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raz-writes-the-thing · 4 months
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Sweet Like Chocolate (Venom Drabble)
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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 · 4 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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randomoutsiders · 4 months
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Somno with Venom 🥰 Holding up Reader’s hips while he puts his tongue to good use 🥵
eddie's shoulders carry an ever-so-cumbersome weight, and the recluse of your bedroom at the end of the day is a welcome solace for his weary head and drooping eyes. the gentle embrace that you open for his return is soothing, and it's a resting place for his head when it thuds against your chest, aromas of the shampoo of yours he's always stealing still poignant in his damp hair. promises of no work talk soon blend into soft snores, limbs tangled up in a mess under clean sheets and the heavy duvet.
after being subdued under the watchful eye of his host, however, venom is not quite so lethargic, and he's grateful for a respite when he peels away from eddie's tired body. "you lazy oaf," he spits in his gravelly baritone, spiteful that the man can't hear his witty insults. "there are things to take care of and you are sleeping."
the male doesn't stir, and the symbiote makes sure of it with an oozing black tendril that prods at his cheek. he takes note of your parted thighs, bottoms lost in the high temperature of the bedroom, revealing pretty pink panties that are secured with a neat bow at the hem.
once crediting himself for a lack of sympathy, the alien peels back the frilly fabric, showing your glistening cunt for his eager eyes. the whites of which squint out of view when he narrows them, shimmering black morphing and conforming into various indiscernible shapes with his pondering. from his attached point from eddie's shoulder, he eases downward, allowing himself to bathe in the musk of your scent, tongue slowly unfurling.
he's silent - for once, as eddie may add if he were awake - when he drags the muscle over a bare thigh, hopeful for lingering perspiration that may intertwine with the delicate, yet surging taste of your arousal when it bleeds onto his tongue.
the long, wet tongue then teases along the junction between hip and thigh, rolling over open folds and gathering arousal that pools in each hidden crevice. he shudders, and his entire entity does so, vibrating the bed with his excitement. however, it's still gone unnoticed when venom delves inside, albeit slowly, working the wriggling muscle inside your sticky walls. he nearly laughs when a thigh twitches, going to close together with the other when he pins, with unbridled strength, the leg back down against the mattress.
even in your slumber, your fruitless efforts are humorous, and he snorts into your pussy. he does miss the snide remarks however, the backhanded commentary he blames on too much time spent with eddie, particularly ones about how his cock would feel much better inside your spent pussy rather than teasing flicks of his tongue against your clit.
he's curious about that further - when he sinks the tongue to the hilt, licking lazily at the tight ring of your cervix when your hips kilt upward as if by an invisible rope; the same cord pulling a sleepy gasp from open lips - why you'd prefer such a phallic thing over such the writhing muscle of his tongue.
it sets him apart from his counterpart (his companion, although he'd never admit it) in more ways than one, yet when he's done you over a few times with the thing, you're still a babbling mess about satisfying the aching desire for more. so he revels in it, drags the tongue over each curve and divot of your spongy cunt until he's gathered each dewy drop and tasted it in its savory delectability.
oozing tendrils support the arc of your hips, anchoring you in this arched position so he can prod deeper, testing his boundaries with each swirl and flick of the tongue. onyx tentacles even prod at your backside, lubricated by the slick that seeps out from your exalted pussy and the saliva that drips hungrily from the corners of venom's mouth.
he doesn't know whether you should wake or not, missing the increase of intensity of the breathy moans that you make now, but too engrossed in the pliable nature of your legs and hips that grant him easier access to each part of your quivering body.
he could drown in the cum that overwhelms his every sense, taste buds searing with delight when your walls relubricate and flood your cunt with arousal.
but eddie rolls over, and venom is ripped from his raptured position against your pussy, and he's sure, just then, that rage will overcome every adoring and loving emotion he once had for the man and he will commit a murder. but it's only for a second, and you've woken up. "venom?"
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bcyhoods · 9 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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nottobegaybutmen · 9 months
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YALL I JUST NOTICED THE GUM SPOT TAKES FROM MRS CHEN IS CALLED VENOMINT !!!!!
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bonkin · 10 months
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body space...... and a little bonus hehe
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aamy2100982 · 11 months
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I was thinking about that Eddie Brock transgender headcanon. It is not a headcanon that I think a lot about because it simply never caught my attention, but today I wanted to comment on a little idea that I have about it.
The short answer that my HC is about is:
the symbiote heals the scars from Eddie's mastectomy surgery.
And the long answer is:
Eddie gets the symbiote. When they first bonded, Eddie didn't think much of their abilities other than the incredible strength the symbiote gives him. he is too blinded by power to take into account that the symbiote becomes invisible, that it shoots webs or that it has a very good healing factor. Until after jumping all over the city the symbiote consumes all his energy and he is forced to return home to rest. I don't remember exactly the hours when it all happened. I'm pretty sure Eddie found the symbiote in the middle of the day. So yes, he had a whole afternoon to be jumping around and not even realizing what was physically happening in his body (and I refuse to go looking for that comic because it's to older)
but the thing is, Eddie goes back home, he would go back to weights like he always does, but his arms and legs feel like overcooked noodles, so he has no choice but to go to sleep. So he goes to the bathroom to wash his face a bit because of the sweat that he had accumulated.
Looking in the mirror, she realized that firstly, she had no clothes, for some reason she still doesn't understand, the symbiote destroyed everything when it bonded with it, and secondly, something looks different on her body, but it's still not there. sure what. He takes a good look at his body, moves his arms slightly, turns to try to see his back and after looking directly at his chest again, he notices it. The scars from his mastectomy were gone, gone. Eddie was very confused, he was sure that in the morning they were there, where could they have gone?
Eddie almost jumps in fright when the symbiote starts talking (he's still not used to having this new friend in his head), he explains that they have a very good healing factor and that it doesn't just come down to recent injuries, but who can also heal past wounds not yet scars and just scars as well. Eddie is impressed, really impressed. I mean, it's strange to see himself without those marks, because even if they sometimes represented insecurity for him, they were also something of a symbol of pride in the decision to transition. He is confused, but happy, maybe a little happier than confused.
the symbiote was a little worried about Eddie's reaction, because he felt incomplete due to the confusion, they just wanted to help Eddie by healing his injuries, they didn't want him to feel confused. But finally Eddie thanks them, it's nice to see himself without any scars, regardless of what kind of scars they were
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venomous--fics · 1 year
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Hey hey! Long time, I know. But I have decided to make this post ...To ask a question.
I want to do something special for December. But I'll need you guys this time around 😌 I wanted to make December a community month.
Videos, art, stories, headcanons, whatever you want to submit! And I'll just load up the queue with whatever I get
For fics, if you're comfortable, I figured the easiest way to share those would be to, like, reblog them. But, if anyone has better ideas I'm all ears like maybe share a google docs link with me and I'll just post it with your perferred screen name/anon name
Got some kinks to iron out but I thought this would be fun to do. I thought my welcome back could be a warm one with you guys. 💖
Feel free to send in asks about ideas or questions because this is still in the corkboard stage.
Oh! And December won't be limited to Eddie and Venom. It'll be for ANY marvel character!
Anyone interested?
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cumbutton · 10 months
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noisy; full pics available here -> https://twitter.com/godpuke/status/1670297626204315649?s=20
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punkbuckybarnes · 2 years
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eddie: [feeling sympathy for kasady]
venom: shut the fuck up
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eatmehuckass · 1 year
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Eddie baby by Felix hagan & the family is so fuvking good
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raz-writes-the-thing · 4 months
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Is That A Promise? (Venom One-Shot)
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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.
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ddejavvu · 10 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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randomoutsiders · 4 months
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I love your venom stuff sooooo much <3
Could you do something about Eddie or venom getting jealous of the other for how much time they’re stealing from you?
thank you darling! you're very kind <3
the toothbrush clenched between eddie's clenched jaw clatters to the floor when his symbiotic friend oozes back into place, dirtier teeth baring in a mock attempt at a beaming grin. "well look at you," onyx oozes around eddie's once-bare arms, melting over long, crooked fingers until talons take their place. "nice tits."
"mornin'" you slur through fatigue, pulling a white towel from its hook to drape around your torso, metal screeching against itself when you drag the shower curtain back into place.
dewy hair clings to the nape of your neck from its protected updo from the water, collecting puddles pooling at the soles of your feet before you find the bath mat that is in need of replacement. venom, bored with separation, detaches from his partner until a black, bobbing head follows your slow padding across the bathroom. "are you ignoring me?" he coils around in your journey; a long, slivering neck twisting around itself.
"i thought we talked about this, v," you drum your fingers across the human pectoral that the alien has left bare, stepping around the pair to find the matching toothbrush on the countertop. "you got all my attention when we woke up. i think it's eddie's turn, don't you think?"
the pre-spoken male wrestles free of venom's strong vice, big eyes narrowing with discontent. "can't you give me a second with her, asshole? and all you've got is nice tits?"
"she has nice tits - what do you want me to say??"
toothpaste suds spill off the corner of your lip, and the symbiote's tongue unfurls, tickling against your chin to gather the bubbles on its slimy surface. "that's fucking gross man," eddie twines, and you giggle around the plastic, hugging the towel tighter around your torso.
eddie's white eyes squint, and you look away to hide the look of amusement that paints itself across your face. "you're fucking gross... man. you're a loser."
"be nice!" you bump hips with eddie's pelvis, nudging him out of the way to spit into the basin. "stop calling each other names."
eddie nearly snarls, jaw ticking with perturbed anger, and you pat the shoulder that doesn't occupy your other boyfriend. "i get at least an hour with her today - uninterrupted - and if you come out for even a second, the clock restarts. you got it?"
venom shrinks back until his presence is just a bobbing head at eddie's muscular shoulder. "fine..." he darts his glance over at your unsuspecting side profile. "... pussy."
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bcyhoods · 10 months
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cece oh em gee let’s talk about eddie brock pls. rivals to lovers as competing journalists and and he flirts with you to annoy you and “distract” you from your work but really he just has a big fat crush on you 🤭
YES let’s talk about this!!! there would be so much tension because you both find each other so annoyingly attractive. and he would totally say that flirting with you is just to annoy you, but that man is down so bad it’s almost pathetic.
like imagine both of you are on your way to interview the same company executive.
you’re going back over your notes, checking every single bullet point you’ve jotted down, practicing a few questions when you bump into somebody’s back and oh, great that leather jacket is too familiar.
“how did i know it was you?” he jokes once he turns to see your frazzled expression. and his smile is way too wide, the wrinkles on the sides of his bright eyes are too prominent, and how does he look so good with stubble?
“i think you were just hoping it was me.” you jut your chin out and stand tall, winking at him. “looking forward to seeing my face, brock?”
he so totally was. because despite being from a rival journal, he likes the back-and-forth thing you’ve got going on. the fact that he finds you attractive definitely helps, too. and you can see his ears start turning a bright shade of red before he’s patting his sweaty palms on the sides of his jacket.
“let me get the door for ya. i’m a gentleman.” he reaches for the tall, glass door in front of you and motions you inside with a tight smile.
“oh please, you just want an excuse to look at my ass.”
“i thought you liked when i did that,” he quips back with a smirk and your entire face feels hot.
meanwhile, venom is having a blast teasing eddie about his crush every chance he gets
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angelltheninth · 1 year
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I loved your Eddie/Venom smut hcs so much! And literally no one ever writes for them I'm so glad one of my fav writers does! So could I please request Venom and Eddie dating a super touch affectionate reader please and thank you <3
It's so odd to me that there's no content out there for them. I'll try to fix that a little.
Pairing: Eddie Brock x Reader x Venom Symbiote
Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, teasing, domestic fluff, rooftop dates, PDA, size difference
A/N: I really hope Venom 3 happens, these two are such a dynamic duo.
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Eddie is like a big puppy for your affection, seeking it out, encouraging it, giving as much as he gets
It doesn't matter how early he wakes up he will always roll over and kiss your cheek before going back to sleep because you always kiss him right as he drifts off to sleep
He and Venom will make breakfast for you
Both hear you walking up to them to give them a hug but neither do anything to avoid it
Venom was a little weirded out by all the physical contact at first
Understandable for mating purposes of course but not outside of that
Both like kissing you, Eddie's are more slow, like yours to him, but Venom is... hungrier, not that you mind
You absolutely love to wrap your arm around Eddie's when you walk down the street
Sometimes while you're kissing you notice Eddie having a conversation with his Symbiote in his head due to how he'll groan and seconds later lean his head against your shoulder or chest, face aflame from something
You can feel Eddie's chest rumbling when you run your fingers through his hair, and you can also hear Venom purring even if he's being sneaky about it
They like taking you out on picnic dates on the rooftops, away from the hustle and bustle and the noise of the big city, just the three of you
There you can be as physically affectionate or even intimate as you'd like
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