#Dark Thor x WOC Reader

[queenoftheworldisdead]

C.R.E.A.M

Chapter 6

A/N: Reader is female. No physical descriptors used. Let me know if i fucked up and not do that. Chat me up i don’t bite!

Summary: Thor crossed the wrong man, now you are caught in middle.

Warning: Adult content only! 18+ only please. Dark! There is potentially triggering stories ahead. NonCon fingering, masturbation, drunken behavior

Dark Thor x Reader, Dark Zemo x Reader (Mein Hase), Drug lord AU

Mein Hase: German for my Bunny 🐇

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The house wins, and the game resets once more. You've lost track of how many times the dealer has gathered the cards, shuffling and dealing as you finish yet another glass. Despite the buzz fogging your brain, you can’t ignore Thor’s gaze. You keep your eyes averted, trying to ground yourself in the haze of the drink and the hum of the room. But his attention weighs heavily at your side.

“Excuse me,” a woman’s voice pulls your focus. You turn stiffly. It takes a moment before you realize it’s her—Jane, Thor’s wife.

She stands close, her polished grace a sharp contrast to the charged atmosphere at the table. A delicate scent wafts from her—soft, floral, refined. She smile at you, but you catch the briefest flicker of something else in her expression—does she know?

Does she know you’re one of her husband’s mistresses? Is she here to confront you?

The thought coils tightly in your chest, choking the air from your lungs.

"Hi," you manage, your smile strained as a nervous twitch threatens to betray you.

“A little bird told me you bought Natasha’s auction house,” she says with a playful smile. “Sorry, I’m being rude. Hi, I’m Jane Odinson. I was at the last auction—I bought a few Sokovian pieces at the last event.”

“Oh?” is all you can bring yourself to say.

She says something else—an invitation to the next auction, Sokovian artifacts—but her voice fades under the pounding in your ears. You nod, her words sinking into the background. Your attention drifts instead to the beasts at your back.

“Oh, Vice Chairman Rodriguez, Senator Schmitt,” Jane calls over to two passing guests. “Come meet my new friend here. She’s the new owner of the warehouse. It’s where I got that piece I was telling you about.”

You nod and hide behind glass of champagne. She takes command of their attention and your grateful for it. She calls over another guest, then another, her charm effortlessly pulling them in.

You try to keep up with the introductions, but you can’t t keep up with which name goes with which face. Is this what it’s like? You don’t know how Natasha does it—how she endures the steady stream of eyes, the constant barrage of attention. The lies, the practiced smiles all feel and draining.

“Boom!” Thor’s hand crashes down onto the table like thunder, drawing the attention of the crowd. Jane cheers as Thor’s gaze flickers toward you for a brief moment before he pulls attention to his wife.

“Ah, so that’s why my luck has changed,” Thor proclaimes, pulling Jane into his lap. "My beautiful wife."

The display turns lewd as he kisses her, hungry and unrestrained, until she slaps him away playfully. You watch as he relents with a grin, the fierce man softening into that of a devoted husband—a stark contrast to the man you know.

“I think that’s all for me tonight, gentlemen,” Zemo says as he rises.

He leaves his chips behind, an amount you couldn’t begin to calculate. His expression remains steady, though tension hums just beneath the surface.

You step back to give him room, but your heel catches, and you stumble. His hand finds your waist quickly, firm and grounding. The warmth of his touch seeps through the fabric as your pulse quickens. His gaze locks on yours—dark, deliberate, all-encompassing, pinning you in place.

"Careful mien Hase."

The words are soft intimate, sending a shiver through you. Your breath stalls as he leans closer, the space between you narrowing painfully slow. Panic wells up, sharply at the thought of him kissing you here—in front of Thor. What would he do? His wife is watching.

Your breath escapes in a quiet rush as he shifts aside, his fingers brushing yours as he takes the glass from your hand. The sound of crystal meeting the table echoes sharply, louder than it should, cutting through the silence and the frantic beat of your heart.

"Come along."

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The cold night air splashes against your face as Zemo guides you outside, his hand firm at your side as he marches. The world feels softener, quieter, the murmurs of voices dissolving into the soothing melody of the chirps of crickets and hum of cars as they idle at the end of the drive.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you slur, eyes lidded, head lolling gently against Zemo’s shoulder. You’d never drank so much before. Never knew how heavy it could make you feel, how it can cloud the world around you. Your hands grip at his shirt weakly, fatigue settles over you like a warm blanket, heavier than you'd realized until now. You don’t want to play anymore, just want this all to end, be free of them all.

He doesn’t answer. Did you even say it out loud? His words, low and steady, blur into the background as he speaks to the valet. You sway against him, your legs uncooperative, the ground tilting beneath your feet—or is it the world?

His scent catches your nose—cider, pine, something warm. It clings to the air between you, oddly soothing, a lifeline in the haze of noise and bodies you left behind.

"Thank you, Oeznik," Zemo says softly, almost a lullaby against the blur of your thoughts. The car door clicks open, the sound sharper than it should be, his scent blooming from it. You let Zemo's hands guide you into the back seat—firm, steady, careful.

The hem of your dress catches, sliding higher as you slump into the seat. You grumble something incoherent, batting weakly at his hand as he tugs it back down. His fingers brush your thigh, feather-light before retreating, leaving a trail of warmth behind.

In the quiet darkness of the car, you feel the tension of the night ease, your guard slipping just as the lights blur by outside.

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Zemo POV

“Herr Zemo,” Oeznik’s voice breaks through softly, respectful and waiting. His eyes lift, catching Zemo's in the dim reflection of the rearview mirror. The low hum of the engine fills the quiet, patient, for Zemo's command.

Your body shifts, sagging heavily against Zemo’s side, unaware, lost in the warmth of sleep. He doesn’t push you away, unbothered by the soft rhythm of your breath against his skin. His gaze lingers on you, watching as your lashes rest delicately against your cheeks. He can’t recall the last time he slept so soundly, a quiet envy stirs at the sight of your peace.

“Let’s take her home,” Zemo instructs softly, meeting Oeznik’s gaze in the mirror. The older man nods, his hand steady on the wheel as he guides the car into the night, the soft lights casting fleeting shadows across Zemo’s face.

Zemo’s gaze drifts to the window, the world outside moving in quiet flashes—nothing more than blurred colors and shifting shadows. His mind shifts to Thor—the man who still had everything Zemo had lost, the man who had ripped it all away.

His hand drifts to your exposed thigh, his nails pressing thoughtlessly into the soft flesh as his grip tightens under the weight of his anger.

"Thor please," you whimper meekly, your soft features twisting with the pain he caused. You don’t wake, only shifting slightly in your seat, unaware of the venom the name spills into Zemo’s veins.

He breathes in slowly trying to regain control of the anger that licks at his nerves. He’s done this before—he knows how to hold it in, to bury the rage.

A thought bubbles as his mind slowly settles. A faint smirk threatens to pull at his lips as a dark idea takes shape in his mind.

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Zemo’s fingers glide gently against the marks he’d left behind, the raised skin beneath his touch like braille. You stir, a soft grumble slipping from your lips, but you don’t wake.

You sleep deeply as his hand trails upward, testing the edges of your slumber. He watches, his palm tucking between your thighs, feeling the warmth radiating from you, drawing him in deeper. Your body stirs a bit, legs parting slightly, just enough for him to settle closer.  

He hadn’t touched another woman since his marriage. That vow, once unshakable, felt distant now—a faint echo drowned beneath something darker, something twisting.

"Stop, please," you pant, tears dampening your lashes. For a moment, he wonders what that man has done to you—but he doesn't care enough to stop.

"Shh, mien Hase," he coos, his thick accent wrapping around each vowel. 

You begin to hum softly, as if Zemo's words were an answer to a prayer. The air between you thickens, heavy with a tension that coils in his chest as your body responses to his touch. A smile pulls at his lips as the dampness bleeds through the delicate between your thighs. The feel pulls him deeper into a need that he couldn't ignore.

"You’re safe with me," he whisper against your brow. You moan in reply, your hips pressing against him mindlessly. He adjusts himself with a quiet exhale, the strain against his zipper demanding the relief that lay between your legs. It’s tempting too tempting to lay you down and slide his cock into you. His tongue drags across his lips at the thought of it as his finger pull your panties to the side.

 "I’ll take care of you now..."

The elastic stretches over his hand as cups your mound. You moan as Zemo sinks in slowly, his movements methodical as he mindlessly strokes himself in tandem. Each dip goes deeper, making you writhe, your body soaking his fingers as the sounds blend with the hum of the luxury car. He doesn’t care if the driver sees him play, but he knows the old man knows better.

Each motion is calculated, every press and glide tethered to the gnawing ache inside him.

For a moment, only the pounding of his heart and the rhythmic slick of your body fills the air, the tension thick as his mind races beneath the surface.

How could you be this wet? Were you ever like this for him? The thought curdled his mind with hate, yet the softness of your insides smoothed the edges of his anger.

You clench around him and Zemo pauses as you, his eye roam your body as a subtle tremor courses through you. It pulls him, caught between indulgence and his mission. It wasn’t desire—he convinces himself it couldn’t be. It was something primal, nothing more.

He exhales slowly, his hand retreating, wiping clean against the damp fabric. This moment had served its purpose. This wasn’t pleasure, he reminded himself, it was retribution. You were nothing more than a piece on the board, a message wrapped in flesh and warmth.

[needlereads]

She is in danger.

Disciple of Thunder - Part One

I wrote this fic back in July and I’ve been sitting on it for so long. Suddenly got inspired again and here we are. There are nine chapters written already on AO3 and I’m slowly starting on the tenth.

I have so many series in the works, I know. But this one is as close to canon I will ever get in regards to Asgard and I struggle with fantasy-esque ideas because I feel like I can’t write them well. So, I will upload these chapters every few days. It’s really hard for me to write Thor (he’s such a strong goofball to me), so I’m challenging myself.

gif by @tomhiddleston-loki​

This is Dark! Thor x WOC! Oracle Reader (Reader would have to be half black because she is the niece of Heimdall) and Dark! Loki x WOC! Oracle Reader.

Warnings: None yet but it will get murky later.

Summary | Thor captures an Oracle, part of a religious cult that has foretold the death of the Allfather. The noble prince is given the task of her punishment but he begins to teeter into darkness as he seeks justice while battling his own desires. For every time he punishes her, he loses a bit of his power.

⚡️ - @caffiend-queen​ (who was my biggest fan of me finishing this fic) @jevans2​ @river-soul​ @liquorlaughslove​

The ground roiled under your feet, the walls of the small temple shaking in the aftermath of an explosion nearby. Shrill screams permeated the air as fear took hold, the attendants climbing over each other to flee. How quickly they disregarded your mother’s prophecy. This had been part of her vision. The once proud priestess laid dead at your feet, the wound in her chest spreading over her robes. Felled by her own servant in a vain attempt to save their own life. You did not mourn her. She had built you up to withstand the burden of what you now would accomplish. With her death, you would continue on the path she set forth.

Swords unsheathed in the darkness, footsteps crunching over the rubble. The pillar hid you well from the marauders, though they were not the ones you expected. These were Asgardians, known for their stealth and ferocity. They searched through the temple with precision, checking the bodies to any signs of life. This was not a compassionate quest. A plea of forgiveness was whispered near your vicinity, silenced by a sword sliced into flesh. There would be no salvation from your attackers. They sought to eradicate everything you knew.

A torch illuminated a small space, where your mother’s body lay on her side. A red cape pooled on the ground as a man knelt near her body. You knew him by the hammer he held in his hand. The Asgardian prince was bigger than you had thought, almost a giant in the flesh. Footsteps approached, more of his associates joining him. You recognized Hogun from your village and anger ripped through your chest. You knew he had brought them here.

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[ughdontbeboring]

only you.

Thor x WoC reader

reader comes home a little tipsy and Thor has to remind her, she’s the ONE.

Warnings: Slightly smutty? Insecurities, Thor is that man. Reader is tipsy but she’s totally ok with her man dickin her down.

note: this is my big story back, I don’t think I’ve posted in like a year? not sure, also this is super rushed so not super proud but I had to get it out my head. Also there’s going to be an alternative version of this because I couldn’t decide how I wanted this to go. That will be posted in a week or 2. I have a hard time writing Thor idk way, he’s one of my favs but such a complex character I think. Also only one mention of readers complexion but can be read by anyone.

don’t give permission for my works to be used in any form. If you likes it reblog, share it, love it all that good shit.

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He watched her as she stumbled slightly in her high heels to where he laid in their bed. How she had managed a whole night out with Val, Natasha and the other women in those things he’d never understand. She made it look so effortless, the way her hips and loose hem of her mini dress swayed with every step she took. Women were definitely magical creatures. His heart thumped against his ribs a little harder as he watched his lovely little woman approach. 

Even in the low lit room mostly covered in darkness he could make out every detail of her, maybe it had nothing to do with the ability to see as much as it did with the fact that he had memorized every part of her years ago. 

She was wearing a brown chain mail dress as she called it, her hair down and loose, very little makeup and matching high heels. How Thor had allowed her to leave him without taking her on sight, he could only make sense in her power over him. What she promised when she returned to him that night if he allowed her to leave unscathed by his need.

She stood at the side of the bed with her arms cross her chest, a slight frown on her beautiful face as she stared down at him. Thor lay slightly sitting up against the reinforced headboard. 

“What is wrong my love” He questioned up at her with genuine curiosity though he had a sneaky suspicion of what kind of mood she may be in. Even if she didn’t admit it, he was sure he knew what she’d need tonight. 

“I-you-“ She started before being cut off by her own hiccup.

“Do you need water little one?” 

“Yes, No! I- no listen” she started again before her voice drifted off and her eyes started to shift lower along his naked chest and torso before landing on the thin cool sheet that hardly did anything to cover his muscler thighs and slightly soft cock. 

She bit back a moan as Thor watched her pretty thick brown thighs clench within arms reach of him. His stomach fluttered slightly at the scene before him and at the sweet scent that started to fill the room. 

She seemed to focus on something she wanted to say to him before squaring her shoulders.

“Did-uh did you love that one uh barmaid on that planet..uh the..-“ she started determinedly as her buzzed mind would allow, her eyes rolling up as she tried to remember. 

“No” Thor answered swiftly and honestly as he cut her off. He was so sure it almost made her angry at him and it annoyed her more because it’s not even something to be upset about she should be happy he seemed so sure but her tipsy mind wasn’t fully on track yet.

She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at him. 

“Wait, you didn’t let me fisnish you-you don’t know which one-“

But Thor was quick as he pulled her over his lap and into the empty space next to him, his large body quickly finding his place between her soft thick thighs. 

They both let a groan slip as their bodies came in contact. Thor’s bare cock between their bodies, laid snuggly against her panty covered cunt. The wet patch his veiny shaft rocked up and over making him groan. 

“It does not matter, I’ve loved none of them” he spoke truthfully again without hesitation, one arm holding him up as his eyes followed the moment of his cock. 

She felt like her world as spinning as she looked up at him. She knew she shouldn’t have but the mention of significant others, their ex’s and flings left her mind to wonder too much about Thor’s long life. It was something she really never let herself focus on in the few years they’d been together. But even the girls night out and plenty of shots couldn’t shake her mind from Thor’s earlier comment in front of everyone, about a planet so bizarre, it led to the new information of a one night stand. 

“Not even, not even, that one Loki said uh the” she tried. Remembering when she first met Loki, he had tested her by trying to rile her up with talk of Thor’s past lovers. Only to apologize shortly after when he realized for himself she was the one, the only one for his brother. But now that information did nothing for her jealousy. 

“No” was Thor’s firm answer as his body slowly rocked into hers harder. His deep eyes raking over her. She looked like a vision. Her hair all around her surrounding her head like an halo, breast basically coming out of her dress from the lack of a bra. Her chest heaving. She was an Angel, Thor was sure the only one in all the universe and she was his. 

“Thor! You’re not letting me finish!” She kicked her feet very childishly causing Thor to bite his lip to stop from laughing as he stared down at her. Nothing but amusement and love in this bright blue and brown eyes. “Ok the one from-“

“No. No. No and no, little dove the answer to that question will always be no” he said cutting her off again. 

His large hand grips her face, as the other continued to hold himself above her, as she stares up at him completely doe eyed and utterly in love despite her little outburst. He loved her all ways but this way, so open and so needy was one of his favorites, his cock twitched and thicken at the sight and feel of having her fully willing for anything he’d do beneath him. 

“Little queen, it matters not who you mention, who anyone could mention from over the centuries of my life. I have loved none of them, even when I thought it could be love you’ve came into my life and shown me how foolish of a God I was to ever consider that love” he spoke truthfully. 

The tears swelled in her eyes as she took him in, her fingers dancing all over his face before tracing her thumb along his bottom lip before he started to speak again. 

“Because in all these centuries, in all the galaxies, in all the universe I have ever only loved you, I could never have loved another, not when your love exist and even in death it could not fade” 

“Thor-“ she sobbed lightly. 

“Shhh little queen, I know, let me remind you there is only you for me, there is only we” Thor spoke against her fingertips, before sucking her thumb softly into his wet mouth and rolling his hips into her. She moaned at the contact of skin to skin, she hadn’t even notice Thor rip her thong, his veiny cock pushing up along her bare wet cunt. 

“I am yours completely” Thor said before he swiftly buried his thick cock in her til the hilt, her eyes rolled back as her loud gasped filled the quiet room. 

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 213 & 214

A/N: Thank you again to those who recommended fanfics or tagged me. 💜 This week had me reading 50 fics. Absolutely amazing fics here. This has been so much fun for me and I hope you enjoy my reading lists.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

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For my Masterlist click HERE.

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers

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I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Need You Now - (Bucky x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Mafia Bucky Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

Goldi locked - (Curtis x Reader x Ari x Steve) - @biteofcherry

one for you and me - (Bucky x Reader) - @mellowsaturns

no place like home - (Steve x Reader) - @mellowsaturns

Drugged Courage - (Steve x Reader) - @mercurial-chuckles

Berserk Captain Rogers - (Steve x Reader) - @mercurial-chuckles

Out of My Head - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Stay - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Making Time - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Sunrises and Sunsets - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

More time - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

somebody else - (Bucky x Reader) - @lunarbuck

Deception - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Fate Part 1 - (Curtis x Reader) - @thezombieprostitute

Fate Part 2 - (Curtis x Reader) - @thezombieprostitute

Guilt - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Oh My - (Jake x woc!Reader) - @syntheticavenger

hard drive - (Jake x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Comply - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @tumblin-theworldaway

Mafia Bucky Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

A Much Needed Reminder - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Hold Me - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Losing Control - (Bucky x Reader) - @flordeamatista

till the end of time - (Thor x Reader) - @sergeantxrogers

for so long as you live - (Bucky x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

"My King" - (Thor x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Vicious - (Bucky x Reader) - @fluffyprettykitty

Another Ending 1 - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Another Ending - 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

You Should've Seen Him - (Steve x Reader) - @buckets-and-trees

I Will Always Come When You Call - (Bucky x Reader) - @eat-limes-bitches

Love Marks - (Bucky x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Betrayed heart - (Brock x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Hold You Tight: Part 6 - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Cold hearted - Chp 3 - (Multi Pairings) - @missvelvetsstuff

Cold hearted - Chp 4 - (Multi Pairings) - @missvelvetsstuff

Indecent Proposal - (8) - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Leap of faith - (Steve x Reader) - @mostly-marvel-musings

Drabble Roulette: F*ck Machine - Bucky Barnes - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Touching - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Delivered - (Curtis x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Big Pharma - (Steve x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

Back to the Office - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

liquor - (Thor x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

I know what you did - (Lee B x Reader) - @tumblin-theworldaway

Chivalry - (Steve x Reader) - @mostly-marvel-musings

So, This Is Love! - (Ransom x Reader) - @americasass81

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet - Chp 10 - (Curtis x Honey) - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Your Mark On Me - Part 13 - (Steve x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

[operation-619]

Steve Rogers

WOC/Reader

AU series were Bucky is safe and sound after AOU, (Y/N) (L/N) is a troubled woman with a haunting past, and its coming back to enslave her. But she doesn’t care, her interest is in a certain Captain America lead to a night that set off a series of unfortunate twists and turns. Can she come out on the other side, with her past a secret and a family to come home to. Or will she burn and take everyone down with her.

Her: I-Forest , II-Crimson , III-Hiraeth

My home isn’t a place - where you’ve come to know these people well enough home isn’t a physical object.  Coming soon

Call me when its over - she’s just a friend, right? Coming soon

[smutsonian]

Willllddddd 🥴

Loved this skksksksks 4.6k words went by so fast 😞

⛓kinktober 2021- orgy⛓

—you and me, or three, or four...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: soft dark!Sif & the Warriors Three x woc!reader

Summary: The one where you help the Warrior's Three and Sif celebrate.

Word Count: 4.6k+

Warnings: DARK PLOT READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION, general language warning, dubious consent, getting the reader tipsy, gaslighting, oral (male and female recieiving), size kink, orgy, fingering, anal, unprotected sex, loss of virginity, spit as lube, cum as lube, cum eating, vouyerism, creampie, multiple orgasms, squirting, pet names (reader is called little one & sweet girl)

A/N: DAY TWENTY SIX OF KINKTOBER! Yeah yeah, I know it's technically a day late but it's here so that's all that matters lmao. Written on mostly on my phone but I gave it a look over, knowing me though I probably missed a few things. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

You’re tired, your feet ache, your arms are sore, and yet you are still expected to serve until the last warrior has had their fill of food and drink. As expected, the Warriors Three, Sif, and Thor are the last ones present, and if past behavior is anything to go by you know they will carry on for a long while. A cup crashes to the ground and tears you from your thoughts, and the strong voice of the king calling for another has you quickly making your way over to replace his drink.

Nervously you set the tankard down, spilling some of the ale over the edge and you curse yourself for being so clumsy and in front of Thor no less. He merely chuckles, at your attempt to clean the spilled liquid. The laughter dies when you drop to your knees beside him, laser focused on mopping up the spill with the rag in your hands that you don’t notice the way all eyes have fallen on you. “My apologies, your majesty.” You mutter, and when you feel a shadow being cast over you, you finally look up to see the thunderer towering over you.

“No need to fret, little one.” Little one, the name always reminds of how much of a size difference there is between you and them. Something that embarrassingly thrills you because you know that not only are Thor and his closest friends bigger than you, they’re all stronger as well. Just as your mind starts to wander on it though you push the thought away to focus on your king. “I won’t hold a little spill against you, now get up…” he says before pausing, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips before he takes a drink. “Unless you prefer to serve on your knees.” Your eyes go wide at the insinuation, and involuntarily you lick your lips before letting your gaze dart away and look at anything else other than Asgard’s king standing over you. A sound of feminine laughter sounds from behind you, and you quickly stand to your feet and attempt to rush off before any more can be said. Your attempt at a hasty retreat is blocked by none other than the goddess Sif, and your nervousness is only amplified tenfold by her close proximity.

You try to sidestep her, but an arm comes up to block you as she presses her hand against a stone pillar. She stands tall over you, just like all Asgardians do and it reminds you of yet another thing you find devastatingly attractive about Sif. From the way she smirks down at you it’s almost like she knows, and you curse yourself for letting one too many lingering stares land on her. “So skittish, little one. Is the brute scaring you off already?” Behind you Thor’s laughter booms out of him, and you jump, startled by the sudden sound.

“No, I-um...excuse me.” Your cheeks burn as you duck under her arm and try to rush past the table that the other three warriors sit at. A rough hand grabs at your skirt and pulls you in until you're falling onto the bench and knocking into a strong chest.

“Relax, have a drink. You’re too wound up and this is supposed to be a celebration.” It’s Fandral that speaks, and when you try to tell him that you shouldn’t drink because you haven’t been released from your duties he only shoves his half drank tankard of ale into your hands. “I’m sure our dear king will make an exception.” He looks over your shoulder to where Thor and Sif seem to be discussing something that’s put sly smirks on their lips. “Isn’t that right, Thor?” He calls out, and the blond lifts his cup in the air to agree. So much for your plans to slip away and have one of the other servants tend to the raucous group for the rest of the evening. With no other choice in sight, you reach for the offered tankard and lift it to your lips.

The ale isn’t your preferred drink, but it’s strong enough to take the edge off and make you relax enough not to immediately jump away when you feel a hand sliding over the swell of your ass. Instead you try to make a subtle attempt at scooting away from Fandral’s wandering hands only to end up pulled into Volstagg’s lap. He perches you up on his lap, and for a moment you panic not knowing what to do or how to react. You didn’t find yourself in positions like this, mostly because you were too shy to entertain someone for longer than a few seconds, and you always ran away the first chance you got. You feel trapped now, and surrounded on all sides when Hogun stands and rounds the table to come to a stand behind you. He pours his remaining ale into your cup and nods in approval when you down it far too quickly. Volstagg does the same, and again your nerves have you drinking the ale down far too quickly because now you feel too pliant and a little dizzy.

“Pretty, but she is far too nervous for my tastes.” Hogun says, as if appraising your worth, for some reason you want to take offense to it but you say nothing. You know your place, you’re meant to serve, not talk back. It’s been that way ever since your realm was conquered and you were gifted to Thor among the spoils of war. To date the king has been nothing but fair to you, though on occasion you know his gaze lingers and he drops the not so subtle hint that he wants more than your loyal service. You always avoid it, but now you’re contending with his three friends and you’re feeling overwhelmed by it all.

Desperate you look to where Thor sits at the end of the table, hoping he would see your tipsy discomfort and order the men to let you go about your business. Instead what you see is he and Sif locked in a heated kiss as she straddles his lap. Curiosity, shame, embarrassment, and jealousy all swirl within you, and no matter how hard you try you can’t look away from the scene. The ale only serves to lower your inhibitions enough that your eyes don’t stray even when clothes are stripped away, it’s not until Sif cuts her gaze towards you while Thor mouths at her throat and grips her thighs that you realize you’ve been watching with rapt attention. Your eyes dart away, face burning even hotter and hips squirming as you pressed your thighs together to try and alleviate the pulsing need between them. When did you get so wet? Why did you drink so much and so quickly? You question yourself, hoping that no one picks up on your squirming. Naturally though, it doesn’t go unnoticed, and Fandral slides in close to you so that he can take you by the chin and force your gaze back on Thor and Sif just as the dark haired goddess begins to sink onto the thunderer’s impressive length.

You swallow thickly, aching to know what that might feel like but also dreading it. You’ve been untouched up until this point, sheltered by devout parents who intended for you to be a priestess to the gods of your realm. “Do you like to watch, little one?” Volstagg coos at you, rough hand starting to gather your dress up until it’s over your hips. You have nothing under it to hide your slickness, and you can only snap your legs closed when you feel a hand glide between your thighs to touch you.

“Oh I think she does.” Fandral pulls his fingers away, and they shine in the low light with proof of your growing arousal. “Tell me, is it Sif or our dear king Thor that has this effect on you.” You know the answer, and it’s not one or the other. In their own way all five of them have their way of getting to you, and it’s something you never planned on admitting out loud so you shake your head with a whimper despite how your gaze hungrily lingers on Sif’s form bouncing up and down on Thor’s cock. You clench around nothing, screaming at yourself to look away until you finally find the will to look down and clench your eyes shut. “It’s nothing to be shy about, you should be honored. Do you know how many women would kill to be right where you are now?” Fandral grips your thigh, keeping you from leaping away when Hogun suddenly cuts through the laces on the bodice of your humble dress. The grim warrior then tears the fabric in two and you’re left bare and trying desperately to cover your modesty with the scraps.

“Pl-please, I’ve never. You can’t, I can’t...I’m not supposed to.” You stammer every reason you can think of at once. That manages to sober you up temporarily, and you manage to wiggle off of Volstagg’s lap to try and make a run for it. Hogun has you by the arms quickly though, and there’s something like amusement in his gaze when you flinch at the sound of the table being cleared haphazardly. Your frantic pleading draws both the attention of Sif and Thor, who don’t even pause their lewd display.

“Her cunt is mine for the taking first, and none of you are to cum inside her.”

“No!” Thor’s order seals your fate, and you panic, not thinking of the consequences for speaking out of turn.

You're sat on the bare table, shaking like a leaf as you hold your ruined dress to your body. “Sweet girl, are you denying us, are you denying your king?” You shrink away from the three men, and spare a glance to where Thor sits with Sif still riding him. The look he gives you is a hard one, and it makes a distressed whine catch in your throat. Hogun steps away, and comes back with another tankard of ale, and lifts it to your lips to drink. Nervously you do so, trembling where you sit as you let the man ply you with more ale. “After all he’s done for you, he could have turned you out onto the street. He could have even left you in the ruins of your realm with nothing.” Fandral’s reminders of Thor’s kindness plant the seed of guilt, and with the fresh influence of more ale in your system you don’t consider that Fandral is just using words to manipulate you. Meanwhile, the sounds of Thor’s and Sif’s pleasure flood your ears and lead your mind down an even more dangerous path. “And haven’t we treated you kindly, do you really think we’d hurt you, little one?”

Fandral is charming, and a smooth talker, you know this already from watching him interact with those around him. Having that turned out makes you squirm in unease and nervousness. You nod, watching as Fandral takes the cup from Hogun’s hands and lifts it to his lips for a drink before offering it back to you. He hums in approval when you gulp down a mouthful, leaning in to lick the small amount that dribbles from the corner of your mouth. “A little gratitude for all our kindness is well overdue wouldn’t you say?”

“I don’t mean to be ungrateful, I just…” You look around again, head swimming with shame and alcohol, while your eyes are always drawn back to Sif and Thor’s writhing forms. “This is improper, and I’ve never…” You shift away slightly when Volstagg leans in to inhale your scent with a satisfied groan. He mutters something about wanting to find out if you taste as sweet as the honeyed plums, and cinnamon that you smell of. Your cheeks burn, and before you can attempt to clumsily run away Fandral has a hand gently tangled in your curly locks.

“Then relax, little one, and let us enjoy our celebration.” He urges, and you can feel the tattered remains of your dress being tugged away to expose you to the hungry gazes that are on you. You don’t miss the way that Volstagg settles in front of you, his calloused hands spreading your thighs to take in the sight of your slick folds before he drags your hips to the edge and leans in to drag his tongue against you. You gasp and squirm not used to the feeling, and awkwardly you have no idea what to do with your hands. A flick of his tongue against your clit makes you gasp, and the jolt of pleasure is so strong that you can’t keep yourself from moaning in pleasure. Your hands fly to Volstagg’s hair, tangling in his red locks and pulling hard. It draws a groan out of him and the sound rumbles against your bare sex to embarrassingly draw another whine of pleasure out of you.

Two sets of hands ease you back until you’re laying on the table, encouraging you to simply let go and let yourself enjoy what’s happening. Fingers knead and grope at your breasts, plucking at your stiff nipples until your back is bowing up off of the table, and your hips are squirming against Volstagg’s mouth as he greedily presses his tongue into your quivering hole. Your eyes fall shut for a moment, clenching tight as you try to fight the slow building pressure building between your thighs. It’s easier said than done with Sif’s moans filling your head, and the sounds of Thor loud pleasured grunts. Foolishly you think, however, that if you can’t see them that your body won’t react as strongly to the couple or two the three men toying with your body. But you can feel how wet you are, and you can also hear how messily Volstagg works between your thighs. You’re dripping, and your arousal is slick and dripping down to leave a mess on the table under you. Still you keep your eyes shut tightly, not wanting to see the moment when Sif falls over the edge, and Thor follows after her, and it’s not until you feel two soft lips pressing against your furrowed brow that you snap them open to find a smirking Sif beginning to climb over your face.

You’re confused for a moment, but no less enraptured by the sight of her glistening and used sex as it drips Thor’s spend against your lips while she slowly lowers herself onto your mouth. You let out a muffled sound of surprise, but she shushes you gently and tells you to relax. “Be a good girl and clean me up, little one.” You whimper under her, unsure of what to do so you experimentally let your tongue press past your lips to drag against her and mimic what Volstagg has done between your thighs. She moans above, muttering praise for how clever you are for figuring it out so quickly, and despite the situation they’ve put you in you can’t help but preen at the praise. It gives you an incentive to let your tongue explore, and chase the taste of Thor’s spend as it seeps from her and onto your mouth. You’re embarrassed to admit even to yourself that you find the taste of the thunderer’s cum and Sif’s cunt addicting, but you know that it shows in how you eagerly push your tongue into her. She rewards your willingness to please her with her fingers against your clit, strumming over it as two thick digits push carefully into you. You don’t know whose fingers they are until you hear Thor’s voice saying “They may share you when I’m done, but you’re mine, little one.”

“Ours,” Sif corrects him with a breathy moan when your tongue finds her bud and drags over it. “What’s yours is mine, my love. Don’t forget.” Her words draw another booming laugh from Thor, and if you could think straight in the moment you might have done more than writhe and moan under Sif at the stretch of Thor’s fingers inside you. The pressure starts to build more quickly, but before you can reach the breaking point, Thor’s fingers are sliding out of you and instead something much thicker is being pressed against your sopping entrance. Your body tenses, and Sif lifts her hips from your mouth to run a soothing hand over your thighs to coax them further apart and urges you to relax and just focus on her. You nod, knowing that no amount of protests or pleading will stop this from happening. Fandral’s words still replay in your mind as well, and guilt seeps in at your wanting to deny the king what he wants, but even more concerning than that, there’s a part of you that wants to feel what Sif had felt earlier. Thor waits until he feels some of the tension leave you before he breaches your entrance, cursing at your tightness as it envelops him and he carefully breaks past the barrier that marks you as a virgin.

You cry out, tears spilling from your eyes at the intense stretch as his cock forces your tight walls to accommodate his girth. It feels like too much, he’s so big and the size difference between you makes you think that he might break you if he moves now. You can’t focus on anything other than the overwhelming pressure of being so full, and Sif’s fingers circling against your clit. “Please, it’s too much. It hurts.” You beg, a thin whine of distress following your desperate pleas.

“Oh I know, I know, little one. I can feel how tight you are, it’s like I can just barely fit.” You can hear the strain in his voice, and you realize that he’s trying to hold himself back from fucking you the way he wants to. Your mind is so frayed and spinning so rapidly that you can’t help but feel grateful to him for this small mercy despite the rational voice in the back of your mind screaming that he should have never pressured you into this to begin with. That voice is drowned out by the blood rushing in your ears and how fast your heart is beating in your chest.

Sif’s fingers continue to strum against you, and finally pleasure starts to break through the pain and your body stops clenching so tightly around Thor’s length. He takes it as his cue to start moving, and you cry out, hands flying up to grip against Sif’s thighs, needing something to hold onto to keep yourself grounded. “Stick your tongue out.” It’s a simple order from Sif, and you manage to comply between the moans that have started to escape you. With your tongue pressing out of your mouth and flattened, Sif shamelessly uses your mouth, grinding her slick sex over the pink muscle until your tongue is coated in the taste of her. “That’s it, sweet girl. Keep your tongue out just like that.” She urges, and you can hear it in her voice that she’s close again. It doesn’t take her long to cum against your tongue, her cream spreading over it as she shudders above you. The moment she’s moved off of your mouth a loud cry flies out of you, Somehow Thor’s sank even deeper inside of you and it has your knees trying to press together until Sif draws them back to leave you even more spread open for the god to use.

You sob out in pleasure, and you can hear the chuckles from the men when Hogun steps forward to take advantage of your open mouth. He pushes in, letting your saliva coat his length before he delves further and you begin to gag around him as he breaches your throat. Somehow you’re grateful for all the ale that they’ve made you drink, because you’re sure that if you were truly sober you’d be fighting more and not allowing Fandral to talk you through the moment of feeling like you were going to choke. “That’s it, breathe through your nose. Good girl, you’re doing so well.” He tells you, mouthing at your breasts and letting his teeth pluck at your nipples. It helps just barely, but there’s no feeling any less overwhelmed between Hogun’s cock in your throat, and Thor’s spearing into your cunt while Sif’s weight on your midsection keeps you pinned between the men. They all use you for their own pleasure, ignoring your whining protests around Hogun’s cock when you feel your hands being pried away from Sif’s thighs so that one hand can wrap around Fandral, and the other around Volstagg’s length.

They use your hands to stroke themselves until your body automatically follows through with the action on his own. “I knew you’d be good for us.” Thor grunts, pressing a large hand over your mound and letting his thumb stroke against your clit. It sends white hot sparks of pleasure shooting through you, a more intense sort of pressure being added into the mix and rapidly building. You want to scream but the sound is ruined and garbled around Hogun’s length as it batters your throat. Your body squeezes around Thor, and he groans loudly as he begins to thrust into you harder and work your clit faster. Your orgasm overwhelms you, and you scream again and this time the vibrations of it around Hogun’s length send him over the edge. His spend fills your mouth, and you swallow without instruction before gasping for air and crying out at the continued stimulation from Thor who is still between your thighs.

You’re almost relieved when he cums, feeling like you can breathe easier without your pleasure being used against you. You don’t even complain when he fills you, all you want is to crawl away to your chambers and clean yourself off. Instead you find your body being manipulated and repositioned until Fandral is under you, and Hogun is behind you scooping up some of Thor’s spend to use as lubrication. Your haze of alcohol doesn’t stop you from panicking when you feel the warrior’s fingers prodding at your back hole, slowly opening you up all so he can slide his drool-covered cock past the tight ring of muscles. You curse, trying to pull away only to have Hogun’s hands catch your hips and bring you back against his length with a hiss. The pressure is unfamiliar and for a moment it hurts until your body finally relaxes around him.

You think he’ll just fuck you like this and that will be the whole of it, but then you feel Fandral lining himself up with your entrance and you sob out a plea for him to wait. You don’t think you can take both of them at the same time, but he doesn’t listen and pushes in anyway. You choke out a strangled sob of pleasure and pain. You feel too full, and too stuffed, but it’s like they enjoy knowing that they can make your body take them however they want. Knowing that doesn’t help, and thinking about how much bigger and stronger they are that they can just use you like this has a fresh wave of your arousal slicking its way over Fandral’s cock.

Mouth opening to cry out again, you find it suddenly filled by Volstagg and all you can do is press a hand against his soft belly and moan around him. You’ve never felt so used or helpless in your life, and when you feel Hogun grabbing your hands to hold them behind your back you feel even more like a toy caught between the group. Even Thor and Sif are making you feel used despite not touching you at the moment, but they watch you as they fuck like you’re nothing but entertainment to them. That shouldn’t give you pleasure but it does, and somehow that’s worse because when all you start to feel is pleasure it becomes far too easy to simply give yourself over and let them rut into you with hard thrusts and rough paces.

Lust, and alcohol have beaten out shame and shyness, something you aren’t entirely sure if you’re grateful for or not but it makes this bearable and you can feel yourself enjoying the way each of their cocks saw into you in tandem. Each push of Fandral’s and Hogun’s cocks inside you jolts you forward onto Volstagg and pushes him deeper into your throat, and each thrust into your mouth from Volstagg jolts you back. It’s a volley and you’re caught in the middle, left to ride out the pleasure until you're cumming again with a muffled scream of pleasure around Volstagg. He empties into your mouth, and Hogun follows suit to fill your ass with his spend. Fandral pulls out of you, quickly moving to press himself into your open ass and gives a few pumps before he too is cumming and adding his spend to Hogun’s.

Again you think it’s over, but Thor and Sif have other plans. You’re gathered into his arms, moved so that your back is to him and then you feel him guiding you onto his length to fill your ass again. You cry out, feeling stretched more than you already are. The others were thick, but they don’t compare to Thor and you know that if it weren’t for the cum already leaking out of your fucked out hole that this wouldn’t feel nearly as good as it does. “Gods!” You cry again, feeling Sif in front of you and pushing three fingers into your cunt as she straddles your thigh.

“I think we’ll keep you, little one. No more servant duties for you,” she says, and you gasp when you feel her fingers curl against a spot inside you that you didn’t even know was there. “Just pleasure, and being ours.” She coos, moaning when Thor uses his strength to make your body rise and fall against his cock. Sif’s cunt grinds against your thigh with the movement, and her fingers drag back and forth against that sweet spot that has you seeing stars. “How does that sound, sweet girl?”

You can’t think, not like this, if you could then maybe you’d be more embarrassed by the wet squelch that’s coming from your cunt. Instead you’re nodding blindly, too caught up in this new pressure that has a coil twisting so tight inside of you that you’re sure it’ll snap any second now. “Say it, say you want to be ours.” Thor growls against your ear, and you shudder out a moan as he continues to make him ride both his cock and Sif’s fingers while she grinds against your thigh.

“I do, I want—I want to be yours!” You cry, and then the coil is snapping and you’re cumming again, gushing over Sif’s fingers as she rides your thigh to her own end, and Thor pumping his spend deep inside your ass with a roar.

You’re spent, panting and feeling heavy and light at the same time. The high settles in, and you let it take you somewhere calm and peaceful. You don’t register Sif redressing herself before lifting you off of Thor, or him taking your tattered dress from the ground to cover you before she carries you off to their shared chambers. You’re in a state of half wakefulness, but by the time you’re bathed and placed in their bed you’re fast asleep and clinging to the goddess with Thor behind you and his heavy arm slung over the pair of you.

lol surprise! thor's also in this because I like to spoil yall

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Here we are besties, we made it through March! As always please check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog, and the majority tagged, are 18+ only and most of these fics contain adult themes.

I am constantly blown away by the talent on this site, if I could give each of you a kiss I would 💕

*part of a series

Steve Rogers ✨

Shock and awe by @buckys-darling

Steve Rogers x Reader

Salvation by @wayward-blonde

dark!Steve Rogers x reader

*Champagne problems by @the-iceni-bitch

dilf!Steve Rogers x tattoo artist!fem reader

Sweet spot by @ltbarnes

Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Love can only hurt like this by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Steve Rogers x reader

Concentrated sunlight / in bloom by @whisperlullaby

Florist!Steve x Reader

Mafia dilf steve by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Dilf Steve x Bratty Reader

*It's new, it's you by @barnesafterglow

dilf!steve rogers x teacher!reader

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Summer daze by @ambrosiase

ari levinson x fat/curvy!fem!reader

This is for us by @barnesafterglow

camboy!ari levinson x fem!reader

Drown in you by @angrythingstarlight

DBF!Ari x Reader

Ruin the friendship by @jamalflanagan

Best Friend!Ari Levinson x woc!reader

Andy Barber ✨

*Guilty by @beefybuckrrito

Alpha!Andy Barber x f!reader

He knows by @andysbubba

andy barber x reader

Curtis Everett ✨

*Out of darkness by @jtargaryen18

Curtis Everett x Reader

*Wilford's demands by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Curtis Everett x reader

Ransom Drysdale ✨

Slow by @labella420

Soft Ransom Drysdale x Fem Reader!

*Kisses by @holacia2

Ransom Drysdale x reader

Ari Levinson & destroyer!Chris ✨

Bait and switch by @sweeterthanthis

Mob!Ari Levinson x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Destroyer!Chris 

Sam Wilson & Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

Make you feel good by @musingsinmoonlight

Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes x female reader

Behave by @late-to-the-party-81

Soft!dark! Steve, Bucky and Sam x Reader

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

Make it better by @dilemmaontwolegs

Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Bucky Barnes

*Time together by @tuiccim

Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

Nick Fowler ✨

Tied up in knits by @jobean12-blog

Nick Fowler x reader

Trust me by @navybrat817

Nick Fowler x female reader

Love is a bitch by @bemine-bucky

softdark!Nick Fowler x wife!reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

I never learned to read your mind by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky Barnes x reader

*Appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy

tfatws!bucky barnes x reader

Vicious by @fluffyprettykitty

ex! bucky barnes x female reader

Never let me go... by @jamalflanagan

soft dark!Bucky x woc!reader

*Beefy biker Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker Bucky x reader

*As I sleep by @sgt-seabass

TWS/CW!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Accidently on purpose by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader

You must have been a boxer by @indyluckycharlie

Modern!Bucky x Reader

*Ronly friends by @metalbuckaroo

Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

Make you mine by @bonky-n-steeb

alpha! bucky barnes x omega! reader (soulmate au)

The moments he knew by @thefallenbibliophilequote

Bucky x Reader

Moonlight by @musingsinmoonlight

Bucky Barnes x female reader

*Wrapped around me by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Let the feeling come take you by @buckycuddlebuddy

rockstar!bucky barnes x reader

Coffee by @buckys-darling

Bucky Barnes x Reader

If you'll have me by @thefallenbibliophilequote

Bucky x insecure!reader

We don't have to take our clothes off, to have a good time by @ambrosiase

bucky barnes x plus size fem!reader

Thor ✨

Thunderbolt city by @musingsinmoonlight

Thor Odinson x GN!Reader

Reflection by @musingsinmoonlight

Thor Odinson x female reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Choices by @aynanasstuff

Sam Wilson x reader

Jake Jensen ✨

Say when by @littlelioncub43

Soft dark!Jake Jensen x female!Reader

Joaquin Torres ✨

Wanna be yours by @xbuchananbarnes

Joaquin Torres x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Only you by @motioneverlasting

Lee Bodecker x Fem Sex Worker! Reader

[onsunnyside]

❝ 𝑊𝑂𝐶!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟/𝑃𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑖𝑧𝑒!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑒𝑐 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡❞

☀︎︎ 𝐒𝐎𝐋 - ◉ 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍

Honourable author mentions below! *New fics added! - #Galore Update*

Organized by person/character.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Chris Evans:

@afriendlyblackhottie - [masterlist] - black!reader fics

@crackheadgeminibby - mother’s day - black!reader

@fineanddandy - Can I Come Over? - black!reader, secret relationship

@geniedetails — The Way He Sees You - black woman!actress!reader x dark!chris evans

@pastelastronomy24 - Noted - college!chris evans x POC! plus size!reader

@punani - the fluffer (masterlist) - 70′s pornstar!chris evans x black!reader

@xxindiglow - Superstar - plus size!black reader

Steve Rogers:

@buckysbruni - dreams, piercings & other pleasures - special agent!steve rogers x black!reader

@donutloverxo - Corrupting a good boy - steve rogers x desi!reader

@fineanddandy -

Sore Loser - nomad!steve x black!superhero!reader

Waves Series - neighbours, nomad!steve x black!reader x thor

@honeydulcewrites - Guys My Age - landscaper!steve, steve rogers x black!reader

@ilovefandoms102 - Going to Bed - nomad!steve x plus size!reader

@jamalflanagan - Cap vs the Grey Sweats

@jimblejamblewriting - Falling For The Captain - black/woc!reader, alternative universe!reader, avenger!reader

Ransom Drysdale:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Powerpuff - plus size!reader

@astrohnova - Are you filming this? - latina!camgirl!reader

@strawbeariefaerie - strawberry shortcake - model!ransom drysdale × black/woc! actress!reader

Ari Levinson:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Fallen - black!reader

@fineanddandy -

[Let’s Be Roomies] [Baby Girl…] - black!reader, roommates

Pesky Neighbor - rocker!ari

@avintagekiss24 - polar - black!reader

Frank Adler:

@afriendlyblackhottie -

Crush

In Like

Tease - Car Mechanic!Frank

@avintagekiss24 - Appearances

Curtis Everett:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Safe and Sound - black!reader

Johnny Storm:

@blackmissfrizzle - Lovers and Friends - friends to lovers

"Me":

@fineanddandy - [Back Rooms] [Fifteen Minutes] - punk!Me x black!reader

Jake Wyler:

@strawbeariefaerie - button eyed. - other!jake wyler x black//woc reader, caroline crossover

Harvard Hottie (Hayden):

@evansweaters - bookends. - black!reader, college au, fluff

@strawbeariefaerie - museum melodrama - black//woc fem!reader, fluff

Bucky Barnes:

@avintagekiss24 - belated - mob au, black!reader

@wkemeup - The Bad Days - plus size!reader

Crossovers:

@avintagekiss24 -

[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals, steve rogers x black!reader ; minor pairings: andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader

@saint-bvcky - to have & to hold - andy barber x bi!woc!reader, ransom x bi!woc!reader

@strawbeariefaerie - As if! - dad's best friend!ari levinson x reader, ft. boyfriend!jake wyler × [black//woc]fem!reader

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

ও Honourable Author Mentions:

For WOC!Reader and plus size!reader fics — I recommend checking out these authors:

@afriendlyblackhottie - masterlist

@avintagekiss24 - masterlist

@strawbeariefaerie - masterlist

@honeydulcewrites - masterlist

@jimblejamblewriting - masterlist

@punani - masterlist

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Say Okay // Thor x Reader (Roommate AU) P1

Pairing: Thor x WOC Reader Word Count: 1.4k+ Warning: No powers, smut, langauge, feelios. We all know what you’re here for :D

Summary: It’s been so long since someone’s made you feel wanted, cherished and loved. It’s been even longer since you’ve gotten lucky! What happens when you discover your roommate a wants to give you all of the above?

Inspiration: “Say Okay” – Vanessa Hudgens

“When you call, I don’t know, If I should pick up the phone, every time… I’m not like all my friends who keep calling up the boys, I’m so shy But I don’t wanna be into you, If you don’t treat me the right way. See I can only start seeing you If you can make my heart feel safe...”

How many years has it been since you felt the touch of a lover?

Fuck if you knew. You were content with your toys and fanfic, you told yourself. (That’s a lie, but we’re not talking about that right now). You’re not one of those people who needs to be in a relationship to feel happy. You were completely happy by yourself! (This is only half a lie, that counts, right?)

Of course, it certainly doesn’t help that you have a blonde god for a roommate, and he is no stranger to hot people sharing his bed. Human or not, Thor is just not of this world. It’s obvious at this point the universe is mocking just how empty it is on the other side of your bed.

Groaning, you stuffed your face into a pillow and tried very hard not to replay the sounds of the intense sex going on at the end of the hall. No, you’re not jealous at all, you told yourself. You totally didn’t mind hearing the couple he brought home moaning in ecstasy for the last 4 hours. (This is absolutely another lie).

How much stamina does Thor have anyway?? How is a marathon for 4 hours actually possible???? Did they stop for drinks?? Shaking the nearly endless stream of thoughts from your head, you chastised yourself for being so nosy. Thor’s a grown man, he’s welcome to fuck who he likes. (And he does, frequently and several times a night…). Gods, you really need to get laid.

“That’s it! No more feeling sorry for yourself [Y/N],” you proclaimed, “We are going out with the girls tonight and we are getting fucked!”

A loud snort followed by a crash and a yelp sounded on the other side of your bedroom door. Blood suddenly drained from your face as you realized your apartment had been suspiciously quiet for the last few minutes. Oh no. He didn’t hear that…did he?

Racing to the door, your heart thundered as you swung it open to reveal a still shirtless Norse man blushing visibly. Oh, fuck. A broken vase was littered around his bare feet, clearly knocked from the table; he grinned at you sheepishly. Can the ground open and just swallow you whole, right now? That’s not too much to ask for, is it?

“I’ll clean it up?” he said, still looking as embarrassed as you. Taking a deep breath, you decided you’re both adults, there’s no reason this needs to be awkward. (Too late). There’s only one of the most attractive people standing shirtless and barefoot in front of—BAREFOOT!

“Don’t move!” you shouted, startling you both, “there’s broken pieces everywhere and you’re not wearing any shoes!" Thor glanced down and you swore his ears turned an even brighter shade of red. Slipping on your sneakers, you carefully tip toed around what was left of the ceramic vase and worked really hard not to look your roommate in the eye. Once you were clear of the debris, you dashed quickly to the kitchen, snagged the broom, his shoes, and headed back to the hallway. Thor just watched you with an amused expression when you walked towards him with outstretched arms.

“Chop chop, motherfucker,” you smirked, “it ain’t gonna clean itself.” He snorts again and takes the broom and shoes from you. After putting his shoes on, he begins to sweep up the debris. How is it possible that he even looks beautiful doing menial chores? You’re definitely not frumpy by any means but he is just unfairly gorgeous, and you still have no idea how he agreed to be your roommate.

“Having some trouble getting fucked, are you?” he asked. This is one of those times where you’re so glad to be blessed with dark coppery skin; no one can see you blush. You wouldn’t be bested by him, especially not tonight!

“I’ll have you know, I do perfectly fine, thank you. I’m just highly selective, that’s all,” you said with your chin held high. He narrowed his gaze at your bluff and decided to call it anyway.

“Really? Why is it we’ve been roommates for almost two years and I’ve never seen anyone in your bed that wasn’t Hilde, Gamora, or Clintasha?” Your eyes widened slightly at his observations. Damn, he didn’t miss a thing, did he?

“Highly. Selective.”

“Right, and I’m Sif.”

“Highly. Selective. That’s all!” Thor shook his head at you and continued cleaning up. When his back was turned, you snuck into your bedroom and closed the door softly behind you. Now, back to your mission.

“I’m surprised you wanted to come out tonight, [Y/n]” Natasha said as she sipped her drink, “you don’t normally do this kind of thing.” There were three of you seated at at VIP table in a club that was simply called “Dongs”. Yes it was exactly that kind of club and yes you cringed every time you thought of where you were.

“I’m tired of having an empty bed,” you said simply. Natasha and Gamora nodded in understanding and gestured around the bar.

“Take your pick, I’m sure anyone of these people would be happy to warm your bed for the night.” Natasha was right. Ever since the two you set foot into the club you’d been getting sultry looks from the crowd. It made you feel good. It made you feel sexy.

“Wanna dance?” came a deep, velvety voice. You turned your head to find an exquisitely beautiful dark- skinned man with a smile as bright as the sun and thick locs that fell past his broad shoulders. Meeting his smile, you took his hand and allowed him to lead you to the dance floor. Glancing back at the girls they raised their glasses in approval and grinned wickedly. The gorgeous man pulled you close and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Heimdall,” he said. You didn’t know a name could sound so sexy falling from someone’s lips.

“[Y/n],” you responded, matching his energy. A chuckle rumbled through his chest and you shivered. The anticipation of his hands roaming your body sent goosebumps down your spine. The music changed to a slow song and Heimdall placed his hands respectfully on your hips, moving his in time with yours.

“Seems like I asked you to dance at the right time.”

“I think anytime dancing with you is the right time,” you replied. He chuckled again and pulled you flush against his body. You wrapped your arms around his neck and swayed to the beat.

You didn’t know where this sudden confidence came from, but you couldn’t help it. The way his amber eyes looked at you made you feel oh so desired. You weren’t doing much more than swaying your hips together to the rhythm of the song but the heat in gaze made you burn. The scent of his cologne was making your head spin. You bit your lip and briefly wondered would it be like to kiss him. Little did you know, he was wondering the same thing.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against your cheek. The sweetness behind the gentle gesture made you melt. Where has this man been your entire life?  

“Is this okay?” he asked, the question reflecting in his eyes. You nodded eagerly, with a wide smile plastered on your face. He grinned back at you. Feeling bold, you stood on your tip toes and brushed a kiss to his full lips. He grunted in surprise.

“Is that okay?” you asked back. Instead of answering you verbally, he dipped his head and kissed you again, deeply. The feel of his mouth moving against yours was heaven. It had been so long since anyone kissed you like this that you couldn’t help but feel a little rusty. A trickle of insecurity set in and you pulled away.

“Too fast?” he questioned; his brow furrowed in worry. You shook your head and bit your lip nervously.

“It’s been a while,” you replied, ``I don’t normally do this.”

“That’s okay,” he soothed, rubbing his warm hands up and down your arms, “we can just dance if you want.” And so you danced.

Turns out, Heimdall was quite the dancer. He shuffled, two stepped, and lifted you like you weighed nothing. It was the most fun you’d had in quite a while! Three hours later and you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were greeted with a surprise!

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Rattled Keys and An Unexpected Guest  - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis 

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Part 1: Team Building Exercise of Sorts

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Singing in the “Rain” 

Of Needle Work

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Loud and Angry -  Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis 

Articulation, Detailed Facts, Wit Even. -  Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis 

Not Who We’re Looking For:  Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis, Steve Rogers x OC 

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I Can’t Give You Anything But Love, Baby -  Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis 

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Don’t Make Me Choose - Bucky Barnes x Reader, Clint Barton x Natasha Romanov

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They Are. Aren’t They? - Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis

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Returning Home - Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Darcy Lewis 

Leave it to Bucky - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis

What We’re Here For - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis 

As Mad As A Cow - Steve Rogers x Darcy Lewis

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Praying to the god of mischief Master List - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

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Moments with Mischief - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Of Milk and Honey

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If You Can’t go to the Salon, Bring the Salon to You. - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Teensy Tiny Thor - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

All that Glitters is… Green - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Some People Just Want it All - Loki Laufeyson x Reader, Loki Laufeyson x Reader x ??? 

By The Book - Loki Laufeyson x Reader   British Breakfast Tea - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Back Alley Looser - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Caught Between Justice and Mischief - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Long Week for Everyone - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

A Quick Reconnaissance and Retrieval Thing - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

‘Legend Says’ or ‘Supper for Two’ - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

What Happens at Tony’s Parties.. - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

First of Many - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Teary Tired Thor - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Girl and the Dreki - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Dream Bakery - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Double the Trouble - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

Breaking Free - Loki Laufeyson x Yen (OFCoC) 

Wind Baths - Loki x Reader 

Illusions of the God of Mischief - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

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On A Tuesday Afternoon - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

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Your Crystal Ball Ain’t so Crystal Clear - Loki Laufeyson x Reader 

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A Twist of Magic - Loki Laufeyson x Reader

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And the Living Is Easy - Tony Stark x Reader 

Love at First Touch - Tony Stark x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

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Secret to Fascinate - Chase Collins x Reader 

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Everything you write is gold, Synth

(I would eat every bit of this up if you drew this out in multiple parts)

“I wish you would write a fic” where Mafia!Thor finds this person.

Literally any plot I just love your reading !

Cold Sweat

Mob Boss Thor x Mob Boss Female Reader

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, heavy canon violence, arranged marriage.

Summary | A rival mob boss finds out your secrets and offers you a way out.

In the span of an hour, your world had upended into chaos.

Your right hand murdered by your rival in a battle of gunfire, an alliance broken by a single secret that threatened your rein on your business.

You almost felt sorry for the poor bastard, his body riddled with bullets before you side stepped the blood that pooled on the ground. These were designer pumps and you wouldn’t sully them with his blood. His treachery was enough to make you want to take aim at a few of the bystanders who were watching your every move, your stoic expression belying your anger that surges through you when you lift your head.

“Do we notify next of kin?” the police officer asks you.

“I’ll do it,” you reply. “No need to make it worse.”

His wife will be devastated, no doubt. She warned him about the business and the association. In the end, it wasn’t the association that got him killed. It was his telling of your family secrets, giving away your plans that left him vulnerable.

He truly thought you didn’t know about his plans to take over. Many had tried before and failed. He would fall in line like all the rest. Your father had taught you well, his only child, a daughter that was his pride and joy. Your father was ruthless, they would say, vicious and violent.

You’d outdone him and then some.

But this was done out in the open. In front of witnesses so that there would be dialogue of whether you were strong enough to exact your revenge.

An open invitation for you to pay a visit to the one who pulled the trigger.

“Take care of it,” you tell your second in command. “All of it.”

All of it means the funeral, the payoff and your name out of the papers. Give him some dignity even if he didn’t do the same for you.

When you head back inside the car, you’re aware of your next destination, smoothing your hand over your diamond encrusted watch to check the time.

“Odinson’s,” you direct, settling back into your seat, scrolling through your phone to get plans in motion.

The pause makes you snap your eyes up to the rearview.

“I, uh, wanted to make sure I heard you correctly,” the chauffeur swallows. “Odinson’s?”

“Yes,” you affirm evenly. “I want to get this over with.”

When the car pulls away from the curb, the two black SUVs follow as back up, the crime scene fading into the background.

-

At the first sight of you, a bodyguard smirks.

“Didn’t think we’d see you so soon.”

You shrug, adjusting your blazer.

“Is he here?”

“You know he is.”

You nod, not willing to give him the satisfaction of having you ask for him. They know why you’re here. It was all over the news until coverage was pulled, thanks to the power of your father’s friends who owe you favors.

“He spilled blood. I’m not asking for him to come out, I’m telling you.”

“Or else what?”

It’s swift when you pull your gun from your purse, aiming randomly before you fire, the bullet hitting one of his men in the arm as he crumples to the ground.

“Then I keep picking your men off until he’s standing here in front of me.”

He knows the men behind you are armed to the teeth and he sneers for a moment, motioning to his men to pick up the man off the floor as he goes inside.

Within minutes, he returns, opening the door wider.

“He says just you,” the man orders. “They stay outside.”

You can hear their protests before you put your hand up for silence. This isn’t about whether or not you’re safe. You can hold your own.

Once inside, you keep your gun at your side, settling your purse over your shoulder as you hear your name being called. Turning to the left, Thor Odinson waits for you, his large frame blocking the view of his desk as he pours you a drink.

“Here I was, thinking it would take you a day or so to gather your wits about you,” Thor begins, handing you the glass. “It took less than two hours.”

“I’m punctual,” you answer, taking a sip without breaking eye contact. “And you have some explaining to do.”

He lets out a dark laugh, downing his glass in one fluid motion, tattoos etched on his knuckles with various symbols. He smiles at your comment, amused in his own way as he tilts his head to the side.

“So do you.”

“What was the point in killing him? Unsure that he would shop my secrets around?” you ask, watching him lean against his desk.

“I did it for you.”

“You killed one of my men for my honor? After getting every single secret from him? Is this some sort of fucked up insurance policy?”

“You can call it that, if you wish,” Thor hums, nodding to your glass. “Drink up.”

You hold the glass in your hand, Thor spying the gun still in your hand.

“I have a proposition for you. I know everything about your holdings, your territories and the list of people you’re planning to make disappear. If that was public knowledge, I’d imagine it would ruin you.”

You take another sip, waiting for his offer.

“I could take it all, you know. Your empire would be one of for the history books. But I like you,” Thor continues, his gaze all consuming. “A merger. Your assets and mine, together. We’d own the entire state and then some.”

“What’s the catch?”

He smiles at your question.

“You’re smart.”

You raise an eyebrow at his comment.

“You call it a catch, I call it necessary.”

“And what is that?”

“Marriage. You marry me and I offer you my protection. You’ll need it if this ever got out. I’d hate to see what would happen to you.”

You down the last of your drink.

“Fine,” you answer, watching his eyes narrow at your affirmation. “When’s the wedding?”

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie Reading List Week 165 & 166

Welcome to Weeks 165 & 166

A/N: Thank you again to those who gave me recommendations for fanfics. 💜 This week had me reading 50 fics. Absolutely amazing stuff here.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

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Andy Oneshot - @navybrat817

Bucky Oneshot - @angrythingstarlight

The Best Thing to Ever Happen - (Lee x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers

Drabble Breeding kink - @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

WOUNDED - (Bucky x Reader) - @likeahorribledream

Ride the Lightning - (Thor x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art

Andy Oneshot - @syntheticavenger

Clairvoyance Avengers Fiction Part 6! - @talia-rumlow

Clairvoyance Avengers Fiction Part 7! - @/talia-rumlow

A Solid Foundation - (Bucky x Reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Happy Beans - (Bucky x Reader) - @rookthorne

a fair punishment - (Steve x Reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Bucky Oneshot - @writerlyhabits

sex and sage flowers - (Bucky x Reader) - @bucky-bucket-barnes

Bucky x G/N Reader Oneshot - @fluffyprettykitty

petrichor - (Bucky x Reader) - @thornsnvultures

distracted - (Bucky x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes

Last First Kiss - (Bucky x WOC!Reader) - @jadedvibes

Try Me - (Lloyd x Reader) - @labella420

Yellow Slide - (Bucky × reader with neurodivergent) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Collared part 19 - @spnexploration

Collared part 20 - @/spnexploration

3 Billion Divorce - Part 6 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 7 - (Curtis x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Hands off - Part 6 - (Stucky x Reader) - @darsynia

But The Flesh Is Always Weak - (Andy x Reader) - @cockslutpadalecki

Promises Part ⅓ - (Bucky x Reader) - @preciousbarnes

Special Girl - (Stucky) - @/rookthorne

Neighborhood watch - (Stucky x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Bucky Headcanon - @writerlyhabits

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Cheesy Romance - (Loki x Reader) - @theimaginesyouneveraskedfor

FASHION SHOW - (Steve x Reader) - @inlovewiththefictionalcharacters

My Skin On Yours - (Nick x Reader) - @flordeamatista

And baby makes three - (Lee x Reader) - @boxofbonesfic

A splash of courage - (Bucky x Reader) - @biteofcherry

Ready or Not - (Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Beard burn - (Steve x Reader) - @donutloverxo

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Your Friend, Yenzy (2/?) - (Jake x Reader) - @/drabblewithfrannybarnes

Sanction - (Lloyd x Reader) - @/labella420

Crossing the line - (Bucky x Reader) - @nicoline1998enilocin

His Inheritance - Part 23 - (Steve x Reader) - @jtargaryen18

Incandescent - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @navybrat817

Stuffed animals - @nekoannie-chan

know how to share - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @witchywithwhiskey

Say My Name - (Bucky x Reader) - @jadedvibes

Better Than Before - (Bucky x Reader) - @angrythingstarlight

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Her

Chapter two: crimson

UD- 24th June 2021

Big Thank yo to my translator, @primavera-allegoria​ this story wouldn’t be completed or written if it wasn’t for you. So thank you.

Summary: AU series were Bucky is safe and sound after AOU, (Y/N) (L/N) is a troubled woman with a haunting past, and its coming back to enslave her. But she doesn’t care, her interest is in a certain Captain America lead to a night that set off a series of unfortunate twists and turns. Can she come out on the other side, with her past a secret and a family to come home to. Or will she burn and take everyone down with her.

Warning!! this chapter contains scenes some may find upsetting and disturbing read at your own risk.

Word Count- 4K+

If you have any question please ask, reviews are welcome let me know what I can approve on and what you like.

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The rebuilding of stark Tower 2012

“You know Tony, I would love to find an apartment in New York, but I can’t leave a child by itself for more than an hour, legally” (E/C) eyes cast downwards at the plans of the new compound, (Y/N) refused to wipe the smirk off her face as she heard the dramatic intake of breath behind her.

“Are you calling me a child.” She could picture the look of disdain on his face, his mouth wide open in mock shock and hand on his Arc Reactor. (H/C) textured hair bounced around her shoulders as she shook her head in disbelief. She walked over to the large window that overlooked the rubble that once was New York.

Heaving a sigh, she wrapped her arms around her torso and clenched tightly, her eyes became glassy as she withheld the tears threatening to come down her face. Her mind was running too fast for her to keep up with, the thought of what she could have done circled her head in a taunting manner. ‘I could’ve saved people, children.’ The guilt was evident in her eyes but not on her face, no she hid that well.

“You knew it had to be done,” obviously not too well, “there would’ve been more damaged with you and Banner out there, chaos. And we can really only just about control Banner. I did it to keep you safe.” The remorse was clear on his tongue she just refused to listen.

“So, knocking me out with that heavy duty sedative was your best option? I felt like a piece of shit when you did that with no explanation Tony! And to mention the fact that you left me in my room without so much of a note, do you have any idea how scary it was to wake up to you falling out the fucking hole in the sky!” her face was contorted into a painful twist as she grew closer and closer to Tony, her index finger jutted out and repeatedly jab his arc reactor. The strength behind it surprised him and led to him placing his hand onto her shoulders in an attempt to calm her down.

The veins in her body started to hum a soft crimson, her eyes filled with tears as she gasped for air. She could feel her body starting to change, the heat building up begging to be released was a sign she needed to breathe.

“You and I both know that the consequence would’ve been too much for everyone to face given our current situation.” His voice was soft as if he were talking to a wounded animal; he caressed her elbow and brought her head to lay on his chest. The soft humming of his reactor brought comfort to her. (Y/N) thought back to the moment she locked eyes upon the figure of a falling Iron Man, she couldn’t put into words the emotions that coursed through her body as she watched him fall. The scream that left her mouth shook the whole room, yet it was unheard with all the chaos flying around the city.

“I know, I am just pissed off that’s all. You promised not to do that again,” her voice was petite, the vulnerability flowing off her in waves.

She pulled her head away from his chest and looked up at him, a smirk slowly making its way to her face; “And fuck you for not taking me to get some Shawarma.” She pulled herself away from him and punched him in the arm playfully. She laughed as she watches his mouth form an ‘O’ as he rubbed the pain away.

“That looked like it hurt Tony,” (Y/N) whipped her head around at the new voice and immediately relaxed once she saw it was Pepper, the strawberry blonde gave the other lady a hug on her way to Tony. They exchanged a few words before Pepper came back to (Y/N).

“I’m going back to Malibu for a few weeks, wanted to know if you wanted to come?” The woman held a look in her eyes that (Y/N) had seen before; pity, the fact that Pepper was the one to find (Y/N) in her room with the window smashed, the furniture broken and all over the place with her sat, stark naked in the middle of it all. Pepper saw the struggle clear on (Y/N)’s face when she stepped into the room. The pain. The horror. The ongoing battle within her as she tried to claw her way out of the disorientated state, she was in.

“I don’t know, I still have to do clean up here- “

“Don’t worry about it I’ve got it, go you deserve it Foss,” (Y/N) winced at the nickname and walked out the office. The two adults watched the head of (H/C) curls disappear into the mass of construction and working bodies.

“JARVIS pull up surveillance please, from her room.” Pepper’s voice was filled with an emotion that Tony couldn’t place. It didn’t matter the moment the wall in front of them filled up with an image of (Y/N)’s form sleeping in the bed.

His face showed the confusion on his face as he looked at the surveillance footage- “why am I watching (Y/N) sleep Pep?”- his eyebrows screwed together as he looked from her freckle covered face to the video.

“Just watch.” Her voice held authority that Stark did not question.

The tape speed forward for a moment, the images past quickly from her getting up and looking around the room in confusion, to her trying to open the door, to then turning around and seeing the Chitauri flying around outside her large window. She tries the door handle one last time before slowly walking to the window. Hands on it as she surveys the scene unravelling in front of her.

“Pepper?” Tony’s voice is full of question as he watches the tape pick up speed again to the moment (Y/N) catches him falling out of the sky. The veins in her body starts to pulse a deep crimson as she slams her fist against the window in anguish.

It happens to quickly that Tony orders Jarvis to rewind and slow down the tape. Pepper takes a seat on the raised platform surrounding them and places her head in her hands.

But he doesn’t notice; he’s got his eyes focused on the image of (Y/N) hunched over in pain as her body starts to become overwhelmed in light as she screams in fear, the room starts to shake. A crack forms on the window, then one crack turns into five and then five turn into hundreds of spider webs turning the triple-glazed-Tony-Stark proof window into shards that fly across the room and fall onto the people outside. The clothes burn off as her body becomes too hot, all the pent-up energy finally being released. Crimson ribbons start to flutter around her body creating a circle that envelopes her trembling body as she hunched over in pain, the furniture in the room starts to shake as it lifted off the ground and hovers in the air.

All of a sudden, the ribbons that were once dancing around her erupted outwards as her upper body was flung upwards and a silent scream left her body. Everything broke; the bed, the table, the desk, and the walls dented.

She falls to the floor quickly, her head bounces from the immediate impact. The tape fast forwards again, and throughout her body doesn’t stop glowing, humming softly as it heals itself of self-inflicted injuries. The tapes stops suddenly to (Y/N) waking up; she arches of the ground and whips her head back and forth trying to grasp onto the perplexing situation at hand. But the confusion plastered on her face is clear as glass. A shard of bright light appears in the corner of the video before slowly becoming wider, drowning the dark and bleak room in artificial light.

(Y/N)’s face turns slowly to the figure in the doorway, a series of emotions flash across her face as she tries to understand everything, anything at all.

“Tony?” The plead fell on death ears as the 176 second clip was rewound and replayed over and over again; the already clenched jaw became slack before tensing again. His forehead creased in anguish as the image of the vulnerable woman stained is mind.

“Tony?” He exhaled violently through his nostrils before hanging is head low, he screwed his eyes shut and counted to ten in his head.

‘You fucked up’

‘Again’

“I…I promised her, I’d protect her and let nothing happen to her again Pep. I promised.” His voice meagre as he inhaled deeply trying to ignore the quaking of his lungs. He looked up at the paused video, millions of thoughts swarming his already distressed head. Taking a step back he cleared his throat.

“Jarvis.”

“Yes Sir?”

“Delete the footage, erase it.”

“Permanently sir?”

“Yes”

“And what of the Bedroom Sir?”

“What bedroom Jarvis?”

“Of course, sir.”

He looked to his left at the strawberry blonde, sat calmly watching his body, waiting for it to crumple. She was reading him like always but this time she couldn’t quite understand the writing on the pages, it kept shifting from one thing to another.

“We don’t speak of this Pepper, she doesn’t remember the surge, she just remembers waking up and seeing me fall, and that is as good as it gets,” his voice was low, a whisper of a whisper. His dark brown eyes met her blue in a silent agreement.

An agreement to protect what could destroy everything. And nothing at the same time.

“Jarvis?” He raised his eyebrows at nothing waiting patiently for the response.

“You were never here sir.”

With a nod he turned and left, never looking back as he marched to find something to preoccupy his mind from combustion.

Silence met Pepper’s ears for a few minutes before the silence was filled with a small sniffle, wiping her hand underneath her nose she looked up to the ceiling blinking a few times to calm herself. She needs to control herself for her sake. Before she screams.

Nodding to no one she gets up.

Smooths out her skirt.

And leaves.

March 14th, 2015

Medical bay, New Avengers Compound, Upstate New York.

“We had to heavily sedate her so there would be no chance of a surge of any kind like you suggested Tony, her body is damaged though. He put some kind of poison in her system that is unnatural.”

His heart stuttered as he listened to the Doctor speak, ‘unnatural, what does she mean?’.

“I tested it and I couldn’t find any kind of natural compound in the substance I extracted from her blood, I don’t think it was her body trying to decompose it if that is what you’re thinking because whatever they put in her, it’s. I’m so sorry Tony,”

His heart became erratic the sound became claustrophobic, ‘what does she mean she’s sorry?’.

“It’s aim was to halt her reaction, the deadly kind so they could do something, but it did more than that Tony, it’s made her weak. She’s broken and I don’t know how to fix her.”

His heart burst, the pain was so great it became numb, it was so great he saw black spots as his vision swam, it was so great he forgot that the team was down the hall.

It was so great that he screamed.

His heart and lungs felt heavy as he forced in air to stop him from falling, he looked up at Cho and grabbed her by the shoulders, he looked into her fear painted eyes and begged, pleaded with her to stop lying.

“Tony, there is nothing I can do, it’s all up to her biology now. My machines can’t fix her, they’d kill her or make it worse. I’m sorry.” She placed a consoling hand on his cheek, a mockery to him as the apology felt empty, scares of emotion.

His eye landed on the shell of a human, his (Y/N) laid there motionless, mindless, and uncomfortably beautiful. Her dark complexion paling and lifeless.

His stomach felt twisted as he dragged in a broken breath, it settled uncomfortably within him as he continued to stare at the woman he has known since 23, he could remember the way the dimly lit dinner made her eyes shine so brightly with pain. He felt at peace for a moment when he saw the conflict flitter across her face as he drunkenly plonked down opposite her in the sticky leather booth.

They related to each other on so many levels without a word spoken, the loss and torment they both endured was what helped them come together. But their undying love and friendship was what kept them together.

The beeping became unbearable, it mocked him with the intensity of it obnoxiously loud beep. He gritted his teeth and looked down at the monitor, it looked clean and untouched, beautifully innocent for a machine.

Unlike her, lying in that bed covered in swells, darkened colours and bumps, a majestic art-piece for the psychopaths of the world.

The rhythm of the beeping was fast, it sounded like the machine was running out of breath to keep up with her heart rate. He spent years trying to keep up with her, yet this was the closet he’d been to see her so…peaceful.

“Heal for me,” he gasped out as the tears finally dripped down his face. Placing a delicate kiss on her forehead he turned and walked out the room – if he started any longer at her he would do something; he didn’t know what yet, but it wouldn’t be good.

His footsteps echoed viscously in the hallway as he marched down towards the group of heroes sat in the living room; waiting, begging, pleading that she would be okay. They better pray some more.

Natasha was the first to see Tony enter the room, she kept quiet and just watched him, standing there- catatonic. Her eyes followed the figure as it went towards the island that separated the living room from the kitchen. Those eyes were swimming in tears as they watched Tony hunch over the island, his shoulders wide and stiff as he started hard at the marble countertop.

“Tony?” Eyes snapped to the red head that asked the question, then followed her line of sight to the billionaire that looked too quiet. No one moved as the man in question looked up to meet the questioning gaze of his teammate. No one moved as he turned his back towards everyone.

But everyone flinched when the figure lurched forward and grabbed the flowerpot off the stand and throw it across the room, next were the plates and decorations on the island, they flew across the room and landed in a million pieces.

Chairs, books, spoons, and pots danced in the air and crashed onto the floor.

It went on for minutes, the display of vulnerability became too much for Tony as he stopped and looked at the mess he made, back facing the team, he looked down the corridor he came from minutes ago. It was littered with piece of broken porcelain and china.

His face remained stoic as an image of (Y/N) appeared in front of him, broken and shattered in a million pieces, too many for him to put back together.

He couldn’t fix her. No one could.

He turned to the team, “I want background on the man that did this, everything. I want no place let untouched you hear me?” the silence answered his question. He looked at his team- “Where the fuck is Rogers?”

Bucky looked at Sam and then at Natasha. They exchanged a conversation that Tony was too tired to pick up on.

“He left with K-” Nat shot the solider a look before standing up and placing a hand on Tony’s shoulder.

“He left with her, before any of this went down. He doesn’t know.” Her perfectly arched eyebrows came together as she observed the conflict smothering Tony’s face.

With a nod the billionaire rubbed Natasha’s hand and walked away to his room not uttering another word.

But everyone felt the pressure he left behind, the severity of the situation weighed heavily on their shoulders as they all, one by one, slowly got up and put their plan into action.

But their eyes were all focused on the corridor Tony had come from, because at the end of it lay their friend and teammate fighting for her life.

March 15th 13:41pm, Downtown New York

 Steve Rogers is a man of many things, loyalty and honesty is just some of them. But ever since he woke up in a different century his views have changed, not drastically but the influence of a few certain men and women can do a lot to a man.

But it wasn’t just those people that caused his views to change slightly, it was the way the world changed, the way the people changed and their views on the world. How women walked around covered in tattoos and piercing, some women walking around in barley anything.

How men no longer seemed to show women respect, grabbing them when they see fit, how the world had forgotten about all the lives lost during the war.

All his friends.

Within the first month of him awakening from the ice he had hopes that some of his past was able to hold out, anything and within minutes of that thought crossing his mind reality slapped him hard in his perfect face. Everything he knew was either changed or gone and that was that, no bullshit. And he was kind of glad about that, he knew he had to figure out what to do and he need that distraction, any distraction would be welcomed with opened arms.

After the attack of New York, he made it a priority to learn about what he missed and gain new skills, cooking being one of them. And he did, he prided himself on that, all the new skills he learnt being able to use the tablets and phone that are interactive and portable, learning that things taste so much better when there not boiled. And that he really, really feels out of place.

Although Stark offered to house him in his tower after the attack of New York, he declined. He found comfort in the separation between work and, and he didn’t really have a life outside of being Captain America. He didn’t have anything because everything in that apartment was already there when he moved in, including the food.

He worked his frustration out in the gym not far from where he lived. The same place Nick Fury asked for his helped, where he found his purpose again. But he still felt empty. So, he did what any sane person would do.

He talked to Natasha.

Now Steve Rogers is a man of simple things, he finds happiness in other people’s happiness, find love in the fact that the world is safe from the biggest threat from his time.

“You need to get laid Rogers. Simple.”

What does a man like Steve Rogers say to that, he wasn’t exactly what you would call experienced or a natural in that area of ‘expertise’, Hell he’s never seen a woman naked before let alone touch a woman with that intent. But the more Natasha explained it the more it made sense to him, the feeling of not knowing what he needs, feeling empty.

So, he tried it.

A lot.

Steve Rogers is a man of many things, honesty, sexual prowess, and loyalty are just a some of those things that have made him the man he is today, the very same man who is waking up in a bed coated in the scent of apples and cinnamon and a sprinkling of sweat covering his back.  

“Turn it off,” the scent was intoxicating, so homely and warm. It reminded him of his mother’s apple pie. The way she sang as she made one once they got home from church, the love that went into a single slice made his heart grow with warmth. The scent was accompanied by the beeping that was increasingly getting louder and quicker not to mention slightly irritating.

“Turn it off,” a hand slapped him haphazardly on the shoulder as he cracked open an eye to look at the flashing red numbers that read 13:42. The numbers kept flashing in a sequence, they mean nothing to him just random flashing numbers. He wondered if he kept staring at them then maybe they’d start to say something to him.

Suddenly a hand came slithering past his head to push a button on top of the cubed alarm-clock. Bright red nail-polish was decorating the long nails perfectly, the manicured hands attached to the slender arm wrapped around his shoulders and a hot kiss was placed on his left shoulder.

He lost himself in the tingle that covered his back; the goosebumps that enveloped him in a warm embrace, he was happy this morning in his own little world. The nails gently ran down his abdomen and danced around his belly button. The chills sent a smile to his face.

Turning around his eyes swept across the face of the woman that lay beside him with her leg draped carelessly over his hip. The storm in her eyes became more apparent as the sun draped its warm caresses over their laying figures. The (E/C) was like liquid heaven, whispering to him to come take a swim.

“You want pancakes or something else?” Emerald green. Her eyes were emerald green not (E/C).

‘What are you doing?’

“Steve? Are you awake in there?” his eye flickered up to meet hers; a smile was plastered over her face, her lips looked dry from the amount of alcohol she consumed last night. She giggled and rolled over, so she was sat on the edge of the bed, stretching she reached forward to grab his shirt that was hanging off the edge of the bedside table. Slipping it on she pranced out of the door and disappeared.

“Fuck.”

Sitting up he looked over the bedroom that was covered in personal effects including the lace violent panties she wore last night. The room smelled of sex and a fruity perfume that hurt his head, last night it made his head flutter but right now it burnt his nostrils with how pungent it was. He grabbed his boxers lying next to his feet and pulled them on before walking out of the bedroom and into the open-planned living, kitchen area.

His eyes were drawn to the blue fabric swishing back and forth on the small figure at the island, her hair was up in a messy bun, strands sticking out everywhere as she bopped her head back and forth. Flour was smudge on her thigh and on the back of her neck; she looked over her shoulder at the sound of him sitting down at the island. He smiled back and just watched her. He felt calm this morning, he didn’t know what it was, but he felt oddly calm.

 “You want a smoothie with it as well baby?” He just hummed, too busy watching his hands fiddle with the small Vibranium bracelet that always adorned his wrist. It was given to him on Christmas three years ago when the team did secret Santa, it took a small amount of explaining for him to understand what it was.

It was a small navy-blue plush box wearing a black ribbon tie, the letter just said ‘I noticed the ones you buy keep breaking, this unbreakable like my bond with you x’ he had a hunch about who it was from and the look of surprise on (Y/N)’s face told him, it had been on his left wrist ever since.

His thumb and forefinger rubbed the links subconsciously as he thought about (Y/N)’s words last night, how the emotion on her face looked raw and deep, he was perplexed by her to say the least. He knew about her, but he didn’t know her, and god did he want to. It seemed that she kept him at an arms distance compared to everyone else, at first, he thought it was Tony’s influence but then he saw that she had Stark wrapped around her finger. He then concluded that it was him, he was the reason she didn’t trust Steven Grant Rogers.

She trusted Captain America, when they were both on the field, she trusted him. But the moment he put the persona away and the shield down, she was back to keeping him at a distance.

“Your phones ringing.” He looked up at the sound of her voice and watched as she pointed to his phone charging on the coffee table on the side of the couch.

He numbly walked over and unplugged the phone but was a second too late to accept the call. She never called him, she never really said anything to him outside of work except a goodbye and a hello. His mind was racing as he selected redial and placed his phone to his ear as he turned around and walked back over to the island.

“It was Buck,” his husky voice drifted through the air, he nodded his head as the red smoothie was placed in front of him. Placing a kiss on the top her head he muttered a thank you as she walked past heading to sit down to eat her food.

“Thank fuck Rogers, I’ve been trying to call you all night.” He scoffed at the tone he was greeted with.

“Good morning to you to sunshine, I was a bit busy last night punk.” He smiled over his glass as he heard the clattering of a fork behind him.

“I need you in here right now Steve.” He chugged down the rest of his smoothie and sucked in a breath. He booked the weekend off, if it was an emergency, they knew the protocol.

“I’m off all weekend punk, you know this. If this is about the unfinished paperwork hand it to (Y/N), she knows the detail, she can finish them for me.” He heard silence on the other end of the phone, he called out Bucky’s name thinking the line went dead but him clearing his throat told him that he was silent for another reason.

“She can’t do that right now Steve, she’s down. Someone got to her.”

The thick glass in his hands shattered, breaking into tiny shards. Cutting his hands and his heart.

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A new month means a new fic rec list ✨ I am constantly blown away by the talent on this site, if I could give each of you a kiss I would 💕 as always please check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog, and the majority tagged, are 18+ only and most of these fics contain adult themes.

Once again the talent of these people is awe inspiring and I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did! And remember to reblog and give them some love ✨

*part of a series

Bucky Barnes ✨

The forever collection by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Bucky Barnes x female reader

*Born in flames by @vibraniumcollar

Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Pleasure by @buckycuddlebuddy

beefy!bucky barnes x reader

Caught! by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader

Crescent by @bonky-n-steeb

bodyguard! bucky barnes x popstar! reader

Picture perfect by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader

*Ronly friends by @metalbuckaroo

Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

*Your filthy heart by @sweeterthanthis

Stepdad!Bucky x 18+F!Reader

Undress me by @breakablebarnes

bucky barnes x female!reader

*Heartbeats and flatlines by @cockslut-padalecki

Mob!Alpha!Steve x Sex Worker/Dancer!Omega!Reader

In you I find solace by @msmarvelwrites

Bucky x reader

Hours and hours by @angrythingstarlight

Chubby Baker Bucky x Reader

They were roommates by @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

Bucky Barnes x Reader

You deserve a soft epilogue, my love by @sweetdreamsbuck

beefy!bucky x f!reader

Starved by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky Barnes x reader

Nick Fowler ✨

Gratification by @navybrat817

Nick Fowler x female reader

As you're told by @jamalflanagan

Nick Fowler x woc!reader

A most wanted man by @jobean12-blog

Nick Fowler x reader

Steve Rogers ✨

*His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

*Rumors by @xbuchananbarnes

Professor!Steve Rogers x reader

Home by @steviesnight-time

steve rogers x reader

New perspective by @velvetichor

Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

What bad girls get by @kinanabinks

Mob Boss!Steve x Reader

Hey, stranger by @musingsinmoonlight

Steve Rogers x female reader

Show some respect by @thanatosfic

Dark! Steve Rogers x Avenger! Reader

Artist!Steve by @angrythingstarlight

Artist!Steve x Reader

Beefy lumberjack!Steve by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Lumberjack Steve x Reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Impressive / Friday night by @beelicious-barnes

Dilf!Ari x babysitter!reader

Mafia!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Ari x reader

Ransom Drysdale ✨

Broken wills by @buckybarneschokeme

Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

*Ransom's revenge by @rustytricycle

Ransom Drysdale x MILF!Reader 

Destroyer!Chris ✨

A lover's lament by @navybrat817

Destroyer!Chris x female reader

Nick Fowler & Bucky Barnes ✨

Push and pull by @navybrat817

Club Owner!Nick Fowler x Female Reader, Bouncer!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Nick Fowler x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

Jake Jensen ✨

Smell it on me by @chrissquares

Jake Jensen x f!reader

Curtis Everett & Ari Levinson ✨

Caught in a snare by @dreamlessinparis

Curtis!Everett x F!Reader, Mob!Ari x F!Reader

Thor ✨

No church in the wild by @jamalflanagan

old god!Thor Odinson x black!reader

Curtis Everett ✨

*Wilford's demands by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Curtis Everett x you

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Champion // Thor x Reader AU

Pairing: Thor x WOC Reader Word Count: 500+ Warning: Violence, Death, Blood mention

Summary: The Infinity War is upon us all. What will you do? A/N: Wow, my first fic of the new year and it’s for a writing challenge :D I’m so pleased. (Sorry I’m late Caro <3 @ughjoekeery)

You were little more than simply human.

You were mortal, fragile, temporary. You were breakable. Despite the delicacy of your strength, you stood steadfastly with widespread arms over the Mighty Thor’s unconscious body. Your chest heaved as you fought to catch your breath, adrenaline coursed through your veins; you would not be moved. Blood and sweat dripped into your eyes. You would not falter. Every muscle in your body screamed in agony. You. Would. Not. Break. The lives of worlds depended on your courageous brawn. The life of Thor depended on you.

Thanos regarded the feeble mortal that stood between him and his prey with amusement. You had to know that a simple smack of his hand would crush you to nothing. You were so tiny yet so fierce. It was rather impressive that you would even deign to stand up to he, Thanos: the Mad Titan, the Leader of the Black Order, the Conqueror. You: nothing more than a useless human. He chuckled humorlessly, it’s been a long time since something so futile, so inconsequential, so...puny, dared to stand in his way. He honestly didn’t understand why he was wasting time entertaining you.

“Thanos!” you screamed. He simply raised an eyebrow in response.

“Haven’t you had enough? Look around you! The Avengers lay beaten at your feet! You have the Infinity Gauntlet! The Earth in pieces. Everyone is dead! Haven’t you had enough?!” Your heartbeat roared in your ears. You just back talked Thanos, the being who single handedly defeated the Avengers. Thanos cackled loudly as tears streamed down your face. He took such pleasure in watching you weep over the dead and dying bodies of your friends.

“You’re still breathing, are you?” he teased.

“Why are you doing this?” you wheezed.

“Because I can.” 

Thanos cackled gleefully and raised the Infinity Gauntlet, the stones glowed ominously. A sonic shriek of protest escaped your throat. Thanos went flying across the decimated field. A massive boom echoed as he collided with the ground. Impossible.

“Wha--what are you??” he asked in utter shock. You battered body began to levitate. Thanos watched as your once dark skin glowed with a light brighter than a thousand suns. The wind whipped at his skin viciously, the surface of what was once Earth rumbled. For once in his very long life, Thanos felt true fear.

“...no…” he gasped, “...that’s impossible. We wiped you all out. You were just a human.”

“No, Titan...” your  distorted voice echoed around him, “...I am Champion.” With a primal scream, you unleashed your power and decimated everything around you.

It was finally over.

A bright light flashed in front of your eyes, nearly blinding you. Collapsing breathlessly to the ground, you looked up to see the worried faces of your friends standing over you. Thor extended his hand to help you up. With a firm grip, you pulled yourself upright.

“Champion, are you alright?” he asked. You sighed heavily and nodded your head.

“Thanos is coming,” Captain America interrupted, “Are you ready?”

END

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