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visbiscuit · 2 years

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Valley of Desires ( steve rogers, +18 )

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pairing: Steve Rogers x Intern!FemReader ( no description of ethnicity or body type ) … word count: 2k … warnings: steve's pov but written in third person, it might be implied that the reader has at least middle-sized breasts but it's not explicit, smut smut smut smut smut, i love steve rogers. kind of voyeur? but kinda. tony is in this too. this one shot probably could have been written in 2012 because steve works in stark industries and everyone loves each other.

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Strange to say, but Steve Rogers was sure of few things about him. On the surface, maybe because of his physical appearance or because of that look that, somehow, always managed to communicate something, nobody would have said that the former captain was constantly in a state of confusion.

He knew he liked sunsets, especially the winter ones because he could never find anyone on the beach to watch them and he never felt compelled to try to make conversation. He loved riding his vintage motorcycle through the streets of New York early in the morning to get to the office he was assigned by Stark. Shamefully, he loved not wearing a helmet on that same bike: for years he'd lived with something to cover his head and face, and since his riding wasn't bad at all (and his body could definitely take a beating or two), he'd allowed himself this break from the rule. Several times he had been stopped for that same reason, but as soon as the cops on duty realized they were about to fine one of the Avengers, they blushed and apologized for minutes with a veil of embarrassment in their eyes. Being an Avenger, a former Avenger, had some advantages.

But of all these things he wasn't sure. He knew that one day his preferences might change and so what was he really sure of?

Well, Steve Rogers, aka Captain America (or Nomad, depending on who you talked to), was sure of three things in his life.

Number one: he liked to give orders. Now he didn't have the ability to save a person's life by coordinating his team, but back in the day, when the blue and red uniform was still second skin, there was nothing better than having a cup of coffee in the morning and commanding his teammates. He derived a perverse pleasure, especially from having Tony do whatever the millionaire deemed unnecessary during a mission. And he took even greater pleasure when that very thing turned out to be indispensable in the end. He enjoyed immensely when Natasha, a free spirit from the first second he laid eyes on her, had no idea what to do and asked Steve for a plan. Was it narcissistic behavior? Maybe. Or he just liked to be in control of something since in his personal life he was lucky if he could keep the flames under the water pot at bay.

Number two, he was an extremely kind and understanding person to the interns at Stark Industries. Over the course of his three and a half years at the company of, now, a close friend and colleague of his, more than twenty interns had come through his door and gotten up to all sorts of mischief. First, there was Martha Morris (or double M as they called her in the office - not him, mind you -: Mad and Messy), a thirty-five-year-old weirdo who had returned to school after years of trying to get a degree and needed the hours in the company to achieve her goals. She wore sky-high heels and she was super tall, outgrowing Steve by a few inches when barefoot. On the first day, she had banged her forehead on the doorframe of his office and the hot coffee she had brought him to introduce himself had landed completely on the Captain who was standing and talking on the phone with some financiers. He had felt even his insides burn, but he still smiled at her and said he didn't have to worry. She had finished her experience a week later.

Then there was Ashley. Ashley was an intelligent guy, a genius. Just a little introverted and with the lowest voice Steve had ever heard. Whenever they had a meeting and he was present, everyone prayed he didn't have to talk because even a hearing aid wouldn't be able to pick up his decibels. One day he had brought the wrong report for Steve to sign and even his sobs were inaudible when he realized his mistake. Watching him had become torture; he felt too guilty for him.

Number three (and perhaps most important): for him there was no question, Steve liked boobs. Small, medium, large. Whether they fit perfectly in his hands or overflowed. He didn't care. He liked them in every flavor. With big nipples, tiny nipples, light and dark nipples. He liked heavy breasts and light breasts. He didn't understand what other men found in the butt. He certainly didn't hate it, but what could be better than diving into the valley of desire and being able to hear his beloved's heartbeat? Nothing, that's the right answer. When he'd been unfrozen, after spending his entire life in the 20', 30' and 40' where everything seemed to be a source of scandal, seeing how everything had changed had been a shock. And a blessing. The genius who had invented bikinis was to be made a saint. Now he could live as he wanted, with women, with men, all at once. He was free at last.

That said, Steve had no idea how he had found himself thrusting into Y/N's pussy with force and vigor. It had all happened in a matter of minutes, she had shown up at the door with a shirt even more open than the previous day to bring him some papers to sign, and then Steve had grabbed her by the hips and thrown her on his desk. When he'd entered her, he'd looked up at the ceiling and prayed to God that it wasn't all a dream. He felt the walls of her pussy pulsing around his member and her fluid flowing down his groin. Her legs were fully spread and her breasts still constricted by her bra were begging to be released. They were begging. The breasts were speaking to him, worshipping him like a deity. Who was he to refuse that proposal? No one.

So, he had sat down in his chair, taking Y/N with him and, continuing to thrust into her, he had opened her bra with one hand. The sight of her bare breasts forced him to stop because if he continued he would come in three seconds and he wanted to spoil that girl.

He heard a faint whimper escape her lips. 'Steve, oh Steve. Please.’ She rubbed herself against him, trying to resume her earlier rhythm. He humored her for a few moments, resting his back completely on the chair and enjoying the sight of a goddess on top of him seducing him with her enviable body. Every so often, he would penetrate her without warning, causing her to lose her balance and lean on him even more than she was.

She moved sinuously back and forth, left and right, her boobs following her every single movement and if Steve hadn't done something, he would have drooled. So, he smiled at her. A smile he had never reserved for anyone and then he wrapped his mouth around her left nipple. Steve moaned. Y/N began to tremble, her thighs couldn't hold the rhythm they had before and if Steve's hands hadn't been there to support her she would have fallen. She couldn't stop the shaking of her legs and only a powerful slap on her ass brought her back to her senses. She had just cum.

Steve, however, had only just begun. As if it were the last minutes of his life, the former Captain America had taken to sucking, biting, squeezing, licking and pulling on the young woman's left nipple. With each suck, the man felt a wave of energy sweep over him and, not caring about the young woman's blissful state of contentment that she would be happy if they were done there, he had taken to thrusting even harder than before into her pussy. She had cried out and gripped his hair between her tapered fingers and Steve found himself thinking that he had made a good decision to come to work on a Sunday since the rest of the office was off. With one hand around her hips and the other groping her other breast, Steve had the perfect anchor to sink even deeper into Y/N's sweet body.

He caught his breath and looked into her eyes. Her face was beaded with sweat and her lips were swollen. Her breathing was labored but she continued to follow his every thrust and hold him as tight as she could. Steve allowed himself to be lulled by the feeling of her around him and then treated the other nipple as he had treated the first. This time, he slapped her breast and squeezed it with such force that it left its mark on her, but this only increased the libido between the two of them.

While Steve was busy sucking on whatever her breasts gave him and Y/N was shaking like hell, the phone in the office rang.

It stopped as suddenly as it had started. When the man felt the woman try to get up and the heat of her pussy leave him, he wrapped his arm around her side and forced her to sit on him again. They both moaned and she looked up at him with surprised eyes.

'Don't even try, honey. Now be a good girl and be quiet' he began thrusting into her once more and closed his eyes as he regained the feeling he had before. Steve was in heaven and he wasn't going to leave her alone to return to hell. She was breathing heavily and squeezed her eyes shut tightly, trying to do his bidding. Then, Steve reached out and answered the call. 'Steve Rogers' office'

'Capiscle, it's Tony. Tell you what, has Y/N been to see you yet? I sent her to get you to sign that senate thing about twenty minutes ago, but she's yet to return' Steve winked at her and brought his thumb to caress her clit. Unexpectedly, Y/N let a moan escape. The man was quick to cover her mouth, continuing, however, his little game. 'What was that?

'Nothing Tony, I just rubbed the chair. Anyway, yes, Y/N has already come once, but I think she'll come again' he silently kissed her breasts. 'She forgot a document here’

On the other end of the phone, she heard Tony's footsteps through the office. 'Ah alright, she's a good girl, eh?'

'She's a really good girl. The best one so far' her eyes lifted upwards and she began to tremble once more, escaping his touch. Steve, just like a hunter stalking his prey, caught her every time and plunged her even deeper into the abyss of pleasure. 'Ah, that's it, she’s coming again. I must leave you'

'Yeah, yeah, see you later' the call ended.

Steve uncovered her mouth and once again took a nipple in his mouth. Y/N moaned so loud her throat hurt and she couldn't stay still in one place. Steve's constant thrusts were torturing her and that fiery mouth on her breasts was burning her soul. She came just like that, suddenly she felt all her barriers collapse and, like a faucet left running, she soaked Steve's cock and groin with her orgasm.

'Very good, yes, that's it,' he encouraged her.

When she opened her eyes after the intense orgasm, she almost couldn't move anymore, but she knew she had to thank the former Captain somehow. So, she stood up, still with trembling legs, and let him out of her. His cock was purple and left a trail on her abs. She knelt down and without giving him any time to think, she took her breasts in her hands and wrapped them around him. Steve pounded a fist on the desk at that sight and his breathing became ten times heavier.

'Oh shit, baby, shit, shit' he thrust between her tits, each thrust ending with her mouth wrapping around his tip. Her orgasm acting as a lubricant. 'I'm going to, I'm- argh, I'm going to cum' he warned her. With his mind completely clouded, he still knew how to be a gentleman.

'Cum Steve, cum for me. Cum on me.' He granted her wish and smeared her with his cum. She was the most beautiful picture he had ever seen.

Steve really did treat the interns well.

#steve rogers smut #smut #steve smut #tony stark #steve rogers #chris evans smut #smutty smut #chris smut #captain americ #captain america smut #steve rogers x fem reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader smut

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caroldanvers616 · 2 years

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Giftober 2022 | Day 6: Heros

Avengers Assemble (2012)

@giftober @mcuchallenge

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doctorslippery · 9 months

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(via Avngers Colors by madman1 on DeviantArt)

#avengers #giantman #thor #iron man #vision #scarlet witch #captain americ #hawkeye #hercules #wasp

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hexsdexs · 2 years

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Marvel with an Israeli character named after a massacre where 3500 Palestinians died because israeli military sealed off all exits to A FUCKING REFUGEE CAMP and opened fire. Yea fuck that. Fuck marvel and fuck this new captain america movie. They're not seeing another dime from me, anything I want to watch I'll watch illegally.

#marvel #marvelstudios #mcu #sabra #captain americ #chris evans #captain america 4 #anthony mackie #sebastian stan #captain america

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 18 days

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in the interest of debate:

so i saw your post about the accords, and i do want to state that in agents of shield it's expanded upon a little. anyone with superpowers is supposed to be forced to "register", aka write down their name and info, which then backfires when an anti-inhuman group gets info. i agree that the accords as stated in civil war make sense and with the UN signing especially, but i do want to note that in the wider MCU they sometimes have negative effects. because, you know, making anyone in a specific subgroup have to register themselves on a government-run list isn't great?

i don't really have any questions, just wanted to note. :)

@luxaii is referring to this post.

See, that's the thing. I've heard this argument before in terms of the comics, that apparently in the comics the accords were combined with a mutant registration act which obviously is a terrible idea. This seems to be MCU's way of including that bit without having mutants in MCU because they didn't have the rights to them.

The trouble is that they didn't explain this in the movie itself or have any indication that this was the case. We even have scenes where Steve questions whether he should support this or not and it never comes up.

And I can't really take something "well they fixed this in X show made later" or "this was originally in the comics" as an argument within the film itself. Not the least of which because these things are always somehow in the thing I didn't read or the thing I didn't watch.

#mcu #anti mcu #captain america winter soldier #anti captain americal winter soldier #agents of shield #meta #headcanon #opinion #luxaii

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oliveoomph · 1 year

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Black Adam (2022) dir. Jaume Collet-Serra

#black adam #blackadamedit #sarah shahi #sshahiedit #adrianna tomaz #mohammed amer #karim #no shit #thanks captain obvious #gifs by olive

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durenjtmusings · 1 year

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Steve Rogers: WTF?

Re-watching the Avengers/ Marvel movie storyline in order,* and I discovered a pattern: Steve Rogers’ WTF face.

Bonus: The brow crinkle, hairstyle changes, and those eyelashes...

*This grouping spans The First Avenger to the beginning of Civil War. Set 2 when I finish watching through Endgame...

#steve rogers #that lost facial expression #so pretty #steve rogers needs a hug #or an explanation #if you look closely you can see each image is a key moment for steve in the film #captain america: the first avenger #the avengers #captain americal: the winter soldier #avengers: age of ultron #captain america: civil war

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comicbookbrain · 1 year

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New Ultimates #5

Art by Frank Cho

#Iron man #THor #Captain Amer #Hawkeye

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arctimon · 2 years

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But like...can we get a Captain America series with her in it?

Imagine a situation where a bunch of Boss Awesome stand-ins after his last appearance in Big Hero 6, and some young boys and girls try to set up a new network of Boss Awesome/Captain America people and Fred has to try to track all of them down.

Or maybe she just ends up playing video games all day.

And kicking butt.

Maybe both.

#big hero 6 #big hero 6 the series #boss awesome #captain americal #united states of captain america #the captains network #arielle agbayani #fredzilla

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graphicpolicy · 1 year

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Preview: Captain America and the Winter Soldier Special #1

Captain America and the Winter Soldier Special #1 preview. Explore the origin of Captain America's newest foe - and what the Outer Circle's next play means for the status of the Winter Soldier #comics #comicbooks

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#captain americ and the winter soldier special #captain america #collin kelly #comic books #Comics #jackson lanzing #kev walker #marvel #salvador larroca

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yeris · 10 months

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SEBASTIAN STAN as BUCKY BARNES CAPTAIN AMERICAL: THE WINTER SOLDIER (2014)

#marveledit #buckybarnesedit #dailybuckybarnes #marveladdicts #mcufam #marveldaily #mcuedit #filmedit #marvel #bucky barnes

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visbiscuit · 2 years

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Whistle Stop ( steve rogers version, +18 )

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pairing: Thief!Steve Rogers x FemReader ( no description of ethnicity or body type ) … word count: 1k+ … warnings: this was written for ryan ackerman (you can find that on my profile) but i loved it too much so here i am changing the main male character. male receives oral sex. sort of sub!steve and dom!reader. if you squint, the reader plays with steve's ass (who wouldn't). praising. the thief part... does not exist, i couldn't concentrate enough because i wanted to write smut. IF YOU'RE A MINOR, DO NOT CONTINUE. this is not a work for people under eighteen years old, I don't care if you feel old enough to read smut. you're probably not.

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That's why his former boss hadn't allowed anyone to meet his daughter. That woman... she was a menace.

"Shit."

Droplets of sweat beaded on Steve's forehead. The feel of her mouth around his cock had rendered him speechless. He was unable to formulate a meaningful sentence, the only thing he could do was thank the heavens for that unexpected gift. And she hadn't even started yet. Her lips travelled his length gently and with a feigned innocence. They bathed in his liquid and, like a barter, she spit on his cock every now and then and with a controlled gesture of her hand spread it around his size. Her knees must have ached on the wooden floor, but at that moment Steve was focused on something else entirely.

Her tapered fingers encircled him in an oh-so-delicious grip that made his inner thighs tremble. He hadn't entered that house with the intention of fucking whoever was there, certainly not, but he would never, ever complain about what was happening. His eyes were closed tightly, he knew that if he gave her even a glance, he would come after not even a second. If he had, he would have seen a smirk on the young woman's face and a look of complete hypnotization at the sight of his abs writhing with every breath he took. It had all happened so quickly; she had wasted no time in pushing Steve onto the leather couch and kneeling down like it was her favourite thing to do. Like she was born to do that. She had unzipped his fly with urgency and left a kiss on his member through his boxers. In retrospect, the fact that he was already sitting down had helped him, because that simple, pure kiss had shaken him to the point where he had let out a rough, still premature moan from the back of his throat. She had simply chuckled and gone to work.

When she had removed his boxers completely, she had spent a few seconds staring at him. Although his length was impressive, it was his size that had her mouth-watering, ready to sling herself at his cock. It wasn't like her to act this way, but the sight of Steve's body had turned her into a hungry animal. Her hunger could only be quenched this way.

She began softly, with gentle kisses all over his member until she enveloped the tip of his cock with her lips. A trickle of saliva wet her chin, but that was the least of her worries. Now what she cared about was the way he tried to stifle his moans in futile attempts that did nothing but make her even wetter. She didn't care about being fucked, as long as she could taste him in his entirety. She sucked the head of his cock vigorously, but didn't push herself any deeper. She wanted to be watched like the star of a movie, his eyes had to be on her to imprint an image in his mind that he would hardly forget.

With manicured nails, she pinched his inner thigh and his clear eyes stared at her with surprise and curiosity. "I want you to look at me, Steve," he shook his head, not thinking he'd be able to sustain her passion-filled eyes. "If I don't have your eyes on me, I won't continue" she told him ending the sentence with a squeeze to his balls that made him shudder. He took a big breath and nodded; he would do his best. "Good boy" she gave him a wink.

Then, with a gesture of exhausting slowness, she hollowed her cheeks around his large manhood and took him entirely inch by inch. She never took her eyes off his and contracted the muscles of her throat. Steve could hold himself back no longer and let out a choked moan that echoed through the walls of the living room. The woman ran all the way backwards along his cock, and then, like an expert, repeated the movement over and over again, with greater and greater intensity. Her hands were not still, one was cupping his balls and the other one was caressing his ass, occasionally grazing his anus. He had never allowed anyone to touch him there, but every time her index finger asked permission to enter him, he felt himself melting. He was ready to give to this stranger his most treasured possession if only she asked.

He tried to hold on to her head to take control of the situation and delay the inevitable, but she wouldn't let him do anything and continued her assault on his intimacy. He was her puppet and she was the puppeteer. They had never met before, but it was as if she knew all his weak buttons and was ready to push them all without mercy. Usually, he was the one to take control, but he felt like pudding in her hands.

Her mouth was warm and wet, a place he would gladly lose himself for the rest of his days. The sensations blurred his vision and several times he had to concentrate to keep his gaze glued to her face. She was an angel who was dragging him to hell with her. A fallen angel with black wings. The way he moved her head up and down seemed simultaneously unrestrained and controlled in every minute detail.

He gave her no warning, not that he could have. His orgasm hit him like a runaway train. As unexpected as the whole situation. She was not at all unprepared, she swallowed every drop of his cum as if she needed it. Her thirst had finally been quenched, but she didn't stop moving on his cock. She touched it and stimulated it until he begged her to stop. He couldn't take it anymore, he felt he had no strength to get up or speak. His chest moved slowly, trying to regain its balance as she wiped her mouth of a few ribbons of cum she hadn't managed to catch. She had never stopped smiling at him. She felt proud of herself for making the man in that condition.

"I knew you were a good boy."

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queen-of-the-avengers · 7 months

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Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: tw: rape, tw: talk of being raped but not the act itself, tw: verbal abuse, tw: emotional abuse, john is a really bad person, super sweet bucky, relief and being free at the end

Summary: Ever since your failed one-night stand with John, you two have been in a "relationship". He won't let you leave and treats you like less than. Will you ever find your way out of this abuse cycle?

Squares Filled: romania (2021) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

The person staring back at you in the mirror is someone you don’t recognize. How did you get to this point in your life? You used to be so full of life and loved going out with your friends. Now? You’d rather stay in and not see a single person in fear they’re going to see who you really are: a weak bitch. At least, that’s what John tells you daily. Your eyes used to hold so much light but now they’re sunken in. Your skin used to be glowing but now is pale.

Thank God for makeup.

You paint your face to make yourself look happy, to conceal the tear stains away, and to make your skin shine like how it used to. Just as you put the final brush down, John walks in with a scowl on his face.

“You take fucking forever to get ready. The boys are waiting on you. You’re either ready in five minutes or I’m gonna leave you here and I’ll punish you when I get home.”

“I’m ready.”

You turn to him with a fake smile plastered on your face.

“Fucking finally. Come on.”

As soon as John leaves the room, your smile drops. This is getting to be very exhausting and you’re not sure how long you can do this for. Still, you grab your purse and meet John at the car. One of his good friends is hosting a small party with drinks and dinner, so he doesn’t live far from you and John. John has his hand on your thigh the entire ride as a sort of reminder. His touch makes you want to throw up, everything about him you hate, and he’s not a good person.

Not only is he mentally, verbally, and emotionally abusive toward you, but he crosses the line into physical abuse almost every night. He’s only hit you once out of anger but the physical abuse is sexual. One night a year ago, you were looking for a meaningless hookup to get over your ex and John had taken you back to his place. Everything was going great until the point where you two got into it. You backed down at the last second because you didn’t want to do that to yourself, but John didn’t take no for an answer.

He ended up raping you that night and has been almost every night after that. He became obsessed with you and had been for months before that, and now that he got his hands on you, he didn’t want to let you go.

He won’t let you leave, and you don’t know how to break this cycle.

You and John arrive at his friend’s house just as Bucky and Sam get there. It was John’s idea to invite them as a sort of “get to know my neighbors” type deal. He wants to prove to them that he’s just as capable of being Captain America as Steve was. Bucky isn’t going to go for his bullshit but Sam made him come here.

Bucky smiles when he sees you. He’s always thought you were too good for John but he’s kept his mouth shut because it seemed like you were happy in the relationship. However, when you pass by him to get into the house, he can see how terrified you are in your eyes.

“It’s good to see you two. I’m glad you could make it,” John smiles.

The worst thing about John is that he’s super charming and can convince a town full of people that he’s the good guy.

“Sam made me come.”

“Hush,” Sam says and whacks Bucky on the back of his head.

All four of you walk inside and greet the men who are already here. The only other woman who is here is one of John’s friend’s wife. You’d much rather go off on your own with the wife and make small talk but John keeps you by his side all night. Even as he’s talking to Bucky and Sam about his plans regarding Captain America, his arm is tightly wrapped around your waist. Bucky looks at you briefly and sees the look in your eyes. You’re smiling and agreeing with what John is saying but your eyes are telling him a different story.

Something is wrong here but he doesn't know what or how to help you.

Eventually, dinner is served and you’re seated next to John and the other woman. Bucky and Sam are on the other side of the table but Bucky’s eyes haven’t left you since you walked past him. It’s bugging him that he knows something is wrong without knowing exactly what it is. Everyone is eating and having a good time while you pick at your food cautiously. You can eat only what John approves of you to eat since he’s told you constantly that he doesn’t want you getting fat on him. If you look a certain way, he’ll force you to lose weight until you can fit into the clothes he buys you.

It’s your fault for eating too much anyway.

You’re not sure how the conversation ended up on languages, but John is always looking for an excuse to talk about this. You’ve pretty much tuned out this entire evening.

“I don’t know if you guys know this but Y/N can speak five languages, Romanian being one of them. It’s the one I find the most romantic.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I grew up with it,” you nod.

“Tell them how great I am in Romanian,” John chuckles.

The only other person at this table who can speak Romanian is Bucky. This is your chance. This is your chance to ask for some real help without alerting John you’re doing it.

“Am nevoie de ajutor. John nu mă lasă să-l părăsesc. Mă violează de câteva ori pe săptămână. Este abuziv fizic, verbal, mental și emoțional. Mi-e teamă că mă voi trezi într-o zi să-l văd cu un cuțit în față. Vă rog să mă ajutați. Nu mă va lăsa să plec.”

I need help. John won't let me leave him. He rapes me several times a week. He's abusive physically, verbally, mentally, and emotionally. I'm scared I'll wake up one day to see him with a knife in my face. Please help me. He won't let me leave.

You can’t look at anyone in the eyes, especially Bucky. Still, you peek a look at him to see shock written on his face. He understood every word you said but John is still smiling next to you as if you told everyone how loving and kind he is. John reaches over and grips your thigh gently to let you know he has all the power here.

“What did you tell them?”

You look at John and smile at him.

“How much you love me and how much you treat me like a princess. How much I love you.”

“See?” John chuckles. “She’s a keeper.”

John goes back to eating and chatter resumes as normal. However, Bucky can’t stop looking at you. You lock eyes with him before looking down and finishing your meal. The rest of the dinner goes by without a hitch and John is saying goodbye to his friends.

“I’m going to run to the bathroom real fast. I’ll be quick.”

John can’t be his usual self around company so he kisses the side of your head and allows you to do that.

“Hurry back.”

It’s a simple request but it holds so much threat behind it. You leave his side and head to the upstairs bathroom since that’s the only one working. As soon as the door is closed, you rush over to the toilet and throw up everything you ate. You want to cry until there is no more water in you but you have to remind yourself that John is waiting and he’ll get meaner the longer you make him wait.

Someone knocks on the door and the panic and fear in your body spike to a high level. You wipe your mouth with toilet paper and flush the toilet to make it seem like you’re done.

“Who is it?”

“Bucky.”

Relief replaces your panic but the fear is still there. He knows what John does. He knows everything. What is he going to do? You open the door carefully and he pushes his way inside with determination.

“Is what you said true?”

“I can’t do this here, Bucky.” If you talk about it openly, then you’re going to cry and John will know for sure something is up. “If I talk about it, I’ll cry and I won’t be able to stop.” You look at your reflection to make sure your makeup isn’t ruined. “I have to go. John is waiting.”

“Wait just a minute,” Bucky says and prevents you from leaving.

“Bucky, please. John will get angry. I need to leave now.”

“John is no longer going to hurt you.”

“What?”

“Stay here and wait for my return.”

Bucky leaves before you can say anything else. John sees Bucky come back alone and he’s getting a bit frustrated with you. He can’t do anything in front of his friends but just wait until he gets you home.

“Where’s Y/N?”

“In the bathroom. It sounded like she was washing her hands when I passed by. Can I talk to you for a second outside?”

John looks confused but follows Bucky outside nonetheless. John passes by Bucky while he stares at his vibranium arm. The metal flexes with power and Bucky is trying so hard to contain it.

“You want to know an interesting fact about me?” Bucky asks and looks at John.

“What?”

“Vorbesc fluent Romana.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m fluent in Romanian.”

John immediately gets nervous. You told him you told everyone how much you love him but based on Bucky’s reaction, he knows you said something else.

“That’s cool, man. You and Y/N have something in common.”

With his vibranium arm, Bucky sends what’s supposed to be a deadly blow to the face. It would be deadly if the person he is punching didn’t have the super soldier serum in him. John crashes into the car behind him and sets off the car alarm. Everyone inside rushes outside to see what the commotion is.

“Never lay a hand on her again!” Bucky yells angrily.

Bucky sends another hard blow with his flesh hand to the side of John’s face. This is when the fight or flight response in John kicks in. He starts to fight Bucky back but there is no use in stopping the Winter Soldier. They both have the serum in them but Bucky has always been and will always be stronger than John. Bucky grabs John’s collar and pulls him up to his feet only to slam him to the concrete down below. Bucky punches John’s chest so hard with his metal arm that John’s ribs break and he coughs up blood.

“Hey! What the hell is going on!” Sam yells and pulls his friend off your abuser.

“He’s a fucking abuser and a coward! He’s hurting Y/N, and it’s gonna stop now. Don’t fucking go near her or I’ll do more than break your ribs,” Bucky threatens.

Everyone looks at John who just groans in pain with his eyes closed. Bucky pushes past everyone to get back into the house and to the bathroom where you are. You’re sitting on the toilet biting your nails nervously. You have no idea what is going on out there or what Bucky can do to help you. The bathroom door opens and Bucky enters without a second thought. You stand up to greet him when you smell blood. Your eyes trail down his body until they land on his flesh hand which has open wounds on it.

“What did you do?” you gasp.

“I should have killed him.” The realization that you’re free, at least at this moment, hits you and the floodgates open. The tears come flowing out and won’t stop, and Bucky pulls you into his arms. “He will never hurt you again. Sam and I have an extra room you can use.”

Your grip on him gets tighter.

“Thank you,” you cry and shake in his arms.

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jedimandalorian · 8 months

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Fourth Letter to the Church of Ezrabine at Tumblr

There are more iconic images for your contemplation and study of comparative shipping at this shrine:

https://www.tumblr.com/jedimandalorian/727932424213905408/pictures-do-you-know-true-love-when-you-see

But onward to today’s message of hope.

Sideshow collectibles has created this masterpiece.

This version of Sabine has her own little hologram of Ezra Bridger to sigh over, her own modified version of Ezra’s lightsaber, and a cute pet lothcat from Ezra’s homeworld. Do not let the unbelievers tell you that you are not supposed to ship Ezrabine. I have spoken.

#sabine wren #ezra bridger #star wars #ahsoka series #sabezra #star wars rebels #ezrabine #sideshow collectibles

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theangrykimchi · 3 months

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For the Thorki kiss number 33 please 🙏

I had such a hard time deciding which premise I wanted for this kiss it was insane lol I hope you will like some canon-adjacent thoughts 🥰

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“-the righteousness surging! Hey, do you want to have a rousing discussion about truth? Honor? Patriotism? God bless Amer–hmpf!”

Loki lets the Captain’s Glamour drop as he gets knocked back against a pillar, Thor's massive hand pressing against his mouth to shut him up. He thrashes a little at the sudden manhandling but it's mostly for show. Loki knows this. Thor also knows this, because as soon as Loki grabs his hand Thor retracts it.

“What?” snarls Loki, more irritated by the fact Thor gave up so easily than being handled in that way by him.

Thor takes away his hand resting on the side of Loki’s neck and along with it his warmth, and steps back, silent and somber like a stone statue. He isn't even looking at him and that stokes the fires of Loki's ire. He keeps quiet, though, when he notices the guards passing by them some feet down the hall, subconsciously moving closer to Thor. The last thing he'd want right now would be to be thrown back in his cell before getting to have some fun, so he waits until the guards have vanished down another corridor, before he speaks.

“You could at least furnish me with a weapon. My daggers–something.”

Thor finally looks at him, scowling—Loki doesn't care, elation fluttering in his gut—and pulls something metallic from inside his drab cape.

“At last,” Loki smiles widely, offering his hands for the weapon to be placed inside them, “a little common sens-...”

A pair of seidr-dampening handcuffs locks around his wrists and it's Loki's turn to scowl now, raising his hands between them, glaring at Thor.

“I thought you liked tricks.” Thor chuckles and is about to walk away when, in a motion quick as lightning, Loki throws his arms above and over his brother's head and pulls him close by the neck, bringing their mouths together in a forceful kiss that doesn't last more than a few seconds. Thor’s hand slaps against his lean chest in reflex, pushing him back against the wall again, growling. “Loki–”

“I do like tricks. Especially ones played at your expense.” Loki purrs and locks his hands firmly behind Thor's neck, tangling his fingers in long, blond strands of hair. Thor doesn't come easier when Loki pulls him close this time but their lips come together in another kiss that doesn't last longer than the last. The third, though, this one does last longer and the flutter in Loki's belly turns into a blizzard as Thor loses himself into the silky side, the familiar taste for a few moments more.

When he speaks, his voice has lowered, got raspier, sending sparks down Loki's spine to his toes for hearing it like that again after all this time, filled with want. “There's no time for your games, brother.”

A long leg wraps around Thor's hip, keeping him firmly pressed against Loki, their manhoods rubbing together through layers of clothing.

“This is where you are mistaken, dear Thor, there's always time for a little fun to be had.”

Those massive hands finally return to Loki's body, one pressing bruises above his hipbone and the other cradling his neck. So fiercely. So tenderly.

“This doesn't change anything, I'm still angry at you,” Thor whispers before Loki seals their mouths together in a biting, unforgiving kiss that leaves them seeking more and more when it's over.

They don't pull apart until a commotion from down the hall compels them to do so, Loki already thinking of how he's going to tease his brother into ravishing his mouth again at the first possible moment when a hard slap makes his head turn. With his lips still tingling and bruised from their kisses, it takes every little ounce of self-control in him not to start laughing at Thor's new amore’s face.

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#thorki #thunderfrost #thor/loki #my stuff #writing #tdw thorki #tdw scene rewrite #unbeta'd #kiss prompts #ficlets #my fic #will post on ao3 at some point #kimchi.writes #loveisakiss

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