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
Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: You try to be quiet so Bucky doesn't hear you.
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Masturbation, longing, very little plot, implied sex, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 15 of the January Jumble Scribbles Challenge. Prompt: “You’re not as quiet as you think.” ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky Barnes had exceptional hearing. You learned that early on when John mocked him in another room and he repeated the words back to him before he put him on his ass. As luck would have it, the super soldier’s bedroom was right next to yours. It had been for months.
And Bucky’s exceptional hearing was the reason why you always moaned his name into your pillow or your hand when you touched yourself.
Like today.
You had your hand in your panties, your cunt dripping wet as you imagined him feasting between your legs. He looked like the kind of man who could eat pussy until you couldn’t see straight. You pictured gripping his hair and making his eyes roll back at your taste, both of you moaning when he swirled his tongue around your clit. He’d be so giving.
So demanding.
You smothered your mouth before you whined, “Bucky…”
He’d make you come all over his face before he split you open on his cock. He’d take you apart over and over. He’d-
“You’re not as quiet as you think.”
Your hand froze, and your eyes went wide when you saw Bucky standing in the doorway. Your heart nearly burst from your chest when he licked his lips and palmed himself through his pants. It had to be a dream. No way was he standing there.
“I…”
Your throat went dry when he strode over and gently took your hand from your panties, your fingers glistening. “Been listening to you for months,” he murmured, bringing them to his mouth and moaning. “I can’t take it anymore.”
You barely recovered from that sight before he leaned down to kiss your lips.
So, no, you weren’t very quiet.
Bucky proved that when the entire floor heard you scream his name.
He'll take care of you. 😌 Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
Pairing: David!Clark Kent x female!reader
Summary: Clark hears you from across the city, and thinks you're in danger. Every sound you make is making this worse.
wc: 500 |Tags: 18+, MDNI, f masturbation, brief sex toy use, brief oral (f receiving), I may have wrote Clark as a smart ass? Guys like that make me 🥴 tho
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The Planet was quiet, save for the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the rhythmic clatter of the Clark's keyboard. His glasses had slipped slightly down the bridge of his nose, half-forgotten as his eyes scanned the screen, mumbling a sentence aloud.
He was in the middle of a paragraph when it hit. A sharp gasp, echoing in his head like a siren. Broken, high-pitched, unmistakably yours.
Clark froze, muscles seizing. Listening. Heartbeat thudding. Another cry. Muffled. Panicked.
He stood, pen snapping in half, heart slamming, brain imagining every painful scenario.
Did someone break in? Were you hurt? Calling for him and he wasn’t there—
Every sound you make is making this worse, he thought frantically, arms already shoved in his jacket, snatching his briefcase, abandoning everything else.
The second he hit the rooftop, he launched into the night. Wind and vapor trailed behind him as he ripped through the sky, dread clawing higher with every heartbeat.
You were his girl. His best friend. His North Star. His everything. If you were hurt— If he was too late—
The apartment came into view: lights on, door locked, no signs of damage. But your pulse remained sharp and erratic.
He crashed through the balcony in a blur, caught himself on the curtains, ripped it down from pure impatience, glasses askew, breath ragged.
"Sweetheart?!"
Clark stopped so abruptly, his briefcase almost launching out of his hand at mach speed.
Because there you were, flat on your back on the couch, biting your lip, his shirt on your body riding high, one hand clamped over your exposed breast, the other sunk between your legs.
And nestled between those shaking thighs....Was that...?
Your slick fingers gripped a red-and-blue glistening vibrator—his symbol, his shield flashing brightly with each pulsing buzz.
Clark dropped his briefcase with a thud.
Your eyes went wide in horror. A strangled moan escaped anyway, your back bowing off the cushions in a desperate, dying climb toward release, right in front of him. Still your husband gawked from the threshold, thunderstruck and hard as a brick.
You clamped your legs shut, scrambled to kill the vibrator, to breathe. "Clark! Oh shit! I—I didn’t think you’d be back so—oh my God—stop looking at me like that—"
But why? When his sweet, sharp, insatiable girl was using a knockoff of his shield to fuck herself in their living room. And she was close.
"I didn’t know they made those," he managed, voice more ravenous than shocked.
You could’ve burst into flames. You weren’t even sure if you were still wet or just sweating with panic.
"L-Lois thought it was funny—a gag gift, said for when Perry kept you—God, why am I talking—I was just—Can you please just forget this happened?!"
Clark blinked, throat dry. He pressed a fist to his mouth, inhaled slowly, then exhaled even slower, grounding himself before he gave into the need to take you right there. His slacks were tight enough to hurt now.
"…Did you finish?"
You fell silent. Chest heaving. Couldn’t lie now. You shook your head. Of course, Clark thought, your orgasm was no doubt spoiled from mortification.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, " he apologised softly, stepping forward, dropping to one knee as if during a prayer. "You were right there, huh?"
You nodded, eyes averted, still panting, thighs clenching helplessly. He reached forward, large hands ghosting over your knees before gently coaxing them apart
"Let me help you, hon. Let me make up for it."
"Clark…"
"I need to," he murmured, eyes trained on your cunt, still fluttering, still dripping, still waiting, still...."She’s so pretty when she’s desperate."
You whimpered. He brushed his knuckle down your inner thigh, so tender it made you shiver. His other hand plucked the toy from your grasp, lips pursed, eyeing his family crest.
"Won’t be needing this," he muttered, setting it aside without a glance. "Not when the real thing’s home now. Unless... you want to compare?"
His thumb circled your clit in slow, unhurried motions, savoring the way you jolted beneath his touch. Your mouth opened from pleasure and shock, then closed again, because Jesus. Was he...?
"You’re… serious?"
"Yeah," Clark shrugged, sliding his palms beneath your ass, tugging you close. "Could be fun. You tell me how they stack up."
His voice dropped as his eyes locked onto your dripping pussy. "Though I’ve got a guess which one gets the better reviews."
He leaned in slowly, dragging his tongue just over your core. Testing. You groaned, half-annoyed, half-aroused.
"Go on," he invited. "Tell me which feels better."
And then he finally licked you—slow and deep, like he wanted to take his time convincing you. One long, unbroken stroke from your soaked cunt to the tip of your swollen clit. Your hips bucked violently, hands flying to his hair. Another swipe his tongue. Then another. You cried out, thighs quivering around his shoulders.
"Oh God—you're—baby, you’re such an ass sometimes!"
He chuckled into you. "That mean the toy’s losing already?"
"Yes! God, yes—it doesn't even come close—"
"Hm, that’s what I thought," he hummed, victorious.
"Ah!—fuck—me, Clark—"
"One sec," he promised gently, already bending forward again. His glasses started to fog, but he didn’t bother plucking them off. He sucked on your clit, adding more pressure with every mewl. "Tastes like someone missed me."
Your hand flew to his ear, pinching lightly. "Don’t tease right now—"
"I’m not," he countered, squeezing your ass, thumbs brushing your hips. "Just need to make sure you're okay."
You blinked down at him, dazed.
"You scared me," he confessed, breath catching against your inner thigh. "I heard you, your heartbeat. Thought something happened. I—I panicked."
You had no time to appreciate his sweet concern. His mouth returned to you, humming, and vibrating, and growing hungier by the second. "But it was just this," he muttered, plunging two fingers deep into you alongside his mouth.
You cursed, sobbed, head falling back against the cushions, hips rutting helplessly up to meet his mouth and hand. His other hand slid up, gently kneading your breast, rolling your nipple.
Clark's brain was melting, because Good Gosh, how had he ever thought about front-page news, deadlines, and rational thought when this was happening just a few miles away?
"Sweetheart," he murmured faintly, gaze flicking to object on the couch beside you. "Can you hand me what you were using?"
pairing: jason todd x gf!reader | platonic!damian wayne x reader
prompt: “If anyone walks in, that’s on you.”
word count: 370
standalone part 2 to day 8
"You gonna close the door?"
"No one's gonna come in, sweetheart."
You're both sprawled out on your stomachs on the floor of Jason's bedroom in the manor, The Pitt playing on your laptop in front of you. Your chin is propped up on Jason's arm, a makeshift cushion of sorts.
"We never get enough privacy as it is, Jay."
"No one's gonna come in," Jason reassures.
"If anyone walks in, that's on you," you warn, but there's no malice behind it. Just that same sweet tone always trying to tell him 'I'm right, you're wrong'. When he doesn't move to close the door, you simply shrug. "It's your reputation if anyone sees you. Not mine."
It's then that you hear footsteps coming down the hallway. Jason's room is in the same wing as his brothers', but last you checked, they'd all been preoccupied doing their own thing downstairs. Neither of you had anticipated anyone coming through, had hoped for a peace and quiet you're rarely granted.
Your boyfriend freezes, muscles stiffening beneath your chin. He literally seems to stop breathing and you can practically hear the prayers running through his head.
Pleasedon'tcomeinpleasedon'tcomeinplease—
"What's going on in here?"
Damian pokes his head into the room, assessing.
His gaze darts between you and his older brother, taking in the sight in front of him. Your open laptop. The matching headbands you're both wearing—yellow with a small plushie-like toast at the front on yours, green with an avocado for Jason—to keep your hair out of your face. "Is that a face mask?"
Jason blinks once before replying, "No," as if the green mugwort clay mask slathered all over his face could be anything but.
"You look stupid," Damian tells Jason plainly before reassuring you, "You don't look stupid. You look pretty."
You let out a soft aww. "Thanks, Dami." He hums, satisfied.
Beside you, Jason's eyes are boring into the side of your head, a displeased scowl on his face. You throw him a look, one that says 'Be nice'.
The moment Damian leans out into the hallway, as if to leave, Jason lets out a shuddering breath, only for him to scream out, "Grayson! Drake! You must see this—!"
"Fuck!"
i was gonna do a smutty route but i decided against it sawry #imscaredofsmut
jan 3 “you make it very hard to think.”
written for january jumble scribbles | masterlist here !
fandom: batman | pairing: bruce/gn!reader | tags: grumpy!bruce, reader might be part cat, reader has no problem coming to the batcave for cuddles, established relationship | tw/cw: none - ask to tag | word count: 441
"you make it very hard to think," bruce says. his voice, that low timbre, tugs you back from that dreamy space you'd floated off to—the one between barely awake and just asleep.
the first words that had been spoken aloud in what felt like hours.
you reply with a soft humming noise, not bothered at all by his words.
your mission had been a simple one: enter the batcave, tuck yourself somewhere between bruce and his oversized chair, and let the rest of the evening pass with the quiet noises of the batcomputer in the background.
let bruce stubbornly stay down in his cave for hours if he wanted to—as long as you got to stay exactly where you were.
forgiveness, not permission, was the cornerstone of this habit.
"i'm not doing anything," you reply, head still ducked underneath his chin. you can practically feel the steady thrum of his pulse next to you,
bruce replies with a gruff sound.
your brows furrow, unimpressed by his dedication to remaining stoic, despite being partially wrapped in the fuzzy blanket you had brought with you.
"would you prefer if i left?" you ask. despite calling his implied bluff, your tone was still lazy, and your eyelids were only halfway cracked open.
you doubt there's any real chance of bruce kicking you out of his workspace, especially when you had been so quiet.
you wait.
there's a beat of silence.
you think he might be seriously considering your offer, and then the chair swivels so slightly, betraying his silence.
you feel his fingers at your hip, placed there out of habit, twitch. whether it's out of annoyance or quiet claim of space, you're unsure.
"not what i said," bruce responds.
you sigh.
like a cat being disrupted during it's nap, moving in his hold, turning so that you could look up at bruce. the blue hue of the screens illuminate his features: the charcoal smudged across his face. the tiredness in his eyes. the way he was already looking at you.
"i know." you watch as the muscle in his jaw and remind yourself that now is not the time to reach up and touch it. "say what you mean."
bruce's gaze flickers back towards the screen, as if the scenes he had been eyeing throughout the night would grant him some kind of answer that would work in the space between the two of you.
"you're warm." it's a weak attempt to backpedal. not the bat's best work.
your lips twitch, amused. you don't have the heart to feel bad for bruce and his predicament. "but staying?"
pairing | boyfriend!bucky x reader
warnings/tags | mdni (18+), smut, oral (f+m receiving), reader's ex calls, dom!bucky, possessive behavior, sex while on the phone, reader gets embarrassed, mocking, allusions to bucky being rough, pet name (sugar), no use of y/n
word count | 525 (i fear i will be yapping while on my deathbed)
a/n | sorry, i just love this trope so much...please forgive meeee!! title inspired by blondie. day twenty-two of january jumble scribbles by @societynsoelsscribbles, enjoy!!
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languid, long strokes of his tantalizing tongue up your center had you mewling, your back bowing at an angle you didn't realize it could bend. bucky's large palm covered your lower stomach, pushing down to mold you back into the couch. "stay still," he muttered against your weeping cunt.
"you're teasing," you whined, hands gripping the edge of the sofa with impatience.
"nah, 'm takin' my time. there's a difference," he insisted, head dipping lower to toy with your clenching hole.
you nearly protested, but your thoughts fled from your mind once the phone beside you rang, cutting through the room like shards of glass. trying to ignore it, you squeezed your eyes shut; it was too loud, too persistent.
grabbing it, you moved to mute it, but your gaze flicked to the caller id, eyes instinctively widening.
"what is it, sugar?" he asked, planting a light kiss on your throbbing clit.
"uh…nothing, just my…ex?" you stared at the screen like he might jump through it.
he hummed, amused, the corner of his lips lifting into a mischievous smirk. "answer it."
"are you-"
"you heard me, and put him on speaker," he said forcefully, tone like gravel.
in the midst of your pleasure-filled haze, you didn't have the energy to argue, so you obeyed. answering, you held it out in front of you. "daniel?"
the other end crackled before his voice filtered through. "hey, beautiful," he murmured smugly.
the growl bucky released was feral, but his mouth closed around your clit directly after, sucking violently.
"fuck—" you crooned before correcting yourself. "why the fuck are you calling me?"
bucky freed you from his eager mouth, whispering, "nice save."
"so hostile," daniel rasped. "i was just wondering if you wanted to…come over."
that seemed to be bucky's final straw, if he had any to begin with. he stood, yanking the phone from you. "she's busy."
as if that wasn't enough, he pulled you to the edge of the couch, your face in line with the hard outline of his cock. withdrawing his dick from the confines of his sweats, he tapped the reddened tip to your bottom lip. "open that pretty mouth f'me. show'em how busy you are," bucky instructed.
"fuck, i'm sorry, dude. had no idea," daniel scrambled.
"'s fine. stay on the line, we'll get back to ya in'a minute," he answered, sliding his cock between your parted lips. curling his fingers into your hair, he drew you down his length until you gagged on him. you gazed up at him with pleading eyes, embarrassment flooding your face. you attempted to mumble around him, spit sputtering out through the seam of your lips, but you only choked on him for a second time.
"oh, poor thing's tryna talk," bucky mocked. “guess nobody ever taught her not to speak with'a full mouth.”
the line went dead with a beep, only causing your boyfriend to chuckle darkly. "damn, i was hopin' to show'em whata real orgasm sounds like." he threw your phone to the other side of the couch, then cupped the back of your neck. "now, lemme fuck that pretty throat, sugar."
Paring: Sugar daddy turned fiancée! Bucky x fiancée! Reader
Summary: After a long day of shopping for reception dresses, Bucky is eager to head home, that is until he sees you in the dress.
Themes: Public sex, soft dom! Bucky, 'keeping quiet"
WC: 505
Mecca speaks.ᐟ Day 18 of January Jumble Scribbles by @societynsoelsscribbles this ficlet is based on a headcanon post i make a couple of weeks ago so if you were interested go check that out for more of this dynamic!
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As he sat bathed in the golden light of the bridal boutique dressing room, Bucky couldn't help but reprimand himself. The two of you had been out and about for a total of eleven hours. From possible venue viewings to cake tastings, the day had been filled with stressful yet rewarding activities. Now, sitting in the comfy private dressing suite the associate had kindly led you into, he questioned if he had pushed you too far today.
Your frustrated huffs leaking from behind the creamy silk curtains bring his attention back to you once more.
"Doll face, you doin' alright in there? Need me to lend a hand or two?"
Silence stretches for what seems like forever before you let out a short,
" No, it's fine Buck."
Scooting up in his chair, he pushes a little further, " Baby, if you need me, you can ask me. You've been in there for a couple of minutes trying to get that dress on."
Sighing, you slide the curtain back slightly so he can see your face.
"I don't like how it looks, and I was banking on this being my reception dress. Everything else I've tried, I've hated."
Hoisting himself up out of his chair, he makes his way towards you with a soft smile on his face.
"That's ok sweetheart, we can always book another appointment somewhere else."
You look at him, an honest look of upset spread across your face, "After the day we had, leaving without a dress feels like admitting defeat."
With a slight chuckle, he brings his hands up to cup your cheeks,
"Baby, admitting defeat would be throwing in the towel nd' saying you wanna cancel the wedding. The woman I know is much more resistant than that, ain't she?"
Your cheeks rise against his fingertips as you turn to kiss the palm of his hand.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. Let me get dressed so we can go home. I need a fuckin glass of wine."
"Now hold on," he sighs, " You look absolutely beautiful half-dressed, and I must admit I've been sitting in that chair semi-hard for the last hour thinking about giving you head."
"Bucky. We cannot have sex in these people's private suite. They might have another client after-"
You're quickly silenced by the feeling of warm fingers trailing down your exposed spine. The sensation leaving electricity in its wake.
"Come on sweetheart, let me make you feel good before we go."
"Bucky," you whine as your back hits the plaster wall behind you.
Sliding down to his knees, he attempts to speak, but the sound of his voice is muffled by the soft skin of your thighs.
"Nuh uh, none a that baby, we gotta be quiet right? Make sure the nice people outside can't hear us darling."
As he lifts your thigh over his shoulder, he speaks once more,
"Now be good and let me taste you sweet girl. I've been real patient all day, and I think I should be rewarded, don't you baby?"
Mecca’s Notes ⭑.ᐟ mfs weren't even trying to keep it under 300 huh? I'm mfs my bad LMAO! Hope u enjoyed regardless lemme know what u think :}
summary: you and bucky have done it in every place imaginable──the bed, the couch, the counter, the shower, the floor, a public bathroom──you name it. and the list just keeps getting longer...but maybe you shouldn't have done it in poor sam's family boat...
warnings: smut, unprotected piv (glove up before you love up, guys), hands over mouth, dom!bucky, sub!reader, semi-public sex
prompt: "you're not as quiet as you think."
a/n: aww, my first bucky fic! i absolutely yearn for this man in so many different ways...also my first time writing the smut. little nerve-wracking. hopefully it satisfies you guys....
also for some odd reason I keep thinking its spring time...its literally january, what is wrong with me.
day 15 of january jumble scribbles by @societynsoelsscribbles
word count: 300 (i know, be so proud of me.)
creds: wave dividers by @thecutestgrotto
Bucky was supposed to be helping Sam work on the boat on the upper deck.
He told him he was just coming down below deck to nap for a while, to take a break. And he was far from napping now.
He was sat up straight on his knees on the hard floor of the lower deck, with you holding onto the couch cushion in front of you like it was a lifeline you couldn’t afford to let go of. Your nails dug deeply into the fabric of the sheet that covered the couch, body getting jolted forward with each harsh thrust of Bucky’s hips. His vibranium hand gripped onto your waist tightly, while his flesh one was clasped tightly over your mouth.
Despite the resistance of his strong hand, your whimpers still tumbled out. You couldn’t help yourself. A low grunt sounded from behind you, while you felt the coldness of metal leave your waist and join the warmth covering your mouth.
“You’re not as quiet as you think.” he growled.
Your eyes squeezed shut and you couldn’t help but clench around him, his words feeding your arousal. You both knew you probably shouldn’t be doing something so scandalous in Sam’s family boat, but it wasn’t easy to refrain from giving into the temptation between you two.
The quiet squelching that came from between your bodies with each movement of his hips didn’t make it any easier to stay silent, either. Bucky’s warm breath ghosted over your ear as he panted heavily, hands still securely held over your mouth to silence you. The feeling of his velvety cock dragging along your walls with each punishing thrust only served the tight, knotty feeling that started twisting low in your tummy.
“Try to be a little quieter for me, sugar, alright?”
