In honor of the Venom 2 movie that came out a few days ago can i have a 1, 11 and 18 whith Eddie/Venom?
[A/N: Hello darling. Of course! What did you think about the movie, darling? I personally loved it, it was really fun to see Carnage, and of course Venom, our adorable little black goo. I wish they did more movies but I feel like other people would get tired of it eventually. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this, my darling. Thank you for requesting. You may ask again for more.]
Kinktober Prompt #1 [Blindfold], #11 [Pegging], and #18 [Begging], #25 [Bondage] of Venom with a Gender Neutral s/o
He could feel his heart threatening to jump out of his chest. Sure, he was a pretty adventurous guy, he needed to be, he was a journalist, and he enjoyed it. Exploring in the bedroom, however, has always been 50/50, especially with another tenant, such as now. Naked and bent over the mahogany nightstand, beads of sweat form on Eddie's forehead as he anticipates for possibly the worst or best pain he's ever felt. Venom laughs in his head, calling him a pussy, and he quickly tells him to fuck off. Eddie looks over his shoulder, nervousness evident on his face. "H-hey hun..." He stutters, "I don't think this is a good idea..." Why did he agree to this? Why did he let Venom talk him into it? Then again, he could never really have said no to the symbiote, he'd just force his body to take whatever it is you wanted to do with them, and he could never really resist you either, not when you pulled the puppy eyes on him, asking; begging so sweetly about how you wanted to peg them. Yes, them.
Your arm snake around his waist, chest flush against his back as you hug him from behind, putting your chin on his shoulder, whining, "But you said yes." You say, purposefully drawling your words out.
This is really making him rethink his life decisions.
"Please? I'll be gentle, I promise."
Smooth black liquid manifest and shoot from his arm, forming a head too big for a normal man, with white mily eyes and jagged teeth that most predators would be jealous of. "If he doesn't want to, I'll do it."
That makes you chuckle, "You'll get your turn, V." He grumbles.
"Please, baby?" You pull the puppy eyes again, paired with that sickly sweet whining that he just loves oh so much. Then, he relents, staring back at the wall in front of him instead, bracing himself. Venom chuckles, forming tendrils that gently loop over your wrists as you place your hands on Eddie's hips, and one to cover Eddie's eyes.
You can see it in the way he's looking. He wants to see; he wants to watch it for himself. Even with his pearlescent eyes, you can see the lust, the want, and the need seeping through. Fortunately for you, he's prepped everything to the best as he can, stretching Eddie out for you and making sure that you could enter as smoothly as possible.
Satisfied, you take off your chin from Eddie's shoulder, settling for a trail of kisses from his neck down his spine as you slowly enter him. He grunts at the intrusion, moving, but you gently keep him in place, kissing the pain away, and then, he moans when he finally feels you bottom out.
It fits. Perfectly. In the best way possible. And Eddie can't help but think of the same, while Venom anticipates his turn.
You hug him again, whispering sweet praises in Eddie's ears as you start to move, getting him grunting. It starts slow; delibrate. Every drag in and out tantalizingly and painstakingly slow to let him feel everything. His body moves in rhythym to yours, and the tendrils around your wrists move, almost vibrating as if its translating what Eddie's feeling.
So you pick up the pace, getting a response from the both of them, with Eddie's grip on the table firming, as if to keep him from keeling over from the pleasure, while Venom salivates at the scene, tongue darting out.
You angle Eddie's hips better, thrusts getting harsher, seemingly to have hit the one spot you've been searching for, making him put his palm up the wall instead for better support while the other slaps itself onto his mouth to muffle his moans from the shame. Eddie can feel himself getting hard, cock reddening, the tip glistening with pre-cum.
Black goo appears from Eddie's back, shooting out to grab your body and glue you to Eddie's, accidentally thrusting deeper than you intended, ripping a rather shameless moan from Eddie that you were sure the other tenants heard.
Too busy bullying Eddie's hole to take care of his hard cock, you look at Venom, panting, eyes telling him all he needed to understand. And he did.
Another tendril forms, wrapping itself around Eddie's cock. The cool feeling, a contrast to how hot and heavy he feels, surprises him. It envelops his cock, sheathing it in symbiotic skin, pumping it at the order of their little darling. Then, another forms one forms once again, this time, wrapping itself twice around your thighs first before slowly but gently entering your hole, thrusting in and out of you, in reverse rhythym to your thrusts to Eddie.
Your thighs quake as the tendrils flick at your sensitive spots, expanding just the way you want it to, filling you as if you were molded to be Venom's.
Feeling close. Your thrusts become erratic, with Venom's "glue" helping you to harder and faster into Eddie while rutting in into the tendril fucking you from behind as well. With what little consciousness you have left, you grab ahold of Eddie's cock, pumping it in tandem with Venom.
More black goo sprout from Eddie's body, coiling firmly around your neck, then looping itself around your breasts, squeezing it and flicking the hard and sensitive buds. Travelling downwards to wrap itself more around your thighs, rubbing together.
Eddie feels himself about to cum. "Fuck...fuck! Let me fucking cum! Please! Fuck..."
A few more quick thrusts and Eddie cums in sync with you, moaning together as if you're singing the same harmony. His cum pools at Venom's makeshift sheathe for his cock while yours drip to the floor, staining it, shaking from the absolute heavenly feeling that washed over you as you emptied yourself out, with the help of Venom.
Eddie pants. Heaving. Trying to catch his breath while making sure not to keel over, until the symbiote envelops his whole body, transforming him from man to a black hulking beast of pure muscle and teeth. "My turn."