Quiet II

Quiet II

Bucky x Shy!Reader

Warnings: men (jk just one creepy guy but nothing particularly triggering)

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: this is the second part to this writing; thank you so much for all the love on this one, I’m a bit overwhelmed from all the sweet messages, you’re all very kind <3 Please send me an ask if you’d like i’d love yo talk to u! Requests are open :) - C

Bucky’s mouth dropped when he first saw you.

For the past few months, you’d been a little more vocal towards the team, still shy and easily flustered though. Bucky absolutely adored making you blush. He hadn’t told you he had feelings for you, in fact he was terrified to do so. He hopes he finds the courage to do it tonight. Tony was hosting a gala and the team had been pestering you to go, so you agreed. Bucky promised to be at your side the whole time.

You were wearing a green satin dress, with a low cleavage and a slit exposing your right leg. You were glowing. Wanda had gotten you ready, doing your make up and combing your hair to perfection.

When you walked out to the living room where everyone was waiting, she did jazz hands around you “Voila!” She said, smiling brightly “isn’t she stunning?”

Tony whistled and Steve punched him lightly on the arm. Bucky turned around and his jaw hit the floor. You were glowing. “Oh my god, she looks like a princess!” Nat said cooing.

You shook you head and covered your burning face.

You felt one warm soft hand and one cool, firm metal arm wrap around your wrists, pulling them away from your face. “Don’t hide, Doll, please. You look beautiful”

Your heart nearly melted and you hugged him tightly, with your face in the crook of his neck “you look very handsome, Buck” you said quietly, just loud enough so that he could hear “you always do”

A shiver ran down Bucky’s spine and suddenly he felt tongue tied.

“Alright, come on lovebirds,” said Sam “we’re running late”

You smiled at the term ‘lovebirds’ and your cheeks glowed pink

“C’mon beautiful” Bucky took your hand and you followed into the compound’s parking lot.

The team got into the limo Happy was driving, and Bucky turned to you.

“Wanna ride with me?” He asked in a loving tone

“You have a car?” You asked, curious

“Not quite” a smile pulled at his lips and you followed his sight to a shiny black motorcycle.

Your eyes were wide and your mouth was wide open. Bucky laughed “that’s yours?” Bucky nodded “Oh my god” you ran your hands along the cool material of the bike “I’ve always wanted one of these. I don’t even know how to ride it”

“I can teach you how to ride it” he said with a small smirk

Your eyes widened slightly and you gulped, your heart beating rapidly.

“Yes,” you said, quiet as ever “Yes, I would like that”

Bucky felt his cheeks burn hot and he shook his head, smiling. You had managed to make him flustered. He cleared his throat.

“Let’s go,” he put a helmet on you and you smiled up at him.

He got on the bike and you got on, behind him “Put your arms around me. Hold on tight, doll”

You wrapped your arms around him and held on for dear life, Bucky noticed you were shaking a little. He took your hand and kissed it. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes” you said without a second thought.

“Relax then, darling. Been ridin’ since the 40s” he caressed your hand with his thumb before putting it back around his torso

You enjoyed the ride a lot. You liked seeing the city lights and the cool wind felt nice against your skin.

When you got there, Bucky swooned at how you hadn’t let go of him yet. “You can let go now, Sweetheart”

“Oh” you giggled and Bucky smiled at the sound. He got off the bike and took his helmet, and yours, off quickly.

“I-uh” you looked down at the slit of your dressed and your exposed skin. “I’m not really sure how to get off without- oh fuck it” you bunched up the skirt of your dress at the sides, your left leg completely exposed, right up to your hip bone, and you got off the bike swiftly, as gracefully as you could.

Bucky stood speechless and quickly looked away from you when your eyes met his, embarrassed to having been caught staring.

He held out his arm and you linked his arm with his. “Thank you for the ride, James” you said before kissing his cheek.

Bucky was sure you had some evil plot to kill him tonight. He loved when you called him James.

“Anytime, doll face”

You both walked into the party together and you immediately started to feel overwhelmed. You weren’t fond of big crowds like these.

Bucky sensed your nervousness “wanna go get a drink?”

“Yes, please” you said eagerly.

…

Steve had whisked Bucky away from you to introduce him to some people when you were sitting at the bar, playing with the straw of your third drink.

“Hey gorgeous” you looked up to a pair of dark green eyes.

You couldn’t bring yourself to speak. You nodded.

“I have to say… you look fantastic in that dress” he looked you up and down and you didn’t like it. Not at all. “I’m Clark” he said smugly, extending his hand out to you.

You shook it quickly and looked away from him.

“You don’t have a name?” He chuckled.

At your lack of reply, he retorted “I’ll call you Mousy then. Since you’re so quiet” he said almost mockingly. You hated men like this.

“Why don’t you and I go somewhere else to talk?” He put his hand on you arm and you froze and the contact.

You stood up from your stool “n-no thank you,” you stuttered quietly before leaving quickly to find Bucky.

You walked as fast as you could and noticed he was following you, walking a few feet behind you.

You bumped into people and the noise was driving you insane. The music was extremely loud and you had to push past a sea of people. Your breathing was starting to hitch.

Finally, a miracle. You stumbled into Bucky and he caught you, looking away from his conversation with someone else and his eyes looked at yours full of concern.

“Excuse me,” he dismissed the old philanthropist that had been pestering him with questions about his arm. He put his arm around you and led you to an empty balcony.

You exhaled a shallow, uneven breath and looking behind you, the man didn’t seem to be following you anymore

“Everything okay, doll?” He held your chin in between in his thumb and index finger “what’s wrong?”

“Men” you huffed. “This guy was being weird and when I got up to leave he started following me” you frowned and looked at the floor “and there was so many people I had to push through and I didn’t wanna be rude but-“ you realized you were rambling and shook your head “sorry”

“It’s okay” he hugged you close, drawing patterns on your exposed back, his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I’m sorry men are gross”

He held you for a little while and the steady sound of his heartbeat kept your nerves at bay and your soul at ease. His fingers on your skin felt like heaven and you never wanted to leave his embrace. He felt like home.

Bucky recognized the song that was playing through the speakers in the balcony and his ears perked up.

“Hey” he pulled away just enough to face you, his arms still wrapped around you “Wanna dance?” The sight of you under the moonlight made his knees weak.

“I’m not a good dancer” you said, letting shyness take over you again and scared of having to dance.

Bucky realized he really didn’t care about the dancing bit, he just wanted to have you in his arms.

“We don’t have to dance” the song was a nice smooth jazz “we can just stay like this and sway for a little while” he caressed your cheek with the back of his fingers, his knuckles tracing over your skin tenderly.

You smiled at the thought of that and nodded, hugging his torso and resting your head against his chest. You both swayed softly to the slow rhythm of the music and Bucky stroked the back of your neck and shoulders lovingly as you closed you eyes.

For the second time tonight, Bucky has a realization. He doesn’t want to spend another day where he doesn’t tell you how wonderful he thinks you are. He had been scared to tell you how he feels about you, not wanting to jeopardize your friendship, but quite frankly, he doesn’t think he can take it any longer. He wants you to know that he would do absolutely anything for you.

He wants you to know that butterflies soar in his belly when he sees you and his heart skips a beat every time he hears you giggle.

“Y/n,” he sounded so serious, you looked up at him with concern and hummed in response

“I-“ Bucky doesn’t remember the last time he was tongue tied over a girl “I think you’re the loveliest person I’ve ever met” he admitted earnestly.

Your eyes widened and your face felt hot. “I love seeing you get flustered, I love watching you speak, I love listening to you, I love being next to you” he spoke with a sincerity in his voice. You hands were posed on his chest “I love you”

His eyes are shining and you swear you almost see the glimmer of a tear forming in his tear duct. His lips are rosy to match his cheeks and you don’t think you’ve ever wanted to kiss anyone more in your life. So you do.

You press his lips to yours and you feel Bucky sigh in relief, his arms are tightly wrapped around your waist and he holds you impossibly close to him. He tastes like champagne and his lips are soft like satin. Bucky sucks on your lower lip and a small whimper gets caught on your throat. He thinks it’s his new favorite sound.

You pull both pull away from each other slightly, breathless, you forehead resting against his. Your hands cup his cheek and he leans into your touch “I love you, Bucky”

Your confession makes Bucky giddy and unfathomably happy. He pecks your cheeks and nose and presses several over quick kisses to your face, making you giggle.

You look at his icy blue eyes “how’d I get so lucky?” You think out loud.

He shook his head “I’ve been alive for more than a century and I’ve never come across a lady that makes me stumble over my words like you do, Doll” he’s entranced by your beauty and the way you look at him like he brought you the moon and stars “I have the prettiest girl in the world in my arms. I’m the luckiest man alive”

You heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest “Stop it” you blush and look away, hiding your face in his chest.

He laughs at your reaction and nuzzles his head into your neck, pressing a sweet peck to your shoulder “Nope” he tuts “I’ve made it my life mission to make you blush”

Who Do You Belong To

Pairings: Dom Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You come home from work and find the winter soldier in your living room, waiting for you

Warnings: NSFW, BDSM, SMUT, Bondage, Dom/Sub, Possessive Bucky, Choking, Punishment, Ownership, Boot Licking, Worshipping, Master Kink, Dominant Bucky, Gun Kink. 

You dragged your feet up to the front door, lazily poking in the key and twisting it hard to snap the door open. You were exhausted after a long day at work. You were ready to curl up in bed and just have a good night’s sleep. You had run over as well with work and so didn’t finish until an hour later.

The main lights were off, but the small lamps dotted around the house were illuminated, giving the warm orange glow to the rooms. You threw your keys into the bowl on the side and dumped your bag on the floor, hearing it clatter. You didn’t have the energy to do anything and so you kicked off your shoes, hearing them smash against the floor somewhere and draped your coat over the coat hook.

You shuffled further inside, your eyes half open half closed as if you were about to fall asleep right there and then. But they soon widened as you entered the living room, a look of surprise plastered on your face.

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tell me you’re mine.

part 2 to if you were mine

18+, minors do not interact

mob!bucky x f!reader

warnings: lots of smut, fluff, divorce talk, public sex, breeding kink, possessiveness, mob/mafia business

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I'm gonna slam spam you tonight, bestie

Mafia Steve heard you had to feed Ransom his dinner last night because he was being a goddamn lazy ass.

But Steve thinks you deserve so much better. He want to play a little game tonight at dinner with all the families around...including Ransom.

What do you say? Are you up for showing your husband exactly how you should be treated?

Bestie… you asked for it!

Wife Worship

Starring: mob!steve rogers x fem!reader

Summary: Steve shows Ransom how to care for you.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW! Smut.

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Word Count:634

Steve has had enough.

So when he overheard you talking to your best friend and you casually mentioned how you had to practically force feed Ransom your pussy, Steve made the decision to show him just how a husband should properly worship his wife.

Which is how you found yourself to be the centerpiece of the dinner table meant to celebrate the coming together of two crime households. What Steve planned could destroy months of peace talks, but he didn’t care.

He has you spread across the table, his beard scraping against your thighs as he laps at your nectar, savoring everything as you fill his mouth with your cream. Ransom strains against his restraints, his cock tented in his pants as he, and his entire family is forced to watch Steve feast on your flesh.

Sucking your clit into his mouth another soul shattering orgasm wrecks your body, and all you can do is center yourself by twisting your hands in Steve’s hair, holding his head to your core while he hums against your lips.

“That is how you eat pussy,” Steve’s beard is dripping with you, Ransom’s nostrils flaring as he inhales your scent. He watches stone faced when Steve flips you on your belly, your dress rucked up over your hips. “Hear that Drysdale?” He quips, his fingers coated in your slick when he inserts two fingers in your greedy hole. “That is how her cunt should sound when you do your job right.”

Freeing himself from the confines of his pants, Steve taps his leaking tip against your petals, sliding through and coating himself with your juice before sliding his fat cock inside your heat. He starts slow, hissing through his teeth when your walls clamp around him. “You’re missing out,” Steve huffs, watching himself get coated in white with each deep stroke. “This pussy is perfect.”

Wrapping his body over yours, he lifts your head by your hair, his nose tracing the shell of your ear. “Look at him sweetheart. Show him how good I’m making you feel.”

Locking eyes with Ransom, your cries echo off the hardwood as Steve fucks into you mercilessly, the fine china rattling on the the table every time his balls slap your ass.

“Come on sweetheart,” Steve grits, his breaths coming out in short huffs. “Come on my cock one more time. Show your worthless husband how a real man fucks his wife.”

Your vision goes white, an inhuman whine escapes from your soul as you fall apart one more time. Steve follows suit, stilling inside you as he pumps your cunt full of cum. He tenderly runs a hand down your back, singing your praises as you come back to reality.

Steve pulls himself from you, looking around the room silently commanding all eyes on him. “And then, because she was such a good girl for you,” he spreads your cheeks and watches his seed slowly start to spill from your spent pussy. “You take care of her and make sure she’s nice and clean before tucking her into bed.”

Steve drops to his knees, and you jolt when his tongue spears into you, sucking and licking his spunk from your cunt, ensuring he doesn’t spill a drop. When he’s finished, he stands over you, gently hooking a finger in your mouth. You stick out your tongue, welcoming the mixture of spend and spit swallowing greedily before Steve softly kisses your lips.

“Now if you excuse us,” He picks you up in his arms, casting one last look at the stunned Thrombey clan. “I have to take her home to ruin her properly.” Tipping his head to Ransom, he chuckles as he speaks. “Divorce papers will be brought over tomorrow by me. You’ll have no choice but to sign. She’s mine now.”

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“What’s my bra size?” You asked as you turned your back to Bucky.

You expected him to move your shirt and look at the label in your bra but instead his hands snaked around your body and cupped your breasts, gently bouncing them up and down as his head tilted with concentration. You looked over your shoulder to see his lips pursed as he thought about it before letting go and shrugged.

“Wouldn’t have a clue, a nice handful?” He offered with a lopsided grin.

“You’re absolutely hopeless.” You huffed and pulled your shirt over your head before unclipping your bra and taking a look for yourself. “Stop staring you perv.”

“I’m a man and you have just put a beautiful pair of boobs in front of me.” He shook his head and continued to watch them as his eyes darkened. “You get off on taunting me.”

“Says the man that just fondled me.” You pointed out as you put your bra back on and grabbed your phone to order the right size. “Think this will look good?”

You held the photo up of the lace bra and he grabbed it, zooming in on the picture and seeing the pretty detail adorning it. “Whats the occasion?”

There was a suspicious note to his tone and you took your phone back with a frown. “I’m, um, going on a date.”

“You didn’t tell me that. I thought I was your best friend.” He pouted. “Who is he? Do I know him?”

“No, you don’t know him. And do you know why? Because you scare away everyone that comes near me.”

“You have a poor taste in men, I’m just looking out for you.” He said as he took a seat on your bed and pulled you down on his lap. “You’re my best girl, I don’t want you to end up with some asshole that will try keep you all to himself.”

“Of course.” You said with an eye roll. “Only you’re allowed to do that.”

“Exactly!” He chuckled and kissed your neck. “I’m the only one allowed to hold you like this and kiss you like this.”

His lips pressed to your neck and left a trail of light kisses across your skin and along your jaw line. You sighed as his hands came to rest on your hips and his thumbs made small circles, brushing up your shirt so he could feel your skin. Your own fingers curled his long hair around them and you felt his cock stirring beneath you. “As far as I know, most friends don’t kiss their other friends like this.”

“You’re more than just my friend, doll.” He promised as his lips came tantalisingly close to yours before he kissed your cheek. “You’re my best friend.”