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El Camino ~ 10K/Reader

I got this request from @gameofthroneswannabe :

“Hi I was wondering if you could do a 10k imagine where it’s the episode where he says El camino and you ride in it with him and he’s got his hand on your thigh while he’s driving and make it fluffy plz thx” It turned out super short, I’m sorry~ Warnings: Fluff and no plot

Walking away from the compound you breathed a sigh of relief, having escaped the completely insane situation you’d found yourself in. You pulled awkwardly at the dress that La Reina’s minions had dressed you in, really feeling quite how short it was now you were back in the apocalypse. Your first mission now was to find more practical clothing, well, after you found a ride.

“El Camino~” You heard ring out and you almost didn’t recognise the voice to be 10K’s, but you grinned when you saw what he was looking at. In the sea of totalled vehicles there was a row of El Camino’s. 10K and Doc turned to look at each other before grinning and running towards the vehicles. You smiled and jogged to catch up, moving to the drivers side of a red El Camino. 

“I’m driving,” You looked over and raised an eyebrow as 10K tried to nudge you out of the way. You raised an eyebrow towards him as you made your way around to the passenger side door, climbing in. 10K fiddled with the ignition trying to start the car up, taking pity on him you removed a bobby pin from your hair and fiddled with the lock, hearing the familiar whirr of an engine and giving 10K a victorious smile.

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The Bathtub

10k x Reader 

Plot summary - You and 10k get split up from the rest of your group and have to take shelter in an abandoned apartment. 

Love Confessions, Soft, Fluff, They have to share a..bathtub?    words - 932

The plan had never been to split up from the rest of the group, which made the situation you found yourself all the more frustrating. You had dealt with hordes before, but the group had been exhausted and hungry, and it just so happened to be getting worryingly dark, so when a pack of zombies began running towards all of you in the middle of the street, you had all scattered without hesitation.

10k in a moment of panic, had grabbed your hand, leading both of you into the first building that looked “less zombie infested” than the rest, which just so had happened to be a decrepit apartment block, running up the many flights of stairs, you both threw yourselves into the first front door you saw.

After having barricaded yourself in with all the furniture you could find, you finally found a minute to catch your breath, as you pulled off your jacket which felt much heavier than when you had pulled it on that morning. In the corner of your eye you could see 10k walking around the apartment using a lighter as his only light source in the dark to look out of the windows and over any barren shelves still left on the walls, pacing over to the only door in the room, before gently nudging it open with his boot.

Walking over to stand by his side, you also investigated the other room, seeing it to be just a grimy bathroom. “We’d be better sleeping in here,” 10k piped up, looking back to you, moving his lighter between you to see your face.

Your first thoughts landed on the rest of your group, but outside it was now pitch black, and it would only prove more dangerous to make your way out to look for them. With a heavy breath you nodded, “yeah, we can sleep till’ sunrise and then go out and look for everybody.”

10k looked at you, seeming to sense your worry for the rest of your group he ran his hand up and down your arm, “they’ll be okay, they probably did the exact same thing as us, plus you look exhausted.” You couldn’t help but nod once again, resisting the urge to yawn.

Walking over to the grubby bathtub in the corner in the room, 10k dropped his bags and gun beside it, before stepping into it, his boots squeaking against the porcelain. Closing the bathroom door, you looked back to him with a raised brow, “uh, what are you doing?”

Shrugging he answered nonchalantly, “more comfortable than the floor?” You couldn’t argue with him as you gazed over at the floor in the dark, almost wincing when you saw something crawling near your foot.

“What are you doing?” 10 asked this time, as you went to sit on the dirty tiles. “Lying down?” You retorted; eyes narrowed. Rubbing the back of his neck, 10 shook his head nervously, “You’ll get cold, you can sleep with m—I mean in here with me,” his eyes widened, “only if you want to, obviously!”

Despite a flutter in your stomach, you let out a soft laugh. “Okay, sure.” Standing back up, you awkwardly tried to climb in alongside him, the tight fit leaving practically no space between you.

Navigating your position carefully, you laid on your side facing away from the taller boy next to you. 10k also shuffled around behind you, causing you to look over your shoulder at him, he couldn’t seem to fit in a way that left room from his arms, unless he crossed them uncomfortably.

With a tired idea, you leaned up and took one of his arms, gently placing it under your waist, “is that okay?” you whispered. “Yeah—yeah that’s great.” He replied, finally seeming to slide down enough in the bathtub to lay down, carefully wrapping his other arm over you so that he was now completely embracing you.

Your face felt hot as you melted into his hold, overall, too tired to feel shy about it. Leaning back into him you could feel his head tilted, slightly rested against yours, all while his long legs were tangled in your own. “I need to tell you something,” you could hear 10 mumble into your hair.

“Hm?” You hummed in response. 10 shifted once again, “I like you, like, really like you.” This seemed to instantly wake you, sitting up and turning to face him, his own eyes wide, in what looked like fear, you muttered.

“Really?” His arm loosened slightly from your waist, as he once again rubbed the back of his neck, mumbling out a weak, “this probably wasn’t the best time to tell you, I just thou—” Cutting him off, you pressed your lips against his own, your hands cupping his face.

Frozen his eyes still opened, 10 eventually seemed to register what was happening as he kissed you back, holding you closer to him as his eyes slowly shut.

Out of breath, you both slowly parted. “I like you too,” a breathless chuckle passing your lips as you spoke. 10k joined in your chuckle as he smiled brightly back at you, “yeah I think I got that.”

This time when you laid back down 10k laid flat, as you rested your head on his chest, one hand on his neck, the other intertwined with his own. The next morning when you woke, you sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, looking over to your sleeping partner who had seemed to have never drop his smile all throughout the night.

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When it’s nearly over - 10k x Reader

Hi! it’s been a little while, but I’m back again with a one shot inspired by the lovely song When The Party’s Over by Billie Eilish.

Tag Line - “Tore my shirt to stop you bleeding.” “I’ll only hurt you if you let me.”

Summary - When Y/N is injured when a miraculous gun fight breaks out, 10k is left stranded and desperate to get her back to safety.

Warning - Injury, angst and fluff.

It had broken out in the matter of seconds, one moment the gang were rummaging through an obviously abandoned warehouse. It had most likely been used to hold supplies for marines or something along those lines. 

But most importantly it was half stocked with tinned goods and other miscellaneous supplies.

Raking through a quaint, but full cabinet of soups, peaches, veg and basically anything else that you could can, Y/N let her eyes skim over the dates on the back of the labels hardheartedly. carefully she placed whatever seemed remotely edible into a currently empty cardboard box, which she had found nearby.

 Hearing the clunk of heavy boots nearing, she turned to peak over her shoulder.

Only to be met with the sheepish smile of 10k, gazing over the packets upon packets he had been balancing in his arms, she gestured towards the box, to which he replied by rather ungraciously dropping all the supplies he had gathered into the box. Walking over he leaned on the wall near her.

“Found anything good?” The tall boy asked, his eyebrow raised and a soft smirk resting on his lips. Pushing onto her tiptoes, Y/N pulled the first thing she found on the shelf and looked over the packaging before turning it in his direction, “how about, Spicy onion flavored Sardines,” she replied pulling a nauseous expression as she grimaced before placing it back on the shelf.

“Well, sounds…” 10 took a moment to think before looking back to her, “Interesting?” 

A look of relief washed over his face when he was met with a chuckle, and a can thrown his way, “Well it’s all yours.” Y/N joked, a gentle grin directed towards him before she walked over to him and planted a soft kiss on his lips. 

Smiling into the kiss the tall boy, snaked his arms around her waist, away to move in once again until they were interrupted by the groan of murphy, “ugh, can you two lovebirds stop making out and just stack cans like the rest of us?”

As 10 went to reply with a witty comment, he was met with the ordering yell of Warren, “10k! Come help with this box.” Before leaving he let out an amused chuckle, before he leaned over Y/N who had seemed to be struggling with a few cans on the top shelf at the back. Looking up towards him, she rolled her eyes with a smile, “My tall hero.” Adjusting his jacket, he only pulled a strong pose before walking out.

For a few rare moments afterwards, everything seemed rather quiet, before a piercing bang was sent through the building. In a mixture of pure shock and confusion, Y/N accidentally dropped a tin she had been holding. Hearing growls and shouting, she furrowed her eyebrows and walked out of the doorway.

Another loud bang, followed by a crash and a yelp of terror. Looking down Y/N clutched at her abdomen, only to be unpleasantly surprised when she was met with a growing crimson patch on her t-shirt. Tightening her arms around herself, she slid down the wall.

Now sat down with her legs out in front of her, letting out a pained whimper as she could now hear what she had seemingly tuned out, more gunshots and shouting. 

The gang, who were hiding behind a table, had heard the second shot, and the mumble of confusion that had escaped from Y/N. Peering over the table 10k had been left in a desperate confusion as Addy had let out a violent scream, as she pointed towards Y/N who was now curled against a wall, clutching at the bullet wound she had suffered.

In a moment of blind fear, the dark haired boy had ran across the room, towards the injured girl, skidding his knees on the cold and bare ground, 10k pressed his shaking hand against Y/N’s stomach, who was now tightly holding onto his arm, unable to find the words that were lumped in her throat.

Tearing the bottom of his t-shirt he fumbled with it before placing it over her waist, pulling her into a hug he snaked his hands behind her and tightened his makeshift bandage. He could feel her shaking in his arms, gasping for air as she spoke incoherently, the only words he could make out were, “I’m scared, oh god, I’m so scared.” Sitting down fully and placing one of his legs behind her back he held onto her.

“Hey, hey you’re going to be fine, I promise okay, just stay with me, and breathe.” He seemed to stagger over his words as he looked into her eyes with a silent plead. The sobbing girl looked back into his, her mouth forming into a frown, as she kept her body small and curled into him.

As the last few gunshots rang out, the rest of the group ran over. Warren helped the trembling boy pick up his girlfriend, who let out a groan of pain. Letting her fingers intertwined with 10′s, she felt  small pecks being peppered on her forehead and hand, as she been layed down, while Warren looked over the wound, before calling over doc to help patch the girl up.

Y/N woke up a few hours later, a sheen of swear over her forehead and quiet murmurs making there way into her ears.

Looking up with teary eyes, the sound of a heavy sigh, caused her to give a weak smile.

As a sharp rippling pain caused her to resist any movement, 10 spoke softly pushing strands of her hair behind her ear. “Calm down there, sweetheart.” He spoke with an amused relieved tinge in his tone.

And there ya go! it’s been a while, so if there’s any improvement you think I could make then just tell me!

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Quiet Whisper

10k x Reader

*Requested*

The group had set up camp on the side of the road because of the darkness that overcame the sky. It was a cold night and no one wanted to keep walking so Warren called for everyone to set up camp and get a fire going. 

It was after dinner and there were people scattered all over the makeshift camp. You were leaning back against a tree and 10k had his head against your chest, breathing softly. 

You had spent so long moving and now that the adrenaline was gone from your system you were feeling fidgety. 10k’s hair brushed against your neck and instantly your hands went to his hair. You carded your fingers through his hair and then lightly scratched your nails against his scalp. 

10k sighed in content, snuggling his head against your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. He could feel the group staring at you two. His reaction was to turn his face so it was away from the group and so they couldn’t see the blush spreading. 

You looked at the group and saw them all smiling at you. You raised your finger in a ‘shhh’ motion but smiled with the group, looking down at 10k. You worked your fingers through his hair, rubbing behind his ear, before leaning down and whispering a quiet “I love you.” 

You could see 10k turn redder before he leaned up and pressed his lips against your ear so he could quietly whisper “I love you too.”

A/N: Okay! I hope this is good! It’s kinda short but I hope that’s okay! Thank you for requesting!

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Break Me Down

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: angst, choking, mentions of sex

Bucky was never good with words.

Or emotions. Or feelings. And that made being in a relationship with him difficult. Hard to break down his walls. Hard to get through. You knew when something was bothering him, when something was wrong. It was written all over his face. His body would tense.

But the problem was, you never knew exactly what was going on inside his head.

You’d ask, he’d say, ‘nothin’, Doll.’ But you knew better. But you were also afraid to push, to cross a line. The last thing you wanted to do was upset him. Hurt him in some way. You wanted to be patient, understanding. Loving. You wanted him to trust you enough to open up. But two years later, he just hadn’t.

****

He sat at the bar, drink in his hand. He was sullen, sipping the whiskey slowly. ‘Lettin’ it burn,’ he’d tell you. Something was wrong. Off. Something had hurt him or upset him. Maybe a bad dream, or a bad memory that had returned out of the blue. That happened sometimes.

You settled down beside him, ordering a drink of your own. “Gonna tell me what’s going on?,” you asked softly and he just grunted in response. You sighed softly and swirled the contents of your glass around, trying to figure out how to navigate this. What could you say or do?

“Buck,” you said, sitting your glass down, turning to face him fully. “We can’t keep doing this. I...I love you, I do. But I’m tired.” You hated admitting it out loud. But you were at your end. “I can’t help if I don’t know what’s bothering you. I can’t fix it if you don’t talk to me. And I want to fix it.”

He licked his lips and let out a heavy breath. “Doesn’t matter,” he grumbled and you shook your head. “Doesn’t, sweetheart. I’m just…,” he tapped on the side of his head, “messed up. I thought I’d be well by now. Feel like me again. But every time I get close, something else comes back and knocks me down.”

You reached for his flesh hand and squeezed it. “If I didn’t love you. Or want you. Or need you, Buck, I wouldn’t be here. I want you to lean on me. Trust me, open up. Lay it all on me because I can handle it. I want to take that pain. I want to help you heal.”

He licked his lips again and nodded a bit.

“Can you do it? Can you break me down?”

You knew you could.

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Touch was Bucky’s love language.

He craved it, wanted to give it and wanted to receive it. Begged for it, the simplest things. Running your fingers through his hair, scratching his back gently as you laid on the sofa. Pulling you into his arms so he could drift off to sleep at night.

Bucky needed touch.

Maybe that was the key to breaking him down.

“I’m giving it to you,” you explained, his brow furrowed. “The reins, the control. All of it. Take me how you need me. Whatever cures the pain. Rough, gentle. Whatever you need to do, Bucky. Whatever takes the pain from you. You’re in charge, in full control.”

He wasn’t sure at first. Afraid he’d go too far, afraid he’d hurt you. Sex had always been gentle with him. He hadn’t wanted to do anything that would or could cause you any pain. So he wasn’t entirely sure how to approach this. Something new, something different. Something else. Territory that hadn’t been explored.

“Are you sure?,” he’d ask the first few times. You’d nod, assuring him that you were in fact, sure. He was still cautious regardless, handling you gently. So you had to get bold, get a little brave. Had to take charge a bit so that he could take charge.

“Doll,” he shook his head, “I can’t. What if I go too far? What if I hurt you?” You lifted the metal hand again, placing it over your throat. “I trust you.” It was simple. And the truth. He breathed heavily and you asked him to squeeze.

He hesitated. His eyes searching yours and you nodded. And it broke him. Squeezing softly, he shivered when you moaned. “Do it again,” he urged as he squeezed a bit more, earning another moan, this one louder. “Again.” Another squeeze. Another moan.

Bucky was officially addicted.

Once turned into nearly every time. Foreplay, his way of letting you know he wanted you. Letting you know that you had broken him down. He got more confident, more vocal about what he wanted and what he needed. Opened up more in and out of the bedroom.

Bucky would take, but he’d always give back. He’d take what he needed, what he needed to break him down. But he’d give you everything you needed in return. “Break me down, sweetheart,” he’d beg, eyes dark. Filled with need for you. So you would. Over and over. Until he was satisfied.

Rough, passionate.

Bucky slowly became a new man.

All because you’d finally broken him down.

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Human

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: light smut

Bucky was touch starved.

For so many years, he’d been treated like less than human. Like a weapon. Like a soldier. Until he met you. You changed him in more ways than he could have ever imagined. Let him open up, be real. Be honest.

Be human.

Laid out beside him, his hands traced your curves. Taking his time, memorizing every freckle, every soft sigh from your lips. Your lips...made him feel human. The way you kissed him. Your pout in the morning when you refused to wake up. The way certain words were formed. Especially “I love you.”

Yes, you loved him. Another thing that made him feel human.

“Want you. Need you.”

His words were soft. Gentle. Not a hint of hesitation. Not a hint of worry. Not anymore. He didn’t need it, not with you. You never denied him touch, love. Desire and want. You simply couldn’t. He needed it, to feel less than what they made him, he said. To feel deeply...to feel human.

“Take me,” you whispered, so he did.

Laying you back, hands still feeling, exploring. Making you moan his name over and over like the most sinful prayer. Making his heart beat faster and faster. Making his head spin. Making him want you more and more. Making him absolutely need you. Every part.

Spread out, hands making goosebumps rise. Lips making you ache. His fingers between your thighs, so achingly desperate to make you come. To hear it. To feel it. Wanting you so badly that he ached in his jeans. Wanting to completely take you.

But he was always patient.

He wanted it to last. He needed it to last. He didn’t want to rush. No, you had all the time in the world now. No more fighting. No more wars. He was no longer the soldier Hydra made him. He was something different now. He was yours. His heart, body and soul belonged to you.

“Moan,” he said softly, your back arching as his fingers slipped inside you. Pumping slow-fast-slow-fast, pushing you to the absolute brink. Hanging over the edge. Aching to let go. But he always drew it out. He loved the sounds.

“Moan, sweet angel. Pretty eyes,” he whispered and it stirred your soul. Something so deep within you. The genuine honesty. How absolutely real his words were. The love behind them. Bucky was something new...something human again. Because of you.

“Let go. Let me feel you.” So you did, crying his name. A sweet song, like a symphony in his ears. Ringing in his head. How did he do it? How did he get here? Get this lucky? What had he done to earn it? Earn your love and affection?

Rolling over you, he wasted no time. Burying himself impossibly deep. Feeling your heat, your wetness. There he was again...human. No longer a monster. One not allowed to feel anything. No emotions, no love. No pleasure. So deprived for decades. Nearly a century. Now...this.

“You’re beautiful,” he panted, one hand bracing himself, the other feeling you. Just touching, feeling. Soft skin, breathy moans. Heaven. Heaven to Bucky. Here with you, nothing else. No distractions. No sounds but the two of you.

“Come again, sweetheart,” he begged, slow strokes hitting that spot over and over again. Making you cry out, making you crazy. Getting so close to the edge again. Bringing you there. Making you explode.

“Beautiful,” he praised, kissing down your neck, across your jaw and to your lips. Deep, passionate. Real, raw. Filled with nothing but love and admiration. For you and you alone. “So close,” he panted, picking up the pace. Harder, faster. Somehow even deeper, you’d feel it for days.

When he came, it was beautiful.

Your favorite part. Watching him let go. Knowing you did that to him. That the feel of you brought him that much pleasure. That he wanted that with you and you alone. That you did it - made him feel alive.

Feel human.

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Beaded Dragon Brooches

Soyushka on Etsy

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You Want Something?

College AU!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: it’s just smut

Parties weren’t exactly your scene.

Yet here you were. Another damn frat party. A house full of drunken frat boys. All interested in one thing...getting laid. You’d been hit on no less than ten times since you’d arrived a few hours earlier. And you’d had just about enough.

Then you saw him.

Blue eyes. Messy hair.

James fucking Barnes.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he cooed, sidling up beside you, “I’m Ja-,” he started. “James, yeah. I know who you are,” you retorted. “So my reputation precedes me,” he chuckled and you simply rolled your eyes. You were already bored.”You got a name?,” he asked and you gave it to him.

“Don’t suppose you’d want a drink?,” he asked and you held up your nearly full glass. “I’m good.” He nodded a bit, leaning against the wall, staring you down. “You want something?,” you asked with a smirk and he simply shrugged. “It was nice meeting you, James.”

Another few hours passed and you saw him again. Watching you. Eyes dark. “You stalking me?,” you asked, making your way over. “Nah,” he chuckled low, “just lookin’,” he replied. “You want something?,” he asked, causing you to roll your eyes.

And that’s how you ended up fucking James Barnes.

Back against the wall. Hard thrusts, making you both moan. Hands in his hair. His on your ass, bringing you closer. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned, head dropping to your shoulder. “Feel so good. So tight, so wet.” You urged him on, legs around his waist, back hitting the mattress.

Deeper. Harder. Messy, filthy sounds falling from his perfect lips. Driving into you. So desperate to make you come. To make himself come. “Baby...god!,” you moaned, nails dragging down his back, making him growl. Low, deep. Causing you to clench around him.

The scream that tore from you was drowned out by the music downstairs. The party still going on. But you were fucked out, being fucked by James. His thrusts didn’t relent. Somehow he moved faster and even deeper inside you.

Relentless. Determined. His moans and grunts grew louder. You came again. And again. And again. He never slowed, never quit. An entire hour of fucking you senseless before he was finally spent.

“Jesus…,” you swore, body sore. You knew you’d feel him for a week. Sweaty, he laid beside you, turning his head to look at you. He softly brushed a hair from your face.

“Can we go again?”

So you did. Fucking you just as hard, just as deep as before. You knew your legs would give out if you even attempted to walk. He moaned your name, over and over. Lips pressed against your pulse point. Nipping and sucking. Itching to mark you up. Wanting to show everyone.

“Mine now,” he breathed and you nodded. You certainly were. Nothing would ever top this. Nothing would ever be this good again. No one could make you feel like this. Only him. And he knew it. Cocky, confident as he gave you three more orgasms.

“Come on, pretty girl,” he cooed in your ear. “One more time for me, yeah? Can you do it? Can you come again?” You nodded at his words but you weren’t sure your body could handle anymore as he rolled you over onto all fours.

His hand came down with a loud smack. Well, that would leave a mark. Twice more before he pushed inside of you, so wet it was dripping down your thighs. “Look at that,” he mused, hands gripping your waist, hard enough to leave bruises. “Look at how dirty you are.”

His words did it.

One more powerful orgasm and your legs gave out underneath you. He pulled you back up, thrusting deep, hips stuttering as he roared with his release. Flipping you back over, he held you to his chest, kissing your temple as your heart slowed and you drifted off.

Waking early, you turned to face him, a spark in his blue eyes. Something devious underneath. Like he’d eat you alive. You couldn’t help but chuckle, pulling him over you. You weren’t sure you could go again. But you were willing to try.

“You want something?”

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Clouds

Summary: Bucky overhears something unsettling at a party.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 1320

A/N: Insecure, touch starved Bucky is my jam. Short but I found it in my drafts and had to post it. 

The first thing Bucky is aware of when he wakes in the morning is Y/N’s hand against his bicep. He cracks one eye open, finding her curled onto her side, head resting on the feathery clouds of their pillows. Her arm is outstretched, fingers against his skin, as though she had reached out in the night, having drifted too far but also too lazy to move closer.

Bucky lets out a low sigh of contentment, shifting over so he can bring her into his arms. She doesn’t even wake, just moves her head so she rests against his bare chest. Her arm snakes over his stomach, fingers twitching against his ribs.

The sun hasn’t even risen yet, long fingers of light just starting to stretch over New York’s skyline. He watches, peace settling in his bones, easing his wounded soul. Bucky is aware of every breath Y/N takes, the beating of her heart, and most of all her skin against his.

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Day Off

Summary: Bucky really wants to take a nap with the reader, but she just wants to read.

Or

Bucky is a giant dog that needs a lot of attention.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader 

Word Count: 2,169

A/N: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think! I would love to hear from you guys! Also, if you’re interested, I’m willing to take requests (if you can’t tell I like to write fluff). I can’t promise I’ll do them as I reserve the right to say no, but the offer is out there. <3 

“Please,” he whines, standing in the doorway to the living room. Y/N doesn’t look up from her book, curled in on herself on the couch. “Please, doll?”

She heaves a deep sigh and looks up, no longer able to focus after ten minutes of Bucky’s begging. “I want to read, Buck. This is my day off too.” He lets out a whine and shifts from foot to foot. “Just go nap by yourself. I don’t know why you need me there.” She lifts her book again and does her best to ignore Bucky’s hurt expression.

It’s quiet for a few minutes and Y/N thinks Bucky might’ve finally left her alone when he flops down onto the couch next to her and buries his face into her hip, arms pushing around her waist to tug her a little closer. “Please?” comes his muffled plea into the soft material of her sweatpants. “I don’t sleep well without you, sweetheart. And all I wanna do is cuddle with my girl.”

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Again | Bucky x Reader

Warnings: fingering, oral, mentions of anal sex, vaginal sex, language

“You’re joking, right?”

Bucky looked at you like you had to be lying. There was absolutely no way that was possible. You were beautiful. Stunning. Sexy as hell in his eyes. It just didn’t seem possible at all to him. He couldn’t wrap his brain around it.

“Jesus, Bucky,” you groaned, head in your hands. This was why you didn’t like getting drunk with him. It always got way too personal. “It’s not like I don’t feel like shit about it enough. Gotta rub it in, too? Put salt on the wound?”

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N. It’s just...it seems unlikely. How long were you with him and he never made you come even once? What in the fuck was he doing?”

“Nearly a year,” you groaned again, taking a deep sip of your wine. One fucking year and not one orgasm. Not one.

“A year?! Are you fucking kidding me?”

“You know what?,” he whispered, looking up at you, “I’m gonna help you out.”

****

And that’s how you ended up underneath Bucky Barnes.

****

“Come on, baby. You can do it. You can give it to me, can’t you? Hmm? I wanna feel it. Taste it on my tongue. Gotta let go for me, Kitten. Can you do it? Can you come for me? Come all over my fingers. Do it.”

You were writhing. Body trembling. Sweat poured down your neck. Your body was on absolute fire. Panting. Almost in tears. The coil tightened. You could feel it ready to burst out of you. It had been too long since anyone had made you come besides yourself. His fingers were driving you insane.

“God, beautiful,” he praised, “look at you. Fuckin’ goddess in my bed. Dripping down on my sheets. Bet you taste like honey, don’t you? Fuck, I gotta get my mouth on that dripping cunt. Gotta bury my face. Wanna hear you screamin’ my name.”

And that did it.

A scream ripped from your lungs. Entire body tensed up. Shaking, convulsing. Seeing white behind your eyelids. Completely soaking his entire hand, coming harder than you had in ages, overstimulated. Sweating, panting. Nearly weeping.

Before you could even come down, his head was between your legs. Tongue going crazy on your clit. Circling, nipping, sucking. Lewd, filthy noises fell from his absolutely perfect lips. Tongue flattened. Cunt to clit. Pushing his tongue in and out of your aching entrance.

“Got another for me?,” he groaned against you. No words would come so you just nodded furiously. Hands gripping the sweat drenched sheets. Dirty, pornagraphic moans slipping from your lips. Writhing, begging for more. For less. For, fuck, anything. Something.

Desperate.

“Oh baby,” he moaned, spreading you wider. His tongue pressed against the tight ring of muscle. Your back arched and you dug your fingers in his hair, pulling harshly and earning the dirtiest sound you’d ever heard. Somewhere between a moan and a growl.

Feral. Primal. Achingly beautiful.

He switched his tongue for his middle finger. Pressing against you as he went back to work on your pussy. Pushing a bit harder with every suck of your clit. Pain and pleasure. Absolute bliss. Heaven underneath him. “Like that, huh?,” he chuckled low, vibrating against you. Making you impossibly wet.

“Filthy dame.”

“Should I fuck it?,” he teased, the tip of his finger now inside your ass. “Would you like that? Did he do that to you? Fuck this tight asshole? Hmm? Did you let him inside?”

“No!,” you cried out, voice absolutely wrecked. Strained. Tears streamed down your cheeks. God, you fucking needed it. Desperately. It was almost painful. Sobs broke through once he was knuckle deep. It was too much. Too damn much. You knew you’d make an absolute mess.

“Jesus, fuck!,” he groaned, his beard now dripping with your wetness. And he wanted more. All of it. All of you. His cock was painful. Pressed against his pants. Aching to get wet, too. To be consumed by your heat. He knew you’d be like fire. He knew you’d drip down his length.

****

“Oh my god,” he breathed. Jaw clenched so he wouldn’t blow his load. Moving at a slow pace. Feeling every inch of your velvety walls. Pure fire. Hot. Scorching. And so goddamned wet. Flowing down your thighs. His sheets would smell like you and it made him harder.

He was addicted. Plain and simple.

He couldn’t just have you once. Not now that he knew how you felt, he’d never be able to erase it from his brain. It would be etched forever. The way you hugged him so tightly. Clenched around his dick. Walls pulsating. You’d come again and soon.

“So close,” he whined, picking up the pace just enough to make him wince. You squeezed him even tighter. How was that possible? “Baby, oh god!,” his voice was broken. He wanted to weep. Nothing has ever come close to this. Never. And it never would.

You were made for him.

“Come,” you panted, lips pressed to his ear and he nearly cried. Beautiful. Perfect. His legs shook. Stomach muscles tensed, brow furrowed. Eyes screwed shut. Heat in his belly. Pure fire. About to blow. He ached for it.

“Let me feel you, Bucky.”

He roared with his release. Head thrown back, whimpering. Whining. Sheer pleasure. Euphoria. Heaven. He was sure this was what heaven was like. Here with you. He needed more. More of you.

****

Bliss.

Tangled limbs. Soft kisses. You hadn’t expected this from him. Friends to lovers. That’s what this was, wasn’t it? Not just one time. You knew it wouldn’t be enough for either of you. Never enough.

He was still buried inside you as you laid together. Felt just too good to pull away. Bodies close. Heat between you. His lips trailed across your shoulder. Neck. Ear. Leaving little love bites in his wake. Marks showing the world you now belonged to him.

Him.

“Can I stay inside?,” he asked softly, his lips now pressed against your jaw. Corner of your mouth. It was so perfect. Filled with love. Love for you. Did Bucky love you? Was that possible? Or was this just post-sex bliss? But you nodded, loving the connection.

He hummed softly, metal hand down your side. Cold vibranium making you shiver. You traced the golden veins with your index finger. You felt his smile against your neck. You accepted all of him. Every part. Maybe you loved him, too. Your best friend.

He rolled over you, caging you in. He kissed you. Passionately, filled with need. He needed you. You felt him grow hard inside you. Filling you again. Completely. His hips stuttered, starting a slow pace. Thrusting deeper, making sure you felt everything.

“Again?,” he whispered. You nodded, lips on his neck.

“Again.”

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prompt(s): 33. “Let’s just stay in bed.” 38. “Wow, you’re hot.”

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More Than I Deserve [Theo Raeken x Reader]

AN: I was so happy with the latest episode, this came out. The song is by the lovely and talented Christian Kane. I just… This song resonates with a lot, and I mean, A LOT of my fave characters and that is saying a lot about my preferences. Fortunately, the muse I got for it is for a Theo Raeken oneshot, because I’m in a Teen Wolf high rn and he’s my smol evil bb.

This takes place after season 6b and in this, Theo has found redemption. But that doesn’t mean he’s off the hook. Like Stiles, he is forever marked by guilt, even more so because of what he did. It wont go away and he has to accept it, and live with it.

Livin’ with me, it ain’t easy

But I do it every day And sometimes even now I wanna run away.

Theo stood at the bedroom door, looking in. YN was still in bed, snuggled up between the pillows, soft breaths evened out and relaxed. His eyes trailed over her body, from her exposed shoulder from wearing one of his t-shirts, to her long legs partially hidden underneath the duvet.

It’s been two years since he received the Bite from Scott. Two whole years since the day that he was finally, finally, accepted into the pack. On that day, with YN in his arms, battered and bruised just like he was, just like the rest of the Pack was after that final battle, he realized that what he thought he was chasing when he came back to Beacon Hills all those years ago, it was nothing compared to what he just achieved then.

And now, both of them were in San Diego, furthering their studies in their respective majors, living in their own shared apartment.

A feeling of contentment washed over Theo as he regarded his life up till that moment. Underneath that feeling, however, there was the smallest layer of disdain. When he thought of what he did in the years past, of what he thought he needed to do to get all this. He felt dirty, inside, his soul stained by the atrocities he committed.

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You took off your sweater and opened your closet trying to find something comfortable to wear. You had your jeans and bra on while searching for a shirt.

Meanwhile your friend Isaac had let himself in at your house and was headed upstairs to you. He found your bedroom door open and was just about to step inside when he glanced over the room to find you not fully dressed. He froze at the sight, not knowing what to do or what to say even though he could only see your back since you had your back towards him. Suddenly you noticed a shadow behind you at the bedroom door  and slowly looked over your shoulder to find Isaac standing there with wide eyes.

“Omg! Isaac what the hell?!” You cried as you turned around to face him, giving him a view of your front now.

“Sorry! Sorry. I..” He stopped mid sentence, looking at your body up and down but then focusing only on your breast.

“Huh.” He added as he raised an eyebrow while admiring the view.

“Isaac!” You snapped as his eyes slowly trailed up to meet yours.

You quickly grabbed a black V-neck shirt and put it on. Your face was red like a tomato out of embarrassment.

“Right sorry.” Isaac mumbled as he turned around.

“Seriously? You’re turning around when I’m already dressed?” He turned to face you again.

“Uh right. Look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..-” As Isaac was trying to find the right words to say, you cut him off.

“It’s okay just, don’t talk about it.  I don’t want it to be more awkward than it already is.” You said shyly and he nodded.

You went back to your closet to shut the door.  You could feel Isaac’s eyes on you the entire time.

“What?” You said a little irritated as you turned to face him.

“You’re hot.”

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second-chance | {Theo Raeken x Reader, Platonic!Stiles x Reader}

The five-minute bell rang, snapping you out of your thoughts and bringing Stiles’ ramblings to a halt. He blinked slowly, before making a face at you.

“Have fun in Economics,” you grin as his face twists in disgust.

“Oh, I will, because I’ll see my favorite teacher.”

“Mhm, I’ve heard he’s a real hit among the students,”

“The ladies love him,”

“His polo shirts are so hot,” you breathe out,

He bursts out laughing, his head tipping backwards as he holds onto you for support. “That’s gross, ew. Do you have the hots for Coach? Is that what’s happening right now?”

You bump shoulders with him, “you know I have a type.”

“Sad middle-aged men who, in an attempt to relive their glory days, take pleasure in torturing students?”

“Oh yeah,”

Stiles snickers, arm dropping from your shoulders as he passes his classroom. “I’ll send you snapchats of him.”

“Oh god, would you?”

“Stop, you weirdo!” He laugh-yells, walking backwards into the doorway.

“Never!” You stick your tongue out at him, finishing your trek to first block.

——

“You are literally, without a doubt, the most annoying person I have ever known and that’s saying a lot because Stiles has been my best friend since kindergarten.” You stare down Theo, who sits there with an infuriating smile.

“How am I annoying you? I’m literally just sitting in the library, doing homework, quietly.”

“This is my study spot and I know that you know that, because I have told you multiple times.”

“I do listen to you, sweetheart, and that’s why I’m here.” He smirks, “it’s the perfect spot to study.”

“You’re aggravating,” you huff, plopping down across from him and pulling out your binder. Looking up and seeing his raised eyebrow, you scoff. “I have studying to do.”

He raises his hands, “I won’t bother you.”

Except he did. Continually.

First, he tapped his pencil against the table. Over. Over. And Over.

“Theo, could you stop that?”

“Sorry, sweetheart.”

Then, he kept clearing his throat.

“Seriously? Either spit out the phlegm or choke on it.”

“You’re so nice.”

“Thanks.”

And finally, the third distraction was when you snapped. He sneezed. Not once. Or twice. Four times, within five minutes.

He glared at your displeased face. “I can’t help my allergies.”

“Isn’t that impossible? You’re a chimera.”

His eyebrows raised as he shrugged, “do I look like an expert?”

“Sorry, excuse me for thinking you would want to know about this affliction that affects you.”

“Do you hate me?” He asked, face void of emotion. “Because, I get it with Stiles. And, everyone else in the pack. But, I haven’t done anything to you.”

“I don’t hate you,” you frown, “but I don’t have a reason to like you, either.”

“Not even when I shared my mini oreos with you in fourth grade?” Theo smiled at your shocked face,

“Every Friday after school, we would…go to the park and eat the Oreos, because Scott and Stiles would have a sleepover and I couldn’t go because I was a girl.” You smile at the memories, “you did it to make me feel better.”

“What would you say if I told you that I have a bag of oreos in my backpack?”

“I would say ‘holy shit, bring em’ out’,” you laugh, but it catches in your throat. “Theo, you’re an asshole for the things you’ve done. But, don’t make me regret saying this, we used to be friends. So, maybe…we could try that again.”

Theo briefly looks stunned, before a smile creeps over his face. “I would really like that.”

——–

Theo watches as you bite into an Oreo, the crumbs covering bits of your lip. The movie you had selected was playing on the TV, a classic horror movie, and illuminated your features. He had always had a bit of a crush on you, from fourth grade to present day. His feelings had quickly sprouted when you were assigned to sit together during art time. You were a bit quiet, as you were annoyed to be separated from Stiles. Yet, the assignment involved working with your partner and you finally started talking to him. The minutes ticked by and you warmed up to him, smiling and complimenting his drawing. He would have never guessed back then that he would be where he is now - your head resting against his chest, arm wrapped around his waist, legs crossed over his.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, inhaling to smell your shampoo.

“Are you smelling me?”

“Maybe,”

“Creep,”

“Isn’t that the name of the movie?”

“Maybe,”

He huffs a laugh, thumb coming up to brush off the crumbs that had collected on your lip-line. Your eyes meet his and the sound emitting from the movie seems to fade away. He leans in, lips smoothing over yours in a slow movement. You smile into the kiss, hand resting against the base of his neck. When he pulls away, his eyes are alight with adoration.

“Thank you.” He presses his nose against yours.

“For making out with you?”

“For giving me a second chance.”

——

Note: I never finished this and I forgot where is was going with it, so I thought I would just publish what I have.

Would anyone be interested if I wrote for Teen Wolf?

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