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heyyouwiththeassbutt · 2 years

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into you

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your boyfriend thinks you and your best friend are a little too close. thank god bucky's gay. he is gay... right?

content warning: best friend!bi!bucky x reader, omc x reader, fluff, angst, light arguing, cheating, poor reader's boyfriend gets cucked so badly, possessive!bucky, smut (dom!bucky x sub!reader, penetrative sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, filming sex, multiple orgasms, creampie).

When you told Joe you wanted to introduce him to your best friend, he wasn't expecting to see someone that looked like Bucky standing in your kitchen. Immediately, he was intimidated by Bucky's stature and good looks, and really hoped that you weren't about to say-

"Joe, meet my best friend," You told him with a grin, moving over to Bucky who wrapped his arm around your shoulder. Joe's stomach dropped.

"Hey, man," Bucky greeted him with a nod and a hint of a smile. "I'm Bucky. And you must be the boyfriend- Jim, right?"

"Joe," He corrected sternly, already hating the brunet that was holding you a little too close.

"Right. Joe. Well, this was nice and all, but I gotta get going," Bucky announced, patting your shoulder. "Got a hot date."

"Oh, yeah, that guy from the club on Friday?" You asked him excitedly.

"That's the one," Bucky confirmed, smirking. "I'm taking him to Guigino's. Guaranteed sex."

Relief washed over Joe, and he immediately relaxed. Oh, thank God. He's gay.

That brought him some respite, and though he still finds it difficult to deal with how close you and Bucky are, it's bearable. The guy's gay. What's there to worry about?

"No, bunny, go with the red one," Bucky says while you show him the different outfit options for your upcoming birthday party. "It makes your tits look fucking fantastic."

Taken aback, you scoff at his words, before looking over at Joe who sits on the other couch. "Are you gonna let him say that?" You ask him with a raised brow.

Shrugging, your boyfriend just chuckles. "Why not?"

You're surprised, but pleasantly so. In the past, your boyfriends have hated your relationship with Bucky, but Joe doesn't seem to mind his flirty nature at all. It's a refreshing change, and it makes Joe all the more attractive to you.

"See? Joey agrees with me," Bucky says, softly running his fingers up and down your bare shoulder. "I'm an expert on your wardrobe. That reminds me of your birthday present- Joseph, you still haven't thanked me for that."

Your birthday was yesterday, and Bucky gifted you an incredibly sexy lingerie set. He made a joke when you opened it about how you had to wear it for him, and even Joe laughed. He's weirdly okay with Bucky's flirting. Should you be concerned that he isn't the least bit possessive?

"Because I haven't worn it yet," You tell him, nudging his abs. "I'm waiting for my birthday party."

"Ah, I see," Bucky muses with a smirk, bringing his lips to your ear and lowering his voice to a whisper. "You gonna let him fuck you in it?"

Gasping, you nudge him again. "Bucky!"

"What did he say?" Joe asks, laughing at your shocked look.

"I can imagine you getting fucked in it," Bucky goes on to mumble, sending tingles through your core. "You'd look so fucking sexy."

"Okay, stop," You say firmly, squeezing your legs together in an attempt to calm your throbbing clit. Bucky notices and smirks to himself. Joe doesn't notice at all.

Still confused, Joe just lets it go. Must be an inside joke.

Bucky's always teased you, knowing how easy it is to turn you on. Neither of you have acted on your sexual attraction though, afraid it'd taint the lifelong friendship you've done so well to maintain. Sex is a temporary thing, and it isn't worth ruining your relationship. At least, that's what you tell yourself.

It's the night of your birthday party, and you've just finished getting ready. The black lingerie under your dress has you feeling incredibly confident, and you have to admit that Bucky has damn good taste.

"When do you wanna leave, babe?" Joe calls out from the bathroom, his voice slightly muffled through the ajar door.

"Uh, like twenty minutes?" You reply, touching up your lipstick. "I don't wanna get there until everyone else is there."

"Got it," He says, before re-entering the bedroom. Scrolling through his phone, he has a frown on his face. "Who's this chick?"

You glance over to see who he's talking about when you see that he's on Bucky's Instagram account, where there's a picture of him with Natasha from two years ago. "That's Nat; the girl that was at the Moon Bar a few weeks ago, the one with blonde hair. This was before she dyed it. Why are you so far down Bucky's feed?" You question him with a laugh. "Stalker."

"No, I was just looking," He mumbles, a look of utter bafflement on his face. "The post seems a little... romantic."

You look down at the post, the caption reading 'paris nights with you.' You're confused as to why Joe seems so interested, but you figure he's just curious. "Well, yeah, that was when they were dating," You tell him casually.

His eyes widen. "He dated her? He's dated a girl?"

Snorting, you frown. "Uh, yeah. More than one." Way more than one.

"What- oh," Joe sighs, cogs turning in his head. "Was this before he came out?"

Okay, now you're confused. "Um... no? Bucky came out when we were like, 12."

Okay, now Joe's confused. "He dated girls even after coming out?"

"Of course he still dates girls," You say with a laugh.

"What?" Joe sputters, gobsmacked. "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean, what do I mean?" You ask, getting frustrated with how dense he's being. "Do you not understand the concept of bisexuality?"

Silence fills the room as Joe's face falls. "Bucky's bi?" He whispers, shock on his features. "What the fuck?"

"Do you have a problem with that?" You interrogate him defensively, raising a brow.

"Not in that way," He insists. "But you guys are so close."

"Yeah; we're best friends," You say bluntly.

"But the way he touches you, and flirts with you," Joe lists, a look of disgust on his face. "I only let him do that because I thought he was gay!"

"Let him?" You repeat with narrow eyes. "Who are you? My dad?"

"I'm your boyfriend!" He yells, glaring at you. "And I don't like the way he treats you as if you're his."

You say nothing, letting him take a few deep breaths while he calms himself down.

His face softens and he takes a step closer to you. "I don't wanna have to do this, babe, but you leave me no choice," He sighs regretfully. "Him or me."

You almost laugh right in his face.

"I'll give you some time and space to think about it," He goes on to say, slowly backing up to the door. "But I won't wait forever." With that, he leaves, while you stand in shock.

What the fuck just happened?

Grabbing your phone from the nightstand, you call the only person you want to talk to right now.

"Hey, bunny," His smooth voice chimes in. "You on your way? Sam just ordered a bottle of that fancy champagne you like; you better hurry before Wanda drinks it all."

"Bucky, can you come to my place?" You ask him desperately. "I need you."

Ten minutes later, he's standing in your bedroom, listening to you recounting the events that transpired.

"He didn't know I was bi?" He asks, an amused look on his face. "That explains a lot, actually."

"I'm glad you find it funny, but what the fuck? On the night of my birthday party?" You shake your head, clenching your hands into fists. "And guess what else? He told me I need to choose between you and him."

Immediately, Bucky snorts, taken aback. "Oh, fuck me. That reminds me of Dot back in college; remember that shitshow?"

"I remember you almost choosing her," You grumble bitterly.

"No, baby, never," He promises, pulling you closer to him. "I just needed one last blowjob from her. Her head game was out of this world."

"Can we get back to the problem at hand?" You demand, not in the mood to hear about her. "He thinks you're into me."

"Into you?" Bucky repeats lowly, pressing his body against yours. "Of course I'm into you."

"Be serious, James," You whisper, trying not to notice his boner pressing to the inside of your thigh.

"I am serious, bunny," He mumbles, looking down at your chest. "You wore the red dress."

"You told me to," You say quietly, melting under his stare.

His hands move up to gently pin your shoulders to the closet behind you, a low growl leaving his mouth. "You'd do anything I tell you to, wouldn't you, bunny?"

Swallowing thickly, you nod. "Yes."

"That's my good girl," He utters, stroking your thigh under your dress. "I'm gonna show that prick who owns you. Making you choose? As if he's even got a chance?"

"Buck," You mumble, your mind going fuzzy. Fuck, what's happening?

"Take off your dress," He orders you softly, taking a step back. "Let's find out who fucking owns you."

Slowly, you do as he says, peeling off your dress and revealing the lingerie underneath. He brings his hand up to your shoulder where he turns the strap of the lace bodysuit upside down, revealing a label that reads, 'Property of James Buchanan Barnes'.

"Well, would you look at that?" He whispers with a cocky smirk.

"Buck," You gasp as he grinds his hips against yours. "What are you doing?"

"You know you need more than he could have ever given you," Bucky mutters, cupping your face in his hands. "You know you deserve more." His hand moved up to run through your hair and he pulled on the ends, making you gasp as he brought his face mere inches away from yours. "You know I can give you more."

"This is wrong," You mumble, just before his fingers graze over your clothed cunt. You let out a shaky breath, your eyes wide.

"Does it feel wrong?" He asks innocently, his fingers continuing to softly stroke your pussy through the lacy lingerie, sending tingles through your body. Bucky licks his lips before leaning forward and whispering, "You're soaking wet, baby. How can this be wrong?"

"James," You manage to say firmly, your breaths quick and shallow which is further making you lightheaded. "We can't."

"You know who I am," He states, rubbing your ass. "You know what I'm capable of. You don't have to worry about anything else."

"I'm with Joe," You reply timidly, knowing deep down that no excuse will be enough for either of you to stop what's going on.

"But right now, you're here with me," Bucky says with a smirk pulling at his lips. "Nobody knows you better than me. Nobody values your pleasure more than me." With one movement, he's moved your panties to the side, replacing the lace with his fingers. You let out a whimper at the sudden contact, your mouth agape as your hips slowly began grinding forwards and back.

His fingers gradually moved down from your clit and enter you, your juices making it easy for them to slide in. Your eyes remain locked on his blue ones, and you're unable to look away. Bucky holds you in a deep trance, and nothing but the pleasure he's bringing you matters.

After a few moments of your soft whimpers, he pulls out his fingers before bringing them upwards. They aren't even close to your lips before you open your mouth, knowing what he wants. He places his fingers, slick with the wetness of your pussy, onto your tongue, before simply uttering, "Suck."

You obey him, immediately sucking on his wet fingers. Hunger flashed across his features, his jaw clenching as he intently watches you bob your head.

"That's it," He whispers, his eyes darkening. "Good girl."

You can't help but moan at his praise, and in this moment you realize how badly you've been craving Bucky. After years of depriving yourself, you're ready to give in.

He pulls his fingers from your mouth, placing his hand around your throat and bringing your face close to his. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined fucking you, baby."

Your eyes flutter as butterflies filled your stomach. "I've imagined it too, Jamie."

He smirks, knowing he has you in the palm of his hand. "I've always known you were made for me, bunny. I'm what you need, baby. Nobody knows you like I do."

"Nobody has me like you do," You reply just before his lips meet yours in an urgent kiss. Your tongues dance as his hands move to pull down the straps of your lingerie. He quickly pulls it down, your lips detaching for a second while you step out of it before reattaching again once you're fully naked.

"You make my cock so fucking hard," Bucky groans against your lips, removing his shirt and tossing it to the ground. "You know how hard it's been to hold back from touching you all these years?"

He lifts you over his shoulder without warning before throwing you down onto your bed, spreading your legs apart around him. Bending forward, he places a small kiss on your neck, making you shiver.

"I've spent so many nights thinking of you," He admits with a whisper into your ear, giving you goosebumps. "I've tried to ignore my hunger for you, but nothing works." He lifts his head up before pressing his boner to your pussy and leaning his forehead against yours. "Different girls... different methods... nothing fucking worked, baby. It's you, and only you."

Your hands cup his cheeks, and you let out a whimper as he grinds his crotch against yours. "I'm yours, Jamie. No matter what. I always have been."

He smirks, his thumb stroking your cheek. "I know."

You desperately remove his belt and lower his pants, gasping as his cock springs out. Your finger runs down the length of it, making him shudder.

"That's my pretty bunny," Bucky grunts, fucking you hard and slow, each thrust causing his balls to slap against your skin. His dick hits your g-spot over and over, taking your breath away. "Wearing the lingerie I bought you, because you're my little fucktoy."

Guiding his cock to your pussy, you let him take control as he slowly inches his dick inside you. Your head tilts upwards while you feel him stretch you open, your back arching up off the couch. Once his entire length is inside you, he lets out a groan, his eyebrows furrowing together.

"Oh, fuck yes," You moan, your nails digging into his back.

His thrusts begin to speed up, his eyes dark and lustful as he looks up at you. He brings his lips back up to yours, giving you a fervent kiss. "Your pussy feels so fucking good, baby, so fucking good."

Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you. With each thrust, your desire grows, a fire burning between the two of you.

"My bunny likes being fucked like a whore, doesn't she?" Bucky asks with a cocky grin, his hand moving up to wrap around your neck. "What do you say when I make you feel good?"

"Th- thank you, daddy," You manage to say with the little breath he allows you. Tears spring in your eye as you choke, blurring your vision.

"Good girl," He praises you, giving you a awe-struck smile. "You're so perfect."

His grip around your neck loosens and you gasp to catch your breath, your chest heaving. With one slap to your breast, he sends shockwaves through your nipples, making you cry out.

"Thank you, daddy," You repeat, clinging onto his shoulders.

Bucky places his hands underneath your body before lifting you up and getting up onto his feet. He then sits down on the edge of your bed and puts you on his lap, watching as you lower down onto his cock. "That's it; ride my cock, bunny."

He doesn't have to ask twice; you know better than to ever make him ask twice.

His hands tightly grip your hips, helping you ride him while he looks up at you, a lazy grin on his lips. "My bunny's such a naughty slut, huh?"

You nod before falling forwards, resting your head on his shoulder. As he speaks, his voice quiet and calm, you let yourself fall under his hypnosis.

"He's at home waiting for your call, waiting for your decision," He mutters, making you lift your head up and meet his eyes. He lets out a grunt before continuing, "He thinks you love him. He thinks you'll choose him."

"I won't," You promise, shaking your head. "I belong to you, daddy."

"That's right," Bucky replies with a whisper, "You're my good girl. You'd do anything I ask, wouldn't you?"

You nod, biting your lip as you feel your orgasm build up. "Anything, daddy."

Once again, he pulls out of you and throws you on the bed, forcing you onto your hands and knees. He grabs your hips before bringing his cock back to your pussy, keeping you in place as he sinks back into you. You let out a cry as he holds onto your hips and fucks you hard and mercilessly, his jaw clenching as he spanks you.

"I can feel it baby, you wanna cum around my cock," He utters, picking up your phone from the mattress and using the date of his birthday to unlock it. "Give in."

A wave of pleasure overtakes you, your entire body set alight under him. Bucky begins to film you as your ass slams back against him, his cock sliding in and out of you. Stars stud your sight as your orgasm bursts through, making you cry out, "Yes, daddy, right there!"

Your senses are all blocked for a few moments as you swim through your high, every part of you addicted to him. You barely even notice as he flips the screen onto himself, giving the camera an arrogant wink.

Just as you come down from your high, you feel the last of his cum shooting up inside you, before he collapses on top of you. Breathing heavily, he rests his head on your back. You expect him to get off you once you both catch your breath, but he stays.

Then, he begins thrusting in and out of you again, making you gasp.

"Jamie," You breathe out, your throbbing, sensitive pussy unable to take any more. "I- I can't-"

"You can, baby," He assures you, slowly fucking you. You feel overwhelmed at the sensation as your hands grip the sheets. "I just want you to cum for me, one more time," He whispers. "Can do you that for me?"

You nod, making him smile before he starts fucking you harder. He holds your arms behind your back in one hand and types out a message with the other, grunting as he thrusts.

Before long, you feel your second orgasm build up again, already more intense than your first. "I'm close," You warn him, pressing your face onto the pillow.

"That's my good little bunny," Bucky mumbles, his hard, fast thrusts making you feel like you're on fire. "Cum for me, baby. Cum, now."

Your body is at his command, your orgasm being pulled out by him with just his words. You take in a shaky gasp, your eyes rolling back while your legs shake. With a cry, your orgasm burns slowly, lasting longer than ever before. He lets out a guttural groan before spilling his cum into you for a second time, his eyes filled with delight.

After a few moments of pure bliss, he gets off of you, laying on his back. Not wanting to lose contact with him, you immediately turn onto your side, resting your head on his chest and throwing your leg over his.

His breaths slow down while you absentmindedly trace lines on his pecs, the happiest you've been in a long time.

"Happy birthday, bunny," He whispers, smirking at your phone screen while you fall asleep. Without hesitation, he sends the video of him railing you to Joe, along with the caption, 'i guess she's made her choice, bro'.

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heyyouwiththeassbutt · 2 years

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my wife: so I heard that you and the little man took a trip downtown today :)

me: yeah haha

my wife: you guys saw a marching band, huh?

me: uh

my wife: he said you got kind of intense about his career prospects

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heyyouwiththeassbutt · 2 years

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people are seriously pressed about fanfiction for black readers, plus size readers, etc??? where do yall find the fucking time to get worked up over something like that? it would be funny if it wasn't so sad...

the whole point of reader insert fic is to imagine yourself with your fav characters. it's just for fun! and people should feel comfortable writing something they can see themselves being a part of. personally not being black or plus size those fics dont help me immerse myself but you know what does? 99% of all the other fics so idk why people can't be satisfied with that and need to make sure everything is 100% about them. I've still read and enjoyed fics about readers that don't fit me (whether it's because of appearance or personality or anything) and just imagine kind of an oc and it's just as fun imo

so yeah if you're the kind of person who gets in people's inboxes upset that not everything is tailored to them then maybe like... evaluate that. really sick of seeing talented writers being sent hate for having the audacity to write for audiences that probably need these fics the most because they're the least likely to see themselves actually up there on screen due to hollywood's insane race and body image problem.

(oh and if you think "it's not realistic because my fav character wouldn't get with anybody that isn't a skinny white girl" I'm gonna have to stop you right there because your fav character isn't real and you're not better than anybody else and I think you need to be told that)

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Push and Shove

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: There’s a fine line between hate and love… can it ever be crossed?

Word Count: Not a goddamn clue.

Warnings: Stories will have their individual warnings. Smut in every one because it’s who I am as a person now.

A/N: Guess who’s actually planned out a story from start to finish and is actually excited about writing it? Weirdly enough, me. This is a small universe set in the Toes world! The “chapters” are oneshots, separate each one from the next, so they won’t be posted exactly how they’re laid out, except for the first and last ones being the start and end to the miniverse. I’m excited to hear your thoughts on this and everything else to come! :D x

// Toes // Walls // Undercover // Thirst // Dust // Dark // Break // Found //

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if you’re reading this, i’m putting a thought out into the world for you. a hope that whatever’s worrying you works out in your favor, that a happy moment comes your way, and that you have a heartwarming reason to smile tonight

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cmon girlies we’re picking out a 10k+ single chapter fic on ao3 to read stomach down head turned towards our phones held next to our pillows as we move only our thumbs to scroll until our sedatives knock us out

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heyyouwiththeassbutt · 2 years

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Hey there sorry to hear your in isolation. That sucks. Still hope you manage to have an enjoyable birthday and that the next year is all round better and brighter.

Thank you so much!!!!

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It's been a while since I wrote any fics, but since I'm in isolation and it's my birthday today, I've decided to write a few small fics over the next few days.... anyone any requests? 😁

Please check tags for characters I feel confident writing, but theme is up to you!

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #dean winchester #sam winchester #john winchester #natasha rominoff #negan

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Warm, Beating, and Frantic Masterlist

Summary: On vacation in Europe you’re kidnapped by a stranger who thinks only he can protect you from an unseen enemy known as Hydra. After months on the run, you finally escape. Years later you’re just starting to get your life back together when you accept a job at Stark Tower. The last thing you expect to see is your kidnapper, a part of the Avengers and going by the name Bucky Barnes. [Kidnapping, traumatic events, PTSD, panic attacks and stalking]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

Author’s Note: Thank you @dark-side-of-the-marvelous-moon for inspiring this story and spending countless hours brainstorming with me! You are the real MVP! Thank you @emmabarnes for being an excellent beta!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Interlude

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

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HOW DARE U get me into michael myers AND make me realise i’m a monster f*cker via. eddie brock/venom. that should be illegal. ANYWAY… spare some thoughts on venom/eddie? maybe like sleepy morning sex or sumn??

A/N: Eddie Brock x Venom x F!Reader. Rough Sex. Semi-public bathroom sex. DP. BJ. Size Kink. Jealous!Venom. Appearances from other Avengers. This is absolute chaos and I am deeply inspired by how many people wanted to fuck Venom in Venom 2. Justice for making monster fuckers canon in the mcu!

“Stop,” Eddie growls. “She’s not with us anymore.”

“Yes,” Venom hisses. “She is with that small, ugly man with the metal arm.”

“He’s bigger than me.”

“Details,” Venom snaps. “Details that are unimportant! With me - you are huge - you are gargantuan.”

“I doubt she is with any of them...romantically.”

“He touched her butt. I saw it!”

“I’m sure he didn’t. She works with them.”

“I will eat him. I will eat the second and the third with that stupid fur coat.”

“You won’t.”

“I will take the coat for us!”

“Venom. You cannot eat them - they’re the good guys.”

“Then - I will send a very mean letter to HR.”

“Why?”

“If he is her colleague then he should not be touching her butt. Her butt is for us.”

“You need to really take a breather right now.”

“No. Never give up. Never surrender. She wants us back.”

Eddie watches you follow the three other men through the bar. Avengers business, he bets. He recognized two of them - that soldier and the hawk - no wait, the falcon? Whatever. The music is too much for Venom and he is pulsing beneath his skin - wrapping tight around his bones. He didn’t know you’d be here - in Madripoor of all places. This had been for him - another opportunity to do some investigative journalism into the black market that was currently running the city. He liked the break - the freshness of a new location. The wind was hot - the sky remained pregnant with dark clouds and the streets perpetually glimmered with sheets of rain.

It smelled like hothouse flowers and sweat and tangy liquor. The open-air food markets had been ideal for Venom and his unquenchable hunger.

“Perhaps we should kiss her - she likes kisses.”

“That’s assault.”

“We could ask first.”

You smile brightly at the soldier - at the falcon - before you pin the third man with a dubious glare. Still full of sass and vinegar and Eddie had liked that - Venom had liked that. You were powerful and soft and drank the both of them down without a thought - a question. You didn’t run - didn’t cower.

“I’ve seen worse,” you had said against his ear. “I’m a big girl.”

You had pressed your mouth to Eddie’s - parted your lips over his - tongue sliding along the roof of his mouth. “C’mon, Brock,” you purred. “The both of you can take me. I want you to.”

That memory hits him out of nowhere -hits him hard and it must be straight from Venom because he can already feel arousal swilling around his guts - his cock hardening and his symbiote chuckling greedily as he blasts Eddie with even more molten-pornographic images: you spread out before him on the floor of his apartment - you on all fours with the both of them stuffed inside every single one of your holes - you arching against Venom’s tentacles that have you tied to the bed - your strength coiling and restless and grinding inside the shell of your skin. You tug roughly against his black glittering appendages and - impossibly - free yourself from them.

“You got out,” Venom had screeched - stunned.

“So you can catch me,” you had grinned as excitement sizzled champagne warm all within the expanse of his and Venom’s chest.

“Stop it,” Eddie barks as he curls his fingers into fists - as he stabs his blunt nails into his palms. “Stop it -stop it - fucking shit - I don’t want to see that -”

Venom’s voice is outraged - incredulous - as if it is impossible you should be anywhere, but with him - them.

“I do not understand why you are not angrier! They are not allowed to feel the warm, tight -”

“Venom,” he roars. “STOP IT.”

“Eddie?” He hears from somewhere behind him. He closes his eyes - praying that it’s some random acquaintance from SF - anyone fucking else. But when he turns - it’s you as he suspected. Of course - it’s you. You in tight pants and a tighter top that is very unprofessional and then the quick realization that oh you must be undercover and then oh fuck he’s blown it for you.

You have your arms crossed over your chest - your hip jutted out. “What are you doing here, Brock?”

“Oh hi,” he grins with that high-pitched strain he gets when he’s trying not to fall apart or lose his cool. “Hi - wow - you look - you look great. Funny to see you here of all places - are those your friends? They seem-” His eyes dart over your shoulder to the puzzled expressions branded across your partners’ faces. “- very nice - very annoyed, too.”

Your brow furrows.

“I’m - I’m here doing a - a piece on some black market stuff - real DL activity if you - if you know anything or have any tips seeing as you have the government in your pocket? Or is that not a thing anymore with the Accords business?” He swallows. “Just - FYI - I didn’t follow you here like some crazed ex stalker.”

Your lips peel apart - your teeth white and bright as you smile broadly.

She wants us. She is looking very delicious.

“Shut it.”

(Did he say that out loud?)

Her smile widens. “Hi, Venom.”

“Victory! She wants us - wants us right this second - I can smell her. Tell her hi from me - tell her that I’d like to taste her -”

“He says hi,” Eddie manages as he shoves his hands into the pocket of his jeans.

“Just hi?” she asks thoughtfully. “Usually - it’s something far cruder.”

Eddie blinks. “Okay, maybe it was.”

You step closer to him - swaying - gliding - your eyes coaxing and heavy-lidded and then you put your hands on his chest. His heart thumps with Venom’s - fast and fluttering against the curve of your palm. “I missed you,” you murmur - your tongue darting over your lower lip. Venom groans inside him - begins to nudge his veins and flow free as he blossoms within the hard case of Eddie’s body. “I missed you both.”

“You didn’t call,” Eddie mutters and it’s not just him - it’s Venom in his mouth - asking for them. Why why why did you go in the night and just leave a note - a scrawl of text that didn’t mean anything and he had to see your face on a television screen weeks later because The Avengers saved the planet one more time and you didn’t allow him - them - to follow.

She is begging for it - I can sense it between her legs. It is dripping. We must take her - take her now - take her away. We must - we must -

“Can I make it up to you?” you whisper - tilting your head - your face so close that he can count the strokes of your lashes.

“What about your friends?”

You shrug. “It’s their case. They’ll figure it out.”

“Really?”

“They have to go get info from some mafia leader or something. I’ll catch up with them later.”

Eddie glances over your head. He must look nervous because you touch his jaw gently - bring his attention back to you. “They literally broke out a war criminal from prison without my knowledge so they can just deal with this little situation all on their own. Their big boys. It’ll be fine.”

Stop being such a twerp, Eddie!! Who cares! Let them rot!

You pat his cheek affectionately. “Plus - I’ve got a big bad Symbiote to come in and save the day if need be.”

She does! Although - I will not save those puny men unless we get a treat in return.

“Okay,” he replies - his fingers trembling as they catch at your waist - your shirt. You smell like jasmine - like the rain-soaked air that sings through the neon lights of this chaotic city. He can savor the spill of sugar from the cocktail you’d been nursing - it sticks to the plush skin around your lips. He peers over you one more time to find the soldier dude and the bird guy and the apparent war criminal staring at you dumbfounded - clearly not aware that you had just asked him - them - to fuck you. They probably don’t even know who he is - what is inside him. If only they did - if only they knew that we could tear them apart - pull them to bits and strings and eat their brains.

“Where?” he asks suddenly - his breath riding his throat. His chest heaving as you thread your fingers through his shorn hair and scratch it just where Venom likes - the symbiote purrs inside his lungs - behind his nose - oh we have missed her - we have missed her - and her soft baby-skin - her plump little cunt - her slick - her come -

“Where?” Eddie rasps - dragging you flush to his body. “Where can - where?”

She grins.

***

It is the both of them at first. Eddie and Venom. Venom and Eddie. You guide them to a bathroom in some lost corner - where the music doesn’t singe their ears - crunch their nervous systems. The walls and floor are red - violent red - reminds them of blood and tissue and viscera and it strengthens Venom’s hunger.

Eddie lifts you onto the sink - rucks your pants down to your ankles. Venom’s tongue finds the slit of your sex - curls right behind the gauzy material of your panties. He laps in a way that makes you buck against him - makes you streak your nails across Eddie’s shoulders - his abdomen. “Oh fuck,” you whine. “Oh - oh shit right there.”

Eddie keeps his thumb to the swollen peak of your clit. He flicks and swirls as Venom sinks his tongue into the clutch of your cunt. Eddie can feel it - feel the salt-touched flex of your fever-warm walls clench and spasm around the meat of Venom’s tongue. He dies for your mewls - your whimpers - the way that Venom can turn you into a puddle - can make you melt.

You come fast as you always do. You grind into them - into Eddie’s fingers and Venom’s seeking mouth. You fall to your knees and pluck at Eddie’s belt - tug and mess with the band off his jeans until you get them down far enough that his cock bobs against your cheek. You wrap your lips around him - taking him to the hilt - taking him all the way. You torture him with the delicious suction of your mouth. Unforgiving. Sopping. Flame-hot. He can feel the head push up against the back of your throat and that must be a gift - a superpower because you don’t even sputter. Your eyes water a little and his hands find your hair and there are the pornographic wet squelching noises of his cock on your tongue - bouncing and echoing off the bathroom tile.

Venom turns - appears behind Eddie - with Eddie. “Good girl,” he says in that low-pitched voice. “Perfect, pretty girl always swallows us so well. Will you try for me - try to take me again.”

You blink up at him - rounded eyes and spit-shine mouth and you release Eddie’s cock with a pop. “Yes,” you gasp. “Yes - Venom - give me it.”

Venom takes over completely - his head punching up against the ceiling - the cock between his legs utterly enormous and fat and glistening. He can make it any way he wants and he likes to challenge you - see how far you will go for him.

He knows it is too much for your mouth, but you try - you can’t even circle your fingers all the way around, but you can press your lips to the sensitive head - you can tease the slit with your tongue - skate your teeth over the vein. He hums with pleasure - his chest rumbling as he pets your hair.

“We missed you,” he husks. “We missed you, little one. You are ours.”

You gurgle around him - drool and gag. There is desperation wrinkling your brow. Sweat beading your hairline. Venom licks it away. It is a sight - to see you on your knees for them - to see you trying to stuff Venom’s impossibly huge cock into your sweet mouth. It does something to him - it churns his gut and makes him nearly find his release.

Look at her. Look. She is frantic for us - wet and hot and sweet and tight and she needs us - needs us - needs us -

He lifts you up into his arms - his claws carefully tracing along the bare skin beneath your shirt. Your tits quivering with your overwhelmed huffs of breath. He knocks his face against your own - his tongue gliding along your jaw. “How do you want it, sweetness? How do you want us?”

“Both,” you plead - shaky and weak with the rising climb of another orgasm. “Both - both inside me.”

Your fingers scramble over his shoulders - his muscles - he twists and unfurls and becomes Eddie once more. He captures your mouth in a hungry kiss - more insistent and panicked and messy than anything else. There is no finesse - no reason or grace because he wants to consume you. He tangles his tongue with your own - slips it over the roof of your mouth - drinks you down until you are panting against his teeth.

Venom returns - Venom combines with Eddie and his black appendages burst from Eddie’s back - tickle and tease you. They rip your shirt down and latch to the pert buds of your nipples - they find your throat and suck marks - brands - ours ours ours -

Eddie’s jeans are gone and he clasps you under your thighs - spreads you open. He drops his hips before driving up - pushing through the mouth of your cunt until he’s balls deep. The band of your panties cuts into the ridge of his length - created an aching pressure. He presses and pushes and goes inch by inch until he hits the end of you. You choke -

“More, Eddie. More - more. Venom.”

“We will fill you up, tasty girl. We will fill all your little holes -”

He breaches your ass with one slimy appendage - not too big - just enough to stretch you impossibly wide. He’s got you half off the sink - balancing you on a knife’s edge. Venom holds you up like it’s nothing - like you are a feather - a cloth-doll. He uses another tentacle to suckle at your clit - to flick in time with each snap of Eddie’s hips. His cock overwhelms you - pulls you apart with fast, blunt strokes. He’s thick - large for a human.

“I know it’s a lot,” Eddie mumbles as he kisses the corner of your mouth - your cheek - your ear. “I know it’s too much, but you can handle it.”

You nod fervently - clutching at his biceps - wrapping your arms around him as you press your face into his neck. Venom’s voice is guttural - possessive - it crashes into you.

“Those other men are nothing,” he growls - deadly and filled with his jealousy. “Can they fuck you like this? Ruin you like this?”

You suck your lower lip between your teeth - unable to answer. You’re gone - eyes rolling and unfocused as you cling to them both. Venom steps back - pulls Eddie with them - leaving you empty and boneless and before you can complain at the loss - he flips you over and forces you against the sink. He grasps your hips and cracks his hand across your ass.

“Answer,” he orders. “Answer or you won’t get anymore.”

You drop your brow against your forearms - your skin is flushed hot to the touch. You grind back against him. “They’re not - they can’t,” you moan - the tickle of a sob. “No one can fuck me like you can - like you both can. No one.”

Damn right. Venom sings it - celebratory and joyful and it reverberates through Eddie’s skull. It’s comical, really. His enthusiasm for you. His softness and want for this girl that is beyond them both.

Venom’s tentacles caress your back - your waist and the curve of your breasts. He teases between your legs - slipping inside before drawing back. He thrusts another slowly into your ass until you accept him - until it goes inside without a hitch. Eddie follows, pushing back into your cunt - his cock scraping across your drenched core - your velvet heat. They don’t go easy on you. They ride you until it hurts - until you bruise beneath their calloused fingers and claws and scream against the back of your hand.

One climax. A second. You are slippery down your thighs - the loud liquid-suck of your cunt and ass accepting them again and again - over and over - their pace too much - too fast - inhuman. They don’t let up - give in -

“We will mark you all over, little one,” Venom praises - soothes. “We will show that you are ours - you are ours and no one else's. The others will see you covered in it - yes - yes - do you hear that - do you hear your delicious cunt fit us - your ass take us - you wet, wet thing - you taste like chocolate -”

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nsfwsebbie’s dark masterlist.

here are all my dark!fics that i have written so far! requests are closed, but do expect a lot of dark!fics to come your way!

YOU MUST BE 18+ TO READ ANY OF THESE FICS

CONCEPTS MASTERLIST.

WARNING: these fics all have dark themes, such as; noncon, dubcon, kidnapping, captivity, violence, etc.. do not read these if you’re not comfortable with these themes.

sebastian stan.

gifts. | your step-brother sebastian gives you the perfect gift after you give him his. SMUT, 18+

lights, camera, accíon. | you’re young, new to the film industry and working in your first movie with the infamous sebastian stan. but maybe hollywood isn’t all sparkles and glimmer, maybe you just weren’t made for it. SMUT, 18+

here, kitty kitty. | your sugar daddy wants his wildest dreams to come to life. you, on the other hand, aren’t really into it. SMUT, 18+

you better not shout, better not cry. | they know when you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. SMUT, 18+

bucky barnes.

ice cream man. | the new ice cream man has a sweet tooth for you. SMUT, 18+

secret santa. | at stark industries, tony decides to brighten things up, hosting a secret santa contest. you get bucky, and bucky gets you. as if it was all planned out, bucky gets you the best gift of all time. SMUT, 18+

praise. | bucky has a growing suspicion that you have a praise kink. SMUT, 18+

wild side. | after nearly escaping from bucky, he decides to punish you. SMUT, 18+

naughty list. | as punishment, bucky humiliates you in front of your captain, steve. but your commander decides to join in. SMUT, 18+

degrade. | you’re no longer bucky’s good girl, now you’re his little slut. SMUT, 18+

trigger. | your captor threatens to shoot you if you don’t comply to his twisted orders. SMUT, 18+

breed. | bucky’s libido always flares at the thought of breeding you, so maybe it’s time for his dream to turn into reality. SMUT, 18+

outta luck. | your relationship with your mom is slowly deteriorating as she’s always out of town. you soon start to form a bond with your brooding step father, but one day you run out of luck. SMUT, 18+

dark paradise. | stuck in a stale marriage that's hanging by the threads, your husband’s boss uses your fragility for himself. SMUT, 18+

scars. | your captor makes sure you know who you belong to. SMUT, 18+

teacher’s pet. | your professor decides to corrupt his star student. SMUT, 18+

babylon. | a certain sex demon uses you for his own pleasure. SMUT, 18+

salvatore. | you find yourself stuck in a tragic love story with Bluebeard and Prince Charming. SMUT, 18+

don’t fence me in. | your lonesome birthday celebrations are disrupted by two super soldiers on a mission. SMUT, 18+

go ahead and cry, little girl. | you’re quite the crybaby, and nobody does it like you do, not even your two best friends who happen to share the same fantasies as you do. so they end up showing you that if you were their little girl, they’d do whatever they could do. SMUT, 18+

don’t feed it, it will come back. | “Don’t let me in with no intention of keeping me. Jesus Christ — don’t be kind to me. Honey, love, darling… Don’t feed me, I will come back.” SMUT, 18+

you better not shout, better not cry. | they know when you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. SMUT, 18+

the nearness of you. | he’s close, almost too close. just suffocating you, not letting you have one ounce of freedom. but he’s only sitting across from you. So why does the nearness of him hurt so much? SMUT, 18+

the winter soldier.

i’m in the water. | he’s in the wind, you’re in the water. nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter. SMUT, 18+

charles blackwood.

cattivo fino all’osso. | He’s bad to the bone, sick as a dog. But he knows that you like him a lot. SMUT, 18+

you better not shout, better not cry. | they know when you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. SMUT, 18+

lee bodecker.

you better not shout, better not cry. | they know if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. SMUT, 18+

tulsa jesus freak. | he’d never trade your innocent body for a can of gin. no, instead, he chooses to sing you like his favourite bible hymn. SMUT, 18+

chris (destroyer).

fics to be written and added!

chris evans.

you better not shout, better not cry. | they know if you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. SMUT, 18+

steve rogers.

don’t fence me in. | your lonesome birthday celebrations are disrupted by two super soldiers on a mission. SMUT, 18+

hope is a dangerous thing. | you’ve watched your once bright marriage burn down to a dull amber right before your eyes, and you’re fed up. but your husband isn’t. SMUT, 18+

you better not shout, better not cry. | they know when you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. SMUT, 18+

ransom drysdale.

you better not shout, better not cry. | they know when you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. SMUT, 18+

andy barber.

you better not shout, better not cry. | they know when you’ve been bad or good, so be good for goodness sake. SMUT, 18+

jake jensen.

fics to be written and added.

robert pronge (mr. freezy).

fics to be written and added!

sam wilson.

fics to be written and added!

helmut zemo.

put me in a movie. | he knows you can’t make it on your own, so he’ll put you in his movie. SMUT, 18+

laszlo kreizler.

fics to be written and added!

niki lauda.

push it to the limit. | As he watches you ogle the man who would pop champagne moments before touching heaven, he puts his foot on the gas pedal and his hand on one of the levers, ready to push it to the limit. Maybe this time, you’ll finally notice him. SMUT, 18+

natasha romanoff.

escape your demons. | You’ve travelled for weeks just to escape your demons, but she’s got her reasons for making you crazy. SMUT, 18+

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