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redd956 · 1 year
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Villain Whumpee 1
Villain clung to the pillow Hero provided, hissing into it as the syringe was plunged into their neck. They shuddered at Superhero's hands following up, lightly pressing against Villain's shoulder. They cut off their own whimper, fully burying their face into the pillow, as if doing so would rescue their rapidly dying dignity. Hero watched in horror ,their supposedly powerful rival who was terrified of what was to come.
"That should do it." Superhero added matter of factly, already sauntering off to leave.
"It'll work? Just like that?" Hero stopped them at the doorway, ignoring the cold glare being shot back to them in resposne.
"Yes. Villain is lucky you care enough to hound me for that stuff. Expensive is an understatement."
Superhero glanced behind Hero, almost as if threatening Villain too. Hero knew that look so well. It was Superhero's judgmental glare. Right now it was surely saying, you don't deserve it. It's what it seemed to be saying the majority of the time anyway. Hero was hoping to see a flicker of something in Superhero's eyes, empathy, sympathy, a speckle of compassion. Instead nothing awaited.
"I'm sure they'll be fine"., Superhero droned. "Supervillain's venom isn't as special as they'd like it be."
With that they left Hero alone with Villain.
Hero shimmied up to Villain on the bed, continuously looking over them with worry blanching their face. At this rate they'd be equally as pale to their counterpart. "It's going to be alright." Hero lamented, patting Villain's back, "I promise."
Villain's eyes remained shut, almost sealed by thick tears from pain. Attempting to catch their breath, their entire body shook, the chest heaving up and down. Hero sat there listening to them breathe, hearing the occasional hitch for a large inhale, or the slight whine. Villain's bitten arm remained snuggled underneath them. Messily applied bandages peeked out. Their face was reddened, and damp from beads of sweat.
"Her- Hero..."
Hero allowed Villain to clasp one of their hands. It immediately tightened it's grip, Villain trying to fight off the pain. Their veins were on fire, hot prickling fire, traveling throughout them. Aching came first before all of that, as if the skeleton itself just wanted to ruin Villain's life. They knew Supervillain's venom was bad, but they didn't expect to get sick so quickly.
The worst part wasn't the pain anymore. Villain opened their eyes only for a split second to see a whole world of a terror in front of them. A flash of villain's phobias all bunched up into one. They completely forgot about the hallucinations.
Hero felt Villain trying to shift closer to them. They added, "I'm right here".
Villain began to ball in on themselves, keeping their hand extended and in Hero's. Hero could do nothing, but simply watch over their rival as the antivenom tried it's best at doing it's job. Hopefully... it works just like Superhero promised.
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akindplace · 2 years
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My body is weak, but my hope is like venon, spreading through my veins, strong enough to keep me alive, to keep me going, to keep healing. Even when it seems slow, I can remember that this hope running through my frail body is the energy I use to recover. My hope is contagious and spreading through this body, as many times as it needs to fight. I'm not going anywhere.
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e-m-p-error · 1 year
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Valentino And His Body (Anatomy)
Valentino's Addictive Properties
Valentino's insides are all very, very pink. From the meat to the organs, his blood, even his very vaguely pastel bones, it's all different shades of vibrant, hot pinks. Even his teeth are pink and would be a brighter color if not for the smoking. The color comes from the venom gland tucked beneath his skull around his spinal cord.
It is slim enough not to make his neck bulge, and unless you know what you are feeling for, hard to feel from the outside. It is slightly squishy but firm, and roughly two inches thick. The gland itself is the brightest thing inside of him, lightly glowing and very saturated with color.
The venom permeates everything in Valentino's body, from his saliva to blood, urine, sweat, meat, and cum. In small doses, it doesn't have much of a reaction other than producing a desire for more. However, the more venom enters someone's body, the more they will feel the effects.
Side effects include: Fatigue, hunger, visual/auditory hallucinations, feeling floaty, lack of motor function, disorientation, dizziness upon standing, and in extreme cases, nausea/vomiting, headaches, and seizures.
Due to the addictive quality of the venom, a lack of it after any prolonged exposure will lead to cravings and even withdrawal.
Withdrawal symptoms include: Tremors, chills, hot flashes, nausea/vomiting, cravings, loss of appetite, dehydration
Valentino and Typhokinesis
Valentino's Venom (Expanded)
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somewhatidealname · 2 months
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Does your Springtrap have sharp teeth
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take a look
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on-this-day-mcr · 1 month
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On this day, March 19
In 2023: My Chemical Romance performed their 67th show of the 2022-2023 Swarm tour in Warrang (Sydney), Australia. At this show, an unreleased song (titled "Eagles" on the paper setlist) was performed for the 11th time ever, with new lyrics. Gerard Way wore a dark grey skirt suit, with fake blood dripping from the side of their head. "UNKILLABLE" was written on the drums. (🖤)
Watch the show here!
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Josh Groom
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symbiotic-slime · 2 years
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Heat like Fire
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a/n: happy halloween my fellow monsterfuckers!! couldn't have a spooky season without blessing y'all with a spicy venom fic
pairing: Venom/Host!Reader [AFAB, Gender Neutral]
word count: 1.5k
content: NSFW, developing relationship, mating cycles, tentacle sex, mild dom/sub, tentacle bondage, biting, degradation
Mature Audiences ONLY
You sat on your cracked leather couch, staring at the screen of your TV. A cheesy Hallmark-style movie was playing, though you weren't paying attention. You felt sick. Your body ached, your skin was clammy, and the worst was that nothing you did seemed to help. The ice pack did nothing to cool your body, the meds hadn't put a dent in the aches.
And someone was being... decidedly quiet.
"God, Ven, what's going on?" You groaned, your head woozy. "Are we sick? I feel like I've got the worst flu of my life."
“No, we're not.” They sounded defensive, like there was something they were hiding from you.
"Are you gonna tell me what's going on? You seem to know," you snarked.
Silence.
"Ven? I just want to know what the fuck is going on with my body."
"We are in heat," they said, their voice heavy with guilt.
"We're in WHAT?" You demanded, springing out of your seat.
"Heat, [Y/N]."
"Like some kind of fucking animal?!" A sharp pain shot through your stomach, and you were forced to sit back down. "No... no no no this can't be happening. Humans don't go into heat."
"Symbiotes do."
"Fuck." You buried my head in your hands. You shifted your weight, moaning as slick rolled down your leg. "What are we going to do? It's not like we can just go out and find someone who's willing to fuck us through this."
"You could always call that person you were seeing before."
"Alex?" You asked incredulously.
"Yes," they hissed. "I'm sure they'd love to see you like this."
"I don't think someone who ghosted me would want to help with this. God, I don't even think I could explain this to them," you groaned. "Even if I could, I don't think I'll be able to wait long enough for them to get here. I feel like I'm gonna pass out."
There was a tentative pause, an odd silence in your head.
"We could always help you with it," they mumbled, their voice subdued, almost nervous.
Were they offering to have sex with you?
"You mean like... making it go away?" You laughed nervously.
"If we could make this go away, morsel, we wouldn't be here."
They were definitely offering to have sex with you.
And you weren't... opposed to it.
Your body quite liked the idea. Blood rushed to your cheeks as your legs spread further apart. Your pussy throbbed at the thought of their tendrils wrapping around your skin, toying with you while you're completely helpless.
You told yourself that was just because of the heat. It wasn't that you was actually attracted to them, you were just reacting weirdly because your body needed to be fucked.
That was totally what this was.
"What... what would that be like?" You fidgeted, my hands tapped against my thigh.
"It could be anything you want," they purred, sending shivers down my spine.
You moaned, loud and obscene, and quickly shoved a hand over your mouth.
"You need to be somewhere comfortable, morsel. A nest."
You cocked your head to the side. "Like a bed?"
"Yes, that would work."
"Can you take us there, love?" The pet name just slipped out, but it felt right. "I feel like my legs are gonna give out if I try to stand."
"Of course." Your body was rigid as they seized control of it. Their movements were jerky and uncanny, but you didn't collapse into a heap on the floor. That was a bonus.
They laid you down on the bed gently, removing your clothes as their tendrils delicately wrapped around your legs.
You moaned and arched your back, desperate for any sort of friction.
Your face grew hot when I realized what you'd done. You squirmed. "Fuck," you groaned. "Why am I like this?"
"It's because of your heat, [Y/N]. We already established this."
You sighed, exasperated. You couldn't take it anymore, you needed them inside of you. "Venom. Please just shut up and fuck me."
More tendrils slinked out of your body, pulling your hands above your head and pinning you to the bed. You tugged on them, testing their strength. There was no give to them.
"We know exactly what you want," they purred into my ear. "What you crave."
You whimpered, throwing your head back against the pillow.
The tendrils around your legs tightened, keeping your legs spread far apart. The rest spoiled over your body in a shibari-like pattern, claiming you as theirs.
"We know our morsel likes this," they said as their tendrils played with your nipples, twisting and pulling until you were a moaning mess beneath them.
"Please, Venom, I need you to fuck me," you whined.
"Beg for it."
Usually you would be mortified by the idea of that, but you beyond embarrassment.
"Please," you whined, your slick soaking the sheets beneath me. "I need you to fuck me. Please, Ven, I need you inside me."
"Well, since you asked so nicely..."
You moaned as Venom's tendrils traced up my thighs, caressed every inch of your body. One of the ones playing with your chest split off, wrapping around your neck to form a collar. You squirmed and tried to bring yourself closer to them, but the bonds didn't budge.
"You can squirm all you want, morsel, but you're powerless against me. You couldn't stop me even if you wanted to."
You whimpered. You were so weak in comparison to them, so powerless, and you wouldn't want it any other way.
A tendril found your clit, rubbing it ever so gently. A jolt of electricity shot through your spine, your back arching into the sensation.
One of their tendrils finally eased its way into your cunt. You moaned as another joined it, pulsating inside of you.
"You're so loud, slut. So eager. If we had our way, we'd be making you scream." Their voice was low and lust-ridden as their tendrils forced their way into your mouth. "But we can't have anyone interrupting us, can we?"
You sucked them further in, loving the feeling of them gagging you. They chuckled darkly and indulged you, pushing themselves further until you were choking.
And fuck it felt so good.
They pulled back in my throat, letting me breathe as they slowly began to thrust into my pussy.
You tried to buck your hips up into them, only to not be able to move. You needed more, more of them inside of you, pounding into your pussy and breeding you.
They must've sensed this desire, as they started thrusting into you at a steady pace. Their tendrils stretched you so well, so perfectly.
Their tendrils pressed deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot.
Your moan was muffled by the tentacle in your mouth, one which was coated in your spit. Drool rolled down your chin, landing on the pillow beneath your head.
"You take us so well, sweet one," Venom purred as their tendrils continued to fuck into you. "It's like you were made for us."
Venom wasn't lying when they said they could give you anything you wanted. Their tendrils pounded into your sweet spot every time. Their tendril on your clit, rubbing and sucking, brought you closer to the edge faster than anyone ever had before.
The heat was building in your stomach. You felt your stomach muscles tense, ready to release.
Tendrils pulled away from your chest. Their head emerged, fangs bared in a feral grin.
"We can tell how close you are morsel," they growled. They moved their head closer to you until their fangs brushed against the sensitive skin of your neck. "We think we know how to push you over the edge."
Their fangs sunk into your flesh, drawing an obscenely loud moan from you. You threw your head back as you came, your toes curling. You shook softly as the feeling enveloped you.
You collapsed, your body like a dead weight. The tendrils holding you in place loosened. Some retreated back inside of you, while others gently caressed your form.
The tendrils inside of you pulled out slowly, drawing a small moan from you before retreating back into your body.
"Did you enjoy yourself, sweet one?" Venom asked.
"I think that's an understatement, dear. God, we might just have to make that a regular occurrence." You smiled, pulling their head in to kiss between their eyes.
They blinked, uncharacteristically quiet as they healed the bite mark on your neck. They left just enough of a mark that it looked like a hickey, a reminder that you were theirs.
They stared at you for a moment before purring, nuzzling into your face.
"We love you, [Y/N]."
"Love you too, Ven."
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loveless-venom · 1 month
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We always talk about intox where the sub is the one under the influence but what about when it's the dom. When they've been using so much self control, but now that they're high out of their mind they can't take it anymore. Their sub just looks too perfect to be left alone
Bonus points if they're stronger than the sub and this only highlights that by causing them to finally stop holding back
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whaliiwatching · 8 months
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he is so. to me
closeups of my favorites <3
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zishuge · 4 months
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Mysterious Lotus Casebook (2023) | Ep. 13
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redd956 · 1 year
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Poisonous/Venomous Whumper
Poor Whumpee they have ended with a whumper is poisonous (to the touch)(actually venomous)(acidic saliva).
Whumper’s kiss causes a terrible poisonous reaction or sickness, but does not kill because it isn’t a high enough dosage
If Whumper ever worries that Whumpee is going to leave or escape they poison them, since a bedridden whumpee isn’t an escaping one
Whumpee fought whumper. They boasting and confident how unscathed they were, and how they absolutely beat Whumper’s ass. Whumper limped away snickering despite their defeat, for their blood is poisonous and Whumpee would require them in order to create an antidote.
Whumper’s poison is paralyzing or sedating
Caretaker is taking care of a Whumpee who is seems inexplicably sick, and unable to communicate their source, until one day they meekly only say Whumper’s name
Whumper bit Whumpee during a fight and skittered away. Whumpee was understandably confused by that action of all things, but has they stared in the mirror later, they couldn’t help but notice their paling complexion.
Whumper and Whumpee walking. Whumpee feeling increasingly sicker finally collapses only for Whumper to graciously catch them. Neither were seen again.
Whumpee is terrified of being poisoned. Whumper only needs to threaten them to remain control over them.
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e-m-p-error · 5 months
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❝ i’ve got to think. need to get my head straight. ❞ @ Valentino
resident evil: 4 remake starters
[ Valentino ]
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It is not unheard of for Val to pout his way through things. His upper hands move to his hips, and his lower hands find his thighs, and he puts himself on proper display.
You want to think?
That didn't spell anything good for Valentino. When people started thinking, they started getting big ideas like leaving him, and he wasn't going to play that game.
Not tonight.
"Or, Angie," Reaching out, he placed his fingers flat against Angel's chin, turning his head to look at him, "You could let Daddy in." His venom would do wonders to keep anyone from thinking.
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scarredlove · 7 months
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:D
@venomous-qwille
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cruucigerglobus · 6 months
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KLOKTOBER DAY 22
cosmic horror
a simple stained glass style charles :)
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full image. late night trust exercise.
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clavtheft · 1 month
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trying block printing again
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electrosquash · 1 year
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Life is plastic 🎵 It's fantastic 🎵
Bonus
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