#ch; venom

[mutantjellybeans]

I will be honest I get a lil defensive when venom starts trending bc it’s such a big hyperfixation for me like these guys don’t even know venom and eddie canonically have 8 children together

[hanasnx]

" AND THE SPIDERMAN IS ALWAYS HUNGRY " — venom.

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ NOTES: takes place within the marvel's spider-man 2 game timeline. WARNINGS: fem reader ノ established relationship ノ predator/prey dynamic + kink ノ kidnapping ノ stockholm syndrome ノ explicit sexual content ノ dubcon ノ finger coiling in hair mention ノ hands wrapped entirely around a torso mention ノ decided not to do tentacle porn for this one ノ p in v ノ objectification.

You can hear the thunder pound against the entrance to his lair, demanding passage, sending a great storm to tear down the walls and wet the earth it's denied. Your companion believes himself to be larger than life, and above the travesty of natural disasters. Its tendrils house its cave, keeping the harsh weather out—and you in.

Before your abduction, your last ditch effort to appeal for your own life was to befriend this... stranger. You're unsure of what it is, or who it claims to be, other than the English name it gave you: VENOM. Apparently, you've got a PhD for a reason, because you're still alive, yet he won't let you leave. Lab conditions are not ideal, but he fetches what you list rather intelligently. It makes you wonder how he knows so much about Earth, when he's informed you that he's not from here. You hesitate to call him an alien when he looks so humanoid. He's rather affectionate with you to an uncomfortable degree, rewarding your dedication to his cause with experimental touches you do your best to appropriately shy away from. You've seen what he does to those that disappoint him, and his form changes shape at will. Some nights you wake up in a cold sweat after he's speared you through your gut with his sharpened hand in your dreams.

"Your... meteorite- it's under ground. I've yet to pinpoint the exact location but—" you explain, and you hear the husky sub-vocals of interest, exhaling as he looms over your shoulder to eye the monitor you're typing on. His jaw opens, and that sickening tongue slithers out like a snake, wetting his glistening razor teeth. You gulp as you watch him cautiously, your stomach churning at the sight of him move in slow like a predator, so close to your body. The weight of his hand at the back of your chair alarms you, and your neck begins to ache from how your crane it to look up at him. "—I'll... have the... coordinates... by morning..." you trail your words. Subconsciously, you lean away from him, but what's an inch of space when your companion fills a room?

He hums appreciatively, which comes out as a rumbling growl. When you were first captured, such a sound might've caused you to tremble, but you're a little more used to him now, so you avert your eyes to stare at the screen, the only brightness in the room. The weight from your chair shifts, and you tense. You don't dare move a muscle, and your eyes brim with moisture from refusing to blink. A palm sets on your shoulder, it's heavy and there's no warmth to it. Vaguely damp, it bleeds a cold through the material of your shirt and a strength pulls you in its direction. For a second—a second—you question if you should've revealed you might've outlived your usefulness. The gruff hum nears, and a presence ventures impossibly closer, and out of instinct you shy away, pinching your opposite shoulder up to angle your head, protecting your neck. A wet and gummy sensation presses its pad to your cheek, and the quietest squeak of disgust escapes you, narrowing your closest eye as it travels up to leave a slimy trail in its wake. His tongue licks up your jaw to your temple, matting up the hair it touches.

Air cools the sodden path he left on you, and when he seems pleased with himself, he leaves you. A powerful shudder shoots up your spine and with a shaking hand you wipe off the evidence of his affection with your shirt sleeve.

Now, you don't shy away nearly as much. His plans have been delayed, but you've come to look forward to his little signs of endearment towards you. A finger that coils a lock of your hair around it, a bundle of your things he retrieved from your apartment for you, even going as far as to use his strength to raise your arm and twirl you like a little doll. Small actions that are evident of some strain of humanity, however buried deep inside underneath his toothy exterior.

After you realize your bravery, you come to ask him for more attention. You run a hand down his cheek, trace a fang, invite yourself onto his lap... He takes note of your bids.

Swapping pleasure becomes as easy as sharing breath, and love-making with him is nothing short of violent. Large hands encircle your torso entirely, claws bluntly dig into soft flesh, prickling your skin in a most delicious way as a rod he fashioned for you divvies up your insides. Your palms are flat on a surface, bracing his weight as he pushes into you. As if he did it on purpose, the phallic shape he formed has a girth a size too big, watching with intrigued interest at how your little pleasure hole struggles when stuffed full. He curls his great body forward, that slippery tongue's tip slotting into the dip of your tailbone, and tracing the line up your spine. You shiver, your palm coming to one of his fingers on your waist to wrap entirely around it.

Like a weightless toy, Venom handles you effortlessly, pushing and pulling you to seat fully on his length just as he offers his hips to you. The noises you make is like music to him, pressing his chest to you so he can be as close to your symphony as possible. You turn your head, brows pinched and pretty countenance skewed, panting like a little desperate animal. A delicate sheen of sweat layers your skin, the taste of it intoxicates him, and he wetly licks another stripe on your neck, molding it against your jawline until you angle your head. Your own hangs out of your mouth, chasing his, and he obliges you, entwining his coiling tip around yours just as he sheathes, forcing a choked sound out of your throat.

Now that you've invited him, he advances, the girth of his tongue causing your jaw to ache from being pried open as he fills another one of your holes. That crooked grin doesn't bother you as milky white eyes observe your strange and addicting behavior, feeding off the chemical in the brain he's inhabiting.

[levithestripper]

i need to see eddie and venom making out sloppy style

[zeeckz]

[formula-fun]

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[revelisms]

Excerpt: Ghost Stories

Mel and Elora set out for answers.

From 'a drop of venom in your gin,' a work-in-progress Western AU centered on Mel and Sevika.

"Copperhead?" mutters Mel from her disgruntled velvet corner, where she sits draped head-to-foot in white—a rare sight of prestige, in these parts.

The carriage her assistant had brokered her seemed hellbent on convincing them to turn back, with every hour crossed west. She'd been nursing a headache since they'd left the Piltover Bridge, five days ago; the horrid contraption clobbered over every rut and rock in sight.

"Indeed," Elora huffs, bracing one palm upon the carriage's panelling. The tassels stapled to the awning lurch into a jovial thwack. "My word. In—in any case, there has been a suggestion that she is....in charge, so to speak—"

"Kino made no mention of a woman." Mel laces her hands firmly in her lap, brushes her thumb over the golden ring at her finger. "I'd have known. If he was working under any, I'd have—"

"Councillor." Silence elks uncomfortably between them. "If I may," Elora continues, quietly, "we know very little of the situation."

For minutes, Mel studies the red earth that stretches bland and endless beyond the carriage's windows. The view comes as much a strange comfort as a pit of dread within her. 

"I am familiar with these territories, Elora. The sheriff and I are well-acquainted." Gold glints beneath her twisting nail, and stills. "And I have heard no word of this. Nothing. This—it is highly unusual."

"Could your brother have been—" The carriage batters over a sequence of broken stones. "Well. It's just—there has been word, you know, in the Council—"

"If this is about the dust, I want to hear nothing of it."

"It's become quite the lucrative trade."

"It's vile." A set of black-varnished nails click stiffly upon the door's handle. "He would have had no part in it."

Elora lifts her chin, stares silently at the dry brush that thistles past the panes. Mel knows her discomfort comes partly from her dress: the lace has laid an incessant itch, for hours. Her throat swivels against it, now. "The traders call it shimmer. It may be worth looking into, is all."

An impulse to smile cuts across Mel's mouth. She stamps it down. "And this...Copperhead. She's running it, then?"

"Not a runner, no. But there is a connection."

"To the trade, at large?" Another jitter of Mel's fingers. "A hunter, then," she gravels. "And, pray tell—who employs her?"

Now, her assistant's discomfort comes bone-deep: nothing to do with her clothes. "From what I've heard," she murmurs, "a man who is supposed to be dead."

Mel does smile, then: a lax crook at one side. "Ghost stories." She reclines back into her seat, hands laced. "Take my advice, Elora—don't get too excited." Her eyes trail over the silhouette of a town blazing on the horizon. "There's a dime a dozen of those, here." 

[daughter-of-melpomene]

HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY, RIO VARMA!!

“Venom” OC — born March 19th, 1987

General Taglist: @hiddenqveendom, @foxesandmagic, @artemisocs, @reyofluke-ocs, @endless-oc-creations, @stanshollaand, @ginnystilinski-reblogs, @luucypevensie, @ginger-grimm, @arrthurpendragon, @fakedatings, @impales, @claryxjackson, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @eddysocs, @lucys-chen, @ocappreciationtag. (Also tagging @xoteajays.)

[coredrill]

the tonal whiplash takes me out every time i watch this

[strivia]

Thinking about Giovanni declaring Martin his enemy. Scenes of all time.

[a-not-so-clean-blog]

not sure if you still take nucani requests so feel free to ignore this if not, cockwarming with the boys? Either them inside the reader or reader inside them

I do still take nu carnival requests! Sorry I haven't posted about them in so long, I've been trying to finish some fic sequels and also obsessing over assassin's creed...

I'm working on a bj headcanons for the boys too, so I haven't completely forgotten about them! I can definitely do your request too!

[mutantjellybeans]

New venom movie coming out and my hyperfixation is back in full force so if anyone wants to talk about venom comics I’m here (just not the 2021-onward comics because I fucking hate the current run)

[torntruth]

solidarity is definitely using hand signals and touch more as communication for your mute companion.

[webshootersandwingdings]

Venom is no match for Blade 🗡️

Marvel’s Midnight Suns

[thefandomlesbian]

Here's hoping six weeks off of work will give me time to finish my WIPs!!

[lordgodjehovahsway]

Numbers 21: God Gave The Canaanites Over To Israel To Completely Destroy

1 When the Canaanite king of Arad, who lived in the Negev, heard that Israel was coming along the road to Atharim, he attacked the Israelites and captured some of them. 

2 Then Israel made this vow to the Lord: “If you will deliver these people into our hands, we will totally destroy their cities.” 

3 The Lord listened to Israel’s plea and gave the Canaanites over to them. They completely destroyed them and their towns; so the place was named Hormah.

The Bronze Snake

4 They traveled from Mount Hor along the route to the Red Sea, to go around Edom. But the people grew impatient on the way; 

5 they spoke against God and against Moses, and said, “Why have you brought us up out of Egypt to die in the wilderness? There is no bread! There is no water! And we detest this miserable food!”

6 Then the Lord sent venomous snakes among them; they bit the people and many Israelites died. 

7 The people came to Moses and said, “We sinned when we spoke against the Lord and against you. Pray that the Lord will take the snakes away from us.” So Moses prayed for the people.

8 The Lord said to Moses, “Make a snake and put it up on a pole; anyone who is bitten can look at it and live.” 

9 So Moses made a bronze snake and put it up on a pole. Then when anyone was bitten by a snake and looked at the bronze snake, they lived.

The Journey to Moab

10 The Israelites moved on and camped at Oboth. 

11 Then they set out from Oboth and camped in Iye Abarim, in the wilderness that faces Moab toward the sunrise. 

12 From there they moved on and camped in the Zered Valley. 

13 They set out from there and camped alongside the Arnon, which is in the wilderness extending into Amorite territory. The Arnon is the border of Moab, between Moab and the Amorites. 

14 That is why the Book of the Wars of the Lord says:

“. . . Zahab in Suphah and the ravines,     the Arnon 

15 and the slopes of the ravines that lead to the settlement of Ar     and lie along the border of Moab.”

16 From there they continued on to Beer, the well where the Lord said to Moses, “Gather the people together and I will give them water.”

17 Then Israel sang this song:

“Spring up, O well!     Sing about it,

18 about the well that the princes dug,     that the nobles of the people sank—     the nobles with scepters and staffs.”

Then they went from the wilderness to Mattanah, 

19 from Mattanah to Nahaliel, from Nahaliel to Bamoth, 

20 and from Bamoth to the valley in Moab where the top of Pisgah overlooks the wasteland.

Defeat of Sihon and Og

21 Israel sent messengers to say to Sihon king of the Amorites:

22 “Let us pass through your country. We will not turn aside into any field or vineyard, or drink water from any well. We will travel along the King’s Highway until we have passed through your territory.”

23 But Sihon would not let Israel pass through his territory. He mustered his entire army and marched out into the wilderness against Israel. When he reached Jahaz, he fought with Israel. 

24 Israel, however, put him to the sword and took over his land from the Arnon to the Jabbok, but only as far as the Ammonites, because their border was fortified. 

25 Israel captured all the cities of the Amorites and occupied them, including Heshbon and all its surrounding settlements. 

26 Heshbon was the city of Sihon king of the Amorites, who had fought against the former king of Moab and had taken from him all his land as far as the Arnon.

27 That is why the poets say:

“Come to Heshbon and let it be rebuilt;     let Sihon’s city be restored.

28 “Fire went out from Heshbon,     a blaze from the city of Sihon. It consumed Ar of Moab,     the citizens of Arnon’s heights.

29 Woe to you, Moab!     You are destroyed, people of Chemosh! He has given up his sons as fugitives     and his daughters as captives     to Sihon king of the Amorites.

30 “But we have overthrown them;     Heshbon’s dominion has been destroyed all the way to Dibon. We have demolished them as far as Nophah,     which extends to Medeba.”

31 So Israel settled in the land of the Amorites.

32 After Moses had sent spies to Jazer, the Israelites captured its surrounding settlements and drove out the Amorites who were there. 

33 Then they turned and went up along the road toward Bashan, and Og king of Bashan and his whole army marched out to meet them in battle at Edrei.

34 The Lord said to Moses, “Do not be afraid of him, for I have delivered him into your hands, along with his whole army and his land. Do to him what you did to Sihon king of the Amorites, who reigned in Heshbon.”

35 So they struck him down, together with his sons and his whole army, leaving them no survivors. And they took possession of his land.

[daughter-of-melpomene]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀

❝ Rio Varma was decidedly not a hero. Given his mile-long rap sheet, history of being in and out of jail for various petty crimes, and mild dependence on weed, it didn’t really seem to be in the cards for them. No, heroes were supposed to be noble, honest, paragons of virtue; Rio was full of chaotic energy and intrusive thoughts, acted on his impulses way more often than they should’ve, and had once stabbed a guy for trying to rip off his pot dealer.

Granted, the guy had wound up being totally fine. Still, it served as a prime example of why Rio was not cut out to save people.

However, Rio was a mutant, blessed with the ability to manipulate any technology or machinery they could get his hands on. They’d been keeping this power a secret since he’d discovered it at fifteen, shortly before their mom had died and he’d become a ward of the state, but using it to repair crappy old laptops while pretending they were just a tech whiz had managed to get him a job at a small tech repair company who were blessedly willing to overlook their record, so he figured it couldn’t be the worst thing. They supposed he already had half a million weird little things about them, so what was one more?

Another person who had half a million weird things about him was Rio’s next-door neighbor, Eddie Brock. Rio knew the guy’s past, knew that he was a former reporter who’d fallen from grace and that he was the guy to talk to if you wanted to get in the good graces of the lady who ran the corner store by their shitty apartment building, but he also knew some things that Eddie would probably rather everyone else not know. They knew from listening through paper-thin walls that Eddie had a tendency to argue with himself, that he occasionally liked to respond to himself in an impressively deep voice, and that, judging from the amount of crashing Rio had heard come from his apartment, he was incredibly clumsy. So yeah, he was a little bit nuts, but Rio liked people who were a little bit nuts, and anyway the guy was pretty sweet and definitely good-looking, if a little awkward.

So, to recap, Rio generally spends his days surrounded by people who are pretty weird and definitely not heroes, and being pretty much the same - until a fucking scary fanged creature starts running around the streets of San Francisco, taking down criminals and occasionally taking bites out of them. Kind of inspired by this freaky anti-hero to take some action of his own, Rio decides to fashion a kind of crappy-looking disguise and mask, use their powers to make some halfway decent weapons, and head out onto the San Francisco night to kick some bad guy ass under the chosen moniker of Detonator.

And then he promptly runs into that same black, fanged monster that had inspired them in the first place, discovers that that monster shares a body with his cute neighbor, and accidentally reveals their own identity in the process. Thankfully, this doesn’t turn out too bad, as Eddie valiantly prevents his body buddy from eating Rio and also promises to keep Rio’s secret and maybe team up occasionally, as long as Rio doesn’t tell anyone about him and Venom (because apparently the black goop monster that shares his body has a goddamn name - Rio is nowhere near stoned enough for this).

Yeah, Rio Varma maybe be sort of a hero now, but he’s frankly pretty fucking bad at it. Then again, so are Eddie and Venom… so maybe the three of them can be shitty, screwed-up vigilantes together.

And hopefully more, at some point, if Venom can stop asking Eddie if he can fucking eat Rio. ❞

General Taglist: @hiddenqveendom, @auxiliarydetective, @foxesandmagic, @artemisocs, @reyofluke-ocs, @endless-oc-creations, @stanshollaand, @ginevrastilinski, @luucypevensie, @arrthurpendragon, @fakedatings, @impales, @claryxjackson, @ocappreciationtag. (Also tagging @dancingsunflowers-ocs since she was excited for this!)