tw: slight sexual objectification, use of tentacles, oral fixation, otherwise just major sillies <3
Methinks that Octopus!König would be the most adorable little critter ever!
Octopus!König wears his sniper hood to hide the tendrils of which each has a mind of its own, absent-mindedly curling and uncurling during long briefings or tense situations. As a child, he had a bad habit of pulling on them and pinching the tips, deliberately causing himself mild discomfort as a way of distraction from his anxiety. It did not help much.
Octopus!König, thanks to his tentacles, is able to brush his teeth and wash his face at the same time. One tendril is curled around the tooth brush's handle while a couple of others contort into spirals that travel all over his scarred skin, shortening the amount of time spent in the bathroom every morning, but only insignificantly. He also uses them to wipe sleep off of his eyes, which makes him infuriatingly cute. The first time you saw him do that unmasked, he learned what cuteness aggression is.
Despite all of his great physical and non-physical qualities, Octopus!König hasn't had many partners before you. A part of that reason is the fact that they are usually freaked out by the tentacles - not by the sight necessarily, but not everyone fancies the feeling of suction cups on their skin, especially in the morning when he's trying to initiate cuddles or something more. In fact, he used to wear his hood during casual hookups and one-night stands for this very reason, so his partners wouldn't feel uncomfortable. When you started seeing each other, it took a long time before he was brave enough to walk around unmasked and even longer before he put his tentacles on you outside of sex.
Speaking of... Octopus!König was pretty surprised that you were the one who proposed it first. Sure, other partners before you have asked for the tentacles during sex since most of them only viewed the appendages just as a kind of sex toy, often making König feel objectified. But not you, not his kleiner Fisch. You asked politely, albeit a little breathlessly, to use them on you. He gladly obliged, using years of experience to provide you with the highest amount of pleasure he could manage. After the intense love-making, he quickly began to withdraw his appendages to "put the toys back in the box". But then you grabbed one of them oh so gently, face still blissed out from your session as you nuzzled and kissed the wet surface of the tentacle. He searched for any sign of disgust or forced affection, but found none.
Since then, Octopus!König doesn't hesitate to initiate this kind of contact with you. Most of the mornings, it feels like his tendrils crawl to you before he even wakes up, suction cups gently loving on your skin during the sunrise, wrapping around your neck, arms, playing with the neckline of your sleeping attire, sliding under the fabric and lovingly cupping your chest, his lips pressing against your temple, cheek and jaw until you roll over and wrap yourself around him in soft retaliation.
Another thing you two love to do together is cooking. It's needless to say that Octopus!König is incredibly useful in the kitchen, but he's also very much of a black hole and therefore a constant danger to whatever you're trying to make. It's hard enough to keep an eye on his hands, but eight sneaky appendages?! You can't turn around without a piece of meat going missing or fruit disappearing. At one point, you decided to protect the nuts you needed for baking cookies with your own body, pouring the entire bowl down into your shirt. It did not deter him in the slightest - in fact, he was worse than a mosquito after that.
Although you never told him about your oral fixation, it was rather obvious to Octopus!König from the start of your relationship; he'd see you chew gum, tooth picks and even his fingers all the time and know that there's no way in hell you wouldn't have it. It was only a matter of time before you'd start trying to get your hands (or rather mouth) on his tendrils too. Truth be told, he was a little hesitant - after all, they're sensitive. But how could he resist your cute little puppy eyes? He watched as you gently grabbed one of the tentacles, giggling as it wiggled in your grasp, stroking your cheek. When you finally wrapped your lips around the fat tip and gently nibbled on the gummy substance like a teething puppy, he couldn't help but let out a soft moan, his sensitive appendage stiffling in your hold. And even then, he was naive enough to think this wouldn't become a daily routine - his tentacle in your mouth during movie cuddles, long car rides, even napping! Once, you caught yourself reaching for his tendril in the waiting room of a hospital during a wait for your appointment but thankfully, you caught yourself just in time to awkwardly tuck it back under his hood. It's needless to say he spent the rest of the waiting grinning like an idiot (and also a little hard).
You will NEVER catch Octopus!König off guard on deployment. Doesn't matter how awry the mission goes or if he's ambushed, this man would find a way out of a hurricane's eye and call it a walk in a morning breeze. But outside of field? He's as jumpy as a bunny. You try to not spook him much, but sometimes, you just can't help it! You weren't quite sure why he was so adamant on you being as noisy as possible while approaching him, but you decided to fuck around one afternoon and then, you indeed found out. You padded over the carpet towards him from behind and tickled his sides, expecting him to shriek or swat your hands away. You think you would have prefered any of that over what transpired. He sharply spun around and fucking inked you right in the face. You stood there speechless, eyes wide as you stare at each other. You blink and wipe some of the indigo substance off your cheek, bringing your fingers to your face to sniff it when he grabs your wrist with a shriek:
"Scheiße, don't lick it!"
"I wasn't going to!"
"Truly?"
"...I kind of want to now."
"Liebling, no!"
During the nights, you like to lie atop Octopus!Konig's chest, your cheek smushed against the warm flesh, ear pressed to his pecs as you listen to the sound of not one, but three life-driving muscles that beat steadily as you draw invisible patterns with your finger across his skin. One of his warm hands is on your lower back while the other one strokes your hair, his callouses a rough contrast to the overall softness of you, his little love.
"Do you know what I find strange?" you mumble suddenly.
He pauses his strokes.
"What, Fisch?"
"You have three hearts," you begin. "Two of them pump blood into your gills. But only one pumps blood into the rest of your body."
The corners of his mouth quirk up in a smirk, his tendrils sneaking down his neck to gently twist between your locks and tug on them lovingly.
"That's not quite accurate, Liebe."
You frown softly, feeling one of his tentacles under your chin as he makes you look up, your bottom lip jutting out in a small pout.
"What do you mean?"
He doesn't answer right away. Instead, he reaches out to cup your cheek and pull you up to press his lips against yours for a brief moment before he whispers, eyelids droopy with love:
"I have three hearts. Two of them pump blood into my gills. One pumps blood to the rest of my body. But all of them beat just for you."
I was inspired for this artwork when I read how Danny felt about the portal with the latest revelations in "The Phantom Martian" by @lexosaurus.
( This is not a fanfiction fanart)
With today's prompt, I figured I could combine the two: Why don't I make the portal an eldritch beeing that is always hungry for energy to sustain itself and has a parasitic relationship with Danny to consume his energy.
At the same time the portal is the "mouth" of the ghost zone and with its ghostly tentacles it "eats" its prey or energy into the ghost zone.
"eyes. lungs. pancreas. so many snacks, so little time."
♱ — katsuki bakugou + monsterfucking.
♱ — synopsis; katsuki’s been a bad fiancé recently, he tries to tell himself that it’s all in his head ( literally ) and when his neglectful behaviour nearly ruins your engagement dinner — he has no choice but to make it up to you, with the help of a little symbiotic friend.
♱ — length; 5K
♱ — warnings; please read for your own safety! mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, characters aged up to 20s, mentions of eating people, monsterfucking, dry humping, tentacles, overstimulation, pussy jobs, public sex, clothed sex, oral sex ( f!receiving ), pegging ( m!receiving ), fem!reader, venom!bakugou. not beta read !
♱ — notes; waaa!! hello everyone, welcome back to kinktober!! im so happy to be participating again, i hope you all enjoy whats in store for this year. starting with this baddie !! - m.list ₊ kinktober m.list ₊ taglist 𓆩♡𓆪
“just eat her…katsuki…”
“no, you can fuck right off.”
“why not? she is unpleasant…katsuki…its not like we like her anyways…”
for the first time that night, katsuki indulges the mangled voice in his head— listening to the symbiotic alien that sludges through his voice and his body. venom is right. he hates his mother in law, soon to be mother in law, but the practicalities of it all aren’t what matter. red eyes drift to the devil’s incarnation of a woman, traditional yet rude and deserving of a beat down— katsuki thinks. if he could just take a bite, crunch down on the woman’s skull and swallow her whole, all of his problems would be solved.
“goodness, bakugou,” the woman leers with a nasty curl of her sweaty upper lip. “i’m paying for the wedding not for you to be dressed like a complete slob— you look awful, and at my only daughter’s engagement party!” she drones on and if venom were to murder this woman right now, she really would deserve it.
“see? you are a loser, bakugou.”
he wasn’t dressed that bad, sure, it wasn’t the burgundy blazer and pressed white shirt you’d told him to pick up from the dry cleaners on the way home from work but— it was smart casual, a nice pair of jeans and a smart jacket. you liked that. that’s all that mattered.
bowing his head slightly, bakugou wordlessly apologises before fishing himself out another glass of mercilessly alcohol free fruit punch. “‘m sorry ma’am—“
he cuts himself off when your name flitters from between your mother’s lips— the syllables that usually sound so pretty when strung together now ugly tainted by the evil woman. “she deserves so much better than you,” she doesn’t ease up on reminding bakugou of how lucky he is to have bagged you. to love you. “better than a wannabe journalist on a motor cycle.”
“die… pewny crazy woman—“
bakugou feels the familiar crawl of the venom symbiote across his skin— sharp-edges, dangerous claws reaching out for the wicked woman to snag her head off when he controls himself, controls his little friend and forces his stare back to the catered pile of desserts.
“venom,” katsuki is barely hanging onto his sanity, voice tainted with exhaustion. it’s like having a child constantly on your back, begging for things that aren’t acceptable for adults. he wonders how he’s been able to put up with this, how you’re able to put up with him. since becoming one with the alien life form— katsuki bakugou has been nothing but neglectful of you…turning his back on you during nights full of romance because he’s scared venom will hurt you, he’s missed cake and wine and menu tasting for the wedding because venom craved a little something meatier and sometimes even more human than whatever you’d been excited to try for your big day. katsuki forgets calls, doesn’t reply to texts— cycles into the night to take care of his little problem when he should be looking after you.
katsuki’s been insufferable; meaner than usual, flakier than he should be and he knows that he’s hurting you— not loving you properly like he should. blaming venom alone would be the easy way out. yet you stayed, you kept that ring on your finger and put on your best smile, because for some reason you still found it in your too big of a heart to love katsuki even when he didn’t deserve it.
still away with his thoughts, blonde is absent to notice venom popping out— a creepy, sticky black head, to greet a curious child after some of the sweets at this swanky engagement party. “want to play hide and seek? the mouth is a good place to start.” venom’s attempt at a coo is far from comforting, rows of razor sharp teeth covered in alien slobber only frightening the little one more.
“fuck off venom, cut yer crap out or i’ll—“ bakugou waves a hand, pinching the bridge of his nose only to be pulled from his revere by a whimpering child ( now identified as your five year old nephew who still hates his guts ). “oh shit—“
“would you mind not cursing in front of my kid?” your brother hastily appears from absolutely fucking nowhere. shindou is far from impressed, hates bakugou’s guts as does the rest of your family and if he had his way, the blonde wouldn’t have a leg to stand on at the alter with you. “yanno, you might wanna behave yourself tonight? it’s important to my ma, to my sister so if you could—“
there’s a burning rage that flickers through bakugou’s veins only heightened by the alien that makes a host out of his body, and it only makes it harder to fight off the urge for manslaughter. “we should eat him too…katsuki…he is getting on my nerves. i am sure he will taste like chicken.” the alien growls from the deep corners of his mind.
“they do not taste like chicken you stupid fuckin’ lug.” bakugou grunts back.
and to the outside world, the shitty excuse for a man is talking to himself— getting shindou’s back right up. “what did you just call me?”
“stay outta this, man. s’between me and the dumb fuckin’ alien voice in my head.”
insane. katsuki bakugou’s little alien friend makes him look absolutely insane.
and before he can get his ass beat by your brother— you swoop in, slightly flushed from flickering between guests of friends and family all night, there’s smile lines in your makeup, you’re tired in the eyes and you’re still the most beautiful person in the room to bakugou. his heart races when you’re close enough for him to smell your perfume, putting a safe distance between your fiancé and your brother.
you’re angry with him, bakugou can tell by the heat in your gaze when you get shindou far enough from the dessert table— he can feel it in the way it burns against his skin in broad waves, see it in how you twist on your heel so fast your dress, pretty and off-white like a bride on her wedding day, rides up enough to catch a glimpse of your thighs. it’s shameful to admit, but seeing you so full of rage turns him ( and venom ) on.
“what the hell is going on with you, katsuki?” you bark at him, hands on his chest enough to make the blood rush to his cock, swelling in the pants he’d just managed to throw on for tonight’s event.
“n-nothin’ sweetheart, ‘m just—“ fuck her katsuki. she’s angry, venom goads. she is pretty when she’s angry. we should fuck her. the blonde shakes his head, trying to rid himself of vulgar thoughts— clearing his mind, focusing on you and how your chest heaves, with annoyance, tucked away in that tight fitting dress that hugs you in all the right places, as you look up at your fiancé expectantly. fuck. “the only one that’ll be fuckin’er is me, you dumb fuck alien.”
it’s embarrassing, whatever’s gotten into your fiancé— because tonight was supposed to be special, the one night before your wedding that you could trust him to behave and not make that familiar prickling warmth coil in your core at his vulgar words. your eyes widen in shock and you push again at katsuki’s chest with furrowed brows.
“kats, please—“
shindou squeezes down on your nephew’s ears, hoping it’ll block out whatever filth spills from your lover’s mouth. “that’s my sister! you dipshit, get a grip—“
“fuck him too, katsuki…”
“yo—“ you turn around again, spitting venom ( no pun intended ) at your brother too as you grasp at bakugou’s wrist to pull him from the banquet room you’d booked for tonight’s celebrations. “go check on ma, please? i’ll deal with him.”
and you exactly that, nagging the man’s ear off as you tug him to the bathroom— tears glittering as pretty as your engagement ring in your eyes under the artificial light. you’re nearly broken at this point, months of being treated so differently, akin to trash possibly, by the man you love most being unleashed on him and the symbiote that sits comfortably in his frame unbeknownst to you.
“i’m sick of this kats,” you might as well be screaming at this point, your whiny and emotional voice is loud and noisy to the alien. it echoes through the cubical you’ve locked yourselves in and it cranks up the annoyance within venom— and you barely notice katsuki trying to keep him down. “i’ve been good to you all these years, haven’t i? i’ve loved you well enough for you to know that i deserve better than you but i just can’t—!”
the final straw is when you bang your fist against the cubical wall, the noise rattling the symbiote inside your lover, forcing ink black tendrils to take over his host body and a scream to tear in the base of your throat as katsuki transforms into something you don’t even recognise.
the man towering over you now is built in a suit of sticky, obsidian black— white, and cloudy slits peer into yours in a way that sends shivers down your spine and has your thumping heart leaping into your throat. this isn’t your man, this isn’t your katsuki. horror seeps through your body, takes residence in your veins as the monster grasps at you with claws and tentacles instead of your fiancé’s slightly calloused hands. it dwarfs you more in comparison to bakugou, it makes you scared looking at what it’s made of him as thick slime slides up and down your pretty, blemished skin in ripples.
“don’t scream.” the rasp you’d come so accustomed to, the one that makes your breath hitch every time he speaks, the one that fills you with butterflies despite the roots of fear wrapping around your heart. it’s him, your katsuki. the tendrils of black have peels back from his pretty face, his ruby gem
eyes send a flicker of comfort through your soul.
but then he’s gone again and the dark mask takes over— screaming at you at a pitch close to making your ears bleed, and you’re scared again, close to screaming too. it, pools like an oil slick over your mouth, suffocating you like a bird on the surface of oil laden water…but you like it, even as if claws ironically gently at the insides of your mouth.
“but we like it when she is screaming. katsuki. we are dirty minded.” the creature addresses you, some kind of twisted affection reflecting in the white of its eye.
“venom, i swear to fuck—“
it’s… katsuki’s… venom’s tongue, long and pink darts out to smooth over your face though you quiver, body toppling over with liquid dread. it’s warm, wet and shouldn’t send a spark of lust down your spine making you let out a muffled whimper of confused arousal.
“mouth…breasts…cunt…so many snacks…so little time.” venom pins you against the wall, pouring over you and invading every inch of your shaky frame— smothering you as it slips under your dainty little dress while you squirm about in it’s hold.
eventually, the ink black peels away from your mouth, only when your muted screams die down. “t-this? katsuki? this is what’s gotten into you?” he’s relieved to see that you’re still filled with anger as you gulp in fresh air between ripping him a new one, he’s completely aware of your growing arousal too. “a parasite! you’ve let a fucking parasite take over your body and ruin our engagement night and now—“
venom, is offended, however. “—i am not a parasite!” he growls. “i am venom, and you are mine.”
“ours…fuck, i mean mine.” katsuki comments, but he doubts you can hear him through the layers of teeth venom wears while arguing with the symbiote itself. it’s a back and forth, but even during that your fiancé can practically smell how your cunt drools into your barely-there panties— from fear or desire, he can’t care to tell. you’re so wet, and between dealing with venom and not seeing you during wedding prep, the blonde can’t remember the last time he fucked you good and proper.
it’s been ages, and you look too fucking good tonight.
“we should just take her…katsuki. flood her insides with seed. she is asking for it, like a hunk of meat waiting to be devoured….”
you squirm against venom’s web like hold, “don’t talk about me like i’m not here you piece of shit! give me back katsuki—!”
“her pulse has quickened. she is hungry for us.” the voice of venom roars from inside his head, equally as desperate for you as katsuki is. katsuki, in combination with the symbiote, surges forward to kiss you with greedy lips and to press his saliva covered and syrupy tongue into the heat of your mouth so he can silence you. it’s big, hefty as it fills you up until there’s drool pooling out and sitting on the corner of your pretty lips. “i like her. more.”
and then you moan, it sounds like a symphony as your mouth swells with the thickness of the slimy tongue exploring your throat and rolling over your tongue. “we’ve been neglecting’ you, hah, sweetheart?” bakugou, your fiancé, groans against your spit slicked lips— smiling at the way you choke from his tongue retreating from choking you down your oesophagus. “wanna take care of ya, been letting you work yer ass off f’this weddin’,” venom’s strawberry tongue slithers out again like a snake seeking out its pray, leaving a sloppy trace over your neck as if to taste the salt that shimmers like crystals on your skin.
“i’m getting hungry as well, katsuki.”
they’re both starving for you, depraved of a meal that is your cunt with your panties tucked between swollen folds. “i-if you think…that you can make it up to me.” your speak hoarsely, throat still raw as you pant and catch your breath, “k-katsuki if you think i can forgive you…”
“let us fuck you, baby. i just— we just wanna feel you. c’mon sweetheart, you trust me yeah? y’missed me so much i know,” all three of you feel it, the way your pussy throbs against venom’s beefy and wet thigh from where he’d shoved it snug between the pair of your own.
“d-did… i did. m-miss you, oh fuck!” you stutter out as thick digits belonging to your fiancé— thickened even more by venom, brush against your hip, dip beneath your skirt and panties to glide up and down your pussy. bakugou teases your entrance, scissoring two fingers inside of your warmth while you ooze into the seat of his palm and grind against him with wanton. “fuck me. both of you, p-please kats,” you beg, riding his fingers until they’re pulled out of you, coated in juices.
your body admits it before your brain does— that you’ve missed him, he can tell from how your chest naturally arches into the eager hunting path of katsuki’s mouth. your flavour reads sweetness, like salted caramel due to the sweat on your skin— his, venom’s tongue runs a course down your body, the sweetheart neckline of your dress rough on his taste buds before he drools between the swell of your pretty tits. he leaves trails of saliva every inch of you possible.
a patch is licked down the front of your dress— katsuki barely fighting off sharp teeth desperate to tear through the front of it so he can kiss the softness of your tummy. instead, hands large enough to crush a skull stick to the dips and fat at your waist, the doughy-ness of your darling thighs he’s missed so much.
the black veil of venom peels back as katsuki’s head dips under your flimsy skirt— and he practically moans, huskily at that, upon seeing the crotch of your underwear darker by your ever growing wetness. “must’a really missed me, sweetheart,” a wildfire of lust sweeps over katsuki’s ruby red eyes and he coos deviently, nose nudging against your pulsing clit before venom’s tongue happily comes into play this game of sinful chess. he moves just a touch, mouth pulling wide to split at the sides much like a snake unhinging it’s jaw, and latches onto the entire length of your silken slit. his tongue greedily pokes at your hole from over the soaked material— sucking until your juices stream against his taste buds. you’re like a drug, ecstasy— sending waves of dopamine over katsuki’s brain.
burning desire trickles into bakugou’s bloodstream at an alarming rate, bursting through his veins and shaking about in his lungs at every little whimper that bubbles wetly on your messy lips— these soon turn to gasps, straining for air as if you’re drowning when your fiancé peels back your wet layer of clothing, nearly tearing completely through it with a life threatening talon belonging to venom, so he can expose your hot cunt to the cool air of the bathroom. he laughs, breathless and giddy against your mound before dragging his tongue along it— kitten licking your addictive little core just to see you twitch and writhe against the wall venom has you pinned to.
you’re heaven on earth for a greedy, predatory creature like venom.
but you’re the universe to a regular man like katsuki bakugou.
your cute little clit is his next stop, pointed teeth only just latching onto the pleasure bud before your fiancé rolls it between the two sets until your nose scrunches adorably and your eyes shoot back into your skull. “i think the little human likes this.” venom’s deep voice inches down your spine, hits deep in your core just with its vibrations— and even he is amused with how wet, you’ve become. gushing like a fruitful stream, pouring liquid gold straight into katsuki’s awaiting mouth, down his chin and painting his cheeks until they shine like treasure.
there’s an uneven rise and fall to your chest as you’re fucked by two entities— you can barely breathe between them both, the shapes on your clit and the stickiness of venom catching your juices before they have a chance to run down your thighs. bakugou is lovesick, and so are you— big bambi eyes staring down into his own so earnestly, imploringly. the blonde pushes his tongue past the entrance to your fluttering hole, watching as your stare trembles before flickering to between your legs where you stretch over the fat pink appendage. it’s so big, that it might as well be a fucking cock.
“h-ho’fuck…h’my god…ka’suki…s’too much. too fucking much!” the words feel like cotton in your mouth, slurred over venom’s tentacles and while the world spins on it’s axis around you, you cream around the base of the scorching, spit dripping limb in venom’s mouth as it wriggles inside you— tip writing sinful praises against your gooey walls, languidly stroking your insides and pressing up against pleasure spots that are new to both you and katsuki. big hands grasp at the meat of your ass— the tips of piercing nails marring your skin and spreading you nice and wide, pulling you onto your lover’s face so that you’re practically suffocating him with have no escape for you either, making your hips canter down to meet the thrust of his tongue in and out of you, barely parting from your honeyed sex.
a scream rumbles in the base of your throat as venom’s lengthy, girthy tongue twists against your lush inner-walls, churning up your guts. the symbiote using your partner as a host is quick to think— shoving his slime deep into your mouth again to tame your sacchariferous griping and grousing, the inestimable melody laying flat against the saliva pooling on your own tongue. “quiet sweetheart, can’t make you cum if yer too loud,” bakugou breathes, his voice laden with lust and amusement from watching you ride his tongue like it’s a plump, pretty and veiny dick. “y’gunna cum baby, fuck yes…gush f’me just like that, oh yeah…”
“for us, katsuki.” the beast inside his head reminds your fiancé, his mask coating bakugou’s face once more— easing you into fright once again, one that makes you quiver just right on him, nearly pushing yourself over the edge.
it’s disgustingly delightful how the pink appendage has a mind of its own, acting like your own personal dildo, fucking you good like one and it’s not long before your body succumbs to the mounting pleasure— the taste of an orgasm like honey oozing across your tongue while happy chemicals dance across your brain, accompanied by white noise as you finally get to cum. you’re spiralling, the tip of venom’s…katsuki’s… fuck it. you don’t even care anymore, the tongue brushes against your g-spot hard causing you to clamp down, suffocating your fiancé, and your jaw to goes slack.
you gush as much as water falls, humping pathetically at your fiancé’s face until your entire body is limp and strands of the symbiote have to keep you up and away from katsuki’s eager mouth ( he’s still hungry, happy to clean you up ) where your legs can’t.
venom slowly retreats from your throat too, but your brain doesn’t have time to catch up when he does, for bakugou’s lips replace the heat that your own mouth has lost— pulling you into a frenzied, spit swapping kiss. “‘m not done with ya yet sweetheart,” he laments, lips grazing yours, licking into your open mouth so you get a taste of yourself too. your body bows into katsuki’s, you feel it before you see it, hear it too— the clink of a metal belt, the sticky tap against your stimulated mound from underneath your panties…fiancé’s iron hot cockhead twitching forward and poised to push through your awaiting salacious folds. “venom wants ya so badly, wants me t’make it up to ya…paint yer pretty cunt with my cum.”
the alien matter has crawled back from surrounding your lover’s hips, sitting just beneath his weighty balls, heavy with seed all for you. it’s obvious how painfully hard he is, standing at full mast and the sight makes your mouth water, pupils dilate and a hunger settle in your chest for katsuki, one you haven’t felt for a while. he’d been neglectful, dealing with this venom shit alone when you could’ve been beside him—guiding him through, though you supposed that didn’t matter anymore…seeing as they were both willing to make it up to you now. “our cum. we are going to ruin her…katsuki.” the symbiote growls, making his presence known to you both in the heated, sex scented bathroom stall. “i am going to ruin you.”
underneath his hair, matted to his forehead by perspiration, katsuki’s brows furrow in confusion. “what the fuck are you on about—?” his question falls away into an airy exhale, twisted with a sharp clap against his ass, like skin on skin. “f-fuck…oh fuck….d-damn parasite’s f-fuckin’ m-my ass…” your fiancé’s head drops to the junction between your neck and shoulder, pointed teeth latching onto your saltine skin as venom twists his ink black tendrils into a shape made to ruin katsuki from behind— thrusting sharp into his puckered hole.
“i am not a parasite!” the symbiote snarls, pulling back to pump into your lover again, this time with no mercy on bakugou’s ill prepped and fluttering hole—pressing right up against the blonde’s prostate. the force only has his own hips cantering forward, his cock, wrapped in pretty blue veins bullying it’s way through your swollen pussy lips— dragging back and forth against your overstimulated clit.
the whole ordeal is slimy, hot and steamy— katsuki pressed against you with no room for anything else aside from lust and the doubled down sound of skin clapping against each other. him grinding his shaft into your sweet cunt while venom pounds away at his warm, tight ass. when the symbiote pulls back, bakugou peels his seedy dick from between your selfish folds— clinging onto him by viscid ropes of evidence from your last orgasm while his cockhead smears fat globs of white against your mound.
“my fuckin’ god,” you can feel every twitch of his length between your messy thighs, every throb as venom pushes deeper into katsuki— subsequently pushing his tip against abused and sensitive entrance. “m’baby’s got the prettiest pussy… can’t believe ‘m marryin this fuckin’ pussy… oh god.” he whines, drooling over your shoulder because he can’t keep quiet without pacifying himself on you, bakugou’s venom covered hand descends between your bodies to tap his mushroomed milky tip against your pleasure button a few times, smirking as your body jolts and the oil slick arms of venom spread your pussy lips further apart to watch more of the action ( your throbbing cunt and the pearls of arousal that leak from it ). “can’t believe she’s all fuckin’ ours, hah parasite?”
“no one can have her. only you and i.” he says in response, and your tummy flutters when bakugou repeats it back to you— the possession both he and the alien have over you doing nothing to stop the ticking time bomb of your orgasm building up in your lower tummy again.
to see your future husband with flushed cheeks and vacant eyes as he’s being fucked raw ( by an alien or not ) only serves to turn you on further, pussy drooling and juices slinging between both of your thighs with the back and forth of your humping, sticky noises accompanying your in tune breathless moans that follow one another’s with ‘O’ shaped mouths and end in sloppy kisses.
with your gasped pleas and katsuki’s gruff mewls echoing throughout the bathroom— venom picks up the pace— rocking his dick shaped appendage harder and faster into your fiancé’s ribbed insides, forcing your bodies against each other in a passionate miry dance of nasty, filthy sex. the walls of the bathroom stall creak on their hinges from the force behind venom’s thrusts, jamming hard against katsuki’s prostate which in turn has your rubbing down on his fat dick, faster and faster until all you can hear is the pap, pap, pap of your sexes working with one another.
“want it inside, need you inside! f-fuck yes!” you garble, almost pornogroahically, katsuki’s convulsing creamy cock driving you up the wall insane. “please.”
bakugou presses his forehead to your own , body bouncing forward against yours from the power behind venom’s aggressive pace inside of him while your pebbled nipples brush against each other. “can’t,” he whines with nearly teary ruby eyes, the crystalline droplets already gathered in his lash line like yours. “been gone from the party too long, g’nna cum soon anyways. s-shit!” though you whimper with faux disappointment, you’re not far from release either— the feverishness to either of your movements dragging you by the ankles to another high after all the abuse to your sensitive sex. you find yourself throwing hips down to meet katsuki’s rapid thrusts. his hands fumble for one of your meaty thighs to hook it over his slender, slime covered waist while you grasp at his taut ass to spread him wider, allowing venom to reach deeper spots inside of him.
katsuki shifts, changing the angle of his venom controlled thrusts so that his glistening cockhead breaches your entrance only just— making your eyes roll back for the millionth time that night, your nails sinking into his peachy ass. “‘m right there kats, oh—! right there…” you warn him through gritted teeth.
he tilts head up, tongue licking over the sweat on your Cupid’s bow. “yer cummin’… g’nna cum f’us baby?” you nod rapidly in response, barely standing on the crumbling edge of your orgasm. between that and the alien parasite tearing his ass in two, jammed up on his prostate— dancing in the back of his mind and commanding him to cum… katsuki can’t seem to hold of either. “let go f’me baby, lemme feel it. give it all fuckin’ to me. to us.”
“cum katsuki.”
your body follow’s bakugou’s lead, and he, venoms. “ohh fuck, uhhh shit! ‘m fucking cumming— yeah, yeah. oh yeah…” your fiancé beefs needy and loud, his first spirts of thick white seed barely hitting your cunt before you let out a large wave and gush so hard your release makes a crude slap when ir hits the ground. your panties are soaked through and blood rushes through your ears— all your senses numb to the world except for katsuki using your shaking body to ride out the rest of his high, pouring his release into your soiled panties and against your slit.
you see new colours, new galaxies and universes— everything hitting you so hard you barley have time to comprehend that you’ve just fucked an alien that’s using your fiancé as a host. it still doesn’t register within you as katsuki puts venom away, pulling out from underneath your skirt before he fixes your panties warm with cum snug against you again.
“‘m gonna take ya back to the party sweetheart, we’ll have to talk about this later.” bakugou coos, though you’re both wobbly on your feet as you come down.
it’s so cute that all you can do is nod, seemingly appeased with your fiancé compared to how furious you had been before venom helped fuck you good.
if katsuki had known using the alien as a sex toy would get him out of trouble with you and back into your good books— he would have done it much earlier.
“i will not eat any of the humans here tonight… as long as we are able to ravage your tiny human again…katsuki.” the symbiote promises when bakugou hangs back a few seconds as you slip back into the party— hoping that your sins go unnoticed.
and even if you squint while watching you join your family and friends for the rest of the night, you would notice all of them— the way you stagger on your legs and the shiny marks from venom’s slime decorating them too, leaving a sweet smile on bakugou’s face.
“oh buddy, as long as yer a fuckin’ parasite in my body, we can ravage her like that any day, for the rest of my life.” katsuki boasts proudly.
“Damn, this one took me incredibly long to get to, and I have done it but I’m not exactly proud of it. It’s a shorter and well… feels different to me. Perhaps, I shall make a new Typhus fic in the future? That feels like a sin to do😭. Plus, I woke up at an ungodly time to suddenly work on it, forgive me.😔” - Ichor.
“My butterfly~” You can hear the man that has… Evolutionized you, purr your nickname. Your face turning up in a scowl at simplicity of hearing him, immediately having a type of… distaste for him, and you would love to cuss him out on it too. It’s the most you could do to him as he was Nurgles Champion…
You try and ignore him as you would very much like to be more focused on laying the eggs he has given you from time again and again. Your body still before convulsing to lay a rather hefty, slimy egg below you with the rest of the batch, 5 to be exact. Your wings giving an occasional twitch the more you sense Typhus impending arrival, seemingly annoyed while your little children, your little nurgling’s coo up at you in response. Sensing your irritation.
“If he does anything stupid…” You grumble under your breath. Your body getting twitcher the more you can sense Typhus getting closer. A low rumbling leaving him when he was just outside of your own… domain. Well, it was your quarters upon the “Terminus Est,” but Typhus has proven to be a good… breeder, and you? A good incubator and mother figure for the ones you hatch yourself.
“Butterfly…” His low voice almost sounds like a warning. The sudden tone getting you to shiver and ruffle your wings. It was almost rare to hear such… tone from him, and you’re not sure if that was a good thing or not to you. It was certainly sketchy.
A loud hiss escapes your mouth however, when the Champion dares to enter your precious hatching grounds of your domain. Your instincts flaring up to protect what could bare valuable assets and children of you into the galaxy. Your form quickly rushing forward and towering the Champion, your wings spread wide, displaying yourself. You certainly had grown since your evolution.
“There you are, my butterfly.” Typhus lowly coos and it messes up your mind a tiny bit. Those were some sweet words mixed in with some rot. They don’t at all seem trust worthy. “How are you?”
“Doing worse since you’re here.” You snarl in return. Leaning down slightly to curl over him, looking him over. A sweet but dangerous scent leaving you. “It’s a shame.”
“That’s amusing, my butterfly.” He hums, his gauntlet slowly reaching up to skim your collarbone. Your figure leaning away from his own touch… He bred and claimed you, damn it! “Because I recall…”
He gauntlet suddenly wraps around your neck, pulling you back down to his level while you hiss and growl at him, displeased. That supposed “dangerous” scent, that pollen of yours riling up his own instincts. “You mewled and called out my name each time I gave you little lords to worry about.”
Snarls leave you while you push yourself against his hold on you. Your wings giving a slight flap as your hands come to settle on his pauldrons, coxing a tentacle out of the joint underneath before you bite the shit out of it, and all he dose is laugh at you, bringing you in closer as he pleased. Shoving the tentacle down your throat. It would have choked you if you weren’t used to it.
“By the Grandfather… look how beautiful you are. Slaanesh shall be jealous.” He coos again, his other gauntlet moving to thumb at the saliva that escapes your mouth on your chin. “You’ll bare well, my butterfly. Make the strongest lords with my seed.”
You growl and snarl at him. Looking him up and down once you don’t have your mouth full of his tentacle that he pulls back, leaning away from him as much as he would allow it with his gauntlet wrapped around your petty neck. No true world leaving your mouth as you were a bit astounded, like with everything else: your transformation for an example.
“Fuck you.” You curse at him, not really doing much to him as he seems to trill in response. His tentacle whipping slightly. Maybe that was a sign of his irritation?
“Oh, I’m certainly going to, but I have a different… person in mind.” He muses that almost sounds like a laugh. His grip on your neck tightening, squeezing you before lightening back up. Always wanting to make some sort of mark, some claim over you.
Huffing, you roll your eyes at him, finally folding your wings against your back again. Something that almost disappoints Typhus before he is suddenly getting bodied by little Lords. His grip releasing you in slight surprise. A low warble leaving him.
“Since you’re here…” You laugh a scoff yourself, folding your arms while a smirk grows on your face at the scene of your chirping children trying to overthrow the Champion. Something you have mentality asked them to do. “You can take care of your own children, how about that, hmm?”
“I- of course, my butterfly.” He sighs, giving in rather quickly. Knowing better than to invoke your… cold shoulder if he was to swat the little Lords away from him, but once he’s free? You expect him to continue on trying to breed you once more.
Jenova is an extraterrestrial viral parasite known as the “Calamity from the Skies,” whose story spans from the annihilation of the Cetra to her subjugation within Bianca and Sephiroth’s bloodlines. Once a godlike invader that corrupted civilizations by wearing the faces of the living and dead, she was unearthed by Shinra, weaponized through SOLDIER, and falsely cast as Sephiroth’s mother.
In FWC, she evolves into a force that twists soul-bonds, divinity, and prophecy, driving Bianca and Sephiroth toward cosmic destruction. Yet her greatest flaw—hubris—leads to her downfall, as Bianca’s maternal love for her children inverts Jenova’s infection, transforming it into the foundation of a new pantheon and rendering the parasite an echo of what it once was.
NOTE: This interpretation of Jenova is an original reimagining created exclusively for Fantasy Worlds Collide, my 28-year passion project.
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