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snarky-badger · 3 years

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Out of the Eddie Closet - Part 1

Symbrock, Venom X Female!Reader, Venom/Eddie Brock/Fem!Reader

You’ve been hired to make sure the rave goes off without a hitch. The music is blaring, security is keeping out the undesirables, people are having fun, drinks are being mixed and served... and then something, someone, completely different crashes the party. You thought he was just sporting a rather impressive costume, and wouldn’t have thought otherwise... until you found yourself hosting an alien. Please God don’t let him be the kind that lays eggs in your chest.

You'd put together lots of raves in your life. You knew every location and warehouse in the city that could hold a massive group of people, and knew exactly what channels to go through to keep the cops away from said locations.

Didn't need those funsuckers ruining a perfectly good night, after all.

It helped that you owned a club known for it's parties. Tons of DJs loved your place. You'd built it with proper acoustics in mind, so that the music was concentrated to the dance floor. It allowed for people to be able to hold conversations at their tables, and for your barkeeps to be able to hear the orders.

So it was child's play to gather up some DJs that were willing to play last minute. Promised your bouncers time and a half for the extra hassle of not only controlling a huge crowd but preventing people from bringing in drugs. Got enough alcohol delivered to inebriate a quarter of the city.

Picking a location was a little harder. Most of the warehouses you could have rented were being used, and your club wasn't quite big enough for the amount of people that the organizers were planning on inviting.

Plus, they wanted everything kept secret until the last minute.

Sigh.

That narrowed the list of places even more.

Finally, after scouting some locations, you settled on a huge section of the underground tunnels under San Fransisco. They'd once been used for prohibition smuggling, and now lay empty and unused, forgotten by most of the population save for a few. You'd held a few raves there before, the acoustics were a little crappy, but the section you'd chosen would have two exits/entrances, perfect for population control.

And it was huge enough to hold a lot of people.

After that it was all last minute. Didn't want the cops catching on after all. You had a reputation to keep.

Installing the black lights, laser show and the sound system took the better part of the afternoon. You'd brought in a couple of barkeeps you could trust to look after the liquor and not over serve people. They set up a makeshift bar and got everything ready while you fought with a buggy air pump to inflate some of the pieces that the rave sponsors wanted.

Things were ready on time, thank you very much. Though it had been a little close.

At ten pm exactly, the first DJ of the night started his set, and people began to trickle in. Fluorescent body paints glowed bright in the black lights, some people coming in costumes with masquerade masks, others decked out in glow sticks and too little clothing. The music pounded your bones, lights and lasers illuminating the curved tunnel intersection flickering and flashing in time with the music.

You trusted your bouncers, of which there were many, to keep things under control - they knew to come to you if anything went sideways - so you went to help your barkeeps.

The cash only bar was busy and crowded. Both Justin and Maria gave you relieved and thankful smiles when you slipped behind the makeshift bar to start taking orders.

It was second nature to mix the drinks, showing off as you spun the bottles in the air, catching them with effortless practice. Maria was your speedster - she could perfectly mix and serve drinks faster than you'd ever seen. Justin, like you, was an entertainer. You'd taught him how to toss bottles into the air, spinning them for show as you built and dispensed cocktails and mixers.

After an hour, you'd somehow acquired a large number of glowstick bracelets, belts and necklaces, the multitude of colours lighting up your skin and clothing. The warmth of dancing and energetic human bodies had warmed up the venue, and you were glad for the fan you'd installed next to the bar - it was helping to keep you cool.

When there was a lull in the crowd at the bar, you grabbed a handful of ice cubes from the bin and pressed them to the nape of your neck, sighing happily as cold water trickled down your spine. You were glad for the metallic silver halter top you were wearing - it left your stomach and back bare, save for the multitude of straps that held it in place. Your jeans, you hated at the moment. They might have had rips in the knees and thighs, but they were hot as hell.

Blowing your sweaty bangs out of your face, you retreated to the vicinity of the fan for a few minutes, and took a proper look out at the throng of partiers. The music was blaring, people jumping and undulating in time with the beat. You spotted Parnell near the DJ acting as security, and returned the thumbs up he gave you when he saw you watching him.

Things were smooth until half an hour later, when one of the bouncers at the entrance came to find you, that things got... interesting.

"Boss, we got a problem."

"Drug dealer?"

"I... uh... don't think so."

You quirked an eyebrow at him, then, followed his gaze when he jerked his chin towards the entrance.

Big. Thicc. Holy crap.

He... it? Had to be at least seven feet tall. Built like a brick house with far too many teeth and opalescent eyes. Black all over, with skin that shone in the lights of the venue, it, he, moved through the crowd with predatory curiousity, blinking in surprise when someone pointed at him and cheered at his 'costume'.

"Um." You felt bad that you were oggling him. Mostly.

"What... uh... whatddya want me to do?"

Blinking, you tore your gaze away and met your bouncers incredulous gaze. "Nothing, I guess. Unless he gets violent?"

"Boss you don't pay me enough to tangle with that."

"I can't pay anyone enough to tangle with that," you muttered under your breath before raising your voice again. "I'll let you know if I need anything. You just... uh... go back to the front."

He shot you a relieved look and very obviously bailed. You let your gaze be drawn back to the massive figure in the crowd, your trepidation easing a little when you saw the... person, duck down to join others in a selfie, and then blink those opal eyes in shock and joy when someone offered him a glowstick necklace.

Well, never let it be said you were against inclusivity.

Your bouncer near the DJ booth gave you a mildly panicked look when he spotted the newcomer, and you shrugged in reply before giving a hesitant thumbs up. Mr. Tall, Dark and Toothy looked to be having too much fun accepting necklaces and bracelets to be any sort of a threat, a deep, thunder's rumble of a chuckle echoing over the music as he tweaked at a persons extravagantly feathered hat.

People clambered to him, offering more necklaces, a sort of initiation. Every one signaled that people thought his costume the best, which, yeah, it was. But there was some weird, uncanny valley thing going on that made something in your hind-brain rather uncomfortable.

Too bad you had work to do, otherwise you might have gone over to introduce yourself.

You reluctantly went back to the bar, ignoring the lure of the stranger for the moment. The music got louder as you worked, doing a duet of tricks with Justin, bottles spinning and cartwheeling through the air as the two of you exchanged bottles. You'd bounce one off your elbow, sending it spinning, and Justin would catch it behind his back while tossing another one your way.

It created a cacophony of cheers as you caught the last bottle, taking a little bow as Justin served the drinks the two of you had made while showing off. Maria rolled her eyes at you, and you stuck your tongue out at her in retribution, snickering when she returned the gesture.

"Hello there, morsel. Don't suppose you have any chocolate?"

You blinked at the deep rumble and turned, then craned your neck way back to meet those opalescent eyes. Yup. There were entirely too many teeth. Though he looked, very, very, tired. And - dare you think it - sad.

"Let me check," left you in a half-yell in order to be heard over the music. You exchanged wide-eyed looks with your companions, then went for the cooler of extra garnishes for more 'extravagant' drinks. No one had asked for something with chocolate yet, maybe you still had some.

Ah. There. A large bar of Lindt chocolate at the bottom. Not even opened yet. You doubted anyone would want any chocolate shavings for anything, at least you hoped not.

Prize in hand, you went back to your new customer, putting the half pound brick onto the bartop.

He instantly perked up, the tip of a long tongue licking at his fangs, then gave himself a pat down and deflated. "Ah. Shit. I... don't have any money."

You stared at him a bit, too long if how he flinched at your gaze gave any indication, then smirked. "One necklace."

Yup. There were way too many teeth involved in the grin you were given as he yanked off one of the many glow necklaces he was sporting and used his massive height to lean over the bartop and deposit your new necklace around you. "Thanks!"

His excitement and genuine relief made you smile. "You're welcome! Enjoy the party!"

Another happy smile with too many teeth was shot at you before he snatched up the chocolate, used a talon to slit the paper off it it, and downed half the thing in one massive bite.

Damn. Okay.

You didn't see him again until much later, when things had died down and the party had pretty much ended. Things were a mess, and while Justin and Maria cleaned up the bar and started to pack up the rest of the booze, you looked at all the confetti and streamers and balloons and decided that you couldn't leave things like that.

While the last DJ of the night packed up their things, you grabbed a push broom and started sweeping. At least the strict control your people had on the bar had kept the drunkenness to a minimum, hence the blessed lack of puke to clean up.

You were in the middle of gathering everything into a mountain of debris when you spotted him again. Sitting on the floor, half leaning against one of the large blown up decorations, opal eyes locked on the balloon that he was idly poking with a talon. He looked dejected and lost and alone, and you idly thought that you might be insane as you went over to him.

Christ even sitting down he was still massive.

"Don't usually see too many sad people after a party like that," you drawled as you reached him, leaning on the broom as you looked down at him. "You okay?"

He blinked as he looked up at you, then seemed to snap back to the present as he realized that it was only you and your people left. "It's over?"

"Yeah. Look, seriously, are you okay? You want me to call someone for you?"

That might have been the wrong thing to say, because he seemed to shrink into himself a little. "No... Eddie... Eddie won't care."

Ah. "Boyfriend problems?"

He squinted a bit, as if processing that. "Sort of."

"I'm sorry. I really am," you added when he gave you a look. "It always hurts when someone you care about is being an ass."

When he didn't answer, merely poked at the balloon forlornly again, you sighed, and, because you were a bleeding-fucking-heart with no self-preservation instincts, asked. "You have anywhere to go tonight? Because... Look, I'm not comfortable letting anyone just roam the streets when they're alone and depressed. So, if you need a place to say, I have a pretty comfortable couch at my place. If you need it. Though I will also mention that if you try anything ugly with me: I keep a machete under my bed."

He stared at you for a moment before slowly pushing himself to his feet, towering over you again. Idly, you knew that a machete probably wasn't going to be useful if he decided to snap you in half, but damned if you were going to let him know how intimidated you were.

"I don't know if I can make it much longer. This host is dying. I'm sorry, but I need your help."

"Host?" you echoed stupidly before he shuddered and then suddenly planted a huge hand on your shoulder. Hidden behind the massive blown up decoration, no one saw as the inky blackness that you thought had been a costume receeded from a rather sickly looking woman and then promptly entered your fucking chest. "JESUS CHRIST!"

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't panic, I won't hurt you!

Oh, Sweet Jesus what the fuck was going on. You could hear him in your fucking head!

I'm a symbiote! I won't hurt you, I promise!

You looked down at the woman who was on the floor, twitching and drooling and possibly dying. Were you going to be next?

No! You're a much better match than her. Surprising, actually. I thought only Eddie or Anne were able to host me.

"Boss?"

You turned wide eyes onto Parnell, who was looking at you worriedly. It took you a long time to find your voice. "Yes?" you answered in a voice two octaves too high.

He squinted at you. "You okay?"

Unable to articulate what the fuck had happened, you weakly gestured to the woman at your feet.

"Fuck. Sorry, boss, I guess we didn't catch all the druggies after all."

You really should say something I think he's getting suspicious.

Fuck.

You took in a breath and forced yourself back into a semblance of control. "It's... it's okay. Just... Bring her outside, get Frank to call an ambulance. The DJ's almost packed up and it looks like Maria and Justin are almost done loading up the last of the stock. We'll just... leave a bit of a mess behind, there's no way to avoid it now."

Parnell gave you a measuring look, and you did your best to ignore the angry growl from your new, possible-tapeworm-body-snatcher-demon-thing. "What? It's four am, dude. I'm fucking tired. Just do it."

He didn't seem completely convinced. But eventually, after your tired look had morphed into a glare, he hefted the woman into his arms and, with a grunt, headed for the entrance.

I don't like him.

"He's my security chief. I wouldn't have hired him if he wasn't good at his job," you muttered under your breath, raising a hand to your chest when you felt something move inside. "I need an exorcism now don't I?"

What? No! I'm not a demon! I'm a symbiote! I'm a... well, I'm an alien.

Oh goody. Aliens. "If you lay eggs in my chest I'm stepping in front of a bus."

You watch too many movies.

"Says the alien."

Touché.

"Boss?"

You blinked and looked at Maria. "Sorry. I... have a headache. What's up?"

"Justin's finished loading the rest of our supply. We good to go?"

"Yeah." You sent another glance towards where Parnell was carrying the girl out, then sighed. "Yeah. Let's get the hell out of here."

Lucky for you, you lived in the loft above your club. Which meant that after a brief ride - you asked Justin to drive just in case - you helped he and Maria bring the rest of the alcohol in. After security finished bringing in the portable sound system, you waited for them to do a brief sweep of the building before ushering them out.

Tired, worn out, and yet jittery, you got to slog upstairs to your loft apartment to face what was now living in your body.

"Alright," you announced once you'd closed and locked your apartment door, leaning back against it tiredly as you addressed the alien in your body. "It is now five in the morning, and I have been up for almost twenty-four hours. I am very, very, tired and close to freaking the fuck out so kindly explain to me why, how, and what the fuck."

Your skin prickled between your shoulder blades, something flowing out of your pores, and you barely managed to bite back a scream when a familiar head with opal eyes and too many fangs formed.

"I am sorry. But without a host, I'll die. And I'm.... not ready to do that yet."

"Did it not occur to you to ask?"

"Oh, yes. Of course. Because humans respond well to 'Hi I'm an alien in need of a host do you mind if I use you like a house for a while?'"

....fuck he had a point. "Alright. Fine. Still what..." you gestured to him and then yourself.

His fierce features softened. "I won't hurt you. I promise. We're... compatible."

"Compatible?"

"Symbiotes, we need a compatible host to live. Otherwise we... burn through them."

"Like that woman."

"...yes."

You swallowed thickly. "Will she be alright?"

"I... don't know."

"Fuck." You rose a hand to massage your aching temple, then pushed away from the door, kicked off your boots, and headed for the kitchen, the alien bobbing along with you. You wanted nothing more than to drink yourself unconscious, but forced yourself to grab a cold gatorade instead.

Luckily your new companion stayed silent as you padded over to drop down onto the couch, shaking hands unscrewing the cap so you could take a drink. Afterwards, you dropped your face into your hands, tensing when he rumbled, another tendril extracting itself from your back to rub at your shoulder in an attempt at comfort.

You kept yourself from losing it by the thinnest of threads. "So.... what's the plan, then?"

"Plan?" Opal eyes turned dull as he turned his head towards one of the windows, looking out at the sunrise. "I don't have one. I suppose I don't even have a home anymore. Eddie... Well. It's too late now."

"Eddie? Your... boyfriend?"

"Mm. Something like that."

You leaned back into the couch. You'd dealt with hundreds of people who had gotten into fights with their significant others in your time as a bartender. Alien or no, this didn't seem all too different. "So, you're gonna run, then?"

He snapped his fangs at you, then recoiled a bit when you jumped in fear. While you tried to get your heartbeat under control again, he grumbled and turned his attention away from you to regard your apartment. You let him, because, honestly, you were on the edge of freaking out, and that thin thread of calmness was way to close to breaking.

More tendrils extended from your body, his head stretching out to peer at the small goldfish tank you had, one inky black branch slipping into the water to poke at one of the fish.

"...we had a fight," he said finally, voice forlorn, broken, and the pain in his tone had your fear vanishing to be replaced with worry. "I don't think he'll want me back now."

"I'm sorry," you murmured, meeting his gaze when he looked at you. You really were sorry - no one deserved to feel as much sadness as was evident in his voice.

He nodded a little, then snarled gutterally. "Didn't deserve me anyway. Ungrateful asshole. Do you know that he's been forcing me to eat chickens? Chickens! As if I can survive on that!"

Hoo boy. "And what do you... ah... 'survive' on?" Please don't be bartenders.

"Brains." Oh, that was so much worse. "But chocolate works too. It has the chemical I need to live."

Oh, thank God for small mercies. "Chocolate it is." When he gave you a side-eye and a grumble, you mustered up enough courage to glare back. "Dude I am not eating brains."

"I only eat the bad guys!" he protested, then seemed to puff up a little in pride. "I'm the Lethal Protector!"

You blinked at him, then facepalmed. "Jesus Christ, I thought that dude was crazy. You're the one taking out the gang near Preston Street, aren't you?"

He gave you a look full of glee. It wasn't a comforting look to be honest. "You've heard of us?! Well, me? It's not like Eddie did much other than complain." It should have been impossible for him to roll his eyes, lacking pupils, but he managed. "He thinks we're going to end up in Area 51. As if I couldn't break out of that dump."

Too many revelations in one night was going to kill you. Alien life, Area 51 was real, what was next? Talking rabbits? "Okay, backtrack. You had a fight with your... with Eddie. Over what?"

"I chose him." Left the alien in a angry hiss that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. "Out of everyone on this rock of a planet, I chose him. He was a loser before I found him and he's a loser now! But noooo, it's my fault that he fucked up his life! I wasn't even with him when he lost Anne!"

Okay, you were lost. You rose a shaking hand to stop him before he could continue to vent. "Whoa. Okay. Stop. Stop. You've lost me again. Anne?"

"His ex-fiance. He fucked that up, too. Seems to be a pattern with that loser."

You sighed and closed your eyes as you rose a hand to pinch the bridge of your nose. Your headache was getting worse. "Dude--"

"Venom." You cracked an eye open to look at him. "It's my name. Not 'dude'." The sheer disdain he put into his voice was almost physical.

"Sorry. Venom. In my defense, this has been a weird night and I am very, very, tired."

He - Venom - seemed to give you a once over, then his face moved close to yours, and he actually booped himself against your nose. "I'm sorry. I'm being a bad guest. Where's your room? Over there?"

You yelped as you lost control over your motor functions. Venom controlled you like a marionette, forcing you up onto your feet and piloting you towards your closed bedroom door. Another black tendril lashed out from your side to twist the knob open, and you heard him tsk a little at the state of your room when he saw the pile of clothes on a chair.

God this was a weird night.

You were not okay with the body snatching, and even less with the black grasping digits that sprouted to start undressing you. "Hey, hey, hey!"

"What? Is this more human 'modesty'? Honestly, I can see your liver right now, I really don't understand what you're getting so angry about."

"Okay, one: please don't oggle my insides anymore, or at least don't tell me about it. Two: there's a rather important thing called 'consent' and I didn't give it."

Venom squinted at you. "Eddie never--"

"'Eddie' is male. He's probably never had anyone oggle, grope, harrass or assault him simply for existing. Lots of men prey on women in this fucked up society and I'm not comfortable with you undressing me without my consent."

There was an odd sensation of something slithering through your thoughts, quick and precise, looking for specifics and then Venom retracted all his tendrils. "Okay."

"Thank you. Just... don't look or something."

He grumbled again, but obediently vanished inside you, leaving you to your devices and growing neuroses. Guessing that Venom wasn't the patient type, you quickly undressed, tossed your dirty clothes in the general direction of the hamper, then pulled on a set of cotton shorts and a tank.

"Look, you can stay for a bit, but eventually you're gonna have to suck it up and go talk to Eddie," you sighed as you threw yourself onto your bed, the sheets still rumpled from the previous night's rest.

Like hell.

You lay back against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling and the usual cracks that you'd long ago memorized. "You wouldn't be so mad at him if you didn't care about him."

There was thick silence for a moment before Venom reappeared, opal eyes narrowed. "He's a loser."

"But he's your loser."

"I don't need him!"

"You sure about that? You chose him after all. Had to be a reason."

He hissed at you angrily. "Whose side are you on, anyway?"

You took it as a good sign that the snarled question didn't make you pee your pants. Maybe you were getting used to him.

That in itself couldn't be good though.

"I'm neutral. I don't know either of you well enough to pick a side," you told him, reaching out to poke at the inky black stalk that was now protruding from your side. "I've been a bartender for years. I've listened to people talk about their fights and breakups, heard so many stories that I could write a book. Sometimes things are said in anger that were never meant to be uttered. People can be petty - they get hurt, they want to hurt someone back. And they do so without thinking of the consequences. It doesn't excuse what Eddie said, or did. But if you care about him as much as I think you do, and he knows it, then he's probably miserable too right now."

Venom had tilted his head at you while you spoke, and after visibly digesting what you'd said, he loosed a grunt, then reached out with multiple tendrils to tuck the sheets around you. "He'd better be," he muttered, before focusing on you with that predatory intensity again. "But I guess we'll deal with that tomorrow. You need sleep. I can feel how tired you are."

On another night (or morning actually), you might have protested going to sleep while an alien was sharing your body. But you were exhausted, mentally and physically, and staying up to help said alien forgive his boyfriend wasn't high on your list.

"No laying eggs in me," you warned with a yawn as you rolled onto your side and tucked a pillow under your head.

"I'm not that type of alien."

"Dude, how the fuck am I supposed to know?"

A tendril poked you in the side. "Stop 'dude-ing' me."

"Never."

. . .

You slept well, all things considered. It was oddly comforting to know that you had an alien with a penchant for eating people keeping watch over you while you rested.

It wasn't until you heard a distant riff of music that you woke up enough to feel Venom ooze out of your skin again, the sensation making you crack an eye open to peer at your nightstand, where your phone should have been.

Crap you must have left it in the living room.

Groaning, you levered yourself up onto your right arm, left hand raking through your hair. Spotted numerous black tendrils stretching out of your sides and out of the bedroom and sleepily poked at one of them, snickering when there was a yelp from the living room.

Didn't think Venom's voice could go that high.

So you did it again.

"Stop that! That tickles!"

"Dude, what're you doin'?"

"Getting your phone. It won't stop ringing." Venom kinda reeled himself back to you, one little grasping tendril depositing your ringing cell onto your stomach. "Who's 'Gabriel'? Boyfriend?"

"Pain in the ass." Sighing, you dropped back down into the pillows. Seriously debated letting the call go to voicemail, before answering. "I thought I told you not to call me anymore."

"Baby--"

"No," you snapped, anger rising in you, and you saw Venom blink in surprise at how cold your voice had gone. "I told you not to call me anymore. This is harrassment and I'm not going to put up with it. Fuck off."

"Will you let me explain at least?! You're being--"

"I'm being exactly as pissed off as I'm allowed! You screwed around behind my back while we were dating, then gave me a black eye when I threw you out. Call again and I'm going to report you to the Cops for breaking the terms of the fucking restraining order I have against you. Capice, asshole?"

Bad guy? Invite him over, I'll eat him for you.

He'll give you indigestion.

You're better at communicating with your thoughts than Eddie is! I'm impressed.

Thanks?

"Listen, baby, just, let me come over. I--"

"No. No to all of it. I don't want to hear it. You come within two-hundred yards of me and I'm calling the cops. Fuck off."

"But baby--"

You hung up on him. "Jesus fucking Christ why can't he just go away?" you grabbed a pillow, pulled it over your face, and screamed.

A low rumble that wasn't yours vibrated through your bones, and you protested as the pillow was pulled away by black tendrils, Venom eyeing you in what you thought was worry.

There came that weird sensation of him sorting through your thoughts and memories, before he suddenly snarled, opal eyes narrowing angrily. "He hurt you."

"Only once." A sigh left you as you rose a hand to your face, shoving your bangs off your forehead. "He was nice at first, but then he got really controlling, and then I found out that he was fucking like, three other girls behind my back, and when I confronted him he punched me. I called the cops and got a restraining order, but the cops are useless as fuck. They'll arrest him if he breaks the rules of the restraining order, but otherwise, they say there's nothing they can do. Not until he does something. I've changed my number three times, but he keeps fucking calling. He's even showed up at the club, but my security guys keep him out."

"If he comes near you I'll eat him," Venom growled. "He can't be worse than the goddamn chickens. Besides, he obviously isn't using his brains. Might as well donate them to someone who needs them. Like me!"

"If he shows up and you can manage it without me getting put away for murder, sure." You paused at that, re-evaluated things, then decided that having the alien eat your ex was, possibly, overkill.

"No one will hurt you again, pretty morsel. I intend to make sure of it," Venom announced, smiling at you when you blinked at him. "I think Eddie would like you. If I decide to take him back."

Your lips quirked as you swung your legs over the side of the bed and sat up, running your fingers through your hair. "Are you setting me up with your boyfriend?"

"I can share. A little. Just a bit. Besides, I'm in your head. Don't think I don't know that you and Maria were talking about me."

Fuck.

His head moved close to yours, long tongue licking up the side of your face. "If you want."

Your brain spent exactly three seconds thinking of what that would be like. Felt the heat of a blush spread across your face at the same time that Venom chuckled lowly. When you felt his interest in your mind, you shuddered and decided to ignore how heat had pooled in your abdomen.

"I... can't," you said finally, looking at Venom when he gave you a surprised and confused look, the inky blackness that had started to spread up your arms stalling. "Look, you just had a fight with your boyfriend. You're still upset and you miss him - and don't say you don't because I can feel it. I don't want to be anyone's one-night rebound fuck, okay? I don't want to be the one that comes between you and Eddie and destroys your relationship."

He stared at you for a long moment, then seemed to pool out of you, until he could form his arms and torso, taloned hands coming to rest on your hips as you leaned your head back to meet his opal gaze. Didn't move when Venom leaned in, fangs nipping at your lips before he wrapped his huge arms around you and pulled you into a bear hug, enveloping you.

"I am glad I found you, morsel," he rumbled in your ear, squeezing you when you leaned into the embrace. God it had been too long since you'd been hugged. "I am so setting you up with Eddie. I think I would miss you too much otherwise."

You huffed a tired laugh. "You don't even know me."

He chuckled, raising a hand to tap a dulled talon against your forehead. "I am in your head, pretty one. You are a good person. Like Eddie. Though less annoying."

"Thanks," you drawled.

Another snicker left Venom at the thick sarcasm in your voice. "You're welcome. Now! I'm starving. And since there is a distinct lack of edible brains about--"

"I have a chocolate stash you're welcome to have," you quickly offered, shivering when the happy growl that left him vibrated through your bones again. "Okay, you need to stop doing that to me."

He cocked his head at you, opal eyes narrowing a moment before he grinned, taloned hands rising to cup your face in his palms. "You're so delightfully sensitive," Venom purred, voice gaining an even deeper rumble. "Just one taste..."

Your breath left you in a gasp when he captured your mouth, fangs vanishing as he slid his tongue between your lips. The happy, hungry, noise that left him made you shudder, and you held onto him as he literally feasted on you, tongue exploring your mouth for a long, long, moment before he pulled back with a groan.

It took an embarrassingly long handful of seconds for you to wrangle your libido under control. You were sure that as a human that being kissed by a brain-eating alien should have scared the fuck out of you, but goddamn, you'd never been kissed like that.

Venom muttered something that you missed and nuzzled at your neck, hands clutching at your back, and you couldn't help but shiver again as he licked at your pulse then nipped at the spot between your neck and shoulder.

Yeah, he was definitely in your head because you sure as hell hadn't let on about that particular weak spot of yours.

Ignoring the heat rising in you, you pushed at Venom's shoulders, and he let you put space between the two of you. 'Let' was the proper word. You had a feeling that if he wanted to take over, he could. Effortlessly.

"Venom, stop," you whispered, trembling when his talons pricked at your skin through your tank top.

A reluctant, somewhat annoyed, sigh left him. "I really don't see why--"

You quirked a brow at him. "How would you feel if Eddie went and had sex with someone behind your back?"

He grumbled. "Point taken."

"Thank you." You waited until Venom had pulled away, his mass receding back into you until only his head remained, then pushed yourself to your feet, ignoring how you were still hot and bothered. You really needed a cold shower but doubted that Venom had much in the way of 'self control', so getting naked with him around was not going to happen. "Why don't you tell me about Eddie while I make food? I make some mean chocolate chip pancakes."

"Make it triple chocolate pancakes and you have a deal. I'm starving. Ooh, do you have tater tots?"

A snicker left you at the question as you wandered out of your bedroom, pausing to feed your goldfish before heading for the kitchen. "Sorry, no. I could make some hashbrowns though."

Venom watched you curiously as you rummaged through your pantry, grabbing pancake mix and some chocolate chips. "Never had 'hashbrowns'. Eddie usually just has tater tots."

"Well, that's a travesty Oh, there's some chocolate bars in the cupboard over there you can have-- Ack!" The last was due to the sudden pull to the left that almost toppled you as Venom sent a tendril out, flicking all of the cupboard doors open until he found your stash.

Yet another bone vibrating rumble left him as he used his fangs to rip the wrapper off, decimating a Hershey bar in one massive bite. Opal eyes narrowed in pleasure, and you averted your gaze with a shake of your head as you grabbed a few potatoes from their bin in the pantry.

Another bar vanished down his gullet before Venom turned his full attention to you again. "I've made breakfast for Eddie before," he told you as half a dozen of his tendrils sprouted from your back, searching through the kitchen and retrieving random things, most notably the frying pan and your largest knife. "We need music!"

"Music?" But he was already distracted, spooling out of you as he inspected your living room and the bluetooth speaker you had set up. Finding a distinct lack of CDs, he grumped and turned his head to peer at you, and you gestured towards the bedroom. "I have lots of stuff on my phone."

"Eddie has CDs," he grumbled, and you snickered at the petulant tone of his voice as you chopped up the potatoes, seeing him stretch a grasping tendril into your bedroom.

"I prefer MP3s. I'm not buying an entire CD when I just like one or two songs, that's stupid."

"I never said Eddie was smart."

"Now, now. He can't be all bad."

"I believe the term is 'absolute mess of a human being'."

You damn near cut off your finger laughing. "Where the hell did you learn that?"

Venom grinned and moved close to tap a tendril against your forehead. "I'm in your head, remember? I was going to go with 'bisexual disaster', but the other one fit better."

"And this is the man you want to set me up with?"

"He has a few redeeming qualities," Venom admitted, before - to your surprise - unlocking your phone and starting to scroll through your music files. When he noticed your shock, he sent you a patient, amused, smirk. "I'm--"

"In my head. Yeah. Sorry, just adjusting to how much you know." You forced yourself to focus on breakfast, adding oil, butter and garlic to the frying pan before going to make the pancake batter. "In my defense, this is very, very, weird."

He hummed, and then you felt arms wrap around you from behind to hug you, Venom resting his chin on the top of your head, and despite your misgivings, you felt yourself relax. Goddamn mind-reading, hug-giving, bastard.

"I heard that."

"Of course you did."

Another amused chuckle rumbled from him. "Now, now. No need to get snippy morsel. Here. I like this one." And, to your shock, Pink's 'Raise Your Glass' started blaring from your bluetooth speaker.

Shock turned to laughter. "Seriously?"

"I like this one! 'So raise your glass if you are wrong in all the right ways!'" His voice wasn't quite suited to pop songs, but the enthusiasm and unbridled glee that poured from him was infectious.

You swayed to the music as Venom belted out the lyrics, another three tendrils extending from your back and sides to take over cooking the hashbrowns. He'd obviously taken the knowledge from your mind - throwing the chopped cubes of potatoes - literally - into the frying pan.

It turned into sheer chaos. He made coffee, did his best with the potatoes, stole more than half of the chocolate chips for the pancakes, sang, drummed on your counter to the music and somehow ended up eating most of the raw batter. Insanity waged around you, pulling helpless laughter from you as you tried, valiantly, to keep at least one pancake for yourself.

In the end, you got half a pancake - with a giant bite mark in it - coffee, and just enough hashbrowns to make up for the lack of pancakes. There was also a spatula sticking out of the wall - he hadn't taken kindly to you whapping him with it when he'd tried to steal the chocolate chips.

Afterwards, after cleaning up the disaster zone in your kitchen, you made yourself another coffee, then went to sit on the couch. You'd slept most of the day away - something normal for you - and soon, you'd have to seriously think about heading down to the Club. You had work to do in your office before opening hours at 9pm.

Venom was engrossed in a baking show on the TV, and you waited for a commercial before gently nudging at the blackness that was extended from your side. "Venom?"

"Mmm?"

"What's Eddie like?"

He turned away from the TV. "Why?"

"I'm curious."

"He is... kind. And stupid!" When you merely waited, patiently, Venom sighed and turned back to the TV. "He likes helping people, especially the 'underdogs'. Sometimes he can be selfish, but... he cares. He is a journalist now, but before, he had his own show - 'The Brock Report'."

You blinked. "Eddie Brock? That 'Brock'? The one that's interviewing that psycho, Kasady?"

"Yes." You stayed silent as Venom grumbled something, then met his opal gaze when he turned back to you. "I'm the one that connected the clues to finding the bodies. Eddie didn't even thank me. He said I could eat bad guys, that we could be heroes, but he never keeps his word. I'm tired of always having to hide. I'm a predator! Chocolate helps, but in the end I need the chemicals in human brains to survive!"

Curious, you grabbed your phone off the coffee table and opened a browser window. "What chemical?"

"Phenethylamine."

"Fucksakes, how the hell do you spell that?" You blinked as your thumbs were taken over, and watched idly as Venom used you to type in the correct spelling. Once you were in control of yourself again, you did a quick search and, "Dude, there are supplements of this stuff available online."

"...What."

"Yeah, look." You turned your phone so he could see the screen. "You can get it in like, pills."

"WHAT."

"It's on Amazon."

"WHAT THE FUCK! I'VE BEEN STARVING AND THAT IDIOT COULD HAVE GOTTEN IT IN PILLS?! FROM FUCKING AMAZON!?"

tbc

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quietmyfearswith · 3 years

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where our demons hide ; soft!dark!bucky barnes

status — ongoing series

warnings — SMUT, dubcon smut unprotected penetrative sex,, sex involving food, soft!dark!bucky barnes

word count — 2011 words

a/n — MINORS DO NOT INTERACT,, happy birthday bucky!! a little something i put together in honor for bucky’s birthday! ❤️

masterlist

part one — tony stark

part two — sam wilson

part three — steve rogers

“Now add in a half cup of sour cream,” Y/N muttered to herself then turned the stand mixer on high until there were no more lumps on her mixture. Once she saw the baking mix was now well-combined, she shut the mixer off then poured the batter into the round cake pan which had the bottom and sides coated with crumbs of graham crackers.

“Just in time,” She noted when her timer went off to signal that her dough was now ready to be rolled after resting for half an hour. After sliding the batter-filled pan, she then drank some water as her body was slowly starting to feel the exhaustion of baking for the whole day.

The radio station that she was tuning in to was playing a calming song — by an upcoming indie artist — made her sway her hips along with the beat as she scattered flour across her marble counter. As she uncovered the towel that covered the top of the bowl where the dough was, there was a knock on her apartment door.

After patting her hands on her thighs to somewhat reduce the flour she had on her palms, she made her way to open the front door; after seeing who was on the opposite side of the door, she plastered on a polite smile — despite being shocked — as she greeted, “Hey, James!”

“Hi doll, mind if I come in?” But just as he spoke those words he was already making quick strides inside her apartment. Her brows puckered up in confusion as she shut the door and followed Bucky as he headed to her living room, “Is there something you needed, James?”

“Why don’t you call me Bucky, pretty girl?”

His straightforward question had her biting the inside of her cheeks to hold herself back from feeling flustered; stammering a bit, she returned to her kitchen counter where she continued her rolling of the cinnamon dough, “I just thought that maybe I wasn’t as close to you — that I’m not close enough with you to call you that nickname.”

Leaving the back of the couch where he was leaning on and walked to her; when his front frame touched her back, she stiffened for a bit when she felt his warmth and presence looming over her. “Call me Bucky,” He breathed over her neck as his fingers settled themselves on her hips.

Gulping down her nervousness, she nodded as she continued on her task, “Okay Bucky,” Her hands had a tremble in them when his fingertips drummed the skin underneath the shirt she was wearing, “Uh Bucky?” “Yes, doll?” He hummed with his lips pressed firmly against her shoulder — goosebumps arose on her skin which prompted him to smirk at the effect the Avenger had on her. “I don’t think you should be here, not right now at least.” It surprised her how she was able to stutter out that response given how nervous she was.

“That hurts, doll; why won’t you welcome me in your home hm?” Having left her hips, his fingers now tapped along her stomach. “It’s just that, right now,” She inhaled sharply when the flesh of her underboob felt the coldness of his bionic arm, “I’m baking something for your birthday.”

Touched with her actions, Bucky then thanked her, “Thank you for that doll, really looking out for me huh?” After hesitating on whether she should clarify as to why she was preparing the sweets, she then confessed, “Every department has to give a cake for you, for your birthday. And since no one from my department bothered to volunteer to buy or make one for you, so I went ahead and did it — as well as some cinnamon buns.”

Somehow, she didn’t expect him to appreciate her effort; so it came as a surprise to her when his hands fondled her breasts through her shirt, prompting her to stop her process of preparing the now flat, rectangular dough, “Bucky?” She turned to him and felt a shiver go down her spine when he had hooded eyes as he looked at her, “Are you alright?”

Nodding, he pressed his half-hard crotch against her bum as he encouraged her, “Don’t look at me, pretty doll,” His flesh hand tilted her head to face the task at hand, “No matter what happens, I need you to keep on making these rolls okay?”

Like the obedient girl that she was, she nodded and grabbed for the bowl where the filling was. Smirking, his hands then resumed their earlier position of fondling her boobs as his lips were leaving marks on her neck, “Heard that you were a good girl for some of the Avengers hm?”

A whimper escaped her lips when her nipples were being toyed and played with; spreading the cinnamon filling across the laid out across the dough proved to be a challenge for her as the frosty touch of Bucky’s metal hand flicked her nipple while his flesh hand brutally shoved her shorts down, “Chose to forego the panties, I see?”

Sliding in his index and middle finger into her tight pussy made both of them moan out loud — Bucky loved how tight and wet she already was, it made him feel like she had been dying to feel his touch; while the way her sweet spot was immediately found by the super soldier. Leaning forward, she let out a loud moan when right after adding a third finger and they all hit her sweet spot repeatedly.

“Oh fuck,” She moaned out as she her hand hovered over the dough as he pulled on her nipple hard enough she was sure that it would now all be swollen and was already twice its initial size. It surprised her when his fingers pulled out of her pussy and could hear him licking his fingers; when she turned around to face him with teary eyes, “You taste fucking divine, doll,” He informed her with a wink as licked every single drop of wetness she poured out, “But I’m afraid you didn’t follow the instructions that were given to you.”

A pathetic whine escaped her mouth as he lightly tapped her ass and turned her neck back to face the task at hand, “Spread it all over the edge, doll; treat me with a good bun okay?” The double entendre flew over her pleasure-ridden mind and she just wordlessly nodded and scattered the cinnamon spread, the super soldier smirked to himself as he silently shrugged his sweatpants and briefs as he thrust his cock in her tight channel in one go.

“God this pussy is smooth like velvet,” Bucky rasped out as he anchored himself once again by planting his hands on her breasts, after ripping her shirt in half. Biting down on her lip, her hand moved along with his harsh thrusts and despite its difficulty. “Bucky, please,” She moaned out loud and leaned back into his chest — as she looked to her right, she got a perfect view of his chiseled face as he grunted out and looked at her with a feral look in his eyes, “We really turned you into one needy little slut hm?”

Her eyes rolled out to the back of her head as she nodded against his chest; despite loving the elated look that was painted on her face he had to remind her that there was something she should be doing, “I believe you should be doing something, sweet doll,” He peeked over her frame and smiled when the whole dough had been covered with the brown filling, “Such a good little doll you are hm?”

Loving the way he thrust into her walls hard and fast despite how tightly her walls clung onto his thick cock, she then rolled the dough with shaky hands. As he was bouncing her tits on his hands Bucky planted his lips on her shoulders — sucking on the skin there — and paired with the way he was all bulging inside her as he repeatedly rammed in and out of her cunt made him feel an overwhelming amount of pleasure.

“Such a good doll for me,” The praise went straight to her pussy, ergo making her wetter and impossibly tighter, “With the way you’re squeezing me I might not be able to pull out of this pussy,” To solidify his point, he clutched onto her breasts with an iron grip as he slid all the way in, brushing past her sweet spot and crashing into her cervix, “Not that I’d want to ever pull out of you.”

After fully rolling on the dough, Y/N accidentally flattened her hands on both ends of the dough as Bucky plowed in and out of her while raising her right leg onto the counter to allow him penetrate her deeper, “I’m so close, Bucky, please.”

Her whines sounded like a melodious song and he wanted to hear it for as long as he lived, “Beg me more, doll.” Another rush of shivers ran down her spine when she heard how hoarse his voice was; and since she was far too hypnotised to hear his voice she pleaded, “Please Bucky, please make me cum. Wanna be good for you.”

Her whimpers of need were just what sent him over the edge as he came inside her without warning; she released a series of pants when she felt his cum trickle out and taint her insides. “Milking all of me,” Bucky breathed out as he left kisses at the back of her neck as he continued to thrust in and out her, albeit slower but with the same vigour as earlier.

“Please Bucky, wanna cum. Your cock feels so good in me,” She whined and made the mistake of rubbing her clit in circles. When he saw what she was doing, his metal hand grabbed both of her hands, pinning them behind her back as his flesh hand landed multiple spanks against her clit, “What are you touching yourself for huh, little doll?”

One last tug at her clit, he then paid attention to her breasts by pulling on and flicking her nipples that he had grown to appreciate over the short time he’d play with them, “Don’t think I can satisfy you, huh?”

She shrieked out both in surprise and pleasure when he slid all the way in and tightened his grip on her hands while his other hand slapped her tit, “I’m sorry! I just wanna cum,” In her mind she sounded incredibly pathetic but the super soldier loved how she was reduced into a moaning, needy mess for him.

“Then cum for me, doll,” He ordered her as he continued to prod her sweet spot with the wide tip of his cock as he now fastened himself while he fondled her breasts after setting her hands free, “Cum for the birthday boy.”

With his instruction, she came apart and pressed her entire body fully against the dough she had prepared due to the intensity of her orgasm. Meanwhile Bucky had a wicked grin plastered on his face as he watched her body tremble as he continued to slowly, but roughly rut into her.

Lifting her up by her shoulders since he removed his hands from her boobs as she planted herself against the dough; clicking his tongue, he expertly turned her around to face him without ever needing to pull his cock out from where it was snuggly deep inside her as he took in how her breasts now had faint traces of the brown cinnamon roll complimenting her skin, “Looks like you made quite a mess there, doll.”

Looking down to where his eyes were looking, shy shyly smiled at him and shrugged; without a care, Bucky leaned down and licked a lin from the top of her right breast down to her her nipple where a the brown filling was before lifting his head to look at her as he smirked, “Looks like I’m gonna have to clean you up.”

#quietmyfearswith #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x reader fluff #bucky barnes x fem!reader #dark!bucky barnes x fem!reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x fem!reader smut

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bukojuiice · 3 years

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rose-colored boy

ೃ pairing: (eren jaeger x fem! reader)

ೃ tags: college/modern au, fluff, humor, love at first sight cliché, mikasa is your cute little sister, armin, sasha, jean, and connie are your besties, and eren is a himbo who works hard and has terrible friends.

ೃ warnings: strong language and mild suggestive content

ೃ part 1/??? of my (eren x reader) college au!

ೃ word count: 3000 words

ೃ my nav → my mha writing masterlist

ೃ This is my very first snk x reader fic! so i hope you bear with some errors! qwq

i’ve been following the anime ever since it was released in 2013, and this is the first time i’m going to be writing for it. this month’s manga chapter really took me out so why not channel my sadness thru writing an fluff! eren fic? 🤧 i hope you enjoy either way!

ೃ please do reblog if you enjoyed!! (feel free to add tags too because i love reading them and my heart swells with happiness when people love my work!)

ೃ in which (Y/N) (L/N), 20, still in school, and regretfully-unregretfully-her little girl scout sister's assistant, meets eren jaeger in an embarrassing too innocent door-to-door cookie sale whilst a humiliating party was going on.

cookies, suspicious maybe-maybe-not pot brownies, meddling little sisters and friends, “oh my god they were roommates” vine on replay 24/7, homework, tears, and fairy lights bring them together.

“I’m going to enter now.”

“Ahhh yes, please!”

“Shut up, please.” Eren muttered to himself as he tossed and turned around in his bed, but still couldn’t get to sleep. “When will they ever stop doing this?” Why did Eren’s next-door roommate and his girlfriend have to do this five times a day? They had a lot of stamina for 21-year-olds who didn’t have anything better to do.

Eren’s thoughts eventually brought him to his parents.

His parents- did they even exist?

For pretty much 14 years of Eren’s life, they had been out of town or out of the country. His older brother, Zeke, blonde, bespectacled, tall, and sometimes too far up his own ass older brother who Eren is able to confide in from time to time, recently got a girlfriend whom he’s hopelessly in love with (they’re even thinking about getting married which isn’t really a problem since the girl is genuinely nice to his older brother so Eren is good with her.), so… things in the family had been a bit rough and busy to say the least.

Communication with his parents wasn’t always the best.

Eren would study late at night back when he was seven, because no one bothered to help him with homework. Along with the fact that he wasn’t the brightest kid in class, and he knew that very well, but he had ambition and he was determined to make it big in the world. He focused more on sports, particularly Soccer in middle school and high school, and tried to balance that with his studies. After being granted a Sports Scholarship from Shigashina University, Eren decided to rent and share a flat, living with his batchmates who he met at a mixer party (before Uni started as this whole meet and get to know each other kind of thing) and whom he was so quick to call his ‘friends’, just so that he could get out of the hellhole that was his own house.

But things turned out much worse than expected.

Eren thought that the ‘College Life’ was to focus more on pursuing your future career and make a name for yourself but… it was the other way around.

He thought that after Freshmen year, everyone would take things seriously. Sure, have some drinks, get wasted after finals, or have house parties from time to time. But he was unfortunately, dragged into the wrong crowd. After attending around 5 parties in the first few months of being generalized as one of the infamous and pompous freshman archetypes present in every university, he called it a year and spent the rest of his nights doing homework, projects, playing video games, staying at the school soccer field until 10PM while his roommates were probably smoking crack and not caring about the number of units they needed to take for each of their goddamn subjects.

He was ~living the life~ and now that he regrets most of the decisions he made in freshman year, the only option that he has left was to wait until his third year and move to a different apartment.

Now, here he was, Sophomore year, nearing the end of the semester, and very much eager to get the hell out of here and also study for his upcoming finals on Constitutional Law II, as his professor, Mr. Erwin Smith, was going to throw hands if one of his students score below average on the exam.

“EREN MICK JAEGER! BROOOO!” Eren winces when he hears the shrieky and annoying voice of his flatmate Thomas Wagner, calling out to him. “Wanna go and party with us?” Eren smiles halfheartedly, shaking his head, “Ah, no thanks. I have a game tomorrow and finals coming up on Thursday.” Thomas smirked and wrapped his arm around Eren, “Oh fuck that, live the college life ya spoon.”

“No, really I have to study.”

Thomas frowned and groaned, “Oh god, you’re such a killjoy. Fine, if that’s what you want. Don’t blame us if we tell you to buy some beer down the block.”

Eren cracked an obviously fake laugh and pushed Thomas away from him, “You’re an ass. That only happened once and that was when we first met. Don’t you even dare try to ask me to buy you shit again.”

“Woah. Woah. Woaaaaaah. That was a joke Eren. Loosen up will you?” Thomas raises an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by the brunette’s sudden aggressiveness. He hums Moves like Jaeger by Maroon 5 as a way to spite Eren whilst passing by him down the staircase.

The brunette shook his head, tying his hair into a bun carelessly and sprinting into his room without uttering another word.

Eren just wanted to study. He really did.

Instead, his roommates, all of them, mind you, were all partying in the lounge and the music was too loud and Eren was too annoyed.

They did manage to bring him out and make him stay in the kitchen where he mindlessly glared at anyone who came in. He sighed and tapped his pen restlessly amongst the insane amount of books on the table.

There was a knock.

His roommate, Floch, came in the kitchen with his girlfriend who Eren couldn’t even name with all the women he has brought into the apartment. She was hanging onto his arm and giggling. Floch’s eyes were red and his speech very slow and lazy. "Eren!" he said with a sly grin.

Eren raised an eyebrow, shooting him an irritated look. "What now Floch? Are you here to tell me to take a shot again?" The ginger-haired’s girlfriend giggled once again and kissed Floch’s cheek. Floch laughed and swatted her away, though he missed by a long shot. "Someone's at the door," a thumb pointing to the den. "wouldchumind ge'in it?" another giggle. The girl nodded sloshily. "Yesss! Erenieee get 'em door, please. Be a dearrrrr."

Eren frowned and stared at them menacingly, earning no reaction from the two as they were mad drunk. "You were just in the den," Floch’s eyes widened. "My lovey wovey-we was in the den?" His girlfriend’s mouth went into an O. "Di'nt notice tha'!"

Eren sighed and stood up. He miraculously got through the throng of bodies and to the front door. "Yes?" he called out exasperated, not knowing who was outside.

"Do you want cookies?"

Eren turned and looked to see a little raven-haired girl, a girl scout no less, a blonde-haired boy pulling on a trolley who looked significantly shorter than him, wearing rimmed glasses, and an overall appearance whom his “friends” would immediately label as a nerd they had to be a few feet away from if they saw him and lastly, a girl who looked very tired and very done with life.

Beautiful (h/c)-colored hair, her eyes looked like the starry night sky, twinkling as he catches her gaze and a smile that looked forced, but warm all the same.

A girl who was just absolutely fucking gorgeous.

Eren was captivated. His heart was beating like crazy and he could feel his ears turn red. He would make a fool of himself if he looked red as a tomato right now.

"Um," The girl peeked inside and grimaced, squeezing the hand that was her little sister's shoulder and catching Eren’s gaze. "Mikasa, I don't think these kinds of guys would want cookies."

“Unless they're pot cookies,” Eren almost said. Mikasa pouted and widened her eyes at Eren.

The older girl crouched down and frantically covered her little sister’s eyes. "Nopenopenope, Mi, don't pull that on him."

"But (Y/N)!"

(Y/N).

Her name was (Y/N).

Eren smiled sincerely (for the first time today) and leaned back inside to the drawer by the door to grab the extra cash he and his roommates put there for emergency pizza and stuff. "You know what? You're absolutely brilliant at selling cookies. I'll take one."

Mikasa smiled back at him cheekily and tugged her older sister’s hand. "See, (Y/N)?! He wants some! Go get 'em!”

The raven-haired girl then turned to the blonde teen, practically jumping up and down. “Armin look! We sold another one!"

“We did!” The boy who was apparently named Armin, clapped his hands together, then gave the little girl a high five. “You’re a natural at this Mikasa!”

(Y/N) looked at Eren, then Mikasa, and sighed. She grabbed a bag from the trolley Armin was dragging around and pulled out a box of cookies. Eren grabbed them slowly from her, their hands almost touching as he gave (Y/N) a small smile. The (h/c) girl blushed lightly, though not visible enough for the brunette to notice.

"Hope to see you again!" Eren called out when the siblings said their thank you's and bid farewell.

And, this time, even for the slightest moment, Eren’s serotonin levels were going straight through the roof. His heart was still beating loudly, almost in sync with the trash music his roommates were blaring on the speakers. and for a moment, even just for a moment.

He felt genuine happiness that he hasn’t felt in a very long time.

The three of you continue to walk animatedly, now that the coast was clear and the guy from earlier wasn’t within earshot, your blonde friend just had to break the silence.

Armin smiles, pushing his glasses up to the crook of his nose. “(Y/N), you did see how he looked at you right?” The blonde chuckles softly, catching his best friend off guard.

You blinked. “Him?” You try to stop yourself from smiling, blushing profusely. “Geez Armin, I don’t even know his name yet.”

“I’ll bet you 100 bucks that he goes to our Uni.”

“Even if he does, it’s not like we’ll talk to him or anything. Judging from the place he lives in and the people he was hanging out with, we’re in two completely different worlds.” You shook your head in denial, holding Mikasa’s hand, your interlocked arms swinging playfully. Armin gives you a knowing look in response.

Mikasa continued to wave back at the boy whom they had just sold cookies too. (Y/N) looked over her shoulder and smiled. “Wasn’t he nice (Y/N)?” Mikasa asks her older sister. (Y/N) returned her sister a small smile, “He was.”

"I hope we see him again!"

"I'm sure we will."

The day of Eren’s dreaded finals finally arrive.

He has prepared tirelessly for this. Hours upon hours of hard work. But, before he finally gets his well-deserved sleep, he has a few more hours to cram and absorb more knowledge for his exams.

So, what better way to do so than head straight to the library as soon as it opens at 6 AM?

This time, no one was going to bother him. No annoying roommates and no distractions.

Eren heads over to a table near the coffee and snack machines. He puts down his bag on a seat next to him, and begins to study once again. Looking through the course materials and the lessons that he still didn’t quite understand. Eren was so absorbed with studying and relying on his gut feeling that no other student in this university would think of going to the library at 6 AM on the day of finals… then he’s wrong. Very wrong.

“Sasha, should you even be eating mashed potato this early in the morning?” Armin asks the brunette worriedly, a huge tone of concern in his voice.

“Armin! Don’t chu worry! I ate heavy breakfast! Bacon, Eggs, and Toast! Did you not see me in the kitchen!?” She reassures her blonde friend, continuing to scoop up the mashed potato on a reusable cup.

“Liar.” Connie hissed, narrowing his eyes. “I was awake since 4 AM. Not once did I see you sneak into the kitchen until (Y/N) woke you up.”

“Atatata. Can we… stop with the negative vibes for a second?” Jean tries to become the mediator by holding his hands up against his two friends who were about to start an argument. “It’s finals week. We have to keep a clear mind, body and soul-“

“Jean, you know that’s BS.” You yawn widely, still practically half-asleep.

“Oh, come on! Can’t you just let me be positive just this once!? If we fail this exam I’m going to blame you!“

The five of you continue to talk mindlessly on the way to the library. Connie pushes the glass door open, very much excited to have this huge library all to yourselves.

Until…

There was someone already there.

Your eyes immediately come into contact with Eren’s. His radiant jade eyes staring into yours, mouth practically agape, his hands holding on to wooden chopsticks as the hot air of instant ramen breezes through his face.

“Oh?” Connie blinks. “Guess we aren’t the first ones here then.” He whistles.

“(Y/N)!” Armin nudges you in the arm in an attempt to tease you. “Guess your wish came true huh? We did see him again! By himself too!”

“W-what am I supposed to do exactly?” You turn to Armin, speaking in a hushed whisper.

“Say thank you to him! Offer him to go on a boba date or something!”

“You got the Sasha seal of approval (Y/N)! He’s hot!” Sasha motions you a thumbs up and you can’t help but feel yourself already wanting to die of embarrassment.

The four of them slightly push you towards his table. With your friends cornering you like this, there was no way of escaping this.

All you had to do was talk to him and properly thank him for buying cookies from your little sister.

That was it.

No need for any extra ad-libs or poor and bad attempts of flirtation.

Just thank him (Y/N).

You can do this.

You breathe a hefty sigh then approach his table with confidence. The brunette continues to look up at you whilst turning the page of his reviewer that he wasn’t even looking at.

“Hi again! I just wanted to thank you properly for helping my sister and I, out the other day. Mikasa really appreciated the gesture you did for her, and she couldn’t stop talking about you to our parents since we saw you. You see, none of the other girl scouts want to be paired up with my sister because they think she’s an emotionless and monotonous freak. They’re really mean to her but she really wants to continue being a girl scout so my friend and I accompany her whenever she has to sell cookies!”

“It’s N-no problem!” Eren quickly replies, running a hand through his hair. “Why would they say such horrible things to your sister like that? Judging from the way she acted in front of me, she was quite the opposite. In a positive way of course! Those kids are just assholes who are intimidated because another girl their age is seemingly better than them.”

You giggle in response. “Thank you. I’ll tell Mikasa that you said that!”

There was short silence for a few seconds until you realized that you forgot to say something.

“Ah! I’m (Y/N) (L/N) by the way!”

“Eren.” He smiles, reaching his hand out to you for you to shake. You grip his strong and calloused hand firmly, and Eren could feel his ears turning red again while you were about to blush as red as a tomato.

You hear your friends snickering in the background and you took this as a sign to go back to your table. “I guess, I’ll see you around campus?” You ask, tilting your head. For, you actually really wanted to see him again after this.

“Yea! I’ll be seeing you!” He grins widely, watching you leave where he was seated. His smile then envelops into a frown as soon as you went away then he goes back to studying.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” Connie whispers loudly, calling you over by waving his hand. Why was this dunce being so painfully obvious? “Ask him if he’s looking for an apartment or if he wants to live with us!”

“Already!?” You ask in disbelief, a bit shocked by what Connie had just said. He scoots to the left, as you take a seat between him and Sasha. “Guys, you’ve known him for like… 3 minutes. Only Armin and I actually interacted with him before this.”

“He has to pass the vibe check first.” Jean shrugs, sipping on an iced expresso. “But, yeah, he does seem alright from a few feet away.”

“Come on (Y/N)! Ask him!” Sasha nods approvingly. “It’s weird that he’s studying alone like this while we’re in another table trying to remain unaware that he looks lonely as hell.”

“UMmMM… maybe he wants to study alone because that’s the only way he can focus? That’s a thing that normal people do, Sasha.” You remark sarcastically, trying to think up of more reasons to not approach him again.

Armin clears his throat, “Look, (Y/N), it won’t hurt to try right? Besides, don’t you feel a tiny bit sorry for him? He does seem lonely and you do have a crush on him so… more ways to interact with him right?”

Your shoulders slump and you breathe a defeated sigh. “Okay okay fine.” You make your way to Eren’s table again but before you do, you turn to your friends. “By the way, I don’t really have a crush on him just yet. I just find him cute okay?”

“Yeah yeah.” They say in unison as you continue to walk back to the brunette’s table.

“Hi again Eren!” You wave and try your best not to fumble or look painfully obvious that you were infatuated by him. He looks up and you try your best not to smile like a weirdo.

“Hm?” He hums.

“Would you like to come over to our table and study with us?”

To be continued.

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dengswei · 2 years

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All hail the gif God!! I swear your gifs ALWAYS leave me mind-blown. Also shout out to you and your koisenu futari gifs for making me realize that i might be assexual and that that it's okay. I related so much, so thank you. So, if you don't mind me asking, how the f*ck do you keep the skin color intact in your colored gif edits (like the todd one or the patpran purple one)? I swear that i can't figure out how your brain does such things. Thank you for existence, your making us all a favor 😊

honestly that's too big of a compliment omg but i really appreciate it 😭💜

i'm so glad to hear that! & happy for you if that is the case, my ask box is always open if you have any ace related questions 🥺💜

that's usually what takes me a lot of time when it comes to giffing, because obviously when you use channel mixer the skin colour becomes unnatural (sometimes very unnatural) so i mostly play around with selective colours on the natural section and colour balance. the skin colour was what really took my time for the todd one, hence why in my tags i mention it might be too red (also didn't help with the original scene colouring the scene was tinted very yellow) but yeah selective colour is my best friend 😂 i always compare my colouring to what the colouring of the original scene is to make sure my version isn't (more in most cases) whitewashed than the original & looks natural (this can be more difficult if there's more than one person in the scene, which can be seen in a few of my baker boys gifsets since everyone has different skin tones)

honestly it's all trial and error especially since i'm still getting adjusted to photopea as well as giffing again after 2 years so a lot of stuff i'm relearning as i go. a lot of my colourings always happen by accident because i'm just playing around trying to get things to look more natural or sorting out something else 😂 Blue & purple are my favourite colours hence why i always lean towards giffing those colours 😂 if i don't use blue or purple the reason is 99% of the time because the blue or purple didn't work well so i used another colour to match the backgrounds or whatever colour is prominently in the scene originally

but thanks so much for saying this 🤧 it's made my night 💙💙

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your baby sweet pea getting jealous bc of your celebrity crushes like maybe you’re talking about harry styles too much and he just stomps his foot like a five year old ‘nooo baby enough you’re my girl stooop’🥺🥺

My baby Sweet Pea being jealous of my baby Harry Styles??? Anon, you hit me hard!!!

"Do you think this is the right way to do it?" you giggled, pouring more flour into the bowl, completely disappointed by the softness of the batter. The recipe said it should have been pretty much solid by now, yet yours and Sweet Pea's literally looked like pudding.

"We're doing something wrong," he sighed. He had gone over the instructions about ten times already, and now, he was hugging you from behind as you both read them all over again.

"I think we should just wing it" you laughed, throwing the mixer to the side and planting your hands right into the cookie dough. Sweet Pea was just laughing and shaking his head, as you kept on hoping that with enough determination, you'd mold it into the right texture. Not a chance.

When you were about to open your mouth and express the fact that you were ready to give up and order from Pop's instead, your phone rang. Seeing how your hands were all sticky and covered in batter, Sweet Pea fetched your phone, accepted the call, and placed it on the counter right next to you, on speaker.

In an instant, your best friend's voice became audible, but not before she let out a loud screech filled with enthusiasm, "Y/n, MTV. Now!"

"I can't right now- I-" you tried to say as you toyed with the dough on your fingers, but she cut you off.

"Yes, you can!" she said dramatically, "They're live streaming Harry's concert and he's-"

And frankly, that was all you needed to hear before all your blood rose up into your ears. You sprinted off, slammed your shoulder into the door and didn't stop until you were kneeling in front of the small TV in the living room. Following a small mental breakdown, you managed to press the ON button on the remote control using your toes. The exact same way, you frantically flipped through the channels, until you reached MTV and Harry's dancing frame popped up on the screen.

Your eyes went wide and you sat down, unable to hold back a grin as you sang every word. It is unclear when Sweet Pea actually entered the room, but after the third song ended, you felt him softly tap your shoulder.

"I think I got what we did wrong, it looks just like the picture now, I think we can-"

"Yeah, yeah, just a second" you mumbled, cutting him off before you turned back to the TV just as Golden started playing. That second was as metaphorical as it could have been, because you had absolutely no intention of going anywhere until Harry left that stage. And Sweet Pea knew that. So, without even trying to argue with you, he shuffled closer and wrapped you in his arms, pressing your back flush against his chest.

He watched quietly, and you paid him no attention. You were completely absorbed. It was about 10 minutes later that he thanked the crowd and some other person took the stage, resulting in you slumping back against Sweet Pea.

"He's really talented," he said, giving you a soft kiss.

"I know" you whined, "And I'll never get to see him live, let alone meet him, and that makes my heart hurt"

"Aww, baby-" Sweet Pea hummed, moving a bit to the side so he could look into your eyes, "I promise you, one day you'll see him live. I'll help you save money"

"I love you, Pea" you blushed, leaning in to peck his lips, "You don't have to do that"

"I want to, angel"

Shortly after that, you two went back into the kitchen. Like he said, the dough was finally looking the way it was supposed to, but you honestly had no idea why, because while Sweet Pea proudly explained how he figured out what was missing, you were too busy replaying the whole concert inside your head. Moments later, the cookies were in the oven, and you and Sweet Pea were munching on some chips as you waited for the desert to be done. "But like-" you said, looking aimlessly at the wall behind your boyfriend, "If I ever meet Harry Styles, I don't even know what I could possibly say to him"

"What do you mean?" Sweet Pea asked, genuinely curious.

"Like, he seems like that kind of person that's really smart and educated and my brain would most definitely shut down"

"Your brain wouldn't shut down, Y/n, come on" Sweet Pea scoffed, "You're the smartest person I know, I'm pretty sure a pop star has got nothing on you"

"But have you seen him?" you belted, your enthusiasm making your voice just a tad bit too loud. "Oh my god..." you said again, leaning back down against the counter.

"I saw him, yes" he laughed.

"Hot. As shit"

Sweet Pea's eyes grew wide as his brows gathered into a helpless frown, but you didn't notice"

"He's fucking perfect!"

"Baby..." he whined, now obviously bothered.

"I'd let him run me over with a car!" you exclaimed, which was the last straw. Sweet Pea stood up and walked over to you, eyes all dark and glossy, his usual grin nowhere to be seen.

"Nooo, baby, enough.. Please.. You're my girl, stooop.." he whined, grabbing your shoulders.

That was when you finally noticed the way everything you said must have sounded, and panic enveloped you. "Pea, I didn't mean it like-"

"I know he's a lot of things that I'm not, but I'm really trying and-"

"No, no, no-" you jumped to stop him, cupping his cheeks into your palms, "I swear, I never intended it to sound like that. Fuck, I'm so stupid"

"No, you're not" Sweet Pea shook his head, the vulnerability in his voice making your heart melt. For a second, you stood and wondered how on earth did you manage to say those things to him when he's the best thing that ever happened to you. Sweet Pea was the one who taught you what unconditional love was, the only person who supported you every step of the way, he bailed on his friends to stay inside and make cookies with you, and what did you do? Told him how much you like another guy.

"Yes, I am, I don't know, it's just a stupid celebrity crush, but please tell me you know that" you said, looking deeply into his eyes, "Please tell me I didn't really make you believe I could ever like him more than I like you. You're the only one for me, please tell me you know that"

"I do" he nodded, his voice breaking.

"Pea" you cried, wrapping your arms around his neck, "You're my baby and only you. You're perfect and I love you so fucking much" For the next part, you pulled away from him and forced him to look into your eyes as you spoke. "When I meant that Harry is perfect, I meant that he looks good and I love his music. And that's all I know about him. But when I say you're perfect, I say it taking into consideration all aspects of your personality, all your flaws that I've come to love, all the small little things you do for me that make my heart melt.. You're the best man I ever met. I swear to god, Pea, I say stupid shit sometimes, but please don't ever doubt how much I love you"

"I love you too, baby girl" he said, and this time, you finally heard his voice come back to normal. A small grin appeared at the corner of his lips, before he bent down to kiss you.

"I'm really sorry" you mumbled, cuddling into his chest after you pulled away from his lips.

"Don't be, baby, I overreacted too, I shouldn't have-"

"You did not overreact, shut up"

A few seconds of silence followed, where he just held you to his chest, in the middle of the kitchen. "I'm your baby" he said, kissing the top of your head. "And you're mine"

"Yess!!" you smiled, pulling away and pushing yourself up to kiss his lips.

"But yeah, I kinda did overreact-" Sweet Pea said with a grin, "Considering how badly I want Megan Fox to run ME over with a car"

You wanted to jump and argue, but you were interrupted by the sound of your smoke alarm going off.

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devilbat · 4 years

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The Visit

Tom Hiddleston x reader

Warning: fluff and implied smut

My girl @darkprincessloki92 requested Tom/Loki 5-9-10 smut and fluff

So I went with Tom and it's implied smut..

5 Am I your lock screen?" "You weren't supposed to see that."

9 Sleepover? Please?"

10 Can we stay like this forever?"

Ah, New York City, how you have missed this, the sight the sounds the tall buildings hell even the smell and that giant rat was dragging a slice of pizza the same size as itself. Surely he had four grown teenagers. This was the town you felt at home here, even if your home was back in London. You arrive only moments ago for a short vacation, and somewhat of a surprise. Your best friend was here. Doing what he does best, theater. Unknowing to him, you were here even after you had been talking to him throughout your day like nothing was being plotted against him with one of his co-stars and fellow marvel castmate.

You were armed with a key to Tom's home away from home. You stepped inside, knowing Tom wasn't due back anytime soon. You sighed at the state of the place. He was usually well kept and tidy, but when he was away. Well, that was another story. Setting the few things you brought with you for the night. You started to tidy up the place. Your suitcase with Charlie, who had picked you up that morning, stating that he would take it to the hotel you were going to be staying in.

You were finishing up with dinner when you heard the door open a small happy bark from Bobby as he ran right into the kitchen. Tom was still trying to get his coat off when he heard a noise in the kitchen after Bobby barked. ’What did that dog do?’ He thought as he made his way into the kitchen, kicking off his shoes as he went. Tom jumped a bit when he saw someone standing in his kitchen. Bobby was happily wagging his tail, looking at the person. It took him a few to realize who it was.

"Bloody hell woman, you scared the dickens Out of me." Tom hissed before his hands wrapped around your waist, hugging you tightly. His head was resting on top of yours. You giggled with a smile. You could feel Tom relax as he stood there hugging you, longer than he probably should. "How, when did you?"

"Hi to you too, mister. And I got her this afternoon Charlie picked me up. He was also the one to give me a key." You hummed patting his hands as you stirred the noodles into sauce. Bobby was eagerly waiting for you to drop something on the floor. Even if Tom frowned upon anyone giving Bobby people food, he could never really say no to you.

"Remind me to thank him." Tom finally removed himself from you, standing against the counter next to you. "I've missed your cooking; that is for sure."

"That is all our friendships is to you? Me cooking for you. I see how that is." You teased as you grabbed the plates from behind him.

"Hey, now I've cooked too." Tom defended himself.

"One time, and that was before you found out I could cook." You pointed the sauce cover spoon at the man. Tom just gave you that sly grin and that damn eheheh. Curse him for being so damn adorable.

"I'm happy your here, though." He smiles once more before grabbing the plate you handed to him. Head towards the small couch. Both of you at watching your favorite tv show.

Tom had relaxed more that you were here, and now he found himself being plastered with some kind of torture device. How you convinced the man to have you put a charcoal mask on beats the hell out of you, but here you were standing in front of him as he sat on the counter of the bathroom applying black wet goo on his face. You tried not to get any in his beard. But if he didn't stop moving, you were going to do it in spite. Tom's phone buzzed; you looked over to his phone.

"You have a message from Charlie." You stated finishing the last bit of mask. Lucky for you, you had already put yours on. Tom grabbed it and replayed quickly, setting it back on the counter as you moved from between his legs. "Am I your lock screen?" You had spied the picture before the screen went to black. Tom rubbed that back of his head with his hand giving you that damn laugh. Curse him again. You hated that laugh, really you did. It always did a thing to you.

"You weren't supposed to see that." He chuckled, shoving his phone in his pocket. He moved to stand up. "I liked the photo. It's a cute one."

"A cute one? A cute one? Tom, I'm covered in flour, because your mixer decided to explode on me. Hell, there was flour where flour shouldn't be." You threw your hands up in the air as you walked after Tom, who decided to start walking into the bedroom.

"When can I take this stuff off." Tom changed the subject as he laid on the bed his back against the headboard.

"Until it drys." You sighed, moving to the bed next to him. Tom flipped through the channels until he found something to watch. He was touching his face ever so often. "Tom, stop messing with it. You'll know when it's dry." You smacked his chest playfully. Twenty minutes later. You started pealing yours off. Tom did the same, only complaining.

"Owe. Damn it. Y/n." Tom whined. "You got it in my beard." His hand fell to his side.

"Oh my god, you big baby." You moved to hover over Tom. Your hands worked the mask off. Tom hissed. "Thomas, if you don't stop complaining, I'm going to rip it off. And give you something to complain about."

"Why do you put yourself through this Torture." Tom hissed, Your body stretched over his part of your chest in his face.

"Tom," You sat back on your legs look at your dork of a friend half of his face coming off. "Suck it up, take it like a man and rub some dirt in it.

"Fine, you can finish. I will stop my "complaining, " besides I was quite enjoying my view." He purred, you looked at him confused before you went back to working on the mask. "Can we stay like this forever?" Tom spoke to himself, mostly. You looked down as you did realize what he was referring too.

"Pervert if only your fan knew the True nature of Thomas William Hiddleston." You teased before you ripped off the mask with no warning causing the man to yelp in pain. Tom was glaring dagger at you, and you laughed at him. His face a bit red from were you, with great force, pulled the mask off. Holding it up to Tom. "Oops, I think I may have left a bald spot in your beard." Laughing harder without warning, you were on your back with Tom hovering over you. Your hand pinned above your head, your chest heaving into Tom’s as you tried to catch your breath.

"You, my dear, or in a bit of trouble." Tom purred.

"Yeah, and what are you going to do about." You panted out, sticking your tongue out. Wiggling around in his grasp. Calling his bluff, thinking he wouldn't do anything like other times, you both playfully wrestled. Even if you desperately wish he would.

"This." And without another word, his lips were on yours kissing you slowly with so much passion behind each movement of his lips. After the bit of shock, your lips moved in tuned with his. His tongue danced along your lips, asking that silent question. Which you answered, parting your lips, allowing his tongue tangled with yours.

Tom held both your wrist in his one large hand while the other roamed over your form, exploring uncharted territories he had only hope and too eager to discover, the only time he left your lips was to catch his breath. Both of you were panting heavily. Moaning out his name as his free hand cupped your covered breast, filling his hand perfectly. His body pressed against yours, letting you feel the weight of him over yours. His toned chest pressed nicely against the soft mounds of your breasts. The feeling of his growing need for you pushing against your heated core both excited you and frightened. He was not a small man in any way. Tom’s name left your lips when he started grinding against your fabric covered core, giving both of you some friction. Your body moved on its own accord. Want nothing more than to feel him.

Tom’s hands moved under your shirt, making you gasp at the feel of his fingers, touching your parched skin, pushing the fabric up, wanting more access. You nipped at his kissed swollen lips, your lips needing more attention from his, which he happily gave. Though something had other plans for the two of you, as medium-size chocolate Burnett bound onto the bed pouncing on his father's back. Tom groaned and huffed from the weight of the dog even if it wasn't much. You giggled as you watched Tom gently push his four-legged fur baby off from his back. Bobby, with his tail wagging, wiggled his way in between you, his wet tongue swiping across your face happily.

”Bobby, you were to be my wingman, not steal the girl.” Tom sighed, moving to pick up Bobby setting him down on the floor. You moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

”I think that's my cue to get going.” Trying to convince yourself you needed to slow down even if you didn't want to.

”Sleepover? Please?" Tom pouted his hand, cupping your cheek before placing a light kiss to your lips. ”I quite enjoy kissing you.” Making you blush a bit. Tom gave you the cutest puppy look he could muster even Bobby did too.

”Well, that was rather nice happy to see you.” You giggle, standing up. ”If I stay, are you going to keep your hands and mouth to yourself long enough to talk about the small elephant in the room?”

”On which elephant are we referring to?” Tom hummed a sly smirk spread across his handsome face.

”Well, I wasn't referring to little Tom. He can wait.” shaking your head, trying not to smile like an idiot.

”How about this? We make out some more than talk and then deal with the other elephant before he turns blue. As you always seem to do even if you don't realize it.” Tom stepped forward, closing the gap between you two. His arms were wrapping themselves around your midsection. Your hands were holding on to his Biceps. Though you couldn't help but kiss his exposed neck, that was in desperate need of your attention. He hummed at your touch, walking you back before his head moved down again, taking your lips and following you back onto the bed.

”Fine, we will talk about this in the morning.” You gave into him. What wouldn't you do for this man?

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