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1donoow · 2 years ago

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MCU REC

PT.3

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♡ - smut

Most of them are fluff

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<a/n>i somewhat explain why there's alot in my pin post

Peter(pietro) maximoff

miles morales

moon knight

khonshu

stephen strange

wade wilson

eddie brock (venom)

kate bishop

@elius-learns-to-write - Being Shy and Quiet but loving Horror movies

- being Thor's kid and being s sarcastic

- mum friend (teen!reader)

@rendevousz - the favorite (teen!reader)

@writerdream22 - wade's daughter and being avengers latest recruit

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peter(pietro) maximoff

@lanawinterscigarettes - Peter Maximoff with a s/o who's a witch

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spiderverse

@thewriterg - it's amusing love

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miles morales

@moonlit-imagines - repairing miles web shooters for him

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moon knight

@ughhheragain - falling for their therapist

@missdictatorme - playful pinch/slap on the booty

@ithebookhoarder - master of mystic arts!reader

@that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main - general steven grant hc

@thedaredevilsgirl - the red dress

@nghtwngs - the kiss scene

@bensolosbluesaber - moment

@universallycinematic - a living fantasy

@geo-winchester - fish killers

- wildest dream

@stormkobra-5 - Batons and Unicorns

@fanpageknight -Imagine being a well known artist who's hired by the museum to paint a huge egyptian mural and steven starts crushing on you.

@dont-feel-so-good-peter - nightmares

- sticky note mishap pt.1

- the morning after

- among the deities(avatar/soulmate!reader)

- late night cravings (witch!reader)

@luvr-bunnyy - enough

@rogueonestan - old wounds

@imaginestuffs - what you mean to me

@mamamilki - more steven hc

- Steven grant is head over heels for you

@bowieandqueen11 - living with steven granr would include

@multific - gods and monsters

@quicksilverownsmysoul - just a kiss

- sleepy morning

- after hours of you

- touch ups

- secret ♡

@starrys-night - marc spector nsfw alphabet

@obnoxioussmiley - seeing red

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khonshu

@venomous-musings - ___♡

@mykinkyyandere - husband

@snippychicke - moonstone pt 2

- gift

@inlovewithfictionalcharacters8 - When Khonshu gives you piggyback rides/carries you

@whiskehorange - what's so special?

@dragon-kazansky - khonshu being khonshu

- little piece of heaven

@multific - the priestess of the moon

@pleasantbutterfly - inner peace

@namjoon-koya - khonshu spending time with baby reader

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stephen strange

@girl-of-many-fandoms - i dont get jealous

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wade wilson

@ghost-soap - ___

@syiano - being taller than wade(m!reader)

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eddie brock (venom)

@quin-ns - fix it

@theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction - Imagine finding Venom raiding your pantry

@blank-slate-jay - What it would be like dating Eddie/Venom

@distortionbobble - sick day

@disasterofastory - after a long day

@darling-i-read-it - kissed her

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kate bishop

@asgardwinter - awful

@thatonebrazilian - with great power

@just-living-in-a-marvel-world - i love you too but no

@somewhatgreatexpectations - your friendly neighborhood spider-woman

- your friendly neighborhood archer

@moonlit-imagines - being yelena's sibling and dating kate bishop

#masterlist #mcu rec #peter maximoff x reader #miles morales x reader #moon knight x reader #khonshu x reader #stephen strange x reader #wade wilson x reader #eddie brock x reader #kate bishop x reader

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p-taryn-dactyl · 3 years ago

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Chaos is a Friend of Mine (3)

a/n: hey everyone! I'm so happy that this series has gotten so much love, I really appreciate it!! If you're seeing this and you haven't read the first two chapters they can be found here: 1 2 or masterlist, just so everyone knows, i am now in summer break so if you requested a fic and i haven't posted it yet, it will be in the span of a week! also, SUIT SUIT SUIT i wish i was good at drawing to show you what im envisioning for Y/N's suit but sadly, i have the talent of an evolved potato drawing upside down in space. i am also introducing an OC either in this part or the next so hopefully you guys will like her! taglist: @nyx-aira @musicconversedance @fantasttick @paymeinkash @beautifulbows924 @elius-learns-to-write @some-old-myths (if you are on here and you do not want to be or if i forgot to add you, plz message me) word count: 1.9k warning(s): violence; death; cursing; reader being crazy (as she should); Set makes an appearance in front of Khonshu, Layla, Marc/Steven/Jake; gif not mine; i am terrible at describing suits so i apologize if Y/N's isn't given justice - i promise it looks cool in my head; new god shows up; POV changes; this is terrible, there will be grammar mistakes disclaimer: ik he's the god of chaos and disorder but he would pull a tony stark and adopt every orphan he knows

Khonshu was the first to strike. He swung his scepter, intent on knocking you out. But all you did was raise an eyebrow as you caught the scepter before it hit your face. You tugged the staff backwards, sending the moon god flying out the window. You looked proud as you tossed the scepter back and forth in between your hands, watching with amusement as Marc summoned the suit. He reached for the daggers strapped to his chest, making you involuntarily flinch, images of your parents flashing through your mind. You growled and flicked your wrist, sending a wave of heat toward Marc’s hand. He groaned as his skin erupted into third degree burns under the suit, glaring at you under the hood. Layla closed her eyes, murmuring to herself. You knew what she was doing, summoning Taweret, but your quarrel wasn’t with her. Not at the moment at least. You placed a hand on your hip, looking Marc up and down. You smile, eyes starting to glow hellishly.

“That’s pretty fancy, Marc-o,” You take a step back, for dramatic effect of course, flipping your hair over your shoulder, “But I can do that too.”

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Marc watched as Y/N’s eyes glowed, materializing her suit on her body. He tried to attack, using this moment to gain the upperhand, but his legs were wrapped in sand, hardening into glass, freezing him in his spot. Y/N turned her body, facing the mirror that had tilted to the side, leaning against the TV. She smiled as she admired her suit, turning to see every angle. Strips of linen wrapped around her body, twisting and folding into armor. Her pants formed into a palazzo style, slits running up from her ankle to hip, revealing a holster holding a khopesh made out of obsidian. The linen made a criss-cross style across her chest, stopping at her shoulders and continuing up her neck to form a mask covering her nose and mouth. Y/N rolled her head, cracking her neck, stretching out her arms as her rings melted into skeletal-like gloves. Moving tattoos of serpents appeared on her skin, some appearing to be devouring the sun. As a circlet made of gold twisted itself around her forehead and her hair became entwined with fire and blood, Y/N turned towards Marc and Layla - who had summoned her own suit.

“Well, isn’t this fun? We look like we belong on a lunchbox!” Her eyes continued to glow as she clapped, releasing Marc and Layla from the glassy hold, sending shards across the floor. Not one to wait, Marc swung forward, flipping his body to kick her. Y/N caught his leg, just like she did the scepter, and twisted, sending the caped crusader flying into the wall. Layla growled, flying towards Y/N with superhuman speed, grabbing her shoulders, sending both of them out the window. Y/N merely sighed, snapping her fingers and dissolving into sand. Layla stopped herself before she hit the ground, confusion lasting a second before she heard Y/N’s laughter.

“You know, you’re way more fun than your husband. When this is all over and his heart is in my hands, I’ll let you live.” Y/N hovered above her, sitting on a cloud of sand. Layla sent a flurry of daggers in her direction from the golden wings she wore. Y/N dogged them, an offended look on her face as she redirected them towards Layla. Y/N stood up, brushing off her legs as she shook her head.

“And here I was thinking we were bonding-” before she continued, Moon Knight flew down, knocking her off her cloud, sending Y/N rolling on the concrete. The avatar of Set simply chuckled as she sat up, bones cracking as they went back into place. Layla and Marc came towards her, weapons in hand. Y/N quickly grabbed her khopesh, taking a defensive position. Soon, the ground shook with the fight. The Scarlet Scarab and Moon Knight were no match for Y/N, as they punched and kicked, she merely dogged and swung, cutting them with her sword. The heroes became discouraged, but continued. Y/N jumped on a car, bouncing off of the vehicle to propel herself to wrap her legs around Marc’s head, flipping him forward. She swung off, landing on her feet as Marc rolled and hit Layla, sending her tumbling to the ground. Y/N smiled, her mask coming off as she sighed victoriously. But her victory was short-lived. As she prowled closer, twirling her khopesh between her fingers, humming, she didn’t see the blur behind her. Y/N had discarded Khonshu’s scepter when Layla had pushed the two of them out the window, she thought he wouldn’t show again. She was wrong. Just as Y/N raised her khopesh to flick the hood off of Marc’s head, a sharp pain spread through her stomach. Layla and Marc gasped at the sight as they were sprayed with Y/N’s blood.

Y/N looked down to see Khonshu’s scepter protruding from her stomach. She made eye contact with Layla, agony crashing over her body. She fell forward as Khonshu pulled backward, removing his scepter. Marc and Layla scrambled to the side, her body crashing against the ground. Steven fronted, Mr. Knight’s suit materializing. He knelt by Y/N’s head as Khonshu rolled her on her back. He examined her tattoos, eyes widening in realization.

“Holy smokes. It’s Apophis, the chaos demon. Why would she-” Khonshu’s booming voice interrupted him.

“It does not matter. Her markings will be gone once I kill her.” He raised his scepter, examining Y/N’s broken nose from falling face first, the blood spilling out her nose and mouth from being stabbed, and her bruises from fighting the other avatars. He laughed.

“Oh how the mighty fall.”

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You could do nothing but watch as Khonshu thrust the scepter back into your stomach, this time closer to your heart. You screamed in pain, your suit disappearing as you could focus no longer.

“Khonshu!” Layla cried out in surprise, aghast at his actions. The moon god merely twisted the scepter, making your voice hoarse with how loud you cried. You watched as red spreaded through your clothes. Too much red. Why were you plagued with red?

“Please,” you begged out, your confidence lost as you felt your life slipping away, “please stop. Stop, please. I’ll stop, I’ll be good, I promise.” You sobbed, each cry bringing new pain as the god continued to twist the scepter.

“You’ve made your point,” Steven pleaded, “You stop now! This isn’t vengeance!”

“She deserves it. She’s the reason Harrow turned to Ammit. She’s the reason for all your pain!” he raised his scepter once more, positioning it over your heart. Just as you were about to feel the last bit of life, a loud clap of thunder sent Khonshu flying backwards. The ground shook, cracking, splitting apart. Sand formed into a giant serpent circling the group, its growls sending shivers down Steven’s spine. Khonshu groaned, shaking his head as he stood back up. He looked around, realization sparking in his mind. His scepter was taken from his hand, floating above the ground until it flung towards him, stabbing the god in his stomach. Steven gasped loudly as Set materialized next to you, cupping your face with his hand.

“You’re going to be alright, my child.”

He looked at Steven and Layla, analyzing the two. His eyes made of burning fire showed them their worst fears, sending chills down their spines. They watched as his face went from human, to the head of a jackal, to the skull of a donkey with enlarged fangs. He seemingly deemed them unworthy of his attention, standing up to his full height. Set’s voice carried across the air, shaking the ground.

“You shouldn’t have made an enemy of chaos, Khonshu. You had been protected for years, only facing the wrath of an angry, scorned, orphan. Now you face the wrath of evil itself!” Khonshu made to attack, having removed his scepter from his body, but was flung to the side by the tail of the giant sand serpent. You coughed, blood dripping from your lips.

“Why isn’t she healing?” Steven murmured frantically, shaking his head. Set turned to him, his human face snarling at the man.

“It’s a little gift from the gods. She can only heal if her injuries are sustained from an avatar or mortal. If a god hurts her,” his voice choked up, causing both Layla and Steven to be confused. They had never seen a god show true emotion towards another before. (Taweret is the exception, she’s the best). Set composed himself, glaring at Khonshu.

“If a god hurts her, only a god can heal her.” Steven looked at Set inquisitively.

“Then why don’t you heal her?”

Set growled, turning so his back faced the avatars, kneeling next to you.

“I am not the god of medicine or healing. I am the god of chaos, disorder, and storms. All I can do is watch as my daugh- my avatar bleeds to death by the hands of who used to be a brother.” He cradled you in his arms, standing up. Sand swirled around them, pushing Steven, Layla, and Khonshu closer together. The serpent rose into the air. Set turned towards Steven, something shining in his eyes.

“Do not mistake my grief for friendship, Mr. Knight. Next time we meet, you will have the full force of chaos against you.” The god disappeared, along with you. The serpent crashed down onto the trio, its jaws surrounding them before dissolving. Jake fronted as Layla turned towards Khonshu, anger radiating from her.

“Eso fue divertido.” He said sarcastically as he glared at the moon god. Layla pressed a dagger under Khonshu’s chin. She cocked her head to the side.

“I think it’s time you told us why Y/N is so focused on killing you.”

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Set materialized on a deserted road, panic seeping into his form as he noticed how limp you had gone. He frantically set you on the ground, holding your head in his lap. When he looked in the distance, he saw a figure kneeling under a tree, a ghostly river flowing next to her. She had food and drink by her side, a feast for the dead. She beckoned Set closer, but the god of chaos shook his head, returning his gaze back to you.

“No, no, Y/N, I will not allow you to die! You can’t, you can’t leave me alone.” Your eyes fluttered open, smiling as you saw Set.

“Hiya,” you coughed out, “That didn’t go so well did it?” Set laughed, relief filling his body. As he was about to respond, a new voice broke through the air.

“Oh good she’s alive. I’m a goddess of healing, not necromancy.” Set flung around to see a human woman, dark skin glowing in the sunlight, her hair twisted into bantu knots. Her lips, painted red, smirked at Set’s expression of disbelief. The woman gasped softly as her eyes glowed, releasing her from the goddesses consciousness. A figure appeared behind the mortal, a tall woman wearing a red cloak with the face of a lioness. The mortal woman crouched next to you, smiling as she took your hand. Your brow scrunched in confusion and you looked to Set for clarification. The lioness smiled, raising an eyebrow.

“What? You thought you were the only one freed from a stone prison?” Set chuckled, shaking his head.

“Long time no see, Sekhmet.”

a/n: ok guys i need your help for villain names for Y/N. also, if you don't know who Sekhmet is she is an egyptian goddess of war, fire, healing, and the destroyer of enemies of Ra. also that lady under the tree was Amenet, a goddess who welcomed the dead to the afterlife with food and drink. i am so sorry if this was bad, i hope people are still interested in this series!! love you guys! <3

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peakywitch · 3 years ago

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Holy Gossip - Michael Gray

Summary: Partners in crime sometimes don't last.

A/N: this has 580 words so it's hella short, lmao enjoy, no trigger warnings for once! Also I AM FUCKING BACK FROM MY AWAY MOMENT SO EXPECT A LOT OF FUCKING SHORT FICS WITH MICHAEL

also thankyou @celticmelody and @elius-learns-to-write for helping me <3

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“Isn’t it… bad? Wearing white at a wedding?”

“Not only bad, but she is up for jokes,”

“I thought she was her friend,”

“Nah, we always knew Cecile was jealous of Grace, I bet she gave herself a motivational speech in the mirror,”

They both laughed slightly, trying to muffle the sound.

“I’ve had it with you two,” Polly turned around, a deadly stare in her eyes “stop talking poorly about people in church”.

They both were trying to bite back their laughter, they knew Cecile was trying to spoil the day.

“Sorry, mum.”

“I’m sorry, Pol.”

Polly’s eyes shifted between her son and his girl, death starring both of them. She was holding back a smile, too, that was their thing: the two of them against everyone and everything. They shared everything and they knew everyone’s business. It was an exclusive activity, and it was almost as if they knew nothing could be greater than trusting each other with the most unkind acts towards others: criticizing. They knew that the other wouldn’t judge their thoughts, but they would pair them. It felt like eating a plate of homemade pasta with the perfect wine, it was a match made in heaven in which every single explosion possible would happen.

Then, when Grace walked inside… They were already looking for something to point out. It was sometimes a challenge, whoever found something to say first, would win.

Standing up for the bride, Michael whispered a plea, asking if she had anything.

“If I am not mistaken, she bought those shoes when she…” she began, trying to speak as low as she could. Then, Grace was already by Tommy’s side and they all sat down.

“She what?” Michael begged.

“When she knew she would see Tommy, while being with her ex-husband”.

The expression on Michael’s face was a masterpiece, wide-open blue eyes, lips sealed and commissure slightly arching up, starting to form a smile.

“She has no shame,” she whispered while taking her glass to her lips and drinking a bit of champagne.

They were standing in a corner of the room, laughing at the sour faces of the people from the fucking cavalry, in John’s words. Their hands were intertwined as their minds worked up things to point out.

“Of course she doesn’t, she betrayed this whole family and married into it in the blink of an eye”.

Y/N choked on the alcohol, Michael could get so worked up sometimes

“These things would have been so boring without you, Michael”.

“Well, everything's better with good company and a glass of champagne, love” he elevated her hand to his mouth and there he left a soft kiss.

“Am I good company?” she smiled

“The best one, today and always.”

Gina had a hole in her tight and a bit of mud in her pink and -used to be- pristine shoe. But Michael didn’t care. He was holding her hand, the way he used to hold hers. He was looking at her the same way he used to look at her.

Maybe he had found another partner in crime, because when Michael looked her way and she pointed out the small rupture in the fabric, Michael frowned. He slowly shook his head in disagreement, with a look of disapproval on his face. But not towards the issue that Y/N was pointing out, but towards her act of calling out his wife.

There was no other memory with her after that night, only her lipstick-stained champagne glass that he found in the corner, right before she vanished from his life.

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#michael gray #michael gray fanfiction #michael gray angst #michael i love you #peaky blinders fic #peaky blinders #polly gray

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gaitwae · 4 years ago

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@agentkinghorn @theaudacitytowrite @lucywrites02 @cozy-the-overlord @the-emo-asgardian @lostgreekgod @funsized-mimi @high-functioning-lokipath @naterson @make-me-imagine @wolfish-trickster @electroma89 @elius-learns-to-write @stanknotstark @glacial-snowflakes @girlbosscrawley @loki-hargreeves @lokistan @lokislittlesigyn @lokistoriesblog @xlehukax @delightfulheartdream @twhiddlestonsstuff @moumouton4 @mousedetective

I am SO sorry for not being active lately, but anyway, here's the snowball!!! I love u all

#Mutuals #tag game

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gaitwae · 3 years ago

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@scram1326 @elius-learns-to-write I can see you in the notes buddies

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theaudacitytowrite · 3 years ago

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“Come back to bed.” (loki) ....😳

#2: Come back to bed

Another sleepy Loki drabble. You guys really had a bunch of bed related prompts for me... and I'm not complaining 😏😂

Rustling was the first annoyance he noticed as he slipped back to consciousness. His hand slipped out from under the covers exploring the opposite side of the bed to encounter the second. Your side was cold.

His eyes slowly opened in the pitch black room as his eyes glanced at the clock that sat on the bedside table. Shortly after 5 am.

"What are you doing?" Loki mumbled into the darkness. The rustling stopped.

"I didn't mean to wake you," you whispered back an apology.

"Come back to bed," he demanded groggily in a huff, heaving himself to rest on his side. You sat down at the edge of the bed, softly brushing over his curls.

"You know I would love nothing more than to lay back down with you but I need to go to work." you sighed exhausted, twisting his strands in between your fingers.

"But it's much nicer here." his retort coaxed a smile onto your lips.

"I know, that's why you’re not helping me right now.” you scolded him playfully.

“Then stay,” he murmured as his hand caught yours, leading it to his lips. His soft lips brushed against your knuckles, making you shiver.

“It’s not that easy, I can’t just skip work.” you tried to reason.

"And what if I won't let you go?" he huffed, his strong arms sneaking around your waist, keeping you in place.

“Tony won’t be happy if I come too late to work... again.”

“He'll understand,” Loki mumbled against your thighs, his breath tingling on your skin.

“Tony will know that you were the cause.”

"So?” you took a deep breath and shook your head in amusement.

“How about this Lo, I will lay 5 more minutes with you and you’ll let me go to work. And as soon as I get off work, I am to your cuddle service. Does that sound like a deal?” you hadn’t even finished your proposal when Loki had already pulled you back into a horizontal position by your waist, encasing you in his arms.

“I take this as an agreement?” your voice was muffled against his chest.

“We’ll see.” he breathed out, hugging you tightly against himself as he buried his face in the crown of your hair.

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