#hbc drabble all day friday

[yuyungi]

Drunk drabble prompt: "I'm dying of horniness over here" sent by @definitelybuckybarnes

Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: this is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club 's 1k celebration week! I hope I did okay!! I know I'm late with posting.

Warnings: none. Hints of sex.

Bucky hasn't stopped staring at you the entire night. The way your dress hugged your body perfectly, and how beautiful you looked while you laughing and talking to Wanda and Nat. He was completely mesmerised by you.

If it wasn't for you guys wanting to keep your relationship secret, Bucky would of walked up to you, pulled you in for a hot demanding kiss before dragging you up to his room so he could show you how turned on you've made him.

Bucky felt an elbow hit his arm which stopped his mind from wondering. Bucky looked back towards Sam and Steve, who were both giving him a knowing look.

"Mate just go over there already, you're practically drooling over her" chuckled Sam.

"What are you talking about?" Bucky tried to play off the obvious, before downing the rest of his scotch.

"It's pretty clear you've got a thing for Y/N, Buck.", Steve chimed in.

"I don't know what you two are on about", Bucky said defensively. "I'm going to get another drink, you guys want anything?" he asked, completely changing the subject. Both shook their heads no in response, so with that Bucky walked off towards the bar.

Bucky sat down on one of the stools while sporting another scotch in his hand. Staring at the scotch while swirling it around the glass, he was trying anything to get you off his mind. He took at sip before looking to see who just sat down next to him.

"Hey" you said with a little smile before ordering another cocktail.

"Heya doll" Bucky replied after taking another sip.

"What's on that beautiful mind of yours, Buck" you asked with a worried look.

Bucky leant over to you and whispered, "Nothing, just thinking about how good you look tonight and how I want to rip that dress from your body, and how I want to take you right here right now."

You blushed and laughed at his sudden outburst. Biting your lip, you rested your hand on his thigh, knowing it just spurs him on even more.

"God, Y/N.. I'm dying of horniness over here, and this isn't helping." Bucky mumbled.

Leaning over to him so he could feel your shallow hot breath against his neck, you whispered "why don't you take me up to your room and show me how horny you are... daddy".

With that Bucky gulped the rest of his scotch down before taking your hand and escorting you secretly out of the party.

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[ikaris-whore]

For A Week.

18+ Under the Cut Please.

Pairing: Dayton White X Reader

Prompt: From Daddy D himself, I hope you enjoy it @definitelydaytonwhite 😘

@the-ss-horniest-book-club 1k Celebration we are writing drabbles all day long.

Being a racer’s girlfriend was a thrill until it came time for big races. Dayton would always follow a strict diet and abstain from sex the week before to keep his head clear. You tried to help him with both, although keeping your hands off him for a whole week was a difficult task. This time you decided that you weren’t going to hold back.

You teased him in little ways at first; walking around with his shirt on and nothing else while you made him breakfast in the morning, pulling your hair up when ever he was home to expose your neck that place he loved to nip and kiss, leaning in to whisper trivial things in his ear just so he could feel your hot breath on his skin and your lips brush his cheek.

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Then you got a little more creative. The two of you had an event to go to and you found the perfect dress a few days before. It had a very low cat back exposing your spine to him and a small part of your tattoo on your side you knew he loved so much. When you walked out of the closet in it he looked up at you, growled, and palmed himself. It was then you knew your little plan was working. You made sure to emphasize the sway of your hips as you walked out of the room leaving him there to finish getting himself under control and ready.

He caught you by the arm as you got to the doorway leaning into your space in a deep, dark voice warning you “Don’t think I am not seeing what you’re doing this week, sweetheart. Keep it up and after the race you’ll regret it.” You looked up at him coyly, subtly biting your bottom lip, “Is that a promise” you paused before adding the last part of your sentence with a smirk “Daddy?” you said sweetly, knowing what it would do to him. He let go of your arm with a huff and returned to put his shoes on before leaving for the event.

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On another day you decided to wear your thigh high leather boots with short shorts and one of his favorite lacy tops of yours to one of his practices. As if the sight of that wasn’t enough to drive him wild as he replayed the moments in his head from the previous times you had worn them, when you got home you sat down on the edge of the bed. You watched him through your long hair that had fallen over your face as you bent over to slowly unzip them to take them off. As you finished one and then the other, you flipped your hair to see him turning and muttering something under his breath.

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On your last day you went for the kill. You shot him a text with a picture as you touched yourself in the bedroom. You played up your moaning, knowing he was with in ear shot. You heared him loudly curse and walk out of the house, an engine started up and the noise quieted as he disappeared down the street. You sent him another text after you finished. “What, Daddy can’t handle not being the one to make those sounds come from me?” You didn’t hear back from him until he climbed into bed for a good nights rest. You decided you needed to let him have the night so he could have a good race.

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It was race day. You were down in the pits to give Dayton his ritual good luck kiss, before his race. He warned you before leaning in for it “If I lose today, it’s on you for being a bad girl this week. You will be punished.” You grinned at his warning asking “But what if you win, D?”  He chuckled darkly “You’ll still get punished.”

You gave him his good luck kiss and headed to your seats to watch the race. You were always nervous watching him move in and out of the small spaces as he made his way to the front to claim his victory. After the race you met him in the pits. He stalked to you hair ruffled from his helmet, cover alls half off and tied around his waist. He grabbed your arm walking you to one of the more secluded places in the area.

He turned you around to face the wall pushing you against it. “Congrats on the victory D” You sneered. “No thanks to you sweetheart. Being Daddy’s Bad girl all week. Teasing him when he couldn’t touch you.” He said as he slid your dress up your hips exposing your ass to him. “I never touched you, how could I have teased you?” you asked. “You know exactly how, now daddy has to punish you.” He growled as his hand made contact with a SMACK. Your body jerked and he pushed you harder against the wall, as he landed three more. Each one harder than the one before leaving your ass red to match his cover-alls. He turned you around to face him letting your skirt fall in the process. As you did you glanced down to see his cover-alls were already pulled down further, his hard cock leaking, waiting.

“Now, be a good girl and suck Daddy’s cock.” He said as he brushed his thumb on your cheek. You fell to your knees and licked him base to tip, teasing his slit with your tongue. “Don’t be a tease, wrap those lips around it.” He warned. You did as he said and took him in your mouth, as he pushed himself further in and moving in and out at a furious pace he groaned “Daddy’s gonna torment you like you did me all week. You won’t be able to come for a week, see how you like it.” You muffled a “Yes, Daddy” around his cock, the vibration causing him to cum spilling down your throat.

You popped off him and swallowed, looking up at him and licking the side of your lips to catch the small amount that escaped. He picked you back up off the ground and pushed you against the wall with a searing kiss, pulling away only when the two of you were interrupted by his crew chief clearing his throat.

[the-ss-horniest-book-club]

HBC 1k Celebration Week Day 5 Masterlist

Friday 8-9-19 - Drabble Day! Since Drunk Drabbles are a cornerstone of the HBC, we’ll have a whole day for drabbling - sober leading to not-so-much. 

18+ FOR ALL

Give Me Your Lap by @marvelous-meggi (Clumby!Seb x Reader)

America’s Ass by @stuck-y-together (Stucky x Reader)

Home by @spacemansam (Bucky x Reader)

For A Week by @marvelous-meggi (Dayton x Reader)

You, Me, And The Stars by @jewelofwinter (High School AU Lance Tucker x Charles Blackwood)

Celebration Party by @eurynome827 (Dayton x Reader plus surprise guest)

Wreck Me by @stuck-y-together (Ducky)

Professor by @eurynome827 (Professor!Bucky x Reader)

Strapped by @stuck-y-together (Dayton x Reader)

Sweet Awakenings by @beckzorz (Bucky x f!Reader)

Verbal Sparring by @beckzorz (Lance Tucker, Bucky x Reader)

“You’ve been a bad girl, kitten!” by @buckmesideways22 (Charles Blackwood x Reader)

Carter by @buckmesideways22 (Carter Baizen x Reader)

The Couch by @lancetuckersmustache (Mackie x Stan)

Actions and Consequences by @lancetuckersmustache (Destroyer!Chris x Reader)

Clay by @lancetuckersmustache (Clay Appuzzo x Reader)

The Hatter’s High Jinks by @jewelofwinter (Baddy Daddies)

Call Me Daddy by @lookwhatyoumademequeue (Charles Blackwood x Reader)

Veterinarian!Hal by @jobean12-blog (Hal Carter x Reader)

Acrobatic Moves by @buckmesideways22 (Lance Tucker x Reader)

Medical Instruments by @buckmesideways22 (Chris Beck x Reader)

Bone by @buckmesideways22

Jacktoni by @buckmesideways22 (Jack Benjamin x Antoni Porowski)

Finish Line by @stuck-y-together (Dayton x Reader)

Halfway There by @jewelofwinter (Winter Soldier x Reader)

Threesome by @stuck-y-together (Ducky x Reader)

After The Race by @lookwhatyoumademequeue (Ducky x Reader)

Destroyer!Chris by @marvelous-meggi (Destroyer!Chris x Reader)

A New Mechanic by @stuck-y-together (Dayton x Reader)

Lucky by @littledarlinwrites (Dayton x Reader)

Work Husband by @eurynome827 (Chris Beck x Reader)

By The Pool by @chuuulip (Poolboy!Bucky x Reader)

Runaways by @spacemansam (Hal Carter x Reader)

Birthday Sex by @littledarlinwrites (Sebastian x Reader)

Kiss You Good by @littledarlinwrites (Bucky x Reader)

Soft and Smooth by @abovethesmokestacks (Sebastian x Reader)

Sucker For You @stuck-y-together (Ducky)

T(h)rust by @abovethesmokestacks (bi!TJ x f!reader)

4 dialogue prompts from @definitelybuckybarnes answered by @nobernieyouareunderreacting: 

“what would you do to me if you were here right now”

“I’m dying of horniness over here”

“I want to know how you touch yourself”

“When was the last time you touched yourself?”

THANK YOU to all the authors and everyone who sent in prompts for a day totaling FORTY THREE DRABBLES!

[eurynome827]

Drunk drabble prompt: Professor Barnes talking to you about your tardiness

Wow, thanks for hitting me with this kryptonite. 18+ for language and dirty thoughts.

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

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You took a deep breath and knocked on his office door. When his smooth voice answered, "come in," you turned the knob and peeked inside.

"Professor Barnes? You asked to see me?"

He waved you in, and you took the seat in front of his desk anxiously. "Do you know why I've asked you to see me?"

To bend me over your desk and fuck me into next week was probably not the correct answer. You looked at the floor and mumbled, "my lateness, sir?"

"Speak up, darling."

Darling? Jesus Christ. "My lateness, sir?" You repeated in a louder voice and looked him in the eye, nearly gasping at how handsome he was.

"Yes, your lateness. You have the best test scores in the class, and all your assignments are turned in on time. I don't want to take points off for consistent lateness."

"Oh, sir, I'm really sorry about that. I know you don't want excuses, but I work late hours and then I stay up doing classwork and then I sleep through my alarm and then..."

He put a hand up to stop you. "I know you work hard. You're a great student other than your tardiness. I don't want to ride you for it," he paused at your wide eyes and slight cough - you had choked on your own spit, and you were an idiot. "What are you thinking about?"

You took a deep breath and tried to get a hold of yourself. "You.... Um ... You just gave me a great idea for my term paper, sir."

"Did I?" He looked like he was trying to hide a smile. He knows everything in your head, idiot.

"Yes! I think I'll do an exploration of popular tropes in modern fiction. You know, like friends to lovers, enemies to lovers...secret relationship..."

"I see, that might be interesting."

"I could include some examples of cliche pairings. Like -" your entire filtering system collapsed around his gorgeous face, "student/professor."

He sat back and now he really was smiling and you weren't sure yet if you wanted the floor to open up and swallow you. You held your breath.

"This sounds like a great idea for that paper. When the semester is over we could meet up and discuss it." You eyes grew wide and you bit your lip to keep from smiling ear to ear.

"I'd like that, a lot."

A knock on his office door made you both jump. As his teaching assistant opened the door, you turned to leave and he called your name. "Try to be on time from now on." He winked - and somehow you didn't faint.

"Believe me sir - I want to make you my priority."

[jobean12-blog]

HBC drunk drabble Friday

Prompt:

Could this have been any cuter @lookwhatyoumademequeue I love it and I hope I did ok! This is my first drunk drabble ever! Thank you all for reading ❤️

Pairings: Hal Carter x reader

Word Count: 651

Author’s Note: I love animals and Hal and this prompt. Hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: sweet floofy Hal

Your heart was racing as you rushed to the Vet’s office. You shouldn’t be driving this fast but when it came to your dog, the rules of the road mattered little.

Only a few minutes ago you two had been on a lovely walk through the park in your new neighborhood. You had recently moved into the small southern town and found the beautiful area to be perfect for walks with Dutchess. However, just as you were getting ready to turn back toward home, Dutch had dashed after a squirrel only to cry out in pain and come limping back and whimpering. You didn’t see anything happen or even see anything suspicious where she had been! But, she was clearly in pain and you immediately picked her up (all 50 pounds, you had no idea how, had to be adrenaline) and went straight for your car. You knew you were probably overreacting and it wasn’t anything too bad but she was your best girl.

You arrived at the Vet’s office and barged through the door. The reception area was mostly empty except for a sweet old lady with a cat. You went to the desk and told the receptionist what happened, she smiled sweetly and asked you to go right to a room in the back with a yellow door. She informed you that Dr. Carter would be with you right away.

You had never been here before since you were new to the town so you didn’t know anything about the practice or the doctor. Well. It’s probably a good thing you didn’t have time to look him up because when he walked in the door he was so handsome you could have run in the other direction. You were not prepared to meet such a man in this condition. You were frazzled, slightly sweaty and every word of your story came out in squeaks. He hadn’t even introduced himself and you had been babbling for at least a minute.

He gave you a warm smile and gently placed his large hand on yours and told you to breathe and go slow. He introduced himself as Dr. Hal Carter or just Hal. He said he would take care of everything and Dutchess would be fine. As you listened, sort of, to just Hal, you were so drawn into his beautiful blue eyes you almost forgot why you were there. You followed his instructions and took a deep breath.

He examined Dutchess while making light and friendly conversation with you about her and how you two came to this small town. After a few minutes you didn’t even realize your heartbeat had become steady and your hands stopped shaking. He explained that Dutchess had run into a Hawthorn shrub and had gotten several long prickly thorns stuck in the pad of her paw. No wonder she was so upset!

He cleaned her up and put a small bandage on. She was going to be just fine! You gave him your best smile and thanked him profusely.

He asked you if you had been to the fall festival that was going on over at the Owens’ Farm. When you said no, he asked if he could take you this weekend. He wanted to show you around and make sure you got a taste of the best pumpkin muffins around. You couldn’t say no.

A few days later he arrived at your house ready to take you out to the farm. He looked perfect in his low slung jeans and his light blue button down shirt. You couldn’t help but admire how well the jeans fight his thick thighs and how the shirt brought out his eyes. Did you mention he was handsome? He commented on how beautiful you looked and opened the door to his pickup, helping you up into the seat.

The conversation flowed so easily the whole evening and as the sun set and you cuddled up next to Hal on the hayride you realized maybe a few little thorns weren’t all that bad!

@the-ss-horniest-book-club

[yuyungi]

Drunk drabble prompt: "what would you do to me if you were here right now" sent in by @definitelybuckybarnes.

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

A/N: this is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club 's 1k celebration week! - I know I'm late with posting

Warnings: smut 18+. Phone sex, male and female masturbation, dirty talk.

Bucky had sent you a text a little while ago saying, "Baby, I'm going to call you in about 30 minutes. Make sure you're alone kitten ;)".

Which is the reason why your bedroom is currently being filled with your breathy moans and whimpers, and Bucky's could be heard through the phone.

"Daddy, o- oh fuck" you moaned as you pushed two of your fingers inside of yourself and slowly started to pump them in and out of your pussy, as you imagined they were his fingers instead.

Bucky groaned, stroking his cock faster at your moans becoming louder and more needy.

"Fuuuck. That's it baby, finger that little pussy for me" Bucky praised you, which spurred you on to go faster.

"What would you do to me if you were here right now, Daddy?" you asked with a muffled moan.

Bucky knew what dirty talk did to you and how much of a mess it would make you. So when you heard that chuckle of his, you knew you'd be in for a treat.

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@buckmesideways22 @eurynome827 @cchellacat @book-dragon-13 @chuuulip @jobean12-blog @jewelofwinter @loricameback @cametobuyplums @tiredandasalted @marvelgirl7 @marvelous-meggi @sallycanwait68 @sherrybaby14 @lookwhatyoumademequeue @marvelandotherfandomimagines @letstalkaboutsebbaby @littledarlinhavefaithinme @stuck-y-together @randomfandompenguin

[ikaris-whore]

Destroyer Chris can be a softie at times... until you decide to sit on his lap -🌶

Pairing: Destroyer!Chris X Reader 

Prompt: Destroyer Chris can be a softie at times…until you decide to sit on his lap from the ever lovely Spicy Anon. I am calling this a half drabble. I will reblog with the good stuff once I figure it out. I literally can’t focus anymore. 

 He’s a teddy bear, really. Chris’s tough exterior is just ashow. He is always showering you with playful kisses in passing, grabbing atyou for a cuddle any time he gets the chance. He loves lazily placing kissesalong your soft skin as you lay there in his arms sleepily. But there is alwaysone way you could get him to let his primal side to take over and lose thatsweet side for just a moment.

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You sauntered into the room where he was sitting on thecouch talking on the phone with his boss. You wanted his attention and youneeded it now, so you stalked towards him, placing yourself between his kneesas he continued talking on the phone. He tried to wave you off by mouthingsomething about “not right now, I’m busy.” But you weren’t going to take no foran answer, not right now.

You straddled his lap and placed your hands on his chest,his eyes going wide as he watched your smirk grow across your face. He shookhis head and continued his call as if you weren’t there. It only encouraged you.You could feel his cock half hard under you, you started to roll your hips tohelp coax him to speed up the conversation. He threw his head against the backof the couch and bit back a moan pulling the phone away slightly. He grabbed atyour ass to try to stop you from moving more, but it was no use.

You heard him quickly trying to wrap up the conversation onthe phone. Once he hung up he let out a loud growl. “Kitten, you know what thatdoes to me. You can’t be doing that when I’m on the phone.” You apologized butyour face said anything but sorry. The next thing you knew he was gripping yourthighs as he stood up from the couch taking you with him. You locked your legsaround his waist as he stormed through the house muttering about making youhis.

{to be continued}

[the-ss-horniest-book-club]

HBC 1k Celebration Week!

Friday 8-9-19 - Drabble Day! Since Drunk Drabbles are a cornerstone of the HBC, we'll have a whole day for drabbling - sober leading to not-so-much. Prompts are open!

Some of the authors popping in today: @abovethesmokestacks @lookwhatyoumademequeue @stuck-y-together @marvelous-meggi @buckmesideways22 @spacemansam @littledarlinhavefaithinme @book-dragon-13 @nobernieyouareunderreacting @beckzorz @lancetuckersmustache @jobean12-blog @eurynome827 @cchellacat @lokikingofasgardslover713

Prompts can be sent directly to authors or here to HBC and we will distribute.

Get ready for DRABBLES ALL DAY!

Love, The HBC 💋

@book-dragon-13 @buckmesideways22 @cchellacat @eurynome827

[eurynome827]

HBC 1k Celebration Drabble All Day Friday

My man. No warnings, just fluff.

"Chris, are you okay?"

He jumps at the sound of your voice, momentarily dropping the profound resting bitch face he was sporting. "What?! Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

Chris Beck was not fine.

You'd find out what was wrong later. You ate lunch together just about every day, and always walked out to the parking lot together at night. In the morning sometimes he brought you the muffin he knew you liked from the good coffee cart on the corner. Even though sometimes you wished he would take things further, you were resigned to being his "Work Wife" - something you joked about with him, but the blush that appeared on his face every time you did still gave you some small sliver of hope.

Before you could find out what was wrong, you had to get away from the new guy. Right now he was obnoxiously close talking you and you were trying to figure a way out of the situation, barely listening to what he was saying. It had started out work related, but then - "so what do you say?"

"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"

"I said - we should get dinner sometime."

"OH ... Um..."

"Excuse us, we have a meeting in conference room 4." Chris steered you out of the room by your elbow as you struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Halfway down the hall you whispered, "thanks for coming to my rescue, Work Husband."

"Just, shush," he answered, eyes darting as he looked for an empty room.

"Chris, what is wrong?" He didn't respond, finally finding an empty room to pull you into. He stared at you for a moment in silence and you started to get worried.

"... Chris?"

"I don't like that guy."

"I don't like him either."

"I like you."

You laughed. "Yeah I know. You're like my best friend here, Work Husband."

He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "No, I mean I LIKE you. I want to date you. I just don't know how to tell you. I thought I was telling you a million different ways but .."

Chris stopped talking when you pulled him forward by his shirt collar and kissed him deeply. When you pulled away his puzzled expression was adorable.

"For the smartest man in the world you can be really dumb sometimes. I am completely in love with you, Chris Beck."

This man and his smile. It reflected more light than the moon could.

[yuyungi]

Drunk drabble prompt: “I want to know how you touch yourself” sent in by the daddy himself, @definitelybuckybarnes

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

A/N: this is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club‘ s 1k celebration week! I hope you guys like it ❤

Warnings: 18+ smut. Mention of masturbation, slight daddy kink.

You were making out with Bucky while straddling his lap when he pulled away slightly and smirked at you.

"What" you laughed at with a curious expression.

"I want you to show me something" Bucky said with a bashful smile, reaching up and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Hmm okay, what is it?" You asked.

“I want to know how you touch yourself”, Bucky whispered as he leant forward, pressed his lips to yours again.

“w- what?”, you stutter breaking the kiss, thinking you misheard him.

Bucky chuckled at your reaction, he loved catching you off guard and making you blush. He grabbed your chin and made eye contact with you.

“Show me, baby, I want to know how you play with that pretty little pussy of yours. Do you think you could do that for me? Do it for daddy”, he asked sporting that charming smirk of his.

Your cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as you nodded and whimpered a quiet “yes, daddy”.

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@buckmesideways22 @eurynome827 @cchellacat @book-dragon-13 @chuuulip @jobean12-blog @jewelofwinter @loricameback @cametobuyplums @tiredandasalted @marvelgirl7 @marvelous-meggi @sallycanwait68 @sherrybaby14 @lookwhatyoumademequeue @marvelandotherfandomimagines @letstalkaboutsebbaby @littledarlinhavefaithinme @stuck-y-together @randomfandompenguin @if-n0t-l8ter-when @sebbestian

[the-ss-horniest-book-club]

Hi there HBC ❤️

We hope you have been enjoying our 1k Celebration Week!

This is a reminder that this Friday is for drabbling all day!

Friday 8-9-19 - Drabble Day! Since Drunk Drabbles are a cornerstone of the HBC, we'll have a whole day for drabbling - sober leading to not-so-much. Prompts are open, we'll list authors that day! Please let us know if you want to take prompts!

Don't forget to send some prompts in, or to DM us if you want to be listed as an author on Friday!

Love, The HBC 💋

@book-dragon-13 @buckmesideways22 @cchellacat @eurynome827

[eurynome827]

HBC 1k Celebration Drabble All Day!

Who could resist this invitation? Thank you @definitelydaytonwhite for all your support and inspiration ❤️

Regular readers will notice some of my signature moves in here 😂 there's nothing crazy in here but it's alluded to...

💋

Making your way slowly through the crowded club, the bass line of the music thumping along inside your body and the shot you just took humming through your veins, you looked through the faces surrounding you searching for a familiar one.

Finally you spotted one. "Bucky," you stood on tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek and he put an arm around your waist. "Where's our boy?"

"Somewhere in here. This is too crowded to have any kind of fun."

You nodded, not wanting to yell in his ear again, and continued to scan the room.

With a grin and a roll of your eyes, you tapped Bucky's shoulder and pointed.

Dayton White - flushed with victory, drinking champagne out of the bottle, surrounded by people no one would be able to pick out of a lineup in the morning. It was time for you to really get this party started. You winked up at Bucky and walked over to Dayton, reaching through the throng to grab the champagne bottle.

With a cheeky grin, you took a sip from the bottle and started weaving through the crowd, knowing full well that Dayton was in pursuit. Finally off the dance floor you increased your speed down a dark hallway, hearing his footsteps behind you. Turning to face him and flattening your back against the wall, you smiled up at him as he caged you in.

"I was looking for you."

"Been looking for you too." You raised the bottle to take another sip. "Congratulations."

Dayton took the bottle out of your hand to drink again. "How long before people start looking for me, do you think?"

"Probably not long enough. That might help, though," you nodded toward the broom closet door and raised an eyebrow.

Dayton had you pushed up against the closet door, his mouth on yours and his hands traveling up your body when the knock on the door startled you both out of your haze.

"Don't you two dare think of having a private party without me."

A laugh slipped through your lips and you looked up at Dayton.

"I don't take up a lot of room."

You turned the doorknob and pulled Bucky in, slamming the door.

@definitelybuckybarnes should also enjoy this. Blessings and love to The Patron Saint of Ducky @stuck-y-together

[yuyungi]

Drunk drabble prompt: "When was the last time you touched yourself?" sent in by the man himself, @definitelybuckybarnes 💜

Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: this is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club 1k celebration week!! Hope you like it 💕

Warnings: mentions of masturbation and sex toys.

Bucky had sent you a text earlier to say that he arrived safe and sound back at the compound, and that he'll be round in a little bit.

Before he left, Bucky only set one rule for you; no touching yourself without his permission. How hard could that be?

But as a week turned into a month, and a month turned into 3, you were getting slightly frustrated.

So when the new toy that you ordered arrived a week or so ago you really couldn't help yourself. You were planning to wait for Bucky to come home to try it out, but you really couldn't help yourself. Since then you've been having fun with it daily.

You knew you'd be in deep trouble with Bucky when he comes in, somehow he always knows when you've broken a rule.

Your mind wondered off, thinking about what punishment he would give you this time. You snapped out of your thoughts at the sound of your bedroom door closing. Looking up you see Bucky standing there with this knowing, dominant look on his face.

"So doll, when was the last time you touched yourself?" Bucky asked with a smirk.

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Drabble: A Very Important Question

Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates (and happy Friday to those who do not). This Christmas drabble is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ and the HBC Home for the Holidays. The prompt today is Christmas.

Title: A Very Important Question

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: n/a

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

“UNCLE CHRIS!”

The cries of Chris’s niece and nephews greet the two of you and Dodger as you make your way up the snowy path to his mom’s house on Christmas Eve.

“Where’s your bag?” His oldest nephew asks as you and Chris come into the house.

With you back turned, you miss the panicked look that Chris sends his sister.

“Maybe Uncle Chris wants to sleep in his own bed tonight,” his sister says.

“He can’t! It’s tradition!” his nephew whines. “He always spends the night on Christmas Eve."

Turning, you see Chris is getting a triple whammy of sad faces from the kids.

Suspecting that Chris hadn't wanted to put any pressure on you to stay the night at his mom's, you touch his arm and he looks at you.

"I don't mind," you whisper to him. You give him a smile to show that you mean your words.

"Come on, Uncle Chris," the boys whine.

"Dodger wants to sleep in my room," his niece adds, wrapping her hand around the dog's neck for a hug. "He loves to spend Christmas Eve in my room."

"If Uncle Chris isn't sleeping here, can we stay with Uncle Chris?" his oldest nephew asks his mom.

This time you catch the look Chris shoots his sister. You aren't sure how to interpret the look, but seeing it, you can tell something is up.

"We'd have to go home and get our stuff," Chris says.

"Can we come? We can take mom's van!" his nephew asks.

"Fine, yes," Chris says. "Just let me talk to your mom for a minute. Get bundled up."

Chris waits until he is in the privacy of his mom's office before he turns to his sister.

"Thanks for your help out there, Carly," he mutters.

His sister just shrugs with a smile playing on her lips.

"You know what I have planned for tomorrow morning," he hisses. "Now what am I supposed to do?"

"You can still do what you have planned," she points out. "We do have a Christmas tree."

Chris glares at her.

"You know what I mean," he snaps. "It was supposed to be perfect and now it will have to be done with an audience."

Her smile is a fraction too big and it gives her away.

"You planned this!" he accuses her. "You set me up!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she replies innocently. She glances at her wrist, where there isn't a watch, and adds, "The kids will be ready just about -"

"Uncle Chris we're ready to go!" his nephew shouts.

"Now," his sister finishes. "Good luck."

"I'm going to get them sugary coffees," Chris threatens.

"Well you're staying the night so we'll all have to live with your choices," she says with a smirk before she leaves the room.

You can feel the irritation radiating off of Chris as he drives his sister's minivan to his house so the two of you can pack overnight bags. The kids, however, seem completely oblivious to their uncle's Scrooginess as they sing along with the Disney Christmas album playing on the van's sound system.

Arriving at the house, Chris tells the kids and Dodger to stay in the living room while the two of you go to his room to pack. You follow him back to the bedroom and close the door behind you.

"I really don't mind staying the night at your mom's tonight," you tell Chris. "If that's what you're worried about."

His surly attitude fades as he turns to you. "That's not what I'm worried about, but I'm glad," he says then frowns. "Is my attitude that noticeable?"

"To me. The kids were too busy singing," you assure him. "If that's not what's bothering me, then what is?" Then you remember what day it is. "I mean, if you can tell me."

"I can't tell you," he says with a wink. "I just have to rethink something."

"Whatever it is, I'm going to love it," you assure him. "So don't let it ruin the rest of the day."

"You're right," he says, pulling you into his arms. "Thank you, I love you."

"I love you, too," you reply, leaning in for a kiss, only to be interrupted by a child pounding on the front door.

"Are you guys ready yet?" one of the kids asks from the other side of the door.

"Give us ten minutes," Chris calls back. He gives you a quick kiss and then the two of you get to packing.

After returning to his mom's house, the afternoon passes quickly. Chris seems to take your words to heart and gone is his Grinchy attitude. The two of you play outside in the snow with the kids before coming inside to warm up.

With a lot of cooking planned for tomorrow, dinner tonight is pizza from the family's favorite pizza place during which the kids try to decide which Christmas movie to watch after.

You are surprised when Chris's mom announces that everyone gets to open one present tonight, but you quickly notice that no one else is surprised. Obviously, this is part of their tradition.

Everyone files into the living room and his mom passes out gifts that are all wrapped in the same plaid paper.

"1!" Chris yells out.

"2!" two of them echo.

"3!" another person shots.

Then it's pandemonium as the room is filled with the sound of people tearing paper. Not wanting to be left out, you open your present and find a set of red plaid pajamas. Looking at Chris's, you see he got a matching pair. Then he holds up a smaller shirt that is clearly meant for Dodger.

Looking around the room, you see that his sister and her family all got red and white striped pajamas pants with matching Christmas shirts while his younger sister, her boyfriend, Scott and his boyfriend got the same plaid as you and Chris. Then you see his mom, holding up plaid pants that match yours but the same shirt as her daughter's family.

"Everything has been washed," his mom announces. "If anything doesn't fit, let me know, I bought extras and we will find something." She glances at the clock on the wall. "Let's get changed, I believe the Polar Express is scheduled to leave the station in fifteen minutes."

The kids squeal with excitement and race for the stairs.

Thirty minutes later, you are all dressed in your Christmas pajamas and settled as The Polar Express plays on the TV. 

After the movie ends, his mom reads 'The Night Before Christmas' and then the kids are sent upstairs to go to bed while the adults watch another Christmas movie.

Only once the second movie ends does Santa make "his" appearance as the men bring in Santa gifts hidden and the women fill the Christmas stockings.

Then it's bedtime and everyone goes upstairs.

It's five am when Chris wakes up. He isn't a morning person, but he always wakes up early on Christmas morning.

Glancing across the bed, he smiles when he sees you still fast asleep.

Slipping out of bed, he leaves the room to go to the bathroom. On his way back, he pauses at the top of the stairs to see if he hears anyone downstairs. Hearing nothing, he returns to the bedroom and pauses when he sees you sitting up in bed.

"Merry Christmas," he greets you. Then the idea comes to him. "Let's go downstairs."

"I have to pee first," you tell him.

"Alright, I'll meet you downstairs then," he says.

He waits until you leave the bedroom before he opens his suitcase and pulls out the small box he'd put in there while he'd packed the day before. He quietly goes downstairs, not wanting to wake anyone up just yet.

Entering the living room, he finds the room lit only by the Christmas tree lights and he gets into position as he waits for you to come into the room.

Butterflies flutter in his stomach as he hears you coming down the stairs.

"Chris?" he hears you call.

"In here," he calls back.

Walking into the living room, you freeze when you see him down on one knee in front of the Christmas tree.

When he says your name, your feet move of their own accord and you soon find yourself standing before him.

"I'm still not entirely sure what I did to deserve you," he says with a nervous laugh. "But I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side. Will you marry me?"

"Yes," you answer.

He slides the perfect engagement ring onto your finger and then he stands up. He pulls you against him and kisses you.

It isn't until the two of you hear cheers that you realize you are no longer alone.

Turning, you see that his entire family is standing in the doorway, wearing big smiles on their faces. Then you spot the bottle of champagne and a second of sparkling cider in his brother's hands and see that his mom and sisters are holding cups. They'd all known.

"Seriously, guys?" Chris sighs, but even you can tell he is faking his displeasure. "Did you have a bell on our door or something?"

"You always wake up at the same time on Christmas morning," his mom says, leading everyone into the room. "It's the only day of the year that his internal clock works exactly the same," she adds as a side note to you. "We just wanted to celebrate with you guys."

Drinks are poured and toasts are made, most of them welcoming you into the family, but a few are good-hearted teases directed at Chris, which make you all laugh.

In the end, it's a beautiful start to Christmas morning, even if you're all slightly tipsy.