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[velvetsammy]

hide away with you

sam winchester x overwhelmed! reader (gn)

req by @babygirlbandit

loud. too loud. are the only thoughts swimming through your mind as you shift your weight from foot to foot, standing next to sam. you're having a get together with all your friends and family— and it's not to say you don't love them, but they can be a lot.

everyone is having their own separate conversations, which makes for the entire room sounding like one big echo of overlapping voices. it's overwhelming, making your head feel like it's spinning. sam and eileen are chatting about something or other, your hand grasping the bottom of his jacket sleeve, fingers finding solace in the smooth fabric. it's somewhat grounding, but not enough. you know you need to get some air.

you tug gently on sam's sleeve, just enough to pull his attention away from eileen and onto you. he glances down at you and tilts his head all puppy-like, and you feel yourself melt a little at the sight. he doesn't say anything, just waits for you to explain or tug him away somewhere.

"i need to leave," you decide to say after a moment of silence. he nods, and you let your hand slip under his sleeve to grasp at his hand, your fingers interlocking.

he lowers his voice, then whispers out a soft, is everything okay?" his thumb brushing over the back of your hand, a gesture that makes your heart skip a beat (although that may just be the heart palpitations— you aren't sure.)

"yeah," you respond, voice a little strained, "just need air."

you let go of his hand reluctantly, because you simply cannot spend another minute in this situation without freaking out. you linger for just a moment, fingers brushing, before rushing off towards the staircase and finding your way to a guest bedroom.

you let the door close behind you, breathing heavy as you back up towards the bed, stumbling onto it and sitting. you lean your head against your knees and try to catch your breath— you feel pathetic, heart pounding out of your chest and breaths coming out in heaves.

you don't know when exactly it happens, but your cheeks become stained with tears and you're choking back sobs against the fabric of your pants. you don't even know why. it was just a little loud, and now here you are, struggling to catch your breath.

you manage to regain a little bit of composure, thank god, and that's when the door clicks, slowly opening. it's sam, who looms by the doorway in an almost awkward way.

"wanted to check up on you," he rubs the back of his neck, "you rushed off kind of suddenly, did something—.. you're crying." his voice is soft, like he can tell you're obviously overwhelmed.

you don't look at him, just wiping your eyes with your sweater sleeve, willing more tears not to come. he steps into the room and closes the door behind him gently, hesitantly coming to sit on the bed next to you, close enough that your legs press together.

"hey, look at me," he almost pleads, a hand finding its way to your jaw and guiding your head upwards. "did something happen?"

you shake your head and let out a sniffle, leaning into his touch as a way to ground yourself. "no, 's just loud out there. i'm being dramatic, don't worry about me."

he scoffs quietly, thumbing at your cheek gently. "of course i'm gonna worry about you."

you exhale shakily, gathering your words. "i'm sorry, i... it's stupid, for me to get this upset over it being a little loud." it wasn't just the loudness bothering you, but that was the last straw, you supposed.

"don't apologize," his voice is impossibly soft, his hand fully cupping your cheek now, thumb brushing the leftover tears from your skin. you feel so vulnerable, but somehow sam makes that feeling not so terrifying. "it's okay to get overwhelmed."

you nod, your hand coming up to cover his on your face, fingers lazily half-interlocking. "i— i know that," you start, "just.. i don't know. feel pathetic for freaking out about it."

"well, you aren't." he shakes his head and leans in to press a very soft peck just under your eye, his nose brushing your damp eyelashes. "here, breathe with me." he presses one more kiss to your nose bridge before pulling back when you nod.

"okay. just.. follow what i do, okay?" you agree and he pulls his hand away from your face, instead taking your hand and intertwining it with his. "in," he inhales, deep and long. you do the same, and then you let the air out of your mouths together. you repeat that a few times until you feel a little more grounded.

"think i'm a little better now," you mutter, squeezing his hand once. that gets a little smile from him, and you swear his smiles must be contagious because the corners of your lips quirk upwards too.

"good," he looks at you with those doe eyes and you swear you want him to never look away again— even when you don't want to be seen. "we can stay in here for a while longer, let you calm down a little longer."

you like that idea, so you nod and grasp at him, pulling him into a tight embrace. he's so large that you feel enveloped by his body, and it's a comforting feeling— he's warm and gentle, and he smells like heaven on earth, soft and musky.

he hums against your hair, just holding you tightly. he must know you need it, because he doesn't let go for a long time. when he finally does, his hand still lingers on your arm, rubbing gentle circles into your skin. you give him a stupidly soft smile and he returns it, the large craters in his cheeks becoming visible.

sam leans in to kiss your forehead, then he peppers kisses all over your face, like he's trying to memorize the way your skin feels on his lips. "sammy," you giggle, heart fluttering at the attention he's giving all to you.

you sling your arms around his broad shoulders and press a chaste kiss to his lips, which he hums contentedly at. you can feel the way his mouth curves into a soft smile against yours, and something about that makes you feel special. you kiss him once more, mouths lingering together a little longer this time before you pull back, hands sliding out from around his shoulders and down his arms.

"don't wanna go back down now," you grumble, "wanna love on you more." your hand traces faint shapes against the skin of his arms.

you swear sam blushes at that, which elicits a little giggle from you. "later," he smiles softly, "we should probably rejoin the others now if you're feeling better."

you let out a reluctant little noise but you nod, pulling your hand away from his arm and pushing yourself up off of the bed, holding out your hand to help him up. he takes it— of course he does— standing up and stepping close to you.

he wraps his big hands around your waist and presses one last kiss to your lips, sighing against your mouth. he resists the urge to deepen it. you feel yourself flush and you grin hard, playfully rolling your eyes.

the two of you finally make your way out of the guest room and he leads you downstairs, your hand intertwined with his. although you feel better now, the idea of being anywhere but here with sam feels infinitely more appealing. you would be perfectly content to just hide away with him forever.

[man-o-mine]

Bedframe

Neighbor!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: 18+!! MDNI!! 2k+ words. Rushed in some places, not beta read. Bucky jerking off to reader, bucky reads fanfictions, stucky & sambucky mention, bucky is a horny fuck, pussy eating through panties, dirty talk, unprotected sex, lmk if i missed something.

Summary: Bucky catches you reading smut about him. He's your next door neighbor. Always polite. Bucky helps with your garden, your too tight jars, that broken sink in your kitchen, and a bed frame needing to be put together, crashes your friendship.

This fanfiction belongs to @man-o-mine!! Do NOT steal!!

Your phone was left unlocked on the bedside table, after he called out for you from your room, needing a screw driver. You went to get it from your garage. Little did you know you left your phone unlocked. 

Earlier you told bucky you were reading, but you didn't tell him what. You seemed shy and cut off the conversation too quick for his liking. What was so shameful about the book?

Bucky snatched your phone off the table and started to read a few paragraphs. His breath hitched hard, “Bucky slammed hard into you from behind, cock hitting your cervix-,” Oh, so this is why you wouldn't tell him what you were reading. Bucky copied the link of the so-called “book” and sent it to himself.

Bucky sat your phone back down when he heard you coming back with the screwdriver, “One screwdriver for the Sergeant.” You handed it to him with a smile, you grab your phone and realize you left it open. You glance at Bucky, but he's already back to work.

There's no way Bucky would have looked at your phone. He respects your privacy.

Later that night when Bucky went home, he read the “fanfiction” Bucky Barnes x reader.

Bucky couldn't help it, he was so hard while reading it, all he could imagine is you face down in his bed, while he hits your cervix. 

He loved the thought of you reading fanfictions of him, rubbing your thighs together, getting wet, while he's in your bedroom, fixing your bed. 

Were fanfictions really that popular? Especially about him? He looked up more fanfictions with his name- “Holy shit.” Bucky couldn’t believe it, so many fanfictions about him. Not just him, there were “ships” with him and Steve, and him and Sam.

I mean Bucky went both ways, he never thought people would take interest in him, let alone write dirty things of him fucking.

His doll was into reading these things? His so-called “innocent” neighbor, who makes him open jars- reads dirty fanfictions about him.

He was done for. Bucky pulls the covers off of his legs. Cock hard and heavy against his stomach. He wraps his hand around his cock. He cums four times that night. His stomach and chest were covered in his sticky cum.

A knock at your front door wakes you up, you get up off the couch with a sleepy groan. The door opens before you can get to it, the sun shines brightly through the open door, “Come on doll, you gotta lock the door, what if i was an intruder?”

Your forearm shields your eyes from the light, “At least you would be a handsome intruder.” You didn't even register what you had said, your groggy mind and the light distracting you.

A low groan fell from Bucky’s lips, he didn't know if it was from your words, or the outfit you were wearing. A tight t-shirt, no bra, and shorts that barely hide your cunt. Your nipples are peaks and that damn t-shirt is not hiding them.

Bucky shakes his head to shake away his dirty thoughts, this isn’t right, but why does it feel so right? You’d feel right on his cock.

“Want some coffee Buck? Black?” You start for the kitchen and Bucky can’t help, but look at your ass. Those shorts are not hiding anything.

Fuck his mother didn’t raise him this way.

Bucky walked to your bedroom, today your bedframe would finally be fixed, he had to take his time with the delicate wood of the frame. 

He was attaching the headboard to the frame when you walked in with his coffee. He takes the coffee, his hand grazes yours, he swears his cock might jump out of his pants.

You turn to your dresser, your back to Bucky, you slip your shorts down your legs, your shirt follows.

A surprised noise makes its way out of Bucky, “Doll- I’m still here ya know!?” He looks away fast not wanting to gawk at your body, only in panties.

“Bucky, you’ll be fine,” a hum leaves you as you stretch your back, "Unfortunately my back isn't, the couch has been killing my back.” 

All Bucky can do is stare at your back, your curves, your legs. He takes a deep breath, “I told you, you can stay at my house. You’re my friend after all.” Although he doesn't want to be just friends.

His eyes follow your body as you bend down to rummage through your dresser for shorts.

“Bucky you also only have one bed,” the shorts climb your legs, what a shame, “We’d have to sleep together, I'm a cuddler.”

Bucky looks away and takes a sip of his coffee, he can’t respond or he may moan at you. 

“Oh! Will you take me to get a mattress today?” You're standing beside him now, he looks up at you from the floors.

“Of course, doll.”

He looked amazing on his knees.

It took you two whole hours to pick out a mattress, not that Bucky cared, it meant spending time with you. The ride back to your house was suffocating in the best way possible, you smelt amazing, Bucky was sure he smelt like you now.

“Bucky- this stupid mattress has to take over a day to puff up,” You face Bucky, who is in the doorway of your bedroom.

“My offer still stands,” his beefy arms crossed over his chest, "Don't be stubborn, you can have my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Before you trekked to his house you packed a small overnight bag.

You lay in his bed fresh out of the shower. Bucky’s bed smells exactly like him, it’s soft and comforting. He walks out of the bathroom in sweatpants, and what seems to be no boxers.

Your eyes meet his faster than light travels, “If you need anything I’ll be on the couch.” He turns to walk off then he hears your voice.

“Buck just lie with me, it’ll be ok,” He hesitates, then moves forwards towards the bed.

He’s starting to regret not wearing boxers.

The bed creaks as he lays back in bed, he lays like a brick in the bed, heavy and stiff. No pun intended.

Bucky hears you huff, “You don’t have to be so stiff Buck, relax. I’m just the average woman. You’ve had them in your bed before.”

“I’m trying to be respectful, ya know?” He scowls over at you.

“Wimp,” You scoot closer to him, laying your head on his chest, left leg crossing over his thighs. “Good?” He nods, face flushed.

You fall asleep fast, the night sky taking you to the stars to dream, hopefully about Bucky.

Bucky stays awake long after you, cock hard in his sweats, not daring to move.

By the time his eyes open in the morning, he’s spooning you, protecting you from the morning sun. Both in a fetal position, vibranium arm under lie your head, flesh arm wrapped tightly around your hips, acting as a cocoon.

Cock twitching at the feeling of you pressed tightly against him, Bucky leaves the bed quickly, he walks to the kitchen, starting his coffee maker.

The floor boards creak behind him, “Good sleep, doll?”

Your eyes catch on Bucky’s back, strong from years of training, years of capture, scars litter his body, his left shoulder the worst, but so pretty. Tan skin, kissed by the morning sun, “Huh? Yeah very good actually, haven’t slept that good in years.”

Something unspoken, you both knew it was because of him.

The day flew by fast, Bucky checking your bed to make sure it was stable, making sure the mattress was fluffed enough to sleep on. You both may or may not have taken a nap together.

Bucky watches you from the bedside as you stand, reading on your phone, no doubt a fanfiction about him. He stands in front of you, “So doll, what’s a fanfiction, hm?” 

A look of surprise crosses your face, you try to mask it with a smile, “Fanfictions?”

“Yeah fanfictions.” Bucky takes your phone from your hand, throwing it on the bed, “Didn’t think i knew did you.”

You're frozen in place, “I bet you want me to fuck you right now don’t you? I bet that pussy is begging for me, I know you are.”

Bucky pushes you back towards the bed by your waist, your thighs hit the bed, “I think we should wear the bed in, together. Don’t you agree, doll?” Bucky pushes you on the bed roughly.

Your eyes are wide as you look up at him, he’s already climbing over your body, “Wanna hit that pretty cervix.”

He kisses your thighs, “You have no idea how badly I want you. Been wanting to fuck you so bad.” He sucks a dark hickey into your right thigh. “Wanted to treat you like a lady, wanted to be a gentleman like my momma taught me,” Bucky moves to your left thigh, sucking another hickey, while making eye contact. Your breathing is heavy, eyes and pupils wide.

“Bucky-” He bites your thigh hard to shut you up. “Can’t even take you on a date, before I fuck you.” His tongue soothes over the bite mark. Bucky’s tongue drags higher, up and over your panty covered hips, “Don’t worry doll, you'll get all the dates from now on.” He kisses right under your belly button, “Buy you everything, hold your hand on walks, hold your hands while we fuck, whatever you want doll, you can have.”

Lips kiss lower down your v-line, “I want you Bucky, I fucking need you, please.” The plea came deep from your soul and he knew it. Those words were filled with need. You needed him more than just sex, you needed his love, his heart. 

“I know doll, I know,” The soothing tone melts your brain, Bucky can see you melting for him. He spreads your legs to nestle between them, face right at you wet dripping cunt. He kisses your panty covered clit, your head falls back on your bed. He kisses your cunt, sucking your clit through the panties, “Tell me you need this like I do.”

“I fucking need you Bucky, I need you just as much as you need me,” You look him deep in his eyes, you were filled with certain.

Next thing you know is your panties being pulled to the side as he sucks hard on your clit, back arching off the bed in a bow, mouth open moaning his name.

His forearms lean deep into the bed as he licks your cunt like a savage man, “I need to fuck this pussy now.”

He pulls his shirt off, his sweats come off after, it all happens fo fast-

Youre face down into your new pillows, his cock slams into you hard, hes fucking you so hard. Bucky uses your panties to bring you back on his cock, he fucks deep into you, his cock abuses your cervix, your moans high-pitched, the pillow doing nothing to help hide the noises you make.

“Fuck look at you taking me, so fucking good doll, squeezing me so tight I wont be able to leave this pussy,” A ripping noise sounds and Bucky stops, he looks down seeing the panties in shreds.

“Fuck doll, was so rough I ripped your panties,” A whine deep from you throat, makes Bucky forget the panties. He grabs your hips, pulling you back on his cock slowly, tortuously slow, another whine, then Bucky slams right into your g-spot, he pulls out all the way then slamming back in hitting your cervix.

Your thighs wobble, but Bucky keeps you upright with his hands on your hips. “Can’t get enough of this pretty pussy- Fuck-” His hips stutter against your ass, he moans deep from his chest, “Fuck baby I dont think I’m gonna last any longer.”

Your hips roll back against his teasingly, “Harder Sargeant. Need your cock, Need your cum.”

Every thrust, every roll of his hips, every moan that fell from his lips were so delicious. You look over your shoulders to see Bucky's head thrown back, mouth agape with moans, chest heaving and sweaty, vibranium arm glinting in the light, hands digging deep into your hips. Your eyes roll back in unison as he hits your g-spot, your cunt clenches around his thick cock, “Bucky, I’m cumming!”

Your cunt clenching around his cock has his hips stuttering. Bucky’s balls clench, then he’s cumming. Hot spurts of cum hit your cervix, hips staying flush to yours as you both cum.

Bucky stays still in your cunt, letting himself soften, “I want to make all your fantasies real, especially the ones from your fanfictions.” You wiggle your hips playfully, his cum starts to drip from you as you do.

Bucky gets up from the bed to grab a washcloth to clean you up, he finally lays beside you, the bed creaks, then cracks, “Bucky. Did the bedframe just break?”

Bucky tries not to smirk, “I think it did.”

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[asexxxualerotica]

Wish You Were Here

Open RP Starter

~ Cheating/NTR and Non-Con approved RP ~

Marin let out a deep sigh as she finally set foot onto the warm and sandy shore of the resort. It was just as beautiful as all the pamphlets and pictures had made it out to be, with a crystal clear bay with waves gently rolling into the beach, and warm summer sun radiating over her and making her already-bronzed and tanned skin glisten. It would’ve been absolutely perfect…if only Gojo were here.

She had hoped that this would be a couple’s trip—the first for her and her cute new boyfriend—but he’d ended up having to stay home and help at the shop. She didn’t blame him, of course, she knew and encouraged that passion of his…but she had really, really been looking forward to this vacation, and all the fun they’d have together. Honestly, she was getting horny just thinking about it.

But, lo, no boyfriend. And so she was stuck here, alone, and not-so-subtly needy for attention.

[freeusemuses]

Open starter: Rose's summer festival fun

Beacon's Summer Festival was in full swing. Rules had been lifted over what could be done to the female population of the academy. Students and teachers alike. And right in front of you was one such member of Beacon.

"Like what you see?~" Ruby giggled as she displayed herself in a very provocative position. "I don't mind if you stare ... or if you want to do more than just stare~"

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[under-eden]

Secret Gift (Open RP)

"Surprised?" The Taimanin had been waiting for them to arrive and now here they were. She was all wrapped up like a Christmas present, waiting to be unraveled.

"I'm your secret gift this holiday season~"