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Most of what I write is Marvel but honestly, anything goes as long as I feel the challenge to try 😘. The majority of my fics are dark. Requests/asks are OPEN at the moment. As a reminder, I don’t write RPF. You’ll see one listed that was a challenge entry.
I also strive to be inclusive with readers and body types unless specifically noted. The majority of my fics are written for black women because, well, I write what I am 🥰 but I like people to insert themselves into the stories so my tags will be noted as such if I am making a particular piece a love letter to my melanin readers. Please read and respect them.
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[ U P D A T E D 1/31/2025] • I like my fics in alphabetical order so I’m in the process of moving things around. Thank you for reading!
divider by @firefly-graphics.
[as of 1/31/25 my masterlist is under construction while I try to streamline my content. please excuse the mess!]
You can find my mini-masterlists here:
ANDY BARBER
ARI LEVINSON
COLIN SHEA
CURTIS EVERETT
JAKE JENSEN
LLOYD HANSEN
RANSOM DRYSDALE
BUCKY BARNES
CAROL DANVERS
STEVE ROGERS
STEVE ROGERS / BUCKY BARNES
LOKI
THOR
CROSSOVERS
FIC RECS
CHALLENGES MASTERLIST
ARVIN RUSSELL
• You Go To My Head • A stranger at a diner with a violent past hitchhikes his way to Los Angeles in the 1960′s, intent on passing through until a small act of kindness from a waitress catches his eye and his heart.
[Anyone can read at the moment. Arvin Russell x Black Reader. There is fluff, some angst, mentions of time period racism.]
One, Two, Chapter Three is in the works
SAM WILSON
* Easy On The Soul • To the world, he’s the Falcon. To you, he’s Sam Wilson.
[Sam Wilson x Black Female Reader - anyone can read]
TONY STARK
• And Then There Were Three • Being Tony Stark’s surrogate starts off fine until he pays you a visit.
[Dark! Tony Stark x Pregnant Reader, no warnings needed]
AUGUST WALKER
Savage and an Angel
Fire in the Lungs
[18+ August Walker x Black Reader, smut, one-shot]
HENRY CAVILL
• The Pleasure is Mine • You’re back home from being on set, where you worked behind the scenes. You and Henry had embarked on a flirtation that finally comes to fruition when he answers a text from you after not hearing from you in a while.
[18+ Part of a challenge. Currently I am not not doing anymore RPF.]
Dark! Geralt of Rivia [Requested, 18+]
Bound in Time - Dark! Doctor Strange [Made Up Fic Title, anyone can read]
I promised @quethekillerqueen that I’d write another chapter of Digital Bath and I promise I’m working on it.
Previous
And here’s a little preview.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of Alpha/Omega dynamics
The click of the air condition gives you a moment to swallow, the kiss of steel at your throat still. One wrong move and you’ll bleed.
You know it.
He knows it.
“What I know about you?” Bucky asks, his breath skating against the shell of your ear, the knife prick suddenly gone. “You’re not as untouchable as you think.”
HIs hands, one warm and one cold as ice drag down your hips. His scent is overwhelming, enough for you to grit your teeth. It aches, your thighs squeezing together to get some relief but he parts them roughly.
“You think I’m going to let you get off while you snooped through my apartment? Scared off a potential mate so that you could lay a claim?”
His laugh cuts through the dark, low and cool.
“Not a fucking chance.”
You tilt your head up, still trying to search for him in the dark. It’s useless of course, the blackout curtains doing their job as you still feel him.
“What can I say?” you breathe. “I like the chase.”
“Which part? Where you ruin my concentration and I’m thinking about bending you over the nearest surface? Or how if I would have caught you in that club that you’d be wrapped around my knot and begging to let me puncture that little mark so that you’d keep me addicted?”
There’s a rip. A quick tear of a flimsy pair of panties that you’d slipped on right before your shower. He’s in front of you now, hand on your jaw.
“Addicted,” Bucky growls out. “Not the right word.”
He leans in to kiss you. Hard and with enough force to make an involuntary sound slip from your lips.
i’ve been off tumblr for a hot minute so please don’t take this with pressure or anything, but have you talked about heart of glass since the last update?
I’ve been adding little bits and pieces to what I’ve been writing for them.
So funny you asking if anyone still reads your blog. Your writing is amazing and my fav was redemption but since the last time you updated I realized I don’t even like men and have come out as a lesbian. Just made me chuckle because oh how times have changed. 😆
Oh, thank you so much!
I need to finish Redemption and times have changed but you have good taste ;)
Life got busy so I’m a little behind but @qveendiorsworld linked this picture for my gif post writing prompts and I promised an update AND it comes with music.
gif by @t-lostinworlds (full set here)
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Words: 500
Warnings: 18+ because of my blog but tame for the first part.
Summary | Making amends means going out of his comfort zone.
You’re just out of reach.
The bass is loud. Loud enough that it vibrates through his clenched teeth as his gaze follows your body through the crowd. There’s enough alcohol in your system that you’re loose limbed, lost to the music, your hands held above your head, hips swaying.
He shouldn’t be here. This much he knows. Not with how you’ve ignored his texts and phone calls, done with his other priorities. He knew he would find you here, lost in the music, your dress black and short, skimming your thighs as his vibranium hand clenches down on a fleshy shoulder and pulls them away from blocking his view.
There’s a protest before the guy realizes who it is - who he is - and he disappears from view, scoffing with embarrassment.
Not that he cares.
Because he doesn’t.
The female voice threads through the speakers as your head moves back and forth, eyes closed and so gone that you don’t see him coming.
But you feel him.
His hands settle on your hips, your eyes opening briefly before his mouth his against your ear.
“Before you say a word,” he starts. “I’m sorry, baby.”
Your eyes meet his, the music still swirling around you both when you bare your teeth at him, spinning away from him before you grab his hand.
He lets you lead him away from the dance floor and down a darkened hallway. It smells like stale beer and discarded cigarettes but it barely registers when you push him up against the wall, his back hitting it with a soft thud.
“You think you can just ignore me?” You snarl, your hands on his chest, pressing hard. “I came here without you and I can leave without you.”
He knows you could.
He says nothing, watching your chest rise and fall with adrenaline. You’re pissed and he hates that it’s his fault but he loves seeing you like this.
“I should go back out there and find the next guy I see and -”
He turns you so quickly that you’re breathless, your back hitting the wall as his hand cradles your head so it doesn’t hit the wall.
“Say it,” he warns. “Next guy you see and what?”
You tilt your head up defiantly.
”I’ll…”
You’re bluffing and he knows it. His free hand cradles your jaw, enough for you to look him right into his eyes.
”And then I’d come after you. That’s what you want, right? To be seen,” he says, his lips brushing against yours. “To be cherished.”
You swallow.
”Maybe,” you whisper. “I thought I had it once.”
He kisses you then, not gentle, not soft.
Possessive.
When he breaks the kiss, you look up at him, your fingers still holding onto his shirt.
“You wanna come home?” he asks. “Be mine again? For good this time?”
He lifts your hand to his mouth, kissing your knuckles.
Hi. I just re-read rasa for the first time in a while. I have a question was there supposed to be a storyline about the reader giving Tristan drugs, its alluded to but did she really do that or was Thor trying to frame her? Also why does Thor want to replace Jane? Is she just not controllable or she lost her fire that attracted Thor?
Thanks in advance ☺️
Oh man, a rasa ask!
Is Thor behind it?
Jane is not at all controllable. And she’s a girl’s girl!
