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[thedailyimagines]

Headcanons: Batboys

@magnificentpiesharkstatesman requested: “Can you do a Batboys dating sorcerer!male reader please , obvious reader is a bottom”

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Ages: Dick Grayson is in his late 20s/early 30s,Jason Todd is in his mid/late 20s, and Tim Drake is at least 18/19 years old.

Not doing an nsfw section for Damien because he’s a kid, but there is a SFW section at the bottom for him. He’s about 13/14 years old in this.

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Warning: Mentions of NSFW (sections are labeled)

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Dick Grayson

You’ve known Dick since he was a part of the Flying Graysons. The two of you kept in touch through email when the accident happened and he left.

Your parents were magicians in the circus (your mother was, your father was her assistant). They decided to settle in Gotham when you were fifteen years old.

You and Dick went to the same school, but neither of you did after-school activities. Dick was busy being Robin while you were learning magic (not that either of you knew what the other was doing).

You moved in with Dick when he went to Bludhaven and became Nightwing. Your parents were happy for you and maybe cried a little because they would miss having you home.

It was during the first month of you living in Bludhaven that you and Dick starting dating. You would patch him up after patrol and he’d tell you about the night’s misadventures.

Once Dick’s family knew you were dating, you received threats from all of them about what would happen if you hurt Dick (Damien’s terrified you because a kid that young should not be able to describe things that gory).

NSFW:

Dick is a very enthusiastic lover. He’s very energetic. Plus he’s got great endurance. You can imagine what the sex is like.

While Dick isn’t large (he’s average sized), he knows what to do to make you feel good. This man knows his tricks.

More often than not, you become a writhing mess during sex because Dick fucks like a rabbit. This man will go for hours because he is horny as hell.

Definitely turns innocent things into sexy teasing. Oh, the dishes need done? How about Dick does them in that cute apron he totally didn’t buy to do dishes naked in?

While it’s usually you on the bottom, Dick isn’t against switching it up. Just be aware that this boy can and will ride you until you can’t walk for a week.

Jason Todd

You and Jason lived in the same crappy apartment building when the two of you were younger.

Your father was a party magician (not very good at it, unfortunately) who made just enough to pay the rent.

Your mother had been a better magician (who used real magic and drew in large crowds) but she died in a magical accident. Your current apartment was the best your father could afford with his limited skills.

It was actually how the two of you met. Your dad was putting on a free show for the kids in your building and Jason tried to steal some of his props. You bribed Jason with candy to not steal them.

When Jason became Robin, he immediately told you. It was at this time you told him that magic was real and showed him some of the spells you knew.

You and Jason began dating when you were both teens. Your father was happy you found someone and would go out of his way to show his support.

After Jason died, you gained a closed-off and hostile attitude. Your father was the only person you shared your hurt with because he understood what it was like to lose someone you loved.

When you found out Jason was alive (he came and found you, told you what happened) your magic went wild. It took some time for you to calm down and get control.

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Although Jason is a very in-charge kinda guy, but not completely domineering. If he can tell you’re not in the mood or if you tell him no, he respects your wishes.

When you do want to get down and dirty, Jason is very much willing to oblige. He’s always in charge and likes pinning you down as he fucks you into the mattress (or the coffee table, or the kitchen counter, or the top of the dryer...).

Jason is a loud orgasmer. His cock is big and he cums a lot. He will definitely leave you feeling full and leaking. (He’ll also let you know how good you look with his cum dripping out of you)

Doesn’t care much for being restrained during sex himself, but he loves tying you up. He’ll definitely get fancy with the knots.

He’d be curious about incorporating magic into your sex life. Are there spells to spice up the bedroom? (The answer is yes, and the magical community has several spellbooks on sex-safe spells)

Tim Drake

Tim was one of your classmates. You two occasionally worked together on class projects, but you two didn’t really talk.

That changed when Tim worked out your parents were a pair of magic-using criminals and then confronted you about it.

You told him you had no desire to follow in your parent’s footsteps, but were learning how to use your magic so it didn’t go out of control.

Over time, Tim would come to you when he needed magical assistance with his work. You were willing to help him because he was willing to believe in giving you a chance.

Tim once asked you to meet him at a diner to go over something with him. It turns out ‘something’ was asking you to date him. You gladly accepted.

NSFW:

Tim will often claim he’s too busy working on a case to engage in sexual activities. You respond by playing with yourself while he works. It gets him every time.

When he doesn’t come, you’ll sit under Tim’s desk in front of him and suck his cock. He’ll act uninterested but the twitch of his hips and his throbbing cock tells you otherwise.

While Tim isn’t thick, he’s long. His favorite thing to do while you’re under his desk is use your mouth as a personal cock-warmer. Your knees will go numb from kneeling so long.

Both of you are still experimenting with sex positions, but generally Tim is the one on top.

Damien Wayne

You met Damien when he joined the Teen Titans. You were already a member when he came.

Both your parents were gone, previously members of the Justice League. They had died during a mission and left you with a spellbook and a large fortune.

You intrigued Damian. He had heard of magic before but never seen it. And here you were, a boy his age with magic almost literally spilling from your fingers.

Magic came in handy with some of the Titans trickier foes, and you were pretty good at healing the lesser injuries the team sustained.

Damien once asked you about the Lazarus Pit and if you thought it was magic. You told him you thought it was more alchemical in nature, but magic wasn’t out of the question.

You asked Damien to teach you basic hand-to-hand combat, so you didn’t have to depend too heavily on your magic. It became a bi-weekly meetup for the two of you.

Damien was the one to suggest the both of you try dating. You both are still young, so most of your dates are things like going to the movie theater or grabbing a bite to eat somewhere.

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I don’t own the above gifs, all credits go to the owners.

[thedailyimagines]

Imagine being the ‘bad guy’ and falling for Eggsy.

Anon requested: “I want to request enemy to lovers with eggsy and top!male reader. Like reader is villain (in eggsy eyes) but really love teasing eggsy when they meet and never serious fighting eggsy. Eggs really hate reader but eventually they become couple.”

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Y/h/c = your hair color

Y/f/c = your favorite color

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Sorry for the delay and thank you for your patience! Please enjoy!

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“Eggsy, you do remember why we are here, yes?” Eggsy raised the glass he had taken from a tray to his lips and spoke into the communication device.

“Course I do. Stop the bad guy, save the day, and go home in time for some dinner. Easy as pie.” A sigh came from Harry’s end of the comm.

“Yes, well, please remember that the ‘bad guy’ is y/n l/n, a young man well known for his elusiveness and has escaped capture on many occasions.” Eggsy just took a sip from his water glass.

“It’ll be fine Harry, we’ll get him. Don’t suppose you got a description for ‘im?”

“...”

“Harry?” There was nothing but static from Harry’s end of the comm.

“Oh, dammit.” Eggsy made his way to a door marked Employees Only, to find a young man around his age with y/h/c hair. The other man looked surprised at the sight of Eggsy.

“Sorry, guests aren’t allowed back here.” Eggsy gave the man a apologetic smile.

“My apologies, it’s an emergency.” The y/h/c-haired servant shook his head and started to gently push Eggsy towards the exit.

“Really sorry, but I have to insist you go back to the party.” Eggsy pulled away and started headed back towards the hallway beyond the small room.

“I just need to—!” Eggsy was grabbed by the arm and spun back towards the door he came in. He turned to look at the servant incredulously.

“I said, go back to the party.” The Kingsman shook off his surprise and took a fighting stance.

“I’m going to take a guess and say you’re not actually supposed to be here?” The not-servant grinned and nodded.

“Smart man. My name’s y/n.”

“You’re coming—mmph!” Eggsy jerked back as y/n kissed him. It was only a moment, but the kiss left Eggsy’s lips tingling.

No, wait—they were numb. The numbness quickly spread from his lips to the rest of his body. Eggsy fell over twitching. Y/n grinned and knelt down beside the fallen Kingsman.

“Don’t worry cutie, it’s just a paralytic. Should wear off in a couple minutes. I would love to stay, but I need run. Ta ta!” With that, y/n booked it to the exit.

Harry was never going to let him hear the end of this.

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And so it went on. Eggsy would chase after y/n, and y/n would lead Eggsy on until he would slip away like water. It was increasingly frustrating for the Kingsman and enormously hilarious for the freelance thief.

“Come on darling! Put a little more omph into that punch!” Currently the two were fighting on the rooftop of a museum, where y/n had stolen a rather pricey set of diamonds.

“Would you just be quiet!” Y/n grinned and jabbed at Eggsy’s stomach.

“Make me~” Eggsy responded by throwing another punch at y/n, who bobbed and weaved away from the hit.

Only to be caught with an uppercut from the Kingsman. The blow split y/n’s lower lip and blood dropped down his chin.

“Are you done yet? Or do I have to knock you out?” Y/n gingerly touched his lip. Somewhere, a clock tower began to chime 11 o’clock. Y/n debated staying a little longer with the handsome spy, then shook his head. No time.

“As much as I like playing rough, I’m on a tight schedule. Catch you later!”

“Hey!” Eggsy reached out and grabbed y/n by the back of his collar. Y/n jerked in surprise.

“Okay, listen. As much as I want to stick around, if I don’t deliver by tonight then I don’t get paid.” Y/n tapped his chin in thought. “If you really want to find me...there’s a café near here. Has a raven for a logo. Meet me there tomorrow? My treat.” Eggsy blinked in surprise. He had just busted y/n’s lip and now the thief was offering a date?

“I can’t tell if you’re serious.” Y/n grinned.

“Serious as a stroke. I’ll wear a y/f/c shirt.” With that, the thief ran off into the night, leaving behind a very confused Eggsy.

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The Ravenhead Café wasn’t particularly busy that afternoon. A few customers wandered through the doors, and others sat in the cushy seats inside. One couple sat in the back near the fireplace, the two men sipping at their drinks.

“Remember when we first met?” Y/n asked as he swirled the liquid in his cup and then took a sip.

“You kissed me with a paralyzing chemical.” Eggsy grinned at the memory. It had been about two years since their first encounter at the party, and one since y/n had proposed coming to this very café for a drink.

“Happy one year anniversary Eggsy.”

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I don’t own the above gif, all credit goes to the owner.

[thedailyimagines]

Imagine being Raven’s former boyfriend and coming back from the dead, now partnered with Deathstroke.(Part Two)

Anon requested: “Is alright to request a part two to the Raven x Male Reader fic you did about R coming back from the dead and teaming up with Deathstroke? R and Raven get back into a relationship and their love for one another gets stronger over the years when they get older. R finally pops the question about marrying her and she says yes, which everyone was anticipating. If possible may I also have some NSFW in the fic too? Possibly on their wedding night and Raven mentioning wanting a kid with R.”

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The time jump near the end puts the reader and Raven at about 24-25 years old.

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It was awkward being around the Titans again. Not because y/n had tried to kill them (which didn’t help), but what exactly are you supposed to have conversations about?

‘Hey, so good to see you again after I died, came back with no memories, and teamed up with the guy who regularly tries to murder you all on a daily basis!’

Not to mention the video call with Bruce and Alfred. That was a whole new level of awkwardness. Especially when they explained who Damian was. Apparently y/n now had a younger brother.

But for the most part, he was settling in well. He had training sessions with Dick and Damian, who he absolutely did not team up with to win against Dick. Movie nights were fun, and he did find a few new favorites.

After about a year with the Titans, y/n left to try solo vigilante work. He was still considered an honorary Titan, but he mostly did his own thing. It was also around this time that he and Raven began dating again.

<Jump Forward in Time>

The two coffee cups y/n was holding were only just cooling down when he reached the Titans Tower. Taking a week off from vigilante work, he had gone to visit Raven and brought coffee as a treat. He found her in a clearing by the tower practicing her powers.

“Busy week?” Raven landed from her flight and accepted the coffee y/n handed her with a nod.

“Some small disturbances, a few bank robberies, nothing that’s too exciting.”

“That’s good. Gives you a break.”

“From large scale crime. Teasing from the others? Not so much.” Y/n cocked his head in confusion.

“What do you mean?” Raven took a long drink of her coffee before she said anything.

“Damian and Dick tease about me being ‘like a sister’ and Kori is just being blunt by asking about when we’re going to tie the knot. And I know they’re just joking with me—”

“Would you?” The question startled Raven.

“Would I what?”

“If I asked, would you want to get married?” Raven shook off her surprise and answered.

“Y/n, you don’t have to marry me just because the others think we’re going to get married.”

“But if I asked, would you say yes?” It took less than a second for Raven to answer.

“I would.”

“Then I have a question for you; would you marry me?” Y/n pulled a small box out of his pocket and opened it. Inside was a diamond ring with a silver band, the diamond surrounded by a small flock of ravens.

“Y/n, I—yes!” Raven lunged and hugged y/n, kissing him and laughing.

“Do you like the ring?”

“It’s beautiful, I love it. When did you go get this?” Y/n slipped the ring onto Raven’s ring finger as he explained.

“About a week or two ago? I was going to ask you over dinner tonight.” Raven gently touched the ring on her finger. It fit perfectly.

“I didn’t even think that you would want to get married.”

“Raven, we’ve been together for about eight or nine years. I’ve never been able to see myself with anyone else.”

<Two Months Later>

The wedding wasn’t anything huge or fancy, but it was nice. All the Titans attended, along with y/n’s family. Alfred acted as the officiant (was there anything the man couldn’t do?) and Dick acted as y/n’s best man.

Raven was walked down the aisle with Kori since her father was very obviously not welcome, and the celebration afterwards was the highlight of the night. But after a long night, the newlyweds were finally allowed to retire to their room.

“I still can’t believe that Bruce cried.” Y/n stated as he opened the door to their room. As a gift, Bruce had paid for their honeymoon and a hotel to stay in before their plane took off in the morning.

“Even Batman can cry when his son gets married.” Raven chuckled as she walked into the suite. Her wedding gown swished quietly around her as moved.

“Can you unzip me? I’m going to change into something a little more comfortable.”

“No problem.” Y/n unzipped Raven’s gown, and she stepped into the bathroom to freshen up. Shrugging off his tuxedo jacket, y/n began working on taking off his tie.

“Y/n?” Y/n, still struggling to take off his tie, didn’t turn around.

“Yes?” Raven’s voice held a mischievous tone as she spoke.

“I need your opinion on this.” Y/n finally freed himself from his tie and began to turn around.

“Sure, what is it—” The words in y/n’s mouth died as soon as he saw Raven’s outfit. She was wearing a black lingerie set that had y/n’s jaw dropping because wow, Raven was gorgeous in everything she wore.

“Like it?” Y/n picked his jaw off the floor and nodded.

“You look...amazing. You’re beautiful.” Raven smiled and walked over to y/n, kissing him gently before pulling him towards the bed with a mischievous smile.

“I thought we could maybe get a head start on the honeymoon.”

“I am 100% ok with that.”

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I don’t own the above gifs, all credits go to the owners.

[thedailyimagines]

Imagine JD being obsessed with you. (Part Two)

This is a continuation of Part One, requested by anon! This is to kick off my now accepting NSFW requests!

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Original request: “so can you write male reader x jd were jd is crazy obsessed w the reader and the reader is scared but they like it?”

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Warning: NSFW content, swearing, JD being an obsessive stalker, small mention of blood, some roughness. Very much smut.

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For readers 18+.

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Three days after your encounter with JD in the school bathroom, and you left your bedroom window unlocked and slightly open. Maybe it was stupid, but you were half curious to see if JD would actually come (and maybe hoping he would continue where he had left off).

But after four hours, it was almost midnight and there was no sign of the dark haired bad boy. Your parents had left a while ago to go to a friends wedding and weren’t planning to be home until the following evening. You sighed and turned to your dresser, tugging off your long sleeve shirt in favor of a loose t-shirt.

“I knew you’d come around.”

“Holy fuck!” And oh, were you glad that you were home alone tonight. Your parents would have grounded you for using that sort of language in the house.

“Hey hey hey! It’s just me!”

“Jason?”

“I know, dreadful etiquette, I apologize.” JD pulled himself the rest of the way through your bedroom window, brushing off his clothes nonchalantly.

“Um, what are you doing here?”

“I thought you finally decided to let me in. You know, after you were done grinding my leg and I gave you a hickey—nice covering it up by the way—I told you to leave your window unlocked?”

“Wait, that was like three days ago. We’re you waiting outside my window?”

“No, I was actively checking to see if your window was unlocked. And how was I supposed to do that from the ground floor?”

“My mom thought there was a bear or something coming from the woods!”

“Well, now you don’t have to worry about bears.” JD took a step towards you, then another. You quickly stepped back as he advanced until your back hit the wall.

JD swooped in fast as lightning, his lips biting and rough against your own. And as much as you knew getting involved with him was a bad idea, you had to admit the kissing was nice. JD pulled away, leaving you breathless. His thumbs hooked the waistband of your pajamas, dragging them to the floor as he knelt in front of you.

“Wait, why are you getting on your knees—!”

And hooooly fuck he was sucking you off. You were fairly certain you had died and gone to some sort of paradise because there was no way that Jason Dean was—

“Fuck!” Whatever JD did with his tongue had your hips bucking up and made you lose your train of thought because hot damn he was good at this.

“Wanna see another trick?” You looked down at JD, who was grinning up at you cheekily. A rapid nod was your reply.

In a flash JD had scooped you up and tossed you on your bed. You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched as the dark haired male crawled his way up to you. His eyes were half-lidded and dark, and a shiver went up your spine. His lips met yours again, the kiss all teeth and possessive want.

“Say my name.” JD rolled his hips against yours and your whined at the friction.

“Jason.” You were flipped onto your stomach. A bottle of something was opened and you felt cold fingers rubbing and pressing against you before one digit slipped inside. You bit the pillow hard and bucked your hips.

A second finger joined the first, followed by a third and they felt wonderful. You were about to beg JD for more when he pressed against something that had you arching your back. JD grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your face out of the pillow.

“Scream for me.” Those fingers kept rubbing that perfect spot, and without a pillow to muffle your moans you obliged.

“Jason! Fuck, please!”

“Good boy~” JD withdrew his fingers and flipped you onto your back. Somehow his shirt had found its way to the floor along with his pants, leaving him in a pair of black boxers.

“Spread your legs.” When you didn’t move fast enough, JD growled and swatted at your thighs. You yelped quickly spread your legs wider. Two hands gripped your legs, pushing them up until your thighs pressed close to your stomach.

“Hold still.” You felt something nudged against you, and suddenly you felt JD inside of you.

“HaaAAHhh!” JD placed your legs on his shoulders and pushed himself further within you, hissing at the tightness.

“Feeling good, y/n?” Cause you feel so nice around my cock. Your mine now, got it? Nobody else gets to have you this way. Nobody.” Each word was punctuated by the thrust and drag of his cock, every movement sending sparks up your spine.

You couldn’t think straight. The only thing you could focus on was JD pulling out and pressing back in, faster and faster until you were sure his hips were a blur. The familiar tightening sensation in your abdomen was your only warning before—

“JASON!” Stars danced in your eyes as you arched up, cock twitching as you came. JD fucked you harder before he bit down hard on your shoulder. Blood welled up under the bite and you swore loudly at the painful sensation on your sensitive skin.

When JD finally pulled himself away from you, his lips were stained red and his eyes reminded you of a predator sighting prey.

“Mine.” And you wondered what you had gotten yourself into.

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I don’t own the above gif, all credit goes to the owner.

[thedailyimagines]

Imagine being a sorcerer and saving Jaskier.

Anon requested: “Imagine male reader is a sorcerer who saves Jaskier which causes him to be smitten with him”

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This takes place before Jaskier meets Geralt.

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Warning: strong language, suggestions of Jaskier being a THOT

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The bard was shoved down the alley by three men, until he was out of sight and earshot of the main street. Not that it would matter. It was just late enough that only the odd traveler or two were about.

“I’m sure we can work something out! Preferably where nobody’s on the business end of that knife!” The bard, Jaskier, held up his hands and backed further into the alley. His back hit a wall. Shit.

“You fucked my brother’s wife!” The leader of the thugs, a particularly pungent smelling man, snarled and leveled a knife at Jaskier. Jaskier swallowed the lump in his throat, eyes darting around and trying to spot a way to run.

“Well I didn’t know that she was married! And she wasn’t complaining!” Oh, why did he say that? Curse his inability to shut up!

“Enough talk! I’m gunna gut you like a fish!” The thug raised his knife and Jaskier shut his eye, sure that it was his end. Not even in a quiet way! He had hoped he would die quietly, composing new ballads or perhaps surrounded by friends.

Then Jaskier remembered he didn’t have friends. Or any memorable ballads.

“Gentlemen, please let go of the bard.” Jaskier opened his eyes, and saw a cloaked man with a hood pulled over his face, just enough where his eyes were hidden.

“Bugger off, this don’t involve you.” The cloaked man raised his hands in a pacifying manner.

“Maybe not, but what kind of person allows an unarmed man to be attacked?” The lead thug snarled loudly and pointed his knife at the cloaked man.

“Alright, you can die with ‘im. We don’t need no witnesses.” The other two thugs, one with an axe and one holding a hammer, shuffled nervously but stood their ground. The cloaked figure didn’t move.

“No, I don’t believe I shall.” The three lunged forward only to be sent flying back in a flash of bright green light. Jaskier ducked to avoid being hit by the men.

“Demon! Witch! Devil! The guard will have your head!” The thugs fled, screaming obscenities down the alley and into the street.

“Well, that was fun. Are you okay?” Jaskier eyes were wide with wonder. The man had just used magic. While not unheard of, it was rare to find someone using it so openly.

“Who are you?” The cloaked man lowered his hood, revealing a rather unassuming face for one with magic.

“My name is y/n. Sorcerer and dabbler in alchemical arts. And you?” Jaskier straightened his doublet and bowed slightly.

“Jaskier. Traveling bard and slayer of the patience of men. Thank you for your help.” Jaskier held out his hand to shake. Y/n chuckled and shook Jaskier’s hand.

“It was no trouble, really. But perhaps you should leave town soon. Those men will be back and you’d be seen as an accomplice of mine.”

“Damn. And here I was hoping to stay for a few days.” It was true. Jaskier had been hoping to spend a night in a warm bed, but it seemed the fates were wishing for him to sleep in a tree again.

“Tell you what; I’m headed to the next town over. How about you come with me and you can stay at the next inn?” Jaskier perked up instantly. It may not be a warm bed, but traveling in good company would be just fine. Especially the rather dashing company he found himself in...

“I think I’d rather enjoy that. And you, my good sir, will have to tell me some of your tales. ‘The Sorcerer’s Tale’ has a rather nice ring to it.” Y/n laughed and the two walked out of the alleyway and out of the town.

“I started my travels when I was an apprentice...”

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I don’t own the above gifs, all credits go to the owners.

[thedailyimagines]

Imagine Loki being jealous, so you show him he doesn’t have to be.

Anon requested: “Can you do a Jealous loki x top male reader smut? With cuddles at the ends?”

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This is possibly the smuttiest thing I’ve written. Enjoy!

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Warning: 18+ only, adult themes, tying up (temporarily), teasing, use of a toy.

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Y/n whistled as he walked the last few steps up to his apartment. Sure, he could live with the other Avengers in a fancy facility, but the superhuman preferred the comfort of his apartment.

Not to mention he lived with Loki, one of the Avengers more dangerous enemies.

Nowadays though, y/n couldn’t tell if they actually considered Loki an enemy. They certainly tolerated his presence at the least.

“Loki? I’ve got drinks and snacks—” The raven haired god walked right by y/n, ignoring the various snacks and bottle of wine the superhuman carried.

“Oh, you’ve come back? Bored of the mortals?” It was hard to miss the bitterness in Loki’s tone. Y/n set the food down on the counter and followed Loki to their shared bedroom.

“What’s going on?” The Asgardian snorted and stood up, turning his back to y/n to mess with the pillows on the bed.

“You and the my brother seem to have had a good time today. Perhaps you’ll make friendship bracelets next?” Y/n blinked owlishly and held his hands up.

“Me and Thor were just training. We were at the gym and I stopped by the store on my way back.”

“Mm.” Y/n knew that sound. The ‘I don’t believe you but sure’ sound. He crossed his arms and gestured to the window.

“It’s not like I can go outside in this weather.” As if to prove his point, the rain started pounding harder against the window. A rumble of thunder broke though the sound of the downpour.

“Undress.” Loki complied, stripping off his armor and underclothes until he was naked. Y/n looked over the god and hummed in appreciation.

“Good. Onto the bed now.” Loki laid back, propping himself up on his elbows. He was already hardening and y/n couldn’t help but wonder if this was somehow planned.

“Whatever will you have me do next?”

“Hands on the headboard.” Once Loki’s hands were gripping the wooden frame, y/n grabbed the green sash Loki used as a belt (or maybe it was decorative—y/n could never tell) and tied the Asguardian’s hands just tight enough that he couldn’t slip free.

“Anything else?” Y/n took off his shirt slowly. He had all night and nowhere to be.

“No more talking. You don’t make a noise unless I say so.” Loki chuckled.

“I thought you liked—” A hand gripped Loki’s chin, not hard enough to hurt but firm.

“Be. Quiet.” Loki just rolled his eyes, smirking up at y/n.

“Or what? You’ll punish me?” Y/n just raised an eyebrow, fixing Loki with a look that made him squirm slightly.

“...Do you really want that answered?” There was a no-nonsense tone to y/n’s voice and Loki thought that just for a moment, perhaps possibly, he had pushed his luck.

“I may have overstepped.”

“Mmhm.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m sorry sir.”

“Good boy. Now be quiet.” Loki kept his mouth shut, watching as y/n pulled several items out of the nightstand drawer. A bottle of lube, a blindfold, and a cock ring. Oh dear.

“Now, since I had to remind you to behave, you don’t cum until I say so. If you try to get out, then I’ll add more to your punishment and you won’t get to cum at all. Is that clear?”

“Yes sir.” Y/n nodded in satisfaction, picking the blindfold back up and making sure there was nothing that would irritate Loki’s eyes.

“Good.” The blindfold slipped over Loki’s eyes, and the god’s vision went dark. He could hear that y/n was moving around, but where exactly was difficult to say. The pop of the lube cap brought Loki’s attention to his right and he jumped as slick fingers began stroking his cock.

“Good boy, staying quiet for me. It must be so hard though, if how much you’re dripping says anything. I almost don’t need the lube.” Y/n’s hand left Loki’s cock, only to fasten the cock ring to him. “There we go. How does it feel?”

“Fine. Tight.”

“It’s supposed to be. Now, let’s have some fun.” There was a quiet buzzing noise, causing Loki to tilt his head curiously until—

“Fuck!” Y/n held a vibrating wand against the tip of Loki’s cock. The god writhed and bucked his hips, trying to get away but y/n held the toy steady.

“I told you to stay quiet.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll be—!” The vibrator setting was turned up one, the buzzing toy increasing in speed. Loki’s body tensed up and shook, but he didn’t open his mouth. Y/n’s cock was rock hard at the sight of the writhing, twitching god and strained within the confines of his pants.

Y/n turned the wand to the highest setting. Loki was whining and whimpering in need, his cock leaking more and more precum. After a few minutes the superhuman pulled the wand back, leaving Loki gasping for breath.

“Do you want to cum?” Loki nodded his head feverishly, yelping as the wand was pressed against the base of his cock and the cock ring.

“Yes! Please yes, please I want to cum!” The wand was turned off and taken away.

“Good boy.” Y/n unzipped his pants and freed his cock. He settled between Loki’s legs and pushed them apart so they settled on either side of him. Uncapping the lube, y/n poured a generous amount on his fingers before gently working them into Loki.

“Y/n...” The way Loki moaned as y/n fingered him was intoxicating. Y/n took a moment to admire the man beneath him; flushed cheeks, hair sticking to his face, chest rapidly rising and falling, and cock a delicious shade of red with the strain of wanting to cum.

“Patience is a virtue dear. Of course, you’ve never been one to wait, have you?” Loki’s cock twitched and bobbed as y/n rubbed his prostate over and over, his fingers going deeper each time.

“Please let me cum, please. Fuck me as hard as you want just let me come!” Y/n kissed Loki and pulled away with a smile.

“I love it when you fall apart for me.” The cock ring was removed from Loki, and y/n gently pressed his cock into the god. Loki arched his back and moaned.

“Are you trying to hold out? You don’t have to. You can come as much as you want now.” Y/n began thrusting his hips faster and harder. He wasn’t going to lie and say he wasn’t ready to cum. Teasing Loki always seemed to get him close to the edge.

“Y/n—!” Loki moaned one last time before he came. Y/n thrust a bit longer before he came, panting and burying his face in the crook of Loki’s neck. The two stayed that way until y/n slowly straightened up.

“Here.” Y/n untied the sash around Loki’s wrists and rubbed the skin. The blindfold was removed shortly after. “Better?”

“Much.” Loki sighed as his wrists were massaged, and y/n pressed a kiss against his forehead.

“Good. You can rest against me, no need to move yet.” Loki settled against y/n’s chest, breathing in his scent.

“I’m not sure if I’d be able to.” Y/n smiled and lazily ran his hand through Loki’s hair, brushing out the small knots that had formed.

“You did so well. I’ll start a bath in a moment.”

“Thank you.”

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[thedailyimagines]

Imagine being the descendant of Victor Frankenstein, and working alongside Gabriel Van Helsing.

Description: Though the threat of Dracula was gone from the world, there were always other supernatural threats. Who better to help Van Helsing than the granddaughter of one such legend?

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This is bending the Van Helsing universe just a little, where Victor Frankenstein isn’t as young as he is portrayed to be in the movie. Otherwise everything takes place after the movie.

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“So. Plovdiv. Bulgaria. What exactly is in the city?” Gabriel Van Helsing walked alongside Cardinal Jinette, crossbow resting against his shoulder.

“There’s been reports of attacks in the city, mostly at night. Our sources say that while nobody has died, the injuries are not of human nature. There has been requests for help.”

“And you decided to send me. I assume you want me to take Carl?” Jinette shook his head.

“No. Friar Carl will be busy with another assignment. You’ll be headed to an ancient library in the city. Hopefully you can find some information on the attacks there. The locals say the attacks have happened in the past, and there might be records of them.” Van Helsing stopped and gave the Cardinal a confused look.

“So if Carl isn’t going, who is?” Jinette kept walking and Van Helsing had no choice but to follow. Soon the two came to the entrance area of the church, where a woman sat writing in a journal. When she saw them, she shut her journal and held out her hand to shake. Cardinal Jinette took her hand in both of his, shaking it in greeting.

“Van Helsing, this is Y/n Frankenstein. She’ll be going with you to Plovdiv.” Y/n’s smile twitched downwards slightly at the mention of the Frankenstein name.

To Van Helsing, she didn’t seem like she could be related to the creator of the monster. Of course, every account he had read about Victor Frankenstein claimed that the scientist was a madman whose loved ones and family died because of his actions. This woman looked like a school teacher.

“So the church finally invested in a necromancer? Have to say, usually it’s the Big Guy who does the reanimating.” The woman scowled and crossed her arms. Cardinal Jinette shook his head in annoyance. Of course Van Helsing would joke about holy miracles in a church.

“And I’m a scientist, not a witch. I assume you know the difference.” Van Helsing raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Well excuse me Madam Frankenstein—”

“Lavenza.”

“Pardon?”

“I go by my grandmother’s maiden name, it attracts less attention. Her name was Elizabeth Lavenza.” Jinette began apologizing profusely, but Gabriel just shrugged nonchalantly.

“Alright then, Madam Lavenza.”

“You could just call me y/n. I’m not married nor a spinster. Not yet anyway.” Van Helsing turned to the cardinal.

“Explain to me why she’s coming with me?” Cardinal Jinette shook his head. Van Helsing was really going to complain his whole about taking the scientist, wasn’t he?

“Because she can translate the texts you’ll need, at a much faster rate than you could hope to.”

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The hot sun beat down on y/n’s head, and she was glad she had chosen to wear lighter clothes. Glancing over at Van Helsing, she almost winced in sympathy. The man was decked out in his usual heavy leather gear, which while offering protection from the sun was no doubt unbearably hot.

“See something you like, Miss Lavenza?” Y/n rolled her eyes and leaned back in her seat in the cart. The man was still refusing to call her by her first name.

“I was considering if I should ask you if that’s the city we’re headed to, and if you were beginning to suffer from heat exhaustion. All that heavy leather can’t be comfortable in this heat.” Van Helsing chuckled and tilted his hat to shield his face from the sun.

“You almost sound concerned.” A small huff came from y/n, and she pulled her journal out of her small bag.

“Considering you’re the expert in getting around the city, I’d prefer not to lose you and be stranded.” Van Helsing just turned to the cart driver and began talking with him. Y/n began writing in her journal, making note of the city and the sites around them.

When they arrived at a small church, a meek looking man greeted them. Compared to Gabriel, y/n noted in amusement, the pastor was tiny. He guided the two visitors to the old library beneath the church and left them. Neither y/n nor Gabriel noticed how the pastor’s eyes lingered hungrily on the two of them.

<—>

Sighing and rubbing her eyes, y/n looked down in frustration at the book in front of her. Translating it from Latin to German was easy as breathing for her, but sometimes there were random words thrown in that were of a completely different language and it was slowing y/n down.

Across the room, Van Helsing was tossing books to the side if he didn’t deem them useful. It slightly annoyed her to see the delicate books thrown aside so carelessly, and y/n briefly wondered who had taught the monster hunter his manners.

“If all you’re going to do is throw books around, you can leave.” Van Helsing scowled at another book, and as if to rub it in y/n’s face, tossed the book down the aisle between the shelves.

“No.”

“What? Think the scary monster is going to come after me?” Y/n laughed and adjusted her reading glasses, fixing Van Helsing with a stern look. “I’m not a child, Van Helsing. I can look after myself. Besides, didn’t you state that this library was sanctified by your church?”

The dark haired man opened his mouth to argue, then closed his mouth and shook his head.

“Don’t stay up too late. We’re leaving early tomorrow morning.”

“I’m touched, Van Helsing. You do care.” The monster hunter snorted, taking a lantern with him as he left the library. Y/n turned back to the book in front of her and cracked her knuckles. It was time to get back to work.

Not even an hour into her work, a scratching noise came from one of the aisles. Y/n quickly turned her head towards the source. The area between the shelves was too dark to see, and against her better judgement y/n took a lantern and walked down the aisle. Dust motes floated through the air, and y/n raised her lantern a little higher.

A loud growl came from in front of her. A large, dark mass emerged from the darkness and another growl rumbled from its throat. Y/n’s mind took two seconds to register what she was seeing before she booked it for the exit. The monster howled and gave chase.

“Shit shit shit shit!” Her mother would have been horrified at her use of language, but right now y/n could care less. Her mother could come lecture her when she wasn’t being chased by a monster four times her size. Said monster crashed through the bookshelves in front of her, and y/n screamed and changed direction.

“GABRIEL!”

<—>

Gabriel was halfway up the stairs to the exit when he heard the loud crash. He half wondered if y/n had knocked something over, or if—

“GABRIEL!”

That didn’t sound good. Taking the stairs two at a time, Van Helsing all but flew back into the library. Shelves were shattered and books lay in pieces everywhere. And there was y/n back to a wall as something huge closed in on her.

“Y/n!” Gabriel grabbed the closest thing to him, an unlit torch sconce, and flung it at the monster. The beast didn’t even flinch, but it turned slowly towards Van Helsing. With a roar it lunged at the seasoned monster hunter, who dodged and ran for cover. He found y/n with a book, ready to hit whatever came near her.

“It’s me! It’s just me!” Y/n lowered the book slightly.

“How did that thing get in here?!?!” Van Helsing shook his head and handed his crossbow to the scientist.

“Take the crossbow, and shoot it!” Y/n jerked back in surprise, almost dropping the heavy weapon. She shoved it back at Gabriel.

“I don’t know how to shoot a crossbow!” The monster hunter gave her a disbelieving look.

“Seriously?”

“I’m a fucking scientist, not a bloody monster hunter! I study the human body and it’s different functions!” Gabriel rolled his eyes. Of course she couldn’t fight. She could translate dead languages seven ways to Sunday, but not fight.

“Fine. When I say go, you need to make a run for the exit. Keep running and don’t look back.”

“What about you?” Gabriel prepared a crossbow bolt.

“Is that concern I hear, Miss Lavenza?”

“Yes.”

“Then thank you. Now get ready.” Y/n took a deep breath, and got into position. Van Helsing stood up and sprinted away from y/n. Once he deemed himself far enough, he quickly shot two crossbow bolts into the monster. The beast howled and whirled to face the monster hunter.

“Run!” Y/n sprinted towards the exit. Van Helsing kept the beast occupied with his crossbow. For a brief moment, he saw an open wound on the creatures underbelly.

The creature reared up again, and Gabriel fired a crossbow bolt at the wound. The monster howled and staggered, clawing at it’s chest. Finally, it fell to the ground. With a spasm it began to shrink, until it was a middle aged man covered in black goo.

“Gabriel?” Van Helsing turned to find y/n standing at the exit, armed with nothing but a fireplace poker from the church above.

“I thought I told you to run.” Y/n stepped into the library, staring with wide eyes at the the goo-covered man.

“I—wait, isn’t that one of the church’s men? The one who showed us the way here?” Gabriel gently turned the man over, finding that it was indeed the pastor of the church.

“Shit.”

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[thedailyimagines]

Imagine helping Jill escape Raccoon City, then meeting again years later.

Anon requested: “It’s a Jill Valentine x Male Reader. They met during the events of the Raccoon City outbreak in Resident Evil 3 and helped her escape with Carlos but decided to stay due to some unfinished business but escaped in time before the destruction of the city. Years later, Jill is on a mission and is sees the reader is in trouble and helps him cause he helped her. Things get resolved and they decide to make it official and get together.”

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This contains slight spoilers for the game Resident Evil 3.

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Y/b/n = your brother’s name

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Jill slammed the reinforced door shut behind her, listening as Nemesis hammered against it until seeming to give up. It was just looking for another way in. There was no way she was going out that door again.

A shuffling noise caused Jill to whip around with her gun, only to find a terrified looking man holding his hands up in surrender.

“Whoawhoawhoa! I’m not armed!” Jill kept her gun trained on the stranger.

“Who the hell are you?” The man swallowed nervously.

“I’m y/n. I hid in here to get away from those things outside. Who are you?”

“Jill Valentine. Listen, there’s a big nasty monster out there and it’s standing between us and the exit. I need you to help me either find another way out or help me kill it.” Y/n’s eyes widened and he backed farther away from the door.

“This place has an old vent system, I don’t know if it leads outside but it definitely goes to another part of the building.” Jill raised an eyebrow, but lowered her gun slightly. Y/n relaxed a little and lowered his hands when the gun wasn’t pointing at his face.

“How would you know that?” Y/n gestured around the room—an office, Jill realized—and explained.

“It is—was, now—part of my job. Whoever owned this building was super anal about keeping the vents free of pests and dust even though they aren’t used anymore.”

“Sounds fun. Where’s the nearest way in?” Y/n took a few steps towards a desk pressed against the wall and started inching it back.

“Should be right behind this desk. Here, help me move it.” When the desk was moved, the vent cover was easy to get out of the way. Jill shined a flashlight into the dark hole.

“Don’t suppose you have a map?” Y/n shook his head.

“Of these? No. But I can lead you through them. I’ve got the layout pretty well memorized.” Y/n crawled into the vent, and Jill followed after him.

The two worked with one another to get out of the building, and to get as far as possible from Nemesis. It didn’t work (y/n swore it was tracking them), but they were saved in the nick of time by a man named Carlos Oliveira.

Y/n was given a gun (to his displeasure) and told to shoot anything that tried to kill them. The goal was to make it to the subway and board a train to get out of the city.

As they made their way to the subway, y/n and Jill would talk and try to make sense of what was going on, of how the world could go to hell in the space of a moment. Y/n would crack jokes to lighten the mood and Jill would roll her eyes and smile slightly.

Had the time been different, Jill could see herself and y/n going out together. He was kinda cute.

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They had made it. The train was about to leave and Carlos was staying behind to search for a Dr. Nathaniel Bard. Jill got on the train, and turned to face y/n. He was hesitating.

“Well? Are you coming?” Y/n shook his head.

“I can’t. Not yet.” Jill’s expression became confused, and she stepped off of the train.

“What? Why?” Y/n took a step back, looking towards the subway station exit.

“Jill, I need to find my brother. There’s a chance he’s still out there, and—” Jill shook her head.

“That’s insane. Y/n, there’s—it’s pretty likely he’s dead or worse.” Y/n just took another step back. He needed to find his brother. If he left without even seeing if y/b/n was okay or not...

“There’s still a chance. I need to find him. I’m going to find him.” Jill looked like she wanted to tell him to stay, but instead she took a walkie talkie from one of the mercenaries and gave it to y/n.

“Fine. Here’s a walkie. Try to stay in touch.” Y/n nodded and took the walkie, clipping it to his jacket.

“I will. Good luck out there.” The two shook hands and y/n couldn’t help but feel that this might be the last time they saw one another.

“You too.” Jill got back on the train, and the door closed. Y/n watched as the train left and headed back to the surface.

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“Y/n? Y/n can you hear me?” The walkie crackled loudly in the abandoned apartment, where y/n had just been forced to kill y/b/n. One of the...things had bitten y/b/n, and he had been too far gone by the time y/n had found him.

“Jill? I can hear you. What’s going on?” Jill’s voice was hard to hear through the walkie static, and y/n had to strain to make out what she was saying.

“Y/n? Shit, I’m not sure you can hear me. If you can, you need to get out of the city. There’s going to be missiles headed this way.”

“Missiles? Seriously? Shit. Jill, what the hell is going on?” Jill continued to talk, unaware that y/n could hear her.

“Head to the Spencer Memorial Hospital, there’s a helicopter there that can give you a ride out. If you’re not there in time...we can’t wait. I’m sorry.” The walkie went silent with a final crackle of static.

“Fuck me.” It was too far to the hospital. There was no way y/n was going to make it in time. But...y/b/n was a sewage worker. Maybe one of his maps could help.

After much frantic searching, y/n found the maps of the sewer pipes. Most of them seemed sectioned off from leading outside the city, but one map showed a line that lead straight out of the city to the surrounding forest. It was definitely closer than the hospital, so if y/n rushed...

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“Fuck!” The swear caught Jill’s attention. She was making her way to a secret Umbrella Corporation lab and was almost certain there was nobody else who knew about it or her mission.

Taking a quick glance around the corner, Jill saw a man fighting off one zombie as a could others tried to grab at him. It was fairly obvious that the man was overwhelmed and would die if no help came.

BANG

The gunshot echoed and drew the attention of some zombies. Jill took them out with practiced precision. The man finally threw the one zombie off of him and shot it. In a few minutes the rest were taken out, leaving only Jill and the stranger.

“You alright?” The man wiped the sweat from his face and turned to Jill.

“Yeah, thanks for the—holy shit, Jill?” The former S.T.A.R.S. member frowned, then her eyes widened in recognition.

“Y/n? I thought you were dead!” Y/n shook his head, still reeling at the reality of Jill being right there with him.

“I found a way out of the city, there was a sewer pipe—long story and it doesn’t matter, what are you doing here?” Jill jerked her head towards the building she had been trying to sneak into.

“I’m trying to find a way into an old lab. What are you doing here?”

“I’m just trying to get away from this place. There’s way too many of these things around here so I thought I’d move on to somewhere less crowded.” Jill smirked and gestured to the various zombie bodies lying around them.

“That didn’t work out too well.” Y/n put up his hands defensively.

“Hey, I had them on the ropes.”

“They were going to eat you.” The two laughed, and how long had it been since Jill had a real, honest laugh? Far too long, she thought.

“I should probably let you get back to your work. Catch you on the flip side?” Y/n grabbed a backpack that had fallen off his shoulder and made to leave.

“Actually...” What was she doing? She shouldn’t drag y/n into this.

“Yes?”

“I could use a little backup in there. You’re not too bad with a gun. Be my backup?”

“I’d be happy to help. Let’s get going.”

“Thanks for helping me. And y/n?” Y/n turned to face Jill.

“What’s up?”

“We should really talk later. About us.” Y/n nodded and smiled at Jill.

“I’m okay with that. Let’s survive this first.” The two survivors made their way into the lab, intent on surviving for to have their conversation.

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[thedailyimagines]

Imagine being the son of Loki and Nick Fury recruites you for the Secret Warriors.

Anon requested: “Imagine being the son of Loki raised in secret on Midgard and Nick Fury recruiting you for the Secret Warriors”

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I assume that the Secret Warriors group is the animated series one (Kamala Khan, Carol Danvers, Squirrel Girl, Patriot, and so on). This imagine places them in the MCU. The setup of this is kinda like an end credit scene for a movie.

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Today sucked.

First there was school, where y/n got a juice box dumped over his head. Then there was work, which y/n was told—without warning—he had to stay an extra two hours, making him work until eleven at night. And finally, the icing on the cake, y/n’s

“Mom?” Y/n turned the corner into the kitchen to find a man with an eyepatch and leather coat sitting at the small table of the apartment.

“Do I look like your mother?” Y/n grabbed a butter knife from the drying rack on the counter and pointed it at the man.

“Who the hell are you?” The man stood up, holding his hands out in a non-threatening manner.

“Somebody interested in recruiting you for a good cause.” Y/n didn’t lower the butter knife, instead leveling it at the man’s face.

“If it’s the military, no. I’m not interested.” The man shook his head.

“Think a little bigger than that.”

“Secret agent.”

“Close. My name is Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D. We heard about your abilities and want to recruit you for the Secret Warriors.” Y/n blinked once, twice, then raised an eyebrow.

“...The what now?”

“The Secret Warriors. A group of youths with special abilities. You would—” Fury was cut off as y/n started cackling.

“I’m sorry, you can’t really be serious! Why on Earth would I want to join your little club, much less one called the ‘Secret Warriors’? What are they, a bunch of sword wielding people in suits?” Fury scowled and crossed his arms.

“They’re some of the best heroes we have. And we want you to join them because we think you have potential to do a lot of good.” Y/n chuckled one last time before shaking his head.

“I’m not interested. You can see yourself out.” Y/n turned to go to his bed and maybe finally get some sleep.

“Alright then. I’m sure some people are going to be very interested in why there’s been a half-human, half-Asgardian teenager living on Earth for the past decade.” That stopped the teen dead in his tracks. Y/n turned around slowly, eyes narrowing at Fury.

“How in Hell’s bells do you know that?” Nobody knew that. Y/n had been given to his mother when he was young, and barely remembered his father or home before that. All he did remember were bright green eyes and the large golden spires from buildings.

“That is classified information. But what you can know is that there are people out there who desperately need your help, and I’m willing to do whatever it takes to get them that help.”

“Even blackmail a teenager?”

“Even that.” Y/n sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He looked out the dark window, seeing his eyes reflect green. A quiet voice told him to run away, not to go with the man.

“Where do I sign up?”

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[thedailyimagines]

Headcanons: Daisy Johnson

Anon requested: “Dating Daisy Johnson (Agents of Shield) would include, please? Thank you!”

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Dating Daisy Johnson would include...

Being introduced by Fitz and Simmons when she joins Coulson’s team

Taking secret joy that Ward is jealous of you dating Daisy

Training turning into tickle wars. You do train, it’s just with Daisy it becomes playful

Trying new foods in the new places you travel to

Trying to be helpful when she gets powers, and supporting her when she’s still figuring them out

Going on missions together and flirting over comms during these missions (much to everyone’s annoyance)

Comforting each other when something goes south—whether it’s with food, talking, or just holding one another

Being conflicted when Daisy leaves and becomes a vigilante, but supporting her choice to go alone. You keep up a long distance relationship

Being overjoyed when she returns

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[thedailyimagines]

Imagine Geralt saying he loves you after you almost die.

Anon requested: “Hello! Could you please do a Geralt x reader where she’s his best friend friend but he secretly loves her? She almost dies and he confessed to her when he thinks she can’t hear and he think he’s failed her?”

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“Y/n. You’re staying here.” You rolled your eyes and fastened your cloak around your shoulders. You weren’t powerless, far from it in fact. But Geralt still felt the need to caution you away from danger. And they say the man has no sense of chivalry.

“Geralt, I’ve been with you since the beginning. I’m not leaving now just because you think I can’t hold my own against whatever it is we’re going after.” Geralt shook his head, double checking he had everything he could need.

“Are you sure?” Not that he didn’t know you could hold your own, but this monster was extremely dangerous. Some sort of creature living in a swamp that attacked travelers.

“Is that uncertainty I hear, White Wolf?” You teases Geralt with a smile. He snorted and turned towards Roach, giving the horse a pat on the neck.

“Never.”

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The monster, covered in swamp weeds and sludge, rose up behind Geralt. Without thinking, you sprinted forward. Time slowed down, Geralt staring at you with a confused expression as you shoved him aside.

Fire danced at your fingertips and you sent a wave of fire at the monster. Quick as lightning a clawed hand swept towards you and you danced out of the way stumbling slightly but staying upright. Geralt appeared behind the monster, and in a moment his sword severed its head from its body.

With a final flail of its limbs, the monster fell to the ground. You and Geralt panted, adrenaline keeping the both of you prepared in case it got up again.

“That went better than expected.” Now that the excitement was over, you felt the ache of pushing your body settling in. At least you’d be on your way soon.

“Hmm.” Geralt was poking at the monster, probably making sure it was actually dead. You went to join him, but stumbled and almost fell over. A sharp pain blossomed in your side.

“What the...?” Placing your hand over your side, you pulled it away to find your hand covered in blood. Geralt turned just in time to see you fall over.

“Y/n!” Geralt caught you before your head hit the ground. You winced as he pressed a hand firmly against your wound.

“Fuck.” You coughed, and your lips felt wet. Odd. You hadn’t done anything to get them wet. Was it raining? No, there was no sound of water hitting the leaves. Your vision was swimming and your side burned.

“Hold still.” Geralt picked you up and ran towards where he had left Roach. You weren’t moving, you thought, he was. Or maybe you were. Your side really hurt now. You coughed again and tried clumsily to wipe your lips.

“Where’re we goin’?” Your words were slurred and you felt tired. How did you get out of the swamp? The world raced by as Roach sped towards the nearest settlement. Your head lolled backwards and your eyes fluttered shut.

“Don’t leave me. I love you.”

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You awoke to a pounding in your head and an dull ache in your side.

“Hells bells, my head.” Taking a glance around, you tried to figure out where you were. It was a small room with a medium sized bed. There was a lantern hung up, and from the view out the window you were probably on the second or third floor.

You jerked in surprise as the door of the room opened, and Geralt walked in. His eyes met yours immediately.

“You’re awake.” He set down the cup and small jug of water he was holding, helping you to sit up. You winced as a sharp pain radiated from your side.

“What happened?” Your voice was raspy. Geralt poured some water in the cup and held it to your lips to drink.

“You got hurt, almost bled out. I had to bring you back here.” You nodded and drank, the water soothing your dry throat. Geralt checked on your bandages, and when he was satisfied with what he saw, made to leave the room.

“Geralt...” The Witcher turned back towards you, a questioning look on his face.

“Yes?”

“I remember you said something before I blacked out.” Geralt shook his head and opened the door a little wider.

“You need rest y/n. We can talk more later. I need to check on Roach.”

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[thedailyimagines]

Headcanons: Loki Laufeyson

Anon requested: “can you do some headcannons about loki having a trans boyfriend please???”

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I did my best when writing this and hope I have information right. Please let me know if anything needs fixed!

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Transgender isn’t a new term to Loki. There are those on Asgard who identify as such, and Loki himself is what Midgardians call ‘gender fluid’.

Loki appreciates you telling him you’re trans. You trust him enough with this information, and he’ll treat your trust like a rare treasure.

Whether you wish to have reassignment surgery/ies or not, Loki supports your choice. If you can’t afford it but want the outcome of the surgery/ies, Loki will look into using magic to help you.

He’ll always compliment you, calling you “handsome” “strong” “charming” and other like names.

Do you use a binder? If so, expect Loki to be a mother hen. He’ll read up on everything he can about binding safely and how to avoid injury.

“Are you staying cool? It’s not too tight, is it? Do you need a break from wearing it? I know a good place to sit down—”

“Loki I’m fine! Let’s go to the café, they have really good pastries!”

If you want/need a binder but have trouble affording it, Loki would offer to take you to Asgard to get one (or several) made.

Speaking of taking you to Asgard, Loki would have a set of armor made for you. He said it made you look like “a strong, brave warrior of Asgard”.

If anyone ever hurt you for being a transgender male, expect Loki to hunt them down. He’d terrify the hell out of them teach them not to mess with you.

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[thedailyimagines]

Imagine Link coming to visit during his travels.

Anon requested: “could i get a loz link x male reader?”

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Not really focusing on a specific version of link, so feel free to imagine this as your favorite!

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Italics = sign language

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Knock knock knock

The knocking on your door surprised you. Not that you were a total shut in, but visitors weren’t common in your neck of the woods. Being a forest keeper had it’s perks, but the downside was that people tended to only go so far into the woods. Especially nowadays when monsters roamed freely. Every day it was getting more dangerous to go outside.

“Hold your horses, I’m coming.” You made your way to the front door of your home, opening it up to find a young man clad in green.

“Hello y/n. I hope I’m not bothering you.” Link knew his friend didn’t mind him visiting, but he didn’t want to intrude on y/n’s home. That would be rude to the young man that tended to the forest.

“Link! Of course you’re not a bother! I wasn’t expecting you, come in!” Ushering Link inside, you shut the door and gave your friend a tight hug. “How are you? It feels like ages since you visited.” Link let out a silent chuckle and hugged you back.

“I’m doing well. I’ve been traveling all over Hyrule and seeing new places.” Giving Link a quick once-over, you determined that what he said was true. There were several new tools on his belt, and his clothes appeared dusty from long travel.

“You’ll have to tell me about them. I’ve got some stew cooking, come grab a bowl.” After settling at the table with food, you propped your head up on your hands. “So, where did you travel this time? Last I heard you went down to Kakariko Village.” Link grinned and started to sign, telling you about his latest travels.

“I was traveling to the Zora domain after my trip to Kakariko. There was this huge water beast and I had to fight it to get to a temple...”

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[thedailyimagines]

Imagine being set up on a blind date with Claire Redfield.

Anon requested: “Claire Redfield x Male Reader. Reader is the brother of Jill Valentine is introduced to Claire while they are set up on a blind date by Jill and Claire brother Chris.”

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Sorry this one took so long, enjoy reading!

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“Y/n—scale of one to ten, how likely are you to go on a date within the next week?” Jill Valentine asked as she plopped down on the couch beside her brother. The two Valentine siblings were staying in a relatively safe location for the time being, though y/n was sure something would go wrong at any second.

“Negative ten.” Y/n didn’t even look up from the knife he was sharpening. Jill rolled her eyes.

“Come on, be serious.” Y/n sighed and stopped sharpening his knife, looking over at his sister.

“Fine. Negative ten thousand.” His answer earned him a punch to the shoulder.

“Y/n!”

“In case you haven’t noticed, the world is a shit show. It’s not like I can walk up to someone and ask them out because they’ll probably try to shoot me or rip my throat out.”

“Y/n...” Jill’s tone had a slight warning to it.

“Jill...” He replied in the same tone.

“Look, just cause the world sucks now doesn’t mean you can’t have normal things. Besides, it’d do you some good to try and meet someone new.” Jill gave y/n her best smile (which has little effect on swaying y/n’s choice).

“...If it means you’ll lay off the ‘forever alone’ jokes, fine. I’ll try later.” Jill beamed and got up from the couch.

“Great! Go get cleaned up, your date is probably waiting for you.” Y/n nodded and went back to his knife, then exactly what Jill said registered in his mind.

“Wait, what?” But Jill was already walking away, laughing as she did so. “Jill!”

<—>

Meanwhile on the other side of the compound, another set of siblings were having a similar conversation.

“Chris, no.” Claire didn’t even look up from the book she was reading. Something about success and the path getting there. Boring in Chris’ opinion.

“Come on Claire, it might be fun!” Claire just turned the page in her book and shook her head.

“Nuh uh. ‘Fun’ is reading a book, or playing a game, or punching an asshole in the face. Dates with strangers aren’t fun.” Chris huffed and crossed his arms.

“You’ve never even been on one!” Claire rolled her eyes and shut her book, standing and walking towards her bedroom in the shared apartment.

“Case and point. I prefer not talking to strangers and dating people I know.”

“Come on Claire! Just once while we’re here! For me?” Chris got down on his knees, hands clasped together as he tried his best to make puppy dog eyes.

“...ugh, fine! But if I have a terrible time you owe me one!” Chris jumped up and pumped his fist in the air in victory.

“Deal. Now go get ready, your date probably is headed over to meet you now.” Claire’s eyes widened in surprise at the news of her sudden date, and she chased after her brother.

“Chris!”

<—>

Y/n wasn’t quite sure what one should wear to a blind date, so he choose to go with a (semi) clean pair of blue jeans and his brown leather jacket over a black t-shirt. Nothing too fancy, but he didn’t look homeless or like he’d spent several weeks crawling through garbage.

The small restaurant (really just a makeshift dining area under a very large tent) smelled good, and there was the sound of talking and laughter from the inhabitants.

“Excuse me? Are you y/n?” Y/n looked up to find a woman in a red vest staring at him.

“Uh, yeah. Y/n Valentine. I’m guessing you’re Claire?” The woman, Claire, nodded and held out her hand.

“Claire Redfield, nice to meet you.” Y/n shook her hand, and they went inside the tent. After grabbing a bowl of food each, they found a card table that was unoccupied and sat down.

“So...how’d you end up in a place like this?” Claire shrugged and poked at the food (more like mush) in her bowl.

“My brother found it, so we decided to settle down and take a break while we could. You?” Swallowing the tasteless spoonful mush, y/n waved his hand idly in the air.

“Me and my sister were just passing through, but she wanted to stay a little longer. Been here ever since.” Claire nodded in understanding and set down her spoon. Out of the corner of her eye she swore she saw a familiar face peeking into the tent.

“It’s got it’s perks though. Food, shelter, a place to sleep. Walls aren’t that sturdy though.” Y/n chuckled and nodded in agreement.

“Yeah. Sometimes I swear they’re going to fall over and let the dead in. Hopefully I’m not around when that happens.”

“I’ll drink to that.” The two continued to chat as they ate, sharing stories from before the world turned on its head. The evening would have ended pleasantly enough, until—

BOOM

A deafening crash sounded from outside the tent. Y/n and Claire shot up from their seats. Everything was silent. Y/n broke the silence.

“What the fuck?” Then the screams came from outside, joined by low moans and hissing.

“They’re inside! The zombies are inside the walls!”

“Run for it!” Everyone went into a panic. Claire and y/n moved out of the way of the stampeding citizens, trying to avoid being trampled. Y/n grabbed the knife he had left strapped to his leg in case of emergencies, and Claire pulled her gun out of its holster.

“Wanna kill some zombies?” Claire flipped off the safety on her gun and headed out of the tent.

“Gladly.” The compound’s guard/militia was already closing up the breach in the wall, but a good chunk of zombies had already gotten through. Y/n hacked through them and Claire shot any that were coming too close.

Others who had weapons joined the two, and soon the zombies moved no more. Y/n was breathing heavily and Claire was tense and ready to shoot again.

“That was interesting. Nice knife skills.” Y/n nodded and gestured to Claire’s gun.

“Nice shooting.” Claire holstered the gun and looked around. There wasn’t much else she’d be able to help here with.

“I should go check on my brother, he’s probably worried.” Y/n nodded and sheathed his knife.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t be surprised if my sister was already halfway here. It was nice to meet you., I’m sorry that we were interrupted.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault. I’ll see you around.” Claire turned and started to walk off, until y/n called out to her.

“Wait!” She turned back around, curiosity written on her face.

“Yes?” Y/n rubbed the back of his neck and gave Claire a sheepish look.

“If you want—do you wanna grab a drink sometime? There’s a bar here that sells halfway decent drinks.” Claire looked surprised, then a grin broke out across her face.

“Sounds like fun. It’s a date.”

<—>

“So yeah. We hit it off pretty well. Aside from the giant interruption. We were thinking of meeting up later for a drink.” Jill dipped at her drink and smiled at y/n.

“That’s nice. I guess you’ll be thanking me for setting you up?” Y/n shook his head.

“Hah! Nope.”

“Y/n!”

“Maybe you shouldn’t spy on me!”

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“Look at you! Being a big girl and trying out new things!” Claire punched her brother’s shoulder and continued trying to get the zombie bits scrubbed out of her vest.

“Fuck you. It was a barely a first date and more like a fight to survive.” Chris just laughed and elbowed Claire playfully.

“But you got a second date~” Claire just rolled her eyes and huffed.

“Yeah, no thanks to you. And I could see you hiding by the tent entrance.” Chris’ eyes widened and he started to vehemently deny being anywhere near Claire’s date.

“What? Nooo. That totally wasn’t me. I was here, doing nothing.”

“Sure you were.”

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[thedailyimagines]

Imagine being Alexios’ best friend and falling for Kassandra.

Anon requested: “My request is Kassandra(AC odyssey) x Male Reader. Where Kassandra was Deimos and not Alexios. Reader is best friends with Alexios since childhood and has been his partner throughout the events in the game. After Kassandra reunited with her family, reader took interest in her and they started talking. Eventually they fall for each other and reader decides to marry her with blessings of Alexios and his mother. They then marry with close friends and family in attendance and it’s super fluffy. :)”

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I had to google what went into an Ancient Greek wedding. Apparently there was a lot of things.

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Y/n was concerned. Not for himself, but rather for his friend. Alexios has returned from infiltrating the meeting of some cult that Herodotus sent the Spartan to.

The mercenary has been rather shaken, and when y/n had pressed him for information Alexios told him shocking news; Alexios’ sister was alive. Y/n found it hard to believe—mostly because babies didn’t generally survive being thrown off of cliffs.

“Alexios?” The Spartan man turned his gaze from the sea.

“Yes?” Y/n leaned against the side of the boat next to Alexios, taking a deep breath before he began.

“I know you want to believe that your sister isn’t dead...that this Deimos woman is her. But what if it’s not her?” Alexios instantly became defensive.

“I know it’s her. When we touched that thing—” Y/n held up his hands, trying to calm Alexios.

“Alexios, please just think about this. The cult wants you and your family dead. Your sister was thrown off a cliff as a baby. The odds of her even surviving are practically impossible.” Alexios shook his head, leaning back on the railing of the ship.

“So what are you saying?” Y/n placed a hand on the mercenary’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

“What I’m saying is that it’s very likely that the cult is having someone pretend to be your sister to try and lower your guard. So please just—just be careful.” Alexios sighed and hung his head.

“Y/n, you’ve been my friend for as long as I lived on Kephallonia. I need you to trust me on this.”

“I’ll try my best.”

<—>

Y/n was thinking.

The cult business had been settled (ie: killed) and Alexios’ family was reunited. Myrinne and Nikolaos has quite a bit to sort out—something about throwing sons off cliffs and y/n was not getting into that business—and Alexios had gone to buy supplies. The crew was busy and that left y/n with only one other to talk to.

The woman in question was sharpening a very intimidating sword. Y/n debated his chances of being stabbed or maimed in some terribly painful way, then decided to talk to her. Maybe she was feeling a little out of place on the ship?

“Soooo...I assume you’re Alexios’ sister?” The brown haired woman sighed, set down her sharpening stone, and looked up at him.

“What of it?” Y/n held out his hand, which the warrior looked at then back at him.

“It’s nice to meet you. I’m y/n.” The woman reluctantly took y/n’s hand.

“I’m Kassandra. Was there something you needed?” Y/n sat down near Kassandra, keeping close enough to talk but far enough not to intrude in her space.

“I was just looking to make conversation. There’s only so many stories I can hear from Barnabas and Herodotus before I hear them repeated.”

“I see. How did you earn a place on the ship, if I may ask?” Y/n gave her a mischievous grin.

“Me and Alexios have known each other since he turned up on Kephallonia. He became a misthios, and I...may have participated in acquiring items for a price.” Kassandra raised an eyebrow.

“You’re a thief?” Y/n shrugged a little.

“Only for good reasons. There were plenty of nasty characters on the island that could have their pockets lightened. Usually I gave some of that coin to the poorer families.” The gold armored woman tilted her head, looking y/n over.

“Not many practice that sort of charity.” The thief fiddled with his fingers. Oh the pockets those hands had picked, the valuables they had taken!

“The way I saw it, some people could afford to help others. Indirectly, of course.”

“Mm.” Y/n decided to try and change the conversation to learn about Kassandra.

“Are you going to become a misthios? You would probably do well at that.” Kassandra shrugged and turned the sharpening stone around in her hand.

“I don’t know. I still haven’t decided. I may in time.”

“I’m sure whatever you choose, you’ll have friends among you.”

<—>

After that conversation, y/n and Kassandra would talk more often. She confided in him about her past, how her life was under the Cult of Kosmos, and her experiences. Y/n told her about Kephallonia and how he was orphaned when his family left him for a better life, one without a child.

Y/n wouldn’t deny that he was attracted to Kassandra, but there was a part of him that kept him from telling her. Mostly he was nervous about affecting his relationship with her—if she would hate him, if she’d tell him to get lost, if she’d pity him. Y/n would listen to her answer, but he still feared what she’d say.

“A thief. Destined for execution the moment I picked my first pocket. And who would want me as a husband? People want to marry someone they know will come home.” Currently y/n was expressing his concern to the only person who he could trust with information about his feelings.

“Maybe she’d like a little excitement.” Alexios leaned back on the rock he was sitting on.

The Adrestia has docked for supplies, and the two men had gone ashore for a break from the ship. Alexios personally thought y/n and Kassandra would work well together. They got along well and he had seen the way one looked at the other when they weren’t looking.

“Excitement and uncertainty are two different things.” Alexios just laughed and threw a twig at the thief.

“Y/n, we’ve been friends for a long time. In all my time as your friend, I’ve never seen you act like this about a woman. And I’m telling you that you and Kassandra would be good for one another. Just talk to her.”

<—>

“Kassandra?”

“Y/n? I thought you went with Alexios.”

“He accepted a job for someone. And I have something I need to say to you.”

“What is it?”

“We’ve been talking with one another for a while now. And I...I want to be closer to you. I feel happy when I’m near you, when we talk. I like it when you laugh, when you smile, when you threaten people when they insult you or your family.” Y/n swallowed the lump in his throat, and continued.

“I know that I’m a thief, and that it’s very likely that the next day will be the day I’m caught and killed. But I want to be with you—spend my life with you.” Kassandra’s eyes were wide with surprise.

“Y/n, what are you saying?” Y/n took Kassandra’s hand in his own.

“Kassandra, I want to be yours. If you’d have me.” Y/n couldn’t look her in the eyes.

“...You really mean that, don’t you?” The thief nodded his head.

“Yes. I swear by the gods I mean it.” Kassandra took y/n’s face in his hand, making him look her in the eyes.

“If you’ll be mine, I’ll be yours.”

<—>

They were married after a month.

The wedding wasn’t big. It wasn’t held in any temple, there were no presiding officials, there wasn’t anything fancy. It was a small ceremony aboard the Adrestia with Kassandra’s family and the crew in attendance.

Kassandra had spent time with her mother as part of the proaulia, preparing for the actual wedding. Nikolaos tried (and somewhat succeeded) in making a meal for his family as his part in the proaulia, though Alexios joked it was rather bland.

Finally the day of the gamos arrived. There was a small offering made to the gods, and the ceremony was kept short at y/n and Kassandra’s request. Kassandra wore her armor instead of the usual wedding wear.

The couple was left to their own in a rented space on shore. Y/n and Kassandra spent the first night of many together as husband and wife.

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