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yourimagines · 2 years ago

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Marvel fluff with kang the conqueror

It’s a short one, sorry

Love

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: fluff, soft side

Y/N POV

“Love are you in here?” Kang walked into our room. I smiled at him as he walked up to me. “There you are.” I wrapped my arms around him. “Did you miss me?” I nodded. “Yes I’ve missed you.” He smiles at placed a kiss on my head. “I missed you too my love.” I smiled at him. “How’s the baby love.” He placed his hands on my swollen belly. “Good, we’ve been good.” “Do you need something, food, a foot massage? Anything?” I shook my head. “No I’m fine, just want to spend some time with you.” “I’m yours tonight my love.”

We both were laying in bed, cuddling each other. I held his hand and played with his fingers. “Do you remember anything from your planet?” “Yes, a little bit, why?” He softly shook his head. “Just wondering.” I rolled over to the side, looking at him. “I can tell you what I still remember.” “Tell me.” I placed my hand on his bare chest. “The planet I lived on was earth.” He hummed and caresses softly my shoulders. “There is no leader of earth, there are multiple leaders of the land we divided.” “So no one is leading earth?” “No, they are leading their land, their people.” He hummed again. “I was working at Oscorp as a scientist.” “What did you do?” He kissed my head. “Modifying DNA.” “Making them stronger?” “Something like that, mostly trying to find a cure for diseases.” He smiles at me. “Your way to good my love, always wanting to help others.” I smiled at him. “I’m sorry that I care.” He carefully grabs my chin and kisses me. “Don’t apologise, not to me love.”

I was laying against him when I felt the baby kick. I whined softly, trying not to wake up Kang. I placed my hands on my belly. “Are you okay my love?” Kang sat up in bed, looking at me. “Yes, the baby kicked. I’m sorry for waking you up.” I moved to the edge of the bed, sitting straight while holding my belly. “You sure?” I nodded as the baby kicked again. “Let me help you.” I felt his body hugging me from behind. His large hands wrapping over mine. I lay my head back against his chest. He started to place a trail off kisses on my shoulder and neck. The baby kicked again and I whined a bit. I moved my hand on top of his, placing it on the spot where the baby was kicking every time. I felt him smiling against my shoulder. “You feel that?” “I do.” The baby kicked again. “Easy there, don’t need to hurt you mother like that.” I smiled up to him. He had a bright smile on his face, looking happy. “I think we have a fighter.” I giggled at him. “He’s definitely yours with all that kicking.” He carefully nudge me. “Your saying I’m not gentle?” He raised his eyebrows. “Maybe…” I said in a teasing voice. He smiles and kisses my neck. “I know I’m a bit rough sometimes but I think I take good care of my wife.” I giggled as he squeezed in my thigh. “You are a good husband.” He smiles against my shoulder. “I love you and our little fighter.” He caresses my belly. “We love you too.” I relaxed against his chest as he traces his fingers over my stretch marks. “You my love are so beautiful.” I closed my eyes, smiling softly. “Sleep my love, I’m here.” I started to breathe a bit slower, slowly falling asleep. “I can’t wait to meet our child.” I heard him whispering while I drifted away into the darkness.

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neganwifey25-blog · 2 years ago

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Ugh I love this so much and I want moreeee��😭😭

concomitant

prompt: "you don't want me? don't lie to me."

pairing: kang the conqueror x (f)reader

word count: 559

warnings: eighteen+ content, spoilers for quantumania, implied smut, kang being kang, my usual poetic flare.

note: shoutout to my bby @tom-whore-dleston for giving me even more of an excuse to write for this hunk of a man, i may have reworked your req and made it so reader took janets place with the whole 'fix my ship' storyline, so i hope that's ok!

“You don’t belong here.” The stark contrast between the heat from his gloves and the heat of your skin makes you shiver as he runs a finger along your jawline. His face so close to yours that you can see just how deep the scars that mark his face run. How dark and rigid they are against his skin.

You wish it would make your stomach curdle.

Wish it wasn’t making more questions and feelings start in your belly and go lower. Further into a region that has become too accustomed to stories of greatness and realities of time you can only dream of seeing, to offer you more than this realm you've reluctantly made your home. Your body has grown accustomed to his longing glances over a new discovery, the grazes of fingers when you're working together, his mission—his presence—giving you a purpose. Something you hadn't felt in years until he came into your life.

Until he crashed and landed, lost and bruised, just like you.

Until he lit a fire in your blood, making you feel cloudy and irrational in your thinking, urging you to go down a path from which you may never be able to return.

“Come with me.”

“I–”

“You can.” He finishes for you. Smothers any words of protest or conflict with the look he’s giving you. With the way he’s touching you so gently, so unlike the conqueror you’ve seen from his mind.

The very thing that gives you pause. Reason to recoil from him even when you don’t.

Instead, there's an ache between your legs that keeps you immobile against him. Keeps you in his clutches, in his trance.

“There is nothing here for you.” His fingers leave your jaw, move across your collarbone, and down your chest, leaving you breathless the lower they go. “I can give you everything. Show you infinite realities. "Give you everything you've ever wanted," he says, his palm splaying just below your belly button. Your nails dig into the tethers of your makeshift home, to keep yourself from falling completely in his arms, hands—to your knees from his promises. "All those images of me you've played in your head at night when you think no one can hear the noises you make," his lips feather-like against your ear. “Come true.”

Embarrassment stings your chest. Sends your insides in a twist and pull against each other as your head shakes. A denial at the tip of your tongue, ready to end this and be done with it all. To send him on his way, away from your home, away from you and the temptation he’s luring you into, like an unsuspecting traveler falling into a sinkhole they’ll never get out of.

“You don’t want me?” He tsks, smirks against your ear. His voice low and authoritative: “Don’t lie to me. It will only take longer to get what we both want.” His hand moves across your clothed mound, fingers putting the lightest of pressures on your pelvis that has your hips moving forward involuntarily.

“Join me, and I’ll give you everything.” His mouth finds yours. Seals your fate with his tongue, giving way to every promise he’s willing to keep if you take his hand and watch beside him as he wins a war he’s ultimately made you a part of.

As he burns the world.

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cosmicstxrdust · 2 years ago

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An Unexpected Plan

PAIRING: loki laufeyson x reader

POWERS: none

WC: 2.6

SUMMARY: As a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, it was safe to say that you had seen a lot of strange things in your day. Glowing cubes from space, aliens and planetary-scale Armageddons were considered just another day at the office. However, the opening of the multiverse means infinite possibilities, including some that you’d never expect.

WARNINGS: possibly ooc Loki? (this is my first time writing him.)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: So this is based off the post-credit scene in Ant Man: Quantumania for the sneak peek of the Loki series s2. I actually have s1 written on Wattpad with an OC (called Everybody Wants to Rule the World if you want to check it out!), but since Tumblr likes x reader more, I took out the oc. This was an idea I’ve had since I watched s1 so I finally just decided to write a one-shot of it. It may not be accurate to the rest of s2 once it’s released since I just made up some stuff around the 3-second clip that we got.

As a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, it was safe to say that you had seen a lot of strange things in your day. From glowing space cubes of unknown origin to aliens trying to take over New York, the realm of what you considered impossible had broadened over the years. Your considerably high rank as a field agent had allowed you to experience some of these things first hand, which was both a blessing and a curse. It was more so the latter now as you’d been tasked with keeping the notorious trickster God of mischief from living up to his name. Luckily, you were well-equipped for the job— and more than just in the weapons department; you had the uncanny ability to see through lies. (This proved to be exceptionally helpful in an organization whose secrets had secrets.)

However, it was only after more than a decade of service that you were finally thinking that maybe you had bitten off more than you could chew. The God of Mischief had certainly earned his title; in an unforeseen turn of events, he’d gotten his hands on the Tesseract a second time and, before he could whisk himself away to who-knew-where to wreak more havoc, you’d latched onto his arm at the last second to join him for the spin as well. (At least nobody could ever say that you weren’t dedicated to your work.) After that, things had taken a turn for the worse and you’d both been taken to a mysterious time agency and had narrowly escaped death. (Well, maybe death was still on the table— your inevitable end had just been postponed.)

Needless to say, you and Loki hadn’t started out as the best of friends. When you weren’t trying to kill each other (verbally, at least), you glared at one another in sulky silences. But, as they say, trauma draws people together. Somewhere along the line between the end of the world and multiple variations of yourselves, you’d become something akin to. . . acquaintances? Allies? Not necessarily friends, but bonded by enough strange events to have a tentative trust with each other. You were almost certain that Loki wanted more from your relationship, but you hadn’t really forgiven him for what he’d done in New York and besides— whoever heard of a mortal and a God getting a good ending?

Now, however, none of that really seemed to matter; being displaced from your timeline certainly held a bigger threat than whatever was going on between the two of you. After your world-shattering revelation that the statue in the TVA’s library was no longer of three space lizards, but Kang himself you scrambled for answers and solutions. In a desperate attempt to understand the new situation you were in, you’d gotten the new-Mobius’ help of locating (a) Kang in this present timeline, which happened to be in the Victorian Era.

Although the three of you were hidden in shadows in the back of the theater where Kang’s presentation was taking place, your instincts were on high alert. The past few days? (Months?) had taught you that nothing was as it seemed. Even if Kang was currently pretending that he hadn’t seen your little group, you knew not to underestimate him. Every muscle in your body was tense, ready to flee the theater at a moment’s notice if necessary. If you were less of an agent and more of a civilian, you might have even grabbed Loki’s hand— which was only inches from yours in the cramped space— as an expression of the fear that you currently felt. (While you were a seasoned veteran and had seen much in your day, any sane person who knew what Kang was capable of would be scared of him.) Loki seemed to share your trepidation as his eyes never left the enigmatic presenter.

Mobius spoke in a whisper from the God’s other side: “you made him sound like this terrifying figure!”

Neither you nor Loki took your attention away from the man at the front of the room as you replied in sync, “he is.”

As if he’d heard your quiet conversation, Kang’s— in this timeline called Victor— gaze snapped to where you were standing. Although his expression didn’t change and he continued to speak to the crowd, you felt an icy wash of fear trickle down your spine. Instinctively, your weight shifted forward to your toes as you prepared to flee, knowing it wouldn’t be good if Kang or any of his variations caught you as he surely intended to.

You exchanged a glance with Loki, almost one of the same mind after you’d experienced meeting He Who Remains the first time. For Mobius’ benefit, the God breathed out: “run.”

You didn’t need to be told twice; the three of you (after some prompting to get the TVA agent moving) pushed your way as calmly— but also hurriedly— as possible through the crowd to reach the doors. While there wasn’t anyone visibly chasing after you yet, you knew better than to be fooled by the appearance of peace. Once you’d reached the busy London street, you exchanged a look with the men. Not wanting to waste anymore time, you gave one word of warning: “if we get split up, good luck.”

Then, you broke into the fastest run you could considering the crowds of people, animals and carts that went about their daily business. (How nice it would be to not be aware of the multiverse, time travel, interdimensional threats. . . but you consoled yourself that you’d probably become too bored with such a quiet life.) Unsurprisingly, Loki was able to keep pace with you pretty easily— considering he was a God who had to match your extensive training— but Mobius seemed to struggle, especially with dodging obstacles. That was fine, though (as mean as that sounded), since Kang wasn’t after him.

As you ran at a (mostly) steady pace through the winding London streets, cries and shouts began to sound from behind you— it seemed that Kang and his variants were giving the chase. You blocked out the sounds as you focused on running; one foot in front of the other, arms swinging, bent, by your sides, breaths even: in, out, in, out. You ran as you’d been trained to do: for your life. You were so focused on staying ahead of the Kangs that you even lost track of your “running partner” as Loki seemed to fall out of your peripheral vision.

You rounded a corner, and then another, and then— a hand reached out to grab your arm. If given the choice between fight or flight, your always chose the former; you reacted instantly, kicking out with your feet as you attempted to put your attacker in a headlock to take them down.

It was only after a couple seconds of struggling (why wouldn’t this peasant man go down? Didn’t they eat a diet of potatoes and gruel?), you finally registered the man’s protests: “whoa, hey! It’s me— it’s me!”

You let go to eye him suspiciously. In a flash of green, Loki’s familiar form appeared and you let out a sigh of relief which (as it usually was when it came to him) was quickly followed by irritation. “Okay, what the hell? I know you’re the fricken’ God of Mischief and all, but is now really a time to pull tricks?”

“It’s not a trick,” he reassured you. “Well, perhaps it is, in a sense— we can disguise ourselves and blend in, get them off our tail.”

The disguise of a peasant man returned, complete with grubby clothes and matted hair. You curled your lips in disgust. “Far cry from being an Asgardian prince, huh?” you mocked him. “And besides, there’s two flaws to that brilliant plan: one, what about me? I don’t have magic, so pulling me aside to tell me this is just a waste of time. And second, I’m pretty sure Kang the Conqueror can see through something this. . . elementary.”

The peasant man scowled at you, displeased by your jabs. “This is genius, first of all. Before you go touting that you know all about magic, mortal, I can share illusions. Doesn’t your super-secret special agent school teach you self-preservation, or are you willing to take the chance and outrun an impossible amount of Kangs?”

You pursed your lips, weighing your options. As much as you hated to admit it, Loki was right; taking a chance on him was probably better then depending on your running abilities. (Although, to be fair, you were a pretty good runner.) You matched his annoyed expression and crossed your arms against your chest. “Fine, we’ll do it your way— but for the record, my father taught me self-preservation.”

The God smirked at you in that irritating way of his and extended his arm towards you. “Take my hand.”

You watched him skeptically for a moment, remembering how he’d openly admitted to flirting with you in the hours before you’d confronted the Void. As you hesitated— your fatal flaw— you listened for your pursuers and heard faint shouts from their rough interactions with the common people. They were still some distance away, but not comfortable enough to completely forego Loki’s plan. You sighed and— with as much distain as you could muster�� took the God’s hand.

There wasn’t anything immediately different about your appearance; when you looked down, you could still see your now-worn combat gear and dusty boots. However, when you looked over at the man next to you, you no longer saw a peasant man; Loki was back to being his infuriating (ahem, handsome) self. You frowned in confusion as you lifted your hand, turning it back and forth to try and see the difference.

“You don’t see the illusion when you’re in it,” he explained with an impossible amount of smugness. “I can assure you, however, that we look as much the same as the rest of this doldrum crowd.”

You gave him a curt nod. “Fine,” you said again. “Let’s try to get out of here, shall we?”

They made their way back onto the main street, looking just the same as the rest of the passers-by. To the rest of the common people, they merely looked like a peasant couple holding hands, out for a nice stroll. Speaking of— “shouldn’t we run?” you asked, looking over your shoulder. Although you couldn’t see the Kangs because of the crush of people, you knew they were there.

“That would draw attention to us,” Loki replied evenly, keeping the steady pace. “All parts of the illusion must be convincing for it to work.”

So, as much as all of your instincts screamed at you to run, you forced yourself to match his steps. Thankfully, the busy city was too noisy to have conversation, otherwise you might have strangled Loki right on the street. (Okay, maybe you weren’t at each other’s throats as often anymore, but he still annoyed the hell out of you.)

It happened suddenly: one moment, you were walking along with Loki at a brisk pace, and the next a man with a golden pharaoh’s headdress appeared next to them. His dark, intense eyes swept the area as he mercilessly pushed carts and people out of his way. Your grip on Loki’s hand tightened in warning, causing the God to look down at you. You jerked your head to the dark-skinned man dressed in gold. His eyes followed your motion and widened before he quickly looked away. Neither of you spoke since the illusion wouldn’t disguise your voice, but your pace picked up slightly.

The next few minutes were very tense as you waited to see if Loki’s illusions would work. It seemed as if the Kang in the Egyptian-styled clothes was tailing you. Loki knew that his magic could only do so much; to the well-trained eye, a very faint glimmer of green could still be seen. They needed to make their illusion even more believable; to do something so out of the ordinary— something that was entirely ordinary, actually— that it would convince even the keenest of observers (which surely Kang was.)

The idea came to him in an instant, causing his chest to fill with warmth. While this would certainly not be his first kiss, it would be his first kiss with you. (And, if he were being uncharacteristically honest, it might be his only chance.) Loki glanced at the Agent out of the corner of his eye, knowing how poorly such a proposal would be received. But, this was a viable suggestion to get the Kangs away from them. So, he tugged the woman next to him to a stop.

You turned to look at the God with an irritated expression. “Need a break, do you?”

Loki was looking down at you intently, his emerald gaze holding yours. Perhaps for the first time, he ignored your dig. “Kiss me.”

Not sure if you heard him right, you stared at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“Kiss me,” he repeated, a little more urgently. He glanced up at the Egyptian Kang who still lingered nearby. He lowered his voice as he hastily explained, “he suspects us. No one looks twice at two people kissing.”

“You’re cra— mmph,” your furious retort was cut off as he placed his lips on yours.

Again, your first impulse was to run, but this time for a different reason. It had been a long time since you’d kissed anyone— since your last love had ended in disaster. You’d vowed to never let anyone this close again after that, but here you were, allowing the God of Mischief to kiss you on a busy street. People brushed past you and jostled you, but Loki’s hands lightly held your arms, keeping you in place. You still had half a mind to push him away and ask what the hell was he thinking, but the other half of your thoughts registered how. . . good of a kisser he was.

You supposed that over a thousand years of practice certainly had its benefits. His lips were soft but insistent on yours, there was just enough tongue movement to make your stomach swoop (the traitor) and although you would deny it if asked, you could feel the electricity zip through you from the action. Just as your shock wore off enough to really kiss him back, Loki pulled away, his gaze flicking over your head to watch the crowd.

“He’s gone,” the God said with relief. Once he’d assessed that the danger had passed, he looked down at you with a smirk. “For someone who claims to hate me so much, I expected you to slap me instead of kiss me.”

You glared at him, any semblance of warmth that had come from the kiss disappearing as quickly as mist in the sun. “That can still be arranged.”

He gave you a shit-eating grin and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Come on, Agent. Tell me you didn’t enjoy that.”

You shoved his arm away and turned to resume your path through the crowd, your head held high. “I didn’t. Let’s go find Mobius. Hopefully he hasn’t gotten trampled by a stray horse or something.”

Since you’d already refocused on the mission at hand, you missed the way the God’s smug expression faltered slightly at your stout rejection. It only lasted for a fraction of a second before he quickly recovered and hurried to catch up with you. Grabbing your wrist, he added, “we should still keep our disguises up, just in case.”

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kentstoji · 1 year ago

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ㅤㅤㅤ NECTAROUS

ㅤㅤㅤ pairing. mk men x gn reader.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤsetting. mortal kombat.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤtype. headcanons (a little suggestive).

ㅤㅤㅤkissing liu kang was a divine experience, akin to discovering a new world and venturing into it, relishing every romantic ecstasy. his arms were strong and warm, carrying a distinctive fire befitting his position attained after his triumph against kronika. being enveloped by him in a loving and almost possessive embrace was like diving into liquid lava, yet the flames were harmless. (the most they could do was leave purple and reddish marks along your beautiful neck, while liu kang's experienced and bold lips traced a path, and your face took on undesired shades of scarlet.) your lips part in fervent lamentation, breathless.

ㅤㅤㅤbi-han was, by nature, a conqueror and consequently, a born leader. a dominator in various aspects, and in the romantic realm, this particularity wouldn't easily alter. honoring the element he proudly manipulated, bi-han had frigid lips, like a morning after an intense snowstorm. his hands, firm and calloused by years of battles and victories, established a rule at the base of your neck, keeping you under the grandmaster's longing, shaping you to fulfill his needs and desires. it was a selfish dance in which you never had the chance to be victorious, but teasing him to the limit was as satisfying as winning a battle. he exploded, and you loved paying the price. (kissing him was like feeding a voracious, wild creature that had no basic knowledge of emotions. the beast, however, calmed when tasting the flavor of your lips, biting them until he felt the sweet taste of your life essence flowing crimson between his lips.)

ㅤㅤㅤjohnny cage was a provocateur, and you were his favorite victim. maintaining a playful spirit, Johnny's kisses were a wet mess, lips colliding eagerly, a overwhelming need. his hands fixed themselves on your waist, squeezing and pulling you closer as he yearned to merge into one body, immortalizing the passion and love between you. it was common to find a glistening line of saliva when you finally parted. you were breathless, your chest moving frantically in search of oxygen and... something more. johnny would notice this. (of course, he would notice. he always made a point to observe the reactions when you were together.)

ㅤㅤㅤ"can you handle more, sweetheart?" he questions, his pink, swollen lips curving into a wicked smile, full of cruel promises.

ㅤㅤㅤwithin and outside a relationship, you are shang tsung's test subject, the perfect specimen at the mercy of his dark ideals. breakable and submissive, like a pet, you've become his favorite pastime, the perfect challenge. unraveling the mysteries of your body is an art for him, a game where every touch and kiss are strategies to corrupt the remaining shreds of sanity within you. he appreciates knowledge, and your genuine reactions are accompanied by translucent pearls of warm tears. tears of ecstasy, he concludes with arrogance. shang tsung is a selfish partner; (his kisses are long and suffocating, embedding themselves in you like a parasite.) the scent of his perfume will linger, intoxicating and persistent.

ㅤㅤㅤhanzo is an uncontrollable romantic, and his soul is as warm as the affections he displays in the comfort of the space he now calls home in your relationship. kissing him is an open invitation to be consumed by hungry flames, much like his emotional yearning. his hands rest on your face, fingers gliding in a long, gentle caress, savoring every reaction you show: the flushed face and trembling hands are signals for him to continue. with your consent, he does. you are led to a dark precipice with kisses planted at the base of your neck, discreetly directed towards your chest. hanzo, experienced and considerably older, knows what he's doing, aware of the buttons to press to make you dance with madness.

ㅤㅤㅤ"breathe, my love," he says, noticing your open eyes, seeking more of his touches. "the night is still young, and we are just getting started."

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neganwifey25-blog · 2 years ago

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This was perfection 🤌🏾💋😩😮‍💨

Kang × Reader

(PAST)Loki Laufeyson x Reader

ANTMAN AND THE WASP QUANTMANIA SPOILERS

Master List For more fanfics!

A/N: So! I will say I loved this movie!! Im in love with Kang! He is daddy ngl!! Hope you enjoy. I am writing more Kang x Readers!! I am taking requests for Kang at the moment as well!!

Warnings: Angst, Mentions death, SMUT SMUT SMUT MINORS DO NOT READ. Im horrible at smut. Lmao.

"Evil"

Evil, I've come to tell you that *he's evil, most definitely

Evil, ornery, scandalous and evil, most definitely

(Y/n) stood in the quantum real prison. On the opposite cell Scott Lang, Ant-Man, looked in her direction. "So this the first time you've been to jail?" He attempts to make small talk unsure of what fate held. (Y/n) (L/n) had been a long-time friend of Hope Van Dyne thus also a friend of Scott. She happened to be over for dinner when Cassie brought up researching the quantum realm. The six went down to the lab where Cassie made a device sending a signal down into this unknown realm. One thing lead to another and now here (Y/n) was caught up in this mess. Held prisoner in a castle of some conqueror.

"No, definitely not my frist time in prison." She replied before hearing footsteps in the distance. The man who approach the cells had a great deal of power (Y/n) could feel it. A power that no one should have. He far exceeded every foe she previously face. A man that would have Thanos trimble in fear.

"You two are very interesting. Scott Lang. (Y/n) (L/n)." He spoke glancing at each hero individually.

"Uh, I don't know who you are. But you have made a big mistake. We are avengers. We called the other avengers." Scott crossed his arms. (Y/n) knits her brows watching Kang's reaction. But this man did not care. In some aspects, she could see amusement in Kang's dark eyes.

"You are an avenger. Have I killed you before?" The conquerer asked.

"W-What?" Scott asked puzzled.

"They all bend together after a while. But you..." Kang turned around taking a few steps closer to (Y/n). "I remember ." A smile graced his lips. The blue shield that kept you imprisoned dropped.

"I do not know you." (Y/n) replied. Kang chuckled as he kept moving towards (Y/n) who stood her ground. That is what he loved about her. In every universe, she held powers that could far exceed his own. Yet this woman never understood how to use them.

"I know. But in time you will. Trust me I know." He sighed," In every universe, you are always the last one standing. Strong but useless. I was going to make a deal with Scott. However, my dear, are far more desirable." Kang's gloved hand cup (Y/n)'s cheek.

She leaned into his touch knowing what men like him wanted, love. "What deal are you offering?" (Y/n) whispers.

"You are desperate for him. The man you lost. It's irony. In every universe I have conquered, there is a trace of him in you. Call it destiny. The path other Kangs have written to make you vulnerable. Your one true weakness. The youngest prince of Asgard." He smirked. (Y/n) gulped heart beating fast as this man came into mind. The man she watched die in front of her. She was pathetic, ridden with fear, and helpless as Thanos murdrred him. Loki Laufeyson

"This deal involves him? Without the stones it's impossible to bring him back!" (Y/n) snaps.

"My dear, I am the all powerful Kang. I control space and time. If you help me start my ship. I can give you what you need. More time. I can create it where he never died. Would you like that?" He whispered.

"Don't do it. He is lying!" Scott's voice rang reminding you he was there.

"This does not involve you, Scott Lang. Need I remind you I have your daughter in a few cells down...Do not worry you are not entirely useless." He glanced back from the corner of his eyes.

"And if I say no?" (Y/n) asked.

Kang leaned closer his lips mere inches away from hers. "We both know you will agree. The greed inside of you leads you down the wrong path every time. Trust me I know you better than you do. I have seen you in many lives, in thousands of universes and timelines." He looked at her lips. "You desire more than just love. Security, loyal, trust....power." The last is barely audible. It was meant for only her ears. (Y/n) breathes in heavily knowing all he said was true. She walked the fine line between good and evil. The dark and light battled for her soul. Here in front of her stood temptation, the apple god placed in the garden. One bit would mean devastation.

"(Y/n) don't do this you are-" With a flick of his finger Scott is flying into the wall knocking him out.

"Come with me." Kang extends his hand without hesitation (Y/n) takes it following Kang up to his throne room. "You could have him back. It can be arranged. In your time, an alternate ending, or something better. I can create your own world. As you see fit. You can be happy with him and have everything you wanted. In a snap of my fingers, it will all be yours." He walked around (Y/n) stopping behind her. "And the best part is I can erase your memories so you never have to remember. Isn't that what your tortured soul requires? Peace." Kang brushed her (h/c) behind (Y/n)'s ear. She never felt scared like this before. Her body went cold. All her needs, darkest desires, and dreams can be made into reality. This man held power far beyond her imagination. Loki could be hers again. "I am Kang. Anything is possible with me."

"I want the deal...I want more than just that Kang. I need revenge. I want to kill Thanos. Slaughter every variant of him until he is erased from the multiverse no matter how long it takes." Her words brought joy to Kang's heart. He missed how dark (Y/n) could be. The evil that corrupted her inside. Kang hums and walked over to his golden throne.

"Is that all you want?" He asked innocently beckoning (Y/n) to come closer. The female took one step at a time until standing in front of him. "Sit." Kang pats his lap. (Y/n) straddles his lap sitting down. Large hands gripped her waist. "Your beauty never ceases to amaze me. In every universe. You still are the same." He pulled her into a kiss. She left uncertain about this. Why did she crave this man? Maybe Kang was right power attracts her. It engulfs her entire being. She craves it, yearns for it, and now power sits in this golden throne.

"I want you." Her silk voice lets a whine out as the conqueror trails his lips down her neck. (Y/n) grinds herself onto his bulge. He could not wait any longer. The way her (e/c) eyes tease him. "I need you." She gaped as Kang ripped her shirt off.

"You are so beautiful," Kang whispered unclipping her bra. "Fuck." He licked over (Y/n)'s hard nipples. The way she grinds onto his erection had Kang seeing stars. She pulled at his robes and in a quick snap of his fingers they are off.

"Damn." She whispered unable to pull her eyes from his chest. The Conqueror had abs. She traced them with her fingers. His arms had large muscles. (Y/n) left her cunt clench around nothing. His physique was perfect.

"Do you like what you see?" He purred roughly drawing her closer so their bare chests are pressed together. "I am all yours." He pulled (Y/n)'s skin-tight bottoms down along with her panties. "So wet already. We have just met and you are so fucking horny. How long has it been?... Since you have been pleasured by a real man?" Kang whispered pressing two large fingers into her wet pussy. A sigh of relief escaped her cherry-red lips. He moved them in and out slowly. This allowed (Y/n) to adjust to large fingers than her own small digits. Soon Kang's fingers thrust faster, rougher, and deep causing her to moan loudly.

"Ah- Fuck! Ngh~ Oh Kang." She cried tossing her head back. Kang his every spot just right. As if he knew her body already. Where to kiss her neck and how to rub (Y/n)'s spot deep inside her wet cunt. "I need you. Inside of mem" Her words are straight to the point. Kang chuckled and pulled his large cock out.

"Are you ready my dear? I won't hold back." He asked rubbing the tip against her entrance.

"Yes, Kang. Fucking use me." (Y/n) moaned loudly sliding down onto his erection. "So thick." She pants as his cool stretched her out. Kang did not wait any longer. He began thrusting up into her tight cunt. She took him so well.

"Mmm~ Fuck you are so tight." Kang pants watching his cock thrust in and out. She kissed him deeply moving up and down to match his thrusts up. The sounds of their sex filled his throne room.

"Im gonna cum." She whispers.

"Then come for me, goddess." He bites down on her neck. (Y/n) cried out softly clenching his cock as she orgasmed. Kang soon followed filling her cunt with his seed.

"Damn." He sighed rubbing her sides. "You are perfect."

"You are so evil. But I love it." (Y/n) leans down kissing him.

#marvel #mcu #scott lang #kang the conqueror x reader

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savingcrxws · 2 years ago

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masterpost

THE BEAR

carmen berzatto

EYES ON FIRE | carmy x ex!reader, exes to lovers

mikey berzatto

chef luca

JOHN WICK

john wick

santino d'antonio

vincent de gramont

OUTER BANKS

jj maybank

rafe cameron

pope heyward

MARVEL

peter parker

loki

thor

steven grant | marc spector | jake lockely | moon knight system

kang the conqueror

THE SANDMAN

dream of the endless

the corinthian

death of the endless

desire of the endless

#masterpost.txt #marvel #the sandman #the bear #obx #outer banks

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havikshoochiemama · 2 years ago

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Fanfic writers PLEASE PLEASE PLESSE PLEASE PLLLEEAASSSE🙏😞 i needs more fic

#mcu fanfiction #fanfiction #please please please #i need more fics #kang #mcu kang #kang x reader #kang the conqueror x reader #BEGGIINNG

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soriseerakyra · 2 years ago

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Red String

A/N: I love him. Spoilers....Takes place right after Janet betrays Kang. Readers powers operate on a unconscious wish based system. If reader is hungry and wishes for an apple on will materialize in their hand. How effective the wish is determine by readers health and mental fortitude. Kind of a soulmate AU. Enjoy~

You knew from the moment you saw him. That this what you had been searching for. That he was the one you have been searching for. Yearning for.

You could barely remember how you got here. All you knew was that you made a wish. Hands to your head and rocking back and forth. It was a dangerous thing touching yourself with a wish in mind. You knew your magic was dangerous, but it was all you could do.

There had always been a dull ache in your heart in your mind. A pulling towards something that you couldn’t name. You’d dealt with it for most of your adult life. And while it was never anything pleasant and often distracting, you had found ways to deal with it. To ignore it.

But something had changed recently. The pulling turned into pain. A mournful longing turned to utter desperation. While you had never thought you would meet the thing at the other side of the pull, there in the back of your mind an instinct knew that there was always a possibility. But now something had changed. The opportunity had been taken from you. Suddenly they were…

Out of time. Out of Space. Gone.

A devastating thought. An unreal realization. But how can you fix it? How could you return to things to normal?

And you looked at your hands. Shaking in weak anxiety but still wreathed in energy. A swirling vortex of golden power, your connection to otherworldly powers that only you could see. And you broke the rules. You wished for the unthinkable. A wish you made out of the most forthright feeling of desperation. But you couldn’t stop yourself.

Anywhere but here. Anywhere I won’t hurt anymore.

Your power came upon you with a gale force of wind. A constant ringing in your ears. A constant cycle of compression and expansion of your existence. A kaleidoscope if colors and suddenly the absence of light.

And then suddenly you fall. And you keep falling for an eternity. The fall is light at first. A weightlessness and emptiness that you had never experienced before.

Then the feeling comes back, a pull from the center of you belly that’s pulling you fast towards the surface of an unknown world.

You land with a thud and in the swirl of the golden remnants of your magic. It’s quickly receding. Falling around you like stardust, puttering out with lifeless dimming sparks. The vibrant gold hue that once surrounded your entire hands is now restrained in dim golden bangles. You’ve imprisoned yourself; abused your magic to the point that it has locked itself inside of you. Who knows if or when you’ll be able to use it again.

A devastating thing.

And yet…

He sits the cross legged, head leaning on his hand. Dark eyes watch you intently. But the rest of him has reaction to you. No surprise, no hostility. All cool and calculating. Until.

It’s overwhelming, that pull. The longing replaced with want. It almost takes your breath away, as you push yourself to your knees. An oppressive need to reach him making it hard to do anything else but focus on the being in front of him.

He feels it too. A straightening in his back, a cocking of his head, and a widening of his eyes. You are hear it faintly. A faint huff, a chuckle maybe. Where you are overcome with the weight with the realization, he seems simply content a little amused perhaps.

Still, you allow yourself to nearly sob out the words,

“It’s you.”

He responds in kind.

“And here you are.”

What would you call it? A drawl perhaps. The way that he caressed each letter, and every word was calculating. Slow and drawn out. Like thousands of thoughts and possibilities were happening all at one, and they all hinge on the words that he would say next.

You watch him rise to his feet as elegant and deliberate in his movement as he is in his speech.

He steps toward, moving with purpose toward you.

His hands are tucked spartanly behind his back, and you faintly register the sight and sound of a small, crushed piece of metal in his hand dropping to the ground.

A slight distraction that causes you to be momentarily aware of your surroundings. A destroyed workshop you surmised. The hint of tinkering and invention in this metal room. But you have no way to invest more energy into understanding your surroundings.

Quickly, he’s in front of you in all of his weight and glory. His colors purple and green painted on a strange weighty metallic suit.

He looks down at you with curious eyes. He’s thinking again. Unlike you he’s not caught all off guard by all of this. Seemingly you were expected. This was expected.

His gloved hand reaches out and for a moment you think he’s reaching down to help you up.

Instead, he my moves his hand to the top of your head and strokes from the top of it down to the bottom of your chin. You lean into to the soothing cool metal of his hand. He cups your chin between his thumb and forefinger and forces you to make eye contact with him.

He pulls you up, or rather you are willed upwards through means you are unaware of.

“How did you get here?” He asks. And while it is soothed over with his docile tone there is a directness in his eyes that lets you know that this is not a friendly question.

“A wish,” you say with a shrug of your shoulders. There is a scratching in the back of your mind. An agony that has been put on hold by your newfound fixation. You’ve cut yourself off from your very essence. A stupid choice.

His eyes look past you for a moment, and for a second, you’re sure that he’s frustrated with your vagueness. But he’s not. He’s wistful in the face as if he’s recalling a memory.

“Magic again, then.”

Again?

He reads the surprise on your face instantly. He releases your chin and grabs your wrists. The way he appraises your wrists it’s almost like he-

“Locked, then?”

He questioning face is more impassive than his eyes, which are barely controlled pools of irritation.

You nod mutely.

He let out an irritated click of his teeth as he turns away from you for a moment. His shoulders stoop. And you can hear the rumblings of growl in is throat.

His fists flex in anger.

For a moment your hearts twists with anxiety. An itch that lets you know that this man’s anger is devastating. World ending.

He turns around. A wry smile in place of an expected frown. He’s close to you again overwhelming you with his presence. His two hands dwarf you as he moves cup your face an in an affectionate hold.

His forehead presses to yours, eyes narrowing for a moment in observation.

You’re pulled taught at the action. The pulling that you always felt heaving you inches closer to the man.

“It’s no matter,” he says as his eyes flicker down obviously to your lips.

When had you cocked your head up to him? Or begun standing on the tips of your toes? How long had your sweaty plans been pressed against his chest?

The answers don’t come. Instead, they are pushed away as he kisses you deeply. A hand cups the back your head, as a sigh of relief races out from your lips.

Shoulders slack and eyes closed. Your unspeakable longing it seems is finally satiated. The pull between you still there feels more like a rope gone slack. Unnatural urging to unite the pair of you satisfied.

What a strange feeling.

He ends it by pulling away, head still pressed against yours. You are pleased when you open eyes to find that his are still closed. Lips parted slightly as he basks in your shared relief. A dark cloud banished by your union.

But the questions come to fill the void just as quickly as it appears.

Who was he? Where is this place? And how did he know about your magic?

Your delirious satisfaction keeps you from asking the questions but does not keep the confusion off your face. He looks at your warm flushed face with amused eyes and a chuckle,

“We have time.”

#kang x reader #kang the conqueror x reader #antman #marvel x reader #kang #kang the conqueror #mcu x reader #marvel mcu

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neganwifey25-blog · 2 years ago

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I swear kang x reader is like a drug for me atp

ooh, kang x reader where she's trapped in the quantum realm and he finds her, quickly becoming infatuated with her. she's kinda awkward at first but eventually warms up to him, because he's so loving with her and only her. basically strangers to friends to lovers. pleaseeeee.

OMFG IM SO GLAD THAT OTHER PPL LOVE HIM 😭😭 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Stuck

You have absolutely no clue how you ended up in… where ever this was.

You were stuck here, you learned after a while. Until you met someone, or two people.

“Hello…?” You said, as they both stood in front of you.

“You’re human.” One said.

“Uh, yeah.. I don’t know how I got here or where here exactly is.. do you know a way out?”

They both looked at each other and then back to you.

“Nathaniel.” The man said.

“Janet.” The woman said.

They seemed friendly. And they took you back ti their camp with them.

“You’re in the quantum realm. It’s a place without time or space.” The man explained, in easy terms. You don’t know where Janet went, but it didn’t matter. It had seemed like days you’ve been alone, so you didn’t care.

“So what are you guys working on, exactly?”

“We’re working on a way to escape the quantum realm. We’ve been here for a while now.”

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While Janet and Nathaniel worked, you took a small break. You sat and watched what looked like the sky. It was beautiful, you would admit. You’ve been here for what you assumed was weeks.

You heard someone coming up next to you and you turned your head. It was Nathaniel.

“Hi.” You said, and turned your head back.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He said after a while of silence.

“Yeah. Sometimes.. I don’t know. I just feel like sometimes I don’t wanna go back, Y’Know? Like no one’s waiting for me back there. And here at least I have…” you looked at the ground now.

“You know you can tell me anything.” He said, he brought his hand to your chin and directed your gaze to him.

He knew that you were destined to be together, all of his versions had fallen in love with you. No matter what you looked like or how you acted, no matter how different or how similar each version of you was, no matter if you were dead or alive, they all fell in love with you.

And he couldn’t help but feel the same way. He just hoped that you would understand eventually too, that you both were meant to be together.

“At least here I have you.”

He smiled, and he glanced back. Janet was not looking or paying attention to you guys.

You both leaned in for a slow, and passionate kiss.

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And when Janet betrayed him, and set the place and plans to ruin, he protected you like it was the last thing he’d do. He covered your entire body as you both went flying back.

You didn’t leave him when Janet said he wasn’t who he said he was. You stayed next to him the whole time.

You were really the one meant for him.

If he wasn’t in his weakest form, if he hadn’t just been banished maybe things would have been different and he could have protected you better.

You were still alive, thankfully. You looked up at him and he stroked your hair.

“Don’t worry, love, we will find another way out.”

#kang the conqueror x reader #kang the conqueror #ant man and the wasp quantumania #ant man and the wasp quantumania x reader

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togrowoldinv · 2 years ago

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In Another Life

Kang x Reader

Can the power of love save everyone from Kang’s wrath?

Note: SPOILERS FOR QUANTUMANIA! This follows his story in part of the movie, so be aware of that before reading. I’m putting the entire fic below the cut.

I got this idea stuck in my head and had to write it. Follow my library blog @togrowoldinvlibrary for fic updates! Enjoy!

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Betrayal.

That’s first word that you think of when you see his face. There’s a ringing in your ears. Your head is full of flashes of what he did in the past.

The man you thought you knew is no man at all. He’s a conquerer. He’s a killer.

He looks at you now. His eyes are void of emotion and yet his lips curl into a small smile. One that makes you remember why you love him so.

“Y/n,” he begins. “We can leave now. We can go home.”

The sound of his voice is jarring. It’s not like before.

Before, it was soft. It was heartfelt. When he first called to you, it felt like hearing your favorite song. You saved his life. Taking him in, you showed him how to survive in this realm.

But here he is now with a fire in his tone. The same body, but with a different persona.

“Let’s go home,” he repeats, pulling you from your thoughts.

The bright energy core hums under your fingertips. You can’t bring yourself to let go of it.

Kang sits, seemingly patiently, and watches as you contemplate your next words.

“I can’t let you do this,” you blurt out.

“Ah, what did you see?” He asks. But it feels more rhetorical than anything. He knows the answer.

You saw everything.

He stands and walks closer to you. You never noticed how much he towers over you until now.

“You don’t have to do this,” you tell him. “The man I fell in love with wouldn’t do this.”

Kang smirks and brings the back of his hand to softly brush your cheek.

“It was never real,” he says. Your hands begin to shake. He notices and continues. “It was a means to an end. And I have to say it worked out well.”

You take a deep breath and try to fight the urge to run away. The urge to cry.

“Please don’t do this. What about what we talked about? What about getting me home to my family?” You plead with him.

His eyes turn soft just briefly before returning back to being devoid of any feelings.

“I’ve seen the end. They need me,” he says.

“You will kill trillions of innocent people!”

“Innocent? No one is innocent!” He yells. “It is my job to do this. It is my job to correct the mistakes of the multiverse.”

Your head is spinning from his words. How could he be so passionately cruel, but yet have been such a great friend and lover to you?

“Give me the core,” he commands.

“I can’t.”

“You don’t have a choice,” Kang says.

You think for a moment. You think about the times that you spent with him. The countless hours of talking about life and trying to fix the core together. You had no idea it would end like this.

“There’s always a choice, Kang. You can make the right one here. You were exiled for a reason and-“

“Do not speak of it!” He interrupts you.

He surges forward and tries to push the core into the ship, but you pull it away before he has the chance.

Taking a few steps back from him, you hold it in your hands.

“Give it to me and I’ll send you home to your family. Your parents. Your siblings. They are waiting for you there,” he tries his best to convince you to give it up.

But you have to protect the people of the multiverse. No matter how much you want to see your family, you can’t give the energy core to him.

“I’ll just have to take it then,” he says, not giving you time to react before he’s invading your space.

You escape his grasp and fight him the best that you can. But you’re no match for him and he soon has you pinned on the ground. The core is in your hand that is pressed to your side. He takes it from you and walks to his ship. He looks at you on the ground and you see a sort of hesitation from him.

“This isn’t you. Please this can’t be you, Kang,” you beg. Your body aches from the way he took you down. Your heart aches for his love to return. “Please. You don’t have to do this. We fell in love! Please!”

“I already told you that it wasn’t real,” he says with a bitter tone. “This is what I must do.”

“It was real, Kang. We really sat together all of those days and talked about anything and everything. We worked on the core together,” you try anything to strike a chord with him. But he only pushes the core further into the ship. You sigh. “We made something out of nothing here! I really thought I would love you forever.”

At your words, he stops. He turns to you and it’s then that you notice tears on his face. You take this opportunity to walk towards him.

“I have to,” he says quietly. His voice sounds like the one that you know so well.

“You don’t. You can stop right now. You have the power to choose,” you say.

His hands drop from the core and you take his face in your hands.

“I don’t want this,” he whispers. “I just want to be okay.”

“As long as we’re here together, we’ll be okay, Kang. I promise.”

“I’ll destroy it,” he says. His head hangs low. “But first I need to send you home.”

“Kang, no.”

“Yes. I have to. Because-“ He shakes his head. You press your forehead against his. “Because I love you.”

His words cause tears to roll down your face. Of course it was real to him too. It always was.

You kiss him softly. He’s gentle in return and you wonder how he ever got so caught up in being a conqueror.

After a moment, he takes your hand and uses the core to create a portal for you to return home. After all of these years, it feels odd to leave this place.

“I’ll miss you,” you tell him as you turn around to see him one more time.

“I’ll be seeing you again,” he says with certainty in his tone. “In another life.”

“Goodbye Kang.”

“Goodbye y/n,” he replies.

You walk through the portal and watch as he crushes the energy core.

The portal disappears and you find yourself on the front doorstep of your home.

In another life perhaps he’s here with you, and you live happily ever after. But for now you will think of him always.

Love.

That’s what word comes to mind when you think of him.

Note: I’m open to writing more Kang in the future! I also loved Jentorra and want to write some fics for her too!

#kang x reader #kang the conqueror #kang the conqueror x reader #ant man and the wasp quantumania #kang

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torossosebs · 2 years ago

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I kinda need the he who remains fics too

look at this little bean

#mcu #marvel #disney plus #marvel x reader #jonathan majors #kang x reader #kang the conqueror #kang the conqueror x reader #he who remains #he who remains x reader

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im00flynn · 2 years ago

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Yandere Kang The Conqueror Headcanons

was this requested? No, but I wanted to say my headcanons for what it'll be like with a Yandere Kang The Conqueror so enjoy!

Warnings: Yandere, implied kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, Manipulation

You met in the quantum realm

Ever since he saw while taking over the realm, he has to have you

Takes you home to the center of the quantum realm where he lives

While he was trying to take you home, he had to knock you out because you kept trying to run away

You're locked in his bedroom when he's busy doing work

Watched by his guards 24/7

You've tried to escape, but you were almost successful (if it wasn't for the trail of guards on the floor that you defeated leaving a trail behind to show where you went)

After trying to run away numerous times, he starts to manipulate you

"You think the people out there will help you? They are ruthless people out there who won't be afraid to use and kill you."

"You're better off here, where it's safe than out there where you could get killed."

"You want to leave? Fine, don't come crying back to me when people try to kill you."

Around the time he manipulates you, the stockholm syndrome kicks in

You start to see him as a loving man whose love is the only love you need

He is beyond thrilled when this happens

All he wanted was you to love him the same way he loves you

Now that he has your love, you both rule the quantum realm together and reign Supreme

#kang the conqueror x reader #kang x reader #kang the conqueror fanfiction #kang the conqueror imagine #kang the conqueror headcanons

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neganwifey25-blog · 2 years ago

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Bro this series is too good 😭🫶🏾🔥👏🏾

I’m his what?

WARNINGS FOR ALL PARTS: SMUT(UNPROTECTED P IN V), LANGUAGE, SPOILERS FOR ANTMAN QUANTUMANIA, AND SOME ANGST. DO NOT READ IF A, YOU HAVENT SEEN QUANTUMANIA, OR B, SENSITIVE TO WHAT I JUST WROTE. But overall, enjoy!

SUMMARY: You and Kang are destined to be mine. If you aren’t with him, it cause a break in the timeline(Plus, you two are married) But when Janet explodes his core, takes you away from him and erases your memory of him, he goes into a rage that you’re gone, not in his arms. He still believes that you still remember him and he’a trying to find you through your wedding ring. But what happens when you go back to the Quantum Realm and he finds out about you not remembering?

KANG X BLACK! READER

PART 1

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU CAN’T FIND HER?” Kang yells. MODOK flinches. “Well sir, she’s not very easy to find. You did block every tracing device from finding her. Everything.”

Kang inhales. “Just… find her or I will kill you.” MODOK quickly hovers away and Kang looks down at his wedding ring, remembering the day you both were wed.

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“Nathan! Stop it!” You giggle. He bites down on your sweet spot making you whimper. “Why?” He says, kissing down your neck. He lifts the strap on your dress and kisses your shoulder, making you move a little. “Because we are in public. Please behave!” He laughs and whispers in your ear. “I can just fuck you in the middle of public here and nobody would give a damn.” You gasp and push him away and stand up to walk somewhere else, but he grabs your waist and pulls you back in his lap. “Where are you going?” He says playfully. “Away from you!” You laugh. “You can never get away from me sweetheart. Never.” He growls and kisses your cheek playfully again.

Oh how wrong was he.

A tear trickles down his face as he remembers you. He remembers everything about you. What you liked, what you didn’t like. The way your beautiful brown skin looked in the light, your h/c curls that he always played with when you would sit with him. Your e/c eyes as you looked at him. He wipes the tear away and composes himself.

He’s the all powerful Kang. He’ll find you soon. People that he wants to find usually show up on his radar.

Making deals that he wouldn’t hold up to is his thing. Especially people that have liabilities. Just like Scott. Pathetic man really. Would do anything to save his daughter. He watches as Scott dives into the broken core and waits. And then MODOK starts talking and rambling which pisses him OFF. “Why are you talking right now? I’ve told you-” “Someone found y/n.” Kang stiffens. “Where?” He feels his heart swell. You’ll be back in his arms soon. You’ll run back to him, and everything will be okay.

“In one of the bars. But people have reported that she-” MODOK clears his throat and stays silent. “That she what?” Kang says. “Nothing sir.” MODOK says. “Don’t lie to me.” He says. “They say that she doesn’t know who you are.” MODOK says.

I really hope you liked it! I changed the name because it didn’t really fit my plot! Parts 2 and 3 will be out soon!

#Marcel #kang the conqueror #kang the conqueror x reader #johnathan majors

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