June 13th – swap from original prompt to Cry Me A River - Julie London / “Now you say you're sorry”
Dividers by @cafekitsune
Warnings: spanking, (kinda soft dom or maybe just very annoyed Baelor 😅 x brat!reader)
Word Count: 490 (sorry, this one run away from me)
Summary: teasing a dragon has consequences...
EVENT MASTERLIST
You’re flustered and breathing hard from the frantic run just moments before as you try to squirm and wiggle out, but the arm on the small of your back holds you in place bent over the massive oak desk.
Your dress is hitched up, bunched and thrown half over your shoulders.
“Baelor, what…,” you gasp as your small clothes are suddenly pulled down, exposing your naked ass.
What the hell is he doing?
No, he wouldn’t dare!
The grip tightens a bit, and then you hear it–first the swing, then a thunderous whack as a large open palm smacks down against the bare skin of your ass, and you feel your cheek wiggle from the impact.
You shriek. The sting is sharp and hot, the clap still rings in your ears, as you go very still.
You are too stunned to move. You just listen to Baelor’s heavy and panting breath behind and above you.
“Baelor,…” you gasp, making a half-hearted attempt to push yourself up.
“I’m not finished, yet,” you hear, and almost immediately his arm swings again.
His palm lands on your ass, and you squeal helplessly. The sting is sharper than the first one and your flesh starts to throb.
“Baelor, please, I’m sorry,” you whine.
“Oh, now you say you're sorry. So tell me, what is my dear wife sorry for?”
“For… for being so impatient,” you stutter and squeeze your eyes shut as another smack lands on your rear.
Baelor is panting throatily now, whether from the run through the palace chasing you or from something else you cannot tell.
“Think harder!” he raises his arm while you try to scramble in your mind through the list of all your today’s misdemeanors.
“I’m sorry …,” you croak, “for… making you chase me.”
Smack.
“There you go. What else?”
“For… for laughing at you during the council,” you mumble.
Smack.
“Continue, my love.”
“For teasing you,” you mewl. Swift, and purposeful, his arm raises and his palm hurls down, colliding with your ass in another sharp smack, over the same burning spot.
You squeak and Baelor stills. There is something else in your voice. He can hear it. Something more than just pain and embarrassment as you can’t prevent your gasp turning into a quiet delightful whimper.
“Teasing…”
Smack.
“Me…”
Smack.
“In front of …”
Smack.
“The whole council.”
You breathe shakily, and your eyes are watery, but that’s by far not the only wetness your body responds with to your husband's fury.
You can feel it, no worse, you can hear it, the embarrassingly squelchy sound your cunt makes as you shift slightly in Baelor’s grip.
You’re soaked through, drenched in gushy slick, seeping out of your cunt and dripping down your thighs and you bite down on your bottom lip in the futile attempt to stifle the filthy, honeyed moan that slithers from your lips as the next clap lands on your ass.
Pairing: Baelor Targaryen x fem!reader
Authors note:June Jukebox Scribbles event.
June 9th – Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye / “Like when you said you felt so happy you could die”
Dividers by @cafekitsune
Warnings: SMUT 18+, fingering
Word Count: 300
Summary: It's your wedding night and Baelor is a total simp for his wife. Honestly, it's just me, dreaming about our wedding night. Love my old man😍😍😍
EVENT MASTERLIST
Your fingers nervously crumple the silk of your nightgown as you watch Baelor unbutton his doublet.
Baelor Targaryen. The prince of the realm. Your husband. The word tastes strange in your mouth.
He makes a step toward you. Unconsciously you make one back. He reaches out, catches your hand and pulls to his lips. He kisses your fingers slowly, one by one. You lower your gaze, unable to suppress the faint tremor, running down your spine.
“Remember the day when you agreed to marry me?” he asks softly and lifts your chin, making you meet his gaze.
“Like when you said you felt so happy you could die?” you recall with a smile.
“I will make you feel the same tonight, my love,” he leans in and kisses you, tongue slipping inside your mouth and teasing yours as his fingers untie the laces at your shoulders. The silk catches on your breasts before it slides down to the floor.
Baelor turns you, pressing your back against his chest. One large hand cups your breast while the other trails lower, dipping between your thighs.
He drags his finger through your folds, finds your pearl and starts rubbing it in low, firm circles.
“Does it feel good?” he breathes against your neck, sliding one long finger inside you. You moan at the stretch and he adds a second.
He starts fucking you with his fingers, thumb never leaving your perl, and soon you’re moaning wildly, rocking shamelessly into his hand. He picks up his pace and fucks you faster, his own breath growing more ragged with every stroke.
“Good girl,” he rasps in your ear, kissing your neck and you shatter with a sharp cry, legs shaking. Baelor holds you upright against his chest.
June 10th - Pink Pony Club - Chappell Roan / “Every night's another reason why I left it all”
Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
Warnings: fluffiest fluff
Word Count: 300
Summary: Sometimes love looks like cookies, cuddles, and no regrets. Just a sweet moment in the life of househusband Bucky Barnes.
EVENT MASTERLIST
You unlock the apartment door and step in. It’s quiet.
No, peaceful.
You lean against the frame and close your eyes. Just for a moment.
Home.
There is cinnamon in the air, and somewhere down the hall on the floor lies a forgotten book. You pick it up. SpongeBob grins back at you from the page, and you can't help but smile.
A pair of arms slides around your waist. You never hear Bucky coming. Once it startled you, now it simply feels familiar.
"You look exhausted," Bucky murmurs and kisses your neck.
You melt into him.
"Is it that obvious?"
"Only to me," he grins.
He takes your bag from your shoulder and puts it down by the door. You let him guide you toward the sofa and pull you down next to him.
A glass of wine waits on the coffee table. You reach for it, but misjudge the distance and the glass slips.
You barely register what happened before Bucky catches it in the air.
“Force of habit,” he chuckles, handing it back to you.
You notice traces of flour on his forearm. Little Natty must have talked him into baking cookies again.
Bucky’s hand cups your cheek, and you nuzzle against it.
You love him so much it aches sometimes. The super soldier who can kill a man with one arm and assemble a bomb from your kitchen supplies. The man who folds tiny socks, kisses scraped knees, packs lunches, and makes every room feel warmer just by being in it.
He leans forward, lips almost touching yours.
"Do you ever regret it?" you ask quietly.
Bucky's smile appears slowly together with tiny creases around his beautiful eyes.
"Never," he says, his thumb brushing your cheek, "and every night's another reason why I left it all."
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Authors note: June Jukebox Scribbles event.
June 7th - Jump (For My Love) - Pointer Sisters / “I know you like what you see”
Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
Warnings: SMUT 18+, male masturbation
Word Count: 300
Summary: Bucky has very vivid imagination when it comes to his cute neighbour, but the walls are paper thin...
Bucky slams the door shut and presses his back against it. It doesn’t make sense. He shouldn’t feel like that. You’re his neighbour next door, bright eyes and warm smile. Polite. Nothing more.
You bumped against his shoulder. A soft giggle, a quick apology and you continued running down the stairs.
And he? He was rock hard and sweating, and all he could think about were your lips and how good they would feel wrapped around his cock.
Bucky stumbles into his small, shabby Bucharest outskirts apartment and slumps on the couch. His fingers already fumble with the zipper of his pants. He pulls himself out and starts fisting his cock with rough, tight strokes.
You have such large, pretty and innocent eyes. The most beautiful eyes he could imagine, looking up at him, while he fucks your mouth, his hand in your hair. He can almost hear the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth.
“Fuck,” Bucky groans and jerks faster, harder.
Thick, hot ropes of cum paint his stomach and he moans your name.
“Damn,” he curses, reaching for the box of tissues with a sticky hand to wipe the mess off his stomach, and tugs himself back. His cock is still half-hard and pulsing when the doorbell rings.
Stiffly he shuffles to the door, opens it and freezes.
You’re wearing only a tight t-shirt and tiny sleepshorts. His eyes drop to the way your nipples press against the fabric and snap back up to your face.
You blink through your lashes.
“Oh, don’t pretend,” you smile at him. “I know you like what you see.” Your gaze drifts down then back up again. “The walls here are paper thin, you know.”
And somehow your eyes don't seem so innocent anymore.
Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x fem!reader
Authors note: June Jukebox Scribbles event. June 8th - Living La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin / “I feel a premonition”
Warnings: fluff
Word Count: 352
Summary: Sihtric is just too cute and too clueless, so you have to help him
Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
You noticed the young Dane Uhtred brought back to Coccham right away–mostly because he was handsome, but also because he looked like a startled deer.
It seemed he moved with the shadows, never too close, never too loud, always alert, watching more than speaking, yet somehow he always seemed to be wherever you were.
He was there when you needed water from the well. The firewood by your house was suddenly always splitted and the leak in your roof disappeared the moment you mentioned it in passing by the training ground.
It was almost endearing how obvious he was even if he never dared to speak up to you.
You had tried to approach him, but it seemed that the young warrior was more inclined to wrestle a wild boar than engage in a conversation with you.
Nevertheless you were not ready to give up so easily. Especially not tonight. The big hall buzzed with laughter and ale, music played and warriors shouted over one another.
You spotted Sihtric in the far end of the hall.
"I noticed you watching me," you said, sliding onto the bench beside him and offering a mug.
His eyes widened.
"I wasn't," he finally managed, but his face turned crimson.
Gods, he was adorable.
You leaned closer. "Did you know I can see the future?"
"You can?"
You nodded.
"I feel a premonition."
Sihtric’s expression became completely serious.
"What do you see?"
"A handsome, strong warrior is going to kiss me tonight," you whispered.
Sihtric’s shoulders slumped and the cute brightness in his eyes was gone.
"He's fortunate," he murmured, staring down into his ale.
You blinked.
"Who?"
"The warrior."
For a moment you simply stared at him.
"Oh, Sihtric."
His head snapped up.
“What?”
You took his hand.
"I wasn't talking about another warrior."
"You weren't?"
"Sihtric, I was talking about you," you rolled your eyes.
"Me?"
“Yes, you, you silly boy.”
"You… you think I'm handsome?" the colour of his cheeks got even deeper.
"I do," you smiled at him.
"And strong?"
You nodded.
Hope flickered in his mismatched eyes.
"Then perhaps," he said carefully, leaning closer, "your premonition might come true."
June 9th – Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye / “Like when you said you felt so happy you could die”
Dividers by @cafekitsune
Warnings: SMUT 18+, fingering
Word Count: 300
Summary: It's your wedding night and Baelor is a total simp for his wife. Honestly, it's just me, dreaming about our wedding night. Love my old man😍😍😍
Your fingers nervously crumple the silk of your nightgown as you watch Baelor unbutton his doublet.
Baelor Targaryen. The prince of the realm. Your husband. The word tastes strange in your mouth.
He makes a step toward you. Unconsciously you make one back. He reaches out, catches your hand and pulls to his lips. He kisses your fingers slowly, one by one. You lower your gaze, unable to suppress the faint tremor, running down your spine.
“Remember the day when you agreed to marry me?” he asks softly and lifts your chin, making you meet his gaze.
“Like when you said you felt so happy you could die?” you recall with a smile.
“I will make you feel the same tonight, my love,” he leans in and kisses you, tongue slipping inside your mouth and teasing yours as his fingers untie the laces at your shoulders. The silk catches on your breasts before it slides down to the floor.
Baelor turns you, pressing your back against his chest. One large hand cups your breast while the other trails lower, dipping between your thighs.
He drags his finger through your folds, finds your pearl and starts rubbing it in low, firm circles.
“Does it feel good?” he breathes against your neck, sliding one long finger inside you. You moan at the stretch and he adds a second.
He starts fucking you with his fingers, thumb never leaving your perl, and soon you’re moaning wildly, rocking shamelessly into his hand. He picks up his pace and fucks you faster, his own breath growing more ragged with every stroke.
“Good girl,” he rasps in your ear, kissing your neck and you shatter with a sharp cry, legs shaking. Baelor holds you upright against his chest.
Authors note: June Jukebox Scribbles event. June 6th - Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish / “Don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how I feel”
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
Warnings: injury, SMUT 18+, oral (m receiving)
Word Count: 300
Summary: fix it fic. Baelor survives The Trial of Seven but struggles to get back on his feet and suffers from self doubt. Good that you are there to help your husband heal.
Baelor managed two shaky steps before his leg gave way beneath him.
You slipped an arm around his waist to steady him, before he fell. He cursed but let you guide him back to bed.
Months had passed since Ashford. Months of fever and pain, watching the strongest man you knew fight a quiet, merciless battle with his own body.
Some days brought hope, others stole it all back.
You crawled beside him and carefully rested your head on Baelor’s shoulder.
"You should ask for a divorce," he suddenly said.
You pushed yourself up to look at him.
"I would agree," his gaze was fixed on the ceiling.
"Baelor..."
"You are young," he said quietly. "Beautiful. Clever. Full of life."
A bitter smile touched his lips and vanished as quickly as it came. You watched his throat work.
"I do not want you to feel bound to a broken man."
"Baelor Targaryen, don’t you dare!” you hissed, scrambling upright as you swung your leg over him and straddled his hips.
"Don't talk 'bout me like how you might know how I feel," you jabbed a finger into his chest.
He tried to interject. You didn’t let him.
“You want to know how I feel about my husband?” you trailed your fingers down his abdomen. “Then let me show you.”
The first stroke of your palm over his underwear made him gasp, the second had him rock-hard beneath your hand.
You didn’t let him speak another word of self-pity. You slid down his body, pulled him out and took him into your mouth. You sucked him deep, swirling your tongue around the head.
It didn’t take long. With a broken moan, he came hard down your throat.
“At least this part is not broken,” you smiled as you whipped your mouth.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, featuring Alpine
Authors note: here goes the next entry for the June Jukebox Scribbles event. June 5th - Hey! Baby - Bruce Channel / “I'm gonna make her mine, all mine”
Warnings: none, the fluffiest fluff in all senses
Word Count: 455 (I tried, I really tried. To my defense, originally it had 800 words, so it's already a huge progress 😅)
Summary: what do you think, who's better at getting girls attention: Bucky Barnes or Alpine?
Falling in love at the age of 102 had never been on Bucky's bingo card, but here he was, blushing like an idiot every time you so much as smiled his way. He wanted to tell you. He really did and last night had finally seemed perfect.
A movie night and just the two of you on a couch.
His arm settled across your shoulders. You didn't move away. Perfect.
"There's something I..."
He never got any further.
"Hey, pretty!" you cooed as Alpine suddenly jumped into your lap. "Are you hungry, sweetie?"
The cat meowed, and next moment you were gone, carrying the fluffy menace to the kitchen.
Next morning, Bucky decided he was done waiting. No speeches. No rehearsing.
Just a kiss. Simple. Speaks for itself.
You were alone in the tower kitchen when he walked in.
"Morning," you smiled.
Bucky stepped closer. Your eyes met his. He glanced at your lips and leaned in.
A white blur shot across the counter.
"Alpine!"
Before Bucky could react, you scooped the cat into your arms.
"Morning, sweet girl!" you laughed, covering her face with kisses.
Bucky sighed and reached for a coffee cup.
Later during the day Bucky spotted you alone in the hallway.
"Can we talk?"
"Sure," you smiled.
Bucky drew breath and… Alpine casually trotted into view, dropping a toy mouse at your feet.
Ten minutes later, Bucky was still standing there, watching you enthusiastically play with the cat.
“You really think you can steal my girl?”
Perched on the kitchen counter, Alpine flicked an ear and continued licking her paw.
"Okay, I admit it," Bucky continued. "You've got game."
Alpine paused her grooming to blink at him.
"But that’s not enough. I just need one perfect moment."
The cat resumed washing her paw.
"Yeah, laugh it up, furball. You'll see. I'm gonna make her mine, all mine."
"Who exactly are you planning to make yours?" Came from the doorway.
Bucky’s soul briefly left his body.
"Nobody… I was just having a strategic discussion."
“With a cat?”
Alpine elegantly jumped from the counter and trotted over to rub against your legs.
"Oh, hello, sweetheart," you bent down to scratch behind her ears.
Bucky moved with a speed of a lightning, all supersoldier training concentrated in one desperate lunge.
In one stride he was next to you, scooped up Alpine, caught your wrist with his free hand and pulled you closer.
"I love you," the words burst out before he could overthink them, and then he kissed you.
Authors note: we continue with June Jukebox Scribbles event. June 3rd - swap from original promp to Praying - Kesha / “I'm proud of who I am / No more monsters, I can breathe again"
Warnings: some fluff, a bit of angst
Word Count: 300
Summary: after the fall of Dunholm you find Sihtric, sitting alone in the dark
You knew Sihtric too well to look for him at the fireplaces, but even after searching through Dunholm’s quiet corners, you still hadn’t found him.
Having no more better options, you wandered outside the fortress walls, and that’s where you found him, sitting alone back against a tree, elbows on his knees and gaze fixed somewhere behind the horizon.
For a moment, you simply watched him.
This place had nearly broken him once. Even if he didn’t speak much about his past, the small glimpses he had let you witness, made your skin crawl. You knew–returning here must have cost him more than he would ever willingly admit.
Carefully, you approached.
“Sihtric?”
He turned his head. He didn’t tell you to go away, so you took it as permission and settled beside him.
Without any warning Sihtric's hand slid behind your back, and next you were in his lap, straddling him.
Your surprised gasp crashed into his lips.
The kiss was desperate, fervent, all teeth and tongue, lips trembling like gasping for air after a lifetime of drowning.
You kissed him back. He let out a broken, shaky sound and pulled back just as suddenly.
“I’m sorry…,” he stammered, looking away.
You reached for his face, cupping his jaw. His cheeks were wet.
"Sihtric,” you brushed away a tear with your thumb. “You should be proud of yourself for coming back here.”
His eyes met yours and for a short moment you saw again the frightened boy he had once been. Then he was gone.
"I am," Sihtric said quietly. His palm went up and cradled your cheek. "I'm proud of who I am."
The words seemed to surprise him as much as they did you.
"I'm finally free. No more monsters," he kissed you again, more slowly. "I can breathe again."
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Authors note: here goes my next entry for the June Jukebox Scribbles event.
June 4th June 4th - Right Place, Wrong Time - Dr. John / “But I'm having such a good time”
Dividers by @/saradika-graphics
Warnings: SMUT 18+
Word Count: 300
Summary: it's kinda my version of why it went poorly when Bucky spoke to Sam about the New Avengers 😅. Bucky thinks he can tease you during an important breefing until you find him during a video call with Sam...
“The extraction point is here,” you tap with your finger on your padlet, and an image appears on the screen at the end of the room.
All heads turn toward it. All but one. Bucky sits next to you, looking far too innocent for the way his metal hand is sliding up your inner thigh under the long table.
“There are several retreat routes…,” your voice suddenly takes a higher pitch and you choke as his fingers brush higher, teasing the edge of your panties.
Fuck, wearing a skirt to the breefing was definitely a mistake.
You glance at him with a pleading face. The smug look he gives you makes your hand itch to smack him if only the whole team wouldn’t be here to witness it.
You grab a scrap of paper, scribble something and slide it toward him.
Stop!
Bucky reads, writes something back and flicks the note your way.
But I'm having such a good time.
The video call has just started as you slip inside the small meeting room. Bucky raises his eyes from the screen and waves dismissingly.
You almost turn around to leave but then stop suddenly. There is just a moment of hesitation before you drop to your knees and crawl under the desk.
“It’s not really about the copyright, Sam, isn’t it…,” Bucky’s voice suddenly fades into a sharp gasp as you settle between his spread thighs and unzip his pants.
You smile wickedly as Bucky’s metal hand grips the armrest. He’s already half-hard when you pull him free.
“Stop it,” he hisses under his breath, muting his mic for half a second.
You look up at him through your lashes.
“But I’m having such a good time,” you whisper and drag your tongue slowly up the underside of his cock.
