Mar 20, 2022
@8legged-polaroid​
78 from here
Spiderman’s tight little outfit was in tatters all over the floor, the boy’s bare body bounced in front of him as Eddie kept a hard grip on the other’s neck. He was eighteen, maybe a bit older, but Eddie easily had a decade on him. Venom groaned in the back of his mind, the symbiote riding out the same stream of pleasure as Eddie pumped his hips up and down into the other’s tight hole. He recognized him out of costume, Peter Parker, a photographer at the Bugle, he wondered how many others had buried themselves in the boy like Eddie got to now, or if he was the first to see him out of the red and blue. “You're such a good boy Parker,” Eddie praised, “ride daddy’s cock for him.”Â
