#eddie and venom both disappeared then

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Aromatic

Sex Pollen!Eddie Brock|Venom x Spider-Girl!Reader

Summary: After a failed fight with a local villain, Venom and the Reader find themselves overwhelmed by some gas that was sprayed on them.

CW: choking, oral f!receiving, p in v, creampie, breeding kink,

a/n: so sorry this took so long, I’ve been stressed out here lately! I’m leaving the villain ambiguous so you can decide who it is as you read :)

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Cold Autumn air cut through your suite like a knife. Swinging around the city as the sun went down, checking for any sign of mischief. Catching a glimpse of one of your partners in an alleyway. Deciding to check-in on him and see what was going on.

You crawled slowly down the wall behind him. Sneaking up to see if maybe there was something he was hiding.

"I know you're there," his deep voice rumbled in your ears.

Venom. An alien symbiote. Vigilante by night. Not entirely sure who his human vestige was underneath. Always curious, but never willing to ask.

You hopped off the wall with a sigh. Landing directly behind him, "Your senses are getting better."

"I can always smell you coming," he chuckled with a grin on his face. Your cheeks flushed under your mask. There always was a hint of flirtation between the two of you. You jokingly sniffed your armpit, “Do I really smell that bad?”

Venom scoffed, “Of course not.” A small sting of embarrassment on his tone. Like something deep inside him did not want to offend you.

You felt your senses go into overdrive. Whipping your head around in the direction you were being called to. Leading your gaze into the small view of the streets you had from the alleyway. Hearing the familiar laugh of the villain you had been tracking for weeks now.

“Come on,” you instructed him as you thwipped a web up, pulling yourself higher. Landing on top of the building surrounding you. Staring at the new machine they created. A giant vessel holding some colorful liquid on its back. Giant legs hoisting it up as it rampaged down the streets. Clamping down on cars and throwing them into buildings.

You and Venom diving down head first into the battle. Venom stopping the newly thrown car mid air before it struck a mother and her child. Your webs wrapping themselves around the arms of the machine, pulling and pinning them backwards. The villain shooting a dreadful look at you.

“So this is what you’ve been up to? Thought you were just scared to see me,” you mocked as you shot webs against the arms, pinning it to the ground.

“Pesky bug!” They shouted at you, fingers rapidly pressing buttons on the board of the machine. Watching as a canon extended from the back of it. Feeling your senses tingle every end of your nerves.

“VENOM! WATCH OUT!” You called out as you swung over to your partner. Attempting to shield him from whatever attack was coming from the villain. Your body moving without thinking to his defense.

Gas poured from the cone-shaped end. Surprising you that a missile of some kind didn’t fire out. Thick smog filled the entire street you were in. Fogging up your vision and burning your nose.

You both coughed as the dust coated the insides of your noses and throats.

"What the hell was that?!" Venom growled, noticing the villain had disappeared in front of you.

"I have no idea," you coughed out, "I don't feel any different. Not noticing any physical changes."

"Maybe it was just a distraction," Venom groaned frustrated that you had let them get away. Slamming his giant fist into the nearby concrete. Quiet cursed grumbled under his breath as he jumped back to the ground. You followed closely behind, shooting a web and sliding down it. Feeling a ting in your heart for him.

Walking over and flattening your hand against his back, “We’ll get them next time.”

The monster sighed.

Your chest jumped. The growl on his voice vibrating through your entire body. You swallowed heavy as you awkwardly removed your hand from him. His white eyes looking over his shoulder at you. Widening when they met yours.

“I’ve got to go,” Venom forced his head forward. Rushing off from you. Somewhere you were unsure of. An abrupt end to your nightly routine.

You headed home. Swinging along the large glass buildings in your city. Jumping down a hidden part of the alley next to your apartment. Grabbing your bag you had hid and changing clothes.

Your body went through the familiar motions as you walked up to your apartment. A haze around your vision, your mind somewhere else entirely. Unsure why you felt what you were, but focusing on the one thing that cleared up your fog.

Venom.

Your large alien partner in crime. Well— stopping crime. Ever since you had parted ways after your failed face off today, he was the only thing you could focus on. How gentle he always was with you, his deep voice, how effortlessly flirty he was with you during your endeavors, his tongue—

Oh God.

You felt every last vein in your body run hot. Tingling spreading from between your thighs throughout your body. Fumbling as you tried to get your key in the lock, hunching over at the deep sensation taking over your body. Your breath hitched in your throat.

- click -

Fuck, finally.

You stormed into your apartment. Arms wrapped around your chest. Your clothes feeling extra tight. Sweat bubbled along your body. You fanned yourself with your hands. Rushing into your kitchen to open the freezer. Cool air persisting your sudden sweats. Nothing was cooling you off.

You stumbled down your hallway as your core throbbed, an unspeakable feeling seizing your figure. Grabbing the box fan from the closet. Hurrying into the living room and plugging it in. Slumping against your couch directly in front of the fan. Growing agitated at the feeling swirling deep inside you. Unsure how to calm it.

A loud knock at your door made you sit completely up.

Why didn't your spider-sense warn you?

Walking over to look through the peephole. A man with a beard wearing a black leather jacket stood before your door. Not someone you had recognized before. Something inside you begged for you to open the door.

"Hello?"

The man awkwardly smiled at you. A hint of sweat on his forehead. "Uh- Yeah, hi," his eyes darted around the stairwell.

"Can I help you?"

"I think you can actually," he sighed, seeming like there was something he wanted to say. You could see his tongue moving around in his mouth as if he was feeling out the words before saying them.

Suddenly, black ooze began morphing around his arm. Quickly taking the shape of Venom's head in front of you. "We need to come in now," Venom insisted. Your body instinctively moved out of the way allowing them inside.

"How did you find where I live?"

"Do you feel it too?"

You blushed. Completely overtaken by the smell of him. The musky cologne mixed with the sweat on his skin. How his plump lips begged you to plant yours against them. The way his dark eyes stared into yours.

When you suddenly realized. He was feeling the same way you had been all afternoon. The deep burning inside you. The way your body ached and craved another. One that you could not put a finger on until now. It was him.

"Yes," you breathlessly said. Following close behind him.

"I told you so," Venom hissed in the man's face. He held up a hand, pushing him away from his face. "I'm Eddie by the way," he smiled at you, "We've kinda knew each other through some costumes before now." You returned his smile. Feeling a connection to him beyond understanding. Almost like you had known him forever.

“So— uh… guess we need to talk about this? It had to be whatever that psycho sprayed us with earlier. I’m not exactly sure what the side effects are, but I’ve been feeling—“

“Aroused?” Venom blatantly asked, embarrassing his human half. Eddie reached out attempting to cover Venom’s mouth. Pink decorating his cheeks at the aliens lack of social skills. Both of you sharing in your color filled facing.

“Sorry about him—“

“No— No I think he’s right,” you walked over to Eddie and Venom. Locking eyes with Eddie. Both of your bodies instinctively meeting each other. His hands splaying around your lower back, your arms wrapping around his neck. A warmth rising between you. Spreading throughout your body from where his hands met your skin.

“Have you been feeling it too, Eddie?”

His tongue came out to wet his lip. Dark eyes examining your face, pupils blown in lust. A sigh of a “yes” falling from him as he leaned in to plant his lips on yours. Tenderly you kissed back and forth. Tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Soft groans sharing between kisses. Taste of your shared saliva filling your senses.

Eddie’s kisses turned hungry. One hand roaming up your body to tangle in your hair, deepening your connected mouths. He led you backwards, the back of your legs hitting the couch. Bending as you sat back, Eddie’s arms pinned on either side of your head. Your lips parting as you stared at each other. Black pupils stared into yours. Feeling yourself grow lost in his presence. Needing him all over you.

“You smell delicious,” Venom’s deep voice huffed into your ear from behind. Turning your head to meet his gaze. Not even noticing he had crept up behind you while his host hovered over you. A tentacle of ooze wrapping around your neck and pinning you back against the couch. Ripping the air out of your lungs with his strength. Eddie’s lips kissed along your jawline, “Tell us if you want to stop.” You nodded in acknowledgment.

Your eyes squinted shut as their touches stimulated you. Eddie trailed down your body, knees hitting your floor. Fingers traced the waist of your shorts, playing with the elastic. Deep blue eyes stared up at your arched neck. Pressure left your neck as Venom retreated. Taking a deep breath that had been escaping you. Leaning your gaze forward to meet his eyes.

"May I?" Eddie hooked his finger around your waistband.

"Please-"

Eddie pulled your shorts down your legs. The sensation of his hands barely touching your skin sending shivers through you. He admired the darkened fabric of your panties as your core leaked for him. A goofy grin coming across his face. His hot breath fanned at your clothed entry. He leaned forward planting an open mouth kiss against you. Your hips lunged forward at the sudden contact. His hands gripped your thighs firmly holding you in place. "I'll make you feel good," he promised breathlessly. Eyes fixated on the faint image of your pussy in front of him. The smell of your arousal sending him over the edge. Animal like urges taking over. A strong hand ripped your panties off in one swipe. Eddie's brows raised in shock. Looking up at you with an awkward smile, a faint "sorry" escaping him.

Dipping in, his tongue swiping up your entrance. Your breath growing shaky, head falling onto the back of the couch. Trying your best to let him take control. Dying to grind into his face and ride his tongue. One of your hands tangled in his hair, lacing your fingers through it. A grunt vibrated through you when you pulled his hair a little harder than intended. One of his fingers circled your entrance, coating it in your juices before sliding it inside. Curving it with each slow and long thrust. Eddie's name a loud moan from you.

It rang in their ears. Venom inside Eddie's mind telling him to keep going until he had you a squirming mess. Fueling the fire that burned inside Eddie. His hard-on throbbing and begging to be inside you. Whatever had taken over the two of you stinging his skin. Your taste on his tongue turning him on even more.

Your orgasm was approaching at a rapid pace. Your legs were shaking with the magic Eddie worked on you. You were panting, eyes squinted shut in pure ecstasy. You felt Eddie rocking back and forth differently than before. Looking down to see him humping into your couch while still going down on you. Hot breath hitting your core as he continued sucking on your sensitive nub. Your eyes met, holding together. Eddie's brows contorted slightly, wanting nothing more than to be inside you. You could feel the coil inside you about to unwind. One more curve of Eddie's finger had it washing over you. A loud moan escaping you as you gripped his head for support. Forcing yourself further onto his face.

"That's it," Eddie cooed.

You sighed, your body relaxing into the sofa. Your hole still gripping around his finger post orgasm. Slowly, he removed his finger from you. Huffing as he rested his head against your quivering thigh, a wide grin on his face. Admiring how your chest rose and fell with every harsh breath you took. He held his finger up in front of his face staring at how your orgasm coated his finger. Pushing it between his lips and cleaning it off. Lingering in the taste of you.

"Eddie..."

"Yes?"

"Please, I need you to fuck me," you begged. He sighed heavily. Rising to his feet in front of you. Dropping his jacket from his shoulders, then pulling his shirt off. Undoing his belt and dropping it into the floor. Scooping you up into his arms effortlessly. Strength clearly from his symbiotic partner. "I thought you'd never ask," Eddie smiled at you, kissing your lips. Taking you down the hall where he assumed your bedroom was. Pretending the monster in his mind was not leading him to the area strongest of your scent. That's how Venom had taken him here to begin with. When they both were overcome with a desire they could not relieve themselves. The symbiote begged Eddie to allow him to go to you. You were what they desired.

Eddie sat you onto your feet, hands grazing up your sides as his forehead rested against yours. Lips locking with yours. Tongue exploring your mouth. Hands groped your chest. Pinching at your sensitive nipples through the fabric. Hands finding their way under your shirt, dancing up your back to the clasp of your bra. Fingers effortlessly undoing it. Pulling your shirt and bra off in one clean motion. Lips attaching to the soft skin of your chest. Sucking purple marks into them as his fingers rolled your nipples.

"Your skin is so soft," he moaned into you.

You moaned, grinding your knee into his erection. Hands circling his waist, dipping into the band of his jeans. Playing with his boxer-briefs underneath. Undoing the button and zipper. Hand delving down and wrapping around his thinly clothed cock. Eddie's hips rutted at your touch. Smiling into your skin.

Suddenly you felt yourself get thrown back onto your bed. Nude body on complete display for them. Eddie's wide eyes stared at you. Venom had grown impatient. Deciding he could no longer wait to be inside you.

"I want her now, Eddie," Venom growled in his face.

Eddie dropped his jeans and boxers. Hard cock springing free. You felt your mouth watering at the sight. Spreading your legs, inviting them in. That burn inside you igniting again. He stepped in front of you on the edge of the bed. Hand gripping his erection, pumping it. His brows furrowed, "Not what I need." His head tilted to the side as he eyed your body.

His toned body leaned on top of yours. Muscles flexing as he held himself up, other hand guiding himself at your entrance. Circling your folds with the tip. "Fuck, Eddie," you moaned. Forcing yourself down on him just enough to take his head in. Eddie groaned at the feeling, "Ah- Y/N, goddammit."

Eddie planted a strong kiss against yours lips as he sheathed himself inside you. Rolling his hips, allowing you to adjust to him. An instant relief overtaking you both. Exactly what you needed.

You felt ooze touching every inch of your body. Venom wrapped himself around you, wanting to feel as close to you as Eddie was. Stimulating your sensitive body, pinching at your hardened nipples, wrapping around your wrists and interlocking with your fingers. Far more intimate than you thought he was capable of. "Pretty thing," his voice boomed inside your ears.

Eddie continued his thrusts inside you. Face contorted at the relief he felt. Your insides cooling the burn he had been feeling. Walls coaxing him further inside you, practically sucking him in. Needing him all over you. Loving the attention Venom was giving you. The symbiote finding his way down to your clit. Circling it.

Your back arched. Moaning loudly at the feeling. Overstimulation taking over your senses. Losing yourself as Eddie's cock hit the spongey spot inside you that had you seeing stars. Breath hitching in your throat as your eyes rolled back into your head. Your cunt contorted around his member as they got you closer to your edge.

"I could fuck you forever," Eddie groaned as he leaned down closer to you. Lips tangling together as your wrapped your arms and legs around him. Pulling your bodies flush together. Venom spreading across both your bodies. Connecting you more than you had ever been with anyone else. You began meeting Eddie's thrusts with your own. Needing him to fill you up.

"Want us to breed you?" Venom licked his lips, "Dirty girl..."

You and Eddie's eyes locked. Lust blown pupils staring into each other. Both your mouths hung open, sharing the same air. He cocked an eyebrow at you, asking the same question that Venom had.

"Cum inside me, Eddie," you moaned, breath escaping you as he thrusted harder into you.

Hips snapped into you. Harsh and sloppy thrusts. Venom continued circling your sensitivity in an attempt to get you both to finish at the same time.

"Come on, Eddie," Venom snarled, "Fill her cunt up."

Eddie's face rested in the crook of your neck as he searched for both your highs. Grunting with each snap of his hips. "Yo-You have the per-perfect pussy," Eddie praised you as he felt your walls begin to tighten around him.

You came undone around him. Walls spasming around his cock. Pushing him over his own edge. Eddie shot hot up inside you, coating your walls with his seed. Pushing himself as deep inside you as he could get. His body twitched with each rope he shot into you. Lips kissing your skin.

Eddie slumped his body onto yours unable to remove himself from your warmth. Savoring the feeling of you wrapped around him. Your hands rubbed his back, nails scratching at his skin. Hesitantly, Eddie rolled off of you. Pulling himself out. The mixture of juices inside you spilling out. Venom forcing it all back inside you.

You rested against his chest. The fire inside you finally subsiding. Both of your chests heaved with deep breaths. Bodies having been worked.

"You can stay here," you sighed.

"We would love that," Eddie kissed your head.

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[END]

// Thank you so much for reading! It feels so nice to return to the character who originally got me writing so much on this blog. I've missed these two so much. My inbox is always open for requests. If you want to be tagged in the future let me know! //

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[mx-pastelwriting]

New Memories

Eddie Brock x GN! Reader x Venom

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

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

Minors do not interact!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[val-made-a-mistake]

here's a little excerpt of something venom related that i'm working on! getting back to requests slowly, but surely!

word count: 720

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The café was packed, and Eddie hovered awkwardly by the counter, trying not to look like he was staring. You were a few tables away, laughing at something a friend - an annoyingly attractive friend - was saying, and you hadn’t noticed that he’d wandered in yet.

But he’d absolutely noticed you were there. Eddie clenched his jaw, feeling a pang of something he didn’t totally want to admit to. 

WHAT’S SO FUNNY? Venom’s voice rumbled inside his head, sharper than usual. It was clear that he was looking at the same thing as he was.

I DON’T LIKE HIM. HE IS…GETTING TOO CLOSE.

Eddie mumbled under his breath, half-pleading, “Would you stop it, man? She’s allowed to have friends.”

I DON’T WANT HER TO HAVE FRIENDS. I WANT HER TO HAVE US.

Venom’s words were downright possessive now, and Eddie got the sense that he was going to be forced to do something he would regret.

"Dude, you can't..."

WHY DON’T WE EAT HIM? the symbiote asked, much too quickly.

Eddie shot a horrified look around, hoping no one overheard him. Still not totally used to the whole ‘symbiote inside of him’ thing, after all. He was much too aware of himself now.

“We’re not eating her friends, okay? That’s…that’s psychotic,” he hissed, in the quietest voice he could muster. “C’mon.”

A stranger shot him a weird look, clearly confused at the man talking to himself in the middle of a crowded café, but Eddie ignored it.

HE’S LAUGHING TOO MUCH, Venom continued, like decapitation wasn’t a big deal to him. WE CAN MAKE HIM STOP. 

Despite himself, Eddie glanced back. The guy leaned in closer to you over the table, saying something that made you laugh again, and something inside Eddie snapped.

Before he could stop himself - or Venom - he was striding over, hands shoved in his pockets, trying for casual.

“Hey, uh... what’s going on here?” he blurted out, his voice stiffer than he would’ve liked. The guy opposite you stared at him.

Eddie cleared his throat, doing his best to not shoot a glare at the guy you were talking to, desperately trying to save the situation. He wasn’t totally sure if he was the one who had forced his feet forward, anyway.

“Uhh, n-nice to see you guys, I should say. Didn’t think I’d see you here.”

You looked up, a little surprised but smiling. “Oh, hey, Eddie! We were just talking about—”

WE DON’T CARE, Venom hissed in Eddie’s ear, and he flinched hard before he could stop himself. SHE’S COMING WITH US NOW.

Your friend gave him a strange look at the seemingly random flinch, and Eddie felt his face flush. Shit, shit, just get out of here.

“Uh, maybe we could...talk? Alone? If that’s... okay?” he stammered, shooting a mental would you please knock it off? at Venom. He hoped he’d understand, but he didn’t have high hopes.

You raised an eyebrow, trying to hide a smile, and at the sight of it, Eddie’s stomach did a backflip.

“Sure, Eddie,” you said, standing up. “Is everything alright?”

He nodded, running a hand through his hair as he guided you away from your friend, muttering under his breath to Venom.

“You just had to say that, didn’t you?”

SHE’S OURS, Venom replied smugly, and Eddie could practically feel the symbiote’s satisfaction.

"I'll just be a minute," you said to your friend, before you both disappeared into the bathroom hallway.

After a few steps, Eddie finally mustered the nerve to glance at you. “Sorry about... that. It’s just, uh...” He scratched his neck, feeling ridiculous. “I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.”

You laughed softly, reaching up to nudge his arm. “Is that so? You don’t have to be jealous, you know.”

He chuckled, flustered. “Yeah, well... tell that to him.”

Your eyes briefly flicked down, like you were able to see Venom through Eddie’s chest or something. “Oh, is the big guy in there?”

“Yep,” he said awkwardly, and it was impossible to not notice how your eyes had lit up. “Always with me, y’know.”

Then, overtaken by a sudden desire so powerfully he didn’t know if it was Venom forcing the words out of his mouth again, he said, “Do you want to get out of here?”

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

Another celebration ficlet request! The original ask for this one seems to have gotten deleted, and it was sent on anon, so I can't even tag the person who sent it in. 😫

I hope you still see this and enjoy, nonnie! 💖

Heaven's in the backseat

Rated: E

Words: 1,000

Tags: Mafia AU; Hitman Eddie Munson; Mob boss Dick Harrington; Mentions of Stommy; Knife play; Dubious consent; Obsessive behavior; Violent thoughts; Car sex; Eddie has anger management issues and Steve is a little slut

Notes: Previous part | Part 1

Eddie has just lit his first cigarette of the night when one of the waiters informs him that Mr. Harrington wants him outside. As he grinds the cigarette under his boot, he imagines doing the same thing to Dick’s stupid head. 

Working for a mob boss is so goddamn exhausting. 

A week where Eddie doesn't come close to kicking the proverbial bucket is a good week - especially now that Dick has been taking him along as a bodyguard more and more often. He’s not complaining about that, though. Occupational hazard. 

No, what’s really annoying is the damn black tie affairs. As if squeezing into a fucking suit wasn't enough, the social dynamics of the underworld are mind-numbingly complicated. All of the big mob families are either related or out to kill each other - more often than not both at the same time. It makes events such as this an interesting affair, to say the least. All night long, Eddie has been hovering at the edge of the room while the boss ate and drank and shook hands with other important farts. Always vigilant, always ready to pull his knife from its holster under his suit jacket. And now he can’t even step out for ten minutes to have a fucking smoke? 

The car is parked in the driveway when he arrives. Next to it are the boss himself and a swaying figure with disheveled chestnut hair wearing a rumpled suit. 

Eddie’s blood bubbles and his steps speed up.

“-fucking disgrace,” Harrington says just as he flies down the stairway leading to the car. “You’ll do anything for attention, won’t you?” 

Eddie doesn’t catch the slurred reply, but it must’ve been the wrong one, because Harrington slaps the boy across the face before wrestling him into the backseat. Eddie’s hand is already on the knife when the asshole turns. For a heartbeat, he revels in the temptation of lodging the blade right in the middle of that ugly face, but he reigns himself in. Too much security, too many witnesses. 

“My son is drunk,” Harrington says. “Drive him home.” 

Before Eddie has a chance to reply, he has stalked past him and back into the venue.

*

“What the hell took you so long?” 

Eddie casts a look into the rearview mirror to see the venue disappearing behind them and Steve straightening up in his seat. His voice is still slightly slurred, his eyes a bit unfocused - but he's nowhere near as drunk as he appeared seconds ago. Eddie's mouth tugs into a grin. 

“What, I don't get a thank you for driving you? Where are your manners, little nymph?” 

“Why should I thank you for doing your literal job?” Steve’s mirror image scoffs at him. His bottom lip is pink and a little puffy where his father slapped him. “And don't call me that.” 

“I'm a bodyguard, not a chauffeur,” Eddie says. “There's a difference, y’know?” 

“You're a dog,” Steve drawls. “You do whatever my dad tells you to.” 

Eddie’s hands tighten around the steering wheel. Steve’s mouth curls at the edges, but his eyes stay bored. 

“How about you?” Eddie asks, once he has blinked the crimson shadows from his vision. “What did you do to incur his wrath? Must’ve been pretty bad, if you feigned being so wasted he’d send you home like some misbehaving child.” 

“None of your business, is it?” Steve snaps. Then, after a second or two, the aloof facade slips back on and he shrugs. “He caught me in the bathroom with Hagan.” 

Something slithers low in Eddie’s gut, dangerous and deadly like a coil of venomous snakes. 

“What? That ugly, freckled fuckface? C’mon, you can do better than that.” 

Steve laughs, a sound like the edge of a knife - bright and pretty and sharp-edged. “Why do you care? You don’t own me. What is it to you if Tommy fucking Hagan shoves his cock up my-” 

He doesn’t get any further than that. Eddie pulls over to the side of the road and slams on the brakes. One fluid motion later, he has scaled the middle console and has Steve pinned on the backseat, wrists trapped over his head in a one-handed vice grip. 

“Oh, honey,” he murmurs, voice low and lethal. “But this is where you’re wrong, see? You are mine. And one of these days, I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it.” 

Those pretty eyes go wide as he slides the knife from its holster. The blade gleams, catching what little light there is in the dark car. With one flick of his wrist, he slices away the top button of Steve’s expensive shirt, revealing the long, graceful line of that neck. Steve exhales a shaky breath and his throat bops with it. 

“One of these days,” Eddie murmurs, trailing the tip of the blade over tan skin, leaving just the thinnest of red lines. “I’m gonna kill everyone who ever looked at you or touched you wrong and claim you as mine. Stuff you so full of my cock you forget about everyone else, until the only word you remember is my name. Carve my initials into that pretty skin of yours so nobody ever forgets who you belong to.” 

Steve looks up at him, eyes bright and hazy, and a little whimper falls from his perfect lips. He writhes deliciously in Eddie’s hold, and for a moment, Eddie thinks he’s scared, that he’s gonna plead for mercy. 

But then he slots his leg between Steve’s thighs to hold him in place and he feels it. He looks down at the boy in awed surprise and can’t help the grin that creeps over his face.

When Steve speaks, his voice is hoarse and breathy, but not from fear. 

“Do it, then,” he challenges, rolling his hips and grinding his hard cock against Eddie’s thigh. His lips strain to meet Eddie’s, breath warm and wet against his skin.  “Make me yours.” 

Eddie has never been so happy to obey in his life. 

Part 5

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[forever-rogue]

Hi!!! I was wondering if u could do a henderson!reader x steve harrington imagine where it’s enemies to lovers and also one bed? Where they use to be childhood bestfriends but then steve ditched her for the popular crowd and they took the kids on a vacation or something and had to share a bed? It’s angsty but also fluffy fluff fluff where they admit they’re in love with eachother!!

AN | Ooh, but this got real soft and made me feel things 🥺

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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“You’re joking,” you looked at your younger brother in desperation, wanting him to come out and say that he hadn’t mean it. But he just grinned that smug little grin you wanted to wipe off his exuberant little face, “you’re joking, right?”

“Nope.”

“Dustin!” you groaned in frustration as Steve rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “why…this doesn’t make any sense!”

“Sure it does,” he shrugged his shoulders, fully aware of what he was doing, “the rest of us are already all paired up in cabins and that just leaves the two of you. So…you’ll have to share this cabin.”

“Why can’t I share with Robin?” you flailed your arms and hit Steve in the chest, “or Nance?”

“They’re bunking together.”

“Surely they can take a third person-”

“They’re bunking together,” he repeated and you understood the implication. Damn them. You pinched your brow and shook your head.

“What about Eddie?” you offered, “why can’t I stay with Eddie?”

“I’m staying with Eddie-”

“Be a good brother and trade!”

“No can do,” he ducked out of your reach and tossed the cabin keys to Steve, “sorry! Be a good sister and make do! It’s only a week.”

“You’re the worst!” you called at his retreating back, “you’re adopted!”

“You’re the adopted one!” all you could hear was his laughter as he disappeared into the distance. You turned around and found Steve watching you intently.

“Don’t even start Harrington,” you grabbed the keys and unlocked the door before unceremoniously kicking the door open. As soon as you stepped inside of the old cabin, a sound of despair escaped your lips. No way. There was no way.

“Well,” Steve trudged in after you, tossing both of your bags onto the floor, “looks like there’s only one bed, princess.”

“Fuck me.”

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“I am not sharing a bed with you,” you vehemently shook your head as you took a step further from him. He rolled his eyes again before flopping onto the bed and letting out a long sigh of relief, “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“You don’t even have a sleeping bag.”

“I’ll use a blanket.”

"We could share the bed. We've done it before-"

"We were stupid kids. I'll take the floor."

“It’s hardwood and it’ll be cold.”

“I’ll deal with it!” you snapped at him and he sat up, “don’t act like you suddenly care.”

A flash of hurt crossed his features for a moment before he snapped back into reality, “fine - you take the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“No.”

“Don’t be so stubborn,” he got off the bed and closed the small distance between your bodies. You were ready to make a smark retort but he was too fast, “take the bed and I will take the floor. Now stop arguing, princess, and deal with it.”

“I hate you,” you sat on the bed cross-legged as you sighed in sheer exasperation.

“The feeling’s mutual,” his back was to you so you couldn’t see his face. You wondered what his expression was because there appeared to be no venom to his tone. 

This was going to be a long week.

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It turned out you were right…it was a very long couple of days. You were so busy trying to avoid Steve at all costs that it became less about having fun and camping with your friends and more about your little vendetta. And honestly? It was tiring. But you were too stubborn to admit you could have possibly been wrong. At least when it came to him.

And you thought you didn't have a heart anymore, but it turns out that it was still there. Even if just a little bit. 

It happened midway through the week, after a rainy day that had turned into a cold night. 

"Harrington," you didn't bother to turn on the light, knowing full well he was still awake. He didn't say anything, so you sighed lightly, "get up here."

"What?"

"Don't make this weird," you were already having second thoughts but it was too late now, "get in the bed…but stay on the other side. It's too cold and I don't want to hear you complaining about your sore back tomorrow."

"Are you-"

"Don't make me change my mind," you shuffled around when you heard him getting up and made it so your back was towards him, "just get in the bed and sleep."

He climbed into the bed on the opposite side, taking up just enough room to be acceptable but still leaving a divide. Your backs were to each other and you could hear his breathing slowly start to even out. Before either of you could fall asleep he spoke up again.

"I don't hate you, you know," his admission was so quiet you weren't even sure it was meant for you to hear. You swallowed thickly, trying to decide if you should respond, "I know you're awake."

"What do you want me to say?" You squeezed your eyes shut as you burrowed your face into the pillow, "that I don't hate you? That I forgive you? Because that would be a lie."

"Maybe if I knew why you suddenly decided to hate me, I could have apologized-"

"Don't act like you don't know!" You were blinking back tears fighting the urge to roll over and glare at him.

"I'm not acting," he sat up and ran a hand through his messy hair, only giving you a cursory little glance, "what did I do? Why have you hated me for the last five years?"

"Are you serious?” this time you did roll around and glared at him, huffing heavily. He gave a no duh kind of look and you narrowed your eyes at him, “we were best friends. You said we would always be best friends…forever. But then one day you just left me behind and never looked back. I couldn’t even manage to get you alone to talk or anything. You were always with your new popular friends.”

“Oh,” he mused thoughtfully, a deep frown tugging down the corners of his mouth, “that’s what…all this time?”

“Steve,” you sighed lightly but the fact that you actually used his first name for a change was not lost on him, “your friends were assholes. They were rude to me - everyone except their little clique. It seemed like as soon as you started hanging out with them no one else mattered. You didn’t even try and defend me when they picked on me.”

“They were rude to you?” every word from your mouth made his heart break a little more. If he could go back now, he’d do everything differently. He’d been so lost and alone during those years, it was just recently that he started feeling like himself again. 

“Yeah,” you swallowed thickly, “but that doesn’t matter now, does it? I guess it just…I thought we’d always be friends, like we’d always said. But it seemed so easy for you to just forget about me.”

“Because whenever you weren’t around your little friends were assholes to me,” you huffed in frustration, “at least when you were around they ignored me. That was better than the alternative.”

“I never forgot about you,” he whispered. But really, it was just too little too late, “I thought…you hated me. At first, I kept trying to get you to hang out with us, but you never even looked at me.”

A heavy silence fell over the two of you for a while, so thick you could have it easily cut through it with even the dullest of knives.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered softly, breaking the silence and causing you to startle.

“It doesn’t matter,” you closed your eyes and tried to make yourself comfortable again, hoping to be able to get some sleep, “what’s done is done. Let’s just get some sleep.”

From the tattered silence next to you, you could tell there was more that he wanted to say. You just weren’t sure if you wanted to listen. You wanted to keep hating him - it was easier than admitting that deep down you were still in love with him.

Yeah. That realization hurt.

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The next couple of days passed in relative peace, which came as a shocker to everyone. They all regarded the two of you cautiously, like they were worried that somehow they would cause everything to break. Meanwhile you and Steve decided to ignore it and pretend that nothing was wrong or different.  It was easier than finishing the conversation that lingered between you. 

It was the night before you were all set to leave that something changed again. You were packing up your things, more or less pretending that Steve didn’t exist when you heard him sit on the bed with a sigh. 

“Can we talk?” you turned around and looked at him in surprise. Your instinct was to argue with him, but instead you offered him a curt nod and sat down next to him. You could see him swallow thickly, “listen, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. Truly. For everything that’s happened and…and not sticking to our promise.”

“Okay,” you nodded, and while part of you wanted to continue to stay mad, but you were also tired of the fight, “thank you.”

“I never stopped…” his voice dropped off and you raised an eyebrow gently nudging his leg with yours so he would go on. It was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. But then he dropped the biggest shocker of all, “I never stopped loving you.”

“Oh,” you recoiled in surprise and he grimaced. Your heart was almost beating out of your chest in surprise, “oh. Well, I-I guess deep down I still love you too. We spent most of our lives together so…”

“Not like that,” he shook his head and angled his body towards yours, “not like that.”

“Like…oh.”

“Yeah,” his pretty face was flushed pink as you opened and closed your mouth a few times, unsure of exactly what you wanted to say, “I’m sorry…I probably shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean to make things worse, but also kind of just needed to get that out there..”

“Steve…” you closed your eyes, wondering how you could possibly convey what you were feeling with words. There were a lot of things going around all at once, “are you sorry for the feelings or telling me?”

“Telling you,” he almost choked on the words and you nodded in understanding, “I can finish packing and then see if I can crash with Eddie and Dustin.”

You reached for his hand and stopped him from walking away, gently shaking your head. He looked confused but you stood up and took a step closer to him, “don’t go.”

“Sweetheart-”

“I’m not going to pretend that this solves everything,” you whispered, “we still have a lot of fighting to do, and fighting with people you love is worth it, fighting for the right thing.”

“Oh,” this time it was his turn to be dumbfounded, “what do you-”

You took his face in your hands and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips, effectively silencing both of you. When you pulled back, the two of you exchanged small, shy smiles. 

“I never stopped either,” you promised, “just so you know.”

“Yeah?” his pretty face lit up and you couldn’t help but mirror the enthusiasm back to him. 

“Yeah,” you were positive you’d never been more sure, “but we’ll still talk about it right? I don’t want to just sweep everything under the rug.”

“We will,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “we’ll fight and figure it all out.”

“Perfect.”

[californiaboytoybilly]

Eddie Munson would like to think that years of hunting monsters had taught him to be incredibly aware of his surroundings.

Over those years, lots of things- both of the human and creepy-crawly variety- had tried to get the jump on him and they always either ended up unconscious, or dead.

However, he must have missed something this time.

Pointed fingertips dig into his throat as his back hit the wall hard, enough to feel the aftershock rattle through his bones. The breath was punched out of him in one smooth whoosh.

His eyes shot to his attacker as he tried to rapidly calculate how to get loose.

“Got you.” The man purred. For the briefest moment, he almost could have passed as human with his golden skin and blue eyes, impossibly big and gleaming in the dim alleyway.

Gleaming like a cat’s eyes.

Not human. Vampire. Fuck.

“I will rip your head from your fucking neck—“ Eddie snarled, kicking out with his loose leg. He might as well have kicked a bag of flour for all the good it did him.

“Oh, I’d really rather you didn’t. I’m pretty fond of his head, especially attached.” A second voice chimed in from the other side of the alleyway, earning a snort from the creature who had him trapped.

“You’d just miss my tongue, sweetheart.” He said without hesitating, lips curling into a grin. His sharp teeth glinted. Eddie felt his panic spike as the other figure started to come into focus. He tried to suck in a breath, the hand on his neck a little too tight.

After everything he’d survived— everything he’d done and learned— he was going to be some vampire couples fuckin’ Happy Meal while they flirted over his cooling corpse.

“Mm, maybe. Now come on, Bils. Stop playing with your food, I want to go home.” The other creature stepped free of the shadows at last, studying his nails like a bored trust fund baby.

No, not nails. Claws.

He was tall, athletic in build and covered in lean bands of muscle. A trail of thick, dark hair disappeared into cut off denim shorts, which in literally any situation where his life wasn’t at stake he might’ve been distracted by. His amber eyes were lazily trained on Eddie and the vampire ‘Bils’ and there was a dog collar- with tags- around his throat.

A werewolf? Eddie’s baffled eyes darted between the two. He’d never seen a vampire and a werewolf in the same space unless they were trying to rip each other into tiny, bloody shreds.

What the fuck?

At least he got to see something new as a send off. Very little surprised him in general anymore.

“But he’s feisty. That’s half the fun, Stevie.” The bloodsucker honest to god pouted as he looked back over his shoulder at his partner, who just sighed.

“I’ll do that thing you li-“ Wolfy started, raising an eyebrow.

“Done. Deal.” That only earned him a bark of laughter in response.

Eddie, who’d been slowly getting his arm closer to the sharp dagger hidden in the holster on his belt, suddenly had the vampire’s full attention back on him.

“It’s a waste though. He’s kind of pretty.” He said, venom-sweet breath washing over Eddie’s face as he leaned in. The other one crossed to where they stood. Eddie flinched as a warm hand skimmed over his shoulder and into his hair, claws leaving a tingling trail in their wake.

“He is…” Stevie agreed, starting to sound a little foggy. Eddie felt the tension drain from his body, against his will. As he felt the sharp scratch of fangs on his throat, he sent a quiet apology to Wayne. Those razor sharp teeth cut his skin like butter, making him yelp out in pain. As ripples of euphoria began to spread from his throat to the rest of his body, he heard one last thing come from the werewolves' mouth. "Maybe we can keep him, if you don't make a complete mess of him anyway." Eddie Munson- from hunter to prized show poodle, he thought sardonically as his brain started to swim. And that's when he lost the battle against unconsciousness.

[apomaro-mellow]

King and Prince 36

Part 35

“This all started about three hundred years ago…”

“Wait!”, Steve sat up suddenly. “You’re telling me like this?”

“Like what?”, Eddie asked, confused.

“You’re a storyteller”, Steve said simply.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head. “When you’re right, you’re right.” He took a deep breath and then disappeared under the covers. He melted into nothingness and Steve lost track of him as he moved through the shadows. 

“My life began before your kingdom, before many others”, Eddie’s voice echoed from somewhere in the room. “I was born in the darkest of places…”

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Osanna Munson had noticed the group the moment they came into town. They were dark and mysterious and people whispered about them right away. Cultists, men and women who bowed to the darkness, not the light. Osanna wasn’t quite sure what to make of them. But the bright and charismatic young man who traveled with them couldn’t be a true believer, could he?

Their courtship began so naturally, that Osanna almost forgot about the nasty things people said about him and his group. But she’d still taken care to hide it from her brother Wayne. He worried too much.

But when her belly started to show, it was impossible to hide it any longer. Her parents weren’t completely thrilled that this had all occurred under their noses, but Wayne claimed to have known for a while.

“You’re not the quietest when it comes to sneaking around”, he had said. “Neither is your beau.” Wayne was steadfast and loyal, especially to his younger sister. 

Compared to him, Alwin was a scoundrel, a cad, but even he had to adhere to the rules of society. And so they were married, a precious bundle on the way. All the while, Alwin told her about the lord and master he served, Vecna. If you believed Alwin, there was pain and suffering in the world and all Vecna wanted to do was end it. Osanna wasn’t sure if she had faith in their god. But like many, faith comes when suffering does.

She grew ill, a sickness no one had ever seen before. She feared not for herself but for her unborn child. Alwin beseeched his elders and they gave him hope through a prophecy. That this child could be the one to aid Lord Vecna in his coming, that this child may one day be his general. The leader had a dark substance. It may have been venom, or an elixir, or blood from a beast unknown. But Alwin brought it home as a tonic to cure his beloved. Osanna’s strength returned, but with it came a desire for the cold and a craving of raw flesh.

When I was born, she was relieved for me but scared of what it meant for the world.

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“I bet she was pretty”, Steve said in the dark.

“What?”

“I bet she’s where you get your good looks from.”

“And how do you know I didn’t take after my father, hm?”

“You’ve already described him as a scoundrel. I don’t think you hold him in any high regard.”

“True. Now may I get back to my upbringing?”

“Continue”, Steve said. 

That was when he heard the pitter-patter of little feet across the floor. A child. An energetic one. Then he could hear that child climbing up the walls.

“I was…unusual, to say the least…”

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Osanna knew her baby was born different. While as a newborn, he appeared typical, as the months went on, he changed in appearance. Into something a mother never wanted to see her child as. She cursed both Alwin and the Cult of Vecna and ran away with Wayne, baby and all. 

As he grew, the child learned to hide what made him different, at least outside of the home. And for a while things were peaceful. But Alwin never stopped looking for them and the years of bliss ended when they were found. Alwin implored Osanna to see his way, Vecna’s way. And when words didn’t change her mind, he used force.

Their child made their first kill when he was ten. It was just a deer, the same as the hunting trips the other boys went on. But his weapons were the claws and teeth he had hidden away for so long. Ripping into flesh felt exhilarating. And his mother even looked proud when he brought the carcass home. And if she was proud that meant she was happy, which meant father was happy, and that meant no fighting.

But with his first kill came the nightmares.

A place colder than winter, darker than the blackest night, only illuminated by firey lightning. Beasts with rows of teeth. And a man who beckoned to have his bidding be done. He told his parents and his father brought the boy to the elders, who were oh so pleased. This meant Vecna was finally working through the child, that his coming was imminent. And so the teachings officially began.

To make sure he was prepared for Vecna’s ascension unto this world, the boy had to be indoctrinated, trained. The whole world would be brought under their lord’s banner and he needed to be up to the task. He was a weapon. And a weapon is useless if it cannot kill.

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Steve felt Eddie slip back under the covers. His shape was definite. He didn’t move to show himself though. Steve reached out to pat his head.

“I killed my first person when I was sixteen. He was a heretic, someone who had spoken out against Vecna and denounced him. I was to be his executor. He was decrying Vecna until his last breath. I did it but I-” Eddie made a choked sound. “Everyone praised me for it. But my mother didn’t say a word. I cried into her skirts like a child. I didn’t-I couldn’t be what they wanted me to be.”

Steve started to stroke his head through the covers. “What did you do?”

“I ran. But I came back after a couple of days. I was a freak of nature with nowhere to go. And the nightmares always found me. In them, I saw the world that Vecna wanted, razed and desolate. I didn’t want to help him create that world but…for all my strength, I was powerless against my father and the elders.”

Eddie melted into the darkness again and Steve lost track of him. Then one by one, candles began to light the room.

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It started with one village. The cult came, preached the word of Vecna and offered others to join. If the people refused, they were shown Vecna’s might. I would only kill the leader, a final warning to them. If the people still refused, then the people of the cult killed them. I would watch my father revel in the violence. Sometimes it seemed to be when he was at his happiest.

The cult grew and one day, the blood was enough. The ground cracked open and filled the world with nightmares. Demobeasts of all kind, four legged, two legged, winged, big and small. All teeth and no eyes. 

And then there was him.

Like a man turned inside out so that their blood and innards were on the outside. Every movement looked like agony and yet each step was purposeful. The demobeasts ripped apart everyone they saw, cult member or not. But he…Vecna, he did things much worse. I could see it when he approached his victims. He made them see the worst parts of themselves, forced them to give up on life, any and all hope, before disfiguring them.

And again, I felt powerless.

I had brought this into the world. I was the usher of destruction. 

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The candles all went out and silence filled the room. Steve looked around frantically.

“Eddie?”

“He killed my mother.” Eddie’s voice sounded broken. “And I could see what she saw before her light went out.” 

“Eddie”, Steve stood up from the bed and started feeling through the dark.

Eddie’s voice broke more, like he was holding back tears. “She thought she had failed me. She had wanted to run from my father so many times. Even before they married, she had doubts.” She blamed herself for everything! She had so many regrets! She never wanted a monster for a son!” There was a growl behind his voice, almost a roar.

Steve reached out, his hands disappearing into a pitch black shadow. His heart stopped for a moment when he felt a muzzle, warm and snarling. He reached further and flinched a little when he felt the teeth of an open maw, but he didn’t pull back. Even when Eddie growled, Steve wouldn’t turn and run.

“She wanted a better life for you. Because she loved you. But you’re no monster.”

Eddie snarled again and this time Steve could see glowing red eyes in the dark. Eddie had murdered, both with his own hands and in association with others. Innocent lives, children even. Steve’s heart went out to them, even if it had been centuries. Eddie had probably gone that entire time with those lives on his conscience. No, not probably, he had been if he was telling it all to Steve now. But that wasn’t who Eddie was now.

And to prove it, Steve put his head in his mouth.

Eddie whined but Steve didn’t move.

“You’re not a monster.  And I know because of how you care for me. You could have kept me in that dungeon cell forever. You could have thrown me to the streets when my parents disowned me. You could have let me go along with Jason. And right now, you could snap your jaws shut and end me forever, but you won’t.”

Eddie released another while and Steve chuckled as he pulled his head out. He kissed the snout and then felt Eddie change right under his touch. He sniffled and Steve found his human nose to kiss.

“My love”, Eddie’s voice warbled. “My stars, my guiding light, prince of my heart.”

Steve pulled gently, leading Eddie from the darkness into the moonlight. “Do you want to finish the story?”, he asked.

Eddie nodded.

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Osanna’s death was the last straw. At that moment, I was completely unleashed. And all of that rage was pointed at Vecna. I couldn’t remember my name, or my form, just my wrath. I probably killed more than Vecna. The blood and viscera covered me so completely. 

After that, I wandered, aimless, until Wayne found me. No matter how much I lashed out, he found me and dragged me back home. He took all the broken pieces and put them back together. Wayne was good at taking in strays. He gave me a home, and then later a purpose.

“Those animals of yours are still running amok. Someone’s gotta corral them.”

Now that Vecna was gone, the demobeasts had no master to follow. They were now my responsibility. I took control of them, made them all stay to one land. Some saw it as a declaration of war, others as a show of weakness. In any case, my fighting and Wayne taking in strays. We built walls to keep our new family safe and more people flocked to that safety. Wayne was able to see me coronated as king before he passed. 

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“And then years went on. And now, we’re here.”

“Now we’re here. But I think you’re skipping a few things”, Steve said.

“Hm?”, Eddie hummed as he wrapped his arms around Steve.

“You can tell me about your past paramours. I promise I won’t get jealous.”

Eddie shook his head. “There was no one.”

“No one?”

“You are my one and only flame, the one who makes my heart soar, prince of my heart.”

Steve kissed his lips softly and then rubbed their cheeks together. “King of my heart.”

Eddie’s arms tightened around Steve and Steve held him back. Eddie felt both grounded and lighter than air. It had been a very, very long time since he had told anyone the full story. Everything about where he had come from and what he’d done. He hadn’t thought about it for some time. Part of him could feel the cold seeping back in, the darkness that scared him as a child.

“It’s late. Let’s go to bed”, Steve said, washing those fears away.

They slipped into bed, with only the light of the moon, but with plenty of warmth between them to give only the sweetest of dreams.

Part 37 coming soon

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My Venom/Malevolent Crossover Ramblings

there’s like 15 of you guys who liked that post so i figured i would share my idea! also shout out to @bat-luun and @french-toast-enjoyer for letting me ramble about this in ur dms while I was trying to solidify the idea :D

It revolves around how similar Arthur and Eddie’s careers are. Arthur was a private investigator and now gets sent around investigating various cults and Eddie is an investigative journalist. so if I could get them to the same time, it would be pretty easy to have them meet.

So my idea is that Kayne uses his time fuckery magic to send Arthur and John to San Fran in the the 21st Century to find some random mcguffin he wants. Arthur starts investigating this cult, which from the other cults in Malevolent tend to be like the higher ups of society.

Eddie would be investigating the cult for completely different reasons. maybe there’s like money laundering, maybe people have disappeared and it seems to be tied to this group idk. One day while on the job he runs into Arthur, and they decide to be partners while working on this case.

Cue a bunch of shenanigans where they are both trying to act completely normal and like they aren’t sharing a body with another entity. They both keep noticing how weird the other one is acting but never speak up about it lest they be discovered for also doing weird things. Both John and Venom are suspicious of the other person, but neither of them want to make the first move.

Eventually, Eddie and Arthur are caught by the cultists. They’re surrounded. Eddie gives up on protecting their identity and transforms into Venom to save their lives. Afterwards Eddie tries to explain what happened to Arthur, expecting him to be freaked out and terrified, but Arthur is just like “Wait. You’re like me?” and tells Eddie about John.

Arthur also gets his moment to use his powers, just not in combat because let’s be honest John and Arthur aren’t very formidable in like any combat scenario. Their lead turns up dead. Eddie’s frantic, trying to figure out what happened and how to continue their investigation. Arthur touches the person, learning how they died and helping them continue to unravel what happened and who did it.

While this is all going on, both Eddie + Venom and John + Arthur learn things about each other and their relationships through the other. Is this fic idea also an excuse for me to write John and Arthur learning how to fucking communicate for once because they see Venom and Eddie acting as a team? Yes, yes it is.

Eddie gives Arthur advice on bodysharing and successfully navigating a romantic relationship like that, completely unaware that they’re not officially dating each other. Insert a Rosa Diaz “you two just need to bone” moment.

Eddie and Arthur get coffee together after the cult bullshit is said and done. John and Arthur are getting along a lot better. When Eddie tries to ask if they took his advice, Arthur blushes furiously and tells him that this is not an appropriate conversation to be having. Eddie smiles smugly for the rest of their time together.

Also Kayne dies because I hate him (sorry to all the Kayne lovers out there I understand why u like him he just pisses me off). It would be incredibly funny if it was treated as unseriously as Cletus’ death in Venom Let There Be Carnage where Venom just says “fuck this guy” and bites his head off.

tagging the people who said they wanted to hear my ramblings: @izzythedemigod @larsons-shattered-eyeballs @izel-reblogs :D

[yanderemommabean]

How about venom? Darling just came home after a hard month of studying hard (finals in her last year of college) and needs a destressor, so she calls her Eddie and venom who offer to give her a massage and praise for working so hard the last month of her schooling?

"Just like that-" you moan into the bedding, feeling Eddies fingers work out your tense muscles as he sits on your back and makes you feel like jello. Finals kicked your ass completely, but in the end you passed and that's all that mattered when you opened the message. You called Eddie about it, and now you're happily celebrating at his place as he gets you relaxed and like mush in your brain. Your sighs seem to have awakened something in the two massaging your very atoms, as Venoms slender tendrils could be felt sliding up and down your hips and dipping into the hem of your pants, teasing the top of your pelvis as Eddie rocks back and fourth a bit. "Can't wait any longer" his deep voice growls, making your breath leave in a gasp as Eddie leans to whisper in your ear, allowing the creature to slither into your pants and slide them down just enough to allow them to slip into your underwear. "W-wait! Guys, seriously-" You start to protest, shuddering out a wet moan when fingers come to pinch your nipples, rubbing them as Eddie kisses up your neck and shushes you gently. "Can't wait, sweetheart. Me and Venom are just so hungry for you"

Oh god, that shouldn't make you tremble. That sounded so deep, feral, deadly even. Those lips felt like fire as they possessively kissed your skin, teeth nipping and sinking into you as Venom became impatient and shucked the rest of your pants and underwear off. "Perfect meal" the beast growls, sounding almost prideful as its large tongue comes to lick up the back of your thighs, drenching them in his drool as the tip teased your hole, a squeal of shock leaving your lips. Your brain can hardly focus, tentacles holding your thighs still as Eddie continues to tease your nipples, leaving deep bites up your neck as your shirt becomes ripped and tugged off. Seems impatience runs in both of them. Your breath becomes more intense, venoms tongue slowly entering you and undulating at an eager, truly hungry pace, his tentacles coming into play as they both laugh in what can only be called triumph. "Don't be so rude now, it's a gift for doing so well. You wouldn't want to hurt our feelings now would you?" Eddie asks in a fevered voice, watching as Venoms tongue disappears inside of you. "God, you're taking him so good baby. I bet you sound so good when you cum, bet you whimpers sound like a fuckin symphony" he grunts, stroking himself as you only prove his point, moans and wrecked pleas leaving your throat as that wide, slick tongue flicks and plunges inside of your walls, feeling them spasm as they take the assault venom was desperate to give you.  Slurping, growling, forcing your hips up to rock back on the beasts face as he indulges himself. You tasted so divine. The way your walls squeezed and tugged on his tongue as he ate you out was all the proof he needed to keep going, taking you apart like you deserved. Working so hard, becoming needlessly stressed, you earned this treat and then some. Eddie was definitely enjoying the show, having turned you on your back to sit in his lap so he can toy with your chest, your body writhing as the two erase any remaining stress you had about the finals you had taken. Venom suckles and growls against your pelvis as his tongue fucks into you obscenely, drool landing and forming a rather wet patch on the bed as it covers your ass, only making you feel all the more dirty and turned on. This isn't what you had in mind, but fuck, you don't want it to stop. You press up into that sweet mouth while crying out their names, lips quivering as your back arches and goes taut, hips going still as Venom continues to feast.

You sob out a breath, trying to suck in any air you could as your orgasm wrecks your body completely. You can't think, cant breathe, you can only feel that monstrous tongue and listen to Eddie's filthy praise as your body is given no chance to recover, forced into overstimulation as you melt into the bed, having no energy to fight what these two so eagerly wanted to give you.

"There we go, just like that. Doing so good for us. You can take more can't you? You handled those tests like a champ, I'm sure you cumming a few more times isn't at all an issue".

-Mommabean ((I hope you enjoyed! ))

[cosmolog]

Suprise!

(The Moon Boys X Female Venom!Reader)

What happens when your little Symbiote companion meets your boyfriend?

You're Eddie's sister in this and you're also dating Moonknight. Enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of smut but it's not that bad.

Chess was an easy game to play, if you knew how to play it. Y/n had been going head to head with Steven, but both sides kept cheating.

Either Marc and Jake would help Steven pick his next move or Venom, who was surprisingly good at chess would control Y/n's body and pick her move for her without even letting her think about it.

"Okay, stop cheating" Y/n laughed at Steven, who kept glancing over at the mirror every few minutes, most likely to look at Marc and Jake for help.

Steven quickly turned away from the mirror. "I'm not... they're just..um arguing and it's making me lose my train of thought" He lied.

Y/n gave him a look as he glanced at the mirror again, trying to not make it obvious. Meanwhile Marc and Jake gave Steven an offended look.

"We only have disagreements when it comes to who gets to kick your ass first" Jake narrowed his eyes.

"We're just trying to help. You asked us to" Marc said, annoyed.

Steven looked at Y/n, who was smirking while looking down at the chess board. He saw a subtle hint of her nodding at something, her grin spreading wider.

"Tell him if he loses he has to buy us chocolate" Venom said.

"Let's make this more interesting..." Y/n started, gaining all the men's attention. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes when she spoke. "You win, I buy you whatever you want. I win, you have to buy me my chocolates. How does that sound, Steven?"

"Sounds like a deal. Though, I'll let you know now that you're not gonna win" Steven chuckled. "You have no queen" He said smugly.

"Well maybe I don't need a queen..." Y/n moved her knight, taking out Steven's queen while also putting him in check.

"Checkmate. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide" Y/n laughed at his shocked face.

Steven looked at the mirror pointedly. "You said that move would win the game!"

"Well I didn't know her move existed!" Marc argued back.

Y/n continued to laugh. "I flippin' won! Woohoo! Loser!" She jokingly pointed at Steven, then at the mirror. "Double Losers! I get chocolate now, yes!"

"Yes! I love chocolate!" Venom celebrated with her.

"We did it!" Y/n smiled.

"Wait a second...'we'?" Steven shot out of his chair.

"Have you been cheating too?" He asked.

Y/n paused, realising her mistake. She still hadn't told the boys about the little alien living inside her. In all honesty, she was scared of how they would react. She was hoping to keep it a secret but Venom was sick of hiding.

"Suprise!" He yelled, his head bobbing out of Y/n's shoulder. Y/n's eyes went wide, not knowing he was now out in the open.

Steven proceeded to scream. "Ahhh! Y/n! There's a bloody second head attached to you! What the hell!?"

Next thing he knew, he was on the other side of the mirror and Jake had taken over.

His dark suit had formed over his clothes, leaving only his head uncovered. "What is that thing?" He asked defensively. Y/n had turned her other shoulder to face Jake, as a way of shielding Venom from him.

"Thing!? I am not a thing! I am a being! I have feelings!" Venom growled and moved to her other shoulder to get closer to Jake but Y/n quickly backed up so that Venom wouldn't bite Jake's head off.

"He didn't mean it. He's just confused" Y/n defended Jake's poor choice of words. "Jake, put the suit away. He won't hurt you" She said calmly.

Jake glanced at her then back at Venom.

"Take off the outfit" Venom sneered.

Jake glared at him before the suit slowly disappeared and Jake was left in his normal clothes that Steven had picked out for the day.

"So when did this happen?" Jake asked Y/n, now choosing to ignore the creature on her shoulder.

Y/n glanced at Venom then at the chess pieces. "A few years ago. I broke into a lab with my brother in order to take down this shitty company who were illegally testing on vulnerable people. They brought Aliens called 'Symbiotes' back to Earth. They need hosts to survive and humans are the highest being on the food chain so who better to live in than the person who's trying to escape the same burning building as you. Venom attached to me and luckily I was a perfect match for a host, otherwise, he probably would've stayed inside my body until I died"

"Sounds like this whole thing was forced onto you" Jake muttered.

"You're just jealous that I was inside her way before you" Venom grinned.

"Oi!" Y/n interjected, looking at Venom who was sniggering.

Jake rolled his eyes. "At least what she did with me was consensual. She didn't exactly have a choice with you"

"That's because without her I would have died. It was a life or death scenario. I need Y/n to live. I don't need you though. But...since Y/n clearly does, judging by all the weird little pictures floating around in her head, I owe her, so you and your other two buddies over there can stay"

"You can see them?" Y/n asked, not knowing if he could or not.

"Of course I can see them. They're in plain sight" Venom answered, looking directly over at Steven and Marc.

The two men were a little creeped out, Steven taking a slight step back as he counted how many teeth Venom had, wondering how many people he had killed or worse, how many he had eaten...

"Yes, be scared" Venom laughed at Steven who's scared face turned into a look of annoyance.

"Can you go back to being unknown, please?" Steven said.

That shut Venom up. If he could make an offended face, he would.

Y/n patted Venom's cheek reassuringly. "Jeez, I look after way too many boys, don't I?" She chuckled. "Marc, Steven, Jake, Venom, Khonshu. Who's bloody next?" She rhetorically asked.

"No one" All of them answered, making her pause and sense the large amount of jealousy in the room.

"I mean...Please don't get another one" Steven added.

Y/n laughed. "Venom and Khonshu aren't dating me. And with you three, basically it's just one...body?" She didn't know how to word it.

"Let's all just stop talking about this" Marc said before looking at Jake. "We're good"

Jake nodded before Marc took control. Marc stood there for a second in silence before moving past Y/n towards the door. "I'll get you those chocolates"

"Wait a second, Marc" Y/n followed him and resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Ugh, I don't want to see this..." Venom went back inside while Y/n smiled at Marc.

"I'm sorry you all had to find out this way...I should've told you sooner" Y/n apologised.

Marc looked over at the mirror before giving Y/n a kiss on her cheek. "It's alright. At least now we're even, in some way. You got a parasite and I got two men living inside my head"

"Excuse me!? Parasite!?" Venom came back out and glared at Marc who glared back.

While Y/n shook her head at him, silently telling him to not go there, Marc added. "Yes...Parasite"

Venom knew he couldn't do any harm to the man but in that moment, if it had been anyone else, he would have ripped them apart. But since it was Y/n's boyfriend, he couldn't go near him.

"Just go and get the chocolate, you lunatic" Venom growled before going back inside.

Marc smirked at Y/n who rolled her eyes. "Is this the new kind of bickering I'm gonna have to put up with?" She asked, a smile on her face.

"You guessed it" Marc chuckled before saying goodbye and going out to get chocolate.

"How much do you want to bet he's only getting one bar of chocolate for the two of us?" Venom asked.

"That won't be a problem because you're not getting any" Y/n replied.

"WHAT?" Venom yelled in shock.

"You heard me" She said.

"WHYY??" He whined like a child.

"They weren't supposed to find out like that. I had a whole scene set up in my head and now that's in the bin because you just randomly decide to burst out and scare the boys!" Y/n said, mad at the Symbiote.

"Well, it's not my fault you took so long thinking up that scene instead of just doing it!" Venom argued back.

Y/n sighed. Venom was gonna be the death of her. "Fine...you get three squares and that's it" She decided.

"Three is enough. I want it for dessert when we go out and eat people because you don't want to fill me up with chocolate. That's fine with me, I've been craving human flesh for a while now. And your liver is starting to look delicious" Venom tried to scare her into giving him more chocolates.

She rolled her eyes. "Eat my liver and you'll be living in a glass jar for the rest of your alien life" She shot back.

Venom paused and gave her a look of defeat. "I just want more chocolates. Pleassseee" Venom went back to whining.

"Fine, four squares and that's it! We're having steak tonight anyway" Y/n said, shutting up the alien.

"Ooh, I like steak. Steak sounds delicious. It's like your liver...but better" Venom drooled.

Y/n smiled. "I knew you'd like it. I told Marc to get an extra one so we'll be full tonight. No need to go out eating criminals"

"Can we go for a run though? I feel so full of energy" Venom suggested.

"Yes, we can. Let me get changed and then we'll go" She said, heading for the bedroom area in Marc's apartment.

Well...that first meeting could've gone a lot worse... Y/n was just glad they got through it with everyone still breathing.

[chaotic-laila]

Masterlist OF FANDOMS

"With every bruise, she became his, and with every kiss, he lost his soul."

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MY WORKS -

A world without You - Peter Parker x female reader

Summary: When Peter Parker wakes up in a world where Y/N never existed, he thinks he's been given the gift of freedom—no one to put in danger. But as the emptiness of her absence consumes him, Peter begins to question the cost of his choice. How far will he go to bring Y/N back, and who—or what—was behind her disappearance in the first place? Can Peter undo the deal he made, or is he trapped in a world where love never existed?

Midnight Encounters

You thought a midnight snack might cure your insomnia. Instead, you find a masked stranger injured and raiding your pantry. One odd kiss and a few strange confessions later, you’re left questioning what just happened—and if he’ll show up in your kitchen again.

Beneath the bet - A love unspoken

Sirius Black, the notorious heartthrob of Hogwarts, takes on a bet to win over Y/N, a sassy, nerdy Gryffindor who’s never fallen for his charms. What starts as a game quickly turns real when Sirius finds himself falling for her. But just as Y/N begins to trust him, a whispered secret about the bet shatters everything. Now, with her heart broken and Sirius desperate to make things right, the truth comes out… but is it already too late?

Is that all you get?

Saying "is that all you got?" In the middle of sex for dazai, akutagawa and chuuya? And them showing you what they really got.

Shadows of Regret

A reckless decision to stay by Eddie’s side in the face of danger leaves you critically injured, forcing Eddie into a desperate struggle to save you. As he battles his own guilt and the dark, dangerous forces at play, the bond between you, him, and Venom is tested in ways neither of you expected. With his heart torn between fear and love, Eddie must face the ultimate choice—can he keep you alive and protect the fragile connection you share? The clock is ticking, and your fate hangs in the balance… but will you both survive the aftermath, or will the shadows of regret be too much to overcome?

Masterlist { Of Yandere Smuts }

[book-place]

Broken Glass

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Eddie Brock x reader platonic, Venom x reader platonic

Request: Hi! Requesting a fluff/comfort fic with eddie Brock/venom (if you write for them) with a reader who has an emotional attachment to a small milk pouring porcelain/China dish thats smaller than their palm and when he knocks into their arm they break it and he comforts them? I broke something like this today and had a total meltdown so I really want comfort to this exact scenario if possible! /nf. Preferably fem reader or nb with soft features, if not that's completely fine! Love your writing, A.S

Request by: @angelic-simp

*not my gif*

Summary: Chaos always ensues when Eddie and Venom are around

A/N: I wanted to make this better but I really hope you enjoy anyway!!

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You hummed an unknown tune softly, taking a towel and gently rubbing it against the delicate surface of the porcelain to rid it of the water droplets that sat upon it from you just washing it.

The small milk pouring porcelain was arguably the most precious thing you owned. It was your first ever purchase when you were young and saw it in a store window. You had saved every penny you earned from household chores so that you could buy the beautiful dish, and it had been with you ever since because of how well you had taken care of it.

The tune continued to play across your lips as you moved about the kitchen in a slow sway to the self-made music, completely unaware of the disaster heading your way.

Eddie and Venom were fighting. Again. It seemed to be a never ending cycle with the two of them. One would say something particularly awful and then would have to apologize eventually after a lot of fighting.

There were also the smaller fights though- such as the one they were currently stuck in- where there was just a back and forth of endless, but petty, bickering over nothing.

“I do not want pizza tonight!” Venom's deep voice boomed, to which Eddie glared at the head.

“What the hell does it matter?” He hissed back, throwing his arms out to the side, “You just stuff the food into your mouth without even tasting it, anyway!”

The aliens' eyes narrowed, “That doesn’t mean I’m in the mood for it.”

A scoff escaped from Eddie’s lips as he turned on his heels and made his way to the kitchen, both of them completely unaware of the other presence in the room.

With a grunt of displeasure, Venom conjured up a hand and used it to push Eddie in the back and send him stumbling. Right. Into. You.

Your shriek was the first thing they heard, followed by the crash and shatter of your dish, causing both of them to freeze.

You dropped to your knees, frantically picking up the broken pieces as if it could save what had been broken in the fall.

“No, no, no,” Your words came out muffled and in between tears that had begun to slip out of your eyes and cascade down your face.

“Oh shit,” The horrored words left Venoms mouth only a second before he disappeared, apparently deciding that Eddie could be the one to deal with the situation.

“Oh shit,” Eddie echoed, quickly falling to the ground beside you, trying to pick up some of the thousand pieces, “Shit, shit, shit.” He turned to face you with wide eyes, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

You didn’t even have the strength to answer as another sob racked through your body and you cradled a couple parts of your beloved porcelain to your chest before standing up and rushing off.

Venom's head slowly appeared once you were out of sight, and Eddie turned a harsh glare to him, “Look what you did to her.” He hissed dangerously, and this time, the alien didn’t even have a comeback.

-•-

A couple hours later, you had finally run out of tears, so you sat on the couch, staring at the blank television screen with puffy eyes and a red face.

You had done so well keeping it intact for so long, only to have it ruined by two of the people you cared about most in the world.

Deep down, you knew that they hadn’t meant to do it, but you couldn’t help the slight resentment you felt for the two of them for what they did.

Even at the sound of shuffling feet across the floor, you didn’t look away from the screen, knowing exactly who it was.

“Hey,” Eddie called hesitantly, earning a scowl in return from you, “Look, I’m- we both- are really sorry.” His voice was slightly begging, “We know how much it meant to you, but Venom has something for you.”

That drew your attention, so you slowly turned your head to where Venom had taken Eddie’s place, kicking his large feet back and forth in front of the couch and he pulled something out from behind his back, holding it ever so delicately in his monstrous hands.

A small gasp escaped from your lips and you flew from your seat, peering down at the object he held.

There, very badly glued back together, was your milk pouring china dish.

Though it wasn’t just like it was before, it was still something, and you couldn’t help the wave of appreciation that overcame you in that moment.

Without a thought, you threw your arms around Venoms neck and pulled him into a hug, sniffling slightly and not even noticing the way he stumbled a little to make sure the dish didn’t go crashing against the ground once more.

“Thank you,” You whispered for both him and Eddie to hear, knowing that neither of them could have done it without the other.

And though you were still angry, there was a sense of happiness inside of you that you couldn’t ignore, knowing that they had cared enough to even try to put it back together.

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[rose-riot-johnson]

(Nsfw 94 tas Spidervenom) it’s just Eddie and Peter coming to terms about their “unfriendly violent” situation and ends up with them having an intercourses (btw Peter never had an experience with a man but has the thoughts about it,Eddie has it thanks to symby) and basically Peter “disappeared” for a whole weekend

I definitely will see what I can write with this request you sent me😁👍I definitely got occupied, so once I stopped getting occupied with what was going on during the weekend, I did complete the other request (which was unexpected) and I'm working on this request right now😁👍It may take me a while to complete this😅 I will see how it turns out😃👍

🕷️☣️Let's Set Aside Our Differences For Atleast This Weekend☣️🕷️((Peter Parker (aka Spiderman) x Eddie Brock (aka, Venom)(Both Adults))

Genres: Enemies To Lovers and Smut (Warning +18⚠️: Language, Anal Intercourse (Anal Penitration), Oral (both recieving), and anal fingering)

One Friday night, while Peter Parker (Spiderman) was patrolling the city to see if there's any crime going on, he ended up having to battle Eddie Brock (Venom) (who started the fight against Peter, due to the symbiont inside Eddie obviously) and the battle very unfriendly, violent, and definitely brutal. Unfortunately, when Peter thought he had the upper hand, Eddie somehow knocked him out. While it may seem like it was on purpose, on Eddie's part, it was never his intention to knock Peter out the way he did.

Throughout the years of his rivalry with Peter, it has always appeared that he despised Peter, however truth be told, Eddie always had a crush on Peter, which is why Eddie was always antagonisting Peter. As for Peter, he did have feelings for Eddie, however he repressed those feelings he had for him, because of every horrible thing he has done to Peter and the fact he is a hero and Eddie who is Venom is his enemy at the very least. Venom then said, "C'mon Eddie! We got what we came for! Take your boyfriend Peter to your place and have fun with him!". Eddie was shocked about to hear those words come out of Venom's mouth, as he replied, "He's not my boyfriend! I thought we just got over this! You fucking around with me like this, is probably the only issue with having the symbiont, I guess... So, can you please shut up about Peter already, for God sake, Venom!". "Yeah, yeah... That's what they all say, Eddie... Don't deny that you have your sexual urges to the point you want to do things with Peter... Tie Peter up and take him home for this weekend... It's the right thing to do, Eddie...".

Eddie used a rope to tie Peter's wrists together. Before Eddie finished tying Peter's ankles together, Peter was no longer unconscious. Peter's heart was racing as he was starting to fear, if Eddie was finally going to end Peter's life. He just doesn't know Eddie's true intentions for tying Peter's ankles together and his wrists together.

Once Eddie notices Peter came back to his consciousness he said, "Oh... You're finally awake, Peter... I decided I'm going to bring you to my place for the weekend...". Peter spat, "What the hell for?! Haven't been trying to kill me this whole fucken, time?! We're sworn enemies, damn it! I can't be spending any time at your fucken, place!". While Eddie tried to keep his cool, he replied, "If a villain can visit a hero's home or a vigilante's home just to frighten them if memories or some fucken shit, I can certainly damn well take you to my fucken place, so we can be intimate together, honey...". Peter angrily replied back, "Fuck off! Don't call me honey, fuck head?! I'm not falling for your tricks, you bastard! Have you forgotten we're sworn enemies?!".

Eddie started to get fed up with Peter, as Eddie yelled, "Can you fucken, set aside our fucken differences for atleast one fucken weekend?! I may appear damn well hateful towards you, however the fucken, truth is that I've been in fucken, in love with you for a damn long time! And don't you dare fucken lie and say that you never had any fucken feelings for me, because I have known for a long time that you damn well are in love with me, too! And I don't give a fuck, if you fucken like it or not, Peter! You're spending this whole fucken weekend with me and we're gonna make out after we get inside of my home!", before picking up Peter, as Eddie carries Peter on his shoulders. On the way home the both of them have been really cursing at eachother (More Peter cursing at Eddie). After Eddie carried Peter inside his place, Eddie took Peter to his room and tossed him on his bed, as he said, "Since I took you to my place, we will have some fucken intimate time together!", ripping Peter's Spiderman suit off of Peter, before Eddie started to notice Peter's hard dick.

The next thing Eddie did was teasingly touched his balls, then slightly played with Peter's cock, as Eddie teased, "So, this is what you're hiding from me... Don't worry, Peter... I'm going to take good care of you...", before Eddie immediately started to suck on his cock, as he had Peter's cock in his throat right after he started to suck on his cock, as he notices that Peter's getting his enjoyment out of Eddie overstimulating him, as Peter moaned, "Fuck, Eddie... It's too much... Why must you torture me this way...". Eddie stopped sucking on his cock, took his cock out, as he then replied, "Too much, huh... I guess I will feed you my cock then...", as he started to shove his cock inside Peter's throat. While Eddie continue to keep shoving his dick down Peter's throat, Venom then said to Eddie, "That's it, Eddie! Don't resist your urges! Just take your urges out on Peter! Good boy!", as the symbiont inside Eddie is also taking over him.

Once Eddie finishes shoving his cock down Peter's throat, Eddie and Peter locked lips together. After they both finished kissing eachother, Eddie then said, "I can tell you're inexperienced with sex, so let me teach you, Peter...", before he turns Peter over, to see that his hole looks tight. Eddie then prepped Peter up, as Eddie drooled on his own fingers before he used the fingers he drooled on, to play with the outside of his asshole, then fingered the inside of his hole, as well.

Once Eddie finishes prepping Peter, Eddie inserts his cock inside Peter's hole and started thrusting himself inside Peter's hole. A few minutes went by, as Peter's moans came out of his mouth as he enjoyed his first time, while Eddie also has been groaning due to his enjoyment out of fucking Peter.

After Eddie emptied himself inside Peter, he took his cock out of Peter's hole, as he letted him lay down and rest, while Eddie unties Peter. After he finishes untying Peter, Eddie then cooed, "Did you enjoy our time this weekend so far, Peter?", as he pets Peter's head. Peter then replied, "Ofcourse I did, Eddie... You were right about me, about what you said and this whole situation... Seriously... I'm glad you tied me up and took me to your place for this weekend... If you didn't tie me up and take me over to your place for any intimate time, who knows when we would have a beginning of our relationship together...". "I'm glad I did too, Peter... And I hope we will have more adventures in the bedroom like this...", Eddie replied back before kissing Peter on his forehead, as Eddie then began to snuggle with Peter for probably the rest of their weekend together.

🕷️☣️The End☣️🕷️

Okay my Tumblr Peeps, I hope you enjoyed this "spidervenom" fanfic☣️🕷️😃👍As for you @zoeloveconvers99 I hope you enjoyed it and the fanfic went well😁👍I really tried being creative with the fanfic and I do promise the enemies to lovers genre is a last minute thing I worked on for this fanfic😅

[anisecandy]

So, eh... The economy, am I right?

Summary: Peter isn't sure how to ask his partners to move in with him.

Rating: G

Words count: 3k

Genre: Domestic Fluff

Parings: Peter Parker/Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote

Author's note: Mindless domestic bliss. Enjoy.

(link to the work on ao3)

Peter wakes up to the feeling of warmth, relaxation and horrid stickiness of drying sweat on his back and sides. Which is weird, since he clearly remembers washing himself before going to sleep. Then he hears a content purr, realizes the presence of muscular arms hugging his waist and the mystery solves itself on its own.

“Eddie…” he mumbles, channeling into it all the frustration he can muster this early in the day. “For the- thousandth time, either shower after jogging, or stay away from the bed once you’re back.”

He gets no reply, so he turns to face the menace currently ignoring his hygienic needs for the sake of prolonging morning cuddles. Eddie just grins at him and Peter hates how much he wants to kiss those absurdly blue eyes and this awful, awful arrogant smile.

Instead, he pushes Eddie off the mattress and hears him hit the floor with an offended groan.

“How typical of you, to restore to violence,” the blonde grumbles, as he climbs back up and Peter gets out of the sheets.

“How typical of you, to smell rancid,” he says, because it’s 7 am and expecting him to come up with witty and intellectually stimulating ripostes just wouldn’t be fair.

When he disappears in the bathroom, the pans are already clanging in the kitchen, no doubt picked about by the Symbiote reaching straight from the bedroom to start the preparations for the breakfast. He hopes Eddie will make some eggs benedicts. After some initial cooking disasters, he’s been getting pretty amazing at achieving what was essentially perfection in the form of neat little egg-pillows filled with runny goodness. His stomach grumbles just at the very thought of them.

But once Peter finishes freshening himself up, the whole flat smells of cinnamon and vanilla. Or at least, that’s how it feels for his enhanced senses. By the table he’s greeted with the sight of a platte tightly stuffed with french toasts and a little bowl of raspberries.

“Did we have those…?” he questions, crossing the room to put the coffee pot on and a cup of water into the microwave, for Eddie’s tea. He’s been meaning to buy an electric kettle for a month now, but it just keeps on slipping his mind.

Reaching for the time can with the tea, he pauses to dwell for a moment on that "we" he used without thinking. Eddie and the Symbiote don't live here. They don't have a shared pantry or grocery lists.

"We've bought them after visiting the gym," they reply casually, setting the plates for both of them.

Right. In theory they don't, in practice they do. They might not even have a toothbrush here, but nowadays the only times when they don't wake up in Peter's bed, are the ones when he wakes up in theirs. Peter doesn't remember when was the last time he had to make breakfast for himself. A month ago? Two? Eddie is way better at cooking, so most of the time he is redelegated to dishes duties. It is obvious, it is the routine and as such, trying to do anything about it feels awkward and out of place.

Because what is the point of asking them to move in, if they basically already sneaked their way into the status of the residents?

Peter finishes making the beverages and sits down after handing Eddie his tea - black and strong, with three sugars. In exchange he gets a peck on the cheek and a rumbling "thank you". They've been together for too long for this to make his heart skip, but it's still so nice. While they eat, the Symbiote comes out for a bit, to tie itself around Peter's hand and that's nice too, just as is occasionally rubbing and poking his legs against Eddie's, until he huffs and glares at him, but completely melts when seeing Peter's smile. It's nice, it's all so nice and the more he thinks about it, the less he knows what to do with himself.

The breakfast goes on quietly, since Peter is caught up in his thoughts, Eddie in his newspaper and the Symbiote doesn't speak unless it's an absolute necessity. The silence stretches like a cat, lazily and comfortably. It's only when Peter collects the dishes and pours soap on the sponge that it's broken.

"You didn't mention you were fighting Tumbler yesterday," Eddie calls out to him over the paper.

"It's not a big deal."

"You know we worry."

Peter sighs, scrubbing the pan out of the oil. It was just a small squabble, given that the criminal was still sore since their last encounter and as such completely slipped his mind.

"Jealous, because I'm kicking other villains' butts now...? Come on Eddie, it's time to move on."

"We just wish you'd inform us when the A and B-listers are involved," Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Oh please, Tumbler is barely an F-lister," he scoffed.

"Yes, but Hobgoblin isn’t and he might come knocking when he hears you've put one of his goons into jail again. We'd just like to know in advance when we might lose an afternoon to playing a damsel in distress."

Strangely enough, that did happen once. But they both agreed that Kraven was always a somewhat kooky fellow and Eddie basically agreed to being the bait out of the sheer appreciation of the hilarity this particular scheme of his jump-started.

"Just say you want to chip me with a tracker," Peter quips, drying the cutlery.

"We might have brought that up to dr Steven once or twice," Eddie says with a sparkle in his eyes and as always Peter isn't sure if he's joking or not. On one hand, it does sound like a joke. On the other, with his track record regarding stalking, Peter wouldn't put it past him.

They have no plan for the day and spend the rest of the morning in the living room. Despite how cramped and shabby it feels when Peter's on his own, it's nothing but cozy once he stretches himself all over their lap, in the position that is the most comfortable (to him) and annoying (to Eddie). That results in Eddie first crooking an eyebrow at him and then using his legs as a mini table for his, that is - Peter's - laptop. He snatches it whenever he has some article to finish but doesn't want to go home yet, and Peter stopped being bothered by it long ago. Plus, the cutouts of the gossip papers and Daily Bugle libeling Spider-man he sets as his wallpaper every time he does so are usually too funny to get mad over. Since Peter for the most part doesn't even need a computer when he's marking his students' tests, which he decides to do at the moment, each of them can focus on their own work. (Although what the Symbiote claims to be “researching human culture” is in fact just watching reruns of some twenty years old sitcoms on the TV.) Eddie puts on some slow song by Sinatra and Peter drifts off, carried by the soft tune.

He checks his students' answers on auto-pilot, which he luckily can afford to do this time since a larger portion of the test were closed-ended questions. His thoughts wander from topic to topic. Still, they keep on circling back to the matter of their, well, living situation.

It has been on his mind for a while now, although he wouldn't be able to tell for how long while. A month? A few? Long enough that he had time to change his decision on what he should do at least fifty times. He doesn't know if Eddie and his Other would want to move in with him. What he does know though, is that he would have to hurry up and ask them before they would have the chance to do so, because if they asked him to move in he knows he would say yes. And he can't afford to do that, because their tiny flat is somehow even worse than his. Which he isn't sure if they are aware of or not.

The problem is that he has no idea how to go about this, the “asking” part, that is. He feels like it should be something special. After all, it would mean, sort of, solidifying their relationship, right? Taking it to... A new level? If they took the initiative, he is certain that they would make it special. With a big dinner date or- a- stargazing picnic or something. They are good with this kind of romantic gestures. Peter on the other hand, isn't. Romantic gestures done by him mean saving his significant others from the grabs of murderous lunatics or proposing after three months of dating. Most murderous lunatics steer clear of Venom. And they have been together for a few years already. Plus, for once in his life Peter isn't sure if he's ready to propose? Sure, usually he would pop the question before he would see leaves change with his partner twice, but this is a special case-

He flinches slightly, roused from his meditations by a gentle pat on his knee.

"Sheesh, are this year's sophomores really this bad?" Eddie asks, confusing him.

"What?"

"You're making a face as if you were dealt a class of intellectually stunted troglodytes."

Peter blinks, before finally understanding what Eddie was getting at and shakes his head.

"Naah, it's just-" he pauses, but since the muse of romance and emotional intelligence doesn't decide to strike him with inspiration in the next five to ten seconds, in the end he just shrugs. "...Eh, you know what... Yeah, they're awful. Just thinking about it keeps me awake at night."

The sigh he ends this speech with must have made it sound somewhat credible, because Eddie gives him a sympathetic look. Unsurprisingly, perhaps, given that it has been the only part he hasn't had to act. He really feels tired and somewhat at loss.

"Maybe you're just bad with kids," Eddie prompts, but it's hardly a serious tease with how he follows it by pecking his forehead.

That makes him feel a bit bad about lying, especially since the Symbiote reaches to tie itself around his shoulders in an encouraging manner, and he internally apologizes to the students whose good names he's been slandering.

"Maybe I am..." He sighs again and the tendrils near his face blend together to form a little tongue that leaves a wet streak along his cheek.

Eddie puts the laptop on the table and instead pulls Peter in their lap.

"I doubt it, honey," he says, softly now and while it's such a mundane thing to be in their embrace, Peter's heart nearly folds in half. "Give yourself some credits. Look, this one for example... They have, what? A 'B+'? That's pretty good-"

Before he can finish, Peter pushes himself upward and captures their lips, still tasting of cinnamon and butter. It's sweet, in both the figurative and literal sense and he finds himself getting lost in how simple it is, at last, how good and how natural it is. He feels them sigh into his lips and then smile against them. They kiss, and Peter’s thoughts smooth out, resting like hounds calming down by the fire. They kiss, and he’s certain everything will work out in the end, because after all they’ve been through they deserve this kind of mundane, everyday hopes. The little faith of buying a kettle to share between two. The little miracle in the form of another hand to hold through the breakfast. They kiss, and they kiss, and they kiss, until he falls on the couch, pulling Eddie on top of himself.

But once his fingers brush on the edge of Eddie's shirt with the intention of slipping under it, the material flows away and clings to the skin. He has no time to react to this, as the very next second he feels a massive bubble of goo swell between them, separating their torsos. It sprouts a bunch of tentacles that promptly drag Eddie away and seat him on the opposite side of the couch. Peter watches this in bafflement, before exploding into laughter. Eddie easily joins him, causing one of the tentacles to turn into a tiny dismayed face, glaring daggers at them.

"No, no, I know love, I'm sorry we interrupted your show," Eddie chuckles, petting the huffing head. "Please don't mind us."

"Seriously? I'm losing to the reruns of Friends too?" Peter tries to appear offended, but his lips stretch into a smile, indifferent to his efforts. Big Bang Theory I could kinda get, but Friends? Really?"

The Symbiote seems to want to sink back into Eddie, but before it has the chance to do so, he puts an arm around its biomass, stroking it affectionately. It settles in his embrace and its big hollow eyes narrow into thin crescents. Soon, Peter absentmindedly joins him as well, playing with the tendrils, lazily sweeping the air like grass in the breeze.

"What can we say? It likes the relationship drama," Eddie shrugs, leaning against him and resting a cheek on the top of his head. "Plus it's the one series you can't complain about on the grounds of realism."

Humming thoughtfully Peter squints up at the other man.

"Wait, is this why we don't watch medical dramas together anymore?"

The Symbiote swipes a tongue at him, which feels meaningful enough that he decides to interpret it as "yes". He blows a raspberry in the response.

"I don't complain that much."

"Sure you don't."

Despite having previously prepared a detailed lecture on the gross misrepresentation of the usage of defibrillators, Peter rolls his eyes. Still, as he picks up the rest of the tests he has yet to mark, he can’t stop himself from making one more remark, glancing at the screen.

“...The fact they have such big square footage with this kind of income is unrealistic though.”

While the way Eddie dramatically throws his arms into the air is something he expected, the exasperation with which the Other collapses over their laps is a bit upsetting. He crosses his arms.

“What? There’s no way they are paying their rent on time. Or like, at all.” He crooks a brow and eyes the show doubtfully. “Thirty years ago to own an apartment this big you’d have to be like- I don’t know, a family of surgeons? And now? For any of those guys to be able to pay due, they’d have to be splitting it between seven, heck, ten people?”

Eddie ostentatiously shakes his head.

“Ah, those scientific mind types… Am I right, darling?” Then, he ruffles Peter’s hair into a bird nest.

“Hey!”

Peter’s shout is nothing but encouragement for more noogies.

“Relax, A. J. Ayer, not everything has to operate on the perfect rules of logic,” Eddie says, finally letting him go.

“I’m just saying that the real estate market is a nightmare,” Peter mumbles, hugging himself into a tight pillar of indignation.

Apparently though his body language isn’t explicit enough, because when Eddie settles back on the couch, he still puts an arm over his shoulders.

“It’s a sitcom, Pete,” he reminds him, reaching for his laptop. “Although we’re not gonna lie and say you’re wrong if we’re talking about objective reality. How anybody’s supposed to keep a roof over their head in this economy is a mystery beyond the scoop of our understanding.”

“Tell me about it,” Peter says, scrunching his nose. “Two thirds of my salary for this dump. And the landlord hasn’t done anything about the faulty boiler in years. I mean, imagine.”

The mood goes sour for a moment and he feels the Symbiote crawling up to form a blanket over their torsos. He sighs and buries the lower part of his face into it.

“Not the best time for the single income households, we’ve got to say,” Eddie agrees distractedly, already returning to his article.

Those words make Peter stiffen. He clenches his fingers before stretching them and wringing them around. While he does so, his mind returns to the topic he's been worrying for the better portion of the morning. What he says next is almost automatic, really. After all, he was never a „thinking before speaking” kind of guy.

“Yeah, right now it's much better to have a roommate... or two.”

He only registers what he's saying when Eddie shoots him a quick glance.

“...Yeah, we suppose so,” they reply, sounding hundred percent casual and Peter catches himself freezing because of the implications.

This would be a bad moment, and a bad way of putting his idea forward. He doesn't even have flowers to go along with the proposal and he didn't even wash his teeth yet, since he sat down to work as soon as they finished eating. So he knows he should just tiptoe around and away from this for now and bring the matter of living together once he'll prepare some sort of romantic date. But let's be fair... Impulse control isn't his strongest suit.

„You know... I was thinking, if we'd move the book stands together and push the table to the left, I think a weight-set would fit over there, no?”

The Symbiote enveloping his body grows hard and stiff for a second and Eddie’s fingers stop above the keyboard. Then, he turns to face him, eyes a bit narrowed, searching. Another second. Two. Their lips tug up, revealing just the tips of fangs.

“Sure,” they say.

And that’s it. By the end of the week the weight set does find its way into the corner of (not-anymore-just)Peter’s studio apartment. After one week more Eddie, the Symbiote and their scarce belongings are fully moved in. There’s no proper fancy dinner to celebrate that because that’s not really something they can’t afford. Instead, they eat takeout Chinese on the top of Central Park Tower. And the city panorama, prettier than any view a restaurant could provide? It’s nice. It’s nothing special. Peter has seen it over a million times already, soaring through the New York City night. It’s mundane, the same way sunsets and sunrises are mundane. Mundane, like the smell of ozone after the storm or a rainbow accompanying it. Like the taste of still warm bread and the first lick of ice cream in the summer.

When Peter falls asleep tonight, in the bed which was his and is now theirs, nothing really changes. It’s mundane and it’s nice.

And he wouldn’t change it for anything else in the world.

(By the way, I've never watched Friends or Bing Bang Theory. Just in case you want to say Symby/Peter would hate it etc. This gal is Polish and knows like 3 American sitcoms. If you have better suggestions - please share.)

[endless-oc-creations]

Mimi's Mobile Marvel Oc Masterlist

Updated: 1/02/24

Name: Alexei ‘Junior’ Shostakov

Title: Burned Bridges

Faceclaim: Karl Urban

Love interest: TBD {To Be Determined}

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Summary: More to be added.

Name: Alpheus

Title:  In the Stars

Faceclaim:  Jason Momoa

Love interest: Kingo

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Name: Amora Harley

Title: A White Witch & A Spider

Faceclaim:  Jennifer Morrison

Love interest: Natasha Romanoff

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Summary: Since Amora was born her mother warned her about others using her powers for their own gain, too bad it was her own father being one of them. Her mother suddenly disappeared and Amora was forced to grow up in a lab run by her father to experiment and use her powers until one day a secret agent broke into the lab, destroying their lab and offering Amora a place in S.H.I.E.L.D alongside her. Amora agreed and joined S.H.I.E.L.D, using her powers to help save people and protect the one who saved her, Natasha Romanoff.

Name: Alice Brye

Title: Living Dead Girl

Faceclaim:  Kate Beckinsale

Love interest: Eric Brooks

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Name: Bentley Brock

Title: ATLAS

Faceclaim:  Dylan O'Brien

Love interest: Peter Parker {Andrew Spider-Verse}

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Summary: When Bentley was a little boy, his mother was the light of his life, like any little boy would be towards their loving mother, but he never knew his dad. His mom said that was because they broke up before she found out she was pregnant with him. Bentley always wondered about him, what he was like, was he nice? etc. His mom always told him all the good things about him, stories about him and his motorcycle, his humor, his kindness, every wonderful thing about the man, and Bentley's mother told him about it. But at the age of five Bentley's life came crashing down. One day he found his mom in her bed dead, she had died from a sudden heart attack in her sleep. Bentley was taken by a social worker who then brought him to the only person he had left, his dad, Eddie Brock. He didn't know what to do or feel at first, and his dad didn't seem to know either, but Bentley ended up getting extremely close to his dad and loved him dearly. When he was 15 another sudden event changed his life or well someone caused it, Carlton Drake. His dad was fired, his girlfriend Ann, a mother figure to him, left him after being fired from her job because of it and they had to move. Ann offered Bentley to stay with her but he declined, he wouldn't leave his dad. Yes, his dad was irresponsible and didn't go about things the right way, but he was confident enough to know that his dad had a reason to, Carlton Drake was a real bad guy. So he would try to gather enough evidence or research in secret to try and help his dad out because he wanted to see him smile again and live his life. But his research seemed to make him more confused and concerned about what was going on, aliens from outer space? Human experiments? And before he could even get further research his dad seemed to have one of the aliens...inside him? Its name was Venom and it would change both father and son's life forever.

Name: Alexandra Rhodes

Title: All the Stars

Faceclaim:  Jasmin Savoy Brown

Love interest: To be Determined

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Summary: More to be added.

Name: Celine Jayden

Title: Fun Sized

Faceclaim:  Kristen Bell

Love interest: Scott Lang

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Name: Frankie Rose Parker

Title: My Little Spider

Faceclaim: Winona Ryder

Love interest: May Parker

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Name: Helen Ivy

Title: Ready,Aim, Love

Faceclaim: Camren Bicondova

Love interest: Kate Bishop

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Name: Isabella Hayes

Title: Ignited Series

Faceclaim:  Arden Cho

Love interest: Sam Wilson & Bucky Barnes

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Summary: Isabella was a total farm girl who grew up in a small town with her family. She was happy with her parents, little sister even her fiancé until one day a gang rolled into town and started destroying it when they wouldn't reply and during the chaos, Isabella was knocked out. When she came to she was greeted by the sight of her beloved town in ruins and flames...bodies littered around it. So she rushed off towards her family's farm praying that they were okay but it was not what she hoped. Her mother, father, sister, and even her beloved were slaughtered like everyone else in her town. Lost in grief and despair she never noticed a stranger who appeared behind her...offering her a chance to get revenge for all of her loved ones, at a price of course. So without anything to lose Isabella said yes without thinking of the consequences and becoming a Ghost Rider...

Name: Robyn Hammer

Series Title: The Merc and The Knight

Faceclaim:  Blake Lively

Love interest: Wade Wilson and Vanessa Carlysle

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Summary: Robyn had a pretty normal life, working alongside her brother Weasel at Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Children as a bartender. A place where mercenaries accept and cash in on private jobs, this life was normal for her at least. One day she meets a certain mercenary named Wade Wilson who changed her life completely. At first, their relationship had been BFWB, Best Friends With Benefits, but then Wade met Vanessa. Eventually, Robyn had become a part of their relationship as well and she was happy, then Wade was diagnosed with cancer, turning their lives upside down. Robyn did her best to support both of her lovers, but one day Wade disappeared without a trace. After Robyn found out about the sketchy character that talked to Wade the night before and knowing Wade would be doing something stupid out of desperation, Robyn was determined to find him by doing anything necessary. Ultimately becoming the anti-hero Black Knight.

Name: Kevin Quill

Title: Cosmic Twins Series {1st part posted}

Faceclaim:  Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Love interest: Adam Warlock(Possibly) 

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Summary: When Kevin was just a baby he was taken from his home in an orphanage on the planet Terra. He was taken by a group of aliens going to sell him on the black market on the planet Knowhere, but he was spotted by a teenage Peter Quill who saved him just in time. He was taken in by Peter, who already gave him a name, Kevin Maverick, which in turn Yondu said if Quill didn’t want them to get rid of him it was his responsibility. So Kevin became a part of Yondu’s Ravagers and Quill’s younger brother. It was a crazy life growing up for Kevin, who doesn’t even know that his name was based on the actor Kevin Bacon from the movie Footloose or the Tom Cruise film Top Gun, it was even harder trying to make sure his older brother didn’t die doing stupid shit, but he loved being by his brother's side and the family he had grew in size when the Guardians of The Galaxy formed.

Name: Kvasir

Title: Timeless Series

Faceclaim: Kit Harington

Love interest: Loki Laufeyson & Mobius M. Mobius

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Summary: Kvasir learned at an early age that he was to be brought up as a warrior, the protector of the sons of King Odin. So, his father sent him away to be trained and live in the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf. He was a quiet boy that kept to himself and focused on his training despite missing his mother, who had unfortunately passed away a year before he was sent away. He would train under the rough commanders, which were way rougher than they should have been with him, but there was one person who was patient with him and helped him learn things smoother and that was Heimdall. When Kvasir had any free time he would be reading, keeping to himself. However, one day there was someone that had gotten Kvasir to open up more, and that someone was the one who he was sworn to protect Loki. He taught him fun, to play games, and even showed him his magic. So, the two became incredibly close, making Kvasir loyal to Loki and Loki alone. So, Kvasir grew up being by his side through anything...and it was true because when Loki took Odin's thrown after Thor's banishment, become his left-handed man. Even after that, Kvasir would still follow Loki to whatever depths of mischief he wrought against anyone.

Name: Laura Lewis

Title: Ascending Thunder

Faceclaim:  Zooey Deschanel

Love interest: Thor Odinson

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Name: Jude Stark

Title: My Father’s Legacy Series

Faceclaim:  Logan Lerman

Love interest: To Be Determined{TBD}

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Summary: In 2002 Tony Stark received a call from the hospital about a newborn baby boy being abandoned by his mother and she had put his name down as the father. Tony knew the woman as one of his drunken flings but wanted to make absolutely sure he was the father so he took a DNA test. The test came back to confirm that Tony Stark was indeed the father of the baby boy, throwing him into the unexpected world of a single dad. Tony ends up naming the baby boy Jude Edwin Stark. Growing up, Jude is a shy, but sweet caring boy who cares a lot for his dad, despite the fact that his dad is busy working. He also grew up with little spotlight as possible since his dad didn’t want all that pressure put on him like he did growing up and wanted him to at least have a little bit of a normal life. This ended when Jude was only 6 years old because of his dad being held hostage in Afghanistan and coming back a different person, becoming a superhero known as Iron Man.

Name: Victor Strange

Title: Something in the Way Series

Faceclaim:  Mark Mckenna

Love interest: Peter Parker

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Summary: Victor had a weird twist in life, his mother left him and his dad when he was only three years old and never looked back. His father was a highly talented neurosurgeon that could barely give him the time of day, Victor also had weird vivid dreams about things happening that hadn’t happened yet. He wanted to go to his dad for help but Victor didn’t really know how to express his feelings towards his dad without being brushed away. But then his dad’s accident happen...it threw Victor’s life further into a loop, seeing the man that had always stood so strong was now feeling so worthless and lost. The only one that really helped Victor during this time was his dad’s ex Christine Palmer, who had been like a mother to him since he was younger. But then his dad pushed her away for good, leaving Victor alone with a dad he could barely even talk to without being yelled at to go away then one day he woke up and his dad was gone. He left just like his mom did, but gave him away to Christine. Victor refused to be abandoned again so made it his mission to track down his father's movements and eventually found him in Nepal. Where apparently his dad was learning to become a Master of the Mystic Arts to heal himself...oh and found out his dreams were an ability to see into the future...which should be great for him since he’s seen his father's death more than once.

Name: Vivian Iris

Title: I’ll be your Hero

Faceclaim:  Alicia Vikander

Love interest: Marc Spector/Steven Grant & Layla El-Faouly

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[alakeeffectgirl]

22, 26, 54, 60, 69, 77 (anything mcqruise you’ve written) for the ask game <3

22. Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc) I like to think I'll try anything once, especially since I have written a lot of fanfic over the years (a lot of my old, previous pseudonym stuff isn't on AO3), but I don't see myself writing first person POV again, and I wouldn't write non-con, or all hurt with absolutely no comfort. Real life is already unkind enough, and I want the fanfic I write to be an escape from that, for both myself and my readers.

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride? Hmm. I have been stuck on this question for several days because I don't know what it's really asking. If it's actual wild ride re: plot, I don't write much that has an actual crazy plotline, soooo none of them. If it's the thing where I'm just whispering "oh god I'm getting sued for this" under my breath the whole time I'm writing it, then definitely a) the first Matt/Ben thing I ever wrote - now lost to disappearing domains and the shutdown of mailing lists - and b) the first cruisequarries.

54. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process? That "aaaah I must write this" rush whenever I get a new idea. Which sometimes lasts through writing the whole thing, and sometimes only lasts through jotting down a couple notes.

60. Have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? What was that like? Yes! It's been lovely. I have also done a lot of exchanges over the years and have a few times been assigned to write for authors I enjoy - which is both terrifying and thrilling, because so far it's always been a request I really want to write, while being very "omg I really hope they like it" at the same time.

69. What work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing? Well, most of the super embarrassing stuff either isn't online anymore, or you have to know where to look for it. 😂 Nowadays, if I was embarrassed by it, I wouldn't post it. Also I'm not embarrassed by much, when it comes to fic - after all, I wrote a story where Eddie Brock puts Venom through a pasta roller. I have been writing fanfic a long time, and while there's a part of me that cringes a little when confronted by decades-old past works (such as when AO3 imports an old archive), I try to remember that I wouldn't be the writer I am now without those stories.

77. Do you have a favorite scene you’ve written from [any of the cqs stories as @opera-gown asked above]? Ooooh, I think my favorite scene from any of the cruisequarries fics is honestly the Chris and Heather sharing the ice cream scene in the book of love has music in it.