#Cletus Kasady x Reader

[hybistrophile]

Cletus Kasady | Carnage Imagine: Post-Symbiosis Edition

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• the first thing you hear upon waking up has a familiar ring to it: “sweetheart,” a distant, disembodied voice welcomes you among the living;

• the first thing you see has a strange, sinister appearance; and, as you take in the sight of its white and hallow eyes, you pray to yourself that you’re still asleep, still dreaming, and still stuck in a nightmare

• and when those eyes open wide, the lids lifting and the red skin peeling, a second pair of eyes greet you; “mornin’, sweetheart,” the same familiar voice returns and so does yours;

• your voice is raw like you’ve been using it all night; you’ve been using it to scream, curse and invoke his name: “Cletus”

• “sleep well?” he looks down on you like he did in your dreams; and your nightmares; he watches your eyes adjust to the low light of the morning like you’re still back in NYC, in your apartment, above your butcher shop; he looks at you like you’re starting over, as lovers and as parents;

“Cain’s sick of the powdered milk,” he smiles down on you like he had any right to, like he was smiling down on his spouse after being woken up by his baby; the baby that was throwing a fit in his red arms; “it’s time for the real thing”

• “Cletus,” you beg him, the salty words barely escaping your sore throat; you also hardly move your sore body, the red tendrils wrapped around your wrists holding your hands against the headboard of the bed you lay in; “Cletus, please let me hold our son;”

• the first time you verbally acknowledge your son’s parentage, his father’s eyes are wide and wet; and you’d be tearing up yourself if you had any more tears to do so; you’d cry in shame, and also in relief; but you choke on air instead

• Cletus doesn’t cry either, even if his own tears threatening to spill out of his green, red-shot eyes; “oh, sweetheart,” he sniffs, watching you try to wrangle out of the restraints he seemingly manifested out of his very flesh and blood, out of his back, like a separate set of limbs than the red one cradling Clive; “you're still tired,” he follows these long limbs as they stretch and slither from your wrists down to your torso, and lifts you so that you’re standing with your back to the headboard;

• Cletus seemingly commands these tendrils to tenderly trace the line of your jaw and lift your chin up; “daddy’ll take it from here;” they are just as gentle as they pull down the neckline of your dress and bare both of your breasts; “you don’t have to move a muscle”

• he is the one still holding the baby as he sits next to you in bed, securing him against your chest with one red arm around your back and one around your front; "that's it," he says, blowing hot air on your cold shoulder; you ignore the chill, focusing on the familiar feeling of you son latching onto your nipple and kneading your tit; "that's my boy," even when Cletus rests his cheek against yours, you only have eyes for the one feeding on you

• however, you're not the only one captivated by the sight; “my baby boy,” Cletus blows more air against your skin, and the chills do overtake you this time, your eyes close for a moment; “it’s our baby boy, sweetheart,” you hear him say, gooseflesh spreading all over, and you let yourself fall back against him, fall back asleep and into your dream for just a moment;

• in that moment, in that dream, you are not leaning against a wanted man; no, you’re resting against the man you wanted to fall asleep next to every night;

• and, for a moment, you’re leaning against the man of your dreams; “you know, baby, daddy missed mommy very much,” he sighs, warming your skin and your heart; “did mommy miss daddy?”

• “Cletus,” you speak, struggling due to soreness and breathlessness; you had missed him; but he had always been there in your dreams, so how could you have missed him?

• when the moment ends, you wake up next to the wanted man; and this wanted man has killed your husband, the man you have actually been leaning on these past two years; and this wanted man is holding you in his literal red hands, stained with both blood and the sickness that Eddie Brock, another wanted man, had infected him with

• you open your eyes again only to see your son satisfied and closing his own eyes; even in those blood red hands, he is safe and satisfied; “Cletus,” you start up again, clearing your voice; “he needs to be burped;” you couldn’t move because Cletus and those red tendrils springing from his body wouldn’t let you; but even in this situation, you still made sure your baby was taken care of

• “you hear that, baby?” Cletus pulls away from you, pushing the dress back up your chest, and unwrapping his arms from around your torso; “you needa be burped,” he smiles down at his sleepy son; after wrapping both arms around him, he places his little chin on his big shoulder and smoothened a big red hand on his little back; “that’s how they did it in those mommy vlogs,” Cletus looks over at you, wearing a smile instead of his signature smirk; he is looking for reassurance

• before you could betray yourself and smile back, your son burps; the sound of it startles a snort out of you; and it is that sound that reassures and softens the face of the man with the big red sharp hands; “that’s my boy”

• once he left your side and stood up, you got a better look of the room; it isn’t your bedroom back in NYC, the one from your dreams; and it isn’t the one from the wooden cabin, the one from your nightmares; it was a master bedroom the likes of which you’ve only witnessed on reality TV shows; now this is your reality

• while your hands are wrapped to the headboard of the California king bed by the long, lanky red tendrils, you also notice that Clive’s - no, it was Cain now - baby bag is on the armchair Cletus was headed towards; and you can’t miss the brand new baby bed that another set of tendrils is dragging between the bed and the armchair

• “sweet dreams,” Cletus kisses the top of Cain’s head, sinking his nose in the red curls; and the sight of father and son embracing is almost enough for you to close your eyes and sink your own nose back into the pillows; almost;

• you can’t not feel like a stranger in this bedroom, in this house and even in your own reality; “Cletus, where are we?”

• “we’re safe, sweetheart,” he reassures you, trying to lull you back to sleep, back into that dream state; “you can rest easy,” he joins you in bed again, climbing onto the same side while his tendrils crawled across the sheets; as they tucked the both of you in, Cletus cups your chin with his own hand; “it’s been a long night”

• it has been a long night; it started when he snatched Cain, slashed Barry, and revealed his face under the red skin; it continued with you crawling on your knees and begging him to not let anyone else bleed; then, as he wrapped the skin he peeled off all around you in the shape of tendrils, the rest of your night was spent screaming from inside a crimson cacoon

• “you should try gettin’ some sleep,” he holds your face in place with his own fingers instead of a tendril; “we’ll be on the road again tonight”; he knows that skin-to-skin contact would chill you all over again; and, by the look in his eyes, it already had;

• “I’ll get that,” he insists, moving his hand closer to the neckline of your dress; “you don’t have to move a muscle;” following it with your eyes, you spotted the spillage that seeped through the dress

• “oh,” you gasp as he slips his fingers into the neckline of your dress; “they do that,” you excuse yourself, writing off the waves of pleasure as nothing but the sinking feeling of embarrassment; “they do that all the time,” you insist as he gingerly gathers the material of the dress under the lump of flesh; “are you letting it go to waste?” you hear yourself ask, on the edge of sanity and far away from reality

• and even Cletus, who was so sure of the effect he still had on you, is now surprised to hear you ask it if him; his eyes widen in shock before his pupils blow up with hunger; the skin-to-skin contact isn’t enough and all those tendrils he is holding you down with are now pulsing all around you like veins when the heart rate picks up; “so mommy did miss daddy, huh?”

• with a hand cupping your breast and a long tendril latching onto the areole, he massages more milk out of you; “I missed you,” it threw you off of the edge of sanity, and sunk you deeper into the dream; and it was now the reality Cletus Kasady had created for you, where your body and anything leaking and bleeding out of it was his for the taking; “I missed the taste of you, sweet thing”

• and when he does take what is his, latching his lips around your nipples and drinking you in, you stopped trying to suppress any sounds, and spoke them out: “I missed your mouth”

• while your head is thrown back against the headboard and up into the clouds, his hands are on your torso; and the tendrils tread new ground as they slither down your legs and up your dress skirt; and they felt more like tongues than snakes as they slid into your slit and against the nub of nerves

• and it doesn’t matter that it is a foreign body doing this; your own reacts to it in a familiar way; your hips move, your back arches and you urge them on; “you like that, huh?” Cletus popped your tit out of his mouth, leaving it shimmering with spit; “it likes you;”

• it is the second skin he was wearing, the one that stretched out and slithered all around you like snakes; it is that sickness he had been infected with; it was the red entity that has been haunting NYC; “it’s charmed to finally make your acquaintance,” as it continues to circle your clitoris, Cletus hides his face behind it again; “Name’s Carnage”

• and when you finally come undone, it is under Carnage’s white watchful eyes; and it is his tendrils and his touch that puts you back together, tying you to the bed and bonding you to him;

• he shushes you, pulling up your neckline and pushing down your skirt; “Cain’s sleeping,” he looked over to his bed, then back to you; “you should be sleeping, too,” he squeezes you closer in his red arms and red tendrils, shedding his red face to reveal Cletus’ white one that is now flushed pink; “we should all be sleeping”

• you feel like you’ve been sleeping this entire time, dreaming the entire thing; not even the strange red face ripped straight from a nightmare feels like it could startle you awake like it had earlier this morning; and you are happy to be reunited with it when you close your eyes and finally fall asleep in Carnage’s arms

[rabbitblackx]

I’ve got a completed fic on Wattpad about AXIS Carnage! Feel free to check it out if you wanna. I’ve noticed there isn’t much Carnage/Cletus stuff these days so I just thought I’d share. :) Wattpad: rabbitblackx

Description:

The heroes want to be villains, the villains want to be heroes. Take a trip down Memory Lane to the good ol’ AXIS days! Cletus Kasady, also known as Carnage, has found himself having some pretty strange feelings. Feelings such as guilt and remorse for all the chaos he has unleashed. Join Carnage as he embarks on an adventure in attempting to become a hero. Will you be able to redeem this killer? Will there be a spark between you two? Find out now!

[violentvaleska]

Can I request oneshot: yandere Cletus Kasady(Comics) who fell madly in love with fem s/o who Jinx's power(Dc Comics) the ability to give people bad luck personality wise she is serene, soft spoken and instead of crying and begging to let go she is compliant meaning she accepts his obsessive love for her and he wants her by his side by using her bad luck power to cause chaos please?

Hello! ^-^

I'm sorry, I currently don't take any requests. Your crossover idea sounds really great though, maybe another author might be interested in writing it? ✨️

[supercap2319]

*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.

[knullanon]

REDO: Symbiotes being assholes Part 2

yaya! I'm finally finished with this! I'm really tired rn and this week has been very hectic for me, so I'm happy that I was able ti finish it on time! I tried to base it around the work that I've done previously and stuff, so I hope you guys enjoy it :)

words: 4194 (not including the bonus at the end \^o^/)

warnings: kidnapping, arguing, yelling, blood, somebody dies, basically no privacy in the carnage household btw, lmk if I missed any!

summary: the aftermath of being taken once again has finally simmered down, and you live your life (mostly) peacefully.

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“________?”

You had opened your eyes, trying to see who was talking to you, but you only saw darkness. When you tried to respond, the only thing that came out was some kind of raspy breath. You internally cringed, but tried again, this time muttering out some gargled nonsense. 

“_____! My baby, you can hear me. Where are you?”

What? You couldn’t focus on anything, even the strange voice, and you covered your face with your arms. You could hear the voice say something else, something about where you were. But it was too late. Suddenly, everything around turned into nothing, and you felt yourself falling for a second, before “landing” on your bed. 

Your eyes shot open and you leaned on your elbow, trying to get rid of the dizziness in your head. What was that? Who was that?

“________, if you don’t open this damn door!”

Your mind suddenly remembered where you were, and you quickly jumped out of bed, ignoring your headache, and rushed to the door. You took off your makeshift ‘lock’ that was basically a bungee cord attached to your bedpost, before the door swung open, almost hitting you. 

Cletus stormed into the room, obviously very upset. “What the hell were you doing in here?” You wanted to roll your eyes. He took you, and now you’re expected to just do whatever he says? “I was having a bad dream. Couldn’t wake up.” He gave you a look, and you reiterated, “I’m serious! I couldn’t hear you!”

He gave you another look, before asking, “Are you sure that you weren’t just ignoring me?” You knew he was going to go this route. He had… control issues. Ever since you got here, it was not what you couldn’t do, it was what you could do. You could walk anywhere you wanted in the house, except the front room. You could watch TV anytime you wanted, or play any of the games that were there from the previous owners. Anything else was either off limits, or he needed to be with you to do so. 

“I’m not ignoring you, I swear. I didn’t know you were at the door, if I did I would’ve answered it.” You tried to plead with him, knowing that he would get angrier if you just argued with him. “Even if you were asleep, what’s with the lock? Do you not trust us?” He held the cord in his hand, letting it hang loosely from it. You shook your head, “I just want some privacy… Like, what if you had walked in on me when I was changing?”

He scoffed, and walked over to your bedpost, where the other end of the bungee cord was attached. He lifted it up, pulling it out from underneath. He dropped the bed with a loud bang. “Oh, don’t give me that. I knock, you know.” He wrapped the cord around his arm, before he pulled it off and began to walk back to the door. 

“I made you breakfast. If you don’t want it to get cold, you should put on a robe and come out.”

He closed the door, and left you to get ready, and let your thoughts simmer. You were angry. Not to the point you would show it, but more rather your mind was making fantasy arguments with itself. 

He can’t take it! It was ours, we made it ourselves! He’s violating our privacy! We just want some peace once in a while, is that too hard to ask?

You knew that making these little scenarios in your head wouldn’t help with your mood, so you tried to drop it. Instead, you wondered what you could do that day. You could clean up around the house a bit, or you could try to convince him again to let you cook something, maybe a small snack. 

Maybe you could even talk him into letting you outside. 

You took back the thought as soon as your mind brought it up. There was no way in hell he would ever let you outside, even with his supervision. He had too many people looking for him, too many people who would have no problems hurting you either. Of course, this is what he told you. You knew that he didn’t want you outside in case you tried to call for help or anything similar to it, but it still made you pissed that you were in the same situation as you were when you were with Eddie. 

Putting on your slippers, you quickly rushed out the door, not wanting to make him any more mad than he already was. 

---

The food Cletus had given you was good, you had to admit. You knew it wasn’t him who had cooked it, as he had stated he couldn’t cook very well, but probably Carnage, his own symbiote. You picked at the hashbrowns he had given you, not really eating, but also making it seem like you weren’t spacing out. Since Carnage had heightened senses that also passed to Cletus, it was hard for them to miss something about you. It reminded you of Venom, in a way.

Both Venom and Carnage were both extremely similar, both being symbiotes, having pretty much the same abilities, but that's really where their similarities ended. 

While Venom was much more patient and usually let you be in peace, Carnage was impatient and was even more controlling than Cletus. Carnage would sometimes just sit on his shoulder, and whisper into Cletus’ ear, telling him what he should do, what he should say. Sometimes, if you listened carefully you could hear it tell him random little things.

Carnage was also very much more present than Venom was. While you had assumed Venom just didn’t make himself appear because he thought you would be scared of him, Carnage had no such worries. They would sometimes just take over and talk to you randomly, usually about what you were doing or what you wanted to do. At the beginning, when you would try to argue with Cletus, they would take over and make you submit through sheer size, and lock you in your room using a chair. They wouldn’t let you out unless you apologized to both of them.

“Are you going to eat, or are you going to pout over your little lock?” 

You looked over, seeing that carnage was making more food, probably for you. You turned back to your own plate, and continued to eat your food. You heard a little ‘hmm’ from Carnage before they continued to make whatever they was making. 

Looking around, you saw the remote sitting on the other side of the table. You reached over the table, trying to grab it, but to no avail. You were about to get up to grab it, when it was taken from your sight. Carnage raised it above your hand, asking, “You could’ve asked us, you know.”

You shrugged. “You are busy making yourself breakfast.” Carnage rolled their eyes at that. “I’m making all this food for you, and all you can do is still be mad about that stupid lock. You know, we take care of you for free, and you treat us like this, all the time, every day.”

They walked back over to the stove, and grabbed the pan they were using. “Here, I hope this makes your attitude better.” They tilted it to your place, and a pancake slid off onto it. They walked back to the stove, putting the pan down, and pouring more of the mixture onto it.

You knew that they wouldn’t give you back the remote unless you apologized, so you quietly muttered, “I’m sorry.”

They stopped and turned around, still holding the remote. “What did you say?”

Trying not to grit your teeth, you said, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

Just get it over with, _____, it won’t help for you to be petty. “I’m sorry for putting a lock on my door without asking you first.”

They smiled, their teeth gleaming in the light. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Apology accepted.”

They handed you the remote, before they turned back to the stove. You faced the TV, turning it on to the first channel.

“-and tonight, we have news on the supervillain Doctor Octopus, who was defeated with combined efforts, both Spiderman and Venom bringing him down. While Spideman was present after the attack for questions and the police, Venom quickly disappeared and officials are asking for any info on him to be reported to the police, or call this number-”

“Change it!” You didn’t think twice, changing it to the next channel. Another news program, this time showing some weather report on the city. You heard them grumble something, before Carnage said, “Better.”

That was another thing you had noticed from both Eddie and Venom, along with Cletus and Carnage. They both hated each other. While you weren’t aware of Carnage when you were with Eddie, you sure knew about their hatred towards each other when you were with Cletus and Carnage. They had told you their origin story about how Carnage was left behind by Venom and Eddie, and how Cletus had found them all alone, and they had joined together. You weren’t sure if it was true, but you were sure of their rivalry to each other.

However, it was also strange to see Eddie and Venom work so closely with Spiderman. You remembered Venom saying something about him, how he didn't know what he was doing. 

Suddenly, Carnage dropped another pancake on your plate, before they started putting all the dishes in the sink. When they was done, he turned back to you, asking, “Could you clean the dishes today, _____?"

You nodded, and they gave a small pat on the head. Carnage dissapeared, going under Cletus's skin. Cletus walked towards the coat rack, and grabbed his usual jacket. “We’ll be back, don’t worry: if you need any food, there’s snacks in the cupboards. Don’t use the stove or oven, you might burn yourself.”

With that, they walked to the door. “We’ll be back in a few hours!”

“Bye.” You said, more to yourself. When you heard the last click of the locks, you let out a sigh you didn’t realize you were holding. You finished your plate, and put it with the rest of the dishes, before you went to get ready.

---

He sat on his throne, angry, frustrated… a little fearful.

His baby was on some planet, with someone who was a known killer! He had no idea if they were alive, or if they were hurt, and the worst part was that no one could give him any damn answers. 

He looked down at the photo he had of you. It wasn’t even a good one, solely of your face. It was blurry, but he knew what he saw. His baby.

He placed the photo down in his lap, before he quickly summoned one of his guards. “Get ready.” He stood up, walking down the stairs from his throne. 

“Today is the day we will return to Earth, and take back what is ours.”

---

You knew something was up when Cletus came back earlier than expected. He had come back from his usual afternoon outing with groceries and the like, to tell you he hadn’t eaten anything all day (meaning he hadn’t eaten anyone that day). So he left again, making you your favorite sandwiches. He had promised you that he would make the both of you some pasta when he got back. So when he came back 3 hours early, and was an absolute mess, you knew something was wrong.

He was mindlessly putting things into different bags, and grabbing random things only to move them somewhere else. Carnage was on his shoulder, whispering things into his ear. He was muttering things back to them, still moving things frantically into bags.

You tried to talk to him, “Cletus, is something up?”

He had turned to you, saying, “Pack a bag or two. We’re leaving.” 

“What? Why?” You walked up to him, trying to see what Carnage was saying to him. You listened closely, “he’s coming here, they told us he was here, I don't care if it might be a fake, he is not someone to be messed with-"

He turned to face you, and you realized he looked like hadn’t slept in a week. You straightened your posture, trying not to act like you were just eavesdropping. “Pack a bag or two. We are leaving tonight, around 8 or 9. Sooner the better.”

You wanted to say something else, but he went back to packing. So you decided fuck it, if he wants to move so bad, they can. 

You grabbed the biggest bag you could find, and started picking clothes and belongings to bring with you.

---

The road was bumpy, and certainly not comfortable when you were trying to sleep. It was obvious that neither Cletus or Carnage wanted to see anyone during this trip, so they decided to go on the backroads, ones where you might see one or two other cars the whole way down. It also helped that it was nighttime, and there was barely any light to see in front of you, so even if there was someone else, they wouldn't really notice either of you, and just think of you as another car.

The whole time, Cletus was focused on the road. Carnage wasn’t even on his shoulder like they usually would. The whole time it was simply silence from the both of you. You didn’t know what Cletus was planning on doing, or if he even had a plan.

He was worried about something. You’ve never really seen him worried like this. Sure, he could get antsy or anxious when something was about to happen, but he was never actually fearful of anything. But you couldn’t tell from what, either. 

It might be the police. It might be someone who is after him. It might be Eddie and Venom. The thought of them suddenly brought you back to them, to the times you had shared with them. You could remember them arguing over something minimal while you ate whatever they had made for you that morning, listening to them bicker and sometimes silently laughing at their antics. 

It made you… sad. Not much. But just enough where your mood was brought down a little. Apparently, it was very noticeable to them.

“What are you frowning at? Don’t tell me you were attached to that place.” 

You looked out the window, trying to see if there was any light at all from the empty valley road you were driving on. “I’m not mad.”

He scoffed, “Well, something’s bothering you. What is it?”

You knew he wouldn’t be happy if he knew your real reason, so you quickly thought of something else that wouldn’t piss them off immediately. 

“Why are you so stressed?”

“About what?”

“This whole thing. Is someone after you?”

As soon as you said it, you knew you messed up from the simple shift in tone of the conversation. Cletus didn’t answer for a few seconds, opening his mouth and closing it again. Before you could ask him anything else, he said, “There… is something after us, yes.”

You turned to look at him, and you could see he was trying to avoid your gaze. You took the hint and turned back towards the road. “Do you know who?”

Cletus rolled his shoulders, and it was obvious he was extremely tired or strained.

“I do. It’s not someone who’s easy to avoid.”

The road was becoming less rough and janky. You realized that you were on a highway, the nearby areas completely flat, with some rock formations here and there. It was a stark contrast to the forests you had seen on the way there.

“Where are we going, anyway?” Deciding to move on, you realized that making him talk about it would make things worse. You could at least try to find out everything else.

“Other side of the country. I know a safe house. Not really a house, but Carnage says it's still there.” 

You didn’t realize that you were going to be so far from home. You tried to remember your family, your real family. There were bits and pieces, but in the months that you’ve been gone, it was harder to remember anything about your family. In fact, you’ve barely thought about them. It made you wonder if they even remembered you at all. Were they still looking for you? Did they even care at this point? 

“Get some sleep: It’s almost one in the morning. I’ll wake you up when I find a place to rest.”

Looking around and realizing that there probably wasn’t going to be anything for miles, you closed your eyes and slowly fell asleep.

---

When you woke up, there was blood over the windshield. That got you up pretty fast. You turned to ask what happened, but Cletus nor Carnage wasn’t there. You peeked out from the window, and saw that he was over someone, probably dead already, and he was eating them. 

You pulled yourself back down, and sighed. You wanted to just fall back asleep, but you realized that you had to go to the bathroom. While your mind was just telling you to ignore it, you saw that there was a bathroom in view, just a few meters away from where the truck was parked. 

Fuck it, you thought. There wouldn’t be a spot to stop at for a while, right? You opened the door slowly, hoping he wouldn’t hear you. Unfortunately, he did.

He turned towards you just as you hopped out and quietly closed the door. You both stared at each other for a second, before he said, “Let me just finish this and we’ll take a break at this place. There are snacks in that store behind you. Grab whatever.”

You nodded, and he went back to his meal. While he was busy, you went to the bathroom and did your business. 

When you got out, he was still eating, so you decided to explore the place a bit. You were quick to realize that it was someone's little shop, with 2 gas pumps out next to it. The store was quiet, and you put two and two together to realize that the guy he was eating was the one who probably worked there. That didn’t stop you from taking a few snacks and drinks. You knew that you would be hungry, if you weren’t just sick from watching some guy get eaten. 

When you walked outside, Cletus was dragging the body away, probably behind the store to hide, leaving behind a very prominent trail of blood. You ignored him, and walked towards the truck to put the items in the back seat. Organizing them so they wouldn’t fall, and so that they would be easy to grab if you needed anything, you leaned back to make sure everything was ok. You felt thirsty, and looked at the food to see if you had gotten any water, but you realized you didn’t grab any. Groaning, you closed the door and walked back to the store. Cletus was still hiding the body, you would’ve presumed, as he wasn’t back from hiding it. 

You walked around the store, trying to find where they put the water, when you heard something outside. You looked over the stands, trying to see if anything was outside or if Cletus was just messing with you. But there was nothing. You continued looking, thinking it was just the wind or some animal. When you found a few bottles of them, you grabbed some and walked to the door.

When you reached the truck, you opened the back door again, and threw the bottles into it, and closed the door. You heard someone behind you, and you turned to ask Cletus if he was done. 

“Are you done with your m-”

The first thing that gave away that it wasn’t Carnage or Cletus was the pure height of the person. They had to be at least 8 feet tall, if not more. They were huge in comparison to you. You backed away, hitting the door of the truck as you slid around it, trying to get as much space between you and whoever this was. 

They didn’t seem to care, as they moved with you, around the truck and then behind it. You turned, trying to sprint away, but you yelped when you were suddenly pulled off the ground and into the air. You kicked your legs behind you, knowing it was them who had you, but it was no use.

Suddenly, you were dropped right back onto the concrete, and landed right on your nose. As soon as you hit the ground, you heard a crunch, and you were able to tell that your nose was broken after a few seconds. For a minute, you didn’t do anything, your mind still reeling being dropped a few feet face first, along with the upcoming pain of your nose. However, the noise of a fight made you roll over onto your back and lift your head up to see Carnage and the stranger having their own little fight.

Your eyes widened, seeing how effortlessly he was just batting Carnage away with his hand. Everytime Carnage would try to strike, or even just go near them, the attacker would just swat him down and away. It was like some game to him: it would’ve been amusing to watch had you not been terrified.

Carnage, on the other hand, seemed enraged. Like whoever it was, had pissed him off so much that he didn’t even care about you at that moment, and all he wanted to do was kill them. You could even hear Cletus every time he yelled or screamed, meaning that even he was irate about whoever it was as well.

However, it seemed that even the man, as you had figured out by then, was getting bored of his attacks. His movements seemed to be more lazy and disinterested: he was irritated. 

Suddenly, he grabbed Carnage by the neck, like he did with you, however much more aggressively. Carnage started to kick and bat his arms around, almost trying to scratch the stranger's face. 

“I am done with this childish game, Carnage.” They said it with such annoyance and malice that even you winced at their tone. They moved him to the side, just for a moment, before they threw him away, at least a few couple meters away. Carnage was thrown so far away, that you couldn’t even see them through the darkness. 

You lifted yourself up onto your arms, going to see what the hell happened to him, when you realized that your sudden movement attracted the attention of him. 

“Oh, fuck.” you quickly tried to scurry away, looking around for places to hide. Before you could even think of the best place, you were picked up (again) by the man. He cradled you like you would break at any moment. You tried to say something, but he shushed you. 

“It’s ok, my dear.” he whispered, trying to soothe you. You didn’t listen to him, instead kicking and trying to push away from him. You saw his smile falter, but only a little. 

He began to walk away, carrying you towards the woods, opposite of where Cletus and Carnage were. You realized what was going on, and you were starting to panic. You started to scream, but he placed his hand over your mouth, and rubbed your cheek with his thumb. 

“Oh, don’t cry _____, I promise that we’ll be home soon enough-”

The sound of an agonized, irate scream broke his sentence. The man rolled his eyes, and turned around. Carnage was there, his own ‘skin’ falling down from his face, revealing Cletus underneath, who seemed to be passed out.

“Give them back!” Carnage trudged along, and it was obvious something was wrong with their legs. Looking at it further, it seemed to be the knee bending inwards. Even still, they continued on with, stumbling towards the both of you. 

With a scoff, the man raised his hand. “Rumble. Deal with them.” he began to turn, just as carnage was getting ready to strike. However, that moment never came. A blur of purple and orange appeared, slamming Carnage into the store through the window, a loud burst of shattering glass being thrown everywhere, including towards you. 

You raised your hands, bracing for the tiny little pieces to hit you, when you felt the hand be removed from your mouth. You opened your eyes, realizing that the man was shielding you from the glass. He wasted no time, either, turning back around to the woods. 

As he walked away from the brutal carnage (heh) behind you, he looked down at you with such adornment and endearment that you almost thought that he was out of it.

“My name is Knull, little one. And you are my child.”

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BONUS:

Eddie leaned against the car door, already pissed that he had to wait. He knew that he was a kid, and that his symbiote wasn't even really grown, but he didn't know them very well. For all he knew, it could be some ploy by Carnage and Cletus themselves.

Give it time, Eddie. He might still show. He could already hear Venom sympathizing with them. "I know, I know. Just tired."

Right before he decided to just get in and drive away, he heard a small thump from behind him. He turned his head, and saw him. He was wearing a hoodie, and almost ran towards Eddie.

"Where the hell were you?" He scoffed, not wasting any time. He got in the drivers seat, while the kid got into the passenger.

"Hey, do you know how hard it is to sneak out when your parents are watching you like a hawk? Besides, I got some info."

As he started to drive, Eddie quickly asked, "What kind of info, trustworthy?"

The kid sighed, before saying, "I know you don't trust me very well because of the whole 'spawn of carnage' deal, but I don't like him any more than you do."

Listen to him! Even his own, uh, child doesn't want to follow him!

Eddie sighed, knowing that he was wrong. "Ok. I understand." he leaned in closer, making sure that the kid knew he heard him. "But if I find out your lying to me, it's over for you."

He could hear Venom berating him, but he quickly became quiet when the kid responded, "Hey, that's a deal. Besides, if anyone's gonna kill him..."

His hand morphed into something red and black, shifting into the symbiote before shifting back into a human.

"It's gonna be me and Toxin."

~~~

I did it! happy christmas to those who celebrate! and yes, one of the main reasons I decided to rewrite this whole series was because I wanted to include a lot more symbiotes that would make their own part and plays!

also, personally I think Carnage is portrayed more in a feminine way, so originally I gave the she/her pronouns but I looked it up and it was 50/50 so I decided to just change them to they/them, so whatever you view them as can be portrayed here!

love you all sm, thank you for such a great year, and for being so patient with me! I love, love all of you so much o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

[vixxi]

Only Ours~ - Cletus Kasady/Carnage x Reader

Requested by severebirdpeace

I've got ya Pal! But I'll change some things

You had woken up to be in a dark room, the last thing you remember was walking down the street of San Francisco, and some red tendrils wrapped around your legs and pulled you to an alley and you fainted.

You heard the door unlock and someone walked in, the person was so familiar to you, that you swear that you saw him somewhere "Ah, our little lamb is already awake Red..." cooed the familiar person.

You were confused about who is he talking to until a head appeared next to him, it was a red symbiote, and now it clicked on you, it was Cletus Kasady, a deranged and sociopathic serial killer and mass murderer, who had escaped prison.

"Good morning little lamb~" the red symbiote purred as Cletus Kasady approached you so the red symbiote nuzzled to you "We've been watching you for a long time little lamb~ And we did not want to imagine you being with someone else than us~" said the red symbiote as it nuzzled to you even more.

"Red is right about that little lamb..." Cletus Kasady smiled and reached his hand to stroke your cheek, but you moved your head away from his hand "... I bet that you know I am, little lamb~" asked Cletus Kasady.

"Y-Yes... Cletus Kasady..." You stuttered as a smirk started to appear on his face "Correct little lamb..." said Cletus "... I and Red were planning to keep you here for ourselves, to be our tender wife and future mother~ Me and Red would do anything to keep you with us..."

You were shocked by what you heard "We know that you are a lonely little lamb~ But don't worry, you have us~ And we won't hurt you~" purred the red symbiote as it nuzzled its head to your neck "... and become our tender wife little lamb..." added Cletus.

After some days you slowly start to get used to being around Cletus Kasady and the red symbiote, who you learned that it's name is Carnage, Cletus even leaves you on your pillow some quotes about love from the Bible, sometimes Cletus and Carnage switch sides, one would be carrying and soft while the other protective and needy.

And it came to the point where Cletus proposed to you, it was when he left a proposal ring inside the Bible on the page you previously read, and when you opened the book the ring fell out of it, Carnage's red tendril caught it and Cletus proposed to you and you said yes.

You and Cletus had a private wedding, and of course, it would not be with a priest being held by Carnage if he would do anything stupid, Carnage would love to tear him to pieces, you spend your honeymoon in Cletus's house, where he held you days before.

Cletus and Carnage became so nice to you, and one day Cletus brought up the 'baby' talk, he would not care if the baby was born with a symbiote of its own or became crazy like him when the baby grew up, he would love it the same as you.

Weeks passed and you found out that you were carrying Cletus's child, when Carnage heard it, he started to be more overprotective, so overprotective that he would stab anyone who would hurt you and the baby, even when Carnage rested his head on your stomach, he would purr softly, as if he could sense the baby.

Carnage would have his red tendrils around your stomach as a shield to protect the baby, when the reveal of the baby's gender was out, Cletus insisted on naming the baby Anna, while Carnage insisted on the name Ruby.

Months later you gave birth to a healthy and energetic little girl with black-ish red hair, and guess what name had been chosen....

... Anna Ruby...

[deliah-clarke]

Yandere Absolute Carnage x Romantic!Reader Alphabet

For all my fictional serial killer obsessed peoples. (18+ for obvi reasons) Warnings: it’s Carnage so that should say a lot. Violence, yandere themes (obviously), kidnapping, darkish? Gore and stuff. Idk what else to put its freakin Dark Carnage that says enough.

Affection:How much affection does he give?

He’s….not all for it. He may be touched starved but he just seems to kinda deal with it. He was barely even affectionate to Shriek (who is no longer alive cause of cult sacrifices). Not to mention he would show you little to no affection at first as well. If you’ve been around him long enough he might possibly give a tiny kiss here or there. But affection is rare.

Blood: How much blood is he willing to spill to keep you?

As much as he wants really, hell, at some point he’ll stop doing it just for your sake and just go around killing for fun in those moments. He is Carnage, it’s in the name and reputation.

Cruelty: How much of an a-hole can he be?

1000% an a-hole. He would purposely make fun of you and tease you, just to get a reaction. Not like you could do much to 13 feet of walking death. I mean he can get annoyed pretty easy since he has the whole stress of ‘Awakening his dark symbiote god’ thing goin’ on. Norman legitimately complimented him and Carnage gave him a tired eye glare and to sum it up said, “shut the f*** up, Norman.”

Death: How would your death impact him?

To sum it up your death to him is like a someone deliberately breaking a child’s favorite toy. He’d be pissed to say the least. One, he went through so many things trying to capture you in the first place. Two, He f***ing liked you! He thought you were fun and he liked your personality, looks don’t really matter to an undead, infested serial killer much, so it was more for your personality. Three, eventually he planned to break you and you’d finally accept that this was your life and he’d have a new partner in killing!

I’m sure with Carnage being Carnage he’d eventually get over you but the mention of your name at any point would piss him off.

Enemy: Would he ever turn on you?

For the most part he can tolerate a bit especially from lil’ old you. He finds it amusing you have so many snarky and rude things to say to his face, he’ll just sit back on his throne while you are on the floor, wrists bound by symbiotic red tendrils as you sling both clever and stupid insults at him.

But the second you interrupt his gory killing sprees, which could only be cause by you escaping…well would be dragged back by the neck, broken legs dragging behind you, bleeding out of your mouth. With him throwing you roughly back down and bound by the tendrils….4x as many that time.

Friendly: Can he be friendly? How often?

Not very. If you do eventually accept him and you two go on killing sprees together (though he would keep a tight leash at first since he doesn’t fully trust you). He will definitely be his own, twisted version of playful with you, making sicker types of jokes just to see your reaction. He can be friendly-ish if you give him the chance, though it would probably involve wearing people’s faces, messing around with internal organs, face painting with blood, stuff like that. Hope you have a strong stomach because he won’t hold back for anyone.

Give: Would he give a present? What would he do if he received one.

Er…his gifts aren’t the most…humane. Sometimes he’ll leave little gory surprises to freak you out and watch you gag. He hasn’t really ever given you a present like a normal lover would, but he tries regardless, if he feels you deserve it.

He would be confused if he was given a present by you. The first question he’d probably as is, ‘how the f*** did you get out of your restraints?’ And if that wasn’t an issue he’d probably give a dismissive “thanks” and open it in private, he’d see this as getting through to you, which would crack an excited smile from him, regardless of what you gave him.

Hell: What is he willing to put you through?

Anything. Except death, because he won’t let you get the satisfaction of dying if he was punishing you.

Ignore: How does he feel if he’s being ignored?

There was a panel of Carnage running at Eddie and shouting ‘Pay Attention To Me!’. So it is most likely that he doesn’t like being ignored. He’ll say something mayyyybbbbeeee at a max of three times if he’s feeling generous which is rare. Past that he has no problem dragging you out of The Spire and dangling you with a tendril wrapped around your foot above some of the tallest buildings in New York.

Jealous: Does he get jealous? Yes. He doesn’t like you around anyone outside of your ‘family’ (demagoblin, doppleganger, cultists and the hive.) Out of jealousy he’ll often do many things that seem out of character and confusing to you. Such as hold you close and give you awkward but well-meant affections. He would typically do this to people like Norman Osborn, (who thinks he’s Kasady), Carnage does not like you talking to Norman and that is usually where the jealousy starts. Carnage will pull you close to him and absolutely coddle you. If it was anyone else you talked to outside of who he allowed, (this is if you accepted him) he would absolutely rip out their spine and shove it down their throat the second you left the room.

Knavish: Is he willing to be dishonest?

He wouldn’t really need to be, he doesn’t typically spare feelings, if not ever. If he needed to lie to manipulate you into doing what he wants, then yeah he would.

Love Letters: How does he show his appreciation to you?

When you accept him he’ll gift you some stuff from your first kills, stuff from the first time you met, along with the occasional compliment from him.

If you still hadn’t accepted him he won’t do anything you show his appreciation, why the f*** do you deserve it?

Mask: Does he hide his true self from you?

Nah. He’s just your sadistic, masochist lover as you know him.

No: How does he feel about his lover telling him no?

He’ll be a bit shocked no doubt, but he’ll be quick to shut that s*** down. He’s definitely more dominant in your relationship. There are a few instances where he’ll (begrudgingly) accept no, as you can imagine.

Oppression: How many rights will he take away?

As many as he feels you shouldn’t have.

Perseverance: What are the lengths he will go to get you back?

Honestly he has the entire hive to hunt you down, but he’d make it personal and hunt you himself. He’d never let you go, it’s more about pride than love though. And when he got a hold of you…you’d be in for the worst time of your life.

Quit: Would he ever stop pursuing you?

His pride wouldn’t let him.

Regret: Would he ever regret kidnapping you?

That’s laughable to him if you even thought that.

Sanity: What will he do if you lose your sanity

HELL YES! That would be absolutely amazing to him. A sadist little lover, equal in bloodlust and insanity sittin’ pretty by his side as you both watch the world drown in red. A dream come true to him.

Touch: What happens if someone puts their hands on you?

That would result in a slow, painful death for anyone who lays a finger on you. Especially when you accept him and all that, you become more open to him. He would twist off their limbs and splinter their bones, among other things. No one gets to touch you. He doesn’t like to share.

Union: What are his future plans?

Marraige, dating, what’s the difference? It’d really be up to you he doesn’t care what title you two have.

Vengeance: Would he avenge you if you died

Initially, he’ll get over you pretty fast, but he would, like I said, your name would be a sensitive subject.

Wit’s End: How much ‘til he’s had enough?

Like I also said, he can tolerate you pretty well, but as soon as you make a big mess up, such as, extremely setting back the awakening of Knull. He’ll definitely be angry. And end your life for that setback.

X-ray: Does he care about your health?

As your future lover he does, he’s just not super open about it. Honestly hes fine with hurting you, just not other people hurting you. He doesn’t want you to die…yet.

Yearn: Does he need you? Want? Yeah. Need? No.

Zenith: Will he break his love to get what he wants?

That’s basically his whole goal.

[c4erul3um]

Miguel O'Hara x spider-woman!reader

Part two

part one, part two, ...

Summary: After fight with anomaly, you're left wounded, remembering past.

Word count: 1,8k

A/N: Omg guys, thank you so much for the support on the first part, I didn't know it would blow up so much, so here is second part. Also, if you want the Spot x reader too or any of the spiderverse characters, I will be for your service. If you have any ideas or anything, ask me on my profile. I will write anything bcs I'm bored and don't have anything to do ^^ enjoy part two.

“What is it this time?”

I asked Jess as I exited the portal, walking into chaos. “You know, normal monday, some anomaly is on rampage and they cant get it to stop.” “Who is the anomaly?”

I said stretching my arms, I just got out of bed, don't judge me, when I can, I will sleep. “I think it's some kind of symbiote? Host's name is Cletus Kasady.” “Okay, then what's taking them all so long?” “Go ask them yourself.” She waved her hands around to emphasize her statement. “Okay.”

I shot my red webs on building above them and swung in the direction of the anomaly. When I was above them I saw it was really Carnage, but this one looked different, he had some kind of swirl tattoo on his forehead and was a lot bigger. “Okay, this one shouldn't be different than the other ones.” I said as I leapt off the wall I was crawling on. Gliding towards my target, it was night so I was in advantage because of my suit colors. When I was right above I shot my web right in front of the symbiote. This Carnage´s head shot up and it screeched at me.

“Can you be a little louder?” I yelled at it as it started to rampage on the buildings around it, I have to stop him before he does something bad. While it was destroying the buildings, I started to make cage-like thing around it with my webs, successfully trapping it inside. When it realized what I did he screeched again, my ears were most likely bleeding at this point. Just as I landed on the ground inside the cage thing it attacked me, creating tentacles with its slimy goo muscles it was made from.

“Hey, you're carnage, right?” I yelled at the beast, its smile got even wider, it was uncomfortable to watch. “Yeaah, and who you might be?” It asked in its deep voice. “Well, I'm spider-woman, but if you would like to know, my name is (Y/N). I'm here to stop you, you're from a different reality and I'm here to get you back. Do you want to go willingly or should I use violence?” It looked like it was actually considering what I said. “Can't miss opportunity, princess.” It chuckled darkly. I just stared at it blankly and shot my web at him, successfully hitting it, then with great speed I started to stick the symbiote with my webs to buildings around us, he was unlike all other symbiotes, he had solid shape, not being just slime. When it realized what I was trying to do, he spun around in his restraints and before I could do something more.

I felt pain in my abdomen, looking down I saw a tentacle made from his goo. "Ah, fuck…" The tentacle leaving my abdomen and retracting back inside him, leaving behind a nasty hole inside me. My suit automatically goes above the wound, making it seem like nothing happened on the outside. I cought up some blood from my mouth, my hand going over my masked mouth. I crouched down on the pavement, hunching over. "ha ha ha…Not so brave spiderman?!"

"spider-woman." I muttered as I started to stand up, ignoring my injury I threw myself off the ground with help of my webs. Striking the last web on this monster, it was trapped and couldn't move. Suddenly an orange shield trapped it for the final time. "Took you long enough." "Well you looked like you had fun." Jess said. I tapped something on my watch and the portal opened before me. "Take care of this thing." "Will do." Was the last thing I heard before stepping into the portal, being sucked in a tube like force field around me, flying towards I stopped and walked out of the portal.

The HQ was lively as always, different spider people from different universes going about their day. When I stepped on the ground and out of the portal, I remembered my injury, falling on the ground with hiss. Some of the spider people noticed my fall and went to help me, helping me stand up. "Hey you okay?" "Do you want to go to infirmary?" Too much noise. "Hey! All of you move!" I heard a familiar voice. Miguel. "(Y/N)! ¿qué pasó?" "I need to go to infim…" Darkness.

~

"What's wrong with her?" Miguel asked the doctor spiderman. "She has a really deep wound on her abdomen, if she came in later she would most likely bleed out." I just looked at her limp body laying on the hospital table. Machine operating her abdomen, she had a breathing mask on her face. Fuck, Muñeco, you better don't die on me.

~

What…what's happening…When I opened my eyes I saw some kind of robotic arms inside my abdomen. My eyes widened as I remembered my past.

~~

Younger (Y/N) was sitting in her cell, staring blankly at the wall in front of me. The doors to my cell opened, bringing some light into the dark room. "Hello experiment - 5076, how are you feeling today?" Asked the sickening voice of one of the doctors. I just continued to stare at the wall. "Not talking today, I see." He said to himself.

"Follow me, 5076." I stood up and followed the doctor outside, walking through white walls, everything looked the same. "Sit down." He ordered. I just sat and stared. "Okay, today we are going to try something new." That's not good. I looked at the object he was holding, it looked like a syringe with some glowing red liquid. I flinched when restrains suddenly clicked over my hands and legs, keeping me in place. He rolled my sleeve and injected the red liquid into my vein. My eyes widened and I screamed because of the intense pain it left after injecting. The doctor left the room.

Miguel watched from behind the mirror Glass, horrified, he didn't know they were testing their experiments on humans. Porque no me di cuenta antes. He pushed his glasses from sliding off his nose. I need to help her escape tonight. The young doctor thought to himself.

The girl's body started thrashing, visibly in pain, all the other doctors were just looking, scribbling down onto their papers. After a few minutes some robotic arms came up from the ceiling and started to grab onto her, grounding her in place, after some more fight, the girl relaxed. Is she dead? Her head shot up and looked right into the mirrored glass and into Miguel's eyes. Can she see me? Her eyes were bright scarlet, she had fangs and was breathing heavily, her eyes were teary.

Miguel's wide eyes stared right back at her, her head co cocked to the side little. It was like unspoken conversation was being said between the two people.

~

"I think the DNA change worked, my fellow coworkers, we made a new Spiderman." Said the head doctor of the department. I didn't say anything and just left the room.

It was late at night, all of my coworkers had gone home already, I was the only one here. I stood up from my chair and started to walk towards the experiment's cells, looking around to see if there isn't anyone there. When I stood in front of 5076 cell I took out my card and swiped it on the tablet by the doors. The doors opened, I walked in, looking around.

"Hey, girl, are you here..?" "what do you want?" Quiet voice said, I saw her sitting silhouette on the ground, motionless. "I came here to rescue you." Her head whipped to my face, her red eyes glowing in the dark. "Why would you do that." "I didn't know they experimented on humans, it's just so inhumane, I don't want you to suffer." I said to her. She slowly stood up from her sitting position, coming up to me. She looked up to my face and tilted her head. "Come on, follow me." I said and walked out of her cell. "You can escape this way." I pointed down the white hallway, her head came from the darkness of her cell and looked the way I was pointing. She looked at me, her eyes having excitement inside them, her face holding hope. "thank you." As she walked out fully, I saw she had talons on her hands, she started to walk when alarms started to ring around us, the white hallway enveloped in red from the warning lights. She flinched and started to run, me doing the same, running off the other way.

~

I was running down the hallway when I heard loud steps, a lot of them. I ran into some kind of lab, there were containers with some slime everywhere, different colors and sizes, I saw people in black uniforms, helmets, shields and weapons. "Experiment 5076, get back into your cell and we won't hurt you." My instincts were ablaze, I was bloodthirst. Without a word I launched myself on them and started swinging my talons at them, successfully hitting some of them, killing them. One was trying to run, when I swung my hand at him I hit some kind of container.

Black goo crawled upon my hand and disappeared into me. What. I tried to ignored it and killed the last guy, blood, blood was everywhere. I went ahead into some doors, staircase. I ran down maybe, like, 20 floors, panting. I exited through doors and found myself at the side of the building, in some kind of alleyway. "fuck…my side." My side burned, one bullet hit me right into my side. I sank down the wall, holding my side when I heard footsteps. "I knew you would do it." The guy who helped me escape ran up to me, smiling. "Will you go with me? I will heal you and take care of you." "Well it's not like I have anywhere to go, right." He chuckled at my sarcasm.

~~

The vision started to fade as I regained my consciousness. Blood, a lot of blood. I was clawing at my body, trying the machine to get off me. "Hey! (Y/N)! Stop it, you're gonna hurt yourself-!" Miguel. I looked up to his face, tears streaming down my face. "Im sorry…" was the last thing I heard before feeling a pinch in my arm and being surrounded by darkness.

A/N: this idea fot the plot came up to me last night, I had to write it down. Hope you liked it :>

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[venomous--fics]

Summary: Life seemed good. Too good.

Pairing: Kasady!Sister!Reader x Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader

Life was treating you fairly for once. You and Eddie managed to work hard and managed to move into a nice little house, and even had a child. A daughter, who you named Jamie. She was nearing the age of four, and would be starting pre-school soon.

Most people warned you about how crabby or temperamental little kids to be, but it seemed like you got blessed with the universe's chillest kid. You'd say she got it from Eddie, but that man is a wreck most days.

Eddie couldn't find his keys, don't panic, Jamie is here to help. She always finds them with so much ease. You were convinced she's the little mastermind that hid them. They were always under the middle couch cushion, aka, the cushion that dad never looks under.

If it wasn't freaking out over the keys, it was being in a state of absolute panic because his little girl scrapped her knee outside. Jamie was unbothered, actually, she didn't even seem to notice until Eddie pointed it out. Now he's convinced that she's gonna get some sort of infection, or worse.

Venom most definitely didn't help the panic, as he was just as protective. If not more, somehow.

You were worried about how he'd react dropping her off at school. You already had to explain the concept of preschool to Venom, because he was getting upset that you'd willingly leave HIS baby somewhere with some strangers who probably didn't even know how she liked her apples sliced. Or that she liked pumpkin pie. Or that her favorite bedtime story was The Poky Little Puppy.

"It's only for a few hours a day." you had to say, "Eight in the morning to noon. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays."

Venom wasn't convinced, even after you told him every last detail you had to offer. But, he did say he'd 'allow it.' It's cute that he think he calls the shots here.

On the first day of school, Eddie was the only with the jittery nerves.

"What if they forget that she's allergic to Pecans?" he asked, deathly afraid that that scenario would play out while she was at school, "You told them, right?"

"Eddie."

"And mangoes. What if they just magically manifest mangoes-"

"She's gonna be fine."

"I told them." Jamie said, taking her dads hand, "I told them that I can't have those."

"See? What'd I tell you." You leaned down and gave your daughter a high five, "Great job."

"Thank you." she said, bending down to grab her lunchbox.

"Are we ready?" you asked, opening the front door.

"Yes." Jamie said.

"Yes." Eddie said, "No. Maybe. Yes, I'm good- We're good. We're fine."

After ushering everyone out the door, everything seemed to move a bit smoother. Eddie, and hopefully Venom, seemed to cool down the closer we got to our destination. They seemed to mentally reason with each other that everything would be fine. We'd all go and pick her up in a few hours and go out for lunch.

And to your surprise, dropping her off went easier than expected. Jamie seemed excited to meet everyone, and make friends. Eddie only cried for ten minutes on the way back home, and then only cried for another five minutes on the couch in the living room.

"It's just too quiet." he whispered as he clutched onto one of the couch cushions, "What if she never comes back?"

"Mayo or miracle whip?" you asked, "Or am I interrupting your monologue."

"Miracle whip, please."

Part of you did agree with Eddie, though. It was oddly quiet with no child running around.

And just like that, a routine started. School, work, home, repeat. On the days that Jamie didn't have school, but you and Eddie had work, she'd go to either Anne and Dan's place or with your parents. Either party was always happy to have her around.

Wash, rinse, repeat. Life seemed to mellow out after that. It felt like you were one of those overly cliché families you'd see in those tv movies. Not that you actively watched those, but sometimes putting those on were the only way to get Eddie and Jamie to just...Fall asleep. They'd both rile each other up and the only way to get them to stop was to put one of those films on and they'd both get so bored that they'd just dozed off.

Months seem to just slip by with how easily things were going. Only a few stray sinus infections here and there to really mix things up. Venom also seemed rather content with life. Sure he kinda missed beating up bad guys every so often, but now he found himself actually wanting to just go home and take it easy. It was nice.

The only thing that seemed to really be different was the news. You didn't really enjoy watching news segments about all the sad shit happening in this world, but you did like to stay informed, that and you liked watching the weather. If someone told you that your "me time" would be you watching the 10 pm news while eating stale popcorn your child couldn't finish, you'd probably laugh at them. Well, now you'd laugh with them.

This was one of those nights where Eddie, after reading Goodnight Moon for the millionth time that week, had his head in your lap. Originally, he came down to get you to go to bed, but he was just too tired to even ask. Didn't mind the attention he was getting. He'd never say that he liked it when you play with his hair, but he would enjoy it.

"Anything good?" he muttered, eyes closed.

"Nah." you said, "They're talking about sports."

"Go sports." he said, yawning.

You were about to change the channel when the next story came on and got your full, unwanted attention.

"Serial Killer Cletus Kasady is to be moved into a maximum security prison across the country this week due to an attempted prison break late last Friday."

Eddie opened his eyes and turned his head to look at you. That's a name you two haven't heard of or said in a very long time. It wasn't like a 'he who shall not be named' deal, it's just you two never really thought it was something that needed to be hype fixated on.

"Hey," he said, causing you to look down at him, "It's going to be okay. Okay? We're going to be fine."

"Yeah," you cleared your throat, "I, I know that."

"Are you okay?"

You gave one last look to the tv, just in time to see his stupid face. You cringe a little before you thought about it. You had Eddie and Venom. They're pretty tough- Hell, they took down a rocket and Riot, all at once. This would be nothing.

"Yeah," you looked back down at him, "Yeah, I'm okay."

And just like that, things seem to fall back into order. But you just felt like something wasn't right. You kept obsessing over it- Over him. He was too smart. Cletus knew what he was doing. If he wanted out, he'd get out.

The next few days felt like Hell. You had this unbearable itch to check your phone every five seconds, just to refresh the news. It was distracting. It was almost as distracting as the feeling that something or someone was constantly watching you. You chalked it all up to your anxiety and decided to find something else to distract yourself with. If it wasn't your work, then it was just maintaining your house.

You'd make sure everything stayed in its place, but in doing so, you began to realize that things were always out of order. You and Eddie had a small garden in the backyard, of course because Jamie wanted to see how things grew after watching some informative cooking show.

And when she was at school, you promised you'd water the garden for her, as she was worried that all her plant friends would get thirsty and die. But during your daily trip to the backyard, you noticed that a few plants had some of their vegetables stolen. In fact, some of the plants themselves looked rather beat up, though, not enough to alarm a normal, unsuspecting person.

"Those darn rabbits," you sighed to yourself.

And when you were putting the hose away, that's when you saw that the back gate door on your wooden fence was slightly ajar. You slowly walked towards it, poking your head out to see the path that led to the front yard was empty. You carefully shut the gate and locked it, noting that the locking mechanism was loose.

"Eddie should really fix that." you said, trying to calm your nerves.

It'd be crazy to think that someone was barging into your back yard just to steal tiny roma tomatoes, right? Right..?

You were just stuck in your own head. That had to be it. Nobody was out to get you, or your family. Everything was okay. Locks get loose, and animals steal food. Those things just happen. Sure, it was weird that there were no holes anywhere in your yard to suggest that any animal had even existed in your yard, but it had to be the animals.

You went back inside with goosebumps, completely ignoring any other negative feelings you had.

"Eddie," you walked over to him, "The back fence lock is broke."

"Again?" he asked, looking away from his laptop.

"Again.." you repeated slowly.

"Yeah, it was all wonky last week too." he replied, getting up from his chair, "Think we should just get a new one at this point. I think something's just defective with this one."

This did nothing to ease your nerves, and Eddie picked up immediately, "Hey, it's alright, I'll just pick up a better lock tomorrow after work."

"Promise?"

"Yeah. Promise."

You jumped a little as you heard a loud rattling sound next to you. You looked down and saw Jamie holding a box of plain pasta noodles, "Can I eat these?"

You noticed that the box was already open, "Uh, well, you should cook them first."

"Oh." she said, lowering the one she had in her hand, "Yeah."

"But yes, you can eat them. Why don't we go get some water ready?"

Knowing what that meant, she quickly shoved the box into your legs, which you clumsily latched onto. She raced into the kitchen, yelling, "I get the pot! I got it!"

You stared at the pasta box for a minute before Eddie spoke up, "It's gonna be fine. I'll get a new lock, and then it'll be good."

You nodded quietly as you headed into the kitchen, hearing nothing but metal clanging and a few things falling followed by an "Oopsies."

You set the water filled pot on the stove and thought about it. Yeah, Eddie was right. It was just a faulty lock. Besides, nothing bad has happened. It was probably some rowdy teenagers just trying to jump the fences again. The kids down the street really loved causing chaos for their neighbors.

"Sauce." you daughter hummed as she opened the cupboard door that was three times bigger than her, "Where."

You picked it up off the top shelf, and she protested, "No, I wanna get it."

You set it back on a shelf that she could reach. She grabbed it with little to no struggle and held it up to you, "Got it."

"Thank you." you smiled, grabbing the jar and setting it on the counter.

She ran out of the kitchen, "I get dad."

"Why?" you called after her.

"To open the jar."

"Why am I the jar opener?" you heard Eddie ask, "We have a jar opener."

"You." you heard Jamie say in response, "You open jars."

"I can, yes."

"So open."

"But what do I get in return?"

"You get to eat."

It almost sounded like a threat.

You carried the pot over to the sink to strain it as the other two dragged each other into the kitchen.

"There's the jar."

Eddie picked it up and pretended to examine it, "I dunno, I'm not sure if I can get this one."

"Twist."

Eddie began to playfully struggle with the task, "See? I can't. Vacuum sealed."

"Unvac-" the girl stuttered with the word, "Twist it again."

"Again?"

You finished straining the pasta and set the pot on the counter for a moment so you could dig through the drawer for the pasta spoon, or the big scoop as Jamie would call it. You were about to stir the noodles to make sure they didn't stick to each other when a quick glance out of the window above the sink made you do a double take.

You could've swore you saw someone, but when you looked back, you saw that it was just that stupid low hanging branch. You shook your head and carried the pot back to the stove.

The rest of the night was pretty quiet, aside from all the stories that your daughter had to offer about what could possibly happen tomorrow. As everyone retired to bed, you triple checked to make sure every door and window as shut tight and locked properly. You could never be too sure.

You took awhile to finally drift off, but you did. You just couldn't help that sinking feeling you felt. You almost felt like you could vomit. But you needed to be tough for everyone around you. This, and what you felt, were nothing. Everything was fine.

The morning came, and so did the chaos. Everyone was getting ready for their days. Jamie was the first to be done, followed by Eddie. You helped everyone remember all the stuff they needed as you all ran around eating your breakfasts. Of course, Jamie didn't need to run around, but she liked to be included in the hectic schedule.

"Okay, everyone ready to go?" you asked as you grabbed your jacket.

"Yes ma'am." they said in unison, walking to the door.

Today was going to be a good day. As you locked up your front door, you noticed something awry with the bush by the front steps. And the small potted plant you had by the door. The bush looked as thought someone had stomped all over it, and the potted plant was not only knocked over, but the pot was broke.

"Oh no." Jamie said, "Poor plant."

"We'll get him a new pot." Eddie said, "And then we'll put him inside. That sound good?"

Jamie nodded in response.

"What about the bush?" you asked.

"Uhm," Eddie said, "Well.."

He wasn't sure that "Get a new bush." would suffice. To be honest, he wasn't sure any of what he'd fixed or replaced would suffice. Just like you, he had weird feelings about it all too. Sure, he never brought it up to you, because he didn't want to make you more uncomfortable, but he definitely noticed that things weren't right.

The garden hose was constantly moving from one spot to another. Things on the back porch would be moved ever so slightly. Eddie was sure you didn't notice those small details, but he sure as hell did. Venom was like a guard dog, he took note of ever last minor detail.

"I'll fix it." was all he said.

"Must've been some cats running around." you said, ushering your child to the car.

"We should get snacks." Jamie said, fiddling with her buckles, "After school."

"Yeah?" you asked, "We can do that."

She kept listing off thing that you two should get, ranging from cookies to grapes. You were already making a mental list, not like she'd forget any of these, but just in case. If Eddie was with you, you would've asked him to write this all down. Unfortunately, he was probably already halfway to work.

You pulled up to the school and helped Jamie out of the car, making sure she had her lunch and her bag. She gave you a hugged followed by a quick, "Love you." before running off to join her friends.

For some reason, you lingered a bit longer than usual. All the other parents went on their merry ways, but you stayed behind. There was this nagging feeling in your gut that you shouldn't leave her here. But you had to. She'd be fine. There's plenty of capable people here to protect her.

You reluctantly left and made your way around the city, doing all your errands and even picking up the snacks that your daughter so desired. You knew the cookies were meant for Eddie, seeing as Jamie was his partner in crime when it came to getting the good stuff. That and she was just a thoughtful kid. She cares too much about everything and everyone, and it was endearing.

Eddie, despite his rocky past and stints with the law and aliens and everything, tried his best to teach his daughter a thing or two about being a good person. He was the one that taught her world smarts, such as sometimes things go wrong, but even then, you can always make it all better. You, on the other hand, taught her basic smarts. Like how to read, or what the lights at the traffic stops mean.

It didn't need to be said that your little girl meant everything to you both. Everyone clearly saw it. Everyone was and still is surprised with how much Eddie absolutely adores her. He thought he'd be the world's worst dad, but that all changed. You know him and Venom would literally move mountains if she asked politely.

Your mind wandered as you flipped through the tv channels. Three more hours and she'll be home to tell you how her day went.

Eddie was busy at his desk as he typed away. He was constantly checking the clock on his computer. It was nearing 10 am, but it felt like it was almost 6pm. He just started working and he already wants to go home. His leg bounced as he tried to focus on the task at hand, but he just couldn't. he had this weird feeling that he just needed to get up and go. To where, he wasn't sure, his body was just urging him to leave.

10:13 am. That's watch his watch read as he put his sleeve back over it. He's been standing just outside the gate of the school for some time now. He was almost admiring all the poor souls here. They were all so pathetic. None of them meant anything.

A teacher had noticed the stranger standing at the gate, but decided to wait a minute or two. Maybe he was just passing by. But after ten minutes, she decides to approach him. She told one of the other teachers to stay by a phone an alert the authorities if need be.

"Excuse me." the woman said calmly as she walked over to the gate, "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to move along."

The guy didn't say anything, he just looked past her. Like she wasn't even there.

"Sir-"

"Oh, I heard you." he said.

"Then please-"

He gestured to the kids on the playground, specifically a small girl, "Her."

It almost seemed like he was speaking to someone else when he said it. The teacher slowly turned and saw the child he was referring to before turning back to him, "Leave."

She wasn't playing anymore. This wasn't funny.

"Jamie." he said, gesturing to the girl again, "That's my niece."

This didn't ease the tension any. The teacher stood her ground, "That's lovely, but I'm afraid you aren't on the release list."

"You thought I was asking?" he chuckled coldly, "That's adorable.."

The teacher was making her way back to alert the others to call the police and go inside, but that's when all hell broke loose. It all started with the sound of the gate being ripped out of the ground. The last sight most of those poor unfortunate souls saw was a tall red demon.

Only a few lucky people and kids managed to make it back inside. They weren't sure where else to go. Jamie, on the other hand, was stuck between a rock and a hard place. She was hidden in the playground, in a spot where nobody could see her. She wanted to be with her friends, but she knew if she made any noise that thing would see her.

She was planning to hide with everyone else, but then she saw all this red liquid splatter onto the rocks beside her spot and she knew better than to move. First the first time in her short existence, she was scared. She didn't know what to do in this situation. She wasn't like all the heroes on the news, who ran towards trouble to save people.

Once all the screams subsided, and it seemed quiet, she decided to carefully crawl to the opening and look to see if the coast was clear. There didn't seem to be anything in the way. Everything was so eerily still. She tried to ignore all the terrible sights, but there were everywhere.

She double checked everything direction, making sure that the terror was truly over. She pushed herself off of the ground and it was almost like that was the wrong thing to do. The playground she was taking refuge under was sliced in half, with whatever giant blade that had done the deed nearly catching the back of the frightened girl.

She let out a scream and covered her eyes, immediately bursting into tears. She just didn't know what to do, but it was all over now. Maybe if she stood still, whatever it was wouldn't see her, just like in those dinosaur movies. She shook and whimpered as she silently cried for anyone to save her. She wanted to go home. If she could just be in her bed and hide under the blankets, the monster couldn't get her.

She felt something small wrap around her and pick her off the ground, causing her to close her eyes tighter. She felt like she was flying hundreds of feet in the air, but it was only a few feet. It was quiet again. She lowered her hands and opened her eyes.

A red creature seemed to grin wickedly at her and it cackled so loud that she had to cover her ears.

"Hello, little red."

She couldn't look away, but she wanted to. She was being dangled off the ground like a poor little purse dog. She was shaking like one too. This seemed to amuse the bizarre being even more, as their twisted smile only grew. It was like it was a kid playing with their food before eating it.

"I don't believe we've been properly introduced..."

There was another loud laugh before Jamie was lifted even higher, now being hung over the creature's face. She felt like she was a lonesome little worm stuck on a lure. There was nothing she could do.

"I'm Carnage."

Almost as if Carnage was showing off, his arm extended and he sliced at some nearby pipes, causing the school to go up in flames. Whoever wasn't picked off when this thing first arrived, sure wish they had been now.

"And we're gonna be good friends."

[thelovethatgrowss]

Cletus Kasady Headcanons

Meeting you

When he sees you he’s in some seedy fuck bar after he and carnage have probably mutilated a few people. A bar fight breaks out and in the middle of it all there’s you.

You crack a bottle over someone’s head before stabbing another guy in the throat with the shattered bottle. When one man slashes your neck he watches you fall over…. Then get back up?

The wound is healed and gone and the guy that did it is choking on his own blood. Then you’re skipping out of the bar grinning like the chaotic little shit you are and Cletus has never seen someone look so hot covered in blood. Other than he and carnage that is.

He’s out of the bar behind you trailing you, as you hum a song. “That there sure was something.” You stop mid stride and the red head is giving you a shit eating grin.

“Eh I’ve done better.” Because you have as a hitman/woman you’ve ruined a lot of lives. Sucks to be those lives.

Somehow you end up comparing trauma. Great ice breaker.

“My mom sold me to the mob.” “Yeah well mine tried to kill me after I killed her dog” “I had fucked experiments done on me and now I can’t die so I’m a hired.” “Ha! I’m a serial killer with who’s bonded with alien goo.”

He walks you all the way home to your seedy apartment in a seedy neighborhood.

“Well this is my stop red…” “yeah”

You two part ways but Cletus is already thinking of ways to “accidentally” run into on your little escapades.

“I like her.” “Me too.”

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My small contribution to the lack of Cletus Kasady/Carnage x Reader content. Lol I tried.

[mightymetalmax]

where is the cletus kasady x reader content >:(

[hybistrophile]

Cletus Kasady | Carnage Imagine: Post-Symbiosis Edition

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• you were watching a breaking news bulletin when you got the call you've been anticipating and dreading all at once; it was the NYPD detective who tracked down and arrested your kidnapper, former employee, and ex-lover;

• the fantastical report of his jailbreak turned out to be more fact than fiction; after serving only 2 years out of his 11 life sentences on Rikers Island, Cletus Cortland Kasady, the bloodiest serial killer New York City has known in decades, was back on the streets

• "I suggest you pack light," the detective continued; "a police car is on its way to pick you up. are you at Hatchet's or at the apartment?"

• "you've been at home all evening," you look over at Barry, who's already filling a duffle bag with whatever clothes of yours he can find; "I won't be needing my summer wear, babe," you call to him, calmly; so calmly, it chills you; "oh, and, Mrs. Hatchet," you hear the detective say through the speaker; "did you check your inbox? has he sent you anything recently?"

• Barry was bringing the bags into the hallway when you were being asked the question; "your inbox? that son of a bitch's been writing to you?"; "digital inbox," you answer quickly; too quickly; "can't you check my inbox for yourself, detective? why are you asking me questions you already know the answers to?"; "of course, of course. I'll leave you to pack. the car should be there in ten;"

• Barry wouldn't drop the subject, not even in the company of the officers driving you to safety; and you couldn't blame him for it; at least, you shouldn't;

• 2 years ago, he had been the one to welcome you when the NYPD brought you back to the crime scene your butchery had become; he was the one to give up on his California dreams to be with you in NYC during the trail of Cletus Kasady; and, most importantly, he was the one to give you a home again;

• fiddling with the wedding ring that's never fit your finger, you finally explained yourself to him: "there's more bodies," you started; "more grieving families; when he asked to speak to me, detective Mulligan hoped it would lead to confessions, locations, cases being closed; Barry, I should've told you;"

• "I'll tell you what you shouldn't have done," he kept his voice down, but you both knew he had every right to raise it; "you shouldn't have accepted to be pen pals with my father's, your father-in-law's murderer; hell, with a dozen other people's murderer; with your fucking r-"

• "he never touched me," you raised your voice, not caring that the officers could hear your domestic dispute; "he never touched me without my permission. ever;" "what a fucking dreamboat;" he hissed; "your bad romance might've gotten you a New York Times Bestseller, but me and your therapist both agree; you need to let it go; it's killing you; he's killing you;"

• you conceded, because he was right; he's always been right; however, as you quietly watched your husband hush the fitful baby with flaming curls in his arms, you silently concluded that you couldn't let go; Cletus Kasady was a part of you, now and forever;

• as soon as you boarded the flight to San Francisco, you covered the shock of red hair with a calming blue hat; you've already been spotted by what you assumed were readers of your autobiography or true crime enthusiasts, and you didn't want your son to end up on social media;

• "once we're all settled in, Daddy's taking you to meet Mickey," Barry began baby-talking and you finally stopped fidgeting with your wedding band; it's during times like these, during the pantomime of domestic bliss, that you feel like it fits; "that's right, Clive; we're going to Disneyland;" the boy's eyes were bright as he was bounced on your husband's leg and, for once, married life felt right; it fit;

• the feeling of being unfit sunk back into your stomach as soon as Barry started snoring; you wrote about him being your savior and your readers slurped it up; the murder of his father and the subsequent death of his mother had the two of you finding family in each other; the business he inherited helped the two of you build a new life; and the birth of your son prompted the two of you to make a home for all three

• Barry would talk about his great grandmother, or great aunt, or some other distand female relative having been a redhead, but he knew better; both of you did; actually, all three of you did; after all, in Cletus Kasady's first e-mail, he asked about Clive; or, as he called him, Cain

• Sweet thing,

It's been ten months since I tasted you. They served me strawberry pudding today, the first sweet treat I had since you fed me your blood. It didn't even come close. Nothing ever did, or ever will.

It's been ten months, so little Cain must be feeding on you as I type this. I know your tit is just as sweet and I know he's getting spoiled. Good. Spoil him. Let him have all the mother's milk he can stomach. He is his father's son, so I just know he has a sweet tooth.

Spoil him rotten and give him a kiss from Daddy, won't you?

Yours,

Cletus.

• re-reading his words wasn't what your therapist or your husband would've recommended, but your therapist was back in NYC and Barry was asleep beside you, so you read over his words again and again; their hunger fed your soul and devoured the memories of the monster you had come to know two years ago

• 2 years ago, Cletus Kasady was your employee; more than that, he was your lover; on the evening of what would've been your first date, a couple of police officers walked into your butcher shop and threatened him with an outstanding arrest warrant;

• "this must be a mistake," you said to the policemen; "this must be a mistake," you protested as they ordered you to lock the entrance and escort them to the back; "this is a mistake," you shouted as they approached your employee with handcuffs;

• "this can't be happening," you gasped when Cletus shoved the two of them in the cold room and locked the door; "this can't be happening," you protested when he grabbed your hand and pulled you through the emergency EXIT; "this isn't happening," you screamed as he shoved you in the back of the refrigerator van

• oh, but it was happening; you were being kidnapped by your employee, your lover; and, while you didn't know it at the time, mind frozen in fear and body frozen in place, you were being kidnapped by the bloodiest serial killer New York has known in decades;

• it was night when the van stopped and you were scooped out of the corner you'd been stuck in, cold and blind; "turned it off, but it's still chilly back here, huh?" he said as casually as ever, carrying you past hanging cow carcasses and the delivery driver's corpse; "don't worry, boss lady," he rubbed ar your back; "I got us a new ride. it has heated seats and everything;"

• the new car did indeed have heated seats, but the driver's was stained with fresh, warm blood; its current driver didn't mind, however, and the two of you were off as soon as he put on your seatbelt for you;

• "Cletus," you spoke softly through a tight throat; you'd been screaming his name in the back of a moving freezer, so you've never had it feel this sore before; "why are we doing this?"

• what he told you next sounded like a dream; or, rather, a nightmare; Mr. Hatchet hadn't been missing, and he's been in your cold room the entire time; what was left of him, at least; the morning he disappeared, he'd come to see you, but was greeted by Cletus instead; apparently, he was a pig in everything but appearance;

• "fuckin' hog thought we were in a lockerroom; he kept on askin' questions 'bout you, about you bein' late to work, 'bout how cock hungry you outta be," he spit all this out like fire, fogging up the car windows; and you shivered, but not from the cold still stuck in the marrow of your bones; "so I gutted 'im; then, I ripped out his heart; know that pig heart I cooked for you? it was that pig's;"

• his words were as red as the poem he wrote in Mr. Hatchet's blood; red like his ire; red like his lust; red like his love; and, worst of all, as red as the flame that burned in your womb when his hand, just as red, squeezed your thigh; and you shivered;

• the same red had colored the rest of this dream; or nightmare; red was the rising sun when you awoke, still strapped with the seatbelt and riding shotgun; red was the cabin door he kicked open and carried you in his arms through; red was the coffee cup he brought to you while you soaked in the tub; red was the bathing water after he scrubbed the both of you clean, and red was his hair between you thighs as he ate you alive;

• "sweet," he spoke against your lips as he laid on them a vertical kiss; "can't get enough of this sweet pussy," he shoved his tongue between your folds and they opened up for him like flower petals; "can't get enough of you, sweet thing;"

• when he pulled you further down the old wooden bed, he also pulled you down further into this dream; or nightmare; and when he wedged himself between your trembling thighs, you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him down with you; "Cletus," you called out to him, grasping at his shoulders as if he'd slip between your fingers; but he was right there, burrowed inside you and closer than ever; "Cletus, don't wake me," you begged, burying your face in the crook of his neck;

• "this is real life, baby, and it ain't nothin' but red blood and white pain," he chuckled, his cock crammed deep in your cunt and teeth tracing your throat; "and this is the real me," he growled, grasping your hips so tight they hurt and sinking his teeth in so deep he draws blood; "this is the real Cletus Kasady," he snarls, teeth stained red, eyes blown black, and hips jerking as he comes; his tongue lapped up the blood trickling out as his cum stained you from the inside out

• "but I'm all yours," he rises to sit back on his haunches and look upon his work: the red collar around your throat and the white filling in your cunt; "and, now," he spread his palm across your entire stomach, "you're all mine;"

• these vows were your lifeline and you'd float on the raft he build from his words for the following week; when you felt like drowning, tears choking you as you struggled to face yourself in the mirror, he whisper those words and pull you back to the surface;

• when you questioned his motives, interrogating your own feelings, as much as his, he'd swear that he's been doing your bidding the entire time; "why did the delivery driver have to die Cletus? and the car owner? what about him?"; "you hired me to slaughter, didn't you?"

• the wood log cabin was your raft, and Cletus saw to it being as homey as possible; he wouldn't let you raise a finger, cleaning and cleaning for the two of you; he'd keep you safe, reinforcing the doors and locking them;

• he'd always lock them; when he'd taken you to the lake on a particularly hot day, he locked the door; you've never been skinny dipping before, never laid on a lake bank in the sun to dry, never got to mate naked in the woods like an animal; as you fled him, it wasn't to get away; where would you go anyway? the cabin with the red door was now your home and the man with red hair and blood under his fingernails was now your world; you fled him only to be chased down; he hunted you like a doe and fucked you like a rabbit; you couldn't get the stink of him off of you, but you didn't want to; how else was the red fox supposed to track you?

• he'd always lock the doors; even as he went out for supplies, he'd locked them; he'd lock your bedroom door, too; "it's for your own safetly, baby," he'd kiss your forehead farewell; you wanted to believe it so badly

• you wouldn't be awakened for another week, as he kept your head stuffed with dreams and your cunt stuffed with his cum; when you did wake up, it was by the NYPD; it was a rude awakening, too; in the middle of the night, in the middle of another mating session;

• the reinforcements didn't hold, and your red front door was kicked down; Cletus couldn't hold his own, not while his only weapon was his red-stained teeth; and he couldn't hold onto you either; "I love you," he sunk into the wetness of your blood; "I love you," he sunk into the warmth of your womb; "I love you," he shouted as he was being apprehended;

• by the time you arrived back in NYC, you noticed how deep the handcuffs he used to tie your hand to the bedpost had cut into your wrist; you also noticed how much it hurt; all the bruises you've begged him for did; and, what hurt the most, what cut the deepest, was reality; it hadn't been a dream or a nightmare; it had all been real and it had all been red;

• 2 years later, you are being shaken awake by your husband, Barry Hatchet, just as you land in San Francisco; he and your son, Clive Hatchet, look concerned; "you've been talking in your sleep again, babe," he dabbled the sweat off of your forehead; "have you been taking your pills?"

• since he was the one who threw the contents of your medicine cabinet into your purse, you assumed that he already knew; still, you answered him: "might've missed a day;" as expected, he didn't believe you;"

• for the next week, you had the excuse of having missed a day; for the next week, reality blurred with fantasy and the present, with the past; your mind was as fogged as the city skyline, so Barry had to take the remote from you; "babe, we agreed not to watch the news;"

• "can I get have some coffee?" you looked over to the closet door which was slightly ajar; from where you were laid back on the bed, you spotted a red dress; you had bought it back in New York, on a whim; or during another pills-free day;

• "it's almost dinner time," he reminded you; the baby also brought attention to this, cupping the breast his head lay against and cooing up at you; "chocolate milk then?" you made a compromise and so did Barry; "don't think we have cocoa, but I can go out and get some;" "I'll go get some, as soon as I'm done nursing;" sinking further into the pillows, you pull out the breast he ordered; "Cain says dinner time is now;"

• you hadn't realized what you just said, but your husband and the self-proclaimed father of your child sure did; "Cain?" he knitted his brows together; "his name is Clive, babe," you quickly corrected him; "I know that, but do you know that?"

• you laughed, and, even as his forehead smoothened, you knew you weren't fooling him; but you hoped that what you had in mind would; "I know you haven't seen me in my new dress yet," your voice was playful, but you weren't baby-talking; Barry allowed himself to be fooled, if only to have his wife seduce him again;

• it's been a while since you used the bed for anything but sleeping; "I'm gonna go out, get us some steaming hot cocoa, and I'm gonna be wearing that steaming hot number;" "alright, alright," he laid next to you; "cool off there, miss; little ears are listening;" then, he laid a kiss on your lips; after, the both of you laid a kiss on Clive's little red head;

• that night, while you were out, you took in the city lights for the first time; you even splashed into a puddle just because it shimmered red; you imagined this is what the world looked like through infant son's eyes; it was all colors; flushing your pills away for a week straight felt like the right decision;

• when you made it to the coffee shop the taxicab drove past on the morning of your arrival, you were free to undo the buttons of your coat and show off your red dress; as expected, it did turn a few heads; but there's only one man's head you cared about turning and he was in your new home, tucking your baby into bed; or was he back in your old home, in NYC, painting the town red?

• "you okay, ma'am?" asked the barista; "I'm good," you nodded, not fully comprehending why she was now sitting next to you at a table; you didn't even begin to comprehend why both the drinks you orders to go were now cold; "we're closing in half an hour," she smiled, and you knew how difficult that was for customer service workers; "can I get you another drink, or...?"; "no, I'm good," you lied, launching yourself off the chair and startling the girl; then, as you checked your phone for the time, you saw that it was dead; "I'm good, I just...just lost track of time, I guess;"

• "do you live far from here?" she asked as you buttoned up your coat; "I could call you an Uber;" you turned her down by thanking her, left the shop without even checking the hour of the night; as a woman, she knew how dangerous it was for the likes of you out there; not only were you alone, you were also wearing the color that drove all men mad; or, at least one man; and it just so happened to be your man;

• "damn it," you spit out, startling the group of young boys loitering on the steps of a skate shop; "damn it, woman," you berated yourself as the boys laughed at the crazy bitch running down the street; "you were supposed to be remembering, not forgetting," you whispered to yourself, all of a sudden aware of just how man you must've seemed;

• 2 weeks earlier, after your arrival in San Francisco, your therapist had warmed detective Mulligan about your recent refusal to take the pills; "your doctor says you'd just be putting yourself in danger, but, with supervision, I think we have a chance," he spoke through the speaker; "I won't lie to you, Mrs. Hatchet; we're desperate; he's been leaving blood trails and blood graffiti and we still have no idea where he is; if you can remember something, anything call me;"

• 2 week later, as you skipped the puddle you were all too happy to jump in before, you swore you would stay on your medication; no worth memories are trading in for reality; and the reality was that you were Cletus Kasady's victim, not his other;

• Sweet thing,

My new roomie can't shut up about his 'other'. He's trying to convince me that this 'other' is an ET who bonds with him, mind, body, and soul. He's trying to say that while they are together, they are Venom. You remember that weirdo the friendly, neighborhood Spider-dude was trading punches with, right? That was Eddie Brock and he's my roomie now.

When he isn't talking about his other, he's asking me about mine. He's read your book and wants my side of the story.

And I don't want you to worry, baby girl. I won't tell Brock, or any of your fans, how you lied about us. I won't tell him about my Other, or about the two of us together being the 'Carnage' in the title.

P.S. Give Cain a kiss from Daddy, won't you?

Yours,

Cletus

• as soon as you reached it, your saw that your door was slightly ajar; you were ready to dismiss this anomaly as you have forgotten to close it on your way out; stepping into the apartment, you called to him; "Barry, babe, my phone died;" you take off your boots, then your coat, and then you take the drinks into the kitchen; "I wasn't ignoring your calls," you popped his drink into the microwave;

• you got no answer from your husband, but you did get one from your son; "oh, baby," you softened your voice on your way to his room; the sound of you stomping all over the place must've woken him up; when you reached his room, you saw that his door was also ajar; and also painted with streaks of red;

• you weren't so willing to dismiss this disturbance as your doing; but you were a butcher's daughter, and you were used to the smell and sight of a slaughter; so, when you walked into your son's room and spotted the bleeding body of your husband, the red of it staining the blue carpet, you could stomach it; you had to stomach it, for the sake of the survivor; for the sake of your son;

• through the sound of your panicked panting, you heard him crying; and, through the tears forming in your eyes, you saw him in the arms of the monster nobody has managed to get a good photo of, and you saw that it was red;

• "no, no, no," you begged the beast who was cradling Clive in its long limbs; "please," you reached out your own limbs; " please don't hurt him," you let the tears fall freely, feeling like you were drowning, like you were dreaming; but it wasn't a dream, or a nightmare; it was real; so, you sought out empathy in its big, white, and empty eyes; "he's...he's just a baby;"

• "he's not just a baby," it spoke, softer than you would've supposed a creature made of slaughter could've; its tone was low, and it almost hissed when it spoke again; "he's my baby;"

• as its eyes sunk back into its head, it revealed a second, smaller pair, but just as empty; they were green and a familiar red; "no," you collapsed in front of it; in front of him; you were on your hands and knees in front of him; Cletus Kasady, your former employee, ex-lover, and the bloodiest serial killer New York has known in decades; and the father of your child;

• "hi, honey," he cradled his baby boy in his arms, trying and failing to calm him; "I'm finally home;"

[starrsaphire]

super not heroes gang on scary dog privilege

warnings: my shitty grammar (smn pls be my beta reader) word count: 0.3k

homelander: the best scary dog. The blue suit and white teeth smile kinda mess with the vibes, but lest be honest: no one would want to upset this man. You can be sure that nobody gonna mess with you at his sight.

deadpool: with or without the uniform, it doesn't matter, he's scary. You can definitely take advantage of it. He would make a joke about twisting the head hell out of the neck of anyone who look at you for too long.

cletus kasady (carnage): this man's face is just: "I fucking dare you to mess with her". I don't even have to talk about carnage, but cletus has the biggest killing eyes, it scares even you sometimes.

eddie brock (venom): again, I won't even talk about the symbiont, you bunch of monster fuckers. eddie isn't the best scary dog, the old gray sweater doesn't exactly intimate people, but he can beat out of the people who's staring at you (or run they over with his motorcycle tho)

edward nashton aka the riddler: poor ed is just a little meow meow. Not trying to be mean, but look at him! The guy literally look like this 🥺. But he would shut them up with his tape, btw.

adrian chase aka vigilante: here comes the plot twist. adrian is "would you punch a guy with glasses?" the most of the time. BUT we all saw the scene of him "talking" to the white dragon, so you can have an idea of what would happen to people who didn't treat you well.

harley quinn: that woman is most like a mean cat than a scary dog. She threatens people, but not in front of you. The most times she is just obsessively staring at the person.

[carrdfan]

Cletus Kasady/Carnage x Reader

summary : There was no way out of it. Your death will occur at any time now. The only thing you could do in your final terms is share a moment between you and your killer. Unexpectedly, you never imagined a scenario like this manage to help you rest with ease.

main tags : angst , reader death , female reader

notes / warnings : bloody descriptions , cletus may be really OOC I'm unfamiliar with his way of dialogue; my apologies

The concrete felt like snow, forever cold and unbearable. I tried to desperately hang on to the small string I had left of my life. However, hanging on meant I had to deal with this excruciating pain in my entire body.

I couldn't feel my legs, which were bruised badly. The side of my stomach suffered from a scar that made me bleed out slowly but surely. I couldn't do anything as my hands became covered in my own blood.

I was going to die here, impending death was soon.

My mind told me to stay hopeful, like all those storybooks I read as a child used to tell us as the dying protagonist somehow makes it out in the end and conquers the enemy. Still, even if I tried to drag myself up, the throbbing pain would beat me if the man behind this pain couldn't.

News and broadcast had warned us all about him, he was Carnage after all.

It's just like any other incident shared on the news, you hear about it, but unless it majorly affects you or those around you; you simply ignore it. All the times there were tornadoes, thunderstorms, or anything else that hugely damaged a state. It was never in my state so, while I sent everyone my regard, I didn't think anything big of it.

And that's exactly what I did with Carnage. I acknowledged him along with everyone else, but I never actually believed he would get me.

And that's where I was stupid. So, so stupid.

Now I must repent from my consequences, which has chosen to be this prolonged endure of pain till I breathe my final breath.

Many others appear to be meeting their fate along with me. Bodies were scattered out across the concrete floor, how we all ended up here I couldn't recall. My thoughts were all rushing ahead that I had no chance to turn back, take a look at my final decisions, and pinpoint where I truly went wrong.

All I could think about was the things I'll never be able to see. The bucket list that was there, but I never took notice of because I refused to believe my time to empty it out would be so short.

All I could think of was how my family would react to the loss of me. Did I ever get to live a life that I could easily say, 'I'm satisfied.' In the end? Did I manage to impress those around me even with the many unfulfilled plans I can never carry out and witness?

It was then I managed to snap out of my own consciousness to soon notice a familiar figure in the distance, there was an indescribable eerie disturbance in the thick air. I couldn't say how, but I knew the figure was able to tell that I was still breathing. They were able to tell that I was still fighting for the crumbs of life I had left.

They slowly approached me, all I could do was watch, even with my reflexes telling me to run; it felt like the slightest movement caused nothing but a great amount of pain throughout my whole body. The most I could do was close my eyes, and hope that this was simply an angel. Whether here to slowly lift my pain and let me see another day, or to take me away from this world and neverending suffering, I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to get out of what I could only describe as a preview of hell.

But this was no angel. Absurdly, this was the devil himself. I realized this with each nearing step, I couldn't help but shed tears at the man that will allegedly kill me.

I couldn't stop myself from breathing heavier then before as the man creeped towards me. He soon got down to a lower level to get a closer look. He shared bright red curly hair, and looked almost amused to see my decaying corpse. Amused as if I was nothing but a canvas, painted in a way to express his egotistical ways when he commits a crime such as a night like tonight.

I mentally braced myself for what was to happen, right now and after I forever close my eyes. A man such as the one in front of me would probably do whatever he pleased with my rotten corpse. I mean, if he manages to kill so wholeheartedly, who knows where his limits lie.

Suddenly, he moved his hand towards mine. I flinched in reflex but it didn't stop him from cupping his hand on my cheek to slowly smear blood off my face.

"Such a pretty doll. Shame this toy had to go to waste." I couldn't stop myself from continuous shedding tears. I would've appreciated the compliment if it was in another time. If it was from anyone else.

I was practically paralyzed while locking eyes with the man. It took me some willpower to not say anything to him that could encourage the idea of ending me right then and there. Still, doing that just shortens my time even more.

"So this is.. Really it, huh?" I couldn't hold back a cough mid-sentence as blood proceeded to run down the side of my mouth. There wasn't much left of this torment.

"Unfortunately. It saddens me that I sometimes end up breaking the wings of a beautiful dove, such like yourself." I didn't know how to truly respond to his words.

I feel like I should be flattered, flattered that I can appeal to someone even in a horrid sight like this. But then, I remember the situation I was in.

This wasn't simply sweet nothings being spilled on the floor, this was an act of confident arrogance. This man is letting me lay my eyes on his face because he knows that I won't have anyone to run and describe his face to.

"Whether your a killer or a victim, life is never fair." I found myself looking up at the sky while I slowly drown in my puddle of blood. My view was degrading, it was as if the world was turning into nothing but static.

How on Earth did it come to me having nothing but my killer as my last source of comfort? I'll never know, but I'll agree it's better than nothing, supposedly.

It was then that I was so focused on my thoughts that I didn't manage to catch the words slip out of my mouth.

"You can kill me now."

My eyes widened to the words I said, I was careless and said words I didn't fully mean. I hesitated to make any contact with the man, tensing to the silence.

"...I don't think I can inflict any more damage on this doll." Those words managed to ease my soul as I took a sigh of relief. The usual of the man taking up on my offer had slowly washed away. So in the end, I'll simply die of slow blood loss.

I soon laughed as I felt tears roll down my face, I felt the end creaking closer and closer by the passing minutes. I had kept death waiting for long enough.

To end my life off, I took the courage and strength to lightly grab ahold of the man's arm, "... What's your name? I'd like to know the name of my murder."

In response, the man gently grabbed my hand and kept a keen grip on it. It was a tight grip, yet firm enough to soothe me.

"Cletus. Cletus Kasady. Remember it well, pretty love."

My last thoughts pondered over the name. I could at least say I gave in with some closure.

"Kasady... Such a... Pretty name..." I felt my eyes slowly fall as darkness covered my vision. I couldn't stop myself from lifting up a small smile as my hand slipped from Kasady's grasp.

So this is what death feels like.

Who knew it would feel so peaceful.

[knullanon]

REDO: Symbiotes being assholes

ok so I noticed a few of you guys wanted a part 4 to that symbiote series, the one that ended off with Anti-Venom getting reader, and another for the one of playing uno with toxin. but after reading both, I realized I cannot just let them be written like that. I think I've become a better writer since then, and tbf it's almost been like. 2 years since then. so I've decided to re-write both of them! probably next week will either be another of this series or of the toxin one, but either way I wanted to give another chance at them because they bring so many happy memories but also. I can't stand to read the things I used to write lol. so here's the first part to the symbiotes being assholes series, but a re-written version!

summary: after eddie takes you from your comfortable life with your family, you can say that you absolutely hate him and his stupid symbiote. but after a realization, you begin to think that your original decision was wrong.

words: 4286

warnings: talk of murder, kidnapping, stolkhome syndrome, cussing, lmk if I missed any!

The walls were an ugly tan, it was uglier than your own room when you left it. The ceiling was one of those popcorn ceilings, the windows were somehow tinted brown, and the floorboards creaked whenever you stepped somewhere in your room.

You hated it. You wanted to say you disliked it, as negativity was everywhere in this apartment, but you hated it. You hated the smell, you hated the look, even the damn traffic outside. 

And you certainly hated the man who brought you here.

Eddie Brock, he was a reporter and journalist on certain violent crimes, however, after losing his job when he went snooping somewhere he definitely wasn’t supposed to, he has had to resort to his own jobs, and finding different opportunities himself. 

And most importantly, you hated him. He left you in the apartment for hours on end, with nothing to do, besides maybe turn on the TV, and watch the same channels over and over again. 

The only thing that kept you sane in this hole they called an “apartment��� was, surprisingly, his books. He had tons, and tons of books. Mostly collectors or true crime books. You didn’t really care for them before, but they’ve gained a new appreciation from you. 

Everyday, you would read the books, sometimes switching in between different ones, and trying to figure out the pieces yourself, even if the answer was given to you. 

Other times, you would feel a little dumb when you read them, as you couldn’t figure it out within the first few chapters. It was hard for you to not just flip to the ending of it and read those pages with those books.

Whenever he left, you would grab one or two, and hide yourself in your room. Sometimes, if the day was less cloudy than usual, you would sit in front of the living room couch and read them there. 

Going through the pages, reading every word, plot twist, and analyzing every character. With your favorites, you would re-imagine the stories with yourself in them. You would begin to think you’re crazy sometimes, thinking like this.

But you didn’t care. You had long learned that no one was in your mind, reading your thoughts. It was just you. Alone. 

Sometimes you would stare outside, through the dirty window, and wonder to yourself what would you do if you got the opportunity to go outside again. You could go downtown, there was that little cafe you and your friends would visit. There was the city park, while dirty, you remember what the grass felt like when you would run around barefoot. Oh, and the movies! Your family liked to watch any latest movie, as it was a fun outing for all of you. 

And then, it would get too overwhelming. Those nights always made you cry. 

Of course, you would never tell him. Or Venom. Besides, even if you did, they were always out. With some exceptions, they would leave around noon and come back at 8 or 9 in the evening. 

This was also the reason why they would be present for the first few hours you would be awake. Everyday with them was almost a routine. They would gently wake you up, let you get dressed, eat your breakfast that they made for you, brush your teeth and hair, and then you would be with them until they left.

Sometimes they would just talk absently to you, like they didn’t expect you to answer. Other times, they would ask you questions about what you wanted, what you liked, and just try to have basic conversations. 

Of course, you never really participated. At least, you tried not to. Your spite and anger were stronger than your fear, and you would glare at them whenever they tried to talk to you. 

They would keep trying, however. Every day was a new topic, or sometimes they would bring up a previous talk to try and engage you. However, nothing was as bad as when they decided to get physical. 

While you were relieved their anger wasn’t as present as yours (if they even had any towards you), they would force you to cuddle with them. Even if you tried to push away, you realized that fighting against a big man with a bigger alien was not a good idea. So, you would just let them sit there and hold you, never letting go. 

Eventually, they would let go, and you would try not to show how eager you were to get out of their hold. 

You remember one time, it was late at night, and they had had a bad day. Something about some weird guy making them mad, if you recalled. They had just grabbed you and hugged you on the couch. 

While you were uncomfortable at first, you started to feel yourself relax for the first time since you were taken. You felt your shoulders drop, your jaw unclenched. It almost felt like going into a warm bath on a chilly night. It was… pleasant. 

You had closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep when you heard their small chuckle. Your eyes never shot open as quickly as then, and yet, you found yourself wanting to go back to sleep. 

Unbelievable! You screamed to yourself, trying to rationalize with yourself: this isn’t right.

But unfortunately, you didn’t win that night. You had told yourself, it’s only one night, it won’t kill me, even as your morality was sitting in the back of your mind, even as it was screaming at you to get up and go, you didn’t listen.

It was too comfortable, it was too cozy, you didn’t want to leave. The thought hit you before you went to sleep. 

You didn’t want to leave.

---

The first slap in the face was the fact that you stopped checking the date every day. It was just something you remembered, before you realized why it was so important. 

How long has it been? 3 months? 4? You tried to remember the date you were taken. It was a Wednesday, right? Or was it a Thursday?

Eddie had started to let you watch the TV with him. Mainly just news channels, as he would give a basic summary of what he would have to do that day. This morning, he had made you eggs and hashbrowns. He had apologized for the little amount of food he had, as he still had to go to the store. You had a little laugh to yourself, “I don’t really care, your food usually tastes good.”

He gave you a small smile, “Well, so long as Venom doesn’t cook anything.”

“I make great food! I don’t even need this food, I can eat both of you!”

You and Eddie laughed with each other, before he gave you his mini summary of what his day was going to be.

“... so apparently, they think her mom is behind all of it, but they aren’t sure.”

“Hasn’t she been found, though?”

“Yes, but apparently the whole time they kept her in a sealed room and when they would enter, they would wear masks over their face.”

“Damn. That doesn’t sound easy to find out.”

Eddie was trying to find his sweater, and you had opted to help him find it. The bedroom, living room, even the bathroom, you couldn’t find it. 

“Well, it might be easier to figure out than finding my damn jacket.” You had given him a small chuckle, before Venom suddenly jumped in. “I can be the sweater!”

Before either of you could respond, he wrapped himself onto Eddie, giving him an almost jet black jacket, the same as his other one. Just, of course, this time it was Venom.

Eddie walked back to the kitchen, before returning, this time with his little bag he carried his stuff in.

“I’m gonna be a little late today, they all live in the upper state. Hopefully, since I’m leaving early, I’ll be earlier than expected, but we still have leftovers from yesterday's dinner, too.”

You picked up your plate, and went to grab his. “Don’t worry, I won’t starve.”

“Good. If you wanted me too, I could grab something from the way home?”

You thought about the idea of your favorite takeout, your mouth watering at the image in your mind. “That would be great, actually. Thank you.”

He unlocked the front door, before he turned to meet your eye. “Remember, late day today. I’ll be back this evening, though.”

And with that he closed the door.

You brought the plates and dishes to the sink, cleaning off any little bits left, and then set them out to dry on the little rack you had on the counter.

When putting down the last plate, you realized that that was probably the most you’ve ever talked with them. You also realized you weren’t angry at all towards him.

---

Every day you were becoming more and more compliant with your situation. You were hiding it, almost as good as your sadness from the nights you would think about the outside. Actually, you hadn’t even wondered about your family for a while. Or your friends, or your favorite places. 

And it was starting to scare you. Really scare you.

You had tried to make yourself wonder about your previous life, but then, all the negatives popped up. The work of school, your own actual work you would attend, your doubts in your friends' trust. 

It was weird for you to think about. Every time you wandered back to those memories, something negative would pop up. Even when you thought of the more positive memories. The cafe you remembered when your friends forgot about the meetup and didn’t even show up. The park has always been dirty, you just didn’t remember it. And the movies were really only for your parents, never to take into consideration on what you wanted.

You tried to go back to when you hated the place, to when you would cry yourself to sleep and wonder if you were ever able to leave.

It was harder and harder to go back to that mindset. 

Today was another day you just decided to go with it. You were too tired to fight against your exhaustion of wondering what you should feel, so you would just act normally in front of them. 

Today was another early-late day for him.

“This time, I don’t think I’ll be able to get anything from a restaurant, sorry.”

“That’s fine with me, I think I can make dinner myself tonight. How about stir fry?”

He walked past you, putting on his shoes at the door. “That sounds great. You can make it early, I can just reheat it.”

You smiled, gathering up the dishes you had left on the table. 

“Oh, hey, by the way.”

You stopped and looked at him. “You haven’t had anyone come to knock on the doors lately, right?”

You shook your head, “No, the last time someone knocked on the door was around 3 weeks ago? Can’t remember.”

He hummed, “Well, if someone does, and you can’t see anyone through the viewport, don’t answer the door.”

Laughing, you put the glasses in the sink. “What, is some serial killer going to knock on the door waiting for me to answer?”

There wasn’t anything from the doorway. You turned around, confused, only to almost jump. His face was worried. Like he had just seen a ghost. 

“Don’t answer the door. In fact, don’t even make a noise if someone does.”

Your heart started to quicken, not only from what he was saying, but also because of the sudden switch in mood. 

“Oh… ok.” You awkwardly shuffled around, trying to get the rest of the plates without meeting his gaze.

“Alright.” he sighed, turning back to the door. “I’ll be back this evening. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” the door closed and you could hear the lock turning, before you heard his footsteps towards the stairs. 

Walking back to the living room, you decided to yourself the dishes could wait. You wanted a nap. You absentmindedly thought of what he said. Why was he so worried about the knocking? Was there a news story that scared him? He had told you sometimes, with stories that were too graphic, he would wonder about if someone like that was going to go after him or you.

Well, he seemed alright when you both said bye-

You said you loved him.

---

That afternoon, instead of doing anything you were planning on doing, you had a mini mental talk with yourself.

You had to decide what you wanted. No, you had to decide if you wanted this or your old life back. This was getting out of hand. 

First, you let yourself relax around them, then you started being friendly with them, and now you're acting just as they want you to: to be a good kid who does what they're told and doesn’t make a fuss. 

You even said you loved him! Like a real family…

Did you want that? No. No, not at all. You wanted your old family, your old friends. But, this was so much more comfortable. I mean, no job, no worries, you used to think about all the worries you would have when you graduated your college, now the most you worry about is what you will have for food that night!

Is it that bad? The thoughts in your head clashed together, and you soon realized that it had been a few hours since they left. 6:04. Had you really been thinking about it this long?

You wanted to tell yourself you’d get over it, that it was going to just pass, but the more thoughts rushed into your head. This is not something that can just pass as easily as a test, this has to be a conscious decision.

But you couldn’t do it. You realized you had far too many indecisive thoughts and feelings at that moment. Everything you had been thinking about was solely based on your situation. You turned on the TV to try and get some static, barely listening to the reporter, who was spouting off some weather reports for the next day.

“-and breaking from Michelle here, we have more info on the Midtown Murders.”

What?

Turning up the volume, you listened. “Well, police haven’t said who their suspect is, but they believe that whoever is responsible is still loose. Reports say that the killer walks around the evenings from 6 in the evening all the way to 5 in the morning. I mean, really, can all we do is wait for them to kill us all?”

“Well, while the city council has asked the city for a curfew time from the evenings to the mornings, they have been very lenient on what they want. However, what we can tell is that-”

Knock knock.

Startling yourself, you jumped for the remote, putting the TV on mute. You listened again, and before you could convince yourself it wasn’t anyone, you heard it again. 

It was almost like a loud boom. But it was just someone at the door. 

Quietly, you sneaked up to the door. It felt so weird. It shouldn’t be this scary. It was just someone at the door! You looked through the peephole, hoping to see someone there.

To your relief, there was someone you recognized. The apartment owner, Roger, if you remember correctly. 

“Eddie? Are you there?”

Straightening up, you said, “No, he’s not here at the moment.”

“Who- oh. Uh, when will he be home?” He said. 

“Around 10 probably.”

“10?! I- Alright, I’ll just come back tomorrow. Would you let him know that?”

“Yeah, I will.” You relaxed your shoulders, and let out a sigh you didn’t even know you were holding. 

“Well thank you anyway.” You heard his footsteps go away from the door, when you suddenly remembered your whole decision talk. 

This could be your chance! You haven’t talked to anyone besides Eddie and Venom since… Well, it felt like forever!

“Wait!” While you instantly regretted it, the rational part of your mind pushed away your embarrassment. 

He seemingly stopped in the middle of the hallway. “What?”

You stood silently for a moment. Should you? You knew he had the keys to the apartment. He could get you out. You could be free. 

“Did you, uh, need something?” You didn’t realize he had walked a little closer back thinking you were going to say something.

“Uh.” Should I? Turning outside the window, you saw the almost beautiful city, glowing and gleaming, even if it was a tinted window. 

“Could you open the door for me?I lost the extra set of keys we had, and he changed the lock so it could only be opened with a key.”

You heard sputtering, before, “He did WHAT? He didn’t even tell me!”

While you thought he would drag into you, you heard the door lock open. “Well, I’ll see if I have a spare, but you have to be more careful with these things, you know. They’re not cheap.”

Getting out of your trance with the lights, you quickly replied, “Thank you, I’m sure I’ll find it before you get a spare, though.”

He grumbled something, “Well, don’t count on me for one if you can’t find it.”

And with that, he walked off. 

---

It was another hour before you finally faced the door again. Originally, your mind didn’t even want to face it, too scared of the planning and thoughts that rushed to your head. But you soon realized that it was too stupid to hide in your room, so you walked back outside. 

You didn’t even sit at the couch, you just plopped yourself in front of the door. You were trying to reason with yourself, with one side telling you to make a run for it, while the other saying to wait, that you needed to think about this.

What is there to think about? You’ve been thinking this whole day! In fact, you haven’t even had anything to eat or drink, you haven’t done any chores, you’ve just been sitting on the damn couch and pondering on what your decision was going to be!

And that got your mind going. What’s gonna happen when Eddie comes back home to you having not done anything all day, you haven’t made any dinner, you haven’t even eaten or taken care of yourself yet, and to top it all off, the door was open. 

You wouldn’t be able to make an excuse. There would be no excuses. He would find out. He would get mad. What would he do? Would he finally let go of all the anger? Every single time you cussed at him, that you yelled at him, hell even when you were in your no talking phase: is he going to remember all of that and actually attack you?

You didn’t even realize you had grabbed some random bag you found and filled it with clothes and snacks. You didn’t have much to bring, really: 

Standing at the door, with the bag in your hand, you were about to start crying. 

Do it! Your mind screamed. Get out of here before he comes back!

But he’ll find you! The other part yelled. He’s gonna be so mad, and everything that you’ve worked for will be gone!

You looked back to the window, the whole thing that you could theoretically say started this whole mess. It didn’t look so pretty now. In fact, it looked ugly. There were no stars, there were no pretty colors in the sky: just black, with the city lights peaking out. 

But you didn’t want it to look pretty: it looked like freedom. It looked like the outside. You could almost feel the ground beneath you, the smell, even if it wasn’t that great. 

You could see your family again. 

Turning back to the door, your mind screamed in all directions. Don’t leave! Why do you want to be in some prison for the rest of your time? You’ll be safe here! You’re only gonna rot in here! Who’s gonna love you outside, anyway?

Do you really want to spend the rest of your life tucked away?

You turned the knob of the door, and quickly rushed outside, thinking someone was going to grab you and drag you back inside. You stayed still for a moment. There was nothing. No one was there. Just you, and your pacing heart. You wanted to cry. 

Looking at the time, it was only 7:30. You had at least 2 hours before he even got home. 

I mean, if you really regret it, you can just return right back on time, right?

You didn’t need any more motivation. You closed the door and ran down the hall.

---

You don’t know how long you’ve been running for. After you got out of the apartment, you ran all the way down the street, ignoring anything and everything in your way. But after what felt like eternity, and after your lungs started to burn until you couldn’t take it, you sat down at some random city bench. 

You were out. You were free. You didn’t know what to do, either. You had just been running for, what, the past 10 minutes?

You sat there for a good while before your mind finally caught up to you.

What could you do? Did you want to go back? You could theoretically ask someone for help, get back to your family…

Right? Because that’s the reason you left. You want to get away from Eddie, from Venom, it doesn't matter how much your heart hurts, or how your feelings hurt, you have to get away. 

Resting your head in your hands, you silently screamed to yourself. You didn’t know whether you should jump for joy or if you should collapse sobbing to yourself. 

God, you thought, everything is against me…

“Are you lost?”

Shooting up, you turned to the owner of the voice, which revealed some middle aged looking guy. He had red hair, and was pretty skinny. 

“Uh, no.” You sat back down, embarrassed you were so startled by a guy you should have already seen. “No, I’m just… resting.”

“Hmm.” he walked closer, and while your instincts told you to walk away, you were too tired. You wanted to cry and scream at the same time, and you really wanted to go to sleep.

“Sorry, you just seemed like you didn’t know what you were doing.”

You would’ve laughed at the irony if you weren’t simultaneously scared and sad. “Yeah, yeah, I’m… just tired.”

He sat down on the bench with you, albeit on the other side. You both sat in a semi comfortable silence, with him just staring off into the distance, like he didn’t even realize you were there, while you were going through the five stages of grief all at once.

“Are you from here?” 

Getting your shit together, you said “Uh, yeah, I am.”

“That’s nice. What’s your name?”

“______.” 

He hummed, and it went back to silence for a minute. Then, he asked, “Do you know someone by the name Eddie Brock?”

You stiffened. What? “Excuse me?”

“Eddie Brock.” He repeated, turning to you. “You know, famed journalist and reporter, was into discovering true crime cases, decided to go behind his wife’s back and look up secret info that spiraled his career downward, but now he just does job to job?”

You quickly sobered yourself, and while thinking of what to say, he stood up abruptly. 

“I know you do, don’t worry. I was just wondering how you knew him.”

You quickly realized how fucked you actually were. This guy was skinny, which probably meant he could run faster than you. There wasn’t anyone around, which was great for your whole mental breakdown, it wasn’t good for being alone with some random guy.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Before you could even think, his face almost morphed into one similar to Venom. But this time, it was blood red, and he wore a smile on his face that stretched ear to ear. 

“Oh, but I know you do!”

You didn’t even need to think about the different options you had then, you just ran. 

Of course, it didn’t do you much good, as you were picked up within a matter of seconds, and tossed into the air like some toy.

“I know you know what I know!” He sang in a sing-song voice, grabbing you by the waist. You realized he was perched on top of a street light. You realized he had doubled in size and went from some skinny man to a huge symbiote, almost bigger than Venom.

“I can smell him all over you, y’know! There’s no need to lie!” 

Looking down, you couldn’t even say anything as it felt like you were going to be dropped at any second, only focusing on your balance in his hand. Trying to pry his hand open wasn’t working at all as he laughed.

“Well, unfortunately for you, you’re gonna have to deal with me now!”

You felt yourself getting thrown over his shoulder and your head beginning to get a headache. Your whole body lurched from one side to the other, and you realized you were in the air. 

“We’re gonna love you!”

As you felt the wind rushing in your face, the smells of the city around you, and your heartbeat pounding in your ears, you comically thought that all of this could have been avoided if you just listened to your feelings.

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[vixxi]

VIXXI’s Masterlist

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MARVEL

Thor

Immortality (Yandere!Thor x Reader)

Promise (Thor x Stark!Reader)

A Date (Thor x Reader)

Queen of Asgard (Thor x Reader)

Daddy (Thor x Reader)

My Queen (Thor x Princess!Reader)

Easter (Thor x Reader)

Strong (Thor x Reader)

Misgarriage (Thor x Reader)

Baptism of children (Thor x Princess!Reader)

Alive (Thor x Sick!Goddess!Reader)

Working out (Thor x Reader)

Little Prey (Cult Leader!Thor x Reader)

Sleep (Cult Leader!Thor x Reader)

Special Guest (Thor x Wife!Reader)

Masterlists

Thor x Autistic!Reader

Thor x Pregnant!Reader

A/B/O

HC’s

Cooking with Thor would include

Stories

Series

Dangerous

Chris Hemsworth

Strong Warrior (Chris Hemsworth x Autistic!Reader)

(REQUEST)

Venom/Eddie Brock

Venom Saved You - Carnage x Crippled!Reader x Venom

(REQUEST)

Carnage/Cletus Kasady

My Prey - Carnage x Crippled!Reader

Venom Saved You - Carnage x Crippled!Reader x Venom

Only Ours - Cletus Kasady/Carnage x Reader

(REQUEST)