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greasydumbfuck · 20 days
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i like thinking about how all the versions of frank i know are so gentle with civilians in a certain way. its always "it was my pleasure", "youre safe im not going to hurt you" and "just stay still youre fine" while hes defusing an actual bomb. its always we cant shoot at the strip club because the workers are going to get injured and we cant have that above most else. the punisher is big and scary and kills people without a second thought but if you didnt ask to be there and are just a regular guy wrapped up in situations way beyond you he is also so gentle and its driving me insane
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mindshelter · 9 months
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the thing is that facing the stone cold reality that xina loved him—loves him—would be infinitely more crushing if the truth had been otherwise. sure, a more selfish version of him found it advantageous to convince himself that she had been the one more invested in their relationship, but once they begin again miguel is content to believe her posturing. that she only dated him out of pity, and what they had was this temporary, fun thing that would have dissolved on its own, anyway.
what would that mean? that he told this miracle that stood up against his father, made growing up bearable at all, that he chose over ending his own life—that she wasn't enough? it's a worse heartbreak than if she never loved him at all; in his mind, if she was the best thing that ever happened to him... all evidence now points in the direction that he was the worst thing that ever happened to her.
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indigosabyss · 2 months
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Unexpected Baggage Pt 3
Erik left the bar with three cooling bodies inside, hands tucked into his pocket as the door shut itself behind him.
Kamala was watching him carefully, positioned far away from the windows. He had asked her to wait outside, but he knew she had heard everything. Whether she could speak German or not, the gunshot and screams and blood splatters should be enough context for her to know what happened.
"I know..." He started off uncomfortably, "I know you have nowhere else to go. But that had to be done. The things they've done- you can't imagine."
"It happens, I guess." She replied dully, "Not, not really my place to say, is it? I just want Monica back."
Right. The woman named Monica Rambeau, who Kamala had come from the future to rescue.
"I have no idea how to do that." He admitted, "Searching the entire world is... An impossible task. But I'll try to figure out a way."
Kamala nodded, and briskly began walking away from the bar, "Let's get out of here. You get any information from the Nazis that I didn't hear?"
"He's in Miami." Erik replied, following after her.
"The... Herr Doktor guy or some other person connected to him?" Her question was disinterested, but he knew she was just pretending at it.
"It's Schmidt." He confirmed, and didn't add Finally, but the bitter excitement still poured through.
"He work for HYDRA?"
"Huh?"
Kamala nodded, readjusting her grip on her bag, "HYDRA, scientific weapons development division of Nazi Germany? They took over an American counter-terrorism wing after WW2. Huge scandal when the documents all got leaked. My friend Bruno and I learned cryptography to help decode them."
All this she delivered in quick expressionless monologue, and then tacking on, "Or, you know. Things could have gone differently in this dimension."
But too many details were lining up perfectly in his mind.
"Well." Erik decided, "Good thing America is our next stop."
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supremestrangeness · 4 months
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OOC: Some thoughts on What If S2
I’ve had some thoughts I’ve been sitting on ever since the finale of what if S2, and the fact I see so many people talking about how ‘it never happened’ or they felt it was ‘ooc’ and I’m very much a proponent of “have fun in creative spaces” and “everyone has their valid different tastes” but I feel strongly enough to put this forward:
Strange Supreme never had redemption, in canon season 1. He never sought it. He was recruited to do a good thing, and went along with it clearly because he had nothing on his plate. He was “paid” for his services, in being granted the ability to travel the multiverse. The end of his story in season 1 foreshadowed what he did next.
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In his mind, poisoned by monsters and demons and bad magic or not, he was doing what he’s always done: whatever it takes to achieve his goals. In his mind he’s a hero, proactive go-getter who, like Stephens across the multiverse, finds rules to be guidelines more than hard set rules. He does feel remorse for what he did, to his universe, to all those people, but he is still unhinged in the “a danger to those around him” sort of way. It’s only in those last moments of his final episode that he truly finds repentance and redemption. It is the completion of his arch as a whole.
For those who are fans of the comics, there’s little tastes of Mr Misery, the magic forge being his work around for the costs of magic and avoiding the magic auditors (a storyline I thought was stupid but enjoyed all the same). It all tracks to the core of the character.
Could the episode have been written better? Absolutely, but I feel the problems lay moreso in pacing issues and their shoving Peggy down our throats (I do like her don’t get me wrong, but their handling has made me very uggh about it) than characterization.
Write whatever fanfiction you want, that’s the joy of fan fiction! Characterize him however you like, the multiverse is full of infinite variations! It’s ok to be sad a character you really like didn’t get more screen time, I’m right there with you, but I really do love the story we got as a whole. It might have been clumsy but the core of it made sense to me and was beautiful, and as someone who hyperfixates on weird little guys who often don’t get as much screen time and content as I’d like, I treasure what we got.
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kermit-coded · 2 months
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man, there's a part of me that wants to see rictor just fuckin... go all out with his powers in a moment of rage and/or grief. i wanna see him rip the earth apart and bring it all down and explode motherfuckers. let him go buckwild, as a treat. he deserves it.
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martianbugsbunny · 9 months
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It's not as fun for me to watch the Captain America movies anymore because even though it's on me for actually thinking Marvel might have Steve and Bucky end up together, it was one hundred per-cent a reasonable assumption to make. The chemistry was there. The history. The narratives revolving around each other's lives. Steve saying it's hard to find someone he has shared experiences with when there's a man who matches that description heart achingly well. Bucky knowing Steve so deep within his core that not even brainwashing and mental torture can keep him from remembering. I'm with you to the end of the line being almost like a marriage vow. The way Bucky can't remember the name of the girl he dated once (but Steve can) but he remembers the part of that experience that involved Steve. The way he's believed in Steve since before he was Captain America. The way Steve would literally rather die than hurt Bucky anymore once he knows the world is safe, even if he doesn't know whether or not Bucky will have mercy on him (and it's not even important if he believes Bucky will, because that wouldn't have any impact on Steve's decision to stop fighting). The way they just keep haunting each other. The way it should be impossible for them to still exist together but the universe conspired to save them both for the twenty-first century. The way Bucky is the only person alive who knows that Steve used to put newspapers in his shoes. The way that's all Steve needs to hear from him to know this is Bucky and not the Winter Soldier.
No, I don't expect that every ship will become canon. But can you blame me for hurting when something that felt so much like eternal love, that felt so close to seeing people like me up there on the movie screen, didn't get to happen when it so easily could've?
Would you blame Icarus for plunging too hard into a taste of freedom, after being locked away for years, when it was really the weakness of the wax and the fury of the sun that killed him?
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qcomicsy · 1 year
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It's been a while since I've read read the comic (punisher vs Deadpool) but I'm pretty sure he was chill.
I remember Wade flirting and kissing him and he just being annoyed but not outraged or literally disgusted by him.
Or acting as he has some type of moral ground over him. Or his life has more value on itself than Wade.
And you know what? I respect that.
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akkivee · 1 year
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some of my favourite kuukou bangers lol
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briefcasejuice · 2 years
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for: @itwasthereaminuteago
marvel's daredevil - 2.07 charlie cox as matt murdock
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Ben Reilly: Scarlet Spider (Vol. 1/2017), #8.
Writer: Peter David; Penciler and Inker: William Sliney; Colorists: Jason Keith and Andrew Crossley; Letterer: Joe Caramagna
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nonsupe-a · 1 year
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also give me more threads facing the aftermath of supes or otherwise powered individuals !!!     good and bad honestly.
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age-of-moonknight · 1 year
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“Ill Met by Moonlight,” Moon Knight (Vol. 9/2021), #24.
Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Federico Sabbatini; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit
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daydreamerdrew · 1 year
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The Incredible Hulk (1968) #252
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bethannangel · 2 years
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The emotional impact of Killmonger saying “I’ll take you both, Uncle James” to really show the betrayal he felt after his father’s death. How he probably didn’t even know his whole life that Uncle James was Wakandan until this moment.
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wondersinwaynemanor · 1 month
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let's pretend that this is the right timeline because what if Dick becomes Batman at the same time when Wally becomes The Flash?
let's also say that this is just like the Justice League animated series wherein the League members don't know each member's identities (except of course Bruce, he knows everybody).
how funny would it be if Dick and Wally are together and the rest of the League are confused because all of a sudden Batman and Flash are close like super close? i mean they have witnessed how Flash gets intimidated by Batman. now, that's not the case anymore.
during a meeting:
Hal, leaning to John during a League meeting, whispers: I'm not losing my mind, right?
John, whispers back: I think I know what you mean.
Hal: Why is Flash making heart eyes to Bats????
John: I know??? Flash doesn't even look him in the eyes before.
Hal: That's so odd, dude.
Batman glances at the two Green Lanterns which makes them shut up.
meanwhile, across the table, Martian Manhunter has a light smile on his lips and Superman covers his laugh with a cough.
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at the cafeteria:
Ollie: Hey, Dinah. Have you noticed something unusual between Batman and Flash lately?
Dinah: It is quite unusual, huh? I was talking to Hawkgirl the other day and she said she saw Flash bridal carry Bats.
Ollie: What the actual fu-
Flash, approaches the couple's table with a big bowl of nachos on his hand: Hey, guys! Mind if I sit with you?
Ollie and Dinah give a knowing look at each other. a conversation they definitely will finish later.
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during in an another planet mission:
Batman, after announcing everyone's partners for the mission:... And lastly, I will pair up with Flash in today's mission.
Flash grins widely, that has Arthur thinking his cheeks might be hurting after that.
Arthur: Yeah, yeah. At this point, we already know, Bats!
the Green Lanterns, along with Captain Marvel and Booster Gold, snicker at his comment.
Batman ignores Arthur's comment and the rest of the members scatter to their assigned locations.
Victor, who was paired with Arthur: Was gonna give that comment too.
Arthur: It's like they are inseparable all of a sudden.
Victor, shakes his head: Well, I have seen weirder things.
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in the meeting hall:
Wonder Woman, pulls Batman in the corner of the room: Okay, that's enough. You are truly ignoring me. What is going on with you lately?
Batman: Did the rest of the League put you up to this?
Wonder Woman, has her hands on her hips: They didn't need to. So, tell me. And don't you ever lie to me, I can see right through you, Batman.
Batman, sighs: It's hard for me to explain. I can't-I can't tell you right now.
Wonder Woman: Hera! Now, Bru-Batman.
before Batman responses, the door of the meeting hall opens and in comes Robin with his katana. the conversations between the League members come to a stop as they stare at the young hero.
Robin, glances at everyone, before approaching Flash: I need help with an important matter.
Flash, smiles and ruffles Robin's hair, as if that's second nature: Of course, little dude.
Hal, stands up from his seat: THAT'S IT! Can somebody tell me what the hell is going on????
Ollie, stands up with him: Are we in another dimension that I don't know about?????
Dinah pulls Ollie down by his arm to make him sit again.
the rest of the League members start to converse against each other.
Superman, floats a bit from his seat: Why don't we all settle down? There's nothing to be alarmed about.
Robin, shakes his head: Tt. Absolute fools.
by the time Bruce and Barry are back:
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Bruce, pinches the bridge of his nose: Chum, you could at least be discreet with Wally.
Dick: It's not my fault, B! I swear I was going to explain to Aunt Diana then Dami entered the room.
Damian: Tt. Don't blame me, Grayson. Why don't you lecture West on how to be more responsible? He left me on read when I asked help for my Science project.
Dick, sighs: And what about Timmy? He could have helped.
Damian: I don't want anything to do with Drake.
Bruce massages his temples as he feels a headache coming up.
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Barry: Wally!!!!
Wally, zooms right in front of Barry: I couldn't help it, okay?? Dick is just irresistible.
Iris giggles as she prepares the table for dinner.
Barry, sighs: That's alright. I'll talk to Bats on how we can explain it to the team.
Wally, grins and sits down by the table: It was hard not to laugh at them. They were so confused.
Barry, chuckles: I'm sure Hal's expression was the funniest.
Wally, laughs: You have no idea, Uncle Barry.
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rowarn · 9 months
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hear me out....
afab!reader, no prns, simon is smitten <3, cunnilingus, wet&messy, creampie !!!
; in which simon cucks some poor guy for flirting with u <3
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going out with simon to a bar one night. simon thought u looked so precious dressed up just for him. he's got that "wear what you want, i can fight" mentality as he should.
some random guy slides up to your table with a cheesy smile and a bravery that surprised even simon. he was sitting right there and the guy didn't bat an eye. that was unusual — simon was a big guy with an intimidating stare to go along with it.
and you - a little too polite and sweet to tell the guy flat out to fuck off, gives simon an apologetic little look.
and fuck, simon thinks, you're so precious. you really melt his heart.
the guy makes some corny joke about a threesome, condescension dripping from his voice as he really thinks you would choose him over simon. the bloke really believed you would go home with him.
simon finally interjects from where he has been nursing his whiskey and just watching — making very sure the guy didn't cross any lines beyond making a fool of himself in front of you.
"sure why not?" he says, concealing a grin when the guy turns to gawk at him, asking if he was serious.
and that's how you wind up in a hotel — simon would never allow some random asshole into your shared home.
the second you all stepped in, simon pulled up a chair and directed the guy to sit while simon "got you ready". the guy was thrilled, it tickled simon something fierce.
and you, still so sweet for him, cling onto and pepper kisses on simon's face the second he's within your reach. he adores it. adores you.
simon gives the poor idiot a show, pinning your knees to your chest and letting him marvel at how fucking pretty you are; pussy shiny with a sheen of your arousal. he bets the guy thinks it's all for him but no. you only get so wet and needy for simon.
simon eats you out like a champ — urged even more than usual by new eyes watching. simon has a point to prove.
you're whining and moaning, twitching in the cute way you do when simon rolls his tongue over the hardened bud of your clit and fuck, he's drooling. literally. it mixes with your juices and makes you even wetter and messier and he loves it.
he makes you cum on his tongue alone. hard. you gasp and sob, legs sweetly kicking out as he feels you throb on his tongue. usually he adds some fingers into the mix to prep you but not today. he wants you to feel the full stretch of him this time.
he thinks he hears the guy make some comment about how lovely you are and how he can't wait to have a turn with you.
'in your dreams maybe' simon thinks bitterly. he can't believe the guy thinks he can compare to him. simon knows for a fact the dude wouldn't even be able to make you cum — simons taken the time to learn your body, learn what you like and what you need before you even say it. simon has devoted himself to you and no one could ever compete with that.
simon turns you over and manhandles you into position on your knees, gently pressing down on your back so you lean down onto your chest. you're still trembling and twitching occasionally from the orgasm he can still taste on his tongue. he thinks it's adorable.
the guy pipes up, complaining and asking when he's gonna get a turn because his cocks so hard it hurts.
simon decided it's as good a time as any to break the news to him — you're not gettin' a turn mate. just enjoy the show, yeah?
the guy starts whining and complaining as simon slowly and carefully sinks into you. you're so wet and tight around him that he feels the breath punch out of his lungs.
his hand is careful as it wraps around the back of your neck, using the grip as leverage as he begins to rock into you. you're still getting used to being full of him — he hadn't prepped you properly so he knows it stings a bit.
you still sweetly coo and whimper as he moves slowly and carefully. before long you're grinding back against him, a silent request for more. and he's more than happy to provide.
soon enough he's fucking you like you deserve. you're crying out into the bed and creaming real nice around the base of him. you have the blankets wrapped tight in your firsts and you're so loud about how good he's making you feel.
simon chances a glance at the idiot in the room and see how intensely he's staring at you, mouth slightly agape and eyes lidded.
simon nearly puffs up in pride — you're his and he's fucking you so well for his audience.
he picks up the pace, the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your tender clit is intoxicating. your body trembles and twitches at the onslaught of stimulation. you cry out his name, praise him for making you feel so good.
simons grip changes to the front of your neck, carefully urging you up onto your knees with your back to his chest. he feels you clench around him when you're reminded of how fucking big he is compared to you — broad shoulders and huge hands that dwarf your own. he's built and firm against you, sturdy and safe.
in this new position, he can freely grope your bouncing tits as he resumes fucking you. he make sure to angle his hips to hit that sweet little spot inside you that makes your back bow against him and your eyes roll back in your head.
"look at me, love," he orders when you close your eyes.
when you do as he tells you, your eyes are teary and dazed — a testament to how well he's fucking you. how well he always fucks you.
you desperately reach for one of his hands, dragging it down your body to the apex of your thighs. simon wastes no time in pressing the pads of his fingers against your clit. your thighs twitch the second he starts circling the little bud, his fingers getting wet with your juices.
he can't resist craning his neck down to press his lips against yours. simon isn't big on kissing — he finds it to be almost too intimate. it's different from sex. it makes him feel a little too vulnerable for comfort. but in that moment he craves it. he needs to kiss you.
you give no warning when you cum. your nails bite into his arm but he barely feels it over the right vice grip your cunt has around his cock. you tremble and whine into his mouth, unwilling to break the kiss he had bestowed upon you.
you drench his cock, creaming and soaking him in your cum. it drops down his balls and your thighs and drives him to his own end.
"where do you want it?" he asks, although he knows the answer.
he just want s your guest to hear you say it. he wants him to hear how you beg to be filled with cum, how you whine to be stuffed nice and full.
"i-inside!" you gasp so sweetly for him that it melts his cold heart, "please, simon. want it inside!"
simon's head drops to your shoulder, burying his face in your neck as he gives you a few more mind-numbing thrusts into your still twitching pussy before he groans through gritted teeth and spills into you just like you wanted.
he pulls out quicker than he usually does just to watch his load drip out and soil your thighs that were covered in your own cum.
simon catches you when you slump, carefully lowering you onto the bed while you catch your breath.
the guy is still sitting there. they meet gazes and simon jerks his head to the side, indicating towards the door.
the guy huffs and stalks away, blue balled and unsatisfied but clearly he enjoyed the show if the bulge in his jeans was any indication.
simon can only hope he got his message across. <3
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