my lips like sugar

Don’t fall in love with me.
I’ll kiss you in public until our
tongues tangle and the police
will have to arrest us for being
too vulgar.
I’ll make inappropriate jokes and
I can be loud enough to get us
kicked out of the mall.
I won’t wake up early in the
morning just to get breakfast
with you.
I won’t comfort you at 2am during
the rain—I am the storm.
I won’t really chase after you
the way you want me to because I
don’t give a single fuck about
our conflicts. I don’t want small
talk—I want the universe as a
Don’t fall in love with me,
because I’m drowning in the sea
of anxiety and even the sea
monsters have learned how to stay
away at the scent of my blood.
I won’t be like sugar beneath
your lips—I’ll be the salt in
your open wounds.
I’ll be the flowers growing from
your ribcage but with thorns—
beautiful but it’s gonna be
painful with every single move
you’d make.
I’ll be at your doorstep at night
begging you to stay when you grow
tired of me, but I’ll see you
like a tree house where I can
live in for days without wishing
for the solid ground, but still
I’d leave you hanging from that
tree when I get bored of you.
You’ll wake up every morning to
the scent of flowers and the sea,
and I will capture you like a
moth to flames until the
scorching heat burn your skin.
I’m a monster with a devilish
grin, so don’t fall in love with
me, you don’t know what you’re
getting into.
artwork by Chiara Bautista

Requested by anonymous

How your friend convinced you to do this, you’ll never know. She was the drummer of a band, and their lead singer got very sick right before a gig, so she begged you to fill in. She knew you could sing well, and you knew most of the songs the band tended to cover. You were nervous, but at least most of the audience will never see you again if you do happen to mess up.

Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine

Candyman, Candyman

Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine,” you sang.

You leaned into the mike to whisper the next part, “Sweet sugar candy man.

As you leaned in, you noticed people walking in. First was Tony Stark. Of course he would find out you were going to be performing. You suspected your friend invited him, not knowing you didn’t want people who actually knew you in the audience. But behind him was Steve and Bucky. Your crushes. You shot a glare at Tony, but he didn’t notice. And behind them was the rest of the Avengers.

Nonetheless, you continued the song.

I met him out for dinner on a Friday night

He really had me working up an appetite

He had tattoos up and down his arm

There’s nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm

He’s a one stop shop, makes the panties drop

He’s a sweet-talkin’, sugar coated candy man

A sweet-talkin’, sugar coated candyman.

The Avengers found seats towards the back to watch you. Bucky in particular seemed to be enjoying the song. Steve, however, blushed at the “makes the panties drop” line.

He took me to the Spider Club at Hollywood and Vine

We drank champagne and we danced all night

We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise

the gossip tonight will be tomorrow’s headline.

Maybe you could have fun with this. Maybe it wasn’t so bad that Tony brought the Avengers.

He’s a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop.” You winked at Steve and Bucky. Luckily they were so far in the back that you could’ve been winking at anyone, or no one. The two of them leaned close to each other to whisper, seeming confused.

“He’s a sweet-talkin’, sugar coated candy man

A sweet-talkin’, sugar coated candyman

He’s a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop

He’s a sweet-talkin’, sugar coated candy man oh

A sweet-talkin’, sugar coated candyman.”

You turned to look at your drummer friend, who only grinned and winked at you. You shot her a glare in return. You had a feeling she planned this. You rolled your eyes and turned back to the audience for the next verse.

Well by now I’m getting all bothered and hot

When he kissed my mouth he really hit the spot

He had lips like sugar cane

Good things come to boys who wait.

If there was any hiding what the song was about, that was now out the window. Only thing to do was to play it up.

Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine

Candy man, candy man

Sipping from a bottle of vodka double wine

Candy man, candy man.

You took the microphone off the stand and walked to the edge of the stage. You leaned in, an innocent look on your face, and your finger up to your lips as if telling a secret. “Sweet sugar candy man,” you whispered. You then stood up straight for the next line.

“He’s a one stop, gotcha hot, making all the panties drop.” You fanned yourself with a hand as you sang this line, as if you were actually hot.

“Sweet sugar candy man,” you whispered again with a wink.

“He’s a one stop, got me hot, making my uh pop,

Sweet sugar candy man.” On this whisper, you made sure to look at Steve and Bucky. They were both red with a blush, especially Steve.

“He’s a one stop, get it while it’s hot, baby don’t stop

Sweet sugar.”

You finished off the song to an enthusiastic cheer from the crowd. You heard a whistle that you were pretty sure came from Tony, and you bowed. You knew there was a small break before the next song, so you stepped off the stage to go greet the Avengers.

“That was really good, Y/N,” Steve said, with Bucky agreeing.

“Didn’t know you had it in you!” Tony cut in. “You’ve probably earned some admirers with that performance.” He gave a sly smile and poked both Steve and Bucky in the back. The two of them again blushed.

“Stark,” Steve said in a warning tone.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me. You enjoyed the performance. I’m the reason you knew about it,” Tony defended himself.

Listening to music, thinking about JDM

Candyman - Christina Aguilera

He had tattoos up and down his arm,

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

There’s nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm.

Originally posted by maritamorgado

Well, by now I’m getting all bothered and hot,

Originally posted by teamlucille

When he kissed my mouth he really hit the spot.

Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

He had those lips like sugar cane,

Originally posted by rikkisixx

Good things come for boy who wait…

Originally posted by jdmfanfiction

He’s a one stop shop, makes the panties drop,

Originally posted by teamlucille

He’s a sweet talkin’ , sugar coated candyman.

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

@i-am-negan-trash @evansrogerskitten @prettyepiic @negans-dirty-girl @ashzombie13

His Pet-Names For You|H.Osterfied

Originally posted by tommohollo

Others in this series: 

  1. Tom Holland 
  2. Peter Parker 
  3. Sam Holland 
  4. Harry Holland 
  5. Harry Styles 

Tags: @petersjacket


  • She was your favorite fairy 
  • He had bee calling you this since the night you both met
  • You were dressed up as the famous fairy 
  • “Look at that, I’m the Peter to your Tinkerbell..” 
  • “Isn’t it the Windy to my Peter though?” 
  • “Shhhh Tinkerbell..” 

Ma Tresor: 

  • Wasn’t used often 
  • It was saved for special occasions
  • He had picked it up after one of his trips with Tom 
  • It means ‘My Treasure’ in french 
  • “You Ma Tresor, none like you..” 

Sugar Lips: 

  • Cause your lips are as sweet as sugar 
  • Never getting enough of you
  • “Sugar lips come here.” 
  • “I need some loving sugar lips”


  • It as Irish 
  • You were a blushing mess when he first called it 
  • It was used in sweet moments, only when addressing you privately
  • You loved the intimacy of this one 


  • You had a spark to you 
  • Always biting back 
  • He loved it when you would snap even at the little things 
  • “My little firecracker you are..” 
  • “Watch it..” 
Candyman (Gabriel x Reader)

My very late contribution to @becaamm‘s song challenge.
My song was Candyman by Christina Aguilera, and character Gabriel (duh).
Basically pure smut. Enjoy xo
Word count: 1847
Beta’ed by wifey @pepperwoodatnight

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Tarzan and Jane were swingin’ on a vine
Candyman, Candyman
Sippin’ from a bottle of vodka double wine
Sweet sugar candy man

I met him out for dinner on a Friday night
He really had me working up an appetite
He had tattoos up and down his arm
There’s nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm

The first time you met Gabriel was at the college where he worked as a janitor. The first thing you noticed about him was how well that uniform suited him. It might have looked boring or ugly on any other man, but damn if it didn’t make you want to jump his bones. And you did. The same night, before Sam and Dean had figured out that he was the trickster. Oh you felt guilty, but he had been so charming, and so irresistible. Not to mention his lips tasted like candy and he made you cum three times in a row… and then he had fucked you.

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anonymous asked:

1) Fam I need help. New Yoonjin shipper right here. I want to start reading fics so I would love a few recs. As far as I can tell bottom!jin is what's more popular (seems like our fandom cannot appreciate bottom!yg at all lol) and I'm very happy with it. But I noticed in quite a few fics he's basically portrayed as a girl? Like, super feminine, delicate and fragile. Which, as a Jin stan, is a big nono. He's still a (very fine) man, pink Jin or not.

2) So. Anything I can read that won’t trigger my yaoi manga-bottom hating self? I swear I tried but it irks me so much. Maybe it’s because I’m gay myself so whenever I come across something that faintly reeks of stereotypes I book it out of the room Bolt style. But I love this otp and I love the idea of bottom!jin and yoongs taking care of him. Help a brother out! I’m desperate for good content. Thanx!

hey bro anon! i fully understand your concern. so i hope i’m giving you the right fics to recommend this time

these two are set in the same universe from onyu. i really recommend this i love her ad agency au so much i swear:

that’s all i got for you for now. but honestly, i think you should try all onyu’s yoonjin fics and see if you’ll fall in love with how she describes yoonjin in all her fics (hint: so much pinning and slow burn). btw i literally only took everything from my ao3 bookmark on this rec list haha but i hope you’ll enjoy them!

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my lips like sugar 💋🍬

The sweetness of September has left my lips but you still drip like sugar from my tongue. It’s not fair.

Because I exist like salt on raw gums but all I can picture is dragging my anxiety over the crooks you call lips and staining your skin the shade my doctor prescribed to heal the vacancy you painted my everything. And it doesn’t matter doesn’t matter doesn’t matter that you mark me like a hospital band alone but separate because I can’t I can’t I can’t sleep at night without three pills and a chaser because the shade of sky pooling on the wall looks too much like your eyes. I’m in love.

Maybe I’m too much or maybe I’m too little too frequent too forgettable but you left two months ago and I still taste you in old films and book pages like frost on my cheeks. And I’m sorry because I can’t forget can’t forget can’t forget the the brush of your skin like velvet against the heartbeat I call a harp because you played my heartstrings like a symphony.

I picture you in metaphors.
You picture me in past tense.
Too bad you never liked English.

—  I call this poetry and you call it bullshit
Goodbye’s In The Morning // Chris Evans x Reader

words: 2000+

characters: Chris and You

warnings: fluff

summary: Goodbyes are sometimes just too bittersweet. (shitty summary ik, I’m sorry, I’m tryin’ to be ‘elusive’)

Chris looked at the hotel room and saw you; the most beautiful thing he’d ever be able to see on this earth.

You were radiant in the rays of sunlight that were often rare for January mornings in Boston. Nevertheless, he thanked the gods for those beams of sunlight as they glistened across your morning dew, your puffy lips from a long, well-deserved sleep with your man finally wrapped in your arms once more.

With a toothbrush sticking out of his mouth and covered only by boxer which left him chilly; he felt an overwhelming sense of joy pour into his heart as he watched you, in all your morning glory.

The thing was that; you were nothing special, in your eyes and many- possibly millions of others. You were not an actress or a singer. You didn’t excel tremendously in school or have the body that plastered the magazines and the internet, deeming them as the ‘sexy bod’s you can get in a week’ or the ‘body that she never thought she could get’. 

Well, guess what? You had rolls of fat on your stomach and you always had a hankering for chocolate. You were far from any magazine’s standard of a ‘goddess’. That didn’t mean Chris deemed you less of a goddess, far from it. 

You were his goddess. He cherished the ground you walked on, he loved the way you mismatched your bra’s and panties because you believed ‘matching bras and panties is for pornstars and people who try too hard.’

He was in love with your integrity, humor, passions, dreams, and so much more he’d lose his mind if he listed them all now.

He was just a sick puppy-man in love, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

When you love something, Chris always used to believe you could love only to a certain degree.

There’s only so much a person can give to another, right? Love was one of the most intimate things a human has, and giving that away was like taking your soul and handing it out as a flyer. Chris never wanted his heart handed out over the streets of Boston or any city he visited. He wanted it safe in his own hands, or at least in the hands of someone who he’d know would never do wrong by him. So many times, he gave his heart away. Only to find it in crumpled up forms at his doorstep a year, at most, later.

That was until he met you. Every moment Chris spent with you, he saw more and more of what true love is. It was so imperfect and upsetting, Chris loved every moment he had it, though.

You weren’t perfect, you were stubborn, moody when tired, lazy, and yet all of that could be washed away in a second. As soon as he saw you smile.

True love…

That’s holding someone’s hair back as they continued to vomit into the toilet after bad seafood.

Cleaning up the dishes while they watched a program you hated to hear blasting on the television.

Listening to you along to songs while being out of tune, and never changing the station even if it was Taylor Swift, again.

It was making sure that the car was warmed before someone got in.

That the had been coffee brewed before you’d wake up your significant other.

Watching them show their faults and quirks and never blinking an eye to any of them.

Love was unconditional and that was the best part… you didn’t have to try hard when it came to true love because it was True. Fucking. Love.

The universe made two people for each other, and they fit perfectly together. With faults, weird habits and all.

“Whatcha smirkin’ at over there, Chrispy Creme?” Shrugging, Chris got up and walked over to you laying in white fluffy sheets with a tea being nursed in your cold hands.

He felt a smile rise again to his lips when a giggle came from you watching the hotel’s television where they played a marathon of The Office. Here you were, sitting up with you legs crossed and your hair messily braided into two parts. Your sparkling, morning eyes couldn’t tear away from the television as you saw Dwight bag Meredith’s head with a bat inside it.

There was a marathon of The Office on TBS. Very much to your delight, he may add. You were a fangirl at heart. For The Office, Marvel, Disney; not to Chris’s own extent, but still considered a fangirl.

It was no secret that movies and tv were the escape you used as a child, teenager, and even now in adult life. Your childhood was not one to look back and smile about and school… well, t paid for therapist’s underground pool, let’s say that. Chris hurt to think that all those years you suffered, feeling alone and unaccepted in your tiny world in a small town that was a junkyard, to begin with. You never spoke of the people of your past anymore, never since you told Chris everything about your upbringing, clearly stating you never wanted to speak of it again. Which was understandable, but still. Chris’s heart still tightened up when he thought of you at eleven years old, sitting alone on the grass as the other kids played around with their friends and you broke grass in half, one by one, counting every tear off each strand of greenery you tore apart until the bell rang to go back inside. He wished he was there, him being his eleven-year-old self, offering you to play basketball or go on the swing sets together.

The thought of you all alone tore his heart in two. It left tears in his eyes as he faced his own reality that was slowly seeping back into his brain, sending an emotional bomb off in his chest.

He had to leave you in two hours, alone. In two hours you were going to be that eleven-year-old, stuck all alone on the playground. You were eleven with two braids split straight down the middle, in overalls and a ripped pink t-shirt, getting teased with no one to defend your honor for why you came to school with dirty on your knees and elbows. Hair greasy and shoes with holes in the soles.

“Chris… are you okay? You look like you’ve just seen something awful?” Setting the mug on the nightstand, you got to your knees and wobbly made your way across the bed and over to the man that towered over you. Ironically you seemed to be the tall one now, as tears brimmed his eyes and his hands became fidgety hanging low in front of him.

“N-no. I-I just… my flight.”

“O-oh.” Now it was your turn to become the small one, again. You felt his fingers try to hold your own but for some reason, you let them slip through as you turned around and got back into bed. Denying the fact that he was going to be gone again for two weeks. Having the time of his life while you filed paperwork for patients for the third floor of the Boston’s Child Hospital.

“Common, please… it already hurts enough that I’m leaving-”

“Well, how do you think I’m feeling then!” I burst out at him like a firecracker, lifting my head off the cold pillow that smelled like his shampoo, making me even more upset.

Chris crossed over to the bed and sunk his knees to the floor leaving on the bed with his elbows as he brushed back your bangs that covered your wide-eyed fear of seeing him take off on an airplane once again, leaving you here with nothing to come home too.

“I can’t have you hating me when I leave, Sweet Pea? I won’t. I won’t leave here, goddammit!” His tone came out more comedic than angry which made you smile a tad, letting a bit of light into Chris’s heart again just at the tug of your lips that he saw.

Your face was barely shown to him as you buried it into his pillow. Only one beautiful doe eye peeked out at Chris. Just a corner of your lips was visible, letting him see the small smile. Coming forward to rested his head on the same pillow, your noses were close enough to touch s he smiles at your pinched cheeks from the emotions running through you.

You mumbled into the pillow, pulling your face out so Chris could stroke your burning cheek gently with his fingers.

“You really wouldn’t leave if I was hating you?”  He shook his head, smiling a toothy grin,

“Not if they paid me in the billions, Peanut.” Smiling, I let my demeanor down and twisted my body to face Chris’s, I gave a weak smile that gave Chris’s eyes almost a sparkle at the sight of my small gesture of acceptance.

“What about trillions?”

“Nope, mm-hm.”


“Not gonna happen sweets. You’re worth all the gold a leprechaun could ever give me.” 

Okay, I giggled at that one. Chris saw the whites of my teeth start poking out and gave me a wide grin. Tackling me on the bed I yelped in surprise.

“There she is! There’s my girl!” I giggled as Chris kissed my peaked my face all over, finding any spot he could to cover his lips in until he settled on my own warm lips. My lips tasted like tea but overpowered by the hint of sugar, but most of all warmth. The warmth from the hot drink and now warmth from his body pressing into mine. I parted my lips and head his face back, smiling up at those blue eyes I knew I was a goner for the second I saw them reach mine.

“Let’s get you ready for two weeks of being Captain America again, baby.” Chris smiled down at me, cupping my right cheek with his large hand. “It’s a press tour, babe. I’m not gonna be in my suit or anythin’.”

“I know, but the world is gonna be seeing their Cap after a long time. They’ve missed seeing their hero for so long. I know I do, even when you leave for just two weeks.”

He looked taken aback but held back the emotion that was ablaze in his eyes, “I’m your hero.”

“Of course you are! You’re not just my hero, you’re my best friend and the love of my life… even if you weren’t Cap, you’d still be my hero, Baby.” Sniffling, he leaned down and kissed my nose softly, yet lingering for a longer time before finally, pulling himself away which looked like a struggle throughout his whole body.

“God. Can I pack you into my suitcase? Please? I mean you could fit if we leave all my clothes here…”

I gave my hero a grin and shrugged, “Why not?”

(I mean, I had to leave this! It’s Jim for goodness sake!)

A/N: Please leave feedback if you can! It means more than you think and it helps me for future stories on what you guys like and want to read more of! Love you all, thank you so much reading <3 - R .x

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You're So Sweet - *Request*

Zach Imagine Request

For (sorry about the link your name wouldn’t show up when I tried to tag you).


Description: Just a bunch of Zach fluff.
Rating: PG


“Babe, babe, babe, babe.” The constant poking of your cheek causes you to open one eye. Zach smiles when he sees you.

“Hey, love,” you say sleepily and smile.

He kisses your nose. “You’re finally up.”

You giggle. “Only because you kept poking me in the cheek.”

He grins and folds his hands under his head. “Yeah, I wanted to make a cake and you can’t back when you’re asleep.”

You shake your head with a smile. “Well, then, we better get up, shouldn’t we?”

He grins. “Yes.”

You get out of your bed, since the two of you stayed the night at your apartment the night before. You slip one of Zach’s sweatshirts on and he sneaks up behind you, picking you up bridal style. You just giggle and wrap your arms around his neck. He walks into the kitchen and you hop down from his arms. You open the cabinet and grab the cake mix.

“Can you grab me some eggs?” You ask Zach, and he heads to the fridge. He grabs the eggs as you put water into the bowl along with the cake mix and vegetable oil. Zach cracks the eggs into the bowl.

You take out a spoon to stir with and Zach’s arms snake around your waist as he dips a finger in the batter. You hit his hand away.

“Stop!” You giggle. “No one wants your spit in it.”

He dips another finger in and wipes it on your lips. “There, now yours is in it too.”

You roll you eyes, dip you finger in, and wipe it across his forehead. “There, now you’re SIMBA.”

Zach just laughs and spreads some on your lips like lipgloss. “There, now you’re my sugar lips!”

You laugh, and he kisses you sweetly (haha pun). You pull away and grab some batter, throwing it at him.

“Hey!” He laughs, grabbing some and throwing it at you. Chocolate cake batter goes everywhere, and you eventually slip and fall on the tile.

“Are you okay?” Zach asks worriedly, hovering over you.

You smirk. “Perfect.” You then dump the rest of the batter over his head.


Here you go @they-own-my-world!

A Heart’s Thoughts - Part Ten

Synopsis: Everyone has their own two powers, but it’s up to luck whether you’ll end up being tortured for it or not.

Welcome to our little Empowered village, the place where you’ll learn to use your powers for good- or, that’s what we were told.

Pairing: Chanyeol x (female) OC

Word count: 2519

Type: Series

Warning: Idk about you but my heart BURST while writing this

A/N: As this is part ten of the story, and people might just get into it now, I highly recommend reading all the teasers and previous parts ( which you can find in my masterlist) before reading this for the best reading experience. I hope you enjoy and look forward to the next part.

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The surprise dripped from everyone’s faces when Chanyeol walked towards his group of friends, smiling brightly and pushing a grumpy Cecilia in a wheelchair ahead of him. Their surprise didn’t last long, because when they realized that Cecilia wasn’t walking, concern became visible. Junmyeon opened his mouth, probably to ask what had happened, but he was cut off by Felicia pushing her way to the front of the group, staring wide-eyed at Cecilia. Their surroundings seemed to get darker, and while the sun was shining at its brightest, a sudden shadow fell over them.

“What did you do?”

“A-ah Felicia this really isn’t what it-“

Cecilia was interrupted by Clover joining Felicia at the front and speaking up, “she messed things up. Again.”

Cecilia gave her friend a pleading look, hiding her surprise at Clover’s distant behavior.

“Felicia I really didn’t mess things up, I just knew something was going to happen so I had to run a bit, it’s really no big deal.”

Clover huffed, “that something wouldn’t have happened if you’d just let me talk to Chanyeol, so you did mess up.”

“Clover!” Cecilia let out an offended huff, “stop being like this, why are you so mad? They’re my legs so why should you be angry at me for using them?”

Clover gave her a disgusted look, “because you never listen, Cecilia! I told you something would happen, I told you not to do stupid things, Felicia even had to hold you for god-knows-how-long and yet you have the nerves to say it’s none of my business when my best friend keeps going on self-sacrificing missions? Should I be proud that you’re unable to walk now just because you were stubborn?”

Cecilia gaped at her, unable to find any words to reply with because she knew Clover was right.

“Whatever, Cecilia. I’ve had enough.”

Clover picked up her backpack and started walking away, but the worst part about it was that she seemed completely calm as she left an uncomfortable silence hanging in the group.

“I’ll go after her and try to come to terms.”

Jongdae started going after Clover, but halted as he stood next to Cecilia, glancing at her.

“I’m going to try to calm her down, but she’s right. We’re grateful for your help, but this sacrifice wasn’t needed.”

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Sugar Lips

Pairing: Gabriel x Winchester!Reader
Word Count: 623
Request: @feelmyroarrrr - Congratulations on 300!! Could I request Gabriel x reader and 7 please?
Prompt: ‘You heard me. Take. It. Off.’

A/N - This is my first Gabriel, so if it’s shit that’s why. Feedback is always appreciated.  

Originally posted by ashiewesker

You and your brothers had encountered a lot more angels than you thought you would. It was strange. When your mom said, that there would be an angel looking over your shoulder, you didn’t think there would actually be angels in this world. But hey, where there are demons there are Angels.

The Angel you met after Dean had returned from hell,was Castiel. He had been the one to “raise him from perdition” At first, he was oblivious to everything surrounding him; for him, it was either black or white. There was no in between, no grey, it was either right or wrong. He was a weird one.

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