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[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Peter coming into the kitchen placing his phone down in front of Y/n: Can you guys watch Y/n and Venom for a while I’ll be right back! *runs out of the kitchen leaving you perplexed*

Y/n looks at the phone recording: erm okay-

Venom popping their head out and staring at the camera: Y/n what is this?! Is that what I looked like? Is that what you look like?! I think we both need face surgery!

Y/n: I’m not ugly! What the hell are you talking about?!

Venom: I am simply pointing out about the fact that you are not as beautiful as some other people I have seen!

Y/n: Why you fu-

Wanda coming in: Woah woah you two what happened? Why are you guys shouting?

Y/n: Venom is insulting me in front of the camera!

Venom: I was taught to always tell the truth!

Y/n: Taught? No one taught you anything! You couldn’t even count to 5 without me counting with you!

Wanda sighing: Okay you two, time to go back to the rage room for a little bit okay?

Venom: Yes! I love that room! *quickly drags Y/n with them to the room*

Peter coming back into the kitchen: Erm hi Miss maximoff, sorry for causing all that

Wanda: It’s okay Pete, let’s just agree to not provoke the scary alien again okay?

Peter: Okay sorry!

[fanged-fanfics]

Creatures Commandos platonic request, can you do Dr. Phosphorus x Child! Venom Reader (the only difference between them and OG Venom is that they can withstand extreme heat.), I need this radioactive skeleton man to be a dad again.

Y/N was abandoned by their family as a toddler, which gave them extreme abandonment issues, they get attached to Phosphorus and he lets them because they can touch him and he misses being a dad. You cannot tell me that he DOESN’T miss being a dad.

☆ Of Flames And Little Flickers — Dr. Phosphorus & Venom!GN Reader Fic ☆

Genre: Fluff, Familial || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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Pokolistan wasn't exactly the worst place to bring a kid, most figured. But most people weren't on a mission to keep an insane purple villainess from tearing up the local government. Phosphorus didn't exactly find the idea of you tagging along to be a fond one— he loved having you around, but this could easily become an assassination mission at the flip of a dime. Considering what you had to go through before, he didn't wanna risk you getting any more hurt. But your abilities were deemed too valuable to go without, so there you were, traveling locked up in the same car with the rest of the monsters.

The long plane trip gave you jetlag more than anything, and you didn't manage to get good sleep after being dragged out so early to get on the flight. After Phosphorus forcefully positioned Weasel to the other side of the car, he made sure you could sit beside him. You were in a staring contest with GI Robot before Phosphorus gently nudged you, pointing out to the window behind his head. "See all that, kid? It's riding on your slimy little shoulders to keep all that from blowing up" he said. He made a motion with his hands to mimic a combustion, flaring a little brighter as he made the sound effect himself. You laughed at the display, and he chuckled while rubbing the top of your head.

"Not too worn out, yeah? We got a big day protecting this princess" he asked you. You shook your head "Nuh-uh. It's just... early". "Well, it's midday by now, kid, a little too late for 'early'" Phosphorus responded back. You groaned, sitting back in your seat "Why did it feel like we got dragged out so soon?" You complained. "Timezones, bud" Phosphorus said "Had to get up early to be here on time. It's a whole new country". You paused, soaking in the reminder of the unfamiliar landscape. You scooted closer to him, grabbing hold of his sleeve. Phosphorus wrapped his arm around you in return. Jeez, it'd been 15 years since he was able to have this. Someone who could stand to be near him, and who actually trusted him enough to lean on.

"You getting tired there, little hellraiser?" He asked, seeing you beginning to nod off. You stubbornly shook your head, mumbling in protest. He chuckled once more, pulling you up close to his side. To the average person, it was deeply scalding and searing to the touch. But to you, it was like being pressed against the warmest heater that could ever be offered. Your wide eyes slowly fall shut, feeling the comforting repetitive motion of Phosphorus petting your back to soothe you. Your head falls onto his form, using him as a foundation to lean on. He'd been that ever since you arrived, really. Support, stability, a shoulder or hand to reach out to. A jaded and crude support beam at times, sure, but he did his best to conduct himself at least a little bit around you.

While you slowly drifted to sleep, Phosphorus kept his gaze on you, seeing how you were able to relax against him. It was a familiar sight, one that made what was left of his heart ache. He looked up, seeing Bride not far at all taking note of it as well. He held a finger over where his mouth used to be to signify quiet. The stitched lady gave a sigh that showed she wasn't very impressed but, well, when was she ever? Phosphorus moved his coat to wrap it around your shoulders for extra protection, using a hand to shield you from the sun. He gently pet your back a bit more before simply keeping his gaze looking around for you both. No one could tell except for Phosphorus himself, but this time, he really was smiling.

[m0chisenpai]

This scene but with Miguel and venom!reader, you thought Miguel was built before? Imagine him with venom

[dollzstrology]

Just finished watching Venom: The Last Dance and it was sooo good!! Now I wanna write Venom!Miguel x fem!reader and Spider-Man!Miguel x fem!venom!reader🤭!!

[diejager]

Hi! I'm not sure if you're still doing/taking requests for the monster!141 au anymore so feel free to just ignore this if you aren't! 😊

But if u are can I request a drabble/headcanon about venom!hunter? I'm curious about the dynamic between them (venom & hunter) and how they got along and worked together (i don't really know how to phrase it🥲) when they first met.

Also how did they first met? How does venom get along with 141? I'm not sure if u already wrote about it.

Venom!reader headcanon

Cw: blood, gore, cannibalism?, canon-typical violence, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 898

Your meeting with Venom was an accident, a coincidence culminated from horrible events, you weren’t supposed to separate from your squad and he wasn’t supposed to die in the body of an incompatible vessel. It was a moment of shame and disgrace, making the simplest mistake one could do in your positions, but everything had a reason, no? Because you found Venom and he found you, he was your way back and you were his compatible vessel.

It was… difficult at first, sharing one mind and body with someone else took some time. A lot of time. It was a struggle of push and pull, your calm waters and his violent storm. While you preferred to stray from trouble, Venom loved it, actively seeking it out whenever he had control of your body. There was a lot of fighting, internal struggles and bickering back and forth, but you eventually came to an understanding —common ground. 

If he let you live your life - a dangerous one filled with blood and violence, still a young private in the army without any achievements and with big dreams - have monopoly over your body whenever you were off the field, you’d relinquish your key on his cage whenever he was hungry while you were fighting, letting his loose to run his rampage and fill his stomach with the heads of enemies. 

It was a relationship built on mutual respect, you for his determination and him for you strength. You understood one another, so your occasional disagreement grew rarer and rarer. You didn’t fight about feeding him only chocolate because you couldn’t stomach the sight of bitten heads. You didn’t fight about wanting excitement when times were too quiet. You didn’t fight when you wanted a few moments of silence in your mind. And you didn’t fight whenever you felt him poke his head out of your sleeve.

This symbiotic relationship only meant that you;d grow closer to each other, he got to know you on a fundamental level and you got to discover more and more about his past and dreams —he had a few wild ones, but all attainable. You shared your fears, your secrets and your pains, you laughed when he stammered after your promise to protect him, his blubbering words and growls sent your way when he said that he would be the one to do the protecting. His reasoning being that he was bigger, stronger and more dangerous than you and your little explosive weapons. 

It was from then on that he called you Little One, a slip of his tongue while you laughed and kicked your legs at his flustered face, his head reaching from your shoulder to glare at you. He acted like a love sick puppy afterwards, often calling out to you when he was bored, nudging your arm while you worked, wanting pets and kisses, or would shower you with loud and boisterous affection. Though he always proclaimed it to be him providing for you, it wasn’t affection - no - it was him watching over you like a guardian —or so he mumbled. 

He would step in if he deemed a situation too dangerous for your fragile, fleshy body. He’d warn you, let you know where and who was coming for you, be it a sniper from a mile away or a group of armed soldiers sneaking around you. If you couldn’t deal with it in time, Venom would forcefully push his way out of you, covering you in a protective layer of his body, the mass of muscle and sinewy cords building a protective shell. And fortunately, it’s only happened when you were hidden away, the knowledge of Venom’s existence would bring unwanted attention to both you and him, none of which were good. 

You met Venom before your study and test for the rank of combat medic, getting his support and mind to help you through it all, his photogenic memory, his talented hands and strength. It was only after earning you new rank, did Laswell contact you for the position on the Task Force 141 since your record held no sign of hateful acts towards monsters and hybrids, and your high success score. 

You both vowed to keep Venom a secret from anyone, he was off the record in every sense, unknown and a mystery, a variant that you were adamant to keep a secret. Venom didn’t… hate the men, he might’ve had a small dislike for their attraction and affection towards you, he was a possessive and protective symbiote, but seeing how you were a permanent fixture in the TF, he was forced to tolerate them. He would let you know what he heard and sensed from them, small secrets he caught or fun, little pranks that he wanted to do, and occasionally protect them. Only because you cared for them, he’d hate to see you sad and worried, Venom preferred seeing you smile and laugh. 

And following these events, Venom could openly interact with the hybrids, unafraid since it wasn’t a secret anymore. He was a bit reluctant, but slipped from your collar whenever someone mentioned something he liked: chocolate, human meat, you or violence, grinning maniacally and flashing his big, white teeth. Despite his apprehension, Venom was a menace, to them as much as he was with you, and yet you still loved him so much. 

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[swiftyangx12]

Something about Kenji…

[(A/N)]: Inspired by this post.

[Over at Kenji Sato’s place]

Venom: *Speaking in their head* “I’m hungry.”

[Y/N]: I know, I know. Just give me a second.

[The two are searching through the kitchen area.]

[Y/N]: There’s chocolate bars I hid somewhere around here…

[As [Y/N] checks through the cabinets and notice some light beaming behind them.]

[Y/N]: Mina, I know I’m not supposed to eat at midnight but Venom is hangry. Y’know how grumpy he gets, just don’t mind me… *They turn around expecting the spherical A.I.*

[They see two brightly glowing eyes staring back at them in the dark.]

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!

[Y/N]: MASK!

Venom: Copy!

[This is for visualization of [Y/N]’s transformation. ↓↓↓↓]

???: No no no! It’s me! Mina, kitchen lights!

[Before Venom could strike at him, lights turned on showing just Kenji in his pajamas.]

Venom: *Stopping his attack midway* Uhh…

[Y/N]: “Kenji?” *Reverts back to normal* Why are you up so late? And what were those blinding lights?

Kenji: *Rubbing his eyes a bit* Emi woke up, needing to see me.

[Y/N]: Okay, but what were those lights?

Kenji: My eyes. That’s what you saw.

[Y/N]: Your eyes? I didn’t know you can do that.

Kenji: Yeah, it’s a long story.

[Y/N]: You can explain everything in the morning. Right now, Venom needs chocolate bars or he’ll eat my liver.

Kenji: Right, right. The whole compound thing.

[Y/N]: And sorry for almost beating you. I thought you were an intruder.

Kenji: It’s fine, you’re just protective. “Fuck, that was terrifying.”

[cherri-tomato]

Venomous.

Chapter 1: The Laboratory

Pairing: SpiderMan x fem!venom!reader

Chapter Summary: y/n visits an abandoned lab to find some good photos for a class assignment but finds herself in over her head when she comes face-to-face with a creature calling itself venom.

Chapter content: Near death experience, descriptions of injuries, angst, potential body horror (its venom soo), brief mention of animal death, brief mention of vomiting (non-graphic), mention of assault (not to reader)

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The old Oscorp laboratory that sits on the outskirts of New York wasn't exactly the place most college students expected to spend their Friday night. Even y/n, who usually spent her time alone or developing old photos in her university's old darkroom instead of hanging out with nonexistent friends, didn't make a habit of visiting dilapidated buildings alone with only a camera and a flashlight. 

The lab was in the middle of the forest, surrounded by a rusting chain link fence—a ‘CAUTION! ELECTRIC FENCE!’ The sign was on the ground beside said fence, having long since fallen off. Normally this would have made y/n turn around and try to find a less dangerous place to take pictures for her photography class, but it just so happened that a large, y/n sized hole had at somepoint been cut into the fence, leaving the perfect entrance for curious (and borderline suicidal) university students to slip through with relative ease. 

The laboratories walls were covered in vines, the plants wrapping themselves around anything their tendrils came into contact with. The door to the lab was gone, leaving just a gaping hole as an entrance, and y/n entered easily, snapping a few pictures of the outside as she did. The inside was, much like the outside, a complete mess. The walls, once a pristine and clinical white, now a dirty, greenish-gray, with splatters of what y/n could only hope was just some random chemical and not blood. Blue double doors lined the hall, a small rectangular window on each one. After opening a few doors and taking some photos of the old science equipment, she finally found herself standing in front of the last door at the end of the hallway. Through the small windows she could see it was a stairwell, and pushed the door open, entering the well and taking some pictures of the eerie stairs leading into the complete darkness of the second floor. 

Pointing her flashlight up the stairs, she began to climb. She stopped at the second level door which was marked with a large ‘2’, and gave the handle a rough shove to push the door open. The hallway itself was much the same as on the first floor, though it was certainly worse for ware. The walls were covered in an oozing black, ink-like substance, and a couple doors were completely gone. y/n took a step back, only managing to snap one or two pictures of the bizarre scene before she felt something under her begin to shift. The floor below her made an awful cracking sound and some debris crumbled from the ceiling above her. She took a shuttered breath and was about to turn and run when the ceiling suddenly gave out, and everything went dark.

A heavy pressure was the first thing she felt. Then, an excruciating pain shot through her entire body. She tried to scream, but the ruble covering—or rather, crushing—her made any noise impossible. All but her head was trapped. Above her, she could see the hole she had fallen through just barely in the dim light and dust filled air. She coughed, and felt the pressure compress her chest. She wondered, in a hazy and distinctly concussed way, if she was going to die here. Alone, crushed by the heavy cement ceiling of an abandoned building she was never meant to be in. Tears welled in her eyes, and she let them close for a moment before she felt something drip onto her face. ‘Blood?’ she wondered. Her eyes fell on the hole she'd fallen through to see that the inky black stuff was dripping down from the floor above and landing directly on her face.

If she could move, or even feel, her arms, she would have immediately tried to wipe the strange goo off her cheek, but she was immobilized and could only watch in disgust as the black sludge dripped onto her. Then, she felt the inky stuff move. And she froze. The slime wriggled against her skin and she could only hope it wasn't some sort of poison as she felt the thing be absorbed into her skin. 

Something changed at that moment. Y/n couldn’t tell what, but something did. She felt her arms twitch, and then her legs—which she was certain were completely broken—seemed to snap back together. She cried out in pain as her body's bones corrected themselves, her scraped skin gluing itself back together before she felt the same black sludge engulf her entire body.

Something was definitely wrong with her. That's the first thought that passed through y/n's mind when she felt herself standing, the rubble that was crushing her now light, and her body, which had previously been torn apart by the fall and subsequent cruising of all her bones, now felt strong, mended and somehow improved. She moved, though she felt as though it was both not her own movements and completely of her own volition. She lifted her hand and- oh. Yes, something was in fact very, very wrong with y/n. Her own hand was gone—or rather, covered by a longer and, well, sharper one. Her skin was instead a black inky mass of sorts—the inky sludge that had covered her no doubt—and her fingers were longer and clawed. She looked down at herself and was met with the same sight. An inky black mass was now replacing her once distinctly human form.

She must’ve passed out then, because when she finally came to, she was once again in the forest, laying on her back and staring up at the stars. She lifted her hand, which was shaky and scratched, but no longer broken or made of slime, so she supposed that was an improvement. 

“It's about time you woke up.” 

A voice said, and she sat up, looking around frantically for whatever had spoken, but found only forest. She tugged at her sleeve nervously. “Jesus, I must be losing it..” she muttered, trying to steady her rapid heart beat. 

“Think again, kid,” the voice spoke again, this time accompanied by a…head? It seemed to be emerging from her back. She turned, but there was no one behind her. That was, apart from the head, now grinning. Its mouth, which was put on full display thanks to that damned smile, was large and full of sharp teeth. its eyes were white and angular, staring into her very soul. 

“

“W-what…” She could feel herself break out in a cold sweat, goosebumps covering her skin. “What the fuck are you…?” She asked, because what else could she even say? 

“We are Venom.” it said, and her brow furrowed. 

“We?”

“You and I, kid. We are Venom. And we are hungry.”

She shook her head, forcing herself onto her feet. “For what? People!?” She stared at the head. 

“You learn quickly.” it—Venom—replied, and y/n’s heart dropped to her feet. 

“No. Absolutely not.” She took a step back, but Venom, of course, wasn’t exactly going anywhere. “I'm not doing any of this little shop of horrors bullshit!” She was practically screaming at this point. ‘this whole thing is crazy!’

“You owe me, kid. I saved your skin; now it's your turn.” Venom said, its grin growing impossibly larger. 

“I-i never asked for your help! I didn't even know you were…alive.” She shuddered at the memory of the inky slime covering her.

“Come on, y/n. You scratch my back, I scratch yours.” 

she froze, her blood running cold. “H-how do you know my name…?” She asked, and Venom made a noise that was probably supposed to be a laugh.

“Oh, I know everything about you, y/n l/n. I'm inside your head.” She flinched as venom leaned closer, its black tendrils brushing against her skin. “I know you want power. You want to be seen. I can give that to you.” 

she shook her head. “No, no! You’re… you‘re not real…” 

She turned and began to walk, ignoring the voice that continued to speak.

“Come on, kid. I know you want to.” 

“Shut up! You don't know anything about me!” She forced herself to walk faster, stepping over logs and roots as she finally made her way out of the forest and onto a street. “This is fucking insane. I’m losing my god damn mind…” She muttered to herself, walking down the sidewalk. She didn’t recognize the part of town she was in, but that was the last thing on her mind. She must've been walking aimlessly for quite a while, because when she stopped, she realized she was in the middle of the sidewalk in an area of town where a young woman definitely wouldn't want to be alone at such an hour. 

“Don't be scared kid, you have us now.” 

She startles, glancing around to try and spot the head of Venom, but not seeing any sign of it. “God, don't do that shit!” She hissed, rubbing the nape of her neck as though to remove Venom from her all together. 

She moved to start walking again when a noise stopped her dead in her tracks. It definitely sounded like a cry of some kind. She looked around, and wrapped her arms around herself nervously. Y/n slowly walked forward, not making it very far before she heard the noise again, and turned to stare into an alley. 

She narrowed her eyes; somewhere in the darkness she can see the form of two people, one cowering on the ground and the other standing menacingly over them. She bristled. ‘A mugging?’ That was probably the best case scenario all things considered.

“We could help.” venom said, its tendrils curling around her arm. “You want to. Just give me control.” 

She took a sharp breath. She could save them, but would the cost be worth it?

She didn’t get to finish thinking, because the looming figure pounced causing the person on the ground to shriek, and then something inside her snapped and she became Venom.

The fight, if you could even call it that, didn't last long. Venom wasn't lying when it said it was hungry, and the assailant was no match for its jaws. The person huddled on the ground—a woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties—had run the second the person attacking her was distracted. Good. 

Y/n tried not to think about what just happened, even as venom retreated back into her and she ran from the alley, not stopping until she was standing in front of her dorm building. She unlocked  the door, stepping inside and letting out a sigh of relief as she collapsed onto her creaky bed, burying her face in her pillow, and then promptly getting back up to go vomit in her toilet.

Venom was quiet for a while, and she hoped it was because it knew she needed time, but maybe it was just digesting. She didn't sleep much that night.

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Spider Man landed on a roof near the alley he had heard the screams from. It was quiet now, but he knew that wasn't necessarily a good sign. He dropped into the alley, looking around for any signs of someone in danger, and froze. A puddle of blood, some black, inky looking substance, and a woman's purse were the only things in the alley. He picked up the bag and cracked it open, retrieving a wallet and then an ID. He looked around—whoever left the blood was gone, but they obviously weren't looking to rob anyone, considering the wad of cash still in the woman's purse. He was about to investigate further when he heard sirens and carefully placed the purse down; they would have an easier time returning this to its owner after all. He swung out of the alleyway, still unsure what exactly went down in the small amount of time it had taken him to get to the scene.

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Miguel O'Hara x Male!reader

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As Miguel slipped in and out of consciousness, he became vaguely aware of being dragged along the hallway by some unknown force. It wasn't until he regained some level of lucidity that he realized it was one of your black tendrils wrapped firmly around his ankle.

All around, the sounds of battle echoed - cries of pain and success melding together, only to become silence as you took him deeper into the structure's internal complex.

You hummed softly to yourself, navigating the maze-like corridors with ease while keeping Miguel close at hand

"V-Venom," Miguel managed to croak out, struggling against the paralyzing effects of Scorpion's poison coursing through his veins.

Continuing the journey deeper into the base, you cast a tender gaze upon Miguel. Your voice held a sickly sweet tone, gently whispering words meant for his ears alone.

"We've missed you so much, amor."

Miguel, however, was barely holding on, fighting back waves of nausea caused by the debilitating toxin coursing through his veins. He opened his mouth to respond, but only managed a pitiful moan in reply.

The sudden ceasing of movement rouses Miguel from his drowsy state just enough to notice you stopping in front of a door marked by a prominent medical symbol.

Everything became hazy again as your slimy, black tendrils went to work on breaking through the keypad lock securing entry.

Then, everything went black for Miguel…

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A low hum gradually filtered into Miguel's awareness, slowly awakening him from unconsciousness. He groggily blinked open his eyes, greeted by a harsh glare emanating from the sterile white ceiling above him.

Disoriented, he soon discovered he lay atop a cold metallic stretcher, rigid and unforgiving beneath him.

Grunting in discomfort, Miguel rolled his head to the side where a tray of medical supplies rested on wheels. Various syringes and vials occupied its surface, suggesting recent use.

Just as Miguel started to relax, a chillingly serene voice invaded his personal space.

"We were worried you wouldn't wake," you said nonchalantly, studying him with such intensity.

Startled, he whipped his head towards the source, finding you perched comfortably on another bed nearby.

Eyes locked onto yours, Miguel felt his blood run cold at your unsettling calmness – unmistakably predatory in nature.

An oppressive silence filled the space between you both, punctuated only by the relentless buzzing of fluorescent lights above.

Unsettling tranquility hung heavy in the air as you leaned forward expectantly, ready to continue your conversation.

"We hope you were dreami-"

However, before you could finish speaking, Miguel sprang into action. In one swift motion, he flung himself off the stretcher, grabbed its metal railing, and hurled the entire thing directly at you with impressive speed.

You remained entirely unfazed by the incoming projectile as long tendrils burst forth from underneath your clothing, effortlessly stopping the stretcher mere inches from your face.

Each individual strand contorted and flexed in unison, crushing and tearing into the metal structure with minimal effort before casting aside remnants like discarded waste material.

As quickly as it had begun, it ended; an eerie stillness hanging in the air.

Miguel was gone.

"Rude."

There was no anger in your tone - simply mild irritation tinged with disappointment.

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Miguel sprinted through the winding corridors without looking back, every fiber of his being urging him forward. Every muscle screamed in agony as he rounded corners and vaulted obstacles with newfound determination.

Eventually reaching the expansive hub of activity, he observed countless Spider-People working alongside each other, collectively pushing back against an overwhelming tide of evil forces.

Relief washed over him momentarily, replaced almost instantly by renewed determination - finding Spider-Byte and fixing The Go-Home-Machine was now mission critical.

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Suspended midair via tendrils looped around his neck, Hobgoblin gasped for breath while desperately thrashing around in random directions. His struggles proved futile against your iron grip; eyes bulging in terror as he looked at your calm expression.

You waved a photograph casually under his nose, tapping at the figure of Miguel. Two other figures were captured in the image, but they had been scratched out with sharpie in an erratic way.

"Have you seen him pass by?" You asked sweetly, casually flicking your wrist in a manner that tightened the hold slightly – eliciting a panicked yelp from the trapped villain.

With subtle adjustments to your grip, you allowed enough leeway for Hobgoblin to speak freely without fear of suffocation taking over completely.

His voice trembled as he stammered out his denial. "No, I swear! Never seen him!" He insisted, frantically shaking his head to emphasize sincerity.

You dismissed Hobgoblin's protests with a simple hum, signaling your skepticism but accepting his statement nonetheless.

You released Hobgoblin abruptly, your tendrils flinging him through the air until he collided with a nearby wall with bone-crunching force. Dust clouds rose as he slumped to the ground lifelessly.

Your attention shifted towards another hostage suspended upside down by your tendrils - a Western-style cowboy hat obscuring most of his face save for a pair of terrified eyes peering back at you warily through his red bandana.

"¿Y tú, arañanita?" you queried gently, pulling him closer while pressing the photograph up against his masked face for emphasis.

"Have you seen him?"

Unease etched across his features as he examined the snapshot showing Miguel's likeness within its borders. Despite attempts to hide his recognition behind a facade of stoicism, the slight twitch of his eyebrow revealed the truth.

He knows

"I don't even know who he is," he lied smoothly, maintaining composure despite the racing rhythm drumming through his body like wildfire.

Yet as his gaze met yours, fear gripped him fully as he saw a knowing look reflected in your irises and a faint smile gracing your lips.

You know

"We're in a hurry, so we'll make this quick," you murmured soothingly.

With those final words uttered, two thick tendrils snaked their way around his skull, muffling any protest that lingered on his tongue thereafter.

Within moments, the helpless cowboy found himself engulfed in complete darkness due to your suffocating grasp covering his face entirely.

His muffled cries grew louder but ultimately faded into the air of the isolated area.

[the-kr8tor]

I'm sorry about the last one I just got way too excited to express my admiration for your works, I forgot to check!! But I've checked now and I saw The "Imagine if Hobie was prowler" that actually sounds really cool!! I was thinking if you could write something about that, maybe Reader is someone who he cares a lot for but it turns out they're also fighting against each other, (I haven't actually tackled the whole Universe of spiderman so I was genuinely just thinking of Reader as someone with powers TvT) but yeah I got a bit curious about that, I'm not sure if you wrote about that yet since I haven't went in all the master list and hopefully I don't finish it yet cause I'd be left with the deep emptiness (I love all the series so finishing it while it's ongoing would devastate medhdhx) but if you did you can discard my message or if this is too much, that's alright!!

Oh and I'm really happy I didn't make you Uncomfortable it's my first time writing something to a writer and I got anxious TvT I hope you have a great day!!

No worries! You're good! I put my own spin on it, I hope you like it! ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x gn! Reader/ Prowler! Hobie Brown x gn! Reader

Word count: 1k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw blood, cw violence, cw injury, tw death, Prowler! Hobie, Venom! Reader, ANGST.

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The air runs cold, and your breath staggers in your throat. The fighting around you hasn't stopped, nor all the screaming, and bleeding flesh. But everything seems to cease when you see him. The noises deafen, debris and blood stilling in the air— Hobie in all his glory, covered in metal and crimson iron. Hobie, whose face is obscured by steel plates over his familiar face, purple smoke ebbing out of his suit. And yet, despite his rough and intimidating exterior, despite his sharp claws and sharper gaze, your heart still longs for him. He still feels like home.

Home, you haven't thought of it in years, the trees that dance in the wind, soft lavender wandering through the air. And your little house in the middle of the fields you once shared with him. A house that now ceased to exist, burned to ashes, nothing left but dark soot and blackened smoke that seemed endless. Ever burning, flames still snaking along the lavender fields, forever burying your memories with him under the red hungry flames. Those memories still live with you, deep down. You hope it still lives with him. If not, you'd rip it from your heart and hand it to him in your waiting ruby drenched palms.

“H-Hobie?” You ask in a broken tone, even though your soul knows him from where you stand. In between gore soaked bodies, bodies you've ripped and chewed yourself— he stands there motionless. You wonder if he still bears the warmth you used to hold in your arms.

The metal bridge creaks and squeaks, hinges about to give up from the stress of the fighting in its steel embrace. Tethering close to devouring every soul standing on its last life. You've felt the earth collapse years ago. If the ground fell from under you, would you notice?

Hobie doesn't answer, you see his chest rise and fall, gauntlets leaking blood. You don't know if it's his or someone else's, you just know it's not yours. Not yet. Would he hurt you?

You stand there, all worn out, arms bleeding and throbbing, legs trembling from the sheer pain. And yet, your eyes never leave his own mechanical mask, as if you can see the worry behind the steel curtains.

He stands there, heart ripped out, still beating atop the bodies laid out in front of him. He stands there, but he should walk towards you, run towards you and hold you. Hold you like he once had in that lavender field he once called home, hold you as if he didn't lose you all those years ago.

To live in his delusion, to never leave from the haze of the past. He longs for it, to stay where he once held you.

But the blackened tendrils coming out of your wounds is the one that he's fighting against. It curls around you, wrapping you in its mass. White eyes in place of your own that he sees in his dreams, sharp claws and lolling tongue— he doesn't see you anymore. Can't see you underneath the obsidian flesh of his enemy. He wonders if it's still you under it.

With a gutteral screech from the large mouth of the alien mass inhabiting your body, he takes his guitar from his back to pluck its strings. The noise could kill you, or it could liberate you. So he decides, and he plays.

The sound reverberates around the bridge, the creaking pauses for a moment, replaced by the ear piercing shrieks from the venoms. Hobie sees you crumble to your knees, tentacles of black slime ripped apart at the seams.

Your face is revealed under the mass, contorted into pain, the light in your eyes slowly fading as the creature feeds on your very being. Your nails dig into the slimy flesh, desperately trying to rip it out from your body. Eyes meeting with Hobie's, you nod for him to continue despite the blood spilling from your ears.

With bated breath, he strums again. More shrieking, more screaming, flesh torn apart, teeth chattering above the sound. His eyes never leave from your suffering as tears prick from his eyes. Grief snakes along his stomach up to his chest, pressing hard on his heart.

“Again!” You yell, ripping and gnawing at the agony filled venom. He follows, another strum, and another, one by one, venoms leave their hosts, and one by one, the bridge's wires collapse. But your own demon doesn't yield, it clings to you like a babe, holding onto you like a lifeline.

“C’mon!” Hobie stalks closer, plucking his strings over and over again despite your screams that would haunt his dreams. The venom wraps around you in its cold embrace, your own screams stifled with its arm over your mouth, choking you. “No!”

The bridge crumbles, someone tries to yank him away and take him to safety. But he shrugs them off, even if it means his own death.

“Hobie!” You manage to yell, “run!” It has you in a chokehold, dark veins ebbing from its touch towards your skin. It's killing you with it. Swallowing you in darkness, drowning you.

He abandons his guitar to dig you out of the mass. He rips out a chunk but it's immediately replaced and healed. Your muffled breaths can still be heard from under, he doesn't leave you. He won't leave you to die in the arms of the thing that took you from him.

Claws cutting and tearing, he heaves, breath stuck in his lungs. Yanking his helmet off, you see his face from the last pinprick of light. You wish there was a smile on his face instead of the desperation and fear. Still, you wished for home and you got it.

He pleads, and he calls for you, and his face is the last thing you saw before you fell into the suffocating depths.

The bridge collapses from under his feet, and he falls with you, holding onto you, plunging into the icy tides below. In the water, venom dissolves into nothingness, and he could finally hold you again as he joins you on the other side.

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

Agatha holding you by your neck: Explain to Rio what you did

Y/n: I didn’t do anything!

Agatha: Don’t lie to your parents!

Y/n: you’re not my mom!

Rio:…What did you do?

Agatha: Show her!

Y/n: No-

Venom’s head appearing: We are Venom!

Rio: Oh, great, you have a parasite

Venom: We are not a parasite!

Y/n: Yeah! We’re not a parasite!

Rio: How did this happen?

Y/n: We bonded, they needed a host and I felt bad and they wrapped around my hand and everywhere else-

Venom: Then we had lots of food! Lobster and chicken!

Y/n: I’m no longer a vegetarian…my tummy hurts actually, it’s not looking good

Venom: your stomach problems will be a problem for us in the future!

Rio: So we have to look after you now? Like scratchy and Victoria

Venom: We are not a pet! We’re a powerful being and will destroy the world!

Y/n: Can we lie down first? I’m feeling sick

Venom: Yes Y/n rest! Then when we wake we’ll take control of the world!

Agatha: Who knew that myself and a parasite would have so much in common

[kissingchamber]

Hi! Could you do something with Spider-Man and a male reader Venom?

ofc anon!!! i love venom!reader sm

adding this to my list but i have a few other writings to also do so this might take a little to post ��

[deathofacupid]

this is one of my new fav fics!!!!!

Malevolent As I’ve Ever Been

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!reader

Synopsis: Venom!reader in scenes of no way home

Masterlist

First police interrogation

“Oh good, you’re here. Thanks for coming in, miss L/n.” The first officer said as he sat across from you in the interrogation room.

“You forcibly removed me from my home.” You said flatly.

“I’m officer Stacy.” He continued. “I’m sure you know why you’re here.”

“I’m sure I don’t.”

“Have you requested a lawyer?” He asked you.

“I don’t need one.” You shrugged. “I haven’t committed any crimes.”

The detective gave you a strange look before opening up the Manila folder. He spread the contents of the folder out on the table and slid them towards you.

“Are you aware that you’re connected to the murders of Dora Skirth, Carlton Drake, Cleatus Kassidy, Frances Barrison, Roland Treece, Maria Gustavo, Sam Medina, and the disappearance of Detective Patrick Mulligan?” Officer Stacy asked you. You stared at the photos in front of you, momentarily caught off guard by your past. Not wanting to look phased, you gave a simply shrug and folded your arms.

“Yes, I am aware.” You said simply. “But connected is not that same as convicted, my guy.”

“Right. Can you explain this photo?” Officer Stacy asked as he slid a picture of you in mid air as you hopped a fence at the Life Foundation. You recognized it as the time you broke into the foundation and first bonded with Venom, but Officer Stacy didn’t need to know that.

“That’s not me.”

“That’s not you?” He raised an eyebrow.

“No.” You shook up head. Officer Stacy sighed and pulled some more pages out of your unfortunately thick file.

“You are also connected to the San Quentin prison riot, the St. Estes fire, the motorcycle chase in San Francisco that left several injured and dead, the explosion at the Life Foundation, and the collapse of the Grace cathedral. Just to name a few.” Officer Stacy continued. You silently stared at the pile of evidence that had been culminating against you and folded your arms.

“I would like a lawyer.”

In an interrogation room a few rooms over, Peter was being questioned by a group of police officers. He was already freaking out and felt even more anxious when he saw May walking through the station.

“Why is my aunt here?” Peter asked. “She had nothing to do with this. She wasn’t even in London when it all happened.”

“Relax, Parker.” An Officer snorted. “We brought your Aunt and friends in for some questioning.”

“You brought my friends in? But they’re completely innocent.” Peter insisted.

“We are questioning Ned Leeds and Y/n L/n right now to see if you’re right.” Another officer spoke up, making Peter’s heart stop.

“Wait, you left Y/n alone with a bunch of cops?” He asked with wide eyes.

“Don’t worry. The big bad police officers are not gonna hurt your little girlfriend.” An Officer laughed meanly.

“Yeah, I know.” Peter scoffed. “My little girlfriend is gonna hurt the big bad police officers.”

Back in your interrogation room, you had several police officers plastered to the wall with Venom’s tendrils. You had Officer Stacy dangling upside down in front of you as you asked him some questions of your own.

“Where is Peter?” You demanded.

“We can’t tell you.” He wheezed, face going red as all the blood rushed to his head.

“Then I’m gonna swallow you whole and shit you out!” You growled as your sharp teeth came out. An officer broke away from the wall and made a break for the door but you quickly snatched him up.

“Where do you think you’re going? No one’s leaving until you tell me where my boyfriend is.” You warned as you pulled the officer over to you with a long black tendril.

“He’s detained. You can’t see him.” The officer said in a strained voice as your tendril tightened around him.

“There’s no such thing as can’t.” You said as Venom enveloped your body. You opened your mouth and were about to bite his head off when you heard a familiar voice.

“Y/n!” Peter called through the doorway. Venom immediately went back inside and you dropped all the police officers to the ground.

“Peter!” You smiled sweetly and ran out of the room. You hugged him tightly and kissed his face as the officers you’d been holding captive rubbed their arms and heads.

“Are you okay? May told me they just showed up without warning.” You frowned as you rubbed his cheek comfortingly.

“I’m okay.” He assured you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Can’t say the same for the cop who tried to handcuff me.” You grimaced and nodded towards an Officer that was walking with a limp.

“We bit his ankle.” Venom told Peter.

“Yeah. Full disclosure, I may be detained overnight. Fuller disclosure, I think I’m a wanted criminal. But we can talk about that later. All that matters right now is you.” You sighed and pulled Peter into another hug.

“I’m so sorry about this. How did they even get you here?“ Peter mumbled against your shoulder.

“They showed up at my door and I cooperated.” You shrugged.

“We had to shoot 6 elephant tranquilizers into her.” Officer Stacy grumbled as he walked past you. You gave him a death stare and pulled one of the remaining darts out of your butt.

“I’m just glad you’re okay. Can we go home now?” Peter asked you.

“You can. I am actively being arrested.” You kept your smile as one of the officers put your hands behind your back.

“Oh my God.” Peter said as he watched you get handcuffed.

“It’s okay. I’ll be out in 24 hours. They really don’t want you biting cops. Who knew?” You laughed as they led you away.

Meeting with a lawyer

“Well thank you, Mr. Murdock. I feel a lot better about this now that Peter’s out of legal trouble.” May sighed and rubbed Peter’s back.

“Can we talk in your room for a second?” You bent down and whispered in Peter’s ear. He thanked Matt one more time before following you to his bedroom.

“What did you want to talk about?” Peter asked nervously as he sat down on his bed. After everything he put you through lately, he had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going. Instead, you locked his bedroom door and pushed him back onto his bed. Before he had a chance to ask what you were doing, you were kissing him. He happily kissed you back and let all the drama of the week melt away. You made out on his bed for a while, only pulling away when you needed air.

“Sorry for the ambush. You looked like you could use a distraction.” You chuckled as you rested your chin on his chest.

“I really needed that.” He smiled softly. “Thank you.”

“It’ll be okay, Pete.” You assured him and kissed his cheeks. “I think Mr. Murdock clearing your name is the first step towards things going back to normal. I know this is really hard for you right now but it won’t be hard forever.”

“You’re right. I just hate that it’s hurting so many people. You and Ned didn’t get into college because of me. May has to look for a new place to live because of me. It all got so out of hand.” He sighed and looked away.

“It’s not your fault. You didn’t know your identity being exposed would have this affect.” You said as you combed your fingers through his curls.

“Still. It feels like it’s my fault.” He sighed. “I wish there was more I could do to help. Maybe you can write an article on how unfair MIT is being and get people to call them out.”

You were silent for a minute and rolled off of his chest. Peter looked at you curiously as he pulled you into his side.

“The Daily Bugle kinda fired me.” You admitted as you gave Peter a weak smile.

“Because of me?” He frowned. “They can’t do that.”

“It’s okay. I understand why they did it. I can’t intern at the Daily Bugle and write articles about Spiderman when I’m dating Peter Parker. They would all be biased since I love you so much.” You teased him and kissed his cheek. Despite your efforts to convince him that you weren’t upset, Peter’s frown didn’t budge.

“I’m so sorry.” He sighed. “This is so unfair. I know how much you love to write.”

“It’s fine.” You waved your hand. “There will be more jobs. I already got an interview at the coffee shop at the end of the block. If they ask though, my name is Laura Vatraction.”

“You’re way too talented to be pouring coffee. You should be writing.”

“I’ll write again one day.” You assured him. “Plus, I might love pouring coffee. It could be my new calling.”

“It’s not fair. You shouldn’t have to face the repercussions for my mistake. I’m public enemy #1. Not you.” He grumbled as he stared up at his ceiling.

“If you’re public enemy #1, then I’m public enemy #2. Simple as that.” You said as you brought his face back to yours. He still looked guilty, so you rolled back onto his chest and kissed his face until he stopped frowning.

In the Undercroft

“There was a huge power surge by some phone lines a few miles from here.” Ned read off his computer.

“That must be the guy I saw on the bridge.” Peter realized.

“Okay. You go find the flying green gabagool. I’ll stay here with Ned and…these guys.” You said as you gestured to the villains in captivity.

“Why would you stay here?” Ned wondered. “Shouldn’t you and Venom help Peter?“

“I’m staying here because if doctopus or Barney and friends break free, you’re gonna need some protection.” You replied as you pointed to Doc Oc and the giant lizard.

“No offense, but how would you possibly protect him from us?” Doc Oc asked you from within his cell. Before you could answer, Venom enveloped you and ran over to Doc Oc’s cell.

“What did you say to us, metal octopus man?” Venom growled. “We are the Lethal Protector. We could protect Ned from 10,000 of you. Do you think you and you tiny sunglasses would stand a chance against us and our bulging muscles?”

Venom finished her sentence by pointing an accusatory finger at Doc Oc. She quickly went back inside your body when she was done yelling, leaving you with your finger still pointed at him.

“Oops. Sorry about that.” You laughed sheepishly and put your finger down.

“I’m sorry, did that thing just come out of you?” Doc Oc asked in shock.

“You’re judging me?” You scoffed. “You’re in a floor length trench coat and your fursona is a steampunk octopus.”

“My what?” He titled his head and asked.

“Baby, please don’t explain furries to him right now.” Peter groaned as he pulled on his mask.

“Sorry. Good luck on your mission”. You gave Peter an apologetic smile and blew him a kiss. Once he was gone, you turned back to Doc Oc.

“This isn’t over.” You warned. “And for your information, I have a parasite.”

Meeting the three Peter’s

(I’m gonna use real names to make it less confusing)

“Aw.” You smiled softly as you watched the three Peter’s work in the lab.

“What?” Peter wondered.

“It’s three you’s.” You gushed. “You guys all look so cute in your suits. I need a picture.”

“Honey, not now please.” Peter asked kindly. “We’re really busy. We gotta get those cures done and-“

“Cheese.” Andrew held up a peace sign and smiled for your camera.

“Peter 2 and 3 are cooperating. Why can’t you be more like them?” You playfully scolded Peter. He rolled his eyes before smiling as well.

“So cute.” You grinned and snapped pictures. “So cute.”

“You should show them our suit.” Venom suggested from inside you.

“That’s a great idea!” You gasped and put your phone down.

“What did you say? And to whom?” Andrew looked at you curiously.

“Sorry. I actually wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to the parasite inside me.” You said as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“What?” He repeated as he exchanged a look with Tobey.

“Don’t worry about it.” You waved your hand. “I have to go get into my suit. I’ll be right back.”

“She has a suit?” Tobey asked Peter.

“It’s a long story.” Peter prefaced. Just then, you walked back into the room in your all black Venom suit.

“Now we all match.” You smiled as you did a little spin.

“Oh wow.” Andrew nodded. “Goth Spiderman.”

“Wait, where did you get that?” Tobey asked when he recognized the black suit.

“Venom made it for me. I honestly think it’s made out of my skin.” You cringed a little as you held out your arms.

“Did you say Venom?” Tobey asked as he touched your suit. Peter watched the physical contact but said nothing.

“Yeah.” You lit up. “You know Venom?”

“Yeah. I had him for a little while.” He recalled. “Those were dark times.”

“Really? You had Venom?” You gasped. “I can’t believe she didn’t kill you. Wait, did you say he?”

“We are gender fluid.” Venom cut in as she came out in her snake like form. Tobey and Andrew looked at Venom in shock, but Peter and Ned were unfazed.

“Huh.” You nodded. “I did not know that about you.”

“I can’t believe you guys are friends.” Tobey remarked. “My venom made me do all these weird, crazy things.”

“You’ve eaten people too?” You whispered with wide eyes.

“What?” Tobey backed away. “You eat people?”

“No.” You said quickly as your eyes darted to the side.

“Yes.” Venom admitted, making you sigh in defeat.

“Oh my God what?” Andrew looked at Peter with a dropped jaw. “Dude, your girlfriend eats people?”

“I try not to think about it.” Peter said as he shut his eyes.

“So this thing just lives inside of you at all times?” Tobey asked.

“Pretty much.” You shrugged.

“And you get along?” Andrew wondered.

“Oh, no.” You chuckled. “She constantly tears down my self esteem. They keep me safe though.”

“That’s nice.” Andrew smiled weakly. “As someone who has never had a venom, as you two put it, I’m curious. How does it work?”

“Do you guys want to try? I could put it inside you.” You offered.

“Oh my God.” Peter hung his head in shame at your choice of words. He already didn’t like his variants fawning over you, and now you were making innuendos.

“No thanks.” Tobey took a step back. “I’ve already had it inside me.”

“Other Peter, what about you? Do you want it inside you?” You asked.

“Yeah, okay.” He nodded. “You could put it inside me.”

“My aunt just died.” Peter reminded everyone.

“Give me your hand. It’s gonna feel a little strange at first but you’ll get used to it.” You said as you took Andrew’s hand.

“I’m so nervous.” Andrew laughed nervously as you turned his arm over.

“Don’t be nervous. I’ll be right here.” You assured Andrew as Venom crept up his arm before disappearing into his skin.

“I hate everything about this.” Peter mumbled to himself.

“Woah. I feel it.” He looked at you incredulously as Venom bonded with him.

“Is it okay?” You asked him.

“It’s kinda cold.” He admitted. “Ow! What was that?”

“Venom! Do not bite his kidneys!” You said as you snapped your fingers.

“I think that’s enough for now.” Andrew shuddered and practically threw Venom back at you.

“Fine by me.” You mumbled as Venom absorbed back into your skin. You looked around at the three Peter’s, taking into account how attractive each of them were. You smiled a little to yourself as you got an idea.

“Hey do any of you guys know what eiffle towering someone is or-“

“Y/n.“ Peter cut you off with a disappointed sigh.

“I’ll stop.” You nodded and looked down in shame.

The final battle

“Ned, I can’t just stand here and watch. I gotta help them.” You said as you and Ned watched the three Spidermen fighting through the portal.

“But Peter told us to stay here.” Ned reminded you.

“Yeah. But he didn’t tell us that.” You replied as you turned into Venom. You ran out onto the scaffolding and jumped into action. When you climbed into the crown of the statue, you found the sandman inside.

He started coming at you, so you rushed at him. You tried to bite his head off, but your teeth went right through the sand. He tried to punch you in retaliation but his fist turned to sand the minute it made contact with your shoulder. You looked at each for a moment, both realizing how pointless your fight would be.

“Let’s not.” You decided, and he agreed. You climbed out of the crown and saw Ned hastily moving his arms in a circle.

“What are you doing? Close the portal.” You told him as you changed back into yourself.

“I’m trying. It’s not as easy as it looks.” He whined as continued trying. His panicked expression melted into one of pure fear as he looked at something over your shoulder.

“Dude, the giant lizard is coming at us. Run!” Ned cried and ran further into the lab. You turned around just as the lizard caught up to you. It grabbed you by the shoulders and roared in your face, making you burst out laughing.

“Bitch please.” You laughed before changing into Venom and roaring even louder. The lizard let out a whimper and ran away from you, so you began to chase it. You tackled it and both of you fell through the middle of the scaffolding, landing on a couple of wood planks below. You wrestled and clawed at each other for a while until the lizard grabbed Venom and threw her off into the sea.

“Seriously? Every time?” You called after Venom. The lizard snapped at you but you put your foot up to hold it back.

“Jokes on you. She’s gonna find her way back to me in the knick of time and-“

Before you could finish your sentence, he slashed you across the face with his claws.

“Ow! You bitch!” You scoffed as you covered your face. You smacked him across the face and then back hand smacked him while he was still recovering from the first one.

“That’s right. I don’t need a symbiote to kick you in your lizard balls.” You growled before lunging at him. You landed on his chest and started to choke him out. It didn’t take long for him to overpower you and flip you on your back.

“You won’t be able to stop me.” He growled.

“Ew. You talk?” You choked out.

“Once I get my hands on that box, I’ll be able to go home and turn the entire city into reptilian hybrids.”

You stopped fighting him for a minute and looked at him curiously.

“Wait, that was your evil plan?” You scrunched your nose. “You were gonna turn everyone into lizards?”

“Yes.” He growled.

“I mean, that’s kinda lame don’t you think? Like why would you even do that?” You shrugged, making him choke you harder.

“I wasn’t being mean. I was genuinely asking. Why would you want everyone to be a lizard? What would that accomplish?” You asked as he strangled you. The lizard retracted his claws and plunged them into your stomach, looking down in confusion when he didn’t feel them go in.

“Dummy.” You snickered. “Can’t you tell I’m wearing an impenetrable suit made out of alien goo?”

“That won’t stop me from biting off your face.” He said as he licked his fangs.

“You got me there.” You laughed nervously and turned your face away as he opened his mouth.

“Y/n!” Andrew called as he swung by. “Catch!”

He tossed Dr. Connors’s cure at you and you caught it with one hand. You quickly shoved it in his mouth just as he got as biting down, making the gas explode out of the bottle. He slid off of you and slumped back onto the ground as he began to turn back into his human form.

“Where am I?” He asked you.

“What does it look like dude?” You sighed, unamused. “You’re on the Statue of Liberty in another dimension. Try to keep up.”

Dr. Conners stared at you in disbelief as you got up and dusted yourself off.

“If we’re done here, my boyfriend and his inter dimensional counterparts need my help.” You clicked your tongue and shot finger guns at him before walking away.

Andrew saving you

Your hands just missed Peter’s as he plunged down to save you. Venom was still nowhere to be found so if you hit the ground, you weren’t gonna survive it. Andrew noticed you falling as flashed back to the last time he saw Gwen.

“No!” He cried and dove off the scaffolding. He caught up to you and wrapped his body around you like an armor. He shot a web up and held you tightly as his feet landed on the ground.

“Are you okay?” He asked you as he held you in his arms.

“Am I okay? I just fell of the freaking statute of liberty! No I’m not okay!” You shouted as adrenaline flowed through your body. Andrew gulped and nodded a little, understanding why you’d be shaken up.

“Sorry uh yeah I’m fine.” You said once you caught your breath. Andrew teared up a little and nodded again, finally hearing the words he needed to hear.

“Are you okay?” You asked when you noticed the tears running down his face.

“I’m okay.” He told you as a smile broke through on his face. You stared into each other’s eyes as you caught your breath, both of you still shaken up.

“Should we kiss?“ You asked after a beat of silence. You and Andrew both contemplated it and even started to lean in a little.

“No.” You said in unison and he set you down.

After reuniting with Venom, you saw Tobey crumbling to the floor as Andrew struggled to hold him up. You ran over to them as fast as you could to help.

“Is everything okay? Are you okay?” You asked Andrew.

“I’m okay. He’s not.” Andrew said as he looked at Tobey in a panic.

“Oh shit.” You frowned. “What happened to you?”

“Oh, you know.” Tobey smiled weakly. “I got stabbed.”

“Hey, hey hey. Don’t worry.” You smiled and knelt beside him. “I can heal you. I just need to stick my alien inside you.”

“What?” He sat up and winced. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Shhh. It’s okay.” You cooed. “Just let me stick my alien inside you.”

“Do not stick anything inside of me.” Tobey deadpanned.

“Shhh. It’ll help. Let me put my goo in you.” You winked at him and placed your hand over his stab wound.

“Oh God.” He tilted his head back so he wouldn’t have to see it.

“It’s gonna be cold at first. Then it’s gonna feel really, really warm.” You warned him before letting Venom go inside.

“Is it in?” He asked and looked down.

“It’s in. It’s definitely in.” Andrew nodded as he knelt beside you guys.

“I feel it.” Tobey grimaced. “Gross.”

“There you go. All better.” You smiled once the wound was healed. You looked up to see Peter watched you with a disgusted face.

“Are you okay sweetie?” You asked as you stood up.

“Other than the fact that I just watched my girlfriend stick her alien inside a version of me from another dimension right after I nearly murdered a man for killing my last living relative, I’m doing okay.” Peter nodded. You smiled sadly and pulled Peter into a kiss as Venom crept inside him to heal his wounds. When you pulled away, you saw Norman Osborn sitting on the ground behind him with a look of utter despair on his face. You went over to him and sat on the ground beside him, both of you looking out at the water as the sun began to rise.

“You have some pretty deep cuts there, doctor. I could help with that.” You said softly as you looked at him. Norman tore his attention away from the water and looked at you curiously.

“Why would you help me? After everything I just did to you and your friends. Why even speak to me?” He asked you. You gave him a soft smile and put your hand on his cheek, letting Venom seep inside to heal him.

“I know what it’s like to have a monster inside of you.” You told him. “One that makes you do things you would never do. But I’m friends with my monster. I’m sorry you couldn’t be friends with yours.”

Norman smiled softly as you as you moved your hands to heal a cut on his arm, then his leg.

“Thank you for being nice to me.” He said to you. “Even though I’ve done really bad things.”

“It’s okay. I’ve done really bad things too.”

“As bad as killing an orphans only living relative?” Norman sighed and looked over at Peter.

“I’ve eaten 9 people.” You told her.

“Well I never did that. That’s fucked up.” Normal replied, making your jaw drop.

After the spell

Peter walked into your coffee shop with his note in his hand. He nervously folded in and put it in his pocket as he approached the counter.

“Hi.” He greeted you with a nervous smile.

“Hi.” You smiled back, feeling a strange pit in your stomach as you looked at him.

“Peter? Peter Parker?” Venom asked inside your head.

“What?” You asked out loud.

“What?” Peter asked you.

“Sorry.” You gave him an embarrassed smile. “Not you.”

“We know this guy. We know him really, really well.” Venom told you.

“No we don’t. Hush.” You turned your head to whisper to Venom before looking back at Peter.

“What can I get you?” You asked him.

“Just a small cup of coffee, please.” He asked politely. He could tell you were talking to Venom and wondered what you were saying.

“Sure. I’ll get started on that right away.” You smiled at him before turning around. You poured his coffee into a cup and went to turn around, but Venom locked your knees in place.

“Put sugar in it. He likes sugar.”

“He didn’t ask for sugar.” You whispered.

“Peter is shy. And he loves sugar.” Venom said as an inky black tendril came out of your side and grabbed a packet of sugar. You looked over your shoulder to see if anyone was watching and when you looked back, Venom had emptied five packets of sugar into Peter’s coffee.

“Stop it. He’s gonna get sick.” You whispered harshly and quickly put a lid on the cup.

“We know his coffee order.” Venom told you, sounding annoyed that you were doubting her.

“No we don’t. I’ve never seen that guy before.”

“Fine. Ask him yourself.” Venom said before yanking you towards Peter.

“Woah!” You gasped as you stumbled towards the counter. Peter bit back a smile, knowing Venom was puppeteering you.

“Hi. Me again. Would you like any sugar in your coffee? I accidentally put a sugar packet it in. And then I accidentally did that four more times.”

“That’s okay.” Peter chuckled. “It’s perfect actually. I usually put 5 sugars in. I like it it sweet.”

“Told you.” Venom said smugly.

“Shut up.” You said and rolled your eyes.

“What?” Peter asked you.

“Sorry. I’m so sorry.” Your eyes widened. “I don’t have an explanation for that one.”

“It’s okay.” Peter laughed again. “It happens.”

“Here. Sorry about…me.” You said as you handed him his coffee.

“Don’t be sorry. I like…you.” Peter said through a shy smile. You returned the smile before typing his order into your monitor.

“That’ll be $1.40.”

“He keeps his wallet in his back left pocket.” Venom told you. “It’s a Velcro Aladdin wallet.”

You watched curiously as Peter pulled a Velcro Aladdin wallet out of his back left pocket and handed you two dollars.

“Here. Thanks for the coffee.” He said as he handed you the money.

“Cute wallet.” You smiled and nodded towards his wallet.

“Thanks. It was a gift.” He smiled softly as he remembered the birthday when you gave him the wallet.

“He’s cute.” Venom commented.

“Shut up.” You giggled as you thought the exact same thing. Peter looked at you curiously and you slapped your hand over your mouth.

“Sorry. Not you. I was talking to myself.” You lied.

“It’s okay. Have a nice day, Y/n.” He nodded towards your name tag as he put a dollar in your tip jar.

“Oh, thanks.” You smiled and nervously played with your uniform.

“Have a nice day too, Venom.” Peter said as he walked towards the door.

“Bye Peter.” Venom called back.

Bonus scene

“I can’t believe this.” You sat on the floor and put your head in your hands.

“It’s not that big of a deal.” Tobey sighed as he subbed his eyes.

“It’s a huge deal.” You raised your voice. “This is the worst news I’ve ever received.”

“You’re offended all of us by saying that.” Andrew said as he gestured to the other two Peter’s.

“I don’t care.” You shouted as you stood up. “You mean to tell me my variant is a white man named Eddie Brock? A white man?!”

“Why’d you have to tell her that?” Peter asked Tobey in a whine.

“I thought she knew.” Tobey shrugged.

“A white man?! A freaking white man? Is he at least cool?” You asked as you shook Tobey by the shoulders.

“He was a journalist.” Tobey smiled weakly in an attempt to make you feel better.

“Oh my God.” You groaned loudly. “Was he at least successful?”

“He’s freelance.” Tobey grimaced, making you groan even louder.

“What about Venom?” You asked. “Was he good to Venom?”

“He died protecting Venom from a pumpkin bomb.” Tobey told you, making you relax a little.

“Oh. Okay.” You nodded in satisfaction. “That makes me feel better. What did he look like?”

“Frosted tips.” Tobey told you. “And we wore a lot of leather.”

You let out a slow groan as you sat back down on the floor and curled into a ball.

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MARVEL COMICS CHARACTERS x FEM!READER

Marvel Comics Characters Receiving a Dirty Picture from You in Public

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Thor, Loki, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes, Matthew Murdock, Frank Castle, Marc Spector, Johnny Storm, Reed Richards, Felicia Hardy, Stephen Strange, Namor, Johnny Blaze, Eddie Brock / Venom, T'Challa & Elektra Natchios

God, I love Marvel Comics...

Peter Parker aka. Spider-Man

Peter has been through a lot. He’s fought villains, lost people he’s loved, and carried the weight of responsibility since he was a kid. But nothing—not Venom, not Doctor Octopus, not the Green Goblin—has ever hit him as hard as opening his phone and seeing you.

He’s perched upside-down on a fire escape, mid-stakeout with Daredevil, when his phone buzzes. He barely glances at it at first, assuming it’s an update from MJ or the Bugle. But then—his Spidey-Sense misfires. His stomach drops. And suddenly, he’s scrambling so fast that he almost falls off the fire escape.

“...Parker?” Matt’s voice is suspicious, brow furrowing beneath the red mask. Peter clutches his phone like a lifeline, heat rushing to his face, his entire body going rigid. “Uh—nope! Nothing’s wrong! Totally fine! Just, uh—gotta—go!” Before Matt can say another word, Peter web-slings away, heart pounding.

Later, in his apartment, he stares at the image, biting his lip so hard he might draw blood. Then, fumbling with his phone, he types back: You cannot just drop this on me in the middle of a mission. I almost DIED. You’re gonna make it up to me. In person. Immediately.

Tony Stark aka. Iron Man

Tony Stark is always the one making people flustered. He’s the king of inappropriate timing, the grandmaster of chaos. So when you flip the game on him? When you send him something completely indecent while he’s in the middle of a live press conference? Oh, he is in trouble.

He’s mid-sentence, standing in front of a sea of reporters, when his phone vibrates. He glances at it without thinking, because hey, it might be about stock prices or another alien invasion. But no. No, it’s you. In the filthiest pose imaginable.

He visibly freezes. Blinks. Blanches. Then—his brain blue screens. The entire room stares as Tony suddenly cuts off mid-sentence, clears his throat, and forces a smirk that’s absolutely not covering up a crisis. “Uh—ladies and gentlemen, I think that’s enough questions for today.”

The moment he’s offstage, he stumbles into the nearest private room, yanks at his tie, and pulls out his phone like it holds the meaning of life. He types back immediately: Oh, now you’ve done it, sweetheart. I hope you’re home right now, because I’m on my way, and I’m bringing consequences.

Steve Rogers aka. Captain America

Steve is not a prude. He’s been around, he’s seen things. But there’s something about you—about the way you know exactly how to knock the breath from his lungs—that makes him feel like a kid again.

He’s in the middle of a strategy meeting with Sam and Bucky, his shield leaning against the table, when his phone vibrates. He checks it without thinking, eyes flicking down—and then every muscle in his body tenses. His grip on the phone tightens. His ears burn red.

“You good, Rogers?” Bucky gives him a knowing smirk, because he immediately recognizes that look—Steve flustered beyond belief. Steve clears his throat, hard, locking his phone like it’s offended him. “Fine,” he says, voice a little too even. “Let’s, uh—let’s keep going.”

But later, when he’s alone, he exhales deeply, pressing a hand over his face before looking at the image again. Then, with slow deliberation, he types: I hope you know what you just started. Because I don’t break my promises, sweetheart. And I promise—you’re not leaving that bed when I get there.

Thor Odinson aka. God of Thunder

Thor has seen battles, has waged wars across the cosmos, has faced monsters and gods. But when his phone pings—when he sees the absolute sin that you’ve just sent him—he forgets how to breathe.

He is in the middle of the Avengers’ common room, laughing boisterously with Bruce and Natasha, when he pulls out his phone. He expects something simple—a text from his brother, perhaps, or a message from Jane. But instead? Instead, he sees you.

The entire room feels it when Thor’s laughter stops. There is a moment—just a beat of silence—before the lights flicker. The air crackles with static electricity. His fingers twitch around the phone, and then, in a low, very serious voice, he mutters, “By the Norns…”

Natasha raises an eyebrow, but Thor abruptly stands, clearing his throat. “I must depart. Urgently.” Bruce frowns. “What? Why?” Thor barely offers an explanation before storming out of the room, typing furiously: You dare tempt the God of Thunder? Very well, little one. You shall learn what it means to summon a storm.

Loki Laufeyson aka. God of Mischief

Loki is the undisputed master of control. He is calm, composed, always one step ahead of everyone else. But when you send him something so shameless, so brazen, in the middle of an important diplomatic event in Asgard—he nearly drops his goblet of wine.

He’s reclining on his throne, listening to some dull ambassador drone on about trade negotiations, when his phone vibrates. He lifts it lazily, expecting nothing of importance—until he sees you.

His entire body goes rigid. His grip tightens around the goblet, the silver denting beneath his fingers. His green eyes darken, and for the first time in centuries, he feels his pulse stutter. The ambassador keeps talking, oblivious, but Loki? Loki is seething.

Later, in his chambers, he lounges on his bed, turning the phone over in his fingers before smirking. Then, with slow, careful precision, he types: You dare tease the God of Mischief? Oh, darling, you are in such trouble. And you know how much I enjoy trouble.

Clint Barton aka. Hawkeye

Clint Barton is used to chaos. He’s fought alien invasions, taken down crime syndicates, and, most impressively, lived in a house with three dogs and somehow survived. But nothing—not the Avengers, not S.H.I.E.L.D., not even Kate Bishop’s endless sarcasm—could have prepared him for this.

He’s in the middle of a debriefing with Captain America and Black Widow when his phone vibrates. Normally, he’d ignore it, but boredom gets the better of him. He sneaks a glance, tilting the screen just slightly—and immediately chokes on his coffee.

“Barton?” Natasha’s voice is sharp, her suspicious gaze snapping to him. Steve looks concerned. Clint, on the other hand, is malfunctioning. He quickly locks his phone, pressing it to his thigh like it’s burning him. “Yep. All good. Just… wrong text thread. You know how it is.”

The second he’s alone, he whistles, rubbing a hand down his face before sending a text: You are absolutely trying to kill me, aren’t you? I’m a trained marksman, babe. You know I always hit my target. Hope you’re ready.

Natasha Romanoff aka. Black Widow

Natasha Romanoff is a professional. She’s endured psychological conditioning, trained with the deadliest assassins in the world, and can lie so well that even she forgets what’s real. But when you send her something so utterly filthy, in the middle of a high-stakes poker game with some very dangerous people—she nearly loses her composure.

She’s holding a perfect poker face, one leg crossed over the other, a cigarette between her fingers (purely for effect). Then, her phone buzzes. She never checks her phone during missions, but for some reason, she does this time.

The second she sees the image, her fingers twitch. She almost fumbles her cigarette. Almost. A single slow breath is all that betrays her before she locks the screen and smirks, adjusting her sunglasses to hide the flicker of heat in her gaze.

Later, after she’s won the game (because of course she has), she finally responds: You must be very confident, sending me something like that. I hope you know what happens when I catch my prey, моя любовь (my love). Because I always catch them.

Bucky Barnes aka. Winter Soldier

Bucky is already always on edge. He spent decades being controlled, his mind fractured, his instincts constantly telling him that danger lurks around every corner. But when his phone vibrates in the middle of a mission briefing and he makes the mistake of checking it—he nearly self-destructs.

He’s sitting next to Sam Wilson, arms crossed, trying to focus on the tactical discussion. Then, out of habit, he glances at his phone. And suddenly? His enhanced heartbeat spikes. His grip on the phone tightens, metal fingers creaking.

Sam immediately notices. “Dude. You okay?” Bucky doesn’t answer. He just exhales deeply, jaw clenching, and locks his phone like it’s personally offended him. “Fine,” he mutters, but the way his throat bobs betrays him.

Later, in the privacy of his room, he leans against the wall, pressing his flesh hand over his face before looking at the image again. Then, he types—slow, deliberate, full of promise: You are playing with fire, doll. And you know I don’t burn alone.

Matthew Murdock aka. Daredevil

Matt has learned to control himself. He has to, considering his senses pick up everything. The heartbeat of a liar, the scent of blood, the whisper of fabric against skin. But when he puts in his earpiece during a stakeout with Elektra and hears you—sultry, teasing, wicked—his composure shatters.

Your voice is a purr, warm and full of amusement, as you describe, in explicit detail, exactly what you want to do to him. Every syllable slides into his ear like a sin, and for the first time in years, Matt Murdock forgets how to breathe.

“Murdock.” Elektra’s voice is unimpressed. “Are you even listening?” Matt clenches his jaw, forcing his expression into something neutral as he slowly removes the earpiece. “Yeah,” he lies, his voice way too tight. “Loud and clear.” But his fingers twitch, betraying him.

Later, alone in his apartment, he plays the message again. And again. Until his own heartbeat is thunderous in his ears. Then, with a slow smirk, he records his reply—his voice low, gravelly, barely more than a rasp: Angel, you have no idea what you’ve just done. And I promise—you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.

Frank Castle aka. The Punisher

Frank Castle does not fluster. He’s a man who’s seen the worst of the world, a soldier who has lost everything. He does not get distracted. But when he’s sitting in the middle of a grimy bar, brooding over a whiskey, and his phone vibrates—everything stops.

He checks it absently, expecting intel from Micro or maybe a warning from Daredevil. But instead, he gets you. And just like that, his grip on the glass tightens. His jaw locks. His entire body tenses, muscles coiled, because you have just sent him something so utterly indecent that he has to set his whiskey down before he crushes the glass.

The bartender notices. “You good, man?” Frank barely glances up, his fingers white-knuckled around his phone. “Fine,” he mutters, voice rough. He shoves his phone back in his pocket and downs the rest of his drink in one go.

Later, in the dead of night, he finally lets himself look at the picture again. He exhales, rubbing a hand over his face, before sending a single message: You think you’re real cute, huh? Yeah. Keep that same energy when I get home. See if you’re still smirking when I’ve got my hands on you.

Marc Spector aka. Moon Knight

Marc has lived multiple lives. A mercenary. A vigilante. A fist of vengeance. But the moment his phone vibrates in the middle of a stakeout, and he sees you—he nearly blows his own cover.

He’s perched on a rooftop, watching a weapons deal go down, his mind sharp and focused. Then, out of habit, he checks his phone. His breath hitches. His grip tightens around the device, and he has to physically restrain himself from groaning. Khonshu’s voice rumbles in his mind: "Your mortal desires are distracting, Spector." Marc grits his teeth. "Yeah, no shit."

“Something wrong?” Jake’s voice purrs from inside his head, amused. “She send you something nice, hermano?” Marc rolls his eyes, exhaling sharply before locking his phone. “Mind your damn business.” But his pulse is thundering.

Later, back at his apartment, he leans against the wall, staring at the image before typing: You have no idea what you’ve just done. Hope you’re home. Hope you’re ready.

Johnny Storm aka. Human Torch

Johnny Storm is used to attention. He thrives on it. He’s a celebrity, a hero, a walking flame. But when you send him something scandalous in the middle of a live television interview, even he isn’t ready for it.

He’s laughing, flashing his signature cocky grin at the camera, when his phone buzzes. He checks it without thinking—because hey, it might be Sue yelling at him again—but instead, it’s you. In the filthiest pose imaginable.

Johnny visibly chokes. His entire body tenses. For the first time ever, he forgets what he was saying. The interviewer blinks. “Uh… Johnny?” His brain short-circuits. His face heats—literally. The tips of his ears ignite before he clenches his fists and forces himself to not spontaneously combust on live television.

The second the interview is over, he’s sprinting to his dressing room, slamming the door shut and typing frantically: Ohhh, you are in trouble. You’re really trying to set me on fire, huh? Hope you’re home, babe, ‘cause I’m flying over. Right. Now.

Reed Richards aka. Mister Fantastic

Reed Richards is a genius. His mind is constantly working at speeds beyond human comprehension. But when he’s mid-lecture at a prestigious scientific conference and his phone vibrates—his brilliant mind suddenly goes blank.

He absently checks his phone, half-expecting an alert from the Baxter Building. But instead, it’s you. Wearing almost nothing.

For a solid ten seconds, he is frozen. His eyes slightly widen. His fingers twitch. And then, very slowly, he locks his phone and clears his throat. “Ah—excuse me, esteemed colleagues, but I must—um—attend to an urgent matter.”

Later, he adjusts his glasses, staring at the image with a fascinated, almost scientific appreciation. Then, with methodical precision, he types: You are a very distracting woman. I will be conducting an… in-depth study on you as soon as I return. Expect a thorough examination.

Felicia Hardy aka. Black Cat

Felicia Hardy is a master of seduction. She flusters men for fun. But when she’s in the middle of a high-stakes casino heist, and you send her something utterly indecent, even she loses her composure.

She’s leaning against the bar, sipping an expensive martini, eyes locked on her mark. Then, her phone buzzes. She lazily checks it, expecting an update from her crew. But instead? Instead, she sees you.

Her eyelashes flutter. Her lips part just slightly. And for the first time in years, her poker face cracks. The bartender—oblivious—raises an eyebrow. “Everything okay, miss?” Felicia exhales, smirking as she locks her phone. “Oh, it’s better than okay.”

Later, she lounges on silk sheets, staring at the picture before purring into her phone: You really think you can tease me, kitten? Oh, sweetheart… you just made a very expensive bet. And I never lose.

Stephen Strange aka. Doctor Strange

Stephen Strange is not easily shaken. He’s fought cosmic horrors, bent reality, and wielded power beyond mortal comprehension. But when he’s in the middle of a magical duel with Dormammu, and you send him a sinfully explicit picture—he almost loses.

He’s mid-incantation, floating above the Sanctum’s rooftop, when his phone vibrates. Normally, he’d ignore it—except something in the back of his mind tells him it’s you. He flicks his fingers, glancing at the screen—and immediately regrets it.

His spell stutters. His fingers twitch. The fabric of reality briefly warps. Wong, standing below, yells, “What the hell was that?!” Stephen clenches his jaw, locking his phone immediately before snapping his wrist and repairing the timeline. “Nothing,” he mutters. “Absolutely nothing.”

The moment the battle is over, he retreats into his study, loosening his Cloak, before typing: You dare distract the Sorcerer Supreme? You have no idea what you’ve just unleashed, darling. And I do hope you’re prepared for consequences beyond mortal comprehension.

Namor aka. The Sub-Mariner

Namor is a king. He does not answer to anyone. He has waged war against the surface world, stood against the mightiest heroes, and commands the loyalty of an entire empire. But when he is seated on his throne, discussing politics with his council, and his communicator vibrates—everything else becomes irrelevant.

He glances down, expecting a diplomatic missive. Instead, he is greeted by you—a vision of temptation, captured in a way that only he has the privilege to see. His grip on the communicator tightens, his lips parting slightly. The light of the display reflects in his dark, narrowed eyes.

The council drones on, but Namor hears nothing. His golden gauntlets flex, his knuckles tightening as his jaw sets. A slow, deliberate exhale is all that betrays his reaction. But those closest to him—his most trusted generals—see the flicker of something dangerous in his expression. A storm, barely contained.

Later, as he stands upon his balcony, overlooking the endless ocean, he types a single response: You seek to tempt a king, my love? Then be prepared for the wrath of a god. When next we meet, you will drown in my devotion.

Johnny Blaze aka. Ghost Rider

Johnny Blaze has seen Hell—literally. He has ridden across the desolate highways of damnation, stared into the abyss, and laughed. But when he’s sitting in a biker bar, nursing a whiskey and half-listening to some guy ramble about the Devil, his phone vibrates. And when he checks it—he nearly sets the whole place on fire.

The image of you is burned into his mind, seared into his soul. He sucks in a slow breath through his teeth, his fingers tightening around the glass. His knuckles go white. Somewhere deep inside, the Spirit of Vengeance chuckles.

“Something wrong, Blaze?” One of the other bikers eyes him warily. Johnny forces a smirk, setting his whiskey down before he crushes the glass in his grip. “Nah,” he rasps, his voice a little too rough. “Just realized I got… unfinished business to take care of.”

Later, on his Hellfire-coated bike, he sends a text: You got a real bad habit of making me wanna sin, sweetheart. And I promise—I’ll make sure you repent. Over. And over.

Eddie Brock & Venom aka. Venom

Eddie Brock has been through hell. He’s fought monsters, been one himself, lost everything, and still kept going. But nothing—not a damn thing—could prepare him for the absolute carnage of getting that picture from you in the middle of a crowded subway.

He’s scrolling through his phone absentmindedly, Venom muttering in his head about wanting tater tots, when the image loads. For a solid five seconds, he is completely still. Then—

“Eddie.” Venom’s voice rumbles, amused. “Your mate is very… bold. We approve.” Eddie, red-faced, slams his phone against his chest like that’ll somehow erase what just happened. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters, eyes darting around to make sure no one saw. A teenager across from him raises an eyebrow.

Later, when he’s alone, he finally lets himself look at the picture again. A slow, predatory grin spreads across his face as he types back: Oh, you think you’re being cute, huh? Yeah. Just wait till I get my hands on you. Hell, maybe we’ll even let Venom have a little fun, too.

T’Challa aka. Black Panther

T’Challa is a king, a warrior, a legend. His mind is a fortress, his will unshakable. But when he is seated in the royal palace of Wakanda, surrounded by dignitaries, and his Kimoyo Beads alert him to a personal message—his focus wavers.

He allows himself a discreet glance. And in that moment? His heart skips a single beat. His fingers—steady even in the heat of battle—tighten just slightly around his beads. His expression does not change. But to those who know him well—Okoye, Shuri—they notice the subtlest flicker of something dangerous in his eyes.

Shuri smirks. “Brother,” she murmurs, leaning in. “You look… distracted.” T’Challa exhales deeply, locking the message with a casual flick of his fingers. “I am merely… anticipating a conversation.”

Later, when he is alone, he reviews the picture once more, fingers grazing his jaw before he types: You are testing my patience, beloved. And you know I am a man of great discipline. But for you? I am willing to break my own rules. Expect me soon.

Elektra Natchios aka. Elektra

Elektra Natchios does not fluster. She has slit the throats of kings, danced on the edge of oblivion, and played cat-and-mouse with death itself. But when she is sharpening her sai on the rooftop of a New York high-rise and her phone buzzes—her grip falters.

The blade nicks her glove. Barely. But it happens. Her lips part in a slow, dangerous smirk as she tilts the phone toward the moonlight, drinking in the absolute audacity of your message.

“Something amusing?” A voice—a rival assassin, lurking in the shadows. Elektra does not answer. She merely tucks her phone away, standing smoothly, her stance lethal. “Yes,” she purrs. “Something… very amusing.”

Later, as she leans against the window of her penthouse, she finally sends a reply: You are so very reckless, my love. And I do enjoy breaking reckless little things.

[jakegyllenbaalz]

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[swiftyangx12]

…Kenji Sato x Venom![Reader]

Hear me out, it’s just a thought (and a fic idea if anyone wants to try out).

Imagine Kenji Sato meeting [Reader] (Gender Neutral or any gender since it’s still an idea) who seems like any ordinary individual, just someone vacationing in Tokyo. They’re also a huge baseball fan, especially for the Dodgers and politely asked for a photo with him. (Which is a normal occurrence for the famous player.)

They seem like a cool person and just enjoying Japan before their time ends.

Then one night during a Kaiju attack, Ultraman is doing his best fighting against one. However he seems to be losing his grip until large dark tendrils latches around the Kaiju’s neck and was being yanked back. Who helped Japan’s hero is none other than America’s infamous Venom, standing on the tallest building near the area.

???: “Venom, don’t kill it. Let Ultraman take care of the rest.”

Venom: *Grumbles* Then it would not be fun.

???: “We don’t have clearance to eliminate these things. Fall back. I promise to buy those chocolate candies tomorrow. Okay?”

Venom: Mmm…Fine.

After a few harsh blows by Venom, he disappears into the dark. Ultraman was able to lead the Kaiju away from the city and is questioning what just happened.

Then another night, Kenji accidentally witness Venom in an alleyway shifted back to [Reader], the same fan who asked for a pic with him.

Kenji: It’s you!

Venom: *In their mind* “Busted!”

[Reader]: Oh, right. I have some explaining to do.

So yeah, [Reader] explained they unintentionally picked up a Symbiote back home and basically formed a symbiotic bond as a host with a…parasitic alien.

Kenji: You’re hosting a parasite…

Venom: I am not a parasite!

[Reader]: *Yanks him back and spoke in a stern tone* Venom, behave. I’m sorry. He doesn’t like being called that.

I just want to get this out before my brain rots from the idea.

[Edit]: I fixed a minor detail about which team Kenji plays for.

[cherri-tomato]

Venomous.

Chapter 2: Coffee Cups

Pairing: SpiderMan x fem!venom!reader

Chapter Summary: Y/n's hunger grows, Venom is a pain, and Peter provides some much needed comfort.

Chapter content: non-descriptive vomiting, eating

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Y/n woke up with a pounding headache and a biting hunger. She rolled over. It was Saturday, she remembered, then the rest of her memories hit her, and she sat straight up, eyes wide.

“...Venom?” she spoke into her empty room, and she'd never been so glad she’d forked over that extra money for a single room as she was in that moment. Her breathing hitched as the same black head from the night before poked itself out from around her shoulder, and she was barely able to stop herself from screaming as its white eyes—if you could call them that—bore into hers. She could see her own horrified reflection in them.

“That’s me—or rather, us.” 

She took a deep breath. “What are you?” Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides and Venom's strange head tilted.

“Veno-” 

She cut it off with a swift shake of her head. “No. I mean what are you? not who.” Venom just stared at her, and she wondered if maybe it didn't understand her somehow, but then it spoke again. 

“We are a symbiote. And you-” its face moved closer. “You are our host.” 

She shuddered. “And…you eat…people?” 

Venom moved its head in the same way someone would move their hand when making a ‘so-so’ gesture, and her eyebrows knitted together. “Brains,” it corrected, and another wave of revulsion fell over her.

She choked out a noise like a pained animal. “Jesus.” Her next words tasted bitter on her tongue as she said them. “So…that guy last night-”

Venom licked its teeth; if it could grin any wider she was sure it would have. “Was a bit lacking in the brains department, but it'll tide me over I suppose~” 

She really was going to be sick. throwing her blankets to the side and rushing into her bathroom. She threw up once, then again for good measure, before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and falling back against the wall. Her breaths came out in hard pants as she contemplated her current predicament. A brain eating…thing, symbiote, whatever—had taken over her body, and had used said body to bite a guy's head off. Right.

She threw up again at the thought. 

It took about 20 minutes before she finally got herself off the floor and made her way to the mini fridge that held all the food—she knew someone would steal if it was in the shared dormitory kitchen—and some water bottles that she immediately chugged, ignoring the way half the water spilt down her chin and soaked the front of her shirt. By the time she had drunk every one of the 7 or so bottles, she could practically feel her stomach eating itself with hunger, and she got to work devouring the rest of the contents of her fridge. 

Saturday passed in a blur of getting sick, arguing with venom and eating food that made her sick. She fell asleep at around 10 pm, which was actually fairly early for her, and woke up at 4 am feeling parched, nauseous and starving in a way she hadn't felt before. She groaned and then gasped as Venom´s head entered her field of view, “FUCK! Do you have to do that?!” She sat up, rubbing at her face until her skin was red.

“If you feed us, we’ll stop,” Venom hissed, and y/n promptly laid back down and covered her face with her pillow.

The dorm kitchen was mercifully empty when y/n eventually made her way downstairs; her hunger had gotten worse and she desperately wanted to eat. The fridge didn’t have much in it—most people did what she had been doing, keeping a mini fridge in their dorm room—and what was there was fairly bare bones. 

She ate what was there, silently apologizing to her dorm mates for eating all their food, but still felt the sickening hunger in her stomach. 

Venom’s voice spoke then. “Come on kid, it doesn’t even need to be human. Just some sheep or cows.” 

She shuddered. “How do I know you won’t just go on a rampage the minute I let you take over?” Her voice was shaky. She wanted to say no, to tell venom to shove it, but she was so hungry. “No…I can’t just…”

She sighed, grabbed a bottle of water and quickly made her way back to her room.

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When Monday came, y/n was tired, miserable and starving.

Her classes started that afternoon, advanced calc first, then art history, and finally photography class. She’d realized far too late that she had in fact lost her camera, surmising it was probably destroyed or buried under debris in that god forsaken laboratory. 

“Shit,” she muttered as she dug through her backpack in search of the device, only to pull out loose papers and textbooks.

“Y/n, if you could take your seat?” The photography teacher's stern voice brought her out of her spiraling thoughts. She cleared her throat uncomfortably before zipping her bag back up and heading to her desk, head ducked.

Y/n’s seat was beside a tall brunette boy named Peter Parker. They hadn't ever talked much; a simple ‘hi, how are you?' or ‘did you complete the homework assignment?’—it was friendly, but she wouldn't call it friendship. 

Peter nodded in greeting as she took her seat beside him, her head immediately landing on her desk as she dropped her bag. “Woah, someone’s tired. You okay?” Peter inquired, offering her a boyish smile. She turned her head to look at him, and somewhere in her sleep deprived, starving, mind, venom eyed the young man with unmistakable interest, or rather, hunger. 

“Oh, he’s definitely got a juicy brain in that little head of his~” 

She nearly choked on her spit, immediately sitting up and looking forward, keeping her eyes off the brown haired man. 

Something was placed in front of her, and when she looked down she saw that Peter had moved his paper coffee cup into her line of sight. Her eyes darted over to him. Was he teasing her with the knowledge he had made the clever decision to get some caffeine, or offering it to her?

“I haven't drank from it yet. No germs, I promise,” he said while nudging it closer to her. The smell of hot coffee filled her senses. 

“Seriously?” her hand was already half lifted towards the cup, and peter snorted then nodded. 

“Yeah, no cooties I swear.” 

She rolled her eyes, her fingers already wrapped around the warm beverage as she spoke again, “no, i mean are you seriously giving this to me?” She asked. 

Peter was pulling his books out of his bag and placing them on the desk as he waved her off, “you clearly need it more than i do.”

And then it was her turn to chuckle as she lifted the steaming drink to her lips and took a long gulp. The liquid burned her tongue but she ignored it, drinking at least half of it before putting it down and sighing. Peter's taste in coffee was different from hers; the drink was bitter with a slight hint of chocolate and caramel that left a tangy but pleasant aftertaste in her mouth.

Peter was watching her with a raised eyebrow and an amused smirk on his lips “late night?” He sounded just as amused as he looked, and y/n came to the realization he probably assumed she was hungover or something. 

She felt the sudden urge to defend herself, but how was she supposed to explain she hadn't been up all night partying but was instead being tormented by a symbiote that had invaded her life and had been yelling at her to find a brain to eat…yeah, that definitely wouldn't go over well.

Y/n only shrugged, chewing her bottom lip—which had become bitten and raw over the weekend—and Peter's amused expression turned into one of worry. His hand landed on her shoulder in the type of comforting touch one would expect from a friend rather than a virtual stranger, and her skin prickled under her shirt.

“Seriously,” Peter started speaking again, “are you okay?” 

She managed a small nod and Peter's hand dropped, which Y/n was immensely grateful for since she could hear Venom’s hungry thoughts gnawing at the back of her mind.

Her skin was still tingling as the professor started the lesson and began to speak about lighting techniques or something, Y/n wasn't exactly listening.

She stopped at a butcher after class, purchasing as much raw meat as possible with her…limited resources, before quickly making her way back to her dorm, pointedly avoiding the few people she passed as she shoved her door open. 

Venom didn't wait long before emerging, devouring the raw meat with only two bites before disappearing into her and saying, “This won't satisfy us for long.” She knew that. “You know what you have to do.” She did, though that didn't make the reality of her situation any less sickening.

“You can't just expect me to go around eating innocent people.” 

Venom made a noise that was probably an equivalent to a scoff, and she clenched her fist. “You didn't have much of an issue with it last time.” 

She grit her teeth. The feeling of bile rising in her throat had become upsettingly familiar since Venom’s arrival. “What other choice did I have?” Y/n pulled her knees to her chest, the memory of that woman, huddled in a corner and shaking with fear, somehow haunted her more than what she—what Venom—had done to protect her. 

Venom’s head poked out from around her shoulder and she flinched; the sight of its tar-like face and empty eyes was hardly a comforting one. “Come on, kid,” Venom spoke, “a couple less bad eggs wouldn't be a bad thing.”

She scoffed. “And what happens if someone sees me—you? Venom.” It was all very confusing to talk about. 

Venom laughed, and the sound did nothing to quell the unease twisting in her gut. “An extra snack~” 

She glared at the grinning head that was Venom. “Oh, shut up. Just because you have no moral compass doesn't mean I'm the same…” 

She rubbed her face with her hands and forced herself to stand. Upon walking over to her desk, she rummaged through her bag until she pulled the culmination of crumpled papers that was her homework out, and set to work on it.

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The next day, Peter was waiting in his usual seat with two cups of steaming coffee, one placed in front of her usual spot.

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