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Thor Odinson Imagine Thor x plus size reader Thor x pregnant reader

Imagine having your first child with Thor...

While you definitely missed Earth....you could not deny that Asgardian medicine/magic was far more advanced that Earth ever dared to be.

This brought you some peace of mind when it came to what you'd just discovered.

Pregnant.

Pregnant.

Pregnant!

When the finality of it hit you took out out of there like a bolt of lightning.

How fitting giving that the very child you were now carrying came from the God of Thunder.

You were mad woman in search of your, admittedly rather new, husband.

You skidded to a halt in front, Valkyrie, who'd basically appointed herself as your body guard (and best friend) since your arrival on Asgard several months back.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I...I can't tell you.  I gotta tell Thor!" you said hopping from one foot to the other earning an odd look for her.

"I can help you." she insisted.  "Just tell me."

You groaned, "I promise I'll tell you second but I gotta tell- THOR!"

You bellowed from the balcony, seeing that blond hair.

He turned and smiled at you, "Yes, my Queen?"

"Come here! Come here! Come here! It's nothing bad but come on!" you waved at him energetically.  "Jesus, Thor! Hurry up!"

He chuckled at you as he made quick work of the stairs before he was standing in front of you.

You grabbed hold of his armor and yanked him down before whispering into his ear.

"We're having a baby."  

He pulled away from you sharply and stared into your eyes.

"Do not toy with me on this, Y/N." he said very seriously.  

"I'm not!" you giggled, tears pricking your eyes.  "I just found out.  I wanted to tell you first. Couldn't even tell Val yet."

"Tell Val what?" she pressed.

You looked to Thor and he grinned before turning to her, "You're going to be a god mother."

It took her a moment before her eyes grew in size.

"Shared custody with Nattie of course!" you interjected happily.

You could not WAIT to tell your designated redhead about it.

"I can't believe you're having a baby!" she said, hand reaching out to touch your soft belly but Thor just wound you closer into him...making her roll her eyes.

"Two actually."

The three of you looked towards the healer who's room you had occupied moments ago.

"I was going to tell you that before you ran off." she smiled and you squealed with glee before Thor lifted you into the air and twirled you around.

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Several months passed and as Thor stood in the summer sun...he could not believe the beauty of you.  

He’d never thought you could get anymore beautiful...but as you stood there, belly even more swollen with his twin girls....he was proven wrong. 

He’d never been so happy to be wrong in life. 

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Bucky Barnes Imagine Fluff, Oneshot, Drabble, Idk, what you want to call it.  I'm just obsessed ok, lol. Bucky Barnes x plus size reader Requested by: @becrazy--beyou

It was Christmas morning and for you that meant a day of traveling to your loved ones...and bombarding them with gifts and food.

As much as you loved Tony and all of the Avengers...you refused to live on the base.

It irritated Tony to no end because the two of you had become close over the years but you'd always been someone that needed their space.

It was something that you had bonded over with Steve and Bucky.

Both of which just so happened to be the very first on your list.

Partially because they were closest to you and partially because you knew that they wouldn't murder you for getting them up earlier.

So with homemade hot chocolate swinging from a thermos on your arm, gifts in your bag and a smile upon your face...you rapped excitedly on their door.

"Guys! I'm freezing out here! Let me in!" you whined at them before the door was eventually opened to reveal a disheveled Steve.

Blond hair a muss and blue eyes twinkling with a mixture of irritation and amusement.

"You know, normal people would sleep in on Christmas." he teased pulling you inside.

"Well, I suppose it's a good thing no one around here is NORMAL then isn't it, Steven?" you quipped at him.

He rolled his eyes.

"Give me my food and go bther Buck until it's an acceptable time of day." he said poking your soft side...effectively making you giggle against your will.

"Honestly!" you gasped. "You're Captain America.  I THOUGHT you'd be up with sun.  Besides- it's Christmas.  Early rising is necessary."

He simply sniffed at you unimpressed, "Food. Now."

"I'm not giving you anything until you're nice to me." you sassed him.

He lifted a brow at you.

"If you don't give me something to eat in the next five seconds I will tickle you until you pee." he said.

You pretended to think for a moment before grabbing the treats you made him....and took off in the direction of Bucky's room.

"You can't outrun me!" he called after you.

You knew this...but you didn't have to.

All you had to do was make it to Bucky.

However, you were not prepared for the blue eyed, dark haired man to emerge from the bathroom shirtless and pajama pants hanging low on his hips.

The little band of his underwear just peeking out the top.

You were caught between the sudden desire of dropping to your knees and worshipping every inch of him....and wanting to kill him for making you feel such things.

"Give me that now." Steve said reaching around....effectively shocking you out of your stupor.

"Bucky! Save me!" you gasped shooting towards him.

His arms opened out of instinct and you basically molded yourself into his body.

He just about passed out from the feeling of your soft, deliciously warm body pressing against the hard angles of his.  

He'd dreamt about this but never thought it would actually happen.

"Steve's trying to get me, Bucky." You whined, playfully glaring at his best friend from the confines of Bucky's warm, strong chest.  "Don't let him get me.  I'll do anything you want."

He forced himself to swallow down the filthy images that sprang to mine when those words left your perfect lips.

Bucky gently pried the plate of goodies from you hand and tossed them at Steve.

"Go back into your cave, punk.   We'll get you up later." he said glancing at the blond who disappeared in his room with the treats like a damn vampire.

You lightly thudded your fist against Bucky's incredibly warm chest.

"Bucky Barnes, you're a traitor." you said glaring up at him playfully.

He shrugged, "Just trying to neutralize the situation, doll."

You smiled in spite of yourself and grabbed both of his hands in yours as you stepped away from his warm.

"Merry Christmas, Bucky." you grinned at him. "I got your a present."

"Merry Christmas, Y/N." he said. "But you didn't need to get me anything."

"James Buchanan Barnes, I made this with my own chubby little fingers and if you don't come open up right now I'll be extremely offended and I'll cry.  Is that what you want?  You want tears for Christmas? I'm warning you right now.  I am not a pretty when I cry." you admonished with him with hands on your wide, delightfully squishy hips.

There was a cross between a smirk and a grin that crossed his handsome features.

"I find it hard to believe that there's ever a time when you're not pretty, doll...but I'd never make you cry on purpose." he said.  "I'll meet you in the kitchen in a sec."

He watched as you skipped down the hallway and disappeared into the kitchen before he retrieved your gift and followed suit.

You were sitting on the couch with homemade hot cocoa when he finally got there and he couldn't help but smile at the sight of you.

If you'd let him...he'd gladly wake up to that sight every day for the rest of his life.

"Ok, come on!" you squealed.  "I've had to keep this a secret for three months! If I have to wait any longer, I'll die."

He chuckled but sat down beside you anyway and accepted the mug you offered him...relishing in the way that you scooted closer to him.

He loved that about you.

It was like whenever he was around you... you just got closer and closer.  

Like a little warm, squishy, soft nest all the time.

He adored it and you.

"Since you woke me up so early..." he trailed mischeviously.  "You have to open first."

It never took much convincing and he knew that so he wasn't surprised when you savagely ripped the box apart and dramatically fell back on the couch clutching it to your chest.

"PJs!!!!" you whispered in delight.

Bucky knew of your unhealthy obsession of cute pajamas...and he knew it well.

"Thank you, Bucky!" you gasped surging forward and locking your arms around his neck.

A peppering of kisses all over his face- save for the lips and he was almost beet red.

"Ok, your turn!" you said.

Bucky slowly and carefully unwrapped the little present before he was greeted with a soft, intricate hand made creation.

"It's for your arm!" you gushed holding your hands over your mouth in excitement.

He was just staring at it and you almost thought you'd messed up.

"My arm?" he asked.

"Yeah..." you said cautiously. "You see , you just.."

You gently took the creation from him and slid the warm, cozy knitted sleeve up and over his metal arm before the attached strap slung across his chest buttoned into place.

Beautiful blues fading into whites that you thought just matched Bucky Barnes in every way.

He stared down at it in wonder.

"Bucky, I -" you said suddenly self conscious about it. "If you don't like it, it's ok.  I didn't mean to upset y-"

You never got to finish your sentence because he'd basically attacked you with a warm, fierce kiss.

"This is the best gift I've ever gotten." he breathed against your lips when you finally pulled away.  "I'm never taking it off."

"Whoa..." you giggled from the kiss. "Merry Christmas to me!"

"What?" he laughed.

"Cute pjs AND a smexy Bucky?" You asked with glee.  "Santa Clause IS real!"

"I'm also never letting you go." Bucky said going in for a second kiss.

"Joy to the world! The lord has- mmph!"

And your lips were promptly sealed with the sweetest of Christmas kisses.

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“Natural Attraction”- A Nick Jakoby Imagine/Story- Part Three

"Natural Attraction" Nick Jakoby (Bright) Imagine/ Story Nick Jakoby x plus size reader Part Three

The next morning Nick was on cloud nine as he headed into work.Nothing could touch him.  

No shitty remarks (because no matter what he did there would always be haters), no nothing.    

Ward thought he'd nearly lost his mind as he hummed a tune while they were on patrol.

So when they got called to check out a robbery and shooting he finally said something.

"So you gonna tell me why there's a shit eating grin on your face or what?"

"Just happy is all." Nick had said.

Ward just narrowed his eyes at him, "You know, orcs got tells too."

Nick smirked at the remark from his partner but kept driving anyway.

They made it to the scene and joined the others in accessing the situation and interviewing the witnesses.    

They split up and he headed across the street to see if any of the other local shops knew anything.  

However, the second he did, a familiar scent smacked him in the face and he whipped around trying to locate it.

He followed his nose and it led him into the metaphysical/witchy shop in front of him and when he did....a smile grew on his face.

There you were.  

Ripped jeans with lace underneath clinging to your curvy hips and a tee baring a crescent moon stretching across your lovely form.

"Can I help you with something?"

Another shorter woman came from around the corner to greet him.  

"Maybe he's here to buy some shampoo."  

His eyes focused on you with a narrowed playful look at the teasing smile on your wonderful lips.

"Y/N!" the woman scolded.  

You laughed, "Easy, Tilda.  This is Nick. He's my neighbor...for now."

"Hey you." he said.  

"Hey." you giggled in a ludicrous manner.  

"So what are you doing here, stud?" you taunted him, coming from behind the counter.  

"Got anything to do with the shooting earlier?"  

He nodded, "You ok?"  You nodded in reply.  

"Yeah, we were ok.  I really don't think he even meant to shoot the gun.  He seemed freaked out and dropped it afterwards.  That's what caused it to go off again. Didn't get a clear look at his face though so I doubt I'm any help. He was wearing a navy blue hoodie.  Looked like it came from one of those kiosks in the mall."  you shrugged.  

Tilda abandoned you both for the back of the store...since you seemed to be having a little flirtfest.  

What neither of you noticed was the look on Ward's face as he stood looking at the both of you through the window from outside.    

He could NOT believe what he was seeing...and he made himself known  when he saw Nick wink at you saucily.  

He entered the shop with a particularly irritated look on his face.  

"Ah, hell no!  I know you did NOT just wink at my lil baby cousin!" before he turned to you.  "And what the hell you doing in this neighborhood anyway?"

You rolled your eyes, "Cousin my marriage- distantly.  And I live and work here."

 "Since when?" Ward asked, brows lifting up in challenge.

 "Bout three or four months now." you shrugged.

"And you couldn't open ya damn mouth and tell someone?" he pressed.

You shrugged a little sheepishly, "There was a lot of shit going on in this town then..."

 He acted offended, "Oh, you couldn't be associated with ME?"

"Daryl, we're not close.  I don't know why you're acting like this."  you snapped, irritated with him for ruining your moment with Nick.  

Nick was just staring at you and you had the decency to look sheepish in that moment.  

"Wait, you knew who I was?" he asked.  "Then why did you make me nearly choke on my tongue trying to introduce myself when you moved in?"  

You flushed, "You were so cute and you were trying so hard! I didn't want to cut you down!"  

He shook his head in disbelief, "And you never thought to mention that your cousin was my partner?"  

"Nick, we haven't exactly had a ton of conversations until here recently."  you pointed out reasonably.  

He knew this was true.  

But he'd spent several hours getting to know you last night and he just felt like he'd known you a lot longer.  

Nick's broad shoulders deflated with a sigh,

"Yeah, ok, I- I get that. Sorry, for -"

You smiled at him and pinched his cheek, "No worries, stud."  

Ward shook his head and lifted his brows again, "Yo, lovebirds.  I'm still here."  

"Unfortunately." you rolled your eyes.

 "We may not be close but she's still family." Ward said and Nick offered a small smile.  

"That's cool, man.  I didn't know that." he said.

 "Yo, this is my cousin, man!  You with my cousin now? What next?"  Ward said making you want to nut check him for being a toolbag.  

"Uh, well no- well wait, I mean- I'd like to be! Well, damn, what I mean is ..." Nick stammered helplessly.

You smirked and slid up next to him to peck his cheek...making him FLUSH.  

"He means that we made out and he likes my butt.  And we're also grown ass adults and don't need your opinion on the situation.  Ok, so maybe the last part was me but keep your big nose out of it, Daryl." you challenged him.

"Girl, you betta get out my face."  he said as you moved foward in challenge.

"This is why we're not close." he told Nick after you stared him down. "Because she's crazy.  Now come on.  Let's get out of this shop.  It's giving me the creeps."

 He left but didn't get out the door without you chirping at him, "Pussy."  

"Bitch, I-"  

Nick was trying this best to hide his laughter as you challenged this man who was clearly so done with you.  

"You'll what?" you asked.  "Hand cuff me? Take me in?  As long as you let your partner do it, I could be into some roleplay."    

Ward made a face and slammed the door with a, "Come on, man! That's nasty!"

As soon as the door closed,  Nick lost it and double over in laughter.  

You grinned seeing the happiness fill his eyes.  

You decided right then that you loved this look on him and you made it your mission to keep it on him as often as possible.  

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Loki Laufeyson Imagine Loki x plus size reader

Imagine Thor teasing/threatening Loki that he'll tell you about his crush on you.

"I WILL tell her, brother."

"No!" Loki all but growled at Thor.  

"Why not, Loki?" he teased.  "Afraid?"

"There's no need for her to know." he snapped.  

You shook your head from where you stood in the doorway.

You crossed your eyes and then rolled them at Thor's ridiculous wink as he stood in front of Loki, and you behind.

"Loki." you called out to him.  "I know."

He turned and lifted a dark brow at you, "You do?"

"Yes." you said simply smoothing your shirt down over your soft tummy. "And I like you too."

He tried to look angry but the smile tugging his lips betrayed him.

"Why didn't you say anything?" he asked.

You just smirked at him, "Well, you're awfully adorable when you get all flustered."

He narrowed his eyes at you, "Why you little.."

"Oh, honey." you smirked. "I'm more than you can handle anyway."

"We shall see about that..."

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"Natural Attraction" Nick Jakoby (from Bright) Imagine/Story Nick Jakoby x plus size reader

Nick had lived across from you for four months now.

He'd barely spoken to you at all...but my god, did he want to.

The most he'd ever said to you was hello as you passed each other on the walkway.

Your homes were right across from each other so he could see right into your window on most nights.

Because god forbid, you ever draw the curtains or anything.

He hated to admit that it worried him.

You were kind of a free spirit with a kind hearted nature.

He thought that you trusted too easily...but he also thought it was one of your sweetest traits.  

However, Nick seemed to think everything about you was great...even your obvious flaws.

It was easy to forget flaws when you didn't really know someone.

It was an endearing quality of his though.

You were a larger girl- always had been and he often wondered what it would be like to feel you.

It didn't even have to be in a sexual way- well, he wouldn't lie and say that he hadn't THOUGHT about that but he just wondered how soft you were.

What it would be like to hold you, to hug you and to have you in his arms.

You liked to bellydance...which was just about the death of him.

The poor man could barely even tend to the vegetables in his garden because of you sometimes.

You liked to try new things and tended to have new hobbies and activities like you changed your underwear.

So there was no telling what he might come home to at any given moment and see you doing in our backyard.

Like right then...when he was convinced that God had either blessed or damned him.

Either way...he was good with it because at that particular moment you were hanging from silks attatched to the rather large tree in your backyard.

From what he had heard of your conversations with your friends, you'd recently taken up aerial silks.

Yes, he eavesdropped.

It wasn't necessarily intention.

He just had really good hearing.

And he didn't try too hard NOT to hear things that pertained to you.

But there you were, dangling in the air, soft skin EVERY WHERE ....just begging to be touched.

He'd never do it of course.

Nick wasn't like that.

However, apparently he'd been staring too long because you smiled at him.

"Hey, Nick!"

God, you had the loveliest smile.

He jumped a bit before waving at you.

"Hey." he said simply.

'Hey... really, Jakoby?' he thought to himself. 'What a scholar....'

He opened his mouth to say something else when you turned and went plummeting towards the ground.

He jumped into action and leapt over the side of the fence to catch you.

You landed into his muscular arms with a surprised look on your face.

Eyebrow quirked over sparkling eyes and chubby cheeks pulled in an amused smile.

"Um, not that I'm not appreciating the position of anything but...what are you doing?" you asked him as he sat you down on your bare feet.

"You were falling." he said with those wide golden eyes of his.

You chuckled, "Oh, Nick, honey.   I'm ok.  That's just a spin out.   I was just getting down.  However, I gotta say I'm impressed. You were wicked fast and you didn't even budge when I hit you.  I know I'm heavy."

The way he fidgeted at your praise was ADORABLE.

"You felt just fine to me." he said softly.  "And I was just doing my job."

"Are you one of those cops that's on duty all the time?" you teased him, not able to bring yourself to the point of actually stepping away from the close proximity you'd acquired.

"Kinda." he shrugged with a sweet, nervous little laugh.

"Well, Officer Jakoby." you said, playing it up.  "Wanna come inside for some supper? I'm making pasta." you smiled before it faltered. "Well, I was.  Damn it, I need to go to the store.  I'm out of tomatoes."

He grinned at you, "I can fix that."

He made his way back over to his home and into his garden.

He came back, basket it hand and presented you with several delicious looking tomotoes from his garden.

"Aw, Nick! You're a godsend!" you gushed, rocketing towards him and hugging him fiercely.

He'd be lying if he said he didn't melt into right then.

You had the best hugs.

The kind of hugs that made his brain go all fuzzy in his head.

He never wanted to let you go?

Part Two

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Sam Winchester Imagine Sam Winchester x plus size reader

"Damn Winchesters"

Imagine... Being a hunter and running into the boys on a hunt.....

You had them right where you wanted them.

If you weren't so focused on finding out what you needed right now you might've given yourself a high five.

You had managed to work your way inside the hive of one of the most notoriously seedy vampire groups in the city.

It had taken you a year to track them down and months to research them enough to find the leader and take them down.

You'd dressed for the occasion and even sprayed yourself with a pheromone mix from a source that will not be disclosed.

You had them lured in and you knew you were on the menu tonight for the leader.

And that was exactly what you needed.

Get close to him and take his god damned head off.

You'd heard through the grapevine that this particular leader had a taste for larger women.

Of course, anyone who told you that had to accompany it with some kind of backhanded comment about it being  because he was several centuries old and large women in his time meant wealth and prosperity.

However, judging by the absolutely hoards of larger women he seemed to accumulate...you kinda doubted that.

If he wasn't the same bloodsucker personally responsible for the death of a close friend of yours you might have been slightly impressed.

However, you'd played it up.

Researched him to a T.

And now you were perched on the bed of this creature, waiting for his return.

And that's when all hell broke loose.

The door burst open followed by two men with guns.

"Get down!" they shouted at you and you looked at them in disbelief.

No.  

Fucking.

Way.

You'd worked too hard and too long for this just to have it fucked up by some little fucktard hunters who clearly hadn't done enough research.

"Shut up!" you hissed at them.  "He'll be back any second!"

"It's ok. We'll protect you." the shorter one said.

You stared at them for a second before your eyes widened and a snarl curled your lips.

"You're the god damned Winchesters aren't you?" you snapped before shaking your head. "Son of a bitch!"

"Is this chick serious?" the shorter one said before looking to the taller one, "Sammy, is this for real?"

"Dean..." he sighed before turning back to you. "Listen, ma'am-"

You rolled your eyes at this 'Sam' and stood from the bed and started pulling clothes off.

Both of them looked at you like you'd grown three heads as parts of your plump body was revealed to be heavily decorated with weapons.

You pulled an axe from a harness that was attached to your back and stood poised and ready.

"We're not gonna figh-" Dean started but the door opened behind them again and you launched the axe between their heads, spliting a vamp's head clean in half.

Sam's eyes widened when you threw a large hunting knife next hitting another vamp between the eyes.

They both went to ask you questions when you silenced them both with a raise of your hand.

"We gotta go." you said.  "I had this shit under control but thanks to your hero complex, about a year and a half of work has just gone down the shitter.  So thanks for that, boy wonders."

"Hey, we just saved your ass." Dean snapped.

"I kinda doubt she needs saving." Sam admitted as he bent over and retrieved you knife and axe before handing them to you.

"Shut up." you hissed at them both. "I hear- duck!"

At that moment, dry wall split and desperate hands reached out to rip them apart but you popped back up with your knife in hand and began cutting limbs off where they were.

"Run!" you snapped. "We gotta get out of here before..."

"I knew there was something off about you, my pet."

"Fuck." you mouthed and closed your eyes briefly.

The three of you turned to see the head of the coven.

He was tall and blond, looking nothing short of some kind of Norse god but he was terrifying.

"That wasn't very nice, princess." he said.

"Well, I'm no princess." you shrugged turning towards him...fully prepared to duke it out with him for as long as it took.

"I could change that." he smirked.  "Change you and use your powers of seduction to lure in my meals.  Don't think I haven't noticed how everyone seems to lose their minds around you.  You have a gift, my dear. Use it." he drawled.

"I didn't have to use anything with you." you said quirking an eyebrow at him. "All I had to do was plant the seed that I did and you came running."

He growled at you and lunged but Sam's arms wrapped around you, yanking you out of the way as Dean shot forward to deal with him.

"Hey!" you snapped at the bohemoth of a man before reaching down and snatching a throwing knife from your boot.

You tossed it to Dean.

"Through the nose! Through the nose!" you shouted at him.

Dean didn't hesitate when he caught it and rammed it right up the vamp's nose making him howl in pain.

"Drive it home!" you barked at him. "All the way!"

Dean rared back and punched it the rest of the way.

The vamp promptly burst into black flames and fell to the ground.

You finally managed to get loose from Sam and  pulled a box cutter from where it was hidden in the waist band on your jeans.

You leaned down and cut a small black stone out of the vamp's chest and tossed it in your hand before slipping it in your pocket.

"It belonged to a friend of mine." you glared at the both of them.  "And we're not going to taint my memories of him by talking about it.  This has gotta be burned though."

You lightly kicked the corpse with your foot.

Dean let out an impressed grin and a chuckle.

He bit his lip for a second, "You're Y/N aren't you?"

"Excuse me?" you asked, slightly irritated that they knew you.

You knew them but you were nosy and researched like your life depended on it...because it often did.

It surprised you more when you DIDN'T know another hunter.

"Y/N." he repeated. "That hunter from (your hometown).  We've heard about you. A lot actually.  Never had the pleasure."

"Well, I'd say I hope it was good but I'm fairly certain that it probably wasn't." you said lifting an eyebrow at Sam who was just staring at you.  

"Well, judging from your reaction to us...I'd say the same." Dean chuckled. "Come on, let us buy you a beer.  Swap some war stories.  I'd love to hear about that wendigo in Lousiana.  We've encountered some of those nasty bastards ourselves."

You jerked a thumb towards Sam, "Not to alarm you or anything but I think your Jolly Green Giant is broken."

"Sammy, get in the car." Dean rolled his eyes before turning to you. "Need a ride or?"

"Sure, I'll ride with you." you shrugged. "But just so ya know, I will make you suffer if you have any unsavory plans circling in that head of yours."

Dean chuckled and tossed an arm around your shoulders before leading you towards the car.

It took a second for the both of you to turn and look at the still frozen Sam.

"Are you coming or not, big guy?" you smirked at him...and he nearly died on the spot.

Never in this LIFE had he ever witnessed something so perfect before.

You ducked into the back, expecting the long legged creature to ride shot gun but you were slightly surprised when he climbed back there with you.

"Hey." Dean warned, amusement twinkling in his green eyes.  "No funny business in baby."

"Baby?" you asked curiously.

Dean patted the dash lovingly and said, "Yeah..."

You chuckled at his clear unhealthy obsession with his car but sat back anyway as he sped off down the road.

You turned and took in the man next to you.

Sam was an extraordinarily large man.

Tall with long legs, clearly lean but muscular but hell, he was just big.

Big arms, broad shoulders.

His damn hands were huge...and they were shaking slightly.

You don't know what possessed you to do it but you reached out and placed your hands on his, slowly peeling them apart.

You brought the one closest to you over, resting the back of it on your squishy, soft stomach and you traced the lines and callouses of his hands with your chubby fingers.

It was quite in the car with nothing but Dean's Led Zeppelin playing from the radio and the sound of the wind whipping from the open window.

What you did not see was Sam.

How he stared at you in absolute adoration and awe.

He had NEVER seen anything like you.

Your perfect little chubby cheeks and round face.

Chubby fingers running all over his skin.

Thick thighs that looked so impossibly soft it was making his hands shake just to think about touching them.  

And your skin just felt like fire and frost together.

He was nearly drunk with it and you hadn't even gotten to the bar.

A coy look from his brother through the rear view mirror told him that it was written all over his face.

But Sam didn't care.

You were EVERYTHING to him.

He didn't have much in this life of his...but he had no plans of letting you go.  

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Thranduil Imagine Thranduil x plus size reader, Thranduil x shy reader, Thranduil x POC reader

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Imagine being a foreign elf sent to the Woodland Realm to visit and learn their ways  only to have the Elf King fall in love with you.

You had been sent to the west to observe the elves of the Woodland Realm.

An order from your king.

You were quiet in nature, though not one to be beaten down or do anything you didn't really want to do.

However, you would admit...you were shy.

You hid behind a lot of people and tried to stay out of the direct line of sight.

You weren't ashamed...but you just wanted to observe rather than participate.

It had served you well over the years and you'd been able to procure the job you'd coveted all those years.

A scholar.

A scribe to be more specific because in order for you to spend copious amounts of time absorbing knowledge...you also had to prove useful.

So you and another scribe were with the king constantly.

Perhaps, it was why your own king had felt so comfortable in sending you to observe the Woodland realm.

However, it would seem that the Elf King did not.

You always felt so uncomfortable around him.

He stared at you- unwavering and intense.

Bright, blue eyes just cut through you to your core.

What you didn't realize was how much he adored you.

Thranduil had been instantly captivated by you the moment you were escorted into Mirkwood.

Everything about you was tantalizing to him.

The deep tones of your supple skin.

That undoubtedly juicy, plump frame of yours just begging to burst like a berry in his mouth.

He was hooked.

It only worsened when he learned of your studious behavior and quiet nature.

You were with him almost constantly, taking notes, documenting everything.

Even after he'd stopped speaking or a meeting was finished, there you would be scribbling away or even furiously sketching something you found interesting.

He'd only spoken to you a handful of times, each time he was greeted with what he thought was polite disinterest.

It thwarted him slightly.

Hurt.

For he hadn't wanted or even been interested in anyone in so long.

It was not until the day came that you were supposed to leave and return to your homelands...that he broke.

You were standing there, hands roaming the walls of your room in the Woodland Realm.

It was different and you hated to leave it...but it was time.

After all, you had developed feelings for someone that you could never have.

It was true.

As each day passed, Thranduil's hold on your heart grew stronger...and you knew you had to go.

You, a half elf and mere scribe, could never have him.

"Lady Y/N."

You nearly jumped out of your skin as the silky tone coming from the doorway.

You turned and bowed your head at the tall Elf King...though his long, pale fingers cradled your jaw and turned your face upwards.

His thumb slid over your chubby cheek- a slight smile pulling at his lips at the softness of deeply colored skin.

"Stay." he said softly, the deep timber of his voice stroking down your spine like a lover's finger, "Just a bit longer."

"I can not." you sighed, dropping your face again.  "I must return home.  I've been gone far too long."

"Do you miss your home?" he asked.

You nodded.

It was partially true and if he would believe then you would stay true to that answer.

"There's something else." he deduced, his elegant fingers toying with a stray lock of hair.

"Tell me." he commanded but you both saw it for what it was.

He was pleading with you.

"I have to return my research." you said feebly.

"I can send a messenger." he said.

"But that's quite a long trip and for someone is should just return is just cruel." you said quietly.

"Then perhaps I should send a scribe of my own to observe your homeland.  Have them stay as you have stayed with me.  And perhaps, they will warm the hearts of an old elf in which you have warmed mine."

Your head snapped up to meet his eyes.

His cerulean orbs were closed as he drew you near and placed your head under his chin.

His long strong arms wound around your soft form and he held you firmly to him.

"I can make you very comfortable.  Anything you desire, I can grant you." he said.  

"Perhaps, I could stay a bit longer..."

The gentle squeeze around your body and the soft kiss to your hair told you that nothing would make him happier.

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"My Queen" Thor Imagine Thor x plus size reader

Imagine...being Thor's squishy lady...and him being obsessed with you. :)

You were fighting a smile and fighting hard.

Your boyfriend had you trapped in his arms, several feet off the floor with no intentions of letting you down.

"Thor, sweetie, I can walk." you said to him calmly.

"I know." he shrugged, moving you with him.  "I just like having you so close."

"Well, yes, but I have things to do and I can't exactly do this from all the way up here." you giggled slightly when his blue eyes got bigger and his bottom lip poked out just a bit.

"But I wish to spend time with you." he said leaning down and peppering kisses to your soft round cheeks...inflaming them.

And consequently making him beam with pride.

"I want to spend time with you too." you told him finally getting him to place you on your feet.

However, you didn't get far because his big hands found your squishy sides and kept you captive.

God, he loved your body.

Every part of you was soft and plush and he just couldn't keep his hands off you for more than a few seconds at a time.

"I have a job, babe." you told him pointedly.

"I'm King of Asgard and I've managed to-"

"Oh my god." you rolled your eyes. "You did not just pull that card."

He grinned at you triumphantly.

"If you'd just come back to Asgard with me and be my queen then you could have all the time you-" he started this conversation again making you groan.

"Thor." you sighed in slight irritation.  "I've told you this a million times. I'm not saying no to Asgard.  In fact, I've told you on several occasions that I'd already made up my mind that eventually I would go back with you for longer periods.  But I am not ready to just jump ship and leave everyone here behind.  They're my family too."

He ran a hand through his hair that had already grown out again.

Sometimes it was unfair how fast his hair grew.

"You could still visit Midgard, my love." he sighed.  

"What? When you come back to be with the Avengers?  You and I both know that you'd pull some kind of crap about me being safer and Asgard.  Don't try to tell me that you wouldn't." you snapped.

"Is it a crime to want to keep my love safe from harm, Lady Y/N?" he asked exasperated.

Blue eyes ablaze and clearly distraught.

What had started as a peaceful morning had turned into an argument.

You went to him, pressing your body into his and laying your head upon his broad chest.

"It's not a crime, Thor.  It's admirable but I'm just...not ready.  It's not that I'm not ready to commit to you.  You know that I love you.  You're the only one I want and I'm devoted to you.  I just...can't leave my family and friends behind like this.   Especially Bucky. He's only just recently made some huge leaps."  you said and felt him tense.

Now, normally Thor was not a jealous man.

He knew he was far superior than a lot of males and especially Midgardians.

However, the super soldiers could hold their own and he knew that you cared for Bucky deeply.

He also KNEW that it was just a friendship on your part....but that it wasn't necessarily on Bucky's.

"Thor...we're friends. Don't go there."  you said holding your arms around his trim waist.

"To you, he's a friend but he looks at you as I do.  He wants you.  Can you honestly tell me that it would not bother you if the tables were turned?" he asked seriously staring down into your eyes.

You looked up at him and into his swirling pools of blue.

"Thor, how could you think that anyone would ever compare to you?" you asked. "When I hated myself...when I was close to ending my life all together...you were there.  You made me see myself as you do.  You showed me that I was worthy of whatever and whoever I chose.   And the ONLY person who has ever been worthy of my love has been you.  Because you asked for it."  

His eyes slipped closed at your confession and your brought his lips to yours before walking backwards to the bed.

You fell back on it and he crawled on top of you, kissing every inch of you as he went.

He was childish when he blew a raspberry into your squishy, soft tummy before burying his face into it.

You ran your hands through his hair over and over until you heard his soft snores.

You were content to lay there with him as he slept, holding him close, keeping him safe.

You were most definitely not ready to leave behind everyone but...perhaps, an extended trip to Asgard would be nice.  

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“Concoctions and Remedies” - A Nick Jakoby Imagine

Nick Jakoby Imagine Nick Jakoby x plus size reader

You were burrowed into a mountain of blankets and pillows for the day.

In reality, you were so grateful.  

Initially, you'd gone to work today only to be cornered by your orcish boyfriend who gave you a very pointed, very disappointed look.

"Go home." he has said, trying to be firm with you.  

"I'm fine."  you had said miserably.

Nick's ears twitched, slightly in irritation with you and your stubborn ass and slightly because he was worried about you.  

And then he pulled the fucking low blow.  

You whined when he pulled out the big golden yellow puppy eyes.  

"Dammit Nick!" you said.  "Fine!"  

He broke into a wonderous smile that made your heart flutter....and simultaneously break into a fit of coughing.  

He pulled you into his arms and pressed a gentle kiss to your heated forehead.  

"Go home, get comfy and then I'll come by later."  he said rubbing your back.  

You just nodded into his chest, grateful for the heat.  

"You know, actually I'll just go tell the Captain-"  

"No." you groaned pushing him away.  

"You're not taking off because I'm fine. Because I'm not sick. I'm fine. You just baby me."   you said.  

"Well, you ARE my baby."  he grinned.  

"Sick people aren't supposed to have this much cheese, Jakoby.  Dairy's bad for that."  you sassed.

"Thought you weren't sick." he smirked.  

"Shut up!" you whined. "Stop being mean to me.  I don't feel good! Ward! Nick's being mean to me!"  

The dark eyed man stuck his head around the corner and lifted a brow at his partner, "Man, stop being mean to the little lady.  She can't help it that she's a walking apocalypse.  I love you, girl but...stay away or I will shoot you in your face."  

"Asshat." you grumbled angrily and he chuckled.

"Come on! I'm just messing with you!"  he laughed.

 And was.

 You and Ward had that kind of relationship.  

Insults laced with love.  

That was family to you.  

Needless to say, you made your way home fairly quickly and made an awful mess of your living room.  

Pillows, comforters, chocolate and potato chips because well, you got childish when you were sick.  

And in the middle of it all...you were still trying to be a work a holic.  

So it reeeealllly shouldn't have suprised you when the front door slammed open and heavy foot falls stomped into the living room.

Nick stood there, hands on his trim hips, the black of his shoe shining in the light as he tapped it on your floor.  

"What are you doing?"  

You lifted a brow, "Uh...paperwork?"  

"You're supposed to be home sick!" he sighed.  "I expected you to be asleep."

You rolled your eyes.

"And I expected you to stay at work...foolishly, apparently.   I'm fine."    you said reaching for the papers only to have them snatched away from you.  

"Don't snatch!" you said nearly growling at him.  

He shook his head with a look of disbelief.  

"Well that settles it then.  I'll just have to use an old remedy."  

He headed into the kitchen and you leaned around the couch to see him banging around in there.  

Suddenly fear struck you to you core thinking of whatever horribly awful orcish concoction he had in mind for you.  

Oh, you should've just listened...

Half an hour later, he was coming out of the kitchen with a bowl full of something white and lumpy.    

Your nose was so stuffed up you couldn't smell it but he handed it over and you promptly hid under the covers.

"I don't want any orc concoctions!"  

Nick died laughing.

"I didn't realize that potato soup qualified as orcish concoctions.... Now get your cute but out here and eat it...or I'm coming in there...and this time I WILL make you eat something nasty."  

You had never eaten hot soup so fast in your life.    

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Bucky Barnes Imagine Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader Christmas Imagine

Reading had never REALLY been Bucky's thing.

Sure he was smart but he didn't used to lose himself in the worlds of books like some did.

It wasn't until after everything with the war and Hydra did he truly appeciate books.

A way for him to both remember and escape.

He loved them.

And that's where he met you...again.

The first time he'd come to the library to brush up on some things you hadn't been here.

Apparently, it had been your off day but the next time he hadn't been able to take his eyes off of you.

You smiled at him politely.

A sweet little thing famed with chubby cheeks and twinkling eyes that damn near took his breath away.

Sweet words would leave your perfect lips.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?"

"You need help with anything?"

"Just come find me if you need anything."

He had been rendered almost speechless by you, this perfect full figured angel from God.

And that's when they started.

Memories.

Flashbacks of this cute little plump girl with braids and chubby cheeks.

Then a wonderfully juicy young woman who made his heart thud out of his chest.

It took him a while to realize that you were basically a carbon copy of someone from his past.

A visit from Steve confirmed it.

"She looks just like her." he confirmed.  "But I don't think it's her, Buck.  She'd be long gone by now or at the very least a lot older but you never know.  I mean, we shouldn't be here either."

But Bucky just held fast to the concept of his sweetheart.

For that was easier to deal with than realizing he'd only just remembered the love of his life and her being gone.

However, after sorting through many, many he did find out that his love had died.

Car accident.

The thought had made him sick to his stomach and he gravitated towards you to ease the pain.

But the more he was around you, the more and more similiar you seemed to her.

It was then that he seemed to entertain the possibility of reincarnation.

Several people on the team thought it was unhealthy.

Steve was just glad he was remembering and defended his right to do so at any cost.

It was Tony who finally stomped out the animosity between team mates.

"If Barnes has a chance at love after all he's been through...we're not gonna stand in the way of that." he had said because despite what anyone might say...Tony was a good guy.

And everyone knew that deep down.

Which was what had landed Bucky at the library on Christmas night.

Apparently, you'd been hosting a little charity event there every Christmas night for the past several years.

He knew that soldiers...veterans in particular had a very special place in your heart and you always went out of your way to make them feel welcome.

In a lot of ways, he figured it was because of him and Steve...and it made him break down and cry his eyes out more than once.

You were good...so good...and he loved you so much.

As he entered the warm library he was hit with delicious aromas of food and music playing in the background.

Children, belonging to families who didn't have anywhere to go on Christmas, ran around his feet momentarily before they shouted at their glee at your appearance.

"Y/N!" a little girl named Felicity cheered as you came around the desk with another round of hot chocolate.  

She jumped and you nearly lost the drinks in and effort to catch her but Bucky's hand shot out to catch them.

"Thank you." you said giving him a greatful look as you balance the two year old on your hip and reached for them.

Bucky smiled and shook his head, "Just tell me where to go. I'll take care of it."

You smiled at him softly...melting his heart.

"Just over there." you nodded.  "Charlie and the boys looked like they could use another round."

He nodded and delivered the drinks before turning only to find you gone again.

"In the back." said Gertie, a woman in her early 30s who visited the library as often as possible because she said Y/N looked like her great aunt.  

She also happened to mention on more than one occasion that Bucky looked familiar as well.

When he entered the back, he saw you rocking little Felicity to sleep which didn't surprise you.

From what he could remember, children had always flocked to you.

Like a magnet or some kind of beacon in the night.

He often felt that way himself.

He lost his way but somehow you were the anchor that always brought him back.

Nothing about this surprised him.

Not giving up Christmas to be with strangers.  

Not working on a holiday.

You had always loved people and they you.

Almost as much as HE loved you.

You gave him a smile as you gently placed the little girl down in the crib that had been set up back there.

He knew that you were secretly allowing quite a few people to stay in the library during the winter months because they didn't have any where to go.

"Hi, Bucky." you said to him softly.

"Hey." he said gently. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas." you smiled and opened your arms to hug him.

He eagerly welcomed it and nearly fell apart at the feeling of you against him.

The smell of you clouded his senses and he felt his breathing sync up with yours.  

He knew he was holding you a bit too long but he couldn't seem to bring himself to stop.

"Bucky, I know this is crazy but you seem so familiar to me sometimes." you said lifting your head from his chest and staring up into his beautiful blue eyes.  "I mean, I know you're in here a lot but you know what I mean?  Like, I get deja vu when it comes to you all the time.  Like I've done this before."

He just stared down at her in wonder.

Was it...was it possible?

She laughed and shook her head, "Maybe I'm just crazy, Buckaroo."

His eyes snapped towards hers.

SHE had been the only one to have ever called him that.

"No, no." he stammered. "I think we meet people in other lives.   People who are special to us."

"Special?" she asked, curiosity in those sparkling orbs.

"You're the most special person in the world to me." he insisted.  

"Somehow I don't think Steve would appreciate that." she teased, unable to stop herself from making the blond the butt of the joke.

"He knows he's second best to my babydoll." Bucky said and you erupted into giggles.

"Bucky Barnes, you flirt!" you admonished him with a laugh and he slid into an easy grin.  "For that, I'm putting you on cookie duty."

"For a laugh like that?" he asked. "I'll gladly be your humble servant for the rest of my life."

To date, it was the best Christmas that James Buchanan Barnes had ever had.

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"Jay's Fairy" Part Two Jay from Descendants Imagine Jay x Plus Size Reader

Jay couldn't keep the smirk off his face as he slid up beside your locker and gave you his best look.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at this ridiculous guy.

However, you just didn't have time for him or any of his games.

You were well aware of the fact that while you were extremely intelligent and a talented engineer, both magical and non magical...one of your faults was that you were waaaaaaayyyy to analytical about everything.

Ben came up on the other side of you with Mal in tow.

You offered the green eyed girl a smile.

You liked Mal.

She was a bit devious but you liked that she used her brain.

You could appreciate that.

"Jay, I don't know if you've been properly introduced to Y/N." Ben said trying to plead with you to be nice to him.

You sighed but stuck your hand out to him.

He placed a kiss to your chubby fingers and you pulled them loose....discreetly wiping it off on your cargo pants.

Ben smiled proudly and threw an arm around your shoulders, "Things only run as smoothly as they do because of out resident grease monkey."

You elbowed the boy that you'd known since birth.

In reality, you and Ben were more like siblings.

"I prefer the term tinker, Ben."

Jay smirked and moved in closer, "Nah, girl.  I'm the monkey because I'm bananas for that body."

"That's an insult to the entire primate race." you deadpanned.

"Damn, I like 'em fiesty." he grinned.

"Jay, cut it out. " Mal said rolling her eyes.

"I'm not afraid of him." you said pointedly.  "I'm a fairy and while I may be attracted to shiny, new things that doesn't mean I pursue them."

"So, you ARE attracted to me!" Jay grinned victoriously.

It was almost cruel how coldly you looked at him.

"I can recognize that yu possess desirable physical characteristics that might suitable for a mate." you said, a glimmer of amusement at the smirk on his face. "However, I also deduce that you get on my damn nerves and I might be tempted to beat you to death with a wrench.  So...pass."

He looked mildly offended before he grinned again.

"I won't give up."

"It's your time you'll be wasting.  I grew up with Ben.  I've perfected the art of ignoring something annoying." you said.

"Challenge accepted." He smirked.

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Heatwave/ Mick Rory Imagine Heatwave/ Mick Rory x plus size reader

Imagine trying to be festive for Christmas but dealing with Mick and your man.

Mick made himself comfortable as you got ready.

He knew you.

He knew you'd take forever.

You usually did...and he'd learned to just stop commenting on it and just...appreciate the show.

When he stopped bitching about you taking forever and actually just sat down as watched...he realized a few things.

A. You did a lot of shit that you didn't need but wanted...and he dug that.

B.  You were a fucking artist with the makeup.  Seriously, it amazed him.

C.  He loved spending this time with you.  

He just sat back and watched usually.

You might talk, usually not because he wasn't overly chatty.

It was just nice.

However, it wasn't until today that he moved his chair in front of your vanity.

You thought it odd the first time you'd seen it- wondering just what in the hell he was doing.

However, you had your shower and went about your business until you returned to get ready and he was in it.

"Mick, honey, I need you to move." you said to him patiently settling a hand on his beefy shoulder.

"Nah." he grunted. "I like it here."

"Well, I'm sure you do." you laughed. "But I have to get ready and you're in the way."

He just grunted again and you had to force down the urge to call him an ape.

"Mick, move." you deadpanned.

"Nope." he said and patted his meaty thigh. "If you want the vanity, then you'll just have to sit in daddy's lap."

You furrowed your brows at him for a second before glancing at the clock and realizing that you simply did not have time for his bullshit.

"Whatever." you shrugged and pushed his foot down from where it was resting on his knee.  

He grinned, dimples popping out, when you nestled your wide hips and thick thighs into his lap.

He sat back drawing a finger down your back, loving the softness of you before he hooked a finger in your towel and ripped it off you.

"Mick!" you snapped.

"Relax." he said gruffly.  "I'm just gonna put your lotion on you.  You can't reach your back anyway."

"I'll have you know that I'm very flexible and reach it just fine." you said but didn't pay attention to him anyway as you began to put on your makeup.

You didn't miss the flash of his eyes in the mirror as he took in your naked reflection.

His big, strong hands worked their way around you and kneaded your stomach.

It was no secret to either of you that that man loved your tummy.

He was all big brawn and hard muscle and you were deliciously soft in every way.

It was the contrast that he loved.

But nothing compared to how much you loved him.

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Tom Hiddleston imagine Tom Hiddleston x plus size reader

Imagine having taken a small break from your relationship Tom.

He tried to be good.  He tried to be civil and keep it together.  

But he just...can't deal.  He loves you and he can't understand why you're pushing him away.  

However, upon going to your family's home because he couldn't contact you...he realizes a lot of things.  

"Tom, honey, you seem very sweet and like you would be so good for our, Y/N." your aunt says.  "But you'll have to be patient...and I don't know how long you're willing to wait."

"I just don't understand.  She keeps pushing me away.  I try to talk with her and she just...runs away." he explains, tugging at his hair in frustration.

Your aunt sighs, "I shouldn't tell you this and she'll most likely be angry with me for doing so but...you seem different than the others."

Tom says nothing.

He doesn't want to betray your trust but he also desperately wants to understand.

"Y/N was abused a lot as a child.  The one person who was supposed to take care of her took advantage of her and the other stood by and watched.  She scared of falling in love again and getting hurt.  Honey, we've had her since she was nine and it took her three years before she would ever actually loosen up around us."  

Tom's heart shattered.

His sweet Y/N had been abused...and he felt helpless because there was no way he could've ever been present to prevent it.

This was the most painful thing he'd ever experienced.

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Tom Hiddleston Imagine Tom Hiddleston x plus size reader Christmas Imagine

Imagine Christmas with Tom and the kids....

You narrowed your eyes at your twin boys.

They were just like, Tom, the both of them.

Big, blue-ish green eyes staring up at you with impoish grins.

"Please, mummy.." they pleaded sounding every bit like Tom when he wanted something from you.

"Yeah, please mummy."

Speak of the devil.

You cast a sharp look over at your husband and the father of your children.

"Oh, fine." you caved.  "But Daddy is responsible for entertaining you after you've had chocolate."

"Yay! Thank you mummy!" they cheered surging forward into the softness of your stomach.

You'd always been very soft and cuddly and having Tom's whopping twin boys had only made you all the more cozier.

Which was just fine with him.

The boys scampered off into the living room to undoubtedly find the Grinch and make you watch it for the thousandth time this month.

You turned towards the stove to make your famous homemade hot chocolate when a pair of long, lanky arms wrapped around you from behind.

"Thomas, I am not trying to make baby number three right now." you told him sternly admiring how his eyes matched your winter wonderland theme this year.

God, he was just so beautiful sometimes it took your breath away.

"Aw, come on, love." he laughed into your soft shoulder, placing a delicate kiss there.  "Why not?"

"Because you've turned my children into little beast." you laughed.

He only shook his head and peppered the back of your neck with kiss.

"Merry Christmas, love." he said.

"Merry Christmas, puddin'." you smirked.

"I play Loki, dear. Not the Joker." he laughed.

"Not my fault you chose the wrong universe." you said. "Traitor."

"Now, darling." he began.

"And let's not even start with how you think Superman is better than Batman- I mean, the audacity." you ranted.

"Mummy?"

You turned towards your sons, "Yes, babies?"

"We love Superman." they said in unison.

"Thomas William Hiddleston! What have you done to my children?!"

"Merry Christmas, love."

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Sebastian Stan imagine Sebastian Stan x plus size reader

Imagine being best of friends with Elsa Pataky, Chris Hemsworth's wife. You've worked on several projects together and the two of you are thick as thieves.  She's your Tinkerbell and you're her Sugar 'Plump' Fairy.  It's true love.

However, dealing with your freaking meatballs for husbands are a different story.

"You know, Hemsworth, I've already managed to get several children out of you.  I don't really NEED you in the picture anymore." you said to the Australian.

"Oh come on, Y/N." he teased good naturedly. "I can't be replaced."

"Tink?" you call out to Elsa.  "You ready to run away and be lesbians?"

"Yeah!" Elsa grinned evilly at her husband.

"Hey, don't I get a say in this?" Sebastian spoke up.  "No one asked ME about my wife leaving me!"

"Aw, pookie." You coo at him. "You can still be my court jester."

He seemed to think it over for a second.  

"Will you still wear the heels?" he asked.

"Yes, pookie."

"Sold.  You're on your own Hemsworth."

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