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donald4spiderman · 2 years

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Heya! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests but can I request a venom!reader x TASM!Peter Parker. Where they would have a Black Cat and Spider-Man dynamic, and at some point they start to get close and the reader stop with their petty crimes. And later in their relationship, one of them ends up confessing (and maybe end up making out? ;))

OUR MOST DANGEROUS CRIME IS FALLING IN LOVE

crime doesn’t make you feel nearly as good as parker does. venom!reader

tasm!peter parker x venom!reader

tw: slight angst, kissing

a/n: i have limited knowledge about venom since i’ve been putting off watching the movies. i read a few of the comics ages ago, so my memory is rusty. please inform me if things don’t make sense! PLEASE REBLOG

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YOUR FEET DANGLE CARELESSLY OFF THE LEDGE OF THE SKYSCRAPER as you observed the bustling city beneath you. The faint sputter of cars and the distant chatter of crowds accompanies your thoughts.

“I knew I’d find you here.”

Most people would whip their head around at the sudden disturbance, but you stay still, unphased by the familiar voice. It was only a matter of time before your friend—Spider-Man, Peter Parker, whatever—showed up for his nightly visit.

You hate to admit it, but over the past few months of battling and reconciling with the superhero, he’s learned quite a bit about you—more than you were willing to share. At first, you were hellbent on committing crime whenever the opportunity presented itself. After all, being infected by a Venom symbiote doesn’t exactly lend itself to charitable acts. You were also determined to give New York’s famous vigilante an even harder time. You enjoyed the endless cat and mouse game—the chase.

Torturing and taunting the hero with your reprehensible actions was entertaining for a while, but soon enough, it lost its spark. You noticed yourself growing empathetic towards the web-slinger, and he began feeling the same towards you.

It was on a night like this where Peter revealed his identity to you in hopes of humanizing himself. It wasn’t a total shock to find out that an 18 year old boy was hidden behind the mask, but he wasn’t exactly what you were expecting either. You ended up sharing your identity with him as well, and after talking for hours, a dreaded soft spot bloomed in your chest.

Crime paled in comparison to time spent with Peter. Of course, you still gave him a hard time, and on occasion, you’d engage in petty theft (for a good cause). You weren’t a completely changed person, but the new, more sensitive and caring, you would be nearly unrecognizable to the old you.

You don’t respond to his greeting; Peter takes your indifferent silence as an invitation to sit beside you. He yanks his mask off his, tossing it behind him without a second thought. It’s just you and him.

“Something on your mind?” He teases, though concern sifts through the cracks.

You shake your head, “Not really.”

“Ambiguous,” Peter chortles, “you gonna tell me what you’re thinking about? Or, are you gonna make me work for it?”

“Hmm,” you pretend to ponder, “I don’t know.”

“C’mon...”

“Making you work for it is so fun,” you smile, glancing the left to discover Peter pouting, “you only get out what you put in.”

“I don’t know why I expect anything different from you.” He sighs in defeat.

“Ha-ha.” You deadpan.

He groans, tossing his head back. “Do I have to beg? Please don’t make me beg.”

“Sounds to me like you’re already begging,” you chide, “you’re so lucky I’m feeling nice today, Spidey.”

Peter’s lips curl into a delighted grin. “Must be a special occasion; I’m receiving mercy from (Y/N),” he prods at you in an attempt to lighten your mood, “seriously, though. If something’s wrong you know you can tell me, right?”

You roll your eyes, fighting the desire to smile just as wide as him. “Yeah, yeah, Mr. Therapist. Whatever.”

“(Y/N)!”

“Right. Sorry,” you mumble, “I’m just really tired.”

“Ah, yes. Crime is very exhausting.”

“You know damn well I haven’t done anything actually illegal in weeks. I’m growing soft.”

“Not soft. Just...considerate,” he pauses, “yeah! Considerate.”

You shake your head at his antics, “God, you make it sound so fucking lame. Good thing you’re cute, Spidey. ‘Makes some of this boring, good-person shit worth it, I guess.”

“T-thanks? I-I mean-you should be doing this because it’s the right thing to do-not just cause you think I-I’m cute,” he halts his sputtering to find you smirking in delectation, “okay, well. Now I understand that you were-that was a joke-and now I’ve just-wow-I made myself sound really dumb.”

“You’re pretty, so it makes up for it,” you push further, “with a face like that you can’t have the brains too.”

A blush creeps up his neck, “I can’t tell if I should be flattered or insulted.”

“Both would be the proper response.” You nod, suddenly in a better mood from flustering Peter.

“Anyway,” He makes an effort to redirect the conversation, “what’s going on in your head.”

“So nosy,” you mutter beneath your breath, hands wringing together. It’s always easy to be this confident, cocky anti-hero around Peter when you’re Venom, but without the symbiote-exterior, it’s just you, (Y/N). You feel vulnerable, “I’ve just been worrying like crazy. It’s stupid.”

“I’m sure it’s not,” he reassures, “tell me.”

You inhale nervously. “It’s just-things have been going really good for me. Honestly, I think my life is the best it’s been since before this fucking parasite bonded to me. I’m less insane than I was before; I’m a better person; I have you,” Peter’s heart flutters at your confession, “I’m just worried things are gonna disappear all of a sudden. I’m worried I won’t be able to control the Venom anymore and I’ll lose everything.”

“You won’t lose me.”

“Peter, you can’t possibly promise something like that.” You chuckle dryly.

“I can,” he affirms, “even if something bad happens—which i’m not saying it will—i’ll help you. I helped you once and I’ll help you a thousand times if you need me. You’re still you, (Y/N). Venom doesn’t take away from that.”

“You’re such a superhero.” You roll your eyes. Peter gasps with feigned offense.

“Is that such a bad thing.”

You shake your head, “No. It used to be. But not anymore.”

“Cool. Good.” He smiles, elated at how surprisingly personal this conversation was.

“Try to look less like a kid in a candy store.” You bite, shoving him slightly. He falters, gripping onto the edge of the concrete wall as if he forgot he was Spider-Man. Falling was no where near a risk for him.

His brows scrunch together. “Right. Sorry.”

“Whatever. You can make it up to me later; I have a few ideas.” You remark suggestively, aching to regain control of the subject.

“I will.” Peter promises.

“Alright,” you nod with pursed lips, uncomfortable with the lull in chatter, “so-“

“I like you.” Peter interrupts with a quick shout.

“Huh? What?!”

“I like you,” he repeats, “in a romantic way. I’m sure you could kind of tell-maybe you were just avoiding it because you didn’t want to talk about it-but I had to tell you, okay? I really like you and I really care about you. I don’t want you to have ever doubt that.”

“Okay,” you whisper, “I won’t-I won’t doubt that.”

“Promise?” He’s naive and hopeful, maybe even stupid for trusting you. But what’s life worth without blind leaps into the abyss and love-struck confessions?

“Yes. I promise,” your pinky entangles with his slender digit, wrapping tightly. “Pink promise.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“I like you too—in a romantic way.” You mock, slightly uneasy at the prospect of dating, but confident in your feelings nonetheless.

Peter beams, “O-okay. Really?”

“Yes, really. Why do you think I was so willing to abandon my old ways?”

“So you really were only doing this because I’m a pretty face?!” He laughs.

“Maybe,” you hum, twisting your torso to face him. Your eyes trace the bruises and scratches on his face which he sustained from his patrol, “you do have a very pretty face.”

“Thanks. You do too.”

Peter leans in closer, slipping his lips onto yours. They move in tandem as your bodies slide closer, chests itching to be flush with one another. He cradles your face with firm hands, craning your neck to breathe you in. It’s a contest of who will consume who first. You hate admitting defeat, but Peter is definitely holding a steady lead.

Yeah, you think as a low groan escapes his throat. He’s worth it all.

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angel-inked · 9 months

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What happens when they dream about you

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Memories.

"Oh my God, you're so cute." You awed, recording a video of your boyfriend bottle feeding a fawn. Tommy looked up at you with a huge grin on his face. You didn't tell him where you were taking him this morning, but he seems pretty happy with your idea of a date being a petting zoo. After admiring the deer, the two of you walked around for a bit, coming across a pen of very friendly horses. Phone in your hand once again for an ungodly amount of pictures and videos. A Chestnut colored mare with a dark red colored main and tail stretched her neck towards you to ask for nose pats. "Hi beautiful." You greeted her, rubbing her nose as she shoved her head into your hand even more. "Hey, bebe, are you taking a video?" Tommy asked, making you turn to him. "Yeah, what are you up to?" You giggled, knowing Tommy well enough to know he was planning something.

"Watch this." Tommy said, gesturing to you with a carrot stick in his hand. The buckskin colt didn't seem to be pleased that he was no longer receiving ear scratches, tossing his head around, but was soon happy again when he took notice of the treats Tommy had for him, Tommy placed a carrot stick between his lips and held it out to the colt that way. Your phone camera vibrated as you laughed at the sight in front of you. The horse's lips brushed against Tommy's noise before sniffing and ultimately snatching the snack, happily crunching away on the carrot as Tommy started to laugh with you. "Oh, what a wonderful rendition of Lady and the Tramp!" You exclaimed between laughs. "Now you get to tell all your friends your boyfriend frenched a horse with video evidence." Tommy joked, making you double over laughing, giving the camera a good view of the dirt path.

You grinned and snorted at the videos and pictures of the day from your comfy spot on the couch, wrapped up safely in Tommy's arms as he snored softly against the back of your neck. Finally, you got to the picture of you and Tommy sharing a kiss at the end of your visit to the petting zoo. Tommy has never divulged much of his past to you, but you know enough to know it was traumatic, so seeing him happy and laughing never failed to fill your heart to the point of overflowing. Tommy's hands lazily explored your stomach in his sleep, making you glance over your shoulder to check on him. You had learned quickly that Tommy moving in his sleep meant he was dreaming, albeit usually a nightmare, but this time, you felt his lips curl into a smile against the soft exposed skin of your neck. "I love you." He murmured, a sleepy slur in his gruff voice. Your face broke out into a smile so hard it almost hurt. At least this time, it was a good dream.

You.

Midnight bathroom trips were a pain in the ass, quite literally. Not only did your body force itself out of sleep, but it also woke you up enough that you couldn't go back to the wonderful abyss that is sleep. You groaned as your berefeet padded down the hallway of the small apartment you shared with your boyfriend. Upon entering the bedroom, you saw a dark shape looming over Eddie's sleeping from. Swallowing stiffly, you reminded yourself that Vemon wouldn't harm you anymore than they would Eddie. The symbiote has been desperately trying to gain your trust, though that proved somewhat difficult after your first time "meeting" Vemon involved them consuming a creep whole that was trying to get handsy with you. Eddie apologized profusely and had a slight breakdown at the thought of having scared you. Insisting that Vemon liked you as much as he did and just wanted to protect you.

Vemon has proved how useful an extra set of arms can be and is more than willing to watch the cheesy romcoms and movies like "P.S. I Love You" with you that Eddie can't stand. However, your nerves still often got the better of you, and you would freeze up. Gathering what courage you could, you made your way to the bed and attempted to get comfortable under the covers. Vemon watched you silently for a moment, "your hreat rate is up." They said quietly. "No shit." You mumbled, grabbing your phone off the nightstand, knowing you'd be awake for a while, so you decided to entertain yourself. "We are sorry for scarring you." Vemon said, hanging they're head shamefully. "It was never our intent." They added. "It's fine." You replied, not looking up from your mobile. You and Vemon have gone through this more times than you could count. They apologize, and you tell them it's fine.

Vemon glanced down at Eddie and hummed lowly. Your curiosity got the better of you, so you looked between Eddie and the symbiote, "do you know what he's thinking even if he's asleep?" You questioned tentatively. "Yes, and his dreams." The symbiote replied. "He's currently very happy in the dream and is dancing with someone very special." Vemon explained. You thought about the recent impromptu dance party you and Eddie had in the living room. He spun you around to the song playing while the credits rolled on the movie you just watched, Vemon even pitched in to help Eddie lean you into a dip and pull you back up. When the song faded out, Eddie sat you up on the arm of the couch and connected your lips with his own. The memory was almost as lovely as being in the moment. It also prompted you to ask the symbiote another question, "Hey, V?" You started, Vemon perked up at their nickname. Usually, Eddie was the only one to call them that. "Yes?" Vemon's voice rumbled. "Who's Eddie dancing with in his dream?" You asked. Vemon thoughtfully looked back down at Eddie, who is still fast asleep, and is likely to remain that way for some time.

"You."

The rum made me do it.

The room was dark, and Alfie's vision was blurry, probably something to do with all that rum. As he had said once, rum is for fun and fucking init? it has led to both in this case. He was laid out on his back, and in his haze, he realized he couldn't move his arms out from under the weight of his torso. Was he tied up? Maybe. Honestly, between his drunkenness and the familiar shape of his spouse climbing on top of him, he couldn't find it in himself to care. Straddling his lap, you lightly ran your nails up and down his sides under his shirt, "Mmmm." Alfie rumbled at the shivers your actions sent through him. "Are you gonna be a good boy for me?" You asked, the rum also coating your voice. "Yes, dove." Alfie purred, part of him desperate to please you, another part was desperate to be pleased by you. The two of you seemed to cancel each other out. You were both the dominant sort, but Alfie didn't have to be drunk for you to convince him of this.

Undoing the buttons of his shirt with a lazy pace, partly due to taste testing your own products too much and partly due to not being in any particular kind of rush. Your hands explored his chest, earning a grunt from him as you massaged his pecks. "Are you enjoying that, Mr. Solomons?" You asked softly. "I enjoy anything from you, love." Alfie murmured with a rum influenced smirk on his face. Alfie's vision grew even more blurry than before, and finally his eyes fell shut either by way of the rum finally getting to him or by way of you continuing to massage his muscles, he wasn't sure.

You had been puttering around the house for most of the afternoon, and now you were looking for your husband as the house had been unusually quite for far too long for you not to wonder where your old man had buggered off to. Finally, making your way into the parlor, you heard a satisfied grunt from the couch, stopping you in your tracks. Taking steps towards the back of the red colored piece of furniture, peering over the back of it. There was your husband, Alfie, back slightly arched and head pressing a small indentation into the cushion underneath it. You narrowed your eyes as they hovered over the bulge Alfie had acquired. Safe to assume he was enjoying whatever dream he was having, you thought.

Pleasant.

A soft breeze helped waft the morning brid songs through the window of a small cottage in the English countryside, the bacon sizzled as you dropped it into your cast-iron pan. A soft sigh fell from your lips lazily as the sweet aroma of food cooking in the morning filled the kitchen. You pulled out the folding toaster and placed it over another burner with four pieces of bread, enough for two bacon and egg sandwiches. "Morning love," Farrier said as he walked in, voice gruff from waking up and rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Smells heavenly in here." He smiled. "Then, let's hope it tastes that way too." You replied, returning the smile and pecking his lips. "Would you make the tea dear?" You asked. "Of course." Farrier answered, beginning to fill the kettle with water. He stood idle for a moment as he waited for the water to boil, watching as you drifted around the room, just as gently as the breeze was, turning the pieces of toast so that both sides would be even and then doing the same with the bacon to ensure it would cook evenly.

You happen to glance his way and notice the far away look in his eyes. It usually meant he was lost in his thoughts before this look was usually accompanied by a frown as he would think of when he would be sent away again, off into war. However, now that he's not in active service anymore and attempting to settle back into civilian life, this look was usually accompanied by a smile. The kettle began whistling and thus brought him out of his thoughts. "I had a dream last night." Farrier stated. "Oh? What about?" You questioned. "This," Farrier explained with a vague gesture to the room as a whole. "Just existing, gardening, baking, all and all just a picturesque day spent together." He added, placing a tea bag in each mug. "It was pleasant." He finished. "Sounds it, pleasant, that is." You agreed.

"It made me happy," Farrier started up again as you put the sandwiches together, "to think that kind of calm actually exists after... after.. the incident at the beach." He said, mumbling the last few words. You encircled his neck with your arms, his snaked around your waist. Your lips continued in a drawn-out kiss. It wasn't the kind of kiss that was steamy and left you wanting more. It was the kind of kiss you'd give Farrier before he left, but this time, he wasn't going anywhere. You tucked your head under his chin, "Thank you." He said. "Thank you for what?" You asked, looking up at him.

"For reminding me there's still some kind of pleasant to be found in this world."

Sleep deprived.

Sweeping, clearing tables, wiping down the bar, and now doing the dishes. You were out visiting your folks on your day off, and his brothers were God knows where. So, Forrest had to close the station by himself tonight. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion. He picked up the last glass that needed putting away, and he eyed the sink tap. Largely because you'd given him an ear full when he had that bout with heat exhaustion from working out in the summer sun for too long, he filled the glass with water and took a drink, savoring the feeling of the cool liquid gliding down his throat, nothing quite like it. He ambled to a table with his cup, settling his tired body into a chair with a sigh. He was dreading the thought of hauling himself to bed tonight. His eyes were begging him to close them, and he did for a moment or two with his head resting on his forearms. His dreams took him back to when you, himself, and Howard were teenagers, and life was just a little bit sweeter.

Thanks to Howard, it was well known to your and the brothers parents that you and Forrest had been going around together for a while. Thankfully, neither family involved seemed too bothered by the fact. Your father's only reaction was, "If he hurts you, I taught you how to use a gun for a reason." Forrest had seemed to take offense to this. The very notion that he'd ever hurt you was wildly out of the question. You were an only child, though having known the Bondurant boys since you were born and being age wise smack dab in between Forrest and Howard, it didn't feel like it. Tonight, you and your parents were joining the Bondurants for dinner. The adults were chattering about everything from crops to the weather, nothing that was of particular interest to you. What was interesting to you was that Forrest, who was sitting next to you, hadn't taken his eyes off of you since everyone had gathered around the table. You smiled at him, laying a hand on his leg. "I'm gonna make a Bondurant out of you one of these days." Forrest stated, as if it were inevitable, a matter of fact. This brought a halt to the grown-up conversations, "Forrest.." his mother said with a warning tone. "What?" Forrest asked, "I'm a man of my word, I don't give my word to just anybody." He explained, looking back at you, holding your hand above the table for everyone to see. "I'm dead serious." He murmured.

A harsh shove woke Forrest up in an instant, "Jesus fucking.. Howard!" He snapped with a raspy voice, running his hands through his hair as Howard stood over his slumped over form with a smug grin on his face. "Howard, what did I tell you about tryin' to give your brothers heart attacks?" A voice called, Forrest lifted his groggy head and watched as you sat a couple of brown paper bags on the bar. "Sorry.." Howard mumbled, dropping his head and taking a few steps backward away from Forrest. You stop just short of the table momentarily, eyeing Forrest up and down. You shook your head as his eyes tried to shut on their own again. After closing the distance between Forrest and yourself, you ran a hand through his hair and glanced around at his brothers. "You and Jack better be here to close tomorrow night, or I'll get out the wooden spoon." You stated, ordered really, eyeing Howard, who merely nodded and gave no other reply. Jack didn't dare say a word.

"You and I'll get to bed earlier that way." You smiled, ushering Forrest to your room for some much needed rest.

#what happens when they dream about you #tommy conlon warrior #eddie brock/venom symbiote #alfie solomons peaky blinders #farrier dunkirk #forrest bondurant fan fiction #gender neutral reader

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bullsharkbait-art · 7 months

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Symbiote oc

I might write some spiderverse fan fiction later so I made a spider vs oc. And I wanted a venom/toxin/antivenom oc rather than a spiderman. Cause I prefer venom. So we made a symbiote~

#fanart #oc #art #digital art #fan fiction #fan fic #spiderman fanart #spider man #across the spiderverse #spider verse #venom symbiote #symbiote oc #Symbiote #Toxin #Anti venom

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xccx-cringecorner · 9 months

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makes an OC only to simp for PV (with a friend)

Fandom: OK K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes Character(s): Professor Venomous, Gator King (OC)

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whiskeyswriting · 1 year

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She Likes It

| For: @cycbaby |

| Song: She Likes It by Russell Dickerson and Jake Scott |

Mayor Beau Simpson. While he knew the job entailed caring for the needs of the town, Beau knew he would have the backing of the town to make improvements. Before he could do any changes, he first needed to sit for his official Mayor portrait. He knew he would already use his wife as his photographer. After the official mayoral photos were taken, he removed his tie and jacket and poured Robyn some tequila so they could have their own photo session.

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Cowboy AU 🏷️ List: @askmarinaandothers @bayisdying @breadsquash @callmemana @dragon-kazansky @callsignscupcake @callsignthirsty @cycbaby @luckyladycreator2 @gracespicybradshaw @mischief-siriusly-managed @starlit-epiphany @heyriojude

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starryevermore · 2 years

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Hi I don't know if you do him if not that ok

But can I have yandere Eddie x reader x yandere venom please

Where the reader is a sweet heart and very kind to them and is there natvorbsr

But when they hear bang's from nextdoor they quickly find out the reader boyfriend is abuse and then kick his ass and take the reader in please

the object of their affection ✧ eddie brock & venom

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request: Hi I don’t know if you do if not that ok. But can I have yandere Eddie x reader x yandere venom please where the reader is a sweet heart and very kind to them and is there natvorbsr. But when they hear bang’s from nextdoor they quickly find out the reader boyfriend is abuse and then kick his ass and take the reader is please

pairing: yandere!eddie brock x fem!reader x yandere!venom

word count: 245

warnings?: yandere, soft!dark, not proofread

“You, um, didn’t have to do that,” you mumbled, watching as the sweet journalist that lived across the hall reappeared from the black goo that once covered. “Um, what happened to…you know, him?”

The black goo covered Eddie’s face, its voice deep as it said, “We had a snack.”

“A snack? Oh. Oh,” you said, ducking your head down. Well, you couldn’t say he didn’t deserve it. “Are you going to, you know, do the same to me?”

Eddie was suddenly in front of you, kneeling, taking your hands in his. “No, no, we could never hurt you.”

You wrapped your arms around you, trying to ignore the dark look that cast over Eddie’s face as you pulled your hands away. “I-I…Are you sure? Because you…ate him without any issue.”

“He hurt you,” the black goo said, this time appearing as its own head and neck attached to Eddie’s shoulder. “We can’t let him hurt you.”

You blinked. “Um, how did you know that he…”

“He was a bad man. Eddie says we get to eat the bad men,” the goo said.

“Um, I’m sorry, who are you?”

“We are Venom,” the goo said, “and we will protect you.”

You looked between them, realizing that there was way out of this. Though, you weren’t so sure you wanted out. They did save you after all… “Well, thank you. I appreciate that.”

If only you knew what exactly you were getting into.

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brockify · 2 years

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[12:45 am]

wc: 0.3k

throwing your phone over onto the other side of your bed, you let out a small sigh. you weren’t sure why you were constantly waiting for one of his texts. you knew that what you had one was one-sided.

you just wished you meant more to him, that whatever was going on between the two of you was more than physical. but you knew his heart belonged to anne, the one that got away.

eddie brock wasn’t one to get tied down, you knew that before entering the agreement he had proposed to you. he was living a free lifestyle, one that allowed him to sleep with whoever, and do everything he seemingly couldn’t do when he was with anne. but you knew him better, knowing that this was all just a front. a mask to hide the man that was missing the one person who he felt like was his home. you knew when he came to bed with you, that he was thinking of her. some days you would cry while you were together, eddie kissing your tears away not knowing they were of heartache rather than pleasure.

you had assumed the role of being his partner without the label or exclusivity, and it was starting to gnaw at your heart. with another sigh, you got up from your bed and walked over to your window looking out at the san francisco skyline. tears spring from your eyes flowing freely as you started to come to terms with what you had been thinking of. you thought maybe it was time to throw in the towel, to let eddie go once and for all. you couldn’t fix him, you couldn’t replace anne. you knew he didn’t love you the way you loved him, just being another body to warm him during the lonely nights. wiping the tears away with your hoodie sleeve, you closed your eyes and let the cold air envelop you. you knew that starting tomorrow, you would have to start to move on, and leave eddie once and for all. you may love him, but you knew he wasn’t yours to love. and maybe, just maybe coming to terms with that would lift some of the weight on your heart.

#marvel fanfiction #sonyverse #eddie brock x reader #eddie x reader #eddie brock x you #eddie brock x y/n #venom fic #marvel x gender neutral reader #marvel x reader #venom fanfiction #venom eddie #sonyverse fan fiction

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roadtogracelandx45 · 2 years

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One Shots coming this weekend

Cowboy Take Me Away- Hangman/OFC- after the suicide mission and losing her father, Jake decides to take his wife away for a week long to his family home to help them both work through things.

Apart of Among Angels series

Rated M for adult content

Part Two Coming Soon

He Needs You- Elvis/OFC- After getting dumped again by the woman that Elvis thought he loved, he falls into a depression and it causes the Colonel to go to New York and begs Sylvie to come down and help Elvis.

Apart of Burning Love formerly known as Please Let Me Help You

Rated T for language

I Love Him- Elvis/OFC- After seeing Elvis falling in love with another girl Sylvie realizes that those butterflies that she always got around him was love and not just nerves

Apart of Burning Love series

Rated T for langauge

Welcome Home- Fast Saga- Sophie O'Conner finds herself in Los Angeles after running away from home and she bumps right into Letty and Mia and they decide to take her in.

Apart of Life in The Fastlane series

Rated T for Language

To the Recuse- Venom one shot- Eddie and Venom run into a girl that needs their help even if she doesn't want it.

Rated T for language

#ash writes #top gun maverick fan fiction #top gun maverick imagines #austin butler! elvis presley fan fiction #austin butler! elvis presley imagines #fast and furious imagines #fast and furious fan fiction #eddie brock fanfiction #venom imagine #eddie brock imagine

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fth2022fanworks · 2 years

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#fth2022 #fandom trumps hate #fan fiction #venom #chancy_lurking

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wastoidwill · 1 year

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The Eddie Polls

Hi, and welcome to The Eddie Polls, aka Battle of the Eddies. So, there are four heavily popular fictional characters named Eddie. So, I figure, why not see which one is the overall fan favorite through a week-long poll? (Eddie Diaz and Eddie Kaspbrak, I apologize in advance, for this does not bode well for either of you with I have you up against).

Think long and hard before making your final decision, and pick wisely, for there's no going back.

This should be fun...

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elderflower2000 · 1 year

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Neteyam x reader.

I suppose I’ll just have to do myself. This is literally my first time writing fan fiction which I have been an avid reader of myself for years!! Due to the lack of Neteyam fics I’ve decided to take the reins into my own hands!!!

Please go easy on me!!

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This is set before the humans come back to Pandora and the Sully family are still living in the forest.

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Isn’t life strange? How can a simple touch change an entire friendship? Perhaps it was only myself who felt the shift in feelings towards Neteyam but it happened and I have been left with the consequences of a heart aching for a love that may not even be reciprocated.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Neteyam asks, The eldest Sully brother has caught me by the river washing soiled loin clothes. His eyes were filled with a mix of annoyance and anger from my sudden change in disposition towards him.

“I am not ignoring you, I am simply busy.” My tone curt, I truly cannot understand how love and longing has made me sour. I spoke to my sister on how she felt when encountering love, she told me wistful tales of secret moments shared under the stars, endless laughter and the constant preening of hair to look her best. I know I love him but his presence causes me to tense up, like my throat is being held and manipulated to speak in nothing but short, blunt sentences.

“You know what I mean!” He says kneeling down next to me desperately trying to catch my eye line but being sorely disappointed when I stand up from the edge of the small pond twisting the loin cloth to expel any excess water. “You haven’t looked at me in three days, have I done something to upset you? Please tell me so I can make it right.” He practically begged but I ignored Neteyam once more leaving him staring at his reflection in the water.

Neteyam was so angry, why wouldn’t you talk to him?! Ever since you two had be mere toddlers you had both spent your days with one another chasing beetles or watching hunters flying on their Ikran. Your days had been filled with endless laughter, jokes and smiles but now that had all been ripped away from Neteyam for no reason and he wanted answers.

“What is wrong?” Neytiri asks her eldest son who was crouched by the fire. His glare was thoughtful but he also stole the occasional glance at you who sat across from the flames talking with Kiri. Why were you smiling at her but not him? Neteyam wracked his brain for any moment in recent days that might have offended you.

“I am fine, Mother.” Neteyam snapped but Neytiri followed his gaze across to you. She couldn’t help but sigh “You two have been friends for as long as you both could walk. A friendship like that is not easy to break my son.” Neytiri offered her words of comfort to her son but Neteyam sighed running a hand through his hair his gaze returning back to you.

“Why will you not just tell him how you feel? Just from the way he looks at you it is obvious that he feels the same.” Kiri said to you but you just roll your eyes. “It is not that simple Kiri, we have been friends for so long and I am afraid that I could jeopardise years of happy memories because of my feelings.” You express to Kiri who looks like she wants to strangle you.

The night proceeds with you and Neteyam sharing stolen glances from across the fire. It seemed that the hostility was getting to the eldest son as he stood from his crouch and strode over towards you. His steps were long and powerful as navi heads turned from the powerful sight. Neteyam grabbed your hand pulling you up from your place on the floor “What are you doing?” You hiss but he did not stop dragging you away from the large crowd and out into the open air.

“Neteya..” he cuts you off.

“Why are you ignoring me? Do you know how frustrating this is?! To have someone you care about so deeply ignore you for no reason!” His frustration was clear from his tone and face.

“I am not ignoring you!” You snap like a venomous snake.

“Yes you are! You do not greet me with smiles anymore, you do not ask to braid my hair, you do not run to me to tell me about your day. It all stopped and I want to know why!” He takes a step closer, his anger flared inside him, chest heaving as he waited for your response.

“I’m not-“ You start to say but Neteyam stops you by sighing, his hand caressing your cheek, his forehead pressed up against yours.

“Please just tell me what I have done wrong, I will do anything to make amends but just please do not ignore me, my heart cannot take it.” He speaks in soft hushed tones, this moment was just meant for the two of you and perhaps now you could confess.

“Two days ago, in the clearing just beyond the mountains your finger tips brushed my cheek, it was such a simple gesture Neteyam but it changed something within me. It shifted my world, my feelings towards you changed within that moment and I’m afraid that my feelings will ruin our friendship.” You explain and his eyes soften immediately but he remains close to you.

“You have feelings for me?” He asks softly, your bright yellow eyes meet his as you nod slowly. “You do not know how long I have waited for you to say that. I…I thought that I had lost you.” He says the relief on his face stuns you. “My love, I have adored you since we were children, my heart beats only to see your smiling face.”

You cannot believe what you are hearing. Neteyam has always felt the same way, for how many years? It seems that you haven’t been in love alone at all and from that moment you swear to yourself that you shall never let Neteyam forget how much you love him.

#avatar way of water #neteyam #neteyam x reader

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yandere-writer-momo · 6 months

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I kind of went for a different route with Doppo. I wanted a yandere that was lucid but also tethering on the line of reality and fiction. He truly believes he’s keeping you safe. This is a horror/thriller short story.

Yandere Baki Short Stories: Little Rabbit

Yandere Doppo Orochi x GN Reader

TW: kidnapping (mentioned), confinement, age gap, and yandere themes

Blue Hyacinth for constancy

A scarred hand traced up and down (your name)’s smooth cheek. The youthful individual furrowed their brow a bit from the touch, but ultimately stayed fast asleep. The steady rise and fall of their chest made Doppo’s heart soar.

A deep chuckle left chapped lips, a smirk now on his rugged face.

“Look at you sleeping so soundly like a little angel.” Doppo hummed, his eyes softened at (your name)’s peaceful expression. This was one of the rare times he didn’t see apprehension and fear on their face when he was around.

Doppo crawled into the bed to lay beside them. The bed dipped a bit with his added weight, a small squeak rung out in the air. Yet it did not dare to wake the sleeping beauty before him. Perhaps he should wake them with a kiss like those fairytales they loved so much? No… Doppo shouldn’t be greedy.

Doppo knew he didn’t deserve the privilege to lay beside them, but he wanted to feel their warmth without them fighting back for once. Without having to feel their teeth and nails claw and bite at him when he simply wanted to show them his overwhelming affection for them.

Doppo buried his face in the back of (your name)‘s neck and inhaled their sweet scent with a content sigh. This simple crumb of physical contact could suffice for now.

Doppo may have captured them and held them here with him against their will, but he wasn’t a monster. He could wait until they were ready for a more… intimate relationship.

Doppo smiled into the skin of their neck, his hot breath lightly fanned the delicate skin. Doppo was okay with all of this, he was more patient than his son.

Doppo knew it was wrong to desire his son’s crush, but he just couldn’t help it. How could he not fall for such a sweet little rabbit like (your name)? They were so sweet to his ignorant son. (Your name) always made Katsumi homemade bentos, brought him towels, and went to his tournaments… and Katsumi only blushed and would say thank you. Katsumi didn’t show them enough appreciation. Not in a way Doppo could.

Doppo saw himself as a much better fit. His son was inexperienced and cocky while he was experienced and patient. Doppo knew his way around the body quite well. And who wouldn’t want an older man to give them the world? Doppo was sure he could blow (your name)’s mind in the bedroom if they consented to it.

Doppo pulled (your name)’s body closer to his to snuggle. His mind continued to swim with his thoughts until he felt as if he was drowning in them.

Doppo would keep (your name) safe, he’d give them as much time as he could while the two of them lived in the mountains together. He’d be their solace and protector. He’d protect them from their volatile parent.

Doppo had witnessed firsthand the verbal and emotional turmoil their parent released on them on the daily due to them not being married outside of the tournaments they’d go to. The parent would be red in the face and spit venomous words at them like a cobra. And what made it worse was Katsumi wasn’t even aware of it. His son hadn’t put a label on their relationship so (your name)’s situation was worse in the parent’s eye.

As a parent himself, Doppo couldn’t understand such nonsense. (Your name) deserved love and they deserved to be protected… love and protection that Doppo himself was more than willing to give them.

“I’m a middle aged man… willing to protect you for the rest of my life.” Doppo whispered with a soft smile on his face.

Little did he know that (your name) was awake this entire time. Silent tears fell down their cheeks while their delusional captor held them close. The stubble on his chin tickled a bit but they made sure to keep their breathing steady to not raise any suspicion.

His pine scent oddly calmed their nerves and his muscular body was warm and comforting… like a father.

(Your name) could feel Doppo drift off the sleep. The steady rise and fall of his chest confirmed their belief. Maybe they could try to escape? It was worth a shot.

They slowly scooted their body off the bed, careful not to wake the beast. But Doppo was sharp despite his age, his muscular arms shot out to grab them at an incredible speed. He latched onto them just like a fox that latched onto the neck of a rabbit. That sly silver fox pretended to be asleep.

“And where do you think you’re trying to run off to, little rabbit?”

#yandere fic #yandere imagine #yandere #yandere baki #baki the grappler x reader #baki x reader #yandere baki x reader #doppo orochi x reader #orochi doppo #doppo orochi #horror #Yandere Doppo Orochi #tw.age gap #tw.yandere

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hiddenlife-manager · 7 months

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Shigaraki x Chubby Fem Reader

cw... chubby reader, creampie, breeding, breasts, oral mention, degradation, pussy, cunt, breast sucking mention, milking, etc...

notepad... honestly haven't written an anime fanfiction in a while and after all gotta serve my orginal fans right hehe. Don't get me wrong I love soccer guys but my passion is fictional men.

Shigaraki was a slave to your body. Something about the curves caused him to suddenly ignore his rude and brash personality. Shigaraki found himself praising your body in his head while he spewed nothing but insults your way. Nothing about your curvy body; everything about how you are a mess for his cock only.

"Such a fucking slut." He spat out his words, laced with venom. He knew how much you loved being degraded. Even though Shigaraki hates others and would cross line to insult others, he knew where to stop.

"Ah- wait!" You blushed as you felt his gloved fingers pumping in and out of your cunt. Shigaraki spit onto your cunt, chuckling lowly. He loved your folds and the way your tummy existed, so he could rest his head on it when he wasn’t fucking you good. He pulled his fingers out of your glistening cunt. It was perfect puffy lips, ready to take his cock.

"Shut it, slut." He spewed out as he turned your body to its side and lifted your chubby leg over his slim body onto his shoulder. His cock was so hard, dripping pre-cum, ready to fuck your pussy, wanting to burry himself in your beautiful folds, your form that comforted the incel. His thighs wrapped around your other leg. Right then and there, with no warning, he shoved his leaking cock into your pussy. "Fuck…" He trailed off, moaning loudly.

He began to pull out slowly, then shoving himself in a harsh way, your skin slapping against his and his balls slapping against you. He needed to go fast; just the feeling of you taking him in almost made him cum inside your pussy. Holding your body gently, making sure one finger is lifted from each hand that holds you.

The position he was in made it so hard for him to pull out of your tight cunt. He loved the way you clenched on his cock, your legs shivering from each time he shoved himself into you. Moans leave your plump lips. His one hand trailed from your hip to your big breast. He loved how soft it was.

"Such a fucking slut, milking my cock, isn’t that right slut?" Shigaraki moaned; all you could let out were moans and cries as he continued to fuck you. You began to feel the knot in your lower body, your back arching, wanting him to fuck you faster, his cock hitting the right spot.

"Shiggy- fuck!" You let out breathlessly. He smirked, knowing he had your perfect body under his control, yet he himself was closer than you were. He struggled to hold back the impending orgasm he knew he was about to have. His hands could never do him justice, unlike your pussy which sucked him in and begged for his cum. Begging for him to fill you up and get you pregnant makes your already big breasts full of milky liquid that Shigaraki could drink.

With the very thought of his mouth sucking milk from your sore breast because he was fucking a baby in you, it made him cum in your walls. Shigaraki slumped with a high-pitched whimper, leaving him as he continued to thrust into your pussy that clenched on and off as you tried to get away from his thrust. Your orgasm was also washing over you suddenly.

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something-ricked-this-way-comesx · 2 months

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Dick Prime

Warnings: (18+ only minors DNI), NSFW, 5k word count, fem reader, self- insert OC character, daddy kink, p in v, rick prime with feelings, big dick Rick, degradation a bit, rough sex, praise kink, marking kink, choking, orgasms, cream-pie, fingering, nipple play, manhandling, calling him God, age gap I guess

Hi guys, this is an excerpt chapter from a Rick Sanchez fan fic I have been working on - thought I'd share a little taste on here and see if I could get any feedback. This chapter in particular follows my self-insert, Aurora as she is kidnapped by Rick Prime - enjoy :) If y'all would like me to post and share my other chapters pls reblog or comment 💜

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I woke up in a unfamiliar place٫ my head pounding viscously as my eyes struggled to adjust to the room around me. This place kind of looked like some sort of space motel room٫ but I couldn't remember a thing from the last 12 drunken hours of my life - I clearly needed to dial back my drinking or just not let Rick bet he can out drink me. I’ve never won that challenge. He really does have the hardest working liver in the universe, that's for damn sure. I wondered if he was feeling the same٫ but I doubted he was even remotely feeling hungover since he was used to getting black-out drunk on the regular.

I flicked my wrist out٫ wanting to portal into Rick’s shoddy bedroom where I could crawl into his sad excuse of a bed (which was really just a small sized cot) with him so that he could hold me tightly while we slept. That plan was quickly cut as I noticed my portal bracelet was no longer on my wrist and it was no where to be found anywhere near me - what the fuck was going on?

Then I realized where I was - the realization smacking me hard in the face like a fucking freight train. The elaborate sci-fi technical patterns covering every square inch of this room should have been a dead give away from the second I laid eyes on it٫ but I was obviously still too inebriated to use my cognitive functions correctly. I was in what I was 95% sure was Rick Prime’s lair - that fucking cocksucker. How had he managed to find me? Much less find a way to lure me back to where he's been hiding this whole time.

As I was taking in every inch of the room in search of any kind of weapon, maybe even some sort of weird sci-fi button on a wall that I could press and magically find a way out of here under Prime’s nose, I suddenly heard a voice behind me٫ the sound striking me so hard I jumped.

“Great you’re awake٫ care to join me for breakfast?” Prime’s voice asked as he nonchalantly yet menacingly stood in the doorway of the room٫ his shoulder leaning up against the doorframe.

“Oh fuck you!” I spit٫ words coming out of my mouth coated in venom like I was a snake ready to strike.

“Like you have a choice. It’s funny that you thought you did. Let's get something straight٫ you’re mine now٫ so it's best you learn early that you WILL do as I say or there will be consequences.”

“What do you even want from me? Wasn’t killing Diane enough for you?”

“Of course it wasn't٫ but you're not here so I can kill you unfortunately. You’re here because do you know how rare you are?” He paused٫ walking forward into the room causing me to back up back onto the bed like a frightened little mouse. Damn, his presence was so intense. He started pacing a bit٫ back and forth٫ arms crossed across his chest as he did so. He turned to me and looked me directly into my eyes before he started speaking again.

“Every conceivable Rick in the universe would happily serve their own balls on a platter for a little taste of what you have to offer - this makes you especially interesting to me. Not only are you one sexy piece of ass٫ you are a Rick’s gateway to so much unlocked potential.”

“Excuse me?”

“If ‘wife guy’ was smart he would have stolen your research from you a long time ago. Do you know how long it took for me to find you? It makes me horny just thinking about all that untapped knowledge you have floating around in that brain of yours.”

“Anything my Rick wanted from me he got because he asked for it. Sorry٫ but I don’t barter for things I created especially not to a sci-fi douchebag like you.”

“No one said anything about bartering. I’m simply going to take what I need via brain scan and then you’re going to put out like a good little girl because when in Rome.”

“My Rick is going to kill you ya know? You’ve taken enough from him and he isn’t going to let you take me too.”

“I’ve avoided him this long and clearly he hasn't learned his lesson yet. I’ve recreated the omega device and this time it can fire more than once٫ I’ll wipe out his entire family line he comes anywhere close to me. I’d kill you too if you weren't so valuable - you should be lucky that a guy like me finds any interest in anyone but himself.”

“You might think that you have me right where you want me٫ but I’m gonna enjoy watching my Rick kill you when he finds you and if you’re lucky maybe we’ll have sex next to your corpse.” I said٫ my words carrying through the air like poison coursing through my vascular system.

It probably wasn’t in my best interest to be taunting Prime the way I was٫ but I refused to let this son of a bitch have it easy especially when it was his dumb ass decision to kidnap me. He knew my Rick was looking for him and he knew he was getting close hence why he even bothered making such an elaborate take on his own already ‘overkill’ device. All that brain and this motherfucker couldn’t grasp the fact that killing peoples’ loved ones doesn’t really warrant being left alone.

“You think I couldn’t just take you right here if I wanted to? I’d bend you over that table and destroy that tight little pussy of yours and I just might considering you have no idea when to shut that bitch mouth of yours.” He grabbed me by the throat as he said that٫ squeezing the sides of my neck hard as he pulled me up and close to him. If I didn’t hate this Rick - I would have thought this interaction was so hot٫ too bad it was Prime.

“I’d like to see you try.” I said before spitting in his face٫ which in hindsight might have been a mistake٫ but it was too late to take it back.

Prime still had me by the neck٫ but he sighed heavily before shoving me onto the floor - catching myself on my hands before I hit the ground.

“Don’t even bother trying to use any of your cybernetics - I put a lock on all of your tech and good luck putting up much of a fight without it.”

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Over the few weeks that I had been here٫ regardless of how much of an asshole Prime was٫ no matter what it was that I needed or asked (within reason) for he was quick to give it to me. He didn’t appreciate any of my back talk and if I overstepped too far he did with hold things from me as a punishment٫ but for the most part it seemed like his intentions with me weren’t entirely evil - something I not only found puzzling٫ but very difficult to believe was actually genuine.

I pushed the limits of what he would allow a little bit further everyday٫ hoping to gain his trust so that I would be able to either escape or find someway to get a message to my Rick. I still wasn't exactly sure where we even were in relation to the universe - the curve - or maybe we were outside it? It was hard to know with the very little freedom within this elaborate sci-fi base that I was allowed. The most I could do while here was think - run through multiple plans and assess the probability of success rate to each plan I thought of. Most٫ if not every٫ plan I had managed to conjure up was far from impervious to any snags or complete failure given then sheer innate ability of Rick Prime to always somehow be 10 steps ahead.

Today felt different though٫ I couldn't explain it٫ but as I sat across from him eating the breakfast that he had prepared for me - I could feel a different kind of tension in the air.

“Do you want to know why exactly you’re so special٫ Aurora?��

“I’m sure you’re gonna tell me even if I say no, so why the hell not?”

I was pushing around my eggs with my fork now٫ waiting patiently for his response. He kept telling me how ‘rare’ and ‘special’ I was to his grand design٫ but no matter how often he brought this up (which felt like constantly)٫ he refused to tell me how and why. Until now that is٫ which also struck me as weird.

“In order for you to even exist at all٫ Diane had to die you know? You’re familiar with the big bang I assume?”

“Nah٫ I just have a PhD in Quantum Physics for absolutely no reason at all - in fact٫ I just printed it off the internet completely fabricated credentials.” I said٫ the sarcasm clear in my tone as I spoke - I ran the risk of him punishing me for doing so٫ but he was usually lenient with my sarcasm since it matched his overt cynicism. It was my sharp tongue for disrespect and foul insults that really got under his skin.

“Well when I created the omega device to wipe out Diane٫ I didn't think to solve for any kinds of ripple effect that it might cause.”

“Meaning what exactly?”

“Well not completely unlike the big bang - the destruction of Diane’s life across infinity somehow resulted in the cataclysm that created X-258.”

“You’re saying you're responsible for me even existing? How is that even possible? Rapid succession in an inflationary epoch?”

“Precisely - well said. This means that without my omega device٫ you wouldn’t exist. How do you think ‘'wife guy” is going to react when he finds out that I literally made his new slam piece?”

“If you’re even telling the truth٫ which I suppose it is possible therefore also equally not possible by association. I guess given the rightly distribution of a negligible density gradient in order to deter the collapse into just a black hole and taking into consideration cosmic acceleration - I can’t disprove your theory٫ but that doesn’t mean you aren’t just bullshitting me right now.”

“As much as I love bullshitting and torturing other Rick’s for my own amusement٫ this is as real as real gets Aurora. You are only here because Diane had to die. You’re welcome and I’ll be accepting all forms of payment as a thank you٫ especially sexual favors.”

“Wow٫ so my whole life is a lie - imagine that.”

“You don’t seem too deeply affected by this revelation?”

“Did you expect me to lose my mind over a random occurring cosmological event? There was no way you knew your elimination of Diane would result in the formation of a universe that randomly produced me - so you did something by accident which is literally how 80% of all scientific findings usually occur. You aren’t special or interesting just because you managed to create a random event in spacetime - I do appreciate your massive need to milk your ego about it though.”

“Spoken like a true Rick - which you are as far as I’m concerned. The most intriguing out of any possible iteration.”

“So what exactly about that makes me so valuable to you?”

“Other than the fact that ‘'wife guy” loves you٫ according to my advanced research using your brain scans and blood and tissue samples٫ I should be able use both to develop the infinite Rick serum which would make me immortal. I’m not referencing no low grade cybernetic٫ tech bullshit either. I’m talking real٫ invincible immortality. An actual God with the power to create and destroy whatever and whoever I want - 100% unstoppable.”

“Wow٫ who could have possibly guessed that the power hungry evil٫ emo٫ sci-fi Rick with a nondescript haircut would want something so nuanced and lame? If you’re immortal that kind of takes away from the pay off does it not? Not that doing anything honorably is a concern of yours of course.”

“So what do you think about giving your input on something for me?”

“Once again - why bother even asking if you’re just going to make me do it anyways?”

“I guess to give you the illusion of free will or just maybe I kind of like you - don’t get a big head about it though I would still kill you without a second thought if I ever needed to.”

“Okay what exactly am I giving my input on?”

“I feel it may be best to just show you - meet me in the lab after you’ve finished your breakfast. Don’t keep me waiting long, it won’t end well for you.”

I rolled my eyes at his threatening tone as he got up from the table and left the room, I don’t know why I was so attracted to Prime the way I was - especially after what he did to my Rick, but I came to the ultimate conclusion that it was because him and my Rick were indeed so similar. The two Rickest Ricks in all of the infinite number of Rick’s that existed - the only two Rick’s to actually invent portal travel. In a way, my Rick only existed the way he did because of Prime’s destruction of his simple, domestic life. Prime was literally just my Rick without any sense of moral obligation and no matter how much I tried to convince myself that this fucker was bad and that I needed to distance myself - I simply couldn’t. I felt like my dna was so entangled up in having love for Rick that despite Prime’s obvious evil, I still loved him for simply just being a version of Rick. How fucked was that? Jesus fucking Christ - I needed out of here and soon before I really fucked up.

I finished my breakfast and headed out of the kitchen and into Prime’s elaborate sci-fi laboratory - this guy never did anything subtle that was for fucking sure and his attention to detail was absolutely infallible. He had something pulled up on the screen above where he was sitting and the closer I got, the more my eyes focused on the image. It was an image of me with a younger Rick, my Rick and Birdperson when we were together as freedom fighters on Glap-Flaps Third Moon. The Battle of Blood Ridge - this image was obviously a snapshot taken from my mind when Prime brain scanned me, but I didn’t really understand its significance to him. But, I’m sure he was going to tell me even if I didn’t exactly care to know.

“Blood Ridge?” I questioned, my arms crossed across my chest as I approached his sitting form and stood beside him to wait for his response.

“Seems like Nietzsche wasn’t totally blowing smoke out of his ass when he said that whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster -”

“And if you gaze long enough into the abyss, the abyss will gaze back at you. What does Nietzsche have to do with Blood Ridge?” I cut him off by finishing the Friedrich Nietzsche quote he was referring to.

“Well I’m so glad you asked Aurora…” He started as he pulled up a replay of Rick and I’s interaction with Birdperson after the Battle had been won. I watched the playback intently, hoping to see something within my own memory that maybe I hadn’t noticed before in order to try to put together a theory of where exactly Prime was going with this.

-Playback from ‘Aurora’s Memory’ initiated-

Memory Rick: “Damn that shit was cash.”

Bird Person: “It was extremely bad ass. The Battle of Blood Ridge is over. The Federation lost. I am in your debt.”

Memory Rick: “Come with us.”

Bird Person: “To somewhere…nearby?”

Memory Rick: “Anywhere. E-Everywhere.”

Bird Person: “Rick, Aurora, I don't expect you guys to keep fighting, but this war is…”

Aurora: “Far from over…we know.”

Memory Rick: “Dude, we share this with almost nobody, but we could take you right now to this same battlefield, in a universe where we lost, or another where we won, or another where the war never even happened. All equally real, all equally unreal. None of it matters.”

Bird Person: “Then why did you help?”

Memory Rick: “Because I respect you. And I wanted you to know you could respect me.”

Bird Person: “Even though nothing matters?”

Memory Rick: “Okay. You matter... to me.”

Bird Person: “Uh, the relationship that we have…”

Memory Rick: “I NEVER used that word!”

Bird Person: “... is not worth my integrity…”

Memory Rick: “Oh, my God. It's not a complicated transaction, my man. "Would you like to join me doing awesome shit that matters?" "No, I would not. I would rather be a judgmental dork." Case closed. Really no need to drag it out.”

Bird Person: “If you need me, use the beacon.”

Memory Rick: “Yeah, I'm gonna use that beacon a lot. I hope... hope I don't wear it out. Come on Aurora, lets get the fuck out of here.”

—- Playback Finalized —--

“Okay, so what exactly does my memory of Bird Person rejecting my Rick have anything to do with you?”

“Seems allegorical in relation to how Diane died don’t you think? His rejection of me, Bird Person’s rejection of him, you either die a hero or see yourself live long enough to become the villain.”

“Are you trying to suggest to me that my Rick has essentially turned into you? I hope you’re not because that would be absolutely nonsensical.”

“You see Aurora, your Rick isn’t all he’s cracked up to be either. He’s murdered hundreds if not thousands of innocent Ricks, he’s manipulated a version of our adult daughter to get a divorce, he sells weapons to hit men and other criminals, he Cronenberged my original dimension and left my daughter, my granddaughter and my Jerry behind to rot in a world that he ruined, he exploited and threatened to destroy a microverse that he created to control his fucking car, and the worst possible one he trapped all the people in his original reality into an endless mental time loop while their bodies still grew old. Your Rick isn’t and never was the saint you believe him to be - so why hate me for something so small in the grand scheme of things?”

“You’re literally the reason why he did most of that. I don’t think my Rick is a saint, I think he’s a sad, broken man who is trying his best to continue on in his life after losing the very thing he used to live for. What makes my Rick so different from you is his capability to feel and connect to human emotion - his wild callousness is just a front so he doesn’t have to feel the pain his life radiates. He has surpassed you in so many ways, but he will NEVER be the monster you are because he is capable of changing. You know nothing about him and even sitting here under the guise that you do is ridiculous. You will never be him and he will NEVER be you.”

“You’d defend him even if he was the one who killed your husband wouldn’t you?”

“My husband died because you killed Diane - because you accidentally created X-258 where my husband was killed in a freak fucking accident. To even insinuate such an asinine thought is in bad taste even for you. If anything, you’d be indirectly responsible for the death of my husband, big fucking shocker there.”

“How would your husband feel if he knew you gave up on him to be with Rick?”

“My husband has been gone for 25 years, Prime and I loved him dearly when he was alive, but Rick, my Rick, is the love of my life. I don’t have to explain ‘love’ to you especially because you are literally incapable of ever fucking getting it. Killing your wife across infinity because some alternate versions of yourself pissed you off? The mother of your daughter - you have some fucking nerve.”

I was angry now, my words slicing into Prime’s direction like a knife and he was clearly getting upset with my tone towards him. I don’t know exactly what his end goal with me was - he had my blood and tissue samples, he had my brain scans. Why not just let me go or kill me if he got what he had said he wanted? Then it hit me. Prime was in love with me. A man that I had labeled as so incapable of feeling had some sort of feelings for me - what a fucking mind fuck that was to take in. I had made myself speechless as I waited patiently for him to say something to either confirm or deny my theory, but he said nothing so I spoke once more.

“You love me, don’t you? You have feelings for me.”

His silence after I said that was deafening and he quickly stood up from his place in his chair to grab my face in his hands roughly and smash his lips to mine. I knew it. He kissed me so roughly that I barely even had time to react, but once I was finally able to comprehend what was happening, I deepened the kiss. I was actually enjoying this despite how fucking wrong my moral compass knew that it was. He pulled away from me gently, his blue eyes looking me dead in mine before he said in a very demanding, yet hot, tone;

“Strip for me.”

And I did exactly as I was told.

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His hand bent around the curvature of my neck brushing it softly as he continued to walk around me٫ his other hand finding my breasts and taking a nipple into his free hand subtly. He rubbed the nub between his thumb and forefinger as he continued to eye me up and down with an obvious hunger in his eyes٫ his other hand snaking down my body slowly till it found rest on my hip gently pulling me to him as he did so.

“You are so beautiful.” He whispered٫ his eyes glued to my chest as he spoke eloquently.

He was still fully clothed٫ but I was determined to change that - I reached forward and begun unzipping his jacket٫ him allowing it to fall to the floor as I pushed it off his shoulders. I found the hem of his long sleeve next٫ my hands creeping slowly underneath to touch his warm skin and my god his skin felt like I was touching pure electricity the more my fingers danced over his adorable blue happy trail to find a home on his belt buckle. I began undoing it roughly٫ pulling his belt through the loops in his jeans and throwing it elsewhere. I unbuttoned his jeans with my hands٫ quickly slipping my fingers under the waistband of his boxers where I longed to have his dick pressed up against any part of me.

I smirked up at him as I pulled him even closer to my naked body٫ his hands wrapping around me in all the right ways as I felt his extremely hard member pressing into one my thighs now. The length and the girth simply drove me insane as I continued to work diligently to undress him. He suddenly grabbed the back of my head with enough force to crash my lips to his٫ our lips melding together perfectly and I couldn’t help٫ but let out a small moan in favor of his wicked foreplay. The more he touched and teased me٫ the more I desperately wanted to beg him to just destroy me right there. I was so fucked. Fucking Prime. What was I doing? At this point I was too far gone to care - I wanted him and I wanted him BAD.

I pushed his black jeans down past his jutted hip-bones٫ them falling down his tall stature to pool at his feet before he stepped out of them and led me back up against the wall. His fingers left my breasts٫ trailing down until they reached the very top of my mound - him allowing a single digit to pass between my folds to feel the abundance of wetness that I had increasing with each moment between my legs.

“So wet for me already٫ such a horny girl for any Rick aren’t you?” He licked his lips as he pulled away from mine to speak٫ him looking me dead in the eyes as he said that - the lust obvious in his gorgeous icy blue eyes.

“You have no idea how much I long for you to absolutely destroy me.” I whispered back٫ my fingers grappling the side of his boxers before pushing them off of him in one swift motion that now left him vulnerable and naked in front of me like I had been this entire time and ugh was it so worth the wait.

Prime had so many scars littering his whole body٫ adding a sense of mystery and a hot toughness to his already sexy body. I felt guilty that I was about to do this٫ but he was still a Rick whether he was evil or not and holy fuck did his extreme callousness and his “I don’t give a single fuck” attitude turn me on even more. I was like putty in Prime’s hands right now and he was loving it.

“I think I have a pretty good concept٫ but you have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are. If I could٫ I would put you on display so that everyone could see me destroy a perfect little pussy like yours. Holy fuck.”

“You want to fuck me in front of spectators?”

“I want them to revel in jealousy over how I get to be buried in a perfect little thing like you.”

“They should be jealous of me too٫ getting to be a good little cock sleeve for your perfect and massive cock. I love the way you feel pressed against my thigh right now٫ I almost can’t fucking take it.” I whispered in his ear٫ rolling my hips so that I brushed myself up against his rock hard penis - it almost jumping after me over the sudden sensation.

“Mmm what a good girl٫ stroking daddy Prime’s ego. I think it's high time I reward you for such good and filthy behavior.”

He grabbed me harshly by the hips and lifted me till I was straddling his waist with my back up against the wall as he placed himself at my entrance. He parted me gently with the head of his dick before slamming into me so aggressively that I cried out as I felt him ram into my cervix hard as he stroked my g-spot on the way there.

“Oh my god.” I panted٫ holding on to him with a death grip around his neck and my fingers tangling in his powder blue hair as he continued to thrust up into me skillfully.

“That’s right darling٫ I am your god.” He said٫ his lips attacking my neck and jawline with an abundance of sloppy kisses - him using his teeth to mark me however he wanted. The sweet feeling of the slight pain driving me crazy as I held onto him tighter - slowly rocking my hips in tandem with his getting a small moan from him in return as I bounced on his cock dexterously.

“It’s like universe literally created you just for me٫ the way your pussy just grips the absolute fuck out of my dick. Fuuck Aurora٫ no fucking wonder why “wife guy” is so obsessed with you٫ you take dick like a fucking champ.”

“It's not hard when Rick’s have such dynamite dick game - I’ve never ever been disappointed by a Rick sexually.” I purred٫ gripping tufts of his hair and pulling hard enough to hear him moan against my skin.

“Is that so, mmm you were so worth the wait.”

“I want you to come in me so hard that you see fucking stars, baby.” I growled in his ear as he continued to fuck me hard up against the wall, one of arms on the side of me bracing himself and his other hand was wrapped around my neck holding me to the wall tightly. I hadn’t noticed before now, but his ‘6,5” frame had me up in the air so high, holy shit - I felt like I was practically floating off of the ground at this moment. Damn the sex was good.

He soon moved his arm against the wall in order to place his long, lanky fingers on my clit, abusing the nub gently as he continued to go in and out of me. He was watching his dick as he pumped his hips, a smirk plastered on his handsome face as he was enjoying watching his dick disappear inside of me with each thrust. I was moaning loudly now, thankful that we were basically in the middle of nowhere in space because I could have probably awoken a whole cemetery.

“That’s it baby, come for me.”

I could feel that he was close and my eyesight was starting to get blurry the faster his fingers worked to bring me closer to my own climax.

“Oh my god - Prime - I’m - ahhhhhh Rick.” I moaned out as he pushed me over the edge, my pussy pulsating around his dick as he also released into me, burying his face into my shoulder as we rode out the highs of our climaxes together. Both of us sweaty messes as we tried diligently to try and catch our breaths from that absolutely intense workout we had just finished.

Fuck. I seriously just fucked Rick Prime. Fuck.

What had I done?

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