#sebastian stan x stripper!reader

[perdidosbucky-yyo]

𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛

Pairing: Exotic Dancer!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader (no mention of gender or ethnicity)

Summary: Hi, you've reached [your name]. I can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message after the beep!

w/c: 3.7k

warnings: cheating (on reader), lots of cursing, smoking, heavy drinking, weed smoking, body image issues (I'm sorry), this is a smutty fic (but there’s no smut), dry humping. Please let me know if I missed anything <3

a/n: This is the first fic I've posted in years lmao, I'm a bit rusty, but omfg I enjoyed writing this so much, it's very self-indulgent hehe I hope you love it just as much as I do.

this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own.

Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply encouraged🥺

7:51 PM

“Baby please, You know I’m an idiot…she means nothing” Jake whined through the phone. 

As of 5 hours ago, he became your ex but kept on calling you, each call pleading for your forgiveness and saying the same stupid excuse “I felt you pulling away, what was I supp-”

Before you could interrupt him yourself, your best friend and roommate took your phone “Listen closely you little shit, if you don’t stop calling I’ll personally chop off your balls, fry’em up and feed them to your mother in a fucking salad… it’s Wanda by the way” she huffs as she hands you back the phone, “Colorful” you grimace.

Shoving you inside the car, with you and Wanda on the back, Bruce behind the wheel and Tony as co-pilot, “Why do you even answer his calls?” Tony asks while Wanda lights up a Marlboro, and gives you a drag “Because I want to tell him to go fuck himself… I- I just can’t seem to find the right words”, “That seems right” Wanda quips and you roll your eyes, “Don’t worry you’ll find the words when the time’s right” Bruce adds, “Dr. Banner is right, tonight is all about getting shit-faced” Tony adds.

You all clap and turn up the volume to the perfect song “I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know” Wanda sings, the wind on her face, while Bruce shouts “WE LOVE YOU MADONNA”. 

They were right, fuck Jack, tonight you wanted to let go, you weren’t one for parties or clubbing but you couldn’t stay at home feeling sorry for yourself, partying with your friends seemed like the perfect distraction “LET’S FUCKING GO” you shouted at the top of your lungs.

9:05 PM

“The Hush-Hush Hideaway?” you laughed as you finished your first beer after two cherry vodka shots, sounds like a place where 50 year olds would come to have an affair, “Alright, alright before you keep on talking trash, there is more eye to meet” Tony argues, to that Wanda snorts “are you seriously drunk right now? after three piña coladas?”, Bruce laughs “they’re stronger than they look” Tony defends himself as he stands up, signaling you all to head to the dance floor.

You honestly loved the place, the lighting was incredible, the atmosphere was hot pink with hints of dark red and deep purple, the ceiling was decorated with hundreds of disco balls shining down on you, the bar had tables so crystalline and so red, it looked like solidified blood,  each one surrounded by the comfiest leather couches. There was also the dance floor which you were dancing on now, it had the perfect stage for dancers or any kind of show, the whole place had the perfect mix of chic and urban.

10:39 PM

“This round’s on me” Tony shouts over the loud music as he hands you what would probably be your 5th drink, stumbling around as you danced to a song that suddenly became your favorite, as you downed the liquid gold you took Tony’s hand and started giving him a lap dance of some sorts which made everyone laugh along with you. 

And then everything went pitch black, for 5 seconds the music was over, lights were out, for a moment you thought you passed out but then a huge white light shone straight into the middle of the stage, “Girls Gays and Theys!” a deep voice over the microphone started, “is this a gay bar?” Bruce genuinely chimed in, making you giggle.

“Tonight we encourage you to let that wild side of yours out! Please give a warm welcome to The White Wolf” the voice cheered with excitement and the crowd roared and cheered back, “he must be really good looking” you sassed, and in that moment, red ropes descended.

Not a second later a man dressed in a kevlar suit swirled down as if swimming in the red fabric, wrapping himself in a cocoon in the air so the next second he rolled down to the stage, the top of his leathery suit gone, leaving his gorgeous toned abdomen exposed making the crowd go wild. The lights enhanced his beautiful body. “D-does he have glitter on?!” Tony shouted in awe, everyone absolutely going crazy over this tall, brown-haired, thick oh so fucking thick specimen.

On the other hand, you were finding breathing a difficult task, especially because his eyes were trained on yours, maybe it was the several drinks in your system or the empowering song that heightened everything, but his stare was intense, the ice blue of his eyes chilled your spine and for a moment you thought he was going to stop the show, come down and rip your clothes off… yeah you definitely felt tipsy now.

This man knew the power he held, not only was he drop-dead gorgeous, he had autonomy of every nerve and every muscle on his body, your heart and pussy were practically pulsing as you watched him dance. The magic was broken when you felt your phone ring in your pocket, taking it out, you saw it was Jake calling AGAIN, you knew your friends would tell you not to pick up, but part of you wanted to hear him out and scream at him, you didn’t know which one you were going to do.

Leaving the dance floor and heading to the bathrooms where you hoped it’d be quieter, you swipe to the green bubble “Please please forgive me” is the first thing the man says, making you sigh in frustration “S-top stop saying you’re sorry” but it’s like talking to a wall, you’re not even sure he heard you because he just keeps on whining. 

??:??

You don’t know how much time you spent listening to him in the bathroom but eventually, you give up and hang up on him, splashing some fresh water in your neck you exit the room and bump into a rock-hard wall, but then unexpectedly the wall starts talking and you think maybe it’s not a wall.

“it was rude to bail” a grave voice rumbles in your ear through all of the noise, looking up you see it’s the white wolf, making you almost choke on air, but you were quick enough to react and raise an eyebrow in response “sorry?”.

Without even noticing, the man had cornered you into a wall “Don’t apologize, you can make it up to me” he said with a wild smile, “oh he’s good” you thought, then he looked at you as if he read your mind, “you look like someone in desperate need to have some fun… let me give you a hand” he whispered, his confidence made you forget he was a stranger, and oddly enough it felt like you knew him perfectly, the thought of spending your night with him made you shudder.

Taking out what looked like a big fat blunt from one of his pockets, he dragged the little bundle of joy from your exposed thighs, up your arms, slowly passing through your neck, and finally grazing your soft lips, his eyes never once leaving yours, he leaned in and the smell of cedarwood with a touch of french vanilla made your eyes roll.

Man, you’re really not keeping your cool, but he’s too beautiful for you to care, you might as well pucker your lips, but then he backs away, taking your hand and leading you to the backdoor between the kitchens. The sound of music and people dancing start to disappear until it’s muffled, “are we allowed in here?” you laugh as he lights up the joint and takes a big gulp, your heart pounds with excitement, this is exactly what you needed.

Your inner demons whispered that he really wasn’t interested in you, he looked like he was sculptured by frigging Michelangelo, he’d never want to be with someone as big as you, plus you felt sweaty from dancing most of the night, but honestly, it was more about the nerves you felt around him, but just as easy as the negative thoughts came, he batted them away with a single kiss to your cheek, near enough to the corner of your lips “lost you there for a sec” he teased.

As he handed you the joint, you took it with hesitance, “I usually don’t take marihuana from strangers, you got a name or does everyone call you the white wolf?” you teased, carefully eyeing him, realizing that he was still shirtless unconsciously making you bite your lip.

A lazy smile spread on his face “Waddaya mean you don’t know me? Pfft I’m your latest conquest”, it threw you off but he looked so sincere it made the butterflies in your stomach dance, “I’m Bucky” he laughed, he was so at ease with that pretty smile you couldn’t do anything but swoon.

Taking a drag of the blunt you breathe out the smoke through your nose as you offer him your name in return,  not wasting a second he repeats it, slowly, maybe he was high but it seemed as though he enjoyed the sound of your name on his tongue, he savored it, your legs pressed against each other and you had to take another drag so not to seem desperate as you were for him.

He might be a stranger but deep down you felt unbelievable attraction, in less than 10 minutes of knowing him he made you feel powerful, and free, like maybe in a past life or somethin’ he was your soulmate… Pfft, you wanted to crack up at your own thoughts, somehow Bucky knew and started laughing, slowly leaning into you and crashing his lips with yours, it was sloppy but fuck you’d never been kissed like that, it was passionate, you felt wanted, right then and there you were ready and willing to let him swoop you off your feet.

12:59 AM 

Bucky was showing you his best moves, his calloused hands gripped and groped your body as you both swayed your hips against each other perfectly in sync.

He was so smooth, the fogginess of the joint rumbled through your body, each touch, every one of his strokes felt like a wave, you were floating in a sea of music and his scent, nothing was wrong with the world, nothing could harm you because he was right behind you, worshipping you, telling you how he loved the feel of every roll and every curve, you couldn’t help but smile and he couldn’t help but kiss that beautiful smile.

Not long after your friends found you and you introduced them to the dancer who blew their minds, some of his friends joined you, and not long after you were the life of the party, shots and blunts came pouring, and just like you wanted you became one with bucky, you didn’t know where you began or where he ended, pain and misery were a strange and unknown concept tonight.

1:55 AM

Wanda had to drag you away from Bucky to chat with you a bit, she couldn’t hide that grin even if she tried “Dude I don’t even recognize you right now” you laugh with her knowing very well what she means, squeezing her wrist you stop the urge to squeal, “I don’t know how this happened but fuck he’s just so pretty I wanna cry” you both giggle, understanding the Rachel Green reference. 

Turning to see Bucky you caught him already watching you, it looked like he was chatting with his friends but he wouldn’t look away from you, you realized he was waiting for you, and honestly you were eager to return to his embrace and intoxicating scent “Fuck Jack, you have men waiting in line” Wanda practically shouts as she pushes you back to the dance floor.

2:12 AM

After a while your social battery was low and you needed a break, so now you leaned against the wall in the back alley of the bar, a cigarette lit, resting on your fingertips as you recalled the events that brought you here tonight.

You didn’t blame Wanda for reminding you of Jake and what he did, after all, she was just hyping you, but now your mind was plagued, you memorized with detail how you found them, as some sort of self-punishment, why? you didn’t know, after years of therapy, you were still trying to unlearn self-deprecating thoughts that your family and society shoved in your face.

Jake cheating on you with a leggy blonde who was quite literally a Victoria's Secret model was a kick to your stomach, it made you realize that maybe every bad thought you had about yourself was true, and that was terrifying… 

Realizing that the cigarette burned itself out, you stepped on it, but before you could come back inside Bucky opened the door and grinned “There you are, was worried I spooked ya”, to that you chuckled, somehow the laws of social battery didn’t apply to the handsome trapeze dancer “Never”.

Stepping outside and standing next to you, he takes your hand and starts playing with your fingers “What’s got my sweet doll so down?”, you expected the pet name to make you cringe but instead swooned. Lighting another cigarette you take a drag and blow it on his face, and he just bites the smoke, making you giggle, after a beat of silence you show him your heart.

“About… 11 hours ago, my boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, cheated on me” you sigh, trying with all your might not to shed a single fucking tear, Jake didn’t deserve them, “Gimme his address” he deadpans, a look so deadly in his eyes, that spark was almost snuffed, but just as quickly his attitude changed, “I’ll kill 'im with my bare hands, I’LL FUCKING KILL ’IM” he shouts with foux determination, making wild animal noises that are making you laugh so hard you can’t breathe “you’re not funny” you say out of breath.

His thumb cleans away a single runaway tear, his touch is so gentle at first you’re not even sure he’s holding you, he’s so close you feel his breath on your cheek and his nose caressing your skin oh so lightly, “you’re dreaming”, you think incredulously. 

In a second his touch becomes rough as he grips your face with both his hands, holding you still so you can’t look anywhere but his eyes, “he’s a fucking moron” he spits out, almost insulted, “and I don’t mean a jerk or plain stupid, I mean he’s missing some fucking brain cells to let go of someone so insanely beautiful as you”.

Your heart’s pounding in your ears, you’re about to explain but he cuts you off “And I don’t even need to know him, to be sure of what I’m telling you right now” he scoffs,  “Hell, I don’t even have to know you to be sure, in the very short time I’ve known you, you’ve been everything” bucky almost can’t believe he’s saying this to you, suddenly the tension is palpable and neither of you can breathe… 

“You’re driving me insane” is the last thing he says before pushing you against the wall, with a grunt he grips your waist and your lips crash with his, in a fight for dominance your tongues swirl, it’s as if Jake or any other man never existed, washed away by the ocean that is Bucky. 

You loved how vocal he was being, he moaned into the kiss as you practically humped him, he bit your swollen lips as a warning to slow down but it only turned you on more. You could feel your hardened nipples rub against his chest, and it drove both of you nuts, with all his strength he pulled away, leaving you dizzy and pulling him for more, he’s never wanted anyone the way he wants you but he would never have sex with someone so drunk, even if that person begged as nicely as you were right now.

He laughs as you start leaving hot open kisses throughout his neck and jaw purring like a cat, “Bucky please” you mewled, asking him for more, his hand flew to grasp your hair in a tight grip, nibbling on your skin as he reached your ear “We aren’t doing anything except kissing the fuck out of each other doll” he whispered.

You made for a grab to his groin but he was able to take your hand and hold it above your head “I want you nice and sober when I get you to cream on my cock”, he groans as you make a final attempt to lure him in, but you know he’s right, so you huff in defeat, a pout on display to make your feelings known, “baby doll what’s wrong? you look flushed” he teases as you gasp in faux offense.

3:45 AM

The bar kicked everyone out but you still had some party left in you and apparently, so did Bucky because he’s already got you piggyback riding him to his car, you said goodbye to your friends assuring them you trusted Bucky, his place was less than 10 minutes away and you’d send them your location. 

Once you got to the car Bucky stopped in his tracks, “we’re drunk and high as hell” he stated, and like a bucket of iced water you realized he was right “Accurate statement” you snort, carefully dropping you on the ground he swiftly turned to face you “so we should… perhaps, maybe take a cab” he goofs around as he steals small kisses form you “or we can walk? your place’s near right?” you reply, everyone was already gone to ask for a ride but he liked the idea of having some alone time with you, so,  he picked you up and placed you on his back “To the Batcave!” he runs as you hold onto him as tight as you could.

4:05 AM

You peacefully walked on the side of the street as cars passed by, one thing that you loved about walking at night was the lack of noise, the night wasn’t completely quiet, you could still hear the cars in the distance, people coming in and out of bars or whatever, the breeze was the perfect temperature and the city lights of New York were shone beautifully.

Hand in hand you walked with your latest conquest as he so eloquently put it, conversation flowing, “I got cheated on once, it fucking sucks” You both laughed at the obvious statement “I thought we were going steady and she got bored” he shrugged, “it was a while ago, but it definitely messed with my head” he whispered as he squeezed your hand, it brought him comfort and you as well. 

“You know what’s fucking hilarious though? I was planning on breaking up with him…ok don’t judge me” you laughed, “but I just stayed with him because it was easier to stay in a mediocre relationship than actually fight for my happiness…plus he had a hot tub” you felt stupid for saying it, but he didn’t judge you, his face remained the same, attentive.

Bucky took your hand and kissed each one of your knuckles “I got a really nice bathtub” he murmured into your skin with a smirk, your heart fluttered to what he implied so you jumped and kissed his cheek, holding onto his arm for dear life, content with how the day turned out.

4:38 AM

After smoking yet another joint together you were now straddling your dancer’s lap on his bathtub “It really is a nice bathtub” You grinned between kisses and he laughed, his hands roaming your soft skin under your clothes, you were heaven on earth he kept thinking, he was about to kiss you again but was interrupted by your phone ringing, which made both of you sigh in frustration.

You knew who it was, Jake had been calling over and over for the last 20 minutes and Bucky had enough of the bastard, “Answer him” he ordered, to which you raised an eyebrow “I- can’t I- seriously?” you say almost shocked “You know what you wanna say to him, so say it” he encouraged with a soft smile.

Without thinking twice you pick up, “Finally! what took you so long to pick up?” Jake barks, you have the phone on speaker so Bucky could listen, and he already hated how the jerk talked to you, making him grip your waist with possessiveness.

“What do you want?” you ask almost uninterested, “Baby please forgive me” he cries as if you could ever believe anything he said to you, “I’m so so fucking sorry, what else do you want me to say?!”, to that you let out an unamused laugh “just stop fucking saying you’re sorry, time to put on your big boy pants and take responsibility” you snark, which oddly, turns on bucky beyond belief.

Like a magnet, his lips start leaving love bites on your neck, making you gulp, “Babe let’s be honest, in a month you’ll be begging me to get back together, we both know you need someone to take care of you, you can’t be alone, you need me” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and then you really were done with his bullshit.

“Listen closely you fucktard, stop saying you’re sorry, stop begging me to forgive you, you were a waste of my time and the only reason I didn’t break up with you sooner was because it was convenient for me to stay with your sorry ass” you bark.

You could keep going but now Bucky was humming against your pulse, finding it incredibly hot how you stood up for yourself, he peppered you with hot open kisses that made your mind even fuzzier than the weed, “And I can take care of myself ass” you hiss in delight, it was meant to be an insult but Bucky was making you feel so good…

“Fucking drop that call”, bucky growled into your neck loud enough to be heard over the phone, then sunk his teeth into your soft skin, making you moan, unintentionally into the phone, before dropping it and gripping Bucky’s hair for support as you rubbed against the bulge on his pants “Fuck I can’t wait to make you mine” he moaned, dreaming of all the possibilities, of everything he wanted to do with and to you.

Despite the chills you felt down your spine, despite feeling exactly the same way, you laugh, “Honey… do you think it’s gonna be that easy?” you coo, drunk in power, you devour his perfect pink lips.

[marvelobsessed134]

This is my first masterlist. Second masterlist is on the pinned post in my profile

How to request, guidelines etc.

Marvel Women

Kate Bishop

Rizz You Up

Kinktober day two: Ghostface!Kate

Kinktober day eight: overstimulation

Natasha Romanoff

Caught

Little skirt

Package delivered

Watching you

Young, and dumb

Need help

GP!Beefy!Nat wakes up to you riding her abs (Drabble)

Captivity (My pretty little mermaid)

Dirty thoughts

Sundresses and breeding kinks

Wanda Maximoff

Control

Best friends sister

Julia Cornwall

In her web

Marvel Men

Bucky Barnes

Honeymoon Suite

Meet Cute

“Want me to suck your cock while driving?”

The one with the slutty maid and the sexually frustrated super soldier

Love me tender series

Steve Rogers

Sam Wilson

Peter Parker

Tony Stark

Mötley Crüe

Nikki Sixx

I’m only me when I’m with you

Don’t be shy, honey

Streamer!Reader headcannons

Behind closed doors

Good girl

Small town romance

Who do you belong to?

You shouldn’t be doing that…

Sneaking around

Kinktober day eleven: public sex

BDSM head cannons

Somebody’s watching me

Better? Better.

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

Tommy Lee

Midnight Comfort

Teenagers In Love

Runaway bride

Can we keep him!?

Friends help each other

Go team

Maroon

Little drummer girl

Sparks Fly series

Pretty When You Sleep

Plus One

Kinktober day nine: manhandling/tights ripping

Halloween party shenanigans

Attention you deserve

Surprise

Delicate flower series

First time

BDSM head cannons

It’s gonna be okay

Vince Neil

Thunderstorms

Sweet dreams

Please

It’s the little moments

Shades Of Cool

Our honeymoon (part one) part two

Kinktober day one: daddy kink

Plaything

She’s a riot grrrl

Mick Mars

Mermaid Motel

Streamer!reader headcannons

You know you want it

Kinktober day four: pet play

Multi-members

Two is better than one

Halloween/fall headcannons

Groupie Love (Gang Bang)

Cinderella (only writing for Tom and Eric)

Tom Keifer

Did you do that to her?

Up behind her with a pool stick

BDSM headcannons

“What is it, honey?”

Tom finding out you’re pregnant

Eric Brittingham

A pleasant surprise

Kiss (only writing for Paul, Tommy, and Gene)

Paul Stanley

I can see you

Underneath the surface

I fall to pieces when I’m with you

Prank call gone wrong

Teach you how

Tommy Thayer

You’re enough

One bed?!

Gene Simmons

Kinktober day 6: possessiveness

Guns N Roses

Izzy Stradlin

Kinktober day 5: handcuffs

Kinktober day 7: crying kink

Slash

Kinktober day 10: vouyerism

Barbie The Movie

Barbie

Starting to really like the real world

You can be the boss (STRLTRW part two, series masterlist coming soon)

CEO!Barbie AU masterlist

Marvel Cast/other celebrities

Sebastian Stan

Put me in a movie

W.A.S.P. (Only writing for Blackie)

Kinktober day 3: humiliation

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Domesticated

Daisy Jones and The Six

Daisy Jones

Her good slut

G!P Daisy x Stripper!Reader

LA Guns (Only Kelly atm)

Mistaken

Cindy Crawford

Picnics

Joan Jett

Our secret moments

[buckyfeelings]

Culotte: Chapter Two

Pairing: Mob!Seb x Stripper!Reader

Summary: When the strip club you work at gets a new owner...

Warnings: Masturbation, Failed Orgasms (?), Dry Humping, Swearing

A/N: Sorry for any spelling errors etc, I’m ill rn and wrote this all in one go.

It had been an entire week since you’d met Sebastian. Today being Friday, meaning you were probably going to see him tomorrow. The dullness of your professor’s voice sunk right past you as you mindlessly scrolled through your social media feeds, not paying any attention to the actual lecture. 

Your mind relentlessly flashing back to your new boss, you couldn’t get his face out of your mind… those dark blue eyes staring deep into your soul, his fluffy brown locks cut short but not too short and just his overall figure had your mind creating several different scenarios in which he had you pinned under him. You were brought back to reality when you realised everyone around you had got up to leave, quickly grabbing your bag you left the room as well. 

When you made it back to your shared apartment you found it to be empty, Sam was probably out grocery shopping you thought. You dropped down on the couch and let out a big sigh, you were feeling nothing but boredom with a slight tinge of horniness. You promptly got up from the couch and decided the best thing for you right now would be a bath. 

Turning the faucet on you watch as the water leisurely fills the tub. Once it’s reached ankle level you decide to ensconce yourself in it, playing around with the already miniscule amount of water. With eyes closed your hand slowly moves from the base of the tub to your feet and then slowly up your legs, reaching your thighs where it halts.  Your eyes flutter back open and meet the faucet … The pressure in which water was spewing out of the faucet was supplying your mind with a very dirty idea right now.. What could go wrong? I mean no one’s ever died of putting their vagina under a bath faucet, have they? You lie down on your back with your legs against the wall, spread open, and put your lower half under the faucet letting the pressure do it’s work.  

It felt good for a while until the warm water turned hot, causing you to wince and slide back to your previous position. Giving into the failed faucet masturbation you turned it off, leaving your mind to wonder for a couple of minutes; Sebastian Stan, your new boss or did he prefer Mr Stan? you thought. The man who had plagued your mind, as if he had poisoned you just by looking at you. Your hand quickly found its way back to your thighs, caressing them slowly, ultimately reaching your pussy. You imagined they were Mr Stan’s hands and not yours, were his hands soft? or were they rough? 

You imagined his voice as you rub your clit, him dirty talking you .. calling your pet names like princess. You were reaching your peak when the door burst open. You let out a yelp, removing your hand and sinking deep into the water attempting to cover your naked body. Sam, the person who interuppted all your fun put her hand against her mouth in shock. ‘’Don’t you lock the door’’ She said, her voice matching her shocked expression ‘’Why’d you come in?’’ was all you could think of, embarrassment painted all over your face.

‘’I thought no one was home.’’

‘’You weren’t home when I got here.’’

‘’Sorry, but hey look on the bright side, we’ll be laughing about this in the future!!’’ Sam said with a low laugh, closing the door and walking out. Not leaving before adding on a ‘’But hurry up I need to piss real bad.’’ You sunk further into the water, sighing while bringing your hands to your face. Not everyday your roommate walks in on you masturbating and then walks it off with a laugh.

You had not left Sebastian’s mind all week, to him you were his ideal woman, he was awestruck by you. That night when you left the club he had watched with a growing lust in his groin. Now he found himself alone in his bedroom, sweat covered hair from his previous gym session with nothing but a tank top and shorts on. 

Sebastian raked a hand through his wet hair and flopped back onto his bed. Then it hit him, tomorrow would be the weekend which meant he would be seeing a certain ‘princess’ tomorrow. The thought of you, your beautiful face that he couldn’t fucking take his eyes off. His hand finding his way to his shorts, he palms himself through his shorts thinking about your face. Hand now diving into his shorts to reach his now hard as a rock thick length. He strokes himself while imagining your plump lips in front of him. God what he would give to have you right in front of him right now.

Grunting as his pace fastens, he’s close now. But to his unfortunate surprise a short knock comes from his door before it opens to reveal his second in command, Chris. “Sorry to bother you Se-“ he says, his face not leaving the pile of papers in hand, unbeknownst to him what was actually going on in the room. A rush of anger overtakes Seb

“Get the fuck out of my room now.” 

“Sorry I was just”

“No, get the fuck out of my room and don’t fucking come in here unless I’ve said you can.” 

Chris left without question. Sebastian was a huffing mess. Jesus, he was a mess. He just wished he could skip the whole evening and see your face again.

~ fast forward to the weekend ~

Saturday came, you arrived at the club expecting to be greeted by Mr Stan but he was nowhere to be seen. In fact you don’t see him for the rest of the day. You worked nonetheless, had some nice tips that day too.

Come Sunday you walked into the club with a little spark of hope that Sebastian would show. He wasn’t there to greet you and the rest of the girls like Eddy once did. Some of the girls saw him as irresponsible but the other’s really didn’t care as everyone just got on with their work.

As you danced you couldn’t stop your mind from thinking back to Sebastian. You hoped he was somewhere in this room watching, even though the possibilities were low. By the end of your shift you made your way back to the dressing room. It was empty with the exception of one man sitting in your seat. 

“Princess.”

His voice was deep, like he was calling you to him. You slowly stepped towards him, your mind was one big mess of questions right now. 

“Mr Stan.”

He let out a chuckle while stroking his jaw with his hand “Mr Stan, you don’t have to call me that Princess, makes me feel old.” 

“What are you doing in here? you haven’t been at the club the entire weekend and now you just pop up in the dressing room?”

“I have been at the club, you just haven’t seen me Princess. I’ve been working in the office, signing papers and statements before I actually start running this place.”

To be honest you zoned out from the moment he called you princess and hadn’t paid any attention to what he had to say. Sure princess was your stage name but hearing Sebastian say it sent sweet waves of fire to your stomach. Sebastian lent back in the chair he was sitting in, not once breaking eye contact “Dance for me.”

“Dance for me like you dance for all those men out there.” 

Before you could even start any actual movement just two steps towards Sebastian and he had your wrists in his grasp, bringing you down to sit on his crotch. He had you in hold, his eyes stuck on your lips with you feeling his obvious hard on his crotch was sporting. 

“Princess, you don’t know how long I’ve been fucking waiting to get you like this. Can I kiss you?”  “Yes” you barely breathed out. He doesn’t waste a second, licking his lips before connecting them with yours. Tongues massaging each other as you grind on his crotch as he moans into your mouth. The two of you stayed on that chair, kissing and grinding, god you probably wouldn’t be able to sit on that chair again without thinking about him again. He moaned into your ear “Princess, you taste like heaven” 

“–But I can’t keep calling you that baby” He brought his hands to your cheeks and slowly caressed them with his thumbs as he said “What’s your name baby?”

You looked into his eyes, blue turned black with lust. His lips a bruised mess while his cheeks were now painted red. You waited a second, taking his appearance in before giving him your answer

“Y/N”

[coffeecatsandcandles]

𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞

➵ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | You become a stripper during the blip. When Bucky comes back, he has a lot of thoughts about it.

➵ 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | protective!boyfriend!bucky x f!stripper!reader

➵ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 3k

➵ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | ANGST, SEXUAL HARRASSMENT, mention of sex (18+), reader gets hurt (kind of), fighting, arguing, language. Reader can be any race!

დ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | დ 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | დ 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢

The city after the blip was unlike anything you’d ever seen before. You were used to the busy streets, people around you hustling to get to work on time or to get a taxi. When half the universe disappeared, the streets were nearly empty. Quiet. The most haunting sights were the abandoned blankets or boxes once occupied by a homeless person, now completely obliterated from existence.

You never opened up about just how badly it hit you. You were grateful every day that you didn’t fall victim to the snap, and that you were still on earth instead of turned to dust. But everyone else around you was gone. Your closest friends, your coworkers.

Bucky.

Your boyfriend- your partner- had vanished from earth, and you almost couldn’t handle it. Adjusting to everyday life without him was the toughest thing you’d ever had to do. You were used to coming home after a long shift to him cooking dinner, or the way he snored when he was asleep. Little things you’d grown used to that you didn’t even think about until he was gone.

The streets of New York were so barren that businesses started closing. The restaurant you served at, once incredibly busy, was now desolate. Hardly a soul walked in, not even the regulars. The blip was unforgiving, and you couldn’t even blame those who didn’t want to leave their homes afterwards. Business was non-existent. You were making no money, and it was only a matter of time before the diner closed, leaving you jobless.

You saw an ad online that a local club was looking for promoters, and you figured, it was better than nothing. It started off innocent, you didn’t realize it was a strip club- but the manager assured you didn’t have to do any dancing if you didn’t want to. You started off as a promoter. Then they let you be a waitress, then bartender. You learned business at the club was even higher than it was before the blip. People were coming in now more than ever.

A part of you did wonder- what would it be like up there?

Your work outfit was already skimpy enough, showing parts of your body you’d never show outside of work. If you were up there, you’d certainly earn more tips.

The second you set foot onstage, wearing hardly anything, the patrons proved to you that this job was more financially rewarding than any other job you’d ever had. You immediately rearranged your schedule so that you’d be available to work every day. You saved yourself from getting evicted and bought furniture for your apartment that you’d been spending months to save up for. Though having the money was nice, all you were worried about was keeping a roof over your head and food in your fridge. You didn’t splurge on expensive items too often in fear that something would happen again and you’d lose it all. But over time, you grew comfortable.

Though the patrons often hit on you or offered to take you out, you never moved on from Bucky. He was your person, the man you wanted to spend your life with. You doubted anyone else in your life- much less a random drunk in the club- would ever measure up.

Selfishly, you hoped that one day he would just show up again, as if nothing ever happened.

And to some degree, to your surprise, he did.

After five years, the remaining Avengers took down Thanos and revived the half of the universe that had disappeared, including Bucky.

You were home for the night, your boss graciously giving you the night off even though you insisted on working. You stayed in, watching a movie and drinking a glass of wine. There was a knock at your door at a rather late hour, and your suspicions that a creep was trying to kidnap you quickly dissolved the second you saw him. You and Bucky cried on each other’s shoulders as you reunited after five long years.

The sex you two had that night was beautiful. Both of you relished in the feeling of each other after so many years. He told you he loved you and that he would do everything he could to never leave your side again. He held you, pressing as many kisses as he could to every exposed part of your body, whispering soft “I love you’s” and promises that you’d never lose him.

The harsh realization that you hadn’t told him about your new job didn’t hit you until that morning.

“You don’t work mornings anymore?” Bucky asked as he caught you in the kitchen, making yourself a cup of coffee. You’d have another later in the night to keep yourself awake for work. Even after being gone, Bucky still remembered that when you worked at the diner, you strictly only worked mornings. It was busier, so you made more money. You also liked having the nights off.

You came up with a quick lie, “I had to talk to Cal about it, business changed after everything, nights got busier there and I needed the money.” Why were you lying? You’d never lied to Bucky like this before.

Bucky smiled, bringing you in close so that your fronts were touching. “Well, now I get to have you all to myself.” He pressed your lips against his, then quickly moved to your neck. Despite the current hole you were digging yourself in by not telling Bucky you’re a stripper now, life felt right again.

When night came and you had to leave to go to the club, you nearly panicked. You hoped Bucky wouldn’t say anything when you walked out the front door with your makeup done in a gaudy and sparkly way.

Work was chaos. Dancers, bartenders, and old regulars crowded the club looking for their old jobs back or wondering when the show was starting. The club was packed and more overwhelming than usual. You grabbed yourself a shot glass and filled it to the brim with tequila, knowing tonight would be a long night.

There was a calm when you started dancing, both your regulars and old regulars liking what they were seeing. Though there was still chaos surrounding the bar, you managed to make the most tips you’d ever made that night.

When you returned home, you were shocked to find Bucky sitting on the couch waiting for you. You were fully expecting him to be in bed, and you were glad you brought a backup change of clothes and wiped your makeup off.

“You okay?” he asked, staring at your every move closely.

“Yeah, you just scared me. I’m not used to you being here.” You joked.

“How was work?”

Fuck. All that chaos kept you from coming up with a fake story to tell Bucky. He would always ask you how work went, listening to you vent if you were ever frustrated. So, you decided to recycle an old story, mixing in a few things that had happened at the diner while Bucky was gone. You lied about seeing a cute old lady with her granddaughter and another young child drawing a rainbow on a napkin and showing it to you.

“Why are you lying to me?” Bucky asked, obvious hurt in his voice.

Your heart stopped. “What do you mean?”

“I stopped by the diner. I figured you could use the visit. It was closed. Been closed for a while now. So, I’m going to ask you- and please, don’t lie to me again- where do you work?”

You knew he was asking from a place of concern and love, but a part of you was scared. Scared as to what he’d do if you told him the truth. You didn’t want to lose him again. But he deserved to know where you were and what you were doing, it was all for the sake of knowing you were safe.

“I’m a stripper,” you finally said, throwing your hands up out of frustration. “I have been for a couple years now and frankly, I like it. I make way more money there than I did before.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew you’d be upset about it! After the blip, businesses closed and I almost got evicted. I needed a job. The tips were good- like, shockingly good.”

“People were still going to strip clubs after everything?”

“Sex still sells, even after half the universe just disappears. I guess indulging in these things is just a part of grieving. I tried to find something else. Nobody wanted me except them. And like I said, I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t like it. And I need to make money somehow. Keep this roof over our heads.”

“You will never have to work another day in your life as long as you’re with me.” Bucky gently held onto your shoulders, his baby blue eyes staring directly into your soul. Every protective fiber in his being was on display for you to see, absolutely hating the fact that other men had seen such intimate parts of you.

It wasn’t that he didn’t support your desire to continue, he just hated the fact that those men were looking at you like you were just a piece of meat. A shiny object for them to look at, not a human with a soul and feelings. You invited him to watch to assure him it wasn’t like that. In the years you worked at the club, you didn’t have one person who tried to do anything to you. When you were waitressing and bartending, that was a different story- but the men respected you when you were onstage. And they’d get kicked out if they tried to touch you.

Bucky sipped a drink and stood at the back of the club as you prepared for your set. He eyed the men who sat closest to the stage, ready to strike if they tried anything.

He felt his heart sink the second he saw you onstage. His breath got heavy and his brows knitted together. But he held his tongue, knowing you insisted you were okay. And he had to admit, you were good at what you did. He always found you to be attractive, there was no doubt about that. You were the sexiest creature to ever walk the earth in his eyes. And though he thought he’d hate it, you kept yourself engaged with your audience, giving them flirty looks and not being afraid to mess up a little. Every dollar you got that night was rightfully earned, and he couldn’t even be mad about it- though he’d never say it out loud.

Your set was almost over when the unexpected happened- a first- a group of younger men, probably around twenty-one or twenty-two, started shouting at you.

“Why don’t you come sit on my lap, sweetheart?” one of them hissed after giving you a twenty dollar bill. It was a good tip and you didn’t want to disappoint him, so you teasingly shook your finger and continued your set. The occasional catcaller wasn’t new, especially when you were a waitress.

Some older patrons quietly defended you, muttering “Shut up,” so you could continue, but that didn’t stop one of the other young men from leaning towards the stage and trying to grab your ankle. He got a hold of it for a second, causing you to lose your balance and fall to your knees, being eye level with him. Patrons stood up to calmly shoo him away, explaining that he wasn’t allowed to touch you and that he should be respectful. His friends took that as their cue to facilitate a fight, attempting to throw punches at some of your regulars. The club’s security came running onto the scene as you stood onstage, unsure of what to do. One of the other dancers ran onstage to give you a robe to cover yourself and briskly take you backstage so you’d be safe.

Bucky lost all of his senses, nearly blacking out as he made his way to the young man who tried to touch you. “Who the hell are you, huh? You think it’s alright to treat a woman like that? I ought to punch your fucking face in for touching my girl like that.”

You caught a glimpse of Bucky, red in the face from anger, holding this kid by his shirt collar and threatening him before you found your way backstage. The other girls immediately came to your side, asking if you were okay- one of them immediately taking off your heel to assess if there’d been any damage done to your ankle- but all you could think about was how Bucky had lost his mind.

Your manager came into the dressing room, calling your name with an angry look on his face. He brought you to an empty hallway, telling you that it was clear Bucky wasn’t welcome back in the club any time soon, and that you were lucky you still had a job after what he did. Now you were furious. You were mad at many people- those men for harassing you, your manager for threatening to fire you after you had just gotten harassed- but most of all you were mad at Bucky. He escalated everything to a level that was completely unnecessary, and the cops could’ve been called if it’d gotten any worse.

When you got home, you were met with his apologetic eyes and immediate remorse for what had happened. You didn’t want to hear any of it.

“I have never been so embarrassed in my entire life. I could’ve gotten fired!”

“I’m sorry, but I didn’t like the way those guys were looking at you.”

“Security had it covered, you had no right to walk in and try to beat the shit out of them.”

Realizing you were both nearly yelling at each other, you both took a second to collect yourselves, speaking at a much quieter level.

“I just want you to be safe.”

“I would’ve been fine if you hadn’t don’t anything.”

“You’re my girl, what was I supposed to do? Just sit and watch you get harassed?”

“God! It’s not the 1940’s anymore, Bucky. I can take care of myself. I’ve done it for the last five years.”

Your words hung over him.

You were fine without him.

It wasn’t his fault that he was gone for so long, you both knew that. You regretted what you said the second it came out of your mouth. Bucky was the kind of person that wanted to show you how much you meant to him, even if he was more on the introverted side. Sometimes that love came out in more aggressive ways, and he couldn’t help but blame the years of brainwashing and torture. He didn’t used to be aggressive like that- he was the type to break up fights or dissolve any tension. He didn’t initiate fights.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you said, “I’m sorry.”

Bucky sat on the couch and you sat beside him, cuddling into his side as he put his arm around your body. “It was stupid of me to get involved. But you know I’ll try to protect you until the day I die, doll.”

“I know, but you could do that in other ways.”

“Like asking you to quit?”

You looked up at him, unable to tell if he was joking or not. “I told you, James. I’m perfectly fine-“

“I know you are.” He interrupted, “But you don’t have to worry about money, sweets. We can live somewhere else, maybe an actual house instead of an apartment. You’d never have to lift a finger again, I can support you-“

“Like a sugar daddy?” you scoffed.

“No, what? I just want you to be safe, I know you’ve been doing this for a while, and you can handle your own but I just- I can’t stand the idea of something happening to you. Terrible shit like that happened all the time in the 40s. I’m talking dancers found beaten or becoming part of a drug ring or worse- you are the love of my life. If something were to happen to you, knowing I could’ve done something to stop it, it’d eat me alive.”

You’d never seen Bucky like that. So brutally honest. He was the type to ignore things and move on, even if it bothered him. But not this. He was the most serious he’d ever been in his life.

You were putting a lot of trust in Bucky with this decision. But you had to admit to yourself- you weren’t trying to do this for the rest of your life. It was fun, you made good money, and you knew for a fact you were awesome at what you did. But the option to live a secluded, reserved life with Bucky, a man who you genuinely cared about and could see yourself spending the rest of your life with, all while never having to work again; it sounded like a much more superior option.

You looked at Bucky, kissing him once and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Okay.”

He pressed his forehead against yours. “You’ll always be safe with me, doll. Always.”

[pinkiebieberpie]

stripper!bucky x innocent!reader - all he wants to do is ruin you forever

bucky moodboards list

[xcaptain-winterx]

James Barnes: Time to sin AU

Time to sin Masterlist

• coming soon

[sinner-as-saint]

cherry universe

a/n: to all those who are confused about what “Cherry!Seb” is - it’s just mob!seb but my readers kinda just gave him a name because of the first hc down below. 

Mob! Seb x reader

Cherry 1

Cherry 2

Cherry 3

Cherry 4

Cherry 5

Cherry 6 

Cherry 7

Cherry 8 

Cherry 9 

Cherry 10

Cherry 11  

Cherry 12 

Cherry 13 

Cherry!Seb nsfw Alphabet    

Cherry!seb x million dollar man

Somebody Else 

[seb-owns-these-tatas]

Chapter 2 (Winter’s Gem) (B.Barnes AU)

CHAPTER 1

Characters: Gigolo!Bucky Barnes x You (AU)

Summary: Bucky Barnes has been scouted by your boss in Felicity Night, you were just a mere young, cleaner in Felicity night and have been living in the basement of the club for all your life. He's the most wanted Gigolo in the city, and taking him away from eager, thirsty women seemed to be impossible especially if he chose to be a Gigolo as his way of living.

Warning: Profanities. Profanities. Inappropriate words.

Words: 5,507.

A/N: This chapter is long as heck. I'm sorry? XD (We shall twerk because this was a long chapter! *twerks*) Sorry for the typos and wrong grammars if there is. :) HELLO WINTER ;) 

Disclaimer: PNG's, pictures and GIFs aren't mine. However, the whole series, one shots and edits are from moi.

TAGLISTS: @yn-the-reader​

Another day, another laborious night in the club. The difference today was that it was the holiday and there was even more people than the usual. You were glad you've taken the spot in the men's bathroom because there were lesser people who come in often more than the women's bathroom.

Plus, the men's bathroom was filthier because it has been days that you haven't gotten the chance to clean it.

You were cleaning the mirrors with a cloth and a can of glass cleaner. Spots of dirt and a mixture of dried toothpaste was drawn, scouring them off the mirror with your cloth.

"Nice set last night, Stevie." You lightly teased, scrubbing the dirt away. The joke sent at the handsome, brawny blonde man taking a piss in one of the black cubicles. You told him it was fine to take a piss using the urinals since it didn't matter but he refused to, mumbling about how modest he was which you didn't bother listening about.

You heard him spoke from the cubicle, hearing the sound of a zipper and running water. He was taking a piss alright, "I was forced to strip last night! I never wanted to!" Steve exclaimed, voice raising a pitch higher as it echoed around the bathroom. You were now scrubbing the sinks with detergent and a mix of Clorox. The salty drop of sweat fell on your forehead and you were quick to swipe it off with your arm.

"You looked like you were having fun, though." You huffed with a smile, scrubbing the sink with a sponge. Your nose getting a whiff of the strong, acidic smell from the Clorox, but your face never once scrunched because you were already used to the foul smell.

"I was not! Stripping in front of people is outrageous! If it weren't for the tips and the double pay that you guys have been telling me, I wouldn't take the slot!"

"But, I wanna know something..." You dragged on, a hint of playfulness in the tip of your tongue plus a small smirk to add to your reply, "Was the spandex comfortable to wear, Captain Rogers? Doesn't it look a little too tight?" You laughed when you heard him groan, the sound of the toilet flushing came with it, giving you a sign that he was finished pissing.

After watering a small plant of Aloe Vera, you tidied everything up. Hearing the cubicle door creak slightly, you glanced back to see Steve without his coat on, baby blue eyes that looked gorgeous with his ears slightly turning red from the realization that you have seen him strip in his star spangled suit.

"Hey, Kid..Aren't you a little young to watch me..strip?" He strolled beside you, turning the tap open, washing his hands. His ears became redder than the usual and you couldn't help the laugh that escaped your lips.

"I'm 21! Not 15! Don't act like I've never known you since the last three years!"

Steve's ears was now redder as the conversation continued, like a kid who have been embarrassed by seeing his mother and dad having sex, that kind of embarrassment. The blonde man placed his hands below the air dryer, hearing a quiet click before it began blowing hot air for his hands to dry. He spoke through the loud whush, "Kids like you should still be studying, Y/N." His hands were now dry, he leaned his hip on the sink in front of you, gorgeous blue eyes fixated on yours, empathy itching his heart. He knew how you felt about not finishing your degree, not even having the chance to study in your first year. Steve was your friend, and he knew every last detail of your life. He couldn't stop the tempting frown etching to let show. "You shouldn't be working in a club full of..Gigolos and strippers. You deserve to have a future and not get locked up in this..this damn hell house,"

You smiled indifferently, "Language, Rogers." Steve gave you a sympathetic smile, bringing his hand up your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Think about what I've said, Y/N. You know i'm willing to help," His baby blue eyes locked on yours, and you were the first to look away..You've thought about his help, but you were still hesitant and you didn't want to accept his offer of paying your tuition fees especially that he was just a friend of yours.

What would you mother even think about that? Olivia/Luscia would be livid to find out that Steve was helping you be what you wanted to be. The news will spread around so fast, people would think he was your sugar daddy or something..

Even so, you didn't want Steve to have that responsibility because it was your mother's. She was working for so long, so that meant she could afford to help pay your tuition fees.

"I'll..think about it, Steve. Thank you," You uttered quietly, gazing up at his bright, baby blues. He shook his head, sending you a gorgeous smile of his that everyone loved. "For what?"

You beamed, completely pleased by his loving attitude towards you. Y/N took a cautious step forward, weakly wrapping her feeble arms around him. "For being such a great friend..Thank you, Steve." Steve gladly took her arms in, gently shoving her head in his chest, giving her back warm, comforting pats.

It wasn't long for you to hear a silent creak of the door, immediately you began unwrapping your arms around Steve once you heard the person come in. The club's sound faintly sliding in the men's bathroom. You heard the gentle clicks on this particular person's shoe tapping on the black granite floor, slowly getting louder, walking towards where you and Steve were. You felt the warm presence of the man towering behind you.

That precious smile on your face hadn't wash off yet, you guessed it was Sam or Clint who disrupted your conversation with Steve and the smile on your face grew wider at the thought of Clint. He owed you ten bucks because he lost on a bet that involved Steve, betting that he wouldn't take the Stripper slot. You voted that he would since you were already sure he would strip that night because he have talked to you about it..

"Jerk," Steve grinned at the man behind you, "Punk," The man rasped, his voice entirely indistinguishable.It sounded deep and velvety. He surely doesn't sound like Sam or Clint. But, you could tell by his voice that this unknown man was smiling by the mention of his endearment for Steve that came out of his lips.

You couldn't help but tilt your head at one side, figuring out who he was. Brows slightly furrowed, trying hard to familiarize whose voice it came from. You couldn't get an idea.."A blonde dame's looking for you, Pal. Did you take a shit or what?" The man chuckled deeply, sounding like the angels sang from up above. You didn't know why your heart skipped a beat when you heard him chortled so velvety, so alluring..

Even without looking at him, your guessed he was attractive as hell. Maybe he was someone new? Well, he needed a warm welcome then.

You plastered your best smile for the anonymous man, loudly clearing your throat, your palms flattening the wrinkles of your uniform. "Remember Y/N? The young girl that I was telling you about who was working here? Olivia's/Luscia's only daughter? One of my closest friends here in Felicity Night?"

You enthusiastically turned the heels of your foot to welcome the man who sounded attractive. Maybe welcoming new people wasn't really a good idea? when you spun around, you felt your breath hitch as it got caught in your throat. All you saw was a pair of gorgeous Steele blue eyes that made your mouth turn agape. They were the most beautiful out of all the sea of blues you've ever seen. You were completely stupefied when you slowly process everything in, "Bucky, This is Y/N Y/L/N, The hardest worker of all time, she's been cleaning all her years in this club and I'm proud of how strong this kid have been," Steve paused and you felt him cup your shoulder, proudly introducing you to his best pal. "Y/N. This is Bucky. Bucky Barnes. My brother from another mother. I think you've already heard all the intriguing gossips about this punk," Pause. "--Women call him 'Winter', but his close friends of him don't,"

Winter. You mentally gasped. He was the 'Winter' that Stan told you about. God, you were completely speechless. Stan was right all along. He was one charming, gorgeous, handsome fucker.

Thump. Your heartbeat seemed unnaturally loud in your ears. You could feel the overwhelming warmth seep through you once you completely planted your E/C eyes at Bucky's stunning blue eyes. Your words seem to get stuck in your throat.

You blinked and swore that you saw something flash behind those eyes of his, showing deep interest towards you. He initially smiled, a picturesque, cheeky smile lifted for you to see and engrave in your mind forever.

You felt as if you were drowning in his sea, feeling like you couldn't breath because of how beautiful he looked. Bucky had his brunette hair in a bun, you guessed he had long hair that could reach his jaw because his bangs that were parted in the middle have fallen and cascaded on either side of his face. It simply accentuated the marvelous structures of his face, bringing out the best of his apple-like cheekbones.

Oh, were his cleft chin so perfect that you wanted nothing but to touch and press them together, showing how you can appreciate how handsome he looked with it.

Not to mention his plump, beet red lips that seemed to be moisturized all the time. Shit, you're definitely digging your own grave by liking a Gigolo. The newest recruited gigolo if you were going to be specific.

Your abusive, brusque mother warned you, cursing at the heavens that she would have to lock you away if ever you had a relationship with one of them. You didn't know the reason why but she seemed to hate the idea, even though you were a daughter that came from a stripper. Your father have been one and now he was nowhere to be found because he left you both to marry a very wealthy old woman in replacement of your mother, Olivia/Luscia.

"You can call me Bucky," He uttered with a low voice that could be considered sexy and hot. You wanted to pinch yourself, and you actually did secretively. Bucky could see the flash of awareness in your eyes, an awareness that seemed to held the same feeling as his. Yet, those awareness that made him confident was now lost in just a blink, replaced with a polite reserve.

Bucky thought he was imagining things, but the way you fluttered your eyelashes up at him, giving him those heart eyes and a blush that climbed up your cheeks corrected his disappointed theory.

"Good evening...Bucky," You stuttered quietly, gnawing on your trembling lips. His presence was making you conscious and insecure because he was too gorgeous for your own good.

This was dangerous. He was dangerous.

'when you get your heart involved,' You remembered what your old friend, Stan said. As if you would even get your heart involved..

That was a question that seem shaky and untruthful. This was bad. Your breath shook when you gave out a sigh.

The both of you heard a clap that distracted your reverie, "Ooookay!" Steve piped in rather enthusiastically. Weirdly eyeing the both of you. "Introduction's done now. It's up to you if you wanna be friends or maybe get to know each other more. I'm off! A dame needs my patriotic presence," Steve bid goodbye, never forgetting to slap a hand on Bucky's back, making the latter chuckle and send him a wave of his hand. Your blonde friend waving a friendly hand at you as he trotted towards the exit.

That was interesting.

Bucky and you were left in the bathroom. The awkward, heavy silence trapping you both. Your heart was running a mile, and your mind was trying to think of a conversation that would spike up the current cloud that you were in. You could still feel his eyes on you, probably starting to bore holes in your face. You kept looking anywhere else besides his handsome features, doing it seems impossible because his face was satisfying to stare at.

However, you tried hard. Your toes curled inside your shoes, feeling all the heat come at your face. You needed to get out of here, you mentally thought. You needed to take a breather, you needed to come up in that sea you were drowning in.

Bucky mindlessly licked his lips out of habit, and it wasn't a movement that didn't go unnoticed by you. "So.." He slowly dragged on, gathering his thoughts and wording it all out, thinking about words that could sound good to hear, "How old are ya', Doll?"

Doll. That sounded so sweet. You couldn't help but curl your toes further, totally stuck up in your place. "21," Even though, it was meant to be ignored. You saw Bucky sigh after that, pursing his lips before a cheeky smile was replaced. "How about you, Bucky?"

A tiny voice was cheering at the back of your head. Loudly screaming '25! 25! 25! 25!' But those voices were ceased when you felt his finger lift your head up to meet with his Steele blue eyes that shifted from intense to soft and tender.

You could feel your insides melting so bad.

"Your eyes are pretty, Doll. I want them on me whenever we have a conversation," The man was definitely a charmer with his words too. That made everything difficult for you to process. Bucky wanted nothing more than to see how your heart worked, he wanted to see the real you. A thought inside his brain, secretly hoping that you weren't like one of the women he'd been with. Women who had paid for him, women who had rotten hearts, and only cared for what they feel. Not his. "The words coming out of your mouth seems fake when I don't get to see your beautiful E/C eyes,"

He abruptly dropped his finger beneath your chin like he was burned. It was too early. Too damn early to get involved with a woman who was nearly half his age. Fuck. He cursed inside his mind, giving himself a punishment by biting his tongue as he continued his next words. "35," Yet, Bucky didn't seem to mind the age-gap. He was mesmerized by how big your heart was. You seemed to stand-out in his eyes and he couldn't grasp why, it was frustrating him.

You weakly nodded in understanding while Bucky felt a tiny dismay because of your reaction. Were you disappointed? Why was he even thinking about it when you just literally met him today?

Get your shit together, Barnes. You're being a creep. He mentally thought, chewing on his bottom lip.

There was a flash of glitter in your eyes as you thought about question that has been bugging you and your old friend, Stan. Since you wanted to get to know more about Bucky better, you needed to make some efforts in doing so. You gave him a sweet smile that he immediately saw, wanting those precious smile of yours to be remembered since he knew you didn't smile a lot for the past few months. "Can I ask you a question, Bucky?"

"Shoot. We're already playing the 20 questions game, Y/N."

Your smile reached up your eyes and it felt good to finally smile like the world wasn't pouring you rocks and gravels. "Why were you--"

Your heart skipped a beat, and it was not in a blushing way. You both heard the door harshly opened, the music of the club walking in and a very rough looking Olivia/Luscia welcoming you both in the doorway. It gave you a bad heart attack, or probably giving you a reason not to live after seeing how blank your mother's face was when she saw you with Bucky.

You couldn't see what was running inside her mind. It seemed unreadable and impossible to get into. "Y/N," She deadpanned, glowering at you. "Barnes," Her voice turned much more normal, but her face still looked stoic as her eyes settled at the man in front of you.

Bucky could feel the unwavering fright radiating off you. He knew it. He saw your hands tremble from fear as his eyes deliberately trailed towards your shaking hands.

You took a cautious step back away from Bucky, gulping the fear that erupted.. all the way down your throat. Glancing up a Bucky to mentally apologize for even talking to him and it made him wrinkle his forehead, furrowing his brows, looking like he was in deep thought. "Y/N, Rhodes needs you. Get your ass back in the kitchen!"

Your eyebrows instantly rose up in question, "W-What?" You thought you weren't needed anymore. You didn't even like staying in the kitchen because all of your arms were covered in scars. Basically from the kitchen accidents and scars that were kind of from all your mother's doing.

Olivia/Luscia could feel her anger boil up and it wasn't good because she was beginning to feel the inexorable itch in her hands. The God forsaken itch that Y/N was hoping to not be a repeated victim of. "What do you mean what, Y/N?"

"I-I've been covered in boils--" Before you could even stop your mouth, you had slapped a hand over it. Stopping yourself from even saying further that could put you in danger.

Bucky wanted nothing more than to shake you off your fear, he wanted nothing more than to stop those horrible scenes that was bound to happen because he knew what was about to happen next.

"What did I fucking tell you about talking back and complaining?!"

Your mother's calm demeanor was now changed into fury, and you know nothing but to quickly follow her. Thus, which is why you scrambled off your place in front of Bucky and felt your legs shake with each step you took away from the man who had made an impression.

You hurdled under Olivia/Luscia's arm, scurrying away. Gone in a hot second and Bucky was left alone.

Olivia/Luscia turned her back away from the door, not even bothering to give Bucky a second look once she saw you with him. He was a threat to you, definitely a threat.

As he began to hear the door creak, he couldn't stop the scowl on his face as he mentally threw knives at her back. Why the hostility?

It's because he knew everything.

Just like a sniper..He could see everything even though he was far.

The orders began to lessen one by one, you were tempted to hail hallelujah once the scorching heat began fading around the kitchen. You didn't even know why you were called when Sharon and an extra helper was there. A helper named Phil Coulson who was so industrious and nice.

You heard your stomach growl and damn were you hungry as hell. The last thing you ate was mashed potatoes with gravy and fresh pickles that were sneaked out of the kitchen, thanks to Steve.

They weren't the greatest thing to be paired together but it was better than having nothing like the most of your days.

"Eww, Stop being gross, Sharon!" Wanda chit-chatted with Sharon in front of the metal table laying in the middle of the huge maroon and white kitchen. People already had their food and it was the final batch that was given from the last ten minutes ago.

You were carrying a tray full of unfinished food, dropping them off with a clang beside the kitchen sink. Your arm was still hurting from the fresh wounds it held. Even though, Phil was around. Rhodes had still given you some time to 'cook those bitches' while he cuts whatever he was cutting.

An unfinished plate of Hushpuppies lay before you, there were five pieces left and you wanted to give that particular customer a karate chop on the head for wasting such a delicious meal.

The whole plate felt like it was a gift from God. You could see the golden swirls surrounding it, tempting you to just finish the damn thing and think how that was more cleaner than the other unfinished foods that laid in front of you. You cussed beneath your breath.

Growl, says your stomach.

Nobody wants a hungry stomach, yes? And so you feed it off to shut it up. You fit every Hushpuppies in your mouth, just like a squirrel protecting his nut. Your mouth looking hideously full.

"Doll," You jerked and slammed your hand on the metal sink when you heard a very familiar voice that could make your heart go gaga. Being lucky with food was probably in your genes because you didn't choke when Bucky had appear beside you like a genie in disguise.

Though, the tiny wrinkle of his nose hurt the dignity left in you. He looked disgusted. Wow, that was the best first impressions. You were such a hopeless and desperate woman.

Yeah, you'd rather hear people saying those kind of things to you, having a label that could hurt your dignity than die in hunger.

"Oh, girl. That was gross," Sharon commented with a cringe. Earning a same response from Wanda. She looked clearly disgusted at the food in your mouth. "Spit it out! Spit it out!"

Rhodes seem to have taken it lighter than those two because he found it quite entertaining after feeding hundreds of bitches. "You have the worst case of feeding your damn hunger, Y/N!"

Phil seemed the find it normal, giving you an apathetic response. He shrugged his shoulders and nodded to himself before he went back to cleaning.

On the other hand, Bucky left your side..walking in between Rhodes and Sharon till he stopped in front of a huge refrigerator. All eyes were fixated on the man who was fishing for something to eat. "Hmm," He quietly hummed, one hand inserted in his trousers. The muscles on his back appearing toned which you had only noticed until now, his hair untied as it gloriously and attractively fell on his broad shoulders. Adding another set of gorgeous facts that made your toes curl beneath you. After a minute of searching for something good, he finally brought out a frozen plum, with a simple spun of his heel, he turned around while he marched towards you, throwing the juicy fruit in the air for a couple of times, landing on his fairly large palms. "Barnes--" Rhodes spoke as Bucky glided through the kitchen. Passing in between him and Sharon.

"Bill that on me!" He walked in front of him and gave him a side-eye, sending Rhodes a cheeky wink. Strutting back in the direction from where you were. You were mindlessly digging crescent lines on your palms from the warm, giddy, overwhelming feeling that you were feeling inside. Why were you reacting that way?

Sure, he was attractive. Okay, maybe too damn attractive. Maybe a little too hot either? Why were you thinking about it now when he's currently strutting in front of you like a model or a sexy stripper who was about to give you a private show?

Did you really thought about that when you only met him hours ago?

"You're damn lucky you're one gorgeous motherfucker, Barnes." Rhodes hissed, fanning himself with his hands when Bucky gave him one of his famous winks. He gave a low chuckle, stopping beside you. Your fairly large height differences was obvious as he leaned his derrière on the metal sink. His warm hand sent sparks to your core once he wrapped his warm, calloused hand around yours. Oh, no. Stop. Taking your hand in his, he dropped the cold plum in your hand, enclosing your fingers with his around it. "I'd rather see you eating this than eat leftovers. We have no idea what you'll get infected with, Y/N."

"Alright. Let me just be the spokesperson for everyone," Wanda chimed, raking her hair in a makeshift ponytail. Using a rubber band as a tie, she parted her ponytail in half, tightening it to make sure it wouldn't fall. She eyed you and Bucky, pointing her nicely, manicured maroon nail at you. "Since when did you two become friends?"

"Uhm," You stuttered, pointing a finger on your chest, pertaining to yourself. The pressure crippling your anxiety bit by bit. Their scrutinizing stares boring holes in your body. "Me?" Sharon's face turned stoic, placing her hands on her perfectly wide hips. "No, not you. Rhodes. Of course, Y/N! You and Barnes?!" She exclaimed, making it sound extremely impossible.

What was wrong?

Bucky could sense the polarity in their minds. He obviously didn't find anything wrong, yet they seem to be complaining. "You guys make it sound like it's impossible for us to be friends,"

A creak of the door made everyone quiet, but after a second of realizing it was just Phil who went out to throw the garbage in the dumps. They continued their discussion.

Wanda raised her brows to prove her point, "Of course it is! Y/N has no friends!" She exclaimed, before an apologetic smile reached her lips. "No offense, Y/N."

You could only nod, their conversation was entertaining you but at the same time, it was throwing you a harsh brick on the face. Were you such a loner? Were you really an anti-social person? You counted your friends inside your head, and Bucky could see you completely out of focus. Mind going elsewhere as you counted how many were they. It made his heart all cozy. You just looked...innocent...and so adorable.

That's what he wanted to say, but he kept his lips sealed. He was probably just slugged from the tequila shots he took.

Sharon crossed her arms against her pliable breasts, a blush creeping towards her cheeks. Slowly making her looked flushed, "Besides Steve, of course. He's a sweetheart. Who isn't even friends with him?" Her voice sounded smaller than the usual and you were curious why she sounded shy all of a sudden. Wanda piped in her train of thoughts, "And Stan, obviously. I think he's her bestest friend out of all of us,"

In a vague corner of Bucky's mind, There was a question inside his head that he so wanted to ask them, a question as to why they sounded so incredulous when he gave Y/N a little bit of his help. "Aren't you guys her friends?"

Everybody went completely still. Phoebe Ryan's song named 'Dark Side' was hardly reaching their ears. That question totally shut them up. Y/N couldn't help but feel how heavy her heart turned out when nobody dared to answer one simple question that can be answered by pre-schoolers. Not even one single person could say 'yes'. She knew why she was left friendless. She knew who was the center of her life, the person who had controlled her life and everyone since birth, and she was scared that she'll soon turn out numb from all the pain that was inflicted towards her. Physically and emotionally.

Rhodes shut his mouth, Wanda began to zip her mouth and Sharon was left thinking about her next words. She opened her mouth to talk, "Even though we want to, her mother doesn't. We're forbidden to. Only the toughest people are friends with her,"

Bucky's eyebrows narrowed, a deep wrinkle forming in between his smooth forehead. Did those words seriously came out of her mouth? Were they seriously scared of her? He couldn't help but snort from their hooey reasons. "You're seriously scared of one woman?" He exclaimed skeptically, his hand reaching to tuck his hair behind his ears. "A woman who asks you to stop befriending one girl? Can you seriously hear yourselves right now?" He exasperated and waited for them to talk, yet nobody was tough enough to talk, he reclined away from the metal sink, absolutely aggravated by how they were fine for letting one woman control their decisions. Leaving an innocent woman alone and friendless just because 'her damn mother' doesn't want to. How can her mother be so immature? What was running inside her head when she asked these people to stay away from her daughter?

"If Steve gets to be her friend, then I can be her friend, Her mother doesn't scare me," Bucky uttered as a matter of fact. He chewed on his bottom lip before focusing on your disheartened form. You were awkwardly fiddling with the ends of your plain white shirt. Head bowed down in dismay, and a plum in your hand. Holding it for dear life. The man in front of you couldn't help but tuck his fingers beneath your chin. He couldn't blame you for acting this way especially that he knew you were physically abused by a person whom he thought will never even lay a finger on her own spawn.

You were met with dazzling Steele blue eyes that peered down at you with softness, "You wanna go eat somewhere, Y/N?" He spoke rather tenderly, a sincere smile lifting his lips that made your heart race a million miles.

This was bad. So bad. Stop. He should stop. You gulped the saliva trapped in your throat, didn't he have any..other woman to tend to? Doesn't he have someone to work on? Customers who needed him? Women who he needed to fuck? "Don't you have...work to do?" You hesitatingly asked. Wording everything much more proper and good to hear. He thought for a second, licking his red, plump lips that made some warmth go through your core. Oh. Damn. Bucky shook his head after, eyes adorably curving like crescent moons. "Nah, Doll. The ladies were all interested for America's flag stripper tonight," He lowly chuckled, "I needed some time off anyway,"

"Uhm," You hesitated on coming with him. If your mother finds you out and about with her best underling, she'll go loco. "I don't know, Bucky." The vexation came back in his head, he knew why you were reluctant. But, you needed to eat right even just for tonight. He had always seen you eating tons of shitty food. There was this urge that he wanted to make it different this time, he wanted you to take care of yourself. He wanted to...

--to take care of you. He discreetly cleared his throat from that. Pulling himself back from reality, "Come on, it's my treat." The comforting, familiar heat wrapped around your hand out of habit. He was holding your hand with his right hand again, gazing down at you with that beautiful blue eyes of his. If he doesn't stop then things will go worse. Things that would probably place your heart in a very vulnerable position.

He smiled very amiably and soft, "Say we continue our 20 questions game?" His voice sounded raspy and sanguine.

You couldn't help but get lost in those Steele blue eyes. Jumping in his sea of orbs that made you want to drown yourself over and over again and you gave zero fucks about it. He was clearly trying to heal your poisoned, wounded heart.

With no control over your emotions, you gave a weak nod. Completely out of your trance and with only one squeeze given to your hand....

You were a goner.

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TATA (SEBASTIAN’S POTATO BITCH)

[first-edition]

Bar Nights

You and ur friends go the bar for your birthday you meet a funny and drunk man waking up the next morning in his bed?

a request by a friend of mine so here you go. 

Sebastian Stan x reader

Minors dni

Cw- strong language, 18+ mentions and theme, alcohol consumption, 21+

Your friend cheer as you down shot after shot even doing a body shot off the stripper that joined. “Fuck yeah!!” You scream over the music.

“Come on y/n the box is open!” Your friend says as you all run to the light up stage box. You get on and dance around you short dress exposing your panties for all to see. Someone gets up with you.

“Happy birthday!” He says “what?” You yell “Happy birthday!!” He repeats you giggle wrapping your arms around him “thank you you say and put the tiara you wear on him he smiles hands timing your waist dancing with you.

“I’m y/n!” You say running your hands through his hair “Sebastian” he says you smile

The rest of the night you two drank and danced and talked.

..

Sebastian pushes you against the home walls as his lips move from yours to you neck immediately finding a sweet spot. “Ah fuck!” You exclaim. His hand moves down your side and up your thigh to you panties as his fingers press your core. You gasp and smile as he pulls back and picks you up walking to the other room.

———

Light streams into the room exposing the scattered clothes and shoes on the floor. You and Sebastian continue to sleep in bed his arms firmly wrapped around your waist spooning you.

Your phone blasts your ringtone. You open your eyes reaching for your phone on the counter but don’t find it. Your vision adjusting your see you’re not in your best room. You sit up so fast almost giving you wiplash and the hurry out of the bed wrapping yourself in a blanket and grabbing your phone.

“Hello?!” You ask “y/n where are you you left with some guy!!” “No no I’m fine I just-“ seb groans and sits up but freezes when he sees you “I gotta go.” You reply and hang up holding the blanket closer to your body. He opens his eyes and sighs sitting up pushing his hair back but freezes when he sees you.

“Hi.” You both say at the same time.

“Hmm..” he says looking around the room and chuckles then back at you. “Y/n?” “Sebastian.” You reply his name he nods “happy birthday” he says “thank you 23 dosnt feel so old I guess.” You say and accidentally drop your head phone it hits your foot causing you too drop your blanket in pain exposing your self.

“Ah shit !” You call out scramble grabbing the blanket and your phone but slipping on your bra and falling “ah!” You exclaim.

Sebastian laughs “hey! Hey! No no no no you don’t get you laugh all you’re doing is..is sitting ther in bed..looking quite nice but still!” You say getting up wrapping the blanket around yourself.

“I gotta get home.” You say grabbing your articles of clothing “hey come on don’t you wanna stay a bit?” He says “no..not really.” You say “what? Really? Wait uh don’t you know who I am?” he asks you scoff

“What am I supposed to say yes what are you prince of England.” You say. “No but I- you really don’t know?” He says “no!” You reply pushing you hair back.

“Alright I’ll I’m leave you to get dressed he says getting up and pulling in his boxers and walking out. In confusion

After putting on your clothes you walk into the kitchen. Where he is on his phone

“hey. My rides here so. Yeah thank you for..everything” you say “ah wait I’m I was wondering..if I could just get your number maybe..stay in touch instead of just a one night stand I’d like to get to know you?” He says you smile and look down at your phone seeing your friends text that she’s here.

“No” you say and turn to walk off “hey what?” “Im sorry Sebastian you’re super nice and great! But I don’t date I’m not one for dating and it never ends well so I prefer to live the single life.” “Shit then okay see you around” he says as you begin to walk out

“I doubt it!” You call back finally leaving his house.

“Dude!!” Your friend laughs as you get in her car you smile and laugh your phone goes off “grabbed your number anyway. How’s dinner Monday work for you?” Sebastian texts you you scoff shaking your head.

“You really are desperate huh?”

“I have a good catch dont wanna let it go” he replies

“Fine! Dinner Monday I’m free after 5, I’ll send you my adress” you reply

“See yah”

[buckyfeelings]

Culotte: Chapter One

Pairing: Mob!Seb x Stripper!Reader

Summary: When the strip club you work at gets a new owner...

A/N: This is my first fic for tumblr (so if the layout is weird sorry) and it’s also my first fic i’ve written in almost four years. So sorry again if there are grammatical errors etc.

Chatter filled the room alongside the clatter of makeup brushes as the girls prepared themselves for the night to come. Y/N was one amongst these girls, all of them here for different reasons; maybe it was to pay off late rent or just an easy way to make money fast. You had only started a few months ago when one of your closest friends Samara (known as Sam to you and as Black Lace to the paying customers of Culotte) had persuaded you into the whole idea.

‘’You know, if you wanna leave we can’’

Sam held your hand for reassurance causing you to give her a warm smile, she had been your first friend in New York. The two of you met when you were both assigned as roommates in your first year of college. You both clicked instantly, building a strong bond and soon becoming inseparable. Samara was like the sister you never really had and as the second year of college approached, the two of you decided to move out of the shitty college dorms and into an actual apartment. New York being New York made this a hard conquest, fortunately for the two of you had found a nice studio apartment. But New York being New York… meant that the rent was high. Two weeks into living in your new shared apartment the two of you found that paying $200 a week was becoming quite troublesome. And that’s how you now found yourself sitting with your best friend, waiting to get interviewed for this sumptuous strip club.

‘’I’m fine, I mean.. This is probably a more prehistoric way of making an onlyfans account but-’’

Laughter erupted between the two of you but was short lived when the door opened. A girl about the same age as you walked out, indicating it was time for the next interviewee.  The two of you entered the room. It was small and dim-lit; much like one of the principal’s offices you’d see in a movie. Behind the large desk sat a handsome man quipped with silver hair in a rather expensive suit, he definitely fit the definition of a silver fox.

‘’One at a time.’’ He said sternly, pointing to the single chair in view. Samara looked at Y/N with a raised eyebrow and then picked up one of the extra chairs, placing it next to the other chair opposite the desk. ‘’We come as a package grandpa.’’  You sit in the chair next to Samara and watch him for a reply.

‘’Eh, fuck it. Don’t need you two sitting down for this anyways Get up’’

You both stood up as he eyed the two of you. ‘’Sway your hips’’ Samara was about to protest until the man said ‘’Look I’m gay, my boyfriend is waiting for me down the hall…. Just need to see if you can actually dance and you’re not wasting my time.’’ Samara sighed and started moving her hips, slowly bringing her arms up. You watched until you felt eyes on you that soon told you to do the same. Fighting a blush, you tried to mimic Sam’s moves, you were nervous but then you told yourself you shouldn’t be and tried to have fun with it.

‘’Alright that’s enough. You two are hired.’’ He says as he gets up from his seat. ‘’You’re gonna need new names’’

‘’But we didn’t even tell you our actua-’’ He cuts you off and points to Samara first ‘’Black Lace’’ and then pivots to your direction ‘’And you…. Princess.’’ You and Samara look at each other in confusion. ‘’Oh yeah, the name’s Eddy and welcome to Culotte ladies!’’ The last part he says in a faux french accent and makes his way towards the exit until he halts abruptly, slowly turning to face Y/N and Samara  ‘’’You two work the weekends, only 10 an hour plus tips.. I’ll be seeing you ladies.’’ And with that, he was gone. Samara is the first to break the silence the second he leaves.

‘’What the fuck kind of stripper name is Black Lace’’

‘’I mean at least it’s better than the basic old Princess’’

‘’No, Princess suits you Y/N. It captures your whole pure essence’’

That was almost four months ago. You had now gotten comfortable with your new ‘job’  - You could work with your best friend, it paid nice and sometimes the men weren’t so bad. Eddy had you all waiting in the changing room for some big announcement.

Four months and you barely knew some of the girls in here, some were nice and others were just untouchable. But you did find yourself in a little circle amongst Sam and a couple other girls she’d become friends with. The door burst open with Eddy’s energetic energy filling the room. ‘’Ladies I have some news’’  those words caused the entire room to go silent, every head turned to Eddy to see what his so-called news was.

‘’I’m retiring’’ noise quickly found it’s way back to the room as everyone loaded Eddy with worrisome looks and questions.

‘’Girls, girls, girls, calm down. I’ve found a new, younger soul to run the place. I know it won’t be the same as Ol’ Eddy but this man sure knows business, he’ll take care of ya the way I did. As a matter of fact, he’s here right now, I’ll quickly pop out and get him so he can meet all of you.’’

Everyone started talking all at once once Eddy had left, Sam and the other girls next to you joined in on the topic at hand. You listened, not one to give your opinion on the matter. Although you did mention that It did feel like it was his time to retire, he was getting old and fighting one nasty cough. The sound of chatter started to quieten as soon as footsteps were heard coming from the hallway. Eddy had returned now with a much younger man, whose features were very refined, eyes the bluest you’ve ever seen and a beard that’d haunt your dreams for days. The mystery man, clad with a burgundy suit, places one hand into his pocket as he eyes all the girls and stops to lock eyes with you. He keeps his gaze frozen on you while Eddy introduces him.

‘’Everyone, this is Sebastian Stan. Your new boss.’’

‘’Sebastian, this is-’’ Eddy points to every girl in the room, identifying them by their stripper names and not their real ones. All while Sebastian’s gaze never leaves your face. You felt your cheeks blush the entire time, trying to keep eye contact with Eddy to refrain from Sebastian’s stark gaze.

‘’Zelda’’

‘’Dottie’’

‘’Roxie’’

‘’Black Lace and Princess.’’ finishing the list of names he turns to Sebastian, whose gaze seems to be glued onto you. ‘’Princess?’’ he holds out his hand for you to shake. In the heat of the moment you take it and he brings it to his lips for a kiss ‘’Enchanté princess.’’ He lets your hand drop and quietly exits the room with Eddy following suit just before giving you a wink.

‘’Well, do you wanna tell us what that was about?’’

Still in shock of what happened you had no idea how to respond, hell you had no idea if you could even move right now. A man that handsome had just flirted (?) with you. The rest of the evening goes on like any other at Culotte. You kinda hoped you’d see Sebastian again but he was nowhere to be seen. By the time your shift was over had changed into something more comfortable and got your bicycle ready for the ride home. Little did you know Sebastian was watching you from the front seat of his black Porsche and boy was he getting all hot seeing your new outfit that did nothing to hide your perfect legs.

[abbatoirablaze]

Money Shotz AU Master List

This is a porn AU, where all the characters are porn stars. There will not be any warnings in the chapters as this is exclusively for 18+ readers.

Barber’s Candy

Andy Barber X porn star reader

Black Widow (Completed) ✔️

Natasha Romanoff X female reader.

Blackwood's Angel (Completed) ✔️

Charles Blackwood X porn star reader

Can Do This All Day (Completed) ✔️

Steve Rogers X porn star producer

Caught Red Handed (Complete) ✔️

Steve Kemp X Fluffer

Dream Girl (Completed) ✔️

Chris Evans X long-time girlfriend

Gay For Pay  (Completed) ✔️

Loki Luafeyson X Porn Star Reader

Hit Referesh In Fifteen Seconds (Completed) ✔️

Nick Fowler X Cam girl reader

In The Haze (Completed) ✔️

Sharon Carter X Bucky Barnes X Chris Beck with the eventually Bucky X porn star reader

Last Of His Kind (Completed) ✔️

Sebastian Stan 

Love Is In The Air (Completed) ✔️

Ari Levinson X Jefferson.

Money Shotz Inc. (Completed) ✔️

The story that started it all. Healthy mix of characters with the eventual Ransom Drysdale X Reader X Frank Adler.

Out Of The Closet (Completed) ✔️

Thor x Gay OC

Popping Cherry (Completed)✔️

Lee Bodecker X virgin, new porn star reader

Raging Storm (Completed) ✔️

Johnny Storm X ghost of girlfriend. 

Smooth Like Jazz (Completed) ✔️

Curtis Everett X porn star reader

Strip It Down (Completed) ✔️

Jake Jensen X Stripper reader

Zemo's Sweetheart (Completed) ✔️

Company Owner Zemo X porn star reader

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

- 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. -Please do not copy or repost. These are all made by me. Reblogs, likes and requests are welcome!

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- 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 -

40′s Bucky

40′s Steve

Winter Soldier

Loki

Thor

Natasha & Yelena

Bucky & Sam (TFATWS)

Kate Bishop

The Spidermen

T’challa

Nebula

Steven Grant Rogers

Natasha Alianovna Romanov

Peter Parker

******

- 𝐀𝐔𝐬 -

Sugar Daddy!Bucky x Stripper!Reader

Police!Chris Evans x Reader

Mob!Bucky x Reader

Ceo!Bucky x Reader

Director!Tom Hiddleston x Actress!Reader

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- 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. -

Max (Sharper)

LLoyd Hansen (The Gray Man)

Ari Levinson (The Red Sea Diving Resort)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Chris (Destroyer)

Jefferson (OUAT)

Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

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- 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬/ 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 -

Chris Evans

Sebastian Stan

Tom Hiddleston

[xcaptain-winterx]

Jefferson Hatter: Time to sin AU

Time to sin Masterlist

• coming soon

[buckyshusband0]

What’s the next fic? And when did u think it’ll be ready? No pressure though, just love ur writing ❤️❤️

I have no clue of which one to start so y’all choose :)

Painful Overdose | Sebastian Stan x Male Reader

Love Bites | Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Forbidden Love | Stepdad!Chris Evans x Male Reader

Failed Attempts | Yandere!Nick Fowler x Male Reader

Our Little Dove | Yandere!Stucky x Male Reader

Ready To Comply | WS x Male Reader

Choose Us | Evanstan x Stripper!Male Reader

Crimson Walls | Detective!Bucky Barnes x Serial Killer!Male Reader

Comment which one you would like to read first !!

[sinner-as-saint]

for the cherry universe. in one of them she said that she wants to give him a dance maybe describe how that went? maybe she was like “no hands” and seb didn’t touch her at all but then he can’t take it anymore so he just takes her and fucks her telling her how hot she was. idk

Oh shit! Cherry 3 (is that the title?) is soooo good! Could you possibly do an add on to it? I’d love to see what giving Seb a dance in the club to prove your point would look like  

Cherry 1  / Cherry 2  / Cherry 3  / Cherry 4  (There’s no specific order to read these btw)

a/n: Aight! If that’s what you want...

So all you wanted was to give Seb a dance in front of all the girls at your club to prove a point

To show them that he’s yours

And he was more than happy to go along with the plan

After, he liked nothing more than showing you off to the rest of the world. 

So you got to the club

And you showed the girls exactly what you meant

You did what you did best

You gave Seb a dance of a lifetime

You were on his lap, moving sensually along with the loud music; your favorite dance song was on - Skin by Rihanna. 

Seb was losing his mind

And your scandalous outfit wasn’t helping him either

He wanted nothing more than to just drag you to one of the rooms and show you what you did to him 

But you were having too much fun

At some point, almost all eyes were on you two; most of the girls and their clients were watching you. 

The girls watched you with envy and jealousy

The men watched you with hunger in their eyes

And neither of you cared a bit

Your purposely rolled your hips against Seb’s crotch and he’d moan quietly; reaching out to touch you

But you’d stop him

“Nah uh, no touching,” you pushed his hands away before they could wrap around your waist

“Baby...” Seb whined as you continued your sweet torture on him

You just smirked and kept going

You touched him wherever you could; leaning in just enough to pull him in but not even giving him a proper kiss in the lips

Seb whined again as you pulled away, giggling

“Baby, please...” 

Beneath you, you could feel his growing need to have you and feeling his hard and firm cock only made you wanna tease him even more. 

And you did, until the song ended. 

Seb could no longer focus on anything else; other than the fact that he needed to have you right now. 

When the song ended, Seb dragged you to one of the private rooms 

“You were phenomenal out there baby,” he whispered, nuzzling your neck and kissing your skin softly. 

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he pulled away to look at you

“Had to show them you were mine,” you leaned in and kissed him on the side of his mouth. 

He smiled, “I’m all yours, babe” he’d say, meaning each word. 

His hands would shamelessly roam your body

“Hmm, you look hot in that, babygirl,” he said, pointing at your dark red lingerie set. 

“Bet you’d look even better without it,” he spoke, leaning in to finally kiss you after having been patient for so long

Seb would be eager and needy

He’d probably literally tear your lingerie off just to touch you

OKAY but he’d make you cum hard and fast; pounding into you on the couch

He knew he could take his time with you later at home, but as of now, he selfishly needed you to satiate his hunger

He’d be loving, but rough? You get me?

Like he’d totally have you screaming his name while he pounded into you relentlessly, but he’d also interlace your hands together while making you cum

He’d totally bite your shoulder and pull your hair, but he’d also whisper how much he loves you in your ear while making you cum around his cock for the second time that night

[mypoisonedvine]

ALL MY WORKS ARE 18+ ONLY

a = angst, f = fluff, s = smut, d = dark, 🎀 = ddlg, ✨ = most popular

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Heavy Metal Lover | sub!beefy!Bucky Barnes x (dominatrix!reader) | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟, (eventual)𝒂 [COMPLETE]

Seeing Red | (bodyguard)Bucky Barnes (x actress!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂 [nine parts; COMPLETE]

Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan (Love, Actually AU) | 𝐟, (eventual)𝒔 [ten parts; COMPLETE]

✨ The Wrong Idea | stepdad!Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅, 𝐟   tw: stepcest (part 1) (part 2) (headcanons and blurbs) (part 3) (pearl necklace: epilogue) [COMPLETE]

The Perfect Fit | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟 (part 1) (part 2) [COMPLETE]

Diplomacy | orc!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟  (part I) (part 2) [COMPLETE]  

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✨ Doctor Daddy | Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) |  𝒔, 🎀 (mob au)

A Beautiful Little Fool | Sebastian Stan | 𝒔, 𝒅 (The Great Gatsby au)

✨ A Lesson Earned Is a Lesson Learned | Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀

Closer | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂

✨ A Year Gone By | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅, 🎀

Discretion | 40′s Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂

Rainstorm | Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier | 𝒔

Hunt | Slayer!Bucky (x vampire!reader) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Compromise | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅

You, Me, and Him | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅

Training Session | Bucky Barnes | 𝐟

More Human Than Human | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅, 𝒂 (Blade Runner au)

Exchanging Gifts | chubby!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟

Alternative Medicine | chubby!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀

✨ Dishonorable Discharge | Bucky Barnes (x sister!reader) | 𝒔, 𝒅  (tw: incest)

Consolation | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 𝒂

✨ Liberation | Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝒅

Vignettes of a Bond | alpha!Bucky Barnes | 𝒔, 𝐟, 𝒂 (tw: a/b/o) 

✨ Bankrupt | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

✨ While You Were Sleeping | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

Serves You Right to Suffer | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

The Martyrdom of St. Valentine (and other romantic stories) | Bucky Barnes & foster brother!Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest, kinda) 

Family Reunion | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔 (tw: incest)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au) 

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson  | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟  // Poolside Service (part 2) 

Seven Against One | Howling Commandos | 𝒔, 𝒅

Double Take | Charles Blackwood (& 40′s Bucky Barnes) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Stretch  | Lance Tucker | 𝒔

Pearl Necklace | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝐟

Darkroom | werewolf!Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅  

Awestruck | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝐟

Sting | Lee Bodecker | 𝒔, 𝒅

Stuck With You | stepbrother!Carter Baizen | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest)

Rock the Boat | Jefferson/Mad Hatter (Once Upon A Time) | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅  (pirate au)

Hunter’s Moon | Chase Collins (The Covenant) | 𝒔, 𝒅

𝒉 𝒆 𝒂 𝒅 𝒄 𝒂 𝒏 𝒐 𝒏 𝒔

comforting bucky after a nightmare (fluff, gender neutral reader)

being steve’s sister and dating bucky

dark!daddy!bucky punishes you for coming without him 🎀

dark!bucky doesn’t let you come for a week

dark!bucky is your boyfriend but dark!steve wants in on the action

angst with destroyer!chris

dark!stucky use some alternative methods to keep you in line

dark!bucky manipulates you into helping him with his nightmares

dark!bucky drabble based on that one 🔪 pic from the men’s health shoot

daddy!bucky and your oral fixation 🎀

✨ you and steve switch bodies and bucky has some fun (part 2/prequel) (part 3)

daddy!stucky punish little!reader 🎀

sub!lee teaches you how to be in charge in bed

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Satisfied  | Andy Barber | 𝒂, 𝒔 [chapter 1] [chapter 2] [chapter 3] [chapter 4] [chapter 5] [COMPLETE]

✨ The Kind of Girl You Take Home to Mom | Andy Barber | 𝒔 [part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [COMPLETE]

First Chanukah Together (holiday mini-series) | Ari Levinson | 𝒔, 𝐟

𝒐 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 𝒉 𝒐 𝒕 𝒔

Juicy Fruit | Chris Evans | 𝒔, 𝐟

Getting In Tune | Chris Evans | 𝐟

Cake By The Ocean | fratboy!Chris Evans | 𝒔

Rough Ride | biker!Chris Evans | 𝒔, 𝐟   

A Lesson Earned Is a Lesson Learned | Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan (x little!reader) | 𝒔, 𝐟, 🎀

Feast | Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

A Rare Brew  | Steve Rogers |  𝒔, 𝒅

Eucharist | priest!Steve Rogers |  𝒔, 𝐟

✨ Bankrupt | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 

✨ While You Were Sleeping | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

Serves You Right to Suffer | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅

The Martyrdom of St. Valentine (and other romantic stories) | Bucky Barnes & foster brother!Steve Rogers | 𝒔, 𝒅 (tw: stepcest, kinda)

Family Reunion | Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers | 𝒔 (tw: incest)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au) 

Seven Against One | Howling Commandos | 𝒔, 𝒅

Claimed | Andy Barber | 𝒔, 𝐟 (tw: a/b/o)

Ties That Bind, Debts That Burden | Curtis Everett | 𝒔, 𝐟

Fix | Mike Weiss | 𝒔, (slight)𝒅

Ear Candy | Mike Weiss | 𝒔, (slight)𝒂

Hungry Like The Wolf | Ari Levinson | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅

Shadowboxer | Ransom Drysdale | 𝒂, 𝒔

Home for the Holidays | Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge | 𝒔, 𝒅

Artificial Scarcity | Jake Jensen | 𝒔, (soft-ish)𝒅

Peaches & Cream | Jake Wyler | 𝒔, (soft-ish)𝒅

Aftershocks | Johnny Storm (x mutant!reader) | 𝒂, 𝒔

𝒉 𝒆 𝒂 𝒅 𝒄 𝒂 𝒏 𝒐 𝒏 𝒔

chris has a daddy kink

✨ chris has a breeding kink

dark!chris is your roommate and tampers with your panty drawer

asking chris to try anal

dark!steve is nice until you get into a fight

dark!steve gives you sex pollen to steal you from your boyfriend

mob!steve gets jealous easily

you were his high school bully, now ceo!steve wants revenge

dark!bucky is your boyfriend but dark!steve wants in on the action

dark!stucky use some alternative methods to keep you in line

✨ you and steve switch bodies and bucky has some fun // (part 2/prequel) // (part 3)

daddy!stucky punish little!reader 🎀

andy’s wife hires you to prove he’s cheating // (part 2)

andy stuffs all three of your holes

mr. freezy gets a new slave

angst with ransom

somnophilia/free use with mike weiss

dark!jake jensen tracks you down after you beat him in a video game

Tattletale | Sam Wilson | 𝒔, 𝒅 (stepbrother au, stepcest tw)

✨ The Sort of Things We Usually Do Alone | Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers (x stripper!reader) | 𝒔 (mob au)

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson  | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟  // Poolside Service (part 2)

headcanon: daddy!sam and little!reader 🎀

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My Body Is A Cage | alpha!Laszlo Kreizler | 𝒔, 𝒂, 𝐟  [IN PROGRESS]

Twice | professor!Helmut Zemo | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂 [three parts; COMPLETE]

𝒐 𝒏 𝒆 𝒔 𝒉 𝒐 𝒕 𝒔

King of Hollywood | director!Daniel Brühl | 𝒔, 𝒅 (40s au)

✨ First-Class Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟 

✨ Poolside Service | sugar daddy!Helmut Zemo & Bucky Barnes & Sam Wilson | 𝒔, (slight)𝐟  (part 2 for first-class service)

Prestigious Position | Helmut Zemo | 𝒔, (soft)𝒅

Risk Management | Niki Lauda | 𝒔 

Starstruck | Niki Lauda | 𝒔, 𝐟 (pornstar au)

All Bets Are Off | Niki Lauda | 𝒔, 𝒅

Rivalry & Revelry | Niki Lauda & James Hunt | 𝒔 

Honey & Whiskey | Andrea Marowski | 𝒔, 𝒅

Throw Me A Bone | Andrea Marowski | 𝒔  

Black Lotus | ??? | 𝒔, 𝒅

Talk Show Host | Dirk Brûlée | 𝒔, 𝐟, (slight)𝒂

Reedukation | Jan (The Edukators) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Under Your Spell | Tonda (Krabat) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Happy Little Pill | Alex Kerner | 𝒔, 𝒅

Tenebrae | Father Antonio (Intruders) | 𝒔, 𝒅

Loop | Mobius M. Mobius | 𝒔, 𝐟 

Don’t You Forget About Me | Mobius M. Mobius | 𝒂

Taste | Vann Siegert (The Minus Man) | 𝒔, 𝐟

~

Bruce Banner

Sugar | 𝒔, 𝐟  (sugar daddy au)

Spoiled  | 𝒔, 𝐟  (also sugar daddy au)

Side Effects | 𝒔, 𝐟

headcanon: getting fucked on the hood of sugar daddy!bruce’s car

headcanon: threesome with thor and bruce

headcanon: daddy!bruce and little!reader 🎀

headcanon: daddy!bruce enables your oral fixation 🎀

Peter Parker

Animalistic  | 𝒔, 𝒅

✨ It’s Always The Quiet Ones  | 𝒔, 𝒅 (college au)

headcanon: dark!peter is obsessed with his professor

Maria Hill

Quid Pro Quo | 𝒔, 𝐟

drabble: maria reminds you to be prepared

Thor Odinson

headcanon: threesome with thor and bruce

headcanon: thor and valkyrie are your doms

Valkyrie

headcanon: thor and valkyrie are your doms

drabble: serving valkyrie, the king of asgard, on her throne 

Scott Lang

Second Chance | 𝒔, 𝒅