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"Your greed sickens me."

"What?"

"You heard me," Rex shook his head with such disapproval, "First you had Eve, then Amber," he tutted, "and now you've got this Viltrumite hunk putting you through the ringer every night."

Mark stammered, shaking his head frantically, he could hardly get a word out in his defence. "At least save some for the rest of us poor saps," Rex huffed.

"He—we—I—" Mark's was grew redder and redder, "we're not like that!" You were very much, in fact, like that.

"Mhmm," Rex scoffed, "tell that to those hickeys on your neck." There were more than just hickeys from what Mark saw this morning, but he keeps quiet and chooses to die of embarrassment instead.

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Reader: *sliding between Ultimate Thor and Unworthy Thor* "Gentlemen, gentlemen, please, don't fight...not when there's so many other interesting things we could be doing together--hey--!"

Alternate Reader: *wrangling Reader* "Ignore him--"

Alternate Reader II: "Honestly, are all other versions of me a harlot--"

Alternate Reader III: "Excuse me, what did I do?!"

Ultimate Thor/Unworthy Thor: "......?"

Lmfao please, the harlot comment sent me so bad

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Unworthy Thor tho????? Gimme

For all his faults, self-perceived acursedness, and now well-reknown unworthiness, at the very least, he had you. Something apparently uncommon across the multiverse, as very few of the Thors present were accompanied by their versions of you. He could somewhat understand the amusement Loki garnered from pushing his buttons, as the pinched expressions mirrored across the lonesome Thors entertained him.

"What is it about you?" Thor turned to the question that emerged from the self-titled 'Ultimate Thor', "You carry no hammer, tarnish the name Thor," the Ultimate Thor gripped the handle of his hammer, jaw clenched, "and yet he remains at your side."

Thor's gaze drifted to you momentarily, you seemed in better spirits amongst your alternate selves, "Yes," he smiled, watching you excitedly talk to your selves, hands animated and smile wide. He turned back to the Ultimate Thor. He wouldn't pretend to pity the other - surmising, wherever this Thor was in life, he'd been honoured by your affection and craved its return - but for whatever reason, had been denied it.

"Why? You're a disgrace, a drunk," he sneered, sounding more like a child.

"And yet, I am loved," Thor countered smugly. "Can you say the same, Ultimate Thor?" He laughs mockingly.

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"Stay." Thor's grip is painfully tight, desperate to ground you in this universe and prevent you from leaving for another.

"Thor—"

"Just a moment longer," his other hand releases Mjolnir, leaving it to fall to the ground and taking your other hand, "I have been unfailry deprived of you." He lifted your hands to his lips and pressed kisses to the palms, uncaring of the power that threatened to burn at his being. "Please."

You falter, and he sees it. "One night."

"One week," he barters, "A month, perhaps a year?" What difference would it make to Eternity? His thoughts are bitter on the subject of the embodiment, but he didn't want to sour his first sighting of you in a near century.

His hand is rougher than when he'd last held you, the gold prosthetic was somehow as rough, and mirrored the grooves of his palm. Which you find yourself as familiar with as the touch of his lips on your skin. "A year," you agree, hardly fighting as he guides you back to Asgard.

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Can someone explain to me why Thor has less fanfic (in the reader category afaik) than most other marvel characters 😭??? I know the science behind making Loki and why he’s popular but I don’t understand why Thor isn’t??

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She doesn’t mean to be there when it starts, nor does she mean to stay. But the eye contact you keep with Madelyn as she’s stuck hiding in Homelander’s wardrobe is enough to freeze her in place.

While she’d self assigned herself as John’s surrogate alpha, she never could make him whimper like that. Much less make him let go of the chip on his shoulder and spread himself open like a good omega. John’s uniform was torn to shreds, with little else left but the cape wound tight around his neck like a leash. You tug at it softly, and coo at him as he keens. She hadn’t known he knew how to make those sounds.

Her surprise isn’t lost on you, and you smile at her, as though knowing she’d never been privy to anything of the sort from John. “How we doin’ sweetheart?” You ask, body pressed lower against his. John whines, he’s unintelligible and his tone shaky. “Hmm,” she thinks you understand something in that mess of words as you toss aside the cape and hold him down with your hand.

“Better?”

John makes a sound in agreement. It’s not lost on you when the envy pools inside her, and she’s thankful the smell of sex covers the acrid scent of spoiled milk that starts to emanate from her. Madelyn presses her legs against each other, she can’t help but imagine herself in your place. Years of trying to get John to roll over and present amounted to nothing.

She bit her lip, hand diving between her own legs. It’s not enough that she can hear him. She wants him pliant beneath her.

She wants him begging to be fucked by her.

She wants to sink her teeth into his scent glands until he’s writhing and begging to be released.

She wants him plump, swollen and carrying her litter.

She wants him.

She can smell it on herself as the spoiled milk dissipates from her scent, turning warm, and giving way to something that smells sweeter. She bites her bottom lip harshly when the trickle becomes a stream then a flood. She leans against the wall, pushing her fingers deeper as she chases after her own fantasies.

You could laugh at her irritation, but it was hardly of import. You spin John on your cock, and he scrambles to wrap his legs around your waist. His face is tear stricken, mouth agape and eyes pleading.

You press a thumb on his tongue and his lips also around it to suck. “Atta boy.” It’s hardly much to praise, but he looked so pleased with himself when he did it. You ran your tongue over his neck, coaxing his scent glands to produce more of his scent and he writhed in response.

“Quit teasing!” He whined, words muffled.

You laughed at his impatience, and sink your teeth into his skin. He bites your thumb hard enough for you to feel it. You remove your thumb from his mouth, and you hear Madelyn cuss out and punch the closet door as she hears John wail. You push until you draw blood, only then do you relent, lapping up the blood at his neck. Your tongue travels up to his jaw and cleans away the fresh tears that fall from John’s eyes.

He catches your tongue between his teeth and tugs. You take the hint and kiss him, “Maybe this one’ll stay longer,” he muses, biting your lip and tugging you back in for another kiss.

“You said you’d breed me,” John’s voice is soft, a pout no doubt.

You cradle his head as it rests in the crook of your neck, a hand massages his arse, both knots firmly plugging his hole. Your other three arms hold him close—the one at his head, another around his middle and the last on his back. John’s dazed out of his mind if he can’t hear her exit the wardrobe. Then again she only has view of your face.

“I’ll put as many babies in you as you want, sweetheart,” you assure, arms winding tighter around him as you kissed his head. A threat wrapped in a promise to her.

She doesn’t stay any longer.

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Omega!Reader purposely trying to drive Alpha!Jack Reacher wild with their pheromones and being a little disappointed it doesn't seem to be working at all

He eventually brings it up to Jack directly and he's like "Oh. That was deliberate? I didn't want to be presumptuous..."

Reader: "Oh, for--yes, Jack!"

Jack: "Oh!" *Pounces*

While you adored how much of a gentleman Jack was, you were very very close to just pouncing on him yourself. You'd been releasing sweeter notes of your scents, and it either managed to fly over his head or he was far too much a gentleman to infer you were failing to seduce him. When the third day goes by and he misses it, you pull him to the side and bat your eyelashes, "Jack, dear, I've been trying very hard to seduce you, and you're being too much of a gentleman."

He blinks, then makes a face, "Oh," he remarks with surprise, and you can almost see the gears in his head going, "I didn't want to be presumptuous—"

You stare back incredulously, "For the love of—yes, Jack!" He follows accordingly and rushes you towards the bed.

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What would bucky do if you woke him up in the night because you needed him so badly?

He’d probably be jumping for joy

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Could I ask for a smut/angst story where Homelander, an alpha, rejects Male Reader, an omega with whom he's secretly having a relationship, just after the alpha's heat, while both are still knotted together. The alpha only justifies it by saying that "it might ruin his image with a man of his type," which is explicitly stated.

The omega, of course, feels bad about this, and when the omega's heat approaches and the alpha offers to "help", the omega says he no longer wants to continue with the "friendship." And Homelander takes it very badly

“We—”

“No,” you interrupted, glancing away momentarily before clarifying, “Not we, me. Maybe you can do this without wanting a relationship, but I can’t. I can’t do this anymore,” you gesture to the space between you, pointing to him then yourself.

“What?” Homelander’s voice is strained, his expression pinched.

“Like you said, I’m not your type,” you said bitterly, “Go find some other omega your level.”

He doesn’t move. And you’re terrified how he’ll react, his scent turns sharp, bitter on your tongue, it emerges in waves and your eyes water at the strength of his anger.

Then he laughs.

An honest to God laugh that raises your hackles. He tilts his head too sharply and his mouth hangs open in a smile that held more threat than joy. You’re scared but not enough to step back on your words. Why should he knew you intimately but deny you equal footing?

“You think you can just decide that?”

“Yeah,” you meet his snarky anger and find yourself laughing at his audacity, “You care about your image more than me, I won't live with that.” He'd looked you in your eyes with the same boyish smile that had charmed you and likened you to a passing fancy, all the while his knot had still been snug inside you. What else did he expect?

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Forgot to say if a fic has the words Main AU Tag in the synopsis like this:

Then it probably has or will have more fics in future under the same tag, just search the Main AU Tag in my blog and you'll find all fics and drabbles in the same AU. It's to make my life and yours a lot easier finding shit.

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My slight pet peeve that’s been building up is that I can’t browse the Thor x Male Reader tag without finding fics from/about other characters. There’s very little fics for Thor in comparison to other characters I’M BEGGING please stop tagging every marvel character you can think of in the fic the way the tagging system on this site works it’s making it hard to find fics for Thor. This ain’t an issue exclusive to Marvel fics or Thor, I’ve seen it in other fandoms as well, I assume it’s to get reach but I gotta be honest it’s starting to tire me out a little 😭☹️

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Jack showing you his ass?

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“Little longer, baby,” you encourage, continuing to bounce your thigh at a steady pace, hands settled on the Doctor’s hips. Saliva caked the skin around his mouth, squiggly lines trailed to his jaw and followed the pattern of hickeys you’d left on his neck, then his chest.

You’d pulled apart his usual style of hair, leaving it almost as tussled as it had been in his tenth incarnation. His open shirt gave you a beautiful view of the mess you’d left on his upper torso thus far, and the sounds he made informed you of how he was doing—at the moment, he was tired, not enough to seek rest, it enough to grow impatient. His hands rested on the same thigh he rode, every so often he would glance up at you for praise and you would give it.

Occasionally, your hands would run along his body, kneading his arse, stroking his cock as it lay on your thigh. He loved that. Rutting into your palm so eagerly, the bow tie you’d snatched from his person was now securely on the base of his cock. He beseeched you with slurred words, desperately bouncing on your thigh, “Please?”

“Little longer, baby,” you repeated.

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Asking Jack reacher if you can have a peek down his boxers?

I think he’d oblige

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And if I said people tagging unrelated characters (and/or all the characters in the piece of media) in fics makes the tagging system worse what then? 🤨😭

MALE READER'S LISTEN UP...

WE NEED MORE MALE READER WRITERS ASAP!

95% of the fanfiction on all fanfiction places (Tumblr, Wattpad, AO3 ect.) is either straight ships or stories for female reader's or "gender neutral" readers with she/her pronouns through the entire story. Most of the male reader writers that we had have left or quite and we need more, I'm sick of re-reading the same stories over and over again and I have no talent, believe me I've tried writing on multiple occasions but can't. So please male readers or female readers who want to, please start writing male reader fanfiction.

For some of us this is our only escape from the struggle of Daily life, so please somebody out there start writing male reader content. 🥺

PLEASE! start taking requests for male reader stories (if it's smut, fluff, angst) please people, help a guy out here- I have so many amazing ideas that I have nothing to do with or nobody I can find to write them.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

And I mean anything (male x male reader or female x male reader) please somebody start taking requests.

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Your hand slipped and your body slid further to the ground, your minor annoyance goes unnoticed as Conquest remains focused on his mission to breed you. You’d long since run out of orgasms and cursed yourself a thousand times over for promising him anything he asked should he conquer all five planets in the star system before the next rotation. It seemed the greatest motivator as he’d returned to the command ship in under ten hours.

The floor would need replacing as he’d fucked you through the first two layers, the broken floor was rough, but hardly anything in comparison to the brutal pace his cock moved inside you. Each time you fornicated, he attempted to bury himself deeper inside you. It’s never enough.

You hold his head tight between his arms, mouths grazing against each other as you goaded him, “Is that the best you can do, pet?”

The endearment entices him, and he laughs, biting your lip to draw blood again, you whine and cry out as the grip on your hip grows dangerously tighter. “More.” He obliges, tongue lapping at your bloody lip, when that is not enough, he sucks on your tongue, nipping and tugging it between his teeth, drinking your saliva as though it were the sweetest nectar. In moments like these, you believed his assertions that he was drunk on you.

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Now that he’s been mentioned, I’m tempted to ask for a continuation of Bucky arm breaker, heart breaker, hole breaker.

Like what if reader tried to escape leave him…AGAIN.

Poor Bucky, he just wants to protect us.

I know he’s pulling out a ring so fast to trap Reader 😭