𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Steve Rogers, the best student in class, knew just the way to help you study.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+/MDNI. [Pussy slapping, clit play, hes being like that on purpose], name calling.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 374
𝐀/𝐍: day one of June Jukebox Scribbles hosted by @societynsoelsscribbles!!!! Coming in strong with my newly found degradation kink hehe🤭
𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: “I never understood a single word he said”
⤷June Jukebox Masterlist ⤷Steve Rogers Masterlist
“Say that again, sweetheart.” He purrs against your throat, licking a long stripe up your soft, sweaty skin.
Steve Rogers.
The golden boy with the dark edge. Everyone hated him. But they knew.
Knew he was the best.
"I didn't understand today's lecture..."
"Why? Professor Adler not teaching you right?" He asks with casual ease, as if his fingers weren't inching closer and closer to your bare, dripping pussy.
It was a rule— you want him to teach you, you take off your panties. Simple. Just like all things were for him.
“I— I never understood a single word he said,” you whisper, guilt underlining each word, “because... you sent me your picture.”
You could feel his grin on your skin, shameless and proud, “You're so dumb, baby. One picture and all you could think about was my cock. You're such a filthy slut under all that good girl guise, yeah?”
He lands a quick smack to your cunt, the wet sound echoing in his dorm room. You cry out his name, clutching onto his thick forearm as he soothes the stinging burn with his fingers rubbing soft circles on your throbbing clit.
“My poor, dumb baby loses every thought when she's horny for me, right?”
His words made you burn with shame. As much as you prided yourself for being good, Steve always succeeded to bring out this side in you, the damned side you didn't even know existed.
“Now, why don't you go ahead and read your notes?"
You nod, leaning forward to grab the notes he made you write last week, but couldn't possibly read a single word as he pinches your clit between his fingers, chuckling when you yelp in pain, your body writing to get away from his hold.
“Tsk-tsk… don't move around too much, we haven't got all day.”
Another slap to your pussy. This one much sharper than the last, making your pussy drip down his lap, staining the faded denim.
Not that he'd mind wearing the wetness all day long, showing everyone just how perfect he was even when he was a mess.
“Steve! Please….”
“You beg so pretty, sweetheart. Might just let you suck my cock after you get your questions right…”
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Summary: Bucky helps you out of the bar after a few drinks.
Word Count: 300
Playlist Prompt: Joy To The World - Three Dog Night / “I never understood a single word he said”
Warnings: Soft!Dark tone and vibes, tipsy reader, possible drugging, possible dubcon/noncon, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).
A/N: Day 1 of the June Jukebox Scribbles Challenge by @societynsoelsscribbles . ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Bucky edit by the amazing @nixakimbo. 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!
You giggled as you walked out of the bar, the cool night air hitting your exposed skin and the loud conversations behind you fading once the door shut. Well, stumbled out was the more accurate description. You knew you shouldn’t have worn heels. At least you didn’t fall on your face with how tingly your legs felt.
Though you had Bucky to thank for keeping you upright.
Did you really drink that much?
It was supposed to be a couple of drinks with the crew to unwind. A fun night. Bucky made sure you had a seat right next to him and never took his eyes off you. He even brought your last drink over for you. Your favorite.
How did he know?
“Jeremiah was a bullfrog. Was a good friend of mine. I never understood a single word he said…” You giggled again, leaning on the bulky super soldier for support as he helped you walk. “I haven’t heard that song in ages, and now it’s gonna be stuck in my head.”
“I think I was on ice when that song came out,” he tried to joke, giving you a lopsided smile. It looked a little sinister under the harsh street lamp. “But we can listen to music when we get back to my place.”
Your eyes lit up, even with how blurry your vision was getting. “Really?” you asked before your brows furrowed. “Wait… your place?”
You didn’t recall saying you’d go to his place.
His grip tightened as he pulled you closer. “Yeah, my place,” he replied, bringing his mouth to your ear. “You can even sleep over.”
You shivered but not from the chill in the air. “Oh, I wouldn’t… want to impose.”
“You’re not,” he promised, smirking to himself. “I’m gonna take care of you.”
I would've gone willingly! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️
Authors note: This is my first entry for the June Jukebox Scribbles event.
Warnings: SMUT 18+ , angst
Word Count: 300
June 1st - Joy To The World - Three Dog Night / “And if I were the king of the world”
You are sweaty and shaking, legs trembling around his waist, as loud and broken moans roll from your lips over and over again with every deep thrust.
Baelor is a passionate lover, but tonight it feels like something has possessed him. The way he fucks you is almost feral. Like he’s desperate.
He drags his cock all the way out and then thrusts back into you. Again and again, harder, deeper, each snap of his hips more powerful than the previous.
Your eyes roll back into your head.
“Give it to me,” he groans as he keeps pounding into you. “I want to hear you one more time.”
You shatter with a scream, and he follows with a strangled moan but he doesn’t stop, he keeps moving, rocking into you even after he's finished, slow and possessive, as though he can’t get enough of you.
It’s when it suddenly hits you.
“Baelor, tell me you’re not doing it,” you whisper, grabbing his head with both your palms.
His thumb brushes lightly over your cheek.
You push yourself up on one elbow. “No. I will not allow it,” you breathe.
His fingers pause.
“My love...”
“You’re the prince of the realm. If you want to stand in for justice then why not just order someone to fight for that Hedge Knight,” you whisper.
Baelor pushes you back down, pressing a kiss against your forehead. Then another to your temple. Your cheek.
“And if I were the king of the world,” he murmurs against your skin, “I wouldn't ask another man to bear my burden.”
The answer is infuriatingly, impossibly him, and the certainty behind it is so calm and immovable as a mountain so the only thing you can do is bury your face in his neck, biting back a sob.
Warnings: Tipsy Reader, soft possessive Loki, implied drinking
Words: 299 words
A/N: Entry for June Jukebox Scribbles over @societynsoelsscribbles
Prompt: June 1 Joy To The World - Three Dog Night/ “And he always had some mighty fine wine.”
The moment you open the door, Loki knew you’d been drinking.
Not from the clumsy way you nudged the door shut, nor from the bright smile that bloomed across your face when you found him waiting. No, it was the smell: sweet, heavy clinging to you.
“You smell like a tavern,” he started brow raised.
You gasped, offended. “I do not.”
“You smell like Volstagg’s cellar.”
“Exactly.” You crossed the room with great determination and very little grace, catching yourself on his shoulders when the floor attempted treachery. “Volstagg said it was special.”
Loki’s hands settled at your waist before you could sway too far. “Volstagg says that about anything poured into a goblet.”
“It was very fine whine.”
His mouth twitched. “Yes, he always did have some mighty fine wine.”
You beamed and promptly wound yourself around him like ivy, arms over his shoulders, fingers sliding into his hair, knee nudging between his thighs as if you meant to climb him entirely.
“Affectionate tonight, aren’t we?” he murmured.
“I missed you.”
“You saw me at supper.”
“That was ages ago.” Your hands wandered down his chest, searching for skin and finding only fastenings. You frowned at them. “Why do you wear so many… obstacles?”
“For moments precisely like this.”
You tugged again, growing frustrated when the clasp refused to yield. Loki laughed softly, catching your wrists before you could rip anything.
“Want to lay down before you fall down?”
“I am seducing you.”
“You are losing a battle with buttons.”
He drew you to bed, you went willingly, already melting against him.
“Mean,” you mumbled.
Loki huffed a laugh, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “You will not think me mean come morning, love, when I am the one nursing you through the consequences with a water tankard.”
PAIRING: congressman!bucky barnes x female reader
WORD COUNT: 300
WARNINGS: slight suggestive content(?), bucky really loves his girl, no use of y/n, established relationship.
SONG PROMPT: i wanna be bad by willa ford
LYRICS: “i won’t do that.” / “i wanna be bad.”
NOTE: so did we all see the photos of mr. stan looking too hot for his own good as soon as we woke up yesterday? because i did and crashed out and this was the outcome.
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"Hey, baby."
You turn at the sound of Bucky's deep rumble and his keys hitting the trinket dish you keep near the front door.
"Hi," You greet softly from the couch.
He tilts his head back, throat bobbing and his eyes close for a second, resting briefly against the door like he's relishing in the sudden quiet of your shared apartment. You watch him with your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as he loosens his tie.
"Rough day?"
Bucky huffs a tired laugh, "Rough life."
He toes off his shoes, leaving them on the hazardous pile by the door and walks towards you, dropping down next to you— slouched, legs spread, his head resting against the back of the couch.
You give him a moment to settle, let the silence stretch, and before you could say anything he reaches for you. Bucky's hand grasps your hip and tugs, gentle but insistent, guiding you over until your astride his lap, enveloping you in his strong arms.
His eyes track your hands as they curl around his tie.
"You should get some sleep."
"No," Bucky rasps with a slow shake of his head, leaning up with his metal hand cradling the back of your head to kiss you— languid, unhurried, sensual.
"You're tired," His fingers tangle in your hair, "You should."
Bucky kisses the corner of your mouth, tucking your hair behind your ears as he cups your face, thumbs swiping across your cheekbones, "Won't do that."
"Bad boy." You tease softly, tugging him towards you, silk wrapped around your fists.
His lips twitch into a small, tired smile— something private and just for you, resting his forehead against yours and gently nudging your nose.
"Maybe I wanna be bad." He whispers as he leans in to steal a second kiss.
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♪ Prompt | Joy to the World by Three Dog Night | "I never understood a single word he said."
♪ Summary | An after hours meeting proves that you may need more than just a private lesson to bring your grades up.
♪ Warnings + Tags | Suggestive Content, slight Bimbo!Reader, the statue of David gets roasted, no use of y/n, established relationship
♪ Phoenix Chirps | First scribble of the month! I know we don't really like a bimbo!reader, but...I've been wanting to write this scene for so long. If y'all like her, and think she's just silly enough to keep around...I could be swayed to make a series 👀
♪ Word Count | 297 (I'm going to WORK to stay under the word count this time, scout's honor)
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You should be thanking your best friend for the current predicament you were having. When you lamented to her, saying, "The lecture was fun, but I never understood a single word he said." She suggested using Professor Barnes's office hours to your full advantage. And take advantage, you did.
Relationships between students and teachers were strictly forbidden. Yet after the tension of being trapped alone with your art history professor speaking so emotionally about certain pieces ended with your lips against his, and the contents of his desk shoved to the floor…office hours turned into sessions consisting of you being pressed into the plush of his mattress.
"I just…I don't understand," you mused, featherlight fingertips running the length of his bare thigh.
"What don't you understand, darling?" he asked, turning his attention away from the book he was reading to peer at you over his glasses.
"Was it, like, super cold in ancient Rome, or…?"
With a deep sigh like he knew an in-depth conversation was about to be had, he discarded the paperback to the beside table. "I assume it would be around the same temperature it is today, why?"
You hummed in acknowledgement, eyes focusing now on the growing bulge concealed by his boxers. "So, did Michelangelo just give David a small dick just because? I mean, I don't know, if it was my friend who was sculpting me nude I'd want him to take some artistic liberties."
Bucky - who had become accustomed to you saying unfiltered thoughts about classic art pieces - was speechless.
Patting his thigh, you moved to settle between his legs on your stomach. "Don't worry, Professor. I promise if I pass your class, I'll sculpt you out of marble so everyone can know just how well endowed you are."
Alright, cool cats, it’s time to find your groove, and let the music lead the way.
For June, we’re trying something a little different… but don’t worry, the beat stays the same. There will still be an allocated prompt every day, only this time each prompt will be a song. The full setlist is below.
For anyone who feels a little uncertain, or doesn’t want the pressure of choosing where to start, we’ve also picked a line from each song to help narrow things down as a second option.
But for anyone feeling adventurous? You can absolutely choose another line from the song instead.
Your Scribble must contain at least one line from the song. It does not have to be the line we picked, and you’re welcome to use multiple lines if the music moves you.
We’ve also created a playlist so you can listen along with the full prompt list and really get into the June Jukebox mood.
The Goal: Write a Scribble of 300 words max, including the prompt/lyric line. We’d love people to try and stay as close to that as possible, but we’re here for the vibes, not to slap anyone with a ruler.
The Timing: You have until the end of the day in your own time zone to complete and submit each prompt.
The Swap-Outs: If a certain day’s song isn’t your jam, don’t stress. We’ve made sure there are options to swap out, so you can still keep the music playing.
Rules / Guidelines:
The final day for submissions is July 1st, end of the day in your own time zone. Please be aware that any entries submitted after this will not be added to the event masterlist.
For the event masterlist, we will link any users who have created their own Scribbles masterlist. For anyone who has not created a masterlist, we will link to their preferred profile instead. For example, if you have a sideblog, we will confirm this with you.
Please use the tag #JuneJukeboxScribbles (no spaces) so we can find your creations. Please do not use the tag after the event has ended. You’re also welcome to tag @societynsoelsscribbles if you wish.
Please use appropriate warnings for explicit content, non-con, triggers, etc.
Hard no content: No incest, underage, bestiality, or necrophilia.
Any 18+ entries must be posted by an 18+ listed blog to be included.
Here are no limits on the number of submissions for a prompt. Do as many as you like, just remember to use the #JuneJukeboxScribbles tag!
The target is 300 words, but should you go over, we will not scold, fine, or ban you… as long as you deliver (but please.. try)
The possibilities are endless. Any fandom, pairing, reader insert, OC, character, ship, tone, or genre is welcome; smut, fluff, angst, crack, horror, romance, heartbreak, whatever beat you hear.
Join as often or as little as you like. There is absolutely no pressure. Whether you drop one track or complete the whole album, we’re thrilled to have you playing along.
You can use our event header for your own entries or masterlist, but please credit Society.
So warm up the jukebox, spread the sound and get ready to jive to your own funk… Drum roll please!!!
Prompt list: (Playlist for all songs can be found here)
June 1st - Joy To The World - Three Dog Night / “I never understood a single word he said”
June 2nd - I Wanna Be Bad - Willa Ford / “No I can't promise that I won't do that”
June 3rd - Mack the Knife - Bobby Darin / “And he shows them pearly white”
June 4th - Right Place, Wrong Time - Dr. John / “But I'm having such a good time”
June 5th - Hey! Baby - Bruce Channel / “I'm gonna make her mine, all mine”
June 6th - Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish / “I don't think I caught your name”
June 7th - Jump (For My Love) - Pointer Sisters / “I know you like what you see”
June 8th - Living La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin / “I feel a premonition”
June 9th - Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye / “Like when you said you felt so happy you could die”
June 10th - Pink Pony Club - Chappell Roan / “Every night's another reason why I left it all”
June 11th - Little Bitty Pretty One - Thurston Harris / “Tell you a story”
June 12th - Tainted Love - Soft Cell / “I cannot stand the way you tease”
June 13th - Town Without Pity - Gene Pitney / “Only those in love could know”
June 14th - Play That Funky Music - Wild Cherry / “Til you die?”
June 15th - Bad Habits - Ed Sheeran / “I got nothin' left to lose, or use, or do”
June 16th - Every Breath You Take - The Police / “Every smile you fake”
June 17th - Say Something - A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera / “It was over my head”
June 18th - Come and Get Your Love - Redbone / “What's the matter with you”
June 19th - Raise Your Glass - P!nk / “You can choose to let it go”
June 20th - All Shook Up - Elvis Presley / “Who do you thank when you have such luck?”
June 21st - Animal I Have Become - Three Days Grace / “I can't control myself”
June 22nd - Wonderwall - Oasis / “Because maybe”
June 23rd - I Believe In A Thing Called Love - The Darkness / “We'll be rocking till the sun goes down”
June 24th - Groove Is In The Heart - Deee-Lite / “No, I couldn't ask for another”
June 25th - Rude - MAGIC! / “I hate to do this, you leave no choice”
June 26th - Total Eclipse of the Heart - Bonnie Tyler / “There's nothing I can do”
June 27th - The Dark End of the Street - James Carr / “That's where we always meet”
June 28th - Northern Attitude - Noah Kahan (with Hozier) / “If I get too close”
June 29th - Mr. Brightside - The Killers / “But it's just the price I pay”
June 30th - Don’t Speak - No Doubt / “I know what you're thinkin'”
Swap-Out Tracks
Praying - Kesha / “I'm proud of who I am”
Don’t Stop Believing - Journey / “A smell of wine and cheap perfume”
Season of the Witch - Donovan / “When I look out my window”
Cry Me A River - Julie London / “Now you say you love me”
Daydream Believer - The Monkees / “You once thought of me”
Dancing Queen - ABBA / “Anybody could be that guy”
Summary: In a galaxy full of endless danger, each quiet moment is everything.
Author’s Note: This is for day 1 of @societynsoelsscribbles June Jukebox Scribbles challenge, thank you both bunches for hosting 🩷 I did a swap to use the song: Wherever you will Go by the Calling. The lyrics I were: “I’ll go wherever you will go” and “I’ll stay with you for all of time.” Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! 🩷🩷🩷divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy🥰
Warnings: soft sweetness and kisses
You watch from your spot in cabin’s shadow, Djarin leaning lazily against the side watching Grogu bounce happily on the makeshift trampoline he constructed.
“Aren’t you going to come say hello?”
You’re not surprised he knows you’re there and as his gaze drags from Grogu to your face, catching on the curve of your lips, you step closer.
“He needs this,” you say quietly.
His eyes hold yours before following the slope of your nose and settling on your mouth. The air between you thickens, growing heavy and charged.
“We all do,” he agrees, his voice dropping to a rough timbre that vibrates the small space between you.
Slowly, he lifts a hand, his thick, calloused fingers shaping to the side of your neck.
“The galaxy is full of danger,” you whisper. “All we have are these moments.”
His thumb rests gently against the line of your jaw and he lowers his head. The distance evaporates until there’s no air left to breathe, just him. Warm lips brush yours, soft and slow and you melt into it, your fingers finding purchase on the edges of his chest plate, anchoring yourself against his strength.
“And I want to spend every one of them with you.” he murmurs along your lips. “I’ll go wherever you will go.”
Your fingers trace up and over the wide breadth of his shoulders, finding his hair and combing through gently as your forehead rests to his.
“And I’ll stay with you for all of time,” you answer, watching the slow dip of his head until your lips meet again.
Your eyes flutter shut and each pass of your lips earns a soft groan from him, low and desperate. His arm bands around you, large hand splayed at your back, every inch of you pressed against him.
