#shangqi

[unusualindigo]

ShangQiJiu is a vibe.

The beleaguered sect leader and his two venomous serpents whispering in his ear...

[oyedeng]

Rewatching Shang-Chi after rewatching CABNW, and we don't even need to know the rest of the Avengers roster - Sam, Joaquin and Shangqi clap the Thunderbolts, and it's not even close. Like the Thunderbolts have three dudes who punch hard and have guns (and two of them have shitty knock off shields, one woman who is an elite assassin, and one woman who could be an actual threat to the Avengers with her phasing powers. Sentry is currently off the table due to power instability. Ironically, Taskmaster would have been a fodce to be reckoned with, too, but as it stands...

The thing is, Shangqi was already an insane fighter before the rings, and he'd run LOOPS on the super soldiers now. Sam is basically an impenetrable fortress with the shield, vibranium wings and the kinetic weave, and you add redwing on top plus the wingblades he shoots, plus the other offensive capabilities of his gear, much of which applies to Joaquin, too. Joaquin and Sam are also just insanely fast and flexible in the air, able to gain range that the supersoldiers can't close in on, and we know they're insanely capable fighters without their gear, too. Plus like, if Bucky has any brain left, he does not make moves against Sam and Co. anyway.

If you then add other team members to the Avengers, be it Carol, Thor, Bruce or other hypothetical options, and the scales just tip to the Avengers more and more. But I still think even just these three fine men would ne able to handle the Thunderbolts, not gonna lie.

[oimoitalaina]

Guess who’s gonna spend a good portion of her day tomorrow changing Shang-Chi to Shangqi in all her fics! It’s me!!

[imadetheline]

Shangqi and friends + text posts (and other stuff) pt2 (masterlist)

[xialing-tenrings]

[wint3r-h3art]

Good morning, Shangqi

Pairing: Shangqi | Shang-chi x female reader

⚠️ Warning: SMUT. Hella spicy. grab yourself some water and read. Maybe go shower later idk. Minor (anyone under 18) DNI. ‼️

Summary: frisky morning with you bae after a night of drinking

Tag: @sunrays-in-the-sea  @meegggoooo @sapphireamethystpatch @lovelyrdjr @yoheyyosup @tom-whore-dleston @laamaking @wintrrrsoldier @blooo0ooop @honey-clo @moshpot24x​ @walking-anxious-disaster​ @the-abyss-of-fandoms

A/N: Guys if you want me to tag you properly, please make sure to add your age or age group in your description. This is not beta read because my ho ass just got back from work and wrote this. Any mistakes are mine. Enjoy it, beautiful! I’m just here to clench our collective thirst! Your comment, reblog, and likes are very much appreciated 💛

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It’s too hot.

You frown at the first thought that comes to your head as you’re slowly waking up. 

Your eyes flutter open when you hear a soft snoring noise next to you. You’re disoriented momentarily, trying to scan your surroundings with your blurry eyes, frowning at the unfamiliar environment. Your mouth tastes sour from the alcohol, stomach rumbling slightly.  You are definitely feeling the effect of the excessive consumption of alcohol from last night, despite you being mindful about how much you drank.  You want to gag at the taste of soju lingering in your mouth. 

Turning to your right, you see the familiar bedhead laying with an arm on you, and suddenly a floodgate of memories from the previous night comes rushing over you. Warmness slowly blooms on your cheek. 

A smile quirks at the corner of your mouth as you stare at his naked chest.  His hair tangles in a mess, lips are still swollen from all the kisses you shared. His chest moving evenly with every breath he takes, looking so peaceful, so calming.  

Without much thought, you’re reaching out to his cheek, feeling his skin under your fingertips. A smile spreads across your face as you drag your digit down to the pink, swollen lips. He looks almost like an angel in the dimly lit room. You still cannot believe this man, whose body seems to be sculpted by a God, is lying here next to you. Even touching him right now feels like a dream. Your fingers slowly travel down to rest over his chest, feeling the soft, warm heartbeat. 

“Are you going to keep staring or what?” he asks, placing his rough hand over yours, giving a slight squeeze before he kisses it gently. His voice is rough, husky from just waking up. Those warm brown eyes slowly open to meet yours, causing your heart to skip a beat. The warm earthy hues remind you of the forest and autumn leaves in late October. He makes you feel warm, and welcoming, and oh so comforting. Only Shangqi can have that kind of an effect on you. Even after all the time you spent together, he’s the only person on this Earth that can make your heart flutter with just one look. 

You bite your lips, hiding a shy smile as he stares at you with those liquid ambers. You turn the other way, trying to hide your embarrassment. Then you feel his strong arms snake around your waist and pull you back into his hard chest, his powerful thigh drapes over yours, trapping you in place. Your head tucks under his chin as he rests his cheek on your head. Warmness envelops you wholly, igniting the familiar ache between your thighs. His hand travels southward, hiking up your shirt, baring you from the waist down. Calloused fingers graze over sensitive skin, draw a slow circle on your stomach, making you breathe shakily. Warm, wet arousal pooling between your thighs as you feel his rough fingers travel southward. A soft moan leaves your lips when you feel his growing bulge rubbing against the swell of your ass. You mewl in his arms, grinding yourself against the warm hardness of his growing erection. 

“Baby,” you moan softly, eyes fluttering as he slowly rubs the small bundle of nerves in a slow circle, igniting that delicious friction you crave so much. His breath hitches in his throat feeling your slick cover his fingers. 

“I haven’t done anything yet, and you’re already wet for me,” he mutters before rubbing along your wetness, earning a soft cry from you. His hand moves to cup your breast, flicking at the hard nipple, making you whimper softly. His lips on your neck, kissing, licking, gliding over the tender skin. 

“Mmmm,” you groan softly when he inserts a finger inside you, pumping slowly before adding another finger. 

“Fuck, babe. You’re soaking,” he mutters as you arch your back against his chest, grinding yourself against his fingers.  By the time he inserts this third finger, you are a sobbing mess in his arms. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he kisses your neck as you fuck yourself in his arms. You hiss when you feel his calloused thumb rubbing against your clit. All self-control diminishes as he brings you closer to that blinding light. 

“Are you close, baby?” he asks as he feels your warm, velvety wall closing on his digits. You nod, muttering incoherent words as he fucks you faster with his fingers. Your muscles contract, making you squeeze on his fingers tightly. Your body convulses as the warmness gushes over you, bathing you in pure euphoria as you lay limply in his arms momentarily, dazed and spent. 

Then his mouth is on yours once more, kissing you hungrily with teeth and tongue. Pulling away momentarily, he brings his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, eyes never leaving yours as you watch him completely consumed by lust.

Then you find yourself on your back. Eyes trying to follow him as he moves to the end of the bed. His arms easily pry your legs open as he settles between your legs, hiking them over his broad shoulders,  his face inches away from your sopping cunt. You whine softly when he swipes his tongue over your slit. 

Then you are completely lost in ecstasy as his mouth devours you whole, sucking at the small bundle of nerves, flicking and twirling around it, making you lose your mind. Your hand blindly grabs his hair, pulling him closer. You can feel him grinning as he eats you out like it’s his last meal. 

Just as you thought that he’s through with you, he plunges his tongue into your wetness, fucking you into oblivion. Your sobbing turns into a low moan as you slowly grind your hips against his mouth, coating him with your slick. He groans deeply against your pussy. The low vibration makes you mewl as you catch his eyes staring up at you.

Your release comes once more as you convulse around him, thighs squeezing around his head as he continues to lick your pussy clean. His eyes gleam brightly as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at the state he has brought you to. You moan softly when he moves up to kiss you deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue.

With a shaky hand, you slowly move under his waistband and pull at his now hard cock, warm, velvety, hardness in your hand. He hisses when your thumb brushes over the slit, wiping the bead of his precum over the head. He now finds himself grinding languidly in your palm, craving the friction you can give him. He stares at you hungrily, biting his lips as he watches you pumping his cock in your hand. His eyes would occasionally flutter close when you give him a gentle squeeze. 

“Need you,” he grunts before he moves to grind his cock against your pussy, coating his length with your arousal. You bite back a loud moan whenever his head brushes against your sensitive clit. 

“Fuck babe,” he mutters as he continues to grind himself on you before he leans to suckle on your breast. The lewd squelching sound and his loud sucking fill the small room. “Fuck...baby ride me.” 

You find yourself being pulled into his lap suddenly as he seats himself comfortably, balancing you on his lap. Without much thought, you begin to thrust yourself on his cock.  He moans loudly at your pace but occasionally would grab you by your ass to help assist you, plunging you deeper onto him,  earning a loud moan from you.

“Mmm, fuck me so good,” he moans, encouraging you to ride him faster, and you comply gladly.  It’s not long before your gorgeous boyfriend gets impatient and flips you on your back and begins to fuck you hard. His hip thrust into you as he kisses your legs here and there. The sound of his skins slapping echo in the quiet room as he fuck you faster and faster. With a grunt, he quickly pulls himself out of you, and releases himself all over you before he collapses next to you. 

Then there’s nothing but the sound of both of you breathing heavily. 

“Good morning, Shangqi,” you say in between your breaths as you look at him. Shangqi can only grin widely, completely spent in utter bliss. 

[lovelybarnes]

protector- shangqi

pairings: xu shangqi x reader warnings: bruises, physical assault, asshole boss about: requested! (DA32) “are those bruises?” + (DA19) “touch her, and i’ll murder you.” a/n: my darling requester i am SO sorry. it doesn’t usually take me this long to finish a request, but i have been exhausted this week fro some reason, and i couldn’t figure out how to end this. i hope you enjoy anyway!

you can barely gather enough strength to push the door of your shared apartment open, weighed down by the bags under your eyes and the fact that you were supposed to leave work over two hours ago. your forehead knocks against the cool entrance of your home, eyes shut in emotional exhaustion as the key in your hand blindly tries to find the lock. you groan softly when you continuously miss it, hitting your head a few times in frustration. you’re barely lifting yourself off of the door, eyeing the lock, and aiming the key when the door swings open, your boyfriend standing in the frame with furrowed brows. “y/n?”

at the sight of him, you step into your apartment and press your face against his chest, loosely wrapping your arms around his waist as he returns the favor with a tighter grip, still a little confused as he shuts the door behind you. “shangqi,” you mumble out, words muffled by his chest, “i missed you,” you continue, nuzzling your nose against the soft material of his shirt.

he’d been gone the past few days for a mission, and while you would usually make a bigger deal out of his return--meaning balloons and some poorly made dessert that he’ll eat anyways and definitely not you, exhausted, and on the verge of frustrated tears--you had been so tired lately, and you were back home too late for anything, anyways.

“i missed you too,” shangqi trails off, pressing his lips to your head as a comfort that works. “are you okay?” he asks.

“i’m better now,” you shrug, completely honest considering the way you can feel the energy you’d lost at your job rushing back into you with the smell of shangqi. “‘don’t even think i need the nap i was gonna take when i came home.”

“are you sure? i don’t think it’ll hurt,” shangqi debates, his worries utterly clear in his tone.

you force a breathy laugh from your throat, nodding, “you trying to get rid of me?”

“never,” shangqi replies immediately. “but, i am trying to get you to maybe watch a movie with me?” he baits, knowing full well that there’s no point in arguing with you when you’re so stubborn, instead planning to put on one of the movies that never fails to make you fall asleep, if not only for you to rest a little.

“that,” you begin, lifting your head from his chest but not moving from your place in his arms. “sounds like a great idea,” you smile, pecking his lips before letting him pull you to the couch, where you sink into him again.

shangqi puts on the movie he remembers katie raving about, dramatically groaning at you each time you fell asleep. none of you had any idea what it was about it, but you were always knocked out cold by the first twenty minutes, less if you were as tired as you seemed to be.

you glance at him when you notice the movie he’s choosing, poking him, “shangqi…” you warn, catching onto his plan.

“what?” he feigns innocence, throwing his arm around you to pull you even closer, “‘felt like watching it. you know how great the ending is.”

you don’t. which is why the lie is so damning.

you only grumble and settle in beside him, basking in his warmth and pressing stray kisses to whichever place you can reach, happy to have him back. you’re asleep seven minutes in.

-

an hour later, you’re shimmying your shoulders in the kitchen, moving your hips to a song you hadn’t been able to get out of your head for a while before shangqi left. you’re making something for both you and him to eat--nothing too hard, of course; shangqi has made sure to assign you something you can’t burn, something you appreciate after the last time you’d almost burnt down the apartment.

shangqi is eyeing you from the hallway where he’d just come out of the bathroom, a small smile crinkling his eyes as he enjoys seeing you in your element, a welcomed difference to who you had been when you walked through the door. he walks up behind you, placing a gentle hand on your hip and another one on your stomach to turn you around, meeting the brightness of your smile once you meet his eye. you continue dancing distractedly, a wider grin taking up your face when he begins to dance, too.

you turn a little too fast and bump into a counter, wincing when your hip comes in contact with the marble and letting a small sound of pain slip out. shangqi frowns, watching your hand as it rubs at the covered wound. “what’s wrong?”

you lift up your shirt, scrunching your nose when you catch the colored skin underneath. rolling your eyes, you wave him off as you drop your shirt, “it’s nothing. accident at work, my boss accidentally pushed me when we were in the kitchen.”

the frown never completely leaves shangqi’s face, eyes drifting to the place where your bruise was throughout the rest of the night.

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the next morning, you’re out of the bed and nearly at the door before shangqi is even waking up, the brunt of the mission hitting like a train by the time he’d let his head hit the pillow. you’re rushing inside the bedroom, scurrying around to look for something and say goodbye to your boyfriend when he wakes up. he’s barely awake, the world blurry around him when he catches handprint-shaped darkened skin around your wrist as you reach for something. you don’t note his distress as he sits up, examining the skin that had been fine before he’d left as you mumble an aha, getting ready to leave your boyfriend.

“okay, found it. i love you and i will see yo--”

“is that a bruise?” shangqi interrupts, voice serious and completely awake as he moves towards you, gently grabbing your arm to examine the injury closer.

you look down at your wrist, laughing dismissively way as you try to take your wrist back. “it’s nothing--”

“that’s not nothing, y/n. who did that to you?” shangqi demands, tone still kind but pleading.

you swallow, scoffing lightly with a playful smile, “it’s just an accident at work yesterday,” you begin, the excuse something he’d heard before, “he just grabbed me a little too hard--”

“who?” shangqi insists.

finally giving in, you sigh, “my boss. he was just in a bad mood, i’m honestly fine.”

“was he the same one who pushed you and gave you that?” shangqi asks, pointing at the place on your hip where another bruise resided.

“yes,” you admit after a second of stubborn silence, crossing your arms protectively over your chest.

“did you tell someone--”

“i’m fine.” you cut him off, “it was just a one-time thing, he was in a bad mood and he apologized right after.”

“y/n,” shangqi starts, grabbing the hand belonging to the unscathed arm, “please tell me if it happens again. i think you should go to someone higher-up than him with this anyways--” at the look on your face, he stops himself, “but, i know that you love your job and you're not going to do that, so i’m not going to force you to, but if this happens again--”

“i will.” you promise, “i’ll tell you or i’ll tell his boss. she’s really good about that kind of thing. but i need to go now.”

“okay,” shangqi sighs, not happy with the way you were going about it, but not wanting to force you into something you didn’t want. “i love you, have a good day.”

“i love you, too,” you say, kissing his forehead, “i’ll be back soon.” you wave at him before you leave, giving him a view of the bruise outlining your wrist.

it leaves him with an ugly taste in his mouth that he can’t seem to shake.

-

it’s almost your lunchtime when he notices you’d forgotten your wallet at the kitchen island, the memory of you bustling about in the morning as you looked for what he assumed was this. poking his tongue against his cheek, he decides to visit you at work to bring it to you, knowing you’ll probably need it to buy food, and if your asshole boss happens to be there… then why not take advantage of the opportunity to introduce himself?

he’s at your workplace in ten minutes, swinging around your sugar mommy wallet as he walks inside the building. he greets hans, the receptionist that already knows him by how many times he’s come in to eat with you, and makes small talk while he signs in before he’s able to go see you, face already brightening when he sees you in your element, practically glowing.

the smile that’s beginning to grow on his face disappears completely once your boss comes into the picture, harsh words he’s probably spewing at you making your face drop. shangqi speeds up, trying to listen to what your boss is saying when he suddenly grabs your injured wrist with an angry hand, pulling you closer and spitting words in your face.

shangqi isn’t sure how he got in the middle of both of you so quickly, hands already extended to shove him away from you and standing in front of you as a protective barrier, features contorted into a dangerous snarl.

“who are you? what the fuck are you doing in my building?” he barks, coming closer to the both of you. shangqi can feel your fingers tangling themselves in his shirt, but you don’t move away from him.

“no, what are you doing putting your hands on her?”

“i don’t think any of this concerns you--”

“i can assure you it does when you’re leaving bruises on my girlfriend.”

your boss’ eyes flit to you, settling on your still figure, “you went and complained? you pathetic---” he begins to lunge at you, an arm outstretched when shangqi suddenly pushes him against a wall before he can even touch you.

“touch her, and i’ll murder you.” shangqi growls, a promise laced in the cold tone you’d never even thought he had. his grip is tight around your boss’ neck, ironed shirt wrinkling with each passing second of shangqi’s tightening grip. you stand behind your boyfriend in shock, only used to the sweet man who would prefer trapping spiders to take them outside. you pull at his shirt, softly saying his name as a way of asking him to calm down.

with a final jostle, shangqi complies, putting your boss down and only glaring at him as he slinks away, proclaiming he’ll sue. he turns to you once your boss is gone, gentle hands reaching for the wrist that had just been in your boss’ grip. his fingers trace gently over the bruise, worried eyes replacing the angry ones he’d had just before. “are you okay?” shangqi asks, scanning your face and pulling you into his embrace. you nod, tightening your arms around him. “i swear, i’ll kill him. who does he think he is? if they don’t fire him, i swear i’ll bring it up to wong or banner or i’ll take care of it myself--”

“i’ve never seen you that mad,” you interrupt in a daze, slowly pulling away and searching the eyes that had been so furious seconds before, now soft and comforting as they observed you.

“i’ve never needed to be,” shangqi tells you, the hands that had been wrapped around your boss’ neck now curling around your waist to pull you closer again, “but when i saw him hurting you--”

“i’m okay,” you assure weakly. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you about it,” you murmur into his chest, “i just didn’t want you to worry. i was trying to avoid all this.”

“worrying about you is my job, i’m supposed to make sure you’re okay, y/n.”

“okay,” you give in. “i’m sorry. i promise i’ll tell you if anything happens again--”

“oh, no, this isn’t going to happen again.” shangqi promises, pulling back to meet your eyes, “i’ll make sure of it. i’ll stay with you every day if i need to.”

“you won’t need to, i promise,” you vow, “but thank you for protecting me.”

shangqi swears it’s his honor.

[a-flickering-soul]

one of the things I loved about Shang Chi that I also picked up from Crazy Rich Asians was the nods to casual Asian culture, like?? There were certain moments that were For The Culture and it made me really :) Off the top of my head I can name

of COURSE the ABC joke in the fighting ring that was SOOOO FUNNY

Katy's mom saying "I did not immigrate from Hunan for you to drive cars for a living" I SWEAR my mom has told me that exact thing

Parents saying "x concept is American, that's not how we do it"

An elder speaking in one language and younger generations answering in English and everyone understanding each other

The way you bring your friends over and your parents will just automatically feed them of COURSE!!!

The scene where Wenwu started telling a story that EVERYONE had heard already and you just have to shut up and drink your tea and listen to that same damn story again

The overlying theme that you stand in front of the history of your ancestors and "you are a product of every person that has come before you" and you don't run away from that but let it hold you up

add on the ones i missed!!! this movie was so good it made me feel so seen