#symbrock fic

[hope-to-hell]

Home (the cure for what ails ya). Eddie x Venom. Post-Venom 2018. Smut, stretching metaphor past its breaking point. Our boy is alive, sure, but he’s had a rough time and would really, really like to go home. Trouble is, where’s “home” when he feels like he’s numb and drifting?

——

There’s this moment between lightning and thunder when it’s like all the air has been sucked from the world; it’s a void, a vacuum, a little peek into the far reaches of space. Eddie knows the thunder is coming, can feel it shivering the air before it happens, but he doesn’t quite believe it, not in his deepest self. He can feel the empty space between light and sound but it’s not until thunder rattles the windows and thuds through him from heart to guts that he really gets it.

What’s there to believe?

Dunno. The majesty of nature, all that shit. It feels—

It feels like being separated, like the moment when he was suddenly all alone and he knew, he knew, that Venom had pulled up stakes and left him— fuck— burning away in wispy trails and if it weren’t for all the fire he could compare it to ink in water, but there was fire, and then the empty gut-punch void, and then silence.

Their reunion isn’t like the movies, when the battle-torn hero appears just at the moment when all hope seems lost. It’s at the end of a days-long nothingness where Eddie’s sponged and bandaged, his blood drawn six times a day, until he’s all bruises and blown veins and goddamnit, I just want to go home. And he goes the fuck home— or at least to his apartment; home is an alien concept now with the way his heart still feels like it’s in free fall— he chokes down a dull beige meal and waits for something to happen.

Hey.

There’s that shuddering thud of his heart beating against something— no, in time with something— but he’s waiting to decide if he dares hope, because if he breaks any further there’ll be no way to put the pieces back together. He counts the seconds and tries so fucking hard not to expect anything, but come on. It’s Eddie. He’s always been all-in, jumping without a plan for the landing; he needs and wants so badly and his guts are tied in knots.

Hey.

Can’t. Can’t do it. It’s spilling over, catching at him and pulling him open til he’s raw; it’s rumbling against his nerves and twining around his veins—

Hey—

In the storm there’s a void that light has touched but sound has yet to follow; there’s no way. No fucking way. He’s losing it— lost it— left it in the bay with shriveled ash and fire that fell in petals from the sky; thunder catches up to lightning and rattles his heart, punches all the breath from his lungs, sends his pulse up through the roof and it can’t be, it can’t, he tried to bury those days and if this is just his lonely mind playing tricks he’s gonna—

Eddie.

Oh.

Sometimes thunder roars loud enough to shatter windows, raining shards of glass on the street below. Sometimes it whispers, barely audible but still felt in the blood. It’s primal, rough, inexorable; it simply is, no matter how far away.

This is a moment that shouldn’t be happening; it’s impossible. He’s— Venom is— was—gone, and if he could just make himself believe it— this can’t possibly be happening, and yet—and yet there’s that kernel of hope that he couldn’t quite crush. And in this impossible moment, he blooms outward in trails of slick blackness, all his bone and sinew covered and caressed and oh fuck, he missed this.

Missed you, he doesn’t say; the words rattle through him but there’s no outlet, not now, not til this settles down to embers. Needed— need you. It’s the most nakedly honest he’s been in forever, and it’s tearing silent through him but all he can say is a spit-soaked you—

Me.

And that’s all there is to say. It’s so sappy, so ripped-bodices-heaving-bosoms-romance-novel cliche, but it is what it is and for Eddie it’s a shattered window falling back up into its frame; he can feel Venom sliding night-black through his veins and across his skin. There’s nothing like it, not even fucking; it lights him up and he is home, you are—

We are home. Now let me take care of us.

Eddie’s yes is all tangled up, lost in his own thick wet oh god oh fuck please now but it is there, reverberating all through him with a deep and rasping echo. With shadows flowing sweetly all through him, he lets Venom take the reins; in the blink of an eye he is stripped bare. His clothes are falling all around in shreds and it doesn’t matter. He could be naked in the street and still he would give himself entirely to this. And so there’s Eddie, arms out and head back, body bowed far enough that on an ordinary day he’d crash to the floor but this is not an ordinary day and so he is held aloft; he is weightless; he is

Mine.

All his almost-words are soaked in brine, in seawater and copper and the thought bursts into being: the water was cold, yes, but he knows the Bay and he should’ve been bound up tight with the chill of it, should’ve been hypothermic at least, but— when you can’t do anything else, you’ve just gotta live. Right? And he’s shutting up because now he knows; his blood was pumping hot and their limbs were moving there in the water and now they are here: renewed and needful and oh fuck there are tendrils tugging at the corner of his mouth and stroking over his tongue and ok. Ok. Shutting up now.

There’s no relaxing into this, not quite, not with need singing through his veins and twitching his hips into the air; there is only the feel of Venom strung all through him, staking his claim with a silk-smooth projection wrapped around Eddie’s cock, another winding up into his ass until he finds something that makes them howl; it’s over far too soon and yet it doesn’t end. Very good. More. Again.

Again? Wait, what, I—

It’s good. We liked it. We want more.

What a fucking time for Eddie to be getting all misty-eyed over a goddamn pronoun. He could say it’s from the projection pulsing thickly on his tongue or the aftershocks that roll all through him; he could say it’s from the feeling of being stretched open and blanketed by Venom all at once. He could say it, and it would be true, but it wouldn’t be the whole story.

We like this. We want

We want

Loss is a hole, a void, an endless fall without a landing. It’s a golden ring locked away in a drawer. It’s rain dimpling the water on the Bay, and all the little fish that mistake it for a meal. It’s a wound that never heals, but only stings a little less with time. It’s bad takeout and worse beer and it’s being shoved into the background so fast that it’s trailing sparks across his vision. He’s floating, the room gone fuzzy at the edges; he’s so fucking close, and all it takes to send him flying is the soft wet slide of the projection withdrawing from his mouth only to brush against his lips.

Ready? Here we go.

Sound surges into the space behind the lightning and rips through Eddie’s veins; it’s taking him apart from the inside and all he can do is feel it. He’s really, truly full now, every cell seeming to pulse at once and it’s too much, too much; he’s hurled over the edge and he is falling

but

he is caught, held tight; he is jelly-limbed and panting and he is

home.

#tom hardy #eddie brock #venom #eddie x venom #symbrock #symbrock fic #symbrock smut #eddie x venom fic #eddie x venom smut #my fic

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

If requests are still open, may I ask for a Symbrock trick? Nothing sexual, please

They certainly are! And don't worry, Tricks are all smut free.

Venom had been singing for the last hour. 

He had been humming for more than an hour before that. 

Happiness and softness and love was thrumming down the connection between them, and Eddie stretched out on the couch, feeling like a content cat in a sunbeam. All because his Other was in such a good mood. 

It was like he had eaten an entire solid chocolate bunny (I bit its head off Eddie! Look!), he was so happy. 

It had been a long week, spent slogging through sewers chasing criminals, ducking an annoying little photographer, and playing mediator to the dinosaurs that still viewed them as their protector. But now they were home together, they were both full, none of Eddie’s injuries had taken more than a few seconds to heal, and the coupon they had to their favourite pizza place hadn’t expired. 

And now Venom was singing. 

Offkey, messing up some of the words, and occasionally switching to a different song entirely if he decided the one playing on the radio wasn’t what he wanted. 

Dance with me, Eddie. 

The demand was silent, spoken directly into his mind so it didn’t interrupt an enthusiastic rendition of Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. 

Eddie didn’t have a chance to point out that he was a terrible dancer. Always had been. Too big to be graceful, the few times he’d ever been dragged to a club he had lumbered around the dancefloor, knocking shoulders and tipping people over until he retreated to the bar to watch instead. 

No, Venom didn’t let him dwell on that, only hauled him up off the couch and spun him around, singing in his face. 

His enormous eyes looked like half moons, he was smiling so widely. It reminded Eddie of a pleased, smug cat, and he grinned in response. 

Venom’s idea of dancing was to pulsate and shoot tendrils of himself around to the beat, winding himself around Eddie and threading into his hair so he was holding him close. 

“Goos just wanna have fu-u-u-u-un!” Venom sang aloud, and Eddie’s head fell back as he laughed. 

He was a terrible singer, even worse than he was a dancer, so he whistled the tune while they moved. Venom had taken control of his legs, making him do a simple box step to the beat, but he was able to move his hips and shoulders freely. Venom’s mood was infectious. 

Crimes could be dealt with by other costumed heroes, there were no tears between worlds to marshal in an invasion bent on destroying the world, and the sirens in the distant were of no concern. 

For now, Eddie was with his beloved Other, they were laughing and spinning around the living room, stumbling into the coffee table and knocking books to the floor. Hand shaped tentacles were in his hair, ruffling it. Venom’s face was against his own, pressing at his forehead so all he could see was the joy in those big white eyes shining back at him. They were dancing and ignoring everything around them, only caring about one another for a while. 

Unselfconscious and confident, Eddie bounced on his heels and threaded his fingers into Venom’s shifting, twisting, tangled form and sang back to him. 

It earned him a wave of delight in response, tinged with love and warmth and pride. 

#symbrock #symbrock fic #veddie #venom #eddie brock

[winged-winter]

want to write eddie rescues venom fic and nurses him back to health fic but i'm afraid of making myself cry

#symbrock #symbrock fic #eddie x venom #what can you do #very fragile atm!!!!1 #fun shit

[bridoesotherjunk]

To any and all fanfic writers

If I see that your fic was written by Ai

I am 100% not reading your fic

Sorry, not sorry.

#Fanfiction #Fanfic #Ao3 #ao3 fanfic #Writing #I am not reading that #fuck ai writing #Fuck ai art #anti ai #I will not read it #Symbrock #Bowuigi #Sonadow #Any fucking ship I can think of #I'm not reading an ai fic #marvel #venom #pokemon #sonic the hedgehog #Naruto #naruto fanfic

[all-or-nothing-baby]

THE LITTLEST THINGS CAN HONESTLY MEAN SO, SO MUCH

i was just idly looking at the bookmarks on one of my fics and, nestled in between somebody's perfunctory tags (hurt/comfort, soft boys, completed etc) was a tag very simply named 'WOW' ...and, well. feck me backwards if that didn't make my whole goddamn day ×10 better lol.

my dudes, i can assure you that the above is often all it takes to make a writer's/artist's heart bloom with happiness.

so, i urge you to reblog! reblog! reblog! here on tumblr dot com and try to say something kind in the tags, a mere keysmash even.

on AO3, always leave kudos if you read fic or look at art there and—whenever and wherever you possibly can—comment to your hearts content, even if that is only more keysmash or just one word or a wee emoji (or a few!). also, if you bookmark publicly, try to tag it with something complimentary like my reader did or leave a nice description as a part of your recommendation because the author gets to see those things, too.

I PROMISE YOU THAT NONE OF THIS WILL EVER GO UNNOTICED OR UNAPPRECIATED!

sometimes a single word or symbol can mean the whole world <3

#thank you to all who leave some kind of thanks #it is treasured. #<3 #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #fanart #art #writer's appreciation #artist's appreciation #sterek #destiel #pynch #harringrove #hannigram #jimlock #johnlock #nabrielise #geraskier #symbrock #merthur #the unholy trinity #cherik #and any other fandoms one written for and can't remember lol #writing #illustration #etc

[panevanbuckley]

when the hyperfixation kicks in like crazy and you end up reading far too many fics in a matter of days

#i usually stick to reading below 10k fics bc my attention switches from ship to ship so quickly #but lately i have been powering through 20k+ fics in literal days and idk what's up but it's very fun #i've missed being this unhinged about a ship #ao3 #fanfic #lestappen #drarry #jegulus #buddie #sterek #symbrock #merthur

[anxious-fandom-bean]

nobody will ever know the pure joy that the "Mask?" "Copy." bit brings me

#venom #symbrock #they are married #BEYOND THAT IT GIVES ME SO MUCH SEROTONIN #AND I ALWAYS STIM WHEN PEOPLE USE IT IN FICS #anyway this has been rat power hour #rat speaks #venom 2018

[french-toast-enjoyer]

them.

fanart of my demon x priest Venom au! loosely based on my previous fics. I thought I'd draw the scene since I had trouble writing it!

#symbrock #venom #my au #french toast arts #fanart of that scene I'll never write #cw: gore #drawn gore #artists on tumblr #veddie #venom fic

[hope-to-hell]

Eddie x Venom masterlist

With a sound of thunder

Ink (Eddie x venom x reader)

High rise

Home (the cure for what ails ya)

#eddie brock #venom #eddie x venom #eddie x venom fic #eddie x venom smut #symbrock #symbrock fic #symbrock smut #eddie brock fic #eddie brock smut #venom fic #venom smut #masterlist

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

Symbrock. Treat mwahaha (I may bug you a lot with these two just so you know)

What a great way to start off this year's Trick or Treat fest!

Eddie. 

Eddie Eddie Edward Education Edict Admonishm-

“That one starts with an A,” the man in question pointed out, not looking up from his laptop where he was trying, unsuccessfully, to do research. 

Ha! So you were paying attention!

“How can I not, babe? You’ve been chanting in my ear for the last forty…. eight minutes?” 

Actually I am in the auditory cortex of your frontal lobe. And it has barely been thirty minutes. 

“Still long enough for you to pick up that I’m ignoring you.” 

But I am bored. You are boring me. Bored. The Oxford English Dictionary defines boredom as-

Eddie pressed the heels of his hands to his ears hard enough that they started to ring, but it still wasn’t enough to drown out the sentient slime smear currently listing out synonyms at him. 

“Never shoulda let you go online,” he muttered, dropping his hands. 

Ennui! That rhymes with Eddie!

He allowed himself a brief, very brief, smile of affection before turning his attention back to the computer. “Find something to do, love. I’ve got to finish this.” 

The huff he felt rather than heard was petulant, but Venom did stop muttering at him. 

He was halfway through reading a report when he noticed something was… Off. 

Water consumption numbers from the most exclusive golf clubs in the Bay area were interesting at best. They shouldn’t have been making his jeans this tight. 

Eddie groaned quietly and rubbed his suddenly damp palm on his thigh. It pulled the denim even more taut across his crotch and made his breath hitch. “What are you doing?” 

Found something to do. I do so love your hypothalamus. 

A rush of pleasure rolled over Eddie and he melted into his chair, almost sliding off and onto the floor in a puddle of giggles and delight and sticky underwear. “You know that’s cheating,” he sighed, his mouth barely working. It was only his grip on the edge of his desk that kept him from collapsing completely. 

Something -someone- moved inside of him and seemed to latch onto his prostate to suck, squeeze, and vibrate all at once.  Eddie made a noise that he wasn’t entirely sure was possible, and bucked. His erection nudged up against the underside of the desk and he swore he heard it thump. 

“There are rules,” Eddie gasped, and swore that curls of wood veneer peeled up as he scraped his nails over the desk. 

Not in public, Venom pointed out and vibrated faster. 

A dark patch spread on the front of Eddie’s jeans as precome began to pulse out of him. 

Not on the telephone. No one here. No teeth. 

The smug, confident impression of a grin radiated through Eddie and his eyes lost focus and he was pretty sure he could actually see into his skull they rolled back so fast when Venom tickled different spots in his brain until his body was convinced he’d been fucking for hours and all of his neurons were firing and demanding to know why he was still dressed. 

“No teeth, huh?” he rasped out and dropped one hand to his lap. He’d barely brushed the fabric over his erection when his hand snapped back to the edge of the desk. Wisps of black curled around his fingers, pinning it in place. “Not allowed to touch?” 

You are doing research, remember? And this- Eddie felt himself squeezed again, this time down the length of his cock, in a rolling, kneading movement as Venom pumped him. Is mine. 

“Fuck,” breathed Eddie, arching in the chair. His legs spread wide and he wasn’t entirely sure if it was Venom’s control or his own natural response, but figured that the result was the same so didn’t put too much thought into it. Especially when it felt like a mouth, one with way too many teeth and a tongue that did things that should have terrified him instead of making him occasionally stumble into walls and that smiled at him in a way that made his heart sing, closed around his entire length and swallowed him down. “Oh just like that, darling. Of course it’s yours.” 

Once again, he felt instead of heard, a smug little chuckle rumble through him and ropes of tentacles tightened around his body. His arms, his legs, across his chest, spreading him open and pinning him in place so he could do nothing more than throb helplessly. 

All of you is mine. 

“Uh huh,” Eddie agreed, barely managing a nod. “Every bit.” 

Especially this. 

That rumble shifted, focused, surrounded Eddie’s prostate and tickled into his balls and between one breath and the next he was taken right to the edge and held there. He teetered there, pleading without words until he was allowed to tumble over with a shout that had the neighbours stomping on the floor above them. 

And Venom made delighted little noises, feasting on the heady rush of hormones and chemicals that Eddie’s brain churned out, and on the thick, bitter come that was still pumping out of him. 

So closely linked, with Venom hooked into every tiny fold of his brain, Eddie could taste himself the way his Other did. To Venom, it wasn’t just a generous act to reward his partner for being so well behaved. The Symbiote loved it. The flavours were complex, unique each time. He let it linger on his tongue, rolling it out of his mouth and drip off the tip, only to be caught again and tossed back like a treat before finally swallowed smugly. 

Eddie happy

“Eddie sleepy,” he mumbled, head hitting the back of the chair. 

Eddie hungry?

He held up one hand, his thumb and finger close together. “Little bit. Thirsty, too.” 

Quick, tiny kisses peppered over his body before Venom withdrew almost completely, leaving only a thin tentacle connecting them as he slithered over to the kitchen. 

Go back to research. Not bored anymore. 

#symbrock #symbrock fic #eddie brock #venom #veddie #happy halloween

[reaperlight]

AU where Eddie Brock begins a career as a podcaster because Venom wanted to be more included.

#venom #eddie brock #symbrock #venom symbiote #venom fic prompts #fanfic prompt #writing prompts #prompts #venom 2018 #venom let there be carnage #podcast au #podcaster au #venom au

[winged-winter]

surprise venom one-shot i wrote while working: just like you

summary:

"Venom copies the things Eddie does to understand him better. He loves Eddie, and just wants to get inside the human experience a little more than he already is.

Featuring: sleeping, wearing clothes, reading, and eating."

#symbrock fic #symbrock #venom #venom x eddie #eddie x venom #eddie brock #this one is happy and doesn't feature people being sad #what a surprise #how can you be sad when a symbiote loves you

[ilitiaforever]

They will never lack symbrock and Nobis.

#mpreg #myart #ilitiaforever #symbrock #veddie #venom #baby #nobis #baby symbiote #nobisfamily #fic nobis #babysymbiote #babysleeper

[primewritessmut]

i know i haven't finished posting all of he speaks daggers but man am i champing at the bit for my wips to move up the assembly line (yes, i view myself as a story factory, mind your fucking business)

some of my favorites in the works:

-- modern lokius au where mobius is a bartender in the bar where loki takes all his (disastrous) first days; it's some real rom-com shit and i am ready to get back to my roots

-- the cat loki au, i have no idea where it's going but i am going to solve it like a rubik’s cube

-- a groundhog's day/time fuckery au for the symbrock boys; i have not given eddie angst in over six months, it's time

#fanfic #fanfic writer #my wips #lokius #symbrock #future me is going to be so busy #and having such a good time #also going to have to throw a monster john fic in there #for my malevolent besties

[sixteen-sugars]

just you and me (to infinity) - a symbrock fic

Since he had absorbed Venom, Eddie felt this hunger. It wasn't the normal aching persistence of human hunger. It was dry, sucking, consuming. His teeth ached like they were going to come out of his gums. Itching, pulling, aching to bite, crush.

Their fingers twitched in anticipation of the futile flutter of a pulse a little too-slow to be still conscious.The thrill of the kill, domestication makes the kill slower but the flesh is the same, pulled apart under the iridescent gaze of a practiced killer.  But, it wasn't just hunger for that of the flesh, it was for everything. Experience, emotions, anything. He wanted it all, to feast at the top of the great chain of being. Rattle the links below as he demanded all that could be obtained. Hungry melting and grasping for anything.

So, now as Eddie pushes around the weekly Thai takeout, Venom screams in his ear. Venom was so hungry in space, in the lab. His inky body pushing and pulling at the plexiglass, hoping, praying, scrabbling for that one little crack.  Eddie felt like a black hole, hunger consumed his existence. Grumblings and mumblings insistent as the growl of his stomach. He realized he would be with that pull, that insistence for the rest of his life.

He sighed and gave the symbiote a lingering kiss on his forehead. He was a beloved tool, a vacuum. But, maybe was already hungry. Reaching up the pyramid, dating a prolific attorney, barely paying off the credit card every month. Maybe Venom had given his hunger a tangible feeling. The want, the thrill of the acquisition they both craved. Pulled into each other like a double negative multiplying indefinitely. 

#symbrock #oneshot #ao3 #fic #fanfic #venom

[panevanbuckley]

#(do option 1 or 2 and then promptly forget about them if you're anything like me) #but also i'm curious how many people bookmark their 'to read' fics because i might start this 🤔 #like you can FILTER them then! that's the feature missing in the marked for later page #ao3 #polls #fanfic #drarry #wolfstar #jegulus #merthur #ineffable husbands #gallavich #buddie #symbrock #sterek #tarlos #lokius #tomgreg #steddie #solangelo #narumitsu