#dark!venom

[nocek]

Wade is always winning at the pay attention to me game.

In this case grand prize is hour long lecture about spiders reproduction (and also genetics, don't forget the genetics ;P)

[strawberrylind]

can’t wait for the three on rotten tomatoes king

[chickengodnoodle]

Realization I made about my comfort movies last night

[papenathys]

"Authors should be allowed to explore dark themes in fiction! WRITING IS NOT CONDONING!"

That's so cool dude I agree with you absolutely!!! I am also against censorship and purity politics in fiction!!!! Wait dude- what are you doing- why did your white MC just call their POC love interest a racial slur and assault them......... ah........ I'm "moral policing" you???........ I see I see , my bad....... I just thought when you said you're "anti censorship" it meant you wanted to meaningfully explore complex themes in fiction........ oh nvm you just wanted to write a dark romance with a barely legal teen banging a 35 year old and not be judged for it........ My bad dude. My bad.

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Hennessey Super Venom Mustang Dark Horse, 2025. The Mustang tuner has presented their latest edition featuring a supercharged 850hp Coyote 5.0-litre V8 equipped with upgraded fuel injectors and engine management plus a high-performance supercharger. There is also a carbon fibre bodykit

[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.

[fyeahygocardart]

Reptilianne Echidna

[allangelschaos]

[j0celynh0rr0r]

Serpents

[ilikedetectives]

"Coming back for another bite, t'iss'tess?"

Art by Sasha-SK (x)

[kinoselynn]

mask! copy.

[jakegyllenbaalz]

tom hardy and benedict cumberbatch in stuart, a life backwards (2007)

[ponderosa121]

Dark Avengers. Daken & Mac!Venom. I love this run so much still.

[nika6q]

So I'm starting to wonder if there's been a fundamental misunderstanding about Hunter's heightened senses. There's the assumption that it's things like smell and hearing, like a wolf. But the only one we really know about is his electromagnetic detection..... Like a platypus.

[starfuckerzzz]

shoutout to old metal band posters, gotta be one of my favorite genders

[thewindowofthesummerhouse]

Juan Ferreyra