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{PART 23} I Won’t Stop You (M) // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Prince Jeon Jungkook, the first of his name, teaches you the meaning of loyalty and respect. And while you submit to him entirely, you and Jungkook both think about the future, and he can’t help his love and desire to protect you overflow.

“He loved her in her entirety. He wanted to undress her mind, make love to her thoughts and deepest insecurities. She wanted to bring down the many cold walls he had built around him; and he welcomed her with open arms.”

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

Please note: This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature.

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where the lines overlap (m)

Originally posted by kths

jimin x reader red strings of fate soulmates! au

8.8k words

rated m for dirty talk, creampie kink, idk i just wanted to write a jimin soulmate au but whoops my finger slipped?? :/

recommended music: where the lines overlap by paramore! it’s my favourite paramore song EVER :)

Summary: there’s an ancient Chinese folklore of the red strings of fate that connect one person to another. These two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, and the magical, invisible thread may tangle or stretch, but it will never sever. You’ve never believed in these mystical threads of fate like everyone else, but one day you suddenly gain the ability to see the threads connecting the people around you.


The door slams shut, jolting you out of your peaceful reverie. If it had been anyone else, you’d be beyond annoyed to be interrupted while doing your weekly readings, but not when it’s him. The person in question knocks gently on your door before peeking his head in, strands of his bleached dove gray hair spilling over into his eyes, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of him.

“Hey, I got dinner on the way back,” Jimin’s cheeks round out into a smile that reaches all the way to the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Every time he comes home he’s constantly sweaty and worn out, but it’s part and parcel of the life he chose as a dance major.

Tossing aside your notes, you follow him out into the small dining area of your shared apartment, still in your sweats. When he makes a move to sit at the table, you give him a playful swat on his chest.

“Shouldn’t you wash up first? If I’d known you were this gross, I wouldn’t have agreed to room with you two years ago,” you pretend to wrinkle your nose at his sweaty form, all while ignoring the way his shirt is moulded to his chest.

“Says the one still in her sweatpants. Looks like someone isn’t that hungry tonight,” Jimin smirks back, reaching across the table to grab the box of takeout that you were in the midst of opening. “I could totally do with those extra calories after Hoseok hyung cracked down on us today…”

“I’m just kidding Chim,” you hastily snatch back the takeout box just as he opens the lid of it, the delicious smell of hot noodles and fried pork slices wafting into the air. “Oh my god this smells so good, I’ve been starving all day!”

“Wait, Jinwoo didn’t come by? It’s your free day right? I thought he usually comes by to hang out in the afternoons,” Jimin pauses in his chewing to study your expression carefully, but you’re too busy inhaling mouthfuls of stir fried noodles.

“Jinwoo oppa said he was busy today,” you say around a mouthful of vegetables and noodles. “He has that huge midterm coming up next week, so I told him he should stay home and study.”

Jimin looks like he’s about to say something snide about your boyfriend of nearly 6 months, so you stuff a large piece of meat into his mouth instead.

“Yes I know, he was busy last week and the week before that too, but we’ve been dating for a while so we don’t need to see each other so often. We’re over that honeymoon stage already.” You say in a dismissive tone, focusing on chasing the remaining few strands of noodles around with your chopsticks and avoiding his gaze.

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The Responsive Eye (1965)

#tbt to The Responsive Eye, MoMA’s 1965 investigation of Op art, which became an instant sensation. The exhibition introduced American audiences to vanguard European artists such as Bridget Riley and Victor Vasarely and brought together some 125 examples of what was called “Optical” or “Retinal” art—art with an unusual sense of dynamism that, even while remaining completely static, seemed to move along with the viewer. In a three-part CBS report on the exhibition, the celebrated journalist Mike Wallace noted that the works on display broke the rule of that art should “sit still and behave itself.” This sense of disruption, which curator William Seitz claimed could elicit “delight, anxiety, and even vertigo,” created immense public excitement, and The Responsive Eye quickly became MoMA’s most popular exhibition to date. It also launched the mid-1960s design craze for Op, which spilled over into fashion magazines and interior décor.

Check out the out-of-print catalogue, images of the exhibition, and more at http://mo.ma/2pGrFLl. 32 of #52exhibitions #MoMAhistory

#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 2)

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: 984

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A/N: Hope you guys like the update :)

Originally posted by agentsdaily

“You look exhausted,” Daisy commented as you shrugged in response, adjusting the beanie on your head before bracing the cold weather waiting outside. Leaving the building, the both of you walked along the bustling streets of Manhattan, making your way to a nearby coffee shop. “Didn’t get enough sleep last night?”

Your eyes flickering over to your friend, you nodded your head. “Yeah…I just had a lot on my mind,” you remarked casually, trying not to let the events of last night pervade your thoughts once more.

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the taste of your cherry chapstick

Summary: Punk!Phil has a crush, so when Pastel!Dan is manning a kissing booth for a school event, he finds himself showing up with a pound in his pocket.

Word count: 5364

Warnings: food

A/N:  Special thanks goes to Harley (@danslester) for giving me the idea for this fic and encouraging me as I was writing it, and to Gisele (@fringegaps) for reading it over and promising it was okay to post. (Also let me know if you’d be interested in seeing more of this version of Dan and Phil because they were fun to write and I have a few ideas.)

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Let's Pretend (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 4!

A/N: ITS FINISHED! Part 4 is here y'all 🙌🏽 this is the last chapter before the epilogue )’: I put my heart and soul into this, it’s def my favorite chapter. Pls excuse the misspelling, I’m too hyped when i type. YALL GET SOME HOLY WATER READY!

Warnings: Sex, Daddy Kink, Role Playing, Rough Sex, Pornography.

[a special thank you to @thatweirdgaygirl and @bucky-sempai for letting me name these two characters after them. Y'all the real NVP (’:]

Xxxxxxxx

“Are you sure about this, doll?” Bucky asks before turning on the webcam. The bright blue background of Skype illuminated the room. It was risky business if the team ever found out about this. Not to mention Fury would have a field day with you two as well. And if the press got ahold of this? Man, you two would be shamed by everyone for the rest of your lives. By all means, you really should NOT do this.

But where’s the fun in that?

With a nod, you planted a kiss on Bucky’s cheek before turning back to the computer screen. The subtle ringing of the Skype call faded away and instead, the blue screen was replaced by the two shapeshifting owners of Let’s Pretend.

Xxxxxxxx

“Are you serious?” Molly asks, her eyes wide with with shock. You let out small giggle at how adorable she is. Beside her, her friend Nina sat slack jawed, staring at Bucky with pure admiration. It felt like you two were some big time celebrities that were meeting your biggest fans.

“We’ve put a lot of thought into it,” Bucky says, subconsciously licking his lips. Nina’s cheeks instantly went cherry red as her eyes tracked every movement. “And we figured, why not? It’s not everyday you come across something like this.”

“We’re totally down with this!” Molly says, reaching behind her and pulling out a small notebook. After flicking through most of the pages, she finally settles on one page. “How’s the seventeenth sound?”

“Perfect!” You and Bucky say in unison.

Everything was going smoothly.

Xxxxxxxx

Bucky stuck the key in the ignition and turned it, the Ferrari roared to life. You convinced Tony to let you use one of his magnificent cars in his garage for a “date” you two were going on. Only that date would be on the uh…physical side. Of course, Bucky had to pick the most expensive car in the garage which had to be Tony’s beloved royal blue Ferrari.

The plan was: You and Bucky would rent a nice hotel and film your own video (Bucky may or may not have stolen one of Tony’s cameras from his lab.) and send it to Molly and Nina once you’ve finished.

The catch was: Molly and Nina would make two more videos on their own, and all at once, they’ll release all three videos, informing the site that one of the three videos is the real Bucky Barnes and Y/N Y/L/N. It was perfect.

After giving them your sizes and measurements, Molly and Nina sent you three different little lingerie outfits to wear for the video. After picking one out, one of them would wear the others for the other two videos.

You decided on the quite revealing Captain America lingerie set. The bra was a navy blue, with the American flag print on the padded part. The matching thong was decorated with little Captain America shields. It even came with a little shield, too. You could just see the blush on poor Steve’s face as he watched the video. After pulling into the hotel parking lot, both of you grabbed your duffle bags filled with the things you would need and headed straight inside.

You purposely purchased the penthouse room (with Tony’s card). If you were going to do this, you’d want it done in the classiest way possible. You and Bucky had discussed what you both were and weren’t comfortable with. You found that Bucky’s kinks consisted of:

Hair pulling - he really enjoyed it.

Dominance - after all, he was his own person now. It would only make sense for him to be a dominant person.

Daddy Kink - He didn’t admit it willingly, but you figured it out when you both watched the Twister video. Bucky liked being called Daddy, so you were going to be screaming it a lot tonight.

The elevator ride was nerve wrecking for you. It all came down to the fact that in a few minutes, you were going to have sex with Bucky Barnes. It’s not that you weren’t excited -God no- it was just that you weren’t a friends with benefits type of person. That just didn’t float your boat. Neither of you ever brought it up, but you actually would like to be in a relationship with Bucky. You just didn’t know if he felt the same, given his womanizing reputation.

With a small mechanic chime, the elevator doors opened and you both stepped out. Hopefully, this was going to be an amazing night.

Xxxx

You stood in front of the bedroom mirror, admiring the way the navy blue material of the thong complemented your soft skin and the way the lacy thong made your ass look fantastic. You looked just like the fake Y/N.

Suddenly, you could hear the bathroom door opening. You didn’t want to spoil the surprise, so you grabbed one of the hotel bathrobes and slipped it on. But all your nervousness was replaced with arousal as soon as you caught a sight of Bucky.

He was wearing his combat suit, but…not the one you were used to him being in. Instead of his usual attire, he was wearing his 1940’s military suit. The same one Steve always told you about.

And sweet mother Mary, he looked fucking gorgeous.

“Bucky… you look…wow!” You breathed, placing a hand over your heart. This man was literally taking your breath away.

He let out a nervous laugh. “It feels so weird wearing this. This uniform’s almost eighty years old.” He ran his metal hand over the material, fumbling with the buttons. You couldn’t wait to see him without those clothes on.

“What are you hidin’ underneath there, doll?” He asks, stepping closer. You watch as he gently runs a hand over the small string that’s holding your robe closed, twirling it with his fingers playfully. You could feel the warmness radiating off of his body. You ached for him, and yet you weren’t even naked yet.

His fingers hooked from underneath the material and slowly pulled it apart from your body. You’ve never seen the man so shellshocked before and it threw you off at first.

“D-does it look okay?” You ask, letting the material slip off your shoulders and puddle at your feet. You turned around slowly, showing off your backside. But he wasn’t responsive at all. His eyes were trained on the little shields on your thong, wide as if they were speaking to him.

Anxiety filled you as each second went by. Did he not like it? Did you go too far? What if-

“Doll,” he whispers. He brushed his fingertips over your hips, feeling the soft skin. “You look fucking beautiful.”

Not only is it the words that send shivers down your spine, it’s the way he says it. His voice was deeper, full of lust and a hint of possessiveness. He wanted you. And who were you to deny him of that?

Without another word, you leaned forward, crushing your lips against his. The kiss was filled with so many emotions that you’d never felt before and it drove the both of you crazy. You felt his hands snake their way to your behind and knead into the soft flesh. You let out a gasp, opening your mouth just the right amount for him to force his tongue inside.

Before it could get any better, you felt him pull away.

“We can’t,” he says, his eyes glued to your lips. “Let me set the camera up, at least.” You groaned. Damn it, Barnes.

Xxxxxxx

“Oh, Bucky,” you gasped dramatically and fall onto the bed, your tiny shield in hand. “I think I’ve been hit!”

Bucky smirks before putting on a concerned expression, leaning down beside you. “Oh no, Captain,” he exclaims. “The next hospital is ten years away! We’ll never make it in time!”

You let out a snort, breaking character for a split second, before you straighten yourself up again.

“It looks like you’ll have to help your Captain until we get there!” You say with a wink at the camera.

Bucky tried to hide the grin on his face as he kneeled into the bed, planning his hands on either side of your body. “Tell me, Captain Y/N,” he says seductively. “What should I do?”

You let out another dramatic sigh and wrap your hands around his shoulders. “Distract me, Barnes! The pain is just….too much for me!”

At this point, both of you are giggling like children as he slowly slips off the bed, pulling your body with him. He spreads your legs wide, giving the camera a crystal clear view of your clothed flower.

“Anything for my Captain Y/N,” he says and hooks his finger underneath the material of the thong and pulls it down your legs. Once he gets them off, he runs his metal hand along your glistening slit. You let out a gasp as he experimentally rubs your clit in small circles.

“Oh, Bucky,” you sigh, this time it’s real and it feels amazing. Gaining confidence, he leans forward and gently blows onto your pussy. You let out a small cry at the dueling sensations. This man was driving you completely insane.

“No more teasing…daddy.” You whisper.

It’s as if a switch flicked on in Bucky; his blue eyes darkened lustfully at the name. He leaned in and flattened his tongue against your clit, flicking it back and forth.

You had been eaten out before many times, but THIS. This was mind numbing pleasure that only Bucky was able to give you. Those before him didn’t even stand a chance. You let out a loud moan, your hands flying straight to the uniform hat on his head.

You lifted it up and set it on your own head, smirking at his shocked expression, before lacing your fingers through his hair and yanking his face back into your heat. You grind your hips into his face, earning a groan from Bucky.

“That’s it, daddy,” you whimpered. “Eat your Captain’s pussy.”

He let out another groan at your filthy words. He shook his head from side to side, creating the most delicious sensation.

“Oh my god,” you squeaked. The sounds his tongue made against your slit created a loud, obscene sound that grew louder with each minute.

As you felt your orgasm near, Bucky pulled away. His mouth glistened with your juices, which he licked from his lips. It was by far the dirtiest thing you’ve seen and you loved every minute of it.

Standing, he slowly unbuttoned the jacket and slid it off his shoulders. You slid your hand between your legs and inserted a finger inside yourself as you watched him strip.

Next was his shirt. He undid each button painfully slow, teasing you without even touching your body. That little shit. He slipped the material off and tossed it away, leaving him completely shirtless. It’s as if somehow he was able to get more and more attractive each time.

After that, he wasted no time unbuttoning his slacks and sliding them down his legs, and to your surprise (and pleasure) he wasn’t wearing boxers this time.

You knew the serum enhanced everything his body, but you couldn’t help but think of when Steve had once it slip that the serum enhanced his uh…”reproductive organs” as he called them. So if Bucky was a solid seven or so inches back then, it would make sense that he would be as big as he was now.

You got a full view of the ten inches that was Bucky’s cock, leaking pre cum from the tip. You felt your core ache even more the longer you stared. You needed him and you needed him now.

“What are you waiting for, Barnes?” You tease, licking your lips. “You’re not scared of your Captain, are you?”

In a flash, he was on top of you, pinning your wrists to the bed. The tiny shield in your hand has plopped onto the bed beside you. Bucky leaned in to you, centimeters from your lips before whispering:

“Oh honey, you’re the one that should be afraid. I’m gonna fucking destroy you.”

With that, he slammed into you without warning. You let out a scream, one that sounded straight out of a porn movie. You couldn’t help but think how natural this felt for you.

Bucky began thrusting in and out of your hole at a brutal pace. Your hand slipped under his biceps, holding onto him for dear life. He was showing no mercy as he drilled you into the mattress. The sounds skin against skin and your cries of pleasure was the only audible thing in the room. Bucky was fucking you hard and you loved every second of it.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” you howled. “Make me yours!”

Bucky let out a growl and pulled out of you completely. He hastily hooked his hands underneath your legs and placed them on his shoulders, before leaning back down to slam his mouth onto yours.

He slid back inside of you and began thrusting his hips into you with as much force as possible. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of your hole made the most obscene sounds, but looking up at him, you could tell he loved it. And you loved that he loved it, too.

Your hands lifted the bra on your chest upwards, just enough so your breasts were out from underneath. You knew he loved the way they looked in it. He bent his head and took your left nipple into his mouth and sucked gently. He hummed, sending little vibrations through you.

At this point, tears had begun forming in your eyes. It all was too much for you. It felt so amazing. You were getting closer and closer to the edge, but you wanted Bucky there with you when it happened.

“Daddy….I'm….I…..”

Bucky lifted his head and pressed a kiss onto your lips, shutting you up. When he pulled away, he ran his tongue against your bottom lip hungrily.

“You’re gonna come all over daddy’s cock like a good little slut, hm?” He cooed. You nodded,

“Answer. Me.” He growls, thrusting significantly harder with each word. Your head fell back against the bed and you nodded.

That was all he needed to hear.

Bucky placed all his weight onto his forearms that were on both sides of your head and began thrusting at a new angle.

Your eyes widened as you felt the tip of his cock hitting that special place that was your g-spot over and over again.

“That’s it,” Bucky let out a strained chuckle. He was getting closer, his hips stuttering with each thrust.

With a scream of his name, your orgasm hit you like a frieght train. Tears of pleasure were falling from your eyes, your body trembling underneath his as his orgasm followed. Bucky groaned loudly, biting into the flesh of your shoulder. It should’ve hurt, but in the moment, all you could feel was pure euphoria.

Bucky had literally destroyed you, just like he said he would.

Both of you stayed like that for what felt like hours. Your hands ran through his hair, gently massaging his scalp with your fingers.

“Holy shit,” he sighed into your neck. You hummed in agreement. You were positive you lost your voice from the screaming. Your neighbors were probably calling the police.

“Y/N,” he says quietly.

“Yes, James,” you reply tiredly. It was a simple mistake. You were exhausted and you tend to get a bit loopy. He smiled into your neck at the sound of his first name. After a long silence, he finally says it.

“Go out with me?”

The question causes your heart to nearly stop. You couldn’t fight the grin that spread on your face even if you tried. You turn to look him in the eye, his cheek rested on your shoulder as he waits for you. You couldn’t help but notice how fucking handsome adorable he looked now with his lustful facade gone.

“Of course, you dork.” You giggle.

The sound of the camera beeping causes the both of you to look over at it. You sigh and place your head back on the pillow. Bucky crawled off of you and propped himself up with his arm.

“And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you literally fuck her brains out!” He says with a wink and does finger guns at the camera. You giggle and pull him into another kiss.

Xxxxxx

Epilogue Will be here tomorrow 😭❤️❤️

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Camping Antics – ArchiexReader! Mini Fic - Part Two.

Hey guys, so here is part two to the Camping Antics mini fic! There will be a part three, just to finish the series off :) pleaaaaase leave me feedback in my ask ya cute lil beans.

Summary: Archie and (Y/N) have some tent fun lol ;)

Warnings: SMUT. TENT SMUT. Naked Archie. You’ve been warned. 

PART ONE HERE. 

PART THREE HERE.

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—Morning After, touken headcanon/fic  ƸӜƷ

Summary: the morning after, chapter 125. Mini fic/headcanon.

Again, another mini fic/headcanon! you can read the rest of my headcanons/mini fics here, I hope you guys enjoy this ♡ let’s cry together because this is real and canon :’)



His scars tell a story.

Touka reads it with her fingers, nails softly outlining the marks tracing the shape of his bare shoulder, fingertips floating just above his skin and her touch feels so tender, so ethereal… almost as if she wasn’t touching him at all. His wounds tell a story she has learned to memorize over the years, the story of a boy with a broken heart trying to find someone willing to mend it. She can find herself on his marks as well, fingers tracing the spot she had bitten many years ago, she can read their story on his skin just by touching him, she can remember, and feel, and love… it’s all there, right in front of her.

The morning sunlight feels like golden rain caressing his features, and her hand suddenly stops when it reaches his lips, softly parted and breathing life. Her fingertip caresses his lower lip, his chin, the rosy tone of his cheekbones… Touka can’t help but smile a little, heart fluttering furiously.

“Kaneki,” she whispers.

He stays the same, with his arm under her head and the other weekly wrapped around her waist, keeping her close to him. She smiles softly, head popping up on one hand as she leans closer to his face, lips brushing his cheeks.

“Kaneki,” she repeats, her breath tickling his skin.

His eyebrows frown a little, babbling.

“Mmrphh…”

“Wake up,” she mutters, spreading kisses across his face, ending at the corner of his lips.

He grimaces again, readjusting the grip of his arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

“W-Why…”

Touka sighs, going back to her old position and landing her gaze to the only window inside that building.

“Because,” she says, resting her head against his arm. “It’s already morning. We have to go back.”

He nods, lazily, but doesn’t make an attempt to get up or even open his eyes. He stays like that, breathing slowly, and Touka doesn’t think she has ever seen something as peaceful as this. Her hand reaches out to touch his hair, brushing it slightly, his lips drawing out a sluggish smile that makes her heart stop.

“Kaneki.”

His eyes open drowsily, smiling at her, and Touka can’t help but smile back, her face burning and not because of the sun brightening the walls. Kaneki takes her hand, holding it against his cheek, letting out a deep sigh.

“Just one more minute.”

She lets him stay like this for a while until her back starts to sore and she has to sit on the floor, stretching her neck and arms, making a disgusted face. Damn floor. Her hands reach out for her shirt, undoing the buttons, and her eyes flicker when she feels Kaneki’s fingers touch her back, tracing a small pattern on her skin. So he is awake, after all. Touka takes a deep breath, trying to concentrate on what she’s doing, not being truly able to hold back the feelings that curse through her body whenever he touches her. Is it… always this way? Will it always be like this? Not that she complains, of course, but still—

“Don’t you feel uncomfortable?” she asks, putting her shirt on as she peers down at him, he has his eyes open. He’s staring at her back like she’s some kind of nude goddess. She tries to remain calm. “The floor isn’t particularly warm, you know.”

She adjusts her sleeves, leaving the shirt open, and suddenly Kaneki’s body raises from the ground. He settles by her side, yawning, and leans to rest his head against her legs in a fetal position.

“Now I’m fine,” he says, closing his eyes again. “But you are right. We should… uh, get a bed. N-Next time, I mean.”

“Next time?”

He bites back a mischevious smile, cheeks burning brighter than the sun.

Touka stares at him in silence, she can’t breathe properly yet, probably she never will, but she smiles at knowing that she’s the only one who gets to see him this way. Smiling, sleepy, drowsily resting his head against her thighs to find warmth, wrapping an arm around her leg, desperate for the slightest of her touches.

The only one.

She’s the only one.

Touka’s hands dance through his hair, trembling softly, and she can spot a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his lips. They’re so close, so close, and there’s nothing around them that can tear her away from him. Not anymore, not unless she allows it. And she won’t. Not now, not ever.

“Kaneki…”

“Mmmh?”

The fact that he isn’t looking at her makes the whole situation less embarrassing. It makes her brave, somehow, to ask.

“Was that—“ she begins, a bit unsure. “Was that your first kiss?”

He sighs in response, eyes still closed.

“No. I’ve been practicing on random strangers for a while now,” he grins, wild hair spread all across her legs, lips smiling at the stupid joke. “Yes. That was my first kiss.”

Her heart pounds, sending shivers down her spine.

“Mine too,” her voice comes lower than usual, almost as if she’s speaking to herself, but Kaneki is not deaf to her words anymore, and he listens, every single one of them.

He smiles softly. He’s been smiling since he woke up and she suspects he will keep doing it for a while. His hand takes hers, their fingers intertwine, he keeps pretending a fake sleep and Touka allows him to stay this way a bit more, Touka and Kaneki are silent for a long while, listening to the wind, feeling their throbbing hearts through the connection of their fingers, feeling each other even with their eyes closed.

It’s not that their bodies are naked or that he’s resting against her legs, but the moment is filled with an intimacy that Touka knows she has never shared with Kaneki before. She keeps stroking his hair, fingers humming a soft lullaby against his skin. He’s awake, he’s alive between her arms, he’s alive when she leans her lips against his and brushes them slightly, when her hands rest against his chest, burning his skin; he’s alive when he sits up, staring at her mesmerizing beauty, her shirt open and poorly covering her nudity, the fabric sliding off her shoulder, exposing her collarbone and everything else that he considers being more than perfect. He holds his breath, unable to breathe, his hand reaches out to her messy morning hair, making it look even crazier. She giggles, trying to stop him, but he leans against her lips and Touka feels like this kiss will last forever.

She lets him, even if they are in a hurry and they should probably be leaving this building by now… Touka lets him, closing her eyes, offering him all that she has, all that she is. Kaneki kisses her, not caring about time or anything else as his lips travel down her neck, hands getting rid of her shirt.

Touka sighs, arms enveloping his neck once more, her heart allowing him to do whatever the hell he wants with her.

They have this.

They have each other.

They have enough.

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Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Request: “68 & 73 with Zach Dempsey?? If just one number than just 68 :,) <3.”

Prompt:

68. “Your girlfriend would hate me even more.”
73. “Where did you get that hickey?”

Word count: 1.695

Posted: 09th of May 2017

A/N: This is the first request that I got for my personal prompt list and I must say that I had fun on writing this. These prompts helped me to write these requests faster. In fact, I already have another two drafts from my prompt requests. I am so excited to write them all and there are still some numbers left, so don’t hesitate to request. Thank you for this request and for the others that I received.

P.S.: I am not accepting part 2 requests as I have more than 50 prompts to write. I am so sorry.

- G. x

Link: Prompt list

Warning: slightly swearing, betraying


“Hey (Y/N)!” Your best friend Zach softly greeted you as he entered the school library. He put his backpack on the large desk in front of him and took the seat beside you.

“Wow, Zachary Dempsey in the library!” You mocked while you were poking him with your pen. “Tell me, you need to meet your girlfriend here, right?”

“Uhm,” He scratched his head with a wide I’m-in-a-trouble smile. “yup.”

“I noticed.” You smiled at him, but quickly looked away as you continued writing for your Science test for the next hour.

“Did you skip History class to study?” He asked, even though he was just stating the obvious. Zach knew your timetable, although the only class you had together was Peer Communications.

“I thought it was already obvious.” You flashed him your judging face and he rolled his eyes in response. You giggled softly and Zach just huffed.

You’ve always liked Zach, but you never had the guts to tell him the truth. You were so insecure of yourself and you were afraid that he would never love you back. In fact, it broke your heart when he announced you that he started to date Meghan, one of the cheerleaders at Liberty High.

You were thankful though, because your relationship with Zach didn’t change, not even a tittle, or maybe some little things changed.

You’ve always had that more than best friends but less than lovers relationship with Zach and you were both okay with that. In fact, it never bothered you to kiss him during one of your friends’ house parties. Sometimes he would even tell you some sexual jokes, but you never pushed further than a passionate and deep French kiss. Of course, this thing has changed, because he was already dating someone and it wasn’t the right thing to cheat on his girlfriend.

“Hey, are you okay?” Zach called for your attention by waving his hand in front of you and you harshly shook your head to forget your thoughts about your best friend. You felt your cheeks burning at the thought of kissing Zach and you knew that he noticed your bright red face.

“Oh, yup.” You flashed him a sweet smile, but then you decided to stand up and head to the shelves, where Science books were located, to hide your blushing cheeks. You looked for a book that might be handy during your test and you freely released your tensed sensation.

You looked for some books while you wished that Zach didn’t follow you so you could calm yourself down.

“What the fuck!?” You loudly exclaimed as you held your chest for the shock. You saw Zach standing behind the shelves, leaning on the candid and cold wall of the library as he observed you.

“Shush!” You heard someone shouting from afar and you assumed that it was the old librarian, who sat on her computer desk near the entrance of the library.

“Sorry.” You and Zach said in unison and you slapped him using a thick textbook that you had in your hand.

“I didn’t mean to, sorry.” Zach whispered and you rolled your eyes as you stopped hitting him with the book.

“Fine.” You softly said and you decided to walk back to your place, but Zach stopped you as he held your forearm firmly. “What?”

“I miss you.” He sincerely said as you looked at your forearm, wrapped with Zach’s big hand. You knew what he meant and you obviously felt the same.

“Zach,” You pulled your forearm back and his hand fell in his side. You put the book back to the shelf as you tried to clear things with Zach. “you know that we can’t do those things, anymore.”

“I know, but I miss your lips. I miss your kisses.” He sadly confessed. He didn’t want to be a treacherous boyfriend, but the feeling was stronger than he was. He missed you a lot and the weight he had in his chest surely didn’t help him to forget your kisses. “I miss you, (Y/N).”

“Zach, I don’t want to betray people.” You looked at him and you read what his brown eyes tried to tell you. He was surely sad and he had this feeling that he was about to lose you because of the presence of his actual girlfriend. “She doesn’t deserve this.”

“I know, no one deserves this,” He unleashed a long deep sigh and he pulled you closer to him. “but I love you, (Y/N). I love you and not Meg.”

“Zach, this is so wrong. I love you too, but this is about lacking respect for someone.” You insisted, but Zach didn’t listen to you. You confessed your feelings and you were shocked for what he has just said to you, but that wasn’t the most important thing during that moment. You were about to betray someone and you couldn’t stand that feeling.

You were about to open your mouth to say something else, to start a debate between you and Zach but you suddenly felt his soft red lips on yours.

You were shocked at first, but you could never lie to yourself. You missed Zach’s kisses too and you longed for his lips every time you would see him with his girlfriend. You would always wish that he was your boyfriend.

The kiss became passionate when you responded back to his movements. He gently pushed you against the wall, behind some book shelves so people wouldn’t have the chance to see you. He held your hips tightly and you wrapped your arms around his neck, slightly tiptoeing because of your height difference.

The kiss wasn’t just a normal kiss. It was one of those breathtaking kisses, those kisses that could leave you breathless.

“Zach!” You shouted whispering as you broke the kiss. The reality sank in your mind and you felt disgusting, realizing what you were doing. You slowly unwrapped your arms from his neck as you panted for the deep kiss that you just had. “Your girlfriend would hate me even more.

“She will never know, (Y/N).” He leant in once again and he started to kiss your forehead, your temples, your cheeks and he went down to kiss your neck. He left some wet kisses on it and you wanted him to stop, but something suddenly took your voice away. Instead of barricading him, you pushed him closer to your neck and pulled his soft black hair.

You let him do what he had in his mind and you encouraged him to keep on doing it as you felt him sucking your neck hardly. You slightly let out a soft moan, it was so soft that only Zach could hear it.

It felt great, breathless just like the kiss before, but it was a little bit pungent and painful too. He bit your neck and continued marking your neck as if it was his own territory.

“Zach?” Your eyes shot open as you heard Meghan’s voice and you slightly pushed Zach away. The tranquil paradise that you were imagining has been changed by the loud and deafening shouts of hell.

Zach rolled his eyes and huffed against your skin. His hot breath sent shivers down your spine and you smiled at him. He caressed the love bite that he has just left and he smirked at you.

“Idiot.” You shook your head and you tiptoed to give him a quick peck on his lips. He was shocked, but then smiled at you. You liked what you did, although you felt horrible. You really felt horrible.

“Naughty.” He whispered and you winked at him. You made your way back through the shelves and grabbed the book that you were holding before the things between you and Zach happened.

“Hey Meg!” You cheerfully greeted as you saw her walking on the same aisle you were in. “What’s up?”

“Hey (Y/N)!” She pulled a fake smile as she greeted you. She has always hated you since she discovered that you were Zach’s best friend. It was great, wasn’t it? “Did you see Zach? His things were on the table.”

“Yeah, he was searching for something before but then I lost him.” You raised your shoulders as you lied through your teeth. You felt bad, of course, but you would never want Zach to be in a great trouble with her.

“OMG,” Her eyes grew wide as she didn’t mind your answer and you noticed that her gaze fell on your neck. “Where did you get that hickey?

“Oh, this?” You pretended that you didn’t know what she was talking about at first, but then you pointed at the love bite that you had on your neck. Your eyes grew wide as you peeked at it and it revealed you the reddish purple colour of it, almost scarlet.

“Yes!” She smirked at you, obviously not knowing from who it was, you honestly felt sorry for the innocent girl during that moment. You saw Zach walk near the two of you, leaving a little bit of space between him and Meghan.

“Just a weekend fling, nothing much.” You sugarcoated your lies with a sweet smile and you turned your head to Zach. “Oh, look. He’s here.”

“Oh, I noticed.” She nodded and smiled at you. Zach didn’t seem so excited to see his girlfriend, but it wasn’t one of your businesses.

“See you around guys!” You looked at Zach and you flashed him a naughty smirk. You noticed that he giggled a little bit and you winked at him, Meghan obliviously stood few steps away from Zach, thinking that you were teasing Zach with her.

“See you, (Y/N)!” They softly said in unison and you started to walk back to your place, packing up your things and you headed to the librarian to borrow the book that you needed.

You smiled at the thought of the kiss that you shared with Zach, but a knot was built in your stomach as soon as the thought of betraying his girlfriend sank in your mind.

How was the kiss? It was incredibly great. What might happen after? It would be plausibly terrible.


Devoid Of Color - Smut

Originally posted by multihxe

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
Words: 4,170
AN: This was an anon request for a Soulmate AU where you didn’t see colors until you met your soulmate. I hope I did this justice because Soulmate AU’s are my FAVORITE. Love ya’ll, let me know what you think!

Title taken from Halsey’s Colors. The Veselka and Space Billiards are real places in NYC. You’re welcome.


If there was anything you wanted more in life, it was to meet your soulmate. As strange as it sounds, meeting your soulmate was a top priority in everyone’s life, because you needed to meet them in order to see color. The world was just a drab mixture of blacks and greys before that. Your mother had explained it to you once when you were small, that color would wash over your vision slowly, dull and drab, but still there. It was only when you got to know them more that the colors would become brighter, streaks of red and blue and yellow lighting up the world in full HD.

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There’s A Nap For That

Based on this post: “If you both agree to take a nap instead of going out, it’s a date.” 

Or: The one where Bellamy and Clarke keep taking naps together. You know, platonically. See also: Let Them Rest

A/N: I started this before New Years and thought it would be done in like, three days. Oh how naive. But hey, here we are!

WC: ~6.5k
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Clarke doesn’t plan to be alone on New Year’s Eve, but she also doesn’t plan not to be alone–if that makes sense. She could fly back to Los Angeles and attend her mother’s extravagant corporate party, if she wanted to put herself through that. It’s definitely an option.

But she’s long since decided that it’s better to deal with the vague feelings of missing out on the New Year’s celebration over fielding questions about why she’s not following in her mother’s footsteps or, god forbid, whether she’s gotten over that whole sexuality thing yet.

So she calls Abby the night before the party, fulfills her yearly, good-daughter quota of well wishes and pleasantries, and calls it good.

And really, doing nothing on New Year’s Eve is kind of the best thing that’s happened her, stress-wise, in the last six months.

She works in the graphic design department for an uber-trendy website that facilitates commissions for freelance artists, which makes it an incredibly lucrative avenue to get her name out there in the industry. It just also happens that the company is very concerned with staying up-to-date with aesthetic trends, and has her changing logos and web layouts on a weekly basis.

It’s the kind of somewhat crappy, over demanding job that she feels weirdly excited to have, because it means her mom isn’t paying people to make her life easier.

But it has been running her to the bone, so she’s positively delighted to do absolutely nothing for a night.

Or she is until she finds out that Bellamy also doesn’t have plans for New Year’s Eve.

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Bloom — Part III — Winter

REQUEST: Can u write a fan fic about the girl owning a flower shop and Harry coming in to get flowers for someone else but then they fall in love because love is beautiful like a flower


It’d been about a week since Harry had come around to the shop, and she was starting to miss him. She knew that he was spending a lot of time with his family, with it being Christmas and what-not, but she was about to close up the shop for three days to go visit her family and she was hoping to see him before the holidays.

The day before she left, her wish was granted.

“Honey, I’m home!” Harry called out into the store as he swung the door open, his voice booming in the air and announcing his presence. It took everything inside of her not to collapse into a fit of giggles, but she was busy doing a final inventory check before leaving. She had a pen tucked behind her ear and one tucked into her locks of hair that had been collected in a messy bun, not to mention the pen in her hand.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, you don’t have any honeys here,” she teased, looking up from the checklist she had been scanning over to flash him a smile before looking back down at the sheet of paper on the counter.

“Only my main honey,” he flashed her a  grin as he walked around to the side of the counter she was on and glanced at the sheet of paper she was looking at before hopping up atop of the counter next to her. “Getting ready to go home?”

“Yep. I’m having brunch with my mum tomorrow, and then dinner tomorrow night with my dad and his new girlfriend,” she groaned, jabbing her pen into the paper particularly not-so-gently as she scribbled a check inside one of the boxes. He suddenly reached over and grabbed the pen that was behind her ear and hidden in her hair, stealing the one from her hands to top it off.

“H, what are you doing, I don’t have time for this,” she began to complain, but he had already hopped off of the counter and shoved the pens in his pockets.

“Yeh’re overthinking everything and stressing yourself out more than yeh need to, like usual.”

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Growing Up

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Requested: Yes by @aesthetictrashxd

A/N: Smut warning, unprotected sex (pls don’t do this at home, you will get pregnant and die)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


“Stiles,” Your boyfriend of two years had his back turned to you, his head buried in a book. He’s been so caught up in the Supernatural that you never got a chance to celebrate your two year anniversary last week; he said he’d make it up to you but so far, nothing.

Deciding to do something bold for once, you skipped to the bathroom and changed your outfit from a pair of boring leggings and a jumper to the lingerie you had hiding underneath, you grabbed the silk robe that you stuffed in your bag earlier and threw it over the black underwear. Fixing your makeup and puffing your hair up slightly, you smirked in the mirror at how beautiful you looked.

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The Healer

Request: Could you write a Reader x Paul Lahote where the reader finds an injured wolf (who is Paul stuck in wolf form because he is too injured to shift back) and she takes care of him? Maybe like Paul realises she’s his imprint and is nervous about how she’ll react when he shifts back and she finds out what he is and that she’s his mate? Thanks xo

Warnings: Slight angst 

Pairing: Paul Lahote x reader

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Daddy Kink (Ash’s Writing Challenge)

I know I’m a day late so it’s okay if I’m disqualified I just wanted to get this out either way! Also can we just talk about this gif fffuuuuuUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!! okay i need help 

Warnings: SMUT AFFFF, Daddy Kink, Overall Negan’s sexiness, cussing

Word Count: 1397

Originally posted by marythenurse


The sound of a washer machine hummed through the room, making the only noise to fill the void. Cleaning the saviors’ clothing had been the job you were assigned since Negan demolished your group and took you captive. You had lost track of the time since you arrived and faded into the routine. Weeks? Months? The answer was unknown and irrelevant. Lacking any social interaction, you could be found hiding in the laundry room or in your dorm. Avoiding Negan had been a speciality you developed. You were the kind of person to tend to hide away from your ‘crushes’. The amount of fantasies you had of him was quite embarrassing but it made a fun pastime during quiet evenings like today. The laundry room was tucked away in the basement, lacking light and people. You were pretty sure the only person who knew of this place was Negan. And even that assumption was debatable, until he had shown up that evening. You were daydreaming about him again, all outside sounds being drowned out by the cleaning machines. When he snuck in without warning, you hadn’t even noticed he entered until he spoke.

“Hey there darlin’” His husky voice sent a chill through your body and caused you to jump into reality. You gave a shy, weary smile in response. His eyes scanned the room as if he were seeing it for the first time.

“I nearly forgot about this fucking place. That is, until I thought of you.” He walked around slowly. His tall body making the room feel a lot smaller than usual.

“Believe it or not I’ve been fucking looking for you. I had almost given up hope until I was reminded of your duties. You haven’t been avoiding me have you sweetheart?” Negan held your gaze and he spoke those last words. Feeling your cheeks heat up you decided to continue your job to ease your anxiety.

Quit being a fucking pussy! You’ve dreamt of this man for the past few months and now you’re alone with him! Fucking do something!

You looked around the room and noticed a new box of dryer sheets on the top of the shelf behind Negan. Not only would that make you move instead of standing there like a deer in headlights, but it would bring you closer to his lean body.. Forcing your legs into action, you awkwardly moved past Negan.

Jesus Christ did you forget how to fucking walk? God I look like such a fucking dumb ass.

“No answer? That’s fine.” He chuckled to himself and leaned against the table in the middle of the room. Turning to face you as you attempted to reach for the dryer sheets. You went onto the tip of your toes to reach the box, but failed. After multiple tries of stretching your arms as far as the could go and nearly giving yourself a foot cramp with all that straining, you were about to give up.

Great. Now you can’t even reach the box. Now you look even more-

“Need some help? I’ve got to admit watching you struggle might have just made my day.” Negan laughed at your misery as he pushed himself off of the table and moved beside you. With his height, reaching for the box would take little to no effort. Your eyes roamed his body as he was about to assist you, but he stopped. You blushed as your eyes met his after thoroughly checking him out, a smirk spread across his face.

“What’s the magic word?” He teased.

“Please.” You spoke quietly making it so he could barely hear. He leaned down to your face and spoke low.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.” Without even thinking you took your chance, after all, you had desired this man for a long time and you weren’t about to miss your opportunity.

“Please, Daddy.” His eyebrows raised at your response as he smiled wickedly. His fingers lightly tapped beneath your chin and his eyes grew dark.

“Say it again.” He demanded softly, staring at your mouth. But you didn’t follow his order, instead you took it one step further. Lowering your eyes you dipped your chin, taking his middle and index finger into your mouth. He hummed in delight and your eyes met his, making sure not to break eye contact. Your mouth moved down his fingers, swirling your tongue around them, before slowly moving back up. When you pulled away, a trail of spit followed the two of you before breaking away.

“Please, Daddy.” You repeated yourself. But this time, you desired something other than the dryer sheets. To show him, you grabbed the same hand and moved it to your throat. Grasping the outside of his hand and tightening it around you, gazing up at him as he stared down at you with lust. His hand gripped your neck in response as he quickly moved against you, causing your body to press against the wall. The opposite set of fingers trailed beneath your skirt. You tugged on the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. It started off slow, before the two of your tongues entered the others’ mouth and moved rhythmically. His fingers roamed your body before sliding into your panties. Gasping into his mouth when he found your clitorius. Negan started to massage it before he decided he wanted more. He removed your underwear with one finger before moving both hands behind your thighs, he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his body. You yearned for him in every way. His kisses trailed from your mouth to you jawline, and then your neck. He then sucked on the soft spot just beneath your jaw. You lifted your head to give him full access as he took your skin with his teeth and tugged.  Moaning in response, you could feel him smirk against your skin in satisfaction. You could hear him unbuckle his pants hastily with one hand, and when hearing the belt fall to the floor you could help but grow more excited. You pulled him closer to you with your legs and he laughed lowly in response.

“Easy baby girl.” He whispered into your ear. Before you could react his thrusted into you, causing a gasp to erupt from your lips. He gave you a chance to adjust to his size, as if it were possible. When he felt you were comfortable he started to move, fast and hard. Moving your hands to his hair, you gripped onto him not knowing what else to do with this pleasure. You bounced against him as your back was pressed against the wall. Nibbling on your ear, he moaned huskily into you. You replied with a muffled moan as you pressed your face into his neck. You slid your hands into the top of shirt and dug your nails into his back. Negan wasn’t the only one marking his territory. You attempted to catch your breath but the only thing that occurred was a pleasure filled wince. A wave of pleasure started to rise within you and you squeezed your eyes shut in response. Unable to comprehend, it overtook your entire body as Negan moved faster into you. You cried out loud and dug your nails deeper into him, he rode out your orgasm and continued for his own. Your walls tightened around him causing Negan to shudder against you as you felt him throb inside of you. He attempted to hold in his noises but failed as he released a low moan, cumming into you.

“Ah, fuck!” His head pressed into your chest as he tried to contain himself. After he finished he pulled out slowly and allowed you to finally touch the ground and fix yourself up the best you could.

“Fuck sweetheart, I should help you out with laundry more often.” He smiled evilly as he pulled his pants back up and wrapped his belt around him.

“Of course Daddy, you know where to find me.” You winked and turned away to tend to your duties, swaying your hips as a tease. Feeling him watch you, you bent over to open the washer, giving him a clear view up your skirt.

“Or we can just fucking continue now.” He gripped onto your waist and pulled you into him for round 2.


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You’re the Reason I Come Home (Part 1/2)

Summary: You and Bucky have been through a lot together. But when things become too much and Bucky breaks up with you, you find that you could lose him completely. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 6,005 (WHOOPS)

Warnings: Language, some violence, mention of killings/death, & ANGST (the angst train gets worse in the next one). 

A/N: Well, I’m back from my writing hiatus now it would seem! It’s been a long time, so I’m probably rusty at this, and I’m still super nervous to post this. This part is more backstory than anything, but I still enjoyed writing it a lot. Hope you all like it too!!!

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

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Sorry - Monty

request: can you write something where you & monty get into a huge argument and don’t talk then his friends start talking about your relationship & he can’t take not talking to you so he just goes up & kisses you & apologizes for whatever he did


Originally posted by knightlley

Sorry - Monty

He watched you sitting and talking with your friends across the courtyard. You were laughing carelessly, looking so happy. He couldn’t help but feel angry, hating that you were acting like everything was fine and acting like you didn’t even care that the two of you hadn’t spoken in two weeks. The last time you did speak it ended with you yelling and accusing him of cheating and him just storming out.

But as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he missed you. He missed the little patterns you traced on his hand when he was talking. He missed the way you’d look into his eyes as if you could understand everything he was thinking. He missed holding you and having you with him.

“Monty just go talk to her.” Zach groaned annoyed by his love-sick stares directed toward you.

“No. She doesn’t even trust me why would I talk to her?” He asked flexing his jaw and glaring at Zach who rolled his eyes in response.

“You never shut up about her. We’ve known you for years and we’ve never seen you care about anyone the way you do with her.” Justin insisted.

“Monty she’s a catch. If you don’t take her back, someone else will swoop in.” Zach told him. Just at the idea of anyone touching you Monty stood up while forming a fist. Although he tried not to show it, he loved you a lot. And the idea of anyone else loving you the way he did killed him.

He stalked past his friends towards you, turning you around and taking your face in his hands passionately kissing you. As shocked as you were you missed him just as much as he missed you. SO you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him even closer. This is what you had been missing for the past two weeks and he was all you wanted.

When he pulled away he moved his arms to your waist, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for just leaving. I just hated that you would ever think I would cheat on you. I love you so much and I hate that you think that I would ever betray you like that. I know I’ve made mistakes in the past but Y/N you are all that matters to me and I would never do anything to screw that up.”

You Are My Heaven Pt 1 (Steve Rogers Fic)

Characters: reader, Steve, Sam, Natasha, Tony (mentioned), Clint (mentioned) Maria Hill

Summary: Falling for a good man, who happened to be her training partner, was unavoidable. Does the reader have the courage to find out if he feels the same way? What if he doesn’t? Life rarely unfolds the way we hope it would. (Events take place after CATWS)

Warnings: lil fluff, lotta angst. Heartbreak. I’m sorry. 

Word Count: 2.8k

Song Inspiration: A Drop in the Ocean by Ron Pope

Tags are at the bottom

A/N: This one hurt. Once again, I drew from my own personal experiences, so it took a lot out of me to write. I hope you enjoy it? Part 2 will be out in a few days, I promise! It’s already written and will be the last, with a possible epilogue. Please let me know your thoughts! Special thanks to @buckyywiththegoodhair for reading this over! You’re a darling! 

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Originally posted by rdytocmply

Stupid heart.

Stupid feelings.

Stupid brain for putting you in this situation.

Stupid gorgeous, muscled Super Soldier who just had to be working out right in front of you with his God-like physique and sweat glistening on his handsome brow.

At this point, you had no choice in the matter. You were too far gone. Resistance was futile.

“You know, you could just tell him,” muttered the red-headed former assassin beside you.

You scoffed, “Who? About what? I mean, I don’t…what’re you…”

Unimpressed by your less-than-convincing response, Natasha caught your eye and raised an eyebrow. She knew.

Huffing out a frustrated sigh, you conceded. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

A snort of laughter escaped you, “Why? Because he’s Steve Rogers! Captain Freaking America. It’s not gonna happen.”

She shrugged, “You never know unless you try.”

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Keep It On

This goes out to @illumninate I hope you like this lol. 

Imagine: Shawn reacting to you wearing that polka dot shirt 🙃 


“Shit.” 

The jar of tomato sauce slipped from your hands and onto the counter, sauce spilling all over you and onto the floor. 

Shit.

You scramble to get a dishrag to clean up the offending sauce before you disrobe and toss your stained garments into the wash. You’re literally running through the house topless in your underwear to make your way into the bedroom to find something to cover up. Shawn’s duffel bag is still at the foot of the bed, open but untouched. Laying on top was the dark button up shirt, the one with the polka dots, that you liked a lot

“Why the hell not?” you ask yourself before taking it out of the bag and putting it on, buttoning only a couple buttons down the middle. Then you’re off back to the kitchen to finish making dinner and hopefully not make another mess this time. 

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