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kindheartedgummybears · 5 months
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GUUG UGY GUYGS IGY GUYS GUYS GUYS GUTS
HEAR ME OUT
SPIDERMAN!RACHEL X VENOM!CLARICE
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jackies-cosplay · 2 years
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And I've fallen down the SpideyVenom ship rabbithole. Help. /j
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whiskeywinter89 · 2 years
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What's that one Peter parker x venom!reader fic? It's such a cute story, and there was references to venom being a hype queen for the reader, it was really good and I can't find it.
There was a scene where reader sacrificed herself by giving peter venom so she could live, and i think there might have been a part where peter is tricked into giving away one of venom/readers weaknesses
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nickgoesinsane · 11 months
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venom havinf a heat period and eddie feeling it so much that it leaves him all horny and bedridden- but venom takes over the body to seek spiderman!reader out so they can fill and knock them up thoroughly bc eddie is too shy to ask you to help them :3
You’re swinging through the city when you get tackled out of mid air. You panic for a split second, thinking that your spider sense is failing you, before you’re enveloped in a familiar substance that cushions your fall while an equally familiar figure settles on your lap.
“Oh,” You chuckle, surprised, and set your gloved hands on his massive thighs. “Hello?” The greeting sounds more like a question as you take notice of Venom’s hungry expression. You know he won’t eat you, so this must be something else.
Venom’s toothy grin widens, and he runs the flat of his tongue over his fangs. “Hello, pretty spider.” He greets you, slowly rolling his hips against you.
“Oh.” You say again, your eyes widening under your mask as the soaked folds of his pussy press down against your crotch, wetting the fabric of your costume. The sweet smell coats the back of your throat as you breathe it in, setting your body on fire. “What’s happening?” You ask even though your hands slide up to his hips, helping Venom rut against your clothed erection.
Venom hooks a clawed finger under your mask to pull it up and expose your mouth and nose. You’re immediately assaulted by the unfiltered scent of his pheromones. “We need you, pretty spider.” He replies, leaning down to trace the curve of your jaw with his tongue.
You hum distractedly, bucking your hips into the delicious friction. “Yeah, baby? Is that why you were acting weird this morning?Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because Eddie is an insecure loser.” Venom points out, and you can hear Eddie’s muffled protests. “Yes, you are. You’re too embarrassed to tell them that we want them to breed us!” He tells Eddie, laying a massive hand on your chest to give a particularly firm grind.
“I can do that.” You say before they can keep arguing.
“See, Eddie?” Venom asks smugly, lifting himself for a moment to tug the lower part of your costume down just enough to free your hard cock. “Our spider wants to take care of us.”
“‘Course, sweetheart,” You groan, watching the puffy lips of his pussy stretch around your cock as the symbiote slowly sinks down to the base. His cunt is so fucking wet that you can feel the excess slick drip down your balls. “I’ll always take care of you both.”
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baka-bakeneko · 28 days
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Enrapture - Miguel O'Hara [NSFW]
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Miguel O'Hara x Venom x Fem Spider Scientist reader (afab biology)
a/n: venom venom venom miguel again again again again! (part one)
tags: Minors DNI, NSFW, symbiotic relationship (still kinda), obsessive Venom, just as obsessive and possessive Miguel O'Hara, consensual non-consent, breeding kink, missionary, tentacle-like appendages, fighting over reader, dominance/ agression, p in v sex, wrap it before you tap it psa
wc: 2.7k
synopsis: Miguel and Venom can make it work. Venom and you can make it work. Miguel, Venom and you can make it work.
You woke up to the burning smell of pancakes. You'd rolled over in the middle of the night, curling into Miguel's scalding body and kicking away the comforter to opt of your fiance's heavy arms.
Fastening your tired body upright, your neck stiffened as you grabbed the flat sheet and tied it around you to inspect the smell.
"Venom, I'm telling you, she won't eat all this," Miguel whispered hurriedly, standing in the middle of the kitchen. Hands on his hips, he turned around in the direction of Venom's appendage darting back and forth.
Nourishment for amor, nourishment for Miguel. Nourishment for Venom.
Miguel reached to rub at his temple, another appendage of Venom's extending from his spine to grab onto the skillet cooking bacon.
You tiptoed to the doorway, hearing Miguel's hurried whispering and wanting to inspect.
"Venom!" Miguel hissed, grabbing onto the symbiote's appendage to stop him. "That's enough. I won't eat all this either."
That's not fair! I'm hungry.
"Honey?" You questioned, staring at Miguel in the kitchen holding Venom in his hand.
Both Miguel and Venom turned in your direction, taking in your shocked face. "Good morning....amor."
"W-w-what the hell is that?" You asked immediately, rushing to Miguel's side to touch at the black ooze.
Miguel attempted to twist away from you, forcing Venom back into his body. "Y/N, hermosa, relax. Please."
You ran your fingers along Miguel's spine, hoping to find a bulge where the black ooze originated from.
If she touches me, that's not my fault!
"Venom, relax." Miguel coaxed, allowing the symbiote to reel back into his spine.
You pulled your hand back and rested both on your hips. "Miguel. Explain."
Miguel exhaled and looked down at you. He reached to pinch at his brow then glanced around the messy kitchen, making sure no remnants of Venom were around.
"Okay," Miguel started, grabbing onto your waist and pulling you to sit on the counter.
You crossed your arms, kicking the train of the flat sheet around your legs while glaring at your fiancé.
"So," Miguel began, pacing before you once as he swiped his palm over his face. "That...is Venom. The anomaly you found yesterday."
Your brows shot up as you slid off of the counter. "I'm sorry? The anomaly...Is in your body."
Miguel stiffened in place, backing into the stove as you stepped closer towards him. "Yes," he spoke slowly.
"You immediately put that thing in your body?" You reached for Miguel's wrist and hissed at the heat from his skin.
"No! No, it's just...Venom is symbiotic." Miguel tried while you lifted his arm to look under it.
You examined his bare side, seeing no bulges or sores that the appendage could expel from. Dropping Miguel's arm, you glared at him in disbelief.
"What did you do, Miguel?" You narrowed your eyes, running your hands along his waist then up the front of his body.
Her touches, they feel...
Miguel muscled through Venom's excited traipsing along his spine and grit his teeth.
"I was trying to do research. The thing, Venom, as you've seen, responds to both of our bodies."
You nodded slowly for Miguel to continue, eyes narrowed at him.
"I opened the box, attempted to touch it..."
You continued following his explanation, eyes roaming blankly over his body. There were no telling signs of the anomaly on him.
"It sank into me, amor." Miguel said finally, then turned over his shoulder to call for Lyla.
The sprite blipped into existence, producing her AI tablet with Miguel's body scan results. "Hey, check this out."
She held it in front of your face, allowing you to scan through the layout of Miguel, seeing the heat map light up along his body, then the shifting ooze within him.
Your eyes darted between Lyla's tablet to Miguel and back. "It attacked your spleen? Is it hostile?"
Miguel held his hands up in defense. "No. As I've said, we've come to a symbotic relationship."
You furrowed your brows at your fiancé. "But why? Why would you do that?"
For you, amor.
Miguel stood upright and forced his fist to the middle of his spine where Venom was housed.
What? It's true.
Miguel cleared his throat and met your eyes. "I allowed him my symbiosis to deny him you."
"Miguel..." you began, looking up from Lyla's tablet. "Does it wish to ingest me?"
Definitely not. The things I'd like to be in her.
Miguel pursed his lips together, turning on the burner behind his back. "No. It - he - Venom wanted you to host them. They find you compatible symbiotically."
"How does Venom know that?" You asked, crossing your arms again.
"Venom comes from Klyntar, where symbiotic beings like itself can judge compatible hosts by interaction via skin scanning." Lyla read off of the tablet.
You tightened the wrap of the flat sheet around you. "Lyla, what is Miguel's compatibility rate with Venom?"
Miguel straightened up, resting his hands on his waist. "Lyla, don't read tha--"
"Eighty-three percent."
Miguel exhaled deeply, shutting his eyes to ease his fast beating heart. "You are not getting her. We agreed."
We agreed, but if she asks...
You glared at Miguel, then looked over at Lyla's tablet. Upon reading Miguel's body map, you noticed that the symbiote housed itself in his spine.
You reached out, curling your arm around Miguel's body to touch the middle of his spine. Miguel flinched, recognizing where you were touching as Venom seemingly purred beneath his skin.
His eyes fluttered.
She's petting us.
"I know," Miguel whispered, staring down at you. Your chin was rested between his pectorals, keeping his stare while you tested your theory. "What're you getting at, hermosa?"
"I want to share Venom," you admitted softly. "To ease you of them harming you."
Yes!
"No," Miguel stated firmly, worming out of your hold when he felt Venom begin to seep from his skin. "I can't let you do that. I don't want you to."
"Why not?" You asked, turning as Miguel rounded the kitchen island.
Yes, Miguel. Why not?
Miguel shook his head, leaning forward against the counter. "I want to know how to get rid of him if I need to. If you took part of him..."
Your furrowed brows softened the more you stared at him. You understood instantly, but the thought of Miguel putting himself forward infuriated you.
You reached out for his hand. "If he's not dangerous, then we shouldn't worry now."
The silence between you grew until the dark appendage spawned from Miguel's side. You reached out with your free hand to timidly touch at the freeforming ooze, watching as it slithered between your fingers in a grasp.
Miguel took a deep breath, carefully minding you and Venom interacting. Venom's ooze slithered along your forearm, wrapping around to your elbow.
Mi amor.
Miguel hid a roll of his eyes, urging Venom to pull back. "He seems to really like you."
You smiled, lifting your arm before meeting Miguel's eyes. "Almost as much as you?"
"Never as much as me," Miguel said, relaxing his shoulders.
Spoil sport.
Miguel stepped closer to you, lowering his head to rest his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry..."
You exhaled against his lips, inhaling the stale coffee on his breath. As your lips met, the slack ooze of Venom grew taut between you. Your hand, once accepting Venom's touch, was now bracing Miguel's waist.
Your fingers slowly slipped beneath his waistband. Miguel hummed against your lips, feeling Venom gear up to travel up and down his spine in excited waves.
He imagined the symbiote practically panting over his shoulder, making him salivate extra in his kiss. Venom sloshed over Miguel's tongue, tainting your taste with his before darting to try at your mouth.
Miguel pulled back with a clearing of his throat, wiggling whatever inch of Venom tried at you. You quirked a curious brow, your hand petting round the front of Miguel's waist.
"Sorry, he-uh-he almost slipped into your mouth." Miguel gulped, leaning in to resume where he was interrupted.
You curled your free arm around the back of Miguel's neck, heightening on your tiptoes. "Next time, let him."
I'm in love.
Miguel swore under his breath but met your lips again, this time pinning you against the counter before pulling you up. The flat sheet around your body slowly cascaded away, tangled to the floor by Miguel's feet.
Your hand at Miguel's waist dove to caress his nestled pubic hair, grinning at the abrasive texture before feeling the length of his cock.
Venom purred in Miguel's chest, met with the invitation to play along. The dark appendage appeared from Miguel's spine, tickling at your knee before slithering along your inside thigh.
You jolted at the touch, hotter than Miguel's actual hands or tongue. Still, you took Miguel's hands and guided them over your breasts, down your sides before they rested on your hips.
Venom's touch continued, seeping between Miguel's fingers and under one of your breasts. Miguel seethed against your kiss, feeling the symbiote lush his way into your mouth by way of him.
Miguel pressed himself closer, stamping himself to you in dominance. "Backseat, Venom."
No fair. She said let me in.
Miguel bit away, pressing his lips to your cheek to whisper to the alien. "Not in every way. She's mine first."
You huffed in Miguel's ear, biting your lip as you arched into him. "Are you two fighting over me?"
"What? No!"
Yes!
You pulled back to meet Miguel's reddened eyes, the obsidan oozing into his iris much like you'd seen the night before. "Well, don't. I trust you, okay? And I trust Venom in there, too."
Your hand trailed up and down Miguel's spine again, no doubt riling up the symbiote further. Miguel shivered at the affection, Venom purring hard enough to make him vibrate within.
"H-he likes that," Miguel admitted, his body stiffening as his eyes fluttered. "A lot."
You smirked. "Seems he's not the only one."
C'mon, Miguel. We make a good team.
Miguel tried to bite his tongue, but felt the warmth ripple through him with each rumbling purr. You hissed at the feeling, his chest rumbling against yours as Venom's appendages softly seeped from Miguel's body onto yours.
"Once," he grit before your parted lips. "Just this once. And he stops when you tell him."
Of course, our amor comes first.
He slammed his eyes to not roll them before you. You agreed, taking in his stuttering breaths before opening your legs further.
"Be gentle, Venom," you urged, feeling the onyx appendage lapping its way further to your slit.
Miguel cut the symbiote short, managing to touch your clit first in the race of carnal desire. You shivered at your fiance's touch, your knees trembling as he swirled your wet against his rough fingerpads.
Venom's appendage caught up, seeping between Miguel's fingers and peeling back your hood to latch onto your sensitive nub. Your hand lashed out at Miguel's wrist, nails aching to pierce his skin as you cried into his mouth.
The sensitivity was too much at once, drawing your breaths high and tight. Your leg raised, knee buckling against your fiance's side as Venom's touch crested and waned in a soft suckling.
Miguel's nostrils flared, the scent of your arousal fueling his senses. His fingers were doused in you, dipping them to circle your entrance.
You cried further into Miguel's mouth, breaking from his kiss to whine at the ceiling. His lips sloppily crashed against your chin then down to your neck as extra appendages appeared from his sides. Venom caressed your breasts, slithering under them before attaching to your nipples.
Miguel sneered, glaring at your body covered in Venom's darkness. "Venom," he began, his tone edging with disdain.
"Miguel," you whimpered, grabbing the back of Miguel's neck to pull him back into you. "Fuck me."
He gulped dryly, his cock actively straining against his boxers.
Fuck her, Miguel. Fuck her good.
Miguel actively wanted to scoff at the symbiote conversing in his head. He met your lips, pumping his fingers into you as Venom pulsed at your clit.
"Has he warmed you up?" he asked snarkily.
Your eyes fluttered, trying to laugh but a moan escaped your mouth and reverberated against Miguel's. "Are you jealous?"
Miguel chided in stride. "He's only a part of me. He'll butter you up, but I fuck you raw."
A chill raked down your back, arching into Miguel's hot body; melting Venom from your nipples and leaving your pressed, skin to skin, against Miguel.
Miguel rested his hand to your jaw, pulling you to meet his obsidian flooded gaze. Your eyelids fluttered, matching his pumping fingers with rolls of your hips.
"He can aid in your pleasure, but I deliver it. Don't I?" Miguel asked sultrily, searching your lusty eyes already knowing the answer.
You nodded softly, your knee catching to his side and arching back at Miguel's guidance.
"I've been here before him," Miguel stated, dropping his lips to kiss between your breasts, then dragging his warm lips further to peck at your ribs. "And I'll be here long after him, he lives in my wake. I'll give you everything you desire."
Suck up.
Miguel grinned devilishly against your belly, admiring how your body reacted to his touch versus Venom's. Your chest heaved, ready to break.
"Miguel, please," you pleaded. Your hand holding his wrist actively trying to speed him up.
He chuckled, retreating his fingers to pull down his boxers. Angling his steel cock at your entrance, licking his lips at the sight of Venom holding you open to aid the process. Your thighs trembling from your clit being decimated by the symbiote's pressure.
Miguel drove into you, instantly melting at the hug of your velvety walls. His hands, starting from your hips, slithered up your body then back down to force you harder on his cock.
Your head fell back against the counter, a sharp moan escaping from your chest.
"Fuck," Miguel growled against your outstretched body under him. "You're burning up."
His tongue lapped against your skin, the stripe of saliva instantly drying. Miguel climbed over you, stretching his hands out to grab yours and pin them to the counter.
His hips jutted harshly into you, jiggling your body underneath him. Miguel's eyes boggled at the divine sight of you, slowing in his pace to savor your pleasure.
Venom tightened at your clit, pinching before receding. You draped your legs over Miguel's thighs, riding into his thrusts.
The symbiote emerged from Miguel's sides in dark wings, slithering over his host and oozing onto you, between your combined bodies.
Miguel ignored Venom, pulling your hands up over your head for him to drape his arms around your head. Your eyes were locked on Miguel's, forgetting about the rumbling symbiote present between you.
Miguel felt Venom's tentacles slither around his cock, cradling his balls at the same time of holding your pussy open. You lifted your hips, your breath arching higher until you finally orgasmed at the combined force of Miguel and Venom.
Your noises vibrated through your fiance, making Venom pull back and rumbled up and down Miguel's back. Miguel panted, feeling Venom purr within him and practically zoom back and forth on his spine.
The combined senses caused Miguel to drive into you hard, seething as he came as far into you as his cock would let him. The warmth pooled into you, making you feel hotter and overtouched.
Miguel pulled out, slapping his cock against your spent pussy. You hissed softly, your knees shifting to clamp together.
"Mi amor, mi amor, mi amor," Miguel soothed, curling his arms around you, his touch suddenly soft and loving.
Nuestro amor, Miguel.
He kissed your forehead, pulling you into his lap while lightly brushing over your shoulders. Ignoring Venom's sentiment.
"Was it too much? Were we...?" Miguel asked, looking down at you rested against his chest.
Your ear rested against him, shutting your eyes to see if you could hear Venom inside Miguel. Tilting your head up at your fiance, you opened your eyes to see Miguel's natural eye color meeting yours.
"I like the two of you together," you tittered, offering a soft kiss to Miguel's pectoral. "Not so bad."
Miguel sneered, almost entertained by your sentiment. He leaned in to kiss your forehead again, muttered against your hairline:
"Don't expect it all the time."
She likes me!
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cxlamarisalxmi · 10 months
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Being Miguel’s legitimate daughter that he left behind and hosting Venom [FEM]
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c/w: cringe writing, angst
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“How dare he?”
You ignored the symbiote raging in your head as you watched your father Miguel finish the battle with the Green Goblin variant. Binding him with glowing red organic webs and aligning him up and over his shoulder.
“How dare he return here?!”
“Venom,” you trailed exasperated. Obviously you weren’t happy at all to Miguel either but he hadn’t even seen you yet so what does it matter? Originally you and Venom had fully intended to take down Goblin and inform Peter B. Parker there was a variant in your dimension. (Don’t ask how you know him).
But then Miguel showed up instead, and honestly you should’ve expected that he would because he was the one who led the spider society. And he was among the first to know of any anomalies or unusual readings in any dimension.
And only Jessica and Lyla were a witness to the internal conflict inside him at the prospect of going to his daughter’s dimension. The daughter he abandoned in favor of a different one, a different daughter, a different universe… a different life.
He was absolutely certain that you hated him and you did, you held such bitterly angry and maliciously hateful feelings for him for such a long time. When you were young all you felt was confusion for his disappearance, but as you grew older and as time passed those feelings turned from rage at his betrayal… to utter heartbreak and despair at his departure.
For the longest time you’d believed that you’d done something wrong, because what had tog done that was so bad? What had you done that was so wrong? You didn’t mean to.. whatever it was you didn’t mean to.
Eventually you had come to learn that this was not a fault of yours, but of Miguel’s. You didn’t do a damn thing wrong, and you didn’t deserve this. Nobody did.
So you grew in the suffocatingly isolating darkness that was hate and grief. And as time passed you built walls thick and tall surrounding yourself, barbed defenses to protect your broken and vulnerable pieces. Behind those steeled doors you also tucked away the last part of your inner child, to keep her safe and protected.. from ever feeling this abandonment again.
When you were fourteen you’d found Venom, and at the time you had been living on the streets for close to two years. At fourteen is when you had very nearly quit on life, being alive was pain.. constant hurt that was very close to swallowing you whole.
Venom had stopped you, not because they had talked you out of it but more so because you were intrigued by the way they had glided across the ground. Even more so interested by the way the deep onyx goop slid up your hand before sinking into your body.
And you’ve been together ever since, the constant babble of the alien grated your nerves slightly but other than that you’d grown to love having them attached to you. And you wouldn’t change it for anything—
“[Y/Name]?”
You froze, previously having turned away from the scene of Miguel opening a glowing golden portal on the street below your perch to make a swift exit. But his voice had stopped you, and you’re not sure why you had even bothered to halt in your tracks.
“Wonderful,” you spat with toxin, “you remember my name.”
Miguel shouldn’t have been taken aback by your response, and he shouldn’t have been thrown off by your bite. He didn’t deserve to feel confused as to why you had responded to him so aggressively— because he knew why you had.
“Of course I do, I gave it to you.”
“Right,” you replied boredly before you were moving forward intent to leave the conversation there.
“[Y/Name]!” He called, and again you shouldn’t have given him even a second of your time but your broken and guarded heart longing for answers seemed to work your feet for you.
“[Y/Name], keep moving. Or I will. He does not deserve your time. He does not deserve you.”
“Did you ever wonder if I had even survived after you left? Did it ever cross your mind even once if I was still alive?”
“I checked on you regularly.”
“I see, the technology to travel through the multiverse also grants you the ability to peer into the lives of people you have ruined.”
You still hadn’t turned around, refusing to give him any sort of indication that you had actually cared about whatever it was he had to say.
“Look, I-I know that I’ve screwed up. I know that I hurt you—”
“Hurt me?” You chuckled humorlessly, a hitch of pain in your throat and fire on your tongue. “Hurt. Me? You may have before.. but you’ll never hurt me again.”
Venom had come through on the last word, enunciating the end of the sentence with a snarl. Ferocious and purely built from the pure emotional pain they could feel coming from their host.
Miguel subtly flinched at the deep growl in your tone, not enough for you to see but enough of a twitch that your heightened senses had picked up on it.
And you chose that moment to make your escape, stepping forward and utilizing Venom to vanish within the pitch black abyss of the shadows. The added darkness provided by the night sky and waning pale moonlight casting deeper shadows aiding Venom in helping you disappear entirely.
“[Y/Name] wait!—” Miguel reached out expecting to touch flesh but was met with nothing.
He stepped back, looked left then right then both directions once more before he exhaled tiredly and leapt back down to the road below. He lifted the Goblin and threw him in before jumping in himself, the portal closing behind him leaving the desolate street in utter darkness once again.
You had watched, this time from the gargoyle statue attached to the side of the roof’s lip on the building above. Venom formed off your shoulder, their head with white eyes and a mouthful of razor sharp teeth complimented well by the black ink of their exterior. And their head stretched off your shoulder by several tendons and tendrils still attached to your body.
You met his blank, milky white stare as he spoke.
“He will return. Whether he wishes to talk or— something more.. what will you do?”
“I made my feelings clear, if he returns. If I see him in my universe again. We. Kill. him.”
You watched as Venom’s grin grew exponentially at your sinister promise. The ominous threat on Miguel’s life exciting him after all the years of trauma and pain he had inflicted upon their host Venom wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth in and never let go.
And if granted the opportunity he would seize it with little to zero hesitation.
Every Spider-Man needs a nemesis, no emotionally richer story than having that nemesis be your own daughter.
“You are sure?”
“Absolutely.”
“You’ve grown cold. Sinister.”
“I am what he made me.”
a/n: I’m a little stoned and had this abrupt idea— 🫢 this is weak and maybe a lil’ cringe.. I know that, I’ll make it legit when I’m not baked 😐👍🏽
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yandere-kokeshi · 8 months
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Yandere Miguel and Miles with a gn darling who's hosting Venom
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Warnings: yandere behavior
A/N: this was requested but I accidentally deleted it. To whomever sent this on anon, please enjoy :)
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Miguel O’Hara:
Miguel likely finds out pretty quickly about Venom, seeing you sweat profusely and talking to yourself was a huge giveaway.
But he also used his free time to use his tech to find out about your ‘Spiderverse’, therefore, witnessing video/and photo evidence of Venom. The minute he comes to you, he’s in your face, inquiring about the so-called symbiote, which leads to you confessing about Venom.
He’s a bit impressed by Venom’s uniqueness. Finding the black liquid wraps around your figure, transforming you into something abnormal isn’t an everyday thing you see. Which leads to him asking a bunch of questions, especially about how their voice works.
Dating you and Venom was quite hard at the beginning. Not only did his spider senses go off constantly — but the parasite teased him often; sticking out its tongue from behind your back whenever you turned around to do things.
At first, Miguel will try to find a ‘cure’ for you, wanting to get rid of the damn parasite. He viewed them as nothing but a pawn in a pack, using your body as it pleases. But the more he watched you laugh, getting comforted by the symbiote whenever Miguel wasn’t there, or getting along with it, he realized it was a part of you; just like how he’s part spider.
As much as he hates to state it, he appreciates how Venom can protect you. While Miguel would prefer to be in control, protecting the only family he has left, he’s relieved Venom can easily take over your body — directing you away from the danger or taking care of the problem itself without you being involved.
Speaking of Venom being in full form, the first time Miguel witnessed them taking over your body - its tongue and sharp teeth expanding, the dark voice shaking the ground, he was… surprised. He stared up at Venom, before cursing them out, demanding they bring you back, but due to Venom’s humor, Miguel was annoyed with their teasing.
Both of them don’t get along well, but they have times with bonding, something in common which is their protectiveness and possessiveness towards you. At some point, they may become competitive against each other but in all, they both work together when it comes to making sure you stay as theirs.
Venom loves to tease the hell out of Miguel, touching him whenever the two of you are holding hands or hugging him. Sometimes, the symbiote will pop out and try to scare the man on purpose.
Miguel often wants to strangle the damn symbiote and will angrily laugh when they get upset at him when he calls them a parasite or alien. At this point, he will purposely nickname that but will stop if you say so, but expect no apologies.
The strictest about Venom listening to the rules Miguel places out — hence the talk of: “No eating people”. This also involves getting aggressive and setting boundaries with the damn alien, going as far to threaten to take them out himself.
Isn’t afraid of using vibrations and intense heat to get the symbiote out of you if they become too bloodthirsty within a fight.
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Miles Morales:
At first, Miles thought you were ‘sick’, at times taking it as one of your quirks as you constantly whispered to yourself and often bought a bunch of chocolate to a point where it was unhealthy.
Sure, he commented about the chocolate. Always suggesting you should eat something healthier. But it was you. So he took your answer and often didn't question it again.
He figures out your situation when the two of you were on a date and a band nearby was playing, making you cover your ears, Miles could see you were in pain; worry covering his face as he moved you to somewhere quietly, which leads to you telling about your buddy.
At first, he was confused at your words, worrying you’d lost it, but when a mass of black blob came out of your shoulder, revealing terrifying teeth and white eyes, he freaked out.
Getting him to calm down was a bit troubling, but soon after explaining about Venom and how you two bond, Miles… is pretty nonchalant about it surprisingly. He nods along, often looking at Venom fearfully before asking normal questions.
Miles has a sketchbook dedicated to you and Venom. Almost every page is drawn in extreme details of you being transformed, your smile, and Venom’s tentacles appearing on your body.
While dating you, he’s grown to Venom’s constant interruptions in the conversations, talking to the both of you and often ignoring their teasing. Eventually, he’s grown to be braver on comebacks to the damn symbiote, laughing and smiling cockily when they get ‘offended’.
The time Miles witnesses you being transformed into a giant abnormal figure with terrifying teeth, he fears for a second — but slightly calmed down when Venom tells him it’s them and that you’re fine. The moment you turn back into yourself, he quickly interrupts your apology with a quick hug.
Venom loves to tease Miles. Whenever they catch him staring at you, they always call him a ‘lovesick idiot’ and ‘a doofus’.
Seeing Venom get aggressive, often itching for a fight worries him like a mother hen. He’s always the one to talk it out through Venom, often making them question their behavior and see what the consequences will do if they decide to continue.
Although your interesting ‘power’ intrigues and amazes him, he gets nervous around you, stating his worries about the symbiote possibly using you or waiting for the right time to consume you and many others. But, he’s learned that Venom is quite fond of you; wrapping their wraps around your figure when you sleep to make you more comfortable.
While he does worry occasionally, he's more prone to acknowledge and be okay with Venom; seeing them as a roommate which leads to Miles likeing Venom a lot.
While he does get irritated when they tease him too much, or say awakward things in public that he has to cover up with odd answers to people, he does appreciate how protective they are over you and him — often wrapping their tentacles with you when you hug or kiss him. He likes it when they curl around into cuddle sessions, their wraps covering you both as you two asleep.
They both work together, often in protecting you. Not only does Venom likes the way of Miles thinking but, Miles appreciates the help in making sure people get what they deserve from looking at you weirdly.
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shrowded-eng1ma · 5 months
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MK1 Intro Dialogues with a Venom (SM2) Reader
Characters; Liu Kang, Kitana, Bi-Han, Ashrah.
Notes; Reader has the venom symbiont, hinted romance.
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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.
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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!
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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!
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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.
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undercoveravenger · 5 months
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Venomous
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Pairing: Venom!Billy Hargrove x Male!Reader
Requested: Yes
Request: “venom!Billy Hargrove confusing reader (dressed as spiderman for Halloween) as actual spiderman!Steve and going after him. take it however you want to”
A/N: Happy Halloween! Here’s part 2 of your Halloween surprise (I really like this AU by the way- if anyone wants anything else in this au, please feel free to request it!)
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The streets of Hawkins were practically empty this late at night, especially with pretty much everyone either asleep or at one of the dozens of Halloween parties raging on across the city. Hell, you were just coming from one that Tommy H and Carol had put on and Steve had dragged you to. You’d put up with about two hours of costumed young adults dancing and partying around you before you finally managed to make your escape, the cold autumn air chilling you through the thin spandex of your cheap Spider-Man costume as you wandered down the abandoned streets in the direction of your home.
The normal sounds of the city echoed around you, distant car horns and alley cats rustling through trash and music pouring through the doors of packed clubs. Tall buildings rise on either side of you as you turn down an alleyway that you’ve used as a shortcut a million times, but today you aren’t as vigilant as you normally are, not with the slow buzz of alcohol in your veins and the edges of the eye-holes of the mask limiting your vision. 
That’s probably why you’re so knocked off guard when something slams into you with all the force of a semi-truck, brick fracturing around you as you’re thrown up against the wall of some long-closed business. “Gotcha now, Spider-Man,” a massive fanged maw snarls, wide white eyes narrowing as an alien face looms before you, “And there’s no getting away from me this time.” A huge dark hand curls around your throat, the flesh shifting and flexing and crawling against your skin in a way that was certainly not human. “Today, Spider-Man, you die.”
As it speaks, you realize what must’ve happened. That this creature - Venom if you remembered the headlines of the trashy newspapers correctly - must’ve seen you walking home in your costume and mistaken you for the real hero of Hawkins. With the darkness blurring the poor quality of your suit, you must’ve looked enough like the real deal with your mask on for one of the vigilante’s foes to target you. 
You squirm, trying in vain to get yourself even a fraction of breathing room only for the viscous material of Venom’s hand to follow you, keeping the pressure constant and unyielding. The edge of your vision has started going dark by the time you manage to sputter out a weak, “‘M not him-” you fight for every ragged gasp of air, “Not Spider-Man.”
Venom hesitates at that, grip loosening just enough for breathing to come easier. His head cocks to the side as he examines you, seeming to only now notice the differences between your build and Spider-Man’s - your height, your physique, everything that sets you apart from the hero he had been looking for. His hand moves then, catching against the edge of your mask and tugging it up and off then. Venom’s eyes widen as he sees you without your mask and you can’t quite tell what he is thinking before he drops you, hands flying away from where they’d been touching you as though he’d been burned.
You’re left reeling, chest heaving as you scramble to catch your breath, the towering alien pacing wildly before you. You can catch snippets of conversation, bits of growled words in Venom’s harsh tone met with something quieter, smooth and honeyed and just a little familiar. Eventually you’re able to push yourself back to your feet and you start to edge back down the alley the way you’d come, feet scuffling quietly over gravel and debris. You are almost convinced that you’ll be able to get away before a piece of glass shatters under your shoe and the hulking creature whips around to face you, wide white eyes narrowing to almost slits as he stalks toward you.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Venom snarls, hand jerking forward to grab at you, only to freeze before he could touch you, like he was unable to actually touch you. You watch the oozy substance of his face waver before you, parting and falling away to reveal a face you recognize.
You’d seen Venom’s true face before- in class watching you from across the room. Studying you from the opposing team when your gym class was broken up for basketball. Looking up from his place across from your best friend, fists bruised and bloodied from splitting Steve’s lip and darkening his eyes. Between throngs of drunken and dancing people, alluring blue eyes never faltering from where they met yours, intent and fixated from where he was watching you, lips moving faintly like he was having a conversation you couldn’t hear. And now, as you’re putting together the pieces of Billy Hargrove’s secret identity, you realize that maybe he was. Maybe Venom had known just as much who you were as he had known of his enemy in Spider-Man. 
The look in Billy’s eyes isn’t aggressive though, not the way they were when he looked at Steve or his step-sister Max or when someone talked a bit too loudly about Spider-Man’s heroics. His eyes are soft, warmer than you’ve ever seen them as the inky black murk of Venom retreats back into him and he steps toward you. A hand comes up to cup your face as he guides you up to face him. “Quite the costume choice,” he says, lips twisting up into a way you’d come to recognize as sarcastic. “Had both of us fooled for a minute there.”
You struggle around words for a long moment before you manage to speak, “I won’t tell anyone-” you manage to force out. “That you’re-” You swallow sharply, “I won’t say anything.”
Billy laughs and for a second you’re sure you hear an echo. “I know you won’t darlin’,” he drawls, voice like honey and eyes like oceans. “You wouldn’t believe what V thinks about you, y’know?” He snickers a little, pressing forward into your space and crowding you back against the battered brick wall behind you. “I know what I think about you isn’t always fit for polite conversation, but he takes it to an entirely different level. He’s always trying to tempt me into doing something I shouldn’t- something fun. You want to do something fun?” He hums then, ducking forward to nose against your throat and up under your jaw, and you know you should be struggling, pushing him away and running as fast as your feet can carry you, but there had always been something so alluring about Billy Hargrove and to hear that he’d felt the same about you, that the proverbial devil on his shoulder had been tempting him with thoughts about you- 
Well, it was certainly an interesting revelation.
Your head tips back against the wall behind you as Billy presses closer, kissing and biting at your neck and jawline. You knew you shouldn’t- not after finding out he was a supervillain certainly, but God, the offer is beyond tempting, especially with Billy so eager against you. Almost without your bidding, your hands come up to clutch at his waist, fingers tucking through the belt loops of his jeans to pull him closer. You tell yourself that this doesn’t have to mean anything- that it doesn’t have to come with strings attached even as you feel the loose ends of the rope pulling taught around you, tying you to Billy and to Venom too. You’re sure that Steve will have a lot to say to you later about your choice in men and how you really shouldn’t make out with his alter-ego’s nemesis in dingy alleys, but with Billy’s mouth pressing aching hungry kisses to yours, you can’t really bring yourself to care.
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melissa-kenobi · 3 months
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Which One?
[PS5 Peter Parker x Reader]
A/N: hii, i know I've been so inactive on here :( and I'm sorry anyways I absolutely adore PS5 Spidey and have been wanting to write for him, so here we go xx
Summary: Peter is forced to make a choice.
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"MJ! Where's-? Harry..." Peter says breathlessly as he watches MJ sat opposite what used to be his best friend. Her face scared for whatever it was Harry had planned.
"Pete... you look tense." Harry smirks as he reaches out with a tendril. "Coffee?"
"We need to talk." Peter says as he glances between MJ and Harry.
"Ah-ah, not yet. We're still waiting on one more person. Your girlfriend." Harry says your name with a grin on his face. A tendril sneaks around MJ, pulling a seat out for Peter to sit down. "Sit. She's not here yet."
"No. Harry, you leave her out of this!" Peter says, fists clenched, but takes a seat. "She's got nothing to do with this. It's between you and me. Let her and MJ go."
Harry ignores Peter. "You must get tired, making the world a better place every... single day! But I can help. All you have to do is let me."
MJ glances at Harry, her face worried for her best friend, "Harry, this isn't you!"
"Wrong! This is the real me." Harry says almost comically, his eyebrow furrowing as he looked at Peter. He stands up, pushing the table away as he looks at Peter with fury.
The keys in the door rattle as it squeaks open and you walk in, face flushed almost as if you'd ran over here. "Hey Pete- I got your text, what hap-?" You were cut off as you took in the scene before you.
"Harry?" You say equally shocked and surprised that he was here. "I- I didn't know you were back- Pete you never mentioned it."
You quickly scan the room as you notice MJ sat in the corner. Peter, in his Spidey suit, sat next to her, jaw locked in anger as he looked at you hopelessly. MJ looked scared out her mind as she looked at you, then back to Harry, praying you would help them.
"Coffee?" Harry asks as he walks over to you, gently guiding you to sit next to him as he pours you some coffee. "We were having a lovely little chat about Peter sharing some of the load."
Peter's fist clenched in anger as he watched Harry touch you. "Don't do this Harry."
"Do what Pete?" Harry asked, lips turning into a smirk as he raised an eyebrow curiously. His hands placed on your shoulders as he gently pushed you to sit down. "I'm making her a coffee. Sugar, darling?"
"Oh, no thank you." You say, making eye contact with Pete opposite as you gently lifted your taser to show him. You watched as Peter's eyes widened and he tried to shake his head. Harry stands behind you, hands on your shoulders as he speaks. You shuffle forward awkwardly feeling very uncomfortable but Harry pulls you back gently.
"Peter, I finally have the power to realize our vision. Are you... giving up on me?" Harry says he tilts his head, eyes watching Peter as he stood up. Peter's eyes flicker between you and Harry.
"Harry..." Peter begins slowly, "We have to get that thing off you-"
The table in front of you snaps in half as you watch MJ shriek, standing up next to Peter. You breathe heavily as you watch the black tendril enlarge on the table, your eyes widen as it slithers over your body and back to Harry. Peter looked to MJ, to you then to Harry.
"Do not." Harry growls, both hands turning into black tendrils, holding the back of your chair tighter. "Call us a thing."
You whimper as the tendrils move closer to your neck. You clutch the taser tightly as you look at your boyfriend, "Peter..."
Within seconds, you rip out of the tendrils grip, out of Harry's grip, and shove the taser into his abdomen, activating it. You felt the buzz of it rebound as Harry and the Symbiote screech in agony.
The gun drops to the ground as you watch the Symbiote hiss. It's slimey tendrils grab the chair and throw it in the air in anger, before reaching for you. In an instant, Peter throws his webs out, pulling you to him just as the chair breaks where you previously were. Peter holds you against him, clutching you tightly as if his life depended on it.
"Harry..." Peter begins.
"We are not Harry." Harry growls, as his body begins to transform. The tendrils swirl around him, enveloping his body as he begins to grow. Harry's body gone as a menacing creature took its place, a creature manifested with a fanged mouth, teeth as sharp as blades and a tongue that looked as grotesque as the rest of it.
You could hear MJ's heavy breathing as her eyes grew at the sight of the Symbiote.
"We. Are. VENOM."
Harry's voice was mixed in with the symbiote before it completely took over. The Symbiote snarled as Peter pushed you and MJ behind him, arms out to protect the two of you. MJ grabbed your arm in case you needed to run.
Venom aimed a tendril at Peter, hitting him straight in the chest as you and MJ failed to pull him out the way. The three of you flew into the kitchen, Peter stuck in the wall, MJ on the table and you sprawled on the floor. You heard Venom's footsteps move closer as you crawled on the ground trying to find a weapon or something but was pulled back as Venom grabbed your leg, pulling you towards him.
You screamed in terror for Peter as you were dragged across the floor. Venom held you in the air by your leg before going after MJ.
"No!" You screamed as you tried to punch Venom, your attempts futile as he wrapped another tendril around your arms, holding you by your throat as you screamed, "Pete!"
MJ screamed as Venom went after her, grabbing her by the neck and holding her in front of him just as Peter burst out of the wall and screamed your name.
"Y/N!" Peter ran into the living room, his eyes landing on yours as he saw you and MJ on either side of Venom, both being held by your throats as you squirmed in his grip. "MJ!"
Venom snarls as his tongue swirls around your face, mouth widening in a mocking grin.
"Don't." Peter warns as he listens to the sound of yours and MJ's terrified screams.
"Choose..." Venom hissed as he squeezed MJ's throat tighter, making her scream.
"MJ!" Peter called out as he took a step forward only to have Venom growl lowly at him to keep back.
"Is that your choice? You'd let your girlfriend di-"
"No!" Peter screams in agony, arms reaching out to try and grab you. "No- no, don't do this! Don't make me choose- please?"
The Symbiote snarls in annoyance, "Pick. Now!"
"Take me, take me instead. You want me, not them! Take me! Let them go Harry..." Peter's eyes dart between the two of you, not wanting to lose either of you.
"You won't pick? Fine. I'll do it for you." Venom snarls as he throws MJ to the ground, engulfing her in his black tendrils. Her screams muffled as she is transformed into something else.
"Let her go!" Peter demands but MJ is already under his control, MJ now gone and another Symbiote in her place,"MJ!"
"Show him what he's missing..." Venom smirks as he takes a step back to admire his work.
"Peter!" You scream as Venom wraps his arms around you, gripping you against his chest as he holds you tightly.
"You can't have them!" Peter screams panicked as he throws a web to grab you but is cut off by MJ, who jumps in and rips it away, grinning at Peter.
"Too late! He's already got us." MJ snarls as she signals to Venom to go. Venom takes one look at Peter before jumping through the roof, taking you with him.
"Pete- Peter! No! No-" Your voice drowns out as you watch Peter's attempts to save you fail, as MJ thrawts each one.
"Y/N!"
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Pt 2???
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supercap2319 · 13 days
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*Edit* Peter/Venom & Carnage (Cameron Monaghan) fight over you. Please.
Y/N let's out a scream as Cletus Kasady, aka Carnage, pulled him towards him with a red web fluid. "Hey, Tiger. Ooh, my spider-sense is tingling. If you know what I'm talking about." He smirks at Y/N as the young man struggled to get away, but no vail.
"Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill ya. I'm just gonna hurt ya... really, really bad ... after we get to play together." Kasady laughs as the symbiote forms all over his body.
Y/N let's out a cry for help, and before Carnage can do anything, Peter appears behind him, only he's not exactly himself. "Leave him be! This one belongs to us." Peter/Venom said.
"Don't be such a cock block, Dad." Kasady/Carnage mocks. "There's enough of him to go around. For now. Hahaha!"
"You may be our spawn, but we will not hesitate to destroy you if you touch what belongs to us! This is our mate!"
"Sentimental Ole fool. Gosh, man, didn't know you had a soft spot, Dad. We're going to enjoy dirtying him up."
Carnage pulled, and so did Venom as Y/N was caught in the middle of a tug of war between the two symbiotes and their hosts.
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appo-arsin · 7 months
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Twitter made me do a double take today
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hobiebrownismygod · 4 months
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VENOM - Part 1
Venom!Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: The Venom Symbiote is a canon event for every Spider-man, so Hobie Brown must have one of his own, right?
TW: Cursing
WC: ~2.7k
A/N: Based off of @fiepige's Venom!Hobie post!! Check them out, their page is really cool and they have concept art!!
Taglist: @therealloopylupin2099 @spiderrinn @l0starl @daydreaming-en-pointe @itsparis-07 @vileviale @puff-hugs @s6onder
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Hobie repeated the numbers in his head over and over again as he crawled towards the entrance of the facility, terrified of setting off one of the alarms. It'd taken weeks of research and spying for you to get him the code, and he knew that if he messed it up, he wouldn't get another chance like this.
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Hobie lowered himself from the ceiling, hanging upside down in front of the keypad as he slowly inputted the numbers, being careful not to get one wrong. He felt his heart stop as silence fell.
The door made a quiet whirring noise, before unlocking and opening itself for him. He breathed out a soft sigh, taking a deep breath before silently entering.
Why was he breaking and entering into a multi-million dollar science lab that was heavily guarded by some of the greatest security systems in the nation? Because you'd told him to.
Just a month ago, you and the rest of his gang had received intel regarding the V.E.N.O.M soldier that Osborne used to wreak havoc on the city. Although you'd all already known that whatever powered them wasn't exactly...from this world...you still had no idea how to stop them.
That's where this heist came in.
Hobie believed that if he was able to steal the data situated in the lab, he'd be able to learn more about the V.E.N.O.M. soldiers...and hopefully figure out how to defeat them. It was a smart plan, but one that would prove difficult to carry out.
That's how he ended up here. Crawling along the length of the ceiling while examining the inside of the room that, according to his blueprints, would contain the data he needed. He dropped himself down onto the ground, crouching slightly as he approached what looked like a large glass cell.
It reminded him of a terrarium almost, something that was meant to cage those that could easily escape. In this case, 'those' stood for whatever was powering those soldiers. What was it? He wasn't sure.
All he knew was that this was the original. Where Osborne took his inspiration from, the thing that paved the way for the V.E.N.O.M. technology he used to terrorize the city today. See, Osborne's super-soldiers didn't actually use the original power source. They used a synthetic version of it, created by some of Oscorp's finest scientists, forced to perform a nearly impossible feat with a tight deadline.
But they'd done it. They'd duplicated whatever was in that cell. And now...it was Hobie's turn to find out what exactly this power source was.
As Hobie approached the glass, he could hear a slight squelching sound, so quiet that it was barely audible. Where was it coming from? He peered into the cage, hand pressed flat against the cold exterior. He couldn't see anything.
For a moment, he wanted to open the cage, maybe take a look inside, but he thought against it. There was nothing there. Could they have moved it? He cursed under his breath. Their intel wasn't exactly up-to-date...there was a chance that the power source had been moved.
Biting back his frustration, he turned his attention towards the large computer sitting on the desk next to the cell, pulling up the keyboard and glancing down at the messy scribbles on his wrist. The prewritten bypass codes, in permanent black ink, stood out against his dark skin, just legible enough for him to input them without making a mistake.
He began to scroll through the contents of the computer, pulling out a flash drive from his pocket and stabbing it into the side, the upload beginning almost immediately. While he waited for the files to load, he walked back towards the cell, hands in his pockets.
The small screen on the side of the door had begun to flash, little red warning signs appearing. He clicked past them and a page with graphs and charts opened up with a beep. He squinted slightly as he attempted to read the writing.
Beep
No Host Detected
Host?
Beep
Symbiote Pheromone Levels Spiking
Symbiote?
Hobie furrowed his brows in confusion, trying to click on the page again to make it larger. Instead, his finger accidentally brushed against the open button.
Beep
Are you sure?
The warning message popped up. Hobie hesitated for a moment, glancing back into the cell. He pressed 'yes'.
The door to the cage made a quiet whirring noise before it slowly opened, allowing Hobie to cautiously step onto the white tile inside. He could feel his spider-sense acting up, but he couldn't see anything. He entered the cell fully, hands up defensively as he looked around. And then he saw it.
Beep
Host detected.
On the floor in front of him was what looked like...a glob? It was jet black, and he could make out some slight ripples on the surface of it's skin (skin??) that shined when the light from the bright bulbs on the ceiling hit them in just the right place. It was slowly approaching him, not slithering or crawling like an animal, but extending itself out and pulling itself forward.
Hobie was taken aback by the sight, in such shock that he barely even noticed how much his spider sense was flaring up. He stared at it and it stared back up at him. When he tilted his head to the right slightly, it tilted its body the same way, as if it was mimicking him.
Hobie didn't know whether to laugh or run away.
"Unauthorized entrance"
He snapped his head back as he heard the robotic voice sound over the speakers, alerting the entirety of the building of his presence. His heart dropped. "Fuck" He muttered under his breath, shooting one last glance at the glob before walking back towards the door of the cell. He almost didn't notice it latch onto his boot.
"Wot the-" He let out a small yelp as he saw it crawling up his boot. He attempted to kick it off, and it fell to the ground, but instead of trying to crawl towards him again, it pushed itself back slightly. Hobie looked at it amusedly for a moment before a chill ran up his spine in realization. It was acting like an animal. An animal about to strike.
It pounced towards him, faster than he could react. He tried to dodge out of the way, but it extended itself out, something Hobie'd never seen before, and it latched onto him, forcing him to stumble and fall onto his back. He sat up quickly, eyes wide with fear as it began to climb up his chest.
He tried to pull it off, grunting with exertion, but it was too late. Hobie watched in horror as the symbiote sunk into him.
"He's in there!"
He didn't have time for this.
Ignoring the fact that the so-called symbiote had disappeared, Hobie jumped up onto the ceiling, sticking onto the rough surface and heading towards the vents he came through earlier. The guards entered and aimed their guns at the ceiling, but he was already gone, having climbed through the vent without a trace.
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"A symbiote?" You asked, folding your arms over your chest as you leaned back in your chair. He nodded in response, fidgeting with his fingers nervously. "What the hell is a symbiote?"
"I don't know. It's probably where the tech came from. 's the original V.E.N.O.M. mech. Or at leas', it looked like V.E.N.O.M. mech." He replied, bouncing his leg up and down.
The two of your were sitting in the living room of his canal boat, going over the contents of the flash drive that he'd just barely escaped with. He'd been able to download most of the files, but they needed an encryption code to access, which neither of you knew. The whole heist had ended up being a waste...except for the fact that he said he saw the original mech.
"What do you mean it looked like the V.E.N.O.M. mech?" You asked confusedly, tilting your head at him. "Was it not the same?"
"No." He shook his head and put his hand against his face, nibbling on his fingernails. "It was this weird...gooey...stuff." He said awkwardly.
You pushed his hand away from his mouth. "Don't do that. Are you okay? You seem nervous." He looked up at your concerned face and his expression softened slightly. "I'm fine. Jus' still on edge." he said quickly, shoving his hands in the pockets of his vest.
"Look, tha' symbiote thing did something. It kind of-" he cringed, knowing that your response wasn't going to be positive, "-latched onto me."
You froze. "What."
"It melted. It melted on top of me, an' then it jus' disappeared. Like I absorbed it or somethin'" he said quietly, his fingers moving back towards his mouth.
"Why would you go near it?" You asked, shock spreading through your body. "Are you insane?"
"I didn't know it would do tha'!" He voice turned defensive as he leaned back slightly, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "I didn't even know it was there! It just appeared out o' nowhere!"
"Okay, okay" you put your hands up to calm him down, or more to calm yourself down. "How do you feel? Did it...change anything?"
He stayed silent for a moment, thinking it over. "I feel great actually."
You raised your eyebrows. "Really?" You asked curiously.
"Yeah. I mean, I'm a bit nervous but that's just 'cause I almost got caught." He stood up, stretching his arms out, a smile appearing on his face as he realized that he was in fact feeling much better. "I feel amazin'"
"Amazing?"
He ignored you and jumped up, sticking his hand to the ceiling. "Huh. I didn't even realize 'til now."
"Okay, let's not jump ahead. We still need to figure out where that thing went." You said, gesturing for him to sit back down. "Did you really just...absorb it?"
He wasn't paying attention to you. He was looking down at his hands weirdly, inspecting them as he stayed sticking to the ceiling. "Hobie!" He looked back at you. "Yea?"
"Can you sit back down?"
"Yes ma'am." He unlatched himself from the ceiling and plopped back down onto the couch. He looked down at himself curiously before glancing back towards you. "You don' think that thing attaching itself t' me is gonna change my powers, do you?"
"Why do you think that?" you asked, eyes widening slightly as you thought about that idea. What if?
"Well, if it's the original V.E.N.O.M. tech, it should act like the tech Ozzy's groupies use, right? Maybe I could use that-"
"No."
"Wot?" He looked at you confusedly. "What do you mean, no?"
"We are not planning another riot when you haven't even figured out what that thing's done to you, Hobes." You said with an eye roll. "You're taking this too easy."
He gave you one of those starboy grins of his. "Come off it, I'm Spider-Man, remember? I'll be fine. Might as well put this t' good use." He said with a wink.
"Put what to use? You don't even know what that thing's doing to you-"
"I'll figure it out along the way." he interrupted, leaning back with a smile. You smacked your forehead in annoyance while he gave you an amused look. "'s cute that you care about me so much-"
"Don't. Even. Start."
"Alright, alright" he put his hands up defensively. "I'm jus' messing with ya."
You gave him another glance. "Are you sure you feel okay?" You tried one last time.
"Peachy."
"Fine." You grumbled, standing up and heading towards the kitchen. "You want something to eat?" You asked, opening the fridge and peering inside.
He followed you, leaning against the counter as he watched from behind. "I'll have a yogurt or something."
You squinted. "I don't think we have yogurt."
"It's right there." he said, vaguely gesturing towards the contents of the fridge.
"Where?"
"Here, jus' let me-" He pointed his hand to towards you, attempting to shoot a web towards the fridge. Suddenly, instead of a web coming out of his wrist like usual, something else appeared.
You watched in horror as his arm turned black and extended towards the fridge, grabbing onto the yogurt before pulling it back. You looked at Hobie and he looked equally as confused, staring down at the container in his hand in shock.
"What the fuck was that?!" You exclaimed, taking a step back.
"I-I don't know!" He replied back, his voice just as high-pitched and nervous as yours was. He held his hand in from of him like it was a weapon, pointing it out. "Tha's new..."
"NO SHIT?!"
"Don't yell at me!" He said, eyes wide.
"What was that thing?!"
"I don't know! Maybe it came from-" his jaw dropped. "You don't think-"
"The symbiote." You both whispered together. "I don't remember V.E.N.O.M. soldiers being able to do that" You said nervously. "Well, it is the original...it probably has some different abilities?" He asked, obviously trying to play it off.
You stared at each other in silence. "You know wot? It's fine." he said, opening up the yogurt container. You watched him in shock. "Are you mental?" You asked, approaching him, throwing your hands up in the air. "How are you okay with this?"
"Well what else am I supposed to do? I don't know how t' get this thing out!" he said defensively, mouth full of yogurt. "I'll figure it out later. I'm hungry." He mumbled, shoveling another spoonful into his mouth as he looked away.
What the hell?
Why was he acting so weird? You'd have never expected him to be okay with some weird gooey alien controlling his body. And since when did he like yogurt?!?
"You're hungry?"
He nodded in response, tossing the empty container into the trash and sifting through the items in the fridge as he searched for another item to attack. His eyes landed on a bag of...frozen shrimp.
He pulled it out curiously, putting it near his face. "What is this?" He asked, looking at it as though he was on the brink of starvation. "...frozen shrimp?" you replied cautiously. "Don't tell me you're gonna ea-"
It was too late. He'd already opened the bag and was crunching on the pieces as if they were chips. "Hobie!" You exclaimed, jaw dropping as you watched him. "What are you-" You stopped yourself, barely able to process what you were seeing.
He just shrugged in response. "I'm hungry."
"FOR FROZEN SHRIMP?!?"
"It smells good!"
His ears perked up and he put the bag down, as if he'd heard something. "Do you hear tha'?" He asked, walking towards the window near the two of you.
"Hear what?"
He pressed his ear to the glass of the window. "Someone needs my help."
"How-"
"I gotta go. Spider-man duties." he interrupted, taking another handful of shrimp in his hand before he grabbed his mask off the couch.
"What are you-"
"See you later, love!"
"Hobie-!"
And just like that, he was gone without another word, swinging off into the distance, faster that he usually did.
Strange.
You stared into the distance, still trying to process what'd just happened. You couldn't help but feel as though something was off. I mean...obviously something was off, but there was this feeling in the pit of your stomach that made it seem as though something far, far worse was going to happen.
It was best not to dwell on it. The best thing for you to do right now was to figure out the encryption code for that damn flash drive. Only then would you be able to figure out what that symbiote really was. And what it could be doing.
End of Part 1.
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baka-bakeneko · 8 months
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Enmesh - Miguel O'Hara
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Miguel O'Hara x Fem Spider Scientist reader (afab biology)
a/n: venom venom venom miguel is the dirtiest and slimy but i'm loving this alot. also i ain't copin' to shit. (part two)
tags: Minors DNI, NSFW, Spiderverse hopping, scientific discovery, symbiotic relationship (kinda), references to self-harm (destruction and/or suicide), obsessive Venom, just as obsessive and possessive Miguel O'Hara, consensual non-consent, breeding kink, missionary, oral sex, tentacle (not tentacles), anal fingering, no use of lube, creampie, hint to cervix penetration
wc: 4.24 k
synopsis: Miguel asks you, fellow scientist and spider-in-training, to investigate an anomaly that popped up on the radar.
Miguel had tasked you to follow a couple of Spiders out on patrols, due to the spike in anomalies on Earth TRN688. He’d attempted to go out to that verse himself, but was called to aid Spiderwoman.
You did as ordered, keeping close remarks in the New York you appeared in. Following the Spider you were partnered with, you kept up with your own built-in web slingers and scanned over the landscape with your anomaly tracker.
Miguel followed your tracking, monitoring the spikes in the radar and mapping the New York geography. He was distracted in his own task, enough so that Jessica pocketed his personal tracker on you.
You managed to stop on the same rooftop as Reilly, catching your breath with another scan of the radar.
“What’s up?” He asked, pulling off his mask to catch his breath.
You shrugged, narrowing your eyes at the tracker as a spike rose up in the landscape. “We need to get over there.”
You pointed across Central Park, directly over the water. “There’s a spike out there.”
Reilly exhaled, returning his mask back on and kicking off of the rooftop. “Let’s go.”
You scampered after him, looking over the ledge of the rooftop to see your companion free-falling into New York traffic before catching himself on a web at the last second. You released a shaky breath, shooting out a web and jumping from the ledge, swinging after the Spider.
Upon reaching the anomaly spike, you landed roughly on the scorched grass in Central Park. You pulled yourself up and walked around the crash site of the meteorite. Reilly landed carefully behind you, watching as you slowly approached the cracked open, smoking space rock.
You leaned forward to look at the rock, plain of anything significant.
A splash of shadow lurched out at you and, in the split second of you lurching back in shock, Reilly shot a heavy web out to stop it. The captured ooze writhed on the ground before your feet, slowly soaking in Reilly’s web until you stamped a foot to cut it off.
You dug through your research bag to find a vial large enough for the thing to fit in and bent to stuff it in. You screwed on a tamper seal, holding the vial up to your face as the ooze, dark as night, began to float within the glass like a lava lamp.
Your thumb folded over the front of the glass, watching as the ooze lurched in the direction of it like it tried to attack you.
“The fuck is that?”
You shook your head. “I don’t know. But it’s alive.”
“No shit. It almost ate you.” Reilly said, standing to fold his hand over the back of his neck. “O’Hara would’ve killed me if something happened to you.”
You tore your gaze away from the ooze to look at Reilly. “I appreciate you babysitting me. I’ll tell Miguel your contribution to my safety.”
Reilly dropped his arms to his side, then crossed them over his chest. “Is that all we came for?”
You pursed your lips, bringing the vial into your full hold. “I think so.”
You gave the ooze another curious look then straightened up the contents of your bag to put it in carefully.
“Let’s go show him what we found.”
-
As soon as you were back in headquarters, you bounded towards Miguel’s office. You held onto the strap of your bag carefully, slipping between the countless number of Spider-people in the direction of the epicenter.
You paused at the gate of Miguel’s office, catching your breath once again when you noticed it was occupied with a group.
“Hone— Miguel,” you corrected yourself, pushing yourself forward to Miguel’s platform.
Miguel was directed at the front of the group, looking down at them in pause of giving orders. His eyes slowly shifted over to you, noting your ragged breathing and flushed face.
“Dismissed.” He waved off the group in an instant, lowering the platform to allow you up. “What did you find? Are you okay?”
You nodded, immediately digging into your bag to retrieve the ooze vial. “Your anomaly…was a meteorite. This was found at the crash site.”
You held the vial up between the two of you, your view crossed between it and Miguel’s gaze. Your fingers held the top of the vial and the two of you watched as the ooze lashed up at where your fingers touched the glass.
“Shocking,” Miguel whispered, gripping the bottom of the vial in effort to get the ooze to react to his touch.
The ooze paused, homing itself at the top of the glass where you touched before drooping a glob down as if to test the waters at Miguel’s touch. The two of you watched as it stretched along the vial, touching both ends of the glass and thrumming slightly.
“What do you think it is?” You asked, wanting to hear another scientist’s theory.
“I’m not entirely sure. Is it dangerous?” Miguel asked, tugging the vial from your hold and rolling it in his palm.
You winced softly, watching your discovery slosh about the vial. “It lashed out at me when I arrived but Reilly caught it.”
Miguel’s brows furrowed, pulling his eyes from the ooze before meeting your gaze. “You’re okay?”
His free hand reached out, retracting his claws, and caressed your cheek. You grinned briefly, leaning into his touch.
“I’m fine. Web-slinger’s coming along great.”
Miguel hid a gulp, mirroring your grin before retreating his touch. “You did great, hermosa. I’m dismissing you.”
You nodded, your eyes cutting to the ooze vial in his palm. When you looked at it, the ooze reacted and lurched out in your direction.
“Okay. Will you be home for dinner?”
Miguel folded his lips together, looking down at the ooze vial then back at you. “I may be a bit late. Gonna see what makes this thing tick.”
While you wanted to stay to conduct research with Miguel, you knew that Lyla would be just as good as you in that aspect. You reached for your shoulder, tensing the muscle that throbbed in its place.
Raising on your toes, you leaned forward with bracing Miguel’s thick forearm. “Don’t be too late, okay? You need your sleep.”
You kissed his stubbled cheek, rested your forehead to his temple. “And I miss you.”
Miguel fought the deep exhale from his chest, turning in the direction of your mouth. He was tempted at your soft lips, his nose nudging yours. “I miss you too. I promise not to overdo it.”
“I’m holding you to that,” you whispered, pointing your pinkie finger out for Miguel to cross with his own.
He did so, noting your thumb circling the silicone band on your ring finger. “Get some rest.”
-
Miguel managed to find another container to move the ooze into. He tapped it into the jar and immediately flipped it over.
Watching the sludge dart to the bottom of the jar then below to the table. He forced his hand over the bottom of the jar to keep it from slipping free and marked its response to light.
Nothing.
Its response to water, a quick drop next to it made the ooze not react. Miguel glared at the sludge, shifting the jar back and forth for some sort of response from it.
"You're alive, I know you have a weakness."
When he spoke at it, the ooze seemed to perk up in the direction of his voice. Miguel quirked a brow, tilted his head. "You can hear."
The ooze fashioned its glob in the direction of Miguel's tilt, as if to mimic him. Miguel peeled the jar up and tentatively poked out to the ooze.
"Are you..." Miguel began, watching the ooze lash out to his finger and worm quickly up his arm.
"Whoa, slow down." He reached to stop the sludge but it disappeared under his palm.
Miguel still felt the crawl of the ooze on his body, over his skin and, then, under it. He fashioned his claws, ready to tear into his skin but took a deep breath.
"Lyla!" Miguel called out, looking around his office for his AI. "Run a diagnostic. Quickly."
Lyla blipped into being, scanning over Miguel as he took a few deep breaths in before he felt a sudden onset of heat.
"Mierde," he released in a pant, waving for Lyla to dissipate his suit for the full scan.
"What's wrong, Miguel?" Lyla asked, zipping around Miguel's head as she produced a virtual tablet. "Your temperature's raised to 125."
Miguel's stomach rumbled slightly, his throat growing dryer by the second. His mouth was drying, his tongue aching from the lack of moisture.
"What do you have so far?" Miguel asked, resting his hands on his hips and following Lyla round his head. He kept his breathing steady, blinking slowly while his heart pounded hard against his ribs.
"I-I'm checking," Lyla cut out her attitude, running through her tablet at the scrolling diagnostic. "What is this, Miguel?"
"The-the anomaly," Miguel muttered, snapping his fingers in the direction of the empty jar. "The thing understands words, cognizant of what I say."
Lyla nodded, looking up from her tablet. "I see. The thing is trying to make a nest in your chest, Miguel. It's attaching to your spinal cord."
Miguel gulped, straightening his stature. "Is it...aggressive?"
"Not as I've seen so far. The...thing is trying to inhabit your spleen and draw nutrients from it."
"No," Miguel grunted, immediately clenching his side and puncturing his skin with his claws. "Not if I have a say in it."
Hungry.
Miguel heard the word echo through his head, the word husking into his ear. He tilted his chin, raising his hand to Lyla. "It speaks."
Lyla raised her brows, scrolling through the tablet and stopping at a blip. "It appears to be receding from your spleen. Quick, say something."
Miguel deadpanned at Lyla, cocked his jaw as his body grew in chills. "What are you hungry for?"
Anything.
Miguel looked to Lyla as she turned the tablet towards him. He noted the ooze retreating back to his spinal cord, housing itself between his vertebrae.
"Do you have a name?"
We are Venom.
Miguel exhaled and Lyla resumed her final diagnostics.
"You say you eat anything, yet you garner for my spleen. Why?" Miguel asked, retracting his claws from his skin.
We eat anything. Humans are food.
"Why not eat me immediately?" Miguel asked.
You are with the woman. The scientist. We are symbiotic. We want the woman.
Miguel grit his teeth. "You can't eat her."
We do not wish to eat her. We want her to host us.
Miguel scoffed, waving for Lyla to retrieve his clothes. "Never going to happen. You want to stay with me, that's fine. But you're never getting her."
The ooze within him hummed, the noise reverberated down his spine and he tensed his top lip.
"That's the only way you'll stay. Otherwise, I will destroy you."
Not before destroying yourself first.
"So be it." Miguel cocked his jaw, unfolding his pants after they blipped into existence on his workstation. He gave a nod to Lyla. "I have nothing better to do anyways."
What about the woman?
"My woman," Miguel stressed, pulling on his pants. He reached for his shirt next, folding it over his head and pulling it over his torso.
Mi amor, you call her that. What does that mean?
Miguel scoffed, suddenly glancing to Lyla. "It tapped into my brain stem too?"
Lyla solemnly nodded. Miguel hid a roll of his eyes.
"It means 'my love'. My second language."
And hermosa?
Miguel shook his head. "'Beautiful'."
She is.
"Hey." Miguel snapped his fingers as he stared straightforward. "Venom, right? You...stay out of the way of her. If I recognize a single drop of you in her, I'll dissect myself to kill you. Do we understand each other?"
Venom laxed within Miguel, the closest form of contentedness he felt after the being melded into him.
Fine. We go home to her, though?
Miguel shut his eyes in slight disbelief. "Yes. We do. She's my fiancée."
Lucky.
-
You tried to stay up for Miguel, even after you climbed into bed. There was nothing to keep you in the meantime, after eating dinner and cleaning up the apartment, you waited.
It wasn't until your head jerked back up that you realized you had dozed off. And there was still no sign of Miguel. Shutting off your light, you returned to bed and soon fell asleep.
Miguel appeared in the bedroom when you were finally gone. He waited at the door, listening to you rustle between the sheets.
Venom demanded to be fed as soon as Miguel left headquarters. In order to keep his part of the deal, Miguel stopped at a convenience store and stocked up on roller hot dogs.
The taste of rolled-over grease settled wrong on his tongue, he gagged over not hacking the food back up.
"Why not chicken?" Miguel asked, on his way back to the apartment while suppressing a belch.
Chicken, no.
Miguel stepped into the room and stood at the foot of the bed, staring at you splayed over the mattress. He chuckled, tugging at your big toe.
She's pretty.
"She's my everything," Miguel offered, kneeling onto the bed and moving over you.
She smells delicious.
Miguel cut his face to the side, snarling at the darkness of the room. "You stay out of my mind. She's private."
Venom growled within Miguel. He felt a soft wiggle in his side, acknowledging the familiar ooze that emanated from his skin.
We feel how you do about her.
Venom's appendage caressed Miguel's chin and his nostrils flared.
"I'm not open to sharing." Miguel retorted, his top lip peeling up to reveal his fang.
Who said anything about sharing? We share your body, Miguel. Everything else is one.
Miguel leaned down and rested his forehead to your stomach, nudging his nose along your skin. You stirred, your hand tensing.
"She's mine, only mine," Miguel whispered.
You wish to impregnate her.
Miguel slammed his eyes shut, teeth grit harder as he folded his bottom lip to your skin. "I want her through and through."
Touching.
Miguel tsked, kissing up your body as he applied his weight over you. Venom's appendage slithered over the bed and ghosted over your pillow.
"You don't get to touch her," Miguel ordered softly. "Not unless it's through me."
Your rules.
Venom retracted the appendage and Miguel kissed behind your ear.
"Hermosa, I'm home." Miguel whispered. "I'm sorry I'm late."
Your tired hand reached up to comb through Miguel's hair. "You're burning up, baby."
"I know." Miguel rolled his eyes, his hands planting at your hips. "Cool off with me."
You grinned, working up to waking. "Keep moving like this, I'll break out in a sweat too."
Miguel hummed, kissing across your cheek. "I miss you."
You arched into Miguel, feeling the heat of his body all over you like a rash. His crotch was raving with heat, pressed just over your panties.
"I missed you," you hissed back, feeling your body awaken to his touch.
Her sounds, they are delicious too.
Miguel bit at your earlobe, earning your coo. He bowed his head, forcing out a remark to Venom. "Stop it."
"I can't help it," you moaned, raising your leg.
"Mi amor." Miguel returned to your mouth and kissed you, feeling the anomaly within him ebbing up his throat.
He pulled back with a harsh swallow. His jaw cocked, Miguel reversed back down your body with kisses.
In your shirt, he muttered at Venom to stay in their lane. He bit at the waistband of your panties and peeled them down, lashing his tongue out to stripe your pubic bone.
You sighed, raising your hips for Miguel to pull your panties down. He did so, grinning devilishly as he did. The heat rose under his skin, feeling a prickle at the sight of your sex.
Miguel selfishly leaned in to kiss your inside thigh, dragging his lips along your skin before descending on your pussy. He didn't waste a moment, making a meal of your clit.
You edged awake, sitting up to tighten your grip on his hair. "Baby."
Miguel moaned into you, staring across your body to meet your tired eyes. Venom rattled in Miguel's chest, the ooze ready to lash out and gain his own taste of you.
Miguel pulled away, bit his own tongue to draw back the anomaly. You groaned, shifting your hips up to gain his mouth back.
"Stay," he hissed.
We want to taste.
You purred, grinding your hips back to the mattress. "So bossy."
Miguel flashed a grin at you, bowing back to resume between your legs. "Not a chance. Live in my wake," he muttered against your lips, kissing them before parting you with his tongue.
He forced his crotch to the bed, trying to work out his own pleasure while focusing on yours.
You want her. We want her too. We can help.
"Get bent," Miguel slopped, suctioning his mouth over your clit.
You crooned, breath picking up with each soft lap to your bundle of nerves. "Miguel, please..."
She begs for us.
"Not for you," Miguel offered, popping your clit from his mouth with another heated glare at you.
He shifted, grinding his pelvis against your heat. Your face pinched, a breathy groan escaping your lips. Your hands went to Miguel's hair, combing it from his face to see the lust driven in his eyes.
Instead of crimson lashing through his irises, it was obsidian. The black that pooled his pupils flashed then receded and you swallowed.
Miguel met your lips, allowed you to taste yourself on his tongue. Venom's appendage reappeared, slipping against your thigh as Miguel shifted out of his sweats.
His mouth occupied his demand for Venom to take a backseat. While he didn't understand the anomaly's obsession with you, he knew the need.
Hissing away from your kiss, Miguel bowed his head again. "Stay out of her," he whispered to himself.
She wants you, let us help please her.
"Not a chance," Miguel whispered, angling his stiffened cock against your entrance.
He sank in an inch, allowing you to adjust to his size. You squirmed, your hips lifting to earn more of him. "Please, baby. More."
You rocked your hips in effort to gain his friction. Miguel's hands at your hips held you still, hissing at the heat in his body. Venom ran laps along Miguel's spine, snarling and biting inside for a chance.
Miguel grabbed at the stray appendage of Venom slithering towards your ass and tossed it aside. He sank another inch into, adjusting to your clenching walls.
The heat from within you and the rising temperature of Venom made Miguel sweat out of his pants.
"Miguel, you okay?" You asked, taking note of the rivulets of sweat that doused his face.
The obsidian flashed in his eyes again, making him shed his shirt before going for yours next.
"I need to feel all of you," Miguel grunted, suddenly a man possessed.
The film of sweat on him slicked over your body, his hands gripping tighter in your hips as he sank further until you tensed. It was too much too soon, his size always being something to ease into.
Miguel ducked his head to your shoulder and recanted his hips. "Forgive me, mi amor. I'm starved for you."
His voice was laced with filth, the tone of him so needy and rough. He felt his throat was dragged through desertion to end at the fountain of you.
Miguel's arms caged over you, centering you in the middle of the bed while his skin dripped over yours. So open and naked, his eyes primal while he gulped at the sight of you.
She's so ripe.
Your legs melted further apart at Miguel's hips, your knees easing up while your stomach curled at the carnal stare that bore into you. You shared a soft swallow, feeling Miguel's throbbing cock nestled in your beating walls.
Venom's appendage snaked up your inner thigh, making your walls clench tighter, until a warmth settled between your cheeks.
Your hand reached down to examine the feeling, only to be caught by Miguel's hand on your wrist. You quirked, glancing between your bodies to acknowledge the warmth as Miguel's other hand wedged under your body and traced down your back.
He rested his palm to the small of your back, angling your hips to allow him more. You panted before his lips, feeling Miguel's fingers part your cheeks with a timid grin.
"I want to make you..."
Ours.
"Mine all over," he finished, leaning into your lips to peck. "Is that okay?"
You released a shaky breath and arched into Miguel's body. "Make me yours."
She's filthy. We like her.
"Stop me if it's too much," Miguel offered, finally relenting to Venom's appendage to take lead at your tighter hole.
At the same time, Miguel began to thrust softly into you. He readily eased your mind while Venom lapped the flexible appendage against your hole, making a movement like licking.
"Miguel," you gasped as Venom pushed in softly, testing the pucker of your ass.
Miguel nodded along with you, thrusting with your breaths and intoxicating himself between the two of them. He could taste Venom's excursion on his tongue, feeling the tight muscle slowly give way to the tip and thrust in.
The three of you vibrated on a similar wavelength, Miguel snarling as he fucked into and tasted you all at once. You wiggled at the slow drag of Miguel's assumed dry fingers in your ass, the feeling giving way to your slick being used as lube.
Venom pushed in softer, wiggling in soft half-circles to caress every sensitive wall. You cried into Miguel's mouth when both his fingers and his cock collided within you and sent a shockwave of pleasure to your system.
Your knees shook at Miguel's sides; he stared down at you, drinking in your demeanor while he and Venom made work of you.
She's beautiful.
"You're so beautiful," Miguel stole his words back from the anomaly as they echoed.
You smiled, drunk from the pleasure that vibrated through you. Miguel huffed against you, kissed your lips again as he ground his pelvis against your clit.
You felt another shock to your system, your toes curling as his fingers curved up to meet the thrusts of his cock.
Give her something good.
Miguel cut his eyes behind his lids, finally ignoring the alien and picking up his thrusts to meet your level of high. He was going to take you both over, not the anomaly obsessed.
Your hands gripped at Miguel's shoulders, not able to help the desperate clawing to his massive back to gain your standing. It was a fruitless effort, finding your hips rocking as Miguel's fingers ruined your ass and his cock paved through you.
"C-cum in me," you choked out, resting your forehead to Miguel's.
Make it good. Breed her.
Miguel ignored Venom's disturbed wants, only listened to you. He ground into you again, this time earning your body trembling as an orgasm tore through you.
It made a mess of you, your stomach heaving while your knees knocked at Miguel's sides. Your palms flattened to the small of Miguel's back, forcing his hips further into you. You rocked your hips to ride out your ecstasy, attempting to drive Miguel over at the same instance.
She's a keeper, alright.
Miguel mirthlessly scoffed, following the rock of your hips until the sweat broke out in another wave. He pushed into you, to the hilt, touching the white hot soft ring inside your pussy and came.
He doused your cervix with his cum, kissing at the womb's entrance with the desire to drive deeper into you. Miguel's mind raced, thinking of spelunking further, making you a whole new his.
At the same time, Venom slinked back to its recesses. Reeling back into Miguel, sated and quiet.
Miguel caught his breath over you, losing the strength in his arms and resting his full body against you. You panted just the same, staring up at the dark ceiling while your fingers combed through the nape of his hair. Your other hand traced up and down his spine, inadvertently petting the anomaly housed inside him.
"I," you began, lining your dry throat with a new coat of saliva. "I take it research wasn't a bust."
Miguel kissed at your neck, nuzzling his face in the crevice of your shoulder. "No, it wasn't. You...you brought me a blessing."
We're a blessing?
You edged your chin in to glance down at Miguel. "Really?" You asked, incredulous.
Miguel shook his head. "No, it's an actual pain in the ass. But worth further study."
You laughed softly then, resting your head back to the mattress. "Yeah, speaking of ass..."
Miguel tensed against you, ready for you to catch onto his secret play underneath the skin.
"I liked that," you admitted, rolling your eyes at the raw feeling of your hole, your walls still throbbing around Miguel's still-hard cock.
Of course she did.
Miguel grimaced at the anomaly's cocky nature echoed through him. He pecked at your skin. "I'll never do it again unless you want."
You blushed, shutting your eyes. "As long as I'm yours."
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Heal the World
sm2 venom x afab! reader
a 363 word smut blurb about having sex with your boyfriend harry after he’s been taken over by the venom symbiote. feat… breeding kink, cunniligus, dubcon, dacryphilia, overstimulation, impregnation (w/the symbiote). read on ao3!
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the tall muscular mass of black tendrils stood before you, pinning you down with ease. what was once your boyfriend harry had now mutated into a colossal figure of symbiotic might. you’d be right to fear him, but you couldn’t help but still love him. your curiosity piqued at what he could offer you now — in this form. his long, slender tongue traces shapes across your bare skin, causing you to shiver with anticipation and need.
“i won’t hurt you,” the modulated voice of the alien speaks, but you weren’t so sure. “wanna breed you. heal the world” the symbiote speaks again. but then, you know you’re done for when he admits, “harry wants this too. wants to feel you this way,” and you submit.
venom’s tongue practically splits you in half as he tastes you. his course tongue exploring every crevice he could find and relishing every time he hit your sweet spot. you lost track of how many orgasms had washed over you as venom laps each of them up with vigor. you were ruined for anybody else, and secretly you hoped harry was feeling good beneath all the warped black material.
after your latest orgasm, venom’s tongue continued it’s barrage on your abused cunt as it needlessly flicks at your swollen clit. tears roll down your cheeks as you try to quiet the sobs from the overstimulation, but damn it if it doesn’t feel like a divine intervention. if harry ever did resurface, you’d doubt you could have sex with him normally ever again.
you don’t know what you expected, but it all happened to fast for you to get a glimpse of it. all you knew is that once again, you were greeted with a bombardment of new pleasurable sensations that you could feel at the base of your spine. ruthlessly snapping his hips into yours and easily molding his body to perfectly fit your needs, it wasn’t long before another orgasm was ripped forcibly from your body. venom hisses as you clamp down on him before he releases a slimy black substance into you.
it all goes dark and then you hear him — “welcome home darling”
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theres-a-body-here · 5 months
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Darling~
Miguel O'Hara x Male!reader
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It was utter mayhem inside the Spider-HQ.
One of the criminals being held in the lower prison block had escaped and gained access to the central interface and modified it.
Portals from across countless dimensions opened, allowing villains to enter into the headquarters.
Some Spiders fought single opponents while others faced multiple versions of the same villain. The air was thick with tension as each hero tried desperately to save themselves and their comrades from the assault.
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Miguel O'Hara stood tall like a lone wolf amidst a pack of ravenous predators. All communications within the building were being scrambled. He couldn't reach the others or Lyla.
With a defiant cry echoing through the corridors, he launched himself forward, using his enhanced agility to evade the clutches of several Scorpion variants.
Miguel was pissed to say the least, but he focuses that rage into determination as he traded blows with the criminals.
Once the last of them were knocked out cold, Miguel began to web sling towards the Go Home Machine to try and fix this mess.
However, as his adrenaline began to subside, Miguel felt a sharp pain in his right calf. He glanced down to see a large cut which was pulsating green.
One of the Scorpions must have got him during the fight, unnoticed by him. He cursed under his breath as he began to feel a burning throughout his body.
Miguel felt his grip on his web falter as he stopped swinging to plant his feet on solid ground. But the effects seemed to worsen as he fell into his knees, vision blurring.
Before Miguel could think of what to do next, he felt a brutal blow to his head as he was kicked a few feet away.
He let out a cry of pain as he cocked his head to see Tombstone, or at least a tombstone. Miguel tried to stand up, only to fall back down.
"Looky here," Alonzo sneered sarcastically. "Shit, I'm sure my alternate wouldn't mind if I squashed his problem for him. I know I sure as hell wouldn't."
Tombstone delivered another kick onto Miguel, this time aiming at his ribs. Miguel heard a crack as his world began to spin.
Once he refocused his sight, Miguel was on his back as Alonzo straddled him, wrapping his cold hands around his neck. Miguel tried his best to free himself, but the poison and Tombstone's vice-like strength was making it hard for him to even think.
As Miguel's vision began to blacken, he heard Tombstone laugh at him. "if you're anything like my Spider-Man, this is gonna be so very satisf-,"
Tombstone's words were cut shot as a black spike pierced through his chest. Miguel winced as Alonzo coughed out blood onto his mask.
The black spike seemingly liquified to wrap around Tombstone's chest like a tendril. And before he could react, it swung him into the ceiling with a sickening crack.
Miguel felt the cold air rush into his lungs as he began to cough and breathe heavily. He rubbed his throat as he watched Tombstone's body being slammed into the ground with such force that his head popped like a watermelon.
The black tendril retreated back to its user, slinking away under their clothes like a hidden blade.
Miguel felt his blood run cold at the sight of you. He weakly attempted to crawl away but his legs and arms wouldn't listen to his brain.
You watched Miguel writhe around in an attempt to escape with a faint frown. You were so certain he'd be grateful. You let out a sigh. Beggars can't be choosers. This sentimental moment was too golden for you to ruin it over something so small.
Your soft voice broke the silence. "Spider...," you seemed to rethink your words as you glance down at the lower levels, witnessing the other Spider-Men fighting villains.
"Our Spider-Man," you spoke in a whisper as your lips curled into a smile.
"Venom," Miguel snarled back.
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