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[slasherhaven]

Hiii I love your work I was wondering if you could do a s/o who dresses more provocatively with Bo, Vincent, Billy, Brahms and Michael?

Includes Michael Myers, Brahms Heelshire, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, and Billy Lenz

With a S/O who dresses provocatively: 

Michael Myers 

He doesn’t have any opinions at first. Michael is indifferent about most things and really doesn’t care about what you’re wearing. He’s seen people dress provocatively before, he never cared.

Begins to become more appreciative of it. As the two of you become closer and he becomes more fond of you, he slowly becomes more appreciative of your choice in clothing. Something that he never really cared about had become something he enjoyed. Michael’s gaze was intense, and even though you could barely see his eyes under his mask, you could feel his gaze on you. How it ran up your legs, lingered on the more revealing parts of your outfit., and burnt a hole in your back when you weren’t looking. You don’t mention it, not wanting to annoy him, but you can’t help but smile to yourself. Knowing that you have Michaels attention like that only making you feel more confident, it tempts you to tease him just a little.

Brahms Heelshire

Mrs Heelshire was unsure. I would assume that you dressed a little less provocatively when going to interview for a nanny job, but if you didn’t Mrs Heelshire would certainly be a little hesitant. But she can’t say no to Brahms and he likes you a lot. So, congratulations, you got the job.

Doesn’t mind at all. Brahms certainly has no complaints about the way you dress, he wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s not like your right to dress whoever you please is super important to him, it’s more about him thinking the more visible skin the better, especially when it comes to you.

Stares shamelessly. Whether he’s behind the walls and you know nothing about his presence or you already know about him and he’s sitting in the same room as you, he is shameless when he stares. No matter how many times you scold him, he will stop for a couple of minutes at most before going right back to letting his gaze wander. He can be a little pervert with boundary issues, you’ll have to work on it.

Bo Sinclair 

Pretty shameless with his glances. Since the beginning, Bo hadn’t seemed to care when you caught his wandering gaze. Whether he was staring at your ass when you picked something up, at the way your top rode up when you were reaching for a high shelf, or at your chest if you were wearing a lot cut or tight fitting shirt, he didn’t care if you caught him. If you scold him, he’ll just be the asshole who says ‘well, you shouldn’t dress that way then’. Though, he would be disappointed if you started wearing less revealing clothes, he just can’t resist messing with you.

Your style had Bo’s approval. Of course it does, he loves watching you carry on with your business around the house, unknowingly giving him the perfect opportunities to ogle your body.

Gets pisses if he catches anyone else staring at you. He is allowed to stare (and touch) as much as he likes, but he will break somebody’s jaw if he catches them leering at you. Bo is hard work.

Vincent Sinclair 

Tries his absolute best not to stare. Vincent is a gentleman, you are not going to catch his gaze lingering...mostly because he’s going to avoid looking at you as much as possible. He tries to look only at your face or away from you. You probably start to notice his nervous behaviour and you think it’s pretty sweet, even though you wouldn’t mind him sneaking a glance or two since you’ve become so fond of him. His struggle to not admire you only becomes more and more difficult as time passes and you become his muse. Most of his glances are actually innocent, he would have been fighting the urge to stare at you no matter what you wore, but because of your provocative clothing he feels like he’s leering rather than admiring.

Gets a little flustered at times. In the early stages of your relationship, Vincent becomes less nervous around you and becomes more comfortable with his ‘innocent’ glances. But he will always get a little flustered when you catch him, and you can’t help but tease him just a little before reassuring him that you really don’t mind, he is allowed to look.

Billy Lenz 

Teases you for it during your phone calls. You soon realise that whoever the man is that is calling you can see you, because he is talking a lot about what you are wearing. Commenting about how naughty you are for teasing him with such clothes, asking if you are dressing that way just for him. He nearly chokes on his own spit if you smirk and tease him right back, telling him that you might be.

He’s going to stare, you can’t be surprised. This little pervert can not stop watching you, whether you know he is doing it or not. He doesn’t not care about getting caught, he’ll just smile at you if you catch him.

Very much a fan. It’s no secret that he likes your provocative clothing, he makes sure to let you know, whether he’s talking about how good you look, just staring, or you’re having to slap his hands away from trying to touch you. He’s lucky he’s cute.

[glitchstoxicwaste]

I AM POLITELY BEGGING THAT WE GET SLASHERS WITH AN ABSOLUTELY FERAL S/O, I'M TALKING SOME REAL GREMLIN SHIT HERE, JUST THESE STOIC MURDER BOYS WITH THE EMBODIMENT OF CHAOS RUNNING AROUND THEM

Slashers x Feral! Gremlin! Reader

OH MY FUCKING GOD I LOVE YOU SO DAMN MUCH!

Hope it's good-

Woah I posted more than once a week? Holy shit man-

Slashers

TW: Feral ass reader, suggestive themes in Bo's, let me know if I missed anything

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Michael Myers!

Bro is legit the meme of the dog sitting at a table saying "This is fine" and you are the flame, but remove the text, add a mask, and make the flame a human spider in the corner screeching loudly because your Dino Nuggies aren't done yet.

He has now added a fence around the property with a sign that says "Beware of dog"

So imagine the mailman's surprise when he just sees you run, trip, land on your face, pause for half a second, get back up with your head down, then full on fucking sprinting his way like Sonic the damn Hedgehog.

I shit you not he saw his life flashing before his eyes, bro chucked the mailbag at you and stumbled to go the other way yelling "I'M TURNING IN MY TWO WEEKS NOTICE!"

Every day Michael comes home late to find you dead asleep in the most uncomfortable looking position ever on the floor in the Livingroom, pool of saliva under your cheek, body twitching randomly.

He just sighs, picks you up, takes you to bed, and lays next to you to try and get some sleep.

On days people come onto his property when you both were chilling outside, the teens that hopped the fence freeze when they see Michael and you being calm on the porch, eating cookies, him drinking water, you having a Monster Energy Drink.

You both whip your heads to face them and they freeze like deer caught in headlights thinking Michael was going to attack, but when you and him looked at one another, nodded, and you both got up, the laugh you made scared them more than the giant holding a knife.

Before Michael was even stabbing the teen he caught, here you came, bouncing in joy, you have an unconscious teenager being dragged behind you, you scared him so bad he knocked the fuck out.

He loves you, he does, you entertain him, bring him excitement, and you're basically his own personal security dog, but, you're human.

Jason Voorhees!

Under normal circumstances, he would keep you in the cabin to keep you safe, now, he keeps you in the cabin to keep you from biting the ankles of the trespassers.

You are like a squirrel with rabies, but human, and the foam in your mouth isn't from rabies, its from your saliva bubbling because you're fucking VIBRATING uncontrollably.

One time, you and him went to the lake, he wanted you to swim and release some of that energy.

He didn't expect you to run up to him holding a fucking snake by its head yelling "LOOK WHAT I FOUND!"

He got so scared for both you AND the snake, did it bite you? no? Did you bite it? Yes? Why is he not surprised...

On days it seems him and Pamela can't keep up with the trespassers, they release their ultimate weapon, Jason's s/o, you.

At first when you waltz up to them they think you were lost, but then you jump on one of them, yeah no... FUCKING SCATTER!

You befriended all the animals in the area, including insects, you give spiders little offerings for fucks sake!

Whenever he's chopping firewood, you'll be doing laps, running around him at full speed panting like a dog and giggling uncontrollably.

You tripped over a rock and your face planted right on a log, he hate's to admit he enjoyed the calmness and silence of you laying there processing what just happened... but either way he was about to put the axe down and check on you when you slowly got up.

You stood with your back to him and he walked over to you, he reached to put his hand on your shoulder but you had whipped around and gave him a huge smile and a thumbs up.

He would shrug it off and hug you... if you weren't pouring blood out of your nose and missing a tooth.

What is he going to do with you.

Norman Bates!

You bring a new excitement into his life!

And let me tell you, Mother was shocked at how you weren't sex crazy... you were CRAZY crazy.

He keeps you with him, a child harness on you at all times, there were a few times he muzzled you because you were legit barking... he doesn't know what else to do!

You keep kids entertained... sometimes...

You're hard to control, after a while he just had you attached to a kid harness which was attached to the door handle to the room behind the reception desk.

He gives you Energy Drinks when you keep quiet while he checks people into the motel.

He really starts to appreciate the silence of being alone, but he would never leave you, he loves you too much.

Brahms Heelshire!

He doesn't understand at first, you were so tame and respectful up until he came out from the walls, then you turned rabid.

Is this what it's like whenever he would throw a tantrum? Is this all of his old nanny's revenge for him killing them and throwing tantrums? Oh god...

After a while he becomes numb to it.

When groceries are delivered to the house and the doorbell rings he watches as you do slide across the floor, crash into the wall, and swing the door open as you bounce on your toes.

You both put groceries away, then its back to screeching down the halls and laughing randomly.

Once someone broke into the house and Brahms didn't know until he heard someone yell out in pain, he rushes to where you are and is dumbfounded when he sees you latched onto the intruder with your teeth buried into his shoulder.

He asked for a nanny, not a weird ass dog.

Bedtime excites him, you're calm and pliant for once, he can admire your relaxed state now, your face showing no emotion, body spent from the running, nose having a little dry blood from when you knocked over a book case and broke your nose earlier.

Billy Lenz!

Oh no...

Bad idea mixing you both...

The Moaner and the Gremlin met and started dating...

You both ran everyone out of the house with your spontaneous bursts of energy.

The noises you both make could make anyone uncomfortable instantly, from him slurping on his own saliva and his heavy breathing to you soft and random laughing and cracking your joints roughly.

One day you both were decorating the tree for Christmas, he couldn't get the star up, so you ran and jumped on it causing it to fall.

Billy shouted "Timber!" and you both began laughing.

But he does love the silent, calm, cuddle moments you both have, it makes him feel loved and appreciated.

Thomas Hewitt!

The whole family got used to you right away.

Legit imagine being a victims facing Thomas, a huge, buff, tall man holding a chainsaw, and then all of a sudden you see a tiny human pop out from behind him physically vibrating.

You became the family's alarm for escaped dinner, you can sense movement outside, whip around, and bolt out the door yelping and screaming.

The family goes outside to see you chasing down someone, tackle them, and then sprint back with a living person being dragged behind you.

Hoyt fears you and keeps away.

Luda Mae appreciates your liveliness and dedication to Thomas.

Thomas loves you and your acceptance.

Due to you being.. well.. you.. he doesn't feel bad about taking off his mask.

One time Hoyt said something dumb about Tom's face and before Luda could do anything about it you lunged at him.

You wrapped yourself around his leg tight, and bit his thigh HARD!

You caused him to have a giant scar, a large chunk of his leg missing, a hole in his jeans, and a proud smile on your face.

Bo Sinclair!

You annoyed him, you still do, but he learned that you can't be tamed in any way.

You escaped his traps, escaped Vincent, and ATE YOUR WAY THROUGH WAX! FUCKING WAX!

He has you help out in Ambrose, you scare people more than he does when he holds a gun to their head.

You being there causes them to freeze, you have a spot in the corner of his garage, a little cot and a sign above it that says "Don't come near me, I will remove your limbs."

People become more pliant to Bo when you stand by him as he works.

He can let all his anger out on you and the next day you'll be calm from him using up a portion of your energy while he is in bed knocked out and spent fully.

When Bo flirts with other people you keep him in line, he senses danger whenever your even a little pissy, so when he gets caught flirting he knows to introduce you as his s/o before he gets his knees bent backwards.

Vincent Sinclair!

You are not allowed to be hyper in his art room, the art room is a thing you earn to be in.

When you're hyper and in "Havoc" mode you and shipped to Lester to let out energy with Jonesy, or to Bo to annoy.

When you're calm and not so hyper you can be in his art area with him.

You keep watch of those in that room, attacking anyone who dares to escape.

He uses you as a reference a lot.

When he wants to draw a landscape he lets you out with him so you can get out energy.

Chuckles when you roll down hills because you lost balance while running and started to tumble.

Tells you to catch any tumbleweeds that roll around, knowing you'll be distracted by them running sporadically around.

Plays with your hair if you have any and chuckles when you purr and lean into his touch.

Amused when you fall over because he moved his hand, thus loosing your support.

Adores to draw your sleeping figure, so rarely calm and relaxed, you're his favorite work of art, but god you sure are a piece of work.

Lester Sinclair!

It's like having two dogs, except one is human and he's in love with you.

Adores watching you and Jonesy play and roll around, you both having fun doing wild things fills his heart.

Brings you to work with him, you make work more fun and interesting for him.

He can't help but laugh when you annoy Bo, because everyone knows you will knock him on his ass if you wanted to.

Appreciates how you don't care about his smell and lack of hygiene.

When you both wrestle and rough house it makes him happy to know you trust him enough to do this with him.

Learns to appreciate quiet time though.

The silence and calmness, domesticity of the situation, makes his heart flutter.

At night when you both are snuggling into each other with Jonesy at you feet, the thought of tomorrow excites him more now than it did before.

[ela-loomis]

How would Michael react if his s/o rescued a stray puppy or any baby animal of sorts and gave them more attention than him?

- I can't imagine that would go terribly well, regardless of where you were in terms of your relationship.

- If you two were just starting out, the animal would have to go within the week. If you wouldn't part with it of your own volition, he'd remove it for you. He might feel a bit bad about it later down the line, but I mean months, even years later. Your attention is for him.

- If you'd been dating him for a while when you brought it home, he'd be more tolerant, but not by much. He wouldn't be mean to the animal, nor would he demand you get rid of it, but he wouldn't have any qualms about taking it out of your hands and putting it on the floor/outside.

- If you'd been dating for a year or more, he'd be the most tolerant of your attention being stolen. I don't think he's much of a dog person (nor would a dog be much of a Michael person) but if it was a baby cat, he might even develop a fondness for it.

- He absolutely wouldn't touch a baby animal more than he has to, though, at any point in your relationship. Either because he doesn't want animal dander on him, or because he's afraid he'll crush it.

- Once it's grown a bit, he can be persuaded to pet it, and maybe even hold it for a few minutes. But no longer than that! It's still tiny! What if he sneezes and it goes flying?!

- That's what he insists to you, anyway. But if you're very sneaky at night, you can sometimes peek into the den and see him asleep on the couch with the animal curled up on his chest.

- TL;DR pets not recommended around the crabby man unless they're adults.

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Can you do a fic about you being Will’s celebrity crush and him talking about it in an interview? I love your writing so much

Of course, sweet Anon!😊Such a cute idea, I was pretty much giggling and smiling like a baby while writing this honestly lmao

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Will wasn't normally the type to talk about crushes that he had, especially during interviews, but there was just something about you that made him unable to shut up.

"So, who is this special person that you love talking about so much?"

Will immediately blushed, grinning nervously at the interviewer's question. "How'd you know about that?"

The interviewer laughed. "Your costar, who I interviewed before, said you kept going on and on about this actor. They said I should bring it up."

"Oh, of course they did. They love embarrassing me. Okay, um, recently I've been a bit enamored with this actor I discovered. Y/n L/n."

"Oh! I've heard of them! Been in a lot of fantastic movies. I can see why you're so smitten."

Will knew he must've been beet red, his face so hot he felt like it was going to melt off. Thankfully, the interview ended quickly and he didn't have to embarrass himself further.

It wasn't that long ago when Will first found out about you. He went to see a movie with his friends, and it happened to be a movie you starred in. After that, Will made it his new hobby to watch every movie you'd ever been in. Even the first films that you were in. Watching interviews of you, you seemed like such a nice person. He shared a lot of your views and opinions, he almost couldn't believe you were real.

Being in the same career field, Will held out hope that he'd meet you one day. But alas, he's never even been in the same area as you yet. Of course, his friends had to tease him about his newfound crush. But they were also supportive in the idea that he'd meet you one day. He didn't think it would be any time soon. But that voice in the back of his head loved to focus on the "what ifs."

Will was on a press tour for a new movie he was in, so he was almost too busy to even think about possibly meeting you, which he was kind of thankful for.

In your neck of the woods, one of your friends sent you a link to a YouTube video.

Now, your friend loved trolling you, so most of the videos you got sent were just Rick Rolls. The thumbnail was of Will Poulter smiling during an interview, and your friend knew how much you admired him as an actor. You knew it was probably just another troll video, but your curiosity got the better of you.

You were surprised to see that it was, indeed, an actual interview video. But you were even more surprised to see your name in the title.

Will Poulter On His New Movie and Celebrity Crush: Y/n L/n! 😱😱

Clickbait, obviously.

You usually hating feeding in to that kind of clickbait shit, but you were anxious to see if Will did mention you at some point in the video. You were pretty much giggling like a school girl as soon as you got to the part where he talked about you. You awed out loud when you quickly noticed how red his face turned, but you kind of started to hate that interviewer and their line of questioning. You were pretty private about your personal life during interviews and the like, so you could imagine how uncomfortable you'd be being asked questions like that. But, you could only speak for yourself.

Then, you got a mischievous idea.

You were acquainted with one of Will's costars, so you decided to send a quick DM to them with an idea.

A few days later, Will was exhausted from all the press stuff he had to do for the new film, but it was a good exhaustion like it usually was. He had one more interview to do that day then he'd have a couple days off to relax, which he was excited for. He was thankful he didn't have to do the interview himself, a couple of his costars would be joining him this time.

The interviewer came in, did the usual greeting and congratulating on the success of the movie and expressing their positive opinions. Will could've answered all the questions in his sleep, having to answer so many that were pretty much the same. It was almost like he could put himself on autopilot if the interviewer focused on asking questions to his castmates.

The interviewer directed a question at Will, and he internally sighed. "So, have you gotten the chance to meet that actor you love so much?" The interviewer grinned excitedly.

Will hated how easily he blushed just at the sound of your name. "Ah, no. I haven't. I doubt it'll be anytime soon, if ever, so I'm not going to get my hopes up. But as of right now, I hope I don't meet them cause I'd probably embarrass myself."

"Aw, that's a shame."

Will froze, tensing up and his blush deepening. He turned around in his chair to see you, grinning beautifully. "Oh my god..." He uttered, too shocked to say anything else.

"Hello, everyone!" You greeted, giving a quick hug to your friend.

Will looked at his costar in disbelieve. "Did you do this?" Will's costar grinned proudly, nodding confidently.

"Well, if you don't want to see me right now, I can leave."

"No!" Will quickly blurted out, much louder than he intended, causing you to giggle. "Sorry, uh," He was at a loss for words, your presence such a surprise that he could barely form a sentence.

"That's okay! I wasn't planning on crashing for too long. I'll see you guys when you're done." And with that, you left the room, leaving the interviewer to finish their questions.

Will was pretty much in a stunned silence for the rest of the interview, which elicited some teasing from his castmates. He was so anxious for the interview to end that it felt like it was going on forever, so when it ended, Will all but ran out of the room to see you waiting patiently outside the building with your headphones on, mouthing along to whatever you were listening to.

You quickly noticed Will's presence, taking off your headphones and walking up to his with an approachable smile. "Well, hi there! Hope I didn't give ya a heart attack in there!" You laughed, it was like music to Will's ears.

Will shook his head with a nervous smile. "I've never had a heart attack before, but I imagine that's as close as I've gotten so far."

You laughed, placing a hand on his arm. "Sorry!"

Will tried to shake of the immediate spark of electricity he felt at your simple gesture. "It's fine. It was good, it was really good, you got me. So, I'm guessing that was my castmate's idea?"

"No, it was mine, actually."

Will furrowed his brows with a small smile. "Really? Why?"

"Well," You drew out flirtatiously, "I saw that interview."

Will groaned, running his hands over his face as he felt his face heat up for the third time that day. "Oh god..."

"Hey, don't worry! I thought it was really cute." You smiled.

Will looked through the crack between his fingers to look at you. "You did?" He tried to hide his wide grin.

You nodded. "I did. I really wanted to meet you. And since you were close to my town, I thought I'd surprise you."

"Well, consider me surprised." Will chuckled.

"So, if you're not doing anything later, wanna go get a drink with me or something?" You smiled while slightly nibbling on your bottom lip.

Will smirked and nodded. "I'd love to."

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Wow, I actually love how this one came out. It's so cute and my mouth hurts from smiling😂

[iwillbeinmynest]

What Happened in Belfast - Sam Wilson x Reader

Author’s Notes: Thanks Anon! I had fun writing this one!

Prompt: 8. I want my best friend back!

Word Count: 825

 “Y/N!” Sam ran to where you laid on the ground. He signaled Red Wing who took out the enemy with his gun fixed at your head.

 With him gone, Sam could focus on you. He pulled you to him as you tried to refill your lungs after getting the breath knocked out of you.

 “Are you okay?” he asked.

 You nodded and coughed until you were finally able to take a full breath.

 He pulled you close his and pressed his forehead to yours. “You scared me.”

 You looked at him. 

 He looked at you.

 You leaned forward and-

“Wilson! Y/L/N! What are you two doing?” Steve’s voice sounded strained on the coms.

 You pulled away fast from where your lips had nearly touched Sam’s. Your cheeks felt hot but you tried to play it off. “We should go.”

 Sam looked hurt but he nodded. “Yeah, we probably should. Listen, y/n-”

 You didn’t let him finish. You jumped up and ran towards the rest of the team. 

 “On my way!” you informed the team as you ran through the streets of Belfast.

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[twoghostsfromeden]

Lit Through the Darkness at 1:58

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When you're home alone, you convince yourself that Bucky deserves more

Warning: insecure reader, angst, throwing up, heartbreak, i don't mean any hate toward natasha during this fic, let's be honest if my bf was hanging around natasha i'd be insecure, have you seen her???

A/n: was requested (@scorpionchild81) but put my own spin on it to fit my 1k celebration! sorry it's so short :(

You grip the toilet tighter as you throw up, tears rolling down your cheeks. You've been throwing up for what seems like hours, but you've been crying for weeks. This happens every time Bucky goes on a mission, leaving you all alone. Things are perfect when Bucky is home, but as soon as he leaves... The doubt sets in.

You don't hear from him for weeks sometimes, you don't know where he is, who he's with... You know Bucky loves you, but should he?

How could he really love you, when Natasha is right there next to him? She's a badass! She's just like him... She took her trauma and made it into something positive. She's beautiful, she's funny, she's strong...

All you do is sit at home and wait for Bucky to return. You can't relate to him about much of anything. He's 100 years old, you're 23. Natasha might not be able to relate to the age part, but you know how deep their conversations get about their trauma.

Bucky opens up to her about things he won't dare talk to you about.

You throw up again, your heart breaking in your chest. You don't know why you even still try to convince him that he should be with you. You know the truth, he should be with Natasha.

You scramble for your phone, dialing Bucky's number. You haven't spoken to him since he's been gone, which hasn't helped your anxiety. You don't want to wait until he's home, you want the relief now. If you're not with him, you can't be upset about what he's doing when he's gone.

The phone rings, but proceeds to go to voicemail. Your breath hitches in your throat, a tear rolling down your cheek.

"This is Bucky, leave a message. Or don't, I probably won't call back either way,"

The sound of his voice has you choking a sob back, your lip trembling. You hear the beep, scrambling to come up with words. "Uh, Bucky... This is y/n," You say, rolling your eyebrows as you remember he already knows who it is, thanks to caller ID.

"I know you're busy, but uh, I thought I should tell you now, before you come home," You say, your voice broken and quiet. You lean your head against the wall behind you, taking a deep breath. You don't know how to break this to him, especially over the phone.

You know he'll be better off without you, better off with someone who understands him. "I won't be home when you come back. I'm sorry, Buck, but I can't do this anymore. You deserve better, you deserve someone like you," You say, your voice failing you, sobs taking over. You instantly hang up, not wanting him to hear you cry anymore.

You sob against the bathroom floor, wrapped in his shirt, knowing you'll never where his clothes again.

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You're in the bathroom of your new apartment, getting ready for bed. You don't know when Bucky went home, or even if he went home. You've blocked his number, not wanting to put yourself through that pain again.

it's over, there's no need to rehash things when he gets home. He deserves better, that's that. You wonder what he did when he got the message. Was he relieved? DId he run to Natasha, telling her that you were gone? Did he even miss you?

No, he doesn't miss you. You're not the kind of girl guys miss when it's over. You're the kind of girl guys are relieved about when you leave. Finally, the boring nights, meaningless arguments... It's over.

Natasha is the kind of girl guys miss when it's over.

You splash water on your face, closing your eyes as the cold water wakes you up. Water runs down your forearms, landing on Bucky's red henley. You swore you wouldn't take any of his clothes when you left, but you always did love this shirt.

You inhale deeply, trying to get yourself to relax, to forget about Bucky. You lift your head up, opening your eyes as you stand straight up. Your breath hitches in your throat as you see Bucky standing behind you, his eyes fixed on yours through the mirror.

"Bucky, how the--"

Before you can finish, Bucky is spinning you around, pinning you against the counter. His eyes are red, his lips puffy and his cheeks red. "How could you?" He asks, breathlessly.

You gulp, your bottom lip trembling. It's obvious he's been wrecked, just like you have been. It's obvious you've broken his heart.

"Bucky, I had to. You deserve better," You whisper, your voice breaking.

Bucky shakes his head, furrowing his eyebrows. "Better? I deserve better?"

You push past him, not wanting to be trapped in this tiny bathroom with him. "You need to leave," You say, trying to convince yourself that's what you want.

Bucky follows you, using his metal arm to grab your flesh one. The metal of his fingers burn into your skin, digging into your bone. "Tell me, y/n. If I don't deserve you, what do I deserve?"

You refuse to look at his eyes. You don't answer, wanting this to be over already. You were at peace with your decision, why did he have to come back?

"Tell me!' He barks, raising his voice. You finally look at him, watching the tears stream down his face.

"Natasha, alright? You deserve Natasha!" You say, jerking your arm away from him.

Bucky furrows his eyebrows, taking a step back. "Natasha...?" He asks, muttering under his breath. You wipe your eyes, sniffling.

"What are you talking about?"

You shake your head, dropping your eyes to the ground. "You deserve someone like you, Buck. I can't understand you. I can try, I can pretend I understand you, but there are things I'll never understand about you, because I've never gone through what you've gone through. Natasha has... I can never be what you need," You admit, your tears rolling down your cheeks.

Bucky stares at you blankly, his lips parted. You can see the gears turning in his head, but you can't tell what he's thinking. "Y/n... Natasha is a friend. She's my friend because she understands what I've gone through. But... For you to try to put yourself in my shoes... To try to understand me, that's what makes you a good girlfriend. I don't need you to understand me, I just need you to love me." Bucky reassures you, his voice soft.

You keep your eyes on the ground, sniffling quietly.

Bucky moves closer to you, reaching out and wrapping his arms around you. You fall into his touch, snuggling against his chest. "You're the only thing that makes me feel human. I love Natasha, but part of me still feels like a monster when I'm on a mission. It reminds me of everything I went through. The best part of a mission is coming home to you, coming home and feeling like a human. You're the only person who makes it all go away," He says, cradling your head against his chest.

You allow him to hold you, soaking in his presence. The past few days have been horrible. You've been trying to distract yourself from the fact that your heart was breaking in two. You missed having Bucky in bed with you. You missed waking up next to Bucky.

You don't want to be without Bucky, you want to be with him for the rest of your life. You just want him to have what he deserves. You lift your head, sniffling. "You're sure I'm what you want?" You ask, your voice quiet.

Bucky cradles your face in his bruised hands, a smile slowly creeping across his face. "I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life,"

[venomous--fics]

@geekgirlofarchangels Requested: Hi! (I just wanted to say that I love your writing, it's amazing)😍

Can I request Eddie Brock x reader, who bake sweets for him, basically try to show her love for him in many ways in a day to day basis, and when she decides to tell him that she loves him, she sees him with Anne and misunderstand everything.

She panics, but ends fluff? Sorry for any mistakes English is not my first language

A/N: No worries!! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!! Day 6! So many more to go!

"I think I need better piping tips." You said, looking over to Eddie for some reassurance.

The man had a one track mind, and right now, the only thing he could think of was the cookies you had in the oven. He's been staring at it for the last five minutes.

"A watched pot never boils." You said, finally catching his attention.

"And watched cookies never bake." he retorted turning around to look at the cake you'd be decorating, "I think it looks nice."

"Really?"

"Of course!"

"You're not just being cute and nice, right?"

"What would I gain from lying? Name one thing."

"More sweets?"

"That is true, but I don't have to lie to get those."

You rolled your eyes with a smile as you moved the cake to the other counter so that way you had room for the cookies. Before you, Eddie wasn't really the type of guy to have a sweet tooth, but oh boy you sure did change that. You worked at a bakery, and you were still practicing your skills any chance you got.

Eddie was a good and somewhat unbiased judge. He never lied to you, but he was never mean about anything either. If something needed worked on, he'd tell you nicely.

"Why are you stressing so much about your decorating skills anyways? I think you're amazing at it."

"My boss really wants me to start helping out in the decorating area..I was just worried that I was totally going to suck." You set your piping bag off to the side and wiped off your hands, "I just want to make sure I can do everything perfectly."

"You got this. It'll be a breeze for you. I mean, c'mon, look at it. It's really good."

You took a moment to really admire your cake. Yeah, it was pretty good.

Eddie really was so nice and loving to you. He was nothing like any of the other people you'd chosen to spend your time with before. Eddie actually wanted to do things with you, and he was constantly dragging you along for new adventures, and actually paid attention to your wants and needs.

You really liked him. Well, if you were being honest, you were really hopelessly in love with him. And you wanted to tell him, and you were sure he felt the same, but you really wanted to make it special.

Should you write it in icing on a cookie? Or maybe he was a bit tired of cookies. Maybe he'd expect you to do that since you're a baker and all. Maybe you should just tell him. Face to face.

You both left for work, saying your goodbyes and sharing a kiss or two. You were going to tell him after work. It'd finally be a weight off your chest to finally say just how you felt.

Despite having a seemingly normal day, you began to feel a little puzzled towards lunch. Normally, somehow, someway, Eddie always found his way to your work. It was bizarre how your lunch breaks always lined up, but you were sure he did that on purpose.

He didn't show up today, so you spent your break alone. You'd texted him to have a good rest of the day at work, but he never texted back. Maybe he just got busy, you told yourself.

You managed to clock out and make your way home, and still no response from Eddie. He wasn't even home yet. It was 6:45. Normally, he's home way before you. You shrugged it off as a late day at the office as you changed out of your work clothes.

Eddie got home at about 7:15 pm, and didn't say much as to why that was. He was his normal cheery self. He doted on you as usual, and you two ate together. Every thing was fine, but it didn't feel fine.

Things continued on like that for a few days. You had this persistent nagging feeling that Eddie was hiding something, and it was getting in the way of talking to him. It was getting far too annoying to ignore.

Today, one of your rare days off, you decided to hell with it. You were going to make Eddie a nice dinner and just tell him. Maybe then the nagging feeling would go away. Maybe you were just nervous because this was a huge thing to say, especially to Eddie.

You were making your way downtown, to the store, to pick up a few ingredients for dinner. Your list was short, so this really shouldn't take too long. You walked passed a café that you and Eddie frequented, and your body froze just a few steps passed the big front window. The hell was that?

You must've been seeing things. Surely you hadn't seen what you thought you saw, right? Not wanting to be seen, just in case your eyes weren't tricking you, you turned your body a little. You couldn't believe it. There was was. Even if all you saw was the back of his head, you knew it was him solely because of who was sitting across from him at the little table.

"Anne?" you asked yourself quietly.

She looked like she was in good spirits today. Her smile was warm and inviting as always, and it looked like she was chuckling at something Eddie had just said. You couldn't look away.

Why would he do this to you? Are you really surprised? After all, he did love her first. Maybe he never really loved you to begin with.

You made your way back to the apartment to gather your thoughts. There was to be a rational explanation for this. They weren't doing anything bad, but, you did find yourself worrying because...Well, you know, it was Anne.

For the first time in years, you felt angry. How could he do that to you? You should just leave and just call him later and tell him that you're never coming back. You froze halfway to the door once you realized what had really happened. Eddie chose her. And you knew that time after time he'd do it again.

You felt stupid. You felt a few tears slip out and you tried to fight them off, but that only seemed to make it worse. The door opened, and the sound of keys hitting the counter caught your attention.

"Oh!" Eddie said, "You're home! Good, I have- Hey, are you okay?"

You just stared at him.

He walked over, attempting to comfort you, but you took a few steps back, causing him to freeze. He looked wounded.

"Did something happen?" he asked, lowering his hands.

"I don't know," You said bitterly, "Why don't you go ask Anne?"

"Anne?" Then it registered, "Oh! Oh, no, babe, that's-"

"I don't want to hear any excuses, Eddie! How could you do that to me? How could you string me along and then just backstab me like that."

"No!" He really wanted to hold you, but he knew he had to refrain, "No, no, no! It wasn't like that. I swear!"

"I can't even look at you." You rushed into the bedroom, slamming the door. "God! I'm so, so stupid!"

Eddie listened to your slightly muffled yelling for a minute or two before moving over to the door to open it.

"I shouldn't even be here anymore!" You shouted, throwing open the door, "I have to go."

You tried to move past Eddie, but as a reflex, he grabbed your arm, "Please don't do that."

You tugged and pulled, but you couldn't wiggle free. He wasn't holding too tight, and he wasn't hurting you. You just couldn't get free, "Let go of me!"

"I swear I'd never do that to you!" He pleaded, "Will you just let me explain?"

You stopped fighting and just stared helplessly ahead, "What is there to explain, huh? You don't love me like I love you, so there's nothing left to talk about."

"You love me?"

"Of course I do! But it's obvious that you don't love me! So, just, let go!"

"I love you too!" He said loudly.

It's like the whole world stopped in that moment as your head whipped around to look at him. He looked like his whole world was about to end. This wasn't how any of this was supposed to go down.

"I love you." he repeated, "I- I'm so sorry I didn't say it sooner. I..I got nervous so I, as stupid as it sounds, I went to Anne for advice."

Your whole body relaxed as you listened to him.

"I wasn't sure how to say it- Or, I guess, say it right." Eddie sighed a little, "I asked her what I should do. She was always better at this stuff. She gave me this bright idea of a movie and dinner...But it seems like that's all out the window now."

You realized your mistake, "Eddie, I'm sorry...I didn't want it to happen like this either. I had a plan too, and I guess I ruined it."

"I should've just told you. I was just scared you wouldn't feel the same."

"Wouldn't feel the same?" You wanted to sound offended at the thought, "Eddie, why do you think I do all these nice things for you? I wanted to tell you for ages, but I just couldn't."

Eddie let go of your arm, and pulled you into a hug. He hugged you like his life depended on it. You hugged back before sighing, "This really isn't how I wanted this to go."

"I know." he said, "Doesn't make it any less true, does it?"

You shook your head.

"I mean it. I really do love you. I just wanted to make sure I did everything right this time." He sounded disappointed with himself, "I guess I'm always going to screw some things up."

"That's okay." You reassured, "I don't know if you noticed, but I ruined this whole thing. Your plan, my plan. All of it."

"I wouldn't say ruined." Eddie pulled back to look at you, "I'd just say this was a little out of the ordinary."

"Do you still want to go out for dinner? Is that still in the cards?" You asked curiously.

"Of course. Why don't we just take a breather for a little bit."

[runeterrankhaleesi]

Hi, can you do some jealous & protective Eddie/Venom x reader headcanons

[A/N: Hello darling, how are you? I hope you’ve had a good day. Thank you for making a request. You may ask again for more.]

Venom/Eddie being Protective and Jealous 

Oho, boy. You are in trouble.

And I emphasize that.

Venom’s a symbiote. You being his girlfriend, he labels you as his mate.

Literally.

Eddie on the other hand, trusts you, though there is the gnawing fear that you’ll leave both of them.

Venom dislikes your male colleagues, but a kiss or hug will easily reassure him.

Eddie came to the building where you worked at, a suprise visit and a quick lunch to your favorite fast food.

When he saw you with Dave (your self-appointed bestfriend) being all touchy and flirty with you.

Eddie is calm.

Meanwhile, Venom wants to literally bite his head off and hang his decapitated body on a wall.

Eddie starts to talk himself, or rather to Venom.

”Would you calm down?” He angrily whispered to Venom.

"No. We should go over there and make our presence known.” Venom forcefully makes Eddie walk over to you, which sends him stumbling a bit.

“Hi sweetie, mm-” You get kissed by Eddie, in front of your co-worker.

"What are you doing here?”

"We-I mean, I wanted to take you out to lunch.” Eddie said, correcting himself in the process.

“That’s so sweet.” You peck him on the cheek.

Before you could even mutter a goodbye to Dave, you’re pulled away by Eddie quickly.

You could only sigh and roll your eyes how petty this symbiote really is.

✨~Requests are open!~✨

[fangirlheaven97]

We couldn’t find you

Venom/Eddie Brock x “Avenger” reader

First Venom fanfic! I love this idea and thought I’d put my own spin on it. Surprise cameo from the Avengers!

You are good friends with Eddie after letting him interview you for a story. You also meet Venom, who takes an instant liking to you. After a week of not hearing from you, they tear up the city looking for you.

“Warning! Warning! Tower has been breached!” Friday’s warning echoed through the tower. You’d all just returned from a week long mission and were crashed on all the miscellaneous couches in the common room. Jolting awake, you woke those who weren’t already awake. Carefully waking Bruce so he didn’t Hulk out. As they all blinked awake you were already looking at camera feed from outside the Tower.

“According to news reports, something has been rampaging through the city all week.” You said, glancing at the screens. “Could this be the same thing? Made it through the city and this was the last place to look?”

Stretching, Tony groaned “We just got back from fighting one bad guy and now we got another? Give me a break.”

“You said you wanted something closer to home, Tony. Careful what you wish for.” Steve said cheekily.

Tony stuck his tongue out before heading to the lab, mumbling something about needing another suit. Bruce followed him, presumably because it was one of the quieter places in the tower. The rest of the Avengers prepared for a fight. Thor looked positively giddy at the prospect of battle so soon after the last.

“Perhaps it is a bilgesnipe, looking for revenge on me! What fun!” He chuckled.

“How would it have gotten here? We didn’t detect anything Asgardian related.” Steve said.

Looking disappointed, Thor sighed “I suppose you're correct Captain.”

Suddenly the tower shook. Lights flickered. More alarms rang out.

“The suspect appears to be making its way up the tower.” Friday chirped.

Nick Fury chose this moment to pipe in via video chat. “We’ve been tracking this thing for months, but we’ve never been able to trap it or even see it. Agents report seeing black before they were knocked out.”

“How do they know they weren’t just knocked out?” You asked.

“Because they heard loud roaring sounds before losing consciousness.”

It finally clicked in your head. Seeing black, but being awake? Loud roaring sounds? And for the last week it’d been tearing up the city, looking for something.

“Guys I know what it is, its…”

Tony appeared, cutting you off “Y/n we just confirmed, it’s looking for you! Go to the lab with Bruce, we’ll take care of this.”

“No, I…”

“He’s right Y/n, we got this.” Steve agreed.

“Looks like it’s in the elevator! Get ready guys, and Y/n, get out of here!” Tony shouted.

Fed up with them ignoring you, you quickly took them all down. They watched and protested as you stood in front of the elevator. Ding! You came face to face with exactly who you suspected. Venom blinked before breaking out into a large grin.

“Hi V, what exactly are you doing here?” You asked patiently.

“We didn’t hear from you. We worried. Went to look for you.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t message you and Eddie. I was gone longer than expected.”

“We suppose we forgive you. If you give us chocolate and tater tots.”

You smiled. “Ok V, whatever you want. Is Eddie in?”

You waited until Eddie shot forward to give you a tight hug. “We were actually worried. I told him the first couple days you’d be fine, but he didn’t listen. Stupid parasite.”

“Parasite! Apologize!”

“Um, hello? Do we need to fight or?” Tony piped in.

“Food?”

“We don’t eat good guys.”

“But why? They look tasty. Just a little taste?”

“No, sorry V.” You chuckled. Turning back to some extremely confused Avengers, you began to explain your friendship with Venom and Eddie. Who then explained their story. After many questions for you and for the anti hero duo, you headed to the towers kitchen.

“What are you doing?” Eddie asked.

“I promised V tots. So I’m making tots.”

“On my dollar! At least make some for me!” You heard Tony shout.

“Me as well Lady Y/n!” Thor added.

Laughing you headed over to the freezer.

“Oh, guys, we’re out of tots.”

[plush-rabbit]

Meeting His Other Half

Request: I’m giving in to your venom brain rot!!! Requesting nsfw that when Eddie lets his s/o meet Venom fully formed for the first time, they’re really overwhelmed like oh fuck he’s hot and they ask permission to touch and explore his body ;)

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: My first time!! So this is a little all over the place?? This started out as headcanons and it became this so yeah!! let me know if you like it!!

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Eddie’s lips are soft against yours, his stubble pricking against your palms as you pull him closer, and he eagerly grows closer, his hands tightening around your waist, and you can feel the smile against your lips as he guides you towards the bed. It’s soft, the movements slow and clumsy as you both step over each other’s toes, and if there were any music, it would be like something of a slow dance. He pulls away, a cheeky smile on his lips when the mattress bumps against the back of your knees. You give him a roll of your eyes but the ever growing grin that stretches across your features gives your true feelings away.

A heavy hand pushes you onto the bed and you let out a short laugh as you bounce softly on the bed. The bedding crinkles under you, and as your hands reach out to stretch the fabric just to seem neater, your partner kisses your lips once more. You make a teasing remark, a hand slipping to his crotch to cup at his already growing member. The pillows are little more but cushion, the mattress stiff under you as his hands slip under your shirt. Instinctively, your hands reach to cup at his face, a hand slipping to curve around his neck. His breath is ragged, depriving both of your air and he’s pulling you close, groping at your chest and running past your nipples.

It’s nothing more than teasing touches and heavy kissing that has the both of you hot and bothered, and like the fool that you are, you forget that a third party is involved. Eddie is grunting through the kiss, shaking his head which has you pulling your hands away from him. He’s quick to apologize under his breath, grabbing at your fleeing hand and placing it back to him and when you pull away, concern scribbled all over you, you yelp, and try to move away from him. Eddie is quick to move away from you, a hand covering half his face as he shakes a hand at you, telling you to not worry, that it’s just Venom.

The next few moments are odd to witness. You know about Venom- or at least Eddie has told you about the symbiote that you’ve only met through the gooey black ink-like substance that formed out of Eddie’s body, or the half consumed like face that always seemed to follow you wherever you walked. Now, however, Venom has looked to possess Eddie, with the iridescent eyes that cover Eddie's own colored eyes. You know how the relationship works between the two- something very close, that you fear you could never compete with, but also the two butting heads every now and then. You call their- Eddie’s name, waving your hand and with a nervous smile, you ask if everything is okay.

When he turns to you, Venom has decided to slip out, a tendril and a formed head that clings to Eddie. “No, no,” Eddie starts, shaking his head, “it’s all okay. Venom here is just-” Eddie scratches at the side of his head- “uh hungry.” Venom immediately interjects with a hearty no, his teeth bared and you wince at not only the loud noise, but also how much closer he is. The symbiote immediately moves closer to Eddie. “Listen,” Eddie seems to hiss, “not now. Later, we’ll talk to them about it and we can see what happens, but not now.”

“Not now, what?” You interject, the bedding gripped in your hands. “If it’s about me, I’d like to know.” You clear your throat, your gaze unable to decide whether to settle on Eddie or Venom. “Please,” you add.

Eddie opens his mouth but Venom interjects. “Eddie always gets to be out.” Even in the short time that you haven’t seen Venom, you’ve forgotten how deep his voice can be. “Especially with you. I want a chance at that.” With each word, Venom grows closer, inch by inch, and you find yourself wanting to move closer to him as well. “I know how soft humans are. I’ve been with Eddie much longer.” You have to bite the inside of your cheeks to top the frown that forms. “I want a chance to be with you as he has.”

“You can say no,” Eddie says, stepping forward, shoving the symbiote away. “He’s not going to take it personally.”

“Yes, I will,” Venom adds. “I can be gentle.”

Arguing resumes between the two and you keep your eyes on Venom, only to switch over to Eddie. “Eddie?” The talking between the two ceases and Eddie is looking at you, nodding allowing for you to continue. “I’m okay with meeting all of Venom. I- Do you want me to?”

“Of course, I do,” he rushes. “I just.. I don’t want you to freak out. He’s a lot bigger than I am.” He clears his throat and briefly catches the eye of Venom. “Bigger than you are too.”He’s still looking at you and when you don’t relent he sucks in a deep breath. “You sure about this?” You nod quickly, your legs coming to curl underneath your body as you lean closer, holding your breath as Eddie twitches his head and nods. “Venom knows the safe word, so if you ever feel weird-'' Eddie doesn’t have the chance to finish his sentence as goo stretches over his skin.

You’ve never witnessed a full transformation until now and it’s memorizing. The ink-like substance covers Eddie almost instantaneously, and where he stood, now stands the alien, a hulking mass of muscle that stares at you. His expression is difficult to read, but yours isn’t. You’re transfixed, the symbiote in front of you gaining all of your attention. You call his name in a breathless voice, crawling across the bed, your lips parted and eyes wide. There’s a dying need to touch him, to feel his skin.

He’s quick to move close to you, the wood letting out a thump as he kneels at the edge of the bed, and your hands rise slowly, hovering above his cheeks. Your reflection stares back at you through his milky eyes, and you quickly glance to his mouth, pale yellow teeth sharpened and stuck in a permanent grin, are shown to you. His hand is heavy and hot, cupping over yours and pushing it close to his face and he’s cool, the symbiote feeling like silk under your touch and you want to kiss him, but you fear you’ll tear yourself to ribbons if you do.

“Fuck,” you curse, and you want him to move closer to you. “Can I- I want to touch you,” you confess. “Is that okay?”

Taken aback, Venom nods eagerly, rushing onto the bed. Your hand slips away from his face and you stare at it blankly, closing it into a weak fist as you turn to look at him. It creaks under the additional weight and you fear that you’ll fall stories down- something like a cartoon. “You can touch,” he consents, sitting with his legs stretched out.

You sit yourself between his legs and he leans away, resting a part of his weight away on his hands. A part of you feels a bit guilty for wanting to touch him as if he were some sort of attraction, but even so, you’re just captured by his body. Your hands feeling the silk like skin under your palm, running down to touch at his protruding chest, your fingertips fluttering past the thin, white veins that rush down his body to his core.

Venom is still under you, his hands tearing into the sheets as you continue your exploration. His biceps are thick, so heavy that you’re unable to wrap both your hands around them, and he’s watching you, following your hands as they trail over his body, so desperate to not leave any inch of him untouched.

“This is okay?” You ask, your eyes wide, shining with curiosity and lips so sweetly parted that even if it weren’t Venom would have lied as long as it meant you would continue to touch him. He nods, his breathing growing heavy and he can not only feel Eddie’s erection twisting and bulging inside of him, but he can feel his beginning to grow, edging ever closer to you as you continue to run your hands over his body. “Okay,” you say in an exhale.

His skin while feeling like silk, his body is different. Covered in ridges, and twisting over Eddie’s joints, the muscle so apparent through the flesh, that it were as if he were wearing a skintight suit. The white veins are little bumps under your fingertips and you lean down, your lips brushing over them as you kiss it softly, your lips still puckered even as you pull away. A hand supports yourself against his chest, curved over a breast while the other is pressed against his stomach, so close to his crotch but you’re too distracted to even focus on that.

Your lips are tracing over his body, following the river of veins as you push yourself closer and twisting yourself into him, his goo wrapping around your hand, allowing you to steady yourself against him. “You’re so sweet,” you mumble, kissing close to the collarbone area, keeping yourself close to him. “Such a nice symbiote,” you coo out, pulling away from him to watch as he nods, a hand of his cupping under your bum.

“I want you to touch me,” he says, the clawed hand around your bum, squeezing ever so slightly. “Now,” his head tilts, and you can sense the slightest shift of emotion. “Please,” he adds.

“Was that your manners or was that Eddie telling you to be nice,” you lilt, but the answer never reaches your ears. You’re too busy fixated on Venom and his body, to ever hear it or care. You return your lips to his body, gliding over his collarbone to the rising arch of his shoulder, and dipping to the soft part between where the shoulder and neck kiss.

You just wanted to joke, just to ease the room a bit. You’ve barely met the symbiote in his full form, and you went straight to touching and caressing his body as if it were you that were possessed. The hand on his stomach lowers, a small drag caused by either you or him- once again, you don’t really care as long as it meant that you could touch him- and you bump against something thick. You pull away from your current kissing on his neck to look down. “Oh!” You say in shock, your eyes going wide. “Wow, Venom,” you say, a churning heat in your stomach approaching as your sex oozes arousal in a thin strand. Your eyes go wide, your tongue peeking out to wet your lips and you look back up at him, heart racing and pounding in your ears. “I can touch?” You ask. The hand on his chest is slowly guiding your other hand down. You gasp, and pull your hands away from his body, catching yourself on your hands between his legs. You lean closer to his erection, a thick cock with thin white veins that wrap around it. You hear him say yes and that’s all the encouragement that you need.

Your breath fans against his cockhead, your lips pressing a flurry of kisses against the pulsing member as your own core starts to tighten. Just pleasuring him is more than enough for you. Your hands wrap around him and you want him so badly, but you know that you'll need to prep yourself, that taking him without developing your own hole, will lead to something bad. But, Christ, you want him. Your mouth hugs tightly around his cock, and you moan against it, singing a lovely tune that has him throwing his head back and holding your head as you bob down him.

He calls your name, a loud echo that drums against your ears and it only encourages you more. You want to see what color he’d be when he orgasms. Will it be like Eddie’s? A thick, creamy white that’s salty and plentiful? Or something of his own? Thin, black strands that taste like nothing? What you would give to find out now. You regret not meeting Venom sooner. Not if you had known it loud to this. To you sucking off a symbiote that purrs your name as a hand slips between your legs in a desperate attempt to pleasure yourself. You can feel the ridges, the bumps and the soft veins and it’s heavenly. A thick, musk scent that makes your head feel heavy. You’re whining, burying your head down as far as you can, gagging and crying as even halfway, it’s bumping against the back of your throat.

Venom is rigid underneath you. So stiff, that you fear that he’s holding himself back from taking you. You really do regret not meeting him sooner. You want him so badly, your sex burning for him as he pulses in your mouth. He’s curling above you, calling your name and holding onto you tighter, his breath fanning across your body.

“Ah, fuck!” he curses. “No fucking wonder Eddie couldn’t stop jerking it you!” His voice booms and bounces off the walls and if it were any other day, you’d be worried about neighbors. But your head is sealed with a hazy need to just suck him. “Holy shit, I think I’m gonna cum!” Your head is lifted, hair clutched between a thick hand as thick ropes of semen spurting out to coat your face and chest.

You gasp, your tongue out, aching to catch some of his seed in your tongue. Your eyes rise and you see that his tongue is out and it fills you with another rush of heat and adrenaline. A long tongue that runs past his chin and you’re reaching towards, only the tip of his tongue licking against your cupid’s bow as you’re faced back with Eddie whose own face is spoiled red, a witness to your lust-filled haze.

“We’re doing that again,” you say, too aroused to focus on anything but kissing Edie and grinding yourself against him. You hear a muffled moan, his hand wrapping around your hips once more, as he pulls you and grinds himself against you.

[slashergardens-deactivated20221]

Oh! Have you seen the anime "Ajin" or the TV series "Eternity" where the main character is immortal?

Yautj could have immortal s/o (the man himself has not yet said anything about his immortality). And maybe when a person is badly wounded, the wound results in death (say if it's a xenomorph) and the person dies. Yautja panics and loses all his shit when the s/o recovers from death and gets up as if nothing had happened.

🌱Yautja x Immortal!Reader

Gender neutral reader, warnings for ‘death’, also sorry for not getting to my asks until now!! Tumblr is being weird and only showing certain asks at in my inbox

🌱.

To be even near them during hunts, you gotta have some strength

Otherwise they wouldnt even risk it

So maybe you often fight alongside them often

Sent to exterminate a loose xenomorph on Earth, you tagged along

However, if they could turn back time to say no, they would

Instead, here they were, faced with your impaled body

The xenomorphs tail had plunged through your chest in almost an instant. Your mate was in great distress at the sight, frozen for a split second. Then as the xenomorph tossed your limp body to the side, rage followed.

Your Yautja didn’t just kill the xenomorph, but rather brutalized it, made it’s death as gruesome as possible.

Standing over the mutilated body of the xenomorph, chest shakily rising and falling, they took time to process what had happened. These thoughts were soon cut short as they heard a groan.

“Motherfucker, that hurttt…” you whined, shakily standing. Heavy footsteps sounded behind you, strong arms wrapping around your form. “Ah shit, i’m sorry for scaring you.” You mumbled, turning in their arms to wrap your own around their shoulders.

Your Yautja held you close and tight, fearing they could lose you. Only after a long embrace did they pull away to inspect your wound. “I’m fine, let’s just get going home.” Once confident that you were indeed okay, your mate picked you up and held you bridal style, carrying you home.

You’ll have to explain the whole predicament to your sweet Yautja

Once they hear, they’ll puff up with pride immediately

To avoid death is an incredible power!

They insist on one day taking you to their planet so they could show you off

They’re also going to be glued to your side for the next few days, so get ready for that

They’ll be 10x as affectionate, feeling bad that they couldnt protect you

They’ll also be training more, feeling immensely guilty

[slashergardens-deactivated20221]

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Yautja x strong!reader

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Ghost! Cpasta x reader

[squidgamesmut]

Imagine Ga-yeong telling her mom that you and Gi-hun love each other

"Did you know that dad went on a date with (Y/n)?"

You clenched your hands into fists to keep down the embarrassment building up in your chest.

"Beg your pardon?" you heard Ga-yeong's mother respond.

"Dad and (Y/n) are in love with each other."

A beat of silence. "I see." said your employer, and you could practically sense the frown that fell over her face. "I was already wondering what had gotten him so chipper lately."

Ga-yeong cuddled against her mother, giggling a little. "Mommy, do you think that dad and (Y/n) are a nice couple? I think they are! They make each other really happy!"

You flinched, shrinking back in your chair, pretending to be preoccupied with the book in your hands. Perhaps that the topic was still a sore spot, despite Ga-yeong's mother being remarried and having a son with her new spouse.

"Well, your father seems like a person even I didn't know. Perhaps that they are a better match then me and your dad have ever been."

There was something that sounded like guilt in her voice. Your relationship with Ga-yeong's mom was friendly, but she never spoke positively about her addicted ex. No matter how much he had changed, she could only see the man he was no longer.

Maybe that was different - she parted from him once he got into his troubles. You found him when he was at his lowest and built him up, loving him for whoever he truly was, no matter his addiction. What had caused her despise against him had not scared you off.

Ga-yeong's mother felt plenty emotions at once, but the one that stuck was something that felt like awe. Ga-yeong was right. You made each other really happy, and it was a good thing that you made Gi-hun happier than anyone else ever could.

Meeting you had changed him into a better man, and even the young Ga-yeong could see her father's happiness.

It was meant to be.

And so Ga-yeong's mother stated to her daughter: "Yes, sweetheart. I think your father and (Y/n) are a really sweet couple, and I'm happy for them."

It was genuine, and it made your heart swell with happiness, your head fuzzy with the thought of Gi-hun.

You checked your watch, seeing that it was almost time to go home. You set aside your book, standing from your chair, wishing Ga-yeong's stepfather a good night before joining the other two people in the hallway.

"It's time for me to leave, sadly." you stated, which caused Ga-yeong to pout and hug you close. "But don't be sad, I will be back soon."

Your employer hugged her cardigan a bit tighter around her body, smiling at the sweet scene unfolding, at how you caressed her daughter's dark hair and kissed the top of her head as a goodbye.

"Thank you for looking after her, (Y/n)."

You nodded at the woman, smiling kindly. "Of course. You know I love her."

"I love you too, (Y/n)!" Ga-yeong mused, "And you love my daddy!"

You blushed, eyes shooting up to your lover's ex, but she held no animosity in her eyes. She momentarily looked at her husband, who took the cue to take Ga-yeong to her bedroom and leave you two to talk a bit.

"Goodnight (Y/n)!"

"Goodnight sweetheart!"

The young girl waved at you and you blew her a kiss, to which she giggled and blew one back. You caught it into your fist and pretended to stuff it into your pocket, "To keep for later." you told her, to which she responded: "You can give that one to my dad!"

You smiled fondly when she disappeared from your field of view, suddenly abashed upon standing in front of your employer whilst she knew that you were dating her ex-husband. It was not forbidden or out of the question in any way or form, but it caused you to grow anxious nevertheless.

"I'm happy for you." Ga-yeong's mother stated, smiling at you. "Don't worry. I am not holding it against you. I was once in love with him too, but back then, he was different. I can see how different he is now that you are around. How he blossoms. How you bring the best out of him. You've got my blessing."

You beamed with a smile, bowing your head slightly. "Thank you." you whispered. "Thank you so much."

"No, I should thank you." said she, her eyes shimmering gently. "For you are bringing out the father in him that Ga-yeong needs. She's infatuated with the very idea of you two, and that's what matters. Her happiness is all that's important."

You couldn't do anything else but agree with that, for your love for the young girl ran deep, as if she were your own.

You reached for your coat when you heard a car honk in the distance, and you said goodbye to Ga-yeong's parents, leaving the apartment with haste.

The familiar car of Gi-hun awaited you. You approached it, your heart skipping a beat when you saw the joyful face of Gi-hun appear through the window. Quickly going in, you enjoyed being in his presence again.

"Good evening, my love." he said, and you keened at the nickname, reaching over to touch his hand.

"Good evening, Gi-hun."

"Had a good night?" he queried, reaching over to tuck some hair behind your ear. Of course he wanted to know - why could you ever be beaming with such happiness?

"Absolutely." you stated, "Ga-yeong was a sweetheart, and her mother has given us her blessing."

"She did?" Gi-hun said in disbelief, a grin tugging at his lips. "Oh, that's wonderful."

You hummed shyly, rubbing your neck. "And another thing... Ga-yeong told me to bring you a kiss she blew."

Gi-hun's brown eyes shimmered in the dim light of the street lanterns.

"A kiss?"

"Hmmm... She is definitely going to ask you if I brought it."

He leaned closer, gazing at your lips. "I'd rather have a kiss from you."

You laughed lightly, utterly content whilst you closed the gap between you, putting a hand on his cheek before pressing your mouth against his.

Snogging him deeply, you found yourself daydreaming about what future lay ahead, consisting out of giving Ga-yeong another half-sibling or two.

[aurasaurora]

10 minutes

Request: Hi there! Im not sure if you accept requests or not, but if you do, can I ask for a Squid Game, Sangwoo x Y/n scenario? Lets say that, for the sake of the fic, 3 people can be winners in the game instead of only 1, but right now there are 4 people alive. Gihun, Saebyeok, Sangwoo and Y/n. Y/n is given the choise to eliminate someone with a gun, and declare the winners. But, the players witness Y/n eliminating themselves, in order for them to win. Even worse if Y/n and Sangwoo were in a long term relationship/ married. Y/n can be afab or gender neutral, but Im so curious of how this scenario would play out. Thank you for reading!

Parings: Cho Sang-Woo x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Angst Suicide, fighting, guns

A/N: I changed the pacing of the pic to suit my own taste, but I still hope the person who requested this still enjoys it.

“Did his life mean nothing to you?” You shouted towards Sang-Woo, the two of you had just re-entered the resting rooms, waiting for the rest of the survivors to arrive. The brutal and emotional betrayal of Ali done by your fiancé, in order to keep you alive broke you. All the games were traumatic, but this one specifically showed you just how cunning your fiancé really was. Ali someone who thought both you and your fiancé as friends, someone he could trust in the insanity of this is game. Ali looked at you in disbelief once he realized the bags were switched, he screamed and yelled, heartbroken at your unintentional betrayal. You couldn’t even believe it when you saw a bag full of marbles in your own hands, you never even realized the switch happening nor did either of you witness it. You begged the guards to let you die instead of him, you tugged at the guard’s body practically trying to aim the gun at yourself. But they weren’t going to let you escape from the gruesome reality that the game brought. Regardless the timer already went off, so any negotiation would be useless. Ali was shot right in front of your eyes.

“This is a survival game, for fucks sake. We cannot worry about anyone except for ourselves, otherwise we’ll never come out here alive.” Sang-Woo’s behaviour was downright dirty, but he was the only one being realistic out of the two. This idea of building up friendships is illogical, and he blames your nativity for that. Because if it came down to it, Ali would’ve saved himself over you. Which was what was going to happen regardless. He couldn’t comprehend why you were so star struck by the betrayal, any connection you made with other team players were out of desperation for survival. Sang-Woo figured he was being objective, while you weren’t. This money could be life changing, not could…would be. He figured enough therapy would put your sorrows away, but his need to win ignored that your traumas could never go away.

“He..he has a family, a child waiting for his father to return. You took that away from him.” Your voice became more hushed, but still spat the same venom as earlier. “Well then maybe he should’ve thought about them before he decided partaking in this game. Whether he died now, or later. It wouldn’t make a difference for you and I.” He was getting agitated; he didn’t want to have this conversation with you. Not discussing his recent brutality, allowed him to ignore that side of him. He didn’t want to confront his demons, and neither should you.

“Well, he never had a chance so who knows, maybe he would’ve won the game. But we will never know because you took that chance, the possibility away from him.” Sang-Woo had a response, but he didn’t say anything, he knew arguing with you back would serve no justice to the situation. When you knew he wouldn’t respond, you sat yourself down on the floor, bringing your knees to your chest.

Eventually, Sang-Woo approached you, sitting himself right besides you. “If you had the opportunity to save me…would you?” his voiced was soft and endearing. He placed his arm around your shoulder.

“Yes.” You didn’t even think twice your response.

“Then why do you judge me for something you would’ve done yourself? You only feel guilty because of the emotional attachment, but had you not known him, you probably wouldn’t even thought twice at what I did.” His voice gave out wisdom, but your face layed with confusion. I mean yeah, you’re going to feel guilty betraying someone you have a connection with vs someone you don’t. He’s just stating the obvious.

Before you could respond the rest of the survivors finally arrived, making it just four people left alive. Yourself, Sang-Woo, Gi-hun, and Saebyeok. The night was approaching, and you knew the final game was arriving. Your anxiety was becoming unbearable, that you couldn’t even sleep. Sang-Woo was resting besides you, and you looked at him what seemed to be the only moment of peace he’s had since the beginning of the game. You fiddled with your engagement ring; you couldn’t help but wonder if marrying someone as ruthless as he was? Granted he did it to save your life, but you couldn’t help but wonder if it came down to the two of you, would he have brutally tricked you to save his own life? Maybe not, maybe so. But the hypothetical thought brought you to shivers. You didn’t want to know, but you’ll soon find out.

It seems that Saebyeok was also awake, because she saw you fiddling with your engagement ring. She quietly walked over to your side of the bed. Waving a hand in order to not startle you, she wanted to ask if you were okay, but the answer was obvious. “Are you ready for the final game?” she whispered. Once again Saebyeok knew the answer, nobody ever felt ready, but she wanted to create conversation in hopes to ease out your nerves.

“As ready as I can be. Any guesses on what the next game might be?” you asked hopelessly.

“Considering it’s the last game, probably something that requires 3 of us dead.” Saebyeok instantly regretted her words once she realizes that you were slightly scared by her words. “I-I mean, who knows. Maybe that won’t be the case.” She stumbled over her own words.

“I really enjoyed our time together.” You knew she was most likely right. Having one survivor win the game felt the most realistic. You looked around the room, realizing that this would be the last moment you saw any of them alive. You knew better than to think you’d survive this game.

“I appreciate your kindness…You always had my back, even with the way I treated you.” Her voice was filled with forgiveness, when she first met you, she was cold towards you, yet you were nothing but kind.

“Well, you can repay me” you told her playfully. “If you win, you’ll have to take care of my cat.” You smiled at her.

She smiled back at you for a bit, then her face went back to sadness. “Will you take care of my brother…if you win?”

You gave her a hug “Of course.”

***

The walk towards the next game made you so anxious you felt like you could throw up. Your head was dizzy, and you couldn’t walk straight. Sang-Woo picked up on that and slide an arm around your waist to keep you stable.

You arrived to a luminated room, there was no intricate designs, or crazy sets. Just an empty room, with a gun on a pillar with a red velvet cushion beneath it.

“The rules are simple; three survivors are required for the game to be complete. Kill off one remaining member of the group, using the gun provided. The gun has 3 bullets however, use it wisely. You have 10 minutes. If all members remain after the timer is up, all will be eliminated.”

As soon as the voice finishes, a timer appears beginning to count down. Everyone froze, nobody knew who was going to go first, and grab the gun. Neither did they know who’d be killed off. It was already clear to Gi-Hun that there was a disadvantage. You were sided with Sang-Woo as his fiancée, and Gi-Hun overheard your conversation with Saebyeok. So, at the very least there was an alliance there.

Sang-Woo was the first to walk towards the gun, then Gi-Hun both you and Saebyeok were frozen in your place having no idea what the fuck to do.

Sang-Woo was able to grab the gun off of the piler, just for it to slip out of his hand. Saebyeok ran towards the direction in which the gun fell from the floor. Gi-Hun pushed her which led her to fall harshly onto the floor. Saebyeok let out a harsh groan from the fall, you ran over towards her direction to check on her. You felt like you weren’t built for this battle. You had no clue what you were going to do. “Are you alright?” You asked leaning down to her level on the floor. She looked at you in disbelief “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Go fight.” She shouted at you.

Meanwhile Sang-Woo and Gi-Hun were both struggling with tackling each other. You realized that they were fighting to put each other down, then grabbing the gun. You ran to go pick it up, then Gi-Hun released himself off of Sang-Woo and ran towards you. His hands were now on top of your own, battling for the dominance of the gun. Sang Woo ran to grab Gi-Hun off you, and Saebyeok ran to do the same. Just as when Sang-Woo was able to pull Gi-Hun off your body, Gi Huns finger was still around the trigger unintentionally rather he just wanted to have a better grip. As both Saebyeok and Sang-Woo successfully pulled Gi-hun off you, his hand slips over the trigger, and sends a bullet directly into your stomach.

Your screams were loud, if not louder than the gunshot itself. Everyone froze, in disbelief. You were crying in agony, the pain essentially being unbearable. Your body began to tremble at the inescapable pain as a hole was sliced through your organs. The gun had fell to the ground and Gi-Hun quickly began to apologize, his survival instincts override his brain, he felt nothing but guilt. Sang-Woo looked at him with nothing but blood. And he grabbed the gun off the ground.

“ASSHOLE!” he yelled, shooting the second gun aimlessly, as did Gi-Hun before, hitting Gi-Huns foot. Gi-Hun screamed aggressively falling to the ground. The gun dropped near your face and Sang-Woos hands trembled as he looks at your helpless body. Saebyeok face was covered in shock, she couldn’t believe what was going on.

“Baby… Oh my god.. Baby say something.” Sang-Woos face was teary, he couldn’t keep his eyes open to see your face as they were filled with waves of tears. He held your bleeding body tightly to his own, rocking your dying body back and forth. You took your free less weakened hand and grabbed the gun. And pulled it behind your back. Going unnoticed by San-Woo.

“Please, please just fucking speak to me.” His shaky voice cracked mid-sentence. “The game isn’t over love.” You croaked out. “There’s still 3 minutes left.”

He didn’t listen to your words despite having begged you to speak merely seconds ago.

“Baby... Y/N.. baby I love you so much. So fucking much. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. For Ali, for everything. I need you; I fuck..I can’t do this without you. We were supposed to get married- We-“

He felt something slip into his pockets and slowly let you go to see what it was; it was your engagement ring. He scrunched his hands at the sight. “No-“

“Remember earlier, when you asked if I would save you? Well, it’s my turn baby.” Your voice was disappearing as the pain consumed your body. “Take care of Saebyeok will you? Make sure Gi-Hun spends his money wisely, and please take care of the cats” you tried to be humours, yet no laughs were met.

Saebyeok was on the other side of the room due to her checking on Gi-hun, and your words were finally clicking in for her. She began running towards your direction “Y/N NO” she practically screamed.

“I love you Woo.” Sang-Woo’s brain froze as you proceeded to pull the gun to your head. Without hesitation clicking the gun, sending the bullet directly into your brain. With 30 seconds left on the clock, you were declared dead.

Saebyeok stopped in her tracks and fell to her knees, in tears. Gi-Hun face was plastered with disbelief, and Sang-Woo, was emotionless. His last 24 hours with you, was spent breaking your heart. Turning you against your own friend and arguing away your final moments together. The last moment of happiness you had together was hours before you both joined the game, when he got on his knees and asked you to be the one to spend eternity together.

Unfortunately, eternity meant 96 hours and 10 minutes.

[charnelhouse]

Also am I crazy or was Rick giving off lowkey flirt vibes when he was shirtless in that tent laughing and chatting when the squad came to rescue him. A girl could get jealous walking into that with that kind of energy he was giving while they were out mercing dudes thinking they had to save his ass.

A/N: Rick Flag x F!Reader. I didn't intend to have smut in this and then I wrote them fucking bc I have no self control. Semi-public sex. Sex against a tree. Angst. Self-loathing (ish). PTSD vibes. Mild The Suicide Squad spoilers.

Fuck.

It rolls sharp through his head the second he sees you. Fuck for a lot of reasons.

First and foremost - why the fuck are you here in a war-ravaged danger zone that nearly shredded him?

Second - fuck Amanda Waller because she definitely had her greasy fingers in this - use Rick’s heart one more time in order to get him in line.

Third - your expression looks fucking pissed.

“What are you guys doing here?” he blurts out before you inexplicably turn heel and march out of the tent.

“We - uh - we came to rescue you?” DuBois offers and it all falls into place. He reads the situation in an instant - years of training and his ugly knowledge of Waller.

She probably scared the shit out of you - told you he was imprisoned or tortured or dead.

He’s guessing you dragged yourself through the jungle to get to him. You must have fought too - judging by the blood that had been splattered across your face.

Rick bites the inside of his mouth - anchoring himself with that tiny nudge of pain.

You had found him laughing and drinking coffee and very much alive.

“Fuck,” he growls before running after you.

***

You’ve been through shit - you’re physically hard and thoroughly guarded. A gunshot - a knife wound - a snapped bone doesn’t bother you. You shrug it off - wiping blood from your neck or brow and pressing forward. Onward. Not even a misstep.

I’ve had worse. I’ve had it really bad. Doesn’t matter, right? My past is old news, Flag.

But - you’re also fragile in other ways and Rick sometimes has to handle you like he’s handling a bomb. The button blinking red and bright and ready and usually, he can defuse it, but there are also the moments that he can’t. There are moments that you go far away - your eyes smothered with some memory or sensation from your time being one of Gotham’s broken things. He can do his best - he can cradle your face and even crush your cheeks between his hands until your features squish, but you don’t answer him. You go lights out and it’s like you’re possessed by all of your old ghosts. Your lipstick like a smear of viscera across your pretty chin and your knuckles curl into claws and you either go full haywire slaughtering whoever is unlucky enough to be in your path or you just go sit in a corner and stare out at nothing and Rick thinks that the latter is worse.

This is different though - you’re just pissed and he can guess why. You don’t like feeling things - you don’t like being concerned or frightened and you had said it yourself - days ago: the only thing that scares me is losing you.

Really?

Don’t fucking smile like that. It’s already embarrassing enough.

“Baby,” he calls after you. “Hey - C’mon. Just stop.”

You’re on one though and you keep moving. Your boots are squelching through sodden mud. Your shoulders are beaded in sweat and marred by scrapes. Your hips swinging in those leather pants that are absolutely not warfare appropriate, but it’s not like he can tell you off because they just make him want to fuck the shit out of you.

He finally snatches your wrist, whirling you around and hauling you right up against the grey-white trunk of a palm. Your chest is heaving - your eyes shiny as you glare up at him. He’s got you pinned - his thigh cocked between yours and he’s still shirtless and - well there’s really one particular way he can deal with your anger.

“Flag,” you hiss - thick with frustration and emotion. “Let me go.”

“No.”

“Flag.”

He pushes his leg into you - bringing his thigh up against that hot space where your cunt lies behind your pants. He drops his head - nosing at your cheek - inhaling the salty catch of your sweat. Sometimes this works - sometimes shoving affection at you makes you go all lax and loose because you don’t know how to deal with it. You’ve known nothing about real intimacy - real touch or love and yeah - he’ll admit it - he loves you - he is in love with your crazy ass head and your bizarre behavior and your ability to snap a guy’s neck with your bare hands.

There had been June, but that had been different. A strange sense of protectiveness that he had thought meant more than it did and really he hadn’t understood the real thing. He hadn’t understood until Waller had forced you on his team - kicking and screaming and so fucking out of it and it had taken a day for him to realize that he wanted you - a week to realize that it went beyond that.

God - he was fucking easy. He was so easy and he was so willing to care for you when it counted.

I'm so fucked up, Rick. I've - I've done really really bad things.

I know.

Don't waste your time.

It's my decision.

It's not going to be nice - easy. None of that. My head is on all twisted. I don’t…I’m not good.

You're worth it.

He lifts his thigh higher - grinding up just a bit - and something soft and ragged spills out of you - your fingers fly to his shoulders - thumbs digging into his flesh. He presses his mouth to your jaw before he slides it gently over yours - his tongue teasing the seam of your lips.

“Came to rescue me, huh?”

You flinch. Shit. Wrong move.

You go cold and turn your face away from him. “Don’t do that,” he coaxes. “Please.”

“I thought you were dead,” you exhale - blinking rapidly as you sniff a few times. Fuck if you start crying he’ll be done.

“Well - I’m not.”

“Obviously.”

He grips your chin and forces your gaze back to his. “What’s wrong?”

He knows though. He knows you better than you know yourself.

“I don’t like - I didn’t like it,” Your body shudders and he holds you tighter to him. “Waller said you were - you were being tortured or something - maybe dead - and I couldn’t - fuck - it felt like I couldn’t breathe.” You scrub a hand over your face - smearing lipstick and dried blood and fallen eyeliner. A near-garish clown mask - a blurred-edged replica of Harley. “Then I saw you and you were safe and I realized how scared I was and how much it fucking sucks to feel that, but how you were also okay and - I don’t know - it was just a lot.”

“I’m still grateful you came.” He wouldn’t bring up the murdered rebels. He could place that shit on Peacemaker.

He’s also not entirely sure you’d care.

You weren’t evil, but you also weren’t all that kind or empathetic. If someone - namely Waller or even himself - tells you to shoot someone, you do it. Not a question. Just orders.

You relax slightly. “I’m trying, Flag. I’m really trying to - to be this person for you and it’s really shitty sometimes.”

You seem lost - almost child-like as your forehead wrinkles. It’s endearing - you navigating these emotions - these alien feelings. He frowns, before palming your cheek.

“You don’t have to. I don’t need you to be anything for me. I fell for you, yeah? The girl who beheaded that mobster with dental floss.”

Your mouth quirks.

“She’s not great at…” You gesture between them. “…this.”

“What’s this?”

You roll your eyes. “This relationship.”

“We’re in a relationship?”

Your lips part - your expression twisting into something utterly offended. You smack him hard across the chest and he tries to ignore the fact that it makes his cock twitch.

“I’m kidding,” he laughs.

“Jerk,” you reply, but you’ve gone sweeter - less shadowed and less withered with the tangle of your old hurts.

There’s silence. The muddled rustle of foliage- the salt-tang of the ocean from the west - the breeze that slices through all the dense humidity. He stares at you and you meet it in kind. It’s packed with unsaid things. Intense. Too much. He’s so fucked.

You glance down between them - suddenly aware of their positioning. You roll your hips against his pelvis and he jerks - sliding his hands to your ass. “We could...” you trail off.

“We could...,” he parrots because he’s irresponsible and he’s forgotten himself and he really doesn’t give a shit about Waller and her goals. He could take ten minutes - fifteen. It gets all fuzzy when it comes to you.

“Real fast,” you tease as he flicks the button on those ridiculously tight pants. He turns you around - burying you into the tree trunk - his jaw grazing your temple as he slips his fingers past your underwear and curls them inside you.

Wet. Soaked. Fever-hot.

Your walls clench around his knuckles and he groans. He’s using his other hand to stroke himself off - guiding his cock beneath your ass as he pushes and presses and dips his hips in order to sink inside the perfect ache of your pussy. You reach behind you to fist at his hair and it’s all a bit awkward as he tries to curve himself around you due to his height. He bites your throat and makes you writhe and shudder and he traces the seam of your sex before thumbing at your clit and it’s easy - it’s quick and he’s good at fucking you because it’s all he ever thinks about - strategizes and dreams of. He’d been thinking about it right before they dropped from the helicopter to the shore - can’t wait to be back - slipping my tongue into her - making her cry with pleasure and shake with torn relief and flip her around and drive himself deep until all she knows is him and then the ocean had slammed up into his face and the world had burst into flames but still - in the back of his head - he’d thought about it.

“Rick,” you gasp as his hips snap against the curve of your ass - as his cock punches up against the most nerve-threaded patch of tissue inside your cunt. His chest is flush to your back and his nipples graze across the leather of your top and you claw at his scalp and spasm around him as he thrusts into you over and over again. “Fuck,” you sob as he plucks your clit roughly enough that it makes you cum - pussy fully constricting around his length and shoving him right off his own climb, forcing him to fill you up with threads of built-up spend.

You whimper again - shaking like something vulnerable and meek as pleasure douses your system. Less guarded. Soft. Your grip on him is desperate.

He could say a lot of things - he could tell you he loves you.

He doesn’t. He just wraps his arms around your waist as you rest your cheek against the bark of the palm tree. He peppers kisses to your shoulder - nuzzling into your warm skin - covering the bruises and scrapes you'd taken for him. The others will come soon - looking for them. Rick wishes it could wait.

[venomous--fics]

Requested by anon: Hi, can you write Eddie Brock x reader when she gives him the silent treatment after a fight, please?

A/N: I think I had a bit too much fun writing Eddie in this. thank you so much for your request! If you have anymore, feel free to drop them in the inbox! Also, sorry if it seems a bit short!  and lame. <3

If you were being honest, the fight wasn’t that bad. It’s just that Eddie was being such a jackass and not listening to anything you had to say, so, you decided to just say nothing at all. He didn’t notice at first as he had stormed into the bathroom to take a shower and hopefully relax. 

You, on the other hand, had decided to just go to the living room, plop down onto the couch, and turn on some shitty tv show. Just your luck, it was some stupid game show. Normally you and Eddie would try to answer the questions right, more often than not, you were right. Sometimes Venom would get involved, and then mope when he couldn’t get the stupid human answers right. It was honestly adorable, seeing as he did try his best to impress both you and Eddie.

You tried to just enjoy the show, but of course, Eddie had to finish his shower rather quickly and soon he was sitting on the other end of the couch. He tried to make small talk, seeing as it was always easier for him to apologize after he’s made you chuckle a few times.

You rolled your eyes at him and started flipping through the channels. Movie, movie, show, movie, oh that looks interesting, movie, show, show- Nothing seemed to grab your attention, so you dropped the remote next to Eddie and grabbed your book off the table and flipped it open. You weren’t going to read, you were just going to look like it, so maybe Eddie would notice.

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Anon requested: Can you write something where venom is jealous/sad that girlfriend likes or seems like she likes Eddie more when she first starts dating them?

A/n: Day 10!! 21 days to go! Hope you are all enjoying this so far! I know I am!

Each and every day seemed to annoy the symbiote more and more. What? Wasn't he worthy of a little affection? Why does Eddie get it all. Venom is the one that actually takes care of the bad guys and the crime and the mischief. Why doesn't he get a little attention.

Here you were, doting on Eddie again. Curled up in his lap, watching a movie with him. You know what, it's a little ridiculous. Instead of feeling bad for himself any longer, Venom decided to take care of the problem.

Eddie was laughing at something you said when Venom took the opportunity to take over his arm. You sat up a little straighter as Eddie looked at his arm, "What is it, V?"

"It's my turn to hold their hand."

Venom's hand engulfed both of yours. They were so much bigger than Eddie's, which shouldn't have surprised you much, but you don't see Venom as often as you'd like to.

"Oh!" You said, "Sure! You can hold my hand!"

"What, are you jealous or something." Eddie said flatly.

When he didn't get an answer, Eddie smirked, "Oh, so you are."

The symbiote was incapable of lying, so there was no way to weasel out of this. Venom sulked for a minute that Eddie had called him out so bluntly.

"Yes, I am jealous." The alien seemed to spit out, "It's not fair that you get all the attention. I want to hold their hand and I want to kiss them too. I know I'm gross to look at-"

"You're not gross," You said, "I think you're just as handsome as Eddie. I just wasn't sure if you really, really wanted to be smothered like that."

Again, Venom seemed to mull it over.

"I do. It seems to make Eddie feel nice, and I want that too. I feel....... Left out."

"Oh no," You replied, "I didn't mean to do that to you. I guess I should've asked what you liked and stuff. I'm not really good when it comes to talking to other life forms."

Eddie seemed to make some space for Venom between the two of you. Venom took this as an opportunity to really steal the spotlight from Eddie. Venom wanted to make up for lost time.

"Can I show you a new trick I learned?" Venom asked.

"New trick?" Eddie asked.

"I'd love to see!" You said, "Anything that cheers you up."

Venom retracted from Eddie's arm and for a moment, Eddie thought everything was good. Venom was just going to stay where he was now.

"Meow."

You looked at the top of the couch and saw that Venom had taken the form of a small black cat. However, he did keep his signature toothy grin. Venom knew full well what he was doing. Everybody loves cats.

"Aren't I just the prettiest little kitty? Don't you just want to pay attention to me and not that stupid movie? I bet you do."

Your eyes practically lit up, "Oh my god, you look like the Cheshire cat!"

You scooped him up in your arm and began showering him with kisses and belly scratches. You had forgotten about the movie and the snacks. Venom gave Eddie a shit eating grin. Eddie huffed and rolled his eyes.

"It's my turn now Eddie. You can sit and watch."

Venom was sure he wasn't the one who had the feel jealous now. Now he was gonna make sure to rub it in Eddie's face.

"You're so cute!" You cooed, "I mean you were cute before but you're so stinkin' cute now! Look at your little ears!! Oh, and your little nose!!"

"Yes, Eddie." Venom purred, "Aren't I just adorable?"

"Oh," Eddie lovingly flicked one of his eyes, "The cutest. For sure."