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glasvera · 10 days ago

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Blackened Honey

Adam Warlock x Fem!Reader x Venom

Description: When a new vanguard is assigned to assist yourself and Adam Warlock, you didn't expect it to be a symbiote. And you certainly didn't expect tensions between all of you to come to a head one night on a scouting mission. Sexual tensions, that is.

Warnings/Disclaimers: 18+, Minors DNI! 19 inches of Venom, double penetration, three(four?)some, tentacle/tendril play, tentacle bondage, nipple play, asphyxiation, biting, blood, rough (and I mean brutal) sex, vaginal sex, anal sex (f and m receiving), overstimulation, inappropriate usage of healing magic. Established situationship between Adam and Reader.

A/N: If parts of this, especially the beginning and end, sound familiar, that's because this is a Fem!Reader alternative to Blackened Gold. Not sure if I'll do GN!Reader smut from now on outside of like, blurbs/or head canons. It just feels too restrictive when I wanna get descriptive.

Word Count: 4.7k

On these strange, haphazard missions you find yourself on with unlikely allies, you weren’t expecting to fall into any sort of rhythm.

Well, perhaps one of them was to be expected. Adam Warlock worked well with you, keeping you alive during the dangerous segments with his perfectly timed healing. And you kept him safe from those who dared to attack him directly. You had been on several missions together by now that it was easy to fall into step alongside each other. Not to mention your… out of work activities. Needless to say, your closeness had not gone unnoticed.

But recently, the two of you had found yourselves a new protector.

A lethal one.

It started on a particularly risky mission. You were up against incredibly competent and incredibly dangerous enemies. Even Adam, try as he might, was struggling to keep up healing you. You both ducked behind a crumbling concrete wall, wincing when it shook with the vibrations of their attacks. Things looked grim, and for a moment, you thought all was lost. Your mouth was filled with the metallic tang of blood, and it was getting harder to stand… regardless, you made sure to stay in front of Adam. If anyone needed to stay in the fight, it’s him. The team could do without you.

Then a flash of black streaked across your vision. You scrambled to peek around the corner. That flash turned into a… splash? Tentacles sprayed forth from the pavement that cracked from the force of the impact, but soon they came together to form a vaguely humanoid being. It was huge, with broad shoulders and defined muscles that seemed to absorb any attacks coming its way. When its head turned to face the two of you, you felt a shiver run down your spine at the impossibly wide grin of razor sharp teeth.

“Good,” a gravelly, alien voice rumbled forth. “It seems we arrived just in time.”

Tentacles spewed forth and speared your enemies as the alien savior chortled at their feeble attempts to hurt it. It was terrifying to watch, and after hearing their screams you almost felt bad for those on the receiving end of those piercing appendages… yet at the same time, there was something irrefutably attractive about how effortless it was. Adam was quick to take advantage of the opportunity to finally heal you properly, but you simply watched in awe.

The mission didn’t take much longer after that. After your recovery, you and Adam made quick work of the remaining stragglers.

You learned after the battle that the identity of your savior was Venom, or rather, a symbiote named Venom that had bonded with the human named Eddie Brock. It towered over both of you even as it crouched down, giving you both that unsettling grin while its white eye markings took in every detail. Adam was stitching the last of your injuries together with his powers, but he kept a wary eye on the new third member to your little party.

“This one…” its grumbly growl echoes as its finger pokes between your breasts, “pleases us.”

You could see Adam stiffen a bit. To say that he’d become protective of you over the last few months was an understatement. White gold eyes narrow at the shiny black digit that lingers against your body, and his lip curls in visible disgust as he watches the way those tendrils seem to writhe and pulse constantly beneath Venom’s skin. But before he could jump to your defense and play the chivalrous knight he so loved to be, you made sure to speak first.

“Is that why you saved us? Because I please you?” you accuse with a pointed stare.

It’s impossible to read the expression on Venom’s face or tell where its eyes linger, but it does cock its head to the side.

“Preposterous. It is our duty. We protect our team.”

Your brow furrows, but it states it so matter-of-factly that you can’t argue it. Though you can’t help but notice the way tiny tendrils seem to peek out curiously from its finger, spreading a few inches across your chest as they feel their way about. You’re about to swat its hand away, but it seems to notice your discomfort and pulls away, resting the offending appendage on its thigh.

Adam sighs as he withdraws his healing energies, a reaffirming hand on the small of your back as he helps you stand up properly. “So you are the new vanguard assigned to us. Tell me then why I sense the stain of Knull’s essence in your being?” His voice isn’t as hostile as you might have expected. There’s a cautiousness in his tone and in his movements, to be sure, but it’s clear that his curiosity has been piqued.

“Knull is just as much our enemy as he is yours, golden one,” it growls, squinting those wide, white alien eyes at your comrade. “We do not recognize his authority even if he is our creator.”

Adam’s lips press into a thin line. He closes his eyes and lets out a long sigh. “While I find it difficult to trust you easily, there is wisdom in your words. Wisdom I can personally relate to.” He nods, and the possessive grip he has on your back relaxes slightly. “Welcome to the team, Venom.”

The three (four?) of you fell into quite the, ahem, symbiotic relationship over the next few weeks. You worked quite well together: without the focus of the enemy’s fire, you were an unstoppable force, and Adam found it much easier to heal a target that mitigates much of the damage it takes in the first place. It also helps that the two had found common ground in something, even if it occasionally put them at odds.

They were both obsessed with you.

Protecting you, healing you, taking care of you, killing for you. You’d begun to notice the energy shift and just how acutely aware they both were of your wellbeing at all times. There were also the extra glancing touches, lingering glances. You were used to those from Adam before, but those had been ignited into a fury once Venom had begun them as well. At first it was unsettling, but you’d grown accustomed to the way its tendrils caressed and wrapped around your curves in passing. If it carried you to Adam for healing, you could feel the way stray tentacles explored, dipping and slithering about. Never where they shouldn’t, but the intention was still quite clear. And that healing energy, the kind that makes your knees buckle? Yeah, Adam had returned to applying that in full force.

It all came to a head when you were all turning in for the night during a scouting mission. You had some down time while waiting for the target to make a move, so you made camp in an abandoned convenience store in one of the more wrecked parts of the city. Lighting a fire could potentially draw too much attention, and seeing as you were really the only one to suffer from any sort of cold, it fell to Adam and Venom to keep you warm. As you all lie down on a makeshift bed of emergency blankets with bags of stale cereal for pillows, Venom is the first to make its move.

They bickered a little less nowadays, at least, so all Adam gives Venom is a slightly disappointed glance when those symbiotic tendrils curl around your body. Despite its intentions, they’re cold and slimy, and you shiver at the initial feeling. It responds by liquifying itself even further, enveloping your limbs and waist in a cold black that slowly responds to and encases your body heat. His instincts tell him to stop this, to save you from that inky embrace, but something stays his hand. Instead, Adam rolls onto his side, propping his head up as he watches the two of you.

“Is that… comfortable?” he asks with genuine curiosity as he watches the slick ooze form to your body’s shape. It stirs something in him, but he’s not ready to admit that yet.

The shuddering subsides as your body acclimates to its symbiotic cocoon. “It’s… warm now, at least. It’s not uncomfortable,” you respond. But, as a living entity, it seems the symbiote can’t quite stay still, pulsing and writhing against you. It seeps under your clothes, seeking out your body heat to better maintain it, and you squirm slightly. Body heat doesn’t seem to be something you’ll be struggling with for long, as your face begins to flush with the way those tendrils caress you almost lovingly.

Adam could have sworn he saw Venom smiling knowingly, but it could be so difficult to read its expression. Once he hears your staggered breaths, however, his eyes narrow even if he doesn’t make an immediate move. “What are you doing to her?”

“Keeping this one warm,” it responds with a guttural groan. You feel something stir against your backside, and it causes you to gasp. “We know of a good way to do this.”

The golden man’s throat goes dry as he watches. Your body squirms, yes, but it doesn’t look as though you’re trying to break free. And he of all people recognizes the flush on your face and that needy warmth that radiates from your soul.

You were enjoying this, even if you yourself hadn’t recognized it yet.

And then that long, pink tongue is snaking around your neck and teasing at your parted lips.

“V-Venom--?” you gasp.

“This one feels good on us. We would please you further, if you allow us…” it whispers, that normally grating voice taking on a low and almost seductive quality. “We have thought of this a long time.”

Those tendrils are dipping into your hero suit, teasing along your hip bone or touching just out of reach of your hardening nipples. It’s hard to breathe, not from the tongue that curls about your neck, but from the arousal that builds in your core. You ache with a primal need, you ache for more, so much so that you almost forget that Venom is waiting patiently for your permission. How quaint for a being that’s clearly fine with fondling you already.

“A…And Adam?” you finally eke out, and you see his cheeks turn a deep copper at your offer of inclusion.

“The… blindingly golden one may join. We do not care. We only wish to feel you and keep you warm. Hot.” A tendril finally snakes around your nipple, flicking over the bud beneath your clothes, and you breathe out a soft moan. “Quivering.”

For now, it’s all Adam can do to watch as Venom toys with your body, snaking between your legs and lifting one up as it begins exploring your thighs. Venom parts its symbiotic casing of you, and he can see just how wet you are already as it soaks through your clothes. Even that is done away with quickly as its appendages work in tandem to strip you, leaving you bare and naked before them both. A tendril slips down, sliding back and forth along your slit and coating itself in your wetness. It growls in satisfaction at the gasping breaths spilling from your lips.

“Y/N…” Adam groans. You meet his gaze, and you can see the struggle in his eyes.

The chill of night is all but forgotten as you moan feverishly at Venom’s ministrations, and Adam is finally spurred to action as he swallows those sounds with his lips on yours. This feels wrong, like he’s aiding in your defilement by allowing this symbiote to have its way with you, but then he feels your hand cupping him through his pants and palming at his hardening length.

“Y/N,” he gasps out, breaking the kiss as you stroke him back and forth. Your movements are much less sure than they usually are, distracted by the way more of Venom’s tendrils travel lower, lower…

They tease at your ass, slathering your skin in black slick as they poke and prod. It draws a staggered cry from your lips. Adam watches you in awe, twitches in your hand even as it falters, cupping your face in his hands before kissing you hungrily. Desire wins out over duty in his mind as he bucks into your touch.

“This one is responsive. We knew this would be enjoyable,” Venom growls before that tongue begins gently squeezing, restricting the air from your lungs ever so slightly. You see stars in your vision as the asphyxiation only turns you on further. “Yes, this one would take us both quite well.”

Venom’s tentacles spread your legs further as smaller ones thread their way into your anus, fucking in and out while your mind goes blank. Adam’s lips continue to devour yours, and it isn’t long before his tongue spears into your mouth, demanding even more. You’re desperately tugging at Adam’s pants with the hand that isn’t wrapped around his cock, and more symbiotic tendrils aid in your efforts to divest your mutual partner of the offending fabric. Adam kicks it off readily as Venom tosses it to the side. When that golden length springs free, you stroke at it with a renewed vigor and, much to your surprise, your hand is joined by a slimy black tentacle wrapping around the base.

“A-ah, that is-” Adam stammers, but his words are cut off by a broken moan as you and Venom work in tandem. That slick quickens and smooths your movements, acting like lubrication that leaves your golden god gasping for breath even as he kisses you again.

All the while, Venom continues adding more and more to your spreading hole, thicker tendrils fucking into you relentlessly. You can feel its cock resting against your ass and silently thank whatever powers are listening that this symbiote was kind enough to prepare you before spearing you with that.

As if it’s reading your mind somehow, you feel more than hear Venom’s growling chortle behind you. “This one still isn’t ready for all of us.”

You’re perfectly aware of that, and even still you feel a growing fire building in the pit of your belly. Tentacles squeeze and tug at your nipples while others dance along your folds, and one wriggles back and forth over your clit. A few even whip experimentally at your ass, and you choke out a moan despite the tongue that keeps a tight hold around your throat.

“Golden one. What is it that you normally do to this one to make them cry so deliciously?” Venom asks Adam, snapping the man out of his own building orgasm as he focuses his attention back on you.

“I-I,” he stutters, deciding actions would speak louder than words when said words fail him. The hands that cradle your head begin to travel, but one of them stays and presses two fingers against your parted lips. You stare at Adam with pleading eyes and pupils blackened with lust, eagerly opening your mouth further to allow him access. He slowly fucks your mouth with those digits as your tongue laves them with attention. He groans at the feeling, nearly forgetting his original intent.

And then the energy flows forth.

You practically go cross-eyed as those streams of golden energy spread through your body, caressing your tongue and filling your mind with pleasure. At that very moment, Venom’s tongue withdraws from your neck, allowing you to scream out as all of the sensations overwhelm you at once. Those tendrils filling you so deliciously almost seem thicker now, and you can feel the way they stretch your walls. Adam’s healing quite literally mind-fucks you, and the vein on his cock pulses as you continue stroking it. Your exposed neck doesn’t need to wait for long as sharp teeth sink into it. It’s a white-hot, searing pain, and you feel the warmth of blood trickling down your shoulder, but paired with the constant flow of Adam’s power, it’s replaced with pleasure as quickly as it hurts. You can feel the skin knitting itself together as Venom withdraws its teeth.

You’re so close. You can feel it pooling low in your stomach and they can sense it. Adam’s mouth waters as he continues thrusting his fingers into yours, mimicking the pace at which Venom spears you. Your fingers and Venom’s tendril wrap around him so perfectly. But it’s not enough.

“Need… Need to be inside you,” Adam finally speaks, and how can you deny such a request when those hooded milky eyes stare at you with such unrestrained desire?

Venom withdraws its tentacles from you just as Adam removes his fingers, and you whine at the sudden loss of stimulation. You were so close, and they were so mean for that.

Those are your thoughts, at least, until you feel Venom manhandling you so that you’re lying on top of it with your back on its chest. Its tendrils still slither and slide around your body, but you notice now that none of them seek to enter you. No. There was something altogether larger prodding at you now.

Sweat drips down your back as you begin to tense up. Venom’s tongue laps at the salty sweet of you as it positions itself, and your breath hitches in your throat when you feel the head of its cock slip inside with an audible pop.

And gods, that was just the head.

Breathing just got a lot harder. You're practically gasping, and you only barely notice when Adam kneels in between your parted legs. Inch by inch, Venom fills you from behind, stretching you for what feels like an eternity. It’s hard to focus on anything else when Venom is set upon rearranging your insides. Tentacles wrap around your breasts, squishing and tugging, and your head lolls back against Venom’s shoulder.

Slowly, it thrusts. A choked, almost pained cry gurgles from your throat as you’re stretched impossibly wide. With every piston it goes deeper, deeper, and Adam can only watch in awe while he reaches forward to massage your inner thighs. Trickles of healing from his fingertips leave delicate golden trails as they seep into your skin, soothing the stretch and helping you relax. Truly, he worries the two of them might break you as he watches the bulge forming in your stomach.

Your hands find Adam’s wrists and hold on for dear life, but such touches are short lived when Venom’s tentacles wrap around your arms and trap them above your head. Though, you can’t protest when it thrusts into you especially hard, bottoming out the last few inches in one fell swoop. In fact, you can’t say much of anything with the soundless scream that leaves your mouth agape. Your eyes roll back into your head as nothing more than vowel sounds break in your throat.

“The golden one hesitates… does she not please you…?” Venom asks as it makes a show of sensually sliding tendrils over your breasts, in the creases of your thighs, and wrapping about your legs before spreading them wide. It displays you like some sort of sick pin-up. “Do we not please you?” it asks again, and you lift your head to watch as those inky black tentacles slither over to Adam and wrap behind him. He yelps when he feels them tease at his entrance, falling forward onto his hands and nearly smashing his face into your heaving chest.

It’s unlike anything he’s ever experienced with you, but when those tentacles wrap around his cock at the same time, he’s bringing a hand to his mouth and biting down on his finger. His brow furrows and he whimpers at these sensations, and you feel your cunt drool when his golden length bobs at Venom’s ministrations.

Though it’s difficult for him to form thoughts, let alone words, Adam does his best. Your golden god looks so tantalizing like this, his face hovering just above yours as sweat beads upon his brow and high pitched moans whisper breathily from his throat.

“N-No… you both please me… hah… greatly,” he manages to speak, even as his body moves back and forth with the tentacles thrusting in and out of him. “I simply have never…”

“The golden one should fuck the pretty one. It will feel even better,” Venom growls before extending its tongue to dance and wriggle about your neck and chest. You moan in agreement with his words, struggling to make any other noises as your ass is filled with that slick black rod. Even if it feels like a suicide mission, you weren’t walking away from this until you had both of their cocks stretching you to capacity.

That is, of course, if you’re able to walk at all after this.

Venom offers you to him on an obsidian platter, and it’s getting harder and harder to refuse. You look so pretty with your hands and legs bound and spread, and it’s getting harder to think when those tentacles thrust just like that… and when he meets your gaze, he can see, no, he can sense the silent plea bursting from your soul. So he kneels before you, ready to line himself up with your entrance. Venom, ever the polite one, uses a couple tendrils to spread your glistening folds. It feels like a vice even as he barely enters you. He can feel the massive girth of Venom through the thin wall of skin separating them, making you tighter than anything he’s ever felt before. It nearly takes his breath away. And the way you squirm between them, helpless to do anything but accept every inch they give you… it’s a miracle he doesn’t cum on the spot.

You, on the other hand? Nothing could have prepared you for this fullness, for the way it steals the very air from your lungs. You’re gasping as Adam slowly slips into you, the breathy sounds accompanied with the tiniest of whines and whimpers. They both still inside you, and Adam braces himself with his hands on your waist as he at least has the forethought to pour that healing energy into your soon-to-be-battered womb. Whatever sting that still lingered from the stretch dissipates, and you heave a sigh of relief.

That relief is short-lived, however, once Venom decides to start thrusting in earnest. Adam takes it as his cue to begin as well, and the two of them alternate as they fuck you utterly and completely. Adam’s healing falters when the tentacles thrusting into him drive ever deeper, and you cry out in a mixture of pleasured pain.

“It is good you are here, golden one. We would likely destroy this one’s organs if you were not healing her,” Venom’s gurgled speech states through grunting thrusts.

You’re going to be completely ruined after this.

“Oh… Y/N,” Adam moans as he starts fucking you faster, his eyes shut fast as he focuses on the sensation of you, wrapped so perfectly and tightly around him, and your symbiotic partner, stroking deep into his rectum and sliding against his prostate. “V…Venom…”

You’ve been reduced to nothing but a cock drunk, babbling mess as they continue spearing in and out of you. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes and you sob out broken moans, curling your toes as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching.

“F…hah… uh… fuck,” you stammer, your body going limp in Venom’s hold as they take their pleasures from you.

Adam’s fingers find your clit and rapidly circle the bud just as you’d shown him to, except this time he’s pouring that golden energy into your bundle of nerves. A scream draws hoarsely from your lips as your hips buck wildly.

“This one is close. She wraps around us deliciously,” Venom states as its hips clap against your ass. It grips your hips tightly, almost painfully so, hammering in and out of your stretched and abused hole as you take every inch it has to give you.

“Y… Yes… it pulsates off of her… I…” But it’s all Adam can muster to make sure you stay healed, that you survive this brutal copulating, and he struggles to form a full sentence. The strange yet pleasurable cycle of your insides bruising and tearing only to be immediately healed with golden aphrodisiac overstimulates you until your head spins. It’s hard for him to focus when he feels a strong, deep pressure building. With how tight of a fit you are, you can feel the way his cock swells slightly with his impending release. It makes the bulbous head drag along your walls in just the perfect way with every thrust, and with the way he utterly abuses your clit with his healing…

“Mm… ‘M close… don’t… ah! Don’t stop,” you beg, your words a blubbering mess as tears stream down your face.

Adam’s free hand comes to cup your cheek, and you’re almost taken aback by the soft and tender gesture before he’s injecting golden morphine straight into your mind again. You scream and keen, arching your back as they thrust into you furiously. It’s all Adam can do to keep up with both pleasuring you and actually healing you. But then that taut cord snaps, and you’re exploding, white behind your eyes as crackling lightning meets golden threads and explodes into thousands of fireworks.

You’re given no quarter, no chance to recover, as they synchronize their movements, thrusting in and out at the same time. Your face is a mess of tears and drool, your jaw slack as you sob. Your body screams at you to get off, to get away from the sensations that threaten to overwhelm you completely, but Venom holds you fast. The torturous pleasure rewards you with a second orgasm far too quickly and you find yourself squirting onto Adam’s abdomen while your body writhes and convulses between them.

“Oh, gods, yes, Y/N! Yes, Venom, yes!” Adam moans his praises before he pumps into you with a long, drawn out groan, filling your womb with his seed. Venom growls its approval before letting out a roar, stilling inside you and streaming ribbon after ribbon of ichorous cum into your ass. It’s all you can do to stay conscious, let alone breathe, and your body twitches with the aftershocks of your orgasm and their brutal treatment.

Adam’s hand remains on your face and, being the first to recover slightly, now brushes a soothing and tender thumb over your cheek. The healing energy flows forth more quietly now, merely traveling forth to mend any lingering pains as the two of them begin to soften inside of you.

“Y/N… are you okay?” he asks softly, propping himself up so as not to burden you with his body weight.

Your voice is hoarse, but at least the pain of it fades as Adam works. Yet still, all you can manage is a dazed expression, a nod, and a hum of “Mhmm…”

As you all take a moment to collect yourselves and catch your breath, you hear vehicles in the distance and the shouts of several henchmen. Thankfully, they seem to be heading away from you this time. You’re not sure you could take on any bad guys right now.

Oh. Of course they were running away.

Sobered up from your orgasmic bliss, you let out a long, frustrated groan.

“So much for not giving away our location…” you mumble ashamedly.

A hum akin to a laugh rumbles in Venom’s chest. “It is no surprise with the sounds being made. This one is quite vocal.”

You groan again, hiding your face behind your hands. Adam finds himself chuckling too, even if this little debacle has put a handicap on your mission. “I am sure we will pick up on their trail come morning. But perhaps, for now, we all should get some rest?” he offers as he gathers his and your clothes and folds them into a neat pile.

Venom murmurs its agreement before it begins to envelop both of you in that symbiotic cocoon, surprising Adam as he finds himself pressed so intimately against you and Venom. But after that session, it’s hard to protest anything, and it isn’t long before you both fall soundly asleep in the embrace of your diligent vanguard.

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