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100 this or that

1. Coffee or tea?
2. Black and white or color?
3. Drawings or paintings?
4. Dresses or skirts?
5. Books or movies?
6. Pepsi or Coke?
7. Chinese or Italian?
8. Early bird or night owl?
9. Chocolate or vanilla?
10. Introvert or extrovert?
11. Hugs or kisses?
12. Hunting or fishing?
13. Winter or summer?
14. Spring or fall?
15. Rural or urban?
16. PC or Mac?
17. Tan or pale?
18. Cake or pie?
19. Ice cream or yogurt?
20. Ketchup or mustard?
21. Sweet pickles or dill pickles?
22. Comedy or mystery?
23. Boots or sandals?
24. Silver or gold?
25. Pop or Rock?
26. Dancing or singing?
27. Checkers or chess?
28. Board games or video games?
29. Wine or beer?
30. Freckles or dimples?
31. Honey mustard or BBQ sauce?
32. Body weight exercises or lifting weights?
33. Baseball or basketball?
34. Crossword puzzles or sudokus?
35. Facial hair or clean shaven?
36. Crushed ice or cubed ice?
37. Skiing or snowboarding?
38. Smile or game face?
39. Bracelet or necklace?
40. Fruit or vegetables?
41. Sausage or bacon?
42. Scrambled or fried?
43. Dark chocolate or white chocolate?
44. Tattoos or piercings?
45. Antique or brand new?
46. Dress up or dress down?
47. Cowboys or aliens?
48. Cats or dogs?
49. Pancakes or waffles?
50. Bond or Bourne?
51. Sci-Fi or fantasy?
52. Numbers or letters?
53. Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings?
54. Fair or theme park?
55. Money or fame?
56. Washing dishes or doing laundry?
57. Snakes or sharks?
58. Orange juice or apple juice?
59. Sunrise or sunset?
60. Slacker or over-achiever?
61. Pen or pencil?
62. Peanut butter or jelly?
63. Grammys or Oscars?
64. Detailed or abstract?
65. Multiple choice questions or essay questions?
66. Adventurous or cautious?
67. Saver or spender?
68. Glasses or contacts?
69. Laptop or desktop?
70. Classic or modern?
71. Personal chef or personal fitness trainer?
72. Internet or cell phone?
73. Call or text?
74. Curly hair or straight hair?
75. Shower in the morning or shower in the evening?
76. Spicy or mild?
77. Marvel or DC?
78. Paying a mortgage or paying rent?
79. Sky dive or bungee jump?
80. Oreos or Chips Ahoy?
81. Jello or pudding?
82. Truth or dare?
83. Roller coaster or Ferris wheel?
84. Leather or denim?
85. Stripes or solids?
86. Bagels or muffins?
87. Whole wheat or white?
88. Beads or pearls?
89. Hardwood or carpet?
90. Bright colors or neutral tones?
91. Be older than you are or younger than you are?
92. Raisins or nuts?
93. Picnic or nice restaurant?
94. Black leather or brown leather?
95. Long hair or short hair?
96. “Ready, aim, fire” or “Ready, fire, aim”?
97. Fiction or non-fiction?
98. Smoking or non-smoking?
99. Think before you talk or talk before you think?
100. Asking questions or answering questions?

Kang Daniel | Soulmate!AU | Hair

Originally posted by onqs

prompt: every time you dye your hair, your soulmate’s hair gets dyed the same color - when you share eye contact with your soulmate for the first time, your hair goes back to its natural color.

note: daniel is still an idol in this.

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Got It | Eric Coulter x Reader *Smut*

Request: Can you please write an Eric Divergent smut? 🙏🙏🙏 -Anon

ERIC DIVERGENT PLEASE

@thatoneweirdgirl1

A/N: MASTERLIST

Word Count: 959

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex, Shower sex, Eric being a cute ass!

Tags: @harishaanne @thecoffeestudyblr


“Eric you’re such an ass!” You yelled from the other side of the room. With a towel wrapped around your body and with the hair dryer in your hand, you rushed out of the bathroom to find Eric laughing his ass off as he saw you. Eric had put baby powder in your hair dryer and as soon as you turned it on, a cloud of baby powder hit your face and filled your hair in baby powder.

“Eric Coulter! You son of a bitch!” You said grumpily as he continued laughing. After what seemed like 5 minutes of him laughing, he wiped the tears from his eyes. “You’re cute when you’re angry.” He said.

“You’re going to get it someday Coulter.” You aimed the hair dryer at him as he cracked again in laughter. You looked behind you and saw a plug; you put the hair dryer’s plug in the wall plug and turned it on, aiming it at Eric who was now trying to escape the cloud of softness. As soon as you saw that he suffered enough, you turned off the hair dryer. “You got it.”

Eric was not happy but as soon as he saw you laughing, he couldn’t resist but not to laugh too. “Why do you have baby powder anyways?” You asked him.

“Not only women want a soft skin you know.” He said. “This doesn’t come on its own.” He emphasized on his face. You chuckled, walking back in the bathroom to get another shower. You had been living with Eric for the last six months because there weren’t enough room in Dauntless so you moved in with Eric while new rooms were being built. But the rooms were done and Eric begged you to stay with him so you accepted. He was good company plus knowing and living with Eric had its benefits.

“Well I’m going to have to take another shower again since someone had nothing to do this morning.” As you turned around, you heard Eric giggling. Eric had a rough appearance that no one should mess with but once you get to know him, he was quite a funny man. And that’s what got you under his spell. Even when you were an initiate, you were under Eric’s wing. You two had hit it very well, so to make sure that you pass, Eric helped you in training you found a bit hot. Eric’s bulging arms straining against the bar bell was…heh…hot.

You walked in the shower, throwing your towel on the floor. You turned the shower tap on and started to wash your hair again. You closed your eyes, letting the water cascade down your back. It was then when you felt something nudging your thighs. Your eyes snapped open and your head turned around to find Eric behind you, naked, water dripping down his hair, sliding down his sculpted abs and down his thighs. His dick was huge and standing at attention. You gulped as you saw him looking down at you. “Eric…what are you doing in the shower…naked?”

“Well How do except me to wash with my clothes on?” He let out a giggle as he saw you rolling his eyes. He put each hand on each arm of yours and turned you around to take a small amount of shampoo in his hand and started massaging the shampoo in your hair. You enjoyed the feeling on his fingers scratching your scalp and you moaned in relaxation. Eric’s heart skipped a beat at your moan and he moved closer to you, his dick slipped in between your thighs. You rested your head back on his chest. “Eric… if you don’t want to end up in the infirmary with your head split, I suggest we change location.”

Eric lowered his head and with a low voice he whispered, “I’m good here.” His hot breath sent shivers down your spine as it collided with your skin. His hands slowly moved to your breasts, massaging them slowly. He gently pinched your nipples, making you moan. His hips started to move in and out from between your thighs, his member brushing against your clit, making you wet and aroused. “I see the way you look at me Y/N…” He groaned as he moved his hands down to his dick to lift it up even more, so that he had full contact of your pussy.

“Oh fuck!” You cursed from underneath your breath as you felt yourself aching for him to be inside you. “I’m gonna make you beg! I want to hear my name…loud and clear.” Eric’s hand slipped down your stomach until he reached your clit; he started out with slow circular rubs. You let out a groan of frustration. “Eric please! Fuck me!” Eric didn’t need to hear another word. He took his hard dick in his hand and he rammed into you. Strings of curses fell from both of your lips. Eric started thrusting his hips, his hand holding your stomach, pushing you back into him.

“You’re so tight! Fuck!” This gave Eric the push to thrust even harder and deeper. He lifted your right leg to get in deeper, hitting your g-spot perfectly. You supported your body with a hand against the cold shower wall. Eric’s other free hand wrapped around your neck, gently grasping it as he fucked the hell out of you. You felt yourself coming in a few seconds and Eric followed you, his hot heavy breath colliding with your hot skin. The water was still falling on the two of you. You turned around to look at Eric, whose grey eyes were blown from lust.

“You’re so beautiful.” He breathed as he pressed a kiss on your lips.

“You got it.”

Originally posted by book-boys-are-my-guilty-pleasure

Compensation and Consequences: One Shot Request

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Light sexual assault (more implied than anything else) SMUTTY SMUT SMUT SMUT! Blow job, fingering, unprotected sex,  Dom!Bucky, Game of Thrones AU

Word Count: 4028

Request: “Can U do a smutty Bucky game of thrones inspired one shot”

For an anonymous requester 

Authors Note: So this is a game of thrones AU and to be honest I’m kind of into it. Anyway enjoy my slutty, smutty, little drabble! 

Feel free to submit prompts or requests for drabbles and one shots!


“It’s very simple, you take one more step, and I’ll loose this arrow straight into your chest.” You snarl, your bow drawn back, the string tightly pulled against your jaw as you stare forward at the dark haired man, aiming right below the leather buckle that held his warm furs tight around him.

“You would speak with such hostility towards your King?” He asks roguishly, his eyebrows raising as he smirks at you, almost daring you to fire upon him. “What does the title of King have to do with it? Everyone’s king nowadays. There is nothing to the title anymore, so tell me…” you pester, raising your arrow to his face as you close one eye to help with aiming, “What makes you so special as to be named King?”

He shrugs gently, smirking slightly, unable to give you a firm answer to your question, “Nothing in particular, just a concern for my people.” You laugh dryly, your head falling back as the loud sound rips from your chest. Your bow remains trained on his chest, despite your mock amusement

“Concern for your people? We are dying in the streets, our soldiers waging your war while you flit about recklessly, walking out in the open without even a guard… and you deem your quest noble under the guise of concern for your people.” You snarl at him as your head rears back, sending a large chunk of spit flying forward towards him, landing at his feet.

“I defy your lordship.” You growl unwilling to lower your arrow, “I defy you as my king.” He moves slightly, smirking up at you through heavily lidded eyes, moving slowly without fear towards you.

You do not hesitate, making good on your warning as you send the arrow flying from your bow, sailing towards him. He steps effortlessly to the side, avoiding your shot. You move quickly attempting to notch another arrow only to feel the sudden presence of multiple men surrounding you, their own bows pulled taught as they all focus on you.

“Put the bow down Lass,” a tall man steps towards you, a large sword sheathed at his belt, his sandy brown hair cropped short, a thick beard framing his jaw. His stature is tall, his shoulders pushed back as he approaches you defensively.

You continue to hold your bow taught, blocking out the sudden appearance of over a dozen men as your aim continues to rest on the supposed king. “This is how you care for your people?” You snarl, glaring at the king as his head guard advances on you, his hand moving towards his sword.

The king’s hand rises suddenly towards his guard, “Steven. That won’t be necessary.” Your bow relaxes as you look to the guard named Steven, noticing his defensive state as he freezes in his motion.

“A King of the people you claim to be? You take our fathers, our brothers, our blood… And when we fight back, you silence us.” You yell loudly through the street, directing your hateful words to the king before you, as your bow drops down, relaxing your string.

“Take her.” Steve orders sharply as his guards move in on you, dropping you to your knees as they bind your hands in front of you. You do not struggle, knowing the reputation for soldiers and their willingness to dole out pain or other forms of consequences.

They hoist you roughly to your feet as they lead you out of the street towards a tavern up the road.


You are thrown roughly on a bench, the men nearby leering at you over their flagons of ale. You shift uncomfortably under their gaze, hunching slightly as you try to wheedle the shoulder of your tunic back up, the loose fabric having slipped down at the roughness of your captors.

The men cackle and jeer at you, making vulgar comments about what they wish to do with you. The kind of comments only to be found in the repertoire of despicable men. The men’s calls get louder as Steven rises from his post in front of you, leaving you with a younger guard as he moves towards the back entrance of the tavern.

Within moments the fervent words of the men turn to perverted actions as one man steps drunkenly forward beside you, pulling at your bonds and forcing you to rise. “It’s about time I got some compensation for my hard work, a little gift from the king, huh?” He motions to you, making jest of your situation to the other men, a couple of them rising to their feet to join him.

The man pushes you up onto the table, moving in front of you as your foot flies up to kick him in the chest, rolling backwards off the table, your heavy skirts flying over your head as you land on your feet on the other side.

Your escape lasts only for a moment before a large man forcefully grabs you around your torso, your arms pinned painfully to your side as he lifts you from the ground, your legs thrashing about through your heavy skirts as a few men step forward to attempt to grab at your ankles.

“Finally some reward, and such a pretty little bitch too.” A man gapes as he moves forward, gripping your skirts in his hands as you thrash about, suspended helplessly in the air by the surrounding men. You scream, trying desperately to wriggle free as the men jeer around you.

“Release her at once.” A man bellows through the great hall, his voice reverberating with menace as it echoes. In an instant you are returned to the floor, falling to your knees as your arms press tightly to your form, your bonds preventing you from correcting your disheveled garments.

You look up to see the stunning blue eyes of the King as he advances towards you, the crowd of soldiers parting in his wake. You recoil slightly as he bends before you. Pulling a knife from his belt, he slits the rope binding your wrist.

Storing the knife, he rises to his feet, removing his cloak from his back and crouching down to wrap the warm and heavy fur around your shoulders. He straightens slightly, extending both hands to you to pull you to your feet. You accept his assistance as you rise to stand on unsteady legs, the adrenaline causing them to shake beneath you.

He takes you by his side, guiding your hand to wrap around the crux of his arm, your face remaining blank. You stare emptily ahead of you, the shock still coursing through your veins. He turns sharply towards your would be assailants, swelling threateningly to his full height, anger rising in him as his eyes darken to grey, with no trace of the enchanting blue you had just seen.

“If I ever again in my life see you touch a woman in such a way…” He growls, his voice low and clipped, his orders clear. “Mark my words the payment will be a body part that will force you to never again have an impure thought of any woman from that day onwards.” The king smirks slightly as the men cross their knees uncomfortably, understanding the severity of his threat as they fervently murmur their understanding to their lord.

The King nods, seemingly satisfied as he turns, keeping your arm tucked tight beside him as he steers you towards the stairs. You ghost alongside him, your brain still having difficulty catching up to the situation at hand until you are entering a large bedroom as the King closes the door behind you.

You stand there, looking at the King as he detaches from you, wondering what his intentions for bringing you here could be. “Can I get you anything?” He smiles kindly, raising an eyebrow as he pours himself a glass of wine, “A cup of wine? Some food perhaps?” His eyebrows raise as he gestures to the table in front of him, encouraging you to take from the small feast.

Your eyes flick back up to him, noticing the bewitching soft blue tone that has now returned to his eyes as he smiles kindly at you, “My freedom.” You growl, your tone low as your arms wrap defensively around yourself.

“Ahh well…” The King chuckles awkwardly, his hand rising up to pull uncomfortably through his hair as he moves gracefully towards the dresser, undoing the ties of his leather vest. “I can’t very well do that, now can I? You left me no choice when you shot at me…” He speaks sadly, almost regretting the difficulty of his position.

“For now I can offer you only earthly desires, you will stay in my company for your protection, within the week a trial will be held, and I, as a ‘merciful King’ will pardon your indiscretion, saying that you know not what you have done.” He chuckles as he leans back in the chair, his feet rising lazily to rest on the corner of the table.

“You’re going to let me go?” you stammer in surprise, looking at him with confusion, still standing by the door as you clutch his cloak around you. “Of course I am…” He smiles, his eyebrows raising at you, “I would have allowed you to walk away today if you hadn’t shot at me.” He smiles, motioning you to come forward.

You move hesitantly, lowering yourself into the seat beside him, your eyes never moving from his face as he grabs at the food in front of him. “Why?” You ask quietly, your eyes falling from his face and darting to your lap as he turns to look at you.

“I wasn’t lying to you today when I said I have a great concern for my people. Though I may not fully agree with the war Rob Stark is waging, I do think it will be what is best for the people of my region. It is my wish to only take willing and wanting soldiers, but the fame and glory that come with war ensnares many a young man, and they volunteer to race to battle without realizing the very bloody consequences they will find there.” He speaks quietly, leaning towards you, his blue eyes burning into your skin as your heart pounds quickly under his bewitching gaze.

“My lady, I am sorry that you feel that I have taken things from you, that was never my intention. I will not demand that you honor me as your King, I respect your desire to defy me, but I will implore you to consider that I am perhaps not as bad as you have come to believe. Certainly not bad enough to warrant an arrow in the chest?” He smiles, laughing slightly as a sheepish grin pulls across your face.

Your eyes flick up to him once again, your breath catching in your chest as you look at his shimmering blue eyes, the ghost of his laugh present in his gaze. “Perhaps I have underestimated your lordship.” You smile slightly as he leans back in his chair.

“Please, you shot an arrow at me today, I think we are far past formalities, call me James.” He chuckles, bowing his head slightly to you with the introduction.

You laugh lightly at his words, feeling a pang of regret at your actions from earlier when you barely knew the man you were firing at. “James…” You speak slowly, a smile pulling at his cheeks as you say his name. “Y/N.” You speak quietly, giving him your own name. You pause for a moment, reaching for the wine and pouring yourself a glass, you take a long sip before mustering up the courage for your next words.

“James I am sorry for my actions today… It is no excuse, but I had just received word of my brother’s death this morning. He was a soldier in your army, not like the caliber of the men below. He was good, kind, perhaps a little head strong.” Your eyes begin to flood with tears and you are unable to control them as they drip down your lashes.

James moves quickly, rising from his chair to kneel beside you, offering you a handkerchief as he takes your hand in his, rubbing small soft circles on the inside of your palm.  

“I had taken to the streets to console myself, to mourn privately. And I happened across you. I blamed you, and in a way, I dishonored my brother’s memory by discounting his choice. I wanted revenge, I wanted to feel like I could blame someone, and there you were… I never meant.” “Shhhh.” He soothes, wiping the tears from your cheek, his hand moving softly through your hair as he comforts you.

“I understand; you need not explain more. I am so deeply sorry for the loss of your brother.  I do not know what I can do to repair the terrible tragedy that has befallen your family, but name it and I will see it done.” You stand roughly from the table, pulling away from him, your arms crossing in embarrassment across your chest.

“I had you all wrong.” You whisper, shaking your head as your hands pull anxiously through your hair. “I had thought you a coward, a horrible man, willing to let others die doing his bidding as he sat in luxury. But you are caring and kind… and…” Your voice breaks as you cry once more, James rising to his feet and moving towards you, wrapping you gently in his embrace, your sobs unrelenting as he pulls you against his chest.

“Please… please stop this Y/N, you need not upset yourself. I understand, you are forgiven… please… do not weep on my behalf.” he whispers softly, his hand brushing gently against your hair again as he comforts you. You pull back from him to connect with his gaze, his arms still wrapped tightly around you.

Your head swims slightly as you look at his clear, sea like, eyes. Your knees growing weak as you take in the full sight of his appearance. His dark stubble cut along a perfectly angular jawline, his full pink lips a sharp contrast in the dark hair. His eyes are kind and soft, his long curtains of dark hair falling into them slightly as he looks down at you.

Without thinking your hand rises up, pushing his hair back from his face as your lips move swiftly to his, connecting in a forceful kiss. His arms tense around you pulling you closer as his lips move in response to yours, your fingers tensing in his hair as he pushes firmly into the kiss.

He pulls away sharply, releasing you and stepping back, “No… we shouldn’t… I shouldn’t.” He speaks quickly his eyes darting from you as your face flushes with confusion. “You are grieving, Y/N. I have already been the subject of one of your mourning consequences today, do not tempt me to be a second.”

You stare at him for a moment. Though you are appreciative of his concern for you, you feel the overwhelming pull in your abdomen for satisfaction from the king. You stare at him biting your lip as you allow his fur cloak to drop from your shoulders, exposing your tunic sleeves hanging on your biceps, the thin fabric barely covering your breasts, your tight bodice underneath pushing them upwards in a place of prominence.

He eyes you, looking you up and down as his jaw tenses, his pupils blown wide with lust as his hands rake fervently through his hair. “We should… you should get some sleep.” He says gruffly, moving quickly past you without a second glance to move the blankets on the bed, exposing the soft mattress.

You shrug out of your tunic, allowing it to fall to the floor as you step towards him, clad only in your bodice and full skirts, your breast falling and rising noticeably with every breath you take. You step in front of him your hands grazing his hips, as you force your gaze to match with his, taking in his piercing blue eyes once more.

His lip draws softly into his mouth as he looks at you, his teeth biting fervently at the pink flesh. “My judgement is no longer clouded with grief… I am finally seeing things as they are… seeing you for who you are.” You whisper, your lips ghosting up to place a gentle kiss along his tensed jaw, your hands, sliding along his waist to his belt.

You slowly kneel in front of him, holding his gaze as he watches you, your fingers fumbling with his buckle as you undo it. “I want you, my king… this is my choice… you are my decision.” He draws in a quick breath as you pull down his leather riding pants, his quickly hardening cock springing to attention in front of you.

You look up at him imploringly as his hand slides down into your hair, gripping softly against the base of your neck as he nods pleadingly, his fingers twitching you forward. You move at his touch, connecting your lips with the tip of his cock, feeling his thighs tense in front of you at your touch.

You move slowly, your tongue swirling around his tip, before sliding down his shaft, moving in response to his breathing changes as you tease him. You finally take mercy on him as you lick back towards the tip, taking his shaft in your mouth as you slide his whole length deep into your throat.

He moans loudly, his other hand rising to grip the bed post beside him, his legs tensing in front of you. You move slowly, sliding your mouth up and down his shaft, causing his hips to respond with wanting of faster movements.

But you are unwilling to comply, enjoying your forced torture of him as his blue eyes look down at you imploringly. You look up, holding his gaze defiantly and something inside of him changes, his eyes darkening as his pupils widen.

His fingers tense against your scalp, the sharp sensation causing you to moan with pleasure as he pulls your mouth off his cock, his other hand coming down to your waist to pull you to your feet, slamming his mouth harshly against yours, his hand ravishing your chest, grasping roughly at your breasts as you moan in his grip.

He pushes you back against the bed, guiding your hips onto the mattress. He kisses you passionately, his lips moving fervently along your neck, his one hand wrapped around your waist keeping you locked against him, as his other moves between your legs, pulling your skirts feverishly upwards, trying to reach your core.

You feel a warm glow form in the bottom of your stomach as his hand glides along the inside of your bare thigh, your clit throbbing for the contact of his fingers, already soaking from his passionate kisses. His hand stops just before touching you, his fingers curling ever so gently against the inside of your thigh.

He stops kissing you as his eyes flash to meet yours raising an eyebrow as if asking for permission. You hurriedly nod, “James… please…” the words were all he needed as his hand moves quickly against you.

Two fingers slip easily inside of you as his thumb moves up to provide pressure to your aching bundle of nerves, “By the gods darling, you’re soaking.” He moans, his lips moving fervently against your neck as your hips buck against his hand.

He moves quickly, administering just the right pressure to your clit as his fingers curl inside you. With a particularly rough nip of his teeth at your neck you finally topple forward into your orgasm, your walls gripping fiercely on his fingers as your head falls backwards, a relieved moan falling from your lips.

James moves his mouth hungrily to yours, catching you in a deep kiss as his fingers pull from you, eliciting a small whimper from you. He looks down smiling at his wet fingers, slipping them into his mouth to taste you as his eyes connect with yours, his eyebrow cocking slightly. You moan at the site of him enjoying your taste, the wanting between your legs starting to grow again.

You reach feverishly for his neck, your fingers sliding into his hair as you pull him roughly to your lips, tasting your own sweetness on his tongue. Your hips buck forward as you spread your legs widely, locking your ankles around him to pull him closer.

“Y/N…” He moans softly as the tip of his cock grazes your wetness, as he rubs it teasingly up to your clit. “Please…” You whine, moving your hips forward as you beg him to enter you. His stance widens on the floor in front of the bed, as he positions himself at your entrance, sliding slowly inside of you as you moan at the divine sensation.

He growls slightly, his hands gripping onto your hips as he begins to move slowly inside you, his head swimming at the sound of your breathy moans and the incredible sensations as he is engulfed in your warmth.

“James… I…” You stammer as he begins to speed up, his hips snapping against you as he thrusts deeper and more forcefully, causing your head to roll back, your fingers gripping tightly in his hair. His thrusts become hurried and rhythmed as he moves rapidly against you, building you both up to orgasm.

You feel your walls clench as the damn breaks, your eyes rolling back as you moan loudly again, your legs gripping tightly around him, your body shaking in his grip. His arms wrap tightly around you, holding you against him as he continues to thrust up into you, the pressure becoming too great as he tips over into his own release, jerking against you as he holds you tightly, burying his face in your neck.

You stay there for a moment, breathing heavily as you both hold each other. His lips kissing gently along your jaw, to your lips, and finally a soft kiss on your forehead as he leans you backwards on the bed, releasing you on the soft mattress as he pulls himself from you, moving towards the wash basin as he pulls off his tunic, exposing his sweat drenched skin.

You watch him from the bed breathing heavily, your eyes widening slightly at the sight of his perfectly chiseled chest, his sculpted back muscles tensing as he washes his face in the basin, drying off quickly before wetting another towel and coming to kneel in front of you with the wet towel.

He raises your skirts once more, his hands softly gliding up your legs towards your core. He uses the wet towel to clean you off, pressing soft kisses to the spaces that the towel had passed over. After a few moments, he pulls back, helping you to sit up as you unlace your bodice, dropping it to the floor as you move to undo your skirts as well.

You stand naked before him, his eyes raking up your bare body as you move back onto the bed, pushing yourself under the covers, James following quickly. You settle beside each other, his arms wrapping comfortably around you as you rest your head against his chest.

His lips press softly to your forehead, his breathing steadying as you smile, moving your fingers tenderly along the muscular lines of his bare chest. “Now knowing the comfort of being with you like this, it might be impossible for me to let you go.” He says quietly, his hot breath fanning across your forehead.

You smile, tilting your head up to look at him, “Then don’t, my King.” His lips press down against yours moving slowly in a kiss. He smiles as he leans back on the pillow, pulling you closer against him, sighing quietly, grinning up at the ceiling as he speaks softly “I suppose that settles it then, I am never going to let you go.”


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Broken Heart.

Relationships: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Summary: Your friend -Bill- is getting married. He wants your help. Are you gonna help him or are you gonna confess your feelings?

Warnings: fluff, a little angst

Word Count:1817

A/N: Thanks for the request @mirachowder :)  I hope you like it.

Guys, English isn’t my native language. Please warn me if I have made any grammar or spelling errors.Meanwhile, don’t hesitate to text and say your opinions. I take requests btw.With love.x

part 2

    (Y/N) was tired. Her clients really put her through the mill. She could understand that they wanted everything to be perfect. It was (Y/N)’s job. Planning the perfect wedding for the couples … Her client with the high-pitched voice changed her decisions about the choice of flowers again and over again. It was overwhelmed for (Y/N). She tried to help them when she saw their worried gazes.It was an ordinary evening in Los Angeles. (Y/N) would get her warm house and maybe cook some pasta. She could sit on her couch and watch a Netflix while she was eating the pasta. She tried not to drop the wine bottle and took her keys to open the door. She rolled her eyes when she heard the laughs coming from inside.

“I regret that I gave you my spare key.” Eija hugged her when she welcomed her with her open arms.

“Everyone is so busy with their own life. I thought we should spend a little time together.” (Y/N) nodded at her. She passed the wine to her beautiful friend while she was taking her coat off. (Y/N) looked at Skarsgård family. Alexander grinned at her while he was setting the table.

“Welcome.” (Y/N) smiled at him.

“"You still don’t know where to put the fork.” Valter joked around with his brother and left glasses on the table. He winked at (Y/N) and kissed her hair. Alexander aimed at his brother with the silverware and he looked at him menacingly.

“If you do not want me to stab you on your forehead, shut the fuck up.” When the men of the Skarsgård family started to fight like cat and dog, (Y/N) giggled and looked for the man she wanted to see. She knew exactly where Bill was like the back of her hand.

      She took a deep breath before entering the kitchen. She whined when she noticed that her hands were sweating because of the excitement. Bill hadn’t even noticed her while he was chopping up the vegetables on the counter. His long and skillful fingers were moving quickly over the cutting board. She stared at his frowning eyebrows and his lip that he bit. (Y/N) liked Bill. A few months after they met, (Y/N) had confessed her feelings to herself.

“Hey, what are you cooking?” Her heartbeats accelerated as he looked at her. Bill laughed when she sat on the chair.

“Steak; mashed potato with garlic, mustard.” (Y/N) licked her lips when her mouth watered. Bill liked to cook. When he started to cook something, (Y/N) would be like a child in a sweetshop. She always thought it was the best meal she had ever eaten every time he cooked something else.

 "It looks delicious. Do you want me to help? “She heard the voice of the football game coming from the living room. Alexander was screaming on the screen.

"You can help me dress a salad.” (Y/N) washed her hands. She felt relaxed and loved.

“Thank you for the meal, Bill, it was delicious.” She wiped her mouth with a napkin and reached her glass. They were gathered around the dining table and were eating their food. Bill, -who was sitting in chair-, and grinned at her with pride.

“I’m glad you like it.” His loving shiny eyes turned his phone. (Y/N)’s face was faded when he began to touch the screen with a smile. She knew who texting was. She decided to hide all of her feelings when Bill started a relationship with Alida. The woman made him happy, anything shouldn’t be important to (Y/N). She began to drink her wine as she filled up with jealousy.

“It is Alida. After propose, our life is based on wedding planning. Wedding gowns, venue selections, tasting the cakes … "Bill rolled his eyes; looked at his family at the table and tried to smile. He looked at her stealthily. He was curious about her reaction. When he saw that she watched the wall with her empty eyes, he fell into disappointment and bowed his head.

 ”(Y/N), perhaps you should help them.“ Alexander spoke as he cut his steak. Eija looked worriedly at her friend. She knew (Y/N)’s feelings for her brother. (Y/N)’s fingers wandered through the glass. Yes, she was going to respect their relationships. Bill was an impossible man for her. But planning their wedding ruined her. She couldn’t face seeing Alida and Bill together. Bill had invited her to dinner a couple of times. As she knew Alida would be there too, she declined the invitation every time and ran away from Bill.

"I do not think it’s a good idea, Alexander.” Bill should have realized her feelings. He was a clever man; her interest should have caught his attention. Valter looked at her while he was pouring wine into his glass.

“Why? You’re very good at your job. If you help, they can get the perfect wedding they imagined. "Bill and Alida dreamed about their wedding. She thought. Maybe they talked about their weddings for hours while lying on their bed. (Y/N) closed her eyes with disappointment. She thought what she was going to say, hoping Bill wouldn’t insist.

"Will you help us? Please (Y/N), we need your help. "Her fears came true. Bill looked at her with all his sincerity.

"Hey, leave (Y/N) alone. Perhaps she has too much on her plate right now. If you don’t want to do it, tell them. ”(Y/N) was grateful to Eija. Of course, her friend was aware of everything. Perhaps it was necessary to be a woman to understand her situation. She took a breath when she saw everyone in the room looking at her.

“Yes, why not? I’ll plan your wedding. ”

   After the dinner, everyone went to their own house. Except for Bill. He wanted to help her clear the table. When (Y/N) put the dirty dishes in the sink, Bill came to the kitchen.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry if I upset you on the dining table. If you don’t want to plan the wedding, I’ll understand that. ”(Y/N) turned her back to him.

“Why are you saying that?” Bill shrugged his shoulders as he put his hands on his jeans pockets.

“Because I know you don’t like Alida. She is difficult to get along. My family could have loved her after 5 months since we started dating. “She bit her bottom lip for not burst into laughter. On the phone, Eija told her that she hated the woman. She told her that Alida was annoying, she could not bear her. She shook her head when she realized that Bill didn’t know about these thoughts.

"No, it is okay. I’ll do it. "When Bill made (Y/N) turn, she hung her head. She scanned his white V-neck t-shirt. She wanted to touch his chest underneath the T-shirt.

”(Y/N).“ When he held her hand, her body shuddered. With the warm touch, her tears began to pile up.

“Tell me the truth. Why don’t you like her?”

“I don’t know. She doesn’t like me, either.” When Bill stroked her shoulders, (Y/N) put her head on his chest. She closed her eyes with the heat from his chest. She could hear his heartbeat.

"You deserve better.” She didn’t know why she said something like that. It escaped her lips. When he stopped his movement she held her breath.

“Is not Alida worthy of me? That’s what you mean?” With the angry voice she heard, she took her head from his chest. She saw how angry his green eyes were. (Y/N) would talk to him now or she would be silent forever.

“Bill, I didn’t mean that.” Bill went back two steps and looked at her.

“What do you mean, then? Am I not worthy of her? ”(Y/N) looked away with desperate in her face. She screwed up everything.

“What I mean is that you don’t sweeten up each other. How many times you guys had a fight, then you came in my door at 3 am. How many times you decided to break up? ”

“It’s relationship (Y/N). All these things happen. You fight, you get upset, but then you make peace.” (Y/N) took a step to him.

“I can’t bear her to upset a good and understanding man like you. Alida doesn’t like you. She likes your fame, your money. "Bill looked up and looked at her.

"Don’t. Shut up. You’re full of shit. ”

“Does she know your favorite color? Does she know that when you were a child, you fell from the tree and broke your arm? Does she know which song you used to play in your grandma’s piano? Has she watched your movies so many times? Does she watch you when you are asleep? ”(Y/N) had released her tears. She looked up at the man. She looked at the frowned eyebrows. His eyes weren’t leaving hers for a moment. She smiled him bitterly.

“Because I do.“

”(Y/N).“ (Y/N) shut him up. She didn’t want him to feel pity for her. She didn’t want him to talk because he had to say something. She already knew what he was gonna say. She left the confused man alone in the kitchen and ran into the bedroom. She was proud of herself to confess her feelings. Nobody ever told her that she would feel so fucking bad. She locked the door of her bedroom and sat on the bed. When she was sobbing, she wanted him to leave her house.

”(Y/N)?“ She shut her ears up and she closed her eyes tightly.

”(Y/N), please open the door.“

"We need to talk.”

“I am not gonna go till you open that fucking door.”

(Y/N)’s tears were over. She wanted to go to the bathroom to wash up. She moved her weak legs and stood on her feet. How long was she in her bedroom? One hour? Two hours? She didn’t feel anything. Not a damn thing. She opened the door lock. Bill leaned against the wall across from the door, bending his head. She was shocked when she saw the man. Bill picked up his long legs and stood on his feet.

“(Y/N), you need to listen to me.”

“No, go away.” Bill shook his head.

“No. You were right. I deserve better. A woman like you. ” She couldn’t believe what she heard. When Bill embraced her, he kissed her forehead.

“Please tell me you still love me.” (Y/N) just nodded at him. Bill smiled at the woman and kissed her lips.

“I love you too.”

It says on Kirishima’s Bio that he likes everything that’s manly, He’s always pointing how manly kacchan is THEREFORE by my calculations, this must be his situation right now

Check to the Heart (Part 1 of ?)

Bucky x Reader

Modern day Hockey AU

SUMMARY: You are the daughter of one of the greatest hockey players to ever play the game, now as owner of the Avengers, he is bringing your childhood crush Bucky Barnes to the team.  The minute he sees you in your father’s office, you can tell by the smirk on his face he hadn’t forgot about your crush either.  This is going to be fun.

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You sit in the big leather chair in front of your father’s desk staring at all his numerous awards.   Your dad was one of the top 10 players of his generation,  he was now the current owner of the Avengers, one of the top NHL teams in the country.  You were eventually going to take over the team.  You had been working with the team for two years and had great relationships with the team and staff.

 You just wanted to keep your father’s legacy alive.  You were his only child and though you had played hockey as a kid, it was never your long term goal.  You chose to go to business school.   You loved the sport and knew that your future was the team.  

 Your father had called you in to go over some changes he was making to the team.  You were in the process of putting your feet on his desk, when your dad walks in grumbling, “Get your feet off my desk.”

 “Sure thing Daddy-o, so what’s going on?”  Your dad gives you a wide smile, you didn’t like that smile.  That was the smile he gave you when he caught you sneaking in after your curfew.

 “Well I signed someone today.  He is gonna help turn the team around.  He’s a good guy and one hell of a hockey player.”  Your dad was practically hopping in his chair with excitement.

 Feeding off his energy you are getting just as excited. “Oh my God! Did you get Matt Murdock?!”

 “No! Better…James Barnes!”  Your dad looked so pleased with himself.   All you can do is look at him in shock.  Bucky.  Of all the players in the world your dad had to choose your childhood crush and ex friend.

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I got bored with painting it so this is as done as it’s gonna get

Girly (Yondu x Reader)

Synopsis: You’re found by Yondu’s crew and taken in because he believes you can be of use to him. Maybe in more ways than one … 

A/N: I had never thought of writing a Yondu fanfic until I was scrolling through Tumblr and saw some fanfics. Why did I stumble across these?!?! Not that I’m entirely complaining! ;p

Hope you all enjoy! ;p

Warnings: Some swearing, very mild sexual stuff, some death.

Word count: 7k

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stranded || dylan o'brien (part one)

word count: 1954

warnings: death

prompt: none (prologue)

author’s note: this took forever to post and i am so sorry! i know it’s really short, but the next part will be a lot more interesting i promise! i hope you like this

tags: @ sharenaloveyoux

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Hey guys, here’s part 4. I’m sorry it took a while, I’ve haven’t been too well, but I’m a lot better now so updates should be much quicker. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and I’m sorry it’s so long (3,200 words!).The next chapter is going to be a big one! ;) Again, thank you everyone for all your feedback. I can’t tell you how happy it makes me.

Warnings: Swearing


You awoke early Monday morning along with your dorm mates. After a quick shower you headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast with your dorm mates where you found the boys already tucking into their breakfast. Lily pecked James on the cheek before plopping herself down next to him. You took a seat on Lily’s free side, while Mary and Marlene sat across from you. Feeling a set of eyes on you, you looked up to see Sirius giving you a small smile from across the table which you hesitantly returned. You still weren’t sure if you were considered ‘friends’ after your embarrassing run in with him yesterday, and for some strange reason you were hoping that you were friends with the handsome, arrogant, cocky bastard.

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