#venom symbiote x male reader

[miguel-owhora]

thinking about eddie eating your pussy out, has you flat on the bed, his calloused hands spreading your cunt open. his tongue dips inside your hole, listening to your low groans and breathy whimpers, taking note of how you stiffen when he takes your cock into his mouth, suckling on the engorged thing, how you tremble.

it's a type of pleasure you can't explain. the feeling of his beard and his mouth on your cock, fuck, you can't help but roll over yours onto his face... and eddie gets an idea. he taps your hip and, though flustered with a pretty blush across his face, asks you to sit on his face.

through some shuffling you end on eddie's face, grinding on it. you're careful not to lay your complete weight on him, even if he insists, begs, for you to do so. you silence him with the taste of your pussy, drooling into his mouth, tcock bumping against his nose as he all but eats you out.

it goes like that for a while, with eddie pliant underneath you, letting you grind against his face to your liking... until you give a sharp startled and aroused moan when the texture of his face and mouth change.

you gasp out venom's name when his tongue unfurls inside your cunt, easily prodding at your sweet spot; has you doubling over you. the symbiote's transformation was too quick for you to stop, but with how good his mouth feels, why would you ever think of stopping him?

venom growls out something unintelligible, claws grabbing onto your waist and easily forcing your weight onto him—which is featherweight for him. he grinds you onto his tongue, one of his fingers moving onto your cock and rubbing it, just like how he's seen eddie do to you several times. while he never understood the way humans mate, he finds he quite likes the sounds that slip from your mouth; but not as much as he likes the taste of your pussy.

your orgasm comes quicker than expected, and you're helpless to do anything but throw your head back and groan out some guttural variation of venom's name, clenching around his tongue. venom enjoys the treat you offer, eagerly licking up the excess slick that builds up, before taking out his tongue and flicking it over your sensitive cock that has you jerking your hips.

you're panting, supported only by venom's hands that keep you propped up. the symbiote licks his maw, chasing the aftertaste of your pussy, and in typical venom fashion, growls out in a pleased tone, "mm, boy pussy."

[pastelclovds]

thinking about eddie crying against the bedsheets, his legs trembling and struggling to holding his ass up while you eat him out with so much love and hunger. meanwhile venom growls out devious fantasies inside eddie’s mind. how he wants you to ravage their hole until it is swollen and full of your cum before riding your face and making you clean your mess up. that thought alone was enough for eddie to let out a pathetic moan and make his cock twitch between his hairy thighs.

venom was about to spew out another fantasy before he and eddie let out a pleasurable gasp in unison when your fingers replaced your tongue and began to roughly thrust them in and out of their lubed hole. eddie pleads with tears in his eyes for you to let him and venom cum, venom wasn’t far from acting like slut as he fought back the urge to take control of eddie’s body in favor of riding you until he was breathless. you looked down at your boys with a loving smile before leaning down, pressed a soft kiss on eddie’s shoulder, and gave him and venom your permission to let go. they both saw the pearly gates and made a mess on your sheets. oh they were so grateful to have you in their lives.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 24

Edddie Brock/Venom + Symbiosis

Just got back from the Venom movie, and sadly I didn’t enjoy it very much. But it did rekindle my love for Eddie and Venom. Readers got a symbiote named Whistle.

This probably has what counts as mild body horror in it? Just symbiotes being weird and bonding.

no spoilers for Venom: The Last Dance.

2024 kinktober masterlist

Date nights were an experience nowadays. Back when you and Eddie had just been the two of you, things had been much easier. You would go out for dinner, back when Eddie was a reporter and you a renowned professor at Empire State university. Back then you two could easily afford pricey dinners and way too expensive bottles of wine. Afterwards was a leisurely walk or drive back home, where you two would chuckle and sneak kisses as you pawed at each other. It regularly ended with you two barely making it to the couch before the passion took over.

Now though, with two symbiotes involved, having some privacy was hard. In the beginning it completely put a stop to your intimate life, even as Venom and Whistle both asked about it, or made raunchy comments.

But then the two symbiotes became involved in whatever you would call your relationship, Venom called it a polycule, Whistle called it a collection of passion and fornication. It did mean you and Eddie never got to kiss in peace, Venoms tongue always sliding into your mouth, or threads of whistles white body slithering against Eddies face and neck.

The symbiotes were a species that reproduced asexually, Venom and Whistle had both told you and Eddie that. But for two being from an asexual species, they sure were horny. Whistle more than Venom it seemed. Venom liked the slow game, slowly teasing Eddie over a day, where Whistle liked to milk as much out of you as possible until you couldn’t feel your legs.

Nowadays Eddie wasn't a reporter, and you weren’t a professor. Hed been pretty much banned from New York, and the people who had chased him out came after you too, going as far as making it seem like you had tried to take potshots at Tony Stark of all people.

Then came the whole thing with the symbiotes, a black mass of writhing black sinking into Eddie, as the slurpy tentacled white pile that was Whistle sank into yours. It felt like how you imagined being devoured must feel, from the inside out. You could feel Whistle slithering throughout your body, sinking into your veins and filling your veins.

Their being was thick but thin, everywhere but nowhere, all at once. Some semblances of reality told you that you were on the floor, arching and gurgling like a drunk choking on their own vomit, but all you could focus on was how Whistle seemed to fill all the empty crevices of your being, before they settled.

Eddie wasn’t faring much better, but he and Venom got themselves together first. You and Whistle had only bonded perfectly when you four were outside the facility, you thrown over Eddies, Venoms? Shoulder as they fled. Whistles voice was scratchier and higher pitched than Venom, it reminded you of those screamo artists whose voices were so raspy that it was hard to understand.

Many things happened after that, from other symbiotes to serial killers, there really was no way to put it all into words. It felt like you two, four, never had a moment of rest until it all was over, and you could slump down in the ransacked apartment you shared.

It was Venom and Whistle that wanted to go on a date night first, deciding that going out as the lethal protectors counted as such, you and Eddie mostly being dragged along for the ride. They swam and devoured fish, drank stolen alcohol even if it didn’t affect them, and settled on the bed to swirl their long tongues together like a pair of snakes.

It felt like an out of body experience, almost. With Venoms inky black hands rubbing up and down Whistles shiny white torso, their beings melting together before reforming again somewhere else, their black and white swirling together in a hypnotizing pattern.

The two symbiotes curled their mass from your faces, letting Eddie and you sloppily roll your much smaller and less flexible tongues together, filling the room with the wet smacking and sucking noises your kissing made. You could feel Whistle and Venoms masses sliding between you, swapping places yet staying at the same time, they were everywhere and nowhere, just like the first time you bonded with Whistle.

You could hear whistle purring in the back of your mind, strands of symbiotic mass rubbing against the surface of your brain, whether it was Venom or Whistle wasn’t something you knew, but it made you arch and gasp. The move was copied by Eddie, who’s eyes fluttered and flashed white for a moment, Venom bleeding through to the front for a moment before receding.

You didn’t even know where your cocks were in all that writhing mass. You could only guess Eddies thighs were pressed against your own, your two alien lowers rocking you back and forth, frotting you two together and smearing your torsos in your combined fluids.

Maybe it was all the cannibalism you had committed with Whistle inside you, but part of you wanted to devour Eddie. Like you could open up your chest cavity and pull him inside and become one, in the same way you did with Whistle and he with Venom.

The thought made all four of the beings on the bed moan, two human, and two alien, Venom conjuring that image to the front of your minds. Together you could be the greatest being. Apart you were all losers, but if you became one, then not even Knull could stop you.

It was hard to tell if you had cum during all of this, all pleasure centers of your body continuously stimulated by alien touches but inside and outside your body, Eddies arms wrapped around you, and you Eddie, trapped you in a moving cocoon of symbiote.

There was something fucking in and out of you, something Eddie must have been experiencing too from the way he moaned against your neck, Venom and Whistle pulling you harder together, as if they could somehow make you merge the same way they did.

Was it Venom or Whistle fucking you? or was it both? Which one of them had slithered a thin tentacle of symbiote down your cock, pressing cruelly against your prostate from the front and the back. Which one was massaging and sucking at your pecs at the same time? Which of your symbiote lovers was curled around your lungs and heart, squeezing them just enough to make your weak human body panic enough for it to become arousal.

Did it even matter? Together you four were something beautiful, something so inhumane it would be called demonic. But so many things were. When people didn’t understand, they feared, and God were Venom and Whistle worth fearing.

Eddie was keening against your neck, his sweaty face glued against your skin, his noises breathless and panicked, but so hot and aroused too. What were they doing? A mental flash of Eddies spine and ribs, intertwined by black and white symbiotic mass flashed before your minds eye, making you twitch and moan.

He had always been so needy and sensitive, even when it was just you fucking him. It was never enough, and back then you two just had to settle with the fact that you could never fill him enough for him to feel full. But now? Now it wasn’t just dirty talk or fantasy, it was so very real and fulfilling.

You could feel Venom sliding against your tongue from Eddies, like some strange thread of wiggling living saliva, Whistle meeting them halfway and coiling together into a knot. They had supressed your gag reflex a while ago, so you didn’t cough or gag as you felt symbiotic mass tickling the back of your throat from both the inside and outside. It all felt like too much all at once.

It was perfect, in its own sick unimaginable way. Something you couldn’t even have theorized back when you were still a respected professor, back when your days were filled with studying animals and humans.

The rumbling you could hear both inside and outside had to be your symbiotes purring, their intense rubbing, tugging, filling and emptying slowly ceased, instead starting to feel more like a full body massage. Your dick was aching and sore, honestly everything was sore in a way you couldn’t explain. Even your pores and blood veins ached pleasantly, like a muscle after a workout.

Eddie was limp and panting on top of you, arms still wound around you even as the symbiotes pulled back, focusing on cleaning you two up and getting watered and fed. “ever thought you’d be fucking aliens Brock?” you chuckle shakily, voice raspy from all the abuse your throat had been put through.

Eddie just grunted in reply, nuzzling his face a little further under your chin. “He has had many fantasies” Venom purred with a toothy smile, their pill shaped head hovering as tentacles rubbed you two clean. “But has he” Whistle hissed like an explosive, but a very pleased one at that.

You just huff a bit at the two, letting your eyes slide shut, ignoring how you felt Whistles mass run across your eyeballs to rub them clean before settling back against your spine, protecting your vital organs.

Venom and Whistle were still loosely draped over Eddie and you, acting more like a weighted blanket instead of a confining mass. Exhaustion was pulling at the edges of your mind, the purring of your symbiotes, Eddies slow breathing as he had fallen asleep almost immediately, and the influx of pleased chemicals in your brain acting like a lethal combination. Maybe date night wasn’t too bad, you did want a bit more of a warning next time…

[starch1ldz]

Venom au

Emily: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Morgan: Weak. I sleep with a gun.

Spencer: You’re both pathetic

Morgan: What do you sleep with?

Spencer: Y/n.

[supercap2319]

Venom: *Doing karaoke and looking at Peter* "I heard you're back together and if that's true, you'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you. If you want forever, and I bet you do, just know you'll taste me too."

Peter: "Y/N? Stop showing Venom popular pop songs."

[honey-flustered]

Kinktober Day 18: Aphrodisiac + Oral Fixation + Body Hair

Eddie Brock | Venom x Ex!Younger!F!Reader

Summary: Venom uses honey from your purse to whip up some tea for you and Eddie while helping you study. Little did he know, that honey has some…interesting side effects.

Warnings: dub con elements, exes to friends to lovers, accidental aphrodisiac, sub!eddie x horny!reader, consumption, teratophillia, not lore accurate, oral fixation (licking, biting), some scratching, oral through underwear, premature ejaculation, body hair kink, some hair pulling, threeway kiss, venom and reader are in cahoots, french kissing, some dry humping, age gap +18 reader, bimbo!reader, basically whole lot of tongue action

To this day, 7 months later, Venom still curses Eddie for letting you go. Blah, blah…she’s young and going to university…blah blah…new experiences. If long distance is really that hard, why is it that it only took Eddie 3 hours to drive to your dorm? If he was committed to your throupling, he’d make the commute everyday to see you.

But Ole Venom supposes he shouldn’t be too hard on Eddie. After all, he’s attentive enough to Venom where he notices his changes in mood. Especially when Venom’s in one of those depressive states where he desperately misses you; with the occasional breaking of items to cope with his pained feelings. Whenever he’d get this way, Eddie would take them up go a trip to you and you’d be the three musketeers.

This weekend being a three-day weekend excited Venom for things he had in store. He’s determined to win you back even in spite of what Eddie says because sometimes he just needs a push in the right direction.

Venom likes to think he’s become that of an expert at romance, having read enough gossip magazines and advice columns to say as such. He knows the love languages and he’ll be sure to use his tongue precisely for speaking them to you.

Yeah, he knows Eddie’s been suspicious of his saint behavior since their arrival—the rules were clear not to make any plans of winning you back—but Venom’s entitled to a little bit of rule-breaking. He hovers around, content as he watches Eddie and you laughing during your study session. If he sets the mood just right, things would get more intimate.

He then recalls a fact he’d gotten from an issue of Chic Heat Magazine that explains how tea can make people more susceptible to suggestion because it calms you. If you’re relaxed enough, you might take them back.

So he excuses himself to the kitchen, preparing some rose tea for you all to enjoy. You’d just run out of honey but you had some packets he’d noticed in your bag earlier, hopefully you don’t mind.

Once he returns to the circle, you beam at his gesture. “V…you are such a cutie. Thank you so much.”

“I wouldn’t say that too soon,” Eddie says in a tone that is both jest and serious. “We’ll check the state of the kitchen in a minute.”

You shrug. “No worse than the state I left it in.”

“You’ve gotta be more responsible, babygirl.” He frustratedly sighs.

“I’m studying. That’s pretty big for me,” You defend. “Usually I’d just flirt with the T.A. for the test answers or cram the day of. But I’ve been trying because you said I could do it.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. Really proud of you, buddy.” He says, patting your knee and earning a smile from you.

Then, you’re taking a sip of your tea wanting to give Venom the praise he deserves. Your eyes brighten soon as the first sip stains your tongue and goes down your throat . “This is really good, V. Seriously. I couldn’t have done this better myself. What’d you put in it?”

“Honey…” He begins.

“Oh, I could’ve sworn I ran out—”

“…the ones in your purse.” He finishes.

Your eyes nearly leave your skull. “H-how many?”

“5,” He answers proudly. “Wanted to make it extra special for you.”

“Oh, it’s extra special alright.” You say with a nervous laugh.

“Everything okay?” Eddie asks in concern.

“Mhm,” You hum between a strained toothless smile. “L-let’s go back to studying, yeah?”

“What’s in those things?” Eddie questions, his investigative nature getting the better of him.

“Nothing to be concerned about…” Your words escape you when you see that Venom has already retrieved the emptied packet for Eddie to review.

“Sweet Honey Rush? You said you wouldn’t intern with these guys,” Eddie says. “Didn’t you read my story on them secretly being behind these campaigns for increasing the national birth rate. I sent you a link on Facebook. We’re like breeding stock to them.”

“No person younger than 35 uses facebook anymore, Eddie,” You argue. “And besides they were offering some really good benefits if I interned with them.”

“Like getting free honey packets?”

“They aren’t for me…they’re for me to give out to some college students. It’s the new craze. Everyone’s talking about. There’s even a challenge of it on TikTok. You wanna see?” You’re about to pull out your phone but he stops you.

“Don’t you see that they’re purposely targeting the younger population?” Eddie scoffs.

“No, I think I gave one to my pervy old maintenance man,” You justify but Eddie shakes his head in disbelief at you. “Oh come on. It’s not like they’re as good as you think them to be. Venom said he’s added five and you don’t see me on all fours with my tongue out, do you?”

“I guess you’re right.” He says.

“Good. Now pretty please read me the next chapter.”

He smiles. “Of course.”

Venom is stumped. This is not at all going the way he’d planned. Instead of relaxing, it’s only made things more tense between the two of you. He was going to need to intervene internally.

“It’s taking effect.” Venom says from within.

“How are you so sure?” Eddie answers back into the mindscape.

“Come on, Eddie, I know it’s been months. But tell me you haven’t forgotten the way she looks when she really, really wants you,” Venom purrs. “Look at those eyes glossing over, darkening when she rakes them over you. She’s biting her lip—ha! She isn’t paying attention to your words.”

“You’re wrong. It’s nothing like that.” Eddie says trying to maintain focus by reading to you.

“I’ve been inside her once,” Venom continues. “I can sense the changes in her body even long after we’ve separated.”

“She’s just fine.” Eddie says in clear denial.

“Then ask her if she heard what you just said. Better yet ask her anything, she’ll probably say ‘yes’ to it all if it meant having our cock inside her.” Venom chuckles wickedly.

He’s reluctant, not wanting to embarrass you, but Eddie tests Venom’s theory anyway in hopes to quell his curiosity. Why on Earth would you want them back when you had so many different options at college? The sooner Eddie could disprove his claims, the sooner they can put aside that hopeful part of them that thinks the relationship could work.

“Hey, um, by any chance do you wanna share a jar of olives together?” He asks.

“Yes.” You sigh dreamily.

He perplexedly blinks at your reply to his absurd question. You hated olives.

“Babygirl, are you paying attention?” He asks.

“Mhm.” You nod still looking at him as if he hung up the stars. And now that Venom pointed it out, Eddie, too, could see your telltale sign in just the way you clenched your thighs together alone.

“Oh, really,” He asks, cupping a hand under your chin; his fingertips dimpling your cheeks. “What did I just read to you?”

“The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell?”

“We’re studying American History, angel.” He smirks.

“Sorry, daddy,” You say, taking them completely off guard. Eddie hates how he instantly hardens at thought as if he’d taken the aphrodisiac, too. “Can I make it up to you? Taste you.”

“Yes!” Venom says.

“No,” Eddie protests. “You’re not in the right state of mind, missy. You’re going to bed, if you decide to take care of yourself on your own that’s your choice. In the morning if you still feel like you want to, then we can—”

“It’s only an aphrodisiac, dude. Not a drug. I’m not out of my mind for wanting you inside me. Both of you.”

“We’re in!” Venom says ready to reach out for you but Eddie smacks his dark tendril from your reach.

“No, we’re—” Eddie’s cut off by your lips on his. Somehow, Venom was able to sneak his mischievous tentacles around and bring your heads together.

You immediately get to work french kissing him passionately and tugging the hair on the back of his neck. His beard burns your face from the rough friction of the make-out session but it doesn’t deter you from being more forceful.

Venom’s tongue joins into the entanglement flicking and gliding between you and Eddie’s tongues, gathering a mixture of your salivas.

When Eddie breaks the kiss, you’re at his thick neck licking and biting away while Venom’s eager tongue, slithered and constricted around your body like vines.

“Stop. You don’t…” Eddie’s interrupted by yet another one of your lingering wanton kisses, finishing his sentence once you break apart. “…want this.”

“I’ve never stopped wanting you,” You suck on the space connect jaw and his neck before dragging your teeth along the vein. “Please fuck me.”

Eddie’s still too afraid to answer, cradling the back of your head while your lips and tongue continue their assault on his body.

“Fuck, babygirl,” He groans, missing this feeling of you devouring him as if he were a buffet. You and Venom were always big tongue enthusiasts wanting to put your mouths around anything that attracted you including Eddie.

His eyes flutter shut and you crawl into his lap, grinding your hips down while you tasted what you could. You pay special attention to his plump lips, licking and biting them.

“Can I go further?” You ask him.

“You heard Venom—”

“What do you want?”

“I want you.”

At his admission you moan, not being able to take it anymore. You and Venom work in sync. He begins to remove Eddie’s clothes while each sink that’s exposed you go over it with your tongue.

Eddie’s really hairy so occasionally your tongue would run over a patch of hair and you’d give it special attention.

“Fuck, I think I might actually cum from this alone,” He laughs bashfully, surprising himself. “I’m so sensitive for some reason.”

You dip your tongue into his belly-button, swirling it around before your tongue finally trails down to his throbbing bulge. It jumps in his khaki shorts the moment you place your tongue’s pressure directly on it. He shudders, his fingers through your hair.

The feverish heat of the effects take over you just as you pass the first barrier, bringing his pants down around his ankles. Venom lifts you by the waist for a moment, adding a pillow underneath for your knees. You run your fingers along the underside of his tentacles—where it’s most sensitive for him—as a thank you.

You’re not gentle at all once you spot the wet spot on Eddie’s underwear. He’d cum already and had been too ashamed to speak up. He could already see you making an old man joke about him needing the honey packet more than you but instead you went for his soul.

Immediately, you clamp your mouth around the clothed tip to suck at the sticky essence. It’s so sensitive he could cry, it’s as if the aphrodisiac is giving him a contact high.

He tries to pull your hungry mouth from him but is thwarted when Venom wraps a snaky limb around his wrists, pinning him down.

“Oh god, fuck. Baby…please.” Eddie whimpers.

You drag your nails along his little belly, gripping and pulling the tiny hairs of his happy trail while you sucked him off. Another one of Venom’s tendrils finds their way between your legs, teasing your little nub. You let out a shuddery gasp, your warm breath skirting over his now exposed veiny length.

You trace your tongue on the lightning-patterned cock, tasting the addictive earthiness of him. You’re gushing wet and ready to their cock and Venom could very well slip a wriggling tendril inside of you this instant…

…but he’d rather Eddie get first dibs.

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Sex - Venom x ftm!Reader

A/N: Omg I love Venom so much. He’s so 🤤 Anyway, I hope this doesn’t read too rushed. I wrote half of it while out and about, lol. Let me know if I missed any warnings

Written for this request

Dividers by @/kodaswrld

CW: Venom uses it/its pronouns; scent kink?; there’s a fair bit of smelling the Reader in this; language; mentions of Eddie; mentions of sex as a bargaining chip; don’t read if you don’t like Venom’s tongue; Venom has a prehensile tongue; mentions of sex; wall sex; explicit sexual content; smut; ripping clothes; implied consent (?); Reader’s arousal is called slick; Reader’s parts are called dick and hole; enthusiastic consent; oral sex (Reader receiving); mild dirty talk (?); edging; fingering; implied multiple rounds; implied penetrative sex

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“Oh, Ven, fuck!” You yelp and squirm as it lifts you up like you weigh nothing. Its black arms holding you securely against the wall.

You wrap your legs around its waist, pulling it closer. “Hello to you too, big boy.”

Venom rumbles, nuzzling its face into your neck. ”We missed you.”

You shiver as its tongue comes out and slides against your neck. “Long day, huh?”

“The longest.” It breathes in your scent, a purr-like rumble starting in its chest. “Eddie made us do boring things.”

You chuckle, tracing your hands along Venom’s muscular shoulders. “Oh, I bet it was so boring. Were you good for him?”

Venom grins, its teeth pressing against your neck. “We didn’t come out even once.”

“Oh, good boy.” You press a kiss to its forehead. “You’re being so well-behaved recently. Any particular reason?”

Venom rumbles again. “Eddie promised us sex.”

You raise an eyebrow. “He what?”

It licks up your neck, tracing a sensitive spot with its tongue. You shiver, a noise catching in your throat.

“Eddie promised sex if we behaved,” Venom continues. “He said you’d be proud.”

You’re starting to see the picture. While you’re not proud of your boyfriend using the promise of sex to keep Venom in line, you can’t deny that there’s an appeal for you there.

Eddie’s been rather busy, too busy most nights for anything but a quickie. And while you’re definitely not complaining, you have missed being fucked.

And you’ve never really been opposed to adding Venom into the mix.

“Oh, did he?” You press a kiss to its cheek. “I’m guessing you want your reward now, huh?”

“Yes!” Venom presses closer to you, large hands sliding to your ass. Your face warms but you grin.

“Wanna do something Eddie can’t?” You know the offer is irresistible. If there’s one thing Venom loves more than chocolate and sex, it’s one-upping Eddie.

Venom’s eyes widen. “What?”

You lean in, lowering your voice to a dramatic whisper. “Eddie can’t lift me long enough to fuck me against this wall. But you know who can?”

“We can!”

You grin, nodding. “You can. So, what do you say, I go change and then we have sex, huh?”

Venom hums, eyeing you. “What if we just rip those pesky clothes off you instead?”

You pause. You really shouldn’t say yes… but the idea is quite tempting.

It seems to take your hesitation as a yes. With a growl, it slides a knee underneath you, holding you up as it grips your pants. It rips the fabric in two like paper, tearing it right down the seam.

It’s hotter than you’d expected, and you can feel the slick gathering against the crotch of your boxers. “Fuck, Ven. That was hot.”

Venom chuckles, low and deep. It shifts you, dipping down to nuzzle against your exposed boxers. You whimper at the friction against your dick, forcing yourself to keep your hips still.

“Ven, what are you—“

“Hush.” It snakes its tongue out, sliding the length of it up the crotch of your boxers. Smearing its saliva along the fabric.

You gasp, gripping onto its shoulders tightly. “Oh, fuck!”

“We can smell you,” Venom rumbles. “We want to taste you.”

There’s no way you can say no. Not when it’s pressing its face to you and breathing in like it can’t get enough of your scent.

You can feel yourself getting wetter, your slick pooling and soaking through the already damp fabric.

“Oh, god, Ven. Yes!”

Venom growls softly, shifting you so it can reach with one hand. With a single claw, it slices through the wet fabric, exposing your parts to the air.

The sudden rush of cold against you as you whimpering, clenching around nothing.

Venom groans, eyes glued to your slick parts. “Your body was made to be consumed. Putting out such delicious liquid for us to eat.”

Its tongue snakes out and swirls against your dick, making you cry out. You scrabble at its shoulders, panting as it rubs your dick so perfectly. The warmth of its tongue and the slipperiness of both saliva and slick just add to the sensation.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

The tip of Venom’s tongue teases your hole, just barely dipping inside. You moan and it lets out an answering rumble.

Slowly, it slides its tongue inside you, rubbing at your walls with the tip, searching for that spot inside you. You cry out as it finds it, pleasure spiking in your gut. “God, yes! Ven, right there!”

It teases you for a while, rubbing against your sweet spot, keeping you on the edge of orgasm until you’re begging for release.

Venom pulls its tongue out, and you almost sob from the loss. Your cry turns into a strangled gasp as two thick fingers are shoved into your hole. They’re bigger than you’ve ever had before, just the two barely fitting inside you.

You pant and moan as it fucks you with its fingers, curving them just so to send you crashing over the edge. You cum with a gasp of his name, drenching his fingers in slick.

Venom pulls you to its chest, keeping its fingers inside you. You whine a little, wrapping your arms and legs around it. “We’re done already…?”

Venom chuckles, the sound low and deep and vicious. “No. We’re just getting started.”

It carries you to the bedroom, setting you down on the bed. A third finger nudges at your hole, making you whimper. “What…?”

Venom looms over you, teeth gleaming in the low light. “We want sex. We’ve got to stretch you out for us. Make you all nice and loose for us.”

You clench around his fingers at the thought. He’s so big, you can barely imagine how large the rest of him must be. No wonder he’s trying to stuff you full. You don’t even know if you’ll be able to take him.

Venom smirks at your look, eyeing you hungrily. “We’ll make it fit. No matter how long it takes. Eddie wants it, and we want it too.”

You just moan and nod. You can tell it’s going to be a long night, and you are so looking forward to it.

[shrowded-eng1ma]

MK1 Intro Dialogues with a Venom (SM2) Reader

Characters; Liu Kang, Kitana, Bi-Han, Ashrah.

Notes; Reader has the venom symbiont, hinted romance.

——

Liu Kang; You must get rid of that symbiont!

Venom Reader: Why? It makes me stronger! Makes me more competent!

Liu Kang: Please! You need to head my warnings!

Venom Reader: The warnings of a god that failed to make a good timeline? Even with the power of destiny, your still a failure!

Venom Reader: We. Are Venom.

Liu Kang: No, your my friend.

Venom: You won’t take them away from me.

Liu Kang: I will be rid of you from them, demon!

Venom: You can’t take them, their anger towards you keeps them from you

Liu Kang: Spew your lies in the netherrealm demon.

Kitana: what happened to you!?

Venom Reader: Nothing bad, I’ve simply gained a power up.

Kitana: You’ve not been yourself. Please take the suit off

Venom Reader: How do you expect me to take, US, off?

Kitana: i COMMAND you to-

Venom Reader: YOU HOLD NO AUTHORITY OVER ME!!

Venom Reader: Why must you stand against me!?

Kitana: I stand against you, FOR you! The suit must come off!

Venom: We are free from you

Kitana: You are NOT y/n! I’ll end you to get them back to me!

Venom: We ARE Y/n, you will be ours soon~

Kitana: I do not belong to you, vile creature!

SubZero: You finally show your TRUE strength.

VenomReader: I have no idea why I was scared.

SubZero: You will obey me!

VenomReader: How can I trust a traitor?

SubZero: You dare go against me!?

VenomReader: I have no use following a traitor of his own realm!

VenomReader: You had it all, and threw it away. For what? Power?

SubZero: Who are YOU to criticize ME?

Venom: Failed in gaining power, failed as a brother and son. You’ll be a failure during Kombat to.

SubZero: Without y/n, YOU are pathetic and weak!

Venom: You don’t deserve to be cured

SubZero: As if I’d stoop so low to seeked help from YOU!

Ashrah: I sense evil from that… thing

VenomReader: DONT CALL US A THING!

Ashrah: Get out of them, demon!

VenomReader: your the only demon in sight!

Ashrah: I will rip that demon from your bones to free you!

VenomReader: Much like you did to your sisters?

VenomReader: You can’t even save yourself!

Ashrah: These are not your words.

Venom: Join us..~ and we will heal all the realms together~

Ashrah: I’ve been promised something like that before. I will not fall for it again!

Venom: Y/n is MINE!

Ashrah: Their heart only has room for one demon, me!

-Done

I’ll post another blog, this time with a SpiderMan reader (both adult and teen variants) with Shang Tsung, Sindel, Reptile, and Tanya.

[depresssant]

thinking about a venom!reader in the MHA world...

ok i got very carried away with the dabi part but ykyk. uh two are platonic yan and the other is romantic. but basically, i was thinking about a quirkless reader who becomes the host for venom in the mha world. how cool would that be?

maybe i'll do a deadpool one as well, but i love venom too much atm.

⏤ venom!reader: you're just a quirkless reporter with a dark past. you work⏤well, worked for a news channel diligently, making sure to bring justice if not through a quirk, then through a camera. that is, until you investigate a company accused of trafficking quirkless civilians to test for quirk development. however, the chairman of the company doesn't take kindly to your intrusion and has you fired.

⏤ venom!reader: you sneak into the company's lab with the help of one of the chairman's closest scientists. you stumble across an alien, symbiote, from a whole different planet. this symbiote picks you as its host and you now have a literal parasite feeding off of you. the chairman is ecstatic since none other hosts have lived as long a you, so he sends men to capture you but venom is having none of it.

⏤ venom!reader: you escape from the chairman's men while accidentally getting your boyfriend, soon-to-be fiancé murdered in the process. you swear to get revenge, and the hero commission is more than willing to turn you into a hero if it means using you to push their agendas.

⏤ venom!reader: you accept despite knowing this won't end well. your mind is on revenge and revenge only. you want to murder the chairman, but for now, you have to bide your time. you're paired with the pro hero hawks, and he wants to be your friend so damn bad. you're assigned as an apprentice under the number one hero and decide to use these people to help you with your revenge.

— venom!reader: you're able to charm everyone with a charismatic personality. okay. that was a lie. you're brash, reckless, and stubborn, but perhaps that's something the number one hero's masterpiece loves about you. you're like... the wild older sister that's always bringing chaos to the family. you take shoto todoroki out on outings when you're not working yourself to the bone, and it warms his icy heart. you return to his home bloody and bruised up after a long day of fighting villains, and the first thing on your mind is to help him with his homework? the way you look after him is so domestic and familial.

— venom!reader: you make shoto want to keep you in his home forever, away from harm's way. you're destined to be his older sister, and there's no way you can be anything else, right? he doesn't know you don't really care about him. you just treat shoto todoroki well to get on his father's good side. but he finds out your true feelings the night you spend rambling off in a drunken haze to fuyumi, who may as well be as wasted as you. you and her talk about one day moving and leaving everything behind, and shoto can feel his entire world fall apart. no. no. no. no. you and fuyumi are his older sisters! you're supposed to love and care for him. nothing more! your jobs have gotten into your heads too much! he can't let either of you leave. no. he won't let either of you leave. you've become shoto's lifeline, and he'll die of you disappear.

— venom!reader: if you aren't hunting down the people on your list at night, you spend the day doing the commission's dirty work. your partner, hawks, who aides you with your work, isn't the most tolerable person to be around, but he pays for your food every time the two of you go out, so you're not too keen on dropping him just yet. his constant remarks about how you should be his apprentice instead of endeavor's are a bit annoying, but you brush them off. the heroes working directly for the commission are all fucked up in some sense. you would know since you've worked for them, and your old partner form the old days is no exception. he shows you off to the media as his best friend, but just because the two of you hung out so much back when you were younger doesn't make you friends. at least in your eyes.

— venom!reader: you don't see the maniacal glint in hawks's eyes when he looks at you. he looks at you as if you're the entire world, but you don't even spare him a single glance. why? why do you not smile at him like you used to? why do you keep a distance from him? why? why do you hate him? why won't you just LOOK at him? why? why? why?

— venom!reader: weeks after the grand chase between you and the corporation's men, you're still left with a terrible reputation. you work as a hero, but the people view you as a villain, and your symbiote doesn't really help in fixing your tarnished reputation. so many people died because of the chase. you seem like such a villain. would it be surprising if you tried to join the league of villains? you join hawks as a mule in the l.o.v after much conviction, and none of the villains unsettle you as much as that guy, dabi.

— venom!reader: dabi's gaze unsettles you. it feels like he's picking you apart with his haunting sickness that has you questioning how good of an actor you are. he's clearly done his research on you when he asks about your apprenticeship under endeavor and how you live with the man. there's distaste in his tone not for just the todoroki family, but you too. the two of you fight a minute into the conversation, and you evade him so quickly, he's quite embarrassed. the two of you are forced to partner up multiple times, and it's the usual mean and snarky banter that has both of you wishing death upon the other.

— venom!reader: walking in on blood running from his eyes, you offer him your help to which he denies quite harshly. but you're adamant on gaining the trust of the league, and dabi's too tired to deal with you so he lays back on the couch and lets you clean up all the open wounds he's got. touch makes him disgusted. it has him wanting to hurl and scrub away at his skin till it bleeds all over again. but you're touch... isn't so bad. you handle him with care, something dabi thinks he's never felt before, and even though he feels that similar nausea creep up his throat, he can still let your hands ghost over his stables and open wounds.

— venom!reader: you're able to read him like an open book, and dabi hates it so damn much. he hates your sarcastic remarks. he hates your brash and reckless behavior. he hates how you treat him with such gentle care. like... like you actually care about him. it reminds him of fuyumi. he misses her. you're like her. then, he sees you get a call from that brat—that "masterpiece"—and dabi's blood boils a fury. you talk to that twerp with a tone full of care and understanding. why won't you talk to him like that? why is his puny little brother able to call you older sister? why do you smile at his words? you're supposed to smile at him. let him be your brother. damn it, the scarred villain will do anything if it means taking away everything endeavor and his damned masterpiece love. but you? endeavor doesn't matter at all. he just wants to see you call him brother. once. just once. though, dabi knows he'll lose it if you give into that wishful thinking.

⏤ venom!reader: you don't realize just how horrifying of a situation you've found yourself into until you are gifted the dead body of your next target with the name of the villain that killed the person carved on their back. there's eyes always on you, and red feathers constantly litter around the corners of your apartment. but you brush it off. you know, but you push it aside. your revenge was more important. you're so dedicated to your cause that it starts to take a toll on you physically and mentally.

⏤ venom!reader: you turn more and more villainous as you take away the lives of all the people standing in your path of revenge. you've become a blood-thirsty anti-hero, feeding your parasite human brains and yourself the blood of your enemies. you're getting closer and closer to your goal, but at what cost? the lives of so many that you've lost count? innocent and guilty—you're losing your ability to differentiate. blood, guts, and revenge are the only things on your deranged mind.

⏤ venom!reader: you keeps pushing the brewing situation away until you're running away from the very heroes and villains that are after you. you're like a ghost with how you've disappeared, but it seems like no matter where you run to, you're enamored admirers will always find you.

also, if ya'll are looking for a story with this prompt or premise, i've got the one for you. my book is called venom (link btw) and idk... now that i've gotten my e-begging out of the way, enjoy ur day.

[theres-a-body-here]

Darling~

Miguel O'Hara x Male!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 |

As Miguel slipped in and out of consciousness, he became vaguely aware of being dragged along the hallway by some unknown force. It wasn't until he regained some level of lucidity that he realized it was one of your black tendrils wrapped firmly around his ankle.

All around, the sounds of battle echoed - cries of pain and success melding together, only to become silence as you took him deeper into the structure's internal complex.

You hummed softly to yourself, navigating the maze-like corridors with ease while keeping Miguel close at hand

"V-Venom," Miguel managed to croak out, struggling against the paralyzing effects of Scorpion's poison coursing through his veins.

Continuing the journey deeper into the base, you cast a tender gaze upon Miguel. Your voice held a sickly sweet tone, gently whispering words meant for his ears alone.

"We've missed you so much, amor."

Miguel, however, was barely holding on, fighting back waves of nausea caused by the debilitating toxin coursing through his veins. He opened his mouth to respond, but only managed a pitiful moan in reply.

The sudden ceasing of movement rouses Miguel from his drowsy state just enough to notice you stopping in front of a door marked by a prominent medical symbol.

Everything became hazy again as your slimy, black tendrils went to work on breaking through the keypad lock securing entry.

Then, everything went black for Miguel…

~~~~~~~~~~

A low hum gradually filtered into Miguel's awareness, slowly awakening him from unconsciousness. He groggily blinked open his eyes, greeted by a harsh glare emanating from the sterile white ceiling above him.

Disoriented, he soon discovered he lay atop a cold metallic stretcher, rigid and unforgiving beneath him.

Grunting in discomfort, Miguel rolled his head to the side where a tray of medical supplies rested on wheels. Various syringes and vials occupied its surface, suggesting recent use.

Just as Miguel started to relax, a chillingly serene voice invaded his personal space.

"We were worried you wouldn't wake," you said nonchalantly, studying him with such intensity.

Startled, he whipped his head towards the source, finding you perched comfortably on another bed nearby.

Eyes locked onto yours, Miguel felt his blood run cold at your unsettling calmness – unmistakably predatory in nature.

An oppressive silence filled the space between you both, punctuated only by the relentless buzzing of fluorescent lights above.

Unsettling tranquility hung heavy in the air as you leaned forward expectantly, ready to continue your conversation.

"We hope you were dreami-"

However, before you could finish speaking, Miguel sprang into action. In one swift motion, he flung himself off the stretcher, grabbed its metal railing, and hurled the entire thing directly at you with impressive speed.

You remained entirely unfazed by the incoming projectile as long tendrils burst forth from underneath your clothing, effortlessly stopping the stretcher mere inches from your face.

Each individual strand contorted and flexed in unison, crushing and tearing into the metal structure with minimal effort before casting aside remnants like discarded waste material.

As quickly as it had begun, it ended; an eerie stillness hanging in the air.

Miguel was gone.

"Rude."

There was no anger in your tone - simply mild irritation tinged with disappointment.

~~~~~~~~~~

Miguel sprinted through the winding corridors without looking back, every fiber of his being urging him forward. Every muscle screamed in agony as he rounded corners and vaulted obstacles with newfound determination.

Eventually reaching the expansive hub of activity, he observed countless Spider-People working alongside each other, collectively pushing back against an overwhelming tide of evil forces.

Relief washed over him momentarily, replaced almost instantly by renewed determination - finding Spider-Byte and fixing The Go-Home-Machine was now mission critical.

~~~~~~~~~~

Suspended midair via tendrils looped around his neck, Hobgoblin gasped for breath while desperately thrashing around in random directions. His struggles proved futile against your iron grip; eyes bulging in terror as he looked at your calm expression.

You waved a photograph casually under his nose, tapping at the figure of Miguel. Two other figures were captured in the image, but they had been scratched out with sharpie in an erratic way.

"Have you seen him pass by?" You asked sweetly, casually flicking your wrist in a manner that tightened the hold slightly – eliciting a panicked yelp from the trapped villain.

With subtle adjustments to your grip, you allowed enough leeway for Hobgoblin to speak freely without fear of suffocation taking over completely.

His voice trembled as he stammered out his denial. "No, I swear! Never seen him!" He insisted, frantically shaking his head to emphasize sincerity.

You dismissed Hobgoblin's protests with a simple hum, signaling your skepticism but accepting his statement nonetheless.

You released Hobgoblin abruptly, your tendrils flinging him through the air until he collided with a nearby wall with bone-crunching force. Dust clouds rose as he slumped to the ground lifelessly.

Your attention shifted towards another hostage suspended upside down by your tendrils - a Western-style cowboy hat obscuring most of his face save for a pair of terrified eyes peering back at you warily through his red bandana.

"¿Y tú, arañanita?" you queried gently, pulling him closer while pressing the photograph up against his masked face for emphasis.

"Have you seen him?"

Unease etched across his features as he examined the snapshot showing Miguel's likeness within its borders. Despite attempts to hide his recognition behind a facade of stoicism, the slight twitch of his eyebrow revealed the truth.

He knows

"I don't even know who he is," he lied smoothly, maintaining composure despite the racing rhythm drumming through his body like wildfire.

Yet as his gaze met yours, fear gripped him fully as he saw a knowing look reflected in your irises and a faint smile gracing your lips.

You know

"We're in a hurry, so we'll make this quick," you murmured soothingly.

With those final words uttered, two thick tendrils snaked their way around his skull, muffling any protest that lingered on his tongue thereafter.

Within moments, the helpless cowboy found himself engulfed in complete darkness due to your suffocating grasp covering his face entirely.

His muffled cries grew louder but ultimately faded into the air of the isolated area.

[erynaster]

Hi! This is a request I've asked other writers on the site, but I'd love to see your take on the idea!

I'd like to request a Wednesday x Venom!Reader, with Wednesday discovering the reader's secret by following him around...

Love your stuff, btw!

Of course! And thank you. :>

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Venomous Encounters

Summary: You and your symbiote wind up in a different world, where you attempt to start a new life for the both of you.

Word Count: 1,762

Pairing(s): Male!Venom!Reader x Wednesday Addams

Warning(s): Slight gore, slight violence

A/N: This one turned out much better than expected. I hope you all enjoy!

"This is a stupid idea."

Your symbiote says in your ear, as you peer around a corner to survey a holdup taking place by the cash register.

"Since when were you my voice of reason, Ven?" You whisper back, taking note of the gun pointed at the head of the frightened cashier standing behind the counter.

"It would be unwise to do anything to draw attention to us right now. Need I remind you that this is not our home universe. Uncharted territory." The symbiote warns you with a tone of urgency.

You grit your teeth. "Yeah, you've got that right."

It was only yesterday when you and Venom had suddenly appeared in this new world, which was startlingly similar to your own. You were just leaping from rooftop to rooftop when all of a sudden a strange light had engulfed you and transported you in the middle of a dark forest. Finding your bearings, you had stumbled upon a town called Jericho, where you and Venom decided to lay low for the time being.

But now, you were hungry.

Very hungry.

Your symbiote's hunger was your own. And by now, it was running out of nutrients to sustain the both of you.

That was all about to change at this very moment.

"We've got no choice, Ven. It's now or never." You whisper, just as black goo begins to engulf your body, permeating through your skin and wrapping around each and every one of your limbs.

A long, black tendril shoots out and grabs the offender by the wrist, causing him to drop the gun in surprise. He turns in your direction, and his face pales in utter terror.

Where your face was was nothing but rows of sharp, white teeth, and as the man's eyes searched for yours, they found nothing but two blank white sclerae, the lack of irises quite disturbing. As he mouths wordlessly, you can feel your jaw open as three words escape your lips.

"We... are Venom."

Lunging forward, you give the man no time to scream as your jaw closes around his neck, your symbiote's hunger satisfied at last.

...

Wednesday Addams stands outside the convenience store, just in front of the police tape circling the establishment. Amidst the wailing sirens, a white-faced employee was testifying to a police officer that he had seen a hulking black monster rip off the head of a man right in front of his eyes, before escaping through the door and leaping out of sight in the direction of the forest.

Now, Wednesday loved a good mystery. And this was yet another one of the strange occurrences that have happened to the town in the span of time that she had been at Nevermore.

Monsters and murders were her specialty, apparently.

She walks over to the police officer, who was observing two men carry out a body bag coming from the establishment.

Noting the absence of a bulge where the head should be, Wednesday tears her eyes away from the corpse to speak with the cop.

"Which direction did he say the monster was headed?"

The cop jumps in surprise at being addressed, looking Wednesday up and down as though sizing her up.

Deciding that she was no threat, he nods, pointing in the direction of the woods.

"There, into the forest. You better stay indoors, miss. It's not safe out here tonight."

Ignoring the last comment, Wednesday heads in the direction that the officer pointed out, with all intentions of getting to the bottom of this bloody mystery once and for all.

...

"That was reckless! Stupid!"

Venom yells in your ear as you jump from branch to branch, your clawed hands finding traction as you heave yourself from tree to tree with surprising agility and stealth.

"Who are you to tell me I'M being reckless, Ven? You were never the subtle type, either." You retort, surprised at your symbiote's wary behavior.

The symbiote groans.

"We drew far too much attention with that meal! That place will be swarming with cops, investigators, reporters! It won't be safe to return!"

You stop your travel momentarily by leaping onto an overhanging branch, catching your breath for a moment as the black goo seeps back into your flesh.

"A pity. I really liked that town, it's small, cozy, quaint..."

"You can't possibly be thinking of staying, now are you?"

"You can't blame me. It'll be a chance for us to start over. Where no one knows our name."

"We are the Lethal Protector! We do not 'settle down'. We go where the wind takes us!"

You don't answer, now that the sound of rustling leaves caught both your attention.

"Someone's coming."

Venom morphs himself all around you once more, scanning your surroundings like a predator stalking its prey.

A figure wanders into view, inspecting a few broken branches that you had left in your wake. They linger for a moment next to the trunk of a tree, where claw marks could be seen etched upon its surface.

"Told you so."

Venom extends a tendril and quietly lowers you just behind the figure, and you land on the ground noiselessly. Standing six feet tall, you pose menacingly as you wait for the figure to sense your presence, and for a confrontation to begin.

The figure stiffens up, finally aware that they were not alone. In one swift motion, they draw a sword from seemingly out of nowhere and whip around, pointing it straight at your heart.

The two of you stare at each other, at a loss for words.

It was a woman. A young, dark-haired girl with pigtails, a pale white face, and an emotionless expression. There was something about her cold, expressionless stare that felt almost deadly, and this was something that you strangely admired, odd as though it was in the moment.

On her part, she didn't know what she was looking at. Of course, she had an idea of what to expect, but it was certainly not this. A hulking, black figure with rows of sharp, white teeth, with two blank sclerae for eyes staring curiously into her own. And though the sight of you would send just about anybody else screaming and running in the other direction, there was something about you that was oddly mesmerizing for her. Something intriguing.

She lowers her sword, letting it fall to her side as she looks you up and down, as though sizing up her opponent.

"... What are you?"

Venom smiles, opening up half of its face to reveal your own, causing the young girl's eyes to widen in shock.

"We are Venom." You say in unison, just as Venom starts to retreat back into your body, leaving you rather exposed.

The young girl continues staring.

"You're human."

You grin. "Well... mostly."

You didn't know what to do. Instinct was pulling at your every nerve, telling you that this woman was dangerous and that fleeing was the best option at the moment. But... you couldn't.

"Who are you?" You ask. "Where am I? What is this place?"

Her gaze turns cold.

"I think that I have the liberty of asking the questions first. You just committed a murder, and that blood on your hands gives you no right to be asking questions just yet. So I will ask you again. What are you?"

You sigh. Though it was in your very power to leave, you decided that it would be best to make fewer enemies and more friends, dare you say the word. And to do that you would need to cooperate.

"I am Y/N L/N. I am a human. And I have this parasite—"

"PARASITE?!"

"—sorry, I meant symbiote. I have this symbiote that lives inside my body, and he gives me all these powers that I have. I'd be dead without him."

"Damn right!"

The woman merely stares at you coldly, her eyes narrowing into sharp slits "Where did the two of you come from?"

You shrug. "Not here. We think... We think we may be from another universe, and that we somehow managed to wind up in this one. Don't ask me how, I'm just as lost as you are."

The young girl's gaze turns even colder, if that was even possible.

"Parallel realities, you say?"

You couldn't tell whether she believed you or not.

Taking the opportunity to speak up, you clear your throat and step forward.

"I didn't quite catch your name there, Miss...?"

She glares daggers at you.

"Wednesday. Wednesday Addams. And we're not done yet, Y/N. I still have some questions."

"Fire away." You sigh wearily.

"Why did you murder that man?" She shoots, her eyes glaring at you with full intensity by now.

You sigh.

"We had to. He was gonna shoot if we didn't stop him." You smile sadly. "It's... kind of what we do. Back home, we're the Lethal Protector."

"The what?"

At her words, Venom pops out his head next to yours, causing Wednesday to back away a few paces.

"The Lethal Protector! Protect the innocent! Crush the wicked!"

Wednesday stares at the grinning, toothy head suspended in midair next to you, before turning her gaze back to you.

"There are cops looking for you. They will find you if you're not careful."

Wait, was she letting you go?

"You're letting us go? Just like that?" You ask, hardly daring to believe it.

Wednesday nods.

"I see no reason to doubt your integrity as of yet, seeing as how you've demonstrated that your intentions are, for lack of better wording, not bad." She looks you up and down. "Take care out there."

She turns to leave, leaving you just as befuddled as you were when she came.

"Wait!"

You call out, causing her to spin in place at the sound of your voice.

"What?" She asks, sounding a bit annoyed.

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest. "Will I get to see you again?"

Wednesday ponders this for a moment.

"Don't count on it." She turns, walking in the other direction.

Venom engulfs you once again as she leaves, and you scale a nearby tree as you begin to make your way deeper into the woods.

"You like her."

Your symbiote purrs in your ear, it's tone sounding both accusatory and amused.

"Shut up. We just met. And besides, she was only trying to help." You retort, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"Well... I like her!"

Venom declares triumphantly, but your mind is preoccupied with other matters.

You really hope that you would see her again.

[miguel-owhora]

thinking about venom grabbing onto your legs and folding them over your chest, revealing your fat pussy to him, your tcock poking through. and just.... eating you out. he doesn't want to hurt you so he'd be careful with his teeth; long, slimy tongue reaching places you'd never thought they'd reach, and you'd probably end up squirting into his mouth. venom, of course, becomes addicted to it and makes it his life mission to rip as many orgasms as he can out of you until you pass out :3

[fandomnerd9602]

Do headcanon of Tara Carpenter dating Venom Male Reader

Being the Lethal Protector and Dating Tara Carpenter...

It all began when you were hunting the Ghostface killer. You were prowling the streets when you saved Sam and Tara from an attack that almost led to a bodega.

You sliced through the robe of the killer, who fled into the night. Sam and Tara looked at your Venom form in absolute terror, only for your face to emerge from the symbiote

"Are you okay?" you try to ask the girls. The look of attraction on Tara's face said it all, "I am now."

"Y/N?" Venom tried to snap you out of the trance you found yourself in when you saw Tara.

You and Tara survived the onslaught of Ghostface attacks over that week. The Core Four welcomed you and Venom with open arms.

You saved Sam from becoming a killer by being the one to bite the heads off of Ethan, Quinn, and Detective Bailey.

Dating Tara has been the biggest blessing for you and Venom. Your favorite parasite tries to act as your wingman. This includes cooking romantic dinners, trying to write poetry, and even stealing a diamond ring so you can propose some day.

"Venom!" you find yourself screaming because of that last one.

"I believe in love!" is his response.

Tara loves cuddling with you and loves feeling Venom's tendrils rub reassuring circles into her back.

"I love you both so much" Tara giggles as you cuddle on the couch.

"You belong with us Tara" Venom says as he nuzzles her.

If Tara kisses you, then she has to give a kiss to Venom too.

PDA? Well Tara can't exactly show Venom affection in public. So you get double the affection, sometimes earning the jealousy of your parasite.

It's crazy but somehow it works. You and Venom would protect Tara till your dying breaths. Tara considers herself blessed to have you and Venom by her side.

[supercap2319]

"You don't need Peter, Venom. Take me instead. I'm a much better host." Y/N said.

"You? Why would we ever give up this body? It's perfect. Young. Succulent. Seductive." Peter–Venom purs, tracing a finger down his body.

"I have magic. I can get you access to things Peter could never imagine. Just let him go, and let me take his place as your host."

Peter–Venom examines him closely, looking for any signs of deception. "Fine. We'll give you a chance. Prove to us that you can handle our power." Y/N steps closer to him, touching his face. It feels like a cold, slimy material. Peter–Venom watches him closely, waiting to see what he'll do next.

He leaned upward and kissed him. Spiderman is surprised by the bold move, but he doesn't stop him. Instead, he returns the kiss, and his tendrils wrap around Y/N's waist, pulling him closer to Peter. He groans, and he squirms as he feels the symbiote sink into his skin.

The symbiote sinks deeper into Y/N's skin, spreading quickly across his body. It feels like a cold, slimy substance wrapping around him, claiming his body as its own. Spiderman watches as you transform, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and hunger. "Mine. All mine." He crashed their lips together once again.

[multi-fandom-enjoyer]

You and Anya were invited to attend a Christmas celebration with the Spider Society. You were also joined by your friendly symbiote, Venom. The two of you worked together, saving people as the Lethal Protector in New York. Which is how you met Anya.

Right now, everyone was doing a gift exchange and opening presents. Anya handed you one and when you opened it you found it filled with different kinds of chocolates. Shortly after, a head appeared from your shoulder.

Venom: Chocolate!

All the spider people jumped up and held the reader down.

Insomniac Spider-Man: Quick get fire and sound!

The Ghost-Spider, a combination of Ghost Rider and Spider-Man, came forward and held out a hand of hell fire.

Ghost-Spider: Hold them down!

Spider-Man(Tobey): Hurry before the symbiote consumes them.

Anya: Wait! Everyone stop. He's a good symbiote.

Venom: Yes. We fight crime, too, as the Lethal Protector!

Y/n: Not helping, buddy. But yes, we are not bad guys.

Spider-Man(Andrew): I guess that explains the antlers.

Y/n: What antlers?

You then look over at Venom and see a pair of light up reindeer antlers.

[arriansarchive]

Millard Nullings/Symbiote!Venom!Male!Reader Headcanons

More symbiote reader/mphfpc yes yes

LISTEN I KNOW I NEED TO BE GETTING REQUESTS DONE BUT IT CAN WAIT A LITTLE LONGER OKAY????

My first Millard thing because I forget about him a lot and wanted to get something out about him before I forget

Also I'll say it again sorry if Venom isn't very Venom or his lines are a little awkward because I'm just now rewatching the movie and I still don't have his personality down yet

I'm pretty proud of this so

Headcanon prompt(s): You can see Millard for some reason, and some randoms too

The first time you walked into the home and saw Millard you just thought he was a nudist

You were still confused about how the Peculiar thing worked so you just let it pass off as normal for a while because you thought it was just his peculiarity

I mean who would think having a symbiote would be more normal than being naked???

Certainly not you

One day you just let it fly at the table after he talks about being invisible that you can see him

"Wait, you're invisible?"

"Of course I am, M/N. You cannot see me."

"Oh, well I just thought you were a nudist for a while."

"Why did you never mention this? I've been walking around naked for birds sake!"

After this encounter he immediately started to put clothes on all the time

Before this though Venom has for sure laughed at him in your head

"That boy is naked, M/N. Is this house full of nudists?"

"No, I think it's just him. Maybe he gets hot around the house since nobody else seems to mind."

"I find it quite amusing."

After you and him get over the fact that you saw him naked around the house casually, you actually become pretty close

Once he sees Venom though (let's just say Venom hid out for a while and everyone was confused about ur peculiarity) he was mega intrigued

Venom took a liking to him over time but at the start of their unlikely friendship Venom thought Millard was annoying

Millard was excited to see a real life symbiote as he had read about them in one of the many peculiar history books he has

Millard basically asked every single question in the book

"So what is the parasite-symbiote's name?"

"Can't you just ask me yourself, nudist? You better apologize as well; I am no parasite!"

"Well, you grew into M/N's body as an alien entity, so by peculiar standards you are considered a parasite and a symbiote."

If you like maps then you (not Venom he doesn't give a shit about maps) work on them with him and look at all the maps he's collected

If you don't then you and Venom just watch with Venoms head sticking over your shoulder

Ending notes: Okay i quite like these headcanons so I might make a part 2