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chaosvillainy · 7 months
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*Y/N and Strange watching Scarlet Witch from a distance*
Y/N: That’s her. That’s the girl I have a crush on.
Y/N: Thoughts?
Strange: …
Strange: And prayers, girl.
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fotibrit · 2 months
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did you know that they cut out a forehead kiss from tony to peter in endgame? during the final battle when tony hugs him? yeah. now i'm crying.
I did know that :) i’ve seen a few different scrapped versions of that scene. A lot of people really love the forehead/cheek kiss version (ill link the video below) and i agree, but here’s my petition for why the final version is so meaningful as is, for some audiences:
In the final version, Tony dosnt trust himself to speak. He says one thing, and it’s muttered, as he’s leaning in for a hug. “He did? Oh, no.” after Peter describes Stranges “sparkly thing”. Tony’s face while Peter talks is distorted and strained, and he doesn’t smile or show any visible happiness.
It’s strain. pure strain. because Tony is in the middle of a battle that he might die in, that PETER might die in, and he is fighting to stay on guard despite the relief that Peter is alive. So he is strained.
When he hugs Peter, he pats Peters back and is looking around still at the battle happening. And then he closes his eyes for a second and the camera cuts away.
The reason that scene is so powerful, in my opinion, is because Tony KNOWS the battle isn’t won. He can’t let himself bring his guard down. He’s in an internal battle between relief at Peters reaper ace and grief that peter is, once again, in harms way.
i think the fact that all of Tony’s movements are done with strained muscles and a straight(ish) face makes the scene hit harder. He get back what he was fighting for. but the fightings still happening. He can’t be Tony Stark, not yet, he HAS to be Iron Man for at least until the battle is done.
The deleted scene version is so good for characterization, of what tony might have WANTED to do in that moment, but making the final cut reflect that Tony wasn’t at liberty to do what he wanted was a good choice in my opinion.
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dwailol · 11 months
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Great Toss
First post ❤️‍🔥 👅
Summary: Fem reader x Bucky Barnes. Established relationship. You get a surprise visit for the night you thought you were spending alone.
Minors DO NOT INTERACT
Warnings ⚠️: smut, oral (female receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie
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The compound was empty. The lights were down low. I was enjoying my night alone or so I thought. As I was casually dancing around the living room with full control of the music, I all of a sudden felt a presence behind me.
No one was supposed to be back for days. I grab a metal decoration off the side table and hurl it into the dark corner of the room. I hear the sound of metal on metal catching. Out of the dark steps Bucky Barnes. Fuck.
“Great toss,” he says dropping it on the floor and walking towards my frozen body. He caresses my face with his vibranium hand and tucks my hair behind my ear. He leans in close and with a deep hushed voice whispers, “Did they leave you all alone in here?”
Just as I catch my breath, I lose it again at the feeling of his other hand resting on my hip. We are eye to eye. This wouldn’t be the first time he’s gotten me into a rush like this.
“What are you doing here? Everyone left today for—“ I try to explain.
He cuts me off. “Oh no, I knew that they’d be gone and that you had some sort of a ‘conflict of interest’ which makes you the heroic house sitter! For a few days right? I just wanted to get under your skin a bit with that entrance. Did it work?” He gives a smug look. It worked.
He sits down on the arm of the couch behind him and slides his metal hand down to my other hip. Blood rushes where he had his hands that move lower and lower. It had been a while since he had shown his face. That’s what I’ve been coming to learn about the hero life style—that people show up and leave and show up again when you aren’t expecting.
“You could have texted before scaring me like that,” I say.
“Well I just missed you so much doll,” he sweeps my body onto the couch with ease as he pins me under him, “I especially missed seeing those eyes get wide like that.” I feel his hand slip under my shirt. “I missed a lot of things about you.”
I think back to the first time I saw those intense eyes of his staring at me up and down. All with his eyes he told me that he would have me and that he would have me in anyway he wanted. He did. He was about to again.
“Did my good girl miss me?” he asks now squeezing at my breasts and kissing from my collar to my jaw. I take a deep breath. “I missed a lot about you too,” I respond as cool as I can.
“Show me.”
Just like that our faces smash together. Coming up for air was not a priority. He slides his hand under my back to push me as close to his body as possible. His vibranium hand clutches my thigh. There was only so close our bodies could get with all our clothes on. I pause and catch my breath saying, “We need to take these off.”
He kisses me before saying, “You’re full of great ideas bunny!” He sits up and pulls me up close to his face. “You first,” he orders. He takes off my top and stares as he glides his hand over what was his.
“No bra? Making my job easier,” he kisses all up and down me while untying the string of my lounge shorts. “You wearing anything under these?” The answer was also no and I was ready to not be wearing those shorts too.
He pushes me back down and starts peeling away his clothes down to his boxers. He finally slides my shorts off. You could see the shine from how wet I was. He towers over me and starts to run his flesh fingers along the most inner part of my thighs then lightly over my clit. He starts rubbing faster and harder. I let out a gasp.
He grabs my face with his other hand. He locks eyes with me. “I missed my pussy,” he says, inserting a finger and moving it up and down and in and out. I let out a loud moan. We both loved that I was about to be as loud as I wanted.
“Good girl. Whose pussy is this?” He inserts another finger and starts to go faster. I let out a scream and I’m already close. I hadn’t answered yet.
“You can’t cum until you tell me whose pussy is this,” as he holds my arms above my head.
“It’s yours!”
“It’s whose?!”
“It’s Bucky’s!” I cry out. I’m finally allowed to cum. I sigh out the air I’d been holding in.
“My beautiful girl,” he leans down close to my face again. “So beautiful when you’re cumming for me.” My arms are still held down and I can feel him sliding his boxers off. I can feel his precum now rubbing against my entry. I press my hips forward but he moves back to look into my eyes. The suspense was killing me.
“And you’re so so beautiful taking my cock,” and then he slides right in. He starts his first strokes. I moan and feel his girth testing my limits. Thank god he gets me so wet. Having a big dick is one thing but he knows how to use it too. I let him know just how much I’m loving it, “Fuck. Bucky I love feeling you inside me!” His beat is steady.
“That’s music to my ears Angel. Wrap your legs around me.” As I do he sits up while still inside me. I’m in the position to ride him but he never makes me do any work. He grabs my hair and pulls me in for a messy kiss. Bringing my head so that my ear is on his mouth when he says, “Now I wanna hear you sing.”
Just like that he picks up the beat hard and fast. I shriek so loudly it bounced off the walls. He pushes me back so he can see my face while he’s fucking me. I bite down on my lip. He goes harder. “I said I wanna hear you sing!” He pulls me in again so I’m yelling right in his ear to the beat of his thrusts. He smacks my ass, “Good girl!”
He rolls me back onto my back and hinges my hips up while looking over me. He starts rubbing my clit. My breath falls heavy again. “I think I’m gonna cum!”
His beat steadies as he demands, “Not until I say so. When you’re cumming I want to be cumming inside you. Do you want that Angel?” I whimper out an mhm. He picks up the pace, “Sing it for me!” Leaving me screaming “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!” I hear him grunting which means he’s close too. He begins rubbing away and my pussy is absolutely throbbing waiting for the release.
“You can cum in 5,” he’s moaning.
4. I can see his neck tensing ready to spill into me.
3. He bends over me without his hand leaving my clit. Still caging me in with his other arm.
2. God I am so fucking close. “Please please please!” I beg.
“1,” he grunts out thrusting me through and multiplying my orgasm. He falls onto me with his cock still inside to fuck all his cum deep inside me, making sure none of it spills out. “I love cumming in you.” He kisses the side of my face and onto my lips again.
He gets up and lets a deep breath out. “Want some water before the next round?”
Fuck.
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fla-t-line · 2 years
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And I am Loki… of Asgard!
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lostremind · 6 months
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It shouldn't hurt as much as it does...
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It's reality now
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emcu7o · 5 days
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What If Wanda vs Cinematic Wanda
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wolviestars · 2 months
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I am IRON MAN
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kairennart · 4 months
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I'm sorry Mr. Stark
For @atlantablack
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aintinacage · 7 months
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I have eyes on Loki.
William Shakespeare’s Avengers (Part 14/?)
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chaosvillainy · 6 months
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Emo Wanda: Stop telling me what to do!
Y/N: Eat me out.
Emo Wanda: Okay tell me what to do.
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fotibrit · 8 months
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steve rodgers’s life is just tragedy after tragedy in which he fights for the right to have confidence in his nation without having to create that confidence himself. He just wanted to rest. and when he finally gets to rest, “he” (bc i still don’t believe it’s actually him, it can’t be canon) chooses to spend that time with someone who never saw any of that, who only knew him before, and to leave behind the people whose futures he fought for.
I’ll never forgive marvel for the butchered ending of Steve’s story.
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dwailol · 10 months
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Over the Desk
ComPOUND: Round 4 of a week alone with Bucky
[f reader x Bucky] WC: 1.7k
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Summary: after round 3 your hands are still a little brush burned and you’re a little anxious about the ongoing mission. Bucky wants to treat you nice. How nice can he really be though? Especially when you’re sitting on a fucking desk!! ;)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 🔞
Warnings ⚠️: mentions anxiety, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v, cream 🥧
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With fresh brush burn on my hands texting is painful. I promised Wanda I would check in with her today. I had some unprovoked anxiety about a secret attack on the compound or some conspiracy plan while I’m alone here. I’m not afraid of any outside threat as much as I am about blindly destroying the building. When the flames begin, it’s almost like an out of body experience. I get focused on my opponent with no care of collateral.
The compound has entity detection systems. However, I got no notification when Bucky snuck up on me last night. While that worries me, I can’t tell anyone about Bucky and I’s situation. They might be tempted to look at the cameras…
Part of my super power maintenance is to keep a cool head and he makes it hard to do that. Our session in the training center was plenty proof. He’s still in there lifting who knows how much weight.
As I’m slowly typing my response to Wanda’s check up, she calls me. Fuck. It would be easier to text a lie than talk around it to one of the most powerful women I know. I step into an office space before answering.
“Hi dear.”
“Hey Wanda!”
“You were taking too long to respond. Is everything alright?”
“Everything is-“, Bucky walks up to stare at me through the glass door. He was shirtless and sweaty after his 3 hour long workout.
“Everything is fine. I’m just a bit tired after my training session. Need a nap.”
“Keep a cool head love. I’ll let you know once we are coming back. It looks like it might take few more days than we anticipated. Be looking for a different number because I have to ditch this burner phone.”
She hung up before the conversation could go on for too much longer. I place my phone down on the desk and give Bucky a nod of approval to come in.
“You should really use a different cellphone for calls like that. One for business and one for pleasure,” he says. He lifts me up to sit me on the desk. I look down from his intense stare. He makes me nervous sometimes.
“Y/n, I know that the nature of our relationship isn’t very roses and chocolates, but you can open up to me about your nerves whenever you feel like it. I’ve had my own struggles with snapping and coming to in a world where you’ve unknowingly hurt people even ones you care for.”
“I’ve been working on my mindfulness like Bruce thought me. I’m just afraid of being used as a weapon against my own will again.”
“No one here will make you do that. They let you stay behind for this didn’t they?”, he lifts my chin up, “You’ve got the freedom of choice now. Why you keep choosing me I’ll never know.”
“It’s because I know you get it. When you get rough with me it’s almost like practice for keeping my anxiety down. If that makes sense-“
He gives me the softest kiss he’s ever given me.
“That makes sense. I’m glad you feel comfortable with me then. No matter how intense things might get I still care for your well being.”
I grab his bare sides to pull him close. I move my hands up to his chest. He squeezes one of them softly and brings it to his face for a kiss. I move his face to mine. We press our heads together before going in for more. Our lips began to melt like butter.
He leans closer and I place my hands behind me to stabilize. The kissing starts to resemble more of mouthing. He pulls me by the hips to the edge of the desk and spreads my legs apart. He grinds himself in between my thighs. I slide back and wince from the pain of my burned hands.
His flesh hand holds me up as his cool vibranium hand massages over the rope burn. He examines the damage and red marks. His touch soothes the pain a bit. He places more gentle kisses on my palms.
“Like I said I’ll be more gentle this time.”
“You don’t have to hold back. I know how you like it.”
“I’m gonna be soft and sweet because I want to be. You deserve some soft and sweet.”
“Show me what your soft and sweet looks like then super soldier,” I gaze up at him with a subtle smile. I know there’s only so soft and sweet he can be.
Every touch from then on is a smooth glide around my body and face. The tenderness of both his hands sends chills through me. He sure was treating me like an angel. He drifts his hand to tease the inside of my thighs where I’m warm and wet.
“You like the sweet stuff too. This is all for you doll.”
He slides my shorts and panties off. He meets his face to my opening then kisses all around it. I feel myself pulse. He brings his fingers to stroke my folds before slowly inserting them. I gasp at the new feeling of gentleness. We’re usually feral by this point.
He moves his fingers as if he were calling for me to come towards him. He strokes the spot inside me that rests next to the nerves of my clit. I moan with pleasure. The sensuality of it was relaxing.
His pacing and soft licks to my pussy brings me to an orgasm. I thought that was only possible with our rough sessions.
“I want you,” I say with the purest desire in my eyes.
“Say no more angel.”
He stands up to remove his gym shorts. Just like his fingers, he slowly puts himself inside me. The feeling is heavenly for sure. I lay back on the desk as he fills me with his cock and rubs at my clit. He starts to lose himself then picks up the pace a little. I moan as he moves through me like silk.
He gives a satisfied “mmm.” He turns me horizontal on the desk so he can hop up and hover on top of me. He lifts my hips up and I wrap my legs around him.
“Tell me what you want most and I’ll do it,” he says while lightly nibbling at my ear.
“Faster,” I say with a wide mouthed gasp following. His movements lift me up. My back arches upwards towards his body with each stroke. I roll my hips with his.
“I love it when you do that. You better be careful. I don’t wanna cum too quick.”
I mindfully slow my movements. He exits out of me to kiss me all the way down to my clit. He stands back up. I think changing positions over this desk of all pieces of furniture is much needed. I roll over to put myself in a bent position.
“Bucky, I know we said soft and sweet, but I don’t want you to hold back in this position,” I give a devious smile and lip bite. He puts his cock inside me. It feels so much bigger bent over like this. He plants both hands on the desk and brings his head close to mine. I feel his length reach so deep.
“Of course angel,” just like that he pops back up. He grabs me by the hips and fucks me the way you should be fucked over a desk. I give him some loud “Oh!”s to give him the green light to really get after it. I claw my nails into the desktop.
“Touch yourself.”
He moves my hand to my clit. I can feel my next orgasm building up and I can tell it’s gonna be a big one. I start to lose my breath.
“You gonna cum for me? I wanna feel it baby. Cum for me.”
“Uh huh I’m gonna cum for you,” I’m nearly breathless. He shortens and quickens his strokes so he’s deep inside me. My hand finally gets a break. My orgasm releases all throughout my body. It felt like a never ending wave of ecstasy. The waves flow perfectly with his beat.
“Damn, angel, I can feel you still cumming on this cock. I’m well on my way.”
“Please give it to me!” I whine. I’m still going. He yells as he releases himself inside of me. He stops moving just to press into me deeper for a second. He lets out his last grunt. He twirls me around to kiss me. It was as smooth as rose petals and as sweet as chocolate.
“I should probably take a shower,” he laughs.
He’s sweatier than when he first came in that’s for sure.
“I’ll join you.”
“I’d love nothing more.”
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Today is the only day ever you can watch Endgame the day Tony Stark dies.
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flightlaw · 16 days
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Hey guys, I'm giving a persuasive speech in school next week, and i want to collect some opinions to help, so if you could reblog this to help get it out there, that'd be great
I'm looking at how Avengers: Endgame affected the various character arcs of some of the major characters, including, but not limited to:
-Nat dying so that Clint could go back to his family, implying that her found family (the Avengers) was not as important as biological family
-Tony making the sacrifice play, losing everything he'd worked for, leaving everyone behind, and generally going out the way he always thought he would and never should have had to
-Steve abandoning Bucky and "the end of the line" for a woman he knew for only a short time (i love Peggy, but he’d known Buck his whole life, vs the few months to couple years he knew Peg)
-Bruce combining the brain and the brawn into one person, Professor Hulk, an idea that I'm still not sure about
Please feel free to elaborate or give more information you think would be helpful, I'm looking for all the sources and information I can get. Also feel free to tag/dm me with other stuff you think would be helpful
Again, please reblog/tag people you think would be interested, I need as many participants as possible
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purple--queen · 1 month
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To this day it still bothers me that Steve Rogers had a fucking support group who they talked stuff like "move on blablabla" & he did in fact not moved on & went back in time to be with a woman just to leave everyone behind.
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