#goo daddy

[smth-sweet2bite]

I’m cooking on a small kinda phantom of the opera based Darius AU and I’m nowhere near done but erm:

[thirsty-venom-posts]

Fem reader discreet public sex with the venom equiv of fingers leading to sex (public or at home, dealer's choice)

OR

"Just wait until we get you home, little morsel, you will be sorry then."

(Or both, I can't tell you want to do.)

NOW IT’S A PARTY.

tw: smut, drunk sex

Your sundress is distracting for Eddie, but for Venom seeing your bare thighs, the slip peak out from the hem, as you take your seat for brunch - well it’s an absolutely cage-rattling experience. Eddie figured casual brunch with some of your mutual friends would be a low-pressure third date. Eat eggs Benedict, drink mimosas, help you into an Uber afterwards.

Experience has taught Eddie that it’s really best to ease potential romantic partners in to the idea that dating Eddie includes dating Venom and Venom is… well he’s a 10 foot tall extraterrestrial predator. That’s the kind of thing you work up to when you’re in the early stage of a relationship.

Maybe it’s because he’s in a bit of a dry spell. Maybe it’s because Venom has a thing for floral print and thighs. Maybe it’s because the lunatic behind the bar makes mimosas with both champagne AND vodka. Venom is in rare form, listing all of the things they’d like to do to you - in alphabetical order, inexplicably - and making extremely unhelpful suggestions about how Eddie might convince you to walk with him the few blocks back to his apartment instead of taking an Uber home by yourself.

“TELL HER WE HAVE SOMETHING TO SHOW HER.”

“I don’t have anything to show her.”

“YES WE DO.”

Venom pulls rank and give Eddie a sudden throbbing erection.

—-

The mimosas seem a little strong, but you’re not driving and you’ve got nothing else going on today, so you spend brunch talking and laughing and getting a pretty solid buzz on. Eddie is oddly quiet, but he watches you closely and places his hand on your thigh when he reaches for the check. He gives it a squeeze as he hands his card to the server. You don’t object. Eddie’s hands are large and warm and it feels pleasant that he wants to put them on you.

Venom can feel you through Eddie’s hands, and they find your thigh very enticing. Venom is exceedingly sensitive to all manner of tactile sensations - the coolness of your skin, the soft texture, the way the flesh gives with pressure under the pads of Eddie’s fingers. Venom could easily make a meal of you with their hands alone. The subtle warmth from where your thighs meet is intoxicating, and Eddie has to remind Venom that this is strictly a social occasion.

Venom calls Eddie a candy ass.

—-

Standing up after four mimosas (with vodka) is considerably harder than sitting in a patio chair, and you link your arm under Eddie’s for balance. You don’t feel entirely confident that you can handle a 20 minute Uber ride home.

“You live up a couple of blocks, right? Can we go back to your place? I need to sleep off the mimosas.”

—-

The walk seems to do you some good, but when you speak, your word are just a little too fuzzy around the edges for Eddie to believe that you’ve actually sobered up. Venom is positively giddy in Eddie’s head.

Eddie expects you to make yourself comfortable on the sofa. He’s taken aback when you make your way straight to his bed, crawl in, and pass out on your belly with your shoes still on. Eddie takes off your flats and puts two Advil and glass of water next to you on the bedside table. He fluffs a couple of pillows and settles next to you so that he can read and, should he need to, help you to the bathroom to vomit. You’re adorable when you’re asleep, and Venom purrs deeply in Eddie’s chest in time with your breathing. They let their own body heat radiate to keep you comfortable. They reach out with an inky appendage and stroke your arm gingerly.

—-

You wake up in Eddie’s bed a few hours later, feeling a little fuzzy but otherwise well rested. You sit up on your knees.

“You okay? You need some water or anything?”

Eddie reaches across the bed to offer you the water and Advil. He watches, seemingly mesmerized, as you gulp them down and place the glass back on the table. You take a couple of deep breaths and Eddie places his hand on your shoulder gently and rubs your skin gently with his thumb. He searches your face. You slept for a long time and he wants to know that you’re feeling okay. He pushes your hair behind your ear and you blink at him. Your face is relaxed and seeing the softness in you eyes relieves Eddie. The two of you are still very new to each other and he did not expect you bring you back to his apartment drunk for a three hour nap.

And he certainly didn’t expect you to lean over and kiss him. Venom, however, is not at all surprised and is perfectly happy to take the reins on Eddie’s behalf.

—-

Venom flips you over before you know what’s happening, but the warmth of their large, firm body and the low purr in their chest is soothing. Their tongue is intimidating and you tense when their teeth come into focus, but they nuzzle into your neck and you relax again.

To the touch, Venom is buttery soft for you. Feeling you tense underneath them was warning enough that they should bridle some of their inherent intensity so as not to overwhelm you. Venom has the capacity for spectacular violence, but they are perfectly capable of gentleness with their nimble appendages and even their large frame.

Venom explores your body with all of the reserve they can muster, flattening their tongue to taste the skin of your thighs, your stomach, your breast. You giggle when they nip your inner thigh, then gasp and moan when their tongue finds its way inside you. Venom’s control slips when they feel you contract around them and they push deeper. Your cheeks and chest are flushed and your breasts bounce in time with the thrust of Venom’s tongue. Venom growls into you when they feel you orgasm. They crawl up your body and lick your mouth as you gasp for air. The site of you undoes Venom and he flips you over in to your belly.

—-

From behind, Venom can reach around and kneed your breasts as they fuck you. They kiss the top of your head and whisper how lovely you are, how good you taste and, as they come inside you, what a perfect morsel you are.

—-

You wake up under the covers with your head on Eddie’s chest. His nose is buried in your hair. He feels you stir and asks softly how you’re doing.

“I’m good, I’m fine. What the fuck was that?”

Eddie kisses the top of your head.

“I’ll explain in the morning, okay?”

—-

Now Venom insists that Eddie take you to brunch at least twice a month.

[captain-palestine]

Daddy kink Darius confirmed

[marycheryyy]

Dream vacation spot?

God there are so many ! Right now my best friend is in Mexico on the beach and I’m getting some incredible pictures

So I’d say right now it’s Mexico ✨

[dovahgriin-archive]

Ayyyy I have the best cousin ever

[thirsty-venom-posts]

you do smaller predator x apex predator so well! could we have a chase (with smutty surprise at the end) fic by chance 👀

Oooh it’s gonna get real spicy!

tw: very intense smut, dubcon, predator/prey dynamic, dacryphilia

—-

Your first unsupervised hunt was disastrous. You limped home covered in livid bruises and abrasions. You were sore for days after. Eddie made you fresh bone broth and rubbed arnica into your bruises. He kissed your temple every time you winced. Venom managed to tie up the loose ends and brought you back plenty of fresh game in the process, but there would be no more hunting solo.

—-

The moon is full and the sky is clear. The air is warm and humid and you gulp it into your lungs as you sprint through the park. The dry grass whips at your bare shins. You skid to a stop at the tree line and, under the cover of darkness, you hold your breath on short intervals so you can listen for the sound of your pursuer.

—-

Venom would not even entertain the idea of another hunt without their direct supervision, but they also insisted that you learn to take care of yourself if a situation turned lethal. If Venom had their way, you’d never leave Eddie’s apartment. You’d sit on the sofa, ideally naked, and work on your laptop while Venom fed you slices of intestine or liver. But hunting is good enrichment and it keeps you sharp. Venom knows that sharpness may serve you well someday, so they devised a series of exercises to teach your mind and your body how to negotiate with danger.

—-

Venom’s eyes are well suited to the dark, but it’s their tongue that is their most perceptive organ. They can taste the adrenaline and cortisol on your breath every time you exhale. They can taste your sweat in the air. Sweat from exertion, sweat from fear. Your eyes are wide and glassy. Your chest is heaving. You’re sticky with sweat and humidity and your hair clings too your face. You cannot see Venom, but they can watch your pupils dilate as you struggle to make sense of the shapes in the darkness.

When Venom slams into you with the full weight of their massive body, the air leaves your lungs before you can cry out. You grapple competently at first, then you flail and bite and scratch like a feral cat. Venom finally pins you to the ground, on your belly with your hands behind your back. The dirt feels dry and fine like dust. Venom lifts your head up by your hair and brings their mouth to your ear.

“YOU ARE NOT FAST ENOUGH, LITTLE TIGER.”

You struggle mightily, trying to draw your knees in so you can lift you upper body. Venom presses your wrists into the small of your back and growls.

“BE STILL.”

You huff out a breath of air. Your face feels hot and sticky with sweat. Tears sting your eyes and you let out a throaty sob. You want so badly to be able to fend for yourself.

Venom releases your wrists and wraps both arms around you. They pull you onto your knees and into their chest. They rest their head on top of yours. You can feel them purr, low and rumbling, through your back and right into your chest. It obscures the feel of your own beating heart. Your face is gritty with dirt and tears leave streaks down your cheeks. You lean back into Venom, letting your head rest on their shoulder. Your sobs are racking and coughing now. Venom lets their tongue reach between your breast. It is a gesture of intimacy when Venom feels for your heartbeat through their prehensile tongue.

Venom nuzzles the side of your face and brings their tongue up to taste your warm, salty tears. They breathe deeply and slowly. Your body feels bundled with tension. They gently rub the tops of your thighs and nibble your shoulder. You sniffle and sigh. Venom feels for the changes in your heart and respiration rates. Little by little, your body quiets in response to their succor. Your mind quiets too, and when Venom brings their hands up your body to cup your breasts and rub their thumbs over your nipples, you’re receptive to their affection.

Venom smiles and licks your ear. Your giggle at first, then moan softly. You can feel Venom’s erection growing behind you. They reach into your shorts and stimulate your clit with one large ring finger and bring the other hand up to wrap it around your throat.

—-

Venom thrusts into you hard, bracing your hips with both hands. Your eyes roll back in your head. On your knees and elbows with Venom behind you, they feel even more massive inside you. You come silently, but Venom feels you pulsing around their cock and bends to kiss down your spine in response. They grip your hips and growl as they come into you.

—-

Venom insists on feeding you in the bathtub. The hot water is soothing and the smell of meat perks your appetite. Venom licks the blood from your chin. You will be a strong predator, but for now you need Venom. Venom, for their part, needs you as well.

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Venom x reader with like body surrounding/encapsulating. Sorta like soft vore?

I broke my pelvis in September when my horse, who is a kind but deeply troubled animal, had an emotional meltdown and broke in half bucking me off. I was in the hospital for four days and the experience was intense. I was on powerful pain medication but I was still able to feel internally the extent of the damage. This is what I imagine a therapeutic soft vore would have felt like. Photo of my Barbie Dream Horse for vibe purposes.

Your skin still feels gritty with a layer of arena dirt and you have visible tear streaks down your cheeks. You’d finally been admitted to the hospital from Ortho Trauma at 3am once the orthopedist had determined that surgery wouldn’t be necessary, or that it wouldn’t do you much good either way. The blown up barrel horse you’d spent two slow, fairly successful years retraining to be a ranch pony had finally lived up to his reputation as a fractious rocket donkey. Your first call, upon realizing you couldn’t get your legs underneath you after hitting the ground, was to your boss.

“Jesus Christ, call an ambulance you fucking psycho!”

You did not call an ambulance. You called your boyfriend. He called your mom. Your mom called an ambulance.

—-

Eddie finds horses intimidating, but loves the way your two friendly goobers follow him around the pasture, gently nipping at his pockets for treats. Between him and your mother, they managed to get your anxious gelding untacked and put away before the ambulance arrived. You passed out from the pain when the EMTs lifted you with your hips cradled in a sheet, but once they got you onto the stretcher and started a central line, fentanyl did exactly what it was meant to and you spent the ambulance ride singing Cher karaoke with your new favorite first responders.

—-

Venom would have eaten your horse whole, but Eddie reminded them that it would only make things worse. You were already in tremendous pain and riding would be off the table for an indeterminate amount of time. Hell, Eddie was prepared for at least six weeks of you being completely incapable of walking unaided. Venom fully intended to lock you up and throw away the key to keep you from needing to do anything on your own.

—-

Venom licks the grit from your face and purrs gently into your ear. You’re no longer on intravenous pain medication and you can’t seem to find a comfortable position. It’s not just pain - something feels wrong internally. The pressure of the hospital bed against your body, gravity itself, is too much. Tears well in your eyes and Venom tastes them. You reach for their face, but even the use of your upper body hurts. Venom runs a hand over the livid bruise on your abdomen from the horn of your saddle. They move down to your thigh and you wince, expecting the weight of their large hand to be too much pressure.

“CLOSE YOUR EYES.”

You do as you’re told. You feel a feather light sensation starting at your toes, moving upward like a silk sheet enveloping your body from the bottom up. Venom is wonderfully dextrous as they swallow you, careful to avoid overstimulating your sore body with too many tactile sensations too quickly. Symbiosis is not without its perks, and the ability to create a feeling of weightlessness from the inside is one of them. You’re floating in a warm, salty ocean of inky blackness. Sounds are muffled. Pain is muffled. Venom lulls you to sleep with their own breathing and rhythmic purrs and chirps. There will be months of rehabilitation and physical therapy to look forward to but for now, you belong to Venom.

—-

I realized after writing this that I’m not entirely sure that I’ve satisfied the prompt, so if you want something different please say so.

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Shout out to the anon who gave me the excuse I needed to use the phrase “violently horny” in a work of fiction.