deep sigh you are beautiful to me

‘Why do you love me? What is there to love in someone like me? Please, tell me why you’re so fond of me because honestly? I don’t get it.’

I was perplexed how could he not see why?

‘I love you because you’re you.

I love you because when you smile, your lips always tilt slightly to the left. When you smile your amazingly sharp canines peek through giving you a juvenile look. When you smile, your ever present dimples show more — if that’s even possible —. When you smile, your eyes crease at the edges and your beautiful eyes become slits of pure joy.

I love you because when you laugh, you tilt your head backwards. When you laugh, you always close your eyes. When you laugh, you grasp your stomach and bend over. When you laugh, you always end in a deep sigh and smile after wards, you grasp my face in yours and kiss me as if we’ll never kiss again.

I love you because when I do something you like, you giggle. When I do something you like, you’ll caress my hair and pat my cheeks. When I do something you like, you look at my lips and say, “I fucking love you”. When I do something you like, your eyes bore into mine and I see a flame ignite in them.

I love you because when you’re concentrated you furrow your eyebrows. When you’re concentrated you tongue pokes out of your delicious lips and glides over them. When you’re concentrated, you tend to break out of it for a slight second and do that 'hmmph’ sound you know I like just to give yourself a small break. When you’re concentrated, you grab something to eat with your left hand and bring it to the right side of your mouth and proceed to take a bite.

I love you because when you kiss me, you grab my face with both hands. When you kiss me, one hand pulls on my hair, while the other runs its thumb across my cheek. When you kiss me, you always do a series of multiple pecks after we end making out. When you kiss me, I can feel you smile and let out small giggles of content. When you kiss me, you hold my face in your palms and look at me for a good while then you tell me I’m beautiful.

I love you because when you hug me, you hold me for a long time. When you hug me, you grasp me firmly with both of your strong arms. When you hug me, you use one hand to rub my back. When you hug me, you put your face in the crook of my neck and breathe in my scent. When you hug me, you won’t let me go until we’ve embraced each other tightly.

I love you because when you talk about something you love you smile the whole time. When you talk about something you love, you tend to look down at your hands. When you talk about something you love, you furrow your eyebrows and smirk a little. When you talk about something you love, you let out small sighs of happiness. When you talk about something you love, you always tilt your head to side and shrug your shoulders at the end because you get embarrassed at your enthusiasm.

I love you because when you make me blush, you tease me about it. When you make me blush you put your hands on my cheeks and remark, 'baby your cheeks are hot’ at which point I reply, 'no they’re not, I don’t know what you’re talking about’. When you make me blush you look at my cheeks and smile and say 'baby you’re blushing’. When you make me blush you hold me down and ask me why knowing damn well that makes me blush more.

I love you because when you tell me stories about your past, you say them in a low voice as if speaking louder will make them come back. When you tell me stories about your past, you always hug me and won’t let me go. When you tell me stories about your past, you run your hands through your hair because you know you might cry. When you tell me stories about your past you always mutter the phrase, 'why am I even telling you this?’ And we both know it’s because you love me, and you want me to know what I’m getting into.

I love you because when you notice I’m sad, you’ll look at me and poke my cheeks until I smile. When you notice I’m sad you tell me 'stop being a taco without the shell’ because you know I’ll laugh. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll hug me and tell me you love me. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll ruffle my hair and whisper in my ear, 'Tina eat your goddamn food’, because that llama is our spirit animal.’

I love you for so many reasons, if I listed them all, this poem would never end.

The best way to put it is, I love you because you’re you.

—  Beauty in IT /// I love you because…
Humans are weird: The lost colony

*Quick note before I start: This is the first installment in a series I’ve called the Lost Colonies which is largely about human society adapting to the strange environments of other worlds. You can read the other installments here: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing this series, but with my new work schedule I had to bring it to a close. If you’ve enjoyed this story follow me on here for my other writings. Thanks again to everyone who has reblogged, liked, replied, DMed, or otherwise shown their appreciation for this series. It means a lot to me that people enjoyed it and the love you’ve all shown me has really helped keep me going for these last few months.*

An adult Turic sits behind a desk jotting down notes as a recorder takes down the interview for future analysis.
“I understand that this entire ordeal has been stressful for you and your fellow colonists but due to your unique situation we would like to use this opportunity to better understand human culture. Please let me know if we need to stop or if there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable.”
The human, a younger female by the name of Kiara fidgets in her seat.
“No, I’m fine, I just haven’t ever seen an alien before. Hell, until a few months ago no one had ever heard anything but legends of people from outer space.”
The Turic looks down at his notes as he tries to reconcile this information.
“According to our research it says that your colony was originally founded just over 500 Sols ago. Are you saying that in that short amount of time your colony’s knowledge of spacefaring and other sapient races was erased?”
“I guess? What’s a Sol though? How long would that be?”
“Oh, a unit of time measurement based on the solar rotation of your home world. Prior to your race’s colonization of other worlds you referred to it as a year. For reference, you are estimated to be 22 Sols old.”
“Then yeah, that makes a lot of sense. We didn’t really have permanent settlements and had to keep moving. One of the older stories said that we came to our world in a fiery ship and that the remains of it could be found out in the wastes once a cycle. That’s what we call it when the Thaw comes back to the same point.”
“I have heard some of the other colonists mention this Thaw. This is the name for the habitable zone in which your colony exists, correct?”
“Yeah, you live in the Thaw, you move with the Thaw. The Thaw keeps you from burning or freezing as long as you work with it. It protects you, feeds you and keeps you alive, but it always moves so you need to move with it.”

The Turic frantically scribbles notes on its data pad.
“Fascinating. It appears as though your civilization has come to mythologize a natural phenomenon the way your ancestors on earth frequently would. Your colony was founded on a planet that was almost what we would call tidally locked. In essence one side of it always faced your neighboring star and it rotated as it spun around it so that the same side always faced it at all times. However the spin was off by a small fraction so that the planet gradually rotated to have a day/night cycle, but this cycle was so slow that it took roughly 50 Sols for a single rotation. This would have made for a narrow band of surviveable temperatures but one that was constantly shifting albeit at a slow pace.”
Kiara stared blankly at the Turic.
“Sorry, that went a little over my head. What I think I caught from that though is that one side of my world faced the light and one side faced the dark and we lived in the space between. Which yeah, that’s the Thaw.”
“I apologize, this is fascinating for me, I’m just curious as to how or why your people took what appears to be such a large step backwards in their technological capabilities.”
“Well, like I said, some of our stories say that we came from a fiery ship and that it can be found in the wastes. If my people really did come from another world, maybe we crashed and our technology broke. We do tend to keep on the move and we usually leave things behind when they break and can’t be fixed. I wasn’t old enough to remember seeing the great ship when my parents took me there and it was taken by the scorch a long time ago.”

The Turic stared at his data pad wondering how he would even begin to unravel all of this.
“Well, hopefully we can find some solid answers to this mystery someday, but I would like for you to tell me more about your colony. What is life like on your world?”
Kiara straightened up in her seat and smiled.
“My name is Kiara Williams. I’m a frost melt like my mother and father before me. We work on the very edge of the Thaw to make sure that the glaciers, mountains and streams run in the right ways when it comes time for the Thaw to reach them in full. We scout lands in the cold to find new sites for villages. We dig breaks in the ice to make sure that the largest sheets fall away from farms and villages. It’s bitter cold and dangerous work but it’s important and sometimes exciting.”
The Turic stared in an expression that would have been the human equivalent of slack-jawed.
“You colony had the technological equivalence of pre-industrialization. Are you saying that your people geoformed an ice world to ensure proper farmland using little more than steel tools and furs?”
“Well there are plenty of other jobs too. My brother is a farmer out in the warmer parts of the Thaw and I have a cousin who lives on the other end of it as a waste reclaimer.”
“And what is it that your cousin does?”
“He goes out into the scorch looking for broken things that can be fixed or things that were left behind by accident. Most people say that’s not a job for an honest person, but he has a real knack for finding stuff to sell. I heard he even managed to find a few relics off the great ship.”
The Turic made a note to track down this cousin immediately.
“Are those the only professions available?”
“Of course not. There’s bakers and builders and law makers but we do have to keep moving with the Thaw so most of us try not to stay in one place too long. It doesn’t help to get too attached. We can usually only get 3 or 4 harvests out of a plot of land before it gets too hot to grow. That’s why frost melts like me are so important to help scout the farms in advance.”

The Turic glanced at the blinking light on his recorder that was letting him know that his allotted time was nearly up.
“I’ll need to let you get back to your family unit soon, but is there anything else you can tell me about your colony or its culture?”
Kiara sighed. “Not really. Being a frost melt, I spend most of my days surrounded by ice as far as the eye can see. It’s strange and beautiful though. There’s massive mountains made of nothing but ice and I know that if I simply walk for a few hours towards out into the frost it would be cold enough to kill, but I know that I’m the one who gets to tame it. At times when the wind is calm I can breath the cold in deep and look out to the stars and wonder what it would be like to explore them too.”
Kiara looked down at her feet self consciously and laughed.
“I guess I can actually get to do that now huh?”
The Turic adopted the human expression of a smile.
“There is a lot of unexplored space out there. I’m sure the human race would be proud to have you back to help them seek it out.”

Rotten Judgement - part 1

AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

SummaryHercules!AU After selling your soul to save your lover’s life, you become one of the Lord of the Underworld’s slave. Bucky is obsessed with one thing: collecting hearts. But why?

Word Count:1,674

Warnings: Language, Angst, Slaves, Demonic creatures, Mythology

A/N: I’m blown away by your enthusiasm! Thank you guys, I hope it won’t disappoint. This is loosely based on Hercules, also used a few quotes. The glowing heart thing is from Once Upon A Time.

Rotten Judgement - Masterpage

You hurried along the busy streets of New York City, clutching your bag to your chest. The soft red glow of the beating heart you stole seeped through the small leather bag. Stealing hearts wasn’t something you were proud of, but you didn’t have a choice. You had sold your soul to the devil and agreed to serve him.

You hugged the bag closer as two people walked past you, afraid they might try to steal it. The heart beat steadily against your belly, making you feel nervous. Someone in Brooklyn was unknowingly living without his heart. Looking over your shoulder to make sure that no one was watching, you rounded the corner and entered the alleyway.

Who would have guessed that the passage to the Underworld was in the alley behind a bar? You opened the door hidden behind a trash dumpster and took a step forward, leaving the city and its noises behind.

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Uptown Girl

Summary: Y/N comes from one of the richest families in New York. Peter crushes hard on her but knows they could never happen.

AN: hi i’ve come back from the dead lol (this is also gonna be in peter’s POV)

Peter Parker x Reader 

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// Masterlist //


Originally posted by spiderholland

“Are you coming over tonight?” My friend, Ned Leeds, said.

“I can’t. I have the Stark internship.” I opened my locker to avoid looking at him. He would see right through my lies.

“Again? Didn’t you go there yesterday too?” Ned leaned against the locker beside me.

“Well, Mr. Stark expects me to work hard. I don’t wanna let him down.”

“Don’t you think you’re working a little too hard?” Ned crossed his arms.

“No! I just want to-”

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Reaction: Your lips taste sweet.

Request: Bts reacts to your lips tasting sweet? (Sorry if that’s a bit weird) 

~Bts reaction. 

(Gifs not mine. Credit to original poster/owner).

Kim Seokjin:

Originally posted by missbaptan

You and Jin would be cooking something to help him unwind after a long day of practice. Every time he turned his back you’d quickly lick some of the cake mix off your fingers, making sure he didn’t see so he wouldn’t give out to you for “wasting his delicious food” and go on a rant about how you didn’t appreciate his superior cooking skills. After putting the cake in the oven he rested his head against the shelf and let out a deep sigh. You pushed yourself up onto the counter and started staring at him, taking a moment to appreciate your beautiful boyfriend. He looked up and caught you staring and a slight blush crept across your cheeks, but you didn’t look away. He smiled and leaned in to kiss you. He pulled back almost immediately, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Jagi?” He asked. “Hmmm?” you answered, slipping off the counter, already knowing he’d caught on. “Why do your lips taste…sweet?” “I don’t know what you mean,” you shrugged innocently. “Don’t lie to me, I know my food.” He stepped closer. “And I know my own cake mix.” You prepared yourself for another rant but instead he leaned in again, and the kiss lasted a lot longer this time. You were slightly breathless when he drew back, a cocky smile on his lips. “I knew I was a good cook.”

Min Yoongi:

Originally posted by bangtaninspired

You knew the rules when you were sick. Yoongi was an idol, and being sick meant not preforming. You didn’t want to be the reason he couldn’t do something he loved so you had both come up with a set of rules to stop that from happening. But you had to admit not being able to see him while battling a chest infection was hard and even though you’d never give him the satisfaction of hearing you say it, you missed him. You were feeling better, but you told him to stay away to be on the safe side. You figured one more day of sleeping on the  couch should put you right. The next thing you knew you were being shaken awake and you groggily opened your eyes to see Yoongi smiling at you. You first instinct was to hug him but instead you pushed him back. “What are you doing?!?!!?” “Calm down,” he rolled his eyes. “I’m only checking in, just don’t cough on me.” You sighed and brushed your hair out of your face. You checked the time and realised you’d forgotten about your medicine completely. “Can you please just pass me the bottle beside you?” you asked. “You’re pretty unenthusiastic for someone who hasn’t seen their boyfriend in days,” he picked up the bottle, glancing at the label. “Ugh, medicine.” “I have an excuse for being unenthusiastic…for once, I’m sick!” you replied “And I actually don’t mind that medicine, it’s really sugary.” You poured the medicine onto the spoon and took it. “Unfortunately I meant it when I said I was just checking in, I literally have to go back right now.” Out of instinct he leaned down and gave you a quick peck on the lips to say goodbye. You laughed at the puzzled face he made when he drew back. “What??” you asked. “Your lips are really sweet” he said “What..? Oh! the medicine,” you realised, wiping your sleeve across your mouth. “You’re right it’s actually nice!” he said. “Or was it your lips? Let my try again!” He leaned in but you pushed him back. “No! You’re not getting sick because of me!” He fell back and picked up the bottle of medicine, putting a drop on his finger. Before you could stop him he licked the drop off his finger and shook his head in over dramatic disappointment. “I knew it!” he said. “It’s not the same.”

Kim Namjoon:  

Originally posted by imemegines

You looked up at the menu of his favourite coffee shop. You already knew what to get him but you weren’t really in the mood for your usual coffee. You saw there was a toasted marshmallow hot chocolate and figured you’d try it.             Roughly 5 minutes later you were opening the door to the studio as quietly as possible as not to disturb him. His forehead was pressed against the table but you knew he wasn’t asleep as his fingers were drumming a steady beat against the table. You recognised the signs of writer’s block all too well so you silently placed his coffee in front of him. You pulled up the other office chair and started drinking your hot chocolate. A minute later he let out a deep sigh and looked up at you, taking a sip of his coffee. “Don’t pressure yourself,” you said. “What are you writing about? Maybe I can help?” “That’s exactly the problem!” he said. “I have no idea what to write about! It feels like I’ve already done everything,” he sighed. “Maybe I should just give up for today,” he said. Before he could go back to his finger drumming state you took hold of his chin, pulling his face up so he was looking directly into your eyes. “Don’t worry,” you said. “You are my genius boyfriend and you will always think of something.” He smiled and closed the distance between you two. He pulled back pretty fast and the side of his mouth was lifted in a smile. “How do your…” he said “What?” you asked nervously. “How do your lips taste so sweet?” he laughed. “Oh!” you said, laughing with him. “I tried a new drink,” you said, lifting your cup and shaking it in front of him. “Hmmmm I like it!” he said kissing you again, for longer this time. Eventually you pushed him away, putting a hand up to your cheek to hide it’s redness. “Stop!” you said. “Your coffee’s getting cold!” “I think I’ve found something I prefer,” he grinned. Suddenly a thoughtful look came across his face, his smile widening. “I’ve never written a song about a girl with sweet lips…”

Jung Hoseok:  

Originally posted by hoseoh

Dancing with Hobi was one of your favourite ways to spend your time, and It’s how you’d spend most of your time together. After another few hours of dancing together, you collapsed into a heap against the mirror at the back of the room, completely out of breath. You picked up your bottle of black currant and drained the entire thing. You leaned back and watched your boyfriend dance, admiring his natural talent. After a few minutes he stopped the music and plopped down beside you. He took a minute to get his breath back, he was clearly exhausted. He sighed and put his head in your lap. “Hobi!” you protested, “Get off.” “Can’t,” he replied. “I have been put into a dance coma and the only way to wake me up is true love’s kiss!” You suppressed a smile and pretended to be annoyed. “Is this the only way you’ll get off me???” He didn’t reply, just pursed his lips and made kissy noises at you. You sighed and rolled your eyes, then leaned down to give him what was supposed to be a quick peck but before you could pull back, he sat up and put his hand on the back of your neck without breaking the kiss. You eventually pulled yourself away putting your hands up to hide your flushed cheeks. “What was that?” asked Hoseok, a curious look on his face. “What was what?!?!?” you demanded, still slightly flustered over how quickly the kiss had escalated. “Your lips! They taste…I don’t know, sweet?” “What?” you said confused. You thought for a moment then realised; “Ohhhh, I brought blackcurrant as a drink instead of water.” “I like it!” he replied “Can I have some?” “Sorry, all gone,” you replied, shaking the empty bottle in his face. “No faaaiiiiiiirrrrr!!!!!” he screeched, marking the beginning of another Hobi tantrum. “You owe me another kiss!”

Park Jimin:

Originally posted by jeonsshi

You had just put the last spoon of chocolate cake in your mouth when he came back from the bathroom and sat back down opposite you. His eyes widened when he saw your empty plate. “Are you my girlfriend or a vacuum?” he asked. “It’s not my fault!” you defended. “It was just too delicious!” Jimin tutted. “Well now I’ll never know, I had wanted want to try some.” “Don’t try guilt tripping me!” you protested. “I offered you some before you went to the toilet and you said you were too full for dessert anyway!” You asked for the bill and a few minutes of playful bickering later you had moved on and were leaving the restaurant. You shivered as you stepped out into the cold night air and Jimin shyly took your hand as you started walking. As usual time spent with him flew by and before you knew it you were standing outside your apartment block. “I’d stay for a bit but I have to get up early for practice tomorrow,” he said, taking on an apologetic tone. “It’s fine,” you said. “I understand,” you smiled to reassure him. He put one hand to the side of your face and kissed you. Barely into the kiss, he started giggling. You pulled back and he fell back, laughing properly now. “What is it?” you asked. “You were right,” he giggled. “That chocolate cake really was delicious,” You put your hand up to your mouth and giggled with him. “Can you actually taste it?” you giggled. “Yep” he grinned, then leaned in to give you a quick peck. “I guess I got to try it after all!”

Kim Taehyung:

Originally posted by cyyphr

Tae led you by the hand, and even though you trusted him completely you were very conscious of the fact that you were wearing a blindfold in, judging from what you could hear, some kind of public park. “Are we almost there?” you asked. “Seriously, people are going to think that we’re weird!!!” He laughed. “We are weird,” he replied. “Aaaand we’re just about here…” Suddenly you felt something brush against your face. You spluttered and flailed a bit, stopping when you heard Tae laughing at you. “OK,” he said, taking a breath to stop himself from laughing. “You can take off the blindfold.” You slipped it over your head and saw that the thing that had brushed against your face was a willow branch reaching all the way to the ground. You were standing in the middle of the willow tree, surrounded by it’s drooping branches, the sunlight creeping in through gaps. “Wow,” you said, breath-taken. “That’s not all,” Tae smiled. He took your hand and led you around to the other side of the trunk, where a blanket had been laid out with food on top. “Tae…” you said, overcome by how much thought he had put into this. “I’ve been so busy lately and I wanted to make it up to you,” he shrugged. “Now sit down and eat!”

******

A little while later you were eating strawberries, your head in his lap. His eyes were closed and you were both just enjoying a quiet moment together. He opened his eyes to see you eating the last strawberry, the clean plate beside you. “Wow I didn’t get to even try one of the strawberries, you demolished them!” he said. “You should get more while they’re in season, they’re amazing,” you replied. “I didn’t even know they were in season,” he confessed. “Well they are, trust me,” you replied. He smiled. “I do”. He leaned down to kiss you, but he pulled back quickly his head cocked in curiosity. “What?” you asked, sitting up. Without answering he kissed you again, properly this time. When he pulled back he was grinning. “What is it?” you asked. He attacked you with several quick kisses around your lips, making you giggle. “I thought I imagined it the first time but I guess I didn’t,” he shook his head. “Well, now I can agree, strawberries are  definitely in season.”

Jeon Jungkook:

Originally posted by jeonbase

You knew this was going to happen again when you made plans to spend the day together. You and Jungkook were way too competitive and you’d often try to settle matters with competitions upon competitions. You had gone to the park to play a casual game of basketball, which turned into an aggressive 1 on 1, ending in a tie. This led to a race, then a soccer match… and before you knew it several hours had passed and you were both about to collapse because of the heat and pure exhaustion from your mini Olympics. You had started walking back to his place, and you were still insisting he had cheated in the first game of basketball. He rolled his eyes. “Okay Okay, will you just drop it now?” He looked around and saw an ice cream truck. “OK if I buy you ice cream can we forget the match and move on?” You jokingly mulled it over. “Hmmmm… no but you’re going to buy it anyway,” you smiled and pushed him towards the van, knowing he already knew what you wanted. A few minutes later you were sitting on a bench together. “Well we can agree on one thing,” he said. You tilted your head at him “And what is that?” He put the last of his ice cream in his mouth. “I’m better at picking ice cream flavours.” “OH MY GOD!” you sat back “Does everything have to be a competition with you?!?!” “Only because you won’t admit I’m better than you at anything,” he replied defensively. “And I’m better than you at everything.” “Okay number 1….” you continued on in a rant about how he was wrong but rather than listening he rolled his eyes and kissed you to shut you up. A bit into the kiss he pulled back laughing. “What is it?” you asked. “Well,” he said tilting his head. “I hate to admit this but,” he gave you a peck on the lips. “I can’t deny it,” he shook his head. “You might be right about being better about picking ice cream flavours.” ~admin-coffee-addict.

“You like it when I talk dirty to you, doll?”

A Bucky x Reader Teasing Drabble

#3. Bucky decides to play a game. You’re stuck in a meeting with Steve, Sam, and Tony while Bucky slips dirty comments into your ear through a com you had accidentally left in. You’re stuck squirming the entire meeting, close begging for him to stop and just come touch you.


Your entire body ached- a week long mission full of crouching in small spaces, eavesdropping, and intense fighting had you craving a massage. The sexual tension between you and Bucky definitely wasn’t helping either. The lingering touches, the faint whispers of luck before you’d head out into the field, the sounds of his grunting coming through the coms with each punch and kick he threw; he knew exactly what he was doing, and it was working.

You’d fallen asleep on the jet in your gear, too tired to care about changing. You stretched yourself out over a few seats, your blue Avenger catsuit tight against your curves. You pulled your front zipper down partway, exposing the curves of your breasts. You caught Bucky’s darkening gaze as your eyes drifted closed. 

You sat, still clad in your mission gear, in a windowed conference room with Sam, Steve, and Tony. You were going over the mission and discussing tactics for the next one. Bucky had dismissed himself to shower, Steve allowed it. 

You crossed your legs and leaned back, looking between the three men while they argued. You didn’t care to participate, you were just there to make sure they didn’t tear each other apart. You rubbed your eyes and sighed, your body was begging you for relaxation and caffeine. 

“Little tired there, doll?” Bucky’s voice resonated in your ear and your body tensed. You glanced around the room and found him showered and sitting with a book just outside the conference area. He tapped his ear. “Looks like someone left their com in.”

You opened your mouth to speak before remembering where you were. A need formed between your legs and your thighs flexed instinctively. You had no idea what he was up to, but it had to be something devious.

“The meeting seems boring, mind if I spice it up a tad?” He turned a page of his book, eyes never leaving yours. You nodded, just enough for Bucky to notice, but not enough to draw attention to yourself. Bucky’s lips turned into a smirk. “That’s a good girl.”

Shivers shot down your spine and you crossed your arms, refusing to look at him anymore. If he was going to have his fun, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of your complete attention. 

“Let’s start with you uncrossing those pretty legs of yours, doll.” His voice sounded even raspier through the speaker in your ear. You listened. “What I’d give to be in between them…” A groan passed his lips. 

“Tony, we can’t keep going on missions without planning them out completely.” Steve sighed and plopped down into a chair. “(Y/N), do you have anything to add?”

“Fuck, doll.” Bucky moaned quietly. “Just thinking about stripping you of your soaked underwear and licking your dripping cunt-”

“(Y/N)?” Steve repeated your name. 

“Oh, I, uh…” You heard Bucky snicker on the other end. “Sorry, I kinda zoned out there for a second, I’m just tired from the mission, that’s all. Um, I think we should completely plan out for whatever scenarios we can and go from there.”

See.” Steve gestured towards you and returned his attention to Sam and Tony.

“Are my words distracting, doll?” You tossed a glare at Bucky. “Good to know that I have your undivided attention.”

Your stare hardened and you crossed your legs as a sign of defiance. It only seemed to amuse Bucky.

“You can’t even begin to imagine the things I’d do to you if you allowed me to touch you. My hands would never leave your body; I’d strip you naked and kiss every beautiful inch of your body. My fingertips tickling your skin as they graze over your breasts, my lips lowering and wrapping around your hardening nipples. Fuck, just thinking about even having you naked underneath me…” He sighed and adjusted himself in his pants. “Dropping my hand in between your legs, teasing your swollen clit until your begging me to just let you cum; dipping two fingers inside of you and abusing that aching g-spot until you’ve drenched my fingers; sliding my cock deep in-”

“(Y/N), can you please talk some sense into these men?” Tony pinched the bridge of his nose and stretched an arm out towards you.

“Uh-”

“Pounding into you until you’re screaming my name, harshly rubbing your clit to draw orgasm after orgasm out of you-”

“I don’t really…”

“I wouldn’t stop, not until you’re pleading that it’s too much, that you can’t cum for me anymore-”

“I’m…”

“I’d give you a rest, of course, before pulling you to straddle my face and tasting you. Licking that sore, throbbing clit, nibbling and sucking on it, drawing out yet another orgasm from you-”

You ripped the com out of your ear and smashed it on the table. You furrowed your brows and shot a cold glare at each of the men in the room before standing up.

“Listen, I get that you all think you’re right, but just take a fucking breath and get over your superiority complexes and work together. I don’t like playing mediator, I like playing the girl who’s leaving to go shower and get out of this damn catsuit.” 

You stormed out of the room and went the opposite direction of Bucky, heading to your room. With each step, you could feel your wetness seeping through your underwear. Bucky anticipated your movements and managed to beat you to your bedroom. You pushed past him and he remained in your doorway. You turned to slam your door shut, but stopped when you saw the massive tent in his pants. 

“Do you think that was funny, Barnes?” You spat the words at him.

“No.” He smirked and licked his lips. “I just think you like it when I talk dirty to you, doll, and that you’re too worked up to admit it.”

“Fuck you.” You reached for his hand, yanking him into your room and slamming the door closed behind you.

“Oh, I hope so.”


A/N: I hope you guys liked this! I apologize for it being so short, I’m just really into writing drabbles rn. I’m going to write another drabble soon ;)

(I’m also definitely going to write a long fic featuring much more detail and lots more dirty talk bc I really like this idea and I want to take time to plan out something much more amazing than this.)

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#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 11)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 714

‘#DateMeBuckyBarnes’ Masterlist

A/N: I don’t know what to say…

Originally posted by sebastiansource

“So…did I sweep you off your feet?” Bucky asked eagerly as the both of you walked through the city streets, his hand resting on your back. “Did I impress you enough for a second date with you?”

You shot him a funny look. “You mean friend date, right?” you corrected with a giggle while he shook his head at you, frowning. “This isn’t really a date.”

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Two firsts {Bucky Barnes one shot }

{“Hello :) Would you do a Bucky Barnes imagine where you’re his girlfriend but not an avenger so it happens that you sometimes feel uncomfortable when he invites you to the Tower (you’re also a bit shy) but the others all love you. So one day you visit him after your work wanting to surprise him. When you enter his room he Comes out of the shower and you immediately blush at the sight. You end up that night telling Buck to have your first time with him and he makes it all about you ? :) Thanks} @tieddown-withbattleshipchains

~ I tweaked the request a little, I hope you still like it love, xoxo~ 

Warnings :SMUT , NSFW GIFS, swearing . Fluff 

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Dating Bucky Barnes is something you never saw coming . You met at the grocery store , and immediately clicked , quickly going from friends to more within weeks . You’re a shy girl, you went from living in a small town to moving to New York for work .

You’re still semi in your shell , but bucky is slowly breaking you out . You’ve experienced so many new things with him , from ice skating ,trying fried ice cream ( which you quickly became addicted to )& falling in love . Yes, you love,but you haven’t dared to say the words to him. It’s barely been a few months , and you’re not about to risk ruining what you have with him . You’ve learned so many things about each other over the time you’ve been together , he rarely speaks of his past, but he has his moments when he opens up. He’s shown you his most vulnerable side, his broken side , and it only added to your feelings for him.

There’s still a few things you haven’t discussed yet ,the main ones being meeting his friends , and sex . You never push to meet the others , even though you’re curious as to why he hasn’t brought you to meet them yet . But our grateful sex hasn’t come up yet ; not that you don’t want to be intimate with him it’s just .. you’ve never been intimate with anyone on that level . Sure , the two of you have done .. things . But it hasn’t gone far, neither of you has seen the other naked ; he’s only seen you in your bra 3 times before you pulled away to cool down . Part of you is embarrassed to tell him you’re a virgin , you know he wouldn’t judge you , he’s too sweet (you can’t always shake embarrassment) & the other part of you is terrified , what if you aren’t good? A bunch of ‘what ifs’ are stopping you, and you know it’s ridiculous .

Today though, it seems the universe wants to cross both things off your list .

“ y/n!” Buckys voice echoes through your apartment, waking you from your nap . You grumble and shove your face back into the pillows on your couch .
“ doll it’s 3pm why are you napping?!” He chuckles as he takes in your appearance; had sprawling over the pillows as your face is buried in the fluffy pillows. Your answer is muffled by the pillows . You squeal as his hands grip your waist to flip you over . The wide smile on his face makes you giggle as he hovers above you .

“ I thought you were busy today handsome?” You question as you lift your hand to brush his hair behind his ear . He leans down, pecking your lips before letting his body collapse over yours . You groan as his weight falls on you, making him laugh as he nuzzles his face in to crook of your neck

“ I canceled a few things, I was thinking maybe - if you’re up for it- we could go to the tower, maybe hangout there for the night since you’re off tomorrow?” You hear he hesitation in his voice , does he think I’ll say no?

“ I’d love to Bucky! ”
He lifts his head, locking his eyes on yours
“ you don’t have to y/n I just-”

You smush his cheeks between your hands , successfully cutting him off
“ I want to meet your friends ,who knows , maybe I’ll like them better than I like you.” You smirk while his faves scrunches even more in offense . Before you know it, Buckys hands are digging into your sides , your body twitching as he relentlessly tickles you. You scream at the intrusion , then fall into a fit of giggles

“ maybe I shouldn’t bring you there, I can’t be losing my best girl .” He says as he continues . After 6 minutes of you trying to call a truce and retracting your previous statement that started all this, bucky let up, rolling onto the floor and pulling you on top of him as he lands .
You land straddling his hips , your hands falling to balance yourself on his chest. A smirk plays at his lips as his hands snake up your thighs to grasp your hips .

“ gotta say, I’m liking this position Doll, the view is incredible .”

You blush and move to get up , but his hands tighten and hold you to him . Your heart begins racing when he begins sitting up , when his chest presses to yours and his nose nudges yours you nearly melt into a puddle . The feeling of him under you feels so.. right. He leans in , finally connecting your lips in a messy kiss , a kiss that has you moaning against his lips & and fingers weaving through his hair . His hands Are busy on your waist , guiding your hips to rolling against his hardening buldge . You pull back from him to gasp at the feeling , but he doesn’t let your lips lean his long . Things don’t slow down from there, his hands glide up, lifting your shirt over your head , then gently groping over your bra covered chest . Your back naturally arches at the feeling, pushing more into his hands , his lips finally leave yours to trail down your neck, nipping and lick until he gets to your chest . 

 Your hips keep moving with his , you can feel your center growing wetter and wetter with every roll of his hips and touch of his lips on your chest. You’ve never .. finished before , but gore sure this tightening feeling in your body is a sure sign of it Happening soon, and you find yourself chasing it . Your whimpers are growing louder, hitting an all time high when Bucky begins whispering in your ear .
“ Jesus doll, im going finish and I haven’t even gotten to feel you wrapped around me yet . Are you close too? God, I want to feel you right , warm pussy squeezing my cock Doll , I want to watch you really ride me .”

His hands go to unclasp your bra and you freeze , snapping out of your lust driven daze. You gently push at his chest , putting a little space between you two
“ b-buck, we should get ready to go , don’t wanna keep everyone waiting .” Your voice is shakey as you cock block not only yourself, but bucky too. He’s going to hate me .

He groans at your suggestion , but agrees . He gives you one last deep kiss before letting you off him.
“ this isn’t over doll.” He calls after you as you walk into your room. You sigh as soon as you’re out of eyesight , running a hand through your hair , your body still buzzing from the near orgasm , this man is going to be the death of me .


An hour after meeting the team

Everything has been going great ! Everyone was so welcoming , wanda engulfed you in a hug before she even said hello , and you instantly formed a bond with her and Natasha . Most of the guys (besides Steve) keep commenting on how beautiful you are, and how you’re out of Buckys league. After every comment , you see a flash of annoyance cross Buckys face. After sam makes a comment on how angelic you are compared to Bucky , you can see your boyfriend about to erupt . so before he can say anything to Sam ,you move away from wanda to plop yourself in his lap& wrap your arms around him before commenting back to Sam
“ I’m far from an angel sam .” You wink , and watch as a blush rise on Steves cheeks and sams chokes on the beer he’s drinking from your insinuation .

“ damn Barnes . You really hit the jackpot with this one .” Sam declares after he recovers . Bucky smiles, leaning up to kiss your cheek .

“ im aware . It’s getting kinda late, what do you say we head to bed Doll? ” he asks , his wide puppy eyes silently beg you . He wasn’t lying , it’s almost 2am , so you both say your goodbyes , and promise to be awake for breakfast with everyone in the morning .

He leads you to his room at the tower , and the second you enter you laugh. He has random captain America merchandise all over . He groans , tossing the cap teddy bear off his bed .

“ I’m going to kill Wilson .” He mutters as you double over laughing . There is posters, clocks, a rug shaped like Steves shield and captain America pillows all over the room. Bucky begins digging through his dresser as he grumbles about getting payback . You understand their relationship, they tease each other like brothers , sometimes too much or harsh but they seem to make it past it .

“ I’m gonna jump in the shower real quick doll, get comfy !” You watch him walk away with a towel with a towel in hand , he tosses you a quick wink as he closes the door .

You grab your bag , and switch into your pajamas , but as you search for your shorts you come up empty . You groan and fall back into his bed in only a baggy shirt and panties . How did I forget pants ?!? It’s not your first sleepover with him, but you get just as nervous every time .

The bathroom door swings open, steam billowing out as Bucky emerges with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Holy hell , how - why - DAMN. You take in his bare chest & the sharp V on his waist . He clears his throat, an amused look settling in his face , busted .

“ see something you like darling ?”

You scoff and roll your eyes “ you’re alright .”

Before you even process what’s happening , Bucky is on you, pinning your hands on either side of your head . His lips hovering above yours as he settles between your legs . You let out a tiny squeak as he rolls his barely covered hips down against yours .

“ that’s a shame , since I think you’re a lot more than alright doll.” He whispers, nipping your ear . Your body and mind fall on the same page , and you realize this is it . This is happening , I’m doing this, we are doing this .

His lips land on yours , the kiss sweet and slow . His tongue swipes along your bottom lip and you immediately part , letting his tongue glide against yours , making you moan at the contact . His hands release yours , moving down to crawl up your thighs until they land at the top of your panties . They playfully dip under the band and you break away from his kiss , your eyes wide and full of clear fear . His eyes meet yours and he pulls back
“ what’s wrong ? I- I didn’t mean to push-”

“ no ! No you didn’t - there’s nothing wrong ! I just - uh - I’m- ” you begin stuttering and he takes your face in his hands to calm you.
“ relax , take a breath . ”
You nod, taking a moment before blurting out “im a virgin .” Your eyes widen and you groan , pushing his hands away so you can drop your head into your own . Way to ruin yo mood , god I suck .

You hear a small chuckle and peek through your fingers . Bucky tugs your wrists so your face is no longer hidden .

“ doll, it’s alright . Actually it’s more than alright. Atleast now I know why you alway stop before things go further . I was starting to think you didn’t want me.” He admits , making your heart drop. I never wanted him to think that

“ you are so incredibly wrong Bucky Barnes . I want you so much it scares me . I just … I don’t know what I’m doing and I don’t want to disappoint you .”

He silences you with a kiss, he keeps it gentle and sweet but it still has you panting .
“ you will never disappoint me . Do you want this?” He quietly asks ,
“ yes.” You breath out . He smiles as he ducks done to kiss you again . This time though, it had a rougher edge to it . His lips nip at yours , his hands roam up your shirt to remove it before he slides down to remove your panties . When you’re fully bare Bucky pulls back, looking at your naked body for the first time . A dazzling smile plays at his lips as his eyes travel down your body. Why isn’t he saying anything ?!?!??!

He leans down, his lips kissing just under your ear .“ You’re breathtaking doll. I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so beautiful.” Your panic disappears& Chills rise from his words mixed with his warm breath fanning over your neck .

Your hands cup his face, guiding his lips to Yours . You fall into comfort , your body feeling his as your hips roll against him. You sneak your hand down his body , ripping the towel from his waist . You bite your lip at the sight, his cock bounces against his stomach , how is that going to fit in me?! Oh god , he’s going to break my vagina . Is that even humanly possible? Death by broken vagina , real great thing to have carved on my headstone .

His chuckle snaps you into reality “ doll, I’ll do my best to make sure his doesn’t hurt. Tell me to stop if it’s too much alright? ” you nod in agreement , and then the fun starts .

His lips begin kissing down your neck, switching between sucking and nipping until he reaches your bare chest, with one hand he rolls your pebbled nipple , using his mouth to suck the other Into his warm mouth .
“ oh my god - ” you moan out at the feeling of his teeth grazing your nipple. His free hand travels down , gently Swirling around your clit . You arch your back with a gasp at the feeling , no matter how many times you’ve touched your self you’ve ever actually made yourself cum . The feeling of Buckys rough hands on you is earth shattering .

You fist one hand in the sheets beneath you and one in Buckys hair , holding him to your chest as he switches between nipples . He slides a single finger into your pussy, moaning at how wet you already are . He slowly thrusts it , using his thumb to continue circling your clit. You already feel so full from just one finger , but you want more .
“ bucky please - I need- oh!” Your voice fades into a loud moan as he adds another finger and increases his speed . He Keeps on hands attention on your chest, tugging and rolling your nipples , while his lips dance with yours . You hips lift to press against his finger and he moans out at the feeling

“ you’re so tight, so much tighter than I could of imagined Doll. ” you hum at his words , A gasp slipping out as he adds a third metal finger to your pussy.
“ oh fuck- i think I’m going to -”. You’re cut off by your own orgasm
“ James !” You whimper his name out as pleasure waves over your body, your vision going white at the feeling . His fingers continue , moving slower to pull you through .
Your eyes snap open when you feel his weight disappear from your body , and you watch as he moves lower until he’s eye level with your glistening center .
He hums, before diving in, his tongue licking you clean . The feeling is one you will never get sick of , his tongue lapping at your folds as his finger circles your pussy , teasing it.
You buck your hips closer to his face, craving more, needing more pressure .

“ please !” You beg , already addicted to the new feeling of pleasure he’s brought to you.
“ what do you want doll ? ”
You whimper out , but he doesn’t take that as an answer
“ I need words y/n. Do you want me to keep using my fingers ? Or my mouth ? ” he punctuates each word with the action , sucking your clit harshly before moving up to your lips continuing “ or do you want my cock? Do you want me to -”

You huff out in annoyance and use all your strength flip the two of you so your straddling him, his hard length trapped between you .
His eyes widen as you playfully smirk at him
“ cat got your tongue Barnes ?” You roll your hips against his erection , both of you moaning at the feeling .

He leans up, pulling you so your bare chests are pressed together , and your lips are brushing over each other’s .
“ I love you .” Your breath hitches at his words , the world disappears around you, leaving just the two of you .

“ you don’t have to say it back-”
“ I love you James Buchanan Barnes. ”

You crash your lips to his , and the playful atmosphere turns to pure passion, pure love . The kiss is slow and deep , your hands tugging at his hair as it continues . Your hips roll with his , but oh can’t take the anticipation anymore . You lean back on calves , taking his length in your hand .you swipe the tip through your soaked folds , moaning at the feeling of his warmth on you.

“ are you sure your ready doll?” Bucky asks, his voice gruff . You smile at him and nod
“ make love to me James .” He moans at the sound of his name on your lips , he takes a hold of his member, and lines it up with your entrance before stopping
“ wait do we-”
“ I’m on the pill.” You whine , moving your hips so that his tip lips in . You gasp at the intrusion , only getting louder as he slowly pushes his way into you . He finally bottoms out, you’re fully seated in his lap , his cock stretching you out to the max . It doesn’t exactly hurt , it’s more like a dull ache . He experimentally thrusts, making the ache explode into pleasure .
“ oh!”
He smiles and does it again, receiving a rewarding moan . You lock eyes and smile, letting him know to continue . As he begins thrusting all signs of discomfort leave, replaced with pure pleasure . He doesn’t rush, keeping his thrusts slow , but you’re already craving so much more
“ James , harder , please .” You beg , the conflicted look on his face already tells you he isn’t going to do it , he’s too afraid f hurting you. So you take what you want. You lay your hand on his chest and lift you hips just to drop back down on him. He groans at the feeling , you bite your lip at the feeling of his tip rubbing against a sensitive spot within you . Your pace picks up until you’re bouncing yourself on his dick . His hand switch between roughly gripping your hips, to toying with you tits as they bounce in front of him .


“ holy - fuck Doll you feel so good .” You can’t even form words to respond , your sending over flowing with pleasure . Your bodies are covered with a light layer of sweat , and your thighs are burning from the position but you keep going , bouncing yourself harder on him as you chase after both of your orgasms . His grip tightens on your hips and he flips you , resulting in a surprised yelp from you. He managed to keep his cock nestled inside you during the transition, and immediately picked up a quick pace , slamming himself into you relentlessly. Moans falling from your lips with every thrust , the new angle making things so much more intense . The tightening feeling in your stomach it’s nearing its end once again , and you begins matching Buckys thrusts with your own

“ im so close James , keep- ahh- going!”
He leans back lifting your hips so your lower half is kind of in his lap and he begins pounding into you at an animalistic speed
“James !”
“ cum for me Doll, im right -mmm -behind you” he says. His finger find your clit and behind harshly rubbing against it , sending you spiraling into your finish . The feeling of his finish costing your walls makes You cry out his name from how intense it feels . You tug him down to you, his lips crashing into yours as you ride out your climaxes together . When you part , your breath matches his , labored and harsh . You both smile at each other , you whimper as he pulls out of you , your body already so sensitive . He leans back, watching as his cum along with yours drips out of your pussy . He groans at the sight, biting his lips and massaging your thighs as he does . You raise your eyebrows at him , giggling at his blush when we realizes you caught him just staring at your vagina . He heads to the bathroom , returning with a warm washcloth to clean up. You flinch at the feeling and he sends you an apologetic smile , knowing how sensitive you must be . He tosses the towel and hops back into bed with you .

“ did it hurt ?” He asks as he tugs your body to his, making you the little spoon

“ atfirst it was a little uncomfortable , but it faded into pure pleasure .” You admit with a smile. He chuckles into your hair , holding you tighter against him.
“ I’m happy it was with you James , I love you.” You confess with a yawn. Your eyelids begin fluttering shut and you know it’s a battle you’re going to lose . As you behind drifting asleep you still manage to hear him
“ I love you too Doll.”

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Loving you has been no small feat. It’s no different than someone climbing Mount Everest, hoping to make it to the top and aching with every step they take. But I keep going even knowing this could break me, as much as it’s put me back together. And if I ever get myself to the peak I know I’ll either enjoy the view, soaking in all the beauty that remains.. or I’ll let out a deep sigh, look down below with tears in my eyes and jump from the ledge.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #63
[Got] 7 Deadly Sins: Lust

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Is it really such a sin to admire the beauty the heavens have bestowed upon this vast expanse?

In my former position of exaltation, I’ve seen and known all things that have and will ever exist. Yet, in all my time I have yet to find anything quite as exquisite as the female form. Especially hers.

Sensual, delicate, soft. Lips that could drive any being to insanity, eyes you could drown in, and those curves… Those curves could send this angel straight to hell.

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Should’ve Known Better

Summary: Requested by anon: “Can you write a Grayson imagine where he get sick when visiting your family and he wakes you up in the middle of the night because he’s feeling really sick to his stomach and doesn’t really know what to do because he’s in an unfamiliar place and super fluffy !! Thanks!!”
Word Count: 1,780
Warnings: None. Fluff (?) I hope so!
A/N: Writing this was so much fun. Imagining it as I wrote it made me feel so mushy and now, I want a sick Grayson to look after. I hope I’ve done it justice and I really hope you like it anon! I’ve tried my hardest to make it fluffy and I really hope you enjoy it. Okay, now I’m nervous and anxious. Requests are open as is criticism and feedback. Hope you enjoy reading it!! Xx


You should have known better than to believe your boyfriend when he brushed off your concerns about him coming down with a cold. Despite Grayson doing a poor job of muffling his sneezes, trying to be inaudible as he cleared the ‘itch’ in his throat, you let yourself believe him when he said he was fine and that it was just allergies getting the better of him.

Now though, sitting at the airport, waiting to board the flight, you were kicking yourself internally for having listened to him. You looked over at your boyfriend, his red nose and watery eyes barely hiding just how sickly he was feeling. Catching you staring at him, his lips pulled into a smile.

‘I’m fine, babe’ he said, his cheery voice not doing much to calm the worry that was starting to build inside of you.

The flight to your hometown was long and arduous. Unsurprisingly, Grayson had fallen asleep the minute the two of you were seated. His head nestled in the crook of your neck, arm wound round your waist, he had somehow found a way to snuggle into you even with an arm rest blocking half his body.

The nap had done him some good it seemed, as you both departed the flight, your fingers entwined with his. He seemed livelier, his energy and smile almost back to how it usually was. He had even insisted on carrying both your bags as you exited the airport, waving off your suggestion to use a trolley.

It was late evening when you arrived at your parents’ doorstep. Your parents had pulled you into a hug, their arms somehow managing to wrap both you and Grayson in it. The house was suddenly filled with laughter and conversations, Grayson and your father seating themselves in the living room, while you followed your mother into the kitchen, your dog hot on your trails.

After having covered the basic topics of conversation: how was life in L.A, how was the job treating you, how were things between you and Grayson, your mom turned to you, concern etched across her face.

‘Was it just me or did Grayson appear a bit flushed and not the “I’m turning red because I’m meeting your parents” kind of flushed?’ she asked, her voice soft and worried. You sighed, looking over your shoulder, taking in Grayson’s beautiful face. He seemed to be engrossed in some deep conversation with your father but you would be blind to miss the slight sheen on his forehead and the red that was starting to pigment his nose, just like it had at the airport.

Biting your lip, you turned back to your mother, who was eyeing you patiently.

‘You know how he is. He refuses to accept that he can fall sick. He’s been playing it cool for a week now and it seemed like he had it under control but ever since we left this morning, it hasn’t been looking too good. I’m just going to wait until he finally caves and accepts that he’s not feeling well. If I push him now, he’s just going to huff and puff. I wouldn’t put it past him to beat his chest while he’s at it.’ You replied, rolling your eyes as you spoke.

Laughing softly, she had pecked you on the cheek, before carrying out the food to lay on the dining table. Dinner was uneventful, conversations flowing smoothly. You couldn’t help but keep looking over at Grayson, taking in his appearance. He was doing an okay job of hiding how he was feeling although the gruffness in his throat very obviously gave away just how sore it was. Unable to help yourself, you had held his hand under the table, squeezing it gently, in an attempt to comfort him. He had patted your hand, mouthing, ‘I’m fine’ to you as he did.

Soon after, you both had retired for the night. Grayson was out cold even before you could turn off the light. His snores were quick to fill the room, although the way they were escaping, you were sure Gray was going to wake up with a blocked nose in the morning. Letting out an exhausted sigh, you had curled up next to him, his body warmer than usual, immediately wrapping itself around you.

It was still dark out when you felt Gray shift beside you. You heard him get up and soon after sensed the bathroom door being opened. Not giving it much thought, you drifted back to sleep. Soon though, you were being shaken awake. Sitting up, you rubbed away at the sleep still heavy in your eyes as you squinted at Gray towering over you.

Bathed in the light from the bathroom, one look at him and you knew things had taken a turn for the worse.

‘I didn’t want to wake you-‘ Grayson began but you interrupted him, placing a hand on his bare chest.

“Shh, it’s okay. Lay down and I’ll be right back,’ you replied softly, flinging the sheets of your torso as you got out of bed, your hands deftly tying your hair into a knot. Nodding quietly, Grayson crawled onto your side, pulling the sheets over himself, shivering as he did.

‘I couldn’t find the medicine box,’ he mumbled, as you turned on the beside lamp before padding over to switch off the lights in the bathroom.

‘It’s in the kitchen,’ you answered as you continued, ‘I’ll be right back.’

A slight groan was all you earned in response.

Pulling the medicine box out of the kitchen cabinet, you hurried back to Grayson who was curled into a ball. Sitting down next to him, you pulled out the thermometer before sticking it in his mouth. His beautiful brown eyes, now glazed and unfocused, looked at you, taking in your furrowed eyebrows. His big hands wrapped around your dainty ones, trying to comfort you as you eyed him, worry starting to seep into your bones.

You pulled the thermometer out once it was time, confirming what you already knew. Yup, he was running quite the temperature. You grabbed the glass of water you had placed on the bedside table before falling asleep. Helping him sit up, you handed him the glass before giving him the medicine to swallow. He grimaced as he popped them into his mouth, throwing his head back to down them with ease. You followed it up with a heavy spoon of cough syrup. Grayson pulled a face, about to disagree with you about taking it but one look from you and he had quietly opened his mouth, allowing you to pour the syrup from the spoon, into his mouth. He gagged as he took it in, chugging down the rest of the water to rinse the taste.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, you pushed him down, your skin scorching under his. Grayson was always warm but in this moment, he was burning up. Pulling the sheets so that they covered his body, you tucked him in before you went back into the kitchen to place the medicine box, returning with a wet cloth. Sitting back down next to him, you pressed it against his forehead, trying to absorb some of the heat.

Grayson threw an arm around you, taking you by surprise as he hauled you over and towards him.

‘Gray!’ you squealed clutching at his arms as he did, amazed at his strength, despite being down with the worst fever ever.

‘Cuddle me,’ he whined as you adjusted yourself, allowing him to rest his head on your chest, a leg flung over you, arms wrapped tight around your waist.

Laughing softly, you started running your fingers through his hair, your other hand still pressing the cold cloth to his forehead.

Breathing heavily, he snuggled closer, burying his head deeper, hot air escaping his lips and fanning over your chest as he did. Bending down a bit, you placed a chaste kiss to his temple.

‘More,’ you heard him mumble.

‘You big baby,’ you replied before you peppered him with some more fleeting kisses, across his jaw, on the tip of his nose, his cheeks, wherever you could, you kissed him.

Placing the cold compress on the table next to you, you wound your arms around Gray, your hands barely meeting as they wrapped around his broad shoulders. Gently, you placed your head atop his head, rocking him softly, unaffected by his weight on yours.

 ‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered.

‘For what?’ you quietly asked.

‘For not listening to you earlier,’ he groaned.

Chuckling, you replied, ‘It’s always the same, baby. You think you’re fine and then you’re not. I’m quite used to it by now.’

‘Well, thank you for not rubbing it in by saying I told you so,’ Gray answered.

‘Oh, I intend to! Once, you’re better, I plan on doing it incessantly,’ you replied, grinning.

Groaning even louder, Grayson tightened his arms around you.

‘Now sleep, my love,’ you spoke softly.

‘One more kiss?’ he asked.

Tilting your head, you placed your lips against his. Your hand on the nape of his neck, you kissed him softly, pulling away just as he began to deepen it.

‘Not until you’re better,’ you scolded him before leaning to the side to turn off the lamp.

Breathing out a puff of air, Gray closed his eyes, pulling your hand until it was placed atop his head. Picking up on what he wanted, you went back to running your hands through his hair, waiting for the medicines to take affect, knowing full well, they’d have him out soon. Within minutes, you felt Gray’s arms loosen around your waist, his snores yet again filling the dark of your room.

As much as you loved Grayson being all macho and tough, these rare moments when he liked being babied held a special place in your heart. You had a certain fondness for them although you wished they didn’t happen under the current circumstances. Humming, you continued to run your fingers through his hair, until sleep caught up to you as well.


Needless to say, your mother found it heart wrenchingly adorable, when she came to wake you up the next day, only to find you both nestled in each other’s arms. Your head leaned back, resting against the headboard, Grayson wrapped into your side, the majority of his body flung over yours, your arms wound around his, holding him in place. Smiling to herself, she quickly snapped a picture of the two of you, before pulling the sheets to better cover you both. Quietly closing the door behind her, she went about preparing breakfast for the two of you, her mother’s instincts at play, knowing full well, she’d have not one but two very sickly babies by the end of the day.

Change - Jughead x Reader

A/N: This is my FIRST time writing smut… I hope its all good guys also sorry about the ending, idk how to end smut. I also didn’t tag anyone j in case they don’t like smut

Request: Smut where Jughead walks in on Reader getting changed, turns hot and heavy ;)

Warnings: Smutttttttttt and swears, and the word vagina because who reads smut and doesn’t expect there to be the word vagina in there. 

Word count: 1456

Italics = Thoughts 


Your POV

You had just finished your shift at Pops and decided to take a shower, it should be a while before your best friend/high school crush/roommate Jughead Jones came home, he was working late investigating for his novel with Betty.

You turned on the water and got undressed, putting your hand in the stream line to check the temperature, you jumped in.

It wasn’t an extraordinary shower, you washed your hair and body, shaved, and washed off that day’s make up.

You turned off the water and then you jumped out you reached for your towel but realised you didn’t have one, you decided to run to your room and grab it, so you walked to the door

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To The End of Time

SPN FanFic

~Dean picks up the pieces after a devastating accident~

Dean x Reader, Sam

2,600 Words

Warnings: Angst. Death. Blood. Implied Sexual Activity. Mostly just Dean Angst.

A/N: This is my entry for @butiaintgonnaloveem Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge! My song prompt was Meatloaf’s ‘Paradise By The Dashboard Light’. I went in a totally different direction than I had originally planned, I hope you like it… 

For the first two days he did nothing. Bruised and concussed, Dean sat on a stool in the garage staring at the wreckage.

Sam checked on him every few hours. He brought him food at mealtimes and cold beers now and then that sat at his feet untouched. He didn’t bother him; Dean was grieving. Sam had seen it before, but this time it was worse. He didn’t speak, refused to look up when Sam entered the room. Gone was the brave front, the placations that so often peppered the elder Winchester’s vocabulary. He wasn’t fine, so he didn’t say it. Sam kept a watchful eye, but he left Dean alone to do what he had to do.

On the evening of the second day, Dean got up; he legs protested with the sudden movement and his muscles twitched, reminding him with each step of the trauma. He ignored the pain and set to work, silently walking around his Baby, deciding where best to start. His hands passed over the hood, dipping into the fresh dents; his fingers catching on the mangled metal that stuck out at odd angles.

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10 | Tomorrow

BTS MAKNAE LINE X READER AU

WORD COUNT: 3,265

WARNINGS: SWEARING, ANGST, FEELS, ETC

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Sweat beaded your forehead as you ran through the sea of people flooding the airport, your breathing was erratic and Jungkook was nowhere to be seen. Your heart hammered angrily against your chest, where was he? There you were, willing to drop your life for him and he didn’t have the decency to even answer the phone the 14 times you’d called.

Close to giving up your eyes wandered the busy scene desperately once more, much to your surprise you saw a tall, broad figure wearing all black holding what looked like to be a Louis Vuitton luggage bag. Your Louis Vuitton luggage bag. That had to be him. You ran up to the man who was speedily walking away, his wide strides almost impossible for you to catch up with.

“Jungkook!” You shouted, earning a stare from a dozen pairs of nosey eyes in the process.

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Hunted {BTS Mafia!au}

 PART 1

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: BTS mafia au
Warning: angst, smut (at some point), violence, mentions of prostitution/drugs, swearing, other dark themes I can’t think of right now 

Writer: Bom

Word count: 1566

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Summary: Y/N  Y/L/N is the daughter of Y/F/N Y/L/N, leader of the most renowned gangs in the mafia. While working, Y/N catches the attention of Min Yoongi, leader of one of the most feared gangs within the mafia. And he will stop at nothing to get her…

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Anonymous said: May I request a scenario where Shouto hears his female crush saying to her friend that she finds him really cool and handsome but she dares not to confess her feelings to him ~ ❤

Anon, before I say anything else, thank you!! <3 I altered your request so that Shouto’s crush is talking to more than one friend. I hope this doesn’t make you unhappy because omg, did I enjoy writing this!

Warnings: None, but when I wrote this, I imagined it happening after the Field Training Arc, so although it’s not necessary to read up to this arc for this scenario, if you already have, some things here may make more sense to you :)

“Worst boy? Easy! Mineta.”

His fingers centimeters from the door, Todoroki stops dead as he hears Yaoyorozu’s bitter comment and the laughter that follows. The hand that was about to slide the door open, he brings back to his side.

All of a sudden, entering the classroom seems like the last thing he should do, which is pretty stupid, or as Sensei (Eraserhead) would say, irrational, since Todoroki has to get to class somehow… but it’d be a mistake, he feels it.

To barge into the classroom when Class 1-A’s girls are in the middle of their gossip, Todoroki would sooner turn around and enter Class 1-B. At least their confusion and Monoma’s taunts would be easier to tolerate than the girls’ fury, but that option disappears when out of the multiple voices, he recognizes yours.

“I do have a crush on a boy in our class.”

Crush? Todoroki takes a step back and leans against the wall alongside the door, careful not to make noise. He knows he’s putting himself at risk, but he can’t walk away, ignore this. His heart won’t allow him to. Your crush, whoever it is, at least knowing will put this, his feelings for you, to rest. It could very well not be him, but Todoroki wouldn’t unleash a flurry of curses or use violence to express his disappointment. He’s not Bakugou.

But if Todoroki is being honest, he hopes it’s him.

“Ooooh, what’s he like?” Ashido excitedly asks.

“Incredibly cool and handsome, but… it’s his eyes that make me weak. When he’s serious, they’re so determined, but when they soften, they’re so warm. There’s always something going on behind those eyes. And his quirk! The way he uses it, it’s beautiful, and he really makes it his.” You finish your sentence with a long sigh, almost dreamily.

While squeals fill the classroom, Todoroki’s heart drops. Anyone who heard the high praise would know that it isn’t an infatuation you’re having, it’s a deep fondness. This crush of yours… Tokoyami??

Todoroki’s interactions with him have been very minimal, but thinking about it, Todoroki supposes he is cool, certainly calm under pressure. Handsomeness is something he can’t answer, but Tokoyami’s quirk, it’s definitely unique. Paired with his other abilities, he’s quite strong. Could he be your type? Todoroki closes his eyes, pained at the thought.

Hagakure presses you on. “Sooo, who is he?”

“Todoroki.” you say quietly, but he doesn’t miss it. Todoroki opens his eyes, recalling your compliments from earlier.

All of it, they were about him! The realization overwhelms Todoroki slightly, and a blush colors his face a faint pink.

Naturally, the gossip carries on.

“Will you confess?” asks Uraraka.

“No, I can’t. I don’t have the courage to. I’d be so nervous! I wouldn’t even be able to look him in the eye because, well, you know already how I feel about his eyes.”

At this, Todoroki’s eyes widen, and he startles when he feels a tap on his arm. He turns, meeting a concerned gaze. “Midoriya?”

“Your bag…”

Todoroki sees where Midoriya is pointing. It’s his school bag, singed at the handles under his left hand. He must’ve done this unconsciously, flustered from listening to you.

Willing his quirk to settle, Todoroki wordlessly moves his bag to his right hand.

Midoriya’s concern noticeably lessens. “Are you still getting used to using your left side?”

“Yeah,” Todoroki lies. “I never thought it’d act up in this way.” He looks at his left hand, then at Midoriya again, and although the boy doesn’t know which way specifically Todoroki is referring to, he beams, sliding the door to the classroom open. “Shall we?” Todoroki nods, grateful Midoriya hasn’t asked him why he’d been standing motionless in the middle of the hallway.

Todoroki walks in a straight line to his desk, briefly sparing a glance at you. True to your words from earlier, you can’t look Todoroki in the eye and only concentrate on the chalkboard, though it’s blank.

More Class 1-A students enter until every seat is occupied, and Sensei squirms in, enveloped in his sleeping bag, and mutters a good morning, thus beginning the first class.

In the back row, Todoroki tunes out Sensei’s instructions, fixated on the back of your head. He thinks about what you said, that you can’t confess to him because of nerves mainly, and he can’t blame you for that, considering recent events, where he’d been less than approachable. Still, he makes up his mind.

Todoroki watches as you, oblivious to his stare, raise your hand to answer a question.

He can confess to you.

Beautiful (Snowbaz AU)

A/N: featuring selectively mute!Simon and soft!Baz

- - Simon - -

I don’t think I’ve ever been in the library before, but I have no idea where Penny is and this is my last reasonable idea (the next one being that she’s gone for a swim in the lake, but seeing as it’s about 10 degrees out, this is my last hope).

I walk in and start to call for her before being angrily shushed by a grouchy looking lady behind the desk. “Oops,” I whisper – well, try to whisper, which Penny says is basically a normal talking voice for anyone else when I’m in ‘loud mode’ as she calls it– “sorry, but have you seen my friend Penny?” The lady just glares at me and puts her finger against her lip, so I shrug and decide to just wander the shelves and try and find her myself. Too loud, I mentally rebuke myself. I’m always either too loud or too quiet. The only time I’m okay is when I’m with Penny. She’s good at letting me know. ‘Too loud, Simon,’ she’ll say, or ‘I can’t hear you, love, a little louder?’ I’m also not as anxious around her, so my tongue doesn’t freeze up and feel like lead, not anymore at least. I don’t choke over my words with her.  I shove my fingers into my jean pockets, desperately trying to regain feeling in them and wander deeper into the library. It smells old, but not bad. Like maybe a bunch of posh ancient  vampires lived here. The shelves tower overhead and I could probably get lost if I’m not careful. I’d need a trail of breadcrumbs or something to ever find my way back to the grouchy lady and the front door, but Penny will help me once I find her.

I keep wandering and weaving, peering around shelves and quietly whisper-screaming Penny’s name. I am hushed countless times by people sprawled on overstuffed chairs with thick books and annoyed frowns. After about thirty minutes I’ve given up; even if Penny is somewhere in this maze I’ll never find her. Plus, all the books are distracting (I’ve never been much of a reader, but the pictures on the covers are fun to look at).

Then another thing – well, person – catches my eye. He could be a posh library vampire if he were paler. He has long, dark hair pulled up in a messy bun like it was done up in a rush. Large hipster glasses are sliding off of his narrow nose- which is currently buried in a book. The shadows from the soft yellow lights in the ceiling fall against his face, accenting his sharp cheekbones and firm jawline. I stare open-mouthed at this boy, blinking a few times to make sure he isn’t just a figment of my imagination.

The boy sighs and shifts and I quickly push myself back behind the shelves, knocking over a couple of books as I move. Shit, shit, shit, he probably heard that. I wait for a little while, listening for movement, but don’t hear anything. Maybe he didn’t hear it. I slowly move forward again, peering around the shelf. He’s still there, still reading. I drink in the sight of this absolutely beautiful boy. He coughs, startling me and I start to move back again- tripping over my shoelaces as I go. I fall to the floor with a loud bang, and land on my back. I turn my head and stare through the books, but the chairs on the other side are empty. The boy is gone. I sigh and turn my head back up to stare at the ceiling. Only-there’s a person in my way. Startling grey eyes meet mine and I swallow back a gulp. Wisps of his hair fall against his cheeks. He’s even more beautiful up close.

“Mind telling me why you were watching me?” His voice is deep, deeper than mine. And smooth. A light lilt following his words. I open my mouth to reply, and then shut it again and close my eyes. My verbal communication skills are shitty at best, and in front of a beautiful boy they’re bound to be horrible. I don’t want to ruin the moment (if this even is a moment).

A light thud to my left causes me to open them again and look over. His nose brushes mine from where he’s lying on the ground next to me and he smirks. “You’re staring again,” he whispers. I feel his breath against my face and smile a bit at him, blushing. He grins back and turns his head towards the ceiling. I stare a while longer before looking up as well. The ceiling is quite beautiful, with arches made of dark wood forming large frames for beautiful murals and paintings. We’re lying under a night sky, painted white stars shining down on us. He tilts his head towards me and points a long elegant finger up. “See those brighter stars? In the top corner?” he whispers, tracing them with his finger in the air. I nod. “That constellation is called Cassiopeia, named after a boastful Ethiopian queen in Greek mythology.”

I slowly turn my head away from the stars on the ceiling and back to him. To his bright eyes and small smile as he passionately explains the stories in the stars. He points out a couple of others before meeting my eyes again and pausing.

“I’m Baz.”

“Simon.” I whisper.

I watch him mouth my name, curving his lips around each letter as if treasuring and memorizing each one. Simon. “Well, Simon.” His voice is breathy and light, “what do you see in the stars?”

I look back up, glancing over at him continuously. He nods encouragingly. Hesitantly opening my mouth I wish to everything that words could tumble out but they catch in my throat. I press my lips together and close my eyes, trying to control my shaking hands. I almost wish that I had continued therapy, that it had worked so I could fucking talk to this beautiful boy. That my continuous panic attacks during behaviour therapy hadn’t finally made me give up. Deciding to instead learn sign language with Penny alongside me for rough situations anxiety-wise, where my words choked me and my mouth betrayed me.

“Hey, hey” he whispers, noticing my obvious distress. He reaches out and grabs my hand. “You’re okay, Simon” oh how he says my name. It rolls off his tongue easy and light. “You’re okay,” he repeats, “Do you wanna know what I see in the stars?” I clench my eyes together and nod trying to focus on my breathing. The last thing I want right now is a panic attack. Why couldn’t I have this? Just this. This beautiful boy with his smile and his whispers about the stars.

“Okay,” he continues and points again with his left hand, his other hand staying over mine. “Well if you connect those stars it looks kind of like a dog. I mean not really, but it’s called the Canis Major. Which basically means big dog. I suppose if you use your imagination you can see it. That’s what I love about constellations. You have to use your imagination, otherwise they’re just weird connect-the-dots that don’t look like anything at all.” He looks back at me and I squeeze his hand and smile at him, blinking slowly, trying to savor this wonderful moment. How did I end up on the floor staring at a painted sky with a beautiful boy who doesn’t care that I could barely get my name out. A beautiful boy who lights up when he’s talking about stars and who doesn’t seem to want to let go of my hand.

“Simon,” His breath caresses my face, pulling me out of my thoughts. “Would you like to go get coffee with me?”

“Yes,” I whisper back, my voice cracking slightly from unuse.

“Okay,” he says, “but first you have to answer one question.”

I nod eagerly.

He leans in, nose brushing mine. “Why were you watching me?”

I stare at his lips, not ready to look into his sharp grey eyes. “I- “ I pause, lick my lips, raise my eyes to his.

“You’re beautiful,” I breathe out.

He leans in closer, and his lips brush mine as he whispers back.

“You’re pretty cute too.”

Bad Boy (Part 4).

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader.

Warnings: Talk about gangs, some slight violence, mentions of cuts and blood. Trashed furnitures.

Word Count: 1011.

Rating: 18+

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As always I’m tagging my lovely, lovely wives @sexylibrarian1 and @thecrownedrose along with @ryverpenrad @supernatural-girl97 @brokenanxiety @palaiasaurus64 Enjoy!


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