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Coming from a black woman, looking for actually neutral/diverse fics on Tumblr(of all sites) is hell, besides Wattpad which is the underwold. Why you ask? Cause each category is dominated by a certain type, especially White/Caucasian as the standard/average. I'm not trying to be seen as close-minded with these statements.

Example: You search Chubby! Reader / Curvy! Reader, its mostly smut instead of fluff or angst, particularly monster smut. Or vice versa, you search for (neutral) monster smut, but mostly get Chubby! Reader / Curvy! Reader, or at the very least implied, along the lines of and I quote: 'only your fat p*ssy can take them anyway'.

Example: You search Black! Reader / POC/WOC! Reader, its mostly smut again instead of fluff or angst. And even then, its not much of a difference compared to a truly neutral reader. Though there are also too many times where everything is HEAVILY stereotyped, like the overuse of AAVE and how reader/chars acts more assertive/aggressive.

Not to mention, how items are tagged. If reader's appearance or name is described, its NOT an 'x Reader', but now an insert/OC. 'Well I wanted reader to have straight black hair, green eyes, and fair skin cause I have those traits-' NO. Cause I did NOT flush pink. Or perhaps when I read smut, but reader is coded to be on chubby side which was not labeled.

Overall, I just wish I didn't have to go out of my way to read a certain! reader type just to get the bare minimum, or worse, see none / barely any. I just find it odd how POC/WOC! Reader, Chubby/Curvy! Reader, and Diverse! Readers seem more.. sexualized. Or how it seems the only time we're included that it is indeed for smut and nothing else.

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Masterpiece

Pairing: Loki X Curvy!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 703

Warnings: Suggestive theme, once or twice.

A/N: This was requested by @lucacangettathisass, and I really hope I did well on this! Tell me if you would like it revised or etc and I’ll be sure to do that right away. Enjoy!

Requests are still open, everyone!

Loki towered over you. Lean and tall, he usually towered over everyone, but he especially towered over you. You were unsure if you liked that or not. On the pro side, that means that he was the perfect height to reach all the annoyingly high stuff on shelves (this world is anti-short, damn it), but on the con side, he either had to physically pick you up to kiss you, or you had to climb him like a tree or over furniture in order to reach him. He always chuckled and held you close, calling you "absolutely and totally cute", and you would wriggle out of his grasp and grimace at the word cute. "Excuse you, but I am positively terrifying, not cute." You showed off your teeth and he would just laugh, showing off his own, much sharper ones, which always scared you a little. "Oh shush dearest, these teeth are only for your loving.." He would say before you would both forget when exactly the topic of teeth came up, but you would wish the conversation would come up more often. This time, however, you covered up immediately in the sheets, all the way up to your chin, Loki catching his breath besides you. After a few moments, he looks over at you and chuckles. "Take those damned bed-things off of you, I want to see all of my marks on your body.." he murmured in your ear, reaching to take them off, but you chuckled as you politely took his hand off. He looked at you with a bit of hurt and worry in his eyes. You noticed that sometimes when he looked at you, and you always hated it. It was like he really saw something in you, an emotion or a memory you wouldn't want him to see, and the hurt wasn't for himself but hurting for you. He wished to never see you hurt, and you felt both privileged and overwhelmed to see and know that side of him intimately. "Y/N, what's wrong?" he says softly, but you know it wasn't a question. He would continue to ask until you told him. You thought of lying, but wasn't sure lying to the God of Lies was quite a good idea. "I-I don't know Loki. I was just out training with Nat today and...I wish I could do what she does. The way she moves is so elegant, she just moves like she has no weight in the orld, she can just flit through crowds and buildings like she's nothing, but I'm just unable to do that. I have to slide or push my way through things, and forget about crowd work. I just feel so...big when I'm around her and seeing my body like that makes me hate it." You feel it all coming out of you at once. You had been feeling that ever since you came to the Tower and started training with Nat, but now it was wearing down on you. Loki sighs next to you, and you bite your lip. Did he think you were a whiner? Did he agree with you? Oh gods, you weren't sure if you could take it if he agreed with your emotions. "Y/N...I've covered every inch of your beautiful, womanly body in my marks. I've seen you in a dress that ended up being one of the many reasons I couldn't take my eyes off of you the whole night. I've seen you train and fight with Romanoff, and what she may have from her years of working as a spy and assassin, mind you," he smirks, "you have the same skill in eradicating the enemy head-on and not even letting a bruise come to some part of your ravishing body." he murmurs, and you blush, turning away from him but he takes your face in his cold fingers and faces you towards him, kissing you deeply. "You are never too big, as you so ineloquently said. You are the perfect size for any occasion, you're the perfect size for yourself. And if someone has a problem with it, we can take them down together, Now, come up against me. I still need to see my masterpiece.."

#loki x reader #loki fanfic #curvy! reader #loki (marvel)#request

Full on Love pt.1

Thor x plus size/chubby fem. reader

a/n: super fluffy. mentions of alcohol and getting drunk. Part 2 I’m hoping to add some smut, we’ll see. My first chubby/curvy/plus size reader fic! Also I prefer long hair Thor (I’m still sad over his new haircut)

Summary: The reader is new to the team. Thor can’t keep his eyes off of her.

“Good morning Thor!”

“Good morning Lady y/n, you are looking lovely as always.”

“Thank you.” you said, while continuing to mix the batter you were preparing.

You shook your head, smiling. He was always such a sweetheart. You had just got out of bed, wearing only a tank top and cute sleeping shorts. You weren’t sure what Thor’s idea of lovely is, but you thanked him anyway.

“I was about to make french toast, would you like some?” you asked, as he rummaged through the fridge.

Thor peeked his head over the refrigerator door, “I would!"

He closed the fridge with his arms full, carrying a carton of eggs, gallon of milk, coffee creamer, bottle of syrup, and orange juice.

This had become a typical part of your day, while most of the Avengers woke up early, you and Thor were always the first ones in the kitchen.

You were still finding your place within the group, and so far Thor had been the most welcoming. You tried being yourself around the rest of the group, but it had been easiest with Thor. Your attitude lately has been more shy and conservative. You had been feeling slightly self conscious for not being as fit as the rest of the team. You were soft and curvy, and if it hadn’t been for your powers you doubted you would be in this situation.

"Thor, hun, could you get the coffee started?”

You knew that eventually, the others would gradually join up in the kitchen, so you always made enough for everyone.

He nodded, getting the coffee beans down from the cupboard while eating a Pop-Tart.

“Would you like the other piece?” Thor offered, handing you the Pop-Tart left in the silver wrapper.

“I don’t want to spoil my appetite, how about I just eat half…” you broke off half and started eating it while getting the bread ready.

Soon after the kitchen smelled like cinnamon and coffee.

“Here, for you,” Thor announced proudly, setting a cup of coffee next to you. It was prepared just the way you like it.

You took a quick sip, “mmmm…That’s perfect, thank you.”

Thor grinned ear to ear when you placed a plate of french toast in front of him. Immediately, he drowned them in syrup.

Shortly, the rest of the Avengers appeared.

“Smells delicious in here!” Rhodey commented, helping himself to some orange juice. He started working out with Natasha and Clint now that his legs were doing better.

Still groggy Tony headed straight to the coffee pot, pouring himself a cup, and drinking it silently in the corner.

Steve wandered over to help you make enough french toast ready for everyone. While the rest of the group found places to sit.

When everyone else was all set, you made your self a plate.

“I’m going to take my breakfast upstairs and get ready for the rest of the day,” you said, feeling like you were showing too much skin in just your pjs.

As you headed out of the kitchen, you were oblivious to Thor, whose focus was on watching you leave the room in those short shorts, instead of finishing his breakfast. He stared at your figure until it disappeared from view.

Over the last few weeks everyone in the compound couldn’t help but notice Thor’s longing gaze at your direction, especially his interest on your posterior.

The way his eyes would linger on your hips as you sauntered out of a room, wasn’t very discrete to anyone around.

Most of his teammates were kind enough to ignore his not so subtle way of checking you out. The exception was Tony, who one day caught Thor staring at your ass for a long duration of time as you were bent over, and now constantly made sly remarks about it.

Fortunately, neither Thor or you understood what he was implying. However, the rest of the team were exhausted of hearing all the various ways he could say ass in a conversation.

Now that Tony had his caffeine he joined the rest of the group. “I hope everyone remembers that tonight is Avenger’s movie night, therefore I expect to see all your asses there.”

“Whose turn is it to pick the movie?” Wanda asked.

“Mine!” Sam said, “and we’re watching Ghostbusters 2!”

“I believe it is my turn for snacks,” Thor commented.

“Make sure someone else goes with you,” Clint suggested. “The last time all you bought was Pop-tarts and coffee.”

“Perhaps I’ll invite lady Y/n…"

Thor got up and put his dishes in the sink, then headed to your room.

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You pushed the cart along as Thor picked out various snacks and drinks.

"Lady Y/n, are these good?” he asked holding up a package of Redvines.

“Definitely, those are a classic movie candy.”

Thor grabbed several packages from the shelf dropping them into the cart.

As you headed down the next aisle you spotted your favorite drink, Yoo-Hoo, on the bottom shelf. As you bent over, Thor’s attention was drawn to you.

An elderly lady, coughed, as Thor stared at you. She managed to get his attention, when he looked over at her, she raised eyebrows and shook her head, making Thor feel like a child caught stealing.

He could never understand why mortals were so uptight when it came to things involving love and lust, especially considering how short their lives are.

“Hey, hun, we should get some popcorn. Movie night just isn’t right without any.”

“Of course,” he replied pushing the cart for you now that it was loaded down with junk food.

After checking out Thor looked over at you, staring with a serious expression.

“You ok?”

He blinked a few times, after realizing that you were addressing him.

“Ah yes, I’m fine. I wanted to thank you for coming with me.”

You gave him a quick hug, “No problem, Thor. It was fun.”

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Boxes of pizza, bowls of popcorn, several types of candies and drinks were scattered around.

All Avengers were spread out in living room. Movie night was all set.

Sam seemed pretty excited getting this chance to share one of his favorite movies.

Thor sat next to you on the couch.

Engrossed in the movie you picked up your drink without looking. The moment it touched your lips you realized that you picked up the wrong glass.

The taste was strong and bitter, and the small sip burned your throat as it went down.

Sputtering, you set the glass back down, “Sorry Thor, I accidentally took a drink out of your glass."

Thor chuckled, "That’s quite alright,” then he paused for moment, only to laugh harder. “Hopefully, the effects won’t be too strong for you.”

“E-Effects?” you stammered, worried.

Thor patted your head with his large hand, “Nothing so drastic, you just might be more intoxicated than you planned… Or have ever been.”

Your eyes went wide, just a sip of whatever he was drinking could do that. You were an honest, bubbly, and cuddly drunk, and fearing that you would embarrass yourself you decided to call it a night.

But as soon as you stood up, your legs felt like jelly. You collapsed back on the couch, giggly to yourself.

Your face started to feel warm as the buzz took over.

“You were right… I feel so tipsy right now!” you half whispered to Thor. You started to play with his hair absentmindedly, no longer entertained by the movie.

You sighed while observing him as he watched the screen. He didn’t seem to mind your odd behavior at the moment.

It was nice being able to look at him closely. His hair was so soft and golden and he had the most blue eyes you’d ever seen.

“You’re really pretty,” you muttered, “…like soo pretty.”

He smiled at you in response, and you smiled as wide as you could back.

“I think your quite pretty as well.”

“Psshhht,” you rolled your eyes and playfully hit his arm, “I think pretty is stretching it, I’m cute at best.”

Thor’s face went serious, like he was considering his next words very carefully, in a low voice he responds, “You are beyond cute and pretty, if I had to choose a single word to describe you… It would be ravishing. Your body represents a banquet for my eyes to feast upon every time I look at you.”

In your drunk state it took a while to process his words, but once they sunk in you felt your eyes begin to water and a grin spread across your face.

“Thor… That was the sweetest thing anyone has said ever!"

You groaned, realizing you were speaking louder than you meant to. "I’m way too drunk for this right now.”

You covered your face with your hands, feeling guilty about talking during a movie.

“How about I escort you up stairs, hm?”

“That would be nice,” you said accepting Thor’s offer.

Without asking, Thor immediately picked you up off the couch, “Lady Y/n is not feeling well, please excuse us.”

You buried your face in his chest out of embarrassment, why’d he have to tell everyone.

The group replied with nods and 'okays’ as they continued to watch the movie.

—-

You woke up the next morning feeling like you had been hit by a bus. Everything was sore and hurting. Even opening your eyes stung in your dark bedroom.

Your head started to pound harder as you sat up in bed. This was by far the worst hang over you’ve ever felt.

On the night stand, was a large bottle of Tylenol, a bottle of water, and a note from Thor.

'Dearest,

I hear these tablets help with any pain you might be enduring in the morning.

-Thor’

You smiled to yourself as you read the note, he really was the absolute sweetest.