#ucm

[mystisophia]

Some nights, Tony would sneak through Peter's bedroom window just to fuck him. The thrill of having to be quiet, the possibly of being caught by Peter's aunt made the situation even hotter— especially for Tony.

Why? You might ask.

Well, Peter was especially sensitive and loud during sex, so, when they had this kind of "clandestine sex", Tony would bury Peter's face into the pillow to muffle his moans, or silence him with his mouth as he fucked Peter senseless, treating him like his "personal sex toy" pushing him to the limit. A single loud noise and it could all gone wrong, pure adrenaline.

they always got away with it. They were never caught. No suspicions raised.

Until one morning...

Peter came home from school, the door to his room was ajar and the apartment was tidier than it was early this morning.

Spring cleaning happened here? Definitely.

He never really mind that his aunt came into his room when he wasn't there. It used to be a problem back when she didn't know his identity as Spiderman— But now? Not a big deal anymore.

So he walked into his own room, carefree.

But oh. There she was. Sitting on his bed. Serious look.

Peter froze. What? what happened?

Then he remembered. Tony had come come over last night.

Had she heard them? Or worse, seen them

"We need to talk"

Shit.

Not the "We need to talk" crap.

Millions of possibilities ran through Peter's mind, one worse than the other.

But not this one.

May found the used condoms in the trash can.

Uh oh.

She wasn't upset, in fact she was proud that her nephew was being safe even if the pregnancy card wasn't on the table (since she already knew Peter was gay) But still, proud.

The problem came when May started to flooding him with questions like:

Who was he sleeping with? How long had it been going on? Why hadn't he told her about his first time? Didn't he trust her? Did he have more than one sexual partner???

Cornered. panicking.

The word "boyfriend" slipped out of Peter's mouth.

Oh no, Peter...

Now May wanted to meet this so-called "boyfriend". She wanted to see if he was good enough for her nephew, if he really cared about him and respect him propertly.

But how did you tell your beloved aunt that your boyfriend was nothing less than Iron Man? Huh? How did you explain that to her?

The hero who was also your mentor, your role model, the person your aunt trusted to take care of you.

Peter was screwed and not in the fun way.

If Tony showed up at their apartament door claiming to be his "boyfriend", Peter knew his aunt would castrate him with her bare hands.

Fuck.

And he also knew Aunt May wouldn't let this go easily

Double fuck.

(sorry again for my bad english, not my first language ugh-)

~ mystisophia 🍒

[seven7arts]

THIS IS INSANE 🙎🏻‍♂️👩🏻‍🦰

[nerdbrazil]

[sp1nes0up]

Just gonna leave this here 😍

[sunschay]

The Anger of the Soul | Natasha Romanoff! x Gender Neutral Rogers Reader.

After an unsuccessful mission, the reader ends up having trouble controlling their own anger and injures their hands. Natasha takes care of their injuries and feelings, and everything ends up going beyond what she planned.

Note: This is my first oneshot so forgive me for any spelling mistakes below, I hope you enjoy this.

Warnings: None.

Fluff, soft angst.

Word count: 1,4 K

The shrill sound of ambulance sirens was too much for their ears. All that blood, that dirty earth, building debris and rubble on the ground, it was too much. The mission had failed. An excruciating pain spreading through their wrist brought them back to reality, staring at the empty gym ahead. They had failed and the guilt would consume them until it corroded their nervous system, until it drove them to the limit. But Y/n already felt at the deepest limit. 

“Ugh!” They growled, landing blow after blow on the poor punching bag in front of them. 

There was something deep down in Y/n's mind that told them that the failure of the mission was their own fault, that everything there had resulted from their incompetence and misery. A strong kick knocked the bag to the floor, previously hanging by a thin sports rope under the gray ceiling of the gym, and they began to remove the bandages from their hands quickly. 

Their knuckles were raw, not only from the combat on their mission, but also from their little conflict with their own punching bag. Y/n sat down exhaustedly on the nearest bench, broad shoulders rising and falling along with their tired chest, their forehead sweaty and their once hopeful eyes now staring at a fixed point in the darkness of their own twisted mind. Footsteps sounded down the center hallway and they looked up furiously to see a red-haired female figure enter the gym. 

“You shouldn't take this out on yourself, Rogers.” Natasha scolded seriously, approaching to help them remove the bandages and holding their wrists. 

Natasha stood there, small bruises on her face, almost nonexistent. She was wearing a simple black tank top, tight uniform pants, boots, and still had her holster on, a revolver tucked into her waistband. Her red hair was impeccable as always, her green eyes worried and confused. 

The cuts on their hands and knuckles were deep, dried blood marking their pale skin like some of the many battle scars they carried with them. Y/n shook her head, lowering her gaze from them and trying to avoid Romanoff's gaze on their faces, she intimidated them and she knew it. 

“We could have done better. I failed at everything ” They groaned, getting up from the bench to go to the nearby bathroom and stick their hands under the cold water, trying their best to ignore the excruciating pain of every tiny cut and bruise. 

“We all fail, that doesn't mean the weight of the world has to be on your shoulders alone. You are my friend. Let me help.” The redhead asked as she approached again, carefully grabbing her friend's wrists. 

No words came out of Rogers' mouth. They went back to the gym and sat under the bench while they allowed Natasha to clean the rest of the dried blood with a damp cloth, using a small tweezer to catch small shards of glass lost in the mission. Her eyes were beautiful and Y/N hated to think about it, they were friends. But they felt for her, things that friends shouldn't feel, and they would suppress it as soon as possible.

“I know you hurt the rest of your body, take off your shirt so I can take a look.” Natasha asked calmly and politely, placing the blood-soaked cloth in a pot of water, watching the clear water turn bright red. 

They took off their shirts, their eyes going anywhere and in any direction other than Natasha's. It seemed unusual in a way. Natasha was very respectful and skeptical, of course, but they still weren't used to simply taking off their shirts in front of her. It was somehow exposed. Romanoff noticed some bruises on Y/n's body, moving away to get some ice packs and some painkiller. 

“You don't have to do this, I don't want to be a burden, Nat.” She heard them speak again, her red eyebrows arching before looking at them deeply.  

“If you say you're a burden again, I'll give you a black eye myself.” The redhead whispered, her serious green eyes staring into theirs and then she sat down on the bench too. 

Natasha applied some of the cold ointment to her hands, carefully working it into Rogers' skin, massaging their tense shoulders and squeezing, hearing a few exhausted sighs in response. She subtly pressed the muscle in their bicep, biting her lip to keep the unprofessional thoughts from entering her mind. 

“Your hands are divine.” Natasha heard Rogers' soft whisper and smiled mentally, continuing the little massage. 

“Focus, Rogers.” She teased, her fingers trailing down the middle of their back. 

She felt them tense and then she quickly removed her fingers, seeing a cluster of deep scars in the middle of their spines. She already knew that S/n had those scars. War scars. Some were old, some they had earned during all their missions as the Avengers.  Natasha swallowed hard, pressing the ice pack to one of the deep, violent bruises on their arm, trying to breathe calmly as she helped her friend. 

“I feel so angry that even breathing feels wrong.” They whisper, their voices deep and hoarse with so much fury kept inside and stored inside themselves.

“..I don't want to feel like this anymore, but all I want most of the time is to break things. Without fear of the consequences, just break and smash anything that dares to move, Sam got hurt today because of me. ” They shook their heads, jaw clenching tightly. 

“No, he didn't! He got hurt because we were too far away to catch him and you carried him to the safest spot yourself. Y/n, you saved him.” Natasha corrected them, her warm hand cupping their faces with a simple, subtle touch. 

Y/n felt a small shiver at Romanoff's touch, their faces softening little by little and they slowly moistened their lips. Natasha's touch was like being on the edge of paradise. It was like a pure feeling, the purest and sweetest feeling in the world, an inevitable cliché that not even the redhead knew the power she had. 

“This anger consumes you. This anger makes you sick. We need to take care of it.” Natasha slid her hand over the middle of their chests, the sound of rapid heartbeats making her eyes close quickly. 

“I know exactly what destroys my anger, what calms and numbs my fury. I don't need anything else.” Rogers stated, their dark eyes flicking between Natasha's eyes and her lips. 

Natasha blinked in confusion, not taking a single step away from them. She watched Rogers lean closer, their now soft breath landing on Romanoff's porcelain face. And then, with a firm, slow movement, their fingers gripped her slender waist, pulling her close before pressing their lips to hers. 

Natasha's lips were full, soft as lying on a lawn full of fresh roses. The feel of her skin on theirs sent a shock through both their bodies, which were in a state of deep frenzy. Romanoff closed her eyes, her hand instinctively grabbing their shoulder, squeezing gently before returning the kiss with passion, her body starting to burn in flames. 

Y/n kept one hand on her waist, the other long hand snaking down the agent's body until it sank into her red hair, her fingers getting lost in the fiery, red softness. Natasha let out a small gasp when their tongues met for the first time, the innocence of the first kiss slowly escaping between silent lines. 

“You are the solution. You are the cure for my rage, Nat.” Rogers whispered, their lower lip being slowly bitten by Natasha. 

“Before I thought we shouldn't rush so much... now all I need is you, no matter how long it takes.” Romanoff sighed, feeling a small trickle of saliva leave their lips.

They turned as soon as they heard footsteps, still glued to each other when a Steve entered the room, half in uniform, stained with blood and with cuts on his face. He looked suspiciously between the two, his mouth slightly open in an 'O' and then took a deep breath.

“I think I'd better come back later.” Their brother announced, his face slightly red and his blond hair completely disheveled.

“Great idea, Steve.” Y/n shook her head, hearing an embarrassed laugh from Natasha.

They felt Natasha's arms snake around their shoulders, her sweet yet mysterious scent filling their senses, their body that was once tense and completely filled with anger now softened. Calm. Tranquil. A well of tranquility, literally. All Y/n really needed was Natasha with them. They needed her, not just to control their anger. They needed her because their souls were destined for each other, and that would never change.

“Okay. You can relax now.” Natasha murmured, tightening her embrace around them.

[emeraldrush]

NEW FANTASTIC FOUR TRAILER Y'ALL!

Marvel really said: give them Pedro Pascal in retro suits and uniforms and now we say THANK YOU 🙏🏻🛐💙🩵🤍

[coffeetxl]

I see a lot of Stucky everywhere but... Can we talk about the fact that we need to see these three together in a relationship?

The world needs more Wintershieldbones (I would also like more Shieldbones)

[iilanaslvr]

This is the skin of a (witch) killer, bella

[tomhardymyking]

The 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎 movies, and 𝗧𝗼𝗺's 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺 and 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸, will always be the most special, I will have enormous affection for them, and they will always be irreplaceable 🤍

They say their universe will end with 𝑲𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏, but I will always be waiting for their return and their happy ending on screen, because of the multiverse, the incursions, the 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓-𝑴𝒂𝒏 4 rumours... 🤞🏻

I also won't get over the 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ending despite the open ending they leave about 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺 still being alive and going to find 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲, maybe through the waiter... I want to see that on the screen, not imagine it 🥺 I don't want the last image of 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 on screen to be him alone out there remembering 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺 and his sacrifice for the person and planet he called home, and thinking that he's really dead 💔

Please let them have their happy ending on screen 🙏🏻

⠀⠀⠀⠀

Las películas de 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎, y 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺 y 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗰𝗸 de 𝗧𝗼𝗺, siempre serán lo más especial, les tendré un cariño más que enorme, y siempre serán insustituibles 🤍

Dicen que su universo acabará con 𝑲𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏, pero siempre estaré esperando su vuelta y su final feliz en pantalla, por el multiverso, las incursiones, los rumores de 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓-𝑴𝒂𝒏 4... 🤞🏻

Tampoco superaré el final de 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎: 𝑬𝒍 Ú𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒐 𝑩𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒆 a pesar del final abierto que dejan sobre 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺 siguiendo vivo y que va a buscar a 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲, quizás a través del camarero... Yo quiero ver eso en pantalla, no imaginármelo 🥺 No quiero que la última imagen de 𝗘𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 en pantalla sea él solo por ahí recordando a 𝗩𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗺 y su sacrificio por la persona y planeta que consideraba su hogar, y pensando que ha muerto de verdad 💔

Por favor, que tengan su final feliz en pantalla 🙏🏻

⠀⠀

[thatblonderussian]

It's time to cook dweebs

[shykpop]

MARVEL matching icons, +like or reblog If you use

[mystisophia]

It's so weird to see posts about Tony and Peter like scenes and stuff... and Immediately think "Oh, Nice! Starker" — and then read the #'s and not see Starker anywhere but see "Iron dad" and "Spider son" in it

But the post is SO STARKER, SO ROMANTIC. Like, how the fuck can you tell me it's just "Iron Dad & Spider son" and nothing else, huh? nah, bro😭💀🙏

But anyway... call it whatever helps you sleep at night ig 🤷‍♀️

~ mystisophia 🍒

[seven7arts]

The final of the hex and the reality || Wandavision and Agatha All Along.

[nerdbrazil]

[azyracrowleyseb]

[skylarstark4826]

I loved these beautiful Fanarts of the Buckarah or Sarucky ship from the Captain America and The Winter Soldier series of the characters of Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier) and Sarah Wilson (Sam's Sister) together and above all because I really love the way Bucky stayed with Sarah and now both have a romantic relationship and I did everything because I'm a big fan of the ship of both together and this comic of both is so beautiful besides it makes me laugh the way that clearly Sam is in brother mode Greater overprotective with Sarah and Bucky together and I really love absolutely completely the truth and above all because I really feel that they really had a lot of chemistry of the romantic mole during the Captain America and The Winter Soldier series and I really would have liked us to have seen them have more scenes together and also see them spend more time together... I don't know about you but I really want to see them together again in the next series and movies of UCM and that then we can see them again... sincerely

By the way, these beautiful Fanarts of them are not mine and the credits are not for me, but I will let you know that right here I am going to leave you the link of the real creator on Tumblr.