#hbc drabble

[theycallmebecca]

18+ Drabble: Nighttime Reading

Here is my first drabble for my Kinktober bingo card for @the-horniest-book-club I definitely could have made this one steamier than it turned out... but my writing skills are feeling a bit rusty and it's been a rough few days... so it is what it is. I'm happy with how it came out.

For this drabble I used the prompt "beard burn/kink" from my bingo card, which you can see here.

Title: Nighttime Reading

Pairing: Andy Barber x female reader

Rating: Borderline R

Warnings: very suggestive

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

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As the protagonist in the book you're reading screams out her lover's name, you raise your eyes up over the top of your book to look at your own lover.

Andy sits across the room, engrossed in his own book, while absentmindedly stroking his thick beard.

You chew on your lower lip as you watch him drag his thumb down the side of his face as he reads.

You're certain he doesn't even know he is doing it, but it reminds you of the scene you just finished reading where the protagonist and her sexy, bearded lover have passionate, very descriptive sex in their living room during a storm.

Glancing down at your book, you read one particular part again, before you toss the book aside and stand up.

Andy glances up from his book and raises an eyebrow. "Are you going to bed already?" he asks.

"I need your help," you tell him.

He nods his head and says, "Of course. What do you need?"

"Take off your pants."

Your words catch him off guard, but you silence any questions he might have when you take off your shirt, throwing it onto the ground as you make your way to him.

"Oh, that kind of help," he says as he sets his own book aside, taking more care with his than you did yours. Then he lifts his hips so he can pull down his pants.

Climbing into his lap, you face him and proceed to explain every second of the scene you just read to him without leaving out a single detail.

By the time you finish recapping it, you're more hot and bothered than you were before and so is Andy. His eyes are filled with desire and his manhood is hard, waiting for your attention.

#HBC Kinktober 2022 #theycallmebecca #theycallmebeccawrites #Andy Barber #Andy Barber fanfiction #Andy Barber fanfic #Andy Barber fan fiction #Andy Barber x you #Andy Barber x female reader #Andy Barber x y/n #chris evans #becca writes 18+ drabbles

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Masterlist 

The Flip Side (on hiatus)

Part: 1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  6,  7, 8,  9, 10, 11,  12

Ao3

Silver Springs

Part: 1,  2 ,  3,  4,  5,  6,  7,  8,  9, 10, 11, 12 (completed)

Ao3 

Growing Pains (post mob-life fic -- in progress)

Part: 1,  2,   3,   4

Ao3

Silver Spring AU Drabbles

Ao3

Little Nat Adventures :)

Rescue ~ Adopting Boone 

Rivals ~ Y/n meets another mobster

Couched ~ Wanda gets in trouble

Recon ~ Wanda and y/n meet 

Sushi ~ First date

Burn out ~ Wanda gets sick

Faux pas ~ Pietro gets drunk

Midnight ~ Wanda visits after being away for work 

Surprise ~ Wanda gives Y/n a gift

Graduation ~ Wanda crashes a graduation party. (18+)

Decoy ~ Y/n and Wanda get a new addition to the family 

Bickering ~ Grocery shopping 

Nine lives ~ Fletcher visits the vet 

Don’t Blame Me ~ Y/n witnesses Wanda’s drug deal. (18+)

Sunrise ~ Proposal 

Crisis ~ Finding out we’re pregnant

Caught ~ Wanda gets in trouble…again

Dreams ~ Y/n deals with old demons 

Training ~Y/n and Wanda spar

K.O. ~ Y/n and Wanda spar part 2. (18+)

Trials ~ Navigating pregnancy and parenthood 

Not As Expected ~ Wanda has her baby

Role Reversal ~ Y/n, the mob boss

Intruder ~ Coming home to an unpleasant surprise 

Field work ~ Boone helps Wanda at work

Broke ~ Y/n is introduced to the darker side of Wanda’s job

Ambush ~ Y/n and Wanda have the odds stacked against them

Wrath ~ Wanda comes to Y/n’s rescue 

It ~ Movie night with Wanda

Birthday ~ Y/n celebrates a birthday

Minefield ~ Y/n meets Bucky

Aberration ~ Y/n meets Nat

Nerves ~ Y/n and Wanda get married 

Reunion ~ Y/n and Wanda go to a high school reunion

Reunion pt. 2 ~ Y/n sets things right with Wanda

Repair ~ Y/n fixes the dishwasher and Wanda is very grateful. (18+)

Ennui ~ Wanda comes out to her brother 

A Night Out ~ Y/n meets Pietro 

First Time ~ Y/n gets a tracker 

First Time pt. 2 ~ Y/n and Wanda begin to recover 

Troublemaker ~ The dogs’ babysitting skills are put to the test 

Anonymous ~ Pietro receives a disturbing letter 

Night In ~ Y/n is left in charge

Girls Trip ~ Y/n takes a trip to the beach with some friends

Serendipity ~ Y/n meets Wanda’s high school crush

Serendipity pt. 2 ~ Aftermath of Wanda’s reunion. 

Reminiscing ~ Wanda’s midnight musings 

Preparations ~ Y/n and Wanda get ready for their baby 

Infidelity ~ Wand realizes her wife is hiding something.

I Did Something Bad ~ Wanda carries out a hit

Abduction ~ An outing with Boone goes wrong  

Struggles ~ Real world attention problems

Traffic ~ Y/n and Wanda travel abroad

Mama ~ Just another weekly dinner with the fam

Cross The Line ~ Wanda takes her wife to a club

Anniversary ~ Y/n spends a special day with Wanda

Honeymoon ~ How Y/n and Wanda spend the last night of their honeymoon (18+)

Better Than Cake ~ Y/n and Wanda celebrate a birthday (18+)

Out of Commission ~ Wanda breaks her wrist 

Kinks ~ Pietro brings his sister a gift

Road Kill ~ Y/n learns something new about Wanda

Stealth ~ Y/n has a lapse in judgement

If Anyone Falls ~ Y/n and Wanda’s first time together ❤️ (18+)

Appreciation ~ A break from taking care of new baby Natalya

2, 4, 6, 8... ~ Pietro misunderstands his sister-in-law’s intentions 

Separation ~ Wanda makes a horrible mistake while arguing with her wife

Separation pt. 2 ~ Continuation of part 1  

Competition ~ Wanda catches her wife with another woman

Late Night ~ Wanda catches onto her wife’s sleepless nights

Coming home ~ Fletcher’s adoption

Feud ~ Wanda betrays her wife

Playdate ~ Boone and Fanny hang out at the compound

A Day in the Life ~ Y/n and Wanda go out

Nightmares ~ Wanda wakes up to an unpleasant surprise 

Cocaine Bear ~ Movie night

Wild ~ Y/n gets an unpleasant surprise 

Blackout ~ Y/n's first experience with expensive tequila

Phoenix ~ Lazy Sunday musings 

HBC ~ Y/n and Wanda take Boone to the farmer’s market

Brawl ~ Y/n trains with a recruit

Graze ~ Y/n finds herself in a shootout without Wanda

Decompress ~ Wanda helps her girlfriend relax after a hard day at work. 

Sick Leave ~ Y/n is forced to take some time off of work

Rainbow Bridge ~ Dog-centric drabble 

Trade off ~ Y/n saves Wanda’s life 

Breach ~ Natalya first break-in

Triage ~ Aftermath of Breach 

Stunts ~ Wanda makes a mistake 

Limbo ~ Important relationships landmarks 

Storms ~ Disruptive late night thunderstorms 

Karma ~ Family getaway

Negotiations~ Y/n sneaks out one night 

House call ~ Y/n receives an unconventional offer

Mile High Club ~ Y/n and Wanda fly to Europe

Better Help ~ Y/n goes to therapy 

Pretty Girls ~ Heart eyes 

Staying In ~ A lazy Sunday

The Sticks ~ Wanda needs a favor 

Something old, something new ~ New adventures 

Insomnia ~ Sleepless nights

Afterglow ~ Pillow talk

Let’s Groove ~ A night out 

Alternate endings

Too late ~ Y/n dies

Laid to rest ~ Y/n dies part 2  

Complications ~ Wanda dies 

Headcanons: (where I will ramble about my favorite alternate universe)

Silver Springs AU

#masterlist #silver springs #silver springs au #silver springs au drabbles #silver springs headcanons #mob au #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x you #the flip side

[felicitysmoaksx]

Rheese + Sarah pregnant and they're trying to keep it a secret but it accidently gets revealed in the middle of the ED

So this was supposed to be the first prompt in my 25 Advent Writing challenge. But I'm writing the first four or five days early because I think I'll be house-sitting for someone and won't have my computer with me. Just my iPad and phone so I won't be able to format things like I want. And so I wrote this and now I'm chomping at the bit, so excited in my seat to share it. So it's coming out early. Hope you don't mind @girlinlotsoffandoms! If you want you can send in another prompt. This is also slightly different than what you probably had in mind, but when this popped into my ask box, this is all I thought about. Well, this and a slight scene in my amnesia au. But ultimately, I went with my Voight Family Values au because my brain went to pain and angst. And this what if this takes place in Chapter 4 of Hold On, I Still Want You (Rating E, Minors DNI) and where this little drabble is set is below the read more if you're interested where this fits. Also TW: for inaccurate depictions of medical situations and a miscarriage that does not happen, but still thought I should put a warning here.

"Connor, there's something else... It doesn't have to do with her wounds exactly, but..." Then Ava bit her lip as she trailed off. Hesitating before she handed him the iPad with Sarah's blood panels that were taken when she arrived in the ED pulled up.

"Her HBC levels are slightly elevated. And we both know what that means..."

"Sarah's pregnant?" Connor questioned, softly. His hand reached up as if to trace the proof that told him his lover was pregnant. Ava nodded, continuing to explain. "By my estimation with how elevated her levels are..."

"She's at least seven weeks along." He said slowly, doing his own math in his head before he handed the tablet back to Ava and ran his hands through his hair. The silence that filled the space was deafening because this was not how he was supposed to find out he was going to be a father.

With her in a hospital bed, a gunshot wound to the neck. She didn't even tell him. Instead, he had to learn this from Ava and a blood panel. Would she have even told him? Is this why she was acting weird yesterday and the day before? Did she know then? Was she trying to work up the courage to tell him then?

Ava nodded at his words. Then the female surgeon said quietly, "I know this isn't my business, but I'm assuming with how I found you and her two months ago, that the baby is yours-"

The baby had to be his. Sarah spent five nights out of the week with him, at his place. So he nodded and the blonde continued. "And that's the only reason I'm telling you anything about this and working this loophole with patient confidentiality. Because as soon as I knew about the pregnancy, I did an ultrasound. With the amount of blood lost and trauma, her body has gone through..."

Connor felt everything in his body seize and stiffen in the chair he was sitting in. Because he had heard the speech before. He had made it himself before. He had only just found out about this baby and now Ava was telling him he could potentially lose his lover and his baby both? His partner at work must've read his body language or seen the alarmed look on his face because she was quick to hold up her hands.

"They're both fine. Like I said before, it's almost like she had a shield in front of her because Sarah and your baby both are going to be okay." Ava reassured him. Instantly he could breathe again.

“Thank you,” Connor exhaled audibly and said in a sincere tone, “I know you really don’t care for trauma. But you helped her when I couldn’t.”

The blonde smirked at him, “We both know that you would’ve. If I hadn’t been there. Or at least tried.” 

It was after Ava left that Connor perched himself on Sarah's hospital bed. He ran a hand down her face in a gentle caress. Then his hand drifted down to her stomach to cradle their baby. Their baby. He pressed his lips to her forehead.

"Did you know baby? Were you nervous to tell me? Is that why you were acting weird these last few days?" He whispered in a soft, tender voice, "Or was it something else and you didn't even know yet?"

OB wasn't his specialty and he only handled a pregnancy if it came along with a trauma or it was another emergency situation. So he couldn't remember if the symptoms started this early in the pregnancy. "Are you waking up to a surprise too, baby?"

Another soft kiss was pressed to her forehead. "Either way, you don't have to worry Sarah. I'm here, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

He was texting Lindsay about her transfer when Ava walked into the room. “I’ve been in contact with Detective Lindsay.” At Connor’s look of confusion, the blonde woman continued, “She’s Sarah's emergency contact. She also has medical power of attorney. She has told me, I can share information with you about Sarah’s case.” “So how bad was it?” He asked, seeing her face and bracing for the worst. But to his relief, his partner in the field of sorts, held up her hands with the beginnings of a smile on her face. “She did really well, all things considered. We had to give her three more units of blood and one plasma. She got lucky, with the way the bullets went in, she might’ve been paralyzed or it could’ve hit her esophagus. We pulled out two bullets, but they never perforated her spine or went through her esophagus. It’s almost as if she had a shield in front of her.” Connor sighed heavily in relief and turned back to look at his lover. Though she was still pale, a little color had returned to her so her skin no longer looked translucent. She wore a neck brace, but that was just so she didn’t move her neck in her sleep if she became restless. Then his trauma surgeon's brain caught something. Last time he saw Sarah she was bagged and being attached to a ventilator. But now… He turned back to Ava, “You extubated her. She’s breathing on her own.” “I took a chance in recovery. She passed the breathing tests with flying colors, was protecting her airway, and her oxygen levels and CO2 stats were good so I took her breathing tube out.” The blonde explained with a shrug.

#one chicago #Chicago Med #Rheese #Sarah Reese #Connor Rhodes #my writing #Voight Family Values au

[the-horniest-book-club]

HBC Kinktober 2022: Bingo!

It's that time of year again! Or... it's almost that time of year, anyway.

From October 1-31, 2022, we will be doing our annual Kinktober event! This year, we have bingo cards! Each bingo card has 8 prompts and a "free space" for you to choose your own prompt from our full list of prompts!

Starting on October 1st, you'll have a month to complete whatever bingo card you choose. On your own blog, make a post for your bingo card and link your works there. Then you can send us the link to your bingo card post and we'll add it to our masterlist!

You are welcome to complete more than one bingo card, we just ask that you not choose a second/third/etc. until you complete all 9 prompts of your chosen bingo card(s).

(If you can't take on a bingo card, but you still want to create something for one of the Kinktober prompts below, that's ok! Just tag us and we'll add it to the masterlist, too!)

As always, you can write a drabble, create a moodboard, etc.

Rules For Our Events:

You do not need to reserve a prompt or tell us which prompt you’re using.

You can write/create for as many or as few as you’d like, and there is no word minimum or maximum.

Smut/Fluff/Angst/any combo accepted, please adhere to HBC Guidelines.

You can use any 18+ MCU character and/or an 18+ character from an MCU actor (no RPFs) as long as the character is not on our banned list

To get on the masterlist, DM the link to your creations to the HBC - All Links received within 24 hours of the time frame ending will be added to the masterlist.

Use #HBC Kinktober 2022 on your works!

EVERYONE is welcome to participate!

You will find the six bingo card options as well as the full list of prompts below.

Love, The Thirsty Librarians of the HBC 📚

Full List of Prompts

Anal Play

Authority Kink

Beard Burn/Kink

Blindfold

Bondage

Breeding Kink

Car Sex

Choking/Breath Play

Cockwarming

Costume/Roleplay

Daddy Kink

Dirty Talk

Dom/Sub

Edging

Food/Drink Play

Hair Pulling

Knife Play

Lingerie

Multiple Partners

Oral

Phone Sex/Sexting

Playing With Toys

Praise Kink

Public Sex

Quickie

Spanking

Special Occasion Sex

Temperature Play (ice/wax/etc.)

Thigh Riding

Voyeurism

#HBC Kinktober 2022

[jbbuckybarnes]

Move-in Day

Pairing: Modern!Bucky x Reader (platonic) A/N: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club​‘s College AU challenge. I wrote it in like an hour, so ignore any dumb typos and all that fun stuff. Also let me know if you want a second part where Reader meets Steve and Sam. Warnings: Fluff, awkwardness, food, not proofread.

„Mixed housing.“ You shrugged when that topic came up in your preparation for college and school housing. Well, now you were about to see the person you would spend at least a year with. With a big suitcase in your hand and a giant box still waiting in your car you stood in front of the room with your number on it. After taking a few deep breaths you pushed down the door handle and slowly opened the door. „One minute! I‘m still putting stuff in the bathroom!“ A deep, soothing male voice echoed from the bathroom. You looked at his side of the room, full of his shirts, a ukulele, a polaroid, a big candle, a bunched up pack of fairy lights and a trophy that seemed to be sports-related.

A few seconds later a pair of blue eyes peaked out of the bathroom, brown hair all disheveled. „Oh, you must be my roommate then.“ The rest of him became visible to you. He was tall, looked strong but his face was softer than a million puppies. „I guess so.“ You gave a nervous chuckle. „James, but most people call me Bucky.“ He didn‘t know either if a hug or a handshake was appropriate. „Y/N, people like to call me Blue. Because I had blue hair tips for a few years.“ You smiled at the memories. „That must‘ve looked cool as fuck...um, if you need help hanging anything up, you know who to ask.“ He was as awkward as you, you guessed that was a win. „I mean, Command Hooks aren‘t really hard.“ You laughed. „You say that now. I‘ve just stood in there for an hour, trying to hang up one of those mini shelf thingies.“ He looked at you with traumatized eyes and had you laugh harder. „That explains your hair.“ You pointed at it and he looked up crosseyed and fixed it. „Yeah. Do you need help carrying anything?“ He asked very attentively. „Naaah, I only have one more thing to get from my car and that‘s it. I didn‘t bring much.“ He nodded before pointing at the bathroom and leaving to set it up further. You were glad you two had a bathroom right in your room and only the living room and kitchen were shared with another two people. After you had brought the giant box with a marble pattern on it to the dorm, you needed to lay in the bed for a minute, panting and staring at the ceiling. This was going to be home for a while. The bed dipped next to you and you looked up at James. „I think we need rugs, this floor is ugly.“ He noted monotone and then grinned at you. „Yeah, I only brought a bedside table thing, this box, my bathroom stuff and a few pillows.“ You sat up too.

The rest of the day was spent setting up your shared cove and fairy lighting the shit out of your room. He shared a bit about his sports background and what he was going to major in. You told him about graduating a year early and your fucked sleeping pattern he would have to live with. His side was navy blue and white, yours was white and grey. It was almost as if you had planned this beforehand. He had a big constellation poster over his bed, you had put up a canvas you had painted yourself. He put up the ukulele, you put up a neon sign reading „Good Vibes.“ You both decided rugs, a full-length mirror and a basket for more pillows and blankets needed to be bought. It was almost funny how anxious you were earlier, the boy was an absolute delight to have around. „Ordering takeout?“ You suggested later in the day. „Absolutely.“ He answered, getting out his phone.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #james barnes #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #the winter soldier #captain america #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #text #bucky fanfic #mine #college au #hbc drabble #hbc drabbles

[azurika-writes]

H B C Masterlist

Please note: some or most of these are and will be 18+, please refrain from reading them if you’re not over the age of 18. Thank you.

Bucky Barnes

Helping A Roomie Out

#hbc drunk drabbles #hbc on quarantine #hbc #hbc drabbles #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #jefferson #ouat #destroyer!chris #hal carter #lance tucker #dayton white #the ss horniest book club #hbc drabble

[eurynome827]

Quoting Shakespeare: That Man That Hath A Tongue

An HBC Drabble! Part 2 of Quoting Shakespeare, by popular demand (or just @cchellacat telling me she would kill me if I didn’t write it...I love you, thanks for reading this over and always telling me nice things and feeding my praise kink)

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: language, SMUT SMUTTY SMUT SMUT SMUT (oral m and f receiving, protected sex) More smutty than usual. I’m getting worse. 

“That man that hath a tongue, I say is no man, if with his tongue he cannot win a woman.” William Shakespeare, The Two Gentlemen of Verona

(sorry about using your quote in such a smutty manner, Will, but you were a horny bastard too, so you probably don’t care)

BY CLICKING THE READ MORE LINK BELOW YOU AFFIRM THAT YOU ARE 18+ AND UNDERSTAND THAT THIS STORY CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT.

You looked at your feet, and then back up to meet his eyes with a smile. "Hey, Romeo. You here to take me up on my offer?"

He returned your smile, and you pulled him into your room by his arm, closing the door and turning to face him. The room was silent as you watched each other, both nervous about taking the next step. Finally he stepped forward to close the distance and as his hands went to your waist, yours circled his neck as his nose nudged yours. You closed your eyes, waiting for the kiss that must be coming, but opened one eye and raised an eyebrow at him after a minute.

He was smirking at you. "How are you feeling?"

You blinked twice. "Fine."

"So...you remember what you said at my balcony," you nodded, "do you remember what you said on the phone?"

His hands held your waist, keeping you at a distance, and you whined. "Yes, I remember."

He must have taken some semblance of pity on you and pulled you closer, his mouth next to your ear now, and you shivered, "Do you remember what I promised you?"

You took a deep, shaky breath. "You said you wouldn't let me out of bed today."

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"I'm absolutely sure." You could feel his hesitation, feel him start to pull away, and before he could talk himself out of anything you gripped one hand in his hair and snapped, "Seb, shut the fuck up and kiss me already."

You pressed your lips to his and he kissed you back, for a sweet moment, until he couldn't stop himself from mumbling against your mouth as you attempted to continue the kiss, "I ...just need... To know you're sure."

Throwing your head back with a groan, you held his wrists to keep his hands at your waist and then leveled a glare at him. "Sebastian. I'm running out of ways to say 'take me, I'm yours'. I won't beg, you know."

Now he kissed you with an almost bruising force, and you squealed when your back hit the wall and you opened up to him, allowing his searching tongue to find yours. His hands cradled your jaw and you started to feel light-headed. Your hands reached under his shirt to feel along lines and ridges of muscle and soft skin. When he stopped kissing you to breathe you pulled up on the hem.

"Off!" You demanded, and he complied, pulling the shirt over his head quickly and searching your lips out again. Grabbing his hand and moving it to the belt of your robe, you directed between kisses, "pull!"

He pulled and the robe opened, and then he stopped kissing you, surprised to feel your bare skin under the robe. You watched him, his eyes drinking you in, and you took a step forward as he took a step back.

"Don't you dare stop," you demanded, and tried to pull him toward you by the waistband of his gym shorts, but he shushed you with a finger pushed against your lips.

"I'm not stopping. Just," he let the finger on your lips trail over your chin, down your neck and stop at your collarbone, "let me take my time, please."

You shrugged the robe off your shoulders and watched his eyes follow the movement. Stepping back to brace yourself against the wall, you took a deep breath in as the finger paused at your collarbone continued it's journey south between your breasts, over your tummy and detoured to grip your hip instead of ending up where you desperately needed him. He stepped closer to you, caging you in against the wall, and leaned forward to whisper in your ear, "you're just as beautiful as I always knew you would be."

Smiling and turning your head towards his, you captured his lips again as he raised his hands to cup your breasts and you moaned into his mouth as he brushed his thumbs across your nipples. Your breath started to speed up as you wrapped one hand around the back of his neck to keep his lips close to yours and let your other hand wander down in search of the waistband of his shorts. Remembering your request from the previous night, you used all your strength to switch places with him, pressing your body against his to press him into the wall and giving his lip a little nibble before trailing kisses down his neck and chest and dropping to your knees. He took a shaky breath and pressed his hands into the wall as you pulled the shorts down and watched as his cock bounced out, hard and ready. You looked up at this gorgeous man you had at your mercy and could hardly believe the words that came out of your mouth.

"I'm gonna make you come so hard, you're gonna see your past lives."

He closed his eyes and moaned as you gripped him and licked from base to tip before engulfing him in your mouth with a pleased hum. Resting a hand on his muscular thigh you bobbed your head and feasted, wanting nothing more than to take him apart piece by piece. Above you he was a babbling mess.

"Baby.... God....so good... don't stop..."

You hummed again in response, and he moaned again, a call and answer of the most carnal kind.

His hand threaded through your hair but he let you direct your pace and you didn't plan on letting him catch his breath. Almost too soon he was gasping out, "close, so close," and you prepared to take everything he had to give you. With a final gasping moan he was coming and you were swallowing and you knew you would never get tired of the expression on his face.  

You sat back on the carpet, looking very pleased with yourself, and watched Sebastian try to pull himself together while leaning against the wall. "I hope that was worth the wait."

He slid down from the wall and crawled over you as you laid back, his hands on either side of your head as his lips hovered over yours. "I'm never letting you go, I hope you realize that."

You grinned up at him. "I'm kind of counting on that."

He kissed you and you opened up immediately, sliding your tongue against his as his hand sought out the wet heat between your legs. You sighed into his mouth as he slid a finger inside you, and he broke the kiss to whisper, "my turn."

You thought he would just travel down right there, but he stood instead and pulled you to your feet and then up into his arms as you squealed. He carried you to the bed, laid you down gently and settled between your legs, pulling one over his shoulder and taking a moment to admire how wet and ready you were for him. 

"Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart."

His lips, his fingers, his tongue - all were conspiring to drive you to the brink of madness. You wanted to push yourself closer to him but his free hand had a tight grip on you, fingers splayed across your hip, caressing every so often with the same rhythm as the fingers inside you.

"I always knew you'd be amazing at this," you gasped out, and felt his smile against your skin. You could have sworn he blushed at your praise. He doubled his efforts and you mewled, arching your back and warning him, "so close, don't stop," and he responded by sucking your clit into his mouth and shaking his head gently. No, he wouldn't stop.

You came on his fingers, crying out his name and seeing stars. You felt his fingers pull out of you and his tongue reach down to gather your wetness. He purred against your hot skin before sitting up, and you watched him clean both fingers in his mouth, savoring your taste. Still coming down from your high, you smiled at him, words for once eluding you. You glanced down and saw this his cock was hard for you again. 

He saw you notice and leaned over you to kiss you, and you licked across his bottom lip first, so pink and swollen from his enthusiasm between your legs. "Be right back," he kissed you quickly and left the bed, and walked to his abandoned shorts on the floor. He pulled a condom out of the pocket and strolled back to you as you rolled onto your side and rested your head in your hand.

"Just one?" You arched an eyebrow at him. 

He unraveled the strip and waved them at you, his insufferable smirk returning. "Think this is enough?"

"Let's find out."

You opened one package, rolled the condom on and pulled Sebastian back onto the bed, falling onto your back and wrapping your legs around his waist as he moved closer. 

He took one of your hands in his, and with his other hand he lined up to push inside you. The feel of him entering you was exquisite. The two of you moved against each other slowly and deliberately, short and soft kisses punctuated by heated breaths and sighs. 

"Gonna take care of you," he said, his thrusts picking up speed as your hips rose to meet his.

"Make me come, make me come for you, gonna be your good girl."

"My girl. Gonna keep you in this bed all day."

"You promised."

"Yes, babygirl, I promised."

You looked up into his eyes, as blue as that tropical ocean outside your door, and then that wave crashed over you and you dragged him over with you.

This was the best vacation ever.

* All day, in bed and out of bed, the rest of the condoms were used, and your phones lay untouched in your hotel room collecting texts from your friends.

'Are you okay? You missed breakfast.'

'Hey man, you missed the gym.'

'Is Sebastian with you?'

'We're all going to the beach. See you there?'

'Girl, you better spill.'

As the late afternoon sun drifted through your open window, you giggled as you scrolled through all the messages on your phone while Sebastian sat next to you, leaning against the headboard. The last message made you pause.

'So is this a vacation fling? Or is this A Thing now?'

Sebastian's eyes flicked down to your phone and read the message. Sensing your hesitation, he pressed a kiss to your temple, took the phone out of your hands and typed a response. You watched, a slow smile crossing your face.

'This is definitely A Thing.'

#sebastian stan smut #hbc drabble #quoting shakespeare fic #sebastian stan x reader

[omgshewrites]

Rough Day

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k (supposed to be a short drabble but I got carried away lol)

Warnings: SMUT, tons of it. Please don’t read this if you’re sensitive or if you’re under 18. nsfw under the cut.

A/N: Reposting this because aparently Tumblr hates my guts and the original post is broken!

Hey, this is just a little one shot that I created based and inspired on the HBC week of kinks by @the-ss-horniest-book-club (which had my whole body shAKING) specifically on these posts:

Thighs

Arms

Leather

The Daddy Look

This is the first thing I write in months and I’m really happy with the final work, I hope you enjoy reading this as much I enjoyed writing it!  Also please remember, english isn’t my mother language so if you find any grammar mistakes please let me know.

Feedback and requests are always apreciated  ♡

The cold of the night was mortifying, the freezing breeze slipped through the layers of clothes feeling like a thousand needles pinching on the skin, and although Sebastian was well dressed for cold weather -jeans, and a dark sweater under a heavy motorcycle jacket- he could feel the burning sensation on his cheeks, on his hands when he ruffled with the keys of his house, cold fingers managed to open the door, warmth welcomed him.

He took off the jacket and boots, the sweet cinnamon smell of your favourite candle let him know that you were close, calling out your nickname he made his way down the hall.

“Right here, on the couch”

Following your voice he found you sitting cross legged -an oversized knitted sweater, fuzzy socks, and a frown were your outfit- laptop open with a blank document in front of you.

“Hey babe” he said leaning over to give you a peck on the lips. A weak smile formed on your lips when he sat down next to you “Rough day?” he asked and you nodded

You sighed and closed the laptop, placing it on the coffee table, beside it a bottle of wine.

“The universe has aligned to make this the shittiest day ever” handing him the bottle and an opener she said “Please, do the honors”

He smiled and opened the wine quickly, he poured the liquid into the glasses and raised his to make a toast.

“To the shittiest day ever” he said and you clicked your glasses to take a long sip.

Humming when you felt the sweet yet bold taste in your mouth, eyes closing when you took another sip. Sebastian tried not to smile when he noticed your mood switch; wine was your both your poison and medicine.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, an arm reaching out to rest behind your back, his digits tracing patterns on your skin as his thumb applied a little pressure to the hardened muscles of your exposed shoulder.

A groan in response and another sip.

“My coworker took the whole week off because her kid is sick, and she asked if I could cover her up at work so I did, I mean, I couldn’t say no right?” you asked, not really expecting an answer, he took a sip of wine “And I know she is going to make it up for me baking me brownies or something like that but now I have a shitload of work to do” you threw your head back to swallow that remaining wine on the now empty glass, Sebastian refilling it without being told as you continued, such a good boy. “But what’s worst, I have zero inspiration to start writing which makes me so. fucking. frustrated.”

You moved your head in circle motions to try relieve some of the tension, eyes snapped open when you felt the soft caress of his fingers on your nape.

Sebastian was looking at you carefully, eyes scanning your face, staying a focused for a second longer on your lips.

“Look, I know this sucks” he said “But I think you're drowning in a glass of water” another frown formed on your face quickly softened by his hand traveling to your jaw, and then the tip of his fingers grazed your collarbones “You are stressed and that is making you see things ten time worse as they really are” Narrowing your eyes you drank your wine “You always freak out because you say you have no inspiration and you often feel like shit about it but somehow you always manage to transform all that frustration in some good ass work and next thing I know is that I have my girlfriend typing furiously on her laptop at three am” He said the last thing with a smile on his face, you tried so hard not to smile at him, pursed lips and the roll of your eyes as you took a final sip of your wine and placed the glass on the table, he did the same.

“(y/n)” He called you taking your hand in his to bring it up to his mouth, placing a kiss on each knuckle “I’m not saying that you shouldn’t be stressed but hun, you’re damned talented and I know you can manage all this”

His eyes locked with yours the whole time, his body now leaning closer and suddenly you felt your body relaxing, not quite sure if it was because of the wine, the warmth that his body emanated, or the masculine smell of his cologne. He licked his lips before placing a kiss to the sweet spot of your neck and then he whispered on your ear “Let me make you feel better”

He leaned back a little and tilted his head to the side to see your face, your teeth digging on your bottom lip as you brought your hand to his face, caressing his strong jaw and scratching his beard with your nails, he tried not to moan; he loved when you did that, instead he placed both hands on your waist and in a simple swift he had you sitting on his lap.

“Ya’ know, I can give you something to write about”

He said and then he crashed his lips on yours.

Between light tender touches and soft licks a smile was shared, his hands now wandering your thighs, yours nipping his hair; he liked that too. Your lower lip bitten and then your moan dying in his mouth, getting support from his strong shoulders you changed your position from sitting on his right thigh to straddling it. Hands on his chest pushing him onto the couch, breaking the kiss just to grind your hips against his jeans, a hot wave of arousal pooling on your belly, your hands traveled down to the hem of the sweater to took it off, throwing it somewhere else on the floor.

Eyes now locked with his, dilated pupils left just a thin circle of the blue of his eyes, another buck of your hips and now a cocky smile tugging on the corner of his lip, big hands found your hips and he helped you to find a steady rhythm.

“Yeah baby that’s it” he said and you smiled  “Riding my thigh and getting all wet for me” your smile grew bigger.

“Too much clothes” you said slipping your hands under his shirt, he chuckled and wasted no time in taking it off

Fingers traveling from shoulders to chest, soft caresses against hard muscle, dipping your nails on his back enough to be painful and pleasurable at the same time, he moaned, his leg moving upwards gave you a particular good stroke, breathing getting stuck on your throat and he noticed, he always does.

The movement was repeated, his hands now loose on your hips, letting you chase your orgasm by yourself. He leaned in to place kisses on your neck, a hand now on your back holding your torso still, lips around your nipple, his beard rough against the soft skin of your breasts, placing a kiss to the middle of your chest before giving attention to the other bud.

You were close, so close you could feel yourself clenching around nothing itself. His other hand took one of yours and he leaded it to his bulge, big and hard and noticeable painful against his jeans.

“After you come like this” He said while nibbling on the skin of your neck, you unzipped his pants, palming him now through his black boxers “I’m going to take you to the bed and remind you who you belong to”

His words sinful and your moan was loud, god, this man knew every single one of your weakness, every part of your body, he read you like a book and treat you like a goddess.

You didn’t had a steady rhythm anymore, you were just grinding against him without a pattern, gasping for air and chasing your release.

A white hot feeling ran through your body and an animalistic groan left your throat, hips shaking, trying to prolong your climax

Once you were done you snapped your eyes opened finding in front of you a very amused Sebastian, he held you firmly by the waist as he stood up, your ankles knotted on his back and face hidden on his neck, he carried you to the bedroom, once there you placed your foot on the floor but your face remained on his neck, plump lips planting wet kisses to his jaw, traveling down his chest and then his abs, a low groan when you dropped to your knees.

Jeans and boxers discarded, one hand stroking his length the other one on the back of your head gently guiding you.

Mouth opened your tongue darted out and licked the slit, another groan, another lick and a few kisses to the head.

“Babygirl..” he warned you and you knew he was done playing games.

A little smile before taking half of his cock in your mouth, slowly fitting more until his pelvis was against your nose.

Mouth full of him, he felt heavy, velvety and veiny, you hollow your cheeks and bobbed your head up and down now looking at his face, a combination of concentration and lust showing, almost like he was giving you with stern look. Maybe he was.

Still bobbing your head your tongue applied pressure, his reaction almost instant; legs parted further, a strangled moan and his head thrown back.

“Yeah baby do the tongue thing one more time”

You did as you were told, disappointed when he stepped back, taking his cock away.

“I would love to come on those pretty tits but I have other plans” He said offering you a hand to stand up that you gladly accepted. “What do you think about a massage, huh?”

A smile brightening your face, you climbed on the bed and laid on your stomach, eyes closed against the pillow, the mattress dipping with his weigh and suddenly he was on top of you, knees balancing his body on top of yours.

His hands were warm and soft, massaging down your tense muscles, undoing the knots that stress had planted.

You breathed deeply when you felt his cock resting on your butt, but the pressure of his thumbs on your shoulders made you arch your back and now the tip of it was pushing into your entrance, a moan from both of you.

Sebastian leaned down to place a sweet kiss on your shoulder, a sniff of your smell and a good grip of your hips before burying himself deep inside of you.

Your fingers tangled on the sheets as he thrusted back and forth, slow and deep and you could bet he was looking down your ass at his dick disappearing into you, coming out glistening with your juices.

The mere thought of this made you moan, the snap of his hips getting quicker now, the exquisite roze of the duvet against your clit, the feeling of him taking you like this, of you being at his mercy, of him giving you all he got.

Unfinished words got lost on the cushion, soon enough you were cumming and he was biting your shoulder, grunting to your ear.

When he pulled out you whined, the lost of him being inside you made you feel empty.

Turning around you met his face, eyes now scanning your body, nipples hard and pink, abused skin started to show different shades of purple, lovebites forming on your chest and on your neck.

When his eyes finally met your pussy his adam apple bobbed up and down and he returned his gaze to your face, an innocent smile greeting him.

He leaned down, a searing kiss before he was inside you once more, hands on his back caressing and scratching as your tongue traced his neck. One of his hands holding your waist and the other one keeping your legs open.

He wasn’t being nice and soft anymore, now he had established a frenzy peace and all he could pay attention to was you. The way your boobs bounced, the slurting sounds, the way your lips perfectly shaped an O, those sweet moans leaving your mouth, or the look on your eyes, he was going to cum in any second if you kept looking at him like that.

A groan, now his hands tangled in your hair, wet, hot kisses everywhere and the burning feeling on your lower tummy long forgotten, your hole body burned now.

“Seb..” was all you managed to say between moans.

“I know baby, wait for me” he said to your ear and then placed a kiss below it.

He couldn’t get enough of you, feeling the need of your warmness, the softness of your silky walls, everytime he pulled out he wanted more.

His hips snapping fast against your own, bulky arms around you tensed when he leaned back to look at you.

“Cum for me (y/n)” voice deep like a grunt.

All the words you needed for you to stop holding back your orgasm, a strangled moan left your mouth, feet behind his back pushing him deeper, if that was even possible.

He enjoyed all of this before the final buck of his hips had him groaning low against your neck.

He stayed still inside of you, the incredibly sensation of your clenching walls around his sensitive cock.

Your blessed expression meeting his eyes, heavy lids and a pleased smile, a grin in return.

Sebastian placed behind you, arms around you again as he cuddled you, soft kisses on the crown of your head, a hand seeping to grab your boob, you chuckled before closing your eyes, immersing yourself into sleep.

#Sebastian Stan #hbc week of kinks #hbc book club #hbc drabble #sebastian fucking stan #sebastian stan smut

[jewels2876]

Shit

Day Three of the HBC Lucky Charms - today’s prompt is Lucky Number and is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club​

Chris Evans x female reader

Word count: 303

Rating: PG for mild swearing

“Stay tuned for Sports after these messages.” 

Chris watched you in amusement as you shuffled through everything in front of you. “Did you remember to include your lucky number?” he couldn’t help teasing.

You shot him a withering glare. “Yes, all of them.”

A look of confusion crossed his face. “All of them?” He took a seat next to you on the couch and picked up one of the lottery tickets.

“My birthday month and date, your’s, Zoey’s, my mom’s, even Steven’s! This time I subbed my dad for my mom.” You shoved a couple more tickets in his hands to compare to the numbers you had written down. The two of you quietly worked through the massive pile; a report of Tom Brady came on and Chris abandoned them instantly.

“Oh shit,” you breathed. “Shit!”

“What? Did we win?” Chris’s attention was riveted right back to you as you bounced on the couch excitedly.

“This one has four out of six, and this one has three plus the POWER BALL!” Chris laughed at your excitement. “Hey there are at least a dozen tickets with just the power ball number alone.”

“So how much did we win?”

You shrugged as you gathered the losing tickets into a large pile. “I’ll find out tomorrow when I turn them in.”

The Next Day

Chris had been called to set for some post-production shots needed when his cellphone buzzed. Ana paused mid-scene, distracted by the sound.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Chris waved as the director yelled cut. “It’s my wife. I’m sure it’s about those damn tickets.”

Ana half-smiled as Chris read the text a couple of times. “Tickets?”

“Holy shit,” he muttered as his fingers flew across his phone. “Lottery tickets,” he raised his gaze to answer Ana, “and she did good.”

“How good?”

“$150,000+ good!”

#hbc lucky charms #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader #the ce hbc #chris evans rpf #rpf #chris evans drabble #chris evans imagine #fluff #chris evans fluff

[jobean12-blog]

The Story of Us

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 1,142

Summary: Bucky is broody muffin unless you’re around- then he’s just a soft muffin of love :)

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club cleanup the archive challenge and the super cute and sweet prompt below from my lovely friend @randomfandompenguin Thank you love! I hope you like this! You know I adore our beefy Bucky! Thank you all for reading and much love always! ❤❤❤ My beautiful divider is by @imerdwarf

Warnings: Soft and sweet fluff, Bucky’s read Henley, some friendly teasing and fun

“Hey Buck, Sam and I are going for a run. Want to join us?” Steve asks.

Bucky looks up from his cereal and shakes his head. “Nah, I don’t feel like going out now. Thanks.”

Steve shrugs and claps him on the back. “See ya later Pal.”

Bucky finishes eating his breakfast and washes the bowl before grabbing his Henley and heading back to his room. He hears the soft padding of feet and immediately knows it’s you, his smile hard to hold back when you round the corner.

“Morning Bucky!” you chime, smiling brightly and brushing your hand over his arm. He doesn’t flinch or pull back and you’re grateful for it. In the time since he’s been here you’ve learned that he is ok with a soft touch here or there and you have never pushed for more, letting him lead.

“Hi doll,” he answers sweetly, turning back around and following you. “What are you up to?”

“Well, I started doing some cleaning, so I opened the windows in my room to you know just air it out but then I noticed how beautiful it is, so I decided to go for a walk instead,” you explain with a giggle. “Want to come?”

Bucky pulls his Henley over his head and grabs his hat. “I’d love to!” he says.

The two of you walk out into the warm sunshine and start down the street toward the nearest park. Conversation flows easily and you’re just about to finish your latest funny story when your shoe gets caught in one of the metal grates on the street and you start to fall forward with a screech.

Bucky’s metal hand reaches out and grabs yours, easily stopping your fall and gently pulling you upright again.

“Woah! You ok there doll face?” he asks, giving you a squeeze.

You let out a shaky breath. “Yea, I think so! Thanks for saving me! That isn’t the first time I’ve tripped over those things!” you tell him.

“No problem,” he replies, giving you a moment to gather yourself.

When you start walking again neither of your release your hands and you can’t help but feel the butterflies start to flutter in your stomach.

Bucky looks down between your bodies at your entwined fingers and when you catch him you brush your thumb over his. His lopsided grin makes the heat rise in your cheeks.

“Now I don’t have to worry about you face planting again,” he teases lightly.

You’re just about to make a snarky remark when you hear yelling. Both you and Bucky turn your heads to see Sam and Steve on the other side of the path, waving and pointing. They jog over and Bucky rolls his eyes.

“I thought you weren’t feeling like a run, Buck,” Steve chides playfully, Sam standing beside him with a goofy grin.

“Do I look like I’m running punk?” Bucky questions plainly, clearly not in the mood for them. “I’m enjoying a walk in this beautiful weather.”

Sam zeroes in on your clasped hands and mumbles something under this breath. Bucky shoots him a death glare and starts pulling you away.

“Alright, well have a nice walk. See you guys later,” Steve says, elbowing Sam so he starts running again.

When you get back to the compound you reluctantly leave Bucky’s company to go finish cleaning, but you promise to come find him later.

He makes a sandwich and grabs his book, sitting in the quiet common room to read. Nat, Clint and Wanda come in shortly after, bickering over what to have for lunch. They all greet Bucky, and he looks up with a wave.

“Do you want something to eat Bucky?” Wanda asks. “I’m making Paprikash.”

“I already ate thanks,” he answers and gets up.

“Well, there will be plenty of leftovers if you want,” Wanda shouts at his retreating form.

On the way back to his room Bucky considers stopping by to see how you’re cleaning is going but he decides to shower first. Afterwards he walks down the hall and lightly knocks. Waiting a minute, he still doesn’t hear anything and figures you aren’t in there, so he goes back to the kitchen.

Wanda, Nat and Clint are still there cleaning up from lunch.

“We’re going to play Pictionary when Steve and Sam get back. You should join us,” Nat says, looking at Bucky.

For a second it looks like he might agree to it but then he scrunches up his nose.

“I think I’ll sit this one out,” he says, settling on a chair at the far end of the room.

Nat doesn’t push and grabs her phone. “Watch this guys,” she whispers to Wanda and Clint with a sly smirk.

A few minutes later you burst into the room.

“Where are Steve and Sam?! I want to play!” you nearly shout.

You feel a pair of eyes on you and look over at Bucky. You go to him and sit on the edge of his chair.

“HI! I was hoping I would catch you in here. I went by your room just before but clearly you weren’t there,” you giggle.

“I did the same thing about a half hour ago,” he admits shyly.

“I must have been in the shower!” you explain as you tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

It takes you both a moment to notice that all the chatter in the room has stopped and it’s strangely quiet. You glance over at Nat, Clint and Wanda, now joined by Steve and Sam and raise your brows. They are all staring and smiling.

“Who’s ready to play Pictionary!” Steve finally yells, breaking the silence.

“Want to play Buck?” you ask hopefully. “We can be teammates!”

He stands and reaches for your hand. “I would love that.”

You all pile onto the couches by the coffee table and Bucky pulls you down next to him, his arm falling over your shoulder. When you suddenly sit up you can see the worry etched across his features and you quickly reassure him.

“I just want to go grab my sweater. It’s always so cold in here,” you explain with a soft smile.

Bucky nods but then stops you.

“You could just take my Henley if you want?” he asks in a whisper. “I definitely don’t need it.”

“Yes please!” you tell him excitedly.

He stands and pulls it off, helping you get it over your head before you both sit down again.

You snuggle into his Henley and then under his arm as the two of you continue to talk while Steve sets up the game.

Sam leans Steve’s way, not bothering to keep his voice quiet when he says, “I can’t wait until the wedding when I can tell everyone what a broody bastard he was until she came along.”

@addikted-2-dopamine @bugsbucky @book-dragon-13​ @drabblewithfrannybarnes @eurynome827 @fxckbuckyscoming @hiddles-rose​ @jhangelface0523 @jewels2876​ @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123 @loricameback​ @lizette50 @lookiamtrying @marvelgirl7​ @nano--raptor​ @pinkdiamond1016​ @cherryblossomskye @tuiccim @whatrambles @white-wolf1940

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[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: Birthday Fantasy

Hope you are all well this Sunday (or Monday depending on where you are located). Today I have an implied foursome for you.. implied because I don't have the energy to get smutty with it right now. Especially with multiple partners, which is the Kinktober Bingo square I used for this drabble for @the-horniest-book-club

I've always wanted to write something with Steve, Sam and Bucky in a foursome... but that's a lot of body parts to keep track of and well... sometimes it's better left the imagination. 😉

Thanks to @nomadicpixel for the added encouragement.

Title: Birthday Fantasy

Pairing: Steve Rogers x female reader, Sam Wilson x female reader, Bucky Barnes x reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: suggestive

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

Usage Disclaimer: This work is for fans only. This author does not give permission for it to be shared, spoken of, referred to in any public manner (podcast, tv, online, etc.) that wants to either make a celebrity uncomfortable, mock fan fiction/fandom in any way, or the author themselves. Requests can be made, but it is unlikely the author will change their mind. If no response is given to a request then the answer is a solid no, not interested and the work cannot be shared, spoken of or even referred to, regardless of the manner or context. 

"We want you to come back to our room with us."

You looked up at Steve who looked deadly in his well-tailored suit then let your eyes drift to either side of him, where his best friends Bucky and Sam stood in similar outfits.

"Me?" you questioned in disbelief.

New to the city, you'd gone out to spend your birthday at a club, not wanting to spend it alone. Somehow, and you still weren't sure how exactly, you'd been invited up to the VIP section. That's where you'd met Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson, three ex-military millionaires who had invited you to their table.

The four of you had spent the last two hours talking and getting to know each other. There had been a little bit of flirting and teasing, but none of them had ever made you feel uncomfortable. And your gut said they were good guys.

"Let us make your birthday one to truly remember," Sam said, a smile spreading across his face.

You chewed on your lower lip as you looked at each man again. You'd never been with more than one man before, but it had been a fantasy of yours for a long time. A fantasy that you had never imagined ever being fulfilled.

"We'll take care of you," Bucky said as he held out his hand to you.

You looked at them each one more time before you grabbed your handbag and then took Bucky's hand, allowing him to help you from your seat.

For safety reasons, the four of you took three separate cars to the hotel, Steve and Sam in their own cars and you with Bucky.

"Do you guys do this often?" you asked Bucky.

"No, we've never shared a woman before," Bucky admitted as he held your hand on his thigh. "I know that sounds like a line. But I swear it isn't."

"Why me then?" you asked him.

Bucky was quiet for a minute or so before he finally answered, "We all knew the second you walked into the club. That has never happened before. We all have very different tastes in women. You're the first one who has ever attracted us all."

"I'm nothing -" you started to say, but Bucky's finger to your lips silenced you.

"You are special," he said in a soft, but firm tone. "And tonight is about celebrating you. We'll only do what you want to do and nothing more."

"What if I just wanted to lay on the bed with the three of you?" you teased. "Fully clothed."

"Then we'd lay on the bed fully clothed," Bucky replied with a shrug. "You're in control. Don't forget that."

You and Bucky were the first to arrive at the hotel and he took you up to the penthouse suite that overlooked the city below. He humored you by giving you a tour of the ridiculously large accommodations that the three had booked for their trip.

"If you're all millionaires, why are you sharing one suite?" you asked him.

"It's cheaper this way," Bucky replied. "Plus it means we can get drunk playing poker and don't have to leave the suite to go to our rooms."

"I imagine it's less lonely that way too," you observed.

Bucky gave you a warm smile and said, "I'm sure by your next birthday you'll have some new friends in the city to have a party with."

You crossed your fingers and smiled before asking, "Where are Steve and Sam?"

"They'll be here soon," Bucky replied. "They had to run a couple errands."

The "errands" it turned out were to pick up a cake and some presents, all of which turned out to be from an upscale sex shop.

"You're in control." Bucky's words replayed in your head as you watched the three men enjoy the cake, especially Sam as he cleaned his fork with his tongue, not leaving a single speck of frosting on it.

Pushing back your chair, you stood up, causing all three men to look up at you. You looked at each of them in turn and then you turned around, letting them watch from behind as you pulled the zipping down on your dress.

No one spoke as you slipped your arms from the sleeves and the dress fluttered to the ground.

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[itsjustmelainey]

Here To Help

Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Female Reader

Summary: Your super baby is so heavy that you’re uncomfortable, fortunately Bucky might have found the solution to help you.

Warnings: Pregnant!Reader, discomfort, soft!bucky.

Words: 466

Author’s Notes: This is written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club and my prompt was: “The reader is pregnant and Bucky sees this thing on tiktok where partners stand behind and gently lift the pregnant belly to take the weight off.” Thank you very much for the prompt!

Your belly felt extremely heavy. What, with being close to 7 months pregnant and all it was to be expected. But you were carrying a super baby that seemed to be heavier than a normal baby, or at least from what you found out from the other mothers-to-be and as the baby grew bigger, the heavier your stomach felt and the more pressure it put on your legs and back. Sometimes it felt like you were carrying a Boulder around.

To see you in such discomfort made Bucky feel guilty. He wished there was a way he could carry it sometimes just to give you a break and he tried a lot of things to try and make you comfortable; hot baths, extra pillows, a pregnancy pillow, using his hand as a stress ball. Nothing seemed to work. He wasn’t ready to throw in the towel just yet though. After Sam had introduced Bucky to tiktok, he’s become somewhat addicted to the app. Looking up videos of funny animals, life hacks and since your pregnancy announcement - pregnancy tips and tricks. There was one video he watched that seemed to work, noting the sigh of relief on the woman’s face and the tension leaving their shoulders. He was positive this might work, and he was willing to try anything just to give you some relief.

Bucky found you standing over the kitchen sink, slowly washing up the few dishes that you had insisted on doing. Your tank top was stretched across your belly, and your shorts hanging low on your hips. With your stomach being so tender and stretched, having any item of clothing over it was so uncomfortable. Bucky stood behind you, his chest flush with your back and his hands resting atop of your bump. He kisses your neck gently and whispers sweet things in your ear, reminding you of how much he loves and cherishes you.

“I love you.” He says, rubbing your belly in small circles. You sigh and smile tiredly.

“I love you too.”

“You’re so great you know that? I know it’s not easy, I want to help in any way that I can.” He says, still kissing and whispering. His hands drop lower so they are under your belly, he can feel the baby moving slightly as he very gently lifts the whole bump up with his hands.

You immediately relax, throwing your head back against his shoulder and for once since the baby started to grow, the huge feeling of relief washes over you.

“Thank you.” You whisper, closing your eyes. He bums, kissing your hair and holding the two of you close to him.

Finally, Bucky has found something that works a treat. He will do this for as long and as often as you need him to, to give you a few minutes break from the weight.

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[the-horniest-book-club]

HBC Event: Summer Send Off

Welcome to the HBC’s first official event, Summer Send Off, which will run from August 22 through August 28, 2022.

You have the next week to write a drabble, create a moodboard, etc. for any of the prompts listed below.

Rules For Our Events:

You do not need to reserve a prompt or tell us which prompt you’re using.

You can write/create for as many or as few as you’d like, and there is no word minimum or maximum.

Smut/Fluff/Angst/any combo accepted, please adhere to HBC Guidelines.

You can use any 18+ MCU character and/or an 18+ character from an MCU actor (no RPFs)

To get on the masterlist, DM the link to your creations to the HBC - All Links received within 24 hours of the time frame ending will be added to the masterlist.

Use #HBC Summer Send Off on your works!

EVERYONE is welcome to participate!

The overall theme of this event is things you do in the summer time. You can use one of our prompts listed below and/or come up with your own!

Prompts:

Going to the beach/lake

Pool party

Backyard BBQ

Summer Wedding

Water balloon fight

Road Trip

Back to school shopping

Baseball game

Dealing with a sunburn

Trying to beat the heat

Watching fireworks

Playing volleyball/water volleyball

Drive in movies

Tan lines

Sunglasses

Catching fireflies

Camping/glamping

S'mores

Girl's night out

Mini golf

Going to a cabin

Bonfires

Love, The Thirsty Librarians of the HBC  📚

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[aydinmaiden]

A Glistening Surprise

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: It’s your first time being with Bucky, the dreamy super soldier you’ve been pining over. He reminds you he’s a man and not a boy.

Word count: 458

Warnings: Implied smut, talks of shaving and body hair. My writing. 18+ only please ❤️

Author’s Notes: This is based off a prompt @the-ss-horniest-book-club gave to me, I couldn’t stop giggling at the prompt and had to write it! That being said, I have never written and this is very new to me but it was so much fun! Thank you guys for being awesome and supportive! ❤️ please enjoy and I welcome criticism on how to improve!

Who knew that a year on you and Bucky would be in the position you were now; kissing each other passionately and his hands roaming all over your body, eager to feel every single inch of you. Your fingers run through his hair and tug his shorter hair, emitting a growl from the man you’ve been wanting for the past year. All it took was one boring steamy movie and a cuddle session for both of you to make the move you’ve been waiting and dreaming for.

“Doll, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” He pants in your ear as he leaves wet kisses down your neck. His hand snaking under your shirt to cup your breasts, earning him a moan.

“Not as long as I’ve waited.” You sigh, arching your chest into him.

A low chuckle rumbles from Bucky as he removes his hand and hovers above you. He continues to kiss every inch of skin he sees, his fingers tearing open your nightshirt causing your buttons to fly everywhere in his room. Your gasp catches in your throat when you feel Bucky fumbling with the waistband on your panties and you then remember something important.

“Bucky, wait!” You sit up in a panic, reaching out to him. He stops immediately and looks worried.

“What’s wrong doll? I’m sorry, I just–”

“No, no! It’s okay, it’s just we can’t have sex! I haven’t shaved yet.” Your confession leaves you biting your lip. You didn’t expect it to happen tonight, you didn’t expect it to happen at all.

You fear he might get annoyed and leave you like this; embarrassed and making yourself question why you said that. Or fear he might tell you to get the hell out of his room. But the next words to leave his mouth leaves you speechless.

“Hey, doll I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m a man, not a boy. Therefore I couldn’t care less if you’re bald or if you have the Amazon rainforest in your panties. I want you and I want to show you how much I love you. Is that okay?” His hand comes up to stroke your cheek and his actions eases your anxiety.

“Are you sure?” You ask, putting your hand over his and then lacing your fingers together.

“I’m more than sure. With me you don’t ever have to worry about that okay? I’ll love you no matter what and besides, I like the idea of a surprise.” He winks, asking if you’re okay to continue and when you give him the nod he’s waiting for, his fingers hook on either side of your panties and pulls them down slowly, growling at the glistening wetness that’s waiting for him.

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[margowrites]

Dream on Me

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You have zero filter when you’re intoxicated and you stammer out your thirsty nicknames for the man you have a deep crush on. When you don’t remember the next morning, he does.

Word count: 1,208

Author’s Notes: Hello! This was an extremely fun prompt to write and I loved every second of it! Thank you so very much @the-ss-horniest-book-club for giving me this prompt! I hope I did it justice! ❤️

Warnings: flirting, pet names (daddy, sergeant, sir, princess, doll) tension, alcohol consumption, intoxicated reader, embarrassed reader, cocky!bucky, Bucky is such a darn tease. I don’t think there’s any language (go me!) but if I have missed a warning please do let me know.

A successful mission that knocked the wind out of everyone seemed a good enough reason to relax and celebrate, at least according to Tony. Fortunately, you and everyone agreed since it had been quite a few months since you were able to let loose and relax with your closest friends. It was also a rare sight to see everyone with a smile on their face and looking so carefree and having pleasant conversations that didn’t involve missions and hydra.

You were sitting on the floor with your back against the couch, a glass of something in your hand and you were laughing hard at a joke Sam just told. Wanda was giggling next to you as she sipped her wine, her red hair falling over her shoulders and a smile that reached her eyes.

It was halfway through the evening when your favourite super soldier walked in with his hands in his front pockets. His Henley that accentuated his chiselled chest had you subconsciously licking your lips.

“Oh hey!” You slurred, wondering why he was swaying back and forth. Or was that the alcohol you had consumed? “Sex on legs has arrived! Hi Mister.” You teased, biting your bottom lip and sending him a wink. Bucky stood there shocked, blinking and staring at you before he chuckled and shook his head.

“She’s drunk.” Natasha told him with a smirk.

“Pssssh don’t be silly! I’m nooot drunk.” You giggled. “I wouldn’t mind if he tied me to his bed and demanded that I call him sir or sergeant.” You hummed to Wanda, not fully realising what just spilled from your lips. Maybe this was one of the reasons why Tony always reminded you the morning after that you needed a filter over your mouth.

Your crush on Bucky was painfully obvious. You always smothered him in compliments, flirty comments, hugs that lasted more than necessary. The whole team knew from day one,

even Bucky knew about it. The feeling was mutual as he too showered you with compliments and he would buy you a bouquet of flowers for no particular reason. It was almost like you were dating without the labels. Your usual self was taken over by your boldness and even the 6ft super soldier didn’t know where to look or what he should do.

“Come on, doll. Time for bed.” Through the blood beating in your ears, you heard him say. He gently grabs the half filled glass out of your hand and puts it on the table next to Wanda and gently pulls you to your feet. You giggle when you stumble into him, and hold onto his broad shoulders to steady yourself.

“Oh my, Mr Barnes! I could straddle these easily.”

Bucky chokes on his spit, ignoring the hushed giggles around the two of you. “Can you walk?” He asks as he steadies you back on your feet.

You laugh, moving your hands from his shoulders to his waist and shake your head.

“Can I ride you instead, sir?” Your comment has Tony shaking his head like a disappointed father. A smirk plastered on Sam and Nat’s faces.

“Doll, come on.” His arm goes under your legs and he carries you bridal style back to your room. Your finger wraps around the loose strands that fell out of his hair tie, and you gently stroke his beard.

“You’re so handsome daddy.” You mutter, gliding your fingers across his cheek and pulling his bottom lip down.

“Behave yourself, doll.” He teases, grinning and tightening his hold on you. Luckily your room isn’t that far, and he has no problem getting your door open and you inside.

Bucky gently lays you down on your bed. You groan slightly when you bounce, all the alcohol finally catching up to you and making you feel really nauseous.

“You gonna undress me?” You hiccup, your fingers already playing with the waistband of your pants.

“No, no!” Bucky hurries over to you and grabs your hands. “Wanda or Nat will come in soon and change you.” He tells you, kissing your forehead and leaving a bucket next to your bed. You’re close to passing out when you hear him say, “Good night, doll face.”

“G’night Sergeant.” No more than a few seconds after the words whisper out of your mouth, the room is black and you’ve fallen into a deep slumber. Bucky watches you from the doorway for a few seconds with a sly smirk on his face, wondering how much of this you’ll remember tomorrow, if anything at all.

***

The next morning, you’re surprised you’re not feeling worse than you do. There’s a slight ache in your head but other than that you’re feeling okay, apart from feeling hungry.

You head to the kitchen in search of some food. Bucky is already there, sitting on a stool spooning mouthfuls of cereal in his mouth.

“Good morning Buck!” You greet with a smile, sitting next to him. He has an odd look about him today, something about him seems… off.

“G’mornin’ doll. Sleep well?” The cereal crunches over his words and you nod.

“Like a baby.” You sigh, reaching for the cereal only to have Bucky stop you.

“Ah, ah, ah! Let daddy do it for you princess.” Bucky smirks and your eyes widen.

Did he seriously just say that? Where is this coming from?

“Daddy?” You question.

“Yes doll face?”

You shake your head and a breathy laugh comes out.

“Why are you using that word, Bucky?” You turn to face him. He’s biting back a grin before he answers.

“Oh sorry doll! Would you rather sir or sergeant?”

Your cheeks feel as though they are on fire. You just realised he’s said you have kinks for, ones you’ve only told Nat and Wanda about. So how did Bucky find out about them? Did the girls tell him? Or did… no. Oh no.

“What- what- what…”

“Tell me honestly, doll. Would you like to straddle my shoulders and then have me tie you to my bed and tell you to call me ‘sergeant’?”

What the hell happened last night?

“How did you KNOW about that?” You asked shocked, standing up and stumbling over your feet as you walked backwards until you felt the unit behind you. Bucky was closing in on you, his footsteps slow and precise.

“You told me last night as I walked you to your room, doll.”

Your heart drops into your stomach, how could you reveal such a thing and to the man you’ve been thinking about?

“Oh my god Buck I am so so sorry! I will never drink again.” You hide your face behind your hands, Bucky pulls them away and kisses your forehead.

“Nothing to be sorry about, I never would have known about your dirty little secret and never would have been able to make them come true.” His knuckle gently caresses your cheek. “Only if that’s what you want, of course. I’m not the type of guy to force you into anything you’re not serious about. We can forget this ever-”

“No!” You interrupt, your eyes moving from his eyes to his plump kissable lips. “No, I want this and I want you, more than anything else in the world.”

“I’m all yours, doll.”

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[eurynome827]

Quoting Shakespeare

A Drabble for the HBC!

BY CLICKING THE READ MORE LINK YOU AGREE THAT YOU ARE 18+

Inspired by @cchellacat (thank you for looking this over and your always kind words!) @buckmesideways22 and @book-dragon-13 and our discussion on this post:

By @sebastivnstan and @codename-widow

18+ for alcohol consumption, dirty talk, and excessive longing 😏

"I can't believe you've never heard of this," you said, shaking your head as you pulled the text of the poster up on Google. "If you cannot understand my argument, and declare ``It's Greek to me'', you are quoting Shakespeare; if you claim to be more sinned against than sinning, you are quoting Shakespeare;"

You continued to read aloud until Sebastian took your phone and finished reading the text himself silently as you finished off the last of your margarita. Looking around at the rest of your friends, you grinned as your buzz began to settle nicely around your edges. The six of you had been friends since college, stayed close, and made it a priority to take an annual trip together. Somewhere warm with lots of activities and cocktails was the norm, and this year was no exception. 

Your four friends were coupled off, so explaining this trip to significant others was usually difficult and annoying for you and Sebastian. This time both of you were single. No clingy girlfriend calling him all day wondering what was going on, and no aggravating boyfriend freezing you out until he decided to be angry you hadn't tried hard enough to contact him.

Single this year, and really feeling it. It was the only explanation for how your decades old crush on Sebastian had resurfaced with a vengeance. 

The fact that he'd been flirting with you incessantly wasn't helping either.

"I remember this now, I have seen it," he grinned at you, handing your phone back.

"It's cute, right? You don't realize the impact he had on our language until it's laid out like that."

"It's not as cute as the quote you've been throwing at me since college."

You raised an eyebrow at him with a smirk. "A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours."

His eyes focused on your mouth for a second (were you imagining that?) before flitting up to meet yours. "A bird of your tongue..."

His words trailed off but the eye contact remained until you looked away, catching your breath. You needed another drink. This was getting overwhelming.

"Beatrice and Benedick, it took them a long time to get their act together!" You chirped out, desperate to move on from that moment between the two of you. Before he could answer, your friends started calling for another round. 

"I'm heading to bed, guys," Sebastian rose from his chair and waved away their protests. "You want me to walk you to your room?"

He held out a hand to you, but you remained seated, trying to answer him without letting your voice shake. "I'll stay for another drink, thanks though!"

If he was disappointed he hid it well. He called out goodbyes to all and left without another glance at you. Maybe you were reading this wrong. Letting your brain run away from you, you barely noticed pounding two more margaritas. By then your two couple friends were canoodling and heading to their rooms. Waves and goodnights were exchanged and you found yourself wandering back to your room through the resort courtyard. 

The heavy perfumes of the tropical flowers that were draped along the balconies hung in the air, lit by moonlight and low lamplight. You were lost in your tipsy thoughts until you noticed that Sebastian was out on his balcony. You ducked behind a column before he saw you, and studied him. He was painfully beautiful. Always had been. What was going on with you two this week? He looked pensive, almost annoyed. Had he hoped you would go back with him tonight, or were you imagining everything?

A little tequila-soaked inspiration began to take root in your brain, and you crept out from behind the column.

"Romeo, Romeo..."

His face brightened at the sound of your voice and his eyes started scanning for you in the courtyard below him. You moved closer and called again (quietly, you hoped), "Romeo, Romeo," and your face glowed in a smile as he caught sight of you. 

"You got something to say, Juliet?" He teased and suddenly you did. You looked at him, at gorgeous and sexy him, and you had a lot to say.

Boldly stepping just under his balcony, you made a declaration the tequila wasn't going to let you hold back.

"Romeo, Romeo, let me suck your dick."

His eyes almost fell out of his head, and then he threw his head back in that laugh, your favorite laugh, with his eyes squeezed shut and his nose scrunching up on his ridiculously handsome face. You waited below, smirking up at him.

"Babe, are you drunk?"

You shrugged. "A little."

"How many more margaritas did you have?"

"Two....I think."

His face was almost sad again. "Sweetheart, I've been trying to get your attention for a while now, but I can't let you come up here when you're drunk."

"'mmmm not drunk!"

"Did you hear what you just said to me?"

"I'd say it sober!"

"No, you wouldn't," he shook his head at you and you felt your chest tighten. "You're always running away from me."

"I run because I'm stupid. AND I thought it was all in my head. I want you."

He sighed. 

YOU WERE SO STUPID.

"Listen," he began, "I'll make you a deal. Go to your room, drink some water, and get some sleep. I'll come see you in the morning, and see if you even remember this."

"Fine, I'll take that deal!" You put your hands on your hips. "I'm not gonna want to just TALK in the morning, Seb."

"I won't want to just talk, either," his voice dropped a little and your knees got weak. "I'll let you do whatever you want."

"Oh?" You squeaked out.

"If you're still interested in that offer you made, sweetheart." Now he was smirking and you nearly melted into the patio.

"Oh, fuuuuuuuuuuck."

You turned and rushed toward your room, his soft laughter following you. Throwing your door open, you entered and closed and locked it, out of breath. Throwing your clothes off to try and stave off the fire under your skin, you climbed into bed with a water bottle. After drinking all the water, you closed your eyes and willed yourself to pass out but you were too riled up. You couldn't get him out of your head. In desperation you reached a hand between your legs to try and relieve yourself but quit in frustration. Grabbing your phone, you dialed his number and let it ring.

His sleepy voice almost made you groan out loud. "Are you okay?"

"NO."

"What's wrong?"

"You got me all turned on! And you sent me away! AND NOW I CAN'T COME."

"What??"

"You heard me."

He sighed. "Baby. I told you. I'm not gonna take advantage of you."

"This isn't just because I'm drunk. I promise."

"If that's true, then I'll make you come all day tomorrow." You gasped, and he continued. "I won't let you out of bed. But you're gonna be sober and you're gonna remember every moment."

You whimpered. "Okay."

He hesitated. "I don't want you to be mad at me if you change your mind in the morning. I can't risk that."

"I know. You're so good, so good to me always."

Now he made a sound, a sound that made you press your legs together. "I want to make you feel good, so good. I wish you hadn't had so much to drink."

"Me too."

"I wanted you to come with me tonight."

A lump formed in your throat. "I wasn't sure you did." Your words from earlier came back into your head. "It's taken us a long time to get our act together."

He chuckled a little. "Yeah."

"My head is a little clearer now." Your hesitation was returning, but you had so much to say. "You need to know that I meant what I said. I want you. I want to kiss you. I want to feel your lips on my skin and your hands all over me." You listened to his breathing becoming heavier and let your hand wander down your body again. "I want to feel your skin against mine, your beard against my thighs. I want to pull your hair when you make me come with your lips and your tongue." Your heart was racing and listening to him listen to you was getting you closer to release. You kept speaking, your voice getting closer to a whimpering whine. "I want to be on my knees for you."

He moaned in your ear. "Oh, baby, you're making me crazy."

His moan set you off. You panted into the phone as your back arched off the bed. There was a quiet moment.

"Did you just -"

"Yeah," you said breathlessly, but you had one last thing to say, "but I wanna come on your cock in the morning."

He let out a long breath in your ear. "You're killing me."

Finally, you felt yourself drifting off. "Come here in the morning. Don't forget."

"YOU don't forget."

The phone fell from your ear. "Good night."

You closed your eyes tight against the morning sun. Slowly you sat up, nervous that your head would be throbbing, but you actually didn't feel all that terrible. The water must have helped. And the orgasm.

The orgasm. Shit.

What did you do last night? You told yourself not to panic as you used the bathroom, brushed your teeth and wrapped up in the hotel bathrobe. 

He wanted you. You hadn't been imagining it. This was right. He should be here soon.

What if he didn't show up?

You started chugging another bottle of water and jumped at the knock on your door. Struggling to cap the bottle with shaking hands, you unlocked the door and opened it to see Sebastian on the other side, looking a little nervous.

He tilted his head and looked at you softly. "Hey, Juliet."

You looked at your feet, and then back up to meet his eyes with a smile. "Hey, Romeo. You here to take me up on my offer?"

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