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lonelydreamxer · 3 months ago

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empty baskets

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Placement: dating era; a few weeks after 'the warmest bed i've ever known'

Summary: Tom makes a concerning discovery on laundry day

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning/s: steamy moments at the end; insecure Reader; mentions of previous cheating from exes; mentions of former toxic relationships [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: cinnamon roll bf Tomathy hours

The sound of the front door to his house closing alerted Tom of your return, a smile stretching across his face when you called out his name.

"In the laundry room, sweetheart. I'll be with you in a minute," he answered.

"Remember to separate your lights and darks." He could practically hear the amused smile on your face as you said the words.

His heart swelled at the comfortable humorous tone that you'd taken, at the familiarity that had woven its way into your exchanges, no matter how minuscule they might have been to anyone who would have been listening. After the scare of nearly losing you just under a month ago, he knew better than to take any moment with you for granted.

Tom dropped a final black running shirt into the load and was just about to start it, when he finally noticed what had felt off about this particular chore. What he had been feeling off about the past few weeks.

None of the clothes in the wash were yours. Not a single garment.

I must have missed them, he thought to himself, going through the other basket, brows furrowing together when he found it was just as empty as the one in his hand.

You'd been staying with him for the last two weeks, and he knew that you changed clothes. That was, at least during the times when the two of you were clothed in the house.

And yet despite that, he couldn't find a single item of your clothing in this room. Which led him to believe that you were keeping them in a laundry bag. Probably where you stashed your suitcase, in the entry way coat closet.

Only thing was that your laundry bag was nowhere to be found, and your suitcase was suspiciously heavier than it was yesterday morning. "Y/N?" he called out to you, unable to help the smile on his face when you peeked your head out from the study.

"What's up?"

"Anything you need to put in the wash, sweetheart?"

The confusion worsened when you shook your head. "Nope, I'm all good." And then you gave him a smile that was so strained it filled him with a sense of dread. The same kind of dread that he felt when he came home not two weeks ago to find you curled up in a chair, mumbling words that threatened to turn his world asunder had he not stopped you.

What were you hiding?

He made his way over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders, heart thundering in his chest when he saw the avoidant look in your eyes. Like you were desperately trying to scour your mind for a way out.

Just like you were that night he showed up at your doorstep. When you blurted out how you felt about him and promptly tried to take it back, denying you said anything at all. "You don't need to hide anything from me, goddess," he said carefully, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "I want you to know that."

"My dirty clothes are in the Four Seasons, I have a room booked there to keep my things," you blurted out, the words rushing out of you with a sheepish look on your face. "That's where I went this morning, to grab a new set of clothes and…anything else I might need."

Tom took in a deep breath, unaware that he'd been holding it while awaiting your answer. A weight was somewhat lifted from his chest, though there was still the lingering fear that somehow part of this secret was in the form of another person.

It had happened before, with previous relationships. And while he felt that fear significantly less when you were around, it still lingered…and festered into something that had the potential to be crippling if it ever turned out to be true.

Even if it was fairly early on in the relationship, he knew in the depths of his soul that this would be his last. You would be the one he spent the rest of his life loving, the one he would build his future with. And whether that future entailed marriage and children, it no longer mattered to him.

What mattered, all that mattered, was that future would have you.

"Why?" he asked, silently pleading that the answer wouldn't involve his worst fears. He couldn't take that. Not from you.

"It's for…just in case," you said, barely audible. Your eyes began to mist over as you started trembling in his hold. "For if…and when…you get tired of having me around. Then I wouldn't have to scramble for a place to stay. Because it's already there prepped and waiting for me."

Your words completely stole the air from his lungs, quite possibly even stopped his heart. Tired of you? You did this because you were bracing yourself for the day he would tire of you?

"It happened before," you spoke again, choking the words out as you visibly fought against what he had no doubt were haunting memories from relationships past. "Long before, but still…it sucked. Not having anywhere to stay for a few hours, calling friends who suddenly pretended I was nobody to them because they took my ex's side. Calling hotels that were fully booked. I just wanted to be sure."

Suddenly your actions around his home filled him with a heartbreaking clarity. It wasn't just your clothes.

Not a single item on the bathroom counter was yours. You even kept your toothbrush in a little bag.

The meticulous way you'd place back every item in his study and pack away all your work in your tote before putting it in the entry way closet with your suitcase. He simply thought you were being tidy.

But it wasn't that simple.

Other than your very presence in his arms now, there wasn't a single trace of you to be found in this house. Everything you had here wasn't just easy to pack up in five minutes to have you out the door.

You wouldn't even need five seconds.

He couldn't think of what else to do at that moment other than pull you into a desperate kiss, weaving his fingers into your hair and holding you tight against him with his free arm. The tension that held on to his heart with a vice grip lessened somewhat when he felt your lips moving with his, your own hands grasping at the fabric of his shirt to bring him in even closer.

How could you not know that this was precisely where he wanted you? Always?

"I could never tire of you, goddess," he sighed against your lips when he broke the kiss. "I love you."

"I love you, too," you answered him with the faintest sniffle. "I need you to know that none of this is on you. You did nothing to make me feel this was what I should do, this is just…leftover self preservation. I don't know how to be any other way."

Tom took your hands in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "Perhaps we can find a new way together," he proposed, placing one last kiss on your ring finger. The one he wished to place a ring upon one day.

It didn't matter when.

He motioned towards the bedroom, threading his fingers between yours to lead the way. "Come with me. I want to show you something."

There was a slight guilt that pinched away at his heart, realizing that you never even so much as peeked into the closet or the dressers. Because if you had, you would have seen it sooner.

You would have seen that he'd set aside half the dresser storage, and half the closet.

He was so overtaken with the joy of finally having you with him, he failed to see the signs that you hadn't been moving as if you lived with him. You moved like a scrupulously careful guest in his home, making sure everything was exactly as it was before you arrived.

Always ready to leave at a drop of a hat.

When the light turned on in the walk-in closet, Tom could hear the air leave your lungs the moment you that half of the racks were empty. He held your hand as he opened the drawers on the empty side, showing you that they, too, had nothing inside.

"You're not a guest in my home, Y/N. I--I know that it might be too early for us, but I want more than anything for you to see this as our home. I can understand if you're not quite ready yet, but I want you to know that there's space here for you. I don't want you to have to throw away money for a hotel room that isn't even slept in."

"Money isn't an issue," you mumbled, your eyes still fixed on the space he'd freed up for you. When you eventually tore your gaze away, he could see the tears that were welling up. "It's just…I've taken care of myself for so long. It's all I know. No one I was with ever cared--"

"I care, sweetheart." He pulled you into his arms, sighing into your hair when he felt you return his embrace. "And I understand you wish to take care of yourself, but perhaps I could care for you, too?"

Your only response was to nuzzle your face against his chest, before nodding against him. "Maybe we can take care of each other."

He kissed the top of your head, leading you out the closet and reaching for his phone, already placing a call to his assistant. "I'll send for someone to retrieve your belongings from the Four Seasons and settle the bill. You don't have to unpack everything if you're not ready, but at least they'll all be here. And I know you mentioned that money isn't an issue for you, but it doesn't sit right with me knowing you're spending so much on an unused room."

A soft smile finally graced your features, and you visibly looked more relaxed as you agreed to his proposal. "Fine. But next time we stay at a hotel I'm paying."

"It's a date," he said, bringing your joint hands up to kiss the back of your hand.

A tiny smile tugged at the corner of your mouth as you sat on the floor of the closet, your carry-on splayed open beside you as you carefully placed your clothes in the open drawers that Tom freed up for you. Our home, his words replayed in your mind. The mere thought threatened to overwhelm you.

He really is trying to ruin me for everyone else but him, you thought to yourself, your mind wandering back to that note you buried deep in the vaults of your phone. You were seldom one to let your guard down anywhere other than your home, where every security measure had triple the redundancies just to make sure that vulnerabilities were minimized, if not eradicated completely.

In your line of work, the one starkly outside the path that brought you to the man you love, it wasn't just a "nice to have" to have multiple measures of security. The alternative was to be in a constant state of alertness. To always be ready to fight your way out.

You never knew there could be another way. A way where there were no backups, or backups for your backups. A way that no longer involved having a place ready for you in case you got kicked to the curb because your boyfriend decided to finally take up the offer of the office succubus.

Before you knew it, the carry-on was empty, other than your run of the mill weapons of choice for self-defense. But you decided against placing that anywhere within reach, instead zipping the compartment closed before closing and locking the luggage.

There was no need for it here.

The door to the closet opened, the sight of your boyfriend walking in wearing only a pair of grey sweatpants making you smile and bite your lip. "Well hey there," you greeted him, placing your hand in his and letting out a little giggle when he helped you to your feet before pulling you into a kiss.

"Just need a few more pieces to put in the wash, darling," he murmured against your lips. "Four, to be exact."

He worked his hands under your shirt and pulled it over your head, proceeding to work his way under the waistband of your joggers.

"Three…" You held on to his shoulders to keep upright, a teasing smirk on his face as he hooked his fingers underneath your panties. "Two…" In one smooth motion, he tugged them downwards, both garments falling to your feet, your boyfriend letting out a sinful guttural sound when you were bared to him.

Then your feet left the ground, him lifting you by the backs of your thighs and coaxing you to wrap your legs around him as he brought you back into the bedroom. He laid you down on the bed, lustful darkened blue eyes raking over your body before he reached for the waistband of his own sweats.

"One…"

A/N: Where can I order one of these cinnamon roll Tomathy-shaped boyfriends? Asking for myself--

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lonelydreamxer · 3 months ago

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me thinking about t100 in 2025 is CRAZYYYYY WORK... it's never over, i fear... and ofc my thoughts drifted back to you... 🚬🚬🚬 how r you, mags? :)

omg hi eleni bby!!!!! unfortunately my t100 brain rot is permanent so it's always on my brain lmao. but I'm honored it made u think of me 💓 it's crazy that it popped into your brain though bc we have a big sub rosa anniversary coming up in May and I've been thinking about how to celebrate!! you've all been on my mind lately :')

how are you doing?? 💗

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lonelydreamxer · 5 months ago

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Can you do "chapter titles" about Dark Romance?

Dark Romance Chapter Titles

-> feel free to edit as you see fit.

Eclipsed Hearts

Shadowed Affection

Descent into Desire

Crimson Entwined

Veil of Temptation

Sinful Embrace

Forsaken Love

Broken Chains of Passion

Midnight's Captive

Darkened Devotion

Embers of Obsession

Twilight's Bond

Chained by Shadows

Lust in the Dark

The Haunting of Love

Graveyard Hearts

Nocturnal Vows

Bloodhound Love

Midnight's Embrace

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lonelydreamxer · 6 months ago

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Venom lends a tendril (hand?)

Eddies hips pump roughly into yours; his chest draped tight over your back. Not an inch of space between either of your bodies as your ass bounces back against him. A jumble of half muffled moans and mewls filling the air; eddies bicep cluched around your throat.

The lack of clear oxygen makes you dizzy and paired with the rate he fucks into you, breathless is far from the word.

"Taking it so well.. Our dearest girl.. So good for us" venoms voice coos out from above; the deep drawl a difference from the grunts Eddie makes behind you, his thrusts picking up and punching so deep that it makes your eyes roll.

"F-feels so good" you garble, pushing back against him harder, faster, chasing the simmering pleasure in your gut. Your eyes fluttering shut, an inky black tendril emerging from the back of Eddie's right shoulder. It slips down around you, contorting across your middle until it dips further; searching out the puffy flesh of your clit and flicking against it.

Pleasure burns through you as eddies hips begin to stutter; trying to hold off his own orgasm as venom pushes you into your own. "E-Eddie..vee- m' cumming, fuck!"

A choked sob fills the bedroom, tears slipping salty down your lips onto Eddie's bicep. Your sopping cunt convulsing around the length of him, body trembling in their grasp.

The feeling has Eddie pressing deep inside- until you can feel him against your cervix in a heavy prod, no longer thrusting but grinding desperately as he pants breathless into your ear.

Then, the same tendrils that had brought you to release also bring Eddie to his- what with the way they dip to swipe against his balls, seeking out that little spot behind them that has a broken noise rumbling from Eddie. Repeated expletives dropping from his mouth as he stills, cock pulsing ropes of hot cum into you with each pleasure ridden twitch of your cunt.

"Did so well for us sweet girl"

You hear venom praise again from besides you as you drop to your front, eddie pulling out with a hiss as he flops down himself; the mattress sounding disgruntled at the move.

"Love you. My boys" you murmer sleepily, Venoms inky face bobbing gently besides you with a wide, all tooth grin. Your eyes flicking from Eddie's to the white brightness of vee's, flicking a soft yet exhausted grin at them both, the tendrils slowly retreating home inside eddies naked form.

Something slightly different.. Is it anything?? Idk.. But i did have fun throwing it together?? Praying its not too ooc but lemme know whatcha think!! <3

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lonelydreamxer · 6 months ago

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Venom lends a tendril (hand?)

The lack of clear oxygen makes you dizzy and paired with the rate he fucks into you, breathless is far from the word.

Pleasure burns through you as eddies hips begin to stutter; trying to hold off his own orgasm as venom pushes you into your own. "E-Eddie..vee- m' cumming, fuck!"

A choked sob fills the bedroom, tears slipping salty down your lips onto Eddie's bicep. Your sopping cunt convulsing around the length of him, body trembling in their grasp.

The feeling has Eddie pressing deep inside- until you can feel him against your cervix in a heavy prod, no longer thrusting but grinding desperately as he pants breathless into your ear.

"Did so well for us sweet girl"

You hear venom praise again from besides you as you drop to your front, eddie pulling out with a hiss as he flops down himself; the mattress sounding disgruntled at the move.

Something slightly different.. Is it anything?? Idk.. But i did have fun throwing it together?? Praying its not too ooc but lemme know whatcha think!! <3

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lonelydreamxer · 6 months ago

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Kinktober Day 5: Birthday Sex

Eddie Brock x GN! Reader

Summary: Being Eddie's birth you decide to get him away from work in your special ways.

Warnings: Smut, Flashing, Eddie on the phone, Venom being Venom

Kinktober Masterlist

Minors do not interact!

Tying a light knot on the robe, knowing it won't be there for long, you look in the mirror, fixing the little things. Hearing Eddie still on the phone, stressing over some new info.

Venom was too focused on the TV to notice your absence, taking a final look at yourself, then walking out to see the back of Eddie chatting away. Rolling your eyes, playing with the knot to the robe, walking to the side of Eddie yet still not being in the line of his sight.

Watching as he wrote something down in his notepad, waiting for him to finish, seeing his cute demeanor listening intently to the person on the phone. Loving your idea even more, as Eddie didn't deserve to have the stress of work on his birthday. Smiling as he looked up in surprise at you and what you have on.

Seeing the gears turn in his head, you untie the robe, showing what he's missing, holding back your laugh as his eyes widen. Hearing as he stuttered on the phone, trying to end the call, only making it harder to hold back, walking away to the bedroom you hear him trip trying to get to you.

Making it into the bedroom, feeling his arms wrap around as his kisses start on your neck, tilling your head the other way, welcoming him in. Feeling as hands grab with his moans of approval rumbling into your skin, peeling his hands away, then turning to face him, connecting your lips.

Leading you to the bed, feeling it touch the back of your legs, then pushing you down. Both catching your breaths seeing his focused face.

Swimming where you lay watching as he unbuttoned his pants, then taking off his shirt, showing what you missed since last night, climbing onto the bed while pulling the robe up. Hearing him further undoing his pants with one hands, using the other to play with you.

Not caring for the others in the building, "Eddie." You moan, making him move faster. Finally pulling out his hardening cock, not wasting any time, he slowly sinks himself into you. Gasps and cures exchanged while you held onto each other.

Slowly starting up, his thrusts took up every inch of you as the warmth of you welcomed him further. Moans and the creaking of the bed filled the room as his thrusts picked up quickly, causing your nails dig into him. Head rolling back, allowing his kisses to pick up on your neck while echoing his moans into your ear.

Hearing his breathy moans makes you swim in the haze of knowing it's because of you, feeling the swimming travel down, starting up in your stomach. Squirming under him as you build up inside, whether Eddie knew you couldn't hold back.

Spilling under him, gasping out, "Eddie," allowing your head to fall back further with your eyes following, hearing your moans lead him to his high. Tightening his grip as his sloppy hips come to an end, he cures out, landing back in your neck, catching his breath once again.

The room fell silent, only filling with your breaths catching up. Picking himself back up, then slowly pulled out, rolling over laying next to you. Cuddling close to you looking into your eyes, his hand raises cupping your face, kissing you again more sweetly, making you smile, then moving closer.

Breaking the kiss looking into his eyes you don't notice a familiar blob coming out, "Happy Birthday, Eddie," Venom's voice says, breaking the moment.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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lonelydreamxer · 6 months ago

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KEEP QUIET , BABY

synopsis ; just you riding eddie cause he’s drunk and horny. notes ; bruh i honestly don’t know , drunk!eddie , semi-public sex (no one can see it but it’s a public setting) , venom talking eddie is in bold (only once though)

“come on.” he slurs, pushing you in the big stall. he was giggling to himself, or something venom said to him. he locks the door before stumbling towards you, slotting his lips on yours.

“eddie, you’re drunk.” you manage to say in the kiss. “i don’t care. you’re not either way, babe.” he twirls the both of you so your back is facing the stall door.

he flips the lid of the toilet down, pulling his pants down and sitting on the lid. “fuck, i need you baby.” you pull your bottoms off while he struggles to pull his boxers off, laughing at himself.

“you’re an idiot, eddie.” venom criticizes how drunk and loopy he is. “i’m tryin’ , vee.”

the boxers drop to his knees. he pulls you on his lap, his length slipping in you easily due to how wet you were. “eddie.” you gasp. you needed to adjust to his size a bit.

it’s been a while since you and him had sex since vee always wanted to be the protector of san antonio at night.

“move, baby.” he grabs your ass, squeezing a bit.

getting caught wasn’t even on your mind at this point. every time you bounced, he grunted and whined. “eddie, hush.” the alcohol made him more sensitive than usual.

or maybe because you were clenching around him so much.

he couldn’t hold it in anymore. his moans were probably heard from outside the bathroom. “baby, you’re being too loud.” you chuckle, putting a hand over his mouth.

he whined as you moved a little slower. “baby!” his hands traveled underneath your shirt and bra, playing with your breasts.

if there was one thing you liked about eddie when he was drunk was how vulnerable he would get. sexually or not. he was always cute to see.

his hips plunge into you, eddie now taking over. “you were taking too long.” he removes your hand off his mouth. he squeezed on your breasts from time to time; a way from him to contain his moans.

”fuck, you looked so hot earlier. and now you’re all fucked on my cock.” he teases, biting your neck. “i love you. i fucking love you.” he slaps your ass, triggering you to let go unexpectedly.

“fuck!” you cry out. your eyes rolled back as his hips pistons in you harshly.

his teeth sinks in you before you feel his load pour into you. “fucking shit.” he groans. “i don’t think i’m drunk anymore.” he chuckles.

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lonelydreamxer · 6 months ago

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Eddie Brock Smut Imagines (GN)

*TW! NSFW! Praise kink, degrading, teasing, orgasm denial, rough, pet names, overstimulation, oral, if there’s anything I might have missed please let me know!*

Eddie’s a tease. And he’s good at it. You act like a brat for long enough, you aren’t coming for a while. Trust me.

This man loves you unconditionally and doesn’t want to hurt you in any way so at first he keeps it soft, sweet and vanilla.

Once he becomes more and more comfortable, he starts to show some of his other kinks.

✨AFTERCARE KING✨ Bubble bath? He’ll do it! Snack(s)? Coming up! He won’t let you get up or do anything. He’ll cuddle you afterwords and play with your hair and talk with you if you don’t go right to sleep. Falls asleep with arms around you.

Rough sex with Eddie (and sometimes Venom) is ROUGH. I’ll leave it at that.

Has a MAJOR praise kink. He likes to give and receive with this. Call him a good boy and he just melts.

85 to 90% of the time he calls you honey or hun during and not during sex. Calls you his good girl and hun/honey for both praise and degrading/teasing. “That’s it, that’s my good girl you can take it.” “What’s wrong hun, to much for you?”

Absolutely LOVES the noises you make. Whimper, moan, sigh, your voice, doesn’t matter, he wants to hear you.

He’ll either ask you or move your hand away from your mouth himself or make you look at him so he can hear you. “I wanna hear you honey, please?”

Quite skilled at oral. His favourite thing is when you grab his hair and let him blow/eat you out. This man eats you out as if he’ll never eat again. (Venoms GREAT too 😂😗😙)

Can be loud, but he tries not to be.

Likes missionary and being able to see your face. He also likes it when you ride him as he sits up, against a wall or doggy style so he can whisper to you.

The things he whispers in your ear and the things that comes out of his mouth is FILTHY (in a good way).

Will let you top him.

Knows your body more than you do, knows what to do and where to touch to make you go wild.

*I hope you all like it, please let me know what you’d like me to write or GIF imagines you want me to make and I’ll make them as soon as I can. Good day/night loves!*

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lonelydreamxer · 6 months ago

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Flufftober 2024 - 29 Eddie Brock / Venom

Y/N had met Vee during a Halloween party.

A little intimidated by the crowd and not knowing anyone, she had stayed in her corner for a good part of it, until this giant with his incredible costume came to talk to her.

It would be a lie to say that she had not found him adorably charming, and she would have liked them to be more than friends, if he had not spent most of the time talking to her about his Eddie.

It was obvious that there was something strong and unique between Vee and this Eddie, even if he did not seem to appreciate him at his true value.

"He never agrees with me… He wants to control everything !" he had sobbed against her shoulder. "He says that I won't even be good at cleaning toilets."

"That's not nice. Maybe this relationship is not very healthy."

"But I love Eddie. He takes care of me and even though he's a stupid loser, he tries a lot. Maybe… Maybe I'm too hard on him."

"It's normal to have expectations from your partner. You need to sit down and communicate, to see what's wrong and find solutions."

"You're right, little morsel ! You're a good friend !"

Obviously very busy, Vee kept in touch with her by calling her almost every night and sending her messages, but never having time to see her.

He used Eddie's phone, while he slept. Before meeting her, Vee had never seen the point of having one, and he contacted her secretly because he found it funny to have a secret all to himself.

"But I'll tell him at some point, because we share everything. We're in symbiosis, we're one."

"That's cute. Do you think he'll be angry ?"

"No. Scared maybe."

"Oh." she wondered. "Is he the jealous type ? He'll be afraid that I'll steal you from him ?"

"I'd rather be afraid that he'll steal you from me, I think he'll love you a lot. And that's why he'll be afraid for you. He'll think I want to eat your brain."

Sometimes she didn't understand everything he said, but she found him funny and considered that he simply had a particular sense of humor.

But after several months of talking to him, he finally ended up running into him while a guy was trying to take her purse in an alley.

Vee jumped from a rooftop, growled at the thief, grabbing him with one hand, before biting his head off. Then he turned to Y/N, smiling.

"Eddie, she's my friend."

"Y/N ?" a voice that seemed to come from inside him asked. "Great, Vee, she's not going to freak out at all because you just killed someone. I already told you to go get some chickens if you were hungry."

"You never let me do anything ! He was mean ! He was attacking my Y/N !"

"Let me talk to her, okay ? So I don't traumatize her more than necessary."

In the end, Venom was an alien, and Eddie his host, a man not as horrible as she had imagined, simply trying to keep his symbiote from doing too much mischief so that they wouldn't be spotted by the government.

They fought often but they couldn't live without each other. Literally for Venom, even if they also loved each other too much to want to be apart.

As he had expected, the human had panicked a bit when he learned that he had a friend, that she didn't really know what he was, and that they were therefore putting her in danger just by talking to her. But Eddie had understood that she was important. He had felt it.

When Vee said that they shared everything, he was dead serious.

"I showed him a picture of you. He got an erection."

"Vee !" Eddie shouted, trying to silence the head floating next to his shoulder. "Shut up ! Those are not things to say ! Excuse him."

"Why ? I like Y/N, and you like her too, and she likes us. Her pheromones don't lie."

"Vee ! You're making everyone uncomfortable, stop."

"See ? He never agrees, he controls everything."

Y/N saw clearly, now understanding many things that had seemed a bit strange to her. She could have run away, but despite this surprising discovery, she really liked Vee, and Eddie seemed as charming as he was.

So she suggested that they spend the next Halloween, all together this time.

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lonelydreamxer · 6 months ago

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Kinktober day 24

Edddie Brock/Venom + Symbiosis

Just got back from the Venom movie, and sadly I didn’t enjoy it very much. But it did rekindle my love for Eddie and Venom. Readers got a symbiote named Whistle.

This probably has what counts as mild body horror in it? Just symbiotes being weird and bonding.

no spoilers for Venom: The Last Dance.

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Date nights were an experience nowadays. Back when you and Eddie had just been the two of you, things had been much easier. You would go out for dinner, back when Eddie was a reporter and you a renowned professor at Empire State university. Back then you two could easily afford pricey dinners and way too expensive bottles of wine. Afterwards was a leisurely walk or drive back home, where you two would chuckle and sneak kisses as you pawed at each other. It regularly ended with you two barely making it to the couch before the passion took over.

Now though, with two symbiotes involved, having some privacy was hard. In the beginning it completely put a stop to your intimate life, even as Venom and Whistle both asked about it, or made raunchy comments.

But then the two symbiotes became involved in whatever you would call your relationship, Venom called it a polycule, Whistle called it a collection of passion and fornication. It did mean you and Eddie never got to kiss in peace, Venoms tongue always sliding into your mouth, or threads of whistles white body slithering against Eddies face and neck.

The symbiotes were a species that reproduced asexually, Venom and Whistle had both told you and Eddie that. But for two being from an asexual species, they sure were horny. Whistle more than Venom it seemed. Venom liked the slow game, slowly teasing Eddie over a day, where Whistle liked to milk as much out of you as possible until you couldn’t feel your legs.

Nowadays Eddie wasn't a reporter, and you weren’t a professor. Hed been pretty much banned from New York, and the people who had chased him out came after you too, going as far as making it seem like you had tried to take potshots at Tony Stark of all people.

Then came the whole thing with the symbiotes, a black mass of writhing black sinking into Eddie, as the slurpy tentacled white pile that was Whistle sank into yours. It felt like how you imagined being devoured must feel, from the inside out. You could feel Whistle slithering throughout your body, sinking into your veins and filling your veins.

Their being was thick but thin, everywhere but nowhere, all at once. Some semblances of reality told you that you were on the floor, arching and gurgling like a drunk choking on their own vomit, but all you could focus on was how Whistle seemed to fill all the empty crevices of your being, before they settled.

Eddie wasn’t faring much better, but he and Venom got themselves together first. You and Whistle had only bonded perfectly when you four were outside the facility, you thrown over Eddies, Venoms? Shoulder as they fled. Whistles voice was scratchier and higher pitched than Venom, it reminded you of those screamo artists whose voices were so raspy that it was hard to understand.

Many things happened after that, from other symbiotes to serial killers, there really was no way to put it all into words. It felt like you two, four, never had a moment of rest until it all was over, and you could slump down in the ransacked apartment you shared.

It was Venom and Whistle that wanted to go on a date night first, deciding that going out as the lethal protectors counted as such, you and Eddie mostly being dragged along for the ride. They swam and devoured fish, drank stolen alcohol even if it didn’t affect them, and settled on the bed to swirl their long tongues together like a pair of snakes.

It felt like an out of body experience, almost. With Venoms inky black hands rubbing up and down Whistles shiny white torso, their beings melting together before reforming again somewhere else, their black and white swirling together in a hypnotizing pattern.

The two symbiotes curled their mass from your faces, letting Eddie and you sloppily roll your much smaller and less flexible tongues together, filling the room with the wet smacking and sucking noises your kissing made. You could feel Whistle and Venoms masses sliding between you, swapping places yet staying at the same time, they were everywhere and nowhere, just like the first time you bonded with Whistle.

You could hear whistle purring in the back of your mind, strands of symbiotic mass rubbing against the surface of your brain, whether it was Venom or Whistle wasn’t something you knew, but it made you arch and gasp. The move was copied by Eddie, who’s eyes fluttered and flashed white for a moment, Venom bleeding through to the front for a moment before receding.

You didn’t even know where your cocks were in all that writhing mass. You could only guess Eddies thighs were pressed against your own, your two alien lowers rocking you back and forth, frotting you two together and smearing your torsos in your combined fluids.

Maybe it was all the cannibalism you had committed with Whistle inside you, but part of you wanted to devour Eddie. Like you could open up your chest cavity and pull him inside and become one, in the same way you did with Whistle and he with Venom.

The thought made all four of the beings on the bed moan, two human, and two alien, Venom conjuring that image to the front of your minds. Together you could be the greatest being. Apart you were all losers, but if you became one, then not even Knull could stop you.

It was hard to tell if you had cum during all of this, all pleasure centers of your body continuously stimulated by alien touches but inside and outside your body, Eddies arms wrapped around you, and you Eddie, trapped you in a moving cocoon of symbiote.

There was something fucking in and out of you, something Eddie must have been experiencing too from the way he moaned against your neck, Venom and Whistle pulling you harder together, as if they could somehow make you merge the same way they did.

Was it Venom or Whistle fucking you? or was it both? Which one of them had slithered a thin tentacle of symbiote down your cock, pressing cruelly against your prostate from the front and the back. Which one was massaging and sucking at your pecs at the same time? Which of your symbiote lovers was curled around your lungs and heart, squeezing them just enough to make your weak human body panic enough for it to become arousal.

Did it even matter? Together you four were something beautiful, something so inhumane it would be called demonic. But so many things were. When people didn’t understand, they feared, and God were Venom and Whistle worth fearing.

Eddie was keening against your neck, his sweaty face glued against your skin, his noises breathless and panicked, but so hot and aroused too. What were they doing? A mental flash of Eddies spine and ribs, intertwined by black and white symbiotic mass flashed before your minds eye, making you twitch and moan.

He had always been so needy and sensitive, even when it was just you fucking him. It was never enough, and back then you two just had to settle with the fact that you could never fill him enough for him to feel full. But now? Now it wasn’t just dirty talk or fantasy, it was so very real and fulfilling.

You could feel Venom sliding against your tongue from Eddies, like some strange thread of wiggling living saliva, Whistle meeting them halfway and coiling together into a knot. They had supressed your gag reflex a while ago, so you didn’t cough or gag as you felt symbiotic mass tickling the back of your throat from both the inside and outside. It all felt like too much all at once.

It was perfect, in its own sick unimaginable way. Something you couldn’t even have theorized back when you were still a respected professor, back when your days were filled with studying animals and humans.

The rumbling you could hear both inside and outside had to be your symbiotes purring, their intense rubbing, tugging, filling and emptying slowly ceased, instead starting to feel more like a full body massage. Your dick was aching and sore, honestly everything was sore in a way you couldn’t explain. Even your pores and blood veins ached pleasantly, like a muscle after a workout.

Eddie was limp and panting on top of you, arms still wound around you even as the symbiotes pulled back, focusing on cleaning you two up and getting watered and fed. “ever thought you’d be fucking aliens Brock?” you chuckle shakily, voice raspy from all the abuse your throat had been put through.

Eddie just grunted in reply, nuzzling his face a little further under your chin. “He has had many fantasies” Venom purred with a toothy smile, their pill shaped head hovering as tentacles rubbed you two clean. “But has he” Whistle hissed like an explosive, but a very pleased one at that.

You just huff a bit at the two, letting your eyes slide shut, ignoring how you felt Whistles mass run across your eyeballs to rub them clean before settling back against your spine, protecting your vital organs.

Venom and Whistle were still loosely draped over Eddie and you, acting more like a weighted blanket instead of a confining mass. Exhaustion was pulling at the edges of your mind, the purring of your symbiotes, Eddies slow breathing as he had fallen asleep almost immediately, and the influx of pleased chemicals in your brain acting like a lethal combination. Maybe date night wasn’t too bad, you did want a bit more of a warning next time…

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lonelydreamxer · 6 months ago

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Kinktober Day 5: Knotting

Eddie Brock x GN! Reader x Venom

Summary: Both you and Eddie still learning things about Venom even in the bedroom.

Warnings: Smut, Rough, Little bit of Eddie, Tongue, Licking, Pain, Knotting

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Head buried back into a pillow, feeling Eddie's hand continuously glide and grip your body, sweat mixing against pressed skin. Cock buried deep within your walls, unlocking an overflow of moans that echoed in your shared apartment.

Feeling as Eddie's hips grew sloppy, alerting you to the end of the heated night, only to watch as Venom took over. Engulfing your lover, trading Eddie's cock for his own.

Flooded with Venom's cock, sparking every nerve that lined your walls, the euphoric feeling causing your chest to rise and moans to grow in volume.

"Venom, p-please, I can't." You stutter for mercy, but he gives you none. Hearing as the bed thrusts against the wall matching his, both you and the bed threaten to break under Venom's feral hunger. Turned on by his labored breaths, hazily temped to push him back just to suck the alien off.

Having no chances on that plan, feeling as his grip grew stronger, groans growing louder, and hips and thighs pounding into yours, buckling as they do. Keeping a grip of your own on Venom, together building up your climaxes.

Taking no longer as Venom sped up, cracking the wooden headboard and bruising the back of your tights. All the chaos ends with both of you cumming loudly, the bliss overloading your bodies. Venom lending forward in shock at the first ever feeling of cumming, saliva dripping from his mouth onto your twitching body.

Coming down from the heavenly moment as your body sharply trades it for pain, hearing Venom's groans loudly, painfully putting the pieces together, it all being his doing.

Crying out for Venom, but only hearing his reverberated breathing as his tongue touches down, hot and wet, licking your neck with teeth grazing along, adding to the pool of pain. Hurting to move, you stayed still full of Venom's cum, hoping he wouldn't move either while stuck in you. Knotted together.

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lonelydreamxer · 6 months ago

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Safety First (Eddie Brock x Reader) Smut

Pairing: Eddie Brock x f!reader x Venom; Established relationship

Warnings: Fluff. Alien sex? Not technically a blowjob and fingering, but that. Threesome. Brief mention of fake car accident statistics.

Wordcount: 2k

[ A/N: Back at it again with the motorcycle sex. This is like my third fic with orgasms + motorcycles and I won't apologize. First Eddie x reader x venom fic though! Thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer for beta reading <3 ]

You don’t trust motorcycles. But now that you know about Venom, Eddie and his symbiote offer you a ride with safety guaranteed.

“I’m perfectly capable of calling an Uber.”

Eddie scoffed, pushing the helmet into your hands. “Come on. It’s ten blocks, tops.”

“You’re right, I’ll walk.” You handed it back to him curtly and made to turn back down the alley of the restaurant. It would be inclines all the way back up, but you would rather foot it than get on the back of Eddie’s metal death trap. You had always declined in the year you’d been seeing Eddie Brock, but now he suddenly thought you’d change your mind.

He thought you’d change your mind because now you knew. It had been almost a month since you found out about Venom. A month since you’d almost been mugged just outside his apartment, and he had landed from a three story jump right in front of you and a very startled mugger. You’d gasped, stumbling back against the brickwork of the building- at the sheer stature of Venom- your neck craning up as he stalked passed you and grabbed the assailant by the throat. You flinched as it flung him into the nearest tree. The man had scrambled to his feet in terror, fleeing the scene before the creature could attack him again.

Venom had retreated back into Eddie, much to the reporter’s dismay.

“No, no— Don’t let her see—!”

It’s time we told her who we really are, Eddie! Don’t we love her? TRUST her? Look at her, looking at us in reverence!

You stood, slack jawed as you clutched your bag to your stomach. Your shock soon turned to irritation, and you smacked him on the chest with the purse. Eddie yelped.

“Let me see, Eddie?! That you’re what? That— that big monster on the news? This whole time?”

It was a knee jerk reaction. You had apologized to Venom later- up in Eddie’s apartment after a more thorough explanation and a few strawberry margaritas- for calling the symbiote a ‘monster’. Eddie, however, agreed that sometimes Venom was a bit of a nightmare.

In the end, you were glad they had told you. It was an obvious relief to Eddie, not having to hide such a deep secret any longer. And a great delight to Venom, who had apparently loved you just as much as your boyfriend did. They were a package deal, and you realized you had to accept them both, or neither. So you made the effort to include Venom more in your relationship, showing Eddie you were accepting them for who they were.

But you were not— absolutely not— going to accept a ride on the back of his damn bike!

Eddie threw his leg back off the motorcycle, jogging hurriedly after you as he juggled the pair of helmets. “[Y/n],” He called, “Can’t you just trust us on this one?”

You turned on your heel at the mouth of the alley and shoved a finger into his chest. “Do you have any idea what percentage of motorcycle deaths make up—”

“—Make up vehicular-related casualties in California. Yes, [Y/n], I’m familiar with your speech. I’ve done my own research on the subject, y’know.” He grumbled.

You glared at the hint of a smile he was trying to coax out of you now. You crossed your arms and silently dared him to change your set mind.

“But most motorcyclists don’t have Venom, do they?” He finished, and you rolled your eyes at his smug little counterpoint. From over his shoulder, you saw as a small, inky black head peaked over at you with pearlescent eyes.

“We will keep you safe, [Y/n]. We swear.” Came Venom’s deep but hushed voice. Suddenly, you realized this was one of those moments. The ones that set you apart from everyone else who would dismiss or fear Eddie and Venom.

You huffed. Sighing, you snatched the helmet meant for you from Eddie’s grasp and eyed it distastefully.

“...Fine. But you go one mile over the speed limit and I’m jumping off.”

You had to admit, San Francisco at night was a sight to behold on the back of Eddie’s bike.

True to their word, Venom had secured you to Eddie’s back with his sticky form. You felt the warm hold of his tendrils wrap around your middle comfortably, hidden from view beneath your coat. After the short ride back to your apartment, you decided that if you were in, you might as well be all in. Eddie kicked off the curb with a grin and revved the throttle a few times, sending the engine’s vibrations right up your spine as he drove you back onto the main streets. Your date continued as Eddie drove you wherever the streets seemed to take him. You linked your arms around his middle happily.

“Told you.” Eddie rumbled over his shoulder. You give the soft part of his side a playful pinch. But you grinned back all the same.

“Isn’t it freeing, [Y/n]? Better than your stuffy, tiny car.” Venom said. He peaked out from inside your lapel before disappearing back down around your waist.

“Hey, I thought you liked it when I drive.” You said to both of them, concealing a pout. You felt the muscles of Eddie’s abdomen tense and flex as the night air caught his laugh and carried it off quickly. You smiled, squeezing your arms around him tighter in response, your thighs doing the same. Eddie shifted in his seat in front of you, his muscles tensing minutely again.

You heaved a contented sigh and rested your head on his shoulder blade, watching the lights and buildings blur past. You wouldn’t admit it just yet, but this might be one of your top date nights with Eddie Brock, and it was all thanks to Venom.

Speaking of Venom, you blinked when you noticed Venom’s hold on you slowly seemed to spread. You shifted around a little to accommodate it as more of the symbiote reached around your waist, spreading up your chest and down, around your bare thighs. You had worn a skirt to dinner, and Venom had even made sure it didn’t ride up as you straddled the bike tonight.

You swallowed thickly when the warm, viscous creature finally spread down between your inner thighs, dangerously close to your center. The warmth traveled across the last thin layer of fabric covering you, and you found yourself responding almost instantly.

Venom was not a stranger in your’s or Eddie’s bedrooms. When you found out the symbiote was interested in you romantically, you were curious about it’s more carnal interests, too, if any. It was Eddie who had protested at first. You could tell he had feared what introducing Venom in that way might do to your dynamic. Still, you offered an open mind, and in the end, Venom’s presence remained welcome.

This, however, was certainly new.

You gasped, squeezing your thighs together when you felt a pressure, almost like a finger- or a tongue- press against your taut panties. The tendrils that had inched their way up your waist beneath your blouse had reached your bra as well, sinking into the fabric and splaying flush with both your breasts. You whimpered. Now cupping you, Venom moved over your nipples, the action bringing them to stiff, aching peaks in a matter of moments.

“Venom.” You whispered in warning, unsure if either of them could hear you over the motorcycle or the wind. But as you felt the creature slip around your panties and make contact with your folds, you pressed your face to Eddie’s back again, squeezing him hard with a strangled, “Oh.”

In front of you, Eddie stiffened too. Feeling and tasting your skin through Venom, he glanced over his shoulder before turning his attention back to the road.

Hey, Eddie snapped in his own head, We’re tryin’ to convince her ridin’ with us is okay.

We ARE convincing her, Eddie. And she’s enjoying it.

Venom dipped past your folds and found your slick arousal waiting for them. Another tendril pushed in lower, almost lapping at the wetness blooming from your core. You flushed, felt the moan threaten to escape as you concentrated on not rolling your hips into Venom’s touch- into Eddie’s lower back.

“E-Eddie?” You tried, lifting your head up. Under your palms, you felt Eddie’s chest rise and fall at a more labored pace. You couldn’t help but smooth your hands up his pecs, dragging your nails over the hard wall of muscle the way you know he liked. Eddie swallowed.

I’m tryin’ to drive here!

Let ME drive, Eddie.

And without waiting for an answer, Venom’s grasp took over Eddie’s hands, sticking his grip to either handle without needing to squeeze. Eddie conceded, just for a moment, so that he could revel in the way your thighs were clenching either side of his lower half. His eyes fluttered as Venom’s liquid grip moved to sheath Eddie’s length, coaxing the half-hard member to it’s full size. He strained against his jeans now as Venom pumped his cock steadily. Eddie groaned. But he refused to take his eyes off the road.

“Oh- christ,” You shuddered from behind him. Venom guided the three of you up a hill and around a secluded bend, coasting the bike at a slow speed. Under cover of trees and the dark street, no one could see the way you snapped your hips, now freely rutting against Eddie’s back. Venom had slipped into your entrance, slowly pumping in and out of you while a steady rhythm moved over your clit and folds. It felt like Venom was pressing up against every inch of your sex.

It felt silky, wet, and warm, and you gripped two handfuls of Eddie’s shirt as the heat in your lower abdomen started to build. You didn’t even notice that Venom had rolled the bike to a stop, the engine’s purr the only thing drowning out your soft cries, and Eddie’s low, shaky panting as Venom brought the both of you over the edge together.

Finally, Eddie tore off his helmet. The cold night air was a balm on his flushed face, his head spinning as he felt Venom around him and inside you all at once. He turned in his seat, and you immediately reached to take off your helmet as well, letting it clunk soundlessly onto the grass beside the bike. Eddie craned his neck, capturing your lips in his for a sloppy, ravenous kiss. You gripped his jaw as you pressed your chest flush against his back, and the two of you both groaned as Venom completely reached through every layer separating the two of you, melding you together where you both touched. You thrusted against Eddie’s back wantonly, his mouth still swallowing down every one of your whimpers and moans.

You were the first to come, your eyes rolling up and your lashes flitting over Eddie’s cheeks rapidly as Venom kept fucking you through every wave of pleasure.

Your nails dug into Eddie’s chest again, catching hard on his sensitive nipples, and it’s enough to bring him to climax soon after. Venom seemed to thrum as Eddie came; you felt the viscous creature vibrate as Eddie’s hips shoved against the grip on his cock, and you could have sworn it was like Venom was coming too.

When he’s finished, Eddie’s head falls forward onto his chest, and you peppered his exposed neck in kisses as he caught his breath. Your walls twitched as Venom carefully receded from between your legs and off your chest. You were almost sad the way the cold night air replaced the symbiote’s warmth.

Humming, you rested your cheek on Eddie’s shoulder, fingers idly finding his to entangle them together.

Eddie arched a brow at you from over his shoulder, a smirk already playing on his lips. “So? Thoughts?” He teased sheepishly. “Did we, uh, change your mind on the whole bike situation?”

You snorted, grinning at them. Slapping his thigh lightly, you buried your face between his shoulder blades. “You assholes.”

Venom’s small head appeared again beside your cheek, nuzzling your face as you tried to hide your blush.

I’m pretty sure we did, Eddie.

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lonelydreamxer · 6 months ago

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Flufftober Day 01 | Eddie Brock x Reader x Venom

a/n - It's finally October! Here's my very first fic. I'll be attempting as many days as I can for @flufftober, and since I'm aiming at all these being under 1k, I'll skip summaries for the shorter ones and just relay the prompts ♡

prompt - wearing each other's clothes

fluff - 700 words - warnings: kissing. established relationship. f!reader. food mention.

You scrape your fuzzy slippers across the hallway floor and into the kitchen, rubbing at your eyes. You normally slept in on Saturdays like this one, but the not so subtle clanging of cookware had woken you up. Eddie could be heard down on the street outside with the way he was arguing with Venom on his shoulder. The alien supervises with plenty of scrutiny— Eddie’s very own little back seat chef.

“And what are we fighting about this morning?” You greet, amused.

We are not fighting, pet. We are making breakfast. Venom extends to you and waits for a peck on the cheek. His obsidian form shivers when you meet him halfway and oblige him. Meanwhile, Eddie snorts to himself.

“I’m making breakfast.” He clarifies. You note the strong mix of cinnamon and what you can only assume to be burnt bacon. Venom visibly bristles in protest. Like black kinetic sand in a vacuum.

“Smells interesting.” You smile. You embrace the large man by the shoulders and gladly offer another good morning kiss- this time to Eddie’s lips. You make a pleased sound when he stops to hug you back.

With his strength and Venom’s combined, it’s always easy to lift you up off your feet a little bit. Setting you back down, you brace your grasp on his waist and note the way he’s bare at the hips.

Finally focusing on your boyfriend, you notice the shirt.

“Is… Is this mine?” You ask with confusion. You can’t recall Eddie Brock owning the same N*sync shirt as you. In fact, it must be yours with the way it stretches over his broad chest, ending at his navel. It’s almost like a crop top on him.

“Eddie!”

“‘M sorry, babe.” He says distractedly. Eddie’s already returning to the stove top before you can process what you’re seeing.

“My shirt… My sandals!” You cry. Your poor flip flops must be crying too with the way Eddie’s larger feet are squished into them. He’s even wearing your favorite fuzzy cap. The large white pom pom bounces around as he moves. “Why are you wearing my beanie?”

He shrugged. “It was chilly outside.”

“You went out?” You gape.

“We were gonna make cinnamon rolls, but then I realized y’didn’t have any flour. And I figured while I was out I could just buy the cinnamon rolls in a can. Quicker.”

The can was dangerous. I nearly ripped it to shreds. Venom interjected. You glance incredulously at the bit of raw dough smeared against the edge of the kitchen counter.

Eddied glanced over his shoulder at the mess too. “Warned him it would pop.”

You open your mouth to object against the entire scenario but soon stop yourself.

You’d be a hypocrite for complaining. How many times have you stolen one of Eddie’s shirts or sweaters? You think you might even have a pair of his super soft boxers in your drawers somewhere.

And as much as you hate to admit it, given the sorry state your t-shirt will be in if Eddie decides to flex too hard, you like the way it accentuates every ridge of muscle the man has. He just needed a pair of cut-off jean shorts and he’d be ready for summer next year. But the black pajama bottoms would have to do, for now.

You shuffle up behind Eddie and wrap your arms around his exposed stomach.

“Thank you for making breakfast.” You sigh between his shoulder blades. The journalist reaches around to rub your hip absentmindedly in return. The three of you sway in comfortable silence as you all listen to the bacon sizzle in the pan for a few moments- the oddest image of domestic bliss.

You will love the orange-flavored icing.

“If you left any for her.” Eddie snorts again.

“Ohh, my favorite. How did you know?” You nuzzle your face against the black spot forming on Eddie’s back, long used to the texture of Venom’s ‘skin’ against your own.

Finally, you stir again before you might actually fall back asleep standing. You yawn deeply and give the air another sniff.

“...Something burning?”

Eddie swears, jerking down toward the oven.

The rolls, Eddie! The rolls!

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lonelydreamxer · 9 months ago

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The Sims 4 Mods/Custom Content I Use

See my Simsnatural posts here! (Warning: May contain actual or references to Wincest, CGI and animated nudity and sex, kinky shit, and other absolute nonsense.)

I've decided to make a masterpost of the mods and custom content I use to play TS4, so that I can just link back here instead of listing them every time on every post I make of my Winchester Sims. I'll list all of my mods, but I'll only list CC if it's visible in a screenshot I share or mentioned in a post. Otherwise things would get unmanageable.

For reference, I play The Sims 4 with all expansions and stuff packs. EA can bite the big one.

Mods:

Better Exceptions

Bouncing Sim Boobies

Child Birth Mod

Ding & Ditch Smart Doorbell

Education Overhaul

FlirtyFetishes: BDSiM

GeneralPieMenu

MC Command Center

Mood Pack

More Columns in CAS

Pose Player

Selectable Pets Always

SharedTuning

Smarter Pie Menu: Searchable Interactions

Teleport Any Sim

Unlock/Lock Doors for chosen sims

Wicked Whims

Wicked Whims Inappropriate Unlock

XML Injector

Custom Content:

Appearance:

Dimples by PralineSims

Eye colours by PralineSims

Eyebrows by PralineSims

Penis Meshes by Supern4tural

Pierced Penis by Khlas

Clothing:

Boxer-briefs with side mesh by Joliebean

Lace boyshorts by Joliebean & Imvikai

Layered autumn plaid by SimmieV

Pentacle sweater by SimmieV

Sarcasm Inc t-shirt by PralineSims

Gameplay:

Pregnancy Pose Pack by Katverse

Wicked Whims sex animations (shown in posts so far: Anarcis, Artista De Bastardo, FausTTerM, Khlas, MOTHERLODESIMS)

Objects:

BDSM Easel by YrSa

Beer bottles by Around the Sims 4

Glass of vodka by Around the Sims 4

Glock handgun – original by XanKriegor, TS4 edit by SG5150, found here

Naughty TV by Reitanna

Sex toys by 0zzzy: ball gag

Sex toys by asketo: anal beads, dildo with handle, hanging chain, tentacle dildo

Sex toys by chisami: Lovehoney g-spot dildo and wall dildo

Sex toys by Julie J: collar and leash

Sex toys by Khlas: fleshlight

Sex toys by Kodenu: hanging belt and bull whip

Sex toys by Noir and Dark / scaled by wild_guy: chrome dildo, metallic plug, realistic dildo, wand massager

Sex toys by Supern4tural: horse dildo

Whiskey bottle by leosims

Wine cellar by Kaydazzle420 (in-game gallery)

Supernatural-themed Custom Content:

1967 Chevrolet Impala – original by Fresh-Prince Creations, TS4 edit by SG5150, found here

Anti-Possession Tattoo by plumbobfae

Dean's Amulet by BAkalia

Devil's Trap Rugs by WWOM_KittyKatt

Mark of Cain by Nys!k

Men of Letters Bunker by xogerardine

Winchester Bros t-shirt by simmi98x

Sincere apologies if I forget to list anything at any stage. I'm always open to being reminded. And if any links break, do let me know.

Also, please note that I cannot guarantee the security of each link indefinitely. Use your own discretion as well as protective software the way you would/should at any other time.

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