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naysaltysalmon · 2 years

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“You didn’t write about the part where Cleetus was abused by mommy, daddy, and granny! You didn’t tell the world how he was a scared, little boy – that no one cared about and no one came to save!”

I haven’t written a long text post in a hot sec and lemme tell u – it ain’t gonna be a quick one.

So, I just finished watching Venom 2: Let There Be Carnage (2021). I haven’t had any hope in superhero content – let alone Hollywood – for a while. I don’t keep up with it devoutly. The last time I can remember having a genuinely good time with new superhero content (without rolling my eyes at half the jokes, action, or character motivations) was Birds of Prey (2020).

The basic premise of Venom 2 is Eddie and Venom must sort out their differences to take down a serial killer who by happenstance acquired a symbiot. During the action at the end and throughout the film, there’s a bunch of “we’re not so different, you and I” blahblah monologues by serial killer man. Blahblah he reveals his shocking backstory that not only did he kill his grandmother, mother, and father as a child (without the help of a symbiot, unlike Eddie who has only killed people when Venom is in control), he did it because he was abused by them as a child. And then he killed a bunch of other people.

Oooooh, so scary.

...Yeah so what?

I was abused too. That doesn’t make you special.

Every serial killer, drug dealer, crooked politician, abusive parent in film and anime – and most fleshed out villains in new media if we’re being honest – seems to have this same backstory.

“I did all these things because I was abused.”

The implication of giving villains this backstory is always something along the lines of:

“How can you say you wouldn’t do the same under these circumstances?”

OR, much worse:

“There’s no way you can understand my pain, so it’s too dangerous to even approach or discuss in detail. Therefore, you are supposed to silently accept what I say, that this is the reason for my villainy, and unthinkingly destroy me.”

Now, I’m making broad statements using a fucking action-adventure superhero/Marvel movie as my main example, but ask yourself, how often are abusive upbringings embedded in villains’ pasts?

I’m sure you can think of more than a few.

There are many anime that have made fun of this trope. Mob Psycho 100 being one. I’m sure even Marvel has had their sarcastic American heroes say something similar when the villain is monologuing about their traumatic past: “So what? That doesn’t make you special.”

Regardless, I find across the board these plotlines are almost always treated stupidly.

Abusive backstories are used for shock value (I see especially amateur writers do this – in all types of media). Somehow it’s seen as “character/plot development” to write traumatic scenes or include abusive backstories, oftentimes in excruciating detail, instead of addressing it for what it is: Trauma Porn. These scenes serve to make readers and/or other characters sympathize with the abused character, to be more wary of them, to give them a reason for acting questionable or evil. It creates the illusion of depth without really exploring how such a backstory would affect a character outside of narrow-minded rules like “unspeakable pain = character/plot development.”

Part of this is just a general “get good at writing” critique, but I find with abuse, especially, the “””depth/development””” usually stops at the reveal of the abusive backstory and perhaps a declaration of it being the reason for evilness, and then nothing. Like that’s it. There’s nothing else.

Okay?? Like what did you do between the abuse and your sad adult life tho??

Like, yeah, it’s definitely true that the abused often become abusers, for a multitude of reasons I can’t cover here — Maybe you were never taught how to show love without also being possessive or violent because you never grew up with that. Maybe you grew to enjoy manipulating people because you think that’s the only way to feel good in your relationships. Maybe you keep getting into abusive relationships because you can’t figure out the difference between genuine caring love and gross possessive love (having never been taught), and the only way you know how to defend yourself once in that situation is to become a monster to fight the monster. I certainly haven’t always been a great person to the people I loved because of what I’ve been through.

I don’t dislike the fact that villains have abusive backstories.

I dislike the fact that the reveal itself is treated as a stop gap.

Like: “Oh, you were abused? Well, shit. As the hero who came from a kind-hearted and honorable upbringing, I can’t argue with that. I guess my only option is to kill you now that it’s too late to stop you.” Or even sometimes (more common in anime, I think): “Awww, poor baby, I feel so sorry for you. All your actions make sense now, but I guess I have to stop you uwu. Unless?” (Cue accidental death sequence and/or stupid and abrupt redemption arc.)

Listen, I watched 200 fucking episodes of Fairy Tail before quitting because of the CONSTANT SAD BACKSTORIES for every. fucking. villain. Like. No dude. Some people are bad even though they never experience hardship and are born in privilege. They become so disconnected from reality that they exploit people who are poorer or different from them because they can’t even understand an inkling of the hardships of common people. (Billionaires probably are sociopaths, let’s be real here.)

The abusive backstory trend seems to be trying to make villains complex and heroes simple.

But what’s my point?

Well, part of it is representation.

I’m nowhere near being fully recovered from all I went through in my past. It is very alienating, and lonely, and frustrating, and disheartening, to see the only outcomes and storylines for someone who was never loved as a child, who no one came to save, is villainy that no one takes the time to approach or understand – one that a simple hand extended in kindness is enough to cure them of all abusive tendencies or loneliness.

There have been refreshing storylines with abused/abusive characters in recent years, too.

I wrote a long-ass text post about Spinel and Steven when Steven Universe: The Movie (2019) came out. I wouldn’t read it, personally. The movie and the portrayal of their complex relationship wasn’t perfect, but it did something I’ve hardly seen approached in any media before, and I appreciated it for that.

I also really enjoyed the anime Banana Fish for its real, unglorified portrayal of Ash’s abusive backstory and the heartbreaking, lasting effects of it on his psyche, current actions and motivations. And even more recently, Meng Yao/Jin Guangyao’s portrayal in The Untamed (2019) not only asks the similar question, “How can you say you wouldn’t do the same under these circumstances?”, but demands from the heroes, “Since there’s no way you can understand my pain, are you going to unthinkingly destroy me?” Yao’s and Ash’s arcs even propose whether redemption is possible or desired by the abused once they’re on the path of revenge: If your circumstances are unwilling to let you peacefully accept the kind hand extended to you, can you ever truly recover from what happened?

In conclusion, I love morally grey characters with tragic backstories and villains who have depth. I don’t love conflating the two.

It would be interesting to see a good person/protagonist who went through the healing/recovery process by the time the story started and came out of it as the hero. But I guess most haven’t experienced what I and others like me have been through, and victims of abuse aren’t often given the opportunity to tell their stories on the big screen or otherwise.

Regardless, I’m tired of seeing tragic facts from my childhood used for shock value and nothing more.

I can’t stop other writers from using their own creativity; the trope will probably always be lurking somewhere. I don’t want to police what other artists can or should do with their art.

However, be less afraid to talk to victims of abuse about our experiences. We won’t always want to answer, or even be able to answer, but you never know if you don’t try. This principle goes not just for survivors of abuse, but anyone of a different experience or worldview than your own. Ask questions. Listen. Take notes. Thank them for sharing – or even for respectfully turning you down.

Truth is, I don’t like being overly outspoken about anything online. Even before the Twitter doxxing days, I was wary to share my opinions about anything in fear of locking horns with someone (Tumblr was certainly like that in the earlier days) and especially of revealing too much about myself. I didn’t want anyone to know I was abused, especially because I didn’t feel I could claim that title – for many reasons.

Well, I was abused as a child.

Do you feel threatened by me? Scared of your lack of understanding?

Do you feel endeared, immediately sympathetic and overprotective even though you know nothing about what I went through?

Whatever your reaction – I don’t care. It used to bother me a lot, how other people reacted to my abusive past. I worried how they’d see me after I revealed it. Even now, they’re almost always shocked. They look at me like a deer in headlights, or divert the conversation from the topic altogether. Whatever their reasons, you must realize – regardless of what happened in my past, this is just a fact in my life. I can’t imagine life any other way. It’s sad, but I also will never understand the full depth of that grief, never having experienced a happier family household.

My experiences and feelings are not universal to all victims.

Everyone is at their own stage of recovery and healing – they could be going further into a pit of mental and/or physical degradation, become an abuser themselves, or have so much support in their life that the long-term effects of their trauma are negligible.

It is not a simple “I was abused and I am now a victim” or “I was abused and now I am an abuser.” It almost never is.

I hope I’ve made every person who’s ever frozen up or conversationally diverted from the announcement of my abuse very uncomfortable, and scared. I hope I make them realize just how pathetic and sad their aloofness is, unable to approach another person in kindness and curiosity for fear of the imagined threat on their own personhood.

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val-made-a-mistake · 4 months

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Currently imagining a scenario where you and Eddie have some sort of split custody arrangement for Venom, and you have some sort of NSFW dream about Eddie, and Venom sees the whole thing because of brain link or whatever, and then shares this exciting development with Eddie the next time he's bonded to Venom

venom is definitely not one to keep a secret, for sure 😭 thank you so much for your request, i hope you enjoy. :) smut-wise, it's a bit more focused on eddie than my previous fics where it was either symbiote-focused or an even split, hope that's okay. this was SO much fun to write!

warnings: brief smut, mentions of oral f receiving, mentions of "striking" the reader but it's totally a misunderstanding, loneliness, mentions of eating people/murder

word count: 3.3k

//////

It had been six days since Eddie had left for Seattle, and honestly, you hadn’t been expecting to fall into this loneliness so quickly. Venom might have been keeping you company by providing you with an endless stream of commentary in your inner conscience, and the chickens were constantly squawking and squabbling and wandering the length of the apartment as per usual, so it wasn’t like the space was totally silent, but still, Eddie’s absence was more saddening than you thought it would be. Over the course of the six days, you struggled to busy yourself. Of course you preferred Eddie having a job as to being without one, but one thing you particularly hated was how vague investigative jobs were, so as a result, you had no idea when he would come back or how long the work would take to be done.

For the time being, it looked like you were stuck here.

Before he’d left, Eddie had asked you to babysit Venom and his apartment, and now that you’d been here for an extended amount of time, you felt horribly restless.

Feeling the weight of the quiet apartment settling in, you cast a glance around the room. The hum of the refrigerator seemed to amplify in the sort-of silence, and you found yourself drawn to staring at Eddie's belongings scattered around.

Your gaze fell on a framed photograph on the shelf – Eddie with a carefree grin, arm slung around your shoulders. The memories flooded back, and a bittersweet smile touched your lips.

As if sensing your thoughts, Venom's voice rumbled in your mind.

EDDIE IS DEFINITELY MISSING OUT WITHOUT US AROUND.

The symbiote's attempt at comfort was appreciated, but it only deepened your sense of solitude.

Sighing you folded yourself into a ball on the couch, tucking your chin into your knees. The TV in front of you was off, and you had no intention to turn it on. For now, it was okay to mull in the quiet.

You mumbled into your knees, “What do you think he's up to in Seattle?"

CATCHING BAD GUYS. KICKING BUTT. EATING SEATTLE FOOD. ZOOMING AROUND. ACTING PATHETIC WITHOUT US THERE.

“V, you and I don’t know anything about investigative journalism,” you put in gently.

Venom was, of course, offended.

I KNOW A LOT ABOUT EATING BAD GUYS!

“Yeah, but Eddie won’t let you eat bad guys in Seattle any more than he does here.”

It was at that moment that Venom popped out from your shoulder blade, miniature head scowling.

HE SHOULD!

“Wanna go get a bite to eat?” you interjected, effectively ending the conversation. “I’ll even let you drive, if you want.”

Venom grinned much too wide for his intentions to be anything but nefarious, so you quickly added, “No eating people.”

You turned fast and pointed to the pizza box sign in the kitchen. “Eddie might not be here, but that rule’s definitely still active while you’re in my body, okay?”

Venom, for lack of a better word with his gaping mouth full of super-sized fangs, pouted.

YOU ARE NO FUN!

I just don’t want to be involved in any murder, you wanted to say, but slimy, black, glittering goo was already wrapping and contorting around your middle. Venom was enveloping you, taking over.

It was a bit of an unpleasant sensation as Venom’s monstrous gooey head locked into place over where yours used to be, and rows of impressive fangs unfolded in your suddenly super-sized mouth. It felt like somebody had cracked an egg over your head and the yolk was dripping down your body. You weren’t sure if you’d ever get used to it. You had no idea how Eddie put up with it.

For how quickly his annoyance started, Venom seemed to get over it pretty quickly. He grinned and licked his lips.

I WOULD LIKE TO GO TO MCDONALDS.

//////

The room was shrouded in the quiet stillness of the night. The dim glow of a bedside lamp cast a warm pool of light on the walls, creating a cozy haven within the four corners of Eddie’s bedroom. You were in bed. Venom, for the first time that day, was quiet.

Under the soft blanket, your eyelids were growing heavy with the weight of the day's endeavours. You still missed Eddie, a lot, so much that your nightly FaceTime call almost wasn’t enough. Seeing his face on your laptop screen was just a further reminder of how far two states away felt, and how binded you felt to him since you met him — he pulled at you without even realizing it, like you’d been sewn together with invisible thread.

Hopefully he wouldn’t be in Seattle for too much longer.

The rhythmic ticking of the clock on the wall seemed to synchronize with the slowing pace of your breath. As the minutes ticked away, you found yourself on the threshold of the dream world, caught between wakefulness and the gentle pull of slumber. Not even the distant murmur of passing cars was enough to distract you now.

Closing your eyes, you surrendered to the sensation of falling asleep, gently gliding down into the abyss of dreams. Eddie’s bedroom, once familiar and defined, now blurred at the edges, transforming into a surreal landscape of colours and shapes.

As you drifted further into the realms of slumber, a sensation of weightlessness enveloped you. It was as if you were floating on a sea of tranquility, carried away by the ebb and flow of your own breath. The boundaries between reality and imagination began to dissolve, and the world outside melted.

//////

Sometime between now and then, you’d ended up bent over in Eddie’s lap, on a couch that felt just like his couch, but was ambiguous enough that it could’ve been anywhere. Things were slightly blurry around the edges, surreal enough to have you breathless, but real enough that you weren’t questioning your surroundings.

“Holy shit,” Eddie breathed as he tilted his head, carefully examining the swelling ass on his lap. Your pussy was dripping, there was a dribble of arousal forming, but in all honesty, he was a little scared to touch you, he didn’t want to hurt you. “I don’t think I’m getting a finger in there, girl. Wow.”

“Luckily, I’m not that fragile,” you responded playfully as you arched your back for him. Eddie bit his lip as this only accentuated the curve of your ass.

“God,” he whispered as he ran a hand up your thigh: he was able to break them apart easily, and he pulled one leg over his lap, wedging you firmly between his legs.

Even though you were already soaking wet, Eddie’s fingers ran over your dripping slit for a moment, as if he were admiring the way your pussy fluttered at his touch in front of him.

God, you could just feel how wet you were, and you bit your lip, anticipating for Eddie to lean forward, and—

Y/N!!!

In an instant you’d jumped awake: you’d sprang to attention without really realizing how you’d done it, scrambling for the lamp. “What’s going on?”

Venom was protruding from your shoulderblade again, bouncing even more than normal, very clearly in extreme distress.

SWEET GIRL. WE ARE RECEIVING VISIONS.

You stifled your yawn with your hand. “V, do you mean, like - like a dream?”

WE ARE RECEIVING VISIONS! RECEIVING VISIONS OF EDDIE EATING YOU! THIS IS VERY SERIOUS! WE NEED TO KEEP YOU SAFE!

Your cheeks instantly warmed, and you froze, scrambling for something to say. “Oh - oh, shit, Venom - that - I’m so sorry, but I really don’t think that was what you think it was.”

HE WAS STRIKING YOU! Venom snapped.

Oh my god. He really saw all of that.

You reached for the water bottle on your nightstand. “V, you seriously don’t need to worry about this. It wasn’t real. It was a dream. Nothing bad will come from it."

Venom was, of course, still hysterical.

IT WAS A PROPHECY! THIS IS BAD!

I wouldn’t mind if it was a prophecy, you thought selfishly before you could stop yourself, but you shoved it down. “Everything’s alright, Venom. Okay? Everything's fine. Let’s just go back to bed.”

I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR CARING ABOUT YOU, Y/N.

You were already sliding back under the blanket. “I’m not asking you to, V. I appreciate it.”

You hesitated.

“Just, uh, next time you’re bonded to Eddie, please don’t tell him about this, okay? It could make him - I don't know, uncomfortable. You know, I - I don’t know how he’d react to the prophecy of him supposedly hurting me, that’s all. I don’t want to worry him.”

(You were hoping wildly that he would accept, and you and Venom would never talk about this again.)

In a move you’d never seen before, Venom raised one gloopy, black tentacle towards you, and recognizing the movement, you extended your pinky towards him. Your pinky and the black goo linked together for a moment, signifying your trust.

Venom grinned, now bouncing significantly less.

I NEVER BREAK A PINKY PROMISE, SWEET GIRL.

You raised your eyebrow.

I TRY NOT TO.

You were much too tired for any of this, you simply turned over to switch off the lamp and finally return to whatever remnants of that dream was left. “Okay then. Goodnight, V.”

//////

It was satisfying to have everything fall back into the natural order once Eddie returned home from Seattle. You returned to your own apartment on the opposite side of town, but of course visited frequently, and Eddie was grateful to be back in a low-stakes environment once more, with a snarky symbiote that would terrify anyone who would try to harm him. Seattle had been thrilling, and he'd recounted the adventure to you several times, but now he was back to something familiar.

The job was done. He was covered for the time being. Freelancing was difficult, but for now, everything would be okay.

In the intervening time, Venom talked about you, a lot. Ever since he met you, he’d taken to mentioning you. But ever since you’d agreed to split custody of the symbiote, and especially since Eddie had disappeared for Seattle, he was talking about you even more.

I AM WORRIED ABOUT Y/N, he said one day.

Eddie was idly clicking through TV channels, watching everything from the news to a police drama to a basketball game zoom past, finding none of them interesting. “Why?”

I DO NOT WANT ANY BAD OMENS TO BE FOLLOWING HER. WE NEED TO KEEP HER SAFE.

“What makes you say that?” he asked, a bit confused.

Venom suddenly popped out of his shoulder, howling.

SHE - SHE HAS -

Before Venom could get any actual words out, Eddie was lifted from the couch as the symbiote rose and slammed his head into the ceiling, denting it severely and sending bits of drywall raining down from the heavens like it was a form of self-punishment.

As quickly as it started, Eddie had been dropped on the couch, red in the face and gasping for air.

Venom hardly noticed: he seemed to be in extreme distress.

I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL!

Eddie put a hand to his throat, still sweaty and gasping, forcing an inhale. “V - what?”

Venom was beside himself, now.

Y/N IS RECEIVING VISIONS! VISIONS OF YOU!

"Visions? What do you mean, visions of me?" Eddie asked, his concern deepening. Suddenly, he wasn’t feeling half-strangled anymore. His mind was racing, his thoughts a jumble of confusion and worry. "What kind of visions? Is she in danger?"

He couldn't fathom what could be causing you to have distressing dreams about him.

Right after Seattle? Right after he thought the work was finished?

I DO NOT KNOW. BUT WE MUST PROTECT HER.

Without waiting for further response, Venom oozed off Eddie's shoulder and began slithering around the room, agitated.

Eddie remained on the couch, trying to process this information. "If something's going on, then we need to talk to her, right? Figure out what's happening."

I AGREE. SHE IS PART OF US, AND WE WILL NOT LET ANY HARM BEFALL HER.

He paused, awkwardly.

BUT PLEASE LET HER KNOW I AM SORRY. I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO SHARE THIS WITH YOU, EDDIE. SHE SAYS SHE DOES NOT WANT TO WORRY YOU. SHE DOES NOT SHARE THE SAME CONCERN I HAVE.

It didn’t matter: Eddie was already grabbing his phone and dialling your number, fingers tapping nervously against his screen.

After a few tense rings, you picked up.

“Hey, Eddie!”

"Hey, we need to talk," Eddie said urgently, glancing at Venom, who was now wrapping himself around the coffee table, sticky and pulsating, in deep despair.

Concern filled your voice. "Is everything okay?"

“Oh, I mean, yeah, right now it is,” he responded wildly, vaguely aiming for nonchalant. “I was just talking to V, you know, and he said something, and - I just kinda wanted to call, y’know, see if you were alright-”

“Oh, I'm fine,” you confirmed, but you still sounded confused. “I don’t have anything going on today, so I’m just spending some time to myself. What did V tell you?”

Across from Eddie, Venom moaned in despair, a mere gooey black glob of depression on his sitting room floor.

SWEET GIRL, I AM SORRY!

“He said you were getting some disturbing visions, and not gonna lie, it kinda freaked me out a bit,” Eddie said sheepishly, hoping you hadn’t heard that. “I just wanted to call and see if you were okay, that’s all. I know this is random. Sorry. Just, with the nature of the last case, y’know, up in Seattle-”

It didn’t take long before he realized he was rambling again about the Seattle case, so he stopped. “Sorry.”

"No, it's okay."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, then a sigh.

Of course this was happening.

“Eddie, there’s been a misunderstanding,” you said. “Just, look - do you mind coming over? I’ll explain everything to you once you’re here. This might be better in person.”

Eddie was on his feet in an instant. “Sure, yeah.”

//////

Eddie rushed through the city streets, a mixture of worry and curiosity gnawing at him. Venom was bonded to him again, because he’d rather not think about the consequences of a depressed Venom lingering around the apartment while he was out, and the symbiote seemed to writhe within him with impatience. Or maybe that was just the motorbike rumbling underneath him. Whichever it was, he felt nauseous.

The symbiote had a tendency to jump to conclusions, but Eddie definitely couldn't shake the unease that settled in his gut.

Upon arriving at your apartment, Eddie knocked hastily.

To his surprise, you opened the door with a small smile.

"Hey," you greeted, ushering him inside. "Thanks for coming over."

Eddie nodded, glancing around your living room as if expecting something unusual. Venom, still on edge, clung within him like a sentient black backpack.

He didn’t want to come off as too eager, or too worried, so he just shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and hoped he looked casual despite the storm of questions brewing inside of him.

“So - what’s the deal?”

Deep inside of him, Venom was quivering with fright. As his gooey molecular form had to be closely intertwined with several of his most important organs right now, it was very hard not to notice the sensation.

You winced. “He’s just freaking out about nothing. There’s no bad omens or visions. I just had a dream, and you were in it. Simple stuff. Nothing to worry about.”

“It wasn’t a bad dream?” Eddie said, cautious.

You were definitely closer, now. “Actually, I’d say it was a pretty damn good dream.”

Eddie’s breath was caught in his throat. Out of everything that could’ve happened tonight, he definitely hadn’t been expecting…this.

He was a little confused, honestly. What was going on? The hairs on the back of his neck were raised, but he didn't feel as though he was in danger. On the contrary, he felt quite warm.

“Let me show you?” you offered.

"Okay," he bit out before he was conscious of making the decision, and you were stepping in front of him, and realizing, he closed his eyes on instinct--

The kiss that followed was absolutely dizzying.

There was something so particularly desperate about this: you were kissing, gasping against his mouth and pulling at his jacket, which made the two of you blindly scramble backwards into the apartment, messy and needy. The kiss quickly turned into a battle of control, with Eddie being the one to guide you forward, his hands on your hips. You bit his bottom lip in response, forcing him to open up and then the kiss was all about tongues, wet and sensitive.

You were on the couch when you finally broke apart, gasping.

"Baby," Eddie wheezed, his eyes darting across your face in disbelief, "I - what was that?"

"Is V with you?" you asked, instead of answering the question.

He was apprehensive now. "Yeah?"

"He needs to know I'm not in danger," you whispered, and you leaned forward to kiss him again.

It was much too chaste, and after you pulled away, Eddie was in mute astonishment for a moment.

His voice was scratchy when he spoke. "Disturbing visions, huh?"

You just smiled. "In my dream, we were on a couch, like this."

Eddie still couldn't believe this was happening. The anxiety in his gut on the way over had been completely forgotten now, blurring out of his memory, the future was an impossible thing, there was just this. This was all he had; this was all he wanted. "Were we, now?"

He didn't know what to do, but that didn't seem to matter, you were leading.

You nodded. "It was kinda hot."

"Kinda?" Eddie repeated dumbly, breathless. His voice sounded like a stranger's.

Before he could embarrass himself, Venom's voice rumbled within him, frustrated.

EDDIE, STOP BEING A PUSSY!

Wondering vaguely if this had been a trap all along, Eddie grabbed the nape of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. Your mouths roved together, and he took the opportunity to pull you over, closer to him. The curve of your bare spine was warm from under your sweater. He kept his hand there, roaming carelessly, drifting up to the clasp of your bra.

You seemed to get what he was going for, and then suddenly you were straddling him, and with you on top of him, he could no longer ignore how interested his dick was in the proceedings.

Slightly, just slightly, you rolled your hips against his clothed crotch, and Eddie choked out a moan.

Oh, fuck. He could feel the sweat materializing and running down his back. This was better than good.

(Venom was definitely going to tease him about this later.)

"What happened next?" Eddie mumbled, looking up at you, his eyes blown black.

You smiled, then crossed your arms and peeled off your sweater. Eddie shifted his grip, holding you by the hips again, and you tossed your sweater elsewhere.

Venom was going absolutely insane from inside him: it felt like he was rumbling somewhere around his large intestine.

DO NOT MESS THIS UP, EDDIE!

Meanwhile, you were, of course, oblivious to the commentary in Eddie's mind.

"I mean," you said, and your voice wasn't smoky like it had been before. It was just curious, with a note of teasing, like this was an everyday conversation. "You ate me out."

He pressed a light kiss to your throat. "Then flip over, baby."

Inside his head, Venom seemed to be having some kind of meltdown. Maybe he had just realized what the dream was. Maybe he was jealous. Either way, he was rambling in Eddie's mind.

SWEET GIRL - SO FRAGILE - SO SWEET - SO DELICIOUS - I NEED TO TASTE -

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