#mcu posters

[mcudc616]

Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D

[shambelle97]

GOD LOKI - TV SERIES / SEASON 2 | TEXTLESS POSTERS | (2023)

[Textless] Loki God of Stories (4K UHD) HIGH-RES OFFICIAL TEXTLESS POSTERS from Episode 6!

4K UHD: 3072 × 4096

4K UHD: 2701 × 4000

Edits by: @theKomixBro

[thatgaydisneyfan]

This movie was so good...ppl need to appreciate it more, imo!

Posters celebrating the worldwide release of The Marvels. Art by Tracie Ching, Diego Candia, Jem Ward, Diela Maharanie, Ryepe, Mike Sandoval, Jeyce Nunes, and Thouchapon Singhavejsakul.

[juridical-angel-blog]

I Am Iron Man Special Poster RDJ ''Iron Man 2008''!

[mannyblacque]

[trendfilmsetter]

New Fandango film poster for DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE

Releasing in theaters July 26th

[thejdblog]

New poster for Deadpool and Wolverine

[pooslie]

To the end of the line.

Captain America: the Winter Soldier, the Movie Poster We Should Have Gotten (Redbubble)

Inspiration and non-titled version below cut:

No title version:

This is my magnum opus! A GIANT photo manipulation of at least 12 source images, painstakingly taken apart and put back together in Photoshop. at one point this beast had over 80 layers! I am surprised my computer didn't crash!

Inspired by the Iron Man 3 and Thor: the Dark World posters wherein the love interest is posed like a Damsel in Distress.

Since Bucky IS CapSteve's damsel in all 3 movies!

^ my original digital sketch (featuring my FAVORITE Bucky drawing OF ALL TIME by @evankart!) and first attempt at a digital drawing using adobe illustrator (to be fair to 2021 me, I had been using illustrator less than a year at that point and would have just done it in Photoshop originally if it wasn't a project for one of my Graphic Design college classes) I used it for a magazine spread in my capstone (My paper was about queerbaiting in the MCU click to read on Ao3!) See the rest of the illustrations here!

When i saw the @catws-anniversary event, i KNEW I had to do it! Prompts: Devotion, Reunion, Schoolyard and battlefield, Favorite Stucky scene (missing scene lol)

[theavengers]

Marvel Studios' ECHO (2024) Official Poster All Episodes Streaming January 10 on Disney+ and Hulu

[badlynamedurl]

I’m bitches

[mcudc616]

Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. | Season 1

[shambelle97]

LOKI - THOR THE DARK WORLD / TEXTLESS POSTERS (2013)

[laurastreit-art]

New tribute poster for Agatha

Which version is your fav ?

[selfcestmovies]

WandaNat #MirrorSex

It starts with a glance.

Natasha stands in front of the mirror in their shared room at the Avengers compound. She had gotten distracted again, while changing out of her Black Widow attire after another grueling assignment in the field. Her muscles tense, eyes fixed on her reflection, but there’s something else in the way she watches herself tonight—an unspoken tension, the weight of unspent energy from their last mission hanging in the air. Wanda entered the room and took a lingering moment to watch her with a small, knowing smile.

“You always do that,” Wanda says, her voice low and teasing. “Stare at yourself like you’re sizing up an opponent.”

Natasha glances over her shoulder, the corner of her lips twitching into a smirk. “Old habits. Need to make sure I can still kick ass.”

Wanda’s eyes glint as she sits up, the red aura of her powers sparking faintly around her fingers. “You’re more than that, Nat.”

There’s a heat between them that’s been simmering for weeks, but tonight, it feels different. Deeper. More dangerous. Wanda’s gaze lingers on Natasha’s body, tracing into the air between them the curve of her hips, the definition in her abs, the way her muscles shift as she moves. Natasha doesn’t say anything, but she feels it—the phantom touch of Wanda's fingers and the weight of the witch's eyes on her.

“I can feel you staring,” Natasha says, her voice dropping an octave as she meets Wanda’s gaze in the mirror.

Wanda stands, crossing the room slowly, her bare feet soft against the floor. She stops just behind Natasha, her hand hovering an inch from her waist, teasing the air between them before finally resting her palm against Natasha’s skin. Natasha’s breath hitches at the contact, and for a moment, she closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of Wanda’s warmth against her back.

“You’re beautiful,” Wanda whispers, her lips brushing the shell of Natasha’s ear. She knew that Natasha Romanoff, despite all her allure and brilliance, needed to hear those words.

Natasha opens her eyes, her gaze locking with her own reflection, watching as Wanda’s hands travel up her sides, her fingers grazing the edge of her bra before sliding back down to her hips. There’s something about seeing herself like this—vulnerable, exposed, but undeniably powerful—that makes her pulse quicken. Wanda’s touch is like a spark.

Wanda smiles as if she can feel the shift in Natasha’s thoughts, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Natasha’s skin. “You like this, don’t you? Seeing yourself like this…”

Natasha doesn’t answer, but the way her breath quickens gives her away. She leans back into Wanda’s touch, her body arching slightly as Wanda’s hands explore her, slowly pulling the black tactical leather off her shoulders.

“You want to see more, don’t you?” Wanda’s voice is sultry, teasing, and Natasha’s eyes darken as she watches herself in the mirror, watching Wanda’s hands on her body.

There’s a flicker of red at the edge of the mirror, and Natasha’s reflection suddenly shifts—not just an image anymore, but something tangible. Her reflection smirks back at her, moving with a confidence that Natasha recognizes all too well.

“What did you do?” Natasha’s voice is low, almost breathless, but there’s an edge of curiosity in it.

Wanda’s grin widens as she presses her lips to Natasha’s neck, her voice a soft purr against her skin. “I thought you might want to play.”

In the mirror, Natasha’s reflection steps forward, out of the glass, an exact duplicate. She moves in sync with Natasha for a moment, equally as confounded by the spell, it seemed, as though testing the boundaries of the enchantment.

The real Natasha’s breath catches as she stares at herself—her double, an identical copy, down to the smallest detail. The mirror-Natasha grins, her eyes glinting with the same mischief that always hides behind the assassin’s cool exterior, but now there’s something darker in it. Something primal.

Wanda’s fingers curl around Natasha’s waist, holding her steady as the Natasha copy continues to step forward from out of the frame of the mirror, closing the distance between them. “You’ve always been good at controlling yourself, Natasha. But what if you didn’t have to?”

Natasha doesn’t answer, her eyes locked on her mirror-self. The double moves in close, pressing against her, the heat of her body mirroring Natasha’s own. She’s standing in front of a living, breathing reflection of herself—every curve, every scar, every inch of her, perfectly replicated.

The double’s hand slides up Natasha’s arm, teasingly slow, before curling around the back of her neck. “You ever wonder what it’s like?” her double whispers, voice low and sultry, sending a shiver down Natasha’s spine.

Natasha’s lips part, her heart pounding in her chest, but before she can respond, her double’s lips are on hers. The kiss is hard, demanding, a mirror of Natasha’s own intensity, and she gasps into it, her hands instinctively grabbing her double’s waist, pulling her closer.

Wanda watches, her eyes glowing faintly as she keeps her hand on Natasha’s waist, guiding her. “That’s it… don’t hold back.”

Natasha can feel her double’s body pressed against hers, the heat, the familiar curves, the taste of her own lips. It’s overwhelming, intoxicating in a way she didn’t expect. Her double’s hands roam her body, mirroring the way Natasha has touched others in the past, but now it’s her own body being worshipped, explored.

Wanda leans in, her lips brushing Natasha’s ear. “How does it feel, Natasha? To lose control? To let go?”

Natasha groans softly, her head tilting back as her double’s lips trail down her neck, kissing, biting, teasing. It’s surreal, feeling the pleasure of her own touch, the way her body responds to itself. It’s like stepping into a dream—one that’s both terrifying and exhilarating.

Her double grabs her firmly, spinning Natasha around and against the glass of the mirror, now back into its original corporeal place. Nat lets the copy pin her wrists above her head with a strength that mirrors Natasha’s own. Their eyes meet, and for a moment, Natasha sees herself—really sees herself—without the walls, without the mask. She’s always been in control, always the one pulling the strings, but now… now she’s letting herself be seen, touched, consumed by her own desires.

Wanda’s magic hums around them, a soft red glow filling the room as the mirror enchantment deepens, heightening the sensations. “Don’t hold back,” Wanda murmurs, her voice a soft command. “Show yourself what you’ve been hiding.”

Natasha leans into the kiss, into the moment, and for the first time in a long time, she lets go.

[marvelmutantmagic616]

X-Men Apocalypse Posters.

[ianmaxfielddesign]

A fourth wall break inside a fourth wall break? That's like... sixteen walls.