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OKAY OKAY OKAY-

WATCHING LOVE IS BLIND RN AND WHAT IF I WRITE A MCU ALTERNATE UNIVERSE WHY CHOOSE FIC SERIES WHERE READER IS IN A DATING SHOW FOR SUPERHEROES/MUTANTS???

Like names/abilities/affiliations would not be revealed until the end (when you make your choice)!

Who would we like to participate as contestants???

[purehypnotic]

🎞🧸shop around🧸🎞 , steve rogers x reader

sfw, gender neutral, enjoy!

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The bell placed above the front door chimed sweetly as the two of you stumbled in.

The smell of old books, well-worn leather, and decades long gone welcomed you into this antique shop. The hole in the wall place had a comforting and cozy air, if only a bit dusty.

The place reminded you of Steve, you decided.

Speaking of Steve, the brick shithouse of a man stood awkwardly squished between a grandfather clock and a mahogany cabinet. Everything about Steve’s body was out of place in this little shop. His shoulders were too broad, his hands too heavy, his muscles too sculpted for such a soft space.

Hell, even his job shouldn’t allow him to sneak off here.

Yet here he was, curling his broad shoulders to peer into shelves of yellowing books. His eyes were glowing with recognition, sparkling at every little knick-knack he remembered finding in department store windows a lifetime ago.

You giggled at his awe while you plowed through vintage dresses, but the other antiques seemed to hold their breath in the presence of a man from their time. Peaking between coat racks, you spotted Steve poking at a brass compass. His sparkling eyes flickered your way, and his cheeks flushed a soft pink when he caught onto your spying. You blew a kiss from between moth-eaten fabrics.

He murmurs a faint “c’mere” while rolling his eyes, and lifts a sculpted arm to invite you near him.

..who would say no to that?

As you snuggle your way into Steve’s side, he wraps his arm securely around your waist and holds up the compass for you to see. The aged needle pointed in every direction besides North, but Steve seemed to adore the poor thing. With a soft chuckle, Steve snapped the compass lid closed and dipped his head low.

“They gave me one just like this, at the start of the war,” he whispered for only you to hear, “Thank you for bringing me here, y/n. It’s good to see something familiar, for once.”

He planted a kiss to your hair and you pressed your nose deeper into his shoulder.

“Sure, big guy. Glad you fit in with the lead paint and uranium glass,” you mumbled sarcastically. You didn’t want to admit how Steve’s pure joy made a strange warmth settle in your heart.

One day, you’ll tell him that you’d buy out every antique shop in Brooklyn just to see him smile. For now, you point to the ancient grandma lingerie and ask if he used to own those, too.

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as always, thank you for reading!

love, katie 💌

[katdavina8]

I wish so badly that we got to see Logan, Steve and Bucky reunite at some point. They fought together briefly in WW2, and I would have given my left leg to see a reunion between the three. Like Steve and Bucky realizing that there's another guy from their time in the present. And I know that Bucky didn't like Logan much in the comics, but he and Logan have sooo many parallels (Fought in WW2, made into a weapon for an evil organization, went on to join a superhero team, anti-heroes, etc.) that I think their dynamic could be explored so well. Someone please write a fic about thissss!

[mcu-binge]

I want to write a beautiful Captain America fanfic and then I see these gifs

And I’m wondering if Dani like me would risk it all🥴😫😫😫

Taking suggestions

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2 - The Devil I Desire

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A/N: hi! The second chapter is here-warning, it’s literally just smut with plot.

Warnings: age gap, Steve is a dick, dom / sub, no safeword discussed, Sir kink, daddy kink, use of good boy/ pretty boy/ little slut, choking , protected sex, anal, anal fingering, size kink, bondage (belt use), subspace, domspace, domdrop (idk what else)

When they entered Steve’s home he helped Bucky take off his jacket and hang it up, doing the same with his own afterwards. „It’s a nice place“, said Bucky, looking around a bit, before letting Steve lead him to the living room.

When they sat down Steve immediately sat closer to Bucky, letting their thighs touch, his arm lazily draped over the couch rest and with that around Bucky.

Not that Bucky minded.

Steve felt warm, solid and smelled incredibly good, rich and sweetly in a way that he couldn’t describe.

“Do you want to have a drink? Maybe something stronger than at the bar?”, the blond asked, watching Bucky shake his head.

For a second Bucky felt a bit anxious. Was Steve trying to fill him up? “It’s fine, I’d rather just…spend a nice time together talking”, he smiled, making Steve internally roll his eyes. God, he really didn’t need to know everything more about Buckys degree or that damn cat that he had been talking about all the time.

No wonder the young man couldn’t find a good partner if he talked about a cat all the time.

But he’d manage to finish what he started. Ha. Finish. That definitely.

On the other way he noticed he couldn’t sweet talk Bucky into bed, which meant he needed a different approach. It might hurt the young man a bit after, but come on, who thinks leaving a bar with someone you just meant ends in a night of talking and not…doing other stuff? He couldn’t really have hoped it’d be something serious. Especially considering the age gap.

A relationship between them would be laughable.

“So, what do you think, when can I meet the famous Almine?” Bucky immediately looked up with a bright smile. “Maybe we can go tomorrow after breakfast to my place and you can meet Alpine”, he pronounced the name a bit slower.

Right. Alpine. Not that Steve needed to remember it.

Once again Bucky pulled out his phone, showing more pictures of alpine dressed in ‘cute Christmas outfits that she got from her auntie Wanda’. “Very sweet.” Steve mumbled, leaning a bit closer to Bucky under the impression of wanting to see the picture better.

When Bucky lifted his gaze his eyes met Steve’s blues, making his own breath hitch quietly. They were so close, the younger man noticed. So close to kiss…

And as if Steve knew what Bucky thought about he leaned forward and kissed him.

Bucky enjoyed it for a moment before collecting his thoughts and moving a bit away. “Steve I…haven’t done such things, I don’t know how-“ “don’t worry, I’ll treat you real good��and tomorrow we’ll go on an official nice date in a really nice restaurant”, he whispered in Buckys ear. “Tho I can’t promise you I’ll wait for the dessert till after the meal”, he bit gently into Buckys earlobe before suckling at it gently.

A quiet moan escaped Buckys lips as he listened to Steve’s words. God, he really tried to be strong. Really tried to resist this man’s charm, but in the end he was the one who pulled Steve back in for another kiss, grabbing at his collar like it was the only thing keeping him from drowning.

Maybe it was.

Steve’s hands slowly roamed along Buckys midsection, before pulling him with one smooth movement over his lap, before deepening the kiss.

His hands grabbed onto Buckys ass, squeezing harshly and making him jump in surprise, accidentally pressing his already hard cock against Steve’s midsection. A raspy chuckl escaped the older mans lips. “I see, you’re not as shy as said in the bar, hm?”, he grinned, slowly kissing down Buckys throat, before pushing up his shirt, taking it off with one smooth motion.

“Hm, how cute…so smooth”, Steve kissed Buckys chest. The younger man looked good. He had some muscles, but still seemed lean with only a little bit of fat around his stomach, but his chest was nicely sculpted. His gaze fell onto his shoulder and then the rest of the arm. Ah. Bucky said he had scars, but he hadn’t expected them to be so bad. A rough texture of scartissue that was-

“So…yeah, welll…”, Buckys whispered a bit anxious and self conscious not knowing what to say while trying to cover himself when he felt Steve’s gaze on himself. The lights were dimmed, but he still felt bad having himself half naked, especially with Steve’s hand slowly stroking from his side to his shoulder. The left one.

But he let him touch the scars. Steve was gentle.

And he could see it in Steve’s eyes-pity, curiosity and also some kind of…interest. Steve wanted to know more about it. But he knew he shouldn’t. He shouldn’t feel interested in Buckys backstory. In Buckys life. He wouldn’t see him again, so why bother?

He grabbed onto Buckys hair and pulled him in for a rough kiss, before standing up with him and walking with Bucky on his hips to the bedroom, while Bucky clinger onto his with his arms and legs, moaning when his hardness pressed against Steve’s body, “where are we-ah”, he gasped in surprise when Steve threw him onto the bed.

Before Bucky could process what was happening Steve unbuttoned his shirt, throwing into onto the floor, doing the same with the white undershirt-not even giving Bucky time to sprechen the view . Jesus. This man looked good in a wife beater shirt-that was impossible. And should be illegal, seeing how huge his biceps looked. Bigger than Buckys head.

But seeing him shirtless was an even better view.

Damn. This guy couldn’t be 40, right? Not with that body…

“You like what you see?”, Steve chuckled confidently, before opening his belt and throwing it onto the bed next to Bucky. Maybe he’d use it too.

Bucky looked at the belt for a moment before back at Steve, blushing a deep red. “Yeah..” “that was a rhetorical question. I know you like it”, he grinned, opening his pants, but not taking it off yet. First he wanted Bucky to be naked.

He leaned over the younger man, opening his pants and pulling them down to his ankles. „Can we kiss again?“, he asked, his cheeks blushing a deep red. Steve chuckled, kneeling onto the bed and kissing Bucky for a moment. He trapped his arms around Steve’s neck, sighing when Steve’s hard crotch pressed against Buckys.

“Please take it off”, Bucky whispered, pushing against Steve’s jeans.

So much for he wasn’t someone who’d have sex after the first meeting, Steve thought amused while taking off his jeans and boxershorts, his hardness not even being able to stand straight from the weight of it.

Bucky swallowed hard, “maybe we can just keep it simple with a bl-“, he thought about his chances of swallowing that dick or choking on it- “with a handjob?”, he decided would be smarter.

Steve only chuckled, wrapping his fingers around his hardness and stroking over his length. “Now come on, underwear off”, he didn’t leave any room for discussions.

Not that Bucky wanted to discuss. Hearing Steves demanding voice was making him…

It was really doing something to him.

“Yes”, he whispered, hesitating before pushing his boxershorts down. His cock was hard and leaking, leaving a pool of pre-cum on his lower belly.

Steve smirked, leaning over him and kissing him on the lips passionately. “From now on you address me with Daddy or sir and nothing else”, he whispered in his ear, biting down on his earlobe till Bucky whined quietly.

“Yes…Sir”, Bucky felt a bit shy saying it out loud, not being use with anything that was happening right now. (Tho he had watched enough porn to know Steve must be seriously into BDSM. He was mostly curious about the belt that was brushing against his thigh.)

Steve let go of his own cock so he could play with Buckys instead. The younger man’s moans were like music to his ears. Even it was only for tonight, he loved pleasing other people. It was always giving him so much pleasure.

„Good boy, looking so pretty“, Steve mumbled, stroking the younger man’s cock a few times, watching him shake beneath his palms.

Before Bucky could come-which he was pretty close to doing-Steve grabbed his hips and turned him around, pulling his hips up in the air, but pushed his head back down when he wanted to lift himself on all fours.

“Steve-I mean Sir-I have never…-“ “I know, I know. Don’t worry. I’ll make it good for you”, he interrupted Bucky, giving him a kiss on his lowerback.

Bucky could hear Steve open the drawer next to his bed before throwing lube and condoms onto the bed. It immediately made Buckys heart pound. So it was really happening? He’d have his first time with a man he met only a couple hours ago?

Tho he really felt like it meant something. Everything they’d done tonight was special. They met for a reason.

A gasp escaped his lips when he felt a lubed up finger rub over his tight ring of muscle, making him shrink away in surprise. Steve clicked with his tongue, “where you goin’ pretty boy?”, he teased while grabbing both of Bucky's wrists and holding them behind his back with one of his hands.

With the other hand he took the belt before wrapping it smoothly around Bucky's wrists. “Good?”, he asked, pulling a bit at the belt, making it even tighter. “G-good��, Bucky answered quietly, feeling completely exposed in this position. He wasn’t able to do anything besides just accepting whatever Steve wanted to do to him.

“Good, Sir”, he repeated, this time adding a quiet Sir at the end like Steve had asked him to do. “That’s good, because I wouldn’t have changed it anyway”, Steve chuckled before slapping Bucky lightly on the butt. It was more like a pat, in his opinion, but Bucky twitched surprised anyway.

He pushed Buckys legs further apart, not seeing the deep red blush that crept onto Buckys face. Steve rubbed more lube along Buckys hole, slowly pressing the tip in, before pulling out again and massing the muscle more. His other hand kneaded Buckys meaty ass. He had such a pretty round peach.

Gasping Bucky pressed his face into the pillow, feeling incredibly exposed and shy-but he wasn’t able to move away from steve…not that he wanted to. Especially not when Steve’s finger pressed deeper into his hole, curling against what seemed to be his prostate.

“Fuck”, he whispered in surprise, precum dripping onto the sheets when Steve started to move his finger, intentionally pressing against his prostate over and over again. It was such an unusual feeling. He had never felt like this before-of course he had tried to finger himself a few times, but he had never managed to find his spot.

When Steve added a second finger Bucky felt like he might burst any minute, even though he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to come without having his cock touched. (Which Steve wanted to achieve of course.)

“Such a good little slut, already drooling”, Steve watched Bucky close his mouth quickly, turning his face into the pillow, only making Steve push against his prostate harder and quicker. “Come on, don’t be shy. Let daddy hear how much you like it”, with that he rubbed against Buckys spot, hearing a quiet moan against the pillow.

Steve knew he should’ve used one more finger to prepare Bucky but he just couldn’t wait anymore to stuff this virgin ass with a real cock. So instead he pulled his fingers from Buckys hole, chuckling when Bucky whined in protest. “Don’t worry sweetheart you’ll soon feel something much better”, with that he ripped a condom open and rolled it over his hard cock.

He stroked himself for a moment before coming closer to Bucky, pressing his tip against Buckys fluttering hole for a moment. But before he could push in he thrusted between Buckys round globes, watching how big his cock looked compared to the counter man’s ass. When he placed his hands over his ass he could grab his cheeks in one hand each, even though Bucky had a nice juicy ass.

Jesus. Bucky wasn’t a small guy-he wasn’t what you’d call a twink, he had some muscles, some fat and was quite tall…and yet Steve was huge compared to him.

And Bucky felt it too. He knew Steve could pin him with his body weight. Cover him completely with his broad frame. And with those arms? He could choke him with his bicep.

Then he felt Steve’s tip pushing into his hole, not stopping until his thighs were flush with Buckys. Even though he tried to do it slow, Bucky was panting and shaking just from this alone. Fuck. He was so responsive.

“Good little slut…so hungry for my cock. This virgin ass is taking me like a champ. Like you were made for me”, he moaned while slowly starting to move, listening to Buckys quiet whines and moans, “already cock drunk baby? Can’t talk?”, he chuckled deeply, quickening his peace when Bucky didn’t answer but only drooled over his pillow.

He grabbed onto Buckys wrists with one while holding his hips with the other one, this way he was able to move Bucky against his own hips movements, pounding him even harder than before, slowly losing himself in pleasure. “Feels so good”, Bucky whined, not even noticing it himself.

“Yeah, I can tell. Look at your pretty cock. Making a mess all over the sheets, so good for me”, he moaned, grabbing Buckys hips harder. Both of them could tell it’ll leave bruises but they didn’t care.

Bucky didn’t care about anything anymore. It’s like his brain was…mush. He had no idea when it had happened. Or what had happened, but he wasn’t thinking about anything anymore. He was just enjoying everything. The tightness of Buckys hole, his quiet whines whenever he grazed his prostate.

Fuck. It felt so good. And Bucky was so sweet, shaking and drooling over his pillow, sometimes biting into the material.

When Steve felt close to coming he grabbed Buckys throat, pulling him up with one hand and pounding into him harder, quicker, while still holding his neck and squeezing more.

And Bucky took it. He couldn’t do anything else. Just take whatever Steve wanted to give him-and it was a lot. “Come for daddy, little slut”, Steve grunted under his breath, wrapping his free hand around Buckys hard cock and stroking it quickly.

Bucky slowly felt dizzy from the lack of oxygen and blood flow from how strong Steve was squeezing his throat, using and moving him like a living sex toy. It made his brain even foggier than it had already been-making him not noticing his own orgasm.

Mewling Buckys cum shot all over the sheets and himself, somehow even hitting his chin. He felt overstimulated when Steve kept on stroking and squeezing his cock, but he couldn’t even say anything, already feeling how he was close to blacking out, “fuck, so good for daddy”, Steve moaned, letting go of Bucky and pushing his head into the pillow, now chasing his own orgasm.

His thrusts made the whole bed shake, the squelch and sound of skin slapping against each other filling the room. “My perfect boy toy”, Steve moaned, watching his own cock disappear in Buckys puffy hole, abused from the rough fucking. And Bucky was still sweetly whining from pleasure.

“M gonna fill your pretty ass till you’ll be leaking”, Steve wasn’t even listening to his own words anymore, not noticing what he was saying at all, since it didn’t make much sense-but in his foggy brain it was all he was thinking about. Filling Bucky. Making him his. Marking him. Bucky was his. Only his. He didn’t even see the barrier of the condom between them anymore-he just wanted to come.

His mouth fell open in a silent moan when he finally reached his peak, still pounding into Bucky before dropping his whole weight over Bucky, covering him with his broad frame, panting and leaving kisses against Buckys neck behind. “So good”, he whispered, only now feeling the younger man’s wrists still being tied behind his back.

He undid them quickly, but not even moving away from him for a second. Bucky sobbed quietly while Steve kissed all over his neck and back, comforting the younger man in a way. “So, so good for daddy”, he whispered into his dark hair, slowly pulling out, quickly throwing the condom into the trash can next tk the bed, before laying onto his back and pulling Bucky over himself. He didn’t care about the mess between them. He didn’t care about anything.

He didn’t even want Bucky to leave.

So he didn’t say anything. Actually…he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to say anything, he just whispered comforting words into Buckys hair while hearing him still sob against his chest. “You did so well. So perfect…perfect for daddy”, he kissed Buckys forehead, now feeling his own eyes being filled with tears.

Steve had no idea what was happening to him. Everything was so much. Too much. He wrapped his arms tighter around Bucky, pulling him even closer against his chest, Buckys tears wetting his skin.

Feeling Buckys tears only made Steve’s tears pour quicker over his cheeks. He felt awful. And incredibly good. He didn’t know what he was feeling.

He didn’t even know why he cared about Buckys well-being. It was only sex-but it was-but-fuck

Steve let out a quiet sob against Buckys hair. He felt like he had hurt him, like it was all too much-especially since it was Buckys first time. Fuck. He had messed up.

But he shouldn’t care about it. Why did he care about how Bucky felt?

But then Bucky looked up at him with his teary eyes, pupils blown wide and a goofy smile on his lips before kissing Steve softly. “Thank you Daddy”, he whispered, quickly hiding his face against Steve’s neck.

Even though it was a lot, Bucky felt euphoric. He had never felt as good as he did now. He felt light. Loved. Cared for.

Steve was holding him in a tight hug, kissing and whispering sweet nothings in his hair, while they slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Steve never let anyone stay the night at his place after a one night stand. He really hadn’t planned to make an exception, but…it just happened.

Thank you for reading! I’d appreciate some feedback ❤️

What do you think why Bucky knows Steve’s surname?👀it’ll be important later on….👀

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🜚 updated nov. 11

[renren-006]

Time | Steve x fem reader (Drabble)

Meeting Steve was like the wind shifted direction, and you could see again, but the winds had to keep shifting right. For a while, the winds worked in your favor, and you got to spend some time with Steve back in the 40s. Of course, things had to change, and he disapproved, and the war ended. The winds kept shifting.

You never truly moved on, always thinking you would see the love of your life passing you on the street in New York. Slowly, time passed, and more wars and men came and went. It wasn't until you were older that Steve truly came back, and he looked the same. 

For a while, that was your history, until it changed. Sometime in 1970, while you were working, you thought for a moment you saw Steve. Your heart started racing as your eyes met his blue ones. You stared through that glass at an older Steve, not the one who went away but one who had aged and seen things. He smiled at you, but by the time you blinked, he was gone. You waited and waited until Steve finally showed up on your porch.

“I'm home,” he told you, and your history changed.

[bluesunshine21]

Y/n : I think it's time for plan B

Steve : we have plan B ?

Y/n : no but it's time for one

[fairyrosepetals]

💌Super-powered Valentine💌

Part 1, Part 2

- TW warning: Slight suggestiveness!

⭐️Steve Rogers⭐️:

We all know this man is old-fashioned, I mean he was literally born in 1918, today’s dating culture still throws him for a loop! 😵‍💫

If you’re seeing this man, make no mistake that he’ll be the one to make the first move. He’d do his best not to stumble over his words and try not to make a fool of himself, but if he’s already madly in love? Forget it

You’ll watch him get pink in the face as he stutters and mumbles, avoiding your concerned gaze as he prays the floor beneath him would swallow him whole. Despite women throwing themselves at his feet, it never was like that when he was skinny and small. The positive attention you give him is something he definitely has to get used to.

Dating this man would involve him bringing you flowers very often! Once the first bouquet died, that was his signal to go out and get you a new one 💐

He will spend so much time rearranging the flowers, determined to gift you the most beautiful bouquets money can buy. When he gifts them to you, he has the biggest smile on his face when you take the flowers from him, happy to know he made you smile!

When Valentine’s Day rolls around, his date ideas definitely make his old dating culture stand out more to you.

As mentioned before, he’d definitely gift you flowers, the classic bouquet of roses and heart box of chocolates. What can I say? It’s a classic Don’t fix it if it’s not broken.

HOWEVER. If you’re against most cliche or overdone Valentine’s Day gifts, don’t worry, Steve’s got you covered. Whether it be that perfume/cologne you were eyeing a few days back, an outfit you’ve been dying to buy for yourself, or maybe something related to a hobby of yours, he’s definitely been paying attention.

He’d never want you disappointed in the gifts he gives you, always making sure you’d love them and that they’re special to you. Even if you aren’t much of a gift person, he still wants to find some sort of way to show his love and devotion to you.

He’d definitely take you to a dance hall if there are still some around. You two would both be laughing and smiling as Steve spun you around, keeping your body close to him as he dipped and held you. The music that was so familiar and dear to him made you feel like you could dance for hours, holding him close as a slow song played. The two of you gently swaying to the music in each other’s arms.

Movie drive-in dates are definitely another date idea of his. Bucky had certainly been on his own fair share of drive-in dates and made sure to tell his best friend every detail about them. While it embarrassed him to learn that many couples didn’t actually go to the drive-ins to watch the movie, it was something he still wanted to do with you.

He loves being able to hold you close, a blanket shared between you two as you snuggled up to watch the movie. If it’s a horror movie, even better! It would just give him an excuse to hold you tight as you cling to him for safety.

And also try the classic yawn-and-stretch trick

Steve Rogers absolutely adores his SO, sending them tender looks their way, holding their face in his hands, gifting things that reminded him of them, and Valentine’s Day is just another excuse to spoil you silly.

🔧Tony Stark🔧:

Unlike Steve, Tony is definitely not old fashioned.

When you’re dating the famous genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, extravagant gifts and dates are definitely not a problem for this man.

When it comes to pursuing you, like most people, you may be irritated of his cocky attitude. Especially if he can’t take the hint.

Over time, he’ll get it and back off, the both of you starting over as you begin to see his true colors. Despite the constant sarcasm and his massive ego always showing, he’s grown to be a sweetheart after taking up the mantle of “Iron-Man”

With Tony’s anxiety, it may be hard to do more public dates. However, he’s not opposed to taking you somewhere secluded and having an expensive dinner date with you. A beach at sun set, a candle lit dinner on the roof of his home, he just wants to be with you in peace.

He absolutely LOVES showing you off. He can get a little jealous with others trying to flirt with you, knowing that you’re definitely way out of their league. That won’t stop him from keeping you by his side during the entirety of a party or at a bar.

Definitely the type to have you on his lap, his hand on your waist as he traces patterns on your hip.

A very touchy man, Can hardly keep his hands off of you whenever you’re around.

He wouldn’t be against leaving hickies on your neck either, not being shy as he leaves them in the most hard to hide spots just to show others that you’re officially taken.

However, if you’re against touch than he gets it and he’ll respect his space even if there are times when he forgets. He doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable at all and will constantly remind himself not too pop your personal space bubble.

Being in a relationship with this man screams “bougie couple”, even if this is the same man willing to wear a Dora wrist watch.

When it comes to Valentine’s Day, you better believe this man will be going all out.

Expensive jewelry, clothing, perfume/cologne, hell he’d go as far as buying you a new car. He just wants to be able to spoil you and show you how much you deserve the world.

He’d love to take you to an expensive restaurant, somewhere where the both of you would get dressed up all nice and enjoy each other’s company. He’d reserve the entire building if that’s what you wanted to do.

If you seem overwhelmed by this, he’s fine with a night in too. A date with both of you in sweat pants and just lounging on the couch with a pizza is also a great date in his eyes.

Overall, Valentine’s Day with this man is very extravagant and quite expensive, but in his defense; He’s never had someone stick by him besides you, even with his snarky attitude. Tony just wants to cherish his SO and give them all the good things you deserve.

⚛️Bruce Banner⚛️:

Bruce is a total sweetheart. Depending when you two met could determine how your relationship established.

If you met him when he first joined the Avengers, be patient with him. If you show him any sort of kindness, he may become skittish, afraid of scaring you off or possibly even hurting you.

He’d be shy, wondering how someone as kind as you could be so unafraid around him. Not to mention how gentle and tender you are, even when he has the strength to snap you in two.

I think you would have to initiate first. The reason being he’s afraid of hurting the one he loves the most, and would most likely love you from a distance. He would be hesitant with starting a relationship, but Bruce wouldn’t miss this opportunity if it meant being with you.

You spending most of your time in the lab, bringing him his coffee and making sure he gets the necessary rest he needs is a common practice within your relationship. Most of the time, he really needs those breathers but gets too consumed in his work to notice.

Somehow always touching you, whether the both of you hav your pinkies linked together, or him holding onto your sleeve or your shirt, it brings him safety because of how much it grounds him. When you’re alone, he loves being able to hold you. He’s so afraid of accidentally breaking you that it’s taken a lot of convincing before he was comfortable enough to touch you.

When he’s able to hold you to his body, he just melts, immediately addicted to your hugs and just the way you treat him so gently.

When Valentine’s Day rolls around, he’s a bit inexperienced in that field. He wants to be able to show you that he appreciates all that you’ve done for him, even if it’s a little difficult for him to do so.

When it comes to Valentines Day gifts, he’s definitely a lot more simpler. He’d give you your favorite flowers in a bouquet, or even gift you a necklace or book you’ve been talking about for awhile. His gifts involve him buying something he thinks you’d adore, but still be able to use rather than the classic Valentine’s teddy bear or box of chocolates.

Date ideas are a little more reserved in nature. You both would end up having dinner-date nights inside your home, the two of you cooking together in the coziness of your home as you catch up with each other.

I can see Bruce liking the classic idea of slow dancing in the kitchen late in the night. The thought of the both of you just swaying to music, just the two of you as he holds you close to him. The feeling makes all his worries and stresses melt away from him knowing he has someone like you waiting for him at home.

Bruce just wants to love and protect his SO. While sometimes he thinks you made a mistake pursuing someone like him with his condition, over the years he begins to realize that he is just as worthy of love as anyone else. He will begin to open up more, and show his love through acts of appreciation for you supporting him through all his ups and downs.

⚡️Thor Odinson⚡️

Thor is definitely more excitable than the rest of the men in the Avengers. During the time he was still trying to understand Earth culture, the both of you made fast friends as he got used to Earth.

Teaching a God how to use the kitchen as well as the bathroom was chaotic to say the least, but he made sure to show his appreciation as much as he could when given the opportunity.

As he began to get used to Earth, he began to take notice of his feelings for you. The way you make him feel as he sees you smile, or how you throw your head back as you laugh at him for him doing something unintentionally funny. He loved seeing how happy he made you just by being himself.

Dates on Earth would be a little chaotic. Considering he is an almighty Norse God, he still has a lot to learn when it comes to human dates. Roller rinks, karaoke bars, or just going to the park for a stroll are dates Thor would happily go on with you if it meant understanding the dating culture better. It would also give him a better opportunity to understand your likes and dislikes.

Before Little Asgard, dates would be much different when Thor would take you back to his home. He would shower you in riches and all the splendors that his home has to offer, but if you take interest in something else within Asgard that isn’t as luxurious as his family riches, he is not opposed to getting you that instead or doing a more simpler date.

Thor is a very affectionate man. Similar to Bruce and Tony, he is always touching you somehow. Whether it’s more subtle like hand-holding or more obvious such as having his hand around your waist. He just loves having you near him and loves when you reciprocate his affection.

Absolutely LOVES trailing kisses on your face, whether it’d be multiple in just your cheeks or just a trail down your neck, he wants to show you that he loves and cherishes you if he’s felt he’s been neglecting you with his “work”.

When Thor finds out about Valentine’s Day for the first time, he’s a bit confused. However, upon googling what the holiday is about, he is surprised that such an old and ancient festival such as Lupercalia was still being celebrated. However, he is a little disappointed that this ancient fertility festival is no longer the same thousands of years ago.

This won’t stop Thor from treating the holiday as an excuse to try and give his love the most lavish gifts he can find. With the help of his mother, and a little bit from his brother, he was able to spoil you like the prince/princess you are on this special day.

Chocolate covered strawberries, your favorite flowers or plants, he made sure to grab all your favorite things and present them to you with a big, proud smile on his face, even if some of his gifts began to take up space within your house. While he did go a little bit overboard with his gifts, you couldn’t help but laugh and give him a kiss from how much thought he put into it.

The next Valentine’s, he now has a general understanding of how to be a good Valentine. Now opting for gifts and food that you love and enjoy rather than grabbing a gaudy Valentine’s Day gift in the aisle of Walmart.

This included dates that hold a more meaningful tone to them, rather than being influenced from the cheesy romantic comedies that are always being played around this time.

While it isn’t perfect, you won’t find anyone else who tries harder than Thor. He wants to be with you forever and always, loving you no matter what life throws at the both of you, and one day, hoping the both of you could start a family, and you becoming his King/Queen.

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With Valentine’s Day around the corner, I thought I’d pump something out really quick! I will be writing more characters, but for now thought Marvel would be a good start!

Feel free to take a look at my fandoms list and make any requests for any of your favorite fandoms!

❤️

[willowsages-blog]

fourth of july with him: Steve Rogers x female reader

-laying out a blanket as it gets dark and chatting with Steve

-sharing candy with steve as he feeds it to you

- When walking into the venue, Steve carries your things 

- steve holds you while the fireworks go off & points at the pretty ones for you

-steve loves the sundresses you wear while brushing on the bottom of the ruffles 

-steve barbeques with your dad & he loves him. They are laughing together the whole time 

-steve tells you how much he loves you & how steve loves your Fourth of July recipes  

[spaceyeehaw101]

Okay so this is just random and off topic for my posts but bro HOW ARE STUCKY SHIPPERS STILL ALIVE AND THRIVING???? Like obv no hate! (I was an HUGE Stucky Shipper in Middle School and still Love the ship) But like oml BRO maybe it was just me who abandoned ship lol💀💀💀But like if ur still in the Stucky fandom my hats off to you! Right on!! Ngl I thought it was gonna be a ghost town, but then again Stucky was one of the BIGGEST ships in the fandom and may or not still be lol. Ngl I miss scrolling through the tag like all the time, it was my biggest comfort ship and I drew art of them CONSTANTLY, like I had entire AUs dedicated to them. Guess hurt/comfort never dies😞, I'm just rambling at this point but still, Stucky shippers u rule.

[macverse]

Yuletide

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It's Christmas and you finally have time alone with your super soldier

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A/N: Thank you's too @empty-sigh(18+), @moderndaymystic, @sarahdonald87 (18+), and @babyjakes (18+), @daddyneeds-you (18+), @serephineh, @bloodbending, @fucktoyfelix (18+), @fandomfluffandfuck (18+), @quinnandersonwrites for inspo, motivation and reference content.

I do not write smut y'all. I was blushing all the way through this. Not because of the smut. Because I was writing it. I read things like this all the time. Writing it was an experience! But the idea had to let out and here we are. I'm glad all of these beautiful people's pages exist and help me through this fic. Thank you.

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“Y/N, come here,” Steve calls you from the living room, “What is this.”

You’d spent most of the afternoon making the living room in the rented cabin nestled in the woods feel cozy and inviting. It had been a while since you and Steve had had any time alone together and you wanted to make it special. You found an abundance of candles in the store closets and piled every cozy blanket and pillow over every seating surface and on the floor. You imagined Steve would have you moaning and writhing all over the room and couldn’t wait to feel the soft chunky knit pillows and faux fur blankets on your overstimulated skin. 

You transformed the living room while Steve was outside chopping firewood. While you raced around the cabin for supplies, you stopped for a moment to watch him through a window that looked out over the yard. You felt your breath quicken as he swung the axe up and over his head as if it were nothing, easily gliding through log after log, the large snowflakes steadily falling around him. Something about the steady and repetitive thwack of the axe caused your attention to hone in on the space between your thighs. Nothing about the simple act of chopping wood should have made you feel aroused but your body tingled in all the right places as you watched Steve’s muscles work under the tight, long-sleeved shirt he wore as he worked through the pile of wood. 

When Steve came back in, you’d pretended nothing was going on as he placed the basket filled with the large pile of wood he carried inside. You handed him a steaming hot cup of coffee and diverted him from the living room by telling him you’d started the shower so that it would be nice and warm. He kissed you sweetly and headed off to the shower none the wiser to what you’d been up to. You were supposed to be making Steve an apple pie while you’d been purposefully redecorating. You tried to make up for lost time weaving the lattice top and didn’t hear him as he snuck by, finding your surprise before you had meant to reveal it.

“With the way that snow is coming down out there, I thought we could spend some time together however you’d like,” you said feigning innocence, “You’ve just finished a long mission, Steve. I thought maybe I could help you relax.”

Steve looks around the room, taking in the near fire-starting amount of candles and all the plush items before turning to look at you, “You did all this for me, dollface?”

You nod sweetly in reply and slowly unbutton the thick cable knit cardigan you’d had on to keep warm. Underneath, you had on a cropped wrap top that gently cupped your naked breasts and a long peasant skirt that would easily slip from your body the minute you unbuckled the belt from your waist. You shivered slightly as the warmer material fell to the ground. When you saw Steve's eyes darken as he took in your exposed skin you knew that you’d be warm enough soon. It wasn’t just the sight of your exposed body that was turning his mood. It was the sight of every tattoo on your skin. 

The first time you'd done anything sexual with Steve, he'd paid special attention to the places where your original tattoos were. When you’d met him, you’d only had a few simple, small tattoos. The change in his mood over the few lines of ink surprised you. He gripped your hip almost too roughly where you had an outlined heart. He licked and nipped at your skin with his teeth, alternating between your sensitive nipples and catching your skin just below the swell of your breasts where you had a line of text. His large hands securely held down and stroked your wrist where you had your favorite book quote as he drove into you. Long gone was the good ‘ol boy routine that had swept you off your feet. It was replaced with something primal, darker, and hungry. 

Afterward, he’d asked you about them. It wasn’t just curiosity. Steve wanted to know what they meant. Wanting to know why you got them. Wanted to know how you felt when you were getting them. It made you feel as if he was making sure that your tattoos were not connected to anyone other than you. That was when he confessed to you how much he liked tattoos. Told you about how it made him feel, to see the ink permanently there on someone’s skin. How hard it made him to see something he’d drawn on someone's skin. How uncontrollably he felt when he saw it if he’d put it there himself. How much the idea of permanently marking someone like that turned him on.

He’d confessed how badly he’d wanted one himself but never could because the super soldier serum running through his veins was constantly healing him and erasing any ink he’d put on his skin. You’d asked him if he wanted to do that to you, to mark your skin. That was the first time you’d seen his mood turn like this, a dark lust building in his eyes. They burned with the desire that heated you to your core. He was back on you before you realized, filling your already aching cunt with his quickly hardening cock, his voice several octaves lower cut right through you as he said over and over again ‘yes’, ‘mine’, ‘gonna mark you’, ‘all fucking mine’.

That was when he started lovingly mapping out the tattoos that adorn your skin now...

Read the rest on my AO3.

[milady-pink]

Question for all my minority readers:

[mcu-binge]

Love in Brooklyn pt 5

A couple of hours after finishing up at the bakery, I walked into my apartment, tossing my keys onto the counter and heading straight for the shower. The hot water was exactly what I needed to unwind after the day. My thoughts drifted back to Steve—his easy smile, the way he moved through the bakery like he belonged there, and that hug. Get a grip, Dani, I told myself. You barely know the guy.

As I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, my phone buzzed on the counter. I glanced at the screen, seeing a text from my best friend, Sofia.

Sofia: Got invited to this PR party for an art gallery in Manhattan tonight. Wanna come with me? Free drinks, fancy people, and you could use a night out. Don’t make me go alone!

I smiled at the text, rolling my eyes. Sofia was always dragging me to events like this, but after a day in the bakery—and the unexpected encounter with Steve—I figured maybe a night out wasn’t such a bad idea.

Me: Alright, I’m in. What time are we going?

Sofia: *I’ll pick you up in an hour. Wear something hot. ;)

I laughed, setting my phone down. I quickly dressed, slipping into a sleek black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places, and paired it with my favorite heels. I kept my makeup simple but elegant, adding a bold red lip for a pop of color. I loosely curled my hair quickly seeing as I was running out of time. After a final check in the mirror, I grabbed my clutch and headed out to meet Sofia.

The art gallery was stunning, all modern lines and high ceilings, with abstract pieces displayed on the walls. It was the kind of place that made you feel like you should know something about art—even if you didn’t. Sofia and I arrived fashionably late, as usual, and we were immediately handed champagne flutes as we entered the party.

“Not bad, huh?” Sofia said, taking a sip of her drink and scanning the room. “Fancy art, fancy people… but more importantly, free booze.”

I laughed, clinking my glass against hers. “You always know how to find the best parties.”

We wandered through the gallery, admiring the artwork and enjoying the drinks. It was a fun, lighthearted atmosphere, and after a couple of glasses of champagne, I was starting to relax and really enjoy myself. That was, until I spotted someone familiar across the room.

Steve.

Standing across the room, in a corner near one of the larger paintings, was none other than Steve Rogers. He was dressed sharply in a tailored suit, chatting with a few people, but as if sensing my gaze, he turned and locked eyes with me.

Sofia followed my gaze and raised an eyebrow. “Who’s the hottie?”

I shook my head, still in disbelief. “You won’t believe this, but that’s Steve. The guy from the gym—and my bakery. The one I was telling you about.”

Her eyes widened, a grin spreading across her face. “You’re kidding me. Wait, did he follow you here?”

I laughed. “No, I don’t think so. At least, I hope not.”

Sofia smirked. “Well, go say hi. I’ll be over by the bar if you need me.”

I raised an eyebrow, smirking as I made my way over to him. "Are you stalking me now?" I teased, stopping just short of him.

Steve’s lips curved into a lopsided grin, his eyes lighting up with recognition. “Stalking? No, just enjoying a night out with a friend,” he replied, motioning toward the group he had been talking to.

I glanced over at the group, noticing a few familiar faces from the art world. “A friend, huh?”

He laughed softly. “I swear, it’s purely coincidental. What about you? Didn’t expect to see you here either.”

I shrugged, leaning a little closer to him, enjoying the banter. “A friend dragged me out. I couldn’t say no.”

“Well,” Steve said, his voice dropping just slightly, “I’m glad she did. You look…” He paused, his eyes trailing over my dress before meeting mine again. “Incredible.”

The compliment sent a small thrill through me, and I couldn’t help but smile. “You clean up pretty well yourself, Rogers.”

He chuckled, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer. “So, what do you think of the gallery?”

I took a sip of my drink, glancing around. “It’s beautiful. I don’t usually make it to events like this, but I’m glad I came.”

Steve nodded, his eyes still on me, the energy between us shifting from playful to something warmer. “Me too.”

For a while, we stood there, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. He told me more about his "friend" inside the gallery—someone who was helping curate the event—and I filled him in on the bakery, how my dad would probably still be trying to “test” him if he were around.

“So,” I said, leaning against the wall beside him, “are you going to take up baking full-time, or was that a one-day thing?”

Steve laughed, shaking his head. “I think I’ll stick to being a part-time apprentice. I don’t want to steal your job or anything.”

"Thank you," I said with a wink.

“So, Dani, what brings you to a fancy art gallery on a Saturday night?”

“My friend Sofia dragged me out,” I said, nodding toward the bar where Sofia was now chatting with a group of people. “She got an invite, and I figured why not?”

“And here I was thinking you came just to see me,” Steve teased, his eyes twinkling.

I laughed, taking a sip of my champagne. “If I had known you were going to be here, maybe I would have.”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“Maybe,” I said coyly, enjoying the playful banter between us. There was something so easy about talking to him, like we’d known each other for much longer than just a few days.

Sofia had made herself busy with some PR world friends and I was happy to get to spend more time with Steve and champagne lots of it.

"Are you an art fan," I asked as he stared at an abstract painting.

"I wouldn't go as far as saying fan, but sometimes they have some good stuff." He answered honestly.

"I never understand them," I admit.

"Well apparently...." he drags "its about how it makes you feel." He finishes making me laugh.

"This makes me feeeeeeeel....dizzy." I giggle.

"I think thats the champagne." Steve laughs. I finish my glass and he takes the empty glass handing it over to a waiter who takes it.

As the party began to wind down and people started trickling out of the gallery, Steve glanced at his watch. “It’s getting late. Do you want me to walk you home?”

I laughed softly, glancing out the window at the sparkling Manhattan skyline. “I live in Brooklyn. That’s one long walk, even for you.”

He grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling in that effortlessly charming way. “Fair enough. Let’s grab a cab then.”

We made our way outside, the cool night air a stark contrast to the warmth of the gallery. I shivered slightly, and without hesitation, Steve draped his jacket over my shoulders again. The gesture was automatic, like it was second nature to him to take care of people.

“Thanks,” I said softly, pulling the jacket tighter around myself.

“Of course,” he replied, looking down at me with that soft, genuine smile of his.

Steve stepped out to the edge of the street and flagged down a yellow cab. The car pulled up to the curb, and he opened the door for me with a small, teasing bow. “After you, Dani.”

I smirked at his old-fashioned gesture, but I liked it. It felt nice, different from the usual cocky bravado I was used to from other guys. I slid into the back seat of the cab, and he followed, settling in beside me.

The driver glanced back at us. “Where to?”

I gave him the address of my loft in Brooklyn, and we pulled away from the curb, merging into the late-night traffic of Manhattan.

The city lights flickered by as we drove across the bridge, the skyline fading in the rearview mirror. For the first few minutes, we sat in comfortable silence, the hum of the city buzzing faintly outside the cab windows. I glanced at Steve out of the corner of my eye, noticing how relaxed he looked, his gaze out the window as if he was taking it all in.

“So,” Steve finally broke the silence, turning to me, “I have to ask—did you have fun tonight?”

I laughed, the sound escaping before I could stop it. “I’m more of a simple girl, but I actually had a good time. The art was nice, but the company was better.” I glanced at him meaningfully, enjoying the way his expression softened just a little.

“Glad to hear it,” he replied, his tone just as playful. “I was worried I’d scared you off with all this fancy Manhattan stuff.”

“Please,” I waved a hand dismissively. “It takes more than that to scare me.”

Steve chuckled, leaning back in his seat. “Good to know. You seem like someone who can handle just about anything.”

The cab passed over the bridge, leaving the city behind, and the familiar streets of Brooklyn came into view. The conversation flowed easily between us, the teasing banter turning into something softer, more genuine. There was something about Steve—something that made me want to open up to him, even though we’d only known each other for a short time.

“So, you really don’t get tired of the whole ‘Captain America’ thing?” I asked, half-joking but genuinely curious. “People must look at you like some kind of superhero everywhere you go.”

Steve gave me a lopsided grin. “It comes with the territory, I guess. But honestly? It’s not as glamorous as people think. Most days, I’m just trying to keep up with everything.”

“Yeah?” I tilted my head, intrigued. “Like what?”

He shrugged, his gaze turning contemplative as he stared out the window. “Just… life. The world’s different now than it was when I first got into all this. And sometimes, it feels like I’m playing catch-up. Trying to figure out where I fit.”

There was a hint of vulnerability in his voice, something I hadn’t expected. I wasn’t used to hearing people talk like that—but it made him feel more real, more human.

“I get that,” I said quietly, resting my head against the back of the seat. “Life changes fast. Sometimes it feels like everything’s shifting, and you’re just trying to keep up with it.”

Steve glanced over at me, his expression softening. “Exactly. And then you meet someone, or find something that makes it all feel… less chaotic. Like it makes sense.”

I wasn’t sure if he was talking about me, but the way his eyes held mine made my heart skip a beat. I swallowed, suddenly feeling the weight of the moment.

Before I could respond, the cab pulled up in front of my building, breaking the spell between us. The driver turned around. “That’ll be 60 even.”

Steve immediately reached for his wallet, pulling out a hundred and handing it to the driver before I could protest. “Keep the change.”

“Hey, I could’ve paid for that,” I said, giving him a playful glare as we both climbed out of the cab.

He smirked, shutting the door behind him. “You can get the next one.”

I rolled my eyes but smiled as we walked toward the entrance of my building. The streets were quiet, the soft hum of Brooklyn at night creating a peaceful atmosphere. When we reached the front door of my apartment, I hesitated, turning to face him.

“Thanks for bringing me home,” I said softly, feeling a little awkward now that we were at the end of the night. “I had a good time.”

Steve smiled, his hands sliding into his pockets . “I did too. Maybe we could do it again sometime?”

My heart fluttered at the suggestion. I nodded, trying to play it cool. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

For a moment, we just stood there, the quiet between us filled with something unspoken. Steve stepped a little closer, his hand brushing against mine as if testing the waters.

“I should probably head back,” he said softly, his voice low.

I nodded, feeling the moment slip away. “Yeah, of course.”

But neither of us moved, and before I knew what I was doing, I leaned up, brushing a soft kiss against his cheek. Steve blinked in surprise, a slow smile spreading across his face as I pulled back.

“Goodnight, Rogers,” I said, stepping back toward the door.

“Goodnight, Dani,” he replied, his voice warm.

With one last smile, I turned and headed inside, my heart racing as I closed the door behind me. I leaned against it for a moment, trying to catch my breath. I couldn’t deny the chemistry between us, the way he made me feel… I barely knew him. Yet, somehow, that didn’t seem to matter.

As I headed up to my loft, I couldn’t help but wonder where this unexpected connection with Steve might lead.

[littlemissmarvelous]

Destiny

Bucky x reader

So this was random and at some point I may rewrite this because i feel like it might be crap. Idk, but definitely putting a warning for fluff and angst. So, hope it’s okay :,-)

Pls don’t steal work thanks much love

Its said everyone has a purpose in life. A true calling that’s discovered at some point during one’s life span. Some find out early on, some late.

You? You found out on a random Saturday afternoon on an open jet.

You found out with the harsh wind blowing my hair and stinging your eyes.

You found out when my teammates eyes shed tears and mouths released screams.

You found out the second he smiled at me when we first met.

Your destiny, my calling…was him.

It was loving him in every moment because the man couldn’t seem to fathom he was adored.

It was listening to his deep thoughts when his thoughts plagued him too much to sleep, so you decided to lose sleep too.

It was holding him tight and whispering calming words as the screams and sobs wracked his body after yet another terrible nightmare.

It was helping him do his hair because sometimes his metal arm just made it impossible, and he always said he loved how soft your touch felt on his scalp. It calmed him, he said. That was enough for you to do it whenever he asked, no matter what.

It was letting him have his space when he needed it yet also simply sitting on the couch watching old reruns of his favorite show when he craved your company.

It was getting up early to make his coffee when you knew he has a rough night. The warm cup making his blue eyes a little more alive.

Today though?

Today your destiny was to save him.

And as his best friend screamed as he was pulled of the jet by the enemy you heard him sob, “I just got him back.”

So you didn’t think twice. Like it was almost a reflex that you grabbed the parachute device and simply threw yourself off the plane right after then.

There were yells after you but they fell to deaf ears.

You were dead set, no doubt in your heart as you fell towards the hostile holding him.

His eyes found yours as he wrestled his assailant and you saw the alarm set in. “No! Y/n what are you doing!!”

As you nearly reached them you grabbed your knife from your side and yelled back, “saving you, what does it look like?!” You reach out as all three of you fell towards the ground, the hand holding the knife now reaching to meet the assailants chest, killing instantly. Only then did you notice that he didn’t fall away.

No, because Buckys hand gripped the only thing stopping the bomb hidden on the man from going off. If he let go, that was it and would die either way hitting the ground.

Looking down you saw you didn’t have much time before hitting the ground happened, gripping the parachute device and slapped it on his back without him noticing.

With tears in your eyes you yell over the loud air, “I love you!”

Tears gather in his eyes as well as he yells back, “I love you too!”

Gripping his vest you pull him in for a kiss.

The last kiss you would share.

Your fingers replaced his with speed on the detonator to not set it off at the same time you pressed on the parachute device, sending him floating upwards and away from harm.

You saw his eyes widen as he screamed but you couldn’t make it out as you fell even farther towards the ground. At peace you closed your eyes and let go of the detonator.

Destiny fulfilled.