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msgexymunson · 1 year

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Rumour Part Two: Rose

Description: After hooking up with your hot neighbour, things aren't going as you had hoped. Maybe a note will turn it around for the both of you...

Warnings: NSFW, Minors DNI or I'll put you in detention, Angsty angst, but fluffy, and HELLA SMUT. Sub!fem!younger!reader x older!pierced!dom!eddie, (age gap not problematic) rough sex, oral fem receiving, praise kink, sir kink, pet names

A/N: Please read part 1 first! I'm totally feral for this version of Eddie and apparently you lot are too! Thank you for all your love and support, I really hope you enjoy this!

❤ Reblogs are what keep me alive FR. They keep Tumblr alive. If you want more smut reblog my stuff. I'll love you forever, promise.❤

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Marching home from the bar, arms crossed as a barrier against the chilly air, you huff into the night, sending out a cloud of steamy breath. Your mood at work tonight was frankly diabolical. If you were your own manager you probably would have fired yourself. Dropping glasses, snapping at customers, drifting into day dreams, you were a mess. In the end your boss told you to go home, that your head was clearly not in the game tonight; thankfully treating you better than you would have treated yourself.

Nearing the corner of your street, you stomp along, thinking about the man you couldn't get out of your head for the past six days. The man you were trying to push from your mind unsuccessfully. The man that didn't call. Eddie Munson.

After an evening of frankly mind blowing sex, he took you out on a lunch date. You ate nice food, shared a bottle of wine, and spoke about your interests. You discovered a mutual love for art, and a similar taste in music. He was soft, chatty, funny. Afterwards you had gone for a walk around the park, even held hands. For a moment you really thought you had started to connect with him. Then he'd dropped you back home, told you he was a bit busy for the next couple of days, kissed you on the cheek and disappeared into the wind.

It would have hurt less if he had just left after that night, but the date seemed to go well. The only explanation in your eyes was that he couldn't have liked you after getting to know you. The thought stabbed ice through your heart.

As you approach your building, you see a familiar figure sitting down smoking. You still your movements, trying to collect your feelings and push them down deep inside. Taking a deep breath, you slip on the blankest look you can muster and march straight to your door.

"Hey pretty girl."

No matter how much you try to mask, that gruff voice and those words just do something to you.

"Hey." You throw back, not bothering to look in his direction. You hear the creak of leather as he gets up. Desperately trying to get your keys out of your pocket, you end up dropping them on the floor. Well done. Smooth.

Eddie's closed the distance between you, reaching down to swipe the keys into a large hand. He looms over you, standing close, inches from your shaking form. The atmosphere is stifling, tension in the air laced with your anger.

"Can I have my keys please." Your gaze firmly locked away from him.

Eddie hands them over, but grabs your small hand in his when you try to pull away.

"Can you look at me, sweet thing?" His other hand reaches for your chin to pull your gaze towards him, rough fingers coaxing you. Struggling to resist him when he's in the very air you breathe, you let your eyes meet his.

"Hey, I'm sorry if I upset you, I've just been-"

"-really busy? Yeah." Your tone has venom, it coats each word, leaving your mouth with a bitter taste.

"Look I'm sorry, do you wanna-"

"I've got to go Eddie. I'm super busy." You snatch you hand away from his and take your front door key, jamming it into the lock. Eddie steps back, arms up, giving you space. It takes everything you have not to turn around when you slam the door behind you.

You lean against the door, shaking, biting back the tears that are begging to roll down your cheeks. Hot and flustered, you do your best to calm down and just breathe. You slide your back down the door and sit on the floor with your head in your hands. This is stupid.

Maybe you should have let him explain. What explanation could there be though, after he made you feel like that, then disappeared into the mist?

Lifting your head weakly, you notice a piece of paper folded in half on the welcome mat, seemingly shoved under your door. Curious, you pick it up and open it. It's from him.

Underneath the hastily scrawled note is the most beautiful pencil drawing of a rose you think you've ever seen. It almost looks like you could pluck it off the paper. The detail is simply breath taking; there's even shining dew drops on the velvety looking petals. You're half expecting a floral sweet scent to roll off of it.

Hey sweet thing, sorry I've not called. You must be at work. Knock when you get this.

E.M x

p.s. You said you like roses, I drew this for you.

Your hand flies to your mouth, shocked at the sheer beauty and intricacy of it. What's more, is that you're not even sure you remember when you told him roses were your favourite flower. It can't have been recently.

Shame drips down your throat and into your gut at how you'd greeted him earlier. Determined to resolve this before it goes any further you stand up and make your way back outside. Eddie's chair is empty. Taking a deep breath, you steel your nerves, walk across the courtyard and knock on his door.

It swings open a crack, and then all the way. Eddie stands in the doorway shirtless, tattoos strewn across his chest, messy hair loose and wild. His sweat pants are hanging low on his hips, cut groin and hip bones on display, his dark thatch of hair leading down drawing your eye. You take a shaky breath in; realising you're staring, your eyes snap up to meet his.

He looks from your face, down to your hand still gripping his drawing.

"So, you got my note huh." Flashing you a small smile.

Throwing your arms around his neck you kiss him hard. He staggers, taken aback by the gesture, but only for a moment. Then his hand is on your lower back, the other in your hair, as his tongue flicks across your bottom lip begging. You submit, his probing tongue dipping deep into your mouth, saying everything his note did not. You feel the steel of his piercing rub against your tongue, massaging in the kiss. Pressing up against him it's impossible to ignore the growing bulge in his sweat pants forced against your beating core.

You both break from the kiss, eyes seeking each others.

"I'm sorry-"

You laugh, speaking in unison. He presses hot, hard kisses to your lips, tongue running down your neck, beginning to bite and suck. Moaning, your nails dig into his back.

Eddie breaks away from you, leaving you pouting, neck stretching towards his perfect mouth, chasing the feeling.

"Listen, as much as this is incredible, can I talk to you?"

Taking gasping breaths you try and steady yourself.

"Yeah, sure." Still focusing on pacifying your breathing.

He takes your arm and leads you inside, gesturing to the couch. Taking a seat you glance around the room. It's a mess; not exactly dirty but there's things everywhere. Several guitars and amps lean haphazardly on the walls. A tower of books threatens to spill over the side of the coffee table. A few empty beer bottles sit in various states on the counter top. There's a desk, covered in writing and drawing implements, more books open around paper pads, you assume for reference purposes. You don't see many photographs around which seems strange to you. The only framed picture on the wall is a younger Eddie with an older man, balding in a checked shirt, maybe his father? There's another frame on the window ledge which you can't make out much detail from, looks like a crowd of teenage boys.

Eddie sits beside you, hand resting on your knee. When he speaks his voice is brimming with emotion, something you're entirely unready for.

"Listen, I just wanted to explain. I really like you. It's just," he pauses, staring at the corner of the room, lips pressed together, "I'm not used to this. Any of this. I'm not exactly seen as boyfriend material, you know?" He laughs softly at that, eyes seeking yours. You nudge him with your hand, willing him to continue, fingers tracing encouraging circles on his thigh.

"People see me as a one and dump. I've gotten used to it, not many wanted me my whole damn life. Meeting you, and getting along, outside of sex, I just- I was scared."

His doe eyes meet yours and you melt. The strong, confident man has melted away, exposing the soft, tender boy in front of you.

Clambering onto his lap, you stroke his stubbly cheek.

"I don't see you like that." Locking eyes for a second, you lean in to press a soft kiss to his full lips. His eyes close, kissing you back gently, mouths moving in sync. His hands stroke delicately down your sides, so much so that you twitch.

"Sorry, that tickles," you breathe out, wiggling away from his attention.

"Oh, ticklish eh?" He grins deviously, fingers tracing agonising patterns in your sides.

You giggle, bucking out your hips, trying to escape from the feeling. Reaching out your own fingers you dig into his sides trying to get your own back.

"Oh sweet thing you're really in for it now!" Before you can understand what's happening you're on the floor, Eddie pinioning you to the carpet. Hands held above your head, his whole body weight is keeping you in place.

"OK you win, please sir let me go!" You tease.

Eddie's irises shrink back, pupils blown, predatory gaze roaming over your features.

"Oh now that's not fair pretty girl." He bends forward, large hand encompassing your wrists, kissing and suckling at your exposed flesh.

It takes a second, but then it hits you.

"Sir please."

Eddie groans into your neck; his hard length pressing forcefully into your core.

For confirmation, you cant help but play into it further.

"Oh please, please Sir, please let me go!" Smirking, bucking into the air.

The noise that leaves Eddie's throat is gravelly and animalistic, grinding into you with abandon, hand holding you tight by the wrists. Your giggles have transformed into moans, pulse travelling to your heat.

His hand roams from your wrists to pull your top over your head, exposing your bare chest. Eddie wastes no further time in licking down to your exposed breasts, tongue trailing to your nipples.

"I thought you were a good girl, sweet thing," and he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. The swirl of his thick tongue around your sensitive buds makes you wail, hips humping up to meet his. He sucks onto your exposed nipples hard, the feeling sending bolts of arousal through your chest, massing in your stomach.

"Please Eddie." All confidence stripped from you now that you're squirming beneath him, rough stubble from his chin abrading your delicate skin.

Unlatching from your chest he draws level with your face. The dark, steely glint in his eyes makes your cunt throb. His breath fans across your face; the smell of Eddie's skin permeating all of your senses.

"That's not what you called me before."

A rugged hand enwraps your neck, squeezing softly at the sides, almost a threat. The rough touch makes you whimper. He's not constricting your airway, just letting you know whose in charge. As if there was any doubt.

"Please sir."

His eyes close as he grunts, suddenly pulling off of you. He rips the fastenings of your jeans open with an unruliness that has your cunt clenching, attempting to drag them off your legs along with your underwear. Eddie realises too late you've still got your shoes on and you huff a laugh at his obvious frustration. The laugh dies in your throat however when he uses brute force to pull your trainers off your feet, ignoring the laces. You whine at the display of strength, arousal gripping you so tightly that you feel it in your bones.

Laying on the carpet fully nude under his powerful gaze, you attempt to shy away but Eddie stops you immediately with a simple wave of his hand. He rubs at your sides, taking a moment to stare at your naked form shamelessly. You don't think anyone has ever looked at you this way, with such need, wanting you this hard.

"You're really fuckin' beautiful, you know that?"

You flush at the attention, cheeks burning. His fingers smooth down to your slit, groaning when he feels how wet you are.

Without warning he flips you over, pulling a shocked yelp from you. Rough hands grab your hips, manhandling you exactly where he wants you, dragging your ass closer to him.

You jump slightly at the first contact of his swollen cock, feeling the rub of steel from his piercing drag back and forth over your folds collecting your slick.

"You ready sweet thing?"

"Mmm please-"

He starts pushing into you and you gasp; you'd nearly forgotten how big he was. The push into you continues, his girth making you bite your lip, dragging against your slick walls. He wholly sheathes himself in you and you stretch around him, filling you completely; heart, soul and cunt, belonging to him.

Eddie's warm, firm hand strokes down your spine, coming to rest on your hip, thumbs rubbing into the doughy flesh, fingers gripping possessively.

He bends over you, messy hair trailing tickles on your shoulder, gruff whisper in your ear.

"You ok sweet thing?"

Your cunt is already twitching, zaps of pleasure dancing through your insides at each flutter of your walls.

Breathlessly you manage "yes, please, fuck me sir."

Eddie growls "fuck."

He ploughs into you, setting a gut-wrenching pace, slick sex sounds slapping through the apartment. Your arm grazes the coffee table and a pile of books tumbles down. You see a flash of a dragon on the cover of one. The carpet digs into your palms and knees.

"Fuckin' hell sweets, so tight, fuck."

A flash flood of passion flows through you, expunging any discomfort at his size.

Brutal moans blossom from deep in your chest, long and drawn out, shaking in pitch from each thrust of Eddie's hips. You feel Eddie's hard member persistently hitting deep inside, hard ball of metal from his dick piercing amplifying every move. Your high hits you quickly and without warning, a lightning bolt of pleasure rocketing out of the pit of your stomach, shocking through your entire body. A tsunami of slick arousal rushing from your cunt, nearly pushing out his sizable length from sheer force.

Eddie's groans are guttural, bestial in nature. He roughly pulls you bodily towards him until your back is flush with his sweating heaving chest, pecs flexing. One hand remains digging into your hip continuing his forceful pace, other hand pulling up to your chin, holding your head firmly in place whilst he babbles filth in your ear, making your walls tremble around him.

"Fuck, calling me sir. My good girl's dirty isn't she? My good filthy girl, fuckin' soaking me. Yeah? Pretty little cunt soaking me, oh fuck-"

His thrusts flounder briefly, his climax hitting him harshly, coming deep inside you with a brutish grunt.

Both of his arms wrap around your form, sweating bodies impossibly close, panting, coming back down to earth together. Smooth lips and rough stubble press against your cheek.

You move to pull away from him and the pain in your knees hits you suddenly, buckling to the floor with a rush of air from your lungs. Laying on the floor, boneless and weak, but giggling.

"Shit you ok sweets?" Eddie hovers over your chuckling body.

"Yeah, just my knees are fucked."

"Sorry, probably should have taken you to the bedroom huh." He looks embarrassed, hand stroking the back of his neck.

Scooping you up in his strong arms he places you on the sofa. He strides off, returning with a damp cloth. Tenderly cleaning your core, he moves his attention to your knees.

"How are they now?" Eyes wandering, examining, brimming with concern. The look makes you melt.

"Apart from wicked carpet burn, fine. I think I'll live" chuckling at your own words you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you to deliver a sweet kiss. He pulls himself up to sit on the edge of the sofa and leans down over you, forehead pressed to yours.

"So, am I forgiven?" Smiling with that cocky look of his.

You pretend to think for a moment.

"I suppose. But don't do it again."

"Wouldn't dream of it pretty girl."

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It's a couple of weeks later and you're standing in the tattoo shop where Eddie works, marvelling at the artwork on the walls. You hear the incessant sound of a tattoo machine and some generic rock radio playing in the background, other artists busying themselves with their work.

"You sure about this sweet thing?"

"Yeah I'm sure," you say shyly back, nerves getting the best of you.

"Do you see anything you like? Those ones over there are mine, I've got my portfolio too if you wanna-"

"I've already got a design Eddie."

He frowns, clearly not wanting to create someone else's art on your skin. Your cheeks flush, and you pull a piece of paper out of your pocket and wordlessly hand it to him.

It's his note, the beautiful drawing of a rose almost hovering off the paper. The reason you're dating.

Eddie seems taken aback, staring at his drawing as if he were looking at it for the first time.

"Oh pretty girl, are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure. Just like that please, it's perfect." You smile at him, your own eyes betrayed your feelings, glossing over softly.

Smiling back at you, you gaze at each other for a moment.

Eddie coughs and looks away. "You want this in black and grey, or colour?"

"Hmm colour I think would be best."

"And where are we thinking?"

You point to next to your hip bone over your skirt, slightly lower. Eddie glances at the area and runs his tongue over his top lip, steel ball glinting.

"You know, that's a pretty sensitive area. Are you sure that's where you want it?"

You nod, eyes meeting his.

"Ok let's get upstairs, it's a bit more, private."

Leading you to the empty upstairs and across to his workstation, you're pleasantly surprised at how clean and tidy it is. You sit down in the big leather chair whilst Eddie sorts out the stencil and gets the inks ready.

"Ok so do you wanna just pull your skirt down a little or-"

You flip it up instead, given where you wanted it, it seems easier. Eddie's eyes are transfixed on your baby blue panties.

"Eddie..."

"Yeah, shit sorry, ok right here, yeah?" He traces a gloved finger where you pointed. You nod and he pulls the hem of your underwear slightly out of the way, kissing your hip bone.

He preps the area, lays the stencil down and turns the tattoo machine on. The noise buzzes through your jangling nerves making you tense up involuntarily. Eddie strokes your thigh, firm hand coming to rest.

"You gotta relax, my good girl, or its gonna hurt more."

You huff a laugh at the familiar phrase.

"Hmm I think you've said that before, about something else."

Eddie's eyes sparkle impishly at the memory. "Well I was right, wasn't I?"

He leans over to your face, turning the machine off for a second, and whispers, "are you gonna be a good girl for me?"

"Eddie, I- fuck, don't do that in public!"

He laughs wickedly, flicking the machine back on.

"Just stay still sweet thing, I'm starting now, 'kay?"

When the needle finally hits your flesh you're pleasantly surprised. Oh it hurts, certainly, but not as much as the buzzing made you think it would. It was more annoying than anything, a persistent scratch.

"You good sweets?"

"Yeah that's fine."

He leans over you, using his left hand to steady himself high up on your thigh. Heat is pouring off him, the grip of his fingers occasionally making you want to squirm. You're sure you're getting wetter by the second just by being in close proximity to him. There's something about him concentrating the way he was, entirely oblivious to the world and in his element, that made your heart swell.

Each word of encouragement from him, each check in was making your cunt throb, pulse in your core threatening to make you twitch under him.

"Sitting so still, doing so good for me."

"Atta girl, you taking the pain ok?"

"My sweet thing, doing such a great job."

When the outline is complete, he turns off the machine to check in yet again and you feel like you're ready to explode into a horny mist.

"Sitting so well for me pretty girl. Do you need a break?"

"No I'm good," you manage breathily. His eyebrows raise, taking in your flushed cheeks and wide glassy eyes.

'Are you enjoying this sweets?" Smirking, his eyes flit from your face to your baby blue underwear, smiling wider when he eyes the growing wet patch.

"I don't know, it's just, you're really close to, you know, there," you gesture downwards, flushing even further, "but you're not touching me and you keep praising me and-"

"Well you're taking it so well, being such a good girl for me, I've got to let you know right?" He bites his lip, flashing his teeth deviously.

"Eddie" You squirm in your seat, heat of his gaze too much to take. To your surprise, embarrassed, hot tears are starting to form in your eyes, unable to process so much praise and feeling all at once.

"Shush shush, poor sweet girl, don't cry. We've got the shading to do and then I'll reward you." He winks.

You nod dumbly, wiping tears from your eyes; a subby mess on his words alone.

Eddie gets to work on the colouring and shading, constant praises falling from his perfect lips.

You space out, endless accolades making your head fuzzy, taking you away from the perpetual pain. Little by little the background noises disappear, the radio downstairs switches off and the shop sounds empty.

You hear a disembodied voice from the vicinity of the doorway.

"Eds, I'm leaving now, lock up when you're done!"

"No worries bud!" Eddie shouts back, continuing to focus on the red of the rose.

Pain starts to mount again, relentless rasping of the needle starting to take its toll. You wince, doing your best not to tense. Eddie switches to white for the highlights and you hiss at the touch of the needle.

"Ok pretty girl, I know, nearly done I promise."

You nod, hands balled into little fists.

Finally after what seems like an age of little touch ups Eddie declares he is finished. He helps you up onto wobbly legs whilst you hold your skirt up awkwardly and waddle over to the mirror.

Gawping at your new ink, you gasp in astonishment. It's as if he'd plucked a rose at dawn, sprinkled with morning dew, and laid it carefully on your hip.

"Eddie, its perfect, it's incredible, honestly. Thank you." You can barely believe its real. Turning to Eddie you give him a kiss on his lips, soft and lingering.

"No problem pretty girl. Lay back down lemme wrap it for you."

Hopping back onto the leather chair, you lay back on your elbows, watching him cover your new tattoo with plastic wrap and surgical tape.

"Thank you again, I love it. Shall we go?"

"Oh sweet thing, you're not going anywhere."

You look at him in confusion. He takes his gloves off, hungry eyes transfixed on your heat.

"I've sat here, inches away from this pretty pussy, looking at this cute little wet patch and I can't take it anymore. I can fuckin' smell you sweetheart, it's not fair."

A flush blooms over the apples of your cheeks, thighs clenching at his filthy words.

"Scoot down for me."

You wiggle your hips until you're at the edge of the reclined seat, skirt bunching up in the process. Eddie kneels before you and peels your underwear off, carefully avoiding your new ink. He throws one of your legs over his shoulder, leaving the hip with the tattoo alone.

"Now I'm gonna be gentle and you can't move, ok? Don't want you smudging." He winks at his joke and starts pressing delicate kisses over your pussy, hot breath tickling you. His tongue pushes into your folds so slowly, running up and down with a languid place. You moan and shudder at the feeling, intensity magnified by how on edge you'd been, waiting for this for hours. Every agonisingly slow movement sent tingles to your core, warmth spreading to the tips of your toes.

High pitched mewls and whines fill the room when Eddie turns his attention to your clit, teasing it gently with his tongue stud, hard nub sending thrilling tendrils of pleasure deep inside you.

"Eddie, fuck that's so good." You whisper, eyes fluttering shut.

Eddie hums into you, continuing to make out lazily with your cunt, his own moans swallowed up by your heat.

Impossible, unimaginable feeling floods your system; it was as if every nerve was singing, blending together into a choir of pleasure. The intensity, the passion, the emotion he was conveying between your legs was pushing you to a precipice, looking down at your potential release from a dizzying height.

It was all too much. Tears fall down your soft cheeks, utterly caught up in so much feeling.

"Eddie, I can't, its, it's too much-"

Hot breath on your cunt, "it's ok, sweet thing, I've got you, let go."

He takes your clit in between his lips and kisses, and kisses, and kisses. Pressing his tongue to it one final time he suckles softly and pushes you over that edge.

Stars collide. Your release meanders through your very soul, ripping away any semblance of breath, clenching and coming with a silent cry, tears still falling. It flows, collects itself and continues, pleasure in perpetuity, leaving no part of you untouched by its warmth. The feeling finally dissipates, leaving you breathless, thoughtless.

You're not sure how long it took for you to return to yourself, but when you do Eddie's pressing the softest kisses to your cheek, lips, nose, even your eyelids. Your eyes flutter open, wet and glossy, and full of feeling for the man in front of you.

"Hey pretty girl."

"Hey baby." You smile softly.

He grins right back; its the first time you've called him a pet name.

"Stay at mine tonight?"

"I might have to, pretty sure that was the best orgasm I've ever had. I may need a wheelchair."

He laughs, cocky grin firmly in place. "I could carry you to the car if its that bad..."

"I'll manage I'm sure." You get up, wobbly as a baby deer but upright. He steadies you, strange look in his you're not used to.

"Eddie, can you pass me my underwear?"

"What underwear?" He's trying to pull a serious face but his mischievous eyes betray him.

"Eddie!" You hit him on the arm. He just laughs in response.

You huff, and smile, and squeal inside at the sheer joy of the moment.

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goblin-mask · 2 years

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Until You Smile (Venom x Fem Reader)

Anon Requested: May I request a Venom x reader story please? Like he’s trying to cheer her up by taking different blob forms and trying to look extra cute wanting to see her laugh again please?

“EDDIE... LET ME SEE HER....” Venom says within Eddie’s mind.

“I’m not sure if she wants that... She has been kind of touchy...” Eddie says with uncertainty.

Eddie and Venom can see you sitting on the couch curled up on your side. You had been upset all day. You came home yesterday from work and you seemed off, but Eddie didn’t question it and decided to make dinner for you, which you didn’t eat.

“PROBABLY BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT GOOD AT ATTRACTING A MATE IN THE FIRST PLACE.”

“Hey! Let me-” Eddie gets cut off as Venom begins to incase his body.

You hear the big thundering footsteps of Venom and the weight and creaking of the couch as he sits down.

“NIBBLES... YOU ARE LOOKING LIKE A SNACCC WITH THREE C’s” You giggle slightly before looking at him.

“I don’t want love bites right now V...” You say in a more somber tone.

“NOT NOW NIBBLES. I LOVE YOU” You see as the white part of Venoms chest turns into a heart.

“I love you too V..” You say with a small smile.

You can see as his body morphs slightly and extensions begin to grow out of his head.

“What is that?” You ask pointing to the top of his head.

“BUNNY EARS. BUT YOU LIKE IT BETTER WHEN I CALL YOU THAT RIGHT~?” He has a slight purr in the back of his throat which makes you blush.

The ears suddenly disappear into cat ears instead and he develops a nose as he leans over you. You feel him nuzzle into you as he picks you up and places you into his lap. You can’t really describe his texture. He isn’t as slimy as one might think. He continues to purr and nuzzle into you as you scratch between the makeshift ears. His whole body shivers and you giggle again.

“IS MY NIBBLES HAPPY?” He asks the the most hopeful tone he can muster.

You nod and kiss his forehead. “Yes I am very happy Venom... Thank you.” You say as you curl into him.

“Tell Eddie i’m sorry for being mean yesterday... I was just frustrated..”

“HE UNDERSTANDS AND HE LOVES YOU. WE LOVE YOU NIBBLES” Venom says as he licks your cheek.

You groan in annoyance before saying. “I love you both too.”

#venom #venom x reader #eddie brock/venom x reader #venom movie #fluff #venom fluff #eddie brock x reader #x reader #x fem reader #venom request #sad reader

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weyirn · 2 years

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This was on one of my back up accounts that got deleted but anyways- I'm too lazy to add gifs so just enjoy text lol.

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Marvel Men x Male!Reader

Marvel Preferences: They React To You Sitting On Their Lap

☆Steve doesn't know if he should be squealing or embarrassed (spoiler alert: he's both). He thinks this is over all adorable, and gladly wraps his arms around you and kisses your neck, tickling you.

❄️Bucky freezes and is kinda surprised, but he slowly ends up smiling and hesitantly hugs you from behihd. He kind of buries his face into the crook of your neck (in a shy yet loving way). He enjoys being this close to you.

💲Tony smirks and asks what's the special occasion (cheeky bastard cough). He always brings this up and the future, and teases you by patting his lap (especially in public, he'll love to show you off).

🕸Peter is really embarrassed, but he doesn't try to gently push you off (unless you're in public lol). He hugs you from behind, though it looks like he's trying to hide himself, in more of a shy way. When you would ask him if he's uncomfortable, he immediately refuses to let you leave his lap, telling you he's happy to be with you like this.

⌲Sam ruffles your hair and teases you for the most part, joking about how his lap isn't supossed to be a seat. When you'd maybe get frustrated with him, he says he's sorry (while still laughing lmao).

🐜Scott is swooning at this point, and he doesn't really know how to react (aka him literally going back and forth forth either hug you or laying back to look cool lmao). He somehow eventually falls over and ends up on top of you.

💚Bruce blushes (and kinda wants to disappear tbh but he doesn't make any effort to get you off him). He really doesn't know how to react other than to let you sit there, and teasing him well just make him cover his face in embarrassment.

⚡️Thor cuddles with you and kisses your cheek. He absolutely loves it and it feels like you're being hugged by a huge teddy bear..

🐍Loki immediately holds you in a possessive grip. May seem dramatic to you, but it keeps him a sense of being powerful, especially with how he would touch and tease you, enjoying you squirm a little as he tells you how much yourself out there to be so vulnerable.

🖤Eddie is so happy, and happily wraps his arms around you (with Venom wanting to join in, but Eddie just wants to have some peace with you without him always chiming him lol). If you do this to Venom (which is a bad idea), it's guaranteed that he won't let you go and admits he enjoys this.

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mx-pastelwriting · 3 months

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New Memories

Eddie Brock x GN! Reader x Venom

Summary: Venom only having Eddie's old memories to know what it's like to spend the night with someone, so you help them make new memories.

Warnings: Smut, First Time together, Cute Eddie, Venom Helping, Sorry if it's shit getting back into it!

Minors do not interact!

Getting out of the bathroom from a shower, you look over to Eddie, who had been working on the bed with his laptop before you went in, placing your eyes on him catching as he quickly looked back at his laptop screen. You smile, knowing he is trying to get a peek at you in a towel.

Dating only for four months while taking it slow due to his last relationship, you both never did anything, but that didn't stop you from dropping the towel. Feeling the cold air of the badly heated apartment, you went through Eddie's dresser, keeping some clothes in case of staying the night over. You slowly get dressed, wanting to tease Eddie a little.

"Ask them." A low voice whispers behind you, but it gets overpowered by Eddie's panicked whisper. "Stop it." Turning around to see Eddie swatting at Venom. "What happened?" You ask, making them both stop, but Venom sees his opportunity. "Eddie wants to-" Eddie stops Venom from saying anything further.

"It's nothing," he says, giving you a goofy smile while keeping his hand on Venom's big mouth. "ASK!" Venom shouts away from Eddie's hold, then goes back inside Eddie, leaving him to deal with his last words.

"Ask me what?" You say louder; the room went quiet, but it broke when Eddie sighed, "I know we wanted to take this slow, and I do." He pauses, trying to find the words, "Venom got too deep into my head and found stuff with Anne, and now he wants to." Pausing again making you impatient.

"Wants to what?" You say fed up. "He wants us to sleep together," he says, with his cheeks visibly starting to change color. "He wants to know what it feels like," he explains finally. "And you don't?" You ask while sitting on the bed with a raised brow.

"No, I do," he explains quickly, making you laugh. "I'm joking; I know you do; I've seen the way you look at me." You say, touching his hand moving closer.

"Then let's make new ones," you say, making Eddie perk up. "What?" He asks, but you smile. "Let's make new memories for him; I think it's been long enough." You smirk, moving to sit on his lap. "You gonna kiss me or what?" You say, smiling playfully, needing nothing more. He takes you in his arms, kisses your lips hungrily, feeling his rough hands under your shirt touching your warm skin.

Pulling your shirt up and over, giving him access to your bare chest, he lovingly kisses your chest while holding you close as if you were to disappear. As he draws kisses across your chest as his cock pokes against you, fighting against the fabric, taking pity, you grind your hips against it, earning a groan from him.

Digging your nails into his clothed shoulders as he pushes against making hold loose, making you lay back onto the bed, not following you, he towers over you while resting his hands on your hips while catching his breath. Taking in your body, he runs his hands to your bottoms, slowly pulling them off, then throwing them to the floor before kissing his way back up, loving every inch of your thighs, then using his tongue against you.

Moans bloom from you into the air as your mind quickly drowns from his mouth on you, gripping onto his shirt as your head digs into the pillow you cry, "Eddie." Working as an encouragement, his fingers find their way inside you.

Feeling as they curl inside you with another feeling following as something takes your nerves sparked them with pleasure, earning a new set of moans to sound from you as your mind mushed. Softly, you hit his hard shoulder as your body overstimulates, continuing with his fingers but parting his lips from you, moving up to your ear, kissing it softly before hushing you. "It's Venom," he whispered before pulling away.

Knowing it was Venom who invaded your body, taking over every sensitive nerve that made you a mess on Eddie's bed, you laid back, enjoying the alien's touch as you too watched through watered eyes. Eddie taking his shirt off, letting your eyes trail up his body, making your insides ache. Undoing his pants, not bothering to take them off fully, he pulls out his cock that twitched at finally being released.

Reaching out through your haze, taking his cock in your hand, feeling the hot tip as you massaged it, not stopping you, only tilling his head back moaning at your touch. His hips moved, fucking your hand as Venom dug further into your body, making your arms go weak, leaving Eddie's cock twitching in the air as you squirmed under him.

Taking your hips in his hands, he lines himself with you, then slowly fills you, taking in every inch while scratching an itch you didn't know you had. Both of your moans grew louder from the new-found pleasure. Your back arched as Eddie started his thrusts, fighting with Venom inside you to win over your insides.

Not caring for the fight, you only dig your nails into Eddie's arms while moaning out from your body being taken over. Quickly, your body ached to release from everything, but Eddie's moans only made it harder to wait for him.

Not being able to hold back, you came undone under Eddie. Watching as you came undone, his thrusts turned sloppy as he followed closely behind he cums digging himself in deep as his body threatened to collapse, holding you close as his head tilted back, struggling to call out your name.

Catching your breaths, he pulls out, leaving the warmth of your inside, to then quickly lay down next to you, kissing your cheek. He says nothing; he only looks into your tired eyes as they match his. "Again!" Venom says excitedly, but you both ignore him as your bodies try to recover from your first time together.

Sorry if it's shit. I don't know why it was so hard for me to write!

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!

#eddie brock x reader #eddie brock #venom x reader #venom #eddie brock imagine #eddie brock fluff #eddie brock fanfic #eddie brock x reader x venom #eddie brock x venom x reader

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forever-rogue · 10 months

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Hi!!! I was wondering if u could do a henderson!reader x steve harrington imagine where it’s enemies to lovers and also one bed? Where they use to be childhood bestfriends but then steve ditched her for the popular crowd and they took the kids on a vacation or something and had to share a bed? It’s angsty but also fluffy fluff fluff where they admit they’re in love with eachother!!

AN | Ooh, but this got real soft and made me feel things 🥺

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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“You’re joking,” you looked at your younger brother in desperation, wanting him to come out and say that he hadn’t mean it. But he just grinned that smug little grin you wanted to wipe off his exuberant little face, “you’re joking, right?”

“Nope.”

“Dustin!” you groaned in frustration as Steve rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “why…this doesn’t make any sense!”

“Sure it does,” he shrugged his shoulders, fully aware of what he was doing, “the rest of us are already all paired up in cabins and that just leaves the two of you. So…you’ll have to share this cabin.”

“Why can’t I share with Robin?” you flailed your arms and hit Steve in the chest, “or Nance?”

“They’re bunking together.”

“Surely they can take a third person-”

“They’re bunking together,” he repeated and you understood the implication. Damn them. You pinched your brow and shook your head.

“What about Eddie?” you offered, “why can’t I stay with Eddie?”

“I’m staying with Eddie-”

“Be a good brother and trade!”

“No can do,” he ducked out of your reach and tossed the cabin keys to Steve, “sorry! Be a good sister and make do! It’s only a week.”

“You’re the worst!” you called at his retreating back, “you’re adopted!”

“You’re the adopted one!” all you could hear was his laughter as he disappeared into the distance. You turned around and found Steve watching you intently.

“Don’t even start Harrington,” you grabbed the keys and unlocked the door before unceremoniously kicking the door open. As soon as you stepped inside of the old cabin, a sound of despair escaped your lips. No way. There was no way.

“Well,” Steve trudged in after you, tossing both of your bags onto the floor, “looks like there’s only one bed, princess.”

“Fuck me.”

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“I am not sharing a bed with you,” you vehemently shook your head as you took a step further from him. He rolled his eyes again before flopping onto the bed and letting out a long sigh of relief, “I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“You don’t even have a sleeping bag.”

“I’ll use a blanket.”

"We could share the bed. We've done it before-"

"We were stupid kids. I'll take the floor."

“It’s hardwood and it’ll be cold.”

“I’ll deal with it!” you snapped at him and he sat up, “don’t act like you suddenly care.”

A flash of hurt crossed his features for a moment before he snapped back into reality, “fine - you take the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“No.”

“Don’t be so stubborn,” he got off the bed and closed the small distance between your bodies. You were ready to make a smark retort but he was too fast, “take the bed and I will take the floor. Now stop arguing, princess, and deal with it.”

“I hate you,” you sat on the bed cross-legged as you sighed in sheer exasperation.

“The feeling’s mutual,” his back was to you so you couldn’t see his face. You wondered what his expression was because there appeared to be no venom to his tone.

This was going to be a long week.

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It turned out you were right…it was a very long couple of days. You were so busy trying to avoid Steve at all costs that it became less about having fun and camping with your friends and more about your little vendetta. And honestly? It was tiring. But you were too stubborn to admit you could have possibly been wrong. At least when it came to him.

And you thought you didn't have a heart anymore, but it turns out that it was still there. Even if just a little bit.

It happened midway through the week, after a rainy day that had turned into a cold night.

"Harrington," you didn't bother to turn on the light, knowing full well he was still awake. He didn't say anything, so you sighed lightly, "get up here."

"What?"

"Don't make this weird," you were already having second thoughts but it was too late now, "get in the bed…but stay on the other side. It's too cold and I don't want to hear you complaining about your sore back tomorrow."

"Are you-"

"Don't make me change my mind," you shuffled around when you heard him getting up and made it so your back was towards him, "just get in the bed and sleep."

He climbed into the bed on the opposite side, taking up just enough room to be acceptable but still leaving a divide. Your backs were to each other and you could hear his breathing slowly start to even out. Before either of you could fall asleep he spoke up again.

"I don't hate you, you know," his admission was so quiet you weren't even sure it was meant for you to hear. You swallowed thickly, trying to decide if you should respond, "I know you're awake."

"What do you want me to say?" You squeezed your eyes shut as you burrowed your face into the pillow, "that I don't hate you? That I forgive you? Because that would be a lie."

"Maybe if I knew why you suddenly decided to hate me, I could have apologized-"

"Don't act like you don't know!" You were blinking back tears fighting the urge to roll over and glare at him.

"I'm not acting," he sat up and ran a hand through his messy hair, only giving you a cursory little glance, "what did I do? Why have you hated me for the last five years?"

"Are you serious?” this time you did roll around and glared at him, huffing heavily. He gave a no duh kind of look and you narrowed your eyes at him, “we were best friends. You said we would always be best friends…forever. But then one day you just left me behind and never looked back. I couldn’t even manage to get you alone to talk or anything. You were always with your new popular friends.”

“Oh,” he mused thoughtfully, a deep frown tugging down the corners of his mouth, “that’s what…all this time?”

“Steve,” you sighed lightly but the fact that you actually used his first name for a change was not lost on him, “your friends were assholes. They were rude to me - everyone except their little clique. It seemed like as soon as you started hanging out with them no one else mattered. You didn’t even try and defend me when they picked on me.”

“They were rude to you?” every word from your mouth made his heart break a little more. If he could go back now, he’d do everything differently. He’d been so lost and alone during those years, it was just recently that he started feeling like himself again.

“Yeah,” you swallowed thickly, “but that doesn’t matter now, does it? I guess it just…I thought we’d always be friends, like we’d always said. But it seemed so easy for you to just forget about me.”

“Because whenever you weren’t around your little friends were assholes to me,” you huffed in frustration, “at least when you were around they ignored me. That was better than the alternative.”

“I never forgot about you,” he whispered. But really, it was just too little too late, “I thought…you hated me. At first, I kept trying to get you to hang out with us, but you never even looked at me.”

A heavy silence fell over the two of you for a while, so thick you could have it easily cut through it with even the dullest of knives.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered softly, breaking the silence and causing you to startle.

“It doesn’t matter,” you closed your eyes and tried to make yourself comfortable again, hoping to be able to get some sleep, “what’s done is done. Let’s just get some sleep.”

From the tattered silence next to you, you could tell there was more that he wanted to say. You just weren’t sure if you wanted to listen. You wanted to keep hating him - it was easier than admitting that deep down you were still in love with him.

Yeah. That realization hurt.

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The next couple of days passed in relative peace, which came as a shocker to everyone. They all regarded the two of you cautiously, like they were worried that somehow they would cause everything to break. Meanwhile you and Steve decided to ignore it and pretend that nothing was wrong or different. It was easier than finishing the conversation that lingered between you.

It was the night before you were all set to leave that something changed again. You were packing up your things, more or less pretending that Steve didn’t exist when you heard him sit on the bed with a sigh.

“Can we talk?” you turned around and looked at him in surprise. Your instinct was to argue with him, but instead you offered him a curt nod and sat down next to him. You could see him swallow thickly, “listen, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. Truly. For everything that’s happened and…and not sticking to our promise.”

“Okay,” you nodded, and while part of you wanted to continue to stay mad, but you were also tired of the fight, “thank you.”

“I never stopped…” his voice dropped off and you raised an eyebrow gently nudging his leg with yours so he would go on. It was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. But then he dropped the biggest shocker of all, “I never stopped loving you.”

“Oh,” you recoiled in surprise and he grimaced. Your heart was almost beating out of your chest in surprise, “oh. Well, I-I guess deep down I still love you too. We spent most of our lives together so…”

“Not like that,” he shook his head and angled his body towards yours, “not like that.”

“Like…oh.”

“Yeah,” his pretty face was flushed pink as you opened and closed your mouth a few times, unsure of exactly what you wanted to say, “I’m sorry…I probably shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean to make things worse, but also kind of just needed to get that out there..”

“Steve…” you closed your eyes, wondering how you could possibly convey what you were feeling with words. There were a lot of things going around all at once, “are you sorry for the feelings or telling me?”

“Telling you,” he almost choked on the words and you nodded in understanding, “I can finish packing and then see if I can crash with Eddie and Dustin.”

You reached for his hand and stopped him from walking away, gently shaking your head. He looked confused but you stood up and took a step closer to him, “don’t go.”

“Sweetheart-”

“I’m not going to pretend that this solves everything,” you whispered, “we still have a lot of fighting to do, and fighting with people you love is worth it, fighting for the right thing.”

“Oh,” this time it was his turn to be dumbfounded, “what do you-”

You took his face in your hands and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips, effectively silencing both of you. When you pulled back, the two of you exchanged small, shy smiles.

“I never stopped either,” you promised, “just so you know.”

“Yeah?” his pretty face lit up and you couldn’t help but mirror the enthusiasm back to him.

“Yeah,” you were positive you’d never been more sure, “but we’ll still talk about it right? I don’t want to just sweep everything under the rug.”

“We will,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “we’ll fight and figure it all out.”

“Perfect.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #joe keery #st

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yanderemommabean · 1 year

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How about venom? Darling just came home after a hard month of studying hard (finals in her last year of college) and needs a destressor, so she calls her Eddie and venom who offer to give her a massage and praise for working so hard the last month of her schooling?

"Just like that-" you moan into the bedding, feeling Eddies fingers work out your tense muscles as he sits on your back and makes you feel like jello. Finals kicked your ass completely, but in the end you passed and that's all that mattered when you opened the message. You called Eddie about it, and now you're happily celebrating at his place as he gets you relaxed and like mush in your brain. Your sighs seem to have awakened something in the two massaging your very atoms, as Venoms slender tendrils could be felt sliding up and down your hips and dipping into the hem of your pants, teasing the top of your pelvis as Eddie rocks back and fourth a bit. "Can't wait any longer" his deep voice growls, making your breath leave in a gasp as Eddie leans to whisper in your ear, allowing the creature to slither into your pants and slide them down just enough to allow them to slip into your underwear. "W-wait! Guys, seriously-" You start to protest, shuddering out a wet moan when fingers come to pinch your nipples, rubbing them as Eddie kisses up your neck and shushes you gently. "Can't wait, sweetheart. Me and Venom are just so hungry for you"

Oh god, that shouldn't make you tremble. That sounded so deep, feral, deadly even. Those lips felt like fire as they possessively kissed your skin, teeth nipping and sinking into you as Venom became impatient and shucked the rest of your pants and underwear off. "Perfect meal" the beast growls, sounding almost prideful as its large tongue comes to lick up the back of your thighs, drenching them in his drool as the tip teased your hole, a squeal of shock leaving your lips. Your brain can hardly focus, tentacles holding your thighs still as Eddie continues to tease your nipples, leaving deep bites up your neck as your shirt becomes ripped and tugged off. Seems impatience runs in both of them. Your breath becomes more intense, venoms tongue slowly entering you and undulating at an eager, truly hungry pace, his tentacles coming into play as they both laugh in what can only be called triumph. "Don't be so rude now, it's a gift for doing so well. You wouldn't want to hurt our feelings now would you?" Eddie asks in a fevered voice, watching as Venoms tongue disappears inside of you. "God, you're taking him so good baby. I bet you sound so good when you cum, bet you whimpers sound like a fuckin symphony" he grunts, stroking himself as you only prove his point, moans and wrecked pleas leaving your throat as that wide, slick tongue flicks and plunges inside of your walls, feeling them spasm as they take the assault venom was desperate to give you. Slurping, growling, forcing your hips up to rock back on the beasts face as he indulges himself. You tasted so divine. The way your walls squeezed and tugged on his tongue as he ate you out was all the proof he needed to keep going, taking you apart like you deserved. Working so hard, becoming needlessly stressed, you earned this treat and then some. Eddie was definitely enjoying the show, having turned you on your back to sit in his lap so he can toy with your chest, your body writhing as the two erase any remaining stress you had about the finals you had taken. Venom suckles and growls against your pelvis as his tongue fucks into you obscenely, drool landing and forming a rather wet patch on the bed as it covers your ass, only making you feel all the more dirty and turned on. This isn't what you had in mind, but fuck, you don't want it to stop. You press up into that sweet mouth while crying out their names, lips quivering as your back arches and goes taut, hips going still as Venom continues to feast.

You sob out a breath, trying to suck in any air you could as your orgasm wrecks your body completely. You can't think, cant breathe, you can only feel that monstrous tongue and listen to Eddie's filthy praise as your body is given no chance to recover, forced into overstimulation as you melt into the bed, having no energy to fight what these two so eagerly wanted to give you.

"There we go, just like that. Doing so good for us. You can take more can't you? You handled those tests like a champ, I'm sure you cumming a few more times isn't at all an issue".

-Mommabean ((I hope you enjoyed! ))

#yandere smut #yandere lemons #yandere dub con #yandere venom #poly yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere male #mommabean

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cosmolog · 1 year

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Suprise!

(The Moon Boys X Female Venom!Reader)

What happens when your little Symbiote companion meets your boyfriend?

You're Eddie's sister in this and you're also dating Moonknight. Enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of smut but it's not that bad.

Chess was an easy game to play, if you knew how to play it. Y/n had been going head to head with Steven, but both sides kept cheating.

Either Marc and Jake would help Steven pick his next move or Venom, who was surprisingly good at chess would control Y/n's body and pick her move for her without even letting her think about it.

"Okay, stop cheating" Y/n laughed at Steven, who kept glancing over at the mirror every few minutes, most likely to look at Marc and Jake for help.

Steven quickly turned away from the mirror. "I'm not... they're just..um arguing and it's making me lose my train of thought" He lied.

Y/n gave him a look as he glanced at the mirror again, trying to not make it obvious. Meanwhile Marc and Jake gave Steven an offended look.

"We only have disagreements when it comes to who gets to kick your ass first" Jake narrowed his eyes.

"We're just trying to help. You asked us to" Marc said, annoyed.

Steven looked at Y/n, who was smirking while looking down at the chess board. He saw a subtle hint of her nodding at something, her grin spreading wider.

"Tell him if he loses he has to buy us chocolate" Venom said.

"Let's make this more interesting..." Y/n started, gaining all the men's attention. There was a mischievous glint in her eyes when she spoke. "You win, I buy you whatever you want. I win, you have to buy me my chocolates. How does that sound, Steven?"

"Sounds like a deal. Though, I'll let you know now that you're not gonna win" Steven chuckled. "You have no queen" He said smugly.

"Well maybe I don't need a queen..." Y/n moved her knight, taking out Steven's queen while also putting him in check.

"Checkmate. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide" Y/n laughed at his shocked face.

Steven looked at the mirror pointedly. "You said that move would win the game!"

"Well I didn't know her move existed!" Marc argued back.

Y/n continued to laugh. "I flippin' won! Woohoo! Loser!" She jokingly pointed at Steven, then at the mirror. "Double Losers! I get chocolate now, yes!"

"Yes! I love chocolate!" Venom celebrated with her.

"We did it!" Y/n smiled.

"Wait a second...'we'?" Steven shot out of his chair.

"Have you been cheating too?" He asked.

Y/n paused, realising her mistake. She still hadn't told the boys about the little alien living inside her. In all honesty, she was scared of how they would react. She was hoping to keep it a secret but Venom was sick of hiding.

"Suprise!" He yelled, his head bobbing out of Y/n's shoulder. Y/n's eyes went wide, not knowing he was now out in the open.

Steven proceeded to scream. "Ahhh! Y/n! There's a bloody second head attached to you! What the hell!?"

Next thing he knew, he was on the other side of the mirror and Jake had taken over.

His dark suit had formed over his clothes, leaving only his head uncovered. "What is that thing?" He asked defensively. Y/n had turned her other shoulder to face Jake, as a way of shielding Venom from him.

"Thing!? I am not a thing! I am a being! I have feelings!" Venom growled and moved to her other shoulder to get closer to Jake but Y/n quickly backed up so that Venom wouldn't bite Jake's head off.

"He didn't mean it. He's just confused" Y/n defended Jake's poor choice of words. "Jake, put the suit away. He won't hurt you" She said calmly.

Jake glanced at her then back at Venom.

"Take off the outfit" Venom sneered.

Jake glared at him before the suit slowly disappeared and Jake was left in his normal clothes that Steven had picked out for the day.

"So when did this happen?" Jake asked Y/n, now choosing to ignore the creature on her shoulder.

Y/n glanced at Venom then at the chess pieces. "A few years ago. I broke into a lab with my brother in order to take down this shitty company who were illegally testing on vulnerable people. They brought Aliens called 'Symbiotes' back to Earth. They need hosts to survive and humans are the highest being on the food chain so who better to live in than the person who's trying to escape the same burning building as you. Venom attached to me and luckily I was a perfect match for a host, otherwise, he probably would've stayed inside my body until I died"

"Sounds like this whole thing was forced onto you" Jake muttered.

"You're just jealous that I was inside her way before you" Venom grinned.

"Oi!" Y/n interjected, looking at Venom who was sniggering.

Jake rolled his eyes. "At least what she did with me was consensual. She didn't exactly have a choice with you"

"That's because without her I would have died. It was a life or death scenario. I need Y/n to live. I don't need you though. But...since Y/n clearly does, judging by all the weird little pictures floating around in her head, I owe her, so you and your other two buddies over there can stay"

"You can see them?" Y/n asked, not knowing if he could or not.

"Of course I can see them. They're in plain sight" Venom answered, looking directly over at Steven and Marc.

The two men were a little creeped out, Steven taking a slight step back as he counted how many teeth Venom had, wondering how many people he had killed or worse, how many he had eaten...

"Yes, be scared" Venom laughed at Steven who's scared face turned into a look of annoyance.

"Can you go back to being unknown, please?" Steven said.

That shut Venom up. If he could make an offended face, he would.

Y/n patted Venom's cheek reassuringly. "Jeez, I look after way too many boys, don't I?" She chuckled. "Marc, Steven, Jake, Venom, Khonshu. Who's bloody next?" She rhetorically asked.

"No one" All of them answered, making her pause and sense the large amount of jealousy in the room.

"I mean...Please don't get another one" Steven added.

Y/n laughed. "Venom and Khonshu aren't dating me. And with you three, basically it's just one...body?" She didn't know how to word it.

"Let's all just stop talking about this" Marc said before looking at Jake. "We're good"

Jake nodded before Marc took control. Marc stood there for a second in silence before moving past Y/n towards the door. "I'll get you those chocolates"

"Wait a second, Marc" Y/n followed him and resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Ugh, I don't want to see this..." Venom went back inside while Y/n smiled at Marc.

"I'm sorry you all had to find out this way...I should've told you sooner" Y/n apologised.

Marc looked over at the mirror before giving Y/n a kiss on her cheek. "It's alright. At least now we're even, in some way. You got a parasite and I got two men living inside my head"

"Excuse me!? Parasite!?" Venom came back out and glared at Marc who glared back.

While Y/n shook her head at him, silently telling him to not go there, Marc added. "Yes...Parasite"

Venom knew he couldn't do any harm to the man but in that moment, if it had been anyone else, he would have ripped them apart. But since it was Y/n's boyfriend, he couldn't go near him.

"Just go and get the chocolate, you lunatic" Venom growled before going back inside.

Marc smirked at Y/n who rolled her eyes. "Is this the new kind of bickering I'm gonna have to put up with?" She asked, a smile on her face.

"You guessed it" Marc chuckled before saying goodbye and going out to get chocolate.

"How much do you want to bet he's only getting one bar of chocolate for the two of us?" Venom asked.

"That won't be a problem because you're not getting any" Y/n replied.

"WHAT?" Venom yelled in shock.

"You heard me" She said.

"WHYY??" He whined like a child.

"They weren't supposed to find out like that. I had a whole scene set up in my head and now that's in the bin because you just randomly decide to burst out and scare the boys!" Y/n said, mad at the Symbiote.

"Well, it's not my fault you took so long thinking up that scene instead of just doing it!" Venom argued back.

Y/n sighed. Venom was gonna be the death of her. "Fine...you get three squares and that's it" She decided.

"Three is enough. I want it for dessert when we go out and eat people because you don't want to fill me up with chocolate. That's fine with me, I've been craving human flesh for a while now. And your liver is starting to look delicious" Venom tried to scare her into giving him more chocolates.

She rolled her eyes. "Eat my liver and you'll be living in a glass jar for the rest of your alien life" She shot back.

Venom paused and gave her a look of defeat. "I just want more chocolates. Pleassseee" Venom went back to whining.

"Fine, four squares and that's it! We're having steak tonight anyway" Y/n said, shutting up the alien.

"Ooh, I like steak. Steak sounds delicious. It's like your liver...but better" Venom drooled.

Y/n smiled. "I knew you'd like it. I told Marc to get an extra one so we'll be full tonight. No need to go out eating criminals"

"Can we go for a run though? I feel so full of energy" Venom suggested.

"Yes, we can. Let me get changed and then we'll go" She said, heading for the bedroom area in Marc's apartment.

Well...that first meeting could've gone a lot worse... Y/n was just glad they got through it with everyone still breathing.

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Broken Glass

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Eddie Brock x reader platonic, Venom x reader platonic

Request: Hi! Requesting a fluff/comfort fic with eddie Brock/venom (if you write for them) with a reader who has an emotional attachment to a small milk pouring porcelain/China dish thats smaller than their palm and when he knocks into their arm they break it and he comforts them? I broke something like this today and had a total meltdown so I really want comfort to this exact scenario if possible! /nf. Preferably fem reader or nb with soft features, if not that's completely fine! Love your writing, A.S

Request by: @angelic-simp

*not my gif*

Summary: Chaos always ensues when Eddie and Venom are around

A/N: I wanted to make this better but I really hope you enjoy anyway!!

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You hummed an unknown tune softly, taking a towel and gently rubbing it against the delicate surface of the porcelain to rid it of the water droplets that sat upon it from you just washing it.

The small milk pouring porcelain was arguably the most precious thing you owned. It was your first ever purchase when you were young and saw it in a store window. You had saved every penny you earned from household chores so that you could buy the beautiful dish, and it had been with you ever since because of how well you had taken care of it.

The tune continued to play across your lips as you moved about the kitchen in a slow sway to the self-made music, completely unaware of the disaster heading your way.

Eddie and Venom were fighting. Again. It seemed to be a never ending cycle with the two of them. One would say something particularly awful and then would have to apologize eventually after a lot of fighting.

There were also the smaller fights though- such as the one they were currently stuck in- where there was just a back and forth of endless, but petty, bickering over nothing.

“I do not want pizza tonight!” Venom's deep voice boomed, to which Eddie glared at the head.

“What the hell does it matter?” He hissed back, throwing his arms out to the side, “You just stuff the food into your mouth without even tasting it, anyway!”

The aliens' eyes narrowed, “That doesn’t mean I’m in the mood for it.”

A scoff escaped from Eddie’s lips as he turned on his heels and made his way to the kitchen, both of them completely unaware of the other presence in the room.

With a grunt of displeasure, Venom conjured up a hand and used it to push Eddie in the back and send him stumbling. Right. Into. You.

Your shriek was the first thing they heard, followed by the crash and shatter of your dish, causing both of them to freeze.

You dropped to your knees, frantically picking up the broken pieces as if it could save what had been broken in the fall.

“No, no, no,” Your words came out muffled and in between tears that had begun to slip out of your eyes and cascade down your face.

“Oh shit,” The horrored words left Venoms mouth only a second before he disappeared, apparently deciding that Eddie could be the one to deal with the situation.

“Oh shit,” Eddie echoed, quickly falling to the ground beside you, trying to pick up some of the thousand pieces, “Shit, shit, shit.” He turned to face you with wide eyes, “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.”

You didn’t even have the strength to answer as another sob racked through your body and you cradled a couple parts of your beloved porcelain to your chest before standing up and rushing off.

Venom's head slowly appeared once you were out of sight, and Eddie turned a harsh glare to him, “Look what you did to her.” He hissed dangerously, and this time, the alien didn’t even have a comeback.

-•-

A couple hours later, you had finally run out of tears, so you sat on the couch, staring at the blank television screen with puffy eyes and a red face.

You had done so well keeping it intact for so long, only to have it ruined by two of the people you cared about most in the world.

Deep down, you knew that they hadn’t meant to do it, but you couldn’t help the slight resentment you felt for the two of them for what they did.

Even at the sound of shuffling feet across the floor, you didn’t look away from the screen, knowing exactly who it was.

“Hey,” Eddie called hesitantly, earning a scowl in return from you, “Look, I’m- we both- are really sorry.” His voice was slightly begging, “We know how much it meant to you, but Venom has something for you.”

That drew your attention, so you slowly turned your head to where Venom had taken Eddie’s place, kicking his large feet back and forth in front of the couch and he pulled something out from behind his back, holding it ever so delicately in his monstrous hands.

A small gasp escaped from your lips and you flew from your seat, peering down at the object he held.

There, very badly glued back together, was your milk pouring china dish.

Though it wasn’t just like it was before, it was still something, and you couldn’t help the wave of appreciation that overcame you in that moment.

Without a thought, you threw your arms around Venoms neck and pulled him into a hug, sniffling slightly and not even noticing the way he stumbled a little to make sure the dish didn’t go crashing against the ground once more.

“Thank you,” You whispered for both him and Eddie to hear, knowing that neither of them could have done it without the other.

And though you were still angry, there was a sense of happiness inside of you that you couldn’t ignore, knowing that they had cared enough to even try to put it back together.

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webslingingslasher · 2 years

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Requesting for tasm! Peter Parker.

Reader is daughter of Eddie Brock btw. (Just an extra detail)

Anyway I was wondering if you could write something where the reader and Peter were childhood friends and ended up losing their v/cards to each other before the reader had to move away to live with her dad (her parents separated)

Reader comes back and Peter finds out this and that she also has a four year old kid. (Who is his)

So his reaction to this and her being back.

I was like hmm i dunno what to write for this one but then i started and couldn't stop. what was supposed to be a short blurb became 5k. i switched it up a little bit but I think I hit all the points you asked for.

disclaimer: this is my first tasm! peter fic, i have never wrote smut, i try and tiptoe around it but this is a lil smutty, also i haven't seen venom yet (it is on my list) so i tried to be as subtle about him as i could.

its got angst, fluff, family stuff and smut.

“Fuck, I missed this.”

Peter groaned into your mouth. His spit covered your lower lip, the passionate forceful kisses were sloppy, mouths moving and teeth clicking with the occasional tongue meeting before fleeting to a new spot.

He pulled away to catch his breath and kissed down your neck. The sloppy marks felt cool against the air where the spit dried.

“Fuck, I missed you.”

Peter grabbed a handful of hair at the back of your neck and pulled down so he had more access to your neck and collarbone. “Can’t wait to fuck you.” He easily tossed you down into the bed, he pulled at his belt with one solid motion taking it off in one go.

“Gonna make you miss what you had and left.”

He got on top of you and leaned down to kiss you again. He knew he was rushing this but he was scared if he stopped touching you, stopped talking to you, you would disappear again. He hadn’t seen or spoken to you in 4 years. He wanted to ask why you cut him out of your life.

You both had been best friends for as long as he could remember. Your parents were divorced, staying with mom almost full time and seeing dad every once in a while, mostly on summer breaks. You grew closer through the years and closest in high school. In high school things took a turn, not for the worst. Definitely not for Peter, but maybe for you. Is that why you stopped talking to him?

He wasn’t sure how it happened. He was at his desk looking over a new camera he picked up at a thrift store just chatting about it. You had told him once before that you loved his voice, that you just wanted to hear him talk to you. It could be about the weather, or a new skateboard trick or it could be him explaining a camera’s moving parts.

He was telling you about the model. “Look, so you see this switch here? You would think it's just a light to see when it’s on or when the flash is on right?” He looked at you nod. “Right, but it’s actually a shutter release! I haven’t seen one of these in a minute, it’s cool right?”

“Right.”

You stared at him. You looked him over. You weren't sure when it happened but Peter started to look good to you. His jawline looks sharper than before, it looked smooth and you wanted to face it with your fingertips. His hair pulled down into his face more, you wanted to smooth it back. You’ve run your fingers through it before, but you wanted to grab it, pull it, grip it. You knew he was tall but lately the more you look up at him and inspect his jawline, you want to pull him to you and watch his smirk when he tells you about some guy he caught on patrol, or maybe it was school, you weren’t listening to him much these days. Using the excuse of conversation as a way to watch him move around, his mouth moves in a way that he half grins at the end of each sentence. His arms move around in such a gait he talks with his whole body, his laugh lights you up from the inside.

Even now, he sits at his desk, cork board on the wall in front of him, you can see pictures of the both of you throughout the years. One you were both dressed in ‘adult clothes’ as you both called it at the time. It was a picture taken at the 6th grade send off end of the year school dance, you both had silently agreed you were each other's dates. You remember laying your head on his chest and feeling the outside noise stop. That was the first time you said he felt like home.

He’s still blabbing about the camera. You can’t think of anything else other than how fucking bad you want to kiss him. You want his words to break and bend at the meeting of yours, you want to feel his chapped lips, you want to blend his lips into yours.

So, you stand. You walk over to him and sit on his lap. You’re straddling him with your legs barely touching the ground. He looks at you wide-eyed. This was new territory, you guys were physical with each other, sure but it was the normal hug here and there and maybe a kiss on the cheek when one was down.

But this? Your core pressing into his waistline, the way you grinded on top of him, scooting closer to his face. This was new. You pulled down at his neck, the second he was in kissing distance you kissed him.

You pressed yourself tight to him, the camera in his hands dropped to the desk. He grabbed your waist and tightened his hold. He was holding you into himself. You begged his bottom lip to open, begging for more action, the heat you felt building in your body the past year melted into his mouth. Both of you were pulling back for a breath but never stopping, never asking why or what, both of you needed a rest before you kissed down his neck. You might have stopped there but when you hit that spot right below his ear it was finalized right then.

He moaned and breathed out a “fuck” right into your ear, instantly sending chills throughout your body. You clenched and rested on top of his zipper. You looked him in the eyes and rolled your hips, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his head falling back, his Adam's apple left out in the open, you pressed a kiss to it.

You ground harder, his jeans stiffening. You could’ve stopped there. But, you pulled back, you looked at him, any signs of discomfort would end this. He kept looking at your mouth, eyes silently pleading to have them back. You lent back on his knees and lifted your shirt over your head, his eyes immediately shot to your chest.

One second Peter was talking about a camera shutter and the next you were on his lap making out, grinding onto his hard dick and exposing your pink bra to him. He was a little whiplashed from it all. He realized not one word had been shared so far, he opened his mouth to speak but your hips pressed harder into his and this time you were the one who shrunk into him, a groan breaking through the air. You did it again, and again. Now both of you were leaning into it, both of you were pushing hips to meet in the middle.

You knew right then you were going to fuck him.

Peter looked at your chest again, he watched your breasts move with your quick breaths, your nipples hardened through the fabric of your bra, the subtle jiggle with each hard grind. He looked at your face to see you watching him, it was the sublest nod but he saw it and his hand went behind your back. He took a breath, this was it, he was about to see his best friends tits, and he was going to fuck her.

In one motion the bra fell down your shoulders and you flew it behind you. His hands immediately cupped them, he felt your nipples between his fingers, he pulled a hand away to pinch at one, the sigh that fell out of your mouth left him wanting to keep playing with you. The sounds of gratification made him strain harder in his pants. You grabbed his hair, a fistfull, you pulled it to your chest pushing his mouth onto your boob, his mouth working quick to suck. You held your hand in his hair, making him stay in place as you grinded with the motion of his sucks and pulls.

One hand on a nipple the other guiding your thrusts with your hip, you cried out.

“Peter, Peter,” He tried to pull back but you locked him in place.

“Peter!” You whined out the name, his hand pulling you as fast as you could follow his pace.

“You’re gonna make me cum!” You shouted the words. He raised his hips more, he was fully meeting your middle. You stutter and still for a moment, every muscle in your core pulsing, begging for more. You lose your grip on Peter’s head, he pulls back and sees your blissed out expression. Still panting, but your eyes were heavy lidded, cheeks lit up in a ruby hue.

“I didn’t get to see you cum.” He whispered the words and moved hair behind your ear.

You pressed into him and felt he was still just as hard and stood up, you looked at the bed in the corner of the room. You looked between him and the bed.

“I’ll let you watch this time.”

He nodded. What was understood didn’t need to be explained.

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It wasn’t talked about.

You both would act like you were going to hang out like normal except instead of just watching movies you would ride him with a movie playing in the background. Instead of Peter walking you through the skateboarding newbie set up for the 900th time you would hug him from behind and just ask him to kiss you instead.

Right before the school year ended, before this ended, you were hooking up. This time wasn’t like the others. The first time was hot and rushed, the others were slower, they were almost romantic. They made you feel closer than ever. But this time, this was different. Peter was treating you like his girlfriend, he was being dirty.

“Gonna fuck you like no one else could.”

“Want you to scream my name. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

“Be good for me.”

“C’mon pet, don’t be shy now. Look at me.”

He stilled and looked at his camera on the bedside table, you whined and tried to push your hips to sink him back into you. He shushed you, “you can be patient.”

He lent over your head thrusting into you with such force you grabbed his shoulder and groaned, your legs opening wider, one hooking around his waist. He grabbed his camera from the side of you and turned it on, he pointed it at you. Dick drunk, your body flushed, hips red from his grip, your forehead glistened and purple marks carried from your collarbone to your tits.

He continued to trust in and out, watching your body move with the weight of his pushing you.

He watched your expression and waited for the perfect moment. He almost pulled all the way out, and paused for just a moment before slamming into you with such force your mouth dropped open and the flash went off.

“Look how good you were taking me.” He showed you the photo afterwards.

You were pressed into his side, your chest stuck to his with the stick of your sweat.

“I look like a slut.” His head shot to the side to look at you.

“What?”

“I look like a slut.”

His brow furrowed. “No you don’t.”

You nodded, “Your slut.”

“You’re my slut?”

“I want to be.”

“Give me a kiss, slut.”

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Peter remembers this vividly, he knows you did too.

Imagine his surprise when not even 2 months after that you told him that would be going to live with your dad in California and go to college there. He was confused more than anything, this was a total 180 from your plans. He knew that you were going to go to Columbia, or NYC university or somewhere here, so when you told him you would be leaving in a week and didn’t know if you would see him again his world felt like it was falling apart.

Somewhere along the way he went from loving you to being in love with you and he felt like you did too but when you moved away and days turned into weeks and months to years with no contact he felt left behind and forgotten.

When you knocked on his door 4 years later he closed his eyes and opened them again, he couldn’t believe it was you. You looked like yourself but older, not much had changed but everything.

“I need your help.”

He moved aside to let you in. You were having trouble looking him in the face.

“I didn’t know if you still lived here.”

“I’m right where you left me.”

He watched you try to explain that, when the silence went on too long he realized that’s not why you were here. He sighed. This was painful, the girl he spent his whole childhood with, first girl he loved and had sex with had no other reason to be here right now other than to get his help, or as he would expect she didn’t need Peter’s help. She needed Spider-Man’s.

“What can he help you with?”

You looked at him confused, “Who?”

“Spider-Man. I know you’re not here for me.”

You looked guilty.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just show up, I wasn’t sure if you still had my number.” You cleared your throat and watched his blank reaction.

It’s my dad, Peter.” You paused and shook out your hands.

“My dad needs your help.”

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You had Peter pull your jeans off, it was a hot quick moment.

After Peter had helped you figure out exactly what was wrong with your dad and before you could go back out there to help him with what came after Peter had kissed you at your mom’s house.

Your mom still lived at the same place. You still came to visit her but not Peter, your mom iced him out too. He assumed you told her what happened and she was disappointed in him.

The second he kissed you, it threw you back to high school and all the emotions that came with it. You allowed yourself this one moment before things had to go back to the way they were. He couldn’t know. You wouldn’t let him.

One quick fuck later you were in the kitchen with him making some tea. You still knew the way he drinks it.

“Why did you stop talking to me?” Peter asked the question but quickly added to it.

“What happened to us?”

You knew he deserved an answer, an explanation. You both fell in love and then you dipped and disappeared. You knew it had to hurt because it hurt you too.

“I’m sorry. A lot happened, I know I have to tell you one day but I don’t know if I can right now. Just know that I left because I didn’t want to ruin you. Ruin what you had.”

“You ruined what we had!” He stood, his eyes piercing you with pain.

You were playing this circle around the problem game and he wasn't putting up with it. He wasnt a dumb kid in love anymore. He was an angry 23 year old adult.

“I know! I just couldn’t do that to you! I just couldn’t do it to you.” You looked down, your eyes became watery.

“Do what?” He exasperated.

“Mommy?”

He turned his head and looked at a boy behind him. A child. A toddler. A kid.

His eyes went from the kid to you and back and forth. The boy was staring him down.

‘Mommy’ he thought, ‘Mommy’ She’s a mommy. This is her son. She has a son. This is why she left. She left for a kid. Her kid. She was a mommy.

“Mommy?” He repeated.

You cleared your throat. You smiled at your son.

“Yes, baby?”

He pointed a thumb to Peter, “Who’s that?”

“An old close friend.”

The small child turned to look at Peter, really look at him. He sized him up, he noticed he had a freckle on his arm just like him. He turned to his mom, “Mom look! He has the same arm dot as me! Look!” The boy pointed to the spot on Peter before lifting his arm to his mom, “See!”

You laughed at him, “Yes, baby. I see.”

“Mom, you said daddy was an old close friend.”

He shuffled closer to Peter.

“Is this my daddy?”

Peter stayed silent. He did the math. He had to be.

“Babe, can you go draw my friend a picture? He loves Spider-Man just like you.”

The child’s eyes widened. He turned to look at Peter, “He’s so cool! I love his webs, thwip!” He shot out his hand like the webslinger.

“I’m going to draw you a Spider-Man picture!” He ran away with another ‘Thwip’ sound and ran back around the corner. He tugged at Peter’s arm. “Don’t go anywhere daddy, okay?”

When he was gone he stared at you.

“Mommy.” He was monotone. He was emotionless.

“Daddy.” You nodded at him.

He blew a breath and slapped his hands on his thighs. He wanted to scream at you. He wanted to berate you, he wanted to know how you could be so selfish, so heartless to get pregnant with his child and run away so he wouldn’t know. He wanted to run out of the house because your mom, the one who was almost as much a mom to him as May, knew about this and let it happen.

He felt shit on from every side.

“This is fucked up.” Peter shot the words at you.

“I know.”

“You’re fucked up.”

You nodded.

“What the fuck, Y/N?” He ran his hand through his hair, he bent over to rub at his eyes and slow his thoughts down. He wasn’t the angry type but he was pissed.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You stayed silent. You deserved this much. You knew it would happen.

“Fucking talk to me!”

You jumped at the noise, this is the first time Peter’s yelled at you. He slammed his hand on the countertop.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you. It’s so fucked up and its on me.”

He snorted at that line.

“I was a kid Peter! So were you. You had more than I had. You have so much to live up to, you’re a hero, and you’re smart and you have the best future ahead of you. I knew my future the second I read that test. It wasn’t a good one, and I couldn’t drag you down with me.”

“That’s my kid.” He pronounced every line.

“You had no right to hide that from me.”

“I know! I know and once he was born I wanted to tell you. I’ve wanted to tell you. I just didn’t know how and the years went by and I was in too deep. What was I supposed to do? Just call you up like ‘Hi Peter, I know we haven’t spoken in a year but we have a kid, wanna meet him?’”

“Yes!.” He nodded his head. He couldn’t believe how stupid you were.

“I’m sorry I didn’t do that. I didn’t want you to feel forced to be in his life.”

“I wanted to be in your life! You started this! You kissed me, you slept with me! You made me fall in love with you and then you run away and have my kid in private?” Peter was exasperated.

“I wanted to be with you too. I didn’t want you to feel like it was a pregnancy trap.” You were allowing him to berate you, it was the least you could do.

“I missed 4 years of his life, Y/N. Am I supposed to walk in now? Do I become a long distance dad like you had growing up? Do I forget he exists?” Peter started to cry. You frowned and stepped towards him, he stepped back. You broke his trust.

“I don’t-” He closed his eyes.

“I don’t want to be here right now.” He opened his eyes and looked at your face. You looked sad.

“I don’t want to be around you right now.”

Peter turned to leave when a little body ran into his legs.

“Hi! Look, I made this for you.” He handed over the page with red and blue skribbles. There were black lines around so he made the educated guess they were buildings. He knelt down to the kid's height.

“Thanks buddy. I love it!” He wanted to hug him, he wanted to ask his favorite color, and show, and game, and what his bedtime was, what his favorite dinner was, if he was like mom more because she liked waffles or more like dad because he liked french toast. He wanted to take a picture of him, something to remember this moment. The first time he met his son.

He settled, “It was nice to meet you little dude.”

He stood towards you. “I’ll see you.”

“Bye Daddy!”

His heart hurt as the door shut on them.

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Three days later there was a small knock on the door. It was more like taps, at first Peter wasn’t sure if it was someone or just a branch. He heard the tapping continue and opened the door. He looked around but saw no one, just as he was about to close the door a small voice spoke up.

“Hi mister.”

His head shot down to the ground. His son was standing in front of him with a backpack and a teddy bear. “Mommy says we have to hang out.”

He should have seen this coming, you had been trying to contact him since the night he met his son. Peter was trying his best to ignore you, he just wasn’t sure what he would do yet.

Peter let him inside and watched as the small boy pushed his backpack on the kitchen chair and handed Peter his teddy bear. “He needs to be safe. You hold him.”

“Mommy said to read the note in my backpack. Can I have juice?”

Peter walked to unzip the backpack, a change of clothes and a few toys were inside. He pulled out the note and turned to the boy.

“What kind?” He walked to the fridge and opened it.

“We have apple, orange juice and -”

His son cut him off, “Orange. Apple is gross.”

Peter smiled, “I think so too. Your mom likes apple juice.”

“Yeah, she always said I'm like daddy when I want orange.”

Peter sat the boy down and let him swing his legs on the chair while he sipped on juice and a few cookies Peter had stashed. He set his bear down on the seat next to him, the stuffed toy also getting a glass of juice and a cookie. He unfolded the letter and started to read.

Peter-

I’m sorry to spring Theodore on you when you weren’t ready. You deserve to know him and he deserves to know you. I cannot explain how let down I am at myself for not telling you about him and letting you miss his first years, I can never give that back to you. But, I can give you his future years. He’s a cool kid, he reminds me a lot of you. You can talk to him about anything. He loves chatting, really just a big babbler. Remind you of anyone? It's unfair but one night with him will let you know how the future is. He doesn’t know you’re dad yet. If you don’t want him to know it’s okay.

-Y/N

“Tell me about yourself Theo.”

The boy smiled wide. “That’s my name!”

“Is it?”

“Not all of it, but yeah.”

“What’s your name?”

“Theodore Aiden Parker.”

Peter choked some. You didn’t totally erase him from his son’s life.

“I love that name.”

Peter felt caught up in the past 4 years in one night. He had been run all around the house, went shopping for snacks and dinner, and picked up waffles as well as ingredients for french toast. Dad won the juice competition, he wanted to win the breakfast one too. His son said that he didn’t need naps anymore because he was a big boy, Peter told him that even big boys need naps.

(His son asked if he needed naps too and Peter agreed instantly.)

Theo had asked about Peter too, what he did, how old he was, if he was in school too, if he had any kids, which was a hard one to answer, he landed on “not any that I knew of until recently” and his son said “what?”

After dinner, which had been Theodore's favorite, hamburger helper. He forced his mom to buy it because of the ‘happy hand man’ and then decided it was his favorite so he needed it every week now. He got Theo to brush his teeth and change into his pajamas which were Spider-Man themed, Peter decided to match and put on his own themed pajama pants. Peter pulled a book from his son’s backpack and read it to him, just as he was finished and Theo could hardly keep his eyes open he asked Peter the question he hadn’t all day.

“Are you my daddy?”

Peter looked the boy in his eyes, he wasn’t sure how we would do this but he couldn’t not know him after knowing him.

“Yes I am. I’m sorry I wasn’t there before now.”

His son shrugged and got on his knees to get face to face with his dad.

“It’s okay daddy. You’re here now.” He pressed a kiss to his dad’s cheek.

“Goodnight daddy.”

Peter stood to shut off his light, he would be sleeping on the couch tonight.

“Goodnight Theo.”

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Peter let you in the door around eight in the morning.

“How was he?”

You watched Peter pan around the kitchen making both waffles and french toast, he gave you a look and you had to laugh.

“You dealt with that alone for 4 years?” He whisked a bowl.

“Now I know why they say moms are superheroes. Fuck, Spider-Man couldn’t do that.”

“That bad?” You raised your eyebrows at him.

“Daddy!” You heard your son yell from the other room searching him out.

“Whaty?” Peter called back.

“Daddy?”

“In the kitchen bub!”

You bit your lip to stop the smile from taking over your face.

Peter looked at you with squinted eyes, “Oh you love this don't you?”

You bit your lip harder, “Mhm.”

“Mommy’s here!” You bent down for a hug but he passed you by to hug his dad’s legs.

“Dad,” He tapped at Peter’s thigh, “Mom’s here.”

“I see!” He bent down and wrapped a hand around the boy and scooped him up.

“Do you want to help with breakfast?”

His son shrieked and hit his arms and yelled at him to put him down. “Carter! Where’s Carter?!”

When he set him down he went running to you, “Mom, I can’t find Carter. Tell daddy to find him!”

Peter looked at your face, “Peter,” Your son yelled out, “No! Daddy!”

You looked at him and started again, “Daddy, do you know where Carter is? He’s Theo’s teddy.”

“Hey bub, let’s go check the bed. I tucked him in with you last night, remember?” Peter dusted the flour off his hands on the sides of his shirt, and followed his son to his room. They searched through the blankets and found Carter still sleeping. Peter carried Carter to the table and set him a spot with the rest of them.

Peter and Theo finished breakfast with you watching and chatting along with the boys. You and Peter still had a lot to talk about but right now, the way you all flowed felt natural.

There was no forcing any of these pieces, Theo took to Peter like a son to father, you and Peter bounced off each other with talking to Theo and helping the other out when it came to entertaining the small child.

If you allowed yourself you would imagine you were a true family, one where you never left and Peter watched Theo grow up and you lived in this house with him and you woke up every morning with him by your side.

You wanted that life, but you were too scared to allow yourself to have it. Would Peter take you back? Could you start this again? What would this mean for your dad, or your job, or your son. You watched Peter pour everyone a cup of juice, orange for himself, Theo and Carter and apple for you. Your heart thumped at the give in to Theo’s fantasy with his teddy bear, he was playing dad. He jumped in the role automatically, as if he was here the whole time.

You watched Peter pile waffles on your plate, french toast on his, and one each on Theo’s plate. He even made a plate with a little of everything else on the table for the stuffed bear. “Just as good as I remember, dad.” You poured extra syrup on the remaining bit and stuffed a piece of bacon in your mouth.

“Thanks, mom. I’m glad you like it.” He smiled at you and looked at the boy about to have a bite of his waffle, “I missed it actually. I missed it a lot.” You looked sad, he knew he held some resentment he wasn’t sure would ever go away but he knew how remorseful you were.

“I missed it too.” Peter kept his eyes locked on yours when their son between them spoke up after sharing a look with his bear.

“Missed what?” He shook his head and took a bite of his french toast and hummed.

“Carter likes french toast more than waffles mom.” He stuffed another bite into his mouth.

“That’s okay. I’ll forgive him.”

Peter finally asked his son, “What one do you like better? French toast or waffles?”

He watched his son look between both parents. Then looked at Carter who actually liked mom more but loved dad's breakfast better and felt safer in his arms so Carter said he needed both of them.

He smiled at Mom and Dad.

“Both.”

#peter parker blurb #peter parker smut #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker angst #peter parker drabble #tasm!peter imagine #tasm smut #peter parker #tasm spiderman #tasm!peter angst #tasm!peter parker #my writing

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neonskullboyz · 2 years

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Thinkin’ about a Steve who just doesn’t understand why Billy and Eddie are friends. Steve and Billy have finally established something like friendship, but right as Steve is finally itching for Billy’s attention, affection, anything - Billy starts spending more time with Munson.

Billy’s not giving up the goods, and Steve is starting to think that he looks as pathetic as he feels, vying for Billy’s attention. Maybe Billy finally understands, or at least takes pity on Steve after Steve makes a nasty remark to/about Eddie. Billy always liked King Steve, but Steve’s put the crown to rest, so the venom is really out of left field.

Somehow, Steve finds himself in Eddie’s trailer. He probably went to apologize, but Billy shows up for some weed. Eddie is a forgiving person and offers Steve some shrooms as a token of peace. Steve isn’t a psychedelics kind of guy, which prompts Eddie to be like, “Then you have to enjoy them here. The big guy and I will watch over you.”

Eddie fails to inform Steve that shrooms are more than an hallucinogen, they take a person’s emotional dial and crank it up to a hundred.

Fast forward to Steve being extremely emotional over the amount of mugs in the trailer and disappearing to Eddie’s room to try and sleep it off. It’s a small place, so even blitzed as they are, Eddie and Billy exchange looks of wonder at King Steve crumbling into a puddle. They give him a few minutes before following into Eddie’s room, where Steve’s crying and whining about how Billy doesn’t love him, just led him on and then left him out to dry. How, if Eddie just liked sports, he’d have the whole school eating out of his hands and is far more King material than Steve has ever felt.

The metal heads realize they have a steaming pile of a bisexual crisis on the bed and Eddie chimes, “How’d you guys do in geometry?”

Steve only buries himself under a pillow and Billy squints at him like, What the hell are you talking about?

“Well a three-way takes some expertise in angles.”

“Does that look ready for his first time with dick, to you?”

Eddie sighs as he climbs over Steve to take the side of the bed against the wall. “You can be the light he sees after a bad trip, or you get hit the road. Sounds like that’s what he’s used to already.”

That gets some possessiveness out of Billy, and they both sandwich Steve on the bed, like bowling alley bumpers while his body finishes the trip.

It’s like waking up from a dream. A terrible dream that has Steve’s body feeling like he was in a car accident. Crying is hard work, but Billy’s lips are soft. Eddie’s hair is softer, and he smiles when Steve blurts as much.

“All mine, sweetheart. No crunchy curls here.”

“Hey,” Billy growls, but he can’t be mad with the way Steve shivers.

#harringroveson #ficlet #metal sandwich #neonskullboyz

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rose-riot-johnson · 3 months

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(Nsfw 94 tas Spidervenom) it’s just Eddie and Peter coming to terms about their “unfriendly violent” situation and ends up with them having an intercourses (btw Peter never had an experience with a man but has the thoughts about it,Eddie has it thanks to symby) and basically Peter “disappeared” for a whole weekend

I definitely will see what I can write with this request you sent me😁👍I definitely got occupied, so once I stopped getting occupied with what was going on during the weekend, I did complete the other request (which was unexpected) and I'm working on this request right now😁👍It may take me a while to complete this😅 I will see how it turns out😃👍

🕷️☣️Let's Set Aside Our Differences For Atleast This Weekend☣️🕷️((Peter Parker (aka Spiderman) x Eddie Brock (aka, Venom)(Both Adults))

Genres: Enemies To Lovers and Smut (Warning +18⚠️: Language, Anal Intercourse (Anal Penitration), Oral (both recieving), and anal fingering)

One Friday night, while Peter Parker (Spiderman) was patrolling the city to see if there's any crime going on, he ended up having to battle Eddie Brock (Venom) (who started the fight against Peter, due to the symbiont inside Eddie obviously) and the battle very unfriendly, violent, and definitely brutal. Unfortunately, when Peter thought he had the upper hand, Eddie somehow knocked him out. While it may seem like it was on purpose, on Eddie's part, it was never his intention to knock Peter out the way he did.

Throughout the years of his rivalry with Peter, it has always appeared that he despised Peter, however truth be told, Eddie always had a crush on Peter, which is why Eddie was always antagonisting Peter. As for Peter, he did have feelings for Eddie, however he repressed those feelings he had for him, because of every horrible thing he has done to Peter and the fact he is a hero and Eddie who is Venom is his enemy at the very least. Venom then said, "C'mon Eddie! We got what we came for! Take your boyfriend Peter to your place and have fun with him!". Eddie was shocked about to hear those words come out of Venom's mouth, as he replied, "He's not my boyfriend! I thought we just got over this! You fucking around with me like this, is probably the only issue with having the symbiont, I guess... So, can you please shut up about Peter already, for God sake, Venom!". "Yeah, yeah... That's what they all say, Eddie... Don't deny that you have your sexual urges to the point you want to do things with Peter... Tie Peter up and take him home for this weekend... It's the right thing to do, Eddie...".

Eddie used a rope to tie Peter's wrists together. Before Eddie finished tying Peter's ankles together, Peter was no longer unconscious. Peter's heart was racing as he was starting to fear, if Eddie was finally going to end Peter's life. He just doesn't know Eddie's true intentions for tying Peter's ankles together and his wrists together.

Once Eddie notices Peter came back to his consciousness he said, "Oh... You're finally awake, Peter... I decided I'm going to bring you to my place for the weekend...". Peter spat, "What the hell for?! Haven't been trying to kill me this whole fucken, time?! We're sworn enemies, damn it! I can't be spending any time at your fucken, place!". While Eddie tried to keep his cool, he replied, "If a villain can visit a hero's home or a vigilante's home just to frighten them if memories or some fucken shit, I can certainly damn well take you to my fucken place, so we can be intimate together, honey...". Peter angrily replied back, "Fuck off! Don't call me honey, fuck head?! I'm not falling for your tricks, you bastard! Have you forgotten we're sworn enemies?!".

Eddie started to get fed up with Peter, as Eddie yelled, "Can you fucken, set aside our fucken differences for atleast one fucken weekend?! I may appear damn well hateful towards you, however the fucken, truth is that I've been in fucken, in love with you for a damn long time! And don't you dare fucken lie and say that you never had any fucken feelings for me, because I have known for a long time that you damn well are in love with me, too! And I don't give a fuck, if you fucken like it or not, Peter! You're spending this whole fucken weekend with me and we're gonna make out after we get inside of my home!", before picking up Peter, as Eddie carries Peter on his shoulders. On the way home the both of them have been really cursing at eachother (More Peter cursing at Eddie). After Eddie carried Peter inside his place, Eddie took Peter to his room and tossed him on his bed, as he said, "Since I took you to my place, we will have some fucken intimate time together!", ripping Peter's Spiderman suit off of Peter, before Eddie started to notice Peter's hard dick.

The next thing Eddie did was teasingly touched his balls, then slightly played with Peter's cock, as Eddie teased, "So, this is what you're hiding from me... Don't worry, Peter... I'm going to take good care of you...", before Eddie immediately started to suck on his cock, as he had Peter's cock in his throat right after he started to suck on his cock, as he notices that Peter's getting his enjoyment out of Eddie overstimulating him, as Peter moaned, "Fuck, Eddie... It's too much... Why must you torture me this way...". Eddie stopped sucking on his cock, took his cock out, as he then replied, "Too much, huh... I guess I will feed you my cock then...", as he started to shove his cock inside Peter's throat. While Eddie continue to keep shoving his dick down Peter's throat, Venom then said to Eddie, "That's it, Eddie! Don't resist your urges! Just take your urges out on Peter! Good boy!", as the symbiont inside Eddie is also taking over him.

Once Eddie finishes shoving his cock down Peter's throat, Eddie and Peter locked lips together. After they both finished kissing eachother, Eddie then said, "I can tell you're inexperienced with sex, so let me teach you, Peter...", before he turns Peter over, to see that his hole looks tight. Eddie then prepped Peter up, as Eddie drooled on his own fingers before he used the fingers he drooled on, to play with the outside of his asshole, then fingered the inside of his hole, as well.

Once Eddie finishes prepping Peter, Eddie inserts his cock inside Peter's hole and started thrusting himself inside Peter's hole. A few minutes went by, as Peter's moans came out of his mouth as he enjoyed his first time, while Eddie also has been groaning due to his enjoyment out of fucking Peter.

After Eddie emptied himself inside Peter, he took his cock out of Peter's hole, as he letted him lay down and rest, while Eddie unties Peter. After he finishes untying Peter, Eddie then cooed, "Did you enjoy our time this weekend so far, Peter?", as he pets Peter's head. Peter then replied, "Ofcourse I did, Eddie... You were right about me, about what you said and this whole situation... Seriously... I'm glad you tied me up and took me to your place for this weekend... If you didn't tie me up and take me over to your place for any intimate time, who knows when we would have a beginning of our relationship together...". "I'm glad I did too, Peter... And I hope we will have more adventures in the bedroom like this...", Eddie replied back before kissing Peter on his forehead, as Eddie then began to snuggle with Peter for probably the rest of their weekend together.

🕷️☣️The End☣️🕷️

Okay my Tumblr Peeps, I hope you enjoyed this "spidervenom" fanfic☣️🕷️😃👍As for you @zoeloveconvers99 I hope you enjoyed it and the fanfic went well😁👍I really tried being creative with the fanfic and I do promise the enemies to lovers genre is a last minute thing I worked on for this fanfic😅

#rose riot writings #rose riot johnson #fanfic written by rose riot johnson #request answered by rose riot johnson #rose riot answers #spidervenom #spidervenom smut #peter x eddie #petet parker x eddie brock

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hungrynessforfics · 15 days

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Miles Morales WIPs!

So after the poll, most of y'all wanted me to post what I had so far so here it is! I plan to start one of these fics soon and post the first part. Please let me know what y'all think( let's keep it positive/ constructive criticism only please)

Earth1610 Miles

Cheater!Miles x Reader/yn

Miles Meets reader who just recently moved to NYC and takes immediate interest in her, despite his already-established relationship with Gwen. Reader/yn does eventually find out and confront him,

Reader/yn is black-coded!

College/Aged up Miles and Gwen for obvious reasons

Appears made by Hobbie

Angst, Fluff, and Smut(if i can summon up the courage)

Multi-part fic(maybe 6 pts?)

Excerpts:

EI:

Y/n sighed, looking down at the glossy hardwood floor beneath her, one hand on her hip and the other reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose. Her eyebrows furrowed in irritation, the breaths she took almost silent like a faint hissing sound and Miles could tell by her mannerisms it was an attempt to calm herself from lashing out at him. After an agonizing minute or so Y/n removed the hand on her face bringing it down to match the position of the other placed. Now with both hands on her hips, she finally looked up at the handsome yet irritating man before her to speak.

“ Listen, Miles if you want to continue whatever this is…” she says flicking her index between the two of them, “...you need to figure out what you want out of the relationship you already got going on. Cause’ I ain’t NOBODY’S side piece, understand?” Her voice slightly raised in volume emphasizing the last part, before returning to her previous tone. “So until you do… don’t call me, text me, and I BET NOT catch yo ass climbing up my fire escape.”

EII:

“ Whatchu mean, how’d I know? Besides the obvious signs, almost every time you spent the night I’d wake up the next morning—and I wake up early, I’m talking 5:30 in the morning, you’d be gone. So I figured you either had to sneak back to ol’ girl at home OR yo ass is Spiderman, because nobody is roaming around Brooklyn at 3 in the morning besides that nigga.”

Miles x Venom!Reader

Miles still has lingering feelings for Gwen but after her betrayal he’s been distant. And after returning to his spider-verse he’s assigned to show the new late-term Vision’s student around. What he didn’t expect was for them to be his dream girl except for one tiny flaw…she’s Venom’s new host who’s been making criminals ‘disappear’ across Brooklyn.

Reader/yn again black coded

Anti-hero not necessarily a villain

Cute yn and Venom dynamic

Quick Eddie Brock cameo(he dies lol)

Mama Rio and Papa Jeff rooting for yall

Gwen of course

Miles and Reader do find out each other are Spiderman and Venom

Fluff and Angst

Excerpts:

EI:

(Miles POV)

I probably shouldn’t even be attempting to talk to anyone right now after the whole thing with Gwen, but I can’t help it this is all too familiar. New girl at Visions, I gotta show them around, we get cool and I catch feelings and—I find out she’s Spiderwoman from another universe great: not great. I barely even know the girl and I’m over here freaking out like a moron! I need to get my shit together quickly before she walks this way! Just chill out Miles calm ya nerves and just try and holla at her real quick; hopefully, this won’t be as painful and awkward as my first interaction with Gwen.

Earth42 Miles

Miles x Venom!Reader

Is different from the 1610 Miles version

After becoming Prowler with the help of his Uncle Aaron, Miles finds himself excessively tired and distracted, especially with the appearance of a new Visions student and a mysterious entity making the villains he keeps tabs on disappear.

Excerpts:

EI:

Miles Morales, most students at Visions knew who he was and few had seen him. Probably because he skipped classes too far in between due to his late-night activities and when he did show up for class he dimmed his presence to avoid being noticed. Granted he only really spoke to Ganke and rarely paid attention to the rest of the school’s population even the girls who threw themselves at him. However, it was easy to notice new transfer students at Visions, they stuck out like a sore thumb. Even for Miles, he’d see them once and just like everyone else continue ignoring them for the remainder of the school year. But this time, he physically wanted to slap himself on the forehead. The new girl has been sitting next to him for months and he’s not once noticed her, either she’s good at being quiet or his Prowler duties have fried his brain.

EII:

“Take a picture; it'll last longer”, a feminine voice suggested; it was the end of the school day and everyone was rushing home. A new figure had caught Miles' eyes across the hall as he shoved his textbooks into his locker and he’d been staring at it ever since. The figure was the new girl Ganke had hinted at earlier during lunch who definitely felt someone staring at them. Catching Miles in the act she first tried giving a small smile, then waving ‘hi’, and eventually, two minutes had passed and dude was still staring! Having no explanation for the seemingly rude staring, they walked straight through the crowded hall to Miles who now finds himself in a dilemma.

Whipping his head to the source of the voice, Miles’ looked down at the attractive girl before him. “ I-uhh was I staring?”.

Seemingly annoyed the girl’s eyebrow lifted as she cocked her head braids swaying to the side. “You got a staring problem or somethin’?”,

“No, I jus-..look I’m sorry for staring, I haven’t seen you around before.”

“I haven’t seen much of you around either, granted I’m new or whatever but you don’t see me gawking at every passerby!” she replied one hand perched on her hip.

“Is this how you NYC niggas act ‘round here? 'Cause if so I need to know now.”

Miles stifled a small laugh, he didn’t even mean to laugh it just happened.

Staring in disbelief the girl in front of him was about to raise her index at him until he spoke again.

“Chill mami, I didn’t mean to offend you or nothing, what you said was funny I’m not gonna lie. Putting out his hand to shake he continued, “I’m Miles Morales, sorry for staring earlier and—laughing at you just now.”

Surprised by his sudden change in demeanor(and sultry accent) the girl before him flushed and nodded before coming back to her senses and shaking his hand in return.

“(Y/n)(L/n)....wait— you’re my missing lab partner from Chem 2! Where the fuck have you been?”

#earth 1610 miles morales x black! reader #earth 42 miles morales x black!reader #miles morales x black reader #miles morales x reader

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anisecandy · 9 months

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So, eh... The economy, am I right?

Summary: Peter isn't sure how to ask his partners to move in with him.

Rating: G

Words count: 3k

Genre: Domestic Fluff

Parings: Peter Parker/Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote

Author's note: Mindless domestic bliss. Enjoy.

(link to the work on ao3)

Peter wakes up to the feeling of warmth, relaxation and horrid stickiness of drying sweat on his back and sides. Which is weird, since he clearly remembers washing himself before going to sleep. Then he hears a content purr, realizes the presence of muscular arms hugging his waist and the mystery solves itself on its own.

“Eddie…” he mumbles, channeling into it all the frustration he can muster this early in the day. “For the- thousandth time, either shower after jogging, or stay away from the bed once you’re back.”

He gets no reply, so he turns to face the menace currently ignoring his hygienic needs for the sake of prolonging morning cuddles. Eddie just grins at him and Peter hates how much he wants to kiss those absurdly blue eyes and this awful, awful arrogant smile.

Instead, he pushes Eddie off the mattress and hears him hit the floor with an offended groan.

“How typical of you, to restore to violence,” the blonde grumbles, as he climbs back up and Peter gets out of the sheets.

“How typical of you, to smell rancid,” he says, because it’s 7 am and expecting him to come up with witty and intellectually stimulating ripostes just wouldn’t be fair.

When he disappears in the bathroom, the pans are already clanging in the kitchen, no doubt picked about by the Symbiote reaching straight from the bedroom to start the preparations for the breakfast. He hopes Eddie will make some eggs benedicts. After some initial cooking disasters, he’s been getting pretty amazing at achieving what was essentially perfection in the form of neat little egg-pillows filled with runny goodness. His stomach grumbles just at the very thought of them.

But once Peter finishes freshening himself up, the whole flat smells of cinnamon and vanilla. Or at least, that’s how it feels for his enhanced senses. By the table he’s greeted with the sight of a platte tightly stuffed with french toasts and a little bowl of raspberries.

“Did we have those…?” he questions, crossing the room to put the coffee pot on and a cup of water into the microwave, for Eddie’s tea. He’s been meaning to buy an electric kettle for a month now, but it just keeps on slipping his mind.

Reaching for the time can with the tea, he pauses to dwell for a moment on that "we" he used without thinking. Eddie and the Symbiote don't live here. They don't have a shared pantry or grocery lists.

"We've bought them after visiting the gym," they reply casually, setting the plates for both of them.

Right. In theory they don't, in practice they do. They might not even have a toothbrush here, but nowadays the only times when they don't wake up in Peter's bed, are the ones when he wakes up in theirs. Peter doesn't remember when was the last time he had to make breakfast for himself. A month ago? Two? Eddie is way better at cooking, so most of the time he is redelegated to dishes duties. It is obvious, it is the routine and as such, trying to do anything about it feels awkward and out of place.

Because what is the point of asking them to move in, if they basically already sneaked their way into the status of the residents?

Peter finishes making the beverages and sits down after handing Eddie his tea - black and strong, with three sugars. In exchange he gets a peck on the cheek and a rumbling "thank you". They've been together for too long for this to make his heart skip, but it's still so nice. While they eat, the Symbiote comes out for a bit, to tie itself around Peter's hand and that's nice too, just as is occasionally rubbing and poking his legs against Eddie's, until he huffs and glares at him, but completely melts when seeing Peter's smile. It's nice, it's all so nice and the more he thinks about it, the less he knows what to do with himself.

The breakfast goes on quietly, since Peter is caught up in his thoughts, Eddie in his newspaper and the Symbiote doesn't speak unless it's an absolute necessity. The silence stretches like a cat, lazily and comfortably. It's only when Peter collects the dishes and pours soap on the sponge that it's broken.

"You didn't mention you were fighting Tumbler yesterday," Eddie calls out to him over the paper.

"It's not a big deal."

"You know we worry."

Peter sighs, scrubbing the pan out of the oil. It was just a small squabble, given that the criminal was still sore since their last encounter and as such completely slipped his mind.

"Jealous, because I'm kicking other villains' butts now...? Come on Eddie, it's time to move on."

"We just wish you'd inform us when the A and B-listers are involved," Eddie rolled his eyes.

"Oh please, Tumbler is barely an F-lister," he scoffed.

"Yes, but Hobgoblin isn’t and he might come knocking when he hears you've put one of his goons into jail again. We'd just like to know in advance when we might lose an afternoon to playing a damsel in distress."

Strangely enough, that did happen once. But they both agreed that Kraven was always a somewhat kooky fellow and Eddie basically agreed to being the bait out of the sheer appreciation of the hilarity this particular scheme of his jump-started.

"Just say you want to chip me with a tracker," Peter quips, drying the cutlery.

"We might have brought that up to dr Steven once or twice," Eddie says with a sparkle in his eyes and as always Peter isn't sure if he's joking or not. On one hand, it does sound like a joke. On the other, with his track record regarding stalking, Peter wouldn't put it past him.

They have no plan for the day and spend the rest of the morning in the living room. Despite how cramped and shabby it feels when Peter's on his own, it's nothing but cozy once he stretches himself all over their lap, in the position that is the most comfortable (to him) and annoying (to Eddie). That results in Eddie first crooking an eyebrow at him and then using his legs as a mini table for his, that is - Peter's - laptop. He snatches it whenever he has some article to finish but doesn't want to go home yet, and Peter stopped being bothered by it long ago. Plus, the cutouts of the gossip papers and Daily Bugle libeling Spider-man he sets as his wallpaper every time he does so are usually too funny to get mad over. Since Peter for the most part doesn't even need a computer when he's marking his students' tests, which he decides to do at the moment, each of them can focus on their own work. (Although what the Symbiote claims to be “researching human culture” is in fact just watching reruns of some twenty years old sitcoms on the TV.) Eddie puts on some slow song by Sinatra and Peter drifts off, carried by the soft tune.

He checks his students' answers on auto-pilot, which he luckily can afford to do this time since a larger portion of the test were closed-ended questions. His thoughts wander from topic to topic. Still, they keep on circling back to the matter of their, well, living situation.

It has been on his mind for a while now, although he wouldn't be able to tell for how long while. A month? A few? Long enough that he had time to change his decision on what he should do at least fifty times. He doesn't know if Eddie and his Other would want to move in with him. What he does know though, is that he would have to hurry up and ask them before they would have the chance to do so, because if they asked him to move in he knows he would say yes. And he can't afford to do that, because their tiny flat is somehow even worse than his. Which he isn't sure if they are aware of or not.

The problem is that he has no idea how to go about this, the “asking” part, that is. He feels like it should be something special. After all, it would mean, sort of, solidifying their relationship, right? Taking it to... A new level? If they took the initiative, he is certain that they would make it special. With a big dinner date or- a- stargazing picnic or something. They are good with this kind of romantic gestures. Peter on the other hand, isn't. Romantic gestures done by him mean saving his significant others from the grabs of murderous lunatics or proposing after three months of dating. Most murderous lunatics steer clear of Venom. And they have been together for a few years already. Plus, for once in his life Peter isn't sure if he's ready to propose? Sure, usually he would pop the question before he would see leaves change with his partner twice, but this is a special case-

He flinches slightly, roused from his meditations by a gentle pat on his knee.

"Sheesh, are this year's sophomores really this bad?" Eddie asks, confusing him.

"What?"

"You're making a face as if you were dealt a class of intellectually stunted troglodytes."

Peter blinks, before finally understanding what Eddie was getting at and shakes his head.

"Naah, it's just-" he pauses, but since the muse of romance and emotional intelligence doesn't decide to strike him with inspiration in the next five to ten seconds, in the end he just shrugs. "...Eh, you know what... Yeah, they're awful. Just thinking about it keeps me awake at night."

The sigh he ends this speech with must have made it sound somewhat credible, because Eddie gives him a sympathetic look. Unsurprisingly, perhaps, given that it has been the only part he hasn't had to act. He really feels tired and somewhat at loss.

"Maybe you're just bad with kids," Eddie prompts, but it's hardly a serious tease with how he follows it by pecking his forehead.

That makes him feel a bit bad about lying, especially since the Symbiote reaches to tie itself around his shoulders in an encouraging manner, and he internally apologizes to the students whose good names he's been slandering.

"Maybe I am..." He sighs again and the tendrils near his face blend together to form a little tongue that leaves a wet streak along his cheek.

Eddie puts the laptop on the table and instead pulls Peter in their lap.

"I doubt it, honey," he says, softly now and while it's such a mundane thing to be in their embrace, Peter's heart nearly folds in half. "Give yourself some credits. Look, this one for example... They have, what? A 'B+'? That's pretty good-"

Before he can finish, Peter pushes himself upward and captures their lips, still tasting of cinnamon and butter. It's sweet, in both the figurative and literal sense and he finds himself getting lost in how simple it is, at last, how good and how natural it is. He feels them sigh into his lips and then smile against them. They kiss, and Peter’s thoughts smooth out, resting like hounds calming down by the fire. They kiss, and he’s certain everything will work out in the end, because after all they’ve been through they deserve this kind of mundane, everyday hopes. The little faith of buying a kettle to share between two. The little miracle in the form of another hand to hold through the breakfast. They kiss, and they kiss, and they kiss, until he falls on the couch, pulling Eddie on top of himself.

But once his fingers brush on the edge of Eddie's shirt with the intention of slipping under it, the material flows away and clings to the skin. He has no time to react to this, as the very next second he feels a massive bubble of goo swell between them, separating their torsos. It sprouts a bunch of tentacles that promptly drag Eddie away and seat him on the opposite side of the couch. Peter watches this in bafflement, before exploding into laughter. Eddie easily joins him, causing one of the tentacles to turn into a tiny dismayed face, glaring daggers at them.

"No, no, I know love, I'm sorry we interrupted your show," Eddie chuckles, petting the huffing head. "Please don't mind us."

"Seriously? I'm losing to the reruns of Friends too?" Peter tries to appear offended, but his lips stretch into a smile, indifferent to his efforts. Big Bang Theory I could kinda get, but Friends? Really?"

The Symbiote seems to want to sink back into Eddie, but before it has the chance to do so, he puts an arm around its biomass, stroking it affectionately. It settles in his embrace and its big hollow eyes narrow into thin crescents. Soon, Peter absentmindedly joins him as well, playing with the tendrils, lazily sweeping the air like grass in the breeze.

"What can we say? It likes the relationship drama," Eddie shrugs, leaning against him and resting a cheek on the top of his head. "Plus it's the one series you can't complain about on the grounds of realism."

Humming thoughtfully Peter squints up at the other man.

"Wait, is this why we don't watch medical dramas together anymore?"

The Symbiote swipes a tongue at him, which feels meaningful enough that he decides to interpret it as "yes". He blows a raspberry in the response.

"I don't complain that much."

"Sure you don't."

Despite having previously prepared a detailed lecture on the gross misrepresentation of the usage of defibrillators, Peter rolls his eyes. Still, as he picks up the rest of the tests he has yet to mark, he can’t stop himself from making one more remark, glancing at the screen.

“...The fact they have such big square footage with this kind of income is unrealistic though.”

While the way Eddie dramatically throws his arms into the air is something he expected, the exasperation with which the Other collapses over their laps is a bit upsetting. He crosses his arms.

“What? There’s no way they are paying their rent on time. Or like, at all.” He crooks a brow and eyes the show doubtfully. “Thirty years ago to own an apartment this big you’d have to be like- I don’t know, a family of surgeons? And now? For any of those guys to be able to pay due, they’d have to be splitting it between seven, heck, ten people?”

Eddie ostentatiously shakes his head.

“Ah, those scientific mind types… Am I right, darling?” Then, he ruffles Peter’s hair into a bird nest.

“Hey!”

Peter’s shout is nothing but encouragement for more noogies.

“Relax, A. J. Ayer, not everything has to operate on the perfect rules of logic,” Eddie says, finally letting him go.

“I’m just saying that the real estate market is a nightmare,” Peter mumbles, hugging himself into a tight pillar of indignation.

Apparently though his body language isn’t explicit enough, because when Eddie settles back on the couch, he still puts an arm over his shoulders.

“It’s a sitcom, Pete,” he reminds him, reaching for his laptop. “Although we’re not gonna lie and say you’re wrong if we’re talking about objective reality. How anybody’s supposed to keep a roof over their head in this economy is a mystery beyond the scoop of our understanding.”

“Tell me about it,” Peter says, scrunching his nose. “Two thirds of my salary for this dump. And the landlord hasn’t done anything about the faulty boiler in years. I mean, imagine.”

The mood goes sour for a moment and he feels the Symbiote crawling up to form a blanket over their torsos. He sighs and buries the lower part of his face into it.

“Not the best time for the single income households, we’ve got to say,” Eddie agrees distractedly, already returning to his article.

Those words make Peter stiffen. He clenches his fingers before stretching them and wringing them around. While he does so, his mind returns to the topic he's been worrying for the better portion of the morning. What he says next is almost automatic, really. After all, he was never a „thinking before speaking” kind of guy.

“Yeah, right now it's much better to have a roommate... or two.”

He only registers what he's saying when Eddie shoots him a quick glance.

“...Yeah, we suppose so,” they reply, sounding hundred percent casual and Peter catches himself freezing because of the implications.

This would be a bad moment, and a bad way of putting his idea forward. He doesn't even have flowers to go along with the proposal and he didn't even wash his teeth yet, since he sat down to work as soon as they finished eating. So he knows he should just tiptoe around and away from this for now and bring the matter of living together once he'll prepare some sort of romantic date. But let's be fair... Impulse control isn't his strongest suit.

„You know... I was thinking, if we'd move the book stands together and push the table to the left, I think a weight-set would fit over there, no?”

The Symbiote enveloping his body grows hard and stiff for a second and Eddie’s fingers stop above the keyboard. Then, he turns to face him, eyes a bit narrowed, searching. Another second. Two. Their lips tug up, revealing just the tips of fangs.

“Sure,” they say.

And that’s it. By the end of the week the weight set does find its way into the corner of (not-anymore-just)Peter’s studio apartment. After one week more Eddie, the Symbiote and their scarce belongings are fully moved in. There’s no proper fancy dinner to celebrate that because that’s not really something they can’t afford. Instead, they eat takeout Chinese on the top of Central Park Tower. And the city panorama, prettier than any view a restaurant could provide? It’s nice. It’s nothing special. Peter has seen it over a million times already, soaring through the New York City night. It’s mundane, the same way sunsets and sunrises are mundane. Mundane, like the smell of ozone after the storm or a rainbow accompanying it. Like the taste of still warm bread and the first lick of ice cream in the summer.

When Peter falls asleep tonight, in the bed which was his and is now theirs, nothing really changes. It’s mundane and it’s nice.

And he wouldn’t change it for anything else in the world.

(By the way, I've never watched Friends or Bing Bang Theory. Just in case you want to say Symby/Peter would hate it etc. This gal is Polish and knows like 3 American sitcoms. If you have better suggestions - please share.)

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If Only You Knew

Chapter 1

A/N: This is a first chapter to a longer Eddie Munson x Plus Size Henderson Sister!OC fic I have planned. I know there’s very little Eddie in this one, but I’m setting up backstory. Sue me. Please reblog if you like it!

Warnings: OC and Chrissy have insecurities about their weight and OC is bullied for her size, outfit, etc.

“I think you look awesome, Lizzie.” Chrissy whispered as I tugged at my new denim skirt. When I left the house that morning, I had felt awesome. I had paired my new skirt with my favorite band tee, one my dad had gotten at an Eagles concert years ago. I wanted a part of him with me on my first day. Add my favorite black Vans and I felt so cool. However, the longer the day went on the less confident I felt. It certainly didn’t help that my best friend, Chrissy Cunningham, was drop dead gorgeous and always had been. I never held it against her. We’ve been best friends since before we even started school and I knew everything there was to know about her. I knew she struggled with insecurities, just like I did. Even still, it was obvious that people have never understood why she still hangs out with me.

If there’s one place in this school I’d ever felt out of place in, it’s the cheerleaders’ lunch table. Chrissy was new to the squad and was all about making her mark in high school. I just wanted to survive it and what better way than by proximity to the future Queen of Hawkins High? So I agreed to sit with her at that godforsaken table. They weren’t all bad. Most of the squad was actually very nice and welcoming to both of us. Then there were Ashley and Stephanie.

If ever there were two girls who embodied the “mean girl” stereotype, it was these two. They were juniors, co-captains of the cheer squad, and were dating two star basketball players who were dumber than rocks. Both were experts at appearing sweet and kind, but would not hesitate to rip you to shreds if you didn’t fit their idea of what high school should be. Coincidently, I, Elizabeth Henderson, did not fit that standard. Just moments before Chrissy’s whispered encouragement, Ashley had decided to make me aware of what exactly she thought of my first-day-of-school outfit.

“I just don’t think you’re the right body type for that skirt, Henderson.” Ashley said venomously in my direction. “Girls with thunder thighs like that shouldn’t show them off, don’t you think?”

My face turned every shade of red as I trying desperately to make my skirt longer and prayed to every known deity that I would disappear. I’d always been pudgy. My mom said it was a Henderson trait. Henderson trait or not, I was always self-conscious about it. When I looked in the mirror, I saw myself 10 times the size I actually was. Clearly, Ashley had zeroed in on this fact and was going in.

“And what’s with the rock band tee and Vans, huh? You trying to attract the Freak, over there?” Stephanie and Ashley laughed as if she had just made a joke worthy of Saturday Night Live. “Too bad.” Ashley continued. “I don’t think even Eddie ‘the Freak’ Munson dates cows.”

I had planned to sit there and take it. I could get though this lunch without crying. However, when they all started to “moo” loud enough for the whole cafeteria to her, I knew I needed to leave. I quickly dumped my tray and headed for the bathroom.

I didn’t realize Chrissy had followed me until I felt her grab my wrist before I entered the bathroom. Neither of us said anything for a long time. We just sat on the floor just outside the cafeteria, hugging our knees to our chest. It was Chrissy who spoke first. “I tried on my cheer uniform last night.” she said finally.

I looked at her, puzzled. “Yeah?” I asked. “I have to ask for a bigger size. It was too tight and looked all wrong.” she answered. I nodded silently. I knew where she was going with this, but I waited for her to finish.

“Mom told me I need to stop being such a fat pig and go on a diet or I’ll never be a pretty cheer captain like she was.” Chrissy said, eyes misting over. She half smiled and looked at me. “You’re not the only farm animal here, babe.”

“Chrissy, you’re totally not a fat pig.” I said defensively. “Well, you’re totally not a cow.” she responded, equally defensive. Almost immediately, we both started crying.

“High school sucks.” I laughed through the tears streaming down my face. “Agreed. But it doesn’t last forever.” Chrissy said, extending her pinky to me. I linked my pinky in hers. “High school’s not forever.” I repeat and dry my eyes on my t-shirt.

As we’re sitting there like two losers, hugging each other with puffy faces, the cafeteria doors open. I turned and saw none other than Eddie Munson exit the cafeteria. He looked down at us, and stopped. He looked at me and smiled.

“Sick shirt.” he said and walked out the door to the picnic tables outside.

My cheeks turned red. Two words. That’s all he said to me. Was that all it took for me to crush over Eddie Munson?

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Mimi's Mobile Marvel Oc Masterlist

Updated: 1/02/24

Name: Alexei ‘Junior’ Shostakov

Title: Burned Bridges

Faceclaim: Karl Urban

Love interest: TBD {To Be Determined}

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Name: Alpheus

Title: In the Stars

Faceclaim: Jason Momoa

Love interest: Kingo

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Name: Amora Harley

Title: A White Witch & A Spider

Faceclaim: Jennifer Morrison

Love interest: Natasha Romanoff

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Summary: Since Amora was born her mother warned her about others using her powers for their own gain, too bad it was her own father being one of them. Her mother suddenly disappeared and Amora was forced to grow up in a lab run by her father to experiment and use her powers until one day a secret agent broke into the lab, destroying their lab and offering Amora a place in S.H.I.E.L.D alongside her. Amora agreed and joined S.H.I.E.L.D, using her powers to help save people and protect the one who saved her, Natasha Romanoff.

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Title: Living Dead Girl

Faceclaim: Kate Beckinsale

Love interest: Eric Brooks

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Name: Bentley Brock

Title: ATLAS

Faceclaim: Dylan O'Brien

Love interest: Peter Parker {Andrew Spider-Verse}

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Summary: When Bentley was a little boy, his mother was the light of his life, like any little boy would be towards their loving mother, but he never knew his dad. His mom said that was because they broke up before she found out she was pregnant with him. Bentley always wondered about him, what he was like, was he nice? etc. His mom always told him all the good things about him, stories about him and his motorcycle, his humor, his kindness, every wonderful thing about the man, and Bentley's mother told him about it. But at the age of five Bentley's life came crashing down. One day he found his mom in her bed dead, she had died from a sudden heart attack in her sleep. Bentley was taken by a social worker who then brought him to the only person he had left, his dad, Eddie Brock. He didn't know what to do or feel at first, and his dad didn't seem to know either, but Bentley ended up getting extremely close to his dad and loved him dearly. When he was 15 another sudden event changed his life or well someone caused it, Carlton Drake. His dad was fired, his girlfriend Ann, a mother figure to him, left him after being fired from her job because of it and they had to move. Ann offered Bentley to stay with her but he declined, he wouldn't leave his dad. Yes, his dad was irresponsible and didn't go about things the right way, but he was confident enough to know that his dad had a reason to, Carlton Drake was a real bad guy. So he would try to gather enough evidence or research in secret to try and help his dad out because he wanted to see him smile again and live his life. But his research seemed to make him more confused and concerned about what was going on, aliens from outer space? Human experiments? And before he could even get further research his dad seemed to have one of the aliens...inside him? Its name was Venom and it would change both father and son's life forever.

Name: Alexandra Rhodes

Title: All the Stars

Faceclaim: Jasmin Savoy Brown

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Faceclaim: Kristen Bell

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Title: Ignited Series

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Name: Robyn Hammer

Series Title: The Merc and The Knight

Faceclaim: Blake Lively

Love interest: Wade Wilson and Vanessa Carlysle

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Summary: Robyn had a pretty normal life, working alongside her brother Weasel at Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Children as a bartender. A place where mercenaries accept and cash in on private jobs, this life was normal for her at least. One day she meets a certain mercenary named Wade Wilson who changed her life completely. At first, their relationship had been BFWB, Best Friends With Benefits, but then Wade met Vanessa. Eventually, Robyn had become a part of their relationship as well and she was happy, then Wade was diagnosed with cancer, turning their lives upside down. Robyn did her best to support both of her lovers, but one day Wade disappeared without a trace. After Robyn found out about the sketchy character that talked to Wade the night before and knowing Wade would be doing something stupid out of desperation, Robyn was determined to find him by doing anything necessary. Ultimately becoming the anti-hero Black Knight.

Name: Kevin Quill

Title: Cosmic Twins Series {1st part posted}

Faceclaim: Thomas Brodie-Sangster

Love interest: Adam Warlock(Possibly)

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Summary: When Kevin was just a baby he was taken from his home in an orphanage on the planet Terra. He was taken by a group of aliens going to sell him on the black market on the planet Knowhere, but he was spotted by a teenage Peter Quill who saved him just in time. He was taken in by Peter, who already gave him a name, Kevin Maverick, which in turn Yondu said if Quill didn’t want them to get rid of him it was his responsibility. So Kevin became a part of Yondu’s Ravagers and Quill’s younger brother. It was a crazy life growing up for Kevin, who doesn’t even know that his name was based on the actor Kevin Bacon from the movie Footloose or the Tom Cruise film Top Gun, it was even harder trying to make sure his older brother didn’t die doing stupid shit, but he loved being by his brother's side and the family he had grew in size when the Guardians of The Galaxy formed.

Name: Kvasir

Title: Timeless Series

Faceclaim: Kit Harington

Love interest: Loki Laufeyson & Mobius M. Mobius

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Summary: Kvasir learned at an early age that he was to be brought up as a warrior, the protector of the sons of King Odin. So, his father sent him away to be trained and live in the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf. He was a quiet boy that kept to himself and focused on his training despite missing his mother, who had unfortunately passed away a year before he was sent away. He would train under the rough commanders, which were way rougher than they should have been with him, but there was one person who was patient with him and helped him learn things smoother and that was Heimdall. When Kvasir had any free time he would be reading, keeping to himself. However, one day there was someone that had gotten Kvasir to open up more, and that someone was the one who he was sworn to protect Loki. He taught him fun, to play games, and even showed him his magic. So, the two became incredibly close, making Kvasir loyal to Loki and Loki alone. So, Kvasir grew up being by his side through anything...and it was true because when Loki took Odin's thrown after Thor's banishment, become his left-handed man. Even after that, Kvasir would still follow Loki to whatever depths of mischief he wrought against anyone.

Name: Laura Lewis

Title: Ascending Thunder

Faceclaim: Zooey Deschanel

Love interest: Thor Odinson

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Name: Jude Stark

Title: My Father’s Legacy Series

Faceclaim: Logan Lerman

Love interest: To Be Determined{TBD}

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Summary: In 2002 Tony Stark received a call from the hospital about a newborn baby boy being abandoned by his mother and she had put his name down as the father. Tony knew the woman as one of his drunken flings but wanted to make absolutely sure he was the father so he took a DNA test. The test came back to confirm that Tony Stark was indeed the father of the baby boy, throwing him into the unexpected world of a single dad. Tony ends up naming the baby boy Jude Edwin Stark. Growing up, Jude is a shy, but sweet caring boy who cares a lot for his dad, despite the fact that his dad is busy working. He also grew up with little spotlight as possible since his dad didn’t want all that pressure put on him like he did growing up and wanted him to at least have a little bit of a normal life. This ended when Jude was only 6 years old because of his dad being held hostage in Afghanistan and coming back a different person, becoming a superhero known as Iron Man.

Name: Victor Strange

Title: Something in the Way Series

Faceclaim: Mark Mckenna

Love interest: Peter Parker

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Summary: Victor had a weird twist in life, his mother left him and his dad when he was only three years old and never looked back. His father was a highly talented neurosurgeon that could barely give him the time of day, Victor also had weird vivid dreams about things happening that hadn’t happened yet. He wanted to go to his dad for help but Victor didn’t really know how to express his feelings towards his dad without being brushed away. But then his dad’s accident happen...it threw Victor’s life further into a loop, seeing the man that had always stood so strong was now feeling so worthless and lost. The only one that really helped Victor during this time was his dad’s ex Christine Palmer, who had been like a mother to him since he was younger. But then his dad pushed her away for good, leaving Victor alone with a dad he could barely even talk to without being yelled at to go away then one day he woke up and his dad was gone. He left just like his mom did, but gave him away to Christine. Victor refused to be abandoned again so made it his mission to track down his father's movements and eventually found him in Nepal. Where apparently his dad was learning to become a Master of the Mystic Arts to heal himself...oh and found out his dreams were an ability to see into the future...which should be great for him since he’s seen his father's death more than once.

Name: Vivian Iris

Title: I’ll be your Hero

Faceclaim: Alicia Vikander

Love interest: Marc Spector/Steven Grant & Layla El-Faouly

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Summary: More To Be Added...

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