Hi I read some of your fics and it's great!! I wanted to know if you could do protective venom? Or reader gets into an w/ eddie & reader was right for whatever reason. Then venom gives eddie crap about it?
i love protective venom so much, man 𼚠and i definitely wasn't expecting to get so carried away with this, oh my god
warnings: angst with a happy ending, a tiny bit of smut thrown in for the heck of it because if youâve read my venom fics youâve read smut, uh, eddieâs finances are terrible?
âHey, not to be a drag or anything, but can you cover me this time? I paid for lunch the last three times.â
Eddie winced as you said it; he didnât want to look shifty, like he was ripping you off on purpose, but he still didnât want to look in your eyes. He knew you were awkward about it, because you always were - awkward and sympathetic, maybe - but a wave of self-hatred still ran through him because he knew it was a necessary conversation, one he shouldnât avoid.
He stared down at his plate of food - shepherdâs pie, no gravy, extra mashed potatoes, just the way Venom liked it - and scratched the spot on the back of his neck that got unbearably itchy when he was nervous.
âUh - I - I donât think that should be a problem?â
It came out as a question, and Eddie still wasnât looking in your eyes. This diner was never particularly expensive anyway, he knew this as it was one of your favourite spots, but whenever he was in between jobs like he was now, money was justâŚtight, you know? He didnât have a lot of it, and he wanted to get better at saving it. Worst of all, between Venom being a dick and the chickens currently roaming his apartment and his relationship with you and the existential crisis that constantly seemed to be gripping him, heâd never become comfortable with just admitting it.
Venomâs commentary was strangely absent as Eddie felt his heart pound harder in his chest, and he was struggling for words.
Donât sweat it. You can probably pay for it, and even if you canât, she probably wonât be offended. She knows about everything that went on with Anne.
Eddie looked up and grimaced in an attempt at a smile, trying to re-immerse himself back in the atmosphere of the diner.
âSo, uh, howâs your work been lately?â
You blinked twice, but smiled back. Uneasily, but still a smile - the smile he fell in love with.
Conversation came back easily, and relief bloomed in Eddieâs chest. Everything was okay, he was going to be able to pay for lunch, Venom wasnât even bothering himâ he wasnât sure how, but everything was going to work out in the end.
âOh, god, so Tomâs been acting like a complete asshole again,â you said, shifting in your chair as you became animated again, âHonestly, me and Brianna arenât sure if heâs on the spectrum at this point, âcause heâs just so aloof about everything, yâknow, and last week I asked him to-â
Venomâs voice felt like a deep rumbling in his chest: completely inaudible to you, which made it even harder for Eddie to conceal his flinch.
DO NOT DISAPPOINT HER, EDDIE.
Eddie had fucked it up - holy shit, heâd really fucked it up.
Your silence during the ride home was honestly worse than if youâd decided to berate him over it, because he was already doing the job for you by replaying the moment over and over in his mind. The overwhelming humiliation burning in his veins was just barely keeping Venomâs taunting at bay, and he had to focus on driving the motorcycle for your sake anyway.
As Eddie curved right, just a few minutes closer to his apartment, Venom decided to torture him with the memory again.
Your eyebrows had jumped up in alarm when he awkwardly slid the debit machine over to you, and as his blood had ran so cold it felt like his heart had ceased to beat altogether, his mouth had been forced shut, he couldnât come up with an explanation if he tried.
Venom had been positively squawking in his brain, making everything worse.
EDDIE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? IT IS YOUR TURN!
I donât have enough, Eddie so desperately wanted to say, but somehow he couldnât.
He glanced up at the waiter, who tried to suppress a wince, and after what seemed like a thousand years, you reluctantly took the debit machine into your hands and paid for lunch.
Venom couldnât quite sigh, but whatever noise that had rumbled in Eddieâs chest wasnât exactly a celebratory noise.
Eddie was suddenly aware of your arms relinquishing around him, and reality came flooding back: somehow, he had parked the motorcycle in front of the apartment complex, you were both home, he was still most definitely a coward, and you were giving him the silent treatment.
Hating himself, he dismounted from the motorcycle and followed you inside.
As he entered the lobby, Venomâs commentary was hardly gleeful; just disappointed.
ARE YOU AWARE THAT YOU ARE A MORON, EDDIE?
âI know,â Eddie muttered under his breath, but hearing this, youâd whipped around from in front of him, angry.
âYou know what?â you spat, your hands balled into fists.
His blood ran cold. Fuck.
âIâm sorry, baby,â he tried weakly, but too late: youâd already pivoted on your heel and dashed for the elevator, away from him.
It had taken fifteen minutes of you being locked in the bathroom, alone and silent, before Venomâs slippery, slimy form had slipped back into Eddieâs bedroom through the crack between the door and the floor as a crawling blob.
SHEâS REALLY HURT, EDDIE, Venomâs voice rumbled from deep inside him the moment heâd crawled into Eddieâs body again. SHE IS NOT SURE IF SHE CAN TRUST YOU ANY LONGER. SHE UNDERSTANDS WHAT IT IS LIKE TO LIVE LIKE YOU DO, BUT SHE STILL WISHES YOU HAD TOLD HER YOU DID NOT HAVE THE MONEY TO PAY FOR THE FOOD.
âDoes she know Iâm sorry?â Eddie mumbled miserably, staring blankly at the ceiling.
I WONâT APOLOGIZE FOR YOU, EDDIE. I HAVE ALREADY TOLD HER I THINK YOU ARE A MORON.
âYou always think Iâm a moron,â he shot back, a bit wounded this time, and Venom scoffed.
YOU ARE RIGHT. SOMETIMES I DO BELIEVE Y/N IS TOO PRECIOUS FOR YOU. SHE IS VERY SWEET AND PATIENT AND SOFT, AND I AM ANGRY YOU DO NOT APPRECIATE THAT.
âI do-â Eddie tried to say, indignant, but a black gooey tendril had appeared from nowhere, shoving him off the bed.
APOLOGIZE, EDDIE. SHE HAS UNLOCKED THE DOOR.
Heart in his throat, Eddie knocked on the bathroom door softly. He felt like he had to display himself as gently as he could, because heâd already been enough of a bumbling, bull in a china shop type of idiot that afternoon. âBaby?â
There was a gentle sniff in response, like youâd been crying, and Eddieâs heart broke the tiniest bit more.
âCome in,â you replied, and his hand tensed on the doorknob.
He felt a sticky tendril protruding from his back, but this time he didnât flinch as Venomâs miniature head leaned forward to whisper in his ear.
IT IS ESPECIALLY IMPORTANT YOU DO NOT BLOW THIS, EDDIE.
âI wonât,â he whispered back. âThis is me and her time, V.â
With that, he pushed the door open and quietly stepped inside.
You were sitting near the bathtub, your face tucked into your knees, a small pile of crumpled tissues beside you, and there went that weird cracking feeling deep in Eddieâs chest.
He felt Venomâs warmth inside of him, motivating him - mostly because it was a warning he was about to shove him again - to step forward.
Your voice rang out before he could say anything, and Eddie tensed, unsure if youâd heard Venom: your face was still buried in your knees, you werenât looking at him.
âI know Iâm being stupid and over-emotional, so you donât have to apologize. Letâs just forget this, okay?â
âItâs not fine, baby,â Eddie inserted firmly, kneeling beside you as courage suddenly swelled up inside of him. âI was the one who acted like a douchebag, and look at you, I fuckinâ hurt you.â
When you wouldnât say anything, just glanced up at him ever so slightly, Eddie reached out his hand, smoothing your hair out of your face.
âIâm a fuckinâ dumbass and the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt you, you know that?â
There was a pause; you seemed angrier, but if you actually were, you didnât say anything.
âWhy wouldnât you at least tell me,â you muttered into your legs, finally.
âThis shit is - embarrassing,â he admitted, and the humiliation of it made his cheeks flush. âReal embarrassing, yeah. But Iâll be able to pay you back, I promise. Any way you want - look, tell me a way to make this up to you and Iâll do it, I promise.â
âI need you to leave me alone,â you said, stiffly, and with that, you climbed to your feet and left the bathroom.
It had been an embarrassing seven hours.
Youâd locked yourself in the spare bedroom and this time, youâd stayed there, and after a failed attempt to slither inside the room, Venom ended up staying inside of Eddie as well, berating him.
SO SWEET AND ANGELIC AND SOFT. SHE WAS OUR PERFECT GIRL, EDDIE.
Eddie glumly clicked through all the channels displayed on the television, trying to find something to watch while ignoring Venomâs commentary. It had been radio silence in the spare bedroom, and in the interfering hours, heâd subsequently retreated to his own bedroom and ordered Thai food for dinner: Thai food that he paid for in its entirety, which only succeeded him in making him feel even worse, even if it was delicious.
Heâd put the food heâd ordered for you in the fridge, because he figured you were hungry but would only come out of the room once heâd fallen asleep.
Eddieâs heart pounded harder in his chest, and the intrusive thoughts got the best of him.
âIs she mad at me?â he whispered up at the ceiling.
Venomâs head had burst out of Eddieâs shoulder in two seconds flat.
BUT I WILL STILL BERATE YOU, BECAUSE I LOVE HER.
Eddieâs mouth had stretched into an emotionless line. âRight.â
HOWEVER, EVEN IF I LOVE Y/N, I WILL STILL TELL YOU TO CLOSE YOUR EYES, EDDIE.
BECAUSE YOU NEED LESS FOOD AND MORE SLEEP.
Eddie shifted the lukewarm tray of Thai food off him, then reached for the remote to shut off the TV. âYouâre probably right.â
I KNOW I AM. I AM SAYING THIS BECAUSE I WILL BREAK YOUR NOSE IF YOU HURT HER MORE DUE TO SLEEP DEPRIVATION. PERHAPS YOU SHOULD TACKLE THIS IN THE MORNING.
But a soft knock on the door rang through the room, stopping both of them, and Venom had suddenly disappeared inside of his hostâs body once more.
Cautious, unsure if he should be worried that you might break his nose, Eddie rose from his bed and walked to the door.
The voice that rang through his head was his own. Donât fuck this up.
Inhaling sharply, Eddie's hand clenched tightly around the doorknob before he finally opened the door, and--
He'd barely caught a glimpse of you panting in the doorway before you came at him like a tornado, kissing him so hard he stumbled backward: catching himself before he fell, he reached for the nape of you neck to kiss you back, completely blindsided - the gesture was welcome, but like, what the hell?
"I'm so sorry," you mumbled on his lips, pushing him backward with an intent, your lips practically still on his.
"Don't apologize," Eddie managed to get out in a breathless whisper, trying to figure out how not paying for lunch could lead to this. "Just - I - baby, what the hell...?"
"Make it up to me," you whispered, pulling back from him to let your gaze sear into his, and a full body shiver ran through Eddie. "I want you to make it up to me."
Eddie spluttered, opened his mouth and closed it as he searched for words, promptly decided fuck it, and kissed you.
You stumbled onto the bed together, you first, Eddie following, your mouths roving together, completely locked in this fucking kiss. It only made sense that you went down on the mattress first, landing on your back with a soft flump before Eddie climbed onto you, kissing you gently, kissing the edge of your lips, your cheek, your jawâŚ
âIâm so in love with you,â he mumbled into your neck, and you bit your lip to resist a grin as you felt him sucking on the tender skin there, bursting tiny blood vessels.
âYouâre dramatic as hell,â you mumbled, rolling your eyes at the ceiling.
âYeah, well youâre talented as hell,â Eddie mumbled, somewhat distracted as he was dipping his hands underneath your shirt to feel for the clasp of your bra, âAnd youâre fucking sexy, by the way. Up, baby.â
Doing what he said, you hoisted yourself up on your elbows, and in doing so the straps of your bra fell, letting him pull a clump of purple fabric out from your shirt. Purple. He hadnât seen that one, and he glanced at it in mild curiosity before he chucked it elsewhere.
He was on you again, and you moaned weakly as he helped you get the shirt off over your head - it inevitably got thrown wherever the bra had went -Â and the kiss that followed was so deep, so passionate, so all-consuming you were surprised she didnât feel the telltale pool of warmth in her panties just then. Eddie kissed you with unparalleled intensity, leaning into you like he wanted to swallow you whole, and it felt so good, you almost wondered where Venom wa--
YOU LOOK SO GOOD, SWEET ANGEL.
You should've expected this sooner, Venom popping out behind Eddie's back as Eddie popped open the button of your jeans, but you grinned nonetheless. "Hi, V."
I HAVE TOLD EDDIE MULTIPLE TIMES THAT HE IS A MORON FOR YOU, SO YOU DO NOT NEED TO WORRY.
"Dude, me and her time," Eddie mumbled, annoyed as he undid the zipper of your jeans, and you reached down to help him as he yanked your jeans down your thighs.
You were still grinning as Eddie leaned down to bury his face between your legs. "V, you did what? I - oh, fuck."
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