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A young Elizabeth Short, famously known as the “Black Dahlia”, photographed with her three sisters. 

Bucky: Hey, doll. It was the day that we met.

Y/N: Omg, you really remember.

Bruce: Depressed.

Natasha: Possessed.

Tony: Obsessed.

Clint: Impressed.

Thor: Chicken breast.

Everyone: ...What?

Steve: Oh we saw a huge explosion and wondered, now, WHO could that be?

Y/N: in our defence, we didn't think you were going to find out.

Men who look like they haven’t felt the touch of a woman. (they haven’t) They develop a crush on you. Men who look at you with doe eyes, ready to please. Men who will do anything if you asked. Men who shiver when you whisper in their ear. It can be anything, but the feeling of you getting close— fuck they’re goners. Men who imagine you in ungodly ways, all of this new to them. Men who are on the verge of crying because they are so sexually frustrated.

Men who still can’t believe how someone like them (shy, submissive, a stuttering mess) managed to pull someone as confident and bold as you.

Men who whimper when you finally touch them. Guttural grunts and moans, whines and whimpers— all a part of the melody they let out just for you. Men who look up at you with expectant eyes, wanting–no needing you to praise them. We’ve already established that they love your voice, so throw in a ‘good boy’ or ‘you did so good baby’ and their brain stops functioning.

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I don't want it if it ain't your touch - West Side // Ariana Grande

I’m in class rn and all i can think about is this.