#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]

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PROMISE

Chapter Three • Chapter Two Here •

Demetri Volturi x Fem!(cullen)Reader

Chapter Warnings : Bella Swan, strained family relationships

The months passed with much more difficulty than the last sixty odd years had for Y/N.

Edward had started dragging Bella along with their small family, Y/N’s hatrid for the girl eventually tainting her previously 'attached at the hip' relationship with Edward.

After the human had been invited around for food, which she didn't actually eat and ended up going in the food waste, Y/N had tried to use her gift on her brother. A soft smile and sugar sweet Italian tongue spiralled around Edward's head as he shook away the hypnosism. As he dragged himself out of the state, an argument broke out that spanned over weeks. The rest of the house was walking on eggshells around the two strong personalities.

"You can't try and convince me to ditch her Y/NN !"

"I sure as hell can ! She's a danger to us all Eddie !"

"She's my mate !"

"She's a parasite !"

The emotions had all come out during a routine fight between the two in the middle of a family board game night Esme insisted they all took part in.

"I can't stand her either, she's not one of us and if the Volturi found out-"

Rosalie unenthusiastically dragged her silver piece across the board, a scowl on her features, which sent Edward into a hissed rampage.

"She's my mate."

"She's human."

"Y/N-"

Carlisle stepped in, a warning look to the youngest of the group as she spat her words out.

"What ! You're acting like she's welcome here."

"She is."

His response was firm, hard eyes set on the girl as she just scoffed, amber rolling as she leant backwards.

"She's most certainly is not !"

"This is my house Y/N -"

"Me and Rose are the only ones seeing sense here ! You told us of the Volturi yourself Carlisle ! You know what they do to those who rat the secret !"

"Bella's not going to-"

"Oh shut up Alice !"

Y/N’s broad, original accent became stronger as she stood up from her seat on the rug covered floor, a snarl to the ever ecstatic girl sat across the table.

"Y/N !"

Esme joined in, shock at her youngest's harshness.

"She causes all this pain, Jasper's constant on the verge of breaking and you don't care because you want a new shopping buddy !"

"She's Edward's mate, I've seen -"

"You've seen ! You've seen what exactly ?! You see everything right ? Huh ! Well then where's my mate ?!" Venom pooled the girl's body as she gripped her fingers into fists, a glare set on the now stood girl. "If you know everything that's going to happen, where's my mate ! Haven't I waited long enough ? Or do I just not get one ? You all get your happy ever after and I'm stuck watching everyone leave me ?"

A silence fell over the group, Esme and Carlisle deeming themself not needing to step in the tense situation anymore than they already had, it would just make things worse again.

A few seconds passed before Alice's mouth parted, a dulled expression on her features as she started into Y/N’s eyes.

"You've been a right bitch since Tommy died."

It didn't even take a second for a reaction, the room seeming to move in slow motion as the younger girl launched herself over the table, claws out and aimed for the shorter girl.

Stuck in her previous spot, Rosalie shot up from the floor, hands out to grasp onto her sister's dark blue Ralph Lauren sweatshirt - not fast enough.

Jasper stood with his jaw dropped as the two girls collided into the floor, screams let out from both their mouths as a blur of bright coloured clothes and denim scrambled across the floor.

They had finally managed to prise Y/N off of Alice, dark cracks littering both of the girls' skin as they both just glared each other down.

"Enough !" All eyes shifted to the outraged Esme, a glow of red practically emitting off the woman as she looked disapprovingly at the two girls. "Both of you, go to your rooms this instant !"

It didn't take a second for the blur of Y/N to disappear to the further room, a slam echoing around the house. Alice took a second longer, reluctantly dragging her feet to her and Jasper's room.

Y/N hadn't joined in with the baseball game, choosing to mope in her bedroom on one of her sofas and blasting Sinatra. She wasn't even asked to help mask over Bella's scent when the rest of the family rushed back early with a panic of the nomad tracker.

She could hear them all, she just didn't care.

She'd decided she wasn't going to care for any of it anymore. If Edward wanted to be with that sad excuse of life then he was more than welcome to, she most certainly wouldn't be around him though.

The thought of going to the Volturi herself had occurred, but then they would take her entire family - not just the revolting human who followed them like a lost puppy.

When they all returned from wherever it was that they had gotten away to, Y/N simply moved from the living room, where she had been watching the regular gangsta films in reminiscence and nostalgia, to her bedroom where she played classic jazz and read her novels.

The school days dragged on more than usual, getting lifts to and from with Rosalie and Emmet instead of Edward and sitting between the 'Hales' of the family during lunch. Edward had started occasionally sitting with Bella and her gossipy friends, scowls from the other family members just increasing every day.

Then the fatal day came.

Well the rest of her family would call it fatal, Y/N rather enjoyed it. She had been out hunting whilst Bella's 'party' took place. Alice hadn't even attempted to invite her - they hadn't spoke since the board game night and Y/N clearly had no interest in fixing that. The youngest Cullen had taken to exiting any room swiftly as soon as Alice, Edward or 'the human' appeared.

She wondered back from the thick forest with a soft smile and the taste of stag being licked from her lips, a confused expression dotting her features as she reached the driveway of the house. The stench of Bella mixed with honey and iron burned her throat as she tried to push her natural urges away.

She let out a shout from outside the house, not daring to step inside.

"What's going on ?"

The smell hit her again, Y/N biting down on her own hand as she turned away, walking further into the forest slowly. Cracks began to appear on her marble fist, Rosalie exiting the house with a panicked expression, beside her stood Emmet and Jasper - wait no. Rosalie and Emmet were dragging Jasper out of the house, their grips strong as they beckoned for Y/N to follow them as they went off into the forest.

Emmet found a mountain cat for Jasper, Rosalie informing her sister how the evening had gone as the three of them sank into various animal - Y/N just listened, she was more than full with the last hour and a half's hunt.

"It's okay Jaz, it's not your fault."

Emmet gave the blonde boy a smile, Jasper still muttering over and over again about how horrible he thought he was.

"No, it's that pathetic humans, I knew this would happen."

"Tell me about it."

Y/N gave a comment of agreement with Rosalie, Emmet just giving the pair of them a warning look. They weren't helping.

The next day they all stayed home from school, Carlisle having cleaned the house of any scent from the girl's birthday party. Esme had told them all to start packing - they were leaving that night after Edward broke things off with Bella, and they weren't coming back.

Y/N happily packed away her records, CDs and players in the brown cardboard box, the majority of her clothes lying in two large suitcases and her shoe collection stacked in large moving box. She was left with a large duffle bag, packing away a few travel clothes, an array of black sundresses, sweaters and jeans. A few plain T-shirts where packed amongst the other clothes, her iPod with its earphones wrapped around it and her phone charger. Finally and at the very top sat her photo frame off her coffee table. A small sigh left her lips as she delicately cushioned the photo with clothes, a knock coming from her bedroom door.

It opened without an answer, Alice's empathetic gestures back as she wondered into the room.

Y/N just gave a cold stare.

"I'm sorry, for everything."

"Good."

"I shouldn't have said that about Tommy."

"Correct."

"I'm sorry that I haven't seen anything yet, but someone will come along."

"So I keep getting told."

Y/N kept her answers short, her unbothered look not faltering once as she zipped her bag up and threw it over her torso.

"Do you need any help carrying anything down ?"

"I'm good."

"Me and Jaz have room if-"

"I'm going with Rose and Emmet."

"Of course... well, see you down there."

She just gave a tight lipped smile in return, her eyes still void of any emotion, watching silently as Alice muttered her way out of the room. Y/N carried her belonging down the stairs with ease, boxes stacked on-top of each other as she made the first trip to the red BMW.

Walking back into the house for her finally few boxes, Esme stopped her path, a hand holding onto her shoulder as she turned to the mother figure.

"She's trying to mend things."

"It's a shame she broke them in the first place."

The emotionless answer came robotically, Y/N brushing the hand away and making her way back up the staircase with speed.

Little did Esme know that that would be the last time she spoke to her daughter.

Y/N had plans.

Well, a vague idea.

The last few months had taught her what her family truly thought and whilst she'd miss Rosalie and Emmett - the rest of her family had clearly just become memories of happiness.

The three cars drove none stop on the way to their new house in New York, Y/N requesting to be dropped off a few blocks away from the house. With confused features, Rosalie pulled over. The excuse of needing to feed seemed like a good enough reason, the youngest hadn't since yesterday whilst the rest of the family had gone that morning before packing.

Y/N left the car with a smile to the couple, her black duffle bag over her shoulder. Her trainers strolled elegantly across the paved floor. It only took her twenty minutes to reach JFK airport, speeding down alleyways with her supernatural ability.

She made her way through security with ease, a charming smile and soft whisper to the men and women working there as she strolled without a ticket or passport.

And then she was in first class, naturally.

A stewardess in light blue strolled past with beamed smile faker than the blonde hair she wore.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Italian Airways. We will be setting from the airport in ten minutes and on our way to Pisa International Airport."

The smooth voice swam through the tannoys, a soft smile on Y/N’s lips as she relaxed into her chair.

It would take an hour or so before any of them because suspicious of her disappearance, by then she'd be halfway across the globe. None of them would be any wiser to where she was.

Chapter Four

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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/Tags: 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.

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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?”

[rebelliousstories]

New Year’s Day

New Year/ New Fic

Relationship: Eddie Brock/ Venom x Reader

Fandom: Marvel

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Killing

Word Count: 738

Main Masterlist: Here

Marvel Masterlist: Here

Summary: A new year has come, shedding the old. But some things remain the same.

Consider Donating: Here

For the first time in what felt like forever, Eddie was going to stay in for a New Year’s Eve party. Partially because he knew that the big guy did not like loud noises, but also because he already planned on staying in with his girlfriend tonight. He had the NYC ball drop on the tv, champagne ready to go, and plenty of chocolate for his little friend.

They were currently snuggled up on the couch, with Venom’s head poking out from Eddie’s shoulder. The head rested on the shoulder that was not pressed not Eddie’s body, eating the chocolates that were being passed to it by the woman.

“So I know that bells and high pitched noises separate you two, but fireworks? I wouldn’t think those would.” She pondered, taking a sip of the wine that was holding her over until midnight.

“Yeah, I think it’s the decibels. Too loud a noise and V don’t like it.” Eddie stated.

“I do not like loud noises. Or high pitches. But I would love another chocolate.” The alien voice growled in her ear. With a chuckle, she passed hm another unwrapped bite of the sweet stuff.

“You are so spoiled, ya know.” Teasing, all she got in return after popping it into the teeth lined mouth, was a nuzzle from the symbiote.

“Oh,” their attention was suddenly pulled to Eddie, who was pointing at the screen. “The ball is about to drop.”

An excited squeak left her lips as she was pulled up to stand by both men. Tendrils wrapped around her body, as a hand took place at her waist. Venom shot out two more tendrils, and miraculously, popped open the champagne without a lot of mess. The alien poured two flutes for them and passed them to the humans with only minor spilling.

As the clock neared midnight, the woman turned to her lover. “Did you have a good year, Eds?”

“Of course I did. Did you?” He asked, holding her close.

“Yeah. It was a pretty good year. Especially now that I’ve got this pretty rock on my hand, and I can spend the rest of my life with the both of you.” She replied, before turning to look at the head that was resting on her other shoulder. “What about you, V? Had a good year?”

“The year was good. Having you around makes Eddie much more receptive. You make him happy. Which in turn, makes me happy.” It was surprisingly sweet coming from the symbiote.

“I love you too, Venom.” Pressing a small kiss to the head, she barely dodged the lick she was being given by a mile long tongue.

“Alright, alright,” Eddie pulled their attention once more. “Ten seconds till midnight.”

“Seven… six… five… four… three… two… one… Happy New Year!” They cheered. Eddie yanked her close to get her into a deep lip lock. A kiss to start the new year off right. Pulling away for air, the couple clinked their glasses together before taking a sip from them. Sirens right underneath their window called their attention however. Leave it to New Yorkers to get into trouble tonight.

“Eddie… please?” Venom grumbled.

The man groaned, just wanting to spend one day in peace. However, his girlfriend giggled as he dropped his head down.

“He’s been very good these last few weeks in not asking. Not even on Christmas.” She stated, already taking his flute. However, Brock took it back, downed it in one swig, before handing it back as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Fine, V. One bad guy.” He resigned.

“Yes!” The alien cheered as he already began to fully take over his host’s body.

Before he could completely disappear, Eddie spoke up. “We’ll be back shortly, babe. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” her hand waved dismissively, “I’ll be here for you both. Enjoy your night.”

No sooner had she said that, that Venom fully overtook the body and jumped out of the window. She made herself comfortable on the couch as she threw on a movie. More than likely, Venom would manage to convince Eddie to let him eat multiple bad guys heads which meant that they would not be back until at least four in the morning. So, on that couch, she chose to wait for as long as she could to celebrate the new year with her love and his weird, alien compatriot.

[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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[umtrem]

Well, sure! It couldn't be worse

first of all, this here

they brought knull back. Al Ewing is doing the DISSERVICE of bringing knull back just to face MJ as Venom. WHY????? HE WAS DEAD!!!!!!

Eddie killed Knull to protect his son, Dylan. Eddie became the King in Black instead. Why is Knull coming back now?

All New Venom is bad enough. None of the characters fit together, the story is mediocre, and most of the characters are out of character.

they left MJ with the personality of a rock, she does absolutely nothing interesting and hasn't even exchanged five more words with Dylan who she is supposedly trying to protect. Flash is a help with lots of zeros and negative numbers, because his only role there, besides babysitting, is to give stupid ideas. Paul is the bane of this entire series, if he just disappeared it wouldn't make a difference. He has more lines and scenes than MJ in 7 issues!

Dylan is fine, Sleeper and Toxin are fine, but they barely have any screen time after they revealed who Venom was, and now, Knull is back. Eddie is somewhere with Carnage and Knull is back.

Honestly, I don't know what to expect anymore. We still have to give Eddie-Carnage time to integrate into the new Avengers team before he actually returns to Venom.

Oh, sure, it doesn't stop there. Marvel is already giving me gray hair and now it's DC doing it. with this here

ok, right. explain to me why Huntress is forming a team with Red Hood and why the description of this is Jason protecting COPS????????????

and more, why are Jason and Helena almost kissing on one of the covers??????? Are the writers going to make Helena Jason's love interest???????? BECAUSE I DON'T ACCEPT THIS!!!!!!

Jason is already going through a lot of shitty characterization and bad stories, it's bad enough he's always going around in circles with nothing new and now, They're dragging other characters into Jason's shit. No, Helena doesn't deserve this.

I don't really know what the Huntress has been doing, I don't follow her, but I'm sure she doesn't deserve to be pushed to Jason like that. actually, I'd be happy if Jason died right now

nothing in the world will make me believe this is a good idea, regardless of what they say.

"this is the story Jason Todd fans have been waiting for", actually, i have my doubts about that

Of course, none of the issues have been released yet and I'm complaining in advance. But considering the horrible quality of stories that both DC and Marvel have been delivering, I think it's a normal reaction.

I don't know. After Hush 2 and Batman & Robin: Jason Todd... I kind of don't trust anything they have to say about Jason. and now they're putting Helena in the middle of all this, I just feel sorry for her :(

[californiaboytoys]

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…”

-------------------

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

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[symbiotic-slime]

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

[reaperlight]

Jealousy Saga, the eventual conclusion

[Post Venom 3 murder fam AU, when all hope seems lost and Eddie is convinced Venom doesn't want to see him again there's an unexpected face at the door.]

Flash: Hey. Yeah, I understand I'm probably the last person you want to see right now. But I learned what they did to you and my partner. That wasn't cool...

Eddie: Partner...

Flash: Uh, I think there's been a misunderstanding. When I said partner I mean Venom is my co-worker. As I was saying. It wasn't cool that they ripped him away from his spouse. I am truly sorry...

Venom: Eddie!

Venom: [*reaching out tentacles*]

Flash: Oh, uh. Of course.

[*Flash unfolds a wheelchair they didn't see previously because it was leaning against the wall and sits down.*]

[*Eddie is happy to have Venom back but now feels guilty because he realizes Venom was clearly what was allowing him to walk unassisted.*]

Flash: Yeah... Venom let's me get back in the field for a while. But that's besides the point. It was wrong of them to kidnap and exploit him as they did. Let's just say we unionized. Venom and me, and our friends over there on the project. We got the the top brass to agree that while Venom has a job with us and his cooperation is vital, he should have the same rights as any human employee to go home to his spouse after work. Also we managed to negotiate him a salary of his own. It's the same salary that any of us human soldiers make on the project which I don't exactly think is fair because he's doing so much more but considering he was getting nothing before...

Eddie: Woah!

Flash: It goes to an account that either you or I can access, it's opened in both our names for him since he is unable to interact with the bank directly. Also... we negotiated pardons for all of you... on the condition you'll join our team.

Eddie: No offense but...

Cletus: We're not really big fans of the military industrial complex.

[*because Eddie is too polite and Cletus has no qualms about saying it because his abusive dad was a military man*]

Frances: You understand we're not exactly eager to work for the guys who locked me up?

Flash: I'm sorry that happened to you. That wasn't us. We looked into your case...

Cletus [tersly]: ...What exactly took my wife then?

Flash: Ravencroft was a private prison company.

Frances: Was?

Flash: From what I understand they disappeared after your jailbreak exposed them and their doings but the most likely scenario is they just changed names and are operating somewhere else. [with genuine sympathy] I'm sorry.

Eddie: Okay, assuming all that is true... we still don't exactly know what you're doing.

Cletus: Yeah, what if they ask us to do something against our conscience?

Flash [snorts]: You're trying to say you're pacifists? [Looks at Cletus] You?

Cletus: Well... I have been trying to stay out of trouble, avoid doing this sorta thing. It leads to... bad habits. This is like asking an alcoholic to work at a bar. You understand?

Flash: ...yes. I do understand. Did you want me to sponsor you?

Cletus: Sponsor?

Flash: I attend A.A. regularly. I know that's not exactly the same but...

Cletus: [*considering it, glancing at Eddie who recently had a problem with actual drinking*]

Flash: If it helps our unit doesn't fight anyone on Earth. I'm not supposed to say this... but since everyone here already knows aliens exist I think I can tell you what we do. Project Space Knight is dedicated solely to protecting the Earth from extraterrestrial threats. So what do you say? Are you folks interested? We'd really value your skills and expertise in this.

[Later, Eddie and Venom in a private moment]

Eddie: Flash he's... He's a good guy.

Venom: Yes, he's my friend.

Eddie: Now I feel like an asshole for hating him.

Venom: Well, you're my asshole. Who I'd save this dirtball for.

[sepublic]

Ngl Identity Crisis is one of those episodes that really should’ve and could’ve hit a lot harder but it felt like the writers just couldn’t commit to the incredibly interesting premise, which makes me think either they shouldn’t have bothered or they should’ve gone all the way through.

Because Peter being outed as Spider-Man by one of his villains is one of those things you can’t just half-ass. It’s a can of worms, the genie is out of the bottle, it should forever change how his peers see him; Every single convenient disappearance, both before and after, should have them thinking how much sense it makes. The freaking photos of Spider-Man at impossible angles? The fact that nobody’s seen Peter himself take the pictures of Spidey?

Peter’s coworkers at the Daily Bugle should’ve immediately put it together, it’s that situation where once you put the idea in someone’s head they can’t let it go. His loved ones should’ve genuinely considered how their perception of Peter changes if he really is Spider-Man, and maybe they apply this to Peter. Be a bit more understanding. Considerate. Even suggest to Peter that if it IS him then hey, they’re actually supportive about it?

But all we really get is the Connors considering it seriously… Only for the “No comment” response to just be a copout telling the viewer to not think about it too hard because the characters themselves won’t. And then Norman maybe putting it together at that moment. What about Aunt May freaking out over the idea and trying to keep Peter in sight at all times to prevent him from getting in trouble, and/or thinking when Spidey inevitably shows up to stop a villain she’ll have proof?

What makes it all the more dissatisfying is that the resolution isn’t even really one? Like they don’t prove anything, they just provide an alternate explanation for why Venom would think Spider-Man is Peter Parker, but otherwise Spidey doesn’t actually confirm he’s not Peter. And so it’s frustrating how everyone conveniently decides the mystery is solved. It’s really underwhelming and I guess the idea was Venom was discredited as insane… Except only Eddie was, but Flash makes a point that nobody thinks Eddie is Venom either, in an ironic twist of fate?

It’s just all so convenient and easily swept under the rug. You’re telling me not one villain decided to play it safe by killing Peter Parker anyway? Doc Ock is a genius who has Kraven, who can recognize Peter/Spidey by smell, and doesn’t even verify. Plus Venom had every opportunity to force Peter to out himself by attacking him as a civilian; He knows Peter’s schedule, take him on at school! Sneak in as Eddie Brock! Take someone hostage in front of Peter and threaten to squeeze. Imagine if that happened when Venom makes that reveal in the Daily Bugle. Maybe Venom just wanted to draw out Peter’s misery before really revealing it but idk.

The worst part is that this is the ONE episode of the entire show where I genuinely found myself thinking, Wow this fight scene is dragging on it’s been going on forever. Just get to the point already will ya? Like it’d be understandable if the surrounding story itself was simple and brief and didn’t need to be much more but no, there’s so much potential and some of it is squandered on an excessive fight scene with a villain we’ve already seen Spider-Man fight.

Like I guess this was meant to be the final hurrah of Venom as a villain before Carnage would force him to become an anti-hero, so the showrunners wanted to go all-out with Villain!Venom but really the fallout of Peter’s identity is so much more intriguing with how it’s part of the premise of the show’s whole tension. And it makes me think of how as much as I love TSSM, I did worry that after so many, the fight scenes could get a bit old and even repetitive. Identity Crisis is just a frustrating episode because I feel it teases a lot of fascinating interpersonal drama that will forever make or break Peter’s life just to become yet another action sequence.

[marveldcnerdys]

Sleeper Symbiote: The Silent Guardian of the Symbiote Lineage

The Marvel Universe is home to a fascinating array of symbiotic creatures, each with its own distinctive abilities, personalities, and roles in the larger cosmic drama. Among them, the Sleeper Symbiote stands out not for its aggression or thirst for chaos but for its peculiar nature, adaptability, and potential for a more nuanced existence. As a member of the Klyntar species—better known as symbiotes—Sleeper has carved its unique narrative, contrasting starkly with its predecessors, such as Venom, Carnage, and Toxin.

In this article, we’ll explore the origins, abilities, and significance of the Sleeper Symbiote, highlighting why it is a vital part of Marvel’s ever-expanding universe.

The Birth of Sleeper: A Different Kind of Symbiote

Sleeper is the seventh spawn of Venom, one of the most iconic and complex symbiotes in Marvel lore. Unlike its older siblings, Sleeper’s birth was not marked by chaos or destruction. Instead, it was characterized by curiosity and a protective instinct. Its first appearance was in Venom Vol. 4 #165 (2018), a pivotal issue that explored the evolution of the symbiote lineage.

Sleeper's incubation period was longer than most symbiotes, suggesting a deeper level of complexity in its genetic makeup. This extended development allowed it to emerge with a fully formed personality and a set of abilities that distinguish it from its predecessors. Unlike Carnage, whose existence is defined by destruction, or Toxin, a volatile mix of good and evil, Sleeper embodies a balance between curiosity and control.

Characteristics and Personality

What sets Sleeper apart from other symbiotes is its inherently calm demeanor and inclination toward exploration rather than conflict. It doesn’t display the feral tendencies often associated with its kind. Instead, Sleeper seeks to understand its environment and host, demonstrating a level of intelligence and independence rarely seen among symbiotes.

Its name, “Sleeper,” reflects both its stealthy nature and its ability to act as a silent protector. This symbiote doesn’t rush into battles; it strategizes, observing its enemies before engaging. Its actions suggest a level of maturity that surpasses even its progenitor, Venom.

Abilities of the Sleeper Symbiote

Every symbiote brings unique powers to its host, and Sleeper is no exception. Its abilities reflect a blend of traditional symbiote traits and innovative adaptations:

1. Chemical Manipulation

Sleeper’s most defining power is its ability to produce and manipulate chemicals. This ability allows it to create pheromones that can influence emotions, inducing fear, calmness, or even hallucinations in those around it. This skill is particularly effective in diffusing conflicts or manipulating adversaries without direct confrontation.

2. Shape-Shifting and Camouflage

Like other symbiotes, Sleeper can alter its appearance, mimicking clothing or even disappearing entirely. This makes it an excellent infiltrator, capable of blending seamlessly into its surroundings or disguising itself to deceive enemies.

3. Enhanced Physical Abilities

When bonded to a host, Sleeper enhances their strength, speed, and durability. It also provides its host with regenerative healing, allowing them to recover from injuries at an accelerated rate.

4. Autonomous Operation

Unlike many symbiotes, which rely heavily on a host, Sleeper has demonstrated the ability to operate independently. It can survive without a host for extended periods, showcasing an advanced level of self-sufficiency.

5. Defense Mechanisms

Sleeper can create acid-based weapons and defenses, allowing it to fend off attackers effectively. This capability, combined with its strategic mindset, makes it a formidable opponent in combat.

Sleeper’s Bond with Hosts

Sleeper's first significant host was Eddie Brock’s son, Dylan Brock. This pairing highlighted Sleeper's protective nature, as it sought to safeguard Dylan from external threats while nurturing a symbiotic relationship based on trust. Unlike the often tumultuous bonds between other symbiotes and their hosts, Sleeper’s partnerships are more harmonious, emphasizing mutual benefit rather than domination.

Dylan’s bond with Sleeper also underscores the symbiote’s role as a guardian, as it frequently acts in Dylan’s best interests, even when those actions conflict with Dylan’s immediate desires.

Sleeper’s Role in the Marvel Universe

While Sleeper may not have the notoriety of Venom or the sheer destructive power of Carnage, its role in the Marvel Universe is no less significant. Sleeper represents a new generation of symbiotes—one that transcends the simplistic dichotomy of hero and villain. It offers a glimpse into the potential for symbiotes to evolve beyond their primal instincts and engage with the universe in more meaningful ways.

Key Storylines

Sleeper’s Introduction: In Venom Vol. 4 #165, Sleeper’s birth marked a turning point in the symbiote narrative. This storyline explored the complexity of symbiote genetics and introduced Sleeper as a being of intelligence and purpose.

Sleeper’s Bond with Dylan: The relationship between Sleeper and Dylan has been a focal point in several story arcs, emphasizing the symbiote’s protective instincts and its potential for positive partnerships.

Role in the King in Black Event: During the King in Black storyline, Sleeper played a critical role in the fight against Knull, the God of the Symbiotes. Its unique abilities and strategic mindset made it an invaluable asset to the heroes battling Knull’s dark forces.

The Philosophy of Sleeper: A New Symbiote Archetype

Sleeper challenges traditional perceptions of symbiotes as chaotic, parasitic entities. Its calm demeanor, intelligence, and protective instincts suggest a more evolved perspective on what a symbiote can be. Sleeper embodies the idea that symbiosis is not inherently destructive—it can be a partnership built on mutual respect and shared goals.

This shift in characterization reflects a broader trend in Marvel storytelling, which increasingly explores themes of redemption, evolution, and the gray areas between good and evil. Sleeper’s existence poses intriguing questions: Can symbiotes overcome their dark origins? What does it mean to be a protector in a universe filled with conflict?

Conclusion

The Sleeper Symbiote may not yet enjoy the same level of fame as Venom or Carnage, but its unique traits and evolving narrative make it one of the most intriguing characters in Marvel’s symbiote saga. With its chemical manipulation, independent operation, and harmonious relationships with its hosts, Sleeper stands as a testament to the untapped potential of the Klyntar species.

As Marvel continues to expand its universe, Sleeper’s role is likely to grow, offering readers a fresh perspective on what it means to be a symbiote. Whether as a silent guardian, a cunning strategist, or a loyal companion, Sleeper is poised to leave an indelible mark on the Marvel Universe. It’s not just a symbiote; it’s a symbol of evolution, adaptability, and the enduring potential for good—even in the unlikeliest of beings.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼 i feel bad for shannon, bc though on one hand she shouldn’t get upset about eddie listening to the words she says and not being able to read her mind, on the other hand eddie does have a psychic connection with buck and would be able to read HIS mind, which is kind of rude of him

Hahaha yes the Buddie mind link is an enviable thing!

102 for 🔼:

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Eddie’s face falls a little as he sees the blanket. Like he understands that his mistake has led to this very uncomfortable moment. Sorry, Eddie. But there was literally no way Buck could have known.

“Mr. and Mrs. Diaz,” Buck nods politely. “Nice to see you both again.”

“Likewise,” Ramon says quickly. 

Buck gets the sense it’s not nice to see him again for some reason. He’s just not sure why. Did Eddie tell them? Surely not, right?

“I hear you’ve been spending quite a bit of time with Eddie and the kids,” Helena says tightly.

Eddie shoots her a venomous look. 

Buck swallows. “Yeah, uh… Yeah, that’s what friends are for, right?”

“Right,” Eddie agrees gratefully.

“Well,” Buck says. “I just stopped by to return this. I’ll get out of your hair.”

“No worries,” Eddie says tightly. “Mom and Dad were just driving back to Pepa’s.”

Neither Diaz parent looks pleased with this. Buck is putting the pieces together of how they came to be here today. Evidently, with less of a shock than Eddie. 

“Ah, well if I don’t see you again, Merry Christmas,” Buck says. 

They return the well-wishes, say goodbye to Eddie curtly, and head to what must be a rental car parked on the street. Buck and Eddie stand stiffly a few feet apart, watching until their vehicle disappears around the corner.  Then, Eddie sort of slumps. He lets out a wretched sigh, and pinches the bridge of his nose. 

Buck closes the distance between them, puts a hand on his shoulder, and squeezes. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” Buck says. “I’m not going to say anything, okay? You don’t have to come out or whatever.”

“It’s not that,” Eddie says, dropping his hand from his face. He takes the blanket from Buck gently. “I mean, that’s also there. But it’s not just that.”

“O-okay,” Buck replies. “What else?” 

Apart from the fact that Eddie is already exhausted from having a newborn and stressed about Shannon… And yeah. Okay. He can easily see how this would push Eddie over the edge. 

“They’re already judging the way we’re raising Jane and blaming Shannon, I think, and… And I just can’t deal with them right now,” Eddie explains.

Buck knows they’ve treated Shannon poorly in the past. Really poorly. He sort of wants to push them down a flight of stairs on her behalf, first, and then a second time for Eddie. But Buck isn’t a violent guy.  

“We can’t let them say shit to Shannon,” Buck says quickly. “Especially if she isn’t doing well.”

Eddie nods. “I know.”

“Sorry,” Buck says. “I’m not actually involved.”

Eddie shrugs. “Those lines are pretty blurry.”

Yeah. They are.

“How can I help?” Buck asks. 

“I don’t know,” Eddie sighs. “For once, I’m glad to be working Christmas, so I won’t have to deal with them.”

Buck winces. “Uh, about that…”

Eddie’s face goes rigid. “Oh no. What?”

“Well, Maddie, Athena, and I have sort of been planning something for Christmas so everyone can see their families,” Buck says. “Uh, and Pepa and Abuela know, so…”

“So my parents will likely find out,” Eddie huffs. 

Buck nods. ‘Sorry, Eddie. I had no-”

“You couldn’t have known,” Eddie shakes his head. “And it’s really sweet that you guys are doing that. We just… We have to figure something out, assuming Shannon is invited.”

“Of course she is,” Buck says.

“Okay, then we make sure it goes okay for her?” Eddie says. 

Buck nods. “I promise.”

iv.

Shannon feels sort of sick on Christmas. Last year, Christmas was amazing. Reunited with her son, reconnected with Eddie, she felt so much hope. And it’s not that she doesn’t feel hope this Christmas. Actually, she does. They have this beautiful new daughter, she and Eddie are overall in a good place - despite Shannon sort of briefly kicking him out for no reason - and Chris seems as full of joy as always. Really, she should be proud and happy about how far they’ve come. 

But all she can think about is that Eddie’s parents could destroy it all with a flick of their meddling fingers. Shannon was so stupid to be hurt at how good things finally were with Eddie. Because they’re about to be terrible again. All they’re ever going to see is the woman who left their completely blameless son and grandson, after all they did for her. They’ll whisper it in Eddie’s ears. He’ll gravitate towards them, like he always has. And Shannonn will lose this good thing she’s got going, even if that good thing sometimes stung. 

She doesn’t know for sure if Ramon and Helena will show up at the Christmas dinner at the fire station. They haven’t mentioned. Shannon can only imagine Abuela told them, when her plan was to go with Shannon and the kids to see Eddie tonight. And Buck and Maddie. She wants to see them, too. The small, maybe-fragile family she’s rebuilt for herself here. Which doesn’t include Ramon and Helena. Ideally, anyway. But what can she do? Tell Eddie not to let his parents come? Deprive her children of grandparents? No. 

So she just has to deal with whatever comes. And not roll over. She’s not going to roll over anymore. 

She tells Maddie everything as she helps them set up. Maddie listens with a scowl on her face. It’s the same scowl she has every time Shannon talks about Eddie lately. Only, usually, she tries to hide it. 

[pinkprincessunicorn]

personal lies

Heather Thompson had never been to a party like this before.

The house smelled like beer and mildew and some kind of drug she didn't recognize. Music boomed from the living room, the bass line rattling against the drywall like it was trying to escape. She lingered at the edge of the kitchen, clutching a warm can of Diet Coke with both hands like it was some kind of social shield. The can was sweating, and so was she.

She wasn't sure what she was doing here. She wasn't sure she'd been invited.

Someone from her trig class had mentioned it in passing—one of those "You should come," comments that wasn't a real invitation but didn't feel quite like a rejection either. It was enough to get her into her car and onto the street, parked half a block away, rehearsing excuses to leave before she even stepped through the door.

She kept to the corners, made quiet circuits around the kitchen, and down the hallway. Everyone else had come in pairs or packs, a tangle of laughter and slurred conversation. Heather had come alone, in a beige windbreaker and jeans that made her look more like a substitute teacher than a senior.

A voice beside her broke through the static. "Heather?"

She turned to see Steve Harrington, brows drawn together in concern.

"Are you okay?" he asked, gentle and familiar. "I know you didn't want to come, and Rob kind of dragged you here, but... are you good?"

Heather gave him a small nod. "Yeah. I'm fine. Just never been totally into the whole party scene."

She gestured vaguely toward the crowd, where someone was trying to do a keg stand in a corner.

Steve offered her his drink, and she took a small sip—just enough to calm her nerves—then handed it back. He smiled.

"I'll stay with you, don't worry."

But then Nancy walked by.

Steve's smile faltered. He cleared his throat. "Right after I talk to Nance."

And just like that, he was gone.

Heather let out a quiet sigh and sat on the edge of the armrest, feeling more like a piece of furniture than a person.

She wasn't usually at these things. Growing up, she'd always been the girl with curfews and flashcards, forced to stay home by strict parents who swore parties would ruin her future. Now that she had graduated and been allowed to go out, the irony was that she never really wanted to.

She stood up, ready to find Robin and tell her she wanted to leave. She was already rehearsing how to phrase it—casual but firm—when she turned and collided with someone mid-step.

"Oh my god—shit! I'm so sorry!" she stammered, stepping back.

The girl she'd run into was drenched—Heather's half-full drink had splashed across her shirt and onto her new white sneakers. The red solo cup lay crushed between them.

For a second, Heather was stunned. The girl looked familiar. Then she realized—she was familiar.

It was Chrissy Cunningham. Old head cheerleader. And she was staring at her like she'd stepped in something vile.

"Watch where the fuck you're going," the girl slurred, eyes narrowing.

Heather blinked, heart thudding. "—I am sorry. I can get you another drink, if you want—"

"Just leave me alone. Fuck off." The girl shoved past her, disappearing into the crowd without another glance.

Heather stood frozen, confused. She didn't know her. They'd barely interacted in school. Why the venom?

The cold wetness of her shirt pulled her back to reality, and she ducked into the hallway. She opened a linen closet and pulled out a towel, blotting at her clothes with trembling hands.

She was rubbing at a dark stain on her chest when she heard a voice echo from the bathroom door beside her.

"Ah, fuck!"

She flinched, then froze.

Slowly, she turned and nudged the door open—just enough to peer inside.

And there he was.

Eddie Munson.

Leaning over the sink, shaking out his hand like he'd just burned it on something stupid. When he looked up, their eyes met in the mirror.

He grinned.

"Rough night?"

Heather stood hesitantly in the bathroom doorway, watching Eddie brush his hands through his messy hair. When he looked up, surprise flickered across his face as if he couldn't believe she was there.

"Sorry—I didn't mean to intrude," Heather started, her voice uncertain. "I just... heard you. Are you okay?"

Eddie raised a hand, stopping her mid-sentence. "No, it's fine. I-" He pauses as if he's mulling the thought of her over, "I've never really talked to you before."

Heather thought about it. He was right. They had never exchanged a word until now. Steve and Nancy had warned her not to get involved with Eddie Munson — calling him trouble — but here he was, standing in front of her like the most normal person in the world.

"Oh," Heather said softly. "I'm sorry."

Eddie studied her face for a long moment, as if trying to understand why she said that so often. Then, stepping closer, he said, "You say that a lot."

"What?" Heather blinked in confusion.

"Sorry." He pauses, "You say it a lot."

She looked down at her stained Duran Duran shirt, the fabric damp and clinging to her skin. "I guess I just feel it a lot."

Eddie chuckled and took the towel from her hands, his scent faint but strangely comforting — a mix of weed, alcohol, and mint. As he dabbed at the wet stain, Heather's eyes lingered on his lips, soft and full, making her shift nervously.

"This stain's probably not coming out," he said. "What happened?"

Heather explained how she'd been trying to find Robin to leave the party when she accidentally bumped into Chrissy Cunningham, and Chrissy's drink spilled all over her.

"I apologized a lot," Heather added, "but Chrissy just told me to fuck off."

Eddie rolled his eyes and peeled off his jacket, placing it on the counter. The tight Hellfire shirt underneath showed strong muscles flexing with each movement.

"I know Chrissy," he said.

Heather's eyes widened. "You... know Chrissy Cunningham?"

He laughed. "Don't act so surprised. I deal with her. She's usually not that rude. Something's probably going on."

Heather snorted, trying to ignore the ruined shirt. "Whatever it is, I care more about my Duran Duran shirt right now."

Eddie held out his leather jacket toward her. "Take this."

The jacket felt heavy and well-worn in her hands. Heather tried to give it back immediately.

"No, it's yours now," Eddie insisted, pushing it back.

She tried harder to refuse, but he didn't let go. She stumbled forward and ended up pressed against his chest. His arms wrapped around her back, steadying her as her legs threatened to give out.

At that moment, the bathroom door opened, and Jason Carver appeared, flanked by two of his friends. Their eyes widened at the sight.

"Heather," Jason said, jaw tight, "is this freak messing with you?"

Frozen, Heather couldn't speak. Eddie pulled her closer protectively.

"I was doing the opposite," Eddie said coldly. "But what's it to you? Don't you have a girlfriend to obsess over or something?"

Jason squared his shoulders. "Leave this fucking party," he warned. "And you too, you fucking nerd."

He spat on Heather's stained shirt... an insult that felt like salt in an already open wound.

Tears pricked Heather's eyes, but she swallowed hard, refusing to let them fall.

"Pathetic," Jason sneered, then stormed off with his posse.

Heather wiped at her eyes, trying to pull herself together. "Maybe I'll take you up on that jacket after all," she joked shakily.

Eddie handed it back to her. She slipped it on, the weight of it strangely comforting.

After a moment, Eddie cleared his throat. "I can give you a ride home."

Heather nodded, a small, sad smile tugging at her lips. "I'd like that. Thank you."

Later, Eddie's van was cleaner than Heather expected, with a pine-scented air freshener dangling from the rearview mirror. The smell tried to mask the faint odor of weed, and Heather found herself oddly comforted by the effort.

"It's just up here," she said, pointing to her yellow house with peeling paint.

Eddie pulled the van to a stop. Heather turned to him, her voice soft but genuine. "Thank you, Eddie. Really."

He smiled, the kind of crooked, tired smile that made her feel seen. "Anytime, Heather Thompson."

With a playful salute, he let her out of the van. She promised to return his jacket soon, and as she closed the front door behind her, she couldn't help but think how wildly unexpected this night had been.

[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😅