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sentientgolfball · 6 months ago

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You see, in one hand I have a bomb that KILLS YOU, and the only way to disarm it is to talk about ifrit and Swiss using their dick piercings on dew. If you fail to complete my task the bomb will explode.

Good luck!

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man i hope this means i get to live

have 4k words of ghouls with piercings

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They say patience is a virtue.

Ghouls are the opposite of virtue. They’re born from the Infernal, vice and sin running through their bodies like blood. They’re ravenous gluttons who take what they want when they want it. If they desire something then they will have it. But who’s to say a ghoul can’t learn?

Swiss and Ifrit certainly did. For eight weeks they followed a strict cleaning routine and relied on only their hands and tongues when their minds got hazy with lust. A Herculean task if you were to ask Swiss. Even now that the piercings were healed they waited. They had to, Ifrit had ordered something special for them. When the package finally arrived though, they sprung. They were tired of waiting.

Dew is in his room, lying on his stomach in bed. He’s got his headphones on, music playing while he flips through the latest edition of a comic book he’s been following. He’s in nothing but a pair of sweatpants, enjoying the feeling of the sunlight filtering in through the window on his bare back. He doesn’t hear the knock on his door. His head perks up though when he sees movement out of the corner of his eye. He slides his headphones off when he sees Ifrit and Swiss, letting it hang around his neck.

“Can I help you?” Dew asks with no real venom. Honestly, he’s more confused than anything. Ifrit usually meets Zephyr at this time of day so they can walk back to the den together.

“Do you know what day it is droplet?” Ifrit stalks over to his bed.

“Thursday?” Dew sits up as Ifrit approaches.

“Think he forgot If.” Swiss slides up right alongside Ifrit.

“No, he’s not that stupid. Right droplet? You’re not that stupid are you?” He says in that sickly sweet tone that always makes Dew squirm.

Dew narrows his eyes, wracking his brain to figure out what these two want from him. When it finally hits him he can feel the blush rise on his cheeks.

“Yeah, he remembers,” Ifrit laughs.

Dew remembers all right. When Ifrit and Swiss came to him asking if he’d pierce their dicks he didn’t think anything of it. Ifrit and Dew are the only ghouls who know how to do piercings and it’s not like he can stick a needle in his own cock. He should’ve known better with those two. The entire time they spewed all the things they’d do to Dew once they were healed. As a thank you. A promise. Dew thought it was more of a threat. Even so, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think about their words later that night when he was all alone. Imagining how different they’d feel. How fast Ifrit would cum, already too fucking sensitive even without the piercing. How gorgeous Swiss would look with more gold on his body.

He doesn’t have to imagine anymore. He finally gets to see his handiwork since he did it. Ifrit was adamant about keeping it a surprise. It isn’t like he could protest, Ifrit was the one who taught Dew after all. He knows more than him about this junk. He knows Ifrit wouldn’t have himself and Swiss in here if he wasn’t confident they were healed. Still Dew protests, it’s half of the fun for him.

“It’s only been what? Seven? Eight weeks? You know it can take up to like fourteen weeks for it to heal.” Dew gets up, carefully placing his headphones and comic book on his desk.

“Well if you’re that concerned why don’t you give us your professional opinion.” Swiss comes up behind him, pressing his hips into Dew’s effectively pinning him against the desk.

Dew tries to focus on anything but the feeling of Swiss’ half hard cock poking him in the back, “Hey Ifrit’s been doing this shit longer than me, ask him.”

“Don’t throw your work onto me droplet. Finish what you started.”

Dew rolls his eyes, squirming in Swiss’ grasp until he has enough room to push on his chest, “Fine fine whatever. Get your cocks out so we can get this over with.”

“You say that like you don’t wanna see them sparky.” Swiss grins, twisting one of Dew’s nipples before backing off of him.

He nearly puts a hole through his tongue with how hard he bites it just so a noise doesn’t escape his throat. He crosses his arms over his chest, tail twitching between his legs. He looks at them expectantly. Ifrit moves first, sitting on the end of Dew’s bed and toeing his boots off.

“Fuck are you doing?” Dew hisses.

“Gettin comfortable.” Ifrit shrugs, tucking his socks into his boots.

Dew scowls in hopes of hiding the way his eyes rake over Ifrit’s form, too tight white tee doing little to hide the muscles rippling underneath. He continues to undress, popping the button on his jeans, a small sigh breathed through his nose. He shucks them off, tossing them who knows where before grinning at Dew. He palms himself through his boxers.

“You don’t need to get fucking naked,” Dew huffs, shifting on his feet as he feels his own cock getting chubby with interest.

“I already told you. I’m gettin comfortable.” He leans back on the bed after throwing his shirt off, leaving him in nothing but his underwear.

Dew stares at him. Eyes traveling down to the tent of the thin material and back up again, pausing to admire the silver bars threaded through his nipples. There are faded bruises adorning his chest, likely left by a ravenous air ghoul. Dew can’t help but wonder what Zephyr’s been doing to him while he’s been healing. His mouth waters at the way his muscles flex when he shifts to sit up. Ifrit is not much bigger than Dew height wise, but his muscular form makes Dew feel tiny. He’s so enraptured with the sight of Ifrit he doesn’t even notice Swiss. That is, until the spell is broken by a crumbled up shirt being thrown at his head.

“Quit drooling, we haven't even gotten our dick out yet,” Swiss snickers.

“I’m not drooling. I just spaced out. Not my fault he’s taking forever to get to the point,” Dew hisses, pulling the offending fabric off his face.

He almost wishes he left it on. Almost. Swiss and Ifrit are both lounging on the edge of his bed. Both stripped down to their underwear, tails lazily flicking behind them. Swiss has his head tilted, grinning at him with half lidded eyes. Ifrit motions for Dew to come closer with a finger. His legs move before his brain and he finds himself standing between Ifrit’s legs before he knows what’s happening. He rests a hand on Dew’s hip, thumb toying with the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Well droplet. You said you wanted to get this over with.” Ifrit looks up at him expectantly.

Dew swallows, trying to regain his facade. But that’s hard to do with two gorgeous ghouls offering themselves up to you. He reaches a hand out, the tips of his claws gliding over Ifrit’s chest. He can’t help but push down on the almost healed bruises when he passes over them. He runs his hands over his torso, mapping out topography he knows like the back of his hand. He couldn’t stop himself if he tried, Ifrit has always had that effect on him. Always made him want to take things slow so he can touch and taste and worship. That’s not what Ifrit wants right now though.

He knocks his knees into the backs of Dew’s with enough force to make them buckle. Dew hits the floor, barely catching himself on Ifrit’s thighs. He looks up at him with a questioning look.

“Who’s the one taking forever now droplet?” He runs a hand through Dew’s hair.

“Go fuck yourself,” Dew huffs, rolling his eyes. Still, he sits up straighter, slipping his fingers into the waistband of Ifrit’s boxers.

He pulls them down far enough to get Ifrit’s cock out and oh is he caught off guard. The simple bar Dew had put in when he first pierced them has been replaced. This one is silver, the same as the other, but it has a ring on it. On the end of the ring is a beautiful red gem.

“You…got new jewelry,” Dew says, probably more breathless than he should be.

“Course we did.” Ifrit shrugs.

“We?” Dew turns to look at Swiss.

His eyes widen when he sees the same exact piece on Swiss, only instead of silver it’s gold.

“What? Got tired of waitin.” Swiss flashes his fangs, giving himself a single, slow stroke.

Ifrit tugs Dew’s hair just enough to get him to look at him again, “Like them droplet?”

Dew nods, blush tinging his cheeks.

“Good. We picked 'em just for you. A little piece of our dewbug always with us.”

“They look just like your eyes when the light hits them right, don’t they?” Swiss slides closer, pressing against Ifrit’s side so he can look down at Dew.

Dew stares down at Ifrit’s jewel. It does look like his eyes, dying embers that glow in darkness. His stomach swoops at the thought, knowing that whenever they see their jewelry they’ll think of him. He doesn’t know if they meant it as a genuine act or simply a way to torture him, but he can’t find it in himself to care at the moment. All he cares about is the sight in front of him. He glances back up at Ifrit and Swiss, silently seeking permission.

“You really like them don’t you?” Ifrit hums.

Dew nods, throat bobbing when he swallows. The hand in Dew’s hair tightens.

“Why don’t you show us how much you like it?”

Dew doesn’t need to be told twice. He leans forward, letting Ifrit’s cock drag along his cheek as he nestles his nose into the sparse hair at the base. He breathes deeply before planting a feather light kiss, tongue darting out to lick over the vein. Dew smiles when he hears the soft sigh Ifrit lets out. He continues on that path, slowly kissing and licking up his shaft until he’s back at the head. He flicks his tongue over the slit, collecting the small bead of pre that bubbled up. Ifrit curses and cups the back of his head, silently urging him on.

Dew huffs a laugh but obliges, all faux protest gone from his body. He lets his tongue experimentally drag over the ball of the piercing. Ifrit groans when the bar shifts under his skin, hips involuntarily twitching forward.

“You sure you thought this through If? You were already way too easy before,” Dew mocks, breath ghosting over Ifrit’s flushed skin.

Before Ifrit gets the chance to respond Dew wraps his lips around the tip, suckling gently at the same time he cups his balls. He drags his tongue over the piercing until Ifrit is huffing and squirming above him. Dew loves this part. The moment Ifrit’s big strong ghoul facade fades and he’s begging. Desperate. Though he doesn’t get quite that far this time.

“Alright okay give him here before you blow your load to some foreplay.” Swiss wraps a hand around one of Dew’s horns, pulling him off with a slick pop.

Ifrit gasps, all sensation suddenly gone. He turns to glare at Swiss, but he doesn’t stop him. Embarrassment prickles at his skin, but Swiss is right. He was already dangerously close and Dew had barely done anything. He knew it was going to be different, but he didn’t think it would be that different.

Swiss uses his grip on Dew’s horn to turn his head, almost as if inspecting him, “Can’t be that fucking good.”

Dew gives him his best shit eating grin, tongue flicking out between his fangs “I’m always that fucking good.”

“Why don’t you bring that pretty little mouth over here then?” Swiss loosens his hold on his horn.

“Aww you think I’m pretty.”

Dew leans forward immediately, pressing a kiss to the sticky tip. He darts his tongue out, collecting drops of pre. Tasting just to taste. He wraps a hand around Swiss’ shaft, slowly stroking it while he works the rest of him with his mouth.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Swiss sighs, tilting his head back and closing his eyes.

Dew hums, eyes flicking up to watch Swiss’ face. He wants to see it when it happens. Wants to see how his expression changes when Dew finally laves over that little piece of metal. He shifts on his knees, palming himself with his free hand. His cock twitches just at the thought. Ifrit is easy. It’s never been hard to make him shake, but Swiss was another story. Swiss was good at keeping his composure. Only time he’s ever seen him lose it was the day Dew spied on him with Mountain and Rain. He wants him to cry just like he did then. He looks so pretty when he cries.

Dew stays where he’s at for a few more moments, letting Swiss peacefully float in the familiarity. Dew decides he’s been nice enough. He squeezes the base of Swiss’ cock before dragging the flat of his tongue over the piercing. Swiss lets out a noise so loud and high pitched it shocks even himself, hand flying to cover his mouth. His eyes fly open, blush tinging his cheeks as he looks down at Dew. Dew grins up at him before repeating the movement. Swiss makes the same noise, only this time muffled by his hand. His hips involuntarily twitch forward, hitting the back of Dew’s throat. He gags and pulls off of Swiss, blinking rapidly a few times to fight off the tears that it brought.

He takes a few deep breaths in between laughs, “Lords Below if you could see the look on your face.”

In all these years he’s never seen Swiss look like this. He’s staring at him with wide eyes, hand still over his mouth, and chest rising and falling rapidly. His cheeks are flushed, sweat dotting around his hairline. He looks like he’s never been touched in his entire life. Dew grins and slides up on his knees.

“Just imagine how it would feel wrapped around my—“ he’s cut off by two hands suddenly wrapping around his middle.

He yelps when he’s picked up and tossed back onto his bed. He whips his head up, glaring at Ifrit.

“Can I fucking help you?”

“I need to cum in you,” he pants, crawling over to him.

Dew pauses for a moment before laughing and turning over to rest on his forearms and wiggle his ass in the air. “Shit if I knew this is what it would be like I would’ve pierced your cock a long time ago.”

Ifrit doesn’t respond, hands coming forward to grip the meat of Dew’s ass.

“Hold the fuck up a minute, I was using him,” Swiss butts in, tail lashing behind him.

“I don’t care,” Ifrit hisses, “do whatever the Hell you want, but I need to cum in him.”

“Ladies please there’s enough Dewdrop to go arou—oh shit.” Dew’s claws dig into his sheets as Ifrit spreads his cheeks, dragging the flat of his tongue over his hole.

Swiss uses it as his opportunity to snake his way over to the headboard, resting against it and pulling Dew forward. He runs his thumb over his bottom lip, huffing a laugh when Dew darts his tongue out to lick over the pad. He opens his mouth to speak, but he’s cut off by another slow lick from Ifrit.

“It’s been too long since I’ve tasted you droplet,” Ifrit sighs.

Dew’s cock twitches, a blurt of pre dripping down onto the mattress. He curses, getting a hand around himself.

“You can’t just fucking say that.”

“I don’t wanna hear you,” Ifrit shushes him, “just wanna feel you. Just let me feel you. Just shut up and take it.”

Dew opens his mouth to snap back, but Swiss is quick. He shoves two fingers into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue.

“Oh don’t you worry If, I’ll keep that mouth busy.”

Swiss meets Dew’s eyes, searching for any signs of genuine protest. Dew grins around his fingers, wrapping his tongue around them. Swiss grins back, fangs glinting in the light. He pulls his fingers out of Dew’s mouth. He strokes his cock a few times, slicking himself up with his saliva before nudging the head against Dew’s lips.

Dew tries to focus on Swiss, but it’s extremely hard with a very needy fire ghoul trying to quickly work him open. All he can think about is that hot, wet tongue gliding over his hole again and again, occasionally trying to work its way in. He closes his eyes, pressing back against Ifrit’s face when he swirls his tongue. He doesn’t see Swiss and Ifrit’s eyes meeting, a subtle nod coming from the multi ghoul. Ifrit grins, two fingers coming up to press against Dew.

He gasps when calloused pads circle over his hole. Swiss takes his chance, cupping the back of Dew’s head to push him down on his cock. His eyes snap open, but he doesn’t resist, letting Swiss shove him all the way down until his nose is nestled in the thick hair at the base. He takes a few deep breaths through his nose, letting his throat relax. Swiss rests his other hand on Dew’s cheek, thumbing at the skin until he can feel himself.

“Finish what you started,” Swiss purrs.

Dew swallows around Swiss at the same time Ifrit works his fingers inside, a low moan vibrating through him. The stretch burns and Dew loves it, pushing his hips back for more. Luckily Ifrit is quick with it, scissoring and curling his fingers just enough to know his dick will go in. He groans when he pulls away and a string of slick still connects them.

“How the fuck are you still so fucking wet?” He sounds breathless, like he’s been punched in the gut.

He gives himself a few quick strokes, spreading the mix of pre and slick. He doesn’t want to wait a second more to be inside of Dew. He lines himself, shuddering at the feeling of his piercing dragging against Dew’s walls when he begins to push in.

Dew melts at the sensation, a rumbly little noise from the back of his throat vibration through Swiss’ cock. He didn’t expect it to feel this good. It reminds him of those textured toys Rain likes to use on him only better. He can feel Ifrit throbbing inside of him, can feel heat radiating off him likely caused by their elements feeding off each other. Can hear how loud he’s breathing, putting all his focus into not blowing before he gets even a single stroke in. Dew grins around Swiss before clenching as hard as he can. Ifrit groans like he’s been hurt, claws reflexively digging into Dew’s slight hips.

“Swiss,” Ifrit hisses.

“Yeah yeah alright,” Swiss breathes, “you’ve had your fun sparky, let us have ours.”

He holds the back of Dew’s head in a vice as he begins to roll his hips up into his mouth. He moves slowly until he’s sure Dew won’t gag and pull off. When those pretty little embers look at him through heavy lids he throws caution to the wind. He grasps the sides of Dew’s head with both hands, holding him still. He fucks into his throat, sighing heavily when he feels the muscles contract. Dew tries to keep up with, flicking over the piercing each time Swiss pulls back. He wants to feel him shake.

His focus is split though. He doesn’t know where to turn his attention. Ifrit and Swiss move opposite of each other. When Swiss pulls back, Ifrit slams into his ass. When Ifrit pulls back, Swiss shoves his cock down his throat. It’s driving him insane. He wants nothing more than to make one of them cum so hard they cry but he can’t do that if his mind is being pulled in two different directions. All he can do is lay there and take. Like he’s nothing more than a fucking toy.

“You look so pretty when you drool.” Swiss sighs. The spade of his tail snakes up to rub against Dew’s cock, collecting the pre that’s dribbling down.

“Let me taste him fuck let me—“

Swiss shoves the end of his tail into Ifrit’s mouth. He shudders at the feeling of his tongue licking every last drop of Dew off of it. His hips stutter in their rhythm, all of his senses flooded with Dew. He picks up his pace, solely focused on getting over the edge. Dew’s claws prick against the meat of Swiss’ thighs with the suddenness. He ignores it though, focused on fucking his spade into Ifrit’s mouth.

“Gonna cum big guy? Gonna fill that tight little ass?” Swiss lilts.

Dew’s stomach swoops at the noise Ifrit lets out. He can’t stop the muffled little moans with every drag over his prostate. That little piece of jewelry makes it that much better. He squeezes around his cock and that’s all it takes. Ifrit throws his head back, the tip of Swiss’ tail falling out his mouth as he spills into Dew. His hips twitch forward as each wave crashes over him, fucking his cum deeper into him.

Swiss flicks one of his nipples with his tail just to hear him keen, “Lasted longer than I thought you would, good job If. Might even be a new record for you.”

Ifrit glares at him, “Fuck…off…” he says between gulps of air.

“Now that he’s out of the picture,” Swiss grins down at Dew, “I get you all to myself baby.”

He picks up right where he left off, fucking up into Dew’s throat so he chokes on him. Dew doubles down now that Ifrit has pulled out of him, flopping down onto the bed. He swallows around Swiss, dragging his tongue up his shaft to roll over the piercing.

“Yeah baby, c'mon give me that pretty little mouth,” Swiss pants.

Dew reaches a hand down to cup his balls, gently squeezing and rolling them. He knows he’s close when he drops Dew’s head in favor of wrapping a hand around his throat to feel himself with each thrust.

Ifrit figures he’ll return the favor. He presses himself close to Swiss’ side before tucking his nose under his chin to lick over his pulse. He trails wet, open mouthed kisses up his jawline to his ear. He nips at his lobe before sucking a mark where jaw meets neck.

That’s enough to throw him over the edge. He thrusts up into Dew’s mouth one more time before cumming with a shout. Dew sucks him through it, drinking down every last drop. He doesn’t stop until Swiss is pushing his head away from him, overstimulation starting to set in. He pulls off of him with an obscene pop. He smiles and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but this was probably the best idea you two have ever had.” He crawls over to squeeze himself between them.

Ifrit hums and kisses the top of his head, “Should do you next droplet.”

“As fun as that sounds, if you go anywhere near my dick with a needle I’ll kill you.”

“Aw come on, it wasn't that bad.” Swiss traces shapes over Dew’s arm with the tips of his claws.

“You jumped when I put the marker on you,” Dew says flatly.

Swiss pinches his nipple harder than what could be considered for pleasure. Dew yelps and smacks his hands away.

“Dick.”

“Love you too sparky.”

They lay in silence for a few more moments, contented purrs rumbling through their chests. Dew floats between consciousness and unconsciousness, ready to fall asleep any minute. Though he’s suddenly slammed back into the world when he feels a too warm hand wrap around his barely half hard cock. His eyes snap open.

“Didn’t think we’d leave you hanging did you?” Ifrit breathes into his ear.

He hears Swiss laugh before he feels fangs drag along his shoulder to his neck.

“Let us return the favor.” Swiss bites at his pulse.

Dew doesn’t get to sleep that night.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #the band ghost fic #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #ifrit ghoul #swiss x dewdrop #dewdrop x ifrit #ifrit x swiss #golfball writes

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gingerteafairy · 3 days ago

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girl never stop writing todd haynes fics im obsessed. esp 'third wheel payback' soso good i love a comic reader fic <3

funny you say that right as i was finishing this one hssowiejsnsk wrote it after seeing an adorable edit of todd with every man gets his wish by lana del rey on tiktok and i religiously saw it everyday multiple times ❤️‍🩹

spiderman milkshake (todd haynes x reader)

Who said comics can't help on a date?

tags n warnings: smut/mdni, waitress!reader, comic references, language, fingering, dry humping, kinks. word count: 4.3k

Todd was practically glued to his milkshake, sucking on the straw like it was some kind of life-sustaining multivitamin when he saw you walk by, effortlessly balancing a tray while tending to the tables. You looked adorable in that waitress uniform. Atomic Comics was his favorite place in the world—his friends, comic books, and a gorgeous nerdy waitress all in one spot. He could swear he saw you wearing a Venom T-shirt before you put on your uniform, matching with his Spiderman one.

Dave and Marty were deep in conversation, but Todd? He was somewhere else entirely—lost in his own world. Or, more accurately, lost in New York City, spideyvenom was getting really interesting right now.

"And like I was saying, Spider-Man’s powers are total garbage," Dave argued, popping a fry into his mouth. "I mean, web-shooting? That’s disgusting. Right, Todd?"

"Huh? Yeah. Totally." Todd replied absentmindedly, taking another sip.

"No way, and I can prove it! Webs are a hit! Just look at how he shoots them," Marty insisted, mimicking Spider-Man's signature hand gesture while making web-slinging sound effects. Dave immediately joined in.

Their laughter faded when they noticed Todd wasn’t reacting at all. He hadn’t moved a muscle. Following his gaze, they landed on you—standing a few feet away, scribbling an order onto your notepad.

Todd was mesmerized. The way you absentmindedly tucked the pen behind your ear, how your hair brushed against your neck, the delicate earring dangling just beneath—it was adorable. He wished he had given you that earring himself.

"I’m telling you, man. You should just talk to her. That’s your second milkshake," Dave pointed out, growing tired of watching Todd’s thousand-yard stare.

"Yeah, dude. This is getting kinda creepy," Marty added, raising an eyebrow.

Truth be told, Todd had known you way before his friends ever did.

He had once posted an insanely cool Justice League edit, and you had actually commented on it. That one reply had somehow turned into a full-on conversation, which then turned into many conversations. And before Todd even knew what hit him, he was completely, hopelessly into you.

The moment you casually mentioned that you read manga too? Yeah. That was it. Game over.

Even if you both chatted online everyday, seeing you in person was a completely different experience. It was like you were strangers all over again. Part of that was because Todd was horrifically shy and couldn’t even look you in the eyes without feeling like his soul was going to physically leave his body. The other part? Well… you were a waitress.

For some reason, that made it feel… wrong.

Like he fantasized a lot, basically a porn movie plot, you coming only on a apron saying "hey, sweetie, here's your milkshake" in an exaggerated sultry voice as you took the piece off. If a hacker could see his browsing history, they would see that 50% of waitress kink videos visualizations came from Todd's PC.

But as a normal shy guy, he was afraid of bothering you. Like you were only talking to him because it was literally your job. And, of course, there was also the massive fear that Dave and Marty would say something stupid and completely humiliate him.

Because, let’s be real—they absolutely would.

Dave exchanged a knowing glance with Marty—silently forming a plan. "Hey, waitress!" He suddenly called out.

Todd’s eyes widened in panic. "No! No, no, no—what the fuck am I supposed to say to her?"

"Order another milkshake," Marty snickered.

Todd ran a shaky hand through his hair, clearly freaking out as he saw you glance in their direction before heading toward their table.

"Oh, shit. Oh, shit—she’s coming!" His voice barely came out as he scrambled for an escape, gulping down his milkshake like his life depended on it.

"How can I help?" you greeted with a warm smile, the sunlight from the window behind you making you look even more radiant. Then, your gaze landed on Todd. "Hey, Todd. The usual?"

"Me?" Todd blurted out, his voice cracking slightly. He turned to his friends, who looked just as amused as they were surprised.

"Yeah… milkshake. I know you like it—you always get the same thing," you beamed casually, already flipping open your notepad.

"Uh… I… can I…" Todd stumbled over his words. Oh my God, she knows what I like. His brain was short-circuiting. "I wanna buy you a milkshake."

You let out a soft laugh, pulling the pen from behind your ear and jotting something down. "I’m gonna serve you a big slice of ‘never do that again,’ okay?"

You replied, folding the piece of paper and placing it near his hand before walking away. Todd stared at you, utterly devastated. His soul left his body.

"Oof, dude… that was rough," Dave cringed, physically recoiling from secondhand embarrassment.

"Yeah, I kinda saw that one coming," Todd muttered, hesitantly unfolding the note—fully expecting his official rejection letter, his eyes widened.

"Oh. My. God."

"What?!" Dave and Marty leaned in at the same time. Todd slowly turned the paper around.

"I’m off at 5. XOXO."

"XOXO?" Dave repeated, snatching the paper.

"It means hugs and kisses, dumbass," Marty rolled his eyes, taking it from him to inspect the handwriting. Before he could analyze further, Todd swiped back his sacred treasure.

"I dunno… think I won’t go," Todd murmured, pouting dramatically.

"Wait, wait, wait. You're gonna chicken out now that she actually showed interest?" Marty hissed in disbelief.

"I don’t know, man… She’s perfect. And I’m just… this." Todd gestured vaguely to himself. He sighed deeply, his shoulders slumping as he absentmindedly reached for his milkshake straw—only to find nothing there.

"Hey, man. Don’t be like that," Marty said, giving him a reassuring pat on the back. "If she’s into you, that means there’s gotta be something cool about you."

"Yeah, Todd. You’re a cool guy, the smartest one out of the three of us. You’ll do great," Dave reassured him, flashing a confident smile.

Todd let out a weak laugh, barely processing the words as he glanced at you. His heart skipped a beat when you turned and met his gaze, smiling at him like it was the easiest thing in the world.

Was this what cardiac arrest felt like?

"Yeah… it’s gonna be great," he mumbled, his lips stretching into a dumb, lopsided grin. Every ounce of self-doubt vanished. That smile of yours? That was all he needed today.

Marty and Dave, sensing the gravity of the situation, made sure to stay with him until the very last minutes of your shift. They cracked jokes, debated superhero fights, and did their best to keep Todd from imploding. And for a while, it worked—until the clock ticked closer to 5 PM.

Todd felt it before he saw it—the rush of oh-no-oh-no-it’s-happening panic settling in his bones. His palms grew clammy as he watched you disappear into the employee break room. His foot tapped against the floor rapidly.

Dave, immediately noticing, snapped his fingers in front of Todd’s face. "Alright, dude. Focus up. Take this."

Todd blinked as Dave dropped a stick of gum into his hand. "Do I have bad breath?"

"No… but trust me, mint gum is a game changer. Chicks love it."

Marty, standing beside them, shoved his hands into his pockets and casually pulled out five more sticks of mint gum. Todd and Dave stared at him like he had just pulled out five engagement rings.

"What?" Marty blinked. "I like to be prepared."

"As if you’re kissing that many people," Dave snorted.

Marty rolled his eyes and flipped him off. "I am a romance expert, okay? I’m the best at Romance Simulator, and I’ve picked up a ton of tips—"

"Oh yeah, great example, Marty," Dave cut in.

"Hey! Those games are super realistic!" Marty huffed, popping a piece of gum into his mouth. "I even have a girlfriend in one of them."

"The only girlfriend you’re ever getting," Dave snickered.

Todd, however, wasn’t listening anymore. His brain had short-circuited the moment he saw you step out of the break room, adjusting your bag strap as you waved goodbye to your coworkers.

"Guys, she’s coming," he whisper-hissed, suddenly shoving them aside. Panic took over. "How do I look? Am i stinking?"

Before anyone could react, Todd lifted his arm toward Marty. Marty recoiled like a cat sprayed with water. "DUDE. I’m not smelling you."

"Come on, please! I don’t even know if I put on cologne—Dave!" Todd pleaded desperately, his eyes wide with silent help me energy. Dave just shook his head, holding back a laugh.

"You ready?" Your voice rang out, bright and casual, like you hadn’t just sent Todd spiraling into a crisis. His body moved before his brain could, immediately slamming his arm down and scrambling to his feet.

"Of course! Let’s go!" he blurted out, way too enthusiastic, wiping his sweaty hands on his jeans like that would magically solve the problem.

But when he finally looked at you—saw the soft amusement in your eyes, the way your lips twitched like you were holding back a laugh—his nerves settled just a little bit.

You both stepped out of the store, and Todd could not stop staring. He had never seen you in casual clothes before.

The skirt? Adorable. That black Venom t-shirt? Perfect. The way it fit on you? Dangerous. You turned to face him, the soft scent of your hair hit him like a gentle, but highly effective truck.

"Finally worked up the courage to talk to me, huh? I was starting to think you were embarrassed of me," you teased, laughing.

"Embarrassed of you? Jesus, it’s more like the opposite," he blurted out, rubbing the back of his neck. The warm, bubbly feeling in his chest only grew when you laughed at his joke.

"So why didn’t you ever talk to me?" you asked, genuinely curious. First things first, let’s be honest here.

You were just as into Todd as he was into you.

There was something about him that was so effortlessly adorable. The way he always ordered a milkshake, sipping on it like it was the best thing in the world. You made sure to take your sweet time preparing it just right—just so you could see that little happy smile he made when he took the first sip.

Todd was the kind of guy who made you giggle and kick your feet on your bed, cheeks burning at just the thought of him.

And the fact that he had zero clue about the effect he had on you? It almost made you feel like some kind of stalker. Casually texting him every day just to keep the conversation going. Catching yourself wishing you were his milkshake straw, quenching his thirst, around his rosy wet lips. Oh, the tongue—

Todd, completely unaware of all of this, was busy trying not to combust.

"I just… I thought you’d be embarrassed of me because, well… I'm—" He exhaled, hesitating, hoping you’d finish the sentence for him.

Loser, his brain supplied helpfully. Instead, you smiled and said, "Shy?"

Todd blinked. That was not the word he expected.

You—beautiful, funny, way-too-cool-for-him—were looking at him with zero judgment. Just patience. Just kindness. He was sure you're going to heaven when you died.

"Yeah… I guess," he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. "Sorry about that."

"no, I'm the one that should be apologizing," you cooed, sighing. "Sorry about the dump, i was kinda angry with you. I was starting to think you hated me and I don't know, ghosting."

"No, shit. Sorry," he whined, feeling like an ass to make you feel like this. "From now on, i'll talk to you every time I see you. Promise."

"Deal. Hey, do you remember that new Marvel issue I told you about?" you asked, smoothly changing the subject.

Todd nodded, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Yeah! It’s great. Why?"

"I bought it. It’s at my place. Wanna come see?"

Todd’s brain immediately shut down. His mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.

Processing… Processing… ERROR: BRAIN NOT FOUND.

"I… uh… one sec! I forgot something back in the store," Todd blurted out, laughing way too weirdly before bolting back inside.

He skidded to a stop at the table where Dave and Marty were still sitting, slamming his hands down on it like he was in some kind of action movie. "Date over already?" Dave questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"SHE WANTS ME TO GO TO HER HOUSE," Todd announced, not breathing, before grabbing Dave’s soda and chugging it.

"And what the hell are you waiting for? Go before he changes her mind! You don't have many options," Marty urged, while Dave yanked his soda back, dramatically wiping the rim before taking another sip.

"But I don’t know what to do! It’s not a date! She just mentioned something about a new Marvel issue," Todd gasped, heart pounding, his body already covered in stress sweat.

Dave and Marty exchanged a look. Marty was the first to speak, grinning. "That’s a code."

"That’s 100% a code," Dave agreed.

Todd blinked. "A code? The hell you talking about?" He whispered like a true paranoid man, glancing out the window to make sure you weren’t listening. Luckily, you were distracted on your phone.

"Okay, Todd. Tell me when the new Marvel issue actually comes out," Dave prompted, crossing his arms.

"March 23rd. Why?" Todd replied, even more confused.

"And what’s today’s date?"

"Hmmm, lemme think. Okay, I know. March 19th, but what does that have to—" Todd froze. His brain short-circuited. His eyes went huge. "Oh my God. It’s a code."

"It’s a code," they both confirmed, nodding like wise sages.

The realization hit Todd so hard that all three of them jumped up in celebration—only to immediately sit back down when everyone in the store looked at them like they were insane.

"Shit. I gotta go. Bye!" Todd practically sprinted away.

"Crack that code wide open, Todd!" Dave called after him, laughing as Todd flipped him off on his way out.

“Hey, man,” Marty called, stopping Todd, gesturing him to come closer and whisper. “Spiderman hands, you hear me?”

“What the—”

“Just do it,” he insisted and Todd frowned, realization coming when he did the gesture himself. “You see?”

“Got it. Thanks, dude,” he beamed, training with his both hands. You never know when you have to use your non dominant hand.

“And when you do it down there…” He continued, hands on his face to cover the gesture. “Venom tongue. Flash movements.”

“Damn, Marty. You're a fucking Wikipedia,” he grinned, keeping the information on his head. “Do the sage has more advices to this poor mortal?”

“Oh, i got one,” Dave standed, joining the conversation. “If she looks at your lips, don't chicken out. One more thing, mimic her lips, that way you won't mess your first kiss.”

“What? I had my first kiss.” He murmured blushing.

“Seriously, dude?” Marty mocked, giving an exaggerated eye roll. While Todd was still inside, you whipped out your phone and immediately typed into the group chat.

You: Girls, seriously. I’m with him.

Erika: Who??

You: Todd Haynes!!!!

Katie: OH MY GODDD

You: I’m so nervous, Idk what to do.

Erika: Apron. Wear it.

You: For what?

Erika: You’ll understand.

Katie: You got this, girl. You’re amazing.

Erika: Get him pregnant

You snorted at your friends’ chaotic but heartfelt encouragement, quickly locking your phone the second you saw Todd skidded back up to you, barely keeping it together.

"I’m back! I, uh, forgot… my keys," he explained, shaking them a little to prove it.

"I forget mine all the time. So… ready to go?"

He nodded so fast it was almost embarrassing.As you walked, Todd felt like he was floating. Your house was close to the store, and when you stepped inside, Todd couldn’t help but drink in his surroundings. It was small, but cozy—just like you.

He wanted to be cool about it. Casual. Normal. So, naturally, he started copying every single thing you did like some kind of socially awkward robot.

You took off your jacket? Boom. Jacket off. You took off your shoes and put them neatly on the shoe rack? Guess what? Todd was doing that too.

Smooth. Totally natural.

"So…" you started, taking a step closer to him. "What do you want?"

Todd choked on absolutely nothing and immediately backed up a step. Oh God. She moves fast. Is it happening? Is this it? Shit, I don't have any condoms here.

"W-What do you mean?" he stammered, hands awkwardly hovering at his sides.

You let out a soft laugh, but internally, you were screaming. Come on, Todd. Pick up the hints. Please just kiss me already.

"Do you wanna check out the comic or do something else first?" you clarified, hoping he’d catch the very obvious subtext.

Unfortunately, you were dealing with Todd Haynes—a man who had never been close to a woman that wasn’t his own mother. Todd, however, was trying to trust his instincts—and the questionable advice of his friends. With a burst of sudden confidence, he reached into his pocket and pulled out two pieces of gum.

"Wanna… gum?" he offered timidly.

You blinked. "Do I have bad breath?" you asked, suddenly self-conscious.

At that exact moment, Todd mentally began digging his own grave and jumping inside with a cheap bouquet. Dave crying looking at the rainy sky and Marty singing Love Hurts on his grave. R.I.P. Todd Haynes, the biggest coward to ever exist.

"NO. Oh my God. Fuck, no," he panicked, his words tripping over each other. "You smell… really good. Like, so good. I—uh. Shit. That sounded weird. I just—ugh, I shouldn’t have—sorry, I don’t know why I did that—"

Mid-breakdown, Todd shoved the gum back into his pocket and rocked back and forth on his heels, suffocating in the crushing weight of the awkward silence. You thought fast. You weren’t about to let this moment die, remembering the apron tip.

"Hey," you chirped, forcing casual confidence. "How about I cook for us?"

You turned toward the kitchen, heart pounding, silently praying the pots and pans would swallow you whole to spare you from the embarrassment.

Todd perked up immediately. "Yes! Yes, absolutely. I love everything you make," he rushed out, practically jogging after you before settling into a chair—the perfect spot to admire you while you cooked. You tied on an apron, completely unaware of the effect it had on Todd, who sat there, staring in silent awe.

"Wow."

You turned. "What?"

"Nothing!" he blurted, immediately crossing his arms like it would somehow make him look cooler and less flustered.

"Okay," you muttered, shaking your head as you turned to rummage through the cabinets. Erika was right, you’d definitely thank her. You stretched up on your tiptoes, but—unfortunately—your genius past self had placed the glasses way too high.

"Damn it…" you muttered.

Todd immediately jumped up. "I got it!"

He reached past you, his height making the task effortless—and for the first time, you actually registered how much taller he was than you.

"What do you need?" he asked, voice much closer than you expected.

"Uh…" You blinked up at him, suddenly feeling a little flustered yourself. "The glass cups. I, uh… accidentally put them super high."

Todd grabbed them easily, handing them over with a small, proud smile—totally unaware that his casual helpfulness had just made your heart skip a beat. He carefully set the two glasses down on the counter. You bit your cheek, your gaze meeting his—and lingering just a little too long.

The air between you suddenly felt thicker, heavier. His eyes flickered to your lips, and your breath hitched as you instinctively did the same. When you looked back up, his gaze was still there, locked on your mouth like it held the secrets of the universe.

Okay. Enough was enough.

Before your nerves could get the best of you, you moved, your fingers lightly brushing over his hand. Todd stiffened at first—face heating from the tiny touch—but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he exhaled sharply as he let his palm travel up to your cheek, hesitating for half a second before finally leaning in, closing the gap between you.

The second your lips met, you melted. Without thinking, your arms flew up, wrapping around his neck as you deepened the kiss—half in excitement, half to make sure he didn’t chicken out.

Todd, on the other hand, was very much spiraling.

Oh my God. Oh my God. I am kissing her. This is happening. She’s kissing me back. This is—

His brain short-circuited before defaulting to its best coping mechanism—imitation. Todd mimicked your lips movements, following your lead, and shockingly it worked. His hands instinctively gripped your waist, pulling you in closer.

And then, without really thinking, he tilted his head, stepping forward just enough to press you gently against the counter. It was official.

Todd Haynes had zero idea what he was doing. But somehow, it was going very, very well.

He moaned when your hands reached his hair, anchoring on his frame, he sucked your bottom lip like his life depended on it, he kissed hungrily. It was hot. So freaking hot, you were losing your mind, loving how he changed about it and just devoured you.

Everything was so good that he almost forgot about his cock pulsating inside his jeans. He pushed back, eyes wide as he looked down to the tent, eyes up to meet your mouth swollen, three tones redder and a huge teeth mark as the cherry on top.

“Fuck, I'm so sorry,” he whimpered, embarrassed with his hormones controlling his brain. “It’s just— I have no fucking idea of what I'm doing, but it's so good.”

“Yeah, it's really good,” you encouraged, coming closer, chests touching as you leaned to kiss him, slightly opening your legs, him entering the small gap you conceded.

The kiss was slower, more sensual. He was a fast learner, holding back on the vacuum-like sucking, concentrating on gentle nips. He pushed back, eyes closed.

“Is it better?” He muttered, ghosting his lips over yours.

“Yeah, but I think this would be better,” you breathed, taking his hand and directioning them to your lower belly, guiding him to your panties.

He gulped, nodding, opening his eyes to see you rolling your skirt up, giving him a sight of your panties. Todd Haynes was too stunned to speak. He just moved his hand to touch the covered spot, almost flicking his hand back when he felt you shivering.

“You can touch directly if you want to,” you suggested like you weren't the one dying of embarrassment.

Todd sighed. Spider-Man hands. He remembered when he pushed your panties down and patted his fingertip on your clit, watching your reaction. He gulped at you and looked at him with doe eyes begging to be touched. He wouldn't deny it, so he gently rubbed your clit, licking his lips, dying to feel your taste on them.

“Yeah, you're—pretty good, Todd,” you purred, your sounds making his head blurred, focused on your cunt getting wetter and wetter.

“Is it?” His eyes lit up, going down at your slit to collect more liquid and keep the stroking on your spot.

“Uh-huh,” you nodded, spreading your legs wider. Todd's chest rose and fell rapidly, increasing the rhythm until he successfully inserted his middle finger inside. “Fuck.”

He froze his finger, searching your eyes to check if he did something wrong, but your flushed face, so beautiful biting your lip as your hips longed for his finger said the opposite. He was doing really good.

Encouraged by your lewd expression, he joined his ring finger inside, setting a pace by the reactions you were making.

“Faster, Todd,” you pleaded, grinding on his fingers. He couldn't even believe, looking down, seeing his fingers glistening in and out, disappearing on your cunt sucking them, your walls clenching around them, he was panting.

“Like this?” He asked in a whimpery voice, doing what you needed. He searched for your lips, brushing them as he heard the wet sound of your pussy.

You grasped his biceps, feeling the knot forming on your lower belly as you purred and whined on the kiss. Todd started to breathe faster, grinding on your thigh, his free hand palming your ass.

“Todd, I'm cumming,” you mewled, coming undone on his fingers, legs shivering as he held you in place, preventing you from falling down. He kept fingering you til he opened his mouth, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back, swaying his hips on your thigh.

He groaned, taking off his fingers from you and directioning it to his mouth, sucking your arousal. He hummed, looking back at you panting, hands gripping on the counter.

“You taste better than milkshakes,” he shyly added, planting an adorable peck on your lips.

“You're so cute,” you giggled, pecking him back. You weren't done, your hunger for Todd might never end. He was just so damn irresistible. “Hey… do you wanna, like… continue this?”

“Oh… uhmm…” He stammered, his nose doing the little frown you find cute. “We have to wait a little.”

“Why?” You pouted, tilting your head.

“Why?” He echoed, thinking about all the manners of saying the obvious, choosing to say it straight. “I came.”

You grinned, giggling at him getting beet-red. “Hey, don't worry about it. We can eat something while your body reacts.”

“Can i eat you?” He blurted, suddenly digging courage from the bottom of his heart.

You blushed, nodding, too shy to say something. He grinned, kneeling on the floor. “Hey, don't you wanna go to my room? It might be uncomfortable for you.”

“It's just…” he began, tilting his head up to meet your gaze, warm breath next to your cunt. “I kinda fantasize a lot about eating you out in the kitchen.”

“Really?” You panted, hands making their way to his head.

“Yeah,” he replied, licking his lips in anticipation. Venom tongue. Flash speed. “The apron is a bonus.”

That night, you finally lived your dream—becoming Todd’s milkshake straw in the best way possible. And Todd? He finally mustered up the courage to take a real chance on you.

You spent the rest of the evening wrapped up in each other, sharing a blanket that neither of you really needed. Your legs brushed. Your fingers tangled absentmindedly. Every now and then, Todd would steal a glance at you like he still couldn’t believe this was real. As you both talked for hours about the thing that brought you together in the first place—comics—he realized something:

Super heroes were cool. Spider Man and Flash? Even cooler. He couldn't forget to thank Venom as a villain.

But nothing—nothing—could top the way you looked at him like he was your favorite issue in the entire collection.

#todd haynes x y/n #todd haynes x you #todd haynes x reader #todd haynes #x reader #imagine #reader insert #fanfic #evan peters #evan peters fandom #evan peters x reader #evan peters x y/n #evan peters x you #kick ass fanfic

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aamy2100982 · 3 months ago

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Something I don't like so much about the latest Venom comics is the sudden victimization of the symbiote regarding their decisions in life.

This thing about Symby never wanting to do anything bad and almost putting all the blame on Eddie for the events in which they were Spiderman's villains

This whole "If we didn't do it, Eddie was going to die, It was my responsibility" thing. When we know that in the early comics the symbiote didn't give a shit about Eddie.

I believe you that at first Symby didn't necessarily want to kill Peter. But after that, any chance Spider-Man gave the symbiote to come back to him, Symby was willing to abandon Eddie in the middle of the street, naked and likely to die or try to kill himself again.

Until, of course, they realized that Spiderman didn't give a shit about them and decided that they wouldn't fall for his traps anymore and would stay with Eddie "permanently".

We understand it now, and we think it's beautiful that the symbiote felt a responsibility to help Eddie. But that's the current writers changing the story to make the symbiote look like a white dove and not what it is. An effectively bad and toxic person.

That many times is willing to kill and/or manipulate others in order to obtain a perfect symbiosis. Like when they manipulated Eddie into believing that he had cancer or when they tried to kill the priest of that church because he told Eddie that no one can force you to do things you don't want to do.

And this is not just an attitude they had with Spiderman. But also with Eddie himself.

I understand the whole point of the symbiote's redemption. Realizing that they past actions are wrong and wanting to do better in the future. My problem is how the writers are handling it.

It's not like Eddie's redemption, where he realizes that he as a person is wrong for everything he did. It's more taken from the perspective where Symby almost blames Eddie for his destructive attitudes against Spiderman. When it's evident that the symbiote tends to seriously hurt those who don't follow things the way they wants them to go.

I feel like the way things are put is right... but wrong. I read it and feel like something is off, like it doesn't feel the way it should feel.

Because we get a “I never really wanted to do any of this,” and then we get a “I don’t like fighting Eddie... am I?” Which tells me that the symbiote isn’t really giving up on itself, because it’s doing the same thing it always does. Trying to kill a host and then attaching to it when it gets the chance to come back. What changed then?

What was the point of this whole emo phase where the symbiote sought to end its own life? Did something change, or is Symby just wallowing in self-pity like Eddie did when he was Anti Venom and Venom and any other phase of his life xd

Maybe they are made for each other. I love Symby, but they've been trying to excuse it's past actions for a while now, and I can only watch the symbiote lying in the dirt while waiting for others to tell them "it's not true, you're not bad, you can still change."

And the symbiote pretends to believe it as it goes and repeats its past actions to the letter.

#eddie brock #venom comics #spiderman #venom symbiote #anti venom

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baggidude · 2 months ago

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Hey to any people who have read the Venom comics would this be a good read order for some one who is just not sure where to start reading:

- Spiderman vs Venom omnibus

- Venom omnibus

- Venom omnibus by cates

In this order is what ima plan on reading first, if this isnt actually a good start or there would be important things missing or even that there's no need to read a certain one please do say. (Also any suggestions on what to start reading after these would def be welcome)

#Need help cause even after doing my homework im still just confused #Venom #symbrock #venom films #Venom comics #venom x eddie #eddie brock #marvel #marvel comics #venom symbiote

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moonesaiky · 7 months ago

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An attempt to like Venom (2018) 🫀

⠀⠀⠀⠀Hi, I'm Moone, a desperate Venom Comics reader! I'm a huge fan of Symbrock, and Venom is one of my toughest hyperfixations!

⠀⠀Today I would like to share, with anyone who reads here, and people frustrated with Venom (2018), to try to like this comic, or at least accept it in some parts.

⠀⠀I confess, I've been anxious about Venom (2018) for a long time (which I read in full, of course), and like many, I'm a little angry at the damage that Donny Cates caused after Mike Costa's blessing, but come on, it's been years, let's learn seeing this comic as another one that wasn't so good.

⠀⠀"Okay Moone, how are you going to do this then?"

⠀⠀Let's review the comics and check out weak points and high points in this Venom (2018)/Donny Cate's Venom arc. ⠀⠀I will split the posts for Arcos, but they will all be reblogged in this order, don't worry.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀So... Let's go ╰(*°▽°*)╯

#Venom #Venom comics #venom (2018)#Donny cates #Symbrock #read the comics #please

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luvjunie · 2 years ago

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Beyond the Spiderverse Theory!!

contains spoilers for across the spiderverse

okay so in the next movie, beyond the spiderverse, i think miles’ dad will survive. somehow, someway he’ll be saved from his untimely death.

miles was told numerous times in across the spiderverse that he cannot have his cake and eat it too. and he retorts with ��unless you have two cakes!” miles is unmoving on his belief of “spiderman always does both.”

while reading out what he wants the bakery to write on the cake, he’s told it won’t fit on one. so he opts for buying two cakes, but while being spiderman, stopping a villain and swinging to his apartment, (aka: trying to do both) he’s late for his parents’ party, both of the cakes are ruined, he misses his dad’s heartfelt speech and then gets grounded. essentially the lesson from this is that he has to choose his battles correctly, that he cannot do both.

when miles finds out his dad is supposed to die, he tells miguel that he can save his father and save the city/civilians, because spiderman ALWAYS does both, but like we‘ve seen numerous times, sometimes doing both just isn’t possible. in order to have one thing, you have to give up something else. he’s told that this is what being spiderman is all about, that this is what he signed up for.

miles isn’t satisfied with this answer, and says he’s gonna do his own thing.

a good portion of the movie focuses on the development of miles’ and his mom’s relationship, while him and his dad’s is still kind of rocky. he’s growing up right in front of her eyes and she has to change the way she parents, but expresses that she’s scared of losing her little boy to the world, and that she just wants to protect him because others might not have his best interests at heart— and we end up seeing that later on. our focus is pulled from this when we see what miles’ canon event is supposed to be— his dad’s death.

where i’m going with this? the one you expect is never the one they take. usually the character who we think is the safest, is actually the one who’s in danger.

in miles’ comics, during the battle with venom, he saves his father from dying but while this happens, the police accidentally shoot (and kill) his mother, rio, when they were aiming for venom. and as she’s bleeding out in his arms, this is when he finally confesses to her that he’s spiderman (something he didn’t get to do at the end of the movie because he was in the wrong universe). more happens w this in the comics but we know sometimes movies don’t follow the plot to a T, and beyond the spiderverse is supposed to be the end to his story.

so let’s replace venom with another villain that we’ve recently been introduced to, the spot. another ridiculously powerful villain that the cops will stupidly try and apprehend with guns that don’t stand a chance like they always do.

that being said, i don’t think they’re going to kill off miles’ dad.

i think they’re going to kill off his mom.

#PLEASE GOD LET ME BE WRONG #they better not i stg #across the spiderverse #miles morales #beyond the spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse theory #spiderman astv #rio morales #jeff morales

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french-toast-enjoyer · 9 months ago

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Venom essay baybey!!!!

as promised, here's my essay on symbrock as a dynamic! thank you to my contributors @symbiotic-slime

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@bloodyaliens and @shiningstardan for helping me gather resources and testimony! the paper is a bit amateur but i hope it's an okay read! please let me know if I forgot to tag you!

Symbrock– or, A Complex Love Affair Between Parasite and Host

23 April, 2024

Abstract

An investigation into “Symbrock,” or the bizarre emotional relationship between Eddie Brock– a struggling journalist and Spider-Man villain– and Venom– the parasitic alien symbiote that lives in Eddie’s body. Herein will discuss the themes, appeal, and complicated nature of the dynamic. This is a dissertation, this is an analytical dissection, but above all, this is a love story.

Keywords: Symbrock. portmanteau of “symbiote” and “Brock.”

In the fall of 2018, Venom had his individual film debut to millions of Spider-Man fans and casual movie-goers. The movie was critically panned. Fans of Spider-Man and critics of pop culture media united to declare that they hated the "buddy cop" direction that writers Kelly Marcel and Ruben Fliesher had taken the character of Venom. Many believed that Marcel (most known for screen adapting Fifty Shades of Grey) wasted the film's grizzly horror potential exploring the getting-together of Eddie and Venom. The majority had spoken, the movie had failed. So why was the fandom exploding? Within days, there were threads, blog posts, and video essays, all delving into a new obsession with this chummy characterization of Eddie Brock and the Venom symbiote. Intrigued by it, turned on by it, and desperate for more content of it, this mysterious fan base began to go through nearly forty years of lore for more of the duo they loved. What they found changed the perception of Venom as a character. Venom historians, fans, and even comic writers declared that Eddie Brock and the symbiote were in love. But the question remains, why these two? What was the evidence, what was the response, and why did this relationship appeal to the queer audience it'd captured? In short, why had Venom become a queer icon?

Symbrock– or, A Complex Love Affair Between Parasite and Host

When “I” became “We”

There is groundwork to lay in regards to proving the nature of this dynamic, and it begins with understanding what binds the two physically and spiritually, requiring readers to go back to the beginning.

While originally brought together by a mutual hatred of Spider-Man (read, The Amazing Spider-Man #300, 1988) the earliest example of a deeper bond between Brock and Venom comes to us in Venom: The Hunger (1996). Within the comic itself, Eddie Brock and Venom’s dynamic is threatened by the symbiote’s cannibalistic desires, which Eddie can not cope with.

If we blur our eyes and look at The Hunger, we see a story about Eddie coming to terms with the inherent violence and needs of Venom. Specifically, he sees how the symbiote needs a chemical compound called phenethylamine to survive– a fact that often leads him to eat human brains to get his fix. A trait that disturbs Brock so much that it drives the symbiote away, leaving the man without powers. In a straightforward manner, the story follows Eddie's journey to accept this hunger in order to remain bonded to Venom. In the final pages of the comic, Eddie brings the symbiote a vial of phenethylamine, as well as promises to share his own. The two reunite to create something stronger once again. From a distance, it's an exploration into what binds the two physically, but it’s not a fair one. Upon closer inspection, The Hunger is much more than a story of compromise.

The deep eroticism of Venom, to most, begins with the very chemical that the symbiote subsists on. For the purposes of Eddie and Venom's connection, it's important to know that phenethylamine is chemically similar to phenylethylamine– commonly referred to as “the love hormone.” According to the National Institute of Health (NIH), when concentrated, the compound has similar effects on the brain to amphetamines. Broadly, it is considered a “feel-good” chemical, and is associated with sensations of intense euphoria and gratification due to its releases of dopamine. (read: NIH). Including a chemical associated with love, sex, and even chocolate is obviously an intentional decision on the writer's part. There are thousands of compounds that comic creators had to choose from. Fear hormones, rage hormones, all things that could've related more to the brutal nature of Venom as a villain.

But the writer, Len Kaminski, chose love. And so was born Venom’s obsession with the chemical, leading him to chase it in all its forms, from human brains and nerve endings– to, as seen in the last panels of The Hunger, a heart-shaped box of chocolates, which the symbiote says is a great source of phenethylamine. There it is, a scientific explanation of why Venom feeds on love. But even with this justification of the phenomenon, Kaminski refuses to pull punches, refuses to make this platonic.

All I Ever Want Is Just A Little Love

Kaminski’s reading of Brock is far beyond romantic, and it bleeds into how writers would interpret the character even decades later (most notably, Mike Costa’s Venom run from 2016-2019). In the first volume of Hunger, Kaminski writes a heartbreaking scene in which, after eating a man’s brain, Eddie shows a deep remorse that drives Venom to separate from their bond. This was mentioned above, but what was not mentioned was how the symbiote left Brock; naked and trembling in a back alley, begging “the other” not to abandon him. The man is left in a state of temporary psychosis without Venom, his brain leached of all phenethylamine. After a stint in a tortuous sanitarium, he chases the symbiote down and reunites with it, claiming proudly “It’s not human, but it’s given me things no girlfriend ever could,” and declaring that he finally has enough love to sustain the titular hunger.

This wouldn’t be the last time Eddie would be written as captivated by his love for Venom, but it would go on to influence later iterations of the character, from the aforementioned Costa run to directorial notes of the films that’d launched the character into infamy.

In Venom #150, Mike Costa compared the bond between Brock and Venom to marriage. The interaction is a chilling one, taking place within the church where the two originally bonded, and where Eddie angsts about the nature of their relationship. He confesses, in vague terms, to a priest, that he loves his “other,” but that he’s been driven to do things he never would have done before. When the father implies that the dynamic isn’t healthy, we see a violent, possessive side of Venom. The symbiote overtakes Eddie’s body and nearly kills the priest– an action he later repents for the very same priest. He vows to try to be better in the name of devotion to his other. This marks a shift in Venom’s character and a complex arc into a more open and honest relationship between the two. And, as stated previously, this interpretation would grow to be popular with an audience of queer people, but the question remains as to why.

All Guts and Heart. There's an air of nuanced relatability to Venom as a unit. On online forums, users within the fandom each have unique reasons for loving the ship. Some enjoy that both characters are relatable outcasts, some are enthralled with the trope of “idiots in love” present in their dynamic, and some are just plain attracted to Venom.

But for a more devoted sect of the fan base, the intrigue lay in the intense physical proximity between symbiote and host. The potential for intimacy that comes with literally sharing a mind and body is intense. Venom, according to both the comics and films, sees every thought, compulsion, desire, and regret Eddie has, and Brock can do just the same to Venom.

One example of this is an excerpt from Marvel Comics Presents #5 (2019), which recently became circulated for its dark, provocative, and tense language. In the comic, Venom is handling the man with their tendrils while speaking in his mind. “We can feel every dirty curve of Eddie's intentions. All that lust entangled with terror.” and later, “We enjoy the taste of Eddie's heartbeat. Strong, solid, sweet … Should we make it go faster?” To which Eddie responds, “Watch the teeth.”

Fans were stunned by the sensuality of these panels; particularly on Tumblr, a popular blogging website. One fan claimed to have even seen a phallic shape in the dreamscape of flesh and teeth that the scene was set in. Many more declared the scene was a sex act.

It seems almost like an intentional callback to the “It's not human,” line. As though the writers are willing to explore the dynamic in a romantic and psychological context, and fans love getting to see this dimension of the characters– even when the subject matter is dark.

As with any piece of media, fan interaction is integral to the longevity and survival of a fan base, so it'd be an obvious point to investigate opinions of Venom within the fandom.

Fan testimonials. When asked why the ship appealed to them, popular Symbrock blogger @symbiotic-slime responded, “I guess I would describe it as the intimacy of being known? Having your self laid bare and someone else seeing and knowing everything about you and still choosing to stay is very romantic in my opinion.”

Regarding personal relation to the individuals: “It's partially because of being the weird neurodivergent queer kid. People think they're weird, their relationship is wrong, or something like that. Kinda hits a little too close to home.” says user @cannibalhellhound. The community in general seems to relate deeply to the outcast nature of Eddie and Venom, a point that comes through as well in discussions of the characters’ presentation and gender, as well as their “loser” status. Symbiotic-slime described a sense of connection to the devil-may-care attitude the symbiote takes with their pronouns and appearance, and user @just-anti-heros-things states succinctly, “Together they make a whole idiot who can fight battles and save the world. Or just fuck around and find out.”

A handful of aspec (asexual spectrum) fans even described connecting with the alien nature of their relationship, with user @bridoesotherjunk saying quote, “They’re not putting on a performance to please anyone- they’re just… them. And they love each other for it! That’s what I want for myself,” and @shiningstardan comparing the relationship to their own experiences with attraction towards other people.

No matter the sentiment, most fans agree that despite being outlandish and extraterrestrial, Venom and Eddie have a character more grounded than many an idealized hero in the Marvel universe. From holding hands in a movie theater to raising a child together, the two are never alone, and fans crave that proximity.

Discussion

While not a universally beloved franchise on its own, Venom has achieved cult status among a number of internet users for its raw, vulnerable, and often camp portrayal of a complicated relationship between two flawed characters. It's a fanbase that breeds creativity, exploration, and catharsis through the fantasy of a love foretold in stars. A place to make art, write fanfiction, and bond with other outcasts.

References

Kaminski, L., Halsted, T., Koblish, S., Lopez, K., & Smith, T. (1996). Venom, the hunger (Vol. 1–4). Published by Marvel Comics.

Lee, S., Ditko, S., Yanchus, A., Rosen, S., Simek, A., & Lord, P. (1988). Marvel masterworks presents the amazing spider-man: Reprinting the amazing spider-man, nos. 11-20. Marvel Comics.

Ryan, M. (2021, September 27). Andy Serkis on eddie and Venom’s “Love affair” in the new Venom sequel. UPROXX. https://uproxx.com/movies/andy-serkis-venom-let-there-be-carnage-eddie-venom-love-affair/

U.S. National Library of Medicine. (n.d.). Phenethylamine. National Center for Biotechnology Information. PubChem Compound Database. https://pubchem.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/compound/Phenethylamine

Pak, G., Nocenti, A., Waid, M., Lapham, D., Lapham, M., Aydin, A., James Monroe Iglehart, Kibblesmith, D., Percy, B., Claremont, C., Williams, L., Seeley, T., Brisson, E., North, R., Pierson, D., Sacks, E., & Emily Ryan Lerner. (2020). Tales Through The Marvel Universe. Marvel Entertainment.

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Venom: Lethal Protector no.1 • cover art by Alex Ross [2023]

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Been curiosity-reading comics lately and rather enjoyed Immortal Hulk. I noticed it was Ewing and looked up what he's done, but that's a rather long list of other things he's written-figured it'd be best to ask tumblr user ewingstan for any particular recommendations to look at from here.

Oh dang! Glad you're enjoying yourself. I'll say up front that Ewing likes to use a lot of the same characters across series, and that they tend to have larger arcs between series, so reading all his stuff in order is pretty rewarding. I also provided a few reading lists below the cut. That said, If I were to recommend some highlights:

Iron Man: Fatal Frontier— Co-written with the incredible Kieron Gillen, this is one of Ewing's first series working in Marvel. A mini-series with a great premise (Iron Man acting as basically a sheriff on a Moon colony) and a great take on Stark, emphasizing a pig-headedness that makes him very entertaining to watch. It's also Ewing's first use of Doom as a character, who'll become one of his favorites to use—and damn if he doesn't write a good Doom.

Loki: Agent of Asguard— One of my first experiences with comics, and one that set the benchmark for what you could do with an extended universe. What starts as an interesting setup for a mythical spy storyline spirals into a larger tale of deciding what kind of character you want to be. Technically a follow-up to Gillen's runs on Journey into Mystery and Young Avengers, but these aren't at all necessary—Ewing sets up the context quickly.

Contest of Champions (2015)— An especially zany one, this series lets Ewing indulge in his favorite passtime: bringing back a bunch of unconnected obscure characters and banging them against each other like never before. An excellent showcase of Ewing's abilities to quickly spin a compelling character out of very little.

Avengers: No Surrender and Avengers: No Road Home—These two series have a soft spot for me. Co-written by Ewing, Mark Waid, and Jim Zub, they're both some of the best examples of classic "there's a big weird threat, lets assemble some heroes" storylines to date. They also serve as a culmination of sorts for Ewing's various scattered Avengers series, though they can each be taken on their own. (Those scattered Avengers series are typically quite good, though they tend to be mired in event cross-overs. Usually you'll need to quickly look up the basic premises of the event an issue is tying into to avoid confusion, though larger engagement with the events are unneeded. These two series thankfully avoid that trend).

Guardians of the Galaxy (2020): This is Ewing firing on all cylinders. It arguably requires a bit more comics background to get the full effect, but it employs some of his most interesting ideas and most compelling action. This ended too damn soon.

Now for the reading lists:

Ewing loves working on team books that are 80% made up of heroes the average person has never heard of. Some of his favorites to work with are Blue Marvel, Spectrum, Sunspot, and various iterations of White Tiger. The most direct reading order for what I consider his most classic, pulpy superhero work is going in order from Mighty Avengers (2014), Captain America and the Mighty Avengers (2014), New Avengers (2015), U.S.Avengers (2017), Avengers: No Surrender (Avengers #675-690), Avengers: No Road Home, Empyre, and Avengers Inc.

However, you can alternatively take the Mighty series to be the start of his exploration of Marvel's larger cosmic makeup. For this somewhat separate, trippier storyline, the reading order is Loki: Agent of Asguard, Mighty Avengers (2014), Captain America and the Mighty Avengers (2014), Ultimates, Ultimates ^2, Contest of Champions, Avengers: No Surrender, Avengers: No Road Home, Immortal Hulk, Marvel Comics #1000, Defenders (2021), and Defenders: Beyond. From what I understand, Venom (2021), The Immortal Thor, Venom War and All-New Venom (2024) also follow from this storyline, though I haven't gotten to these yet. Do make sure to check out the tie-in Absolute Carnage: Immortal Hulk, the one saving grace of the whole Danny Cates Venom series.

Finally, you can construct a list focusing on his take on Marvel's interplanetary politics: Royals, Rocket, Empyre, Guardians of the Galaxy, S.W.O.R.D, X-Men: Red, and The Resurrection of Magneto.

Here's a more detailed breakdown with notes on where you can continue specific storylines. Note again that many of these will have tie-ins, just look up the basic premise of whatever event they're connected to and you'll be fine.

Mighty Avengers is directly continued through Captain America and the Mighty Avengers.

After that, Ewing starts working on two different ensemble books: Ultimates (2015) and New Avengers (2015), each using some characters from the Mighty Avengers books. Each of these are followed up in later series, creating two separate storylines. The New Avengers is arguably a more direct continuation of the larger Ewing Avengers storyline.

If you liked Spectrum and The Blue Marvel, and like your sci-fi with a dash of mytho-poetics, start with Ultimates and continue with Ultimates ^2 (2016). The team also makes an appearance at the tail-end of Contest of Champions. Much of the focus on the big cosmic beings it explores gets revisited in Marvel Comics #1000, Defenders, and Defenders: Beyond.

If you liked Power-Man and White Tiger, and want something pulpy and frenetic, start with New Avengers. Optionally, read the 3-issue Ultron Forever miniseries first. Then move on to U.S.Avengers.

After finishing U.S.Avengers, continue onto No Surrender (aka Avengers 675-690.) This is the last hurrah of the team started in New Avengers, and ties back in several characters from the Mighty Avengers runs. If you want more Roberto Da Costa afterwards, check out X-Men: Red.

No Road Home follows up on No Surrender, and follows up a bit more directly with some of the plot threads from the Ultimates series. Optionally read Rocket beforehand. Afterwards, you can continue the storyline it set up in Guardians of the Galaxy.

The event series Empyre, co-written with Dan Slott, follows up on character arcs from the Mighty Avengers with She-Hulk, The Ultimates with Captain Marvel and Black Panther, and from New Avengers with Wiccan and Hulkling. It also sets up storylines in GotG.

Avengers Inc. is not especially related to other works here, though it uses several characters that he's frequently used across his Avengers titles. Optionally read Ant-Man (2022) and Wasp (2023) beforehand.

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