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Patrick Jane x reader - treat you right

Hi! Can you do a Patrick Jane x reader where they're working on a case and the reader keeps getting hit on and it makes her very uncomfortable and Jane is being super protective of her? - Anon💜

You didn’t hate many things, in fact, the list was incredibly small, only one thing on it, and that was sleazy bars.

And unfortunately for the sake of this case, it’s where you had to go in order to try and find some answers.

So you and Patrick were standing outside it as you looked at the door with a frown on your face.

“You don’t have to come inside.” He said.

“You’ll get yourself punched in the face if I leave you in attended.”

Patrick laughed a little and he nodded his head, walking into the bar first he held the door open for you and you looked around.

“Right, you take the bar, I’ll take these few tables.” You said.

“You sure? We can go around together. I know you don’t like these places and you’re already uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry. Just work.”

He frowned but nodded his head, making his way to the bar and you walked over to a table with a few bikers sat at it.

“Hey gentlemen, Agent (L/N) with the CBI, I was wondering if I could ask a few questions?”

“You got a badge?” One asked.

“Yes sir.”

You showed him your badge and let them look at it before they handed it over and nodded.

You spoke to them for a few minutes, writing down everything they said before doing to the next table of more bikers and finally the last table of young men.

“Agent (Y/N), CBI. Can I ask you some questions?”

“Sure pretty lady.” One grinned.

You ignored his comment and began asking the same questions and when you realised they weren’t going to be much help you stopped.

“Thanks guys.”

You turned around.

“You want a drink?” One asked.

“No thank you.”

Walking over to the bar, you stood next to Patrick who was talking to the bartender and one of the men walked over, standing next to you.

“How about a drink when you’re not working?”

“No.”

“Aw not even one?”

You glanced at him.

“I will arrest your for harassment.”

“Maybe I’d like that, you’re hot. Maybe I want you to arrest me.”

You shuffled a little closer to Patrick and he placed a hand on your wrist, moving you on the other side of him, and the men went to follow you.

Patrick turned around, standing in front of you.

“She said no. Stop harassing her.”

“Oh who are you her boyfriend? Get lost.”

Patrick looked the man up and down.

“Look, I get it. You’re girlfriend left you, I can’t say I blame her since apparently you don’t know who to treat a woman right. I suggest you leave.”

“Or what?”

Patrick glanced around the bar.

“You’ve gained the attention of every man in this bar, and I kind of want to punch you in the face.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“You’re right. I wouldn’t.”

Patrick turned around and looked at you, and you gave a small sign.

“I’m fine…”

“You’re not…” he whispered.

“Come on babe, just a drink! Let loose a little don’t be such a bitch!”

Patrick pursed his lips together and he turned around, in one swing he punched the man, knocking him back a few steps.

“Oh you asshole!”

The man went to hit him back but was stopped by a few other men dragging him out the bar and throwing him to the ground.

Patrick turned to look at you.

“Don’t tell Lisbon?” He grinned a little.

You turned to the bar tender.

“Is there a back exit we can use?”

“Course yeah, follow me.”

He led you through and you walked back to the car, Patrick trailing behind you.

Resting your back against the door, you held your hand out to him and he gave you his hand.

“It’s fine. Doesn’t even hurt.”

You said nothing, and carried on inspecting his hand before you let it go.

Looking up at him, you sighed softly.

“You can’t just punch people.”

“He called you a bitch, and he was making you uncomfortable.”

“That’s no reason to punch him Patrick.”

You sighed again, shaking your head and smiled, walking over you hugged him, and he froze for a second before quickly hugging you back.

“But thanks.”

“I’ll punch anyone you want me to.” He beamed.

You pulled away and pointed at him.

“You absolutely will not Patrick Jane.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, I won’t punch anyone else.” He laughed.

Patrick smiled down at you.

“You’re okay though, really?”

“Really. Thanks to you.”

He nodded and smiled at you, opening the car door for you to get in before closing it and getting into the passenger side.

He glanced at you, still smiling.

You deserved the world, someone to treat you like a queen, and he wanted to do that for you.

He just needed you to finally stop being so oblivious and to see that

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stuckysdaughter · 9 days

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Christmas fic party request:

Where reader is an fbi tech (post red John) and shoots her shot at Jane at the Xmas party. Smut. Lots of smut. Very comforting because I just imagine him being SO lovely. Age difference mentioned.

Patrick Jane x female reader

Summary: your feeling brave, the man you’ve been pining for is older than you, surely he’s not interested in you, right? Smut. 18+ only,protected sex, praise kink, lots of praise, eye contact , so much praise ugh I’m mad for this man okay! I’m begging people to send in more requests for him 🙏🙏

Warnings: explicit smut, 18 plus ONLY. Smut, protected sex, praise kink x10. Fingering. Pet names, Minors be gone from here!

A:N - I’m super proud of this one. Thankyou for requesting I hope you liked it 🥹🥹please feel free to request more for Patrick Jane too!! ❤️

The wince on your face as you glance around the room is prominent. You only came tonight for one reason. And he’s not here.

Your colleagues are busy getting merry, rigsby and van pelt wearing matching Christmas jumpers and paper hats. The music is so loud you can feel it coursing through you.

Jane had seen your mood dip around the holidays and he had made you promise you would at least show your face. You agreed solely because he said he would accompany you and your heart fluttered at his offer. The small touch he left on your elbow, the reassurance in his face when he said ‘I’ll be with you the whole time’ had you screaming internally.

You weren’t the newest member of the team, but you were quite a bit younger than Jane, and as he is so observant you did your absolute best to keep your crush on him secret.

It had been a long few years.

Fed up of the party, you duck out and find yourself wandering straight into something tall and hard.

Patrick

“Oh shit I’m so- you start, blinking at him as you try and play it off.

“Are you okay?” He asks rubbing your arm soothingly.

It seems your brain has short circuited as you just stare at him, he looks good, so good.

“Hey” he says softly, moving his hand to cup your face.

“Hey Jane” you squeak out, praying he can’t tell how flustered you are.

His brows crease at you, his thumb runs across the curve of your cheek and you cannot take this anymore so you bring your hand up to connect with the hand that’s on your face.

His eyes bore into yours as you wait for him to pull his hand away.

But he doesn’t.

“Jane, I- I need to tell you something I - you whisper closing your eyes as you speak.

“I know” he says lowly

“You what!” You say, horrified, eyes shooting open as heat rises to your face.

You try and turn away but he stops you, hands flying to your waist, gripping tightly.

Your lips part slightly as you take in the man in front of you. He smiles, leans forward and

Runs his thumb across your lip and once again your brain short circuits, you think you might die right there. There’s no way he doesn’t feel the way your pulse starts picking up and your eyes blow wide at his action.

“Jane?” You ask, voice cracking

“Yeah honey?” His voice slightly deeper, it makes your pussy clench and your heart soar.

“I love you” you say, and for a moment you panic thinking he doesn’t feel the same and then he closes his eyes and sighs, before pulling you in closer

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that” he growls.

He searches your face for any kind of hesitation and you nod, he smiles as he shakes his head.

“Use your words my darling”

“Hurry up and kiss me, please” you whine,

Your breath hitches as he cups your face again and brings his lips to yours. His lips are soft, he presses into you as he deepens the kiss.

You can’t help but let out a moan as he presses into you, it’s comforting, safe, and leaves you wanting more.

“Patrick” you whisper, as he reluctantly breaks the kiss, his hand comes back to cup your face, finger stroking slowly down your cheek.

“You okay?” He checks.

You nod a bit too quickly, and he chuckles.

“Shall we, go somewhere more private?” He whispers as he leans in to place a feather light kiss to your neck.

“God, yes” you mutter. He grabs your hand instantly and leads you up to his room above the office.

“It’s cold in here” you mutter as he shuts the door to his living space, instantly his arms are around you again, catching your lips in a searing kiss he cages you against the wall. One of his arms rest on the wall, the other tracing down to your waist. Your chest heaves as he teases his fingers up and down underneath your shirt.

“Please” you whine and he smirks, dipping his hand beneath the waistband.

“God your dripping” he murmurs rubbing your throbbing pussy through your panties. You clench your thighs together at his actions, and his words.

“Jane” you croak, desperate, needy.

“I love the sound of my name falling from your lips” he breathes, making you look at him before moving your panties and sliding in a finger.

It’s agonisingly slow, and of course Patrick can tell your getting frustrated with his teasing.

He speeds up a bit before adding another finger, your walls flutter around his fingers.

“Mm, Jane fuck” you whisper, he increases the pressure and starts to curl his fingers up as they enter you. His thumb comes to circle your clit and he catches your moan with a kiss.

“D-don’t stop” you moan as he presses his thumb into your clit as he curls his fingers hitting your G spot.

“Oh OH god” you whine

“That’s it honey” he soothes, breaking the kiss as your walls clench around his fingers.

“Jane” you say as you feel your orgasm approaching

“Come for me, that’s it, good girl” he says as he curls his fingers once more and you see stars as your orgasm crashes over you.

He holds you steady, fingers lazily pushing in and out of you as he fingers you through your orgasm.

“You okay”? He whispers placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You nod and he pulls you into his embrace.

“God that was- incredible” you pant, leaning in to give him a kiss.

He pulls you gently towards his bed.

He pushes you gently and you fall back

“Lie down” he whispers, he’s out of breath and it’s so arousing you can’t help the throb that courses through you.

Patrick unbuttons his suit jacket, hanging it up on the chair he climbs on top of you. Once again you feel safe within his presence.

His arms come to rest on either side of your head, he looks down at you, a soft smile on his face.

“Stop it” you say, trying to turn away from his stare.

“Don’t, don’t do that, your beautiful, let me see you yeah?” he tilts your face to look at him, as if you could love this man any more.

“Would you like to stop?” He asks and his face tells you that he would not mind one bit if you said yes, which just makes your heart pound faster in your chest.

“No, I’d very much like to continue” you say. And Jane runs his hand across your face, smiling.

You can feel Jane’s cock pressing into your leg through his jeans and you shift your hips slightly. He sucks in a breath as you sit up to undo his belt.

You do it slowly, payback. But it doesn’t last long as he ends up pulling it off himself before guiding you to lie back down.

He stands up and removes his pants before coming back and resting his hands at the top of yours.

He waits.

You nod.

He pulls down your pants and can’t help but moan at the wet patch in the middle of your underwear.

Your breath hitches as he leans down and presses his lips into your clothed pussy and hooks his fingers in the line of your panties and pulls them down.

Jane frees his hard cock from his boxers and it springs up against his stomach. A drop of precum glistening on the head.

You clench your thighs at the sight. Jane reaches for the condom under his bed and rolls it down.

He pumps his cock a few times before lining up with your entrance.

You breathe in as you prepare.

Jane’s hand find your clit once more,he watches your face as his fingers circle your clit. You relax slightly as he continues his actions.

“Hey” he says softly

“I’m okay” you say.

“Take a deep breath for me darling” he places one hand on your lower stomach and the other wraps around his cock.

You do, and he slides his cock into you, slowly.

“Good girl, keep breathing for me” he soothes as he pushes his cock all the way in. Your breath catches in your throat as he pushes deeper into you.

“Keep looking at me” he says and you throb around him.

“You’re doing so good for me” he praises as he goes to rub your clit again.

“Patrick” you whisper

“Can you- I need you to go-

“I know, I know” he coos, rubbing your hips with his hand,

“I’ll go slow, I got you” he soothes before thrusting into you slowly. One of his hands is still splayed across your stomach.

“Mmhm” you whine.

“You feel so good around my cock like this” he says, pushing his cock in and out, he feels you clench around him as he speaks.

You close your eyes as he angles himself a little differently, still thrusting slowly, but his cock is hitting your g spot.

“Patrick- fuck” you choke out.

“Mm, you make the prettiest sounds” he breathes, every moan out of you sending him closer to release.

He moves his hand from your stomach as he reaches for your puffy clit, gently applying pressure as he thrusts into you.

“Patrick, I’m-

“Look at me, good girl, come for me, come all over my cock” he encourages as he presses into you again.

You hear him groan just as his cock twitched inside you and your pussy clenches,

Your toes curl and you see stars as your orgasm washes over you. Your ears ring as you hear muffled praise falling from Patrick’s mouth as you come down from your high.

“So good for me, you did so good, you’re incredible my love” he soothes, rubbing gentle circles into your hip.

You whimper underneath him. He places his hands on either side of your face.

“Jane, that was - god that was perfect you say a lazy smile painting your face. A big smile lights up his face, “I love you” he says, placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“I’ve wanted to say that for a very long time” he admits.

“Me too” you say shy all of a sudden, turning your face from him.

He tuts

“No honey, what did I say about doing that, now, I’ll get you a warm towel and some water and I’ll be back in a moment” he soothes as he gets up.

And you, couldn’t be happier.

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Patrick Jane x reader - never stay mad

I was wondering if u could write about reader being mad at Patrick jane. She won’t talk to him and he’s constantly trying to figure out what he did and then she tells him (you can pick). Thank you and if you can’t that is totally fine. I hope you are having a good day/night - Anon💜

Jane watched as you walked back to your desk, picking up the neatly wrapped back and you looked at him.

He grinned a little, waving across the room and watched as you set it back and walked away.

“Seriously? She loves presents..” he huffed.

“Yeah, when she isn’t mad at the person giving them Jane.” Grace laughed.

Jane huffed, walking for the hallway to where you had gone, and he checked his watch before jogging down the stairs.

If you were in the office you always took your lunch around the same time each day, and he knew exactly where to find you.

Heading to the nearby cafe, he walked in and stood next to you at the counter.

“Could she also have a tea and one of those little sandwiches you make please?”

You glanced at him, rolling your eyes at him.

Reaching into his pocket, you pulled out his wallet, taking his bank card you paid for everything and took his wallet over to a table.

You knew you weren’t going to get rid of him, so at least you could make the meal worthwhile and make it free while you were at it.

Sitting down, you waved the wallet in the air and he took it back, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he sat down in front of you.

Jane placed his chin on his hand, and he smiled softly at you.

“Come on darling, speak to me. Say something.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I know you can’t stay mad at me forever.”

He smiled softly, and you turned away from him, trying not to look at him.

Jane had one of those smiles that were infectious, if he smiled you just wanted to smile as well.

He held out his hand, wiggling his fingers and you huffed, giving your hand to him and he beamed brightly as he held it.

“See, you’re not angry enough to refuse holding my hand. You’ll always hold my hand, I know that. I just want to know why you’re angry with me darling, if I did something I can fix it if you tell me what.”

You let go of his hand when your food and drink arrived, and you focused on having lunch.

“Are you still coming for dinner later?”

Standing up, you picked up your cup and you finished your coffee.

Walking past you flicked his forehead.

“Come on (Y/N)! That’s not nice!” He called.

Heading back to the office, you waited for the moment the clock hit the right time, and you made your way home.

Of course, Jane was already there, sitting on your couch as he read from his book, waiting for you.

You tossed your stuff aside, walking over you dropped yourself down next to him and he shuffled about.

Laying down, he rested his head in your lap and looked up at you.

“Do you want me to cook something, or would you like takeout?”

You held up two fingers, and he chuckled.

“Come on, stop ignoring me. I love you.”

Jane reached up, running his fingers along your cheek.

“I love you.” He said quietly.

You looked down at him and you sighed heavily, you just couldn’t stay mad at him for all that long.

That grin, those eyes, that little mischievous look he held.

“You cheated on me…”

His eyes shot up and he quickly sat up, nearly head butting you.

“What?! I never!”

“In my dream…”

He blinked, looking at you and he gently turned your head so you could look at him.

“You’re angry with me… because I cheated on you… in a dream…?”

You nodded.

Jane laughed softly, leaning forward he placed his forehead against yours.

“I would never cheat on you, in real life of a dream…”

He leant forward, softly kissing you and you smiled, kissing him back.

You brought your hands up and placed them around his shoulders, running your hands through the back of his hair before you pulled away.

“So my wonderful girlfriend has been ignoring me over a dream?”

“Yeah…”

He laughed softly, and he placed his head on your shoulder, resting himself against you and you smiled and wrapped your arms around him.

“Well, it’s just as well I love you then isn’t it? Otherwise I would be walking out that door.”

“You wouldn’t, you couldn’t.”

He chuckled.

“I know, but seriously darling, you should’ve just told me.”

“I know…”

Leaning down, you kissed the top of his head and he smiled proudly to himself.

He knew it wouldn’t take one for you to open up to him, he also knew that you wouldn’t be able to stay mad at him either but sometimes it was just funny for him to annoy you when you were mad.

You would always hug him after, and he liked the moment, being wrapped in your arms

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stuckysdaughter · 13 days

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Replacement

Rupert Giles x fem!reader, slight Wesley Wyndam-Pryce x fem!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: younger reader (12 years younger than Giles but super legal ofc), btvs season 3 spoilers, jealousy/insecurity, drinking, light insinuation to smut

Author’s Note: I know this is literally not on the list of things I was supposed to write and I’m going to get to the requests tomorrow I think but the fact there’s so little giles content makes me wanna DIE. anyway here’s this <3 watching buffy season 3 and feeling things for him.

Summary: Set in season 3 when Buffy gets Wesley as the new Watcher. The reader, the assistant librarian and also Giles’ girlfriend, gets hit on a bit by Wesley and Giles gets protective™.

Genre: mostly fluff!

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

“They’re sending in the new Watcher soon,” Rupert murmured. He was sitting on the couch in front of you. You could only see the back of his head but you could tell what kind of look he had on his face. Contempt, annoyance, some disappointment lacing his features. He had a glass in his hand, his arm over the back of the couch. He glanced back at you in the kitchen. “I fear I might be a tad unbearable for the next couple of days.”

“You’re always unbearable,” you quipped, grabbing your own glass as you finished pouring it. “That's what I like about you.”

You knew Giles was extremely worried about Buffy’s new Watcher. It had been the topic of conversation ever since Buffy’s test. It had also been a general point of contention; how could he let her go through that? Though now that he was being punished through various other means, you laid off on the argument.

“Do you know who it is?”

“No. They won’t tell me. Fear of my reproach I imagine.” He shook his head a bit. “I can’t believe they’re allowing someone else to come in after Gwendolyn Post.” You stayed silent. It was better to let him just talk through this himself, without any kind of argument or solace from you. “Buffy will never trust someone as she trusts me. Trusted me that is, I suppose. I never should have gone through with it. No, don’t say anything. I’m just conceding to your earlier point, I know.” You rolled your eyes.

“Relax. The Watcher won’t be here tonight…” you put your hand on his arm. “So let’s not talk about him hm?”

“You’re being suggestive. Is it because I conceded to your point?”

“One of the various reasons,” you explained. “Relax Rupert. I have no ulterior motives, I’m not a vampire, I’m not possessed. I’m just a girl in your house with some light alcoholic suggestion.” He nodded slowly.

“You know, I don’t need that much convincing.”

“I know.” You grabbed his drink and put it down on the coffee table. He admired you with an eyebrow raised until your phone rang. You groaned, picking it up beside the drinks. “It’s Buffy.” He let out a soft sigh.

“Duty calls.”

“Hey, it’s my phone. Maybe she just wants to gossip.”

“Moments like these I remember we’re from slightly different generations.” You rolled your eyes and answered the phone.

“12 years is not that many years. Hey Buffy.”

“Arguing about your age difference again?” she said over the phone.

“Always. Ever the straight.” You kicked your legs up onto his lap. He grabbed his glass back from the table and took a drink.

“I have said you have odd taste in men right?”

“Once or twice. What can I do for you?”

“Was gonna ask if you want to go to the Bronze with Willow and I before patrol. I fear this will be my last night Watcherless.”

“Does she know I can hear her?” Giles questioned. You shrugged.

“I would love to come but I think I’ve got my hands full over here. Men's feelings are hard.”

“Tell me about it,” Buffy muttered. You could almost see her rolling her eyes over the neverending Angel ordeal.

“You should go,” Giles said. “I’ll be fine.” “I made plans I don’t like to break,” you pouted. “Rain check Buff?”

“Sure thing.”

“Have fun.”

“I would say you too but that brings awful images to my brain.”

You came into school a little bit late. You were working as library assistant, at Snyder’s hope to keep Giles the least destructive as possible. Giles woke up ungodly early and usually had several cups of coffee before you even saw him.

You pushed open the doors to the library, holding your bag to your side. You slowed at the sight of a man you didn’t recognize by the check out desk. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to place the suit. Familiar, but foreign. The man turned around, revealing some glasses and an even looking face.

“Good morning,” he said, just as evenly.

“Good morning…” You craned your neck to look behind him, wondering if you had suddenly entered a world with a different librarian.

“Are you here for the librarian? He’s out at the moment.” He stumbled over his words a bit, making you unsure of his dedication to the sentence.

“Who are you?” He cleared his throat.

“Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.” He offered his hand. You shook it, warily.

“Wesley Wy-” You paused and thinned your lips. Maybe it was the British accent that gave him away or maybe it was the suit. “Are you the new Watcher?” His eyebrows raised.

“I take it you know about the slayer” You shook your head.

“Just a tad. I swear I’m not a threat, just a friend. Y/N.” He nodded once, looking you over.

“What kind of friend?” You scoffed a bit.

“You Watcher’s have a type,” you observed.

“Hm?”

“Where’s Rupert?”

“Out.”

“What was it? Westley?”

“Wesley. Wyndam-Pryce.” You nodded, pointing a finger at him. He smiled shakily, looking down. You opened your mouth to speak when the door opened again.

“Oh man. You’ve met the new Watcher,” Buffy observed. Wesley straightened up and cleared his throat. “Getting along?” “Well,” he observed. Buffy raised an eyebrow at his stiffness and then glanced back at you. “I wonder if the Watcher’s have a book that says what kind of girl they’re allowed to go for. Maybe Giles just stuck a picture of you somewhere and this guy read it wrong.” You rolled your eyes.

“Do you know where Rupert is?”

“Nope. He’s not my Watcher anymore, remember?” she said, defeated. She passed you further into the room. You put a hand up in defeat.

“He could be dying and none of us would know.”

“I’m sure he’s alright,” Wesley promised. “Are you and Rupert…”

“Yeah,” you said curtly. As if on cue, Giles walked into the room, holding a stack of books, looking completely in his natural habitat. “Thank God. Giles.” He halted when he caught sight of the two of you.

“You met the replacement.”

“I did. He’s a little stiff.” You squeezed his bicep. He watched you do it. “I was looking for you.”

“Is everything alright?” He put the books down on the counter. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just wasn’t sure where you had run off to and I like keeping tabs.”

“That’s unhealthy,” Buffy noted.

“Your boyfriend is dead,” Giles retorted. She shrugged with a point taken look on her face. You turned back to him. Wesley gave a once over at the two of you. Giles had put a hand on your upper arm, a gesture that was familiar to the two of you. You took the top book off his stack.

“Whatcha reading?”

“You’re miraculously calm.”

“One of us has to be.” You took the book and walked over to sit beside Buffy. She was eyeing the new Watcher intensely, like the whole world could come down at her mere gaze. Knowing her, you wouldn’t be surprised.

“He’s gonna say something stupid,” she muttered.

“Hm?” you asked. Wesley was looking at Giles.

“Don’t you think she’s a bit on the younger side for you?”

Silence went over the room as the words seemed to hang in the air. Giles stared bullets into his former colleague.

“I don’t think that’s any of your concern,” he said coldly.

“She looks closer to the slayer's age. My age. I have every right to ask, as a proceeding member of the council and part of the investigation towards your extermination.” Giles took a step forward, too close. You were suddenly reminded of the ‘not so booksmart’ person he used to be, the one who would throw a punch before working with words. You stood back up.

“Keep her out of your mouth or so help m-”

“Alright,” you intervened. You stepped between the two of them. “I’m only 12 years younger but you flatter me. Giles, a moment?” You grabbed Rupert’s arm, gently pulling him in the direction towards his office. It took him a moment, not wanting to digress from the standoff. Eventually he followed.

“Don’t leave me here all by my lonesome with this guy,” Buffy pleaded.

“Vetoing your contribution here slayer,” you called back. She let out a huff, returning to staring bullets. You shut the office door gently behind you.

“That’s a tad dramatic,” he pointed out. “I’m fine.”

“I’m not going to put words in your mouth but I’m allowed to observe, yeah?” He pursed his lips, shoving his hands in my pockets. You nodded. “Other Watcher, bad. Wiles Westley Watchamacalllhim is making you, Rupert Giles, sad. You want Buffy to remain under your watch, lack of better word, and this new man is now stepping all over your toes in that regard. Observations correct?”

“Generally.”

“What am I missing?” He shook his head.

“It’s not important. Move on with your speal please.”

“Buffy won’t trust this man the way she trusts you. She never could, you have too much history. You have the upper hand here, despite the council not backing you up. He’ll never be half the Watcher you are,” you promised. You grabbed his hand. “Speal over.”

He nodded gently, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“You do have a way with words.” You laughed gently, shaking your head.

“I’ll try to be more Bronte later.” He squeezed your intertwined hands, a defeated smile on his lips.

There was a knock on the office door. You rolled your eyes and released his hand. You swung open the door to meet Wesley on the other side.

“I have to speak to Mr. Giles.”

“He’s all yours Wes.” You patted his chest as you walked past, back to Buffy.

As the day wound down and everyone started home, you were stuck in the library still. You loved the place but the more you spent in it with two Watchers, the more you were starting to see its lesser qualities. Giles had followed Buffy and Faith out to have a generally mentor-like talk.

Leaving you alone with Wesley.

“So you know of Buffy because of Giles?” he questioned. You raised your head from the book you were reading. You had hardly noticed him watching you. He had a cup of coffee in his hand, standing disgustingly straight. You sat on the steps.

“I was assistant librarian. Almost died by vampire. Happens to the best of us.”

“He fraternized with a colleague?”

“Continues to do so. Don’t look so jealous, Wes.” You put the book to your chest. “You’re ruining the perfect balance of the scooby gang you know.”

“Perhaps it needed to be out of kilter. I don’t see it going swimmingly right now.” He walked over to you. You looked up at him, observing his very even stature. You wondered, not for the first time, if Giles looked like this when he was a little younger. “What are you reading?”

“Rereading.” You glanced at the book. “Wuthering Heights.”

“Classic.”

“Yes sir. One of my favorites. Helps me forget about the neverending impending doom,” you muttered. He looked awkward for a moment and then sat down beside you on the steps. You raised an eyebrow.

“I’ve always enjoyed a bit of light fiction reading.” You opened your mouth to speak, reading the signals he was not so eloquently putting off. You were interrupted by the library door opening.

Giles slowed his walking speed at the sight of you. Wesley stood up, embarrassed. You gave Rupert wide eyes, a gentle I don’t know sign.

“Go do Watcher duties won’t you? The girls need someone to watch them before patrol.” Wesley wanted to argue but noted the look in Rupert’s eyes and decided against it. He gave you a nod and then passed him to leave the room.

You were alone with Rupert. Finally.

“Wuthering Heights?” he asked gently. You nodded, a small smile on your face.

“Am I so predictable?”

“You’re a classic.”

You leaned against the railing, watching him with admiration in your eyes. There was something special about emotions fluttering around the room, knowing there was something to be said and something understood. You softly patted the stairs beside you. He walked over, sitting down without a word.

“You know what I’m going to say,” he breathed. You grabbed his hand, staring down at it as you traced the lines of his palm.

“Wesley will never be you.”

“Are you speaking for Buffy or…or for you.”

“For me.” You wanted to argue aggressively, assure him that whatever he was thinking was wrong. You felt the opposite, you would never love someone like you loved him. That Wesley, no matter the difference in your ages, it would always be Giles. That the age truly wasn’t even that big of a deal. You were consenting adults with fully formed frontal lobes.

Instead you leaned down to him and put your chin on his shoulder.

“I love you,” you whispered. He did a double take with his eyes, not moving his head so as to not disturb you. You hadn’t said that yet. “You don’t have to say anything-”

“I love you too.”

You smiled brightly. You kissed his shoulder and then sat up all the way.

“Can you read to me?” He glanced up at you, wondering how you had moved on so quickly.

“Hm?”

“I just like to listen to you talk Rupert,” you murmured. You handed him your book and slid down the stairs so you were sitting beside each other. He cleared his throat curiously. “One second. I’m gonna go grab one of your sweaters from the office, I like to get cozy. You got any blankets in there Rupert?” You got up and walked away. He smiled to himself.

“Under the desk.”

“Ah ha!” you peeked around the corner. You emerged wearing one of his gray knitted sweaters. “I love that you have blankets in your office. Hm. I love you I think.”

“Oh?” You shrugged.

“Yes sir.”

You sat beside him again and put a blanket over his lap.

“Go on. Heathcliff won’t read himself.”

When Wesley returned he glanced through the door window before walking in. Your head rested on Giles’s, eyes closed in content. You looked rather cozy on that step. Giles kept reading, even as you presumably slept.

Wesley turned back to bother Buffy some more.

#rupert giles x reader #rupert giles imagines #rupert giles x fem!reader #btvs imagines #btvs fanfiction

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stuckysdaughter · 13 days

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Giles x reader - happily married

Would you be up for a Giles married to reader who happens to be buffys aunt? - @sitkafay 💜

It had been a while since you had been in town, you had been away on work and all you wanted to do was go home, find your husband and go to sleep.

So, when you walked through the door of the house you set your bags down and looked around.

“Rupert?” You called.

You waited for an answer but there was none, so you grabbed your bags and took them upstairs, not even bothering to unpack them, all you did was go back down the stairs to put your jacket on the hook and made your way back upstairs.

You collapsed on the bed and let the jet lag take you to a much needed world of sleep, though it didn’t last as long as you hoped.

The door was thrown open, and you could hear the voices of people down the stairs.

“Giles?!” They called.

You furrowed your brows and grumbled a little, pulling the blanket of your head.

“Giles we need help!”

You pulled the blanket down, jumped out of bed at the sound of the voice.

Making your way to the stairs you walked halfway down them and looked at the small group of young adults standing in the living room.

“Well, look who we have here.” You grinned.

They all turned around and you grinned a little, making your way down the stairs.

“(Y/N)!”

Buffy wasted no time in running over crush you into a hug which you were more than happy to respond to.

You hugged her tightly, a smile on your face and you pulled away.

“My god Buffy, it’s been years since I saw you last, you’ve grown so much.”

She smiled.

“And you’ve gotten older.”

You playfully glared at you, and she grabbed your hand to lead you over to her friends and you smiled warmly at them all.

“Guys, this is my aunt (Y/N). You remember the one who was always travelling for work?”

Buffy then turned to you.

“(Y/N) this is Xander, Tara, Anya, Willow and that’s spike. We don’t like spike.”

You looked at the man who was eyeing you up down with a little grin on his face.

He went to step forward and was pushed back by Xander and he went to glare.

“Can’t a guy say hello now? Bloody unreasonable.” He grumbled.

“Not when it’s Buffy’s aunt you can’t, in fact you can’t ever, why are you ever here?”

They began to bicker.

“Children! Children!”

They all turned to you and you gestured for them all to sit down so they did.

Spike huffed and left the house.

“Why are you at Giles’ place?” Willow asked.

Buffy turned to you.

She gave you a sheepish look and you laughed a little, shaking your head at her.

“Please don’t..” she grumbled.

“Oh I’m so going to now.”

You turned to her friends and she jumped on you, covering mouth with her hand so you couldn’t say anything.

“Come on tell us!” Xander grinned.

“No! There’s nothing to tell!” Buffy yelled.

“Maybe she came looking for you?” Tara offered.

“Oh she definitely came looking for somebody else.” Anya smirked.

You carried on pretending to fight with your niece, until she finally gave in and let you go, giving you a pleading look.

You grinned a little and leant back in the chair, looking at her friends.

“So, what brings you guys by?”

“Do you know about demons?” Anya asked.

“Anya!” Willow hissed.

You laughed slightly.

“I know a bit, not much. I don’t think I’ll be much help to you.”

“Do you know where Giles is?” Tara asked.

You shook your head.

“I’ve been here a few hours maybe, I was asleep until you heard of elephants came bounding in.”

They grinned a little at you, and you looked at Buffy.

“Can we hang around until he gets back?”

“Yeah, of course. Just don’t break anything, now, I’m going back to sleep, you guys behave.”

You got up, hugging your niece you went to leave but she stopped you, and you looked at her, sighing softly.

Sitting back down on the chair, you let her squeeze herself next to you and you kicked your feet on the table.

“Go on then, tell me about all your adventures. If I fall asleep don’t take it personally I’m tired.”

So, that’s what they did.

They all excitedly told you everything that had been going on, especially Buffy who wanted you to know everything about everything she knew.

You knew about her being the slayer, and you were supportive of her just like her watcher was, you helped her when you could.

She loved telling you about her life, because you always just listened, no snide remarks or comments, no judging her choices or things she did, you just listened.

They got talking to themselves, and you had fallen asleep in the chair.

Buffy noticed this and shook your shoulder.

“Go to bed.”

You nodded, trudging back to bed and they carried on their discussion.

The door was opened and closed, and when Giles turned around he saw all eyes were on him.

“I’m going to change my locks, what on earth are you all doing here at this time?” He asked.

He looked at his watch to see it was early hours of the morning.

“Demons.” Anya said.

“Help.” Xander said next.

“Please?” Willow and Tara grinned.

He sighed, taking his jacket off he set it on the side and gestured for them to carry on while he went to the kitchen to make drinks.

He brought the tray out, setting it on the table.

“Well, it definitely sounds like demons, I’ll have to have a look through some books, but I’m pretty sure I know who these demons are, they’re rather easy to handle.”

They nodded and Buffy looked at him with a blank face.

“There’s something upstairs by the way, you might want to check that out.”

He furrowed his brows and handed the book to Willow, making his way up the stairs.

Turning the light on, he looked around and his gaze landed on the bed.

A wide smiled spread on his face, and he took his glasses off, setting them in his pocket as he made his way over, sitting on the bed he placed a hand on your shoulder.

“No…” you mumbled.

Giles leant down, gently pressing his lips to your forehead.

“Welcome home…”

You opened your eyes and you beamed a little at him, placing a hand on the back of his head so you could kiss him.

It was a kiss he happily responded too, placing his hand on the side of your face as he felt the feeling of your lips on his for the first time in months.

He pulled away and you sat up, shuffling over so you could tuck yourself against him in a hug.

He smiled, kissing your head a few times.

“You never said you were coming home..” he whispered.

“Wanted it to be a surprise, but the gang of heathens needed you help… and they woke me up…”

He chuckled a little at your disappointed tone.

“Well, I shall send them on their way, then you can go back to sleep darling.”

You shook your head, titling your head back to kiss his jaw.

“No.. it’s fine, help them.”

“Are you sure? I can ask them to come back, I don’t believe they would have an issue with that.”

You hummed a little as you stood up, stretching as you walked off.

Giles got up to follow you, and you stood near the wardrobe, looking for something more comfortable to wear.

With a little grin, he reached out, taking both your hands in his and turned you around, your back against the wall.

He let go of your hands, settling for cradling your face instead and you balled your hands into the fabric of his sweater as he leant down to kiss you again.

You didn’t want it to end, but when someone shouted his name he sighed and pulled away, giving you an apologetic look.

“I do love you, but if I don’t go down they’re going to come up.”

You laughed, patting his chest.

“Get, I’ll be down in a minute.”

He quickly kissed you before walking away and you found some more comfortable clothes to change into before following him.

You wondered into the kitchen to find something to eat, Buffy standing next to you to help raid the cupboards.

“Since your back now does this mean we can go shopping?” She asked.

“As in you want to spend your money or you want to spend my husbands money?”

She grinned.

“Your husbands.”

You hummed, glancing into the living before turning back to her.

“How long until they find out?” She asked.

She was trying to keep it a secret because she knew he friends would never let her live down the fact that her watcher, and old librarian was in fact her uncle.

“I’m gonna go with not long.”

She furrowed her brows and you pointed to Anya.

“She’s seen his wedding ring.”

“I don’t know how they haven’t noticed it before.” Buffy said.

Anya whispered something to Tara, who whispered to Willow who passed it on to Xander.

You walked into the living room, sitting back in your chair as you flicked through some books, silence taking over for a while.

But of course it never lasted.

“Giles!”

In an instant both yours and your husbands head shot up to face the boy who had just shouted in shock.

“What?” You both asked.

“Oh my god they are married!” Willow squealed.

Buffy hid her face and you laughed while Giles turned away in embarrassment.

“Buffy’s watcher is her uncle!” Xander laughed.

You reached up, placing your hand on your husbands, and he looked at you with a smile.

“How does it feel knowing you’re never going to escape him Buffy? You’re stuck with him now.” Anya said.

“Okay I’m going home!”

She ran towards the door while he friends ran after her.

“Congratulations Giles!” They yelled.

The house became empty and Giles sighed, sitting on the arm of the chair and you rested your head against his side.

“I’m never living this down, am I? They’re going to taunt me about this for the rest of my life.”

“Ouch, am I really that bad?” You teased.

He smiled, standing up and offered you his hand which you took so you could stand up.

“Nothing could ever compare to how perfect you are dear.”

“You’re such a suck up Rupert.”

He grinned a little.

“Isn’t that why you fell in love with me? That and I am ruggedly handsome if I say so myself, with a rather charming British accent.”

“I’m sorry, would you like to marry yourself?”

He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around you waist, and you wrapped yourself around his shoulders.

“I love you.” He whispered.

You leant up, brushing your lips against his.

“I love you too.”

#buffy the vampire slayer imagine #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy the vampire slayer x reader #buffy the vampire slayer x you #rupert giles #rupert giles x reader #rupert giles x you #rupert giles imagine

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stuckysdaughter · 14 days

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Roadtrip - hotch x reader

summary: when hotch finally sheds his stubbornness, he decides to drive back to Quantico from New York, in an attempt to rest his punctured eardrum. You couldn’t leave him without company, so you join him.

Warning: 18+ MDNI, making out, alcohol usage

A/n: first hotch fic hope you love it!! Also i cant exactly remember the dialogue between hotch and prentiss at the start forgive me😭. Enjoy lovelies💞

(gif not mine all credits to original creator <3)

“Here, for your flight back.” Hotch hands the platter of baked goods to Agent Prentiss.

“What, you aren’t coming with us?” Her eyebrow cocks up in curiosity. “No, I really shouldn’t be flying” He shakes his head. “are you sure? it’s a 7 hour ride back to Quantico” Rossi asks, words chosen carefully. Hotch looks down. “I’ve taken that road before, you’ll see loads of country, beautiful scenery, maybe you should extend your trip a day or two.” Hotch easily picks up what he was putting down, suggesting he should take a rest. “Thank you” “Take all the time you need” Rossi nods at him and gets in the black SUV.

“Hey.. care for some company?” you smile brightly at Aaron and surprisingly, he returns the gesture. “Sure why not, hop in,” his eyes twinkle with happiness at the thought of you two on a roadtrip alone, maybe even in a hotel room. You cheerfully make your way to the passenger door, waving a quick goodbye to the rest of your team.

“Well.. we all know what’s gonna happen in the one day Hotch and y/n will take off” Morgan teases. “I don’t wanna think about it..” Reid grimaces at the thought, earning a laugh from the rest.

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You had been on the road for quite some time yet. The sky was darkening and you were engulfed by silence bar the quiet radio playing in the background. Your eyes dared to close as your head fell down as sleep was consuming you. Work lately was.. exhausting. Aarons eyes shifted slightly from the road to your tired physique and his heart nearly broke. Seeing you so tired, he made his mind up to pull over at the nearest hotel.

It wasn’t for another 2 miles that his car finally stopped, and you were awakened from your slumber by a soft voice. “y/n” he gently patted your shoulder, “cmon wake up, we’re at a hotel” you stirred in your sleep “mm 5 more minutes” you practically moaned and leaned into his touch. His mouth went dry, and his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as a he took a big gulp. “y/n, wake up” he said a bit sterner. Your eyes shot open at the familiar voice, embarrassment filling your body. “Sorry! sorry i’m up.” you try to look as awake as possible. “cmon let’s go in we’re both tired”.

Hotch was normally so.. stoic. His face blurred of any emotion except seriousness. You were pretty sure in the one year you had worked at the BAU, you’d never seen him smile. That was awake Hotch, sleepy hotch was merely the opposite. It looked like all attempts to contain human emotion were discarded a few hours back. Sleepy Hotch was more.. human like, it was refreshing seeming him emit feelings like the rest of us mortals.

“I’m sorry sir, we only have one available room right now.” Hotch’s gaze didn’t shift off the guy at the till. “It’s fine. We’ll take that please.” he hands him his credit card. “Are you sure? There’s only one bed in that room” Your breath hitched. You’d either be sharing the bed or one of you would have to sleep on the floor, which you assumed Hotch would take it upon himself to take his place on the floor. “Yeah it’s fine we’ll work something out” he sighs deeply and shoves his hands down his pockets.

Aaron tried to keep his composure at the thought of you two sharing a bed. Of course he knew it wouldn’t happen, he’d have to sleep on the floor, but the thought of it suddenly made him wide awake.

When you made it to the room you realised you had no change to sleep in, so you discarded your pants and bra and pulled your button up shirt that reached your mid thighs down. Stepping out the bathroom while tying your hair up in a low bun, Hotch’s breath hitched in his throat. You were radiating. Even tired and only in a shirt you still managed to look exquisite. His eyes hungrily scanned your body stopping at your exposed thighs, arousal building up inside him. He did his best to look you in the eye as he stared in silence.

“Like what you see boss?” You teased, your eyebrows lifting suggestively. “uh- “ he gulped hard. “i’m gonna go uhm- yeah”. He disappeared in the bathroom. Splashing some cold water on his face, he took his tie, belt and button up shirt off, leaving him in his pants and a undershirt he appeared to wear under his shirt. When he stepped out, you had to keep yourself from salivating. His biceps looked incredibly big, and his pants fit him perfectly. You bit down on your bottom lip, a gesture you only did when you were excited. Hotch knew that. His confidence building back up inside him as he repeated your previous words.

“Like what you see” and he suggestively raised his eyebrows like you did just moments ago. “uh- i- “ He laughed brightly, which took you by surprise because untill a few moments ago, you hadn’t even seen him smile before. Your shoulders relaxed as you slumped down on the bed. “so i’ll uhm- take the floor” he began to say. You quickly interrupted him. “cmon boss, don’t be like that, it’s only one night. I promise i’ll keep my distance” His mouth twitched into a smile, and his heart grew. He didn’t think you’d suggest sharing a bed, but he was glad you did. He joined you in bed, heart beating so hard he thought it would jump out his chest.

You couldn’t help but feel giddy, like a highschool kid with her first crush. His presence was so hard to ignore, and your body moved before your mind as you turned to your side to face him. He was laying on his back looking up at the ceiling, he looked so beautiful. You couldn’t help but admire his features. His dark eyebrows, and even darker eyes, his high cheekbones and his big nose. Something about big noses excited something in you. You had no idea why.

Hotch turned his head to look at you, his eyes scanning your body. Your hands were pressed under the side of your head, and your leg was slightly bent, showing the curve of your ass. He felt his pants tighten as he abruptly got up, walking to the mini bar.

“Would you care for a drink?” You lifted yourself on your elbows to look at him. “Sure why not”. One drink turned into two and two turned into too many, and quickly you were laughing and telling eachother embarrassing childhood stories.

“No i’m not even lying! I licked his teeth!” you said as you teasingly pushed his arm. Hotch, between laughs, said “Your first kiss, and you licked his teeth?” He collapsed on the bed laughing. “What can i say i wasnt the best kisser”. Suddenly, he stopped laughing, his eyes filling with lust.

“Are you still bad at kissing?” His dark eyes bore into yours as you softly said “yes” picking up what he was putting down. “Why don’t you show me and i’ll give you some pointers.” His hand met your cheek, grazing it gently, as he pulled you in, his lips crashing onto yours. He tasted like alcohol and sweetness, intoxicating. His cologne filled your nostrils as you shifted your legs to straddle him, both of your thighs pressed against his ribs, as he cupped your face and tilted your head back, deepening the kiss. His hand moved to your thighs, kneading the soft skin making you gasp. He took the opportunity of you opening your mouth more to slip his tongue inside your mouth. His soft tongue dancing in a slow rhythm with your own. He moved both of his hands to your thighs gripping them tightly as your hands make their way to his hair, pulling it.

Your mouths moved in tandem and unity, a pace that was so calming yet so awakening. You had never felt this way before, and now that you had, you never wanted to back to feeling how you used to.

first part what do y’all thinkkkk?? i know this isn’t very “erotic” but i js needed to see if you guys would like it. Lmk if you do and i’ll post a very very spicy part 2 lovelies. LOVE YOU ALL MWWWAHHHH kisses xoxo💞

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stuckysdaughter · 20 days

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Currently imagining a scenario where you and Eddie have some sort of split custody arrangement for Venom, and you have some sort of NSFW dream about Eddie, and Venom sees the whole thing because of brain link or whatever, and then shares this exciting development with Eddie the next time he's bonded to Venom

venom is definitely not one to keep a secret, for sure 😭 thank you so much for your request, i hope you enjoy. :) smut-wise, it's a bit more focused on eddie than my previous fics where it was either symbiote-focused or an even split, hope that's okay. this was SO much fun to write!

warnings: brief smut, mentions of oral f receiving, mentions of "striking" the reader but it's totally a misunderstanding, loneliness, mentions of eating people/murder

word count: 3.3k

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It had been six days since Eddie had left for Seattle, and honestly, you hadn’t been expecting to fall into this loneliness so quickly. Venom might have been keeping you company by providing you with an endless stream of commentary in your inner conscience, and the chickens were constantly squawking and squabbling and wandering the length of the apartment as per usual, so it wasn’t like the space was totally silent, but still, Eddie’s absence was more saddening than you thought it would be. Over the course of the six days, you struggled to busy yourself. Of course you preferred Eddie having a job as to being without one, but one thing you particularly hated was how vague investigative jobs were, so as a result, you had no idea when he would come back or how long the work would take to be done.

For the time being, it looked like you were stuck here.

Before he’d left, Eddie had asked you to babysit Venom and his apartment, and now that you’d been here for an extended amount of time, you felt horribly restless.

Feeling the weight of the quiet apartment settling in, you cast a glance around the room. The hum of the refrigerator seemed to amplify in the sort-of silence, and you found yourself drawn to staring at Eddie's belongings scattered around.

Your gaze fell on a framed photograph on the shelf – Eddie with a carefree grin, arm slung around your shoulders. The memories flooded back, and a bittersweet smile touched your lips.

As if sensing your thoughts, Venom's voice rumbled in your mind.

EDDIE IS DEFINITELY MISSING OUT WITHOUT US AROUND.

The symbiote's attempt at comfort was appreciated, but it only deepened your sense of solitude.

Sighing you folded yourself into a ball on the couch, tucking your chin into your knees. The TV in front of you was off, and you had no intention to turn it on. For now, it was okay to mull in the quiet.

You mumbled into your knees, “What do you think he's up to in Seattle?"

CATCHING BAD GUYS. KICKING BUTT. EATING SEATTLE FOOD. ZOOMING AROUND. ACTING PATHETIC WITHOUT US THERE.

“V, you and I don’t know anything about investigative journalism,” you put in gently.

Venom was, of course, offended.

I KNOW A LOT ABOUT EATING BAD GUYS!

“Yeah, but Eddie won’t let you eat bad guys in Seattle any more than he does here.”

It was at that moment that Venom popped out from your shoulder blade, miniature head scowling.

HE SHOULD!

“Wanna go get a bite to eat?” you interjected, effectively ending the conversation. “I’ll even let you drive, if you want.”

Venom grinned much too wide for his intentions to be anything but nefarious, so you quickly added, “No eating people.”

You turned fast and pointed to the pizza box sign in the kitchen. “Eddie might not be here, but that rule’s definitely still active while you’re in my body, okay?”

Venom, for lack of a better word with his gaping mouth full of super-sized fangs, pouted.

YOU ARE NO FUN!

I just don’t want to be involved in any murder, you wanted to say, but slimy, black, glittering goo was already wrapping and contorting around your middle. Venom was enveloping you, taking over.

It was a bit of an unpleasant sensation as Venom’s monstrous gooey head locked into place over where yours used to be, and rows of impressive fangs unfolded in your suddenly super-sized mouth. It felt like somebody had cracked an egg over your head and the yolk was dripping down your body. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to it. You had no idea how Eddie put up with it.

For how quickly his annoyance started, Venom seemed to get over it pretty quickly. He grinned and licked his lips.

I WOULD LIKE TO GO TO MCDONALDS.

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The room was shrouded in the quiet stillness of the night. The dim glow of a bedside lamp cast a warm pool of light on the walls, creating a cozy haven within the four corners of Eddie’s bedroom. You were in bed. Venom, for the first time that day, was quiet.

Under the soft blanket, your eyelids were growing heavy with the weight of the day's endeavours. You still missed Eddie, a lot, so much that your nightly FaceTime call almost wasn’t enough. Seeing his face on your laptop screen was just a further reminder of how far two states away felt, and how binded you felt to him since you met him — he pulled at you without even realizing it, like you’d been sewn together with invisible thread.

Hopefully he wouldn’t be in Seattle for too much longer.

The rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to synchronize with the slowing pace of your breath. As the minutes ticked away, you found yourself on the threshold of the dream world, caught between wakefulness and the gentle pull of slumber. Not even the distant murmur of passing cars was enough to distract you now.

Closing your eyes, you surrendered to the sensation of falling asleep, gently gliding down into the abyss of dreams. Eddie’s bedroom, once familiar and defined, now blurred at the edges, transforming into a surreal landscape of colours and shapes.

As you drifted further into the realms of slumber, a sensation of weightlessness enveloped you. It was as if you were floating on a sea of tranquility, carried away by the ebb and flow of your own breath. The boundaries between reality and imagination began to dissolve, and the world outside melted.

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Sometime between now and then, you’d ended up bent over in Eddie’s lap, on a couch that felt just like his couch, but was ambiguous enough that it could’ve been anywhere. Things were slightly blurry around the edges, surreal enough to have you breathless, but real enough that you weren’t questioning your surroundings.

“Holy shit,” Eddie breathed as he tilted his head, carefully examining the swelling ass on his lap. Your pussy was dripping, there was a dribble of arousal forming, but in all honesty, he was a little scared to touch you, he didn’t want to hurt you. “I don’t think I’m getting a finger in there, girl. Wow.”

“Luckily, I’m not that fragile,” you responded playfully as you arched your back for him. Eddie bit his lip as this only accentuated the curve of your ass.

“God,” he whispered as he ran a hand up your thigh: he was able to break them apart easily, and he pulled one leg over his lap, wedging you firmly between his legs.

Even though you were already soaking wet, Eddie’s fingers ran over your dripping slit for a moment, as if he were admiring the way your pussy fluttered at his touch in front of him.

God, you could just feel how wet you were, and you bit your lip, anticipating for Eddie to lean forward, and—

Y/N!!!

In an instant you’d jumped awake: you’d sprang to attention without really realizing how you’d done it, scrambling for the lamp. “What’s going on?”

Venom was protruding from your shoulderblade again, bouncing even more than normal, very clearly in extreme distress.

SWEET GIRL. WE ARE RECEIVING VISIONS.

You stifled your yawn with your hand. “V, do you mean, like - like a dream?”

WE ARE RECEIVING VISIONS! RECEIVING VISIONS OF EDDIE EATING YOU! THIS IS VERY SERIOUS! WE NEED TO KEEP YOU SAFE!

Your cheeks instantly warmed, and you froze, scrambling for something to say. “Oh - oh, shit, Venom - that - I’m so sorry, but I really don’t think that was what you think it was.”

HE WAS STRIKING YOU! Venom snapped.

Oh my god. He really saw all of that.

You reached for the water bottle on your nightstand. “V, you seriously don’t need to worry about this. It wasn’t real. It was a dream. Nothing bad will come from it."

Venom was, of course, still hysterical.

IT WAS A PROPHECY! THIS IS BAD!

I wouldn’t mind if it was a prophecy, you thought selfishly before you could stop yourself, but you shoved it down. “Everything’s alright, Venom. Okay? Everything's fine. Let’s just go back to bed.”

I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR CARING ABOUT YOU, Y/N.

You were already sliding back under the blanket. “I’m not asking you to, V. I appreciate it.”

You hesitated.

“Just, uh, next time you’re bonded to Eddie, please don’t tell him about this, okay? It could make him - I don't know, uncomfortable. You know, I - I don’t know how he’d react to the prophecy of him supposedly hurting me, that’s all. I don’t want to worry him.”

(You were hoping wildly that he would accept, and you and Venom would never talk about this again.)

In a move you’d never seen before, Venom raised one gloopy, black tentacle towards you, and recognizing the movement, you extended your pinky towards him. Your pinky and the black goo linked together for a moment, signifying your trust.

Venom grinned, now bouncing significantly less.

I NEVER BREAK A PINKY PROMISE, SWEET GIRL.

You raised your eyebrow.

I TRY NOT TO.

You were much too tired for any of this, you simply turned over to switch off the lamp and finally return to whatever remnants of that dream was left. “Okay then. Goodnight, V.”

//////

It was satisfying to have everything fall back into the natural order once Eddie returned home from Seattle. You returned to your own apartment on the opposite side of town, but of course visited frequently, and Eddie was grateful to be back in a low-stakes environment once more, with a snarky symbiote that would terrify anyone who would try to harm him. Seattle had been thrilling, and he'd recounted the adventure to you several times, but now he was back to something familiar.

The job was done. He was covered for the time being. Freelancing was difficult, but for now, everything would be okay.

In the intervening time, Venom talked about you, a lot. Ever since he met you, he’d taken to mentioning you. But ever since you’d agreed to split custody of the symbiote, and especially since Eddie had disappeared for Seattle, he was talking about you even more.

I AM WORRIED ABOUT Y/N, he said one day.

Eddie was idly clicking through TV channels, watching everything from the news to a police drama to a basketball game zoom past, finding none of them interesting. “Why?”

I DO NOT WANT ANY BAD OMENS TO BE FOLLOWING HER. WE NEED TO KEEP HER SAFE.

“What makes you say that?” he asked, a bit confused.

Venom suddenly popped out of his shoulder, howling.

SHE - SHE HAS -

Before Venom could get any actual words out, Eddie was lifted from the couch as the symbiote rose and slammed his head into the ceiling, denting it severely and sending bits of drywall raining down from the heavens like it was a form of self-punishment.

As quickly as it started, Eddie had been dropped on the couch, red in the face and gasping for air.

Venom hardly noticed: he seemed to be in extreme distress.

I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL!

Eddie put a hand to his throat, still sweaty and gasping, forcing an inhale. “V - what?”

Venom was beside himself, now.

Y/N IS RECEIVING VISIONS! VISIONS OF YOU!

"Visions? What do you mean, visions of me?" Eddie asked, his concern deepening. Suddenly, he wasn’t feeling half-strangled anymore. His mind was racing, his thoughts a jumble of confusion and worry. "What kind of visions? Is she in danger?"

He couldn't fathom what could be causing you to have distressing dreams about him.

Right after Seattle? Right after he thought the work was finished?

I DO NOT KNOW. BUT WE MUST PROTECT HER.

Without waiting for further response, Venom oozed off Eddie's shoulder and began slithering around the room, agitated.

Eddie remained on the couch, trying to process this information. "If something's going on, then we need to talk to her, right? Figure out what's happening."

I AGREE. SHE IS PART OF US, AND WE WILL NOT LET ANY HARM BEFALL HER.

He paused, awkwardly.

BUT PLEASE LET HER KNOW I AM SORRY. I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU, EDDIE. SHE SAYS SHE DOES NOT WANT TO WORRY YOU. SHE DOES NOT SHARE THE SAME CONCERN I HAVE.

It didn’t matter: Eddie was already grabbing his phone and dialling your number, fingers tapping nervously against his screen.

After a few tense rings, you picked up.

“Hey, Eddie!”

"Hey, we need to talk," Eddie said urgently, glancing at Venom, who was now wrapping himself around the coffee table, sticky and pulsating, in deep despair.

Concern filled your voice. "Is everything okay?"

“Oh, I mean, yeah, right now it is,” he responded wildly, vaguely aiming for nonchalant. “I was just talking to V, you know, and he said something, and - I just kinda wanted to call, y’know, see if you were alright-”

“Oh, I'm fine,” you confirmed, but you still sounded confused. “I don’t have anything going on today, so I’m just spending some time to myself. What did V tell you?”

Across from Eddie, Venom moaned in despair, a mere gooey black glob of depression on his sitting room floor.

SWEET GIRL, I AM SORRY!

“He said you were getting some disturbing visions, and not gonna lie, it kinda freaked me out a bit,” Eddie said sheepishly, hoping you hadn’t heard that. “I just wanted to call and see if you were okay, that’s all. I know this is random. Sorry. Just, with the nature of the last case, y’know, up in Seattle-”

It didn’t take long before he realized he was rambling again about the Seattle case, so he stopped. “Sorry.”

"No, it's okay."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, then a sigh.

Of course this was happening.

“Eddie, there’s been a misunderstanding,” you said. “Just, look - do you mind coming over? I’ll explain everything to you once you’re here. This might be better in person.”

Eddie was on his feet in an instant. “Sure, yeah.”

//////

Eddie rushed through the city streets, a mixture of worry and curiosity gnawing at him. Venom was bonded to him again, because he’d rather not think about the consequences of a depressed Venom lingering around the apartment while he was out, and the symbiote seemed to writhe within him with impatience. Or maybe that was just the motorbike rumbling underneath him. Whichever it was, he felt nauseous.

The symbiote had a tendency to jump to conclusions, but Eddie definitely couldn't shake the unease that settled in his gut.

Upon arriving at your apartment, Eddie knocked hastily.

To his surprise, you opened the door with a small smile.

"Hey," you greeted, ushering him inside. "Thanks for coming over."

Eddie nodded, glancing around your living room as if expecting something unusual. Venom, still on edge, clung within him like a sentient black backpack.

He didn’t want to come off as too eager, or too worried, so he just shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and hoped he looked casual despite the storm of questions brewing inside of him.

“So - what’s the deal?”

Deep inside of him, Venom was quivering with fright. As his gooey molecular form had to be closely intertwined with several of his most important organs right now, it was very hard not to notice the sensation.

You winced. “He’s just freaking out about nothing. There’s no bad omens or visions. I just had a dream, and you were in it. Simple stuff. Nothing to worry about.”

“It wasn’t a bad dream?” Eddie said, cautious.

You were definitely closer, now. “Actually, I’d say it was a pretty damn good dream.”

Eddie’s breath was caught in his throat. Out of everything that could’ve happened tonight, he definitely hadn’t been expecting…this.

He was a little confused, honestly. What was going on? The hairs on the back of his neck were raised, but he didn't feel as though he was in danger. On the contrary, he felt quite warm.

“Let me show you?” you offered.

"Okay," he bit out before he was conscious of making the decision, and you were stepping in front of him, and realizing, he closed his eyes on instinct--

The kiss that followed was absolutely dizzying.

There was something so particularly desperate about this: you were kissing, gasping against his mouth and pulling at his jacket, which made the two of you blindly scramble backwards into the apartment, messy and needy. The kiss quickly turned into a battle of control, with Eddie being the one to guide you forward, his hands on your hips. You bit his bottom lip in response, forcing him to open up and then the kiss was all about tongues, wet and sensitive.

You were on the couch when you finally broke apart, gasping.

"Baby," Eddie wheezed, his eyes darting across your face in disbelief, "I - what was that?"

"Is V with you?" you asked, instead of answering the question.

He was apprehensive now. "Yeah?"

"He needs to know I'm not in danger," you whispered, and you leaned forward to kiss him again.

It was much too chaste, and after you pulled away, Eddie was in mute astonishment for a moment.

His voice was scratchy when he spoke. "Disturbing visions, huh?"

You just smiled. "In my dream, we were on a couch, like this."

Eddie still couldn't believe this was happening. The anxiety in his gut on the way over had been completely forgotten now, blurring out of his memory, the future was an impossible thing, there was just this. This was all he had; this was all he wanted. "Were we, now?"

He didn't know what to do, but that didn't seem to matter, you were leading.

You nodded. "It was kinda hot."

"Kinda?" Eddie repeated dumbly, breathless. His voice sounded like a stranger's.

Before he could embarrass himself, Venom's voice rumbled within him, frustrated.

EDDIE, STOP BEING A PUSSY!

Wondering vaguely if this had been a trap all along, Eddie grabbed the nape of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. Your mouths roved together, and he took the opportunity to pull you over, closer to him. The curve of your bare spine was warm from under your sweater. He kept his hand there, roaming carelessly, drifting up to the clasp of your bra.

You seemed to get what he was going for, and then suddenly you were straddling him, and with you on top of him, he could no longer ignore how interested his dick was in the proceedings.

Slightly, just slightly, you rolled your hips against his clothed crotch, and Eddie choked out a moan.

Oh, fuck. He could feel the sweat materializing and running down his back. This was better than good.

(Venom was definitely going to tease him about this later.)

"What happened next?" Eddie mumbled, looking up at you, his eyes blown black.

You smiled, then crossed your arms and peeled off your sweater. Eddie shifted his grip, holding you by the hips again, and you tossed your sweater elsewhere.

Venom was going absolutely insane from inside him: it felt like he was rumbling somewhere around his large intestine.

DO NOT MESS THIS UP, EDDIE!

Meanwhile, you were, of course, oblivious to the commentary in Eddie's mind.

"I mean," you said, and your voice wasn't smoky like it had been before. It was just curious, with a note of teasing, like this was an everyday conversation. "You ate me out."

He pressed a light kiss to your throat. "Then flip over, baby."

Inside his head, Venom seemed to be having some kind of meltdown. Maybe he had just realized what the dream was. Maybe he was jealous. Either way, he was rambling in Eddie's mind.

SWEET GIRL - SO FRAGILE - SO SWEET - SO DELICIOUS - I NEED TO TASTE -

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Eddie Brock x Pregnant Reader Imagines

When you first told him it was almost first thing in the morning and his mind wasn’t fully awake and functional yet. He was making breakfast when you told him and it took him a hot second to realize what you said.

“That’s great honey.” *five seconds later he realizes what you said*

“Wait what?!”

He’s so excited he actually starts to cry as he hugs you. (After he picks you up and spins you once in the air with tears in his eyes) Cause this was his chance! His chance to be the father that his father wasn’t! He’s hugging and kissing you and thanking you for this (writing this makes me wanna cry 😅🥲)

Venom already knew all this because this mf slithered under the bathroom door like a little snake and saw your reaction when the test showed positive.

Baby shopping with this man is like showing with a kid during at a toy store. He’s just so excited and wants everything to be perfect!

One day you went to lunch with Anne (if you befriended her, if not then another friend) Eddie decided to try and build the crib while you were out.

He struggled. Venom asked to help but Eddie first said no. Then he asked Venom for help. Then he called Dan. So now there’s two grown ass men plus a symbiot sitting in the not yet finished nursery, on the floor trying to build the crib.😂

When Anne (or other friend) and you return to your place you hear three sets of male voices arguing and walk into the nursery to see Eddie sitting crisscross, Dan laying on the floor and Venom in a glob in the corner connected to Eddie by a thread.

You ordered them all out and you and Anne (or bestie) built that crib in less than ten minutes, leaving the men speechless.

He just LOVES your baby bump and talks to it CONSTANTLY.

“Hey bud, all ya all nice and comfy in there?” “What are ya gonna be buddy?” “You need to calm down on the kicking kiddo, mama needs her sleep.”

Gets excited whenever your baby kicks or moves.

Gladly goes on grocery/late night runs to get whatever food you crave. (Venom even shares his chocolate)

When your water breaks he LOOKS calm, but inside he’s scared shitless.

Venom grabbed the bag and your stuff in the rush.

Held your hand and encouraged you the entire time. “Hey honey I’m right here okay, you’re doing so good.”

Silently bursts into tears when he heard your babies first cry.

When the doctors came in with your guys baby and handed it to you, Eddie kisses your forehead and just stared in awe at the little bundle of joy that you two created. “We did it hun, we did it.”

When you asked if he wanted to hold him he was a bit nervous. When he your guys child in his arms he started to cry all over again. He said he loved them promised that nothing bad was going to happen to them.

Eddie invited Venom (with your consent) to come out and see the baby. Venom moved up Eddie arm in his blob form and stared curiously at the child. “It’s so small and chubby.” With a tiny tentacle, he brushed the baby’s cheek and the baby moved against it. “I will protect this little thing with my life and eat whoever harms them.”

You both laughed at this and we’re glad that Venom loves your child.

#eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #venom and eddie #venom imagine #eddie brock imagine #eddie brock fluff #venom fluff #venom let there be carnage

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stuckysdaughter · 24 days

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Comforting Eddie Brock Imagines (GN)

*TW! Mentions of low self worth, angst with fluff, sad Eddie, comfort*

Eddie is stressed often. Between his job, Venom, you and a million other things, He keeps him and his mind busy.

He struggles with his self worth/esteem A LOT also and often doubts himself, especially when it comes to your guy’s relationship. He feels that he could do better (for you), you could do better than him, he’s not good enough, etc.

He normally handles it pretty well (in his opinion). Pushing it down deep and trying to forget it.

But every once and a while, all the bottled up feeling from he stress and the pressure come to the surface

One way it happens is out of anger, normally towards Venom (annoyed or tired of him) and sometimes (rarely) even towards you (In an argument or disagreement).

And the other way (the one you see the most) is tears.

Your baby tries so hard not to cry. But it still would happen. Once while he was working on his computer at the table, once or twice in a date, but when often laying in bed (alone/cuddling with you), his thoughts get to him and it puts him over the edge.

When you notice, he denies that he’s crying/that somethings wrongand tries to put on a brave face or a false smile.

You can see he’s lying.

When you comfort him despite his claims (hugging him, cuddling up next to him, make him something) he starts to get emotional again.

When you ask him the second time, that’s it. The straw that broke the camels back.

He just cry’s, trying his DAMN hardest to try and pull himself together but he can’t.

He calms down almost instantly when you pull him into your embrace.

He’ll talk to you about it, but sometimes he doesn’t want to talk.

Reassurance and love. THAT’S what this man needs at this time and IN GENERAL.

Practically begs you to stay with him (you do).

He falls asleep either in your arms or snuggled up close to you.

#eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #venom and eddie #eddie brock fluff #venom imagine #eddie brock angst #angst #venom #venom angst #angst to fluff

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stuckysdaughter · 24 days

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Eddie Brock x Fem Reader Period Comfort Imagines

*TW! Mentions of menstrual blood, cramps, cravings, a bit suggestive, LOTS OF FLUFF!*

This man knows what a period is, I mean he DID have a fiancée after all. He knows how it works and what to do.

Eddie is an observant man. He notices whenever you wince in pain from a cramp or how the little things get you irritated that wouldn’t before.

He offers to go get you food, pads, tampons or whatever you need.

He may call you to confirm what brand you want because there’s so many. It gets him every time.

Of course Venom notices the change in you (also saying he can smell blood) and either you or Eddie or both of you explaining it to him.

Venom wasn’t disgusted at all.

“It’s not gross, just a bit of blood.”

He even teases you and volunteers to clean you up.😉😏

Eddie doesn’t get mad at all if blood gets on the sheets or anything else and comforts you with a smile and a kiss.

“It’s not your fault hun okay, shit happens.”

Both him and Venom gladly cuddle and lay with you, but give you your personal space if and whenyou need it.

At one point Venom wanted to know how a tampon worked (goes in and absorbs) so you showed him with one and a pop/soda bottle.

He was shocked to say the least and so was Eddie.

“Hun do you NOT feel that?”

“You said you knew all this Eddie.”(Venom).

“Yeah, where it goes and what it does. I’ve never seen it in action dumbass!”

When your periods over, he congratulates you for being so strong.

“You take it like a champ honey.”

#eddie brock #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock fluff #venom and eddie #venom #venom imagine #venom comfort #eddie brock comfort #symbrock #venom fluff

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stuckysdaughter · 25 days

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Logan’s reaction when you wear one of his shirts!

ahhhh anon the imagery that popped into my head with this one... thank you for requesting it <3 maybe a slight warning but Logan calls reader kid, (she's an adult) because he's obviously older than everyone. also smutty implications lol

"Kid. Is that my shirt?" Logan is not sure if he's just half-drunk already (it's nearly impossible for him to get drunk as it is on just a few beers) and you're wearing a big, oversized, Calgary Flames jersey.

He's fairly sure that's not yours- he doesn't think you know any Canadian hockey teams, not like that, and the jersey is definitely dated. Logan thinks he got that when the team was early in it's existence.

"Uhhh..." You turn from your spot in front of the kitchen fridge. The X-Mansion is out of milk and creamer, unfortunately. "Maybe? Sorry."

It's not your shirt that bothers Logan, not exactly. From this spot at the kitchen counter- he's leaning over, but he almost has the full view of your legs, because the shirt only meets the beginning parts of your thighs, and he wonders why on earth you have to be so annoyingly delectable. When Logan is trying his best to be professional, a proper X-Men member, you have to go and be half-naked, no pants, just luscious, sweet legs all taut and smooth as you reach upwards to scan through the upper shelf of the fridge.

You're too much for him, he thinks. If Logan was a slightly better person, he might not be having these thoughts at all, let alone considering acting on them- but he thinks about sneaking up behind you and grabbing, squeezing your ass, the back of your thighs.

"I think our laundry got mixed up like a week ago." You try your best to excuse it. Honestly, though? You were happy to steal Logan's jersey.

It's nice and comfy, and the material has worn away into a soft, loose shirt. Best of all, it smells just like him, after years of wearing it- a slight laundry detergent smell is there, but you mostly catch the smell of pine wood, mixed with cigar smoke and maybe something musky.

You didn't expect him to be down here- you didn't want Logan to know your terrible secret.

"And? You just decided you'd keep it, huh?" Logan grumbles, but he's mostly joking. His eyes are soft.

"I didn't-" You turn to him again, and you cross your arms, and it's with a little start that Logan realizes you're not wearing a bra. You're completely naked under there, other than your panties, and he gets a rush of exhilaration thinking about taking them off slowly, with his rough, callused fingers juxtaposed against your supple, soft hips. Gently squeezing your breasts as if he owns them.

There's something hot about it, Logan thinks. You wearing his shirt. As if he loaned it to you. As if he kind of owns you, as if he's your boyfriend. He can't help but feel a deep sense of pleasure. It's not as if all his hook ups and one night stands were clamoring to be his, and it's with fondness that he looks at you again.

"I thought I could give it back to you. After I wore it for a bit." You admit, and Logan has a slight smile.

"Keep it." Logan has a twinkle in his eye, his eyes glancing up and down your figure as he smirks. "It suits you, no pants and all."

He's not really joking about that- it looks way better on you, and to Logan's perverted mind, it is fascinating how this jersey he fills out so well, had a completely different style as it falls on you. It sort of drowns you- leaves your figure to the imagination- but there's just enough that he can see how it skims over your curves, making it easier for him to imagine running his hands over you. Logan thinks about lifting it up from the bottom hem, exposing you.

You turn red, almost forgetting that your legs are bare, and you don't know how to respond to that.

"Really?" You shake your head, ignoring Logan's compliment, knowing that he's just teasing. "Thanks, Logan. It honestly helps me sleep better."

You didn't mean to say that last part- you're not trying to expose the year long crush you've had on the guy- and you stutter over your words, trying not to reveal the comfort you feel around him.

You shut the fridge, and try to leave, but Logan is a little faster, and he's got you right where he wants. Against the fridge. Looking up at him, sweet, meek, just as cute as he remembers.

He leans over you. "Well, I could help you sleep better. If you want."

"Really?" You look up at him, tilting your head a little. "I thought you would think I was just some creep and tell me to fuck off."

"Oh, kid. You think you're the only one who can't stop thinking about us?" Logan swallows. "I think I've liked you since you had to help me figure out the teaching schedule, remember?"

"Who could forget? You were really struggling- your class started an hour late." You joke, and Logan grins. He's not usually such a smiley guy, and it's not something you take light-heartedly. You know he must trust you.

"Offer's still on the table." Logan murmurs, as he traces the collar of his jersey, against your neck and collarbones, and you shiver as he leans in, pressing a kiss on your forehead. It's warm, soft, inviting- but you think Logan must be holding himself back.

"Okay." You whisper up at him, and Logan, being as devious as he is, immediately grasps your waist, your ass, your thighs, squeezing, wanting to feel every bit of flesh, and he feels a deep rumble in his chest- something possessive as he leans in and kisses you, something firm and rough as he feels his shirt around you- and Logan's mouth slots against your own quite easily, open-mouthed, rough kisses that have you shuddering, as he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pinning you against the fridge.

You know Logan didn't mean sleeping. He meant putting you to sleep, by sleeping with you, and this silly double meaning, the idea of getting to do all that and then cuddle and sleep by his side, it makes you smile against his mouth.

Logan doesn't stop kissing you as he lifts you up and away, you still wrapped around him, towards his room, feeling an immense amount of slick, lustful pride that he's bringing back his shirt and his girl there.

#logan howlett x reader #logan x reader #wolverine x reader #wolverine x you #logan howlett x you #james logan howlett x reader #wolverine

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stuckysdaughter · 25 days

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Love what's yours

Eddie Brock x GN! Reader x Venom

Summary: Going to see Eddie's place for the first time, Eddie is of course worried you wouldn't like his place. Venom talks with you as Eddie is asleep and cooking for them in the morning.

Warnings: Fluff, Eddie is worried, Slightly messy apartment, Reader can cook, Established Relationship

"Eddie I don't mind a little mess, just open the door," you pleaded with Eddie, as he kept warning you that he wasn't the cleanest person now that he had Venom. Of course, angering Venom by telling the whole truth, he took a final sigh before opening the door, your eyes immediately going to the two chickens that Venom came out of Eddie to introduce you to.

Looking around to see where you will be spending the night. There was some clutter and holes in the ceiling, but nothing horrific. Walking in, you see the pizza box, and you sigh. You only shook your head at it, pretending not to notice it. "I cleaned a bit before you came over-" "We cleaned," Venom announced. Eddie sighed, but you laughed. "But I have a movie we can watch," he said, in somewhat high hopes that you thought he wasn’t a pig.

You looked over at the couch with a smile and nodded. Sitting on the couch, Eddie puts the movie on and wraps his arm around you. Furthermore, you both had been dating for eight months, but he never invited you over to his place, only staying some nights at yours. Seeing why he didn't want to chase you away, especially after you had met Venom at five months, so now three months with Venom too, but you're glad to finally be in their place and seeing what he makes home after yours.

You feel his eyes on you as you cuddle up to his chest. Looking up at the feeling, you meet his mixed eyes that always confused you—a mix of green and blue with a little bit of brown. Making you gaze into his eyes longer, but you finally notice his dark bags and his eyelids fighting to stay open.

"Eddie, you look tired." "I'm not tired." He says, almost slurring, that he was fine a minute ago, but Venom interjected, "Yes,you are Eddie." His voice rippled out, waking Eddie a bit more. "Come on, we have tomorrow; let's go to bed." He looked at you with tired puppy eyes and said, "It's fine, Eddie. Come on." You reassured him, and he turned off the TV sleepily before taking your hand and walking to the bedroom.

You had brought a change of clothes, but you lazily decided to just get under with just your underwear on; Eddie was too tired to do anything else. You wondered if Venom had anything to do with this; Eddie was exhausted at this point, only wrapping himself under the covers with you and cuddling into your chest.

Eddie's snore came quickly, his warm breath landing on your skin and warming you up. You snuggled into the pillow, but Venom appeared from Eddie's shoulder. "Hi, Venie," you say, giving him a small smile. He looked at your tired face and thought of something: "Eddie is worried you don't like being here." His voice had the same effect as it did earlier—the velvet tone you loved so much.

Frowning at the news, you open your eyes a bit more and say, "I don't hate it here; I love seeing what Eddie brings too; I am glad to see he's safe here." Venom seemed to be okay with that answer, but you went on to say, "I wouldn't hate something of Eddie's or yours; I love you both too much, and I enjoyed today." Venom smiled, no doubt going to tell Eddie when he wakes.

You woke up warm and cozy, Eddie's arm wrapped under yours, his head in the nook of your neck. Your arms wrapped around him, and you softly stroked his back. His snores were soft and not loud, and they made you want to awe. Never did he seem to make you feel like this. Peering over your shoulder to see the alarm, you see it's 8 a.m.

Often cooking for Eddie when he was over was a regular thing, even having to learn a few recipes to change things up. A simple breakfast was on your mind, and the sight of him eating like he was tasting a five-star meal made you love the boost of not just ego but love.

Slowly, you pulled away from him; he groaned but didn't wake up, probably because Venom was keeping him asleep. Kissing his cheek before walking off to the kitchen to get started, you open the fridge quietly and see only orange juice and beer right away. There was very little in the fridge, but you spotted something you can whip up, Quickly peeking in the freezer, you see it full of tater tots. You huff a laugh, knowing that was one of the main things he ate when he was left to his own devices.

Pulling out a pan that looked like it hadn't been used in months, you gave it a quick rinse before putting it on the stove and turning it on. The dish wasn't complicated, and halfway through, you could smell it. The bedroom door squeak made you turn to the sight of Eddie walking toward you slowly, his eyes looking as if they were closed, and his hair pointing in every direction.

He was no longer in his underwear, now in sweatpants and a loose shirt with a smile on his face, his hands wrapped around you as you tossed the food in the pan. "It was so cold without you," he hummed into your shoulder. "I'm sorry, I thought you both would enjoy something other than tatter tots this morning." You laughed. "But I cook breakfast." Venom whines, Eddie's eyes widen at the memories. "I'm not complaining. We just missed you." He kissed your shoulder, his warm lips tickling you, their effect running down your spine.

"I could get used to this. I mean, your apartment is bigger than mine; it's nice sharing it with you." You say you are now looking for the plates, and Eddie hummed happily at that thought hanging onto you. Finally, after plating the food, you set it on the island counter. Eddie wasted no time digging in, but stopped after swallowing the first bite and thought of something. You also dug in, watching the gears turn in his head and his voice sound nervous as he said "Will you move in with us".

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

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stuckysdaughter · 25 days

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The Type of Man

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man who loves towering over his girlfriend. Being tall has always had its advantages, he can easily scan the room, come off as more intimidating by his sheer size, reach the highest shelves with ease.

But being taller than his girl is probably his favorite advantage.

The fact that he can look over her shoulder to see what book she’s reading, what page she's currently on. How he can always be the hero who gets her favorite pair of heels down from the high shelf in her closet. When he can simply scoop her up whenever he pleases because why not?

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man to love letting his girlfriend wear his clothes. Maybe it's because he’s possessive—he doesn’t think so—or because of how adorable she looks.

How his button up shirts fall past her thighs and she has to roll up the sleeves. And whenever she wears one of his pullovers she’s practically drowning in them, burrowed in his scent of roses. If she ever forgot her mittens then he gladly let her borrow his, ignoring how they engulfed her small dainty hands.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man who loves teasing his girlfriend. Whether in the bedroom or just day-to-day, he loves to tease her, poke her, rile her up.

He loves calling her little pet names that he knows will get a rise out of her. Little mouse, doll, bunny, angel. They get a completely different reaction in the bedroom but outside of it, they get little glares and huffs. And he loves it. Loves seeing her roll her eyes and remind him that she does have a name.

In the bedroom she loves it as much as he does. How his low, timber voice drawls them out while he pounds into her, the words dripping out of his mouth like thick, warm honey. That’s when she loves it. And he loves the way she moans when he says them, how her perfect little cunt tightens around his cock whenever those names strike a nerve.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man who despises tears. Happy ones or sad ones, pleasurable ones or painful ones. They’re all the same to him. In his eyes, it’s a sign that you lack control of your emotions.

How can you possibly go through all those feelings internally and still feel the need to cry? To physically prove what you’re feeling is true? But when his girlfriend cries?

When she cries from being sad he’s all over the place. He’s bringing her roses, kissing her all over, giving her hugs—and he’s very selective on who gets hugs from him—singing her songs. The man will do absolutely anything to cease those tears.

When she cries from pleasure he’s cocky. He knows he��s good in the bedroom, but to make someone cry from pleasure? Well, there’s a sick sadistic side in him that enjoys it. He loves knowing he’s the only one who will see these tears. Knowing that the shape of his cock, the tempo of his thrusts, the overwhelming feeling and sensation of him is causing these tears is a great boost to his ego. He’ll wipe her tears eventually. First, he’ll tease her about it, degrade her a bit. “Already crying doll? Too much for my sweet little mouse? Is my cock too big for you angel?”

It’s when she cries from pain that he truly despises tears. For who could ever cause harm to his sweet, precious angel? They’d have to die. Simple as that. It’s more difficult for him to manage when it’s something like a menstrual cramp or if she stubbed her toe. For what can he do? Yell at her uterus? Chide the coffee table for being in her way? He’d do anything to make the pain go away, he’d take it on himself if he could.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man who absolutely needs sex. He craves it honestly. And he needs it from her.

He needs to hear her little mewls of pleasure. Needs to watch her eyes roll back when he hits that sweet spot inside of her. He needs to watch her take it over and over again, absolutely dumb with it. He needs that control, that power. Even if it means tying her up. He’s willing to make that sacrifice. He loves watching her struggle to free her wrists from the confines of his necktie while he fucks into her right little cunt, hard and deep.

Knowing that she’ll be sore drives him mad, so sore that he’ll be the one to bathe her after they’re done and be the only one who knows why she’s limping the next day. He loves when she gets overstimulated, sobbing and begging for him to stop as he continues fucking her stupid. It’s only then that he’s truly got her where he wants her, stuck on his cock, his little fuckdoll.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man to be selective with the kisses he gives out.

On the lips is for certain times of the day, moments in both their lives where it’s simply expected. Like waking up. That deserves a good morning kiss, doesn’t it? Before he leaves for work calls for another, they won’t see each other for quite some time and he needs all the motivation he can get.

On the nose is for when she’s simply too cute for her own good. These kisses are quite rare in the grand scheme of things. He feels a little silly pecking someone’s nose of all places. But he adores the way she giggles when he does it, the way her eyes close and her smile widens. He indulges in those every so often.

A kiss on the cheek is casual yet calculated. He saves those for when he’s out in public with her. For when he needs people to know she belongs to him. He does it when they’re all some fancy gala and quite a few men are eyeing her up, too much for his liking. He enjoys it when she gives him a peck as well. Mainly because she has to get up on her tiptoes to do so and you won’t ever catch him bending down so she doesn’t have to.

A kiss on the neck is a question. Will she or will she not let him fuck her into the bedsheets until she’s a screaming, withering mess? It’s a simple question really and he’s mastered asking such a thing by pressing light kisses to her neck. It’s when she leans into them that he knows he’s got her.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man to promise to burn the world to the ground should anyone ever hurt his precious girl.

If only he knew he’d get burned in the process.

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stuckysdaughter · 25 days

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2 am thoughts with kit:

riding coryo desperately, to the point he’s so enthralled with you, he can barely think. His hands are on you. Your hips, your breasts, your sides, they wander but his hands are so tingly with anxious excitement, he barely can focus on really touching you. His mouth is parted and his curls are tousled, he’s not even doing most of the work and his forehead and hairline is sweating. His gaze watches where you connect to him, watching you take his cock with every movement you give, and he gives some experimental thrusts up against you to hear you whine but you push on his chest and suddenly he’s completely melting under the control you have. And when he gets closer to his orgasm, his gaze shifts to your face, unable to look away from how pleasured you look, that his cock is doing that to you and the moment you mutter, “love your cock so much,” to him, his eyes roll to the back of his head and he comes hard, pressing himself up against you to make sure you take all he has, not caring that your nails are digging into his chest. And the pride…the ego Coryo has when his orgasm is what triggers yours? That’s how he takes back control.

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stuckysdaughter · 26 days

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eddie being the speaker for venom’s adoring rant he eventually goes on at the end of your date when you’re just slowly strolling through a park, taking the long way home just to draw the evening out (but also eddie filtering it because some of the points are VERY INAPPROPRIATE and so venom gets mad and eventually takes over even though you are in public)

This post is 18+, minors dni.

"You're very pretty," Eddie narrates the voice in his head, but he shakes his head and tries again, "Pret-ty. He says- He says it weird, like prit-ty."

"Pretty," You try, voice low and gruff in a poor attempt to match Venom's, "Like that?"

"Spot on," Eddie laughs, and you let your chest shake with giggles as you roam down the sidewalk, "And he says your dress makes him think of blood, which," Eddie grimaces, "I'm sure, in his mind, is a compliment."

"Hm," You hum, glancing down at the red fabric you're draped in, "Yeah, I'll choose to take that kindly."

"And he wants to- woah," Eddie's eyes go wide and his hand tightens around your own momentarily, "Uh, hold your hand."

"What?"

"He wants to hold your hand!" Eddie insists, "And- Jesus, Venom! And tuck you into bed."

"I said fuck!" A voice roars from deep inside of Eddie's chest, and before you know it black ooze is emerging from your boyfriend's skin. You panic, yanking Eddie-turned-Venom into an alleyway between two apartment buildings and praying that no one is watching you.

"I said I wanted to fuck you into the bed," Venom clarifies, towering over you in the dark alley. If you didn't know him, in any other scenario, you'd be fainting from fear. But the hulking alien doesn't bother you now, and you put a hand over his mouth full of sharp teeth to try and get him to quiet down.

"Okay," You soothe, trying to acknowledge him so that he doesn't feel so misinterpreted, "Okay Venom. That's very- uh, nice. But you can't be out right now, you know that. Please just go back inside Eddie?"

"He is lying, I cannot trust him!" Venom huffs, voice not quieted at all, merely muffled by your hand, "I did not say I wanted to hold your hand. I said I wanted you to fuck my tongue!"

"Charming," You spit, face flushed with fire matching the heat in your belly, "Really, Venom, I- I'd like to, but- but we're out now, and I need you to quiet down and go back inside."

"Eddie does not deserve to take you on dates like this. He does not tell you how good you look."

"Yes he does!" You insist, still clamping your hand desperately over Venom's mouth. It does nothing, but you can't stand the thought of letting go.

"He uses words like gorgeous and beautiful. They are true," Venom promises, "But he never says sexy or delicious. Those are true, too, and you should hear them."

"Thank you, Venom," You croon, moving your hands to his cheeks to tug them closer to your face. He accepts a kiss to the teeth, seeing as he hasn't bothered to give himself lips in this form, and it's a rather odd sensation on your own. But it quiets him down, and he's calm under your touch.

"I'm happy you think those things," You grin, and you can't deny that you're flattered, "But if you want to say those things, we have to wait until we're home. I promise, as soon as the door shuts behind us you can join Eddie and I, okay? He'll say beautiful, you can say..." You fumble for a term, inches away from Venom's face, and he offers a helpful hint.

"Hot stuff!" He roars, definitely loud enough to be heard from the street.

"Okay! Okay, hot stuff," You nod, peering horrified at the mouth of the alleyway to make sure no one is coming to investigate, "That's very nice Venom, I'd love to hear that later."

"I will go back inside now," Venom tells you, and your heart rate spikes when you hear rushed footsteps coming your way, "But I will see you later."

"Later, later!" You promise, and the symbiote can't seem to melt into Eddie fast enough. As soon as the face in front of you is tan instead of goopy, you surge for it, locking lips with Eddie in a gesture you hope looks passionate and not rushed.

The man doesn't know what you're doing, but he doesn't care. He lets you slam him against the wall behind him with a soft groan, and you shut your eyes just as the footsteps thud beside you.

"Oh-" A resident of the nearby apartments scoffs, "Gross. Get a fucking room or something, you'll get an infection out here. Perverts!"

You flip the man off for good measure, and wait until he's a safe distance away to part from Eddie. He looks dazed from the kiss, but as soon as he comes to, he's got a message from Venom.

"He wants to know if he can bite that guy's head off," Eddie drawls, and you sigh, typical.

"No," You scoff, grabbing Eddie's hand and leading him back out of the alleyway, "But we should get home, he's got lots to say to me."

"And do to you," Eddie's face scrunches as he listens to Venom's rambling, shaking his head slightly at a suggestion you don't hear, "I- I don't think that's possible, buddy."

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stuckysdaughter · 26 days

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NFWMB (Nothing Fucks With My Baby)

Pairing: Reader x Venom

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: you get kidnapped, there's some cannon level violence, nothing to write home about <3

Genre: idk if I should really classify this as angst fr but the ending is fluffy!

Summary: Carnage returns, his mission remains the same; kill Venom. And he plans to use you to do it.

Based on this ask by @weebnotheree (thank you so much for the request, I know it took a while so I appreciate your patience, I hope you like it <3)

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"Hey y/n!" Your coworker skirts over to your desk with curious excitement.

"Yes?" You glance up from your computer at her.

"Your boyfriend is a reporter isn't he?"

"Correct. Where is this going exactly?"

"Well do you think he'd be able to come cover the charity gala this weekend?" She asks.

"He doesn't really- cover this sort of thing? He'd need to get assigned to it. But I can check with him, he can ask his boss and maybe they'll send someone else down." You concede. It can't hurt, after all, you do need the exposure for the event anyway.

Hours later, after you've both gotten home from work and eaten dinner. You're winding down for the day with Eddie by watching a show together when you propose the question from your coworker.

"Eddie quick question." You say, not lifting your head from his shoulder.

"Yeah?" He's been tracing patterns against your leg for the past ten minutes.

"Do you think you could come cover the charity gala this weekend? My coworker Dani thought it'd be a good idea." You tell him.

"I don't usually write those sorts of pieces." He hums.

"I know I told her, but I also told her I'd ask anyway. It doesn't have to be you, if your boss sends someone else that's fine. We're just aiming to get more eyes on the event." You shrug.

"I'll talk to my boss. He'll probably send someone. Not me though."

"Yeah that's fine, I know these aren't your thing, you don't have to come." You say.

"Say what?" You feel him shift to look at you.

"I drag you to enough work functions. I'll let you skip out on this one." You pat his chest lightly.

"Don't have to tell me twice." Eddie snorts turning back to the TV.

"Technically I already did tell you twice." You chuckle.

"Smartass." He pinches your thigh.

"Always." You sit up just to wink at him.

The following day, you are accosted by Dani pretty much as soon as she walks into the office.

"Did you ask him?"

"Ask who, what Dani?" You ask though you know exactly what she's talking about. "Also have you forgotten that the proper way to start a conversation is with a greeting? What happened to hi? What happened to how are you?"

"Hi, how are you? Did you ask your boyfriend about covering the gala?" She says.

"Hi Dani, I'm doin' alright. How are you?" You ask her.

"Y/n!" She huffs.

"Yes Dani I asked. He said he'd talk to his boss. Knowing Eddie, someone will probably be at the gala. It's handled." You finally cave and give her the answers she came for.

"You're the best!" She tells you.

"I know, thanks." You chuckle. You shrug.

The day of the gala is chaos from the minute preparations start. It's not really anything that surprises you and you've been handling everything that comes your way with ease.

"Y/n!" Your coworker Wendy grabs your attention when you're sorting out something with one of the photographers.

"Yes Wendy?" You aks.

"The uh catering staff is here do you know where they're supposed to-"

"They just got here?! They were supposed to be here an hour ago! Who was on that? They should've been checking for- oh never mind! Their tables are over there on that wall and tell them to hurry Wen the event is literally starting." You sigh pointing her in the right direction. The event is just gaining momentum, doors opened about twenty minutes ago and aside from the catering situation that has just been taken care of, as far as you know, everything is precisely as it should be. At least you hope so since you did come here a couple of hours in advance to make sure things were ready. You aren't technically in charge of this event but you are naturally better at organizing chaos and these events tend to be a bit of a frenzy on the day no matter how prepared you are in advance.

Tonight is your company's annual charity gala. Every year the board votes on a cause to raise money for by hosting a huge party. This year's cause is a charity that supports kids getting involved in the arts. There are a bunch of art projects on display, some of which will be up for auction at the end of the evening, but the goal is to shmooze with the community members effectively enough that they want to support the charity. You spend most of these galas working optics; talking to reporters, setting up pictures, and just generally organizing things throughout the night. As part of the company's public relations department events like these are your specialty. Carefully curating the perception of everything that goes on here tonight with the help of the other members of the department here tonight.

You're pleased to say that a couple of hours in, the event is going off without a hitch. Once it's in full swing, you have your hands full giving statements to different press outlets and sending photographers to snap the board of directors with guests of the event. Just as you're preparing the host for his introductory speech, you notice a small crowd gathering by one of the large glass windows overlooking the city.

"What's going on over there?" The host frowns at you.

"I'm- not sure. Probably just some nightlife chaos got people's attention." You shrug but before you can walk up the stage there's a shout from a few of the guests followed by the sound of shattered glass as something crashes through that large window. The room erupts into chaos as red goop shoots out at people. It only takes you a couple of moments to realize the thing currently ruining your gala is Carnage. You didn't meet him or anything last time they faced off, but Eddie gave you enough of a description to come to that conclusion when you spot the bright red tentacles and eyes so like Venom's but different at the same time.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." You huff quietly from where you're crouched behind a curtain with the gala host.

"What is that thing?!" He hisses.

"Doesn't matter. Find the nearest exit and run like hell." You tell him.

"What?! You want me to go out there?! What if it sees me?" He shakes his head. You poke your head out just enough to see Carnage. Weirdly enough he just seems to be picking up people and dropping them on the ground again.

"You ever seen that thing before?" You ask.

"God no!"

"He's looking for something. Unless you think it's you, I'd suggest taking the risk before he starts getting snackish!"

"W-what?!"

"We know you're here! We did our RESEARCH!" The man beside you is practically shaking as Carnage's deep voice rings through the room.

"He's coming this way, you have to move now." You say.

"What about you?"

"He's more likely to notice two of us. I'll be out after you." You're so busy directing the guy you don't realize how close Carnage is to you all until the curtain you're behind is ripped off its bar.

"AHA! THERE YOU ARE!"

"GO! GET OUT OF HERE NOW!" You shout to the guy as Carnage reaches for- you. He's reaching for you, you realize only when one spindly spider-like appendage wraps around your waist.

"How noble of you. We weren't after him- but if you must be the hero-" Carnage easily reaches the scrambling host before he can get to the door and all you can do is shut your eyes tight when Carnage lifts him up. It's only when his screams stop suddenly and something warm drips onto your arm that you're sure is blood. You don't dare to check what Carnage has done, but if you had to guess, he bit his head off; much like Venom does when you or Eddie allows him to. Your eyes only shoot open when Carnage starts to move again, swinging back out the hole he came in through and taking you through the city. You're in the air for quite some time before eventually, Carnage drops you, rather gently for a kidnapper, on the ground inside a dusty building.

"Hello, little thing." Carnage says to you.

"I could have sworn Venom dealt with you already." You cross your arms.

"Almost. I was lucky to escape."

"Unfortunate for the rest of us." You muse.

"Rude!"

"Let me remind you that you did kidnap me so excuse me if I'm not kind." You roll your eyes. "I take it my role is to lure Venom to you? Right?"

"Correct. He cares for you. So he will come."

"Of course, he will. Though, disrupting my work event was an unnecessary scene just to lure him out to- where are we?"

"An old firehouse!"

"Wow you really are a baby." You scoff realizing he's chosen another location where loud noise is common.

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing nothing. I presume you have a different host now right? That other guy, the serial killer, died the last time, didn't he?"

"I am bonded to his blood! I can regenerate!"

"I'm sorry- so you regenerated… an entire head for your last host?"

"Yes!"

"That is- very strange." You frown. "Still, this place doesn't hold sentimental value to Cletus so- how will they find you?"

"Oh just call them." Cletus makes an appearance, finally, and rolls his eyes as he makes his request.

"Call them? You want me to call them and lead them to where you plan to kill them?"

"Yes. Or I'll kill you."

"That would be stupid. Killing me won't get you what you want." You scoff.

"CARNAGE! YOU TOOK MY CHOCOLATE DROP! I'M GOING TO RIP YOU TO SHREDS!!"

"Guess we don't need to call him." Carnage says pushing you into the fire engine that's collecting dust in the unused building.

"WAS DYING ONCE NOT ENOUGH FOR YOU?!" Venom stomps towards Carnage.

"Father. I'm not that easy to get rid of!"

"EVIDENTLY!" Venom charges at Carnage and the two of them are quickly destroying the old brick firehouse you're occupying. From inside the fire truck you're in, it's hard to tell who's winning for most of the fight. It's all too quick and too fluid the way they're throwing each other around. By the time you've gotten a handle on what's going on between the duo, Carnage has Venom pinned to one of the walls that they haven't totally ruined already. Frantically you turn towards the control panel of the fire engine, you can't imagine it's still fully operational but there's a chance you can find some way to make noise with this thing. You need to give Venom the upper hand somehow.

"V!" You shout and cover your ears for only a moment before pressing as much of your weight as you can into the horn of the truck and hoping for the best. You can't explain the relief that you feel when that horrid loud noise fills the small space and Carnage screeches. You let up on the horn once he stumbles away from Venom, his attention on you now that you've gotten involved.

"You!" Carnage snarls. You lay into the horn again before he can get to you and the sound seems to disrupt him enough to almost completely separate him from Cletus. You let up when Eddie has crept up behind them and Venom takes over to fully rip Carnage from Cletus by force. You didn't think that was possible and it is extremely strange to watch. Venom grabs Cletus with an extra appendage and holds him far in the air as he eats the angry red goop that is Carnage.

"EVEN WORSE THE SECOND TIME." Venom grumbles and you can't help but giggle a little. The noise makes Venom wink at you before turning his attention to Cletus. "THIS TIME STAY DEAD!" Venom says before biting his head off, out of your line of sight. You come out of the fire truck just in time to catch him dropping the body.

"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!" Venom runs over to you and lifts you into his arms so you're eye level with him as he looks over you for injuries.

"I'm fine V. He didn't actually hurt me. You got here so quickly." You muse.

"EDDIE WAS WATCHING COVERAGE OF YOUR GALA." Venom explains.

"It was going so well until he crashed it." You pout. "You don't have any other errant children we should know about right Venom?"

"NO. NOT THAT I KNOW OF." Venom shrugs lowering you back to the ground.

"Good because this kidnapping thing is very inconvenient." You say. Eddie chooses that moment to reappear and he quickly wraps his arms around you.

"Y/n, baby, thank fuck you're okay. I am so sorry." He breathes out.

"You're sorry? What for?" You frown as you hug him back.

"If I had just come to the damn gala in the first place-" You pull back and hold Eddie's face in your hands to make sure he hears what you say next.

"No. It wouldn't have changed anything. In fact, it would actually have been worse I think. There were hundreds of people in that building and we were on one of the higher floors. The casualties if you had fought him there would have been so not worth it. This was the best outcome. I'm sure there were several injuries but I think there was only one death besides him so- don't apologize. Especially because there was no way you could've predicted him crashing my event. Don't blame yourself because other than a ruined charity gala and the inconveniences that come with a kidnapping, I've barely got some scrapes. You two did well." You tell him.

"We couldn't have done it without you. The fire horn was a great idea."

"Yeah well, you were going to die. And I didn't have any fire." You shrug. "We should get out of here though, I can't imagine it'll take much longer for authorities to get here in search of the red monster that crashed a charity event." You add.

"True. The party looked beautiful by the way. You know, before Carnage trashed it." Eddie says scooping you into his arms.

"Thank you baby." You kiss his cheek just before Venom appears again to take you all home.

"I WANT A KISS TOO! I DID ALL THE WORK."

"You can have as many kisses as you want V." You say kissing his cheek too as he walks out of the trashed fire station with you in his hold.

"I WANT ALL THE KISSES THEN!" He declares as he swings you both up into the air.

"Once we get home I'll kiss you til my lips fall off if you so wish my love." You giggle.

"NOT THAT MANY! IF THEY FALL OFF I WON'T GET ANY MORE IN THE FUTURE!"

"Okay okay. Reasonable amount of kisses, once we get home. Deal?"

"DEAL!" Venom says before taking off from building to building to get you home. There's no such thing as normal when your boyfriend is sharing his body with an alien you suppose, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

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