#eddie brock blurb

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Sweet Like Chocolate (Venom Drabble)

Eddie/Venom x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: Venom's enjoys it when you're his host.

CW: fluff, making fun of Eddie

Venom Tag List: (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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WE ARE NOT A BABY.

You tut and continue about making Venom’s tater tots. It hadn’t really been a genuine thought. It’s just that when you and Eddie trade Venom between you like parents trading a toddler for alone time, it kind of felt that way at times. Not that you were complaining, of course. Any time with Venom piggybacking in your head was time well spent in your own personal opinion. 

It was just a shame that you weren’t a better match. Then he could come around with you more often. But no, that was Eddie’s responsibility, it would seem. 

“I know, V- you know how human brains work. Thoughts just pop in unannounced.” 

I WILL ALLOW IT.

 

You chuckle and pour yourself a glass of wine. A tendril of Venom’s form spreads from your back to put the wine bottle away for you, and you thank him kindly. Checking the timer on the tots, you frown. They were going to be at least another fifteen minutes. 

“What do you want to do tonight, V?” You ask, plopping down on the lounge chair and taking a sip. 

WE WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU. 

You smile softly, and Venom chuckles in your brain in response. That took some getting used to, actually, hearing someone laugh in your mind. But like all things, you acclimated. 

“We’re doing that, buddy,” you reply. 

YOU ARE FAR NICER THAN EDDIE. EDDIE IS MEAN. 

You take another swig of your wine and flick the TV on quietly, flipping through to get to Venom’s favourite channel. 

“How do you mean? Eddie’s a sweetie deep down,” you respond, finally finding the channel and putting the subtitles on for yourself. Eddie was always a sweetie. It was just that he was a bit gruff. Venom grunts. 

EDDIE’S AN ASSHOLE. 

You hear the bathroom door creak open and turn around, seeing Venom’s tendril rooting around in there for something. You don’t question it further than that, knowing that whatever he’s looking for will be found. 

You’re proven correct when the tendril returns with your hairbrush. You dutifully fluff your hair out from the neck of your cardigan for Venom, who hums appreciatively and begins to brush at your hair. 

It’s something he likes to do for you. You’re not sure whether it’s because he enjoys the sensation himself, or whether it’s something he does for you. It could be both, all things considered. Your eyes flutter shut, and you lose yourself in the motions for a few minutes. 

“He can be an ass,” you finally acquiesce. “But he means well.” 

Venom’s head materialises from over your shoulder and faces you. His tendril pauses its ministrations in your hair for a moment, and he appears thoughtful. 

“I suppose,” Venom replies. “We prefer you. Prettier host.” 

You flush pink and brush a hand over Venom’s cheek. Or what would be his cheek, you supposed? 

“You’re a sweet thing, V.” 

Venom nods, ripples of his skin flowing over his form. 

“Like chocolate, yes?” 

You laugh and make to get up when the timer for the tater tots goes off. 

“Like chocolate.”

[ddejavvu]

Ooh what about venom x reader where venom gets super excited when Eddie falls asleep because he can have reader all to himself and he wakes her up so he can fuck her??

this post is 18+, minors dni.

contents/warnings: monsterfucking/alien fucking, i think this is technically dubcon? cause venom doesn't get verbal consent from reader but i assure you it is consensual

You'd fallen asleep in the warm embrace of flushed skin, but when you wake its to a cool stickiness that closes itself over your mouth. You're hit with the feeling of being trapped, your nerves light like fuses that singe at your insides, but you breathe through your nose and it only takes you a second to realize what's happening.

Venom.

You're no stranger to the alien symbiote that inhabits Eddie's body, but it's still somewhat of a shock to feel a stray tendril snaking around your thigh. Which is exactly what's happening, and you presume it's why Venom has your mouth covered.

"Easy, pet," He purrs, his voice devilishly gruff where his head protrudes from Eddie's shoulder to leer down at you, grin sharp glistening with saliva, "Eddie is sleeping."

A sideways glance at your boyfriend reveals that he is, in fact, unconscious, his cheek smushed rather unflatteringly against the pillow while drool seeps into the white fabric. It means that Venom can't take over Eddie completely unless he wants to risk Eddie waking, and you're guessing by the sly grip on your leg that he does not want that.

You reach up to pry at the tentacle that's suckered itself against your lips but Venom doesn't let up, chuckling darkly instead.

"No, Y/N, I cannot uncover your mouth," He explains, and the way that your stomach lurches when his tentacle strokes experimentally against your now-eager clit makes you believe him, "If I did, you would not be able to keep quiet. I plan to make you scream."

[bruisedboys]

honeybody — “call me, even if it’s the middle of the night” w neighbor!eddie brock!! i’m not sure where exactly my brain was taking me with this but it feels right in my heart

roma!!! this was so fun to write thank youu so much for the ask. eddie brock hottest man alive

fem!reader x neighbour!eddie brock (no venom lol sorry)

Eddie’s been watching you for an embarrassing amount of time. He can see you out of his kitchen window, and although he’s supposed to be doing the dishes, he keeps glancing out the window in hopes of catching another glimpse of you.

You’re re-painting the side of your house with a fresh coat of paint, perched on a ladder that doesn’t look too safe, if he’s being honest. Paintbrush in hand and a paint pot balanced precariously on the ladder rung next to your hip, you’re very immersed in your work. Which is lucky, otherwise you probably would’ve noticed his staring.

Eddie finishes washing the dishes (which took him about an hour, what with all the spying on you) and he’s about to go and see you — purely to check the stability of your ladder, of course, nothing else — but before he can work up the courage there’s a yelp from outside followed by a thud that sounds suspiciously like Eddie’s too late.

He races to the nearest window and peers out and his heart drops when he an empty ladder. Soon enough he spots you, lying on your back in your well-tended grass. He doesn’t think. He’s out the door in a matter of seconds.

“Y/N!” He calls, rounding the fence that separates your houses. The heap on the grass that’s you lifts it’s head. “Y/N, are you alright?”

You sit up just as Eddie reaches you, rubbing the back of your head, dazed. “Eddie?”

Eddie doesn’t have time to think about how pretty you look right now. There’s a paint splotch on your cheek and the same colour is speckled all over your fingers. He gets to his knees in the grass.

“Hey, are you okay?” His hand finds your shoulder. “Did you fall?”

You giggle. “No, I just decided I’d lie on the grass for a bit,” you deadpan. “Yes, I fell, Eddie, but I’m fine.”

Eddie doesn’t even half believe you. His hand slides to the space between your shoulder blades. “Are you sure? You were pretty high up.”

He realises a second too late he’s exposed himself. You seem to realise the very same thing.

“Were you watching me?” You ask, squinting at him, but you’re smiling at least.

Eddie backtracks. “What? No, I just— I saw you out the window, and—“

“I’m joking, Eddie,” you laugh. “Help me up, will you?”

He helps you, wondering how on earth you manage to be so pretty and funny and sweet all at the same time. He feels dizzy when he stands, even though you’re the one that fell off a ladder.

Once you’re standing you try to take a step but your success is short lived. The second you put weight on your left foot you’re hissing in pain.

“Ow,” you groan, toppling sideways into Eddie. He catches you, thankfully, one hand gripping your forearm and the other around your waist. He’d think about how close you are to him but he’s too busy worrying. He can think about it later.

“What’s the matter?” He demands, panicked now that you actually look like you’re in pain, your face all screwed up and your hand clinging to his elbow.

“My ankle,” you explain, pointing in the general direction of your foot. “Hurts.”

Eddie, heart racing, manages to get you to your porch and sit you down on one of the chairs. He props your foot up on the little table you sit at to read in the mornings. (Not that he watches you read in the morning. He just happened to notice it a few times.)

He assesses your ankle and deems it sprained. He takes you inside and puts you on your couch while you complain.

“Eddie, seriously, you don’t have to do this. I’m fine, I can—“

“Do you have ice?” He interrupts your pointless rambling as he straightens up from helping you into your seat.

You frown at him, all fake offended. It’s awfully cute. “No. But I have frozen corn. In my freezer in the bottom drawer.”

Eddie leaves to find your frozen corn and when he comes back he finds you slumped on the couch, looking tired and defeated. You’re both silent as he lifts your foot onto the coffee table and presses your pack of frozen corn kernels against your ankle. When he finally looks at your face you’re smiling at him, droopy eyes and all.

“Thanks,” you say. “Feels nice.”

Eddie chuckles. “Mhm, I bet it does. You know you should be more careful. You’re lucky it’s not broken.”

You rolls your eyes, a smile on your lips. “Gee, thanks.”

“I’m not kidding around,” Eddie argues, “Really. Next time just ask me and I’ll come over and paint it for you.”

There’s a silent promise in his words. Yeah, he’ll paint your house. He’ll do whatever you want him to do. All you have to do is ask.

“Okay,” you say, your voice taking on this soft, sweet tone that feels both familiar and foreign all at once.

Eddie straightens up, deciding if he stays here any longer he might fall in love with you. As if he hasn’t already.

“Keep it elevated,” he tells you. “And keep the ice on it. I’ll come check on you in the morning, okay? But call me if it gets worse. Even if it’s the middle of the night.”

You grin at him and give him a tired salute. “Thanks, Doctor Brock.”

Eddie grimaces at you. “Don’t ever call me that again, please.”

You giggle. “Sorry. Thanks, Eddie.”

Eddie smiles back, totally lovelorn. “Yeah, you’re welcome.”

He finishes the paint job for you. And he brings dinner over, even though you tell him over the phone that he doesn’t have to. It’s safe to say he’s fallen even harder than you.

[castlecult]

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 : 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing : eddie brock x fem!reader

warnings : +18, cockwarming, venom is mentioned once, not proofread

event : kinktober 2022

you have been sitting on his lap for an hour now. eddie had to finish some important work but proposed a different kind of activity to kill time. you were wearing only a t-shirt, your back was resting against his chest.

you felt his cock twitch again inside your warm walls. “eddie…” you whined, rotating your hips a couple of times, gaining some friction. “i’m almost done, i promise,” he grabbed your hips to stop you, trying to fight the urge to bend you over the desk and fuck you right there. he really wanted to but it was a important and he couldn’t fail.

you took his free and guided it on your breast, parting your lips. eddie gave in, starting palming you through the fabric. he squeezed a bit, making you moan. your wetness started pooling around the base of his thick member and you tried your best not to move.

“you’re doing so good,” he praised while keeping his eyes focused on the screen. “you’re so sexy while you’re concentrating, you know that?” you turned your head to kiss his jaw and neck slowly. eddie thrusted into you, a groan escaping your lips and you shivered. “thank you, venom,” you smirked, knowing the symbiote was on your side now.

eddie sighed and finally stopped working. he grabbed your hips and bent you over his desk, still buried into your pussy. your hands gripped the desk and mentally prepared for what was coming. “please, eddie,” he spanked you twice and you moaned, grinding against him. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

an : this is my first time writing for eddie omg, i hope it was good enough hehe. thank you for reading & have a nice day !!

kinktober tag list : @alexxavicry @therealnekomari @sayah13 @withakindheartx @caliixr

[angelltheninth]

NSFW Masterlist Part 5

DC COMICS

Getting Handsy on a Mission with DC Characters

Soft Dom!Dick Grayson Talks You Through an Orgasm

Grinding on Jason's Thigh

First Night with Bruce, Dick, Jason and Oliver

MCU

Wolverine NSFW Headcanons

Edging and Overstimulating Peter Quill

Pietro Maximoff with a Baby Fever

Size Kink with M'Baku

Eddie Brock and Venom NSFW Headcanons

MCU Characters Having a Wet Dream About You

Sex Pollen Blurb with Feral Logan

Cockwaming Adam Warlock

GENSHIN IMPACT

Zhongli Makes You Beg

Mean Doms Scaramouche and Heizou

Dottore Reluctantly Giving Oral

Venti, Kazuha, Al-Haitham and Zhongli Reacting to You Having a Womb Tattoo

Genshin Men + How They Like to Fuck You

Ayato Kamisato Dry Humping with You

Genshin Men + Overstimulation

Genshin Men Being Needy for You

Gorou + Rope Bunny Reader

Genshin Men + NSFW Collage AU

Sending Nudes to Genshin Men

Genshin Men + Sex Toys

Shower Sex with Kaeya, Scaramouche, Ayato, Tighnari, Xiao and Zhongli

Itto Being Rough with You

Al-Haitham and Kaveh with an S/O Who is Clingy During Sex

Pegging Genshin Men

BLUE LOCK

Bachira Locker Room Blurb

Mikage Reo Cockwarming + Praise

Clingy Sae Itoshi Coming Home to You

Bachira Loving You Calling His Name

Kunigami Rensuke + Deepthroating

Rough Morning Sex with Bachira

Marathon Sex with Bachira

Using the Safe Word with Bachira

Jinpachi Ego + Orgasm Control

Reo Keeping You Quiet During Sex

Kunigami Rensuke + Overstimulation

Chigiri Eating You Out

Chigiri Using a Remote Controlled Vibrator on You

Chigiri Taking His Time with You

Mirror Sex with Chigiri

Blue Lock Team + Wedding Night Sex

Aftercare with Reo

Sending Nudes to Team Blue Lock

Bachira Makes Your Orgasm for the First Time

Shower Sex with Sae

Bachira Discovering Your Sex Toys

Sae Takes Your Virginity

Bachira, Sae, Rin, Kunigami and Reo when You Grind on Their Abs

Bachira and Rin Seeing You in Lingerie

Kunigami Fucking You in the Locker Room After Losing a Game

First Time with Bachira, Kunigami and Reo

Busy Boyfriend Rin Has Sex with You in the Hallway

ARCANE

Vi Accidentally Hurts You During Sex

Rough Sex with Ekko

Sub!Amab!Sevika + Cock Riding

Office Sex with Arcane Men

CHAINSAW MAN

Denji Getting Head for the First Time

Chainsaw Man Quartet Making You Moan

TWISTED WONDERLAND

Leona Kingscholar + Breeding Kink

Twisted Wonderland Men When You Go Feral

Twisted Wonderland Men Giving Oral

Make-up Sex with Leona

Twisted Wonderland Men Taking Your First Time

Overblot!Jamil Viper Overstimulating You

Leona, Azul, Malleus + Cock Riding

Malleus Keeps Breeding You After Someone Knocks at the Door

Trey, Cater, Vil, Malleus with an S/O who's Shy During Sex

Wedding Night with Ruggie, Floyd and Lilia

Punishment and Denial with Vil

Sex on the Beach with Cater Diamond

CALL OF DUTY

Threesome Blurb with Simon and König

Simon Giving You Creampies

Angry Sex with Simon

Group Sex with Simon, John, Konig and Alejandro

Task Force 141 + Long Distance Sex

Task Force 141 with an S/O who Massages Their Breasts

AVATAR

Avatar Men Being Able to Smell You when You're Horny

NSFW Alphabet with Miles Quaritch

Avatar Men Stamina Headcanons

Hand and Finger Kink with Avatar Men

Edging and Overstimulating Tsu'tey

Avatar Men Being Careful while Having Sex with You

Tsu'Tey in a Rut

Worshiping Tsu'Tey

Neteyam, Lo'ak, Tsu'Tey, Aonung Being Turned On

NSFW Letters I, J, N, V, X with Lo'ak

Avatar Men Eating You Out

NSFW Letters I, N, C and X with Aonung

Tonowari with a Breeding Kink

STAR WARS

Overstimulating and Blindfolding Hunter

Luke Skywalker + Enemies who Fuck

Din Djarin + Post Mission Sex Blurb

The Bad Batch + Where They Like to Come

JUJUTSU KAISEN

Jujutsu Kaisen Characters Fucking Your Mouth

Sukuna Puts a Collar on You

Friends with Benefits with Jujutsu Kaisen Characters

Jujutsu Kaisen Characters + Kinks

[bcyhoods]

LOVEFOOL 💌 ─── send in a character and a prompt from these lists for a blurb

ohemgee what about eddie brock + ❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜ I feel like that’s so him. giggles

same universe as this au because i’m obsessed, i fear. also rivals with benefits…and i don’t know if that’s okay but we ball! | 0.8k

warnings: suggestive themes, implied smut (nothing explicit but 18+ pls)

You aren’t so much angry as you are annoyed.

Because normal mornings in your apartment were relatively tranquil. You would usually wake up early enough to not feel rushed for work, sometimes you’d even get some writing done beforehand. The mornings were quiet and smelled of freshly brewed coffee while the rising sun kissed your skin.

This was not a normal morning. The shrill sound of a shattered vase was quick to remind you of such. And so was the half-naked man that produced the sound.

Eddie, with his jeans halfway up his legs, grimaces down at the broken porcelain and holds onto one of the walls in your bedroom for stability. “Oh shit. Was that expensive? Hope not.” He huffs and tugs his jeans the rest of the way up.

You roll your eyes at him from your bathroom doorway, also half-naked and with your toothbrush hanging from your mouth.

Your annoyance isn’t really about the vase nor about how you’re late for work, though you don’t doubt you’ll find time to be upset about that later. It’s more about the fact that he’s even in your apartment in the first place. Cunning as you are, you’d invited Eddie over in the guise of a truce of some sorts. You’re an amazing journalist blah blah blah I need your help on this article blah blah blah. You just needed him to give up some sources for an article that you’d both been writing.

And while it was a hit to your ego to compliment him even if you were only feigning sincerity, it was worth it if you got to publish the piece before he did.

It was going accordingly at first. Sure, you had to share some notes of your own to get him to trust you, but you kept the more relevant information close to your chest. You guys had actually been getting along.

Then the drinks came, and you guys were really getting along. He started throwing compliments at you, his eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips as you sat next to him on your couch, his large hand settled on your knee. He had such a soft smile. You pulled him in for what you thought would be one kiss.

Then he ended up in your bed. Which was not a bad time. At all. The memory makes something flutter in the depths of your stomach. You were annoyed about that, too.

You swipe his button down shirt from off the floor and fling it towards his broad chest. “Would you hurry up? Jesus…” you mutter, the toothpaste impeding your speech before you spit into the sink and run back to your room to get dressed.

Eddie watches with a sly grin as you hike up your own pair of pants, shamelessly letting his gaze wander over your frame. He lets himself remember the way your body felt underneath him and how your lips felt on his neck and how your nails dug into his shoulders and

“What?”

You stare at him, dumbfounded as you finish buttoning your top.

He clears his throat and gestures to you. “Nothin’. You look good.”

“With or without the clothes?” You tease.

“Both. Definitely both.”

You’re trying really hard to bite back the smile that threatens to expose your smugness. You finally walk out into your living room with Eddie hot on your heels as he fixes his sleeves. Both standing by the front door, you take in the appearance of the other. His hair is disheveled, his shirt is wrinkled, and there’s a love bite peeking just below his collar. You’re sure you look the same.

“So…uh, that was a very informative business meeting,” he jests as he works to buckle the belt around his hips. You hate the way it makes you pause to watch his fingers. You have to remind yourself that you find him annoying.

“I agree. Very educational.” You stick your tongue into your cheek and rip your eyes away from his hands to his face which is a mistake. He’s smiling down at you and it makes you roll your eyes. You open the door and start to push him out. “Okay. Bye, now.”

Before you can close the door, he presses his hand against it.

“How about a kiss before I go?” His tongue darts out to wet his lips once his gaze drops to your own. His grip tightens on the doorway as he itches to touch you. Your face, your hips, anywhere.

A smirk graces your features as you lean up until your faces are centimeters apart. You see him close his eyes and part his lips, his breath fans across your face.

“I don’t think you’d be able to handle it.”

[wintersoldierslover]

my fic recs masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

all bucky barnes

headcanon  -  blurb  -  one-shot  -  series

dbf!bucky  -  brothers bff  -  bff’s brother

neighbour  -  housewife reader

lumberjack  -  firefighter  -  bodyguard

priest bucky  -  college

football player  -  hockey player  -  boxer

professor  -  teacher  -  librarian/bookshop

coffee shop  -  soulmate  -  royal

other AUs  -  taboo

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Stranger Things characters:

all eddie munson - all steve harrington

eddie and steve (x reader)

billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler

dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper

robin buckley - nancy wheeler

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Outer Banks Characters:

all Rafe Cameron

all JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)

Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton

John B. - Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

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Marvel characters:

Wanda Maximoff  -   Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff  -  Yelena Belova

Peter Parker  -  Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers  -  Stephen Strange

Frank Castle  -  Matt Murdock 

Moon knight  -  Steven Grant

Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton

Loki Laufeyson - Druig

Eddie Brock - Miles Morales

Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown

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Harry Potter characters:

Sirius Black - Remus Lupin 

James Potter - Poly!Marauders

Lily potter -  Cedric Diggory

George Weasley - Fred Weasley

Severus Snape - Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:

neteyam - aonung - lo’ak

rotxo - kiri - spider

jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey

tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch

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Top Gun chracters:

Fanboy  -  Hangman  -  Rooster - Bob

Iceman

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Wednesday characters:

Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams - Divina

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Bridgerton characters:

Anthony Bridgerton -  Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Criminal Minds characters:

Spencer Reid  -  Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

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The Last of Us characters:

Joel Miller - Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

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The Devil All The Time characters:

Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker

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Uncharted characters:

Nate Drake - Sam Drake

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Euphoria characters:

Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco

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On My Block characters:

Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz

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Modern Family characters:

Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy

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Ted Lasso:

Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt

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NHL players:

Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras

Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin

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Actors:

Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn

Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez

Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow

Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey

Jenna Ortega

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Miscellaneous characters:

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz  -   Marcus Baker

Rodrick Heffley -  Hunter Sylvester

Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson

Nick Fowler -  Tangerine

Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’

Colin (Not Okay) -   Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)

Ash (No Exit) -  James Maguire (Derby Girls)

Jake Peralta - Nick Miller  - Brian O’conner

Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal

Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake

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Miscellaneous real people:

Billie Eilish - AEW Hook

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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

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?

[moonlit-imagines]

Angel with a Shotgun

Eddie Brock x reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: @starlit-epiphany: “ON THAT NOTE, I do have a request for the event: could I pretty please request a blurb with Eddie Brock (romantic relationship) and the song “Angel With A Shotgun” by The Cab?”

Eddie was a lot of things, but a coward was not one of them. He lost you once a long time ago, breaking up was the worst pain he’d ever been through. He’d never let it happen again.

But life on the West Coast, something caused a strain. Something he couldn’t hide for very much longer as it slowly took over. Venom. Eddie thought that he’d never be able to keep you with this…alien melded with him.

But you came home to the house a wreck and Eddie looking like death. Who is that? What is he doing? “Jesus, Eddie, are you high?!”

“No! No, babe!” Eddie scrambled to his feet in his soaking wet clothing. “Babe, it’s not what it looks like!” He pleaded as he chased after you.

“Sounds like something a high person would say. I cannot fucking believe you.” Your back was turned to him and you headed towards the door, eager to get away from the scene you weren’t aware you were misunderstanding.

“Y/N! No, don’t fuckin’ leave me again!” Eddie’s voice started to sound different. Like it wasn’t human, and you were terrified to turn around while your palm lay on the doorknob. “You have no idea what happened. Don’t you want to stick around?” Was he growling?

“What…the hell?” You looked behind you, wide-eyed once you saw a transformed beast behind you. He looked as if he were made of black ooze, but he was standing right where Eddie was mere moments ago. “Eddie?”

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Is That A Promise? (Venom One-Shot)

Eddie Brock x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: Telling you about Venom does not go entirely how Eddie planned.

CW: mentions of monster fucking, Eddie is oblivious and a dumbass (I think I have a type)

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You’d known Eddie Brock a good while by this point. You’d started dating him a while back, and while he put others on edge, you’d found the way he talked to himself out loud rather charming, actually. 

At first, you weren’t sure if he was just unmedicated, or undiagnosed. But then the news broke about the symbiote, and then there was the footage. And when Eddie started coming home right after news broke of some other attack or taking out of a bad guy or criminal or whoever, you’d put two and two together. 

It was kind of hard not to. Particularly as his conversations with himself could vary from topic to topic in the span of six words or less.

 

Eddie had asked to meet up for lunch today at your favourite restaurant. He’d seemed a bit off on the phone, and given how prone you were to anxiety, your immediate thought had been that he was breaking up with you and that you’d done something to upset him or his bodily guest- who you did not officially know about, of course. 

You’d gotten there early to prepare yourself for whatever shitshow was about to follow and to your immense surprise, Eddie had shown up pretty much right after you. Eddie was always running late, so this change in pace was also mildly concerning. You were not sure how this was going to go and you did not like that one bit. 

“You’re here early, too,” Eddie had said, swallowing thickly and avoiding eye contact. You nodded, and cleared your throat, gesturing for him to sit down at the table opposite you. 

“Yeah, I wanted to make sure we had a spot,” you replied, smoothing down your shirt. Bit of a nervous habit. That and ripping at your nails, but that was beside the point. 

“Right,” Eddie replied. 

And then the two of you lapsed into silence. You spent a good five to ten minutes appearing to read over the menu as if this wasn’t a regular spot for you and you didn’t know exactly what you were going to order. In fact, you’d be surprised if the cooks weren’t already making it up for you even though a waiter hadn’t come over yet. 

“Shut up,” Eddie hissed quietly. You peered over the menu to eye him curiously, one brow arced in question. 

“I didn’t say anything, Eddie.” 

“Yeah, I know. I- uh, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. You hummed, and put the menu down to give him your attention. 

“About me shutting up?” 

“No- God, this is not going at all like I planned.” Eddie rubbed a hand over his face and sighed. 

You said nothing, waiting patiently for him to work out his wording.

 

“I really like you,” he started, and you nodded, replying with the same sentiment. “And, well, there’s something I’ve been hiding from you.”

 

“Right…” This is where you expected him to tell you he was married (doubtful but not impossible) or had cancer or something terrible. Dear God, please no. 

“Look- you’ve seen on the news, yes, the, uh- the attacks. Yeah?” 

You nod. Ah, so he was finally telling you about his friend living literally rent-free in his body. Okay, you could relax a little. 

“He’s me. Venom, he lives in my body. He’s in my head. Like, all the time. Right now.” 

Eddie looked at the table where he was picking at the tablecloth. You were silent for a second, and Eddie clearly took that to mean you were horrified or disgusted or something. You were a little nervous about it, sure, but you’d also been living with him for the last few months. If Venom was planning to take you out, he would have done so by now, surely. You figured this to mean you were safe enough. You’d also seen your fair share of monster porn, so you weren’t exactly unkeen on the idea of dating someone who sometimes had a monster body. It was kind of hot, actually. You shook the thought out of your head and tried to focus.

“Oh, yeah- I knew about that,” you replied, and the way Eddie’s head snapped towards you was almost comical. 

“You what?”

 

“Yeah, I figured that out a while ago. I was just waiting for you to tell me in your own time.”

 

Eddie blinked, and a black residue appeared on the back of his hand. It swirled and gathered on his hand before reaching for you delicately. You met it, brushing your finger over it softly. The goop (for lack of a better word) seemed to shiver pleasurably and you smiled.

 

“Can I meet him later?” 

Eddie nodded, watching the interaction with disbelief. He’d thought that you’d go running and screaming through the doors or something, not be rubbing your fingers over Venom like you were fingering some Play-Doh. 

“Y-yeah, later,” he agreed. “Not here. When we get home.”

 

You grinned and the black substance retreated back into Eddie’s skin as a waiter appeared by your table. 

“What can I get for you? The regular?” 

You looked at Eddie and clicked your tongue thoughtfully. 

“The usual with a serving of chicken nuggets on the side, please.”

 

The waiter nodded, scribbled it own on his pad and wandered off in the direction of the kitchen. Eddie looked at you in question. He knew you weren’t big on nuggets. 

“They’re for Venom,” you explained, propping your head up on your palm. Eddie looked to the side as if listening to something carefully. 

“Venom says thank you-” Eddie said before cutting himself as Venom said something else in his head. “No, I’m not saying that. No. No.” 

“Say what?”

Eddie sighed defeatedly- something you think he did a lot when it came to Venom. 

“Venom said he could kiss you right now.” Eddie looked mortified as the words left his mouth. You burst into laughter. 

“Is that a threat or a promise? I hope it’s a promise,” you replied, wiggling your eyebrows at the two of them. 

Eddie swallowed thickly and blushed as Venom said something else. You’d have to see if Venom could swap hosts sometime. It would be nice to have a conversation while out and about like that. 

“Promise,” Eddie replied. 

Good.

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eddie being the speaker for venom’s adoring rant he eventually goes on at the end of your date when you’re just slowly strolling through a park, taking the long way home just to draw the evening out (but also eddie filtering it because some of the points are VERY INAPPROPRIATE and so venom gets mad and eventually takes over even though you are in public)

This post is 18+, minors dni.

"You're very pretty," Eddie narrates the voice in his head, but he shakes his head and tries again, "Pret-ty. He says- He says it weird, like prit-ty."

"Pretty," You try, voice low and gruff in a poor attempt to match Venom's, "Like that?"

"Spot on," Eddie laughs, and you let your chest shake with giggles as you roam down the sidewalk, "And he says your dress makes him think of blood, which," Eddie grimaces, "I'm sure, in his mind, is a compliment."

"Hm," You hum, glancing down at the red fabric you're draped in, "Yeah, I'll choose to take that kindly."

"And he wants to- woah," Eddie's eyes go wide and his hand tightens around your own momentarily, "Uh, hold your hand."

"What?"

"He wants to hold your hand!" Eddie insists, "And- Jesus, Venom! And tuck you into bed."

"I said fuck!" A voice roars from deep inside of Eddie's chest, and before you know it black ooze is emerging from your boyfriend's skin. You panic, yanking Eddie-turned-Venom into an alleyway between two apartment buildings and praying that no one is watching you.

"I said I wanted to fuck you into the bed," Venom clarifies, towering over you in the dark alley. If you didn't know him, in any other scenario, you'd be fainting from fear. But the hulking alien doesn't bother you now, and you put a hand over his mouth full of sharp teeth to try and get him to quiet down.

"Okay," You soothe, trying to acknowledge him so that he doesn't feel so misinterpreted, "Okay Venom. That's very- uh, nice. But you can't be out right now, you know that. Please just go back inside Eddie?"

"He is lying, I cannot trust him!" Venom huffs, voice not quieted at all, merely muffled by your hand, "I did not say I wanted to hold your hand. I said I wanted you to fuck my tongue!"

"Charming," You spit, face flushed with fire matching the heat in your belly, "Really, Venom, I- I'd like to, but- but we're out now, and I need you to quiet down and go back inside."

"Eddie does not deserve to take you on dates like this. He does not tell you how good you look."

"Yes he does!" You insist, still clamping your hand desperately over Venom's mouth. It does nothing, but you can't stand the thought of letting go.

"He uses words like gorgeous and beautiful. They are true," Venom promises, "But he never says sexy or delicious. Those are true, too, and you should hear them."

"Thank you, Venom," You croon, moving your hands to his cheeks to tug them closer to your face. He accepts a kiss to the teeth, seeing as he hasn't bothered to give himself lips in this form, and it's a rather odd sensation on your own. But it quiets him down, and he's calm under your touch.

"I'm happy you think those things," You grin, and you can't deny that you're flattered, "But if you want to say those things, we have to wait until we're home. I promise, as soon as the door shuts behind us you can join Eddie and I, okay? He'll say beautiful, you can say..." You fumble for a term, inches away from Venom's face, and he offers a helpful hint.

"Hot stuff!" He roars, definitely loud enough to be heard from the street.

"Okay! Okay, hot stuff," You nod, peering horrified at the mouth of the alleyway to make sure no one is coming to investigate, "That's very nice Venom, I'd love to hear that later."

"I will go back inside now," Venom tells you, and your heart rate spikes when you hear rushed footsteps coming your way, "But I will see you later."

"Later, later!" You promise, and the symbiote can't seem to melt into Eddie fast enough. As soon as the face in front of you is tan instead of goopy, you surge for it, locking lips with Eddie in a gesture you hope looks passionate and not rushed.

The man doesn't know what you're doing, but he doesn't care. He lets you slam him against the wall behind him with a soft groan, and you shut your eyes just as the footsteps thud beside you.

"Oh-" A resident of the nearby apartments scoffs, "Gross. Get a fucking room or something, you'll get an infection out here. Perverts!"

You flip the man off for good measure, and wait until he's a safe distance away to part from Eddie. He looks dazed from the kiss, but as soon as he comes to, he's got a message from Venom.

"He wants to know if he can bite that guy's head off," Eddie drawls, and you sigh, typical.

"No," You scoff, grabbing Eddie's hand and leading him back out of the alleyway, "But we should get home, he's got lots to say to me."

"And do to you," Eddie's face scrunches as he listens to Venom's rambling, shaking his head slightly at a suggestion you don't hear, "I- I don't think that's possible, buddy."

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𖦹 MAL’S 4K CELEBRATION!

guys 4k finally!!!!! I’ve been waiting for this for so long cos I missed doing cellys and I’m hoping this will get me back into writing properly!! but that’s beside the point, thank you so much for 4k followers, I definitely feel unworthy of it tbh. but thank you for following me and supporting me and keeping this hobby of mine going! cos if I didn’t have you all as my emotional support I’d probably have given up writing on here by now. so thank you!! I love you all so much!!!! kisses for everyone 🤍🤍

p.s. please be patient with me especially with the blurbs!! I haven’t written anything proper in a while but I’ll try my best! xx

rules ─── stick to the character and prompt lists below. no nsfw requests please. send in as many asks as you like, anon or not. please keep it to one request per ask so it’s easier for me to keep track of!

celebration open june 11 to june 21

⟡ characters! james potter, remus lupin, sirius black. eddie munson, steve harrington, jonathan byers. tasm!peter parker, peter quill, miguel o’hara, hobie brown, eddie brock.

⟡ prompts! assorted dialogue, fluff dialogue, question prompts, reassurance prompts

STAR TRIPPING, blurbs ─── send in a character + a prompt from the lists above and I’ll write you a blurb!

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Requesting for tasm! Peter Parker.

Reader is daughter of Eddie Brock btw. (Just an extra detail)

Anyway I was wondering if you could write something where the reader and Peter were childhood friends and ended up losing their v/cards to each other before the reader had to move away to live with her dad (her parents separated)

Reader comes back and Peter finds out this and that she also has a four year old kid. (Who is his)

So his reaction to this and her being back.

I was like hmm i dunno what to write for this one but then i started and couldn't stop. what was supposed to be a short blurb became 5k. i switched it up a little bit but I think I hit all the points you asked for.

disclaimer: this is my first tasm! peter fic, i have never wrote smut, i try and tiptoe around it but this is a lil smutty, also i haven't seen venom yet (it is on my list) so i tried to be as subtle about him as i could.

its got angst, fluff, family stuff and smut.

“Fuck, I missed this.” 

Peter groaned into your mouth. His spit covered your lower lip, the passionate forceful kisses were sloppy, mouths moving and teeth clicking with the occasional tongue meeting before fleeting to a new spot. 

He pulled away to catch his breath and kissed down your neck. The sloppy marks felt cool against the air where the spit dried. 

“Fuck, I missed you.” 

Peter grabbed a handful of hair at the back of your neck and pulled down so he had more access to your neck and collarbone. “Can’t wait to fuck you.” He easily tossed you down into the bed, he pulled at his belt with one solid motion taking it off in one go. 

“Gonna make you miss what you had and left.” 

He got on top of you and leaned down to kiss you again. He knew he was rushing this but he was scared if he stopped touching you, stopped talking to you, you would disappear again. He hadn’t seen or spoken to you in 4 years. He wanted to ask why you cut him out of your life. 

You both had been best friends for as long as he could remember. Your parents were divorced, staying with mom almost full time and seeing dad every once in a while, mostly on summer breaks. You grew closer through the years and closest in high school. In high school things took a turn, not for the worst. Definitely not for Peter, but maybe for you. Is that why you stopped talking to him? 

He wasn’t sure how it happened. He was at his desk looking over a new camera he picked up at a thrift store just chatting about it. You had told him once before that you loved his voice, that you just wanted to hear him talk to you. It could be about the weather, or a new skateboard trick or it could be him explaining a camera’s moving parts.

He was telling you about the model. “Look, so you see this switch here? You would think it's just a light to see when it’s on or when the flash is on right?” He looked at you nod. “Right, but it’s actually a shutter release! I haven’t seen one of these in a minute, it’s cool right?” 

“Right.” 

You stared at him. You looked him over. You weren't sure when it happened but Peter started to look good to you. His jawline looks sharper than before, it looked smooth and you wanted to face it with your fingertips. His hair pulled down into his face more, you wanted to smooth it back. You’ve run your fingers through it before, but you wanted to grab it, pull it, grip it. You knew he was tall but lately the more you look up at him and inspect his jawline, you want to pull him to you and watch his smirk when he tells you about some guy he caught on patrol, or maybe it was school, you weren’t listening to him much these days. Using the excuse of conversation as a way to watch him move around, his mouth moves in a way that he half grins at the end of each sentence. His arms move around in such a gait he talks with his whole body, his laugh lights you up from the inside.

 Even now, he sits at his desk, cork board on the wall in front of him, you can see pictures of the both of you throughout the years. One you were both dressed in ‘adult clothes’ as you both called it at the time. It was a picture taken at the 6th grade send off end of the year school dance, you both had silently agreed you were each other's dates. You remember laying your head on his chest and feeling the outside noise stop. That was the first time you said he felt like home. 

He’s still blabbing about the camera. You can’t think of anything else other than how fucking bad you want to kiss him. You want his words to break and bend at the meeting of yours, you want to feel his chapped lips, you want to blend his lips into yours. 

So, you stand. You walk over to him and sit on his lap. You’re straddling him with your legs barely touching the ground. He looks at you wide-eyed. This was new territory, you guys were physical with each other, sure but it was the normal hug here and there and maybe a kiss on the cheek when one was down. 

But this? Your core pressing into his waistline, the way you grinded on top of him, scooting closer to his face. This was new. You pulled down at his neck, the second he was in kissing distance you kissed him. 

You pressed yourself tight to him, the camera in his hands dropped to the desk. He grabbed your waist and tightened his hold. He was holding you into himself. You begged his bottom lip to open, begging for more action, the heat you felt building in your body the past year melted into his mouth. Both of you were pulling back for a breath but never stopping, never asking why or what, both of you needed a rest before you kissed down his neck. You might have stopped there but when you hit that spot right below his ear it was finalized right then. 

He moaned and breathed out a “fuck” right into your ear, instantly sending chills throughout your body. You clenched and rested on top of his zipper. You looked him in the eyes and rolled your hips, his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his head falling back, his Adam's apple left out in the open, you pressed a kiss to it. 

You ground harder, his jeans stiffening. You could’ve stopped there. But, you pulled back, you looked at him, any signs of discomfort would end this. He kept looking at your mouth, eyes silently pleading to have them back. You lent back on his knees and lifted your shirt over your head, his eyes immediately shot to your chest. 

One second Peter was talking about a camera shutter and the next you were on his lap making out, grinding onto his hard dick and exposing your pink bra to him. He was a little whiplashed from it all. He realized not one word had been shared so far, he opened his mouth to speak but your hips pressed harder into his and this time you were the one who shrunk into him, a groan breaking through the air. You did it again, and again. Now both of you were leaning into it, both of you were pushing hips to meet in the middle. 

You knew right then you were going to fuck him. 

Peter looked at your chest again, he watched your breasts move with your quick breaths, your nipples hardened through the fabric of your bra, the subtle jiggle with each hard grind. He looked at your face to see you watching him, it was the sublest nod but he saw it and his hand went behind your back. He took a breath, this was it, he was about to see his best friends tits, and he was going to fuck her. 

In one motion the bra fell down your shoulders and you flew it behind you. His hands immediately cupped them, he felt your nipples between his fingers, he pulled a hand away to pinch at one, the sigh that fell out of your mouth left him wanting to keep playing with you. The sounds of gratification made him strain harder in his pants. You grabbed his hair, a fistfull, you pulled it to your chest pushing his mouth onto your boob, his mouth working quick to suck. You held your hand in his hair, making him stay in place as you grinded with the motion of his sucks and pulls. 

One hand on a nipple the other guiding your thrusts with your hip, you cried out. 

“Peter, Peter,” He tried to pull back but you locked him in place. 

“Peter!” You whined out the name, his hand pulling you as fast as you could follow his pace. 

“You’re gonna make me cum!” You shouted the words. He raised his hips more, he was fully meeting your middle. You stutter and still for a moment, every muscle in your core pulsing, begging for more. You lose your grip on Peter’s head, he pulls back and sees your blissed out expression. Still panting, but your eyes were heavy lidded, cheeks lit up in a ruby hue. 

“I didn’t get to see you cum.” He whispered the words and moved hair behind your ear. 

You pressed into him and felt he was still just as hard and stood up, you looked at the bed in the corner of the room. You looked between him and the bed.

 “I’ll let you watch this time.”

He nodded. What was understood didn’t need to be explained. 

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It wasn’t talked about. 

You both would act like you were going to hang out like normal except instead of just watching movies you would ride him with a movie playing in the background. Instead of Peter walking you through the skateboarding newbie set up for the 900th time you would hug him from behind and just ask him to kiss you instead. 

Right before the school year ended, before this ended, you were hooking up. This time wasn’t like the others. The first time was hot and rushed, the others were slower, they were almost romantic. They made you feel closer than ever. But this time, this was different. Peter was treating you like his girlfriend, he was being dirty. 

“Gonna fuck you like no one else could.” 

“Want you to scream my name. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.” 

“Be good for me.”

“C’mon pet, don’t be shy now. Look at me.” 

He stilled and looked at his camera on the bedside table, you whined and tried to push your hips to sink him back into you. He shushed you, “you can be patient.”

He lent over your head thrusting into you with such force you grabbed his shoulder and groaned, your legs opening wider, one hooking around his waist. He grabbed his camera from the side of you and turned it on, he pointed it at you. Dick drunk, your body flushed, hips red from his grip, your forehead glistened and purple marks carried from your collarbone to your tits. 

He continued to trust in and out, watching your body move with the weight of his pushing you. 

He watched your expression and waited for the perfect moment. He almost pulled all the way out, and paused for just a moment before slamming into you with such force your mouth dropped open and the flash went off. 

“Look how good you were taking me.” He showed you the photo afterwards.

You were pressed into his side, your chest stuck to his with the stick of your sweat. 

“I look like a slut.” His head shot to the side to look at you. 

“What?” 

“I look like a slut.” 

His brow furrowed. “No you don’t.”

You nodded, “Your slut.” 

“You’re my slut?” 

“I want to be.” 

“Give me a kiss, slut.”

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Peter remembers this vividly, he knows you did too. 

Imagine his surprise when not even 2 months after that you told him that would be going to live with your dad in California and go to college there. He was confused more than anything, this was a total 180 from your plans. He knew that you were going to go to Columbia, or NYC university or somewhere here, so when you told him you would be leaving in a week and didn’t know if you would see him again his world felt like it was falling apart. 

Somewhere along the way he went from loving you to being in love with you and he felt like you did too but when you moved away and days turned into weeks and months to years with no contact he felt left behind and forgotten. 

When you knocked on his door 4 years later he closed his eyes and opened them again, he couldn’t believe it was you. You looked like yourself but older, not much had changed but everything. 

“I need your help.” 

He moved aside to let you in. You were having trouble looking him in the face. 

“I didn’t know if you still lived here.” 

“I’m right where you left me.” 

He watched you try to explain that, when the silence went on too long he realized that’s not why you were here. He sighed. This was painful, the girl he spent his whole childhood with, first girl he loved and had sex with had no other reason to be here right now other than to get his help, or as he would expect she didn’t need Peter’s help. She needed Spider-Man’s. 

“What can he help you with?” 

You looked at him confused, “Who?” 

“Spider-Man. I know you’re not here for me.” 

You looked guilty. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just show up, I wasn’t sure if you still had my number.” You cleared your throat and watched his blank reaction. 

It’s my dad, Peter.” You paused and shook out your hands. 

“My dad needs your help.” 

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You had Peter pull your jeans off, it was a hot quick moment. 

After Peter had helped you figure out exactly what was wrong with your dad and before you could go back out there to help him with what came after Peter had kissed you at your mom’s house. 

Your mom still lived at the same place. You still came to visit her but not Peter, your mom iced him out too. He assumed you told her what happened and she was disappointed in him. 

The second he kissed you, it threw you back to high school and all the emotions that came with it. You allowed yourself this one moment before things had to go back to the way they were. He couldn’t know. You wouldn’t let him. 

One quick fuck later you were in the kitchen with him making some tea. You still knew the way he drinks it. 

“Why did you stop talking to me?” Peter asked the question but quickly added to it. 

“What happened to us?” 

You knew he deserved an answer, an explanation. You both fell in love and then you dipped and disappeared. You knew it had to hurt because it hurt you too. 

“I’m sorry. A lot happened, I know I have to tell you one day but I don’t know if I can right now. Just know that I left because I didn’t want to ruin you. Ruin what you had.” 

“You ruined what we had!” He stood, his eyes piercing you with pain. 

You were playing this circle around the problem game and he wasn't putting up with it. He wasnt a dumb kid in love anymore. He was an angry 23 year old adult. 

“I know! I just couldn’t do that to you! I just couldn’t do it to you.” You looked down, your eyes became watery. 

“Do what?” He exasperated. 

“Mommy?” 

He turned his head and looked at a boy behind him. A child. A toddler. A kid. 

His eyes went from the kid to you and back and forth. The boy was staring him down. 

‘Mommy’ he thought, ‘Mommy’ She’s a mommy. This is her son. She has a son. This is why she left. She left for a kid. Her kid. She was a mommy. 

“Mommy?” He repeated. 

You cleared your throat. You smiled at your son. 

“Yes, baby?” 

He pointed a thumb to Peter, “Who’s that?” 

“An old close friend.” 

The small child turned to look at Peter, really look at him. He sized him up, he noticed he had a freckle on his arm just like him. He turned to his mom, “Mom look! He has the same arm dot as me! Look!” The boy pointed to the spot on Peter before lifting his arm to his mom, “See!” 

You laughed at him, “Yes, baby. I see.” 

“Mom, you said daddy was an old close friend.” 

He shuffled closer to Peter. 

“Is this my daddy?” 

Peter stayed silent. He did the math. He had to be. 

“Babe, can you go draw my friend a picture? He loves Spider-Man just like you.” 

The child’s eyes widened. He turned to look at Peter, “He’s so cool! I love his webs, thwip!” He shot out his hand like the webslinger. 

“I’m going to draw you a Spider-Man picture!” He ran away with another ‘Thwip’ sound and ran back around the corner. He tugged at Peter’s arm. “Don’t go anywhere daddy, okay?” 

When he was gone he stared at you. 

“Mommy.” He was monotone. He was emotionless. 

“Daddy.” You nodded at him. 

He blew a breath and slapped his hands on his thighs. He wanted to scream at you. He wanted to berate you, he wanted to know how you could be so selfish, so heartless to get pregnant with his child and run away so he wouldn’t know. He wanted to run out of the house because your mom, the one who was almost as much a mom to him as May, knew about this and let it happen. 

He felt shit on from every side. 

“This is fucked up.” Peter shot the words at you. 

“I know.” 

“You’re fucked up.” 

You nodded. 

“What the fuck, Y/N?” He ran his hand through his hair, he bent over to rub at his eyes and slow his thoughts down. He wasn’t the angry type but he was pissed. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

You stayed silent. You deserved this much. You knew it would happen. 

“Fucking talk to me!” 

You jumped at the noise, this is the first time Peter’s yelled at you. He slammed his hand on the countertop. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you. It’s so fucked up and its on me.” 

He snorted at that line. 

“I was a kid Peter! So were you. You had more than I had. You have so much to live up to, you’re a hero, and you’re smart and you have the best future ahead of you. I knew my future the second I read that test. It wasn’t a good one, and I couldn’t drag you down with me.” 

“That’s my kid.” He pronounced every line.

“You had no right to hide that from me.” 

“I know! I know and once he was born I wanted to tell you. I’ve wanted to tell you. I just didn’t know how and the years went by and I was in too deep. What was I supposed to do? Just call you up like ‘Hi Peter, I know we haven’t spoken in a year but we have a kid, wanna meet him?’” 

“Yes!.” He nodded his head. He couldn’t believe how stupid you were. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t do that. I didn’t want you to feel forced to be in his life.” 

“I wanted to be in your life! You started this! You kissed me, you slept with me! You made me fall in love with you and then you run away and have my kid in private?” Peter was exasperated. 

“I wanted to be with you too. I didn’t want you to feel like it was a pregnancy trap.” You were allowing him to berate you, it was the least you could do. 

“I missed 4 years of his life, Y/N. Am I supposed to walk in now? Do I become a long distance dad like you had growing up? Do I forget he exists?” Peter started to cry. You frowned and stepped towards him, he stepped back. You broke his trust. 

“I don’t-” He closed his eyes. 

“I don’t want to be here right now.” He opened his eyes and looked at your face. You looked sad. 

“I don’t want to be around you right now.” 

Peter turned to leave when a little body ran into his legs. 

“Hi! Look, I made this for you.” He handed over the page with red and blue skribbles. There were black lines around so he made the educated guess they were buildings. He knelt down to the kid's height.

“Thanks buddy. I love it!” He wanted to hug him, he wanted to ask his favorite color, and show, and game, and what his bedtime was, what his favorite dinner was, if he was like mom more because she liked waffles or more like dad because he liked french toast. He wanted to take a picture of him, something to remember this moment. The first time he met his son. 

He settled, “It was nice to meet you little dude.” 

He stood towards you. “I’ll see you.” 

“Bye Daddy!” 

His heart hurt as the door shut on them. 

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Three days later there was a small knock on the door. It was more like taps, at first Peter wasn’t sure if it was someone or just a branch. He heard the tapping continue and opened the door. He looked around but saw no one, just as he was about to close the door a small voice spoke up. 

“Hi mister.” 

His head shot down to the ground. His son was standing in front of him with a backpack and a teddy bear. “Mommy says we have to hang out.” 

He should have seen this coming, you had been trying to contact him since the night he met his son. Peter was trying his best to ignore you, he just wasn’t sure what he would do yet. 

Peter let him inside and watched as the small boy pushed his backpack on the kitchen chair and handed Peter his teddy bear. “He needs to be safe. You hold him.”

“Mommy said to read the note in my backpack. Can I have juice?” 

Peter walked to unzip the backpack, a change of clothes and a few toys were inside. He pulled out the note and turned to the boy.

“What kind?” He walked to the fridge and opened it. 

“We have apple, orange juice and -” 

His son cut him off, “Orange. Apple is gross.” 

Peter smiled, “I think so too. Your mom likes apple juice.”

“Yeah, she always said I'm like daddy when I want orange.” 

Peter sat the boy down and let him swing his legs on the chair while he sipped on juice and a few cookies Peter had stashed. He set his bear down on the seat next to him, the stuffed toy also getting a glass of juice and a cookie.  He unfolded the letter and started to read.

Peter-

I’m sorry to spring Theodore on you when you weren’t ready. You deserve to know him and he deserves to know you. I cannot explain how let down I am at myself for not telling you about him and letting you miss his first years, I can never give that back to you. But, I can give you his future years. He’s a cool kid, he reminds me a lot of you. You can talk to him about anything. He loves chatting, really just a big babbler. Remind you of anyone? It's unfair but one night with him will let you know how the future is. He doesn’t know you’re dad yet. If you don’t want him to know it’s okay. 

-Y/N

“Tell me about yourself Theo.” 

The boy smiled wide. “That’s my name!” 

“Is it?” 

“Not all of it, but yeah.” 

“What’s your name?” 

“Theodore Aiden Parker.” 

Peter choked some. You didn’t totally erase him from his son’s life. 

“I love that name.” 

Peter felt caught up in the past 4 years in one night. He had been run all around the house, went shopping for snacks and dinner, and picked up waffles as well as ingredients for french toast. Dad won the juice competition, he wanted to win the breakfast one too. His son said that he didn’t need naps anymore because he was a big boy, Peter told him that even big boys need naps.

 (His son asked if he needed naps too and Peter agreed instantly.) 

Theo had asked about Peter too, what he did, how old he was, if he was in school too, if he had any kids, which was a hard one to answer, he landed on “not any that I knew of until recently” and his son said “what?” 

After dinner, which had been Theodore's favorite, hamburger helper. He forced his mom to buy it because of the ‘happy hand man’ and then decided it was his favorite so he needed it every week now. He got Theo to brush his teeth and change into his pajamas which were Spider-Man themed, Peter decided to match and put on his own themed pajama pants. Peter pulled a book from his son’s backpack and read it to him, just as he was finished and Theo could hardly keep his eyes open he asked Peter the question he hadn’t all day. 

“Are you my daddy?” 

Peter looked the boy in his eyes, he wasn’t sure how we would do this but he couldn’t not know him after knowing him. 

“Yes I am. I’m sorry I wasn’t there before now.” 

His son shrugged and got on his knees to get face to face with his dad. 

“It’s okay daddy. You’re here now.” He pressed a kiss to his dad’s cheek. 

“Goodnight daddy.” 

Peter stood to shut off his light, he would be sleeping on the couch tonight. 

“Goodnight Theo.” 

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Peter let you in the door around eight in the morning. 

“How was he?” 

You watched Peter pan around the kitchen making both waffles and french toast, he gave you a look and you had to laugh. 

“You dealt with that alone for 4 years?” He whisked a bowl. 

“Now I know why they say moms are superheroes. Fuck, Spider-Man couldn’t do that.” 

“That bad?” You raised your eyebrows at him. 

“Daddy!” You heard your son yell from the other room searching him out. 

“Whaty?” Peter called back. 

“Daddy?” 

“In the kitchen bub!” 

You bit your lip to stop the smile from taking over your face.

 Peter looked at you with squinted eyes, “Oh you love this don't you?” 

You bit your lip harder, “Mhm.” 

“Mommy’s here!” You bent down for a hug but he passed you by to hug his dad’s legs. 

“Dad,” He tapped at Peter’s thigh, “Mom’s here.” 

“I see!” He bent down and wrapped a hand around the boy and scooped him up. 

“Do you want to help with breakfast?” 

His son shrieked and hit his arms and yelled at him to put him down. “Carter! Where’s Carter?!” 

When he set him down he went running to you, “Mom, I can’t find Carter. Tell daddy to find him!” 

Peter looked at your face, “Peter,” Your son yelled out, “No! Daddy!” 

You looked at him and started again, “Daddy, do you know where Carter is? He’s Theo’s teddy.” 

“Hey bub, let’s go check the bed. I tucked him in with you last night, remember?” Peter dusted the flour off his hands on the sides of his shirt, and followed his son to his room. They searched through the blankets and found Carter still sleeping. Peter carried Carter to the table and set him a spot with the rest of them. 

Peter and Theo finished breakfast with you watching and chatting along with the boys. You and Peter still had a lot to talk about but right now, the way you all flowed felt natural. 

There was no forcing any of these pieces, Theo took to Peter like a son to father, you and Peter bounced off each other with talking to Theo and helping the other out when it came to entertaining the small child. 

If you allowed yourself you would imagine you were a true family, one where you never left and Peter watched Theo grow up and you lived in this house with him and you woke up every morning with him by your side. 

You wanted that life, but you were too scared to allow yourself to have it. Would Peter take you back? Could you start this again? What would this mean for your dad, or your job, or your son. You watched Peter pour everyone a cup of juice, orange for himself, Theo and Carter and apple for you. Your heart thumped at the give in to Theo’s fantasy with his teddy bear, he was playing dad. He jumped in the role automatically, as if he was here the whole time. 

You watched Peter pile waffles on your plate, french toast on his, and one each on Theo’s plate. He even made a plate with a little of everything else on the table for the stuffed bear. “Just as good as I remember, dad.” You poured extra syrup on the remaining bit and stuffed a piece of bacon in your mouth. 

“Thanks, mom. I’m glad you like it.” He smiled at you and looked at the boy about to have a bite of his waffle, “I missed it actually. I missed it a lot.” You looked sad, he knew he held some resentment he wasn’t sure would ever go away but he knew how remorseful you were. 

“I missed it too.” Peter kept his eyes locked on yours when their son between them spoke up after sharing a look with his bear. 

“Missed what?” He shook his head and took a bite of his french toast and hummed. 

“Carter likes french toast more than waffles mom.” He stuffed another bite into his mouth. 

“That’s okay. I’ll forgive him.” 

Peter finally asked his son, “What one do you like better? French toast or waffles?” 

He watched his son look between both parents. Then looked at Carter who actually liked mom more but loved dad's breakfast better and felt safer in his arms so Carter said he needed both of them. 

He smiled at Mom and Dad. 

“Both.” 

[shayyprasad]

SHAY'S 100 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION!

you're invited! to celebrate 100 followers (small milestone, but it's still something), i'll write fics and blurbs that have hot men in them for you! scroll down to find this party's agenda...

this will take place from febuary 21st, 2024 to march 31, 2024!

THESE ARE ALL X READERS!

the guestlist! pick a character down below!

-tom holland + co (nathan drake, peter parker, arvin russel)

-zendaya + co (michelle jones)

-miscellaneous characters: bucky barnes, loki, steve rogers, stucky, tony stark, miles morales, doctor strange, peter quill, eddie brock

the menu! pick a something to go along with your character! make sure to pick a genre when you send in an ask (fluff, angst, flangst, could be a lil spicy but no nsfw!)

-character from a guestlist and a dialougue prompt from this list or this list... make sure to specify who's doing it!

-character from guestlist and an action prompt from this list or this list... make sure to specify who's doing it!

-character from the guestlist paired with an au... action/dialougue prompt is optional (venom!reader, blackcat!reader, cop!peter, actress/singer!reader, etc).

rules and regulations! just a few things to mention...

-no nsfw/smut!

-specify a genre (fluff, angst, flangst) please!

-when you send in a request, even more so for the au, please give a little summary!

-i mostly write for marvel characters, (aside from arvin russell and nathan drake) so if you send in one of those, you'll be more likely to get a better, longer fic. this includes michelle jones, peter parker, zendaya, tom holland, arvin russell, and bucky barnes, but you don't have to.

note from the author!

little late on the 100 follower... we're closer to 150 now! thank you to all the people that have liked, followed, and reblogged! also, i only write for fem!reader and gn!reader. when requesting, please pick one. keep in mind, my default is fem!reader. i try to stay inclusive for everyone, but if you want short!reader, tall!reader, or anything of the sort, please tell me!

ask to be added to the taglist, and check out my full masterlist here...

works from this event!

taglist @whatsupstark @ell0ra-br3kk3r @idli-dosa @susvale @kdbsr-h @littlemsbumblebee

[love-hatred-stuff]

◆love-hatred-stuff◆

masterlist

⚠=smut/suggestive ♡=fluff ★=angst

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Bucky (mcu) fics / blurbs:

♡★ - strawberrys and cigarettes always taste like you

★ - can't forgive you

♡♡ - my darling

♡★ - solo

♡★ - solo sequel shot

★ - regrets and tears to catch

★ - college bucky

★♡ - snippet 1

★♡ - dbf!bucky

♡★ - Part.2

„tales of bucky‘s heart“ series:

★ - envious

- sorrowful

- you, with me

- close enough

- breathing

- sinful

- droplet of joy

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Other fics:

★♡⚠ - eddie brock / venom

★ - enough (jj / obx)

[bcyhoods]

✸ cece’s 100 celebration !

this celebration is now closed! the finished blurbs are attached below and can also be found in the characters’ respective masterlists!

ohem goodness a milestone ?!?! thank you sm for all the love, especially on the things i’ve posted thus far! it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and silly. giving you millions of kisses and hugs and cookies x

navigation. masterlist.

finished blurbs / drabbles / headcanons !

✸ fake dating with rockstar!eddie

✸ “you feel like home to me” (tasm!peter)

✸ “how about a kiss before i go” (eddie brock)

✸ “you’re welcome to stay, if you want” (eddie munson x librarian!reader)

✸ “is that blood? is it yours?” (peter parker)

✸ “honey, i’m home!” (steve harrington)