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Treated like a queen | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> CollegeStudent!(Ex-)Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x CollegeStudent!(Ex-)Girlfriend!Reader ; College Student!BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x CollegeStudent!BestFriend!Female!Reader

Summary -> Steve cheated on you, and even when he tries to apologise, you can’t look at him the same way after knowing he just fucked someone else. Luckily your best friend is always there and knows how to treat his doll right.

Wordcount -> 3k.

Warnings -> (T) cheating, break down, crying, angst, but also a lot of fluff, college au

A/N -> The oneshot is dedicated to @imtryingbuck because you’re the most wonderful best friend I can wish for. You’re for me like Bucky is such the perfect best friend for reader. And I know you know that I appreciate you and all but I wanna let you know that you’re my bestest best friend. And I love you so much, thank you for the title hehe.😂❤️ Divider made by @firefly-graphics.

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There he is, your boyfriend of five years. He stands in front of you, trying to explain himself, but there are no ways to do so. The two of you moved together a while ago; it’s just a room in the residential school, but being so close to each other was something you two really wanted, and there you are now. Steve and you are standing in the room, and he plays with his fingers in front of him.

“I’m sorry. It was a mistake,” he whispers, his eyes closed while he runs his fingers nervously through his hair.

“A mistake that happens how many times? Three or four times?” you ask and raise your eyebrow.

Steve opens his eyes; he wants to take a step closer, but you lift your hands and walk away from him. He looks down, swallowing hard, before he clears his throat and looks at you.

“We- We had sex seven times,” he mumbles quietly.

You gasp when those words leave his lips. You thought he cheated once, but knowing that he did it seven times needs a moment for you to realize that it really wasn’t a mistake he made. You turn your head away from him; you want to scream, but you feel like you can’t. It would stick in your throat, and you wouldn’t be able to let go of your feelings, and you don’t want to, not in front of him. Then there is the feeling of just turning around and running away, or at least to cry, but everything feels so surreal, and at the same time, you feel reality hitting you. Your boyfriend cheated on you, and it wasn’t a mistake; it was his own decision to have sex with someone. And there is no excuse why he could have cheated on you.

“What did I do wrong that you cheated?”

“N-Nothing. Baby, listen-“

You interrupt him before he can say another word, and you lift your hand, showing him to stop talking. And he does; he always takes care that he doesn’t overstep your boundaries.

You don’t want him to call you baby, babe, or whatever pet name he gave you. How often did he call her babe or baby? Every time they were together and kissed, or only when they fucked? Maybe he never called her that, but he does. Steve is someone who praises his partner a lot and calls them by their nicknames or the pet names he gives them. Was he just there to fuck him, or does he love her?

“Steve, please stop calling me that. I’m not yours anymore.”

Your voice is so cold that you shiver slightly at your own harshness. You’re more the soft one, the emotional person. Steve is still looking at you; he wants to touch you, pull you close to him, and tell you that he loves you, but he knows you’re done with him. He messed up because he didn’t get his dick under control.

“Y/N- listen. I’m sorry. I’m- It’s not your fault. I- We-,” he sighs. A single tear makes its way down his cheek; his eyes are red, and the next tears are just a moment before they roll down his cheeks as well. “We- It was during the party, and then we used it to get rid of every frustration or too much stress because of the exam.”

Steve sighs when you laugh darkly. Then you shake your head and face him. Your expression is cold in a way you never thought you would look at him. There is no love, but also no anger; your expression doesn’t show any kind of emotion. You as well as Steve didn’t know that you would ever be that cold to the love of your life, the boy with whom you have been together for five years, and he threw it away by cheating on you.

“Would you have done it one time, maybe I would have accepted it one day. Maybe we could have fixed our relationship, but- Steve. I can’t look at you the same way I did. Your eyes were the things I always thought to see the truth in; your embrace was my home, but how can I ever see in those eyes of yours when all those promises were just lies? When all those words had no meaning?” you ask.

“They were no lies, and I meant what I said. I love you, y/n,” he mumbles.

Those words, they were meant all for you. ‘I love you'; they made you his; they made you feel special around him, and now he says it. And you’re standing there, trying not to give in, and just kissing him or hugging him to feel his warm body pressing against yours.

“You love me, and you will talk to me. Those were things you said, but you didn’t talk to me when you were frustrated or stressed. You cheated on me when you loved me; why did you cheat on me? I’m your number one. You would never cheat on me, but you did. I felt special around you, but not anymore; you did the things we did with her,” you tell him with a sad smile. You sigh softly. "Steve, those things- I’m sorry, but I will leave now. I hope you will be happier with her. I hope she is worth it that you destroyed what we had. But I’m not going to be with someone who doesn’t want me and has cheated on me.”

You turn around to leave the room, your shared room, and your home. But since you can’t look at him without knowing he cheated on you, it doesn’t feel like home anymore. And Steve stays quiet when you open the door. When you step out of the room and close the door behind you, you’re not leaving your room behind you; you also leave the boy you love behind you, and even when it breaks you, you know that he doesn’t want you; otherwise, he wouldn’t have cheated on you. You look for your phone to call Bucky. He is your best friend and is always there when you need him. So it doesn’t take long for him to pick it up.

“Hey, babydoll. Thought you’re with Steve,” he says. You can hear his happiness when you call him.

“I was. But- I. Bucky, can I come to you?” you ask.

Your voice is shaking, and the gasp that leaves Bucky’s lips tells you that his mood immediately changes when he hears your broken voice.

“Of course. Do you need anything? Chocolate or your favorite food? Some drinks?”

“Just you and a hug.”

“Of course, do you want me to pick you up?” Bucky sounds worried, but his voice is so soft that you calm down when you just talk to him.

“No, I’m almost there,” you mumble and hang up.

You suddenly feel so weak; everything you had with Steve isn’t there anymore. Tears form in your eyes, and you think about everything you had with Steve, the love you shared, the memories, and now there is nothing left of that love, only the memories, which are currently just him cheating on you.

After a moment, you reach Bucky’s room, knocking at his door, and he immediately opens it. The usual smile that appears across his face whenever he sees you isn’t as big as usual. His steel blue eyes aren’t as bright as you’re used to seeing them; he looks worried when he sees your red eyes and the tears streaming down your cheeks. Bucky wants to say something but stops himself when you just open your arms and wait for him to pull you close against him. And he does; he walks a step closer and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as possible. Your head is resting against his chest while he places his head on top of yours.

“I’ve got you, my pretty girl,” he mumbles, pulling you with him into his room before he closes the door with his feet.

When the door is shut, you break down in Bucky’s arms. Every feeling you tried to push away or didn’t want to cheat in front of Steve appears, and you're crying even more. Bucky holds you close, his hands moving up and down your back. You sob loudly, the tears streaming down your cheeks, and you feel like you can't breathe anymore. Your vision is blurry because of your tears, and you grip Bucky’s shirt to hold yourself. You’re a weck, which is just standing because of the tight grip of Bucky’s arms around your body. Everything you had with the love of your life, everything he promised, everything he said, it’s almost visible to you, and you can’t bring yourself to calm down. Your feelings are overwhelming, and you just want to be loved by someone who means what he said, someone who holds you like Bucky does right now.

“Bucky- he- Steve he cheated on me. Am I not enough for him? Why did he cheat on me?” you ask, still crying and pressing yourself more against Bucky.

“It’s not your fault, doll. He just doesn’t know what he lost when he let you go. You deserve someone who takes care of you and treats you the way you deserve to be treated, like a queen. Someone who knows that you’re worth so much more,” Bucky says, kissing your forehead, and he thinks about him when he says that he knows how to treat you right.

The two of you stand there for a while until your sobbing is quieter and you slowly calm down in Bucky’s embrace. He lifts you up, and you wrap your legs around his waist, letting him carry you to the couch, where he has already placed your favorite food and drinks. You sometimes wonder why he always has everything you like there, but he also loves that kind of food, and he always has everything there for his doll. When you see the food, you smile, and Bucky places you between them on the couch.

“That’s what I want to see, that wonderful smile, doll,” he smirks.

You blush, and Bucky captures your cheeks to make you look at him. He wipes the tears with his thumbs away, then he leans closer to kiss your nose.

“I love you so much, my pretty doll,” he mumbles before he lets go of you and lets himself fall down next to you on the couch.

“Bucky!!!! I love you too, but don’t sit on the food!” you say, raising your eyebrow.

Bucky laughs, wraps his arm around your waist, and pulls you against him. You place your head on his chest, then you look for some food you want to eat first. Meanwhile, Bucky looks for something next to him, giving it to you, and your smile grows when you see his hoodie. You take it on and giggle. He loves seeing you happy and that smile when your eyes brighten or when you giggle. Bucky, luckily, knows exactly how to make you happy and feel comfortable.

It’s been a few weeks since you broke up with Steve, and it wasn’t easy for you to move on without him being around you every day. And especially when you had classes with him, it was even harder. But you get used to it, and Bucky makes sure he is always by your side to comfort you, and he just loves to spend his time with you.

“Bucky, you can meet your friends if you want to. I-I’m fine,” you say, sitting on his couch and looking at him.

“I prefer to spend time with my precious doll.”

You blush and hide yourself behind a pillow. The two of you are closer than ever, and since you’re living with Bucky in his room, you’re really happy after the situation where Steve cheated on you. Even when you sometimes miss him, Bucky makes sure you laugh just a moment later because he does something funny or just tells you a joke, even when it is not funny. But you laugh because he tells you bad jokes and acts like it was the most hilarious thing.

Bucky gets on his knees in front of you, his arms resting on your thighs, and he smiles. His blue eyes are shining in a way you haven’t seen them before. You could look into them all the time; the light blue, which matches the slight gray, looks like the most beautiful ocean. And whenever he looks at you and you get lost in the beauty of his eyes, you can’t get yourself to look away. They are mysterious and beautiful, and it's kind of scary when you realize that you forget everything around you when you just look at them.

“Doll, you’re staring,” he says, squeezing your thighs a bit.

“Sorry- I just- Have you ever seen in your eyes?” you blush when you ask him that question.

Of course, he sees his eyes every time he looks into the mirror, but he probably doesn’t get lost in them like you do.

“Do you want to move in here completely?”

The way his voice sounds makes it clear he really means what he asks. And you thought about moving into his room already, and you talked about it, but now it’s on you to decide if you’re ready to say yes or if you want to have most of your things still in your old room, the one where Steve is still living.

When you went to Bucky the day you broke up with Steve, Bucky told Steve to put a few things into a bag and place them in front of the door so he could pick them up later. And Steve did as he was told; he put things that really meant something to you and some clothes into a bag and placed them in front of the door. And Bucky picked it up later that day and made sure he didn't have to see Steve; otherwise, he would have punched him in the face for being such a dick.

“Do you really don’t mind? I mean, I should talk to Steve first.”

You capture Bucky’s cheeks with your hands. He sticks his tongue out and inches close to try to lick your nose, but you push him softly away so he can’t lick at you.

“Buckyyyyy,” you giggle.

“What’s up, doll?”

You roll your eyes; he can act like he didn’t try to lick your nose and just pretends you’re asking for him to answer, so you’re going to tell him something then. Bucky chuckles before he clears his throat to speak in a deeper voice.

“I don’t mind you moving in with me. I’m a robot,” he says, and you burst out laughing.

“Oke I’m gonna make myself ready, and then I will go to Steve and talk to him.”

Bucky nods, letting himself fall to sit in front of you so you can stand up and go to make yourself ready. He looks at you and sees the way his hoodie fits perfectly as a dress for you, but you just prefer his clothes. Before you walk into the bathroom, you turn around and wink at him. He laughs, and while he listens to the shower and the way you dry yourself before you make your hair, his mind goes crazy with thoughts about you and Steve.

What if you want to go back to him? Maybe you prefer Steve, and even when you broke up with him, maybe your love is stronger and you will leave him alone. His mood changes from the happy little puppy into the introverted, sad boy he is whenever you’re not around him.

“Bu- Hey, Bucky. You’re oke?” you ask worriedly when you walk back to the couch where he is sitting.

Bucky's eyes are slightly red, and he sniffles, but he nods his head. Of course, he is fine, right? You’re not his, and when you decide to be back with Steve, who is going to make you happy. You need to be happy, and maybe you’re happier with Steve, even when Bucky hopes you will choose him.

“I will be back in a few minutes,” you tell him, running your fingers through his soft brown hair.

“But maybe you want to stay with Steve,” he mumbles quietly.

You don’t say anything; you just kneel down in front of him and capture his cheeks. You turn his head, so he has to look at you before you lean closer and kiss him softly. Bucky places his hand around your waist and pulls you closer while he moves his lips against yours. When you two pull away and catch your breath, he still looks into your eyes, his cheeks slightly red, and the smile on his lips reaches from one side of his face to the other.

“Call me when you need help with Steve.”

You grab your phone and tap on it before Bucky’s phone rings, and he picks it up, chuckling softly.

“Yes, doll?”

“You said 'call me' when you need help with Steve. And I call you. I would love it when you would come there with me so I don’t have to talk to him about things I don’t want to talk about,” you say and smile when he hangs up and leans closer to kiss you again.

“Of course, my pretty doll,” he says, and he stands up before he picks you up and twirls you around. “Before you need to throw up on me, tell me, please,” he says, and you both need to laugh.

And there he is, your best friend. But he is way more than that. Bucky is your soulmate; he knows things about you that no one knows about you. And when you thought Steve was the love of your life, it was just because you weren't with Bucky together. With your best friend, you feel like you’re complete, you’re loved, and he treats you like a queen, like his queen. And Bucky can finally show you that you deserve so many good things and that he loves you like you’re everything to him.

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thebo3bingo · 8 months

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Dick pic | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> Sub!Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Dom!Girlfriend!Reader

Summary -> Bucky really wants your attention, and with his bratty side he always knows how to get it, even when he gets punished and isn’t allowed to touch you while you edge him.

Wordcount -> 2.8k

Warnings -> 18+, Minors DNI, smut, Sub!Bucky, whining Bucky, mommy kink, using of Handcuffs and vibrator, oral (male!receiving), begging, mention of safe word (just asking which color), edging, fingering (fem!receiving), dick pic, unprotected p in v,

A/N -> The Oneshot belongs to the collection “Subby Baby feat. Bucky Barnes”. I want to thank @imtryingbuck for helping me come up with the idea, and while I wrote this one. Some of the dialogue parts are written by her. Header and Divider are also made by her.

Masterlist | Subby Baby feat. Bucky Barnes | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Meetings are something Bucky really doesn’t like, especially when you’re in one and he is waiting for you in your shared room. He is bored, really bored, and the only thing he can think of is you on top of him, bouncing on his thick cock, while you praise him for how good he is. But the tiny bratty side inside of him wants him to break one of your rules; he wants you to punish him.

You’re in the middle of a meeting, shifting from one foot to the other while you write some ideas for a new project for your company. When you get a message and you see Bucky's name appearing on the screen, you immediately worry about your boyfriend. He doesn’t write to you when he knows you’re in a meeting, unless it’s something important. So you unlock your phone and tap on his chat. There is a picture he sent you, and you gasp when you see his dick.

Bucky sent you a dick picture, his pants shoved down his thighs, his rock-hard dick with pre-cum leaking from his tip with his hand around his shaft. You turn your phone off, blushing slightly before you clear your throat.

“Excuse me a moment, please write down more ideas for projects,” you tell them, and they hum in response.

You take your phone and rush out of the room. When the door is closed behind you, you take a shaky breath. Bucky can be naughty, but you didn’t know he would send you a dick picture to get your attention. Everyone of your coworkers could have seen that picture of his dick, a part of him that is only allowed to be seen by you or him. Then you unlock your phone and call Bucky; it doesn’t take long for him to pick it up.

“Hey,” he says happily.

“Baby boy, we talked about this.”

“About what?”

You roll your eyes, and Bucky knows because he giggles softly.

“James.”

A soft gasp leaves his lips; he pushes the limits, and when you call him by his first name, you make it clear. And he knew he would be punished if he didn't apologize immediately, but he wants you to punish him; he wants to feel the pleasure when you tell him that he is a bad boy.

“Mommy, it’s so hard; it hurts,” he whines.

Bucky wraps his hand around his throbbing cock, moving his hand slowly up and down. Soft moans leave his lips while he thinks about your lips around his cock, your tongue gliding along his shaft, and the way you kiss the tip of his dick.

“Bucky?”

“Mhm, mommy.”

“Do you break another rule right now?”

“Nuhuuu. Just help to calm it down.”

“Baby boy, take your hand off your cock, right now,” you demand.

“B-but mommy, it hurts. It's so hard.”

“Take your hand off.”

Bucky whines, letting go of his dick and letting it slap against his stomach.

“O-oke. Done,” he mumbles.

You smirk softly, knowing he did it on purpose. He wants you to be rough with him; he wants his punishment, and you’re willing to give him what he is silently asking for.

“You have been a bad boy; do you need a punishment?”

“Yes, mommy.”

The way his tone changes into a euphoric one makes you smile.

“I’m there in five minutes.”

You hang up and smile before you walk to your shared room. You make your way through the elevators to go to your room. Meanwhile, Bucky takes off his clothes, and the smile on his face grows when he slides his thumb over the tip of his cock. He knows how to get you to your room in just a short time, even when he gets punished, but he has your attention.

Bucky listens when you walk through the floor until you open the door and walk into the room. He looks at you, grinning.

“Mommy,” he says excitedly.

“Don’t try to be a good boy. You get your punishment.”

He hums and makes you frown. Then you raise your eyebrow, pointing with your head in front of you. Without telling him what to do, he stands up and walks closer to you before he gets on his knees. His hands are on his thighs while he looks at his hands.

“Good boy,” you say, running your fingers through his short brown hair.

Then your grip tightens, and you make him look at you. He whines; his dick is so hard, his balls so full. Bucky slides his hand from his thighs to your legs, moving them up until he reaches your knees.

“No. I didn’t allow you to touch mommy, did I?” you ask with a stern voice, and he immediately shakes his head, but his hands are still resting on your knees. “Baby boy, I won’t repeat myself.”

He groans but removes his hands and places them back on his thighs. You take a step back, letting go of his hair, and turn around to look for something you placed in the drawer. Bucky’s eyes follow every movement you make; he squirms slightly in anticipation.

“Get on the bed,” you say.

Bucky stands up and walks a few steps, then he turns and walks towards you. His arms are immediately around your waist, and he presses his hard dick against your ass. You moan softly at the sudden feeling of him being so close, and Bucky smirks. He slips his hands under your shirt, one on your hips, while the other finds its way underneath your panties. With a tight grip around his arm, you pull it out of your pants.

“You like that, mommy?” he asks, kissing along your neck before he bites softly into your sensitive skin.

“James. On. The. Bed. Now.”

“But mo-“

“Now.”

Bucky groans and pushes his hips against yours before he lets go of you. Then he turns around and walks towards the bed, letting himself fall onto it. His eyes are focused on you when you turn around. In your hand, you hold handcuffs and a vibrator. You walk closer to the bed, placing them next to Bucky.

You then take off your clothes, which is way too slow for Bucky, so he thinks about helping you. He reaches for you, but you take a step back, and he pouts.

“Wanna help you, mommy,” he mumbles, trying to look angry.

“You look like a puppy when you try to look angry, baby boy.”

Bucky pouts even more and places his hands on your hips when you’re undressed. He pulls you closer, trying to push you onto his thigh, but you’re faster and grip his hands, holding them above his head. Then you push him with his back down so he lays in front of you, your upper body almost laying on his, while you spread his legs with yours.

“No touching,” you say, raising an eyebrow when he tries to free his hands.

“But mommy, I love touching you.”

“And good boys are allowed to touch their mommy's, but you weren't good; you sent me a picture of your dick while I was working.”

You push yourself up and let your hands roam over Bucky’s body. Your fingertips are sliding softly along his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps on Bucky’s skin. He pushes his hips against you when you stroke his thighs, not touching his dick. You kiss his shoulders, down to his chest, and leave hickeys around his nipple. Bucky moans softly, trying his best to hold his hands above his head, but he just loves it so much to touch you. He wants to feel every inch of your body, so he moves one hand to your head, gripping a hand of hair and pushing you more against his body.

“James.”

“Mommy, please.”

“You push the limits,” you tell him with a stern voice, but he still has his hand in your hair.

He loves to touch you, especially when he makes you feel good. You take his hands in yours and reach for the handcuffs. Then you nod to the headboard, showing him to sit down against it. Bucky whines, but when you look with furrowed eyebrows at him, he obeys and pushes himself up to sit against the headboard. You sit next to him on your knees on the bed and handcuff him to the bed. He pouts, and you can’t stop and smile before you kiss his nose and crawl across the bed until you sit opposite him.

When you sit comfortably, you spread your legs and reveal your throbbing cunt. Bucky moans when his eyes are immediately focused on your pussy, especially when your hand slides down your body and you use your fingers to guide it through your wet folds. You slowly rub circles on your clit before you push one of your fingers inside of you. Bucky groans and whimpers when you add another finger and start to move it in and out of you. He can’t stop looking at your pussy, at your wet fingers, and at the way you push them inside your tight hole while you moan softly.

“Mommy, it’s so hard,” Bucky mumbles, trying to get your attention.

You grab the vibrator next to you and pull your fingers out of your pussy to replace it with the toy. Then you turn it on and throw your head back, moaning. Bucky pulls at the handcuffs, trying to get out of them so he can touch you, or at least himself, to give himself a bit of release.

“I wanna touch you or myself. Please mommy.”

You smirk and move closer to him, the toy still vibrating between your legs. Then you wrap your hand around his cock, your thumb brushing over his tip, which is leaking with pre-cum. You stroke him slowly, and whenever he pushes his hips against your hand, you squeeze his cock softly.

“I’m sorry, but it feels so good,” he tells you, trying to grip something to ground himself.

Then you lower your head and take him in your mouth, using your tonics to lick around his tips before you take him inch by inch until he is completely in your mouth. You taste the familiar salty pre-cum. One of your hands moves to his balls, and you roll them softly in your palm. Bucky moans, thrusting his hips against you and throwing his head back because of the pleasure he feels.

When you let his dick slip out of your mouth, you kiss his tip. The toy inside of you brings you closer to the edge, your walls clenching around it, and you moan softly. You wrap your lips around his cock and let him slide into your mouth once more, hollowing your cheeks. Bucky’s cock twitches in your mouth, and when he is about to cum you let go of him and move a few inches away from him.

“I was so close, mommy, please,” he whines, trying to get out of the handcuffs while he thrusts his hips into your direction.

You smirk at him, waiting a bit before you wrap your hand around his cock again. You slowly move it up and down, sliding your thumb across his tip, before you use your other hand to take his balls in it and squeeze them softly.

“Mhm- it feels so good,” he moans, his mouth slightly open and his breath heavy.

Bucky’s sweating, and he tries to get more of your touch while you’re slowly stroking his dick. You lower your head once more and lick along the underside of his thick member. Bucky wraps his legs around your body, trying to pull you closer so you have to swallow his cock, and he has control over it until he cums in your mouth. But you know your boyfriend, so you slide underneath his legs away from him. He groans and looks with a begging expression on his face at you.

“Mommy, please. I wanna cum.”

“No. No, you decided to be a bad boy and go against mommy’s wishes, so now you don’t get to cum,” you say sternly.

“P-Please, mommy. Please, it hurts.”

“What hurts, baby boy?” you ask him in faux concern, and you stroke his thigh softly.

“M-my balls. So heavy and full,” he mumbles, blushing when those words leave his lips.

"Well, you should have thought about that before being a brat.”

Bucky whines, tears forming in his eyes and slowly falling down his cheeks. He shifts back and forth, trying to press his thighs together, but since you’re sitting between them, he doesn’t get the friction he tries to get.

You move forward, capturing his cheeks with your hands, and wipe his tears away. He leans into your touch; he looks at you, and you feel your knees getting weak. Then you smile softly and kiss his nose and forehead before you capture his lips with yours.

“Color, Buck.”

“G-Green.”

With a smile, you nod and move a few inches away.

“Make me cum, and I will allow you to cum too, oke?"

Bucky nods. He immediately smirks and pulls at the handcuffs so he can touch you and make you cum. You remove the toy first before you free Bucky’s hands from the handcuffs. In the moment his hands are free, he pushes you onto your back and towers over you.

“Mommy, can I please put it in? I won’t cum before you cum,” he begs, his cock sliding between your wet folds.

“Go ahead, baby.”

You don’t have to tell him twice; he grabs his cock and lines it up with your entrance. He then slides inside of you slowly and carefully. Bucky whimpers; you feel so good around him, and his cock is so sensitive, but he wants more; he wants to be inside of you completely.

“M-m-m,” he stutters, closing his eyes and letting his body fall on top of yours.

“Shhh, baby boy. I’ve got you,” you mumble, wrapping your arms around his body and stroking his back.

He is so deep inside of you, your walls clenching around him and squeezing him, that he doesn’t dare to move; otherwise, he would probably cum before you do. One of your hands slides into his hair, and you play with his soft, brown hair, waiting until he wants to move inside of you.

"So- soooo tight.”

You chuckle, kissing him while he slowly moves. Just an inch out of you before he pushes back inside of you. He fills you so perfectly, hitting all the right spots. When you moan because of his thrust, he does it again, wanting to hear those sweet sounds again. So he thrust slowly but deeply inside of you, whimpering whenever your walls are squeezing his dick.

After a while, he pushes himself up to move better. His hands are on both sides of your waist when he looks at your pussy and pulls out of you. His eyes are focused on his wet dick and the way it slides in and out of you. When he speeds up, he holds his hand in your belly, pressing slightly down until he feels his dick inside of you.

"Mommy, I’m so deep. I can feel myself- mhm- I’m so d-deep inside of you.”

“Yes, baby. And you’re doing so well.”

Bucky groans when you praise him; he throws his head back and thrusts faster inside of you. His dick is twitching; the warmth and tightness are making him go crazy, but he knows he isn’t allowed to cum before you do. So he guides his hand between your legs, his fingers sliding through your folds, before he reaches your clit and rubs it in small circles. You feel the knot building up in your stomach, and Bucky does too.

"Fuck, you’re doing so well. Cum now,” you demand, knowing that he is as close as you.

You moan his name, arching your back and squeezing him even tighter when you cum all around his dick. Bucky cums just a moment after you; he whimpers and moans when he thrusts his seeds deep into you. He still fucks you until the two of you come down from your high.

“Thank you, mommy,” he mumbles, letting himself, with his dick still buried inside of you, fall down.

His hair is sweaty, and you stroke it out of his face, letting him calm down completely. While he does so, you praise him, mumble some sweet words into his hair, and caress his cheek.

“Are you oke, baby?"

“Yes, I’m sorry for sending the picture while you were in a meeting. But I needed you so bad.”

“Don’t worry, but now let’s clean you up, oke?”

Bucky nods, slowly pulling out of you but holding you in place until his seeds throb out of you and he coats his fingers with them. He then lets you sit up as well and pulls you into a short but passionate kiss.

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thebo3bingo · 8 months

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Late night conversations | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary -> When you go to the roof you didn’t know Bucky would be there as well. You join him and the tension between you two leads to conversation you didn’t know you would have with Bucky.

Warnings -> (T) Buckys past, a bit angsty and a lot of fluff

Wordcount -> 1.5k

A/N -> I want to thank @imtryingbuck for helping me with the oneshot and the title, for listening while I was so excited about it, I want to thank you for so much more. I really appreciate it and you and I love youuuuu.🩷

He needs fresh air; the party downstairs is too loud with the music and the partygoers; the crowd is too much for him. The looks, the judgment, and the failed attempts at whispering. Heading up to the roof, the cold air instantly calms him down.

New York is as bright as it is during the day; everyone has turned on their lights, and even when they wouldn't, Tony would probably brighten half of New York with the lights he uses for his parties.

Bucky walks a few steps until he sits down and leans his back against the wall behind him. He breathes the fresh air deeply while running his fingers through his hair and looking at the reflection of the lights in the building opposite him.

A noise interrupts his staring contest with the floor in front of him, and his blue eyes immediately find the person who made the noise. It’s you, opening the door to the roof and walking outside, not recognizing the man staring at you.

Bucky glances at you; a small smile appears on his lips when you face him and jump slightly. Your eyes meet his, and you hesitate for a moment about whether you should stay on the roof or go into your room. He notices your expression, the slight scrunch of your nose, and the way your lips are turned into an unsure smirk.

“You can sit here with me, or I can go back inside if you prefer to be here-“ you interrupt him when you shake your head and walk over to sit next to him.

“Company sounds good to me,” you say, leaning against the wall like Bucky.

He nods, turning his head back to stare into the sky, and observes the stars. Bucky likes them; they give him the peace he never had during the time with Hydra; they give him a feeling of freedom. The big sky has all those little, twinkling stars, and he sits there, isn’t scared to get caught, and has to stare at the ceiling of his little cell.

“Do you like it?” you ask quietly, looking at him while he looks at the stars.

“What?”

“Stargazing, do you like it?

Bucky nods and turns his face toward you. He waits a moment, thinking about the answer he will give you.

“It means freedom-“ he hesitates before he continues to speak. “During Hydra- it’s different to go out whenever you want and do- And when you’re able to do what you like to do.”

You listen to him, not wanting to push him with something you ask, but when you see the relief but at the same time struggle with his expression, you’re not sure if you ask too much. Maybe you should be less curious; it’s Bucky you’re talking to, and he is better known as the guy with the staring problem, who definitely doesn’t talk if he doesn’t have to. Maybe Bucky doesn’t talk much because no one asks and he just doesn’t want to be annoying?

“You don’t have to talk about it, but if you want to talk about it, you can tell me. You are not going to annoy me,” you say.

Bucky smiles but stays quiet for a moment. You’re unsure if you overstepped the bounds or not. You know he hasn’t had the chance to decide about his actions in years; he needed to do what they wanted him to do.

“It’s different not to be under the control of people anymore, but sometimes it scares me,” he says. “It’s not that I don’t like it; I really do, but when you never decide, you get used to it, and now it’s hard sometimes.”

“Do you often sit here?”

“Yes, whenever I can’t sleep. So almost every night, but whenever I hear someone I like to be in my room,” he laughs softly, and you shiver when you hear his rough but calming laugh.

“Why are you sitting here? I couldn’t sleep,” you say, making him laugh even more.

He lets his head fall back and stares up into the night sky again. Bucky didn't know that company could be that comfortable, but maybe it’s because you’re the company. It’s not someone; it’s you. The super soldier hasn’t admitted it yet, but he likes you a lot, and seeing you on the roof with him, laughing and talking without judgment, is something he really appreciates and enjoys.

“Do you want to tell me more about Hydra?” you ask as softly as possible so he won’t feel like you push him.

“What do you want to know?”

You’re surprised that he asks that question, so he lets you decide what you want to know and what you don’t want to know. A smile appears on your lips; he probably trusts you; otherwise, he wouldn’t let you ask whatever you want to know.

“What did they do when you came back from a mission?”

“They-“ Bucky sighs, looking at his hands before he looks at you. “They put me in a small, cold, and dirty room with just a toilet and a sink. There was a mattress on the floor and a lot of spiders in the corners.”

He laughs softly, and you shiver slightly at the rough but warm laugh of Bucky.

“Sometimes I collected them and put them with me on the mattress, so I didn’t feel so alone. They talked to me, or at least I imagined they did, and then I watched them walk around, and sometimes I talked to them.”

The smile that was formed on your lips immediately drops when you hear those words. The happiness inside of you fades away and leaves the empty and cold feeling of loneliness. Bucky wasn’t treated well; they left him alone with his thoughts and the fact that he can’t escape and that he has to do whatever they want him to do. He was nothing but a weapon, like a machine they can always repair, and he will do whatever they tell him to do.

Your hand reaches for his; you feel him flinch when the warmth of your hand touches his fleshy hand. Bucky is still looking at you, his blue eyes empty, but deep inside of him, you see a little glimpse of all those feelings he doesn’t dare to show someone. He slowly rubs his thumb over your hand, dropping his gaze before he looks back into your eyes.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to flinch. It’s just- Not many people touch me without the intention to hurt me; it’s not easy to trust after the years of torture and brainwashing,” he says.

"It's oke,” you say softly.

“Your skin is soft.”

You giggle and blush; he looks really fascinated by the way your skin is. Soft and warm underneath his fingertips.

“Can I- Do you want to hug me?” Bucky asks, his tone really unsure if you want to or if he just embarrasses himself.

“I want to hug you, yes.”

When you turn around, he places his hand around your waist and pulls you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck and lay your head on his shoulder. When he holds you tight against him, he inhales your scent, and you can feel him calming down in your arm. Just a moment later, you hear a quiet sob, then a wet spot on your shoulder where Bucky's head lies.

“I’m sorry,” he says, trying to hide his sobs.

“It’s oke, don’t worry. Don’t be scared to show your feelings. You’re safe, and look, I got you, Bucky,” you mumble, your hand stroking his back up and down.

He nods, pulling you closer and allowing himself to cry while you hold him. For the first time in years, he isn’t ashamed to show his feelings; he isn’t scared someone could use them against him.

After a while, Bucky pulls softly away, his eyes red, but a smile across his face. You use your thumb to wipe the tears away, and suddenly your heads are so close that you can feel his hot breath against your lips. His hands are still resting on your waist and holding you in place.

“Shall we?”

You don't answer; you just press your lips onto his and slide your hands into his hair. Bucky moves his soft, plum lips softly against yours, pulling you into his lap. When you two break the kiss, his forehead rests against yours, and he is staring into your eyes.

“Thank you. I wanted to do this for a while now. You're adorable; I'm so in love with you. I- Doll, I love you," he mumbles and blushes immediately.

“I love you too, Buck. And you should blush more often; that’s really cute.”

Bucky groans playfully before he pulls you in for another kiss, so you can't say anything that would make him blush even more. And because he just loves the feeling of your hands roaming over his body or through his hair, and he loves your soft lips on his.

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thebo3bingo · 8 months

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Can I get a new invite to the BO3 discord?

Sure, there you go!

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thebo3bingo · 8 months

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Hi! I'd like to sign up, but I'm not comfortable sharing my birthdate, so I can't fill out the Google form. I am comfortably over 21. Can I sign up in an alternate method?

Thanks!

Echo

Hello! You can either just put in a made up date on the form, or you can send us a message or ask on Tumblr with answers to the questions on the form. I hope this helps!

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thebo3bingo · 8 months

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“Fuck me.” | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary -> Bucky always tries to decide about the guys you go out with, and when you tell him to fuck you in an argument he doesn’t hesitate to do what you want him to do.

Warnings -> Minors DNI, 18+, smut, oral (fem!receiving), fingering (fem!receiving), chocking, bit of size kink, jealous/ possessive!Bucky, teasing, slight degradation, using the word slut

Wordcount -> 2.4k

Request -> 1. Enemies to lovers 2. Jealous Bucky 3. Possibly a combination of 2, 3, 10, & 12 or just any of the ones selected @sadisticlyme

A/N -> Thank you so much for that request, I hope you like what I made with it. My requests are open, you can also request for the “Bucky Barnes Smut Menu” or my “1-Followers Special” (you can join that if you want to) Divider made by @firefly-graphics. Also thank you to @sergeantbarnessdoll for helping me to find those pictures.

Prompt -> Bingo of your own | I3 | Free Space | @thebo3bingo

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Smut Menu | Bingo of your own | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

“Fuck me,” you shout through the room.

You’re staring at Bucky; your jaw clenches and your hands are into fists. You hate the way he acts around you, like he could decide about the boys you hang out with.

Not really sure why you told him to fuck you instead of telling him to fuck himself, you run your fingers through your hair and wipe a strand out of your face.

Bucky chuckles sarcastically and walks a few steps closer. You’re in front of the kitchen counter, and he walks until he reaches the kitchen island, which is opposite you.

“I would love to,” he says and smirks at you, his hands resting on his hips, and he leans his upper body forward. “Wanna go into my room and let’s have some fun, doll?"

Your eyes widen when you hear those words leave his lips. The brown-haired man is just a few inches away from you, and he walks closer, coming to a halt when there is only space for a piece of paper between your bodies. Bucky towers over you, his hands finding their places on the kitchen counter behind you.

“Do you want me to stop, or are you already dripping for me?” Bucky mumbles into your ear, his breath warm against your neck, and you shiver slightly.

Of course you’re wet; his body is against yours, and the way he is talking to you can only lead to soaked panties. But you would never admit this to him; otherwise, he would probably fuck you right there and then, and he would win the discussion about the guys you always meet, which aren’t as good as him. And he is right, but you hate him for trying to get away from every guy you like, so you don’t let him push his dick inside of your already wet pussy yet.

“What’s going on here?” Steve suddenly asks, and Bucky walks a step backwards, turning around to his best friend.

“She thought it was funny to joke around,” Bucky says, shrugging, but you know he is smirking mischievously.

Then he turns back to you and walks a step closer again. His hips thrust forward, and you feel his growing member in his pants. He presses his dick against your leg, making you gasp quietly.

“Right, doll?” he asks, but you’re too much in your thoughts to respond to his question. Bucky grabs your chin and tilts your head, so you have to look into his steel blue eyes. “Joking around, huh?” he repeats.

You nod and try to turn your head away. The intense stare feels like he is looking into your souls, like he would find out that you’re unnaturally wet because of him.

You breathe shakily, trying to get your thoughts of his hand on your body under control. You can’t help but feel the arousal between your legs growing, soaking your panties completely. You hate Bucky so much; he is always so flirty with everything but tries to control the people you go out with. But on the other side, his jealous and possessive side turns you on beyond belief, which doesn’t help your wet cunt.

But as well as his way of controlling the guys, you always have those annoying arguments. He is jealous of everyone and tells you things about the guys you don’t want to know before your first date with them. Or it’s because he tries to get you angry; sometimes you feel like he loves to see you being mad at him; he always smiles and pushes you until you shout at him. And mostly you’re wet then, turned on by the way he talks to you and acts or touches you.

Bucky turns back to his best friend. His hand touches your body softly, and you feel the goosebumps appearing on your skin. Then you finally find some words to show him how angry you are because he thinks you’re joking around.

“Joking around? You fucking annoy me,” you growl. He laughs in response, and you can’t stop yourself from getting more angry.

Sometimes you really don’t get the way you’re angry and needy because of him at the same time. It’s like you're mad at him, but your pussy knows you want him. The imagination of his dick sliding through your folds until he pushes inside of you and fucks your rough is always in your mind when the two of you have an argument.

When he is standing next to Steve, he faces you. The smirk on his lips says he knows about your little problem between your legs.

“Bet you’re dripping because of me. Your little pussy wants my attention, starving for my touch and especially with my dick between those tight walls. You’re a little slut, my little slut, but you try to deny that. Trying to fuck yourself with your fingers, trying to get what I can give you,” Bucky says, and you immediately blush, looking down at your hands.

Steve’s eyes widen when he looks from his best friend to you. You swallow hard and press your thighs together, trying to stop the arousal between your legs. But the way Bucky talks to you, the way he is acting like he didn’t say he would love to fuck you, let your cunt drip even more.

“Bucky,” Steve mumbles into Bucky’s direction and punches his best friend softly.

“What? Can’t a man have a bit of fun?” he asks, rolling his eyes, annoyed.

Steve sighs, looking at you, then at Bucky, before he turns around and walks out of the room. He definitely needs some training after Bucky tried to get you into bed and said filthy things. Bucky leans with his back against the wall, still smirking at you.

“Need some help, or do you think your little fingers are enough for your pussy? Mhm? Do you want mine, I bet you can’t take them,” Bucky says.

You groan, annoyed. You’re not sure if you want to leave the room and go back to your room to give yourself some pleasure or if you want to cook something. You feel Bucky's eyes roaming over your body; his stare lets you shiver.

“You think you can do better than my fingers? Not even a bit,” you tell Bucky, deciding to go into your room.

Bucky laughs, tilting his head slightly. You both know that your fingers are not as good as his, not depending on his skills, but his fingers are bigger, like he is.

“I think they are, yes. The women underneath me always screamed my name when they squirted all over me,” Bucky says, pushing himself up.

He is like a tiger who catches his prey with the way he looks at you, but it’s enough for you to feel smaller than you’re when you’re around him.

“I would prefer to call one of my dates instead of letting you fuck me,” you say through clenched teeth.

You don’t prefer that, but your little game is just too funny to stop the teasing. You see Bucky's jaw clenching; he furrows before he starts laughing.

“Oke, fuck them, but you’re thinking of me, aren’t you?”

You look for your phone, tap something on it, and put on the loudspeaker. It doesn’t take long for the guy to pick up your call.

“Hey, do you have time? I would like to meet you today,” you say, looking directly into Bucky's eyes.

“Of course, do you have condoms, or do we need some?” he asks, and you hear the anticipation in his voice.

“I have some here,” you tell him.

Before the other guy can say something, Bucky rushes over to you, his hand gripping yours with the phone, and you turn your phone towards him.

“She doesn’t have time for you. She is mine, and you better don’t get too close to her again, understand?” Bucky says it angrily.

Your date mumbles something in confusion, but before he can say something, Bucky hangs up and takes your phone to place it on the kitchen counter.

“You pushed the limits,” he groans, his hand finding your hips, and he pulls you closer.

You gasp, placing your hands on his big biceps. He smiles when he sees your small hands wrapped around his big arms. Your little body in front of him and the way his hands capture your hips with his large fingers.

“Do you want me to stop?” Bucky asks, his hands sliding your sides up and down.

“No, please. I need you,” you mumble under his intense stare.

He smiles and lifts you up before he turns around and places you on the kitchen counter behind you. His eyes wander down your body until he reaches your covered cunt, which is pressing against his growing member.

“Mhm, won’t fit properly. It’s too huge for your little pussy, isn’t it? You can’t even take my fingers; you're so small,” Bucky says with a smile.

He adores the way you look so small in front of him and especially underneath him. His hand slides over your stomach, slowly underneath your t-shirt, and he shoves it higher to expose your belly.

Then he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants and shoves them together with your panties down. Bucky takes a step back and throws them next to him on the floor. His eyes are immediately on your dripping cunt, and the smirk on his lips grows.

“You’re dripping,” he says, his hands sliding along your thighs and up to your cunt.

His hands are soft, and even when one of them is out of vibranium and it’s cooler, you like his touches on your soft skin. Bucky spreads your legs and kneels down, inching closer until you feel his breath against your bare pussy.

“Bucky, please,” you mumble, arching your back.

“What do you want me to do, doll?” he asks, kissing along your thighs.

“Fuck me, please.”

Bucky chuckles and slides two of his fingers through your wet folds. He looks at them, licking your slick off of them, before he lowers his head and kisses your wet pussy.

You moan, gripping his hair to push him further against you. Bucky's tongue glides through your folds until he reaches your entrance. He teases you, kissing along your thighs once more before he kisses your pussy again and pushes his tongue into you.

“Fuck, this feels so good,” you moan, arching your back and placing your legs on each side of his head on his shoulders.

You press your legs together and Bucky more into your cunt; his skills are way better than you thought, and you feel something in your stomach growing, a feeling that is way more pleasurable than ever before. Bucky feels you clenching around his tongue, and he lets go of you.

“Please, I was so close,” you whimper, sliding one of your hands between your legs to bring you over the edge, but he stops you and pushes your hands away.

“Don’t touch yourself when I don’t tell you to do it. And don’t dare to cum before I allow you to cum,” he groans.

He lowers his head and neck between your legs, letting his tongue play with your clit and dipping inside of you before you almost reach your orgasm again. Then he lets go of you and stands up.

You’re just a moaning mess underneath him, and his dick is rock-hard, but he wants to show you what he can give you with just his fingers and his tongue. So he leans over you, admiring your small body again, before his hand wraps around your neck, squeezing slightly.

“You look so pretty,” he tells you, leaning closer to kiss your lips softly.

“I will look prettier when I cum, so fuck me,” you say, pouting.

“I really need to fuck that attitude out of you, but before I do, I will give you my fingers to cum over them,” Bucky says with a smile.

His fingers trail along your stomach until he reaches your pussy. Bucky slowly slides them between your solder, covering them in your slick, before he reaches your entrance and circles it. You push your hips more against his hand, causing his hand around your throat to tighten a bit.

“Please, Bucky,” you whimper.

Bucky does what you want; he pushes one of his fingers inside of you. He groans when your tight walls immediately clench around his big finger.

“My needy little slut, soaking but so fucking tight.”

You moan when he adds a finger and moves them deeper inside of you, curling them before pulling them out of you. Bucky looks into your eyes when he pushes his fingers back into you and hits your sweet spot. Your eyes roll back, and you arch your back. Your hands grip his arm around your throat, and you squeeze it.

“There you are,” he mumbles, and he finds the spot inside of you again.

Bucky pushes his fingers with every thrust against that point. You breathe heavily, feeling your orgasm growing in your stomach.

“Please, please let me cum,” you whimper, clenching around his fingers and moving your hips against him.

“Cum, doll. Cum all over my fingers,” he demands.

You moan, his fingers hitting all the right spots inside of you. He pushes his fingers deeper inside of you, thrusting them faster.

“Cum, now,” he repeats, and you do.

You cum all over his fingers; you’re squirting. His name leaves your lips when you make a mess all over his fingers and his shirt. Bucky towers still over you, smirking about the way your eyes roll back, your moans leave your lips, and the way you arch your back when you cum. He loves it, and he definitely fucks you until you squeeze his dick and let him pump you full with his seeds. Bucky fucks you through your orgasm before he pulls his hand out of your pussy and sucks his fingers clean.

“You made a mess all over me, doll. But you taste good,” Bucky smirks, leaning closer to capture your lips with his. “You still think your little fingers are better than mine?"

You shake your head. Bucky removes his hand from your throat, and he helps you sit up on the kitchen counter. You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

“Yours are way better,” you smirk. “But stop being mean when I have a date.”

“I’m not mean anymore, because you're mine now,” he tells you, picking you up before he walks out of the kitchen and into his bedroom.

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Alpha and Omega | Steve Rogers

Pairing -> Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Female!Reader

Summary -> You give your Alpha the first taste of your talented tongue.

Warnings -> Minors DNI, 18+, Smut, A/B/O-Dynamics, wax play, nipple play, oral (male!receiving), deep throating, bit of praises, sub/dom-dynamics

Wordcount -> 1k.

A/N -> This is written for the “Blind-Date Writing Challenge” hosted by @targaryenvampireslayer. I got the prompt “No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck” and “A/B/O. Divider made by @firefly-graphics. My requests are open, feel free to send and ask or join my 1k-Followers special.

Masterlist | AFG Fluff Bingo | Fandom-Free Bingo | Bingo of your own | Steve Rogers Masterlist

When your parents told you the first time about the system of alphas and omegas, you weren't really happy with it. Being submissive wasn’t something you wanted to be, but in just a short time, you understood that you had to be the way your Alpha wanted you to be.

Luckily, you found an Alpha who accepts your bratty side, who loves that side, and who doesn’t want to dominate you every time. Just in bed, in bed, you’re his little omega, his little cock slut, and nothing more.

“Mhm, like it?” Steve asks and looks at the wax dripping from the candle onto your stomach.

You nod your head, looking at him, before your gaze wanders to your stomach. Some of the wax is already hard and stuck to your skin; your stomach is slightly burning, but you don’t want your Alpha to stop with the dripping wax.

Your arms and legs are tied to the bed. Steve kneels between your spread legs, his one hand on your thigh, while he looks at the wax on your body. Then he blows it out and places it next to the bed.

He leans down to kiss your breast, sucking at one of your nipples. He bites softly into the sensitive skin of your breast. Steve’s hands find their way to your breasts, playing with your nipples, twirling them, and squeezing them softly. The pleasant moans he gets are music for him, and he latches his lips to your other nipple.

It’s not the first time the two of you have had sex, but Steve always takes care of you and makes sure that you feel as much pleasure as he can give you.

“Steve, please,” you whimper, trying to get your hands out of the handcuffs. “Please, I want to make you feel good.”

The grin on Steve’s face widens when the words leave your lips. You arch your back, pressing your cunt against this body. His hand snaps from your thigh to your stomach, and he presses you down.

“Be a good girl for me; can you do this?” Steve asks and furrows his eyebrows while he looks into your eyes.

“Yes, but please let me make you feel good,” you say, pouting softly until he chuckles and nods.

“What are you thinking about, Omega?” he asks, leaning closer to your face and capturing yours with his for a short but passionate kiss.

When he lets go of you, you’re still not answering his question; you're just looking at him with a smirk on your lips. Your Alpha rolls his eyes playfully, inhaling deeply. His eyes darken when he smells the scent of lust in the air, something he adores.

With one movement, he frees your hand and helps you sit up. His dick is already rock-hard in his pants, and you smirk, moving your hand to his member and squeezing it through the fabric of his boxers.

“Don’t tease me; otherwise, I need to handcuff you, Omega,” he says sternly, his eyes meeting yours, and you whimper slightly.

“Put your boxers off, Alpha. Please,” you say, and follow his hands, which push the fabric down.

Steve then sits on his knees again; his hand is around your throat, and he presses you down again. His legs are on both sides of your upper body, and he has his other hand wrapped around his length, giving it a few strokes. The tip is leaking with pre-cum, and when he smears it along his dick, you already open your mouth.

“That’s what you want?” Steve asks, making sure you really want it.

He knows he could have full control, and you would have to obey. But when he met you the first time and you were willing to talk to him about your likes and dislikes, he fell head over heels in love with you. It’s an unwritten rule in your relationship that you can have as much control as you need to feel safe with him.

Steve lowers his body on yours, his dick not even an inch away from your lips. He holds the base of his member, tapping the tip of it against your lip.

“You’re sure, Omega?" he asks again. You're nodding your head.

Your Alpha smirks and pushes the tip of his dick into your mouth. Your tongue immediately twirls around his tip, and you taste his pre-cum. It’s the first time you take him into your mouth. Steve never puts pressure on you and gives you the time you need for every sexual thing you two are doing.

When you lick along the underside of his dick, he shoves it deeper into your mouth. Your fingers are searching for something to ground yourself, and you grip his thighs. Steve pushes his dick into your throat, making you gag around him, and tears are in your eyes when he hits the point in your throat. His hand slowly caresses your cheek, and he smiles softly.

“You’re so tight, but relax, babe. If you can’t, you know your safe word,” he tells you.

You shake your head slightly, then swallow and make Steve groan. He smiles and slowly moves his hips to slide his dick in and out of your mouth.

You use one of your hands to move them to his balls, kneading them in your hand. Steve groans and moves his hips faster, thrusting his dick deeper into your mouth.

“No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck,” he groans. You feel him twitching in your mouth. “I’m so close; can I cum in your mouth?”

You nod, and he pushes his dick into your mouth, groaning loudly. His cum flows down your throat; the white liquid tastes better than you thought, and you swallow everything of his cum when he pulls his dick out.

“You did so well for me, babe. Let me give you a reward for sucking my dick like a good girl,” he says with a smirk and places himself between your legs again.

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You’re mine | Florence Pugh

Pairing -> Girlfriend!Florence Pugh x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary -> You and your girlfriend are at the premiere of her new movie. When Sebastian makes a joke about you being his, Florence makes sure to show you that you’re only hers.

Warnings -> Minors DNI, 18+, Smut, thigh riding, dry humping, kinda dirty talk, possessive Florence

Wordcount -> 1.1k

A/N -> I want to thank @sergeantbarnessdoll for helping me with the title and the idea. She is just so hot, that also @sergeantbarnessdoll is gay now.😂😂 Divider made by @firefly-graphics. My requests are open, feel free to send an ask.

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You’re standing next to your girlfriend, Florence Pugh. The two of you have been dating for almost a year, and now it’s the premiere of her new movie. So you’re in front of all those camera people. Your girlfriend has her arm wrapped around your waist, and smiles into the crowd of cameras.

Your eyes burn lightly from the flashes of the cameras. But with Florence’s arm around your waist, you feel safe, and it’s a bit of fun to pose for the people in front of you.

It's not the first time that the two of you are at a gala or a premiere, so you’re used to it, but sometimes you still prefer your home with your friends and family and without the paparazzi.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Florence mumbles into your ear, and you immediately blush.

The grin on her lips grows when she sees the light red on your cheeks. Her hand is stroking your side up and down. When you’re finished, you walk along the red carpet and to the other actors who are there today.

Your best friend, Sebastian Stan, stands with his husband next to a little table and looks at you. You wave at him, then you walk with Florence towards them.

“You two look gorgeous,” Chris says, his arm wrapped around his husband's waist.

“Thank you, but we all know she always looks gorgeous,” Florence says, making you blush again.

The effect she has on you is beyond belief. You never thought that someone could make you blush by just telling you you’re handsome or making you happy the way she does.

You place your head on her shoulder; your fingers are tangled with hers, still holding you tight at your waist.

“Want a drink too?” Seb asks and looks at the empty glass in front of him.

“If you continue, I need to carry you home." Chris laughs and kisses his husband's cheek.

Sebastian laughs softly; his nose is slightly scrunched, and you giggle.

“What’s so funny, babe?” Florence asks, following your eyes, which are still on Sebastian. “Mhm, do you like the man in front of you?”

“Just look at his scrunchy nose; that’s so cute,” you say, pointing to his nose, which is still slightly scrunched.

Chris and Florence burst out laughing when Sebastian tries to look at his nose. But then he looks at Florence, his blue eyes glittering in a way you know they do when he has a competition with someone.

“Guess it’s my girlfriend now,” he smirks at her.

Florence’s jaw drops slightly, and she furrows in confusion. But her gaze immediately changes when she pulls you closer. She holds you tight, looking at Sebastian with the same expression as he looks at her. Then she turns her face towards you and leans closer to your ear.

“I guess I need to show who you belong to,” she says quietly, smirking at the way your eyes widen slightly and your attempt to press your legs together.

“Excuse us, we need a few minutes,” Florence says, smirking at Sebastian, who’s eyes widen as well when he sees the way she looks.

Then she drags you to the restrooms. Because it’s a premiere, you have a restroom for yourself, so no one can interrupt you. And there are enough other toilets, so Florence knows the two of you have some time together.

Florence opens the door, pushes you into the small room, and closes the door behind her. Before you can react or ask what her plan is, she pushes you against the wall behind you. Her hands hold yours above your head, and she pushes her upper body against yours.

“Flo-“ you moan when she suddenly presses her leg between yours.

You throw your head back and look into her green eyes, focused on you. And the smirk on her lips when she hears your moan grows even wider. You can’t stop yourself from slowly moving your hips against her leg, finally getting some release.

“Such a slut, huh? Wanted your best friend to fuck you?” she asks, but you shake your head. “No? Mhm, it looked like that. Who do you belong to, babe?”

You moan when she presses her leg more between yours. You’re grinding against it, trying to get more friction. One of Florence’s hands lets go of your hand, and she wraps her hand around your neck, choking you slightly.

"Answer: Who do you belong to?”

“I’m yours. Please, can I cum?” you ask, whining.

She laughs but shakes her hand. You grind more against her, trying to convince her with the way you move on her thigh or with your moans, which leave your lips. But she just grins and looks at her thigh.

Your panties are already soaked with your slick, like her thighs. Your moans get needier, your head is thrown back, and Florence uses that moment to kiss and bite into the sensitive skin of your neck. You’re turning into a moaning mess; the feeling in your stomach grows, and you can almost feel your orgasm. Your legs are shaking, and your breath is heavy. But you don’t cum, not until Florence allows you to cum.

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Who is the one who can fuck you like that? Can touch you like that. The one who wants to hear those pretty moans of yours?”

“You. You, babe. I need to cum.”

She laughs, your hips moving faster against her leg. Your cunt drips, and with every move over her leg, you moan loudly. The hand she doesn’t hold in hers finds its way to her shoulders, trying to get some hold, a way to ground yourself from the growing pleasure.

“I love you, babe,” she mumbles, leaning closer and capturing your lips with hers.

Her soft lips move against yours, and the kiss is passionate but soft. When her tongue glides into your mouth, you moan and feel the orgasm hitting you. You cum all over her leg, squeezing around nothing. She smiles against your lips, biting your lip.

“I love you, too," you say, resting your forehead against hers and riding your orgasm out.

Your legs are still shaking, and you need a moment to catch your breath while Florence cleans her thigh. Then she walks back to you, kissing you once more and sliding her hand between your legs. Her fingers are stroking over your wet panties and she smirks.

“Haven’t told you you can cum, and you made a mess. I think we have to practice that,” she grins, getting a moan in response. Her green eyes show pure lust and anticipation.

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thebo3bingo · 9 months

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Title: Mama, this must be my dream

Pairing: Leo Fitz/ Jemma Simmons/ Daisy Johnson

Rating: NSFW (ish)

A/N: I like the original song best, but I used this cover for the lyrics below. You decide what fits best *wink*

Image Credits: Banner made by me with the help of PicsArt/ Canva and Google Images

Created For:

@anyfandomgoesbingo: Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Custom Card- B1- Drunk Vegas Wedding

@anyfandomkinkbingo: G5- Hired Date

@fandombingo: I5- Leo x Jemma x Daisy

@fandom-free-bingo: [flight] -B5- Finding a Third

@thebo3bingo: N5- Sugar Baby

@lyricalescape: N3- Free Space

@thebutcherbingo: N2- Polyamory

Description:

Who's that lounging in my chair?

Who's that casting devious stares in my direction?

Mama, this surely is a dream, yeah - Sex and Candy (Cover) by Unions

One night changed everything. A hired date, a infamous sugar baby paid to shake up the scene at their friend Hunter's drunken wedding in Vegas.

It's all boiled down into that.

Fitz and Jemma's life together, turned into snippets spent in vegas with a sexual wildcat that's made everything so fucking complicated in one night.

They never meant to find a third; nevermind a hellion that's opened their eyes to the fact that maybe their marriage has been missing something all along.

And it's apparently missing one Daisy Johnson--and she had a hold over them. A leash that she had no plans of loosening the reins on.

And they don't want her too. She's the most fun either of them have had in ages.

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thebo3bingo · 9 months

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Title: Get This Stuff Out Of My Head (Chapter Ten)

Prompts Filled: @stuckybingo N5: Experiment, @anyfandomangstbingo O1: James "Bucky" Barnes, @badthingshappenbingo G1: Compelling Voice, @thebo3bingo O5: Bucky Barnes Has PTSD

Fandom(s): Captain America (Movies), X-Men (Movieverse)

Pairing(s): James "Bucky" Barnes & Charles Xavier, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Rating: T

Warnings: Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery

Additional Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Trust Issues

Word Count: 1,177

Summary: Bucky finally lets Professor Xavier attempt to remove the trigger words from his mind.

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thebo3bingo · 9 months

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Title: Oh, What A Party (Chapter Two)

Prompts Filled: @anyfandomgoesbingo I3: Agent Curt Mega, @anyfandomangstbingo N2: Owen Carvour, @badthingshappenbingo N3: Trust Issues, @thebo3bingo O4: Alcohol

Fandom(s): Spies Are Forever

Pairing(s): Owen Carvour/Agent Curt Mega

Rating: T

Warnings: Captivity

Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Angst, Dark, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Chimera Wins, Possessive Owen Carvour

Word Count: 1,333

Summary: It's party time.

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thebo3bingo · 9 months

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Title: The (Mis) Fortune of A Single Mother... And a Baby

Pairing: N/A, Up to interpretation

Rating: G/ SFW

A/N: Just a cute little one-off, no real set pairing though we'd know what I'd choose. Enjoy!

Image Credits: Banner made by me with the help of PicsArt and Google Images

Created For:

@darcylewisbingohq: The 12 Days of Darcy Lewis Doodles and Digital Media Mini Challenge- Day 3: Three Men and A Baby

@anyfandomaubingo: G1- Sitcom AU

@anyfandomfluffbingo: I4- Farmer AU

@fandom-free-bingo: N3- Cab Driver AU

@seasonaldelightsbingo: I2- Free Space

@hurtcomfort-bingo: N1- Group Support

@steverogersbingo: C3- Free Space

@lyricalescape: O4- Got It In You by BANNERS

@sebastianstanbingo: G5- Florist AU

Description:

Ohh, you got it in you

Ohh, you got in you - Got It In You (Acoustic) by BANNERS

It's hard being a single mother.

No, scratch that, it's hard being a homeless and jobless single mother with a sickly son. Living out of hotels, barely able to afford diapers and formula; let alone pay the medical bills to get her son the proper care he needs.

Nope, 2023 hasn't been Darcy's year...and 2024 isn't looking to be any brighter.

But it might not be all too bad, when she happens upon the cab driver, Steve Rogers, who was there to hold her hand through the birth of her son, on the way to her job interview.

Or when she lands the job helping out a local florist shop and its owner, James Barnes.

Boy, are things definitely starting to look up, when a grumpy but sweet farmer, Bruce Banner decides he wants to take her and her son off the street and into his home.

And as the months roll by and Darcy gets close with each of the men in her life, she begins to wonder just what 2024 has in store for her.

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thebo3bingo · 10 months

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So Tight I'd Bruise You

Summary: What if Lambert noticed the burns on Jaskier's hands? What if he did something about it?

Word Count: 496

Warnings: Brief mentions of canon torture.

This work was written as part of the @slumberpartybingo discord server's Self Care Sunday Drabble Challenge. It has also filled a few bingo prompts 👍 please see the update cards at the bottom.

@badthingshappenbingo - Traumatic Touch Aversion

@anyfandomdarkbingo - Torture

@thebo3bingo - "Don't be scared. I just need you to come with me for a minute." (paraphrased)

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Uproarious laughter and well-meant bickering echoes throughout the hall of the old and crumbling-around-the-edges keep, as brothers suffer each other’s company for their nightly meal.

And yet the joyous cacophony of the Witchers washes over Jaskier, as sits at the far end of the table, idly prodding his plate of unidentifiable meats and vegetables that has long since lost any semblance of warmth. Lost to his own thoughts, Jaskier sits in a silence so unlike his usual self. Trapped in visions of heat and flames dancing behind his eyes. Torturous images leaving his hands trembling and his heart quickening to a pace that leaves him near breathless.

It's then that a Witcher notices his plight.

With movements far softer than Lambert ever thought possible, he reaches across to the man he’d met only a few days prior. A handful of days that felt more like an age with all they had been through. And in that time, Lambert could not recall even a brief moment in which another had spoken to the frail looking bard.

There's a moment where Lambert’s callused hand falters, mere inches from Jaskier’s own.

A flinch.

So subtle the Witcher almost missed it. His eyes drift from the bard’s face down to his fingers and a clearer image begins to paint itself in Lambert’s mind.

There’s an anger that swells within his chest. A fury he doesn’t expect as the answer to an unasked question comes to him. The bard was not as he’d expected. More subdued. Less- everything. Geralt certainly wasn’t the most giving with his tales, but from what little Lambert had gleamed, Jaskier was vibrant. Outspoken. Annoying. Yet Lambert had not witnessed even an ounce of the bard Geralt described.

And no one seemed to have noticed. Until Lambert.

Now that he’s paying attention, he can smell the infection coming from Jaskier. The rancid twang of fear that taints the air around him.

“They’re infected.” He knows his voice isn’t soft, nor gentle in the way he wishes he knew how to be. It's proven in the way Jaskier flinches full bodily away from him.

“Don’t- Don’t be scared, lark. If you come with me, I can help.”

It’s only as Jaskier looks at him, eyes wide and weary, that Lambert feels himself soften just a little.

“You’re safe with me.” He tries for a softer tone, as gentle as his gruff voice will allow as he leads the man from the hall.

Lambert finds himself in awe of the trust Jaskier places in him. There's a harsh tremble in the bard's fingers as he works a salve over the raw wounds. The wolf feels every callus, every divot and open sore on the musician's hands.

A harsh release of breath breaks the silence, limbs untensing all at once. Lambert's mouth twitches as the ghost of a smile appears. The salve has begun to work.

Jaskier cannot find it in himself to pull his hand away, not just yet.

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