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raz-writes-the-thing · 5 months

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Sweet Like Chocolate (Venom Drabble)

Eddie/Venom x GN!Reader / requests are open

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

CW: fluff, making fun of Eddie

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WE ARE NOT A BABY.

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

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

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

I WILL ALLOW IT.

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

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

WE WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU.

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

“We’re doing that, buddy,” you reply.

YOU ARE FAR NICER THAN EDDIE. EDDIE IS MEAN.

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

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

EDDIE’S AN ASSHOLE.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re a sweet thing, V.”

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

“Like chocolate, yes?”

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

“Like chocolate.”

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whiskeynwriting · 1 year

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PLSPLSPLSPLS WRITE FOR VENOM I WOULD ACTUALLY COMBUST

I meannn... if you insist.

Mine Tonight

Eddie/Venom x Female Reader

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Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Jealousy/angst, established relationship, dirty talk, size kink, spit kink, dacryphilia, mentions of spanking, some sadism, mentions of oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, monster fucking, mentions of anal sex, mentions of aftercare

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A/N: I would like to apologize to the monster-fucking community for any and all judgement I may have harbored. I get it now. I so get it now.

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He likes it; likes to hear your frantic fucking screams when he shoves himself inside. Likes to hear and see you cry, watching your body take him. Likes when you wrap yourself around him in your shivering human skin only to fall back down when he presses himself to your chest. The way you move is mesmerizing; he likes to see you crumble and fall apart because of him. Because he knows it's him, it's him.

He's consumed by it, his mind forgetting the part of Eddie that keeps him alive. When he's like this, when you're like this, it's only you, only the two of you. You're the only thing that makes him feel alive and worth it because you're his to attack and wreck and fucking ruin. And at the same time to keep. To keep safe and happy and sane.

"V-Venom," You cling to him, or you try to, anyway.

"Venom." It's a soft word, the way it's spoken, the way your croaking voice breaks when he shoves himself in to the hilt.

Eddie gets jealous. He doesn't like seeing Venom like this, but at the same time, he understands. You're not just his, you're theirs.

"Tiny," He growls, his tongue flailing out before falling onto your face, capturing your jaw and licking up the side of your cheek.

There's drool and sweat and cum, all over your face and neck, your body. You can't tell if it's his or Eddie's but it's likely both.

"Tiny, little thing." He says, the words a low vibrational hum through his chest. "And so very good."

His words make you whine, taking the breath from your lungs, or is it the bulk of him throbbing inside? Your eyes shut, head pressing back into the pillows at the top of your bed. Back arching, Venom’s claws curl around your midsection, holding you up, holding you close. You’re fisting the bedsheets, the pleasure he brings overwhelming your body.

It’s the flop of his tongue on your face again that prompts your lids to flutter, drunken eyes opening to stare up at him. Milky white orbs, the tears in his head that resemble eyes, cloud your vision. The roughness of his tastebuds drag across the skin of your cheek, the tip of his tongue sliding gently across your lips. And while holding his direct gaze, you open your mouth, welcoming it in. And as soon as it is, your mouth closes, sucking on it.

Again, you can’t help but close your eyes, feeling his thrusts slow to sensual and deep ruts directly into your pelvis. The growl that emanates from him is ungodly, otherworldly, the rumble of it shuttering through your body.

Some days, Eddie wanted you to himself. Other days, they wanted to share you. And just as often, Venom claimed you for his own. This was one of those times.

Eddie found himself envious, angry, almost. Even if he allowed his symbiote this time with you, it wasn’t always easy. But he’d be damned to deny it didn’t turn him on. Watching you react to Venom was breathtaking. Sucking on his tongue the same way you’d suck on Eddie’s cock, your body writhing beneath the bulk of the slick monster taking over his body.

Venom retracts his tongue, nudging the smooth slope of his forehead over your cheek. Lowly, he grumbles, “Eddie misses you…”

Smiling languidly, your hands find the monster’s shoulders, nails dragging hard enough to force another noise from him. “Does he?”

He doesn’t answer you directly; Venom also was not immune to jealousy. “You are mine tonight.”

“I know,” You’re sighing, but a sharp whine is punched from your throat when he snaps his hips against you. “Venom!”

“Say it,” He demands, handling you roughly once again. “Say it to me - say it to Eddie.”

They were both protective over you. And while they were technically one, they sometimes couldn't help but want you to themselves. Truthfully, you loved it, reveled in it. Sometimes, making one of them jealous was exciting.

Grinning widely, you open your eyes, looking up at your enormous lover. And you know you’re looking at Eddie now.

“I’m Venom’s tonight.”

It makes Eddie’s blood boil with rage. You can almost feel it.

An enormous groan erupts from Venom’s throat, his tongue diving into yours. You feel like you can't even breathe, your body bursting to its limit. And he feels so differently than Eddie. He’s bigger, thicker, veinier.

You’re gonna fucking break her. Eddie can’t keep himself quiet inside Venom’s head.

“Good.” Verbally, Venom responds, the word quick to come out. But you whine when his tongue is gone, prompting the dripping wet muscle to slide back into your mouth.

Seeing you give into him like this was incredible, indescribable. Venom loved to hear your cries, loved to feel the slick suck of your cunt when it tried desperately to take him in. After so long, it wasn’t as difficult. Not when he’d licked you raw, not when his tendrils slithered up your stomach to pluck at your nipples.

You are such a giving thing, such a patient thing, so eager to comply and give Venom what he wants, anything he wants. His size and strength made you wet just from looking at him, how could you not give in?

At first, your tears were from pain. Sometimes, it really hurts, fucking stings, especially when he’s pounding directly into your body. But it’s not long before that rush of pain turns into sweet, debilitating pleasure.

He doesn’t mean to, but he scrapes you, his claws digging in enough to just barely draw blood. He’ll lick them later, caress you with his tongue while he holds you in his arms. After you had sex with Venom, your time with him didn’t stop there. He’d stay out long enough to cuddle you, hold you, care for you. He was always so grateful for this special time he got to spend with you, with only you.

Venom’s drool drips into your face, his tongue slithering out of the hot cavern of your mouth. You’re gasping for air, fisting the bedsheets when he’s too far away to reach. Angling himself downward, the thickness of him splits you apart, his claws holding the bowl of your pelvis up for him.

“V-Vee,” Your hand reaches out, palm pressing limply against the bulging muscles of Venom’s lower stomach.

Immediately, an extra tendril is on your hand and curling around your wrist. In the blink of an eye, he’s slamming your hand into the bed and away from his inky skin, his grunts becoming more animalistic.

“You know better.” Venom hisses, eyes squinting at you.

The first time he fucked you, he was surprisingly gentle, almost timid. He didn’t want to hurt you. But now? He loves it; he loves leaving marks on you, stretching you wide around the girth of him until you’re crying, licking your cunt until it’s puffy and raw and reveling in the way you scream until your voice is hoarse.

You’ve been with them long enough to know what to expect. Eddie likes when you’re on all fours, using his dominant hand to press your face into the bed. He’ll spank you if he’s worked up enough, but more often than not, he was fairly gentle, and always passionate. Making you cum was a must for him, whether it was on his cock or his fingers, he didn’t care. And neither did you. But Venom? Venom was… different. After that first time, he was rough, rough like he hated you. It’s always missionary with him, he likes watching your face crumple with pleasure, your body seizing up around his thick waist and pelvis. This way, he could lick you, too, and he loved to lick your face. It was almost like his version of kissing, his version of admiring you in the most feral way.

But when they’re together, they overwhelm you. Eddie is always between your legs, fucking you brainless while Venom’s tendrils slide between your cheeks. It took a while to open you up back there, but Venom was patient. He always is. And then he’d snake a couple toward your tits, pinching your nipples while another rubbed your clit. And Eddie would kiss you breathless, swallowing your moans while you laid there, suffocated by the two of them.

“Oh…” He’s growling, his chest heaving. “Can you hear it? Can you hear it, you little thing?”

“Hm?” You’re whining, gasping when he hisses above you.

“Listen to it,” And then his tongue is roaming the column of your neck, spit dripping over your open mouth when it retracts. “Your body, it’s opening up for me…”

“Venom,”

In truth, you’re the light of his life, of their life. It would be meaningless without you.

“Please.”

“You want it, don’t you?” The wet noise of your colliding sexes continues to fill the air, the loud squelch of your welcoming walls. “Don’t you?”

“Yes!” It comes out as a wail, your back arching up from the bed. Using your dominant hand, you lift it over your head, placing your palm against the headboard.

Everything feels raw, you’re aching. He’s been ruining you for hours, literal hours, soaking your bed with every ounce of wetness the two of you have. You can feel him in your stomach, you’re sure you can. He’s grown in size since the first time, his head constantly tilting down to watch you stretch.

After he receives your answer, he’s fucking you like he’s gone mad. Leaning over, he towers above your pliant and sweaty form, slamming himself into the delicate channel between your legs. You’re shocked you’ve been able to withstand him for this long.

“Venom, baby…” Smoothing your hands over the bulk of his shoulders, the firmness of his back, you coo to him. “Baby…”

It’s one of his weaknesses, something you like to pull out of your back pocket every now and then. It’s such a simple word, one used commonly in relationships. But to him, it was special. Eddie was always babe, but Venom was baby.

“Oh…” He’s faltering, breaths rough and right beside your face. “Sweetling…”

Toward the end, he was always soft with you. When his high finally came, he held you like you were his precious thing, his reason for living.

At first, you were extremely curious about this, having sex with an alien. How did that work… biologically? But honestly, it’s not much different than any other human. And you suppose that’s because of Eddie. The way Venom cums is generally the same, his white release spilling into you. He has so much more than Eddie, though, so much so that it leaks out from around his member every single time. Sex with Venom was always messy, always, but you really didn’t mind.

His body shudders above you, the incredible strength of his arms holding you tight. He’s licking your throat again, tongue rolling up to your jaw. He can smell the arousal seeping from your pulse points, and it only makes him cum that much harder.

He’d only allowed himself release after giving you yours. But one wasn’t enough for him, it had to be at least two, if not three. And he hit that lucky number tonight, his entire pelvis sopping wet from you.

The white noise ringing in your ears shields you from the incredible groan he releases, his head resting right beside your own. Grinding himself in to the hilt prompts your legs to open almost as wide as they possibly can, your muscles flexing for him. You’re breathing out choked gasps, feeling him knock your cervix whenever he’s like this.

“Oh my go-od,”

Venom groans, his body shivering one final time. But he doesn’t leave you, he stays pressed against your body.

“Mm…” He growls quietly, purring. Turning his head, he knocks his forehead against your jaw; a loving gesture. “Eddie is wondering if you are alright.” And then he’s smiling, chuckling. You smile too, exhaling an airy laugh. The way Venom handled you always made Eddie nervous.

“Yeah Eddie,” Nodding, your hands find either side of Venom’s face, simply caressing him. “I’m okay.”

With a refreshing inhale, you express genuinely, “I love you.”

The connection you have to them can’t be broken, it just can’t. You’ve been with them for too long, you’ve experienced too much.

“We love you, sweetling.” He’s purring now, the vibration rolling pleasantly through your body. Curling inward, he holds you even closer, his breathing becoming steady. “We do.”

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ddejavvu · 5 months

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

this post is 18+, minors dni.

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

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

Venom.

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

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

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

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

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

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darlingdekarios · 1 year

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buffet.

rating: explicit. 18+ only. length: 3,146 content: Eddie Brock/Venom x f!reader, symbiote involvement, is this technically a threesome?, tentacles, smut [v fingering, unprotected p in v, alien tentacles & tongue, double penetration, receiving oral]

the only kind of sharing Eddie Brock will agree to.

It was really only a matter of time before something like this happened. After months of a casual fling with Eddie Brock – quick meetups in your office at work had evolved into hours spent between the sheets of your bed, which had turned into nights of him crawling into his bed beside you. The frequency that flowers came to your office signed with his name had increased, his visits to bring you lunch nearing every day – the other people who worked at the paper with you had their assumptions. And yet, despite the obviously growing intensity between the two of you, there had never been an official name put on whatever was transpiring.

But tonight, the two of you had escalated things by going to a very public press fundraiser together. It was the kind of event Eddie hated – everyone in their fancy suits and dresses, signing checks not to be good people but to make others think they were so, the sticks shoved firmly up their asses as they ate overly-expensive and shitty food. While most of the people present got an idea of the situation when you arrived arm-in-arm with him, the irresistible allure of every dip and curve in your body in your sleek black dress had pulled in attention you didn’t want – or need.

It was Eddie’s final thread snapping that had changed the evening. While you were speaking with one of your old colleagues, his eyes had lingered downward far too long for his taste, and he had put the man in his place with a raised voice. Veins protruding in his temples and neck, Eddie had openly chastised the man for being so indecent toward you, and in doing so confirmed what most of the people in the room already knew – he was hopelessly in love with you. You’d watched on, cheeks pink as you bit into your bottom lip, watching him loudly stake a claim over you that you had to wonder exactly when he’d began to feel entitled to it – not that you had any arguments to present.

It wasn’t a surprise when the two of you were escorted out and refused a car service home due to the scene he’d caused, and so you found yourselves walking through the park to return to whichever apartment was closest. The chilled air was helping to simmer the anger that was boiling in him, and yet he was still walking with an intensity that quickened his step, his breaths coming out in frustrated huffs. Once you were fully removed from the lights and sounds of the ongoing party behind you, one of your hands found its way to grip his shoulder, steadying his movements for a moment. Slipping your hands around his middle you pressed yourself to his back in a gentle hug, your cheek leaning against the leather of his jacket that was warm thanks to the heat he was giving off.

“I’ve never seen you like that over me, Eddie,” you purred, using a quiet voice to soothe him into the relaxation you knew you could bring him to. His large hands came to rest over yours on his stomach, a deep breath releasing from his chest with another huff.

“I’m sorry to embarrass you like that, baby,” he relented, his hands giving yours a light squeeze. His voice was hoarse, rough from the shouting he’d been doing not long before, and yet you knew him well enough to hear the hidden worry his voice carried – he didn’t want you to be angry for hastening the end of your first real night out together. “I didn’t mean to yell, I just…couldn’t handle the way he was looking at you. I didn’t fucking like how anyone there was looking at you, like I wasn’t even there. Like I wasn’t right fucking there.”

“You weren’t the one in the wrong, and I don’t think there’s any question about who I was there with now, Eddie,” you cooed quietly, sympathetic to his rising anger, knowing you could truly subside it whenever you wished. “And you don’t need to be sorry to me. I…will never complain about seeing you that way…for me.”

And at the same time you were coaxing him into a calm lull, the symbiote attached to him was in his mind, its words infused with something primal.

She likes when we show possession of her, Eddie. We can smell it on her.

Eddie turned himself then, his arms wrapping to hold you against him firmly as his eyes searched for yours in the pale moonlight. His mind less clouded in anger now, he took in the red hue to your cheeks, the way your bottom lip had already begun to swell due to your repeated biting, the way your eyes had begun to darken – this was a look he was familiar with, a look he coveted. His lips curved upward into a smirk, a look you also knew – a look that meant he’d finally relaxed enough to catch on. The hoarse gavel to his voice did nothing to satiate the flaming heat in your own stomach.

“Seeing me what way for you?” he inquired, the answer already running through his mind. His hands found your lower back, pushing you forward into him so you could relish in his heat. One of his hands slid to grasp your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up toward his as he bent downward to lightly rub his nose against yours. “You like seeing me get possessive over you, pretty girl? Does it get you all hot and bothered to see me lose my mind over you?”

Pulling your lip between your teeth again you could only bring yourself to nod, quiet breaths increasing in pace embarrassingly quickly as he leveraged his proximity to you by allowing his lips to brush against yours. He loved to see how flustered you were for him – even Venom continued to mentally remark how you looked for them – but you knew what he truly wanted from you. Miraculously, you found your voice, nothing for than a quiet murmur against his lips.

“You look sexy when you’re angry like that, yeah…but what really made me hot was you getting so possessive over me,” you whispered, lips brushing his with feather-light movements as you spoke. His hold on your chin became firmer, his hand at your back slipping to grasp your hip. “Almost like you think I’m yours or somethin’.”

The taunt was intentional, he knew that, and responded in kind by slotting his lips against yours, beginning to pull you with him as he stepped backward repeatedly to disappear into the trees. Returning his kiss, you quickly found your tongue entering a dance with his, his hand sliding to cup your cheek into its warmth. When he felt there were enough trees between the two of you and the path, he pulled away from your kiss carefully, shrugging his jacket free of his shoulders as he went.

“You are mine, I guess maybe I need to do a better job at showing you that,” he teased, his lips connecting with yours again as he began to cover your back and shoulders with his jacket. Backing you into a tree he leaned down closer to you, testing how sturdy the thick trunk appeared to be. “But I know you like it, because Venom says it can smell how fucking wet you are because of it. I didn’t know you wanted to be mine so bad, you could’ve asked nicely, you know?”

“Eddie, Jesus, you talk so fucking much sometimes,” you whimpered, your complaint pulling a laugh from him as he began to trail kisses across your jaw. Your fingers bunched into his shirt on his chest, pulling him closer as you sought to rub your core against his thigh for any amount of friction you could get. His hands began to pull at your dress, bunching it up until he held most of the skirt at your hips, shifting his leg between yours to knock them apart.

“Try to keep quiet, pretty girl,” he whispered when his lips reached your ear, sucking into the delicate skin beneath your ear immediately after before he began to sink to his knees in front of you. “I’d hate to have one of those stuck-up assholes ruin our fun.”

Before you could question his intent, he leaned forward, running his soft lips along the inside of your thigh, inhaling deeply as each of his instincts screamed for him to. Keeping one hand on the fabric of your dress he reached the other to push your delicate underwear to the side, immediately diving into your wet folds with his tongue to test for himself how wet you were. Groaning on at the familiar honey-sweetness of your arousal his hand slipped to lift one of your legs over his shoulder, lapping against you as though it was all that had been on his mind for hours.

A quiet moan slipped from your lips, your head leaning back to the tree as your eyes rolled back – a good thing considering the mere sight of him on his knees for you was enough to make you scream. As his lips sucked against your swollen clit he slipped his hand back to your ass, squeezing firmly before running his tongue downward again. Fucking his tongue into you he released another groan before pulling away, placing kisses along the insides of your thighs.

“You taste so good,” he cooed, his murmured words of appreciation striking into you deeply, pulling another quiet moan from you. “All that fancy fucking food at that dinner tonight and not a single thing tasted this good.”

We want a taste, Eddie.

The low rumbling voice, no matter how familiar it had become in the last several months, always sent a shiver down your spine. Even the symbiote was conscious of the situation and desperate not to ruin it, quieting its voice to much lower volumes than normal – though only for the benefit of the humans, as if it were left to the alien, it would cherish your moans bouncing off the trees. Eddie licked another desperate line between your folds, flicking his tongue against his clit as he savored every drop of you he could. His voice was husky when he finally found it.

“I’m not the one to ask, V,” he explained, his hand pushing against your backside to encourage your core to his face where his tongue waited again. “I’m not so sure if she’s ready for that.”A cold, slick and slightly barbed tongue licked a surprisingly solemn stripe along the inside of your thigh, chasing the path Eddie had taken minutes ago now. Goosebumps raised across your skin, a soft gasp falling from your lips as your eyes shot open to confirm the sight for yourself. Venom, careful not to anger Eddie, stilled its movements on your thigh as Eddie fucked his tongue into your warm channel again. Your fingers found Eddie’s hair, tangling into the soft locks to steady yourself as you nodded your head weakly, struggling to find words appropriate for the situation you found yourself in.

“You…you’re both part of one another,” you replied, words shaking as you fought to consent through the waves of pleasure crashing through your body. Eddie could feel Venom reaching out to every inch of his body, soaking in the desire every part of them felt. As you managed to nod your head you found words within yourself again. “I don’t want to keep myself from any part of you. Go…ahead, V.”

Eddie’s mouth fell open in brief shock before he reached to connect it with your clit again, sucking against the swollen nib gently as the tongue on your thigh reached higher now. The cool, wet muscle eagerly reached for your dripping hole, experimentally swirling the tip around your entrance. When they were rewarded with the sweetest moan they’d ever heard a groan rumbled in Eddie’s chest, his own tongue flicking against your clit as Venom’s tongue slipped into your cunt, far deeper than any human could hope to reach. As Venom began to swirl its tongue inside you Eddie continued his attention on your clit, reaching his hand that didn’t grasp fabric at your waist to force his pants down, freeing his straining cock with a rough slap against his stomach.

The pressure built in your stomach impossibly full as your legs began to shake, Eddie’s teeth nibbling your clit gently as Venom continued familiarizing its own tongue with the taste of you. It wasn’t long before you had to throw your head back again, a tidal wave of pleasure washing through your body as your orgasm gushed through you, the majority finding its way to Eddie’s mouth – he wouldn’t be the one to waste a drop.

Once content with how clean he’d ensured your folds were, Eddie began to raise himself back up, pressing greedy kisses to any part of your torso that was exposed to him. As Venom’s tongue withdrew from you Eddie hoisted you up, immediately burying his cock to the hilt as he pinned you against himself and the tree, shuddering with a groan as he buried his face in your neck. His strong exterior always melted in those first moments he felt your warmth welcome him in again, and with his face hidden in your neck and eyes squeezed shut he was oblivious to the sleek black tendril that wound itself around your middle, securing you to the tree further so Eddie didn’t have to focus on his hold. You welcomed him home with a moan, as you always did, which encouraged him to give a beginning thrust, grunting into your skin as he began to nibble on the tender skin beneath your ear.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby, my god,” he groaned into your ear, picking up the pace of his thrusts into you. With a particularly perfect thrust the head of his cock knocked against your cervix, eliciting a loud moan from your chest. Another tendril took advantage of your open lips, slipping into your mouth with nodded approval from Eddie. “We told you we gotta stay quiet, baby. Don’t worry, Venom’ll help – be a good girl and suck, love seeing those pretty lips workin’.”

Your moans were muffled by Venom, your glazed over eyes finding Eddie’s as he raised his head to look at you, to confirm that you were following his suggestion. Holding his eye contact and feeling the way your walls clenched him at these new sensations, you began to work your mouth over the perfectly sized appendage. A low, appreciative growl rumbled through the air from the symbiote, Eddie’s thrusts becoming more desperate as he connected his mouth with your neck again, sucking an obvious mark into your skin.

Between grunts he spoke praises, thanking you for how good you were being with your mouth and complimenting how fucking hot you looked for them. Within minutes his thrusts were becoming sloppy, and he took a deep breath to steady himself, unwilling to finish before you could again. Knowing Eddie’s predicament, Venom’s tongue slid carefully up your thigh again before flicking against your clit, mirroring the action it had watched Eddie do many times. Your hips bucked forward into Eddie’s roughly, a deep moan sounding in your chest even passed your stuffed mouth, your eyes rolling back before closing. Eddie reached a hand to cup the side of your face, coaxing you to look at him again with soft words as he began to time his thrusts with the flicks of Venom’s tongue.

“That’s right, pretty girl – keep those eyes on me,” he pleaded, his words broken up between heavy breaths. Though you pushed yourself to remain fixated on his eyes, both of you broke the loving gaze when you felt additional tendrils on your legs, working up your bodies slowly – almost inquisitively. “Venom…wants to make sure we’re both nice and full. You gonna let us?”

You could barely nod, eyes finding Eddie’s again to communicate your consent the best you could with a look. Even if your mouth wasn’t full, you wouldn’t have been able to find the words to describe just how it felt when an intentionally wet tendril prodded at the tight ring of muscle at your backside – nor how it made you feel to see the same was happening to Eddie. Venom worked the tendrils into each of your asses like it had planned to do so for a long time now, like it knew exactly how it needed to enter both of you to make it feel as good as possible.

Venom’s thrusts matched Eddie’s perfectly, its tongue swirling around your clit in a sinful synchrony that had your thighs shaking within minutes. Your hands reached for Eddie’s shoulders, nails digging into his skin even past the t-shirt covering him. Eddie’s breaths were ragged, and yet as you’d mentioned before – he just couldn’t bring himself not to speak to you.

“Gonna let me fill you up, perfect girl?” he questioned, his hands finding your hips as he began to relentlessly ram his cock up into you. He took a moment to look down between the two of you, watching how his cock disappeared into your tight walls with each thrust before fixing his gaze on your face again, groaning when you nodded your approval. If it were any other time, he’d want you to be able to speak – but he couldn’t chance the scream he knew you wanted to let rip through you. “Gonna fill you up so much I’m leaking out of you for days,” he promised, followed quickly by another, “and then I’m going to fill you up some more when we get home.”

Your thighs already shaking, you wrapped them around him tighter as you rocked against him, part of your moan slipping past the tendril in your mouth as your eyes rolled back. Your walls clenching around him pulled Eddie’s own release from him, his thick, hot load shooting deep into you as a low groan sounded in his chest along with a string of compliments.

When your shared euphoria had subsided, Venom departed from where it filled you so you could lean forward to claim Eddie’s lips in a kiss, your hands still clutching to his shoulders and body shaking as the pleasure continued to surge through you. Eddie returned your kiss hungrily, slowly pulling himself from you and steadying you back on the ground with his hands on your hips gently. When both of you were redressed, he pulled you back in for another kiss, his lips moving against yours as he spoke a final promise into the night.

“That’s the only kind of sharing you’ll get from me.”

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takenbypeter · 1 year

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When Symbiote Meets Symbiote

Eddie Brock x reader

Words:1283

Author’s note: This isn’t exactly like the request there could be more arguing but I’ve been trying to write this for awhile and this is all i got and I’m tired of thinking about how to make this better so this is is it

Requested by anonymous: Obsessed with the thought of Eddie running into someone else with a symbiote, n y know they're alike in the sense that their symbiote is... well they're not as murder happy as Carnage n such, Problem is that Y/N's symbiote doesn't know that Venom isn't really a threat to their host, and Venom doesn't know S/N isn't a threat to him

It was one of those late nights…you know the kind.

Those kind of nights were only the overhead streetlights guided your footsteps and cars zoomed by despite how dark it was out. The kind that had some people clutching their purses, while others walked around with hoods over their heads while minding their own business.

You were a part of the latter, having to run a small sort of errand so late and were just about on your way home.

The past you would’ve been terrified roaming the streets but the present you? The present you, was just fine with it.

The present you had no fear.

Okay not no fear but let’s say less fear, but anyone with your…”condition” would feel the same.

Suddenly feeling a cold rush of wind against your face you felt the dryness of your lips starting to irritate you. Pulling out your teeny tiny chapstick, you yank the top off. Pulling it a little too hard, it drops and rolls down the sidewalk. Despite knowing you’re not going to use that again, you still refused to litter and you followed after it.

With a bend at the knees you reached for the small object but became easily distracted at the sound of the sudden thrashing you heard coming from the alleyway right beside you.

Then, you heard some yelling. Curiosity quickly took over you, you stood there wondering if you should go and help, or you should instead just go about your day and mind your own business.

The latter was always, always so tempting.

“What to do? What to do?” You whispered under your breath before you heard the familiar voice.

“Let’s go check it out! Might get some brains out of it!”

You rolled your eyes at the clear excitement in your symbiote’s voice.

Creeping closer to the chaos your eyes quickly turn attention to the shadow that’s illuminated on the wall across from you.

You didn’t know what you were looking at.

All you knew was that it was huge.

The shadow appeared to be some huge bodybuilder type, and in his grip looked to be a body.

You watched in slight horror as the giant mass of shadow’s mouth seemed to split open before it ate the small body’s head clean off.

Now, having lived with a symbiote yourself for some time now, this seemed like very very familiar behavior, you in fact have eaten a couple heads yourself. But not once have you met or even seen another symbiote.

“Oh my god is that—?”

“A symbiote.”

After seeing what you just saw you’re not sure how to react, but your symbiote, Abyss does, “we can take ‘em.”

You knew you had a very tight knit bond with Abyss, therefore making you very powerful together, however you weren’t so sure about this.

“Wait, let’s just see what were up against first,” you suggested.

“Our bond is so strong, we‘re more than half as powerful as I am on my planet. Let’s go now while they’re distracted.”

“Okay wait let's just…wait.”

Despite feeling different about the situation than you, Abyss listens and you try to figure out what was going on, as you did your best to creep along the wall discreetly, until you’re standing behind the black symbiote. Before you could get “geared up,” as you might call it, you see the body in its hand fall and the black ooze slowly seems to disappear inside of someone revealing a rather normal looking man.

You let out an, “oh my god,” not as discreetly as you probably should have, because the man turns around spotting you.

He doesn’t have much time to react because soon the dark purple color of your own symbiote begins to surround you, covering every inch of your body until you’re fully concealed.

The man is clearly confused at what he sees before him. “Who the hel—“

Before the man can finish that question Abyss’ purple material goes out practically body slamming him onto the wall.

Inside your jaw drops, “you didn’t even let him finish,” you felt like he at least deserved that.

You watch as the poor man struggles to get up, using the wall as a helper, “wait, I just wanna—“ another slam against the wall, this time a double hit and you almost feel sorry for the guy who seemed to pose no actual threat.

It seems like Abyss may have thrown one too many punches because a new voice, a deep and raspy one shouts, “that’s it,” before the man becomes engulfed in the deep black-like material once again.

You really didn’t want to fight the guy, but thanks to Abyss it seemed like you no longer had the choice.

“I’ll eat you up and spit you out for breakfast,” said Abyss, clearly taking a line from one of the many wrestling matches that you‘even heard before.

You didn’t even have a chance to hold back Abyss because soon, the two symbiotes were practically tearing each other apart. Hitting each other left and right, uppercuts, pinning each other to the walls, it was almost an evenly met match.

It came to the point where they were pushing each other, hand gripping hand, and you couldn’t help but wonder, why you were even fighting this guy in the first place?

While Abyss and this random symbiote were screaming in each others faces, you fought to have your face revealed, and you managed to get out, “time out, time out. Can we all just time out and talk?”

It was a stretch simply asking for that while the two were at each others throats and clearly the symbiote across from you didn’t favor the idea.

“Ha you must be joking if you think—“

“V,” came a voice as the man’s face pulled through, “V come on, they just want to talk.”

A second passes by and the symbiote he called, “V” growls.

Taking this as a sign of hesitant agreement, you announce, “okay we’re backing down,” and although not on board with this, Abyss let’s go.

V doesn’t even let a moment pass before leaping and taking the opportunity to pin you by the throat. But before it can do any harm you hear the man shouting for it to let go and after struggling for a moment it lets go.

You grapple to collect your breath, as the two argued against the opposite wall.

“Venom, what the hell was that?”

“What? I thought it was a trick. How was I supposed to trust them? They tried to kill us first.”

Venom wasn’t the only one who was upset as you heard Abyss mumbling, “they’re distracted, why don’t we attack now and get it over with, they shouldn’t be here,” Abyss suggested.

“No Abyss, we’re just going to talk and figure everything out.”

Abyss, not really caring anymore, falls away flowing back into your veins and your skin. While the other two continue their dispute.

“Venom we’ll just talk, not everything has to be fought its way out.”

“Because bad people love talking so much.”

“How are we supposed to know if they’re bad if we don’t talk to them?”

“Don’t come to me when you’re lying in a ditch, I can just find another body to occupy anyway.”

“You know that’s not true.”

You almost don’t want to interrupt with how intense they were going back and forth but the man sensed you behind him, which interrupted their talk. Turning to you just human to human now, he asks, “do you want to get hot chocolate?”

And there’s really nothing else for you to say except, “I would love to get hot chocolate.”

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mlmxreader · 3 months

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

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↳ ❝ Eddie Brock

9 "Why is there blood on your hands?"

53 "Of course I came, you called"

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

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

: ̗̀➛ blood, gore, eye torture, swearing

↳ @arthurmorgansballsack

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Venom had enjoyed every bite, every mouthful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You needed help," he pointed out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Eddie wants to sing along," he hummed.

"I don't mind," you muttered.

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

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

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

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

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bruisedboys · 10 months

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honeybody — “call me, even if it’s the middle of the night” w neighbor!eddie brock!! i’m not sure where exactly my brain was taking me with this but it feels right in my heart

roma!!! this was so fun to write thank youu so much for the ask. eddie brock hottest man alive

fem!reader x neighbour!eddie brock (no venom lol sorry)

Eddie’s been watching you for an embarrassing amount of time. He can see you out of his kitchen window, and although he’s supposed to be doing the dishes, he keeps glancing out the window in hopes of catching another glimpse of you.

You’re re-painting the side of your house with a fresh coat of paint, perched on a ladder that doesn’t look too safe, if he’s being honest. Paintbrush in hand and a paint pot balanced precariously on the ladder rung next to your hip, you’re very immersed in your work. Which is lucky, otherwise you probably would’ve noticed his staring.

Eddie finishes washing the dishes (which took him about an hour, what with all the spying on you) and he’s about to go and see you — purely to check the stability of your ladder, of course, nothing else — but before he can work up the courage there’s a yelp from outside followed by a thud that sounds suspiciously like Eddie’s too late.

He races to the nearest window and peers out and his heart drops when he an empty ladder. Soon enough he spots you, lying on your back in your well-tended grass. He doesn’t think. He’s out the door in a matter of seconds.

“Y/N!” He calls, rounding the fence that separates your houses. The heap on the grass that’s you lifts it’s head. “Y/N, are you alright?”

You sit up just as Eddie reaches you, rubbing the back of your head, dazed. “Eddie?”

Eddie doesn’t have time to think about how pretty you look right now. There’s a paint splotch on your cheek and the same colour is speckled all over your fingers. He gets to his knees in the grass.

“Hey, are you okay?” His hand finds your shoulder. “Did you fall?”

You giggle. “No, I just decided I’d lie on the grass for a bit,” you deadpan. “Yes, I fell, Eddie, but I’m fine.”

Eddie doesn’t even half believe you. His hand slides to the space between your shoulder blades. “Are you sure? You were pretty high up.”

He realises a second too late he’s exposed himself. You seem to realise the very same thing.

“Were you watching me?” You ask, squinting at him, but you’re smiling at least.

Eddie backtracks. “What? No, I just— I saw you out the window, and—“

“I’m joking, Eddie,” you laugh. “Help me up, will you?”

He helps you, wondering how on earth you manage to be so pretty and funny and sweet all at the same time. He feels dizzy when he stands, even though you’re the one that fell off a ladder.

Once you’re standing you try to take a step but your success is short lived. The second you put weight on your left foot you’re hissing in pain.

“Ow,” you groan, toppling sideways into Eddie. He catches you, thankfully, one hand gripping your forearm and the other around your waist. He’d think about how close you are to him but he’s too busy worrying. He can think about it later.

“What’s the matter?” He demands, panicked now that you actually look like you’re in pain, your face all screwed up and your hand clinging to his elbow.

“My ankle,” you explain, pointing in the general direction of your foot. “Hurts.”

Eddie, heart racing, manages to get you to your porch and sit you down on one of the chairs. He props your foot up on the little table you sit at to read in the mornings. (Not that he watches you read in the morning. He just happened to notice it a few times.)

He assesses your ankle and deems it sprained. He takes you inside and puts you on your couch while you complain.

“Eddie, seriously, you don’t have to do this. I’m fine, I can—“

“Do you have ice?” He interrupts your pointless rambling as he straightens up from helping you into your seat.

You frown at him, all fake offended. It’s awfully cute. “No. But I have frozen corn. In my freezer in the bottom drawer.”

Eddie leaves to find your frozen corn and when he comes back he finds you slumped on the couch, looking tired and defeated. You’re both silent as he lifts your foot onto the coffee table and presses your pack of frozen corn kernels against your ankle. When he finally looks at your face you’re smiling at him, droopy eyes and all.

“Thanks,” you say. “Feels nice.”

Eddie chuckles. “Mhm, I bet it does. You know you should be more careful. You’re lucky it’s not broken.”

You rolls your eyes, a smile on your lips. “Gee, thanks.”

“I’m not kidding around,” Eddie argues, “Really. Next time just ask me and I’ll come over and paint it for you.”

There’s a silent promise in his words. Yeah, he’ll paint your house. He’ll do whatever you want him to do. All you have to do is ask.

“Okay,” you say, your voice taking on this soft, sweet tone that feels both familiar and foreign all at once.

Eddie straightens up, deciding if he stays here any longer he might fall in love with you. As if he hasn’t already.

“Keep it elevated,” he tells you. “And keep the ice on it. I’ll come check on you in the morning, okay? But call me if it gets worse. Even if it’s the middle of the night.”

You grin at him and give him a tired salute. “Thanks, Doctor Brock.”

Eddie grimaces at you. “Don’t ever call me that again, please.”

You giggle. “Sorry. Thanks, Eddie.”

Eddie smiles back, totally lovelorn. “Yeah, you’re welcome.”

He finishes the paint job for you. And he brings dinner over, even though you tell him over the phone that he doesn’t have to. It’s safe to say he’s fallen even harder than you.

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castlecult · 1 year

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𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 : 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing : eddie brock x fem!reader

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

event : kinktober 2022

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

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

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

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

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

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

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komotionlessqueenmm · 2 years

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Imagine # 1,019

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @lightning-thing (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2022

"I cannot believe they are making me wear this god awful thing." (Y/n) hissed as she adjusted her new work uniform, an outfit both ridiculous and honesty scandalous. Eddie sat on their bed nursing a cup of coffee, his eyes shamelessly drinking her in as she turned and toiled with bits of the outfit. "That's hot." Eddie decided after another sip of his coffee, licking his lips with his eyes glued to her perk ass. "Oh please." (Y/n) scoffed, despite the grin trying to tug at her lips. "I'm serious babe." Eddie insisted while setting his mug aside, standing from the bed to embrace her from behind. "It's the perfect combination of cute and sexy." He breathed against her neck, planting a quick kiss against her soft spot. "Very hot." He emphasized as he squeezed her hips, nipping at her earlobe playfully, a smirk tugging at his lips when she giggled in response. "Atta girl, perk up pumpkin. And when you get back from work, I'll show you just how much I like this new uniform." Eddie hummed, looking into her eyes through the mirror, completely relishing in the blush that dusted her cheeks. "Promise?" (Y/n) bit her lip a little, her sour mood washing away completely when Eddie grinned at her. "I promise pumpkin." He agreed with a wink, giving her butt a little smack before letting her go, knowing she would end up late if he kept at it. "I'm not gonna be able to think about anything else today." (Y/n) admitted with a embarrassed giggle. "Good." Eddie mused before walking off to start his own morning routine.

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raz-writes-the-thing · 5 months

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Is That A Promise? (Venom One-Shot)

Eddie Brock x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: Telling you about Venom does not go entirely how Eddie planned.

CW: mentions of monster fucking, Eddie is oblivious and a dumbass (I think I have a type)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Right,” Eddie replied.

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

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

“I didn’t say anything, Eddie.”

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

“About me shutting up?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You what?”

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

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

“Can I meet him later?”

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

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

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

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

You looked at Eddie and clicked your tongue thoughtfully.

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

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

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

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

“Say what?”

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

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

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

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

“Promise,” Eddie replied.

Good.

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ichorai · 2 years

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crying ; eddie brock.

track two of DEAR SCIENCE.

pairing ; eddie brock x vigilante!gn!reader ft. venom

synopsis ; society’s busted and we’re all wearing rose-colored glasses.

words ; 1.5k

themes ; comedy, mild action

warnings / includes ; profanity, lots of blood, violence, serious injuries, one mention of getting drunk, venom and reader are bffs, venom is an annoying little shit, 90 day fiance is mentioned twice LMAO, this fic is basically just the three of yall bickering constantly <3

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There were always those scenes in movies where the main character sat up somewhere high, staring out at the city below them, and made some sort of offhand comment about how beautiful the view was. The fact that you thought the city still looked like trash from all way up here probably meant you were a side character of some sorts. You didn’t quite mind that. The streets always stank of piss and puke and weed, but you supposed that was home for you.

You and Eddie were perched atop the scaffolding of a half-completed tower, observing the sun bleed out over the sky as it descended below the horizon. Having freshly slunken away from an alley fight, you were bleeding profusely from several orifices—dried blood caked the entirety of the bottom half of your face and you’d acquired a nifty new stab wound to your abdomen. It should’ve concerned you that it was slightly more laborious to breathe than usual, which led you to believe you had a fractured rib. Fuck. It’s not like you could go to the hospital—a vigilante with no name had no business in a place like that.

Eddie, on the other hand, looked perfectly fine (or, as fine as he usually did, which wasn’t very fine at all). He was unscathed due to the lovely fact that he had a literal goo parasite living inside him, but you supposed you couldn’t complain. He ate like trash and would barely sleep an hour a week, so you weren’t really sure who was worse off at the moment.

With a wheezing sigh, you took a bite out of the sandwich Eddie split with you.

“Why the fuck is there egg salad in this?” you snarled while shooting Eddie the dirtiest look you could muster, drawing your legs in towards your chest so you could rest your chin on your knees. “I’ve told you a million times by now—that shit is disgusting.”

Eddie grunted around a mouthful of his half of the egg salad sandwich. “It was all they had left. Just eat it, I don’t want you to starve.”

With a disconcerted groan, you ripped off another chunk and chewed angrily, ignoring the clicking sound in your sore jaw. God, you were so tired. Were your eyes slipping shut or was that your vision growing darker? You honestly couldn’t quite tell.

“Why don’t we go back to your place and watch a movie, hm? I’d invite you to mine, but Venom trashed the place. Punched me in the face with my own fist!” he chuckled dryly, but there was genuine irritation behind his words. Then he sucked at his own teeth with a scowl gracing his worn features. “I think I need to go see the dentist soon.”

“You were being rude! It was so uncalled for! I made waffles for you!” you heard Venom’s gravelly voice grumble. They really did bicker like an old married couple.

Eddie burst out into another squeaky tangent—now something about how Venom never respected his boundaries, god they were such a pain to work with—before you felt yourself slump forward and everything went pitch black for a moment.

“I swear to god, if you bring up Anne one more time—I… Y/N? Buddy, are you okay? Oh, there they go.”

You were, in fact, not okay. Taking a dozen blows to the head definitely wasn’t good for your physical health, was it? Not to mention the faceful of concrete, the stab wound, and that really annoying pain in your jaw. You began teetering dangerously from the railing of the tower, before you were slipping off to the side, and you were going down, down, down…

Until a slimy black tentacle arm wrapped around your midriff, and you were swiftly dragged back upwards. A gasp startled itself from your throat as you were ripped from the haze of unconsciousness, eyelids shooting open. Oh, your sandwich was falling off the edge of the tower. Whatever, it’s not like you’d miss it, anyways. You felt bad for whichever poor soul would inevitably smell like egg salad for the rest of the day.

“Ugh, fuck,” you groaned, slapping Venom away from you with a pinched frown. “Stop squeezing me so tight, I think I broke a rib.”

“A thank you would be nice,” the alien muttered lowly. Your scowl only deepened, and you flipped him off angrily. “You know I could drop you off this tower and have you killed easily, right?”

A sardonic leer stretched your bloody lips thin. “You like me too much to do that.”

“That’s true. You are my friend. Even though I tried to eat you when I first met you.”

A huff of a laugh bubbled from your lungs at his words. “Yeah, and I still have yet to hear an apology from you.” Venom remained blissfully quiet, and you hummed in satisfaction. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, big guy. You’re a shit friend, but you’re a friend nonetheless.”

The dark limb that had extended from Eddie’s back retracted back within his body and Eddie rolled his stiff shoulders with a grunt. “Anyways, as I was saying,” he said nonchalantly, as if you weren’t on the precipice of tumbling to your death just moments ago, “we could watch some crappy reality TV if you don’t have any movies you wanna see. 90 Day Fiance makes me feel better about how much of a mess my own life is.”

“Glad to see you’re being honest with yourself,” you snorted, elbowing him in the side. “But, sure, I’m down. It’ll try to keep me awake, anyway. If I pass out again, I might not wake up again.”

“Don’t say that,” Eddie hissed. “I can’t believe you sometimes. I specifically told you not to come with me this time, and what did you do? You came with me!”

Guffawing, you gruffed out, “That’s what she said.” When Eddie’s scowl only deepened, a shrug lifted one of your shoulders upwards, but you regretted the motion immediately when a jolt of pain coursed through your arm. Carefully, you set your limb back down and fixed your partner with a pointed stare. “You know what, Eddie, you’re not my therapist. Kindly shut the fuck up. It’s over now. Besides, you needed me. If I wasn’t there, you and Venom would’ve been fucked!”

“They’re right,” Venom’s gnarled voice admitted.

“Thank you.”

“Stop encouraging them!” Eddie shrieked indignantly.

“Might I remind you that you’re just as much of a vigilante as I am?” you asked. “We may be fucked up bastards, but society would be fucked without us. We’re all just wearing rose-colored glasses, blind to our own sins. Ugh, what am I even saying? I need to get drunk.” Your eyes slid shut again. “God, I’m so tired. Just… I’m just gonna lie down and go to sleep, okay? G’night guys.”

“No!” Eddie barked out, panic twinging his words. “No, no, no, you stay awake! Venom, slap them. Stay awake, Y/N!”

A cold fist slammed into your cheekbone and you half-groaned, half-sobbed as you crumpled into the scaffolding, cursing out a storm. Pain blossomed all over your face and you spat blood onto the wood, eyes barely pried open.

Eddie was all over you in an instant. “Oh, fuck, oh God, I’m so sorry! Are you okay? What the fuck, Venom? I said slap them! Lightly!”

“You didn’t say lightly,” Venom said, unsure why Eddie was making such a big deal out of this. You were just punched, like, a million times today, what was the issue with one more?

Faintly, you could feel Eddie’s arms haul you up to your limp legs.

“Jesus Christ. Okay, c’mon, you’re okay, let’s go back to your place. No hospitals, yeah? Are you sure?”

“No hospitals!” you hacked out, mouth tasting an awful lot like copper.

“Eddie, they’re getting blood all over your jacket.”

“Not the time, Venom!”

“I really like this jacket, Eddie.”

The sky was dark now, and it made it hard for you to see anything as you stumbled along with Eddie. “I like this jacket, too,” you slurred, despite not being able to see the article of clothing and not at all remembering what it looked like.

“You can have it, buddy,” Eddie said, patting your back lightly. “C’mon, I’ll take care of you.”

After a beat of struggling silence, you heard Venom choke out apprehensively, “I’m sorry I hit you.”

It hurt to smile, but you did so nonetheless. “Like I said,” you rasped, “you’re a shit friend, but you’re a friend nonetheless.”

“I like you better than Eddie,” Venom commented, which made you hoarsely cackle and Eddie balked angrily. “You’re not a pussy.”

“Thanks, Venom.” After a moment’s hesitation, you added on, “But if you hit me again, I’ll murder you in your sleep.”

“I don't need sleep, but fair enough, little human,” the alien easily said. Then, following a lengthy pause, he asked, “Eddie, what is 90 Day Fiance?”

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ddejavvu · 11 months

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

This post is 18+, minors dni.

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Lovely Neighbors

Eddie Brock x reader

Words: 727

Author’s note: Did I write this slightly based off of personal experience? Yes. Gotta love neighbors. Also I set it up like there may be a part two because I feel like there should be but idk if I actually want to do that.

Warning: one part alluding to sex but like barely

“Oh god, why? Why?” You’d whisper shout while clenching your hands tight and shaking your head.

When you decided to make the transition from a big house with your family to a small apartment living all on your own, what you forgot to remember was the lack of privacy, and it seemed like your dear neighbors forgot as well.

The thumping, the moaning, you could barely even think with all the sounds that were coming out of that apartment. You’ve only been in the place for two months and they’ve done this a number of times. And it’s not like they were right next to you, they were your diagonal neighbors so that went to show either one; how loud they were, or two; just how thin the walls actually were.

At first you were going to ignore the problem altogether but it was nearly impossible to do.

Now you were not a confrontational person, so while you stood with your hand wrapped around your own front doorknob you practiced what you were going to say.

“All I’m gonna do is go over there,” you mumbled, “and say, ‘hey I love that you guys love each other, that’s super important in a relationship but other people live here, please keep it quiet…please,’ yeah that’s it, that’s perfect.”

You shook your head once more and inhaled for confidence. With that small boost you turned the knob and pulled the door open. Just as you did, the front door of the the apartment next to you flung open and out came your next door neighbor.

You watch, a little surprised because you’ve genuinely never seen the man before. He was always out and about, and honestly you weren’t sure if there was one person living there or two because when he was home, he was always talking with someone. It was funny, after hearing his voice multiple times and now seeing him, he looked exactly how you imagine. Like a volunteer firefighter. Like a really tired, annoyed, angry volunteer firefighter.

That being said you watched from your door post as he knocked on the door, hard. You could hear him mumbling angrily. He didn’t wait long before knocking again and when it was obvious that no one was going to answer the door he did something that no one would believe you if you told them.

You heard him say , “that’s it.” And his arm started becoming encased in black goo or something like that and then he punched the door.

Wide open.

The door practically flew open.

Then a deeper voice spoke, one that you recognized as the other person he talks to, “If you two don’t shut up I’ll rip both your heads off.”

That got them to stop.

The goo practically disappeared back inside of him and at this point you don’t know whether to be confused or horrified by what you just witnessed. You guess it was sort of obvious on your face because when the man went to turn back around he spotted you clearly for the first time since the whole ordeal started.

You stood, with your body frozen against the door post, eyes wide in a panic. His own eyes fell to the floor for a moment, almost like an ashamed child before he went back in his apartment and slammed the door.

After that there was nothing really for you to do expect retreat back into your own apartment.

You go to bed that night feeling awful. But honestly thankful to that mystery neighbor that saved you knowing it to be true that you were more likely than not going to chicken out at the last moment.

You replayed that embarrassed look he gave when he caught you staring at him. Even though you couldn’t see your own face, you could just picture the horrified expression you made. You couldn’t help it, it was just a natural instinct, you meant nothing by it. At this point it’s well into the night and you’re not sure if what you’re worried about is a serious concern or if you’re just overthinking things as you typically did. But either way, as you drift off to sleep you decide not to address what just happened. I mean you’ve never seen him before this. It’s not like you were going to really see him again. Right?

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

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

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

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

: ̗̀➛ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

•───────────────★•♛•★──────────────•

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

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

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

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

“Huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you forget to take that off?”

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

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

“Chlorine.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Impatience, it seemed, was a virtue.

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

“Did you finish the level for me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I just wanted to make sure.”

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