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CHRIS EVANS as COLIN SHEA | WHAT’S YOUR NUMBER? (2011)

#colin shea #q

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HBC Lucky Charms: Preview Day - March 10, 2022

Next Thursday is St. Patrick’s Day and you’re invited to join the 4 HBC blogs as we celebrate with the HBC Lucky Charms event.

The event will start this Sunday, February 13 and Saturday, March 19.

The theme is lucky charms aka good luck charms. Each day has a different prompt that you can use however you’d like. As with our other events, you can write a drabble, create a moodboard, etc. for every day or you can just pick and choose, it’s up to you! Just have fun!

Rules For Our Drabbles:

You do not need to reserve a prompt.

You do not need to tell us which prompt you’re writing.

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

You may write for one blog or all four blogs, your level of participation is entirely up to you! Just make sure to send links to the correct blog for the masterlist.

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

To get on the masterlist, DM the link to your drabble(s) to the correct HBC for your chosen character - All Drabble links received in 24 hours will be added to the masterlist.

Use #HBC Lucky Charms on your works!

EVERYONE is welcome to participate!

Lucky Charms Prompts

March 13 - Gold coin

March 14 - Horse shoe

March 15 - Lucky number

March 16 - Rainbow

March 17 - Green

March 18 - Four leaf clover

March 19 - Wild card

Note: all of these prompts were listed on Reader’s Digest’s article about conversation hearts and they’ve all been on the candy at one point or another! Even the weird ones.

Love, The Smutty Librarians of the HBC  📚

@the-ss-horniest-book-club​​​​​

@the-th-horniest-book-club

@the-ce-horniest-book-club

@the-marvel-horniest-book-club

#signal boost #hbc lucky charms

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The serum amplifies everything that is inside, so good becomes great; bad becomes worse. This is why you were chosen. Because a strong man who has known power all his life may lose respect for that power, but a weak man knows the value of strength, and knows compassion. Whatever happens tomorrow, you must promise me one thing. That you will stay who you are, not a perfect soldier, but a good man.

#steve rogers #q

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CHRIS EVANS as COLIN SHEA in What’s Your Number? (2011) dir. Mark Mylod

#colin shea #q

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Always Leave Me Wanting More

This is for the delightful @ohmoonbeam and the Live Once Writing Event - my prompt combo is:

“You always leave me wanting more, I can't shake my hunger for” - Strawberries & Cigarettes, Troye Sivan - Friends With Benefits - Steve Rogers

Warnings: vague smut, naturally, with language/dirty talk - my blogs are 18+ spaces always. I do not give permission for my work to be translated or reposted.

Your bed still smelled like him.

You probably should have changed the sheets, but you couldn't bear to. He'd been tangled in them with you last night, and now when you buried your head in the pillow you smelled him, and it was exquisite torture.

It seemed like a great idea in the beginning. Just to work out some stress after missions, no strings, no feelings - just friends. Steve was a friend. A really good friend...who was really good in bed.

You had no idea if what you felt for Steve was changing. You just knew that now your body ached for him in a way that it hadn't when this first started. Only after missions turned into a couple of nights a week and you always wanted more...and Steve would oblige.

Staring at briefings and dinner - his eyes would meet yours and your skin would heat up under your clothes, electricity running across your skin in all the places he'd marked you as his that no one else would see. When you touched yourself, it was with his name on your lips. You were hungry for more...craved his touch, his kisses, his head between your legs making you cry from overstimulation and then your legs wrapped around his waist as he filled you to the brim.

You thrashed in the bed for a moment, frustrated and on edge. There would be no rest until you had Steve.

With a pretty good idea of where to find him, you wandered down to the gym. The solid sound of fists hitting the bag drifted through the hall and then the sight of him - you nearly moaned out loud. Dripping, his shirt and sweats clinging to him, his back muscles flexing with each punch. You stood in the doorway watching, speechless, until he stopped and took a deep breath, speaking before he turned around to face you.

"Can smell you from here, sweetheart."

By the time he turned around you were smirking, rolling the hem of your shorts between your fingers. "Not my fault you have those super senses."

He chuckled, and starting removing the tape from his knuckles. "So. You're looking for me."

It wasn't a question. "Yes."

Steve raised an eyebrow, his lips curling in a little knowing smile. "I saw you last night."

"I'm feeling tense," you blurted out. "Looks like you are too."

He shrugged, wiping the sweat from his face with a towel and you nearly moaned out loud again - the way his bicep curled as he brought the towel to his face, like when you were on top and he brought his arm up to cup the back of your neck...

When you focused again, you realized that Steve must have been staring at you for a while. He cleared his throat and picked up his gym bag. "Let me shower, sugar. Then I'll be over." He walked up to you and whispered in your ear, "can you be a good girl and be patient for me?"

Your eyes drifted closed as you whimpered and nodded, clenching your thighs together. Steve kissed your cheek before leaving.

Steve showered faster than usual, and you'd only been back in your room for a few minutes before you heard the knock on your door and then he was pulling on your clothes and kissing you senseless.

"Have any idea what you did to me tonight?" His words felt like scolding but his tone was light, his expression between kisses teasing. "Coming into the gym like that, practically dripping for me - you're lucky I didn't take you right there."

"I wouldn't have cared, Steve," you answer honestly, pulling up his shirt. "I just needed you, wanted you."

You fall back on the bed, your head cradled in his hand. "Need and want are dangerous words." He's settling between your legs, his hands pushing your thighs further apart and he's breathing in so deeply with his face so close to you that you wouldn't be surprised if he's taking a bit of your soul into his lungs. "I think I need and want to make you cum on my tongue at least twice before I even consider giving you my cock."

You can't help yourself. "Language, Stevie."

He meets your grin with a twinkle in his eye, licking his lips. "You asked for it. Three times."

"Woe is me," you sass, but your breath is shaken from you with the first stroke of his tongue.

It's another night of sheets twisted around bodies slick with sweat, moans echoing with the sound of skin on skin, tongues speaking secrets into each other's mouths. You're sore and satisfied and staring at Steve as he dozes next to you, his head on that pillow that you know will smell like him tomorrow night and you won't want to change it. Tomorrow you'll be hungry for him again, because now he always leaves you wanting more.

#Reader Thank you #Steve Rogers

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Always Leave Me Wanting More

This is for the delightful @ohmoonbeam and the Live Once Writing Event - my prompt combo is:

“You always leave me wanting more, I can't shake my hunger for” - Strawberries & Cigarettes, Troye Sivan - Friends With Benefits - Steve Rogers

Warnings: vague smut, naturally, with language/dirty talk - my blogs are 18+ spaces always. I do not give permission for my work to be translated or reposted.

Your bed still smelled like him.

You probably should have changed the sheets, but you couldn't bear to. He'd been tangled in them with you last night, and now when you buried your head in the pillow you smelled him, and it was exquisite torture.

It seemed like a great idea in the beginning. Just to work out some stress after missions, no strings, no feelings - just friends. Steve was a friend. A really good friend...who was really good in bed.

You had no idea if what you felt for Steve was changing. You just knew that now your body ached for him in a way that it hadn't when this first started. Only after missions turned into a couple of nights a week and you always wanted more...and Steve would oblige.

Staring at briefings and dinner - his eyes would meet yours and your skin would heat up under your clothes, electricity running across your skin in all the places he'd marked you as his that no one else would see. When you touched yourself, it was with his name on your lips. You were hungry for more...craved his touch, his kisses, his head between your legs making you cry from overstimulation and then your legs wrapped around his waist as he filled you to the brim.

You thrashed in the bed for a moment, frustrated and on edge. There would be no rest until you had Steve.

With a pretty good idea of where to find him, you wandered down to the gym. The solid sound of fists hitting the bag drifted through the hall and then the sight of him - you nearly moaned out loud. Dripping, his shirt and sweats clinging to him, his back muscles flexing with each punch. You stood in the doorway watching, speechless, until he stopped and took a deep breath, speaking before he turned around to face you.

"Can smell you from here, sweetheart."

By the time he turned around you were smirking, rolling the hem of your shorts between your fingers. "Not my fault you have those super senses."

He chuckled, and starting removing the tape from his knuckles. "So. You're looking for me."

It wasn't a question. "Yes."

Steve raised an eyebrow, his lips curling in a little knowing smile. "I saw you last night."

"I'm feeling tense," you blurted out. "Looks like you are too."

He shrugged, wiping the sweat from his face with a towel and you nearly moaned out loud again - the way his bicep curled as he brought the towel to his face, like when you were on top and he brought his arm up to cup the back of your neck...

When you focused again, you realized that Steve must have been staring at you for a while. He cleared his throat and picked up his gym bag. "Let me shower, sugar. Then I'll be over." He walked up to you and whispered in your ear, "can you be a good girl and be patient for me?"

Your eyes drifted closed as you whimpered and nodded, clenching your thighs together. Steve kissed your cheek before leaving.

Steve showered faster than usual, and you'd only been back in your room for a few minutes before you heard the knock on your door and then he was pulling on your clothes and kissing you senseless.

"Have any idea what you did to me tonight?" His words felt like scolding but his tone was light, his expression between kisses teasing. "Coming into the gym like that, practically dripping for me - you're lucky I didn't take you right there."

"I wouldn't have cared, Steve," you answer honestly, pulling up his shirt. "I just needed you, wanted you."

You fall back on the bed, your head cradled in his hand. "Need and want are dangerous words." He's settling between your legs, his hands pushing your thighs further apart and he's breathing in so deeply with his face so close to you that you wouldn't be surprised if he's taking a bit of your soul into his lungs. "I think I need and want to make you cum on my tongue at least twice before I even consider giving you my cock."

You can't help yourself. "Language, Stevie."

He meets your grin with a twinkle in his eye, licking his lips. "You asked for it. Three times."

"Woe is me," you sass, but your breath is shaken from you with the first stroke of his tongue.

It's another night of sheets twisted around bodies slick with sweat, moans echoing with the sound of skin on skin, tongues speaking secrets into each other's mouths. You're sore and satisfied and staring at Steve as he dozes next to you, his head on that pillow that you know will smell like him tomorrow night and you won't want to change it. Tomorrow you'll be hungry for him again, because now he always leaves you wanting more.

#Reader Thank you #Steve Rogers

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HBC Candy Hearts Club - Feb 15

Welcome to HBC Candy Hearts Club! This is a Four Blog Event with daily prompts. Your level of participation is entirely up to you! Post for every day or just a few, whatever strikes your fancy.

The daily prompts are the same for all HBC blogs, so make sure you tag the blog you’re posting for and DM a link to the blog to make sure it gets seen! Tag your posts with #HBC Candy Hearts Club please! Drabble, moodboard, picspam, art - celebrate the holiday season with all your favorite characters and come play with us!

EVERYONE is welcome to participate!

Today’s Prompts Are:

I Luv You

Kiss Me

Page Me

Love Me Tender

Full list of prompts here!

Love, The Smutty Librarians of the HBC  📚

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@the-th-horniest-book-club​​​​​​​

@the-ce-horniest-book-club​​​​​​​

@the-marvel-horniest-book-club​

#hbc candy hearts club

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PENGU!!!!!!

Head Start

This is for my darling @buckyownsmylife and her 2k breeding kink challenge! Eyre, you're a gift. Thank you for your friendship.

My character is Steve Rogers and my AU prompt was Roommate.

Warnings: breeding kink, obviously, so smut (vague of course and this is really soft) - my blogs are 18+ spaces always. I do not give permission to translate or repost my work on other sites.

Steve Rogers was the best roommate.

Yes, even when he woke up at 5am every day to go for a run. Sure, sometimes the activity in the apartment would wake you up, but the coffee was always hot and ready for you when you woke up.

Steve was always doing little thoughtful things like that for you. Buying two kinds of milk so you always had your favorite in the fridge. Carrying your laundry bags down to the machine in the basement so you didn't have to. He had to have a sixth sense for it because he always knew when you needed a movie night, junk food and cuddles. Steve was better than all of your previous boyfriends combined...but he was only your roommate.

Unless...maybe he wasn't only your roommate.

"Steve?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He angled his head to catch your eye, as you looked up from where you were snuggled against his chest.

"Do you think it's weird that we always cuddle when we watch tv?"

Steve frowned, cute little lines digging into his forehead and you wanted to smooth them out with your finger. "No...why, do you not like it?"

"No, no, I do," you reassured him, "but when you get a girlfriend...or I get a boyfriend," the frown lines grew deeper, "they may not like it."

"Well, that's unacceptable. I'm always going to need cuddles from my best girl."

His best girl. How long had it been since Steve had brought someone home? He had that girlfriend when you'd moved in, and that hadn't lasted long. You'd been single since you moved in.

Why would you look for a man when you had Steve Rogers making you coffee in the morning and cuddling you on the couch in front of the TV at night?

Steve's watching some documentary about choosing the right preschools, and you're bored out of your mind. "Why are we watching this?"

Steve shrugs. "I thought it was interesting."

"It's only interesting if you have kids."

"I'm gonna have kids some day!"

"Yeah but you have to get out of here and find the woman to have the kids with first!"

Your voice was joking, but the deafening silence in the room choked off your air. You're almost too nervous to lift your head from his chest and look at his face, but you do and it's just as bad as you thought.

Steve is looking down at you like he got his hand stuck in the cookie jar. It's all over his face - he hasn't been having a hard time finding a girl, he's been deliberately not looking.

"Oh."

It's all you can think to say. It's a surprise but also there's a big part of you that's been unconsciously doing the same thing - not wanting to find someone to interrupt you playing house with Steve Rogers.

Steve Rogers, who is now staring at you like he's afraid you're going to get up and run away. But you don't.

You climb into his lap and kiss him, hard.

He's stunned for a moment until his hands find your waist, pulling you closer against him as you open up to him, letting him find what he's been seeking. You kiss until you're out of breath and then you pull away, your eyes opening slowly to find his staring back at you.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I was trying to figure out how..."

You try to shush him, kissing him again quickly. "It's okay, Steve."

"You're asking me why I'm not out trying to find a girl, and it's because I had the perfect one here with me at home."

Your heart melts down in your chest, reforged into a shape that belongs to Steve only. Grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer, you kiss the breath from him and whisper, "take me to bed, Steve."

He almost chokes on air. "Are - are you sure?"

"Yes. Please. I want to be yours," you look into his eyes, "your best girl."

Steve stands up from the couch, carrying you to his room. "My best girl," he echos you, "mine."

"Yes," you answer breathlessly, and he lays you down carefully on his bed.

You've seen Steve without his shirt countless times, wandering around the apartment in just sweatpants. Sometimes, in just a towel fresh from the shower. He's seen you in your tiny bathrobe and your little sleep shorts, tank tops with no bra on underneath. Still, this is first time you've taken off everything and you're both moving slowly and admiring, and in Steve's case he's practically worshipping. Greeting all of your newly exposed skin with soft kisses and sweet praises and you've never felt so adored.

"Are you sure?" He asks you, hovering above you, poised to cross this boundary forever.

"Yes," you answer, feeling him hard at your entrance. "I'm yours."

You're home. You're with him, completely, soft words and kisses between you as he makes you his. You're watching how he's holding himself back, how the veins are popping out in his neck and along his arms as he holds his body up over yours. And then you remember - "you want to give me a baby, Steve?"

His eyes widen. "Sweetheart, what are you saying?"

"That's what you want, right?" You coo, running your hands over his arms and massaging his shoulders. "You want to see me all round with your baby - tell everyone that I'm yours and full of you, that we made something beautiful together."

"Oh honey," he closes his eyes a moment, his hips stuttering against yours, "yeah, yeah that's what I want."

"Then do it, Steve," your voice is low but steady, the pleading edge creeping in the closer you get to your own peak. "Take me, own me...breed me."

It's like something snaps - Steve lowers himself so he's only held up by his elbows, pressing to you more urgently everywhere. His mouth to yours, his skin to yours and especially the way he's finally let go so passionately for you, pushing inside you with purpose and making every inch of your body sing for him. You finish first, with a cry of his name, and he follows soon after with a shout, emptying himself inside you.

You're both wrapped around each other completely, reluctant to move. Steve presses his forehead to yours, holding you tightly in his arms. "I want to build our life together."

"Well, we've had a great head start."

#Reader Thank you #Steve Rogers

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We’ve been shadow banned 😭

We’ve reached out to tumblr to fix this issue so 🤞they get it fixed quickly.

In the meantime, make sure you are using the #HBC candy hearts club on your posts so we can find them since tags aren’t working and we can’t receive messages.

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It's here, it's here! The masterlist of all your wonderful submissions for the flash fiction challenge. Crack the wine or sparkling cider, dig into those boxes of chocolates and treat yourself to the fruits of your labor!!

And Happy Valentine's Day 💗

Supernatural

@smellingofpoetry

You Calm the Storm - Dean Winchester Something to Talk About - Dean Winchester

@dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Dance Like A Fool - Dean Winchester

I’ve Got You - Dean Winchester Saying Nothing at All - Dean Winchester

The Lie in the Lyric - Dean Winchester

In His Arms - Dean Winchester

@msmarvelouswinchester

Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You - Dean Winchester

@apocalypseornaw

Amazed - Dean Winchester

@deanwanddamons

Your Lover - Dean Winchester True - Dean Winchester

@hoboal87

Home - Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester I Do It For You - Dean Winchester

@princessmisery666

Love From Nothing - Dean Winchester

Last Thursday - Dean Winchester

Something Stupid - Dean Winchester

Every Breath - Dean Winchester

Coming Back - Dean Winchester

Too Far - Sam Winchester

Spell On Me - Sam Winchester

Be Mine - Sam Winchester

@sarcastic-coffeedrinker

Everything is Nothing - Dean Winchester

@talesmaniac89

Her Always and Forever - Dean Winchester

Tangled Up In You - Dean Winchester

Insatiable - Dean Winchester

Carefully Loved - Dean Winchester

To Dance With You - Sam Winchester

Finally Home - Dean Winchester

Just One Kiss - Dean Winchester

At Last - Dean Winchester

What If… - Dean Winchester

@fluffiest-dreams

She Knew - Dean Winchester

Human - Castiel

His Rose - Sam Winchester

Freeze This Moment - Sam Winchester

Not Alone - Castiel

Your Terms - Dean Winchester

A Hero Complex and Its Downsides - Dean Winchester

I Won’t Say It - Sam Winchester

This thing called love - Castiel

@smol-and-grumpy

One Last Time - Dean Winchester

MCU

@writingsoftheloser

With Open Arms - Bucky Barnes

Earned It - Loki

I want you to stay - Sam Wilson

I can’t wait for the nights with you - Bucky Barnes

@firefly-in-darkness

Love Drunk - Bucky Barnes

@indyluckycharlie

Only You Know How - Sam Wilson

@writing-for-marvel

Hold Me Close - Bucky Barnes

Multi-Fandom

@petalssunwards

Challenge Masterlist - Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Bucky/Sam, Natasha, Clint Barton, Demon!Dean Winchester

@little-diable

Willow - Draco Malfoy

@selfawarejester

I’ll Be There For You - Geralt of Rivia

@cocoamoonmalfoy

Challenge Masterlist - Michelle Jones, Peter/MJ/Ned, Loki, Peter Parker, Arvin Russell

@a-little-counter-esperanto

A Little Something - Open Fandom

@louisianaspell

Tuxedo - Hal Carter

@gone-to-fight-the-fairies

I Bet - Din Djarin

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Lost in The Stars - Chris Beck

To Be With You - Colin Shea

@theycallmebecca

The Girl He’s Going to Marry & Saying Hello - Jake Jensen

Please let me know if you don't see your fic listed!

#flash fiction challenge 4

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AHHH Thank you! Happy Valentine's Day!

#valentine

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OOH. Oh my. Sassy!

18+ Drabble: Rental Fee

Nothing like waiting until the absolute last minute to write and post this drabble for the HBC’s Wicked Wednesday… but better late than never. This one is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ and it’s for Ransom… who I’ve apparently become a hoe for.

And I’m just going to tag @nomadicpixel​​ because she’s going to blame me for turning her into a hoe for him too… and I’m just going to say up front that it’s not my fault…

Edit: Forgot to add that I used two prompts: “This cock isn’t gonna suck itself.” and “Good morning, hope you don’t mind me borrowing your shirt..”

Title: Rental Fee

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x female reader

Rating: borderline R

Warnings: semi-graphic, very suggestive

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

18+ Disclaimer: This work contains sexual material that is for those over the age of 18. By clicking the keep reading link below, you are agreeing that you are over the age of 18 and are not offended by sexual content.

Ransom yawned as he made his way down the hallway to the kitchen in search of you after he’d found his bed empty.

Leaning against the door frame, he watched as you moved around the kitchen wearing one of his t-shirts, no doubt cooking a feast for the two of you for breakfast.

He knew it would be more food than either of you could eat, but given the “workout” the two of you had had the night before, you both needed to refuel.

Pushing off the door frame, he padded across the kitchen and wrapped his arms around your waist before kissing your neck. His actions, bringing the shirt up a little.

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#fic recs #ransom drysdale

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Nick Vaughan being soft in Before We Go (2014).

#q

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I’M RUINED BY THIS!

18+ Drabble: The Accidental Voyeur

This was supposed to be a short drabble… and then 5+ pages later in google docs. 👀 Oh well haha I got the idea for the other night and apparently I had a lot to write. I  hope y’all enjoy!

This is for HBC Kinky Halloween day 29 and the prompts masquerade and voyeurism. Obviously it’s for @the-ce-horniest-book-club​

Title: The Accidental Voyeur

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x female reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: graphic blow job, voyeurism, suggested dom themes

Note: This takes place before the events in Knives Out

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

18+ Disclaimer: This work contains sexual material that is for those over the age of 18. By clicking the keep reading link below, you are agreeing that you are over the age of 18 and are not offended by sexual content.

The masquerade party was in full swing when you got there.

It was the last place you wanted to be on a Saturday night, but you had promised Harlan Thrombey, your boss, that you would attend to make sure his house survived his grandson Ransom’s party.

Dressed in a simple black dress and a white mask, you made your way through the party, subtly surveying the house. Ransom, you begrudgingly noticed, had made some effort to protect his grandfather’s treasures, by roping some areas of the house off.

The throne of knives was set up as a photo opportunity, you noticed, with some twenty people in line waiting for their chance to pose for the hired photographer.

You paused to watch the next person in line as they handed over cash before making their way to the throne. Typical Ransom. Finding a way to make a buck wherever possible. You had a feeling he would pay the photographer the agreed upon amount and then pocket the rest of the money for himself.

After making your rounds of the first floor, you realized you had yet to see the host of the party.

You’d seen that the stairs to the upper floors were roped off with a burly man standing in front of it, who was obviously meant to keep people downstairs. It would deter most people, of course, but unlike all of them, you knew where the secret staircase was.

Keep reading

#fic recs

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Head Start

This is for my darling @buckyownsmylife and her 2k breeding kink challenge! Eyre, you're a gift. Thank you for your friendship.

My character is Steve Rogers and my AU prompt was Roommate.

Warnings: breeding kink, obviously, so smut (vague of course and this is really soft) - my blogs are 18+ spaces always. I do not give permission to translate or repost my work on other sites.

Steve Rogers was the best roommate.

Yes, even when he woke up at 5am every day to go for a run. Sure, sometimes the activity in the apartment would wake you up, but the coffee was always hot and ready for you when you woke up.

Steve was always doing little thoughtful things like that for you. Buying two kinds of milk so you always had your favorite in the fridge. Carrying your laundry bags down to the machine in the basement so you didn't have to. He had to have a sixth sense for it because he always knew when you needed a movie night, junk food and cuddles. Steve was better than all of your previous boyfriends combined...but he was only your roommate.

Unless...maybe he wasn't only your roommate.

"Steve?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He angled his head to catch your eye, as you looked up from where you were snuggled against his chest.

"Do you think it's weird that we always cuddle when we watch tv?"

Steve frowned, cute little lines digging into his forehead and you wanted to smooth them out with your finger. "No...why, do you not like it?"

"No, no, I do," you reassured him, "but when you get a girlfriend...or I get a boyfriend," the frown lines grew deeper, "they may not like it."

"Well, that's unacceptable. I'm always going to need cuddles from my best girl."

His best girl. How long had it been since Steve had brought someone home? He had that girlfriend when you'd moved in, and that hadn't lasted long. You'd been single since you moved in.

Why would you look for a man when you had Steve Rogers making you coffee in the morning and cuddling you on the couch in front of the TV at night?

Steve's watching some documentary about choosing the right preschools, and you're bored out of your mind. "Why are we watching this?"

Steve shrugs. "I thought it was interesting."

"It's only interesting if you have kids."

"I'm gonna have kids some day!"

"Yeah but you have to get out of here and find the woman to have the kids with first!"

Your voice was joking, but the deafening silence in the room choked off your air. You're almost too nervous to lift your head from his chest and look at his face, but you do and it's just as bad as you thought.

Steve is looking down at you like he got his hand stuck in the cookie jar. It's all over his face - he hasn't been having a hard time finding a girl, he's been deliberately not looking.

"Oh."

It's all you can think to say. It's a surprise but also there's a big part of you that's been unconsciously doing the same thing - not wanting to find someone to interrupt you playing house with Steve Rogers.

Steve Rogers, who is now staring at you like he's afraid you're going to get up and run away. But you don't.

You climb into his lap and kiss him, hard.

He's stunned for a moment until his hands find your waist, pulling you closer against him as you open up to him, letting him find what he's been seeking. You kiss until you're out of breath and then you pull away, your eyes opening slowly to find his staring back at you.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I was trying to figure out how..."

You try to shush him, kissing him again quickly. "It's okay, Steve."

"You're asking me why I'm not out trying to find a girl, and it's because I had the perfect one here with me at home."

Your heart melts down in your chest, reforged into a shape that belongs to Steve only. Grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer, you kiss the breath from him and whisper, "take me to bed, Steve."

He almost chokes on air. "Are - are you sure?"

"Yes. Please. I want to be yours," you look into his eyes, "your best girl."

Steve stands up from the couch, carrying you to his room. "My best girl," he echos you, "mine."

"Yes," you answer breathlessly, and he lays you down carefully on his bed.

You've seen Steve without his shirt countless times, wandering around the apartment in just sweatpants. Sometimes, in just a towel fresh from the shower. He's seen you in your tiny bathrobe and your little sleep shorts, tank tops with no bra on underneath. Still, this is first time you've taken off everything and you're both moving slowly and admiring, and in Steve's case he's practically worshipping. Greeting all of your newly exposed skin with soft kisses and sweet praises and you've never felt so adored.

"Are you sure?" He asks you, hovering above you, poised to cross this boundary forever.

"Yes," you answer, feeling him hard at your entrance. "I'm yours."

You're home. You're with him, completely, soft words and kisses between you as he makes you his. You're watching how he's holding himself back, how the veins are popping out in his neck and along his arms as he holds his body up over yours. And then you remember - "you want to give me a baby, Steve?"

His eyes widen. "Sweetheart, what are you saying?"

"That's what you want, right?" You coo, running your hands over his arms and massaging his shoulders. "You want to see me all round with your baby - tell everyone that I'm yours and full of you, that we made something beautiful together."

"Oh honey," he closes his eyes a moment, his hips stuttering against yours, "yeah, yeah that's what I want."

"Then do it, Steve," your voice is low but steady, the pleading edge creeping in the closer you get to your own peak. "Take me, own me...breed me."

It's like something snaps - Steve lowers himself so he's only held up by his elbows, pressing to you more urgently everywhere. His mouth to yours, his skin to yours and especially the way he's finally let go so passionately for you, pushing inside you with purpose and making every inch of your body sing for him. You finish first, with a cry of his name, and he follows soon after with a shout, emptying himself inside you.

You're both wrapped around each other completely, reluctant to move. Steve presses his forehead to yours, holding you tightly in his arms. "I want to build our life together."

"Well, we've had a great head start."

#Reader Thank you #Steve Rogers

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This is so beautiful!

So for this year’s Valentine’s event at @the-ce-horniest-book-club the theme is Conversation Hearts and one of the ones for today was “I Do” and I decided to do something a little bit different.

Instead of going a generic Chris wedding one, I decided to do one for my Chris and Wren pairing from Perfectly Imperfect that is posted on @theycallmebeccawrites

Technically the moodboard itself is a spoiler but I wrote and posted the series back in early 2017, so it’s not that big of a deal. But I have some stuff below the cut just in case someone wants to go read it and doesn’t want there to be any more spoilers.

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#hbc candy hearts club

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Yep, that’s one way to do it ;)

Thank you for reading and reblogging!

Head Start

This is for my darling @buckyownsmylife and her 2k breeding kink challenge! Eyre, you’re a gift. Thank you for your friendship.

My character is Steve Rogers and my AU prompt was Roommate.

Warnings: breeding kink, obviously, so smut (vague of course and this is really soft) - my blogs are 18+ spaces always. I do not give permission to translate or repost my work on other sites.

Steve Rogers was the best roommate.

Yes, even when he woke up at 5am every day to go for a run. Sure, sometimes the activity in the apartment would wake you up, but the coffee was always hot and ready for you when you woke up.

Steve was always doing little thoughtful things like that for you. Buying two kinds of milk so you always had your favorite in the fridge. Carrying your laundry bags down to the machine in the basement so you didn’t have to. He had to have a sixth sense for it because he always knew when you needed a movie night, junk food and cuddles. Steve was better than all of your previous boyfriends combined…but he was only your roommate.

Unless…maybe he wasn’t only your roommate.

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#Reader Thank you #Steve Rogers