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VENOM TICKLES!!!!!! 👏👏👏✨✨✨💖💖💖
✷˖⑅How to Cheer Up an Eddie⑅˖✷
~Soooooo yeah: I’m back to fandom bouncing. Today’s obsession is Venom, and Eddie DEFINITELY needs a good wrecking. I might possibly go back to being consistent, but who knows? This is a lot longer than I meant it to be, but womp. If these goobers interest you, I hope you Enjoy!~
Lee: Eddie Brock
Ler: Venom
Summary: Venom’s eating habits are hard to curve. When a particularly gruesome snack gets under Eddie’s skin, Venom decides to cheer up his favorite host. Thanks to a cheesy rom-com, he knows exactly how to do it.
Warnings: mentions of Venom chomping somebody, brief descriptions of blood, pretty much just movie-typical stuff. This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!
Venom’s appetite was insatiable: it was the one thing Eddie knew for certain. Even after a full “meal,” the symbiote would whine for tater tots and heads not even ten minutes later. He didn’t need that much food to survive, but it felt good when he ate.
Unfortunately for Venom, Eddie was rather strict about his diet.
There was to be no eating Eddie’s leftovers, people’s pets, random chickens, and NO eating people. That last one pissed Venom off to no end. So, like any reasonable toddler, Venom whined about it whenever possible.
“BUT EDDIEEEE! I’M SO HUNGRY! JUST A QUICK BITE?” Slinking out from Eddie’s shoulder, Venom nudged his host’s hand with his physical form. Of course, he wasn’t talking about chocolates or chicken.
“No, V. Cletus was an exception; the rule still stands.” Eddie didn’t even look away from his laptop screen, tapping away at the keys as he worked on his latest article. It was a pain in the ass to scrounge up the details, but he’d finally managed to get enough info for a story.
“BULLSHIT! HOW IS IT FAIR THAT ONE ASSHOLE IS OKAY, BUT NONE OF THE OTHERS COUNT?!” Venom bit Eddie’s wrist, making the man cuss and shake him off. How could a thousands-of-years-old symbiote act like such a child?
“I- you know that was different! Also, ow!” Pointing to his latest bite mark, Eddie scowled at the symbiote. As soon as he pointed it out, however, Venom healed it; it was like it never happened.
“I DON’T SEE ANYTHING.” Eddie flipped him off before going back to his laptop, hoping to ignore the whining. Venom wasn’t having it. “OH, I SEE. CLETUS WAS OKAY BECAUSE HE MESSED WITH ANNE. ONLY BAD GUYS WHO MAKE YOU PISSY ARE FOOD.”
Eddie slammed his laptop shut, glaring daggers at the symbiote. Venom took that as a positive sign, resting his head on his host’s wrist. It was a terrifying attempt at puppy-dog eyes, but it told Eddie the one thing he didn’t wanna hear: he wasn't gonna get anything done until V had some food.
“Fine, you shithead! We’ll go on patrol for ten minutes, grab some chicken and chocolate, and come back. No longer.”
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About half an hour later, Eddie was wondering why he even tried. They’d grabbed some chocolate from Mrs. Chen, but Venom swore he’d heard something on the way back. So, there they were, perched on a rooftop as they waited for some sign of what the symbiote had picked up.
After a few minutes of silence, the back door to one of the sketchy-looking shops opened. A young boy, maybe eight or nine, was roughly pushed forward towards a black SUV. He looked scared, dirty, and alone.
A burning anger rose in Eddie’s chest when he realized what was happening.
Those evil bastards… He bonded even farther into Venom’s mindset, letting the feeling overtake him. V noticed immediately.
“THEM?”
“Them.”
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After they’d dropped the boy off at the police station, Eddie made sure they went straight home. After a very long shower, he’d managed to convince Venom to quiet down long enough for him to work on the article.
Staring at the near-blank document, Eddie’s fingers tapped idly on the space bar. The case, the case, the case. A tech giant had been covering up some shady dealings in Vermont. Shady dealings…
Eddie’s mind wandered back to their patrol, specifically to the part where Venom had his meal. The fuckheads deserved it, no doubt, but…god, had it been bloody. Smashing, ripping, tearing, screaming, head-chomping…
Groaning, Eddie rubbed his temples and shut his laptop; he needed a break.
Trudging over to the fridge, Eddie grabbed out some whipped cream - that shit made everything better.
After squirting a decent helping into his mouth, he leaned against the cool metal of his fridge. Who needs to process their emotions when you’ve got Ready Whip and self-doubt?
While he usually enjoyed mocking Eddie’s little moods, Venom knew this one was decently serious. More importantly, his actions had upset Eddie. That needed to be fixed, whether they liked it or not.
Coming back out in his physical form, Venom nuzzled his head against Eddie’s shoulder. It wasn’t much, but he was trying. “EDDIE?”
“Hmm?” The man huffed, opening his eyes to stare down at his partner in sorta-crime. There was still a small bit of whipped cream in his stubble; Venom had to resist the strong urge to tease him about it.
“YOU LOOK…DEPRESSED.” That got a chuckle out of the man, but not much else. He was just overwhelmed, and he knew Venom could sense it.
“...WANNA WATCH SHITTY ROM-COMS?”
“...yeah.”
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Eddie sighed as the rom-com played, barely paying attention to it. He’d never seen that one before, but he couldn’t get his mind off the violence from earlier; if it wasn’t the goons’ deaths, it was the treatment of the little boy. There was no guarantee the police would do their jobs correctly…
Venom, on the other hand, was totally into it. There was just something about seeing two humans stumble around and act like lovey-dovey fools for an hour that put him in a good mood.
When he looked over at Eddie, however, his joy lessened. The movie was supposed to be making Eddie happy, not just him.
“EDDIE, WHY ARE YOU IGNORING THESE JOKES? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE LAUGHING.” Coming out as a floating head once again, Venom nuzzled Eddie’s shoulder. He shrugged, brushing off his own emotions.
“I-I dunno, V. Don’t worry about it.” Yeah, right - like Venom was gonna listen to that. Taking advantage of their bond, Venom peeked at what Eddie was feeling. It sent a rare feeling coursing through the symbiote’s system: guilt.
“I…APOLOGIZE FOR UNSETTLING YOU. I GOT MESSY.” Eddie whipped his head down to look at Venom, his eyes going wide. Did he just…apologize for something? Without prompting? Holy shit…
“Uh…thanks, Venom. I appreciate it.” Knowing it would make the little menace feel better, Eddie scratched Venom’s head.
A low, pleased grumble left the creature as he enjoyed the touch. While he did appreciate the affection, he was supposed to be making Eddie feel better.
Suddenly, Eddie tensed, freezing his fingers in place. Venom looked up to see what was wrong, but his host’s eyes were trained on the screen.
The woman on screen had grabbed the man’s phone and was holding it above her head; she was taller than him, so he couldn’t reach it. So, the man reached out and…started touching her sides? The motions made no sense to Venom, but as the woman started to laugh, he felt Eddie heat up.
Venom immediately assumed it was arousal, but Eddie didn’t seem to be desiring anything. He seemed more…giddy. Maybe longing for something? The symbiote was thoroughly confused.
“EDDIE? WHY IS THAT WOMAN LAUGHING? DO YOU LIKE IT?” Eddie’s cheeks burned, his eyes darting away from both the screen and Venom. His answer was muffled and flustered.
“She’s getting…it’s a human response to touch. Involuntary shit, and…” His voice trailed off, almost as if he was unable to finish his sentence.
Venom’s grin, if possible, widened. That was the same thing Eddie had done when Venom asked about why humans kissed; he was eager, embarrassed, and wanting something he couldn't ask for.
“SO IT’S A GOOD THING.” The fact that it was worded as a statement, not a question, kind of scared Eddie. Venom had that tone he used whenever he was about to be a shit; based on their conversation, it wasn’t hard to guess how.
“Venom, wait-” Before Eddie could think to push the symbiote away, he felt the familiar sensation of Venom spreading across his arms. But…only his arms. What was he doing?
“THE MAN DID IT LIKE THIS.” Suddenly, Eddie felt wiggling fingers on his sides; it took everything he had to suppress his giggles. When he looked down, he saw…his own hands tickling him. Venom was seriously making him tickle himself. Worst of all, it was working.
“V-Vehee! Get offa me!” Eddie twisted his torso around, trying to shake the feelings off. Venom was persistent, keeping at least five wiggling claws on him at all times.
“I CAN’T GET OFF OF YOU, EDDIE. I’D DIE, AND YOU’D BE A LOSER,” Venom teased, raking Eddie’s own fingers down his sides. Using his fluid, he added just a bit of a point to each fingertip, making it tickle even more.
“Thahat- that’s not whahat I meant!” A few little titters slipped out as the tickling increased. How the fuck was it working?! Gargalesis on yourself wasn’t supposed to be possible! Though, Venom technically was another being with his own consciousness…fuck.
Deciding to be an asshole, Venom tapped into Eddie’s thoughts. The man typically didn't enjoy it, but he figured it would be a special exception.
The very first thing Venom felt was extreme giddiness. It made the symbiote chuckle; Eddie really did love the touch.
Digging deeper, Venom go past the “oh shit oh fuck oh that tickles” and “I’m gonna fucking kill him” to find the more sensitive thoughts. “Please don’t go for my ribs, please don’t go for my ribs, PLEASE don’t go for my ribs!”
So, naturally, Venom went for his ribs.
“OhohOHOHO SHIIIIIIIHIHIT! SHIHIT!” Eddie squealed, arching his back and kicking his feet out. It wasn’t fair: being forced to tickle himself, and not being able to do a single thing to stop it. It was…well, it wasn’t awful.
Oh shit. Eddie knew he fucked up the second those words crossed his mind.
“WHAT’S THAT, EDDIE? IT ISN’T AWFUL?” Venom chuckled, leaning his floating head to whisper in Eddie’s ear. That was just adding insult to injury. “DOES THAT MEAN YOU DO LIKE THIS?”
Eddie scrunched his shoulders, trying desperately to evade the tickles. He knew it was pointless, but he couldn’t just sit there. Well, he could’ve, but he’d never have heard the end of it from Venom.
“N-NOHOHOHO! IHI DOHOHOHON’T!” Eddie lied through his teeth, or more accurately, his giant smile. It was so horribly unfair; then again, so was his life.
“HMM. LIAR.” Getting an idea, Venom shifted his pointy mouth to Eddie’s neck, nibbling ever-so-gently on the sensitive skin. If he couldn’t get Eddie to say it himself, maybe he could provide some gentle, torturous motivation.
“Wha- KYAAAH! FUHUHUHUCK! V-VEHEHENOM!” He squealed, tossing his head back and just laughing his heart out. Eddie knew there was no point in resisting; Venom would just come up with another way to kill him, and he wasn’t keen on figuring out how creative the symbiote could get.
“WHAT’S WRONG, EDDIE? DOES IT TICKLE? ” Venom cooed, continuing to nibble up and down his sensitive neck. At the same time, he forced Eddie’s hands to dig into his ribs, clawing and pinching at the bones. “YOU HUMANS ARE SO FRAGILE, SO SENSITIVE. I’D NEVER HAVE THIS PROBLEM.”
While the symbiote was lying, he knew Eddie was too lost in laughter to notice. It was nice to see his human laughing so freely, even if he did have to force it out of the moody fucker.
“VEHEHEE! IHIHI’M GOHOHONNA DIHIHIHIE!” Putting his whole self into it, Eddie thrashed and fought against Venom’s control. It didn’t work, of course, but he still tried.
“NO, YOU’RE NOT. EVEN IF YOU WERE, I’D HEAL YOU.” Venom was just playing dirty now. I mean, he was playing dirty the entire time, but that much teasing was just uncalled for. At least, that’s what Eddie thought.
Wanting to push his host’s limits, Venom sent a tendril out from Eddie’s shoulder and ran it down his back. Once it reached the bottom, he wiggled it against Eddie’s hip bones.
That officially did the man in.
“OHOHOHO MYHY- HAHAHAHAHA!” Eddie cut himself off with a fit of hysterical laughter, the sound dipping out for a moment. When he managed to breathe again, his laugh was loud, raw, and unrestrained. Venom could listen to it for ages.
“NOHOHO MOHAHAHAHAHORE! MEHEHERCY! MEHERCYHYHYHY!” Slamming one of his feet on the ground, Eddie tapped out in the only way he could.
Venom reluctantly stopped, pulling himself off of his host’s arms; he instead nuzzled his head into Eddie’s neck.
Panting and giggling, Eddie tried to regain his composure. His whole torso was buzzing from the touch, phantom tickles still keeping his nerves alight.
“J-Jehehesus fuhuhucking Chrihist, V…” The man ran a hand through his hair, thoroughly wiped from all the laughing and thrashing. While that had been incredibly intense, it helped ease his mind. He actually felt a lot better than he had before the silliness.
They sat in semi-silence for a minute, the only sound being Eddie’s slightly labored breathing as he pulled himself together. It was nice, almost lulling the exhausted man to sleep. That was until Venom decided to break the silence.
“EDDIE?”
“Whahat?”
“YOU’RE HAPPY NOW, YES?” Venom grunted, nudging Eddie’s chin; he wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt his human. He loved hearing the man’s crazy laughter, but he knew he could go a bit too far sometimes.
Eddie thought about that. He was in their home, smiling and dazed, with a symbiote who cared for him had just finished tickling him to death just to cheer him up.
He was warm, safe, and finally not alone. He was part of something that, while flawed, was still the best thing that had ever happened to him; his answer was clear.
Eddie reached an arm up to scratch beneath Venom’s chin, sighing softly.
“...yeah, V. I’m happy.”
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"Trust" - Veddie Ficlet
Editors note: Yeah, I gave in. Okay?? Can you blame me?? They're cute!! And gay!! And so am I!! Also, my bf talked about tickling me today, and it's been chewing at my mind, so this was hella self-indulgent. Anyway, it was my first time ever writing a tickle fic, let alone posting my writing. Pls be nice. I'm embarrassed, LWKDHSKDN.
Summary: alien and his loser bf makeout which leads to an interesting discovery.
Pairings: ler!venom, lee!eddie (romantic)
Warnings: tickling (obv??), swearing, heated makeout session, I think that's it, lol.
Word count: 538
Read below the cut! <3
Symbiotes were creatures of many skills, they could outrun police cars while their hosts nearly had panic attacks, and also were experts in giving a good kiss or two.
Eddie had to admit, out of those two options, one of them was his favorite.
Eddie and Venom were having a peaceful night after a long day of work. It was quiet inside the apartment complex. Save for the whistle of a cool breeze coming in from an open window. Oh, and the kissing. There was a lot of kissing.
Venom's body took on a form of its own, their large black claws holding Eddie close as they shared long, and slow kisses. Their tongue exploring inside Eddie's mouth, causing him to gag from its sheer size.
After the kiss, Venom switched to licking Eddie's jaw and neck. Smooth and gentle motions filled with affection for their host.
Eddie squirmed a bit, catching Venom's attention. "Eddie?" the symbiote inquired, "What is wrong?"
Eddie hesitated before responding, "Nothing V."
"You're lying to me, Eddie," Venom's voice rasped like sandpaper, more of a statement than a question.
Venom continued to support their own theory, licking up Eddie's neck, causing Eddie to let out a shaky breath and a small chuckle.
"You're enjoying this?" Venom inquired, noticing Eddie's laughter.
"Shut up, can't we go back to what we were doing?" Eddie retorted, but his thoughts were quickly invaded by Venom's mental probing.
"Hey, get out of there!" Eddie grumbled, feeling the symbiote delving into his mind.
As Eddie's thoughts raced, Venom finally found what he was looking for - tickling. It was an odd sensation that Eddie found surprisingly enjoyable.
Returning to the present moment, Venom met Eddie's glare. "Are you done snooping?"
Ignoring the question, Venom leaned forward and playfully ran a claw up and down Eddie's side, eliciting laughter from his host.
"Vehenom! Quihihit it-!" A large grin spread across Eddie's face while he tried to shake off the fingers attacking his sides.
"This is fun, Eddie!" Venom exclaimed, delighting in Eddie's reactions as they continued to tickle and playfully nip at his sides.
"Ihihits- not!" Eddie protested between laughs, trying to escape Venom's playful assault as his face grew hot.
Venom had Eddie pinned down with their tendrils by now, preventing his escape as the tickling continued.
Eddie's laughter would intermittently pause while he gasped for breaths, only to burst out even louder than before.
"Does it tickle, Eddie? What's so funny?" Venom teased, adding another claw to scratch gently at Eddie's stomach, eliciting more laughter from him.
Venom found joy in this interaction, savoring Eddie's laughter, a rare and happy sound to the symbiote.
"PLEAHEHESE! FUHUHUHUCK YOU! VEHEHEE-!"
As Eddie's laughter turned into pleas, Venom eased off, sensing Eddie's shift from delight to anxiety, slowing down the tickling and then leaning in to lick Eddie's cheek.
"Fuhuck you." Eddie, left breathless and giggling, managed a playful retort, "Asshole," He added for good measure. Venom chuckled deeply in response, "Of course."
"Truce, okay?" Eddie chuckled out, he leaned forward to peck Venoms cheek, still catching his breath after the playful interaction.
Venom nodded in agreement, and their night resumed peacefully, now with a touch of added laughter to the atmosphere.
#ler!venom#lee!eddie brock#marvel tickle fic#sfw tickles#tickles sfw#sfw tickling#sfw tickling community#sfw twords#venom#venom let there be carnage#venom the last dance#symbrock#veddie#eddie brock#venom symbiote#cupid writes how cool!#cupid writes#cupidz.writingstuff
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i’m pretty surprised that you can be in a fandom without really checking the tags regularly for new content or discussions that’s pretty impressive
ive got twitter for that and twitter has shown me enough as is
#snap chats#i dont even check twitter specifically for rgg its just that my algorithms been formed that way cause friends send me tweets#on the real though jvALEKJEKL ive always. how you say. played with dolls alone#so being alone online isnt hard or anything particularly 'impressive' to me its just how i roll#ive always lived in my head i guess- with my interests that is. its fun up there vlkeajkla#i still like to hear from other people of course but for the most part im happy with just myself im not all that pressed for others#i think its also just. i have. other interests? so i dont really think i want to look at One Particular Thing that day. at least for tumblr#i MIGHT just cause thats how the day goes but i dont think 'i feel like looking at rgg art today'#whatever i see I See and that'll be that yk i love a lot of things and think of a lot of things#evidently SOME things take a hold of me more than others- or ill wanna be more public bout it at least#but thats jsut cause i just feel SO MUCH for Whatever Thing It Is At The Time that i want to share it. so then i do jvlskjs#with that in mind can i really say im 'in' a fandom when i dont particularly interact with it LMAO#again always happy to do so but im like an estranged uncle if anything#come over once a year to drop gifts off then i leave. ill still respond to holiday cards though if theyre sent#also for discussions ill usually just talk to my brother about it since he'll usually be The Main Sponge for my rambling LOLOL#god's strongest soldier i promise i try to hold back but im afraid i feel my brain physically tickle my skull#my brother always has to watch in real time me be consumed by a piece of media. like its a symbiote its really funny#cause at this point we'll meet in the kitchen and ill start like 'you know whats really funny..'#and he'll just. 'ok so who's it about today' LIKE PLEAAAASSSEEE. anyways prepare for my ninth 90 minute lecture about This Character#i also have a friend that i talk about my interests with- not all the time but enough that im like. Yeah Im Good Talkin Bout This#like the dopamine in my brain is activated JUST enough when i get to have quick short convos bout it with her#honestly maybe i should use my blacklisted main and rb ALL of my sideblog posts there#just so the people following that can Also witness me be consumed in real time <- will not do this
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Viktor is one of the few people that Man-Bat doesn't straight up attack or maul, despite their penchant for spilling blood which attracts the giant chiropteran's attention. Man-Bat just sees them as another predator on the street and even follows them around at times, in hopes of scoring a free meal since Viktor for some reason or another never finishes them. :')
[ Send in an HC you have about my muse and I'll respond with a 👍 or 👎 - ACCEPTING ]
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#i have a place for you || answered#// omgs I love this sO MUCH#// I am super intrigued by the idea of Man-Bat viewing them as another natural predator#👀#// also the idea of them having a weird little symbiotic animal thing tickles me#// ‘ARE YOU GONNA FINISH THAT OR CAN I HAVE IT’ in bat noises#// adfjkghadkfjghajkdfh
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“humans truly are fascinating..” you grumble, a choked laugh escaping your lips as you tried your best to hold in your laughter while tendrils slowly roamed around your torso. they stretched your arms above your head, pulling your arms down even the slightest becoming impossible. all you could do was tremble, as you were completely exposed to the curious yet gentle tickling from your symbiote.
it didnt help that his face was directly in front of yours, staring intently at you, observing every reaction you gave to each move he made. a toothy grin greeting you everytime you peeked your eyes open while shaking your head to distract yourself from the sensation.
“does this tickle?” venom rumbled, making you gasp as his tendrils moved their way to your ribs, poking sporadically, each one making you squeak and jerk at every single touch. he chuckled at your reaction, a low laugh thundering through your head.
you desperately try to keep your thoughts organized, as since hes already found out your deepest secret, whats stopping him now from finding what works best on you?
pretty much nothing, as his tendrils were getting horribly close to a spot you did not want him finding out about. but nevertheless, it was impossible. he knew everything, and was reading you like a book at which poke made you react the best.
then the tendrils travelled to your collarbone. you tensed up unknowingly in preparation for where he almost got to, until finally realizing he stopped. you opened your eyes breathing heavily, only to see his usual shit eating grin, even wider than usual.
“each and every thought you have, you cant hide.” he sneers, his tongue flicking at your neck, a screech near threatening to come out. “we share the same thoughts, there's nowhere to escape.”
he pauses, tendrils sneaking up.
“not where, exactly?”
…shit.
#boom i died#venom x reader tickle#venom x ticklish!reader#venom tickle#tickle fic#jettswriting#i wrote this during class i was so bored LMFAOOO
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Venom x Eddie
[Fic Reupload] - Venom fic reupload to celebrate the 3rd movie which I'll see tomorrow. This fic is originally from 2018.
Summary: Venom and Eddie discover that Venom feels good whenever Eddie is being tickled. Life was definitely easier before they shared this knowledge. (Also on AO3)
Word Count: 1.9K
“Thanks for today,” Eddie said to Anne who had given him a ride home after a friendly drink at the bar.
“Pleasure’s mine. I’m glad you’re doing better again. But one more thing I’ve been wanting to ask,” Anne said, leaning her hand on the wheel as she turned towards him, and she looked him up and down as if she was checking him out.
“She’s going to ask us out, Eddie. It’s going to happen.” Eddie had trouble keeping a pokerface as he tried to ignore Venom’s voice.
“...Are you even eating at all? I am concerned,” Anne finished.
“Too bad. But yeh, we are eating. Right Eddie? We are eating a lot of ー”
“Look at you! So thin!” Anne cried out in surprise, and Eddie jumped when she suddenly grabbed his side.
“Here! Are these your ribs?” She asked after clawing up his side and now she dug in to feel his ribs as a confirmation of his skinny body.
“Whoho! Anne, you know I’m ー”
“What, still ticklish? Come on,” the sneaky blonde sighed, and she leaned towards him and tickled him teasingly with both hands.
“No! Sto-stohop! Hey!” Eddie laughed.
“What is going on.” A certain monster in his head sounded confused, but Eddie was now busy prying his ex’s fingers off his body, and he wheezed when she finally backed off.
“Feed yourself, Eddie. See you soon.” Eddie nodded, muttered a “you too”, and quickly stepped out of the car, still a little bit flustered. Not because of Anne tickling him, heck, that was just good old times. Just because it happened now that Venom was here, and eh, well yeah.
“What was that? You were acting strange.” There it was already, and Eddie sighed and rolled his eyes as he entered his apartment.
“Ticklish, T-I-C-K-L-I-S-H, ticklish, a human can feel funny if touched in a certain way. There. Done. Got it?”
He would’ve rather skipped the explanation, but there was some other time when Venom was curious about something (something sexual about the human body) and he had bugged Eddie in the worst ways a symbiote can bug a person to finally spill the beans, which he was holding back oh so badly.
Eddie still got shivers from the memory of doing the sex-talk to the monster inside him. For Venom forcing him to demonstrate and- never mind. He had never experienced something so awkward. At least since that time, anything sexual was completely normal in his life again- since Venom showed up.
But tickling... He hoped he’d never have to get used to that.
“Ticklish,” Venom repeated, sounding weird and maybe a tiiiny bit cute in that monstrous voice.
“Not painful?” he added.
“No, not painful. Just weird. Funny. Yeah funny, it’s like a funny feeling that forces a human to, well yeah, laugh. Don’t you ever feel funny, V?” Eddie asked.
“I felt funny.” Eddie frowned, leaning against his fridge from which he just took a beer and some snacks.
“When?” he asked.
“Just now.” Eddie kept his frown.
“You mean.. When Anne tickled me? You were affected?” he asked. Venom then decided to come out, and Eddie watched him tower over him before he finally lowered himself at eye height.
“Rather than funny... It felt nice. I want to feel it again.” Eddie smirked and shook his head at him, and he put his beer and snacks aside.
“What, you want me to tickle you?” Eddie wiggled his finger at Venom and raised his eyebrows when said monster did not back down. Apparently the feeling was nice enough for Venom to act like a dog awaiting petting.
“Go ahead. But I don’t think it works that way.”
Eddie was confused, but he still did it. As weird as it felt, he scratched Venom’s skin experimentally. Venom watched him with those bright eyes, flashing his sharp teeth in some sort of smug smile but not because of the tickling.
“Feeling anything yet?” Eddie asked. Venom shook his head. Too bad.
“No. See, I told you it wouldn’t work. I think I feel nice when you feel... ticklish.” Eddie laughed at that and shook his head.
“Ohoho well in that case, too bad for you V. Not happening.” He turned back to grab his beer, but Venom circled around him, blocking his way. A certain fanged grin told him this is happening, and Eddie could barely try to escape before Venom snaked an inky tentacle around his middle, keeping him in place.
“Now let’s see. How did this ticklish thing workー”
“Tickling. And let go, V, this isn’tー ahah- hey! Nooo!” Eddie cried as Venom began to drag his claws down his sides, careful enough not to hurt him. Eddie tensed up and squeezed his eyes shut. He heard Venom’s low chuckling, sending chills down his spine.
“You look funny.”
“Feel funny too, listen, if you don’t let me go now, I won’t buy you any chocolate andー EHEeeh w-wait! No!” Eddie squirmed and began to panic as Venom slowly began to discover how tickling exactly worked, and he cursed himself, Anne, Venom and the entire world for this embarrassing situation.
“Making threats huh. Is this all... that bad?” Venom’s clawy fingers began to wiggle. Prodding into Eddie’s shirt-covered torso, curiously seeking reactions, and Eddie twitched and squirmed in his grip.
“GAHa! Nonono V, I’m warning y-haha!” Venom grinned in satisfaction.
“There it is, the tingly feeling. This feels nice.” Eddie kept his eyes squeezed shut again and he kicked and struggled against the invading tickles. His arms continued to flail and swing in order to defend himself, but did nothing but make Venom more teasy and playful.
This was out of this world. Venom was feeling good from him being tickled. This was just all sorts of wrong, and he felt how his struggling and kicking tired him out as more laughter kept flowing out of him.
“You are moving so much. Let me help you.” Eddie’s eyes shot open and widened when a second tentacle joined the game, wrapping around his wrists and stretching him out for the tickle-hungry monster right in front of him.
“NO! D-dohohon’t you dare- ahhaha! Not helping!” There was no weirder display than this twisted situation in his kitchen. Venom was going all out, finding more and more ways to make him howl with laughter, to make it feel as if his body was bursting from all these sensations.
Venom’s claws pushed up his shirt and drove Eddie mad by how they traced lightly over his bare skin.
“NHAHA- Venohohom! Please no, aaahaha!” Venom made a hilarious purring sound, but did not stop the tickling.
“Sorry Eddie. I am intrigued. By this feeling. And by your.. singing and dancing.” Eddie shook his head, tears dripping on his cheeks, and he tried to gather his breath.
“NAhahat-dancii- aahaha wait no not thehehere! Veehehe!” He started to thrash around especially when Venom got to his armpits, and he felt him scribble the skin light enough not to leave scratches, but bad enough to tickle the living daylights out of him.
He was shaking his head so frantically that the tickle monster with him in its clutches suddenly slithered out his tongue, wrapping it around his neck tightly enough to keep his head in place. The tip of his tongue flicked against his neck, adding more ticklish sensations to the overwhelming experience.
“You’re kihihiilling meeehehe! Stahahap!” Venom cocked his head but didn’t stop.
“We are both feeling good though.” That damn monster should learn to speak for himself. Eddie kicked his legs, but Venom’s tentacle holding onto his middle slid down to hold onto his legs, so now he was really stretched before him like some piece of meat ready to be eaten.
“Nohohot meee! S-stop thihis instaaaant!” Eddie’s shame for his laughter was long gone by now. All he could worry about was the next level of shame: if Venom would tickle him to the point of wetting his pants, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself and this damn monster.
“I’ll f-fuhuhuckin pee!” Venom glanced down at his crotch and back up.
“That can happen?” Eddie hated him for sounding like a child who was excited to find out if he really could.
“I s-swear, you don’t wanna find out,” Eddie wheezed. Venom had stopped the tickling by now, so this was his chance to negotiate.
“Are you okay?” Eddie sighed. He couldn’t believe this beast.
“No! I told you to stop many times! I am not okay. Let go of me,” he demanded. Venom stared at him for a long time and then finally released him. Eddie slumped onto the floor and he felt Venom re-enter him. It was over.
“You were feeling funny. And I was feeling good. I don’t see a problem.” Eddie rolled his eyes and laughed in disbelief.
“Feeling funny must’ve been my worst description of tickling. It’s like torture.”
“But you were laughing. You seemed happy, even though you were begging like a baby.”
“Yes, I was laughing. It’s a reflex. But just because it makes you feel good, you can’t just go and restrain me and...”
“Tickle you.” At least he had learned how to use the verb.
“Yes. You can’t do that, it’ll kill me. I am too ticklish. I am making this a new rule. No tickling,” he said. Venom was quiet for a moment.
“But it feels even better than when we jerk oー”
“Venom. You can’t tickle me anymore. It’s bad for me, my body, my dignity.”
“Which dignity?” That little...
“If you won’t let me tickle you at all, I’m afraid we might go on a nightly tour tonight. Those horses last time were delicious.” Eddie closed his eyes dramatically. This negotiation was going the wrong way.
He had made his point clear to Venom how he hated waking up in his bed, bare feet cold, bruised and dirty, and his shirt and bed sheets soaked with blood. Blood that seemingly came from poor defenseless horses that Venom had decided to snack on that night while he was in a deep sleep.
“...Once a week. And no longer than you did just now,” Eddie finally said, knowing that Venom had even worse things to blackmail him with, so he’d better get this over with soon.
“I was thinking once a day. Eating is also a daily necessity.”
“V, you tickle me for your own pleasure. That’s entirely different. Fine then, two days a week. And only in my apartment, don’t you dare pull that trick outside.”
“Five days? You do think of your own pleasure every night, Eddie. Why are youー”
“Three days, that’s my final offer,” Eddie interrupted Venom impatiently.
“Deal.” Eddie couldn’t believe it. And so it was a fact that they made a deal that Venom would get the right to tickle him every other day, inside his apartment, and Eddie had pushed onto using ‘parasyte’ as his safeword, and Venom had added the condition that Eddie “shouldn’t be a pussy and exaggerate,” for he survived the tickling just now as well, and his body seemed juuust fine.
And so, as life with Venom grew a little easier every day, it also got harder every day, and Eddie had no idea how he was going to deal with getting tickled to death everytime for Venom’s own pleasure, but oh well, there were worse things. Just like he had to learn to live with a symbiote inside him, he’d also have to learn to live with this. How funny.
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Salad is a Four Letter Word
Soooooo Venom seems to be popular again, especially with my new pal @ticklishdeadpool so this one is for you, buddy! 🍻
While I don't think I'm going to see the new movie I did decide to dig into my graveyard of abandoned fics. Found this WIP that I had started after the first movie came out and have now filled in all the gaps for your viewing pleasure. It was a little tricky as I haven't seen the movie in awhile, but hope I did okay. For that reason, I probably won't be writing anymore Venom fics for the current time, but at least this one will be out there now.
It's a totally nonsense-type of fic. lol Didn't really have anywhere that I was going with it so it had been abandoned, but still just fun, silly interactions between Eddie and Venom. With tickles of course! Me, write a fic without tickling? 🤣 Good one.
If you have a flesh-loving alien inside of you, you don't threaten to force him to eat salad. 😆
Venom (Movieverse)
Word Count: 2,546
"What are we doing here? We don't like this place."
Eddie let out an exasperated groan as he stood in the lobby of the hospital, waiting for the elevator to come back down.
"I already told you, Anne just wants to be safe and have Dan check me out. You know, just in case my body is having any adverse effects to you practically living inside me."
"We can assure you it is not," Venom gave an offended growl from inside of him just as the elevator doors opened.
"Yeah, well as much as I'd like to believe you we'll let the body scan decide that," Eddie nodded as he stepped into the elevator and pushed the button to the correct floor.
"Eddie doesn't trust us," the symbiote accused, prompting Eddie to roll his eyes as they moved up the floors of the building. For a powerful super alien from outer space he could sure be sensitive sometimes.
"Shut up, it's not that it's just that I need proof. I'm a reporter, and I like to have the facts."
"The fact is you're being a traitorous piece of shit."
The elevator finally stopped as they reached the selected floor and Eddie walked out into the hallway. He sighed heavily once he stopped in front of the door to Dan's office; his eyes looking up towards the ceiling as if trying to find his calm.
"Tell you what, if you behave here then we'll go get some McDonald's after this. Fair?"
"....Ok, deal. But lets make it a quick visit! I'm hungry!"
"You're always hungry," Eddie shook his head as he opened the door where the doctor and Anne were waiting.
"Hi Eddie, really nice to see you again," Dan welcomed him as he stood up from his desk and walked around to shake Eddie's hand.
"You too. Uh sorry we're late. My alarm didn't go off, and when I was trying to get out the door Venom was being his usual primadonna self and-Gaah!" Eddie grunted when a single symbiote tendril reached out and poked him in the ribs, just under the armpit.
"Keep talking, Eddie," Venom hissed threateningly; his head popping out from his host's back and wrapping himself over the wide shoulders.
"Well now I see who wears the pants in this relationship," Dan laughed, but it died out when Eddie gave him an annoyed glare, not finding his joke amusing in the slightest.
"It's a good thing you're a doctor and not a comedian."
"And it's a good thing you're a reporter and not a giant loser....oh wait," Venom snickered to himself while Eddie glared back at him.
"That's it. Deal's off."
"NOOOOO!!!" Venom wailed in sorrow as Eddie gave a smug grin and reconfirmed his earlier comment.
"See? Primadonna."
"Come on, guys, take it easy. This will all be quick and painless," Anne tried to break it up, though always finding their antics to be amusing.
"Yeah, it shouldn't be bad at all. Very standard procedure. So if you're ready we can get this all underway."
Eddie was then handed a hospital gown to change into as Dan led the way down to the lab.
.......................................
"Alright, buddy, we're gonna do an MRI now, and I know you don't like that so take a hike for a minute," Eddie instructed the alien as he gestured a thumb away from himself.
"Do I have to?"
"Just do it, would ya?"
"Ohhh ok," Venom grumbled as he seeped out of Eddie onto the floor, mostly forming into a blob, but with a serpent-like head extending out. Eddie blinked for a moment and then smirked down at the symbiote.
"You know, I never noticed how cute you actually look like that."
"We are not cute!" Venom glared up at him as Anne looked the symbiote over and nodded.
"You kinda are," she agreed with a grin, causing Venom to hiss and slither off out of the room.
"Well lets get this over with before Venom has a heart attack from not eating for thirty minutes," Eddie joked, purposely saying it loud enough for the alien to hear.
"It's been an hour, you prick!"
"Ooooh sorry, one whole hour! Someone better call CPS on me," Eddie rolled his eyes and climbed up onto the table. He then laid down with his arms at his sides as Anne looked back at Dan to give him the go ahead.
"Alright, we're all set. Here goes nothing," Dan said over the speaker as he controlled the conveyor to slide into the tube until only Eddie's legs and feet were sticking out, "Now try not to move and this won't take long."
"Got it," Eddie nodded, but with the position he was in Anne couldn't resist teasing him a little.
"Comfy in there?" Anne grinned playfully, running a finger up the bottom of Eddie's bare foot as the man yelped and jerked his leg.
"He-Hey! Well not when you do THAT!"
"Sorry, it's just too easy," she briefly tickled his other foot receiving another squawk of objection as Eddie pulled up his knees to put his feet flat on the table.
"Heehee, stop it!"
"Get him again, Anne," Venom goaded into the microphone from where he sat next to Dan inside the control room as Eddie yelled back at him.
"Shut your mouth, parasite!"
Dan was trying to remain professional, but had to use his hand to cover his mouth so he could hide his amused smile.
"Lay still, please. Anne, leave the patient alone."
Anne smirked, giving him a wink as she walked away to join Dan and Venom. Once he saw that she was at a safe distance Eddie put his legs back down.
A few moments later the machine came to life and began the in-depth scan, while the three observed on the monitors in the control room. After a minute of looking at the pictures on the screens Dan cleared his throat.
"Hmm. Well that's interesting...," the doctor trailed off in his thought, making Eddie assume something was wrong.
"What? What do you see?! He hasn't been snacking on my organs, has he?! Venom!"
"Actually everything looks perfectly normal. Organs are all intact, no restrictions in your blood flow, heart looks healthy, brain functions are top notch. All in all I'd say you check out just fine. It's incredible," Dan put his hands up in astonishment as he sat back in his chair.
"So you're saying that having Venom inside of him hasn't done any damage whatsoever?"
Anne was just as surprised to learn this new information as Dan shook his head in response.
"Not that I can see, no."
"Told you, pussy," Venom sneered haughtily, slithering out of the control room back into view while the conveyor drew Eddie out of the machine.
"Well that's a relief," Eddie sat up and immediately began putting his clothes back on, "Guess I can sleep better tonight knowing that this parasite inside me isn't leeching off of my body so much."
"That can easily change if Eddie keeps calling us names...," the symbiote growled as Eddie just shook his head with an amused smirk. Dan then walked out into the room, scribbling some notes onto a clipboard.
"Alright, well since we're all done with that it's safe for Venom to get back into your body now."
"Yes!" Venom whooped as he quickly hurled himself at Eddie, knocking him back onto the table.
"Hey! Watch it!" Eddie grunted as he then found himself forced off of the table to his feet.
"Come on, lets go Eddie! Now!" Venom shouted as he took control and yanked Eddie's body across the room towards the door much to the surprise of the other two.
"Uhh, goodbye?" Anne gave an awkwardly half-wave.
"I promised him McDonaaaaaaald's!" Eddie's voice faded as Venom violently drug him out of the room.
A SHORT WHILE LATER....
"Happy now?" Eddie asked with a sickened frown as he recanted watching Venom devour over ten quarter pounder cheeseburgers. The alien belched in response from inside of him as they walked down the sidewalk.
"Yes. That will probably hold us over for another hour or so."
"You know, you're a pretty expensive date," Eddie groaned as he looked into his wallet, only having a few dollars remaining now.
"Would you rather we ate a human instead?"
"Uhhh no, heh. No, I'd appreciate if you didn't do that," he laughed nervously as he glanced around at all the people on the busy street that Venom could easily snatch up if he so desired.
"Well then you shouldn't complain. Besides, you love us."
"In a really screwed up kinda way, yeah I guess so," Eddie smirked, "Now shut up, will ya? People are gonna think I'm crazy if they see me walking around and talking to myself."
"People already think we are crazy," Venom pointed out, making Eddie shake his head.
"Not complete strangers. Now not another word until we get back home. Got it?"
"But Eddie we can't stay quiet that long..."
Eddie just kept his mouth closed, pretending he didn't hear anything.
"Eddie...."
Still Eddie continued to ignore him
"EddieEddieEddieEddieEddie!"
Eddie just continued facing forward as he focused on getting back to his apartment down the street.
"Ignore me will you...," Venom then grinned slyly as he crept out underneath Eddie's jacket to stay unseen and then gently squeezed the man's shirt covered ribs, making his body jerk in an unusual fashion.
"Gggnnh! You little...!" Eddie yelled just as he was passing a mother with her child, who looked at him accusingly as she pulled her daughter closer and hurried on.
"I'm...I'm sorry, I didn't mean....Not her, I just....," he tried to explain himself as he stammered after them to no avail, hearing the mother mention something to the little girl about, 'That is why you don't do drugs'.
Venom chuckled at how perfect the timing of that had been as Eddie growled.
"Alright, very funny. Now stay still and stay quiet," he muttered, trying not to move his lips too much as his outburst had attracted some unwanted eyes.
He'd made it another half a block before his sides were being attacked again as he stumbled and clamped his arms down.
"Eeheehee!" He gave a high-pitched giggle, prompting some of the street vendors to give him odd looks as he blushed and tried to walk a little faster.
"Will you stop? You're making me look insane."
"Can we talk again?"
"No!" Eddie hissed, "Just keep your fucking mouth shut, and wait until we-Ehahahah!"
The tentacled goo dug into his armpits for a few moments as Eddie squirmed in place and laughed wildly.
"No, not there!" He yelped just as the tickling stopped, looking up to find people had paused on the street to stare at him with curious eyes.
"I uh...heh.....I'm just uhhh....," when he couldn't think of any kind of believable explanation he quickly just turned and walked away again.
"I hate you so much right now," he whispered loudly through gritted teeth, hearing Venom laugh from within and knowing he was getting a big kick out of making Eddie look like a fool.
"Think that's funny? Well guess who's eating nothing but salads for the next week or two."
Venom's snickers immediately were cut off as he was now silent for a moment.
".....You're bluffing," his voice was full of uncertainty and worry and that made Eddie smirk, knowing he had the upper hand now.
"Tickle me again and find out, fucker," Eddie threatened vaguely, and just let Venom stew in his thoughts for now about whether he was being serious or not.
It seemed to work as he had now made it a few blocks without incident, even stopping to have a nice chat with Mrs. Chen when he came across her sweeping up her store front.
"Evening, Mrs. Chen."
"Hello Eddie. Not going to buy a chocolate bar today like usual?"
"No, no chocolate. I was thinking about going on a diet actually," Eddie smirked slightly as he rubbed at his stomach.
"Ohhh, he's not going to like that," she smiled, referring to Venom and knowing that he was the one who had the sweet tooth.
"Well it's for his own good. Besides he's been misbehaving a lot lately so I had to put my foot down. Say you don't happen to sell any saHAAlads, do yoohou?" His body spasmed out of nowhere as the shop keeper gave him a concerned look.
"What's wrong, Eddie? Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm f-INE! I'm juhust....Venom keeps....teehehehehee...I...I gotta go-ho, Mrs. Chen," Eddie stuttered through his giggles as he gave her a wave and continued on his way down the street.
"Don't worry, dear, he'll be back for that chocolate," Mrs. Chen called to Venom with a smile as the alien peeked out from under the back of Eddie's jacket and gave her a wink.
"V! What did I tell you?!" Eddie spat once they were out of earshot, "You really want to eat nothing but salads for a week?!"
All was quiet for a few moments before Venom finally gave a reply that made Eddie's skin crawl.
"Worth it."
A split second later and the tendrils were everywhere on his upper body; this time staying underneath his t-shirt to get directly at the bare skin. They were wriggling all over from his hips and belly all the way up his sides into his armpits, and there was nothing Eddie could do to try to hide his reactions.
The man was in a laughing fit now as he nearly fell over but managed to find his footing and continued to hurry down the sidewalk despite all the people staring at the hysterically laughing man as he went by. The tickling was unrelenting this time as he desperately looked for some kind of escape.
He finally was able to duck down an alleyway, stumbling and tripping over a garbage can as he went further down. After giving a brief look to make sure no one was around he collapsed with his back against a wall and shouted through his laughter.
"Okaaahaay! Okaahaahaaay! Hahahaha! You caahaan tahahalk agahahain! Now pleeeheease st....stop tihihickling meeheee!" His arms uselessly pressed to his sides as he kicked out and squirmed.
"And the salads.....?" Venom pressed with goo squirming up to tickle the reporter's sensitive neck as well, making him squeal out giggles.
"A johohoke! Juhuhust a johohohoke! Ahaahahaheeheehee! Plehehease buhuhuddy! I'm sohohorry!" Eddie shouted for mercy and was grateful when it was granted to him as he tried to calm down and get his breath back. Venom then popped out of his jacket to give him a shit-eating smile.
"Nice of you to come around, Eddie."
"....You're an asshole," Eddie glared playfully at him, giving him a small shove.
"Takes one to know one."
"Yeah? I thought I was a pussy?"
"Yes, but you're our pussy," the symbiote replied as Eddie's face gradually twisted in revulsion.
"Uhhh, thanks? I mean, that hardly sounds like a compliment, but thanks?"
"The best pussy we've ever had," Venom grinned proudly, in his mind thinking that had sounded better as Eddie only sighed and put his face in his palms.
"Please stop."
"Definitely the biggest."
"You can still eat me, right?"
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I love reading your metas! Do you have any for TTG! (2003 comic series) issue#24 ? 👀 (The issue where they switch powers!)
Not yet but I can certainly do one now, lol.
So for those of you who aren't familiar with the issue, it starts with Katarou vs. the Titans, Katarou having somehow stolen the Master of Games' gem necklace from "Winner Take All". They shatter the gem and free the people inside but the gem goes a bit haywire.
And when the dust clears, the Titans have switched powers.
Starfire gets Cyborg's powers, or more rather his cybernetic parts and enhancements, and pretty immediately feels body conscious in them.
Meanwhile Robin...
My gosh look at that smile.
Starfire is, obviously, not too tickled about having Cyborg's powers for the first part of the comic, she's the resident poster girl for body image issues and Cyborg himself struggles with not feeling like a freak in his electronic circuitry on a good day so he gives her a bit of encouragement, which is really quite sweet.
Robin, however, has a very... interesting reaction. The powers swap seems to come with a little bit of a personality shift for Robin.
He is waaaaaaaaay into Starfire's powers lol.
This is adorable to me. Starfire's powers have so much light and energy that it physically affects her mood, and per "Stranded" vice versa. Her powers and her emotions are intrinsically entwined, but in a much more positive fashion than Raven's. They are symbiotic, heat and fire and energy and light, and light-ness to power her flight, uninhibited passion and joy.
Robin having her powers means he naturally, physically, feels lighter, more cheerful, more energetic. And for a boy that so often represses himself emotionally for the sake of the mission it apparently feels amazing.
Tl:dr - He digs her powers yo.
There's a cute bit a little after this, where Robin offers to "return the favor" of Starfire's frequent carrying him into battle.
And Starfire's a little hesitant at first but Robin's reassurances lift her self-conscious dumps away, and she's much happier the next few times we see her.
And then there's one last nice little panel of them being Battle Couple together.
Adorable.
#robstar#robin#starfire#teen titans go!#scans#meta: ship or character appreciation#meta: ship or character analysis
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Need more fics (send me your own writing even) of tfp soundwave adopting some random sparkling on earth. Like I have the plot but not the writing motivation right now
- Sparkling shows up on earth (groundbridge malfunction? Terrans esq situation? Just a baby for some reason? That's up to you)
- autobots vs decepticons, who can reach the sparkling first. Decepticons do, to the autobots dismay.
- autobots over hear vehicons, believe the sparkling is getting lowkey tortured. They comm megatron to see the sparkling and like proof that it is okay. Megatron informs them it's 100% fine and go luck getting it back
- "What do you mean good luck getting it back?"
- Megatron turns the camera around, Soundwave (I personally hc he gets a different frame to accommodate the sparkling because host coding is telling him 'new symbiote, new symbiote') is entertaining the sparkling. Whether it be tickling their stomach, bouncing them on his knee, or having them tucked against his side while watching monitors.
- autobots lowkey flabbergasted.
From there it's just classic silly sparkling shenanigans but I feel like for a bot who takes care of lil guys we don't see it alot.
I think it would also be cool for a fic where he kidnaps the prime kid(s) and then realizes that not only are they sentient but actually sparklings.
#yikes talks#soundwave#transformers prime#transformers#tfp#writing prompt#maybe i will write it one day but honestly i would love anyone to give it a shot or dm me already written fics with this basis
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Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Man!Male Reader
You were a member of the spider society, rising quickly to be part of the small circle of Miguel’s most valued members due to your agility and strength even with your strong, tall stature. You and Miguel had a complicated relationship. At least on his end. The man was curious about your quiet nature and selfless behavior. You were a man of few words, being both a Spider-Man as well as hosting a symbiote from your world. You had a dedication to the cause that could compare with Miguel, even placing it over your physical health. Today, Miguel’s carelessness as well as your lack of self care would hit you like a truck.
Part One | Part Two | Part Three
cw: masturbation (male), hand obsession, size diff (mentioned), sexual tension (?), sexual implications, use of y/n
Please give criticism 🙏 this is my first time writing as a whole so I’m so sorry if the format is weird and/or if the summary is ass. ALSO THIS IS REALLY LONG (imo) SO I APOLOGIZE. 😭 And pls tell me if i should make a part two. (edit: okay, i calculated and its 5.2K words lmao... my bad)
You don’t remember the last time you visited HQ or even your own dimension. You’d been traveling to various earths and hunting down located anomalies per Miguel’s order.
Your physical conditions were never a worry to you while on your expeditions, simply stitching up whatever injuries you endured before carrying on. Miguel would protest to this behavior of yours, requesting that you return back to HQ for proper medical attention, but you’d quickly dismiss his precautions, having Venom keep your injuries wrapped under it’s tar-like material to avoid bursting any stitches when you were busy tackling your objectives.
You rarely fully involved Venom in your missions. It never objected to your request to remain tucked away while you worked, understanding that you preferred to rely on your own strength to take down opponents.
Miguel sent you on a new array of missions about two weeks ago. They were rather easy for someone of your skill, though it did get annoying when one enemy turned into two, then three, and so on in just one mission. These hiccups never stunted your performance, but they didn’t fail to stress Miguel out. You didn’t fully understand why the man was so anxious whenever you’d go on your missions. He never showed the same worry for the other members of the Spider Society, so what was so different about you?
Miguel had been spending most of his days in his office since you left, his earpiece being filled with the sounds of battle as you took down anomalies on the other end. You preferred not to speak, but with Miguel’s insistence, you were forced to make some noise for him every so often to ease his nerves, whether it be a grunt or a hum. Depending on your mood, some days you’d find it to be overbearing and on better ones, you’d find it to be almost comforting.
‘What is wrong with me.’ Miguel thought to himself, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He’d been sitting in his office chair, clicking around on his keyboard as he watched your marker on the map traveling miles in minutes as you moved around a random Earth, searching for a rumored anomaly. Everything had been going well until he’d heard you breathing heavily on the other end as you stopped to rest for a moment, you raspy pants tickling his ear. He’d immediately dismissed Lyla as he felt his pants tighten at the noises you made, resting his hand over the forming tent in his suit. Fuck, he had to hear your voice. He needed to.
“Y/n? You alright?” Miguel spoke through the earpiece, trying to hide the shakiness in his voice. Y/n didn’t reply with words, opting to hum in acknowledgement. No, that wasn’t enough for Miguel. “Y/n?” Y/n groaned in annoyance at his insistence, but the noise was like heaven in Miguel’s ear. Much more than what he was requesting. “I’m fine.” Y/n replied curtly before continuing his search, his stationary marker starting to move on the map again.
Miguel’s mind was already wandering when he heard y/n groan, but hearing your voice after radio silence for days? He already had a fantasy forming in his head now. There were too many days where you’d hover over him as he briefed you on an upcoming mission, his mind muddled with ideas of you bending him over the table, ripping his suit open and just fucking him over the surface. “Y/n.” Miguel unintentionally groaned out as he pulled his pants down just enough to release his cock from its confines.
“Hm?” Y/n responded in an undertone, oblivious to the intentions behind Miguel’s voice. Miguel pressed a hand over his mouth. He didn’t mean to call your name aloud. “Y-You’re approaching the signal.” Miguel spoke quickly, his heart fluttering at his slip up. You hummed in acknowledgment, a bit confused on why he had to announce it since he equipped your wristwatch with a mini map, but you dismissed it. Miguel quickly muted his mic on the earpiece to avoid making the same mistake. He looked down at his semi, the cool air making it all the more sensitive.
He dipped one of his hands down, sliding his thumb over the slit of his cock as the other turned the volume up on his earpiece, listening to your heavy breathing as you swung through an abandoned city. “Fuck, please.” Miguel murmured under his breath, his eyes fluttering shut as he slid his hand down his length, imagining your larger, calloused hands in its place.
He had to lower the volume of his earpiece to near silence, the sound of the wind hitting your side of the mic disrupting his thoughts. Miguel lightly gripped his cock, sliding his hand back up to the tip, a bead of pre forming at the motion. Gods, he needed to just tell you, but he knew it wasn’t that simple. You were nearly ten years younger than him, being only 23 years old compared to his 30 years of age. You wouldn’t want someone as old as him, much less a man. You probably had women clinging to your arms in your world, and the thought evoked a flare of jealousy in his chest.
Fuck, what would you think of him if you saw him like this? Thrusting into his hand at just the sound of your voice and faraway fantasies.
You’d been making rounds around this damned city. The place was desolate but somehow a fellow spider managed to spot an anomaly when they accidentally entered in the wrong number in an attempt to portal to their own world. Your wristwatch was picking up on a thermal presence, yet you just couldn’t find it. ‘I swear, if it’s underground, I’m dragging Miguel here to take care of this, multiverse be damned.’ You thought to yourself as you swung between rusting skyscrapers.
Your thoughts were cut off by your watch beeping, detecting a thermal signal in close range. That’s weird. You’d already scoured this area. It must’ve moved in the time that you were on the other side of the city. Your eyes were focused on the watch too closely to notice another presence approaching your side. Another anomaly. Wonderful.
Your senses kicked off but it wasn’t as quick as this creature. You were already airborne before you were launched through the window of a skyscraper you were passing, a rib cracking under the pressure your left side endured. ‘Light work.’ You thought to yourself as you kicked up off the floor of the office level you landed in, planting your feet down before launching out the side you were thrown into. You swung your way up to the roof of the high rise, your eyes scanning the surrounding area for the anomaly.
A figure darted across the street below, prompting you to jump off. You never voiced it, but you always loved the adrenaline rush that came with hunting down anomalies. You were a bit surprised at the lack of noise on Miguel’s side of the earpiece, but the thought was quickly brushed aside as you broke your fall with your webs before running into the building the figure was seen entering, your watch leading the way. You ran down multiple sets of stairs, the rapping of the creatures claws along the tiled floor guiding you along.
You shot a web at the side of the creature from the top of the stairway before it could round a corner. You yanked it towards you, disregarding the fact that your feet lost contact with the floor as the two of you met in the middle, tumbling down the stairwell with your bulky arms wrapped around the damned thing. You were able to land a few punches against the hybrid’s feathered body before you were forced to focus on its talons sinking into the muscles of your thigh. You hissed in pain, forming claws on your own hands with Venom’s help before gripping its ankle with one hand and stabbing your claws into the scaled skin above it.
The fucking thing screeched and gods was it loud, nearly forcing Venom to recede back into you before it used its other clawed foot to hit your chest, slamming your back into the stairwell. You gritted your teeth in pain, a drip of blood dripping down your mask from the cut on your brow due to the previous fall. The creature rounded the corner immediately, disappearing from your sight. ‘Of course it’s smart.’ You thought to yourself begrudgingly, your muscles a bit tense from the mission you just pursued prior to entering this world. “Miguel.” You spoke into your mic. No response. No time to wait.
You quickly got to your feet before darting around the corner, suddenly realizing the setting. Of course it lured you to a fucking subway. You were quick on your feet, jumping down to the railway platform before darting down the tunnel, your sharp ears picking up on the sound of the creature’s claws scratching against the metal of the railing as it ran from you. You’d ran so far that you made it to another underground subway stop, spotting a new creature lingering in the area.
‘Here’s the second fucker.’ You thought to yourself as Venom reformed claws around your fingers. You jumped from the railway up to the tiled floor of the platform. The creature spotted you, quickly leaping at you as you returned the gesture. You noted the difference in strength in this one compared to the first anomaly you came across, easily overpowering this one. Just when you were about to sink your claws into its neck, you were launched off to the side, slamming into a solid wall behind you. Another rib cracked at the impact. Wonderful.
The first bastard was back. The two creatures stood side by side as you used the wall as support to rise to your feet. The two freaks of nature stalked around you before launching forward.
“Venom.” You growled out. It didn’t hesitate, enveloping your body in its black tar-like body. You immediately threw the stronger one back, sending it over the platform and onto the railway as you focused your attention on the weaker anomaly.
You were able to land a multitude of hits on this one, weakening it. Just when you were about to stab your claws into its chest, the stronger one recuperated, releasing a deafening scream that incapacitated you, forcing Venom to recede back inside you. The ground shook from the scream, the beams at the subway shaking as dust fell from the ceiling.
‘Fuck, I need to focus on that one or this rusty building is going down on all three of us.’
You were alone now, the scream forcing Venom to retreat. You made circles with the creature, the weaker of the two still recovering on the floor. You made the first move, webbing the feet of the anomaly to the floor before landing a kick straight in its chest.
The creature slammed against another beam. Fuck. Bad move. The ceiling shook again, an unsettling sound of creaking above them. The building was going to collapse at this rate. You needed to keep these two down here while getting back to ground level so you wouldn’t get stuck or worse, killed under the rubble.
“Miguel.” Silence. What the fuck was he doing right now? Just when you were about to approach the now weakened anomaly, you felt the muscle in your thigh tense. You dropped one knee, accidentally slamming it against the tiled floor. You gritted your teeth, the muscle cramping from overworking yourself. Miguel had warned you, and now you were experiencing the outcome. In the midst of Venom attempting to reform around you, you were tackled from behind. The second one was back up.
You swung your now clawed fingers back, moving to plunge your hand into the chest of this anomaly. You were cut short as the other let out another ear-piercing screech, forcing Venom to retreat yet again. The entire bottom level shook now. ‘This building’s going down.’ You thought to yourself. “Miguel,” you shouted into the earpiece, “I need backup, I’m under the apartment buildi—,” your words were cut short as the infrastructure gave out, sending you into darkness.
Miguel was in the midst of cleaning himself up when he heard the low sound of a rumble on the other side of his earpiece. He immediately raised the volume on his earpiece. ‘Shit, shit shit,’ he though to himself, ‘I wasn’t paying attention.’ “Y/n, what’s your status?” Miguel quickly spoke into the mic, turning Lyla back on. Lyla’s hologram reappeared, about to crack a joke before noticing Miguel’s panicked expression as he looked at his monitors, rapidly typing on the keyboard. “Shit—Lyla, call Jess and Hobie to HQ now,” he said quickly before shouting into the earpiece, “Y/n, give me a status update!” Silence. A deadly silence that was interrupted a few minutes later by the sound of a weak wheeze. Y/n.
“Fuck, y/n, what’s your status?” Miguel spoke quickly into his earpiece as he connected the audio to a walkie-talkie. Jessica entered Miguel’s office, Hobie following a few feet behind her. You couldn’t get a word out, a piece of rubble pressing against your torso, cutting your breaths short. Another weak wheeze, this time coming from the walkie. Jessica froze at the noise before quickly swinging up to Miguel’s platform. “Who is that? Is that—Don’t tell me that’s y/n.” She said quickly. Hobie was already analyzing the holographic map on Miguel’s desk, typing the coordinates for your marker into his wristwatch before creating a portal. “Let’s go.”
You let out another weak wheeze, groaning in pain when the rubble shifted. Your right ankle was stinging, likely sprained, and your knee cap fractured from it hitting the tiled floor prior to the collapse. Your side felt wet and the rebar poking out of a chunk of concrete next to you easily explained why. The screech from the anomaly must’ve ruptured an eardrum, since you could feel the ticklish trickle of blood leaking out of your ear. Your earpiece was knocked out, hidden somewhere in the rubble that pinned you down as you heard the distant sound of Miguel’s panicked voice coming from it. ‘Wonderful timing, boss.’ You thought to yourself as you let out a pained coughed, your throat coated in dust. Your vision started to fade in the midst of you trying to count how many fractures your ribs incurred.
The trio wasn't enough to get you out of the rubble, having to call over a dozen other spider people to aid in the search for you. The only thing keeping Miguel’s hopes up was the presence of a pulse that your wristwatch was picking up, Lyla closely monitoring it for any changes as per Miguel’s orders. He could feel his heart cracking at the edges at the sight of a few spider people gently pulling your unconscious body from under the rubble. They immediately applied pressure to your side due to a large gash from a piece of rebar as Miguel quickly opened a portal back to HQ, rushing you to the medical wing of the building.
Your eyes were hazy when you opened them, taking a few moments to adjust to the bright hospital lights, though the dizziness stayed. You reached a hand up to the nasal cannula, taking note of the tug from the IV in your arm. An IV. A cannula. Bright lights. You hated hospitals with a passion. You shot up in the bed, your body wracked with pain from both a terrible concussion as well as the broken ribs. Strong hands firmly gripped your shoulders, gently guiding you to lay back down on the bed as a soothing voice murmured to you, though you couldn't make out the words. You complied, reluctantly, though majorly because you didn't have the strength to protest.
Your eyes fluttered shut as you focused on a breathing technique to try and ease some of the pain from your array of broken and fractured ribs, though the pain was still agonizing even when you inhaled. Thank god for your pain tolerance, or this could be a lot more unbearable than it already is. You could faintly hear Miguel's unintelligible voice, but he kept a low tone to accomodate your ruptured eardrum. You felt soft fingers stroking the top of your left hand. Jess. She was on your left, Miguel on your right. You could feel a weight on your left leg. Pavitr. Gods, the boy looked up to you like you were an older brother to him. You couldn't imagine how stressed he must be to see you in this state.
You opened your eyes again after about ten minutes, slowly blinking as you let your eyes adjust to the harsh lighting above you. After you finally gained a good enough level of clarity, your sharp eyes began darting around the room, grabbing every little detail you could pick up without tilting your concussed head. You made eye contact with Jessica, who was tracing soft patterns into your forearm as she looked at you, a soft look in her eyes. She was like an older sister to you in a way, and even though you never acknowledged this, she knew.
Your eyes shifted over to Pavitr, who was sat in a chair closer to the end of the bed, practically hugging the lower half of your left leg. You had a brace around your right ankle and could feel the tight gauze wrapped around your thigh, hidden under the blankets. Your abdomen felt very snug, being tightly wrapped in gauze as well due to what you assumed was that wet feeling on your side from when you were under the rubble. The cut on your brow had a stitch and your lip was busted.
You could feel the tickle of Miguels breath against your upper arm, but you never looked over at him. His left hand was gripping your thick tricep like a lifeline while his right remained intertwined with yours. You refused to look at the man, and rightfully so. Had he been paying attention instead of getting distracted by god knows what, you wouldn't be in this uncomfortable situation. "Summary?" You asked Jessica in a raspy voice, your eyes were half-lidded as they focused on Pavitr's sleeping figure.
Miguel answered for Jessica. It ticked you off. You didn't want to hear his voice right now. "Sprained ankle, laceration in your right side, two fractured ribs, three broken, grade three concussion, gash in your right thigh, fractured knee cap, and a few cuts and bruises," Miguel replied quickly, "your lung collapsed, so you had a chest tube in but it was removed yesterday morning." You had a question on the tip of your tongue, but you knew Miguel would answer it before Jess could. "You've been out for six days." Miguel murmured, unknowingly answering said question. "We were worried sick." Bullshit. You had to resist the urge to say it aloud. This wouldn't have happened had he been paying attention and heard at least one of your three call outs.
Jess could see the anger flickering in your narrowed eyes as you focused on Pavitr again in an attempt to calm your nerves. She could feel your fingers twitching against her hand as you took quiet breaths. She was sure Miguel could feel the motions in your fingers too, since the man had his hand tightly threaded with yours. You didn’t have energy to be angry right now. You could feel a wave of exhaustion coming over you, making your eyelids heavier than they already were. You succumbed to the feeling, your eyes slowly shutting.
‘He didn’t even look at me.’ Was a repetitive thought in Miguel’s head over the next few weeks. He took notice in that behavior. How could he not? He didn’t blame you, but it didn’t stop him from feeling a flicker of jealousy when he saw you and your goddamn face on the cameras and how you looked at all the spider people who visited you with kindness. You even gave little smiles to a few with that pretty face of yours—Fuck, he needed to talk about that.
Miguel didn’t get too many chances to visit you throughout the weeks and when he did manage to, you were already asleep by the time he got there. He’d pull a chair next to your bed, staring at you in ways he didn’t could only dream of compared to when you were awake. He'd spend a few hours every other night just… analyzing you. Counting every vein that traveled up your forearm, staring at the thick lashes on your lower waterline, the broad chest that peeked out of your hospital shirt—Gods, how could you be equal parts pretty and handsome?
Tonight was the same routine, Miguel had snuck into the medical wing way past visiting hours, slinking into your hospital room. He stood in the doorway, listening to the quiet whistling sound your nose made when you inhaled as confirmation that you were asleep. He stepped in, sliding the door shut behind him before grabbing a chair at the entry, picking it up and gently setting it on the floor at your bedside.
He took a seat before pulling a small metal object from his pocket. A nail clipper. Miguel had noticed that your nails had gained a bit of length, not much, but enough for him to notice. Definitely not because he wanted a reason to touch your hands. He carefully sat himself on the edge of your hospital bed before gently lifting your hand that still had an IV in it.
The horny bastard nearly moaned at how heavy your hand felt in his. How were you so strong? You barely had free time to work out with how often you were hunting anomalies and there was no way chasing those guys alone would be enough, right? He carefully set your hand on his thigh, the warmth emitting from you causing a smile to spread across his face. Gods, this felt wrong.
The room was silent besides the occasional clicking noise of the nail clipper as he worked through your first hand, making sure to carefully round the edges of your nails. Your hands were so nice, saliva pooling in Miguel’s mouth that he had to swallow down as he ran the pads of his fingers over every vein that traveled up the top of your hand. His mind was wandering and god your fingers were thick. The thoughts came before he could stop them, imagining you sliding your heavy digits into his mouth, coating them in his saliva before sliding them inside him one by one—
Miguel leaned over you, gently lifting your untreated hand to rest in his before he began repeating the same ministrations he gave to the first. The closer proximity made the scent of you in his nose even stronger. Your musk was a bit of everything: comforting, arousing, warm, familiar. If he could have it as a cologne, he would. ‘Fuck, is something wrong with me?’ Miguel thought to himself as he leaned towards you, his nose inching closer to the pulse in your neck.
He couldn’t help himself, gently laying your hand back in its original position before dipping down, pressing his nose against the delicate skin of your neck. ‘Something’s wrong with me.’ He inhaled deeply, having to suppress a moan in his throat at the smell of you. He planted his hands next to your hips. Oh my god, speaking of which, your hips just seemed to move so fluidly with you when you walked. It wasn’t like you were just blatantly swaying them, but Miguel noticed the way they seemed to rise and lower in sync with your bulky thighs as you moved around his office.
‘You’re tempting me on purpose, you have to be.’ Miguel thought to himself as he indulged further, letting the tip of his cold nose press against the side of your throat as he breathed you in. ‘I’ve never acted like this about anyone in my life before. Why’re you so easy to obsess over?’ Miguel found himself watching the medical wing’s security cameras in his time, watching as you walked in the hall with Jess, using the wall as a slight support. You looked like a leviathan in the hallway, your tall, broad stature taking up a large portion of the hall and dwarfing Jessica. You had no idea how arousing just the sight of you was.
Miguel’s thoughts were cut off by the feeling of your firm, calloused hands wrapping around his waist, spreading your warmth to those areas. Miguel nearly choked on his breath, absolutely refusing to meet your gaze right now. He couldn’t look you in the eyes. God no. You just caught him in the fucking act.
Miguel kept his head tucked under your chin, a warm feeling coiling in his gut at the realization that your hands wrapped nearly entirely around his waist. How the hell was that even possible? The man was 6’9 yet you managed to make him feel small. How were you even possible? Oh my god, he couldn’t even imagine the view you’d get if you were to wrap those hands around his waist, keeping him in place as you pounded into hi—
“Miguel.”
You felt your hand twitch at the feeling of something cold brushing against your neck. A nurse? Or maybe just a nip of the cold breeze that carried throughout the wing? Nope. ‘Y/n.’ You weren’t thinking that. Why would you repeat your own name? Oh right, you aren’t alone in your body. ‘Venom?’ There was a moment of silence in your conscious. ‘That… man is here again. The human. The weird one.’ ‘Miguel?’ A beat of silence yet again. Venom didn’t like saying the man’s name, preferring to lightheartedly insult him when describing him. You’d always brushed off Venom’s insistence that Miguel had a thing for you. ‘He’s touching you. Again.’ It’s voice was a hiss. ‘What?’
You woke up before you could get a response, your eyes quickly adjusting to the dark room, Miguel’s sturdy figure illuminated by the moonlight peeking into the room. You could feel him twitch and his breath catch when you wrapped your hands around his noticeably narrow waist. Why you chose his waist, you didn’t know, the motion being almost instinctual. You could tell he didn’t want to look at you. How could he, when you just caught him practically burying his face into your neck? You had to break the silence, as much as you hated speaking.
“Miguel.”
Silence in response to your husky voice. You slid your hands up his waist, gripping the sides of his chest before pulling him away, taking note of how your thumbs pressed into the plump edges of his pecs. Miguel’s eyes were trained on your neck as his hands rested against the large muscle of your shoulders. His face was red. So red. This wasn’t Miguel. This didn’t look like the man who so easily scolded others and had a resting bitch face for hours on end. Or at least it didn’t look like it.
“Miguel.”
Your voice was a lot firmer this time, catching Miguel’s full attention as he slowly looked up at you, an innocent look in his eyes. Who was this? Surely this wasn’t the leader of the Spider Society in your hospital room. Who was this little minx that slinked into your room while you were unconscious? “Explain yourself.” You wanted to say more, but the soreness of your throat said otherwise. “I-I was cutting your nails.” Miguel’s voice was shaky. You never heard the man like this before. “And?” You asked inquisitively. He was silent, his eyes darting between each of your sharper ones. “And I was… checking your pulse…?” Miguel’s voice was nearly silent now, an obvious hesitation in his voice.
“You’re a wonderful liar, boss.” You stared him down, your piercing gaze practically demanding an answer. “I was smelling you.” He whispered it so quietly, you almost didn’t pick it up with your still recovering eardrum. “Why?” “Because… because I missed you.” Miguel’s voice was a murmur. Missed you? Why the hell did he miss you? “You wouldn’t miss me if you had been paying attention.” You had to address the elephant in the room.
“Y/n—” “No. Explain to me. Because I called out to you thrice and I got zero response.” Not now, not yet. Miguel wanted this conversation to wait till you were fully recovered. His eyes darted to the door he came in through, but you quickly caught on, sliding your hands down to his waist again and tightening your grip. Oh fuck, Miguel had to suppress a whimper at the feeling. “I-I was busy with Lyla and—” “It’s an earpiece. You would’ve heard me. Meaning you either removed it or muted it. Explain why.” “Y/n, please, you should really just—” “What were you doing that was so important?”
Miguel’s mind was reeling. A part of him wanted to run from this conversation but the other was loving the sound of your voice and the feel of your firm grip on his waist. “Y-You should just go back to be—” “Shut up.” Gods, you had an authority in your voice that silenced him immediately. The feeling of your firm finger wrapped around his waist had him tensing his arms, pleading with his body to send the rushing heat elsewhere.
“Miguel. I will tell Lyla to pull up the cameras in your office myself. Or I’ll send Venom to.”
There was no running from this. No way in hell. “I-I was touching myself.” There. It was out now. He said it. Were you happy? Who knows, cause Miguel screwed his eyes shut the moment he said it. “Touching yourself…” Your voice was lower, and had a hint of anger and confusion in it. “Yes.” Miguel practically gasped out the word, his face flaming in his embarrassment. He’d rather just tell the man then have him watch it himself on the cameras. “You expect me to believe that? That you were touching yourself? We were talking and then suddenly you went radio si—…Miguel.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. You connected the dots. Miguel wanted to crawl into a hole.
“Explain it. Now.” Miguel was quick in his response. “Y-You were breathing, and every fucking piece of audio was picked up, and-and I felt this heat in me. And then you groaned and I just—I just…” Your grip tightened around his waist again and Miguel couldn’t help it, letting out a soft whimper at your touch. “You couldn’t help yourself.” You murmured. Miguel nodded his head in shame, opening his eyes again, though they remain focused on your neck again.
“Miguel.” His eyes snapped up to yours, an unmistakable heat in your husky voice. “Go lock the door.”
Miguel stood so quickly that the chair next to your bed nearly got knocked over.
So… are we feeling a part two? 😏 or was this ass? Cause I’ll stop rn. Lmao.
#miguel ohara x reader#miguel o’hara x reader#miguel x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#male reader#miguel o’hara#miguel o’hara x male reader#x male reader#miguel o'hara x male reader#sub miguel o'hara#dom male reader
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!!CW, tentacles, ear/brain stuff!!
So I’ve been thinking of something, and I’d like to run it by you if you wouldn’t mind.
I’ve been looking up at the stars recently and just wondering, what’s really out there, you know?
I mean, it’s not hard to think about it, at least for me.
How infinite the depths of the universe may be.
How within the farthest blackness of our cosmos, there may be a fraction of something there.
A hint of life.
Whatever that life may be, of course.
I like to think it’s something cooler than just a single celled organism, personally.
Like, could you imagine the crazy stuff that lies beyond our comprehension?
I could.
Maybe you could too.
I mean, once you sit down and think about it, that little hint of life could be anything.
That tiny, insignificant dot is something magnificent I bet.
Long, black tentacles.
Some ending in octopus-like grips, ready to wrap around whatever it may want.
Some ending in giant eyes, to search and observe.
All decked out in pure muscle.
After all, something like this has to be pretty strong to hold its prey, right?
Those tentacles could go on for miles I bet.
After all, it’s something beyond our tiny brains.
Hell, it could probably wrap its tentacles around us without any effort.
We’d be at its mercy.
Though I wonder what it would feel like.
Maybe it would feel slimy on your skin, coating you in its aphrodisiac-like mucus to prepare you.
Maybe it would feel rough, much like a snake’s scales, wrapping you up in a tough armor where escape is impossible.
Maybe it would be soft, like a set of comfortable pillows to sink into.
There’s no way to tell really.
Well, unless you’re thinking of how it would feel.
How tight those tentacles would grip your body into its inescapable grasp.
Holding you captive inside of its infinite depths.
But, why would it want us?
I mean, maybe we’d be friendly to it.
Maybe it would be symbiotic in a way, as some creatures are.
Or maybe…it’s curious.
It’s curious of humans.
After all, I doubt it’s seen anything quite like us before.
Maybe that grip is just to keep us secure as it searches up and down your body.
Each tentacle making its way sensually around, feeling you out completely.
Making their way around you, seeing what you’re made of and what use you are.
And then, it finds your eyes.
Meeting yours with its own.
Investigating you.
Absorbing your appearance.
Taking you in.
And then, the colors start.
A pretty pattern inside of its eye.
On its own planet, maybe it’s a form of communication.
To you though, it’s so much more.
It’s quite captivating, isn’t it?
That one, tiny dot of an eye.
Taking up your entire world.
So important to stare into.
After all, it’s trying to communicate to you.
So you just find yourself staring into it.
Lulling you into that perfect pleasurable peace that you love to sink into.
Trying to make out what’s going on.
But, it’s getting harder.
And harder.
And harder.
Harder to think.
Harder to move.
Harder to resist.
Because you’re just so curious.
Trying to figure out what’s going on.
And before you know it, it’s too late.
You’re ensnared.
Enraptured.
Engrossed in its eye.
Those colors taking up your entire world.
So utterly beautiful to fall into its grasp and gaze as you’re slowly engulfed in those familiar feelings.
Relaxation.
Mindlessness.
Emptiness.
Losing yourself in the colors.
Losing your mind in the colors.
Losing control in the colors.
Finding that, as you sink into the colors, your brain starts to dissolve a bit.
Mind coming undone and unraveling in the display taking up your entire world.
All of your attention on the colors as the tentacles take more of you by the second.
Wrapping you tight in the creature’s control.
And the best part is when the creature finds your hole.
No, not that hole.
Your ear.
Sending a tiny tentacle down, tickling as it travels down and takes its time turning your brain topsy turvy.
Because that’s exactly what it does.
Reaching your mind, feeling as the tentacle wraps itself around your empty brain and giving it a nice squeeze.
Your thoughts simply ceasing as it squeezes, seeming to push out your brain’s functions as it does.
And sending a massive shockwave of pleasure as it does.
As if every pleasure center in your body, all at once, squeezes in delight.
Another squeeze, seeming to take its hold over your mind even more as it does.
Each squeeze is another dose of that intense pleasure.
Utterly trapped in its gaze and grip now.
Another squeeze, another dose.
Less of you existing deep within with each squeeze.
Seeming to take a bit of your soul out of your body with each squeeze.
And with one final and earth-shatteringly pleasurable squeeze, your body finally gives way to an orgasm.
Involuntarily giving itself up to the creature just like that.
But, as the pleasure subsides and your thoughts roll out, the creature seems to dissipate into the black void of space once more.
As if it was never there.
The void around you becoming so warm.
So delightful to lay inside of this deep relaxation.
You’ll naturally wake from it, of course.
But for now, maybe you can enjoy the thought of that tiny, insignificant spot in the universe.
You never know what true delights lay upon the cosmos.
Until then, thanks for joining me on this thought.
After all, it’s nice to think about the delights of what our universe can bring us, yeah?
#brainwashing#hypnosis#mind conditioning#mind control#brain drain#hypnotism#hypnotized#hypnosub#covert hypnosis#hypnok1nk#hypnodom#eldritch Hypno
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symbiotic relasionship between a girl with a musk kink and a girl with a tickle kink ♡
u can shove ur face in my armpit as much as you want as long as it tickles enough for me to get off ♡♡
all the giggling and squirming will make me extra sweaty and desperate for you ♡♡♡
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my strawberry sneezed and all the seeds flew off (its not real, but if strawberries really did this dont you think it would be a interesting method to spread their seeds? imagine they have a symbiotic relationship with a bird that loses its feather and it falls to the ground and tickles there nose)
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Ok so I figured out (I think) how to do a request.
Could you please do one where R and Hobie are being gf and bf, but Blob just wants R’s attention and when they see Hobie having all of it Blob is like “Move u ain’t her child 😒”
If you can write that my life would be filled with joy plis 😭🩷🩷🩷🩷
I got you, lovely!! Hope u like it 🫶
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, Cat symbiote AU, Blob the Symbiote cat AU, FLUFF
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You and Hobie are doing your own thing, with the telly on, you rewatch your favourite series whilst you munch on chips, the sound of crunching gets Hobie's attention from his gadget. He's been tinkering on the dining table, brows knitted together in frustration.
Huffing, he calls it a day, fingers stiff and aching from pinching small mechanical parts. Hobie flicka his eyes on an unusually quiet Blob. The symbiote cat purrs on top of the fridge, twin tails swinging from side to side, sweeping the top door. Hobie guesses that Blob has discovered the warmth on top.
Taking the opportunity to finally cuddle you on the couch without the alien in the middle hissing at him. He makes his way towards you, socked feet padding on carpeted floors.
Without warning, he takes the cheesy bag from you, placing it on the coffee table.
You look up at him, mouth full of cheesy goodness, eyes questioning him. “bhat?”
Hobie lays his head on your lap, prompting you to lay your legs flat on the settee. He sighs into your stomach, nosing your shirt, hand splayed over your lower back, hand squished in between you and the couch. He doesn't seem to mind it though, with how his eyes are closed, furrowed brow smoothing out as you trace his spine with your knuckles.
His legs dangle off the arm rest, too tall for the three seater couch.
“Tough day?” You flick your eyes from the telly to his scrunched face.
He groans into your shirt in a reply, you feel the vibration from his throat, tickling you a bit.
“Can you at least get my crisps back before turning me into your pillow?” You fold yourself, to whisper right in his ear, knowing what it does to him.
With your lower back aching, he twists around to aim his webshooter at the snack, snatching it right from the table to his hand.
Hobie hands it to you before he goes back to his previous position.
“Spiderman has saved the day once again.” You announce it like an anchorman from the twenties.
“Dork.” He murmurs into your shirt, leaning slightly to look up at you. “Crisps me.” opening his mouth comedically, you giggle at the sight.
“You’re the dork, dork.” You feed him chips while you watch your show.
Instead of Hobie watching with you, he watches your expressions shift from smiling to a frown. He bets the show is entertaining but he's more interested in watching you laugh and pout at the telly.
You feed him another crisp, Hobie tilts his head when a black mass flashes on your side. In a quick movement that he couldn't even anticipate, Blob has flopped on top of Hobie's face, suffocating him in all his blobby symbiote self.
Hobie rapidly sits up, you dodge his oncoming face. Blob stays attached to his face. For a second you thought he's trying to bond with Hobie again but Blob hisses when Hobie tries to pry the alien off his face.
“Love, a bit of help?” He struggles, Blob's tentacle-like limbs stretch as Hobie moves him further away, but the little symbiote is stuck on him like glue.
You huff, thinking that Blob needs to be trained better at co-existing with Hobie. Scratching the one spot you know Blob can't resist, you coo at him even though you're currently annoyed at the alien. His milky white eyes close, limbs loosening their hold on Hobie's head.
Blob drops like a sack of potatoes on Hobie's lap, triumphantly making his way to your lap. He purrs, curling around himself happily.
“You little shit. I was there first!” Hobie puts his foot down. You stop him with a look, wordlessly telling him an ‘I've got this’. He lets you, crossing his arms on his chest like a kid who didn't get his candy.
You take Blob by his armpits, looking right at his big white eyes. “If you want to cuddle you gotta share. Do you understand, Blobius Cornelius Blobirington? You can't just suffocate Hobie—” he meows like he's arguing back. “Anyone for that matter, you can't just do that. Got it?”
Blob moves his head towards Hobie, glaring his alien eyes towards the man.
“Hey! Play nice.” You place Blob on your shoulder, he immediately splayes himself over, lounging. But you don't see his scowl thrown at Hobie. “See? Compromise. We don't fight for attention.”
“He's literally tryin' to kill me with his stare.” Hobie points at Blob. You crane your neck to look but you only see him happily sleep on your shoulder. “What a wanker.”
“Don’t rile him up. Come back here, the spot’s all yours.” Patting your lap, he crawls over to you still huffing and puffing at how Blob is spoiled.
You just want to watch your show in peace, hopefully they stay asleep until you finish the episode.
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1403
Venom x Eddie
[Fic Reupload] - Venom fic reupload to celebrate the 3rd movie which I'll see tomorrow. This fic is originally from 2020.
Summary: Eddie’s neighbor seems to have forgotten about the scary encounter with Eddie and Venom, and is back to being a noisy prick. While Eddie has gotten used to it, Venom can’t get any rest and decides to troll so they can get their revenge. (Also on AO3)
Word Count: 1.5K
Eddie murmured in his sleep. He squirmed. "Hmmmhm. Hmmmm. Nope."
"Yes." Despite the fact he talked in his sleep, Venom felt how his host’s body was still in a state of rest, while he hadn’t been in hours. His senses were tingling.
That damn neighbor was being loud again. It hadn’t been long since he slowly started to show his old behavior again. As if he’d completely forgotten about Eddie and Venom’s warning to him. Venom had already offered Eddie to chomp his head off, but Eddie had clearly told him no. No, because he is not a bad person. And no, because Eddie could live with it now.
Yeah, easy for him to talk. Venom was restless. Symbiotes could go a long time without rest, but nights like this when Eddie was in a deep sleep and he was lying awake, yeah, those were hella annoying. He had no idea about the time right now, but the neighbor’s noise had continued for long enough to keep him awake, unable to find any sleep.
Venom was bored. He thought about taking Eddie’s body out for a nightly outing again, but remembered last time’s scolding. He had promised to at least leave him peacefully in bed this time. Sigh.
So, out of boredom, he was playing around with his host’s body. Not in a bad way of course. He used Eddie’s own hands to lightly tickle him, but it did not seem to cause any reaction.
Intrigued, Venom continued to try. Eddie murmured some more. Venom’s attempts grew more aggressive. “Yes,” he said again as he tried to tickle Eddie. In the end, Eddie did wake up, but he wasn’t laughing.
“The hell you doin’?” he asked sleepily, and he yawned and stretched out. Venom however pulled his hands back and continued to use Eddie’s own hands to poke and scribble at his tummy.
“Tickling you. Looks like I cannot do it like this. Not with your hands,” Venom said. Eddie rolled his eyes and yawned again.
“We’ve been over this. I can’t tickle myself. Now stop being random and get some sleep.”
“I can’t.”
“How’s that?” Eddie asked, sounding as if he was about to fall asleep again.
“1403,” Venom answered. “1403 has kept me awake again. He is awful.” Eddie chuckled tiredly. “I know, I know. He is quiet now, so get some sleep.”
“We should get him back,” Venom said. “I already told you, no one’s eating him. He’s loud, not bad,” Eddie muttered.
“No eating. We should make some noise too. Show him what it’s like,” Venom said. “Like, right now. He’s probably sleeping.”
“No one’s gonna make any noise,” Eddie said, but he then tensed up when Venom - this time with his sneaky tendrils like he had often done before - tickled his sides teasingly.
“Are you sure?” he asked. He could feel how Eddie’s entire body tensed and tried to fight the sensations.
“Venom - no. Not now, no. No no no, HAh!” Eddie quickly brought his arms over his face to muffle himself, but Venom was having none of that. Taking over control, he moved Eddie’s arms up over his head, and for extra steadiness, restrained them there with his tendrils.
He then formed two claws, and wiggled them eagerly above his host’s stretched out, helpless torso. Eddie only sighed sleepily, his eyes rolling back.
“Venom, noooo. Please no, just let me sleep. What time is it, fucking four in the morning isn’t ihi-AHAhh! You fuhhuckin’ pahaharasite!” Eddie cried out, throwing his head back when Venom dug in without mercy.
“You are going to get louder than that Eddie. We will wake him up,” Venom said excitedly. Tickling Eddie was never boring. He himself felt great whenever he did it. Eddie sounded hilarious. What a lovely instrument, this human tickling-thing.
“HEHEh-NOhahaha!” Venom had often tickled Eddie like this. Mostly during the day. Sometimes the noisy neighbor would be making music at the same time. Other times he was at home, but never said anything.
In the hallway he sometimes looked at them awkwardly, with a judging look. Of course he often heard Eddie laugh so loud the whole building could hear. He was in no place to argue, making noise himself.
Still, doing this, Venom hoped he would be waking up now, curse Eddie Brock’s loud and random laughs and squeals at this time in the night and furiously pull his pillow over his head. Venom chuckled. No. Even with his pillow over his head, he was going to hear Eddie’s laughter. No matter what.
“VEHEH-Venahaha-Venom! NAHaha-pahha-you parasite!” Eddie shrieked when Venom took no moment to build up any longer. He tickled Eddie in multiple places at the same time. His exposed underarms, his ribs, his stomach. He even teasingly wiggled his tongue under his chin before he said, “Come again?”
“PAHAH-PARASITE!” Eddie called him through his hysterical laughter. Venom let out an evil laugh. “Oh, Eddie,” he cooed before even adding a new tickle spot; his hips and waist area got added in the mix. Venom had the power to tickle him in all those places at the same time, and make him laugh like this.
But what he liked about it was that Eddie was calling him parasite, and any wise being would know this only motivated Venom to tickle him more. Rather than argue his way out and claim his night’s rest back, Eddie rather provoked him. Venom loved that. He loved to be provoked, and show Eddie what it would result in.
“As you wish, Eddie,” he said fondly. Eddie’s shirt had been pushed up all the way to his neck, and his tendrils tickled all over Eddie’s bare torso.
“HAAHA! NOT Thehere - Vehehen-VEnahaam! NOhoho!” Eddie roared when Venom added some extra pressure in his sensitive armpits.
“Just a little louder.” Venom shot out a few extra tendrils that slithered down to the end of the bed where they captured Eddie’s bare feet.
“AAHAAH!” Eddie was hysterical, hilarious. Also cute. Snickering, Venom sought that one spot he had discovered a little while ago. Moving his head down as well so he could spot it precisely, he now could only hear Eddie’s loud laughter and pleas, instead of also seeing his happy face.
“GHAAHA-get bahahack here!” Eddie warned. “Oh I’d love to. But first...” Venom found the spot under Eddie’s toes that he had been looking for, and swiped at it with some extra tiny tendrils. Eddie’s entire body shook in response. Brilliant.
“EEEehhe! Stahhaap! Y-you’re so meheheeeaan!” Eddie whined. “AAAHH! NOHOH!” Eddie’s loud squeals bounced off the walls, and right through - Venom was sure of it. If this wasn’t ruining 1403′s night rest, he had to be dead. Anyone would wake up from this.
“ENAGh-ENOUGH! VEHE-VENOM gahaha-damn iiiit!” Hmm. Venom started to think that maybe he had given Eddie enough of this random tickle torture that interrupted his sleep.
“We did well,” Venom complimented as he slowly ceased the tickling, giving the spot under Eddie’s toes a final tickly lick before he moved back up. He released his body and watched him tremble, his chest heaving with each deep breath.
“You suck. So bad,” Eddie sighed breathlessly.
“But you still like us.”
“Fuck you,” Eddie cursed, a big smile still plastered on his face. “Happy now?” he then asked.
“I think so. Let’s see tomorrow.” Eddie didn’t even ask him what he meant. He already fell asleep again. Fast asleep. He must’ve been exhausted. Thinking about that, Venom started to feel tired too. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to take some rest after all. And rest he found. Even if it was a mere couple of hours, he was content.
Indeed, as Venom suspected, the next morning when they walked into the hallway and ran into the 1403-neighbor guy, he had bags under his eyes. He looked like he had a bad night.
“Bad night huh?” Eddie asked. Noisy neighbour shot him a look.
“Yeah,” he said. Eddie laughed. “I know aaall about it,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets and heading out before him.
“We were successful,” Venom said proudly,
“That we were. You had your revenge, good for you,” Eddie said sarcastically. Venom chuckled.
“Good for you too,” he replied. “Let’s do it again tonight.”
“Venom, no. NO!” Eddie let out a squeaky laugh when Venom sneakily tickled him in the middle of the streets. “Then I’ll take us for a nightly mission again. Sleep is overrated.”
“No - you won’t do that either, no! Vehehe-Venom! Not in puhuhublic!” Never in his life had Venom felt as entertained as when he was with Eddie. There were always ways to find joy, and with his host’s sensitive body at his mercy all day and night, it was the easiest thing ever to find that joy and indulge.
“I know. Let’s tickle you every night until 1403 moves out.”
“VEhehenom, no!” Yes, a joyful life. Venom was happy.
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one last armored core post for now— nobody ever talks about how coral is called ‘coral’. on the surface, you might not get why it’s clever, maybe they just thought the name was cool.
but coral- real life coral- are colonial organisms. there are solitary species of coral, but their reefs are more iconic. they love their own company, which is the exact wording Walter uses when describing rubicon’s coral.
not to mention coral has a symbiotic relationship with a species of algae- just like 621 and ayre.
it’s such a clever usage of coral and gosh darn it does that tickle my neurons
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