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MHA x Doctor Strange fanfic???

She's alive!

I know. It's been literally years since posting anything. Anyways, i have a fanfic idea that is essentially a My Hero Academia and Doctor Strange crossover. It's a Bakugou Katsuki x oc (because I can't wait another year to see him alive).

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Odessa Valencia (oc)

It would take place after the time skip, so they're around like 27 years old.

Magic is very much real. Practioners of the Mystic Arts protect the very fabric of reality every single day, yet no one knows. After all, in a world of quirks, no one bats an eye to the strange and peculiar anymore until it gets frightening.

Odessa was born without a quirk. The black sheep of her family, but not just because she doesn't have horns of shoot spiderwebs out of her fingers, from a young age, she could see spirits. The ghosts in the attics and entities in the corners of rooms were always chalked up to a wild imagination and an affinity for anything weird and creepy. Little does anyone else know, but Odessa has a knack for the mystical.

Let me know if anyone is even interested in this???

Little snippet underneath.

The neon-drenched streets of Shinjuku pulsed with an otherworldly energy, the aftermath of their supernatural encounter still thrumming through the air. Bakugo's eyes, blazing with a mixture of fury and bewilderment, locked onto Odessa. His chest heaved, his expression was somewhere between adrenaline high and confused.

"What. The. FUCK," he snarled, each word punctuated by a small explosion crackling at his fingertips. The sudden bursts of light cast eerie shadows across his face, highlighting the intensity of his glare. "Was that?! You better start talking, or I swear I'll-"

Odessa sighed, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her secrets. The kaleidoscopic glow of the surrounding neon signs seemed to dim. She met Bakugo's fierce gaze, her voice soft but resolute. "I'm sorry, Bakugo. I truly am. But I can't explain this to you. It's... it's better if you don't remember any of this."

Before Bakugo could react, Odessa's hands began to move in intricate patterns, leaving faint trails of golden light in the air. Strange, ethereal symbols flickered into existence around her fingers, pulsing with an otherworldly rhythm. "You'll wake up tomorrow thinking this was all just a vivid dream. No harm done, I promise."

Bakugo's eyes widened in disbelief, then narrowed in determination. As Odessa's glowing thumb approached his forehead, he reacted with lightning-fast reflexes. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around her wrist with an iron grip. The collision of their opposing forces sent a visible ripple through the air, distorting the neon reflections around them.

"Don't you fucking dare," Bakugo growled, his voice low and dangerous. The air crackled with tension, small sparks dancing across his palm where it gripped Odessa's wrist. His crimson eyes bored into hers, a maelstrom of emotions swirling within them – anger, confusion, and beneath it all, a burning curiosity. "You don't get to decide what I remember. Start talking. Now."

They stood frozen in this tableau, the bustling Shinjuku night fading into the background. The neon lights seemed to pulse in sync with their racing heartbeats, casting ever-shifting patterns across their faces. In that moment, as magic and mundane reality collided, Odessa realized that her carefully constructed world of secrets was about to unravel in ways she could never have anticipated.

The ethereal glow around Odessa's hand flickered and faded, the arcane symbols dissipating like smoke in the wind. She let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping as the tension drained from her body. The neon lights of Shinjuku seemed to pulse in sympathy, casting ever-shifting patterns across her face.

"Fine," Odessa said, her voice low and laced with a dangerous edge. Her eyes, usually warm and mischievous, now held a cold, steely glint. "I won't erase your memories, Bakugo. But you have to swear - on your life and your honor as a hero - that you won't breathe a word of this to anyone. Not a single soul."

Bakugo scoffed, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. The red glow of a nearby sign caught the sheen of sweat on his brow, making him look almost demonic in the eerie light. "Oh yeah? And what if I don't? You gonna threaten me, little miss secret agent?"

Odessa took a step forward, closing the distance between them. Despite being shorter, she somehow seemed to loom over Bakugo, her presence filling the space around them. The air crackled with an unseen energy, making the hairs on the back of Bakugo's neck stand on end.

"You have no idea what I'm capable of, Katsuki Bakugo," Odessa whispered, her words carrying a weight that seemed to bend the very fabric of reality around them. "There are forces at play here that you can't begin to comprehend. Things that would make your quirk look like a party trick."

For a moment, Bakugo's cocky facade faltered, a flicker of uncertainty passing across his features. But it was gone in an instant, replaced by his usual scowl. "Whatever," he growled, crossing his arms. "I still want to know what the hell is going on. Why are you really in Japan? And don't give me that investigation article bullshit."

Odessa took a step back, the oppressive aura around her dissipating. She shook her head, a sad smile playing on her lips. "I can't answer that, Bakugo. It's not just about me. There's too much at stake." She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "It's still in your best interest to let me erase your memory of this. You can go back to focusing on being a hero, on saving people from threats you can see and touch. Leave the shadows to those of us who dwell in them."

The bustling nightlife of Shinjuku continued around them, oblivious to the cosmic drama unfolding on the sidewalk. A group of laughing tourists stumbled past, their carefree chatter a stark contrast to the tension between Odessa and Bakugo. In that moment, as neon light and shadow played across their faces, the gap between their worlds seemed insurmountable.

Bakugo opened his mouth to respond, his brow furrowed in a mixture of frustration and curiosity. But before he could utter a word, a sudden gust of wind swept through the street, carrying with it the faint scent of ozone and something otherworldly. The neon lights around them flickered for a split second, as if reality itself had hiccupped.

He blinked, momentarily disoriented by the strange phenomenon. When his eyes refocused, the words he had been about to say died on his lips. Where Odessa had stood just moments ago, there was now nothing but empty space.

Bakugo's eyes widened in disbelief. He spun around, his gaze darting frantically from one neon-drenched corner to another. "What the-" he sputtered, his voice a mixture of anger and bewilderment. The crowded Shinjuku street continued its nocturnal dance around him, oblivious to the impossible vanishing act that had just occurred.

He pushed through a group of giggling tourists, ignoring their protests as he scanned the faces in the crowd. But Odessa was nowhere to be seen. It was as if she had been swallowed by the shadows between the flickering neon signs.

Bakugo stood there, rooted to the spot, his mind reeling. The pulsing lights of a nearby pachinko parlor cast an ever-shifting kaleidoscope of colors across his stunned face. In that moment, as the boundary between the mundane and the mystical blurred before his very eyes, Bakugo realized that his understanding of the world had just been irrevocably shattered.

The night air seemed to whisper with secrets, and for the first time in his life, Katsuki Bakugo felt truly out of his depth. As he stared into the neon-lit abyss of Shinjuku's nightlife, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had just glimpsed the edge of a world far vaster and more mysterious than he had ever imagined.

[zi-i-think]

Hey guys!

So sorry that I haven’t been active for the last few months. I’ve been going through some stuff and I transferred to a new university so I had to readjust to a new city, living alone, etc. it’s been a lot.

I will be getting to the requests I have this weekend, I think I have like three. And I’ll also be adding some new characters that I’ll write for. Thank you for bearing with me!

Love you all, and hang loose amigos !

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Am i in love with a strong, attractive, pink haired confident woman ?

Yes, yes i am.

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Thank you!!

Missed You

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Supersolider!fem!reader

Rating: NSFW (Minors DNI)

Word count: 2.8 k

Warnings: Smut!; Switch!Sam; Switch!reader; oral (f receiving); vaginal sex; safe sex

Request: no

Prompts: Smut; Fluff

AN: This is my first time writing smut so please be kind. I kinda mixed the comics (Earth 616) and the MCU cause I felt like it.

Finally, a moment to breathe. Between missions and meetings and espionage and the occasional supervillain and many other things, you barely had any time with your boyfriend. Each of you has been busy saving the world in one way or another.

But today, after weeks of only getting glimpses of one another, you and Sam were finally able to spend a few days together. Just you, him, maybe a cheesy movie, and some incredible sex.

You’ve been home from your own mission for a couple of hours now. And according to his text, he should be arriving at the compound at any minute. Sometimes you’d wait for him at the apartment, but other times you liked to wait for him there. It gave you a chance to train and the company was nice. There was always at least one other Avenger there. Usually Bruce or Rhodey.

“How the hell have you never seen Men in Black?” You were baffled. You knew Bruce wasn’t much of a movies guy, but this was still a surprise. “It’s iconic.”

“I’m more of a romantic-comedy kind of guy.” He shrugged at you, taking a sip of his freshly made coffee. “Besides I think if I were to watch it now the aliens would hit a little too close to home considering how many space wars we’ve been in.”

“We’ve only been to space like, once.” You reminded him.

“And I personally consider that one too many times.”

You laughed with him and shook your head. You sometimes forget that this superhero life isn’t supposed to be normal. But you wouldn’t trade it for anything. You’ve been to so many places, met incredible people, and got an awesome boyfriend.

Speaking of, you heard the sound of the faint sound of the Quinjet landing in the hanger. Another plus of the superhero life was the superpowers, like enhanced hearing so let you know when your boyfriend was arriving.

“That’ll be the team.” You grinned and slipped off of the kitchen stool.

“I’m going back to the lab then,” Bruce stated, grabbing his coffee and walking off.

“Alrighty.” You gave him a thumbs up and started heading in the direction of the hanger. “I’ll talk to you later, Bruce.”

“Yep.” He called back to you and disappeared into the hall.

You got there just as the small team was getting off the jet. All of them were a bit beat up, but no one looked like they had any serious injuries. You locked eyes with Sam as he was having a conversation with Bucky and Natasha. Steve must still be in the jet or was already off doing something else. Sam grinned and waved at you with both arms high above his head.

“How’d it go? Punch any bad guys?” You asked them while walking Sam put his arm around you and kissed the top of your head.

“You know it. A.I.M. didn’t even see us coming.” Sam gloated.

“They would have if your boyfriend here was a bit more careful with his gadgets,” Natasha smirked as she teased.

“Hey, his name is Redwing and he saved your ass five times over.” Sam teased back, raising a brow.

“It’s a robot,” Bucky grumbled, giving Sam a death glare.

“He’s advanced, okay.” Sam continued to defend his ‘bird.’ You stayed out of it. Because as much as you loved Sam, you knew that any negative word said about Redwing would start a debate that would take time away from actually enjoying your time with him.

“Alright, babe. Don’t you think it’s about time we head home?” You asked, removing his arm from around your shoulders and intertwining your hands instead.

“Yeah, I’m starving anyway.” He agreed, letting you pull him in the direction of your car.

“You kids stay safe.” Natasha waved goodbye with a knowing smile.

“Yeah, don’t want any miniature Wilson’s running around,” Bucky added, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Y/L/N-Wilson's.” You corrected him.

“What’s wrong with taking my last name?” Sam asked a dramatic hand on his chest with his jaw dropped, an attempt to look insulted.

“I like my last name.” You giggled and then kissed his hand. “You could always change your last name to mine.”

“Oof,” He chuckled. “Yeah, babe. No.”

“We’ll see.” You shrugged.

The rest of your day was spent catching up. He told you about A.I.M.’s attempt to build some machine to create earthquakes using some ancient artifact. And you told him about your mission with Stark and Dr. Strange.

He made dinner and you cleaned up. Well, that usually was the arrangement. Sam insisted on cleaning up with you; wiping down the counter, putting a dishwasher detergent pod in the machine.

The minute you closed the dishwater and turned it on, Sam turned you around by the waist to face him and put his lips on yours. You responded quickly and eagerly. His kisses were like a fire, lighting you up instantly and you never wanted to put it out.

His lips were warm and tasted like the red wine you both had during dinner. They moved against yours softly. Passionately. You craved move of him. Your hands moved up his strong chest. One hand went behind his neck, pulling him in closer and the other rested on his cheek.

His hands went from your waist to your ass. It was his favorite second body part of yours, right after your thighs. He squeezed it, not enough you hurt you but enough to get you to moan into the kiss. Not that he could hurt you anyways.

He pulled away for just a moment to mutter “jump.” You understood what he was saying and proceeded to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. One of Sam’s hands stayed on your ass while the other was on your back, holding you up. He carried you to the bedroom.

The apartment was basically engraved in his head. Sam knew every corner and every creek of the place. You, on the other hand, still bumped into the tables and spouted colorful words when you did.

He didn’t throw you on the bed, but he didn’t lay you down like a flower either. Once you were on the bed, Sam’s lips trailed down your chin and your neck. Finding that sweet spot he knew all too well, he sucked and nibbled, making you let out a throaty moan. You could feel his smug smile while he moved to another spot on your neck.

Your hand slid down his body right to his bulging dick. You didn’t unbutton his pants, not yet, but you just palmed over him. Earning a deep moan from him. The vibrations sent a pleasurable shiver throughout your entire body. Sam moved up until his lips were right by your ear.

“God, I can’t wait to show you just how much I missed you.” He said with a raw and deep voice that was already sending your head reeling.

“Then get on with it.” You hummed as he gently bit your earlobe.

He quickly pulled off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and beautiful biceps. You wished he never had to wear a shirt. His hands then pulled at the bottom of your shirt, swiftly removing it and throwing it to the side. His eyes lingered over your breasts, still covered in a black bra.

“Starstruck?” You teased with a giggle, leaning up and unclipping the bra yourself.

“For you, baby? Always.” He leaned down to kiss you shortly while you removed the bra completely.

He started kissing down your front, paying close attention to your right boob first. His mouth wrapped around your nipple, gently nibbling and sucking at it. Your chest started to rise up faster. Then his right hand traveled down you softly to unbutton your jeans. His hand slipped under it but he kept it over your underwear, just barely touching you where you needed him to.

“Sam, I swear if you keep teasing me like that I’ll do the job myself.” You grumbled.

“Patience, princess.” He chuckled, looking up at you. You bit your lip at the nickname. He always said to make you feel special, and god(s) did it work. “We’ve barely just started.”

He moved to your other breast, giving it just as much attention as the first one. This time, though, his fingers were rubbing soft circles over your clit. A spark was lit in your core and you tried to press yourself on him more to chase that euphoric feeling.

Sam, being the little teaser he is, kept moving his hand away. He liked the little chase you had going on. And while he wasn’t planning to keep it going that way, he wanted you to wait. To just give you a taste of tonight.

“Sam.” You mewled. “Please.”

Okay, maybe he wasn’t going to keep you that much of a hard time.

“So desperate.” He murmured and started to shuffle closer to the end of the bed. You lifted yourself off the bed while Sam pulled down your jeans along with our underwear.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” You bit your lip and grinned as you spread your legs and arrested your head on the pillows comfortably.

Sam shook his head in amusement before he threw your leg over his shoulders and wrapped his hands over your thighs. Then he dove right in. He licked a stripe up your slit, getting a pleasured sigh from you.

He focused on your clit. Wrapping his lips over the bundle and his tongue worked on it. He went around clockwise, counterclockwise, slicked it, nibbled. Every second of it was bringing you closing to the edge. You whimpered his name, only making Sam more confident and working harder on you. He alternated from flattening his tongue to licking your clit again.

Your legs were threatening to close. Sam could only do so much to keep you open for him. One thing about your relationship was that it was made up of trust. Your super strength was a worry when your relationship first started, scared you might hurt him. But Sam would be lying if he said that the bit of danger wasn’t exciting. The thought of making you feel so good that you might lose control was such a turn-on. He trusted you so much to have enough restraint and you trusted him.

He let out a throaty moan, the vibrations made you mewl out. You were getting close. The little spark started a fire, twisting and making you forget the rest of the world beyond the bedroom door.

Sam pulled away from the bundle to lick up your slit, tasting the slick juices that were leaking out before going right back to your clit. His hands were tightly wrapped around your thighs. His right hand slid around and down your core. You almost flinched back when you felt his warm hand slid between your folds. He went up, his fingers teasing you lightly for only a couple of moments before he slipped in two of his fingers.

“Oh my god(s).” You moaned. Your hips wanted to squirm under the pleasure. His fingers stretched you out and hit all the right places. He knew just how to work your body. His fingers curled, stroking that special spot. Your hips buckled and your back was arched. So close.

“Fuck, Sam. I-” You cried out before your voice was caught in your throat. Your hands gripped the sheets and twisted them, needing something to clench.

“Come one, princess. Cum for me.” He mutters, mouth still working on your clit. His words sent your head spinning and your senses were overflowing. The orgasm finally hits you and you cry out in pleasure. Sam takes a couple more seconds, licking up your folds. You were already so sensitive, you squirmed at the touch.

“So good for me,” Sam mumbled. He softly kissed the inside of your thighs and his thumbs rubbed small circles over your skin. His praise made you giggle and you slowly started to feel your body relax after the high.

The weight at the bottom of the bed was gone as Sam crawled back over you. Your arms went around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. Your hands dragged down his side to the waist of his jeans.

“I think it’s time we took these off.” You hummed in between the kiss and finally unbuttoned the jeans and unzipped them. Sam hummed in agreement. He got off the bed and opened the drawer by the bed. He pulled out a condom and set it to the side so that he could slip off his pants and leave them on the floor. His dick was already erect.

He didn’t notice you swipe the condom off the table. Sam went to grab it, but when the condom wasn’t there he looked around, thinking it fell off.

“Hey, Y/n. Did you see where the-” He was cut off when you grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto the bed.

“You mean this?” You quipped, sitting on your knees and looming over your boyfriend. The gold condom wrapper was hanging in between your teeth. Sam chuckled and sat up on his knees to try to get situated over you. But you pushed him right back down, his head hitting the pillows.

“Nuh-uh.” You tisked, already getting on top to sit lightly on his abs. One hand rested on his chest and the other by his head. “My turn.” You kissed his lips softly, gently biting his lip while you pulled away.

Sam stared at you with hearts in his eyes. You moved to sit up more, letting his cock slide from behind your ass to hit his abdomen.

You’re hand wrapped around his dick and rubbed the tip before pumping it a couple times.

“Fuck, y/n.” He groaned.

You smiled and finally ripped the wrapper off the condom. Slipping it over his cock, you then positioned it over your entrance. Sam let out a growl when you sank down onto him. He wasn’t a small guy. His dick stretched you out well, filling you up perfectly. Your face twisted in bliss while you tried to control your breathing.

An idea struck realizing you were in the position to give Sam payback for his teasing earlier. Once he filled you up completely, you stopped, letting his dick sit in your pussy.

“Y/n,” Sam muttered, realizing what you were doing.

“Yes?” You asked innocently with a smile

“Are you going to move?” He asked, his hips were trying to move and get some friction going.

“You mean like this?” You moved your body down, hands rubbing against his chest when you started licking and sucking at his neck. His cock is still buried inside you.

“Please.” He groaned. His hands were resting on your waist, rubbing them as if it would get you to start to move. You moved your upper body for just a moment to grab his hands and hold them above his head.

Then you were right back at rucking on his neck, leaving as many hickies as you could. The feeling wasn’t just leaving him unsatisfied and begging for some movement, you were getting restless yourself. The muscles inside you fluttered, only making Sam get out a throaty moan.

“Y/n.” He begged.

“Sam.” You groaned back teasingly and rolled your hips.

His eyes were looking up at you with a pleading expression. At last, you sat back up, releasing his arms, and began moving up and down his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” You moaned, rolling your hips against him. Sam was enjoying seeing you fuck him. He loved when you were on top. It gave him a full view of you. Tit bouncing, sweat dripping down you. A goddess in disguise.

You leaned back down, your arms supported you while they rested on Sam’s chest. His hand went out, holding your breasts to knead them while you were both getting closer to your edge.

“Just like that, princess.” He growled. “I’m so close.”

“Me too.” You mewled. The sound of heavy panting and skin slapping against skin filled the room. Sweat covered your bodies. But neither of you cared too much. The only thing that mattered was the person in front of you and the way that you felt.

You came first with a desperate cry. But you kept your pace as you rode it out till Sam came seconds later, filling up the condom. You pulled out of him and collapsed on top, head buried in his shoulder.

Sam kissed the side of your head and rubbed your shoulder.

“Alright, baby. I’m gonna clean up.” He told you. You hummed in response and moved to flop onto the bed on top of him.

He got off the bed, throwing away the condom.

“Sam.” You mumbled, your body still laying on the bed in a starfish position to cool down. The man looked at you, indicating that he was listening. “I love you.”

He smiled and headed back over to you, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

“I love you too.”

[zi-i-think]

Your hashtags literally made my entire day! Thank you so much!

Missed You

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Supersolider!fem!reader

Rating: NSFW (Minors DNI)

Word count: 2.8 k

Warnings: Smut!; Switch!Sam; Switch!reader; oral (f receiving); vaginal sex; safe sex

Request: no

Prompts: Smut; Fluff

AN: This is my first time writing smut so please be kind. I kinda mixed the comics (Earth 616) and the MCU cause I felt like it.

Finally, a moment to breathe. Between missions and meetings and espionage and the occasional supervillain and many other things, you barely had any time with your boyfriend. Each of you has been busy saving the world in one way or another.

But today, after weeks of only getting glimpses of one another, you and Sam were finally able to spend a few days together. Just you, him, maybe a cheesy movie, and some incredible sex.

You’ve been home from your own mission for a couple of hours now. And according to his text, he should be arriving at the compound at any minute. Sometimes you’d wait for him at the apartment, but other times you liked to wait for him there. It gave you a chance to train and the company was nice. There was always at least one other Avenger there. Usually Bruce or Rhodey.

“How the hell have you never seen Men in Black?” You were baffled. You knew Bruce wasn’t much of a movies guy, but this was still a surprise. “It’s iconic.”

“I’m more of a romantic-comedy kind of guy.” He shrugged at you, taking a sip of his freshly made coffee. “Besides I think if I were to watch it now the aliens would hit a little too close to home considering how many space wars we’ve been in.”

“We’ve only been to space like, once.” You reminded him.

“And I personally consider that one too many times.”

You laughed with him and shook your head. You sometimes forget that this superhero life isn’t supposed to be normal. But you wouldn’t trade it for anything. You’ve been to so many places, met incredible people, and got an awesome boyfriend.

Speaking of, you heard the sound of the faint sound of the Quinjet landing in the hanger. Another plus of the superhero life was the superpowers, like enhanced hearing so let you know when your boyfriend was arriving.

“That’ll be the team.” You grinned and slipped off of the kitchen stool.

“I’m going back to the lab then,” Bruce stated, grabbing his coffee and walking off.

“Alrighty.” You gave him a thumbs up and started heading in the direction of the hanger. “I’ll talk to you later, Bruce.”

“Yep.” He called back to you and disappeared into the hall.

You got there just as the small team was getting off the jet. All of them were a bit beat up, but no one looked like they had any serious injuries. You locked eyes with Sam as he was having a conversation with Bucky and Natasha. Steve must still be in the jet or was already off doing something else. Sam grinned and waved at you with both arms high above his head.

“How’d it go? Punch any bad guys?” You asked them while walking Sam put his arm around you and kissed the top of your head.

“You know it. A.I.M. didn’t even see us coming.” Sam gloated.

“They would have if your boyfriend here was a bit more careful with his gadgets,” Natasha smirked as she teased.

“Hey, his name is Redwing and he saved your ass five times over.” Sam teased back, raising a brow.

“It’s a robot,” Bucky grumbled, giving Sam a death glare.

“He’s advanced, okay.” Sam continued to defend his ‘bird.’ You stayed out of it. Because as much as you loved Sam, you knew that any negative word said about Redwing would start a debate that would take time away from actually enjoying your time with him.

“Alright, babe. Don’t you think it’s about time we head home?” You asked, removing his arm from around your shoulders and intertwining your hands instead.

“Yeah, I’m starving anyway.” He agreed, letting you pull him in the direction of your car.

“You kids stay safe.” Natasha waved goodbye with a knowing smile.

“Yeah, don’t want any miniature Wilson’s running around,” Bucky added, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Y/L/N-Wilson's.” You corrected him.

“What’s wrong with taking my last name?” Sam asked a dramatic hand on his chest with his jaw dropped, an attempt to look insulted.

“I like my last name.” You giggled and then kissed his hand. “You could always change your last name to mine.”

“Oof,” He chuckled. “Yeah, babe. No.”

“We’ll see.” You shrugged.

The rest of your day was spent catching up. He told you about A.I.M.’s attempt to build some machine to create earthquakes using some ancient artifact. And you told him about your mission with Stark and Dr. Strange.

He made dinner and you cleaned up. Well, that usually was the arrangement. Sam insisted on cleaning up with you; wiping down the counter, putting a dishwasher detergent pod in the machine.

The minute you closed the dishwater and turned it on, Sam turned you around by the waist to face him and put his lips on yours. You responded quickly and eagerly. His kisses were like a fire, lighting you up instantly and you never wanted to put it out.

His lips were warm and tasted like the red wine you both had during dinner. They moved against yours softly. Passionately. You craved move of him. Your hands moved up his strong chest. One hand went behind his neck, pulling him in closer and the other rested on his cheek.

His hands went from your waist to your ass. It was his favorite second body part of yours, right after your thighs. He squeezed it, not enough you hurt you but enough to get you to moan into the kiss. Not that he could hurt you anyways.

He pulled away for just a moment to mutter “jump.” You understood what he was saying and proceeded to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. One of Sam’s hands stayed on your ass while the other was on your back, holding you up. He carried you to the bedroom.

The apartment was basically engraved in his head. Sam knew every corner and every creek of the place. You, on the other hand, still bumped into the tables and spouted colorful words when you did.

He didn’t throw you on the bed, but he didn’t lay you down like a flower either. Once you were on the bed, Sam’s lips trailed down your chin and your neck. Finding that sweet spot he knew all too well, he sucked and nibbled, making you let out a throaty moan. You could feel his smug smile while he moved to another spot on your neck.

Your hand slid down his body right to his bulging dick. You didn’t unbutton his pants, not yet, but you just palmed over him. Earning a deep moan from him. The vibrations sent a pleasurable shiver throughout your entire body. Sam moved up until his lips were right by your ear.

“God, I can’t wait to show you just how much I missed you.” He said with a raw and deep voice that was already sending your head reeling.

“Then get on with it.” You hummed as he gently bit your earlobe.

He quickly pulled off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and beautiful biceps. You wished he never had to wear a shirt. His hands then pulled at the bottom of your shirt, swiftly removing it and throwing it to the side. His eyes lingered over your breasts, still covered in a black bra.

“Starstruck?” You teased with a giggle, leaning up and unclipping the bra yourself.

“For you, baby? Always.” He leaned down to kiss you shortly while you removed the bra completely.

He started kissing down your front, paying close attention to your right boob first. His mouth wrapped around your nipple, gently nibbling and sucking at it. Your chest started to rise up faster. Then his right hand traveled down you softly to unbutton your jeans. His hand slipped under it but he kept it over your underwear, just barely touching you where you needed him to.

“Sam, I swear if you keep teasing me like that I’ll do the job myself.” You grumbled.

“Patience, princess.” He chuckled, looking up at you. You bit your lip at the nickname. He always said to make you feel special, and god(s) did it work. “We’ve barely just started.”

He moved to your other breast, giving it just as much attention as the first one. This time, though, his fingers were rubbing soft circles over your clit. A spark was lit in your core and you tried to press yourself on him more to chase that euphoric feeling.

Sam, being the little teaser he is, kept moving his hand away. He liked the little chase you had going on. And while he wasn’t planning to keep it going that way, he wanted you to wait. To just give you a taste of tonight.

“Sam.” You mewled. “Please.”

Okay, maybe he wasn’t going to keep you that much of a hard time.

“So desperate.” He murmured and started to shuffle closer to the end of the bed. You lifted yourself off the bed while Sam pulled down your jeans along with our underwear.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” You bit your lip and grinned as you spread your legs and arrested your head on the pillows comfortably.

Sam shook his head in amusement before he threw your leg over his shoulders and wrapped his hands over your thighs. Then he dove right in. He licked a stripe up your slit, getting a pleasured sigh from you.

He focused on your clit. Wrapping his lips over the bundle and his tongue worked on it. He went around clockwise, counterclockwise, slicked it, nibbled. Every second of it was bringing you closing to the edge. You whimpered his name, only making Sam more confident and working harder on you. He alternated from flattening his tongue to licking your clit again.

Your legs were threatening to close. Sam could only do so much to keep you open for him. One thing about your relationship was that it was made up of trust. Your super strength was a worry when your relationship first started, scared you might hurt him. But Sam would be lying if he said that the bit of danger wasn’t exciting. The thought of making you feel so good that you might lose control was such a turn-on. He trusted you so much to have enough restraint and you trusted him.

He let out a throaty moan, the vibrations made you mewl out. You were getting close. The little spark started a fire, twisting and making you forget the rest of the world beyond the bedroom door.

Sam pulled away from the bundle to lick up your slit, tasting the slick juices that were leaking out before going right back to your clit. His hands were tightly wrapped around your thighs. His right hand slid around and down your core. You almost flinched back when you felt his warm hand slid between your folds. He went up, his fingers teasing you lightly for only a couple of moments before he slipped in two of his fingers.

“Oh my god(s).” You moaned. Your hips wanted to squirm under the pleasure. His fingers stretched you out and hit all the right places. He knew just how to work your body. His fingers curled, stroking that special spot. Your hips buckled and your back was arched. So close.

“Fuck, Sam. I-” You cried out before your voice was caught in your throat. Your hands gripped the sheets and twisted them, needing something to clench.

“Come one, princess. Cum for me.” He mutters, mouth still working on your clit. His words sent your head spinning and your senses were overflowing. The orgasm finally hits you and you cry out in pleasure. Sam takes a couple more seconds, licking up your folds. You were already so sensitive, you squirmed at the touch.

“So good for me,” Sam mumbled. He softly kissed the inside of your thighs and his thumbs rubbed small circles over your skin. His praise made you giggle and you slowly started to feel your body relax after the high.

The weight at the bottom of the bed was gone as Sam crawled back over you. Your arms went around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. Your hands dragged down his side to the waist of his jeans.

“I think it’s time we took these off.” You hummed in between the kiss and finally unbuttoned the jeans and unzipped them. Sam hummed in agreement. He got off the bed and opened the drawer by the bed. He pulled out a condom and set it to the side so that he could slip off his pants and leave them on the floor. His dick was already erect.

He didn’t notice you swipe the condom off the table. Sam went to grab it, but when the condom wasn’t there he looked around, thinking it fell off.

“Hey, Y/n. Did you see where the-” He was cut off when you grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto the bed.

“You mean this?” You quipped, sitting on your knees and looming over your boyfriend. The gold condom wrapper was hanging in between your teeth. Sam chuckled and sat up on his knees to try to get situated over you. But you pushed him right back down, his head hitting the pillows.

“Nuh-uh.” You tisked, already getting on top to sit lightly on his abs. One hand rested on his chest and the other by his head. “My turn.” You kissed his lips softly, gently biting his lip while you pulled away.

Sam stared at you with hearts in his eyes. You moved to sit up more, letting his cock slide from behind your ass to hit his abdomen.

You’re hand wrapped around his dick and rubbed the tip before pumping it a couple times.

“Fuck, y/n.” He groaned.

You smiled and finally ripped the wrapper off the condom. Slipping it over his cock, you then positioned it over your entrance. Sam let out a growl when you sank down onto him. He wasn’t a small guy. His dick stretched you out well, filling you up perfectly. Your face twisted in bliss while you tried to control your breathing.

An idea struck realizing you were in the position to give Sam payback for his teasing earlier. Once he filled you up completely, you stopped, letting his dick sit in your pussy.

“Y/n,” Sam muttered, realizing what you were doing.

“Yes?” You asked innocently with a smile

“Are you going to move?” He asked, his hips were trying to move and get some friction going.

“You mean like this?” You moved your body down, hands rubbing against his chest when you started licking and sucking at his neck. His cock is still buried inside you.

“Please.” He groaned. His hands were resting on your waist, rubbing them as if it would get you to start to move. You moved your upper body for just a moment to grab his hands and hold them above his head.

Then you were right back at rucking on his neck, leaving as many hickies as you could. The feeling wasn’t just leaving him unsatisfied and begging for some movement, you were getting restless yourself. The muscles inside you fluttered, only making Sam get out a throaty moan.

“Y/n.” He begged.

“Sam.” You groaned back teasingly and rolled your hips.

His eyes were looking up at you with a pleading expression. At last, you sat back up, releasing his arms, and began moving up and down his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” You moaned, rolling your hips against him. Sam was enjoying seeing you fuck him. He loved when you were on top. It gave him a full view of you. Tit bouncing, sweat dripping down you. A goddess in disguise.

You leaned back down, your arms supported you while they rested on Sam’s chest. His hand went out, holding your breasts to knead them while you were both getting closer to your edge.

“Just like that, princess.” He growled. “I’m so close.”

“Me too.” You mewled. The sound of heavy panting and skin slapping against skin filled the room. Sweat covered your bodies. But neither of you cared too much. The only thing that mattered was the person in front of you and the way that you felt.

You came first with a desperate cry. But you kept your pace as you rode it out till Sam came seconds later, filling up the condom. You pulled out of him and collapsed on top, head buried in his shoulder.

Sam kissed the side of your head and rubbed your shoulder.

“Alright, baby. I’m gonna clean up.” He told you. You hummed in response and moved to flop onto the bed on top of him.

He got off the bed, throwing away the condom.

“Sam.” You mumbled, your body still laying on the bed in a starfish position to cool down. The man looked at you, indicating that he was listening. “I love you.”

He smiled and headed back over to you, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

“I love you too.”

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You're literally so sweet, thank you!

Missed You

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Supersolider!fem!reader

Rating: NSFW (Minors DNI)

Word count: 2.8 k

Warnings: Smut!; Switch!Sam; Switch!reader; oral (f receiving); vaginal sex; safe sex

Request: no

Prompts: Smut; Fluff

AN: This is my first time writing smut so please be kind. I kinda mixed the comics (Earth 616) and the MCU cause I felt like it.

Finally, a moment to breathe. Between missions and meetings and espionage and the occasional supervillain and many other things, you barely had any time with your boyfriend. Each of you has been busy saving the world in one way or another.

But today, after weeks of only getting glimpses of one another, you and Sam were finally able to spend a few days together. Just you, him, maybe a cheesy movie, and some incredible sex.

You’ve been home from your own mission for a couple of hours now. And according to his text, he should be arriving at the compound at any minute. Sometimes you’d wait for him at the apartment, but other times you liked to wait for him there. It gave you a chance to train and the company was nice. There was always at least one other Avenger there. Usually Bruce or Rhodey.

“How the hell have you never seen Men in Black?” You were baffled. You knew Bruce wasn’t much of a movies guy, but this was still a surprise. “It’s iconic.”

“I’m more of a romantic-comedy kind of guy.” He shrugged at you, taking a sip of his freshly made coffee. “Besides I think if I were to watch it now the aliens would hit a little too close to home considering how many space wars we’ve been in.”

“We’ve only been to space like, once.” You reminded him.

“And I personally consider that one too many times.”

You laughed with him and shook your head. You sometimes forget that this superhero life isn’t supposed to be normal. But you wouldn’t trade it for anything. You’ve been to so many places, met incredible people, and got an awesome boyfriend.

Speaking of, you heard the sound of the faint sound of the Quinjet landing in the hanger. Another plus of the superhero life was the superpowers, like enhanced hearing so let you know when your boyfriend was arriving.

“That’ll be the team.” You grinned and slipped off of the kitchen stool.

“I’m going back to the lab then,” Bruce stated, grabbing his coffee and walking off.

“Alrighty.” You gave him a thumbs up and started heading in the direction of the hanger. “I’ll talk to you later, Bruce.”

“Yep.” He called back to you and disappeared into the hall.

You got there just as the small team was getting off the jet. All of them were a bit beat up, but no one looked like they had any serious injuries. You locked eyes with Sam as he was having a conversation with Bucky and Natasha. Steve must still be in the jet or was already off doing something else. Sam grinned and waved at you with both arms high above his head.

“How’d it go? Punch any bad guys?” You asked them while walking Sam put his arm around you and kissed the top of your head.

“You know it. A.I.M. didn’t even see us coming.” Sam gloated.

“They would have if your boyfriend here was a bit more careful with his gadgets,” Natasha smirked as she teased.

“Hey, his name is Redwing and he saved your ass five times over.” Sam teased back, raising a brow.

“It’s a robot,” Bucky grumbled, giving Sam a death glare.

“He’s advanced, okay.” Sam continued to defend his ‘bird.’ You stayed out of it. Because as much as you loved Sam, you knew that any negative word said about Redwing would start a debate that would take time away from actually enjoying your time with him.

“Alright, babe. Don’t you think it’s about time we head home?” You asked, removing his arm from around your shoulders and intertwining your hands instead.

“Yeah, I’m starving anyway.” He agreed, letting you pull him in the direction of your car.

“You kids stay safe.” Natasha waved goodbye with a knowing smile.

“Yeah, don’t want any miniature Wilson’s running around,” Bucky added, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Y/L/N-Wilson's.” You corrected him.

“What’s wrong with taking my last name?” Sam asked a dramatic hand on his chest with his jaw dropped, an attempt to look insulted.

“I like my last name.” You giggled and then kissed his hand. “You could always change your last name to mine.”

“Oof,” He chuckled. “Yeah, babe. No.”

“We’ll see.” You shrugged.

The rest of your day was spent catching up. He told you about A.I.M.’s attempt to build some machine to create earthquakes using some ancient artifact. And you told him about your mission with Stark and Dr. Strange.

He made dinner and you cleaned up. Well, that usually was the arrangement. Sam insisted on cleaning up with you; wiping down the counter, putting a dishwasher detergent pod in the machine.

The minute you closed the dishwater and turned it on, Sam turned you around by the waist to face him and put his lips on yours. You responded quickly and eagerly. His kisses were like a fire, lighting you up instantly and you never wanted to put it out.

His lips were warm and tasted like the red wine you both had during dinner. They moved against yours softly. Passionately. You craved move of him. Your hands moved up his strong chest. One hand went behind his neck, pulling him in closer and the other rested on his cheek.

His hands went from your waist to your ass. It was his favorite second body part of yours, right after your thighs. He squeezed it, not enough you hurt you but enough to get you to moan into the kiss. Not that he could hurt you anyways.

He pulled away for just a moment to mutter “jump.” You understood what he was saying and proceeded to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. One of Sam’s hands stayed on your ass while the other was on your back, holding you up. He carried you to the bedroom.

The apartment was basically engraved in his head. Sam knew every corner and every creek of the place. You, on the other hand, still bumped into the tables and spouted colorful words when you did.

He didn’t throw you on the bed, but he didn’t lay you down like a flower either. Once you were on the bed, Sam’s lips trailed down your chin and your neck. Finding that sweet spot he knew all too well, he sucked and nibbled, making you let out a throaty moan. You could feel his smug smile while he moved to another spot on your neck.

Your hand slid down his body right to his bulging dick. You didn’t unbutton his pants, not yet, but you just palmed over him. Earning a deep moan from him. The vibrations sent a pleasurable shiver throughout your entire body. Sam moved up until his lips were right by your ear.

“God, I can’t wait to show you just how much I missed you.” He said with a raw and deep voice that was already sending your head reeling.

“Then get on with it.” You hummed as he gently bit your earlobe.

He quickly pulled off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and beautiful biceps. You wished he never had to wear a shirt. His hands then pulled at the bottom of your shirt, swiftly removing it and throwing it to the side. His eyes lingered over your breasts, still covered in a black bra.

“Starstruck?” You teased with a giggle, leaning up and unclipping the bra yourself.

“For you, baby? Always.” He leaned down to kiss you shortly while you removed the bra completely.

He started kissing down your front, paying close attention to your right boob first. His mouth wrapped around your nipple, gently nibbling and sucking at it. Your chest started to rise up faster. Then his right hand traveled down you softly to unbutton your jeans. His hand slipped under it but he kept it over your underwear, just barely touching you where you needed him to.

“Sam, I swear if you keep teasing me like that I’ll do the job myself.” You grumbled.

“Patience, princess.” He chuckled, looking up at you. You bit your lip at the nickname. He always said to make you feel special, and god(s) did it work. “We’ve barely just started.”

He moved to your other breast, giving it just as much attention as the first one. This time, though, his fingers were rubbing soft circles over your clit. A spark was lit in your core and you tried to press yourself on him more to chase that euphoric feeling.

Sam, being the little teaser he is, kept moving his hand away. He liked the little chase you had going on. And while he wasn’t planning to keep it going that way, he wanted you to wait. To just give you a taste of tonight.

“Sam.” You mewled. “Please.”

Okay, maybe he wasn’t going to keep you that much of a hard time.

“So desperate.” He murmured and started to shuffle closer to the end of the bed. You lifted yourself off the bed while Sam pulled down your jeans along with our underwear.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” You bit your lip and grinned as you spread your legs and arrested your head on the pillows comfortably.

Sam shook his head in amusement before he threw your leg over his shoulders and wrapped his hands over your thighs. Then he dove right in. He licked a stripe up your slit, getting a pleasured sigh from you.

He focused on your clit. Wrapping his lips over the bundle and his tongue worked on it. He went around clockwise, counterclockwise, slicked it, nibbled. Every second of it was bringing you closing to the edge. You whimpered his name, only making Sam more confident and working harder on you. He alternated from flattening his tongue to licking your clit again.

Your legs were threatening to close. Sam could only do so much to keep you open for him. One thing about your relationship was that it was made up of trust. Your super strength was a worry when your relationship first started, scared you might hurt him. But Sam would be lying if he said that the bit of danger wasn’t exciting. The thought of making you feel so good that you might lose control was such a turn-on. He trusted you so much to have enough restraint and you trusted him.

He let out a throaty moan, the vibrations made you mewl out. You were getting close. The little spark started a fire, twisting and making you forget the rest of the world beyond the bedroom door.

Sam pulled away from the bundle to lick up your slit, tasting the slick juices that were leaking out before going right back to your clit. His hands were tightly wrapped around your thighs. His right hand slid around and down your core. You almost flinched back when you felt his warm hand slid between your folds. He went up, his fingers teasing you lightly for only a couple of moments before he slipped in two of his fingers.

“Oh my god(s).” You moaned. Your hips wanted to squirm under the pleasure. His fingers stretched you out and hit all the right places. He knew just how to work your body. His fingers curled, stroking that special spot. Your hips buckled and your back was arched. So close.

“Fuck, Sam. I-” You cried out before your voice was caught in your throat. Your hands gripped the sheets and twisted them, needing something to clench.

“Come one, princess. Cum for me.” He mutters, mouth still working on your clit. His words sent your head spinning and your senses were overflowing. The orgasm finally hits you and you cry out in pleasure. Sam takes a couple more seconds, licking up your folds. You were already so sensitive, you squirmed at the touch.

“So good for me,” Sam mumbled. He softly kissed the inside of your thighs and his thumbs rubbed small circles over your skin. His praise made you giggle and you slowly started to feel your body relax after the high.

The weight at the bottom of the bed was gone as Sam crawled back over you. Your arms went around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. Your hands dragged down his side to the waist of his jeans.

“I think it’s time we took these off.” You hummed in between the kiss and finally unbuttoned the jeans and unzipped them. Sam hummed in agreement. He got off the bed and opened the drawer by the bed. He pulled out a condom and set it to the side so that he could slip off his pants and leave them on the floor. His dick was already erect.

He didn’t notice you swipe the condom off the table. Sam went to grab it, but when the condom wasn’t there he looked around, thinking it fell off.

“Hey, Y/n. Did you see where the-” He was cut off when you grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto the bed.

“You mean this?” You quipped, sitting on your knees and looming over your boyfriend. The gold condom wrapper was hanging in between your teeth. Sam chuckled and sat up on his knees to try to get situated over you. But you pushed him right back down, his head hitting the pillows.

“Nuh-uh.” You tisked, already getting on top to sit lightly on his abs. One hand rested on his chest and the other by his head. “My turn.” You kissed his lips softly, gently biting his lip while you pulled away.

Sam stared at you with hearts in his eyes. You moved to sit up more, letting his cock slide from behind your ass to hit his abdomen.

You’re hand wrapped around his dick and rubbed the tip before pumping it a couple times.

“Fuck, y/n.” He groaned.

You smiled and finally ripped the wrapper off the condom. Slipping it over his cock, you then positioned it over your entrance. Sam let out a growl when you sank down onto him. He wasn’t a small guy. His dick stretched you out well, filling you up perfectly. Your face twisted in bliss while you tried to control your breathing.

An idea struck realizing you were in the position to give Sam payback for his teasing earlier. Once he filled you up completely, you stopped, letting his dick sit in your pussy.

“Y/n,” Sam muttered, realizing what you were doing.

“Yes?” You asked innocently with a smile

“Are you going to move?” He asked, his hips were trying to move and get some friction going.

“You mean like this?” You moved your body down, hands rubbing against his chest when you started licking and sucking at his neck. His cock is still buried inside you.

“Please.” He groaned. His hands were resting on your waist, rubbing them as if it would get you to start to move. You moved your upper body for just a moment to grab his hands and hold them above his head.

Then you were right back at rucking on his neck, leaving as many hickies as you could. The feeling wasn’t just leaving him unsatisfied and begging for some movement, you were getting restless yourself. The muscles inside you fluttered, only making Sam get out a throaty moan.

“Y/n.” He begged.

“Sam.” You groaned back teasingly and rolled your hips.

His eyes were looking up at you with a pleading expression. At last, you sat back up, releasing his arms, and began moving up and down his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” You moaned, rolling your hips against him. Sam was enjoying seeing you fuck him. He loved when you were on top. It gave him a full view of you. Tit bouncing, sweat dripping down you. A goddess in disguise.

You leaned back down, your arms supported you while they rested on Sam’s chest. His hand went out, holding your breasts to knead them while you were both getting closer to your edge.

“Just like that, princess.” He growled. “I’m so close.”

“Me too.” You mewled. The sound of heavy panting and skin slapping against skin filled the room. Sweat covered your bodies. But neither of you cared too much. The only thing that mattered was the person in front of you and the way that you felt.

You came first with a desperate cry. But you kept your pace as you rode it out till Sam came seconds later, filling up the condom. You pulled out of him and collapsed on top, head buried in his shoulder.

Sam kissed the side of your head and rubbed your shoulder.

“Alright, baby. I’m gonna clean up.” He told you. You hummed in response and moved to flop onto the bed on top of him.

He got off the bed, throwing away the condom.

“Sam.” You mumbled, your body still laying on the bed in a starfish position to cool down. The man looked at you, indicating that he was listening. “I love you.”

He smiled and headed back over to you, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

“I love you too.”

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Are you familiar with the Spyro Games? If so uh can I ask for a female gijinka Spyro reader x Hermione Granger with prompt 9. “It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!” the reader used the gateway portal to visit their home and time works differently between the Human/wizardry realm and Dragon realms

The appearance for the reader is that they have unruly messy purple hair with a blonde Mohawk streak in the middle that leads into a ponytail, two large yellow horns, Scaley freckles, long purple tail with a acorn tailspike, large yellow wing's with a Orange membrane and half of their arms are covered in purple scales and claws oh and the reader is pretty cocky and stubborn and is embarrassed why they went to their home

Sorry if it's very long and I hope you have a good time and take your time

I am so sorry, I’ve never heard of it. I tried looking it up to see if I could maybe write this for you, but im lost. I'm sure there's some other writer who can do this for you, I unfortunately can't :(

[zi-i-think]

Requests are open!

I've updated my prompt list. I'll be taking the first 5 requests that come up, this is just because seeing too many requests makes me super anxious.

I've added some more characters, some Eternal characters included.

My prompt list is pinned on my blog or you can use the hashtag: zi's prompt list

I'd like to hope I get some requests for Sam Wilson in particular, but whatever you guys want I'll write. (I do reserve the right to deny a request if I don't feel comfortable with it.)

I really don't feel like tagging every character I write for lol.

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[zi-i-think]

Strawberry Chapstick

Pairing: Xu Shang-Chi x fem!Reader

Rating: NSFW (Minors DNI)

Word Count: 700+

Warnings: Smut!; Curse words; Vagninal sex; safe sex

Request: yes

Prompt: Smut and Fluff

AN: Last request! I decided I'd do the Shang-Chi smut since I'll be getting more comfortable with it. Hope you enjoy it!

“Fuck.” You gasped. Your head was thrown back and your hands were digging into the mattress sheets.

Shang-Chi knew how to work his way around a woman. And god(s) were you grateful to be that woman. His hands rested by your head, holding him up above you while his dick was buried inside of you. He kept a steady pace as he sucked on your neck. Leaving a trail of forming purple spots.

“Right there.” A throaty moan escaped your throat. Your hips started to move, matching his pace.

His hand slid over yours, intertwining your fingers while simultaneously pushing you deeper into the mattress.

“So good.” He sucked in a breath while licking a stripe up your throat until his lips found yours. The kiss was delicate. Like a flower landing in a lake, creating small ripples in the water.

“Oh my god(s). Shang-Chi-” Your words were caught in your throat. A familiar knot in your core was tightening up, ready to break. Your face twisted and your mouth dropped. This was enough to let the man know you were close to your climax.

“I’m gonna-” He moaned deeply. You hummed in agreement. The pace picked up, desperate to catch the euphoric feeling.

You cried out with bliss once the orgasm hit. Your body shivered in the feeling while sweat dripped down your forehead. Shang-Chi reached his edge just moments after, emptying himself into the condom. He stayed inside of you for a few more moments, his head rested on yours and he kissed your nose.

When he pulled out, you let out a while. Your pussy was sensitive, and the movement sent a jolt up your body. He threw out the condom and reached for the water on the bedside table.

“Here.” He said while holding the water out for you. You moved yourself to lean on your elbow, grabbing the water and mumbling a ‘thank you.’ The cool water flowed down your throat, releasing some of the burning feeling that was built up through all your moaning and crying out his name.

“I’ll start a bath.” He told you, taking the water and putting it back on the cupholder.

You just hummed in response and flopped back on the bed. Your body was still coming down from its climax. Your muscles needed to relax. You heard the water start and a smile tugged at your lips. Shang-Chi never failed to show you how much he cared. He had stamina, he could bounce back after sex quickly just like how he could bounce back after a fight. There were tons of pros to dating a superhero.

You were slipping off into a nap when you felt soft lips on yours. These vaguely tasted like strawberries.

“Did you put on chapstick while you were in the bathroom?” You giggled, opening your eyes to see Shang-Chi’s smooth and perfect face in front of you.

“Don’t judge me. No one wants to kiss chapped lips.” He claimed, pecking your lips again.

“If they were your lips, I would.” You rebutted.

Your boyfriend blushed a deep red, making your smirk smugly and your stomach flutter. You were the only one who could make him melt, and you both knew it.

“How about a bath?” He urged you to the bathroom, lightly tugging your wrist.

“But I’m comfortable.” You groaned. The bed was so soft and you felt so tired, a bath could wait.

“You're also sweaty. I know you, you’ll complain about how gross you feel when you wake up.” He knew you so well.

You begrudgingly followed him to the bathroom, where a full tub was waiting for you. You looked into the mirror and did a double-take. The hickies on your neck were a dark purple and blue, marking all over your neck.

“Oh no.” You gasped and leaned over the sink to better examine them. “Shang-Chi, what did you do?” You whined, lightning touching around them.

“You didn’t seem to mind while I was making them.” He chuckled, his still naked body wrapped around you and he kissed your shoulder.

“I have work tomorrow.” You told him.

"Wear a turtleneck.” He suggested with a shrug.

“It’s the middle of summer.” Your voice dropped, the reality that you were going to be given a hard time tomorrow was setting in.

“Call in sick. Then we can do this all over again.” His hands were combing through your hair.

“I’m going to kill you.” You stated with a straight face.

“Hmm. After the bath.” He pulled you gently to the water. An eyebrow was raised and a smile on his face. You loved him, really, but sometimes he did make your life a bit harder.

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Missed You

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Supersolider!fem!reader

Rating: NSFW (Minors DNI)

Word count: 2.8 k

Warnings: Smut!; Switch!Sam; Switch!reader; oral (f receiving); vaginal sex; safe sex

Request: no

Prompts: Smut; Fluff

AN: This is my first time writing smut so please be kind. I kinda mixed the comics (Earth 616) and the MCU cause I felt like it.

Finally, a moment to breathe. Between missions and meetings and espionage and the occasional supervillain and many other things, you barely had any time with your boyfriend. Each of you has been busy saving the world in one way or another.

But today, after weeks of only getting glimpses of one another, you and Sam were finally able to spend a few days together. Just you, him, maybe a cheesy movie, and some incredible sex.

You’ve been home from your own mission for a couple of hours now. And according to his text, he should be arriving at the compound at any minute. Sometimes you’d wait for him at the apartment, but other times you liked to wait for him there. It gave you a chance to train and the company was nice. There was always at least one other Avenger there. Usually Bruce or Rhodey.

“How the hell have you never seen Men in Black?” You were baffled. You knew Bruce wasn’t much of a movies guy, but this was still a surprise. “It’s iconic.”

“I’m more of a romantic-comedy kind of guy.” He shrugged at you, taking a sip of his freshly made coffee. “Besides I think if I were to watch it now the aliens would hit a little too close to home considering how many space wars we’ve been in.”

“We’ve only been to space like, once.” You reminded him.

“And I personally consider that one too many times.”

You laughed with him and shook your head. You sometimes forget that this superhero life isn’t supposed to be normal. But you wouldn’t trade it for anything. You’ve been to so many places, met incredible people, and got an awesome boyfriend.

Speaking of, you heard the sound of the faint sound of the Quinjet landing in the hanger. Another plus of the superhero life was the superpowers, like enhanced hearing so let you know when your boyfriend was arriving.

“That’ll be the team.” You grinned and slipped off of the kitchen stool.

“I’m going back to the lab then,” Bruce stated, grabbing his coffee and walking off.

“Alrighty.” You gave him a thumbs up and started heading in the direction of the hanger. “I’ll talk to you later, Bruce.”

“Yep.” He called back to you and disappeared into the hall.

You got there just as the small team was getting off the jet. All of them were a bit beat up, but no one looked like they had any serious injuries. You locked eyes with Sam as he was having a conversation with Bucky and Natasha. Steve must still be in the jet or was already off doing something else. Sam grinned and waved at you with both arms high above his head.

“How’d it go? Punch any bad guys?” You asked them while walking Sam put his arm around you and kissed the top of your head.

“You know it. A.I.M. didn’t even see us coming.” Sam gloated.

“They would have if your boyfriend here was a bit more careful with his gadgets,” Natasha smirked as she teased.

“Hey, his name is Redwing and he saved your ass five times over.” Sam teased back, raising a brow.

“It’s a robot,” Bucky grumbled, giving Sam a death glare.

“He’s advanced, okay.” Sam continued to defend his ‘bird.’ You stayed out of it. Because as much as you loved Sam, you knew that any negative word said about Redwing would start a debate that would take time away from actually enjoying your time with him.

“Alright, babe. Don’t you think it’s about time we head home?” You asked, removing his arm from around your shoulders and intertwining your hands instead.

“Yeah, I’m starving anyway.” He agreed, letting you pull him in the direction of your car.

“You kids stay safe.” Natasha waved goodbye with a knowing smile.

“Yeah, don’t want any miniature Wilson’s running around,” Bucky added, a smile tugging at his lips.

“Y/L/N-Wilson's.” You corrected him.

“What’s wrong with taking my last name?” Sam asked a dramatic hand on his chest with his jaw dropped, an attempt to look insulted.

“I like my last name.” You giggled and then kissed his hand. “You could always change your last name to mine.”

“Oof,” He chuckled. “Yeah, babe. No.”

“We’ll see.” You shrugged.

The rest of your day was spent catching up. He told you about A.I.M.’s attempt to build some machine to create earthquakes using some ancient artifact. And you told him about your mission with Stark and Dr. Strange.

He made dinner and you cleaned up. Well, that usually was the arrangement. Sam insisted on cleaning up with you; wiping down the counter, putting a dishwasher detergent pod in the machine.

The minute you closed the dishwater and turned it on, Sam turned you around by the waist to face him and put his lips on yours. You responded quickly and eagerly. His kisses were like a fire, lighting you up instantly and you never wanted to put it out.

His lips were warm and tasted like the red wine you both had during dinner. They moved against yours softly. Passionately. You craved move of him. Your hands moved up his strong chest. One hand went behind his neck, pulling him in closer and the other rested on his cheek.

His hands went from your waist to your ass. It was his favorite second body part of yours, right after your thighs. He squeezed it, not enough you hurt you but enough to get you to moan into the kiss. Not that he could hurt you anyways.

He pulled away for just a moment to mutter “jump.” You understood what he was saying and proceeded to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. One of Sam’s hands stayed on your ass while the other was on your back, holding you up. He carried you to the bedroom.

The apartment was basically engraved in his head. Sam knew every corner and every creek of the place. You, on the other hand, still bumped into the tables and spouted colorful words when you did.

He didn’t throw you on the bed, but he didn’t lay you down like a flower either. Once you were on the bed, Sam’s lips trailed down your chin and your neck. Finding that sweet spot he knew all too well, he sucked and nibbled, making you let out a throaty moan. You could feel his smug smile while he moved to another spot on your neck.

Your hand slid down his body right to his bulging dick. You didn’t unbutton his pants, not yet, but you just palmed over him. Earning a deep moan from him. The vibrations sent a pleasurable shiver throughout your entire body. Sam moved up until his lips were right by your ear.

“God, I can’t wait to show you just how much I missed you.” He said with a raw and deep voice that was already sending your head reeling.

“Then get on with it.” You hummed as he gently bit your earlobe.

He quickly pulled off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and beautiful biceps. You wished he never had to wear a shirt. His hands then pulled at the bottom of your shirt, swiftly removing it and throwing it to the side. His eyes lingered over your breasts, still covered in a black bra.

“Starstruck?” You teased with a giggle, leaning up and unclipping the bra yourself.

“For you, baby? Always.” He leaned down to kiss you shortly while you removed the bra completely.

He started kissing down your front, paying close attention to your right boob first. His mouth wrapped around your nipple, gently nibbling and sucking at it. Your chest started to rise up faster. Then his right hand traveled down you softly to unbutton your jeans. His hand slipped under it but he kept it over your underwear, just barely touching you where you needed him to.

“Sam, I swear if you keep teasing me like that I’ll do the job myself.” You grumbled.

“Patience, princess.” He chuckled, looking up at you. You bit your lip at the nickname. He always said to make you feel special, and god(s) did it work. “We’ve barely just started.”

He moved to your other breast, giving it just as much attention as the first one. This time, though, his fingers were rubbing soft circles over your clit. A spark was lit in your core and you tried to press yourself on him more to chase that euphoric feeling.

Sam, being the little teaser he is, kept moving his hand away. He liked the little chase you had going on. And while he wasn’t planning to keep it going that way, he wanted you to wait. To just give you a taste of tonight.

“Sam.” You mewled. “Please.”

Okay, maybe he wasn’t going to keep you that much of a hard time.

“So desperate.” He murmured and started to shuffle closer to the end of the bed. You lifted yourself off the bed while Sam pulled down your jeans along with our underwear.

“Now we’re getting somewhere.” You bit your lip and grinned as you spread your legs and arrested your head on the pillows comfortably.

Sam shook his head in amusement before he threw your leg over his shoulders and wrapped his hands over your thighs. Then he dove right in. He licked a stripe up your slit, getting a pleasured sigh from you.

He focused on your clit. Wrapping his lips over the bundle and his tongue worked on it. He went around clockwise, counterclockwise, slicked it, nibbled. Every second of it was bringing you closing to the edge. You whimpered his name, only making Sam more confident and working harder on you. He alternated from flattening his tongue to licking your clit again.

Your legs were threatening to close. Sam could only do so much to keep you open for him. One thing about your relationship was that it was made up of trust. Your super strength was a worry when your relationship first started, scared you might hurt him. But Sam would be lying if he said that the bit of danger wasn’t exciting. The thought of making you feel so good that you might lose control was such a turn-on. He trusted you so much to have enough restraint and you trusted him.

He let out a throaty moan, the vibrations made you mewl out. You were getting close. The little spark started a fire, twisting and making you forget the rest of the world beyond the bedroom door.

Sam pulled away from the bundle to lick up your slit, tasting the slick juices that were leaking out before going right back to your clit. His hands were tightly wrapped around your thighs. His right hand slid around and down your core. You almost flinched back when you felt his warm hand slid between your folds. He went up, his fingers teasing you lightly for only a couple of moments before he slipped in two of his fingers.

“Oh my god(s).” You moaned. Your hips wanted to squirm under the pleasure. His fingers stretched you out and hit all the right places. He knew just how to work your body. His fingers curled, stroking that special spot. Your hips buckled and your back was arched. So close.

“Fuck, Sam. I-” You cried out before your voice was caught in your throat. Your hands gripped the sheets and twisted them, needing something to clench.

“Come one, princess. Cum for me.” He mutters, mouth still working on your clit. His words sent your head spinning and your senses were overflowing. The orgasm finally hits you and you cry out in pleasure. Sam takes a couple more seconds, licking up your folds. You were already so sensitive, you squirmed at the touch.

“So good for me,” Sam mumbled. He softly kissed the inside of your thighs and his thumbs rubbed small circles over your skin. His praise made you giggle and you slowly started to feel your body relax after the high.

The weight at the bottom of the bed was gone as Sam crawled back over you. Your arms went around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. Your hands dragged down his side to the waist of his jeans.

“I think it’s time we took these off.” You hummed in between the kiss and finally unbuttoned the jeans and unzipped them. Sam hummed in agreement. He got off the bed and opened the drawer by the bed. He pulled out a condom and set it to the side so that he could slip off his pants and leave them on the floor. His dick was already erect.

He didn’t notice you swipe the condom off the table. Sam went to grab it, but when the condom wasn’t there he looked around, thinking it fell off.

“Hey, Y/n. Did you see where the-” He was cut off when you grabbed his wrist and pulled him onto the bed.

“You mean this?” You quipped, sitting on your knees and looming over your boyfriend. The gold condom wrapper was hanging in between your teeth. Sam chuckled and sat up on his knees to try to get situated over you. But you pushed him right back down, his head hitting the pillows.

“Nuh-uh.” You tisked, already getting on top to sit lightly on his abs. One hand rested on his chest and the other by his head. “My turn.” You kissed his lips softly, gently biting his lip while you pulled away.

Sam stared at you with hearts in his eyes. You moved to sit up more, letting his cock slide from behind your ass to hit his abdomen.

You’re hand wrapped around his dick and rubbed the tip before pumping it a couple times.

“Fuck, y/n.” He groaned.

You smiled and finally ripped the wrapper off the condom. Slipping it over his cock, you then positioned it over your entrance. Sam let out a growl when you sank down onto him. He wasn’t a small guy. His dick stretched you out well, filling you up perfectly. Your face twisted in bliss while you tried to control your breathing.

An idea struck realizing you were in the position to give Sam payback for his teasing earlier. Once he filled you up completely, you stopped, letting his dick sit in your pussy.

“Y/n,” Sam muttered, realizing what you were doing.

“Yes?” You asked innocently with a smile

“Are you going to move?” He asked, his hips were trying to move and get some friction going.

“You mean like this?” You moved your body down, hands rubbing against his chest when you started licking and sucking at his neck. His cock is still buried inside you.

“Please.” He groaned. His hands were resting on your waist, rubbing them as if it would get you to start to move. You moved your upper body for just a moment to grab his hands and hold them above his head.

Then you were right back at rucking on his neck, leaving as many hickies as you could. The feeling wasn’t just leaving him unsatisfied and begging for some movement, you were getting restless yourself. The muscles inside you fluttered, only making Sam get out a throaty moan.

“Y/n.” He begged.

“Sam.” You groaned back teasingly and rolled your hips.

His eyes were looking up at you with a pleading expression. At last, you sat back up, releasing his arms, and began moving up and down his cock.

“Oh, fuck.” You moaned, rolling your hips against him. Sam was enjoying seeing you fuck him. He loved when you were on top. It gave him a full view of you. Tit bouncing, sweat dripping down you. A goddess in disguise.

You leaned back down, your arms supported you while they rested on Sam’s chest. His hand went out, holding your breasts to knead them while you were both getting closer to your edge.

“Just like that, princess.” He growled. “I’m so close.”

“Me too.” You mewled. The sound of heavy panting and skin slapping against skin filled the room. Sweat covered your bodies. But neither of you cared too much. The only thing that mattered was the person in front of you and the way that you felt.

You came first with a desperate cry. But you kept your pace as you rode it out till Sam came seconds later, filling up the condom. You pulled out of him and collapsed on top, head buried in his shoulder.

Sam kissed the side of your head and rubbed your shoulder.

“Alright, baby. I’m gonna clean up.” He told you. You hummed in response and moved to flop onto the bed on top of him.

He got off the bed, throwing away the condom.

“Sam.” You mumbled, your body still laying on the bed in a starfish position to cool down. The man looked at you, indicating that he was listening. “I love you.”

He smiled and headed back over to you, pressing a soft kiss on your lips.

“I love you too.”

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(Spoiler-free: Eternals)

So I watched Eternals last night and I will be adding them into the characters I write for. Literally, I love all of them so dearly. Except for like that one character 🙃

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Shang-Chi is on Disney+!!!!!

I’ve been waiting months for it and it’s finally here! Time to rewatch it religiously :)

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I have one more request and I’m really considering writing it quickly and making it short and sweet or holding off on it to write my Sam Smut first.

Either way, it will take a while for me to get to, I have a busy weekend and a ton of assignments I have to get through.

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another life

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Ahhhhhhh

I'm overjoyed and feeling all the love that I've gotten on my fics recently as I've been updating my blog!

Welcome to all my new followers! I'm so excited to grow with all of you as I write and hopefully I can get to know some of you and interact with you guys!

I believe I'm all updated with my new masterlist and about me. That took literally hours, oml. I also updated the aesthetic of my page. There will continue to be changes made as I continue to expand who I write for. I did get a little ahead of myself making a master list for Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, and Thor.

I will later add a credits link to credit the people who make incredible dividers like the one I used up here made by @firefly-graphics. I'm amazed at how talented some people are.

Also! I'm very excited to announce that I'm going to start posting my own poetry! Everything will be previously copywritten because they are things I've written. Unlike fanfiction which are things that I don't own.

I love you all !! <3

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Jade West ✄

“𝕴 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑.”

Practicing - After Jade and Beck break up, Jade develops new feelings for her best friend. An evening to discuss a new play makes for the perfect occasion to let these feelings be known.