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hybridequalist · 10 months

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So...I forgot to give my tumblr lovelies this chapter. Oops?

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Blinding whiteness. Whose idea was it to make sidewalks white? Why on earth did people insist on light colors for exterior spaces? You'd only just stepped outside and already your eyes were assaulted by aggressive, California sun bouncing off the crowded hospital parking lot. It was almost enough to tempt you to turn right around and search the gift shop for sunglasses or a hat of some kind to protect yourself.

"THERE SHE IS, EDDIE. WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER?"

"Let's giver her a second, she just got a full face of sunlight."

You squinted though tears, looking for your friends--and your ride. You could faintly see someone further down the walkway, sitting on a shiny object that only added to the glare. A few blinks and a hand to shade your face clarified the image: Eddie Brock, still wearing a full jacket despite the sunny day, seated atop his motorcycle. You marched over, waving a greeting. The reporter responded with a nod, shrugging off his backpack and retrieving his extra helmet for you.

"YOU SEEM WEARY, MORSEL," Venom commented. "DID SOMETHING KEEP YOU FROM SLEEP? OR PERHAPS SOMETHING ELSE?"

"It's nothing important," you brushed it off, trying to keep the memory of the weird person from the night before out of your thoughts--you just wanted to go home, eat real food and sleep in your own bed where strangers couldn't encroach on your rest.

The symbiote felt unsatisfied with your answer, but took your words with no further complaint. You tugged on the helmet and settled onto the bike, wrapping your arms securely around Eddie's middle and resisting your natural instinct to pull away when the jacket stretched and lightly secured itself to your skin. With just a few more minor adjustments, the engine began to purr and the motorcycle pulled away from the curb.

It was a funny thing, holding on to another person like this: your rational mind knew that it was just a safety precaution, just the safest position to ride this vehicle, but that didn't stop your heart-rate from rising at the realization that you were holding onto someone in even a slightly intimate way. Stupid oyxtocin; you weren't even touching skin. How long had it been since you'd actually hugged someone? There weren't many people who you felt comfortable asking for such a thing, especially not since moving out on your own. And Eddie didn't feel like a man who was super upfront about breaking that contact barrier. His partner, on the other hand, had no such qualms: Venom was all about the tactile experience, maybe because he was so entwined in sharing his host's sensory perceptions of the world? It probably didn't help that he was very well equipped to hold onto things with his goo-like body and ability to produce tentacle appendages. You wondered what it felt like to be the host when he took over, to be fully surrounded by another being.

Maybe you were more sleep-deprived than you'd suspected. Why were you imagining being held by an alien (and his host)? Why were the thoughts strangely appealing? You didn't even know if you could host Venom in the first place--and being a poor match sounded like a bad time all around. Maybe you were still a bit spooked from the other night and were craving comfort a touch more than usual. Yes, that had to be it. No other reason why you wanted to never let go of the man driving the bike.

Your apartment building couldn't appear quick enough, but in hardly any time at all (or a short eternity--you really had no sense of time right now), you were tugging off the borrowed helmet and taking a moment to fix your appearance from the constant wind. You quickly waved goodbye at the pair and started towards the complex door, determined to just get to your room, put on your comfy pj's and distract yourself from the tangled feelings that had arisen.

"Hey."

You paused, hand on the door handle, and glanced back at Eddie.

"I know this is probably an awkward time to ask," he shrugged, "but would you be willing to consider sitting for an interview sometime? It's the one I mentioned back at the grocery store."

"EDDIE! WHY ARE YOU THINKING ABOUT WORK RIGHT NOW?! I THOUGHT WE WERE GOING TO ASK THAT OTHER GUY?"

"Chillax, Vee. It never hurts to ask just in case."

"I can only promise to think about it," you signed before repeating your wave farewell and tugging open the door. You remained beside it, however, keeping one eye on the bike through the small, decorative window that sat at eye level. Though slightly warped through the wavy glass, you were able to watch as Eddie revved his motorcycle and pulled away from the curb.

"EDDIE, THIS COULD BE RISKY FOR HER IF SHE SAYS YES."

"She's free to refuse. I think she will say no, but if I didn't ask then we'd never know. Besides, we can keep her anonymous and that jacka..."

The thoughts left your range and the usual snippets of traffic replaced the familiar internal voices. Heaving a sigh, you headed for the front office, where you knew Lauren spent business hours if not needed elsewhere. Poking your head into the open doorway, you spotted your landlady on her computer, writing a schedule of some kind. She'd had her hair done recently you noticed, her previously fading cyan braids replaced with her natural dark afro. This was new--normally she get some other eye-catching color right away (she'd been talking about doing pink or lilac). Was she taking a break from dyeing? Or was this just temporary?

You noticed her phone was resting under her arm and immediately shot her a quick text, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

Behind you

Lauren picked up when she felt the vibration, read the text and immediately glanced back at where you stood. She instantly did a double-take and jolted to her feet. Without a word, she rushed forward, arms outstretched. Despite being able to see though both her actions and thoughts, the force of Lauren's hug was surprising and you staggered a step or two catching her and returning the embrace.

Her thoughts were scattered: she was overjoyed to have you back home, overwhelmed with equal concern regarding your health and already bearing the full weight of her work on top of it all. When she released your shoulders, her eyes flickered over your face, searching for any sign that something might be off, any indication that you were unwell.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"A-okay," you responded. "Headaches are all gone, no bumps. The doctor I was seeing was very considerate too."

"I made some lunch since I knew you'd be back soon-ish. Come."

Lauren offered her hand, which you lightly grasped, and lead you back into the hall and down towards her own apartment. Once inside, she released you to fetch a tray of sandwiches, which she set up on her table alongside some plastic plates.

Once the pair of you had settled into munching on lunch--you almost cried at the fresh ingredients after a few nights in the hospital--Lauren took it upon herself to share the news of the past few days. Including, it seemed, some rather pertinent news for you specifically.

"Someone asked for you by name. Most ordinary-looking man I've ever seen. Business casual dress, short hair. Refused to give a name, left as soon as I refused to name any tenants. Reminded me a bit of when the undercover cops try to snoop around, but something about it was...off. I don't know how else to describe it."

"Did he know my full name? Or just first name?" you signed, squinting a little as you tried to remember the faces of anyone who might be putting an effort to find you. Most Agents wouldn't be so bold as to confront a non-relative, but you had successfully avoided them for the most part since leaving High School. Could it be the others then? Of course, most of them wouldn't exactly fit the description of "ordinary-looking" unless they were someone totally new that you'd never met...

"He had your first name very clear. He wasn't as certain on the last name. Any ideas what that was about?"

"None," you partially lied. You had ideas, of course, but the likelihood of those ideas being real were slim at best. "Was that the only stuff I missed, then?"

"That's all in terms of news, but I did want to have a little chat with you before you head home and unwind."

Lauren pressed her hands together and pursed her lips. Her thoughts buzzed like an overexcited hive of honeybees, flitting this way and that as she tried to decide how to open the conversation. You stared at the sandwich in your grasp, willing yourself to ignore the images your landlady had flashing around in her head. You could feel your appetite drying up as your stomach began to twist with nerves.

"Is it bad?" you asked, glad that your hands managed to keep from trembling too much.

"I don't mean to stress you out or anything. It's about Eddie. I did some...research about him."

She couldn't know. There was no way Lauren was able to make the connection between Eddie and the "Demon of San Francisco" rumors. Her thoughts didn't seem to indicate that specific path, but there was definitely some genuine, serious concern for you.

"And what did your background check reveal?" you asked, trying to make your face and signing indicate a teasing tone though your stomach was so knotted you might accidentally give yourself abs.

"Don't get smart," Lauren chastised lightly, rolling her eyes. "Your Eddie is Eddie Brock, the investigative journalist guy--he had some kind of segment on the news that got cancelled a while back."

You nodded, recognizing a few of the clips that Lauren was thinking of.

"Apparently he was briefly fired due to pissing off someone with influence and there was a whole smear campaign put against him. But that's not what bothered me. I doubt he's mentioned it since you've only recently been hanging out, but he used to be engaged to someone, a lawyer I think. From what I found...Eddie used his fiancée's confidential information to make some accusations and it got her into serious trouble."

"But why tell me all this?" you questioned, still uncomfortable.

"This was all in the past year; I just think you should know what kind of guy you're hanging out with. Just something to keep in mind."

You didn't detect any malice in Lauren's thoughts--not directly at any rate. It was...concern for you. She didn't want you getting too attached to someone who might be sketchy, no matter how good-looking or charming he was. You briefly wondered what her reaction to Venom would be--probably terror, if you were going to be wholly honest.

In all honesty, this wasn't all new information: you'd done a quick web search on Eddie when you'd first learned his name and knew there had been some drama about his reporting career, but there hadn't been much detail about why, just implying he'd gotten in trouble for poking around. The oh-so minor detail of a fiancée caught in the crossfire was rather startling, though; Eddie had always come across as something as a loner, at least externally--Dr. Dan was the only person who has really shaken that perception.

"Well.." you shrugged, "Thank you for your concern, Lauren. I know you mean well, but I am an adult who can take care of myself."

You felt a little bad having to sign it so explicitly, but your landlady's persistent mothering streak needed to be nipped in the bud before it branched too far. Of course being able to see exactly where she was coming from (with her mind reflecting on memories of protecting a few of your neighbors from abusive partners and family) didn't exactly make it easy, but you didn't need her doing anything risky in the name of protecting you--you had the best early warning system in the world to keep yourself away from dangerous people. Of course, she didn't know that bit either--all she could see of you was what you presented, the partial mask of "normal human".

You politely excused yourself, taking your half-nibbled sandwich with you as you exited Lauren's home. You pondered what you had learned, frowning lightly to yourself. If your understanding of the timeline was correct, then Venom had entered Eddie's life sometime after he'd been fired from his job within the last year--meaning he'd entered the picture after Eddie's breakup with his fiancée. Is that what he'd meant about people walking out of their life? Or had that just been a general statement, conjured by the number of contacts that being a reporter brought?

The keys to your door scrabbled against the lock for a moment as you absent-mindedly stepped inside your home, kicking your shoes off.

There was also the whole thing about an interview--Eddie had mentioned the article twice now and it had been a prevalent thought during most of the time you'd spent with him outside of the hospital. He seemed very interested in your opinion about some newly proposed law that had recently been under heavy debate. You hadn't been paying too much attention, but apparently there was going to be an "official" record of anyone with powers of any kind. It had always been kind of odd hearing about it because, as far as you knew, those records were already being maintained, it just wasn't public knowledge to the "unpowered" majority. Was the department just too small now to keep up their work in the shadows? Were they expanding their reach in response to some top-secret incident? Or was this an independent move?

What could Eddie possibly want you to say in the interview? Did he think this was a big controversy within the mutant community? (Was he aware that there even was a community?) Or was he just looking for a credible quote, to actually put a mutant's words in his article to "spice up" the story?

You knew he'd asked in good faith--he seemed almost pre-prepared to accept rejection, actually. Unlike with Dr. Dan though, you got the sense that it wasn't exactly his natural response to be okay with that--it was a learned skill and a decently recent addition to his metaphorical toolbelt; he was being intentionally conscientious of you, pushing away his natural, rabid curiosity and other potential agendas in an attempt to not intimidate you. How much of that was his partner's urging, you had no real reference for.

A headache began to pulse behind your eyes and you squeezed them shut in an attempt to relieve the pressure. The thoughts of your neighbors--including those above and below--were starting to encroach on your brain, a mixed, multitoned cacophony. The old man two door down was upset about something on TV. The toddler above you desperately needed a nap but couldn't articulate their tiredness to their equally exhausted parent. The grade-school brothers across the hall were playing swords, compounding their excitement. The teen metalhead had some heavy drumbeat pounding and intense in their headphones. Someone walked by on the sidewalk, counting the windows. The college student somewhere below your feet was crying at a romcom. The housewife had just started a spicy segment of her novel. Someone, somewhere, was bored. Someone else was hungry. Another thought from someone, was this a new one? had you already experienced that feeling? Who was it? What was it?

Sudden pain in your foot pulled you partially out of the spiraling mental carousel --you'd accidentally kicked the doorframe of your bathroom while stumbling towards it. Desperate and nearly blind from the sensations all the thoughts kept inserting into your brain, you felt around the cabinet where you kept the strongest commercial sleeping pills money could buy. You shoved one of the chalky tablets into your mouth and forced yourself to swallow it before practically sprinting towards your bed.

You prayed the drugs would kick in fast enough. To finally give you some silence.

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lysenfeu · 7 months

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Cheque Please!

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Prompt: Public

Summary: Venom gets a little too enthusiastic after you offer him a treat on date night with Eddie. Content: Smut (F/M), Semi-public sex, Alien sex, Tentacles/tendrils, Oral sex (F receiving)

A/N: I love my scrunkly journalist and his goo husband so much, absolute menaces the pair of them.

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Date night with Eddie was your favourite night of the week. This time he'd taken you out to a cozy Italian place with plush seating and gorgeous decor. You had spent the evening laughing at Eddie's ridiculous work stories and eating some of the best pasta you'd ever had. Now at the end of the night, you were comfortably buzzed after splitting a bottle of red wine and you were thoroughly enjoying your time with your adorable boyfriend.

The server approached your table and quickly cleared your empty plates before placing a small menu in front of you. "Are you interested in any coffee or dessert?"

An image on the front of the menu caught your eye immediately, an absolutely decadent-looking chocolate cake. Eddie must have seen the look on your face as he chuckled and promptly asked the server to bring you a slice. You were delighted when it arrived looking exactly like the picture. After the first bite, you’d thought you might have died and gone to heaven. Savouring every bite of the rich, velvety chocolate treat reminded you of a certain inky black someone with a sweet tooth.

Of course, everywhere Eddie went, Venom was with him. Never alone and never apart as Venom liked to say. The inseparable pair had revealed themselves to you awhile ago and after the initial shock of finding out the cute guy you’d been dating had an actual alien inside him, Venom had grown on you. You knew he was simmering somewhere under Eddie’s skin, seeing and hearing everything but knowing not to reveal himself too obviously.

"Hey, does the big guy want a bite?"

YES!

The symbiote roared to life in Eddie’s mind and he rolled his eyes at the overager tone of his other half.

"He does but he really doesn't deserve any. He’s been an absolute pain lately" Eddie's jacket sleeve wobbled a little, Venom subtly showing off his annoyance with his host's comments.

You pouted at your boyfriend. "Aw, come on babe. He can have a little bit."

AGREE WITH HER! SHE IS SMARTER THAN YOU.

Eddie sighed in resignation. "Alright, fine. But only if he promises to not be seen and behave." He did his best to glare at the alien in silent warning internally. Venom slipped out of Eddie's sleeve and dropped beneath the table, quickly extending himself over to where you were sitting. You arranged up the last pieces of the decadent dessert on your fork.

Eddie shook his head at you as you carefully lifted the tablecloth and held out the utensil in your lap. "You're way too soft on him, you know."

"It's just a piece of cake, shush."

Venom's head moved over to you, opening his jaws and unfurling his tongue, the long appendage moving around in anticipation of the chocolatey treat. A few strings of saliva splattered onto your thigh, cold and wet against your skin. An involuntary shiver raced down your spine and your grip on the fork tensed. You weren't a stranger to Venom teasing you, he’d been involved with both you and Eddie countless times, but having him do it unexpectedly in such a risky location was new.

The alien’s tongue reached out and curled around your wrist, pulling your whole arm under the table. The utensil wobbled dangerously before the symbiote could bring it closer, smearing the cake along your thigh as he dragged it towards his split open mouth. You didn’t get a moment to process the streak of crumbs and powdered sugar now decorating your leg before Venom’s tongue released your wrist and moved to lap at the mess, the wet thickness sliding along the soft skin on your inner thigh.

Venom blinked, cautiously smelling the air before recognizing the scent. He was smelling chocolate and you. You couldn't help your reaction, the cold spit and warm muscle in such a sensitive area left you wet and wanting more. Your thighs immediately tried to snap closed searching for friction but Venom caught you. Inky black tendrils split off from his form, gripping at your knees and prying them apart, giving him full access to you underneath the table. Your scent was overwhelming him and the alien desperately needed more. You shakily brought your hand back to the tabletop and clumsily dropped the fork on your plate, deeply distracted by the alien moving between your legs. Eddie looked at you curiously, you were flushed and biting down on your bottom lip to stop from making too much noise.

Vee? What’s going on?

Venom slid his impossibly long, wet tongue along your clothed cunt, soaking through the rest of the lacy fabric that you hadn’t already drenched.

DELICIOUS.

Eddie watched from across the table as your eyes widened and your mouth dropped open with a gasp. Eddie frowned, suspicious of the alien and somewhat worried about you.

What are you doing?

WE ARE SAYING THANK YOU.

Venom ran his tongue along your center again, dipping beneath the seam of your panties and finally tasting you. The symbiote was sending flashes of how you looked, felt and smelled straight into Eddie's mind. The dirty little secrets of how well you were responding to his teasing, how wet you already were, just for them. Venom thought you tasted even better than the cake and Eddie certainly wasn’t going to disagree.

As the images and sensations flooded Eddie's mind, his eyes darkened with lust and his cock twitched to life trapped in his jeans. He muttered something about public decent and how that’s not exactly behaving but fine.

Be quiet but don’t stop.

WE WILL NEVER STOP.

A tendril slithered up your thigh and along the edge of your panties, slipping underneath and pulling them to the side.

As quietly as possible, Venom licked at your fully exposed pussy, the tip of his tongue flicking hard against your clit. Electricity shot through you at the contact, You brought your napkin up to your lips to try and stifle the moans continuously threatening to escape you as Venom did it again and again, knowing just how to bring you right to the edge.

Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off you, his pupils were blown out with desire and his cock aching in his denims as Venom relayed every bit of your pleasure and taste to him. The symbiote was also sending him absolutely filthy suggestions of what they could both do to you back at home when Venom could come out to play properly. Visions of you spread out underneath them, hearing all those sounds you needed to supress right now, the two of them making you fall apart over and over. Eddie was nearly delirious from the onslaught of Venom's ideas. Your hands fisted into the table cloth and your eyes fluttered shut as Venom’s tongue slipped in and out of your soaking pussy, impossibly long and thick, dragging along your slick walls.

"Hey, hey." Eddie gently chided you from across the table. "Look at me." He reached out and grabbed your hand, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb against your palm.

You forced your eyes open to meet Eddie's gaze. The intensity on his face caught you off guard. He looked downright ravenous; like he wanted to devour you whole the same way Venom was trying to.

“You can take it, can’t you? Be good for us.”

A whine built in the back of your throat, both of your boys were clearly on board with this. The pair were getting off on teasing and torturing you in public, Venom treating you like his very own dessert. You could take it, you would be a good girl for them. Eddie asked so nicely, how could you disappoint him?

Eddie watched with rapt attention as you let Venom wreck you in public. None of the other tables would know anything out of the ordinary was happening but Eddie knew. He knew how hard you were trying to keep quiet as you were about to cum, how a mix of your juices and Venom’s saliva was dripping onto the chair underneath you as your thighs shook around Venom’s head. Vee finally pushed you over the edge, your pussy clamping down and convulsing around the alien’s soaked tongue Eddie saw you sink your teeth into your bottom lip as your eyes rolled back in your head and you came completely undone on Venom’s face, flooding the symbiote with your sweet flavour.

The alien appendages slowly withdrew from you as Venom slithered away and retracted back into Eddie, satisfied with himself for the moment. You felt Eddie squeeze your hand and ground you, helping you float back down to earth. When you opened your eyes, you caught Eddie staring at you with obvious lust and a hint of pride in his gaze.

“Such a good girl, you did great baby.”

You smiled lazily at him, still a little wobbly from the sensory overload but filled with warmth at the praise, These two would be the death of you one day, but you knew you’d enjoy every second of it. You were still trying to catch your breath and recover from the intense orgasm when the server approached the table again.

"How was the cake? Anything else I can get you?"

"Everything was great, we just need the cheque please." Eddie grinned at you, a predatory gleam in his eye.

"We should get going, there’s something we need to take care of at home.”

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A/N: Well that was a fun one! I really hope you enjoyed it, please leave a comment, reblog or like <3

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pastelclovds · 11 months

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another dom reader x eddie brock but this time with a breeding kink 🙏🙏

like reader's so desperate to get eddie pregnant and fucking him to oblivion~

love, siren

hope you're doing well, amethyst!! sending you all my love <3

eddie had no idea what he was thinking letting himself get convinced by venom of all beings to do something as lewd as this. but ever since you helped him and venom with their… heat (he was still having trouble understanding that those will be daily things in his life from now on), he had been thinking about how good it felt to be taken care of by you.

especially when he let venom take control, eddie could still feel everything. and he thought he would never live to see the day where having a pussy would actually feel amazing. especially when you filled them both up with your cum, feeling it drip out of his cunt and down your shaft. it was so warm.

eddie wanted more, and he knew for a fact that venom felt the same way. which leads them to this moment right now, allowing venom to make a pussy between his dick and asshole and you gripping onto his hips and making him shift up and down your cock.

you filled him up so perfectly. with every move his hips make, your cock keeps hitting all of his sweet spots and making his toes curl in pleasure. eddie could hear venom purrs and moans inside his head, begging you to go faster and harder, even though he knew you couldn’t hear him.

“haa- p-please, m-move faster,” eddie managed to groan out, his head was stuck between you pounding his pussy and hearing venom’s dirty words.

“f-fucking feels so good, breed us, use our cunt! their hands feel so good on our body eddie, ask them to choke us next.”

“oh god, o-oh fucking hell- use us please-“ eddie couldn’t finish his ramble when you suddenly made him switch positions so that his face was plush against the mattress as you pinned his hands beside him. he could feel your lips against his ear say, “I will use this perfect cunt as my cum dispenser, fill you both up to the brim until it’s overflowing,”

another thought pops into your head,

“and if I’m lucky, maybe I could fuck a baby into you two, my baby.” that sentence was the end for eddie and venom, their pussy gushed around your cock and their dick spurted ropes of cum onto the sheets of your bed, but you continued drilling into them, using their pussy for your own pleasure until you climaxed inside them.

eddie panted breathlessly, his eyes closed in bliss as venom purred loudly at the feeling of your warmth. “Round two, pretty boys?”

eddie opened his eyes, and with a euphoric smile he and venom said,

“yes.”

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darlingdekarios · 1 year

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buffet.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 3,146 content: Eddie Brock/Venom x f!reader, symbiote involvement, is this technically a threesome?, tentacles, smut [v fingering, unprotected p in v, alien tentacles & tongue, double penetration, receiving oral]

the only kind of sharing Eddie Brock will agree to.

It was really only a matter of time before something like this happened. After months of a casual fling with Eddie Brock – quick meetups in your office at work had evolved into hours spent between the sheets of your bed, which had turned into nights of him crawling into his bed beside you. The frequency that flowers came to your office signed with his name had increased, his visits to bring you lunch nearing every day – the other people who worked at the paper with you had their assumptions. And yet, despite the obviously growing intensity between the two of you, there had never been an official name put on whatever was transpiring.

But tonight, the two of you had escalated things by going to a very public press fundraiser together. It was the kind of event Eddie hated – everyone in their fancy suits and dresses, signing checks not to be good people but to make others think they were so, the sticks shoved firmly up their asses as they ate overly-expensive and shitty food. While most of the people present got an idea of the situation when you arrived arm-in-arm with him, the irresistible allure of every dip and curve in your body in your sleek black dress had pulled in attention you didn’t want – or need.

It was Eddie’s final thread snapping that had changed the evening. While you were speaking with one of your old colleagues, his eyes had lingered downward far too long for his taste, and he had put the man in his place with a raised voice. Veins protruding in his temples and neck, Eddie had openly chastised the man for being so indecent toward you, and in doing so confirmed what most of the people in the room already knew – he was hopelessly in love with you. You’d watched on, cheeks pink as you bit into your bottom lip, watching him loudly stake a claim over you that you had to wonder exactly when he’d began to feel entitled to it – not that you had any arguments to present.

It wasn’t a surprise when the two of you were escorted out and refused a car service home due to the scene he’d caused, and so you found yourselves walking through the park to return to whichever apartment was closest. The chilled air was helping to simmer the anger that was boiling in him, and yet he was still walking with an intensity that quickened his step, his breaths coming out in frustrated huffs. Once you were fully removed from the lights and sounds of the ongoing party behind you, one of your hands found its way to grip his shoulder, steadying his movements for a moment. Slipping your hands around his middle you pressed yourself to his back in a gentle hug, your cheek leaning against the leather of his jacket that was warm thanks to the heat he was giving off.

“I’ve never seen you like that over me, Eddie,” you purred, using a quiet voice to soothe him into the relaxation you knew you could bring him to. His large hands came to rest over yours on his stomach, a deep breath releasing from his chest with another huff.

“I’m sorry to embarrass you like that, baby,” he relented, his hands giving yours a light squeeze. His voice was hoarse, rough from the shouting he’d been doing not long before, and yet you knew him well enough to hear the hidden worry his voice carried – he didn’t want you to be angry for hastening the end of your first real night out together. “I didn’t mean to yell, I just…couldn’t handle the way he was looking at you. I didn’t fucking like how anyone there was looking at you, like I wasn’t even there. Like I wasn’t right fucking there.”

“You weren’t the one in the wrong, and I don’t think there’s any question about who I was there with now, Eddie,” you cooed quietly, sympathetic to his rising anger, knowing you could truly subside it whenever you wished. “And you don’t need to be sorry to me. I…will never complain about seeing you that way…for me.”

And at the same time you were coaxing him into a calm lull, the symbiote attached to him was in his mind, its words infused with something primal.

She likes when we show possession of her, Eddie. We can smell it on her.

Eddie turned himself then, his arms wrapping to hold you against him firmly as his eyes searched for yours in the pale moonlight. His mind less clouded in anger now, he took in the red hue to your cheeks, the way your bottom lip had already begun to swell due to your repeated biting, the way your eyes had begun to darken – this was a look he was familiar with, a look he coveted. His lips curved upward into a smirk, a look you also knew – a look that meant he’d finally relaxed enough to catch on. The hoarse gavel to his voice did nothing to satiate the flaming heat in your own stomach.

“Seeing me what way for you?” he inquired, the answer already running through his mind. His hands found your lower back, pushing you forward into him so you could relish in his heat. One of his hands slid to grasp your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up toward his as he bent downward to lightly rub his nose against yours. “You like seeing me get possessive over you, pretty girl? Does it get you all hot and bothered to see me lose my mind over you?”

Pulling your lip between your teeth again you could only bring yourself to nod, quiet breaths increasing in pace embarrassingly quickly as he leveraged his proximity to you by allowing his lips to brush against yours. He loved to see how flustered you were for him – even Venom continued to mentally remark how you looked for them – but you knew what he truly wanted from you. Miraculously, you found your voice, nothing for than a quiet murmur against his lips.

“You look sexy when you’re angry like that, yeah…but what really made me hot was you getting so possessive over me,” you whispered, lips brushing his with feather-light movements as you spoke. His hold on your chin became firmer, his hand at your back slipping to grasp your hip. “Almost like you think I’m yours or somethin’.”

The taunt was intentional, he knew that, and responded in kind by slotting his lips against yours, beginning to pull you with him as he stepped backward repeatedly to disappear into the trees. Returning his kiss, you quickly found your tongue entering a dance with his, his hand sliding to cup your cheek into its warmth. When he felt there were enough trees between the two of you and the path, he pulled away from your kiss carefully, shrugging his jacket free of his shoulders as he went.

“You are mine, I guess maybe I need to do a better job at showing you that,” he teased, his lips connecting with yours again as he began to cover your back and shoulders with his jacket. Backing you into a tree he leaned down closer to you, testing how sturdy the thick trunk appeared to be. “But I know you like it, because Venom says it can smell how fucking wet you are because of it. I didn’t know you wanted to be mine so bad, you could’ve asked nicely, you know?”

“Eddie, Jesus, you talk so fucking much sometimes,” you whimpered, your complaint pulling a laugh from him as he began to trail kisses across your jaw. Your fingers bunched into his shirt on his chest, pulling him closer as you sought to rub your core against his thigh for any amount of friction you could get. His hands began to pull at your dress, bunching it up until he held most of the skirt at your hips, shifting his leg between yours to knock them apart.

“Try to keep quiet, pretty girl,” he whispered when his lips reached your ear, sucking into the delicate skin beneath your ear immediately after before he began to sink to his knees in front of you. “I’d hate to have one of those stuck-up assholes ruin our fun.”

Before you could question his intent, he leaned forward, running his soft lips along the inside of your thigh, inhaling deeply as each of his instincts screamed for him to. Keeping one hand on the fabric of your dress he reached the other to push your delicate underwear to the side, immediately diving into your wet folds with his tongue to test for himself how wet you were. Groaning on at the familiar honey-sweetness of your arousal his hand slipped to lift one of your legs over his shoulder, lapping against you as though it was all that had been on his mind for hours.

A quiet moan slipped from your lips, your head leaning back to the tree as your eyes rolled back – a good thing considering the mere sight of him on his knees for you was enough to make you scream. As his lips sucked against your swollen clit he slipped his hand back to your ass, squeezing firmly before running his tongue downward again. Fucking his tongue into you he released another groan before pulling away, placing kisses along the insides of your thighs.

“You taste so good,” he cooed, his murmured words of appreciation striking into you deeply, pulling another quiet moan from you. “All that fancy fucking food at that dinner tonight and not a single thing tasted this good.”

We want a taste, Eddie.

The low rumbling voice, no matter how familiar it had become in the last several months, always sent a shiver down your spine. Even the symbiote was conscious of the situation and desperate not to ruin it, quieting its voice to much lower volumes than normal – though only for the benefit of the humans, as if it were left to the alien, it would cherish your moans bouncing off the trees. Eddie licked another desperate line between your folds, flicking his tongue against his clit as he savored every drop of you he could. His voice was husky when he finally found it.

“I’m not the one to ask, V,” he explained, his hand pushing against your backside to encourage your core to his face where his tongue waited again. “I’m not so sure if she’s ready for that.”A cold, slick and slightly barbed tongue licked a surprisingly solemn stripe along the inside of your thigh, chasing the path Eddie had taken minutes ago now. Goosebumps raised across your skin, a soft gasp falling from your lips as your eyes shot open to confirm the sight for yourself. Venom, careful not to anger Eddie, stilled its movements on your thigh as Eddie fucked his tongue into your warm channel again. Your fingers found Eddie’s hair, tangling into the soft locks to steady yourself as you nodded your head weakly, struggling to find words appropriate for the situation you found yourself in.

“You…you’re both part of one another,” you replied, words shaking as you fought to consent through the waves of pleasure crashing through your body. Eddie could feel Venom reaching out to every inch of his body, soaking in the desire every part of them felt. As you managed to nod your head you found words within yourself again. “I don’t want to keep myself from any part of you. Go…ahead, V.”

Eddie’s mouth fell open in brief shock before he reached to connect it with your clit again, sucking against the swollen nib gently as the tongue on your thigh reached higher now. The cool, wet muscle eagerly reached for your dripping hole, experimentally swirling the tip around your entrance. When they were rewarded with the sweetest moan they’d ever heard a groan rumbled in Eddie’s chest, his own tongue flicking against your clit as Venom’s tongue slipped into your cunt, far deeper than any human could hope to reach. As Venom began to swirl its tongue inside you Eddie continued his attention on your clit, reaching his hand that didn’t grasp fabric at your waist to force his pants down, freeing his straining cock with a rough slap against his stomach.

The pressure built in your stomach impossibly full as your legs began to shake, Eddie’s teeth nibbling your clit gently as Venom continued familiarizing its own tongue with the taste of you. It wasn’t long before you had to throw your head back again, a tidal wave of pleasure washing through your body as your orgasm gushed through you, the majority finding its way to Eddie’s mouth – he wouldn’t be the one to waste a drop.

Once content with how clean he’d ensured your folds were, Eddie began to raise himself back up, pressing greedy kisses to any part of your torso that was exposed to him. As Venom’s tongue withdrew from you Eddie hoisted you up, immediately burying his cock to the hilt as he pinned you against himself and the tree, shuddering with a groan as he buried his face in your neck. His strong exterior always melted in those first moments he felt your warmth welcome him in again, and with his face hidden in your neck and eyes squeezed shut he was oblivious to the sleek black tendril that wound itself around your middle, securing you to the tree further so Eddie didn’t have to focus on his hold. You welcomed him home with a moan, as you always did, which encouraged him to give a beginning thrust, grunting into your skin as he began to nibble on the tender skin beneath your ear.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby, my god,” he groaned into your ear, picking up the pace of his thrusts into you. With a particularly perfect thrust the head of his cock knocked against your cervix, eliciting a loud moan from your chest. Another tendril took advantage of your open lips, slipping into your mouth with nodded approval from Eddie. “We told you we gotta stay quiet, baby. Don’t worry, Venom’ll help – be a good girl and suck, love seeing those pretty lips workin’.”

Your moans were muffled by Venom, your glazed over eyes finding Eddie’s as he raised his head to look at you, to confirm that you were following his suggestion. Holding his eye contact and feeling the way your walls clenched him at these new sensations, you began to work your mouth over the perfectly sized appendage. A low, appreciative growl rumbled through the air from the symbiote, Eddie’s thrusts becoming more desperate as he connected his mouth with your neck again, sucking an obvious mark into your skin.

Between grunts he spoke praises, thanking you for how good you were being with your mouth and complimenting how fucking hot you looked for them. Within minutes his thrusts were becoming sloppy, and he took a deep breath to steady himself, unwilling to finish before you could again. Knowing Eddie’s predicament, Venom’s tongue slid carefully up your thigh again before flicking against your clit, mirroring the action it had watched Eddie do many times. Your hips bucked forward into Eddie’s roughly, a deep moan sounding in your chest even passed your stuffed mouth, your eyes rolling back before closing. Eddie reached a hand to cup the side of your face, coaxing you to look at him again with soft words as he began to time his thrusts with the flicks of Venom’s tongue.

“That’s right, pretty girl – keep those eyes on me,” he pleaded, his words broken up between heavy breaths. Though you pushed yourself to remain fixated on his eyes, both of you broke the loving gaze when you felt additional tendrils on your legs, working up your bodies slowly – almost inquisitively. “Venom…wants to make sure we’re both nice and full. You gonna let us?”

You could barely nod, eyes finding Eddie’s again to communicate your consent the best you could with a look. Even if your mouth wasn’t full, you wouldn’t have been able to find the words to describe just how it felt when an intentionally wet tendril prodded at the tight ring of muscle at your backside – nor how it made you feel to see the same was happening to Eddie. Venom worked the tendrils into each of your asses like it had planned to do so for a long time now, like it knew exactly how it needed to enter both of you to make it feel as good as possible.

Venom’s thrusts matched Eddie’s perfectly, its tongue swirling around your clit in a sinful synchrony that had your thighs shaking within minutes. Your hands reached for Eddie’s shoulders, nails digging into his skin even past the t-shirt covering him. Eddie’s breaths were ragged, and yet as you’d mentioned before – he just couldn’t bring himself not to speak to you.

“Gonna let me fill you up, perfect girl?” he questioned, his hands finding your hips as he began to relentlessly ram his cock up into you. He took a moment to look down between the two of you, watching how his cock disappeared into your tight walls with each thrust before fixing his gaze on your face again, groaning when you nodded your approval. If it were any other time, he’d want you to be able to speak – but he couldn’t chance the scream he knew you wanted to let rip through you. “Gonna fill you up so much I’m leaking out of you for days,” he promised, followed quickly by another, “and then I’m going to fill you up some more when we get home.”

Your thighs already shaking, you wrapped them around him tighter as you rocked against him, part of your moan slipping past the tendril in your mouth as your eyes rolled back. Your walls clenching around him pulled Eddie’s own release from him, his thick, hot load shooting deep into you as a low groan sounded in his chest along with a string of compliments.

When your shared euphoria had subsided, Venom departed from where it filled you so you could lean forward to claim Eddie’s lips in a kiss, your hands still clutching to his shoulders and body shaking as the pleasure continued to surge through you. Eddie returned your kiss hungrily, slowly pulling himself from you and steadying you back on the ground with his hands on your hips gently. When both of you were redressed, he pulled you back in for another kiss, his lips moving against yours as he spoke a final promise into the night.

“That’s the only kind of sharing you’ll get from me.”

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Meet Me in the Pale Moonlight

Disclaimer: I absolutely love Jenny in the film! Too bad I like writing miscommunication. No bashing of Jenny!

The reader was supposed to be brooding and menacing? But she’s a wreck with a symbiote lol.

My spanish is also pretty meh in writing despite being Mexican myself. I speak better than I write! Pls keep that in mind ◡̈

Summary: The reader watches on the sidelines as Jenny and her longtime crush, Jaime Reyes become close to one another. Being Milagro's closest friend, she dreads when she has to come over and see the lovebirds.

But who says her little friend would allow this to happen? And who says what she sees is true?

->Pairings: Jaime Reyes x F!Reader

-> Use of (Name).

-> Marvel/DC crossover (mentioned Eddie Brock, Peter Parker, and relations to other fic)

->Warning: So much miscommunication, murder talk, and spinal cord removal :(

Once again, please ignore grammar mistakes.

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I'm the sweetest girl in town so why are you so mean? When you gonna ditch that stupid, you got? It's me you should be seeing.

"Are you just going to continue to stare?" Milagro questions her close friend, who stares at her brother with a pair of love-sick eyes. "Dude, just go talk to him."

"Can't really do that," Her friend hums in response, "Look, Kord is walking over to him. Now he's going to have the brightest smile ever and then they'll hug Then she's going to pat him on the back and start helping him with your house remodel. Look! They're doing it!"

Exactly at that point, Jaime laughs as Jenny pushes him over, grabbing the paintbrush on her own and assisting him with the cream-colored outer walls. Jaime shakes his head in response, nudging her back.

"So what? I'm his sister, and what I can tell you is that they are NOT together. They're just really good friends!" Milagro explains, quieting down when Jaime looks over. "Come on, clear it up. I don't want to see my best friend so sad."

"I'm grieving," She pouts, lowering herself into the chair, "You don't see what I see. They are definitely together."

"Si no lo preguntas, nunca vas a saber," Another voice exclaims. Both girls turn their heads to her mother who shakes her head at them. "Don't be shy! I don't want my future daughter-in-law to lose her chance."

Feeling her face heat up, she looks away from the older woman's words. "I know he's your son, but I can't. I'm sorry."

Maybe if you weren't such a pussy, you would have gotten the guy. Does the K-dramas we watch together not mean anything?

The sudden voice caused her to jump straight into her seat. Narc had been quiet since she had arrive at the Reyes’ house hold. She hadn’t expected them to speak at all since he rarely did when she was at their residence. At first, it was off putting to never hear the familiar voice, but she slowly grew used to the silence.

Born out of wedlock from the original symbiote, Narc had been the symbiote who had begun their stay before she arrived in this Universe. They were the only connection she had to the life she once had. Or was it the other being stuck here as well? She wasn’t sure, she ignored all contact to the woman connected to her in more ways than one.

"K-Dramas are not real, idiot." She hissed under her breath.

"Did you say something, Mija?" Mrs. Reyes questions, resting her hand under the woman's chin. "You often talk to yourself, just like little Jaime."

"Mama!" Jaime calls out, "I'm not little anymore! Come on, don't tell her that!"

"You are little, cabrón. Don't you remember the incident? Naked con tus chiquito huevitos." His Uncle Rudy cackles, "Don't you remember that, ama?"

Their Nana shakes her head in response, smiling broadly at the memory. Milagro begins to laugh as well while Jenny sits beside the girls with a small nod in the direction of (Name). She returns the gesture, crossing her hands as she ignored how hard her heart hammered.

"I'm lost," (Name) murmurs, "So, so lost...But anyway, I have to head out. Thank you for having me!"

"Come by anytime, (Name)." Jaime grins, walking up to her and hugging the girl tightly, "Just remember to ignore anything they say about me, okay? Don't want them ruining anything."

"They're your family, I don't think they are capable of doing so," She pats his back, looking down at Milagro who fake kisses the air in front of her. Jenny seems to notice as she raises her eyebrows at the duo still hugging.

"You can let me go now, Jaime." (Name) murmurs into his ear, "Don't want her getting the wrong idea."

Jaime pulls away, smiling at the girl in front of him. His eyes flickered down for a second before he looked back at her, "Sorry?" She smiles sadly at him as she moves towards her vehicle. She refuses to look at the family behind her as she hears the conversation pick up again.

I think we should kill her.

"Absolutely not. There is a new hero here, Narc. We can't just murder a well-known figure and expect to get away with it." She groans, buckling her seat belt. She looks back at the family once more as she shifts her gear to drive.

We've done it once. And we can do it again.

"I don't think killing the Green Goblin counts for anything! He was already crazier than us, so the headlines were thanking us!" She exclaims.

His brain was nasty anyway.

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"Do you think Blue Beetle is cool?" Milagro asks, absentmindedly moving her straw around in boredom. "Personally, I think he's a huge nerd. What do you think?"

"Who says you can bother me on my shift?" (Name) frowns, cleaning the bar top in front of her, "And how did they let you in?"

"I have my ways," Milagro grins, "Answer my question. I need to know."

"I think he's...unique? From the news I have seen of him, it's obvious he is of Hispanic Descent. His suit is otherworldly, so I'm assuming it's some kind of alien tech he is using. Definitely not Superman, though." (Name) shrugs, moving the alcoholic beverages aside as she begins assisting the bartenders alongside her.

"Do you think he's cute under his mask?" Milagro leans closer, "Would you date him?"

I would eat him.

"I wouldn't eat him," (Name) responds instead. She pauses as the conversation around her began to quiet down. Some stared at her while others whispered to their compadres nearby.

"I...didn't ask that? I asked if you think he's cute and if you would date him. Dude, where the hell is your mind thinking right now?" Milagro whispers, eyeing the men nearby, "God, I’ve always hated this bar. A bunch of chismosos who are almost always cheating on their wives here. They're always eyeing you too. How do you handle that?"

"First, I can't tell if Blue Beetle is cute based on his voice. Second, I wouldn't date him since I am sooo hung up on your brother." Milagro snorts. "Lastly, this is the only bar that offers the minimum wage. I can handle drunk men well, I've always had."

The conversation began to pick up again as most began focusing on the news displayed in front of them. Blue Beetle was shown on live television, fighting off rogue soldiers from Victoria Kord's force. Despite the woman being long gone, the impact she made had not quite disappeared.

"I knew you were still into him! I say you ask him out! You ain't a homewrecker if he isn't in a relationship!"

"Didn't you say Kord and Jaime kissed? That your whole family cheered for the couple?"

"A fluke! It's a fluke I swear, but it is complicated! Just ask Jaime, please? It would be so cool for us to be family."

"If our lives are ever in danger at this very bar, then I'll ask." (Name) turns away from Milagro's eyes, "That means it will never ha-"

Her voice gets cut off when bullets begin hitting the bar's windows, causing the occupants to duck down to safety. Many of the drunken men tried to escape but most were quickly shot down by the bullets.

Milagro screams, ducking down into a crouch as the bullets continue. (Name) ignores the danger as she maneuvers her way through the destruction. She grabs Milagro, forcing the girl to look her in the eyes. "I need you to hide behind the bar, okay? The bullets won't get you. We will protect you.”

"W-who's we?" Milagro cries as (Name) pushes her behind the bar. There was silence for a moment as screams echoed in the bar. "(Name)? Where are you going?" She pushed Milagro down, moving her way from the bar corner as she looked at the bodies around her. Many men stayed below tables, looking at her in fear as she counted the people alive.

"Nobody get up. It’s not ove-" Her words get cut off when bullets pierce through her whole body. She is flung against the countertop as a bullet pierces too close to her heart. She hears her name being called out as Milagro tries to find her way to the woman.

She smiles at the tear-stained face in her vision. The fear in the other girl's eyes was evident as she continued to scream her name. At that moment, smoke bombs are thrown through the window. The screams had begun to mesh together, the fog covering the vision of the little who were still alive.

She feels the blood oozing out of her mouth, the familiar metallic filling up her mouth. She sputters, not being able to breathe.

It's your turn.

My turn.

Shoes stepping on glass were all everyone heard as the perpetrators stepped through the mess they caused. They held their gun up in return, moving through the fog stealthily. As they communicated with one another, they grew unnoticed by the thing they had angered.

"Find the Reyes girl. She is to be left alive." One spoke up, "Kill every survivor." The main soldier calls out. They await the confirmation of the others but they hear nothing. "I need an affirmative."

The soldier gets smacked in response, feeling themselves recoil from the weight against their body. When they look down at the unfamiliar weight, they begin to scream.

The weight crushing them was there comrade. Left unrecognizable with no head in sight. The blood wafts through their mask. They begin to gag as they try to pull the body off of them. They freeze up when a bloodied helmet rolls closer. Empty and dented, the helmet hits their shoe with a loud clank.

The fog begins to clear up, displaying the mess left behind. The soldier tensed when they noticed the bodies presented around the room. Many hung from the lights, their necks cracking from the added weight of their helmet. Others were hazardously thrown against tables. One had a table leg pierced through their helmet.

"Why must humans be so selfish? Is this fun for you, you pathetic piece of shit?" The soldier whimpers in response, turning their eyes away from the figure crouching in front of their face.

The creature, despite crouching, was still overlooking the only soldier left alive. The disarray and multi-color of the night sky reflected back to the onlookers who began to murmur about the new being. They tilt their head and leaned closer to the soldier, their bright, soulless eyes stared into the helmet. They licked the sharp smile forming from the fear they felt radiating off the soldier.

"Unlike the Blue Beetle, we do not care about the lives of our victims. What do you think happens next?"

"W-What the hell are you?"

"If you must know, my host has named us Narc. Will you beg for your life now?"

The Soldier rips their helmet off, looking at Narc with a look of fear, "Please. Please. I'm sorry. I'll never do this again, please!"

"He had once told us the same. You are just like the others. Pathetic. Unworthy. A perfect meal."

A scream is ripped through his victim's vocal cords as Narc bites down. Blood seeped through their mouth as they ripped out the spinal cord in one sharp turn. Narc stands, spitting their leftovers to the side.

"Hey, ugly!" A voice called out, "What the hell are you doing, man?"

Narc cranes their neck towards the entrance of the bar, watching as Blue Beetle floated at his place. They both stared at each other, unmoving.

"Blue Beetle!" A voice calls out, Milagro moving from her hiding spot to the blue-and-black-clad hero. "My friend is gone! She was just--where is she?" She turns her head towards Narc, who stares down at the shaking girl.

"Get away from it!" Blue Beetle yells, flying through the bar as he centers himself between Milagro and Narc. "Take it up with me and not the civilians!"

"He just--he ate all the soldiers--" Milagro gasps, stepping behind Blue Beetle, "I saw what he did--"

"You--What the hell are you?" Blue Beetle points his palms toward Narc, who continues to stare in silence.

"Does my figure scare you? I can hear your heartbeat." Narc cranes their head towards Milagro. Blue Beetle blocks her from their eyesight. “Worry not, we do not hurt the innocent.”

With those words, Narc feels their familiar bulking figure die down to their less impending figure. The duo are lost for words at the new figure presented in front of them.

"I'm so sorry I think I misgendered you--" Milagro's eyes stayed pinned to the pair of boobs Narc had.

"Where's (Name)?" Blue Beetle turns his head around, "Khaji-Da says she is still here! She was working, right?" His questions are to Milagro.

None of the three seemed to notice the survivors running out of the bar.

"She is here. With me." Narc hums, moving closer to Blue Beetle, "Is Khaji-Da your symbiote?"

"Symb--what? What do you mean (Name) is with you?"

"Jaime Reyes. You are a host are you not?"

"Stop avoiding my questions! Where is she?! How do you know my name--That is not my name! I do not know Jaime Reyes. Do you?"

"I have known of the scarab on your back since the beginning. Do not worry, (Name) remains clueless, for now."

"Why are you saying her name as if you know her?" Milagro questions.

Narc purrs, tilting their head closer to Blue Beetle who stepped back hesitantly. "We have known each other for a long time. We are bonded together until she dies. She is my key to survival in your world. She is me. I am her. We are one. We are Narc."

“Like Narcotics? Did she get you from a drug? She doesn’t seem like the type to do drugs.” Milagro questions, stepping closer to the duo, “And why are you so close? I can smell you from here!”

“We are host and symbiote. We am not from here, you see. Your alien won’t know of us.”

Milagro and Blue Beetle share a look, communicating with silent words. Blue Beetle lowers his hand, allowing Narc to step closer. The symbiote smiles, their purrs growing louder.

“I see why she likes you.”

With those words, Narc sinks into (Name)'s skin, leaving the woman defenseless from the eyes of her long-time crush and friend. She drops to the floor, her wounds patching over themselves with a familiar goo.

Blue Beetle drops to the floor, bringing (Name) close to his body. He rocks her back and forth as Milagro stumbles beside him. Her eyes were bloodshot and the tears that disappeared has formed all over again.

"Why didn't she tell us? Why didn't she tell me?" Blue Beetle, now Jaime who removed his helmet. He leans his forehead on the woman and murmurs into her hair. He kisses her temple as Milagro continues to cry.

"Why didn't she tell us her hero name is literally short for Narcotics?!"

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(Name) awakes to a horrible headache splintering her head. She groans as she shifts closer to the warmth of an unfamiliar body. She nuzzles in closer to the warmth, groaning at the light against her eyelids.

"Narc turn off the lights...I feel like I've just been shot." She moans, gripping her blanket tighter against her body, "I'm going out with Milagro later. I have to go buy cat food..."

"Milagro is taking care of Eddie, don't worry." A familiar voice whispers against her head, "Just go back to sleep. I'll block the sunlight."

"Thanks, Jaime..." Processing the name that came out, she jumps away from the warmth. She stares at Jaime, who stares back in equal shock and sleepiness. His hair was a mess, pointing in different directions. She presses her hand to her mouth, gasping behind it.

"Oh my god. We didn't have sex, did we? If so, that would be awkward because you are my best friend's brother and you literally have a girlfriend. I can't even get drunk so it's impossible for me to forget--oh my god am I in your house?"

"Hey, Hey," Jaime soothes her, smiling at the woman freaking out in his bed, "We didn't have sex and we were not drunk. You were...shot multiple times and some things came to light, but it's okay now, I promise."

"I'm still sleeping in your bed though! You could have left me, being shot doesn't stop me! We were holding each other?! What would Kord think if she saw this now?" She grips the unfamiliar sweater covering her body, feeling her legs shift through from under the sheets and hit against Jaime's.

"Jenny? What about Jenny? We aren't...We aren't dating if that's what you're worried about." Jaime grabbed her by the face, locking eyes with her who looked anywhere but him. "I can't just leave you when you were hurt."

"Milagro said you two kissed."

"We did once have feelings for each other. But it's long gone now, it was just a...heat of a moment kind of thing." Jaime brings her cheeks towards his chest, which she just noticed had nothing covering him from her eyes. Her hands stopped short on his stomach. She felt his stomach flutter in response.

"Besides, I like someone else. I like you."

She feels her heart stop at his confession.

Knew it.

"No shit." She exclaims, looking up at Jaime who smiles down at her doe-like look.

"I do." He whispers back. They both stared at one another until he leaned closer to her face. She felt his breath fan her face as she wrinkled her nose.

"You stink." She snorts, moving her hands to the back of his neck. He laughs at her words.

"Yours smells much worse. Now, come here--" She cuts him off, smashing her lips to his. He holds her waist, bringing her to sit on his lap. Her tongue finds his, leaning closer as her hand moves to stay on his chest. Biting his lip, she softly sucks it lightly. She opens her eyes to find his eyes half-lidded, enjoying the moment.

When she pulls away, her lips find his neck, kissing down to his collarbone. Pulling her hand back to his neck, she inhales his scent.

"Couldn't have waited until I was asleep. You are always like this. The same exact way with Peter Parker."

They both jump at the new voice, turning their heads towards Narc who floated their head around the room, reading the boxes that held different items. She turns her head to Jaime, eyes wide, waiting for him to begin screaming.

"Narc-uh. They explained more about your origins with each other. After finding them standing in a bloodbath, Milagro and I thought the worst had happened but someone--something told me to let Narc explain."

"They told you about our.... situationship?" She questions, gripping onto Jaime's bicep. "You're supposed to be running away--not making out with me!"

"And you! You aren't supposed to be out. You're grounded!" She growls, pulling Jaime's face into the crook of her neck, "You told him everything, huh? Why can't you ever keep secrets? She'll be angry our cover was blown!"

She ignored the look Narc gives, opting to continue her rant, “Asshole, is it because I’m not letting you meet Red Robin? You know it isn’t allowed!”

"The other youngling saw you get shot. Was I supposed to act as if I ate you instead?"

"Actually, yes! Nobody is supposed to know, you promised. We promised Eddie."

"You made a promise to your cat?" Jaime's muffled voice questions. Despite the situation, he bites her neck. "Who is Peter Parker?"

She glares at Narc, who innocently whistles. "No one Jaime, he is no one."

"Former boy toy." Narc responds instead, "Hell of an amateur kisser."

"You kissed him! Not me!" She turns to Jaime, pulling his head back to stare at him, "I'm so sorry, I don't know why they're acting this way. I'll go right now, seriously. I don't want you in our mess."

"Relax," Jaime comforts, grabbing her hand that stayed on his cheek. He smiles at her, "I can protect myself. Look--"

She felt him shift from under her, watching in shock as his body began to be covered by a familiar suit she had seen countlessly on television. Everything except his face was covered in armor. Whilst she analyzed the markings on his suit, Narc moved closer as well.

"Does your scarab only speak to you?" Narc asks, "It is unlike anything I have seen on my planet. Do you feed them as well?"

"They aren't really fed? They don't need sustenance. Khaji-Da only talks to me in my head so they're like a second voice...and planet?"

"This is going to be a long talk," She sighed, rubbing her eyes tiredly, "At least you don't have to feed them human brains..."

"What?" Jaime recoils, looking at the two with wide eyes, "I'm sorry? Brains? Like Zombies? The Walking Dead? Like zombies from The Last of Us?!"

"I thought you told him everything!"

"I would never tell of my eating habits! Humans are judgemental!"

#blue beetle #blue beetle x reader #jaime reyes x reader #milagro reyes #symbiote #marvel universe #dc universe #crossover #i lauv xolo #reader insert #lol y r ppl so messy

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love-hatred-stuff · 10 months

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》 hey, hi~ here's a draft that I wrote instead of continuing other fics that I wanted to write, lmao I hate myself :')

》 Eddie Brock(Venom) x (f)Reader

⚠ a little warning; age gap (10y), daddy issues here we goooo, just a tiny bit spice and some sprinkle de dinkle ★angst★

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Eddie hadn't had sex in what felt like centuries. Actually just one or two years but who's counting when all he can do is use his hand and Venom mostly doesn't even let him finish. That monster doesn't give shit about it, he claims that Eddie wouldn't need it. He needs food and water but not a jerk off.

Well if he knew why he'd been going on it so much lately, maybe Venom would let him, but he's not ready to give that up yet. It's probably the only thing about Eddie, Venom hasn't completely figured out yet.

It was you. You were the reason he was slowly but surely losing the mind he shared with the compatible slimy alien inside of him.

•••

"Eddie thanks for checking, but I can manage." You told him on the other line of the phone.

Eddie just wanted to help you pack and carry your things since you were moving to another apartment. You've been able to get promoted again and now you were at the very top of the not even so small company you've been working at for about five years now. You could say you were pretty good at your job.

"I habe plenty of strong people here, helping me out. I don't even have to carry anything, I just decide were the furniture and boxes are getting placed. You don't need to worry, darling."

Eddie had a smirk dancing on his lips. You knew he could do everything they were doing, at least twice as fast.

"I should come over later then. I'll bring dinner." He suggested.

"Great idea. But don't let Venom choose take out again, please Eddie." Ugh the way you were saying his name made his brain go blank and suddenly Venom was hyperaware of what was going on.

"Promise. See ya." He immediately ended the call, leaving you a little confused. Ed could sense what Venom felt, just beneath the surface.

"Holy Shit!!!" Venom growled.

"You kidding me? She's the reason you've been going to the gym and eating healthy now? Why you've been completely desperate to stroke your dumbass dick?" Then he laughed. Finding it hilarious that Eddie was in love again. After his last woman, Anne, he'd been taking a while to open up again. Actually he didn't talk to any other woman besides you.

The thing was just, that you were ten years younger than him and he'd practically seen you grow up. Of course he never saw you the way he does now, back then. But it was quite bad how hard he had fallen for you in the last few months.

"I KNOW! She's too young for me. I'll keep my distance, okay? It wasn’t my intention to develop feelings." He tried defending himself.

"As if I cared, you nasty human. Get you dick wet if that's what you need." The symbiot snarled.

Eddie was surprised, to say the least.

"You're not gonna disturb us?" He asked in suspicion.

"Thought you wanted to keep your distance? Not anymore? Kidding. Do what you gotta do. Since you're my host I gotta let you have at least one thing."

"That'd be great." He smiled to himself.

"Now get your ass up at get her something nice, if you wanna get inside her pants."

"I don't wanna get inside her pants! Well- maybe a little, but I care about her more than that."

Eddie sensed, by Venom's silence, that he doesn't wanna get involved in his love life any further. Although he couldn't blame Eddie, you were gorgeous little human. A young one at that.

So he showered and grabbed his keys, so he could get dinner and some flowers. He was a little nervous buying these, because he knew that would be the first romantic move he's ever made on you. You probably only saw him as like an uncle or something, nothing more. Knowing his luck, he didn't even expect you to like him back.

He would know soon.

•••

Well, but who knew, he's gonna find himself underneath you instead?

Eddie was sitting on the couch, the only thing that wasn't completely packed with stuff and boxes. You were straddling him, taking his breath away with the way you moved your skilled tounge against his. He was a little hesitant though, barely touching your hips with his hands because he didn't know were to put them. He wanted so badly to grip your sides tight and push you closer against his crotch.

But he was unsure. Even though you clearly gave him all the signs that you wanted this, he felt like he was using you. Venom's earlier words spiralling in his mind; '-if you wanna get inside her pants.' No! He didn't! He wanted so much more than that. So it felt wrong to just jump you the moment you said you liked him back- well you didn't really say anything, you just smiled to yourself as you accepted his flowers and began to stalk towards him, until this moment, where you plastered him with marks and kisses.

Despite all those doubts, he felt heavenly, holding most of his sounds back, almost impossible. You were a woman with so many strengths, kissing and grinding being apparently one of them. Glad, he found out.

He only realised seconds later that you'd stopped and were looking straight at him.

"What's wrong?" Your worried look scratched at his heart instantly.

"Nothing." He lied.

He was a good liar. But you weren't buying it, you knew him well enough.

"You don't want this? You should've said so, Brock."

Ugh, another pang shooting through him stronger than he'd expected. The usage of his last name? Nah. You only did that when you were seconds away from switching your emotions. You were gonna tell him to piss off and stay away from you, until you forgave him, unless he would tell you the truth right f*cking now. He knew because he'd disappointed you once before. That was a complete different scenario, and now you felt personally attacked. He could feel it, even Venom could.

"No! I really really want this! Or else I wouldn't have told you what I did earlier. It's just, that it feels wrong touching you, with my hands."

Oh. No.

He just made it worse, didn't he? Judging by the way your face went blank, his speech definitely went sideways.

"Get lost." You were pointing to your door with your finger, giving him a stern look.

He felt like a little scared kid again, being scolded by his mom. Only ten times worse.

"What? No! I'm saying this because I'm so much older than you, y/n! I swear on my mother and the symbiot living inside of me that I've been craving you for the longest time now. I love you, god damn it! But I shouldn't and I know that, alright? But I can't help it. I'm sorry if I send you the wrong signals. I'm just worried that people will take you away from me, because of that." Eddie stood up and slowly walked towards you, trying to not make you even more uncomfortable than he already had.

You looked a little more relaxed now though.

"So you denied me because you feel a little perverted? God, Eddie you're not a grandpa and I'm a grown woman with a good life ahead of her. Do you think I would throw that away for a forbidden romance? You and I are perfectly okay to be with each other. Nothing's gonna happen, it's only ten years, Brock." Eddie flinched again at the end. Seemed like he had to soothe you a little more.

"Could you please stop addressing me with my last name, it scares me a little. I get it now. I'm sorry for worrying so much, sweetness." Eddie gently touched your cheek, caressing it and putting a strand of hair behind you ear.

"You have a lot of making up to do, you grandpa." You glanced up at him, allowing a tiny smile to dance on your cherry lips.

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To be continued...?

Love, love, love

~ love-hatred-stuff ♡

#eddie brock #eddie x reader #we are venom #marvel imagine #eddie brock x reader #daddy issues

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 8 months

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Of Coffee and Cinnamon Rolls - Chapter 1

Pairing: TASM! Peter Parker x F!Reader

Rating: T

Story Summary: Peter's coffee maker has broken, leaving him in need of a caffeine fix. Luckily, there's a new coffee shop right by the Daily Bugle... With a beautiful barista inside.

Warnings/Tags: Meet-Cute, Coffee Shops, Strangers to Friends to Lovers

Word Count: ~1650

A/N: Continuing my reignited thirst for Andrew Garfield's Peter Parker with this super sweet, super fluffy goodness! Enjoy this first chapter and I'll be back with more soon!

That being said, if you want to be added to the tag list for this or any of my other stories/characters I write for, please let me know!

Ugh, what a morning, Peter Parker thought as he hurried down the sidewalk towards the Daily Bugle's building. His ancient second (or more than likely actually third) -hand coffee maker that he had purchased at Goodwill when he had first moved into his apartment had finally given up the ghost that morning and he hadn't had time to try to fix it before needing to leave for work. Mr. Jameson had eventually relented and hired him on as a staff photographer rather than a freelancer after the former staff photographer, Eddie Brock, had quit to go work for the Post, which meant that Peter was expected to attend the 7am staff meetings.

He slowed as he spotted a sidewalk sign up ahead welcoming people inside a brand-new coffee shop.

Deciding that getting his caffeine fix was more important than potentially being late, Peter adjusted his backpack on his shoulder and headed inside, taking a quick glance around the empty shop.

The woman behind the counter smiled as he approached. "Hi, welcome to Bean There, Done That, what can I getcha?"

Wow, she's beautiful, Peter thought . "Hi, could I get a large black coffee?"

The beautiful barista nodded. "Room for cream or sugar?"

"No, thank you."

"Can I interest you in a cinnamon roll?"

Peter's stomach growled as he eyed the display case of what appeared to be freshly-baked cinnamon rolls. In his haste to clean up the mess his now-broken coffee maker had made he hadn't had time for breakfast. "Uh, yeah, actually, a cinnamon roll sounds great."

"Awesome." The barista tapped at the iPad that was serving as the register. "For here or to go?"

"To go." As much as Peter would've liked to stay and enjoy his breakfast he was already cutting it close.

"Okay, that'll be $6.43. Can I get your name?"

Peter must've looked confused because she pointed to the stack of paper coffee cups and added, "for your coffee order."

"Oh! Peter... My name is Peter."

"Peter," the beautiful barista (or B.B. as Peter was now calling her in his head) repeated, tapping at the iPad again. "Your coffee will be ready at the end of the counter."

Peter paid for his breakfast and moved to the other end of the counter, watching as B.B. set his coffee to brew then moved to the display case. She appeared to be roughly his age, with Y/H/C hair and Y/E/C eyes. She wore black pants, a white shirt, and a flour-dusted apron which bore the logo of the shop and showed off her figure.

"Here you go," she said, walking back towards Peter and handing him a small bakery box. "Cinnamon roll for Peter."

"Thank you."

She put a lid on Peter's coffee and slid it over to him. "And here's your coffee."

Peter picked up his coffee and bakery box as the bell above the door chimed, signaling another customer. "Thanks again."

"No problem. Thanks for stopping by, come back again soon."

"Will do."

Peter ran the rest of the way to the Daily Bugle. Luckily Jameson was running late so Peter managed to slip into the conference room with a couple of minutes to spare.

He opened the bakery box and took a bite of the still-warm cinnamon roll. Wow, this is delicious.

He finished it right before Jameson walked into the conference room.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road," Jameson barked. "We need a puff piece to round out Sunday's edition. Whaddya got for me?"

"The library is having a book sale--" one of the junior reporters began.

"Boring, nobody goes to the library. What else?"

"There's a pet adoption event in Central Park--" another one tried.

"We covered the last one. Gimmie something different."

Peter cleared his throat. "There's a new coffee shop down the street that's having a grand opening tomorrow… Bean There, Done That?"

"New coffee shop, huh? Is it any good?"

Peter nodded. "Yes, sir. I just had a cinnamon roll from there. It was great."

Jameson thought for a moment. "Might get some free baked goods for promoting it. Ok, fine. Brant!"

"Yes, sir," Betty Brant, one of the senior reporters, replied.

"Set up an interview with the owner. Parker, you go too since we need photos of the opening."

Peter grinned. "Yes, sir." Hopefully B.B. will be there.

"Alright, now get out of here. I've got golf with the mayor in an hour and I need to practice my back swing."

Peter headed to his desk to work on editing photos for the online edition of the paper, briefly stopping to eat lunch in the staff break room before getting back to it. As he was packing up to leave for the day Betty stopped by his desk. "Hey, so I stopped by that coffee shop during my lunch break and talked to the owner, and she agreed to an interview but asked if it could be before the shop opens, so I'll see you tomorrow morning around 7:30?"

Peter nodded. "Sounds good."

"Oh and you were right, the cinnamon rolls are excellent. I can't wait to try some other stuff from there."

"Me either. See you tomorrow, Betty."

He grabbed his backpack and headed down to the lobby.

"Bye, Stan!" he called to the elderly security guard as he exited the building.

As he approached Bean There, Done That he noticed that the chalkboard sign was still outside. Maybe I should stop in and get another coffee and cinnamon roll since it's gonna be a long night. And if B.B. happens to still be there, well, that's just a bonus, isn't it?

B.B. looked up from the tray of cinnamon rolls that she was boxing up as he entered. She smiled. "Hi, back again? It's Peter, right?"

Peter nodded. "Right."

"What can I do for you?"

"Um, actually I was wondering if I could get another coffee and a cinnamon roll."

B.B. nodded. "You're in luck. I'm getting ready to close up so I was boxing up the few I have left."

She moved over to the coffee machine. "Large black coffee, right?"

Peter nodded, impressed that she had remembered his order from that morning. "Right."

"Ok, I'll have that for you in a sec."

Peter waited at the register while B.B. brewed his coffee. "So, uh, first day open?" he asked.

B.B. glanced over at him. "Yeah, sorta. Technically tomorrow's our official opening but I decided to go ahead and open for a couple of hours today."

She popped the lid on and set it in front of him, then grabbed the box of cinnamon rolls, waving off Peter's payment. "Here you go. On the house."

Peter blinked in surprise. "Oh, wow, thanks. Are you sure though? I wouldn't want you to get into trouble with the owner."

B.B. grinned. "Considering I am the owner, I don't think I'll get into trouble for giving away free stuff. Besides, you're my first repeat customer, so that should at least entitle you to a free coffee and bakery item, right?"

"You're the owner," Peter repeated, suddenly feeling dumb considering how obvious it was.

B.B. nodded. "Yep. I couldn't sleep last night, and when I can't sleep, I bake, hence the cinnamon rolls, so I figured it was better to open for a few hours a day early and sell them rather than have to throw them out because I can't eat them all."

She stuck out her hand. "I'm Y/F/N. Y/F/N Y/L/N."

Peter took it, giving it a brief shake. "Peter Parker."

"Very nice to meet you, Peter Parker."

"Nice to meet you as well, Y/N." Peter enjoyed the way her name felt on his tongue.

"Thanks for stopping by again. Hope to see you again soon."

Peter grinned. "Actually, you'll be seeing me tomorrow morning. I'm the staff photographer for the Daily Bugle so I'll be taking photos for the paper during your interview."

A look of realization flitted across Y/N's face. "Ohhh, that makes sense now. That reporter from the Bugle did say that one of her colleagues had stopped by this morning and recommended that she try the cinnamon rolls."

Peter chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Yeah, that was me."

"Well thank you for recommending them to your colleagues. I really appreciate it."

"It was no problem, really. The cinnamon roll was excellent." Peter gestured to the bakery box. "Well, I mean obviously, since I'm back for another one." Not because you're beautiful and I just wanted to see you again, he thought. Well… not only that.

He took a sip of his coffee. "So I'll see you tomorrow, then?"

Y/N smiled. "Yeah, I guess you will."

Peter picked up the bakery box. "Thanks again for the coffee and cinnamon rolls. I really appreciate it."

"It's no problem."

Peter turned to leave.

"Oh, hey, wait!" Y/N added.

Peter turned back towards her.

Y/N bit her lip, then picked up a business card from the holder in front of the register and wrote something on the back before handing it to Peter.

Peter studied the card.

Bean There, Done That

714 2nd Ave.

New York, NY 10016

(646)-555-2390

www.btdt.com

He turned it over and saw an additional phone number written on the back.

"If no one's up front when you get here tomorrow morning you can text me and I'll come let you in," Y/N explained.

Peter put the card in his wallet for safekeeping, making a mental note to add Y/N's contact info to his phone as soon as he left the shop. "That sounds great."

"See you tomorrow, Peter."

"See ya, Y/N."

Peter left the shop with a grin. Maybe my coffee maker breaking wasn't such a bad thing after all.

#lotmf writes #tasm peter parker x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #OCACR Masterlist

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nickgoesinsane · 1 year

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Thinkin' about tying up sub!venom and then eating out his slimy cunt poor bby would be growling and groaning in pleasure pleasure while Eddie is making the most girlish moans inside venoms head

Lord I'll be a goner six feet under I tell ya 😫

-🚬

Venom leans back on the bed, spreading his massive thighs further to give you move space between them as he moans. You drag the flat of your tongue over his puffy folds, humming at the sweet taste of his slick. You pull back just to spit onto his clit, rubbing it in tight circles with the pad of your fingers. Venom shudders, his white eyes squinting in pleasure as his tongue drools onto his chest. You use your thumbs to spread him open, watching him twitch and gape around nothing.

The symbiote bucks into your touch as you slip two fingers inside his cunt, and they’re immediately enveloped by a slippery warmth that has your mouth watering. You hum and latch your lips around his clit, suckling harshly. A pair of voices cry out your name, a gush of juices squirting out to coat the lower half of your face, and you groan against him as you fuck your fingers into his sloppy cunt.

#╰┈➤ nick answers !#venom brainrot #sub venom #dom reader #top reader #sub character #eddie brock x reader x venom #venom x reader #eddie brock x reader #sub eddie brock #symbrock #🚬 anon !#n/sfw #n/s/f/w

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dreamlandcreations · 9 months

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Thank you for the tag @kayhi808

Rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

I'm starting a new post bc I have too many WIPs (and these are just the ones in my drafts) 🙈

tag as many people as there are documents... but but but there are more than a hundred drafts 😭 anyway

tagging: @zablife @raincoffeeandfandoms @cinebration @marvelmusing @massivecolorspygiant @celestialspecial @stardustmorozov @startrekkingaroundasgard @oneeyedvisenya @happilyhertale @drabbles-mc @withmyteeth @runnning-outof-time @storiesbyrhi @nickfowlerrr

Little Miller - Benny Miller x Reader

Not tonight - Boba Fett x assassin!Reader (x Fennec Shand)

Speak freely - Boba Fett x half alien!Reader (platonic)

Games - Boba Fett x Mandalorian!Reader

Just a simple man - Jango Fett x half alien!Reader

Happily ever after - Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Hey, Kid - Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader

First - Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader

The King - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader

A deal is a deal - Raymond Smith x half Asian!Reader

Day and Night - Brother Day x Reader

Second Chances - Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader

One King - Bishop x vampire!Reader (Night Teeth!au)

Reality - Boba Fett x force sensitive!Reader

I know what day it is - Bishop x Reader

Slave to Sensation - changeling!Billy Russo x psy!Reader

Angel's crush - Bishop x tattoo artist!reader

What you need - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

What you want - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

What you have - Billy Russo x autistic!Reader

Tangled, twisted or maybe something right - Billy Russo x Stark!Reader

Best friend - Bucky Barnes x Wilson!Reader

Stranger - Billy Russo x Reader

Apprentice - Doctor Strange x sorceress!Reader

Misery loves company - Venom x Reader x Eddie

We broke up - Eddie x Reader x Venom

Once upon a time - King Arthur x royal!Reader

Wicked - shifter!Santi x witch!Reader

Desert Flower - shifter!Benny x (non)human!Reader

Reaper - Venom x Reader x Eddie

The proposal (Would you like to series) Tommy x Reader x Alfie

Kissing Alfie Solomons - Alfie x Reader

Lighten up - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader

Faeted hearts - fae king!Alfie x half-fae!Reader

Castaway AU - Billy Russo x Reader

Grimm AU - blutbad!Alfie x grimm!Reader

Fearless - Alfie Solomons x Shelby!Reader

I'm here for you - Billy Russo x Reader

Scheming, games and secrets - Alfie x Reader + Tommy

Fortune Favours the Brave - Eddie Munson x cheerleader!Reader

What women want - Billy Russo x genderfluid/nonbinary(afab)!Reader

Slayer - dragon shifter!Alfie Solomons x warrior princess!Reader

See you at the office - Alfie Solomons x ex-assistant!Reader

Weave it into words - (clan leader) king!Alfie Solomons x Shelby princess!Reader (Brave AU)

Crave the love - prince!Billy Russo x princess!Reader

Jeweller - Alfie Solomons x Tatiana's cousin!Reader

What's underneath? - Alfie x Reader

You only need to ask - Raymond Smith x aristocrat!Reader

What about dessert? - chef!Alfie x manager!Reader (modern!au)

The bright side - FO!Poe Dameron x Jedi!Reader

More than seeking comfort - Eddie Brock x Reader

Bait - Derek Hale x hunter!Reader

Cosy on the throne - Tattooed Biker!Boba Fett x Reader

This is not your color - Eddie Munson x Reader

Distraction - Max x Reader (Mad Max: Fury Road)

Three is still a company - Billy Russo x Reader x Frank Castle

You missed a spot - Brother Day x Reader

Behind closed doors - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

Don't mind me - Alfie Solomons x Reader (x Tommy Shelby)

Feeling adventurous? - Eddie Munson x Reader

I can wait - Alina x Reader (Darkling x Alina x Mal)

Why the f*ck not? - Alfie Solomons x Reader x May Carleton x Tommy Shelby

Solace - Boba Fett x Reader

First time - Billy Russo x Reader

I'm all yours - Billy Russo x Reader

Patience - Billy Russo x Reader

The Happiest Day of Our Lives - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

Mirror, mirror - Aleksander Morozova x Reader (xAlina)

Perfect - Darkling x Reader

Necessary evil - Darkling x Inferni!Reader

King of the Seven Seas - Atlantean king!Alfie x Reader

Don't you f*cking dare - chef!Alfie Solomons x manager!Reader

Do you doubt me? - James Delaney x Strange!Reader

Remedy - James Delaney x Reader

Unexpected - Matt Murdock x Reader x Elektra

Sweet torment - Alfie Solomons x Reader

Mr CEO - Billy Russo x Reader

Complications - Darkling x reader

Preying on you tonight - werewolf!Billy Russo x Reader

Sweet victory - Jake Seresin x Reader

The fun kind - Jake Seresin x Reader

Catch me if you can - Jake Seresin x Reader

Black and White - Darkling x Fjerdan princess!Reader

Stay Forever - Jake Seresin x BFF!Reader

In my corner - Billy Russo x Reader

Heartbeat - Milo/Lucien Crown x Reader

Just friends - modern!Alfie Solomons x Reader

That's the rule - Jake Seresin x Reader

Fire and Blood - Daemon x daughter!Reader (platonic)

The Bronze Witch - Aemond Targaryen x Daemon's daughter!Reader

Unity - Darkling x Fjerdan!Reader x Nikolai Lantsov

Risk and reward - Jake Seresin x Reader

Late night visit - Aemond x Reader

Peace offering - Aemond x Reader

The first warning - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Stay with me - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Like calls to like - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Darkest hearts - Darkling x Nikolai's twin!Reader

Nothing - Darkling x Grisha!Reader

Heartbreak - Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

The eternity of this day - Darkling x Sun Summoner!Reader

A dream come true - Eames x Reader

A debt to be paid - Aemond x Reader

Honourable Quest - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Honouring a Debt - Xenk Yendar x Reader

Sacrifice of Honour - Xenk Yendar x Reader

My Queen - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

Naru - Sesshōmaru x modern!Reader

Fire and Blood, Ashes and Dust - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

Give him to me - Daemon Targaryen x niece!Reader

The Taming of the Dragon - Daemon Targaryen x Stark!Reader

The day you died - supervillain!Darkling x superhero!Reader

#wip tag game #i'm the worst #🙈

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paperbag880 · 2 years

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Venom / Eddie Brock x male reader

Summary: have you become too overprotective or are you simply in love?

Relationship: the reader knows both Eddie and Venom as very close friends and hurtfully more

Genre: fluff? <at this point I have no idea>

Warnings: swearing, homophobia, f slur (2), mention of drugs

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

"M-M/n calm down damn it!" Eddie said as he had you in a headlock.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!!! YOU WILL TAKE THAT BACK!" You shouted at a guy that was sitting on the ground shooked up. Your voice reeked of venom. He held his eye as he looked at you terrified. You were angry, furious.

The night that Eddie and Venom barged into your home you swore to yourself you'll protect Eddie and Venom no matter the cost. After showing your weakest side to them you were scared that they might see you as a weak emotional baby. Which you weren't.

"I'm- I'm sorry! I take back what I said! Please don't hurt me again!-" the guy said but you got out of Eddie's headlock and ran after the person.

You were blinded by rage and frustration. You just really needed to hit something repeatedly. Unfortunately for the guy, he was your target. Once you launched on him any sound was a blur to you. Your fists hit him everywhere and anywhere, at some point, you hit the ground accidentally. But you could care less.

Something pulled your hand from behind, then the other, then both, but you refused to give up. It felt so good to finally hurt someone other than yourself. You could feel the ugly smile creeping wider.

You got pulled off eventually. The body in front of you didn't move. Your knuckles were bloody and your hands shook. You breathed heavily but you were satisfied enough.

"M/N! WHAT THE HELL???" Eddie shouted in your ear making you cringe and cover. You looked up at him finally aware of your surroundings. His face showed shock with confusion and a... blush? You couldn't really tell cus of the light. Oh, and Venom was there too.

You relaxed against them and just looked into Eddie's blue eyes. You could stare at them all day and night. You cupped Eddie's cheek. "You both are really handsome..." You whispered before thinking, drunk by the adrenaline that rushed thru you.

Once you realized what you have just said. You quickly stood up. Looked at Eddie and Venom too and shouted "Sorry!" before running off.

'Fuck!'

You may think how did you get yourself into this situation. Well...

Eddie offered to buy drinks tonight at your favorite bar. When you asked what's the occasion he answered "Can't friends treat their friend once in a while?" You haven't turned him down. Free drinks what do you think.

Once at the place, you guys chatted with each other like you always did. You tell funny stories about your workplace and he complains about his. The average day. At some point, you guys started to chat about what your types are. You didn't bring that up but Eddie or maybe Venom did, you weren't sure.

The conversation was awkward but you guys kept it still. He told you his type which you thought would be a skinny, funny, blonde woman but to your surprise, he didn't specify his type's looks. He rambled on and on about personality but at some point, he slipped and say "Oh yeah, I like thighs on wom- eh... people."

It was strange to you he changed the woman part to people. It irked you a lot. Why would he change it? Did he realize you liked him more than friends? Was he scared that he'll offend you? You pushed the thoughts out as Eddie asked about your type.

You haven't had one as far as you could tell. You just clicked with whoever. You told him that and he looked confused and insisted that you must have a type or at least something pleasant you like about the person so you don't go and run off the first chance you'll get. You thought about it.

"Well, I guess they must be kind and funny for me to stay around. Like you, you're funny, kind enough, so I guess my partner should have those straits too." You said and mixed your drink in your hand before tightening your grip around it. "W-Well I'm not saying you should be my partner! No, that's not what I wanted to say. I mean, we're both guys are we not? That shouldn't be a thing...right?" You looked at him while saying those things and whispered the last part unsure.

Eddie opened his mouth to say something but before he could say anything a guy came up to you three and pointed towards Eddie. "Are you a fag or something? Huh?" Eddie looked at the guy confused, he reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. The guy was definitely drunk. That still didn't excuse him from saying that word more so on your friend.

"Excuse us?" You asked the guy very "politely".

"I'm not talking to you weed bag!" The guy answer you as he spilled the alcohol that he had in his hands on your pants but you didn't care that much. "What? Got broke and nobody is willing to give you a coke for a head? So desperate that you need a help from a faggot?" He looked at Eddie.

You slammed your glass against the table you sat at, got up from your seat, grabbed the drunker's nasty shirt collar, and made him back away against a nearby wall. The guy looked like he's gonna piss himself. Good.

You were about to say something before someone grabbed you from behind and before you knew it you were thrown out of the bar. You got up quickly. You were ashamed that you caused a ruckus around yourself but mostly that you caused problems for your friends.

Meanwhile, with Eddie and Venom, the sudden aggressive movement surprised both of them. They knew your personality changed once you stopped doing drugs. You were more alert, your senses were much sharper and you haven't got yourself in a bad situation in a long time. But something about you standing up for them made both feel a bit fuzzy, in a good way.

Eddie was late to react when the security kicked you out. He quickly paid for the drinks and went out to his friend. He stopped before he walked out of the bar. He saw the drunk man in front of M/n who was looking down on him with disgust. The drunk man was definitely shouting at you cus of the saliva that flew on your face. You wiped your face and grabbed the man's hair. He screamed for you to let go but nobody seems to go and help him.

Eddie ran after you as he saw you drag him away. Venom was actually excited for some reason. Eddie couldn't deny it did spark something in him as well but he's not sure of his feelings yet.

Once he found you in an alleyway, the drunk man was already on his back holding his eye. You must have punched him quite hard as blood ran down his face. You were a bit away but he could sense that you'll move any second. Before you made any sept forward he had you in a headlock and the rest you know.

Still, with Eddie and Venom, now in the present, he felt his heart speed up. The way you said they are handsome and the way you held his face just hit differently. He nor Venom couldn't deny that the way you have beaten up that guy wasn't hot...

He stood there unable to think of anything but when Venom screamed in his mind you already booked it. You ran fast but not fast enough for Venom.

Eddie let Venom take control. When they caught up to you they grabbed you and jumped on a nearby rooftop. You yelped once you were in the air. You hated heights and both of them knew that so that's why Venom chose a random ass rooftop so you won't ran off.

You scrambled so you sit in the middle of it. You sure hate heights. You gave the two a terrified glare.

"M/n calm down we're not gonna hurt you." Venom started to speak to you. They had their hands stretched out as if trying to calm a wild animal.

You just stared at them. You felt really guilty. You touch them without their permission and made both of them very uncomfortable. That is what you thought at least. "But you should!" You said out of nowhere.

Venom looked shocked they seemed out of it. "We won't! You didn't hurt us." Venom's booming voice echoed in your head. They saw you opening your mouth so they interrupted you. "Do you like us?" Venom could hear Eddie's voice shouting at them "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??" Venom got silence from you. You looked very shocked and your heart rate picked up from stress.

"I-...No, that's not right- I mean. I like you as-" you rambled on trying to make sense of yourself.

"As friends?" They asked. You looked at them and tried to speak. Your head tried to make sense of everything and it was overwhelming.

Should you be honest? Should you lie? Would they look differently at you if you'd confess?

You blinked rapidly, your eyes went over Venom's face like daggers. "I-"

"Because we don't!"

Those three words stung right in your heart. You could feel your lip quiver and a lump in your throat form. You swallowed your fear and grief, and weakly smiled at the symbiote. But what else did you expect? They have the full right to not be your friends anymore. "I see-"

"We like you more than that!" Venom yet again interrupted you after an internal monologue with Eddie. "We really like you M/n!"

You were back in a shock..."I feel lightheaded..." And you sure were, after those words, you collapsed down and blacked out.

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"Uh, Eddie? I think we killed him..."

You woke up to a light shining in your eyes. Once you opened your eyes you weren't met with your bedsheets and your window curtains but completely different ones.

You sat up quickly which big mistake for you cus your head started to hurt. You hissed and looked around more closely. You still wore everything you wear the night before when you went out with Eddie and Venom...

Everything from that night crashed back into you. Did Venom really mean what they said? One side of you hoped so, the other was against it.

The room you were in seemed familiar. With light steps, you got up and went into the next room. Upon observing it your suspension of this being Eddie's apartment was confirmed.

You look for the male with a symbiote in him around the house but the only thing you could find of him were his socks next to the couch. "Did he sleep here?" You asked yourself out loud and looked at the clock out of habit.

You were self-employed. You didn't have a stable schedule for work so you didn't worry about getting late to work but still, you wanted to see how long did you sleep and how long were you a burden. It was around 10 AM, you slept longer than you thought. You cringed at the thought of taking Eddie's bed when this is his and Venom's home. You could have definitely slept on the couch instead of him.

You heard a click from the front door so you went there to see who is it. Eddie came thru the door with a white plastic bag in his hand filled with groceries. You walked to him and offered him your help. He got scared at your very quiet arrival and cursed under his breath. It surprised you but then again he might think you were asleep still. "May I then?" You asked again this time a bit gentler to not startle him again. You outstretch your hand a little and he nodded and hand you the bag.

You grabbed it and went to the kitchen to set it down. Once on the counter, you debated whether you should lay out the groceries or not. You decide against it and went to meet with Eddie and Venom. They were putting away the hoddie that Eddie wore. You haven't stepped closer, afraid you might startle him again.

"May I...um...Did...Was..." Although you didn't want to startle him you really needed to know what Venom said is true. He seemed confused by your stuttering, who wouldn't? But after he looked a bit into the distance, he collected himself and walk slowly towards you.

"You want to know if what Venom said is...true, right?" He seemed to be on the nerve which made you anxious. "Well...It is true."

It took you a while to process what he said. You felt lightheaded again. Eddie must have noticed cus he quickly held you by your shoulders. You guessed your head just couldn't comprehend what Eddie said. You grabbed his shoulders too and looked him in the eyes. "Please don't say jk!" You were pale so Eddie set you down on a chair.

"No, we won't. We both truly mean it." His hands were still on your shoulders to reassure you. "Yes I was confused about my feelings but after that day you almost die... We've realized neither of us can let you go." Venom seeped thru Eddie's shoulder and nodded.

"I-...Did you know I liked you back?" You asked genuinely. At this point, you thought you were just dreaming and that you'll wake up anytime soon.

Eddie's eyes flicked between you and the floor. When he swallowed Venom opened their mouth. "Yes, we knew."

You felt even more lightheaded. Eddie held you still. He panicked while Venom pour you a glass of water, which you took happily. Although your hands shook like crazy you drank the water. You breathe out. "So... What now?" You looked up at them. They seem like they didn't think that far.

"Well-" Eddie started but Venom interrupted "Stay with us!" They shoved their face in front of yours. Eddie faceplanted and looked at his symbiote. "Venom!" "What? We agreed we want him so I don't see why not have him!" "We, maybe, but not him! And why would you say it like that?" Eddie argued with Venom obviously. Venom looked at you. "Stay with us?" Eddie groaned.

You giggled a little, they both are cute like this. Although they caught you off guard, the pain in your chest slowly disappeared. "I wouldn't mind really." You said as you looked at them. Eddie seemed pleasantly shocked and Venom grinned more. "Although, I've never been in a relationship even more so in the same gender relationship... What exactly do you do in it?" You were honestly confused. You had feelings of the need to protect and cherish both of them but do you need to change for the sake of this upgraded friendship?

"I- We haven't been with a man either but I think we'll figure it together out eventually." Eddie smiled at you and you return it.

With a sigh, you gulped the last drop of your water and leaned your aching head against Eddie's chest. "Thanks for the water V." You heard no problem and felt a hesitant hands wrapping around you before they relaxed.

After a minute of comfortable silence, you had to ask. "So are we now boyfriends or?" You were met with silence from both but a rapid heart beating from their heart.

Eddie gulped "Well, we hope so." You smiled and hugged Eddie's chest bringing them close.

"So boyfriends then."

...

"Is there any chance I can shower at your place?"

"Yeah! Of course-" "WITH US!" "You're moving too fast venom!"

"Thank you...both of you!"

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Welcome back, I am tired, this was written in primarily a feverish state because if I didn’t get it out it was going to haunt me. I apologize in advance for the long chunks of text.

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"The primary difference between this scan and the emergency scan we had you do when you came in is mostly to do with what we're specifically looking for," Dr. Dan Explained as Eddie pushed your wheelchair down the hospital halls. "A CT scan is faster and less movement sensitive, which helped determine what kind of initial care you needed when you came in through the ER and helped us rule out there being any serious physical injury to the brain. The MRI, while more complicated, will show us a better picture of the soft tissues in your skull and we'll have access to multiple types of imaging simultaneously to help us look for any acute issues that may have developed from your head trauma."

"Is there anything you're looking for specifically?" your phone vocalized for you.

"No, if we were looking for something, it would mean that some of the other tests indicated there's actually a specific problem to look for. In your case, there were some areas of the CT scan that aren't very clear that we just want to be sure aren't hiding any kind of injury or trauma," Dan replied aloud, but he deliberately turned and made eye contact as he very intentionally thought "Eddie and Venom were concerned that being in contact with a symbiote you're not hosting might have caused some damage. As symbiotes and their effects on human bodies are detectable via MRI, I'll be able to tell if there's any damage from them as well as check in on anything else there."

Doctor Dan Lewis was an honest breath of fresh air. You'd been uncertain with telling a medical professional anything about the situation, but Eddie had insisted that he was trustworthy--he'd kept Venom a secret and had covered for both of them quite a few times. You'd been careful with what you revealed, saying little more other than you had been born with the ability to read minds and you were never able to turn it off. Eddie had been more than happy to take over and clarify what had actually happened in the grocery store parking lot as far as he and Venom understood.

It had been many years since you'd told someone about your powers--the reactions could be anywhere from horrified to grim confirmation. But with Dan, it was almost as if he didn't have a reaction: he listened to what you had to say, considered it and then smoothly accepted mind-reading as just another character trait. It was as if you'd told him you liked a specific movie franchise that he was familiar with but didn't have any strong opinions of. This was new. People typically didn't accept that you could hear their thoughts with the emotional equivalent of a "that's cool". And just from the few minutes you'd spent with him and feeling out his mind, it wasn't because he was used to people with superhuman abilities--he was just genuinely focused on trying to make sure that you were going to be okay and it wasn't the time to focus on the revelation.

If only all doctors were so skilled at compartmentalizing their emotions and opinions.

"Eddie, are you going to come in with me?" you asked through TTS, mostly to keep from accidentally alienating Dan from the conversation.

"I'd like to, but I'm gonna go out and get some food while you're taking care of that," Eddie responded. From inside, you could feel Venom getting agitated. He knew this hallway and it had bad feelings associated with it.

"Venom has a bad reaction to high frequencies," Dr. Dan's thoughts explained. "It messes with his ability to stay bonded to Eddie."

The words were accompanied by a vivid visual memory of Venom being launched out of Eddie's body and writhing across the floor while a loud sound roared in the background. You tilted your head as you watched the scene, feeling how Dan recalled his own past shock and instinctive revulsion at seeing something so unfamiliar move with such clear intent, leaping and spreading across a glass door, very clearly seeking to reunite with his host.

Venom and Eddie's thoughts also seemed to be dwelling on the same event, but from very different perspectives: Eddie was remembering how sick and weak he felt after the MRI turned on, like the flu but more intense. His partner, on the other hand, recalled a sort of frantic desperation mixed with guilt. Something had been said--or thought--before the separation and now the connection was severed and he just had to get back to his host, he had to and not just for survival this time. He had to explain--

Your wheelchair bumped over some kind of threshold and jolted you out from your intense focus on everyone's thoughts. You caught some curiosity from Dan as you jolted a little and busied yourself typing, hoping no one else in the hall had noticed.

"How long is it going to take? The MRI?"

"Depending on if we can get the scan in the first try, it can be as short as 20 minutes. If we want or need to do multiple, it'll be longer. I've never had an MRI session last much longer than 90 minutes personally, but a few of my colleagues have taken up to 2 full hours."

"I'm gonna have to be quick then," Eddie joked. "Don't wanna miss anything exciting."

"Actually, unless we see something that requires an immediate response, you should be getting everything finalized to be discharged later today or early tomorrow," Dan interjected. "The MRI scans will need to be analyzed just in case and we'll be able to discuss the complete results in about a week's time, either with an in-person visit or over the phone. Though I imagine you'd prefer the former."

You shrugged your shoulders noncommittally as Eddie stopped just outside the door of a room labeled MRI Suite.

"This is my stop, I'll come back to see you after," the tattooed reporter remarked, patting you on the shoulder in an attempt to offer some comfort. "Gotta feed the beast after all."

"FIRST PARASITE, NOW BEAST," Venom whined. "YOU'RE SO CRUEL TO ME, EDDIE."

Dan held open the door and helped you inside as Eddie walked off, silently arguing with his partner about what counted as a term of endearment. He then did the standard spiel, asking you to remove anything metal on your person and talking you through what the MRI was going to be like and asking if you'd like a sedative to ensure you'd keep calm and still. As he spoke, you couldn't help but notice that the doctor's thoughts all offered further explanation basically on autopilot--he was prethinking responses to common questions and determining what phrasing would put you most at ease. You actually had to ask him to repeat himself on a few details because of how much technical information he was processing.

"While you're inside, I'll be able to see you at all times on that monitor," Dan explained, pointing out one of the screens at the computer setup. "I'm going to ask you to do a few things, but you cannot move your head at all while I'm doing a scan, so do not feel the need to respond to anything I say by nodding or anything like that. I'll instruct you how to respond if I need it."

As you laid in the giant donut shaped machine, you took several deep breaths, reminding yourself that this was a totally safe procedure--not dissimilar to a visit at the dentist. Still, a little concern persisted: you'd never had your brain scanned while conscious. Would your power interfere with the machine? Could you mess up the scan somehow? Was it even detectible, this psychic capability?

Dr. Lewis was largely silent, occasionally asking you to hold your breath for a few moments while capturing an image and reassuring you that you were doing well. He checked in once or twice when he noticed you getting tense, but otherwise the only sound was the roar of giant magnets.

"That's it for the standard scans," Dan finally stated, the machine slowing and rumbling much softer than before. "If you don't mind, I'd like to do a few extra. But first, I wanted to ask something about your ability. Are you constantly aware of people's thoughts, like how your normal hearing works? Give me a thumbs up for yes, a thumbs down for no, feel free to give any other gesture to let me know you don't want to answer or if it's more complicated than a simple yes or no."

You hesitated before slowly giving the affirmative.

"Okay. Same answer system as before, can you focus in on one person's thoughts and push out other thoughts?"

That was technically two questions wrapped up in one, so you held up two fingers and then vaguely gestured to try and communicate your confusion.

"Right, I'm not fully sure what that means, I'll say it's a little complicated. Would you be comfortable trying to focus in on my thoughts--if that's possible, if I've misunderstood you then just go ahead and say no--but just to focus in on my thoughts during a few scans? I'd like to see if there's a difference in brain activity when you're actively tuned into someone as opposed to passively hearing everything in your radius. You're completely free to refuse."

His thoughts didn't have anything overtly suspicious as he said it. You let the question hang, waiting to see if that would change the longer you let the silence stretch on. But aside from some concern that he might have overstepped or misunderstood, you detected nothing in Dan's head other than a genuine but restrained curiosity.

This was new. No one with any sort of scientific or medical background had been so interested in you while maintaining such respect for your consent: it was always "how can I make her agree or make her guardians agree to let me experiment?" or "In the name of national security, the government will sponsor me poking wires into her brain." Dr. Lewis was not only willing to accept a no but actively expecting it on the basis of your comfort with the idea. He was actually fully okay with having his curiosity remaining unfulfilled.

You pursed your lips. You couldn't deny that you had always been curious about how your mind-reading worked. And of anyone you'd met, Dan was by far the only person you could actually feel was trustworthy. So why not give it a chance?

You gave a thumbs up.

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Your hospital room was silent except for the occasional crunching as you nibbled on the bag of chips Eddie had brought you. You were very pointedly trying to ignore the internal debate being held inside his brain, but with Venom's volume, it was impossible to actually fully tune them out.

"I DON'T SEE ANY CAMERAS."

"That doesn't mean they aren't there. And it would be impossible to completely hide you if someone walks in."

"BUT I WANT TO DO THIS FACE TO FACE."

The chip bag had run dry. You balled up the packaging and tossed it towards the trash can on the opposite wall, but it bounced off the rim. Your phone's notifications had run dry quite some time ago and you didn't feel up to mindlessly scrolling your social media feeds. What else could you do while they were talking that wouldn't put them off from conversation once they were ready?

Eddie said your name, and you finally made eye contact with him.

"Vee wants a direct chat, just to talk about some stuff that you saw during the...I guess we're calling it an accident?" He shrugged. "Anyway, we're not going to fully 'suit up' or anything, but he's gonna be driving my body for a quick minute. Might look a little freaky, but it's not gonna hurt me or anything. Okay?"

"Will you be listening too? Or is he taking all the way over?" you signed, trying to not remember the last time you'd seen them "suited up".

"Well, it's my body--just because he's in control doesn't mean he can disconnect me from my senses. Only time I wouldn't be able to see or hear what's happening is if I'm unconscious."

"ARE YOU READY, EDDIE?"

"Okay, let's do it."

He rolled back his shoulders and relaxed as best he could in the visitor's chair. For a second, you could have sworn the veins in his neck went black, but it was gone before you could be sure you'd really seen it. His eyes flickered under the lids, like someone in a deep sleep, before his eyes fluttered open. A startled sound escaped you when you realized that Eddie's blue-green eyes were completely white.

"It's just me, Morsel. No need to be afraid. Eddie will be fine, I just wanted to be sure you knew it was me."

He spoke with Eddie's voice. Perhaps using a lower tone and adding a little rasp, but it sounded no different than just a moment ago when you'd been reassured. Yet it was Venom's will that commanded the words, his presence that drove his host's body to stand and adopt a slightly bowed posture in a bid to seem smaller and less threatening.

"Is this disturbing to you?" he inquired, tilting his head in a gesture that reminded you of a cat and fully unlike any mannerism Eddie had shown. "Would you prefer to just hear me through my thoughts? I know humans can get upset about things that are unfamiliar."

"It startled me, but if you really want to talk to me yourself instead of just thinking at me I can deal with it," you tried to assure him with carefully controlled sign, trying to keep your tone calm and not as rattled as the realization that you were actually hearing Venom had made you.

"You made contact with my mind directly without hosting me. I figured you deserved an explanation for what you saw and felt in my memory."

"I don't think I actually saw anything. Not with what I would recognize as sight, anyway," you recalled. "It was mostly...feelings. Sensations. The emotions of lots of...well, they couldn't have been human people. What was that memory?"

"It might be a little obvious to say, but I am not the only one of my kind," Venom remarked with a shrug. "We didn't really have a name for ourselves, but many of the other species and races we encountered on our journeys through the universe called us 'Klyntar'. My colony has existed for a long time and I do not remember when I became myself--if I spawned off of one of the other symbiotes in my colony or if I was created by some other means and was adopted. We spent a long time--too long to actually measure with any accuracy--travelling through space inside of asteroids and comets, mostly dormant until we would encounter other life forms that we could bond with. The memory you saw was one of those, where the colony and I were waiting to discover a new planet and find new hosts."

"Wow, you really are an old man, aren't you buddy?"

"SHUT UP EDDIE!"

"So you've had hosts before. Hosts that lived on planets far away from this one," you clarified, trying to wrap you head around what he was saying.

"What you and your kind call 'aliens', yes. My colony would land on any planet with complex lifeforms and bind to them. We fed on their hormones and bodies, moving to new hosts when the old ones died. When we began to run out of hosts, we would use whatever technology we could get to send ourselves back into space, back into our hibernation until we found a new planet."

"You...destroyed planets?"

"When you phrase it that way, it sounds like we intentionally engineered genocide," Venom scoffed, though you could feel some internal discomfort with the idea. "We were hungry. We fed on what we could. We weren't meant to think outside of getting what Riot--our leader--needed done. It's part of why I was considered a loser: I wanted to bind to one perfect host and keep them alive until we needed to leave again. Most of the rest of the colony weren't so picky and just went for anything that wouldn't die right away. To keep one host alive was...inefficient. It meant my host had to cannibalize their own kind to support us, which meant fewer overall hosts for other symbiotes to potentially bond with. Riot never liked me--I was the 'problem child' you might call it. He said I got too attached to my hosts, that it was embarrassing and I was playing at a fantasy."

The final words were spat with a startling amount of hostility. You could see in the Venom's memories how the gray symbiote leader spoke down to him, how he was insulted for communicating with his hosts rather than just usurping their bodies and doing whatever he wanted. Even in space, when most of the colony formed a unified mass in the space rocks they used as shelter and transport, he was continuously kept on the fringes, in the spots where the risk for accidental fire exposure was highest despite his loyalty to the colony. This was why he felt heat in space when all the other amorphous members of his species stayed in a frozen slumber.

"There are no secrets in a symbiote colony--not when we can communicate everything by touching one another. There was nowhere to keep your thoughts private. Those of us who had quirks like mine had to be the ones who took the risks on behalf of the colony. If we didn't, we could be left behind on planets with no more hosts. When we came to earth, the scientists took the symbiotes who were closest to the exterior, the ones who the colony could afford to lose. Riot came with us to orchestrate our escape from human custody because he was the strongest of the colony, able to bond with his hosts the most quickly after hibernation. The rest of us needed time to wake up, to find hosts that would sustain our transition. But the plan failed when the human Riot found to host him was injured and he was taken to a different place than we were."

"So that's why you were in the Life Foundation's lab and Riot came from outta nowhere six months after the initial crash landing."

"HE HAD TO DO SOME COMPLICATED HOST JUMPING TO GET TO THE CORRECT CONTINENT. IT WAS PROBABLY ONE OF THE FEW TIMES HE INTENTIONALLY KEPT A HOST ALIVE AND INCONSCPICOUS SO HE COULD STRATEGIZE HIS TRAVEL."

"Does that mean there's a comet of symbiotes still headed to earth?" you interrupted the pair's reminiscing about the time just before they had first met.

"That, I could not tell you, Morsel," Venom admitted. "Whether it was or still is heading towards this planet is beyond me. My understanding is that the Life Foundation kept most of their information about their mission secret and very few people were privy to anything about where we were found. Riot's plan was to use human technology to bring the colony to this planet, but I don't know if that means the comet is going to drift here or if it was drifting in some other way that required proper retrieval. "

Eddie's neck spasmed momentarily, causing his whole head to jolt. You instinctively grabbed at the railing on the bed, but when he looked at you, the whiteness over his eyes had disappeared and Eddie cleared his throat.

"Ugh, Vee, always with the growly voice...sorry, I just wanted to add on a few things, didn't mean to make you jump."

You let him know if was fine and asked for him to continue, again feeling your nerves somewhat jangled by the transition. It was different than the other way around: Venom had taken control almost methodically while Eddie had functionally yanked the reins back into his control without hesitation. The symbiote didn't have any verbal commentary on the change, but he was very clearly communicating a sense of frustration towards his host.

"I did some digging into what happened to the Life Foundation's data and computers," the dark haired reporter explained, retaking his seat. "Turns out aside from being a megalomaniac, the late Carlton Drake was also paranoid about outside investigations looking too deep. The tech guys he had wired the Foundation's whole system to erase damning evidence if he failed to sign into the system on a regular basis, so all of the research data found by law enforcement after his little spaceship crash was heavily redacted, to the point of being functionally useless to prosecute him or his company. I tried to see if I could find anything about the probes they sent, but all of the space travel data was covered up, so it doesn't look like the information is easily searchable on the human side of things, but considering the vastness of space and the fact that the Foundation had to use a probe and then retrieve that probe when it returned to Earth, I'd say there's a pretty good chance there won't be a literal alien invasion anytime soon and if it does end up near earth, people like NASA will spot it and we can figure out what happens next from there."

"That was a lot," you commented, hoping your raised eyebrows translated for him the intended deadpan tone for your signing. "But that's it? Venom is the only symbiote on Earth?"

"As far as he knows. The other ones he came with died in the lab and we intentionally burned Riot."

"Is that...lonely for him at all?"

The alien was silent in Eddie's head, indicating a small flicker of pride when recalling the exploding spaceship, but he seemed to be pondering the question much more seriously than you'd initially expected.

"I DO NOT THINK OF IT VERY OFTEN," he eventually admitted. "BUT SOMETIMES I WONDER IF THE COLONY KNOWS SOMEHOW THAT RIOT IS GONE. OR IF THEY ARE EVEN CONSCIOUS ENOUGH TO KNOW I'M NOT THERE. BUT I AM NOT SAD ABOUT IT: I HAVE EDDIE TO TAKE CARE OF AND BAD GUYS TO HUNT. AND NOW I HAVE YOU TO PROTECT AS WELL, LITTLE MORSEL."

"Why do you call me 'morsel' all the time? I understand that it's a pet name, but why that one?"

"I AM ALWAYS HUNGRY. FOOD HAS ALWAYS BEEN MOST IMPORTANT, BUT NOW YOU ARE JUST AS IMPORTANT, LIKE EDDIE."

"I understand Eddie; he's literally hosting you and is the primary person in your life. But why consider me so important?" you pressed. "Is it just because of my powers? Because I can hear you? Would you have gotten attached to me if I didn't accidentally reveal them?"

"I DO NOT THINK THAT IS A FAIR QUESTION: WE WOULD NOT HAVE REVEALED OURSELVES TO YOU IF YOU HADN'T PROVEN TO BE DIFFERENT THAN THE OTHER HUMANS IN THE STORE WHEN WE MET. EVERYTHING STARTED BECAUSE OF YOUR POWERS, SO TO TAKE THAT ALL AWAY PREVENTS YOU FROM MEETING ME SO DIRECTLY. BUT IF WE HAD MET UNDER DIFFERENT CIRCUMSTANCES, I WOULD HOPE THAT AT LEAST EDDIE WOULD GET ATTACHED AND I WOULD HAVE GROWN TO SEE YOU AS JUST AS SPECIAL, MIND READING OR NO. I DO NOT ALWAYS INVEST MYSELF INTO THE PEOPLE EDDIE MEETS BECAUSE MANY PEOPLE WALK IN AND OUT OF HIS--AND BY PROXY OUR--LIFE. BUT IT IS NOT JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN HEAR ME EITHER. YOU ARE ONE OF THE FEW INDIVIDUALS WHO I COULD CONSIDER MY FRIEND. OF THE PEOPLE WHO KNOW I EXIST, NONE OF THEM ACTUALLY PAY ATTENTION TO ME UNLESS WE ARE MASKED--THEIR RELATIONSHIPS WITH ME ARE CENTERED ON THEIR RELATIONSHIPS WITH EDDIE. BUT YOU INCLUDE ME, YOU REACH OUT TO TALK TO ME EVEN WHEN YOU HAVE TO BE SNEAKY IN HOW YOU SAY IT. EVEN IF I WERE WITH A DIFFERENT HOST, I WOULD WANT TO BE IN CONTACT WITH YOU."

Venom's words were backed by some pretty hefty emotions. He was trying to interpret them the best he could with English, but it was obvious that no matter how long he went on, the true extent of his feelings were so complicated that it would take quite a while to sort through it all. But the message he was trying to communicate was pretty clear: he held affection for you and it wasn't just due to his intrigue with your abilities. He was also fully independent of his host in how he viewed you, but you didn't really know how to interpret that sentiment any farther: his mind related it to some sort of previous experience that didn't translate through Eddie's brain very well.

Someone knocked at the door, startling the three of you. Eddie went to stand, but the door swung open immediately after, revealing someone you'd never seen before.

"Sorry to interrupt, I just have some discharge paperwork to go over with you, Miss," they said, taking note of Eddie's (apparent) jumpiness. You pursed your lips and nodded, trying to ignore how the hospital employee was choosing to interpret your friend's actions. It was impressive that they could reach such a ridiculous NSFW conclusion so quickly and with such a straight face.

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It was almost impossible to sleep now that you were off pain meds. With nothing to concretely hold onto, your mind wandered towards the thoughts and dreams of others, telling you more than you'd ever wanted to know about your incidental thought neighbors. Of course you probably could have asked for something to help put you to sleep, but the nightshift nurse who was assigned to your area had some pretty hostile thoughts that made you not want to interact with her any more than necessary--she was the kind of person who would gossip that you were addicted to drugs if you requested them. You hadn't ever run into her before during work, but you suspected she might be intentionally avoiding you just based on how she ran her unending internal monologue of complaints and just about every -ism you could imagine. It of course was of no help that she was the closest and most alert person in range, making her thoughts far "louder" and hard to ignore.

You were trying to focus on someone who was a little farther away and required more focus to tune into. It was someone younger who was having a very vivid dream about trying to catch an unspecified orb of light. The backdrop of their dream was an out-of-focus beach, which you hoped would help you feel peaceful enough to enter dreamland yourself.

"...lf of my heart is in Havana, ooh na-na, He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na..."

Aaaand of course someone was walking by and mentally singing. Was the universe conspiring against you or something?

You reached towards the call button, opinions of the night nurse be damned, but something made you pull up short. After a second, you realized that musical thoughts had abruptly stopped the second you moved.

You sat up, checking to make sure the blinds were securely shut on your window--they were--and that there were no shadows by the door to signal someone waiting outside--there wasn't. And yet you could have sword the music stopping had been a response to your movement. Yet you were alone and none of the minds you felt in range were observing you.

Then, like a blast from a cannon:

"Just a young gun with a quick fuse, I was uptight, wanna let loose, I was dreaming of bigger things and, Wanna leave my own life behind..."

The music was back, but this time there was a slight reverb to the lyrics--they were listening to actual music as well as mentally singing along. But it had much more intent than when most people listened to music: they were deliberately following the words to the exclusion of nearly everything else, including all senses except hearing. And the thoughts faded as whomever it was promptly left the radius of your ability to psychic-ly detect. For a brief moment, you caught the direction they were moving, but the strangest part was that they were above you--at least one or two stories up. And yet, you could have sworn somehow they reacted to you.

If it had been someone you knew, even if you just knew their name and/or face, you'd be able to identify them. But this was a stranger. A stranger who had managed to keep you from even accidentally catching any details about them. Unlucky or coincidence?

You really hoped it was just sleep deprivation paranoia talking.

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