#venom x black!reader

[apocalypse-shuffle]

BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP W/ EDDIE BROCK & VENOM (generalized canon | 616 | venom movie-verse)

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random Headcanons

SFW, minor canon action, one(1) mention of sex

pic sources: Venom #20 - “All Out” (2023) & Venom #23 - “Symbiote Daddy Issues” (2023)

part one

First post of the year!!! Alright bye.❤️

Eddie’s not a bad writer, and he can come up with a showstopper of an opening line off the top of his head. Because of this - and to Eddie’s constant objection - both you and his second half beg him to hit you with his best pick up lines. He hates it but always caves to elicit a smile or laugh out of both of y’all.

V fusses over you big time. They treat you like the most delicate flower and it annoys you even though you know they're intentions aren't to belittle you.

Problem is V gets very high maintenance and clingy whenever you’re hurt or sick, and not only does they’re stalking get incredibly obvious, but you also can’t go to the bathroom without Venom forcing Eddie to come sit in the bathroom with you. And god forbid you need to go while out in public.

Can you get jealous? Yes. Do Eddie and Venom outdo you? Also yes. They do the most. Someone just looks at you up and down and Eddie's got his arms around your waist, pulling you close to his body and Venom’s snarling at the pest.

Don’t let somebody try to get with you either, having to talk Venom (and Eddie, he’s not innocent of this either) out of committing murder is not a particularly fun experience.

Venom is the dominant one in the bedroom, thank you very much. Problem is Venom is also a creature of sensation, he craves it and as such so does Eddie, so it’s not exactly hard to switch your dynamic up whenever any of you are in the mood.

Getting Eddie to be okay with submitting during sex is a labor of love. At first he’ll refuse to touch it and you’ll respect that just fine, but over time he’ll get little glimpses of being taken care of when you're being intimate and his curiosity coupled with the symbiote’s prodding will make him decide to take a venture in being submissive for you. Only you though.

Venom makes the first move in y’all’s relationship. If you want to consider a little mild stalking “making the first move”. It starts with the Lethal Protector showing up every time you’re in even the slightest bit of trouble or near a big fight going on, and escalates to Eddie frequently ‘running’ into you and striking up a good conversation.

He rings all your alarm bells until he reveals himself to be Venom though, don’t get it twisted. Eddie’s nice and he’s charming but he’s also too blunt and outwardly calculating to not seem at least a little sketchy.

Eddie has a tendency to naturally sneak around the house. Part of it is the remnants of a life lived under Brock Sr.’s roof, but most of it is Venom.

Long story short Eddie’s big and doesn't make much noise unless he wants to and when he just pops out of places a regular non-enhanced person has every right to be taken off guard.

It’s no secret that they would sacrifice their body, mind, and soul to keep you safe, but their jealousy can cloud that virtuosity.

Venom's an asshole when he's jealous and it's not particularly endearing. The hissing when the symbiote feels like it’s being challenged is really pushing it. Them feeling like they can start dictating the shit you’re “allowed” to do is also really pushing it and you nip that shit in the bud real quick; alien hormones be damned.

Both Venom and Eddie's soul purpose is to broadcast the fact that you are indeed off limits to ANY hormonal driven being, which is just the vast majority of humans at this point.

Because of this y’all engage in near constant pda (sometimes a little scenting is involved too). If Venom doesn’t get his fill he will be miserable for Eddie to be around until he does.

You’ll admit though - even if only to yourself - that you do find it kinda hot when they catch someone ogling you and Eddie's eyes flash white in a threat.

The symbiote tends to take control and outright ask the person if they like what they see too.

If they say yes they're basically putting their lives in Venom's hands.

You can't even be mad sometimes either, so you do find their jealousy a little bit endearing… sometimes.

The inevitable hissy fit sex is cool too.

It is aggravating never being able to leave the house alone (especially if you’re wearing something extravagant, form fitting, or revealing) without Venom and Eddie feeling the need to “reestablish” y’all’s relationship before you go out just so that you and everyone else don’t forget you’re taken.

Overall, boundaries must be set, but they’re not unable to be reasoned with, and they’re both far too sweet on you to risk truly upsetting you or breaking your trust (too much).

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

This is just a little quick something, but I have been sitting on it for a while now. Also, yes, Eddie’s shirt does say “Himbo Frankenstein”!

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I won’t always respond, but I’d very much appreciate it!

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[merakidoll]

tags : ass and kitty eating at the same time? lord. kinda public sex, venom and reader are enemies! all of my “y/n’s” are black and chubby not a warning but wanted that to be known :) squirting ( reader thinks it’s pee )

mirah note : i’m still on hiatus … kinda!

achy thighs with your hands rubbing over the slick bald head that the venom had. you were terrible, this - he was the enemy! so why did you body crave him so bad? “mine” his rough voice spoke robotically, your legs over his shoulders back pressed against the brick building that overlooked the city.

“tasty” his tongue was so long, it slid from one hole to the next, using one hand to make you rut against the textured wetness that had you cumming repeatedly it hurt. your eyes could only close, your blurred vision giving you a headache that didn’t go well with bright night lights. you could hear the cars honking and different voices, with different conversations. but none mattered - not when you felt as tho you were about to pee. you pushed his head away not caring if you fell, the embarrassment of your actions swelling in your heart but hurting your pussy that still hunched against his tongue.

he growled on you not liking how you were running. “n-no! i-i gottaapeeeee” your voice was so shaky the brim of holding the feeling back crumbling down. you shuttered, eyes rolling, if it wasn’t for your squinting he would have assumed you were dying. venom drunk you in, his body pumping and slit eyes shutting, you tasting so good. yea, you always did but this - your squirt, he needed it all the time now. what brought you back to reality was your ear piece, your boss taking asking if you were okay. if you were alive, but you were too busy getting taken in the night by the enemy, your lover.

#— writings! #venom x reader #venom x black reader #venom smut #venom x chubby reader #venom

[natsarrownecklacx]

New Friend Of Mine

Natasha Romanoff x Reader Venom Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word count: 2,557

Summary: Natasha goes for a walk to cool down after a conversation with you doesn’t go the way she way she wants it to, while out she makes a new friend.

Warnings: Smut, minors DNI, venom Natasha, degrading kink, oral, fingering, forced breeding, heaving breeding kink, choking.

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Natasha sits in front of you, a heartbroken look on her face as she tries to take in your words.

She’d come into your shared apartment only moments ago, nearly bouncing off the walls in excitement, telling you that Tony had finally found a way to make it so you could carry Natasha and your biological child.

She was ecstatic, hopeful, damn near on the verge of tears with overwhelming joy. Now tears well in her eyes for another reason, one that has her feeling betrayed. 

You’d both made this plan together, had this dream together. The both of you, parents. Having your own little family to love and care for. Natasha wanted that with you more than anything. More than she thought she was even capable of wanting. She thought you wanted that too, you made her believe you wanted that to.

“It’s just not the right time.” You tell her, gently, as though talking to someone going through their first brush with grief or heartbreak. 

“I don’t understand.” Natasha sniffs, her teary eyes looking into yours and pleading with you for an explanation. “You said you wanted this. You- it was your idea to go to Tony with this. For us to have a child of our own. Do you not want kids anymore? Or do you just not want them with me?” 

Your eyes widen in shock, worry and guilt. She shouldn’t have to be upset because of your fears, you love her way too much for that. “No, baby. That’s not it at all.” You say, moving to straddle her and hold her face in your hands, knowing she needs your body close to hers for her to truly believe you in your next words.

“Natasha, I want nothing more than to have your babies. To spend the rest of my life with you. To raise and love our children together.” You say, hoping she can hear the sincerity in your voice. 

“Then why are you doing this? Why can’t we have our baby now, like we planned?” She asks, running her hands up and down your hips and holding you against her as if she’s afraid you’ll get up and leave. 

“I’m afraid.” You admit quietly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m so afraid that if we have our baby now something terrible will happen and we won’t be able to protect them.” Your bottom lip threatens to tremble, a sure sign that tears are not far behind, but you bite down on it and will the tears to stay hidden. 

“I can protect you Detka.” Natasha pleads, barring her heart to you through her eyes and the way she wraps her arms around you so tightly, pulling you flush against her. “I would- I will protect you both with my life.” 

“And I would do the same for you, Nat.” You say honestly, hoping she can sense the truth in your voice. “But that might not be enough, from either of us and I just can’t- I can’t bear the thought of having a baby, our baby who we will both love with our whole hearts and then have them taken away from us.”

You can see the tears in Natassha’s eyes about to spill over, the sight making you want to cry with her. “I’m so sorry, baby.” You whisper, running the pad of your thumbs over the swell of her cheeks. “I just need time.” 

Natasha nods despondently. She’s trying to be understanding, she knows where you’re coming from and how you feel, she feels the same way herself. She just wants this so badly. “I understand, sweetheart.” She says, trying to put on a brave face but her voice still comes out dejected. 

“Nat, I-“ You try to explain yourself further, to comfort the woman in some way, but what else could you do, you’ve said everything you need to say and nothing she says will change how you feel. “I’m okay, Detka. You’ve not done anything wrong, I just need a minute.” She says, gently pushing on your  hips, signaling you to get up. You do and she moves towards the door, missing the look of panic on your face. “I’m going for a walk, I’ll be back soon.” 

She leaves. She just walks out the door. She doesn’t even look at you before she goes. You can’t help but feel hurt. Neither of you are in the wrong. You didn’t have a fight. But you can’t help but feel slightly abandoned, left sitting alone in your shared apartment. 

All the lights on, noise from the movie you’d abandoned when Natasha came in still playing in the living room, giving the impression of the place being full. 

The second you turn it off the silence is defining. You're alone. She left. She said she’d be back, but god only knows when that would be. So you go to bed, move one foot in front of the other on autopilot until you’re dressed in one of Nats big T-shirts and buried under a comfortable blanket. 

Natasha makes it about half an hour into her walk before she comes to her senses and decides she needs to go back home to her wife. She turns on her heel mid step, intent on making her way back home, when a russell in the bush beside her catches her attention. Just as the black widow would be, she was on guard straight away, ready for whatever would jump out at her

Something does, a mess of back and gray and so fast she can’t stop it before it goes right into her chest. 

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It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep, silent, slow tears leaking down your cheeks and Natasha’s pillow held tightly to your chest and between your legs, trying to trick your brain into thinking she’s still there with you. 

It’s not until three hours later that you're woken to the sound of the front door opening and closing, the noise barely rouses you from your sleep, knowing it’s Natasha by the way she locks the door right behind her and walks toward the room with a barely audible footstep.

You groan quietly into the dark room and coil tighter around the pillow in your arms, you just want to sleep. Natasha opens the bedroom door quietly, stepping in and making her way over to the bed. She doesn’t say anything as she peels the blanket off your body, nor does she say anything as she takes in the sight of you beneath her. 

It takes no time at all for her enhanced eyes to adjust to the darkness, her green orbs drinking in the sight of you wearing nothing but her black oversized T-shirt. The pool of inky black in her orbs grows, spreading like the hunger, the need, she feels for you.

“Nat.” You complain, turning away from her and burying your face against the pillow beneath you. “It’s cold, gimme back the blanket.” She takes in a deep, greedy inhale through her nose, her heightened senses allowing her to smell the result of you rubbing your bare pussy against her pillow in your sleep. 

The lack of response from her frustrates you, the feeling of her bone chilling cold hands sliding up your warm thighs shocks you, the icy feeling making you jump and turn toward her with wide eyes. 

“Natasha!” You gasp exasperatedly. Usually you’d be all for a late night fuck with your wife but right now is not the time. Not when she just walked out and left. Not when ye haven’t talked at all and NOT when she’s so damn cold. 

Natasha’s body drops onto yours faster than you can perceive the movement. Her hand is covering your mouth, her thighs tight on either side of yours, tapping you against her as she pulls off your shirt. She’s so cold. 

Your eyes widen at her, confused by her actions. You can’t see her, the darkness of the room prevents you from doing so. Her free hand trails up the outside of your thigh, moving up ward slowly until and across until she’s cupping your wet folds. You moan against her hand, your hips squirming against her.

She lowers her head to be aligned with yours, her lips grazing your ear as she finally speaks to you, her voice coming out somewhat strained, deeper. “I’m so cold, Detka.” She whispers, moving her body between your legs, preventing you from closing them. “But you’ll help me warm up won’t you, sweetheart.” 

Your words are muffled against her hand as you try to ask what the actual fuck is going in, what’s gotten into her. But she cuts off your mumbles by sliding her, somehow seemingly longer and thicker fingers, into your wet heat. 

Your head slams back against your pillow, your back arching off the bed and into her body. It feels as if you’re burning, the one and only source of heat in this whole universe and she needs you. Needs to claim you, claim that heat, to keep her from freezing to death. 

“I need you, baby.” She groans against your ear. “I need you to thaw me out.” 

She moves her hand from your mouth, bringing it down to rest on your hips, using it to guide you to fuck yourself on her fingers. 

Her words confuse you beyond belief, but they all but go unheard as she slides her fingers in and out of you, moving her mouth to place open mouth kisses to your neck, down the valley of your chest and down your stomach until she’s taking your clit into her mouth. 

“Jesus C-Christ, Natasha- fuck.” You all but scream out, the added stimulation from her tongue swirling expertly around your clit driving you to a fuzzy headspace. 

One of your hands scrambles to grasp at the sheets as the other winds its way into Natasha’s hair, pulling on the stands in an effort to keep yourself grounded. 

The red head groans at the action and something’s about it sounds more primal, more animalistic then normal. 

“Natasha?” You pant, confusion and arousal clouding your brain, along with the remnants of sleep. 

“Shh detka.” She answers, pulling away from your clit as she nuzzles against your tummy. “I just need you to be good and let me fuck you.” She says firmly, yet somehow softly. 

Her actions along with her words sends your brain into a frenzy, a flood of arousal pouring onto her fingers and she moves her mouth back down, removing her fingers and allowing her tongue to slide its way inside you. 

The stretch is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, it’s long and wet and feels so, so good. You scream out at the intrusion, feeling more full then you thought could ever be possible just from her mouth. 

“Oh god.” You cry out, your hands gripping desperately at her shoulders, trying to find something solid to ground you. 

Natasha only pulls you closer to her, her hands gripping your ass and holding you against her as if she's afraid someone will come take her last meal from her. She fucks you with her long tongue, thrusting it in and out of you and alternatings to suck on your clit until you cum with an arch of your back and a scream. 

Natasha pulls away and trails kisses feverishly up your abdomen, nuzzling her head against you. “Now you're all ready for me.” She says, lifting your legs under the knees to stand them, your ankles resting only a few inches from the back of your thighs. 

“What?” You ask, panting, still out of breath from your previous orgasm. 

When Natasha doesn’t answer you furrow your brows, tilting your head up to look at her, your slightly adjusted eyes allowing you to see her outline as she unbuttons and unzips her pants. Before she slides them down her attention snaps to your face, her hand coming to wrap around your jaw and force your head back against the pillow. 

“Natasha!” You gasp, never having seen this side of her before. 

She brings her mouth to your ear, her hot breath hitting the side of your face, her hand still firmly around your jaw. “Stay down.” She orders and it's all you can do to nod in response as you hear her remove her pants and boxers. 

You feel her bare thighs press into the sides of your own, her fully naked body now positioned between your forcibly spread legs. You flick your eyes toward her, trying to catch a glimpse of what she's doing, only for your eyes to roll to the back of your head when you feel her push inside you. 

She's big, bigger than she's ever given you and so cold. The contrast of her cold cock sliding into your warm core sets your nerves alight, a whorish moan falling past your lips. 

“That's right.” Natasha says, pulling out and thrusting inside you again with more force this time. “Just take whatever I give you, like a good little whore.” She says, but it doesn’t fully sound like her, her voice different, deeper. 

You feel your stomach tighten at her words nevertheless, she's never spoken to you like that before and you didn’t think you’d like it, but you do. Your legs move from their standing position to around her body, the cold of her skin still shocking you a bit. 

Natasha quickens her thrusts, moving her hand on your jaw down to your neck, her movements stuttering when you moan and clench around her. “Fuck. I'm gonna fill you up, put a baby in you.” 

You don’t have a second to process her words before a hot thick spurt of cum shoots inside you, Natasha moving her free hand to your hip to hold you down as she uses you to ride out her high. 

It's not even seconds later that your own height crashes over you, sending your body through too many loops, your vision fades to back and your body goes limp on the bed. 

Natasha pulls out of you and stares down at the mess between your legs, using her fingers to push her seed back inside of you, not wanting to waste a single drop of it. 

She looks up and notices your unconscious state, a smile sliding over her face at the view. 

“Will it work?” Natasha speaks into the room, a black slimy, tendril creature emerging from her shoulder and materializing into a head next to her; venom. 

“I will work.” Venom confirms, nodding to the red headed woman before moving his gaze over to your sleeping form. “She’s so pretty when she’s asleep.” 

Natasha hums and nods in agreement. “I should have told her.” She mumbles, half ashamedly. 

“No.” Venom says, sliding back into Natasha’s body then taking his full form to hover over you. His big slimy hands run over your bare stomach, gently, hopefully. “She doesn’t need that kind of stress right now. We can tell her after the baby is born.” 

Natasha hums in agreement again, watching through venom's eyes as he tucks you into bed, one thought on her mind as she does so. 

Now nothing can stop her from protecting you and your child.

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A/n- I’ll be honest it’s not my favourite thing I’ve ever written but venom Nat is HOTTT so imma forgive

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[munariplans]

Hey! Could i request a fic about a spider reader who has the symbiote in his body and is acting in a more arrogant way and Natasha realizes this and tries to help her girlfriend. Thank you and I love your writing!!

a favour to fury | natasha romanoff

synopsis: based on the request above! i added a little bit of my own twist and had fun with it, hopefully that's ok.

natasha romanoff x venomised! spidey! reader

word count: 4.5k words

warnings: brief graphic descriptions of violence

read part 2 here

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natasha was five months pregnant when fury approached you regarding a supersecret project norman osborn had been studying for the past year and a half. they had called it a symbiote, you remembered, designed to mutualistically bond with a human host at the subcellular level. 

you had asked what it was for, half-heartedly already packing your things to go home to your pregnant wife. work was done for the day, and fury was holding you back. he said he had wanted to make you stronger, almost invincible. you shot him a look that said seriously? and declined. 

“do i not hit your KPIs or something, nick? do you not trust me enough with my current abilities?” you slung your bag over your shoulder, still very offended that he would suggest such a thing, to you of all people. 

you felt you had been in the team longest, alongside tony. it was so unfair to hint that he wanted something more out of you just because you had been off of your game for the past few months dealing with more personal issues in your life, like your almost-failed marriage. “mind you, i trained that kid, that peter parker, from being nothing but a friendly, neighbourhood spider-man slinging around knocking the teeth out of pickpockets, to being able to deal with world-ending threats we face as avengers. all. by. myself.” 

“i know–”

“–and who was the one who pulled SHIELD out of financial ruin when we almost went under? my weapons, my designs. i wasn’t proud that we sold it off to warring countries, but it helped us stay afloat!”

“and you have helped us out, dearly.”

“and lest you forget, i was the one, the only one, willing to let you and dr. ames experiment on me, injecting that spider serum on me when you knew i had a fifty-fifty chance of screwing up my nervous system beyond repair. when you knew i would most likely end up paralysed if it didn’t work. and i was your best agent!” at this point, you knew you were overcompensating, but it had been a long day, and an even longer week. you had just wanted to go home. but you couldn’t back down. “the one who’s stuck by your side from day one!”

“i know!” nick suddenly barked, slamming the door, your only exit out, shut. “you think i don’t know that?! you think i don’t know just how much i owe you?”

he took one step forward, you took one step back. the look on his face was dangerous, a warning for you not to overstep boundaries. he was still your boss, after all. “but oscorp’s our biggest funding, you know this too. and they need…”

fury’s lips quivered. “...they need someone to test out just the limits of the abilities of this symbiote before we are allowed to use it for our own lines of defence. and norman had initially suggested parker, the boy, because…”

you understood. norman osborn was a disgusting man. “...because he’s currently the weakest one out of all of us. they want to test his limits through it.”

“yes.” fury wasn’t proud of what he was implying either, “but he’s too young, too inexperienced. and i was sure, as his mentor, you were never going to let it happen to him. you don’t admit it, but you love him. you and tony. he disagreed too.”

you couldn’t let it happen to peter. it was too dangerous, too risky. but fuck nick for also thinking that you had nothing to lose. you had a baby on the way, and a relationship just-repaired, for heaven’s sake. 

but if not you, who else?

you knew natasha would have never approved. what you should have done was tell fury you would think about it. that natasha was pregnant, and she needed you relatively sane, and stable, for her and the baby. 

you should have told natasha explicitly of what the experiment entailed, and why you wanted to do it. that you were merely protecting peter, and you didn’t wish for anyone else to suffer through the treatment like you were going to. 

these were things you did when the person you love will inevitably have to go through the ups and many, many downs, of what the next few weeks would entail between the both of you. you had learned from past experience.

in hindsight, you also knew that even though natasha recognised your selflessness, and your sacrifice, she still would not have approved of you destroying your life to save peter’s. but in hindsight, neither of you, nor fury, would have known of just what the venom symbiote would do to you. 

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the bonding had been relatively painless, taking into account the fact that the team had to sedate you completely before allowing the symbiote to even come close to the host. fury had promised you it was the last favour he would ever draw from you before you shut your eyes, and it was only natasha’s face waiting for you at home that allowed you to drift off under the anaesthesia so willingly. 

when you came to, the aches and bruises from previous fights had suddenly disappeared, and the wear and tear your bones have suffered through the years had dissipated to the point that you felt like you were at the prime of your youth again, just right after they had first injected the spider serum.

–

when you came home, you kissed natasha’s forehead first, then her cheek, then her lips, and finally, down to her swollen belly, where one of these days you hoped you had the privilege of hearing your child kick. 

“how’s the pain today?” you folded your sleeves to your forearms, heading to the sink to wash your hands as natasha began plating dinner. “is he giving you heartburn again?”

natasha moaned in relief as you came to rub circles on the small of her back, untangling the knots that had accumulated in her aching body. “better. he’s learned to not give mama so much pain entering the second trimester. we all grow.”

your soft smile made the woman swoon, even after all these years. “that’s great. atta boy.”

“what about you? how was…” she had wanted to say the inhumane procedure, the cruel dilemma, they put you through, but all she said was, “...the experiment?”

“it was alright,” you reassured her. she knew you hadn’t wanted her to worry, “happy to be back home with you, that’s all.”

it was your signal to her not to push the matter further. it was you telling her that what she didn’t know, couldn’t hurt her.

– 

in the next few days, however, the heightened powers and new abilities that had latched on to you from the symbiote had also brought about a new impatience, a little bit of arrogance within you. 

panting as you watched the pixelated bodies of enemies taken down all around you, your heart pounded in exhilaration at the sight of them “dead”. you had never felt power like this before, and as much as the scowl on fury’s face was deepening day by day, the excitement, and hope, in your own face, began to grow. you really were stronger than ever.

and the sleek, indestructible new suit that the symbiote had formed around you when you were in battle was just a cherry on top. 

–

it had all started when steve asked for a sparring session with you one day. you were usually equally matched with him in toe to toe combats, with the occasional instances where he won by distracting you with natasha’s mention. 

but you had never taken him down as quickly, and easily, as this before. he had fallen with one swift lunge to his stomach, and began choking out his dinner from earlier as you stepped back.

“stop playing with me, captain, get up.” you said, when you got irritated that he told you he needed a breather. 

“y-you’re the one who kicked me so hard in the guts, it really hurts, you know,” he wheezed, catching his breath. 

you scoffed. since when had he become so weak?

you pulled him up against his will, and beat the shit out of him two more times before he raised the white flag desperately.

–

for lunch one afternoon, natasha had come by with her newfound skills in cooking, bearing lunch for the team. she was welcomed with open arms, except for maria, who was nursing a blackeye you had given her earlier. 

as the both of you settled for a break after lunch, however, natasha finally brought up the topic that had been plaguing her mind for the past few weeks. 

she had asked you about your thoughts on her returning to work, on a deskbound duty. “...and the occasional logistical support for missions, if you know what i mean.”

you paused the paperwork you had been doing in front of her, giving it a beat or two, before shaking your head. “no.”

“no…?” she hadn’t expected the firmness of the answer. while she was expecting resistance, she had thought you would be kind enough to humour her with a certainly not in the field, or just desk duty, not a flat-out no. 

“no.”

“why?” she held your hand then, stopping you from returning your pen to paper, and you raised an eyebrow. natasha thought you looked slightly too annoyed for a relatively inoffensive question. “i thought you would be supportive. we agreed, when i was three months along back then, that i could return when i was ready.”

you shook her hand off, sending natasha’s heart down to a plunge. you had been more on edge, even at home recently, to the point where she was feeling she had to almost tiptoe around you on your bad days. “i don’t think i need to explain just how dangerous it would be for you, and the baby. no.”

she called your name in disbelief. “how about just paperwork? i could help you do your paperwork. then we can see each other around more often, just like we used to. i miss you at home, and it’s so terribly boring, all day, being alone.”

“natasha, i said no. you should respect my wishes on this.”

“what is so dangerous about paperwork?!” she stood then, frustrated that you were so unyielding. you never were so unreasonable like this. perhaps, natasha thought, she had gotten too used to receiving the princess treatment from you throughout the duration of your relationship. but she wondered if that was even such a bad thing. “and why are you dictating my decisions and what i want to do?!”

why in hell was she being so annoying today? you found it hard to shake the unsavoury thoughts out of your head. 

just then, natasha’s phone began to ring, a new, annoyingly high-pitched frequency ringtone that immediately sent stings like sharp jabs into the nodes of your brain. you flinched, instantly forgetting what you had wanted to say to her, and dropped the pen you were holding unconsciously. 

“baby…” she grabbed the phone, silenced it, and turned to you, who was panting and massaging your temples from the pain. 

but you only shook your head, preventing her from coming closer. “we’ll talk about this later at home, okay? i’m not feeling so good right now.”

“do you want me to fix you anything? do you want to lie down?” she came to you, holding her hands over yours, noticing they were shaking. you visibly calmed as she ran her hands up and down your back, bringing you back to earth with her. 

natasha led you to sit by the sofa again, climbing on top of you to hold you as you calmed down. it was in her embrace that the ringing finally stopped, and you could refocus. 

it was also in her embrace that your mind suddenly cleared, and the remnants of the conversation just before came back to you. you had been so dismissive. 

your eyes watering as you faced her, you said, “i don’t know what came over me…i was so…out of it, earlier. i don’t know why i…why i thought you didn’t deserve to come back. i’m so sorry, nat.”

she furrowed her eyebrows in worry. she wondered if it was something she needed to bring up with fury, on the effects of the experiment on you. but she piped it all down, insteading threading her fingers through your hair and pressing a comforting kiss on your lips. 

“it’s okay, we’ll discuss this more at home.”

“no, i…” you needed to rectify your mistake, needed to make it up to her. you couldn't stand knowing you had hurt her feelings by underestimating her, “...i’m going to talk to fury. see what roles we have for you that’s convenient for you and our son. i’ll…”

you got up shakily then, placing natasha back down on the sofa. there were cold sweats beginning to form on your forehead. natasha pleaded for you to sit down and rest for a bit, but you were already out the door in the next second, leaving her more concerned, and confused, than ever. 

– 

in the tests that followed in the next few days, natasha watched, in worry and obvious agony, the way you were losing yourself more quickly than ever. 

fury stood next to her behind the safety of bulletproof glass, where you were on the other side, in a climate and condition controlled environment. it was essentially SHIELD’s containment room for the most dangerous of specimens. 

but she thought you looked so small, so vulnerable, in the middle of the vastness of the room, crouched with your head hung low between your legs. 

“fury, we should stop. she’s clearly at the limit.” she held her hand over his on the console, but the man standing right next to fury was adamant. 

she hated norman osborn for what he was about to say. “we’re so close. just a few more tests.” 

he swatted hers and fury’s hand away, and pressed the button the both of them had been hovering above. the enemies came charging again, and despite your pleas for a breather, the symbiote had automatically enveloped you in the suit and began defending the both of you again. 

you were exhausted. every fibre in your body hurt, and the symbiote was seeping all of your strength and willpower to do the fighting for you. you were nothing more than a bird in a cage for fury and osborn, then, you knew. and you regretted so much allowing natasha into the viewing panel for your test, in the name of her helping to fill out your paperwork for the symbiote. 

“no more, please…” you begged the team above then, wanting to just collapse, and crawl into natasha’s arms perhaps, and forget about the extremely harrowing and traumatic day you just had. 

but osborn wasn’t so kind. and he had pressed the button to test the symbiote’s limits once again. “please, mr. osborn!”

“stop,” you breathed as more enemies charged right in, “stop,” you had begged when the suit once again took all the spirit that you had left, “stop,” you tried a final time, when osborn tried something new this time; a high-frequency call that the lab had identified to be a potential weakness. 

“i said STOP!” it wasn’t you who screamed it the last time. a much deeper, gravelly voice had taken over, along with the explosion of black tendrils emanating from your suit. the enemies were flung into pixelated darkness, but the tendrils had pierced right through them, aiming for the source of the pain; the frequency pitch. 

it destroyed the sound system in the containment cell, but it was not enough. because even as fury slammed the controls to stop all the tests at once, the tendrils were still against the glass of the viewing panel, and as the symbiote spread and spread, the bulletproof glass, for the very first time since natasha had used it for the past decade or so, cracked. 

osborn watched in horror as the crack began to spread, before he was quickly knocked out by natasha pushing him aside to reach the microphone. 

“baby, it’s me. it’s natasha!”

the tendrils stopped the rampage on the glass momentarily. it had worked. fury instructed her to go further. “please, can you…can you get the symbiote off of the glass? we–i–want to see you, please.”

it was silent for a minute, then two, and with her heart in her mouth, natasha watched as the tendrils slowly retreated, shrinking the surface area they covered until your body was visible and it had gone back into the suit. 

and natasha’s heart broke at the sight of you unconscious, at the mercy of the symbiote, and crouched into a foetal position to try to protect yourself before the explosion from earlier. 

hell hath no fury like a pregnant woman, norman osborn learned that day, as he went home with more bruises and broken bones from one natasha romanoff than he had ever had to endure his whole life. 

– 

you no longer liked the strength, the agility, the injury-free protection, the symbiote gave. not after that test. not after it had caused you to wake up in the medical wing, with a sobbing natasha by your side begging you to stop the experiments, and let the symbiote go.

“what is happening to you?” she begged later on, as she had climbed into the bed herself and enveloped herself in your embrace. you shushed her cries and reassured her that you would fix everything. that you were alright, and you were going to be alright for her.

“i don’t know, i’m sorry.” lately, all you could say was you were sorry. it was terribly unfair to natasha.

and to make things even worse, the moment that those meaningless, obsolete words left your mouth, a hint of movement came from natasha’s belly, triggering your spider senses immediately. the baby had just kicked. 

when you forced natasha to go home to rest with laura later on, for the first time in your life, you cried yourself to sleep at the failure of a partner you had once again become for your wife.

–

natasha was understandably reluctant at your request to be separated. but she was also pragmatic, and understanding that you had to do it not only for her own safety, but your peace of mind. she was too good to you, you always knew.

“it’s just for a week,” you reminded her, lips still chasing hers as the both of you fought on who would say goodbye first. 

she latched on to your tongue. “i know.”

“just a week.”

“i know.” 

but the both of you groaned then. “but why does it seem like forever?”

– 

“fuck osborn.”

“heard.”

“we’re removing that symbiote from you,” fury looked a little unkempt, which, if you knew fury, meant he was at the edge of losing it. it was clear how much the symbiote had been affecting him as well, “i can’t lose you.”

leaning against his desk, you nodded. “please, fury.”

–

several attempts were made, with many different methods the team of SHIELD’s best scientists had tried, to remove the symbiote from your host. but obviously, without the principal team who had done the research on the symbiote itself, it was difficult to do so without oscorp’s help. 

all attempts had been unsuccessful. and the symbiote inside you was growing angrier and angrier. 

it broke your heart to see, that after each lashing out, each beratement and burst of anger you had at the team, they oddly seemed…afraid of you. and yet you couldn’t tell them that you yourself were drowning, that you had no control over your own emotions and actions in those bursts of anger, that it wasn’t you. fury had sworn you to secrecy. 

perhaps it was for the best that you had sent natasha away. you were deathly afraid of what you would do to her if the symbiote lashed out in her presence. 

you called her every morning, and she called you every night. it was a routine the both of you agreed to set up, mostly to keep yourself sane and for natasha to not worry about you too much. it broke your heart to know that one morning, she hadn’t answered your call because she was at the obstetrician, all alone. natasha hated going for her medical appointments all alone. 

afterwards, you apologised profusely for missing out on your baby’s development, and had sent her a bouquet of flowers. but you still felt it was barely adequate for making it up to her. you hated yourself for hurting natasha because of your own damn actions, once again. 

she was only kind enough to tell you that she was alright, and that you needed to focus on getting the symbiote out before returning to her. 

–

but as the days passed with little to no success of the extraction, you were growing more frustrated, and the symbiote was growing more powerful. 

natasha was approaching six months, and you hadn’t answered any of her calls for a few days now. you were afraid of what little progress you would have to tell her, and worried over what her reaction would be. 

you’re a failure. you are always going to be a failure. she will hate you, and she will regret even getting to know someone like you, marrying you, being the mother of your child. you cannot be the one she deserves. you don’t deserve anyone. except us. us.

the voices weren’t your own. you should have known. 

“fury, please, please,” you begged, barging into the meeting room he was in, barking orders at the scientists to try harder, to think of solutions faster. they were clearly at their wits’ end too. 

“please, call oscorp,” you got on your knees for him, in front of everyone, grabbing his hands in desperation, “call osborn here. i’ll do anything, i’ll beg him too, to get this thing off of me.”

“you know norman’s not going to stop once he has you. he’ll turn you into something even worse if we let him have you.”

“please!” you were crying then, feeling like a child begging their parents for an unachievable, stupid, stupid dream. only this time, you were begging for your life back. 

–

“i’m scared, nick. of what this will do to me, of what i will become.”

nick had brought you aside later that evening. it was in his eyes that heartbreak was evident; he knew all too well what he had done to you. and he had fucked up, truly, this time. 

“i’m so sorry.”

“please, try again, can you try again?” you were in the room where they had conducted the tests; the containment cell. you knew fury was slightly afraid of being in the same room with you all alone, and there was a reason he had brought you there. you could get into the cell if you lost control. 

he shook his head. “i just–we just–don’t have anything…”

“i cannot become the symbiote, nick. i have natasha, and the child, at home. i can’t go like this, please.”

you were hunched over the console, grabbing at it desperately to stop the symbiote from coming out, from enveloping you in your shared rage at fury’s insistence, and killing the man right before you. beads of cold perspiration drenched your entire being, and the look in your eyes was one the man had never seen in all the years he had worked with you. 

he could only shake his head, and leave the room. outside the compound, fury screamed into the vast nothingness of the night, exasperated in his futility and your predicament. 

– 

but natasha had had enough of your pulling back, of you pushing her away. she was not about to lose you again. she had almost lost you to wanda then, she was not going to lose you to a symbiote now. 

and as she arrived at the compound and discovered that it was eerily dark, and empty, the first person that she hounded was fury. 

he apologised to her as well, over the phone, and told her that he had instructed everyone to go home early for the day. the avengers were told to find accommodation elsewhere. something about a routine deep-cleaning going on for the night. 

it was suspicious the moment he told her you were still inside, however. still, she braved the recurring doubts in the back of her mind, stole her old equipment back when she was still on active mission duty, and braved through the compound. 

“just me and you baby, don’t give mama such a hard time, okay?” she even winced, when the baby kicked right as she rounded a corner. 

and you admired your wife, adored her, even, for still braving through six months of pregnancy and trying to find you in an almost-abandoned compound. the compound was never empty. the lights were never flickering, and you were never alone just with her in that entire building. 

but when she carefully opened the door to where you were, still hunched over the same console she had smashed norman osborn’s face against just a few weeks ago, you wholeheartedly wished she was the last person to find you in that way. 

the shock in her breath was evident, with the number of dead bodies around you then, and the distinct stench of blood in the air. you were shaking, breathing haphazard, as you tried centering yourself not to hurt anyone else. three breaths in, two breaths out, you always taught natasha in her panic attacks. now, you struggled to even manage it yourself. 

“baby…?” the woman didn’t want to believe what she was seeing. 

you shook your head painfully. why, of all people, why did it have to be her? the gun was aimed right at you, you knew, and you struggled to bring yourself up to even face her. your efforts ended with you falling right onto the console again. 

“...tell me what’s going on. tell me what’s wrong, we can still get through this together.” you absolutely despised the fear in her voice. 

instead, all you could choke out was, “natasha…”

you finally turned to face her. natasha dropped the gun at the symbiote already engulfing half of your face, milky white eyes replacing the eye patches in your mask, sharp, elongated teeth forming around your mouth area. the symbiote had clearly gained full control. 

in the one eye that was still yours, you were tearful, as you begged her, “...please, get out of here.”

a/n: does this call for a part 2?

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[cardierreh15]

The Lady in Black

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***i do not give anyone permission to repost or copy my work!!!

Warnings 18+: Dub-Con , Cursing , Smut , Cheating , Use of Restraints , Tentacles??? , Choking , Violence , Blood & Gore , Oral (Male Receiving) Pain Play , Doggy Style , Facial Shot , Licking/Swallowing of Bodily Fluids (Blood & Semen)

Pairings: Kal-El x Black!Female Venom 🖤

Description: When the subject of time and space has been disrupted once more, Superman and Lady Venom, have their first interesting meeting.

Word Count: 4.2K

Song: Demons by Doja Cat , One of Your Girls by Troye Sivan 🖤

Side Note: I wanna thank @milknhonies , Tokio and my amazing husband for beta reading and helping me basically bring this idea to life 🖤 I truly adore you guys.

Clark studied the area that was garnished with the limbs of unfortunate victims. He came to the quick conclusion that no human could’ve done something like this. He folded his large arms across his chest as he gently descended to the dewey grass. His face curled up in a grimace as he pondered on his next move. He felt terrible that he wasn’t able to make it here to save them, but sometimes these things happen.

Brushing that guilt aside, he carefully examined the area once more. Being mindful with each step, he wouldn’t know how to explain to the chief of police why the ankles and wrists of these folks were flattened.

With the scent of iron and blood filling his senses, he was about ready to go. He wasn’t usually the type to have a weak stomach but with the lack of sleep he was receiving work and being Superman, anything would alter one’s brain chemistry.

Suddenly, a silver light twinkled into view. He’d approached it and lifted the blood stained metal out of the dirt. Running his thumb over the medallion to clear the face clean of blood and dirt, he read the words etched in it.

‘Life Foundation.’ It was unfamiliar to him so he flipped it over to read the contents on the back. ‘Stewart L. Mendoza. 0741670…’ Then he flipped it back over to study the etching once more.

His thick brows tugged into one as he tried to piece together some things but he just drew a blank. So, he just dropped the medallion and walked over to empty space where he’d landed. But before he could take off, he heard a burp.

Snapping his head over his shoulder, he waited patiently for the perpetrator to reveal themselves. But then, a twig snapped.

‘Show yourself!’ Clark exclaimed as he blinked once, activating his x-ray vision. But he failed to detect anything.

‘KAL-EL.’

A voice rang through the air, a feminine tone but was masked with something inhuman and unnatural.

Clark turned around swiftly to see the white eyes of a creature standing on a branch. The rest of her body was hidden within the shadows of the setting sun.

‘What have you done with these people?’

‘They attacked me, I fought back… some of them are finding a home within my digestive system and the rest of them are amongst you.’ She said before she let out a gleeful snicker.

The glare of disgust and disapproval was written all over his masculine features. ‘Come down here so we can talk about what happened further.’

‘Hmm.’ The creature purred as she carefully stepped forward into the golden sunset. She was covered in slick blackness from the top of her head to her toes. She had big white intimidating eyes, and a monstrous smile with more than enough teeth to make a statement and a slinky yet alluring tongue.

She was nothing like Clark had ever seen before and he had seen the most oddities of things. He allowed his eyes to study her once more.

She had a curvy frame; large breasts that would even spill over within his grasp. Her hips were delectable and wide that matched her thick, doughy thighs. They looked soft to the touch, but he wouldn’t be surprised if they were padded with muscles by how toned her legs were.

‘Oh I don’t think so…See, I heard you Kryptonians could be a little… entitled.’ She let out a litter of teasing giggles as she plopped down on the strong branch and began to look at her sharp claws.

‘What do you know of my people?!’ Kal hissed, his heat vision blinding his own view.

‘Oh please, put those away before you hurt yourself!’ She fell back, hanging herself upside down on the branch, ‘I was only teasing.’

Kal’s eyes slowly faded back to their regular cobalt blue before he let out a gentle sigh. ‘Could you tell me what happened?’

The woman looked over at him with a blank stare, ‘Why? You’re gonna hurt me?’

‘Unless you give me a reason to.’

She sneered, ‘Hurt me. Tehehe, you’re cute.’ She mewed out seductively. ‘But I’m afraid I ain’t too much like the other bad men you play around with.’

Heat in his cheeks bloomed before traveling to his neck where he grew a little warmer than before. The way she spoke to him, she had so much sas! Usually, Kal knew what to do in situations like this but it was obvious he’d never dealt with someone— something like this.

‘Alright.’ He swallowed his spit and placed one hand on his hip, ‘Can you tell me where you’re from? And who were these guys? What is Life Foundation?’

‘Ugh!’ The being had finally swung herself off of the tree and landed on her toes as if she were a cat. ‘You’re nosey too? Sheesh.’ She folded her arms, popping her hip out as she admired him from where he stood. He was such a fine specimen. Good enough to eat… good enough to fuck.

The Kryptonian grew impatient with her antics, ‘Answer me or I’ll just have to force it out of you!’ His voice darkened.

‘Awwww you promise?’ She clasped her claws together in a begging manner while a big dreadful grin curled up on her face.

Playtime was over and his patience had run out, ‘This is my final warning!’

‘Oh boy. Someone’s a lil ang-wy! Careful now Kryptonian, I don’t take nicely to threats.’

‘Perhaps it’s not a threat.’

She rolled her eyes, ‘OK enough!’ Hissing before she ran towards him, faster than the speed of light and head butted him so hard, he flew through the trees. ‘Sheesh, you’re cute but you just talk too damn much!’ She snarled, her long tongue grazing over her pretty white canine teeth.

Kal had crashed into a large oak tree, ‘UGH!’ He exclaimed before he’d collapsed to his knees and then to his hands. ‘Aah!’

She’d already made it to him, hiding high up in a tree like a Leopard ready to pounce on her prey.

‘When will you learn that there are things bigger than you, Kal-El? … Stronger than you?’

Her words echoed loudly in the woods. So damn haunting but he was so blinded by rage, they sounded muffled over the piercing ringing in his ears.

Without warning, Kal’s head snapped up and he released his heat vision, burning and cutting through all the branches and trees before him.

Returning to normal, his eyes began to scan the area for her before his anger got to him, ‘WHERE ARE YOU?!’

She’d slowly began to scale down the tree, quiet as a hungry lioness. This was as intense as a nature documentary. The very fine line between what made predators the top of the food chain, and what made prey so dangerous when trying to fight for their life. She knew who she was dealing with, and if she planned this wrong, he could snap her in half all the same.

Hell, it may teach her some manners.

Once she planted her feet on the ground, she kicked Kal on the back of his knee causing him to drop to the ground once again.

‘Ugh!’ He exclaimed, ‘I’m trying to take it easy on you.’ He whimpered, he looked up at her as she stood before him in all her villainy glory.

‘Are you?’ She grabbed his jaw in her claws and lifted him up off of his knees and slammed him against the tree. Long thick tentacles began to arise from her backside and began to slowly journey up his intricate body. She could feel him this way too. Every tentacle had it’s very own series of nerve endings. She could feel his muscles tense and cringe with each touch.

‘Mmph!’ He grunted out, turning his head away as her tongue began to explore the side of his cheek. Her touch, stranger and more foreign than anything he’s fought, made his skin crawl.

‘Oh what’s the matter baby?’ She cooed out, giving him a big toothy grin as her extra limbs wrapped around his thighs and arms, ‘Afraid of a little BDSM?’ She cackled as a final tentacle wrapped around his neck.

Kal did his best trying to tear away from these extra limbs but the inhuman strength they had on him had him questioning his own.

‘Who…are… you?!’ He gritted through his teeth.

‘I’m the best you’ve ever had!’ She said softly as her dainty claws draped from his jaw to his abdomen where she pressed her claw into his flesh.

Kal erupted a loud grunt as his head fell back against the tree. Tears brimmed his eyes for a second at the sudden pain of being stabbed. He hadn’t felt anything like that since… well you know.

‘The best villain. The best teacher… the best— lover.’ She moaned softly before her tongue thrashed once more on the side of his face, tasting his salty sweat.

She slowly pulled her finger out of his abdomen and placed his blood on her tongue. The taste of iron and sweetness danced on her tongue. It had awakened something more salacious inside of her.

‘Mm, and you taste good…let’s see.’ she purred out as she placed her hands on his hips and slowly began to descend to her knees. Her tongue licked at his wound once more, causing Kal to whimper at the tender pain.

‘What are you doing?’ He breathed out as his head hung forward.

‘I hear… you have a woman.. Kal-El.’

Kal jerked as hard as he could against the tentacles but they held him nice and tight, ‘You don’t know anything about me!’

She smirked, looking up at him as she slowly rose to her feet, ‘Oh but I do, my sweet— sweet boy. More than you can imagine.’ A claw scraped down his cheek, cutting his flesh once more as he shut his eyes and gritted his teeth together.

Another taste.

‘I know that… humans… aren’t built to satisfy you. Not like you want to be. I know that you’re also having trouble receiving pleasure because you can’t explore and fulfill your full… potential… ain’t that right, Clark Kent?’

Kal’s head popped up to look at her in her eyes. ‘How do you know that name?’ He gritted through his teeth.

‘I told you sweet pea… I know everything… just like I know—‘ she reached down between them and palmed the semi-hard on that was in his bottoms. He felt massive in her palm.

Kal shut his eyes in defeat as his head fell forward once again.

‘Oh, you don’t have to be ashamed sweetie… it’s natural.’ She cooed as she clawed at the hips of his suit. ‘Just allow me to help you finally conquer your wildest dreams.’ She allowed her tongue to explore him one more time. And this time he didn’t fight, he let out a low sigh as she gently tugged his bottoms down below his hips.

With his member standing at full attention, he was everything she thought he’d be. Veiny and girthy with the length of a well hung porn star and big heavy balls to match.

He was literally perfect.

She dropped to her knees as the symbiote revealed her brown busty breasts. Then, she opened her mouth nice and wide for him as her freakishly long tongue began to tease and caress at the tenderness of his manhood.

Kal’s knees instantly buckled as he watched her tongue flick and lick at his dick before she finally wrapped her warm lips around him and began to suck him off. As she did so, she fondled and toyed with her tits.

Muffled moans escaped his lips as she went to work on him as if she were tryna get paid for it. It felt so damn good but he couldn’t let her know she was doing a good job. Plus, he was cheating on Lois! Was this cheating? He didn’t really want this… did he?

Trembling and flexing thighs were doing just enough telling. But it only encouraged her to snatch his soul from within him. Reaching beneath him, she squeezed his balls gently in her palm as she forced him down her throat.

And my, were they heavy.

‘Oh! —please. Please. Uh!’ He begged as his head lulled back against the tree, eyes crossing inward as he’d seem to lose control of his body. ‘Mm— don’t..‘ he couldn’t even form the words! His mind was so damn jumbled up with a little bit of lust and something else he’s never felt before.

She pulled away, teasingly stroking his member as a thick string of saliva snapped between them. Bubbles and sticky saliva dribbled down her chin to the valley of her pretty brown tits. ‘That’s enough of that.’ She bounced up gently before grabbing his face, forcing him to bring those disgraced eyes to her face.

Her monstrous grill had peeled back and revealed some full, supple lips with pretty white teeth behind them. Lips that just seem so familiar to him. ‘If it’ll make you feel better… I can give you the human body parts… two sets of pretty, soft lips.’ She drug the tip of her tongue against his trembling lips, ‘I’m not gonna hurt you baby. I only wanna make you feel good.’ She said before embracing his cool lips in her warm wet ones.

She slithered her tongue between his teeth, as he finally opened his mouth a little more to let her explore and evade. They both fought for dominance in each other’s mouths. For once, Kal didn’t feel like he needed to take it slow or be careful. He finally felt… free.

When she’d broken the kiss, she turned her backside against him and pushed her hips back against his throbbing cock where she began grinding her ass against him.

Kal’s head fell forward, licking at his lips as he watched her voluptuous ass hug and grind against him desperately. His bright blue eyes dilated with drool falling free from his lips.

Suddenly, the symbiote began to slowly peel away down her spine, exposing her gorgeous tawny brown skin. As she bent over a little, the thick, black sticky flesh peeled back more, revealing her two cute little back dimples before showing off her ass that reminded him of two globes.

Kal began to pant like a thirsty hound, as he writhed a little beneath the symbiote’s grip. Not to get away this time but to fuel his desires and needs. He had never felt such a powerful feeling like this! It was like he was going into heat! It clouded his judgment; making it literally impossible for him to choose between good and bad. An animalistic trait.

Perhaps this was good for him. He needed this release.

But he wasn’t thinking about those he’d hurt in the process… Lois. Or maybe he just didn’t give a shit at that moment.

She’d pressed her backside against him further, feeling the familiar warmth of desire brewing within her womb. Her core of her womanhood became sticky with the thought of his cock stretching her out as she sought to make him fit in every crevice within.

Hymns of purrs and moans escaped her lips as her own teasing began to drive herself nuts. She looked back over her shoulder at Clark who was gone with sexual hunger. She licked at her fingers slowly before descending them down to her pussy.

So turned on by the way he looked at her, she began to rub at her erected numb, collecting some of her sticky nectar and rubbing it out once more.

‘Mmm, you ready to stretch me out?’

Kal tried pulling from the tentacles again, he was practically foaming at the mouth! He gave her a hard nod before he murmured out, ‘Y-yes.’

A licentious grin curled on her lips as she took ahold of his member and caressed that sweet spot where the tip and his shaft intersected. She gave it a gentle squeeze, feeling the stiff muscle throb with mercy in her soft palm.

Kal let out a silent curse, as he balled up his fists.

Standing on her tipping toes, she guided the tip of his cock towards her core before she pushed her hips up against him, forcibly sinking him into herself.

She let out a raspy cry as his member delved and nestled deep against her walls, invading and creating its home within her.

Kal let out an animalistic groan as the symbiote’s hold on him grew tighter as if it wanted them closer together. ‘Uhhhh!’ He moaned as his cheeks burned with a fervidus fever. ‘God!’

‘Nuh uh baby…’ She shuddered out, feeling the numbness from her toes creep and kneaded it’s way into her belly with shocks and tremors of pleasure tingling at her chocolate kisses nipples.

‘Just me.’ She added before she began to slowly throw her ass back against him.

It was at that moment where Kal had completely forgotten about everything and now his main focus was on her. No worries of the world. Not having to worry about his responsibilities as Superman. Not having to worry about simply breaking or killing her because she wasn’t human. He felt like he could truly release the hold that stricken him for the past 40 years.

He deserved this. Or that’s what he was telling himself.

As she and the symbiote worked as one; pushing and pulling her body against him, they both let out a series of moans. She was having a damn good time taking advantage. But Kal on the other hand was becoming too needy and desperate. He wanted to touch her.

‘Release…me…please.’ He begged through his moans, ‘I want… feel. Ugh fuck.’

She muddled and twisted her hips in an arrhythmic dance. And it was driving both of them insane.

‘Uhhh! Please!’ His bright eyes flashed open, looking down at her.

She peered back at him before carefully pulling her hips away. ‘You’re begging… I found you attractive before but now… baby you look so miserable.’ She giggled as she gave the tip of his cock a thump. ‘Sexy as fuck.’

Kal flinched at the addictive pain and moaned. ‘I promise…’ he huffed out, ‘I promise I’ll make it worth your while just… let me.’

She stared at him for a long moment, ‘I suppose.’ She said before waving her hand, ordering the symbiote to release him from the hold. It slowly unwrapped from around his thighs and legs, then his waist and then his arms. He’d collapsed to his hands and knees before her.

She turned around and got on her hands and knees; ass up in the air as she arched her back, like a sleepy feline.

Kal stood up on his knees, grinning with eyes as crazed like a mad man who had just struck gold. He’d placed his large warm hands against her thick thighs and gave them a desperate squeeze. Just as he’d thought, soft like marshmallows.

He pulled her back closer to him before taking a hold of his uncut cock and kissed her slit with the tip of it. She was so sticky, so creamy and messy. He adored it! He wasted no more time before he rammed it into her tight abyss once again.

‘Aaah!’ She moaned out in a harsh gasp.

He began to thrust his hips forward, slowly and teasingly only to get payback.

‘Stop. Being. Oof! A. Teeease and fuck me!’ She moaned out ruggedly.

The symbiote began to wrap itself around him once again. Around his throat and down below at the hilt of his balls.

At the sensitive touch, it only fueled his desires further. All he wanted to do was unleash his full potential and he was going to do that and so much more. So, he began to thrust his hips a little faster and a little harder.

Her wails and cries echoed throughout the woods along with their flesh just crashing into one another like a neutron star collision. There was so much force, so much power… they could terraform this area within the hour!

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck! Kal! Aah! Don’t fucking stop, yes!’ She moaned out as her claws dug within the moist soil beneath them. She could feel him beating down her walls at every angle.

His thumb pads were pressed firmly within her back dimples as he held on to her tightly. ‘Fuck this feels so good!’ His brows tugged into one as he relished in this newfound pleasure. If he ever said sex with Lois was mind blowing like this… boy he was wrong.

He’d just never had his taste at alien pussy before and he knew he couldn’t go back to humans after this. They merely weren’t enough to handle him. Hell, she barely could!

Desperate grunts and howls flowed from Kal’s chest in a string of melodies as he continued to dig his hips into her, pining closer and closer to his release.

That was until he lost his grasp and she tried to crawl away. Trying to take her dominance back. But he merely snatched her back towards him.

‘Where are you going?!’ His tone was dark and filled with bane.

‘Aah!’ She exclaimed as her body began to heat up. ‘KAL-EL! Have mercy!’ She whined out as she reached between her legs and kneaded at her clit.

There was no way she was really asking him for mercy… after her evil ways.

‘No!’ He barked as he pounded harder.

A sick, carnal groan rumbled in her chest as she blissfully took this punishment from him. Sultry and sexy giggles left her lips as they took each other on a wild trip of ecstasy. Fueling each other’s salacious and dark fantasies. Now this was her idea of fun.

After a while, Kal’s groaning had become even more constant with his thrusts becoming staggering with lack of rhythm. He was close.

She began to twerk her ass against him, completely taking over in the final moments. The symbiote began to tighten around his neck and balls, causing a smile of pleasure to curl on his lips.

‘Fuck!’ He cried out as his blue eyes began to roll back. ‘I’m— I’m gonna—‘ he stuttered.

Quickly shifting positions at his announcement, she turned around to face him and wrapped her luscious lips around his member and sucked him clean. She then pulled away allowing her tongue to flick and tease at his tip.

His hips jerked forward as he began to leak on her tongue. ‘Hooo.. that’s it baby.’ As he reached down to cup her jaw before she began to suck him off again.

She throated him one good time before pulling away and jerking him off. Letting out a loud, ‘FUCK!’ His body tensed up as he began to unload thick ropes of cum all over her face. ‘God—mmph!’ He whimpered out as his body trembled from the after shock of the intense orgasm. Tears brimmed at his eyes as he watched her long tongue wipe her face clean of his nut before swallowing all of it whole.

Amazing.

With her claws covered in his semen, she sucked and licked them clean too. He fell to his hands… defeated. There was no way Kal would be okay after this.

Standing to her feet, her symbiote began to close up and fill in the open parts of her, fully becoming whole again.

‘You did well.. son of Krypton.’

He looked up at her with wanderous, adoring eyes. ‘How do you know so much about me?’

‘A girl never tells…’ Then, she heard the sound of shouting and shuffling. ‘I must go.’ She turned around, walking away.

‘Wait!’ Kal exclaimed, reaching out towards her.

She turned halfway, ‘Yes?’

‘What is your name? Will I see you again?’

She walked back towards him and squat down before him. The symbiote began to peel away at her once more, revealing her face. And what Kal caused his heart to stop in his chest.

A woman, beautiful dark curly hair with eyes as brown as honey and thick dark lashes. With a smile that had enchanted him on many occasions. His coworker, Aya.

‘Well you see me all the time, silly.’ She shot him a wink and gave his cheek a pinch. Her voice sounded a little more familiar, but still layered with its voice.

Aya Lionheart. They worked closely together on a couple of projects at the Daily Planet.

Kal couldn’t believe his eyes. He’d always found her to be such an attractive and beautiful person. But he never thought he’d get to sleep with her…not this way— not ever…

And to find out that she was as different as he was. ‘Aya?’

‘In the flesh.’ She stood back up and looked over her shoulder as the men began to gain chase. ‘I’ve got to go… behave… Mr. Kent.’ And she leapt off of the ground and into the trees where she’d disappeared into the forest void.

He felt like his breath was snatched out of his lungs for a moment before he slowly stood to his feet. It was then when he’d realized that his suit was basically torn to shreds. Between her claws and the symbiote ripping at it, he was gonna have to call his mother. But not tonight. He was exhausted. She took it all from him.

‘Hey! Over there!’ Someone shouted.

Kal snapped his head up at the group of people who held weapons up at him. And instead of being diplomatic and trying to investigate, he fled the scene, flying back into the city.

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader where the Reader visits Nat's grave with their now 5 yr old something child

Y/N holds little Melina in their arms...

Y/N: and Mommy took on a big purple monster to bring you back

Melina: really?

Y/N: yeah your Mommy was the best mom in all existence

The two stop at Natasha's grave...

Fannie comes running up, barking happily...

Melina: doggy!

Yelena walks up, a little confused...

Y/N: you must be Yelena, Nat told me so much about you

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BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP W/ EDDIE BROCK & VENOM (616 | generalized canon)

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random Headcanons

SFW, minor canon action

pic source: Venom: Lethal Protector (2022) comic

part two

Your worst arguments happen because of them being so quick to engage in fights with Spider-Man if they so much as catch a glimpse of the web-slinger. (this was more of a problem earlier in the relationship)

Eddie is very much a man of action, and is allergic to inactivity, so oftentimes he has no idea about the newest pop culture phenomena. If you want him to engage in that media with you you’ll have to be the one bridging the gap.

You can however coerce him into watching a show/movie with you if you ply him with cuddles. He’ll 100% be paying you more attention than the screen though.

Alternatively though, the symbiote loves watching the silly little pictures on the screen and will usually request to watch movies with you if not already preoccupied.

One: because he likes being around you (you’re gonna get real used to the feel of the alien, trust me) and Two: because the dialog helps him improve upon his people skills for talking to civilians.

(Eddie’s natural gruff straightforwardness is only so helpful - ie:not helpful at all - for them when trying to save or soothe spooked people as Venom.)

Eddie’s eyes are a very intense blue-steele and the first time you met you told him he had “doll eyes”. However, he was so baffled he laughed so you count that as a win and mention the natural uncanniness of them every once in a while to tease him. You love his eyes though, really.

They love to kiss (and bite) at the junction between your neck and shoulders. I have a longstanding headcanon about marks and shit but I’m not gonna go into that rn.

Get comfortable with the distinct knowledge that you technically come second for both of them. It’s just that there’s a difference between being romantically involved (you and them) and being codependent and in love(Eddie and the symbiote).

On another note they do call you Precious (and if we take the name out of the context of how some of us were bullied with it it’s actually beautiful so…just let it happen). Eddie let alone Venom is clueless to the connotation. Plus Eddie’s got a really obsessive personality so I think that coupled with Venom’s own baggage coming into play makes the nickname very fitting.

They always reach for your hand in public, especially when around others to show that you're theirs cause they’re possessive like that.

They don’t need to sleep per say, as long as they have the right nutrients, so honestly sometimes they don't even go to sleep whenever joining you in bed. They'll just lay beside you smiling to themselves and watch you sleep.

They end up telling you they love you purely by accident after you had gotten hurt by falling debris when Spider-Man and Rhino were fighting. (They say it mid rant).

The only good thing to come out of the whole situation is Venom getting to carry you.

The symbiote, not possessing the concept of human shame, will say the most inappropriate things to you in public without a fuck to give. Eddie, shamelessly, also quietly does this to you because most human conventions mean nothing to him anymore.

They think you're adorable when flustered, and like it even better when on occasion you join in.

They’re constantly fretting over the possibility that Carnage might come and kill you for shits and giggles or that somehow Peter will manage to take the last pure thing in their life away from them.

Being away from them? Ha, ya right. They’ve always got you physically close or monitored by a part of the symbiote (I’m mixing up symbiote abilities so if it bothers you a lot then just say the part that stays with you is the clone of venom). You're really never without a part of them but you don't quite mind it. They’ll also resort to stalking with zero hesitation.

They take great pleasure in making their "mate" feel worshiped so you’ll have a lot of fun with that. Just make sure you accept and are vocal about your appreciation for their antics if you don’t want them to stop. Reciprocation doesn’t hurt either.

you(little spoon) eddie(big spoon)

The symbiote definitely appreciates being held more than Eddie with his intimacy issues and the ingrained notions of how men “should” act.

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

If this looks familiar know it’s because it’s from an old blog I ran (just rewritten a bit), but otherwise it doesn’t really matter. I also noticed that I have a lesser amount of Marvel imagines than I do DC so this is definitely me trying to rectify that. Also, trust me, I know the Lord of the rings connotation I’m just not addressing it.

btw: This is a side blog so while comments are welcome I won’t respond.

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[mysecretlittlelibrary]

Wash Day With Venom & Eddie

Pairing: Eddie Brock x Black!Reader x Venom

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none it's very cute

Genre: fluff, I'd say a lil comedy cuz Eddie and Venom are a very unserious duo

Summary: Venom is curious about how you wash your hair

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You check the clock on the wall as the latest episode of your current date night watch with Eddie comes to an end and let out a sigh realizing you have to get going. You stand up and stretch with Eddie and Venom turning down the volume on whatever preview Netflix is playing.

"Alright, boys I have to get going now." You say leaning down to kiss Eddie's cheek.

"WHAT?! WHY? I THOUGHT YOU WERE SPENDING THE NIGHT!" Venom stretches his head to look at you closely when you stand back up.

"I can't tonight V, I have today is wash day." You tell him petting the top of his head.

"LIKE FOR YOUR LAUNDRY?!"

"No sweetie, for my hair." You smile.

"WASH IT HERE."

"I don't have any of my hair products here Venom I can't do that." You laugh.

"USE EDDIE'S. HE HAS THAT HAIR SOAP TOO. RIGHT EDDIE?"

"No way. My hair is far too temperamental for me to just be borrowing any old shampoo. She has very specific requirements." You say.

"ISN'T IT ALL THE SAME?"

"No Venom it's not. My hair is very different than Eddie's so it requires very different care." You chuckle.

"OH. SO BRING YOUR PRODUCTS HERE. I WANT TO SEE THIS DIFFERENT CARE."

"You're surprisingly curious about this, but I'm not bringing all my hair care here that's quite a few items."

"SO WE WILL COME TO YOUR PLACE." Venom declares.

"Venom bud, I know you wanna spend every moment of every day with her but we gotta let her have her personal time ya know." Eddie steps in.

"I WANT TO SEE HOW SHE WASHES HER HAIR!" Venom glares at Eddie.

"We know but maybe that's not something she wants to show you." Eddie says.

"It's a long process V, takes like an hour and you are not exactly known for your patience." You say.

"AN HOUR?! EDDIE'S HAIR TAKES LIKE FIFTEEN MINUTES IN THE SHOWER EVERY OTHER DAY!"

"Eddie's hair gets gross and oily much quicker than mine. Washing it that often would pretty much destroy it."

"Hey! My hair does not get gross, okay?" 

"Because you wash it regularly. My point still stands what happens to you in like 3 days would take at least a month or two for my type of hair. Probably longer. That's not important. V, it takes a long while to wash."

"I CAN BE PATIENT!" Venom protests.

"I actually don't think you can." Eddie snorts.

"IS THAT A CHALLENGE?"

"No, not at all." He shakes his head.

"PLEASE LITTLE DROP, LET US COME OVER SO I CAN WATCH YOU WASH YOUR HAIR." Venom turns his attention back to you.

"If, and I do mean if, if I let you guys come to my place so you can satisfy your curiosity I don't want to hear a single complaint about how long it takes V." You point a finger at him.

"I HAVE NOTHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT WHEN I'M WITH YOU." He offers a smile.

"That was very smooth." Eddie says with surprise.

"Also, no distracting. It already takes long enough, and I have to get it done. I mean it Venom you can't get all handsy with me when I'm in the shower."

"I CAN BEHAVE!"

"You have to. Or you'll have to leave. Once the hair washing has started I can't really just stop the process in the middle. I'm serious V."

"I WILL BE ON MY BEST BEHAVIOR. I PROMISE."

"Venom our girlfriend isn't an observational study you know you can't just watch her doing everyday tasks like that." Eddie chuckles.

"IS IT NOT NORMAL TO WANT TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT SOMEONE YOU LOVE? I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU." Venom says to him.

"It's fine to want to know about her sure, but don't treat her regular tasks like they're something strange."

"I DON'T THINK THEY'RE STRANGE BUT THEY'RE DIFFERENT THAN YOURS AND I'M CURIOUS."

"Okay boys don't fight. I know you're being considerate Eddie and I appreciate that advocacy but Venom is an alien so I feel like this curosity is pretty standard for him and I don't really mind." You jump in before the two of them get into it like they so often do.

"I just don't want you to be uncomfortable. I know being watched while washing your hair can be weird." Eddie frowns.

"I'd probably be uncomfortable if it was anyone but Venom so I get where you're coming from." You shrug.

"I PROMISE I'M NOT TRYING TO MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE AND I WILL DO MY BEST NOT TO ACT LIKE I'M STUDYING YOU BUT CAN WE GO NOW?" Venom asks making you and Eddie laugh at his impatience.

"Fine! We'll go." Eddie rolls his eyes. Venom at this point takes over and scoops you into his arms suddenly, swinging out of Eddie's window.

"Venom we could've walked!" You shout.

"THIS IS QUICKER!" Venom insists. It's only a couple of moments before Venom opens your window and climbs inside.

"Geez you're impatient." You huff out a laugh as you take your shoes off and toss them by the door. You head into your room to grab a t-shirt and your comb before going to your bathroom with Venom tailing behind you. You get into your shower and run the warm water over your hair for several minutes. Venom gives Eddie back his body now but the alien stretches his neck enough to watch over the top of your shower.

"I cannot believe you dragged us here to watch her wash her hair." Eddie scoffs.

"Welcome back Eddie." You laugh.

"IF YOU'RE GOING TO COMPLAIN I WILL JUST TAKE THE BODY BACK. SHE SAID WE CAN ONLY STAY IF WE DON'T COMPLAIN." Venom says.

"Well technically the condition was you don't complain about how long this whole thing takes you tell Venom. You laugh as you put in your shampoo and scrub at your scalp until there's a decent lather. You rinse it thoroughly before turning the water off for the next part.

"ARE YOU DONE?" Venom asks and Eddie snorts out a laugh.

"No, not done, but the next part takes the longest and if I left the water on it would get cold before I got out of here." You explain as you run decent amounts of conditioner through your hair.

"THE NEXT PART?"

"I'm putting in conditioner and then I have to detangle my hair."

"DE...TANGLE?"

"Dude I'm sure you know that means." Eddie says.

"SURE BUT NOT WITH HAIR."

"It means the same thing regardless of the context V, my hair is very thick it gets tangled with itself after a while so I have to use a comb to get work out the knots." You explain as you start to work the comb through your hair in small sections.

"EDDIE HAS A COMB. IT'S MUCH SMALLER."

"Yeah, that's mostly a styling comb. Plus his hair is thinner. My hair would... probably break those combs." You tell him.

"DO ALL WOMEN DO THIS?"

"Well it's not a woman specific thing. Really just anyone with long hair probably has a similar process but how time consuming it is depends on a few things though, length, texture, thickness- that sort of thing. Thick coily hair, like mine, which is common for Black people takes longer than straight hair, like Eddie's when he goes to long without a haircut."

"Hey! I rock the longer hair." Eddie protests.

"Eddie you hate when your hair gets too shaggy." You laugh.

"Not always. Do you think it looks bad?"

"No but I think you don't like taking proper care of your hair when it gets too long."

"Y/N I LIKE YOUR CURLS."

"Thank you, so do I. That's why I don't mind the maintenance of spending half an hour detangling it. Plus I get to do so much with it as far as styling goes." You shrug.

"OH LIKE WHEN YOU HAD THOSE ROPE-LIKE THINGS IN YOUR HAIR."

"They're called braids Venom. I told you this before." Eddie tsks at him while you chuckle.

"BRAIDS. WILL YOU DO THEM AGAIN? YOU HAD THEM WHEN YOU AND EDDIE FIRST STARTED DATING."

"Yeah, I'm actually planning to do them tomorrow. I typically don't do them in the summer that's why it's been while." You tell him.

"HOW DO YOU DO THEM?" Venom asks.

"I can show you, tomorrow if you'd like to see how it works. It's a little hard to explain really."

"I WOULD LIKE TO SEE!" He nods excitedly. You put down the comb with a small huff, satisfied with the detangling you've done.

"Venom." Eddie sighs.

"Then if Eddie isn't busy tomorrow you guys can come by while I do my hair." You say grabbing your bodywash and washcloth. You give the conditioner a few minutes to sit in your hair by washing your body and face first.

"WHY DO IT TOMORROW AND NOT TONIGHT?" Venom asks.

"Because it takes hours and I'd be up all night if I tried to do it now. Plus I try not to use the hairdryer if I don't have to and braiding wet hair if you plan to keep the braids in is a bad idea. It needs to be dry first so I do that overnight." You wash the conditioner out of your hair careful to minimize retangling.

"SO DOING YOUR HAIR IS A TWO DAY PROCESS?"

"Only if I plan to do anything else with either day. Like if I had gotten up super early and washed my hair, let it dry throughout the day I could maybe have been doing it through the evening but- I don't like to spend a continuous twenty-four hours on my hair so, there's that." You shrug.

"WOW. EDDIE NEVER TAKES THAT LONG TO DO HIS HAIR."

"I don't have enough hair to justify taking this long." Eddie says.

"Yeah but lucky for me the day-to-day styling can be pretty minimal it's just upkeep days like this that are extensive but they aren't super frequent. At most few times a month depending on the style I have in and how busy I am. Some styles let me get away with a whole month plus." You tell him turning off the shower and opening the door. You dry off your body and wrap the t-shirt around your hair.

"YOU USE A T-SHIRT FOR YOUR HAIR AND NOT A TOWEL?" Venom tilts his head curiously at you.

"Yeah- towel fabrics can be pretty harsh on my hair so I use a t-shirt instead because, like I said earlier, it's very temperamental." You tell him going back to your bedroom once you're not trailing water. Eddie takes a seat at your desk.

"NOW WHAT?" Venom asks while you put on lotion.

"Now, I get dressed, dry my hair with this t-shirt, enough that it won't soak through my hair cover, and then have a snack before going to bed. Since I ate dinner with you guys." You tell him.

"OH. YOUR HAIR REALLY DOES TAKE A WHILE." Venom hums.

"Yeah I told you, but I'm mostly done for the night besides drying it so if you wanna head out now you can." You say with a shrug as you put on some pajamas.

"Curiosty satisfied Venom?" Eddie asks.

"WE WILL BE BACK TOMORROW." Venom announces.

"Venom I don't just sit around all day you know we might have something to do-"

"You don't have to be with me the whole day babe, it's a fairly repretative process so you can swing by for like twenty minutes just so Venom can see how it works and then you can have the rest of your day back." You say kissing Eddie lightly.

"Fine when's a good time?"

"I'll be at it most of the afternoon so, if you come before five I'll for sure have some left to show Venom." You say.

"Sounds good, I'll text you."

"Sure thing."

"Have a good night sweetheart." He says to you. "Alright Venom, since you got us here. Take us home." Eddie tells Venom.

"CAN DO!" Venom takes over from Eddie again and pulls you into a tight hug. "I AM VERY EXCITED TO SEE YOU TOMORROW LITTLE DROP!" He tells you.

"See you tomorrow my loves." You say once Venom puts you back down. He's down the hall and out your window living room very quickly and you shut the window behind them going back to your room to finish drying your hair. Even with as long as he's been here, Venom's curiosity seems to be neverending, but you'll never complain about the way he seems so interested in every single thing you do. Even something as monotonous and time consuming as doing your hair.

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#marvel fanfiction #marvel #eddie brock x reader x venom #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock #venom x reader #venom fanfiction #venom #eddie brock x black reader #venom x black reader #eddie brock fanfic #venom fluff #Eddie Brock fluff

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4k fic recommendations

thank you all so so much for 4000 followers! truly, that's wild! unfortunately I don't have the time right now to do the usual fun, big celebration, but I do have time to scrounge up some fics I've been loving lately/just ones that are on my mind, show them a little bit of love. other then that, I hope you all are having a wonderful morning, afternoon or night, sending you all a bunch of smooches in the form of recommending some fun reads ♡

the bodyguard by @chvoswxtch (bodyguard!frank castle x reader, series, still ongoing)

I love this series. every time a new part comes out I genuinely get so excited! I also low-key feel so spoiled because I know court and she tells me a bunch of secrets about things she wants to play with in this story... love you court. thank you for blessing us with this amazing AU.

why are you scared? by @onsunnyside (stepbrother!curtis everett x innocent!reader)

yes, this was a halloween fic but I still think about it to this day. I only have one question for you, do you like somno? are you a little somno hoe? if so, might I recommend this nasty little piece of fiction because DAMN! like all of sonny's works, this is just the purest of filth and we love that here. (also her life has been pretty busy lately, so I just hope she's okay. hope you're okay, darling. miss seeing your beautiful little stories on this mess of a website)

your head is so numb (that nervous breath you try to hide) by @oncasette (eddie munson x reader)

best friends to lovers is actually something that can be so personal. I gobble that shit up every time. (also just hey roma. get over here, let me give you a lil smooch♡)

reader being like a little crow blurb by @appocalipse (eddie munson x reader)

idk what to tell you, this is actually just the cutest ♡

this blurb by @solarluvs (peter parker x clumsy!reader)

PETER AND CLUMSY!READER! THIS IS THE KIND OF ROMCOM I NEED IN MY LIFE!!!!

sirius doesn't want you to leave for work by @bruisedboys (sirius black x reader)

in this house, we worship adorable little domestic tales like this.

this blurb by @ddejavvu (eddie brock x reader)

and speaking of domestic little tales, no one does it better then my wifey mei. she is the queen of adorable little blurbs. so if you like pretty dresses, chocolate or monsters flirting with you, this blurb is for you ♡

this blurb by @ddejavvu (aaron hotchner x bau!reader)

okay, even though I'm not really an aaron girlie, this one was just too cute to pass up. also, maybe a little bit too relatable going grocery shopping while looking like an actual zombie. I remember the time when I lived somewhere where I bump into my crush on those kinda days... it is mortifying, but the kind of mortifying that you're secretly crossing your fingers to have happen, you know?

#lea speaks #milestone celebration #frank castle x reader #eddie munson x reader #frank castle smut #curtis everett x reader #chris evans x reader #curtis everett smut #eddie brock x reader #venom x reader #peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #mcu!peter parker x reader #sirius black x reader #fic rec #fic recommendation #fic recommendations #fic recs #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader

[munariplans]

a favour to fury, pt. 2 | natasha romanoff

synopsis: part 2 based upon this request! or, in which natasha helps venomised!reader get back on her feet after the trauma of the symbiote.

natasha romanoff x venomised! spidey! reader

word count: 4.4k words

warnings: brief graphic descriptions of violence

read part 1 here

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up until this point in your life, you had been an avenger for almost a decade, and an agent of SHIELD for even longer. you were confident to say that you had been in your fair share of fights, endured your fair share of pain and struggle. and you had been triumphant in conquesting all of it so far; you had gotten here, after all. 

but at the precise point where your eye met natasha’s fearful, heartbroken ones, at the sight of your body fighting off the symbiote from taking over, you swore there had never been a fight and struggle more personally difficult than the one you were on. 

everything hurt; physically and mentally. the symbiote, venom, as it had introduced itself to you through morbid dreams and voices in your head, was not giving in. it wanted to take over the world, wanted you to take over the world as its host. it wanted to hurt everyone you loved, to get back at fury and norman osborn for all the tests and torture it had put the both of you through. 

and venom was a much stronger opponent than what your spider serum could endure and fight physically. it was inevitable that it could take over your body eventually; you just dearly hoped it didn’t happen when natasha was around. not to mention venom was ruthless and hungry for blood; something which you had no choice but to indulge with the remaining lab workers of oscorp who had unfortunately come in illegally to gather any scraps of tests they could, ever since being banned by fury. 

natasha caught you right as venom was satisfied and retreating into your body. 

it’s her. more. more blood. “no,” you groaned, begging venom, “please, no, not her.” 

natasha carefully sidestepped the bodies, fighting hard to control the bile that had gathered in her throat. it was an abhorrent sight for a pregnant woman to see and go through. “i’m here, baby, please, talk to me.”

why can’t we eat her, too? in my planet, we eat the ones we love. “natasha, i’m not joking around. get away from me.” 

but then natasha’s touch met venom, the suit that had enveloped your body, and you shouted in fear of what was to come.

nothing came. venom somehow remained frozen. you took the opportunity to speak to venom, “please, if there is one person that we cannot hurt, no matter what, please let it be her, okay? i don’t care what you put me through to get to the others. just. not. her.”

we have a deal. venom retreated, leaving a shivering husk of the person you were to natasha. but it was enough; as she immediately embraced you and brought your head to her chest, crying at the mere appearance of you returning to normal. 

but you knew your relief was short-lived. you held onto natasha then, shaking your head at her coming in to save you. you couldn’t be saved, you knew. “you know as well as i do that this is a trap, nat. why…you cannot be here alone, with me.”

“can i not be alone with my own wife?” the sadness in her voice made you shut your eyes and look away. you couldn’t believe this new reality was real. “even if this was a trap, even if it’s the end of the world, it doesn’t matter. i just want to be with you.”

there were no words to describe the mixture of happiness and sadness in your mind. natasha helped you to your feet, whispering words of affirmation as she slowly guided you away from the bodies, away from everything. “let's just get you home. we’ll figure it all out at home. i just…i need you home.”

but you were weaker than she expected, and not wanting to burden her poor body with additional weight of yours, you slumped off just as you felt your legs give way. unfortunately, you tripped in doing so, and to the horrible luck of the both of you, triggered the fire alarm. 

you immediately screamed as venom fought for control in its sufferance of the high-frequency pitch. hands flying to cover your ears, natasha nearly fell back as venom’s tendrils appeared to fight in staying inside your host body. it was as if the sound was forcing the symbiote out. oh. 

you were crawling away, further and further from natasha, because the symbiote was not only screaming in your ears, it was also furious that the alarm had been triggered. kill. natasha. 

“it’s not her! it’s not…her fault…!” you screamed back, desperate to get as far away as you could from your own wife. natasha almost had half a mind to use her widow bites to get you back, but she knew it was for her own safety also that she stayed where she were. you wouldn’t have wanted her to interfere.

but fuck your wishes. she needed to save you, first. 

however, right as she took another step forward, the glass window next to her shattered, and in a mess of red and blue colours, she was swept off of her feet, and suddenly swinging through the air. she would have been screaming in fear if she hadn’t recognised the familiar swinging patterns. it was precisely your pattern that you had taught peter parker. the material of the suit that she was clinging on to was the nanotechnology you had designed for him. 

peter had come to save her first. 

–

“mrs. romanoff, are you okay?” peter could have stuck the landing a little better, but the concern he had for her reminded her just of yours. he checked her body for injuries, and when he found none, visibly calmed. 

she ignored her own fears, and pushed him for answers. “where were you? where were the rest?! why did you leave her in there on her own?”

“who…?” peter had never looked more confused. 

it was then that natasha realised the rest of the team had no idea what oscorp had been doing to you all this while. and as peter explained that he had felt his spider senses tingling when he was swinging by the area, he also mentioned that there was a direct order from fury for the rest of them to evacuate that night. they had no choice but to comply. 

he brought her to tony’s place upon her request. tony called for the rest of the team to come immediately. it nearly sent her to tears explaining your situation. 

“why didn’t fury tell us…?” clint, a longtime friend, was even more frustrated than anyone else. he knew all too well what it was like to not have his body under his mind’s control. loki had taken that away from him once before.

and clint grew even more angry, but not angrier than the woman herself, at fury’s revelation that he had wanted to trap natasha there with you as a last-ditch effort to get the symbiote calm enough to come out. it had happened in the containment cell, he had hoped it would happen again in the compound. natasha couldn’t believe his incredulity. 

steve had to hold her back from killing him with her own bare hands. 

– 

we are all you need. your suit had once been the representation of the best parts of yourself. the representation that, once you donned it on, you were an avenger, and you had the ability to save those who couldn't save themselves. that you were doing good by the world.

now, you were trapped in a suit that was once your pride and joy, morphed with a symbiote that was rapidly changing, and corrupting, the way your body and mind functioned. a suit that, in its pursuit to destroy the fire alarm that was triggered, had almost destroyed every part of the compound that rang the alarm through as well. 

now, you were all alone in a place you once called home. they’re not coming back. it is, and always will be, just us. 

– 

clint was the last one to hug natasha goodbye, while the rest of the team suited up in preparation to go back to the compound. “just like a normal mission. we’ll get her back, we’ll get your wife back.”

natasha worried that the last time she was barred from a mission entirely, you had come back within an inch of death. and that too, was because of her own actions.

“hey,” clint seemed to have read her thoughts, “it’s not your fault, okay? you can’t blame yourself for this. all you can do, is take care of yourself, and your baby. and we’ll do our part as the avengers, and her family, to bring her back.”

she hugged clint even tighter, tearfully asking him to promise on his words. he interlaced his pinky finger with hers. 

– 

clint was also the one who managed to find you first; you had strapped yourself in the very same containment cell where fury and osborn had conducted their tests, the access locked to prevent, or at the very least, slow down, venom’s transformation. 

the archer had never seen you look so deathly pale and thin. “hey, spider.”

he was careful with his words. you looked up at him, eyes never leaving his. clint continued, “we know what’s going on. and we’re sorry…that we couldn’t help you sooner.”

you frowned at his words, before a resigned, disappointed look took over your features. “you left me. all of you did.”

“we didn’t know.”

“it doesn’t matter,” the restraints began shaking, “none of you cared. none of you are ever on my side. not when i was on the brink of divorce with natasha, not when i was enduring her verbal abuse trying to get pregnant, not even when i needed you most. what makes the situation now different?”

clint tried the lock on the door. “that’s not…that’s not true.”

“you say that, but does your heart know the lies your tongue spat? your actions speak louder than words, clint.”

it was fury who pulled clint back, trying the lock again. this time, he was brave enough to look you in the eye, and ordered, “unlock this door.”

“you’ll die if you come in here.”

“then i deserve to die for what i have done to you. unlock this door, we have a cure for you. or even so, unlock this door and let me repent for my wrongs.”

we don’t need to be cured. we are not sick. you clenched your fist, the restraints barely holding venom’s outburst of anger. but you deserved a shot of being normal again, you deserved at least that, you thought, as you told fury the location of the keys. 

he then came close enough to where you were, ignoring the symbiote suit that had formed around yourself, and bravely reached out a hand. it took all it had in you to prevent venom from biting his hand off. 

he held your jaw, you leaned into his touch willingly. it was the first human interaction you had had in so long. fury was your closest friend. you could trust him. 

but then, he said, “and i’m so sorry for this.”

clint had slammed a button above, and instantly, the loudest, highest-pitched, sound burst into your eardrums. fury had placed the device right as he held your face. 

the cries that tore from your throat made clint look away for a brief moment in despair, letting fury out as he locked the cell again after. you writhed against your own restraints, venom broke free easily, but as the tendrils exploded into the viewing panel again, threatening to break the glass, natasha’s call came in.

“baby, can you hear me?” you were still screaming, despite her voice cutting through the high-pitched noise. “it’s me. can you listen to me? focus on me? let the symbiote fight its way out, all you have to do is focus on my voice.”

“can’t…” you panted. your body felt like it was on fire.

the symbiote’s suit was peeling off of you, the tiny tendrils now hanging free from your body and desperately grasping to hold on. “yes, you can. i know you can. you’re the strongest person i know, darling. such an amazing avenger, an amazing superhero.”

the pitch got higher. the pain of venom clinging on only got more excruciating. more of the symbiote was being pulled off of you. “you are so good to me, and to everyone else around you, you know? the best friend to fury, the smartest brain against tony’s, the kindest mentor to peter.”

you were going to die. you were absolutely sure of it. somewhere, your spider senses had returned, feeling peter barging into the room and pulling something away from you. “and the best partner you are to me. loving me at my worst, sticking by me at my best. and you are going to be an even better parent, for our little one. you have to fight this, my love, you have to see your child being born. i…i have to see you again.”

peter’s hands grabbed you. when your eyes opened again, you saw him physically removing the remaining parts of the symbiote. you could see your old suit colours again. “i’ll be waiting for you at home, my love. come home to me, will you?”

you grabbed the last of the symbiote off of you then, tearing it off with a final scream as peter caught it mid-air, stuffing it back into the container it came from. 

he caught you as you fell, removing his mask as he cried out your name. it was the first time he had saved someone so close to him. nothing had ever hit as close to home as this. 

– 

it took close to a week for the doctors to fully nurse you back to health, another two for the physical therapy needed, and two final weeks that you were kept under their close supervision in your recovery. natasha stayed by your side throughout. 

SHIELD’s lawyers estimated a few years before suing oscorp would be successful. you wanted to save them the hassle by accepting norman’s generous payout, natasha wasn’t so kind. 

dr. cho suggested a full year of therapy before you could return to active duty. you were reluctant to miss out on so much. natasha was adamant in preventing you from choosing otherwise. 

she reminded you, everyday since you regained consciousness in the hospital bed, that she was going to be there for you, whether you liked it or not. you had tried convincing her otherwise, that you were giving her the option to leave you, to find someone better, someone who wasn’t a failure and could be an actual partner and parent of her child, but your response had only been met with teary eyes and a slap to your wrist that you knew was her being gentle. had you been in full health, she would have punched you in the face. 

you endured her helping to wash your face, her changing your clothes, her feeding you, and her waiting for you to fall asleep before she did, throughout those painful weeks. natasha thought your stone cold reaction to all that was only normal, and her love never changed for you. 

she didn’t know you only cried when she went home in those rare occurrences where the team had forced her to, and someone was placed to watch over you. 

she didn’t know you screamed and cried when someone else tried feeding you, or changing your clothes. she didn’t know you tried begging fury to bar her from coming back until you were well enough to take care of yourself again. 

or at least you thought she didn’t know. 

but natasha had always known you struggled to let your own facade fall in front of anyone. that you always thought being there for others gave you the perfect excuse not to let others be there for you too. 

and she knew it was time for her to be the shoulder you leant on for support. 

—

“i know this is hard for you,” she said as she massaged your fingers one day. you had always been doing it for her since the start of her pregnancy, “all of this.” 

you hated how it was hard to even grip a fork well enough to feed yourself now. the symbiote had ruined your nervous system. 

natasha held your face now. you flinched; the last time someone did, you had been in the most excruciating pain of your life.  “but you need to know i love you. and i’m not going anywhere. by default your son is too. we’re here for you, but you need to let us in. you need to let us be here for you.” 

the woman watched you shut your eyes in anger, shaking your head, before tears began streaming down your face. your hand was trying to hold hers then, the grip faint, but strong enough to let natasha know. she held it back tightly. “i…don’t know how.” 

“lay it all out to me. tell me everything that’s bothering you. cry if you need to. i’m your wife, baby, you can cry in front of me. nothing is going to change my love for you.” 

“but this is all my fault. my mistakes. i caused you so much pain, and fear, and trouble. i can’t let you be the one to pick up my pieces. it’s too much.”

“but you’ve always picked up my broken pieces. since day one.” 

you had wanted to say it’s different, or i would’ve gladly done it all over again and more, but you knew the answers to those responses would have been it’s not so different and the feeling is mutual. 

natasha’s hair was a bit of a mess then. she hadn’t had the chance to comb and braid it ever since she had been shuffling back and forth for her appointments, settling things for your return home, and being there for you through it all. yet, she still looked like the most beautiful woman alive to you. 

but you still wanted to make her feel better, obviously. “c-can i braid your hair? while i try…to tell you what i feel?” 

the warm, shy smile that she sported reminded you of all the reasons why you had fallen so hard for her. “of course.” 

she sat up from her spot beside you. you carefully picked up the two rubber bands she gave you, brushing and arranging her hair to form the foundations for her braids. 

with your fingers in her hair, natasha heard you finally admit, “i hate myself. i hated everything about myself, except for my abilities, and my job. they helped me stay sane, reminded me that i was useful, and contributing to this world. they helped ground me when my own head convinced me i deserved everything i’ve lost and faked my way through everything i’ve earned. venom took everything of that away from me.” 

your hands began tying her hair. “you’re all i have left now. but in there, while i was under its control, all i could remember was how badly i treated you, when you were in your first few weeks of pregnancy. it reminded me just how shit of a person i was to the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” 

then, natasha felt your head against her spine. “it reminded me that i was nothing without you, nat.” 

then, your head shook as you took in a shaky, choked up breath. “right after, it cruelly reminded me that i didn’t deserve you too. that by losing all control, i was pushing you away and hurting you, and our baby. and that if i tried letting you in, i would just be dragging you down with me.” 

“so i had to be strong. i had to rely on myself, i had to go through this myself. i deserved this. i didn’t deserve you.” 

there was silence. the beeping from your heart rate machine the only noise in the room, natasha finally held your hand with hers after you finished her braids, and placed it on her belly. she leaned back into your touch, and while you flinched at the physical contact, still in fear that you could hurt her, she was insistent. 

finally, you felt two strong, consecutive kicks against her belly, and natasha sucked in a breath. “he likes to kick when you’re around. and it hurts sometimes, but your voice calms him down. he knows.”

“...knows what?”

“that you’re safe. that your presence means he’s safe, and i’m safe. he can get excited, but he knows he’s in good hands when you’re here with me. our son trusts you even before he’s gotten to know you, baby.”

natasha could feel your pout, and held your hand tighter. “so don’t you say that you are not enough, or that you don’t deserve any good things in this world, because you do. i wasn’t lying when i called you in there, you know? it wasn’t some master ploy or trick fury had gotten me to do, calling you. you really are a wonderful person, the best partner and parent you can ever be. the symbiote must have known too. i know now it feels a little hopeless, and you’re a little bit lost, but that was how i felt when i first joined SHIELD, and the avengers. and you were there for me through it all. so now it’s your turn to be a little helpless and lost, and you’ve taught me that it’s perfectly fine to be, because now it’s also my turn to love you through it all.”

“i’ve got you, baby,” she said finally, feeling the wetness of your tears on the base of her neck. 

–

natasha rubbed comforting circles on your back on the first day that the team welcomed you home; the compound now rebuilt and repaired from what had happened previously before. you still struggled to look past the traumatic events there, but her touch helped you focus on the smiles on your friends’ faces then, as you nodded and accepted their welcome. 

she offered to write down what you had wanted to say in your paperwork, when your hand began to ache and the pain from the damage to your nervous system returned on late nights. in those moments, your brain worked faster than your hands, which led to frustrated sighs and temple rubbing coming from your end. natasha knew it was her cue to help you out in those moments. she knew you so well. 

in return, you would get up minutes later to fix her a warm drink, fingernails digging into your palms at the anger you had for yourself. she would demand those hands to be holding her throughout, to at least not allow yourself to hurt your own hands. you thanked her by always massaging her swollen feet later; one of the few things you could still do well. 

natasha ran you warm baths and coaxed you to take them with her after your therapy sessions, allowing you to wash her hair and worship her body as she provided a space for you to talk about your feelings during the session. she didn’t know how much they helped take the burden off your back. 

and of course, natasha fought for you to return to mentoring peter, even when you weren’t confident in your abilities anymore. she convinced you he would benefit from more than just physical training, but also a strong support system in his personal life as well. and now that you were off of missions for a while, you had the time to be around for him. 

the first day you prepared to pick the boy up from school, tony teased you that she was getting you to practise parenting, but you didn’t seem to mind. 

– 

you had thought peter would be a little embarrassed, at being picked up at such an age. god knows how you felt when you were his age and fury made sure that you got to the compound straight after school, all those years ago. to be safe, you parked your car a little out of the way of the high school, but peter had waved to you the moment he was out, excitedly introducing you to his friends, ned and MJ, as he saw you climb out. 

you took him to lunch, spending a few hours asking how he was finding the web slinging and schoolwork balance, and subsequently scolding him a little, as he admitted he had been prioritising the latter a little less since he became an avenger. 

and at the end of the day, when you brought him back to the compound to help him with his homework, you thought back about just how young he was. it would’ve been unfair to have subjected him to the symbiote. you would’ve felt much more guilty knowing he had to go through what you went through. he’s just a kid. you didn’t make a mistake taking the symbiote in. 

“what was it like?” he cut through your thoughts, putting his pen down. “in there? inside the symbiote?”

you took a while to think about your answer, ultimately deciding to be honest. “physically, i was only in pain when the symbiote got angry and wanted to hurt people. but mentally, i was drained all the time. it was corrupting me from the inside; telling me my greatest fears and instigating me to do just what i swore i never would do to anyone when i took the avengers’ oath. it was…not a fun experience.”

he furrowed his eyebrows, before shrugging. “i never would’ve been able to do what you did.”

“i pray you never have to go through what i went through.”

“but it’s…part of the job, right? of being, us?”

you wanted to correct him, or even lie, that he could possibly avoid such situations, but you knew that when push comes to shove, it really was. you only hoped he had a natasha of his own when his time came. 

“if it does happen to you…something like this…you need to be ready to let go, i guess. to have someone to lean on, to have someone love you like…natasha loved me. that was the only way i managed to survive.”

“lucky you, huh?”

you smiled, thinking of your wife then. “yes, lucky me.” 

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff #black widow #marvel cinematic universe #venom! reader #venom symbiote

[babeyvenus]

Venom?

Tasm! Peter x Venom! Reader

Ch. 4

Peter led you back home, now on high alert. He didn't let you get up to get anything without him unless you needed to use the bathroom.

Any other time, he had you laying down in bed. It bugged you a bit, but it was sweet of him to be so worried.

Does he taste sweet, though?

You paused. What the fuck. Taste??? Why would you want to taste him?

Sensing your sudden discomfort and silence made him glance over to you. "You okay?", he asked for the umpteenth time.

You force a smile on your face, giving him a nod. "Mhm." His eyes narrowed a bit but he didn't press you.

Hungry.

The voice made you flinch a bit which made Peter stand. "What's wrong?"

You shook your head. "Just feeling hungry right now.", you rushed. He nodded. "What're you feeling up to? Take out? Pizza?"

You nod. "Pizza sounds nice. Just something to get in my system."

Peter nodded, grabbing his phone to call for delivery. He would've gone out to get you some other foods, but didn't trust himself to leave you alone again.

After he finished, he hung up and sighed softly, glancing at you again. "You sure you're okay?"

You couldn't give him much of an answer, considering there wasn't much he could do. "I don't even know, P. One minute I've got a booming headache, the next I'm hearing the same voice and the pain goes away once it's satisfied. I'm trying as much as I can to make sure it stays satisfied so it can shut up."

Once you say that, a warning growl echoes in your head.

He looked at you, worried and dejected. "I don't like feeling helpless.", he says, sitting on the bed next to you. You nodded. "I know. That's what sucks."

"I don't wanna say whatever this thing is might be corrupting you or infecting you…", he shrugs and shakes his head. "I don't know what to call it. The only word I can think of is parasite, since it's living off of you."

Parasite!?

The loud voice booms in your ears, making you flinch and cover them. "I think you just said a very bad word.", you whispered. Peter looks at you in confusion and worry. "What, Para—" You quickly covered his mouth. "Yes, that word. Don't say it again."

Nodding, he shuts his lips and you remove your hand. The voice quiets down and you sigh in relief. "I've never been so glad for silence.", you say, giving Peter a weak smile.

"It's that loud, huh?", he joked.

"Very.", you replied. Snuggling up to him, you laid your head on his chest, receiving an arm around you in return.

The soft beats against your ear makes you want to shut your eyes and hide away from the world.

"Comfy?" Peter interrupts your thoughts.

You nod, smiling. "Your heart's beating really fast." He huffed out a chuckle. "Could've mistaken that for yours. Yours is going a mile a minute."

The peace doesn't last long once the doorbell starts ringing obnoxiously, which causes you to flinch away from Peter, and cover your ears in pain.

"What!? What's-", his heart dropped in realization. Loud noises. The thing can't stand loud noises. He stored that information in the back of his mind.

Thrashing around made Peter panic between trying to calm you down and going for the door instead.

Trembling from the sudden quiet, you drop your arms and glance at him. He made his way over to you, scooping you in his arms. "It's over. I got you.", he reassures. You curled up, letting out a sigh.

He opened the front door, quickly taking the pizza and slamming the door in the deliverer's face before setting the pizza box on the table and coming to your aid.

Like before, darkened veins appeared on your skin as they enlarged. To Peter, he'd already stopped the doorbell from ringing more, but to you and the intruder in you, the ringing echoed until it stopped.

"I don't think you can even listen to music anymore.", he tried to joke. You shook your head. "Silence sounds so good right now."

"And pizza?", he asked. You nodded, giving him a weak smile. He slipped away, sitting you up on your bed frame before leaving to get the pizza box.

He couldn't imagine how painful it was. To see that something like loud noises could trigger the thing made him paranoid. His hearing was very good, but not that sensitive.

What if it was something louder? If not a doorbell, what else would he have to protect you from? Car horns? Sirens? Was yelling too loud? Did your own screams hurt you back at the hospital?

His thoughts constantly jumbled together and you could see it on his face. "Your thoughts are loud.", you say, snapping him out.

His eyes widened. "You can read my mind too?" You snorted and shook your head. "No, you're just an open book. Quit worrying."

He huffed, sitting next to you. "I can't help that. I worry about you because I care. I should've taken you home that night."

"But you did.", you say. He gives you a grimace. "I meant before finding you passed out in an alley I specifically told you not to go walking through."

"Now it's my fault?", you ask, raising an eyebrow. Peter quickly responded, "Your words, not mine."

Rolling your eyes with a smile, you take a slice, humming in satisfaction of the food.

After eating plenty of slices and leaving the rest for Peter, you sighed in relief. "You doing okay?", Peter asked. Only having energy to nod, you did.

Everything felt content for however long it'll last until both of you perked up to the sound of sirens speeding down the street.

"Dammit.", Peter mumbled and looked down at you. "I don't wanna leave you alone."

You gave him a soft smile, trying to reassure him. "I think I'll be fine without you babysitting me, Pete. Go be Spiderman."

He bit his lip before sighing and nodding. "Okay. Okay." He pressed a kiss to your forehead before going for your window. He paused and looked back at you, "Just... Call if you get a weird feeling. Please."

You nod, giving him a light push. "You're gonna be late.", you laugh with a whine. A smile appearing on his face, he opened your window. "Love you.", he says.

Grinning, you walk over to kiss his cheek. "I love you. Now, go.", you say, and he chuckled, swinging out of the window.

You watch him leave before letting out a sigh and closed the window. "Please, don't let anything happen to today.", you begged to no one special.

#tasm peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker #tasm x reader #tasm imagine #tasm #tasm peter x reader #tasm peter x venom reader #venom #marvel #andrew garfield!peter parker #andrew garfield peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker x black female reader #tasm peter parker x black reader

[jojooasis]

I would LITERALLY treat Venom like the most precious, most valid, most important symbiote in all the multiverse. Venom is pretty 🌹

#slasher fucker #slasher fandom #halloween #x black reader #x black fem reader #Venom is baby girl #I do make the rules

[c-nstantine]

is it socially acceptable to simp for venom now?

#venom #venom symbiote #x black!reader