Warnings: S m u t - fingering, f/m sex, mild cursing.
Summary: smut with a light plot. this is inspired by Pussy is Mine - Miguel.
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It’d been a terrible week for Bucky Barnes, complete with a mission gone wrong and his favorite gun jamming. He felt tired. Numb. That’s how he ended up back at the DollHouse for the third time this week. He’s sitting in the last barstool, back to the wall, face set and eyes scanning. When they land on you his jaw unclenches. Just a little. You’ve got on that strappy black mesh set with black stilettos.
You grin wide as you slide between his thick thighs, “Hey there Soldier. Whatcha in the mood for today?”
His eyes flick up your body slowly- shamelessly- before they reach your eyes. “Just wanna watch you dance.” You nod, lacing your fingers through his and pulling him down the hall. Last room on the left, like always. He sits on the black velvet couch and fidgets with the label on his beer, but his eyes are on you.
Three months ago, Bucky Barnes walked into the DollHouse and waved you over after your set. He was hot. Beautiful even. That first night you’d led him to this very room and danced for him. His first visit was just you on the pole. On the second you gave him a lap dance. By the fifth, you broke your first rule and let him touch you. By the 10th visit, you’d told the bouncer to fuck off.
summary: professor barnes always said you were his best student, but he likes you even better when you're too dumb to argue back.
warnings/tags: SMUT, pwp, p in v, unprotected sex, dumbification, overstimulation, praise/degradation mix, light slapping (one cheek tap), professor/student relationship, he's condescending but sweet about it, pet names (pretty girl, sweetheart, baby, fucktoy), edging, no use of y/n, 18+ MDNI
from maddie: day three of january jumble scribbles, featuring professor bucky barnes, as voted for in the poll! it's not finished yet, but it looks like a forgone conclusion (i'm sorry ari lovers, he'll get his moment to shine!!). think there might be a few other professor barnes' with this prompt today, he's really making the rounds lmfao, so hopefully you guys are enjoying him!!
word count: 431. listen. i have no excuses. i'm not strong enough to keep it short when he's this filthy. i regret nothing.
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You’re shaking now, dumb with want. Nothing but heat, need, and those humiliating little whines that keep slipping from your open mouth every time his cock drags through your dripping folds, slow and cruel.
The thick head barely brushes your poor, swollen clit - just a fleeting kiss - but you’re so desperate it makes you cry out, hips jerking, as your eyes roll back.
A sharp little slap lands on your cheek, a condescending tap that stings just enough to jolt your eyes open.
“Eyes on me when I’m talking to you, pretty girl.”
Bucky’s voice is a tether, deep, cooing, and laced with something cruel, as he toys with your pussy, never quite pushing in.
You blink up at him, lips parted, tears staining your cheeks.
“There she is,” he rumbles, thumb finding your clit in mean, deliberate circles that make you whimper. “My clever little thing. You were so mouthy in class today, baby. All those big words, arguing like you knew better than me.” He smiles, lazy and wolfish. “Go on, sweetheart. Let’s hear a few now.”
But his cock keeps nudging at your entrance, catching just enough to make your cunt flutter around nothing and your thoughts dissolve.
“I—I can’t—” you hiccup. “You make—fuck—you make it very hard to think.”
“You can’t?” he echoes, mocking and indulgent. “But you’re my best student, baby. Is your little pussy making you stupid already?”
He pushes in, just the tip, then pulls out again, as if to prove a point. You cry out in a needy sob.
“Uh-huh, uh-huh,” you agree desperately.
He laughs, patronising, and grabs your face, squishing your tear-soaked cheeks between one large hand until your lips pucker in a pathetic, ruined pout.
“Aww, don’t pout sweetheart,” he coos, condescending and fond, thumbing your tears away as he bullies the head of his cock back inside. “S’okay. Brains are overrated when you’ve got a pussy like this.”
You whine, glassy‑eyed, hips twitching, cunt fluttering uselessly around him, trying to pull him deeper. His thumb drags against bottom lip, before he presses it into your mouth. Instinct takes over and you suck, mindless.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, cock twitching, just inside you. “You’re so dumb like this.” You moan around his thumb, drooling. “Just a needy little fucktoy now, huh?”
You sob again, nodding dumbly. “Y-yes, sir—”
“Good fucking girl,” he growls, finally bottoming out in one long thrust that knocks the breath from your lungs. “Don’t worry. You don’t need to think, baby. Just cry real pretty and take what your professor gives you.”
thank you for all the love on these scribbles so far!! the reblogs and comments have been much appreciated and i'm having a lot of fun with the prompts - hopefully you enjoyed today's as much as i did! if you did, please like & reblog/comment as i would be super grateful for feedback <3
prompt: arm yourself, because no-one else here will save you
summary: in a bunker beneath a dying world, survival doesn't leave room for softness
warnings/tags: SMUT, p in v, creampie, no protection, apocalypse/end of world AU, angst, emotionally detached sex, semi public sex, 18+ MDNI
from maddie: day 13 of january jumble scribbles! had fun with this one :)
word count: 299 (woohooooo!!! on time and within the word count.. who even am i right now)
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The bunker light stuttered overhead, your shadow jerking against the wall with every snap of Bucky’s hips. One hand gripped your waist, the other clamped over your mouth, the cold press of his dog tags hitting your back as he rutted into your soaked pussy like he was trying to drive every thought from his skull.
There were voices in the hallway, footsteps too, and still he didn’t stop. A needy moan slipped past your lips, vibrating into his palm, and your hips pushed back against him without thinking.
“Don’t fall in love with it,” he grunted in your ear, breath hot, words sharp. “Just needed a place to come.”
You didn’t answer - couldn’t - his cock dragging deep and mean through your cunt, slick and messy and loud enough that the noise of it made your face burn. The shelf beside your head groaned under the strain of his metal arm against it, keeping himself steady as he fucked into you with punishing force.
Then the sirens started, painting the room in red. Base breach.
Your orgasm hit at the same moment, stifled against his palm, his own release close behind as he grunted low, cock pulsing deep inside you with a final brutal thrust.
He pulled out fast, tucked himself back in, and grabbed the nearest rifles. One was tossed toward you without a glance, the weight of it slamming into your chest. Your hazy mind caught up just in time - fingers scrambling to keep it from clattering to the floor.
“You’d better arm yourself,” he said, voice flat, halfway to the door. “Because no one else here will save you.”
He disappeared into the alarm’s red wash, already another weapon among many, leaving you alone with your heartbeat and the mess of him dripping down your thighs.
thank you for all the love on these scribbles so far!! the reblogs and comments have been much appreciated and i'm having a lot of fun with the prompts! if you enjoyed, please like & reblog/comment as i would be super grateful for feedback <3
prompt:"i actually watch her back and not her backside."summary: the boys might bicker about manners, but they're perfectly aligned on ruining you for anyone else.warnings/tags: SMUT, threesome, double penetration (p in v, anal), soft dom!steve, mean dom!bucky, petnames/name calling (baby, cumdump), spit as lube, finger sucking, overstimulation, 18+ MDNI
from maddie: baby's first time writing a threesome for day 28 of january jumble scribbles! because i've never written a threesome before, i'm kinda nervous it's ass (pun intended) but let me know your thots! (if u don't like it i'll cry <33). i'm a bit obsessed the idea of them just talking to each other about you like you're not there whilst you're literally a mess between them, so that's what inspired this lolword count: 498
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You’re babbling already, mouth open against Steve’s throat, moans spilling out unchecked as he rocks up into you, dragging thick and hot through your soaked cunt while your thighs tremble around his hips. His hands are firm, thumbs digging in, guiding the roll of your body with ease.
Behind you, Bucky's crowding close, no patience left in him at all. His metal hand spreads your ass, fingers slick as he stretches you with a crude thoroughness that makes your words dissolve into helpless mewls.
"So fuckin' greedy," Bucky drawls. “So desperate for cock you’re fuckin’ twitching around my fingers like you’re not already stuffed full.”
You sob, nodding dumbly. “Please—please, fuck, 's too much—”
Your hands claw at Steve's chest, trying to do something with all the sensation, but you’re so small compared to him it barely registers - just soft, useless little scrapes against muscle.
“Breathe,” Steve coos, eyes flicking down to where you're stretched tight around his cock, pussy sucking him deeper with every twitch. “You’re doing so good for us, baby.”
Bucky scoffs as he lets spit dribble from his mouth, catching it with his thumb and rubbing it into your stretched hole just to watch you jerk. “Fuck off, Stevie. You’re balls-deep in her cunt, and she’s a cockdrunk mess who can't even remember her own name. Stop actin' like she's your sweetheart instead of our needy little cumdump.”
Steve glares at Bucky over your shoulder, trying for disapproval, but his fingers slip into your mouth anyway, pressing down on your tongue just to feel you suck on them, dumb and obedient.
“See?” Bucky snorts, lining his cock up with your ass, pressing the blunt head there to make you whine. “She’s practically beggin’ to get fucked stupid.”
“Don’t talk about her like that.” Steve pants, even as his hips snap up, making you cry out.
“At least I’m honest,” Bucky shoots back, pushing in slow, thick cock stretching you wide until your head drops to Steve's shoulder. “You still pretend you’re some kinda gentleman.”
“Yeah, well," Steve exhales, groaning when your walls flutter around his cock. "At least when we’re on missions, I actually watch her back and not her backside.”
Bucky laughs as he starts to fuck into your ass with slow, forceful thrusts, each one dragging a desperate noise out of you. “Bullshit, Stevie. You stare at her ass every time she bends over.”
Your mouth falls open, moaning brokenly around Steve's fingers, tears welling as your whole body shakes, nerves crackling under the pressure of too much, too deep, too full.
Steve's free hand slides up to grope your breast, pinching hard. “Because it’s a perfect fuckin’ ass.”
“Yeah, definitely not a gentleman.” Bucky grins against your neck.
They fall into a shared rhythm, thrusting into both your holes until your body trembles between them. You whine, lost in the pleasure, but they keep talking over you like you’re not even there - just something warm and wet to play with.
thank you for all the love on these scribbles so far!! the reblogs and comments have been much appreciated and i'm having a lot of fun with the prompts! if you enjoyed, please like & especially reblog/comment as i would be super grateful for feedback <3
prompt: do you believe in life after love?
summary: you rise from the sea after claiming his crew, and Captain Barnes can't tell if you're an angel sent to bless him or a devil come to collect.
warnings/tags: SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex, tagging dubcon bc of siren's lure but bucky is very enthusiastic lol, descriptions of the crew's blood, implies right at the end that reader takes bucky's soul/that he drowns, gothic maritime vibes, petname (sweetheart), 18+ MDNI
from maddie: day 30 of january jumble scribbles! this is technically a little prequel to my beloved fic the lighthouse, though this can be read alone without any extra context. but for those who have read it, this just gives a bit of detail on how our siren reader devoured bucky before you’re "rescued" by steve and his crew
dt: the mermaid queen @blowingbarnes!! after reading her most recent mermaid fic 'but daddy i love him', which is soo scrumptious, i was just in such a mermaid/siren mood and wanted to write this! hope u enjoy bb <3
word count: 491 (i fear i could've gone on forever i love this universe and writing in this style)
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The sea was red with the blood of his crew.
Bits of sail still burned against the black horizon, firelight flickering on the waves as you emerged from the surf, salt-slick and bare, blood dripping from your mouth like wine. The sea peeled itself from your skin like a lover reluctant to part, foam hissing as your tail split and softened into legs under you.
You should be sated. But he was still breathing.
Bucky knelt in the rocky shallows as his shipwreck groaned behind him, impaled on the rocks below the lighthouse, but he didn't care. Instead, he watched you like a man enchanted, as if he’d known you in dreams. Like he couldn’t tell heaven from damnation and wasn’t sure it mattered.
You traced the column of his throat with slow, lingering fingers, then pressed your lips to the fluttering pulse beneath - strong, defiant, and so deliciously alive. Blood smeared his skin where your mouth touched, warm and red from the men he’d called brothers. And when he pulled you in for a kiss, he tasted the copper on your tongue, moaning into it.
The tide lapped higher as you shifted to straddle him, peeling open the soaked front of his trousers. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, pulsing against your inner thigh. Guiding him between your legs, you dragged the leaking tip through your folds, teasing yourself open before you sank down in one smooth, claiming motion. The groan he gave you was half-prayer, half-ruin, one hand tangling in your hair, the other clutching your waist like he meant to be dragged to the depths with you.
“Christ—Didn’t know angels fucked like devils,” he murmured, thumb brushing over your nipple.“Didn’t know love could feel like drowning, either.”
“You call this love, Captain?” you purred, tilting your head, eyebrow raised. “Then tell me, do you believe in life after love?”
He laughed, strained and shaking, hips bucking up into you.
“Don’t need a life after, sweetheart,” he panted. “I'd follow you to hell just to keep feeling this perfect cunt squeeze my cock.”
The smile you gave him was slow, cruel, and full of delight as the sea curled higher, black and cold, wrapping around your hips like it meant to claim you both. You rode him with the rhythm of the tide, cunt dragging him deeper with every roll of your hips, drawing him closer to the edge, to release, to the place where his soul began to rise - bare and helpless and ripe for the taking.
He didn’t notice how deep the tide was pulling him until it was too late. Until your thighs locked tighter around his, and your hands slid to the back of his neck.
“Then give me your soul, Captain,” you whisper. “I promise I'll keep it warm.”
And when your lips sealed over his one last time, he let you drag him under the waves and to his ruin.
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prompt: "you started this"
summary: turns out lloyd hansen knows exactly how to handle a brat like you
warnings/tags: SMUT, vibrator, implied orgasm denial/edging, light bondage, dom/sub dynamics, light choking (lloyd has his hands around reader's neck but it's more to take you somewhere rather than choke), pet names (pumpkin (it’s lloyd lmfao), sweetheart), 18+ MDNI
from maddie: so i caught up and then immediately fell behind again :( - this should be day 18 of january jumble scribbles. my chronic fatigue has been on my ass lately so it's had to get into the head space to write and i feel really uncreative. i don’t really like how i used this prompt, and originally had a small matt x reader o come all ye faithful prequel planned, but it ended up being 1k words (not finished) which kinda blew through the point of the challenge and i didn't even like it anyway. so now we have this. haven't done lloyd yet though so that was fun at least - he's a right bastard and i love him lol
word count: 390
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Your mistake wasn’t the words - well, at least not entirely. It was the way you said them. The cocky little tilt of your head, the sway in your hips as you turned your back on him, and the careless way you tossed the words behind you like he wouldn’t follow. Like Lloyd Hansen had ever let a challenge go unanswered.
“You wouldn’t know what to do with me if I begged you.”
That’s how you find yourself being dragged into the bedroom, Lloyd’s fingers curled around your throat with just enough pressure to remind you who’d won. In hindsight, it probably wasn’t your smartest idea to go full brat this early on. But testing limits is part of the game, and you needed to see if Lloyd was all bark and no bite. You wanted to know how far he’d let you go. Turns out, not far at all.
Now your arms are tied above your head, wrists snug in soft cuffs clipped to the headboard. Your ankles are spread and bound wide, knees parted, leaving you completely exposed.
“I get it,” you taunt, still full of attitude as he tightens the last restraint, “just a few words and you’re pissed already. Poor baby, I must’ve hit a nerve.”
Lloyd laughs, utterly amused, brushing his knuckles over your cheek like you’re adorable. Like he’s already decided how many times you’re going to cry tonight. He straps a vibrator snug against your pussy, the silicone pressed right where you’re already slick.
“No, pumpkin,” he rumbles, straightening, eyes dark as he switches it on at the lowest setting. “Not pissed. Just hard.”
The vibration is low but relentless, and your thighs twitch immediately, your body caught between trying to resist and already melting.
“Now I’m gonna enjoy the show, and I’m not giving you shit until you ask nice - not because I’m mad,” he pulls up a chair, legs spread, cock already thick behind his zipper as he leans back, watching you start to squirm, “but because it’s what you clearly wanted.”
You hiss through clenched teeth, trying not to moan. “I didn’t—fuck—”
“Bullshit, sweetheart. You started this. You begged for it with that smart fucking mouth,” Lloyd purrs, watching your pussy clench around nothing. “And look at that.” He nods toward the mess between your legs. “Your pussy clearly agrees.”
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I’m am extremely invested in Shawna the Mom & enjoy lurking on the Reddit, but it gets so nasty. Especially lately regarding Julie and Ty.
- I think Julie and Ty both need to work on communication. Julie is mean and Ty lacks a spine. They really just aren’t compatible and have discovered it one house and two kids late. That sucks.
- I dislike the narrative that Shawna is a self centered ‘main character’ type. She is so clearly caring and emotional. And yeah she has flaws too.
