Otherwise known as, 4 Times You Tried To Spice Things Up in the Bedroom (and the one time it worked)
Pairing: Venom x Reader, Eddie Brock x Reader
Words: 2.5k
Summary: Cultural misunderstandings are inevitable when dating an alien. Particularly when trying new things in the bedroom.
Author’s Note: A prompt that started out funny, then got a little angsty, then funny again, and then smutty. Basically this went places I didn’t expect it to. Anon, I hope you like.
Here’s the thing about dating an alien—there are some cultural issues. It’s a give and take situation: Venom will tell you about far-flung planets, the colors of a dawning dwarf star, the taste of meteor dust.
And you tell them why it isn’t okay to eat someone’s hamster.
You always knew that sleeping with an alien would have its challenges. There were the size differences, the contrasts in biology, and the very strangeness of it all. But it was like having sex with anyone new: there’s always an awkward getting-to-know-you stage. You and Eddie had it. You and Venom had it. And now things are good—great, actually.
But variety is the spice of life. Which is why you decide to introduce a few new things into the bedroom.
Oh Someone, I ❤ you so. Since you’re here, let me tell you about this dream I had last night. It was an exploration of my mind on virtual reality.
I was at a party and talking to the host. He was commenting on how these events are always so expensive when half the guests are paid entertainment… queue a beautiful, Asian female who reminds me of an old crush from over a decade ago.
“Hello gorgeous,” she winks at me, and I blush even though I know it’s her job to flirt. She’s not even real. None of us are. We’re avatars on a virtual reality server. Still, she takes my hand and asks me what I desire.
“Chains?” She says, pulling the unspoken word from my head. “Or chainsaw?”
I would laugh at inquiry if the question didn’t trigger a teleportation away from the party. I’m suddenly standing before two doorways. One arch is highlighted in a golden rust color with a faceless avatar wielding a chainsaw. The other doorway is a cold, blue steel with shackles hanging at the top of the archway.
There’s no contest. I nearly skip beneath the shackles. I’m so excited.
As I cross the threshold, I look over at the chainsaw display. I briefly wonder what that choice might bring, but my breath is taken away by what awaits me inside the steel room.
There is an overwhelming amount of chains and accompanying equipment from racks to swings to… my beautiful lady chained to the ground. She’s on her knees with her legs spread. Her arms are behind her back with a crisscross pattern of intricate metal links separating her breasts.
“May I call you Master?” She asks, looking up at me through long lashes. I nod dumbly for a moment. This isn’t real, but She was paid for… to be mine for the evening…
All mine.
I bend down and cup her face in my hands. “Say it again.”
“Master,” she whispers and whines as I tweak her nipple.
“Did you like that?”
“Yes, Master.”
A crop appears in my hand. I drag it down her breasts and flick a nipple. She moans and begs until I tap across her breasts harder. Her skin blushes and reddens to a beautiful bloom. Clamps appear in my other hand. I attach each to her breast.
She moans long and satisfying. “Thank you, Master.”
She can barely keep her beautiful mouth closed. I decide to put it to good use. I pull up my tight skirt and her tongue dances along my folds and flicks across my clit. “Good girl.”
I pet her head as she slurps her lips around me. Her tongue swirling in the perfect rhythm.
“Yes, faster,” I jut my hips as she quickens the pace. I lose my fingers in her hair, silky and light to the touch.
Her tongue is relentless. I pull her hair and she moans against me. Her mouth thanks me further, edging me to climax. I have to support myself on her shoulders as my legs shake.
She pulls her damp face from my skirt and smiles up at me. “Did I please you, Master?”
I take her beautiful mouth in mine and taste myself on her lips. I don’t care. I push her to her back.
She’s so flexible. I tug at her clamps and run my hands all over her body. I use my nails to leave streaks across her skin. I don’t draw blood, but she whines like she wants me to. I use the crop again. This time on her inner thighs.
She’s so slick that she’s dripping on the ground. I can’t stop myself from bending down and tasting her. She’s delicious. Her scent is driving me crazy.
“Maaaa,” she can’t speak the last syllable. I smile in her folds. A vibrator appears by my mental request. I tease around her clit while sliding my fingers inside her. She squeezes around me and pulls against her restraints as she loses herself in pleasure.
Every time I see her getting close I move the vibrator away and slow my fingers to a calming massage. She tries to remain cute, begging, but eventually, after enough near climaxes, she unravels to a pleading, sweaty mess.
Watching her is gloriously fun. She’s panting, unable to even beg, when I finally allow her to cum. She nearly roars, chains rattling, with her orgasm.
She looks up at me with lustful thanks and whispers, “Would you like to play again?”
Gosh I accidentally uploaded this to my main blog…sorry folks
Yes! I love how the blindfold and ties have the same style. The facial expressions and the way he clings to his back made this a mandatory reblog. Beautiful.
There’s something so poetic about this photo. The attention to detail, the perfect tie… it makes me want to see what the whole scene looks like. Where are her hands? Tied behind her back? Is she tied below as well? Or are her legs spread and cuffed apart, waiting for her master who just stands there admiring her body and how obedient it is under his or her skill…
Dark Crystal Demon 