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🥺🥺 i’m honored

You know any black writers that write for Thor or Chris Hemsworth?

I sure do!!!

THOR X BLACK!READER FICS / CHRIS HEMSWORTH X BLACK!READER FICS UPDATED

THOR X BLACK!READER

- domesticating thor: hgtv- @avengingmelanin

- a sleepy god- @wonderthor

- blue push pops, ruin me- @canumoveurseatup-no

- all of @thorsthot thor work

- baby fever series,(un)fair games, a cold summer, happy anniversary- @tropicalcap

- the alchemy of love series (and its drabbles), shallow series, can we talk, assemble (with thor), someone like you series (all are thor x black oc)- @dramaqueeenamby

- the dress shirt- @captainstarkbucky

- thor x black!reader headcanons- @tchoking

-all of @spndarling ‘s thor work

- sleep in, gaeter series, coconuts, incompatible compatibility series (with too soon), midgard series (with asgard), our house- @pointbreak-odinson

- a wild night, sugar daddy!thor, from top to bottom, thor falling for you includes:, changes, thor teasing you when you’re mad at him would include, you venting to thor about a co-worker would include, listening to girls need love and dancing, self care day, late night pleasantries, shout out to my ex, one thing left to do, thor learning that reader has an orgasim denial kink, falling, love and pain, real love, took you long enough, oblivion, special bonds, be strong- @plussizeappreciationfics (search: thor x black!reader, thor x plus size reader, thor x reader)

- soundtrack, lightning strikes twice- @iliketowrite1996

- legacy series- @blackmissfrizzle

- issues, baby daddy, fire and blood (thor x black oc), the shield series (thor x black oc) moodboards- @reckoningss

- crown princess and moodboard, the princess and the bozo, thor would pick up modern slang and uses it in his vocabulary every chance he gets, thor blurb where thor call you nonstop, thor x black reader blurb, never too much- @livingmybestfakelife

- sugardaddy!thor hc, thor weight hc, pheromone hc, size kink, caring for you hc, baby hc, soul food hc, shocked, stray, mail, shea, posse, all thor miscellaneous work- @thotty-tatertot

- he can smell it series- @inn-o-cencebabes

- thor and you on the first day you bring home your newborn, temptation, a debt repaid, a reunion, hangry headcanons, traveling long distance just to see them, a romantic proposal, goofy headcanons with the avengers, woman, a god of fertility, versace on the floor: stardust, how would steve, bucky and thor react to an s/o twerking and giving them a lap dance in front of everyone, how would steve, bucky and thor react to their gf crying since shes bigger she was always terrified of people complaining about her weight because of one butthole doing that when she was 13, the right path series, relationship hc, alone time, since we’re on thor, how would he propose?; how would thor act falling in love, what are your headcanons for thor as a father?, hc for thor and his s/o on their honeymoon?- @black-mcu-imagines

- all i ask series (thor x black oc)- @shegoesbyarose

- pando, auqi estoy mi amor- @welcomebackpartyhardy

- all of @lady-thor-foster ‘s thor work

- day off- @non-stop-imagines

- holiday cheer (w/ steve rogers), fertility, punny, your king, not a date w/bruce banner)- @afriendlyblackhottie

-just down bourbon street- @blackgirlsimagines

- "hi, thor x charlie's angel. Tony needs help on a mission and recruits charile's angels. Thor is instantly smitten with the black one."-@musings-of-ares

-valentine- @celestedreamsthat

- thor x chubby black reader fluff headcanon- @artemisthewh0re

- waves series (w/steve rogers)- @fineanddandy

- sky full of song series- @calif0rnia-lovers

- thunderstorms- @realhotdweebshit

- soft!thor + a quiet night in- @honeydulcewrites

- vacation, wrong idea (w/ loki), caught my eye, tonight's ball, i can't trust you- @deexchanel

- yuletide- @boxofbonesfic

- a midgardian christmas, "number 2 and 45 from the smut prompts...with thor, if you please m/lady"- @princessphilly

- what's on your mind?- @p---ink

- i knew- @ctrlsznwrites

- betrotherd, bury the seed- @mauvecherie-writes

- le dilemme- @helahades

- save a horse, warrior queen- @jayankles

- imagine being pregnant with thor's baby- @ourquicksilvered

- nemo, his queen series,- @black-is-beautiful18

- pando- @thethotwithoutfear

- no church in the wild- @jamalflanagan

-- rides, “chunky thor would give the best hugs and would be perfect to cuddle after a good session of lovemaking”, cheaters hc (includes thor)- @laketaj24

- electrifying- @royallyprincesslilly

- blue pill series ( back home, i'm pregnant, cravings, hormones, baby shower, birth), spicycurtains, team meetings- @stripper-patrick

CHRIS HEMSWORTH X BLACK!READER

- waves series (and all the drabbles), seasons of love series- @dramaqueeenamby (check masterlist)

- the moon and the ocean- @inn-o-cencebabes

- seasons greetings, a time to give thanks series- @babygirlofwakanda

-back to bed- @mauvecherie-writes

- tonight- @deexchanel

- caught up, now that you’ve mentied it- @mangos4u

-get you can't series (collab and crossover series w/ @dramaqueeenamby - chris hemsworth x black!oc and chris evans x black!reader)- @royallyprincesslilly

- quiet on set series (w/ taika waititi and chris evans)- @fineanddandy

- emerald- @stripper-patrick

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captainstarkbucky · 4 years ago

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“i hate leaving you”

rio x reader

warning: smut (nsfw) — in which rio takes too long to return home from a “business trip” and you’re deprived.

“Look, daddy’s home!”

Your three-year-old son shrieked in pure excitement from his over-sized booster chair in the backseat of your truck as you pulled into the driveway behind Rio’s sleek, black Cadillac. He was already particularly hyper from the candy that he’d gotten at the dentist after his cleaning, so he seemed to be even more rowdy about his father returning home than he usually was.

“I see, baby,” you smiled in agreement, un-clicking your seatbelt. “Let mommy get you out of the car and you can go say hi.”

Although you explained your intentions, the only thing on Marcus’ mind was, understandably, Rio. So he ignored you, proceeding to yank wildly at the handle of the car door from the inside.

With a defeated sigh, you circled around the back of the car to let him out, watching in amazement as his tiny feet carried him to the door, at light speed, in search to find his dad. Rio had been gone the last two days handling some business in Canada, and it was undeniable that you both missed him like crazy. After grabbing Marcus’ traveling bag and everything else that you’d brought along with you, you walked into the house behind him, heart warming at the sound of Marcus and Rio’s laughter combined. You shut the door with the heel of your sandal, hands having been full, and dropped everything on the table of the foyer.

“You been giving mommy a hard time?”

By the way his deep voice emanated through the hall, you assumed he was in the kitchen, so you travelled there, trying desperately to contain your true excitement. Rio stood next to the refrigerator, glass of half-drinken whiskey placed curtly on the marble countertop of the island, and Marcus clung to his chest giggling profusely while his daddy attacked him with the tickle monster. The sight alone was something that you’d dreamed of for years. And even though you never knew that you would be in this exact situation at this exact time with them, you wouldn’t change it for anything in the world.

Rio didn’t notice you right away. So you took the time to admire him fully. He was dressed in nothing spectacular, a simple white v-neck with a pair of gray sweatpants, but that, in addition to the fact that it had been a few days since you were able to be with him, was enough to turn you on. You were also taking heed to the fact that he was drinking, yet it was only 11:00 am, so, much to your dismay, stress just might have served as the leading cause to a possible extension in your dry spell.

“Daddy, can we go to the park?” Marcus, begged from Rio’s arms. He held up his half-eaten lollipop and pouted. “Mommy couldn’t take me because she said I had to go to the dentist.”

“Baby, you have a playdate with Dylan today. His mommy’s already on her way to come and get you.” You interjected, causing Rio to finally acknowledge your presence. He turned to face you, tired, brown eyes oozing down your body slowly with his mouth parted slightly. Marcus whined in response and wriggled in Rio’s grip. “Don’t you wanna go to the zoo with Dylan?”

Marcus continued to whine, protesting the same playdate he had been begging for for weeks now, but when Rio interjected, the complaints ceased.

“Papa, daddy’s gonna take you to the park when you get back from the zoo with Dylan,” he compromised. “And we can go get ice cream. But you can’t go ghost on your friends when they’re counting on you. Okay?”

He clearly was upset by this, but Marcus also knew better than to argue with Rio. Everyone did. Whenever Rio wanted something to happen, he would make it happen, and it was always best to just let things be. So a few moments later, when Dylan’s mom pulled up outside and the doorbell rang, Marcus didn’t fuss when his dad took him to the car and settled him into his carseat. Rio kissed Marcus on the forehead and told him how much he loved him, giving both of the boys a high-five, and he stood on the doorstep as they drove away.

While he saw the boys off, you’d poured yourself a glass of wine and found a seat at one of the barstools from the island, scanning through school emails and updates on your phone. You heard Rio’s footsteps as he approached the kitchen again, but you didn’t turn around. You saw no need to continue torturing yourself with the sight of him if you knew things would be going nowhere.

“How was work?” you asked him quietly. He stood opposite of you, leaned back quaintly against the stove, drink in hand. You never asked too much about his job, because you knew Rio was never going to answer you. He thought he was endangering you by telling you too much and he didn’t like the thought of you getting into trouble with him if things ever went south. His way of shielding you from the possibility was silence.

He hummed. “Eh, it was work. I got shit done so I can’t really complain about it.” There was a brief pause before he continued. “How was the dentist?”

“Awful.” You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “I hate taking him alone, because whenever you’re not there, the doctor thinks he has a free pass. He’s always flirting, and staring at me way too much.” You glanced up to see Rio’s face, already certain that his possessive instincts were settling in. He took another sip of his drink and nodded. “I would find a new dentist but he’s the only one Marcus will go to willingly.”

“Don’t worry about Marcus, I’ll handle him. But from now on, I’m gonna take him.” He instructed. “So if I’m not here, reschedule it for when I’m back.”

Your eyes narrowed on his matter-of-factly demeanor. “Okay, Rio.” You sighed.

A sly smirk eased over his lips and he crossed his muscular arms over his chest. “Is there a problem with that?”

“No.”

“So why you catching an attitude about it?”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“I’m not.”

“You are…” he trailed. “You and I both know I’m not stupid, Y/N. I’ve known you long enough. What’s the issue?”

You didn’t respond right away, because you could sense a slight irritation in your tone and you didn’t want to rub him the wrong way. You chose your words carefully. “I just don’t understand why I can’t take my own son to the dentist.”

Rio chuckled breathily and put an empty glass on the counter in front of him. “Y/N, what are you talking about?”

“You just come back after being gone for three days and tell me I can’t take Marcus to the dentist anymore?” You snapped. “He’s my son. I’m his mother, I’m supposed to do those things. Especially when you aren’t here—”

“First of all, watch your tone.” Rio warned sternly. “I’ve been gone for two days, and no one ever said you couldn’t take him. You’re a grown ass woman, you do whatever the hell you wanna do. But since you came to me with a problem, I gave you a solution.” He straightened his torso as he looked down at you, eyes hardening on your face. “We both know that dumbass is gonna keep flirting with you when I’m not there because he thinks he can get away with the shit. So unless you want him to, I will take Marcus from now on. Because he’s my son. I’m his dad. I’m supposed to do those things too.”

Rio always had a way of putting you in your place whenever you stepped out of line. And when he did, it was such a turn on. As if you weren’t already ruining your underwear. “Okay,” was all you could say in response.

“Something tells me that ain’t really your problem, though, ma. You ain’t all cranky like this because I told you not to take him to the dentist. You ain’t like doing that noway.” He pressed. He scanned your demeanor, mentally taking notes of the way you responded to him, and bit down on his bottom lip. “Come here.”

You obeyed him dutifully, staring at your toes as they moved across the floor step by step until you stood directly in front of him. Your close proximity allowed you to appreciate the fresh scent of his body wash when you inhaled, which lead you to believe he’d just gotten out of the shower.

Then, you were imagining him in the shower.

And you with him.

The way his lips would feel against your wet skin and the way his hands would slide over your curves so easily. You imagined the way he would feel inside of you with even more moisture than you created naturally and how quickly he would make you cum.

“Hey.”

Rio’s fingers curled under your chin and he nudged your face upwards so that your gaze immediately met his. “I’m talking to you,” he broke your chain of thoughts. “I asked you what’s on your mind, ma?”

That nickname drove you crazy, and by the way Rio was eyeing your lips, you were slowly confirming that he was aware of what was going through your head. “I-I just missed you.”

“Oh, baby, that ain’t no reason to give me the cold shoulder,” he laughed faintly. “If you missed me, why didn’t you show me?”

The drying of your throat, along with the sensation of his fingertips digging into the small of your back was enough to prohibit you from speaking altogether. So you shrugged like a little kid who had just been caught red handed in the middle of a lie. An intense red heat surfaced your face and you gulped, watching closely how Rio’s eyes rolled over you.

“Use your words, babygirl.”

Rio’s fingers delicately traced the outline of your jaw, leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever his touch disappeared. “It’s just been so long,” You breathed.

“Hmmm…”

He knew exactly what you meant just by that phrase, but you continued to explain yourself anyway. “I’ve been missing you at night and I was looking forward to you coming back, but you seemed so tired. I didn’t think you’d be up to it.”

Rio smiled lazily, hand snaking around the back of your neck to pull you closer to his face. His lips met yours in a firm, sturdy kiss that was chaste enough that it lacked tongue, but passionate enough that it left you hungry for more. And by the look on his face, you sensed he did too. The faint remnants of alcohol danced over your tongue. “You missed daddy, huh?” His eyes bounced back and forth between yours and you could feel his erection hardening against your belly through the tight white sundress you wore.

Nodding, you reached down to feel him, sighing in relief as you squeezed his solid bulge in your dainty hands.

Rio, still impressively calm, just watched in astonishment how much it relaxed you to feel him. You groped him gently, not breaking eye contact, imagining how good his thick cock would feel inside of you and a moan fell from your lips. At that, he spoke up. “You want it, baby?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, not a trace of hesitation in your tone.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want your cock,” you whispered. “I want you to fuck me so bad, daddy. I’ve been craving it all week.”

He chuckled again and licked his lips, pulling your hands away from his crotch. “I don’t give a fuck how tired you think I am, I ain’t ever gonna be too tired for you.”

That being said, he kissed your lips again, moving slowly with a sensual burst of energy as his tongue delved into your heated mouth and explored every inch there was to offer. You moaned at the feeling, gasping when his hand gripped a harsh handful of your ass through your dress.

Rio was slow, and relaxed, but you knew he needed you in that moment just as much as you needed him. His tranquility, despite the fact, only made him all the more sexy.

“Please,” you gasped.

Rio seemed to be ignoring all of your requests because he had his own agenda. He wanted to take his time with you, and make sure you both got as much out of it as possible. His lips travelled from your lips down your neck, slowing at the sweet spot on your collarbone, and continuing down to the valley of your breasts. He freed each one from the scoop at the top of your dress, pausing in fascination at the bouncing motion they made when they were no longer confined by the fitted fabric. “No bra,” he whispered approvingly, cupping them in his hands, “that’s why that mother-fucker was flirting with you.”

His lips tightened around the hardened peaks of your dusky, pink nipples and he sucked on them delicately, pushing your back into the counter in the process. Rio was in love with your body, but he was especially keen about your breasts and how perky they were, as he mentioned it to you many times before. Whenever you two had sex, he would insist on showing them their deserved appreciation. He hummed against the swollen skin, and licked them until his tongue was dry and in need of more moisture.

Desperate to feel his skin against yours, you tugged at his shirt, and he pulled it over his head. Only now that he was taking off clothes, he wanted you naked. You were silently praising yourself for getting waxed the day before, so when he pulled off the rest of your dress and the thin lace panties you wore, you went for his sweats, eager to find that he wasn’t wearing any underwear at all.

His cock was the most beautiful thing to you. The way it stood at full attention when it was hard. The silky tan color of his thick, and desirably wide length all the way up to the pink tip that teased the landscaping of the top of his abs. The veins that rolled up the sides and the pre-cum that yearningly trickled back down. His size. God it was huge. And best of all, it was yours. You had it all to yourself, and you could get it whenever you were in the mood for it, so long as he was there.

That was the point that he was trying prove.

He lifted you by your hips, with ease on to the counter, kissing your lips again as he gripped his length in his hand. One hand found your breast, and the other steadied your hip as he guided himself into you. Even after four years, Rio’s size was something you’d never gotten used to. And regardless of your best efforts, you squirmed when he first entered you. It was easy this time, because you were so wet, and when he filled you, a deafening moan erupted from the depths of your throat.

“Mmmm, mami, you like that?” He grunted, pushing every last inch deep inside of you. His eyes shut tight and he squeezed your breasts when he felt you clench around him, and you nodded, grasping blindly for something to hold on to.

Rio waited a moment before he started up a steady pace, thrusting slow, but powerful strokes into your throbbing pussy. The slick sounds of his movements could be heard in between your moans and his breathing, and the more he fucked you, the wetter it got. Rio reached behind you and angled you upward so that one leg rested over his shoulder and your eyes had no other choice but to lock on his.

“I want you to look at me while I’m fucking you, Y/N,” he croaked. “Tell daddy how you want it, babygirl.”

He picked up his pace, hitting you deeper with forceful, solid strokes, your skins slapping loudly together. He fucked you hard on the same countertop that you’d just eaten breakfast on a few hours ago. He licked his lips, and stared directly into your eyes, in awe of how much pleasure you were experiencing thanks to him. Rio didn’t let up, either. Your assumptions of his exhaustion were long gone, because the way he fucked you was proof of his impeccable stamina. “Fuck, I need you deeper…” you trailed.

Rio dipped a finger into his mouth and drew circles around your swollen clit sending you into a whole new world of euphoria. He lifted your body so that you hung from the edge of the marble, and penetrated you from a newer, deeper level. “Like that, baby?” he teased, popping a nipple into his mouth again. Your toes curled and your thighs grew weak, numbness setting in as you felt your orgasm approaching.

“Yes, daddy, mmm fuck yes.” You egged. “I missed you so fucking much. You fuck me so good.”

You could feel Rio in your guts, invading your most personal space, but you wouldn’t dare interject because of the immense pleasure that came as a result. Rio hit your g-spot, over and over again without warning, drawing screams from you that you were certain the neighbors could hear.

Sweat beads slid down the crevices of his face and his brows knitted together tightly. His long, dark lashes fluttered against his cheekbones, and his sharp jawline tightened.

He was so beautiful.

“You gonna cum for me, mami?” He sang.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Cum for daddy.”

As soon as the words rolled off of his tongue, your vision went blurry and your legs fell limp against him, forcing him to catch you before you slipped and hit the floor. Your toes curled as your orgasm washed over you in waves, and you felt his heat in spurts inside of you filling you to the brim. A long, guttural groan fell from his lips and he sighed, squeezing you tight in his arms. Lips spaced gently, he pressed several kisses to your forehead and hummed when he was composed enough to help you to your feet.

On shaky legs, you still clung to him, arms draped over his broad shoulders as he worked around you to clean the mess you both had just made on the counter. He kissed your lips, and ran a hand through your hair, smiling as he watched you. “I hate leaving you,” he admitted. “Whenever I come back you wanna catch an attitude.”

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sorry for the wait, loves. xo.

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captainstarkbucky · 4 years ago

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Dating Mat Barzal Would Include:

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captainstarkbucky · 4 years ago

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boyfriend!mathew barzal hc’s

author’s note: requested by a lovely anonnie and I was legit gonna do him next hahah

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warnings:

up next: more boyfriend!hockey players

☆ DAYTIME MATHEW TM ☆ I get this frat boy vibes but I might be totally wrong oops

☆ he’s a sucker for neck kisses

☆ and that’s how you wake him up

☆ plus a blowie if he’s lucky

☆ but waking up before him is glorious

☆ because the sunlight is hitting him just right

☆ and he’s all golden and looking like a real angel

☆ it’s just perfect

☆ so you just lay there and gaze at him for a few minutes

☆ before he mutters “take a picture it’ll last longer”

☆ even though he’s your boyfriend…

☆ major BLUSHBLUSHBLUSH ☆ he’s all smirky while he opens one eye and see your reddened face

☆ BTW DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW SEXC HIS MORNING VOICE WOULD SOUND

☆ it would sound beautiful and that’s just fax

☆ he’s the kinda bf to have a teeth brushing race

☆ like neither of you wanna spit first (that’s what she said)

☆ so you’re just staring at each other

☆ dead in the eyes

☆ it’s kinda intimidating tbh

☆ HANG ON I ACTUALLY HAVE FOOD THIS TIME

☆ he mutters in French a lot

☆ just cute little sayings

☆ and after awhile you start to pick it up

☆ quite the fashionista

☆ I mean have you seen his Chelsea boots ??

☆ NIGHTTIME MATHEW TM ☆ he’s cuddly

☆ and soft

☆ and likes to hold you

☆ he can be quite clingy

☆ and not in a bad way

☆ he can be a brat when he doesn’t get his way

☆ when you guys are out w the team

☆ and he wants to scramble to get some action

☆ he want to leave right then

☆ but sometimes you have to shoot him down

☆ beCAUSE YOU’VE LITERALLY BEEN THERE FOR TEN MINUTES MAT

☆ loves to serenade you with JB songs

☆ “BaBY bAbY oOoHhH”

☆ loves to match w you

☆ not hardcore twinning

☆ but loves when you both wear ripped jeans at the same time

☆ always leaves a hoodie for you while he’s on the road

☆ this brings us to

☆ BEDROOM MATHEW TM

☆ all for hickeys

☆ like lots of them

☆ bc he’s a twelve-year-old stuck in a twenty-one-year-olds body

☆ after the isles lose

☆ he wants you only wearing

☆ his home jersey

☆ some cute lingerie

☆ and knee socks if he’s feeling extra kinky

☆ he likes it rough

☆ not all for lovemaking

☆ but he makes up for it

☆ bc you can’t walk in the morning

☆ and he helps you get dressed after

☆ he’s into aftercare

☆ especially after terrible games

☆ so he’s playing with you hair

☆ and whispering French in your ear

☆ because HOTHOTHOT ☆ he loves kissing you

☆ and going down on you

☆ bc he’s supa good at it

☆ fingers, tongue, all the good kush

☆ his nose bumps into your clit and

☆ W O W

☆ his goal is to get you off a multiple times every time

☆ so by the time y’all are done

☆ you are one sleepy girl

☆ he likes blowies

☆ but he doesn’t like for you to feel obligated to do it

☆ unless he’s in super frat boy mode

☆ then he’s got his hat on backwards and it’s time to fuckin party

☆ OOH OKAY NEW ADDITION

☆ OFFSEASON MATHEW TM

☆ he loves to take you back home

☆ to Coquitlam bc his dad absolutely ADORES you

☆ he takes you to the gym w him

☆ he has to get gainz, y/n !

☆ you guys party a lot

☆ but take enough time to be together

☆ he takes you on lots of cheesy dates

☆ like borrowing his dads truck

☆ and watching the stars

☆ he just absolutely in love w you

enjoy xx

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