[lanawintrs]

damn if you don’t make another venom fic i think i might die 😭😭😭 that was legitimately the hottest thing i’ve ever read holy shit

tysm!! i honestly haven’t felt the urge to write in 2 yrs til I saw the sequel so more venom content is definitely otw 😫

[lanawintrs]

YOU, MISTER 

synopsis: the night venom finally asks to take you as his couldn't have been more spur of the moment - he was tired of watching, feeling, unable to share every time eddie ravished you. you two can’t be too surprised, after all, he and eddie are one, of course they love you the same.

pairing: eddie brock/venom x fem!reader

cw: 18+, unprotected sex, creampie(s), size difference, size kink, fingering, overstimulation, tentacle penetration, dp with said tentacles, belly bulge, mentions of discomfort, venom gets eddie’s sloppy seconds, ya’ll are in love <3

wc: 3.6k

notes: i posted the first version of this way back in ‘18 and venom: let there be carnage made me fall in love with them all over again. slightly different take on the same story.

You can’t find it in yourself to even try and stop the moan that slips from you when Eddie slides his tongue against yours, the world fading away as your lips mold together - the only thing anchoring you is his hands, one smoothing over your thigh, gripping at the skin, as his other hand holds the back of your neck. It’s a fast, overwhelming kiss, stealing your breath and making you dizzy, but you pull him closer, leaving no space in between the pair of you. 

You can’t help yourselfs - truly - your bodies fit together as if you were made for this, to fall into one another, to lap each other's lips as if you were starved. 

It’s you who breaks first, squealing when you feel his big and calloused hands slide under your thighs to lift you right off your feet. 

He laughs as he carries you over to your bed, letting you drop with a soft bounce on the mattress, not wasting a moment when you drag his heavy body down to you and open your mouth, chapped lips back on yours in seconds. 

He swallows your delighted giggles, heart swelling when you run both your hands through his hair and cradle his head in your hold. 

You pull away. 

He dips his head down to press kisses into your neck. 

“I missed you, Baby,” you murmur, “missed you so much.”  

The tips of his ears burn red from his flush, giddy, he hides his head in the crook of your neck, kisses once, twice, pulling back to admire the sight of you below him before cupping your cheek. 

“I missed you too,” he murmurs, his fingers caressing your face, the touch doing nothing to dull the white hot flame in your belly. “I’m sorry. I -you know how it is. We found a lead, but he got hungry and I had to stop -“

You surge up to bring your tongue against his, and then flush into your mouth. 

He blinks. 

Eddie blinks before his eyes flutter close, snaking his hands beneath the fabric of your shirt, pulling it off before the rubbing quickly turns to gripping and kneading. 

“You talk too much,” you whisper. 

He hums in agreement.

You grasp his shoulders, squeezing hard as his fingers play with your breast, hands tweaking at your nipples, pulling hard before letting go, repeating the action. Your breath catches in your throat  - and then he’s roaming over your stomach and your waist and your hips, trailing down and down til he’s at the hem of you panties, sliding under and -

He runs his middle finger down your slit, the other two spreading your lips - you keen, arching, while he gathers all the gooey slick on his finger to rub slow, calculating circles on your clit. 

You whine indignantly when his gaze meets yours, fascinated by you and by the little noises leaving you - “You’re soaked.”  

You smile, your pupils dilated wide and dark, “always for you.”

Eddie’s groans. 

It’s a low, approving sound that comes from deep in his throat, overtaken by your mewls when he pushes a fingering your, pumping, pumping pumping until he deems you ready for a second, a third - your hands clutching onto his forearms. 

You’re trembling, toes curling up, and you’re only vaguely aware that you plead out Eddie in broken whines 'till whatever else you wanted to say is exchanged by a heady, breathless moan when he scissors the digits inside of you, stretching your walls and making the pleasure turn almost painful.

And -

And then you feel it. 

A hand, hot and oily and strong, intertwining with yours, pulling it away from Eddie’s sleeves and into the mattress, interlacing your fingers. Your body taut from your boyfriend's actions, you’re desperate to latch onto anything, not minding that Venom is as desperate to simply hold you. 

But suddenly the pleasure vanishes completely. 

Venom’s head forms behind Eddie, his claw squeezing your hand. 

Neither you nor the symbiote are pleased at Eddie’s hesitation, but your pout is quickly wiped away once Eddie lurches forwards, resuming his fingering in jerky, jolting motions that show he’s being controlled by Venom. Venom’s purr at your pinched face is slow, languid, loud - a tendril reaching out to stroke hair away from your pretty eyes. It’s enough for him to ignore his host’s annoyed sputtering, enough for you with the way your blood rushes through your ears - 

“No,” Eddie flicks at the mass protruding from his shoulder, rolling his eyes when it flicks him back, “No, no, no. We’ve talked about this, man, what are you doing?”

Venom nips at his shoulder, unwilling to stop his puppeteering.

“We agreed to talk to our sweetling, Eddie. Have you forgotten?”

It takes a few seconds for you to butt into their argument, not sure how to stop the bickering when the fingers tugging at your gummy walls are that thick, Venom’s hurried pace a bit inexperienced but the eagerness makes you gasp and squirm - 

“What - what are you two talking about?” you choke out dazed, fighting against the orgasm building in your belly. And it's nearly instinctive in the way their eyes soften when they stop and look at you, gazes soft and fond as you tear up from the second sudden stop of stimulation, your little hole clenching around nothing.

Endeared by you, two hands, one alien and one human, cup your face.

“I-”

“We-”

They both pause.

“Eddie and I are one,” Venom continues, voice uncharacteristically vulnerable, and you swallow the lump in your throat as his face comes closer to yours. “And we want to be one with you.”

Oh - oh.

The thoughts ricochet against your skull like bullets. You know exactly what he means, of course you do. Your boyfriend’s symbiote has been a part of him for a while now, long enough to be a part of your relationship for more time than when he wasn’t in it. Experimenting with the alien was only natural, necessary even, he’s a permanent (for the most part) fixture in your lives. 

It’d be a lie to say you haven’t imagined Venom touching you lewdly, and you know for an absolute fact that Venom and Eddie have done more than you’re aware of, but, it’s just - 

Venom is a beast. Literally.

Not that you don’t find that appealing, but you're hesitant, intimidated by his impossible bulk; he’s ripped, corded muscles making up every inch of his 7-feet form. His dick must be so big, and with Eddie’s being the struggle it is, you’re worried that Venom would completely rip you apart.

Venom could easily crush your skull with one hand, with one squeeze, and yet, the hand on your cheek holds you as gently as Eddie does.

You wonder, idly, how you could ever think that he would hurt you.

After all, Venom is still half Eddie.

“Y/n, ‘m sorry about him, I - we wanted to ask you in more delicate way-”

“What time is better than now -”

“You can’t just spring this on her while we’re -”

You sit up. Eddie follows, leaning back onto his knees, straddling your waist and facing you nose-to-nose. Your sudden movement makes him flinch, not away from you, but closer to you. You giggle and grab their hands, pressing a kiss to their palms as he swallows and takes his plush lip between his teeth. 

“Let’s try it,” you say with hot cheeks, half-surprised by how easy it comes out; and he relaxes, the shaky gasp he releases supplemented by Venom’s excited purr.

“Shit,” he breathes - and Venom ignores whatever he wants to say, tongue unrolling over your chest, cleaving through the sweat collected on your skin. He grins as you let out a loud keen, drooling leaking down onto your lap. “Shit - are you sure?”

“‘m sure,” you whisper in response, and your voice shakes when Venom’s tongue curls around your nipple. Eddie’s eyes widen, your determined stare causing blood to rush to his tip quick enough to make him dizzy. “‘m in love with you both.”

He grabs your face rather harshly and connects your lips.

It’s an open mouth and sloppy kiss, stealing your breath away, and you can’t be surprised when Venom swoops in when Eddie pulls away to breathe, sticking his tongue in your parted lips and curling around your own. You choke on a moan, feeling the ridges of his taste buds rubbing against every corner of your mouth.  

You suck on it and his growl rumbles through your head. 

They take turns, heads bumping together as one will pull away for the other to take his spot, lips and tongues and teeth clashing together; giving in and completely relinquishing your ability to think, feeling devoured in every sense of the word. 

Something unintelligible is spoken against your lips before you jump, gasp, hands ripping your panties at the seams, and goosebumps prickle your hot skin. 

They pull back. 

They eye your naked body, your pussy pulsing at their stares -

Eddie peels off his sweater, clumsy enough to get his head stuck for a fraction of a second, and you would laugh, expect Venom pushes you back against the bed and shoves your thighs backwards to meet your chest, giving Eddie the perfect view of your sopping folds as he fumbles with the buttons of his jeans and finally pulls himself out of his underwear - 

His heavy cock lands onto your pussy, tip sticky with precum and he brings his mouth to your ear, voice cracking and low as he reassures - we love you too - and your thighs tremble when he brushes your clit, lips slanting over yours -

He shudders. 

Black tendrils wrap around your body, kneading and rubbing and fondling as he moves his hips to find your hole - the space between you nonexistent. It’s always a stretch, the walls of your pussy tug at his pretty pink tip, squeezing down around him. 

His bottom lip is bitten raw as he tries, and fails, to hold on his composure.

You can’t help but hiccup as he pushes another few inches in, never used to his fat cock no matter how many times you’ve taken it, every vein and ridge molding your insides to fit him. 

God - it takes all your energy just to lie there and take it, to not fight against the hands and tendrils pinning you down as your eyes water. Just having a taste of him nestled inside makes you feel weak. 

“Oh,” you gasp, reeling from a blunt claw that makes its way to your clit, rubbing frantic circles. It’s too fast, too much - 

You’re already creaming around him, length not even all the way in yet. 

There’s already little self restraint on Eddie’s end and your tightening even more sends him into a frenzy. It’s with tunnel vision that he barrels the rest of his way into, knocking the air from your lunges, his own breath sufferings and you can barely squirm at all with the way your legs are hitched up. 

The buckle from his jeans digs near painfully into the fat of your ass, and you’re reduced to only be able to hold onto his arms, his large palms resting on either side of your face while whispers soft praises into the air as he starts to move - 

You sob. 

You’re so wet - from the drool forming at the corner of your mouth, the tears pooling in your eyes, even your arousal has pooled in a thick ring at his base, painting the skin where you meet a creamy white. 

Eddie can barely recognize his own name as the sound comes from you, spoken in too many syllables and broken yelps. 

Neither of you can manage to produce full words when two tendrils forms from his hips, the mass covering his pubic bone, reaching to prod at your opening, flush with Eddie’s cock, and you twitch, shake, dig your nails into his arms like that’s the only thing keeping you grounded. 

They - they spear into you, rattling your whole body; thin, pulsating ridges taking up more space than what should be possible.

Eddie pauses - has to, with the way your muscles clench, Venom continues; works you open slowly, carefully, relishing in the sharp little pleads of his name. And Venom laughs. A deep sound at how his pretty humans can barely handle a small piece of him, he can’t wait to see you gaping open, taking more -

The thought has them trembling, breathing hot and shaky air against your face. 

“Oh - oh God,” Eddie stutters, voice catching, “this is - ‘s so tight…is this ok?” He bites back the need to move, eyes zeroed in on where you're clenching down, struggling to adjust to their girth.

But there's a sharp twitch of his cock while you try to blink away the hazy mess of tears. At this point you can barely formulate a response, so, you nod, all you can do is nod because you feel them in your tummy and it’ll drive you crazy if they stop -

A small please leaves you and it’s all Eddie needs to restart the piston of his cock into your swollen hole. 

It gets harder to breathe, to think, the way your folded, cock and tendrils are so close to punching your cervix. 

Nothing else exists; it all fades away until it’s just you and Eddie and Venom, your body jolting forward with each snap of his hips against the apex of your thighs. The slapping of his heavy balls against your ass grows louder as he drops further into you, weight almost crushing, that spongy spot inside of you abused by each stroke, neither letting up on the punishing pace  - 

“I -mmhh - fuuuck! You feel so good, you know that?”

“You take us so well.” 

Your reply comes in the form of a wail, words pouring out your lips in incomplete sentences as your head tips back into the bed, your pillow bouncing under the force - you almost want to run from the feeling, if you could, but the grip they have on your legs gives you no choice but to take it, take all they had to give - it’s suddenly suffocating, you are going to break.

He kisses you, connecting your lips with all the  gentleness lacking in his brutal thrust. “That’s it. Fuck - let go.”

You let the world crash for them, feeling your walls clamping down, spasming and creaming and pushing the intrusions out, clenching so tightly that Eddie has to grit his teeth and dig in to make sure he doesn’t slip out. 

“Eddie,” your eyes roll back before closing, your body skirting up the bed as you’re worked through your orgasm. You're overwhelmed, gone really. “Venom!“

Eddie tucks his head into your neck and inhales your musk, falling prey to you. 

“‘M cumming too,” he pants, the sweat on his hairline smearing into the column of your neck. 

It’s almost relieving when he slows - biceps trembling in effort to fully crush you as he seals himself against your puffy cunt, knocking the wind from you. Each shallow thrust is messier than the last, squishier, less controlled as he spills inside you. 

The tendrils have stilled, but there’s barely any space left for his cum with the way you’re held open. 

Your legs are freed from Venom’s hold, prompting Eddie to gently bring your legs off of his shoulders, mindful of their soreness as he places them on either side of him. He wipes the rest of your tears away, smiling wide when you rake your nails over his scalp despite the small tremors still affecting you. 

Thanks for loving us, he murmurs, and your heart can’t help but stutter, tingling absolutely everywhere. 

You grab his face without a pause. 

You wonder how he can be this sweet after fucking you like that. Honestly, it’s cute, you can’t even deny the urge to press kisses on his cheeks, eyelids, lips, wanting him to know how happy being him, with them, all without saying the words. 

But -

Venom is impatient. 

He wasn’t done with you, not yet, and he lets your tired throbbing burn out before the mattress beneath you creaks, Eddie startled, not fully sitting up before Venom takes over. 

It’s a soft question, claws grabbing onto your hips - his tongue rolls over his teeth, looking predatory and fascinated and hungry. 

“Will you let me love you too?” 

His hands tighten around you, prepared to stop your squirming when a tendril bigger than the last buries itself in your swollen pussy. You feel like it’s stirring your guts around, sloshing the cum inside you, dripping down onto the bed.

“Will you let me love you like Eddie does?” He hisses, watches, thinks the way you jolt is enough of an answer.

You don’t stand a chance. You clamp your thighs tight, hoping for a small reprieve after another tendril finds your clit - he stops that, of course, leaving you to take it while he splatters the strings of cum around your hole,  a thick ring of creamy wetness painting him. 

You thrash against his hold, back arching. 

He folds himself  down to look directly into your eyes.

Venom locks onto the desperate mewls you make, his tongue darting over your skins, each lap leaving you covered in twines of drool. He laughs at the sound you make when he slows, stops, enlarging the tendril inside to tease you before completely pulling out and -

And it’s here you teeter on the brink of consciousness and unconsciousness, faint at the huge cock that drops on your stomach, heavy and hard and pulsing with his heartbeat. 

You laugh in disbelief.

Precum oozes from the plump head, dripping opalescent white on your skin. “All for you, Sweetling,” he growls, voice strained from his willpower to keep from shoving into you in one go. 

He reaches well past your belly button, and you have no idea how it’s going to fit - but he shifts himself so he presses against you and there’s a moment before he pushes in, the air heavy with expectation and tension, and before your uncertainty gets the better of you, his tongue curls around your face.

“Is our pretty girl ready?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to respond. With no effort, he rolls you onto your belly and lifts your ass into the air, placing a claw on your back to keep your face and chest firmly planted on the rumpled blanket. He pulls your hips back, grips so tight you know you’ll have bruises later, the meeting of his plump cockhead against your hole has you clenching your teeth. 

You cry out as his length tears you open, you’re sure you’re going to snap, break, walls unable to adjust without seizing. “‘s too much. Too much.” 

He's insistent on leaving no room between the back of your thighs and the front of his, the weight of his body swinging forwards making the bed creak loudly. “No - you can take it.”

A rumble escapes from deep within his chest at the way your pussy tugs at him when he pulls away, like it’s trying to keep his cock out. A mix of cum and arousal coats his corded thighs as they begin to smack the back of yours over and over and over.

In your haze, you press your hand to your stomach, feeling the bulge from where he’s sheathed inside.

“All for our sweet.”

You grasp the blanket, holding on for dear life as Venom moves you and the bed, saliva splashing across your back as he digs the swollen head of his cock right up to your cervix.

He tests it, prodding at the closed ring, hurting so bad, but god if it wasn’t worth it. 

You don’t have the mind to be embarrassed at the echoing, wet pats of meeting thighs. His raw strength is unquestionable, impossible to resist as he slams into you, hitting every special place without effort - it’s devastating, has you gushing -

You shove your face into the pillow to stifle your screams, orgasm passing in waves, splattering all over his thighs and the sheets. 

His grunts become roars and snarls that are more primal and near frightening as your body slumps down, your climax only exacerbated by the sudden pull of your hips into the air.

“Venom I - nghh - please,” you aren’t sure what you’re pleading for, if you want him to stop or keep going; your hand has a mind of its own as it reaches back, tries to push against his stomach, but he only snarls, yanking your arm to drill you at a harsher pace, your louder whimpers at the impact spurring him on. 

“Take it,” the alien barks, imposing and loud, ignoring the way you thrash in overstimulation. 

“You’re a good girl,” he drapes his body down, chest to your back, puffs quick, hot breaths in your ear, rutting as far as he could with one final thrust, cumming so hard that it squirts from where you’re connected. “Our good girl.”

Venom’s hips rock through his release, pump after pump of iridescent cum stuffing your cunt. You feel more full than you ever have - your lower body numb while Venom’s grinding ensures that his cum is rubbed into every inch of your walls. 

His seemingly endless orgasm just serves to accentuate the mess you’ve made, sheets definitely needing to be changed, but right now, in this moment, all you can do is fall into the sheets when he lets go of you, smiling, content when he carefully drapes his weight next to you. 

You both ignore how the bedframe cries out, Venom’s purrs lulling your frantic heartbeat as he nuzzles into you, smoothing out your hair with a gentleness that pushes you into the embrace of sleep. 

[lanawintrs]

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