#carlton drake/reader

[blacksology]

venom & riot NSFW alphabet

venom:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

eddie: eddie is very sweet after sex. he’ll ask if you need anything. massages, baths, food and water, or another round. either way, he treats you like a queen

venom: same with eddie, he’ll lick all the scratches and bites he gave you. he’ll then set you in his chest and let you lay there while he rubs your back.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

eddie likes his hands. their thick and finger you so well. he also likes you ass. he will grab and smack it in public. he is not afraid.

venom likes his tongue ofc. it can reach places no other human being can’t. he loves LOVES you hands. he loves how soft they are and how well they work his cock.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

both eddie and venom like to cum inside you. less of a mess. but if your not feeling it, they’ll cum on you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

eddie wants you to peg him. plain and simple.

venom wants to fuck you on anne and dans rooftop.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

eddie has plenty experience. venom not so much, but he learned from eddies memories.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

eddie likes it from behind. back shots, doggy, you name it.

venom doesn’t care, as long as you both feel good.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

both very very serious. no jokes or anything. the only thing you’ll hear is dirty talking.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

eddie has a little but of hair, but not alot.

venom has no hair at all.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

if they’re in the moment, it’s gonna be romantic. but if they wanna go rough, they WILL go rough.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

eddie used to masturbate a lot before he met you. now, he rarely does it anymore.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

breeding, choking, gagging, smacking, hand cuffs, tentacles and oh. so much more.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

for eddie, its usually in the bedroom, bathroom or livingroom.

but venom does not give one shit he will fuck you in a alley in broad daylight.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

for eddie, seeing you in booty shorts or in tight dresses. that really gets him going

for venom, when you stretch and you let a moan out. that really turns him on for some reason.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

never EVER having a threesome.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

eddie can go both ways. doesn’t really matter to him.

venom prefers giving. it’s because of his tongue ofc but can go either way

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

eddie can be rough when he wants to or when you beg for him to.

venom is naturally rough. but if you want him to go slow, he’ll go slow.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

eddie likes to take his time with you quickies aren’t really his thing. but if you want a quickie, you get a quickie.

venom adores quickies. but if you want him to go slow and take him time, he will.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

eddie doesn’t like taking risks.

venom on the other hand LOVES taking risk. one time, you two fucked in a garage parking lot. so worth it tho.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

eddie can go for 3 rounds and he’s out.

venom has very very high stamina. venom can go for at least 8. anything over that, hes either really tired or really sensitive.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

toys are unnecessary. but if you want one, you can get one.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

eddie doesn’t like to tease you much, but he’ll do it if he feels like he needs to.

venom likes to edge you very. very hard. he’ll leave you hot and bothered for hours until he wants to fuck you again.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

eddie breaths heavy and makes low groans

venom growls most of the time. but other times, he’ll moan out. but thats not all the time.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

eddie and venom like to do the pocky challenge thing but with chocolate pocky sticks.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

eddie: 7 inches and thick.

venom: usually 9 and thick, but he can change it.

y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

eddies sex drive isnt that high, but its high if you catch my drift.

venoms sex drive is over the fucking roof.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

eddie takes care of your first, then hes out like a light.

venom doesnt sleep, so he’ll lay with you until you fall asleep.

riot:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

carlton will buy/get everything you need. he loves you so much and will make sure you have the best aftercare.

riot will just lick the cuts and marks he gave you, then he’ll cuddle you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

carlton likes his hair (shi i do to 😍). he loves how soft and smooth it is. he also likes how you running fingers and pull it when he’s eating you out. carlton likes your stomach. he doesn’t care of your plus sized or not. he loves how soft it is.

riot likes his hands. he knows how to finger and god he does it so well. he likes seeing you cry to the smallest touches of his hands. riot likes your eyes. he loves how they shine and their color. he likes eye contact during sex.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

they both cum inside. no if ands or buts.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

carlton wants to fuck you in his office. with the door opened.

riot wants to fuck you while your sleeping. mans had urges, but held em back.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

carlton is experienced but riot is not. that why he goes through his memories

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

anything that had you below them.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

both very serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

carlton is clean as a baby. not one piece of hair down there.

riot has no hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

carlton is very very romantic. he wants to savor the moments he has with you.

riot can go both ways, but he’s mainly not so romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

carlton doesn’t jack off like he used to.

riot does it sometimes, but only when hes in the mood.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

degrading, crying, BDSM, blood play (sometimes)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

for carlton its usually the house.

for riot, he doesn’t care.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

for carlton, anytime you pull his hair or bend over. that really get him going

for riot, anytime you wear something to revealing. it usually ends up with your clothes on the floor and riots cock deep in your mouth.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

same for eddie and venom. NO THREESOMES.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

carlton likes to give. he likes that sweet taste of your cunt. he also wants your hands in his hair.

riot like receiving A LOT. he adores throat fucking you. he loves the sounds of you gagging on his cock. but if you want him to give, he’ll give. and when he gives, its.. a lot.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

like i said before, carlton likes to take his time with you. savor the moment.

riot likes it rough. but he can go slow if you beg him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

riot & carlton are WHORES for quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

carlton is not so much of a risk taker. if he can fuck you in his office with the door wide opened hes going to take more risk often

oh riot does not care if you two get caught. he’ll end up killing the person who walked in.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

carlton can last up to 4 rounds. after 4, he’s extremely sensitive.

riot it sensitive as well, but he can go more than 4 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

carlton owns a cock ring. he likes being submissive sometimes.

riot doesn’t own any. he thinks theyre ‘useless’.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

carlton doesn’t like to tease. he thinks its waisting time.

riot loves to tease you. he can go for hours and hours until he finally feels like you deserve it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

carlton is only loud when hes being dominated. other than that, hes not so loud.

riot is not afraid to hide his growling and roars. he has no shame.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

carlton is ticklish on his neck. so anytime you suck it, he’ll laugh.

riot hates chocolate. he prefers sweet candy like skittles or airheads.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

carlton: 8, but not so thick.

riot: usually 8 and thick, but he can change it. (like venom.)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

carlton has a very low sex drive so don’t expect much

riots sex drive: 📈📈📈

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

carlton does sleep immediately. it takes him a while to.

riot doesn’t sleep. he’ll lay with you tho.

MY FUCKING. GOD. DAMN. SHIT. that took so damn long and for what 💁🏾‍♀️.

hope y’all enjoy this! please tell me if i messed up anything.. 🤰🏾

bye loves! <3

#venom is so fucking sexy omfg i know he got a bubble butt #venom x reader #riot x reader #carlton drake x reader #eddie brock x reader #venom #riot #carlton drake #eddie brock

[inspiredartisticcreations]

Doctor who Eleventh Doctor x Venom Carlton Drake FANFICTION

I've wanted to join these two stories together, and make my own version, enjoy

CAST:

Eleventh Doctor

Carlton Drake

Reader

You fiddle with your earrings as you try to put them on, then all of a sudden you hear the sound of the Tardis coming from outside your house, you quickly look out the window seeing the blue box right outside your house, you smile excitedly then go running out of your bedroom to the stairs on the landing then to the front door, as you swiftly open the front door you see the Doctor on the other side smiling back at you, "Hello! (Y/N)" he says eagaly giving you a tight hug, you struggle to talk as his shoulder covers your mouth "Umm Doctor" you say in a muffled voice trying to get him off you "I can't speak" you say, then he pulls out of the hug, and gives you a wide smile, you smile back then jestered him inside your house.

"Oh (Y/N) you won't believe the amazing things I saw on that planet, it was mind blowing if only you could come and seen it, it would have been so cool" then he stops at him tracks to face you with a finger pointed up, "actually i forgot humans are not allowed" he said with a frown, "why?" you say slightly pounting your lips in disappointment, "I'm guessing because you won't be able to breath there properly" he said. You frown your eyesbrows in confusion "Long explanation" said the doctor before walking into the kitchen.

You follow on behind him as he opens the fridge door then picks out the whole bottle of milk, and starts drinking from it, "ewww doc, you do realise that's my milk bottle right" you say in disgust, he stops drinking then looks at you with a bit of milk falling from his lips, "wipe your face, doc" you say throwing him a tissue box he expertly grabs it then your phone pings, and you see your phone notifications, one message read an date and time confirmation about an appointment today and you grew in a bit of panic as you had forgotten about it, "Oh god I completely forgot that I need to go into the life foundation and interview the Carlton Drake" you said the Doctor looks at you a little curious, "the life foundation" he said "what's that place" he also adds on you turn around to him as he was settled on the kitchen table playing with his tissue on his hand, "the life foundation is a big company, and has been on top of every business, they also helped with cancer research and Mr Drake himself has helped alot of people, his amazing, and recently they are currently investing in some new experiment research, so which is why my agency has told me to go interview him" you said proudly. "Wow amazing" said the Doctor, you smile, "what's a agency?" he then says, your smile drops "It's a job!" you say in a load voice, the Doctors eyes widen "you've got a job!" he said excitedly clapping you slightly laugh then go out to grab your coat, the Doctor follows you upto the front door passageway, as you turn to grab your bag you halt looking at him. "Yes?..." you say questionly, "well I'm coming with you" he says giving a big smile, you scoff, "eerrr no your not" you say hanging your bag over your shoulder, the Doctor looked sad "come on please (Y/N) I've just come down to spend time with you, and your leaving?" said the Doctor "Doctor this is very important for me please, I cannot mess this interview up" you said clutching tight onto your bag, the Doctor notices, "I promise you won't even notice me there" he said pleadingly, you eventually give in rolling your eyes. "Fine we're talking my car" he say the Doctor nods no and points towards the Tardis smiling, you beath out relunctedly.

#riz ahmed #fanfiction #doctor who #drake #hd carlton #x reader #matt smith

[spider-man-199999]

The bracelet pt 2

pairing: Nathan Drake x Reader

word count: 4,4 K

warnings: 18+; smut; public sex; unpotected sex

summary: You meet Nathan while he's working at the bar. He recognizes you and tries to steal your bracelet because he knows you're filthy rich. Instead, you manage to steal his heart.

Read part 1 here!

a/n: I didn't proof read the smut part but there goes nothing!

A couple of months went by since Nate decided to disappear into thin air. It was such a pitty that it had to end before it even began, which made your already broken heart ache even more. People say the best remedy in such cases is to drown yourself in so much work. That was precisely what you wered trying to do. You spent most of your days in the hotel, deciding the lobby and bar could use a renovation. Not that it looked bad before, but you needed a fresh start with this place. Your ex was not very keen on the idea of change but reluctantly agreed to let you do as you pleased, as long as it would keep you busy. So, two months after the start of this ambitious project, you were standing in the brand-new lobby of The Ritz-Carlton. You did your best to keep the spirit and style of the building but with a few modern touches of technology, which appealed so much more to the guests. The hotel was more busy with events than ever before, weddings, galas, balls, charity events, all because of the work you had but in. Bussiness was really picking up, The Ritz-Carlton had turned in the hottest spot in New York.

Besides the undeniably significant time and effort you had dedicated to the marketing of the place, your personal life seemed like it was put on hold. The paparazzi had been sneaking around town, trying to catch a sight of you doing something mildly interesting. However, they would fail miserably to this task. All of the recent news about you were only in regards of The Ritz-Carlton and event you had organized, praises on your astonishing work. Occasionall pictues of you and some friends clothes shopping would appear here and there but nothing major or scandalous.

At other times, late at night when you were laying in your king-sized bed and staring the ceiling, while the city lights shined through the thin curtians of your bedroom, your mind couldn't help but wander. And somehow it would always end up on Nate. Restlessly wondering what he was doing, where he was. But wherever he was, whatever he was doing, the only place you knew for sure he was never going to leave, was your head. After his departure you didn’t really have any interest in dating, even declining a few date offers from some very wealthy and famous people. Trying to mingle was not necessarily a bad thing, but every time such thoughts popped up in your head, you’d look out the window and see the faint sparkles of the same stars that Nate spent hours talking about. It made you feel nostalgic, knowing no one else could ever take you on a date and make something casual appear so fun. That alone made you give up on the idea of pursuing someone else, at least for the time being.

And while you were busy buraying your head into the piles and piles of demanding and much nessecary work, Nate himself had very different plans. He took the task of becoming wealthy to heart and persused that with the first opportunity that he stumbled upon. That was exactly why he took up Sully's proposal to work together and left. He left for long, but not for good. Now that he had a few dollars in his pocket, he decided it was time to make his advancment towards you showing you his brand new persona. His heart was filled with excitemet and anxiety, he knew he was gone for a long time but he hoped that you had kept your promise and waited for him. He was trying his best to keep up with the news about you, reading every newspaper, magazine, interview. All this time he was thinking of you, dreaming of you. The man wanted to tell you everything, to explain where he went, to watch your fascinated eyes sparkle while he told you the story of his adventure with Sully. So, as soon as he came back to New York, he stated working on his new, expensive image. He changed his wardrobe, his car, he rented out a new place. A whole new man by the looks of it, but not in his heart, not in his feelings for you. He renovated himself the way you were renovating The Ritz-Carlton. So, a month after he came back, a month after all the work, he decided it was finally time to approch you.

The day seemed like any normal day for you, sitting at your desk in the office of the hotel, filling in the upcoming events in the callendar. You checked on the progress of the current agenda - a wedding. You made a few phone calls and after doing the diplomatic work, that took no longer than a couple of hours, you decided to run some personal errands, such as picking up drycleaning and other mundane tasks. You stored most of your personal items in a room in the hotel for covenience, but it did mean that sometimes, like today, you had to leave the place with a few zipper bags full of clothes. The weather was starting to get colder and colder with each day, warm and careless summer nights seemed like only a memory that was sitting close to your heart now. The leaves were starting to change colors but that did not make New York look any less beautiful on your side of town. But the chilly weather meant warmer clothes, and a need to add a lot more layers on your body before walkig outside.Fortunately enough the sweather dress you had on was still going to do the job if you to put a coat on top, which annoyed you to an unbelieveble extent. It just meant more weight on you as you carried the cleaned clothes all the way back to your apartment. Holding the, what felt like an ungodly amount of weight of clothes over you shoulder, you walked out of the building. You were met by a gigantic rose bouquet, probably 50 roses or more, right in front of your face, held up by someone who you couldn't quite see. You shook your head, moving past the person and walking away.

"Hey, hey, Y/N, come on" you heard from behind you, the voice was somehow familiar but you couldn't link it to a face for the first few seconds.

You turned around, freezing in your spot, but not because of the low temperature outside.

"I've been standing here for hours and you won't even say hi" he laughed, moving to hold the bouquet in only one of his arms "You have no idea how many excited screechings I had to go through, followed by disappointed looks. Have I really become this unattractive?"

You were still frozen in your tracks while he went on, trying to process the sight in front of your eyes combined with the information in your brain. Your head felt like it was spinning and everything was somehow like it was in a haze.

"I think you managed to break me" you finally spoke. And it was the truth, the shock had taken over your body. It felt like you were dreaming. Did you accidentally fall asleep in your hotel room? You couldn't really tell.

"Well, I was hoping for more of an excited running into my arms, maybe even shedding a happy tear."

"Nate what the actual hell?"

It finally got through to you. Nathan Drake was standing right there, in front of you, a bouguet of 50 roses in his hands. He was dressed in a black tuxedo that hugged his body perfectly, his dark hair was styled back with gel. He looked even better than you remembered, making your heart beat so fast that you felt like you were going to faint. He laughed softly at your shocked reaction, making a few steps towards you.

"If you're not going to hug me, can I hug you at least?" He asked, wrapping the free arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

You wrapped your own free arm around him, your head rested against his body as you closed your eyes. You still couldn't believe he was really there, but the warmth of his torso was proving you otherwise. Hot streams of tears rolled down your cheeks, your emotions prevailing.

"Oh my god is that Dior?" you sniffled softly against his chest once you opened your eyes, them landing on the fabric of his clothes.

"I had to impress you." he shrugged and let go of you, brusbing a tear from your face. "There they are, the trears!" he chuckled.

You shook your head in disbelief, taking a step back from him. You had so many questions to ask, it felt like your head was going to explode, followed by the rest of your body. A cool breeze blew past the two of you, making your hair softly sway to the side while you held eye contact with him. It kind of brought you back into reality, in your dreams it was never cold, just endless summer.

"I have so many things to ask-" you started, but were cut off by the flowers being shoved in your face.

"Take these, my back hurts, I've been carrying them for so long"

"I have 3 bags of drycleaning in my hands, literally" you whined to him, moving the bags to your front and with a swift motion placing them over your forearm.

"Well in such case, why don't we take my car and you can ask anything you'd like?" he offered, reaching in his pocket and taking out the keys to unlock a black Mercedez GL that was parked on the street next to the two of you.

"That's your car?"

"Yes" he replied shortly, opening the back door and placing the roses inside gently.

"Who are you? What did you do to Nate?"

He laughed at your response, taking your bags off of you and putting them in the car as well before he grabbed your hand and pulled you towardws him. Like the gentleman he was, his arm wrapped around your waist before he held the passenger door for you, closing it after you sat inside.

"Can I ask my questions now?" you asked once the two of you drove off in an unknown to you direction.

"You can ask and ruin my very cool bad ass story about how I have money now or..." he said, turning his head towards you with a playful spark in his eyes and and a cheerful smile. "You could wait for us to get where I'm taking you and let me explain everything."

"Yeah I think I preffer asking, actually"

He shook his head and laughed at you, stopping at a red light.

"Okay fine, but you're totally killing the vibe."

"Okay I'll ask only one question now and you can tell me your mindblowing story whenever you think is best."

"We have a deal."

"Fine, then, why didn't you warn me about leaving? It was kind of scary to just have you stop showing up to work one day."

Heavy silence followed after your question echoed into the car. You turned your head to stare at his expression, studying his side profile. You could see his brows furrow while he thought of the answear, one arm let go of the wheel, elbow against the armrest on the car door while he rubbed a finger under his nose, his hand covering his mouth. He kind of seemed nervous.

"Well, honestly it wasn't something I planned to happen, it just did." he said finally.

It was your turn to furrow your brows now, but in utter confusion.

"You make it sound like you were abducted"

"More like recruited? I didn't have the time to find you and explain everything, and it's not like I have your number to call. You wanted to keep things professional between us. And I couldn't even think about explaining anything back then, you know? I wasn't really sure what was going to happen either."

"But it was scary. We didn't know if you were alive or not, you could have gotten into an accident or something, I had no information on you. I made the restaurant manager call you and your phone was turned off, I called in all the hospitals in the region around the hotel and around your apartment for you."

"I didn't know you were so worried."

"I was, I felt horrible and responsible. For a moment I thought about calling the police and tell them you were missing."

"Gosh, you care so much about me? It's almost as if you like me or something?" he joked, trying to break the tense atmosphere.

"Oh my god" you whispered in annoyance, laughing softly at his words.

It was odd, you never imagined yourself actually being into someone like him, someone so different to the men you were used to dating. But there you were, in his car, following him with no direction to wherever he pleased to go. Before you even had time to try and continue this conversation, he parked the car and turned the engine off.

The second you stepped out of the car, you were greeted by the sounds of waves crashing into land and the fresh smell of salt water. It was already late in the evening when Nate picked you up from the hotel, which meant it had gotten cold enough outside to make you shiver, even without the soft breeze that was blowing. You looked around, your attention immediately captured by the flickering lights of the amusement park on Coney Island. Unfortubately for you, who got excited from the thought of riding some of the rides with Nate, even if it meant you would look like crazy people wearing something so formal there, the park was closed and everyone was long gone. Your head turned to look for Nate in confusion, seeing him stand next to you with his hands in his pockets. He reached out a hand for you, taking yours and motioning for him to follow you. And you did, once again, follow him without asking any questions. He lead you towards the beach, an area that was unfamiliar to you. Soon you reached a big bell tent, open and inside there was a set-up simillar to your first date night with him - poof chairs, blankets, fairly lights. He walked you inside, helping you sit on one of the poof chairs and plopping down on one himself. You coudln't lie, it was so thoughtful, so beautiful and romantic. For the second time this cocky, slightly annoying man had left you speechless. You were so mesmerized by the scenery that you didn't even notice him stand and take out a bottle of champage out of somewhere and pour it in two glasses. You took one of them, clicking it with his before taking a sip.

"Nate this is... I don't even know what to say."

"Don't get used to it, it's my apology for leaving the way I did." He sat down next to you

"Well that was anticlimatic"

"I didn't mean it that way." he rolled his eyes, placing the glass on the ground. "I wanted this to be special, we haven't seen each other in so long and in my head this whole thing was going to happen in the summer but plans got delayed."

"Is now the time for you to tell me the amazing story of Nathan Drake's adventure?"

"You bet it is!" he laughed.

And he did tell you everything, about his brother and about Sully. He he went into great detail about everything that he went through in the last few months. And while he was speaking, you were going through every possible emotion you could think of, listening with your jaw practically on the floor. He would laugh at your reactions, copying your face to make fun of you.

"You're awful!" you would whine, hitting his chest playfully

"Oh, I'm awful? Why are you here then?"

"You're lucky, I like awful."

''You know..." he started, taking his glass and finishing the remaining content in it. "The whole time I couldn't really stop thinking about you."

Silence suddnely fell upon the two of you after his words, making your gaze turn from the pleasant view of the outside beach to the more pleasant one, his eyes.

"I thougut about you too" you whispered softly.

"It got the point where I couln't really... get rid of this" he reached for the inside pocket of his tux, taking out the diamond bracelet that you gave him.

It sparkled softly under the soft fairly lights around you. Your eyes stared at his hand, moving rapidly between his face and his palm. You couldn't believe your eyes. No matter how hard you tried, the damn bracelet somehow just wouldn't leave your life. Truthfully, you didn't really know what you were feeling in that moment. You were upset because you wanted to get rid of it at all cost, but in a weird, nostalgic way, you were glad to see it.

"Actually, I had it on me the whole time, to remind me of you." he spoke after he noticed your state.

Suddenly all the negative associations you had with the expensive item melted away and were replaced by the hearthwarming feelings his words brought. He put the bracelet on your wrist, making you shiver with the contact.

"Can I be honest about something?" you asked, your eyes fixed on the diamonds.

He nodded in response, making you look back at him.

"Truly, I've never met anyone so... romantic?"

"After everything you thought THAT was romantic?"

"No, I mean this whole thing. The flowers, the beach, the bracelet. This is more romantic than a proposal, and I've been proposed to... twice."

"The beach was actually a reference to something else." He mumbled before taking a sip from his glass.

It made you think for a second and suddenly the memory of your first intearaction came to the surface, making you blush.

"You dog!" you laughed, looking at him with the side of your eye.

He laughed as well, laying on his side, turning his body in your direction.

"Come here." he said, reffering to his chair.

You did your best to move over to him eleganly, not sure how well it worked out judging by his giggles. Or maybe he was just tipsy from the champagne? You sat down next to him, having him wrap an arm around your shoulders like he did on your first date. Your head rested against his chest while you snuggled up against him, only now realizing how actually cold you were before that. You closed your eyes, listening to the rythmic sound of his heartbeat as your hand rested against his stomach. You couldn't tell how long you sat there like this before you started playing with his tie. He noticed your actions, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before his hand travelled down to your waist, drawing soft circles on it. In the moment of silence, you could hear the sound of waves crashing in the background and it felt so calm, so perfect, even. Nate's hand was now slowly travelling up and down your back, going further down with each movement, until it finally landed on your butt. You giggled into his chest when you felt his hand there, making you look up at him. The both of you stared into each other's eyes for what felt like forever, until his lips finally crashed into yours. The kiss was passionate and long, it tasted like champagne and it was enough to make your head spin, while your hand left the tie alone and moved to his shoulder. His grip on your ass was now harsh and needy, trying to pull your hips closer to his own while he was squeezing. You broke the heated kiss to catch your breaths, suddenly feeling shy because of the butterflies that were going wild to the rythm of your heartbeats. You started kissing his jawline, softly, to hide that fact, your hand loosening the tie around his neck. Nate was quick to get out of his jacket, throwing it on the floor. His hands found their way back to your body, touching and grabbing everything he could. You took off his tie, placing it over your own head. He laughed at your act, pulling you by that same tie now and kissing you hungrily again. This time he was even more passionate, if that were even possible, his tongue danced against yours while his hands grabbed your wast and pulled you over on top of him, making you sit on his lap. Your hands were grabbing his hair, ruining the way he had styled it. After a few minutes of making out, you broke the kiss for air again. Now he looked more like the Nate you remembered, no fancy tuxedo, no tie, just a normal, very handsome guy. You smiled at him, undoing the bottons on his shirt while his hands roamned around your body. Once the shirt was undone and open, you had to bite your lip at the sight of his body. You knew he was toned, you just didn't know he was actually shredded as well. He smiled confidently at your reaction, but you kissed him before he could make the snarky comment you knew was already formed in his head.

You were growing more and more needy for him by the minute and he knew. Truth was, the feeling was mutual. He spent too many nights alone in bed thinking about this, thinking about you, imagining the exact moment your hands would be in his hair, his lips would be on yours. He couldn't help but be impatient, try to push you towardws going further and further into the heat of the moment. And while he was so lost in this timeless dance of your tongues together, the reality of his deepest desire being better than anything he could ever imagine, you had to break the kiss, making him moan with annoyance.

"Can we really do it here?" You asked, out of breath

"What's stopping us?" he asked back, attacking your jaw and neck with his lips.

"Well it's kind of... public?"

"You were the one.... who wanted.... sex on the beach" he said between kisses.

"The cocktail, Nate"

"I suggested the cocktail, you wanted the other thing"

"You really need to learn when to shut up"

"You need to learn how to lose an arguement"

You rolled your eyes at him but kissed him again, your hands undoing his belt and pants. He was smiling through the whole kiss, which made you even more annoyed with his cockiness. Speaking of cock, his was painfully hard, and you could tell by the way it twitched when your hand accidentally brushed against it in the process of unzipping his pants. You wasted no time, your eagerness was matching his and the thrill of someone catching you in the act was sending a type of feeling through your veins that you couldn't remember feeling before. Was it adreanline? Or were you just incredibly turned on? You slipped his member out of the boxers as well, giving it a few strokes with your hand which resulted in a hitched breath, followed by moans from Nate. He wasn't going to waste time either, hand slipping under your dress and pulling your panties to the side so he could touch you as well. The kiss was broken at that point, both of you looking into eachother's eyes. You two knew already there was no need for any foreplay since you were almost dipping on his fingers now and without saying anything, he grabbed your waist ang guided you to hover above him. The poof was a bit too unstable to help you with balancing on your knees but it had to do. Your hand held his dick in place before you slipped down on it slowly, making Nate throw his head back in ecstacy.

"This is so much better than I expected" he said holding you down while you were adjusting to the size.

It didn't take you long, pecking his lips before you started moving your hips in circles while you watched the expression on his face change from sweet and loving to lustful. He helped you move up and down his lenght because your mind was now too preoccupied and overstimulated to have such a complex thought about rythim and movement. It was all him and him only, nothing else in the world existed but this. He pulled your chess to his while you bounced on him, his hands now on your ass to guide you while his moans filled your ear. You weren't holding back on moaning or saying his name either, it simply felt too good to even try. Your hands were touching his muscles while you moved, your lips nibbling and biting on his neck. At some point your nails were digging into the skin of his chest and arms, but your mind was too clouded to even notice that. All you could really feel was the way he stretched your walls, his own hips now moving upwards to be fucking into you. You bit on his shoulder as you felt your walls tightening around him, and from the looks of it, he was feeling that you were close as well. He groaned your name deciding it was a good idea to push your hips down while he slammed himself into you, making you yelp as he hit a spot you didn't know existed. It felt so good you were having doubts it was real. You started screaming his name, feeling yourself finally release onto him while he moaned and moved. His hand travelled up from your ass to your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling you into a very tight hug while he moaned and groaned. You felt him cum inside you just as you were done with your orgams, your body collapsing onto his. You sat like this for a while, panting, hearts wildly beating.

"You have to tell me where you get your clothes dry cleaned, my pants are ruined"

"Jesus Christ, Nathan! I just gave you an orgasm and you're thinking about dry cleaning?"

"Yeah because of that orgasm, my pants are ruined, we orgasmed everywhere!"

You sat up to look at him, your hands on his chest while you shook your head.

"Okay fine. Our second date will be at the dry cleaners."

"Technically this was the second date."

"I hate you, so much."

"Oh, darling, we both know you don't."

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[heliads]

I’d like to request a modern day AU one-shot where Newt is Venom, the female reader is Spider-Woman and Newt’s girlfriend, and Janson is Carlton Drake. Newt fell off his bike when he was a kid and broke his leg, and the injury didn’t heal properly, so he walks with a limp. When Newt becomes Venom, the reader becomes Spider-Woman. I don’t have an explanation for how this works, but Newt’s injury disappears when Venom takes over and returns when he regains control.

accidentally got way too invested in the worldbuilding for this. if you guys want a part 2 lmk bc i would actually be interested

'wckd is good' - newt

masterlist / part 2

It’s no longer light out when you leave to save the world. There was a time during the lovely summer months when you could depart the relative safety of WCKD headquarters and still find yourself in the last vestiges of golden hour. It was easier to believe in the cause then, somehow, as if even the idea of a billowing honey-colored curtain of light could shine down on the blood you’ve shed and make it better, make it all better. No pain is too terrible if it is dragged out for a good cause.

Now that the days have veered past autumn and towards the start of winter, though, you no longer have the comfort of light to protect you. Your shifts are at night, always; no hero will be discovered and no rest will be yours. The moonlight, although sparkling, lacks the strength of sunlight in its ability to ease your conscience.

You knew this was coming, though, it happens every year. You were young when you decided you wanted to change the world, we all are. Only the naivete of youth lets you believe that you can do something about the terrors of the city around you. Once you grow up, you realize there’s no point and you stop trying.

While you’re young, though, you think there’s still a chance. That’s how they get you. That’s how WCKD got you, to be specific. They still have scientists and soldiers believing in that greater cause, but the heart of their crusade is carried on by the kids. They say that’s the way it’s always been. Perhaps it’s true. How would you know otherwise?

The secret is always kept pristine behind glass. WCKD said no boundaries, no lies, so they told you everything from the moment you joined. You were young and foolish; they said jump, you asked how high. It made perfect sense to you. There is a problem in this city, in this world. You could fix it. Why wouldn’t you?

You were one of the first to join. Teresa was the very first, if you’re going by technicalities. The two of you believe in it the most. Even when the others started having their doubts, when Thomas gave up his shield and ran away, when Minho let the civil war of heroes get in between himself and his desire to protect the world, you and Teresa were the ones who stuck with it.

It’s worth it now. It always has been. Times are getting darker, villains more treacherous. Mutants appear out of the woodwork like flies, and it’s your job to cut them off before they can grow too powerful. Every night, you stop mass robberies, save lives, confiscate stolen tech. The city walks a narrow line between peace and destruction. You’re there to keep winning the war.

That’s why you agreed to the experimentation in the first place. Admittedly, it wasn’t WCKD’s finest moment when they asked young teenagers to step into their labs for the greater glory of the world, but it’s worth it now. They injected you with radioactive spider venom and you were the best fit for the program, or so they tell you. If you were to guess, though, you’d say that you were the only subject who survived. Now, you get superhuman abilities and a cool moniker:  Spider-Woman. Isn’t that worth the blood you shed in a pristine white cell?

Teresa was never a subject like you were. Instead, she was trained in the deadly arts as a Black Widow. The two of you are sent out on missions together, but not as often as you’d like. Instead, WCKD always seems to keep one of you behind while the other is out there in the world, supposedly for security reasons. If two of its finest soldiers were taken out in the same doomed-to-fail mission, who would carry on the cause?

No, it’s better if you do it alone. You saw Teresa today, at least, running through some surveillance footage from a few nights back. There’s a Right Arm stronghold somewhere nearby, you can tell because some of the inhumans you leave for dead have started disappearing before the WCKD research division can collect their bodies, but you just don’t know where they’re sent to. If you can cut off the head and do it cleanly this time, perhaps two more won’t grow back in its place.

That’s the WCKD rhetoric, at least. Do the job properly and you won’t have to do it again. Repeat trials are cumbersome, and often fail before they can reach their true potential. If you do what must be done, no matter the cost, everyone will benefit. Not just the city this time, but the country. The world, even. Crime and violence only strengthen in numbers. If you can purge this city of its sins, perhaps the rest will follow suit.

Darkness has its biggest stronghold here, though, which is why WCKD set up headquarters. It’s why you have a specific time of day to leave behind the white polished walls and piercing fluorescent lights of the WCKD facilities to go defend the night against itself.

Tonight begins like most others. You don your armor and take the elevator to the top floor of WCKD’s skyscraper. From there, you stand for a moment on the darkened roof, buffeted by the strong winds that only circulate when you’re this far removed from the streets below you, then dive off the edge in one simple motion.

You were scared of heights the first time you did this, as anyone would be when faced with the task of jumping from a skyscraper. Even though you knew you would be able to catch yourself, you’d never done it before so you weren’t one hundred percent certain. You’d asked to start off on a lower level so you could get a better feel for it. Instead of answering your plea, the head of your little operation, Dr. Ava Paige, pushed you from the roof herself. You can still remember how it felt, tumbling through the dark night sky, watching her foreboding silhouette disappear the further you dropped.

That night, you had learned to trust only yourself. You had also learned that WCKD wants what’s best for all of you, and even if you cannot see the silver lining at the moment, it’ll come to you eventually. As you fell, mind wracked with terror and betrayal, you first learned to do what has now become reflex:  you flung out your arms and made a web.

Your web shooters work well, they always do. WCKD tech doesn’t fail. You don’t have to see the synthetic web latch onto the spire of a nearby building to know that it will be secure enough to hold your weight as you swing from one towering skyscraper to the next. It’s a far faster method of transportation than just walking, and it gives you a better view of what’s happening down below you while you’re at it.

Your brow furrows beneath the protective cover of your mask, looking for something, someone causing trouble– there, down an alley, a shadowy figure looms over a terrified couple. You disengage the web you’d been swinging from, hurtling towards the alley like a dart. You land easily on a nearby roof, rolling for a moment to disperse the energy of your impact before dropping neatly into the alley.

You wait a moment before stepping out from the shadows so you can best gauge the situation. The thing you’re fighting– it’s not a man, not really, although it stands on two broad, muscular legs and gestures at the mouth of the alley with a dark, clawed hand. It seems more like living tar, a roiling mass of shadow and ink somehow made muscular. It’s a monster, to put it plainly, and you kill monsters. You’ll kill this one.

You lunge out from the shadows, grabbing the couple around the waist and pulling them towards the entrance. They sob in relief when you’re in between them and the dark thing, and immediately start running once you put them down again.

Now that the innocents are safe, you turn back to the monster. Massive white eyes split its skull, and a long, blood red tongue peeks out from rows of jagged teeth. It stalks towards you, each footstep sounding like a crack of thunder, and says, in a grating tone like a thousand earthquakes, “I saved them already.”

You stare at it. The monster doesn’t attack, strangely enough. In fact, it comes to a stop once it’s a few paces away from you. It’s just looking at you, although it keeps twitching as if it would like to do more than just stand around. 

“No, I did. I got them away from you.” You tell it.

You spit the last word out like a curse. You’re supposed to be emotionless while you do this, cutting away at the city’s lost souls with a surgeon’s unsympathetic precision, but WCKD taught you its prejudices early, and it’s a difficult habit to shake.

The monster, however, doesn’t take kindly to being insulted. “Already saved them. You only took the credit.”

It gestures back towards the alley behind it with one massive hand. You follow the direction with your eyes to see the slumped forms of what appear to be gang members. You recognize their faces from a news broadcast a few days ago; the police have been unsuccessful in tracking them down despite a warrant being out for their arrests regarding a string of murders. They must have been ready to add that couple to their list of victims, but this thing got in the way of that.

You stare back at it, confused. “If you saved that couple, why were they screaming?”

This time, when the monster speaks, it sounds a little less monstrous and more almost like a young man. “I tend to be a little frightening. I’m sure you can understand.”

You draw back, one hand on your belt. You can use your webs to attack and defend, obviously, but WCKD policy states that killing is best done cleanly. That would involve the guns and knives they ply you with before every patrol. “I understand how this usually goes.”

The monster leans towards you, bleached-white eyes leering. “Are you going to kill me, Agent? You’re one of those fanatics from WCKD, aren’t you? That’s what you all usually do. Are you going to kill me without even bothering to ask why I saved them? Or who I am?”

You meet its gaze coolly, but on the inside, your entire mind is at war. This is not the way it’s supposed to go. You’re meant to eliminate a threat and move on. This is a monster. It doesn’t get more simple than that. Except– except usually, the shadowy demon creatures don’t save lives like you do. Except they usually don’t try to appeal to your morality, because most, including you, assume it’s already gone.

“Fine,” you say slowly, “Who are you? Answer quickly and honestly, it’ll be better for you.”

It makes a sound that could be a laugh, but it’s broken over with a deep roaring sound, almost as if there are two creatures laughing at you right now, a human and a monster. They’re not entirely in unison, not anymore, which gives you the impression that they could be separated.

And, before your eyes, the inky blackness starts to peel away just a little bit, revealing a boy’s face within the monster’s skull. It’s supporting him, you realize, giving him strength and power. Only half of his face is visible right now, and when he speaks, you can see a normal human mouth moving on one side, grotesquely parodied on the other with that horrific fanged mouth.

“If I give myself away, you’ll kill me, won’t you?” He asks. “Isn’t that what WCKD’s toy soldiers do best?”

You scowl at him. “Depends on if you make me.”

“Well,” the boy says frankly, “I don’t want to die. Let your conscience be clear for a second and don’t shoot me in the head, now, will you?”

You nod once, before you can stop yourself, and he seems to take this as a good sign. The rest of the shadow pulls away from him, and then it’s all gone and there is a blond boy standing in front of you, idly brushing dust off of his hands as if he’d been taking off a heavy coat instead of a monstrous shield.

“Who are you?” You ask weakly.

The boy grins. “Name’s Newt. Though I’m assuming you’ll find that out soon enough. WCKD’s always particularly good at their research, aren’t they?”

You narrow your eyes. “How would you know?”

His smile slips, gone in an instant. His eyes go unsettlingly dark, and you realize that, although he may have taken the monster away, that doesn’t mean it’s not inside him still. “I had a friend, once. His name was Alby, and you took him from us. He was only eighteen, and WCKD decided he should die because he committed the grave sin of not entirely being like the rest of you. You hunted him down and slaughtered him. We never even had a body to bury.”

Newt stalks forward as he says it. You’ve faced down far more intimidating threats, but you can’t help inching back in the face of this boy’s fury. You can handle someone trying to kill you, or a thug shooting at your head, but Newt’s grief is a far more palpable weapon than anything before it.

“Did you know him?” Newt asks in a harsh, shuddering whisper, “Were you there when he died?”

“No,” you whisper, and you couldn’t be more grateful for the truth. “That was someone else. Really, it was. They told me about it afterwards.”

Specifically, Teresa had. You remember the ways her hands didn’t stop shaking for hours afterwards. She’d hidden in a corner of the WCKD base, and you only found her because you had the benefit of years of friendship telling you where to look. When you stumbled upon her, she was curled up into a tight ball, repeating as a whispered mantra, “WCKD is good,” as if saying the torturous phrase even one more time might make it true.

Afterwards, though, Teresa was more focused than you’d ever seen her. She was determined to make the ends worth the bloody, bloody means. Anything for the city, or so she’d tell you. Anything for the world.

“It wasn’t me,” you repeat. “But you haven’t always been like this, have you? The monster. It came afterwards.”

Newt nods, a tight and barely controlled jerk of the head. “I needed help. I found Venom.”

“Venom,” you whisper cautiously. Black ink flashes across Newt’s eyes all of a sudden, disappearing through his veins just as quickly. It makes you flinch. He seems almost glad of it.

“I wanted a way to keep the rest of us alive. Venom makes me strong. It’s in me. It is me.” Newt’s words grow in intensity until he’s almost shouting.

Shouting you can handle, though. It’s easy to break down the pieces of Newt’s argument like that. He’s furious that your organization is responsible for the deaths of his friends. He’s taking it out on you because you have their logo on your shoulder, because you were going to kill him like the rest. Are you now, though? How can you murder this boy like the rest?

Newt must see the war going on in your head, because he smiles again, sickeningly slow. “Are you going to do it? Are you going to kill me? I don’t even know your name, but you know mine. Are you going to shoot me before you tell anyone who you are?”

“Y/N,” you force out through lips pressed thin.

His smile grows lighter. “Y/N. Pretty name. Pretty girl.”

Is it madness to call your would-be killer a pretty girl? Is it madness to let a monster into your skin, to embrace it like this? Is madness thinking that you have ever had any other choice but this.

“I don’t want to,” you murmur, “Kill you.” The killing is the worst part. Always has been. You lack Teresa’s stomach for it. That’s why they made you the lab rat. WCKD knew they had to rearrange at least a few of your parts to make you more willing to complete the tasks they assigned you, and it still didn’t even work all the way.

Newt considers this for a second, his head tilted to the side, then holds out a hand. The contrast of his pale skin against the darkness of the alleyway seems to stand out to you like a neon sign. “You don’t have to do it. You can still leave them, you know.”

This makes a thousand walls slam down in your head. “I can’t,” you grit out, the product of years of trying, “There are too many people they could hurt. I can never leave, Newt. Never.”

Something almost like pity touches his eyes. You decide you hate it. “You know,” he says softly, “That is the worst part of the monster, I think. I asked for it. It might not leave me if I tell it to, but in the beginning, it only came for me because I wanted it. You know what that’s like.”

“I do,” you tell him.

Newt nods. Smiles again. You’ve stopped seeing the flash of his teeth as a terrible thing. The likelihood that he could sink them into the soft skin of your neck before you even had the chance to blink is alluring. It does not seem like as much of an undeserved punishment as before.

“You can always find me,” he tells you. “If you need help, you can find me. I have friends, good ones. They could get you out of there. We can pull you out. It’s never too late.”

This makes you draw back in earnest. “It’s already too late.” 

You want to scream it at him. There is no going back for you, not now. Not after all you’ve done. Newt has the luxury of thinking he can fight back. For those of you on the inside, though, the only way any of you will be freed from the burden of your work is when it finally kills you. Teresa knows that. Even Dr. Ava Paige knows it. You will all shoulder the mantle of your twisted crusade until it drags you under.

You turn and vanish back into the shadows before Newt can stop you. You wait for a moment, crouched on the rooftop out of his sight, and listen to the even rhythm of his breathing before finally turning away again. This is the first time you leave him. Somewhere inside your head, within the last vestiges of pinkish matter that still belong to you, a voice whispers back:  It won’t be the last.

requested by @thornyrose463, i hope you enjoy!

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[locke-writes]

Uncovering Truths

Author: locke-writes

Title: Uncovering Truths

Request: Fic with Eddie from Venom where after Anne he meets a reader and they start dating and he’s anxious about telling them about Venom but their fine with it For: Anonymous

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,631

Tag List: @dreamlandcreations​ / ask to be added

After his relationship with Anne ended, Eddie had figured he would take some time before dating again. He hadn't wanted to rush into one relationship having just come out of a rather serious one. Of course, after Anne came Venom and taking a break from romantic relationships seemed to be the one and only outcome of that situation. Certainly it wasn't like he could just go up to someone, ask them out, and then explain that he had a symbiotic relationship with an alien that had managed to attach itself to him.

Because that was such a simple concept to process.

The biggest relationship he had in his life for a period of time was indeed Venom. With Carlton Drake out of the picture, Eddie and Venom needed to learn to get along. Couples therapy probably would have been a good help but Eddie wasn't entirely certain that there were alien friendly therapists in San Francisco. So the human and the alien took time to work on working together.

It had taken months for that relationship to actually grow and become stronger than it had at the start of the forced symbiosis. Now the two were somewhat on the same page, or at least cooperating enough to the point where Eddie felt that maybe it was time to gain back some experience in human relationships. Venom of course just threatened to eat everyone if they didn't get along with Eddie.

Eddie hadn't really dated in some time. There were apps he could download he knew, except they felt impersonal to him. He didn't want to be set up by anyone although Anne had offered and out of everyone he knew, she was the one who he would trust the most. Of course Eddie was stuck on these principles, even if they did come to mean quite a few first dates (and only first dates), as well as three relationships that lasted between six weeks and four months.

Eventually those dates, those relationships, they didn't matter. They stopped being stories to tell Anne, stopped being dates he thought about because he wondered if he had judged too quickly, too harshly. Stopped — because he had met you.

A few publishers had approached Eddie for a book about Carlton Drake and the Life Foundation after the initial interview that had gotten him fired resurfaced after the truth had indeed come to light. While this was tempting, a chance to tell the story that he'd been trying to uncover for the longest time, he knew that the truth wasn't something that would be easily accepted. He declined the offers although he instead decided to privately work on a copy that would indeed reveal the existence of Venom and the other Symbiotes on the incredibly rare chance that one day he could actually tell the real story.

Eddie had been running late to work on the book, missing his alarm and sleeping an extra hour. Technically there were only deadlines that he'd put in place but he still wanted to have a few chapters completed in the next few weeks. The coffee shop not far from his house had let him write there since he was just a struggling journalist take whatever story he could get. Still, it did get busy and by the time Eddie burst through the door, there were no empty tables.

He scanned the room as he searched for at least someone that he might he be able to approach to share a table. His eyes landed on you, sitting off in the corner by the window with a book that he'd read years ago but remembered enough of that he knew he could use it as a talking point in starting the conversation. Eddie had fully be prepared to be turned away yet you smiled at him letting him join you. You didn't stay for much longer as you had to run errands but told Eddie that it was nice meeting him. It wasn't until he was getting ready to leave hours later that he realized you'd left your number on a post it stuck to his laptop.

That was seven months ago, seven months that the two of you had been dating and seven months that he'd been keeping Venom a secret from you.

Venom had to be kept a secret, that was what Eddie had told himself when you entered his life. Venom wasn't all that pleased, wanting to meet you right away but came to an agreement with Eddie that you wouldn't know until Eddie decided it was time. Granted Eddie didn't think that time would ever come. It was only a matter of time before the secret of Venom weighed heavily upon him. He wanted you to know. At the same time he didn't want to lose you.

He wondered at first if he could get away with a confession in a letter. He knew the answer was no, that if he told you about Venom you would need to see that he wasn't lying. You'd seen the news coverage about Venom, you wouldn't be questioning if he was real just if the connection with Eddie was. Letter was out, which automatically put and email, a text, or a phone call out of the question. As much as he was utterly terrified about your reaction he knew that telling you about Venom could only be done in person.

Eddie knew he couldn't put off telling you for any longer, the truth had to be revealed soon enough. If you weren't suspicious about his behavior at times or theorized reasons why he might have been acting off, then he believed the doubts would be coming soon. Still, he wanted to make what he assumed might be the last day with you, a special one and at the same time, something completely ordinary.

Truly you hadn't suspected much of anything until you walked in the door to find that Eddie had prepared one of your favorite dinners. His behavior prior had never been secretive, had never caused you to worry. Certainly there were times when you felt he might have been hiding something but given the fact that he was a journalist and keeping his sources secret was part of the job description, you let yourself believe that a story was the reason for the oddity.

Now there were no excuses to make for him. Eddie mumbled out a brief greeting before turning back towards the stove as you set your keys down and kicked off your shoes. You wanted to say something, to broach the subject of what was going on because you didn't want the suspense of thinking that everything was coming to an end. You might have done so if not for the simple fact that you didn't want anything to end. Didn't want what you had with Eddie to end.

Dinner was quiet, brief moments of the conversations you would have typically had being set up and torn down in mere seconds. Eddie was avoiding the subject, you were avoiding asking. Neither of you wanted to be the person who started the journey to the end. Eddie knew it had to be him though, it was his secret and not yours to try and figure out. The television playing in the background fell to commercials and there was nothing left to keep Eddie from pretending to be distracted.

"I need to tell you something" he spoke.

You nodded, "Go on."

Eddie paused, he knew what the truth was, knew that this was the intent always, still. Still there was always a chance to change the facts, to lie. Of course he didn't get that luxury and he knew it. Venom wasn't something he could keep from anyone forever, the truth was there and it needed to be told.

"I never really told you the truth about Carlton Drake, about what happened the first time I interviewed him or what happened after. I know I should have except I'm sure you wouldn't have believed me. You still might not believe me."

"I trust you Eddie, whatever it is you can be honest you know that."

"I'm Venom"

There it was, all laid bare before you. And you were staring at him as though he'd just told you that he was a werewolf. He wondered if that was easier to believe. Venom of course had taken his name as an announcement to appear and your gaze traveled from Eddie to the Symbiote that made his appearance, greeting you and threatening to eat you all in the same sentence.

Eddie had a lot of theories as to how you would react after the truth was told, you laughing was not one of them.

"Oh that's so much better than you breaking up with me. I was trying to figure out who I was going to call and where I was going to go. This is nothing."

"Nothing!" Eddie and Venom shouted at the same time.

"Ok ok. Venom, you're not nothing I'm sorry. And Eddie, it's weird, I'm not going to lie, but we can work with it."

Venom nodded and emphasized that it was important to be considered not nothing. Eddie on the other hand kept uttering words that didn't seem to make any sense. However you knew what his question was.

"Look. It's not normal but you know it's not normal which is why you kept it a secret for so long. Venom is a part of you and I love you so I'll get used to Venom. Besides with all the Venom crime footage I always thought it was pretty cool"

Eddie was stunned, grateful, and overwhelmed. Venom just listed off the foods he would prefer you to bring to the apartment from now on.

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[kumezyzo]

The Amazing Venom

Peter 3 x OC

summary.... Peter Parker and Alina (AJ) Brock (Daughter of Eddie Brock) have been best friends for years, since they could remember. She can tell when he's lying or hiding something. He can tell when she's lying or hiding something. And their senior year of highshool is full of secrets and hiding: Peter becomes Spiderman, AJ's dad finds out something more dangerous about Carlton Drake, and the third person to their trio comes back after 8 years.

AJ has to face her emotions that continue to be brought up as she moves on in life. If you love hard, you grieve just as hard. But as she learns the hard way, empathy is not a stage of grief.

content warnings... | unrequited love | fluff | angst | character death (gwen...) | lots of phone call dialogue | absent parents | slow burn |

authors note... AJ is half latina cause i said so 😤 | updates are slow on here. i have a whole schedule on AO3, but i know some people dont like using ao3. i get it. | the writing might be ass up until chapter 11 cause i crammed to get this done by nov. 30 | title is a big wip | also, i would love reader feedback and stuff cause i actually really love this story 😊

-nony

Table Of Contents

I... Eat It!

II... Secret Spaghetti

III... Dads

IV... Vans or Converse

V... Tell me

VI... Raw

VII... Get Up

VIII... AJ BROCKS PHOTOGRAPH DUDE :)

IX... Long Shot

X... Jolene

more chapters coming soon...

if you really wanna be notified every time i post a chapter, and you wanna be added to a taglist, just comment.

also, tell me if there are any mistakes on this, im not looking over it before i post it...

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Science & Faith | Carlton Drake x Reader (10/?)

Words: 2265

A/N: I'm just going to try and keep posting this series when I can regardless. There are some elements that are from the comics added that I hope they introduce in the MCU.

Science & Faith Masterlist

-

The Estranged

Eddie sipped on his beer as the news covered the release of William Fisk. Cameras continuously flashed as he left the guarded gates of the prison to his car. Reporters instantly swarmed the armed vehicle, pounding on the glass and trying to take a peek through the tinted windows.

“What’s the point in bothering the guy?” the bartender muttered, “It’s not like he’s gonna say anything new.”

Eddie whipped out his phone and sent a quick text to you and Dora before paying for his drink. He slid off of his stool and headed out, worried about how vague your replies had been for the past few days. Whenever he asked about the blackout, you would say that your boss was looking into it and that there was only so much you knew about it.

When he had gone into Life Foundation to meet Dora, she had told him about the Super Collider that Doctor Octavius had been building for Fisk before he died. He wondered why you hadn’t told him about it, unless there was something else that you were hiding from him. It was clearly something important for someone to break into Life to steal the blueprints and powerful enough to wipe out the power lines in a big portion of New York City.

With that thought in mind, he sent another text, one to Anne to check up on you. If you won’t tell him what was going on, surely you’d tell Anne.

-

The key to getting the Spider Squad back into their own universes had finally been put together. The problem was, when they had left to look for the Collider, it seemed to have been tampered with or overloaded and broken. They hoped that there would be enough data left behind that could tell them what was going on.

“There were attempts,” Peter said, looking at the data, “of trying to get it to work.”

“But tampering with space and time isn’t like opening a door from point A to point B,” Tony added, crossing his arms. “These are rifts to different universes. Whatever went wrong had caused all of you to end up here. Which raises another question; who the hell is doing this? Fisk had been squatting in jail and Doc Ock had been killed from a lab accident. That building had been completely shut down.”

Gwen stood next to Peter, eyes scanning the data projected in front of her. If the person who had messaged her is who she thinks it is, that must mean that the failed Collider had brought her to this universe as well. But, that also means that it ruled her out as a possible suspect that could have tampered with the Collider.

“How’s Peni and Noir?” Peter asked her softly.

Gwen grimaced. “They’re dealing with it. Miles is helping (Y/n) and their team to monitor them. For now, they’ve got a temporary stabilizer working, but they need to go in every day to get it checked.”

“And you?”

“I’m feeling it more. So is Miles… We’ll figure it out, Peter,” she assured him.

“Yeah? Did you have a Peter in your universe that always figured things out?”

“I had. He was one of my best friends. He couldn’t figure out everything, but at least he admitted it… most of the time… and reached out for help. With all of us together, I know we can fix this.”

She squeezed his shoulder and walked away towards the elevator. There was something that she needed to be sure of, but she didn’t want to bring it up and distract Peter about the current task at hand. Gwen knew that you were currently with Peni and Noir and went straight to the lab.

You were reviewing different designs that could configure Tony’s iron glove into an atomic stabilizer of sorts while your team was doing their routine check up on Peni and Noir. Miles sat on the side nervously, eyes flicking back and forth between his two new friends and you. No one knew how long it was going to take to solve this and no one knew how long they had until they were ripped apart as their atoms tried to get them back to their original universes. Miles was a big help in relaying information to you, what it was like being pulled through the portal, when exactly each person started feeling the side effects, and what that experience was like, so that you had a better understanding of what you were dealing with.

Gwen sat down at one of the stools nearest you, waiting for the right moment to speak. Once Peni and Noir’s check up was finished, they made their way back to their rooms, doctor’s orders. Miles got up from his seat, glancing at Gwen who gestured for him to go ahead. He nodded, resting a hand on Peni’s head as the three of them left.

You turned away from the screen, raising an eyebrow at Gwen. She exhaled slowly, turning on the stool to fully face you.

“Who do you think would have tampered with the Collider?” Gwen asked.

You shrugged. You weren’t expecting her to ask you that kind of question, figuring that it was already something that had been discussed with the others. “It would have to be someone from this universe who could have used it, but all the ones I know from the top of my head wouldn’t have been able to, and yet -”

Your phone interrupted your train of thought, Anne’s name popping up on the screen. “I need to… hold on a second.”

Gwen nodded. “It’s okay.”

“Hello?”

“Hey, (Y/n/n), how’s everything over there?” Anne asked.

“It’s… complicated, to say the least. How about over there? Has Dora found anything yet?”

You heard her sigh, followed by a thud, which you assume was her briefcase. She must have just gotten home. “More like someone found her. Eddie had gone to see her when the lab was broken into. He made it just in time, too. Her and Scream had been locked in one of the symbiote test chambers by someone who really needed those Super Collider blueprints.”

“What? Who?” Your eyes caught Gwen shifting uneasily in her seat.

“I don’t know. Eddie said it was this girl in a black and gray costume. A red mask was covering her face. Oh, and she’s also from another universe. He didn’t really have the time or eloquence to properly explain it to me, but I think I got the gist. So, parallel universes, huh?”

“Something like that. Does this mysterious woman shoot webs or anything?”

Anne huffed. “She did. From her fingers, apparently. Would the Avengers know anything about that?”

“Yeah, we do, actually. I’m going to call you back later today, Annie, I just need to deal with something right now.”

“Alright. Please keep us updated,” Anne pleaded, “We were worried.”

“I will. Bye.”

You leaned an arm against your desk, taking a moment to process this new information. “There was another spider person that was brought here,” you started, “Is that why you came to me?”

Gwen nodded. “She… Cindy was a friend of mine. I thought I was the only one that got bitten by the radioactive spider, but she did, too. When our friend died, she didn’t take it too well. She lost her family not long after. It was like a switch had gone off and she suddenly became this other person.”

“Right, so she would have a good enough reason to set off the Collider, but she’s from your universe. There would be no way that it was her.” You plopped down on the seat next to Gwen, taking her hand. “She took the blueprints for the Super Collider, Gwen. I also want to know who activated it in the first place, but if she manages to get that machine up and running again, who knows what will happen.”

“I know. There’s so much going on right now and I needed to tell someone. She contacted me, that’s how I knew that she was here. If we go after her, she’ll be prepared to go against us.” She squeezed your hand, ducking her head as a heaviness settled in her chest. “I don’t want to fight her. I don’t want to lose another friend.”

“I understand,” you said softly. “Let’s hope it won’t come down to that.”

-

It took a while, but Eddie managed to contact someone to help hack into Carlton’s old computer and unearth his hidden files. Together, Eddie and Dora sorted through any potential leads that could give them answers about the Collider and anyone else who had access to it before the lab was destroyed. So many projects that were pitched to Carlton that he had saved and locked away.

He had his chance of being a hero, of making a difference. Tony Stark had even tried many times to reach out to him, and that was saying something. From the notes that Dora found, he had been exchanging correspondences with Doctor Octavius a few years back, discussions on possible project collaborations and the Collider.

Doctor Octavius found out why Fisk wanted the Collider and continued to build it for his own curiosity. If it were to fail, he’d make sure that Fisk would not have the blueprints. Thanks to the discovery of the symbiotes, all of that was put on the backburner as long as the blueprints were safely hidden from everyone. Fisk wasn’t the only one that was interested in interdimensional traveling.

Eddie had left an hour ago to see if he could get an interview with Fisk when a video call from Stark Towers pulled Dora away from the files. She answered without looking at who it was, writing down notes as she spoke. “I just found a couple of things that could be useful. I can send the files now,” she said.

“That would be great,” Carlton said, a small smirk on his face when Dora jumped.

“Doctor Drake, I… ,” she cleared her throat, taking a moment to compose herself. This wasn’t her boss Carlton Drake, the one who killed innocent people and threatened her family. This person hadn’t done anything to you, she reminded herself. “I’m surprised they allowed you access.”

He chuckled. “Yes, well, they’ve got an Avenger monitoring me, so it’s not free reign.” He glanced over his shoulder at Bucky who was watching him closely. “So, what skeletons have you found in my evil twin’s closet?”

Dora adjusted her glasses. “I don’t know if it’s appropriate to call him evil twin. For all we know, you could be lying about yourself as well.”

“That is true, but the Tony Stark from my universe can vouch for me on this,” Carlton countered. He lowered his gaze, frowning. “Why did (Y/n) stay with me for so long? Why couldn’t they just leave if I was so horrible?”

“You need to ask them yourself,” she said with a sigh. “What about you?”

“What?” He raised his head

“What about you and the (Y/n) from your universe. What happened?”

He licked his lips, his shoulders slumping. Talking about it was inevitable and he had been waiting for the right time to do so with you, but there was never a right time. Dr. Dora Skirth was one of if not the most trusted researcher at Life Foundation and also your close friend. Surely, she was safe to confess to.

“It wasn’t pretty. I was careless and the project just got out of hand. When (Y/n) tried to contain it, they got hurt. They got hurt pretty bad and, uh, our attempts to save them failed. They‘re gone now… because of me.”

The silence stretched on, tugging on his anxiety. This universe’s Carlton Drake was quickly established as someone that nobody could ever trust again, a danger to himself and those around him due to his ambitions. Now that he had confessed that his actions in his own universe had endangered you, what will they think of him now?

Dora let out another heavy sigh as she fixed her glasses. “Look…,” she paused trying to articulate her words, “I hope you know that our (Y/n) is not the same as your (Y/n) and that you’re not using them as some replacement.”

“No. No, of course not. I just… I just miss them, you know, and seeing their face again… Alive.” Carlton gave her a melancholy smile. “I wanted to get to know them more. We were supposed to sit down and talk, but my and the others’ condition is getting worse. We can only estimate how long we each have before it tears us apart.”

He seemed genuine enough. The rest was all up to you whether you wanted to interact with him or not. Dora trusted you to make that decision, so she didn’t continue with that subject.

“I’m sending you guys what I’ve found so far,” she said.

-

Fisk strolled through the desolate penthouse, surprised to see almost everything intact. He picked a competent security team. Or so he thought.

Striding over to his desk, there was an old file folder with a post it note attached to the top.

“We need a scientist and I know just the place to find them -S,” it read in neat script.

He flipped the file open, inhaling sharply at the contents. The blueprints for the collider. He can resume what he started. Whoever this person is, he’ll have to leave the rest to them.

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[alainadavisauthor]

Hello all! I’m currently writing a Venom fanfic. I thought Carlton Drake needed more love. Check it out if you like!

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MARVEL MASTERLIST

Who Do You Think You Are?

The Only Support I Need Is Yours

Solitude

Kinktober Day 2: Spanking *

Kinktober Day 14: Cunnilingus *

Kinktober Day 23: Voyeurism (x Steve Rogers) *

How Sweet 1 2 (HIATUS)

Kinktober Day 4: Mirror Sex *

Kinktober Day 6: Daddy *

Kinktober Day 24: Voyeurism (x Bucky Barnes) *

A Small Glance

Fun Times 1

CARLTON DRAKE

Kinktober Day 8: Angry/Hate Sex *

Kinktober Day 17: Public *

BILLY RUSSO

Kinktober Day 9: Bondage *

LOKI LAUFEYSON

Kinktober Day 10: Hair-pulling *

FRANK CASTLE

Kinktober Day 12: Shower *

EDDIE BROCK

Kinktober Day 16: Frottage *

SAM WILSON

Kinktober Day 20: Dirty Talk *

THOR ODINSON

Kinktober Day 21: Handjob *

DRABBLES

All drabbles are under tag: kboogie drabbles

* = SMUT/NSFW

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I decided to add another Villain That I would gladly accept requests of and that is “Carlton Drake” from the movie “Venom”

So if anyone is interested please send requests of one of those three.”

- “Roman Sionis” from “Birds Of Prey”

- “Prince Nuada” from “Hellboy 2 : The Golden Army”

- “Carlton Drake” From “Venom” (With or without Riot)

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[pinejayy]

Sweet Human (Riot smut)

I've gotten some request for some Riot smut and I'm here to please so enjoy!!

Rating: R (smut duh, a bit of sadist Riot, oral female receiving, little bit of masturbating, pet names, a bit teasing, biting)

Word count: +1.9k

You paced around the room, of course your husband Carlton Drake had to do some over time and stay in for work even more. You were happy with him and he's a great guy but obviously he puts work first than his relationship. Today he promised to come home early so you guys could have some dinner you made and watch a movie and cuddle. You tried calling him or leaving him text messages but nothing from him, your blood boiled a bit.

"Obviously work is more important than your wife." Was the last thing you texted him before you threw your cell phone on the bed before stroming off to the bathroom, walking into the bathroom you locked the door so when Carlton came back he wouldn't be able to enter. Maybe a bath would calm you down a bit. Turning on the water, you made sure the water was just the perfect temperature, and added some bubbles. You slowly started to strip down and step into the warm bubby bath, feeling relaxed you closed your eyes for a bit.

....

Carlton was racing down the highway, he couldn't believe he forgot that he promised that he would have come home early so you two could spend some time, but of course work had to get to him. He knew you were probably mad again. And he expected the cold shoulder from you again. But Riot didn't want the cold shoulder again because of Carlton doing. They both wanted to hold you, you and Carlton haven't had sex for three weeks now. And Riot was getting all frustrated he needed you badly, and he was gonna get you tonight no matter what.

As Carlton was racing down the freeway Riot was arguing with him.

"You wouldn't have to always be like this if put always put stupid work first than our wife, stupid human."

"My Wife." Carlton hissed. "Just shut up we are almost there okay."

....

As you were in the bathtub relaxing, the warm water felt nice against your body, you sighed softly. You did wish Carlton was here with you, heck you even miss Riot even though he wasn't the nicest. While you relaxed you slowly started to rub your inner thighs missing their touch and sweet kisses against your neck. Slowly your fingers started to make their way to your womenhood, biting your lip softly as you moan. You rub yourself slowly, slipping a finger, slowly started moving in and out. The water felt so great at the moment. Soon after you added a other finger increasing the pleasure for yourself. Throwing your head back as you moan. As your soft moans became louder you heard a knock on the door, you immediately stopped.

"What do you want" You yelled, staying in the tub still.

"Are you okay in there? I hear-"

"Yes I'm fine.." You quickly cut him mid sentence. Sighing you got out of the tub, and unplugged the drain so the water would go away, grabbing a towel you wrapped it around your body.

You unlocked the door, looking at your husband and just walked pasted him. Ignoring him. Walking past his you walked to your underwear dresser grabbing a underwear and bra. Your back facing him.

"Please, look I know got distracted by work but could you talk to me please..sweetheart we could even go to a small vacati-" Carlton spoke up but stopped when you dropped your towel. Putting on your underwear and bra made him harden a bit. And boy was Riot going crazy but Carlton tried to stay calm but the symbiote wasn't helping.

You turned to face him and narrowed your eyes. "Hmm wow not like I already knew that and a vacation for what? So you could work more while I'm distracted? No thank you Mr Drake. Now why don't you go back to work you wouldn't love that huh?" You hissed at him. Riot was already going crazy, and Carlton couldn't hold him back anymore.

Turning your back again at him you started to look for a pair pj's when you felt a hand on shoulder. "Fuck off Carlton, I don't wanna see your face." You said, and looked at the hand it wasn't Carlton, but a huge grey hand...Riot of course. He gripped your shoulder tightly. You whispered softly, he turned you around so you face him. He held your tight, pinning you against by a near by wall.

"Mmm I missed you sweet human, and Carlton misses you too." He whispered against your ear.

You just stood there, you've never been this close to Riot yeah you've seen him but Carlton would never let him near you because of the fear of him hurting you or scaring you away. And he's doing a great job at that, yeah I mean you cared about the symbiote but he scary. "Sure he does now please leave me alone, I wish to be alone.." You demanded. But also you sounded scared which only caused Riot to laugh. His hands made their way down to your hips, with a tight grip. He wanted you really badly, Carlton was yelling in head for him to stop that he was definitely gonna scare you away. But that didn't stop him.

"Ah trying to be brave huh little girl" He said, dragging his cold long wet tongue across your neck. You bite your lip, struggling against his hold but it only gotten tighter causing you to whimper in pain. Riot picked you up, throwing you on the bed, before you could move he was on top of you. His tongue dragging across your chest. "You're gonna fucking scare her away stop it!" Carlton yelled in his head. That didn't stop Riot, "Shut up and it's my turn as I please OUR wife and you watch." He said. You looked at him, assuming he was speaking to Carlton. But pleasure you, does he even know how to do that? Riot turned his attention towards you. "Just because you're our wife doesn't mean I'm gonna take it easy on you. Got it, now be a good girl and behave." He said. You nodded. And he smiled widely, showing his razor sharp teeth even more. He leaned in, he started to take in your smell. "We know what you were doing in the bathroom, and we can help out"

You couldn't help but blush hard, Riot looked at you, soon after he ripped your underwear and bra. "H-hey!" You stutter out, but he gave you a look and you quickly looked down. He slowly started to rub your clit, you moan softly.

Leaning in he licked your lips, probably asking for permission but you didn't allow it. So he growled softly, removing his hand away from your womenhood, and grabbed your side and slightly drugged his claws into your flesh, breaking the skin you started to bleed, you yelp in pain which was the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. He was literally deep throating you with his tongue, you couldn't help out but moan in pleasure around his tongue which caused him to moan as well. After a while he slipped his tongue out of your mouth, a strain of saliva was on his tongue and on yours.

He slowly started to make his way down, licking your neck as he got lower he held your legs open so you wouldn't be able to close them. His tongue dragging across your inner thighs, taking his time you whimper softly. "Please.."

Riot quickly looked at you, were you really begging, his smile grew wider. He stopped his actions.

"Please...Riot, I need you. God I need you to teach me a lesson." You beg out.

He just chuckled and leaned his face towards yours, he licked your neck. You groan, trying to move your hips to at least get some kind of friction against your wet core. He looked at you, it really did turn him hearing you beg. He wanted to taste you, making his way down again he wasted no time slipping his tongue inside you. You moan out, arching your back, your legs hung over his shoulders. Riot tongue started to move around, he groaned at how sweet you tasted.

He repeatedly hits your g-spot which caused you to moan out more, as he was eating you out he couldn't help but dig his claws into your hips drawing blood out. Throwing your head back you keep moaning in pure bliss and cry out. God he was gonna kill you, as he continued to fuck you with tongue, you felt your stomach tighten up and moan even more, god you were close and Riot didn't look like he was done with you. As your walls tighten around his tongue you came hard. Moaning louder you cry out, that didn't keep him from stopping, he repeated moved his tongue inside of you until you came again. He licked up all your juices and removed his tongue.

You panted heavily "You taste sweet my sweetheart." He said. Causing you to blush. He started to hover you. You look at him with lust in your eyes. "Hmm get ready because I don't do sweet and slow."

You nodded, and looked at his member, it was longer than anyone's you seen. And you were a bit scared. You looked at him, ready.

He leaned in, rubbing your face. He positioned himself. Before you could react to anything he quickly entered you. Not giving you any time to adjust to his size he started to thrust in and out of you. Wrapping your legs around him whimpering out in pain. He groaned at how tight you. He started to pick up his pace, his movement became faster and deeper. Repeatedly hitting your g-spot. Riot tongue started to move across your chest, slightly licking your nipples. Your moans became louder, I'm pretty sure the neighbors could hear you. Riot slowly made his way to your neck.

You whimper a bit, afraid of what's gonna happen, his teeth slowly touched your skin. Smirking at you, he slowly started to bite you until he bit down onto your neck. Gasping out, you cover your mouth so you wouldn't have to cry out loud. Feeling blood run down he started to lick it up as he continued to thrust into you roughly. You felt cum again, moaning you came hard again. Riot picked up the pace he didn't want to stop until he also came. It was until you came three more times he finally came inside of you. Holding your hips in place, he thrusts became slower. He pulled out, and held you close. You snuggled him.

"Omg look at you!"

You heard a worried voice, looking up to only see Carlton. He looked at your light bruises, the scratch marks and that terrible bite mark. He was about to get up but you stopped him. "Please stay here sweetie."

He looked at you, that was the first cute nickname you've called him in weeks. He laid besides you, holding you gently.

"Sorry about him. And all of this. And about work.." He started to speak quickly.

You look at him and kissed him slightly and pulled back and smiled softly. "It's okay really. And for the work thing I need to be more understanding." You say looking at him.

"Look why don't we have a small vacation, just us." He said softly, holding you gently.

You nodded. "I would love that."

"Good, because you know that I love you. We love and care about you." He said, kissing your head.

You smile "I love both of too."

"Now why don't you rest princess and tomorrow we could go get breakfast or breakfast in bed."

Smiling even more, you fell asleep.

(That sucked tbh)

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[marvel-lous-things]

I mean at least Marvel's continuing their trend of introducing disturbingly hot villains in every single movie who make you question whether your morals even exist anymore amirite

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[partiallyprecarious]

When you’ve only had one coffee and people start dissing Eddie Brock.

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[thegreedygoblin-deactivated42069]

eddie brock is a fucking bottom and don’t you ever forget that

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