Mar 9, 2014
But I'm not a poet, just an artist, who could never paint you next to me if I tried.Â
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But I'm not a poet, just an artist, who could never paint you next to me if I tried.Â
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"I would hope that you’re not going to complain." It’s said with a hint of amusement. He gives a soft groan at the kisses to his neck, his hands gliding up under his husband’s shirt. "Lead the way, baby." Even as he says it he starts them down the hall. "Being in bed with you is the highlight of every day, Stevie baby." Hell, he’s not afraid to admit that he’d rather stay in bed with his husband and make love to him. Every day and every night if he could. Unfortunately they had to come up for air and did have children to take care of.Â
"Well, of course not," Steve said taking Bucky's hand and tugging him to the bedroom, trying not to rush them there. He pulls Bucky close to start kissing him, closing the door behind them, trying to quickly get his husband out of his clothing. "I love you," He whispers with each searing kiss he places down Bucky's neck, hands moving beneath Bucky's shirt, pressing it slowly up his body and over his head.Â
Steve wraps his arms around his husband's waist, pinning him against the counter and attacking his neck with teeth, lips and tongue as if he had a personal vengeance against the skin there. One arm pins Bucky's waist back against his own, one thigh moving to part Bucky's legs. "Kids aren't here, Bucky." He whispers, blowing warm air across the skin he'd just been harassing. "Should make good use of your day off. You're such a wonderful husband, after all."Â
Bucky/Steve?
Put a ship in my ask and I will rate it:
I don’t know them enough | wtf | why | just NO | tolerable | they’re okay | cute | awww | babies | hot | I will go down with this ship | OTP
Honestly, before Tumblr? I like really didn’t ship it beyond a BROTP but then my partners opened my eyes to all the homosexual undertones in Captain America.
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For every ϟ in my inbox I’ll tell you a random thought my muse has about yours.
I wonder if he knows how much I love him. I wonder if I tell him enough.
I wonder if I could convince him to let us adopt another kid.
Bentley’s two, that’s old enough to adopt another child right?
I wonder if he sometimes wishes he never met me.
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I'm here. I'm actively draftsploding. I had an eventful morning/afternoon. If you're tagged here, I'm working on something for you.
if you're not tagged here and you should be here, feel free to shoot me a threatening message. but remember to cite your references.
Also fixmeimbroken, I'm going to get that starter out for you with my draftsplosion, I promise,
I love you all, thank you for your never ending patience.
I'm here and actively draftsploding. Tagged here, working on something for you. If you're not tagged her and you feel you ought to be, shoot me a threatening message but only in MLA format and if you cite your references.
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Send ‘✉’ For a morning after note on the pillow  Â
