#big cock brock

[homotorcyle]

[cowboybarzy]

NELLY BABY!!! Fuck yeah he really doesn’t want anyone else to score lol I’m not mad

[milonator]

Hey just coming out here to say I need people to stop twink-ifying characters that are bigger

HES NOT A TOOTHPICK WITH A SNATCHED WAIST HES WIDE AND CHUBBY AND PERFECT SO STOP MAKING HIM SMALLER THAN HE IS GODDAMNIT 🗿

And there are so many examples of this its so upsetting bro (its especially when the character gains weight to symbolize they're healthier and the fandom goes "yeah but they looked better when they were skinnier :(" NO THEY DIDNT THEY ARE HAPPY NOW YOU JUST SUCK.)

But its also because I love bigger body types they are so much better looking then your fuckin beanpole of a character (cough cough genshin fans)

[titobarkvillier]

thinkin about brock nelson

[lyralu91]

HEAR ME OUT. Gucci + Cock swagger. Yes? No? I think yes.

@alfiestreacle @bruneambre @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler @mollybegger-blog @fevervisions ( @leenieweenie12 and @potter-solomons - you know me 😏)

Tom Hardy in Sergeant Slaughter, My Big Brother (2011)

[buck-star]

Cowboys preference| B.B

>> Little did you know that the break up with the cowboys son would lead you toward the cowboy himself who always had a liking in you. <<

Pairing: Cowboy!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 4.186 Words

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18+, ex-boyfriend’s dad, possessiveness, age gap, smut [fingering (fem!rec), semi public sex], bit angst, lots of fluff

Authors Note: Dividers made by me.

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Bucky’s smirk falters the moment he hears the door cracking open and two voices. He isn’t surprised to hear two different ones — he’s surprised that the one isn’t the person he assumed would come over today. His eyes narrow as the girl laughs — she isn’t supposed to laugh and giggle around his son like that. She isn’t even supposed to be at their house.

“Brock?” Bucky asks, growling as he sees the girl standing next to his son. She is snuggling into his side, holding Brock's arm.

Bucky’s ocean blue eyes roam over her, then toward his son. Both of them have swollen lips and messy hair. He doesn’t even want to know in which corner they made out to look like that, but he knows what else his son's little bitch means.

“Where’s she?” Bucky says in a calm voice. His heart is thrumming against his ribcage, and he needs to use all his willpower to not pin his son by his throat against the wall. Or to pick up that girl next to him to throw her out of the house. “Where’s my Y/N?”

Brock flinches when your name slips past his dad's lips. The girl next to him pulls at his arm — uncomfortable around Bucky and especially to have him staring at them with such an intense expression.

“S-she… we broke up,” Brock mumbles. His eyes dart to the girl next to him, and he lets slightly go of her hand. She looks offended, taking a step to the side while she looks between Brock and his dad. “W-we had some differences and decided to break up.”

“Ya had some differences, or do ya have a different?" Bucky raises an eyebrow. He knows exactly what’s going on, but he wants his son to say it; he wants him to say it in front of the girl he just took home. “A different little toy for ya games? I told ya that my babydoll is special, and if ya ever dare to treat her badly, I will take care of my babydoll, and you can fuck off here.”

Brock's eyes widen, and he shakes his head. “N-no. It’s not like that! Y-you know I- she…” He stutters, his eyes widening as he takes a step to the side, further away from the girl. “It’s all… It’s just a big, really big misunderstanding. I made a mistake; I-i don’t think..."

The moment you took the first step into their house, Bucky was head over heels in love with you. You’re the most precious and sweetest girl he has ever met. He knows about Brock's liking to play with girls, but he made sure that Brock would be better with you — which he definitely isn’t. Bucky’s blood boils, and his heart rate increases while he inhales deeply.

“A mistake? It’s a mistake to treat ya girl like that? She fuckin’ loved ya and ya threw her — ya relationship away — for a girl that wets your fuckin’ cock?” Bucky asks, his voice dangerously low.

Brock backs away; he knows that his dad is protective about you. Your soul is so precious, so soft, and he only wants to protect it from being broken. He doesn’t want your soul to get hurt; he doesn’t want you to get hurt. And his own kid hurt like no one ever should do it.

“Did she see ya kissing her?” Brock's eyes widened at his dad’s question. You didn’t just see them kissing; you saw much more than that. And it wasn’t the first time — you kept it for yourself; another time you talked to him, and he told you he wouldn’t cheat on you again. And here he is — standing in front of his dad, having to explain that the girl next to him — who isn’t you — is the one he cheated on you with.

The look on Brock's face told him everything he had to know. Without another word, he pushes his son to the side and stomps through the floor toward the door. Bucky slams the door shut behind him; with a smooth movement, he takes on his cowboy boots and takes his hat from the door handle.

At some point he started to place his hat at the door handle. He places it firmly on his head, huffing. He can’t believe his son — an immature little boy who doesn’t even know how to take care of such an amazing and sweet girl that you are.

Bucky knows where you are; he knows you better than everyone. Whenever you’re feeling stressed or sad, you’re sitting in the barn on his farm with your favorite horse in the box. You named him, and Bucky can’t help but love the horse just as much as you — maybe it’s because of you, but maybe it’s also because you named him. You named it.

“Babydoll?” Bucky calls you when he enters the barn. The familiar smell of the hay immediately comes to his nostrils, but there is that scent of something so sweet — something he remembers so well. “Babydoll, I know ya’re here. It’s smelling like ya sweet perfume, smelling just like ya sweetness, babydoll.”

You wipe the tears immediately away as you hear Bucky’s voice and his footsteps coming closer to where you are. You should have known that he knows where you are and that he will look for you when Brock comes home alone or maybe even with the girl that just sucked him off.

How stupid you were. Thinking that he would change for you, that he would stop cheating on you. You thought that when Bucky can be such an amazing person, his son could be too, but you were wrong. Brock is the opposite of his dad. And even though things weren't as perfect anymore and your feelings for Brock faded away, you tried to make it work — but Brock didn't, and one-sided just doesn’t work.

“Babydoll, don’t ignore me. Come on, know ya’re in the box with him,” Bucky chuckles as he stops in front of the box and looks into it. He’s seeing you sitting in the corner of the box in the hay. Your eyes are red and puffy, and a low groan escapes his throat.

Bucky hates to see you like that, knowing that his son did this to you. He can’t help the clenching of his heart when he sees you pressed into the corner, your legs close to your chest and your arms wrapped around you. No one dares to hurt his babydoll, no one without consequences.

“Hi, babydoll,” he says softly, walking closer before he lets himself fall into the hay next to you. There is still some distance, but he can smell your sweetness even better now. “Ya know, he’s a dick. He doesn’t deserve ya if he doesn’t know how to treat ya right. Ya’re such a pretty girl, with a beautiful soul.”

You smile softly, turning your head to look at Bucky. His eyes are focused on the horse in front of him, which eats and doesn’t bother to have two guests in his box. You have the urge to grasp his hat and put it on your head; you always do it.

The first time you did it, your ex-boyfriend looked really shocked, while Bucky smirked at you. He loves to see you with his hat; it’s so intimidating and cute. When you asked him why they were staring at you like that, he explained it, and your reaction was the most funny but most adorable thing he has ever seen.

“Ya know, if ya wear a cowboys hat, it means ya his,” Bucky explains with a huge grin on his plump lips. Your eyes widened, and you thought about taking the hat off again, but it felt just so perfect that you didn’t want to take it off. “So, when ya wearin’ my hat, it means ya mine.”

Brock huffed, rolling his eyes about the glistening that sparkled in your orbs. He couldn’t understand the bond you and his dad had; you couldn’t either. At least for a while you couldn’t.

Around Bucky, everything feels just perfect; you feel safe and protected, even loved. You first thought it’s just a typical “girls your age like someone who’s nice and willing to protect them,” but at some point there wasn’t anyone else in your mind when you were alone.

Brock turned more and more into an idiot, and you found comfort in his dad. When Brock started to cheat and you found out your world broke into pieces, Bucky was there. He didn’t know why you were crying when you were suddenly standing in the door; you just said family problems, and he offered you comfort.

Little did you know that Bucky felt loved and happy by giving you comfort. You just sat there, watched the most cheesy movies, baked, or you just were in the stable.

“Ya lookin’ at my hat; do ya want to wear it, babydoll?” His voice interrupts your thoughts, and you feel your cheeks heating up. You should know now that this man notices when you stare at him.

Bucky doesn’t need an answer; he shuffles closer to you and takes his hat to place it on your head. His smile grows as he runs his rough fingers down your cheeks to your chin. He turns your face toward him, his ocean blue eyes staring intensely into yours to see any sign of discomfort.

When he doesn’t see anything but the softness and affection he has with his touch, he keeps his fingers where they are. “He already did it before, didn’t he? He cheated on ya and ya knew it. Did ya see him cheating?”

You swallow thickly as the memories of Brock with the other girl come back to your mind. The way he kneeled in front of you the first time you found out he cheated, his expression pleading that you forgive him for cheating because he didn’t even know why he did it. And you accepted his apology to find out he did it again — he cheated on you so often, you don’t even know how often he cheated with some girls on you.

“H-he…” You trail off, trying to find some more comfort in Bucky’s soft touch. His thumb moves toward your cheek, and he caresses it softly while his fingers wrap around the back of your neck. “He cheated on me really often. I thought he would stop after I found out, but he said he would. But he didn't, and today I saw him getting his… you know, sucked by her.”

Bucky smirks softly when you avoid using the word “cock” or “dick” in front of him. He nods, knowing what you mean. "That's why ya were here so often?”

You nod, then you shake your head. You earn a confused, slightly amused look from Bucky. You run your tongue over your bottom lip, wetting it slightly before you clear your throat to speak again. Bucky’s eyes follow every little movement, his eyes darting from your lips to your eyes, and he chuckles.

“Not just because of that. First yes, kinda. But then there was another reason,” you say softly, leaning more into Bucky’s gentle touch. “But then... with the time I-i lost feelings for Brock after I noticed that he’s still cheating on me. But you… you’re my safe place; when I’m around you, I can be just myself without judgment.”

Bucky grins at you, scooting closer until your legs touch slightly. His softness sends shivers through your body, and you look away with heated cheeks. Those words mean so much more to him than you can imagine. He has dreamed to hear them out of your pretty mouth; he has wished to hear them one day. As much as he’s mad at Brock for pushing you away and fucking another girl, he loves that at least he himself is more for you than just your ex-boyfriend's dad.

“Ya know, ya got my attention the moment ya stepped into our house. But when ya just took my hat, my heart started to beat for ya — it was always a taboo thing since you were with my son. But I got an eye on ya the whole time, babydoll.” Bucky confesses, smirking at you. He can't help himself anymore — he wants to tell you everything he feels for you. He wants to be honest with you, and maybe... Maybe the two of you will have a chance as a couple.

You giggle, then you inhale deeply. You feel guilty, not because you don't feel like Bucky but because of the words you're going to say next. At the same time, you're happy that you can finally say it out loud.

“I stayed with Brock because I thought we could fix it. I thought it at the start, but then it changed. The truth is, I stayed with him because it was the only way to be close to you. I'm just your son's little girlfriend, so you know,” you mumble, looking down at your fingers.

Bucky moves next to you slightly, his face suddenly in front of you, and you notice that he moves to kneel in front of you. His fingers find their way underneath your chin, and he lifts it up. “Ya were never just my son's little girlfriend. Ya were always my babydoll, and ya will be exactly that forever. I love ya more than ya know.”

He opens his arms for you, waiting until you crawl into them. His warm embrace lets you relax immediately. You sigh softly, leaning your back against his broad chest, enjoying the feeling of his fingers trailing up and down your sides. Bucky lowers his head to your neck, his lips just inches away from your sensitive skin, and you shiver in his arms.

“There ya go; do ya trust me? Do ya trust me and let me make ya feel good?” He asks, his voice way lower than before, and you nod, hypnotized by his presence. Bucky chuckles, his warm breath all over the side of your neck and causing goosebumps. Bucky's hands trail lower to your thighs, rubbing and squeezing them carefully. “If ya want me to stop you say it, do ya understand?”

You nod again, earning a harsher squeeze of your thigh. Bucky loves the effect he has on you, but for the moment he needs a proper answer to make sure you understand him. “Y-Yes, I understood, but please...”

Bucky chuckles, his lips finally touching your neck, and you lean even more into him. His soft lips brush over your skin, and you can't help the small whimpers leaving your lips. He slides his metal hand underneath your shirt, caressing the soft skin of your tummy, while he strokes your thigh with his fleshy hand.

“But please, what? Use ya pretty mouth and tell me what ya need." Buck groans into your ear, his fingers sliding further up to your covered cunt. His thick cock is pressing hard against your back, and you can’t help but squirm in his embrace.

“Need you… Bucky, I need you, please,” you whine, throwing your head against his shoulder, looking deep into his blue eyes.

Bucky grins, his lips trailing over your neck, leaving soft kisses all over your skin. You whimper, fingers digging into his thick thighs on both of your sides. He brings his big hands further up your thighs, kneading your soft skin, making you gasp when his rough hands get closer to your pussy.

“That’s what ya need? A man who can take care of ya, don’t ya?” He asks, sucking blue and purple marks into the sensitive skin of your neck. Bucky brings his metal hand to cup your cunt through the pants, massaging you through the fabric.

A soft moan slips past your lips, and Bucky didn’t know he could become more obsessed with you. But after the sweet sound you just made, he can’t help himself but falls even more in love with you.

With his other hands, he opens your pants, his hand sliding into them and underneath your cotton panties. Bucky groans into your neck, kissing along your pulse point. You whimper softly; his fingers are not really cold, but they aren’t as warm as your covered skin either. You shiver under his touch once again. Bucky guides his thick fingers through your folds, humming when he feels the wetness against his rough fingertips.

“Already so wet for me, babydoll.” His voice is low, rougher than usual, and you can’t help the moan that slips past his lips. This man is just too hot for his own good, finger-fucking you in the hay while everyone could walk in and could hear and see the two of you. “Fuck, love ya so much, my precious girl.”

Bucky pushes one of his digits into you, moaning when your tightness sucks him deeper into your warmth. Whines and moans fall from your parted lips, turning Bucky on beyond belief.

You throw your head back; your eyes widen slightly when he starts thrusting into you, immediately hitting your sweet spot. “Fucking shit!”

“No one's ever fucked ya probably?” He asks, earning a shake of your head. He chuckles, increasing his speed slightly while he hits the spot over and over again. “And I’m just fuckin’ ya with my finger. But don’t worry, got ya now, babydoll.”

You nod, whining when he pushes a second digit into you. The stretch is almost more than you ever felt. Brock wasn’t too bad either, but Bucky’s fingers are just so thick — muscular and perfect. Bucky chuckles against your neck, kissing your skin and sucking even more marks into your neck, making sure they are visible.

Pumping his fingers in and out of you makes you see stars already, but when he starts scissoring his fingers and curling them upwards to hit your sweet spot, you feel the look in your stomach tightening.

Your mouth drops open, saliva runs down your chin, and you don’t even try to hold back your moans. Your hips move in the same rhythms as Bucky’s fingers, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

“Mhm-B-Bucky…” you mumble, arching your back. The pleasure he causes with just his fingers is so much better than you have ever experienced before. He grunts, letting you know that he listens to you. “Please, d-do— s-stop.”

Your words don’t even make sense anymore, but you don’t care. Bucky laughs behind you; his free hand placed itself around your throat, pulling you further back until he could look into your face. “Ya want me to stop?”

Before you can answer him, he stops the movements of his fingers, earning a whine. You move your hips, trying to get some friction, but it doesn’t feel as good as before. His fingers don't curl; they don’t hit the spot that makes you see stars.

You lean your head back, causing the hat to almost fall down, but Bucky holds it on top of your head with his shoulder. “Don’t want the hat to fall off ya head, huh. Shows who ya belong to, babydoll. Mine, all mine, aren’t ya, babydoll?”

“Y-yes… y-yours… please— fu-fuck, Bucky,” you moan while you try to form a proper sentence with his fingers still deep inside of you. Bucky grunts once again, his digits moving and pressing against the spongy spot inside of you. You almost scream as pleasure shoots through your body, making it impossible to concentrate on something else but his fingers.

Bucky laughs, kissing your cheek before he moves his fingers again. He just wanted to hear you say that you’re his and that you belong to him. His cock is painfully hard, pressing against his pants, but he doesn’t care; he wants to see you fall apart on his fingers before he thinks about his problem.

“Yeah, come on, babydoll. Come all over my fingers. Can feel that ya close,” he mumbles, bringing his thumb to your clit. He runs his thumb through your folds before circling your clit.

Without another thought or word, you moan his name loudly, your fingers digging into his thick thighs as you come all over his fingers. Your body is shaking, but Bucky doesn’t stop his movements; he thrusts his fingers in a steady but slower rhythm into you, making sure that you can ride your orgasm out.

Your pussy is hugging him tightly; the imagination of how good his cock would fill you comes to his mind, and he groans, thrusting against you from behind.

“Do ya feel that? Fuckin’ hard for ya, babydoll,” he mumbles. Bucky smirks when he sees the soft smile on your lips. You look fucked out, but the smile makes his heart flatter. “Fucked ya so good, can’t even form proper words? It’s okay, I’m gonna take care of ya.”

You nod, breathing still heavy, and sweat is covering your forehead. Saliva is still dripping down your chin, and Bucky tilts your head so he can lick away your spit. A groan leaves his plump lips as he swallows. His tongue darts out once more, licking away more of your saliva.

“Tastin’ good. Now lemme taste ya sweet pussy…” he mumbles more to himself as he removes his fingers from your cunt. A soft pout forms on your lips, and Bucky can’t help but chuckle at your sweet expression. “Jus’ being fucked by me and already wantin’ more? Such a good girl, my good girl.”

Bucky brings both of his thick fingers to his lips, pushing them between his lips as a low, pornographic moan leaves his lips. “Fuckin’ shit, could eat ya out all day.”

“What—“ an almost high-pitched voice comes from the entrance, and Bucky turns around, looking at his son. You’re still sitting between his thighs, your head resting against his shoulder and your hat on your head. Bucky still has his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them while he stares at Brock.

His son's face heats up, an expression between disgust and anger on his face while he looks from Bucky at you and back at his father. It’s not hard to find out what the two of you just did, especially not since Brock heard some of your talks and then moans.

“Did you just— fuck, take your fingers out of your mouth. You just fucked my girlfriend!” Brock growls at his dad. He rolls his eyes, annoyed, and waits for Bucky to do as he’s told.

Bucky slowly pulls his fingers with a plop out of his mouth, stroking one of your sides with one hand while he glares at Brock. Bucky didn’t pull his fingers out of his mouth because his son said so; he did it to smirk at him before speaking.

“Ya girlfriend? My babydoll isn’t ya girlfriend. Ya pushed her away and fucked around. Ya think I will let anyone touch my girl who isn’t me?” Bucky asks in a dangerously calm tone. “I don’t even let ya touch her unless she wants ya to. But do we want to ask her?”

You shake your head, not wanting Brock to touch you. “I’m yours, Bucky, all yours, cowboy,” you giggle and look at him. Bucky’s attention is all in you when you speak, his ocean blue eyes glistening with love and affection when he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, then down over your nose until he pecks your lips softly.

“Don’t ya worry, ya get lots of kisses. And then I can make ya feel good all night,” Bucky smirks at you, then he turns his face toward his son again. “‘Cause ya planned to be with ya girlfriend anyway, right?”

Brock looks down, nodding. Bucky smirks, shaking his head — he never thought his son would be that stupid to push you away, but he’s happy he did. Because Bucky loves you, he really does, and you will show you in every way possible. He doesn’t care what Brock says about Bucky’s loving you. As long as he has you, as long as you’re happy and get everything he can give you, he will never care about anyone else but you.

“My babydoll, I love ya,” he mumbles and gets up, lifting you after Brock walked back to his car to meet his girlfriend like he had planned to do anyway before he caught the two of you.

“I love you too, my cowboy,” you giggle. You can’t help the way you carve your lips, so you lean your head closer toward his and press your lips against Bucky’s plump ones. He groans, massaging your ass and deepening the kiss, letting your tongue dance with one another's. His babydoll with his hat, you made him crazy the first time he saw you, when you first wore his head, and now you belong to the cowboy, and you couldn’t be happier. Not when you have the sweetest and most caring man you can ask for, your Bucky, your cowboy.

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[candymothster]

‎‎ 💋Kinktober 2024🍒‎‎ ‎�� ‎‎ ‎

EXTREME NSFW WARNING!! MDNI!!

A/N: I am starting VERY late for this year's kinkober! But here is my 2024 masterlist this year! I can't wait to work on this big writing project! Can ya’ll also figure out what special interest I’m into again?

All fics will be posted on both Tumblr and AO3 with respective links.

Edit: Please let me know if you’d like to be in the taglist!

Buy Me A Kofi❤️️ My AO3 Acc❤️️Masterlist❤️️

Day 1 Breast Worship - Scott Summers X Reader Post|AO3

Day 2 Double Penetration - young!Charles Xavier x Reader x young!Erik Lehnsherr

Day 3 Public Sex - tasm!Peter Parker x Reader

Day 4 Sensory Deprivation - priest!Matt Murdock x Reader

Day 5 Bondage - Eddie Brock x Reader

Day 6 A/B/O Heat/Rut - Logan Howlett x Reader

Day 7 Virgin - Nightcrawler x Reader

Day 8 Cock Warming - Charles Xavier x Reader

Day 9 Praise Kink - Nightcrawler x Reader

Day 10 Overstimulation - Wade Wilson x Reader

Day 11 Knife Play - Logan Howlett x Reader

Day 12 Sex Toys - Remy LeBeau x Reader

Day 13 Aftercare - tasm!Peter Parker x Reader

Day 14 Candle-Wax Play/Temperature Play - Bobby Drake x Reader

Day 15 Glory Hole - Wade Wilson x Reader

Day 16 Cock Worship - Erik Lehnsherr x Reader

Day 17 Dom-Sub - Remy LeBeau x Reader

Day 18 Cock ring/Plugs - Nightcrawler x Reader

Day 19 Mirror Sex/Masturbation - Marc Spector x Reader x Steven Grant

Day 20 Threesome - Logan Howlett x Reader x Scott Summers

Day 21 Monsterfucking - werewolf!Steve Rogers x Reader

Day 22 Thigh Riding/Fucking - Peter Maximoff x Reader

Day 23 Breeding - Hank McCoy x Reader

Day 24 Somnophilla - Erik Lehnsherr x Reader

Day 25 Non Con/Dub Con - Victor Creed x Reader

Day 26 Pegging - Remy LeBeau x Reader was

Day 27 Hate Fucking/Angry Sex - Scott Summers X Reader

Day 28 Impact Play - Wade Wilson x Reader

Day 29 Hunter-Prey - Logan Howlett x Reader

Day 30 Sex Pollen - Peter Maximoff x Reader

Day 31 First Time - Warren Worthington III x Reader

Top Divider By @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Rose Divider by me :)

[castielsprostate]

uhm anyway this is my official script outline proposal for venom vs spiderfriend / spiderman 4 / venom 4 !

cockroach!venom is travelling to new york all by himself (the the barman is there too because it's just really funny) while we follow eddie having thee worst day he's ever had. he stubs his toe getting out of bed in the morning, his coffee order is wrong and spills on his shirt, he drops his laptop on the concrete, he loses every lead he had on an investigation, a bird shits on his shoulder, it starts to rain and he doesn't have an umbrella, he gets hit by a street puddle a cab drives through, a fling he's "trying" breaks everything off over text message (gender ambiguous), and then when he's crossing the street he gets fucking BODIED by a truck. he gets rushed to the hospital, barely alive, major trauma, broken bones, brain bleed, cardiac arrest, and before he goes he says, "see you soon, buddy," whilst clutching his lady liberty keychain in his hands

cut to spiderman, doing spideythings on earth 616, swinging through the city of new york,

meanwhile, cock!venom is vroaching it up on the other side of the city, going from alley to alley, dodging cars and pedestrians, barely evading death, looking into windows searching for something, making tiny, whiny little alien sounds. he finds a tasty little treat (rat brains) in between and as he's about to munch spiderman's ass squashes him from falling through a marvel sparkles universe hole. venom attaches himself to spiderman and they are an absolute hate at first sight. by GOD does venom hate peter and does peter try to get rid of venom any and all opportunities! "YOU" "what me?" "YOU ARE THE RED BLUE MAN FROM TV" "well... yeah? i'm spiderman? can you get out of my body please??" venom does not, in fact, get out of his body, but they fight some alley bad guys, one calls spiderman an "uptight fruity" and venom goes ballistic. they fight together, badly, because neither of them is strong enough to control the other and then they fight each other before realising it's pointless. venom ends saying "don't let guys like that get you down, bug, sing your own song, dance to your own beat, it's what we do" to peter when they're done fighting and peter just goes ???

eddie is still dying in the hospital, medically induced coma, anne arrives with dan, they mourn him, getting told there's no chance of survival anymore. they're keeping him alive for mrs chen to say her goodbyes, and unhooking his life support in two days. capcut dream montage where he's raising a family together with venom, eddie says, "this is a life i like better,". that's normal behaviour

spideyvenom is being followed by some woodchippers, venom explains NOTHING to the spider man because they doesn't like the spider man. they have a day where they try to find out whats going on, barely working together, but good enough to find out some information. they have an alleycat fight and venom reveals that he's looking for someone "special to us" after coming all the way from nevada, and peter goes "ah.. mr venom, she must be important to you for you to travel all this way, huh?" "yes, insect... he is important to us" and spiderman goes O.O and then tries to help but no one's heard of an "eddie brock". the city, in the meantime, becomes jittery and weird, and something big is coming. something big and wrong. they go on a venom bender and meet the barman in an underground (gay) club in nyc and have a fun (for venom. terrible for spidey and the barman) night out

eddie is dying, slowly, in the hospital, unresponsive to everyone and everything. mrs chen says a tearful goodbye, leaving a bar of chocolate on his bedside table, anne stays with eddie whilst dan goes with mrs chen to get some food. she holds his hand, cries, maybe. she says, through tears,"i wish he could've protected you longer"

spideyvenom are doing what they can to protect people (venom eats a few of them), swinging through the city when more marvel sparkles appear. by god. that's a lot of fucking marvel sparkles. that's. that's too many marvel sparkles. the sky opens up, there really isn't a lot of time left, the something big, something wrong is here.

swinging through new york, spideyman is listing off everything that's going very, very wrong, trying to evacuate as many people, when venom spots eddie, barely, through a top floor hospital window. in reality he actually spots anne, throwing everything on a hail mary, and decides to crash them into the hospital window. anne ducks to protect eddie, spiderman takes off his mask in anger, "mr venom what the hell??? we HAVE to go, NOW,". venom rejects himself from spiderman, launching him out of the window, and jumping onto eddie, trying to be absorbed, "eddie?... eddie... eddie.. eddie. eddie eddie eddie eddie eddie eddie eddie eddie eddie!! eddie!!! eddie!!!! eddie!!!!! eddie!!!!!!! eddie!!!!!!!!!! eddie!!!!!!!!!!!!! EDDIE!!!!!!!!!!!!,"

venom goes to anne, looking at eddie, "why isn't our other waking up? what is wrong with our eddie, anne?". "venom, i'm so sorry."

so venom, without thinking, without any hold back, makes anne perform cpr, just enough to flow into eddie. just. barely. enough. and he brings eddie back again, slamming him back into life, waking up another codex in the process, but he doesn't care. because their eddie is back, and eddie is waking up.

eddie says, whilst reaching up to his chest, "hey buddy, i just had the-," "weirdest dream, eddie,"

silence, for a moment, the camera is only focused on them sitting in eddie's glass covered hospital bed before,

"am i dead? are we dead? is this it?" "no, eddie, we are alive," and eddie presses their foreheads together, gently, with no urgency. just relief. eddie gripping the back of venom's goop, entangling his fingers, wanting to feel venom engulf him again. the moment is cut short by spiderman jumping through ANOTHER window "what in the hell are you doing mr. venom??? we have to clear the city, now, we don't have any time for this"

freaked out, a little soggy, eddie says, "venom, that's th-the-the peter guy from tv from the the purple man universe" "yes eddie, we do not like him," "why is the peter guy from tv in here, why does he know who we are,"

spiderman goes ???, eddie braces himself for a fight, gripping venom tighter, he isn't going to lose him again so soon, "listen sweetie, we aren't going anywhere," whilst gesturing to him and venom, "what is going on here?"

something rumbles the ground, anne yelps, spiderman is up and out another window, "no time, gotta swing, we need to evacuate the city,"

eddie is up, getting anne to safety, she says "don't let him go, venom," before venom is filling him in on everything that happened and being shot into battle in his hospital gown. they full body, venom seeps into every part of eddie, impossibly further than any time before, and eddie lets him in

"we have a new tattoo, eddie?" "got it a while back, it's the," "codex?" "codex,"

they save a few people on their way down, venom eats a few bad guys, "you got a new tattoo, too, huh bud?" "it looks cool on us" they find spiderman and, despite their mutual dislike, team up and [epic battle here]. cool co-ops with veddie launching spiderman, spiderman webbing bad guys like a little burrito for venom to eat, eddie does a few kickflips and gets launched by spiderman to get some up-top threats. and the threat isn't clear, it's not knull, it's not more xenophages, it's something neither of them has seen before, and it just keeps coming... until the sky clears up in an instant. like it was snapped away, and spiderman is marvel sparkled back before any of them know what's happening, "mr venom??" "insect! see you never"

half of the city is destroyed (in true marvel hero style), venom and eddie have to get out of there quickly before anyone gets a too good look.

the final scene of venom and eddie is them sitting in central park, debris magically cleaned up, venom safely tucked in eddie's shirt saying some venom-y nonsense and alien purring, two new chickens who they named roan and gaga pecking away by their feet, looking off into the sunset. eddie whispers, "but i like any life with us best," and venom intertwines their hands

spiderman gets marvelsparkled back into the mcu, having the wildest story to tell, and having so so so many questions, with having none answered because it's Doom's Day.

[mx-pastelwriting]

New Memories

Eddie Brock x GN! Reader x Venom

Summary: Venom only having Eddie's old memories to know what it's like to spend the night with someone, so you help them make new memories.

Warnings: Smut, First Time together, Cute Eddie, Venom Helping, Sorry if it's shit getting back into it!

Minors do not interact!

Getting out of the bathroom from a shower, you look over to Eddie, who had been working on the bed with his laptop before you went in, placing your eyes on him catching as he quickly looked back at his laptop screen. You smile, knowing he is trying to get a peek at you in a towel.

Dating only for four months while taking it slow due to his last relationship, you both never did anything, but that didn't stop you from dropping the towel. Feeling the cold air of the badly heated apartment, you went through Eddie's dresser, keeping some clothes in case of staying the night over. You slowly get dressed, wanting to tease Eddie a little.

"Ask them." A low voice whispers behind you, but it gets overpowered by Eddie's panicked whisper. "Stop it." Turning around to see Eddie swatting at Venom. "What happened?" You ask, making them both stop, but Venom sees his opportunity. "Eddie wants to-" Eddie stops Venom from saying anything further.

"It's nothing," he says, giving you a goofy smile while keeping his hand on Venom's big mouth. "ASK!" Venom shouts away from Eddie's hold, then goes back inside Eddie, leaving him to deal with his last words.

"Ask me what?" You say louder; the room went quiet, but it broke when Eddie sighed, "I know we wanted to take this slow, and I do." He pauses, trying to find the words, "Venom got too deep into my head and found stuff with Anne, and now he wants to." Pausing again making you impatient.

"Wants to what?" You say fed up. "He wants us to sleep together," he says, with his cheeks visibly starting to change color. "He wants to know what it feels like," he explains finally. "And you don't?" You ask while sitting on the bed with a raised brow.

"No, I do," he explains quickly, making you laugh. "I'm joking; I know you do; I've seen the way you look at me." You say, touching his hand moving closer.

"Then let's make new ones," you say, making Eddie perk up. "What?" He asks, but you smile. "Let's make new memories for him; I think it's been long enough." You smirk, moving to sit on his lap. "You gonna kiss me or what?" You say, smiling playfully, needing nothing more. He takes you in his arms, kisses your lips hungrily, feeling his rough hands under your shirt touching your warm skin.

Pulling your shirt up and over, giving him access to your bare chest, he lovingly kisses your chest while holding you close as if you were to disappear. As he draws kisses across your chest as his cock pokes against you, fighting against the fabric, taking pity, you grind your hips against it, earning a groan from him.

Digging your nails into his clothed shoulders as he pushes against making hold loose, making you lay back onto the bed, not following you, he towers over you while resting his hands on your hips while catching his breath. Taking in your body, he runs his hands to your bottoms, slowly pulling them off, then throwing them to the floor before kissing his way back up, loving every inch of your thighs, then using his tongue against you.

Moans bloom from you into the air as your mind quickly drowns from his mouth on you, gripping onto his shirt as your head digs into the pillow you cry, "Eddie." Working as an encouragement, his fingers find their way inside you.

Feeling as they curl inside you with another feeling following as something takes your nerves sparked them with pleasure, earning a new set of moans to sound from you as your mind mushed. Softly, you hit his hard shoulder as your body overstimulates, continuing with his fingers but parting his lips from you, moving up to your ear, kissing it softly before hushing you. "It's Venom," he whispered before pulling away.

Knowing it was Venom who invaded your body, taking over every sensitive nerve that made you a mess on Eddie's bed, you laid back, enjoying the alien's touch as you too watched through watered eyes. Eddie taking his shirt off, letting your eyes trail up his body, making your insides ache. Undoing his pants, not bothering to take them off fully, he pulls out his cock that twitched at finally being released.

Reaching out through your haze, taking his cock in your hand, feeling the hot tip as you massaged it, not stopping you, only tilling his head back moaning at your touch. His hips moved, fucking your hand as Venom dug further into your body, making your arms go weak, leaving Eddie's cock twitching in the air as you squirmed under him.

Taking your hips in his hands, he lines himself with you, then slowly fills you, taking in every inch while scratching an itch you didn't know you had. Both of your moans grew louder from the new-found pleasure. Your back arched as Eddie started his thrusts, fighting with Venom inside you to win over your insides.

Not caring for the fight, you only dig your nails into Eddie's arms while moaning out from your body being taken over. Quickly, your body ached to release from everything, but Eddie's moans only made it harder to wait for him.

Not being able to hold back, you came undone under Eddie. Watching as you came undone, his thrusts turned sloppy as he followed closely behind he cums digging himself in deep as his body threatened to collapse, holding you close as his head tilted back, struggling to call out your name.

Catching your breaths, he pulls out, leaving the warmth of your inside, to then quickly lay down next to you, kissing your cheek. He says nothing; he only looks into your tired eyes as they match his. "Again!" Venom says excitedly, but you both ignore him as your bodies try to recover from your first time together.

Sorry if it's shit. I don't know why it was so hard for me to write!

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

𝙏𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩: @bimbo-bunni

[cowboybarzy]

Thomas Hickey used to live with big cock brock?!?!?! Oh to be a fly on the wall for that

[sweet-littlerose]

Call Me Daddy || Colby Brock Smut

Warnings: Smut 18+, Oral, P in V intercourse, Dom Colby, strong language, unprotected sex

Her phone buzzed as she took another bite of ice cream. She groaned, setting the ice cream container on the coffee table. She hasn't talked to anyone in days and she was purposely ignoring texts. 

That kind of behavior did not sit with Colby well and usually ended up in an argument. Not because he wanted to invade your privacy but he worried. You, Sam, and Colby had been friends for going on 6 years and you’d grown pretty close to them. 

However, you hadn't really succeeded in the relationship department and Colby had a new girl every other week, nothing serious but his excuse was always ‘I have needs’. You had started to grow attached to Colby and when feelings started to form, you started distancing yourself big time. You tried to go on dates but it was no use. No one got under your skin the way Colby Brock did. The thought of him had your core already wet, the idea of his ring covered hands grazing the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. 

Knock Knock

The sound of your door being almost broken down snapped you back into reality. You jumped up from the couch, adjusting your shorts and XPLR sweatshirt you stole from Colby's house months prior. Your hand reaches for the door, turning the knob but before you could open it all the way it swung open. His blue eyes met yours and it was like being struck by lightning.

“Where have you been Y/N” his deep raspy voice had your body aching for him. “Busy…ish” your voice kinda trailed off into uncertainty as you lied to the man. “Busy my ass, you have been ignoring everyone, including me, so what's going on? '' he said as he walked past you into your apartment. You swung the door closed and followed him into the living room, plopping onto the couch where he’d now taken up residence. “I just haven't been interested in hanging out with anyone lately” you said, avoiding his piercing eye contact. 

His hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Truth ...now” he said, his frustration making him ten times hotter. You couldn't possibly tell him the truth though. You couldn't tell him you were ignoring him because you ached for him or how you hated seeing him with other women. “Y/N” his voice said with a warning tone. “I just wanted space from everyone Colby” You said, yanking your head away. “Space away from me, you mean” he said, raising a brow as she questioned you. His hand caressed your thigh, his cold rings causing goosebumps to form on your skin. 

You just looked at his hand, the way it rubbed up and down as your heart raced, threatening to beat from the cavity of your chest. “Colby” you said in a soft almost moaning tone. You didn't mean for it to come out the way it did but his touch was killing you slowly, igniting a fire only he could put out. “Y/N” he whispered, his hand traveling up to your hips.

You look at him with hungry eyes only to notice he had the same hungry look in his eyes. “I want you” you say, your voice almost trembling at this point. His lips curl into a smirk as he hears the words slip from your soft lips. He pulls you into his lap, making you straddle him. You can feel his hard cock underneath you and you could have come undone right then. He runs his hands up your sweatshirt, gripping your hips as he grinds you down against his clothed bulge. Before you could beg or protest, his lips smashed against yours in the most lustful kiss. Your hands rest themselves at the nape of his neck, your fingers dancing through his soft brunette hair. “Colby” your voice comes out breathless as he pulls away from the kiss. He removed your sweatshirt, his lips soon attacking the sensitive skin of your neck before grinding up against you again. 

His arms lift you up by your ass, laying you on your back on the sofa. He kissed down your bare chest and you mentally thanked yourself for deciding not to wear a bra today. His tongue attacked your nipples, his eyes gazing up at you everytime he pulled away. His kisses made their marks all the way down to your waistline. In a quick swoop he pulled your shorts and underwear off. He swiped his fingers slowly across your wet core “Look how wet you are for me” his raspy voice made your stomach do flips as he sucked on his fingers before dipping them back into you, thrusting in and out slowly. His tongue attacks your clit, matching the rhythm of his fingers as they fucked you. “Colbyyy” your voice moaned, dragging out the ending of his name as your stomach knotted itself up. “Call me Daddy and I will let you cum” he said, a smirk planted firmly on his lips. 

“Please…please daddy” you begged him as his tongue attacked your clit again with more aggression, sending you over the edge. Your orgasm shot through you, your back arched as you whined. He wasn't done though, he stood up from his spot between your legs. His ring clad hands undid his belt and removed his jeans and shirt. His boxers were next to find the floor before he was hovering over you, his hand gripping your throat.  “Tell me what you want beautiful~” his whisper in your ear had you ready to submit fully now. “Please fuck me daddy” You begged. With no warning, his cock was pushed into you sending a wave of pleasure up your spine as you moaned out his name. He watched every expression your face formed as his hips thrusted faster. 

“Thats a good girl, moan for me. Let the neighbors know who owns you” he growled into your ear now, his hips crashing into yours with each powerful thrust more intense than the last. “Daddy!” was all you managed to moan before he cut you off. “I know baby, hold on a little longer for me” he grunts out, his breathe staggered as his climax edged closer and closer. His grip on your neck tightened, his breathing getting short and shallow “Now…right now baby” he growled out. Your body trembled as you released on his cock, feeling as his seed filled you to the brim. His hand moved off your neck as he pulled out slowly. His lips kissed and nipped at your neck and collar bone before he slid next to you on the couch, pulling you into his arms as you both managed to catch your breath. “Don’t ever fucking ignore me again” he said with a smirk.

“I think I should ignore you more often” you challenge back.

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HIIIII, this is my first lil post on here. Figured I would give y'all a taste of how I write. Hope you enjoy <3

[titobarkvillier]

BROCK NELSON THE ONLY MAN WHO CAN SCORE

[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (12)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: sexy mobsters, fluff, established Stucky, angst, mentions of smut

Indecent Proposal (11)

Indecent Proposal masterlist

Back from your little getaway with Steve and Bucky, you had to face reality. 

It was just your luck that the cops stumbled over your ex’s body.

A few hours later they knocked at your door, asking you to come to the precinct and give them a statement.

That’s how you ended up in an interrogation room with some cop on a mission. Of course, he knows about Scott’s not-so-legal business.

“Miss Y/L/N, when have you last seen your boyfriend Scott Lang.”

“Mr. Lang isn’t my boyfriend any longer,” you act like you don’t know about his death. “We parted ways a few weeks ago. After a party.”

“Why?” The detective asks. He’s thumbing through a folder in his hands, looking at you now and then.

“Why what?”

“Why are you not together any longer?” He cocks his head to watch you cross your arms over your chest.

You sigh deeply. It’s not the detective’s business why you broke up with Scott. You try your best to keep a straight face and get out of here as fast as possible. 

“Scott is like a big child, you know.” Holding the detective’s gaze, you try not to make a mistake and end up in jail, or get Steve and Bucky arrested. “I dreamed of marriage, children, and settling down.” You shrug. “He has his head in the clouds. We parted ways because we wanted different things. He’s a nice guy, but not the one for me.”

“He was a nice guy,” the detective finally says. You already know Scott is dead, but act like you heard about it for the first time.

“What?”

“He’s dead. Your boyfriend got murdered and we try to find out what happened in his life over the last weeks.” He closes the folder and looks you straight in the eyes. 

“He got killed,” you fake a sob. “No…no. This is impossible. Scott is a good guy. Why would anyone hurt him? I don’t understand.” You think about something sad to shed a few tears. “You must be mistaken. Scott can’t be dead.”

“Miss Y/L/N, where have you been over the last two weeks?” The detective asks. He looks at you, searching for any trace of lies when you answer his question.

“I was on vacation with two friends. They asked if I wanted to join them on their trip,” you sniffle and wipe your eyes. “After the breakup, I needed some time to think about a few things.”

“Steve Rogers and James Buchanan Barnes are friends of yours?” He leans back in his chair. The detective didn’t expect you to be honest. “Since when?”

“We met at a party and kinda hit it off. You know, sometimes you just click with a person and know, you are going to become friends,” you casually say. 

“I assume it was the party you mentioned before.”

“Yes,” you know he knows everything about the party and your connection to Steve and Bucky. There is no point in lying to him. “Scott introduced me to the couple, and we talked for hours.”

“You only talked?” He presses on, eyes dropping to the folder on the table. You know he’s got no proof that you and your men are more than friends.

“I don’t understand your question,” batting your eyelashes you try to pretend you are the meek and shy woman your colleagues described. You know the detective sniffed around your neighborhood and workplace.

“I want to know if you fucked them before or after you killed Scott Lang,” he jumps up from his chair, knocking it over. The detective slams his hands onto the table, making you flinch.

“What? Are you out of your mind?” You gasp loudly and place one hand on your heart. “Detective, Scott, and I broke up. But I would never harm him. Neither would Mr. Rogers, or Mr. Barnes harm him. Why would we do such a thing?”

“Brock,” another detective enters the interrogation room. She places her hand on her partner’s shoulder and whispers something you cannot hear in his ear.

“You sure?” He cocks a brow. “I thought…we got them this time.”

“The results do not lie, Brock. We arrested the killer,” she says while glancing at you. The redhead dips her head to look you up and down. “Detective Romanoff,” she holds out her hand. “We are done here, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Wait…I’m not done. I still got questions,” Brock grunts as his partner guides you toward the door. “Natasha, you can’t be serious. We both know it was them killing Lang.”

“We know shit,” Natasha replies. “Just stop, Brock. We will get them another time.”

You silently walk next to Natasha, wondering what just happened. She guides you out of the building, and toward a black SUV waiting for you.

“Tell Bucky we are even now,” she whispers so no one can hear. “I cannot protect them forever. They need to be more careful and stop disposing of bodies in my town.”

You gape at her. Speechless and a little shell-shocked. “Doll, get in,” Bucky opens the door to the limousine. “Come on. We don’t want to draw more attention toward you.”

“Okay,” you get inside the car, swallowing thickly. “Bucky, what’s going on?”

“Well, shit doll,” Steve shrugs as the driver starts the engine. “Bucky disposed of your ex at the wrong place, and someone found his body.”

“I already got that but…” you hide your face in the palms of your hands. “That woman said you are even now.”

“Nah, she still owes us,” Bucky waves your concern off. “That asshole Brock tries to arrest us for years.” The brunette grins. “He’s like a dog chasing his tail.”

“That’s not funny!” You sniffle. “He accused me of murdering Scott. Or rather that we conspired to kill my ex. I was so scared of saying something wrong.”

“Doll, you did so well for us. Come here,” Steve pats his thigh, and you immediately crawl into his lap to hide your face in his shoulder. “We are sorry for not being there sooner. It was too risky. We didn’t want Brock to dig deeper.”

“What will we do now?” You sniffle. “What if he finds proof that Bucky killed Scott?”

“They won’t find shit,” Bucky grunts. “We made sure of it. One of our competitors will take the blame.” The brunette runs his hand over your hair. “Please don’t worry. That bastard killed more than one innocent bystander.”

“Are you sure?” You fist Steve’s jacket. “I don’t want to lose one of you. Please tell me everything is going to be alright.”

“Y/N, I swear no one is going to part us,” Bucky whispers while you cling to his husband. “I fixed the mess I made. I always do.”

"We are sorry about Brock, and the interrogation. Bucky and I never wanted you to know about this side of our business."

"They were at my workplace, Steve. Everyone believes I'm a criminal, a murderer even."

"We will fix this too," Steve softly says. "For now, let's drive home and forget about this shitty day."

"Tomorrow is a better day," Bucky whispers. "Promised."

Part 12.2

[jocelynscrazyideas]

I love the kinks and quirks of quinn that u wrote 😭 its so him!! he does look like he's gonna be an annoying yet endearing bf (LORD IF YOU'RE READING THIS ITS ME AGAIN) anw can I request a jealous/overprotective and annoying Quinn x people person reader!

Mine || Quinn Hughes x reader

summary: yes ik Luke couldnt drink until this year, but pretend he turned 21 before summer. the Hughes brothers goes out clubbing. Quinn gets jealous of a random group of guys dancing near you all night.

a/n: sorry it’s late!! I’ve been working (I’m getting 💰yuhhh) glad you liked the kinks and quirks!!💗

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I feel hands come down my waist, pulling me back. Not only do I feel his breath, but his hard cock on my ass.

~

It��s mid-july, the Hughes have been busy golfing, conditioning, and getting injured. Luckily, Quinn has been staying out of the trouble…for now.

“Bug? Have you seen my shoes?” Quinn came walking into our room. The blue accent wall we have in our summer home shines against the sun, hitting Quinn’s eyes.

“Hey cutie!” I kiss his neck, standing in my tip-toes, I greet him with a hug, “yes, aren’t they downstairs? Like usual?” I laugh at him as I pull away from our warm embrace.

“No. My clubbing shoes. I can’t get the other ones dirty.” He moans.

so picky.

“I’ll look for them, can you make me some breakfast?” I rub his chest, he looks at me, wrapping his arm under me. Well, around my ass.

“No.” I back up.

Quinn shakes his head, implying that he’s not making breakfast and we’ll probably pick some dinner up at the club. “Do you think Boeser will be there?”

~

Recently, Quinn has been touchy, maybe he’s starting his ovulation period, I mean I just got off my period.

what if we’re synced??

That’s beside the point. We’re only going clubbing tonight because he’s mad I’m spending time with his friends more than him.

~

“Quinn. I told you. Brock and I aren’t anything, he has a girlfriend, and I have a future husband in front of me.” I walk into my closet. Changing for our special night. I pull off my shorts, Quinn walks behind me pushing against me.

“Stop.” He muttered, “I love you.”

“Do you?”

“Yes”

Jack walks in, “hey can Luke and I come with y’all tonight?” He immediately slaps his hand over his eyes.

“Seriously?” Jack groans.

“No, this is not what it looks like. I’m telling her about Brock.” Quinn explains.

~ at the club ~

Jack and I walk up to the bar, grabbing a few drinks for the group. Luke takes a shot, I took a shot and Jack drank his shot. Quinn didn’t drink, he’s the designated driver for tonight.

“Let’s go dance bub!” I grab Quinn’s hand and pull him to the humid ground.

*womanizer: Britney Spears plays*

I start dancing, hands all over Quinn, I kiss him a few times, he’s enjoying every bit of it. He runs me over to the side, “I’m going to grab a few drinks.” He rushed off the dance floor.

I start dancing with random people, having fun. Some guys came behind me, I had no problem with it, thinking they had girlfriends.

“Quinn’s not gonna like this.” Luke held onto me. His breath holds the smells of alcohol.

“Well don’t let me get close to them.” I push Luke behind me, distancing the guys from me. I turn around to face Luke, I start dancing with him. I throw my head up, not looking around.

I feel hands come down my waist, pulling me back. Not only do I feel his breath, but his hard cock on my ass.

I figure it’s Quinn. Again, I feel his hands come down onto me, but this isn’t Quinn. His hands are too bony, and not big. I walk to the bar, looking for Quinn, I notice him standing to the side, waiting for the drinks.

I ask the bartender if the order for Hughes was ready, she nods and hands me three shot glasses, I texted Jack and Luke to come over. I took a glass, licking off the salt that the bartender had left on accident from another order. Jack and Luke come over, taking their glasses, we cheers and take the shots. Quinn wanted a small taste so I kissed him, he sucked off all of the alcohol from my tounge, hoping he didn’t consume any.

Jack and Luke start dancing over to the side of the dance floor, I stay back with Quinn.

“I saw you dancing with those guys.” Quinns tone sounded more questioning than a statement.

Here we go again. First it was Boeser, than it was those guys, who’s next? Jack? “Quinn, I wnat you, only you. I’ll show you. Come.” I pull his hands to my waist. I walk up to his brothers and start dancing with Quinn.

~

I had a great night, but every few minutes more guys would surround me. Quinn was not having a good night.

~

We walk to the car around 2. Jack is ordering pizza on his phone, his drunken eyes look confused.

“Quinn, I’m truly sorry. I have no idea what happened. I didn’t even-” Quinn cuts me off.

“Y/n. I don’t want to hear it.” He turns on the radio.

I scoff, “it’s not like I liked it.” I turn off the radio.

“I mean ask Luke.” I yell.

Quinn looks back at his brother, looking for approval of my intentions. Instead he’s just asleep. Luke snores louder and louder each time we yell.

~

The walk into the house was silent. Quinn went up to the room, taking my purse with him. I took my hair out of the pony tail I slicked it in for the drive home, it got really hot. I talk to Jack about Quinn.

“You know. I think Quinn is upset that he hasn’t seen you in awhile. Yiu always talk to other guys before him.” Jack talks softly.

We stand in the kitchen, lights dimmed, Luke passed out on the couch.

I look upset, “are you saying this or is quinn?” Jack stares at me, and smiles.

“I don’t believe it. I just take my brothers word.”

~

“Why so jealous?” I knock in the door of our room. I slide my dress off, leaving a sexy bralette and thong in sight.

Quinn’s eyes brighten. “Come. Right now.” He’s very excited now.

“Not until we talk.” I motion him to help me take my shoes off.

…

Let’s just say we ended the night by screaming at eachother… and I don’t mean it in an argumentative way.

[itsanerdlife]

Wicked Intentions 5

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

Characters: Peter Stark. Howie Stark. Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers. Clint Barton. TC (T’Challa). Ben Reilly. Cledus Kasady (CK). Brock Rumlow. Gwen Stacy. Wanda Maximoff. Becca Barnes. Amore Lorelei. Kitty Pryde. Frank Castle. George Barnes. Joe Rogers. Winni Barnes. Pepper Stark. Wade Wilson. Eddie Brock. Warner Strucker. Barney Barton. Bobbi Morse. Pietro Maximoff. Logan.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

“You ready?” Bucky grips Clint’s shoulders, giving him a shake.

“You’re about to devastate the female population.” Steve reminds him.

“Shut up, Big man.” I push Steve with the toe of my boot, sitting on the trunk of Bucky’s car.

“Hey, I’m just making sure he knows what he’s giving up.” Steve laughs, swatting at my foot.

Rolling my eyes at him. Peter and Howie pull in, with a minute to spare. Watching them it looks like they’d been arguing on the way here. Tipping my head I watch them walk over to us.

“Drop it, Peter.” Howie huffs.

“Fucking idiot.” Peter mutters.

“Boys?” I lift a brow at them.

Peter shakes his head, looking away.

“We’re good.” Howie nods, Peter scoffs.

“Yeah, and Clint’s a virgin.” I snort, rolling my eyes.

Clint laughs, darting at me, scooping me off the trunk he throws me over his shoulder.

“At least I didn’t announce to the whole school, I wasn’t a virgin before my promising even came out.” He smacks me on the ass as I laugh.

“Oh god don’t remind us.” Peter groans, pushing Bucky away as he laughs.

Clint gives me a toss, throwing me over Bucky’s shoulder.

“Always causing trouble.” He chuckles, heading for the warehouse.

“Isn’t that why you picked me Boss man?” I laugh.

“Hell yeah.” He chuckles, setting me down. Turning on my toes I move towards the main doors. The six of them behind me.

TC yanks open a door, allowing me in.

“Really? I thought he picked you because you were the only girl willing to actually fight him.” Steve smirks.

Spinning on my toes, facing Bucky. “We can still square up.” Cocking a brow at him, smirking.

“You’d like that too much.” He winks at me.

The guys laugh, both my brothers groan. Spinning back around, TC is opening another door. Stepping into the room, soft voices, and my heels are heard through the large open room. My brothers step up, on either side of me, TC at my back.

“My daughter gentlemen.” My father smirks, settling back in his chair. No longer at the head of the table, but to the right now. George sits on the left; both are grinning at me.

“Hello boys.” I adjust my black bomber jacket, taking a seat. Leaning back, I kick my heels up on the edge of the table.

Some disgruntled murmurs follow.

“Your father said you called this meeting?” Mr. King asks. TC’s father sitting on one side.

“Mr. King.” I smile softly at him. He nods, smiling back. “I asked daddy for this meeting, I needed to show face with all of you.” I glance around. “As well as there is a bid to be placed.” I glance to the side. Clint steps up, Bucky and Steve at his sides.

“You needed all of this, show for a bid?” Someone comments.

Tipping my head to the side.

“Oh boys, you’re all smarter than that aren’t you? Let’s not pretend we don’t know that The Saintz and Brothers go everywhere I do. Even if you don’t see them. That’s just good protection. I am a female after all.” I shrug.

“So, you’re saying you need six boys, because you’re female?” Another snickers.

I laugh. My father smirks, and George laughs.

“No Sir. You misunderstand. I’m female, I’m underestimated. I can’t be trusted to behave. I tend to,” sucking in a breath, I smirk “punch your sons, beat up girls in their homes, break your daughters’ noses, kill your boys in woods.” Shrugging. “They’re here for others protection.” I smile.

My father and George grin at one another.

“Glad to see you healed well and are back to keeping everyone on their toes.” Mr. King smiles at me.

“Thank you for taking the seat, and letting your son come to work for me.” I nod.

“I was doing it whether he agreed or not.” TC chuckles behind me.

His father chuckles as well.

“You’ve done our family well. Thank you.”

“Always, Sir.” I wave my hand at Clint, egging him on.

“I came here to bid on Bobbi Morse.” Clint squares his shoulders.

“Aren’t you in a love affair with Stark?” Someone grumbles.

Clint’s mouth opens, I put my hand up, stopping him.

“Here we go.” Peter mumbles close by.

Sitting up, I drop my feet down, leaning in on the table.

“Bring up my love life here at this table again, and I’ll put your child through a school window, just for fun.” Tipping my head, I watch him.

My father smirks.

The man, stares in shock.

“Make that extremely clear, what happens between my thighs is not a fucking topic for the table to comment on. So, the next time it’s brought up, you better have your child’s life insurance up to date and your will set.” I warn them all.

Some glare at me. The man, huffs.

“TC?” I lean back in my seat.

He leans down next to me, locking eyes with me.

“Find out who his child is.” I nod.

“Absolutely.” He agrees, straightening up again.

“Let me ask you something.” Mr. King chuckles.

“Of course.”

“Why children?” He wonders.

“Well aside from you Mr. King, their children, their wives, are a walking weakness.” I chuckle. “If breaking his child’s jaw doesn’t rattle him, well there are several other options in shaking him. But who here wouldn’t fear for their child. I know mine is ready to kill over me.” I shrug.

“Both of them.” Joe, Steve’s father, smirks at George.

“Exactly. Both my fathers are willing to kill over me.” I smirk at him.

“If she was a man, nobody here would question who she is putting her dick in. So why is it any different for her being a woman?” Joe asks loudly.

“Women are emotional, they take everything so serious.” Someone huffs.

My eyes cut to my father, who stares back.

“Is that why you bought your daughter a new nose, after she was running her mouth about my sister, and myself? If that’s how you feel, I can gladly put her in the woods, with Brock, if you’re not a fan of her. Since she is a female.” I stare back at this man, Amora’s father. He blanches instantly.

“Satan, gentlemen.” Peter smirks, staring back at the table.

“I approve of the bid.” I announce, leaning back in my chair.

“What’s the bid?” Joe smirks.

“Allowing her father, privileges with the lineage we have, between the Stark, Barnes, Rogers and myself.” Clint lifts his chin.

“Miss Bobbi, drove the car, breaking the speed limit, while Clint, held me together,” I pause, working my jaw for a moment “the night I was attacked by a tables son, trading myself for my pregnant sister,” swallowing I suck in a breathe “a fight for my life, and without her or him, I wouldn’t be here.” Both George and my father shift in their seats, Joe locks eyes with me.

Howie’s hand slips over my shoulder, grasping.

“So, when I say, I approve, I’m not asking I’m telling you.” Lifting my brows quickly, licking my lips, I wait.

“Morse?” My father looks over to a man a few down from him.

“Oh, I approve.” He chuckles, smirking. “She’s going to be a change around here much needed.” He nods.

“Approved. Packman, Bobbi is yours.” I grin up at him.

He winks at me, stepping back.

“Now anyone else feel the need to voice their issues with me?” I wait, watching the table of men. My father’s chuckling.

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