#Professor!Sam Wilson

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October 7: Professor!Kink (Clint Barton, Sam Wilson)💚

Warnings: 18+readersonly, loss of virginity, pet names, Professor Kink, Sir Kink, voyeurism, praise kink, light degradation, some choking 

Note: This is kind've all over the place. I feel like these are somewhat rushed oneshots and I apologize in advance for the whole book really if it's not up to the same standards you were expecting based on 2022 and 2023. 

Copyright: I do not own Sam Wilson, Clint Barton or any other Marvel Characters. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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You slipped into the dark school building, noting the security cameras were already off, and crept down the hallway as quietly as you could. You clenched the can of blood-red spray-paint in your hand tightly, as though holding it any looser would result in you dropping it. 

Your heart was beating heavily in your chest, knowing that if there was a single teacher, janitor, or security guard here, you were in big trouble. You figured as long as none of your personal Professors caught you though, you would be less humiliated. 

You made it to the large, plain wall that was going to be used later that week to start a wind farm project. Your plan was to write in big, bloody letters 'WIND TURBINES KILL BALD EAGLES'. Followed perhaps by a lovely drawing of a bald eagle if you had time. It pissed you off how in order to 'save the planet' with natural resources, they were willing to let an entire species of animal go extinct. 

Yeah. They were really saving the planet there. 

You shook the can up quickly, deciding to wing it so that you could get done faster. The spraying sound made you stop halfway through the letter 'W', looking around. You knew it wasn't really that loud, only sounding like that since the building was dead silent. But still, it felt like an alarm just signaling to anyone that you were there. 

'I'll just knock this out in one go.' You thought to yourself and quickly wrote out the letters. Satisfied, you decided to skip the bald eagle (the letters would probably be enough) and you turned around before freezing. 

"I have to say I'm surprised." The dark figure of a shadow moved towards you, but it didn't matter that you couldn't see him. You recognized the voice of your art Professor immediately. "You never seemed like the vandal type Miss Y/L/N." 

You swallowed harshly but said as nonchalantly as possible, "And here I thought you'd see it as an expression of art." 

"I'm sure you did." Professor Wilson stepped into a portion of the light coming in through the window and you caught a glance of his face. He didn't look angry, but it was hard to read his actual expression. You could've sworn he was actually smirking though, and that perhaps there was some sort of glint of planning in his eyes. But what did you really know in the dark?

"Yeah. So? What do you think? I was thinking of adding a bald eagle next." You kept speaking, taking a slow, hopefully nonchalant step towards the stairs. You wondered if it was possible to outrun him- although it didn't really matter since he knew who you were. 

Suddenly, you could feel someone was behind you and you spun around, jerking a little as you came face to face with your. . . Archery Club Coach? 

"Clint?" You asked without thought, surprised. You had joined Archery in your Freshman year as something to do, and had enjoyed it and stayed on. 

"So this is the little trouble maker we were warned of?" Clint asked, raising an eyebrow. "I have to say, I'm surprised." 

You scowled but said nothing, wondering how you were going to get out of this. 

"I guess someone wanted to get into trouble." Mr. Wilson said from behind you, making the hair on your arms stand up. There was something about the way he said 'trouble' that made your stomach turn in a funny way. 

"It'll wash off after a couple of days." You muttered. "It's not that damaging." 

"You hope." Mr. Wilsons' voice was close, right behind you, making you tense. Your brain was telling you that you were caged between two men, both stronger than you, in a dark school, with the security cameras turned off, and no one around. You couldn't have put yourself in a worse position. 

"Tell me, Y/N. What do you think your punishment should be?" Clint asked softly. There it was again. That way he said 'punishment'. . . the two of them seemed to be cluing you into something. 

"None at all." You said, but it came out as a whisper as you looked between the two of them. Clints' expression was still open and friendly, but there was no mistaking the predatory glint in your art Professors' eyes. 

"We could make that happen." Clint admitted. "Sam over here anyways." You felt a strange thrill swoop through you at your Professors first name. How friendly were they with each other? 

"So I wouldn't be in trouble?" You asked cautiously. 

"Well, you'd still be punished by the two of us. . ." Sam said and you nearly gasped as he took your face in his hand. It was warm against your cool cheek and it took all of your self control not to lean into his touch. "but it wouldn't be on any records." 

Fuck you were so turned on. You were half-hoping they were talking about what you were thinking about. The other half of you was wary, not wanting to be that girl who fucked her Professor to get out of trouble or get good grades. 

"And if I opted out?" You asked quietly. 

"Well, Sams' not evil." Clint said casually. "We'd just have to report you to the school and let them take over from there. The way it would happen if you had been caught by anyone else." 

You were silent for a moment while the two of them stood there, communicating with each other over your head. "Okay." You said quietly, finally letting yourself lean into Sams' hand. Immediately his thumb stroked against your cheek. On a fluffier level, your feeling of loneliness you hadn't even realized you had lifted some. 

You hesitated for half a second as Clint stepped to the side. "Lead the way." He  said to Sam. 

Sam led the way up the stairs that Clint had originally come from and you followed, trying not to trip in the dark. Sam unlocked a room that you had never been in and you followed him in. He flicked the light switch on and you winced at the suddenness of the bright lights, covering your eyes for a second. 

"Good idea. I wanted to see her cute face when we fucked her." You heard Clint say from behind you and your cheeks warmed. 

You couldn't keep it in any longer, "P-Professor Wilson?" 

He looked at you, amused, "Yes?" 

You looked down at your feet then, unable to keep eye contact. "I'm um. . . this is- this would. . . be my first time so-" 

"First time and you want it to be with your Professor." Sam said, amused still. He grabbed you in an almost tender way around the neck, forcing your chin up to look at him. "And here I thought you were such a good girl." 

"Think we discovered that's not true when she defaced the wall down there." Clint chuckled. You tried not to stare as he'd already taken his shirt off, showing a wall of muscles, looking like Michelangelo's' David. He smirked as he caught you staring, sauntering over to you to take your chin from Sam. "See something you like Birdie?" 

"Yes Sir." You said, slipping into your quieter, more submissive personality. The one that you usually wore at school so that people didn't really look at you. The killing of the Bald Eagles had really fired you up. 

Clint groaned and looked up at Sam. "You know after years on the archery team she still calls me 'sir'? Gets me so fucking hard I have to go into the forest and shoot more than arrows." 

You went red, thinking of all the times you guys had waited at the archery field, waiting for your 'Captain' to come out of the forest because he had lost arrows in there. Looks like those had just been excuses, but you would never have guessed what he had been doing in there. 

"Well she always gets me hard during class with those skirts she wears." Sam drawled, removing his own clothes. He also looked like he had been sculpted by Michelangelo or Bernini. Absolute perfection really. Sam smirked at you. "It kills me when you uncross those legs of yours to let people get by you. I can see right up your skirt and see how wet you always are from staring at me." 

At that, you gasped, cheeks flooding in embarrassment. You had always thought no one would notice, since no one could see. You had never made a single outward sign that you had a crush on your art Professor. But apparently he had noticed since day 1. 

"You should start wearing skirts to archery." Clint moaned, slipping behind you to hold you to his chest. You could feel is hard on against the lower part of your back and you swallowed hard. Sam lifted your shirt over your head while Clint started to unbutton your shorts. "I thought it was bad enough when you bent over in these shorts. Can't even imagine what your ass looks like in a skirt." 

Fuck fuck fuck. You were going to be soaking by the time they'd undressed you and you hadn't even started! No doubt they'd tease you endlessly over that. 

You stepped out of your shorts without thought as Sam pulled them down. Clints hands landed on your bare hips, his fingers dipping between the elastic of your knickers and your skin. You shivered slightly, never having been touched like this. 

As you'd predicted, Sam chuckled as he ran the pad of his thumb against your soaked cotton. "I'm pretty sure I could taste you through your clothing you're so wet." 

You let out a pathetic whimper, wishing he'd stop teasing and just fuck you. 

Sam smirked, "Go bend over the desk." 

Clint released you and you walked over to the desk, putting your chin on your arms as you bent over the table. 

"How many?" You heard Sam ask, to which Clint responded, "How about twenty? I like saving birds too, so I don't want to go that hard on her." 

Twenty what? Twenty. . . spankings? How old did they think you were? Four? 

"Twenty sounds good. Hmm honey?" Sam asked teasingly, but you didn't answer, more arousal pooling in your underclothes at the new nickname. 

You heard it before you felt it, this smacking sound filling the air and then a stinging in your left ass cheek. "Oh." You gasped in surprise, not having expected that. Your pussy clenched at the same time, as though the spanking had been pleasurable instead of painful. 

When Sam was done spanking you, you felt like your ass was numb and you'd never be able to sit down again. Clint chuckled at your helplessness, watching you shift back and forth on your feet while keeping your head resting on your arms. 

"Here we go birdie." Clint said, picking you up slightly to stand you on your feet, taking vindictive pleasure in the way you winced slightly. Your ass was a gorgeous shade of red and Sam was proud as a peacock as you stood there, eyes slightly watery, but not crying. 

Yet. 

Sam unhooked your bra, letting the cloth drop off your arm as his hands came up to immediately cup your breasts. Clint meanwhile, took his sweet time in pulling your knickers down, biting his bottom lip as he watched strings of thick arousal clinging to the fabric. "Oh honey." You whimpered. 

"Look at this sugar." Sam said, dipping his fingers into your pussy, before standing up. Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head as you watched Clint take his fingers into his mouth, sucking them like he'd never tasted anything better. 

"She's just as sweet as I always thought." Clint said, lifting you up an inch so that Sam could pull the soaked underclothes off completely. 

"I think I'll keep these." Sams' glinted as he tossed them over onto his own clothes. "Just a sweet little reminder until next time." 

You didn't even get to question that before they were talking amongst themselves about what to do with you. 

"First time should be in a bed." Clint suddenly said and your eyes snapped to his.

Sam nodded. "Agreed. We'll take her back to our place." 

"'Our'?" You questioned out loud before you could stop yourself before frowning and tilting your head a little, "Oh, you're roommates?" 

Clint snickered. "History will say they're roommates. . ." 

Sam rolled his eyes, before picking you up in his arms, tossing you over his shoulder. "You're real naive honey. Don't worry, we'll fix that." 

You couldn't really see where you were going, but you were more concerned with the fact that you were completely naked and being carried through public. You squirmed on Sams' shoulder, wishing you could look around. 

"Don't worry birdie." Clint said from somewhere behind you. "We're not going to let anyone else see you like this." 

"Nobody else is out anyways." Sam said and you were jolted as he went up a set of steps. "Besides, we're here now." 

You were maneuvered into his arms now and you wrapped an arm around his neck out of instinct, while Sam walked down the hallway, shouldering a door open to reveal a well lived in bedroom. Meanwhile your head was still turning from this turn of events. It was only now you realized they'd walked part of the way across campus half-naked as well. 

"Give her here." Clint demanded and you were handed over to him. His lips crashed against yours as you felt the comforter under your bare back. "Sams more of a voyeur." Clint mumbled against your lips. "So he definitely wants to watch you as your taken for the first time." 

You flushed, flicking your eyes over to Sam who smirked, running his hands around your mounds, squeezing them slightly. "Don't worry honey. I'll still play with you a bit. After Clint has broken you in a bit." 

"I think she's wet enough I don't even have to warm her up." Clint said gleefully. "How about it birdie?" 

You weren't sure what warming up would entail so you softly said, "Sure." You paused for a beat and then added, "Sir." 

"Atta girl." Clint grinned, shucking his pants and boxers off. You tried not to audibly swallow as you saw how big and thick he was. Probably a good six inches and as thick as. . .well you weren't quite sure. But it certainly didn't look how it did in the anatomy textbooks. You really probably should've explored PornHub. 

Your Professor settled into a chair near the bed and you turned your attention to your Coach as he climbed over you, moving your legs apart gently with his own knees. You instinctively wrapped them around his waist loosely. 

You couldn't help but notice his scent first as it wafted over you. He smelled like the woods and sweat from hard work and pine. You turned your head, kissing the side of his jaw and he hummed, his smirk turning into something softer. 

"Let me know if you start to hurt." Clint said softly, before you felt him stretching out your entrance, pushing inside. He went slow while you laid back, your mind astounded at the strange, foreign feeling. Yes, it hurt. There was definitely a stretching pain as he slowly filled you up. But the pleasure! It was mind-blowing, how good it felt. 

"Oh." You moaned, your mouth falling open, your eyebrows pinched. 

Sam moaned lowly then, taking his cock in his hand as he saw your face drop into a perfect image of ecstasy. If he could've taken a picture. . . He squeezed himself tightly as he jumped in his own hand at the thought. The things he could've taught his students about Baroque art with that single image. Fleeting moments held for only a second. . . 

"How you feelin' Birdie?" Clint asked softly, almost against your lips. He was fully seated inside and you were pulsing around him harshly, trying to get used to his size. 

"G-Good, I think, Sir." You said quietly, looking up at him. Clint glanced briefly over at Sam whose attention was solely on the girl in front of them. Clint grinned, mostly to himself, before he started to move. 

You swore you saw stars. In a good way, of course. But dots seemed to dance across your vision as Clint moved inside of you. Every thrust ended up with him hitting something deep inside of you that sent tingles of pleasure all across your body. If you could describe it, you'd use words like 'electrical' or 'white noise'. It was so strange, so amazing, you couldn't describe it at all. 

Sam watched all of these emotions play across your face, his hand working himself even harder with each one. You were so gorgeous, so responsive, so emotional. Him and Clint had had an eye on you forever, even before you'd taken Sams' art class. The perfect girl for the two of them and now you were finally theirs. 

Clint could feel you squeezing him, your wetness increasing and the pleasure in your eyes increased and he knew you'd cum for the first time in your life. He smirked, lowering his lips to your skin, kissing sweetly where he could, before biting gently into your soft flesh, low enough so you could cover it. But you'd always know you were theirs now. 

You were embarrassed with how quickly you'd reached your peak, but before you could worry that it was all over, you could feel that lovely crescendo building up again. "Sir." You whimpered, your body craving approval for some reason. Like you needed Clint to tell you that you could cum before you did. 

"Yes birdie?" He asked, his nose nudging under your chin. He could feel you gripping his arms, could feel you spasming around him, and knew you were close again. "You want something?" 

"Yes Sir." You said, arching your back slightly which Clint took advantage of to wrap an arm under you, pulling you up into his lap in a stead position. Both him and Sam watched your eyes widen as you took even more of him into you from this new pose. 

Sam finally spurted through his fingers at that one look, most of the drops landing on his hand or the cloth he had underneath him. He got up, grabbing your chin in a gentle, but still dominating way, your lips falling apart and he shoved his fingers in your mouth for you to clean, watching your hazy eyes as they filled with new emotion at the taste. 

"Go ahead and cum for me birdie, that's a good girl." Clint said, picking up on your praise kink before you had, making sure to give you exactly what you were craving. "I'm gonna cum too." 

"Paint her, Clint." Sam said, making Clint give him a displeased look. Sam was the one with the artistic kink. Clint had a breeding kink. Sam gave Clint a warning look you didn't see. "She's not on birth control." 

Sam. . . That was the wrong thing to say to a guy with a breeding kink. 

"Oh fuck." Clint cursed, squeezing his eyes closed, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He spilled into you while you were having your second orgasm. Clint barely caught himself on the bed to keep himself from crushing you, catching his breath as well. 

It took you a moment to realize what had just happened and you looked over at Sam, who was still standing by the bed. Your pleasure high was still affecting you though and all you could do was smile up at him, which was so adorable Sam couldn't help but smile back, before leaning down and kissing you sweetly. 

"You're so pretty." Sam complimented you. 

Clint pulled out slowly, giving both of you a sheepish look. "Sorry." 

"'S'kay." You mumbled to which Sam sighed. 

"You'll have to apologize again when she's not cock drunk." Sam teased Clint, climbing onto the bed with you. 

"Am not." You pouted, snuggling into Sams' arms, feeling like that's where you ought to have belonged this entire time. 

"You sure about that honey?" Sam asked. 

"Yes Professor." You said in a sultry voice, looking up at him under your eyelashes. And fuck if it wasn't a pretty sight. 

Sam groaned lightly. "Another night honey. Can't ruin you completely just yet." 

After a moment you asked, "What am I going to tell people?" 

And Clint propped himself up on his elbow with a grin and said, "It's a honeymoon baby!" 

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happy boyfriend day? happy boyfriend day to the boyfriends

[kmartkiddieisle]

Saw some absolute diva out there say

“cherik walked so lokius and sambucky could run”

And gabriell.ee22 if you’re out here I love you.

[mutantontheloose]

Guess who couldn’t sleep again?!

Meeee

@serenastark-official

@justawhitewolf

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@sort-of-magneto

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[fluffyprettykitty]

glorification

Pairing: Sam Wilson x female reader (no other specifications!)

Word Count: 900 words

Outline: Your professor wants to thank you for your stellar academic performance.

Warnings: riding, penetration, spit play, breast play, finger sucking, daddy kink, age gap, praise kink, biting. if i forgot anything major let me know!

Author’s Note: thanks to my lovely lia for coming up with thots for this one, all sam aus I promised will be coming ahead! any thots about sam are much welcome!

PS: dividers & banners by @saradika

Main Masterlist ・❥・ Sam Wilson Masterlist

"That's my good girl!"

Sam smiles as his hands move further down your hips gripping your ass as you begin to ride him harder. Still wearing all of your college clothes, your hands on his shoulders helping you to hold on down his thick cock.

"Hmmm, daddy." You moan digging your nails into his vest. "T-thank you."

"Oh baby, you don't have to thank me. If you weren't so brilliant and smart then there wouldn't be much to do." Sam continues shining a gold smile at you as his one hand holds your chin caressing your cheek with the thumb. His other hand is on your waist pushing you closer to him.

"No d-daddy!" You moan as you roll your hips. "It's you. I wouldn't have made it without you."

"Oh baby, let's just say I helped put you on the right road. Alright? Pushed you right where you needed to be."

You opened your mouth to protest more but he only pushed his finger inside your mouth forcing you to suck on it and shutting your insecure thoughts. Sure he was your professor, but he only taught you one class while you had achieved straight as across all of your classes, that's not something he could solely take credit for, this was all you.

"Look at you." He smiles more pushing another finger inside your mouth as you are using your tongue to lick around them, your brain getting a little fuzzy. "Speed it up, baby. Show me how happy Daddy makes you." He chuckles knowing you are going to eat that shit right up, pleasing him was your favorite thing in the world and you wanted nothing more than to prove yourself to him again and again.

"Mmm." You try to mumble something but it's impossible to speak and you start riding his cock again, bringing your body up and down his shaft while your hands hold onto his strong shoulders. He feels so full inside you that you can feel him everywhere making your knees fall further as you push your body towards him.

Sam finds his opportunity to nuzzle his face across your contained chest and using his teeth pops a couple of buttons of your dress shirt open. He uses the flat of his tongue on your bare skin above your bra and slowly he reaches his target pushing the fabric of your bra away. Taking his free hand to hold the base of your breast he takes your nipple between his lips and starts circling it with his tongue.

You try to speak as you moan more, wanting to chant his name but he only pushes his fingers deeper inside your mouth causing you to clench hard around his cock. He doesn't seem to mind as he continues to suck on your nipple with his eyes closed. You decide to pick up the pace, hopping up and down his cock faster, your wetness mixed with his precum and the copious amount of spit you provided allowing you to move much more freely.

Sam lets go of your nipple only to sweetly kiss around your breast and up your collarbone. You eyes stay focused on him as you try to breathe around his finger and he chuckles at you with glee. "Look at my good girl, look how good she makes me feel. Where did I get so lucky to have the most beautiful girl in the world here in my lap acing her tests and watching her bloom into her finest self?"

You want to kiss him and you move your head and he immediately understands, slipping his fingers away and crushing his lips against yours, until your lips become so entangled into one another breathing inside. You switch it up from up and down to side and side wanting him to feel all of you and take him as much you can, you are aware of how much he loves but he wants you to feel just as good as well.

It doesn't take him to long for his breaths to get shorter and you know what that means, so you roll your hips in a way that allow your pussy to clench hard on his cock, trapping him inside and making sure he'll cum right there. He chuckles as he kisses down your throat and once he can feel his orgasm reaching him, he bites down your throat to supress his moans -it's his office anyway and even if the doors and windows are locked you can never know you could possibly be passing by.

Sam shoots his cum inside you, slowly but gloriously at last and you try hard not to shout your own as you bite down your lips to keep yourself quiet. Reaching your pleasures together was your favorite thing and you almost could never finish unless he did, something that he wants so much to change deep within you.

Your arms wrap around his back and pull him closer as you collapse on his chest and he embraces you into him trying to catch his breath. He begins to overuse your name in a low chant as you are both breathing into each other.

In a couple of minutes when you will both be getting ready to leave your private tutor session, Sam will be promising you a date to remember and you know that he always keeps up with his promises.

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[unhingedmarvelandclassicwhobuff]

Anywhere but Westview: alternate futures for Wanda if someone, ANYONE, had actually looked out for her after Endgame:

Clint takes her in and she lives with him and his family, eventually meeting Kate and Yelena

She throws in with Sam and Bucky and helps out against the Flag Smashers

She ends up bonding with Peter Parker and eventually accompanies him against Mysterio and the Multiverse (also, I only just thought of this, but Wanda meeting Quentin Beck would be pretty interesting, as he could try to sway her with their mutual hatred of Tony).

She accompanies Steve to put back the Stones and convinces him to return to the present instead of going back to the 40s.

T’Challa and Shuri, feeling guilty over not being able to save Vision, invite her to stay in Wakanda, and she eventually helps Shuri against Namor.

Peter Quill invites her to join the Guardians because he wants a buffer between Thor and himself and she ends up becoming close with the crew, especially Rocket and Nebula. (While I would love to imagine her written into Volume 3, I respect Gunn too much to pollute his story.)

Scott asks her if she wants to meet Cassie, and she ends up bonding with the Lang family, eventually going with them to the Quantum Realm and battling Kang

Bruce offers her help to make amends between the two of them, and she goes with him to Sakaar

Strange is fascinated by her powers and invites her to Kamar-Taj

Rhodey, seeking to make amends with her in a way Tony never wanted to, offers her a place to stay.

If anyone wants to try their hand at making one of these a full fanfic story, be my guest.

[somelokivariant]

Would the avengers wear their own merch?

Tony: abso-fucking-lutely and it'll be the cringiest things too like bobble heads he also has spiderman themed things and all the other (6) avengers

Nat: prolly not- but scarjo makes me want to say yes

Thor: honestly probably doesn't know what merch is or if theres Thor merch. But if he did: hell yeah he would. I'm thinking mjolnir print pajama pants.

Clint: no; he finds it annoying

Kate tho has all the Hawkeye merch made (and when she gets her own she'll buy those too

Bruce: no he'd be shy ❤️ Prof Hulk would tho, for shits and giggles

Steve: no; he hates wearing that stuff

Sam however has all the steve-cap and sam-cap merch

[pansexual-chocolate]

Comic Theory: The Wilson family are descendants of the Shi'ar

Okay so here me out. There was a moment in comics where professor Xavier had a feeling Sam Wilson was a mutant (Thank god that was never confirmed. I still don't like that Kamala khan was confirmed mutant. I have my own issues with how BIPOC mutants are treated in comics.) and his contact with the stone just awakened latent gene's within him. Johnny Storm even asked Sam if he was sure he wasn't a mutant. But they never brought this train of thought back up. I always had a theory that either Darlene or Paul had pretended to be human to assimilate or have an ancestor that pretended to be human. That Sarah and Gideon as well as their kids also have dormant genes. Now that I watched episode six of X-Men 97 and seeing the Shi'ar race. A race of bird people that have a few people that have Psychic abilities. Who Xavier obviously has a lot of intimate knowledge about. Fun fact Shi'ar who breed with humans those hybrids are called Mutants. So what if those feelings Xavier was getting from Sam weren't a earth mutation but because he is a Shi'ar hybrid. It would answer why Sam always felt close connection to birds but couldn't explain why, the Psychic abilities, and why Sam has great feats of strength despite being "human". Also Newer Shi'ar tend to lose their bird features which is why lady deathbird has the metallic wings. So it would explain why we don't see the feathered hair and features. Everything points to the Wilsons being Shi'ar. We can even say high council Shi'ar since those with Psychic abilities we see in comics are on the council.

[evilhorse]

You mean—I’m a mutant?

[chaoticcandyapples]

Marvel Madness Round 1 Part 7

to find the full bracket look here

[braveclementine]

Face Claims

Warnings: None.

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs: Elizabeth Silvertongue and Clementine Greenleaf. I also own Clementines' brother Donavan. The following OCs are owned by other Wattpad writers as this is a collaboration project. Their OCs are on the face claim page. I do not condone any copying of this.

MY OCS: 

Elizabeth Silvertongue:

Clementine Greenleaf: 

The OC of Project Lētālis by @XOXODessyGirl 

Destiny Blakely:

The OC Of Project Enigma by @sw33tdr3ad 

Helen Thrace: 

The OC of Project Eitr by @Sleepyfanfic : 

Ivy Crow

The OC of Project Vision by @RoseRomanovaMaximoff 

Venus Howlett:

Side Note: The main stories are on Wattpad and also a few of the writers have paused their stories since they're not working on them right now.

[nitpickrider]

"I can't fly, just glide. I need to get up!" Jean: "Hold still and let me do my thing, literally carrying this team is my job."

[kmartkiddieisle]

Chat I’ve been like dead for two years (went thru a lot. Got diagnosed with Cyclothymia among other things). Writing fan fics on current fixations.

Anyone got any input?

[mutantontheloose]

OOC//

Me: sleep? Please?

ADHD: nope, hyperfocus

[heckcareoxytwit]

Iron Man and Emma Frost get married in new ‘X-Men’ and ‘Iron Man’ teaser

Emma Frost and Iron Man tie the knot in ‘X-Men’ #26 and ‘The Invincible Iron Man’ #10?

IGN had the scoop that Iron Man and Emma Frost might be tying the knot. They revealed the two walking down the aisle in a pretty double-page splash by Lucas Werneck. The wedding appears to occur in X-Men #26 and The Invincible Iron Man #10 this fall. Both series are written by Gerry Duggan.

“Neither seems like the marrying type,” Duggan told IGN. “Why this works, and how this works and how much fun this is whether their marriage works or not will need to be seen to be believed and you’ll have to buy it to find out. They certainly don’t seem like they’re ready to be married to anyone, let alone to each other, but life can change quickly.”

Sounds like whatever this marriage is, it’s likely a sham or some kind of mind manipulation.

AIPT: Careful! Now, X-Fan Michael said Tony Stark and Emma Frost have a very interesting relationship with one another. At one point, they were lovers, and at another point, enemies. What can you tease about their relationship in Invincible Iron Man and what can we expect from them moving forward? Gerry: They were never lovers. What is this question? It’s bullshit. I’m sorry, Michael, but you’ll just have to read our story. It’s not like we’re going to actually go through with this horseshit marriage.

Duggan continued with IGN, “While both are image-conscious public figures, I have to say I don’t know that either would care what the public thinks. Love is love. That said, while they have little in common, they are both capitalists with a capital ‘C,’ so perhaps that’s a commonality that will allow their marriage to thrive.”

[jesevans]

Hazel please.

@thezombieprostitute Clark and Jake are a great pairing. Both may seem unassuming, but always watch out for the shy ones. They’ll surprise you every time! 😉

Tryna decide if I wanna start with Hazel (Sam & Pete) or Saffron (Ransom & Lee)

Also still contemplating the super perv