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Summary: Eddie Brock was your cute mysterious neighbour. The two of you never really crossed paths, but when a creepy man followed you back to your apartment, you knock on Eddie's door for help.

Pairing: Eddie Brock x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Trigger Warning- Attempted sexual assault. Nothing is written in detail and not much really happens, but there is a male being a dickhead and trying to take advantage of Y/N.

"Good morning, Y/N." Eddie greeted, fishing the keys out his pocket to unlock his front door.

He glanced over at you as you stepped out your apartment, your work uniform on and coffee thermos balancing in your hand with your phone and purse while you fiddled with your keys in the other hand.

"Oh, hey, Eddie." You replied, giving him a small smile. "Sorry, I would love to stay and chat, but I'm already running late for work. Stupid alarm didn't go off."

Eddie chuckled softly, "second time this week. Think you might need a new alarm clock."

"Yeah, or maybe a job that doesn't start at six in the bloody morning." You muttered, locking the door to your apartment. "What are you doing up so early anyway?"

TELL HER WE WERE FIGHTING CRIME.

"I, uh, actually haven't slept yet." Eddie admitted, ignoring Venom's voice completely.

THAT IS NOT WHAT I SAID. SHE WILL THINK WE ARE WEIRD.

"Ah, I see. Reporter stuff, right?"

"Right." He nodded.

You smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as you looked over at him. Taking in the tattoos peeking out from under his sleeve.

SHE IS CHECKING US OUT. Venom observed as Eddie stood by his door awkwardly, not knowing what else to say to you.

You had moved in next door about a year ago now. Eddie had bumped into you while you were carrying your boxes up the stairs, the old shitty elevator broken.

He had been such a gentleman and helped you with the rest of your boxes, even offered to help you unpack. Ever since then, the two of you had hit it off. He was a good friend. A little odd sometimes, but you liked that about him.

"I should, umm, get going. If I don't make it back, my boss has killed me." You suddenly said, realising that you had been staring at him for a little too long.

"Good luck." Eddie called out, watching you jog down the stairs, giving him a quick thumbs up before you disappeared.

HER BOSS IS GOING TO KILL HER? WE MUST KILL HIM FIRST!

Suddenly Venom emerged over his shoulder, his wide white eyes looking at him in almost panic.

"Relax, V. She was just joking. Nobody is killing anyone." Eddie insisted, pushing open his door and walking into the apartment.

"ARE WE SURE?" Venom asked.

Eddie nodded, "Positive. Now I need sleep."

He walked across his apartment, stripping off his jacket and jeans before crawling into bed, Venom reappearing over his shoulder as he laid down on the mattress.

"I am not sleeping with you watching over me. We've been over this." Eddie sighed, looking at the symbiote.

"WE SHOULD ASK Y/N OUT." Venom suddenly said, ignoring what Eddie had said completely.

"Whoa, no. No way."

"WHY NOT?"

"Why not? Have you seen her? She is way out of our league, buddy." Eddie responded, looking at Venom.

"WE LIKE HER."

"Of course, we do. What's not to like? But it doesn't change my answer. She can do better than someone like me."

"DON'T SELL YOURSELF SHORT, EDDIE. YOU MAY BE A LOSER, BUT TOGETHER WE ARE LESS OF A LOSER."

Eddie rolled his eyes, "thanks for the pep talk, pal. But I really need sleep."

To his relief, Venom reluctantly retracted himself back inside and a few minutes later, he was dozing off.

-

"See you guys tomorrow." You called out over your shoulder as you left work.

It felt like your shift was never going to end, and after your boss threatened to fire you if you were late again, it had been a shitty day.

Stepping outside, you took a deep breath of fresh air or as fresh as the air got in the city anyway. You walked along the footpath, taking your usual route back to your apartment. It was only a 15-minute walk, so you didn't mind. It was good exercise and it beat taking the crowded bus with every other worker.

"Hey, pretty lady." A familiar voice suddenly said from the alleyway.

Shit.

You knew that creepy slimy voice from anywhere. That man hung around this area, usually he was fine. He usually sits in alleyways doing whatever drugs he could get a hold of, but other times, he would try and get your attention.

You were pretty sure he was harmless. Sure, he'd wolf whistle and try and get you to come over to him. But usually when you kept walking and ignored him, he would leave you alone.

But not today.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" The man shouted, walking out the alleyway and into the Main Street. "Come have some fun with me. I'll even pay you, how about that?"

You glanced over your shoulder to find the man now following you along the footpath.

"Not interested." You said, looking at him for a moment before you picked up the pace and started to walk faster.

"Oh, now don't be like that. Pretty thing like you all alone, we can have some fun." He continued to say.

You didn't say anything in response to that, instead you walked even faster and pulled your keys from your pocket, slipping each individual key between your fingers. You glanced into the shop beside you, spotting the man through the window reflection right behind you.

Fuck. Fucking, fuck.

You looked further up the road, spotting your apartment as you contemplated what to do. You were nearly home, nearly to safety, but did you really want this creep to know which building you lived in? Absolutely not.

"Come on, baby. I know you want this."

Suddenly, his long gangly fingers clasped your shoulder and pulled you to a halt.

"Don't fucking touch me!" You snapped, spinning around and shoving the man in the chest, sending him staggering back.

"You like rough, eh? That's alright, I like it when they fight back." He responded, a sickening grin spreading across his face, exposing his crooked yellow teeth.

"I have a boyfriend."

That was all your brain could muster up as you stood there in utter fear staring at the man, but your lie didn't have any effect on him.

In an instant, you turned around and sprinted down the footpath.

You didn't dare look back in fear that he was still following you as you kept your focus on running. One foot after the other until you reached the apartment building.

Hastily, you grabbed your key card out, swiping the card reader in the door and opening it. But you didn't get a chance to close it before his foot blocked the door and that sickening grin spread across his face.

Shit.

"My boyfriend is home. He's a cop. You don't want to try anything." You quickly said, before you rushed across the foyer and pressed the button for the elevator.

To your relief, the elevator doors instantly opened, and you stepped inside, frantically pressing your floor and the 'close door' button as you watched the man march across the foyer.

"C'mon. Close. Close." You whispered, pressing the button again and again, until the door finally closed, mere seconds before he could reach you.

A shaky sigh of relief left your mouth as you leant back against the wall of the elevator. Your entire body was trembling, your heart beating faster than you had ever experienced as you tried to catch your breath after running.

A moment later, the elevator doors opened as you stepped out and began walking down the corridor towards your door when suddenly you heard the other elevator ding.

Your stomach dropped as you turned around just in time to see the creepy guy step out the second elevator.

Without hesitation, you spun around and jogged down the hallway, going straight past your apartment door and knocking on Eddie's front door instead.

Please still be home. Please be home.

"Babe! I left my keys inside, can you let me in?" You shouted, as you continuously banged on the door.

You spared a glance at the creepy man who was still standing by the elevator. His arms folded across his chest as he waited to see what would happen.

-

"EDDIE, YOU NEED TO WAKE UP." Venom's voice shouted, forcing Eddie's eyes to snap open as he woke up abruptly.

Venom was already out, floating in front of him causing him to frown.

"V, we talked about this. Don't watch me sleep. It's weird, man." Eddie mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Y/N IS KNOCKING ON THE DOOR. WE MUST LET HER IN."

Eddie opened his mouth to respond before Venoms words actually sunk in and he frowned in confusion.

Wait, what?

"SHE IS SCARED, EDDIE." Venom added.

That's when he heard it, the frantic knocking.

She really was at his door.

"Is she okay? Why is she scared?" He asked, quickly jumping out of bed and grabbing his jeans from the floor.

"UNSURE. BUT WE MUST HELP HER."

Eddie had a million more questions to ask, but when he heard your voice, he knew there was no time as he ran to the front door and Venom disappeared back inside him.

He flicked the lock off and yanked it open, only to come face to face with your panicked Y/E/C eyes.

"Oh, thank goodness. Sorry, babe, I left my keys inside." You said, your voice coming out a little shaky despite trying to act calm, but he knew you were freaked out.

Babe. Why did you call him babe? And why were you freaked out?

THERE IS A MAN BY THE ELEVATOR. HE IS WATCHING HER.

"Good thing I was home. How was work, sweetheart?" Eddie asked, playing along and stepping to the side to let you in.

Relief washed over your face as you stepped into his apartment before Eddie stepped out and looked down the corridor to find that there was a man standing by the elevator.

He knew everyone who lived in this building, and he was not one of them.

"You got a problem, pal?" Eddie called out, folding his arms across his chest as he stood in the doorway and stared at him.

The man instantly shook his head, pressing the button for the elevator. But Eddie didn't move until he watched the stranger get into the elevator, making sure he was gone.

EDDIE, SHE IS STILL SCARED. Venom warned causing him to turn around to find you standing in the middle of his apartment staring at the floor.

"Are you okay?" He asked, closing the door behind himself as he looked over at you.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." You quickly said, shaking your head at yourself as you ran shaky fingers through your hair, trying to calm yourself down.

SHE IS NOT FINE.

"Are you sure? Sit down, you look like you're about to pass out." He said, motioning towards the couch.

To his relief, you didn't argue as you walked over to his couch and sat down.

"Do you want a glass of water or something?" He asked hesitantly, but you shook your head. "You wanna tell me what happened? Did that guy hurt you?"

"No, no. He, uh, he was just harassing me, saying shit and followed me home... he's harassed me before. But that's the first time he's followed me all the way." You explained, refusing to look at Eddie as you spoke. "I got scared. That's why I knocked on your door. I told him you were my boyfriend."

Eddie would have been more focused on you calling him your boyfriend, if it wasn't for the fact that you said this wasn't the first time it's happened.

"Wait, has this guy harassed you before?"

"Yeah. It's no big deal, he just whistles and says shit when I walk past. He doesn't usually follow me though." You admitted, and Eddie could feel Venom trembling with rage inside of him.

WE SHOULD EAT HIS HEAD.

Eddie ignored him and sat down beside you. "Why didn't you tell me?"

You shrugged your shoulders, looking over at him. "I didn't want to bother you."

"Y/N you're never a bother to me."

"Thank you, and thanks for playing along when you answered the door. I'm sorry, I probably woke you up, didn't I?"

"Nah, I was already awake."

MORE LIKE FAST ASLEEP AND DREAMING ABOUT Y/N RIDING A MOTORCYCLE.

Eddie had to hold back his comment about telling Venom to shut the fuck up, instead he cleared his throat and looked over at you again.

"I can walk with you to work tomorrow? Just to make sure the asshole got the hint that you were taken, if you want?" He offered causing your eyes to widen in surprise.

"You'd do that? But my shift starts super early-"

"We both know I'm usually awake anyway, right? Reporter stuff." He replied with a soft smile causing you to chuckle.

"You have a horrible sleeping schedule, Eddie."

He nodded in agreement, "yeah, I'm aware of that."

-

Eddie walked you to work the following day, but there was no sign of the creepy guy anywhere.

A whole week passed since that incident.

You and Eddie had hung out a few times at the cafe across the street and you had invited him over for a movie night last weekend. It was weird, but that incident had bought the two of you closer and despite how terrifying it had been to have that stranger follow you, it actually ended up working well.

You liked Eddie a lot. But you knew he didn't like you the same way, but being friends was enough. You got to hang out and be around him, that was all you could ask for.

It wasn't until you just finished at work after pulling a double shift, that the creepy guy showed up again.

It was late. Nearly midnight as you made your way back home, walking along the footpath under the streetlights above you.

You didn't even hear or see the man until it was too late.

Before you knew what was happening, you were being dragged down into a dark side alleyway. All you could see was the creepy crooked yellow teeth as the man grinned.

"Been waiting for this." He said, shoving you against the brick wall, your forehead slamming against it as he pressed your front up against the wall.

"No!" You screamed, trying to push him away. "Let go of me!"

It didn't work though. The man was taller than you and definitely outweighed you in muscle, but that didn't stop you as you thrashed in his grip, trying to break free.

"The more you struggle, the more it'll hurt." He whispered in your ear.

You could feel blood dripping down the side of your head from where it slammed into the brick wall, but that was the furthest thing from your mind right now.

"Get the fuck off me!" You shouted, trying and failing to fight against him.

He grabbed the back of your work shirt and threw you onto the ground, ripping your shirt completely off, leaving you in a bra and pants as you hit the concrete, hard.

"I'm going to enjoy this." The man said, taking a step towards you as he reached for the button of his pants and began to undo it. "You're going-"

Whatever the man was going to say, died in his throat when suddenly a huge black figure jumped down from the roof of the building next door, landing between him and you.

You stared up at the black figure in shock. It's body twice the size of a regular man with black goo covering its entire body.

Okay, maybe you had hit your head a little too hard.

"IF YOU HURT HER AGAIN. IN FACT, IF YOU SO MUCH AS LOOK IN HER GENERAL DIRECTION AGAIN, WE WILL FIND YOU AND EAT YOU. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

You crawled away from the two of them, until your back hit the brick wall behind you. You knew you should run. You knew you should get the hell away from whatever this large black figure was, but you found yourself unable to move. You stared at the black figure in front of you, its muscular back facing you while the creepy guy dropped to his knees with his hands raised in surrender.

"Please. Please. Don't eat me." He begged, his voice trembling as he stared up at the thing in front of him with wide petrified eyes.

"ON SECOND THOUGHT."

You watched in shock as the figure reached out, grabbing the creepy guy's shoulder before its mouth opened wider than you thought possible, exposing white razor-sharp teeth. Deep down, you knew you should be terrified. This was a literal alien in front of you, but for some reason, you knew this creature wouldn't hurt you. How you knew that was something you couldn't quite figure out. But you weren't scared.

Even when the creature bit the man's head off, you weren't scared. Your eyes were transfixed on the scene before you as the black creature ate the rest of the body. The creature kept its back facing you and after a few seconds the figure began to shrink down to the size of a regular human, the black goo seeping into the persons skin and clothes and you found yourself staring at the back of a man's head.

Wait, was that...

"I'm sorry you had to see that." Eddie's familiar voice said, breaking the silence.

Slowly, Eddie turned to face you, his familiar eyes meeting yours. Those bright blues were filled with so much worry and fear as he stared down at you. You found yourself unable to say anything, still trying to process what just happened.

Eddie quickly pulled his leather jacket off and walked over to you. He was moving slowly, like he was scared to make any sudden movements, almost as if he was approaching a scared wild animal that might run away at the slightest movement.

You were breathing heavily, your body trembling as you sat with your back against the brick wall. Your body was paralysed in fear, but it wasn't in fear of Eddie or the black creature inside him, it was with what had just happened or more precisely, about what could have happened if Eddie hadn't stepped in.

"Here." He said, his voice gentler than you had ever heard it as he knelt before you and gently draped the jacket over your exposed upper body. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment as you shifted away from the wall and pulled his jacket on properly, zipping it up and covering your bare skin from the cool night breeze.

Eddies brows furrowed as he looked up at the cut on your forehead. You could feel the blood sticking to the side of your face and matting in your hair, but it didn't hurt.

Eddie lifted his hand, reaching for your face, but you flinched when his hand got close and he instantly pulled away, his blue eyes meeting yours with guilt.

SHE IS SCARED OF US.

"I'm sorry. I... we won't hurt you. Venom won't hurt you." Eddie hurriedly reassured.

"Venom?" You asked, your rough voice sounding foreign to your ears.

"The, uh, the thing inside me. His name is Venom." Eddie awkwardly explained, rubbing the back of his neck almost anxiously. "I'm so sorry you had to find out this way. I wanted to tell you. We-we wanted to tell you, but I didn't want to scare you away."

"I'm... I'm not scared of you." You whispered, meeting Eddie's worried gaze before you glanced over his shoulder to where the creepy guy had been standing a few minutes prior.

Eddie frowned a little in confusion before he followed your line of sight and he quickly looked back over at you, realisation washing over him.

"That guy won't be bothering you again. No guys will ever be bothering you again."

IF ANYONE DOES, WE WILL EAT THEM.

"Venom says if they do, he will eat them."

You smiled softly, "how-how long has... how long has Venom been with you?"

"A few months before you moved in next door, I think." Eddie answered. "That doesn't freak you out, does it? I mean, I'd understand if it did. I totally freaked out when I learnt I basically had a parasite living inside me."

PARASITE?! TAKE THAT BACK.

"Can I see him? Venom?" You asked.

Eddie seemed surprised by your words and hesitated for a moment, unsure if you were going to take it back or not before he simply nodded and a second later, Venom emerged from Eddie's shoulder.

"ITS A PLEASURE TO FINALLY MEET YOU, Y/N. EDDIE, TALKS ABOUT YOU A LOT."

That had you giggling a little and you found yourself smiling without realising it. The events of earlier now disappearing from your mind as you stared at Venom in curiosity.

"Oh, does he now?" You asked, your eyes flashing over to Eddie who was blushing slightly.

"V, shut up."

You chuckle softly, looking between the two of them with a fond smile.

"Thank you, both of you for saving me. I know some people might be freaked out by this, but I think it's pretty cool." You admitted causing Eddie's body to relax at your words as a relieved smile spread across his face.

"SHE THINKS WE ARE COOL, EDDIE. NOT A LOSER."

"Yeah, I heard her buddy."

Eddie slowly stood up, holding his hand out towards you which you took, allowing him to help you to your feet. You stumbled a little, your head starting to spin as you grabbed it, wincing when your fingers made contact with the cut.

"Whoa, easy. I got you." Eddie reassured, his hand grabbing your shoulder and steadying you. "Are you okay?"

"SHE IS CLEARLY NOT OKAY, EDDIE." Venom observed causing you to snort at his bluntness.

"Yes, I can see that. I was just trying to be nice." Eddie sighed, glaring at Venom over his shoulder before focusing back on you. "Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

"No, just... can you walk me back to my apartment? I don't- I don't want to walk home alone after..." You trailed off, but Eddie nodded in understanding.

"Of course, c'mon." He said, hesitating for a second before he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and leading you out the alley.

You leant into his side, the fear from earlier washing away into a feeling of safeness. Eddie was safe. You felt comfortable and safe under his arm. He had said nobody would ever hurt you again, and you believed him.

-

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A/N- Tom Hardy is one of the best and I cannot believe it had taken me this long to write a fanfic based off one of his characters. Well, technically, I wrote for his character Alfie Solomons in my Peaky Blinders fic, but that wasn't centered on him like this is.

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this short fanfic and I would love to hear your thoughts in the comments below. Until next time, stay safe everyone and have a great day ❤️

What if Venom wasn’t as much of an anti-hero that he portrays himself as? What if he's hiding something about his past from Eddie? Why does it involve Peter Parker?

Tragedy follows Peter Parker, and after this most recent death, he takes a turn towards emotional instability. What will happen when a figure from his past returns?

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for my plot!

Thanks for the tag @hermesserpent-stuff​ !

Wow, I have many to chose from of just the published fics.

Also, I’ve gotta admit, I forgot about some of them until I went back through my completed stories.

Lets see, I’d have to say these following ones are my favorite five (in no specific order) that I’ve written so far....

1. https://archiveofourown.org/works/33792382 - Venom’s Compassion

      -This one is in the Spider-Man and Venom fandoms. 

      - Description: What if Venom wasn’t as much of an anti-hero that he       portrays himself as? What if he's hiding something about his past from Eddie? Why does it involve Peter Parker? Tragedy follows Peter Parker, and after this most recent death, he takes a turn towards emotional instability. What will happen when a figure from his past returns?

2. https://archiveofourown.org/works/44724028 - Knife to the Throat

       - This one is part of the Star Wars: Rebels fandom.

       - Description: Someone thinks that it's a good idea to try and take Ezra. It wasn't a good idea. 

3. https://archiveofourown.org/works/42692556 - Poison

        - This one is part of the Emergency! fandom.

        - Description: What happens when an ex-nurse from Rampart General Hospital has the opportunity to get revenge on the paramedic, John Gage, who got her fired? 

4. https://archiveofourown.org/works/41307981 - Doom

        - This one is part of the Emergency! fandom.

        - Description: Will the new doctor at Rampart lead to Johnny's doom? 

5. https://archiveofourown.org/works/37249966 - Day Twenty - Caged

       - This one is in the Marvel, Spider-Man, and Iron-Man fandoms.

       - Description: Hammer's finally out of prison, and he wants nothing more than to make the Avengers suffer. Even if his qualms lie mostly with Romanoff and Stark, he still hates all of those goody-two-shoes! 

Thanks for the tag again!

No pressure tags:

@baloobird​

@jolinarjackson​

@hailing-stars​

@oliocelottafanfics​

@webtrinsic1122​

@my-life-is-a-bad-sitcom

I got an email saying you sent me a question, but it doesn't appear in my inbox. and now I'm not entirely sure if tumblr is letting me tag you.

Favorites would have to be (not in order)

To Hollow the Soul : So self indulgent and the first story i wrote for freakazoid. It stars mainly dexter and an oc Geist who is a clone of freakazoid.

The Thaw: Warming up to Friendship: First attempt at a prequel, and I love barry sam and len in this. flash is a delight to write i tell you. i think this fed into billy's story in thundersnow really well and got me to write part of tight rope.

Sapphire, Rubí, Esmeralda!: this one isn't talked about much anymore but Donald duck in college with magic was a jam for a while. i still like this starting fic/

Thundering Hooves : a cowboy, vigilante, and a knight, shining knight live on a ranch. what more could you want? and all the silly research i ended up doing lol

Accidental Nephew: I like this because peter interacts with so many villains and is the start of the series going nuts.

my brain is blanking bad rn but writer friends jump on this, and tag me if you wanna.

Im pretty sure @adgaea and @catch-all write

How about more venom? 🥺 The last one you did was amazing. And love you so much! xoxo

A/N: Venom/Eddie Brock x F!Reader. Smut. Rough(ish). Overstimulation. Triple Penetration. Two D's in da V if you know you know. HELP.

“You look like shit,” you remark dryly as you drop your duffel bag on the floor.

Eddie’s head shoots up. There are purpling half-moons beneath his eyes. His thick hair is greasy and the apartment is a mess - well messier than usual. But when he sees you, his lips peel apart into a startled grin. “You’re back,” he croons - warm and sweet and slightly relieved. You frown, stepping toward him, and his gaze darts to the swing of your hips - the patch of flesh bare beneath your shirt. You stand between his knees and cradle his face - thumb digging into his cheekbone.

You’re not hesitant with him - never gentle. He likes that. Venom likes that.

“What’s the matter? I was gone like three days.”

“Six,” he grunts as his hands fly to your waist and then your ass where he’s already gripping with a frantic sort of need.

“I was gone three days, Eduardo,” you correct - combing your fingers through the matted tangle of his hair. He smells like sweat and old shoes. Ew.

“Felt like six,” he mutters as he rubs his cheek against your stomach - under the swell of your tits. Feeling. Feeling. Feeling. “Venom - Venom - wouldn’t shut the fuck up. He needs you - fucking - fucking sex addict symbiote.”

A laugh bursts from your mouth before you try to smother it by biting your lip. Eddie angles his face up - his eyes narrowed to slits. “Seriously - babe - you can’t leave again like that. You - you know actually we’re gonna come with you next time.”

“Mmm yeah, S.W.O.R.D. would fucking love that.”

“Venom says we can be your therapy pet.”

“I feel like I’d be Venom’s therapy pet if he can’t go three days without fucking me?” There are those telltale tendrils that are slowly wrapping around your ankle - slipping over your thigh and ass. “Plus - Venom isn’t a pet, Brock.”

And then they tighten possessively - pleased with your answer.

“Venom’s words,” he replies - pressing a kiss to your belly. “Not mine.”

“Welllll,” you say - breath hitching as Eddie yanks at the button of your jeans - as Venom’s smooth tentacles begin to slip behind the denim - teasing you - prodding you - slick with promise.

“Welllll,” Eddie parrots as he drags his tongue up your bare stomach - rucking your bra down to latch to your nipple.

“Well...fuck me then,” you gasp - arching into him. “If - if you’re both that fucking needy.”

It’s a challenge - a mean little nudge. Eddie scrapes his teeth over the tender bud of your breast and you inhale - digging your nails into his scalp. “You’re gonna regret that,” he warns as his eyes burn white.

***

“Jesus Fuck,” you sob as you cling to the reinforced railing of your headboard.

“Spread your legs wider,” Venom growls - his voice syrupy and guttural as he transforms himself within Eddie. They break apart and come together as one and then two and you don’t know how, but both of their cocks are stuffed into your cunt and it’s a stretch. It’s obscene - the slick sounds of your body taking both of them - the snap of hips and the bed creaking beneath you - the fluff of your pillow exploding as Venom bites into one - as nails pierce and that’ll be another mattress - another trip to Home Depot to repair the wall - but who can fucking care?

Venom’s tongue trails heavy across your spine before he curls it around your hip and then lower - slower - before he pushes it through your folds and against your clit - right where you are stretched around them. “Shall we be nice?” Venom taunts. “Shall we touch you there?”

You wail like something broken. You’re soaked in sweat and your muscles are straining and it’s Eddie’s hands that stroke down your back - wrap around your chin as he tries to play mediator. “Now who’s the needy one?” Venom grunts - smug as ever.

Eddie hushes you, smoothing your hair back as his hips or Venom’s roll against your ass. “Always the sweet one, Eddie,” Venom snaps. “Always too easy on our precious toy.”

You stiffen - shooting Eddie and Venom a poisonous glare. It’s Venom for a moment before he blanches and shudders into Eddie. “I’m not a toy.”

“Really?” Eddie snaps. “Too scared to face her?”

You grin before Eddie draws his cock all the way out and then punches forward. You drop your head into your pillows - moaning. Okay - you’d be their fucktoy. What the fuck ever.

There’s something poking at your ass - in between the cheeks and oh - oh okay - we are going there, but then there’s another nudge underneath Eddie’s cock - the thick wet length of Venom burying deep and spreading you impossibly wide as your body swallows them.

“Guess he wanted back in?” you manage to huff out before both Eddie and Venom crack their hands across each cheek of your ass. It hurts - sharp and burning until Venom laves his tongue across your skin and the throbbing slides to pleasure.

“Venom is lying by the way,” Eddie says as he nips your throat. “He’s just as sweet - wanted to collect a pile of heads for you as a welcome - shit fuck you’re tight baby - as a welcome home gift.”

You try to say something - form something with your mouth, but a broken, pathetic noise erupts from your chest as you struggle to stay upright. You’re getting fucked in both holes - including two in one - and then there’s Venom’s tongue flicking across the crest of your sex as their cocks scrape and grind to the hilt - snapping against a very sensitive patch deep in your cunt. Your lower muscles spasm - your pussy contracting around them and it’s Venom who growls in your ear - yes yes yes little lamb - cum just for us while we ruin that wet pretty - delicious -

“FUCK,” you scream as your climax shutters through your body - it snakes through your veins and slams through your system and you go fucking boneless.

Eddie grabs one of your pillows and forces it under you while Venom’s claws fall around your hips as he yanks you ass-up so they can finish. Your thighs are shivering and there is the unmistakable drip of Venom’s saliva sliding down your lower back and into the crack of your ass. You feel the swell of Eddie’s cock - the tip breaching your aching, raw cunt and then there is the second pressure of Venom’s that makes you jerk.

“Too much?” Eddie asks - petting your back. “We can stop?”

What?!

She’s tired.

She’s all plump and happy with her fourth orgasm. She’s happy happy - right, little bug?

You are. You’re sated and exhausted and the sheer panic in Venom’s voice is making you giggle. You wiggle and shove back against him. “Mmm-fine,” you slur as you rest your cheek into your torn pillow.

“See!”

“Alright - alright - shut up.”

Venom’s tongue is back somewhere near where your cunt is wrapped around them. He’s speaking quietly to Eddie - stroking you everywhere at once - juicy, sweet girl - look how good you are for us -

Sometimes you think Venom actually might devour you. There are nights where he takes over Eddie entirely - where you let him release himself in all the ways he desires. He’ll keep you tied to your bed - his tongue inside you - his teeth sharp and scraping over your flesh and he goes all soft for it because you are the only other person who accepts him so fully next to Brock. It is a continuous hunger for him - not just sex, but affection - intimacy.

You feel them both inside you - intertwined and knotted deep. Your body swells with it - accepts them so easily - like you were made for them. Your ass bucks against their pelvis - your core trembling - cramping - impossibly one more time as they thrust into you - each snap of their hips punctuated with the drop of their filthy words: Again? Yes. Yes. Come again on us - all over us - our sweet sweet doll.

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A/N: Eddie Brock x F!Reader x Venom. Symbiote Sex. Threesome. Feelings. Size kink. Major stretching involved. Buzzed sex, but they know what's up. I wrote this in an hour instead of showering for an event I have because I have no self control. ANY WAY - hope you enjoy:

It’s the day of Anne’s wedding.

Scratch that - it’s now the night of Anne's wedding.

There are tea lights and glistening silver pails of champagne and the band’s music clashes and folds in the vast ballroom. Anne is beautiful in silk and cream and no frills as you expected. She squeezes you tightly when you hug her - her waxy plum mouth in your ear whispering: thank you.

You accept it even though it seems weird. Like Eddie is some sort of charity case or is right on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Whatever.

You eat too many of the passed hors d'oeuvres. Too much blue cheese and figs and overly-salted prosciutto. Poached shrimp and mini grilled cheeses with gruyere. You don’t really care since you’re just here as emotional support. You’re like a therapy dog - a pet that Eddie can stroke at when he starts to get itchy.

“Weddings aren’t my thing.”

“Please. I - I just need you there.”

“Fine.”

You think he’s handling it all relatively well. You really do.

He makes it through the ceremony and the first course, but then his eyes go all glassy and he keeps missing his fork on the table. It’s Venom who finally prods your ankle under your dress. The silent let’s go -

You snatch his hand - thumb sweeping over the warm skin. He lifts his head and when he meets your gaze, you inhale sharply. He’s got this hangdog expression - defeated. There is a distinct sadness to Eddie. He carries it with him - attempts to layer it beneath his own sarcasm and resignation. You feel bad for him despite the fact that so many of his regrets are due to his own behavior.

He’s trying though. He is.

“Wanna get out of here?” you ask even though you really want to try the cake.

His lips twitch in relief.

***

They’re staying at this cabin up in the Redwoods that isn’t too far from the venue. The air is sweet here - clean and herbal. Eddie gives you his coat as you try to maneuver your four-inch heels through the soil. They keep getting caught - sinking deep.

“Fuck,” you hiss as you try and gather the folds of your velvet gown. Eddie’s got his arms full of the ice cream that you demanded they pick up on the way back.

“If I don’t get cake then I’m getting something,” you declared as you parked at the off-road gas station.

“We don’t have a freezer,” he reminded. His voice was all thin and wispy like he was struggling to speak. “It’ll melt if you don’t finish it.”

You gave him a pointed look. “You’re literally harboring a symbiote that could eat an entire Baskin Robbins in five minutes.”

“Fair,” he relented. There was the tiniest pull of a smile. You were ready to pat yourself on the back for that.

They needed more though. Big ass guns.

You glided over to the cash register and asked for their top shelf whiskey. The pock-marked employee raised his eyebrow in a perplexed fashion, before grabbing what had to be an ancient bottle of Jack Daniels. You blew off the dust and presented it to Eddie proudly.

This time he grinned wide enough to show his teeth. A win.

“Just take your shoes off,” Eddie calls from the porch.

“The ground is cold,” you yell back at him. “Slippery. Bugs.”

“Christ,” he grumbles before he drops the bag of treats and strides over to you. He grabs you hard under your ass and lifts you clean off your feet before swinging you over his shoulder. It has to be all Venom - you doubt Eddie has the ability to pick you up with such relative ease.

Your head knocks against his ass and you squeak - slamming your fist into his lower back. He grunts. “Watch it.”

“I’m gonna throw up bacon-wrapped dates on you.”

“Just try it.”

***

They change into sweats. He’s shirtless and you’re in a sports bra because the space heater is making the walls expand and groan with hot air. You think Eddie broke it. He just won’t admit it.

“I can’t sleep unless it’s sixty-seven degrees,” You pop the top on the pint of mint chocolate chip. “I’ll die.”

He plops on the mattress making you bounce. “You’ll live.”

Eddie said he’d sleep on the floor, but you genuinely don’t give a shit. It’s not like they haven’t been in close quarters. They work together to a degree and Eddie has just come to like you and you’ve come to like Venom and then in turn come to like Eddie. It’s a whole thing.

“Let’s get drunk,” he says in between slick bites of rocky road.

***

Eddie and you are still on the bed and the lights have gone all blurry. It’s two in the morning. Venom has finally popped out of Eddie’s shoulder - adding colorful commentary to their conversation.

“Did you really meet Wolverine?” Eddie asks.

“Yep,” You screw your eyes shut before taking another swig from the ancient bottle of whiskey. “He was kind of a dick.”

“As are most mutants,” Venom adds sagely before giving you a direct look that means feed me. You laugh as you spoon melted ice cream into his jaws.

Things slow down after a bit - the pace goes to syrup or molasses or smoke. Eddie touches you more - stares at you more. Finally you ask him how he is - if he’s okay.

“Yeah,” he shrugs. “It - it was just a little too much. It was like the end of a life for me. I just - that could have been me, you know? The whole family thing - the - it just was weird.”

He’s making no sense and yet he is. You nod - offering him the bottle.

“She was not the one for us,” Venom declares.

“Since when did you decide that?” Eddie snaps bitterly. “You were the one desperate to get back with her.”

“I am competitive,” he states. “And Dan is a skinny worm-man who should not have beaten us.” He pauses. “But things have changed.”

Eddie rolls his eyes while Venom’s floating head stares at you like a creepy little phantom.

***

You’re both pretty buzzed and exhaustion has crept over you - sunk into your bones and skin. Eddie blinks slowly before he leans forward. “You’re too good to me,” he confesses against your ear - his nose dragging up the soft skin of your cheek. Out of reflex - you catch at his arms - curling your fingers around the curve of his biceps. He runs so feverish - all that liquid alien thrumming through his blood. “So sweet. Always - always nice.”

You cling to him - eyes wide as your mouth parts. The orange light from the cabin’s cheap lamps fall across his face - the shadow of his stubble - the fruit-ripe swell of his lower lip. His lashes are long and girlish and he is so handsome that you forget yourself. You can feel Venom pumping inside him - his voice melting into you: sweet sweet sweet

“Can -,” he shuts his mouth before he opens it again - his brow creasing. “Can we-”

He just leaves it hanging - leaves those words to roll off the edge. Can we what? Sleep. Fuck. Kiss. Swallow each other until we can’t breathe - until we choke on the parts of us that can’t be fixed. Eddie is sad, but so are you, right?

Don’t you have all those missing pieces - those fragments? You’re lonely like him - it’s why you agreed to come. It’s why Venom likes to twist that proverbial knife even though he doesn’t necessarily know he’s being rude: why would you not spend time with us? Don’t you spend all your nights with your cats and your tv shows about murder?

And really what was wrong with that? Nothing. But Eddie was Eddie and you hadn’t had anyone in a long long time. Too much work had left you desperate for sleep and now you were desperate for something else.

“Can we-”

You lean forward just enough to give your consent and Eddie’s blue eyes expand to the deepest trench of black before he grips the hinge of your jaw and crushes his lips to yours.

***

It’s overwhelming, of course. It is not just Eddie, but Venom. The power in it - the many, many limbs that he creates to please you.

It’s not rough though. It’s not rushed. It’s raw and intimate and the tiniest bit sad because it wasn’t your wedding day, after all.

Eddie is there - bearing his weight above you - dropping his head to capture your lips in an insistent kiss. His tongue is hot and drags against yours - his hips snap between your spread thighs as he fucks you at an even pace. Then there is Venom who helps him unravel - who touches every part of you frantically - he buries himself inside you with Eddie. He suckles and rubs at the peak of your sex - right above the wet, stretched flesh of your cunt taking him - them. He must be pressing inside Eddie, too because you can feel it.

Each spear of Eddie’s cock knocks you up the bed - punches pleasure up to your lungs and throat and the muscle of your heart until everything balloons and shivers. He pants with it - his lashes fluttering - his lips opening over yours as he gasps against your tongue. He breathes behind your teeth - the hot rush of uh uh uh and the slip of sugar and chocolate cream and whiskey. You fist at his hair before sliding your touch down the firm muscles of his back. You reach his ass and when you move towards the center of him, you crash up against the ridge and thick of Venom.

It’s as if they are this wild nest of veins or mating snakes. A ball. A tornado. A hurricane. They are interconnected in every sense of the word. Venom cradles your hips in such a way that he can angle you up so Eddie can sink down inside you - the head of his cock pushing up against something fleshy and sweet at the end of your body. Venom is in his ear and yours - telling and confessing in that guttural, echoing voice he has: beautiful - delicious - soft soft soft - Eddie and I will be so good to you - does that feel nice - does that feel lovely -

Every statement burns like a promise - like you have unwittingly agreed to become their third and maybe you have. You are with them - you understand them - you have enfolded yourself into the fabric of their relationship.

He - they - pin you to the mattress. The headboard creaks and threatens to break. At some point - Eddie becomes Venom and it’s his heaving black shoulders - liquid shiny skin - and apple-red tongue twisting between your legs and up inside you. The texture of its muscle scraping along the sensitive skin of your thighs - lapping at Eddie’s seed and your release until you cry for him - until you nearly break your fingers as you curl them into the scratchy sheets.

He doesn’t let up of course. He bends you in half - hitching your legs up over his enormous shoulders - rubbing against his sharp jaw. There’s the bright flash of his too sharp teeth and all that drool and still - his breath is all Eddie’s - all rocky road and liquor and your own salt.

“We could eat you for days,” he rumbles and you are almost blind with pleasure - with your four orgasms coursing through the slip of your body. The aftermath of their sex - spilling like rivers between them and it’s only dawn. It’s only pink-red grapefruit sky that filters through the blinds and bounces off Venom’s oil-spill skin. He climbs over you - framing your face with his too big arms - bearing his weight much like Eddie had the first time he fucked you.

“Does Eddie see this?” you whisper - torn up from screaming - moaning. “Does he feel this?” You reach down to wrap your hand around the cock hanging between Venom’s muscular thighs. It’s huge - not so much that you can’t handle it, but it will stretch you - it will make you suffer a little. You know that if it’s too big, he will fix it - he will change it for you - for you.

“Yes,” Venom growls - eyes shutting. He purrs as you pump him slowly - revealing the bulbous head on each downstroke. “He feels this - he sees you -”

You guide him in - slow and steady.

“Lift your hips, little one,” Venom urges - hunger in his tone - impatience. “I will be safe - gentle - please -”

You do as he says and you’re cunt is already puffy and drenched from hours of Eddie and Venom. You could not be wetter and when the head of Venom’s cock catches at your opening, you freeze - a bit nervous.

“Relax, tiny girl,” he croons as his tongue finds your clit. “Relax so I can feel you.”

He pushes inside an inch and you blossom around him - your muscles accommodating the thick of his length. You pant - chest heaving - eyes wide and it’s only pressure. There is no pain - just a massive heaviness read to undo you. He draws back before nudging further and it becomes a dance - a tease as he breaches you in phases. You cling to his wrists as he moves steadily - as his cock shears wild heat inside your core. You’re clenching - convulsing - your lower belly burning with it.

Finally - he buries himself to the hilt and it is overwhelming. You are impaled on him - pinned to this bed and sinking into the mattress. He has a hand under your thigh that he lifts as he moves inside you in short, quick thrusts. They’re grinds really - just stilted jerks because he does not want to rip you apart.

“You can - you can go all the way,” you murmur. He blinks and you see flashes of Eddie - pieces of him caught up in the shiny slippery fragments of Venom. The symbiote eases himself out nearly all the way before snapping forward and oh oh - you don’t even scream - just grunt like some feral thing and then he really fucks you.

You split apart - convulse and spasm as he wrenches climax after climax from you. Surely - you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. You won’t be able to sit. It’s so much and yet you tip your head back and plead: more.

***

By later afternoon, you wake up next to Eddie. You’re sticky everywhere. The air is dusted in their sex. There’s salt and sweat and when you peel your legs apart, there’s evidence all over.

You are so sore that it leaves your muscles heavy and sagging. Your bones feel too thin and everything is swollen and chafed. Your throat cracks.

Eddie is staring at the ceiling. He gives you a sidelong glance. He’s got the evidence of your teeth decorating his golden skin - a purpling hickey on his throat. The room is fucked. There’s a crack in the headboard - the sheets are no longer on the bed and thrown over the television. Through the doorway, you can see your lacy black bra hanging off the shower curtain.

Eddie stirs next to you.

“What’s wrong?” you finally ask because he’s freaking you out.

He inhales - his chest steadily rising before he releases his breath.

“That - that wasn’t weird for you?”

You drag your hand over your brow - rubbing at the skin furiously to stave off your headache. “Huh?”

“The - last night -,” he stammers.

“And this morning?” you add dryly - your lips twitching.

He tries to laugh, but it comes out choked. He shoves a hand through his hair.

“I-I would totally get if it was too much - if it was too freaky -”

You scoot your body close to his and press your palm to his mouth to shut him up. You lift yourself a little so you can hover over him - eyes absorbing the beauty of his face - his stunned features - in the glossy orange light of Four PM in California.

“Nah,” you murmur. “Let’s do it again.”

There. A wave of relief breaks across his pained expression.

He catches your hand when you pull it away - presses those pouty lips to your fingertips one by one by one. “Good thing I got late checkout,” he grins through the thin of your palm.

Hello Mei!! I had an idea for Eddie and Venom where reader cooks for Eddie one night, something nice, much different from what they normally eat. Venom obviously doesn’t like regular food but Eddie makes him compliment it and eat it anyway <3 I hope this strikes inspiration my love

"I hope you like it," You peer worriedly at Eddie, who's staring at the artfully-decorated plate like it's from another planet, "I know it looks a little rough but bear with me."

"Rough?" Eddie blinks up at you, "Babe, this looks like it's in a different tax bracket than I am."

"You are poor." Venom supplies helpfully, "Are you the lowest one?"

"Pretty damn close," Eddie nods, no longer phased by the symbiote's brashness, "This is lobster, you said?"

"And gritz- uh, gritz with cheese and lemon in them, and there's aioli for the lobster in the little cup there."

Venom begins retracting into Eddie's shoulder but the man's hand shoots up to grab the symbiote by the throat, "And Venom is super excited to eat it too, honey. This looks amazing, thank you."

"Eddie," Venom whispers, which is a new skill he's learned, but he clearly needs more practice, because the gravelly tone of his voice is loud enough for you to hear, "I only eat lobster when it is alive."

"You eat whatever she makes," Eddie hisses, much quieter than the symbiote, "Or so help me, asshole, I'll start buying you milk chocolate."

"Milk chocolate?" Venom roars, "Milk chocolate is for losers!"

"He loves lobster," Eddie turns to grin at you, ignoring the fuming symbiote only inches from his face, fangs bared and maw dripping, "Here, see? Eat, Venom, eat the lobster."

Eddie thrusts a forkful of your meal at Venom's face, and the symbiote's jagged teeth reluctantly part to let the fork pass through. Venom is not a quiet chewer, and when his animalistic grunts have subsided, you peer nervously at him, awaiting his review.

"It is not bad for a dead animal." Venom muses, "But I would like there to be blood next time."

"Yeah, she'll whip up some bloody aioli for you, bud," Eddie rolls his eyes, the gesture aimed at Venom but turned towards you so that you have to hide your giggle behind a dishtowel, "I'll eat any dead animal you give me, babe- uh, I'd just prefer 'em cooked first."

It's October and all you monster fuckers know what that means!!!

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Get Us Some Chocolate || Venom & Eddie Brock drabble

Summary: It's still hard for Eddie to comprehend how Venom has changed his life, especially since Venom has so many demands

Warnings: none, just Venom being Venom 😁

Word count: 856

Authors: Cass & Rouge

As Eddie sat on the couch, he watched the wall of his apartment. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Previously a successful reporter, now a man with some kind of parasite; it had to be a nightmare! Suddenly, Eddie pinched himself and cursed loudly, "Fuck! No, no, no, this has to be a nightmare!"

Venom did not form himself, he simply tickled Eddie's side twice before stopping.

Eddie shouted, "No! You stop that! You're not real, you're not here. I got into a car accident and I'm in a coma. You are not here!" Eddie was lost in thoughts.

Venom formed his head behind Eddie and touched his bearded cheek with his slick tongue. "We're real, Eddie."

Eddie said, "You're not!" and went to his bedroom. Eddie hid in his bed and said, "I will go to sleep and when I wake up, you won't be there."

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Eddie slowly awoke in the morning and raised his head. "Hello..?" He asked quietly.

In an instant, Venom formed his head in front of Eddie's. "Eddie, how was your night? Because the position you were sleeping in squeezed us. We didn't like it. Now, move your ass to the kitchen, breakfast time is here!" Venom chanted happily.

Brock's head fell back onto the pillow. "You are here, still..." He let out a loud sigh, then his response was, "I don't feel hungry."

As Eddie replied, Venom poked him in the forehead. "But we're hungry. And we want chocolate. Get up, Ed. You gotta look like a human to do some grocery shopping," Venom said, forcing Eddie to rise so quickly that he fell.

"What! How could you even do that to me!? I have food in the fridge and I don't care what you want. I have everything I need in my apartment," Brock grunted in a reply.

Eddie was forced to run to the door and further up the staircase when Venom repeated, "AND WE WANT CHOCOLATE, AND WE DON'T CARE ABOUT THE FUCKING FOOD IN YOUR FRIDGE. WE CHECKED IT LAST NIGHT, IT WAS NOT WORTH OUR TIME AND ATTENTION."

"You stop that now! Look at me! I can't go shopping in my..." Eddie looked down, "Underwear! We are going home and I need to change!"

This was the moment Eddie's neighbor walked out of a flat. A woman closed the door and turned around, improving a purse on her shoulder and froze when she saw Eddie half-naked. Squeaking, she ran down the stairs as quickly as she could.

As Eddie ran to his flat, he locked the doors behind him, pressing his back to the wall nearby. "It's your fucking fault! You can't drag me out of my flat when I'm wearing nothing," he said as he went to his bedroom.

Eddie was fully dressed and ready to go after a few minutes. "Okay, now we can go."

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Eddie walked through the supermarket, looking at the shelves. "I don't really know what I need..." He murmured to himself.

Venom recited happily in man's head, "Milk, two gallons. Orange juice. Bread. Chocolate. Chips. Beer. Chocolate. Chicken. Cucumber. Chocolate. Beer. And more chocolate. And cheese. And fries. Did we mention chocolate?"

"Why do I need so much chocolate? I don't even eat chocolate," Eddie asked as he began to look through the shelves.

"You're a loser, and we want chocolate. If you don't buy us some chocolate, you'll be without liver or kidney. Or both," Venom threatened.

Eddie grunted under his breath, "If you don't stop acting like the prick you really are, you'll be short of chocolate, or you'll be short of host. Or both."

After a few growls, Venom calmed down. It wasn't until he spotted jelly beans. "We want this! Oh, and that minty chocolate too. Oh, and these chocolate bars are delicious, too. Oh, and those pralines! We'll treat you like a king if you buy the pralines, too, Eddie."

Putting everything in a basket and listening to Venom, Eddie said, "Please, don't eat it all at once. Chocolate isn't cheap."

"We'll get you a better paying job soon, don't worry, Eddie," Venom giggled deeply in the man's mind.

Eddie sighed in frustration, "How the hell would you even find me a job? Do you even know what one is?"

"Of course we know, it's a useless thing you keep doing. We'll make you hireable again."

Brock shook his head and laughed, "Yeah. Sure you will."

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Eddie placed bags on the table at home. "Okay... So... You're really here? You're not a dream, right?"

Venom formed his huge face and showed his long fangs; some saliva dripped on the floor as the symbiote smirked widely. As he rested his forehead against Eddie's shoulder, Venom asked, "Do we look like a dream, huh? Feel us. Feel the power we provide you with. You're strong now, feel all these muscles. We'll make you a hero."

"The life with you inside me won't be easy. I mean, my life is different from yours," Eddie laughed softly.

Putting his chin on the man's shoulder, Venom assured, "We'll fit in easily. This will be a fucking amazing experience."

I Want To Be A YouTuber || Venom & Eddie Brock drabble

Summary: In response to Venom's demands, Eddie creates a YouTube channel

Warnings: none, just Venom being insistent 😁

Word count: 1067

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Although Venom was persistent, he was the only one who persuaded Eddie Brock to do dumb things. Eddie always listened to Venom primarily to make him shut his mouth and hush him; it never lasted more than a few minutes. Eddie was this time persuaded by Venom to start a YouTube channel.

Venom exhorted Eddie, "We're unusual! Take us to the world. We'll be famous like Kim Kardashian!"

Eddie finally agreed to Venom's idea after almost two weeks. "I can't believe we are doing this..." Eddie muttered as he set up the camera and the background. The youtubers he saw all had nice backgrounds. "I am really unsure about this, V... What are we even gonna record?"

"You must introduce yourself, punk," Venom instructed firmly and loudly. "You must explain who you are and why you are opening the channel," symbiote responded. You wanna get some pussies? Don't get in front of the camera with that stupid grin of yours. You have to present like a cool, bad guy. Girls like bad boys. Say something like ‘Yo, I'm Eddie Brock and I've gotta show you what I got after that fucking meteor hit our planet’, yeah?" Venom joked. "Like cool banditos, yeah?" Symbiote advised. “We’ll be recording us. We’re cool, yeah?”

"There's no way I know how, but I'm gonna say you watch too much YouTube," Eddie pointed out.

As Eddie sat in front of the camera, he turned it on and began recording. "Hello! I'm Eddie, and welcome to my channel! Many of you may wonder why I have a channel, but I'm special in some way since I have this little buddy," Eddie said as he tapped his shoulder.

Out of nowhere, Venom appeared, grinning to the camera and licking his fangs. "Hello there, punks, I'm Venom and I'd love to meet you all, especially your lungs, brains and livers. But that's a story for another time. In today's episode, we're going to demonstrate our awesome abilities by eating bad guys."

Eddie glared at the symbiote. "Venom... Really? You can't be that aggressive. We need to be nice and likable so people will watch us."

"Don't worry, we know our role," Venom reminded and his tone softened. "So once again, we are soft Symbiotes, we came from outer space and we're happy we found him," Venom said, pointing his head to Eddie. "He's a dumbass, but we love him."

As Eddie hugged Venom, he said, "He is an asshole, but I love him so much. He can be rude, but he is a great friend."

Venom's head was petted; Eddie earned a low grunt of happiness from the symbiote.

"I hope you'll enjoy our channel and whatever we do here," Eddie added, smiling to the camera.

As Venom licked Eddie's cheek, he added, "We'll prank people in public."

"I don't think this will be possible, V. I have a job, I can't run around and prank people then upload them on the internet," Eddie said, turning off the camera. "Now I just have to edit it and it will be ready to be posted on our YouTube channel."

In response, Venom nuzzled Eddie and added, "Edit it as soon as possible."

Eddie nodded, "I'll deal with this now. I have nothing better to do," he grabbed his camera and walked to his computer.

Venom asked, "Can you give us that delicious cheese you have in the fridge first, punk?"

"I'd appreciate it if you left me something to eat, too," Eddie gave Venom a careful glance.

In order to get his cheese, Venom disconnected from Eddie and crawled to the fridge

The camera was connected to Eddie's computer when he commented, "You look funny, V." As he waited for Venom to return, he began editing the video.

After gliding back to Eddie, Venom climbed onto his back.

Eddie petting Venom's head asked, "Are you happy now? I am almost done."

Venom held a piece of cheese in his paws and chewed it. “Eddie, you edit it? We'd like to see it. And yes, it's fine now. Cheese was tasty."

"Yes. I am done," Brock presented the video to Venom.

Venom's white eyes widened as he exclaimed, "We can upload it! Look, Eddie, we look like a top model. I meant us, not you, but you do look great too. Upload, upload!"

Eddie laughed, "Yes, we do look like Top Model." He quickly uploaded the video. "Let's go eat something now. We will check the reactions tomorrow morning."

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The next morning Venom awoke as first, although this time he was disconnected from Eddie. He was still nuzzling the man's shoulder. "Eddie, get up, get up. It's morning! We have to check reactions!" Symbiote licked Eddie's cheek as soon as he opened his eyes.

As Eddie sat up and rubbed his eyes, he murmured, "Wait... Wait... Just let me wake up." In a few minutes, Brock got up from bed and opened his laptop, sluggishly turning it on.

"C'mon, punk, we can't wait!"

Eddie yawned and opened the page with their video, then scrolled through the comments at the bottom.

Venom stared at the man, asking, "What, and what, do they think we're ready to start yet?!"

Eddie muttered, "Well... The comments aren't really nice... Read them yourself, V."

As Venom read, he became more enraged. “What a nasty, fucking shits. Can we eat them?!"

"No, Venom, just forget about this idea, and let's stick to the newspaper," Eddie sighed.

"No, no, no. We've got to eat them. We've got to eat those fuckers," Venom claimed, showing his fangs.

"No, Venom. We only eat bad guys, not people who dislike us."

"When they don't like us, that means they're mean. That's what makes them haters. Haters are bad people so we can eat them," Venom concluded after a few longer moments.

Eddie sighed and petted Venom's head as he said, "It's not always like that. Maybe they're right. It's not our thing."

With an angry voice, Venom said, "But we love you and you did a great job, Eddie."

"Let's eat something tasty, shall we?" Brock suggested, trying to get Venom's attention away from YouTube.

"Yes," Venom replied, wrapping his arms around Eddie. "We love you."

Getting up from the chair, Eddie said, "I know, Venom. Let's go to your favorite place and order whatever you want."

Venom grinned widely. "Yes, that's a very clever idea."