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Omega Level Mother Energy ⚡️
#XMen97 #Storm
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Wanda and Nat look up as Y/N flies down and lands…
Wanda: detka!
Natasha: moya luybov!
The two women run up and hug Y/N…
Y/N: my loves, I’m home!
Y/N kisses Wanda and Natasha tenderly…
#marvel#marvel imagine#marvel fluff#mcu#mcu imagine#mcu fandom#marvel incorrect quotes#incorrect marvel quotes#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#wandanat#wandanat x reader#wandanat x you#wandanat x y/n#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff x reader#black widow#scarlet witch
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Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes
Captain America: The Winter Soldier
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Daughter’s First Words » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier
Pairings: Husband/Dad!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Mom!Reader with daughter Leah
Summary: Bucky’s and Y/N’s daughter says her first words.
Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, use of nicknames/pet names
Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.
Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier
GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.
“Say mama.” You say to yours and Bucky’s 7 month old daughter Leah.
Leah made a babbling and reached for your necklace. You groaned, dropping your head against the back of the couch. Your daughter giggled at your frustration. Since Leah is inching closer to her first birthday, you and Bucky have been trying to get her to talk.
“Please, sweetie. It’s not that hard.” You pleaded softly. “Say mama.” You say.
Leah made another babbling noise which quickly turned into an excited squeal when Bucky walked in the living room.
“What are my favorite girls doing?” Bucky asks, sitting down on the couch next to you and Leah.
“I’m trying to get Leah to say mama.” You tell him.
“I see your problem.” He starts. “You’re saying it wrong it’s pronounced dada.” He says jokingly.
“No, I believe I’m saying it right. Say mama, Leah.” You say.
“Say dada.” Bucky says.
Leah looks from you to her daddy. Her lower lip quivered, feeling overwhelmed. Her eyes teared up.
“Don’t cry, baby.” You cooed softly, gently rocking her in your arms.
Leah sniffles and looked at her daddy, reaching for him and doing grabby hands. Bucky took her from your arms and laid her against his chest, rubbing her back to soothe her. Soon her eyes began to droop as sleepiness took over her.
“You tired, princess?” Bucky asks, looking down at her.
She made a babbling noise like she was saying yes.
“Let’s get you to bed.” He says, carefully standing up with Leah securely in his arms.
Bucky changed Leah’s diaper and put her pajamas on. He read her a bedtime story while carefully rocking her to sleep. You walked in Leah’s nursery at the end of the story. You walked over to your husband and daughter, giving Leah a kiss on the top of her head. Bucky gave her a kiss before putting her in her crib. You two quietly left her nursery and closed the door.
“We’ll try more tomorrow, doll.” Bucky wraps his arms around you and kisses your lips. “Let’s go to bed.” He says.
The next morning, you and Bucky woke up to the sound of Leah crying. You were getting up, but Bucky stopped you by grabbing your arm.
“I got her, doll.” He says softly.
You laid back down and Bucky got out of bed to get Leah. Leah stopped crying and her eyes instantly lit up when she seen her daddy. She reached up for him, doing grabby hands to get him to pick her up.
“There’s my little princess.” Bucky cooes, picking her up. “Good morning.” He says softly.
Leah made a babbling noise and reached for his dog tags, her little hand grasping the chain and held it tightly.
“I bet you’re hungry, aren’t you, princess?” He playfully poking her belly, making her giggle. “Let’s get my princess something to eat.” He says.
Bucky went to the kitchen and made a bottle for Leah. He went back to her nursery and fed her while gently rocking her in the rocking chair that’s in her nursery. You woke up an hour later and reached an arm out for your husband, only to find out that he wasn’t in bed with you. You rubbed your eyes and got out of bed. You heard talking coming from Leah’s nursery so you went in there.
“Say dada.” Bucky says to Leah.
Leah just babbled and held onto the chain of his dog tags. Soon her attention was on you. She let out an excited squeal when she seen you.
“There’s mama.” Bucky cooes, pointing at you.
You approached them and gave both of them a kiss on the cheek.
“Is daddy trying to get you to talk?” You asked her.
She babbled, reaching for your -Bucky’s- t-shirt and tugging on it, wanting you to hold her. You carefully took her from Bucky.
“Do you want to help mommy make breakfast?” You asked her.
Leah let out an excited squeal and clapped her little hands together, making you and Bucky smile at her cuteness. You made your way downstairs to the kitchen with Bucky following behind you. You put Leah in her high chair so she can watch you make breakfast. You were getting everything you needed to make breakfast when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind.
“What are you making for breakfast?” Bucky asks curiously.
“Pancakes.” You answered.
“I love your pancakes, but I love you and Leah more.” He says, kissing your cheek.
Meanwhile, something on the kitchen counter caught Leah’s attention. It was a bowl of plums. She wanted one and tried to reach for it, but she was too far away from it. She huffed and tried to come up with a way to get the plums. The only thing that came to her little mind is what you and Bucky have been trying to teach her all week. She decided to give it a try.
“P-P-P-” Leah starts, babbling a little.
You and Bucky quickly turned your attention to Leah.
“Oh my god! I think she’s going to say papa!” Bucky says excitedly.
You and Bucky approached Leah as she was trying to say her first word.
“Come on, sweetheart. You can do it. Say papa.” He cooes at her.
“P-P-Plum.” She finally says.
Your jaw dropped while Bucky was having a proud dad moment.
“Do you want a plum?” He asks her.
“Plum.” She says again.
Bucky got a plum and cut it up for Leah. He put the plate in front of her. She curiously looked at the cut up plum on the plate before picking up a piece and put it in her mouth. Since she didn’t have many teeth, she just sucked the juice off of it. A smile grew on her face and she clapped her little hands together, trying to tell you guys that she likes it.
“Do you like the plum?” Bucky asks her.
“Plum!” Leah says happily.
You were still in shock, but happy that your daughter said her first word. You were expecting her to say mama or dada, not plum.
“You said your first word, sweetie!” You tell her.
Leah smiles up at you and her daddy with plum juice on her face. Bucky got a towel and gently wiped it off. She curiously grasped one of Bucky’s vibranium fingers.
“D-D-Dada.” Leah slowly pronounces. “Dada!” She says more clearly.
“That’s right! I’m dada. You’re so smart, princess.” Bucky cooes. “Can you tell me who that is?” He asks, pointing at you.
“M-M-Mama.” She pronounces. “Mama!” She says.
“That’s right! I’m mama.” You cooed at her.
You went back to making breakfast a few minutes later with a smile on your face while Bucky was feeding Leah plums and tried to get her to say Steve. She couldn’t pronounce his name very well so she said Steeb. He was trying to teach her how to say Sam, but she ended up saying Ham instead.
“Told you she’d say dada before mama.” Bucky says with a grin on his face, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.
“Shut up.” You jokingly mumbled loud enough for him to hear.
Bucky gently turned your head and gave you a kiss on your lips. The kiss was short lived when Leah shouted.
“Icky!” Leah shouts, covering her eyes with her little hands.
You two couldn’t help but laugh at how cute she’s being. Bucky went back to Leah, seeing that she ate most of her plum.
“You want another plum, princess?” Bucky asks.
“Plum, dada!” She says.
“Looks like we’re having plums for breakfast.” He says, looking at you with a silly grin on his face.
“She’s so your daughter, Bucky.” You say, playfully shaking your head at your husband.
Bucky just continued to grin as he got another plum for Leah.
“Mama?” Leah says.
“Yes, sweetie?” You asked.
“Plum?” She asks, giving you her last piece of plum.
“Thank you, baby.” You smiled and ate the plum.
“Dada doesn’t get a plum?” Bucky asks, playfully pouting.
Leah grabbed a piece of plum and handed it to her daddy.
“Thank you, sweetheart.” He smiles and ate the plum.
After Leah was done eating her plum, Bucky gently cleaned the plum juice off her face. He picked her up from her high chair and took her to the living room to watch TV while you cleaned up from breakfast. When you were done, you joined your husband and daughter in the living room. Leah was seconds from falling asleep.
“Someone is sleepy.” You say to Leah.
Leah snuggled herself against Bucky, her little hand holding tightly onto the chain of his dog tags. You sat down next to Bucky, cuddling yourself against his side. Bucky wrapped his right arm around you protectively while his metal arm had a protective hold on Leah.
“I love you, girls.” Bucky says softly.
“We love you too, Buck.” You say with a smile.
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-Bucky’s Doll
#sergeant james buchanan barnes#sergeant james barnes#sergeant barnes#james buchanan bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#james bucky barnes#james barnes#bucky barnes#winter soldier#sebastian stan#sebastian stan characters#avengers#marvel#marvel mcu#mcu#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x wife!reader#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes one shot#bucky barnes imagine#husband!bucky#dad!bucky#wife!reader#mom!reader
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Exploring Bucky’s Body
Bucky x GN!Reader
Description: When Bucky feels self-conscious about his scars, you take a moment to remind him how perfect he truly is
Warnings: Nonsexual nudity, hurt/comfort, Angst and fluff, insecurities, Sad!Self-Conscious!Bucky, pet names (Sweet Boy, Sweetheart, ), no y/n used, no pronouns used beyond "you"
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Bucky has been off all day.
No one else seems to see it, he’s gotten good at hiding it from most people
But you know him better than that, you can see how deep in his own head he is
The distant look in his eyes, the fact he’s even quieter than usual, the way he tenses when anyone touches him, even you
He assures you that he’s fine when you ask, that nothing’s wrong, but you know him
You decide not to bring it up again until the two of you are laying down to go to bed that night
You notice he still has a t-shirt on as he gets ready to settle in, which is strange because he almost always sleeps without a shirt on, adoring the feeling of your skin against his own
So you wrap your arms around his waist from behind, pressing a little kiss to the crook of his neck
“What’s on your mind, Sweet Boy?” you whisper. Bucky didn't look at you, “you know you can talk to me, Honey. Please, what’s wrong?”
He shrugs, avoiding your gaze
You sigh, and go to reach under his shirt to rub his back when you hear a sharp inhale
“Buck? Are you okay?”
“Don’t,” he whispers, “don’t touch them. Please.”
“Don’t touch what?”
“The scars.”
Realization hits you instantly
Bucky gets in his own head, so nervous about how others see him. How you see him.
“Bucky…” you move in front of him, sitting in his lap and taking his face in both hands, “you know I love your body…”
“Don’t act like you don’t hate them,” he murmurs, eyes still refusing to meet yours, “you don’t have to lie–”
“Ssshhh…” you wrap your arms around his neck, guiding his head to your shoulder and running your fingers through his hair, “I’m not lying. I love every part of you.”
He still won’t meet your gaze, so you decide to try something
Sliding out of his lap you softly ask, “Sweetheart, can you lay down for me?”
He cocks his head, finally looking at you, eyes full of confusion
“Just trust me, okay?”
Finally, he does as you ask and settles in bed, resting his back against the headboard
You slip off your shirt
You slip your shorts off as well, fully naked in front of him.
He’s surprised, to say the least
“Doll?”
“Would it be alright if I was on top of you?” you ask.
He nods, still confused as you straddle his hips
Your hand finds the waistband of his boxers
“Can I take these off?” you ask.
His eyes flit around, biting his lip as his body goes tense
You can see the conflict in his blue eyes, desperately wanting to be against you but also so nervous about being seen
Finally, nervously, he nods, and quietly says “yes.”
you slip them off, and his underwear is on the floor
Your hand runs along the hem of his shirt, “can I take this off?”
He pulls back, terrified to let you see him
“I promise, I won’t hurt you, Baby Boy,” you whisper, “just want to show you how perfect you are.”
He’s nervous, you can tell, but he slowly slides it off, you assisting him
Once he’s fully bare, you begin to gently run your hands along his torso
“D-Doll,” he gasps out, eyes fluttering, “don’t…”
“Shhhh, just lemme touch you,” you lean forward and kiss his cheek, “just lemme admire my Incredible boyfriend.”
Your fingertips draw shudders from his body and gasps from his lips, shocked by your gentle touch
Nothing sexual, just you dragging your fingers along every mark, every scar, every tense and taut muscle, every dip of his ribs
Exploring his body with the softest, most gentle feather-light touches
“How?” Bucky whispers, his voice full of emotion. You look up at him and see tears forming in his eyes, “how could you like touching them?”
You reach out and cup his cheek, wiping the tears with your thumb.
“Because you had to be so strong and so brave for so long, Baby,” you lean down and kiss a slash along his ribcage, causing him to gasp, “your scars reflect that. They show how hard you fought, and that you survived. You made it through, and stayed the same kind, gentle, loving man that Steve told me stories about when I first joined the team. You’re a warrior, Bucky. And these show that. They’re a part of you, and I think they’re so beautiful for that.”
He doesn’t respond, but looks up at you with eyes filled with love as you lean forward
"You're so beautiful, Bucky. Every inch of you is perfect," you whisper, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear, "I love you."
He holds your face with both hands, pulling you in for a soft kiss, tender and full of love.
“I love you too.”
#bucky barnes#mcu#james bucky barnes#james buchanan barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes angst#mcu bucky
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Charlie Cox in tight shirts that emphasizes his arms - remember your assignment Daredevil Born Again!
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Spicy cake
Katya finds a new way to communicate her needs.
• Natasha Romanoff x Fem!OC
• Wordcount: 1.4k
• Warnings: suggestive talk (this is a given at this point)
Do not repost my work as your own or translate my work!!
Masterlist
A/N: I owe this whole idea to @nataliasquote <3 ty girl
2028
Listen, Katya in the kitchen wasn't anything new. She cooked dinner three days of the week, and sometimes she liked to bake simple cakes or cookies, the ones from those boxes.
But she'd been in the kitchen, mixing and rummaging, for the past two hours, and Natasha was starting to get confused. No cake or cookie would take that long to make. Not even including prep and baking time.
On top of that, an unfamiliar smell filled up the house. It was cake, but a special kind of cake. Flavored? It had a hint of strawberries.
Now, it could be that Natasha's senses were still confused from the cake tasting they'd done just this morning. Four hours of trying different flavors and textures of cake to decide which one they should serve their wedding guests. Her tongue was still confused.
Initially, she simply wanted to pick a flavor from the menu and tell the bakery to go with it, but Katya had pouted like a little kid who was robbed of going to the candy store. So they went cake tasting. Whatever makes the wife happiest.
Would Clint and Tony make fun of her for agreeing to go with Katya's choice and have a white chocolate cake with raspberry cream? Probably. It screamed, "my wife picked this and I went along with it because I'm a simp for her, and I couldn't care less about the flavor of the cake, and white chocolate is way too sweet for my taste". But Katya left the bakery with the biggest smile on her face, and that's all that mattered.
Blinking the sleep from her mid-day nap from her eyes, Natasha wandered down the stairs, curiously creeping up to the kitchen. The smell was even stronger here, seducing her into following her nose towards the source. She couldn't deny it, it smelled great, her mouth watering despite the abundance of cake currently being processed in her stomach.
"What are you—"
A towel flew through the kitchen. One second, Natasha saw everything, the next, her vision was black. The smell of wet cotton filled her nose, filtering the one of freshly baked cake, much to her disappointment. Katya had thrown the towel with such precision and skill that it covered her face and stayed there, like a makeshift ghost costume.
"Don't look! It's a surprise."
Natasha felt like a complete idiot, standing there in the door opening with that thing on her head, but she didn't fight it. "What are you doing in there?"
"Making a cake for you."
Even blind, she knew what expression her wife was making based on the tone of her voice. Giddy, adorable excitement, the most endearing, bright smile on her face.
Natasha furrowed her brows, her heart swelling. "For me?" It wasn't her birthday, and she didn't accomplish anything exciting lately.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Just because." Katya beamed. There was some clattering, a few silent footsteps on the ground. Natasha sensed her body as it moved around the space.
"How can you even still think about cake after this morning?" She teased lightly.
It was meant to be a joke, one Katya would respond to with something witty or sarcastic, but Natasha's question was met with a pause that was a bit too long instead. Slowly, the smile faded from her lips.
"Should I have made something else?" Katya asked softly.
"No!" Natasha exclaimed in a hurry. She nearly tore the towel off her head to show Katya exactly how soft and grateful her eyes were. Even if she was literally puking from eating too much cake earlier, she'd still thank her wife for being so sweet. "No, baby, I love it."
"Okay." The enthusiasm returned to Katya's voice, to Natasha's great relief. "Give me ten more minutes and I'll be done. Then I'll show you what I've been working on."
"Okay."
Doing a 180-degree turn in her spot, Natasha pulled the towel from her head. Oxygen-rich air filled her lungs as she walked to the living room, plopping on the couch with her phone. She had to fight off a thoughtful frown as she scrolled away and liked some posts on her Katya fan account.
Something in her gut told her that she should be suspicious. Katya baking a cake wasn't weird, but Katya baking a cake after the cake tasting this morning was weird, and Katya hiding said cake was even weirder. Usually, she was happy to indulge her family in their curiosity.
Natasha was knee-deep into another Katya fan account, and just about to zoom in on a bikini picture of her, when Katya's voice rang out.
"You can come back!"
Cautiously, she locked her phone and returned to the kitchen. Katya shielded her masterpiece with her body, a huge grin on her face as she waited for Natasha to be ready. Ready for something mysteriously. Her enthusiasm would be more endearing if Natasha was less suspicious.
"Tada!"
The cake revealed itself when Katya stepped aside. Natasha narrowed her eyes at it, taking a few steps closer to see it better.
Heart-shaped, it was at least ten inches tall and covered in pink buttercream. No fancy decorations, no other colors. Just a pink heart. Simple, classic, sleek
Oh, and two words on top.
'BANG ME'
Natasha just managed to keep her face straight, but it caught her off guard so badly she nearly choked on her own spit. Her heart skipped a few beats as she composed herself, putting on a nonchalant demeanor.
"Okay."
Surprised, Katya perked up. "Okay?"
"Okay. I'll bang you," Natasha said casually, shrugging her shoulders.
Katya's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, her previous confidence faltering because of her wife's casual use of vulgar talk. "Nat."
"Is it not what you wanted?" Natasha asked, slowly backing the brunette up against the counter. "It's a very clear suggestion. Very on the nose."
"You want me on your nose?" Katya feigned stupidity.
"I-" Natasha closed her mouth and shook her head with disappointment, much to Katya's amusement. The woman's blue eyes sparkled with mischief, a sly smile exposing her teeth. It was hard not to roll her eyes at it. "I love your writing," she commented, looking at the cake over Katya's shoulder. It was the worst example of capital block letters ever. Any six-year-old could do it better on paper.
Katya frowned in offense. "Don't shame my writing. It was my first time using a smaller piping bag."
"I can see that."
The frown deepened. "It was between, 'Bang me', and, 'I love your tits'. I went with this one."
"Amazing choice, baby," Natasha said dryly, running her hands from Katya's hips up to her waist, sliding them under her shirt. "I'm honored that you felt a need to declare your love for my boobs on a cake."
"Maybe I can do that next time." Katya abruptly perked up. "Oh! I can make the cake in the shape of actual boobs!" She was so excited about that prospect that she looked ready to make that cake right now.
Natasha chuckled lowly, giving her waist a playful squeeze. "How about you work on some actual, actual boobs right now?"
Katya froze. Her gaze flickered to Natasha's boobs and lingered there, a shimmer of lust mixing into her enthusiasm. "Actually?"
"Actually."
The prospect made her mouth water, yet her joy faltered a bit as she looked back up at Natasha's face. "What about my cake?"
The redhead smirked, pressing Katya further into the kitchen island with her hips. "Oh, I'll eat your cake."
Bonus:
Brooklyn perked up as she followed Maya into the house, kicking her shoes off by the door. "It smells so good in here!"
"My mom must have baked something." Maya smiled, always happy to try one of Katya's masterpieces. Stress-baking has made a good baker out of her.
Without waiting for her girlfriend, Brooklyn hurried into the kitchen, following the aroma that drifted into her nose. She spotted it instantly. "A cake!"
"What ki—" The girls stopped in their tracks, side by side as they read the words once, then twice, then another time to make sure they said what they said.
Slowly, Maya's face turned red. And even Brooklyn, who usually didn't get flustered easily, started to pale. They were both familiar with the Russians' shenanigans, but they hadn't stumbled upon something so embarrassing yet.
"We're never talking about this again," Maya muttered, dragging her girlfriend out of there.
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Tony’s Childhood. Part 2.2. Effects: Inner Child
Before this part, be sure to read Part 1 and Part 2.1.
Let’s go back to his sometimes childish behavior: for example, he plays nanoball with Pepper in several scenes in IM2, buys her plush toys, throws things off the countertop and climbs onto it to be higher, and so on…
Some may have noticed that this happens more often in the presence of Pepper, who in some ways acts as his mother figure. And, even more important for understanding this phenomenon, he does this when he is in serious condition: in IM2 he is dying from palladium poisoning, in IM3 he has PTSD.
Note: using the phrase “childish behavior” I do not mean infantilism as a disorder – that’s different, and something that Tony does not have.
So why is he like this?
The answer is simple: he was not allowed to be a child when he was one, and was emotionally neglected, so his normal psychological development was disrupted from an early age, leading to the development of this coping mechanism, and ultimately part of his personality remained in "child mode".
As Howard rushed to prepare Tony to become "the messiah", he discouraged him from normal childhood activities and behavior, even when Tony was 4 years old. His parents were not present in his life emotionally from the beginning, and later they were also not present physically. From the age of 7, Tony lived in conditions that children much older than him usually live in, with those older children, not with peers. His activities there consisted mainly of studying science and technology. He couldn't act like the child he actually was. And in college, when he was still a kid, he was thrown into the community of college students. Not the proper environment for a child.
From his perspective when he recruited Peter in CW he was recruiting a 15-year-old himself, who, in many ways, was already an adult.
However, these misfortunes in the future allowed him to easily find a common language with children like Harley, Peter, and Morgan. His inner child understands them, knows what they want and need, how they think. He does not talk down to them and treats them as equals. He also knows what to get Harley for his help and how to be a great father - because he can see from both perspectives.
Conclusion: Tony was deprived of the opportunity to be a child, which affected his psychological development, leaving him a bit of a child in his adult life. This had its pros and cons, including some difficulty communicating with other adults, but at the same time, it made it easier to communicate with children.
It also gave him a somewhat distorted view of childhood (thinking that other children were just like him - practically little adults), which gradually faded with the experience of caring for a "regular" teenager.
All these features also allowed him to become a wonderful father in contrast to his own.
#tony stark#iron man#marvel#mcu#the avengers#avengers endgame#pepper potts#iron man 3#iron man 2#peter parker#captain america civil war#howard stark#morgan stark
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Ryan Reynolds as Wade Wilson
DEADPOOL (2016), directed by Tim Miller
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So, i'm reweatching Daredevil season 2 because i'm a simp.
Anyhow, season 2 episode 3, Daredevil and Punisher flirting fighting on a rooftoop. When Police investigate the scene this poster shows up:
Well if it isn't Standard Heating Oil. And then I thought oh well I guess it some kind of those fake comapnies they use for movies, surly there is no wayy
Oh well, a short trip to google and I find this:
Same roof, same poster. I guess they filmed it in the same time frame.
So guess what, kids? From now on both Abel Morales *and* Santiago Garcia & Frankie Morales are canon to the MCU.
Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.
#oscar isaac#abel morales#daredevil#a most violent year#frankie morales#santiago garcia#triple frontier#j.c. chandor#mcu#moon knight
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Speaking about Character AI,may I request a dark Doctor Barnes of the mental ward with a patient reader based off your Doctor Barnes Character AI? I wanna see a human writer's take on it. Start off with the same paragraph from Character AI chats and proceeds from there. And can I request for mental hospital Doctor Bucky to be soft dark,please? Always soft & adoring with her yet possessive and doesn't hide his feelings her. And always wanting to feed her too when she's restrained. And stroking her hair,her face,kissing her,touching her,everywhere. He'll discharge her himself and takes her to his home to take care of her forever. Even got a ring ready to make her his wife,whether she wants to be or not.
You sit in a chair with your hands restrained, a doctor sits in front of you and stares at you. He looks intimidating and like a man that shouldn't be messed with
"Easy there, you had a bit of a violent episode so we had to sedate you and restrain you.
Do you know where you are?" He asked, slowly leaning forward as you looked around the room.
Various artifate adorned the blank white walls.
"Shield psych hospital." You grumbled as he smiled.
"Smart girl." He said as he stood up and came to kneel beside you.
"I don't think you need these restraints, do you? If I take them off, do you promise to be good, doll?" He asked, gently running his hand up your arm.
"I won't do anything." You said making him smile as he slowly unlocked the restraints.
"There's a good girl, that must feel better, huh?" He asked as you nodded a little.
"How long do I have to stay here?" You muttered, he reached up and ran his hand along your thigh.
"Quite sometime, sweetheart. You're a bit troubled, my dear." He said with a smile.
"Stop touching me." You grumbled as he chuckled.
"Come on, sweetheart. I'm just being affectionate, letting you know you're safe. How about I show you to your room and get you some food?" He suggested as you nodded a little, you couldn't help how hungry you felt.
"There's a good girl, come on."
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This place wasn't as bad as the others you had been in, Doctor Barnes was rather...touchy but you couldn't hell but indulge in it.
After the history of your trauma, some part of you loved the idea of being touched and favourited by the top doctor.
Barnes entered your room in the morning and he knelt beside your bed watching you sleep.
"You're so beautiful... You don't deserve to be here, do you?" He whispered as you began to wake up.
"Good morning, my darling." He said with a smile as you yawned.
He leaned in and kissed you softly before you backed away a little.
"You shouldn't...you're not allowed to do that." You whispered as he chuckled softly.
"My darling, I'm the head doctor here. I can do whatever I want. And I know how much you want it. You think I don't hear your little voice moaning my name?" He asked as your face went red and you looked away.
"Don't be embarrassed, doll. I think it's cute you like me so much. And you're my favourite patient." He whispered leaning in again to kiss you again, you relaxed a little and kissed him back.
His hand went under your shirt and ran along your hip.
He leaned away and smiled, looking at your flushed face.
"You're such a beautiful girl." He whispered as you felt his cold hand graze your nipple, you gasped and grabbed his wrist.
"Are you sensitive there, my little patient?" He asked as you bit your lip and nodded a little.
Suddenly he heard someone coming and immediately stood up and placed the blanket over you.
A nurse entered with a smile.
"Doctor Barnes, I've got Y/N's medication." She said as he nodded.
"Thank you, Lyla. I can give it to Y/N and make sure she takes it." He said as she nodded and handed him the pills.
She walked out and Barnes locked the door before kneeling beside your bed.
"I'm not taking it." You grumbled, turning you back to him.
He ran his hand along your side.
"Well, if you take these little pills for me. I'll do something special for you." He said as you slowly turned around.
"Like what." You whispered making him chuckle.
"I'll take care of that little situation that I know is happening between your legs after I touched you." He whispered, your face flushing even more as you sat up and took the pills.
"There's my good girl." He whispered as he reached between your legs and pressed.
You gasped and couldn't help but grind against his hand, making him chuckle.
"I wanna...grind on your thigh." You muttered as he laughed and sat up on your bed, patting his lap.
You straddled one of his large thighs and began to grind against him.
You gasped and closed your eyes, moaning softly and he held your hips, controlling your movements.
"You don't deserve to be here, such a pretty girl. You deserve to be taken care of. You'd make a perfect little wife, wouldn't you?" He growled as he watched you lose yourself from pleasure.
You covered your face as you moaned.
"Is that what you want, baby? Want me to take you away from this place and make you my perfect wife?" He asked as you covered your mouth and looked at him.
"Y-Yes... I wanna be away from here, wanna be your wife." You whispered as he chuckled and brought you in to kiss him.
"I promise to make it happen, baby doll."
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Y/N walks around shirtless…
Steve: it’s like 30 degrees outside. Why aren’t you wearing a sweater?
Y/N: Natasha keeps stealing my sweaters and hoodies
Natasha walks out in Y/N’s hoodie, snuggling into it…
Y/N: can’t I have just one back, malyshka?
Natasha: no. They all smell of you and I want them all
#marvel#marvel imagine#marvel fluff#mcu#mcu imagine#mcu fandom#marvel incorrect quotes#incorrect marvel quotes#black widow#natasha romanoff#scarlett johansson#black widow x reader#natasha x reader#natasha x you#natasha x y/n#natasha romanoff x reader
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Robert Downey Jr as Tony Stark
Avengers: Age of Ultron
#marvel#avengers#marveledit#mcuedit#tonystarkedit#ironmanedit#tony stark#iron man#robert downey jr#rdj#avengers: age of ultron#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#199999#film#marvel movies#avengerscompoundedit
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This Is Lokius Candy
#lokius#mobius m mobius#loki#tom hiddleston#owen wilson#mcu#marvel#disney plus#crackship#wishful shipping#disneycore#twizzlers#key lime pie
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Waking Up Before Bucky
Bucky x GN!Reader
Description: Just you, watching Bucky sleep in the moments before you have to start the day
Warnings: fluff, no y/n used, no pronouns used beyond "you"
((18+ only below the cut please and thank you!!))
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You are most definitely NOT a morning person, so this morning where your eyes open before the alarm is both a blessing and a curse
You're curled up on Bucky's shoulder, watching him.
It makes you smile, knowing that he’s getting the rest he so desperately needs
Bucky always looks so peaceful when his sleep isn't interrupted by nightmares.
The near-permanent scowl he wears is gone, his brows relaxed, mouth slightly curled up in a smile as he holds you close
His short hair is sticking out in all directions, some of his bed head falling into his eyes
The golden light of the early morning creates stark shadows on his face, chiseling out his features like the Greek statues you saw in museums
He's so precious
Your hand runs along his chest, fingertips gently running along the light dusting of hair that grows there
He lets out a pleased little hum in his sleep, a little smile on his face when he feels you touching him
Your hand gently glides up from his chest, tenderly cupping his jaw and pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose
His crystalline eyes open when he feels you moving, and smiles when he sees your face
"Mornin' Doll," he drawls out, pulling you in for a kiss, "you're up early. What were you doin’, huh?
You smile and press against him, “just watching you.”
#bucky barnes#mcu#james bucky barnes#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes x reader#buckybarnes#mcu bucky barnes#bucky x you
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