#and I don’t have a corrector in this phone

[peachsayshi]

speaking of editing... I'm editing a jjk piece too and I've been writing and deleting Geto's name 3 times because my grammar corrector kept rewriting it as "Ghetto"... I will rage.

I hate when that happens 🤣 And sometimes I don’t catch the autocorrect until I have written a few paragraphs and I’m like…seriously? 😭 my phone can’t tell who I’m talking about by now??

Totally random thing to add but I have your bj JJK post saved in my drafts to read after I write and I am excited 😭😭

#peach and friends 🍑🧡 #biscuit.🧡

[itsallyscorner]

This could be a request or not depending on how much time you have 😅 but for your information, yes, I am thinking Tom giving y/n hickies on her neck like the night before a bunch of interviews the next day and she's like, "Are you serious?" and he's like "I couldn't resist, I just love you so much!" and when y/n shows up the next day wearing a turtleneck after she told Zendaya that she would be wearing a dress Z immediately gets suspicious and figures it out bc I feel like she's like that 😅😂

Hehehe I haven’t written anything smutty lately and I miss it. So thank you for requesting this anon, much love to you🥰 Ugh, the thought of this gave me butterflies in my stomach😭 Happy reading!❤️

Also, little note for everyone who’s sending me requests! Yes, I see all of them! Part of the reason why I haven’t done some of them yet is because I have to think of concepts on how to execute them properly. So bear with me, love you all🥰

💌.

Love Bug

My soft boi🥺

Warnings: implied smut

(Gif from Pinterest)

The AC in your bedroom was just not doing you justice. The Californian heat was at an all time high today and has transformed you home into an Easy Bake oven. Though you were probably exaggerating, your thin crewneck sweater still clung onto your skin, making you uncomfortable. Peeling the sweater off your body, you toss it into your laundry basket. You’re left in a tank top and some lounging shorts as you sprawl yourself out on your bed. The coolness of the comforter bringing your body some relief from the heat.

Sinking into the sheets, the hustle and bustle of the day finally hits you. You’ve had a long day of press with your cast mates, promoting the movie you were all in, Spider-Man: Far From Home. You loved your job, but the press tours could just be so tiring. You were forced to wake up early in the morning and sit in a room for how many hours of the day to only be asked the same questions (most of the time). Though press tours did have its pros, meeting fans around the world and traveling to new countries was something you always looked forward to.

Marvel being Marvel, they always had to make it big. For the last few weeks you have all been traveling around the world, tired but nonetheless having an amazing time. Thankfully, this was the last stop of the press tour, California. You were back in your own bed and your boyfriend was staying with you for the time being.

You were on your phone, going through Instagram and looking at various photos that were taken today during today’s press engagements. You’ve even made your own contribution and posted your own batch of selfies and funny videos.

The door to the connected bathroom in your room opens and reveals your boyfriend. Your eyes break their focus on your phone and shift to the man in front of you. You smile and turn your phone off giving him all your attention. A smile forms on his own lips as he crawls up the bed to join you.

“Missed you all day.” He whispers against your skin, placing his head on your chest. His arms are wrapped around your figure, one leg hooked over yours. You move the hood of his sweatshirt from over his head and began to run your hands through his hair.

“Mmm, I missed you too.” He cuddles closer to your chest, arms tightening around you. His eyes momentarily shut, basking in your soothing motions.

“How was your day with Jake?” You ask him. As much as Tom wanted to do press with you, he was stuck doing them with Jake, while you did your interviews with Z and Jacob. Tom enjoyed having his interviews with Jake, but he missed being near you, even if you were just a room away.

Tom shifts so his lips are near the skin of your exposed neck. He hums against you before his lips come into contact with the soft surface. He had been tempted to mark you up all day. You wore a beautiful spring dress with a low neckline that displayed the skin of your neck. All he wanted to do was scatter red and purple love bites all over you, letting the world know you were his.

You gasp as he nips on the space between your neck and shoulder. “Interviews were good, but I just couldn’t get you out my head.” He slots himself between your legs and presses you down into the mattress.

“Teasing me with the pretty little dress of yours. Just wanted to kiss you and mark you up.” He says huskily against your neck. His breath sent shivers down your spine as goosebumps formed on your skin. His mouth sucks harder on the spot, teeth nipping gently, while his tongue soothed the bruising spot. He moved up so one of his hands are holding him up beside your head while his other strokes your side.

“Baby, we have an early morning tomorrow.” You didn’t want him to stop, but it was currently 2am and you were both expected to be awake by 6am.

His lips have made their way to the other side of you neck, pressing light kisses that turned to open mouthed ones. You giggle gently pulling him away from your neck so you can look him in the eyes.

“Babyyy.” He whines trying to shove his head back into the spot. A pout is on his lips, which were now a darker shade of pink from how much he was sucking on your skin.

“Tom, we need to be up at six.” You reminded him. Tom leans closer a boyish grin now on his expression. You couldn’t help but kiss him back when his lips captured yours. You feel him smirk against you as he pulls away.

The hand on your side moves to cradle the side of your face, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. “We’ll be quick, I just wanna feel you. Please?”

You stare at him for a moment as his hand drifts down your body and by your shorts. Excitement swirls in your belly as his fingers get closer to your growing heat. He kisses your cheek as his hand slips past the band of your shorts to cup your mound. The wetness brings a smirk to his face as his dark eyes gaze into yours.

“Baby, look how wet you are.” He praises you as he moves your panties aside and dips his fingers into your wetness. You sigh, eyes slightly rolling back as his fingers spread your wetness on your folds.

“Fine, but—“ You bring your finger to point again him, “No marks on my neck, I’m wearing a dress tomorrow with a low cut again.”

Tom nods connecting your lips again, “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” He assures you before diving his head back into your neck.

~next morning~

You enter the bathroom, tying your hair up to keep it away from your face. You turn the shower on and wait for the water to warm up. While you wait you take a look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes widen when you get a glimpse of you neck. You gasp out loud as you see the sides of your neck with red bruises with hints of purple on them. You had them on both sides of your neck and a small one almost on the center of your throat.

“TOM!” You yell, your voice echoing in the bathroom. There was some rustling behind the door before it was yanked open. Tom entered in nothing but his boxers looking disheveled, hair pointing in all types of direction and his eyes barely open.

“What happened?” His voice was raspy, something that usually made you swoon but right now you couldn’t even focus on it.

You turn to him, aggressively pointing to your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful!” You mock him, repeating what he said to you last night before he railed you into the mattress.

Tom’s eyes widen as well before he cringed. To be fair, you did warn him. He just didn’t know how to hold back when it came to you. He cautiously approaches you a sheepish grin on his face.

“I know it looks bad..” he begins. You shoot him a look, “Are you serious right now? Tom it looks like an octopus strangled me!”

Tom moves back to look at you, “Well you weren’t complaining last night.” You shoot him another look and he nods knowing you were annoyed with him at the moment. He stands behind you looking at the mirror you were both in front of. His arms wrap around your torso as he tries to soften you up.

“I’m sorry, I just love you so much and I couldn’t resist it. I love making love to you and I just get so lost in it and I know you warned me too, I’m sorry.” He apologizes hugging you from behind. You could tell he actually felt bad by the genuine look in his eyes. You sigh leaning back into him and resting your hands above his, interlocking your fingers.

“I forgive you, it happens.” You mumble, head trying to come up with ways to cover up your neck. “How do I even cover this up?”

Tom looks at your neck through the mirror, “Makeup will work right? Just put on some concealer or that color corrector thing you use.”

You nod at his suggestion. “That’ll work for a few hours, but makeup wears off. What if I accidentally wipe it off?”

Tom pursed his lips together in thought, “You could ask Laura to bring you something with a turtleneck.”

“It’ll barely move and your neck will be covered the entire time.” He suggests.

“Yeah, it’ll probably work. I just hope she hasn’t left yet, I should text her.” You move from Tom’s hold and turn the shower off. Before you leave the bathroom, Tom pulls you into a hug again. His face nuzzles against your hair, “I’m sorry, again.”

You smile and stroke his back, “I told you I forgive you, it’s ok love.” You pull away and peck his lips. Tom smiles and leans down to kiss your shoulder. Something he always did when you guys were having a moment. Instantly, you jump back and push him off, “Get your fucking lips away from my neck. I don’t need anymore hickies right now.”

~later~

Your stylist, Laura, ended up bringing you a stunning white dress that stopped above your knees. It was short sleeved, hugged your curves perfectly, and had a turtleneck that covered your neck. She gave you a pair of leather knee high boots which pulled the look together. Your hair was curled, pulled back into a half up and down style while short strands of hair framed your face. Compared to the panic you felt when your first saw the hickies, you were relieved when you saw yourself in the mirror again an hour later. You felt like a modern Go Go Girl as you admired your outfit.

You arrived at the hotel where all the interviews were being held. You make your rounds of greeting everyone, saving Z and Jacob last since you’ll be with them the whole day. You enter the room and see the two of them already sitting in front of the cameras. Jacob spots you first, “Aye! Good morning!”

You smile and walk up to them, giving them both hugs. When you pull away from Z she gives you a look. Her eyes scan you from head to toe, squinting at your dress.

“Weren’t you just complaining that yesterday was too hot? Why are you in a turtleneck?” She interrogates you. You smile nervously at her while you settle in the seat on the other side of Jacob.

“Um, you know, it’s a bit chilly today.” You lie. Jacob eyes you as well catching on Z’s point.

“(Y/n), it’s 95 degrees outside.” He tells you eyes panning around the room. Zendaya smirks leaning forward to get a better look at you, “I think someone was busy last night.”

“No, I wasn’t. I had a very nice sleep, thank you very much.” You sweetly smile at her crossing your arms.

Jacob snickers beside you, “I bet you did.”

“I guess Thomas couldn’t keep his hands off you last night.” She teased, exposing you.

“Or his mouth.” Jacob quickly adds smirking. Your cheeks get flustered squeezing your eyes shut. Jacob and Z burst out laughing at Jacob’s comment.

“I don’t even have a come back, blame Tom.” You throw your hands up in the air giving up. Z calms down and leans over Jacob to rest a hand on your knee.

“Hey, it’s ok, man. If I were Tom, I wouldn’t keep my hands off you either.” She tells you jokingly, helping you get over the embarrassment of wearing a turtleneck. You catch on and wink at her, “Aye, say less.” Your hand resting on top of hers.

Jacob puts his hands up looking shocked, “What did I just walk into? I—I gotta go.” He pretends to shove your hands away and gets up from his seat.

“I’m telling Tom about the sexual tension I felt in this room.” He yells over his shoulder as he walks out the room. You and Z look at each other amused, “Is he actually?”

Z shrugged, “Honestly, he’s probably getting some water. He was thirsty.”

The two of you catch up with each other. Talking about the press tour and what you were both planning on wearing for the premiere. You were in the middle of describing your dress when Tom bursts into the room with Jacob trailing behind him.

“STAY AWAY FROM MY WOMAN.”

#marvel #mcu #avengers #Tom Holland #Tom Holland x reader #Tom Holland smut #tom holland drabble #tom holland one shot #tom holland headcanon #ally’s requests

[chrisevansmaid]

Virginal

Summary: You go to a beach town in search of losing your virginity. The server at dinner is extra cute but it's also young Chris evans.

*this pic is from chris’s twitter*

MUST BE 18+!!!!

I see everyone saying this, so 18+ pleaseeeee. Begoneeeee youngins

Pairing: Chris Evans x female!reader, Young!Chris Evans x minor!reader, (Name inserted but you can switch it to yours)

Word Count: 3393

Perspective: Reader

Warnings: SMUTTT, p in v, mentions of smoking weed / dab pen, oral sex (female receiving), FLUFF AND ANGST, high sex, lowkey rough sex, dirty talk, degrading dirty talk, EXPLICIT sexual content, age gap, minor having sex with non-minor (17F with 20M), 

Authors note: 

FIRST FIC YAY!!!!!! Don't be mean pls <3.

I’m really bad at tenses so if it keeps switching from present to past tense sorry. The only grammar corrector I’m using is grammarly so if something doesn’t make sense oopsie, I’m too lazy from spending a while on this fic to go anal and analyze every sentence for errors. 

Okay so… I’m a pisces which basically means I can never stop daydreaming. Also the backstory is lowkey gonna be my backstory lol. This is how I wished I lost my virginity plus make it Chris evans.

*THIS IS NOT BASED OFF OF CHRIS ITS FULLY FROM MY IMAGINATION* 

Idk I'm bored and it's summer so I have nothing to do. YES THIS IS ABOUT A MINOR BUT IN MY STATE THE AGE OF CONSENT IS 16 SO CHILL.

18+ PLEASE STOP READING NOW IF YOU ARE A MINOR

So I’m a virgin. Not because I am a prude or anything, but it never worked. I like to self diagnose so my conclusion is I have vaginismus. That is basically rolled into my cervix/vagina clenches up whenever I try to have sex so no dick fits in and if anything does fit it's incredibly painful. It's not a matter of being turned on cus I could have Niagara Falls in my panties and it still wouldn’t work, trust me. Even being fingered was awful and I’ve been fingered like 10 times and none of them were enjoyable. My sister says I’m just really tight. Idk. I can finger myself and it's good-ish, I mean how far up can you reach with your own hand? 

But I’ve had enough of being a virgin and I just want someone to blow my back out. Preferably some sexy older guy. And because I’m sick and tired of having an untapped pussy I’ve devised a plan. I am going to the beach in a week or so and I am going to find the guy who I had my first kiss with and have him fuck me. Or some other hot guy I meet. But to make sure my inhibitions are lowered and my vagina doesn’t clench from nerves I am gonna get a little high before. 

1 week later.

My mom, stepdad, and I arrive at the beach and it is so pretty. I love this beach. It brings back so many good memories. I am rooming with my childhood friend, Sarah, and she knows I want to get fucked. We’ve snuck out before and we are so excited for this week. I take a picture of the beach and put it on my Snapchat story with my location tagged. This will let my first kiss know I’m near him so he can hit me up to fuck me. 

The day goes by kinda slow because all I could think of was walking up and down the boardwalk trolling for hot men. Finally, night comes and all the families that are at the beach go to dinner. I was kinda bored but then our server came. He was something else.

“Hi my name’s Chris and I’ll be your server tonight.” Ugh. Even his voice made my whole body warm up. His greenish blue eyes stared into my soul as he took my order. His dirty blonde hair was perfectly quaffed and the way his black shirt hugged his biceps was absolutely sinful. Okay yes, he was probably in his early twenties but who said I was ageist. If anything an older man would know how to fuck a woman better than any stupid high school senior that I would meet. 

I got up to go to the bathroom and saw Chris on my way. We locked eyes and didn't break contact until I went into the bathroom. As I stepped out of the bathroom I saw him again. It looked like he was waiting for me. His body was leaned up against the wall across from the bathroom I had just exited. He stopped me and said “Call me.” and handed me a piece of paper. Before I had a chance to say anything he turned and I was watching his perfect ass walk away. 

I went back to the table as if nothing happened. I don’t think anyone noticed my uncontrollable smile. Throughout the dinner, I could not tear my eyes away from our sexy server. I think Sarah noticed but I was gonna tell her about it when my parents weren’t right there. We finished dinner and all went back to the beach house. When we got back I told Sarah and she was so shook. We were racking our brains on what I should text Chris. I didn’t want to come off too strong but also I wanted this man to fuck me. So we settled on:

“Hey”

Yes. I know it's lame but he’s older defffffinitely older and I can’t act too young. Ugh, I am so scared of his response it's absolutely killing me. Sarah, two other girls that came to the beach, and I decide to go out for ice cream. At least ice cream would take my mind off waiting for a response. As we wait in line I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. I pull it out and it’s Chris. 

“I thought I told you to call me” His response is very bold but for some reason, it only intrigues you more. Immensely more. I show Sarah and she smiles. 

“Guess who’s getting her wish tonight.”

“Oh my god,” I respond. “What do I say?” I am literally so scared that he will think I’m too young or too much of a child. 

“Um, don’t say anything. Call him.” Sarah says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. 

Do I actually call him? I’m literally getting the worst knots in my stomach and now I have to shit and I’m literally so nervous over a phone call. I am not a spontaneous person. AT ALL. 

“Okay, I’m gonna call him.” I say to Sarah after literally pondering this for 5 minutes.

Oh god. This is so scary. I tell Sarah to get me a vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles and I step out of the line. I go to the walkway near the ice cream shop away from the crowd so I can hear better. I dial his number and put the phone to my ear.

It rings like 3 times and he picks up.

“Hey.” He says and his voice is even sexier than I remember. 

“Hey.” I literally didn’t know what to say and I am pacing up and down the sidewalk.

“So you must be the hot girl I gave my number to.”

“And you must be the sexy server.” Some wave of confidence came over me and that was the best response I could come up with.

“So what’s your name?”

“Olivia and if I remember correctly, your name is...” I paused to let him fill in the blank

“Chris.” 

“Chris, that's right.” I wanted to come off like I didn’t hang onto every word he said and so I played it off like his name wasn’t already filling my fantasies.

“So Liv, when am I gonna see you again?” He asks and this caught me a little off guard that he would jump straight to the point but I guess why prolong the inevitable.

“I don’t know, when are you free?”

“Can I pick you up tonight around 12?” Ugh yes. My plan was filling out nicely.

“Sounds great.” I mean what else am I supposed to say? 

“Send me where you’ll be and I’ll pick you up then.” His assertive tone was a panty fucking dropper. 

“Okay. See you then Chris.” I’ve picked up from my previous male experiences that if you say a guy's name he’ll be more inclined to fuck you. I mean I totally pulled that out of my ass but I wanted to sound like a confident vixen, not some 17 year old virgin. 

“Bye Liv.” The way he made up a nickname for me had me reddening in my cheeks and warming in my core. I say bye and hang up. As soon as the call ends I’m running back to Sarah and telling her every little detail. Okay, I really needed to get back home and shit. 

Sarah, the other girls, and I go back to the house and hang out for like an hour, and then it’s 11 and all the parents are asleep. I need to start preparing. So I take a phat shit and then shower even though I showered before dinner but I need to wash off my nervous sweats. I shave everywhere and when I get out I lotion my entire body, put on my sexy lingerie, and douse myself with perfume. I do my makeup but it’s simple and of course waterproof. I text Chris the address of the beach house but tell him to pick me up a couple houses down. I tell Sarah she needs to sneak out with me so if we get caught I can pretend me and her were just hanging outside the house. Sarah and I sneak out the back and bring her cart. I take a couple hits to calm myself down because god forbid I tense up before he can get his dick in. It's like 11:55. God my stomach is in knots. 

It’s 12. ‘Oh god’ I think to myself. I see a white range rover pull up at the end of the block. I say bye to Sarah and walk to the car. I see his face. Oh, fuck still sexy. I open his car door and jump into the passenger seat. 

“Hey.” I say

“Hey, Liv.” He says back. Him saying that little nickname he gave me is so much hotter in person. So so so much hotter. I think he knows what it does to me because his lips curl into a smirk. “Let’s go for a drive.” Chris says.

“Okay, I’m down.” I say back and kinda rethinking saying ‘I’m down’ because he is definitely rethinking how old I am.

We start driving around and talking and thank god the radio is on to fill any silence there could be. It’s on the country station and him liking country music is literally another added bonus. Then When it Rains it Pours comes on and I say “Omg I love this song.”

“Really?” He says back. “I’ve never met a girl as pretty as you that actually likes country music.” 

“Are you kidding? I love country music.” I say back not noting he just called me pretty. We mindlessly chat for like 20 minutes and Chris pulls the car into an empty parking lot that overlooks the whole beach town. 

“This is so pretty.” I say in awe of the gorgeous view. I can see from the corner of my eye that Chris is just looking at me.

“Not as good as my view.” He says back in a soft tone that has me melting to the floor of the car. I look back at him and we sit in silence just staring into each other's eyes. I glance at his lips and they look so kissable. They are the perfect amount of plump without being too big. When I look back to his eyes he is still staring at me. His lips almost form a smile and he grabs and cheek and kisses me. It’s even better than each and every one of my fantasies. I grab the back of his neck and kiss him even harder back. Before I know it the kiss gets more rushed and Chris is running his hands along the curve of my back. Our lips are crashing into each others with fervor like no other. He pulls me into his lap and he ruts his hips upward. He takes his left hand and moves the seat back and starts kissing down my neck. His lips leave little bite marks and he reaches my bosoms. He pulls my tank top down and pulls my breasts out of my bra and sucks on my right nipple as he pinches the left. Soft mewls leave my lips and he stops to look at me and the rush of cold air sends goosebumps across my skin. He leans up and kisses my neck and leaves marks all the way to my ear lobe and whispers “Before I fuck you until you can’t remember your name, How old are you?” 

Forming words is harder than I imagined so between pants I say back “17.” 

“Perfect” he whispers back while still biting my neck. “Come here” he says as he opens the door. I hop off him and outside the car and see the tent forming in his pants. He picks me up and wraps my legs around him and pins me against the car door. He bites my lip and I can’t imagine anything better than this moment. While still mounted on his he opens the door to the backseat and lays me down. He gets on top of me and shuts the door behind him. He ruts against my core and his jeans rub against the soft fabric of my athletic shorts. Although my mind is completely fixed on his engorged cock a thought forms in my mind. What if he thinks I’ve done this before? What If I’m so bad he doesn’t even speak to me again? These thoughts completely cloud my mind and Chris notices.

“What's wrong?” he says as he pulls away. I glance at his bitten lips and pant trying to form words. 

“Nothing just, I... I’m a virgin.” I blurt out. I am so scared I ruined the moment but his expression only intensifies. 

“Oh well we just can’t have that now can we?” He says back and his lust blown pupils grow darker and he kisses me with such intensity my thoughts completely leave my mind. I could get drunk off the taste of him. Chris breaks the kiss and rips off his shirt showing his perfectly chiseled abs. I felt them through the cotton but seeing them right in front of my eyes makes my mouth open. My lips peak into a smile and he picks me up and places my back closer to the car door. He rips off my shorts and starts kissing down my neck to my navel and I run my fingers through his hair. My chest rises and falls quicker as his lips reach my red lace covered mound. His teeth grab the waistband and he pulls off my panties. 

He inhales and says “So sweet.” His husky voice vibrating against my core. His kisses dance around my thighs. As more sounds leave my mouth Chris bites my skin. His hands hold my legs open as he licks down my folds. His tongue flickers across my clit leaving me trembling. I had never felt this way from anyone ever. My fingers run through his short dirty blonde hair and my nails dig into his scalp leaving crescent shaped indents. He slips his middle finger through my folds as he sucks on my clit. His fingers curl up hitting a spot I never knew existed. A feeling in my stomach starts intensifying and spreading through my entire body and I tremble in euphoria. Chris finger fucks me through my first ever orgasm. I shut my eyes tightly and when I open them Chris is staring right at me. I grab the hair on the nape of his neck and pull him back up to kiss me. I can taste myself still on his tongue as the material of his jeans rubs against my sensitive bud. His fingers pinch my nipples as he slips his tongue between my lips. I reach down and feel his throbbing cock through his pants. As I rub with the palm of my hand, throaty moans leave his mouth. Nothing was stronger than my desire to be fucked raw by this sex god. I pulled away from the kiss and say as I stare deep into his eyes “Fuck me Chris.” My words are efficacious to him. 

He licked his lips like an animal locked onto his prey. “Don’t have to ask me twice.” He pulls down his jeans and takes his cock out of his boxers. I have seen a dick before but never that big. My mouth almost dropped to the floor. He pulled a condom out of the back of the seat and wrapped it around his cock. He pumped his dick a few times before running the head along my sodden folds. “You ready?” I had never been more ready for anything in my entire life. Unable to form words I nodded my head. Chris pushes his cock into me slowly. I gasped at the feeling. I wasn’t as tight as I usually was but it still stung. Each inch stung a little more until he bottomed out into me. He stilled. His breath was hot on my ear as our breathing synced. I gasped again as he pulled his hips back. I reached down and pulled him back into me. 

“Don’t hold back.” I said. I wanted this to be as enjoyable for him as it was for me. Chris pulled out and thrust back into me again. The groans that left this throat made my pussy clench around him. He picks up his pace and pain turns into pleasure. My legs wrap around his thighs and I’m pulling him into me. 

“You dirty little slut. So needy.” He whispered into my ear. The sound that escaped my lips drew him deeper in like a moth to a flame. Chris drives his cock into me faster so that all you can hear is breathy moans and the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin. Chris moves his hand to my throat and squeezes. I try to moan but they catch in my throat and I look back at Chris. His mouth is agape and he is staring deep into my eyes. He thrusts so deep my eyes roll back and I have to shut them. He grabs my chin and pulls my face to meet his. “Look at me. Don’t look away. I want to see your face as I make you cum on my dick.” His cock is hitting places he didn’t even reach when fingering me. Another orgasm rips through me and my body trembles harder this time. Chris fucks me through my orgasm and just as I regained my mental awareness I could feel another one coming on. Chris squeezes harder on my neck as he sucks on my hardened nipples. He bites my skin and takes his hand from my neck and reaches between our sweaty writhing bodies and pinches my clit. A guttural moan leaves my throat as another excruciatingly intense orgasm takes over my entire body. I can tell Chris isn’t far behind because his thrusts become sporadic and he puts all his body weight into his last thrust and stills. The noises he makes me wish he was still fucking me. He leans down to meet my lips once again but this time it is slower and more gingerly. He pulls his dick out and lays down on top of me. 

We catch our breaths and I say. “Wow, that was.. fuck.”

Chris softly laughs and says “Who knew a 17 year old could have me in the palm of their hand.” 

“Who knew a however-old-you-are would take my virginity.” I say with a smile on my face.

“I’m 20, I probably should have told you earlier.” He says looking a little guilty.

“Don’t worry it would have only turned me on more.” I laugh back and our lips join in a soft kiss. 

Chris and I look at the dashboard and see it's 1:30 am. “Shit I should probably get home before my friend worries too much.” I say looking back at Chris and he nods. We sit up and reach down for our clothes. I reach for my underwear and Chris snatches it from my hands.

“These are mine now.” Chris smirks.

“Fine.” I put on my shorts and pull my top back on. Sadly Chris covers his humongous biceps with his shirt. I lean in and meet Chris with a kiss. We get back into our respective seats and Chris looks at me with a dumb smile.

“Why are you staring at me?” I say with a giggle.

“Oh, nothing.” Chris says and his smile only looks more like a 6 year old who just stole a cookie before dinner. I mean technically he did just steal something but that's beside the point. Chris puts the car back into drive and turns around to back up. 

As he drives me home there's more small talk but then he asks “How long will you be in town?” 

“A week,” I say. Chris’s dumb smile returns. “Okay, what's that smile for?” 

Chris looks at me and says “I’m just excited to fuck you every night this week.” 

#chris evans #cevans #firstfanfic #yay #excited #chris evans fanfc #chris evans x reader #young chris evans #chris evans x female reader #chris evans smut #chris evans fluff #chris evans imagine #smut #fluff #beach #stranger smut

[absolute-flaming-trash-archive]

Wrote this drabble at 2am because the angst goblin said so.

Thank you @forcefulkitten for this brainchild.

Pairing: Illumi x Fem!Reader

SFW, ANGST

Word Count: 1′953

Warnings: Domestic abuse, Implied abuse, Emotional abuse, Cheating if you squint. Not edited.

You looked awful.

Every time Hisoka brought you with him you seemed to look a little bit worse every visit, and every time it would strike a deeper cord inside of him.

Internally he would be cursing Hisoka for what he’s doing to you - snuffing out your light a little bit more each day.

He didn’t know if it made it better or worse that you would still greet him with the same smile. The same kind greeting that you always did.

“Hey Illumi, you been doing okay?”

He wished he could tell you that every time you asked, his chest ached a little bit more.

“I’m adequate.” He’d say, keeping his stony mask in place to contain the anger he felt at the poorly covered bruises on your neck. No amount of colour corrector or concealer would be able to properly hide the dark purple handprints that wrapped around your throat like a morbid necklace.

“I have a job to do, do keep an eye on her for me will you~♢”

Illumi’s eye twitched slightly at Hisoka’s words as he looked over at the smug Magician. “It appears that I would not have a choice regardless of my answer.” 

Hisoka’s syrupy chuckle would be his only response before he turned his body to face you, leaning forward so his face was level with yours.

“Do be good for me darling, we’d hate for things to wrong wouldn’t we?~♤”

“Yes, Hiso.” 

Illumi hated how empty your reply was as he watched the grin split across Hisoka’s face before he tapped your cheek lightly with his clawed hand before straightening back up and turning on his heel; tossing a hand over his shoulder.

“I won’t be long~♧”

The two of you watched him walk away in silence, his extravagant form growing smaller and smaller before disappearing into the treeline of the estate.

The silence lingered for a bit longer than Illumi was used to.

“How bad this time?”

Your continued silence only served to worry him further.

“Y/N-”

“I saw a rare bird the other day.” Your soft voice cut him off, body still facing the treeline, but your face tilted up towards the sky. “I don’t remember what it was called, but I remember reading about it when Hiso still let me attend school. I tried to take a picture for you, since I wasn’t sure if you’d ever seen it before, but by the time I got my phone out, it had flown away.” - you inclined your head lightly in his direction- “I’m sorry.”

Illumi could only stare at you with hollow eyes, the emptiness of your own echoing back at him before his gaze returned to the ridge. “It’s quite alright. I’m sure I’ve seen it before anyways.”

You hummed quietly at his words, the two of you continuing to stare at the treeline for a few more moments.

“Would you like to sit?” Illumi asked, offering his arm to you instinctively. You accepted it graciously.

“Please, if it’s not too much trouble.”

Nothing is too much trouble for you.

“I would not have offered if it were.”

His heart nearly skipped a beat when he heard you giggle at his words.

“You always have a way with words, Illu.”

The weight in his chest lifted just the slightest bit as he guided you to a bench in the gardens. He noted the way you wince when you sat.

“How much pain are you in?”

“The usual” You replied, the smile on your face is a poor one to mask the pain you’re feeling.

Illumi nodded before taking a seat beside you, his elbow brushing against your ribs accidentally causing you to suck in a sharp gasp of pain.

He wanted to shake you.

“You said only the usual.” He frowned, his hands coming up and placing gingerly over your sides.

“It is.” You lied, unable to contain the strangled gasp when Illumi presses down experimentally. “Illu please, I-”

“I’m summoning the doctor.” Illumi stood abruptly, pulling out his phone and hitting a series of numbers; placing the device to his ear. Your hands reach out to grasp his free one, your eyes becoming misty as they fill with new tears.

“Please Illumi, he can’t find out again.” You plead, hoping that the desperation of your voice strikes whatever empathy still remains in Illumi’s soul.

You’re proven successful when the assassin lowers the phone away from his ear.

“Only if you let me look.”

It’s a compromise you’re willing to make, your deal being sealed by the audible sound of Illumi’s phone snapping shut. You comply with his gesture to lift your shirt, wincing considerably while you left your arms to expose your ribs.

The sound of Illumi’s phone crunching in his hand is your only indication of how the assassin truly feels.

Inside he’s bristling with rage.

The entire span of your ribcage is littered in purple and green bruises, darkening especially as they creep towards your bra line.

“It’s not as bad as it seems,” you insist, doing what you can to control the way your voice strains from the awkward and uncomfortable position to keep your shirt raised. “I bruise easily.”

“I’m aware.” His tone comes out flat and cold, the remains of his cellphone crumbling further in his fingers as his mind runs rampant with the scenarios that could have led to this.

You lower your shirt silently, staring down at your hands in your lap. Illumi resumes his seat beside you, much more mindful of the placement of his arms; bringing out his pins and rolling them between his fingers.

A new habit of his whenever you come by.

"When?"

There's no point in keeping it secret at this point. "Two days ago, I think."

"You think?"

"I blacked out."

It's all Illumi can do to not snap his pins in half.

"I see."

"It's my fault really though." You sigh, wrapping your arms around your torso, leaning heavily against the backrest on the bench. "I keep doing things he doesn't like."

What could you possibly be doing that would warrant that kind of treatment?

"Go on."

"I made a friend."

Illumi can't help the bit of jealousy that forms in his stomach at your simple words and the small smile that ghosts your lips when you say them.

He focused harder on his needles.

“Is that so?”

You hummed in affirmation, the smile on your lips spreading further to show your teeth. It’s rare to see you smile like this anymore. “I’m just hoping he considers me a friend as well.”

Illumi paused at your words, owl-like eyes shifting up to your face, meeting yours. They seem less empty this time.

It takes a moment before your words click in his mind.

Oh. You meant him.

“Assassins don’t need friends.” Is his automatic reply. It’s robotic, drilled into him since the cradle. His dull, cold reply is still met with your warm smile.

“Everyone needs friends.”

“I do not.”

“You may think that, but it’s always nice to have at least one.” You murmur, knowing that debating with Illumi will only end up running in circles. “You do not need to consider me a friend, however I feel like you should know I consider you one.”

“I was under the impression that for two people to be considered friends the feelings needed to be mutual.”

The feeling in his chest flutters slightly when all you give him is a small, knowing smile.

The comfortable silence between the two of you is interrupted by the shrill buzzing of your phone.against the wood of the bench. You whisper your apologies to Illumi as you check the caller ID.

“It’s Hisoka. Forgive me, I have to answer.”

Illumi’s eye twitches as he stands, moving away to give you some privacy. “Your apology is unnecessary.”

Your breath hitches in anticipation before you flip open your phone, bringing it up to your ear. "Hey Hiso."

Illumi doesn't need to strain his ears to listen in on your conversation - years of training already allowing him to have a much more acute sense of hearing compared to the average person.

It made it easy to eavesdrop as he began throwing his pins at one of the many decorative walls.

"Yeah Illu is still here."

"No, he broke it."

You were silent for a long while before the tentative look on your face began to shift. "Okay. How long?"

The pause didn't last long before you gave your reply, slowly lowering the phone and hitting the "end call" button. Illumi took that as his cue to return, pocketing his remaining pins.

The expression on your face is one Illumi has never seen before when you quietly click your phone shut. It’s full of trepidation, yet your eyes remain empty - like you’re looking through what’s in front of you rather than at it.

“Hiso is going to be back sooner than expected.” You inform him, fiddling with the phone in your hands. “Probably in the next hour or so.”

The heaviness in Illumi’s chest returns with a vengeance.

“I think I messed up again too.”

Illumi couldn’t stop himself from his head tilting in curiosity. "But you have been here the entirety of his mission and I have no misbehaviour to report."

A light, empty chuckle is all you can manage as you look back down at your lap, desperate to stop the tears from forming back in your eyes. "He said to 'give dear Illu my regards'."

The emotion that gripped his throat was one he was terribly unfamiliar with, and the overwhelming need to protect flooded his system. It was an odd, foreign feeling.

He didn't know what to make of it, which bothered him all the more.

"Do you believe you'll be punished?"

His blunt words made you cringe slightly while you sat quietly, mulling over your thoughts.

"I might be." You admitted.

You will be.

"I have an odd request, and I will not be offended if you refuse it."

His curiosity was certainly piqued at your words.

Anything.

"Go on."

You grit your teeth as you stood, wobbling slightly as you moved towards where Illumi stood. He looked down at the nervous expression on your face, your voice barely a whisper as you spoke.

"May I hug you?"

That was certainly not what he was expecting.

"Pardon?"

"Can I give you a hug?" You hated the way your voice cracked at the end. "I truly don't know if I'll see you again after this."

The possible implications of your words made the foreign feeling in his throat grip him tighter, making his posture go rigid.

"You will."

You let out your nervous laugh again, your shoulders beginning to shake as your resolve began to dwindle. "Please, Illu?"

The assassin stood awkwardly for a moment, mentally weighing the pros and cons before eventually nodding.

He wasn't sure what to expect when he felt your arms wrap around his midsection. Your arms weren't tight like he expected them to be, rather your hands clung to him with a level of desperation the two of you seemed unwilling to acknowledge.

He slowly brought his arms up to wrap around your back, his chin resting on top of your head.

It was oddly comfortable.

"Thank you, Illu." Your words muffled by the fabric of Illumi's top. "For listening to me."

He couldn't help the way his arms tightened around you, silently making a decision as he stood there with you in his arms.

Assassins might not need friends, but you did.

So he will be one for you, despite the yearning in his chest.

For it was the least he could do.

Tag List: @prettycutebunny, @my-child-gaara, @yep-seeyalaterbranflakes, @shorkbrian, @trash-writings, @mynameseri, @biby-24k, @ao-writes-filth

#riri writes #Illumi x Reader #Illumi #Illumi Zoldyck #Illumi Zoldyck x Reader #tw: abuse #tw: emotional abuse #tw: domestic abuse #tw: cheating #Illumi HxH #Hunter x Hunter #HxH #I'm not sorry #Brain said make it worse #and I said 'sure thing bud' #This might be a little ooc but I do not care rn #Here's a snack until I put out the main content I'm trying to write

[volleychumps]

I frfr forgot if I requested earlier but Getting matching tattoos with Kenma maybe reader getting a controller and Kenma getting a mic. Cuz both are famous ig like he’s a famous YouTuber and she’s a singer but there relationship is private but they are seen in public as friends so like ppl peep both tattoos and start speculating. And they accidentally get exposed when she comes on his stream not knowing he’s live

I love this concept?? So much?? And it’s my first Kenma single work???

The Secret (Kenma Kozume x Reader)

The one in which you’re a famous singer dating the pro-gamer on the down low and accidentally expose it to the public

Warning(s): like a TINGE of nsfw themes like super light 

----------------------------------

“All done?” 

“It’s rare to see that you are.” 

You smile at the sight of your boyfriend leaning against the doorway of your in-home studio, humming contentedly as you slip your headphones off. As you turn off the recorder and fiddle with the buttons, Kenma approaches you tiredly, running a hand through his hair let loose out of it’s small bun. The red hoodie he was wearing was loose around his frame, the bags under his eyes signalling that the stream he had just finished up had been a long one as he unscrews the lid to a water bottle. 

“I heard you from the other room. Real pretty voice.” 

“Sure you weren’t scared your viewers would hear?” You tease, accepting the water as Kenma scoffs, rolling his eyes before you feel him approach you from the back. 

“Can we not just bask in this rare moment of freedom we both have? Please?” 

“You love gaming.” You protest, feeling Kenma push your hair to one side of your head to expose your neck.

“And you love singing, but it doesn’t make it any less tiring after hours on end.” 

You turn off your ring light as Kenma’s arms droop lazily around your waist, the gamer digging his face into your neck tiredly while breathing against your skin. Your fingers find one of his hands resting around your middle, stroking the ink on the skin of the side of his thumb with butterflies in your stomach at the sight of the simplistic microphone inked on his skin. 

“I still can’t believe we went through with it.” You whisper, feeling his lips curl a little against your skin. 

“How’s yours healing up?” Kenma murmurs into your neck, lifting his head slightly to catch your own hand and examine the tattoo of the controller on yours. You wince a little bit when he rubs his thumb over it distractedly, the skin still risen a little bit from how fresh it is. 

“Stinging. Yours?” 

“The pain is worth it.” 

“Shut up.” You laugh, turning to face him as Kenma clicks his tongue, murmuring something about how that wasn’t what he meant before you place a kiss on his temple sweetly. 

“Dinner? We can order in.” 

“Right. Like we can actually go out.” Kenma rolls his eyes as you nudge him slightly, feeling a twinge in your chest. The idea to keep it a secret had been your initial thought, but Kenma still agreed that the two of you needed to play your cards right for the sake of your careers. 

“You know it would be a hassle if our viewers knew. And since when do you ever want to go out?” 

“Have you not been on your phone? They’re already kind of on to us after someone digitally enhanced our recent photos to see our tattoos.” Kenma ignores your little jab at his indoor tendencies as he arches a brow. 

“What?” You blink, a surge of panic rushing through your chest as you go to grab your phone. “Already-?” 

“Hey.” Kenma tightens his hold on you, and you still as the setter places a quick kiss on the top of your head while attempting to ease your worries. “Let’s not freak out. Not now, at least. Just...hang with me?” 

You relax, Kenma’s rare words of affection making the panic replace with warmth as you turn in his hold, arms wrapping around his middle tightly as his clasp at the small of your back. The scent of him fills your nose as you mumble into his chest, a wave of tired washing over you as Kenma hides a small, relaxed smile into your hair. 

“Alright, love. Sushi okay?” 

“Order me ramen.”

“Right! My viewers sent me in some apple pie, I almost forgot- Kenma, wait for me!” 

“You should have said so sooner.” 

-----------------------------------------

The TV was still blaring on some random episode of a netflix series when you wake up, Kenma’s hoodie hanging around your groggy figure as you wake up warm yet alone, tiredly sitting up to switch off the TV. You blink once, and then twice again before smiling to yourself. 

Kenma had applied petroleum jelly to your tattoo for you, an open bottle of water already unscrewed and waiting on the clean living room table. 

The plates from dinner had already been taken and now laid on the drying rack along with the apple pie neatly put away in it’s box next to it. You had to hand it to him, Kenma made it hard for you to be annoyed about waking up alone. Wiping your eyes with the loose sleeve of your boyfriend’s hoodie, you check the time only for your eyes to widen a little bit. 

It was now nine in the morning, meaning that you had slept through the night without even realizing it. You sigh, going through your phone while still waking up before frowning at the influx of notifications and messages blowing up your device, the dms in particular being the most annoying. 

Are you dating Kenma Kozume?!

Back off, hoe. He belongs to his fans. 

Omg omg is my ship sailing??????

From: Asshole 

Are you two lovebirds trying to get found out?

You narrow your eyes, shooting a text back. 

-Kuroo, it’s too early for your bull. 

Listen lovely, it’s never too early. And matching tattoos? He wouldn’t get any with me:((

-Wonder why.

I’VE BEEN SHOT-

You snort before stretching tiredly, putting your phone down and wandering into your spacious bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth, a giddy feeling in your stomach at the fact that Kenma was supposed to finish up his live in less than twenty minutes. However, you stall, gaping at the mirror in disbelief. 

A groan slips your lips as you raise a hand to your neck, eyeing the dark bruises littered up to your jaw as you hang your head and sigh. You couldn’t believe you had forgotten that Kenma had gotten a little carried away last night, your heated makeout session on the couch turning into a little something more, hence the hoodie you now adorned. 

You blush as you begin to remember, shaking your head of such thoughts before tying your hair up. Oh well, nothing some concealer and color corrector wouldn’t fix- maybe a scarf or two. You begin to make breakfast after clambering into the kitchen, a nutritious breakfast of soup and fish with rice being carefully plated onto a tray almost half an hour later. 

Hey, is Kenma done with his stream? 

You sip some soup, tasting it as you type away on your phone. 

-Should be, Kuroo- why? 

Oh, his fans were blowing up his comments asking about you and I’ve never seen the poor boy so flustered. Hug him, will you? 

-Bringing him breakfast now. 

I’m so glad he met you:’) 

-Buzz off:’)

You ignore the snarky response from Kuroo before lifting the tray, not even bothering to knock or say you were coming in as you push the door open to Kenma’s gaming room after ascending the stairs, figuring that the stream was supposed to end ten minutes ago- 

And oh boy did you wish you had knocked. 

You almost drop the tray, stilling at the sight of Kenma’s stream still ongoing, the cat-like boy pushing back from his monitor in shock as he whips his head to look at you from his gaming chair- 

You, his hoodie draped hanging off your figure with no pants underneath, simply exposing your bare legs and your hair tied back messily, a tray of breakfast in your hand that signalled you had spent the night together-

and not to mention the hickies ever so evident on your neck. 

“Y/N-” 

You squeak, stepping out of the door and slamming it shut behind you just as Kenma’s comments explode across the monitor. You were in for it now. 

The tray gets slowly lowered in front of the door before you make a mad dash to your shared bedroom, ignoring the now increased influx of notifications on your phone from Kenma’s hoodie pocket before throwing it across the room and face-planting onto your bed. 

How could you have been so careless?

Heat tinges your eyes as you muffle a scream into the sheets. 

What’s gonna happen now?

You flinch at the sound of someone else entering the room, refusing to look up from your spot as a familiar figure sits next to your teary one carefully. A feeling of guilt and wishing you could turn back time weighs on your chest as Kenma strokes a hand through your hair. 

“Don’t panic.” 

“Don’t panic?!” You sit up, Kenma eyeing you evenly as he watches frustrated tears brim your eyes. “I just walked into your live!” 

“I know, I was there.” 

“Kenma!” You whine, and surprise etches onto your features when Kenma stifles a laugh into his palm, looking off to the side before taking your hand in one of his carefully. The other one wipes moisture from your eyes as Kenma stops teasing you, looking at you seriously through golden irises. 

“We’d have to let them know eventually, you do know that- right? Or did you want to keep us a secret forever?”

“I know, but...” You sniff, Kenma using his finger to tilt your chin up slightly to tilt his head. 

“But?” 

“I don’t want to...ruin your career.” You finish quietly, and you gasp when you suddenly find yourself on your back, Kenma now looking at you with a hard edge to his eyes as he stares down at you from his position on top. 

“Well, isn’t this familiar-” your cracked voice tries to joke. 

“Shut up.” Kenma rolls his eyes before leaning down so his nose is almost touching yours. 

“Would I have gotten this ink permanently drawn onto my damn skin if I thought you’d ever ruin anything for me?” 

At your loss of words, Kenma sighs before taking one of your relaxed hands- the one with the controller on it- and bringing the side of your thumb to his lips so he can mumble against it. 

“And this? This tattoo of yours means that you’re mine. Didn’t we get these tattoos because we knew we’d reveal it anyway?” 

“Kenma, you’re speaking too much calm down-” 

“Y/N.” 

You stop with your antics as Kenma’s voice softens, eyeing you seriously. “Don’t you...want to be together?” 

“God, what kind of question is that?” You frown, lifting your hands to cup his face as you look up at his pretty features. “You know I do.” 

“Then I’m happy you walked into my stream.” Kenma turns his head into your touch to kiss your palm. “Because now all those damn pretty boys in your dms know you’re taken.”

“Kenma, they saw hickies.” 

“So?” 

“I can’t with you.” You roll your eyes before releasing a breathy laugh, glancing at the phone screen from the floor across the room as it turns off and on, lighting your screen up with notifciations. “I’m taking it the press is eating this up?” 

“Like a damn buffet.” Kenma sighs, lazily beginning to trace patters into your exposed thighs. “You know what I can eat up though?” 

“The breakfast you stepped over on your way to pursue me?” You blink innocently, laughing when Kenma shoots you a tired stare. 

“Sure. Let’s eat breakfast.” 

“Kenma-” You begin to whine, only for your boyfriend to kiss your lips in a chaste manner, lips lifting ever so slightly when you blink doe-eyed up at him in response. The phones become ignored as Kenma throws his behind him, the press now forgotten as two phones now blow up beside one another.

His thumb strokes yours as the ink on both of your skin traces over one another, the slight sting of the tattoos unnoticeable as Kenma’s hands slide further up his hoodie. 

“Use that pretty voice of yours and tell me what you want then, princess.” 

“I’m starting to think you did this on purpose.” You murmur against his lips as Kenma scoffs in the midst of trailing kisses down your neck. 

“There’s a reason my stream didn’t end when I told you it would, love.” 

-------------------------------

General Work taglist: @takemetovalhalla @savemesteeb @dreebbles @kasandrafaye @yams046

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu kenma #Kenma Kozume #haikyu kenma #KENMA #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu one shot #haikyuu anime #haikyuu nekoma #nekoma

[hkonwo]

More of the housemate AU

Vil, meeting Idia: Morning, I never thought I would see you this early, what's new?

Idia, walking back to his room: nothing, good night.

=====(OOC, probably, and some headcanon too)=====

Once Vil, Leona, and Malleus fight because Malleus claim that someone between them has broken the ice cream machine. Turns out, it's actually fine, Malleus just have no idea how to turn it on.

Ruggie visit to cook for Leona and to get some food. Azul visit if he want something that Idia could make. Silver visit because of Malleus. Kalim visit sometimes, with Jamil. How and why Kalim visits them? Nothing special, he just like visiting people.

No one knows why, but apparently Lilia has make it his mission to at least cook a dish everytime he visit their house.

Leona and Idia discuss about ancient curses because Leona likes it and Shroud family have some histories with curses.

Although Malleus can be considered a night owl, he is disciplined to be properly awake at the morning, so while Idia and Leona is still sleeping, he would drink coffee and talk with Vil who is drinking tea.

Once Idia walk out the room at 3 AM, wanting to get some water only to meet a pair of green eye in the middle of the dark room. It is revealed to be Leona, but Idia know the shock that day will lasts for years.

If Farena told Leona to invite three of them to come into an event, Leona will purposely not invite Malleus, but Malleus will come regardless because Vil extent his invitation or Idia gave his to Malleus.

Malleus once cover all Leona's steaks with sugar because Leona hide his horn polisher.

Idia have a stock of herbal candies, or healthy candies, that he gives to Vil when Vil is upset.

Although they usually fight, Malleus actually defends Leona when Rook came to visit and Leona helps Malleus by watching over the kitchen everytime Lilia visit.

Once Leona became Idia's trainer so Idia can be physically strong, let's say Idia stay unconscious for a week after a lesson.

If Vil is in the mood, he will cook steak for Leona.

Idia gave Malleus phone 3 time and they all broke, so Idia is the one who hold his fourth phone, and if Malleus want to contact someone, he will have to go through Idia.

Malleus usually helps Idia with testing when Idia creates something that needs magic to activate.

Idia make a machine that will chill out food to normal temperature because Leona's tongue can't handle heat.

Lilia manages to cook something once, and Malleus sacrificed his taste bud to prevent his housemate to eat the terrifying dish.

Vil bought Idia a posture corrector, which Idia only use if he is forced to attend parties.

Leona usually give message to his brother for the food that is delivered to them to be healthy because of Vil (but he make exception to himself).

It's always loud when Lilia, Silver, and Sebek visit at the same time. They stayed for a night once, sleeping in the movie room because the movie room is actually comfortable.

Ortho usually visit with Shroud Family butler. Rook sometimes bring Epel but he likes to come alone.

Vil got them all into modelling for him once, don't ask how, it's Vil's secret.

#twst #twst vil #twst leona #twst malleus #twst idia #vil schoenheit #leona kingscholar #malleus draconia #idia shroud #twisted wonderland #housemateau

[random-mha-thoughts]

Warmth (LoV x Reader)

Pairing: League of Villains x Reader (Platonic)

Appearances by Toga, Dabi, Shigaraki, Twice, Kurogiri

Someone on Wattpad requested: “hi! idk if you're still doing requests or not (and you don't have to do this if you want to) but can you do a platonic LoV where the reader is in a abusive relationship and she's coming back to the hide out and she goes to her room to cover up the bruises and stuff and toga come in asking to hangout when she see the bruises on the reader and goes and tells the league without the reader knowing. you can end it with some family fluff if you want.”

Genre: Angst/Comfort

Warnings: Mentions of physical/mental/emotional abuse

Word Count: 1,324

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ 

a/n: Yes, listening to The Neighbourhood while writing this hits different

This will be gender neutral on both fronts, in terms of the aggressor and the reader, since abuse can come from anyone. If you're in an abusive relationship, please get help and break out of that relationship if you can before it escalates. You are worth so much more and deserve to be with someone who will love and cherish you and not treat you like trash💖 

"There you are."  Kurogiri wipes down his glasses as per his normal routine.  "The kids were wondering when you would come back, they're waiting for you."

Act natural.  I tug at the sleeves of my jacket and .  "Y-Yeah, if they ask again, I'm just changing my clothes.  I think it's chilly, I want my hoodie, y'know?"  You're talking too much, that's not natural!  I scurry off to my room before Kurogiri can comment about my strange behavior.

Retreating into my room, I make sure to shut it closed so no one can see.  Ripping off my jacket and my tattered shirt, I throw the latter into a corner of my closet where no one will see.  Once I slip my black hoodie over my head and stand in front of the mirror, the first thing I see is the discoloration on my neck still peeking out from the collar.  Putting my hoodie up doesn't help anything either, to my dismay.

I have no choice but to pull out the concealer and color corrector.  My intense stare focuses on the pigmented tender spot as I pat it.  I guess it was my fault this happened anyway.  

The door suddenly opens in the midst of my wallowing and I pull the neck of my hoodie up before turning around.

Toga bares her fangs at me with her wide smile.  "(Y/n)~" she sings, "You're back finally!  Dabi and Shiggy wanna go out for a while, we were waiting for you to go!"

"Oh, yeah, I heard from Kurogiri, I'm just, uh, fixing my hair and changing my clothes because it's cold outside."  My heart still pounds from her entering so suddenly.  I nervously pretend to rub my neck just in case.

Her smile drops into confusion as she scans me.  "You're awfully jittery, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine!" I smile as enthusiastically as possible.  "Just give me another minute, I'll meet you guys out front!"

With that, she's back to her blushing face and grin.  "Okay!  We're waiting!"

Once she shuts the door behind her, I turn back to the mirror and remove my hand.  Good enough, I sigh, At least it'll be dark.

.

"So, how was your date?"  Shigaraki takes a sip of his beer.  I know he's only asking to make conversation, he's indifferent to my relationship.

I finger my own cool metal can.  "Fine, we just watched a movie in the house."  I resist my instinct to flinch at the memory of the screams.  "Nothing special."

"You guys have been going out for a while, huh?"  Toga rests her head in her hands dreamily.  "What's it like being in love?"

Love, huh?   "It's...something."  I try skewing my voice to sound vague and mysterious.  "It's a lot of feelings, I can't really explain it."  It's best if I don't answer directly.

"You're pretty inseparable, I'd say."  Smoke rings lazily emerge from Dabi's blue fire.

Only because I'm told to.  "We just can't stay away from each other," I muster a smile and another sip of my beer.

Turquoise eyes study me from the side before the circle of fire disappears from his hand and he faces me fully.  "You're happy, right?"

His question catches me off guard as I almost choke, but I quickly recover.  "Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

.

Waking up at the hideout the next afternoon is lonely and quiet.  Patting into the kitchen for food confirms my suspicions that no one's home.  Though I'm disappointed, it's assuring that I can use a heating pad for my marks without anyone commenting.

As I sit in front of my mirror facing my shame, I can't help checking my phone for any messages.  My notifications are empty.  Not that I expect anything less, it would be much more surprising if an apology was waiting for me.  Because I'm the one who should be apologizing.

I start texting with my one hand, holding the heat pack to my neck.  At least the temperature provides some kind of comfort in such a small space of my body, though I wish it would encompass me entirely.  The message sends, but it doesn't get read for a few minutes.  That's not normal, usually I'll be left on read.  They must really be angry.  My body goes colder with shame.  Our fight must've been worse than I thought.

I hear the front door slam open suddenly, heavy footsteps approaching my room quickly.  I don't know what to do with the heat pack.  As I'm panicking, the group storms into my room, catching me with it in my hand dumbly.  The boys' gazes all intently lock onto my face.

Toga lazily sits next to me, brandishing her knife as if it's the most casual thing.  "(Y/n)~ I wanted to ask you last night, what happened to you?"  She points the blade at my neck.

The darkness didn't hide it that well then, or she must've seen in my room last night after all.  "I-I got into a fight."  I rub the tender spot nervously.

"Yeah, with your supposed lover," Dabi spits, crossing his arms over his chest.

My body loses all heat as I go numb.  "W-What-?"  How did they find out?  My eyes flicker to the pseudo-innocent schoolgirl on the bed.  She must've told them, but how did she know?

"Why didn't you tell us what was going on?  Why would you let something like this go on?" the raven haired man continues reprimanding me.

I lower my head at his intimidating stare. I knew they'd be mad for not telling them, but I didn't want to worry them either.  "I wanted to take care of it myself," my feeble voice answers halfheartedly.

"You know, we would've taken care of that trashbag earlier if you'd said something."  Twice cracks the bones in his fingers one by one. "I don't care who they are, I'll destroy them either way."

My head snaps up.  "What do you mean you took care-?"

"We paid that loser a visit," Shigaraki stuffs a hand in his pocket, careful to stick his thumb out so it doesn't touch his pants.  "Let's just say we took care of your breakup for you, in our unique way of course."

I'm in disbelief.  They were all angry for me and decided to take matters into their own hands?  "Y-You did that for m-me?"  My body starts trembling.

"You're our family," Toga grins, walking over to me and wraps her arms around my neck from behind.  "Why wouldn't we eliminate someone ruining your life?"

My eyes well with tears the same way my chest fills with the undeserving warmth she's providing me with.  "Because I don't deserve it?"

"Oh, please, no one deserves to be unhappy or bullied by someone they love."  Twice joins the hug between the two of us, his large arms attacking from the other side.

"I'll pass on the hug," Shigaraki mumbles and retreats from the room, but there's a smile on his chapped lips.

"Dabi, don't you dare leave this room without contributing to the hug!" Twice bellows as the other man turns to leave.

His blue eyes roll and he huffs.  "Fine, just this once for you, kid.  Don't get used to it."  He awkwardly fits over our bodies, his warmth the last straw that allows my tears to overflow.

"We're your support group, silly," Toga comforts me, wiping my face, "Who else is gonna have your back like us?"

"Yeah, people are super cruel!" Twice chimes in.

"Can I leave now?" Dabi groans impatiently.

I release my grip on the heating pad and grip the arms around me, leaning my head onto Toga's.  Part of me wants to ground myself in this moment, their strange affection filling the void inside me.  I don't want to move from this spot, smothered under these three bodies of my home, my trusted comrades.  Next time - even though I pray there's no next time - I know if I need comfort, if I need warmth, I just need to ask for it.

#league of villians x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #dabi #shigaraki tomura #toga himiko #mha twice #mha kurogiri #request #angst #comfort #platonic #gender neutral reader #league of villains imagine #league of villains scenario #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

[jj-bxby]

Rudy Pankow x Reader Request - Who’s Who

gif credit @toesure

Request - Can I make a Rudy Pankow request pls?? One where the reader and him are dating and the reader is part of the outer banks cast. They are doing The Who’s Who interview with Buzzfeed. They’re just being like super cute during the interview. Thanks! 🤗

Word Count - 1.2k

A/N - This is a piece where the reader is a part of the OBX cast as another character :)

“Rudy, I swear to god if you don’t stop shaking your leg right now,” you mumbled to your boyfriend as the camera’s light flickered on. He looked at you and grabbed your hand out of frame, giving it a squeeze as he smiled at you. Both of you were rather nervous, this was your first interview since you had told your friends you were dating but hadn’t brought it to public light, at least not yet. Luckily your friends were supportive as always, JD sending you both dumb memes about couples, Madilyn and Chase inviting you on a double date, and Madison always being there for you to talk about any relationship questions you had. It was like a fairytale for now, but the both of you had a few different late-night conversations about how your relationship being in the public eye could affect you. Gently sliding your hand from Rudy’s, you turned to look at Rachel, your interviewer for the day as she scribbled on a piece of paper.

“Alright guys, we’re going to be playing Who’s Who today. I’m sure you know how it works already, but I’m going to give you some questions and you’ll point to who is most likely to do the thing in question! Just be yourselves and feel free to talk more about the questions, okay?” The group chattered in agreement, and Rachel nodded.

“Okay, first up. Who’s most likely to mess up their lines?” You smiled and pointed to Rudy, as did everyone else. Well, everyone except Rudy himself of course, who had looked to Chase. He gave you a mock-gasp, when he saw your hand pointed to him, clutching his heart dramatically. “Seriously? Woooow. I just make up my own lines, sometimes is all!”

“To be fair, you making up lines stems from you forgetting them in the first place,” Madison pointed out, nodding to him.

“Look we got some of my best lines that way. Dare I say some of the best lines in the entire show,” He cocked his eyebrow and you laughed.

You mimicked your boyfriend's voice as you recited one of your favorites, “I can’t walk bro, I got polio.” Everyone erupted in laughter, while Rudy rolled his eyes. “Like I said, best lines in the show, man.”

Once the laughter had dropped off, Rachel moved to the next question. “Okay, who’s the most likely to fall or trip while filming?”

Everyone pointed to Madilyn, including herself. “Yeah, y'know that scene where I walked on the log after the storm? We had to do more takes of that than I’d like to admit, just because I kept falling off the log!” She laughed and looked at you, “And Y/N had to help me cover up the bruises the next day!” You smiled, remembering trying to brush color corrector and foundation onto Madi’s skin to cover up the nasty bruises she’d gotten, and failing horribly.

“Now that I think about it, Y/N did have one pretty hilarious trip at one point.” Madison said, glancing at you. “When we were doing a take of the Midsummer's party and she was wearing heels, she totally tripped on her own feet!”

Chase flashed a shit eating grin as he continued the story. “Yeah! And she wouldn’t have even fallen but Rudy tried to, uh, “catch” her,” Chase air-quoted, “but he ended up making them both fall. Luckily Rudy is just such a gentleman.”

You scrunched up your face and groaned while remembering that scene, but your boyfriend just threw his head back and laughed. “Hey you could have at least let me fall on top of you, that day, mister.” You joked as you bumped your shoulder into his lightly, giggling at the thought. He bumped you back, but it was harder than either of you had expected, and you fell off of your stool.

“Oh shit, babe,” Rudy said as he rushed to help you up. You sat there giggling on the floor as your boyfriend hopped out of his seat and held out his hand.

“Y‘know, I seem to fall a lot more with you around, ya dork.” You smiled as you took hold of his outstretched hand, him helping you to your feet while apologizing profusely. “Oh my god, it’s fine, Rudy! Look, I’m not broken!” You said, spinning in a circle before you smoothed out your dress. You glanced over at the others as you took your seat again, seeing the others had taken to staring at you both and grinning knowingly. You rolled your eyes as Madison wiggled in her seat at you, raising her eyebrows.

Rachel cleared her throat as she went back to her questions. “Alright guys, who is most likely to be found staying up all night?”

The votes were split between you and JD, both of you having pointed at each other. “Look I always get notifications from you texting me memes or dumb reddit posts at three a.m., JD!”

“Aha! So why are you checking them at three a.m., huh Y/N? You know I got read receipts on,” he accused, wiggling his finger at you.

You narrowed your eyes and slowly pointed your finger back towards yourself. “Touché.”

“Who’s most likely to be the ‘Cast Mom’?”

You perked as you pointed to yourself, pumping your fists in the air when everyone else did as well.

“I swear to god she has everything you could ever need in that damn purse of hers.” Rudy said with a laugh.

“She even kept fruit snacks in there for when I wanted something to snack on,” JD nodded. “Oh she has chips for me!” Chase chimed in excitedly.

“You don’t want to be around these boys when they’re hungry,” you explained.

“Yeah, y’all also have like an unlimited supply of Band-Aids and bobby pins in there too,” Madison added, Madi nodding in agreement.

“It’s true, she basically knows what we need before we need it! She’s also the best at making plans and getting all of us to show up to them!”

You look to Rachel dramatically. “What can I say, it’s hard raising five twenty-something’s all on my own.” You let out a little nose laugh at your own joke and saw the others smiling back at you, trying to contain their laughter.

“Alright, and final one for the day here, who’s most likely to end up together?”

Your eyes widened and darted to Rudy’s, before you both looked to your friends. All of them were making heart hands at the two of you while grinning devilishly. The blood rushed to your cheeks at their antics and you squeezed your eyes for a second shut as you smiled.

“Well I guess the cat’s out of the bag for everyone now, huh?” Rudy said as he passed a hand through his hair. He ducked over to give you a kiss on the cheek and flash you a grin.

“C‘mon, you guys are too cute together to keep it a secret!” Madison exclaimed.

“Yep, Madison’s right, guys,” Chase said, Madi and JD agreeing.

“Alright, alright!” You pulled out your phone and opened up your instagram, pulling Rudy over to you for a kiss as you snapped a picture of it. You tapped away at your keyboard as your friends “Awwwed” in the background. Rudy read the caption over your shoulder.

“well, it’s official now. @rudeth and i are dating 🥰”

After sliding your phone back into your pocket, you grabbed your boyfriend’s hand and laced your fingers with his.

“So I think we win the ‘Cutest Couple’ award, sorry guys,” Rudy said solemnly as he nodded to Chase and Madilyn, smiling at the giggles coming from you.

“Hell yeah we do.”

tags + moots ~ @joshy-obx @jjsredhat @jjsbxtch @jjsmaybcnk @drewswannabegirl @starksweasley @starlightstarkey @stargazingstarkey @aesthetic-lyss @shawnssongs @futuretaxcheat @overly-b

#rudy pankow #rudy x reader #obx x reader #obx cast #outer banks imagine #outerbanks #outer banks #obx jj #jj maybank obx #jj x reader #jj obx imagine #obx fic #obx imagine #jj outer banks #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank

[stand4peace]

Didn’t had the time at the start of the bombardment, but I’d like to thanks from the bottom of my heart, with all my tears and relief, the kind student who lend to me his phone I have in my hands rn. Although I don’t understand all characters and even if I do typos, it is of a great help, I can use live speech to text with grammar corrector and stay In Touch with fighters and people asking for help and everyone trying to find valuables information from real sources. I am not and never been a good English speaker nor a native and anyone who followed me before the current events knows that by reading my poor attempt at translating in English my own fan fictions. With this foreign phone I can consult foreign news and l tell everyone down here what UK or Poland or France are doing about our situation.

May Eternal God protect you and your family and friends and thank y’all so much for the phone and the water bottles and ammo. I try to find everyone I lose of sight and to give you news every time something happens but it ain’t easy, we also have a tacit rule to not tell the world the names or faces of our forces I need EVERYONE in UKRAINE to not, to NEVER SHARE OUR POSITION NAMES OR PICTURES OF US OF OUR BASEMENTS OF CAMPS OR OF HIDEOUTS.

THIS MEANS LIVES ON THE LINE PLEASE DO NOT GIVEAWAY IN TEXTOS OR ON INTERNET ANY DATA ABOUT OUR POSITION OF US SOLDIERS AND DO NOT BLOG OR REPOST OR SHARE WHAT OTHERS COULD LEAK ABOUT US

It would only help Russian to find us so

If you want to help 1) LISTEN UKRAINIAN and 2) NO BAD BUZZ

ONE OF US WILL TRY TO BRING BACK MEDICINE FOR EVERYONE.

THERE IS A LONG WAIT AT FRONTIERS BUT ITS WORTH THE TRY.

STAY SAFE AND SEE YOU SOON

MARKO

#boost this #current events #Ukraine #help is needed #Kyiv #do not share our position #don’t film Ukrainian soldiers

[orlissa]

I’m flying tomorrow, so here comes my packing list, because I’m getting anxious, and because you guys might spot it if I miss something:

Travel documents

since I’m travelling within the EU: ID card, green pass (printed and on my phone), passenger locator form 

Boarding pass and ticket for the airport transfer printed

Bus ticket to Florence and train ticket back to Milan are on my phone

Also printed: confirmation e-mail for my Uffizi ticket

Clothes

Forecast promises 35-40Celsius and sunshine, so I don’t think I’ll need heavy clothing XD shorts, tank tops, skirts mostly

I don’t really plan on visiting churches, but a shawl to cover my shoulders, just in case

Face masks, two made of fabric (freshly washed, currently drying), and a couple surgical masks for the plane

Underwear, PJs. Towels should be provided at the hotel

Two pairs of shoes, one pair of slippers

Toilettries

Supposed to have shampoo and soap provided at the hotel, but I do have a little shampoo, plus toothpaste, make up wipes, and a small packet of tissues, toothbrush, razor, comb

Essential make up: primer, foundation stick, corrector, mascara, eyeliner, two lipsticks (note to self: nope, not taking more than two), settling spray

Suncream

Hand sanitizer

Face cream

Other stuff

Euro

Laptop, power bank, charger, phone, headset

A book

A notebook & pen

thread and needle

Painkiller (for potential headaches)

Eyedrops

Tote bag

Sunglasses

#personal #organizing a vacation all on your own is STRESSFULL

[mrs-hatake]

we’re both at this halloween party and you are SLOSHED and your friends ditched you, i can’t leave you alone?? With Aizawa please

A/N: so, as you all know I don’t write about consuming alcohol or getting drunk but for the sake of the prompt, i did an exception. of course, I have no knowledge of how people would act under the intoxication so forgive me if this is inaccurate. 

Everything around you was a blur. The music playing in the tiny living was muffled to your ears as your heartbeat overpowered the loud booms of the bass.

You struggled to walk on your two feet on your own so you resorted to supporting yourself by placing your hand on the wall to help guide you.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Whipping your head sharply to the left - so sharply that it was a miracle you didn’t break it - you were greeted by the blurred face of a concerned looking man, woman? In your current state, it was difficult to tell but the slightly deep voice should be an indicator.

“I okay.” You replied, rapidly blinking your dried eyes.

“You don’t look okay.” The man replied in concern, his hands stretched out at the ready incase you fell over your two feet.

“Really, I fine!” You waved him off and tried to wobble away from him only to trip on thin air. Your face would’ve smacked harshly on the carpeted floor had it not been for two strong arms wrapping themselves around your waist.

The man’s long black hair tickled your chin and you giggled at the scratchy sensation.

“Did you come here alone?” The man asked as he steaded you on your feet.

Shaking your head which made your hair stick to your lipgloss, you replied, “My friends!”

You could hear the man sigh but didn’t understand why. In the meantime, you tried to spit the hair out of your mouth as he searched for someone in the distance. Probably your friends.

“Let’s get you some water.”

Following the man to what you assumed was the kitchen, you squint your eyes at the harsh bright lights of the well lit kitchen, “My eyes!!” you squealed in not so serious pain.

“Stay here. Don’t go anywhere.” The man instructed as he opened the fridge and poured cold water into a red solo cup after not finding a clean cup.

You blew your hair away from your face and then grabbed the cup that was presented to you. Swallowing down large gulps, you finally took in the man’s appearance.

The man was dressed as a mummy with poor quality toilet paper wrapped around his lean physique. His chin was peppered with a black stubble and his hair hung loosely on his shoulders. Under the bright lights, he looked very handsome. “You know.” You slurred, “You look veeerrryyy familiar!” You pointed to poke his chest but instead harshly poked the tip of his nose.

“Ow.” He quickly rubbed his nose.

“You look like that pro-hero, whatshisface.”

The man lifted an eyebrow in amusement as you struggled to remember the hero’s name, “What was it? Corrector? Rubber man? Eraser hair! That’s him!”

“You mean Eraserhead?”

You nodded rapidly at him, eyes sparkled at the familiarity of the name, “Yeah, Eraserhead that’s whatshisface!”

The man chuckled before taking your cup again and refilling it with water. He placed the cap in your hand and sat on the barstool in front of you.

“What if I told you I was him?” The handsome mummy with pretty hair asked.

You stared at him with eyes wide in disbelief before blowing a raspberry, “Do I look stupid to you?” A couple of seconds passed before you quickly added, “Don’t answer that.”

Before the handsome mummy with pretty hair could reply, an all too recognizable voice loudly exclaimed, “There you are!”

Both of you turned to the entrance to the kitchen where a woman dressed as Tinkerbell stood with a scowl on her face and her hands on her lips, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” She marched to where you were sitting and tugged at your ear, “How many times do I have to tell you not to wander off when you’re drunk?!”

“Ooowww I’m sorry!” You whined as you pawed at her hand to free your ear from her tugs.

Your friend let go of your ear with a huff in annoyance. “And you!” She turned around to give a stern talking to to the person you were with but the words died in her mouth when she recognized the man in front of her, “Holy shit you’re Eraserhead!”

For the second time that night, you whipped your head so fast that this time you actually winced at the pain. Both you and your friend’s eyes widened comically at the mummy who had a guilty expression on his face.

“The one and only.”

It was quiet for a few seconds as the both of you progressed the fact that a famous pro hero was at the same party as you and was sitting and talking to you in the kitchen.

“Holy fuck I poked Eraserhead’s nose.” You whispered in disbelief as your friend rubbed between her eyes in annoyance. Of course you would do something like that.

“Look, Mr. Eraserhead-”

“Call me Shouta.”

Your friend blinked before she continued, “Thank you for taking care of her but we really should be going home now.”

Shouta stood with a hand held upwards, “It was no problem. I couldn’t leave her alone.”

As your friend dragged you, you turned to face Shouta and did the phone gesture with your left hand and mouthed ‘call me’ before being harshly tugged away.

All that Shouta could do was chuckle at your behavior and hope that you would cross paths again.

#halloween prompts #aizawa x reader #aizawa imagine #aizawa scenario #bnha imagine #Anonymous

[cazimagines]

I've binge read your work for few days now, and I have to say I absolutely adore your style of writing. You've become my favorite tumblr writer. I can't explain how much your work made me happy,, You write so in-character and there's something about your writing that makes it easy and enjoyable to visualize, I absolutely adore everything about it. You are extremely talented and it's pleasure to read your work ^^

P.S. sorry for grammar errors, eng is not my first language,, also maybe in future some laszlo with airhead but kinda smart reader or maybe insecure reader👉👈

Wow, thank you so much for this ask 🥺🥺🥺 it's made my day to read such lovely words, I hope you know I took a photo of this to keep on my phone so I can reread it to motivate me when I need it 😅

And don't worry about grammar errors, because of my Dyslexia I have to rely heavily on a grammar and spelling corrector for my writing and even then i reread stuff later and notice things that snuck past the corrector

And yes I'll absolutely write that request in the future, I already have a Laszlo with an insecure reader headcanon request in my inbox, under the cut I'll list all the requests in my ask box so you know what to look forward to in the future 😊

Niki Lauda x a reporter who can make him laugh (male)

Niki x James x Reader smut

Karli threatening reader and Zemo becoming overprotective

Laszlo dating insecure reader

Laszlo with reader who had an manipulative/abusive mother

Bruhl headcanons with a s/o in recovery/dealing with an eating disorder

Edging Laszlo for a week in public and at home

Laszlo reacting to a child in the institute having a nightmare

Zemo with trans (FTM) reader

Laszlo x Mistress reader

How Zemo would react to a reader who's dyed their hair purple

As you can see a lot for me to write over the next few weeks 😅

[hawkbucks]

Hi! If you don't mind, I would like to suggest angst #16! Maybe it will go well with your BBs au? Like, Tony injured himself cause there was a since related accident or he was sleep deprived and walked into something. But Bucky cannot know that and he can't ask, obviously. He just has to do his work and hide the marks under makeup, but silently he is very worried? It's not too specific, right? 😅 I never asked a prompt before. If it is, than Steve/Tony MISC 3 would be great. You rock!

I can definitely work with making that prompt work with Brooklyn Boys! Thank you for sending one in and showing an interest in that AU! :D I tweaked the dialogue a tiny bit. Hope that’s alright! 

16. “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?” 

“James!” Tony calls out as he walks into the room, ostentatious sunglasses covering up half of his face. One hand holds his phone, while the other holds a cup of iced coffee (or at least what Bucky assumes was iced coffee at one point, what with the way there’s no actual ice in there). 

“Tony,” Bucky greets, slipping on his apron and tying the back. He puts his hair up, then gestures at his station, giving Tony a polite smile. However, that smile freezes when he sees a purplish color edge out from behind Tony’s sunglasses. He’s worked on Tony a handful of times, so he likes to think he knows how Tony’s skin looks like, and that color has most definitely not been there the last few times. “Have you... been doing alright?” 

Tony nods his head. “Same as always, honestly.” He sets his phone and cup down at Bucky’s station before sitting down in the chair. With a hum, he takes off his sunglasses and sets them right next to his phone. “How about you?” 

Bucky has to keep himself from gaping at Tony’s reflection in the mirror. There’s a large bruise on Tony’s cheek, around the size of 3 of Bucky’s fingers. The middle is a mottled mess of dark blues and purples. He wants to ask--god, he wants to ask, make sure that Tony isn’t being hurt at home or anything--but there are other people around, and gossip spreads quick. The last thing he wants to do is put Tony in the hot seat and have a rumor float out the door. He bites his tongue, the taste of copper filling his mouth. 

“James?” Tony looks up at him.

Bucky shakes his head to clear his thoughts. “Huh? I--I’m doing fine, Tony.” 

Tony frowns. “Okay. Just... make me look good?” 

“When do I not?” Bucky weakly jokes. He fumbles around for his primer and some yellow color corrector and gets to work. 

Bucky is a damn good makeup artist if he says so himself, but he’s no miracle worker. He tries his best, a crease in between his brows as he works, but there’s still a subtle discoloration where the bruise is. “Is that fine?” Bucky asks, clutching onto his brushes so tight that his knuckles are white. He replays the scene of Tony wincing when Bucky accidentally pressed a little too hard as he was applying the primer over and over in his head. He needs to know if Tony is okay--if he’s safe. 

Tony glances to the left, then to the right. “You really are the best.” 

“Thank you,” Bucky replies, ducking his head modestly. “Do you mind if we, uh, talk? Somewhere private?” 

“Sure?” Tony tilts his head to the side. “What about?” 

“Something that I don’t want other people to hear. Just follow me.” 

Tony gets up, a confused look on his face, and follows Bucky deeper backstage. They come to a stop in a secluded area behind thick, black curtains. 

“Is someone hurting you, Tony?” 

“N-No?” Tony stammers, caught off guard. 

“Then why was there a bruise on your cheek? You know it’s there. You know I know it’s there. I might just be your makeup artist, but that doesn’t mean I’m not worried.” 

Tony’s lips part slightly. “Oh my god--” 

“If someone’s hurting you, tell me, I know people that can help--” 

Tony cuts him off with a laugh tinged in disbelief. He looks a bit hysteric, eyes bright with his lips curled up in a smile. “No! No one is hurting me. Oh my god, no, I got that bruise playing catch with my cousin. I was wondering why you didn’t ask about it. I figured you were too polite.” 

Bucky openly gapes his mouth then. “What?” 

“I was visiting her and my aunt yesterday--her name’s Sharon, by the way, you’d love her, she’s such a hellion, and we’re not really blood-related, but I digress--and she hit me in the face with a baseball. Completely by accident, I swear.”

It takes a couple of seconds for all of that information to absorb in Bucky’s brain. “Okay?” Bucky shakes his head again. “Okay. As long as, y’know... no one’s hurting you.” 

“I don’t think anyone’s going to hurt me while you’re around,” Tony says. He pats Bucky’s chest before leaving for the photoset. 

Bucky is rightfully stupefied. 

#cw abuse mention #That's why the rest is under a cut. #Tony IS NOT getting abused but Buck assumes he is for a second. #brooklyn boys au #filled #anon