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— flufftober (day 7) —
Warnings: fluff
Prompt: “Oh no, you’re a Morning Person!” (alt3)
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader from Surprises
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The sun barely kissed the horizon when he rolled out of your bed, ready to sneak away from your room and into his own before anyone else in the Compound woke up. The stars still twinkled overhead as much as they could with the harsh lights that Tony had installed.
Your relationship with him was a surprise. A damn good one, but a surprise nonetheless. It started with a subtle change in his attitude towards you, a flirtatious remark here and there. His flirty personality only seemed to spur you on, joining in with the flirting. At first it was an innocent game with the two of you remaining good friends while having some friends.
Somewhere between the lines, you both started seeking the other one out from the crowd. Snuggling on the couch and during movie nights became a regular occurrence. Soon, after a mission that had almost resulted in one person not returning home, you both had confessed. The feelings poured out and then things escalated and then Steve found himself sneaking around the teammates he had started calling family.
The colours on the horizon had only yet started changing to a light purple and pink when Steve made it back into his room. He rushed when he looked at the time, knowing Bucky would be ready to drag him out to some sparring and jogging. The jog would consist of him and Bucky doing some laps around while passing Sam to annoy him.
Steve had only made it out of the bathroom when Bucky barged in.
“Where did you sleep?” Bucky asked, giving him a stoic expression. Steve blanched.
“What do you—” Steve have a little laugh— “I was here. I slept in my bed.”
You two weren’t supposed to tell the team that you were together. It’s been a year, but you were trying to get out of the fighting field. You argued that it was time for you to leave and live a life that didn’t include having to watch your back every step of the way. Steve agreed, knowing you had been doing this since you turned eighteen, and helped you with whatever you needed.
Fury had been alerted, of course, but he had also advised you to keep this under wraps. He had to clear your name from the databases as was procedure with this type of thing. All of your contacts with undercover agents had to be cut and your name in any mission had to be altered. While he did that, you applied to a few universities in hopes to continue your studies and obtain a teacher’s license.
“Come off of it, Steve,” Bucky said, cocking his head and hiding his hands in his pockets. “I saw you.”
Steve’s blood ran cold.
“Fucking shit!” Bucky backed away from the door when it creaked open and you waddled in, almost devoured by the blanket around your shoulder. You squinted your eyes at him and then narrowed the further at Steve. Then they went wide.
“Oh no, you’re a Morning Person!” You whined. Then you started muttering under your breath. “…can’t believe… how am I supposed to like you…”
You started to walk towards Steve’s bed, ignoring the look Bucky gave you and Steve. Steve, though, caught it and went to target the brunette, noticing that he was surprised to see you. If he knew, he shouldn’t have been surprised.
“You said you saw me,” Steve muttered, pointing at Bucky. You merely fell into his bed and snuggled up against his pillows, falling asleep almost instantly.
Bucky shrugged and said, “It was untouched bed that gave it away. I just guessed—” Bucky dodged the pillow that launched towards him and glared at Steve. “Seriously?”
“Don’t tell anyone yet.” Steve gazed at your sleeping figure. Bucky softened and nodded.
“Alright, punk,” he started, smirking, “but not without a price.”
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supercap2319 · 1 year
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Meet the Parents
Sky x Male Reader
A/N: The reader finally meets Sky’s parents, who are quite famously known.
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“Blue Eyes, I changed my mind. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all,” Y/N said as they drove closer and closer to their intended destination.
Sky took his eyes off the road for a second to glance at his nervous boyfriend. He was fidgeting with his fingers as snowflakes began to dance around him. It only happened when Y/N was upset or stressed. Tonight, he was stressed. Sky was taking his boyfriend, Y/N Peters, to meet his parents: Steve Grant Barnes and James Buchanan Barnes. Aka Captain America and the Winter Soldier. “What? Oh, come on, Baby Boy. Tonight's going to go fine. My dads will love you.”
“You mean when they find out that their son is in love with a freak who has wings coming out of his back and is basically a real-life Elsa? Yeah, I'm sure they'll be thrilled,” Y/N sarcastically said.
“You're being dramatic. My parents are just like everyone else. They have jobs. They make dinner. They do TikTok videos.”
“Right. Because everyone has parents who are literal superheroes. Your dads are Captain America and the Winter Soldier,” Y/N said.
“Former Captain America and Winter Soldier,” Sky corrected. “Besides, they know you're a good guy. I practically brag to them about what a Saint you are.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Sky smiled. “More importantly, my brother, James, likes you, and he doesn't like anyone but himself.”
“Yeah, after he threatened me with a gun or a knife shoved up where the sun doesn't shine if I ever hurt you in any way.”
Sky growled. “When we're alone later on. I'm punching him in the dick.”
“Don't do that. As funny as that would be. Don't do it on my account,” Y/N said.
“See. You are a good boy.”
“Yeah, you tell me that all the time when we're alone,” Y/N blushed as Sky smirked at the mention of their bedroom experience.
Eventually, Sky pulled into the driveway of his home as Y/N glanced at the twinkling lights inside of the house to the apple pie his mom had baked for Y/N to take over tonight in his hands.
“Are you sure they like apple pie? Is it too basic? Maybe we should head to the store and get something else?” Y/N rapidly fired his questions.
Sky put his hands over Y/N’s in order to calm his boyfriend down. “It's fine, Y/N. It's actually their favorite kind of pie.” Sky brought Y/N’s hands to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss as Y/N blushed. Sky opens the door to the driver's side and comes around and opens the door for Y/N, like a gentleman.
Sky guides Y/N towards the door of the house as it opens up and Y/N freezes in place. At first, he thinks it was Sky’s parents, and he prepares to be turned away immediately, but it wasn't. It was Sky’s younger brother, James. James had dark brown hair and had blue eyes like Sky, but his were more of a cold stormy blue. Sky’s we're like a calm, clear ocean wave.
“Dad sent me to come to check on you,” James said. He looked at Y/N and smirked.
“H-H-How are you, James?” Y/N squeaked.
“Better than you're gonna be in a few minutes,” James teases. “My Pops is sharpening his knives as we speak, and my dad has his shield ready.”
“That's it, I'm leaving!” Y/N turns around and tries to bolt, but Sky grabs the back of his shirt. “Oh, no, you don't.”
Sky turns and glares at his baby brother. “Stop it, James. Otherwise, I'll post your diary online.”
James looks pale. “You wouldn't dare.”
“Try me.”
“Fine. You win.” James turns on his heel and walks back into the house.
Sky turns to his shorter boyfriend. “Are you ready for this?”
“No,” Y/N sighed.
“Maybe this will make you feel better?” Sky wraps a strong arm around Y/N’s waist and pulls him closer until their chests are touching. Sky leans down and places a kiss on Y/N’s lips as the younger boy blushes as Sky kisses him silly.
They probably would have stayed like that if not for someone clearing their throat. Sky and Y/N quickly broke apart as they looked up the stairs at an older-looking version of James. It was Sky’s dad, James Barnes Sr. His metal and regular arms were crossed over his broad chest. He wore a black buttoned-up shirt.
“Hey, Pops,” Sky greeted awkwardly.
“Sky. Your dad says dinner is ready,” James Sr. says as he looks at Y/N. “You must be Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you, sir. My name is Y/N Peters.”
Sky giggled at that. “Sir? Since when are you all proper and polite?” Y/N glared at Sky. “Believe it or not, Blues eyes, but I do have my moments.”
Sky’s dad smiled. “You may call me Bucky if you like, young man.”
“Thank you, Mr. Bucky Barnes sir.”
Bucky smiled. “Just Bucky. That ‘sir and Mr.’ stuff makes me feel even older than I already am.”
Sky and Y/N walk up the stairs as they enter the house. Y/N tries to keep his powers in check as he feels them rush to the surface. Stay calm. Breathe in. Breathe out. Sky grabbed Y/N’s hand and led him to the kitchen, where they saw a man with blonde hair dressed in a patriotic apron over a blue button-up shirt.
“Dad? This is Y/N. Y/N, this is my dad, Steve.” The blonde haired blue eyed male turned to his son and his boyfriend, a gentle smile on his face. “Nice to finally meet you, Y/N. Sky has told us all about you.”
“It’s nice to meet you too, Mr. Barnes. You have a lovely home.”
Steve smiled. His blue eyes were shining with amusement. “Thank you, Y/N. You’re quite the gentleman.” Y/N blushed at that. Captain America–no–the former Captain America just gave him a compliment.
“Is it almost ready?” Sky asked.
Steve nodded his head. “Almost. Why don’t you guys go sit down and tell your father and James to come sit down as well?”
“Sure, Dad.” Sky grabbed Y/N’s hand as he gently led the younger boy away from the kitchen and into the dining room.
Steve watched them leave with a smile on his face. Looks like his eldest has found himself a keeper.
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neonovember · 1 year
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Careful
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Mafia!au x Steve Rogers
CHAPTERS: 1 2 3 4 5 6
summary: your escape to Brooklyn was harboured by secrets and a harrowed past, left abused and betrayed, you accepted your destiny of being swallowed by the crowd. Until the King of New York showed up in front of you and wanted a piece of you for himself.
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The sound of chirping birds sifts through the linen curtains draped over the balcony doors, and the gentle breeze of the early morning cause goose bumps to arise across your body strewn about the disturbingly large bed.
Through the haze of half-sleep, you peek one eye open, catching the enormous ceiling-high windows overlooking a meticulously manicured lawn, with tinted cars parked on the cobblestone driveway and everything's all wrong and this isn't your house.
Your heart drops to the depths of your stomach, and everything slows like a picture, you squeeze your eyes shut to will yourself back into the slumber you had just felt before but all you are met with is a nauseous burn crawling up your throat.
You can't think twice before you shoot up from the bed, miraculously finding the bathroom just in time before pouring the entirety of your stomach into the porcelain toilet. You weren't one to get sick, no matter how much you had used that excuse at work, and the putrid stench of day-old liquor rang familiar in your mind as you continued to dry heave.
You don’t waste time before reaching for the flush, watching the disgusting weakness of your strength wash away into the underground sewers, you can't bare to look at yourself and you wish you could wash away the embarrassment just as easily.
Your preoccupation with yourself has momentarily distracted you from the alarming reality of the foreign room you had awakened in, and you suddenly feel that fear blooming within you for the first time in weeks. You hadn't really noticed, but you were less scared of well, everything when Steve had inserted himself into your life, and now you wished you could go back.
Your ears perked up for any sign of movement outside your door but it was desolate, you reached for a candle stick perched on the basin before opening the bathroom door. Eyes surveying the expansive room, you can't help but expect your husband to barge in, laughing down at you as you were captured within his palm yet again.
The prospect wasn't entirely outlandish, you know your husband owned several properties he kept in secrecy, and you hadn't had the stomach to find out what he had them for. Yet something was gnawing at the edges of your mind to step forward, like an unconscious shadow within you, guiding your body towards the door and stepping into the room you had run from. The fear was there, as it always was, but you weren't holding your breath, your body didn't chill from the air of evil that always seemed to emit near your husband.
Your eyes survey the expansive bed situated in the middle of some sort of guest room, even despite your hasty escape, the room looked impeccable, wainscotting outlining the ceiling-high walls, with the shine of sunlight pouring in from the balcony windows like honey.
The marble floors reminded you of your own bedroom you had occupied for years months ago, and suddenly the elated feeling of luxury leaves just as easily as it came.
It unnerved you, being in the presence of such opulence after months of your bare quaint apartment. Even though you had lived in it for years before, it was never truly yours, this life was never truly yours. You were only ever borrowing it until your husband would find the balls to get rid of you.
Your eyes catch a note on the bedside table however, and written in that elegant ink that belongs to only one man that had strung you along in the palm of your hand is placed on a silver tray, along with a pill and a bottle of water, still cold from the tap.
Your fear begins to dissipate from your stomach, as you realise that your anonymity had remained unchanged, and you weren't back into the cage of your husband's imprisonment.
You reach for the note, eyes skimming the perfect lettering you secretly envy;
“You got into a little trouble last night, brought you here to keep you save”
You scrub your face with a hand, mentally thanking him for not delving into the details of what you knew was a haunting moment of weakness.
God, you can’t believe you had done that, let yourself get so weak you sunk back into an addiction you thought you had overcome. It was harrowing how quick it had happened, one moment you were walking home and the next you were crowd-surfing across the bar.
“P.S, take the pill, it’s Advil and if I really wanted to poison you I would’ve done it in your sleep”
You scrutinise the white chalky pill anyway, observing the A outlined in the middle, you roll your eyes before looking down at your attire. Pink striped Pajamas.
You bristle as you realise he would have had to undress you whilst you were in a haze of drunkenness.
And suddenly that’s enough to reignite the temper that had been stamped out by the waves of liquor you had foolishly consumed.
He had lied to you, even if you felt protection here, he had lied, and he did it straight to your face. Did he think you were foolish? Just a stupid girl from a town no one knows that he could take advantage of? You couldn't bear to keep the fueled rage burning within you.
Reaching for the Advil, you swallow it with gulps of water that ease your parched throat, before searching around the enormous room for the clothes you had gotten drunk in. You find them folded neatly on an ottoman to the side, and make quick work of slipping them on before storming out of the room.
You don’t know where you're going, the endless hallways are as foreign to you as the paintings occupying the walls, but you follow the dyed carpet’s twists and turns hoping to stumble into Steve’s office.
Your mind is too preoccupied with the rage brewing within you, your eyes fail to catch the figure watching you closely from one of the hallway doors, causing you to stumble into a brick wall of pure muscle and heat.
You catch yourself at the last minute, looking up to meet familiar slate-grey eyes peering down at you in interest
“You’re up already?” Bucky says, his hand coming to steady you but retracting at the last minute and falling back into the pocket of his suit jacket.
“I want to speak to Steve” You reply, ignoring his attempt at small talk, or more so his declaration of your consciousness.
“Steve? Well-” Bucky beings before you cut him off momentarily
“Don’t give me that bullshit alright? I need to speak to Steve, now” You reply in indignation, Bucky watches you carefully, eyes scanning across your face as he nods slowly. You don't notice his eyes fixated on your fists wrapped in a tight fists. Your voice falters toward the end and you hope you sound as confident as you feel.
“Follow me” Bucky replies with a sigh, and as you walk side by side with Bucky, the click of his dress shoes clashes with the gruff sound of your work boots. You would never harmonise with this life, it's as clear as the shoes you wear.
You try and memorise the left and rights that Bucky takes you, as a kind of backup in case things go wrong and you need a way out, fast. It’s irrational you know, but you can only blame your husband for destroying your idea of rationality.
Bucky turns down a corridor, and you are immediately met with a rush of men in suits carrying boxes and briefcases, leaving and entering the enormous double french doors situated at the end of the hallway like an army of ants. Men stand stationed outside the doors and along the hallway unmoving, like formations of statues pillaring themselves in front of Steve.
The glint of their guns shines iridescent against the morning raze, and you understand that Bucky has some sort of clearance as they merely nod without a word as you pass them.
You and Bucky are about to pass through the double doors before a familiar face pokes at you, eyes widening at your presence in a clearly confidential space, the man that had talked with you with Bucky those weeks ago murmurs into Bucky's ear, the gruff sound of his voice hidden beneath hushed whispers.
You crain your ear to catch anything, but all you can make out is Bucky’s whisper of your name, along with “last night”. Sam shifts his gaze towards you, and a look you can't quite decipher falls over his face. Bucky is continuing to whisper to Sam but he doesn't take his eyes off of you, and finally, after a moment he simply nods and opens the door for the both of you.
The oak doors open into an enormous office space, the panelled french walls are washed with a chestnut gloss, oil paintings of war and glory hang on the walls and every corner has a designated purpose. A bar towards the left is graced with brown liquor in glass bottles and you have to turn away from it to calm the churning in your stomach.
Situated in the middle is a large walnut desk, carved with intricate patterns and relics along its sides, matching leather seats surrounding the desk, the floors a deep mahogany wood you crave to feel the cold touch of beneath your toes.
Men surround the office, some stationed behind the balcony windows, others near the bookcases lining the ceiling-high walls, and you don't notice it at first, but the second you walk in, everything stops. The sound of urgent whispers and conversations comes to a halt as they all stare towards you in fixed interest.
You didn't know this, but there had been no other individuals besides Steve’s men and himself, who had the ability to step foot into this floor of the house, let alone Steve's own office, and they can't help but ogle you like a piece of meat.
You catch their eyes all over you, pulling your stained cardigan closer against your body, you feel Bucky bristle beside you, his grunt of disapproval towards the men, shooting a silent warning that causes them to look away without a blink.
Steve's dirty blonde hair is tousled across his face, and he mutters something under his breath as he looks up from his seat at the office desk. His eyes immediately find you, unblinking as he never leaves your face, the papers in his grasp fall to the table, and let out an exhale as you match his gaze.
Bucky coughs and it’s as if Steve finally realises you're not the only person in the room,
“She wanted to speak to you,” Bucky says, his shoes tapping against the wooden floors, Bucky gives Steve a silent look, nodding towards the men fixated on your presence.
“Did I tell you all to stop?” Steve says in a booming voice you've never heard him use.
They all immediately get back to the phone calls in their hand and the tasks they had ignored at your expense. Steve stands from his seated position near the desk, his suit jacket laying over the office chair, leaving him in a crisp white shirt with a leather shoulder holster tucked into dark black suit pants.
Steve nods towards the balcony, and you step towards the glass doors slowly, you can feel the heat of Steve's hand near the small of your back, gently manoeuvring you through the room and men and through the doors of the balcony.
The gentle breeze of the morning lets you finally let in a breath you hadn't realised you had kept in, your eyes find themselves looking towards the manicured lawn below, gardeners and housekeepers are knelt pulling and plucking at the overgrown weeds, snipping away at leaves and bushes until they were smooth and pristine. Flowers are planted across the lawn, in a discreet way that makes you notice how the colours harmonise, and a ceramic fountain near the middle sprouts out water that shines against the sun.
You notice stepping stones snaking their way to the edge, leading to a vines archway where a vegetable garden hidden under a mesh covering meets your gaze, you try and look further past the vines walls, seeing the top of what looks like a stone pavilion under a low hanging tree that looks like its melting, but Steve steps towards you and you stop immediately.
“You wanted to tell me something?” Steve says, and you look towards him, eyeing his expression. He looks like he truly wants to listen to you and hear what you have to say despite the business of his life.
“Yes, I uh-” You start before the balcony doors open, and a slicked-back mop of black hair enters the balcony, the sound of a voice that you wish you would never hear again causing your stomach to twist into a sharp knot.
Rumlow whispers towards the man stationed beside the balcony doors, relieving him from his position and instead taking his place. His eyes find your own frozen ones, a glint of a smirk pulling at his features and he raises his eyebrows mockingly.
Steve notices the sick look that falls over your face, his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion at the sudden change in your demeanour.
“Hey, hey, you alright?” Steve asks in worry, but you can't take your eyes off of Rumlows condescending smile, as if he had known you would be here, his eyes almost threatening you to tell Steve what he had done before the tap of his pistol causes you to swallow down the bile rising from your throat.
“I um, I uh” You stutter out, and Steve looks at you in worry, his hands coming up to steady you causing you to flinch automatically.
“Fuck” Mutters Steve under his breath and he quickly retracts his hand, he begins to say something but you can’t hear anything besides the ringing in your ear and the rhythmic tap of Rumlows gun.
You shake your head, hands in tight fists that cause indentations to form in your palm, Rumlow clocks his head to the side, behind Steve, giving you a silent warning
Careful.
And he walks through the balcony doors and back into Steves's office like he was never there.
You let out a constricted breath, squeezing your eyes shut before opening them to make sure he was truly gone, Steve gently murmurs your name, and you turn your attention back to him, meeting concerned eyes.
Steve's words finally break through the surface, and your grapes his arm, causing goosebumps to arise across your skin. Steve looks up at you in surprise, his large hand coming to wrap yours around his, feeling the rapid beat of your heart slamming against your chest.
‘Just focus on me, alright? Don’t worry about anything else, I just want your eyes on me, okay? Can you do that for me?” Steve whispers, and you nod slowly. Watching the swirls of blue and grey clash like waves within his eyes.
You stay like this for a while, until the rapid beat of your pulse slows to a rhythmic beat, but Steves keeps your arms wrapped around his own, and you hope to god he does feel the goosebumps arising on your skin.
“What happened just now?” Steve says after a beat, his brow locks falling over his face
“I uh, I don't know, I just starting feeling sick,” You say, teeth biting down onto your bottom lip in nervousness.
Any other time that excuse had worked, whether it be at work or family or any other instance when you felt the ground beneath threaten to give way. But the way Steve looks at you now, in that air of scepticism, it’s like he doesn't believe a single thing that left your mouth.
And it's like you've been called out, the embarrassment of lying causing you to look away.
Steve sighs before nodding,
“I’ll get one of my men to arrange your drive home,” Steve says
“Could you, could Bucky take me home instead?” You say, and Steve looks towards you, a glint of something in his eye as he looks through the windows of the balcony doors, eyes fixated on Bucky before replying with a strained sure.
You step towards the balcony doors, hand coming up to grasp the handle before Steve stops you
“We are going to have to talk about it eventually,” Steve says
“Talk about what?” You turn your head to meet Steves's gaze
“Talk about why you're scared shitless of Rumlow” Steve replies, and you towards him in open-mouthed shock.
How did he know?
Steves share a pointed look, “I see everything, even things that happen behind my back. When I see you later tonight, do me a favour?”
You nod quickly, shutting your open mouth.
“Don’t lie to me” Steve mutters, before opening the balcony doors for you, his hand pressed tight against the small of your back as his warmth tickles the side of your neck.
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xxtgtgt · 1 year
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angelbabyyy99 · 1 month
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PSA R A N T:
Sooo, I’m writing this at night because, I uh, recently fell in love with Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers🤓🤍. (Can you BLAME ME)? They are G O D S. So I was thinking writing for them, but then I’m like nah. (My overthinking deceives me). As if I couldn’t do it. Then I’m like yes I can, I just like exploring my horizons. Doing greater and better things. SO guess who is part of Bucky and Steve fan club now🤓🩵? I love these nerds so much to a point where it hurts. But yeah, I’m thinking about writing for them… Let me know what you think, because I’m S C A R E D shitless😭.
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Look at this cutie🥹🩷. My heart breaks for him so much.
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LIKE these two cuties in the 40s?!! SIGN ME UP😌🩵. I have so many ideas for them.
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And also, I’ve been like OBSESSED with Captain America because that’s my favorite Avenger🤭♥️. But seriously guys let me know what you think? Should I go for it👀?
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lokiandbuckysdoll · 2 years
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Secret
Paring: Stucky x reader.
Summary: What happens when your in a secret relationship with Steve and Bucky.
Waring: Angsts (i guess) w/ fluffy ending :) Word count: 1153
A/N: MY FIRST STUCKY FIC!! this should’ve been posted last week :( but i kept re writting it but here is the finshed product hope you like it.
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It was no surprise that Steve and Bucky deeply loved each other. It was common knowledge to everyone. They showed affection to each other every chance they got. 
They are technically attached to the hip, Holding hands in meetings, soft  touches here and there. The only time they seem to not show affection to one another was on a mission but as soon as they step off the quinjet they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. 
It was obvious their relationship was no secret to the public's knowledge, however there was one other person involved in their relationship that the public didn’t know about which was you.Y/n Y/l/n, one of Tony Stark’s many assistants. 
Both men automatically were interested in you the moment you walked into one of the meetings, handing Tony some files. It didn’t take long before the super soldiers started flirting with you and complimenting you every chance they got. After a while you soon began going on a few dates that transpired to them wanting  you to join their relationship. You were hesitant at first thinking what people might say or think, especially the public. 
However Steve and Bucky assured you that they didn’t have to tell the public about you, they knew once it went public it would put you in danger with HYDRA, or another enemy.  
While having a private relationship was fun in the beginning, it began to take a toll on you. You started to feel insecure and exhausted, all the sneaking and running around making sure they leave earlier before you or vice versa when they wanted to take you on a date or a small getaway. It was starting to catch up with you. 
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Your insecurities went away when they would get you alone and shower you with all the affection they had. Now even when they do that you can’t help but feel like you’re just someone they can use to spice up their relationship and nothing more. You hated how you felt, you really tried to suppress your feelings but it got harder. You wanted to tell Steve and Bucky but you didn’t know how to, they were always busy lately with missions.   
What finally made you think that you were just a placeholder was when you started to notice little changes in their behavior towards you. Normally when they would get back from long and exhausting missions they’d always go straight to your room in the tower. With their last couple of  missions they didn’t bother to stop by, that was what you noticed first.  
The second thing you notice was the slight lack of affection. They wouldn’t kiss you on the cheek or show pda when others were around, you thought it was odd but you’d let it go.  Slowly you felt that they were withdrawing from you. They started showing less affection each day, you were lucky If you even got cuddles from them.  
Which leads to where you are right now starting at the two positive lines on the test. You were pregnant. At first you didn’t know how to feel,you went through 5 different emotions.
You didn’t know whether you should tell Bucky and Steve they had the right to know yet with the way they were acting, would they even want a baby especially with you.
They had confessed in the past how they had dreams of family in the 40’s before everything happened, but with everything they had been through that dream was never talked much about. You did the only logical thing you could think of,  you went to find Bucky and Steve. 
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You knew they got back from a mission no to long ago, you knew they were probably getting ready for bed. You finally reached their room and knocked Steve opened the door “Sunshine what’s wrong?” He can see your eyes slightly red still from you crying earlier. “ We need to talk” that’s all you say before panic sets in and he knows something is wrong. You see Bucky coming out of the bedroom and he can automatically sense the tension in the room. 
“ There’s no easy way to say this so I’m going to cut straight to the point… i'm pregnant” you place the two tests you took on the table. They froze for a moment to process what you said. “ Bunny, are you being serious?” Bucky questions. You simply nod, not wanting to cry. “Ohhh sunshine!” Steve picks you up and spins you around. “ I’m going to be a dad!” He puts you down. “ We’re gonna be dad's punk!” Bucky gave you a big bear hug and placed a kiss on your head.  You pull back from Bucky. “ Wait, so you're not mad?” If it weren’t for their super hearing they would have never heard your mink voice. 
“Mad?” They said in sync. “ Why would we be mad at you for being pregnant?” you shrug “ I just thought you wouldn’t want this anymore ” you point between the three of you  “ you guys have been really distant lately and I hate to admit it but it’s made me feel insecure especially with our relationship not being public and now that I’m pregnant I just feel scared” you let out a breath of air and both their faces soften and they pull you into their arms.
“ Baby it was never our intention to make you feel like that, but trust us when we say we are madly in love with you” Steve kisses your temple and Bucky nods in agreement. “ And you being pregnant only adds to that love we have for you bunny” Bucky moves his hands to your  waist  and  kisses your neck which causes you to let out a giggle. “ there’s a reason we were distant” Bucky gives Steve a look And he nods and leaves for the bedroom and returns. 
“What’s going on?'' You question as Bucky pulls you closer to him. “ this Sunshine'' you turn around and gasp as you see Steve on one knee. ''Y/n y/m/n y/l/n every since the day Bucky and I laid eyes on you we knew you were the missing piece in our relationship the glue that keeps us together, without you there is no us, you turn our worst days to great days. You are meant to be in our lives.”
“ Don’t get me stared on how beautiful,loving and carefree you are, you made us feel what it’s like to love again, and now with you being pregnant it only makes us crazier for you, So bunny, would you do us the honor in marrying us and becoming Mrs. Rogers-Barnes?” you stood there for second taken back by what you just heard and witnessed , Bucky is now in front of you on one knee as well. Steve holds the box with the diamond wedding band and Bucky holds the box with the Ring. “ YES! yes I will marry you” 
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incorrectcapsicle · 2 years
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Y/N: [burst into the room and slams door shut clearly panicked]
Steve: oh my god, what did you do?
Y/N: NOBODY DIED!!
Steve: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!
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margarethx · 1 year
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Listen. One day, when a miracle happens and I’m able to finish any of my writing again, you’re going to get a 100k+ words, obnoxiously long and convoluted story about Steve/Sam/Bucky/Riley where Riley was also a Winter Soldier.
There’s a lot of drama in there, because when the first three finally settled and made their relationship work, Bucky finds Riley and has to somehow inform Sam that his late partner was actually alive and frozen somewhere for the last decade. And then Bucky and Steve have to accept that they might lose Sam over this after having so little time with him; Sam feels torn between his past and current love; and Riley tries to heal from Hydra and not die out of jealousy.
I promise it’s very good in theory and if it existed outside my head you’d all cry :)
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lostalioth · 1 year
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𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞
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→ premise: steve thinks you have a foul mouth and he believes he knows the right cure for such a filthy mouth
→ pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader — dads bestfriend!steve
→ warnings: eighteen+, reader is rude, bustier!reader, smut, nicknames [little one, baby], oral [male receiving], small sir kink, face fucking, titty fucking, age gap [steve is in his late 30’s, reader is 23], authority kink?
→ a/n: my steve content varied with how well it did so let’s see how this does. O2 kinktober
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“That’s such a stupid fucking idea”
“Why are you so dumb?”
“Cant you just shut the fuck up?”
Ever since Steve became best friends with your father and spent more and more time around you, he noticed you seemed to have quite a filthy mouth. Spouting profanities every other sentence, making crude comments to and about everyone. He slowly got more and more irritated at your coarse demeanor, he was about ready to snap.
“I think it’s time we fix that awful foul mouth of yours little one what do you say” a smirk was beginning to grow on steve's face. “I don't know if you're capable of that old man, think you can do it without blowing your back out?” Even on your knees you were a brat fighting to submit. Steve’s expanding smirk was replaced with a scowl and he grabs you hard by the back of your neck. Leaning down and pulling your face up a bit to his he growls lowly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine and to your core. “You're gonna listen like a good girl baby” his voice was so raspy and commanding it was becoming increasingly harder to fight sinking into that spacey place.
“And you will refer to me as sir got that?” He made a point by tugging your head back with his grip on the back of your neck when he said ‘will’. When you refuse to answer him he lets go of your neck and grabs your cheeks. “I asked, do you got that little one?”
“Yes sir” you whine softly and avert your eyes from steve. Dominance and authority was oozing off him and it was hard to hide your lust filled blown out pupils. “Look at me when you speak to me, and speak up” he commanded and you snap your eyes to his face. Studying all the hard edges but soft look in his eyes even as he was commanding you and manhandling you. “Yes sir” you raised your voice but it still comes out as a whine while looking him in his gorgeous eyes.
“Good, now I know just the thing to fix that mouth of yours”
“And what’s that sir?”
“Fucking that pretty little face of yours, may even just fuck these wonderful tits of yours while im at it to indulge myself” he groaned as he palmed your right tit, his large hand cupping nearly half of it.
It suddenly felt very hot in the room as your entire body felt like it was on fire, it was meant to be a form of punishment for talking back and yet you were excited. “Strip off this flimsy little shirt and lay on your bed” he gave you a shiny but dark smile before letting your face go and pushing it to the side as he waited for you to comply.
You jump up off the floor like it was lava and began peeling off your shirt not wanting to anger him further. “Bra too baby” Steve grunts out an extra command as he is pulling off his jacket and t-shirt. You’re quick to unlatch your lacy bra, freeing your tits. The room that was once on fire is oddly chilly now as a breeze passes your body, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin and your nipples to harden. Before making your way to your bed you steal a glance at Steve as he is unbuckling his belt and taking it off. In the back of your mind secretly hoping he'd use it on you.
You squirm a bit trying to get as comfortable as possible on your back while Steve makes his way over clad in just his excruciatingly tight boxers. His cock throbbing and twitching under the fabric at the sight of you making him need to shake his head quickly to clear it.
By now your eyes were heavy and glazed over ready to do whatever Steve told you to. “Hey little one help me out of these why don't ya’ ” Steve tells you in a slightly softer voice now as he was now sat on the edge of your plush bed. Slowly tugging the waistband of his boxers down, off his thighs and down his legs with the help of the older man his leaking cock is freed. Steve wasted very little time in straddling your body, one leg either side of you and rubbing on your breasts. His own eyes begin to match your glazed over ones. Pinching your hardened nipple between his thumb and pointer he starts rolling the sensitive bud in his fingers.
“God, you have such beautiful tits and such a pretty face baby, too bad it's ruined by this awful mouth” he groans as he pulls your bottom lip down with the thumb of his free hand. You whimper and buck your hips softly as the throbbing in your cunt was becoming persistent and unbearable. He chuckles softly at your quickly growing desperation. He lets your nipple go but not without a swift slap to your tit making you let out a small yelp of pleasure. He smiles wider at this and pushes your breasts together a bit more to make a tighter space for his cock.
Your foot was nearly shaking in anticipation, you needed and wanted this the same if not more than he did.
With a grunt Steve began working his swollen and leaking tip through the space he made with your breasts. Slowly drawing his hips back and slamming them forward he begins to create a steady pace fucking your plump tits. Through a small growl Steve orders “open your mouth for me baby” his eyes never look up at you to see if you comply, he knew you would, they’re simply glued to your chest. You let your jaw drop, leaving your mouth agape with your tongue out as his cock pushes up to the top of your tits and his reddened tip brushes your tongue. “Just like that yeah” he groans as his head leans back and he shuts his eyes.
You lean your head down so you can take his tip in your mouth and suck. Steve’s balls sat heavy and full at the base of your chest. He felt like he was already gonna explode. He didn’t wanna bust quick but your tongue running through this slit and on the underside of his tip was making that feel like mission impossible.
You and your dirty mouth will be death of steve sooner than he expected.
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→ this was delayed cause i lost power yesterday and then got busy trying to fix links so my day 1 would show up in tags, anyway you’re getting this on a day i wouldn’t normally post! Day 3 will be coming tomorrow the 4th cause of my posting schedule and the fact i’m doing 18 days not 30. I rushed this ending so i could get this out lol.
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hagarsays · 1 year
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Never thought I would make this announcement but here we are LOL
Hello, Evans fandom I hope everyone is well. After thoughts and consideration for the past couple of weeks, I have decided to officially leave the fandom. I never thought this day would come and I would even be saying this but here we are. After how Chris has been acting toward his recent relationship even his fans I think it shows his true colors. You guys can hate me all you want but this started with how he has been silent about recent events in the middle east and etc. Before anyone says anything I'm Iranian and how he handles the Iran situation was barely up to expectation. After that ASP chat, he went radio silent, while other celebrities were vocal about it. So this is my reason you can support me or not i don't care. This is my choice at the end of the day.
Thank you
-HagarSays
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imtryingbuck · 6 months
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Fluff
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Angst
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Two-Parts
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supercap2319 · 2 years
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Steve: So... nothing happened between you and Peter last night?”
Y/N: “Nothing. Why do you ask?”
Steve: *Blushes as he chuckles nervously* “Well... Peter came knocking on my door last night looking for your room. He had a Disney Princess swimming ring around his naked body. Why is that?”
Y/N: “Well, he wanted the Spider-Man one, but I told him that one was mine.”
Steve: “And the part about him being naked?”
Y/N: “Oh.” *Nonchalantly* “We had sex in the pool last time. I stole his clothes and super speeded back to my room.”
Steve: *Shocked and blushing*
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neonovember · 1 year
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Maraschino Cherry
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Mafia!au x Steve Rogers
CHAPTERS: 1 2 3 4 5
summary: your escape to Brooklyn was harboured by secrets and a harrowed past, left abused and betrayed, you accepted your destiny of being swallowed by the crowd. Until the King of New York showed up in front of you and wanted a piece of you for himself.
divider by @firefly-graphics​ !
Taglist 🏷️ (send an ask to be part of my taglist for this series!)
@tinkerbelle67 @patzammit @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @nomadstucky @nessie2183 @shamelessfangirl-3 @namelesssav @marvel-phoenix @euphoric-goddess @roseeatta @abschaffer2  @louderfortheback @stupendouslovegardener @wandamaximoff-simp @thedonswife13 @hpsimpspot @samsgirl93
notes: school has been kicking my ass lately, this is quite short, especially for me but part 7 will be out very very soon!
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Your heart had dropped into your stomach the moment Rumlow had forced you into a realisation you were foolishly blinding yourself from.
And it had been there ever since.
You can’t remember locking up the diner, can’t even remember feeling the keys between your fingers as you stumbled down the shadowy streets of Brooklyn. The crumpled figures of people sleeping on the streets, the flash of yellow cabs and vendors on the corner, and the never-ending rumble of train tracks echoing under overpasses is fleeting now. Just flashes of colours and sounds you can’t really place.
Your fingers, your skin, the muscle and bone beneath are itching with a need, the relief of liquor pouring down your throat, the burn of its heat spreading through your belly. It’s a relief you know all too well, one you had almost lost yourself too years before, just as your mother had.
But that motivation to fight through the teeth needing desire of your addiction doesn’t seem quite as strong, nothing seemed to matter after Rumlow had told you about Steve, nothing at all. So who was going to stop you from diving into the bottomless pit of pathetic drunkenness? The sobriety chips you stacked over the years should’ve toppled over by now, they were bleak and washed out anyway. So dull under the fluorescent lights of your bathroom when you muffled your cries under the low pressure of your shower.
You are your mothers daughter, and the doors of the bar you enter almost sneer at you condescendingly
We knew you would be back, one way or another.
Drink drink drink until it seeps from your crevices and cracks. Until it pours from within like you're a shattered glass, oh how you had broken years before. How it feels now to fill up those cracks with your pleasure, it’s like a welcoming old friend. You reach out for its hand as you reach out for another glass.
The bartender looks at you in pity, but money is money and he looks the other way as you slide your busted wallet across the counter. It was your fathers one, that you can decipher even through your drunken haze.
You tilt your head forward, and the vibrant LED lights that line the walls of the bar you had thrown yourself in shine so bright, you bite back a giggle as you recall your foolishness. You had been so blind, hadn’t you? You weren’t the type to get lucky, to be protected, your entire life has told you so.
This arrangement between Steve was nothing but a farce, a lie he shoved in your face that he knew you would have no choice but to accept.
The crowd of patrons scattered around barstools and cozy booths cheer towards a large TV bolted to the wall, some sort of sport flashes across the screen, something with a ball and a lot of running.
You hadn’t noticed before but paper ribbons hang across the pine wood ceilings, pom-poms squished into the sides and other cheap decor covers the bar, distinct colours of a team in a sport that was probably showing on the TV you had turned away from.
You shudder into yourself as you look down at the translucent liquid swirling in your cup, the reflection staring back at you is one that’s fuzzy and undefined, with jagged edges and loose ends that a close to unravelling.
It was already the sports season, and you know this only because you had escaped your husband at the end of it, sleeping under bridges and bus stations where those distinct team colours fell from the sky like snow, ribbons and feathers scattered across the damp pavement you slammed your feet into running from his men.
The crowd of sports fans that littered the streets of New York helped mask your anonymity when you escaped, losing your capturers in the thousands of people rushing through Time Square. You suppose you ought to be thankful for them, so you lift your glass and shout a cheer.
You begin to stand onto your barstool, balancing yourself and your drink from spilling over, the bartender is tending to an order, his back turned from your rambunctious behaviour.
“Next round’s on me!” You shout into the crowd of bustling sport fans, there’s a beat of silence, a moment where you fear you’ve embarrassed yourself and they want nothing to do with you, someone who’s been tending to her own lonely drink the entire time she’s walked in. But then this is an erupt of cheer, the crowd going into a frenzy as a burly man lifts you up and throws you onto the crowd.
Your limbs are lifted by the hand of the crowd, surging over patrons and customers you don’t know but have spent the last 2 weeks of your earnings on.
Alcohol made you sweet, it also made you fucking stupid.
The barkeep looks towards you surging the crowd, before being dropped back onto your feet in a not-so-gentle dismount. He looks as if he’s about to say something, mouth opening before a dark figure you can’t see beckons him over, shaking his head before whispering in his ear.
You don’t see the silver card being slid across the bar counter, but you can feel those pair of cerulean eyes burning into you, trailing down your figure as you sway your hips to the music.
Steve.
You want to tease him a little before you would leave him for good, he wanted his own little wife for himself, didn't he? You didn't know why these men were so adamant about making you their wife, wasting effort and bullets for a white picket fence they knew they would never provide. Not in this world. You know its something more though, and the front of your mind screams at you from within, begging to remember.
You shake it off with a twirl of your hips.
You don’t back away when a tall figure dances against you, their back pressed against your body as they grind into you.
Dancing with a nameless stranger wasn’t something you could do, it wasn’t something you had done, your entire early 20’s was a missing piece of memory from your brain. It hurts to remember it in a fuzzy kind of way.
It had been so long since you felt this light, this effortless, you let loose as you feel the brandy to your bones.
Your mind is scattered in a thousand different places, kept sealed in treasure bottles thrown across the ocean, left falling onto the forest floor of your hometown 100 miles across the country.
You don’t notice the man grinding on you disappearing, his warmth ripped from you like he was thrown across the room.
Your trance is interrupted by a strong hand that grips your arm, pulling you gently away from the crowd, you don’t try to fight it, it’s strong the way a current is, and you let the wave carry you away.
Maybe it will wash away everything too, make it clean again in a way you try hard to remember.
You don’t know why, but there’s a familiar warmth that rises from those strong hands guiding your back, like a protective armour against all the bad in the world.
You turn, and catch Steve’s eyes boring into your own, eyes surveying your loopy state that seem to cause your features to sink in.
He's not wearing his usual tailored suit, in fact, it seemed he arrived here in a rush, his white shirt crumpled with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You don’t catch the specks of blood splattered on his collar, nor the shadow of fresh blood he’d done a poor job of wiping off his face.
He looks so different in this state, looks younger too, where his golden locs are ruffled and messed up from their usual impeccable place. Where the role he had to step into, the throne he upheld, didn’t weigh him down like a thousand bricks.
Steve hadn’t noticed it before, but the life forced onto you had aged you in a heartbreaking kind of you, your features just like his, still were young, but they lost that sense of youth, that naivety and innocence that used to soften your edges.
“Where are you taking me golden boy?” You slur in a shrill voice.
Steve grunts before pressing you further to exit the bar quicker, he really didn’t want you here.
“My apartment? Or is that another one of your lies hm?” You giggle the last part, but Steve’s ears perk up and catch it anyway, confusion fills him momentarily before he shakes his head, focusing on getting you out of here as quick as possible.
To Steve’s surprise, you don’t fight against his motion of leaving, and for some reason, it makes a pit form in his stomach, this wasn’t the girl he knew, and he feared what had caused such an abrupt change.
Stepping outside, the breeze of the cold air of the city cools you down as you tug on your jacket discreetly.
A suit jacket seemed to appear out of thin air in Steve’s hand, and he places it over your shoulders quickly, before easing you into the parked car waiting on the side of the road.
“Steve..?” You mumble, before tugging on his blonde roots gently, you per towards him in interest.
“ ‘m right here” Steve replies gently, but his eyes look anywhere but your own.
“You're much better like this hiccup not when you- you lie to mhmme..”
Steve grits his jaw, he has to restrain from running back into the bar and beating the bartender with the edge of the counter for continually serving you despite you increasing drunkenness.
Fucking greedy sons of bitches.
“I mean- I get it, I’m so goddamn stupid sometimes, why wouldn’t you just see me as a means to an end? I’ve always..always been discarded you..know?” You mumble incoherently, tugging on his shirt collar as he places you in the back seat.
“I need to get you safe alright? We can talk as much as you want after okay? Can you do that for me?” Steve replies, gently un gripping yours fingers from his shirt, but making no motion to let them go.
Steve looks at you in desperation, the same unrelenting addiction that found you in a bar is present on his face now. But unlike you, he doesn’t give in, squeezing his eyes shut and shutting the door quietly.
You sigh as you watch him slide into the drivers seat, readjusting his mirror to keep his eye line on you as the rev of en engine fills the empty desolated streets.
Resting your head on the car window, you sink into Steve’s suit jacket that you swim in and smells like tobacco and maraschino cherries.
It's never felt so familiar.
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the-suicidal-lizard · 2 years
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Idiot
Bucky, thinking: Don't let him know you're an idiot, don't let him know you're an idiot, don't let him know you're an idiot, don't let him —
Steve: Nice weather.
Bucky, voice crack: Thanks.
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chennqingg · 11 months
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ᴍᴄᴜ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
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☾ ᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀꜱ ᴀᴜ
☾ ʟᴏᴋɪ
☾ ᴛʜᴏʀ
☾ ꜱʜᴀɴɢ ᴄʜɪ
☾ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴄʜᴀɴᴀɴ ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ
☾ ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇɴ ɢʀᴀɴᴛ ʀᴏɢᴇʀꜱ
☾ ᴄʟɪɴᴛ ʙᴀʀᴛᴏɴ (ʜᴀᴡᴋᴇʏᴇ)
☾ ʙʀᴜᴄᴇ ʙᴀɴɴᴇʀ (ʜᴜʟᴋ)
☾ ᴛᴏɴʏ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ (ɪʀᴏɴ ᴍᴀɴ)
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incorrectanything · 2 years
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Steve: These thighs are thick but my patience is not.
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