#mcu chat

[xxplastic-cubexx]

alternate apocalypse ending or something who the hcrist knows anymore

[gazpachito]

i'm a couple eons late to this meme but it had to be done 💪

[neyafromfrance95]

the fact that yelena sobs that she doesn't have anyone to come back to when she comes home from work...

AND THEN IN THE END SHE COMES HOME FROM WORK AND BOB, THE MAN SHE ASKED TO SPEND TIME TOGETHER SO THAT LIFE FEELS LIGHTER, IS THERE?!?!?!

[thedevilsoftruth]

Dilf Bucky who loses his fucking mind with the way you handle your children; with the way you're so gentle and patient with them. With the way you instruct them to clean up after playtime, then look right at him with a huge smile immediately afterwards.

Dilf Bucky who just can't wait to get you alone in bed so that he can say thank you properly with his face between your thighs and his hands holding your legs over his shoulders; who praises you like it's his religion, telling you how good you are to and for him, telling you just how absolutely delicious you taste.

Dilf Bucky who's always rewarding you for how clean and organized you keep your household by bending you over the white marble island you prepare meals on and fucking you silly until the only words you can say are chants of "thank you."

Dilf Bucky who's love language is acts of service, which causes him to randomly purchase you a bunch of overly expensive gifts. Especially naughty ones for when he's not around and you need a stress reliever. Ones that he uses on you when he comes home after a long mission followed with a, "did you use this on yourself when I wasn't here, hmm?"

Dilf Bucky who drops your children off at Sam's house every year on your anniversary night, just so that he can have a full 20 hours with just you and himself alone. Who takes you out to a very expensive and fancy restaurant, maybe go to a local theatre with you and watch a play or a new movie, then spend the rest of the night absolutely devouring you. Who spends hours just kissing and sucking at your tits, continuously telling how gorgeous you are, worships your pussy with his tongue like you're something sacred to him (cause you are), then puts your legs over his shoulders and fucks you hard and deep until you're drooling all over your pillow.

Dilf Bucky who'd put as many babies in you as you want, who'd pump you with his thick, hot cum each time and then fuck it into your sobbing pussy slowly and smoothly like he's really working on getting it settled into you. All with a murmured, "yeah, baby, jus' lay there and take it like that. Let it all sink in, yeah? Uh-huh. Gotta keep it in, baby. I know 's a lot. I know. Jus' take it, sweet girl. Doing so good." While he's kissing you all over your your face and cooing at you like a child.

Dilf Bucky who just cannot possibly let you not get fucked after you put your children down to bed that well and then immediately slipped into your bed wearing the nightgown he loves so much. The one that's worn thin, and is sheer with the little laced heart shaped neckline that does absolutely nothing to hide how hard your nipples already are. You'd be a fool to say that he would refrain himself from pouncing on top of you like the absolute maniac he is.

Because in the end, dilf Bucky just loves and appreciates you so much. He just has a really bad habit of showing you how much he loves you. But that's fine with you. You're happy and satisfied. Your children are proof of that.

[murdrdocs]

it's faye and uh you mentioned something abt joaquín taking virginities? yeah 😌 i'm gonna need u to expand on that

well yes ofc

joaquín is genuinely shocked. he's sitting beside you, elbows pressed into his knees, his head cocked to the side as he looks at you. "seriously?"

you nod once. "yeah. seriously."

he leans back into the couch, spreading his legs and crossing his arms over his chest. staring off into the distance, blinking blankly, he lets out the tiniest wow and continues to exist in this stupor that he doesn't break out of until you giggle.

"why're you so—" you gesture vaguely with your hand, "about that?"

"no, i'm not trying to be rude or anything about it. i'm just shocked."

and things don't change immediately. briefly, you were worried that he would be oddly fragile with you after finding out, hold you at arms distance, overly ask for your permission to do things that you never had any trouble with doing before. but joaquín was still joaquín. things were still the same between you both, until you were standing in the center of your bedroom, chests pressed together, tension finally having come to a breaking point between both of you.

his hands aimlessly roam, fingers touching every single part of you even with your clothes on. and with your clothes off, it's ten times more glorious. laying back on your bed, completely at joaquín's mercy, you're letting him in on so many levels—letting him do what he thinks is best for your body, providing your input here and there. letting him alter the aura of your bedroom, letting him make a memory that you're sure you'll never forget.

obviously, he checks up on you throughout. either verbally through curt sentences that are easy to digest and even easier to answer ("this okay?" "like that?" "'m gonna go here, is that okay?"), or through little glances. he communicates so much through his eyes, you aren't even sure if he's aware. with his eyes lifted to look at you and his eyebrows raised as his fingertips glide through your folds, he's gauging your reaction but there's a sense of pride within there as well. when your breath hitches and you sit up on your elbows when he scissors your entrance open, he squints for barely a second as if a smile was going to start from his eyes.

then his dick comes out and you can see the cockiness descend onto him. pride in his eyes, a sly grin on his lips that tugs one side up higher than the other. he licks his lips and sits back on his haunches in front of you, the warmth from his hand resting on your knee slowly heating you up. you've seen his dick before, the two of you have done some things in the weeks between you telling him about your virginity and this, but seeing joaquín bare in this capacity is something new entirely. you're cold and nervous, goosebumps prominent on your skin.

"you wanna help me out here?" he's already hard. his cock is keeled over from its own weight, resting over a thick and corded thigh that you have got to sit on one day. but you still nod and scoot closer, spitting in your hand throughout the journey so by the time you're right in front of him you can just wrap your hand around the tip and glide your hand down his length.

joaquín sighs immediately upon contact, his head lolling to the side. the hand on your knee slides up to your thigh and then your back, his other hand resting on your jaw. he pulls your face closer to his, kissing you once and letting it linger before he speaks. "you ready?"

you nod, and after letting yourself indulge in the feeling of stroking him a couple more times, you lay back while he puts the condom on.

and you know what to expect. you've heard stories, good and bad. your expectations have been set at a comfortable spot, not too high or too low, but your experience with joaquín is still better than you could've hoped.

not just because of the way he physically fucks you, which is something you can quickly see yourself getting addicted to, but because of his demeanor throughout the entire thing. when he's using his hips to glide his cock in and out of you in a steady rhythm, reaching deeper and deeper each time, he has this manner about him that makes it obvious that he's enjoying himself even despite your inexperience and reliance on him. actually, you think he's enjoying himself so much because you’re relying on him.

joaquín is nothing if not a pleaser. he quite literally lives to making sure other people are safe and happy, it's his job and his self-proclaimed purpose in life. so this, fucking you for the very first time, and making sure your experience is as good as it could possibly be, is everything to him.

he's so obviously grateful that you're willing to share this with him. his forehead rests against yours at one point, your noses nudging, and you both just breathe together. it's so intimate, more intimate than you could've imagined.

there was a moment there, though, one where you can see the beginnings of joaquín losing himself. when you've loosened up completely, having gotten used to being opened up for him, and you were steadily being guided towards the edge, you asked him for more. no, you begged. and joaquín gave you just what you wanted.

his hips snapped with each drive, his movements sharper than they'd been throughout the entire ordeal. messily, he swiped across your clit with his thumb, pushing you closer and closer towards his goal and not straying far behind you. it was rougher, but not careless at all. you wanted more of that for another time, you wanted him to completely lose it with you. but for now, you completely reveled in the way joaquín gave you an orgasm, one that only began to fade when he stuffed his cock completely in you with one final shove, his pelvis notched against yours and his balls resting against your ass.

by the time you came down and everything was cleaned up, distantly, you were ready to do it again.

[phoenixyfriend]

I think MCU Thor should get pregnant but like. Specifically "cis dude with magic pregnant."

Jane survives the cancer but can't safely carry to term (for her or the baby), so Loki does some magic to give Thor a pregnancy with Thor/Jane genes. Does not explain how. May not warn Thor at all.

Thor just wakes up pregnant with Jane's baby and immediately blames Loki. Doesn't even know if Loki is alive. But the culprit is obvious.

Maybe it's Loki's idea of a wedding/birthday/anniversary gift.

"Congratulations on the nuptials! I know that Lady Foster is now barren, so I have given you a child of your own through the means I myself prefer. No need to thank me."

[trickarrows-bishop]

[lcvebucky]

thunderbolts tweets p4

[spydr-scorps06]

Bucky!!! >:)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

you open my Super Important Documents and its just pictures of charles xavier

[lady-nuggetz]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN LOOK AT THIS SSHIIIITTTT!!!!!!!

THIS IS LITERALLY FROM THE OFFICIAL JAPANESE VENOM MOVKE TWITTER LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK

[captainjonnitkessler]

I feel like Daredevil always has been the part of the MCU that's interested in really examining the superhero setting.

Like I still remember that ten years ago DD season 2 and Avengers: Civil War came out at about the same time. One of them was an incredible look at the ethics of superheroes, pitting two best friends against each other in a highly fraught conflict where there are no clear right answers, with one side pushing for regulation and faith in the system while the other insisted that the system can't be trusted and the power belongs in the hands of the people, resulting in an emotionally devastating fight that might have permanently fractured one of the best partnerships in New York.

The other, of course, was Avengers: Civil War.

[thedevilsoftruth]

I'm Gonna Win

B. Barnes x f! Reader

Sum: You lose a battle to your husband when you foolishly ask him to come back into the house after he's been working on the broken fence around your house all day.

Smut tags/warnings: complete and utter smut with no plot, oral sex ( f receiving, ) vaginal fingering, Bucky being a smart ass per usual, dirty talk, outdoor sex ( it's fine because yall live on private property, ) sex on the tailgate of Buckys truck?? Not beta read.

A/n: Yeah, I was feeling lazy today, so I quickly whipped this up. I also listened to the album Four by Foreigner like 2 times while writing this, and my favorite song off that album is I'm Gonna Win and it's kinda sexy and just set a good vibe for this fic. Enjoy!

Mdni!! I am not responsible for what you find on the internet.

[ My Marvel request box is back currently open. Please see my pinned post for additional information regarding my request rules. ]

It was late afternoon, almost 7pm, and your husband Bucky was still outside working on the broken fence surrounding your house. He'd been working on it all day, almost without any breaks. You were a bit worried, but you knew better than to ask him to stop working. Once he started a project, it was hard to pull him away from it. Especially when he had OCD.

But it was getting late now, and you missed your husband's company, so you decided to call him inside.

" Bucky, " you called out for him from the front porch. He glanced at you from his shoulder for a second before he went back to looking at the fence.

" yeah? "

He was pulling at some weeds that had curled around the fence.

" You gonna come inside soon, hon? " You asked him, looking at him with curved, worried brows. " It's getting late. "

" Too busy. " He responded with another quick glance at you as he snipped off the weeds. You highly anticipated those two words to be his answer. " Too busy " was a common phrase he used towards you.

You sighed, looking down at the ground for a moment as you thought of what you were gonna do. As much as you loved the man, and as much you loved how he worked around the house so much because he looked so sexy doing it , you were worried about him overworking himself.

You decided to just go for it, and you walked out into the wet grass in your front yard, the slippery blades of grass feeling cold against your bare feet. You stood next to him and crossed your arms over your chest, tiling your head and frowning at him.

" James. Come back inside the house. " You told him in a stern voice that told him you were serious. He proceeded to shake his head, and he rummaged through his toolbox for something.

" Toooo busy! " He repeated with a slight sliver of a mock-tone. Your eyebrows furrowed and you put your hands on your hips. You hated how stubborn he could get sometimes.

" James Buchanan Barnes! " You huffed at him angrily. His head snapped towards you as you used his full name. " You will come back inside the house right this instance, mister! " You told him, your voice a bit pitched as you spoke, pointing your finger towards the house.

But he wasn't swayed. In fact, his mind immediately went to how silly you looked talking to him like that. Slowly, his lips twitched and curled up into a wicked smirk. A smirk you knew too well. Whatever he was going to say next wasn't gonna be nice.

" You look cute like that, you know? " He said, catching you off guard. He looked up and down your body, his smirk turning into a full on tooth grin. " All demanding 'n stuff. "

He swept his palms together and dusted his jeans off as he stood up. You back away a bit, your face falling as he towered over you. It was so easy for him to get you to hush your mouth. Especially because you never really scared him, even when you tried so hard.

" aw, you've gone quiet now. " He grinned, stepping forward and reaching his hand out for your face. His thumb ran against your cheekbone, and he bent down to your height to kiss you. His lips lightly brushed against yours, his beard scratching against your skin.

" Cat got your tongue, gorgeous? " He asked against your lips, his grin only impossiblly growing. But you weren't going down without a fight, even though both you and your panties couldn't argue that you were extremely turned on.

" This isn't over, mister. " You grumbled at him, squinting your eyes and furrowing your brows, trying to come off as intimidating. But that wasn't going to sway him, either.

" You're right, " he said, his hot breath fanning over your lips. " It's not over. "

Then--he bent down to pick you up by your thighs and he threw you over his shoulders. You squirmed and lightly hit his back with your fists, your legs dangling down the front of his body, almost completely at his mercy.

" Hey--you--" you tried to speak but he cut you off with a gentle swat to your ass that made you yelp. You huffed and your body tensed in his arms. Before you knew it, you were being thrown down onto the pulled down tailgate of your husband's pickup truck.

" You gonna keep up your cute little protests or are you gonna finally hush your mouth like a good girl? " He questioned, running his vibranium hand down your bare thigh, the coldness of it sending shivers down your spine. It was crazy how quickly he was able to get you to shut up, and you couldn't deny that little known fact between you both. So you pursed your lips together tightly and you nodded your head. Bucky grinned once more and leaned back, his mind racing with ideas of what he could do to you.

" Atta girl. " He praised, his hands gliding across your thighs, one cold and one warn. The contrast was always something so interesting and unique for you to feel. You could feel a slight warm looking at your abdomen as your husband's fingers tugged at the waistband of your shorts.

" May I take these off, gorgeous? " He asked you in a slightly lower, more intimate tone. Your eyes met, and you nodded slowly again, lifting your hips up so he had easier access. He took it as a sign, and in a matter of seconds, he stripped you of your shorts. The shorts were barley a source of warmth in the cold nightly air, but with them off, you felt even colder--more exposed.

The little wet spot on your panties sent Bucky's cock twitching in his pants. He bit his lip as he stared down at it, his metal arm gently moving your legs apart with the push of your knee so he could get a better look at you.

" look at that, " he breathed. " I haven't even touched you yet, and you're already soaked just by my voice. "

He wasn't wrong. The way he spoke to you and the words he chose when he spoke to you were enough to make you cum without any physical movement, and you were very aware of that fact.

He ran his thumb down your clothed slit, staring down at you as he moved his hand against you. You moaned softly when his thumb started moving your clit up and down. Your cunt was already aching for him, begging for him to touch you.

He slipped his hand past the lining of your panties, and his thumb then hauled up and down your dripping folds. Your lips parted, and you looked up at him through your brows, propping yourself up by your hands. He was looking back at you, the air between you both thickening as he prodded the tip of his thumb against your entrance.

But then, he stopped momentarily, and his fingers drifted to your hips were they then curled around the waistband of your panties.

" lift up. " he told you, tugging on your underwear. You quickly obliged, eger to feel him around you without any restrictions. He gently rolled the garment down your legs, and added them to the pile of your clothes on the tailgate of his truck.

He smiled when his eyes fell onto your cunt, wet and glistening under the moonlight. He gulped hard and slid his thick thumb back down to your core, toying with your tiny, aching clit. You whined at the contact, your hips instinctively bucking towards his hand.

" Such a cute little thing. " He muttered, stepping back a bit before bending down over the tailgate, lowering his head between your thighs. You watched him go down, the muscles in your cunt tensing before his wet tongue glided down your folds. Your breath hitched and your hands drifted onto his head, your fingers light curling into his dark hair.

His tongue rolled and flicked up your little bud with a harsh pressure, making your head fall back and your eyes flutter shut. Bucky slowly slid two of his thick, metal fingers into your warmth as his mouth worked on your cunt. You moaned out load, the sound low and coming from deep within your chest.

" Bu-bucky.. " you moaned his name sweetly, the sound going straight to his cock and making him throb. " I don't want you to strain your hands or arms with this. " You panted. " You've already worked so hard with them today. "

God he loved how sweet you were, always caring for him. He shook his head against you; a way to tell you not to worry, but also a way to tease you with his mouth. You moaned softly as he did so.

" Well I don't mind working harder if it means pleasing my girl. " He spoke against your cunt, giving your flesh little pecks. " Besides, I can't feeling nothing in this arm in the first place. "

And with that, his metal fingers sunk into you deeper and slowly began pumping into you as he licked you up. You bit your finger, your hips bucking into his face, shamelessly grinding against him. He smiled against your pussy, laying his tongue down on you flat as you moved against him.

You tugged onto his hair, his fingers curling up into your sweet spot, eliciting a rather loud moan out of you. He then put his flesh hand on your hip, holding you down and keeping you steady without moving too much.

Bucky's lips trailed messy kisses down your slit before they latched onto your tiny little bud, sucking at it gently. You gasped and curled your fingers further into his scalp, urging him to go faster. He took the sign and took it well, pumping his fingers into you harder and faster.

" God, your pussy's so sweet, baby. " He moaned into your folds, pecking at your flesh and pulling on it gently with his lips. He pulled his fingers out just a little below their tips before he shoved them back in, making your eyes roll back and your mouth hang open in pure ecstacy. Your thighs clenched around his face and you chanted his name through broken, loud moans.

" Yeah, that's right, baby. " He chuckled into your pussy, the vibrations making your little center ache for him. " Let me hear you. Ain't nobody around to hear ya but me. "

His hot, wet tongue flicked up and down your shivering clit, his thick middle fingers curling into you in just the right spot. Your moans turned to little whimpers and pants, your chest heaving up and down heavily. Stars were flooding your vision from the back of your eyes as he sucked down on your cunt, the loud, noisy, wet sounds of it making you wetter and wetter.

Bucky could feel your sex contracting around his fingers and squeezing him tight. He smirked, knowing that that could only mean one thing; you were about to cum. And, he was gonna make sure that you came hard.

" Oh shit, honey. " He gasped against your pussy. " You gonna cum soon, pretty girl? "

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, dark and desperate. You were too busy keeping yours shut and craning your neck back to notice him. You opened your dry mouth, and let out a breathy, " uh-huh " with the nod of your head. He gave your clit a few kisses before pulling away from you briefly.

" That's good, but I want you to keep your pretty little eyes on me until you finish on me, okay? " He told you, running his flesh hand over your stomach soothingly. You nodded your head, and with that, he was right back at work.

He flicked his metal fingers in a forward-backward movement inside you, his lips sucking and licking your sensitive little bud. His eyes never left yours, and even though it was so hard not to close them and look away, you never once tire your eyes off his.

Your hips began stuttering against his face, your thighs jerking and shaking around his head uncontrollably. Little hums and pleased groans left Bucky's mouth as he gently shook his head against your pussy. Your moans became more desperate as the sensations became a bit too intense for you. You wanted to pull away from him, but you knew it was easier to do that than just sit there and take it.

Then, his fingers pushed into your sweet spot once more and he began sucking on your over-sensitive clit. You let out a strangled moan, your toes curling in the air as pleasure washed over your body.

And then, you fell apart.

Your breath came out in shuddering pants as your heated, milky juices came flooding your husband's mouth and your senses. You let your back fall limply on the tailgate, your hips quivering against his face and your entire body shaking as you came down from your high.

" There's my pretty girl. So, so, good, honey. " he moaned into you, lapping up your dripping folds. His tongue picked up every last drop of cum that came out of you, and it did so greedily, like someone was going to take you from him. When he was done, he gave your cunt one last kiss before he stood back up.

" Feeling good? " He asked you, rubbing your shaking thighs gently. You put your hand on your forehead in exasperation, chuckling through your short breath.

" Always. " You told him. He grinned.

" Good. "

Bucky crawled up over your body, the tailgate shaking slightly under your combined weight. He straddled your waist and leaned down to kiss you deeply, taking your breath away once again. You weakly slid your hand up his vibranium arm, moaning softly into his mouth as his flesh hand came up to cup your breast under your sweatshirt.

" And remember, honey, " he began, trailing wet kisses down your cheek. " you know you can't win a fight like that with me. " His thumb twirled around your nipple, making you gasp into his mouth and your back arch.

" Because I'm always going to win. "

[hurtspideyparker]

oh my goodness the thunderbolts spoilers are starting, I see my muted tags on the dash and I jump like I just avoided a land mine. o7

[storytimewithnina]

Groupchat with the Avengers #1 (y/n)

y/n: I'm Hungry who's cooking?

Steve: I am.

y/n: no your stupid

Clint facepalms.

Tony: Why you gotta say that to Steves face?

y/n: last time he burned fucking Toats

Natasha nods, knowing how bad Steves cooking is.

Clint: did you even eat that?

y/n: .. I did but that's not the point.

Natasha laughs.

Steve: my cooking isn't that bad!

y/n: it is.

Tony, Bucky, Sam, Peter and Bruce all agree.

Peter: it's really bad. Even Tony cooks better than you

y/n: and he cooked a dishcloth last time..

Everyone laughs

Clint: please don't remind us of the dishcloth pasta again.

y/n: sorry I have ptsd

Bucky: its hard to forget, we were all there.

Flashbacks of the dishcloth pasta incident

Steve:I still can't believe he didn't realise, when he was cooking, it was a dishcloth and not pasta

y/n: we all have our problems. but yes I can't believe it either

Natasha: that pasta has to be the most cursed moment in the history of the Avengers.

y/n: it was :,(

Tony: you will never forget that.. will you?

y/n: no. thor even tried to eat it because he wanted to be nice.

Bucky: and it got stuck in his teeth, iv'e never seen him so horrified.

y/n: I cried 2 days thinking about it.

Peter:you cried?

y/n: yes.

[trickarrows-bishop]