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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?

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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Got It (Eric Coulter x Reader) *smut*

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

ERIC DIVERGENT PLEASE @thatoneweirdgirl1


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

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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Girly (Yondu x Reader)

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

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 … 

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

Word count: 7k

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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

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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ponyregrets  asked:

Tipsy kiss for Minty!

Yay for canonverse future fic where they’re all happyyyy and aliiive

The campfire crackles warm and bright, the waves crashing rhythmically against the distant shore, and Monty is happy: snuggled beneath layers of blankets and sandwiched between Clarke and Miller.

As it happens, Monty is also rather drunk. Less so than Jasper (who’s attempting to braid Raven’s hair) and less so than Raven (who’s letting him). But still, drunker than was his original intention when he made this batch of moonshine. Drunk enough that the stars seem two swirl about every time he tilts his neck up at the sky.

Drunk enough that when Clarke gets up to refill her cup, Monty decides it would be an excellent idea to tip sideways and slot his head into the space where Miller’s neck meets his shoulder.

He thinks he feels Miller stiffen beneath him. But it’s hard to tell.

“Tired?” Miller asks, voice deep and warm.

Monty shakes his head. “What gave you that idea?”

“You can always sleep,” Miller offers. But the way he shifts closer to better support Monty’s weight suggests that’s not his preference.

“If I sleep,” says Monty, sensibly, “you’ll drink the rest of my moonshine without me.”

“It’s your moonshine, Monty. Say the word and I’ll make them all turn in.”

Monty grins. Without thinking much about it, he tugs at the fabric of Miller’s jacket, pulling him closer. When Miller turns to face him, Monty lifts his neck—just a hair—and kisses him.

He’s aiming for the cheek. But his depth perception isn’t the greatest right at the moment, so he snags the corner of Miller’s lips instead.

Miller gasps. Monty can feel his breath warm against his cheeks.

“Oops?” Monty whispers.

Miller’s eyes are still closed. His hand closes around Monty’s.

Monty bites his lip. “Not oops?”

Miller nods, and Monty’s whole heart soars.

“Not oops, then,” he says, leaning back in. “Excellent.”

anonymous asked:

Bath time scenario with Noctis and his s/o? :3c If you're still accepting prompts of course! I have an unquenchable thirst for Prince Charm(ing)less

Okay ‘Nonners, here we go! Apologies for the delay (in case it isn’t obvious by now I am a ridiculously slow snail with prompts), and there’s not really any bathing going on here. Hopefully it’s okay though!

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A Fresh Start - Carl Grimes x Reader


You were lying in an abandoned cabin, covered in blankets on the sofa. You were alone, your parents had sacrificed themselves for you to get away. You saw them ripped apart by the walkers right in front of you. It had been almost a year but the image was still fresh in your mind. A whole year, that’s how long you’d been alone. You were a survivor, you were tough and weren’t afraid of the dead anymore, it was the living that were the most dangerous. That’s why when you were found by a new group, you pushed them away and fought them. 

You were lying on the sofa when a man busted the door down, you jumped up grabbing your gun and aiming it at his head. 

“Don’t be stupid. Put that down.” The man said in a harsh tone, he had long hair and a crossbow aimed at you. 

“Why should I do that?” You questioned, “I have no reason to trust you!” You said. Looking behind him you could see more of them. A girl with a cap and a boy with a cowboy hat. 

“Okay” the man replied putting his bow down. You were confused why was he relaxed, you wanted him to be afraid of you. That was when everything went black, something had hit you hard in the back of the head. 

You woke up to the sound of muffled voices. You were gently bumping up and down. You felt around where you were, it was entirely black and you couldn’t see a thing. You started to hit the surface above you with your fists. 

“Hey!” You shouted, “Let me out of here right now!" 

The muffled voices stopped, but no one responded. 

"Please” you said, “I don’t want any trouble, I just wanna be left alone." 

The car stopped and you heard the doors slam. Suddenly you were blinded by light as someone opened the boot of the car that you were lying in. It was a different guy this time, he had a beard and slightly curled brown hair. 

"What do you want from me? I have nothing.” You said staring him right in the eye. 

“We don’t want anything from you, we want to help you.” He replied softly, offering a hand to help you out of the boot with. You ignored the hand and climbed out by yourself. 

“Why should I believe you? I don’t know you, I don’t trust you.” You said sternly. 

“And you have no reason to. But I’d like that to change. Come on, I’ll show you around.” He responded, waving a hand for you to follow him. You felt uneasy about the situation but you followed along. 

The man told you about his community, Alexandria they called it. The man was called Rick, he was the leader of their group. 

“What’s your name?” He asked politely. 

“Y/n.” You replied staring at the floor. 

“That’s a nice name, I like it.” He smiled. 

He pointed to a house and said, “Come on, that’s my house, you look starving. Do you want something to eat?” You nodded your head. 

“Yes please. I haven’t eaten in days.” You didn’t know why, but you felt like you could trust Rick. He opens his front door to be greeted the cowboy from before. His hair was almost as long as yours and it hung over a bandage that covered his eye. You blushed when he caught you staring. You just stared at the floor until someone’s shoes came opposite yours. You looked up and met a blue eye. 

“I’m Carl.” He said awkwardly. 

“Y/n.” You replied, shifting your gaze back to your shoes. They seem very interesting today. 

You later found out it was Daryl with the long hair and crossbow. He was described as adorable and lovable. You thought maybe there were two. 

That day was the start of your new life. It was weeks ago now, you were no longer the new girl. Everyone knew who you were and you knew everyone. You finally fitted in. You lived in the house across the street from Rick, Michonne, Carl and Judith. Rick had offered that you stay in theirs but you liked being alone in the house, it was comforting because it’s what you were used to. 

One night you were round there for dinner. They were your family now, well… With an exception. Carl. He wasn’t family, he was more. You were best friends and inseparable. You took your usual seat at dinner next to Carl. He smiled warmly as you sat down. You talked and laughed throughout the meal.

Afterwards, Carl grabbed your hand and led you up to the roof. You usually did this, you would lie on a blanket and stare at the stars together. You loved stars and planets and all the foreign galaxies that haven’t been explored. It upset you that the human race might never be able to explore it ever. 

“Y/n, you okay?” Carl asked jogging you out of your thoughts. 

“Yeah, fine. I was just thinking.” You replied, looking over at him. He looked at you sympathetically. 

“About your parents?" 

You sighed. The reason you liked the stars and space so much is because your dad was a Nuclear Physicist. He had studied planets for years and it was a huge part of his life. Carl knew this, which is why he understood. You nodded, letting a tear slip out. 

"Hey, no y/n. Don’t cry.” He said wiping the tear and pulling you closer. “I’m here.” He whispered and kissed your forehead. You relaxed your body into his, you fitted like a perfect jigsaw. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your head. 

“I’m not gonna leave you." 

A sigh of relief escaped your lips and you gently rocked off to sleep in Carl’s arms. You woke up in your bed. You rolled over and gasped silently. Carl was in your bed with you. You tried to remember what happened last night but the memory was blurry. You got out of bed and traipsed to the bathroom. You turned the shower on, the hot water splashing your back. You washed your hair and your body and then turned the shower off and grabbed you towel. You wrapped it around yourself, walking back to your room. You had almost forgotten that Carl was there until you opened the door and he was stood there shirtless. You gasped and nearly dropped your towel. 

"Morning.” Carl sung cheerfully. You didn’t want to make it awkward but you had to know. 

“Um…” You stuttered, “Carl. Did we, uh. You know… Last night?”

Carl blinked furiously. “What? No!" 

You let out a sigh of relief. 

"Would that of been a bad thing?” Carl said scratching his arm, nervously. You looked up and locked eye contact. You blushed, you didn’t know how to respond. 

“Well, um. No." 

Carl raised his eyebrows, causing you to giggle. You were blushing furiously. You could only imagine the shade of pink you must be. 

"Careful y/n. I think if you blush any harder you’ll faint from too much blood going to your head.” He said with a wide grin. Your watched his eye as it flicked down to your towel. 

“I should probably get changed.” You said looking away from him. He walked over to you, dangerously close. 

“I don’t mind.” He whispered, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Originally posted by thewalkingdead178

In his confessions, Ted Bundy admitted to visiting the disposal sites of some of his victims, grooming and having sex with the corpses until putrefaction and the damage caused by wild animals rendered further contact impossible.  He’d wash and brush their hair, apply makeup to their faces, and even paint their decaying nails with absolute meticulousness.  Frequently, Bundy would spend entire nights with his victims.  In lurid detail to Special Agent William Hagmaier of the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit, he described returning to Utah to apply foundation to victim Melissa Smith’s motionless face and to shampoo Laura Aime’s hair.  “If you’ve got time,”  he told Hagmaier, “they can be anything you want them to be.” Often, Bundy took photos of his handiwork, explaining later that “when you work hard to do something right, you don’t want to forget it.”  

Hagmaier never publicly divulged the exact details of the sexual acts that Bundy admitted to committing with his victims’ bodies, declaring, “He told me some things which I will never repeat, out of respect for the victims’ families,  Let’s just say that he did some things to the bodies that were just as horrible as they could possibly be.“   

anonymous asked:

Can you do 18 year old Ponyboy as a boyfriend headcanons?


▪ this boy is so lanky and no matter how tall u are he’ll always set his chin ontop of your head and hug you from behind so if you’re only a couple inches shorter than him he’ll stand up on his tippy toes to do it

▪ he’s really bad at gifts he’ll probably buy u a toaster for ur birthday

▪ if u two get into a fight, no matter how small, until u make up he will be so winey and dramatic to everyone around him it’s ridiculous

▪ he always makes cheesy jokes and pickup lines and laughs at his own jokes but if u make one he’ll just, “………wow that rly sucked”

▪ lots of little nose, forehead, and shoulder kisses 24/7

▪ modern!ponyboy would send u pics of naked mole rats and be like “this reminded me of u, ur basically twins”

▪ after you two graduate, you’d rent a dainty apartment and with that, one time you were both brushing ur teeth and it was so crowded in the bathroom, he accidentally spit in your hair when aiming for the sink

▪ you’d take personality quizzes out of magazines together

▪ small apartment + loud sex = angry neighbors and landlords (he didn’t leave the house the next day from embarrassment what a dumbnut)

▪ tries to open jars for u to seem macho but one time he couldn’t so he tried every technique in the book but it wouldn’t budge until u took it from him and opened it

▪"but i loosened it !!111!!!“

ok this won’t turn into a ygo blog i promise

i’m pretty sure even though kaiba serves as a guardian figure for mokuba, he lets him get away with a lot of shit and mokuba is one of those kids who doesn’t like hair cuts and so kaiba just lets him grow into a wild child


You and Sam had gone your separate ways after your heated make out session and as it would happen, you both tossed and turned, unable to sleep with one another.

The bunker was frigid and you had a massive migraine coming on. You searched your room for your emergency stash of narcotics, but came up empty.

Cursing, you made your way to the stock room, bathrooms, and finally the kitchen. Climbing the counter, you searched blindly for the pills Dean usually keeps on hand for emergencies. Knocking a glass, it shattered, and you heard scuffling from the hallway.

Turning, you see Dean in his pj bottoms, sans shirt, hair mussed, gun aimed.

“Jesus, YNN, you tryin’ to get shot?”

“You figured me out,” you teased.

“What the hell you doin’ anyways,” he placed the gun in his waistband and helped with picking up the glass shards.

“I can’t find any pain killers, massive migraine forming.”

Dean opened the one cabinet you hadn’t rummaged through, grabbed two bottles, and filled you a glass with water. “Pick your poison, narc or ibuprofen?”

“My hero,” you reached for the aspirin and downed three.

“Nah, just your friendly neighborhood watch, your hero is flopping around like a damn fish outta water in his room.”

“Guess I’ll go check in,” you pecked Dean goodnight and thanks and walked to Sam’s room. Knocking gently, you heard his muffled response to come in. He was on his side, one arm under his head, the other reaching for you.

“Can’t sleep,” he mumbled and you padded across the room, got under the covers, and he pulled you close.

“That’s better,” his nose was ticked by your hair but he didn’t care.

“What were you doin’ up, YNN?”

“Migraine, looking for painkillers.”

Sam rolled over, got out of bed, opened the tiny dresser drawer and you heard rattling as he placed a bottle of ibuprofen next to you on the nightstand.

“All you had to do was ask,” he pecked your temple, got into bed behind you and massaged your neck.

“Rest, I’ve got you.”

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