Dilf!husband!steve Kemp

dilf!husband!steve kemp

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# the duality of bucky barnes ✨

fuckboy!college!bucky

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You have officially turned me into a Lumby loving fiend. You know the 3 photos of Seb that you reblogged and said they were your favorites, tell me why my first thought was imagining you + Bucky at home, you’re sitting at the kitchen counter doing some random activity like reading a book. and you turn and notice Bucky standing on the other side staring at you like he’s looking in the last photo. and you’re like ‘do you need something?’ and he shakes his head and smiles and says some cheesy shit like ‘only need you bun’ and now i’m going to go sob because that won’t happen to me and i hate it.

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beefy lumberjack!bucky x f!reader (beefy lumby and bunny au)

warnings: SOFT!! yes this is not a fic bc it is a garbage mess of thoughts and yes the wc is 2k+. i'm so glad you guys love my lumby baby as much as i do. he came to me in a dream and now i can't stop writing about him. but don't worry sweet nonnie... I am just as alone and far away from having my own lumby as I can get :(

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

lumby has zero flaws– there is not one ounce of that man that wasn't painted from the finest of divine strokes. but your sweet boy– has a staring issue. a major problem, really. because the moment his eyes land on you, all sight of tasks he was meant to be doing spoil vibrant with vision of only you.

but there are exceptions to this issue of his; where his inability to see or think of anything but you and the beauty housed in each blink of your eye and flutter of that sweet giggle proved to be his saving grace– like today.

bucky had just gotten home from running to the store after an egregiously tiring shift; a few men from the lumberyard ran the office dry of all the coffee pot filters, leaving plenty of coffee grounds but no filter to sift them through. to add to the frustration of having no caffeine, the first two hard swings of his favorite ax shattered the blade. 

but even that wasn’t the worst of it– what really sealed his fate this morning was the alarm that failed to sound off. bucky never sleeps late, let alone needs an alarm, but today was an exception. running late this morning, by proxy, meant you were also behind. 

bucky wasn't afforded his sacred morning ritual of being revived from the sweet tickle of your yawning lips– from the stretching of limbs and teasing fingers scratching along his back and scalp as he nuzzled deeper against the span of your warm chest, basking contently in the song of your heartbeat. 

that also meant his routine mug of coffee from you– the one with a splash of cinnamon and the vision of your sleepy eyes, plump and sleep-wrinkled skin, slightly chapped lips with the warmth of a smile that greeted him in gentle yawns and soft whispers of "morning baby, i love you" as a kiss was pressed to his chin– was but a dream of the past. 

a morning where he didn’t get to stare at his bunny was not worthy of being deemed a morning at all.

so to say bucky had a rough day was an understatement.

the loud thud of his worn old truck's engine was still knocking as bucky rushed inside of the cabin. his mind ran rampant with thoughts of finally having a meal, a cup of coffee, and a warm shower; small promises of some form of relief from his day. shedding his clothes and hopping in the shower, he let his mind go soft; thinking only of watching you walk through the front door after your shift.

the way your strained eyes would awaken, gleaming with delight the second you saw him; the way your hands reached for him before your feet could carry you to him; the soft whine that left your throat as you molded your lips with his. 

he sighed, a gentle wave of peace finally washing over him in steady droplets and thoughts of you. 

in his own chaos, he completely forgot you had off today. how was he to remember you'd be home, waiting for him? he whizzed through the front door of the cabin so fast, you had no second to offer even a faint breath of your presence.

swaddled in a heavy duvet, you sat perched at the kitchen island, a book in one hand and a plum in the other. after not getting to greet bucky this morning, you were looking forward to being the first thing he saw when he got home.

but it didn't seem to matter all that much when he reeked of such frustration, his shoulders visibly stiff and the crease in between his brows cartoonishly bold. even in the brief second you saw him, it was apparent. your attention returned to your book upon hearing the shower head jump to life, knowing bucky needed a moment to collect himself and clean all trace of his sour day from him. besides, you were just getting to the good part of your novel.

you smile to yourself thinking of how bucky had once told you how lucky he was to get to watch you when you read. you’d get so invested, a face of unwavering concentration and adorable reactions dancing across your features without even realizing. he loved that about you, how you always seemed to tune out the outside world, only focusing on the characters and situations held in the palm of your hands. 

of course you didn’t hear the sound of bucky shutting off the shower and drying himself, or the ever so silent thud of his footsteps scurrying in the hall.

his voice mumbled out your name as he opened the bathroom door, realizing all the lights to his house have been on. running to your shared bedroom in hopes to find you wrapped in the mess of blankets just as he left you this morning, much to his disdain, he was met with silence and a neatly made bed– his least favorite sight when all he wanted to do was bury you with tender kisses into the large mattress. 

rounding the corner to the kitchen, his breath caught high in his throat. all the tension of his previously knotted face lifted–  that dark crease between his brows now a soft divot begging for your sweet kisses; his clenched jaw now loose in a rounded sigh falling from his lips. 

the cozy cocoon you had burrowed yourself in was the damn cutest sight he’d ever seen, but the disheveled work of art tauntingly tantalizing him inside of it wrapped itself wholly around his heart– around all of his senses, all of his nerves and up to the base of his tongue. such ease and giddy warmth rendering him speechless– captive to your presence, to your priceless radiance. his bunny. 

he’d never get tired of this. he could never grow tired of this– of staring at you in moments you never intended for anyone to see you in. in those moments where you sat there biting at a piece of fruit as soft tendrils of air filled your lungs– where nothing could ever appear more divine than watching you live in your quiet little world you decided to let him be a part of. 

the sight of you suddenly fixed all his problems, all of his frustrations. the grumble of his tummy and headache from lack of caffeine are but distant feelings– the tangible vision of you causes his breathing to stutter and his heart to thump like he was a damn teenager all over again.

he leans against the doorframe with a bevel in his leg, grounding himself so not to fall as his arm raises to catch his face against his hand. 

you let out a faint gasp as a sentence startles you, your eyes glistening with shock as you lean closer towards the words on your page. your eyes slowly relax when the main character gets back on his feet, a hum of relief washing over your features as a soft smile paints your lips. taking after the expertise of the sight in front of him, he leaned into it.

he let himself breathe for the first time that day. 

and you felt it. “mmm, bucky. you’re staring baby," you call without looking up from your book.

a soft huff of air leaves his nostrils and he lowers his head, flustered, even though you don't see it. he hums lowly.

"can practically feel my skin turning blue,” your smirk chides. he shuffles his weight on his feet as he leans himself firmer against the wall, arms tightening and twitching around the middle of his torso– not out of embarrassment. out of the flustered urge to control himself– his true desire, to lunge for you while wrapping you fervently in his embrace, feeling your warmth and melting at the fire of your touch– taking you out of the only bit of beauty he knew of today. 

he knew it was selfish to indulge in his desires, but it was just as selfish not to.

your bucky was greedy. he'd watch you until there was nothing left for him to do but pull you close and cling to every fiber of your being in hopes you'd let him stare, just a little longer.

his temple rested promptly against the door frame, his fingers tapping anxiously at his sides as a means to distract himself from the loud roar of his heart thumping throughout every vein and pulse of his body. you shuffle a bit on your stool when he stays voiceless, setting your book against the counter and sitting up straight. a hint of amusement shimmers along your features, a brow raised in expectancy of a smart retort from your man.

but all thoughts of playful teasing leave your mind when you look up and see his stare– the one that turns you to goo from the inside out, the one that sends such sparks of eagerly anxious heat coursing through your veins– that adoring and pointed stare knocking all the nerves and atoms that make up your body giddy with the excitement of being seen. “do you need something?” your voice barely squeaks out, the heat of his gaze too powerful for your banter. 

he softly nods his head, eyes swimming with vehement joy and relief for the first time all day. "just need you bun,” his low voice murmurs, so soft you almost wouldn’t have heard it unless accompanied by the sweet blush spreading across his cheeks. “but ya know...a kiss would be nice,” he pouts, “haven’t gotten a kiss all day. think I might die without one, bun. fix it? please bunny, need you to fix it.”

you break out into a fit of giggles as he drags his feet towards you with his adorable pout and those wide pleading eyes, his hands pushed out in front of him making grabby motions at you. raising your eyebrows at his display, you shut your eyes and sink yourself further into the large blanket surrounding you. “i don’t know lumby... i’m pretty comfy right now. wouldn’t want to–AH” you yelp, your voice getting cut off from the force of bucky throwing you over his shoulder.

he runs towards the couch as you squeal, the room starting to spin as he twirls you round and round before plopping himself down with you cradled in his arms. in his theatrics, the blanket managed to twirl itself tighter around you, blocking your face from view. that just won’t do.

you laugh yourself tired as the blanket moves around you, both sets of his and your hands struggling to get your face free. you giggle even harder through your struggle to breathe as he huffs and grunts under his breath at such an unnecessary frustration. your head finally pops through an opening and your lock eyes with a flustered and slightly annoyed bucky. “there’s my bunny,” he groans against your cheek, wasting no more time in grasping your face between his palms and pressing kisses all over you.

“i’m gonna take as many kisses as I want now. s’all your fault bun. not gonna accept an apology either,” his low voice rasps out between his attack.

trapping you firmly between his large arms and the thick fabric, he sighs and groans happily as he continues to "take" kisses. your lips bounce off of his every other kiss as he jumps around the curves of your face, keeping you immobile to his sweet torment. once your giggles and squeals turned a bit too breathless for his liking, he peppers his lips gingerly against your forehead, running his hands up and down your back to coax your breathing even. 

his large palms move up to your neck, one hand cradling your jaw and smoothly thumbing over your cheek. his eyes seem to grow more vibrant– more honest– silently flitting across your face as they take in every line, wrinkle, and mark that always cause his blood to rush and his heart to race.

“do you need something?” you repeat from earlier, only this time, a whisper, unworthy of the way his eyes reverently caress your face. even under a heavy blanket, his gaze leaves you feeling exposed and all too warm from just the simple sheen of his stare. your fingers itch to feel him, combing softly through his hair and down the sides of his face as he continues to stare in disbelief at the treasure housed prettily under his palms.

“only need you, bun. just need my sweet girl.” 

a gentle smirk tugged at his lips as your fingers trace over the stubble and scruff littered along his jaw. turning his head towards your palm, his lips meet each of your fingers with a purr of his lips. 

rough palms danced along the fabric encompassing you, working their way inside the folds of the very thing he wished was him, snug and woven around you. tugging the fabric loose his voice drops proudly, low and steady in a growl that always manages to change the temperature of any room, “now, you gonna let me under this? i need my bunny and i need those thighs."

okay fine i'm thinking about how bucky has this rule... if you reach for him mindlessly or rest your hand on him without realizing, he HAS to kiss you. but bucky also has this cute little game that he likes to play shamelessly (and he's the only one who knows about it or the rules for it because he made it up and didn't tell you about it) no matter where you two are– whether you're cuddling in bed or in a long line at the food store– if you reach for him to pull him close to you and his hands land somewhere on you, that's where he has to kiss you. no excuses. everyone has to stop what they're doing immediately so he can do his thing or he'll make it everyone's problem

ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH THIS.

ARE YOU KIDDING ME.

No but like 🥺🥺🥺 Think of all the wrist kisses you get when you hand him your phone to show him a funny photo or tiktok, or the shoulder ones when his hands rest there after helping you into your jacket.

….and then of course we get the more dramatic instances when you’re out to eat with friends and someone tells a hilarious story that causes you to wrap your arms around Bucky’s and he leans into you until his hand rests on your inner thigh 😌😌😌 He must kiss Mir HE MUST THOSE ARE THE RULES