the vibes are rancid

📁a/n; this is for my fave girl @barnes-babydoll , anyways bai!

beefy!bucky who can simply pick you up like you weigh nothing— he slings you over his shoulder and slaps your ass, letting out a low hum.

beefy!bucky who refuses to let you carry anything, he says, “a pretty little thing like you shouldn’t do a man’s job, hand it over doll.” :p

beefy!bucky who lets you rest against his biceps when you’re feeling a little sleepy— and when you have eventually fallen asleep he’ll pull you into his arms.

beefy!bucky who doesn’t like when other men talk to you, when you’re out a restaurant and the waiter looks at you a little too long— he grips your thigh like a vice then apologises when he realises he’s hurt you.

beefy!bucky who fucks you raw and deep, not caring if you can’t take any more. you begged for his cock, so take it.. and be quiet.

beefy!bucky who is basically a big friendly giant— to most people (you and steve.. maybe sam.) he can smile and laugh with the three of you, but if it’s anybody else, he’ll sit with a glare and grunt every now and then.

beefy!bucky who loves it when you admire his back muscles when you’re laying in bed together— you lay there tracing shapes and letters on his spine not paying attention to anything else but him.

beefy!bucky who lets you climb him like a tree, he’ll just look down at you with a brow raised, letting out a small huff— no questions asked.

beefy!bucky who needs to be touching you whenever you’re together somewhere, wether you’re in a restaurant or a cafe, he’ll grip your thigh under the table— if you’re shopping he’ll hold your hand until you’re both back home.

beefy!bucky who lets you sit on his lap whilst he writes in his diary, he’ll pat your back every so often— reassuring you that you’re safe.

beefy!bucky who is somewhat awkward at times, but he can’t help it— he’s old.. and you’re just you.. he can hardly control himself when he’s around you.

beefy!bucky who constantly wears his red henley because he knows you’re obsessed with it.

the rules are simple.

sit down with uncle so-and-so

he says something about gay people in passing

my mom says “there’s a gay person at this table right now. guess which of my kids it is!

he looks frantically between the three of us trying to figure out if she’s joking or not and trying desperately not to offend anyone but also she won’t continue with the conversation unless he makes a guess so he has to make a guess

What do you want me to do with a hammer?

I never did like that fireplace.