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“Okay.” Eddie closes his eyes. “I’m- pregnant, right?”
“Yes.” Venom is half melted against him, occasionally squirming in pleasure.
“And- you couldn’t have mentioned it earlier?”
“We did not expect it to happen. Usually, we take your gender. Your people are very malleable.” He slinks down and nuzzles Eddie’s stomach.
“Yeah yeah.” Eddie finds Venom’s head, and strokes him. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“You are carrying my eggs,” Venom purrs, “Of course you love me.”
Eddie stops, eyes snapping open.
“You said- eggs. Of course it’s eggs.”
“You do not lay eggs?”
“No we don’t lay fucking- okay. Okay.” Eddie pulls in a deep breath through his nose, out through his mouth. “I don’t know why I was expecting anything else.”
“I am sorry, Eddie.”
“No, it’s okay. I should probably not be so okay with this, but- I’m the one fucking an alien, I should expect alien eggs.”
“It is very common.” Venom grumbles. “How do you spawn, anyway? You cannot use mitosis.”
“Live babies.” Eddie sits up, and dares to prod at his stomach- is it a bit more swollen than before?
“Live- how?” Venom looks offended. “Where do you keep them?” He noses up Eddie’s chest, over each nipple and- okay, one good thing about eggs, he’s probably not going to get tits. He hopes.
“In here, babe.” Eddie prods his stomach. “Nice and warm.”
“But how do you protect them?” Venom presses against his belly, nuzzling his belly button and tracing the line of hair that makes him shiver. “There are no bones! What if you fall, or something hits you?”
Eddie opens his mouth to say something but- Venom’s got a point. Eggs are probably safer.
“You see?” Venom settles down, satisfied. “Much better. Your clutch will be safe, and it is very warm in here.”
Eddie wonders what to say to that and just- gives up. This is his life now, and- weird as it is, it’s pretty good.
Sequel to this fic
“Okay.” Eddie closes his eyes. “I’m- pregnant, right?”
“Yes.” Venom is half melted against him, occasionally squirming in pleasure.
“And- you couldn’t have mentioned it earlier?”
“We did not expect it to happen. Usually, we take your gender. Your people are very malleable.” He slinks down and nuzzles Eddie’s stomach.
“Yeah yeah.” Eddie finds Venom’s head, and strokes him. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“You are carrying my eggs,” Venom purrs, “Of course you love me.”
Eddie stops, eyes snapping open.
“You said- eggs. Of course it’s eggs.”
“You do not lay eggs?”
“No we don’t lay fucking- okay. Okay.” Eddie pulls in a deep breath through his nose, out through his mouth. “I don’t know why I was expecting anything else.”
“I am sorry, Eddie.”
“No, it’s okay. I should probably not be so okay with this, but- I’m the one fucking an alien, I should expect alien eggs.”
“It is very common.” Venom grumbles. “How do you spawn, anyway? You cannot use mitosis.”
“Live babies.” Eddie sits up, and dares to prod at his stomach- is it a bit more swollen than before?
“Live- how?” Venom looks offended. “Where do you keep them?” He noses up Eddie’s chest, over each nipple and- okay, one good thing about eggs, he’s probably not going to get tits. He hopes.
“In here, babe.” Eddie prods his stomach. “Nice and warm.”
“But how do you protect them?” Venom presses against his belly, nuzzling his belly button and tracing the line of hair that makes him shiver. “There are no bones! What if you fall, or something hits you?”
Eddie opens his mouth to say something but- Venom’s got a point. Eggs are probably safer.
“You see?” Venom settles down, satisfied. “Much better. Your clutch will be safe, and it is very warm in here.”
Eddie wonders what to say to that and just- gives up. This is his life now, and- weird as it is, it’s pretty good.