May I please request “Who knew you could dance like that?” with 40’s Bucky? 💃🏼😏
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hi, sunny! thank you so much for sending this ask & request!
i apologize in advance for taking almost two months to finish this HOWEVER! it is finally here!!! a sickening sweet lil drabble with our lovely 40s!bucky 🥹 hope you like it! 💕
dance the night away
Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x female reader
Word count: 954
Tags/warnings: a lot of fluff!; bucky is smitten by the reader and gets a little shy; bucky is a master yearner!
The Stark Expo is a noisy spectacle, a glittering oasis of tomorrow amidst the gloom of global conflict. In the vast spread by the dance hall, James Barnes isn’t out of place, not mentally, but he sticks out in his neatly pressed uniform. He stands near the refreshments, nursing a ginger ale and trying to look nonchalant while his eyes track one particular person on the dance floor.
You.
You are weaving through the crowd, laughing at something your friend said, the light catching the sequins of your dress, the highlights of your hair. Bucky has seen you around: at neighborhood events, maybe once or twice grabbing a soda at the corner store. Every time, his usual easy confidence seemed to evaporate. You’ve got the kind of beauty he finds uncommon, the one that makes a man’s heart skip a beat and dream about wedding you immediately.
And now, you are dancing.
Not with a date, but with a gaggle of girlfriends, moving with a joyous rhythm that is both captivating and contagious. The band launches into a fast-paced swing number, and you don’t just follow the music, you become it, executing a perfectly timed twirl that leaves Bucky momentarily breathless.
Oh, Lord, he thinks, clutching his glass a little tighter, she’s got moves.
He had rehearsed the ask a hundred times. ‘Excuse me, ma’am, I couldn’t help but notice…‘; too serious. ‘Care to cut a rug, darlin’?’; too flirty. The words always ended up dissolving on his tongue when you were close enough. He is a Brooklyn boy, smooth with the ladies, but with you, he is masterfully tongue-tied.
Suddenly, he is pulled out of his own thoughts by a clumsy fellow in a ill-fitting suit bumping into Bucky, sloshing ginger ale onto his trousers.
“Watch it, pal!” the man grumbles, not even slowing down.
“Hey!” Bucky starts, but before he can argue, the man makes a beeline for your group, attempting to cut in.
Bucky watches as the man takes your hand a little too firmly, yanking you into an awkward embrace for a quick step. You manage a polite smile, but Bucky sees the almost imperceptible tension in your shoulders.
That is it. The mild indignity of the spilled drink is forgotten; Bucky isn’t going to let some ham-fisted goon ruin your dance. Or your night.
He straightens his tie, takes a deep breath that is more of a gulp, and strides onto the dance floor. He reaches the pair, claps the interloper on the shoulder and flashes him his most charming and (slightly) intimidating grin.
“Sorry, pal,” Bucky says, his voice smooth. “This dance is taken.”
The man frowns, ready to argue, until he gets a look at Bucky’s solid build, He grumbles something about ‘busybodies’ and backs off.
That’s when Bucky turns to you, only to find you looking back at him with wide eyes and a faint blush on your cheeks.
“Hi,” he manages, the single syllable suddenly feeling heavy. “Bucky. James Barnes. You… looked like you needed a better partner.”
Bucky extends his hand, the small puddle of nervous sweat on his palm the only sign of the sheer terror building in his bones at the thought of talking to you.
A dazzling smile blooms on your face, instantly easing the tension he feels. You place your hand in his without a second look, with no hesitation.
“Hi,” you say, all soft expression and warm eyes, before offering him your own name. “Thank you for that. You seem to have a little ginger ale… right there.” You lightly touch the spot on his uniform near his hip, and Bucky almost feels like he’s died and gone to heaven. You cannot possibly be this soft and perfect.
In the back, the band starts a new, faster song —a jitterbug.
“Uh, I… know the basics,” Bucky stammers, his mind still reeling from the successful cut-in. He’s always been a good dancer but somehow, he’s convinced he’ll screw it up with you.
You chuckle, a delightful sound. “Basics are fine. You can follow my lead if you want to.”
And you’re off.
You start with a simple rock step, then you pull Bucky into a lively sequence. The rhythm is infectious, and you’re an incredible dancer, anticipating his moves before he even makes them. Bucky matches your rhythm, despite his nerves, his feet flying through spins and intricate steps like he hadn’t just been overthinking this exact moment ten minutes ago. Your hand feels warm in his, and the sight of your genuine joy is about the brightest thing he has ever experienced in his lifetime.
When the music finally slows to a lingering waltz, Bucky guides you to the edge of the floor, both of you slightly breathless.
He leans closer, his voice a soft whisper over the romantic melody.
“Who knew you could dance like that?”, he asks, eyes sparkling with playful admiration.
“I’m sure you did,” you answer back quickly. Bucky raises an eyebrow. “Don’t look so surprised, Sergeant Barnes. I saw you watching me before.”
Bucky looks down at your face, feeling a rush of heat in his own cheeks that has very little do to with the exertion of the dance.
“Was practicing the dance in my head,” he admits with a crooked smile. “Didn’t want to disappoint a dame like you. Had to observe before I could dare ask for a dance.”
You squeeze his hand. “Next time, promise you’ll go straight to asking me?”
“Promise,” Bucky murmurs, already forgetting the long night of awkward standing. He has finally danced with the girl who has owned his attention for months, and now, he finally has her full attention.
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Requesting (if you want) some Bucky ball worship (you got this) 🤭
18+ only. Minors DNI (NSFW content.)
Hiii my beautiful angel, I hope I did this request justice. 😏
Bucky couldn’t get the noise in his head to stop. Having vivid nightmare after vivid nightmare all morning, he decided to slip out of the house before the sun even rose. He needed to go on a run to clear his mind; it was the only thing that helped some days.
When you stretched your legs out in bed, you quickly noticed his side was already cold to the touch. You reached over to the bedside table to send him a text, wondering how long he had been gone. This wasn’t abnormal for him, but you still worried nonetheless.
“Good morning handsome, coming home soon? I’m about to get in the shower.”
It didn’t take long for you to get a response, your phone buzzing in your hand almost instantaneously.
“Morning, my love. Couple minutes away. I’ll join you.”
You hopped out of bed, quickly hanging towels for the two of you while you turned the faucet to start the warm water. You heard the front door slam shut, and Bucky wasted no time coming up behind you, wrapping his arm around your naked body. Both hands cupped your breasts instinctively and you threw your head back letting out a raspy moan while he tweaked your nipples between his fingers.
“Hmm, do you like that?” He rasped, the question obviously rhetorical.
Once you gained enough composure you turned toward him. “Get undressed” you smiled as you playfully slapped his butt before getting inside the walk-in shower. Bucky removed his clothes right there and left them in a pile on the bathroom floor before following you in.
The water pooled at your feet while you took in the sight of your husband, he was flushed from running, his muscles flexed, his hair sweaty and disarray. Your eyes wandered up and down, first to his pecs, then his toned abs, and eventually landing on his balls, admittedly one of your favorite physical features. The water droplets clung to them, making the pit of your stomach grow warm. Bucky followed your gaze knowing what you were looking at, a soft smile escaped him knowing you were still thinking about his hands on your nipples.
You traded him spots, letting him stand under the stream of water, watching the droplets run down his muscles. You swallowed hard, pressing down on the shampoo bottle beside you to start washing his hair.
Bucky smiled as you stood on your tip toes, his hands steadying your hips so you wouldn’t fall. “I can sit down over there, it’s easier” he motioned toward the built-in bench with his metal arm before rinsing his hair out himself.
You nodded following him over before asking what you always did when you knew he had a hard morning. You ran your nails lightly against his scalp as you scrubbed conditioner in, knowing he liked the way your fingers felt in his hair. His eyes closed as he let out a sigh of relief.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“I’m okay, the run helped” he looked up at you as you stood in front of him. His blue eyes were sincere, and he looked relieved to be here with you, so you nodded before he stood and changed positions with you.
“Your turn” he turned to get the shampoo bottle and you sat down on the bench just as he had moments before. Bucky knew you didn’t need to obviously but you liked the view in front of you.
“C’mere” you motioned with one finger as Bucky stood under the stream of water.
“Why?” He smirked, rubbing his free hand up and down teasingly stroking himself in front of you.
“You know why” you smirked, making direct eye contact with him now as you watched him walk toward you.
He stood facing you, trying his hardest to focus on scrubbing your hair like you did to him. Your hands quickly made their way to his dick stroking slowly, the other hand palmed his ballsack in your hands.
Loud moans erupted from your husband, uncontrollable as his head was thrown back, his hand weakly entangled in your hair. His Adams Apple bobbed up and down.
“Doll- mmm so sensitive there” his voice trembled a low raspy chuckle followed.
“You have such a pretty ballsack” you hummed, lightly running your fingernails across the wrinkled skin, ignoring the hitch in his breath before standing up and switching places once more. You lazily rinsed your hair, and Bucky sat down watching as the suds ran down your body before going back to tend to him.
“You’ve always liked it” his face was tinted rosy, the thought always made him shy for some reason.
“I love how sensitive it makes you” You got down on your knees, spreading his toned thighs apart to make room for you. Bucky's hands found your nipples again, lightly twisting them in his fingers before your mouth went to work.
“Won’t last long” he hummed, and you knew it was true but you didn’t mind it.
He leaned his head back, his eyes fluttering as you licked his sensitive skin, you knew to focus on his balls first. Breathy moans and grunts came from him as he gripped the shower wall.
“Use your words” you commanded, knowing he was already ready to come undone as you started to suck on his ballsack softly.
“Fuck, fuck, holy— fuck” was all he could think to say, his brain somewhat short-circuiting. “Feels so fucking good.”
“Need me to focus somewhere else?” You teased looking up at him between fluttering eyelashes, tapping his thigh.
He nodded, biting down hard on his knuckle to stabilize himself, leaving tooth marks against his skin.
You took him into your mouth, his hips bucking against you almost immediately and it didn’t take long for him to release down your throat, you made eye contact with his beautiful blues as you swallowed.
His chest heaved up and down, pupils blown as you straddled him, the water still loud and steamy behind you.
“Feel much better?” You giggled as you mumbled against his skin, kissing his cheek as your naked bodies stuck together, wet and warm.
“I’ll feel better when I get to fuck you” he rasped, and you knew by the look in his eyes that this was going to be a long, eventful weekend.
Okay ik we’re making headway with dad!scott and reader’s relationship NOW, but after Lacey was born and they were strictly friends, did he ever get jealous if the reader went on the rare date with someone? Like would he be the type to internet stalk a person that the reader is maybe talking to?
100 percent YES. And for a long time part of it was Scott just not understanding why reader thought it was easier to have a kid with him and just co-parent but refused to even try going on a date with him. He tells himself he's getting to the bottom of this perplexing case but he's just a little jealous, bless him. Also tells himself he can't be jealous since he is actively seeing other people so what does it matter anyways (not that logic has ever stopped the heart from wanting what it wants)
Hi again!! 💖I want to ask more about your WIP where reader is an assassin and Bucky is the target - where are you getting inspo? Pinterest/playlists/etc?
I'm very excited to read that one:)
hi hi sunny 🤍 thank you so much! i'm so excited to post it!!
so the idea hit me where i was like oooh bucky's the guy, but what if someone wanted him dead instead. honestly i just wanted to write something fun, flirty and kind of passionate?
for actual inspo i think the mood board that i made really helped set the tone for the story because i was probably only like ~500 words into it when i actually made it. which was v ambitious of me to like promote a story i hadn't even written lol
i get all my images (except for the seb ones) from pinterest so it was fun to really sit down to think about the story and what i wanted the vibe to feel like and visualize it in these photos
i'm not a huge listen to music while writing person, though i will draw inspo from songs from time to time. i will say if there's a song that fits the vibe of this fic it's probably lies by mcfly
Hi! Can I request #13 "I'm Bucky Barnes and uh, I'll fight you any day" BUT with a twist. A Bucky centered-fic, but someone other than Bucky says the prompt. HEHE love you!
"I'm Bucky Barnes and uh, I'll fight you any day" x Bucky Barnes.
Love you @sunday-bug! Hope you love this!
“I love you, but you’re just not good at impressions—it’s a fact!” Sam spoke over Bucky, who sat beside him at the bar.
“I am good at impressions! You’re just a hater” you giggle and Bucky who sat beside you smiled, he wasn’t exactly sure what that meant but he could put the pieces together.
“Bucky please tell your girl she’s not good at impressions!” Sam nudged him with his elbow to get him involved in the conversation.
“Oh no! I’m sitting this one out” he smiled, subtly nudging your knee with his as he twisted in his seat.
“So what I’m hearing is you agree with me but you’re too nice to say it?” Sam wiggled his eyebrow, albeit intentionally starting something.
Bucky choked on his shirley temple as you scowled at him.
“That’s what you get! Mind you, I do a perfect Bucky Barnes impression” you shrugged earning a rosy blush from the super soldier. “I’ve had a lot of practice over the years!”
“I’d love to see that actually!” Sam chugged the beer in front of him as you hopped off your bar stool and faced their backs, making them turn to face you properly.
You put on your best scowl, really channeling your inner Bucky Barnes.
“Oh, she’s going method with this” Sam teased and Bucky laughed and shook his head, eyes still locked on you.
You cleared your throat, making your voice as deep as you possibly could. “I'm Bucky Barnes and uh, I'll fight you any day" you held up finger guns and that’s when both Sam and Bucky lost it.
“Finger guns? Really sweetheart?” He snorted, his cheeks going even rosier with slight embarrassment.
“I didn’t have a knife on me!” you defended yourself shyly as he pulled you into him, kissing the top of your head.
“I’m flattered! I give that a ten out of ten” he chuckled and Sam rolled his eyes at the two of you. “And also you should always have a knife on you, we’ve been over this.”
“Bucky! I’m not carrying around the machete you got me! It doesn’t even fit in my purse!”
“I’ll get you a bigger purse then.” He says with a shrug.
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I’m gonna send you a few requests. No pressure to write any of them/all of them!
Could you write something filthy/public sex with Dr. Kemp please thanksssss
The weirder the better 😩
Alexa play Cannibal by Kesha.
Warnings: Obviously suggested cannibalism since it’s Steve Kemp. Blood is slightly mentioned.
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Steve Kemp had just started working with you at your cosmetic surgery office.
He was nice, not abnormally so, but nice enough to peek your curiosity. He spoke to everyone else quite often, but you, he kept a safe distance from, and you started to notice and wonder why.
He was naturally charismatic, and you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t genetically blessed. He had bright blue eyes, a killer smile, and a thick head of hair, which for a guy in his mid-thirties was like finding a unicorn. Something about him had always seemed off to you, but you couldn’t quite place it and he was too hot for you to care.
“Dr. Kemp” your voice came out in a squeak. You stood in the doorway of his operating room.
“Yeah?” The corner of his mouth twitched, he was happy that you were speaking to him, as you rarely did.
“Some of the girls and I are going to lunch and wanted to know if you’d like to join? I know you don’t eat meat so we were going to go to the new vegan restaurant up the road” You tried not to sound overly excited but the way his eyes flickered to you made your heart stop.
“That’s really kind of you” his eyes sparkled against the fluorescent light fixtures above him. You braced yourself for rejection but to your surprise, he agreed to join you and the three other girls in the office.
“I’ll meet you there? I just have to finish cleaning up the room” he smiled and you nodded before leaving him to his own devices.
When Steve showed up at the restaurant he quickly realized you were sitting at a table alone, a confused grin spread across his face as he slid into the booth across from you.
“Where are the other girls?”
“Dr. Kemp, I don’t mean to be brash but why don’t you like me?”
Steve bit back a laugh, nervously chewing on the inside of his cheek. “I like you! Why wouldn’t I like you?”
“You don’t ever talk to me the way you talk to the other girls and I know it’s silly because we’re coworkers but I can’t help but wonder if I said something that offended you? I just wanted to know if it’s something I did and I apologize if I ever made you feel-“
Steve sat back in the booth, arms crossed as you rambled on and on. “I keep my distance because I like you a little too much.”
You blinked, surprised at his statement.
“I like you so much that all I can think about at work is taking you into a spare operating room and-“
A waitress interrupts him, taking your drink order before scurrying away.
“There’s not an operating room here but there’s a family bathroom” You wiggled your eyebrows half teasingly and half-seriously. Before you could follow that up Steve was already up out of his seat and walking toward the back of the restaurant.
He stopped turning to you, “Are you coming? We only have an hour for lunch and I take my time when I eat it.” He hadn’t cared who heard and neither did you.
He didn’t have to specify, you were up and out of your seat following him to the back. The two of you snuck into the bathroom, chaotically throwing your scrubs off and to the side. Steve wasted no time hoisting you up against the wall, your legs dangling on his shoulders as his tongue went in and out of you, curled to taste every last drop.
It wasn’t until you felt a pinch that you jumped slightly and Steve internally cursed himself for not being more careful.
“I’m so sorry! I have sharp canines” he pulled back, a drop of your blood on his lip as his pupils were blown wide. The smell of your metallic blood made his nostrils flutter subtly a low unnoticeable moan escaping him.
“We can stop” he was aggressively panting, his heartbeat quickened.
You assumed the look on his face was out of concern.
“I’m fine, Steve! Don’t worry about it. I’m on the pill and I’m clean if you want to-“
“I think we should go back to my place, where I can better take care of you” his tone was different now, more serious and controlled.
You’d been dying to know what his place looked like, and happily obliged.
Hi Tee!! I’ve been daydreaming about dad!Scott and reader since yesterday when I read all your dad!Scott stuff… seriously one of my fave series I’ve read 🥹
I was listening to Dinner with Friends by Kacey Musgraves on my commute (see: daydreaming about this couple) and wondered if the reader is going to have an “oh, shit I love love this man” moment as more than the father of her children.
In the song, Kacey is listing things she loves/is thankful for like dinner with friends, fireflies in June, seeing a sunrise, and then she starts going on about the shape of his eyes, my shoes by his door, the smell of his clothes, etc etc.
If the reader ever has this moment, do you foresee writing it as her internal monologue or something she’s going to blurt out to Scott?
Thanks if you answer this and thanks if you don’t - I just adore this little bubble you’ve created for us to live in with them! 💗
Hiiiiii thank you so much for your support and I’m actually so endeared by you describing it as a bubble I’ve created because that’s often how it feels when I’m writing for dad!scott!! Also Kacey Musgraves… my queen 🙂↕️
Honestly I’ve got both Scott and reader’s confessions planned out and for reader her aha! Moment is definitely more of an internal monologue (a rocky one at that) but in true reader fashion she sits on it until it becomes something she does blurt out!! But yes she does have this moment and it comes with a lot of additional stress (because obviously she realises the exact insanity of her avoidance) but I can’t wait to write that and put it out into the world heheh thank you so much for your question and thank you for reading and all your lovely reblogs!!! I really appreciate you!
