#char: Eddie Brock

[ddejavvu]

eddie brock my sweet boyfriend ❤️ you definitely have to teach him how to properly cook cause all he fucking eats is frozen tater tot, chicken nuggets, and takeout.

“Ok now we need to boil water for the pasta”

“How do you do that?”

“???? Eddie????”

Venom greets you at the door to Eddie's apartment before you can even knock, his teeth glinting in the low light of the hallway. You're always uneasy about him being seen, but there's not much foot traffic this far down the hallway.

"The oven is on fire," He informs you, with the same grin that he usually uses to say 'Hello, sex kitten.' He'd heard the phrase in a comedy once, and has not given it up no matter how many times you and Eddie plead with him.

"The- what?" Your similar grin fades, and you shove your way past him into the apartment.

Eddie calls from the kitchen, "The oven is not on fire!" But there's a panicked edge to his voice that you presume means the oven is, in fact, on fire.

"Eddie." You gush when you're finally granted a clear view of the kitchen. The doorway had been blocking most of the counter space, but now that you're standing inside, amidst a cloud of barely-breathable smoke, you see a charred mass inside the oven that you can't believe was once food.

"What happened?" You ask, and you wish there was more conviction in your tone, but you can't muster it. You're dumbfounded, aghast, and perhaps flabbergasted as well.

"The lasagna I planned for tonight needed to be thawed," Eddie explains, and Venom, like the traitor he is, sticks by your side, suspended from Eddie's own by a thick tendril of black goo, "And I didn't know that. I didn't have a day to leave it out on the counter, but it said to cook it at 425 for- like, an hour or something, once it was thawed. So I just-"

"Eddie," You warn, as if you can change the fate of the story by stopping him from telling you the ending.

Of course, that's not how it works.

"I put it in there at a higher temperature. For a few hours, too, because there was still ice on the top. I dunno," He scrapes a tired hand over his scruffy face, "I just thought- I thought it would work."

"It doesn't work," You note sadly, "Um- okay. Well, we can't eat that, so shove it in a trash bag and throw it away."

You watch as Eddie deals with the charred mass of lasagna, probably still frozen solid on the inside. You chance a glance into his fridge and something sickly twists at your gut when you find eggs and ketchup. That's it.

A peek into his freezer reveals frozen tater tots. Of course.

"Okay," You huff, shoving your sleeves up your forearm, "We're having breakfast for dinner, Eddie. Turn the stove on."

You place a pan onto the stovetop, intent on cracking eggs into it, but when Eddie turns a knob to heat the glass surface, he chooses the wrong one, and a burner on the other side of the stove flares to life.

"Oh, Eddie." You hum, and he looks appropriately sheepish, "Okay, just- don't touch anything, and watch me."

"I can do that," He nods, and Venom comes to hover over your shoulder.

"Are those eggs from Sonny and Cher?" He asks, and you feel slightly chastised from his scrutiny.

"Uh- yeah, Venom. They are." Eddie nods, watching you with a cautious gaze.

"You said I was not allowed to eat babies," Venom's eyes narrow, milky white and slimy, at his host, "Have babies been on-limits this whole time? How could you not tell me!"

"No! No, Venom, no eating babies," You inform the symbiote, trying to calm his rage before it has a chance to truly begin, "Eddie, while I make dinner, you lay out the ground rules for baby consumption."

"Copy that," Eddie nods, taking on Venom's indignance with a steely gaze and squared shoulders, "Only chicken babies, bud. And only if they're still in the eggshell."

Venom responds to this new information by taking the egg from your hand, crunching it whole between his teeth, shell and all. You suppose that's exactly what he was told to do. Neither you nor Eddie can stop him in time, but when the symbiote decides that raw egg is not his favorite flavor, you're both stunned into stiff silence as you're covered with the goopy, spit-up remains of the egg.

"Chicken babies are disgusting!" Venom declares, gargling water from the sink that nearly breaks beneath his heavy hand, "I would much rather eat human babies."

[dispatchdcu]

Venom #20 Preview

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Venom #20 Preview: THERE AND BROCK AGAIN! Eddie Brock has fought and fought and fought some more to get back to the Marvel Universe and fight by his son’s side. IN THIS ISSUE – HE SUCCEEDS! And the charred skeletal remains of Eddie’s physical body are REANIMATED by the King in Black incarnate! Wielding the very marrow in his broken bones, Eddie makes his presence in the present known in explosive…

[marveltrumpshate]

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@ofeddiebrock

Frank had always maintained that he was a magnet for chaos, something that even Curt and Billy had acknowledged at the end, ironically. He avoided Central Park like the plague for years, but gradually he had began to jog around its outskirts, getting used to being near it for short periods at a time. Of course, peace didn’t last. A loud explosion could be heard in the background, and Frank immediately dropped behind a bench, hand going for the gun on his waist.

Passersby raised their eyebrows as they walked past, and slowly, Frank began to realise that it hadn’t, in fact, been gunshots, but a firework going off as part of a party. He sighed, pushing himself up from the ground, realising that one passerby had remained. “I was a Marine,” Frank said, by way of explanation, hoping it was good enough. “Loud noises make me kind of nervous.” Of course, most nervous people didn’t go straight on the offensive, but still.

[electraheart2012]

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[spy-der-woman]

The way I see it, we can do whatever we want.

[outercrasis]

Oh god oh wait how did I miss this one before?? I love the contrast and similarities you draw between Eddie and Venom, the constant push/pull they have. Not to mention that this is hot as hell soooo

I feel like you would have some very interesting thoughts about Eddie/Venom 🥰😏

A/N: Venom/Eddie Brock x F!Reader. DP. Tentacles duh. Smut. Threesome lol. I wrote this in a migraine haze.

This is so wrong.

It’s essentially a threesome.

A threesome with an alien symbiote thingy with a really really long tongue.

Fuck it.

***

It starts with Eddie. It starts with your eyes pinned to that petal-swollen lower lip and that deep, husky voice that cracks at all the right moments. He catches your blatant stare or maybe Venom does because all of a sudden he’s tipping his face up to meet yours and - “you wanna get a drink?”

You know all about Venom - know about Brock’s other half. You work in the business of understanding enhanced mortals with their monsters interwoven between the clefts and curves of their bones. You like helping Eddie. You like helping Venom. You like showing them exactly how they can do something that’s bigger than everything else.

Saving people?

What’s so wrong with that?

It’s a tall order for...us.

I’m here to just lube up the transition - make it worth it.

What? Come again?

I’m just here to convince you guys to be heroes.

Because S.W.O.R.D. wants us. What’s in it for you?

I need a holiday bonus.

Is that all we are to you?!

Christ - that - that was Venom.

Tell him that I like him more than you.

Okay - wait - hey!

***

You don’t really expect to be at Eddie’s apartment. You expected a bar, but he led you here, and maybe it's just easier for him. Not out in the open. No big crowds and people bumping into his body that's already crammed full of symbiote.

His place is chaos. Trash littering the floor and cereal boxes ripped to pieces and dried mac and cheese in a silver bowl.

“Sorry,” he mutters - his cheeks pink as he ducks his head. “I didn’t intend to have company and Venom can get - get a little overzealous with cooking.”

It’s endearing.

You smile as you tiptoe through the mess, dumping your purse on the counter. “No biggie.”

“What do you want to drink?”

“Anything. I’m easy.”

Eddie’s eyes widen enough to know that you’ve hit something.

Easy. Easy.

***

“Venom is really nice,” you remark and Eddie chokes on his beer. He’s quiet for a second - his brow wrinkling and you have no doubt who he’s talking to.

“He liked that,” he finally replies with a tone that borders on inappropriate - it’s dark and heady and scratched in the feral roar of his symbiote who clings to his tongue. “Even though it’s not true - ow fuck - dude - it’s not true. You’re mean as a snake.”

You grin. “I like snakes.”

Eddie’s nostrils flare - blush lips parting and you’re struck by how utterly gorgeous he is. It’s like a star bursts through your vision - the soft orange light from his cheap lamp creeping across his jawline - his cheekbones. Everything gilding him in copper and gold.

He really is an engima. This man. Just a man with all that power screaming inside him.

Eddie is silent for a few minutes - his expression going through ebbs and flows as he no doubt discusses something with Venom. He eventually clears his throat and he leans toward you - wedging himself between your spread thighs as you balance on a kitchen stool.

“Why’d you come here?”

You actually forget yourself - trip over your words as you try and claw through every reason you have on hand.

I'm lonely.

You're stunning.

I have no friends in this city.

I don't want to go home and watch the Great British Bake-Off for the tenth time.

Eddie’s pink tongue darts over his lip and you shudder.

“You had vodka?” you shrug.

His reflexes are lightning-quick as he suddenly grips the back of your neck - his thumb scraping across the hinge of your jaw.

“Just drinks?” he murmurs as his breath warms your cheek - your mouth. You don’t recognize this Eddie - this very smooth and shiny Eddie who is swelling with confidence and suggestion. You feel something wrap around your ankle - feel it flutter against the back of your knee. There’s pressure right at the base of your spine - a silky tentacle curving over your hip.

“No,” you whisper as his soot-black lashes flutter - as his moss-blue eyes dart from your face to your tits to your spread legs. “I came for you...” You grasp his waist to tug him forward - flush against your chest and right before he crushes his mouth to yours - you confess: “-and Venom.”

***

It’s the best fucking sex of your life. It’s overwhelming and too much and not enough and you wish you could stuff your fingers into Eddie and grasp Venom, but it doesn’t work that way.

He morphs and changes as shadows burst from his shoulder blades - his biceps. They come from nowhere and everywhere - touching and teasing and swelling around and inside you.

“Is this okay?” Eddie rumbles as he plants his knees and thrusts deep. Venom’s smooth fingers twist your nipples - slip between your folds - pinching the apex of your sex - right where Eddie’s thick cock is stretching you open as he pounds you to the point of blindness.

Your eyes roll back as another climax rolls through your belly - pulls and snaps inside your core. Eddie’s palm is hot on your cheek and he cups it tenderly - far too sweet for how he’s slamming into you - his cock punching up against your sweet spot and smashing the headboard into the wall. “Hey,” he repeats. “Is this okay?”

You’re far gone, but you nod - quickly gripping his chin to force him down to your mouth. His tongue tangles with yours - the same pattern and pace as his cock that's driving into you again and again.

“Venom,” he grunts against your lips “Venom can’t fucking shut up about how good you taste.”

Jesus Christ.

You clench at that - cunt clamping down around Eddie as your lower muscles spasm. He curses - dropping his forehead to yours - a dark chuckle spilling from his chest. “Fuck - you’re gonna make me cum.”

“Isn’t that the point?” you manage to stutter as one of Venom’s tendrils begins to nudge between your ass cheeks - petting and taunting before burrowing into your hole and oh fuck oh shit - oh - oh - oh -

Eddie kisses you again - frantic and desperate as he swallows your shriek of pleasure, while Venom opens you up in all sorts of ways. It feels like a fever - like you’re sick with it - like your entire body could rip apart and shatter to all that black - alien - goo and you’d dissolve with it - become one with Eddie and Venom - because you’re all three a single entity - right here and now as you break Eddie’s mattress - as you nearly bend the railing of his headboard - as Eddie - as Venom - as -

“You’re tight,” Eddie snarls. “So - so - tight -”

And you finally notice that his eyes have gone dark - that blue-green shaded to something like the deep, deep sea and his voice is different - all torn up and ragged and monstrous -

“You taste good,” he hums as he rubs his cheek against yours - as he noses at your hair and nips your ear. “So good - so tight and pretty and ours-”

“Venom,” you pant as you dig your nails into Eddie’s shoulders.

His brows lift - his lips twitching up into a feral smile that’s not Eddie.

“Say it again,” he begs.

“Venom.”

“Good girl,” he praises - husky and pleased. “Now - I’ll reward you.”

His cock is pulsing inside you - each snap of his hips making it drag and scrap against your tender walls. He’s been fucking you for hours and you don’t know if it’s day or night or dawn or three days later. You don’t know shit, but the pleasure and sensation that is whipping through your body - beneath your skin and in your veins. Black tentacles stroke between your thighs - the one in your ass pushing deeper in time with Eddie’s cock in your cunt. You’re utterly soaked - the lewd squelch and slip of all those appendages breaching you in their rapid, cyclical never-ending rhythm. That alien slick that mixes with your own and Eddie’s cum.

“Good girl,” Venom repeats through Eddie’s plush mouth. “Our girl - ours - ours -”

He rips his cock out of you, leaving you empty and brutally yanked back from the crest of your next climax. You curl into yourself on instinct - shaky and damp and sore with a soft whimper. But Venom grabs your knees and forces them apart - his expression stern regardless of Brock's doe-eyes. “Lie back,” he orders. “Time for your reward.”

As if this entire night hasn’t been one fat orgasm after the next.

You watch Eddie’s face change - his muscles rip and bend and then it’s all Venom. It’s those milky pupils - that long, fat tongue - the gums and gnashing teeth and that oily black skin. He’s huge - towering over you - blotting out your vision of the ceiling - the whir of the plastic fan.

“Scared?” he asks in a way that’s almost cautious - almost ashamed. It echoes through the bedroom - vibrates beneath the bed. You reach out for him - spreading your fingers wide to encompass a fraction of his jaw. You don’t know if Eddie has had any lovers since he’d met Venom. You don’t know the mating rituals of symbiotes, but who could care when your bones shake in the trap of your flesh and you can barely recall your own name because of how they've fucked you. You want to please them both.

You want to show him intimacy - acceptance - longing.

“No,” you tell him. “No - I want you.”

He grins with all those fangs before his tongue unfurls from his mouth - sweeping over your soaked thighs and immediately sinking into your cunt. You arch - hips bucking up against his chin as all of his tentacles or claws or whatever - pin you to the bed.

He eats you messy - his chest rumbling with approval - his eyes flashing in the dark. It’s wrong in so many ways and yet you know you’re ruined by him - by them.

You know you’ll want more.

[bullet-prooflove]

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[strangebrews]

book worm

pairing: eddie/venom [on ao3]

summary: Venom starts learning about human existence by reading magazines - decides Eddie is doing a worse job at existing than previously thought. also porn

tags: pwp; sub eddie brock; fluff+humor; that’s the important ones

thank you @corpsesolo​ for lovingly bullying me into finishing this

Venom was an avid reader of magazines. 

It became clear very soon that differentiating between which person would serve as an appropriate meal and which would not was the easiest part of survival on Earth—learning about humanity’s other nuances and quirks was much more complicated. So Venom turned to magazines to compile this new information, rather than pestering Eddie with questions like What is the point of hair?

The first one it’d found had been lying around Eddie’s dingy apartment, hiding under a stack of other papers. The content inside was mainly cars and motorcycles—not enough to spark Venom’s interest, so it’d tossed the thing aside—but during one of their trips to the store, the magazines caught its attention once more.

Food. 

Venom recognized the colored pages, fixating on the chocolate layer cakes and sizzling steaks which decorated the covers. It snatched one up while Eddie was distracted, saving to read it under the bed once they returned home.

This version of reading turned out to be much better, Venom decided that night, because they described what to eat, where to eat, how to eat. Venom flipped through the pages in awe, memorizing recipes as its hunger grew, saliva dripping from the tip of its tongue.

Reading became Venom’s new nocturnal activity, after it’d made sure Eddie was safely snoring in his dreams. And Eddie had begun feeling his stomach hollow right after he’d flicked the lights off lately, but he’d brushed it off as just another side effect of symbiosis.

-

After the stock of new, food-themed magazines had run out for the month, Venom gravitated towards the surrounding ones—wildflowers blooming in meadows, fancy tables neatly set in lilac rooms, women holding guitars while men sat at a drum set beside them. Gradually it discovered that these papers held the real secrets to surviving here. And perhaps unsurprisingly so, Eddie was missing quite a lot of the pieces. 

Venom was quick to understand and memorize, a thick stack of magazines slowly rising up beneath the bed. Reading had simply confirmed Venom’s opinion that the mechanics of human existence were odd and unnecessarily complex, but it read for the sake of making coexistence easier on Eddie. Anything for Eddie.

Things like flavors and the purpose of furniture were fairly easy to grasp, but the one detail Venom still struggled to understand was fashion. Appearance had never mattered to symbiotes, aside from how big you were and which tentacle-weapon was being swung at your head, so the fact that people categorized clothes as good and bad seemed unnecessary. Eddie’s tattered hoodies and worn-out jeans did have their five seconds of fame in certain editions, though.

Clothes, on the whole, were pointless to Venom. Constricting. Hot. Useless for survival in San Francisco. Eddie could stroll around naked at all times and he would be perfectly fine. Venom wouldn’t mind—would have preferred that, really.

-

“You know we have to pay for those.” 

Venom was caught mid-snatch one day, tendril lingering in the place where it’d emerged from Eddie’s shoulder. The truth was that its attempts at robbery hadn’t been very good—Eddie had recognized the suction-like sensation as a piece of Venom leaving his body early on. Besides, it was pretty hard not to notice the back of your shirt being lifted and having something tucked into the waistband of your pants during each shopping trip.

Pay?

It was an innocent mistake, really.  The magazines had failed to discuss any details regarding currency and Eddie was always taking those other paper books out of the bins for free. You couldn’t blame Venom for not recognizing that distinction.

Eddie had been paying for them all along. Or, at least, after he’d noticed—which was only two trips in. He would receive an odd look from the cashier each time he pushed extra change across the counter, but the just trust me seemed to settle their worries.

“You know, Vee, you’re reading all the boring ones anyway.”

Boring? Venom rushed to the surface of Eddie’s skin, a little head poking out in front of him. These are all fascinating. Which ones are not boring?

“Never mind.” Eddie had ventured into the territory before contemplating whether he was interested in exploring it with Venom. He wasn’t—for the record—interested in explaining what a porn mag was. But Venom was relentless, and it was quite challenging to stop a thought from gnawing at you when there was quite literally something gnawing at you from the inside out.

Which ones are not boring , Eddie? Venom had grown agitated. There’d been a single flash of something in Eddie’s brain, but he was doing a very good job at suppressing anything else. And because Venom hated secrets, it let two tendrils seep out from Eddie’s ears, creating the same feeling as water clogged inside of them. A feeling Eddie couldn’t stand for very long.

“Okay...okay! Stop fucking doing that—it’s the ones with the animals.” he swatted at his face and Venom disappeared back inside, satisfied. “The nature ones. Those are always pretty cool.”

Eddie was impressed with himself, he would admit, for successfully fooling Venom out of that one.

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Buying the magazines was no longer a secret after that and Eddie considered the new strategy which Venom had developed quite sweet—at first.

Because as it turned out, new knowledge made Venom consider itself quite the expert, and it insisted on directing Eddie towards what was right and wrong based on conventions—an especially unfortunate reality, considering Eddie had long been leading a very unconventional life.

They started off as little things—Venom offering soft pointers while they were attempting to cook. At some point between their meals of human heads and tater tots, Eddie had decided it would be advisable that he threw a vegetable into the mix every once in a while. Some soggy microwave peas or boiled broccoli stalks—delicacies that usually ended up thrown into the trash.

Needs more salt.

They were sauteeing this time around, a new word in Eddie’s vocabulary. “No it does not.” He had no clue what he was doing—the pepper slices were already sticking to the pan, burn marks visible—but Eddie was stubborn and insisted on salvaging at least a chunk of dignity in this case. He would eat the charred, flavorless crap and even crack a smile after swallowing.

MORE salt.

Venom seeped into the muscle of Eddie’s arm, steering him towards the shaker, and because it was impossible to stop the motion, for obvious reasons, Eddie resorted to another tactic. 

“Can you please let me try this alone for once?” Guilt tripping—a softer version of guilt-tripping. Because Eddie was aware that he was a loser, but he was actively trying to not be as big of a loser. Pleading Venom to work on growth alone always worked and it loosened its grip. 

The peppers still tasted like shit. Salted to perfection—granted—but disgusting nonetheless. Eddie could feel Venom pressing up against the walls of his abdomen, forcing a distance between it and the food coming down. 

We should not try this anymore, Eddie. It was grumbling from somewhere within Eddie’s chest, tone bordering on a whine, and this time Eddie could not find a valid reason to argue with the request.

-

Venom started applying his tips to categories outside of food eventually. Every morning it would remind Eddie to make his bed with the covers tucked neatly under the mattress and draw the shades. It was a stupid detail, unnecessarily tidy for someone living alone, but if Eddie refused, Venom would hiss into his ear and force the action anyway. 

Have some respect for aesthetics. It’d stolen that line from Better Homes and Gardens .

Circular motions, not back and forth. A tendril would slip out from Eddie’s shoulder in the bathroom, wrapping itself around his toothbrush to guide the motions.

And as time passed, Eddie began to recognize specific themes based on what Venom was nagging him about during a certain week—had begun to categorize the topics by magazine.

That was a very highly rated song. Skip back to it. 

Rolling Stone.

Did you hear Brad Pitt is considering re-mating with Angelina Jolie.

US . Or People . One of those. Eddie had seen the tabloid slipped under his pillow the day before.

You should rearrange the furniture into a more symmetrical structure. It will relax you. Help with your sleeping patterns.

And you know, there were plenty of reasons why Eddie had been feeling more tense recently—considering he’d recently found a side gig involving saving the world. Reasons that caused new aches and pains to prick at his joints, blisters that Venom was more than willing to heal with a few touches, but they had agreed that their day to day would remain normal. As normal as possible, that is.

So this was what normal humans did—at least according to Good Housekeeping . 

+++

It became routine for Annie to pop by the apartment, make sure that Eddie was okay. Okay was an arbitrary description, but at least okay based on the circumstances he found himself in now. She’d learned to trust Venom quite quickly—knew that it would keep Eddie safe—but there were certain things she needed to see herself in order to settle her worries. And she did, it turned out, enjoy the alien’s company.

Annie never truly explained the reason behind her visits, and Eddie never complained—any time with her was always a gift. He’d bought coffee at one point, to have something to offer apart from his stuttered sentences and stained couch. It was very cheap, very bland, instant coffee, but Eddie wasn’t necessarily in a position to be picky. It tasted fine to him.

It wasn’t fine for Venom anymore. 

We should be embarrassed, serving a woman of her quality this kind of trash. Last month’s copy of Food Network Magazine had been a special edition—entirely dedicated to the science behind coffee production, with a list of do’s and don’ts regarding brands included at the end.

“We’re on a budget, Vee.” but a flush of embarrassment still managed to creep up the back of his neck. He’d have to start monitoring what Venom picked out at the store, he noted. It was getting out of hand. And besides, Annie never offered any indication that she was offended by what Eddie had given her in the cup. Though she had always been very good at forgiving his smaller fuck-ups.

“It’s good to see you’re doing well, Eddie.” They were standing in his doorway now, exchanging routine goodbyes. Annie’s smile was tighter on this occasion, less genuine, and it would’ve concerned Eddie if he hadn’t noticed her trying to secretly slip some magazines to the tendril peeking out from his right hip. Eddie snatched them from her hand before Venom had a chance to grasp them for itself.

They were outdated versions—ones Annie had read and reread, and were now collecting dust in the living room. “How do you know?” 

She shrugged, but a true smile now tugged at her lips. “I just know.”

“Well do you know he tortures me with that knowledge later on?” Eddie sighed in defeat and handed the magazines over to the tentacle poking incessantly at his cheek, smushing the skin. He’d lost this battle—was unwilling to fight it against Annie, anyway.

“Oh, I’m sure what Venom has to say isn’t doing you any harm. Change is good sometimes, Eddie.” her expression was sheepish now—not exactly the choice of words she was going for, but they both let it go.

We should listen to her more often—she’s very intelligent.

-

He shut the door behind Annie and immediately decided they were going to the store to buy new coffee. Not because Venom had decided, but because Eddie had. He was running low at home (the can was only half empty) and it would be rude to have a shortage the next time Annie showed up unannounced. As for his decision to try out a new kind of coffee this time, that was coincidental. 

Your posture is horrible. 

They were walking down the aisles when Eddie felt a rush under his skin as his shoulders suddenly jerked upwards. “What the fuck man?” he shook off the pressure and reverted to his hunched state. Venom’s behavior was slowly becoming ridiculous—far from helpful anymore.

He chose the most expensive kind of coffee he could find— fuck it . And it seemed to please Venom, because it remained silent, rumbling softly at the surface of his arms. That, or it had finally learned its lesson.

Eddie noticed a tentacle slip towards the magazine stand as they passed, so just for good measure—to hammer his point in completely—he said, “No—we’re not buying those this time.” Venom was flustered by Eddie’s denial, but not enough to pass up an opportunity. It grabbed the closest thing on the shelf before they were out of reach, not paying attention to what it was. And Venom had learned something after all—how to float the magazine behind Eddie’s back so that he did not sense a thing.

-

The new magazine was...different. Definitely fascinating. Worthy of a read, a reread and then another reread. It quickly became one of Venom’s favorites.

And there was no nature in this one—not the nature Eddie had been talking about, anyway.

+++

Eddie had a boner.

It wasn’t necessarily a revelation—it was obviously not the first time he’d had the experience—but in the months following Venom’s arrival, those types of things had grown more complicated. 

Complicated meant Eddie had refused to tend to certain biological needs. It was a combination of embarrassment and shyness, really—the notion that something would be watching him. How he would manage to have sex with anyone else ever again hadn’t been resolved yet. One misfortune at a time. 

So Eddie repressed it. As best he could. 

He’d found that meditating actually worked well when it came to toning down the horniness—if he dug his nails into his palms and forced his mind to visualize walls or rocks. The real issue with the boners was their frequency. He’d tried it once or twice under the shower, teeth grinding to prevent any noises from escaping, but it just wasn’t the same. Wasn’t enjoyable . It was the complete opposite of what everyone celebrated bachelor life for. Fucking tragic. And after nearly two months of avoiding any form of self-indulgent jerk off session, his dick was revolting against him. 

It didn’t take a lot anymore—a brush of fingertips, a pat on the back, accidentally rubbing it against the counter. He’d left Mrs. Chen’s once sporting a halfie because she’d smiled at him for a bit too long—Mrs. fucking Chen . He’d buried that one deep into his memories, hoping Venom wouldn’t probe too deep—ironic. 

So there was Eddie Brock that night, in the dark, unable to remember which perfectly innocent image had conjured up the situation this time around, with his cock slowly growing harder. 

He palmed himself through the layers, still a bit hesitant. It couldn’t be that bad, he thought, having a bit of an audience. And besides, holding out on an orgasm was actually a health risk. The build-up of pressure could be lethal—he swore he’d read that somewhere at some point. Maybe it was even a slice of Venom’s newfound information mixing in with his own. 

“Oh fuck it,”

He shoved the covers off, tugging his boxers just down to his thighs, the head of his cock bobbing out from underneath the fabric. He grabbed the base firmly, a sigh escaping from between his lips accidentally, but he couldn’t be fucking bothered anymore—it’d been too long. 

He pumped once, twice, relief washing over his limbs. It was the first proper touch in months—he’d forgotten how good a hand and some imagination could feel.

You’re doing it wrong. 

The voice grumbled from somewhere within Eddie’s chest, seemingly lower than usual, but Eddie continued, thrusting slightly into his palm on the third stroke. 

You’re doing it wrong.

Eddie had assumed the first time was a mistake, but Venom made its presence clear now. He felt a rush along his legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake, and Venom’s head emerged from his hip, face inches away from where Eddie’s fingers were gripping. 

“I’m doing it wrong?” he stopped mid-stroke, eyes locking in on Venom’s milky ones.

Yes.

Eddie swallowed the dryness in his throat, but still snorted in irritation. An alien —telling him he was jerking himself off wrong.

“Right, well if you’re the expert then why don’t you demonstrate?”

What he said was technically a joke—born from a combination of nerves and genuine frustration at being interrupted after he’d finally gathered the courage to do this. He ignored the prick of a desire that had been floating around in the back of his head.

A smile creeped onto Venom’s face, spreading its maw open wider, teeth glittering in the moonlight. It’d been waiting for this—the fact dawned on Eddie and his cock twitched in response. His invitation echoed off the walls.

Don’t touch. 

A single tendril weaved its way between Eddie’s fingers, pulling his hand away to pin it down tightly into the mattress. Venom’s tongue replaced the touch immediately, licking up slowly from the base and dipping into his slit teasingly. It drew back only momentarily, a strand of saliva hanging between Eddie’s throbbing head and the end of its tongue. Eddie bit back a moan at the sight, wrists straining against Venom’s grip. 

Venom responded to the reaction and repeated the motion once more, before wrapping its tongue around Eddie’s cock like a fist, another piece of it moving down to cup his balls. It pumped up and down in swift strokes, licking away the pre-cum coating Eddie’s cock and it felt fucking good —definitely better than any measly attempts he’d been making all these years.

Eddie’s cheeks had flushed completely and the tips of his ears burned red, a familiar pressure already beginning to rise in his belly. Venom stroked his cock in long, exaggerated motions, hovering after each one to build Eddie’s desperation. Proving a point , Eddie thought, mocking him for his silly, little human efforts but it was working— fuck , it was working. 

It was ridiculous, actually, for him to be approaching an orgasm this quickly, his legs already quivering. But Eddie’s stubbornness towards proving his own point still tugged at his tongue so he mumbled, “Feels the same as always.” 

That was enough to spark a reaction.

Eddie felt the shudder surge through his veins as Venom unwound its tongue, opening its jaws wider. For a moment he thought he’d crossed a risky boundary, God, it’s gonna bite my dick off, I’m going to be a sad, dickless man , but the fear was wiped away when Venom swallowed down his cock.

Eddie gasped at the suddenness, heels digging into the sheets as more tendrils sprouted out from between his thighs, winding their way up his hips.

“Fuck, Vee.” the words were drawn out, the hairs along Eddie’s arms bristling as Venom swirled its tongue. He had overcome any lingering embarrassment now, fixated on the heat engulfing him. He could feel Venom’s growing enthusiasm humming just beneath his skin. 

It was wetter, hotter than a human mouth and Eddie fucked into the maw with increasing urgency, nearly burying himself to the hilt. Venom’s eyes simply narrowed. 

Could you make an alien gag? Even now, balls deep in said alien’s throat, logic was nagging him.

No . Venom took him in deeper.

So Eddie had definitely been doing it wrong, it turned out. His entire body was on fire now, sweat coating his brow, the sharp tugs at his nipples sending pricks of delicious pain down his chest. It was nearly enough for him to miss the tentacle that had started slithering up the back of his right thigh. 

“Vee….” This was happening. The tendril probed his ass, a few touches ghosting over his hole. Eddie whimpered at the contact—this was really fucking happening.

Venom pulled away from Eddie’s cock and flipped him over onto his knees with a surprising gentleness. Countless tendrils rubbed along his sides and over his stomach, brushing up against his balls as Eddie’s cock dripped onto the sheets. Waiting —the word flashed in front of his eyes. Venom was waiting for permission. Or for Eddie to beg. Perhaps a combination of the two, and Eddie had reached a point where he was eager to provide both.

“Please..” he had moaned himself hoarse already, the plea barely a whisper, but it didn’t matter—Venom could feel his need and the notion prompted him to angle outwards, spreading his ass apart. 

A slim tendril pushed through the ring of muscle with ease, Venom’s own slipperiness serving as lube. It’d been a while since he had done things this way, but the feeling of being filled still sent the same shock up his spine, thighs trembling. He clenched experimentally and the tentacle grew thicker.

Venom slid more tendrils in, stretching Eddie out before merging into one piece. It settled into a steady rhythm quickly, wispy finger-like tentacles still skimming the underside of his cock.

Eddie rocked with the movement, teeth digging into the flesh of his cheek. The tendril grew thicker with each thrust, pressed right up against his prostate. It wasn’t an isolated feeling—Eddie sensed it along his arms, through his legs, eyes flooding with black as Venom massaged his entire body. 

He mocked himself for denying this for so long, for actually considering to refuse if Venom had ever offered. It was better than any human hand or dick—and he was hyperly aware that his body was gradually being torn apart, but the feeling reigned over any pain. He needed more, more, more .

We can do this all the time, Eddie. 

Eddie felt the thrumming of his thoughts being silenced as Venom curled tighter around his limbs, steadying his hips to bury itself deeper in him. 

He came soon after that, messily, the fingers teasing his cock merging into a hand to empty him entirely.

With his heart fluttering against his ribcage, Venom pulled out gently and blanketed itself over Eddie’s body. Eddie was laughing, mainly in exasperation, partially in pain, but he still managed to squeeze a, “Which fucking magazine taught you how to do that, Vee?” in between giggles.  

Venom’s answer was simple. Men’s Health .

[ao3feed--symbrock]

by sirnando

Needs more salt.

They were sauteeing this time around, a new word in Eddie’s vocabulary. “No it does not.” He had no clue what he was doing—the pepper slices were already sticking to the pan, burn marks visible—but Eddie was stubborn and insisted on salvaging at least a chunk of dignity in this case. He would eat the charred, flavorless crap and even crack a smile after swallowing.

MORE salt.

-

Venom starts learning about human existence by reading magazines - decides Eddie is doing a worse job at existing than previously thought.

Words: 3780, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Venom (Movie 2018)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Eddie Brock, Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Anne Weying

Relationships: Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote

Additional Tags: Porn With Plot, Tentacle Sex, Sub Eddie Brock, Blow Jobs, First Time, having alien sex that is, Bisexual Eddie Brock, implied to like the smallest degree, Humor, Fluff and Smut

[autisticbats]

For the ask game A, I, L, and X

THANK YOU!!! ��🙏🙏

A - Your current OTP(s)/OT3(s)/OTX(s)

i’m actually super into platonic/familial relationships rn!!! (ie. batfam, the hargreeves, irondad/spiderson, team as fam, etc.) but for romantic ships i’d have to say superbats, cablepool, bucky/steve/sam, symbrock, roadrat, stanner, harlivy, sportarobbie, bruce/selina, harley/ivy/selina, poly!avengers (minus peter ofc) and reid/hotch! i’m definitely forgetting some tbh

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why?

yes, actually lmao. twice! like 6 1/2 years ago i used to have a rly popular hetalia blog but eventually got educated as to why it was harmful. & after that i was an active SU blogger but met some really toxic people and lost my love for the show bc of that. rip.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)

joker you magnificent beast, i love you as a character and as a supervillain but you are a terrible human being and deserve to be ran over by a tractor. i like your hair.

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

WOOOOO LETS GO!!! these aren’t in any particular order--

1. damian wayne! a babey and an angel <3333

2. clint barton <3 i love u sm you absolute mess of a man

3. bruce banner! <3333 UR SO CUTE WHO GAVE U THE RIGHT???

4. deadpool u silly son of a bitch i adore u

5. harley quinn <333333333 u make me so fucking happey

6. klaus hargreeves !!! fuck yeah !!!!!!!!1 rob me !!!!!!!!

7. mycroft holmes <3333333 spit on my grave and use my identity to commit tax fraud to further your career as the personification of the british government <3 ! <#33

7 1/2. sherlock holmes <3 ! !!!! a babey!!!! avenge my death and experiment on my corpse!!!! break into my house and steal my marvel collectibles!!!!! for science 1!!!!!

8. eddie brock u dumb bitch <333 that's it<3333333

9. dick grayson !!!! fucken baby!!!!11 BABEY MAN!!!!!

10. jason todd !!!!!!!!!1111 jason !!! tod !!!!!d <33333trash man <22

10 1/2. peter parker !!!!!!!! !!!! 1!!!!!!! !!!!!A CHILD!!!!!!! !!!!1  BABEY CHILD !!!!!!! SMART BOY

[ask-venom-and-eddie]

The Microwave Incident™

Fandom: Venom Movie (2018) Relationships: Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote/Anne Weying/Dan Lewis Characters: Eddie Brock, Venom, Anne Weying, Dan Lewis AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17297084 Additional Note: This primarily focuses on Dan and Eddie bonding*

Summary: In all of Dan’s years of life, he’d never quite expected to one day be cohabiting with both his girlfriend, his girlfriend’s partner and the symbiote that lived within said partner.

In all of Dan’s years of life, he’d never quite expected to one day be cohabiting with both his girlfriend, his girlfriend’s partner and the symbiote??? that lived within said partner. But as much of Life goes, nothing will ever be quite as planned and if there’s anything he’s learned to be good at by this point, it would be to go with natural progression. Things are much easier when one learns to acknowledge it and deal with whatever happens when it happens.

Besides, it’s not so bad. The total amount of time it takes to complete chores is effectively shortened down with proper delegation. There’s always someone present to take care of the cat, trips to retrieve groceries are shortened, household fees are equally split, and the amount of troublemakers around the area have mysteriously vanished....All things considered, Eddie is a pretty decent housemate. That is if one can get used to occasionally waking up to a black humanoid mass shoveling the contents of their fridge into their gaping maw, all the while making eye contact with them.

Okay so maybe Venom is a little bit as intimidating as they are fascinating to Dan.

But can anyone really blame him for that? Considering how their first meeting had resulted in Dan very nearly getting choked out by them...him?? How does the whole...symbiote thing work? Truth be told, he’s still not all too caught up with the details entirely. Of course, Anne had briefly explained Eddie’s situation after the whole... ‘Hospital thing’. The last he’s heard about Venom had been that the symbiote was presumed dead. And now, they’re alive again?

He still remembers the exact moment Anne had found out Venom was still very much alive and very much a part of Eddie. Boy, had that been quite the fiasco. Thankfully, things have more or less settled into a peaceful routine now. It’s clear that Anne and Eddie still have things to work out between the both of them and that is not up to Dan to fix. But the doctor is optimistic all the same that they’ll get there in their own time too.

For now, he’s content with the arrangement. Laughing together as they watch bad reruns on tv, dining out together at least once a week, watching Mr Belvedere and Venom get accustomed to one another, having fun and respectful debates with Eddie...it’s fun. It’s nice. Dan would even venture to call it comfortable.

With the occasional exceptions.

Namely now. Noticing the distinct smell of char and smoke wafting out of their shared apartment isn’t exactly something one looks forward to when returning home. Alarm converting into adrenaline, Dan breaks into a run, heart hammering under his chest. By the time he’s shouldered the door open and dropped his bags in favor of rushing inside, he finds a panic-stricken Eddie attempting to fan out the interior of the microwave that had erupted in flames with his hoodie.

“Eddie d-” He’s barely able to get a word of warning out before the ends of Eddie’s hoodie catches on fire too, leading to more panicked gasps from the other and a rushed attempt to stomp out the flames. Eddie probably would have succeeded if it weren’t for the fact that his frenzied attempts ensured that he got a little too close to the microwave that was still on fire and Dan could only watch in horror when he makes contact with it by the tip of his elbow and practically howls.

A little part of it might have been Venom’s doing too because Dan sees tendrils of black inky rope-like substance emerge, rapidly roping up Eddie’s elbow. Stray tendrils extended, attaching themselves beneath the kitchen table floor. Eddie is then bodily dragged underneath in an attempt to take cover. They’re protecting him. Dan dimly registers. But now isn't really the time to be making sense of things. He has a fire to put out.

Galvanised by determination, the doctor scrambles to put gloves on just in case. He takes a moment to ease his nerves before he slams the microwave oven door shut. Careful to keep a wide berth as he turns it off, Dan unplugs the power cord just in case. There’s very little one can do except to suffocate the flames, which is exactly what he attempts to do.

Eddie is still in the same location by the time Dan could safely declare that he has the situation contained. He’s hunched over in a futile attempt to fold himself in half, breathing erratically, the back of his hoodie sweat-drenched. An inky black substance, almost oily in sheen, oozes from his chest. Almost as if reflecting Eddie’s current state, the tendrils jitter, a seething mass twitching with agitation.

Whatever it was doing, if anything at all, captures Eddie’s attention enough and he’s just barely able to focus a wide-eyed gaze at Venom in a struggle not to hyperventilate. Shaky fingers grasped at the symbiote, tugging on them in an effort to pull him closer even as Eddie fought for air.

As Dan hurries his way forward, it’s becoming more and more apparent that the other is having trouble calming himself down. In retrospect, perhaps he shouldn’t have moved as quickly as he did because the sudden movement has Venom’s hackles raising and Dan is greeted with a furious bellow, fangs bared, claws extended. Oh boy oh boy.

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” His own heartbeat hammers in his ears when Dan raises his hands. Much like one would approach a skittish animal, the doctor slows his approach. Inch by gradual inch, Dan makes his way closer in what he hopes to be a non threatening manner.

“It’s okay, buddy. I’m-I’m not going to hurt him or you. I’m here to help. Let me help, Venom. Please.”

Pearlescent eyes narrowed into slits at his words and Dan resists the urge to gulp. Against his own wishes, he finds himself holding his breath when Venom appears to consider his offer. There’s something about finding yourself the sole focus of something so..otherworldly. Something powerful enough to snap your spine in one solid move if it thought to do so. It settles beneath his skin, all pins and needles.

It takes a while- Eddie may be the one looking worse for wear but Venom. Venom is a constantly shifting mass, shape inconsistent, as if it was compelled to stay close yet pull away at the same time. Dan might not understand the symbiote as much as Eddie or even Anne does, but it’s apparent even to him that Venom isn’t feeling all too good either.

There’s really no other way to describe the symbiote’s movements. But Dan would compare it to a drop of water against speakers playing at an unbearably loud volume. Nevertheless, a decision is finally made. With their last shudder, Venom oozes back. Whatever visible parts of it slithers back in quicker than Dan could blink. All that remains is a disembodied hand, fingers carefully interlaced with Eddie’s in a singular gesture that conveyed both a need for comfort and an effort to reassure.

Choosing to interpret that as assent, Dan wastes little time in shuffling underneath the table as well so that he would be seated next to Eddie’s hunched figure. “Eddie. Eddie, can you hear me?” It takes him a few tries before he’s able to get a response from his panicky companion. Eddie’s hands clenched into fists in a repeated pattern: squeeze, release, squeeze, release. Combating threats Dan can’t see, wisps of nightmares he doesn’t have access to. Not in the same way he does.

Eddie’s face is ruddy with exertion and emotional toil, breathing shaky and stilted. Dan watches as his companion thumps at the front of his chest in a manner that suggested he was attempting to dislodge something even though he knows nothing is there.

“Sorry.” Eddie’s voice cracks when he chokes out a coherent reply, pitched high and teetering on the edge of exhaustion. He scrubs at his face, still hunched up against himself. “I don’t-I don’t know what- What’s happening to me.”

And Dan could feel his heart break just a little.

“Experiencing emotional distress of sorts in highly stressful situations is a valid response, Eddie. Don’t apologise for that.” Though his reflex and instincts willed him to initiate contact as a means of comfort, the doctor hesitates and lifts away the hand that had been hovering near Eddie’s shoulder. Touch is grounding for some but it may not for others. The last thing Dan wants is for Eddie to feel even worse.

A little part of him wonders if it had been the fire or the fact that he’d failed to prevent it from catching fire that evoked such an intense response. Whichever it is, it’s not a question to be asking now. There’s always time to figure it out in the future. For now, what Eddie needs is the means to regulate his breathing and even out his physical reactions. Maybe get something for burns. That’s right-

“Eddie, may I?” By way of finishing his sentence, Dan gestured at his companion’s elbow only for Eddie to shake his head after comprehension dawns on him.

“No need.” Eddie manages to wheeze out with a measure of effort. “.Big guy’s...got it covered.”

“Oh.” A beat later. “He can do that?”

His surprise must have shown because the corners of Eddie’s mouth twitched upwards for the briefest of moments when he casts gaze on him. The edges of red-rimmed eyes may have crinkled just the tiniest bit with fondness.

“Yeah. He can-” An abortive gesture is made, aimless before Eddie sets his hand again the front of his chest, kneading. Probably uncomfortable from the amount of effort it took to keep breathing regularly. “He can do a lot.”

“Huh. Fascinating. What else can he do?” Maybe if they talked about Venom, it’d be enough of a distraction to ease his discomfort. “Uh. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, no pressure.” There’s virtually nothing Dan could, or would do, with that information anyways. Assuming the symbiote may be suspicious about that.

He’s met with yet another abortive gesture but Venom must not have minded much since Eddie answers him in halting sentences, pausing frequently to breathe deeper. They talk and Dan shares stories of his own when Eddie trails off: Teenage escapades, past pets, unfortunate haircuts, late night hospital antics with the staff, his ongoing struggles with the parking meter, stories that have Eddie looking less haunted. Eddie tells him about his investigative work, speaks jargon that goes over Dan’s head about motorbikes, captures his attention with descriptive details about the wild adventures he’d gotten into, reasons his opinions on current mysteries.

They don’t talk about the microwave and Eddie doesn’t come out from underneath the table when Dan excuses himself to answer a call.

But he makes space for him when Dan comes back with two cups of hot cocoa. Mr Belvedere slinks in to join them, shameless in the way they curled up in Eddie’s lap, purring louder than he’s ever heard. And Dan decides that Eddie’s a little bit like a cat himself when he slumps against his side, cheek warm against Dan’s shoulder, breathing finally even as he dozes.

They’re still there when Anne returns home. The question in her eyes were apparent when she finally catches sight of them. But she only nods when he mouths ‘I’ll tell you later’, eyes honey soft. Her lips are warm when she presses a kiss to his cheek and runs her fingers through Eddie’s hair, angling awkwardly just so she could press one against his temple.

Things are okay. They’re all okay.

Something in Dan relinquishes it’s hold with a soft sigh and he revels in it’s absence. He feels light, whole, good.

Yeah, they’ll be okay.

[flerkin-marvelous]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Carol Danvers/Yon-Rogg Characters: Yon-Rogg (Marvel), Carol Danvers, Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Tony Stark, Nick Fury, Minn-Erva (Marvel), Bron-Char (Marvel), Att-Lass (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Loki (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Hulk (Marvel), Venom, Eddie Brock, T'Challa (Marvel), M'Baku (Marvel) Additional Tags: Mind Rape, Amnesia, Alternate Universe, Violence, Romance, Character Death, Monica Rambeau - Freeform, Supreme Intelligence - Freeform, Talos - Freeform, Anelle - Freeform, Mar-vell - Freeform, rocket - Freeform, Groot - Freeform Series: Part 1 of Infinity and Beyond Summary:

The Skrulls have infiltrated Earth, so Earth has reached out to Hala for assistance. The Supreme Intelligence has dispatched Yon-Rogg and his team to assist as requested by Fury much to Carols disdain.

[marveltrumpshate]

January 2021 MTH fills part 2/3

Part 1 here. The best way to see all the fills that have been shared with us is our monthly roundups tag or our #MTH-fills channel on our Discord, but you can also view them through the following methods:

Our Tumblr tags: 2018, 2019, 2020

Our AO3 collections: 2018, 2019, 2020 (only has works posted to AO3)

Completed works tag list: 2018, 2019, 2020

To find specific content, use our completed works tag lists above which includes instructions on how to search for a particular character, gen or romantic relationship, universe, and fanwork type. 

@hollyandvice - “Drop Dead Desperate” (Eddie/Venom fic where Eddie is kidnapped and separated from Venom) for @fanficmakesmehappy

Jaiden S - “True North” (Endgame magical realism Steve/Bucky fic) for @kalika999

lazyfish/@bobbimorseisbisexual - dripping (Lance/Jemma neighbors pining AU fic) for @libbyweasley

@mific - “Shall We Dance?” (art of Eddie and Venom dancing) for computergoddess47

@monobuu - Mixed-media art piece of Bucky Barnes with his malfunctioning arm from Old Man Hawkeye #8 made with acrylic paint and comic cut-outs on canvas for callidice - Mixed-media collage painting of Tony and his armors from Invincible Iron Man made with acrylic paint and comic cut-outs on canvas for @dracusfyre

neverweremine - “Skip the heartache (I’ve got classes to teach)” (Logan/Scott post-X2 Hanahaki fic) for savannagrey 

Neutralchaos/@chaosdraws - Art of orca!Bucky flirting with human!Steve for @thelittleblackfox

@nostalgicatsea - “Deep Breath In, Deep Breath Out” (post-IW Sharon & Natasha fic where four years after the Decimation, Tony invites them to dinner at his house and they meet Morgan for the first time) for @ishipallthings​ (MTH 2019)

[symbiotesynergy]

“Okay before you try to bite your head off cause you’re grumpy and Kat’s away at space camp right now. She is, right? That’s, gonna be super awkward if she’s not, but ah. Just. Take a moment, look at me. And then when you’re suspicious and kinda a jerk, let V feel me out,” Katherine listed out, staying very still on the couch as Eddie walked back into the apartment.

To find a seeming stranger there.

Her words came out breathlessly but she couldn’t help but smile.

“Also, hi Dad. Hi Par,” she said, welcoming pheromones and a chemical Hello Parents wafting out from her other. “There’s kinda a lot to explain. Uh. Can we order some pizza and talk about it?”

On the coffee table was a suitcase with a strange symbol on it that looked vaguely like a symbiote’s profile and Venom’s face in particular with the words Brock Industries scrawled on it and a chemical scent that meant something similar to Klyntar.

It was open faced, with a bunch of strange tech spread out over it, much of it which looked broken or charred. Which was, uh. A problem.

We should have called first.

Like they’d have believed us then either, babe.

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where do you think scarlett leithold could fit? this rp looks amazing !

thank you so much ! i think she could fit in a lot of different families : steve rogers ( adopted ), loki & sigyn, hope van dyne, black tom cassidy & eilish sullivan, caitlin snow & ronnie raymond, stephanie brown & cassandra cain ( adopted ), dan espinoza & chloe decker & lucifer morningstar, eddie brock, kara zor-el, hal jordan & carol ferris, harley quinn & pamela isley, jason todd ( adopted ), hela & thanos, koriand’r & raven roth ( adopted ), natasha romanoff ( adopted ), stephen strange & clea, bruce wayne, oliver queen & dinah lance, warren worthington iii, michael jon carter & ted kord ( adopted ) !

and if you’re interested, some familial wanted connections she could fit :

VIDAR BJÖRK-THORSON & TOVA VIDARSDOTTIR, our CHARLIE HUNNAM & EMMA MACKEY fcs are looking for a CHILD / SIBLING connection who looks like BILLIE EILISH, MARGOT ROBBIE, HENRIK HOLM, ELLIOT FLETCHER, KATELYN NACON, JOE KEERY, JENNY BOYD, NAT WOLFF / UTP who is 17-19 or 23 you DON’T have to contact prior to applying at ofichvr / tofuisms. ( but you can if you want ! ) ( tova would… die for each of them, any time any place, but also… you know how ur sibs are your best friends but also your worst enemies? .. yeah. when they’re good, they’re reALLY good - but when they’re bad, mom or dad probably has to step in eventually to referee the arguments. the dynamic would prob be different depending on whether tova is older or younger ; if she’s the eldest, then her natural protectiveness extends to them, and if they’re older… well, same, but she’s probably a little bit TOO textbook ‘annoying younger sister’ a lot of the time. it is very possible that vidar isn’t close to this child due to him not being around for AWHILE - he was in the army from age 18 to early 30s but would come home whenever he was able to - which was NEVER enough! so they could have a relationship where vidar tries and ur chara just doesn’t want that, ur chara looks up to him but they don’t rly know how to interact , etc! it is also an option for the chara to be a TWIN but thats completely up to u! please check out vidar’s INTRO for background info and more fc options! )

THEORA TREVOR, our KATE SIEGEL fc,  is looking for a FOSTER CHILD connection who looks like CAMERON BOYCE, LISA TEIGE, AMANDLA STENBERG, KARAN BARR, DAVID CASTRO, RJ CYLER, ABIGAIL COWEN, PARIS BERELC, YARA SHAHIDI, IMAN MESKINI // PLAYER’S CHOICE who is 16/17. you DO have to contact prior to applying at WVTCHFUL. ( credit to rachel for giving me part of this idea !! theora works in the e.r. and one day a kid ended up there for some reason.when it came time for them to be discharged, they had nowhere to go and theora got temporary custody while they waited for the situation to be worked out. flash forward a few days, theora is attached and filling out the paperwork to become a foster parent.  )

EMMA FROST, our KATIE CASSIDY fc is looking for her LIL DEATH MACHINES / STEPFORD CUCKOOS X3 - CELESTE, MINDEE, PHOEBE who look like GIORGIA WHIGHAM, KIERNAN SHIPKA, JENNY BOYD, ANNASOPHIA ROBB, ANY MATCHING BLONDE FC who are 16-26 YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( we all kno the stepford cuckoos. they and their sisters - two named dead, thousands of unnamed - are emma’s clones, and though they appear to be mature, are actually, chronologically, like, five or smth, cos they were grown rapidly in tubes. it wasn’t known from minute one that they were emma’s, but the minute this became public knowledge, she accepted it and started to think of them as her daughters. diamond form, telepathic hive mind, coordinated outfits ; how much more could u want? )

GRÁINNE CASSIDY, our SOPHIE RUNDLE fc is looking for her SIBLINGS / TWO OLDER, TWO YOUNGER who look like FINN COLE, OLIVIA COOKE, CILLIAN MURPHY, EMILY BROWNING, DOUGLAS BOOTH / ANY FACE CLAIM who are anything from 20-40 YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( do u want to play a member of a crime fam, but ur not sure which to pick? do u want to play an irish char, but dont know what to do? if the answer is yes to the first and no to the second, but ur ok with settling, then boy o boy do i have the crime fam for you ! mutant on their fathers side and mobster on their mothers, the cassidy-sullivan’s are honestly… p hot, if i say so myself. their matriarch was left the only member of the fam after they were wiped out in gotham about ten years ago, and now they’re all getting older, the kids are restarting that specific fam business. i love the idea of them all having like… conflicting ideals, conflicting ideas for their fam, conflicting LIVES. gráinne fancies herself the head of the family right now, and at least for the minute is continuing their loyalty to the falcone’s. her sibs could want to challenge her… could be happy working alongside her… could mayb not even wanna be apart of the family - it’s honestly up to YOU ! )

JEANNIE DRAKE KENT, our STEFANIE SCOTT fc is looking for a HALF SIBLING ( via warren )  connection who looks like ( EMMA DUMONT, ASAMI ZDRENKA, RYAN POTTER ANY ½ WHITE FC ))  who is ( 19-23 YEARS OLD. ) you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( half siblings that are known publically to be worthington – nothing is set in stone with this connection but feel free to message at gods lost roomba#5813 to hear more about it!  )

PERSEUS XAVIER-LEHNSHERR, our NICK ROBINSON fc is looking for an UNKNOWN BIOLOGICAL FAMILY connection who looks like any white/half white (brunette) kid !! / grace phipps, jake t austin, madison davenport, noah centineo, piper curda, richard harmon, thomas hayes, willa holland, xavier serrano who is  20+ YEARS OLD. you DO have to contact prior to applying at JEEZPERSEUS. ( he was born to two degenerates in camden, new jersey. neither good parents, but he never experienced it because he was very little when he & his seven siblings were placed into the custody of the state for neglect. they were a high powered family, two mutant parents, but there’s a possibility one of the kids was human. they can be siblings or half-siblings or even cousins. or even his twin sister!! they’d be 20 or older if they’re a (half-)sibling, bc percy is youngest. go wild. ) ( thalia, more )

ROSARIO HILL, our MELISSA BARRERA fc, is looking for a YOUNGER HALF SIBLINGS / ADOPTED SIBLINGS ( 1 to 2 ) connection who looks like DIEGO TINOCO, TRINITY ANNE, EDEN ESTRADA, SOFIA REYES, CIERRA RAMRIEZ, ISSA LISH, DANNA PAOLA, ARIELA BARER, MANPREET MABRA, LAURA HARRIER, TRISTIN MAYS, LULU ANTARISKA, KEKE PALMER, TAZZY PHE, TINA TAMASHIRO, TOMMY MARTINEZ, MARLON LANGELAND / AT LEAST HALF MEXICAN IF BIO, ANY FACE IF ADOPTED who is UNDER 25 you DON’T have to contact prior to applying.

TRIXIE ESPINOZA DECKER MORNINGSTAR, our CHRISTIAN SERRATOS fc is looking for her ( TWO ) YOUNGER HALF-SIBLINGS VIA CHLOE & LUCIFER who look like ANY HALF WHITE, HALF MEXICAN FC who are anything from 16-22 YEARS OLD. you DON’T have to contact prior to applying. ( i’m tweaking the timeline that i’m mainly working from - the lucifer tv show - just a bit to allow for a broader age range of siblings, but what i waNT here is !! lil decker-morningstar kids !! i’m not even fussy on whether they’re like, bio or not, i just think… trix would be an awesome big sister, and it would REALLY solidify the fam connection here for there to be a lil fam running abt the place. )

WILLIAM WADE WILSON, our BRANDON FLYNN fc is looking for a FULL SIBLING connection who looks like CAITLIN STASEY, MERRITT PATTERSON, NINA DOBREV, DAISY RIDLEY, COLIN FORD, ALEX LAWTHER, TYLER YOUNG, THOMAS HAYES, UTP+  who is 16-17, 22+ you DON’T have to contact prior to applying at willicmwilson. ( Okay, I’m not super duper picky with this connection- I really just want to explore their relationship/the family dynamic. Also, it’s completely optional but I think it’d be cool to continue the whole 3 W tradition when naming them! Feel free to contact me if you do have any questions!)