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kissing eddie hc

tagging: @raceylacy @hardygal69

- kissing eddie is an experience

- because he didn’t go fast

- or slow

- he just does it right   

- when eddie kisses you, he would always cup your cheek with one hand while the other is tangled in your hair

- you’re always smiling when you’re kissing 

- sometimes you chuckle when you make out

- “babe, stop. I can’t kiss you if you don’t stop laughing!” - you

- “I’m sorry! I’m just so happy.” - eddie 

- on lazy sunday mornings, your kisses are soft and slow

- hands running up and down each other’s bodies

- a grope or two is shared 

- his hand slipping under your shirt and rubbing your tummy

- while your hand rubs his thick biceps

- typically you don’t get out of bed until well past noon

- and even when you’re out of bed, somehow, you end up on the couch cuddling and making out

- it wasn’t a wasted day since kissing eddie was an enjoyable activity  

- and when things get heated

- you bet your ass eddie kisses you roughly

- hand gripping on to your hair tightly

- your nails running down his bare back 

- moans and groans filling your apartment 

- and when eddie is very excited, venom comes out to play

- venom doesn’t kiss you, but he has his own ways of pleasing you

- he leaves the lip locking to eddie

- and when you’re both finished and spent, eddie sloppily kisses your lips

- “you taste amazing.” - eddie

- “so do you.” you’d say before snuggling closer to his body 

- eddie also loves giving you forehead kisses in the morning before going to work

- he says that it’s his promise that he will be back

- when he returns, you greet him with a forehead kiss of your own

- thanking him that he had returned to you safely 

- eddie likes to french kiss you

- he’s addicted to sucking on your tongue

- it drives him crazy

- you like those dirty mouthed kisses where there’s drool and spit everywhere

- it’s highkey your fetish 

- and so is venom’s

- if kissing was an olympic sport

- you would of won the gold medal three times

- seriously 

- you guys don’t stop kissing 

- like at all

- it was like drugs

- honestly if it weren’t the need for air, food and water

- your lips would never detach 

- and don’t get me started when eddie went through that phase of growing his beard

- it lowkey became your new fetish 

- kissing him while he had his beard made you chuckle because kissing him made you ticklish 

- but when he’s in the mood for some steamy loving, he just became this rugged beast that turned you on

- his beard helped with your stimulation somehow

- like wow how does facial hair do that

- you weren’t a jealous person

- but you honestly won’t let anyone kiss eddie’s lips

- like seriously annie how did you break up with eddie

- i get it he used you 

- but damn those lips

- anyway what’s done is done and now you’re the one kissing those full luscious lips 

oh mannn I’m loving this Kisser Eddie. It’s certainly inspiring me jijiji

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it's good to see you, dear boy

a/n: I've wanted to write this immediately after watching the movie all those months ago but never really had the chance to.

anyways, toby is my favorite spiderman and I love Otto a lot (he's like a dad to me) and I'm emotionally attached to him.

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“It didn’t work?” The man who claims that sorcery exists sighs in confused frustration as he glances down at his hands with furrowed eyebrows.

Peter isn’t sure what didn’t work exactly but casting a quick look at the sky, he doesn’t understand the floating man’s frustration. The sky isn’t purple anymore and New York doesn’t look distorted. Though, seeing as there are still three Peter Parkers and all kinds of villains around, he could see how the spell didn’t work.

Peter looks at the youngest Peter out of the three of them who looks dumbfounded but slightly relieved that the spell hadn’t worked. There’s a glimmer of hope in his eyes and his lips are threatening to break into a smile.

Soft thuds to his left forces Peter to tear his eyes off of the high schoolers and turn his head to the source of sound. A ghost sensation of tenseness prickles at his skin but Peter quickly dismisses the feeling; reminding himself that the man before him isn’t who he once was. Not anymore.

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eddie helping you with depression hc

A/N: this is strongly based off of me and my depression. 

tagging: @raceylacy 

- having lost his job and fiancée in a span of hours while also having to live a life with a weird alien parasite inside of him, eddie brock knows a depressed person when he sees one.

- you were his next door neighbor. you had moved in after the whole life foundation and carlton drake fiasco.

- you two didn’t interact much, just greeting each other whenever one of you is out smoking. which always happened to be at 9 am, 6 pm and 12 am on the dot.

- you didn’t talk a lot when the both of you smoked. you would just enjoy the silence while looking at the night life and the city lights. 

- but one night, you didn’t show up. Neither the next day. or the one after that for that matter. Three days turned into two weeks. And two weeks turned into a whole month. eddie was concerned but wasn’t really sure what to do exactly since you weren’t friends.

- however, when eddie heard the sound of glass shattering coming from next door thanks to the thin walls, eddie called out to you, “Y/N, are you ok?” he rubbed his hands in nervousness as he waited for your reply. But when he received none, he decided to do something. “That’s it, we’re going over.” eddie informed venom as he rushed out of his apartment and slammed your apartment door. checking that no one was around to witness what he was about to do, he allowed venom to consume his right half of the body so that he could break down the door.

- “Y/N, you in here?” his voice rang out through the apartment. he scanned the living room quickly only to frown at the broken picture frame. cautiously walking over towards it, he picked up and shook the remaining glass away. the picture of you and your family was crumpled up. 

- eddie found you on the bathroom floor with the water shower turned on. your hair was a mess and you smelt really bad. your face was sunken and he could tell that you haven’t been eating properly for days.

- the first thing eddie did was helping you into the tub. he’s been depressed before. and he knows during this extreme case of depression, it’s difficult to talk to people or have them talk to you. so he had to clean you up first.

- eddie washed your hair with your shampoo while venom commenting on how fascinating the human mind is. how the person in the tub is almost lifeless but their heart is beating and blood was rushing through their veins.

- once the shower was over, eddie took the cleanest looking towel and wrap it around your body before picking you up and carrying you in his arms. he then gently placed you on the bed and took another towel to dry off your hair then to comb out any knots. 

- after that, he helped dress you. venom commented on how eddie never once looked at the person’s naked body even though eddie has a liking to that person. again, eddie ignored venom and pulled up the underwear followed by the pajama pants up your leg then pulled down your shirt over your head.

- eddie was rummaging through your fridge to cook something for you to eat while you lifelessly stared at the wall in front of you. “Y/N,” eddie called out softy yet sternly, “you need to eat.” he pushed the plate of mac and cheese towards you. You simply looked down at the food before looking away. sighing, eddie reached across the table to hold your hands. “Look, I don’t know what happened and I won’t lie and say I know what you’re going through.” he had a look of vulnerability as he said his next words, “But I’ve been through it before and I know that this is hard. But Y/N, you need to eat.” and as if you were on auto pilot, you picked up the spoon and scooped up a bit of the food before putting it in your mouth, almost gagging as you swallowed.

- even after you finished eating, eddie still didn’t ask you what had happened. instead, he had spent the night over to make sure that you wouldn’t do anything rash.

- this routine went on for almost two weeks. at first, eddie did most of the work before you slowly, but surely, began doing some of the work too. it started with you showering by yourself. then cooking your own food. before finally being able to take a much needed smoke.

- and eddie was right there with you during all of it. he watched as life slowly returned in you. he watched as you returned to your old self. 

- “They hate me.” it was two weeks after eddie had found you when you spoke. eddie was confused as he asked, “who does?” you took a long drag before exhaling, “my family.” eddie didn’t say anything at the empty smile and waited for you to finish, “they found out I was lying about my degree. how I never graduated college with an honor’s degree and that everything was a lie. they fucking kicked me out.” you chocked on your words towards the end as you faced eddie. “i tried too…” you rubbed at your wrists in fear, “I wanted to jump but I was too scared of the pain.” venom muttered how eddie had a fear of height and wondered if you do to.

- that night, your relationship with eddie grew. you had spent talking till the early hours of morning. knowing every single detail about each other. you learned about how eddie was once a well known and loved reporter with a fiancée when he took things too far. he didn’t tell you about venom because he wasn’t sure about your relationship yet. eddie learned about how you had learning difficulties since you were younger. he learned about why you lied to your parents. “they’re not financially well off. they’ve done so much for me and I didn’t want them to know how much of a disappointment I was.”

- and after that night, you continued to meet during your smoking hours. 9 am, 6 pm and 12 am on the dot.

- this time, things weren’t quiet. words were shared and laughter was heard.

- eddie would often check up on you after that.

- soon, he would spend the night more.

- none of you admitted it but you both were sad whenever eddie had to leave in the morning.

- he then began leaving his clothes at your place.

- he would sometimes bring dinner.

- eddie developed a crush. a strong one.

- and so did you.

- and on one of the many nights eddie was spending at your place, well…things got intimate. 

- neither of you have felt such strong emotions in so fucking long that it actually hurts.

- when eddie tells you about venom, you didn’t actually believe him. you remembered in the back of your head that eddie has depression as well and assumed that he also dealt with hallucinations as well.

- but when he transformed half of his body into a black gooey thing with razor sharp teeth, you knew he was telling the truth. you, of course, were a bit scared at first but when you saw how the goo (venom, you learned, was his name) was protective of eddie and could be gentle, you weren’t so scared.

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