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albertavenator · 1 year
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So I've basically binged all of a podcast called Malevolent over the past couple days.
The first episode starts with a private investigator, Arthur Lester, in 1930's Arkham, waking up blind and with amnesia. His partner is dead on the floor in front of him and a voice starts talking to him in his head...
I think a lot of fans of Symbrock would really like this too. It's queer, there's angst and yearning, heartfelt declarations and vicious squabbling. There's about nine billion uses of the word "fuck" and a little fancy British man making panicked noises in your ear while a deep, growly inhuman voice lovingly describes everything around them.
One character often has to talk the other out of committing atrocities and it's not the one you think.
It's Lovecraftian and there's quite a lot of horror and squelchy noises, so be warned.
It has excellent sound work and music too. Plus, it's apparently a one man show and I HAD NO FUCKING IDEA
The voice acting is that good!
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eddievenombigbang · 2 years
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What We Define As Bad
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Title: What We Define As Bad
Author: BurningSlowly Artist: @haybee05​ Rated: T Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42222135/chapters/106009146
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Venom (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote, Dylan Brock & Sleeper Symbiote, Sleeper Symbiote & Doctor Steven (Marvel), Sleeper Symbiote & April Parker, Dylan Brock & April Parker Characters: April Parker, Sleeper Symbiote (Marvel), Dylan Brock, Eddie Brock, Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Doctor Steven (Marvel) Additional Tags: Claustrophobia, Panic Attacks, Good Parents Eddie Brock & Venom Symbiote, Sleeper Is Baby, Gift Fic, Prompt Fill, Protective Eddie Brock, Protective Venom Symbiote (Marvel) Summary:
April is settling into life with the Brocks, but a trip to the lab facility for testing, and seeing where Sleeper lived for the first days of his life triggers a violent panic attack. Her brothers are on hand to protect her.
For @hanaotaku95
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teriibyte · 2 years
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Venom (Comics), Marvel (Comics) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote Characters: Eddie Brock, Eddie Brock | Venom, Venom Symbiote (Marvel) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Fluff, Kissing, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, ish, Gender-Neutral Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Self-Doubt, Pet Names, like two. Summary:
Silly, Eddie spoke into their shared mind, Why would you ever think for a second that I wouldn't want you just as you are?
Post-Planet of the Symbiotes. The symbiote feels doubts about itself after recent events and Eddie is there to comfort it.
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(Wrote this in a need for more fanworks (or anything, really) involving calling the symbiote angelic)
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You Know What You Know
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~1k, Eddie Brock/Venom, E-rating, Post-Canon
Summary: Eddie has dealt with a lot in his life whether it's good news or bad news. Sometimes... it's just unexpected.
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bridoesotherjunk · 9 months
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To any and all fanfic writers
If I see that your fic was written by Ai
I am 100% not reading your fic
Sorry, not sorry.
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all-or-nothing-baby · 6 months
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THE LITTLEST THINGS CAN HONESTLY MEAN SO, SO MUCH
i was just idly looking at the bookmarks on one of my fics and, nestled in between somebody's perfunctory tags (hurt/comfort, soft boys, completed etc) was a tag very simply named 'WOW' ...and, well. feck me backwards if that didn't make my whole goddamn day ×10 better lol.
my dudes, i can assure you that the above is often all it takes to make a writer's/artist's heart bloom with happiness.
so, i urge you to reblog! reblog! reblog! here on tumblr dot com and try to say something kind in the tags, a mere keysmash even.
on AO3, always leave kudos if you read fic or look at art there and—whenever and wherever you possibly can—comment to your hearts content, even if that is only more keysmash or just one word or a wee emoji (or a few!). also, if you bookmark publicly, try to tag it with something complimentary like my reader did or leave a nice description as a part of your recommendation because the author gets to see those things, too.
I PROMISE YOU THAT NONE OF THIS WILL EVER GO UNNOTICED OR UNAPPRECIATED!
sometimes a single word or symbol can mean the whole world <3
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#dirty minds worldwide
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mischievous-thunder · 8 months
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starchaserfanatic · 6 months
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I love finding out that I can read hundreds of stories about the same two losers and never get bored, but the second someone puts a real book in front of me I suddenly have a thousand other things I want to do.
Case in point:
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primewritessmut · 2 years
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Midnight Snack
Eddie gives Venom a lesson in blow jobs. Or maybe it’s the other way around...
READ ON AO3.
Eddie Brock has learned a lot about aliens — well, one particular alien — in the last year and a half; the most pertinent of which is that this particular alien is impatient. Unwilling to wait. Unable to hold themself back. Seemingly fueled only by instant gratification. Venom once ripped the door off the oven because their tater tots were taking too long to cook.
So Eddie is surprised when he feels them sliding up his chest, over the hard dip of his sternum and pressing their lips into his neck again. He would have assumed he’d be feeling a tongue on his dick by now rather than words spoken into his ear.
We like this nickname, Eddie.
“What…” Eddie flips through the last minute in his mind and hears what came out of his mouth. Love. “You… you do?”
Mmmm. It is just for us.
Venom’s mouth latches onto Eddie’s neck where they’ve been tonguing him since they woke him. High up, on the sensitive skin under his ear. His hips buck and shivers coat his skin under Venom’s questing tendrils.
“Yes,” he pants. “Yeah, love, it’s just for you.”
Venom’s teeth nip at the shell of Eddie’s ear and his breath stutters out of him.
“I thought I was giving you a lesson about blow jobs.”
You said we could use our mouth on you.
“Yeah…” the word trails off in Eddie’s mouth as Venom soothes the bite with their tongue.
And we said we would do all the work.
Eddie nods, or tries to, but he stops with his head tilted back and Venom’s mouth nipping and sucking at his neck.
Let us eat, Eddie.
And then Venom’s tongue is licking along Eddie’s lower lip, his mouth opening just enough that the tip of their tongue can flick inside. Eddie sucks on it as a moan vibrates through him. They taste like chocolate and he runs his tongue along theirs to gather more of the flavor.
“Mmm, V,” Eddie hums against Venom’s mouth, “not that I don’t like what you’re doing with your tongue here but my dick could really use some attention.”
Will you tell us what you want?
A tendril taps against Eddie’s temple and he knows what they’re asking for; permission to listen to his thoughts and card through his memories. It’s a boundary that Eddie’s kept up for reasons that elude him in this moment. Venom has already seen all the worst things about Eddie in his nightmares and the memories that seep through when he’s depressed.
We will make you feel very good.
“And this has nothing to do with all the chemicals you can wring out of me when I feel good?”
Venom’s laugh shivers against Eddie where they’re touching each other and he can’t help but relax. This is just him and Venom. No one else.
They nuzzle back against Eddie’s neck and speak their next words into his skin: We can feel good together, Eddie.
Only an idiot would say no to that. And, while Eddie is sometimes an idiot, he isn’t going to be one tonight. The only words that make sense roll off of his tongue.
“Yes, love.”
A pleased rumbling sound vibrates the air as tendrils tug Eddie’s boxers down his legs and off and Venom drags their teeth over his chest. The slight pain mixed with anticipation makes his cock jump. He can’t feel Venom in his brain but they must be there, seeing how Eddie likes to toe the line between pain and pleasure, knowing how much is too much and bringing him right to edge.
Their head dips lower, long tongue dragging along the ridge of Eddie’s hip bones before scraping sharp teeth across them. Small tendrils slide over his collarbone and down to his nipples, pinching and tugging on them in a way that makes his back bow off the mattress.
“Shit,” he huffs, as Venom’s head dips lower, nudging his legs apart. “Having you in my head right now is…”
The thought is swallowed up by a whimper as a hand curls around the hard length of Eddie’s dick, stroking from the base to the tip and back, as Venom’s tongue lands on his balls.
“Oh fuck.”
He practically crawls up the bed away from the sensation, it’s everything he loves and it’s almost too much, but thick swathes of Venom wrap across his hips and chest, pinning him down. An embarrassingly needy moan escapes him as his body is pressed hard into the bed.
Stay still, Eddie. Venom’s voice echoes in his head as their tongue licks over his balls again. We are learning.
“God, you’re such a smart— ah.”
Venom’s hand around his dick is still stroking slowly, the pads of their fingers playing through the wetness gathering at the tip. And their mouth is laying teasing kisses around his balls, sucking and licking and teasing. Eddie’s not sure his heart has ever beat this hard.
You’re leaking, they observe as their tongue drags along the seam of his balls and then all the way up his dick, lapping the precome off the tip. We like the way you taste.
It’s such a small admission but it makes Eddie squeeze his eyes shut tight and cant his hips further into Venom’s mouth. He knows that Venom can see in his brain how much this act makes him nervous. Always believing that it’s a chore for his partners and he should never ask for it. So they’re giving him what he needs, like they always do, and telling him how much they enjoy it.
How much they enjoy him.
We want you. We want this.
Eddie moves underneath them as their tongue slides back down and curls along the soft skin behind his balls. Their tendrils petting over his skin, mapping him like a planet that needs to be conquered. Like all of Venom’s considerable focus is only for him.
You are beautiful, Eddie.
“Fuck,” he whispers as tears prick behind his eyes.
How embarrassing to be a weepy mess during freaky alien sex. Eddie needs to get ahold of himself. He fists his hands in the sheets at his side and tries to regain control of the situation, reminding himself that this is just sex. Pleasure. Hormones and chemicals.
“Are you going to talk or are you going to—ngh.”
Venom’s mouth envelopes the head of Eddie’s cock in tight, wet heat, and his eyes roll back in his head, hips squirming. A second hand forms along his hip, fingers curling tight into his skin, the sharp prick of claws making him shudder and squirm harder.
Like this, Eddie?
The suction on his dick makes his balls draw up against the tendril that’s teasing over them. He’s so close to coming. It’s like a mantra in his head that he’s sure Venom can hear: soclosesoclosesoclose. On the next hard pull of their mouth, Venom’s tongue teases up and around the head of Eddie’s cock, targeting the sensitive spot on the underside that pulls a whimper from him.
“Fuck you,” he gasps. “You know I like it like that.”
Mmmm, Venom hums, and the vibration of it makes Eddie’s body jerk hard enough that he’s worried he’ll dislodge them.
“Fuck. Fuck. Jesus. Yes. Like that. Please. Don’t stop.”
He can’t keep his mouth quiet or his words in as Venom works him over. Their mouth moving up and down along his cock. The hot, wet stroke of their tongue followed by hard pulls. The slight catch of their teeth at the base. Their hand, claws dug into his skin, pinning him down and making him take whatever they give him. The tendrils that are sliding up his inner thighs, teasing along his taut balls and the soft, sensitive skin behind.
“Fuck. I’m close. V. Please. Please. Ngh.”
Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, pushing into the pleasure of Venom’s mouth. Hands white-knuckling the sheets as the wave of his orgasm builds and builds and builds. Then he feels it; the slide of a warm, careful tendril over his knuckles, tugging at them, unhooking them from the sheet, weaving through his fingers. The tendrils grow, morphing into a hand that holds onto Eddie so he knows where to return to after he flies apart.
Come for us, Eddie. Let us taste you.
His whole body draws up, muscles contracting, clenching, squeezing tight until they suddenly release all at once. He feels suspended in the moment, flying above himself, until his orgasm crashes over him.
A long, drawn-out moan leaves Eddie as his body curls around the pleasure erupting from his core. Venom’s mouth works on his cock, swallowing him, pulling more from him, tasting him.
They suck him dry, right on the edge of too much before they pull their mouth free. The thick tendrils that held him to the bed shiver and shudder against his sweat-slicked skin as Venom feeds on the chemicals Eddie’s body just released.
He flops back on the mattress, relaxed and sated, feeling inordinately pleased with the way Venom squirms against him. Then they’re there, right in front of him, a wide grin on their face as they press their mouth to his.
Eddie can taste himself on their tongue and he sighs into their mouth as they kiss him, feeding him more of himself. He can feel Venom draping over him, whatever humanoid form they held during, melting apart until they lay over him like a weighted blanket.
He loves it.
Their head nuzzles back into his neck and settles there, a low purr hums through Eddie’s body and fills the room. He turns his head and presses a kiss to their forehead.
“How was your midnight snack?”
Mmmmm. Delicious, Eddie. Thank you.
Their tongue flicks over his pulse point as a laugh huffs out of him.
“I should be thanking you.”
The fingers that are still threaded through Eddie’s squeeze gently.
We felt good together, Eddie. Like we promised.
“Yeah, V,” he laughs again. “We work well together.”
If Eddie wants that statement to be true in more ways than this, he’ll just keep it to himself for now.
Not, V, they grumble against his neck. Call us the other one.
The other one?
Oh.
Eddie rolls over slowly, giving Venom time to adjust around him, until he’s on his stomach, pillow bunched up under his head, alien weighted blanket heavy on his back. He turns to where Venom’s noodle head is hooked over his shoulder and brushes his lips against their temple.
“Good night, love.”
A rumbling sigh ghosts across Eddie’s brain as he closes his eyes and falls asleep.
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eddievenombigbang · 2 years
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flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone
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Title: flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone Author: yrfrndfrnkly Artist: @losers-and-parasites​ Rating: M Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence 
Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42200949 Link to art: https://losers-and-parasites.tumblr.com/post/697354072774295552/my-artwork-from-the-eddievenombigbang-created
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to-proudly-go · 11 months
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Some of my friends can't fathom how I can oscillate from loving the most cliche and fluffiest stories to the most depraved and horrifying ones and like
A love story is a love story because it has love in it–tender, tragic, brutal, unconditional, unconventional, gruesome, simple, complicated love–but it is love all the same, no matter the form
So why should I prefer one over the others when it all gives me the same satisfaction?
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giyuulatte · 6 months
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it’s that time where i go through my marked for later on ao3 and see what kinda weird shit i was on
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