#HBC Wicked Wednesday

[theycallmebecca]

18+ Drabble: A Reason to Stay in Bed

This is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ and is just a sexy Andy drabble. Enjoy!

I used the prompt “Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.” from the March 23rd Wicked Wednesday.

Title: A Reason to Stay in Bed

Pairing: Andy Barber x female reader

Rating: R

Warnings: semi-graphic oral sex, female receiving only

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

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

“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.”

Andy gave you a wicked, cocky grin before he pulled the blankets over his head and moved down your body.

His alarm has gone off ten minutes ago, but instead of getting up, he’d snuggled up against you. Not with the intention of falling back asleep, but to seduce you.

He’d started by kissing you and touching your breasts, bringing your nipples to stiff peaks.

His fingers had been buried within your sex when your alarm clock had gone off.

"I really should get up,” you mumbled for probably the fifth time since your alarm went off.

“You should really get off first,” Andy’s muffled response came from under the blankets.

You purred as he kissed the inside of your thigh as he lifted up and over his shoulder. His beard tickled the soft skin between your legs and you gasped when you felt his mouth on your sex.

The blankets only stayed over his head for another minute or so before your body became too warm for them. You pushed them away and then reached down and snaked your fingers into his hair.

“Yes, pull my hair,” Andy’s voice vibrated against your sex.

You did as told and lost yourself in pleasure as he worked your sex with his mouth and tongue.

“Oh! Oh!” you cried out as you felt your desire building. “ANDY!” Your hold on his hair tightened as your climax hit.

As your body relaxed, your hand slipped from Andy’s hair and to your side.

"Now that’s a great way to start a morning,” Andy said from above you. He leaned down and kissed your lips.

You opened you eyes and looked up at him, noticing how his beard glistened with your desire.

“Rest a bit, I’ll let you know when I’m out of the shower,” Andy stated, giving your lips another peck before he hopped off the bed and made his way to the bathroom, his hardness leading the way.

Forty minutes later, freshly showered and dressed for the day, you came into the kitchen to find Andy standing at the island drinking his coffee.

“Running a bit late aren’t you?” he teased with a knowing grin.

“Found it impossible to get out of bed,” you replied as your poured coffee into a travel mug. You normally enjoyed your first cup of coffee with him at home, but he’d chosen to spend that time in bed this morning. Not that you minded one bit.

“I packed you a lunch,” Andy stated, gesturing to the paper bag on the counter. “There’s a bagel in there for breakfast, too.”

“You really are the best husband ever,” you informed him before giving him a kiss. Then, because you couldn’t help yourself, you looked down at the crotch of his pants, recalling the view you’d gotten this morning. Your eyes met his and you grinned, evilly. “You. Me. Tonight. Blowjob.”

Andy groaned and you laughed.

“Think about it, I mean me, all day,” you called over your shoulder as you made your way to the garage door. “Love you!”

[callingsergeantbarnes]

Beating Heart

Pairing - Bucky & Female Reader - hinted at future relationship.

Word Count:- 2168

Warnings:- Sexual tension. Blood. Injury. Mentions of dead bodies, and violence. 

A/N:- 18+ This one-shot is in answer to a prompt from @the-ss-horniest-book-club Wicked Wednesday 6th April 2022. The prompt I’ve used in this particular story is - sexual tension when tending to someone’s wound. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics banner by @maysdigitalarts​

Any mistakes are mine. 

Reblogs and comments are food for the soul and always appreciated. ​

Summary:-  When a mission goes wrong, Bucky is left tending to your injuries. The sexual tension between the two of you is something neither of you can ignore any longer.

You leaned into Bucky’s side, nursing your left side the best you could with your arm, as you fought the urge to sway on your feet. 

Breathe. Breathe through the pain. 

You took a slow, deep breath and forced a smile to your lips as the check-in guy at the motel reception eyed the two of you warily. You could only imagine what he must think at the sight of you. 

Both of you were a little worse for wear. Bucky looked like he had been in a scuffle and roughed up, a tear in his shirt and a thin slice of a knife wound across his right arm. There were no hiding the cuts on your cheek from the sprayed glass of the passenger window. The car they had forced you to steal had none of the perks of bulletproof glass. Blood trickled down the side of your neck. No, you could only guess the thoughts running through his mind as he looked at the pair of you, but you doubted it was good or accurate.

Truthly, you needed more medical aid than Bucky could give you, and yet neither of you could risk going to the hospital. You would manage, and by this time tomorrow, the rest of the team would have caught up with you at the rendezvous point and you would be back to the Compound in no time. You just had to survive the night. 

You pressed down on your side and swallowed a wince as pain shot through your side. Blood coated your fingers, the warm sticky substance soaking through the makeshift bandage you had to put pressure on. Thankfully, hidden under Bucky’s jacket he had lent you, masking the tear in your dress, and hiding just how badly injured you were. 

To say the mission had fucked up sideways would have been an understatement. Everything that could go wrong went wrong. From dodgy intel, to people that should never have been at the hotel, to Hydra goons crashing the party. You had needed to cut a bloody path out of the situation and make a hasty retreat.  

You caught a glance at the TV behind the reception area as the guy fiddled with finding the room key. The news reporter was at the hotel. As a fire blazed behind them, you couldn’t focus enough to keep up with what she was saying other than the odd word here and there that you knew in most languages. 

Dead bodies. 

Crime scene.

Still awaiting full body count.

Your gaze shifted to Bucky. Cold steel-blue eyes glared at the guy behind the counter as though he intended to intimidate him into not asking questions and hurry the fuck up. His face was void of emotion, jawline clenched. You could see the subtle tick in his jaw. A sure sign how pissed he. Fuck knows how often you had studied his face to read every tiny tell he gave away. 

It worked because the guy handed over the keys without even looking up at you. Bucky could intimidate as hell when he wanted to be. Emotionless and stone cold, his gaze cutting and ruthless that held a promise of violence. Usually you would tease him to smooth that coldness away from him, until he sent a small smile your way and warmth filled his eyes once again, but it was taking everything you had just to keep standing upright. 

Bucky took the keys from the guy without a word, picked up the black duffle bag that had all your supplies in, and put his arm around you as carefully as he could. Offering you more support while you made the short walk to your room, while also being cautious about touching your injury. 

Twin beds greeted you when Bucky opened the door to the room. Clean, reasonably sized, would do in a pinch. You doubted you would get much sleep as it was. 

He led you to the bed nearest the bathroom and helped you sit down. 

“I need you to strip,” he said, a sombre expression on his face. 

“Usually men take me on a date before I strip for them.” You joked, a twisted smile on your lips, unable to lighten the mood completely as a fresh wave of pain surged through you. You had pushed too much, and your body was telling you it needed attention and it needed it now.

“Y/N.” He breathed your name, an unmistakable plea that sounded far more desperate than you thought possible, given the situation, but it tugged at your heart all the same. Your breath caught in your throat as his gaze locked with yours and held it. Your mouth was dry, unable to voice your agreement, you nodded slowly. 

You watched Bucky sigh in relief, as though he was more prepared that you would fight him on this, before he placed the duffel bag on the opposite bed and moved towards the bathroom. 

You slipped his jacket off your shoulders at the sound of running water. Carefully, you moved your arm to pull your dress off. A sharp pain shot through you as you moved, making you pause. 

Right, undressing myself will not be that easy. 

Bucky returned to the bedroom, carrying with him a bowl of water. He frowned at you. 

Nervously, you glanced at him, hating that your stomach fluttered like butterflies. 

“Can you help me undress, please? I can’t quite manage.”

He nodded slowly, as he moved to your side. Bucky kneeled to the floor and placed the bowl at your feet. 

Your pulse quickened at the sight of him kneeling before you. Despite the pain, despite the injury, the blood and everything else, other thoughts entered your mind. There were other things that he could do, kneeling in front of you like that, looking so deliciously fine, despite his own injuries. 

Fuck, you were twisted in the head. Thinking about anything sexual at this moment. And yet you couldn’t stop now. The idea had entered your mind. It was all you could think about, as he gently lifted one of your legs up enough that he could slip your heeled shoe off before moving to the other. 

Your heart skipped a beat. 

How touch starved were you that the simplest of gestures made your blood run hot? 

You nibbled your bottom lip, catching his gaze as he looked up at you. 

“I’m I hurting you?”

You shook your head. “No, you aren’t hurting me. I’m just hurting.”

“Do you think you can stand up for a second so I can unzip your dress? I don’t want to pull on it more than I have to.”

You nodded, and Bucky rose to his feet, offering his hand to help you up. You were painfully aware of how close you were to him as you stood. Enough that with each breath you took, you inhaled his scent. Unique to him, a lingering hint of spice from his cologne that sent a shot of desire to your core, mixed with gun oil, leather and the tangy scent of blood. The blood ruined it, bringing with it the sharp knock of reality that this really wasn’t the time, but you couldn’t help it. Your gaze moved to focus on his lips. You didn’t dare make eye contact, afraid that the lust you were feeling would be more visible in your gaze than the pain. Except, Bucky’s lips were incredibly enticing and begging to be kissed and nibbled on. 

It did nothing to ease the growing tension that was coiling through your body.  

Bucky slowly unzipped your dress. His fingers grazing your skin sent a shiver down your spine. Your heart beat slowly, your skin prickled. 

His hands moved, a gentle brush across your shoulders as he slid it off them, and down your arms. Every brush of his fingers sent a tingle of electricity through your skin and for a minute you lost yourself in the sensation. Needing more, wanting him more than you had ever before. It took everything you had to resist the urge to reach out and touch him. To feel him. 

Carefully he pulled the dress around the makeshift bandage, and you had never been more grateful that the knife wound had split your dress enough that it hadn’t clung to the wound. Blood soaked as the dress was, it would have been a bitch to peel it away and allow Bucky access to the wound. 

His hands paused at your hips, and your gaze flickered up to meet his. Blue eyes, darkened with lust, held yours captive. 

Your heart thudded against your chest, and you held your breath. 

Where there wasn’t pain, nerves stirred and tingled and a strange contrast of pooling desire mixed with pain flooded through your body. You wanted to be touched, needed to be touched. Your body was practically craving it. You nibbled on your bottom lip, and his gaze flickered to track the movement. 

You had been partners for months, a bond formed through all the bloody chaos that surrounded you both, but neither of you had crossed the line before. You could admit to yourself at least that you had fantasied about it often enough, but Bucky had never given you a sign that he thought of you as anything but a partner and friend. And yet, the lust that filled his gaze was unmistakable. 

Bucky looked away first, his gaze darting to your injured side, before he continued undressing you, pushing the dress over your hips and down your legs, as he kneeled down once again. 

You let out a breath, your pulse fluttered in your throat, and your heart raced as fingers brushed your legs. You were painfully aware that you were standing in your navy lace lingerie set in front of Bucky. Bleeding wound or not, you felt more vulnerable than you had in a while. Never had you pictured once that this was how Bucky would undress you. How he would see you almost naked. 

You sat down, and he pulled the ruined dress away and tossed it aside, before reaching for the duffel bag, and pulled out the emergency med kit inside. Once he had everything, he fixed his gaze on your side, as he kneeled at your feet. 

“I’m not going to lie. This is going to hurt.”

You flashed a tight smile. “That’s what they all say. It always turns into a disappoint- son of a bitch.”

Bucky had peeled away your makeshift bandage, tugging at the skin around the slash across your side. Jagged and messy. Not a clean cut, and while it did not bother you about adding another scar to your growing collection, you were concerned about how long this would take you to heal from. Sitting around doing nothing bored the shit out of you. 

Bucky cleaned the wound as gently as he could, but it didn’t stop the sharp hisses and violent winces that escaped your lips. It wasn’t ideal, and even though Bucky had a steady hand and you trusted him, you hated he was going to have to sew you up. Despite everything in your life, you had a deep fear of needles and watching him use one to stitch up the wound left your stomach churning, and your eyes burning with tears. 

“It’s the best I can do,” he drawled, as he used thick gauze pads to cover the wound and wrapped it with fresh bandages. He glanced up at you, his gaze locking with yours. 

“You okay.”

You nodded slowly, not trusting yourself to speak, not wanting to voice the raw vulnerability you were feeling. 

Before you realised what he was doing, he stretched to cup your face, his thumb brushing away tears you hadn’t realised were falling. His touch left your skin tingling. Nervously, you wetted your bottom lip, unable to break his gaze. 

Silence stretched between you. Your heart thudded loudly, and the urge to lean forward and kiss him was like an ache in your chest. 

It would be so easy, and yet you knew it would change everything between you. A risk you couldn’t take, not at the chance of losing Bucky completely. 

Your lips turned upwards into a small smile as you swallowed the lump in your throat. 

“Thank you.”

Bucky smiled at you. 

“Can’t let my best girl die on me now, can I?”

You laughed and regretted it instantly as your side throbbed with pain. 

“Am I your best girl?”

“You’re my only girl.”  

Your heart skipped a beat.

“And this, this between us, is something I would really like to explore when you aren’t bleeding all over the place.”

Words stuck in your throat. All you could do was stare at him. 

“If you would like to?”

You nodded before finally finding the words you wanted to say. “I would like that. I would like that a lot.”

[nano--raptor]

The Records Room

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Female reader

Words: 726

Warnings: Secret relationship, implied smut, Nick Fowler cause he’s hot enough for a warning himself...

A/N: For @the-ss-horniest-book-club‘s Wicked Wednesday! I was inspired by the plot about the secret office affair, as well as the photo on the prompts post here! I felt Nick was a good choice, and honestly, who would be able to resist him😏 Thanks for reading!

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

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The records room was empty; it usually was this time of day, but you were still relieved to see it as such now when you closed the door quietly behind yourself. A couple times a week you found yourself coming here, and not to find anything that was stored within, but for something else. Someone else.

Not that long after you arrived, so did they. The door once again opened, then clicked closed softly, and you turned to meet blazing blue eyes and the most charming smile you’d ever seen. One that you were getting very used to.

“Nick…” You breathed his name as he stepped towards you, his hands immediately coming to rest on your waist. “Hi sweetheart.” His voice was low and smooth like a good whiskey, and just the way he’d talk to you sent shivers down your spine. A sultry smile pulled at your lips as you practically melted into him, giving into the way he pulled you closer into his space. His scent set you on fire; light and citrusy at first, but with an underlying warm, woody note with a hint of spice that you just couldn’t get enough of.

Nick barely gave you a chance to respond before his mouth was against yours, kissing you hard, and you melted into him, wanting him as badly as he wanted you. The kiss took your breath away, and you reached up to clutch his jacket, wishing you could get even closer to him. As if reading your mind, he pulled you against his body, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, and you could feel his excitement pressing against your stomach.

“Can’t stop thinking of you,” he mumbled between kisses. “This records room hardly cuts it anymore.” You knew what he meant; you could hardly keep the man from your thoughts, and your brief escapes to hook up in secret weren’t enough to curb your hunger for him.

“Me neither,” you sighed, biting your lower lip as his kisses travelled down to your neck. He nipped at your skin, then continued downward, reaching up to pop the buttons of your blouse open. As he did so, following his fingers with his lips, you started to undo his as well, longing to get your hands on his warm, firm skin. He hummed low in his throat when you finally did, and he pulled away briefly to shrug his jacket off, before moving to back you against the wall.

With a sultry grin, you stopped him, placing your hands on his shoulders instead and pushing down, hoping to ease him down to the floor. His eyes flashed and he smirked at you, but did as you wanted, lowering himself first to his knees, and then to sit when you urged him backwards.

“Well look at you, feisty thing,” he teased, his heated gaze travelling over you as moved to straddle his lap. Slowly, you unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, humming as you smoothed your hands over his chest, and leaned in to kiss him again. At the last moment, you dipped your chin, trailing your nose along his chin and jaw, urging him to look up, then mouthing down his neck. You felt him swallow, and he leaned back on his arms as you worked your way down, your lips and tongue working over his throat before a low rumble moved through him. It made you shiver, and your hips rolled against his before you even realized it. Nick moaned your name, pushing his own hips back up against yours, both of you feeding off the others’ desire.

“Hang on baby,” you teased, trailing your tongue over his collarbone. “I’ve missed you. Wanna give you something special first.” You met his eyes as you moved down his body, and he leaned back on his elbows, his eyes growing darker by the second until your lips hovered just above his belt.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Nick groaned, finally laying back as you pulled his belt free of the buckle, palming over the bulge in his pants before slowly unzipping them. “So I’d better take you to dinner soon…”

“Mmm, I’d like that, Nick,” you purred as you pressed a kiss to his skin. “Let’s take this affair out of this stuffy old room so we can really enjoy each other.”

[jewels2876]

Please

I’m still exercising my wriring muscles - this is for the HBC Wicked Wednesday, the prompt is bolded below

James Conrad x female reader

Rating: R - 18+ Daddy kink - sex - if you click on the Keep Reading link you agree you’re over the age of 18

His breath was hot against your ear as he pulled your shoulders slightly, causing your back to arch deeper, the new angle making you keen in delight. “You’re the only one who gets to call me that, you know,” he managed to ground out as your core squeezed him tightly. His other hand made its way down, finding his goal.

You whimpered “please” as his fingers danced and teased your clit as his thrusts became slower and deliberate.

“Are you going to be my good girl?” You could barely nod, as you licked your lips. “What do you say?”

“I’ll be your good girl… daddy.”

[jellycolors]

𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘴𝘥

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 / 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞

𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥

[that-little-zebunny]

HBC Wicked Wednesday: Lilies & Roses

For @the-th-horniest-book-club 💚 wah finally can hop in and participate to this lovely weekly event 😍

I took the plot Love at first sight. (At least for one of them.) for this one.

Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader

WC: 1900

Warning: rough treatment on a child,? (Just a tad bit i dunno how to properly word it sorry 😅), fluff, loki and flowers coz thats a deadly combo,

*Its been a while. I had been trying to get back to writing after a looooong time of not being able too. T.T I hope you'll like this one. I know its a bit rusty but pls do enjoy. 🥰*

Loki got tired of all the plotting and fighting that he’s been doing for millennia so he decided to lay low to everyone’s last place to expect him, in Midgard. He had been very fascinated with the only beautiful thing in the wretched place, the flowers, so he decided to open a flower shop in a small town where he made sure that no one knew of him.

He’s been there for almost a year now and things are doing well. He’s minding his own business which he likes the most, in the morning he tends to his field and in the afternoon he’s in his shop arranging beautiful bouquets.

One afternoon things are as they are since he’s been there until the bell on his glass door rang indicating a customer entering. Raising his head from what he’s doing on his working table to try and welcome whoever it was but he didn’t see anyone. His eyes narrowed as he looked around the empty shop shaking his head he returned to the task at hand. He’s about to insert the final piece of flower on the bouquet he’s working on when a small voice suddenly flooded the quiet shop.

“I know that! It's Carmation! It means sweet because it’s white.” A cheery slightly high-pitched voice said. It startled Loki that he froze on the spot eyes wide. How did he not know the kid is here? It’s rare that people can sneak on him. Shaking his surprise away he looked down at the small Midgardian raising his eyebrow.

“How smart of you to know that.” He told her, he roamed his eyes again around the shop and pointed at the stocks of Iris. “Then what do those mean?” he asked. The little girl put her hands behind her bouncing at the ball of her feet as she stared sharply at Loki making him a bit nervous. She looked at where he pointed then looked back at him pouting her lips in a...he might not want to admit it, a very adorable way.

“The purpurl ones?” She asked, raising both eyebrows.

“Indeed.” He said.

Nodding her head as if she agrees with something that she only knows what.

“They awr Iris. they mean respect and wisdom and uhm...for the pwince and pwincesses.” she said proudly smiling wide at him showing a vacant front tooth that he found cute. He magically made an iris appear on his hand that he had hidden behind him and offered it to the kid.

“Here, for a very smart princess that I now respect. What is your name child?” HE asked, putting the flower on her left ear. She smiled widely at him.

“My name is Lily. Like those”, she pointed at a bunch of white lilies. she giggled when she saw his face light up on her flower-related name.

“A very beautiful name, Indeed” he said to her.

Surprisingly he enjoyed talking to the child even if she had a hard time pronouncing some words, she is very talkative and does know a lot about flowers.

Half a minute into their conversation a very frantic man came rushing into his shop walking straight to Lily, grabbing her thin arm roughly, speaking loudly, curses, and other harsh words that even as someone that wanted to break this world before knows it should not be spoken in front of a child. He walked out from behind his counter to confront the man.

He grabbed the man’s arm to steady it from shaking the poor kid making it look up at him. He saw how his presence made the man unsure of how to react next. He stared down at him.

“If you know what's best for you, you'll unhand the poor child now.” He said through gritted teeth. The man swallowed a lump on his throat, slowly letting go of Lily. He walked infront of her shielding her from harm.

"That's my kid!" The man shouted, pointing at Lily who's holding tightly on Loki's pants. "S-so will you mind your own business? That kid roamed around when she knows she's definitely not supposed to." He continued.

"Is that true?" Loki asked softly. Lily slowly nodded her head as she whispered a faint appology.

He sighed and look back up again to her Dad. "Then may I ask how you're able to loose your child for almost half an hour and just noticing now? Even my father would not be that careless even with the flaws that he had." He said smirking as he saw the man's face turns pale.

"H-how did-" the man wasn't able to finish talking when another figure came rushing in his shop, running and almost stumbling trying to get near Lily. The child for the first time since people started invadin his sacred space lets go of his pants to run to the woman that came in sobbing loudly. The smell of freshly bloomed flowers surrounded him making his brain hazy as if it's caressing the deepest longing he had in his being. His eyes landed to the weeping mess on his floor, hugging the child tightly. A soft smile appeared in his lips as he saw Lily pats the womans head whispering assurance. What a unique sight *but what a sight indeed* he told himself as he stared at you. Something in him is being pulled and he's not sure why but his heart felt like it's finally beating the way that it should be. *Oh Norns* he thought again.

You're a sobbing mess and you know it. Nothing is scarier for a mother than the news that her child is missing. So after dismissing your botanical 101 class early, you run as fast as you could to your car and drove to the park near your home where your ex-husband said he'll be *quote **bonding** unquote* with his daughter but you know its only for show as it's almost election day and he needs to save face to the townsfolk. God, you wished you didn't agree but the thought of giving Lily a chance to be with her Dad can help give her a little normality in her life but this just prove it wrong.

"Are you sure you're okay sweetheart?" You asked her again, roaming your eyes from her head to her shoe.

"I am Mommy. Mr. Loki here was very nice to me." She said pointing at the tall man beside the both of you. Oh goodness, you didn't even noticed him there and he's huge. Wiping the tears on your face you stood up to face him.

Having the chance to properly see him you couldn't help but admire how beautiful he looks and surrounded by all these flowers makes him ethereal.

"I'm so sorry for all the mess and thank you for keeping Lily safe in here." You told him. "Luckily we didn't have to look long or I might just loose it." You said with gritted teeth as you look at your ex who's standing at the corner like an idiot.

"Not long hmm..." The man, Loki was it. What a unique name.

"We should go." Patrick said his voice shaking a little. "Your kid had caused enough trouble as it is." The man said and tried to reach out to both you and Lily but Loki blocked him before he got the chance.

"Who caused trouble again?" He asked raising an eyebrow. "Tell me what you told me earlier Lily." Loki said looking down at your daughter who only swallowed as she looks at her dad. You frowned at them.

"What's going on?" You asked.

"How long were you looking again?" Loki smirked as he challengely stare at Patrick but you know the question is for you.

"Ten to fifteen minutes give or take?" You answered unsure of what's going on. You are looking at Patrick to Loki back and fort. Your hands softly pulled Lily to your side and you felt her small arts embraced your waist.

"We'll, this bright young girl here had been woth me for almost half an hour. What kind of father let their child roam around unattended for that long?" Loki's voice started to sound angry as he stared at Patrick. Hands closing into a fist as he felt anger rise up his mind but he wasn't able to continue expressing that as all the flowers on the shop started dying. From beautiful colors to a decaying brown. You heard Patrick gasp as he look at you, eyes pleading.

"Norns, what's going on?" Loki said but he sounded far away from your ears. All you can focus on was Patrick. The man had let your daughter on her own for that long and had the gull to lie about it? Gritting your teeth as angry consumes you.

"Mommy doesn't like being angry." Lily said as she runs to her father's side holding his hand and air started to return on his body. "Can you pls make mommy not angry?" She asked, eyes full of maturity as she assess the situation and Loki understand what's going on.

They're mutants, of course. This mother and daughter duo gives and takes life. Acting as fast as he could he turned you toward him hands touching both of your wrist and used his seidr to fill your mind with his and Lily's conversation from earlier. How she laughed at him from being serious and how she named all the flowers she can see and how she told him how much she loves her mommy and that you're be best of all mommies in the universe.

Lily let go of her Dad's hands and he's been breathing on his own and didn't take a second before he's running out of the shop. Serves him right Loki thought before returning his focus to you. You're stating at him as if in daze.

"T-thank you." You whispered and he smiled gently at you. Oh how he wants to keep you in his hold and protects you.

"It is nothing." He answered as his eyes felt like they're trapped in yours. He can see the uncertainty, the guilt and the longing in them and he wanted nothing else but to ease your heart and mind. How in the norns could such beauty cause such grift, and knowing hot that ends all he wants is to be there to assure you it'll be alright.

"Mommy and Loki, staring like trees K-I-S-S-I-" Lily's gigly high pitched voice broke your both on your trance, your face heating up at what she's singing.

"LILY ROSE Y/L/N!!!" You gasped, wided eyed as your daughter just giggled and run around the shop touching flowers after flowers and they all returned to how they are, fresh and colorful. "I am so sorry for everything." You told Loki and he only smiled at you.

"Would you like to stay for tea?" He asked, his hans went up to wipe a stray tear on your cheek and you couldn't help but lean on his touch making him smile wider.

"Yes please!" Lily answered for you making you blinked rapidly.

"Uhm..y-yeah. we'd love that." You answered and how thankful you're for that day as life became very colorful and full of love for you and your daughter thanks to Loki.

Thank you so much for reading!!! Likes, Reblogs and comments are well appreciated. Its been a while I'm so happy to be back 😭😭😭

-zephy

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HBC Wicked Wednesday Masterlist 2022

April 6

Beating Heart - by @callingsergeantbarnes

Clicking of my Heels - by @callingsergeantbarnes

March 23

The Records Room - by @nano--raptor

If we’ve missed adding your story here, please message us to let us know! Love, The Smutty Librarians of the HBC  📚

[book-dragon-13]

HBC Wicked Wednesday Nov 17

Ari

Thor

Mobster Hal

James Conrad

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[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: The Car Auction

This is for the March 2nd Wicked Wednesday at @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ I wasn’t sure about this one at first because I tend to write a softer Ransom... but after reading it again today (I wrote it last night), I’m liking it a lot more!

The prompt I used is "Did you just give me a compliment?".

Title: The Car Auction

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x female reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: language, suggestive

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

"He's here," your friend muttered to you before she slinked off.

Since you knew he'd seek you out, you stayed where you were, admiring the classic cars up for auction.

"You clean up nicely," Ransom said from behind you, a moment later.

You rolled your eyes before you turned and gave your best customer a charming smile. "Hello, Ransom."

The two of you had met at a similar car auction ten years ago when he'd shown up late and  outbid you on the 1972 BMW 3.0 CSi that had almost been yours.

The first time he'd brought the car to your shop, you figured it was to rub the fact that the car was his and not yours in your face and you had charged him that extra pain in the ass fee because of it. The joke was on him, however, because after that, you were the only one he trusted with his baby.

"What brings you here tonight?" you asked, pretending you didn't know.

Ransom smirked and gave you a look that said he knew what game you were playing. "The 1962 Sunbeam Alpine is going home with me," he stated, in a cold whisper. "I didn't come here to play any games."

"Oh, is there a Sunbeam here?" you asked, pretending to be surprised. "I'm here for the Thunderbird, myself."

"Don't play cute," he snapped. "You don't fuck with me and I'll continue to bring my cars to your garage. Fuck with me and we'll see what happens."

Before you could come up with a response, the auctioneer called everyone forward to start.

Unable to shake Ransom, you ended up sitting next to him. Obviously, he meant to keep his eye on you all evening.

Thankfully, the 1956 Ford Thunderbird came onto the auction block first and you put in the first bid. Ransom, the jackass, upped the bid a couple times, nearly to your max amount, but he backed off after the two of you shared a look.

"I did you a favor," he muttered in your ear as your final bid was announced as the winner.

"And I'm doing you one," you retorted as you stood up. "I got what I came for. Good luck, Ransom."

It took everything in you to keep your head towards the back of the building as you left to pay for your new car. You didn't have the money yet, exactly, but it was only a matter of time.

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It was finally time, Ransom thought, as the 1962 Sunbeam Alpine Series II was driven into view. He'd been dreaming about owning this exact James Bond car since he was a kid and now it would finally be his.

Not wanting to play any games or let anyone else think they were going to win his car, he called out a crazy bid. A bid that no one in their right mind would counter.

Except someone did, from across the room. He couldn't see them from where he sat, but he quickly raised his padel to increase his bid.

The joker across the room forced him to go nearly $25 grand higher than he'd planned to, but they finally bowed out, leaving the car to him.

He was congratulated, and called many a bad name, by people as he made his way to pay for his new toy. He felt nothing but joy as he signed his check and collected the papers for the car. He even took the long way home in his fully restored new car.

It wasn't until he got home and looked at the DMV paperwork and saw who the previous owner was that his joy came crashing down.

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"God," you sighed as your best friend recounted what had happened the night before at the auction. "I wish I could have been there and seen his face when you bid against him."

"I would have loved to have seen it myself," she said with a laugh. "But you told me to act like nothing was going on, so I resisted. But I swear you could hear everyone's heads turning as we went back and forth."

You opened your mouth to reply, but stopped when you looked up and saw Ransom standing outside the open garage door.

"Oh fuck," you muttered into the phone. "He's here."

"Don't hang up!" your friend demanded. "I'll listen and call 9-1-1 if you cry for help."

You nodded and pretended to hang up the phone as you set it down on top of your rolling tool chest. Honestly, you didn't think he would hurt you, but you'd kind of figured he'd be pissed once he found out what you'd done.

"You played me like a fool," he fumed as he entered the garage.

"How so?" you countered.

"The Sunbeam, it was yours this whole time," he stated and then narrowed your eyes. "And you don't seem that surprised to see me this morning."

"You always show up unannounced," you said with a shrug. "Nothing out of the ordinary here."

Ransom narrowed his eyes. "Who was she?" he asked.

"Who was who?" you retorted.

"The other bidder at the auction last night," he stated.

"I don't know because I left before then," you reminded him.

"You know who it was, I know you do," he growled.

"What did they look like?" you asked him. "If you can describe them, maybe I'll recognize them. I'm good with faces."

He glared at you and you glared right back at him.

"Here's what I think happened," he stated, his arms crossed over his chest as he glowered at you.  "You paid someone to up the bid on the car I wanted that you just happened to be selling."

"I did not pay anyone anything," you snapped back. It wasn't a lie, your friend had nearly done you a favor last night.

The vein in his neck pulsed as he visually tried to contain his anger.

With as angry as he was, you were surprised at how calm you were, but you were more surprised at how your body was responding to Ransom and his glare. You could only hope that your coveralls really covered all including your nipples.

"And even if I did, you couldn't prove anything." The words came flying out of your mouth before you really considered them.

His nostrils flared and you took an automatic step backwards. Which wouldn't have been a bad thing, except for the fact that you ran into the rolling tool box that you hadn't bothered to set the locks on.

Your hands flailed as you started to fall backwards, visions of smashing your head on the cement floor of the garage flashing through your mind.

Then you felt a strong hand grab one of your wrists and yank you forward. Instead of falling and hitting the floor, you found yourself smashing into Ransom's hard chest.

"I've got you. You're ok." The anger was completely gone from his voice.

"Thank you," you said in barely a whisper.

It happened in slow motion, after that.

Your eyes met his.

His head tilted towards yours.

Your head aligned with his.

His mouth met yours.

Never in all the years of working with Ransom had you ever thought about kissing him, but now that you were, you couldn't imagine not wanting to kiss him. The man drove you fucking crazy, but only when he talked.

And his mouth was clearly made for better things.

"Fuck, I love your mouth," you muttered as he kissed down your neck.

He paused and you felt the bastard smile against your neck.

"Did you just give me a compliment?" he asked, grinning at you in that cocky bastard way of his.

"Oh shut up and kiss me," you retorted, pulling his face back to yours.

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Meanwhile, at your friend’s house, she was starting to get worried.

She’d heard the garage door close, but after that things had gotten too quiet.

Just as she was heading out to her car, your voice finally reached the forgotten phone from somewhere else in the garage.

“Oh god, yes, Ransom,” you moaned.

Stopping dead in her tracks, your friend clutched the phone to her ear and listened.

“Yes, oh! Right there! Yes!”

Suddenly realizing what was going on and what she was doing, your friend pulled the phone away from her ear and ended the call.

Then, because she couldn’t resist, she sent you a text.

Well that conversation turned interesting. Can’t wait to find out what Ransom was doing that made you moan like THAT! 😏

Sunday. Brunch. Girl, you owe me all the details! 🍆

[yuyungi]

HBC Wicked Wednesday -Sub!Bucky Moodboard

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GOOD QUESTION.

Wicked Wednesday

wHaT tHaT mOuTh dO

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HBC Wicked Wednesday: November 24, 2021

This November the HBCs are doing something a little different. Each Wednesday, we will be posting three different types of prompts (3 quotes, 3 plots and 1 SFW but suggestive photo) to inspire you to create something for at least one of the 7 prompts.

You will have from when the prompts go live on Wednesday morning (roughly 5 am EST) until the next Tuesday to write a drabble, create a moodboard, etc.

Rules For Our Drabbles:

You do not need to reserve a prompt.

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

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

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

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

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

Use #HBC Wicked Wednesday on your works!

EVERYONE is welcome to participate!

Here are the prompts for November 24th

Quotes:

"You cant tease me like that and expect not to be punished."

"We need to talk about what happened last night."

"Is there a reason you're blushing like that?"

Plots:

They were just fake dating... right?

Getting paired up on an amusement park that requires even numbered riders.

Blurting out a confession of love

Photo:

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[book-dragon-13]

HBC Wicked Wednesday

Here are ways Sebastian Stan makes me want to be wicked:

Speaking Romanian

https://youtu.be/vijZAYlEkLE

https://youtu.be/xjufawIuWS0

(30 minute Romania interview)

Hal

My favorite scene: https://youtu.be/0Xqo0libLak

The way he kisses

https://youtu.be/Rb_h5b4ZvOk

In the gym

https://youtu.be/CpbUY2fmWjQ

Destroyer Chris

https://youtu.be/TdNknz1aQ2s

Charles Blackwood

https://youtu.be/_W44pcq59Ag

(Thanks @spacemansam and @marvelousmeggi)

Daddy look

Here’s a couple posts I’ve made about the Daddy look:

HBC week of kinks

HBC Daddy Monday

And here’s the general look:

So in conclusion:

Sebastian Stan makes me feel...

Wicked

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18+ Drabble: Red Hot

I’ve had the combo of red nails and red lips in my head for awhile and wanted to write something about it... but I never found the right story/idea. Then yesterday, I got some inspo and today I found a prompt from the HBC Wicked Wednesday list for the @the-ce-horniest-book-club​​ that just worked perfectly for it. Also y’all get a moodboard because it was too good not to share!

Title: Red Hot

Pairing: Andy Barber x female reader

Rating: R

Warnings: semi-graphic blow job, language

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

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

It was Friday night.

Date night.

Or that's what it was supposed to be, you sighed.

Instead, Andy was downstairs reviewing papers for a case.

Papers that could have waited until tomorrow or Sunday to review.

Your eyes fell on the red dress you'd picked out to wear to dinner tonight.

It was such a shame that you weren't going to end up wearing it.

Unless, your head tilted as an idea came to you.

It would be a wicked idea.

Andy would probably hate it.

At first.

Grinning, you stood up and went into the bathroom to get dressed.

You found Andy exactly where you'd left him some thirty minutes before: sitting on the couch in the living room, surrounded by papers.

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you set your plan into action. It was time to seduce your husband.

Crossing the room, you waited for him to look up at the sound of your heels click clacking on the hardwood floor, but he didn't even flinch.

In fact, it wasn't until you reached down and carefully pulled the folder out of his hands that he even registered your appearance.

And you didn't bother to fight the grin that spread across your painted red lips as his eyes traveled down your body.

"Like what you see?" you asked, coyly.

He groaned and nodded his head. "Fuck, babe, you know I do," he stated. "But -" He lamely gestured to the papers spread out. "I'm too busy."

He started to say something else, but his mouth closed when you knelt down in front of him.

"I'll be quick," you assured him as you reached for the zipped of his black slacks. "I promise."

"I… fuck," Andy muttered, but didn't even try to stop you from freeing his cock. "Babe, I -" The words died on his lips as you stroked him.

"Just enjoy it," you whispered to him, a sexy smile spreading across your face. "I'm going to."

~*~*~*~*~

All he could see was red.

Her fingernails.

Her lips.

The lipstick stain she'd left on his cock.

"Oh god," he moaned as she licked the underside of his erection. "Babe. Oh god."

She little out a soft laugh against him and he bucked his hips forward, the vibrations of her laugh nearly making him cum.

As if she knew just how close he was, she drew him back into her mouth, teasing him a bit more with those red lips.

It was all too much.

How was any man supposed to endure such torture and not give in?

"Babe, I'm -" he started to say, but couldn't finish his warning before he felt himself tighten and recognizable speech was no longer possible.

He was dimly aware of her continued movements and the fact that she was cleaning up his mess.

But it wasn't until she was tucking his cock back into his pants, that his brain finally caught up with what was happening.

He blinked as he watched her stand up and straighten that fucking hot red dress. Then she caught his eye and sent a wink in his direction before she left the room and made her way down the hall to the kitchen.

Andy shook his head, not quite believing what had just happened. He was quite certain it hadn't all been a dream.

Right?

Had his wife really interrupted his work to give him a blow job and then wander off like it just hadn't happened? Like she didn't need or want him to return the favor?

His eyes shifted to the papers scattered around him, but he wasn't sure that any of them would make sense anymore. Not tonight at least.

Before he even realized what he was doing, he stood up and yanked his tie loose.

She might think she'd done him a favor or surprised him, but he wasn't done with her yet.

By the time he made it to the kitchen, he'd lost his tie, his suit jacket and his button down shirt.

He'd never really imagined taking his wife on the kitchen counter, but right now it seemed like a wonderful idea.

"Andy?" she said, sounding somewhat surprised. "What are -"

He cut her off by pressing his lips against hers, hard. He could taste himself on her tongue as he deepened the kiss.

"It's date night," he finally grunted out a response. "And I want to start with dessert."

He hoisted her onto the counter then yanked his undershirt up and over his head.

It was in the split second before his face was fully revealed to her that he caught the sly look on those gorgeous red lips and everything clicked in his mind.

The saucy minx had planned it all.

She'd seduced him.

On purpose.

He dropped the shirt onto the kitchen floor and then smirked.

She thought she'd won, that she'd outsmarted him, but the game had just begun.

[yuyungi]

HBC Wicked Wednesday - Gym Seb Moodboard

As @spacemansam knows I'm a slut for gym seb. So many wicked thoughts come through my mind with him ;)

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My HBC Wicked Wednesday plans include writing the prompts still in my inbox from Drunk Drabbles last night and hoping that the Smut Demon graces me with his presence today, because his brother the Fluff Demon was very insistent last night...

Thank you everyone for sending me prompts, reading my drabbles, reblogging and commenting ❤️ I don't deserve you!