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i would DO LITERALLY ANYTHING TO DATE LUMBERJACK BUCKY LIKE-

HE IS AN ACTUAL ANGEL GIVE IT TO ME!

also love all your work💖💖💖💖

omg you and me BOTH Lumby is my dream man🥺🥺no one has ever been obsessed with me or as loving and needy as he is so of course i write him as such lmaooo 😌i deserve him and so do youu

can you imagine coming home to his cabin after an awful day and he surprises you with a cute blanket and pillow fort in the living room?? a bunch of your favorite candles scattered about– in safe places, can't have the cabin burning down– all your favorite snacks and books, low jazz music leaving the speakers of his phone, lotions and oils neatly stacked near the couch for some well needed massages, fluffy socks and a pair of his sweats and a flannel waiting for you.

so after you cry to him on the phone after a rough day, he greets your stunned expression in the doorway with his gigantic embrace, lips gently brushing against yours as he whispers to let him make it all better– "lemme take care of my bunny tonight". he gets you changed into the clothing laid out for you, feeds you some fruits and makes you drink some water while waiting for the tea to heat. Bucky lets you get comfy under the blankets, shyly shifting his weight on the balls of his feet, waiting for your hands to reach for him to offer him snuggles with you (HE'S THE MOST PRECIOUS LITTLE BABY AND STILL GETS SHY AND NERVOUS TO CUDDLE WITH YOU SOMETIMES, OKAY!!)– he moves behind you swiftly with ease, placing your back against his chest while you burrow further into his lap under the covers. his low and soothing voice begins reading his favorite book into the lull of the room, his nose tracing the spot behind your ear getting lost inside the familiar smell of your hair and the warmth of your body. he can't help himself but get distracted, leaving kisses along your spine and neck every so often causing to you squirm and giggle

"Bucky... you've been on this page for 15 minutes," you softly chide, his eyes and lips having long left the pages of the book he held on your lap, opting for the beckoning expanse of your neck and exposed shoulder

a soft chuckle brushes quietly past the skin of your neck, goosebumps erupting along the skin. "s'not my fault you're so distracting bunny– too damn perfect. how 'bout you read to me now... don't mind me bun, just gotta feel you a little, that's all pretty girl. lemme love you, 'kay bun? jus' lemme love my little bunny..."

BUCKY BARNES + fighting in Henley shirt

mir i am going absolutely insane over lumby bucky. i keep thinking about what it would be like to run your hands through his hair, kiss his forehead, and whisper a soft "i love you" and see him smile softly when he wraps his huge arms around you and squeezes you, even lifts you off the ground and spins you in a little circle to make you laugh 🥺

so funny that you sent this in because i'm currently almost done with a fic that is about playing with his hair and riling up a very needy lumby 😌

𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢

lumby is the most needy and protective boyfriend ever. his hands are always on you; whether stroking gently along your forearms or sitting comfortably on the exposed skin of your ankles while hanging out on a friend's couch; he likes to be near and touching you. he loves holding you in his lap, smoothing his hands over your arms and the pudge of your hips as you both snuggle under a big fluffy blanket and you tell him all about your day. lumby's considerate, attentive, passionate, and wildly dramatic in all of his affections to make sure you always feel him and his love. there is truly nothing that tank of a man would not do for his little bunny.

but his real favorite way to cuddle is laying right on top of you– his ginormous body snuggled in your arms flush against your chest, his face nestled in the bend of your neck. he absolutely adores the way you try and wrap your entire frame around his 6'4 brick-wall of a body. he craves the way you tease circles up and down his spine; the way your nose nudges his temple after you ask him a question and in his blissed-out stupor, he forgets to respond; the way you roam every inch of his broad back with your gentle fingertips before making your way up his neck and into his soft chestnut locks. he craves it.

he loves how much bigger he is than you, loves that this is one moment of his life where he can feel worry-free and protected by someone. you treat him with a gentle tenderness he never knew was his to have– and there's nothing in the world that could ever make him want to change that. especially not when you hum so sweetly into his hairline, your lips brushing softly against the crown of his head as your hands in his hair lull him drowsy. especially not when you pepper the most gentle kisses against his forehead, your soft lips easing all remaining tension and worry from him. especially not when you wrap your arms tighter around his shoulders, fingers scratching softly at his tense scalp, pressing your lips right above his eyebrow and your sweet voice whispers "I love you, baby"

his heart flutters giddily and his cheeks flush crimson, his arms wrapping themselves tighter around your middle as he hides his face in the hollow of your neck. you feel his boyish grin and lively chuckle before you hear it– pressed so sweetly against you– joy and love leaving your lumby's lips as he can't help himself but playfully bite the skin of your neck until you're as lightheaded and giggly as he is.

he cradles you in his arms and jumps from the couch, holding you close and twirling you around all the rooms of his cabin until you're both spinning, breathless, and squealing. 

feeling dizzy, you wordlessly pat against his chest and motion for the couch. his forearm cushions your head as he places you down, making sure you find your comfy spot against the cushions before the urge to squash you with his full body weight again grows too great. once some air has returned to your lungs, he climbs over you, swiftly caging you against the couch with nothing but love and that charming boyish gleam in his eye.

you wrap your arms around his back, pulling him up towards your neck– just where he likes to rest. his hand cups your face, thumb tracing over your cupid's bow and down to your jaw before kissing your lips. he gives in to the pressure of your hold, his body laying down and seeking out its favorite comfort in the safety of your arms. as your hands start to dance along his neck and scalp he presses a kiss to your pulse, nuzzling his nose against the space behind your ear. "i love you more than anything, bunny," he whispers.

you make him giddy and dazed and so enlivened– and he wouldn't change it for the world.

mobboss!husband!bucky would definitely have a polaroid pic of you in his wallet

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The look Lumby gives anyone who disrespects his Bunny....

can i be self indulgent and dream that this is what he looked like yesterday when he came to surprise me at work with my favorite soup and was met with a crying mir because of all those men who were being awful to me 😌😌

if bunny ever was disrespected, in any capacity– whether it was from someone barking at her for unintentionally making a mistake or just not holding a door for her as she went to exit a building– bucky saw red.

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