After long time i return with another fanfiction! Hopefully after this i will be able to find more time for writing and open my requests.
König x Trans male reader
Dysphoria
ANGST/COMFORT
Short summary: After long week you feel very dysphoric and need König to comfort you.
Long summary: Neither of you were feeling for any serious movies so you agreed on watching a cartoon together for this night. Squishing together on the small sofa that König has was normally pleasant experience but now that every move, every touch made you aknowlage the way your clothes sit on you or the way your body curves it was slowly driving you crazy.
A/N: I’ve been obsessed with Star-Lord since I played the Guardians of the Galaxy game around the beginning of the year. The one written about here though is from the MCU and was pretty much inspired by some gifs I saw and couldn’t stop thinking about lol. I’ll probably end up writing something about Adam Warlock too because how could I not when Will Poulter looks as good as he does.
Scent kink and sweat in this, so if that isn’t your cup of tea, oh well. I felt I probably should start naming my drabbles, so I named this one, enjoy.
"A Pretty Bird in a Gilded Cage" John Price x Male Reader
summary: (Y/N) Price, aka Birdie, an ex-MI6 intelligence officer turned spy on British soil gets kidnapped by Makarov's men, all his life falls apart as Makarov has him tortured simply to get revenge on his husband.
warnings: torture, violence, allusion to rape(throw away line it doesn't actually happen,) angst with a happy ending
I keep seeing ppl writing Ghost as a body guard (maybe some side work for the money Yk) and all I can think of is him with a crazy rich bratty reader who’s dad hired Ghost to keep him in check.
I need some headcanons for this asap please and thank you‼️ your writing gives me life and I’ve been stalking your blog since your first story
MmmmmmI felt the urge to write this out I think I might be getting out of my writing slump!!!! And thank you so much for stalking my blog! I, uh, I love, having a stalker… ahaha ha…. Ah. AHHH!!! No but seriously im absolutely flattered 💋 mmm and I’ve been thinking about adding some photos or gifs to my fics, so.oil.
NSFW Bodyguard! Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Rich Brat! Male Reader - Ghost Bodyguard Headcanons
Your bodyguard! Ghost post was so good 😩 having him as a brat tamer is so good...
If you're alright with it... would you ever write Bodyguard Price who's also a brat tamer but takes a more... painful approach? Consensually ofc, then again if you aren't ok with impact play or stuff like that it's fine!
Ashsbsbsb I think I should make this into a series like the fuck- also thinking about posting a yan! Bodyguard oc.
NSFW Bodyguard!Captain Price x Rich Brat! Male Reader - Price Bodyguard Headcanons
All I can think of rn is the filthiest fic you can think of with soap and ghost fucking their little boy (ftm) into oblivion and then some with a breeding kink and just rabid soapghost
What has become of me 💀
I used the word cunny I like the word I don't know how people feel about it but this is a warning I guess.
Ghost xSoap x FTM!Reader ↪ 507 words — 18+ / SMUT.
Content tags — cis male dominant Soap, cis male dominant Ghost, trans male submissive reader, fem terms used for trans male readers genitalia, crying, breeding kink, dumbification, daddy kink, throat fucking, oral fixation, dirty talk, minor scent kink, piv sex and unsafe sex.
notes: i had bale!bruce in mind only because he looks so... good in a suit (and without one).
—to the surprise of his employees, bruce had become more present in his meetings since you started interning at wayne enterprises. previously, his inputs were typically made over phone calls, then finalized by lucius fox.
—but upon seeing you for the first time, he became smitten rather quickly.
—every day, you stood in the corner, clearly nervous and intimidated by the group of businessmen and women as they debated over decisions you couldn’t care less about. but you were always attentive, efficient in your answers on days where they happened to value your input.
—and on those days, bruce would watch the way you shift on your weight onto either sides of your feet, out of nervousness, but also because your feet ached. he would make a mental note to bring—no—demand a chair for you next time.
—then, he would find himself fixated on the most intricate details of you. the way you took in the lower lip with a small bite and licked them when you interacted with a businessman, a sign of intimidation bruce would decipher. it made his heart beat faster, watching you become so flushed at the simplest socialization.
It’s important to recognise that Barbie (2023) criticises both the patriarchy AND the matriarchy. Yes, the Ken’s are just accessories to the Barbies. Yes, they don’t have any say in the government they live under. That’s the point, you’re supposed to feel awful, you’re supposed to want the Kens to have their own agency, you’re supposed to want equality. The Barbie movie explicitly states that the way Barbie treats Ken is wrong, so much so that once he finds a safe space for his masculinity and individual identity he’s so excited to share it with the other Kens.
But they go overboard and replace a matriarchy with a patriarchy and now the same issue exists but in reverse. That’s the POINT!! THATS THE POINT!!! Barbie is not anti-men it’s pro equality PLEASE understand this
Just saw your post about Ransom Drysdale, how about they both had a huge argument and then MR rise his hand and wanted to slap Ransom but, ransom catch his hand and said "wanna try again sweetheart?" And then led into some ;) (steamy times i mean)
Warnings: public (?) sex , toxic relationship undertones, Ransom being Ransom, dirty talk, spanking, daddy kink-ish
Summary: Note to self, Y/n. Do not try and hit Ransom, ever again
You were fuming.
His whole family was aware of the tension between you both, Ransom’s arrogant smile contrasting your creased eyebrows.
You pulled at your (h/c) hair, knee bouncing up and down as Ransom continued to burn holes into the back of your head.
“And how are you, Y/n?” Linda asked you, grinning at the discomfort radiating off of you.
“Well, I’m—”
“He’s fine,” Ransom spoke again for you that night. Refusing to let you get a single word out, treating you like his property. You might as well be, the man always leaving dark bruises in plain sight so everyone knows you’re off limits.
Always having him less than a foot away from you, and on his extra possessive days he had a hand on you at all times.
You remembered, not long ago, you and Ransom had gone clubbing. A man was bold enough to send a drink your way, along with a note telling you to ditch the Drysdale. Ransom gave a booming laugh, pulling you into his lap and shoving his hand down the front of your jeans, all while glaring down the stranger.
But this was a different issue of Ransom’s, his way of making you so angry you couldn’t stand it.
“Are you still working, Y/n?”
“He doesn’t need to. I buy him whatever he needs and he stays right by my side all day.” Ransom smirked, going to place a hand on your shoulder, only for you to quickly stand up.
“Y/n, baby,” the man hummed. “Where are you going?”
Ransom followed you out of the main parlor, grabbing your wrist before you could reach the front door.
“Don’t walk away from me when I’m taking to you—” Ransom gaped as your hand came flying at him, taking your wrist in a crushing grasp. “Wanna try again sweetheart?”
He gave an angry laugh, dragging you to Harlan’s office and locking the door behind you.
Ransom roughly shoved you into Harlan’s desk, ignoring the sounds of breaking glass as a picture frame fell. The boyish arrogance was now replaced with his charming smile, eyes a shade darker than before as he eyed you.
You glared right back, arms crossed as his blue eyes looked you up and down. He gave a laugh, hissing through his teeth as he moved toward you.
“Not backing down?”
You didn’t reply, not even as he placed his arms on either side of you as he backed you further into the desk.
You could feel his bulge through his jeans, rubbing it against your leg. A small whine escaped you, the noise only making Ransom more smug.
His lips went to your neck, biting and sucking roughly as you tried to act as if it had no effect on you.
He used his knee to rub at your crotch, grinning against your skin as he felt you start to grow hard.
“I hate you,” you hissed.
“Sweetheart, don’t be mean to daddy.” Ransom roughly pulled you closer, a bruising grip on your hips.
You scoffed, but it quickly turned to a gasp when Ransom flipped you so you were bent over the desk.
“I don’t like your attitude, baby.” With one hand pressed to your back, the other went to pull down your jeans. The cold air hitting your bare ass and cock as your cheek pressed into the wooden desk.
Without a warning Ransom sent a harsh slap to your ass, laughing at the way you moaned.
“I’d keep it down if I were you.”
You huffed once again in reply, not giving in just yet. Ransom hummed in detest at that, quickly giving five rough slaps to your ass, jolting you with every hit.
Yet, you still didn’t give in, arms still behind your back as Ransom squeezed your ass in his hands.
The man quickly grew tired of your games, roughly slapping your ass repeatedly until it was bright red and their were tears brimming your eyes and your cock was leaking and hard.
“You can cry if you want to, sweetheart,” Ransom grinned, sending a final rough slap that made you cry out.
“Fuck, Ransom.”
“What was that?”
“Fuck, daddy. Please.”
Ransom hummed, finally pleased with you as he used a knee to spread your legs further. He pressed two fingers into you without warning, causing you to swallow a scream as he set a brutal pace with his fingers.
Your ass was bright red and on fire, every brush of Ransom’s arm against you making you whine.
He pulled out before you were fully ready, replacing his fingers with his cock without a hitch. You slammed your head onto the desk, trying desperately to muffle a scream.
“Be good for daddy.”
“Fuck you,” you hissed back as Ransom leaned onto your back. Not holding back even for a second as he slammed into you.
He ushered you to put one of your legs on the desk, giving him better leverage to pound into you. Your breathing was coming out in pants, Ransom always knowing how to find your sweet spot.
“Gonna come just like this, Y/n? With my family right outside the door?”
You were lazily moving back to meet his thrusts, your arms growing heavy from where they were still pressed into your back.
“Harder,” you pleaded. “Harder, please, daddy. Harder.”
Ransom smirked at your words, fucking into you so hard your hips were slamming into the desk, and everyone outside the room was sure to hear the clatter.
That’s why Ransom adored you, you never let up. Always wanted more, wanted it rougher, liked it mean. And Ransom, oh, Ransom was amazing at being mean.
“I’m going to finish inside of you, and you’re going to come on this desk. Then you’re going to clean it up, and we’re going to have a nice evening with my family.”
You nodded rapidly at his words, finally giving into the asshole.
“What was that?” A harsh slap to your ass made you whine, a high pitched sound that made Ransom laugh.
“Yes, daddy.”
“Come.”
You did as told, gaping as you felt Ransom bury himself deep inside you.
You panted as you regained your breath, pushing yourself off the desk with shaky arms.
Ransom pressed a long kiss to your temple, his sweater in hand as he did so. His hand moved down to your sore ass, squeezing it so hard you whimpered.
spiderman reader that's way too pretty, like he could get hit by a bus and still look perfect. It pisses Miguel off so much that reader is so flawlessly pretty so he decides to rail the reader, making him a mess😍
Messy hair, eyeliner running from tears, covering him in cum and just making him a complete mess
And ofc some much needed after care at the end💕
Also I hope you have a great trip!
Okokokokokok so. I decided to make the reader like, super flirty, like REALLY just down bad for Miguel— Like constantly teasing him, being pervy as hell towards Miguel- Like… giving reader major bratty bottom/power bottom energy anddd ahhhh… oh god
NSFW Spiderman 2099 x Male Reader - Sweet Cheeks
Asks and Suggestions are open and encouraged!
Warnings: mutual pining????????, Reader is sexy and he KNOWS it, sexual harassment?, mild bondage, brat taming?, office sex.
“You’re so sexy when you’re mad, you know that, sweet cheeks?” You grin as you lean over the desk opposite to Miguel's, smiling at him through half-lidded eyes. Miguel sighs at your suggestive comment, running a hand through his hair as he snarls at you.
Kissing Ken always happened the same way. He was usually shirtless with colorful shorts on as Y/N straddled his hips as Ken would place his lips onto Y/N's as they both flushed red with desire and the hint of virginity as Y/N brushed a hand over his washboard abs and felt their manhoods growing hard in their swimming trunks as Y/N cupped his face as Ken moaned from lust as he ran his hands over Y/N's back, grinding their erections together.
"Well, Ken and I were roller skating and all these guys were staring at us and whistling and then one of them slapped me on my butt. He said 'nice ass.' Do you even know what an ass is? A donkey! He called my butt an ass. So, I punched him and we got arrested."
"You poor dears."
"And do you want to know the worst part? They made us wear stripes." Y/N said.
Barbie gasped in horror. "Those monsters!"
"I know. No pastel pink or mint green clothes of any kind."
"It's not fair, Y/N. It's always 'Barbie and Ken.' There is no' just Ken.'" Ken pouted. He was having all these feelings inside his body and he had no idea how to express them. Everytime he tried to show Barbie that Ken was a ten, and more than just a friend, she'd shoot him down. Now, he was having an identity crisis.
Ken looks at him for an answer. "What am I supposed to do?"
It was a fair question. What were you supposed to do when you spend your whole life playing second banana to the real star? It was hard to break away from that. Y/N sighed and grabbed Ken's hands with his own as the platinum blonde man stared at him in confusion.
"Maybe it's time for 'Ken' to discover who he is without Barbie. It's time you discover the man you want to be Ken. Just you. This time you'll be the one in the spotlight." Y/N smiles.
Ken's not sure what made him do it, but he leaned down and kissed Y/N on his lips.
I read your yandere dilf post just before going to sleep and had a very interesting dream as a result: yandere Wild West Outlaw!
He takes you hostage to keep the rangers from going after him after a robbery. You’re tied up in front of him on his horse and after riding away from town for a long time he doesn’t set you down somewhere like you expected but takes you with him into his hideout.
Bonus: he‘s (basically) masked > bandana covering half his face and the rim of his hat casting a shadow over his eyes
Yandere Wild West Outlaw! Headcanons
Warnings: Implications of Smut, Kidnapping, Non-Consensual Touching, Forced Proximity, Slow Burn, Stockholm Syndrome, Masked Outlaw ;), Petnames, Killing, Mentions of Robbery, Non-Consensual Voyeurism/Surveillance, Description of Injury & Blood, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’, etc.
A/N: Anon, I am in love with this concept !
♡ Yandere Outlaw whose body encompasses yours, his chest to your back and his arms caging you as he grips the horse’s reigns, his breathing steady as if he hadn’t just committed a multitude of crimes. Then again, considering how proficient he was at wiping the inn clean of all its savings and tying you up on his horse before the rangers could even arrive, you suspected this was not the first time he’d done this. Nor would it be the last.
♡ Yandere Outlaw says very little after he abducted you, his last words being sharp commands, laden with a calmness you would never have expected from a man holding an entire building hostage.
♡ And, in your terror, you said nothing to him, your back to his front as he rode to nowhere discernible, the civilised, populated terrain of your home town having melted away hours ago.
♡ No, the Outlaw gave nothing away. Even after days of being forced to travel with him to what you could only pray would be a town – somewhere for him to dispose of you before taking to the canyons again – he said nothing.
♡ He’d offer you food, and, after the first 24 hours of starving yourself out of sheer distrust – or principle, as you wanted to see it – you succumbed to your famine.
♡ Yandere Outlaw would feed it to you before disappearing behind whatever cover lay nearby – oftentimes his horse – and eat.
♡ Whatever lay beneath his bandana was a mystery to you. And it only took you trying to see what he looked like once to see that your endeavour was a hopeless one.
♡ You’d strained and leaned past the point of no return, falling onto your side.
♡ And Outlaw came back into view, adjusting his bandana back over his nose, the shadow cast over his eyes by his hat much like that descending over the valley you now inhabited.
♡ Your heart stammered as he grew closer, the spurs of his boots the land equivalent to the fin of a shark as Outlaw came to a stop before you.
♡ He got to one knee, so quietly that you could see why nobody ever saw him coming, and, brushing a lock of hair from your face with a gloved hand, chuckled.
♡ Low and rumbling, like an earthquake. Or one of God’s many natural disasters. A gruff, brief thing as ephemeral as life itself.
♡ “Don’t get yourself all scuffed up now, Darlin’,” he says. His hand trails from just behind your ear, tracing your jaw, the tendons in your neck, stopping just short of where your shirt hangs above your collar bones.
♡ You think that you hear him hiss. So sibilant and soft you’re unsure whether you perhaps imagined it and rather heard the conversation of pit vipers laying just below the hard sand beneath your ear.
♡ Outlaw’s head tilts, his face no clearer to you now as it was days ago, especially now with the setting sun casting a misplaced halo about his hat-clad head, his front shadowed. Two sides, one a light facade, the other his true nature.
yandere miguel not letting you go back to your dimension, even stealing your watch and trapping you in a secret area of the spider-society unbeknownst to the other spiders. he gaslights you into thinking it’s the work of a villain or something, but secretly he just wants to keep you all to himself…
(optional!) he takes care of you, insisting he feeds and bathes you like some sort of pet, and treats you like one too
- A/N: sorry for the delay of posts, but here you are! Anyways, bit of a crap ending, I didn’t want to keep it going so long, but if wanted, I could possibly add a second part with smut.
You’d be in the spider-society for a little under two weeks now. You’d yet to gone back to your own dimension due to the commands of Miguel O’Hara. Not that you were fond of the man, but you wouldn’t risk your chance in the society. Besides, Miguel told you to wait two weeks before heading back, and it wasn’t a ridiculous wait.
But, when the day of your departure came, he refused. He had Lyla cancel your watch, removing the device and your chance of freedom. His glare threatening, trapping you beneath his stare like prey.
Your breath hitched, body tensing up as the man pinned you to the wall. Snarling and baring his teeth like a wild animal. “You’re not leaving.” His hot breath fans across your face, red eyes staring down at you with slit pupils. Despite his predatory look, he slowly calms himself, resting his forehead against your own. “You can’t leave..”
“Wh-what..?” You stammer, your eyes wide and brows furrowed. What was he on about?
“Your.. your dimension was destroyed. Nothing is left for you there..” Miguel informs, carefully lifting a hand to hold your cheek. “You’ll stay in mine. With me.” He struggles to hide the giddy feeling in his chest, finally having you all for himself.
Tears well up in your eyes, your throat closing up as you struggle to speak. A meek whimper slips past you, and with the noise loose, the tears begin falling.
Miguel is quick to react, both hands now cupping your cheeks. “No, no, no.. it’s okay, mi Vida. I’m here.” One of his hands move down to your bottom, the another behind your head, gently lifting you into his arms. “Please don’t cry, cariño.. I’ll take good care of you, I swear..”
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It had been a weak since your.. entrapment. Miguel had taken it upon himself to create your own room hidden away in HQ. He’d been ever so generous to make it identical to the one in your dimension, so he didn’t understand why you were so upset.. He was trying his best! Was he not good enough?
“Cariño, it’s time to eat.” Miguel calls out softly as he enters the room. A tray of food in hands. “I made it just for you!” He beams, setting it down in front of you before sitting on the edge of the bed.
You only stare down at the food. You hadn’t spoken much since the news of your dimension, but Miguel didn’t mind. He’d wait until you were comfortable again.
“After lunch today we’ll get you into a nice bath.” He hums, gently brushing back your hair before lifting the spoon to your lips. He was always so set on feeding you.. and you wouldn’t deny him it, he was taking care of you after all.
You look up to him, opening your mouth to allow the soup in. A homemade delicacy he’d recalled you liked. “Is it good?” Miguel questions softly, gently brushing his thumb against your bottom lip, plopping it into his own mouth to clean it of excess soup.
You only softly nod, opening your mouth for another spoonful. It was routine now. Miguel would come during breakfast, lunch, and dinner to feed you. Every second day he bathed you. And for about an hour a day he’d simply spend time with you, whether it be him holding you close or entertaining you the ways he could.
“Such a good boy,” he praises, showing you the empty bowl like a pleased father, a reminder of the time passed in his presence “should we get you in that bath now?” Miguel questions, setting down the dish and taking hold of one of your hands.
You think over the question. It wasn’t your first bath given by him, but you definitely weren’t used to them. It was infantilizing to have a man bathe you when you were perfectly capable, but you weren’t about to fight the man on it… he could easily overpower you.
Your thoughts are silenced as the man pulls you into his arms, dwarfing you with his large body. He carries you into the bathroom attachment of your.. cell? Placing you down on the counter as he starts a bath.
“Did you want me to undress you, or are you feeling capable?” He hums, glancing towards you with cocky look. You stay silent, face flushed as you recall your last experience.
It had been the day of the news. You were so out of it you couldn’t handle simple tasks.. it’s what started all these processes. Miguel thought you weren’t able to care for yourself anymore. He took it upon himself to be your caregiver of sorts… to treat you like a pet.
You simply remain silent, wary eyes watching over Miguel as he approaches. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes, I’d love for you to help me, sir.’” He mocks, standing between your legs as he holds your hips.
A small whimper escapes your lips, a shiver fluttering up your spine as you drop your head onto his chest. You felt so weak in his hold..
His large hands work quick, grasping onto the bottom of your shirt, tugging it up as you lift your arms. The man hums in content, kissing your collarbone as he moves down to your bottoms. Fingers hooking around the waistband.
You’re left in boxers, exposed beneath his lustful gaze as he caresses along your body. “Such a beautiful body..” he whispers, hot breath fanning across your neck.
His finger finally tugging down your boxers, causing you to squirm lightly. Once left nude, his hands move to cup beneath your ass, lifting you up to place you in the tub. Cooing about how soft you felt…
It all felt far too intimate for what this was meant to be. Something meant to be platonic and care filled, more intimate and.. dare you say manipulative. Your gut twisted with unknown anxiety, unaware of why you felt so uneasy around the man helping you.
“Hair or body first?” Miguel questions, holding up the two bottles of soap. You think about it for a moment, slowly pointing over to the hair wash. You’d much rather his touch on your hair than body. “Sounds perfect.” He hums, taking a generous amount before lathering up your hair.
His touch is gentle and slow, cautious as to not scare you away. He knew you weren’t too fond of the intimacy (you’d learn to accept it, but he’d wait for now), so he refrained from anything too.. suspicious. Kind enough to let you wash your own body.
“What a good boy, all cleaned up and pretty.” Miguel coos, helping you step out of the tub, drying off your body. He’d been the one to pick out your outfit; something you weren’t too fond of, but would dress in nonetheless.
One of Miguel’s large sweaters and some shorts, shorter than you’d like, sat folded on the counter. A cheeky smile tugging at the man’s lips as he purrs into your ears. “You’ll look so good, cariño~”
He’s the one to dress you. Large hands pulling up some fresh boxers onto your hips. The shorts following suit, ending a bit above mid-thigh. You’re thankful for the way his sweater than pools around you body, providing some extra coverage for the exposed skin.
His hands cup around your head, forcing you to meet his eyes as he smiles, kissing your forehead affectionately. “Such a pretty boy..”
“Why do you.. why are you treating me like a pet?” You whisper meekly, the first thing you’ve said to him since the incident. He seems shocked, slowly grasping ahold of himself as he clears his throat.
“It’s what all good caretakers do.” He states, stroking your damp hair back, his calloused thumb rubbing against your cheek.
“You’re not.. my caretaker.” Your words are a clear mistake. The finger against your cheek growing to place pressure as his nail cuts into your flesh. The result being a thin, bleeding scratch on your cheek, a small whimper following.
“I am.” He snarls lowly, face leaning down towards your own. “And you have no right to say otherwise after all I’ve done. I have fed you, bathed you, spent my time dealing with your nonsense, and all I get back is your ungrateful attitude?” Miguel snaps, his other hand roughly pulling at your hair.
His grip slowly loosens, deeply inhaling before exhaling and relaxing himself. “I’m sorry.. you’re just upset. You just need some time to understand that you’re mine.” He doesn’t seem to speaking to you, but instead more to himself. As if planning ahead.
You’re scared, that’s for sure, but Miguel leaves no room for complaint. His predatory gaze meeting yours. “Cariño, I need you to be good and listen, surely that’s not too hard.” He’s backing you into the wall as he speaks. “I’m not asking for too much, am I? All I want is for you to stay safe. To stay with me.”
Your eyes desperately search for any escape, but you find none possible. His large frame dwarfing you.. “I’ll spoil you and everything! I just.. I want you close to me.. just you and me. We won’t need anyone else!” He’s got you caged between himself and the wall, holding your chin in a rough grasp.
“Just be a good boy, and start listening.” He whispers, licking up your chin, cleaning the earlier scratch of any blood. “I’ll treat you so good..” he’s panting, clearly growing a bit feral with the way his eyes flash a bit brighter.. “All mine.. you’re all mine..”
And slowly, you begin to realize just how fucked you were. Trapped with your obsessive boss and left with no hopes of escape.. truly nothing but a pet to the man. Something to be kept and toyed with. And perhaps… perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad? He was taking care of you; spoiling you even.. perhaps you could live happy as a pet?
Can you do marvel men with a male reader that hide a pretty serious injury because he don't want them to be worried ? How will they find out and what will be their reaction ?
From his training in HYDRA Bucky would pretty easily notice something off about you. He would wait until the two of you are alone to mention anything to you. Bucky would easily notice how serious it is and would take you to the nearest hospital. Once you get treated he would ask you why you would keep something like this away from him. When you tell him your reasoning he would somewhat understand but would tell you he would prefer if you just tell him when it happens.
Steve would notice your weird demeanor and ask if everything was all right. If you said you were okay he would be hesitant but would trust your judgement. Though after still seeing you in pain, he would ask you to just tell him what's wrong so he can help you in some way. After he learns about the injury he would immediately take you somewhere to get it healed. When you tell him why you kept it secret Steve would tell you that he always worries about people he cares about so next time don't be afraid to tell him.
This man show's his love for you in very physical ways so Thor would instantly notice your wince of pain when he hugs you. He would think that he hugged you too tight and apologize but you would assure him that it's not his fault. You would eventually reveal your injury to assuage Thor's worries about hurting you and Thor would take you to Bruce or a hospital to treat you. Thor would understand your hesitance to tell him but would gently tell you that taking care of yourself is more important than Thor's possible worry.
Tony wouldn't notice right away since he tends to be hyper-focused on his work and forgets to pay attention to other things. Though when Tony has some free time he would go to hang out with you and would notice your weird behavior. Tony would question your behavior and though you would try to brush it off Tony would easily see through your lie. After you get treated and explain to Tony why you didn't say anything he would jokingly tell you to leave the ignoring of one's well-being to him.
Loki is pretty good at reading people so it wouldn't take him long to notice that something is off about you. He would confront you directly about and the two of you would go back and forth for a little bit before you eventually give in and show Loki your injury. Loki would then take you to Bruce to get healed while slightly scolding you for not seeking help sooner. After you are treated Loki would tell you in a nicer tone that you need to look after yourself regardless of Loki's possible reaction to it.
While the two of you are hanging out Bruce would notice the pain you are in and would ask you if everything is okay. When you show Bruce the injury he would quickly take you to the medical bay to treat it. When you try to explain your reasoning Bruce would kindly tell you that the both of you will talk about it after he treats you since he needs to focus. Once you explain yourself Bruce would tell you that while he can understand your thought process you still need to treat injuries as soon as possible so they don't get worse.
FEMALE READER WRITERS, PLEASE STOP PUTTING MALE READER IN YOUR TAGS! ITS NOT CUTE NOR FUNNY!
“w-well there’s so many male readers!”
DUDE NO THE FUCK THERE ISNT?! THERE IS SO MANY FEMALE READERS, ITS NORMALIZED TO MAKE THE READER FEMALE TO POINT JUST PUTTING ‘X reader’ AUTOMATICALLY MAKES IT FEMALE READER COMPARED TO PUTTING GN! READER.
Thanks for coming to my TED Talk, have a wonderful day my dudes, dudettes, and dudeinis!
Warnings: Toxic Behaviour, Obsessive Behaviour, Possessive Behaviour, Delusions of Grandeur, Narcissism, Manipulation, Indoctrination, Implications of Smut, Implications of Sexual Coercion, Kidnapping, False Imprisonment, Implication of Murder, Implications of Torture, Implication of Sexual Punishment/Reward, Implications of Pregnancy (Not of Reader), Poisoning, Stockholm Syndrome, Religious Themes, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’.
♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, when he sees you for the first time, a quiver in your walk and your voice as you explain to him that your car just swerved into a tree, seemingly of its own accord, leaving you with no means of transportation, knows there is something different about you. Almost whimsical.
♡ Something that makes his stone heart stammer.
♡Yandere Cult Leader who, when you shamble up to his front doorstep and plead for help, welcomes you with open arms into his house – the only one for miles – and tells you to “Take a seat. Please, make yourself comfortable !”
♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, after finding out that you’re unfamiliar with the area, that you’re not privy to where anything or anyone is, hence you didn’t see whatever caused your car to swerve, can’t help but feel something hidden, dark, light up in the back of his mind.
♡ Yandere Cult Leader who insists you “Stay the night; we’d be more than happy to have you !” And actively resists your declination, your promise that you’ll “Be fine if I can get to a hospital.”
♡ Yandere Cult Leader whose only elaboration on who “we” are comes in the form of taking you out the back of the house, which now you see is more like a manor, the front of the architecture being deceptively small and mousy, where, as far as the eye could see, a town slept. One filled with people – hundreds, it seemed – dressed in clothing so similar to one another that they formed a moving pattern.
♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, despite knowing there are always vacant houses available for any ‘late comers’ to his Association, tells you otherwise – that you will be “Staying with me.” Just until you’re better. Or the next morning, at the very least.
♡ With no phone signal and a growing headache, throupled with your limp, you feel you have little chance of survival out on the open road; especially at night.
♡ And, with what you suspect to be a concussion and no room to argue given how far from anything and everything you were, you accepted what you thought was a gracious offer.
