Tawns of Fun

Imagine bumping into Venom at the rave. 

You tell him Eddie’s worried about him. Then you notice the glow necklaces. He offers you one in exchange for flashing. 

“What?” you snapped, arms akimbo. “Eddie didn’t teach you that.” 

“…He did.” 

“Bad alien. We’re going home.” 

You took Venom’s hand in your own, waiting for him to infest you. And ignore a couple of guys who were giving the symbiote thumbs up. 

Note: No particular Spidey in mind. Added Venom, to fit the monster and/or villain angle of this blog. 

Imagine breaking up with Peter and moving across the country to get away from him. 

Imagine showing Venom your new lingerie.

“What do you think?” you asked, giving the symbiote a whirl.

Black tendrils, the same color as your undergarments, reached out, hooking themselves under the straps and rippling against the crotch.

“Why not wear me instead?”

Imagine Venom being reluctant to fight Riot because you’re the other symbiote’s host. Lucky for him, you seduced Riot into being less interested in taking over the world and more interested other sorts of conquests. Namely, finding out if Venom is as interested in getting pegged as your ex-boyfriend Eddie was.

(Answer: He is.)

Imagine Venom promising to make Bane’s mask obsolete if your lover lets the symbiote infest him for a “three-some.”

Imagine hooking up with Venom after he takes care of the robber.

It was hard not to rub your thighs together when Eddie came into the store. The presence of a cute regular just made the wait for your shift to be over even more agonizing. Playing with yourself wouldn’t be happening for at least another half hour.

Before you could piece together a juicy daydream, someone pulled a gun on Mrs. Chen. You braced yourself against the shelf you’d been stocking. And watched as the extorter was confronting by a hulking, glistening... humanoid Gak? A distorted voice threatened your boss’s assailant, and you involuntarily clutched your c/u/n/t.

“What the hell are you?”

Slime slid back to reveal Eddie was engulfed by this monstrosity. “We are Venom.”

It didn’t bother you in the least that your drawers were getting deluged. You were sweltering in the rest of your clothes, though. Seeing Venom “take care” of the robber didn’t bother you, either. What did bother you was when he oozed back inside his host, who then explained Venom was “a parasite.”

“He’s beautiful,” you gushed. Eddie ogled you before his face was again enveloped in black slime.

“You’re nubile,” Venom replied. You smiled and took his hand in your own. As you led both males out of the store, the symbiote re-entered Eddie but allowed strands of himself to stick to your warm palm.

Imagine Venom loving having you as his host. You’re so kink/y. To show his appreciation, the symbiote seeks out men you find attractive in order to infest them for your pleasure.

Imagine Riot attempting to intimidate you into telling him Venom’s location. But the symbiote gets bashful when you start coming onto him and his host.

Imagine being Venom’s host and you two finding creative ways to interact.

You: Running your fingers through him like he’s Gak. Letting him engulf you and slither all over you.

Him: Stimulating multiple parts of your body at once. Leaving tiny pinpricks over said parts. (Considering the size of his teeth, that’s impressive.)

Request: “Being Spider-Woman & Venom Having a Thing For You Would Include...” Man, I feel like a Spider-Newb. I guess what I wrote is sort of compliant to some canon Venom media.   

Being Spider-Woman and Venom having a thing for you would involve…

Imagine having unprotected s*x with Venom while he’s engulfing Eddie. Venom assures you he’ll absorb his host’s sp*rm; Eddie and you assume symbiote-human interbreeding can’t happen. Both that promise and assumption are thrown out the window when your alien boyfriend unexpectedly goes into heat.