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the voices... of course, I had to make this AU??!

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You’d also seen your fair share of monster porn, so you weren’t exactly unkeen on the idea of dating someone who sometimes had a monster body. It was kind of hot, actually.

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Is That A Promise? (Venom One-Shot)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Right,” Eddie replied. 

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

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

“I didn’t say anything, Eddie.” 

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

“About me shutting up?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You what?”

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

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

“Can I meet him later?” 

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

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

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

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

You looked at Eddie and clicked your tongue thoughtfully. 

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

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

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

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

“Say what?”

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

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

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

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

“Promise,” Eddie replied. 

Good.

Eddie: "It's really muggy out today"

You: "I swear to God if I go outside and all our mugs are on the lawn, I'm leaving you."

Eddie: *sips coffee from a bowl*

batman did not take a single nap that entire film. man’s surviving off one hour of sleep (from getting knocked out by the bomb), an adrenaline shot, and a crumb he found in his pocket 

Calling up the 80s ☎

he's kinda weird ngl :/

Dungeon Master Eddie Munson STRANGER THINGS (SEASON 4) Chapter One: The Hellfire Club

Ethan masturbating smut?? 😴😴

"Touch me..i need you to touch me..please." he sighed, definitely desperate. he rolled his hips against yours sighing hotly against your neck, he couldn't take it anymore. You were making out in the bedroom, this boy was getting hard just kissing you. His cock felt cramped, he just wanted to sink into you and fuck you for hours.

"So tell me, have you ever touched yourself thinking about me?" You teased him as your fingers played With his cock, through his jogging.

"Yes... yes all the time.." he confessed before closing his eyes and gritting his teeth.

"Show me." He straightened his face at you, a few unkempt strands hiding his eyes. "What?" "Touch you, in front of me." A smile formed at the corners of your lips as the boy bit his lip, his rough hand working its way to the elastic of his jogging pants, which he pulled down his thighs.

His boxers were buckled by his now stiff thick cock, his palm pressed against its tip panting as you didn't miss a beat of the show. He slowly stroked himself over the fabric before letting his cock breathe, it was bouncing a little against his chest, he grabbed it, running his thumb over the top, his tip already leaking.

"Touch yourself like you do at night thinking about me, you pervert." You teased him and the back of his head sank into the cushion as his hand moved gently back and forth around his penis, letting a wheeze come out of his mouth as the heat between your thighs intensified. His hand tightened and his movements quickened, while your name left his lips several times in a row.

you caressed your breasts lightly watching him touch himself, it was exciting to see. He thrust his hips into the air to intensify his pleasure, the sounds of the friction he was inflicting on his wet cock could be heard. Then his free hand came up to grab yours and squeeze it in his as he grunted with pleasure, you leaned down to lightly kiss his upper torso, then your tongue slid against his skin.

He ended up cumming in his hand with a long moan of pleasure, and you purred against him, leaving teeth marks and some marks on it.

"My little pervert is so cute when he jerks off." You laughed and he shook his head slightly, his cheeks a little pink. He had loved it after all, having to touch himself in front of you.

Hope u like it <3

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Eddie Munson has INCREDIBLY strong “survives off of cheap microwave dinners, gas station jerky, school fruit cups, and loose handfuls of sugary cereal” energy. Look at that dude’s face and tell me he has ever eaten a vegetable. He doesn’t know what an eggplant even looks like. Can’t cook for shit. If you say “gnocchi” he’ll say “bless you”.