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nano--raptor · 3 years

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Going to New York?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 650

Warnings: None, but my writing is always 18+. Shy Bucky, soft and sweet!

A/N: A little something written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club 24 hour surprise drabble challenge day! Today is Conversations with a Stranger, and I went with meeting Bucky on an airplane🥰 Enjoy, and thank you for reading!

Do not click ‘keep reading’ if you are under 18. Thank you.

Making your way down the narrow center aisle, you searched the rows of seats for yours, 26C, doing your best to avoid hitting anyone in the head with your bag. You found the row and sat in the aisle seat, a man already sitting in the window seat. Fair, A was the window, C was the aisle, although you liked to try to steal the window when you flew, if the seat was open.

He glanced up briefly as you sat down and put away your bag, sharp blue eyes meeting yours from under his ball cap. You smiled, and he looked a little unsure, but gave you a small smile in return before quickly looking away. He was dressed plainly, jeans, blue shirt, grey jacket, and the hat, looking like he wanted to be left alone. So, you pulled out a book and started to read until the plane was ready to taxi along to the runway. Takeoff was easy, and you settled in again, passing the time until the refreshment cart came around. You both ordered something, and you met his eyes again when he looked up.

“Going to New York?” He nodded. “Have you been before?” He nodded again, a small smile spreading on his lips.

“Yeah, I actually grew up there. Heading back to see a good friend.”

“Oh that’s awesome,” you replied warmly, smiling back. “I’m going to see a friend too, I’m thinking of moving there.”

“I’m sure you’ll love it,” he said quietly, his gaze flicking away, setting his drink on the tray table. You watched him, interest piqued. He was handsome, but quiet and soft spoken. He looked gentle, and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, so you introduced yourself, and told him you were looking forward to seeing the city. He smiled again, a little more confident this time, and you found yourself feeling giddy about it. He was really handsome.

“I’m Bucky.”

“Nice to meet you Bucky.” Giving him a smile of your own, he grinned, before looking down, the slightest blush dusting his cheeks. Oh my. You blinked and turned back to your book, trying to will the heat away from your own face. Bucky was cute as hell and your book was suddenly not interesting at all. You tried a few more times, but after reading the same paragraph 3 times, you set your book down and turn to Bucky again.

“So, um. What’s your favorite part of New York?” Bucky looked up at you, blue eyes sparkling, and a smile spread on his face again as he softly started talking about his home city. You found yourself captivated by him, his eyes, his smile, his softness, the sound of his voice. You wanted to listen to it forever. When the plane finally started its descent, you were surprised how quickly the time had gone while chatting with Bucky. Feeling bold, you wrote your name and number on a piece of paper and handed it to him with a shy smile of your own before packing up your bag.

“In case you need another friend in New York.”

“Thank you,” he said with a smile. “I uh. It was nice chatting with you.”

“And with you too, thank you Bucky.” You lost sight of each other pretty much as soon as you got off the plane, but Bucky was on your mind for the rest of the day. And the day after that. And as your friend showed you around the city, your thoughts drifted back to Bucky, wondering where he was or what he was up to. You hoped he was having a good day.

It was about two weeks later when your phone pinged one evening unexpectedly. When you checked it, you saw a text from an unknown number, and your heart started racing, a smile coming to your face.

Hey there NYC friend. Still enjoying the city? -B

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eurynome827-fic-roulette · 3 years

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For @the-ce-horniest-book-club 24 Hour Surprise Drabble Challenge - Conversations With A Stranger Drabbles! I'm using the prompt "school pickup" and turning it slightly on it's head - with an AU of Single Dad!Andy Barber (no DJ characters). All credit and love for this AU inspiration goes to the amazing @uncafeavecbarnes (and you should totally read her take on Single Dad!Andy)

No Warnings but my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

It's just you and one other man waiting outside the principal's office, and you have to keep reminding yourself to stop tapping your foot every time he glances up at you from his phone.

Finally he takes pity on your obviously agitated state and smiles a little before attempting to make conversation.

"I knew having a boy would probably mean visits to the principal, but kindergarten seems a little early."

You huff out a laugh, too out of your element to offer much more of a response. Still, he puts his phone in his suit jacket pocket, leaning forward towards you.

"Should we guess what they had a fight about?"

Your head snaps to him. "Excuse me?"

"Our kids. What do you think they fought about? That has to be why we're here, right? Our sons must have had a little playground disagreement."

You shake your head. "I have a daughter. Of course, I wouldn't put it past her to pick a fight with anyone."

He chuckles a little at your resigned expression. "Mine is a handful, too."

It's quiet for a moment, and then you don't know why, but you're confiding in this man sitting next to you in the elementary school principal's office. "I can't imagine how hard it is for her, with only me, and babysitters and my job and all that - I knew things would be hard but like you said, not so soon."

He had such an open expression, and he's listening to you intently. "I get it, I'm in that boat right with you."

You give him a tiny smile. "You too?"

His smile is wider, and he offers you a simple, firm handshake. "Andy Barber. I'm Adam's dad."

The light of recognition dawns in your eyes. "Wait, Adam's dad?"

Now it's Andy's turn to look confused until the principal's secretary pokes her head from the now open office door.

"Okay, Adam's dad and April's mom, we're ready for you."

Andy's face turns back to yours and the expression on his face shows you he is very aware of who your daughter is. "Excuse me, I didn't know I was meeting my son's future mother in law."

"Oh no, what did they do?"

You walk beside Andy into the principal's office, and he holds your chair for you as you sit opposite the big desk. The principal is a kindly looking older woman, and she waits for Andy to be seated before beginning. "Thank you both for being here. I realize that once you hear what the problem is you may think we overreacted."

"What exactly is the problem?" You can't stop yourself from asking, especially now that you know who's here with you.

"Adam's my boyfriend."

"Baby, you're five."

"So? We're getting married."

"Did they get married at recess or something?" Andy asks, completely serious, and you bite back a laugh. You kick him and he kicks you back, both of you barely holding it together.

"I see you're both aware of their attachment."

Attachment? Is this a Jane Austen movie? "I believe they have both mentioned each other outside of school, yes." You manage to say the words without laughing but this whole experience is becoming more and more funny to you.

"The children's teacher has requested that I meet with you, to ask you both to remind them how to behave in school."

"The hand holding? I talked to Adam."

"I had a talk with April about that too."

"It worked for a few days," the principal leans back in her chair. "But today they've moved on to kissing."

"Kissing? They're kissing each other in school?" Now you're a little surprised. Andy, however, chuckles beside you and shrugs when you turn to him.

"They were at the front of the lunch line together and held up recess for the other children because they refused to be separated."

You cover your face with your hands. "We will definitely have a strong conversation with them about appropriate behavior in school." You drop your hands and look over at Andy. "Right?"

"Of course." He still looks amused, and you can't help smiling back.

"Well," Andy says as he walks by your side, down the hallway to collect your kids, "it was nice to have someone else to share that amazing moment with."

You laugh out loud, looking around to make sure that no one else is in earshot. "Yeah, but we have to stop meeting like this."

"I hope we keep meeting, though."

Andy gives you a little sly look, and you look straight ahead as an odd feeling starts to bubble up inside you.

"Me too."

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the-ss-horniest-book-club · 2 years

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HBC Surprise Drabble Day - Hanukkah

Welcome to another HBC 24 Hour Surprise Drabble Challenge! Sebastian Stan Characters HBC, Chris Evans HBC, Tom Hiddleston HBC and Marvel HBC are all participating in this collaborative challenge!

Today's Theme is Hanukkah

Rules For 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.

Please use the tags #hbc hanukkah and #hbc 24 hour surprise drabble challenge

Prompts:

Latkes

Spinning the dreidl

Lighting the menorah

Exchanging gifts (although this isn't done by all Jews)

Sufganiyot (fried doughnuts)

Family (bio or chosen or otherwise) gatherings

Choose Your Own!

If you have any questions about Hanukkah or the prompts, please refer to this link: Hanukkah questions

If you want to do headcanons/moodboards/art instead, PLEASE DO and tag us/DM the link!

Have fun playing!

Love, The Smutty Librarians of the HBC 📚

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eurynome827 · 3 years

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For @the-ss-horniest-book-club 24 Hour Surprise Drabble Challenge - Can't Live Without... Drabbles!

This is just a cute little glimpse at Boss Lady and Hot Coffeehouse Guy ❤️ I couldn't resist visiting Barista!Bucky with this! This includes one of my favorite lines of dialogue from Gilmore Girls ever.

No Warnings, but my blogs are 18+ spaces always.

You've been addicted to Bucky's coffee for longer than you've been in love with him. He likes to tease you about it, of course, but you don't care as long as his handsome face is in the kitchen making you coffee.

Even though your broken coffee machine was what brought you together, once Bucky was spending more time at your apartment you went out and bought a machine - "whichever one you want, babe," you insisted - and treasured the cups made just for you.

You still loved getting your morning fix from the coffeehouse on your way to work, but there was just something special about Bucky bringing you coffee when you were still tucked into bed in the morning, hugging his pillow still warm with his scent.

"Your coffee, ma'am," Bucky voice greeted you from the doorway, still husky with sleep.

"Say that again, please, slower and with your pants off."

#hbc 24 hour surprise drabble challenge #hbc can't live without... drabbles #barista!bucky #boss lady and hot coffeehouse guy #you're the best part of my day #divider by imerdwarf #bucky barnes x reader

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bugsbucky · 4 years

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Cotton Clouds

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Request: Hiii lovely! Could I kindly request a Bucky x plus!size reader - she is really shy and insecure about her body weight and is more like the chef to the avengers (cooking breakfast and dinner for them and that kind of stuff) she is also being secretly bullied by a lower rank agent and one day the bully shoves her and she falls over, hurting herself and Bucky saw everything and just!! Protective Bucky is my life. Please don't rush! There's no pressure from me 🖤 love you!!

Warnings: Angst, body shaming, insecurities, bullying, asshole agents, protective!Bucky, protective!Steve (kinda), language, broken noses, a little pussy that probably shat his pants, fluff, happy endings.

Word Count: 3,007

Authors Notes: thank you dear anon for sending in this request. I’ve combined this request for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club 24 hour surprise drabble and Summer Loving Challenge and I chose Rooftop bar/restaurant.

If anyone ever makes you feel this shitty, you just tell them to fuck off and mind their own business. Nobody, NOBODY has the right to degrade you for your weight or anything else for that matter. If they are bullying you, it only means there is a problem with their own reflection and it’s not actually you. You’re loved and James Buchanan Barnes loves and worships you so much.

My taglist is actually open so if you’d like to join please feel free to send me a message/ask :)

Since becoming a part of the Avenger family as their personal cook, you’ve established strong bonds with just about everyone on the team. They accepted you for who you were and never once made a disrespectful comment or snicker about your soft belly or thick thighs. Of course, it didn’t stop you from wishing you had a figure like Nat or Wanda, but the team didn’t make you feel less of a human and despite their kindness, you often still felt out of place and insecure about your weight. The one person who made you feel extra special was Bucky Barnes. During movie nights his fingers would circle your soft waist, his hugs also lasted a lot longer than what was considered necessary. Over time, the two of you became close friends. You ended up developing a small crush on him, imagining yourself waking up in his arms every morning and reminding you just how beautiful you are.

Around them, you were shy and barely spoke a word other than a good morning greeting or an ‘enjoy your meal’ as you dished out their food you had cooked. You were preparing some bacon and toast in the kitchen when James, an agent on the lower rank pranced into the kitchen, puffing his chest out and grinning at your shock of seeing him.

“Can I ask you a question?” he asks and takes a step closer, forcing you to take one step back. Your eyes flicked over his shoulder and saw 3 other of his friends snickering near the doorway.

“S-sure.” your voice croaked, ignoring the splutter from the coffee pot.

“Do you sleep in a bed like a normal human being, or do you sleep on the beach like a whale? I’m not sure where whales your size sleep.” The laughter behind James formed a lump in your throat.

“Morning folks! Uh James, you’re not supposed to be in here.” Steve walked in with his Captain America suit on and warned. His hands just above his belt as he took the burning bacon off the gas.

“Sorry Captain. Just had to ask Y/N for something.” James winked and smiled innocently at Steve. You never told anyone about the things James would say to you. They were far too embarrassing and you were secretly scared they felt the same way but just didn’t have the heart to say anything.

“No problem. Just don’t let it happen again.” Steve warned as James left, reaching up in the cupboard for a mug. He looks at you briefly, concern washes over his face as he saw you were batting tears away. “Hey are you okay? He didn’t do anything to you did he?” Steve wondered, folding his broad arms across his chest.

“No no! I’m fine really. Breakfast won’t be too long.” you lied and busied yourself in the kitchen that Tony had put in especially for your needs.

“Okay well look, if he or anyone is giving you any problems, you come to me alright? We don’t tolerate harassment here.” Steve gave your shoulder a squeeze, the words on the tip of your tongue that this has been going on for months. You want to tell Steve that but you’re hesitant and bite your tongue, just nodding and thanking the captain for caring so much. You quickly pull yourself back together and resume the task of breakfast.

Your hesitancy didn’t go amiss by Steve. He knew you wanted to say something but you were so shy he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He didn’t want you suffering either and since the team were leaving for a one month mission, he chose to ask Bucky to stay behind to keep an eye on things. Since Bucky was sidelined from an injury to his flesh arm, he wouldn’t have gone on this mission anyway.

Once breakfast to the Avengers was served and they were happy, you quickly untied the apron from around your waist and hung it on the hook. The kitchen was cleaned and you headed back to your room for a much needed shower and break. You would normally join the team for breakfast but after the question James asked, you quickly came up with an excuse why you wouldn’t be joining them today.

Your gaze was kept to the floor as you walked and your shoulder bumped into someone else’s. Before you could apologise, an obnoxious laugh pierced your ears.

“Watch where you’re going you glonk!” It was James and you sighed.

“Sorry.” you muttered and steadied yourself. Pulling your baggy shirt away from your stomach.

“Wouldn’t bother doing that. Unless you can stick a bag over your head and hide your ugly mug too.” James snickered, encouraged by the roaring laughter of his friends standing behind him, throwing the occasion comment in your face too.

“I said I was sorry!” hot tears rolled down your cheeks, leaving behind a wet streak in the process. “I’m sorry for everything!” you crumbled under the pressure. Apologising to this asshole for what exactly? For being softer than the other girls who worked in the compound? For being too shy to stand up for yourself? For not being good enough? In truth, you didn’t know why you were apologising. You were doing nothing wrong.

“Apologising won’t mean shit to me!” James taunted walking behind you and giving you a hard shove. You fall forwards, your knees hitting the hard marble floors first. Your hands stop your face from smashing against the floor.

“HEY!” a loud voice and footsteps echo through the hallway. The friends of James all scattered and ran down the hall as Bucky stalked towards you. “What the fuck are you doing?!” you recognised Bucky’s voice, of course you did. It was your favourite voice in the compound because it belonged to your crush. Bucky was a sweetheart, always making sure you felt better about yourself. He was quiet just like you, but the confidence he would give you made you feel so much better about yourself. Of course, it didn’t work so well since James started bullying you.

You peeked up. Bucky’s nostrils were flared, his jaw clenched and his eyes insanely wide, anger swirling around behind his irises. His metal arm whirring down by his side as he clenched and unclenched his fist. He saw what this jerk had done to you and no woman should be treated like that.

James remained silent, looking like a deer in headlights. Bucky wasn’t impressed by his lack of answers and with his metal arm, shoved James against the wall and his hand wrapped around his throat squeezing his windpipe slightly.

“You gonna talk now huh? Where have your fucking balls gone?” Bucky spat in his face, his flesh arm in a sling pressed against his chest.

“I- I am sorry!” James was gasping for air and Bucky eased off his throat just a little.

“How long has this been going on?” Bucky wanted answers, and he wanted them now.

As their confrontation was just getting started, you pushed yourself up off the floor ignoring the aching in your knees as you stood next to Bucky. Your hand on his metal arm to try and diffuse the situation. It was no use, Bucky hated bullies and he wasn’t going to let go of this guy’s throat until he had the answers he was asking.

“HOW LONG?!?!” Bucky roared, saliva spraying James’ face. You have never seen Bucky like this, so enraged and protective. It was almost like something or someone had woken The Winter Soldier up inside of him.

Bucky liked you a lot. He liked your soft belly, thick thighs and rosy red cheeks. Your disheveled hair in the mornings and your cooking was absolutely amazing. To him, you were the perfect wife. Without you even knowing, Bucky would often daydream about the two of you living in the country with your children and you baking some homemade pies. The two of you were like the perfect balance in his eyes, you were soft and fluffy and a sweetheart and he was damn sure no man or woman was going to ever hurt you.

“Months.” James gasped out. This angered Bucky more as he growled in his face.

“Bucky.” your voice was quiet as you pleaded with him, his eyes momentarily flicking down to yours with your soft eyes staring back at him that he loved so much. Bucky released his grip from his throat, but not before punching him square in the nose. The audible crack made you cringe and you brought your hands up to cover your mouth as blood dripped from the obvious broken nose.

“Let me tell you something you little shit. If you EVER approach Y/N again, if you EVER breathe in her direction or lay one dirty finger on her again and I promise you, not only will I break every finger on your hand and your legs but I’ll make sure you’re kicked off the team. Do you understand me you fucking asshole? You touch or speak to her ONE MORE TIME and don’t you dare test my patience.”

“Y-es Sergeant Barnes.” James was full on crying, either from the pain of his nose or the threats Bucky was spewing in his face or the combination of the two, you weren’t sure but as soon as Bucky stepped back and pulled your body close to his, James took off staggering up the hall, occasionally glancing back to make sure the winter soldier wasn’t following him, leaving droplets of blood as a trail.

“Are you alright sweetheart?” Bucky’s softer voice took you by surprise. His metal appendages stroked your warm cheeks and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

You shook her head and Bucky’s eyes narrowed. Your knees were badly bruised and he clicked his tongue. His arm wrapped around your shoulder and he walked you back to your room in silence. The anger was still radiating off him, just his very heavy breathing filling the silence. His disbelief that any human could hurt you the way James did. If you were not there, he most likely would have ripped him a new asshole. But since you weren’t a fighter, he didn’t want you scared or panicked.

When you eventually got back to your room, Bucky marveled at how beautiful, neat and tidy the space was. Books scattered over a couple of shelves and your computer neatly placed in the middle of a white desk with your pink and white office chair. You reminded him of a fluffy pink cloud with some chunks of marshmallows.

He loved the aesthetic comfort it provided.

“Wow this is so beautiful.” He complimented as you sat on the end of your bed. You smiled back sheepishly, feeling the warmth of the blush creep back up your neck and cheeks.

“Thank you.” you sighed. Bucky’s eyes were soft and so blue. You could stare into them for hours.

“You’re welcome doll. He won’t bother you again and if he does, you tell me immediately. I won’t be so kind next time.”

“I know. I’m just… ashamed.” you dipped your head and fiddled with the hem of your shirt.

“Doll, let me tell you something.” Bucky sighed as he took a seat next to you, throwing his arm back over your shoulder. Nuzzling your face into the warmth of his chest, breathing in his fresh sandalwood scent. “As a man who grew up in the really old days and a man who was given the best eyesight. I can honestly say, with my hand on my heart that you are really gorgeous, beautiful and so special. You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of, the fault is with him, not you. Maybe he’s jealous because he doesn’t have killer thighs or something.” you chuckled into his chest, his heart pounding against your ear.

“You think I’m special?” your question was muffled but he heard you clearly. Your eyes glancing down at his thick thighs.

“Of course I do. You’re the first person I look for when I enter a room doll.”

“Thank you Bucky. You’re just amazing in every way.” You pulled away with a triumph toothy grin on your face and pink tinted cheeks.

“Don’t have to keep thankin’ me doll. Though if you really wanna say thanks, accept my invitation and come to dinner with me tonight.” he cocked an eyebrow and your anxiety washed through you.

“Wh-where?”

“There’s this rooftop restaurant Sam recommended and I really want to go but I don’t want to go alone.” he smiled sheepishly, rubbing the hairs on the back of his neck. “Please?” and out came the puppy eyes. You chuckled and nodded your head.

“Sure. Of course.” Bucky grinned and leaned in and pressed a kiss to your rounded cheek.

“Thanks doll. I’ll pick you up at 7pm.”

A few hours later

A loud knock - metal on wood sounded at your door and you sighed, checking out your attire for this evening. After hours of wondering what to wear and taking Nat’s advice and smoothed the dress over with your hands, giving one final look in the long mirror. You slipped into your expensive heels and opened the door. You gasped, Bucky was wearing a dark navy sweater with a collar, one arm missing as he kept it under the sweater and dark clad jeans matched with his combat boots. You saw the silver chain shining around his neck and you assumed he was wearing the dog tags he recently retrieved, his hair slicked back into a low bun in the nape of his neck, a day old stubble peppered his chin and cheeks and you were tempted to run your fingertips over the prickly hairs. While you were busy ogling his attire, he was also checking you out. Your choice of dress was gorgeous and it hugged your curves just perfectly, revealing just the right amount of cleavage that Bucky knew he would have a hard time keeping his eyes off during dinner. Your makeup was nothing too crazy, opting for a natural look.

“Wow doll, you look amazing.” Bucky gulped and shifted on the balls of his feet.

“You absolutely do too, Buck.” you exchanged a smile and walked down the hall with him, occasionally stealing glances at one another. When the two of you stepped out of the elevator into the lobby, he offered his arm and you gladly took it.

The restaurant Bucky took you to was absolutely perfect. A single candle in the middle of the 2 seater table with a rose in a vase. Champagne in a bucket of ice.

“People are staring.” you stated as Bucky pulled your chair out for you. He leaned down and kissed your cheek lovingly, causing an eruption of tingles in the pit of your belly.

“Let ‘em stare. Probably just jealous because I’m with the most sexiest woman here.” he spoke nonchalantly. You giggled and hid behind your hands. The city lights illuminated both of your features as you sat and talked about everything and anything that came to mind.

Bucky told you about the new music he was listening to and how he didn’t like it. You laughed and agreed and told him to listen to some 80s with a promise you’ll personally create him a playlist. Bucky told jokes and you laughed heartily. Exchanging flirty glances and smiles every now and then. The one thing that really set your soul on fire was when you caught him glancing at your chest and licking his lips. You were grateful to Nat for the suggestion of a push up bra to push your boobs together and made a mental note to thank her later.

“I have something for you.” Bucky said, putting down his glass of champagne and reaching into his front pocket of his jeans. He pulled out a small black velvet box and put it down in front of you. He laughed at the look on your face. “Don’t worry, it’s not an engagement ring.” he clarified and you blew some air out. Picking up the little black box, you gasped when you flicked the lid open. Wedged between the slit was an expensive looking silver ring with diamonds.

“Bucky! Oh my god! What is this?” Was he sure it wasn’t an engagement ring? The two of you weren’t even dating, surely he wouldn’t.

“It’s a promise ring. I was going to give it to you on the weekend when I was hoping you’d go to dinner with me when we were alone in the compound but things changed.” his chuckle turned into a smile and you mirrored it.

“It’s absolutely gorgeous!” removing the ring from the box, you slip it onto your finger and it fits like a glove. How he guessed your size was anyone’s guess.

“Doll. I promise you that I will be here to protect you. Nobody will ever dare speak a bad word to you again. But I also promise to take care of you and make you smile and laugh every single day. I care about you so much and I mean everything I’m saying. If you’ll have me of course.”

Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes as his words sank in. He really did mean them.

“My weight. It really doesn’t bother you?” you bit your lip with your eyebrows raised.

“No it absolutely doesn’t. And if you’d let me, I’d really like to spend a long time proving it to you that I love you and your body the way it is. I’ve waited a really long time for you doll. So, will you be mine?”

“Always.” Bucky reached over and grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“My doll.”

“My Bucky.”

“Forever your Bucky, doll. Let’s order dessert then we can go home and have some real dessert.” he winked and you chuckled, dipping your head and blushing for the hundredth time today.

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cherry-gemz · 3 years

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I'm participating in @the-ce-horniest-book-club's 24 Hour Surprise Drabble Challenge: Pool Day.

Summary: You find yourself enjoying the sun and solitude during your summer break. What happens when you're not the only one enjoying the cool waters?

Rating: I'm no prude, but my blog is 18+, so minors DNI even though this is PG-13

Word Count: 500

Finally. Summer Vacation. You were going to unplug, unwind, and wine. You set your drink on the poolside table and tossed your new book you were excited to start.

While you were stuck in quarantine and not on some tropical beach location like you had anticipated, at least your family had taken advantage of the downtime and upgraded the pool and landscaping to your liking. Wasn't that bad being stuck with online uni now was it?

Thank God your parents were out of town seeing your crazy aunt. Your older brother was out golfing for the day with buddies and typically that meant he'd have a good number of beers in him by the time he came home. Which equated to alone time to yourself, so you were feeling extra cheeky and decided to work on your tan by going nude.

You peeled off your swimsuit, giggling to yourself at how daring your little escapade was. You never really showed skin in public, but it was nice to have your own oasis to do so. The sun had heated the pool well and you slowly tiptoed into the warm water. Your fingers glided across the surface of water as you sank down into the shallow end. Your hair dipped into the waves and you held your breath to go under water.

Suddenly you heard a large figure plow into the waters and you opened your eyes and saw a man. Your eyes widened as big as they could under the water and you let out a scream which just created a big bubble. You pushed yourself up to the surface with your feet and wiped your hair from your face.

That's when you saw him wading in the water with the biggest grin imaginable. Chris Evans. What the hell was Chris Evans doing in your pool? And then you immediately screamed in realizing you were naked.

"Whoa!" He reacted to your screams and held his cut arms up. His tattoos were visible as he stroked his arms in stride through the water to reach you.

You quickly swam away, without thinking that your bum was bobbing up from the surface as you headed towards the steps. You were making a fool out of yourself, you thought. But seriously, what the hell? You knew your brother was a friend of a friend with his crowd, but what in the world?

He shouted for you to stop, that you didn't need to be afraid. As you approached the steps, you turned and held onto your breasts, finally able to take a breather.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" You panted as he slowly waded through the water.

His hands disappeared for a second and then he held up his drenched shorts in a fist. He arched his brow and tossed the shorts like a quarterback does with a football, landing on the grass with a thud.

"Just trying to catch up," he winked and your heart stopped.

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buckys-broody-muffin · 4 years

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Comfort

Prompt: “Hey doll. A little birdie told me I make you nervous. Is that true?” “N-n-no.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x shy!Reader

Warnings: None, just some fluff :)

Words: 645

A/N: drabble written and moodboard made for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club surprise drabble challenge and I took the Comfort prompt and combined it with a prompt sent in by @prunes-said-bucky ♥️

Friday night. You loved them.

Every Friday evening you would head to the kitchen to prepare some caramelized popcorn to take back to your room for a movie night.

You loved your cozy bedroom in the compound. String lights hung from the ceiling down your walls and wall-to- ceiling windows. Your favorite scented candles flickering around the dimmed down room.

You loved it. And tonight was no different.

The other members of the team went to the club to let loose. The party scene wasn't your taste. You would much rather stay back at the compound in your pajamas and read a book than to get all dressed up so horny men could grind all over you. Gross.

You prepared your popcorn and hummed a happy tune. You were flicking through the titles in your mind so you had some idea of what you were going to watch when you eventually got back to your room and settled down for the night. You picked up the delicious bowl of popcorn and turned around, almost dropping the sweet stuff when you collided with a muscled chest with s gasp.

How was it possible for him to walk in so quietly?

"Hey doll." Bucky smirked down at you. Your hands shook and your eyes darted all around the room. "A little birdie told me that I make you nervous. Is that true?"

You licked your lips nervously and try to catch your breath. It wasn't that you were scared of Bucky. It just didn't help that you had the biggest crush on the hunk.

His thick thighs, big biceps that you've daydreamed wrapping your fingers around. His shaggy hair that you wanted to run your fingertips through. His pecs that you wouldn't mind holding onto as he buried himself in your -

Bucky cleared his throat and cocked an eyebrow. Your heart was beating quickly in your chest and then you remembered, he asked you a question.

"Umm.... N-n-no."

"Then what were you daydreaming and drooling about huh?" He smirked. His eyes lit up mischievously.

"No-nothing." You swallowed thickly. The air around you seemed to be evaporating and it was harder to breathe.

"You having a movie night? Can I join?" He asked in a calm and collected manner.

"S-sure." You couldn't stop stuttering. And you refused to make eye contact with him.

"Great. I'll order some pizza and we can keep the popcorn for later."

***

You couldn't concentrate on the movie that was playing.

You and Bucky were sitting side by side, shoulders and thighs touching on your bed with your backs against the headboard.

The pizza was long demolished and the popcorn was in between his legs. Your hand had to get close to his crotch area to pick some of the sweet stuff up.

And if you accidentally dropped some on his jeaned crotch? He would pick it up with his own fingers and feed it to you.

And you would blush every single time.

"Am I making you uncomfortable by doing that?" He asked when it happened again.

You shook your head no and smiled.

"No it's not uncomfortable."

"Good. I'm glad. I just wanna comfort you, you know. You're such a shy, quiet girl."

A blush crawled up your neck to your cheek and you looked away from him.

"There's that shyness I adore so much." He chuckled and rubbed your warm cheek with his finger. "You're so cute."

A giggle slipped through your lips and you hid your face in your pillow. You never really knew how to accept compliments.

Bucky giggled with you and lifted the now empty bowl of popcorn to the floor next to your bed and rested his head on your back. His arm slithered its way to your tummy and he held you close.

Seeking the comfort the two of you never knew you needed until tonight.

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jewels2876 · 3 years

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Introductions - Neighbor Tom series Part One

A/N: So not only do I have photo inspiration I also worked in the Idioms challenge from the HBC, which is bolded below for @the-th-horniest-book-club

Summary: Tom has moved in next door but the two of you haven’t met...yet

Series link

Word Count: 863

Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

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“Is the lawnmower sitting outside?”

“Yes, but I don’t see him yet.”

Your best friend, Sarah, tried to push you out of the way to get a better look. “I’m jealous you can stare from your window. I would have to set up a chair in my front lawn.”

“And prove to be the stalker you are?” You chuckled as you took a sip of your coffee.

“Damn straight! If I weren’t married with kids…,” she sighed wistfully before bumping your hip with hers. “Why aren’t YOU trying to climb him like a tree, like everyone else in the neighborhood?”

The subject of your gossiping stepped out of his garage, a loose t-shirt hanging off of his lithe frame. He saw you and waved, offering you a generous smile to boot. You smiled and waved back as Sarah stared at you in awe. “Seriously?? Come on, you need to GET ON that!”

You turned away from the window for a moment, letting the fantasies run rampant in your head as you spoke. “Leave me alone! I barely know him except to say hi or wave. I’m not desperate enough to throw myself at him, like other people we know.” A few neighbors’ names crossed your mind at the comment but you held your tongue.

“Nancy and Jill have moved in for the kill.” Sarah rolled her eyes as she held the curtain back. “Wanna go rescue him?”

You turned back to the window, watching as the two mentioned neighbors held his attention, talking animatedly and brushing their hands on his arms. You watched as his gaze looked back towards you for a moment before pulling back from the two women. They seemed oblivious to his discomfort and pressed in on him. You rolled your eyes and backed away from the window, heading towards your side door, throwing caution to the wind. Sarah waved her arms over her head silently cheering, as you exited the house.

“Hi, y’all!” You plastered your best smile on and approached the group. You tried not to stare at your hot neighbor as you turned to the other women. “Nancy, Jill! Haven’t seen you guys in a while! How are the kids? Nancy, how’s Don feeling; I heard no one saw him for a few days last week.”

Nancy gave you a once-over then sniffed before turning back to your handsome neighbor. “If you ever need anything,” the words dripping from her ruby lips, “call me.” Nancy gave him a wink then trounced off, pulling Jill along with her. Your jaw hung open at the brazen implication; you rolled your eyes before turning to him.

“I’d apologize for them, but I’m not sure there’s an apology large enough to cover… well...,” you sighed. “Hi, I’m y/n. Glad to finally meet you.” Your gaze landed on his moss-green eyes and you tried not to swoon.

He stuck his hand out in greeting. “Nice to finally meet you too y/n; I’m Tom.”

Your tongue darted out to moisten your suddenly dry lips. “So what brought you to Atlanta, Tom?”

His grin was easy as your hand met his; his grip was firm yet gentle. “Acting. I’m taping a few things downtown. I fell in love with the neighborhood on a drive not that long ago. So here I am!”

Before you could think of anything clever, Sarah burst out of your side door. “Whew! I thought those two would never leave! Hi! I’m Sarah, I’m on the other side of y/n. She and I are best friends.” Sarah stuck her hand out that Tom quickly took, glancing between the two of you.

“One of my sisters is a Sarah so you will be easy to remember,” he teased, his eyes sparkling. “I hate to be rude, but I would like to get this yard into some shape before the rain starts.” He pointed to the northwest, the light grey clouds gathering.

“No problem!” you answered quickly. “It was nice to meet you; I’m sure we’ll talk again soon.”

Sarah shot Tom a quick smile. “I should get back home too; Derek is picking the kids up from soccer practice and should be home before long. See ya, Tom!” She turned to you quickly. “Drinks Saturday?” You nodded and she walked down your driveway and towards her house.

Tom chuckled and shook his head. “Does everyone around here have a big personality?”

“Not me,” you answered honestly. “Unless I’m drunk.”

“Well maybe I should join you two for drinks this weekend?” he teased. “It was lovely to meet you, y/n, and thank you for the rescue.” He started up the mower, an easy smile still plastered on his face. You smiled back and waved, heading back inside.

Just before the side door slammed shut, you turned back around to watch Tom peel off his shirt. Your breath caught as you stood there, staring at his pale torso, muscles clearly defined from his pecs to the tight v-formation just above his jean shorts. You bit your lower lip as your eyes traveled back up; you locked eyes with him and you felt your face warm in embarrassment. You waved sheepishly and let the door close. Tom chuckled to himself and started mowing.

#neighbor tom series #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston #hbc idioms challenge #hbc 24 hour surprise drabble challenge #tom hiddleston fluff #fluff #tom hiddleston series #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x y/n #th hbc

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jobean12-blog · 3 years

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Iris

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1,263

Summary: Bucky has a rough night and afterwards he needs some reassurance.

Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club 24 hour surprise drabble challenge: Inspired By Song Titles and @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Hamilton Lyric Challenge and the prompt: I’m never gonna stop from Guns and Ships. Also, my beautiful friend @nano--raptor had sent me a request for a Bucky fic based off of the song Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls so I thought it was perfect for this. I love this song and I hope you love this! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ PS I PROMISE IT ENDS HAPPY :)

Warnings: Angst at first but it’s soft and filled with love and the end is fluffy mostly and it has a happy ending! :)

“Steve. Steve!” You hear him fumbling with the doorknob and you wait with a knot in your stomach for him to open the door. He yanks it open, almost too hard, and stands there looking disheveled and half asleep. “What? What’s wrong y/n?” Your fingers hurt from wringing your hands together and your voice is hoarse from crying, “I can’t find him. I don’t know where he is.”

Steve’s forehead crinkles in worry and he takes your hand, pulling you in for a hug. “When did you see him last?” Your body shakes with your tears and Steve patiently waits while you to catch your breath. “Everything seemed fine last night. We had dinner, watched a movie and read together before bed. But then he had a nightmare. He hasn’t had one is so long. And when I woke him up, he looked so scared and broken. I thought he had gone back to sleep but when I woke up this morning he was gone.”

You can feel Steve’s shoulders sag, your own already bowed under the weight of your worry, “ok, it’s ok. I think I know where he might be.” Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand you sniffle loudly and pull Bucky’s hoodie tighter around your body. “Just gimme a minute to change.” You nod and wait on the couch. Your heart is in your throat and you try to stop your body from trembling with each breath.

“Ok. Come on.” Steve leads you out the door and onto the street. He walks fast, his arm looped through yours and his hands in his pockets. When you reach the small park Steve stops and looks down at you, his eyes soft, “he loves you. More than anything. You have to remind him that you see him for who he really is.” You squeeze his hand, “thank you Steve.” He watches you walk into the park, “call me if you need anything. I’m not far.” You wave and turn the corner, sucking in a breath when you see Bucky sitting on a bench, his head dropped low.

“Bucky?” You can barely hear yourself over the beating of your own heart but when he looks up it’s as if everything comes back into focus. He stands and starts to move toward you, his long legs making the trip short as you launch yourself into his open arms. He holds you so tightly to his chest you can’t breathe but this time it doesn’t feel like you’re dying, it feels like home.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He says it over and over and you hold onto him like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. “I shouldn’t have left. I’m just scared. I’m still broken. I can’t lose you.” You can feel his large body shake with emotion and your heart breaks all over again. “Bucky. I love you. I love you more than anything in world. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”

He walks you to the bench and sits down, pulling you into his lap, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I want to be everything you need but I’m afraid people will think I’m not good enough. They only see me as one thing.” The tears that fall from his eyes match your own and you touch his face, brushing the stubble that lines his cheeks before gently running your thumb along his lips. “I see you Bucky. I see every piece of you, and I know who you are.” Your hand slides down his neck and rests against his chest, over his beating heart.

His metal hand covers yours, his thunderous heartbeat slowly becoming steadier, “I don’t wanna go home yet. Can we stay a bit longer?” Your lips touch his in a barely there kiss, your eyes locked on his, “I want to be wherever you are Bucky. You’re all I need.” His lips are warm when they meet yours, his hand curling into your hair and tugging you closer. “Bucky, I love you. I’m never gonna stop.”

Resting his forehead to yours he lets the words sink in and wash over him. When his eyes meet yours again, they look clearer and more alive. “Thank you. Thank you for loving me.” Your brush the hair away from his face and cradle his jaw, stroking your fingers along his cheek, “that’s all I want to do.” He leans into your touch and closes his eyes before he kisses the palm of your hand and curls his own around it.

You sit quietly, just breathing in each other and letting the world melt away. It isn’t until you hear the loud bark of a dog that you lift your head, smiling when a large fluff of white bounds toward you. The dog’s tail is wagging a mile a minute and Bucky reaches out to pet her, quickly pulling his hand back when he realizes it’s his metal one. You take his wrist and pull him forward, letting the dog sniff it. The dog’s nose wiggles this way and that before she nudges her head under Bucky’s hand for pets.

Bucky beams and scratches behind the dog’s ears, laughing when she positions her butt between his legs for more pets. “She definitely likes you.” A young man comes rushing over, panting and trying to catch his breath, “I’m so sorry guys! She loves the park and got away from me in her excitement.” You smile brightly and notice he’s wearing a shirt from the animal rescue nearby. “Oh, it’s no problem. She’s an absolute sweetheart! I think she loves my boyfriend.”

Bucky gives your waist a little squeeze and continues petting the dog. “I can see that. It’s great because to be honest she’s been really shy around most men, so this is really good.” It’s hard to tell who’s happier and you ask, “is she available for adoption?” The guy nearly bursts with joy, vigorously shaking his head yes. Bucky looks up, first at you, your eyes excited and hopeful, then to Winter. “Want to take a walk?” You jump off his lap with a squeal and the volunteer hands Bucky the leash, “she’s a great girl. I can tell you more about her while we head back.”

You walk hand in hand with Bucky, listening to Winter’s story and how she came to the rescue. You can tell Bucky is smitten and Winter clearly reciprocates the feeling. His shoulders seem lifted and his smile is genuine. When you reach the rescue Bucky pauses, handing the leash back to the volunteer, “can you give us minute please?” Winter whines but goes inside and Bucky takes your hands in his. Holding your finger to his lips you quickly speak, “before you say anything I just want you to know that dogs are an excellent judge of character.” Bucky smiles and dips his head, “I know. “I just. I need to say this. I love you. You’ve found parts of me that I didn’t know existed and in you I found a love I no longer believed was real.”

It’s hard for you to find the words to respond, your eyes now wet with fresh tears, so you kiss him and hope that all you’re feeling comes through with it. When you finally pull away for a breather, Bucky’s eyes are still closed and he brushes his nose against yours, his whispered “thank you,” telling you everything you need to know. Later that afternoon, you make your way back home, now a family of three.

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hannahshattuck · 3 years

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Comfort

Pairing: Destroyer!Chris x Reader

A/N: A prompt sent into @the-ss-horniest-book-club that I combined with the 24 hour challenge “Comfort”. The prompt from the challenge will be in bold. Italics is a flashback. Send in an Ask or DM to be part of my Taglist or a request. Enjoy!

Warnings: PTSD, flashback of a car accident, descriptions of injuries, anxiety attack, comfort, emotional

Chris is taking you out to dinner and you really wanted to go but your mental state didn’t want you to do anything. The whole day has been cold and raining off and on. You used to love the rain until that one night.

You grabbed a sweater and black pants to wear out of your closet and put them on. You went and stood in front of the full length mirror. Turning to look at your left side you couldn’t help but stare at the scar that runs down the side of your neck. You felt numb as you continued to looked at it and your vision started to blur at the edges.

“Hey.” You jumped when hands were softly placed on your shoulders. “Oh I’m sorry. I thought you heard me come in.”

Your vision started to clear as you saw Chris in the mirror with a smile on his face.

“It’s okay. I zoned out.” You turned to look at him.

He gently traced the scar with the tip of his finger. “It’s looking better.” You hummed in acknowledgment and walked out of the bedroom.

You got your shoes on, grabbed your purse and waited for Chris at the front door. You fiddled with the strap of your purse while waiting. The restaurant was a good walk but doable even with weather but it would be quicker by car, which you still were anxious around.

Chris came jogging down the hallway. “Okay. Ready?” You nodded a small smile on your face. “Do you want to walk or drive? Don’t push yourself if you don’t think you can do it.” Chris rubbed up and down your shoulders.

“Can we walk? I don’t think I’m ready just yet.” You looked down at the floor ashamed. “I’m sorry.” Your voice cracked.

“Hey. It’s okay, love.” Chris pulled you into a hug. “Walking might do me some good anyway. Been having one too many beers lately.”

You pulled back with small smile on your face. Chris stepped back and held his hand out for you to take. The two of you stepped out the front door, with your coats of course, and started the walk to the restaurant.

About 10 minutes later, you made it to the restaurant. Chris and yourself walked up to the hostess and said you had a reservation. She found it and led the two of you to a table near the back but also near a big window.

Chris pulled your chair, “For m’lady.” You giggled and rolled your eyes but thanked him. He sat across from you and smiled before picking up the menu in front of him. Your cheeks heated up as you picked up the menu in front of you.

While trying to figure out what to eat a sound caught your attention and made you drop your menu which knocked over the glass of water. Chris looked at you and could tell you were in your head.

“Babe? Baby?” Chris got out of his chair and knelt beside you. “Sweetheart. You’re here with me.” You could barely hear him. Your mind was elsewhere.

You were driving home from a friend’s house after a little get together with other people you know. It started to rain but nothing that wasn’t unusual for where you live. You drove cautiously knowing other drivers wouldn’t. The rain fell harder making it harder to see. You slowed down wanting to make it home safe.

A car was speeding down the road and lost traction which caused them to crash into you. Your car spun, hit a curb, and rolled over multiple times. The seatbelt cut into your neck. Glass cut up your hands and arms. You tried to get out of the car but didn’t have the strength before you passed out from pain.

You woke up in the hospital to Chris by your side and IVs in your arms. Chris told you that not only did the seatbelt cut into your neck but metal from the car cut you very close to your jugular vein. After a few days in the hospital you went home. When you got to Chris’s car you had a panic attack so bad that the nurses had to sedate you so you didn’t hurt yourself.

“Hey. Baby. C’mon. I need you to look at me. Look at me, focus on me - just breathe.” Chris was on the verge of pleading. A few people came over to see if he needed help but he just brushed them off keeping his focus on you. He kept on hand in your arm and one on your knee coaxing you back to reality.

You gasped for a breath as you came back. You looked around seeing people at other tables watching you. Chris was kneeling on the floor next to you looking up at you with concern in his eyes. You felt your eyes well up with tears.

“I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to. I just heard tires squealing and...and...” Your voice trailed off as you grabbed at Chris.

“Hey it’s okay. I heard it too. Do you want to stay or get home? It’s up to you. We can even get the food to go if you wanted.” Chris cupped the side of your face wiping the tears that rolled down your cheeks.

“Can we go home?” You asked quietly. Chris nodded.

“Do you want to get food here?” He asked. You shook your head. “Okay. We can order something when we get home.”

A waitress came over to see if you two needed anything. Chris answered as he helped you stand and wrapped an arm around your waist. He thanked the waitress and the hostess as you two left.

You two made the walk home, your legs shaking the whole time. Chris stopped a few times to make sure you were still alright. The moment he walked you in the door he took you to the bedroom and helped you change into a sweatshirt of his and leggings.

Chris walked you to the couch and sat down pulling you into his lap. You cuddled close to him and he got his phone.

“Pizza, Chinese, or Mediterranean?”

“Chinese please. Can we get soup too?”

Chris kissed the top of your head. “Of course darling.” He ordered the food and let you know how long it would be. You continued to cuddle into him thinking about the evenings events.

“I’m sorry I ruined the night.” You hid your face in his chest.

Chris rubbed your back, “No you didn’t honey. You didn’t. You can’t control when anything happens. You didn’t ruin anything. We just take it one step at a time. That’s all we do.”

Chris rubbed your back while the two of you waited for the food to be delivered. Once the food was delivered, Chris doled out the food and turned on one of the shows you two watch.

Even though the night didn’t go as Chris planned he couldn’t complain. He got to spend the night with his girl in his arms. Chris made a vow to you the moment you woke up that he would help you whenever you needed him and he wasn’t going go back on that when things got tough.

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nano--raptor · 3 years

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Two Birds with One Stone

Pairing: Professor Charles Blackwood x College TJ Hammond

Words: 600

Warnings: Professor/Student relationship, smut, sex, anal sex, handjob, dirty talk, praise, cursing, TJ is mid 20s’s and Charles is mid-late 30’s.

A/N: Written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club for the Idioms Challenge theme day! This is inspired by the idiom: Killing two birds with one stone - Meaning: Accomplishing two different tasks in the same undertaking.

This is also a follow up to On Time Arrangement, and while it isn’t a direct continuation, it’s the same au. Give it a read if you’d like, and thank you for reading this one!

Divider by @firefly-graphics

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TJ groaned, the edge of the desk digging into his hips as he lay, bent over it, just as Professor Blackwood jerked forward, bottoming out inside him.

“So tight for me,” Charles purred in his ear, making TJ whimper and drop his forehead to the desk. Charles gripped the back of his neck and rocked his hips, slowly pulling out, then pushed all the way in again. He picked up a steady pace, fucking TJ good, so good, he was one of the best TJ’d ever had. He was addicted. He couldn’t help it. He tried to concentrate, tried to do well in Blackwood’s class, but all he could usually think about was being on his knees for this man, or being bent over this very desk, with Charles’ thick cock stretching him out.

“Love when I use you like this, don’t you? You’ll do anything to get my cock. I see you up there, trying to be the best student, the most attentive. Well,” Charles said, driving deeper and making TJ whine. “You definitely pay attention, don’t you sweetheart? Remembering what I like, making me feel so good. So. Fucking. Good.”

Charles’ words were punctuated by his thrusts, and TJ knew he was close, could feel him twitch, feel him push deeper, harder, until Charles groaned and stilled above him, his fingers digging into TJ’s hips as his release spilled inside. TJ groaned with him, his cock painfully hard, and he gasped when Charles reached around to wrap his hand around him, squeezing and stroking him. TJ’s hips bucked forward, rutting into Charles’ hand while his professor stroked him firmly, squeezing the head just right and mumbling filthy things into his ear.

“You’re so hard baby, so responsive, I love how you fall apart for me like this.” TJ whimpered again and he could feel the vibrations as Charles hummed, probably smirking at just how easy TJ was for him. “You wanna come? You want me to make you feel good and let you come?” TJ nodded, clutching the desk, squeezing his eyes shut, his heart pounding in his ears; he wanted to come so badly. “What was that?” Charles teased. “I didn’t hear you.”

“Yes sir!” TJ wailed, and Charles stroked him harder, faster, purring in his ear again.

“Good boy.” The two words that made TJ weak, and he gasped, his orgasm crashing into him as the praise pushed him over the edge. He came with a groan, his body shuddering and trembling beneath Charles’ as he pressed him down onto the desk, and Charles hummed again before releasing him, and slowly pulling out. TJ sagged against the desk, trying to catch his breath, before grabbing a tissue to clean himself up. When he turned around, Charles was doing up his belt, walking around the desk to sit in his chair on the other side. TJ did the same, sitting in the chair across from him with a sigh, feeling completely fucked out. He smoothed out his hair and straightened his shirt, as Charles smirked, holding TJ’s gaze with a look that still made him shiver. TJ knew he was a slut for this man, but he couldn’t help it. Not when Charles was that smooth, that sexy, that good at fucking him. He knew Charles liked it too, and he’d keep coming back as long as Charles would have him. TJ blinked slowly as Charles’ voice washed over him, pulling him out of his thoughts.

“Now that we’ve got the real reason for your visit out of the way, let’s talk about that paper of yours.”

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buckstaybucky · 4 years

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Pamper Your Bucky

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky has always pampered you in the past and now it’s time to return the favor.

Warnings: NONE lotsa fluff though :)

Word count: More than 100 and hopefully less than 500.

Author’s Notes: Moodboard and little Drabble for @the-ss-horniest-book-club’s Pamper Your Man Drabble challenge ❤️

It’s been a long week. Mission here and there for Bucky. He hasn’t been home much, usually he caught a quick nap at the compound and got right back to work again. But he called you earlier to let you know he’d be home tonight.

His voice sounded tired, exhausted mentally and physically. It always did when he didn’t get much sleep.

You’d already prepared a hot bubble bath with his favorite scent and lit some scented candles in the bathroom. The light was off to create a relaxing atmosphere.

Tonight would be about Bucky. He’s treated you with the same love and attention in the past, now he deserved some pampering too.

Right on cue, Bucky walked in the front door and toed off his combat boots and threw his jacket over the coat stand.

“Hi honey!” You greeted, pecking his lips when he walked like a zombie over to you. He greeted you back with a half smile. His usual bright blue eyes were dull in color. “Take off your clothes. There’s a hot bath ready for you.” You told him, his eyes narrowing towards the door.

“In the bathroom?” He asked somewhat confused.

You rolled your eyes playfully and chuckled. “No honey. See while you were gone I moved the bathtub into the kitchen.” Your tone sarcastic. Bucky laughed, oh how you missed that sound. He pinched your butt and pecked your lips.

“Still sarcastic I see. Thanks doll, I’ll see you in a bit.” He said, already halfway towards the bathroom. The scent hit him in the face as soon as he entered. It was his favorite, you remembered.

This was only the beginning. You had the whole evening planned out; Back To The Future, homemade hot chocolate with marshmallows, a back massage and finally, some quiet reading in bed and then cuddles.

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the-ss-horniest-book-club · 3 years

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HBC Theme Day Across All 4 Blogs - Idioms

Sebastian Stan Characters HBC, Chris Evans HBC, Tom Hiddleston HBC and Marvel HBC are all participating in this collaborative challenge!

Rules For 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.

Please use the tag #hbc idioms challenge

Prompts:

A dime a dozen - Meaning: Something that is very common, not unique

Adding insult to injury -Meaning: To make a bad situation even worse

Beat around the bush - Meaning: Avoid sharing your true viewpoint or feelings because it is uncomfortable

Beating a dead horse - Meaning: Giving time or energy to something that is ended or over

Bite the bullet - Meaning: To get an unfavorable situation or chore over with now because it will need to get finished eventually

Best of both worlds - Meaning: The choice or solution has all of the advantages of two contrasting things at the same time

Biting off more than you can chew - Meaning: Not having the capacity to take on a new assignment or task that is just too taxing

Blessing in disguise - Meaning: A good thing that initially seemed bad

By the skin of your teeth - Meaning: Just barely making it

Don’t judge a book by its cover - Meaning: Not judging something by its initial appearance

Doing something at the drop of a hat - Meaning: Doing something at the moment of being asked

Don’t count your chickens before they hatch - Meaning: Not to count on something happening until after it’s already happened

Caught between a rock and a hard place - Meaning: Making a choice between two unpleasant choices

Costs an arm and a leg - Meaning: Something that is overpriced or very expensive

Cutting corners - Meaning: Not performing a task or duty correctly in order to save time or money

Devil’s advocate - Meaning: To take the side of the counter-argument, or offer an alternative point of view

Feeling under the weather - Meaning: Not feeling well, or feeling sick

Fit as a fiddle - Meaning: Being in good health

Getting a taste of your own medicine - Meaning: Being treated the way that you have been treating others

Getting a second wind - Meaning: Having energy again after being tired

Giving the benefit of the doubt - Meaning: Believing someone’s story without proof even though it may seem unbelievable

Giving someone the cold shoulder - Meaning: Ignoring someone

Going on a wild goose chase - Meaning: Doing something that is pointless

Heard it on the grapevine - Meaning: Hearing rumors about someone or something

Hitting the nail on the head - Meaning: Performing a task with exactness

Killing two birds with one stone - Meaning: Accomplishing two different tasks in the same undertaking

Letting someone off the hook - Meaning: Not holding someone responsible for something

Letting the cat out of the bag - Meaning: Sharing information that was intended to be a secret

No pain, no gain - Meaning: You have to work hard in order to see results

On the ball - Meaning: Doing a good job, being prompt, or being responsible

Once in a blue moon - Meaning: Something that doesn’t happen very often

Piece of cake - Meaning: A task or job that is easy to complete

Pulling someone’s leg - Meaning: Joking with someone

Speak of the devil - Meaning: When the person you have just been talking about arrives

Stealing someone’s thunder - Meaning: To take attention away from someone by doing or sharing something before that person can do so

Straight from the horse’s mouth - Meaning: Reading or hearing something from the source

The last straw - Meaning: The last difficulty or annoyance that makes the entire situation unbearable

The elephant in the room - Meaning: An issue, person, or problem that someone is trying to avoid

Throwing caution to the wind - Meaning: Being reckless or taking a risk

Your guess is as good as mine - Meaning: To not know something

If you want to do headcanons/moodboards/art instead, PLEASE DO and tag us/DM the link! Have fun playing!

Love, The Smutty Librarians of the HBC 📚

@the-ss-horniest-book-club @the-ce-horniest-book-club @the-th-horniest-book-club @the-marvel-horniest-book-club

#hbc idioms challenge #hbc 24 hour surprise drabble challenge

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aliceaddellheidde · 3 years

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Worst week

A/N: This one is for HBC 24 hours surprise drabble challenge by @the-ss-horniest-book-club

THEME: Conversations with a stranger.

WORDS: 869

WARNINGS: bad language, screaming, crying, angst a bit

PAIRING: Bucky Barnes x reader (angst,fluff)

DISCLAIMER: English isn´t my first language.

Pic stolen from here.

Bucky was watching her dancing, light reflecting from her long silver dress. From his spot next to a bar he could see her mesmerizing smile, her shining skin and her long hair moving like silk wave when she moved. She was beautiful as far as he could say because of mask on her face.

„Man, if you will stare her even more she will have hole in head.” Sam laughed next to him and drank from his glass. „Shut up.” Bucky hated Stark´s parties and Sam was not helping. „Hey, I´m just messing. Go and ask her for a dance.” „She's always taken.” „Night is still young my friend. You have nothing to loose.” With that Sam took hand of his girlfriend and walked back to dance floor. Bucky still couldn’t believe that Sam found someone. He was annoying little shit and yet Gabriele thought he’s amazing. Bucky looked away from them and his eyes automatically found her again.

She was dancing with different guy now but it seemed like he was too touchy. She pushed him slightly away from herself but he didn’t budge. Bucky stood up and quickly walked her direction.

He was right next to her when one dancing couple bumped into him and she moved the other way. He heard ripping sound and in next moment his beautiful girl was screaming at him. „Oh for fuck sake! Can´t you be more careful?! I swear this party is full of dumb idiots!” She picked her torn skirt and almost run away. Few people around him stopped dancing and were watching him. He lifted piece of fabric from floor, walking to table with food and punch.

He approached her carefully this time. „Hi.” he smiled sheepishly. She turned to him with blank expression. „I'm sorry for the dress.” „You should be. It wasn’t cheap.” She wanted to pour punch in glass when he had same idea. To his luck his leg slipped on wet spot on the floor and his arm hit bowl and it flew in air and its sticky content landed on her, completely drenching her. She had tears in eyes and ran towards elevators. Bucky´s heart was pounding and he rather didn’t looked around himself and went after her. She was still standing there, holding herself and Bucky heard muffled sobs.

She heard him and turned away. „Don´t. Just let me be!” „I can´t. I want to apologize. I´m big mess around you. Can I do something to make you to forgive me?” She shook her head. „Please?” She sighted and sat down on near bench.

„I have to admit I was not very nice to you. I just didn’t have good week, you know? On Monday some idiot spilled coffee on me, didn’t say sorry. On Wednesday biker splashed me when he drove like someone was chasing him and puddles were everywhere. And oh Thursday! On Thursday I was rescuing puppies. It´s my job. And then from somewhere Bucky fucking Barnes came and was like: „Ma'am, I´m sorry but you have to leave. It´s dangerous here.” in his serious tone. I was arguing with him because I had to save puppies but he didn’t listen so I ran for them. I still have few scratches when he was protecting me. He's idiot I tell you that. But he´s still my favourite Avenger and I know he was doing his job but so was I! And yesterday I almost burned my apartment down. And now look at me.” she sniffled.

Bucky was stunned. And mortified. „I'm sorry doll for all that.” „Why? It wasn't your doing.” „Actually yes. It was.” He took down his mask and her eyes widened. „You douchebag! What have I done that fate did all those things to me? And you caused them!” „I said I´m sorry!” „Fuck you! You ruined my whole week and I bet this was meant to be great finale! Congratulations.” „Do you hear yourself? I said I´m fucking sorry! What more you want?” „Let me fucking be!” „Fine!”

She was crying now and when elevator came she quickly walked in. Bucky surprisingly right after her. He hugged her and she let him even when she punched him in chest. He almost didn’t feel it. „F.R.I.D.A.Y. take us to private quarters.” „Sure sergeant Barnes.” „What are you doing?” „You really think I would let you walk away like this? It´s least I can do for all your troubles.”

They walked to his room. „Take shower. I will prepare clean clothes for you.” „Thank you Bucky.” She left and he ran to party and took few things.

When she came back, room was dimmed, TV on. „Fancy some cheeseburgers, champagne, cake and movie?” Now she was beaming like small kid. „I´ll give you privacy.”

Bucky took shower and when he walked into his room again she was already sitting on his bed. „I don’t even know your name.” he chuckled. „Oh shite.” she laughed. „Y/N.” „Beautiful name for beautiful girl.” She flushed and made room for him. „Thank you again Bucky.” „It´s nothing doll face.” He hugged her and she lied her head on his chest. „Best night of this week.”

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bugsbucky · 4 years

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DITTO

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are on a mission and forced to share the king sized bed. Which wouldn’t usually have been a problem if you and Bucky didn’t hate each other’s guts.

Warnings: teasing, flirting, possibly some sexual tension, enemies to lovers, language, foreplay, implied smut.

Word Count: 1,651 (ooops)

Authors Notes: this is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club 24 Hour Surprise Drabble in collaboration with @the-ce-horniest-book-club / @the-th-horniest-book-club and @the-mcu-horniest-book-club. Today’s theme was Tropes and I picked There’s Only One Bed and Enemies To Lovers from the list! Hope you enjoy ❤️

“Oh yeah baby. A king size bed just for me!” You squealed in delight as you face planted into the soft mattress.

“You mean, a king size bed just for us?” Bucky mumbled setting his duffel bag down and toeing off his combat boots.

It was a long trip, Upstate New York to California for the weekend. Okay, well maybe it wasn’t that long but it seemed that way because you were stuck with Barnes the whole time.

Tony needed you and Barnes to come here and work undercover, to retrieve some information from club members about some illegal trade of hydra weapons, or something like that. You weren’t really sure since whenever Tony started to talk, your ears closed up most of the time.

But you couldn’t deny the gorgeous ocean view from the rented condo Tony had found. The french doors were opened, the ocean breeze swooping throughout the condo. It was obviously a step up from the grotty motel room you found yourself staying in just a week ago.

“No Mr Barnes. This is my bed. That’s your bed.” You wagged your finger to the floor and Bucky scoffed, stepping in front of you with his big arms folded over that ridiculous buff chest of his.

“I’m not a dog Y/N. I don’t give a fuck if you like it or not but I am sleeping in this bed with you tonight. Feel free to take the floor, I don’t mind.” He grinned and if it wasn’t for your phone ringing, you might have knocked that grin off his face.

“What is it Tony?!” You snapped unintentionally. Bucky laughed and started to unpack his duffel bag as if to piss you off even more and make a point that he was staying in here tonight.

In your dreams you handsome, gorgeous asshole.

“Whoa there. Who took a shit in your bed? Anyway I have an update. I need you and Barnes at the club by 7PM sharp.” Tony gave the orders and you rolled your eyes, flipping Bucky off when you saw he was laying on his side of the bed.

“Yes boss.” You sassed and threw your phone at Bucky. “Get off the fucking bed and get dressed.” You ordered, grabbing your own clothes and storming into the bathroom. You slammed the door shut and groaned when Bucky yelled through the door.

“YES BOSS. Right away BOSS.” His voice was muffled behind the door and it might have been pointless but you flipped him off once again.

“I hate that fucking guy.” You muttered, turning the jet shower on. You just hoped there would be free food at the party.

***

The mission was a success. You’re not sure how you and Barnes managed to keep it together for so long without being down each other’s throats, but you did and it paid off.

You got the information you were looking for recorded on a small device that was strapped to your thigh. Now it meant you could enjoy the next couple of days relaxing, grabbing a sun tan and avoiding Barnes as much as possible.

“I’m really surprised you didn’t act like such a fucking brat tonight doll.” Bucky complimented as he took his suit off.

“I’m surprised you didn’t wedge your head up your ass.” You retorted as you undressed and changed into your comfy pyjamas. You couldn’t wait to sleep in your king size bed tonight. Your comment earned a snort from the man who just loved the tease and piss you off. It was his mission, it just didn’t matter what he was doing, he would always find a way to squeeze in a moment to annoy you.

“Yeah well, the only thing that did go up my ass was my boxers. I hate wedgies.” He chuckled and you wondered for a moment if he was testing you. He slipped his slacks off and threw them on the chair in the corner of the room and pulled the duvet cover back.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? I told you this was my bed.” You walked around to his side of the bed with your hands on your hips and your jaw gaped open as he proceeded to make himself as comfortable as fucking possible.

“Look. We’re not fucking five, we’re mature adults and the bed is big enough for both of us. Stop acting like a spoiled princess and get into bed and sleep.”

“No. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I just did now get into bed before I throw you on the mattress and sleep on top of you.” He warned, pulling the duvet back when you refused to budge. “I’ll fucking do it.”

“I don’t care.” You muttered and dropped your gaze to your feet.

“What?”

“You know what.” Bucky swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rested his palms on his -holy shit- muscled thighs that you just noticed. The man has been holding out on you. “If you wanna sleep on the floor, be my guest.” He smirked.

“If you hate me I don’t know why you’re trying to so hard to get me into bed with you.” You scoffed and shook your head. You turned away but his hand reached out and grabbed your wrist, gently pulling you back.

“I don’t hate you. You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, you just annoy me which I thought was why you hated me.”

“I annoy you because you hate me and keep calling me an asshole.”

“I call you an asshole because you-”

“Shut up and come ‘ere. This could go on all night and I’m dead tired.”

“No I’m not done yet. So you were- AH!” You squealed as Bucky hoisted you up over his shoulder and threw you on the mattress as he promised earlier. You bounced and giggled, the feeling being similar to jumping on an 8ft trampoline. Bucky also kept his other promise and climbed on top of you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You giggled up at him. His large hands took your smaller ones and held them above your head. His hips slipped between your now open legs like a piece of jigsaw puzzle.

“I told you that if you weren’t going to get into bed that I’d throw you on it and sleep on top of you. I’m a man of my word doll. Now goodnight.” He pecked your lips quickly and shifted around to find a comfortable position.

Of course as he was moving his hips, his clothed member was becoming hard and kept rutting against your core. You sighed softly, your legs wrapping around his waist on their own accord.

Bucky’s face was buried in your neck, breathing in the delicious scent you showered yourself in earlier during your shower. His teeth gently grazed the skin, biting and sucking to leave a mark.

“Bucky- what the hell are we doing?” You whispered against his ear. His hair curtained his face but you could see the once blue orbs had changed into a lustful shade of black.

“I don’t know doll. But I really don’t hate you, never have and never will. It’s quite the opposite actually.” His cheeks were dusted in a cute shade of pink as those black orbs locked onto yours.

“Ditto.” Your blush matched his, a low growl from your lips when his tip unintentionally knocked against your clit.

Bucky’s tongue darted out to wet his dry lips before he lowered them to yours. They were soft and warm.

Your lips parted and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in and fight for dominance. His non-bionic hand travelled under your sleep shirt and cupped your soft breast. His thumb and forefinger pinched your hardening nipple, eliciting a soft moan from you in response.

“Are you sure you want this? Once I stop I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.” He panted, his minted breath fanned in your face.

“I’m sure Buck.” Those three words was all it took for Bucky to move his lips from your lips to your throat and down to the swells of your breasts. He pulled off your top, throwing it into the corner of the room somewhere as he continued his journey.

His lips found your nipples, kissing, gently biting and sucking. Your moans grew louder and your panties became more soaked by each passing second.

Once he gave both breasts attention, he continued kissing down your stomach, nipping and sucking any bits of skin his teeth could grip. He was marking you and that thought turned you on even more.

He settled between your legs, a wet patch on the front of your cotton panties giving away just how aroused you were. His fingers hooked on each side of the waistband and slowly peeled them down your legs.

He licked his lips when he was faced with his prize; your glorious wet pussy. Your juices had seeped from your entrance and dripped to the inner side of your thighs.

Bucky kissed his way up your legs, taking his sweet time and giving both legs his full attention just like he did with your breasts.

He looked up through hooded eyes and watched as you were moaning impatiently and squirming under his touches and kisses. You were this wet and he didn’t even fuck you yet. He decided he had teased you enough and pressed a light kiss to your mound.

“Are you sure doll?” He asked for a second time. You hugged out impatiently and propped yourself up on your elbows.

“Bucky. If you do not fuck me right now I will personally tear off your dick and fuck myself with it. Under- ohhh.” You moaned as his tongue delved between your lips, finally putting his tongue on the sensitive nub you’ve been desperate for.

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