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Bucky, on the phone: Where are you, y/n? This place is fancy, and I don't know which fork to kill myself with.
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Bruce: I thought you were dead!
Loki: I get that a lot.
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Prompt 3 you’re not going out in that outfit with dads best friend Bucky cause he gets jealous and maybe tiny bit possessive?!
For My Health
Summary: A dress a little too revealing leaves Bucky to brew in his thoughts.
Warnings: Smut, tiny itty bitty hint of angst, jealous bucky, hint of possessive bucky, cursing, I think thats it 18plus only
AU: dbf!bucky x reader
AN: Prompt from this list, requests are always open and appreciated so feel free to send some in!
Reblogs and feedback appreciated
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Bucky didn't know what to expect you to be wearing for your night with your best friend. But, as he sat in the living room of your dad's house, talking over sport nonsense, your choice of outfit made his blood run cold.
The neckline of the black lace dress showed ample amount of cleavage, thin fabric of the skirt flowing against your thighs as you moved across the room; looking for something.
"What are you lookin' for, hun?" Your dad asked as you felt underneath the couch, Bucky watching how the hem of the dress lifted on the backs of your thighs; giving him a nice peak of the cheeky underwear underneath.
"My other sandal. I don't know how they get thrown around." You huffed, pushing yourself back onto your feet.
Bucky did. The quickies before your dad got home were to thank for it. Which is why he reached behind the back of the couch, a black sandal wedged between the wall and couch.
"Here ya go, sugar." He said, swallowing thickly, ready to pull you onto his lap and fill you up. "Thanks, Buck."
You were unaware to the hard look he was giving, eyebrows furrowed and lips turned down into a frown. "What are you guys doing tonight?" Your dad shrugged at your question, leaning further into the couch as he brought his beer to his lips. "Probably watch TV and bullshit like always."
Finally looking at Bucky, your face dropped a little. Steel blue eyes burning into you as he looked you over, shaking his head lightly.
"Want another?" Your dad said, directed at Bucky who just nodded his head, not looking away from you.
You sat on the couch next to him and started to put your shoes on, cold metal against the skin of your thigh creating goosebumps. "You're not going out in that outfit." Bucky muttered, eyes dark when you met his gaze. "And why not?" You smirked, cocking your head to the side.
"Because, all of the boys will be hitting on you and trying to touch you. It's hard enough fending them off when you're wearing jeans." His hand slid dangerously high up the inside of your thigh, making your breath hitch. "Let alone this."
"Oh, please, Bucky. What are you, my boyfriend? Besides, you know better." You said, breathing a laugh as you stood. "Come over when you're done." He hummed, his warm hand trailing up the back of your thigh and over the swell of your ass; his thoughts churning with what he could do once he had you alone.
Bucky's hand dropped back to the cushion when he heard your dad's footsteps. "Be safe tonight. Don't drink too much and if you're staying somewhere else, let me know. So I don't worry." Your dad said, completely oblivious to the way Bucky tugged at the front of his jeans to relieve some of the tightening.
"You two behave, no trash talking me while I'm gone." You pointed, grabbing your phone and wallet. "Trash talking? How could we when you're such a good girl?"
Bucky hid a smirk at the flush of color his words brought to your face, sending you a wink as you opened the front door. "Have a good night, sugar."
Of which, you did. At a club not far from your home and only having a few drinks. That way you weren't too fuzzy headed when you made your stop at Bucky's on the way home.
That was until, hearing someone call your name made you turn around. The gleam of a dark metal arm under the multi colored lights catching your eye.
"Hey, sweet girl." Bucky smirked, catching your lips in his for a moment before you pulled away; looking at him like he'd lost his mind. "You're going to be the one to get us caught."
He looked behind you at your friend, a sweet smile playing on his lips. "Melanie won't tell, she probably already knew. She's your bestfriend after all."
You urged him to turn around, placing your hands on his back to guide him out of the swarm of bodies. "Yes, she may know. But, there's a lot of people here, Buck. You're suppose to be at my dad's."
Bucky shrugged nonchalantly, resting his hands on your waist. "Faked a work call. You didn't really think I'd let you go where I can't touch you in a dress like that, did you?" He chuckled, lowly. "I told you I'd come over later." You huffed, reaching to hold his scruffy jaw.
A brief kiss to your lips and he started tugging you along with him by the waist. "I couldn't wait. C'mon, let's have a quickie in the bathroom."
The devious smile on his face made your legs feel weak already, letting him pull you into the bathroom.
He checked the stalls before locking the door, fingers already tugging his belt when he turned to you.
Bucky couldn't stand the thought of someone else's grubby hands touching on you when he wasn't there to ward off the lingering eyes of some boy thinking he'd have the chance to get you alone.
So, naturally, he had to show up to stake his claim.
The front of your skirt was bunched up as his lips mashed to yours in a hungry kiss. Teeth and tongues gnashing together as he dipped his hand in the front of your underwear to glide a finger through your folds.
"Has to be quick." You reminded, breathless from the kiss as you popped the button of his jeans open. "Gotta make sure your ready."
With that he grasped the back of your thighs and lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist and back being pressed the the cold, painted concrete wall; a shiver wracking through your body.
Moans echoed against the walls when he buried himself into your heat in a fluid thrust, the sudden stretch stealing the air from your lungs as his hips snapped into yours with such vigor that your lower back smacked against the wall repeatedly.
Salacious sounds rang back into your ears from the room around you, hands clutching onto the fabric on his shoulders for some kind of stability. Bucky latched his lips on the sweet spot of your neck, sucking and biting at the skin to form a deep purple bruise as his cock dragged against your walls at a pace that made you light headed.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" your breath caught in your throat, not even trying to stop the sounds from passing your lips as pleasure casted over the slight pain of his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.
A groan vibrated against the side of your neck before he released the skin from his mouth with an exaggerated pop, pressing a much more gentle kiss to the mark left behind.
"Look so fucking good, couldn't get ya off my mind since you left." Bucky panted in your ear, angling his hips up to fuck into the rough spot that sent you over the edge.
A choked moan tore from your throat and body tensed from the wave of heat and pleasure that surged through you; Bucky not letting up on the ruthless thrusts as he chased his own high.
"So fucking wet and tight, can never get enough of ya. Fucking addicting. And all mine." He groaned, feeling the swirling in his abdomen start to build as your legs tightened around his waist; walls clenching around him again.
"Gonna give me another one already?" Bucky's gruff voice was nearly taunting as he looked at you, you're fucked out expression nearly pulling a low whine from him. A look only he had the pleasure of seeing.
You bit your bottom lip between your teeth and nodded, squeezing your eyes shut from the second wave of pleasure building. "Wanna hear you say it, greedy girl. C'mon, look at me."
You whimpered, peaking your eyes open to look at his lust darkened eyes. "Yes- Please, Bucky." You mewled, rocking your hips along with him, eager for the second high he managed to get you to so quickly.
Hearing his name shamelessly fall from your lips was all he needed, pushing as deep in your walls as he could go as he filled you with his release with a guttural moan. He moved a hand to press tight circles to your clit, a string of profanities coming out in a pant as you released around him again.
"So good to me, sweet girl." Bucky hummed, pressing a brief kiss to the corner of your mouth as he slipped out of you and fixed your underwear.
You let out a slow breath, legs feeling a little wobbly when he let you back on your feet. "Amazing as always, Buck." You breathed, running a hand through your hair.
He pinched your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, tilting your head up to look at him. "By the way, I am your fucking boyfriend, sweetheart." He asserted, tone stern but still sweet in a way.
A lazy, fucked out smirk pulled at your lips. "I don't remember that ever being a conversation we had." You teased, patting his chest. "Please," he scoffed, releasing your chin to jerk his pants back up. "I don't fuck you for my health."
Straightening your dress and smoothing out your hair, you flashed him a cheeky smile as you unlocked the door and went to find your friend.
"Jesus, what happened to you?" She giggled, poking the mark Bucky had left. "I told you. Insatiable." You shrugged, Bucky's hand gliding across your lower back and to your hip.
He pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, leaning to talk in your ear. "Enjoy the rest of your night. I'll see you later, sweetheart."
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imsebastianstan: @whatif…? Premiering August 11. @marvelstudios
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Walker: Bucky isn’t answering his phone.
Sam: I’ll call.
Walker: Lemar and I have both tried six times each, what makes you thi-
Bucky, answering on the first ring: Hello?
Sam: Hey did you get their calls?
Bucky: Whose?
Sam:
Sam: You blocked Walker didn’t you?
Bucky: First thing I did when he got my number.
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“steve's life doesn't revolve around bucky"
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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲
summary ─ “filthiest i’ve ever made,” he whispered, face very close to yours. “if you can handle it, i might take you up on that ‘convincing’ thing.”
pairing ─ bartender!bucky barnes x reader
warnings ─ smut, +18, language, oral sex (m receiving), semi-public sex, fucking in an alley, it happens between ca:tws and ca:cw, so bucky’s on the run, and thiccc and long haired, kissing, dirty talk, pet names,
a/n ─ this was not in the plans but @babyboibucky ‘s bartender!bucky fic got me inspired to write my own. i really hope you like it. please tell me what you think. thank youuu!! <333
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Bucky knew he was being watched for some time now. He didn’t pay it any mind, though. He knew whoever the watcher was they were harmless. Even if they were dangerous, he could take them.
“Hey there, sexy,” he heard a customer calling out and rolled his eyes with a small sigh. These types customers were bringing him extra money, though, so he turned towards them. “Gimme a martini? Make it as dirty as you can.” She winked, and Bucky winked at her back.
Okumaya devam et
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these marvel tv shows are basically therapy sessions for the characters who need it the most, change my mind
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I rewatched Captain America: The Winter Soldier recently, and I remembered a good part of movies and tv shows is making sure the home sets reflect the characters. A lot of thought goes into the decorating and props of a character's home in order to seem believable and make the scene work. What this means for me is that whatever is in Sam Wilson's DC house/apartment is canon information about Sam in the MCU, and I thought I would compile and share with you all what I found in case there are any other fic writers and such who would love to use this information. So here goes:
✨Canon Information and Interests about Sam Wilson✨
He doesn’t refrigerate his mustard. I mean, you don’t technically have to refrigerate mustard, but it is recommended in order for it to last long/taste as good. So what can we gather from this? Sam is a mustard heathen. He doesn’t care about the flavor at all. He’s a mad man who eats so much mustard he doesn’t need to refrigerate it because the bottle won’t last long in his house. I can only imagine he puts mustard or barbecue sauce on everything.
Sam has a baseball trophy. So sometime ago, maybe in high school or college, he used to play baseball. Apparently he was pretty good too, or at least proud of his playing, if he has a trophy sitting on a shelf in his kitchen. Is this why he's so good at throwing the shield? Or he could have also been playing baseball with his fellow Air Force members. Do you think he tried to get the Avengers to form a company baseball team?
Also I don't have it pictured, but you can see an example of one in a screenshot three below, Sam also has several golf balls sitting around his apartment. Now either Sam just likes to fiddle with golf balls or he also likes to play golf (just like Mackie). So if you want to write about Sam being a sports person, he canonically plays baseball and golf.
He likes wine. Maybe loves wine. As we can see in this shot, he has a fancy wine rack hanging on his wall. Yes, it’s just wood, but who would go through that much effort to hang a wine rack instead of getting one to set on a counter or something (just my personal thoughts). I feel hanging the wine rack is supposed to show off his wine collection, because he loves his wine.
Also in his dining room, he has a huge bowl/vase full of wine corks. Again, I feel only wine fanatics would do something like that, because when I’m done with wine I just recycle and call it a day. Conclusion, Sam loves wine.
Sam loves music. I know we figured that with his whole Marvin Gaye obsession (understandable). But I really need to point out how much he loves music. His entire table is filled with stacks on stacks of CD’s (and also that golf ball I was telling you about). At least 30 CD’s. Not only that he also owns a record player. Not only that but he has several speakers.
At least four small speakers scattered throughout his kitchen and dining room, and also one very large speaker in his dining room. The man not only loves music, he makes sure he can listen to it well wherever he is in his house. That takes dedication.
Other small things I wanted to point out:
He likes the smell of coconut.
He keeps a 50 lb (?) dumbbell on his kitchen counter. wtf Sam
He likes Cookie Crisp cereal. Now one could argue this is for his nephew Cass when he visits (who is probably like what 3ish when the events of CA:TWS take place? i'm not good with guessing child ages), but I like to fully believe Sam digs Cookie Crisp cereal.
Thanks for reading 💖
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"you only like villains because you want to fix them" actually I like them because I want a villain who's absolutely terrifying and ruthless to everyone, except for me, their cute s/o. Get it right 🙄
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Can someone please explain Sebastian Stan to me
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