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So I've seen a bit of the new Venom 2 movie trailer and there's a bit that shows Venom making Eddie breakfast and idk why but I feel like writing something that has Riot, Venom and/or Carnage making breakfast

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.

we the people kindly request (desperately beg for) venom fic if you have time/inspiration ❤️

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.