How About More Venom? The Last One You Did Was Amazing. And Love You So Much! Xoxo

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.

it is literally called a “happy” trail for a reason.. If you feel any emotion other than joy upon seeing it you should be sent to live on a deserted island by yourself forever. or blow up. either way get out of my presence

meow meow

I mean you’re not wrong

Pervy!Ghost who is a gross and nasty lil freak :<

Especially after a particulary intense mission when adrenaline is still high and he's pent up with it, his muscles jumping and flexing, testosterone is buzzying and he can get quite aggressive and unpredictable in this state so just imagine poor hacker rookie who greets the guys when they got onto the heli for exfil and congratulates them on another successful mission and she's like :]

And Ghost...well let's just say he didn't take the sight of soft lil you too well. He can literally feel his muscles flexing and almost lets out a growl when you sit down between him and Johnny who's in no better state. Simon can basically smell you, your clean perfumed smell so different than all these sweaty dirty men and he can see all of the guys looking at you with wide blown pupils and smelling you like bloodhounds.

And he can't help it but feel so...angry. Angry and pent up and frustrated and the other men leering at sweet you is making him go crazy so he does the next best thing and decides to assert his dominance and 'stake a claim' on you, and what better way than making you smell like him?

So with a deep grunt Simon swings a heavy arm around your smaller form and brings you close you him, basically squishing you against his side, his gear digging into you and making you let out a pathethic little noise that makes all the men perk up even more.

And Simon smells so strongly :< it's not terrible per say but it's just...overwhelming; it's a clear masculine smell, heavy with sweat and dirt and blood and his own musk combining into a heady smell that makes you swoon. It's definitely nit helping that the smell is literally rubbing off on you too, Simon is tightening and moving his arm around you and you could swet that when he leaned down to your hair that he rubbed his mask on you before taking a deep breath like a predator smelling his sweet prey and being very satisfied with what he smelled♡

bakugou katsuki x reader

one of his favorite weekly rituals was letting you shave his face, he has plenty of marks left behind from being too handsy, though.

notes; aged up + husband!bakugou, suggestive themes, bakugou being a bit too hands on, mentions of scars and nicks from a razor. read with caution.

there were a few pale scars that spotted his jawline, undetectable from a distance, yet something his eyes inevitably traced to anytime he looked in the mirror. they were the consequence of the times he let eagerness get the better of him; hot, rough hands roaming away from your hips towards some other part of your body. it always caught you in a start, the blade slipping in your hand as you'd jolt against him.

bakugou knew to show some restraint when you were straddling his thighs in the chair, combined weights causing it to groan a chorus into the quiet room as you maneuvered around his face with your razor and leaned your figure around. he was allowed to let his hands settle on your hips, grope the fat there a little, but nothing else.

"chin up." he followed obediently, showing you his neck; taut skin over the bulge in his throat, and the patches of blond, coarse stubble that didn't make him look all that unkempt. "if you do anything, it's your fault."

he snuck in a stifled, "yeah, yeah" that didn't move much along your hand as you cut through the white lather along his jaw.

bakugou didn't mind the idea of some ruggedness; a nice, masculine shadow, or even a trimmed beard at some point-- even you didn't voice any qualms on it, besides a single instance when you stopped kissing him because the prickly little hairs felt like needles in your face.

and, that had been enough for him to sit you down on his lap, hand you a blade and birth a new weekly ritual together. this was a special type of intimacy; a closeness he adored almost as much as lying in bed, tangled up in one another.

some days, this was as close as he could get to you; feel you in his hands and the warmth that seeped into his skin. it helped quite a bit that you were so meticulous in your stokes as well.

still, he waited until some of the shaving cream piled up on your blade and lifted off of his neck to flick off before moving his hands behind your hips to give your ass a big squeeze.

your thighs clamped around his, body jolting against his touch while spearing a particularly lethal glare into his face.

"katsuki!" you hissed.

the entire lower-half of his face split with a roguish, lopsided grin.

divider; saradika