a kiss along the collarbone for blitz? maybe with a little spice??? ;)
prompt #12: a kiss along the collarbone
Blitzø groans as you sink down onto him, his cock slowly enveloped in the wet, tight warmth of you. his head falls back against the seat of the van, his claws tightening on your waist as you take up a slow, rocking pace over him. You moan as you feel the barbs that line the underside of his cock grind and tease into the sensitive flesh of your cunt, and Blitzø wraps a large around the back of your neck, claws tangling in your hair as he pulls you down into a kiss.
The movement is hungry and aggressive, a mix of teeth and tongue that makes you shiver, the sounds you make catching against his mouth. Blitzø echoes it in a rough, needy groan, and you fuck yourself onto him hard enough to make your tits bounce. Blitzø’s hand leaves your hair to grope indelicately at your chest, tugging your shirt and bra down roughly enough that you hear threads pop. His palm is cool against the soft flesh, and your nipple tightens and hardens against it.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good, tits,” Blitzø grinds out, thrusting his hips up to meet yours. He dips his head down to roll his tongue over your nipple, and your fingers tighten in the lapels of his jacket.
You hear the rattle of empty aluminium cans as Blitzø shifts his boots, and your breath catches even as you manage a, “Christ, this van is a mess.”
Blitzø snickers, rewarding the criticism by grabbing fistfuls of your ass and squeezing wantonly. “You wanna give me decoratin’ tips or do you want me to make you cum so hard your eyes go fuckin’ blurry, ‘cause we’ve got about ten minutes before M&M come snoopin’.”
“Good point,” you laugh, pushing his jacket down his arms. You bring his mouth back to yours, catching his bottom lip between your teeth teasingly. “You better fuck me good, then.”
Blitzø grins, turning and laying you out across the van’s front seat. He thrusts hard into you and his smirk widens at the way it makes you moan. He fastens his mouth to the side of your throat, burying his teeth into the sensitive flesh as he snaps his hips forward, bottoming out inside you with each thrust. You wrap your legs around him, cursing as you bump your knee against the dash. He sniggers into your skin, his pants bunching under his ass as your thighs squeeze at his hips.
You clutch at his waist, his ass, and Blitzø groans when you find the base of his tail and squeeze. Your eyes roll back when he reaches between the two of you and finds your clit, pressing your hips desperately up to meet his when he rolls his fingers over it. You wrap an arm around his neck, head falling back against the seat as that pit of pleasure tightens inside you.
“Fuckin’… shit, you’re gonna…” Blitzø growls into the side of your neck, his thrusts becoming disjointed and uneven as he approaches his own release. “Gonna make you fuckin’ squirt, bitch… wanna feel you cum all over my fuckin’ cock… shit…”
“Blitz… fuck, Blitz…” you moan, watching the window above you fog with your shared breath. The van rocks with each thrust, and you push your fingers greedily up under his shirt to grope at the muscles of his stomach. “Fuck, I’m gonna…”
“That’s it, slut,” he brings his mouth back to yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth. You whine into his kiss, eyes squeezed closed, and his fingers quicken against your clit. “That’s it… fuckin’ drench me, baby, fuck—”
Blitzø thrusts hard into you as he cums, and you follow him over the precipice moments after. Blitzø groans and shudders as you tighten around him, his head dropping against your chest as you whimper at the feeling of him still stretching your over-sensitive cunt. You exhale heavily in a shaking breath as you come down, sweat sticking your bare skin to the leather of the seat beneath you.
It surprises you when you feel Blitzø press open mouthed kisses along your collarbone, jerking under him when he dips his head lower to flick his tongue teasingly over your nipple. He snickers when you smack him in the chest, leaning back so he can look down at you.
“You’re gonna stain my seats, you keep it up, tits.”
You roll your eyes up at him, breath catching in a soft, torn moan as he pulls his cock slowly out of you. “Proud of yourself?”
“Always, bitch.”
“Good,” you say, wrapping your fingers around his cock. You squeeze it teasingly, smirking when he lets out a soft squeak of a moan. You tuck him back into his pants, patting the bulge mockingly. “Next time, this happens in a bed.”
a masterlist of this year's kinktober event. twenty days of kink all told through 'x-reader' fics. all stories are, of course, over 18 only, so please, mdni. hope y'all enjoy, and please remember to like and reblog all your favourites. feedback fuels me and makes my heart all floaty, so please let me know what you think :)
this series also features my first attempts at writing lucifer, so I would love some feedback on his fics :)
Note: almost all the reader characters are afab. their relationships with stolas and angel are qpr within the larger poly!dynamic. husk and blitz serve as the hinge in these dynamics.
day nineteen: rough/risk of being seen/minor pony play (blitzø x afab/fem!reader)
blitzø drags you off into the barn at millie's family farm during your visit for the harvest moon festival and convinces you to share a quick roll in the hay. when you argue that you're not exactly the most subtle in the bedroom when it comes to noise, blitzø gets to live out part of a huge fantasy of his. 1.5k
“Just so we’re clear,” you manage to say between hungry, demanding kisses from Blitzø. He all but ignores the interruption, simply moving his mouth to tease over the side of your throat, his claws digging into your hips as he drags you further into the barn. “…Your idea of a… good idea… is to fuck me in Millie’s parents barn?”
“You’re talkin’ too much,” Blitzø mutters, bringing his mouth back to yours as he drags you into an empty stall. The space smells of dust and straw and the musty smell of animals, and it mixes with the ever-present scent of brimstone that permeates the Ring of Wrath. Under it you can still smell the intoxicating, spicy scent of the imp’s cologne. He pushes you up against the wall of the stall, presses his thigh up between both of yours. You gasp into his kiss and he slides his tongue into your mouth, groaning at the taste of you. His hands lead your hips to grind down against his thigh, and you can feel his erection pressing against you.
You push him back with a hand on his chest, so you can meet his eye. He lets you, an exasperated eyebrow raised. “And if we get—haaa, caught?” Your breath catches at the feeling of his lips sucking a mark over your pulse point, his tongue soothing over the sensitive flesh.
“Then they’ll know just how good you get it, won’t they, slut?” Blitzø taunts, grabbing a fistful of your ass. He hikes your thigh up against his hip, slings his hips into your own suggestively. He unzips his pants, his breath shuddering slightly as he wraps his fist around his cock and strokes it. He kisses you again, groaning into it when you replaces his hand with yours. “Guess you might actually have to turn your voice off for once.”
“Satan, you’re a prick,” you snipe back, even as you stroke his cock. He hisses approval when you squeeze the base of him, let your fingers linger near the barbs that line the underside of it. “What makes you think I don’t fake it for your benefit?”
Blitzø smirks, pulling up your skirt; he takes your ass in both hands and lifts you. You grab hold of his shoulders automatically in the hopes of balance, and a moan slips out of you unbidden when he slides his cock up against your cunt.
“That does,” he says smugly, and he snickers when you smack him on the arm in response. “Now, if ya done pretendin’ you’re not drippin’ wet over this, I’m gonna fuck ya now.”
“God, I hate you sometimes,” you eye-roll, but you still part your lips for the fingers he offers up to you.
“Yeah, yeah.”
You suck his fingers obediently, curling your tongue around them and coating them in saliva. Blitzø growls quietly at the feeling of it, his smirk widening. He pulls them from your mouth with a quiet ‘pop’, and his mouth immediately finds yours again, meeting your tongue with his as he slips his fingers between your thighs and teases them over your cunt. Then he’s pressing his cock into you and you moan again, louder this time.
“Christ, you’re a noisy bitch,” Blitzø taunts, pointedly eliciting another groan from you with a roll of his hips into yours that pushes him deeper into your aching cunt. He curls a large hand over your mouth, surprising you by pressing a teasing kiss to the tip of your nose as he does. He curses, then laughs and jerks his hand away when you sink your teeth into his palm. “Ow! Fuck! You wanna get caught?”
“Maybe I just wanna see you try and spin it to make you not look like a total fucking pervert,” you say snidely, and Blitzø snorts a laugh. Your eyes catch the tack hanging on the wall and after a moment’s consideration, you turn your attention back to the imp with a knowing smirk. “Want me to shut up and make you harder than a fucking rock?”
Blitzø raises a brow. “That’s a fat fuckin’ check you’re tryin’ to—”
He breaks off into silence as you reach over and lift the bridle off the hook and dangling it in front of him. Blitzø swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing heavily in his throat as his eyes widen. Then he exhales, his voice shaking slightly. “Fuuuuck, you’re so fuckin’ hot.”
You laugh, your breath catching as he pulls out of you. He sets you on the floor, knocking your hands away from his shoulders and takes you by the hips. He turns you around and pushes you up against the wall roughly, pressing himself up against your back and fisting his hand in your hair. He kisses you, then your neck, sliding his hand between your legs as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder. You moan as he teases his fingers over your clit, gropes roughly at your chest before guiding you into bending over for him.
You brace your hands against the wall, and Blitz loops the reins over your head; the bridle won’t fit and he doesn’t bother trying to make it. Instead he lets it hang, and he groans low and long as you take the bit into your mouth. He tugs on the reins experimentally, and curses when it jerks your head back. In the same moment he presses himself into you again, and you moan around the bit as his cock stretches and fills you.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck…” Blitzø shudders through it, a breathless laugh escaping him. “Christ on a stick…”
You moan as he pulls back and fucks into you again, taking up a rough, eager pace. His hips slam into yours, and he wraps the reins around his fist, keeping your neck arched back. The bit pulls at the corners of your mouth and you gag slightly at the feeling of it, drool collecting on your lip to drip down your chin.
Blitzø clutches at your hip, your ass, squeezing the flesh possessively. You’re choking on the sounds you’re making; the way your hands are braced on the stall wall the only thing stopping your face from meeting it. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of him filling you and Blitzø’s hands dig into your skin, marking it with his claws. There’s a desperation in his thrusts that makes it hard for you to think anything other than more, and you wind your tail around him in a wordless sign to not stop.
“So fuckin’ hot,” he grunts, reaching around to tease roughly at your clit. You jerk under the touch, the moan you give mangled by the bit and enough to make your drool drip to the straw-strewn floor beneath you. “Pretty little pony bitch, fuck you feel so fuckin’ good… Satan’s tits you’re… shiiiit…”
Blitzø’s fucking you so hard it almost hurts, and it feels so fucking good. Your claws dig into the wood of the wall, leaving obvious marks in the grain. You can hear voices outside; Millie and her sister… and the flash of fear at being caught twists into heat in your stomach. Blitzø doesn’t seem to care from the way he moans your name, announcing to anyone just how good you’re making him feel. He pinches your clit and you cum with a long, drawn-out sound somewhere between a moan and a whine, choking on the bit as your eyes roll back again.
Blitzø curses at the way you tighten around him, your cunt pulsing with each wave of your pleasure. He yanks on the reins, jerking you back to almost standing straight again, and he leans into you, still fucking himself deep into your cunt. Blitzø’s breath is hot on your neck, and he pulls the bit out of your mouth, bringing his mouth to yours before you can catch your breath.
He groans into your mouth, kissing you hungrily, desperately, and he fucks himself into you until he cums, pulling out to let his cum paint your thighs and ass. “Holy fuckin’ Christ…”
You exhale shakily, your thighs quivering and jerking under his touch. Your can feel they’re slick with cum, and you massage at your jaw to ease the ache the bit has left behind. “That’s one way of putting it…”
Blitzø snickers breathlessly, smacking your ass appraisingly. He leans against your back; his forehead presses into your shoulder. You feel his lips brush against it for a moment before he speaks. “You know… there’s a joke here about bein’ rode hard and put away wet… but we should probably get outta here before Mills and her hot sister get in here and see you with your panties ‘round your knees.”
You nod, humming gratefully when you feel him slide them back up your thighs. Then you jump as he snaps the band against your skin. Blitzø snickers, and then he’s dragging you out of the back of the barn and away from the other girls, the bridle left laying, dripping with spit, on the floor.
day fourteen: mutual masturbation/first time (blitzø x afab/fem!reader)
when you less-than-willingly divulge to blitzø that you've never actually touched yourself before, he's generous enough to offer to show you the ropes. is it stupid to accept his offer? maybe. is it a hell of a lot of fun? absolutely it is. 2k.
“So, you’re tellin’ me never?”
“I really wish we could end this conversation.”
“Never?”
“Blitz—”
“C’mon,” the imp continues as though you haven’t spoken, an eyebrow raised disbelievingly. “You’re tellin’ me that not once have ya stuck your hand down your panties and diddled your own fiddle ‘til you—”
“I don’t need a visual, Blitz!” you exclaim, waving a hand as the spade of his tail comes up to poke itself in and out of his circled fingers. He snickers, dropping his hand, his tail waving beside him playfully. You sigh, running a hand through your hair before picking up one of the shot glasses on the coffee table and tossing it back. You grimace as the liquor burns your throat. How in the hell you ended up discussing something this private with Blitzø of all people, you had no idea, but you bite the bullet anyway. At the very least, you can blame your loose tongue on all the alcohol. “I just… I’ve tried it before, okay? It’s just never felt… it’s never worked for me, so I just don’t do it anymore.”
Blitzø scoffs, taking a shot and refilling the glasses as he speaks. “How the fuck can you suck at I’ yourself off? No wonder you’re so pent up.”
“I—I am not!” you protest, and the imp sitting across from you raises a brow at you pointedly. You roll your eyes. “Does it really matter? So, I don’t masturbate. So what?”
“So, you should fuckin’ learn,” Blitzø shrugs, giving you a sidelong glance. “I could teach you, y’know.”
You snort a disbelieving laugh, even as heat rises inside you. “So I can make an idiot of myself when it still doesn’t work and you can tell everybody about it?”
“What, you think I’m gonna brag if I can’t get ya off? The fuck d’you think that’ll do for my reputation.” He points out. “Look, you listen to me and either you finally get to fuck yourself properly or you’ve got bragging rights over the fact that I couldn’t get you there.”
You don’t answer, and Blitzø rolls his eyes. A teasing smirk touches his lips.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“You’re an idiot.”
Blitzø grins, standing up and closing the distance between the two of you. He leans over you, bracing his hands on the arms of your chair. You flush at his proximity, and his smile widens. “Yeah, but you’re tempted, aren’t ya?”
You eye him suspiciously for a moment, notice the way his eyes flicker down to your lips for a moment. And maybe it’s the booze or that heat building in your belly that loosens your tongue before you can stop it.
“Okay…” you mumble awkwardly, cheeks aflame as you watch Blitzø shrug off his jacket and toss it to the floor. He’d dragged you into your bedroom and all but pushed you onto the bed. You were half-sitting, half-laying back against the pillows, your thighs pressed so tightly together they almost hurt. When you’d tried half-heartedly to object to him just letting himself into your room, the imp had waved you off with the excuse of making you more comfortable. “Now what?”
Blitzø clambers onto the bed, sitting at the foot of it with his legs crossed, hands resting on his knees like some kind of over-eager kindergartener. “Now we rock your fuckin’ world.”
“Ugh,” you groan, letting your head fall back against the pillows. “I might have agreed to this, but it really isn’t going to work if you’re throwing out cheesy crap like that.”
Blitzø snickers.
“And you’re not sitting there,” you continue. “I feel like a science project.”
The imp rolls his eyes but acquiesces, and your face burns further as he crawls up the bed towards you. He moves slowly up your body, and you freeze as his face comes level with yours and he meets your eye. Blitzø smirks down at you, the expression twitching wider as you wet your lips nervously with the tip of your tongue. Then, he lets himself fall to the side, collapsing onto the pillows beside you. His shoulder brushes against yours.
“Better?”
You swallow nervously, clear your throat. “M-much.”
Blitzø rolls onto his side, leaning into you, and you shiver despite yourself when you feel the spade of his tail skim up the length of your leg. The tip of it lingers at the hem of your skirt, tickling at your thigh. “Alright, tits. First thing ya wanna do is get yourself in the mood… and I’m bettin’ spending this quality time with me has got ya half-way there already.”
You snort derisively, some of the tension leaving you with the laugh.
“Hot,” he snarks, laughing when you shove him away. He returns to your side, trailing two fingers up over your stomach. “I said half-way. I’m bein’ realistic.”
“Ass.”
“That’s one idea,” he retorts. “But let’s keep it borin’ and vanilla this time, huh?”
“Ugh,” you groan distastefully, but your breath catches when you feel Blitzø ghost his fingers along the underside of your breast. “Blitz…”
He holds up his hands in surrender, rolling his eyes.
“Fine, I’ll behave. But you’re gonna wanna un-wad your panties from your ass and take ‘em off.” When you hesitate, he rolls his eyes again and points out, “I can’t see shit from this angle.”
You exhale a long, steadying breath, and before you can overthink it you lift your legs and slip your underwear down off you legs, kicking them to the floor. You clutch at the hem of your dress, holding it down over your thighs self-consciously. Blitzø wets his lips with the tip of his tongue.
“Alright, tits,” he says, his voice dropping lower. The cadence is surprisingly intimate, and you can feel his breath tickling at the side of your neck. “I’m guessin’ you’re not up for watching a porno with me, so let’s go for something else here…”
You gasp as you feel his lips brush against the side of your throat. They’re soft and warm, and a whimper slips past your lips as you feel the sharp points of his teeth graze over your skin. Some part of you tries to remind you that you should be pushing him away, but instead you close your eyes, sinking further into the pillows. Your thighs flex together, your fingers curling in the sheets beneath you as he continues to tease his lips and tongue over your neck. “Blitz…”
He chuckles into your flesh, his hand coming up to rest on your stomach. He takes hold of your hand with his other one, bringing it to his mouth. You blush deeply as he wraps his lips around two of your fingers, heat burning in the middle of your gut as he encircles it with his tongue. He releases you after a moment, your fingers slickened with his saliva. He skims his nose up to speak in your ear. “Go on, baby… are you wet?”
You swallow, a nervous furrow between your brows as you reach those fingers hesitantly between your thighs. You trace them up over your labia for a moment before you exhale a shaky breath and dip your fingers inside. You bite your lip, a soft moan escaping you as your fingers flick tentatively over your clit.
“Are you?” Blitzø asks again, and you nod hurriedly. The imp hums approvingly, his lips brushing over your throat again. His fingers flex, bunching in the fabric of your dress. It lifts the skirt of it an inch or so, the material whispering against your thighs and raising goosebumps over your flesh. “That’s my girl.”
“Ah…” you whine as you circle your clit slowly, indulging in the way his mouth feels on your skin, the sparks that light under your skin at your fingers on your clit. “Ah, fuck…”
“Told ya its fun,” Blitzø grins, nipping at the side of your throat. He dares to suck a mark into the sensitive flesh and you moan outright, the sound breathy and desperate. “Fuck, that’s a good sound.”
You roll your hips up into your hand instinctively, and Blitzø nods into your neck, his tail winding itself around your thigh. He uses it to tug your legs open wider, hooking your leg up over his.
“Keep goin’, baby,” Blitzø urges roughly, kissing your collarbone. He palms himself through his pants, squeezing the bulge needily. You whimper as he does, eyes following the movement greedily. “Slide your fingers in for me; I wanna see you fuck yourself.”
“Can… I-I want to see—see you too.” you admit shakily, voice catching in your throat as you press a finger into yourself. Blitzø groans, low in the back of his throat, at that, at odds with the smirk that blooms on his lips. There’s the sound of his zipper lowering and then he moans quietly as he wraps his fingers around his cock. Your eyes fix hungrily on the sight of it, heat rising in your cheeks and the back of your neck as you watch him stroke the hard length of it. “Shit…”
“That’s it, baby,” Blitzø grinds out as he watches you fuck yourself in the same rhythm he does. He thrusts up into his hand, his other hand coming down to clutch at your thigh. Your breathing is uneven, heavy, and the imp matches it, his lips parted, eyes half-lidded. “Can you fit another one?”
You nod, gasping at the stretch you feel with another finger. Blitzø groans as the sound of it, turning his head back into the side of your throat. You turn your head instinctively, and Blitzø presses his forehead against yours, his breath hot against your face. You hesitate there for a moment, grinding yourself up into your hand, before you break, tilting your face to his and catching his mouth with yours.
Blitzø moans into the kiss, a sound of surprise giving way to desire as your tongue meets his. He kisses you back hungrily, teeth grazing your bottom lip. Your breath catches against his mouth as you feel his hand between your legs, but instead of pushing him away you spread them wider. You can’t help it; you’re eager for more, and Blitzø’s fingers find your clit with ease.
You buck up into his touch, and the imp groans at the sight of it, quickening his attention to his cock. You keep fucking yourself, spurred on by the feeling of his caress of your clit and the way he curses in your ear, the way he brings his mouth back to yours desperately. He speaks between kisses, his lips meeting your neck, your cheek, the other side of your throat, and then your mouth, his tongue sliding against yours. “Fuck, tits, you’re doin’ so good… tell me how good it feels… tell me you love it…”
“I do; I love it,” you moan, thrilling at the way you can feel his fist brush against your thigh with every stroke of his cock. “I love it, I love it… fuck, Blitz…”
That heat keeps building inside you, the muscles of your legs tensing as you fuck yourself on your fingers, grinding up against his. Blitzø’s hips thrust into his fist, against your thigh, and when he sinks his teeth into the curve where your neck meets your shoulder you cum, soaking both your hand and his with excitement. Blitzø’s hand leaves your clit to coat his cock in your cum, and he pumps it in a few more quick, desperate strokes before he cums too, painting your inner thigh with his cum.
He groans headily as he does, pressing his forehead into your neck. “Christ on a stick…”
“I guess…” you pant, shuddering as your fingers brush over your clit as you withdraw them from your cunt. You fumble to pull your dress back down to a more respectable length. “I guess I can see the point of that.”
Blitzø laughs, smacking a hand against your thigh. “Fuckin’ a-right you can, you big slut. You loved it.”
You roll your eyes, wiping your hand on the sheets beside you. “You really can’t go five minutes without insulting me, can you?”
hiii, could i request general blitzø x reader content?? honestly anything, i’m begging for crumbs at this point, there’s like no content for him 😭
OMG YES UGHHHH BLITZø MY BELOVED AUSB i have a few other prompts of him (that aren't ask) and he is jushfgshg i love him reader is implied to be an imp but can be read as any type of hellborn
He makes me laugh | Blitzø x GN!Reader
Relationship: Romantic
Warnings: Mentions of NSFW but nothing too serious
Blitzø couldn’t understand how he got so lucky. His tail flicked behind him as he watched you interact with his daughter. Loona, who normally snarled at people to back away, was engaging in a conversation with you about a shared interest. Shockingly she was the main one talking, as you listened. That was possibly his favorite thing about you, that you lent an ear to those who believed that they didn’t have a voice.
You were his most healthy relationship, by a long shot. Being patient with him, picking up the shattered pieces of his shell, and helping him back together, no matter how many cuts you received. If he could compare his relationship to anyone, it would be M&M, which was a just compliment in his mind. You looked at him from the corner of your eyes, before smiling at him.
Blitzø swears that if he was capable, he would have exploded. He let out a soft purr as his tail flicked harder. He was so caught up in staring at your perfectly hand-crafted face, that he didn’t notice that a client had walked in, standing in front of him while waving their hands. It took Loona yelling his name for him to snap out of his thoughts. With a slightly embarrassed look, he took the client into his office. Loona huffed and turned to you.
“Seriously, what do you even see in him?” She asked, propping her paws on the table. She began to scroll on her phone as you plopped right onto the table and looked at the office door, trying to think of a way to answer her question. The real answer was what he didn’t see in him.
You had met him through horse riding lessons, being the teacher. Though you normally dealt with kids, be it their parents who paid for the lessons or a school trip, there was always the odd adult who wanted to say they rode a horse once in their life. Though Bliztø was far from the regular adults, his excitement reached that of a child. Throughout his lesson, you both talked and it led to him walking away after his lesson, overjoyed to have ridden a horse and your number in his hand.
Though it took him a couple of days, he did get back to you, inviting you to hang out with him. You agreed, thinking ‘What the hell,’ and gave it a shot. Safe to say, you woke up the next morning sore, and your clothes were everywhere.
It didn’t take long after that for you to start falling for the imp; however, through the late-night talks you had with him anytime you two either slept with one another or you had a casual sleepover, a relationship was the last thing that he needed. So instead of rushing into one and possibly blowing the thing up, you decided to be his rock, what kept him grounded. By being there for him, you could ensure that he was able to have someone to lean on. While you had no way of knowing if you were truly helping, you could for sure count on his actions to tell you.
It started small, with Blitzø holding your hand when you went you both went out. Then it slowly escalated to small kisses, first being played off as platonic, nights in which you two would just enjoy each other's company and ended with Blitzø asking you out. While your first date with him wasn’t fancy, it was the fact that you and Blitzø had spent the night with each other, cooking and watching movies. Of course, that night there was a serious, yet open and honest conversation about your relationship moving forward. You both had put on the table that you wanted a relationship, however, Blitzø wasn’t entirely sure about the idea of it, given his track record. You were the one to propose an open relationship, which could work with the proper boundaries. Explain it as a way for him to test the waters without necessarily being tied down. He agreed to it, though he was slightly reluctant that he would do something to screw it up.
It had been a couple of years since that conversation, and you both met more people. Blitzø took you to the adoption of Loona, you were the one to break out Blitzø and Moxxie, and you were there when the I.M.P opened for business. Of course, Blitzø had his off days, where he would shut the world off and retreat into himself, but you stayed. You couldn’t leave the very demon that brought you joy and leave the little found family that was started all by him. With your answer, you look back to Loona who was scrolling on her phone. You smiled softly and said,
“He makes me laugh.”
sigh...i love u blitz...wanted to include stolas in this but i have plans for him...
Thought this would be a fun idea! The reader is 18-19 in this.
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Blitzø & young adult Reader
★ "Teach 'em young, teach 'em right!" He tells Moxxie as he hands you a loaded gun. With absolutely zero training or oversight. Blitzø might act like he's guiding you, but really, Moxxie shows you the basics when he isn't looking.
★ If you work for him, he treats you like a child. Expect him to give you some questionable advice unprompted. Advise you should never listen to. "Why pay for something when you can just take it?" And "Fake it until you make it! And by fake it, I mean foredge the documents." Are some examples.
★ He'll throw himself into trouble if you get caught in a messy situation. Zero hesitation. He sees you as "his kid" but not in a parental way. More like a teacher-student way. Each mistake is a valuable learning experience.
★ Royally fuck up and he bails you out, but not before making a scene. Expect some yelling. Sometimes, people to mess up. Its part of life. He understands that. Doesn't mean he wont complain the whole time.
★ Blitzø shows up to your apartment uninvited. Just to check in on you. Sometimes, he looks around and judges your choices. If your place is particularly... Humble, he gives you some tips for living on your own. Actually giving good advice for once.
★ He cant spell, but you know what he can do? Cook a meal on a budget. "Fancy meals at expensive places are a scam. All you need is some instant ramen and whatever you got in the fridge." The fridge is empty? Put on some shoes. He's bringing you to the store.
Summary: As the resident animatronic trainer, your job is to nurture and guide the soon to be glamrocks. In their current state, they may look like mindless, identical (and terrifying) endoskeletons, but you know them better than anyone.
(Based on the Endo Warehouse minigame from Help Wanted 2)
TW: Mentions/description of body dysmorphia.
(Notes at the end.)
🧸Glamrock Freddy🎤
GRFY-0002
He was a quick learner with a kind mechanical soul.
It took him some time to learn his own strength but he was always sure to be gentle with you
He was also a very curious bot
He loved to bring you random objects and present them like gifts
He’d hold them behind his back to surprise you and everything
And it would always be something silly like a random screw or a paperclip
But he was so excited to give it to you, how could you reject him?
So you took the opportunity to explain more about the world to him
You taught him the names and functions of each object he brought you
And you were particularly pleased when he gifted you back your favorite pen you’d lost a week ago!
He loved doing flashcards with you and always tried his best
He’d become dejected when he got an answer wrong and his tiny ear appendages would droop slightly
But he was an optimist at heart and easily cheered back up with your reassurance!
He was proficient with any instrument you gave him, but it never seemed to fully click with him
You spent plenty of nights trying out different activities and instruments but he only seemed into it because you were teaching him
You didn’t discover his talent until it was time to begin speaking lessons
He was the first to catch on and learn to say simple words
“Please! Thank you! Excuse me!”
He practiced for hours, even when you weren’t around
He was particularly overjoyed the first time he said your name
“Mx. Y/N!”
He shouted your name and wiggled in place when you cheered
The others were definitely very jealous when it happened
You had a hunch about his proficiency in speaking and tried out singing lessons
“Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Ti!”
He was a fantastic singer
Almost as if his deep voice was perfectly designed for it…
One day you decided to test him and played a song to sing to
Cue “Superstar” by Toy Box
(not the most appropriate song, but fun nonetheless!)
It took some coaxing at first, and he was very nervous
He had a cute little habit of cupping his hand with the other and hunching down a bit when he was nervous
So you started first, and did a little dance to the music
“I am a superstar with a big big house and a big big car!”
“I am a superstar and I don’t care who you are!”
“I am a superstar with a big big house and a big big car!”
“I am a superstar and I don’t care who you are!”
He caught on by the third verse!
The two of you danced and sung all night
Eventually GRCA and GRBN joined in on the dance party too!
He liked to spin in circles and clap his hands while he danced
And boy could he belt out those notes!
Proud parent moment <3
In the future:
Though the thought filled him with grief, Glamrock Freddy was fully aware that he may never see you again
When Fazbear Entertainment let you go, he was devastated…
The worst part was that you never got to say goodbye.
He never talked about you afterwards, and anyone who tried to ask about you would see a completely different side of him…
He’d frown and slump over, curl his fists and grit his fangs.
It was difficult to tell if he was shaking with anger or just trying to keep himself from falling apart.
Well, he just had a lot of feelings to work through.
So, when he was told that a “Mx. Y/N” was recently hired he had some new, extra big feelings to deal with
He wouldn’t dare assume that it was you, maybe it was a different Y/N…
(It was just a meek attempt at protecting his mechanical heart)
But part of him still hoped.
And when you finally walked through those doors, he simply couldn’t believe his eyes
Whatever he was doing before became completely obsolete
(Sorry random child, Freddy is VERY busy now, bye.)
He didn’t waste a nanosecond rushing over to you
Before you could even utter a word — you were already in his arms
He hugged you as tightly as your fragile fleshy body could handle
“Mx. Y/N!! Oh, how I’ve missed you so much!”
You would’ve said something back had you been able to breathe through the nearly bone crushing hug
Thankfully he loosened up when he realized he was nearly crushing your ribcage
(Cue 3 minutes straight of apologizing)
He wasn’t sure whether to cry or laugh or smile or dance
The feelings were just too much
And you caught on to that pretty quickly
It was time for an outlet.
“Freddy, do you remember our song?”
“Of course!! How could I forget?”
Thus, your new “secret handshake” was born
Though it wasn’t exactly a handshake…
More like every time you greeted each other the two of you would scream the lyrics and spin around together
“I am a superstar and I don’t care who you are!!!”
🐔Glamrock Chica🍕
GRCA-0001
She was the second endo to start speaking
Well, it was mostly gibberish at first
But she loved to shout nonsense!
And make various animal noises. She favored chirping and squawking the most, of course.
You had a feeling she would definitely be a chatty gal once she started speaking english
(Boy, were you right!)
Also, she loved the guitar!
She wasn’t much for sheet music
Not that she couldn’t read it, but she preferred free styling the most
She was particularly fond of the flashcards that featured pizza and cake
And yes, she did sometimes try putting objects into her mouth just like the kids in the pictures…
You hated having to scold her, she always looked so sad!
Kind of reminded you of a teething baby or puppy… which gave you an idea
One day you brought in a large dog toy made of hard silicone
You instructed her to be gentle with it
Obviously she tore it apart eventually, but she had a lot of fun
You didn’t mind spending some cash so she could get her chewing fix!
(As long as it was no more than once a month… Quality dog toys are expensive.)
She loved any toy that resembled food the most, of course
She was a very distractible animatronic and couldn’t sit still for long
Even while shredding the guitar, she was dancing and headbanging all over the place
Speaking of which, that bot could shred!
(Often with a teething ring or squeaky toy in her mouth)
She seemed to pick up notes from just listening, very quickly
And she had excellent taste, but she really liked anything you did
Or anything with a sick electric riff
During free time she was particularly fond of doodling
She mostly drew food items, or things she found cute
She really liked drawing cute little cupcakes with big (creepy) eyes
Sometimes she’d even draw you!
Or, try atleast
Much like a kid drawing their parents
She probably would’ve drawn herself holding your hand too, if she knew what she looked like.
And she was always overjoyed when you’d tape her pictures on the walls with the others <3
In the future:
Chica definitely still had that habit of chewing on things
Actually, it had gotten much worse after Fazbear Entertainment let you go.
She wanted so desperately to make you come back
Or to make management pay for taking you away from her
But she wasn’t in control of herself as much as the other bots were
When she was angry…
Well, she couldn’t actually feel angry, or even put the feeling into words
Not the way Freddy or Roxy could.
Even Monty and Bonnie had better grasps on the concept of emotions.
So in a way, eating garbage was kind of a silent protest for her
It was the one thing she could do to express how she was feeling inside
Besides screaming with that broken voicebox of hers, but she figured the other glamrocks wouldn’t appreciate that so much…
Now, Chica is a gossipy kind of gal
Not in a mean way, but she was definitely very interested in the secrets that humans would share with one another in conversations
You’d be surprised by how much she hears despite being so chatty herself
In other words, she always knows because she’s always listening.
Naturally, she was the first bot to find out that you had been rehired
After all this time…
And at first she thought she was so happy…
But that happiness turned into a vague mix of other feelings, and she couldn’t figure out why
In hindsight, it was probably anxiety, because the next thing she did was turn to her only coping mechanism…
When the day finally came, the first place you checked was Mazercise
No Chica…
So you checked the greenrooms, the party rooms, the main floor, arcade, food court… no dice.
Finally, you asked another employee, who directed you to Parts ‘N Service
(Why didn’t you just ask in the first place?)
You never did like that place, but you supposed it was necessary
Alas, there she was, shut down and splayed out on the table with… a shit-ton of trash piled inside her
And an employee dressed in a hazmat suit carefully dragging the trash out piece by piece
You rolled your eyes at that last part.
You found a pair of spare gloves, rolled up your sleeves and tossed the other guy aside
He seemed perfectly fine with leaving the mess to you.
You made quick work of digging out the trash, and you made sure to scrub away any grime left over
It seemed like she hadn’t had a good cleaning in ages, so it definitely took some time
But once you were finally done, you threw your gear off and powered her on
She laid there staring blankly at the chamber light for a while, and you worried something else was wrong
When you grabbed her hand and spoke, she finally looked at you
“Chica?”
“You’re here…” she responded.
“Yea, I’m here… Are you okay?”
She nodded and then smiled
“I’m just so… happy.”
🐊Montgomery Gator⛳️
MYGR-0003
He wasn’t too sure about you at first, or your stupid flashcards
He was a last one to learn how to speak
Mostly because he liked to hide in the dark rather than do lessons
To this day he’s not too good with his words
Whenever he didn’t feel like speaking he’d just communicate in bellows and grunts
Maybe a roar or hiss if you pushed him too much
You learned early on that tough love was really the only way to get through to him
But yelling only made him angrier
He seemed to be looking for reactions, and he got more desperate the longer you’d ignore his behavior
So, you ignored him when he refused to listen to you
And it worked like a charm.
Over time, he began to submit and allow you to be in charge
Still, lessons were kept short to curb his temper
Surprisingly, he picked up sheet music quickly
He had excellent instincts for stringed instruments
He seemed to favor the bass the most
But management insisted on him playing the banjo instead…
Which he only tolerated with the promise of playing bass after lessons
The first time he spoke was… something!
You worried often about him being scrapped due to his tendency to throw destructive fits
He needed to learn that sometimes he had to be gentle
So you brought in a balloon for playtime
He didn’t care for it, obviously
Until he watched you play with GRFY-0002 and GRCA-0001.
Jealousy was one hell of a thing…
The moment the balloon floated over to him, he was quick to swat at it
Big mistake.
POP!
He screamed .
GRFY screamed.
GRCA screamed.
Everyone else screamed.
You laughed hysterically.
Once you composed yourself you realized he was still standing in place with his jaw agape
You asked him if he was okay
Slowly, he raised an arm to point his digit at the leftover balloon rubber
And he asked:
“WHY?!”
His first word!!!
You couldn’t choose between jumping for joy or cackling like a hyena
You did both, obviously
In the future:
Let’s just say you were something of an emergency hire when you came back to the company…
In other words…
Fazbear Entertainment all but begged you to take the job.
You weren’t particularly surprised to hear that Monty was the reason
But, given your past experience, you had a few aces up your sleeve after working with him for so long
The day you came back, your boss pretty much rushed you over to Gator Golf immediately
Pfft, Monty? Golfing? That one threw you for a loop.
Some poor employee mentioned something about a destructive rampage before you walked in
And indeed, the place was a disaster.
But the gator was nowhere to be found
They told you he was hiding up in the catwalks, apparently it was his favorite brooding spot
The employees were too scared to call out for him
And practically shitting bricks when you stepped up to the plate.
“MONTGOMERY MYGR-0003 GATOR. You get your scaly tail down here right this instant!!!”
Ten seconds of silence passed.
Then he appeared, and the ground shook.
“Who do’ya think you are, talkin’ to me like that?! Wh-... Mx. Y/N???”
“In the flesh! And who do you think you are running around in the catwalks and trashing the place?”
Silence Part Two.
He stammered for a minute and then lowered his head
“That’s what I thought. Listen here young man, management put me in charge again and I don’t want to see you get scrapped. So, you’d better clean up your act, ya got it?”
“Y-yes Mx. Y/N…”
“Good. Now… Come here ya doofus.”
He definitely wasn’t happy to have the staff watch him, The Gator, get chewed out by little ol’ you, but a big hug and a scratch under the chin made it perfectly worth it
Judging by how hard his tail was thumping!
🐺Roxanne Wolf🦴
RXWF-0002
She was definitely a “too cool for school” kind of bot.
You weren’t sure about her gender at first
Because she only used growls and whines to get her point across.
You quickly realized that she hated being wrong
So flashcards were the hardest part of your lessons
Sometimes she’d even snarl at you as if you were wrong!
You definitely had to tiptoe around her attitude sometimes
But you were sure to praise her well when she got things right.
She always acted unphased, but her tail appendage gave her away
She was particularly pleased when you complemented her keyboard playing!
She definitely liked to show off, but when she made a mistake she would be discouraged and grumpy for the rest of the day.
She wasn’t much for sappy things like hugs, but she loved to touch your hair
Something about hair really fascinated her.
She also really liked it when you painted your nails
It frustrated her that she didn’t have nails for you to paint (yet)
But she liked to watch you when you started painting your own during break.
Like MYGR-0003, she liked to keep you on your toes
But she was even more adamant about having your constant attention
Until the day she found out about reflections.
You made the mistake of opening your phone camera on the job
It was an honest mistake, you had meant to play a song for singing lessons
But your finger slipped.
At first she was just confused
Why were there two of you???
You tried to hide your phone, but she kept whining and looking for it
So you gave in and showed her again, and tried to explain the concept of a camera to her
When you pointed to yourself she only tilted her head and blinked
But when you pointed to her she growled.
You made sure to keep your phone hidden from then on…
The damage was done nonetheless.
After that she began acting strange about appearances
It started small, she would just stare at pictures of girls in dresses when you held up flashcards
When you let the animatronics doodle, she often drew beautiful ladies with long hair and flowy skirts
Suddenly, she seemed to dislike your attention…
She stood in dark corners with her arms crossed over her chest
Wouldn’t make eye contact
And one day you caught her attempting to make a dress out of a plastic tarp
Finally, it clicked. You gave a robot body dysmorphia… you monster!
Most articles about the subject mentioned exposure therapy… great.
Well, you didn’t have many other options so…
You brought in a mirror.
She was upset, of course, wouldn’t go near it
You had to gently coax her out of the shadows
She was not pleased to see herself again, she nearly wailed at first
Your heart broke for her, but you persevered.
“You are beautiful, you are loved. You are perfect.”
You held her metal hands in yours and repeated the phrase as many times as she needed
Until she finally said it back.
“I am beautiful, I am loved. I am perfect,” she said in a whisper.
“That’s right. Don’t forget it.”
In the future:
She hated talking about you.
She hated taking orders from anyone but you.
And should anyone dare to even allude to her past, she’s instantly a few seconds away from a full blown meltdown.
Monty is known as the violent one but Roxanne can easily compete when she’s truly pissed
She couldn’t decide if she was more angry at you for leaving or management for taking you away
With that said, she never knew that you were coming back until the day you did
(because she flipped out anytime someone tried to tell her.)
She had just finished the last lap in a go-kart race and skidded to a stop
Obviously, she won the race
But she couldn’t help but notice that her fans were cheering extra loud that evening
While trying to scan the crowd for her biggest (loudest) fan, she spotted you.
It took every ounce of courage in your body to not run away from the giant animatronic wolf sprinting directly at you
But when you opened your arms out for a hug, she stopped in her tracks so hard you thought she might topple over
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?”
“Roxy, I-”
“HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME?!”
“I couldn’t-”
She made a sound that was almost like bellow and scream at once, and snatched you into her arms.
It nearly crushed you, but you let her hold you for as long as she needed to.
When she finally loosened her grip, you spoke
“I know, I’m sorry Roxy. I missed you too.”
“Sorry won’t make it better…”
You were silent for a moment, then;
“I’m so happy to see you.”
Her voice wobbled as if she were about to cry
But you knew she meant it with all of her mechanical heart
Because her tail wagged so much that you worried it might fly off.
You simply smiled and grabbed her paws
“Me too.”
What a beautiful wolf she’d grown to be <3
🐇Glamrock Bonnie🎳
GRBN-0002
He was an absolute ray of sunshine — and a real pain in the ass
He was always happy to see you and would hop over with a pep in his step
But then he’d grab your clipboard and hold it up too high for you to reach
(He seemed to adjust to his size and strength very quickly)
So in other words, he was very mischievous.
He liked to mess with the others too, then he’d always pretend to be innocent when they snapped.
And he could get awfully sassy when you called him out.
He seemed to struggle keeping his attention on learning, though
Sometimes he even seemed anxious about the lessons
You started to worry that he was developing a complex about it
But it seemed like giving him things to fidget with in his digits helped with keeping him on task
He had a tendency to gloat when he got things right, and his little tail appendage would wiggle.
He loved to dance when you played music just like GRFY and GRCA!
And he seemed to take a liking to string instruments immediately
He definitely favored the bass
So when you’d let MYGR-0003 play the bass, GRBN would loom over him looking beyond peeved
He wasn’t one to hide his emotions, obviously…
When he was angry, his ear knobs would wiggle furiously and he crossed his arms tight
And when he was really pissed off, he’d even stomp his foot like a rabbit
Then he’d play his bass guitar extra loud the next time it was his turn
Almost like he was trying to mark his territory with music.
When it came to flashcards, he always seemed more interested in the ones that featured sports gear
And he really liked it when you’d organize games for the bots to play
He was very much a good sportsman and laughed off any failures.
(And gloated about any wins.)
But he was very supportive when the others would win, too.
Once you got him talking it was hard to get him to stop!
He loved to say your name and talk about music
And he was filled to the brim with questions
“What’s this? What’s that for? Where are you going, Mx. Y/N?”
He had a slight lisp too, which you found pretty cute
Whenever it was time to wrap up for the day, he’d always give you a hard time about it
One time he even clung to your legs until you gave up and had to stay for unpaid overtime.
Little brat…
But you knew he just didn’t understand why you had to leave everyday
And the next day he greeted you as happily as ever!
In the future:
Well, eventually, that next day never came again.
He couldn’t understand why you had just up and left
Especially when you knew that was his biggest fear as a young endo…
Later on he realized that humans were kinda just… like that.
One minute they’re here, the next they’re gone.
He supposed that if his life were as fragile as theirs, he’d probably be just as fickle.
But still, the little bunny inside him cried for you every night.
And that was just something he had to put up with
All thanks to his mistake of becoming attached to a human.
But he wasn’t one to stay down in the dumps for long, and each day he faced the crowds of adoring fans with a buck-toothed smile
Because he definitely still loved humans
He just kept them at an arms length now.
Speaking of performances, he was starting to think he was going crazy???
Cuz he could’ve sworn he’d seen your face in the crowd during his last one.
It was probably a glitch
But later on while he was walking the floors he thought he heard your voice too…
Maybe there was something to this?
Nah. Definitely just a glitch.
Could robots have psychosis???
Doesn’t matter. He had other things to do besides chasing hallucinations.
Like showing off his bowling skills for the kids! …Joy.
Strike one! Strike two! Strike-
“Wow, you’re really good at that, huh?”
“Hm? Oh yea, it’s kind of my special-...”
You stood there with probably the biggest shit-eating grin he’d ever seen.
“Mx. Y/N?! What are you doing here?”
He tried waiting for your response, he really did
But he couldn’t help it, and he damn near threw himself onto you
To any bystanders it was like watching a kid reunite with their favorite teddy bear
Especially because he quite literally grabbed you and hopped in place
Literally jumping for joy
“I can’t believe it!! It’s really you! I never thought I’d ever, ever, ever see you again!”
When he finally set you down for an actual hug, you patted his back with a chuckle
“Missed you too, Bon.”
He couldn’t stop smiling even if he wanted to.
Now the whole lisp quirk made sense to you
Because of those cute buck teeth he had <3
Notes:
Hi!!! I am alive and still writing. I won't say much, but things have been a tad hectic for me, hence the lack of fics. But, I am still working on PT.2 of Glamrocks x Funtime! reader and my upcoming Lefty x reader request. I hope to have both of them out by the end of January/beginning of February --- sorry. For now, I hope you enjoyed this little appetizer! Thank you for reading!!!
Summary: After a long day of dealing with multiple rowdy kids & entitled parents, you and Glamrock Bonnie have the chance to unwind in his green room
Tag’s: Glamrock Bonnie X reader, fem reader, use of Y/N, smut, cute smut, praise, usage of “good girl”, creampies, third-person POV, chubby reader, porn w/ some plot, Australian Glamrock Bonnie, cunnlings.
Author’s note: Glamrock Bonnie my beloved 🥺 Minors DNI🫵
You hated how stuffy Bonnie Bowl is after hours- especially with how constricting your employee outfit was.
Your hair was a mess and felt drained from all the screaming and yelling from the customers- surprise that you didn’t lose your hearing from all of that.
Your hands ached from waxing the floors and bowling balls, your nail polish that you applied that morning now chipped.
You couldn’t wait to go home- take a shower and have some much needed ice cream after such a long, grueling day.
You were slowly sweeping and struggling to stay awake before hearing a loud “Oi!” a few feet away from you, snapping you out from your stupor.
You were greeted with a purple chest with painted on stars, your face quickly heating up.
“You sleepy, mate?” A smooth voice said above you, making your immediately realize that it was Bonnie.
“Oh- hey! A-aren’t you supposed to be in the recharge station?” You asked while stuttering, immediately feeling intimidated by how much he towers above you.
The animatronics were always so unnervingly tall, tall enough that they always had to crouch down to go through normal doors.
“Eh, my battery wasn’t really that low anyway” Bonnie answered casually with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
“Huh….” I mumbled, feeling your face heat up even more realizing how close he was to you.
”Can’t say the same about you, you look like someone put you in without a dryer sheet” he joked, a sound that made your heart jump.
You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by his observation, and it was made worse knowing it’s from this handsome rabbit.
“It’s been……a rough day” you mumbled.
“I can tell. You almost fell asleep standing up, mate” Bonnie said- looking at you slightly worried.
You smiled sheepishly “yeah, I just want to go home but I still have 30 minutes left of my shift” you said- feeling the exhaustion catching up again.
”Only 30 minutes? Why are you wasting it on sweeping the floor? It’s not like your manager is around to stop you from having some end-of-shift fun” Bonnie suggested in a way that felt charged in a way that you haven’t experienced before in years.
“Yeah- yeah you’re right” you stuttered slightly, your hands starting to feel sweaty.
☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆
Bonnie had you laid back on the couch in his green room- his head buried in between your legs- holding onto your wide hips as to keep you from squirming too much.
His mouth wrapped around your clit, his fingers keeping your folds spread apart.
You had to grab on one of his bunny ears to steady yourself- moaning and whimpering loudly.
“Yeah- you like that?” He purred, kissing your clit before inserting his middle finger inside.
You let out a sudden squeal when he did, your toe’s curling.
”awww, it’s alright love. You’re taking it so well~♡” he purred, thrusting his finger slightly more faster.
He kept sucking on your clit like a starving man.
Your legs started to shake, biting your lip as you felt something inside coiling like a spring.
“Oh, you gonna cum?” Bonnie purred again.
“Come on now, darling~ let me see you come undone~” he redoubled his efforts, his voice vibrating against your cunt.
His efforts are rewarded by your soft and thick thighs clamping down around his head, shoving your head closer to your cunt while letting out a loud moan.
After a while- your muscles relaxed, collapsing into the couch.
Panting loudly and Bonnie licking his lips clean from your juices.
“You enjoyed yourself, Y/N?” He cooed “Seems like you did~”.
You blushed again.
“How much of your shift do you have left?” He asked- pointing at your wristwatch.
“16 m-minutes left…” you stammered, your voice still shaky from your orgasm.
Bonnie seemed to be satisfied by that answer and before you could process it, he grabbed you and lifted you up.
Setting you back down on the large vanity table on the other side of the room.
“Let’s see if you can last for 16 minutes~” he purred, propping up one of your legs over his shoulder.
He reached down to push down your bra- your nipples already having pebbled.
The sound of a zipper going down catches your attention- gasping at the sight of Bonnie’s member brushing against your thigh.
“O-oh w-wow!” You gasped in disbelief, your face heating right back up.
”Big, isn’t it?” Bonnie teased, dragging the head over your folds.
He was right, it was big- thick too.
“I hope it’s not too big for you~♡” he then pushed slightly forward, the tip just barely rubbing against your entrance.
Your body tensed up- it’s been a while since you’ve done anything like this.
“It’s alright Y/N” he whispered leaning in to kiss your chest.
”Just relax darling, let it just slip in~♡” with that, he pushed forward again and the tip slipped inside more easily than you expected.
“Fuck-!” You yelped, your nails digging into Bonnie’s shoulder.
Bonnie let me adjust around him for a moment before proceeding to slip in the rest; inch by inch.
“Feeling full, darling~?♡” He smiled smugly- giving his hips a slight thrust.
“D-dick” you stammered, hitting him weakly in the chest- making him laugh softly “getting rowdy are we?”.
He moved slowly, squeezing your breasts with each one.
You moaned- voice still hoarse from your earlier sounds.
His movements increased gradually as you grew more comfortable around his length.
He made you cum again, legs shaking rapidly and your juices soaking the wood below you; but he doesn’t stop.
“Thaaat’s it, that’s a good girl~♡” he purred, his thrusts growing rapidly fast.
You blushed at the pet-name but it felt enduring.
“Yeah, you’re a good girl- aren’t you? Yeah you’re a good girl~♡” he chuckled.
The vanity starts to creak- making you worry about it potentially breaking but you kept getting distracted by Bonnie’s cock.
”oooh, look at those tits bounce. You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now~♡” he huffed, lifting you up slightly.
“Oooh-!♡” you squealed when he adjusted you in a way that made you see stars, and not the ones on his chest.
Your juices were gushing around his cock- dripping down to the carpeted floor.
“Fuck, you look so pretty. Such a pretty girl♡” Bonnie purred through his teeth before his thrusts started losing his rhythm.
“Oooh fuck- I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum inside of this pretty pussy. You would love that, darling~♡?” You rapidly nodded your head.
He thrusts became harder and faster, your arms wrapping around his neck so you had something to hold on.
“Fuuuuck-“ he groaned, his thrusts taking a sudden halt as spilled himself into you.
It was hot and scalding, like your uterus was being filled with molten metal; but it felt so amazing.
You were so full, your body struggling to accommodate it all.
Bonnie lets out a long low sigh when he finally finishes up inside you.
Both of you held onto each other for a while, panting loudly- his cum dripping out of you.
“Hmmm….how much time now?” He asked, his voice strained.
“5 minutes” You replied.
The idea of William Afton genuinely loving his children is so much more interesting to me than the alternative, not just because it's more tragic and makes his motivations make more sense, but also because it's fucking hilarious.
You are about to be obliterated from this Earth by a six-foot-something zombie rabbit, and your last moments are spent terrified and deeply confused as he shows you pictures of his kids in a blood-stained wallet: a clearly haunted bear costume, a limitlessly unnerving chrome clown doll, and what looks like Grimace's corpse left to shrivel in the sun.
I randomly got the urge to finally play The Evil Within, since I actually own a license but somehow never played it. I only watched Kuplinov’s playthrough ages ago 😅
I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it, because I remembered it as super scary and panic-inducing, and I really don’t like games where something is constantly chasing you and you have to think under time pressure haha. But! Turns out I’m playing it just fine lol. The jump scares aren’t that jump-scare-y, and the panic isn’t that panicky phph. Damn, I remember it completely differently. Either my memory failed me, or I just got older and this stuff doesn’t hit the same anymore :D
But I really liked the game! 🔥 I didn’t remember any plot details at all, so it was genuinely interesting to play, like I was seeing everything for the first time again haha.
Once again got overexcited about my ancient waifu, Ruvik 💋 Ah… one of my very first hyperfixations 🥰🤣 And of course I couldn’t not dedicate an artwork to him! It was really nice to draw for this fandom again after so many years 💃 Felt like I briefly traveled back to 2014 :D
Summary: You come back home after a work trip, and Eddie and Venom are both excited to see you again. Maybe a little too excited.
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Warning/Tags: smut, minors DNI, threesome, sexting, masturbation, handjob (or should I say tendriljob?), anal fingering (eddie receiving) unprotected piv, double penetration, cum eating, creampie, oral (f!receiving), venom being venom, set between first and second movie.
It was past midnight when Eddie’s phone buzzed. He was lying on the couch, the TV still on but muted, the flickering light casting soft shadows over his bare chest. His sweats rode low on his hips, he had a hand resting lazily over his stomach, he wasn’t asleep, not really, just…drifting, letting his mind go blank, trying not to think about you, but failing miserably at it.
His cock had been half-hard all day, twitching at nothing, at the memory of your body. He hadn’t even tried jerking off, not without you, not without that look in your eyes when you took him in your mouth like it belonged to you.
You were out of town on a work trip that felt more like a punishment the longer he stayed alone in that bed, everything smelled like you, but felt empty.
The phone buzzed again, this time louder. He squinted at the screen and immediately sat up like he’d been electrocuted. You’d sent a photo… a nude. It took a second for his brain to catch up with his eyes.
“OH MY GOD,” Venom screamed on full volume, rattling around in Eddie’s skull. “BLESSED BE TECHNOLOGY. WE ARE GRATEFUL TO THE DIGITAL GODS.”
Eddie couldn’t even answer, couldn’t speak. His mouth went bone-dry as his eyes locked onto the screen like it held the secrets of the universe. You were laid out on a hotel bed, topless, the sheets a mess beneath you, your perfect tits on display, nipples hard and aching. You had one hand between your thighs, your fingers slick and glistening.
“Shhhit,” Eddie muttered, dragging a hand down his face.
His cock twitched instantly, half-hard, painfully straining against his boxers, already leaking, a fat bead soaking through the fabric. He was pushing his waistband down before the thought even registered because it fucking hurt to keep his pants on, like his cock was pissed to be contained. He shoved his sweats down, not bothering to untie the waistband. His boxers got shoved under his balls, catching on the base of his cock, and then his length slapped hard against his stomach with a wet sound.
Pre-cum smeared across his abs, a slick trail that glistened as he looked down. His member jumped in his hand the moment he wrapped his fingers around it. The head was glossy, flushed a deep red, and when the air hit him, he shuddered.
No time to think, no time to breathe, just stroke, just fucking relief. He moved his fist slowly at first, squeezing just under the head, milking the sensitive ridge.
“ASK FOR MORE. SEND HER A PICTURE OF OUR DICK.” Venom snarled in Eddie’s head.
He sat forward, still holding the phone, his thumb hovering over the screen. His chest rose and fell too fast, he could feel the blood rushing between his legs, the ache already blooming.
He typed:
You trying to kill me?
You replied instantly:
That depends
Is it working?
Fucking yes it’s working Eddie hissed to himself, licking his lips.
He sucked in a breath, dropped his eyes again to the screen… to your picture.
“Look at her,” Venom purred. “She’s so wet. Because of us. She wants you to stroke it. Do it, Eddie.”
He curled his fingers around the base of his cock, like he was trying to hold back a dam ready to burst. He jerked his hips without permission as he fisted himself in one slow stroke, dragging his palm over the slick, pulsing head, smearing the hot pre-cum across his fist.
“She’s gonna make you cum with a fucking selfie,” Venom said, his voice almost giddy. “You pathetic, desperate man. You’d hump the couch if she told you to.”
Eddie didn’t even argue, he just moaned as he typed again, slower this time:
You touching yourself right now?
Your reply came right after:
Only if u are
“WE ARE. WE ABSOLUTELY ARE.” Venom purred in Eddie’s mind.
Your next message read:
Wrap ur hand around it
Slow first
I want u to describe it for me
Eddie rushed to reply:
It’s hard baby
So fucking hard
I’m stroking like you said
Feels good but not enough without you
He groaned again, and the couch creaked as he leaned back further, spreading his legs wider, like he needed space just to handle how fucking hard he was. His cock twitched in his fist, pulsing with every pump of his hand. He stroked up slow, cruelly slow, just to feel every bit of the burn, every clench in his abs as he edged himself again.
You’re driving me crazy
My hand isn’t you
It’s not your mouth
Not your pussy.
You typed slower now, savoring it:
Grip tighter and stroke all the way down then squeeze the head.
Imagine I’m on my knees in front of u looking up at ur face
He dropped his head back on the cushion, and then he let himself imagine it. Your mouth licking across the head, teasing his slit with the flat of your tongue, tasting him while you looked up with that smug, sinful expression like you knew he was about to lose it. He could see it, you kneeling between his legs, taking him slow, wrapping your lips around the tip, stroking with your hand what your mouth couldn’t reach, you’d moan around him just to feel the way he jumped on your tongue.
Fuckfuckfuck baby
I can see it
I’m dripping already
Everywhere
My hand’s a mess.
He grunted, jerking his hips, his grip faltering from how slick he was. He worked his hand faster now. His mind raced, picturing you dropping down on his cock, inch by inch, taking him deep, so deep you fluttered your eyes shut, your mouth going slack around a moan when he bottomed out.
Venom snarled in his head, practically writhing with amusement. “WE’RE GONNA CUM THINKING ABOUT HER PUSSY AND SHE’S NOT EVEN HERE.”
Shit baby I’m close
Say something
Tell me what to do
Don’t cum until I say
Edge yourself for me
His phone buzzed again. A video this time. You, laid out like a fucking fantasy, your skin flushed, gliding your fingers over your slick cunt, teasing your clit in slow circles, rolling your hips in these lazy movements. And the sounds… your moans were so soft, breathless, just barely audible through the speakers, but filthy enough to make his cock jump in his hand like it wanted to crawl through the screen.
He fumbled his cock in his hand. “Fuck, baby. Fuck.”
“Zoom. ZOOM. Enhance. Again. Again. AGAIN.” Venom was practically vibrating in his skull, like a rabid animal clawing to get closer, to get in. “I WANT TO BE IN THE PHONE. LET ME IN THE PHONE.”
He hit replay. Again. And again. And again. Every second was burned into his brain, the way your thighs trembled, your brows pinched, that breathless little “fuck” you whispered when your fingers pressed in deeper. The way your other hand cupped your breast, your nails grazing your nipple.
Please, baby
Please let me
I can’t hold it anymore.
The sounds you made played on a loop in his head. Your breathy whines, the wet suck of your fingers working your cunt, fuck, he could hear how soaked you were, and it only made him tighten his grip on his cock. Eddie was barely hanging on.
Alright
Stroke for me, baby
Fast. Don’t hold back.
I want u to cum hard for me
He arched his back off the couch like he’d been electrocuted. “F-Fuck—” he jerked his hips uncontrollably as his cock throbbed in his hand. Soon, warm and sticky streaks painted up his stomach in white. He quivered, hitching his breath. He was cumming so hard it felt like a punishment.
After he came back down from his climax, silence followed, just the flickering from the TV, the rise and fall of his breath, and the ghost of your moans still echoing in his head.
Then, another message.
Ur turn
Show me the mess I’m missing
Eddie stared at the message like it might combust in his hand. He was still half-sprawled on the couch, with sticky fingers, his cock twitching even after he’d already cum, but already starting to harden again.
“CAMERA. CAMERA. TURN ON THE CAMERA—”
He wiped his hand on his pants and typed:
You really want to see?
You replied:
Yes
I showed u so now u gotta show me
“YES. YES. WE ARE SENDING A VIDEO. SEVERAL. PERHAPS A LIVE STREAM.”
“Shut up,” Eddie hissed.
“NO. YOU SHUT UP. SHE ASKED. WE OBEY. NO TIME FOR BITCHING NOW.”
Eddie blew out a shaky breath and looked down at himself. His cock pulsed, dragging across the sticky mess cooling on his abdomen. He was hard again at just the idea of you watching him, of your eyes on his hand. He grabbed his phone, flipping the camera to record.
“SHOW HER. SHOW HER THE COCK.”
At first, he just filmed the aftermath, just his stomach slick with cum, his muscles taut, barely recovering. The camera picked up everything: the way he clenched his abs, the jumping of his cock when he drifted his fingers lower. He smeared his release slowly, dragging the mess over the flushed head of his cock, playing in the slick, making it wetter, coating himself in the evidence of just how badly he needed you.
The words slipped out before he could think. “You watching, baby?” he whispered into the phone. “You like this? Like seeing what you did to me?”
“Yes, Eddie. Show her. Stroke it for her. Show her what she did.” Venom said out loud.
He angled the camera with one hand, as he worked his cock with pressure, curling his fingers tightly around the base, dragging upward with just enough friction to make his hips twitch in response.
“Fucking ruined me. You didn’t even touch me, and I came for you.”
Then he tilted the camera lower, just enough to give you the full and obscene view: The thick veins running along his shaft, the way his hand glided, already shiny with cum, the steady roll of his hips lifting off the couch, chasing more pressure, more contact, more of you.
“GOOD ANGLE. YES. SHOW HER THE VEIN.”
“Shut up, V.”
He dragged his thumb slowly across the angry, swollen head of his cock, smearing the last slick bead of cum in with a shuddering breath, then squeezed tighter near the base, just enough to make his hips buck with the pressure.
“I came so hard thinking about you,” he breathed. “And I’m still fucking hard. You gonna help me with that, sweetheart?”
“Of course, our little temptress will help us.”
“You want more? Want me to cum again just for you?”
The screen shook slightly with each thrust of his hips, his thighs tensed and spread wider, grounding him as he rutted up into his hand, the veins standing out in his arms as he tried to hold himself back, to give you a show instead of just giving in.
Then he whispered. “You make me so fucking hard. Wish it was your hand.” Another breath. Another stroke. “Wish it was your mouth. Want you to see what you do to me. Want you to ache for it.”
Sent.
Immediately regretted it. His cheeks were flushed, still warm with arousal and shame, his chest still rising and falling in uneven, post-orgasmic gulps.
“Fuck me,” he whispered. “I can’t believe I filmed that. I—what the fuck is wrong with me. That was so embarrassing.”
“YOU WERE PERFECT. A TRUE SPECIMEN. YOU SHOULD HAVE SENT MORE. ANGLES, CLOSE-UPS, PERHAPS A LITTLE FLEXING—”
Eddie just lay there, arm flung over his eyes, lips parted. “You think she liked it?”
“SHE’S PROBABLY DEAD. OR SCREAMING. OR DEAD AND SCREAMING.”
Not even a full minute passed. Then:
Holy fuck Eddie
U look so hot I wish I could lick it off u
All that mess for me?
Eddie replied:
Always for you
Fuck
I can’t stop thinking about you riding me
You:
I wish I could ride you right now
Sit on ur cock and make u beg
Another photo, this time your fingers between your legs, two of them disappearing into your soaked pussy, glistening in the dim light.
I’m so wet looking at ur cock
Please send a video cumming
And be loud for me
Eddie hit record again and he stroked himself slowly, teasing, dragging his hand up and down his slick cock with languid precision, groaning out your name like you were right there, kneeling between his spread legs.
“Fuck, baby… I miss you. I miss this. I wanna be inside you so bad—”
“Angle down. No, lower. LOWER. We are showing her the main event, not your sad couch.” Venom instructed. “Groan louder. She wants the sound. Don’t be a coward, Eddie.”
He didn’t even make it thirty seconds. The orgasm ripped through him without warning, a guttural gasp left his chest, then a deep, broken moan as he bucked his hips up hard, spilling cum across his stomach in thick pulses.
“Fucking—oh my God—baby—”
He cried out your name again and again, as his body shook with the force of it. The camera caught everything, from the twitch of his cock, to the way his cum shot out of him, making another mess on his stomach.
Your reply came a few minutes later:
Fuck it looks so good baby
Came so hard watching it
“YES! WE MADE HER CUM,” Venom roared in triumph.
Eddie groaned, still catching his breath, lying flat on the couch like he’d been flattened by a truck. His stomach was a mess, and his right hand was still sticky. He could barely move.
“Holy shit,” he mumbled, scrubbing his clean hand down his face. “We? You didn’t do shit.”
“I was the artistic director of your little film,” Venom said smugly. “YOU THINK YOU CAME UP WITH THOSE ANGLES? THAT FLEX? THAT DRAMATIC SHOT OF THE CUM DRIPPING DOWN YOUR STOMACH? NO. ME.”
Eddie ignored him and just stared at the screen for a long time. Then typed:
You win
I’m officially ruined
You replied a second later:
Good
Now go to sleep baby. See u tomorrow
Eddie had his arm heavy around your waist as you curled against him in bed, splaying his fingers protectively over your hip like he never wanted to let go. Venom’s head was hovering next to the two of you, focused on the movie you were watching on Eddie’s laptop, and on the chocolate chip cookies you’d baked the night before.
“Missed you so fucking much,” Eddie mumbled into your hair.
You laughed into his shoulder. “You said that like twenty times already since I arrived.”
“We missed you. He is pathetic without you. Always whining. Always hard.”
You snorted, shoving Eddie back just enough to see his flushed face. “Venom, stop tattling on him already.”
“We tell the truth.”
Eddie groans, dragging a hand down his face. “Don’t encourage him.”
“I got back less than twenty-four hours ago and you two are already fighting for my attention,” you teased, grabbing another cookie from the plate over the nightstand. The black, viscous mass of Venom’s face slithered up your side, pressing against your skin. His toothy grin widened, his long, slimy tongue flicked out, darting toward your shoulder with playful hunger.
“COOKIE. GIVE ME.”
You couldn’t help but laugh as Venom chomped down the cookie, curling his tongue around the crumbs. He let out a pleased growl, almost like a cat purring, before immediately demanding:
“MORE.”
Eddie threw his hands up. “Hey, hey, they’re not all for you, buddy! I get a few too!”
You bit back a grin, breaking a cookie in half and offering both sides, one to Eddie, one to Venom. “No fighting. I baked enough for both of you.”
Venom crunched his half in one terrifying bite, while Eddie lingered, chewing slowly.
“God,” Eddie sighed, licking chocolate off his thumb. “Marry me.”
Venom immediately snarled. “NO. She marries us. Not just you. We are a package.”
You burst out laughing, covering your mouth to stop cookie crumbs from flying, but only a few minutes later, you were kissing Eddie’s shoulder, then lower, pressing kisses along the slope of his chest until he chuckled.
“What’s that about?” he murmured.
You bit your lip and nosed at the dip between his ribs. “Well, I missed you, too.”
“That’s code for I’m horny, Eddie.” Venom clarified with an amused grin. “She needs our attention.”
You rolled your eyes at Venom’s remark, even though he wasn’t wrong. Yesterday had left you utterly drained from your trip, all you’d managed was to bake the cookies as a little surprise for them before collapsing into bed early. Days had passed since you and Eddie had last been together, and the dry spell was starting to ache. You needed him. Needed him more than ever.
“Eddie, can I ask you something?”
He twitched his brows. “Yeah, ‘course.”
You hesitated for just a beat, and then, almost like a dam breaking, the words spilt out, it was the confession of a fantasy that had been simmering in your mind for far too long. “Have you ever thought about me… like… fingering you?”
There was a beat of silence, and then you felt the way Eddie stiffened, how he froze his hand on your waist, and the tension rippling across his abdomen as he opened his eyes wider than they had been all day.
“Uh… what?”
Venom, unhelpfully, laughed. “She wants to touch your ass, Eddie. Don’t be a pussy and let her. I’m curious too.”
“Venom… don’t. Not now.” Eddie said, pointing a finger at the floating head.
You leaned up on your elbow, watching him with calm patience. “It’s not a big deal if the answer’s no. I’ve just been thinking about it.”
Eddie blinked up at the ceiling, clearly struggling. “You—you mean, like… actually in?”
You raised a brow, biting your lip. “I mean you on your stomach. Me with lube. My fingers. Your ass. Yes. But only if you want it. Only if you’re curious.”
He swallowed, bobbing his Adam’s apple, a rosy flush was already creeping up his neck, and it was spreading fast all over his face. His cheeks were flushed too, and you hadn’t even touched him yet.
“Have you… done that before?” he glanced at you nervously.
You smiled. “Not really.”
Venom was already losing his damn mind, screaming inside Eddie’s head. “YES. YES. WE’LL DO IT, LITTLE TEMPTRESS. EDDIE, YOU’RE CURIOUS. YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN CURIOUS. EDDIE, SUBMIT TO HER.”
“V, it’s Eddie’s choice. Let’s not pressure him.” You said gently to the symbiote.
Eddie made a strangled noise, covering his face with one hand, he was blushing so hard it looked like he was being set on fire. “God, baby… You can’t just say that like it’s nothing—fuck.” But then softer: “Yeah. Yeah, okay. I trust you.”
You felt the fluttering of your heart inside you, like your chest was blooming just from hearing those words. “Yeah?” you whispered, kissing his jaw. “You trust me?”
Eddie nodded once. “Yeah. I do.”
You kissed him again, deeper this time, sliding your hands down his chest, tracing with your fingers the faint trail of hair down to where he was already starting to harden under his pants. His cock twitched under your touch, half-hard and growing fast. Eddie lifted his hips to help you slide his pants and underwear down, before wrapping your fingers around him. You stroked slowly, lovingly, the way he liked it, and he gasped against your mouth, relaxing under your touch, his nerves giving way to need.
“You’re so good for me,” you murmured. “So fucking sexy.”
You kept your strokes slow, using your free hand to slick up your fingers with lube from the nightstand, that one you'd brought to his place a few weeks ago, just in case one day you might need it. The scent of the lube drifted between you. Eddie looked surprised but also flustered, groaning as you leaned in to whisper in his ear.
“Tell me if anything hurts and I’ll stop.”
He nodded again, this time quicker. “I—I will. Promise.”
You kissed his neck, then trailed lower, exploring his chest with your mouth. You traced the curve beneath his pec with your tongue, feeling him shudder, his nipples hardening under the brush of your breath. You coated your fingers generously and reached between his legs, past his balls, slowly circling his entrance with featherlight pressure, just shallow touches at first, watching his muscles twitch and his breath catch, you didn't want to overwhelm him.
Eddie would be lying if he said he’d never wondered what it would feel like, but the sex he’d had up until now had been vanilla at best. Missionary. Lights off. Fifteen minutes. Done. Over. Safe. He’d never imagined he’d find himself here, trembling, completely unprepared for this kind of touch.
“You good?” you whispered.
He nodded. “Just… go slow.”
Venom was vibrating with anticipation as he kept his eyes on both of you. “RELAX, EDDIE. SHE’S GOING TO MAKE YOU SEE THE UNIVERSE.”
“V, give me a hand with this.” You whispered, curling your lips into a wicked smile. “Stroke him for me.”
Venom didn’t need to be told twice. He slithered down a slick tendril, wrapping it around Eddie’s cock with precision. He pumped him in perfect rhythm, making Eddie let out a guttural noise you’d never heard before.
You waited for him to relax, for the tension in his thighs to ease, and then you gently pressed forward, just the very tip of your finger, just soft pressure, barely there. He moaned when your fingertip slipped past the tight ring of muscle. It was a high-pitched, surprised noise, like it had been torn out of him, he curled his toes and arched his back off the bed involuntarily.
“Still okay?” you asked gently.
“Y-Yeah. Just new.”
“RELAX YOUR ASS, EDDIE.”
His hole clung tight around your finger, fluttering as you eased it in deeper, and the heat of him wrapped around you in a way that made your own breath hitch.
It felt strange, not in a bad way, just new, intense, and overwhelming. Not painful, you were so gentle, teasing him, moving your fingers just right, and the way you looked at him with that burning mix of desire and tenderness in your eyes made him relax and melt into your touch.
“Shit—that’s weird.”
Venom hummed encouragingly. “Weird and good. Keep going.”
You smiled against his skin. “Want more?”
He nodded shakily. “Yeah—fuck, yeah.”
You hummed, smiling, leaning down to kiss his lips as you worked your finger deeper. You kissed him until he sighed into your mouth, until his body relaxed under the weight of your affection. When you pressed deeper, just a little, he moaned like it was pulled from somewhere deep. You could feel him clenching around your finger, and the vulnerability in it made your chest ache with how much you adored him.
As the tight walls of his ass began to stretch around your finger, a shiver ran through him, every nerve ending was pulsing with a type of filthy pleasure he’d never known. This new and forbidden sensation was starting to feel fucking amazing, every movement of your hand was drawing out heat until it pooled in the pit of his stomach.
His hole was loosening now, and you could glide your finger deeper with every wet slide, feeling the trembling of his thighs from the effort of holding still. You moved gently, curling your finger just a little, watching how his hips twitched, and the way his cock leaked pre-cum on Venom’s tendril as you began to really finger him, still trying to keep your thrusts slow.
“Eddie. Eddie. She’s fingering you. YOU'RE GETTING FINGERED. And you like it. You little slut.”
You chuckled at Venom’s words, but instantly kissed Eddie’s temple, trying to calm him down. “You’re doing so good. You look gorgeous like this, baby. Taking it so well.”
He whimpered, tensing and trembling under your touch. Sweat started to bead at his hairline, he parted his lips, and they looked a dark pink from how often he’d been biting them.
“OH MY GOD. I DIDN’T KNOW IT COULD LOOK LIKE THAT. EDDIE. I’M PROUD OF YOU. DO YOU FEEL POWERFUL? DO YOU FEEL ALIVE?”
You leaned closer. “Do you want another one, baby? Want me to stretch you open a little more?”
He fluttered his eyes open, and nodded without hesitation. “Yeah… fuck—give me another. I can take it.”
"LOOK WHO'S A BIG, GREEDY BOY NOW," Venom pumped him steadily with his tendril, sliding up to the tip then back down, coating his cock in more of his arousal.
The sound you made was low and pleased as you pulled your finger out just enough to coat a second one in lube. Then you pressed both against his rim, circling gently so you could give him some time to breathe before slowly working them in. The stretch was deliciously obscene, you slid the second finger in beside the first with a wet squelch.
“Oh fuck—fuck. Oh God.” Eddie whimpered, digging his fingers into the mattress.
“Feels good like this?” you whispered full of desire. You’d never seen a guy as needy as Eddie, and you loved every bit of it. “God, you’re so tight, Eddie.”
“So sensitive,” Venom purred. “Such a perfect boy… ours.”
You worked the two fingers inside him with steady thrusts, curling them just a bit each time, rotating and scissoring them inside his tight heat.
You leaned down, pressing kisses along his shoulder, brushing your lips against his ear as you whispered, “You like that, don’t you? Feeling me inside you…”
“F-fuck… yeah… too much—” Eddie moaned, drawing up his knees slightly as his body adjusted. You could hear the lube-slick sounds of your fingers working him open, and the wet sounds of Venom working his pre-cum-covered cock.
You crooked your fingers just right until you felt him clench hard around you, pressing against his sweet spot, making him gasp loudly.
“Fuckfuckfuck—what the hell was that?”
You grinned, thrilled. He looked so fucking cute. “That’s your prostate, sweetheart.”
His breath came faster. “No one’s ever—fuck, fuck, keep—keep doing that, oh fuck—”
You did. Again and again, fucking him with your fingers as he writhed under you, sweating and moaning and falling apart.
Venom slid his appendage upward, pressing against the underside of his shaft, twisting gently as it moved. It slid up with teasing pressure, then slid down, lightly brushing the tip. It pulsed in a smooth, steady motion, jerking him slightly, circling the head lightly, then gripping the shaft with a wet, slick grip.
You watched his thighs start to shake, his abs trembling with tension, his cock jumping with every stroke. Eddie was trembling beneath you, completely undone, torn between embarrassment and overwhelming pleasure. His legs were spread wide for you now, no resistance left, just raw need.
“Fucking—gonna cum, baby,” he panted, hips starting to roll.
You leaned over him, breathing against his lips. “Then cum for me. Let go.”
“We like you like this… restrained, desperate… begging for release.”
Eddie’s breathing grew uneven. “Oh—oh God… you two… don’t—stop—please…”
You mirrored Venom’s pace with your fingers, curling inside his ass just enough to make him gasp. The combination of your firm touch and Venom’s rhythmic stroking was driving him wild. He rocked his hips involuntarily, trying to chase the pleasure that was building faster than he could handle.
He spilled with a loud, wrecked groan, his cock pulsing as hot and thick ropes of cum painted the black tendril in white, dripping across his stomach.
He clenched his thighs around your arm and his ass around your fingers as his body seized in pleasure. His whole body spasmed with the force of it. You kept going, easing him through the comedown, kissing his forehead and whispering how good he’d been for you, how pretty he looked when he came like that.
Venom purred with satisfaction, releasing Eddie’s cock only after the last spasm had shuddered through him. A tendril stroked his chest almost tenderly, wiping at the mess. “SO PROUD OF YOU, EDDIE. MY SWEET LITTLE BOTTOM BOY.”
You chuckled, but Eddie only rolled his eyes, and when he could finally speak, he rasped out, “Holy fuck.”
You curled beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist and pressing your nose to his shoulder. “That was okay?”
“Shit—that was more than okay, that was—” Eddie got distracted when he saw the way you were sliding down his body slowly, kissing your way across his abs, smiling as he gave a lazy groan. “What’re you—”
“Cleaning you up,” you murmured sweetly, and before he could protest, you leaned down and licked a slow stripe from the base of his cock up to the swollen head.
“F-fuck,” Eddie choked, twitching as you dragged your tongue over his sensitive shaft.
You grinned up at him, licking along the underside again before wrapping your lips around the head, sucking gently to gather the cum that was dripping down. His breath stuttered, jerking his hips involuntarily,
But you smirked, cupping Eddie’s thigh and looking over at the hulking black mass. “Come on, Venom. Don’t just stand there. Help me clean him up.”
Venom extended the tendril that had been stroking Eddie before, still glistening with a mixture of slick and cum. The thick appendage curled closer, hovering above you. Then, with exaggerated slowness, Venom extended his enormous tongue and dragged it along the length of the tendril. The reaction was immediate, he contorted his face, squinting his eyes like he’d bitten into something foul. “Disgusting!” he roared, spitting dramatically to the side. “Eddie, you are rotten inside. You taste like death.”
Eddie groaned, covering his face with his hand. “Oh, for God’s sake. It’s your fault for only wanting to eat tater tots and chocolate.”
You burst into giggles, nuzzling Eddie’s thigh before licking another line up his cock, deliberately slow. “Don’t listen to him, baby. He’s just being dramatic.”
Venom sniffed his tendril, then licked again, slower this time, as though double-checking his opinion. He twisted his face even harder, baring his teeth in a theatrical grimace. “Ughhh! It is even worse the second time! Sour, bitter, wrong. You need to do the pineapple diet. Yes. We will make you eat it every day.”
You laughed outright, nearly choking on a lick as you glanced up at Eddie. “How does he even know about pineapple?”
His ears were bright red, his jaw tight as he muttered, “He spends too much time on NSFW subreddits.”
“Well, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. You taste delicious.” You wrapped your lips around his cock again, sucking gently on the head, letting him watch you savor him. “See? I love it.”
Venom growled, shaking his massive head like a disappointed parent. “She lies to protect your fragile ego. You are poisonous.”
You chuckled again, licking the last streak of cum from Eddie’s shaft before kissing the head softly. “Ignore him, baby. He doesn’t get it. He’s not used to it.”
Venom muttered in the background, still sulking. “Rotten, Eddie. Rotten. We will order pineapples tomorrow.”
Eddie hadn’t even caught his breath before his cock twitched back to life, thick and hard again against his stomach. You laughed softly, brushing your lips over his jaw.
“Already?” you teased.
His eyes burned into yours. “Already,” he growled, pushing you onto the mattress with a thud and climbing over you with that desperate energy you knew so well.
His cock slapped heavily against your thigh as he pressed your wrists into the sheets. “You’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy,” he whispered, kissing you roughly and biting at your lips.
“Good,” you whispered back, arching up against him. “Then fuck me, Eddie. Show me.”
And he did. Eddie drove into you with one hard thrust, burying his cock to the hilt. You gasped, arching your back as the stretch stole your breath. He didn’t give you time to adjust, not that you needed it anyway, your body had molded to fit him perfectly, as if you were made for him. He snapped his hips forward again and again, like he wanted to claim every inch of you all over again.
“God, baby,” he groaned against your throat, his voice breaking as your cunt squeezed around him. “So tight... fuck—you’re gonna make me lose it.”
You clawed at his back, desperate and crying out with each thrust. “Yes—oh my God, Eddie—yes—”
You lifted your head just in time to see Venom unfurling his tendrils, as he slid his tongue from his jagged mouth. He spoke with an amused tone. “He gives you cock… but I can make it even better.”
“Not now. You had your fun, now leave us alone—oh fuck—” Eddie stopped mid-sentence, cursing as you clenched around him.
But the alien only chuckled, curling his tongue in the air like a serpent. “I will show her what I can do. We will make it so much better together, Eddie.”
“Jesus Christ,” He pistoned his hips into you harder, battering your cervix every time he bottomed out inside of you. “Don’t—don’t you dare—”
But you couldn’t stop yourself from locking your eyes on Venom’s massive tongue, which was thick and glistening. You ached for it, you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought of the possibilities of what that tongue could do.
“Eddie…” you clutched his shoulders. “Let him. Please.”
He groaned as if you’d stabbed him, but the way in which you felt him twitching inside you betrayed him. “You’re gonna kill me,” he kept thrusting, lost in the enveloping tight heat of your pussy around his hard member.
Venom didn’t wait for another word of permission. He darted his enormous tongue forward, dragging a stripe up your inner thigh, making you jolt, then gasp, and then clutch Eddie tighter as he slid the wet muscle up to your swollen clit.
“OH FUCK—” you cried out, shaking as Venom flattened his cold tongue against your clit, licking broadly with strokes that made your vision blur.
The sight of Venom devouring your clit as his own cock disappeared into your hole just inches lower, made Eddie growl above you, feeling every shiver and pulse of your body as you squeezed him so tight it almost hurt. He had to admit, watching you unravel like this was divine. You, the same person who’d always been bold, commanding, and in control, were now a trembling and whimpering mess, utterly consumed by pleasure as Venom and he moved in perfect sync.
The symbiote laughed, vibrating against your cunt as he circled your clit with his tongue, flicking it to tease you, then sucking hard enough to make you scream. “She loves it. She is shaking for us. Admit it, Eddie... we make a good team.”
Eddie cursed him and slammed into you deeper, fucking you so hard the bedframe rattled. You couldn’t even respond. You were convulsing under them, Eddie pounding into you deep, Venom lapping and sucking your clit with obscene precision.
Venom swirled his tongue so fast you nearly sobbed. “So sweet… so wet… she loves us both, Eddie.”
You were incoherent, crying nonsense into the air. “I—I can’t—oh my God—”
Eddie kissed you roughly to swallow your moans. “Yes, you can. You’re gonna take it. Gonna let us ruin you together.” His thrusts grew relentless, stretching you deeper and deeper with his cock.
Venom pulled the sensitive nub into his mouth with gentleness so he wouldn’t hurt you with his sharp and pointy teeth. He never once eased up. “She is going insane. Our little temptress is begging to break.”
“Fuckin’ perfect. You’re shaking so bad, baby... so tight... so wet—” He ground his pelvis into you with each thrust, grinding his fat head against that tender spot inside you, making your cunt pulse tight around him, forcing you to rub your clit against Venom’s tongue at the same time he bottomed out inside you.
You could only whimper, you were quivering violently as Eddie’s cock and Venom’s tongue kept you strung tight on the edge, over and over, with no escape. Eddie’s thrusts were deep and brutal, he was splitting you open again and again on his cock, and the way Venom curled his tongue tight around you, squeezing the sensitive bundle of nerves before sucking it into his mouth, made an obscene sound that echoed through the room.
“FUUUCK!” you screamed, jerking up your body off the bed, but Eddie pinned you down instantly, growling into your ear as he pounded harder.
“Yeah, baby—feel that? He’s eating your little pussy while I fuck you full. You’re ours. You hear me? Fuckin’ ours.”
Venom purred, shooting the vibrations through your clit, his fangs glistening as he uncoiled and lashed his tongue across your soaked folds. “So sweet. So messy. She gushes for us.”
You felt it in every frantic thrust of his cock, every desperate growl against your throat. His cock throbbed inside you, swelling, twitching, begging to spill.
“Fuuuck—baby—I’m not—I can’t—” he pressed his slick forehead against yours.
From between your thighs came that guttural chuckle. “Lame. He is already whining. Be a man, Eddie. Hold it.”
Eddie snarled, grinding his teeth, pounding you harder. “Shut the fuck up—”
Venom didn’t stop. He squeezed your clit tight, then pulled back to slap his tongue against it with obscene wet sounds. “You will not finish before her. If you spill now, you are weak. Useless.”
You sobbed under them, thrashing as Venom sucked your clit into his mouth again. Eddie groaned into your neck. “I’m trying... fuck, I’m trying—” He panted. “She feels so good... she’s so tight… squeezin’ me—fuck—”
Venom stretched his grin widely, dripping saliva from his jagged teeth. “Excuses. Do better. Prove you are a man.”
You half-laughed, half-sobbed, clutching Eddie’s shoulders. “Don’t listen—oh God—don’t listen to him, baby—you’re perfect—”
Venom growled in mock offence, slurping your clit so hard your scream ripped the air. “She lies. She wants more. She needs us both. Eddie”
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie kept hammering his hips, ramming your g-spot with bruising force. “I’m—fuck—I’m not lettin’ her cum without me—”
Venom was smacking your clit with wet lashes before sucking it back into his mouth like he was trying to swallow it whole. You convulsed violently, clamping your cunt down on Eddie so tight he nearly cried out.
“FUCK! Baby—you’re—oh God—you’re choking my cock—” he groaned, sinking his teeth into your shoulder.
Venom purred. “She is ready. She is going to explode. You better keep up, Eddie.”
“I’m holdin’ it—” Eddie closed his eyes and mentally counted to fifty so he wouldn’t blow too soon. Venom was right, he had to man up, he had to hold it. Prove he could keep up. “I’m holdin’ it, goddamn it—”
Venom pulled back only long enough to taunt Eddie. “For now.” Then he dove back, slurping and devouring you so hard the entire mattress was now a wet puddle.
You were gone, sobbing, trembling violently. “Please—oh my God—please—I can’t—”
Eddie hammered his cock deep, his thrusts getting more and more ragged. “Cum for us. Cum for us now.”
Venom coiled his tongue around your clit one last time, sucking it into his mouth with brutal force, and that was it.
You dig your nails into Eddie’s back. “Eddie—oh my God—Venom! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”
Your orgasm crashed into you like fire setting your entire body alight. You clenched your cunt around him, squeezing him and trying to milk Eddie with violent pulses..
Eddie roared, losing himself, yanking himself off of you, pulling out before the intense twitching of your cunt made him spill too early. He’d learned his lesson before. Many times.
Venom licked your pussy, slurping your arousal as it gushed out, swallowing down the mess he’d helped create. “Good. Very good. She came. You did not completely embarrass yourself, Eddie.”
Eddie collapsed on top of you, sweaty and trembling, groaning weakly into your neck. “Go…fuck…yourself…”
Venom chuckled as he flicked his tongue over your overstimulated clit just to make you whimper again. “Not necessary. I have you both.”
You stroked Eddie’s damp hair back, laughing breathlessly even through the aftershocks. “Don’t listen to him, baby… You were perfect. So fucking perfect.”
“She means us, Eddie.”
And with the way you still shook under them, Eddie couldn’t argue. He suddenly flipped you onto your stomach, making you squeal as he dragged your hips up, keeping your ass in the air, and pressing your face into the mattress.
“Needed to see this view,” he spread your asscheeks with his big hands, and then slammed his cock back inside you without any warning. The wet stretch of your used and overstimulated cunt made you cry out.
“EDDIE—fuck—”
He bent over you, pressing his chest into your back. “So fucking good from behind… watching this tight little pussy swallow me up... Holy fuck—”
His thrusts grew relentless and brutal, each snap of his hips got you digging your nails into the sheets, as the waves of pleasure tore through you again and again. You couldn’t help but wonder, was this how sex was supposed to feel for the rest of your life with Eddie? Endless climaxes, each one more intense than the last, a pleasure so intense it made you cry out. And… did you just think about spending forever with him? A lifetime together? Fuck, maybe you did love him too.
Venom kept his wide and white eyes focused on the place where your body and Eddie’s were joining. “Beautiful. But incomplete.”
Eddie froze for a moment, groaning through gritted teeth. “You’re still here. Of course.”
Venom slithered his hulking form closer, unfurling his tendril with a wicked smile. “You are already in her pussy. But she still has another hole.”
You clenched hard around Eddie’s cock at the suggestion, and he cursed, dropping his head against your shoulder. “Baby—fuck—don’t even—”
“Yes,” you said before he could argue more, turning your head to meet Eddie’s wild eyes. “Let him, Eddie. Please. Please. I want it.”
Eddie twitched inside you at your words, torn between his jealousy, fueled by the insecurity that maybe Venom was indeed superior, and maybe you'd come to realise you didn't need him anymore, and also the pure lust in your voice, which made him want to fulfil every single one of your fantasies. “Christ, you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me…”
Venom purred. “Wise choice.”
He slid a slick tendril between your ass cheeks, circling your tight hole teasingly. You jerked at the touch, moaning and burying your face in the pillow as Eddie resumed his thrusts, angrier, as though trying to prove something.
“Don’t—fuckin’—forget—I’m the one inside you,” he fucked you deep, slamming his cock into your g-spot with every thrust.
You could barely answer, too lost in the sensation of his cock and Venom pressing his appendage firmer against your ass, slowly working the tight ring of muscle until it slipped just barely inside.
“OH GOD—” you clenched your entire body around both intrusions in your body, a loud cry leaving your throat.
Venom pushed his tendril deeper, twisting it as he toyed with your ass. “Tight. Hungry. She loves it. Admit it, Eddie... you love it too.”
Eddie pistoned harder, and it made you son into the mattress, clamping violently around him while the symbiote curled his tendril inside your ass, stretching you in ways that made your vision go white.
Venom slithered out another appendage from Eddie’s back, stretching it until he circled your entire body, pressing the the tip of it against your pussy. He flicked out the tendril, rubbing your clit while he kept burying the other one up in your ass, thrusting it slowly.
“Fucking—hell. You’re—Shit, baby—you’re stuffed so full—”
You babbled incoherently, shaking, with both of your holes filled and used. While Venom massaged your clit in little circles, he also twisted the tendril inside your ass. You were trapped between both of them, and you didn’t want out.
“She is breaking. Two holes filled. Soon… she will beg for more.”
You could hear the slapping from Eddie’s heavy balls against you with every brutal thrust, and feel every push and twist of Venom on your ass. All of it only fueled you more, making you clench down on Eddie’s cock even tighter.
“Jesus—fuck, baby—you’re so tight—you’re choking me—” Eddie gave you erratic but merciless thrusts.
Venom filled the room with purrs full of satisfaction as he kept toying with your pussy like he wanted to devour you. “Perfect little holes. Stuffed full. She’s dripping, Eddie. She’s ours.”
Your scream tore from your throat, and you clawed at the sheets, shaking from too much pleasure. You were full, stretched, fucked in both holes, so stimulated you couldn’t form a coherent thought. “Please—oh God—please, I can’t—”
Eddie growled in your ear. “Yes, you can. You’re gonna cum for us. You’re gonna cum so fucking hard—”
The rhythm destroyed you. You screamed Eddie’s and Venom’s names as your climax took over your body, fluttering around his cock so violently Eddie roared, slamming deep one last time, and spilling his hot and thick seed inside you, trembling with the force of his release.
Venom didn’t stop, he kept working you with his appendages, milking every last spasm from your shaking body. “Yes. Cum for us. Break for us. You are perfect like this. Our little temptress.”
Eddie collapsed over you, covered in sweat, still buried inside your pussy, feeling it it spasming around him. “Christ—baby—I can’t—fuck—I can’t move—”
Venom finally pulled back, sliding his tendril from your ass with a wet pop. “Weak. But effective. She came. You came. Acceptable.”
Eddie was too wrecked to argue. You laughed weakly through the aftershocks, stroking his arm softly. “Don’t listen to him, baby… You were perfect.”
Venom stretched his grin wider. “She means us, Eddie. WE were perfect.”
And with the way your body was still trembling, stuffed full and leaking, Eddie didn’t have the strength to disagree.
“Pathetic. Both of you are puddles. Look at you—limbs like wet noodles. Couldn’t fight off a kitten right now.”
You let out a broken laugh, reaching up to stroke Eddie’s damp hair where it stuck to his forehead. “He’s right. We’re wrecked.”
“Yeah, great, just what I wanted to hear,” Eddie rolled off you, collapsing onto his back beside you, throwing one arm over his eyes.
“I made her scream louder. My tongue made her twitch like that.” He sounded like a little kid about to stick out his tongue at Eddie to mock him.
Eddie’s insecurities crept in, uninvited. What if you preferred Venom? What if the day came when you only wanted the symbiote, and not him? He couldn’t blame you, after all, Venom had superhuman strength, tendrils that could stretch however he wanted, and that tongue… Eddie couldn’t compete against that. The alien could go all night, never tiring, while he, human and flawed, needed a protein shake after fifteen minutes of doggy. It wasn’t just jealousy. It was fear that he might never measure up.
“Jesus Christ,” Eddie dragged his hands down his face. “Can you not—just for once—just shut the hell up about it?”
You rolled onto your side to face him, brushing your fingers over his stubbled cheek. “Hey… don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Get all in your head,” you said softly, nudging his arm away so you could look into his tired eyes. “Don’t start thinking he’s better. That’s not what this is.”
Eddie looked away. “He just—he’s got these tricks. Tentacles. That freaking tongue. And I’m just—” He sighed, slumping his shoulders. “I’m just a guy.”
Venom leaned closer to his ear. “Very well done, Eddie. The first step is acceptance. You’re a sweaty, weak, messy little guy. It’s a miracle she still lets you put it in her.”
You smacked Eddie’s chest lightly, earning a half-laugh, half-groan from him. “Don’t listen to him. He doesn’t get it.”
“Doesn’t get what?” Eddie whispered, still avoiding your eyes.
“That you’re all I need,” you pressed a kiss to his jaw, then another to his cheek. “You’re all I want. Venom’s just… extra,” you looked at Venom before he could protest. “Good extra,” You clarified before looking back at Eddie, pressing your forehead against his. “But you, Eddie… you’re mine. You make me feel good. You did from the first night. And I don’t want to change you. Not one bit.”
His throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, finally daring to glance at you. The insecurity there cracked your heart a little.
“Yeah?” he rasped. The way you said it,so convinced, so soft, so certain… he believed you. He saw it in your eyes, the honesty, the weight of your words wrapped in sincerity.
“Yeah,” you promised, kissing him slowly and lingering, until he sighed into your mouth and melted against you. “We’re all a team. I make you two feel good, Venom makes us both feel good, and you make us feel good too.”
Venom gagged loudly, mimicking throwing up, lolling his tongue as if he’d just tasted something gross. “Disgusting. Sickening. Lovebirds. Get a room.”
Eddie broke the kiss to snort, finally cracking a small grin. “We are in a room, you asshole.”
You laughed, nuzzling into Eddie’s chest, drawing lazy shapes over his ribs with your fingers. “Ignore him. Just stay here with me.”
Eddie wrapped his arm around you tight, pulling you flush against him, brushing your hair with his lips. “Yeah. I can do that.”
Venom muttered another jab, his voice full with mock disgust. “Ugh. You’re both so wrecked you’ll be useless tomorrow. Pathetic meat sacks.”
You tilted your head, looking up at Eddie. His eyes were half-lidded, his hair damp, his mouth soft and kiss-swollen. He looked so vulnerable and exposed, it made your chest ache.
“Eddie…” Your voice came out quieter than you expected, but he shifted, humming like he was listening with full attention. You swallowed, feeling the nerves curling in your belly, but then you just said it. “I love you.”
For a second, he froze, like his brain hadn’t caught up with what you said. His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth, but no sound came out. And then it hit him with full force. His face broke open into this wide, almost boyish smile, his eyes going bright and wet. You loved him too. You were saying it loud and clear. And you weren’t just saying it, you actually meant it.
“You—” his voice cracked, he laughed like he couldn’t believe it, and then he grabbed your face in his big, shaking hands and kissed you so hard your lips tingled. “You love me,” he whispered against your mouth. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” you whispered. “I just… I couldn’t deny it any longer.”
He groaned, pulling you into his chest, crushing you in a hug so tight it nearly knocked the air out of you. He buried his nose in your hair, his breath shaky and rough. “Jesus Christ, baby, you don’t know what that does to me.”
Venom’s growl was loud and irritated. His floating head, suspended by the writhing black goo that spilled from Eddie’s back, hovered in front of you both, studying you with pure disgust. “You two are revolting. Too much sugar. I will vomit.”
You laughed into Eddie’s neck, but Eddie just shook his head, still smiling like a fool, kissing your temple, your cheek, anywhere he could reach. “Ignore him. Don’t stop, please. Just—God, I needed to hear that.”
Venom huffed. “You wanted so bad for her to love you back. You’re weak.”
Eddie rolled his eyes, still holding you like he’d never let go. “Yeah, so what? She does. She loves me. And I love her. So go sulk somewhere else.”
Venom made more exaggerated gagging noises. “Now what? Marriage? Babies? Because Eddie always wanted babies. He dreams of little humans running around.”
Eddie stiffened instantly, his cheeks going red. “Jesus, V, can you not—”
You pulled back just enough to see his face, shooting your eyebrows up, tugging a grin on your lips. “You want kids?”
Eddie rubbed the back of his neck, looking awayl. “Not—not like right now. Just… someday. It’s not a big deal.”
Venom, enthusastic about embarrassing Eddie a little more, just kept going. “He thinks about it more than you think. Pathetic little fantasies. White picket fence. Babies drooling on his shirt. You baking in the kitchen. Domestic Eddie.”
“Shut up!” Eddie’s face was now red as a tomato. He looked back at you, nervous, fumbling. “It’s—don’t listen to him, okay? It’s just—it crossed my mind. That’s all.”
The way you smiled so softly made his heart clench. You cupped his cheek, kissed him slowly, gently, full of all the love you had. “Eddie…” you whispered against his lips, “you’re all I want. Whatever we do, whatever comes… I’m with you.”
His eyes shone, and his breath was shaky as he kissed you again, slower this time, like he was memorizing it.
Venom made gagging noises. “I hate this. I hate both of you.”
Eddie broke the kiss just to laugh. “He just wants you to say you love him too.”
You looked at the symbiote for a moment, “I love you too, V. Don’t get jealous.”
Venom let out a pleased growl that made the bed vibrate, but he soon tried to cover it with a cough, pretending to act unfazed. “Whatever. Yeah. Thanks. You too.”
You could feel the way Eddie relaxed his body even as he grumbled, like everything he ever wanted had finally settled into place. That girl… the same one who’d once taken his phone charger and rewarded him with a blowjob, was now curled against his chest. She was the one he loved, the one he imagined a future with, the one who made every broken day worth it.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this.” He didn’t mean just you saying I love you back. He meant everything: your laughter, your presence, the way your eyes lit up at the smallest things. He’d waited his whole life for a connection like this, for this kind of intensity, for a love so pure it made the world feel lighter, even in the darkest corners.
You rested your hand on his chest, over his heart, feeling the way it slowly began to beat more steadily, calmer. “I meant it. I’ll keep meaning it every day.”
Before Eddie could get all teary again, Venom cut in with his usual flair. “Boring. Love confessions, cuddles, sweaty bodies sticking together. Enough. Let us think about something new.”
Eddie rolled his eyes. Of course Venom had to ruin the romantic moment. “Here we go.”
“Yes. New adventures. What is next for us? We have conquered the bedroom. The kitchen. The shower. We have destroyed one mattress already. This is the beginning. We need a change of scenery.”
You chuckled into Eddie’s chest. You’d never imagined, in a million lifetimes, to have this kind of pillowtalk. “What do you suggest, V?”
The alien hummed, as if thinking for a moment. “The beach. I want to see the ocean. Feel the wind in my hair. The sand on my feet. The seagulls. We will eat them.”
Eddie sighed from the absurdity of the request. One he’d heard many times already. “For Christ’s sake, you can’t, you don’t have fe—”
“I will feel it. And I’ll eat the seagulls. They are loud and stupid. But also, romantic! We will sit in the sand. Watch the sun set, do all those cheesy couple things Eddie likes.”
You laughed so hard imagining Venom with a beach hat and a pair of sunglasses, that Eddie’s chest shook with you. “He wants a beach date.”
“No,” Eddie said firmly, pointing at his face with one threatening finger. “We are not going on a beach date with you third-wheeling.”
“Third-wheeling?” He barked, as if insulted. “I am the wheels. Without me, you are nothing. Without me, you fall over.”
You bit back a giggle. “Honestly, I wouldn’t mind the beach. Just us… and him.”
“You’re enabling him.” Eddie run his hand down his face, he already knew he had no way out of it.
“She loves me too,” He declared smugly. “It’s time you accept it’s the three of us, forever.”
You smirked against Eddie’s skin. “I guess he’s right.”
A contented rumble vibrated from the alien. “Then it’s settled. The beach. We will swim. We will eat ice cream. We will build sandcastles. We will… bury Eddie in the sand. And then…” He locked his gaze on you. “…it will be just you and me.”
“Over my dead body,” Eddie mumbled, shaking his head from side to side.
You tipped your chin up, kissing him sweetly. “C’mon, baby. Could be fun. Not the part where you’re buried in the sand, obviously.”
Eddie sighed, but you noticed the twitching in the corners of his mouth betraying him. “Fine. But I swear to God, if he eats a seagull in front of you—”
“I make no promises.”
Your laughter filled the room, and even Eddie chuckled, shaking his head, pressing his lips to your temple. For the first time in a long time, everything felt light. You had Eddie’s arms around you, Venom’s ridiculous commentary, and a whole world waiting outside. Maybe Venom was right. This was just the beginning.
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A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who read the series and supported me through it, you don’t know how much it means to read every single comment🥺
I honestly had low expectations writing for Eddie since he was the least-voted option on a poll I made, so I was really surprised (and grateful!) for how much love these fics got. I hope you enjoyed the series, and thank you for sticking around. I know it took me a while to finish it, and some people might’ve forgotten about it, but I really wanted to give them some kind of ending.
And a special thank you to @lafrancak for reading this last part and giving me suggestions, I appreciate it so much🩷
Also, it’s not just Eddie, Venom, and reader who are going to the beach, I’m going to Punta Cana this Saturday for a week😺 I’m finishing some of the fics I’ve been working on, so even if I won’t be super active here, I might still have something to post while I’m on vacation.
Warnings: Birthday chaos, sweet!Eddie trying his best, Venom being offended and dramatic, food disasters, possessive/overprotective vibes, lots of heart, Monsterfucking (Venom-assisted), oral (f receiving), penetrative sex (m x f), possession kink undertones, overstimulation, dirty talk, mild degradation ("look at you, needy"), soft aftercare, birthday smut, Eddie being stupid in love, Venom being too involved but somehow perfect about it
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It all started with a sticky note on the fridge.
> DO NOT RUIN THIS.
>TODAY IS HER BIRTHDAY.
> BE NORMAL.
> NO BITING.
> NO SURPRISE TENTACLES.
> NO EATING ANYONE.
> –E
Venom read it. Out loud. Slowly. Then growled, “I am offended.”
“Good,” Eddie muttered, pulling a cake out of the oven with oven mitts that had cats on them. “You’re not invited.”
“I LIVE HERE.”
“Not tonight, you don’t.”
Eddie had been planning it for weeks.
Not a monster-infested mess. Not an alien-assisted threesome. Just...normal. Sweet. The kind of birthday you’d never had but definitely deserved. He’d booked a table at that Italian place you liked. He’d practiced saying things like “burrata” and “polenta.” He’d even put on a button up shirt. Black. Clean. Tucked in.
And Venom?
Venom had been told—in no uncertain terms—to stay inside. Which went about as well as asking a cat not to knock something off a shelf.
“Do you really think she wants this?” Venom whined in Eddie’s head while he tried to fix his hair in the mirror.
“You think she doesn’t want a normal night for once?”
“I think she likes us when we are ourselves.”
“She likes peace and cake and people not staring while she eats garlic bread.”
“No no she likes tentacles—”
“GOODBYE.”
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You were already dressed when he picked you up. And you looked… radiant. Just glowing. Simple dress. Warm smile. You even wore that necklace he got you from a street vendor last winter. The one he pretended wasn’t a big deal but nearly passed out paying for. He stood in the doorway like an idiot for five full seconds before remembering how words worked.
“Hey. You, uh. You look wow...incredible fuck I mean--you-you look beautiful, like always..”
You beamed. “You’re pretty wow yourself. Is that a shirt with buttons?”
He smiles prideful before nodding, “I’ve evolved doll.”
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Dinner started fine. You laughed. You shared a bottle of wine. Eddie made it halfway through an appetizer without sweating.
No one got eaten. No one exploded. The waiter didn’t run away screaming.
For a moment, he actually thought, This is working. I’m doing it. She’s smiling and nothing is on fire.
Then Venom muttered, “You forgot her real cake.”
Eddie froze mid-chew.
“What?”
Venom rumbled, smug. “You told me not to touch it. So I didn’t. I left it in the oven.”
Eddie dropped his fork. You blinked. “What?”
“Nothing!” he squeaked. “Just ugh...hot bite. Not important.”
Venom sighed dramatically. “It was triple fudge with espresso ganache. I sculpted a mini-you on top."
Eddie rolled his eyes, "it looked like shit." Venom gasped even more dramatically, "I AM OFFENDED AGAIN."
Eddie mumbled a 'good' before turning his attention back to you.
The rest of the night was... almost normal.
Until a drunk guy at the bar made a comment about your dress. Eddie tensed. You brushed it off.
Venom did not.
One minute you were heading for the door, the next minute—CRASH.
The guy who hit on you slid across the tile floor, covered in soda and sauce and something definitely not human. You turned slowly. “Eddie.” He held up his hands. “I didn’t do it! I mean, I did, but not technically--” Venom loomed behind him, inky and furious.
“He looked at her.”
“He...he did say ‘mommy,’” Eddie added grimly. Venom snapped his teeth. “We will bite off his entire skull.”
You sighed, half-laughing despite yourself. “It was going so well.”
Eddie cringed, “I know.”
“I was going to kiss you in the parking lot.”
Eddie groaned. “V. What the fuck, man—”
“I WAS DEFENDING HER HONOR.”
You didn’t get dessert at the restaurant. But Eddie carried you home from the car anyway—just because he could. And Venom, pouting, slithered down your arm with something that looked like a singed, slightly molten birthday candle. “I tried.”
“You sure did, bud,” you said, patting his goo gently.
The cake was still in the oven. It had collapsed in the middle like a black hole of chocolate. Eddie nearly cried.
But you ate it straight from the pan while straddling him on the couch. Venom purred with pride. Eddie licked frosting off your finger.
And when you whispered, “This was still the best birthday I’ve ever had,”
Eddie pulled you in, kissed your shoulder, and muttered:“…Next year we’re doing Chuck E. Cheese.”
Venom howled. “I DEMAND TOKENS.”
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The cake was half-eaten. The wine was gone. The night had spiraled into absolute chaos. And Eddie?
Eddie had you in his lap on the couch, his hands gripping your thighs, lips trailing down your neck as he whispered over and over again: “I was trying to be normal…”
You giggled, warm and flushed from the wine and his mouth. “You forgot the part where I liked it.”
“You weren’t supposed to have to like this,” he muttered. “You were supposed to have a three-course dinner and cake that didn’t look like it fell out of a black hole—”
“I liked the black hole.”
Venom’s voice rumbled approvingly from where he stretched slick and lazy across your shoulder like a living scarf. “She likes us.”
Eddie looked half-exasperated, half-dazed, eyes dark with heat. “You like when my parasite ruins the night?”
“I like it when you stop pretending I'd ever want anyone else.”
That did it.
Eddie surged up, kissed you hard, hands cupping your jaw like he wanted to melt into you. His tongue slipped past your lips with a groan, and you moaned right back—arching into his chest as Venom coiled around your waist with a low, vibrating growl.
“You’re ours,” Venom said. “Let us show you.”
You barely remembered being lifted off the couch. Eddie carried you to bed like it was instinct—like his body was on autopilot, chasing your skin, your voice, the way you whispered “please” like it was a prayer.
By the time you hit the sheets, your dress was gone. Tossed somewhere in the chaos. Eddie settled between your thighs, kissing a line down your ribs, your hip, your inner thigh—
“I wanted to make this romantic,” he said, lips brushing where you were already slick. “Wanted candles. Music.”
“You lit me a candle,” you whispered. “And Venom threatened a man. That’s romance to me.” Eddie rolled his eyes, then grinned against your skin. Then—finally—he licked a long, slow stripe through your folds, and your whole body jolted.
“Oh—fuck—”
He groaned into you, tongue working you open, hungry and messy and desperate. His fingers dug into your thighs as you rocked your hips against his mouth. Above you, Venom stretched over your chest—cool, slick tendrils wrapping gently around your wrists, pinning them to the bed without pressure.
“Look at you,” Venom purred. “So needy. So sweet.”
You whimpered as Eddie sucked on your clit, pulling a gasp from your throat.
“Told you,” he muttered, voice muffled, “told you we’d make it up to her.”
“You are still under review,” Venom replied dryly. “But this is a good start.”
You came once just from Eddie’s mouth—crying out his name, hips trembling, thighs clenching around his head. He loved it, moaning into you, dragging it out with slow, savoring licks until you squirmed from the sensitivity.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he rasped, kissing up your stomach. Venom slithered down one thigh, lazy and pleased. “Do it again.” You blinked, dazed. “Again?”
“Yes.”
Eddie grinned. “Don’t tempt us, birthday girl.”
“I—” You tried to catch your breath, but they weren’t waiting. Eddie leaned over you, one hand bracing beside your head, the other sliding down to guide his cock against your entrance.
You felt full before he even moved.
“You ready?” he asked, voice hoarse. You nodded. Venom coiled loosely around your neck, almost like a necklace. “She’s always ready for us.”
Eddie fucked you so slow. He wanted to feel everything. Every little sound you made, every flutter of your walls around him, every time you clawed at the sheets like you were about to fall apart. “So good” he whispered against your throat. “You’re so good for me.”
Venom wrapped around your waist, slick tendrils gliding along your hips, your breasts, your throat. Not squeezing. Just reminding you—they were everywhere. Surrounding you. Worshipping you.
Eddie’s thrusts started to get rougher. Venom tightened just enough to make you gasp. “You like it when we claim you,” Venom growled.
“Yes—yes, I—fuck—Eddie!”
Eddie groaned as you clenched around him, as your moans turned to cries. “That’s it, sweetheart. You gonna come for me again?” You nodded desperately. “Please, Eddie, please—”
Venom purred. “Come on, pretty girl. Show us how much you love*being ours.”
You shattered. Head thrown back. Body writhing. Voice breaking on their names.
Eddie came right after—deep inside you with a low growl, forehead pressed to yours, hands gripping your hips like he never wanted to let go. Venom eased away, but not completely—his tendrils still brushing your sides, your thighs, your chest in slow, soothing waves.
“Perfect,” he murmured. “You are perfect.”
You were wrecked. Sweaty. Shaking. Dripping with their praise and their love and your own high, stretched out in Eddie’s arms with Venom curled protectively around you both.
Eddie kissed your hair, your jaw, and your temple. “Next year,” he whispered, “we’re gonna try the candles again. And the restaurant. And the actual cake.” You smiled sleepily against his chest. “Next year I want this again.” Venom’s voice rumbled, smug. “We told you.”
Eddie groaned. “God, he’s never gonna let this go.”
You kissed the edge of Eddie’s jaw. “Happy birthday to me.” He pulled you close. Venom sighed, purring. "Everyday is yours baby."
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