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raz-writes-the-thing · 5 months

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Sweet Like Chocolate (Venom Drabble)

Eddie/Venom x GN!Reader / requests are open

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

CW: fluff, making fun of Eddie

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WE ARE NOT A BABY.

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

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

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

I WILL ALLOW IT.

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

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

WE WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU.

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

“We’re doing that, buddy,” you reply.

YOU ARE FAR NICER THAN EDDIE. EDDIE IS MEAN.

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

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

EDDIE’S AN ASSHOLE.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re a sweet thing, V.”

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

“Like chocolate, yes?”

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

“Like chocolate.”

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ddejavvu · 5 months

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

this post is 18+, minors dni.

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

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

Venom.

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

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

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

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

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

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 3 months

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15 and 20 with Eddie Brock/Venom please!

.⋆｡At Last｡⋆.

Eddie Brock/Venom x plus size reader

A quiet weekend in the mountains with your boyfriends is just what you all needed (and totally wasn’t because you’re on the run from the law)

Warnings: reader is a bit of a brat, mentions of getting shot at and abusive parents, past murder, fluff, implied smut

Minors DNI

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Peace to Eddie Brock seemed to be an entirely foreign concept. His whole life was one shit storm after another, there had never been a moment of calm between his abusive father, his struggles in school, the endless fight between him and his bosses, the breakup with Annie, and then discovering Venom. He supposed he chased the chaos, needing that dose of adrenaline and fear in his blood to remind him that he was still alive and fighting.

But the second that you came crashing into his life (quite literally too, you hit Venom with your car), all he had known was that he could finally breathe. You pulled him from the fire countless times and this weekend was yet another one of those times.

Eddie had begun to get lazy in controlling Venom, letting him do what he pleased during nights when Eddie simply couldn’t be bothered to even wake up to go on patrol with him. And as a result of that, Venom accidentally ate the head of the leader of the most powerful gang in San Francisco so the three of you had to lay low for a while. Using the last of your savings, you bought a shitty cabin in the Rocky Mountains and settled there with your boys.

The whole day had been spent in silence but it was far from uncomfortable, for you at least. Venom and Eddie currently weren’t talking to each other though both seemed adamant that they stay close to you as the sun began to set over the mountains and the chill started to creep in through the poor insulation.

Eddie’s head rested on your chest, his thick arms wrapped around your waist as Venom had nuzzled into your neck, purring happily every time you gave him a small peck between his huge milky eyes. Your nails trailed up and down Eddie’s bare back, tracing every imperfection on his skin, slowly easing the stress from his body.

All he could hear was the steady beat of your heart beneath his ear. Eddie smiled softly, rubbing the tip of his nose between your breasts. You giggled at the feeling and dug your nails into the small pudge of fat at his hips. “What’s got you so affectionate, Brock?”

“Jus happy.” He muttered, squeezing your waist even tighter than before. Venom nodded against your skin in agreement.

He is right nibble, we are very happy.

“So you guys are finally done with the silent treatment to each other?”

“No.” No. You raised an eyebrow at your partners to which Venom chose to continue speaking. We just love you, that is all we agree on. You rolled your eyes at them.

“Are you sure you’re both not just sucking up to me because you think I’m mad about having to quit my job and go on the lam?” Venom growled at that, making the entire bed rumble with the force of it as Eddie felt his blood pressure start to rise. Yet, no part of him felt that usual tensing of his muscles or pounding in his ears that usually came with anger, just a buzzing in his veins that only appeared in your presence.

You said you weren’t mad. Venom pouted, making you coo at him.

“Aww baby, I’m not, I promise. I just like teasing you both.” The chill in the room didn’t stop Eddie from sitting up between your plump legs, the thick duvet that had been covering you both falling away. Your eyes, though they still sparkled with mischief, grew darker as you looked at the half naked man currently towering over you. He smirked when your gaze dropped to the old sweatpants that sat low on his hips.

Venom slid back into Eddie but you knew he was lurking below the surface, waiting to strike. “Do you now?” You captured your bottom lip between your teeth, barely managing to suppress a whine at the deep timbre of his voice.

“Well, I think it’s only fair. We’re in the middle of nowhere and you didn’t let me keep my phone. I have to entertain myself somehow.” Eddie’s muscles rippled as he leaned forwards, pushing your soft body into the mattress, keeping you pinned exactly where he wanted to.

We can smell her. Venom purred in Eddie’s mind. “Yeah buddy we can.” He agreed, taking in a deep breath and letting the thick scent of your arousal wash over them.

“The last time you two had a secret conversation in front of me, it led to me getting shot at.” You snapped though there was no bite in your tone. Eddie groaned under his breath and rested more of his weight onto you.

He gripped one of your thighs tight enough to bruise as he brushed his lips against the shell of your ear. “Oh you’re getting pregnant tonight. Fucking brat.” You shuddered beneath him.

“You’re all talk.” Venom snarled and a black tendril shot out from Eddie’s side, wrapping tightly around your wrists, pinning them to the bed above you.

“Try us.” Their voices moulded together and you smirked.

At last, Eddie Brock had his peace.

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mlmxreader · 3 months

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He's Always Hungry | Eddie Brock/Venom x gn!reader

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↳ ❝ Eddie Brock

9 "Why is there blood on your hands?"

53 "Of course I came, you called"

66 "You'd let me get away with murder." "I'd help you hide the body and give you an alibi. Very different things" ❞

: ̗̀➛ Venom is unpredictable, brutal, when he has to be. But he's also gentle, sweet, when he wants to be.

: ̗̀➛ blood, gore, eye torture, swearing

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The floorboards creaked loudly beneath heavy footsteps, protesting loudly with each heavy step that thumped upon the thin wood. Muffled and echoing, a phone buzzed in a hidden pocket; another missed call that made his towering frame shake its great head.

The keys clattered upon the kitchen side, white marble left with a long orange smear in the shape of a clawed hand. The air felt still and stale, as if his very presence made atoms freeze in terror. Hulking and towering, it was difficult to squeeze into the doorframe.

All was quiet, not even the noise in the walls dared to scuttle and squeak. Yet the fire crackled and cracked as it stayed bright and alive; a beacon that shone upon thick black legs that dripped with something dark and sticky.

He could not change back just yet, lugging his heavy body around until he reached the dimly lit room; he paused, almost in tender curiosity as he tilted his head to the side.

Dripping onto the fine wooden floor as he breathed easily, steadily, for once that night; the white eyes followed as he trained his focus upon whoever was sitting with their back to him, legs dangled over the side of the chair and a can of something fizzy and repugnant resting on the coffee table, dripping condensation.

He could smell it, even from his position a few steps away, that fizzy can of poison; his upper lip curled, exposing sharp and jagged yellowish teeth. A sneer, almost a snarl. Shaking his head, he took a few careful steps forward, and dropped to his knees in front of the chair with a thud.

You took immediate notice, furrowing your brows as you looked him up and down.

"Venom," you said softly. "Why is there blood on your hands?"

Venom rested his hands on his thighs, and shrugged. His voice was a deep growl, a soft thunder that crawled up your spine with deft tendrils and made you shiver. "We had to eat."

"Right," you said, nodding along. "And what did you eat, exactly?"

He closed his mouth completely, shaking his head slowly; he couldn't tell you. He couldn't tell anyone. Nobody could ever know. It wasn't that he meant to, well, he did, but he didn't think it would have been so risky.

In short images, Venom could remember it clearly. The tall man with brown hair and a bearded jaw, scars littering his face and his dark brown eyes glittering with something Venom didn't quite understand; Eddie said the tall man was a bad name by the name of Russo. Not even Frank Castle liked him.

Venom had pinned Russo against a damp, dark wall in an alley, licking his lips as he stretched his jaws wide; he didn't think his claws sunk in so deep, until he felt the blood squelch and squish on his skin as he devoured that tall man piece by piece.

Digging through the cavity in the chest to get to the heart; sticking his clawed fingers under the eyes and slowly prying them out. Biting down on them and laughing when they popped in his mouth, spraying blood and juices all over his teeth and tongue.

Venom had enjoyed every bite, every mouthful.

But when Eddie explained that Russo was very well connected, and there would undoubtedly be consequences, Venom knew that he couldn't tell you anything; the less you knew, the easier it would be to protect you.

He swallowed thickly, moving to sit with his legs crossed under his hulking body as he played with the carpet, not even bothering to look at you with those milky, pupilless, eyes.

"Venom," you pressed. "What did you do?"

"I'm here for you," Venom said softly.

"Yeah, well, I didn't expect you to come," you admitted, shaking your head.

A quick glance. "Of course I came, you called."

You glanced back, shaking your head. "You're covered in blood."

"You needed help," he pointed out.

You rolled your eyes as you shook your head again. "I'll be fine. What did you do?"

"Quid pro quo," Venom grinned. He had learned that from a film that Eddie had watched with you.

"Calm down, Hannibal the Cannibal," you growled, although there was a hint of a smile upon your lips as you moved to sit directly opposite him with your back against the chair. "I asked first."

"We ate someone," Venom murmured. "Why did you need help?"

You plucked a stray string from the carpet. "It happened again."

Slowly, he nodded. He knew what it meant, and didn't need further clarification as he cleared his throat, tilting his head to the side and dropping his voice so that it was even quieter than it had been.

A distant rumble, like shells being dropped on the trenches in No Man's Land. He stood, hunched over slightly so that he didn't hit his head on the ceiling light; slowly, he crossed over to the speaker, and switched it on. The sound of 'You're All I Need' by Motley Crue filling the room gently before he sat back down again. He grumbled, blinking slowly at you for a moment.

"You'd let me get away with murder."

"I'd help you hide the body and give you an alibi. Very different things." You chuckled, shaking your head.

"The same," Venom mused, slowly lying down with his back on the carpet, staring at you as his long, thick tongue swiped along his front row of teeth. "We love you."

"I know," you whispered, lying down next to him. "I love you both, too."

"Eddie wants to sing along," he hummed.

"I don't mind," you muttered.

"You're all I need, make you only mine, I loved you so I set you free, I had to take your life, you're all I need, you're all I need," Venom started, his voice becoming mixed and mangled with Eddie's. "And I loved you but you didn't love me. Laid out cold, now we're both alone, but killing you helped me keep you home."

"I guess it was bad, 'cause love can be sad, but we finally made the news," you joined in. "Tied up smiling, I thought you were happy, never opened your eyes, I thought you were napping, I got so much to learn bbout love in this world, but we finally made the news."

Your phone buzzed from its place beside your drink, but you couldn't bring yourself to go and check it; it was a news notification from the local papers, reporting that the police had discovered the body of Billy Russo - or what was left of him.

You looked at Venom with a beaming smile, closing your eyes as you pressed your face to the side of his neck, your hand on his gooey chest. You would stay put.

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super-marvel-dc · 23 days

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Y/N: When I was a kid, Eddie told me that the paper strip that’s in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year.

Venom: THEY ARE!

Y/N: FOR REAL?

Eddie: No! Why did you fall for it again?

Venom: I EAT THE WHOLE WRAPPER!

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val-made-a-mistake · 1 year

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Your Eddie/Venom stories are sooo good!!! ❤️Would you be open to write something with them and reader again related to Easter (e.g. Venom being very into it and constantly having bunny ears on, doing an Easter hunt hiding chocolate bunnies and eggs and V searching with a basket for them, etc.) please?

haha, i hope this is what you're looking for! thanks for your request!

warnings: nothing much, really, just fluff and venom being silly

word count: 300

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EDDIE. EDDIE. WAKE UP, EDDIE.

Eddie was woken up by a gooey black tendril repeatedly slapping him across the face: wincing, blinking rapidly, unsure why he was being woken up at the crack of dawn, he propped himself up on his elbows. “Wussdamatter?”

He looked over and saw Venom was gently tapping your face with a smaller, less sticky tendril, instead of outright slapping you.

Y/N. Y/N. WAKE UP. IT IS EASTER.

Due to Venom’s incessant tapping, you’d been forced to blink yourself awake too, but you seemed less ready to get out of bed.

“What time is it?” you responded groggily, pushing your face back into the pillow and pulling a blanket over your face.

His heart still beating hard from the less-than-expected wake up, Eddie rubbed sleep out of his eyes and glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand: the flashing neon green numbers told him it was 5:00 AM.

“V, it’s much too early,” he mumbled, sinking back into bed.

I DO NOT CARE. IT IS EASTER.

Half-asleep, you looked up and saw that Venom’s head was protruding out of Eddie’s shoulder again, almost hitting the ceiling with how energetically he was bobbing, and somehow when you’d both been sleeping, he’d found some kind of Easter bunny headband God only knew where and managed to put it on.

You had to stifle a laugh at the sight of Venom cosplaying as the Easter bunny. “V, can we postpone this to at least-“

I’VE ALREADY HIDDEN THE CHOCOLATE AND THE BASKETS, Y/N. GET UP.

Eddie’s hand sunk under the covers and found your hand: wrapping his hand in yours, he squeezed it briefly, sending exactly the signal it needed to.

Get up for his sake, okay?

“Fine, V,” you mumbled after a second. “Fine - give me a few seconds…”

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bcyhoods · 10 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

“With or without the clothes?” You tease.

“Both. Definitely both.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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symbiotic-slime · 1 year

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Breakfast

Pairing: Eddie Brock/Venom/GN!Reader (AFAB)

Content: NSFW, established relationship, porn without plot, degradation, praise, oral sex (both f and m receiving), come eating, tentacle bondage, mild pet play? mostly just the use of “pet” as a pet name, monster sex

Word Count: 2.2K

Mature Audiences ONLY

"Good morning, Eddie," you said as you opened the bedroom door. You could hear the clanging in the kitchen that definitely meant him or Venom were cooking.

Eddie stood in the kitchen, facing the countertop near the wall. He looked up from the batter he was mixing. His eyes were completely white; his smile filled with too sharp teeth.

"Good morning, morsel."

You smiled as you walked over to them, pressing a kiss to their cheek. "Good morning to you too, Ven."

They purred and pulled you in for a proper kiss. It was soft and tender, their teeth gently gently grazing against your bottom lip. Their tongue slipped into your mouth, and you began to lean into it until your mind caught up with what was happening.

It was Venom piloting Eddie's body, and it felt almost wrong. Did Eddie know what was happening? Was he fine with this?

You pushed them away softly, your heads resting on their chest.

A low whine came out of their throat; making it clear that they craved closeness.

"Is Eddie awake, dear?"

"No, but he doesn't mind us using his body." They paused. "Usually."

You let out a small laugh. "I'm sure he won't mind you using his body to cook breakfast for us. I just... I don't think we shouldn't do anything intimate if I until we both know he's fine with it."

Their face lit up, eyes widening, and you immediately knew what they were planning to do.

You sighed. "Love, as much as I want to make out with you, please don't wake Eddie up so we can do it right now."

Their growl was small, cute rather than threatening. "You know us too well."

"It's the weekend, he deserves to rest." You wiggled free from their grasp. Your body still yearned for them, the kissing having done something to your libido. "Just finish making breakfast, dear. There's plenty of time for fun later."

"It's not our fault you're so irresistible, morsel," they purred. Venom turned back to the mixer. Their movements were slightly jerky, they hadn't quite mastered piloting a human body.

The thought of them piloting your body, having total control over you and keeping you still as they did whatever they wanted to you, flashed through your mind. Your cheeks burned as heat coiled in your gut.

Goddamn it, you thought to yourself. Keep it together, [Y/N].

A tendril grew from their back, reaching into the cupboard beside them to grab some spices without moving.

And of course that didn't help the thoughts.

Thoughts of their tendrils wrapping around you, caressing every curve of your body. Thoughts of them playing with you, stringing you out in ecstasy as you writhe in pleasure.

Venom must've sensed your arousal, because they turned towards you and smirked. "What's wrong, [Y/N]? Working yourself up?"

Goddamn it, their voice was going to send you over the edge. You forced yourself to steady your breathing before replying, "Shut it, darling."

They turned the element off and walked towards you. Their arms wrapped around you from behind; their fangs scraping against the sensitive skin on your neck.

"We cannot wait until Eddie is awake, morsel," they purred sensually. "We're going to have so much fun with you. Our perfect little pet."

A needy whimper left your mouth before you could stop it. Your hand flew over your mouth as you forced yourself to think of anything other than their breath on your neck, the promise in their words.

You had to put your foot down before things went farther. "Venom. We had a deal. Nothing until we know he's fine with it."

They batted their (or was it Eddie's?) eyelashes. "Why, we haven't even done anything, love," they said, feigning innocence. "We're just talking about what could happen."

"Just... let's eat breakfast and figure the rest of this from there."

They reluctantly let go of you, letting you walk over to the cabinets.

Venom was, apparently, determined to drive you to your breaking point. They stared at your ass as you walked away. "We can think of something we'd much rather be eating."

There was another flash of heat in your abdomen. "Venom!" you said exasperatedly.

You reached for the cabinet handle, pulling it open. The plates clanged as you put the down on the counter below.

"You're adorable when you're mad, darling."

"And you're a pain in the ass sometimes," you replied, your voice lacking any true malice.

They opened their mouth to reply before promptly closing it. You watched as they sat in silence for a moment before their opalescent eyes faded into Eddie's sapphire ones. Their fangs shrank, becoming normal human teeth once more.

"Good mornin', babe," Eddie said, a dopey smile on his face. He stretched, a soft crack came from his spine.

"Morning to you too, Eddie," you replied. "Sleep well?"

"Mm, very. Wish I'd been up sooner though." He winked at you.

"What?" Your face grew hot again. "Did Ven tell you about—"

"Of course, [Y/N]. It's impossible to keep secrets from each other when you share the same brain."

You ducked your head, unable to look at him. You heard his footsteps grow louder as he walked towards you, holding you in the same way Venom had earlier.

"You look so pretty when you're flustered," he purred into your ear, the stubble of his beard scraping against the side of your neck.

"I didn't realize you liked the idea of being our pet," he whispered. “Maybe we should buy you a collar next time we're out." Eddie traced his fingers over your neck, nails gently scratching the skin. "That way everyone can see that you are ours."

You couldn't take it anymore. You shoved yourself out of your chair and dragged him in for a kiss.

It was passionate, driven by an almost primal need for him. For them. You grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He moaned and wrapped his arms around you in response.

We broke apart, both gasping for air.

"Bedroom," he said. "Now."

Your brain was still trying to understand the command when he grabbed your shirt. He tugged it like it was a leash, leading you down the hallway into the bedroom.

"What do you want, pet?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

The nickname sent a wave of heat through your body. You tried to speak, but no words came out. All you could do was whine and hope they understood you.

"Aww, are you too dumb to speak?"

You stared at him, unable to form words.

Eddie grinned. "I guess we'll have to decide for you," he purred. "We want you on your knees."

This floaty feeling was filtering in, and you felt compelled to obey. You dropped to your knees instantly, staring up at him through your lashes.

"Good pet," he praised, sending a shiver down your spine. He brought his hand down to cup your face. "We want you to suck our cock. Is that okay?"

You nodded enthusiastically, eager to please them. You reached up and tugged his grey sweatpants and underwear down, freeing his hard, flushed cock.

You licked the tip, dragging your tongue across the slit. He tasted like salt and sweat. He cursed, hands clenching at his sides. You looked up at Eddie and saw his head tilted back, taking that as a sign to do what you wanted.

You licked it from root to tip, relishing in the low, primal growl he made. You took his cock into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking.

"God, fuck— that feels so good, babe," he groaned, his hands grabbing fistfuls of your hair and pulling you further onto his dick.

You moaned around it, absolutely loving the feeling of being controlled. Eddie's fingers turned into dulled claws as he moaned again, his grip tightening.

You slid off of his dick, allowing yourself to breathe before taking the tip into your mouth. You wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, twisting your wrist in time with your tongue.

Eddie was so vocal, so responsive, that it was easy to find the right rhythm. Easy to figure out what he liked best.

"Oh— holy shit," he panted. "We're not gonna last if you keep doing that."

You were so painfully turned on by the fact that you were pleasing them. That you were serving them and that they were enjoying it.

You bobbed your head and sucked harder, desperate to make them come.

"Babe," he groaned. "We're gonna—"

You let out a low moan and took his whole cock into your mouth again. Your dragged your tongue along the prominent, sensitive vein and sent him over the edge.

His claws pressed against your scalp as he came, grabbing fistfuls of your hair. You moaned as he came into your mouth, leaving a salty taste on your tongue. You looked at him as you swallowed, relishing in the expression on his face.

He smiled, putting his hand under your chin and tilting your head up. "God, you did so well, pet," he murmured. "We think you deserve a treat. Would you like that?"

"Yes," you sighed, your head fuzzy.

"Get on the bed."

You rushed onto the bed, kneeling on top of the sheets. You looked him in his eyes, waiting for the next command.

Eddie paused, tilting his head as if he was listening to someone. "V wants to be the one to give it to you. Is that okay with you, sweetheart?"

You nodded enthusiastically.

Black tar slowly bubbled up from underneath his skin. Tendrils wrapped around Eddie, consuming him. They crawled over his face, his eyes whitening and teeth sharpening as Venom took over. Their tongue flicked out of their mouth, scenting the air.

"You smell absolutely divine, pet."

Venom stood in front you and gently pushed your chest to ease you onto your back with your legs dangling off the bed. They pulled you closer, purring as they did so.

Their claws traced down your sides, tearing into the fabric of your jeans. "Don't worry, morsel, we'll buy you a new pair," they as as the fabric fell off of your body, leaving you exposed.

They knelt at the end of the bed. They grabbed your legs and pulled you closer, throwing your legs over their shoulders.

Tendrils emerged from their back, snaking across your skin. They wrapped around you wrists, pinning you to the bed.

You bucked your hips towards them, desperate for any kind of friction.

"Such an eager little slut for us, aren't you?" Venom purred, their voice sending shivers down your spine.

Their tongue delved into your folds, licking from entrance to clit. It circled your clit, drawing a loud, obscene moan from you.

“Venom,” you whined.

Their tongue circled your clit once more before drawing back. They growled before plunging it inside of you.

You bit your lip to stifle a scream as their tongue writhed inside of you. They began gently thrusting into your pussy, their tongue quickly finding your sweet spot.

“Fuck, Venom,” you whimpered. “I’m gonna come.”

They brought their hand away from your side, tracing their claws gently down your stomach before finding your clit. They rubbed it in time with the thrusts of their tongue, the pleasure rocketing through your body.

You cried out as you came. Your cunt tightened around their tongue, which was still thrusting inside of you, as wetness flowed out of you and onto their face and tongue.

Venom purred as they pulled their tongue out of you. They dragged it over their face, licking your cum off of their face.

“You taste delicious, morsel,” they purred.

You panted, trying to catch your breath. You felt their tendrils loosen their grip on your wrists, allowing you to move.

You pushed yourself off of them and flopped properly onto the bed. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Venom retreat back into Eddie, leaving your human partner to come and lay down next to you.

"Was that okay, [Y/N]?" Eddie asked.

"More than okay, loves," you smiled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

He purred like a cat, the way he always did when Venom was still partially in control. Eddie put his arm around you, pulling you closer.

“We love you so much, darling,” he smiled.

“I love you both too,” you replied. “So much.”

We both fell into silence, your eyes fluttering closed as you laid on his chest again. He sighed happily, bringing his arm back up to hold you.

"Shouldn't we be getting up to eat breakfast before it's ice cold?" You asked.

He huffed, not moving in the slightest.

"Eddie."

"I mean, we both did just eat," he joked.

"Babe," you said, trying to keep a straight face. It wasn't very straight. "You know that's not what I meant."

"We can just make something later," he yawned. "Or go out. We're too tired to move, sweetheart."

"Fair enough.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you relaxed into him. Their breathing lulled you to sleep, a smile still on your face.

#venom x reader #eddie brock x reader #venom #eddie brock #venom movie #venom symbiote #tw monsterfucking #monster lover #venom fanfiction #venom x y/n #eddie brock x y/n

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ghostheartfelt · 10 months

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*:･｡☆ warnings: attempts at sexual assault/rape, gore and violence, blood and mentions of broken bones, undertones of domestic violence/relationship, descriptions of drowning. if i missed any let me know!

〔☆〕 desc: reader sort of gets jumped in an alleyway after work and it leads to her first encounter/interaction with venom! also, you guys are in a relationship with an asshole, but you’ll get rescued from that as well eventually <3 sorry! with fluff and love comes angst and brutality.

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word count — 2.2k

a/n: hi! i hope you guys enjoy this next part where we sort of get more in depth with the reader’s situation n such. i’m considering adding a tag list once this gets more popular:) but i also just want to get together and make a better layout 😭</3 anyways—requests for one shots and short series are open!

Six o’clock; you were burnt out and more than ready to go home.

All your belongings were together and you waved your boss, Richie, goodbye as you walked out the doors of the café.

You had some time to stop at Mrs. Chen’s for an ice cream and teabags - you adored the idea of slipping into a warm bath with candles surrounding you as you sipped hot tea.

Normally, you would’ve drove home, but you had your car in the shop for repairs and you couldn’t pick it up at the moment.

Not that you didn’t enjoy walking; but waking up an hour earlier than you’re used to was something that bothered you since you still had to do your makeup and pack your lunch, then leave at least forty-five minutes earlier than you would with your car just to assure you’ll make it in time for your shift.

You adjusted your bag on your shoulder and walked across the street - you could easily take a shortcut through a nearby alleyway.

It didn’t sound too safe to you, but your ankles were killing you and the nearest bus stop was still under construction from being totaled during the last run-in with that black monster with the bright white eyes.

You were at home watching the chase occur on T.V, your hair messy from barely just waking up as you stuffed your face with Corn Flakes.

It was incredible; the monster had picked up two parked cars—while riding on top of a city bus—like they were nothing, and threw them at six men riding motorcycles, shooting out tendrils from it’s body to climb buildings and fling itself from one to another at incredible speed.

Four of the men were hit by one of the cars, two of them coming into collision with the bus stop along with the car.

Never have you seen something along the lines.

You paused in your steps as you made it halfway through the agonizing tunnel, an uncomfortable feeling causing the hairs on the nape of your neck to rise.

For a few moments, your eyes scanned the area, then you took a few more steps forward before you quickened your pace.

Something or someone was on your trail and you just hoped they would eventually go away - you didn’t have a lot of money to spare.

It felt as if the alleyway walls were closing on you, your heartbeat pounding in your ears as your breath grew rapidly, feeling like tidal waves in your throat.

You felt your arm clutch your handbag as the back of your shirt was yanked, digging into the skin of your neck, tears stung in your eyes and you let out a croak.

A hand met your throat, leaning your head back aggressively as another searched the pocket of your dirty slack pants.

“What d’ya have to offer me, sweet thing?” a groggy and disgusting voice purred against the shell of your ear, breathing into it deeply.

A coin or two rolled out of your pants, causing you to flinch.

“Let me go,” you hissed, squeezing back tears from waterfalling down your cheeks.

“I could take you on right here right now,” he chuckled, gripping your waist over your shirt, you instinctively raised on your tippy toes as panic drew from your body.

“Don’t you goddamn touch me,”

His hand lowered to rub at your lower abdomen, ghosting your belly button.

“Stop!” you squealed and wiggled in his arms as he dug his uncut fingernails into your hips; it stung and definitely would cause bruising, which was something you didn’t know you’d be able to explain to your boyfriend.

You flung your head back and he stumbled backwards, so you took your chance to flee; his hand gripped your hair and you immediately reacted by letting out a painful cry.

“Let go, let go,” you pleaded, gasping as he tugged harder. You kicked your legs.

Your face slammed to the floor after you landed on your ankle and you screamed right then and there - a harrowing pain shot down to your ankle.

Tears streamed down your face as he pulled you by that same ankle, you choked out a tortured moan and turned on your back to thrash at anything that tried to get near you.

As you suddenly felt his grip release your body, you curled into a ball and wailed into your knees, your left eye throbbed as bruising slowly formed under your meek skin.

You flinched as you heard the male scream, causing your entire figure to tremble, your lip was swollen from biting down on it.

Sounds of squelching, muscles tearing and wet bones popping - you flinched against the floor as you felt a rich liquid splatter against your face. You felt you might vomit.

A sickening crunch caused you to let out a sharp whimper; then again, again, again…

Just when you thought it was over, a dismembered arm fell beside you, facing you, and you let out a croaked shriek, immediately jerking your body away, watching a black…arm? Sweep it up, the same gory sounds filling your ears once again.

Slowly, you adjusted to the sound; limp against the floor, scared that any move you made would cause you to be pinned to the floor with a searing sharpness plunged through your chest.

You halted your breathing as you were slowly lifted from the floor.

“MORSEL,” a cavernous voice that sounded like the darkness itself purred close to your ear. “WE WILL NOT HURT YOU.”

You felt something snake around your injured ankle, securing it in place so it wouldn’t dangle.

Everything felt hazy; head pounding, ankle burning and swelling, your heart booming with fear.

It didn’t take long for you to pass out in your rescuers arms - large, huge, muscled arms.

…

When you awoke, you were hooked up to an IV bag dressed in a thin blue hospital gown with the room spinning in your vision.

“Hello?” you croaked as you wriggled, immediately gaining a smack of pain in the back of your head.

“You’re awake,” a woman’s soothing voice caught your attention. “Don’t try to move so much, you suffered a concussion.”

“Where am I—how long have I been asleep?” Finally, you found her face - a young nurse with thick brunette locks cradling her face. She’s holding a tray of food; chocolate pudding, salisbury steak, mashed potatoes with gravy, and thickly sliced carrots, topped off with a grape sugar-free juice box.

“The hospital, dear - about three days,” she placed the tray on your lap, which you took with both hands. “It’s Tuesday.”

“I have work tomorrow, I can’t stay, I need to go,” you try to sit yourself up further, though she pressed a hand on your shoulder and pushed you down gently.

“We will have you checked out this evening - can you tell me why you’re here?”

Your eyes locked with hers, then at the tan tray.

“I don’t remember,”

“That’s alright, do you remember the man that brought you in?”

A man? You didn’t remember a man taking you in; however, you vividly remembered the one who had hurt you.

“Is he here?”

She shook her head, then grabbed a styrofoam cup, you grabbed it from her as she held it out and took a large sip.

It drowned your dry gullet in the cold liquid and it felt heavenly - never have you ever had such difficulty swallowing.

She took it back from you after you closed your eyes, leaning back in the adjustable bed.

“The doctor is going to come in for a small little check-in to make sure you haven't suffered from any amnesia - there’s a small button on the right side of your bed you can press if anything is needed, okay?” She removed her gloves and threw them in the trash bin, pulling out a second pair.

“Thank you,” you hum.

“You should be free to go if there are not any more issues; but, please try to eat,” she left the room after giving you a pleading smile, her eyebrows pinched together worryingly.

You didn’t have an appetite for someone who hasn't eaten in three days, but you took a small nibble out of the salisbury steak in pity.

Immediate regret coursed through you as you spat it out in a napkin.

Hospital food was definitely something you didn’t feel like eating for the first time in that small span.

Perhaps some Thai food, or some simple fruit. A thick ribeye.

You gasped.

Your boyfriend; he must be confused as to why you haven’t been home the past few days.

Even if it was a nice escape from him, you knew you wouldn’t hear the end of it when you got back. Where was your phone? Your belongings?

You had your credit card in your purse. Panic swarmed through your chest at full speed.

Two nurses rushed in at the sound of your heart monitor screaming from the adrenaline racing through you, causing your muscles to tense up.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” one nurse slid to your side and held your wrist reassuringly, the other stood back by the door in case she was to be ordered to request more assistance.

“My things, where—“ you breathed in heavily, then breathed out in an attempt to soothe yourself.

“Your bag is on the floor under the bed, everything was retrieved and nothing was stolen; the man who brought you in made sure of that.”

That was enough for you to relax, your breathing slowed which allowed the nurse to step away and for you to lean back.

“Phone, please,” you gave the ravenette a tiresome smile.

She bent down and grabbed it from your bag, then set it on the bed on top of your lap.

“Thank you, I’m sorry,” you glanced over at the other nurse.

“It’s our job, sweetheart,” she began walking towards the door, following her out the door.

You picked your phone up and scrolled through your missed calls, a whopping number sixteen above your significant other’s name.

It rang twice before he answered.

“Where the hell have you been? Where are you?” his voice was angry, pure rage in his voice.

“Vince—“ you blurted.

“No, don’t fucking say my name—I want you home, now.”

“I’m at the hospital, Vincent, I have to wait to be dismissed—“ you frowned.

“Hospital—what?” he scoffed. “Three fucking days?”

No concern was found in his voice, leaving you baffled.

“You’re shitting me,” he hung up the phone, which you somewhat considered a relief.

Your eyes narrowed as a man entered the room with a clipboard in his hand, his eyes dragging to yours with nothing but kindness. He calls your name in confirmation, you nod.

“Okay, so there are no other complications regarding your health or physical condition. You just are recovering from a minor concussion and a sprained ankle which we’ve treated with R.I.C.E. It’s now in a brace, and I’ve collected your prescription.” He pauses a moment, handing the orange bottle out to you, which you grab.

“One half of the pill in the morning, the other before bed. It will help reduce pain and swelling, however, making sure to also keep your ankle elevated above your heart as much as possible is crucial to your recovery. Any questions?” The doctor says everything in the simplest manner, allowing you to understand the circumstances.

“I have to return to work tomorrow, do you know if that would be okay?” You purse your lips. He lets out a small hum.

“It’s a possibility, but if you plan to be maneuvering around a lot, we prefer you stay home with the certification of injury. If not possible though, stay on crutches to avoid pressure on your ankle.” His lips curl into a polite smile, which you return.

“Will do, doc. Thank you.” You say gently as you lift your body up slightly.

One nurse comes in and detaches the sling holding your ankle up, setting your leg down with care. Another comes in with a wheelchair, and he stops it at the left side of your bed.

Carefully, you’re hoisted up by the arms of the nurses, and settled down onto the wheelchair.

You’re pushed outside of your room and down the hallway until your sat in front of the reception desk grabbing a clipboard.

Pinned to it, a “patient feedback form” and a pen clasped under the clip.

It doesn’t take you very long to fill it out, and once you do, you hand it back to the nurse at the handling desk, who offers you a small thank you before she picks the phone back up to answer calls.

You’re guided towards the exit, the doors automatically sliding open as you pass the weapon detectors.

Outside, Vincent’s Ford Bronco sits waiting for you. Somehow you can’t find comfort in seeing the side of his face through the passenger seat window.

You feel as if you were bracing yourself for the worst as you watch his eyes lock with yours.

You feel as if you were at the bottom of an open lake feeling water pressure against your esophagus and every ounce of air stored left in you disintegrate as you hear his truck door slam.

You feel as if there were pins and needles below you on an open platform as he walks towards you, hands in the pocket of his tattered old green flannel.

You feel a dry thickness in the back of your throat as his hands grip the hand rests of your wheelchair and push you towards his slate blue car.

#venom symbiote #eddie brock x y/n #eddie brock x venom x you #eddie brock x reader #venom x reader #eddie brock x venom x reader #ghostheartfelt writing #ghostheartfelt #marvel x reader

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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Yandere Eddie Brock is keeping your photos.

Venom : A beautiful lady. You made a lucky choice this time.

Eddie : It's not what you think.

Venom : Don't be a whiny. Don't let anyone get it.

Eddie : Never. It's mine.

Venom : Ours. 😈

#yandere eddie brock #yandere eddie brock x reader #yandere venom #yandere venom x reader #yandere marvel #yandere spiderman characters #eddie brock x y/n

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geeky-politics-46 · 16 days

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Eddie & Venom? H and V?

This is my first ask for Eddie & Venom. I'm so excited!

H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?)

Eddie isn't huge on humiliation except for calling you a little slut or his little whore. He loves the idea that you turn into a cock hungry vixen just for him and likes to tease you about how needy and desperate you get. He's a very verbal guy and loves how you keen at being called a slut. Venom got mad at him for calling you this at first until you explained to him how much Eddie degrading you a little bit turned you on. Now he encourages Eddie to call you that, even urging him to start whispering filth to you when you are out together knowing it gets you going.

Venom never wants to humiliate you. You are the most precious little human and he's absolutely smitten with you. When it's his turn with you he has no problem throwing some humiliation in Eddie's direction, though. Saying how much better equipped he is to pleasure you compared to Eddie. How Eddie could never manage to get you to cum in the same ways he can. Occasionally this gets to Eddie and you have to convince him that even though he may not make you cum in the same ways as Venom, he makes you cum in ways Venom can't. Venom always grumbles at that. You always tell them they both keep you incredibly satisfied

V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?)

Eddie had no idea he was a fan of watching before Venom. He always thought he was too posessive for that. Maybe it's because Venom is kind of like an extension of himself, but he loves watching Venom tease you with his tongue and his tendrils/fingers. Watching you writhe and moan as the symbiote slides all over your naked body turns him on a lot. In fact if you are in the mood and initiate sex, Eddie will usually let Venom start so he can watch you cum before he has his turn with you. He loves talking to you while Venom pleasures you. Telling you how much seeing you spread out and completely at their mercy turns him on. Asking if you have any idea how hard it gets him when you arch your back like that and Venom curls around you completely. He wants you to tell him how good it feels and maybe even beg for him to join in.

Venom is less a fan of watching, but is much better behaved now that him and Eddie have worked out a deal that each of them gets their turn with you. Venom knows if he doesn't interrupt Eddie when he's fucking you, he'll get his turn much faster. Before that Venom had a habit of backseat driving or providing color commentary while Eddie was trying to concentrate on you. He will occasionally tell Eddie that you seemed to really like something if he misses a cue or help steer him in the right direction if Eddie is having a harder time making you cum.

Both of them are very big fans of you sending naughty pics or videos. Eddie likes the idea of you making a sex tape, but he has told Venom he can't be in it just in case it were to leak. The world didn't need to find out about Venom through a sex tape. Venom pouted about this until you made him a deal that he could help direct it. Both Eddie and Venom also love when you go out without panties. Venom will absolutely sneak peeks under the table and may even go in for a taste if he's feeling like he isn't getting enough attention.

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raz-writes-the-thing · 5 months

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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)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Right,” Eddie replied.

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

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

“I didn’t say anything, Eddie.”

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

“About me shutting up?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You what?”

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

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

“Can I meet him later?”

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

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

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

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

You looked at Eddie and clicked your tongue thoughtfully.

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

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

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

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

“Say what?”

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

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

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

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

“Promise,” Eddie replied.

Good.

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ddejavvu · 11 months

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

This post is 18+, minors dni.

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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castlecult · 1 year

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𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 : 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing : eddie brock x fem!reader

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

event : kinktober 2022

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mlmxreader · 5 months

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Stay The Night | Eddie Brock x gn!reader (🍋)

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↳ ❝ Could I request “Was there a reason you texted me SOS at three in the morning?” with Eddie Brock please? ❞

: ̗̀➛ There's an emergency, and you desperately need Eddie's help.

: ̗̀➛ swearing, blowjobs, free use, oral sex, pillow humping, slight praise kink, consensual recording of sex acts

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

•───────────────★•♛•★──────────────•

Eddie was panicked, his face flushed and his chest heaving, when he walked into your bedroom after letting himself into your flat. His hands shook terribly, he was dizzy and he felt sick, his mouth raw and cold as he frantically looked at you.

He wanted to check for injuries, but what stopped him was the fact that you were sat on your bed, drinking from an energy drink can, and looking almost… content. A little more confused, Eddie furrowed his brows as he looked at you, tilting his head to the side slightly.

“Was there a reason you texted me SOS at three in the morning?”

“Actually, yes,” you put the drink down on your bedside table and wiped your hands against each other. “I’m stuck on a level.”

“Huh?”

“So, I started playing that outlaw game,” you started, “and I got to the third chapter, and… I’m stuck on a mission, and I need your help.”

The panic immediately died as Eddie put his hands on his hips, glaring at you. “This is your emergency?”

“Yeah,” you shrugged. “You’re my boyfriend, you need to help me with this.”

In all honesty, it took everything in him not to laugh as he moved and sat on your bed next to you; he grabbed the controller, turning the game on and loading up your most recent save file.

He chewed at the corner of his mouth for a moment, just to ignore the urge to laugh; he was glad and relieved, really, that your little emergency wasn’t a life or death situation and that it was easily sorted out.

But then he looked at your left wrist, and hummed.

“Did you forget to take that off?”

You shook your head, smiling at him. “Nope.”

He groaned, putting the controller down and pushing his jogging bottoms and boxers to his ankles. He gave his cock a few strokes. “Safeword?”

“Chlorine.”

“Good,” he praised sharply. “And what do you do if you can’t speak?”

“Tap your right leg four times,” you told him, licking your lips as you stared at his cock.

Eddie nodded, pulling you over. A soft groan came from the back of his throat when you wrapped your lips around him, slowly taking every inch until he hit the back of your throat; he picked up the controller, starting to play the game as you bobbed your head and let your nose bury against the dense curls at his base.

You couldn’t remember when you and Eddie first started it; when you first agreed to be his little fuck toy. But you loved it, knowing that all you had to do was wear his light orange rock bracelet on your left wrist and you would be used and fucked until you couldn’t take it anymore.

You loved it when he fucked you on the sofa as he took work calls, gagging you with a ball as you drooled and slobbered over the red plastic, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you desperately tried to fuck yourself on his cock.

But as you sucked his dick, you couldn’t help it, putting a pillow beneath you and gently humping it to the same rhythm as you took his cock. Eddie groaned, sparing a look and seeing what you were doing.

“Get my phone,” he groaned. “Record it.”

You did as he said, licking his cock as you pulled yourself away, leaving a long trail of spit; you grabbed his phone from his pocket, and pulled up the camera; pressing ‘record’, you peppered his cock with kisses before gently slapping your face with it.

You couldn’t help the soft laugh that left the back of your throat when he took one hand off of the controller and grabbed your neck, making you take every inch of him until you gagged.

He bucked his hips, taking his hand off of your neck to focus on the game as he fucked your mouth; knowing that you were recording it only made him find his release earlier as he heard you gulp and gag with each thrust of his hips.

Drool leaking from the side of your mouth as you continued to fuck the pillow beneath you; you were just as close as he was, but you didn’t want to stop, wanting to take every fucking droplet of cum that he had to offer.

You brought your hand to his cock, slowly stroking it as you continued to let him use your mouth like a fuck toy; you sped up your movements against the pillow, the friction harsh and fast against you, you were getting closer by the second, and you could smell sex all around you.

“Doing so good,” Eddie praised breathlessly, chewing his lip. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum…”

You pulled away from his cock, grinning. “You gonna cum in my mouth?”

He nodded. “Yeah… and you’re gonna swallow.”

You were giddy as you set to work again, taking him as deeply as you could, making sure to hum as you stroked his cock with each movement of your hand, knowing that it would get him to finish sooner; you needed to taste him, you couldn’t wait.

Impatience, it seemed, was a virtue.

You swallowed as much as you could, only to lick his cock clean just to make sure; a quick lick of your lips, you looked up at him, and hummed, putting the phone down.

“Did you finish the level for me?”

Eddie put the controller down, nodding as he wiped a thin layer of sweat from his brow. “I finished the level, baby, don’t worry.”

“I haven’t finished,” you said quietly, biting back a grin.

Eddie laughed softly, patting his thigh. “That is a shame…”

“Can you stay the night?” You asked, kneeling between his legs.

He nodded. “Yeah, of course… always… we’ve been together, what? Four years, now?”

You nodded. “You asked me out on my twenty-third birthday, so… four years, six months, and three days.”

“Right,” he hummed. “And you know I can stay, always… why’d you ask?”

“I just wanted to make sure.”

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