hey guys, im not dead haha. no harry potter atm, but enjoy this reiner fic since i got into aot again.
Summary:Reiner comes back to Marley to find you moved on, inspired by drunk wqalk home by mitski
Pairing: Reiner Braun x Male Reader
Word Count:1794
Warning: alcohol usage, general depression, a lot of trauma, most of it surrounding reiner.
The fog faded into the cool night as he stumbled home, the streets were empty sparing a few fellow drunkards. He was angry and confused as the alcohol wrecked through his system.
He was nothing more than a tool. A fool stuck in this mess he created. He wanted to scream, cry and crawl his way out of the shallow grave he was forced into. The two sides of him fighting to conquer his will, how could he live with himself when all he wanted was you.
He swayed side to side as he walked through the dimly lit streets of Marley. He never wanted to return to this place, not when you were here. How could you be so stupid?! He thought to himself as he stopped to lean against a wall, throwing up what he thought might have been all his inner demons if he didn’t know any better.
He wanted nothing more than to return to you. To kiss you and love you, hold you tight like he should’ve. What he wanted more was to leave this fucking hell with you by his side, but what a fucking fool he was. How could he expect you to pause your life for him? How could he have not predicted you would’ve thought he was dead by now? A faded memory from your past you wished to forget.
He had scanned for your face in the crowd when he came home, but you weren’t there. His family greeted him with tears and hugs, but he couldn’t stop peering over their shoulders to catch a glimpse of your face anywhere. He had asked around and discovered where you had gone to when he left, but no one would look him in the eyes when he asked what you were doing now. So as cruel fate would have it, he knocked on your door.
You answered, looking older and wiser, yet he could see you under it all. A scared kid, hugging him tight as you begged him not to go. Though now you stared at him with wide eyes and a small toddler in your arms. He couldn’t breathe as you smiled, small tears in your eyes upon hearing about his return. He couldn’t say a word as many spilled from your lips. The toddler growing restless in your arms as you cut the conversation short, suggesting to meet at a later date to properly catch-up.
He hadn’t been gone that long had he? He must’ve been imagining it when your wife came to take the toddler out of your arms for rest or when she kissed your cheek to let you know dinner was gonna be ready soon, asking who your friend was.
Though through it all you smiled, like you were happy to see him, like you couldn’t see the blackhole forming in his chest once only a small missing piece from his life. You looked awkward having to carry the short conversation when he couldn’t get a word in.
“I’m so glad you came home safe” You smiled again and his eyes were burning. He never knew you could smile this much, he couldn’t have known you would smile this much. You had to know how long he waited to see it again because you couldn’t stop treating him to your smile. “I’ll have to come see you soon, okay? A new bakery opened on that street we used to play in. It has the most delicious pies you’ll ever see! I have to go now. Are you okay, Reiner?” You said his name and all his emotions bubbled you at once and before he knew it tears were streaming down his face, blurring his vision.
“That sounds great. I’ll have to check that out.” Reiner said, tears falling onto his jacket. He then turned around on his heel, walking away.
Now here he was walking down the same road. He would never be free. He wasn’t sure of where he was going, but every turn he took drew him closer to you. He thought about how he was finally allowed to be here, where you were. His armband earned him that, but didn’t earn him you. He could see your door now in his drunken vision, right in front of him in fact. Burning his brain with the thoughts of you standing there, begging him to stay this time and then he knocked.
He regretted it, regretted every choice he had made up to this point. He considered taking off in the opposite direction, running as fast as his drunken state would allow and never seeing you again, but as his body reacted to his thought, you opened the door.
“Reiner? What are- what are you doing here this late?” You said, worried as he struggled to hold himself up. His legs had almost bucked beneath when he saw you. “I-“ Was all he could say before he was on his knees in front of you, he looked confused and angry. He looked like he was holding on by a thread.
“I don’t know.” He said as he looked up at you. Reiner looked like a scared child in that moment, his eyes glossed over with a sad emptiness you didn’t remember being there. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You immediately fussed over him, checking him. He smelled like cheap booze and cigarette smoke. He was definitely not okay.
“I’m fine” He simply said, looking at his hands. They burned with his guilt and sadness. He was tired. “Do you need help getting home? I could get my coat and tell (girl name) to make sure (toddler’s name) is okay. I don’t mind.” You quickly got into action and it made his hands burn hotter. “I’m fine” He repeated in the same tone. “You are clearly not.” You fought back, bringing him inside to sit down on a stool. “Stay here.” You commanded and he obeyed as you walked away.
His thoughts ran circles around his brain as you walked away. Why did he do this? Coming to you in the middle of the night and disturbing your family. It hadn’t even been a month since he saw you that day. “Okay. Here.” You put a coat on him, it was definitely the alcohol, but he didn’t feel how cold it was.
“I need you.” Your heart skipped a beat as you pulled his arm around your shoulder, you hoped he couldn’t hear your heartbeat. “Let’s just get you home, okay?” “Okay.”
Reinwr walked through the empty city once, the previous drunks seemed to have gone back to their homes and you two were the last people out this late. Reiner looked sick and left your side to puke up more of his demons. You helped him up again. The cool air and the fog made it the prettiest night with no one else in sight.
You arrived at his door, the lights still on from when he left. The room is simple with a small kitchen off the side and a kettle. Tea. Tea was a good idea, you helped him take the coat off and sit down at the stools surrounding the small table next the kitchen. The room looked too blank, no personal items around, no decorations, only one dead flower in an empty vase.
You made tea with Reiner’s eyes burning into the back of your head. Reiner thought you were the prettiest person alive in this moment, dimly lit by the candle light. You were here right now, when he needed you. You were here.
You finished the tea and sat next to him, drinking it in silence together. A lot of things were left unsaid to this point. Things neither of you wanted to spill sober, but Reiner wasn’t sober right now. “I cant-“ He tried to say, but the words caught in his throat, willing his tears away. You looked towards him and saw the determined look on his face.
“I can’t live without you.” Reiner said, blankly. He was going to regret a lot of the things he did here tonight. “What?” “I said I can’t live with you.” He repeated more clearly like you just didn’t hear him. “I’m quite sure you can” You laughed it off and he grew more desperate. “No… I can’t. I can’t live without you… here. You don’t understand.” He held his arms out to you as you laid him down to sober up.
He reached to your face and both your hearts stopped. You never imagined he was alive and he never imagined he’d live to see your face again. “I can’t do this with you, Reiner. I can… never do this with you.” You said, your throat catching the last few words. Reiner was broken and in his drunken thoughts, you were the only glue he needed to fix himself. “This time I thought maybe we just didn’t have to tell anyone what we do.” Reiner whispered and you were the first to break.
You gently put your lips to his, forgetting every vow you took as his lips fit perfectly with yours. It wasn’t fair how perfect they fit as he deepened the kiss. Nothing would last forever, but this moment felt like it could. “I’m sorry I never tried to stay for you.” “I’m sorry I never tried harder to make you stay.”
You both did things you regretted that night. Reiner held you and kissed you like he’d never get to taste you ever again. He kissed you deeply and beautifully as the sunlight broke through the windows. Not for a single moment did he stop to think about ever letting you like he had so long again.
As you both laid there, Reiner’s arms holding your frame, you felt him shake with sobs looking at you. You didn’t say anything, how could you even imagine what he had gone through up until now.
“You’re here… you’re really here with me.” He cried out as you pulled him closer to you, holding him. He held you in return, clinging onto you like you were the last safe place he had left in the world. “Everything is wrong.” He sobbed, his breath growing heavy and his head shook in your hands. All you could do was stroke the broken man’s hair, shushing him until he could breathe again. “I’m here.” You said against your better judgment. You wouldn’t be here for him always. You couldn’t. aot
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You watched him carefully as he slowly fell asleep in your arms, his breath evening out as his shoulder rose and fell with every breath. You clearly got up, putting on the clothing you had and taking your belongings with you.
you took a deep breath and looked at him for an uncomfortable few seconds “i love you.” spilled from your mouth and he just melts. he melts and peppers your face with kisses, holding your hands in his own and now that the words have been spoken he can’t stop saying it. he’s the type of guy who’s patient, in his mind he had basically decided he loved you the first time you kissed. now with the words that were coming out of your mouth (which he gladly waited for.) he wanted to kiss you more and more and more.
Kugisaki Nobara:
she would probably need a minute to process what you said. she’s thought about it before, but is unsure if how you feel will end up hurting her more. she asks you to repeat so many times before she feels comfortable saying it back and that’s an even more special moment. when you wake up, looking over at her, muttering a little “i love you so much” and having her mumble back a half flustered “i love you too” very quickly before pecking your cheek and getting up to run for breakfast with a red on her cheeks.
Fushiguro Megumi:
he’s unsure how to feel. he wants to say it back, valid how you feel about him. he works himself into knots trying to figure out a way to say it back and a way to make sure you’re not hurt. he didn’t think just to tell you he wasn’t ready first. he didn’t want to put that on you, but now having avoided you for days, he abruptly stops you in a hallway of some kind, corning you. “i like you a lot!” he says quickly all at once, looking away as to not face your disappointment in him. you however grab his hand softly. “you don’t have to say it back… whenever you’re ready, okay?” he nods very quickly and just as abruptly as he corned you, he’s already down the hallway. smiling to himself as he stared forward a little spaced out at how amazing you are.
Gojo Satoru:
you were in bed, his dangly arms wrapped around you when you turned to face up at him, both your mostly bare skin touching and you tiredly whisper an “i love you.” as you yawn, cuddling closer to him. you’re sound asleep before he can even react appropriately and there he lays, you in his arms as he stares at the ceiling, as he questions every life decision he ever made. he had come to a conclusion as you slept soundly. he would go… again. yeah, he thought. it was a great idea. he had clearly overstayed his usual time with someone and it was about time to leave anyway… then he started thinking why it was time to go? or why he had stayed so long with you? usually he was dating 5 different people who eventually found out about each other and that took care of that, but he can’t think of any recent date he had that wasn’t you or the last time he had checked the dating apps he so conveniently removed from his home screen after that one particular night with you. he looked at you again and smiled, kissing your head gently. he sighed with content and nervousness as he muttered “i love you too.” at your unconscious mind.
Nanami Kento:
it was casual, almost too causal. you had been living together, for convenience of course. you both told yourselves. he needed a roommate and you needed a place to live… and then you needed a workspace and he needed an office and suddenly you shared a bed. more space efficient of course. the sex was just a plus to whatever relationship you had. it was fine if you cuddled after, aftercare was just as important. you could both use the physical touch and conversations and meals and… it slipped out when he walked into the room, grabbing his cuff links when you looked sleepily at him. “have a good day at work, love you” you yawned, rubbing your eyes. “thank you. i will. love you too, bye.” and just like that both of you had barely been realised that your relationship had progressed. not until he came home later in the evening and you were a nervous wreck and he looked a little more tired than usual. “i didn’t mean we-“ “of course it was just polite.” “yes. we haven’t become more or less than we were before.” “yes.” the end note was kind of disappointing for both of you. though when you both laid in bed that night, a steamy session knocked out, your minds drifted to it again. the morning came and you woke up to him getting dressed. “morning” you smiled, rubbing sleep out of your eyes. “good morning, i was just on my way… i’ll see you later of course. love you, bye.” he said a little stiffly, testing the waters. “of course, love you too” you said, throwing the covers over you again. he smiled to himself, moving to give you a kiss on the forehead before heading out.
Synopsis:Akaashi has more patients than you do when it comes to combing your hair.
W.C:269
Warnings:None! POC!Reader with curly hair. I wrote this assuming reader is male but it’s gender neutral.
Akaashi watches from the doorway of the living room as a fight occurs between your hair, the comb in your hand and you. Akaashi snickers as you let out a low sound of frustration.
“You know if you’re gonna stand there and laugh at me you could at least offer to help me.”
“Fine, I’ll help you. I don’t know why you didn’t just ask from the beginning.”
“You were sleeping. You spent all night trying to edit that manuscript.”
You felt the couch dip slightly next to you as Akaashi took a seat. He takes the comb and lets you sit on the floor between his legs.
This is not the first time that Akaashi has helped you with your hair. It’s evident by how his hands move through your hair with practiced patience. Careful to work his way to your roots and not snag one of the combs teeth on a curl. Slowly working his fingers through the more knotted parts of your curls. Taking the time to massage your scalp before moving on to detangle with the comb.
There is something magical about being taken care of like this. Something to be said about the gentle way he works with your hair. How he takes his time to rub circles into your scalp. The tension drops from your shoulders and you melt into his touch. When he finishes combing your hair he gently runs a hand through it in an attempt to catch any stray knots. Not finding any he places a kiss on your forehead before leaning back on the couch with a soft yawn.
Hello! My name is yam, but you may call me mod poison or rox. I am the sole operator of this dandy lil’ blog, where I write about anything I like anytime I want! and I do hope you will enjoy the content on here!
Onto the things!
RULES
What I will write:
Currently I’m writing only headcanons right now, but I will change this if I ever want to make one-shots.
I’m fairly flexible with the things I write for, so really I don’t mind! Of course, I have limits, which will be below, but overall I’m good with almost everything
Angst, other dark things, fluff, smut, ect. The former two mostly.
Male readers and neutral readers mainly.
Annnnd that’s basically it!
What I won’t write:
Pedophilia or anything like that
Rape
Strictly female readers, as there’s plenty of that already out there
Lately I’ve been more into writing headcanon than one shots so here we gooooo
Thor had a hard time understanding concept of video games, you tried your best to explain it to him
If you’re one of those gamers who like having their room full of led lights, Thor’s gonna love it
Believe me or not, but he finds your lights pretty comforting
Thor really liked to watch you play, even though he wasn’t understanding too much how it worked
It would be lie if he would say that he wasn’t fascinated by it
He asked you if he could try playing, of course you agreed
You asked which game he wanted to play, when he answered, you turned it on and turned on tutorial for him, so he could understand how it works and what he has to do
Of course you were telling him what to do and how (idk why but I see Thor trying Overwatch)
Let’s stay with the idea that he plays Overwatch
You tell him to go to the training area, so he can try his best with the characters he’s interested in
I feel like he could go for chosing Brigitte, Torbjörn or Reinhardt, but of course he tried others characters too, because he was interested in their abilities and skills
Thor had a lot of fun
Watching him play against others was funny
“How dare you attack God of Thunder?!”
At some point you were scared that he would destroy your gaming equipment
Luckily he didn’t
After playing for the first time, he wanted more
He really liked Overwatch, but wanted to try other games too, so without thinking much you introduced him to other games
Horror, adventure, role play, strategy, genre don’t matter, Thor wanted to try them all
His favorites are Overwatch, Minecraft and Witcher
Sometimes you two would play Minecraft and Overwatch together
In second game you would play against each other or together, depending on mood
When you’re playing on your own or with your friends, he likes to sit in the same room with you, but always ask if you’re okay with it
Being a twitch streamer and dating Thor
He always helps you with getting everything ready
Brings you snacks or anything you to drinks (besides alcohol) when you need
He likes spending time in your room with you during streams
Your audience loves him, he’s sweet and always says “hi” to them
He happens to read what people say in chat to him, sometimes even complementing him and he just chuckles and thanks
Sometimes you two play on streams, together or against each other, depends on game
Playing against each other looks basically like “The lower cleans the house” and etc.
He helps you clean after stream if you’ve made a mess
Some people in your chat split up into two teams when you two play games, one being on your side, one on your boyfriend’s
It’s not harmful or anything, it’s playful
Some people say Thor should make his own twitch account, but he has no interest in having one
is it more appropriate to use m/n or y/n for a male reader? because i think using y/n is fine, but i don’t want to use it and it’s not fine with some people. or am i just overthinking this and nobody really cares which is used?
Lately I’ve been more into writing headcanon than one shots so here we gooooo
Thor had a hard time understanding concept of video games, you tried your best to explain it to him
If you’re one of those gamers who like having their room full of led lights, Thor’s gonna love it
Believe me or not, but he finds your lights pretty comforting
Thor really liked to watch you play, even though he wasn’t understanding too much how it worked
It would be lie if he would say that he wasn’t fascinated by it
He asked you if he could try playing, of course you agreed
You asked which game he wanted to play, when he answered, you turned it on and turned on tutorial for him, so he could understand how it works and what he has to do
Of course you were telling him what to do and how (idk why but I see Thor trying Overwatch)
Let’s stay with the idea that he plays Overwatch
You tell him to go to the training area, so he can try his best with the characters he’s interested in
I feel like he could go for chosing Brigitte, Torbjörn or Reinhardt, but of course he tried others characters too, because he was interested in their abilities and skills
Thor had a lot of fun
Watching him play against others was funny
“How dare you attack God of Thunder?!”
At some point you were scared that he would destroy your gaming equipment
Luckily he didn’t
After playing for the first time, he wanted more
He really liked Overwatch, but wanted to try other games too, so without thinking much you introduced him to other games
Horror, adventure, role play, strategy, genre don’t matter, Thor wanted to try them all
His favorites are Overwatch, Minecraft and Witcher
Sometimes you two would play Minecraft and Overwatch together
In second game you would play against each other or together, depending on mood
When you’re playing on your own or with your friends, he likes to sit in the same room with you, but always ask if you’re okay with it
Being a twitch streamer and dating Thor
He always helps you with getting everything ready
Brings you snacks or anything you to drinks (besides alcohol) when you need
He likes spending time in your room with you during streams
Your audience loves him, he’s sweet and always says “hi” to them
He happens to read what people say in chat to him, sometimes even complementing him and he just chuckles and thanks
Sometimes you two play on streams, together or against each other, depends on game
Playing against each other looks basically like “The lower cleans the house” and etc.
He helps you clean after stream if you’ve made a mess
Some people in your chat split up into two teams when you two play games, one being on your side, one on your boyfriend’s
It’s not harmful or anything, it’s playful
Some people say Thor should make his own twitch account, but he has no interest in having one
The 9th Doctor will be sorprise to find he forgot about the little human child he hided inside of the TARDIS when he tried to save you from the massive attack of… Many living plastics dolls. ‘Oh well… This wasnt something what I could wait from me, just look at me! I’m stupid!’ He said sarcastically just to made you laugh.
'We are on a space ship?
'Yep’
'Like… Star wars?’
'Something like that, isn’t it fantastic?.’
The Tenth Doctor will be surprised at first but then he will be trying to find the way to take you back safely to your home.
'Hey little one, what’s your name? How did you ended here?’
'My name is (Y/N)… I was playing in my room and when I blinked I was already here.’
'Well (Y/N), I’ll take you back to your home. So, Allons-y!’
The 11th Doctor didnt mind about you being inside of the TARDIS, he enjoyed your company and seemed to see you as his child.
’(Y/N)! Lets go, I want to show you something!’ He grabbed your hand and made you ran with him, he stopped in front of the TARDIS’ doors. 'Are you ready sweetheart?’
'Always ready!’ You giggled, making the Time Lord smile.
'Then, just there is one thing to say… Geronimo!’ He said before to open the TARDIS and ran with you into a new aventure.
'This place isn’t safe for childrens!’ The twelfth Doctor yelled at the air, you were follow him like a lost puppy. Well basically you were something like that, he saved your life when the Cybermans tried to rule the Earth againg.
'But why?’ You asked, trying to catch his hand but he push you away.
'This. Ship. Its. Not. A. Place. For. Childrens.’
'But you’re acting like one, that doenst made you a children to?’
'Smart kid, now shut up.’
The 13th Doctor will be very happy to see you, she still being new in the whole thing of being for the first time a woman, and see you sleeping in the floor of the TARDIS with your favorite teddybear was something has made her two hearts melt of cuteness!
'Hi sweetie!! I’m The Doctor, what’s your name?’
’(Y/N)…’ You answer to her a bit sleepy, barely noticing you werent in your house anymore. 'Are you my mummy?’
The Doctor laughed softly. 'No. I’m not your mummy, sweetheart… But I’ll find her and returns you to her.’
Characters:Dean Winchester x (Male Upir)Reader; Roman Godfrey x Peter Rumancek ; Sam Winchester ; Castiel ; Miranda ; Nadia.
Summary: (Y/N) Godfrey is an Upir who ran away from his family after his cousin died and his family ended broken apart, being by himself he became friend of the Winchester’s brothers and started to hunt with them, but when weird things start to happen on his hometown and people start to being murder he have to come back and face his past and fight agains his feels for Dean Winchester.
A/N: This is a little crossover between Hemlock Grove and Supernatural where the Reader is Roman’s twin.I will make a Tag list with the people who want to be tagged in the chapters. (Comment or sendme and DM with the user you want to be tagged)
Warnings:Spoilers from Hemlock Grove Season 2
You remember the day you ran away from your home, from the safety of Hemlock Grove comunity. You still feeling bad for leaved the family after what happened with your cousin Letha, but there weren’t another choises for you. You needed to be by your own, you need to had your place and your work and everything you wanted without have to scared as hell the people just with your name. Because being a Godfrey means you have all Hemlock Grove at your hands, and you hate it.
You twin brother Roman was the type of guy everyone wants to be, the rich guy who fucks with every girls or guys of the whole comunity, you in the other way you always be the shy one. You hated the way your brother Roman used his powers over girls to made them more ‘easy to take on his bed’. Well its not like he always used it, many of the girls of the town wanted to fuck with him just because he is he. In the other side of that weird Upir shit was your little sister Sherlly, you never knew what the hell exactly she was but for you that didnt matter, because she’s the most sweet person in the world and you always thinks she didn’t deserved what happened with her when she was a baby, but there wasn’t anything you could do for that, you were just a little boy of four years old when your father killed her before to shot himself. (or maybe we should say -tried to kill her but Doctor Price take her back to life after her funeral-?). Welll it doenst really matter now, how the hell or what the hell she is, she is your little sister and you love her.
Oh man, you miss her, you really do. You miss Sherlly and Roman, but you have your own life outside Hemlock Grove and you can’t just go back without any explication to your new friends, The Infamus Winchester brothers.
You want to go back to Hemlock Grove, but it will be a great idea bring with you two hunters?
“Obviously its not a good idea, they barely know me.”
You has been hunting with Sam and Dean since you almost end killed by a Werewofl in a small town on Kansas, they save your life and you insisted to go with them. Being an Upir, a kind of vampire, wanst easy to hide from them, they were hunters, they were training to find things like you and kill them, but fortunality for you they never heared or saw a monster of your kind and they never could knew it by themselves. Sam had his suspicious about you, and when your “vampire stuff” coming afloat you ended telling him everything about you, begging for you own life, Sam doesnt seemed botering about what you are, but he and Castiel agreed with you to hide for more time what you are from Dean.
You secretly love him, and you know how Dean can be mad with you if he find out you have keeping secrets for him.
Would he hate you if he find out you are a monster?
That question didn’t let you sleep in the night, and now that fear of being hated by the person you got a crush on became more bigger, because you have not more options than go back to Hemlock Grove.
'Guys, I need you help. People has been murder in my hometown, my sister has disappeared and my brother said he had a vision where people with masks slaughter a family, and it happened last night.’
(A/n: I finally started to watch Doctor Who and yeah I’m in love with 10thDoctor and 11thDoctor so I’ll probably start to write about them.)
‘Rose would knew what was going on with the kid!’ The Doctor yelled at you, walking around the control panel of the TARDIS. You rolled your eyes, trying to hide how his comments were hurting you.
He always said that to you when he was upset after something go wrong on the mission. Every time he will blow into the TARDIS, yelling at you things like 'Rose would do it better.’ or 'Rose should knew that.’ and etc.
At first you tried to fight harder against his disappointment, trying to become a better companion but sorprise! Never was enough for the Doctor, he always seemed disappointed at you.
You were tired about the situation, you were human after all! Humans commit mistakes sometimes! He wasn’t human and he committed mistakes too!
'Well! I’ m not Rose Tyler! She is DEAD in this universe!’ You yelled back at him, making the Time Lord look back at you with an angrily look on his features.
’ YES, YOU ARE NOT ROSE! ’
’ FINALLY YOU GET THAT! ’ You screamed at him before to went to the TARDIS’ doors and get out of the time machine. The Doctor stayed inside, looking at the blue doors and hoping you come back in a few seconds.
He sighed and touched softly the panels of the TARDIS. 'I’m an idiot, isn’t it?’ He said to himself, he knew what he was doing all this time. 'Made the person I love most hate me, to keep them safe.’ He smiled sadly with tears falling from his eyes. ’“You aren’t Rose Tyler, you’ re better than her, better than any companion I had” I wanted to say it, but I didn’t… I can’t… I hope (Y/N) decide to go far away from me, to come back to Earth but… I’m in love… Why it have to hurt so much? ’
He could feel a change in the air, like if TARDIS was trying to made him know a message.
'Oh you got it right! I have to go and find (Y/N), but what I will say!?’
'I’m sorry.’ A voice echoned in the control room, making the Doctor jumped and turned around to look at you.’ All you have to do, is come and say those three words.’ You smiled at him, making the Time Lord ran at your side and hugged you.
'Then, I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I shouldnt be like that with you.’
'Its okay Doctor, you’re only trying to protect me… And I appreciate that, well it can be better if you choose another way to do that, you know? ’
'I’ll… I’ll protect you.’ He laughed nervous. 'This time in the correct way.’
“agh- f-fuck…” popper whined. Your fingers were tangled up in his fluffy red hair, yanking his head up frequently. “how many times do I have to tell you to keep your head up, stupid bitch.” You said through gritted teeth, your hand giving him a hard slap. Your cock violently thrusted into the clowns desperate cum-filled hole, hitting his prostate mercilessly. He had already cum twice and the overstimulation was driving him wild. Plenty of your cum had been buried in his ass already, but it wasn’t enough. His legs felt like they were going to give out, his hands on the edge of the vanity being the only thing keeping him upright.
His head dropped again, teeth gritted. You groaned in annoyance and yanked his head back again. “Keep your eyes on the fucking mirror.” You growled. Popper nodded slightly. His eyes fixed on the mirror as you commanded. He watched himself get fucked silly, face covered in sweat and smudged makeup. His brain was going completely numb. He couldn’t think over his desperate moans and whines, which were forming into screams and yelps. Popper squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, causing a few tears to fall down his cheeks and smudge his makeup even more.
“such a good boy. do you want me to cum inside your pretty ass again?” You praised. “Y-yes!! aghh… fuck, y/n, p-please fuck me!! f-fuck me until i- un- til I breakkkkk….” he whined, knuckles white and eyes rolling into the back of his head. You reached around to the clowns neglected cock, stroking your good boy off as you pounded his ass. “Aghhahh!! ’ m cumming~!!” Popper yelped. Yet another round of his cum stuck to the mirror as yours shot directly against his prostate.
You grinded your hips against poppers overflowing ass, massaging that spot with your cock. “look at you, popper. you did so well.” You whispered. He couldn’t really process what you said, but he knew you were praising him. His legs gave out, but before he could hit the ground you set him on the bed.
“O-one more round?” He shyly requested. You grinned and folded his body so his numb legs were all the way up and he was completely helpless. You slammed your cock all the way inside, resuming at your previous pace. Poppers moans were so loud that they left a ringing in your ears. The rest of the circus would definitely hear you, but neither of you cared. The clown couldn’t hold it together, his nails clawed at your back, drawing thin lines of blood. “Ahh-!!!! fuck- fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!!!!!” He screamed. “g-gonna cum- please, fuck-!! Hahh…” You panted out incoherent praises as you sped up if at all possible. popper threw his head back, his back arching and wrapping his legs around your waist. You scratched his thighs and buried your face in his neck as you came. The clown choked out a sob, cum landing on his face and chest.
You were both exhausted. You slowly pulled out and let popper relax his legs. He was shaking violently, desperately trying to regain his breathing. You wanted to ask him if he was okay, but he was already conked out. You sighed blissfully and put a blanket over his limp body.
“Sweet dreams, popper.” You whispered.
Meanwhile, jespers large hands relaxed and moved off of his ears so he could sleep at last.
If I write a sub male reader fic who would you skrunkly little guys prefer it be about ⁉️⁉️ I won’t do anyone from genshin bcuz I don’t play it sorry </3
imagine fucking murdoc into the mattress until he can’t breathe.
Contains: plenty of pain play (very hard spanking, idk you burn him with a cigarette at some point), choking, hair pulling, brief degrading, praising at the end, fucking murdoc in and out of consciousness for a few seconds, aftercare
male reader
murdoc whined, feeling your fingers tangle themselves up in his hair. Your hand landed hard on his ass, causing him to cry out softly. Your cock roughly pounded his insides without mercy. It felt so good, so so good. The poor thing felt like he was gonna burst already.
You hit murdocs ass again, harder this time. A very clear handprint could be seen. A few tears escaped his eyes, as well as a choked sob from his throat. “God, mudz, you’re such a filthy fucking slut, aren’t you?” You sneered, mercilessly fucking his brains out. When he didn’t answer, you yanked him by the hair so his head was tilted back slightly.
“Answer me.” You growled. “Y-yes, love- agh~ i-i-im a filthy slut-!! f-fuck- nghah-!!” He sobbed. You smirked, reaching for your lit cigarette. Murdoc got a very brief glance from the corner of his eye, but he knew what you were about to do to him. Without warning, you pressed the burning end against his back. A loud cry ripped from his throat as you continued burning his skin.
Murdoc felt like he was going to melt. He was shaking like a leaf, his whole body covered in various marks left by you. Burns, bites, hickies, scratches, and hand prints were on his skin like tattoos. You grabbed his throat and squeezed slightly, but not enough to legitimately hurt him. Murdoc couldn’t breathe anyway, and he had gone lightheaded with your hand restricting his breathing. He gripped the sheets, trying to keep himself grounded, but to no avail. It felt like he was floating.
Seeing stars, murdoc went limp for a second. You were nervous that you had hurt him, but he seemed to be somewhat awake, so you kept going. This happened a few more times before you both reached your limit.
“Hahh-!! C-cummi- nnghhh….” murdoc sobbed. You bit down on his neck, leaving a deep mark. You were both surprised he didn’t start bleeding. Cum fell onto the sheets beneath the both of you as you pulled out. Murdoc collapsed immediately. “Mm, you did such a good job for me.” You hummed, running your fingers through his hair. panting, he smiled. His legs were hurting already, so he couldn’t even fathom how he was going to stand up the next day. Murdocs thoughts weren’t coordinating, he couldn’t get a word out. His body felt like it was on fire.
“I’ll be right back, mudz.” You said, caressing his back for a second before getting up. Murdoc winced as the pain from all the marks on his body set in. He was sore all over. Before he knew it, you were sitting next to his exhausted body with a damp rag for his burns. “Sorry if I got carried away…” you apologized. Murdoc shook his head slightly. “n-no, it’s alright, love. it felt really good.” he shakily replied. You carefully pressed the rag to each of your shaking boyfriends burns with a soft smile. He adored when you were rough with him, but he absolutely melted whenever you were at all gentle. And the combination of both sent him into a blissful state.
Murdoc softly sighed, nearly asleep. You noticed and pulled the covers up over the both of you. “Get some rest, darling.” You whispered, moving his hair aside to kiss his forehead. Murdoc smiled as you wrapped an arm around him.
“Goodnight, mudz.”
Sorry if this is rushed I did most of this at like 2 in the morning </33
Summary: It’s your first time with your amazing girlfriend and she couldn’t sweeter and perfect.
Warnings: fluff, adorableness, and most importantly… sex
Reader:Male Reader
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader
Word Count: 2856
A/n:Requested by Anon: Ayo can I request a Wanda x male reader smut where it’s their first time together but also the reader’s first time ever and he’s kinda nervous and Wanda’s just being super sweet and gentle and supportive? Make it as smutty and adorable as you want!… I could totally see me doing a part two where the reader is more experienced (let me know if you want it!)
Wanda may have been an enhanced human slash Avenger but your meeting with her couldn’t have been more normal. You were helping a friend out with their coffee shop. It was their first store and they were running low on staff and you just so happened to be in between jobs.
It was the classic and cheesy scene where you took her order and nonchalantly put your number on her cup. You honestly had no idea that she was the Wanda Maximoff. All you saw was a very attractive woman with a kind smile. You saw a woman who was mysterious but had a kind heart. You wanted to know more about her.
Unfortunately, she didn’t call. You didn’t think much of it and quickly got over your disappointment. You thought she had walked out of your life forever, but fate wasn’t done with the two of you.
She returned to the coffee shop a couple of months later. It wasn’t a long-time span, but she seemed different. She seemed more unsure, cautious, and… defeated.
You knew you couldn’t let her go again. So, you asked if you could spend you break with her. You bribed her with freshly baked muffins and she accepted.
You didn’t ask about what was on her mind or what seemed to be wrong. You knew you needed to make an impression. You needed her to keep coming back. So, you did what you knew how to do. You made an idiot of yourself to get her laughing. By the time she left she seemed lighter and promised to return.
Casual meet ups turned to sporadic dating turned to moving in with each other. She was, without a doubt, the most complicated girlfriend you had with baggage unlike any other girl you met. You didn’t always take everything in stride. The two of you argued but always worked together through the problems.
The relationship was moving faster than your previous ones. Within a year the two of you were moved with each other and practically inseparable. It helped her fellow Avengers liked and approved of you. You had taken practically every step a relationship could take within a year excluding marriage and sex. Those were two things you weren’t going to rush.
Marriage could wait a while. You were both young and didn’t feel the need to take something that felt so final.
Sex, on the other hand, was harder to wait on. The two of you desired each other but it either never felt like the right time or she was called off for hero duty. The both of you were nervous about it. Wanda hadn’t been with someone in years and you… well, you’ve never been with anybody before. You didn’t want to disappoint.
However, today you couldn’t seem to hold back any longer. It was the most domestic setting but if made you fall even more in love with the woman in front of you.
She was moving around the kitchen cleaning and cooking. She had her hair up in a messy bun with your sweatpants rolled up around her hips and a tank top. She was humming under her breath and dancing a little bit.
“I’m making your favorite,” Wanda says without glancing at you. You grin breathing in the delicious smells of your favorite dish. You walked deeper into the kitchen and draw her back to your chest.
“What’s the occasion?” You ask, circling your arms around her waist. You lower your head into her neck and kiss her skin lightly.
“What? I can’t cook for my favorite boyfriend?” Wanda asks and you smirk.
“Favorite? I hope I don’t have any competition,” You mumble. Wanda just hums. You continue to smirk while drawing your hand back. You pinch her bum making her jump and promptly reach around to hit your shoulder. You laugh and hug her once again.
All day Wanda did nothing extraordinary. She was just herself. Totally relaxed enjoying being home with you. She didn’t have the Avengers calling on her nor the press pestering for interviews. She was light on her feet and just genuinely happy.
Since she cooked you took it upon yourself to do the dishes. She grabbed a glass of wine and hopped onto the counter beside you. When you were done you couldn’t help but to push her knees apart and step in between them.
“You look beautiful,” You whisper, rubbing her thighs slowly. She smiles lifting her glass of wine to her lips. You kept your eyes on her as she drank slowly until you just had to taste her.
Leaning forward your lips find her bare neck. She breathes in slowly, trying to calm her racing heart, and sets her wine off to the side. You kiss along her neck, your fingers digging into her legs. Her ankles hook behind you in order to keep you close.
“Y/n,” Wanda whispers, her fingers threading through your hair. You lift your head moving your lips from her neck to her lips. Her legs tighten around you and your hands slide to her hips. You squeeze her flesh holding her flush against your chest.
The kiss begins to pick up. Wanda’s hands make a mess of your hair, gripping and pulling it. You moan after a particularly rough tug. The tug prompts you to bite her lip a little rougher than you meant too but Wanda seemed to like it.
Wanda’s hands leave your hair and starts attempting to pull your shirt off. Your heart lurches anxiously but you don’t want to stop. You lean back, showing Wanda your most confident expression, helping her take your shirt off before lifting her from the counter. Her grip around you instantly tightens as you carry her to the bed.
You gently lay her down, but she sits up and reaches for your pants. Your heart lurches again but you let her unbutton your jeans and pull them down your legs. You step out of them, your eyes remaining glued on her.
Her eyes look up at you as she kisses your stomach, her nails grazing over the back of your thighs. Reaching out you tuck some hair behind her ear.
“Wanda… this is… I’m a little…” You can feel your anxiety rise as you try to explain to Wanda what was running through your mind. Being the wonderful woman she is, she understands.
“Shh, it’s alright,” Wanda whispers, standing up. Her hands run up your chest and wrap around your neck. “Do you want this?” She asks gently. You nod eagerly. “Then just do what feels right,” She whispers. “Just relax… it’ll feel good, I promise,” She reassures you, one of her hands traveling down your chest and to your cock.
You groan, resting your head against hers when her hand palms you through your underwear. Wanda smiles tilting her head to lightly kiss your lips. Just when you were falling under her spell she pulls back. Before you could chase her she’s on her knees,
“Oh, shit…” You whisper, not believing your luck.
“Something wrong, baby?” Wanda asks. Words escape you when her lips lightly press against your clothed cock. Your eyes roll back, and a deep groan leaves your mouth. Your eyes snap open and down when you feel her pulling your underwear to your feet.
“Oh… God…” You groan as her warm fingers wrap around you. She spits on the head before spreading it down. Her hand worked you better than yours ever could. She grips, twists and massages in all the right places.
As amazing as her hand felt it was nothing compared to her mouth. She took you into her mouth and you lost all sense of the world. Everything belonged to her, and you’d do anything to keep her. She was magic.
She bobbed her head, hollowed her cheeks and gripped what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. When her hands gripped her balls, you struggled to stay standing. Your hands gripped her hair and you found yourself thrusting into her. She relaxed and let you use her.
“Fuck baby,” You pant looking into her eyes. Her big innocent eyes were tearing up, but she never tried to stop nor pull away. “I’m not gonna last babe,” You grunt trying to pull out, but she grabs your legs and takes you deep. You groan releasing down her throat. She takes every drop and grabs your cock as she slowly pulls away and continues to milk it. “Damn Wanda,” You pant, moving around her to sit on the bed.
She stands up and turns around to look at you. She gives you a sexy grin and wipes her lip before straddling your hips.
“We’re just getting started, baby,” She winks at you. She pushes you to lay down before leaning back on your thighs. You watch her slowly take off her shirt. Her breasts were laying on her chest, she wasn’t wearing a bra. “What do you want?” She asks, her voice low and seductive. Her clothed cunt begins to grind down on your cock. It wasn’t hard yet but the picture of her shirtless, straddling your lap and moving the way she was helped it come back to life.
“You… Damn, Wanda, I want you… All of you,” you say, your hands twitching. You wanted to touch her skin, most specifically her breasts.
“I don’t want you to just want me,” Wanda whispers. “I want you to touch me… Please, touch me,” Wanda encourages. “Make me feel good,”
Instantly you became insecure. Where did she want you to touch her? What would make her feel good?
“Y/n,” Wanda whispers, leaning over you. Your eyes shamefully watch her boobs sway before you force yourself to look into her eyes. She’s smirking knowingly and your blush fiercely. She lowers her head and her lips brush against yours. “Don’t think,” She mutters, lowering her hips even more to rub your cock once again. “Tell me what you want right now,”
You don’t answer verbally but your eyes flicker to her chest. She smirks and leans back again. She grabs your hand and lifts them to her breasts. You let out a quick breath unable to stop watching her hands move yours.
You instinctively begin to massage them. Her hands leave yours allowing you to take over. You squeeze them before focusing on the nipples. You pinch them and when she moans you get the confidence to twist them.
“There you go…” Wanda whispers.
Deciding to take it a step further you lift your hips and switch positions. You pin her to the bed and hover over her. She gasps not expecting it which makes you grin cheekily.
Before she could say anything, you lower your head and suck one of her nipples into your mouth. Her breath hitches as you swirl your tongue around the nub before lightly biting it. While she’s focused on your mouth you experiment with your hips. She had been grinding down on you, so you figured she’d like you doing the same.
Her moans are like music to your ears. Every sound she makes is a severe confidence boost. Every moment you’re with her you desire more.
You move from one nipple to the other while humping into her. She whines pulling at your hair. She moves her hips against yours but it’s not enough.
“Y/n,” Wanda begs, panting.
“Yes, sweetheart?” You ask, cheekily. You grin up at her. She looks at your frustrated but slowly smiles as well. She grabs your face and pulls it towards her capturing you into a kiss.
“Please fuck me,” Wanda whispers.
“Not yet,” You whisper, nipping at her lip. “We’re just getting started, baby,” You wink at her. She pouts but you kiss it off of her before kissing down her neck, between her breasts, and over her stomach.
You pull your sweatpants off her hips and down her legs. You toss them to the side before taking a moment to look at her. To have your first time with someone so beautiful and kind and patient as her is unreal.
You lightly graze your fingers over her legs before kissing the inside of her thighs. You hook your fingers into her underwear and pull them off.
“Mm, you smell amazing,” You whisper. Your eyes widen when you realize what you said. Your eyes dart to hers to make sure you were turning her off. To your surprise she was blushing. “I love you,” You whisper to her.
It isn’t the first time you said it, but it felt like the right moment. She was still blushing, but she seemed to relax. Her fingers reached down and played with some of your hair.
“I love you, too,” She whispers. You kiss her thigh again softly before looking at the slice of heaven between her legs.
You had no idea what you were doing and prayed that all of her ex-boyfriends were horrible. The last thing you wanted was to be so bad she’d go back to someone for a decent lay. You knew she wasn’t that shallow, but you were nervous.
You pushed her legs even further apart before diving in. You licked up her pussy lips and the taste was amazing. Your fingers dug into her thighs as you regained confidence.
Wanda whined and panted while grinding her hips riding your face. Before you could help yourself, you stuck a finger inside of her and then another. You thrusted in and out while still lapping at her.
And then her body jerked.
You paused for just a second before repeating the action.
Her body jerked again but this time she moaned your name and begged you to keep going.
It took you a second but then you realized what you had just found. You had found it… the one thing men complained of never coming across. Some believed it was a myth. You had found the clitoris.
Your mouth focused on her clit while your fingers thrusted in and out of her. You didn’t bother edging her when she got close. You didn’t think you were skilled enough to keep her on the edge for long.
When she came her back arched, and she moaned loudly. You kept your ministrations until she was twitching again. You got the crazy idea of trying to make her come again. Before you could talk yourself out of it you were bringing her to the edge and overstimulating her to her second orgasm.
Only then did you with draw and slowly kiss up her body. She had a blissful look on her face. You’ve never seen her so relaxed and happy before. Pride filled your chest and you lightly kissed various parts of her body as she recovered.
“You sure you haven’t done this before?” She asked and you laughed.
“I guess that’s a good sign?” You whisper, lying beside her but still practically on top of her. She laughs breathlessly before rolling on top of you.
“You’ll ruin me for anyone else,” She whispers, kissing you softly.
“You keep saying shit like that and my ego will surpass Starks,” You whisper. Wanda giggles quietly.
“You’re good with your mouth,” Wanda whispers. “Let’s see what else you’re good with,” she says, summoning some lube and squirting it on your cock.
“Shit… Couldn’t you have warmed it up?” You grumble. Wanda giggles again.
“Cold?” She asks, tossing it to the side. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll warm you up,” She promises, sitting up. Your eyes widen as she grabs your cock and begins to lower herself onto it.
“Uhhggg…” You groan, gripping her hips. She pants and continues down until she’s sitting on you completely. “Holy hell why’d we wait so long?” You groan and she quickly agrees. “You’re so warm… and tight… fuck, Wanda,”
Her sitting there, warming you cock, was perfect. Her, not moving and just squeezing the life out of your dick was enough for you to come but she wasn’t letting you get off that quick.
She starts off slowly. She lifts up and down trying to find a rhythm. When she finds the perfect angle and gets comfortable, she goes to town. You watch her breasts bounce and her head roll back.
“I’m not gonna last,” You warn trying to hold it back for as long as you could. She throws you a smirk.
“Give it to me baby,”
“Fuuuck,” You groan squirting deep into her pussy. She continues to grind taking everything from you. You hand reaches forward and makes a beeline to her clit. Her breath shudders and her body shakes as another orgasm rips through her.
You groan as she collapses on your chest. The two of you pant coming down from your highs. You gently pull her hair to the side and begin to rub her back.
“We are so doing this more often,” She pants and you laugh.
“Baby, I wanna be in you so often you’ll have to beat me off with a stick,” You tease. She leans back and looks into your eyes.
“Promises, promises,” She smirks, kissing your lips.
