Anon Requested: May I request a Venom x reader story please? Like he’s trying to cheer her up by taking different blob forms and trying to look extra cute wanting to see her laugh again please?
“EDDIE... LET ME SEE HER....” Venom says within Eddie’s mind.
“I’m not sure if she wants that... She has been kind of touchy...” Eddie says with uncertainty.
Eddie and Venom can see you sitting on the couch curled up on your side. You had been upset all day. You came home yesterday from work and you seemed off, but Eddie didn’t question it and decided to make dinner for you, which you didn’t eat.
“PROBABLY BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT GOOD AT ATTRACTING A MATE IN THE FIRST PLACE.”
“Hey! Let me-” Eddie gets cut off as Venom begins to incase his body.
You hear the big thundering footsteps of Venom and the weight and creaking of the couch as he sits down.
“NIBBLES... YOU ARE LOOKING LIKE A SNACCC WITH THREE C’s” You giggle slightly before looking at him.
“I don’t want love bites right now V...” You say in a more somber tone.
“NOT NOW NIBBLES. I LOVE YOU” You see as the white part of Venoms chest turns into a heart.
“I love you too V..” You say with a small smile.
You can see as his body morphs slightly and extensions begin to grow out of his head.
“What is that?” You ask pointing to the top of his head.
“BUNNY EARS. BUT YOU LIKE IT BETTER WHEN I CALL YOU THAT RIGHT~?” He has a slight purr in the back of his throat which makes you blush.
The ears suddenly disappear into cat ears instead and he develops a nose as he leans over you. You feel him nuzzle into you as he picks you up and places you into his lap. You can’t really describe his texture. He isn’t as slimy as one might think. He continues to purr and nuzzle into you as you scratch between the makeshift ears. His whole body shivers and you giggle again.
“IS MY NIBBLES HAPPY?” He asks the the most hopeful tone he can muster.
You nod and kiss his forehead. “Yes I am very happy Venom... Thank you.” You say as you curl into him.
“Tell Eddie i’m sorry for being mean yesterday... I was just frustrated..”
“HE UNDERSTANDS AND HE LOVES YOU. WE LOVE YOU NIBBLES” Venom says as he licks your cheek.
You groan in annoyance before saying. “I love you both too.”
Request: “Uuuuh how about a venom x plus size reader who is made fun of for her size and venom/Eddie gives her a little comfort ((and maybe decides to get some revenge????)) cause those stories make me soft.”
A/N: Alright, here’s the first actual installment of my 150 follower celebration (except now it’s really more of a 200 follower celebration)!! As with the anon, these sorts of stories really make me soft, and I hope you guys like this! I adore Eddie Brock and Venom and I hope I did them justice!!!
All of my taglists are still open, as are requests!!! I’m hoping to get them out at a faster pace lmaooooo
Warnings: gets a little steamy but no smut, hints to smut, hints to violence, rude people making rude comments, near panic attack, silly dancing, like a serious amount of fluff
You pulled to a stop at the stoplight, your hands gripping the handlebars of your motorcycle tightly. It was taking the light what felt like forever to change, and you were already late for date night because a customer at your shop just refused to leave.
Finally, you were able to continue. You didn’t know why you were having dinner at a diner all the way across town from both your shop and your apartment, but hey, you weren’t complaining. You enjoyed new things and trying new places.
It seemed like it took forever to get to the so-called ‘diner’ that was supposed to host your date. You parked your bike and took off your helmet, tucking it under your arm. The building itself looked… nicer than you anticipated.
“Y/N!” a familiar voice called out to you. As you were turning towards the voice, you were crushed in a tight hug.
“Eddie, Venom, you’re crushing me!” you managed to chuckle as your air was gently squeezed from your chest.
“We missed you,” Eddie said, pulling back to pout. “We never wanna leave you.”
“Aw, poor babies,” you cooed, quickly pressing a kiss to his pouting lips. He pulled you back in and buried his nose in the crook of your neck; a tendril from Venom snuck out and “licked” a stripe up your neck. Your giggle made them both hum in happiness.
Eddie broke away and laced your fingers together, smiling brightly at you. He led you inside, unlacing your fingers so he could drape his arm around your waist. His fingers gently rubbed the skin revealed at the bottom of your shirt, making your skin tingle but your overall demeanor relax. Venom curled a hidden tendril around your wrist; it was one of his favorite places to hold and made him feel like you were actually holding hands.
“Where would you like to sit?” Eddie asked you, pulling you a bit closer.
“Anywhere is fine,” you smiled at him.
He grinned, giving your hip a small squeeze. Your boyfriend led you over to a booth near the back and you sat across from him, putting your helmet next to you. You looked around as a waitress quickly bustled over to you with some menus.
It was probably the nicest diner you’d ever been in. It wasn’t meant to be a recreation of what diners used to be. The place was basically a restaurant that simply served diner food. It was decorated with modern sleek designs, but it wasn’t overly lit with bright lights. There was a bar that you could see from your booth, but people weren’t clamoring for the attention of the bartender. It was much calmer in that aspect than other places.
There was also a dancefloor, but it wasn’t full of grinding bodies. The people there were more spread out, dancing in a way that fit to the music; it wasn’t loud club music, no loud trilling bass beats. It was calmer, less frantic than a club. You liked it.
The waitress, a lovely woman named Beatrice, handed you both menus and gave you two a moment to look the menu over. It wasn’t large, just a simple two pages as a book, but the simplicity had a sort of charm that you quite liked. You talked through the options with your boyfriend, him occasionally giving input from Venom, and made your decisions. You were expressing your enjoyment of the music to him when he beamed at you.
“I figured,” Eddie basically purred as he leaned towards you with twinkling eyes, “that you and I could dance a bit after we eat.”
“I’d love that,” you smirked.
“All right, do we know what we’re eating?” Beatrice asked. She placed two waters on the table for you both.
You and Eddie ordered your food, including an alcoholic beverage for each of you. As Beatrice smiled and walked away, your eyes locked on your boyfriend across from you. His eyes, those beautiful blue-green eyes you adored, were sparking at you.
Not sparkling, sparking.
“I cannot wait to get you back home and help you relax, sweet thing,” he murmured loud enough for you to hear him.
“Oh really?” you raised a brow, leaning your elbows on the table and putting your chin on your folded hands. “Why is that, babe?”
Eddie grinned the sweetest grin at you. He reached across to you, taking your hand and squeezing it. “You’ve been so stressed lately, love,” he said. “With expanding your shop, and then the showerhead breaking on us, and your parents, and my bike, well… I just want you to be able to relax, baby. And I know I can help with that.”
“Well,” you smirked before biting your lip, “you’ll just have to prove it, won’t you?”
“That’s a promise, sweet cheeks,” he winked at you.
Your head tilted back in laughter and delighted in his accompanying chuckles. Your smile was radiant with your laughter as you thanked Beatrice when she arrived with the drinks. Eddie was still holding your hand and he squeezed it before letting go so he could take a long drink, his eyes on you the entire time.
While you waited for food, you chatted with your boyfriend about his day. He told you all about the information he’d found that day, and how he would appreciate your help with some wording on his other project.
Your food arrived and you dug in, a moan leaving your mouth as the delicious taste flooded your mouth. You had a feeling that his eyes were flashing as your head leaned back in happiness from the taste. It didn’t matter to you, though, because the steak and eggs you were tasting was too glorious to open your eyes.
“Jesus, Eddie, how long have you known about this place?” you asked him as you opened your eyes.
His eyes were a bit whiter than normal and he arched a brow at you. You blinked as you ran through your previous actions, then you winked at him. A small, low growl left his throat, and you giggled slightly.
“I’ve been coming here for, oh, three months?” Eddie finally told you.
You gave him a faux-pained look and stuck your bottom lip out. He laughed at your antics and told you to just dig in and enjoy the food.
Once you were both done, and had shared a milkshake, Eddie stood up and held his hand out to you. With a coy smile, you put your hand in his and let him whisk you to the dancefloor. Eddie gave you a twirl and you laughed brightly, tilting your head back.
“I adore you,” you told him as he twirled you into his chest.
Eddie’s hands wrapped around your waist and he swayed you back and forth, much slower than the beat of the music playing. He put his forehead on yours and you could see the adoration shining in your eyes.
“How long has it been?” he murmured just loud enough for you to hear.
“Since we went on our first date?” you asked as you looked up at him. His confirmation was just a simple tender smile. “It’s been a year.”
Eddie hummed gently and dipped his head to give you a sweet kiss on the lips. “Feels like much longer than that.”
“We’ve known each other for three years, Eddie,” you pointed out.
“Feels longer than that, too,” he said.
You tipped your head back with your laugh and ruffled his hair. He pouted at you and urged you to dance to the beat now.
One of your favorite things about Eddie was how unafraid he was to be a dork. Venom was also unafraid to be a dork, but that was mostly because his knowledge of human customs was still being worked on. Eddie performed an incredibly cheesy disco finger that had you in stitches while you moved your hips to the beat.
Not one to be outdone, you started to do the sprinkler, Eddie’s laugh bright in your ears. Of course, he joined in happily, and the two of you were having a dorky dance move competition, to no one’s surprise.
Then, while you were bouncing to the beat exaggeratedly fist pumping, you heard it.
“Jesus, what a cow,” a man commented. “It’s disgusting.”
“A cow made out of Jello,” his friend added with a laugh.
“I bet fucking her is like fucking a bowl of condensed soup,” another laughed.
“I bet that boyfriend of hers is only pitying her, using her as a filler until he finds someone better. There’s no way a guy like that could be with a guy like her,” the singular woman with them said, and she was obviously tipsy.
It had been some time since someone commented on your appearance. These past months with Eddie—hell, even before you were dating—had done wonders for how you viewed yourself. Your self esteem had always been up and down, but with Eddie, it was up much more often. But now, it was like you had never gotten that high.
The fact that you felt so low because of a couple of assholes made you angry, but you couldn’t help the way that you felt. It harkened back to your school days, and it was not a pleasant trip down memory lane. And what they said about Eddie made all of your hidden insecurities about your relationship rear their ugly heads.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Eddie asked you, he and Venom noticing your quick change.
“I, um, I’m gonna run to the bathroom really quick,” you informed him before quickly walking off to the bathroom.
Once you were in the clean one-stall restroom, you locked the door and quickly hopped onto the counter. Your breathing was rapid, and you knew that the panic attack was right on the horizon. It was not something you wanted at all.
You were going through your grounding exercise when a knock on the door made you jump in shock. Your lungs jumped as your panic attack came even closer.
“Y/N?” Eddie’s voice came through the door. “C’mon darling, let me in.”
“We can hear your heartrate, Y/N,” Eddie let Venom say aloud. “Let us in.”
You reached a shaky hand over and unlocked the door. Eddie was immediately walking in, a bit of Venom’s inkiness creeping up his neck.
“What’s wrong, Y/N?” Eddie demanded gently.
“I-it’s nothing,” you breathed out. “Just… hold me?”
Eddie’s strong arms wrapped around your shoulders and he tucked your head into his chest. He rubbed your back with soft hands and started to hum your favorite song. Slowly, your breathing returned to normal and you felt your heartrate calm.
“There, she’s a bit better now,” Eddie murmured, though you could tell that it was directed towards Venom in his mind.
You gently pushed Eddie back a bit and smiled up at him. “I’m okay now.”
“C’mon, you can’t just avoid it. Tell us about it,” your boyfriend(s) urged you gently.
With a shaky inhale, you essentially whispered, “Some people on the dance floor… called me disgusting and a cow. And they said that you’re just using me until someone better comes along. They said that someone like you could never be with someone like me.”
“What?” Eddie and Venom’s voices blended together in a growl.
“N-no, please, you two, please don’t bother,” you begged them.
“They made you feel disgusting and ugly when you clearly are not,” Eddie’s voice said, though Venom’s voice was still in the back of his throat.
“Eddie, Venom, please, can’t we just… go?”
Eddie’s shifting eyes, and Venom’s vein popping on his neck, were a little concerning. As your eyes pleaded up at him, your boyfriends hesitantly nodded. You were about to jump off the counter when Eddie put a determined hand on your shoulder.
When you looked up at him, Eddie’s eyes were dark with lust and determination. As you opened your mouth to ask what was going on, he put his finger on your lips.
“Shush, we’re going to prove them wrong. Don’t worry, we’ve got you. We’re never going to leave you. It’s a promise.”
With that gentle sentence, Eddie pressed his mouth to yours hungrily. While you were surprised, you found yourself melting into his kiss, as you always did. You felt a tendril from Venom move to attach to your wrist again.
Eddie pulled back from your lips with a gasp, his eyes glittering. At the sight of your already swollen lips, he let out a delectable groan and quickly attached his lips to the side of your neck. He sucked on your pulse point, making you breathe out a gasp.
Eddie knew exactly how sensitive your neck was, and he and Venom always used it to their advantage. When Eddie moved and sucked the spot behind your ear, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Venom decided to keep them there and trailed his own “hand” to tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck (another sensitive spot).
Your boyfriend was clearly on a mission as he rutted his hips against yours and sucked all over your neck and collarbone. As he tongued a particularly wonderful spot at the junction of your collarbone and neck, you whined and tugged on his hair.
Eddie and Venom’s voice combined into a growl once more, and he stepped back from you sharply.
“We’re leaving,” they announced, gently tugging you off the counter. Eddie’s hand, and a sliver of Venom, held yours tightly as he guided you out of the bathroom. They didn’t even give you a chance to fix your now messy hair.
“Who said it?” Eddie whispered into your hair as you walked your table.
“What?”
“Who said those things?” Eddie asked tensely.
With a sigh, knowing he wouldn’t let it go, you pointed out the group of people without actually pointing them out. They were staring at you, specifically your neck, and had looks of shock on their face.
“Alright, doll,” Eddie turned to look at you. “Why don’t you go ahead and go home while I pay for the stuff? I’ll meet you there.”
“But—”
“And you could slip into that beautiful gunmetal babydoll set that we all love so much?” he pleaded with shining eyes.
You laughed brightly and finally nodded. Eddie and Venom whispered a thank you before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
Grabbing your helmet, you quickly exited the diner, eager to get home and put on the lingerie set your boyfriends mentioned.
The drive home was uneventful and much quicker than the one to the diner. You were incredibly grateful for that, but you also figured that if you had been in the light mood you were currently in earlier, perhaps the drive would’ve been better.
Once home, you quickly slipped into the piece of “clothing” and made the bed. You put some soft but sexy music on the speakers and lounged on the couch in your silk robe (a gift from Eddie) while waiting for your boyfriends to return.
You played on your phone for what felt like forever. Patience had always been a virtue of yours, so you waited for what turned into an hour for them to get home.
The apartment door opened, and you popped your head up over the back of the couch, a bright smile on your face. Eddie looked breathless, as if he’d climbed the stairs instead of took the elevator, and as if he’d climbed them three at a time.
“Hello there, handsome,” you greeted him with a smile.
Eddie simply grinned and crooked a finger at you, beckoning you over. With a soft giggle, you quickly padded over to him. He stared down at you with an intensity that you weren’t completely unfamiliar with, but it was normally a little… calmer.
“We took care of those people,” Eddie informed you softly. At your concerned look, he rushed to finish, “Venom didn’t eat them. Actually, he said they’d taste like rancid meat or something. No, we just threatened them.”
“Eddie, V, you shouldn’t—”
“No one gets to make you feel that low,” they stated firmly. “No one. You are ours and we love you and you deserve the best the world has to offer.”
“Aw, you guys, that’s really sweet,” you began to say, but you were cut off by Eddie’s finger once more.
It was just Eddie’s voice as he said almost nervously, “I’m not saying we’re the best the world has to offer. We’re far from it, actually. But you’ve always accepted me no matter what, even before Venom and after Annie. You are the most amazing woman on this planet. You are the kindest, bravest, most fantastical person I’ve ever met. I love you, Y/N, I’ve always loved you, even before I knew it.”
There were tears misting your eyes at his kind words, and you cupped his stubbly cheek with your hand. “Eddie, Venom, you’re both amazing. I love you too. I’ll never stop loving you, Eddie. I’ve loved you since I first met you. You’ve always been the person I’ve wanted to spend the rest of my days with, in whatever type of relationship possible.”
Eddie’s smile was nervous, something you had only seen once, when he told you about Venom. Eddie Brock was not someone who got nervous over nothing. Stressed, yes, but he very rarely got nervous. It made you nervous, too.
“I’m glad you think that way,” he chuckled tensely.
“Eddie, what’s wrong?” you asked, brushing your thumb across his cheekbone.
Suddenly, your boyfriend was kneeling on the ground and a small purple box was in his hand. You took a step back in surprise, your hand coming up to clutch your chest. Eddie, and Venom’s head, smiled up at you like a billion gem shards in the sunlight.
“Y/N, you’re my—our—best friend, and the love of our lives. You’ve accepted us when we both thought you’d run away. You make us calm, you make us patient, you make us better. Please, Y/N, would you do me the honor of being my wife? So that our relationship can’t be broken in any possible way, even by the law?”
“Eddie Brock, you idiot, is this because—”
“No, it’s not. I was planning to do this anyway.” He had his own hopeful tears streaming down his cheeks and melting into his adorable stubble.
You were completely crying. “That’s what I thought,” you whispered happily.
Eddie opened the box and showed you the simple ring that you had always described. Venom’s voice rumbled with happiness as he prompted, “Well, Y/N?”
“Yes, of course I’ll marry you idiots!” you nodded emphatically with the tears running down your cheeks in ecstatic rivulets.
Eddie was up in an instant, lifting you in his arms and twirling you around. You were laughing and crying with him, feeling him press kisses into any available space.
When your fiancé finally put you down, you brought your lips to his in a searing kiss. As you slipped your tongue into his mouth, Venom slipped the ring onto your finger easily.
Eddie drew back from you and gave you a wolfish grin, a flash of Venom in his eyes. “Now, it’s time to celebrate and relax, and I plan on making it even more obvious that you’re mine and that I love you more than life itself.”
“As long as I get to do the same,” you smirked.
“Oh, I wouldn’t want it any other way,” Eddie chuckled darkly as he scooped you into his arms and squeezed you, Venom gripping your wrist tightly.
Hi! Can I request a scenario brown Venom and the f!reader? Venom sees the reader’s fear of being in romantic relationships and trust issues so he decides to help her out by being her first partner? (I’m not asking for NSFW situations just some fluff btwn them.)
Venom is one of the fandoms I’m trying out, but I’m not really inspired for this request (especially since I don’t know about brown Venom). Sorry, anon! TOT
May I request a Venom x reader story please? Like he’s trying to cheer her up by taking different blob forms and trying to look extra cute wanting to see her laugh again please?
Kind of a short one I apologize! I hope you like it though!
Plus sized reader with Venom? Preferably with some "alternative" looks (nose piercing, blue hair, looks intimidating but is a teddy bear in the end).
“Shopping Trip” Drabble
Venom x Plus-sized Punk Reader (Safe for work, fluffy with some swearing)
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You slid into the changing room and closed the door behind you. You were trying not to get your hopes up but gosh it was tempting. You didn’t exactly have the best eye for size but it really looked like this shirt was going to fit you and you really hoped it would because it was so cute.
People probably wouldn’t expect you to wear this kind of shirt. It was a white blouse with frilly sleeves, covered in delicate red roses that looked like they’d been painted on in watercolors. Your usual wardrobe was a bit darker and heavier, seeing as it matched your “resting bitch face” and usually helped you avoid awkward small-talk with strangers. You wouldn’t deny that you liked looking intimidating in general, but you had a bit of a teddy bear side as well and this shirt really fit the bill.
You held it up to yourself in the mirror as a visual test and it looked promising. As you did so, an oily black tendril materialized out of your shoulder, a glistening snake-head with white eyes looking at the article of clothing curiously.
“What do ya think?” you asked the Symbiote, hoping it would approve of its new host’s change in wardrobe.
“Pretty…and soft,” was its only reply, its voice quiet and inquisitive in your mind.
You turned your attention back to the shirt.
“Come on, please fit,” you thought, ripping off your black Breaking Benjamin t-shirt and being careful not to hook your nose ring in the process. Then you slid that dainty floral blouse off of its hanger.
But your hopes were dashed like autumn leaves in the wind before you had even finished doing up the buttons. The way it stretched across your chest made it clear that you would snap the shirt off if you so much as tried to take a deep breath.
“Fuck,” you hissed, undoing the buttons angrily and tossing your curly blue hair out of your eyes.
You glared at yourself in the changing room mirror, half-naked and trying to figure out who or what it was that you were angry at, exactly. Being angry at your body was obviously doing no good. It was doing its best, after all. You were dieting and exercising to the best of your ability but your metabolism just wouldn’t cooperate…
You weren’t the only plus-sized person in the world. How long was the clothing industry going to be a little bitch to all of you? All the cute shit was always for the small and medium sizes, why couldn’t they spare the time and energy to make some pretty plus-sized clothes?
It was a struggle you were very familiar with, unfortunately.
The Symbiote at your shoulder said nothing for a moment, its eyes on the discarded blouse on the floor. Then it turned its alien gaze to your face and pressed a soft, toothy kiss to your cheek, making your scowl break into a snort of laughter instead.
“I love your form,” it said to you, affectionately nuzzling against your neck.
“Thanks,” you murmured sincerely, stroking the pliant, undulating surface of its coils with your hand in return.
Such a sweet little alien… thing…
You decided not to let Capitalism get you down. Whatever. On with the day.
You put the blouse back on its hanger and left it in the changing room, pulling on your old clothes and heading out of the store.
Despite the Symbiote’s earlier reassurance, you couldn’t help but feel just a little bummed as you kept thinking about how cute you would’ve looked in that shirt, if only it had fit.
Suddenly, as you were getting situated in your car, you felt a cool shivering across the surface of your skin along your torso. When you looked down, your black shirt had been overtaken by the cute white blouse with the flowers, just like you wanted, only it was actually your size.
You gasped, your heart swelling with happiness and gratitude.
You had only recently become bonded with the Symbiote, so you were still learning about its abilities. Clearly, there were quite a few perks to this relationship.
You gave the smug little serpent at your shoulder a big kiss and a ‘thank you’ before driving out of the parking lot, feeling cute as a goddamn button.
–Sorry it’s not super long. I hope you like it, Anon. ^_^ Thanks for the request.
