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buckys-zomdoll · 2 years

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Clinging to a Stranger

A/N: Priscilla and Stella belong to me (although Stella is based on @scarletwinchester84) don’t worry she knows. Pics are from google I do not own them! Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Beta’d by @fictional-affairs

Summary: Priscilla is happy being single, her best friend however thought she needed a change.

Word count: 4260

Pairings: Priscilla (OFC) x Sam Wilson (kind of) Stella (OFC) x Eddie Brock. (Mentioned)

Warnings: stalking!!, slight angst, fluff

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Priscilla was headed to her favorite coffee shop, her mind focused on getting two zebra Frappuccino's, when she bumped into someone.

“I’m very sorry.” the man she had bumped into spoke first.

“It was my fault, I wasn’t paying attention.” She stated.

The man gave a soft chuckle. “Hey, we’ve all been there, right?”

She shrugged, “I suppose that’s true.”

“I’m Daniel.” he stepped slightly closer to her, seemingly innocent, but to her it was uncomfortable.

“Uh,” she hesitated, unsure if she should give him her name in return. “Priscilla.” she gave only her first name, just in case the uneasy feeling she felt was right. “This has been nice but I must be going now.”

He pressed his lips together. “I should as well– it was very lovely meeting you Priscilla, would it be weird if I asked for your number?”

The way her name rolled off his tongue sent chills down her spine. She gave an uncomfortable chuckle. “Not too weird given the circumstances, however I don’t exchange my number with strangers.”

“I understand. Well, Priscilla, I do hope to see you again.” he smirked.

She gave a soft nod, trying her best to not seem rude. “Maybe next time I won’t bump into you.”

“You can bump into me anytime you want.” He winked at her and walked away, his arm lightly brushing hers as he passed.

She stood there for a few minutes, not paying attention to the other people walking past. Finally she continued on, deciding to write the whole encounter off as strange. She had just arrived at the coffee shop when her phone began to ring.

She had a sneaking suspicion who it was before she even grabbed her phone. When she pulled it out of her pocket and looked, she gave a smile, sure enough her best friend’s name flashed on the screen.

She slid the green phone symbol. “Hey.”

“Hey? Hey? You should be back by now, I know you walked there but it’s not that far and you left like twenty minutes ago. Is it busy?” Stella ranted. “Stel, hey I just got here. The line doesn’t look that long, I should be home soon.” She hesitated a moment, wondering if she should tell her friend about the strange encounter. “I, um, bumped into a guy on the way.”

“You just got there?” Stella scoffed. “That guy better have been hot, and I mean Tony Fucking Stark Hot.”

“Okay, but Stel, Tony isn’t my type.” she objected.

“Fine, was he at least good looking? And did you get his number?”

She rolled her eyes, that was why she had contemplated telling Stella. She loved her best friend but she just wasn’t into finding anyone at the moment. “I mean I suppose he was, and no I did not get his number, although he did ask for mine.”

“Boring! Pris, I love you, but you gotta get out there, at least get laid.”

“I’m good, but thanks.” she gave a soft sigh. “Hey, does your boyfriend want a zebra?”

“Eddie? He left a few minutes ago.”

“Yes Eddie, do you have another boyfriend that I don’t know about?” she teased.

Stella laughed, “maybe.”

“You wouldn’t do that to Eddie, unless of course the other guy was that playboy Tony Stark.”

“True, but Eddie knows how I feel about Tony.”

She couldn’t help but roll her eyes, her best friend had only seen Tony in person one time when she was in college and decided that he was her soulmate. “Okay, well if you want that frappuccino you’re gonna have to let me go.”

“Okay okay, get the coffee. I love you, squish.”

“Love you too, squish.” she hung the phone up and shoved it back in her pocket, another sigh. Taking a deep breath she headed to the counter, already knowing exactly what she wanted.

“Hi, welcome to Koffee Karaf. What can I get you today?” asked Alice, the cashier who looked to be about seventeen. She had her hair tugged back into a ponytail and gave Priscilla a huge smile, a smile Priscilla could tell was fake.

“Two large zebra frappuccinos please.” she got out her card, figuring it would be nice to be ready. While Alice typed her order in she put a ten dollar bill in the tip jar. “Thank you so much. Your total today is $12.”

“No problem, I know what it’s like to deal with customers.” she smiled.

Once she put her card back in her pocket and got the two coffees she headed out, thankfully a woman was coming in, allowing her to slip out.

She carefully walked up the stairs of their apartment building, once again getting lucky that someone was opening the door, she gave a light nod. “Thanks.”

The person nodded in return and left, and when Priscilla got to her room she groaned upon realizing her keys were in her back pocket. Alice had filled the cups to the brim and she didn’t want to risk spilling one so she gave the door a few kicks. “Stel! Open up please!”

The door swung open, Stella’s hair was falling in her face. “Sorry, I was getting dressed.” She grabbed one of the cups and pulled the paper off her straw, taking a long sip. “Sooo good.”

Priscilla plopped down on their couch, taking the paper off her own straw. “Shouldn’t you already be dressed?”

Stella sat her coffee down and grabbed the brush, brushing her hair back. “Technically yes, but I was being lazy and, you know, wanted coffee first.”

She shook her head. “You weren't being lazy, you were just taking your time.”

“Yes exactly! Much like you did with getting the coffee.” Stella chuckled.

“I told you, I bumped into a guy.”

Stella nodded. “Mhm, well my beautiful best friend, no number no proof.”

“His name was Daniel.” she groaned.

“Daniel? That name is so….mundane.” Stella shrugged.

“Really? Because last I checked Tony is such a common name.” she argued.

Stella turned to face her, her brush waving in Priscilla’s face. “Hey, you leave Anthony out of this.”

“Okay jeez.” She watched as Stella finished putting her hair up and sat down beside her, making sure to face her as she grabbed her coffee. Priscilla took a breath, she knew Stella was about to go into one of her rants about how Tony Stark was the greatest man alive.

Stella took the straw from her mouth and held up a finger, and as soon as she took a deep breath her phone chimed. “Let me check that real fast.” Stella set her coffee down once again, grabbing her phone from the table and unlocking it. A few seconds passed as she read whatever was on her phone.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” Stella jumped up, placing her phone in her front pocket. She then grabbed her keys and tossed them in her small bag, grabbing her coffee she gave a huge smile to Priscilla. “I gotta go, you coming?”

She blinked in confusion. “What? Where?”

“Isn’t it obvious? Tony Stark is in town and I have to go ‘bump’ into him. This is it, Pris, my time.”

She stood up. “Wait, before you get all excited. How do you know he’s in town?”

Stella groaned, clearly ready to leave. “Well since you asked, Alvin told Aden that he saw him, Aden told my girl Ciara and Ciara told Kaydence because Ciara knew that Kaydence would let me know, ya know. So you coming or what?”

“Mhmm mhmm, well that sounds completely legit. Tony has to be in town if Alvin saw him.” She made sure her tone was sarcastic.

“You didn’t have to be so sarcastic.”

Priscilla clapped her hands. “She knew I was being sarcastic. Wow Stel, so smart do you want a cookie?”

Stella rolled her eyes. “Okay, asshole. Look, just because you aren’t into dating or meeting anyone, or the fact Tony is hot doesn’t mean you need to be rude to me.”

She groaned, tired of hearing how she doesn’t get out there like others. “You mean just because I’m not boy obsessed like you?” she snapped, instantly regretting it.

“Rude! You know what, fuck you, I don’t have time for this I need to go meet my future husband.”

“Good luck marrying a guy that fucks every girl he meets!” She had just finished her sentence when Stella slammed their door.

She growled and threw her hands up. Sometimes it was hard to live with her very social best friend. She began pacing around their apartment, contemplating on calling and apologizing, instead she finished her coffee and sat on the couch, deciding that Stella could apologize first.

After a few minutes of moving around the couch she got up and grabbed her wallet and keys; if her best friend could go out and have fun, she could too.

The only place she could think to go was Koffee Karaf– she could relax and think while enjoying more delicious frappuccinos. When she got there she ordered her usual drink, and upon looking around she found the perfect spot by the window.

She had almost finished her first coffee when she saw a shadow approaching. She sighed, all she wanted was to sit down in peace while she thought.

“A lot on your mind?” She looked up to see Daniel.

She wanted to tell him to go away and fuck off, that she just wasn’t in the mood for his creepyness. However, deciding it was best to not piss him off, she gave a half smile. “Something like that.”

“May I join you? Perhaps I can help.”

She shook her head as she stood up, finishing the last of her coffee. “Actually, I was just leaving. I promised to meet up with some friends of mine.” She couldn’t help but feel like something was off with the man, and all she wanted was to get away from him.

Smirking, he said with a lick of his lips, “You make it hard for a man to get to know you, huh?"

She set a tip down at the table and gave another half smile. “Perhaps you just have bad timing.” When she left, her hand was placed on her phone inside her pocket, walking normally but alert of her surroundings.

She wasn’t quite ready to go home yet, having no clue where Stella was or when she’d be home if she wasn’t already and she didn’t want to risk Daniel switching from her to Stella. So she walked past her apartment building. She was almost to the park when she was sure she was being followed. Groaning, she pulled her phone out and called her best friend.

After three rings she got Stella’s voicemail. “Hi! You’ve reached Stella, let’s be honest if I didn’t answer it’s because I don’t want to talk. Try and leave a message if you choose.”

She knew it was pointless to leave a message, Stella just deleted them without listening thanks to the visual voicemail app. She was mentally kicking herself for not asking Stella exactly where she was going, and the two didn’t share their locations with each other because Stella refused to get an iPhone, and she was too panicked to try and text her.

Taking a deep breath she paused and looked around, there wasn’t much going on; most people were at home eating dinner or working an hourly shift. After a few seconds she headed into the small convenience store, spotting Daniel out of the corner of her eye.

When she entered the store she tried calling Stella again, the phone rang once and cut off. She tried to calm her breathing as she headed to the drinks, turning when she heard the bell to the door. Daniel stood in the entrance as he looked around.

His mouth twisted in a smile when he spotted her, and she backed up as he headed towards her. She was looking around; avoiding eye contact with Daniel at all costs when she spotted a man looking at some chips. One of the man’s hands covered his mouth as his eyes glanced between all the chips, he wore a t-shirt and jeans and around his neck Priscilla spotted dog tags.

Daniel was almost to her when she finally made a decision, she headed over to the man and linked her arm with his. “Hi honey.”

The man she now clung to was tall and slim yet well-built. His hair was short and he had a bit of a goatee going on. He had beautiful brown eyes that were now gazing into hers. A look of confusion filled his face while he stared at her, but he followed her gaze when she looked away and towards Daniel. He gave her a soft smile when she looked back at him, “Hi babe, what brings you here? Thought we were meeting up somewhere else?”

She gave a sigh of relief that this new man was on her side. “We were, but I wanted to tell you I changed my mind. Instead of cheetos I want some funyuns.”

The man chuckled. “Okay silly, you could have just texted that to me.”

Daniel finally grabbed a soda and headed to the front of the store, turning and smiling at her as he paid and again as he left the store.

She gave a half smile and backed away from him. “I’m sorry about that, I’m sure the last thing you wanted was some strange lady clinging to you.”

The man waved it off. “Nothing to be sorry for.” He smiled. “I’m Sam.”

“Priscilla. I um, met that guy earlier today and got the chills, then he showed up at my favorite coffee shop and he followed me here. I’m probably overreacting but I didn’t want to risk it.”

“And how did you know I wasn’t creepy? For all you know I could have been working with him.”

She rubbed the back of her neck. “Honestly I didn’t, I just saw your dog tags and was hoping for the best, but I know military people can be sketchy too.”

Sam chuckled. “Well luckily for you, I don’t stalk people or hang out with creepy dudes, I just came for a snack.”

“Thanks for helping me, I really appreciate it.”

Sam shook his head. “It’s no problem, honestly if I didn’t and you showed up on the news the next day I’d feel terrible.” He paused. “Can you get home okay or would you like me to escort you?”

She wanted to tell him she could get home safely, after all it wasn’t that far, but on the chance Daniel was still around she didn’t feel all that safe. She gave him a smirk and grabbed his hand, “Maybe you should take me home, honey.”

He smiled that she was keeping up the charade. “Okay, yours or mine? I don’t know if I should leave you alone.”

She thought for a moment, and even though he helped her, he was still a stranger and she had no clue where Stella was. “Mine, I live with my friend.” She sighed, “although I have no clue if she’s home, would you mind staying there with me until she gets back?”

“Not a problem, it beats going back to the motel so soon.”

She looked at him, trying to read his face. “Motel?”

Sam nodded “Yeah, I’m visiting.”

“Oh, family?” she could feel herself relaxing, not realizing she had been tense.

“No, I’m deciding where I wanna settle down and live. My buddy liked this place.”

“Where’s your buddy now?” She didn’t usually try to get to know new people, but there was something about him.

“He’s…he–” Sam paused as he thought of how to word it. “I lost him, he died on a mission.”

“Oh, I’m sorry…” The conversation went silent, Sam grabbed himself some chips and a drink, and then the two headed to check out. After that, the walk to her apartment was quiet but nice.

When they arrived, she opened the door and dropped her wallet on the table, then flicked on the light as Sam shut the door. “Stel? Are you here?”

“Does she usually just sit around in the dark?” Sam asked.

“No.” Priscilla pulled out her phone and texted her friend.

Look I know you're mad at me & not answering my calls but plz text me back so I know you’re ok. Also are you coming home tonight? ILY squish. You got 30 minutes to answer or I’m calling your bf.

She put her phone back in her pocket and headed to the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink?”

Sam followed her and sat on one of the barstools and placed his bag on her kitchen island. “No thanks, I got a soda back at the store… Wouldn’t calling be faster?”

She rubbed her forehead. “Sorry, I totally forgot.” Shaking her head she opened her fridge. “No, she’s mad at me. We got in a fight, so now she’s ignoring my calls.” She grabbed a can of coke and turned to face him. “I’m sorry to be such a pain.”

He waved a chip in the air. “No need to apologize. I really don’t mind– if I did, I would have never played along.”

She walked around the island and sat beside him. “Thanks again.” She had just pulled her phone out of her pocket when it went off.

I’m not too mad now, turns out Tony wasn’t even in town. Go ahead and tell me ‘I told you so’ I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be? I’m not coming home, I’ll be at Eddie’s tonight. I love you too squish.

She could feel Sam staring at her, she locked her phone and set it down. “Stella is staying at her boyfriend’s tonight, you can leave if you want. I should be fine on my own.” Part of her wanted to tell him to stay, however she didn’t want to come off as weak or desperate.

Sam stood up. “Of course, just make sure you lock the door behind me in case he’s creeping around outside.”

She gave a soft nod and followed him to the door. “Thanks again.”

His hand paused on the knob. “Hey, do you want my number? Just in case he decides to pound on the door or he just scares you and you need some company? You don’t have to give me yours or even use it, I would just feel better if you took mine.”

“Actually, yeah I’ll take it. I think I’d feel better about it too.” She unlocked her phone, put it on the dialpad and handed it to him. “You know, you don’t have to go. The couch pulls out into a bed, but I know that it's not as comfortable as a hotel bed.”

Sam chuckled as he handed her phone back “Thank you for the offer, and I’m sure it’s lovely but what would your roommate think if she happened to come home?”

She gave a quiet, breathy laugh. “Right. Well thank you again.”

“You keep doing that.” he simpered.

“Yeah, I know.” She nodded. “Well, it was nice meeting you, and uh San Francisco can be a very nice place to live.”

“Every place has its pros and cons; a beautiful woman like yourself living here is definitely a pro, creepy guy a con. But, if I'm being honest, I’m leaning towards Washington.”

“Oh.” She could hear how upset she was in her own voice, so she gave another smile in an attempt to keep him from noticing it too. “Well, maybe we will see each other again before you leave.”

“I’m here for two more weeks, so that’s a very big possibility, plus you may need me to come back tonight.” He gave her one more smile before leaving. She locked the door behind him and headed to the couch, looking at his name in her phone.

She woke up on the couch to the sound of someone kicking the door, and she sat up and looked for her phone, having no clue what time it was or when she even passed out.

“Prissy! Open the door!” Stella screamed.

She jumped up and unlocked the door, swinging it open while her best friend held two large frappuccinos. “Fucking finally, I’ve been standing out here yelling for the past two minutes. Also you look awful.” Stella handed her a cup and shut the door behind her.

“Yeah, I passed out on the couch sometime last night. What time is it?” She rubbed her head then took the paper off her straw.

“You slept on the couch and didn’t hear me yelling? Are you okay? Also it’s like ten a.m.” Stella set her bag on the table and headed towards the kitchen, setting her coffee on the island and grabbing the coke can that she had left. “An unopened coke on the counter, did you get drunk?”

She walked over to her best friend and grabbed the coke, putting it back in the fridge. “No, I got it because I was thirsty but I never opened it.” She paused and took a drink of her coffee. “You remember that guy I mentioned yesterday?”

“Daniel? Yeah, why? Ohhhh, did you have him over? You actually listened to my advice?” Stella beamed.

“No, after our fight I went back to the coffee shop, where he showed up and then followed me into a convenience store. Luckily, I found a very nice man to help me out and ended up inviting him over until you came home, and then you told me you weren't coming home.”

“So you had a one night stand with the other guy? Which is fine, but next time use your bed and not the couch.”

“Stel! Are you not listening? I was fucking stalked! And no I didn’t sleep with Sam, you told me you weren’t coming home so he left and I locked the door. He gave me his number in case I needed him to come back and I guess I was so worried that I just passed out on the couch.”

Stella busted out laughing, holding her stomach as she took deep breaths to collect herself. “You weren't stalked, or you weren’t supposed to be, at least.”

“What does that mean?” She set her coffee down.

“Daniel is Aden’s brother, I asked him to ‘bump’ into you a few times and get your number and…ya know. I just wanted you to get laid.”

“Stella! Are you insane? I was fucking scared! I clung to a random ass stranger because I thought I was gonna be killed or raped or whatever.”

“I’m sorry, I just wanted you to find someone too. Wait, you wouldn’t give Daniel the time of day but you clung to a random guy for help and then let him give you his number?”

“If I want someone I will find someone. Please quit meddling– especially like that. And yes I did because I felt, I felt…” she paused, was it weird for her to say Sam had made her feel safe? “At the time of the attack, or what I thought was an attack, Sam made me feel safe.”

Stella grinned. “Sam huh, so you have his number. You should give him a call.”

“No,” Priscilla exhaled. “Look, I’m not interested in dating right now.”

Stella shook her head. “At least text him, tell him your roommate is home and it turned out to be a prank. That way he can quit worrying.”

“What makes you think he’s worrying?”

Stella sat down. “Because he helped you, he saw you home, he stayed until you felt safe. He’s worried.”

She shrugged. “I guess you have a point.” she pulled her phone out and texted the number he gave her.

Hey Sam, this is Priscilla, the scared girl from last night. My roommate is home now. Turns out Daniel (the guy stalking me) was one of her friends' brothers and she asked him to ‘bump’ into me. So sorry if I scared you or made you worry, to make up for it maybe we can go get some coffee before you leave.

She set her phone down after it sent. “There, he’s been texted and will probably think of us as insane.”

Stella shrugged and took a drink. “What's it to you? Not like you like him.”

“Exactly.” She gave a smile, some part of her wanting Sam to like her. She couldn’t help but glance at her phone every so often, so she decided to keep herself busy by cleaning. She practically ran to her phone when she heard her text tone.

I’m relieved to hear it was a joke, however I feel like he took it too far considering he even creeped me out. Although it allowed me to meet you :) I’d love to meet up for coffee as long as you let me save your phone number and I get to pick the shop.

She bit her bottom lip, a big grin forming as she texted him back.

Sure you can save my number, and I trust you enough to pick the shop.

“Sam text you back?” Stella looked up from her own phone.

“Yes he did.” She put her phone in her pocket and continued cleaning.

Stella smirked. “Well at least he still likes you.”

She pointed at Stella. “Don't. Meddle.”

“Okay okay, I’ll let you take it slow.”

“Thank you.”

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simplystevies · 2 years

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undress me

pairings || tom hardy x actress!reader

summary || sitting in an interview with your celebrity crush since you were a teenager, you feel his eyes undressing you.

warnings || 18+ minors dni, rpf, a pinch of angst, but it’s acting, public sex, tom is a flirty shit, messy kissing, tom gives reader a pearl necklace ;), fluff!!, swimming pool sex, unprotected sex, acting, pet names (darling).

note || @lipstickbisous @strwbrrybucky i hope you two enjoy this mwah mwah i love u both

wc || 1.9k

during your many years as an actress, you’ve made it pretty obvious who you liked or who you didn’t like. one thing you kept secret, was your love for your co-star tom hardy.

god, was he a man. when you found out you would be working on venom with him, you didn’t think you would ever recover.

standing in the same building as tom nearly had you on the floor passed out, but when he walked over to you, smiling widely with his hand out as he introduced himself your legs went weak and you struggled to keep yourself held up.

you returned the gesture and gave him a small smile, giving him your name. you didn’t want to open your mouth after “i’m y/n.” because there was no way you could hold yourself back from blurting your massive crush on tom.

working with the tom hardy was too much for you to handle. the day you found out you were kissing tom hardy, you could barely sleep for a week before.

“you ready?” tom was always so friendly and comfortable around you. you calmed down slightly, but jesus the butterflies were still full in your tummy anytime he spoke.

you took a deep breath before nodding. you two were waiting for the sign to go, which came quicker than you thought. “beck, come on, i can’t have you getting closer with venom.”

his acting was brilliant, you felt so much emotion. “i can’t leave you eddie, you mean too much to me.” you whimpered, your arms wrapping around his neck tightly.

“you mean so much to me too, you’re all i want, but i can’t have you, i don’t want to find out what would happen if you got closer to venom.” toms strong arms wrapped around your waist tightly, pulling you into him.

you sighed against his shoulder, tears welling in your eyes. tom pulled away, grabbing your face. “no, no, no no no, come on, please don’t cry, i can’t see you cry.” tom pouted, wiping under your eyes.

you sniffled and shook your head. “i don’t want to leave you.” you whispered, looking into his eyes. tom smiled and nodded, leaning in slowly. you watched as he leaned in, moving in yourself.

tom’s lips connected to yours, in a soft, passionate kiss. you didn’t know if it was just you, but you felt some love in the kiss. tom’s tongue slid into your mouth, his hands moving to your waist.

tom pulled away and placed his forehead against yours. “i’ll always love you, i’ll never forget you.” he was going off script. “you’re all i care about, and my top priority is keeping you safe.”

what was he doing? you looked into his eyes, clearly confused. “and if that means i have to leave, then so be it. i’d do anything to protect you.” at least he was staying in character… he’s staying in character right?

oh god all you needed now was tom to drop out of your life after you two finish shooting together. you nodded, sniffling again before kissing him once more.

“i love you, tom.” you whispered, sighing slightly. tom backed up a bit, a small smirk on his face. then it hit you. “oh my god, i’m so sorry!” you panicked, covering your mouth.

“and that would’ve been so perfect if you hadn’t.. confessed your love.” tom smirked, looking at andy serkis, the director. andy laughed and shook his head, stopping the camera and waiting for you two to prepare.

you two, eventually, buried the confession deep. you two were doing press conferences for venom, giving your own opinions and answering anything you could answer.

“so, i think the big question really is, are you two dating?” the interviewer asked. you felt your cheeks heat up, shaking your head. “well, y/n did confess her love to me by accident during shooting.” tom smirked.

your eyes grew wide as you looked up at him. “oh my god, i cant believe you would throw me under the bus like that!” you gasped, covering your face. “did you actually?!” the interviewer seemed excited.

probably because he was getting exclusive information before anyone else. “listen! tom was going off script, and i got distracted and it just fell out!”

“she obviously had it on her mind.” tom rubbed his chin, a wide smile. you rolled your eyes and tried to ignore the question. the rest of the interview you felt toms eyes on you, constantly.

at your next conference, the question was brought up many times. “y’know, y/n is a wonderful girl and i would be so grateful to have her as my girlfriend, i’m already grateful to have her as my friend.”

tom defending you sent butterflies to your core, making you grip the chair slightly. “she’s just a great person overall, and having her here next to me is more than i could ever ask for.”

you bit your lip, wanting to jump his bones right then and there. during the interview, you felt tom burning holes into your body with his eyes. god, you needed him.

the wetness between your legs growing and growing. you grew scared to get up, you were scared that there was a wet patch at the back of your dress from how wet you were.

when you two connected eyes, you could tell what he wanted to do. he wanted the exact same thing as you did. once you took in his body, he was covering something on his lap.

you bit your lip and looked at the interviewer, trying to avoid eye contact with tom because you knew if you held it for too long you’d end up fucking him right then and there.

chewing on your lip, you felt toms foot tap yours. you smiled and tapped his back, a small gesture, but it meant everything to you. the small gesture confirmed every question in your head.

tom wanted you, the way you wanted him.

after the interview, you were in your hotel room, taking off your makeup and getting ready to go to bed.

a knock sounded through the room, making you get up and go to get the door. you open it to see tom smirking, roses in his hand. “i thought it was romantic.” he said, handing them to you.

you took them and smiled, kissing his cheek. “thank you tom, they are romantic.” you said, walking away from the door allowing him to walk in. “there’s um.. there’s swimming pool, if you’re interested.”

“it’s closed! it closed an hour ago.” you poured, putting the flowers in a vase. “you can get in anywhere if you’re famous enough.” tom smirked, shaking the keys in front of you.

you bit your lip and looked at him. “i have no—“ you started. tom shook his head and put his hand over your mouth. “bra and panties, i’m wearing my boxers.” he said.

a sigh left your lips before nodding. “let’s go then, hm? you better not disappoint.” you pointed at him, squinting your eyes. tom chuckled, grabbing your finger and pushing it down.

“when have i ever disappointed you?” he asked, acting fake offended. “well.. you aren’t the best kisser.” you lied, walking out with tom, who now had his hand on his chest and his jaw wide.

“i’m not a good kisser? wow.” he shook his head, pushing past you. while he was walking past, his hand landed on your ass, giving it a tight squeeze. you gasped and slapped his hand.

tom bit his tongue as he laughed, making you smile. “little shit! don’t grab my ass.” you shoved his head, walking to the pool with him. tom smiled and started stripping once you two arrived at the pool.

the only light was from the pool, everything else was dark. you watched him pull off his shirt, revealing his tattoos. you bit your lip, looking him up and down.

“you gonna start getting ready to go in too?” tom asked, pulling down his pants. you nodded and started to pull off your shirt. eventually, the both of you were in your undergarments.

tom was the first in, gasping from the cold. “is it cold?” you asked, covering your chest with your arms. “freezing, but you’ll warm up.” tom nodded, pinching his nose.

you sat on the edge, testing the water with your feet. “come ooonnnn, don’t be laaaaaame.” tom pouted, swimming up to you. you shook your head and kicked some water at him.

tom groaned and shook his head. “okay, that does it!” he said in a mocking tone, grabbing your legs and pulling you in. you screamed before being dunked under the water.

you shot up, wiping your eyes and slapping toms chest. “i hate you so much!” you whined, continuing to wipe your eyes. tom pouted and moved your hands, wiping your eyes himself.

when he was finished, he held your face. “i’m sorry, accept my apology?” he asked, his pout growing bigger. you sighed and nodded, shaking your head. tom smiled and moved his hands to your thighs.

you looked into his eyes, confused. tom pushed you against the wall of the pool, holding you against it. you bit your lip, looking into his eyes. tom took a second before leaning in, his lips centimetres away from your lips.

a rush of ecstasy rushed through your body. toms lips pressed against yours, a small sigh leaving your body. tom’s tongue slid into your mouth, your tongues playing with each other.

tom pulled away, his lips travelling down your neck. “i’m gonna make this fast.. and we can continue in your bedroom if you want, okay?” tom whispered, pressing a kiss onto your shoulder.

you nodded and allowed him pull off your panties. tom pulled down his boxers, quickly sliding into you. you gasped, grabbing toms shoulders and pulling him in. “okay, okay, you’re okay.” tom whispered.

you felt yourself slowly stretch around him. tom waited for you, kissing around your body while you two waited. you tapped his shoulder, signalling he could go. tom took the message and started to slowly thrust.

you cried out, tom was barely a second into fucking you and he was already hitting your g-spot. “fuck, tom!” you sobbed, throwing your head back. tom smiled and kissed your neck, marking you.

“you’re doing so good for me, darling, doing so so so well.” he whispered, speeding his the movement of his hips. your hands moved up to his hair, pulling on it roughly.

tom moaned, the noise going straight to your core. “come on, darling, you look so fucking beautiful.” tom mumbled, his hands squeezing your hips. you slowly moved your hips against him, adding more pleasure.

you rolled your eyes to the back of your head as you felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach. “tom! oh god tom!” you cried, pulling on his hair. toms right hand moved down to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

this added to the pleasure, sending you over the edge quickly. your eyes were squeezed shut and your legs tightened around toms waist as you released against him.

white flashes appeared in front of your eyes before you calmed down. “fuck, that was so good baby, i just gotta cum and then we can go, okay?” tom assured with you.

he hoped he wasn’t pushing you over the edge too far, so he had to ask before he kept going. you nodded, wrapping your arm around his neck as he started to thrust again.

this time, you started to realise that the water was splashing all over you two, making you both ten times more wet than before. “fuck.. fuck.. fuck!” tom moaned, releasing inside of you.

you sighed and leaned your head back at the feeling of tom releasing inside of you, enjoying it as long as it lasted. “i love you.” tom whispered, his head falling onto your chest.

you smiled and lifted his head. “i love you too.” you said, kissing him softly. tom smiled and pulled away, helping you out of the pool. once you two were dressed, tom carried you bridal style back to your bedroom where you both had the night of your lives.

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Snacks and Nibbles

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: Alien Sex, Poly Relationship, Monster Fucking, Biting, Venom Being Venom, Canon Typical Violence, Canon Divergence, Threesome (kinda), Pet Names

Relationships: Eddie Brock x Venom x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 7940

A/N: From my It’s a Match Series on Ao3, let me know what you think of this breakdown v seperate parts/posts for chapters. Gifs are not mine just chapter breaks (though I did make the header).

“I’ve decided that I’m a fuckin’ snack and no one’s hungry.” I groaned at my coworker.

“Yeah, yeah,” They muttered, gazing moving from one monitor to the other, watching a gif and editing where required.

“Oof,” I murmured, peaking out to ogle at the leather jacket-wearing man who just marched past my cubicle.

“That’s an ass I could sink my teeth into,” my cubby-mate exhaled next to me.

“You’re telling me, dude,” I flicked my gel pen away and pulled out my phone.

I just started swiping. I needed to see if I could find him while he was in the building. That was how this stupid dating app worked right? Closer the target the quicker you can match with them? I continued to swipe left until I saw the man in questions, Eddie, on my screen.

“Found him,” I grinned.

“Lemme see them pics,” he demanded. “What fucking CGI shit is that?”

His cover picture was certainly a strong choice. No idea what fucking movie he thought he was in, but christ did I want to be apart of it. The rest of his profile was pretty normal. He was a reporter, 38, seemed to own a motorcycle, and into dark chocolate. All things I could get behind… or under.

“Does he work here?” Cubby-dude asked.

“Fuck,” I whispered. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, what if he does? Shit.”

I’d only been working as a designer at the Daily Bulletin for six months. I had just signed a 12-month lease on an overpriced studio apartment just a 30 minutes cycle from the office. Dating a co-worker would probably put me at serious risk of doing something stupid and getting fired.

All that reasoning didn’t stop me from swiping right though. Just gonna keep letting my genitals do the talking, I thought. Both my coworker and I let out a deep sigh and turned back to our work. Projects needed to be finished more than our gossip did.

~~~~~~~~~~~o0o~~~~~~~~~~~

Of course, that would be my luck. Five minutes out from my house, I puncture a tire on my bike and have to lug the stupid hunk of metal all the way home. That’s the last time I leave my repair kit at home. The aluminum crossbar dug into my shoulder, but I tried to focus on anything else. Literally anything. I stare around at my surroundings, avoiding the few needles and nitro canisters that lay in the gutter. Sure the Tenderloin district wasn’t the nicest, in fact, it was a bit scummy, but like fuck was I going to go back to dorm-style living. I needed my own kitchen and bathroom damn it.

I stared into the dark empty lot near my building. The regular crowd of homeless people wasn’t huddled in the far corner. Something compelled me to stop and stare. Which was fucking stupid, but hindsight was 20/20 and I’m kinda dumb bitch sometimes.

A gloved hand landed on my shoulder just as another person stood in front of me. They spun the front wheel of my bike, assuming it would still be my bike by the end of this encounter.

“What’s a short stack like you doing around here?”

“Just trying to mind my own business,” I clutched the strap of my backpack.

Stupid safety. Stupid fucking neon jacket. Stupid bike.

“Didn’t look like you were minding your own business,” The hand on my shoulder dug a thumb into the skin.

“I’m sorry,” I winced. “Look I don’t want any trouble.”

“Looks like trouble is what you’re getting though.” Both men pressed into my personal space, blocking my view of everything else.

The grip I had on my bike never loosened, in fact, I was white-knuckling it. Fear seized my body. I could have just swung my bike and made a run for it. But I couldn’t lose this bike. It was how I got around. I needed it.

I also needed my body to be intact and not brutally assaulted, but semantics, right?

“DINNER TIME,” A guttural voice sang.

Oh fuck. OH FUCK. The Demon of San Francisco. I’m dead, so so so dead now.

I groaned. Like a fed up, annoyed child who didn’t want to go to school. This would be my day. Eddie didn’t match with me on Tinder, I punctured my bike tire, I was getting mugged, and now I was gonna be eaten by some demon thing in a completely not sexy way.

There was a loud wet crunching sound behind me, followed by a shriek and another crunch. When a third crunch never came, I opened my eyes. There was nothing left, the would be muggers had been eaten boots and all.

“ARE YOU OKAY?”

“Yeah, I guess, I’m sure there is some crime statistic about the percentage of you being attacked closer to home than further away, but I doubt they have any stats on being saved by you. Thanks, dude,” I laughed. When I was nervous I laughed.

“YOU HAVE A NICE BAG,” I felt my savior pick at my backpack.

“Yeah, I think sharks are really cool. Fuck what everyone else says. They are like sea puppies,” I laughed, again, my pulse racing.

There was a pause in the conversation. I turned around, finally, to look at him, to see the Demon for myself. Maybe he had just gone away after that last comment I made.

Nope. Still there. Fucking towering over me. The oil slick black… being in front of me seemed to be staring very intently at me. It’s milky white eyes emoted - slightly expanding and then squinting. The white veins across its body convulsed.

“Thanks again dude,” I stuck my free hand, staring at their face, their teeth specifically, which twinkled under the streetlamp.

A hot, clawed hand grabbed mine.

“Also, uh, nice teeth. I think they’re cool. Kinda like shark teeth. Okay, I should let you go now, you don’t want to hear me ramble on about sharks or whatever else weird shit just starts spewing from my mouth. Have a nice night,” I wheezed, trying to hold in my laugh.

“DO YOU NEED HELP GETTING HOME?”

“No, I should be okay, just a few minutes down the road.”

“WE WILL WALK YOU.”

There was no question, just the shift in how they grabbed my hand. We walked hand in hand like a couple, LIKE A COUPLE, all the way back to my five-story walk-up. The automatic light on the porch turned on and fully illuminated their face.

“Oh, um dude,” I started.

“VENOM.”

“What?”

“WE ARE VENOM.”

“Oh, sorry, I was using dude as a non-gendered term. Didn’t want to assume anything. But not the point. You got like a huge chunk attempted mugger in teeth.”

“DO YOU WANT IT?”

“Nah, I’m having mac n cheese for dinner.”

With that decided, Venom’s long tongue slithered out of its mouth and removed the chunk from their teeth. Heat rose to my cheeks. That should not be sexual. I should have been traumatized several times over by now. But I still felt that slight tingle between my legs.

There was another pause like they were having some kind of internal argument before Venom huffed very loudly, his hot breath wafting over my face and smelling weirdly like tater tots and raw bacon.

“HAVE A GOOD NIGHT, NIBBLES,” Venom’s tone was grumbly like he was now the annoyed child.

“See you later,” I waved and ran up the steps and entered my passcode.

“See you later?” I mumbled to myself. How was I going to see him later? I’m not gonna risk getting fucking assaulted on the off chance he finds me. I might have been a bit fucking weird, but I wasn’t suicidal.

I racked up my bike into the wall mount, waved into the open doorway of the resident manager, and trudged up to the top floor. Once the hideous red door to my apartment was unbolted, I stepped in and redid the locks. My hands were shaking, almost uncontrollably, now. The adrenaline of nearly getting attacked faded quickly and was replaced with panic. I dropped my bag at the door and took off my jacket and shoes.

Fresh air, I needed fresh air. Even though I was just outside, I needed fresh air now. I opened the one window in my apartment and climbed out onto the fire escape. Codes be damned. My legs dangled over the railing and hard grates hurt my butt. I pulled up Tinder on my phone, praying to whatever fucking gods there were that someone would be interested in me, so I could distract myself from my current freak out.

EDDIE. I matched with Eddie. Like two minutes ago I matched with Eddie.

Oh god. What do I do? Do I message right away? Do I wait? Oh fuck.

Eddie- Hey, you work at the Daily Bulletin, don’t you?

You- yeah, just a designer though. no writing for me. 😅

Eddie- I thought I recognized you.

Eddie- Do you want to get a drink sometime?

You- tomorrow night? after work maybe?

Eddie- Awesome. Leave your bike at home.

I squealed into the night air and pumped my phone free fist over my head. Fuck that was easy. I climbed back into my apartment, locked the window, and made my mac n cheese. Dinner eaten, shower taken, I crawled into bed and opened my laptop. I may have a date tomorrow, but there was still the issue of my burning ‘monster fucker’ desire to deal with. A few keystrokes in an incognito window and few key strokes on me later, I was blissfully drifting off to sleep to dream of leather jackets and sharp teeth.

“EDDIE.”

“Vee, it’s 4 in the morning, I need sleep, so I can do my job, and buy you more chocolate and pay rent.” Eddie rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.

Venom was awake so Eddie was awake now. The symbiote fluidly wrapped tendrils around his waist and thighs, cuddling him while the floating noodlehead of them came to rest on Eddie’s chest. There was a deep, comforting rumble from Venom before they spoke again.

“WE MUST KEEP NIBBLES.”

“I asked her out, didn’t I?”

“YES, BUT SHE WANTED US TONIGHT AND YOU WERE A PUSSY.”

“I think she liked us both and we’d just saved her. We can’t take advantage of her, especially in a state like that.”

“YOUR SILLY PHONE APP MEANS NOTHING.”

“Hey, she swiped right on us first. She clearly thought I looked nice enough,” Eddie huffed and patted Venom’s head. They’d agreed it was well past time to get over Anne. Venom was great, but having another person to talk to and be with would be nice.

“SHE LIKED OUR TEETH, WE COULD BITE HER.”

“No.”

“SHE WOULD LIKE IT. SHE SAID SHE WAS A SNACK. WE ARE HUNGRY.”

“Vee, we don’t know what she likes yet. That’s why we are going for drinks tomorrow.”

Venom rumbled, slinking up Eddie’s chest to nuzzle at his neck. Their tongue snaked around Eddie’s ear, teasing him.

“Really? Right now?” Eddie didn’t protest as Venom shifted the tendrils around him, stroking him to full hardness.

“YES. WE WERE THINKING OF NIBBLES AND HER SCENT.”

Venom flooded Eddie with the reminder of just how you reacted to seeing them use their tongue. How your cheeks flushed. The way your heart rate increased, but with no trace of fear. You hadn’t freaked out after they saved you. You held their hand and let them walk you home. Your skin was soft and smelled delicious. They reminded him of how your scent changed from buzzing, nervous excitement to a spark of arousal.

~~~~~~~~~~~o0o~~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie walked up to your cubicle in the office building promptly at 5 pm for drinks after work. He normally wasn’t in the office on Fridays, not that he was ever really here. Mostly he came in on Mondays to discuss weekly agendas and then to walk through articles with the editing team whenever the team was ready. It was an easy job. It meant he had the freedom to investigate and write up reports whenever he wanted. It also made it easier to continue his work with Venom.

You were wearing massive headphones, dancing in your swivel chair while working through a series of images. Eddie wasn’t even sure if you could see the details in the images with how much you were moving. When your coworker noticed him the pen fell from his mouth. He turned to tap you on your shoulder, eyes still staring at Eddie. You jumped and ripped off the headset like you’d just completely forgotten you were at work. Whatever you were listening to, it had been loud and very obscene from the few lyrics he and Venom could make out.

[DID THE MUSIC JUST SAY THEY WANT TO SUCK OUR TEETH?]

Yeah, it’s just a song though, don’t read into Vee.

[EDDIE. WE WANT THAT.]

Maybe if you ever fucking brushed your teeth.

“What?!”

“Here is you stupid fucking $5,” the coworker pulled the crumpled bill out of his pocket.

“Hey Eddie,” you smiled up at him from your seat, smoothly taking the money.

“You ready to go?” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“Give me two secs to close down,” You swiveled back to your monitors and started rapid-fire typing. Flashes of images and documents started to disappear from your screen. How could you be working on so many things at once?

“So Eddie, where are you two going tonight?” the other man asked.

Venom gave a distinct grumble in the back on Eddie’s mind, annoyed by the nosy man.

“We’re going to a bar for drinks, you tit. Why do you never listen to me? I listened to you moan all morning about how small your date’s dick was last night.” You taunted him.

“Because until five seconds ago, I was convinced you were lying.” Tit crossed his arms and rolled back to his own monitors. “Also, like you didn’t fucking demand I show you the dick pics.”

You snorted.

“You can’t say ‘it was so small a cornichon would have been better’ and just expect me to be done,” You turned off your computer and grabbed your shark bag.

Jesus. What a fucking conversation to end your workweek on. Eddie just stared, bit bug-eyed at the exchange you’d just had. You had zero shame apparently. That was probably a good thing, when they thought about it. When you stood up, signally you were ready to go, Eddie and Venom stared for a moment, taking stock of your outfit. Without the helmet and ridiculous cycling jacket, you almost looked like a different person.

You were wearing some kind of black mechanics outfit. The sleeves were rolled up, revealing your vintage style tattoos. Venom particularly liked the look of the thick black lines running across your forearms and up under the sleeves of your suit. You slipped your phone into the breast pocket of the outfit, the weight of it revealing the soft round flesh of your breasts.

“You got a night job workin’ at a garage?” Eddie teased, leading the way out of the office building.

“Eh, I wouldn’t let me anywhere near something with an engine,” you laughed and wrapped a hand around Eddie’s arm.

“Am I gonna regret bringin’ my bike then?” they guided out of the elevator into the lobby.

Richard sat behind the security desk, head resting the helmet Eddie’d left there that morning, watching the video monitors. When he saw the two [THREE] of you, he smirked and raised a hand.

“Hey Rich,” You smiled but didn’t let go of his arm, instead you rested your free hand on the tall counter, fingers running over the glass.

“So this is why you didn’t cycle into the lobby today?” he grinned.

“I could be turning over a new leaf,” you squawked.

“Can we have the helmet now?” Eddie pointed down at the headgear.

“Yeah, if you stop parking your motorcycle where it doesn’t belong,” Richard turned to frown at Eddie but handed over the helmet.

“I’ll think about it. Have a nice weekend.” Eddie smiled at the security guard.

“Tell Margot I hope her first year at school went well, bye Rich,” you waved and followed them outside to his bike.

Eddie handed you the helmet and pulled the keys from his pocket. Venom purred in the back of his mind. They were excited, just like you were. They also really like how easily you just touched Eddie. You slipped on the helmet and flicked the visor up.

“Do I look cool, or do I look fucking cool?” You laughed, cheeks a bit smooshed together like a chipmunk.

“You look pretty fucking cool,” Eddie grinned, mounted the bike, and patted the space behind him.

You climbed on and scooted around until you were plastered against their back, arms firmly wrapped around his waist. The engine roared to life and Eddie gunned it down the road, weaving in and around traffic. Your excitement and thrill spiked with every turn or whenever Eddie gunned it. Venom let out a pleased rumble at a red light at one point, slipping out of Eddie’s torso and gripping your hand. You hummed, seemingly not noticing Eddie still had both hands on the handlebars.

At the bar, you ordered a large glass of red wine, while Eddie ordered a light beer. Venom didn’t care for the malty taste of other beers. They preferred a more metallic taste.

Talking with you was easy. Well you seemed to do most of the talking. Anything that seemed to come to your mind you talked about. You asked a lot of questions about Eddie. Why was he here? What did he want in life? What was better, chocolate or sex? You smelled like excitement, red wine, and coconut chapstick.

[WHY DOES SHE KEEP DOING THAT?]

Doing what?

[NIBBLES KEEPS HOLDING HER DRINK BY THE TOP.]

True, between touching nearly any surface with one hand, your other hand was firmly planted on top of your drink. It was only moved when you took a sip. Were you concerned someone was going to spike your drink?

[WE WOULDN’T DO THAT.] Venom hissed at Eddie.

It’s probably just a habit.

“You okay?” He asked, eyeing the glass.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sorry force of habit. They really drill you about drink safety at college and those kinds of things really stick with me,” You gave him your nervous laugh. “I actually saw this thing on Instagram the other day about…”

[WHY DOES SHE KNOW SO MUCH ABOUT DRUGS?]

Have you not been listening?

[WE WERE BUT IT IS VERY CROWDED AND LOUD HERE.]

“Eddie?” You touched his thigh.

“Sorry, what?” He shook his head and refocused on you.

“I, uh, was wondering if you wanted to come back to mine for takeout or something? It’s getting a bit too crazy here for me.” You did the same nervous laugh you did last night.

Venom’s lizard brain immediately zeroed in on the ‘or something’ part of your question.

“Yeah, do you like Thai? There’s a really good place near your apartment.” Eddie tried to focus on something other than Venom’s lust.

Fuck, had you noticed? Technically he wasn’t supposed to know where you lived yet. You didn’t know they were Venom.

“I’m down for anything at this point, I could eat a horse,” you grinned and slid the empty glass down the bar.

~~~~~~~~~~~o0o~~~~~~~~~~~

You weren’t lying about being hungry. With each skillful slurp of noodles, you seemed to only eat faster. They were sitting on your tiny couch that you somehow squeezed into this studio apartment along with a queen-sized bed. That didn't leave much space for anything else, but you’d done quite a lot with the space you had. Beyond the couch and bed, you shoved two bookshelves and a small desk and chair into the room. You had said that despite the rough area, this was one of the only places not in Oakland that offered a private kitchen and bathroom. Eddie hadn’t thought about that in a while, but yeah SF was fucking expensive.

“But yeah, last night was super weird amazing. I kinda thought the dude was a myth, but then they just appeared out of nowhere.” You chewed your noodles thoughtfully.

“The Demon of San Francisco?”

[VENOM]

“Yeah, Venom. They were cool,” you smiled.

[NIBBLES IS COOL. SHE HAS GOOD TASTE.]

“I know,” Eddie smiled and took the last bite of his own noodles.

“Have you met them?” You asked, excitement buzzing in the air.

“Yeah, more than once,” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Do you want dessert?” You asked suddenly.

[YES, YOU.]

“Sure,” Eddie grinned and watched you take the empty containers into your kitchen.

[EDDIE.]

“What?” He whispered.

[LOOK AT HER SHARK.]

Venom whipped their head towards your bed. A huge plush shark laid on your bed. Like your backpack, that thing also had a huge set of flappy teeth. Eddie smirked.

“So I’ve raided my stash, and I’ve got snack sized Kit Kats, a pack of dark chocolate Reese’s, or some dark York mint patties.” You walked back into the room with a jar full of candy bars.

[GIVE US THE WHOLE JAR NIBBLES.]

“The mint ones sound good,” Eddie smiled.

You set the jar on the floor and folded yourself onto the couch, tucking your legs under you, facing them. You also grabbed a York candy and started unwrapping it. The silver foil crinkled as your fingers ripped the packaging, mimicking another kind of foil ripping. The moment your teeth met the chocolate, your eyes met Eddies’.

[DO YOU SMELL THAT EDDIE?]

Eddie took a bite of his own candy, feeling Venom taste the dark chocolate. You continued to stare at them. The lust in the air grew.

[KISS HER.]

Stop.

[PUSSY.]

Shut up.

Eddie had been so caught up in trying to force Venom down, that he’d missed you move across the couch. Venom didn’t miss that though. They took control and crashed Eddie’s lips into yours. You tasted like the candy, sweet and minty, and a bit like peanuts from the Thai food. Their hands wrapped around your hips and pulled you onto Eddie’s lap. Your hands ran through his hair. Venom pulsed under the surface Eddie’s skin, egging him on.

You were really going for it. Your mouth slanted over Eddies, tongue battling with his for some kind of dominance that Venom refused to let him back down from. Eddie moved one of his hands up your back to caress your neck. At the same time, he pulled you down further onto his lap. You rolled your hips against him, moaning at the friction.

Venom was getting restless and Eddie felt inclined to agree. They’d be happy to move the current situation a few steps further in the direction of your bed. And apparently so did you. Your hands left Eddie’s neck and ripped the zipper of your jumpsuit down.

“Fuck,” your arms were caught behind you, trapped in the sleeve. “So much for sexy,” you huffed a little laugh.

“Let us help,” Eddie grinned but kept his hands on your hips.

In truth, they were totally fine with your arms being caught behind you. It meant that your boobs were thrust forward into his face and he could almost taste mesh fabric covering your nipples. Eddie kissed your neck slowly, his tongue traced over your pulse point.

“Bite me.”

[YES. WANT A NIBBLE.]

“Fuck,” Eddie whispered before he trailed his teeth over back over your neck.

“Yes please,” you grinned and rolled your hips against his again, reminding him of his growing erection.

[EDDIE DO IT. BITE. NOW. OR WE WILL.]

Eddie bit down over your neck. The scent of your arousal spiked. Venom was losing it. Eddie’s control over the symbiote waived and his teeth were replaced with Venom’s sharper ones. They bit you again over your collar bone, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark that would last longer than tonight. You moaned louder than before, which seemed impossible. They could only smell your lust and desire now.

“Bed,” you demanded, pushing them back into the couch anyway.

“You got it, Nibbles,” They growled, voice deeper and more rough.

Eddie, with the help of Venom, lifted you up off the couch and took the three steps to your bed. You leaned into them, kissing and sucking at their neck. Venom purred in the back of his mind. They turned and fell backwards so you were still on top. Your little giggles filled the apartment at that and you continued to grind against them. Finally Eddie helped out of your jump suit. Your mismatched mesh bra and lace panties were an interesting combo.

His mouth latched onto one covered nipple, while his hands delved into the waistband of your panties to massage your ass. Your hands scraped at Eddie’s scalp urging him with your moans and rolling hips.

“You’re wearing too many clothes Eddie,” you growled at them, but made no move to stop what he was doing.

Eventually you pulled him off your body and crawled up to the headboard. Venom nearly ripped Eddie’s shirt with their eagerness to get to you. Eddie threw off the last of his clothes and you bit your lip, staring at him.

[WE NEED TO TASTE EDDIE. SHE’S FUCKING DRIPPING.]

You’re telling me Vee.

Eddie didn’t need the symbiote to see just how fucking wet you were. You removed all your underwear and beckoned him forward, legs spread. He grabbed hold of your ankles and yanked you closer. You giggled again and he bit your calf. Both of your legs were thrown over Eddie’s shoulder and he began his assault on your core. He nipped and sucked a trail from your inner thigh to your sex. You were a squirming panting mess before he even had his first taste. Venom acted like a caged animal, desperate to at least take over his mouth. Eddie knew if you looked into his eyes all you would see are Venom’s milky whites

Fuck it, Eddie thought. He let Venom’s tongue form over his own. You gasped as their tongue lapped at your soaked pussy. Your hips moved against their mouth, demanding more. Eddie slid one of his hands up to your stomach to stop your writhing, but you grabbed his hand and put it on your breast. Venom flicked their tongue across your clit, while Eddie used his free hand to stroke you into a climax. You nearly came off the bed with the force of it.

Eddie reeled Venom back in for a moment, sucking your cum off his fingers.

“Holy… just… wow,” you panted, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath.

“That good huh?” Eddie teased, kneeling between your legs.

You scrambled to sit up and crushed your lips against Eddie’s.

“Can’t have you showing me up,” You grinned.

~~~~~~~~~~~o0o~~~~~~~~~~~

There was a siren going off or some kind of security alarm. Venom jerked Eddie awake, flushing his system with adrenaline. He struggled to breathe, but shook his head to see where the trouble was. The sun was just starting to rise, peaking through your curtains. It must have been early morning.

“Fuck, shit, sorry,” you groaned awake and rolled across the bed.

You fumbled to turn off your phone alarm.

“NIBBLES WHAT THE FUCK?” Venom suddenly erupted over Eddie's chest.

You screeched and fell off the bed. The phone went off again and you turned it off. Then in all your naked glory, just stared at them.

“Dudes!” You shouted and pointed at the two of them.

“Shit Venom,” Eddie grabbed the floating noodlehead.

“What the fuck dudes?”

“WE ASKED FIRST,” Venom hissed, eyes narrowing.

“Sorry, normally on Saturdays I do free senior citizen yoga in the park across the way. I forgot to turn my alarm off,” You ran your hand over your eyes and through your hair.

Whatever fear you had was gone now. It was from the shock of being shouted at first thing in the morning that must have caused it then. Your once racing heart rate was slow once again. You just smelled of sleepy determination.

Interesting

[WHAT? THE YOGA?]

No, she ain’t scared.

[WHY WOULD NIBBLES BE SCARED OF US?]

You did just jump out of my chest.

“YOU’RE NOT A SENIOR CITIZEN.”

“Yoga classes are expensive,” You half shrugged before picking up your shark plushie and crawling under the covers.

“Aren’t you scared of this?” Eddie shifted his position to lean on his elbow and side. Venom floated around his head.

The shark was pulled over your face, but they didn’t miss your flushed cheeks. A nervous laugh bubbled out of your mouth.

“Aw christ, just don’t look at my internet browser history, okay? It’s not really a first date sort of topic.”

“WE TOLD YOU EDDIE. WE TOLD YOU.” Venom growled, knocking his head against Eddie’s.

“What did you tell Eddie, dude?” You moved the shark away, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“WE KNEW YOU LIKED US. EDDIE WAS BEING A PUSSY.”

“Oh,” You yawned. “What’s not to like? You guys seem cool.”

“C’mere,” Eddie pulled you up against his front.

“Sleep,” you simply murmured, cuddling into his chest.

~~~~~~~~~~~o0o~~~~~~~~~~~

[CHHHOOOOOoooooCCCCcccclllllLLLLLLAAAAAATTEEEEEEEEEEEEEE]

The room smelled of chocolate and maple syrup. There was the gentle sound sizzling butter and coffee dripping. You were making breakfast. Eddie sat up to roll his neck and shoulder. He stretched in the bed before finally standing up. Venom pulled them into the kitchen.

You were wearing those massive headphones again. The tank top you wore was practically see through and the sweatpants looked way too big on you. There was a series of dotted bite marks across your neck from Venom last night, along with a few more subtle hickeys from Eddie.

Dancing along to a song that they couldn’t fully hear, only a low vibrating beat, you flipped a pancake. When you moved away from the stove, Eddie pulled your headphones off as you put the final pancake on the stack. He wrapped his arms around your waist and while Venom wrapped tendrils from his hip to yours, locking you all together.

“Mornin’,” he hummed.

“Hey dudes,” You sighed.

“GOOD MORNING NIBBLES,” Venom appeared to nuzzle at your neck.

“Oh that’s gonna take some getting used to,” You shivered and giggled at the same time. “Well unless this was a one night thing, which is totally acceptable. However I will have to rescind my offer of breakfast. Only nice boys get homemade breakfast.”

“EDDIE BE NICE. WE NEED THOSE PANCAKES.”

“I’m always nice Vee,” Eddie smirked and swayed you gently.

You pulled your phone from the pocket of your sweatpants and turned off your music. It was some song Eddie'd never heard of, not that he listened to much music nowadays. You left your phone and headphones on the kitchen counter, bumping them with your ass to get them to let go. Maple syrup in one hand, pancake stack in the other, you led the way back to the couch.

For while it was just silence. The three of you ate pancakes, Venom with a bit too much vigor, and sipped coffee.

“Are you two a couple or like just kinky?”

Eddie choked on his bite of pancake.

“EDDIE IS OUR HOST. WE LOVE HIM.” Venom bobbed up and down.

“Aw, cute,” you cooed.

“Vee and I have a kind of relationship. We aren’t exactly dating.”

“To each kinky fucker their own. I can’t really say shit. I got some impressions yesterday that you weren’t telling me the whole truth. I just assumed you were Venom. Not that you were two people. Like c’mon they’ve got pretty memorable feeling skin or whatever and they did that thing with your teeth and tongue and then you called me Nibbles.” You shrugged, like it was all completely normal.

“And you’re just cool with all this?”

“YOU ARE NOT SCARED.” Venom stated.

“What can I say? Hentai monster fucking porn really does it for me despite all the horribly inaccurate female anatomy.”

[SHOULD WE BE CONCERNED?]

I don’t know...

“Should, uh, that concern us?” Eddie choked out.

“Eh, it should probably register at about the same level as me just being completely fine with a polyamorous relationship,” You shrugged.

“AND EDDIE WAS CONCERNED YOU WOULD FIND US WEIRD,” Venom chuckled.

The patisserie was rammed. Every seat in the shop was taken up by people. I wasn’t sure what they were thinking suggesting this place for a date. Also this earlier on a Saturday as well. Eddie was not a morning person in the slightest, so why meet after my yoga class? After the first time he experienced my Saturday alarm, he and Venom decided that they would prefer to not stay over on Friday nights, opting to meet up some time on Saturday and staying over until Eddie and I went to work on Monday. It was a cute, effective system for us that had been working for months now.

I spotted them tucked into a corner. There were two coffee on the table already, but the second chair was missing. Probably taken by some other customers.

“Hey dudes,” I smiled and set my roll and backpack down.

“Mornin’ babe,” Eddie murmured, still a bit blurry eyed.

I sat down on Eddie’s lap and picked up my coffee. Venom released a few tendrils to wrap underneath my jacket. I leaned further against Eddie, noting the black earpiece. My tongue darted out quickly, circling the shell of Eddie’s ear and around Venom.

“Jesus, fuck,” Eddie shuddered.

“GOOD MORNING NIBBLES,” Venom snickered.

I leaned away and grinned. Eddie was so easy to rile up.

“What do I owe the honor of this early morning date Eddie Brock?” I sipped more of the coffee.

“Can’t we just take our girl out for breakfast?” Eddie picked up his own mug.

“I see no pastries or cake here my dudes,” I gestured to the empty plate on the table.

“YOU WERE TAKING TOO LONG,” Venom whined, or as much as the symbiote could whine.

“Well then I do so apologies Vee, but I got caught up in a chat with Mrs Chen about how nice Eddie’s last article was.”

“At least someone reads them,” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Back to the point, you are so not a morning person Eddie, I’m surprised you are even functioning enough to order coffee right now,” I smirked.

“We wanted to know if you’d go to IKEA with us. We need to get some new furniture,” Eddie rubbed the top of my thigh.

“Oh how fun, let's spend our Saturday in a crowded maze of arguing couples and screaming babies staring at display units,” sarcasm dripped from my mouth.

“You don’t have to come, Vee and I can go without you and eat a whole Diam Cake ourselves then.” Eddie smiled

“What? No, you can’t do that,” I protested.

“YES WE CAN,” Venom sniggered, knowing my snack addiction rivaled his.

“Can we at least go back to my place first and shower?”

~~~~~~~~~~~o0o~~~~~~~~~~~

The color combination of royal blue and sunshine yellow made me want to vomit. The uniforms that these people were forced to wear were horrendous. The warehouse smell in this place was also really unpleasant. Eddie claimed we couldn’t have just done this shopping online. That things needed to be measured. He also said it would be nice to go for a drive, and that part was true. It was nice to get to go on drives with my boys. Eddie loved revving the engine and Venom used it as an excuse to wrap the three of us together in public.

We are walking through the maze, Eddie stopping occasionally to look at the list on his phone. My fingers run over the different textures of the couch cushions to my left. I felt Venom vibrate against my palm, trying to draw my attention. We moved forward slowly, this time into a section of living room display units. I stopped dead right at the entrance of one particular room.

“Oh my god,” I gasped.

“What?” Eddie came up behind me.

“This is the vampire sex dungeon of my dreams,” I laughed, pulling him into the room.

“Vee thinks for a dungeon there aren’t enough chains or torture devices. While I think this is a single middle age vampire who hasn’t been laid in 50 years. I mean who has a fucking Marylin Monroe posters these days?”

“True it is missing the whips and chains, but the potential, it’s all here.” I plopped down on the couch, then grimaced.

“What’s up?”

“Regrets, I have regrets. This couch is sticky,” I waved my hands like that would get rid of the feeling.

“So the sex part of your fantasy for this room apparently happened,” Eddie snickered and pulled me back to my feet.

“Rando sex fluids are not a kink of mine dudes. I need to wash my hand now.” I held out my hands, careful to not touch Eddie or myself.

Eddie put his hands on my shoulders to ground me, then guided me back to the restrooms. I quickly washed my hands with hot soapy water. Before heading back out I also checked the rest of me, clear thankfully. I trailed one hand over the counter, careful to avoid wet spots, while my other fidgeted with the strap on my backpack. The crowd was starting to get a bit nuts and I swore if that baby was still screaming when we got back to the display units, I was gonna make Venom eat it.

I didn’t see Eddie when I left the restroom. That was okay. He was probably around here somewhere. I could definitely find him. I stepped up on my tip toes and peered over some of the taller racks of fake plants. Still no sight of him. I called out, somewhat loudly, but hopefully not loudly enough to attract too much attention. Venom should have been able to hear me anyway. I waited for a few more minutes. I checked my phone, but couldn’t get fucking reception in this useless tin hellhole.

After what felt like ages, I took a deep breath and moved forward. I could manage this. I was a strong, independent woman. I was dating the fucking Demon of San Fransico for fuck sake. I could manage fucking IKEA on a Saturday afternoon! I retraced our path back to the display units. There was no sign of Eddie. I called out a few more times, hoping that Venom would hear me, but nothing. I paced in the vampire sex dungeon trying to think of what to do. I could always make an announcement over the loudspeaker thing. Tell the store I’d lost my boyfriend and ask for him to be called to wherever I was.

A tap on my shoulder made me hurl around fist first. Gray ooze, not too different from Venom’s, caught my hand and formed over it. I felt the pulse around my skin. The man connected to the goo stared at me with interest. When I tried to pull away, the ooze constricted around my hand.

“Hmm, we heard Venom and Eddie found a new toy. How interesting,” the man studied me, eyes travelling over my body.

“So, you got one too huh?” I let out a weak nervous laugh, “Your skin feels different though, kinda like metal, which is a bit creepy tbh. Do you do that on purpose? And your silver, not black. Are the others different colours? Or do you only work on a grayscale?”

“Shut up,” he frowned.

“So are you gonna start a fight here in the middle of fucking IKEA? Or are you gonna take me somewhere? Did you hurt Eddie and Venom? Is that why I couldn’t find them? Pretty smart doing it here I guess. They wouldn’t get all big and there’s no cellphone reception.” I wheezed a bit, trying to keep my laugh in.

“Do you always talk so much?” the man began to drag me into the back area, out the public display sections.

Half built units and damaged beyond use furniture littered the area. It must have been some kind of load dock as well. There were huge opened garage doors at the far end. I could maybe make a run for it, but where the fuck were Eddie and Venom?

“Yeah, I talk a lot. Eddie thinks it's cute I guess, I don’t really know. Vee just says they like the sound of my voice cause I don’t irritate them. Though they did get really upset when I ate the last Reese’s cup at my apartment a few weeks ago. But it’s my apartment and my candy. I can eat it if I want. Vee didn’t talk to me for two whole days. He just made Eddie tell me things. Like that I forgot to turn the gas burner off one night. Or that he thought I looked nice this new black top I’d gotten. It was kinda weird. I sent them one of those stupid edible chocolate arrangment thing so Vee would actually talk to me again.”

The man finally stopped trying to yank my arm out of my socket and turned back to me. When he spoke next, his voice was different, rougher, and I saw the blurry off white cover his eyes for a moment.

“Why do you put up with those losers?”

“They aren’t losers, especially not to me. You know we may fight, but I’m not the easiest fucking person to deal with. I mean I’m on the verge of having a fucking melt down right now. I can’t deal with crowds, or weird textures. I obsess over weird shit. I’m surprised they put up with me.” Fear and uncertainty crept into my voice. Why did they put up with me?

The symbiote attached to the man trying to kidnap me took control. They were big, a metallic silver with red raised pulsing veins. Their lips curled cruelly over their razor sharp teeth. I was never scared of Venom’s teeth, but these ones, they really were trying to put the fear of god into me.

“Not so grayscale then,” I laughed, panicked tears surfacing in my eyes. Everything was becoming too much. “What are you called?”

“We are Riot,” the symbiote rumbled.

My breath hitched, “Nice to meet you I guess.”

“You will make an excellent meal,” their jaw unhinged, it’s metal tendrils on my hand lifted me off the ground. Oh god, I’m gonna be eaten feet first.

I slammed my eyes shut and I tried not piss myself when I felt a tongue touch my leg.

“NIBBLES IS OUR SNACK!”

I heard the roar, remembered my body being jerked around, before the world went dark.

~~~~~~~~~~~o0o~~~~~~~~~~~

The sound of steady beeping reminded me of my new alarm. The one I had to learn to use to not bother Eddie or Venom when I woke up for morning yoga or work if I had stayed over at their place. I groaned, my body ached. There was something hard and scratchy in my hand. I didn’t like how that felt, but I couldn’t let it go. When I peeled my eyes open, they were assaulted with harsh artificial lights.

I was in the hospital. My hand and most of my arm was wrapped up in a cast. That was why it was so scratchy. It wasn’t even a nice colour. In another second, I realised it was my dominant hand. My hand that I used to work and most importantly my hand for touching and snacking. The horrible stupid hospital gown also didn’t feel nice. The material papery and artificial.

“Hey, you’re awake,” my mom shot forward.

“Mom, why are you here?” I rubbed my eye with my free hand.

“Eddie called, said you two were at IKEA with that alien attacked and that you’d been taken to the hospital.” Mom explained.

“So drove all the way here from Fresno?”

“Of course sweetheart, I’m your mom.” She patted my leg carefully, “Also had to meet this boyfriend. First I hear of him, and you’re in the hospital. Really, I thought I raised you better.”

“I was gonna tell you Mom, just wanted to make sure this guy stuck around first okay?” I groaned.

“He’s real cute,” Mom smiled.

“Where is he?” I looked around, only seeing other empty hospital beds.

“He went to get some food, said he’d come back cause he knows you won’t eat the hospital food.” She smiled.

“What exact kinda condition am I in?” I rubbed my hand over the cast.

“Concussion, a couple of broken bones in your arm and hand, and just generally being a bit beaten up.”

We talked for a while longer, catching up about things in my life, mostly regarding my relationship with Eddie because I was hopeless at keeping my mom informed on the going ons of my life.

“You really love him don’t you?” She laughed after a particularly rough story about how I once took Eddie to yoga with me.

“Yeah, I do. Haven’t told him yet, not sure I wanna say it first.” I blushed at the admission to my mom. Sure I’d kinda been feeling it for a few weeks now, but I wasn’t sure when the right time would be to tell Eddie or Venom how I felt. They’d had it rough in love and I didn’t want to push them.

Soon however, Eddie was stumbling back into the room with a semi angry looking nurse closing the door behind him. My face lit up when I saw him. He was okay, tired looking, but whole. We walked to the otherside of the bed, dragging a chair behind him. The tray attached to my bed was rearranged and Eddie set up an array of my favorite snacks. There were even some of my favorite chocolates left.

“How ya feelin?” He pressed a kiss on my forehead and sat down.

“Better,” I grinned.

“Eddie, I thought you were getting dinner, not snacks?” Mom frowned.

“Mom,” I hissed.

Eddie opened a bag of crisps, “Technically these are veggie chips.”

“See vegetables Mom,” I dug my hand freehand into the bag and started eating.

“You would find someone to enable you,” she huffed.

“Yeah, yeah, I ate a real meal yesterday.”

“I’m going to get coffee and check out the cafeteria. Tomorrow I will cook both of you animals a real meal,” Mom smirked, rubbed my shoulder, and then left.

“Jesus christ, both of you come here right now,” I pushed the tray away and sat up further.

Eddie and Venom were on me in a flash. My good arm gripped Eddie like he was my life support. Venom pulled my body further into theirs. I felt my first easy breath since I’d woken up. Venom purred, sensing my relief.

“Thank you for being here, I know you dudes don’t like it,” I sighed.

“WE ARE SORRY NIBBLES,” Venom rumbled.

“We’re just glad you’re okay,” Eddie pressed his forehead to mine.

I laughed, sudden nerves getting the better of me. I ran my hand over his face, feeling the stubble and short hairs at the back on his neck. Eddie and Venom felt right to me.

“I love you, both of you.” I whispered.

“We love you too.”

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Reports & Repertoire 19: Power & Pleasure

Characters: Eddie Brock x Venom x Candace Miller (OFC)

Summary: A sex-filled chapter that fulfilled all the things I wanted to write for these three, and give them all much-needed pause before the big finale.

Warnings/Tags: Candy x Venom x Eddie sexual content. Smut. Dom/Sub, Threesome. Pegging. Ass play. Choking/Slapping.

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Candy had been distant, and Eddie hadn’t taken it personally but he didn’t like feeling so helpless. She slept a lot, a certain tension in her face that didn’t go away even when she smiled at him. He didn’t know how to help, he’d done everything he could think of. He’d done the classic flowers, candy, food and cooking for her, gifts of perfume and jewelry and it worked for a little while. He could get her to cuddle up to him and be content for a few hours, but it never lasted. He missed feeling so close to her. He missed her and she was right next to him. So he tries something a little more forward.

Trying to lose his nerves to ask for something from her while she was like this, he slides in closer to her in the bed and plants a kiss to her shoulder. Followed by another, a strong arm wrapping around her and cupping under her breast as he tried what his instinct told him she needed.

She had been awake and she could feel Eddie's wheels turning as he lay next to her. Her eyes hold her hesitancy as she feels his thumb brush over her nipple. For a moment he’s hopeful, it hardens and he feels her hips shift. But she brings her hand on top of his with a sigh. Despite the ache it began between her legs, crying out for release from the tightness she’d kept herself balled up in for what had been weeks now, she couldn’t be all tender kisses and soft caresses with him. Even though that was where Eddie shined when it came to being intimate.

“Eddie… baby I…”

“We don’t have to I just thought… I’d try.”

She can hear the disappointment in his voice. “I just don’t think I have it in me.” She shakes her head and groans. “I can’t be all, soft and sweet like you right now. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize I was just trying something. Ya know sometimes when you’re stressed you like it when we get all close so…” he drags off, not entirely sure the point he was trying to elaborate on.

“No, you’re right.” She agrees, sitting up in bed. “That’s the logical conclusion.” She shrugs. “I’m just so... tense and I have this weird,” she growls and fists her hands “energy I just wanna,” she shakes her fists. “It makes me wanna hit things or lash out. And I don’t want to do that to you so… I’ve pushed you away, I know. I’m sorry. You’ve been nothing but sweet this whole time.”

“S’okay. It happens. I just wanna help. Can I help?” His tone was so genuine she wanted to slap his sweet face. She was being a cold bitch and he was giving her everything anyone else could ever want and still here she was, not wanting to get his affection. What was wrong with her.

Venom felt the tension. “Candy?” He appears from behind Eddie. She turns her attention his way. “Is it violence you wish?”

“No.” She replies quickly then hesitates. “But also yes? Fuck I dunno. I just don’t wanna feel so small and anxious you know? I miss feeling in control. The confidence.”

“You feel the need to take your power back.”

She blinks at the opal eyed intuitive alien that makes the third in her technically polyamorous relationship. “Yeah, you… you’re probably right.”

“We have seen things.” He begins and Candy and Eddie both shot him a confused quirked brow. “Movies. Where the women take their power back from the men. Femdom.”

“You’re letting him watch porn again?” She looks to Eddie with the most amused face he’s seen in weeks.

“I can’t really stop him.” He sighs and shrugs.

“Maybe you could lash out at us?” Venom suggests, taking her hands that we’re still fists. She hadn’t even noticed.

“I’m not mad at you. You've been great. Why would I take it out on you?”

“No, but We’ve seen movies where angry women have men on their knees and there's choking and peg-“

“VENOM! Dude. Read the room.” Eddie rubs his face in embarrassment.

“We are!” He insists with a pointed tentacle. “Candy is a strong woman. In and out of bed. You are a submissive man in bed. She needs some… violence. Some dominance, roughness, control. We can give her that.” Be insists rubbing her thigh attentively but not pushing her.

“Is... is that something you’re into? Would it help?” Eddie asks, not knowing if he was scared of the answer or not. Venom whispers to him that he’s not. That’s excitement.

Candy remained quiet and contemplated it in her head. Eddie's face was soft and slapable, wasn't it? She grins to herself and she reaches out to brush his cheek. She did want to feel power. They were right. She’d been stripped of her usual means of feeling it and needed to remember who she was.

“I think… maybe I would.” Her voice is calm and even as she nodded thoughtfully. “I’ve felt so powerless. So… looked over and ignored by these men lately I just-“ she sighed heavily. “I’ve done it before, y’know, some dom and uh, ass play and, y'know. But are you up for it?” A nervous laugh escapes her as she feels a tightness in her belly grow more and more obvious.

“Oh, hell be fiiiine” Venom exhalations and gives Eddie's butt a little slap as he quivers with laughter.

“That something you’re into Eddie? Baby?” She coos softly at his wide eyes. “Getting handled and treated like you’re just some hunk of meat to play with? Or knowing you’re serving me well by letting me fuck you hard and take out my aggression on you? Huh?” Her thumb trails over his lip as she speaks, seeing Venom stroking back Eddie's messy ruffle of hair on the crown of his head.

Eddies cheeks flush and venom beams.

“He likes getting held down and fucked.” He confesses for Eddie.

“Dude…” his embarrassment and arousal from candy’s deep voice cooing at him had him flustered.

“I can do that. Have before y’know. Put boys like you in their place. With Venoms help I’m sure we could have a night to remember.”

“The possibilities are endless.” Venom chimes in and reaches out to caress Candy's cheek.

“I...yeah, y’know…” Eddie's eyes shift as the two sets of knowing and more dominant ones look down at him. “I like it rough from time to time.” He shrugs.

“You have a safe word?” Candy asks as she grabs the edge of the covers.

“This little slut doesn’t need one.” Venom trills happily and moves the blankets off the bed. “He can take anything you give him.” He gives a long lick up Eddie's neck. The look of amusement and playfulness in Candy's eyes made the chance of being vulnerable worth it.

“I like to hear that.” She purrs, getting out of bed and moving the end of it. “First things first.” She states with her posture straight again and a pointed finger demanding.”Bring that pretty boy over here Venom.” Her brow sits as low as her voice travels and Eddie falls into place easily being controlled by Venom.

He sits at the edge of the bed, soft t-shirt and boxers on and growing tighter as he sees Candy's hands moving across her chest as she looks him up and down. “Bind his wrists together.” Her voice drops low and breathy, his forearms snapped together behind his back in a second with a bewildered looking Eddie. “Nah, in front. I want him to be able to use them.”

They both obey her commands.

“Maybe.” She smiles and walks towards him, a simple nightgown still on, fingers rubbing through his hair, looking over his face that showed his age but was still devastating. She hums and gets her mind in the right space while a happy Eddie enjoys being pet on. “Let’s get you naked.” She whispers into his ear, punctuating it with a kiss. “I’ve missed you baby boy. Lemme see you.” She pulls back and waits. “Venom, you know what to do with him.” And within seconds he was wide-legged and bare to behold for her as she bit her thumb at him. “You are one fine piece of beef you know that Brock?” She smirks.

“Thanks.” He replies shyly.

“And humble.” She huffs. “You wanna see me now baby?” She suggests with pursed lips.

“Yes. Please.”

“You do the honors Venom.” She says turning her back to him and standing proudly as his inky body covered her in a vibrating warmth, laps and licks at her as he did so, enjoying the new playtime.

“Beautiful.” He hums as he sinks back into a blob by Eddie on the bed.

“You’re so good to me boys.” Her voice is warm and sweet like caramel, her words annunciations to show what she said was important but delivered with a loving tone. “So I’ll be good to you, okay?” It was rhetorical but an in sync nod from both makes her smile. Their eyes watched her hands roam and touch her bare skin. “You like you watch?” She asks softly, turning and tweaking her nipples, moving her hips and teasing as she bent over.

“Mmm hmmm.” Eddie murmurs with a gulp and Venom begins to drool with a panting tongue.

She spreads her pussy lips apart, presenting herself and rubbing her clit a few strokes to get a satisfied hum out of herself before turning to play with her breasts again. “Looks like you do.” She whispers, a foot fondling Eddies balls as his cock grew. “I love watching you get hard for me.” She pays his face no mind which is now slack with content. “But I like feeling it more.” She pauses and gets on her knees. “In my mouth.” She kisses his tip before taking him in to feel the softness turn to the solid veiny pleasure giver she knew she would use well tonight. She murmurs and suckles only lightly, feeling him push towards her throat.

“You like feeling us get hard for you? Feel us... filling you up?” Venom suggests as the white veins in his mobile body start to pulse.

Candy flashes sultry eyes up to his and nods. Eddie whimpers at the exchange.

“Like you Eddie. When I push down your throat. Remember?” He echos in Eddie's head as he swallows audibly.

She hovers over him with an extended tongue to trace his underside from his balls to his head. “I want you so fucking hard it hurts baby. Make a cock ring around this lovely cock Venom. Nice. And. Tight.”

Eddie whines, now viced and feeling his blood rush as Candy traces his bulging veins with her tongue.

“I do love a man sounding helpless.” She gives a broad lick up his shaft before wrapping her lips around his heavy balls as best she could. “Love it when you moan and whine and whimper for me baby boy.” She pushes him to his back, legs bent by forcing his knees up and nuzzles her face between his legs. Venom floats forward to watch her enjoy the feeling of Eddie tensing at her touch. She kissed his thick thighs, nibbles before sucking his balls noisily again, his dick twitching for her now.

“Yes, we love this. Don’t we Eddie?” Venom rests against his strong thigh, watching and pulling Candy's hair out of her face. “Tell her.” He orders.

“Feels so good Candy, baby, it does.” rushes out as her mouth wanders farther south.

“If you want him to moan, this is the way.” Venom grins and lets his enormous tongue out and lick up the middle of Eddie's body.

Candy giggles and sees Eddie's toes curl. “My dirty little boy.” She purrs watching Venom tease his hole while she kissed at his cheeks. “Didn’t know we were going to have this sort of fun tonight.” She grins and strokes Venom's head, tongue now pushing into Eddie and eliciting the sweetest moans. “I’m going to ruin you baby boy. WE’RE going to aren’t we?” She asks Venom with a nuzzle of nose to his side.

“I’m going to make you both scream.” He pushes back, forehead to forehead with her. “I’m going to fill every hole. We’re going to be one tonight Candy. And you’re calling the shots.”

A thrill of cold ran down her spine and straight to her clit. “Fuck you have been learning haven’t you? My good boys.” She sighs and gives him an affectionate lick like he liked to do to her from time to time.

He takes the open invitation and pulls her close, kissing her, minding the teeth and he makes his tongue play with hers, filling her mouth and leaving her a bit dizzy from the intensity he managed to convey. It was wet, messy and turned Eddie on to see more than he expected. He could feel Candy in his arms, feel his lips against hers, her breath and moans into his mouth just the same as Venom did.

“Let's not leave the baby out of this.” He laughs as he pulls away. “I think it would be fun to see how hard we can make him without fucking him.”

A small noise of retort comes from Eddie. But luckily Candy didn’t have torture in mind.

“I could never forget him. Plenty of teasing for us to do to him tonight. She crawls up his body and settles with her knees on either side of his head. “Bring us up on the bed and lock his ankles in place. Hands above his head.” She orders and soon he’s laid out beneath her like a buffet. The stout and strong muscle spread under her did wonders for her visually. “These arms Eddie. She moans and bites her lip. Hands rubbing up against his biceps. “One day I’m going to have you choke me with them.” She nods in agreement to her idea. “Not tonight. Tonight you get choked.” She grins wickedly and leans forward to sit on his face. “Now be a good boy. Get me nice and wet.” She shakes his head by the hair at the crown and wrinkled her nose in anticipation. Eddie was a giver, and Venom wasn’t the only one with a talented tongue and hunger.

Both moaning and hips bucking he does as he’s told and licks, flicks and sucks away at her clit and entrance to taste her.

“Mmmph. He’s got an appetite tonight.” She taunts as he keeps his tongue out after she lifts herself off him. “I wanna try something new.” She chirps and moves, ass in his face as she gets into an inverted position over him. “I wanna tease you. Get you hard as a diamond…” she groans happily with a tracing finger on his swollen head by her mouth. “But I also want to get fucked.” She pouts and licks at the pre-cum leaking from his rapidly darkening cock. “Since you like to watch… Venom's going to fuck me, and you have to lay here and watch. While I have my fun with this beautiful cock of yours.” She takes it at the base and he moans from just her breath against him. “Fill me up boys. But let the baby see.”

“Yessssss.” Venom enters the play and forms a well-sized appendage that he sinks into Candy's already wet pussy.

“Fuck, you boys are big aren’t you?” She keens and moans happily as she gently worships at Eddie's cock.

He has to lie back and watch Candy get stretched and drip, tensing around Venom when he could feel everything just as intensely. Her moans against his sensitive cock were enough, the playful bites and kisses and roaming hands on his thighs, ass, and balls. He considers he should feel used but it only felt good.

She wiggles her ass at him, hearing him moan and whine her name and the gentle push of their third inside her. “You like to watch don’t you baby boy?” She feels him twitch against her tongue in response and gives a confident laugh against him. “Think it’s time we let him in on the action Venom.” She raises her body weight off Eddie and pants as Venom gets a few good hits inside her before he follows orders. “I want you to be honest Eddie.” She begins, moving to her knees between his legs. “Have you let Venom fuck this fat ass of yours?” She giggles and him a few good hard spanks with his knees held back to the bed.

“Yeah.” he answers bashfully.

“I have too so don’t be ashamed,” she kisses the insides of his knees. “But I think it’s my turn.” She gives a hard bite that makes him flinch. Before he can ask she gives orders. “Venom, you know what strap ons are right?”

“Oh yes.”

“And pegging?”

“Mmmm.”

“I want to wear you like a cock I can fuck Eddie with. You wanted every hole filled right? So you can fuck me, fill me up like we’ll do to our baby Eddie here." she slaps his cock. "Everyone gets a piece. But I get to have this sweet ass all to myself.” Her face reads with a dark excitement and Eddie can’t bring it upon himself to care as her tits graze his aching cock. Bouncing as she gave little pats to his balls to make him moan and slaps to his ass as she enjoyed watching the chunk of a man jiggle. “You want that you gorgeous prize stud?” She gives a warm smile and kisses his knees.

He gives a nod and a content sigh.

“Let’s show Candy those sexy moans you let out when I hit your prostate.” Venom grins and gives his human a loving pinch to his nipples.

“You boys have been naughty without me huh?” She gives a confidence wide knees stance as Venom encases her, giving her a cock much more real than any she’d worn before. She could stroke it and watch Eddie leak from his almost purple ringed member.

“Eddie is quite the little slut when he’s in the mood. We have a good time. He likes it when I make him pass out.”

“VERY naughty!” Candy gives an almost happy squeal as she leans forward and slaps his cock and then his cheek. “Leaving me out? So rude. I want to make you feel good too baby boy.”

“Oh, you do.” He answers with a tension in his neck. “He only does it when I need it. Like you need this.”

“Now we can all play together can’t we?” She leans forward and wiggles her hips to rub herself against him, kissing him before giving his thick lips a bite.

“Fuck yes we can.” A deep growl of a response from Venom before he began the process of making them both forget they were ever stressed out.

He slips inside Candy, a thick and long custom cock that he knew would make her eyes tear up with pleasure at its size and shape. He covers them both in a black throbbing web of himself. Every erroneous zone covered and being sucked at with little puckering suction like a sea creature on its tentacles. Nipples, necks, and lobes were all stimulated, the juices flowing from all parties involved as Eddie and Candy moaned into each other’s mouths, an abandon they’d both needed.

“Free his hands.” She moaned between kisses as they wrap each other up for a heated make out with messy tongues and porn star moans as they were stroked and swelled up to reveal every nerve for Venom to find. She groans and curses, pulling herself away to ready at his entrance. “Don’t you hold back Eddie. I want to hear you.” She instructs as his eyes roll back and mouth goes slack as she enters him.

“Oh fuck.” A deep gutter all sound that she feels in her belly as she spits on her hand and begins to stroke him to the pace of her hips.

“Not leaving me out are you?” She gives a deep teasing laugh to venom who had preoccupied his tongue with her chest.

“Never.” He grins and gives a long lick around her as he spreads himself to fill up the same hole she was doing for Eddie.

“Fuck.” A deep exhale from her, a warm tendril to her neck as she wanted to fall forward but kept her hips going. “Eddie you’re so hard baby. Fuck you’re both so… BIG.” She yelps as a strong wave of pleasure ran over her.

“You can take so much Candy.” Venom drools, purring as their bodies all worked as one. “She takes us so well Eddie. She's so hot… so tight around us. I know you feel it. You’re purple you like it so much.” He speaks aloud to them both, as they all move as one unit, all connected. He covers Candy's hands to keep her on Eddie's rock hard cock, engulfing it to make Eddie's eyes cross as he moves to cradle his prostate inside him.

“I’m not even gonna.. last long.” A cock drunk laugh escapes Candy. “You gonna cum hard for me baby? Maybe cum at the same time? Let me feel you so fuckin...unf… hard and tight Eddie fuck this is...”

“Fuck you feel so good. I’m close.” A whine from Eddie as Candy slaps a hand up his chest to get her balance then pushing it to his neck. “Choke me Venom. Make me cum you big mother fuckers.” She growls and Eddie feels her squeeze his thick neck.

They’re lost in it together, that final rise before the big drop. Candy's hips as fast and hard as she can use them, thighs on fire being fueled by Venom keeping her pace. Eddie moans loudly and it is the sweetest sound. He carries on between slaps to his handsome face and growled praise with her hand around his throat as she fucks him as hard as she can. She had an animalistic desire to pull every noise she could out of him. Their hearts raced and blood ran hot together. All three, in perfect rhythm as they peaked and crashed. Venom roared as he felt it all, Candy squirting, coming in rounds as he kept stimulating her, and Venom soaking it up like it was precious ambergris not to be wasted. Eddie came so hard he shouted, both crying out for each other and a hot mess of panting mouths and dizzy heads.

They shook and shivered together, sweat and cum and spit all ignored as Candy collapsed on top of Eddie. Both too weak to move their arms.

“Fuck.” Candy is the first to speak after a long pause of moans and groans and gasps. “Eddie… baby… you…?”

“S’good.” He slurs, accent thick and voice high as he slaps a hand to her back after a grunt of exertion.

“You will stabilize.” Venom coos and begin pushing back Candy's hair. “Sleep. You pushed your limits.”

“Roll me over please.” A tired chuckle from her as she realizes she can just ask for things now. “Tuck us in.” She smiles and pulls Eddie close. The blankets find them, Venom wraps them up close and pats their heads.

She didn’t dream of revenge and he didn’t dream of his worries. For a night they got to suspend it as they cuddled like kittens after being vulnerable together. It was the brief sanctuary that they’d needed.

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ellethespaceunicorn · 3 months

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WIP Game

Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @deandoesthingstome, @raccoon-eyed-rebel, @peyton-warren, and @blackwood4stucky. (A bitch is either popular or so late that I keep getting tagged. Either one works.)

I'm gonna add on things from my previous WIP List as well because (shocker!) they are still unfinished.

August Walker Series by accident or one-shot

Break Up With Your Girlfriend, I’m Bored

Glitter On The Wet Streets

Untitled Clark camping fic

Untitled Clark Kent x Reader x Arthur Curry

Untitled Peter Parker x Older!Black!OFC

Untitled sequel to There Is A Light That Never Goes Out (read that here)

Untitled Venom x Reader (x Eddie Brock?)

Untitled Walter lactation kink fic

Untitled HC!Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Something Old, Something New

In the Hands of Two

Untitled Walter Marshall x Reader x HC!Sherlock Holmes

The Lloyd ask I just got in my inbox that made my liver quiver lol

No tags because it's a Tuesday and the club's goin up, they say...

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lokikingofasgardslover713 · 5 years

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Eddie Brock/Venom Masterlist

Masterlist

Series

Arcane Beauty {Finished}***

Description: The reader has her own symbiote! The reader and her symbiote have been together for roughly a year & decide to seek out Eddie/Venom for reasons unknown.

Warnings: Smut, blood, angst, violence (M/F)

#Eddy Brock #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock x plus size reader #eddie brock lemon #eddy brock x reader #eddie brock x ofc #venom #venom movie #venom x reader #venom x you

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tilltheendwilliwrite · 5 years

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Honeysuckle

Chapter Four

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Pairing: Eddie Brock x OFC | Word Count: 2985 Warnings: Language, angst, sweet Eddie and Venom. Italics indicate mental conversations. Bold is clearly Venom.

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witchymarvelspacecase · 5 years

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Unknown Illness

Summary: Andrea is Eddie’s friend, and his assistant. There isn’t much she can hide from him, or is there?

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Sickness!Comfort/hurt!comfort: Angst(ish), Fluff(ish) Anxiety, depression, Mentions of sickness (unknown illnesses, throwing up, pain etc).

A/N: This is for my best online friend @writingwithadinosaur. She has been having a ton of shit thrown at her lately and need lots of love. But since I am on the other side of the country from her, I am sending Eddie & Venom instead.

Venom’s parts are bold

Thoughts are italic

For the fifth time that day, Andrea took a deep breath and shook her head. She had seemed distant and distracted the last few days, but heavy sighs weren’t her usual M.O.

Actually, now that he stopped to think about it, Eddie realized she’d been acting even stranger. His personal assistant had looked exhausted and disheveled for days. She’d been jumpy. She hadn’t eaten anything that he’d seen, which should have been impossible. They were together for very long hours everyday, he should have seen her eating multiple times a day, but he hadn’t.

“Her heart is beating faster than normal,” Venom supplied. He usually kept quiet when Eddie was at work, unless he was hungry, but V seemed to pay attention to Drea regardless. “I like her.”

“That makes two of us, V,” Eddie mumbled, leaning back in his desk chair, looking through his office door to see Andrea. She was slumped slightly in her chair, and seemed to be holding her head. “What’s wrong with her?”

“How should I know?”

“You know her heart’s racing.”

“I can hear it.”

Eddie sighed. He stood from his desk and walked towards Andrea’s.

“Hey, Drea,” he called when she didn’t look up immediately.

Andrea’s head shot up as if she’d been shaken. Her eyes darted around for a moment before she seemed to recognize Eddie. “Shit! Sorry Eddie. What do you need?”

“What- Are- are you okay?” Eddie stuttered. He wanted to ask what the hell she was sorry for, but he stuck to his original question.

“Huh?” She seemed taken aback for a moment, before smiling. “Of course I am. Just a little tired. Sorry about that.”

“A little tired?” Eddie repeated.

Drea knew that voice. That was Eddie’s “journalist voice”. The, “I know you aren’t telling me something, and I’m gonna figure it out one way or another,” voice.

“Shit” Drea thought. How much could she tell him without sounding like a whiny child? “I’ve been a little under the weather is all. I’m sure it’ll clear up soon. Anyway, you have a pre-interview scheduled in an hour, it’s across town so you’d better head out soon. Do you need me to come with you?”

Maybe she could distract him. He wouldn’t want her to come, because he had brought his motorcycle today, and he didn’t seem to like the idea of her riding with him. She could buy some time, find some way to explain the behavior she thought she had been hiding.

Eddie narrowed his eyes, assessing her. Andrea was his P.A., but also his friend. The fact that he got to work with her everyday was a godsend; no one else would have accepted his… quirks, as readily as she did. He wasn’t gonna let her off the hook that easily. He couldn’t risk losing her.

“Nah, I can handle it. I’ll be back before you head home,” he said. Making sure to catch her eye.

Making sure he saw her again before the weekend. Damn him.

“Okay. Be safe on your death trap,” Andrea smiled. Normally, there would have been a good natured argument following that comment, but Eddie was too focused on Andrea and what she could be hiding.

“Because you like her,” Venom supplied helpfully.

“Yes, we’ve covered that already.” Eddie climbed on his bike and revved the engine. “How long has she been acting off?”

“Mmm, this time, it has been 2 weeks.”

“This time?” Eddie asked.

“She is sometimes okay, and sometimes not. I only noticed after she started working with you, but it has probably been longer.”

“Shit.” Eddie came up to a red light and pulled up short. “What else have I not noticed?”

“A lot.” Eddie was about to pop off, when Venom continued. “She doesn’t sleep well, and is yawning frequently. She is paler than normal, and sometimes when she comes back from a break, she smells of sickness.”

“And this has been happening for 2 weeks?!”

“Yes, and several times before.”

“Fuck it,” Eddie grumbled. He took the next two rights and headed back to the office at a higher speed than strictly necessary. Fucking pre-interview could wait…

The office he worked in was small by most standards, but downtown space was expensive as hell. It only had one bathroom, and when Eddie returned, he could hear muffled sobs coming from behind that bathroom door.

“She has been sick, and she has an abnormally high body temperature. Why is she crying?”

Because she is hurt.

“Drea?” Eddie called from just outside the bathroom door.

“Shit! What the fuck is he doing back so soon?!” Andrea was crumpled on the floor, thanking the gods for the excellent cleaning service Eddie had let her hire, as she held her stomach.

Cramps and nausea had her incapacitated almost as soon as Eddie had left. Her head was swimming from pain and anxiety. Why the fuck was he back?

“And I didn’t lock the door,” she noticed as it cracked open.

Eddie was crouched in front of her seconds later.

“Shit! Drea are you okay?”

When she went to answer, a particularly powerful cramp swept through her, and all that came out was a whimper.

“I can’t just move her, you ass! She might have fallen and broken something!” Who was Eddie yelling at? Andrea couldn’t open her eyes to see.

“Honey, are y- can I move you?” Andrea managed to nod, and Eddie had her in his arms, then nestled on his office couch in seconds.

He sat on the floor in front of his couch, feeling helpless, as he saw Andrea’s face scrunch in pain. He reached up and brushed her hair back from her face.

“What can I do? Tell me how to help,” Eddie said quietly.

When she could draw a proper breath, Andrea answered, “I really wish I could tell you.”

“What’d’ya mean?”

A deep breath in. When it didn’t cause pain, Andrea said, “I don’t know what would help, because nothing I’ve tried so far has worked.”

“Well, what does your doctor think?”

A watery and bitter laugh. “Which one? Actually, it doesn’t matter since none of them can tell me what the fuck is happening.” Drea managed to sound angry until the last few words, when she fell into sobs.

“She is scared,” Venom said; he sounded pissed.

It took the better part of the night, but Eddie eventually dragged the whole story from Andrea.

It had been years. YEARS. And she still didn’t know what was wrong with her. Nothing helped for very long. She was afraid to even go to the doctor anymore.

“The worst is when they don’t believe me,” Drea said quietly, looking anywhere but at Eddie.

“They don’t- Why wouldn’t they believe you?” Eddie seemed genuinely confused.

“Because I’m young. And a woman. I must be exaggerating to get attention or meds or something. It’s happened a lot actually.”

Eddie was stunned, but Drea kept talking. “I expect it of people at this point, so it’s- I mean it’s not okay but I deal. The bad part is that what they say gives fodder to the voices in my head.”

“Voices?” Eddie jumped. “Does she have a- a thing like you? Is that why she’s so sick?”

“No Eddie. She is not hosting any of my kind.”

“Yeah,” Andrea continued, unaware of the internal conversation Eddie was having. “Ya know, that voice that tells me I’m better off not eating cause I’m fat. Better off dying cause I’m a worthless piece of shit. Then I start listening to them and that just makes everything worse.” Drea gave him a wet smile, clearly trying to make light of what she’d just said.

“She is not fat. She is not worthless. I like her. Who has told her these things?!” Venom all but roared in Eddie’s head.

“I believe you,” Eddie said. Andrea’s eyes met his, her brow furrowed. “I believe you. You are not fat, and I want you to eat. You are not worthless, fuck, I wouldn’t be able to function without you. You’re smart as hell. You’re funny. I do not want you to die!”

More tears were pouring from her eyes as Eddie talked.

“Now, you’re taking some time off to rest, and we’re gonna get a different view on this. Okay?” Drea nodded, a little shocked. “How much time do you need?”

“Well I can try and be back for the holiday, cause I know we get really busy and-”

“No. I asked how much time you need.” Eddie was so close Drea could feel his breath, and he was staring straight into her eyes. Her face crumpled against her will. Really, she had cried enough, but it was like she just couldn’t stop.

“I wish I knew,” she answered. It was almost a whisper it was so quiet. Combined with the tears pouring down her cheeks, Eddie felt his chest seize up.

He didn’t think, just stood, scooped Drea into his arms, and sat back on the couch with her in his lap.

“Shhhh, it’s okay, honey. We’ll figure it out,” he repeated the same thing over and over. “I like to think I’m pretty good at figuring shit out. The two of us together? Please. We can do it, no sweat.” Eddie ran his fingers through her hair and rocked her back and forth slightly as he continued to assure her, in soothing tones, that he was going to help her. And he would.

“Of course we will,” Venom agreed.

As Drea calmed, Eddie began planning. First of all, he would call Dan. If Dan couldn’t help, he could at least give him someone else to call.

Then another idea popped into his head. He’d have to run it by his publisher though, but first, he would take care of Drea.

“And we will make her ours,” Venom was all but nodding along.

“Dude,” Eddie thought at Venom, “unless you can help Andrea right now, it’d be nice if you’d shut the hell up. She doesn’t know about you.”

Drea had looked up while Eddie was telling Venom off. She caught an odd look in his eye. One she’d seen before, and had some suspicions about, but never questioned aloud.

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you looked at it, Drea’s brain was not firing on all cylinders at the moment, so the next thing that came out of her mouth was “Are you talking to your friend?”

Eddie froze. Venom didn’t.

A small, black, oozing head appeared over Eddie’s shoulder.

“Yes, he was talking to me. He thinks I should shut up,” Venom said aloud.

“Well that’s rude,” Drea yawned, still not totally aware. “Eddie, why are you telling your friend to shut up? Also, why haven’t you introduced us yet?” Drea rested her head on Eddie’s free shoulder.

Amazing how puking her guts out and having a massively embarrassing emotional breakdown could make seeing a slimy, pitch-black, alien head pop out of her boss/friend’s body not seem very odd. Andrea should have been losing her shit, but she just didn’t have the energy.

“Uh…” Eddie blinked rapidly, his eyes darting back and forth from Drea to the little Venom head over his shoulder. “This is Venom. He’s uh… well the most accurate term is Parasite, but he doesn’t like that.”

“PARASITE?!” Venom asked indignantly, “APOLOGIZE!”

Drea’s giggle took Venom and Eddie’s attention before their argument got too heated.

“You two are like an old married couple,” her giggle mixed with a yawn, making an odd and undignified sound. She closed her eyes, resting against Eddie. “It’s nice to meet you Venom. As long as you promise not to eat me,” she yawned again, “we can be friends.” She nuzzled into Eddie’s shoulder and nodded off.

“I would not eat her,” Venom stated resolutely.

Eddie chuckled. Well, that about summed it up. His weird alien parasite was friends with his best friend.

“APOLOGIZE!”

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