Dating Bucky Barnes Day Vs Night

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bang me like those drums

pov: your best friend's older brother is in a band (bestfriendsbrother!drummer!bucky)

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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..."

just had to share my lumby thoughts 🥰 i would sell my soul to spend a day with our favorite beefy man ☺️

also i was watching some random youtube video and the guy was chopping his own firewood and so i of course thought of bucky teaching you how to do it because you keep asking, and at first he’s like ‘i’ll be here to do it for you bunny, you don’t need to know how’ but you’re curious so he eventually caves. but he’s secretly terrified of you hurting yourself even though he’s right there 😂 (i’m also 5’1” and probably look like a child holding an ax so that made me giggle 😂) and then he gives you like the smallest piece of wood and when you manage to chop it in half you’re so excited and he just looks at you like 😍 wow that’s my baby

Lumby

i'm imagining this more towards the beginnings of their relationship. so this is before bunny's turned bucky into the confident, needy, cocky, loving, giant of a menace he truly is. I put the fics/drabbles for them in the order i imagine this series on the masterlist, but they can all be read as stand alones 

no because watching you throw on one of his big jackets and a pair of his gloves already has him melting– but the sight of you looking up at him with those eyes he can hardly handle any other day, pleading with a pout and that sweet voice for him to show you how to chop a log "like my lumby does"– truly causes him to short-circuit

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

he looks at you with awe, his bright blues now giant– a soft and familiar red beginning its bloom across his plump cheeks, the corners of his mouth parting into a wide gape. he breathes in through his nose shakily, his mouth opening and closing in hopes to inhale all the air he could possibly get into his lungs to prevent himself from falling over. he's so enthralled by everything about you– your intelligence, your kind heart, your beauty and the stunning physique that houses it– but the thought of watching you use any of his tools sends tingles all throughout him– knowing you want to use his tools and do things simply because he does them is too much for even his own fantasy. the burning need to see you hold his ax or use one of his knives sends blood rushing through him at an embarrassingly fast rate– not that he'd ever feel embarrassed by the way you turn him on.

after he somewhat processed the question you so saccharinely asked– he's stunned. from the effortless way you manage to always get him flustered or fluttering his eyes in response to your addicting perfumed sway and sweet honeyed voice, yes– but stunned with the knowledge you want to be involved in the work he does, involved in something so personal that bucky has known his whole life.

so no, he doesn't really realize what you've just asked– who could blame the man? with the way your voice praises his work and preens to be involved in an even more intimate part of his life, he wasn’t going to say no. he hardly thought of how much bigger he is than you, just how much weight and years of experience was needed to split the gigantic stump he was set to work on next– he only thought of how you asked something of your bucky and he just had to say yes to you. 

so with a hard swallow and a short nod of his head he moves to grab his ax, barely taking his eyes away from your excited gaze. in his heavenly stupor, he forgets just how heavy his ax will feel in your hands, just how big the gigantic stump he currently has laid out for his own 6'4 275-pound muscled form is, just how much damage you can do to your precious body if you didn't have the knowledge and proper sized piece of wood in front of you– what is he thinking? bunny'll hurt herself, his internal monologue immediately worries.

he quickly scrambles in search of a small piece of wood he's already cut– anything that isn't something that could possibly injure his little bunny– and in turn, much to his own fortune and ease of mind, finds a pathetic twig far away from any of the logs he cut himself. tossing it down onto the large stump, he motions for you to step towards the piece of wood that looked like he could've used it as a toothpick if he needed to.

giggling up at his obviously nerve-ridden and anxious frame, you place a hand on his chest hoping to ground him for a moment, his heart beating erratically and hard beneath it. pressing a kiss to the muscle of his chest and then to the corner of his mouth, you rub soft circles into the tension of his shoulders.

smirking you tease, "a branch, bucky? really? I think I can handle a little more than a branch... I take you daily, don't I?" your playful and heavenly giggle calms him, causing a now bright red bucky to nod and look down at your shoe nudging teasingly into his calf. “i’m not that fragile.”

"i know, i know. just don't want you to get hurt bun, you know i'd never forgive myself...." he whispers, tugging your hand in his and dropping a kiss to your knuckle.

"I can handle something a bit more than a twig, buck. besides, i know this really big, strong, sexy man who I was hoping could help me do it. you know... help guide my arms a bit until he's certain I could do it on my own..." you sing, your eyes wide and hopeful looking up at him.

"you keep lookin' at me like that, don't think you'll ever be doing a damn thing on your own, bunny..." he groans, his hands clinging to your waist and bringing you close to him. your hands tug themselves inside the pockets of his heavy flannel, bringing his thick chest flush to you.

you smile brightly, your beautiful glow and joyous twinkle of your eye taking his breath away for a moment. he brushes his thumb across your jaw, tracing over your lip and sweeping over your cheekbone. cupping your face he moves in slowly, brushing his plump lips over yours until you both have the other wrapped in the tightest embrace. soft moans and gasps of air permeate the air around you as you melt at the other's desperate exploration. 

gentle, reverent, awed, loving.

a low moan sings from the back of his throat and you break away from his lips, trying to catch your breath through lidded eyes and a gaping mouth. "wouldn't want it any other way, lumby. now, teach me how to split a log so you can take me inside and show me how proud you are of me."

Lumby. He liked the sound of that.

1. Hair

2. Shoulders

3. Strut