#whimsikalmusing

[chalabrun]

If you are taking prompts, pls, oh pls, can I have Venom riding Eddie possibly combined with possessive!Eddie?

Warning(s): E, sexual content

Lately, it seemed as though his fortunes were beginning to look up, if only a little. Within the past week he’d been hired by a local, community paper. Nothing nearly as prestigiousas what he’d worked with in the past, but it sure as hell beat the crap out of writing for crappy celebrity rags. All news is still news, his advisor for his journalism major had told him, crap or no. What mattered wasthe integrity of the one reporting it and the validity of the truth. Nothing else was supposed to matter.

 So, for his first real assignment, he’d been deigned to cover a local charity auction that would be benefiting some local orphanages. Despite the foul reputation he possessed amongthe other vigilantes that crawled through Manhattan, anything that was for the betterment of kids was something he could always get behind.

 Prestige didn’t matter for something like that.

Dressed in a serviceable dress shirt and black trousers paired with worn but newly buffed penny loafers, hair slicked back, availing himself before the mirror made him think he looked prettydamn good all things considering.

 However, it seemed as though his Other was in disagreement.

 Wish you didn’t have to go, Eddie, the symbiote said within his mind, manifesting over his shoulder and nuzzling against his pulse. Teeth affectionately grazed his neck in reddening runnels, but nothing that would last for very long. A sweet displayof possessiveness that warmed him. Want you to spend the night in. Can feel the child growing. Wants to be with its father.

 “I know, love,” Eddie murmured as he turned his face into Venom, brushing a soft kiss into its form. Venom purred loudly and bumped its head against his jaw, crooning as he feltits appendages entwine over his dress shirt, winding around his midsection and trailing towards the waistband of his pants, feeling his cock twitch and a rumble of lust pour into his mind like water.

 Want to spend the night with you, too. Have you all to ourselves, the symbiote purred as it just barely breached his pants, hearing the top button pop open.

 God knows, he wanted this, too. Still, the blond bid his stirring cock to calm down with how they were already running five minutes behind schedule. That didn’t mean he was callous.Venom had been feeling much more possessive and needy since this pregnancy had begun, much more emotionally charged than the other ones. He understood and did anything within his power to be more accommodating.

 “You will later, love. I promise,” Eddie assured despite the lame, reedy whine that pitched from Venom as it nuzzled him one last time before begrudgingly disappearing insideof him.

 Within a five minute bus ride and a block to walk, Eddie was at the auction in no time at all despite the slight hindrance. The people there were upper middle class types; wealthy enoughto participate at all, but modest enough unlike the insufferable wealthy class that would’ve shown up in even more ostentatious displays of wealth. Showing up for no one’s benefit but their own reputation and tomaintain the status quo masquerading as charity.

 Eddie already had a mental checklist of people he planned on interviewing, one already sighted by the coat check. She was a smartly dressed, curvaceous blonde woman in a flattering, steelgray pantsuit that accentuated those curves. Admittedly, even he couldn’t help but stare for a minute longer than he should’ve, which earned a jealous and unhappy whine from the symbiote.

 It’s just an interview, love. I won’t take long at all.

 Then why were you staring at her? Like you wanted her, Eddie?

 Eddie swallowed guiltily, unable to answer before making a beeline for her anyways. Venom resigned itself to sulking in the recesses of his mind, faintly hissing whenever Eddie smiled warmlythrough the questions, or at the way the woman flirted right back. She tucked errant locks of hair behind an ear, Venom sometimes mockingly repeating the way she said things in a tone of voice that dipped its toes into sultry.

 See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?

 Venom only responded with a snarling, feral hiss and grudging silence. Though it caused Eddie to take pause, he couldn’t blow this. Despite it, between interviewees and the occasionalpause to watch the auction play out, the symbiote manifested a single hand from the creeping ink that ran down Eddie’s arm and twined their fingers together, even though Eddie seemed too absorbed in current affairs toeven take notice. Too discouraged to try again, the symbiote retreated into miserable silence.

 Several hours later, beaming at how well it went, when closing offers were made did Eddie feel as though he had ample material enough to retreat to an abandoned wing of the small communitycenter the auction had taken place in, switching on a set of lights and pulling out a chair in what appeared to be a bistro likely used as a food kitchen on reserve.

 As Eddie was busily making notes in the margins of the notebook he’d used to record the transcripts, pairing it by listening to the audio he’d collected during the actual interviews,his hand suddenly lifted of its own accord and hurled the notebook, furiously, halfway across the empty room to slap on the tile meters away.

 “Ven? Why did you--”

 Eddie had no time to complete his question as he was seized and slammed by his back into the table he’d been sitting at, temporarily stunning him as he cracked his eyes from the impactopen into a vision of Venom manifested and pinning him by his wrists into the table.

 “If you don’t want me, why don’t you couple with that human woman?!” came Venom’s impassioned, furiously hurt accusation. “Should go back to being nothing more than a suit for you!” Through that anger, Eddie could feel the symbiote trembling, quaking through this vice that seemed to be waning in pressure with each and every second.

 Eddie’s own expression twisted in indignation and they remained in a stalemate for a pregnant pause before the blond manfully flipped them around, extricating himself from an entrapmentthat had been fraudulent to begin with.

 Venom’s body jolted from the impact and anything that could be said was met with Eddie crashing their lips together, the symbiote reacting intensely and clawing into his scalp andback, engulfing each other in an embrasure too tight to be human. “You honestly think I want anyone else after you?” he growled into the column of venom’s neck as he sank blunt teeth into it, a savage purr rumbling through his Other’s chest cavity like a motor. “To be with someonewho will never understand me the way you do?” Venom’s flesh jumped and twitched and shivered as those teeth and lips traveled lower, uttering a shameless moan when he lapped at a pectoral with worshipfulness.

 But like that, he took pause and Venom’s immeasurably pleasured eyes slowly opened, Eddie smiling with heartbreaking tenderness as he cupped Venom’s face before kissing lower,wrapping his arms around Venom’s abdomen where their child was growing, the symbiote’s claws in his hair taking pause. “You think I’d want anyone else but the parent of our child?” he asked withshining blue eyes before tenderly plotting kisses where the fetus was growing, Venom trembling with desperate adoration it never thought it’d have.

 A defect. A faulty Klyntar that shamed its race.

 Yet here its host was, showering it with so much love and devotion it thought it might burst.

 Then, Eddie lifted his gaze, dark with lust. “Maybe I should prove it to you, love,” he purred as he sank to the floor, against a wall, bringing Venom to straddle his lap. Handscurved over formed hips and groped its rear, Venom hissing pleasurably while mentally pinned in anticipation and want, warm and hazy as a cloud of steam. “Fill you up with so many babies until this whole fucking planetis overrun. Prove to everyone that you’re mine.”

 That alone was enough to awaken every bestial arousal in the symbiote, that which had bloomed from the furious and possessive passions that had flourished between them through the years.Yes, Eddie, we want that! We need it!

 As if forgetting speech from there, Venom fell upon Eddie with desperate, possessive need as it scrambled to switch off the tab and undo his fly in a passionate love of the cock it adoredfilling it up so much. Pinning Eddie to the floor sans the hands that held on to its hips, Venom panted wantonly when it finally found Eddie’s cock and sprung it free, serpentine tongue coiling about the shaft and lavishingattention upon the head while Eddie fell back with a deep groan as Venom hungrily ravished it. The man’s face grimaced in pleasure while Venom pumped his cock with enrapturing effect, squeezing it in intervals that wasenough to make him go mad.

 Gasping when Venom’s tongue was removed with a wet pop, the symbiote greedily sat itself on his cock and began riding him mercilessly hard, growling, “Mine, mine, mine, MINE,” in deep and lusty timbres. Eddie braced his feet into the tile, momentarily glad his shoes had good purchase while fucking Venom as hard and snapping his hipsto such ends that Venom gyrated its hips roughly on his cock, snarling its deep and feral pleasure.  

 The symbiote panted roughly and winded, ragged and drunk on pleasure. For several minutes was it sustained, Eddie’s calves and thighs burning from the exertion placed on his musclesas he gasped with each beat of the hard and fast fucking he gave the symbiote.

 Suddenly, Venom curled into itself and pumped its hips once last time before its tongue lolled out in a drunk gasp and it collapsed boneless on him, mind whiting out in the intensity ofits orgasm. Eddie fucked Venom a few more times before he unloaded his seed inside the symbiote who purred and gladly squeezed and milked his cock dry even while slumped and panting hard on him. Eddie flopped when he’dfinally had enough, hands numbly rising to stroke over his beloved’s back that elicited a deepening purr and happy, relaxed shudder.

 Eddie smiled, lazy and giddy. “You alright, love?” he murmured breathlessly, the contently dozing symbiote arching into his touch and sliding upwards at once to butt his jawlike a feline and nuzzle adoringly into his neck.

 “More than okay, Eddie,” Venom purred, stretching its arms and talons out before relaxing again on its host with a gusty exhale. It turned its head and began to lavish lazy, affectionate licks along his jawline and jowls, eyes driftingshut in its contentedness.

 “Yeah?” Gently did he approximate where the womb was, slipping a hand between their bodies and soothingly rubbing the area that warmed to his touch, oily skin rippling pleasurablyfrom the affectionate contact. He grazed a soft kiss on Venom’s crown, continuing the soothing circles he conferred to Venom while the symbiote trembled from the love that threatened to overwhelm it. “Baby doingalright, love? Not hurt at all?”

 Venom’s arms engulfed Eddie’s head in a sudden embrace, resting their brows together and wanting to sink into this moment, forever. As soulmates. As the father and parent totheir child. As a love greater than it’d ever dreamed possible.

 “No, Eddie,” the symbiote sighed, blinking languidly before embroiling him a deep, breathless kiss.

 I love you, Eddie.

 I love you, too, my darling.

[sleepynegress]

whimsikalmusing replied to your post “(1/2) tbh the idea of Shuri and Peter feels like an insult to me. it...”

I like the idea of Peter Shuri but the dynamic would be imbalanced. Shuri is better than Peter. Smarter, more mature, has more responsibilities, more under her purview. Peter, assuming he’s what, 2 years younger, has a lot to learn. But I think she would enjoy his company, his self deprecating humor, his admiration of her intellect, his understanding of the magnitude of what she’s doing scientifically. She would challenge him to do better and keep up or bounce.

And I don’t like how fandom stays making her a “bro” or some other placeholder character to make room for a love interest. I see y’all.

Again, white fandom has trouble with seeing black characters as fellow humans with a life that doesn’t serve their white faves’ interests.   

Her canon dynamic with Ross, a grown-up CIA agent, in her lab was shown as playfully patronizing.  She saw this high-ranking CIA officer as a 3 year old near a Swarovski crystal display.  ...Telling him not to touch anything.

She has to talk him through using tech she designed. And some of these “fans” imagine this character is gonna have trouble keeping up with anything any U.S. school or even college or corporation has to offer??   It’s laughable. An American high school would be like a kindergarten to her.

And yes, Shuri having any kind of real human interest in love, beyond a shout-out or waving a one sentence declarative flag on paper, isn’t real in white fandom.   Like I said, their emotional relation to her is on the level of a cute family pet.  Family pets don’t love their humans in that way.

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[irisbleufic]

oh iris what the FUCK have you done XD

Okay, first of all, I did not do it alone.  The actual starting of said thing might have been my fault, true, but my conspirator was 100% game.

(It took 8 hours, but we wrote it all, so the parts will go up like clockwork every day between now and 11/12/18.  You can count on that.)

@whimsikalmusing said: Do you still have the fics with gorgeous illustrations I read way back on LJ?

Yes.  Those stories are all on my AO3 account, but only some of them have the illustrations by LinnPuzzle included.  Some of the hosting links for those images went down a long time ago, and they have proved irretrievable.  But the stories, all the Good Omens fic-text I ever wrote, is most definitely on my AO3.  I archived everything.

@mirawonderfulstar said: i may not have asked for this but it was ONLY bc i never knew it was a thing could have asked for, timeloop aus are my favorite and i’m VERY excited about this

It was only a matter of time till I applied this kind of concept to GO material.  I sincerely hope you enjoy the ride, as does @procrastinatingbookworm.

[ao3feed--symbrock]

by Calis (Calesvol)

whimsikalmusing requested: If you are taking prompts, pls, oh pls, can I have Venom riding Eddie possibly combined with possessive!Eddie?

Words: 1937, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Venom (Movie 2018), Venom (Comics)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Other

Characters: Eddie Brock, Venom Symbiote (Marvel)

Relationships: Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote

Additional Tags: Jealousy, Possessive Behavior, Family Feels, Rough Sex, Marking, Mating Bond, Top Eddie Brock, Bottom Venom Symbiote (Marvel)

[land-of-brains-and-chocolate]

tagged by @blue-b-bro on me venom blog so i guess i’ll do it on me venom blog

1. are you named after anyone? no, but me and my siblings are theme named. like, we match. specifically, if you’ve ever read a latin textbook, our exploits were detailed within the practice texts therein.

2. when was the last time you cried? you know, up until, like, a year ago i’d made a habit of crying anytime, anywhere, mid-day breakdowns in public bathrooms but, since Back Then, i don’t think i have.

3. do you want kids? not particularly.

4. do you use sarcasm a lot? unfortunately!

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people? just the general... vibe? so i can match it. are they awkward? we might bond over being awkward. are they an arrogant ass? two can play at that game

6. what’s your eye color? dark brown...

7. scary movie or happy ending? this is a weird dichotomy. i don’t get much out of most horror movies, but i can appreciate both happy and devastating endings. the latter can be really good for catharsis, i see people ragging on negative character development all the time but sometimes it’s just... good.

8. any special talents? the pattern brain never rests. is this a talent? i’m overly analytical.

9. where were you born? thereabouts of vienna.

10. what are your hobbies? blogging about all kinds of media because it’s putting the pattern brain and the obsessive brain to, like, an entertaining use. and i like to hike and run but not in this godawful weather.

11. do you have any pets? my guinea pigs died of old age fairly recently... i love any and all rodents...

12. what sports do you play/have you played? i cannot stand any sports that are played in a team or against others, i only like to exercise on my own.

13. how tall are you? 170cm. i was gonna say “as average as can be” but then that gave me the idea to look up the actual averages and americans are six whole centimeters shorter than austrians? what???

14. favorite subject in school? english but just because i was, like, perfectly bilingual by age fifteen.

15. dream job? translator as well, actually.

tagging fuckin uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh @beypride @enbiote @redbatcastle @all-prophecies-are-false @radeddie @quetzalpapalotl @silpexx @legaylity @whimsikalmusing everyone who remains untagged. no one gets to remain unbothered

[agendervenom]

Venompreg headcanons?

Well since they asexually reproduce, there’s not much in the way of actual pregnancy. Mind you I think it’s canon that they can hatch from eggs as well which leaves a bit of a... yeah. :)) Eggs... WELL

Anyways, Venom gets hungrier than normal. Regular cravings that Eddie already has to deal with turn worse and Venom goes from eating a pack of tater tots a day to like pretty much needing to go out and hunt.

Eddie doesn’t know what’s going on until Venom explains to him what’s happening and then Eddie is just like. Oh. Well. My life is already weird enough as is so I might as well accept this.

Venom also becomes far more restless and becomes prone to wanting to run around in the cool night air. The apartment can be so stifling sometimes. Eddie lets this happen and they might just snag a meal on the way.

Eddie does his best to be as... supportive as possible. Truthfully, he’s weirded out but he asks lots of questions and tries not to bicker as much with Venom because who knows how his symbiote will react now.

Definitely do not call Venom a parasite during this phase.

The spawning of the symbiote child happens in the middle of the night while Eddie is asleep. It’s not particularly painful, just a little uncomfortable. Mostly from their shared bond and feeling Venom’s emotions through his own. He wakes up and finds Venom manifested from his body tending to the little ball of goo tendrils.

It’s then that it all sort of becomes a reality to him and he promises to help Venom protect and care for the youngling before it matures (which is quick because symbiotes have a short maturation period).

[chalabrun]

somehow, still sacred

Word count: 780 Pairings: Symbrock Rating: G Warnings: Death mention Summary: They both decide to pay Maria a visit, and they have some good news to share. A/N: Prompt fill for @whimsikalmusing! B]

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It was becoming something of a ritual for them. It wasn’t cheap, footing the funeral’s bill. As far as they’d known, Maria didn’t have any known family, no one they could really call or contact. But, it’d been okay. She had family in the most unexpected of places. With the enormous expose he’d fronted in rooting into every dark crevice of the Life Foundation in what was an ongoing investigation, things were turning around.

The bank had approved of the loan for the funeral expenses, and the installment plan wasn’t too overwhelming. Maria’s funeral saw people come in droves. Anne, Dan, Foundation workers who had been blackmailed into staying—probably half a borough if he were honest. Hell, even the mayor himself had announced he’d be building a memorial as a monument over Maria’s grave for all the lives lost.

It was touching. They’d gained a reminder, a noble symbol. But to Eddie, he’d just lost a friend. Someone he’d gladly pay twenty dollars for in free newspapers a lifetime over just to have her back.

It was a week after the funeral itself, but he still showed up wearing something decent. Jeans, t-shirt, spiffy leather jacket fresh from the thrift store. New boots to replace his worn and rundown sneakers. A bouquet in hand of all the flowers he was sure she liked.

Her grave, one commissioned away from where the memorial was set to be in stone, was a modest gravestone: Maria Davis, beloved friend. A quote from a book he’d given her that she’d taken to like a fish out of water, all beneath a small, shady oak tree just beginning to grow. He hoped it would grow enormous, one day.

“Hey, Maria, long time no see,” Eddie greeted with a crooked smile, a sad look in his eyes. Sad, but at peace, if you could call it that. “Y’like the view from ‘ere? Me an’ Ven thought you might. Always did seem like ya liked the water, an’ all.” Venom emerged as a humanoid form roughly Eddie’s height, taking the bouquet and holding it reverently.

“Checked your memories. The water always reminded you of freedom,” the symbiote affirmed. Even if it was trying to understand human emotions, and their ways, it understood grief. Especially after losing Riot despite the harsh enmity they’d been embroiled in months before. “…Brought you these.”

Eddie knew it would take getting used to, because Ven still felt responsible for Maria’s death. Even though it had been completely unprecedented, he wanted Venom to feel that guilt, to let itself feel and process through those emotions. He certainly wasn’t alone. Eddie watched with a fond smile as Venom stooped to place the colorful bouquet before the grave marker, genuflecting with him.

“I have some news, y’know,” Eddie continued, slipping he and Venom’s hands together. “And yeah, it—it’s gonna sound like the craziest thing ever. I know, I sure thought it was, but— I’ve been thinkin’. If you love somethin’, let it go. Well, I loved Anne. And…I let her go. She’s with’a great guy now, Dan. He’s smart, an’ shit. Real good guy. Both’a them helped me an’ Ven out, too. Helluva lot.” He laughed a short, airy note. Trying to gather his thoughts again.

“Thing is, spending this life alone—it sucks major balls. An’ we don’t always live life th’ way we think we should. …I found someone, Maria. Someone I think I’d be pretty happy to spend my life with. These things kinda demand witnesses though, right? Make it official, an’ all. And you’re one of my closest friends, so… And, you’re the reason we met at all.”

Venom grew quiet when it realized what Eddie was saying, the symbiote craning to search into Eddie’s eyes when he finally looked away from the gravestone, conviction in that gaze. Something strong and sure, without faltering. “Eddie, do you mean it? …You want to be with us, forever?” it asked incredulously, hope so heavy in its voice it could be heart-wracking if this wasn’t meant to be a happy affair.

Thoughtfully, Eddie touched the bite mark on Venom’s neck. From their first time together, Venom hadn’t let it fade. And when Venom had done the same on his neck, he refused to let Venom heal it. It would scar, permanently. A heat blossomed on the symbiote’s skin where he touched, giddy with reciprocation.

“Might be the world’s biggest idiot, but I’m pretty sure I know what my heart wants, Ven. An’ it wants you.”

Without a moment’s further hesitance, Venom’s threw its arms around Eddie’s neck and they kissed passionately for a long, tender moment.

“I love you, Eddie.”

“Same here, love.”

[dinsbeskar]

johnnynightingale replied to your post “this is slightly random but like. do you get a different vibe from...”

this made my day omg

ME TOO, nsfw richard headcanons will definitely do that though lmao

whimsikalmusing replied to your post “this is slightly random but like. do you get a different vibe from...”

Welp, I'm ruined now, thanks. ��

same friend, same *takes many cold showers*

[heroesofhyrule]

whimsikalmusing said: You could tag tw: ableist language

At the time I was thinking of tagging it as ableism, but I didn't know if it fitted the definition. But thank you, now I know what to use! 

[damnitpippin]

Happy birthday!!

Thank you!!

[nerdygrlwonder]

15, 4, 2

2. Favorite piece overall?

Hands down, "Flowers for their

4. Which has the most "you" in it, however you'd define that?

Hmmm...I'd say "The Tipping Point". I wrote that after Heartless I think.... and was righteously pissed off at how Crane could keep defending Katrina when she was so evidently lying to and manipulating him. I had to get it out so I basically let Abbie say what I wanted to and had been yelling at the screen all season long. 

15. Does font matter to you when you're writing a draft?

OMG YES! LOL if I don't write in Times New Roman font size 12 with double spaces, I get twitchy. It bugs me out!

[perkynurples]

Orange Blossom

If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you?

Nah, the way I understand it, deciding to have a kid is all about deciding to love that kid no matter what they'll end up identifying as or looking like :)

[1lostone]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

HOLY CRAP THIS IS LIKE A BLAST FROM MY PAST I AM SO EXCITED. :D:D  

[ontinetine]

whimsikalmusing said: What do you need help with?

I've been having pretty bad mood swings over the past week, and I felt suicidal about an hour and a half ago. I didn't have a plan or anything. I just felt like shit. I'm in a safe space right now and feel a little more stable, but I'm worried that I'll nosedive again. I can call my therapist tomorrow, but I really don't want to call anybody tonight. Lifeline's chat was offline, so I couldn't talk to anyone there. 

Just trying to keep it together until I do something to help myself.

Thanks for checking in on me. <3

[avelera]

whimsikalmusing replied to your post:About 3,000 words on Mad Baggins today. Obviously...

I’d give my left ovary to be able to sit and write so much! Good job!

Thank you! First of all, this is a weird fic that just kinda flows so not representative of my usual writing amount (usually I crap out around 1000)

However, I also want to mention that hitting a high word count is an endurance race more than it has anything to do with "talent". When I was 12 and first start writing, I'd be exhausted after 100 words. As a teenager, I had to force myself to set my chapter word count at 2000 words, because days of work would result in half of that and I'd be exhausted and eager to post. If you look at my stories before about 2011, they're mostly less than 2,000 words. Basically, one needs to stop thinking of it as talent and start thinking of it like training for a marathon. You'd never expect a new runner to be able to run 20+ miles. It's just not possible. You run a bit, as often as you can, and over time it gets easier and eventually you surprise yourself. The first time I hit 1000 words by accident (which, btw, was within the last 2 years and I've been writing on and off for 16) I was completely speechless. So yeah, no sacrifices of body parts needed, just respect your mind and your body and think of it as training for endurance, not some special magical skill