Domestic Life With Loki

Being A Singer Who Is Part Of The Marvel Cast

Pairing: Marvel Cast x reader

Prompt: What it’s like to be a singer who is also a Marvel actress.

Warnings: none! This isn’t really a teen!reader, but it can be!

Side note: I’m using Ari’s music, so just pretend you’re Ari or something😂😂 Should I write imagines about this?

(Ya’ll already know I had to use my bby Ari😌)

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Being a singer and joining the MCU was actually quite nerve wracking.

You weren’t sure if anyone would take you seriously and that everyone would just see you as some singer who got casted into the movie because you were well known.

In fact, Kevin Feige casted you because you represented the character you were auditioning for so well.

You remember your first day on set and how nervous you were to be surrounded by so many talented actors. You kept to yourself and sat by the sidelines while everyone reunited with each other.

I feel like Mark or Robert might come up to you first. They would probably approach you and be all like, “Hey! My kids listen to your music and I have to listen to your voice 24/7! It’s nice to finally meet you!”

Anthony would probably join in and be like, “Aye, I know you from the radio. You sing that one song that’s goes like, ‘I want it, I got it’. Right?”

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Thunder [Gally]

Gally x fem! reader

Summary: The reader is afraid of thunders so Gally helps her with that. Kinda

Word count: 306

Warnings: none

Gally felt uncomfortable when your legs entangled with his under the covers. It was more than obvious that Gally had never experienced sleeping next to someone, so that gesture made him uncomfortable.

He tried to pull away a little, but you clung to his shirt and he gave up.

There were thunders at the glade and you could even see the sky light up from the lightning. You jumped up as thunder struck very close to the place where you were sleeping; you walked over to the boys’ sleeping area and, kicking Gally lightly, asked him to let you sleep with him

“It’s just a thunder, go back to sleep” he told you with no intention of leaving you a space next to him. However he noticed the fear in your eyes and clucking his tongue he made you some you space. “I guess we can sleep together just for tonight.”

You nodded and that’s where Gally knew he had made a mistake cuz immediately after you had fallen asleep, your whole body began to move closer to his and therefore invading his personal space. It didn’t bother him at all cause the contact felt good, but the feeling of sharing his things with someone else seemed a little awkward to him.

“Well” he said in a whisper “I guess everything mine is yours now.”

Then he felt the need to put one of his arms over your shoulders and another over your waist in a protective embrace, deciding that he would be there to take care of you always.

Your body was able to relax and soon the uncomfortable feeling was gone. You smiled between dreams and squeezed his body even tighter with yours.

Yeah, Gally could get used to that for the rest of his life.

Don’t Be Shy (Felix x Reader) || Part 3

Warnings: None 

Word count: 3067

A/N: Wow ok this took me a long time to update. Better late than never I guess? Hope you enjoy!

Also posted on my A03

You had realised over the past week (over the seven days Felix had avoided you) that what you felt for Felix was stronger than just friendship.

Upon reflection, it had become clear that you’d had these feelings all along and simply chosen to ignore they were there, slowly growing stronger with every day that you and Felix spent together. 

It wasn’t hard to convince yourself that your heart fluttered for no particular reason when he smiled at you, or that the silent desire to impress him when you trained was out of competition and not because you secretly loved the way he looked at you with pride when you outmanoeuvred him. 

Or simply when he looked at you. 

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Headcanon for Steve’s top 5 kinks? I love your headcanons 🥰

Masterlist Of My Works

A/N: Thanks, anon! Oh, and just letting everybody know, this is only how I personally interpret the character. Obviously there is no way to know whether this is canon or not; it’s all just for fun!

Size Kink - Let’s face it, Steve spent a very large portion of his life always being the smallest kid around. Growing up, he probably felt very emasculated knowing that his future girlfriend/wife would most likely be taller and stronger than him. So when he gets the serum, he’s absolutely thrilled. He knows that he can be much larger than his girl now, because let’s face it, the man is huge. Steve loves how much smaller you are than him, and he’ll always make sure to remind you of it. Hushed whispers of, “Look at my tiny little doll,” and “You’re so small, baby, I don’t even know if big cock is gonna’ fit inside you,” are constantly things that he’d say during sex. And even if you’re a bit on the taller or heavier side, just the thought of him knowing that he’s much stronger than you is enough to get him going. This man is a super soldier and he definitely won’t let his girl forget it.

Daddy Kink - This is something that Steve would’ve had no clue about before you mentioned it to him, but over time, grew to love it so very much. He loves just how adorable and innocent you look when you call him by that name, and it’s completely his nature to be protective and nurturing towards his girl. Steve gives the biggest soft dom vibes ever, so the title ‘Daddy’ would totally be perfect for him.

Spanking - This kink is amazing for Steve because it involves the two things that he craves most; being a disciplinarian, and your sweet, sweet ass. He loves the little noises that you make when his hand comes down on your bum, and absolutely adores seeing you all red and marked up when he’s done. Though don’t worry, he’ll always rub lotion on your butt at the end of a session, not wanting you to be in any actual long-lasting pain.

Breeding Kink/Pregnancy Kink - This is something that Steve wouldn’t have released he has until he sees you pregnant with your guy’s first baby. Back when he was younger, the man was almost certain that he’d never find a wife who cares about him, let alone ever have children with him. So now that he sees you all swelled up with his baby, it’s an addicting sight. It almost brings him a feeling of pride or possession; one that gives him so much satisfaction. He loves knowing that the child you’re carrying belongs to himself, and he loves that other people know it too. Plus, you look more than beautiful with a pregnancy belly.

Stockings - Steve absolutely loves seeing his girl wearing thigh-high stockings, especially a nice pair of white ones. Bonus points if they have bows at the top. The whole idea of nylons just reminds him so much of the olden days, and your legs look sexy as hell in them. It’s a win-win situation in his book.

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Change - Sheldon Cooper

Pairing: Sheldon Cooper x Reader

Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Leonard Hofstadter, Howard Wolowitz, Raj Koothrappali

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 605

Author: Hannah

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Promises Don’t Last Forever

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader

Summary: where stiles has a girlfriend he tries to keep out of all the werewolf stuff but one day she gets caught in the crossfire

Warnings: blood, attempted angst, sad stiles

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It seemed to happen in slow motion.

One second you were calling out to Stiles overtop the commotion going on, and the next you felt a red hot slash being ripped through the soft flesh of your side.

“Y/n!” Stiles screamed, the battle came to a standstill. He stumbled over to where you fell to the ground, dropping to his knees and hovering over you, quickly assessing the damage and immediately noticing the large blood stain pooling from your side. He slowly peeled up your shirt to reveal three long slashes that were cut deep.

“No, no, no, no,” he shed his flannel shirt off and pressed it into your abdomen with shaky hands, trying to halt the steady flow of blood that seeped from your wound. You hissed and tensed up at the contact, grabbing his wrist but trying to keep your expression calm and breathing steady.

The rival pack the fight was against had taken off at the first sign of a distraction. Not wanting to stick around to see how angry this rag tag group could really get when it came to someone hurting one of their own.

There was too much blood, his attempts not working as he cried out for the rest of the pack to call an ambulance, but deep down he knew you were surrounded by the dark woods out of the reach of immediate help. His heart was being torn in two and there was nothing he could do in his power to stop it.

You came to the slow realization of how this was going to end.

“Hey, hey Stiles look at me,” your hands reached up to cup his face. He leaned into the touch, closing his eyes as tears slipped down his cheeks. You wiped them away with your thumbs and gave him a small smile when his eyes fluttered back open. “It’s okay, I’m not in pain.” And it was true, the blood loss was making you tired along with the rush of adrenaline that was fading from the fight that happened moments before. Derek’s grip on your ankle and the black veins traveling up his arm could also be attributing to the lack of pain you felt, for that you sent him a weary half smile.

The other members of the pack either stood around still on guard or sat surrounding the couple in a protective loose circle.

“You can’t die now, you can’t leave me.” Stiles choked out through a torrent of sobs that wrecked his frame.

“You’ll be okay.” You promised as you used your remaining strength to press your lips to his. His body reacted quickly, pulling you closer and giving you a passionate kiss in return, knowing this could be your last.

“I love you, Stiles.” Your hands ran through his soft hair trying to provide any source of comfort.

“Yeah I mean who doesn’t.” His attempt at a joke only left more tears streaming down his face, you gave a short laugh then winced when it caused pain to stab into your side. “I love you, too. So, so, so much.”

He could tell you were struggling to hang on to whatever life was left running though you, “It’s okay, you can let go. I’ve got you.” He reassured, rocking you back and forth.

With his final words you nodded smiling and closed your eyes, feeling safe nestled into him, not even caring about the fading consciousness you were experiencing. All you knew was Stiles was there with you and that was all that mattered.

—

He watched your eyes close for the last time and felt the final breath leave you. “You should of taken me instead, do you hear me? Giver her back and take me instead!” Stiles cried out over your limp body. His face was completely broken as he gazed down upon you. His mind began to wonder to how he’d never hear you laugh at his smart remarks again, or have Friday movie nights where you tried your hardest to stay awake but without fail always ended up snuggled into him and out like a light, or how he’d sneak you out in his jeep in the middle of the night to stargaze while talking about anything that came to mind. Memories flashed through him while he held you flush against his body.

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“I could stay like this forever.” He murmured into your hair while you stared up at the night sky.

You laughed at the feeling of his breath on your neck, “I wish we could, this night is perfect.” You rolled over to face him, you noticed he turned shy as you gazed into his eyes. “What is it?”

He mumbled something you couldn’t hear and then fumbled around in his pocket. He jerked his hand out of his jacket pocket and the small object he’d been digging for went flying into the field that was surrounding you.

“Smooth Stiles, smooth.” You both laughed as the two of you searched for the object. He found it quickly then made you close your eyes and hold out your hand. You did as told and felt a ring being slid into your finger.

Opening your eyes you saw the silver band Stiles had been so nervous over giving you.

“It’s a promise ring, you know cause like we can’t get married right now cause we’re too young, but I want you to know that I’d like to some day eventually. I’d like to get married to you, have some dogs maybe a couple of kids, then grow old together. I hope you don’t think it’s boring or stupid or whatev-“

You silenced his quick mumbling with a long kiss to his lips, your hand coming up to the back of his neck.

“Well then I’d say it’s safe to say you liked it.” He said after you pulled away breathless from the kiss.

“I love it Stiles, and I love you.”

The remainder of the night consisted of you two planning what kind of dog you would adopt and wondering if Scott would be mad if you named it after him.

In the end you decided it didn’t matter as long as you were all happy.

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“Please, please,” were the only words that came out as he pressed his forehead to yours, begging for any sign of life to come back to the still warm body he now cradled against his chest.

The woods fell quiet.

“Hey,” Scott tried out gently, setting his hand on Stiles shoulder. He had tears threatening to burst over, but tried to stay strong for his best friend. Losing y/n was going to take a toll on the whole pack. “Stiles, we need to get her somewhere, can’t just let the two of you sit out here forever.”

The rest of the pack gathered around as Stiles nodded, sniffling. Reluctantly he stood up, bringing you with him and holding you bridal style in his arms. Derek offered to carry you back but Stiles refused, not wanting to let go of you for even a second.

They walked in silence back to the jeep. No one else dared ask Stiles if he needed help.

He laid you down in his lap in the back seat of his jeep. Your cheeks had the lightest bit of color left to them, but it was quickly fading. His hand brushed the wet and tangled hair back away from your face while he gazed down at you. His shirt that was wrapped around you was ruined as would be the back seat of his beloved Roscoe but he couldn’t find it in himself to care in the least. He held your hand that was adorned with a silver promise ring tightly, knowing that if he let go he’d break down again and have to accept that you were really gone. No, he could live in his little fantasy for a bit longer, you were sleeping and on your way to the hospital to be checked out after encountering a wild mountain lion. Nothing serious, just a scratch. He imagined you’d be up and better by the weekend. Maybe he could plan a nice dinner for the two of you or find a beach to go set out at for an afternoon. He could practically hear you fussing at him to put on sunscreen already and then complaining when he splashes you.

Yes, he decided, you were going to be alright.

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Well it’s something I guess. Still not good at titles.

Mate

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Here you go with another one, super fluffy + little angsty! 

• I don’t own any of Sarah J. Mass’ characters or any of her plots, I’m just a fan having fun. Also I do not own the images. This is story is mine though, so please do not copy •

WARNING! Nightmares, blood mentions.

Y/N P.O.V.

The sun warmed our backs. I glance to my side, to see my Azriel’s profile. The slightly crooked nose, the high cheekbones, the shadow of a stubble on his jaw. Turning fully, I move to sit in his lap and stare into his chocolate eyes.

“My mate.” — I say as I trace his beautiful features — “I love you, Az”.

 Happiness fills my heart as he smiles at me, but a black winged figure heads straight at us. I glance at it, and terror dampens my senses. Attor. A single one, in our direction baring two swords at his side and a murderous smile on his pale lips.

“There’s an Attor coming, we have to go.”

I stand up grabbing Azriel’s hand, but he stays motionless and gives me dazed grin. 

“Az? We have to go!” 

Nothing. The evil creature flies faster and faster.

“Az, let’s go! Please, get up we have to move!”

I grab his face, tugging on his arm, begging pleading praying for him to run. I grab his chin yelling at his face. My throat is raw and dry, and my voice breaks. I kneel before him, touching his forehead on mine.

“Please, my love. I can’t leave you. We must go —”

A spear pierced his stomach. The Attor, now behind him, raises his other sword, and abruptly, an invisible force holds me down. I can’t move. I trash inside my head, forcing my limbs to move but nothing happens. 

I find myself forced to watch the blade cut Azriel’s throat, his blood shining and dripping down. I scream again. Over and over and over. His limp body falls back, the Attor nowhere be seen. I try to stop the bleeding and my lips pray to the Mother for help, for a way out of this hell, for anything.

Grabbing his face, I beg even more.

“Az, Az Azriel don’t leave me. Stay awake, please. Don’t die on me, you won’t, you can’t.”

Tears stream down my eyes and it becomes hard to breathe. Air doesn’t come inside my lungs, and I scramble away from his still body. Panic drowns me, as I turn around running away from this hell… only to stumble into the Attors blade.

I look down to blade impaling me and —

Azriel’s P.O.V. 

I walk into the cozy apartment, dark from the night outside. Hearing Y/N’s  calm breathing from the room, I assume she’s asleep. Dropping Truth-Teller on the table and my jacket on the couch, I roll my shoulders, the muscles tense and stiff.  A few minutes later, I drink a cup of tea leaning against the kitchen’s counter, when a crie pierces the quiet night. I bolt towards her room, sword in hands, bursting through the door. I find her writhing in bed, tangled in the blankets. A nightmare. Leaving the blade on the floor, I slowly approach her figure. The cries worsen, turning to an almost screaming, and my heart breaks. 

“Please, my love. I can’t leave you. We must go —”

Touching her gently, she flinches away, scared and still asleep.

“ Y/N, you have to wake up.” I speak softly, but to no difference. 

Grabbing her shoulders, she trashes against my hold, and cries more. 

“ Az, Az Azriel don’t leave me. Stay awake, please. Don’t die on me, you won’t, you can’t.”

My eyes burn, and I speak louder.

“Y/N, you have to wake up. This is a nightmare, open your eyes. I’m here, my love.”

Suddenly, she stops moving and her pleading cries turn into broken sobs. Tears stream down her face, and I roar her name. 

Her eyes open, startled and scared, and meet mine. Her breathing falters, and a dam bursts in her. Flinging herself at me, holding me with desperate hands she cries loudly. I don’t ask what happened and we stay there with a strong hold around each other. 

“I’m your mate. I’m here.” 

I repeat it over and over, and after some time, her tears stop. Pulling back to meet my face, she lays her hands on my cheeks.

“You’re here.” 

“ I am.” 

She lets out a relived breath.

“ I had a nightmare. An attor was there, and he k-killed you and then h-he —

“Y/N. I’m here. I’m fine” 

Her hands slide to my throat, touching so lightly, and head towards my stomach. She stays quiet.

“Are you alright, mate?” 

A small smile tugs at lips.

“Do you want a hug, mate? Or perhaps some tea?”

She huffs a laugh.

“Aha! I know what you would like very much. Do you want a kiss, mate? I could give one, you know, but only with a price.”

“Oh really? You don’t say… making me pay for your kisses, that is just evil. I will go bankrupt because of that.”

“I do not have the intention of asking for money, mate. I want two very simple things. The first one is an answer. Are you alright?”

“A little better. Not much.”

“Okay… we can fix that, can’t we mate?”

I say with a reassuring smile.

“Now for the second. This is the hardest thing in the world. It will be a very big challenge, but you must try in order to get a kiss. Give me… a smile.”

Her eyes glint, and she assumes a serious face. 

“Well, mate, this is indeed a challenge unlike any other. But, for you, I must give a try.”

And then, she just smiles. And the world shines. 

Laying her down softly, our breaths mingling. I kiss her lips lightly. Lifting her head more, eyes closed, she seeks another one but I back away slightly.

She opens her eyes, and a playful gleam shines in her eyes.

“I am outraged, I bought a kiss! I only got a peck, you little liar.”

“You want a kiss, mate?”

“Of course, mate. I was promised one, after all”

“Well, I could give you one, you know, but only with a price.” 

“Oh my! — she says with a giggle — What would that price be?” 

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Imagine: Being in a Poly Relationship with Harley and Joker:

I really hate how people refer to Bucky as The Winter Soldier in fan fiction unless he is currently been brainwashed or its referring to when he was brainwashed. Because Bucky Barnes did not spend the rest of his life fighting to prove that he wasn’t a killer or a bad person. Because Steve Rogers did not spend his life proving that Bucky was a good person and his best friend. JUST for Bucky to still be referred to as The Winter Soldier when he was BRAINWASHED for YEARS and FORCED to kill people while he was being told that he was doing the RIGHT THING.

Similarly it is NOT Falcon and The Winter Soldier, or Captain America and The Winter Soldier. It is White Wolf or Bucky or James or Sargent Barnes. JAMES. BUCKY. BARNES. IS. NOT. THE. WINTER. SOLDIER.

Imagine being a hero but Joker getting obsessed with you and trying to seduce you. Resulting in killing a man who disrespects you to prove his point.

“Why must I attract all the crazy guys?” you sighed, throwing your phone on the table and leaning back in your chair.

“Wait-” Diana looked at you with a frown “Didn’t you to use to be in a relationship?” she motioned between you and Bruce and you shrugged.

“Exactly what I meant.” you mumbled as Barry snickered and Bruce gave you a look.

“Not funny.” he mumbled, his attention back on the big screen in front of him.

“What crazy guy is it this time though? Do we know him?” Diana asked again and you chewed on your lower lip.

“Probably the craziest of them all.” you mumbled “Totally insane.” you whispered mostly to yourself, and oh how right were you.

“Insane” you whispered to yourself as you took a step out of the car and stared right in front of you “This is totally insane.” you breathed out staring at the familiar club’s sign.

“I must have gone insane too.” you mumbled to yourself, but you shook your head and decided to take the remaining steps to the front entrance.

You didn’t bother to stay in line and wait, instead you walked up to the bodyguards in the entrance. You didn’t know what their reaction would be, knowing as most people recognized and knew you as the superhero that would save them on a regular basis, and this was a place for criminals. They would surely not let you as easily, right? Well, wrong. The two men shared a look, the one mumbling something to other before they opened the way for you.

“Please, do come Miss (Y/l/n). Mr J has been waiting for you.” the one of the two said and they let you in as if you were some high class VIP. You couldn’t say that was the best thing considering you were talking about the one and only Joker and his minions.

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