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ode-to-melpomene · 8 months ago

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hi hi mel!!! i love all your works and your writing is so wonderful ^^

was wondering if you could write something where one of the bat boys reaches the reader right before they’re about to get kidnapped by some criminals?? like maybe they’re publicly in a relationship w the batboy’s wayne identity n get targeted for that reason but one of the boys gets there js in the nick of time :)

thank u sm and have a great rest of ur day ^^

Love this prompt! Some of these are pre-kidnapping, some are mid-kidnapping. If anyone wants additional characters added, let me know! Hope you enjoy 💛

Daring Rescues

Pairings: Bruce Wayne x gn!reader, Dick Grayson x gn!reader, Jason Todd x gn!reader, Tim Drake x gn!reader Synopsis: Who comes to your aid when you find yourself in need of saving? Word Count: 2466 Warnings: Established relationship! Kidnapping, minor injuries, general mortal peril.

Bruce Wayne:

Bruce knew better than to associate you with Batman. He had learned that lesson a hundred times over by now, how dangerous it was to associate the people he cared for with the cowl. But now wasn't the time to dwell on the blunder.

“Oracle, update,” he barked over the communication device. Bruce perched atop a balcony, staring down at the street below.

“Black SUV turning onto Carlton,” Barbera replied, the sound of her fingers furiously working over the keys of the Batcomputer meeting his ears. “The car is registered to a loan shark put away a few years ago. Suspected ties to Falcone.”

Bruce uttered a grunted mm in response, eyes narrowed beneath the cowl. His eyes scanned the road below. He caught the sounds of sirens wailing in the distance. “GCPD?”

“I’ve got them cutting off side roads. Headed your way now.”

He squared his shoulders and prepared himself to launch from the balcony, one hand braced on the ledge beneath him and the other on his belt. He cocked his head to the East and narrowed his eyes- yes, there. He watched the SUV turn the corner, skidding as it spun around the sharp turn and narrowly avoided oncoming traffic.

“Sixty-three miles an hour?” he guessed.

“Sixty-six. Sounds like you might be losing your touch.”

“Oracle,” Bruce warned. He scowled. That extra speed would change his entry angle.

“Sorry. Dropping in three-”

Bruce’s hand shot to his belt.

“Two-”

The end of the grappling hook shot out from the device in his hand and buried itself within the construction scaffolding across from him. He gave a single tug, then launched himself from the balcony-

“One-”

- And crashed feet first into the rear passenger window of the interior of the modified SUV, seats removed to provide more space in the back. Panicked shouts rang out as glass shards shattered across the interior. Bruce pulled his cape over the lower half of his face, preventing glass from cutting his skin as he hit the floor.

The vehicle swerved and he used the momentum to bring his elbow into collision with a man’s partially covered face, his jaw making a distressing crack at the impact. His other hand lashed out, grabbing the driver by his hair and slamming his face against the steering wheel. The driver’s nose crunched and blood sprayed against the vehicle’s dash.

Hands grasped at his suit and he drove his knee into the third assailant’s ribs, sending him stumbling backwards. Your muffled shriek filled the interior of the SUV as the vehicle swerved and momentarily rocked into the curb.

The driver’s hands gripped at Bruce’s wrist behind his head, his foot flooring the accelerator. Bruce let out a tsk as he lunged forward and looped his arm around the driver’s neck. The man’s shrill scream was quickly silenced as Bruce squeezed the man’s neck in the juncture of his elbow and bicep.

He pulled the man backwards and used his opposite hand to stabilize the chokehold. His freehand reached for the steering wheel, guiding the vehicle down the road. He just needed a moment-

The driver finally went limp in Bruce’s arms. He tugged, pulling the man from his seat and wedged a batarang against the brake, quickly bleeding off speed.

Muffled screams filled the room, followed by a grunt of pain. Familiar hands raked over Bruce’s belt. He gripped the wheel with one hand and turned his head just in time to see a zap of electricity come to life.

You dove towards the third kidnapper, barreling into him and driving the taser into the side of his neck. The man screamed, spasmed, and went limp.

You panted around the gag in your mouth, your hands chained together in front of you. You held the taser tightly in your hands, glaring down with a fiery expression.

When you turned your gaze on him, that fiery passion was replaced with a soft, mirthful glint in your eye. You gave him your best smile, despite the gag, and a cheesy thumbs up.

Bruce scowled, despite the way his heart skipped a beat.

Dick Grayson:

Why did you always have to rush into things?

Of course it was a set up. That was so obvious now that you had a split lip and blood trickling from your nose. It was a last ditch effort on the part of some petty criminals who wanted a piece of the Wayne wealth in exchange for Dick’s hapless partner.

The masked goons cornered you in your own apartment, toying with you like cats stalking a mouse. One swung a pipe wrench and you skittered backwards, nearly bumping into the end table next to your couch. You really needed to move that when this was all over, and make sure the space was less cluttered so you wouldn’t get tripped up like this again-

A blade came slashing down, glinting in the waning sunlight that filled your apartment as it narrowly missed your face. Your curse was met by vicious laughter. With a snarl, you gripped the end table and hucked it at the figure holding the blade.

Two of the goons jumped away from the end table as it flung towards them. You took the chance to dash to the kitchen, knocking over and tossing random items in your wake. As much as you appreciated the self defense training Dick had put you through, you didn’t trust yourself against their weapons. You took solace in knowing they weren’t here to kill you… but that didn’t mean they weren’t more than willing to rough you up.

You just needed to waste some time. So you threw a plate, a beautiful, arbor rimmed plate that had been a gift to you and Dick from Selina and Bruce (you suspected Selina stole them.) The assailants dodged the ceramic, so you snatched the detachable faucet and sprayed the nearest goon in the face with cold water. Too bad they were smart enough to wear masks.

And then you saw the balcony door slide open. It all happened so fast, a flash of black, blue, and silver darting into the space. Metal clashed with skin, a sickening thunk sounding as an escrima collided with an attacker’s skull. An angered shout tore through the air, only to be quickly silenced by a thud as the outspoken figure hit the floor.

It was over in a matter of moments. Three unconscious bodies on the floor, tucked out of sight behind your kitchen island, and a shadowed figure huffing agitated breaths through gritted teeth. Spots of blood on the escrima, on his face.

You blinked once, twice, clearing the fog from your vision. Nightwing- Dick loomed across from you. He tucked the escrimas behind his back and turned to face you, the scrunch in his brow covered by his mask.

“Are you alright?” you asked, voice barely above a tremble.

His expression softened immediately. He heaved a sigh and dashed around the kitchen island, sweeping you into his tight grasp. You wrapped your arms around him just as eagerly, pressing your face to the stretchy fabric of his suit.

“Should be asking you that, love.” Dick pulled away slightly, holding you at arms length. Though you couldn’t see his eyes through his mask, you knew he was carefully taking stock of your injuries.

“Just a few scrapes,” you said with a reassuring smile in spite of the way your swollen lip burned. “You should see the other guys.”

Dick barked out a laugh and pulled you flush against him once again, burying you in a tight embrace.

Jason Todd:

You should have called a cab.

Rain poured down on you, drenching you to the skin. Rain hadn’t been on the forecast today–you always made sure to check on days you chose to walk to-and-from work. When you had stepped out of the office building to find a slight drizzle dappling the sidewalk, you had thought nothing of it. Like many other Gothamites, you had assumed it was a passing spring weather.

Now the storm drains gurgled pitifully as water gushed into it. Your clothes were sodden, shoes waterlogged, mood dampened. You squelched down the sidewalk with a sour expression plastered across your features. The torrential downpour quieted your sentences, muffling your ears to the acute sound of footsteps following you from a distance.

You turned onto the next block and huffed, the wind now buffeting you face on. What a dreary, horrible day to be let off late from work. Jason would likely be on patrol by now, leaving you to sit alone in your shared apartment, reheating whatever he had left over from lunch. Maybe you could curl up in your bed and dive into that novel you had both been reading. That could make for a good conversation to wind him down from the emotional high of his patrol-

Foreign hands snatched you from your thoughts and dragged you into a dark alley, your scream muffled by a gloved palm.

You were slammed face first into a brick wall, the rough texture scraping your cheek. You bit back a snarl as the hands turned you around and smacked the back of your head against the hard stone. The chill edge of a blade was pressed to your throat and when your eyes readjusted to the sudden darkness and stinging pain in your head you were met with a masked figure. Great, because what you really needed after a long day was a mugging.

You fought viciously as the figures around you herded you down the back alley like a spitting, snarling animal. You stomped your heel on their feet, bit at their hands, kicked and flailed until you heard muffled requests for rope and chloroform. It wasn’t until you saw the van tucked away beside an industrial grade dumpster that you began caterwauling like an anguished banshee.

You were relieved by the sound of a familiar thump at the edge of the alleyway–you would recognize the sound of those heavy boots dropping anywhere, with how often you heard them on your fire escape. Your attackers slammed you against the van and you barked out a gleeful laugh at the sight. The attackers had a moment to turn their heads before Red Hood was descending on them with ferocity. You turned away, pressing your forehead to the van.

Screams, bones cracking, bodies hitting the ground. It was over quickly. When you turned to face him, his armored chest was heaving and he clenched and unclenched his fists at his side. You knew better than to touch him when he was this high strung, so you settled for the safer option.

“Took you look enough,” you teased breathlessly, keeping your gaze one the way the red surface of his helmet snapped to face you instead of on the (you hoped) unconscious kidnappers. “I was starting to wonder if I was going to have to take care of this myself.”

The toe of Jason’s boot nudged an unconscious figure, a red and rapidly welting bite mark blossoming on the individual’s hand and wrist. “I don’t doubt you could’ve, but a little help never hurt.”

You cracked a smile, softening the hard lines of your expression in the hopes it would ease him. His shoulders relaxed at your placating gesture. You extended a hand, fingers spread in a silent offer.

“Walk me home?” you asked, more for his benefit than yours. Your heart still pounded in your chest, but the tightness eased when he interlaced his gloved fingers with yours.

Tim Drake:

Warehouses were such a cliché place to harbor an abductee. What happened to creativity? Tim crawled through an upper window of the dilapidated warehouse, some thirty feet above the ground. He stepped carefully across the rafters as he surveyed the scene.

There you were, a normal college student tied to a chair–well, normal if you ignore the fact that you were rumored to be in a relationship with the Timothy Drake-Wayne. He frowned at the sight of your arms twisted behind you and tied to the back of the chair. They had you situated in the center of the empty room with goons patrolling around you. His eyes sought a singular figure atop a pile of scrap, a rifle in hand. The figure searched the rafters–Tim would have to be careful to avoid him.

Tim stalked across the rafters, keeping to the shadows. He crept across one of the beams that bridged the center of the warehouse, ducking low and staying out of the light. His eyes were fixed on you-

Oh. You perked up, your head lifting and shoulders easing. You knew he was there somewhere, judging by the way your head turned slightly to scan the open room. You tilted your head, a flimsy gesture towards a second figure, patrolling near you with one hand tucked away in her coat. A hidden weapon? He bit back a smile at your clever aid.

Tim took another step, and something clanged. He looked below him, spotting a hook hanging from a long chain, the chain swinging under the beams subtle movements. He turned just in time to see the sniper swing his rifle in the direction of the sound-

You screamed.

The shrill shriek shook each of the assailants and all eyes turned to you. He exhaled a harsh breath of relief as you wailed and the masked figures moved in towards you. The sniper’s weapons whipped towards you and away from Tim.

Tim dropped. His landing was cushioned by the goon you had pointed out, knocking the figure to the ground. He used the momentum to carry himself into a roll, then launched to his feet and barrelled into the next unsuspecting kidnapper. This one was ready, his hands up in fists. Tim gave an opening and ducked as the man’s fist sailed past Tim. He gripped the attacker's arm and yanked, tossing him over Tim’s shoulder. The man landed with a thunk and Tim was quick to follow, extracting a pair of cuffs from his belt and linking the two fallen attackers together.

A shot rang out. It seemed the sniper wasn’t very good, considering Tim remained fully intact. His hands dipped to his belt again and withdrew a few batarangs. A quick volley knocked the sniper's mask askew and sent them stumbling down the rickety pile of scrap they stood upon. He used the opening to launch himself across the room, bo staff extending in hand. He swept the kidnapper’s legs, sending the figure tumbling down the pile.

“How did you know I was here?” he asked as he knelt to cuff and gag the attacker, kicking the rifle aside in the process.

“It got drafty,” you called back from where you sat tied in the center of the room. “Must’ve left the window open.”

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6rookie-writer0110 · 1 year ago

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Symbiosis

Eddie Brock x Male Reader

Request: So the idea I had was we have a low level criminal escaping back to his apartment after a run in with spider man….He is seething at having to ditch the money he stole in order escape….his fellow criminals have been arrested but he’s confident they won’t talk as he has always had a way of convincing people to protect him.

He then hears his next door Neibour blasting heavy metal music so loud ….the walls vibrate . He finally has enough and storms out there to thump on the door…and it swings open

You and your friends went to a casino to steal money, getting to the back room didn't take long. One of your friends started a fight with a random stranger and the guards went to break up the fight, while you and the others went inside the back room. The safe is open, then you and the others start to put the money in the bag. But Spiderman came through the window and did his hero pose, now you panicked. You just don't want to go back to jail

“It’s not nice to steal,” Spiderman said.

Two of your friends took out their guns and started to shoot. But Spiderman starts to dodge the bullets while you hid under the desk. You saw your friends fight Spiderman but they lost easily. Spiderman tied them up and you see the window open, you have some of the money in your backpack. You run towards the window then Spiderman starts to chase you. You run through traffic and he is catching up to you.

You run through the alley, and a stranger opens the door to throw out the trash. You ran inside and you ran through the kitchen fast. You notice that you run into a restaurant, and then you run toward the bathroom. You take off your jacket, and ski mask then you throw it all in the trash can. You take the backpack and you leave the restaurant, you still can feel your heart racing extremely fast. Feels like your heart will jump out of your chest. You look around and you don't see Spiderman, you head to the train station and he doesn't catch you. You sit down and you sigh in relief and you can't wait to go home and rest.

You finally made it home and you closed the curtains. You start to count the money and you have close to seventeen thousand dollars. Now, you start to think about where to hide the money in your apartment. You start to walk around figuring out where to hide it.

———-

You were sleeping but the loud sound of music woke you up. The heavy metal music is so loud that you notice the walls vibrating. You leave your apartment and you start to knock on the door very hard.

“Hey!!!” You screamed.

Eddie hears the door then he opens it. Eddie is shirtless and sweaty and he is gearing at you, but you find him attractive.

“What?” Eddie said.

“Loud down the music, it's too loud,” You said.

You noticed Spiderman articles on the wall, but his face crossed out.

“I will turn it down. Don't bang on my door” Eddie said.

“Fine. I hate Spiderman too” You said.

You walked away before he said something. You closed the door and Eddie went back to work out then Venom came out.

“Why you didn't punch him?” Venom asked.

“He didn't do anything. At least we know he hates Spiderman” Eddie Said

“He isn't our enemy,” Venom said

———

For the past few days, you have been seeing Eddie around. He does notice when you check him out but he hasn't said anything about it.

“You really hate him?” Eddie asked.

He saw you rip a Spiderman article in half.

“Yeah, I do. I don’t understand why people worship him, he isn't a hero” You said.

“I agree, he isn't a hero. I never met someone who doesn't like him” Eddie said

“There is a lot you don't know about me,” You said.

“My name is Eddie Brock and I'm your neighbor,” Eddie said.

“You looked familiar. I used to read your article. I remember you wrote an article about Spiderman is a theif and you exposing Dr. Carlton Drake” You said.

“You read my articles?” Eddie asked in shock.

“Yeah, I have. I see you around, neighbor” You said.

He watched you walk away then Venom said something.

“You like him,” Venom said

“Mind your business, V” Eddie mumbled.

“I knew it!” Venom said too loud.

✯ ✫ ✯ ✬

Eddie invited you to his apartment. Eddie has some workout equipment in the living room, then you see all the Spiderman pictures and articles on the wall.

“I almost killed him, but the police ruined it,” Eddie said.

“How?” You asked.

You move closer to him and he stares into your eyes.

“I almost snapped his neck. I wanted to hear the bone snap. I thought about it many times how I would kill him. You don't seem freaked out by what I'm telling you” Eddie said.

“I would do anything to see that happen,” You said.

“Why, do you hate him so much?” Eddie asked.

“He isn't a hero. I helped my friend steal because he needed the money to help his grandfather with medical bills. Spiderman caught us while fighting him, my friend fell through the window and Spiderman didn't catch him. I lost my friend that day” You said.

“Sorry, about your friend,” Eddie said.

“I didn't like Spiderman before and I will never like him. I see you are training to fight him” You said.

You stare at his biceps.

“I am. The next time I see him, I will be stronger than him” Eddie said.

“Who is that girl next to you in the picture frame?” You asked.

“Someone I used to know. She sees me as a monster because I wanted to expose Spiderman for the fraud he is” Eddie said.

He grabs the frame and throws it in the trash can. You and Eddie started to talk about something else then he told you why he became a journalist.

———

Eddie trains every day in his apartment. He had to buy another punching bag because the old punching bag ripped. He is getting more buffed and he still wants to get stronger. On his breaks, he would go on his computer, and he would hack into the police website. He searched your name and You have a record and he is in shock, he thought you didn't have one. He starts to read your records then he starts to search for information on your parents and where you grew up.

“Searching information on your nerdy boyfriend?” Venom asked.

“He isn't my boyfriend and he isn't a nerd,” Eddie said.

“I notice how he looks at you, Eddie. He likes you” Venom said.

“Shut up, V” Eddie said

He continues to search for more information on you. But Venom won't stop teasing Eddie about you.

You noticed that Eddie doesn't leave his apartment. He doesn't play the music loud anymore and you developed a crush on him.

You are going home, you an alley then you notice Eddie. You go into the alley and you see something black take over his body. Your eyes opened wider and Venom noticed.

“Eddie?” You said.

You saw Venom eat the bad guy then he looked at you.

“We are Venom,” Venom said

Before you can get away, he grabs you and you can't move. He takes you to Eddie’s apartment and he doesn't let you go.

“What are you?” You asked

Now, you see Eddie’s face.

“He won't eat you,” Eddie said.

“I’m a Symbiote and Eddie is my host,” Venom said.

He lets you go but you don't run.

“You don't seem scared,” Eddie said.

“A little bit, but I'm glad he won't eat me,” You said.

“I thought you would be scared and you would tell someone,” Eddie said.

“I won't tell anyone, promise. I think it's cool, you that have a symbiote. You can kill Spiderman since you have venom” You said.

“We are getting stronger, Y/N,” Eddie said.

Eddie punched the punching bag so hard, that he made a hole. You are impressed and you can't help to smile. Eddie started to talk about how he wanted to rip Spiderman apart, you egged him on to talk about it. Venom wants to eat him and he likes you. You notice his laptop and you see your record

“Did you do a background check on me?” You asked.

You point at his laptop and he closes it.

“I’m a journalist, Y/N. You sure have a long rap sheet, Y/N. Fraud, identity theft, robbery, and assault with a deadly weapon and more” Eddie said.

“I had my reasons,” You said.

“But why a rich kid like you, would do commit crimes? That kept me thinking” Eddie said.

“If you must know, my parents were never around. If they were, they wouldn't spend time with me, because they would be busy with work. I turned to crime because I felt I was good at something. Why did you do a background check on me?” You said.

“Relax, I’m not going to call the cops,” Eddie said.

“And I won't tell them about you planning to kill Spiderman, so we are even,” You said.

“We are,” Eddie said.

Eddie likes having you in his apartment. He takes off his shirt but he has a tank top on, you notice his bicep got bigger.

“You are definitely stronger than Spiderman,” You said.

What you said boosted his ego. You notice his tattoos cover his scars and you keep staring at it. Eddie stands closer to you and you stare into his eyes, then he always about to kiss you but Venom appears.

You sit next to Eddie on the couch. He starts to open up and you start to do the same. Eddie hasn't felt connected to anyone in a long time. You and Eddie are sitting very close to each other and you ask questions about Venom and what he can do. You stayed all night in his apartment and you fell asleep. But Eddie puts a blanket on you, he didn't want to wake you up.

“You should kiss him goodnight,” Venom said.

“Shut up, we can't make too much noise” Eddie whispered.

“I don't want to wake up your boyfriend, sorry” Venom teased

“Go to sleep, V, or else” Eddie whispered

“Fine. Tell your boyfriend goodnight” Venom said.

Eddie rolled his eyes and Venom went to sleep. Eddie sleeps next to you and it doesn't take long for him to fall asleep.

✯ ✫ ✯ ✬

You and Eddie had a plan, but Eddie and Venom didn't want to wait any longer. You went along with it, in the alley Eddie starts to mug you. Spiderman was swinging around and he saw what was going on.

“Hey!” Spiderman said.

“You won't stop us,” Eddie said.

Venom takes over Eddie’s body. Venom starts to run and Spiderman starts to chase him towards the church. They start to fight on the roof of the church. Venom grabbed him but Spiderman kicked him In the stomach, and he let go of Spiderman. You start to run towards the church and hope everything goes to plan. Venom managed to use his claw to scratch Spiderman on the chest and he started to bleed. Venom used his tentacles to grab Spiderman and slammed him hard onto the ground. Spiderman used his webs to cover Venom’s face and it worked, he managed to get away from his tentacles.

“I’m going to kill you!” Venom yelled.

Venom was close to biting him. But he managed to throw some punches and Spiderman was badly injured. But Spiderman started to move the bell and kept creating loud noises, that Venom couldn't handle it. You arrived at the church And Venom left Eddie’s body. Spiderman kicked Eddie off the roof and he fell on the second floor. You yelled for Venom when you saw Eddie fall, Venom went towards you.

You feel different and powerful. You can hear Venom talking to you in your mind. You struggled to get to the bell but you managed to stop it. You went to check on Eddie and he is passed out but he is going to make it. You went back to the bell and you managed to break it loose. Spiderman was going to punch you but you used Venom’s tentacles to grab him. You slammed him into the wall hard, then slammed him onto the ground. Spiderman is badly injured again then You start to punch him.

“You don't deserve to be a hero!” You screamed.

You kept punching him in the face then he started to bleed. You stand up now Spiderman struggled to get up. You make him chase you now you two are standing in front of the bell. Venom left and he went to get Eddie, he started to heal Eddie.

“This is the end, Spiderman,” You said.

“It’s not the end, I'm taking you two to jail” Spiderman

Spiderman is feeling weak but he doesn't want to give up. Eddie tackled Spiderman, you watch Eddie punch Spiderman in the face multiple times. Peter spits out blood then Eddie gets up and Peter puts his hand on the wall to help him stand up. Eddie used all his strength to push the bell towards Peter, you are in shock.

“He is dead, I can't believe it,” You said.

You and Eddie notice the blood, he moves the bell away from Peter. You checked his pulse and you smiled at Eddie.

“No more Spiderman” You smiled.

“Good” Eddie smirked.

You left with Eddie to his apartment. You and Eddie can't stop smiling because Spiderman is dead. Eddie takes off his shirt and he has some cuts, then you start to clean the wounds. Eddie pulled you towards him and he started to kiss you, he wrapped his arms around you. You feel his grip but you don't stop kissing him.

“Stay the night, Y/N” Eddie said.

“Okay, I will,” You said.

You start to kiss him again.

✯ ✫ ✯ ✬

It's been all over the news that Spiderman is dead. The cops don't have a lead on who did it, you and Eddie are able to live life fine. You and Eddie didn't put any label on the relationship, mainly just taking it slow and just dating.

You spent the night again at his place. You are lying on your back and Eddie comes out of the bathroom shirtless and has boxers on.

“You dyed your hair blonde, wow,” You said.

“Don’t like it?” Eddie asked.

“I didn't say that. You look different and hot” You said.

Eddie crawls on the bed and he lies on top of you. He starts to kiss you and you two start to smile. Then you start to touch his hair and you kiss him again

“I like the color” You smiled.

“We should go away and celebrate that the bug is gone” Eddie smiled.

He starts to kiss your neck.

“I like the idea. I have the money I stole from the casino, we could use that” You smiled

“Let’s leave tonight” Eddie smiled

You nod and he starts to kiss you again. Venom showed Eddie how you looked when you two teamed up, and Eddie was impressed. How he looks with Venom is a lot different from how you look with Venom.

#Eddie Brock x male reader #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock imagine #x male reader #male!reader #male reader #male reader fanfic #male reader insert

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heliads · 2 years ago

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I’d like to request a modern day AU one-shot where Newt is Venom, the female reader is Spider-Woman and Newt’s girlfriend, and Janson is Carlton Drake. Newt fell off his bike when he was a kid and broke his leg, and the injury didn’t heal properly, so he walks with a limp. When Newt becomes Venom, the reader becomes Spider-Woman. I don’t have an explanation for how this works, but Newt’s injury disappears when Venom takes over and returns when he regains control.

accidentally got way too invested in the worldbuilding for this. if you guys want a part 2 lmk bc i would actually be interested

'wckd is good' - newt

masterlist / part 2

It’s no longer light out when you leave to save the world. There was a time during the lovely summer months when you could depart the relative safety of WCKD headquarters and still find yourself in the last vestiges of golden hour. It was easier to believe in the cause then, somehow, as if even the idea of a billowing honey-colored curtain of light could shine down on the blood you’ve shed and make it better, make it all better. No pain is too terrible if it is dragged out for a good cause.

Now that the days have veered past autumn and towards the start of winter, though, you no longer have the comfort of light to protect you. Your shifts are at night, always; no hero will be discovered and no rest will be yours. The moonlight, although sparkling, lacks the strength of sunlight in its ability to ease your conscience.

You knew this was coming, though, it happens every year. You were young when you decided you wanted to change the world, we all are. Only the naivete of youth lets you believe that you can do something about the terrors of the city around you. Once you grow up, you realize there’s no point and you stop trying.

While you’re young, though, you think there’s still a chance. That’s how they get you. That’s how WCKD got you, to be specific. They still have scientists and soldiers believing in that greater cause, but the heart of their crusade is carried on by the kids. They say that’s the way it’s always been. Perhaps it’s true. How would you know otherwise?

The secret is always kept pristine behind glass. WCKD said no boundaries, no lies, so they told you everything from the moment you joined. You were young and foolish; they said jump, you asked how high. It made perfect sense to you. There is a problem in this city, in this world. You could fix it. Why wouldn’t you?

You were one of the first to join. Teresa was the very first, if you’re going by technicalities. The two of you believe in it the most. Even when the others started having their doubts, when Thomas gave up his shield and ran away, when Minho let the civil war of heroes get in between himself and his desire to protect the world, you and Teresa were the ones who stuck with it.

It’s worth it now. It always has been. Times are getting darker, villains more treacherous. Mutants appear out of the woodwork like flies, and it’s your job to cut them off before they can grow too powerful. Every night, you stop mass robberies, save lives, confiscate stolen tech. The city walks a narrow line between peace and destruction. You’re there to keep winning the war.

That’s why you agreed to the experimentation in the first place. Admittedly, it wasn’t WCKD’s finest moment when they asked young teenagers to step into their labs for the greater glory of the world, but it’s worth it now. They injected you with radioactive spider venom and you were the best fit for the program, or so they tell you. If you were to guess, though, you’d say that you were the only subject who survived. Now, you get superhuman abilities and a cool moniker: Spider-Woman. Isn’t that worth the blood you shed in a pristine white cell?

Teresa was never a subject like you were. Instead, she was trained in the deadly arts as a Black Widow. The two of you are sent out on missions together, but not as often as you’d like. Instead, WCKD always seems to keep one of you behind while the other is out there in the world, supposedly for security reasons. If two of its finest soldiers were taken out in the same doomed-to-fail mission, who would carry on the cause?

No, it’s better if you do it alone. You saw Teresa today, at least, running through some surveillance footage from a few nights back. There’s a Right Arm stronghold somewhere nearby, you can tell because some of the inhumans you leave for dead have started disappearing before the WCKD research division can collect their bodies, but you just don’t know where they’re sent to. If you can cut off the head and do it cleanly this time, perhaps two more won’t grow back in its place.

That’s the WCKD rhetoric, at least. Do the job properly and you won’t have to do it again. Repeat trials are cumbersome, and often fail before they can reach their true potential. If you do what must be done, no matter the cost, everyone will benefit. Not just the city this time, but the country. The world, even. Crime and violence only strengthen in numbers. If you can purge this city of its sins, perhaps the rest will follow suit.

Darkness has its biggest stronghold here, though, which is why WCKD set up headquarters. It’s why you have a specific time of day to leave behind the white polished walls and piercing fluorescent lights of the WCKD facilities to go defend the night against itself.

Tonight begins like most others. You don your armor and take the elevator to the top floor of WCKD’s skyscraper. From there, you stand for a moment on the darkened roof, buffeted by the strong winds that only circulate when you’re this far removed from the streets below you, then dive off the edge in one simple motion.

You were scared of heights the first time you did this, as anyone would be when faced with the task of jumping from a skyscraper. Even though you knew you would be able to catch yourself, you’d never done it before so you weren’t one hundred percent certain. You’d asked to start off on a lower level so you could get a better feel for it. Instead of answering your plea, the head of your little operation, Dr. Ava Paige, pushed you from the roof herself. You can still remember how it felt, tumbling through the dark night sky, watching her foreboding silhouette disappear the further you dropped.

That night, you had learned to trust only yourself. You had also learned that WCKD wants what’s best for all of you, and even if you cannot see the silver lining at the moment, it’ll come to you eventually. As you fell, mind wracked with terror and betrayal, you first learned to do what has now become reflex: you flung out your arms and made a web.

Your web shooters work well, they always do. WCKD tech doesn’t fail. You don’t have to see the synthetic web latch onto the spire of a nearby building to know that it will be secure enough to hold your weight as you swing from one towering skyscraper to the next. It’s a far faster method of transportation than just walking, and it gives you a better view of what’s happening down below you while you’re at it.

Your brow furrows beneath the protective cover of your mask, looking for something, someone causing trouble– there, down an alley, a shadowy figure looms over a terrified couple. You disengage the web you’d been swinging from, hurtling towards the alley like a dart. You land easily on a nearby roof, rolling for a moment to disperse the energy of your impact before dropping neatly into the alley.

You wait a moment before stepping out from the shadows so you can best gauge the situation. The thing you’re fighting– it’s not a man, not really, although it stands on two broad, muscular legs and gestures at the mouth of the alley with a dark, clawed hand. It seems more like living tar, a roiling mass of shadow and ink somehow made muscular. It’s a monster, to put it plainly, and you kill monsters. You’ll kill this one.

You lunge out from the shadows, grabbing the couple around the waist and pulling them towards the entrance. They sob in relief when you’re in between them and the dark thing, and immediately start running once you put them down again.

Now that the innocents are safe, you turn back to the monster. Massive white eyes split its skull, and a long, blood red tongue peeks out from rows of jagged teeth. It stalks towards you, each footstep sounding like a crack of thunder, and says, in a grating tone like a thousand earthquakes, “I saved them already.”

You stare at it. The monster doesn’t attack, strangely enough. In fact, it comes to a stop once it’s a few paces away from you. It’s just looking at you, although it keeps twitching as if it would like to do more than just stand around.

“No, I did. I got them away from you.” You tell it.

You spit the last word out like a curse. You’re supposed to be emotionless while you do this, cutting away at the city’s lost souls with a surgeon’s unsympathetic precision, but WCKD taught you its prejudices early, and it’s a difficult habit to shake.

The monster, however, doesn’t take kindly to being insulted. “Already saved them. You only took the credit.”

It gestures back towards the alley behind it with one massive hand. You follow the direction with your eyes to see the slumped forms of what appear to be gang members. You recognize their faces from a news broadcast a few days ago; the police have been unsuccessful in tracking them down despite a warrant being out for their arrests regarding a string of murders. They must have been ready to add that couple to their list of victims, but this thing got in the way of that.

You stare back at it, confused. “If you saved that couple, why were they screaming?”

This time, when the monster speaks, it sounds a little less monstrous and more almost like a young man. “I tend to be a little frightening. I’m sure you can understand.”

You draw back, one hand on your belt. You can use your webs to attack and defend, obviously, but WCKD policy states that killing is best done cleanly. That would involve the guns and knives they ply you with before every patrol. “I understand how this usually goes.”

The monster leans towards you, bleached-white eyes leering. “Are you going to kill me, Agent? You’re one of those fanatics from WCKD, aren’t you? That’s what you all usually do. Are you going to kill me without even bothering to ask why I saved them? Or who I am?”

You meet its gaze coolly, but on the inside, your entire mind is at war. This is not the way it’s supposed to go. You’re meant to eliminate a threat and move on. This is a monster. It doesn’t get more simple than that. Except– except usually, the shadowy demon creatures don’t save lives like you do. Except they usually don’t try to appeal to your morality, because most, including you, assume it’s already gone.

“Fine,” you say slowly, “Who are you? Answer quickly and honestly, it’ll be better for you.”

It makes a sound that could be a laugh, but it’s broken over with a deep roaring sound, almost as if there are two creatures laughing at you right now, a human and a monster. They’re not entirely in unison, not anymore, which gives you the impression that they could be separated.

And, before your eyes, the inky blackness starts to peel away just a little bit, revealing a boy’s face within the monster’s skull. It’s supporting him, you realize, giving him strength and power. Only half of his face is visible right now, and when he speaks, you can see a normal human mouth moving on one side, grotesquely parodied on the other with that horrific fanged mouth.

“If I give myself away, you’ll kill me, won’t you?” He asks. “Isn’t that what WCKD’s toy soldiers do best?”

You scowl at him. “Depends on if you make me.”

“Well,” the boy says frankly, “I don’t want to die. Let your conscience be clear for a second and don’t shoot me in the head, now, will you?”

You nod once, before you can stop yourself, and he seems to take this as a good sign. The rest of the shadow pulls away from him, and then it’s all gone and there is a blond boy standing in front of you, idly brushing dust off of his hands as if he’d been taking off a heavy coat instead of a monstrous shield.

“Who are you?” You ask weakly.

The boy grins. “Name’s Newt. Though I’m assuming you’ll find that out soon enough. WCKD’s always particularly good at their research, aren’t they?”

You narrow your eyes. “How would you know?”

His smile slips, gone in an instant. His eyes go unsettlingly dark, and you realize that, although he may have taken the monster away, that doesn’t mean it’s not inside him still. “I had a friend, once. His name was Alby, and you took him from us. He was only eighteen, and WCKD decided he should die because he committed the grave sin of not entirely being like the rest of you. You hunted him down and slaughtered him. We never even had a body to bury.”

Newt stalks forward as he says it. You’ve faced down far more intimidating threats, but you can’t help inching back in the face of this boy’s fury. You can handle someone trying to kill you, or a thug shooting at your head, but Newt’s grief is a far more palpable weapon than anything before it.

“Did you know him?” Newt asks in a harsh, shuddering whisper, “Were you there when he died?”

“No,” you whisper, and you couldn’t be more grateful for the truth. “That was someone else. Really, it was. They told me about it afterwards.”

Specifically, Teresa had. You remember the ways her hands didn’t stop shaking for hours afterwards. She’d hidden in a corner of the WCKD base, and you only found her because you had the benefit of years of friendship telling you where to look. When you stumbled upon her, she was curled up into a tight ball, repeating as a whispered mantra, “WCKD is good,” as if saying the torturous phrase even one more time might make it true.

Afterwards, though, Teresa was more focused than you’d ever seen her. She was determined to make the ends worth the bloody, bloody means. Anything for the city, or so she’d tell you. Anything for the world.

“It wasn’t me,” you repeat. “But you haven’t always been like this, have you? The monster. It came afterwards.”

Newt nods, a tight and barely controlled jerk of the head. “I needed help. I found Venom.”

“Venom,” you whisper cautiously. Black ink flashes across Newt’s eyes all of a sudden, disappearing through his veins just as quickly. It makes you flinch. He seems almost glad of it.

“I wanted a way to keep the rest of us alive. Venom makes me strong. It’s in me. It is me.” Newt’s words grow in intensity until he’s almost shouting.

Shouting you can handle, though. It’s easy to break down the pieces of Newt’s argument like that. He’s furious that your organization is responsible for the deaths of his friends. He’s taking it out on you because you have their logo on your shoulder, because you were going to kill him like the rest. Are you now, though? How can you murder this boy like the rest?

Newt must see the war going on in your head, because he smiles again, sickeningly slow. “Are you going to do it? Are you going to kill me? I don’t even know your name, but you know mine. Are you going to shoot me before you tell anyone who you are?”

“Y/N,” you force out through lips pressed thin.

His smile grows lighter. “Y/N. Pretty name. Pretty girl.”

Is it madness to call your would-be killer a pretty girl? Is it madness to let a monster into your skin, to embrace it like this? Is madness thinking that you have ever had any other choice but this.

“I don’t want to,” you murmur, “Kill you.” The killing is the worst part. Always has been. You lack Teresa’s stomach for it. That’s why they made you the lab rat. WCKD knew they had to rearrange at least a few of your parts to make you more willing to complete the tasks they assigned you, and it still didn’t even work all the way.

Newt considers this for a second, his head tilted to the side, then holds out a hand. The contrast of his pale skin against the darkness of the alleyway seems to stand out to you like a neon sign. “You don’t have to do it. You can still leave them, you know.”

This makes a thousand walls slam down in your head. “I can’t,” you grit out, the product of years of trying, “There are too many people they could hurt. I can never leave, Newt. Never.”

Something almost like pity touches his eyes. You decide you hate it. “You know,” he says softly, “That is the worst part of the monster, I think. I asked for it. It might not leave me if I tell it to, but in the beginning, it only came for me because I wanted it. You know what that’s like.”

“I do,” you tell him.

Newt nods. Smiles again. You’ve stopped seeing the flash of his teeth as a terrible thing. The likelihood that he could sink them into the soft skin of your neck before you even had the chance to blink is alluring. It does not seem like as much of an undeserved punishment as before.

“You can always find me,” he tells you. “If you need help, you can find me. I have friends, good ones. They could get you out of there. We can pull you out. It’s never too late.”

This makes you draw back in earnest. “It’s already too late.”

You want to scream it at him. There is no going back for you, not now. Not after all you’ve done. Newt has the luxury of thinking he can fight back. For those of you on the inside, though, the only way any of you will be freed from the burden of your work is when it finally kills you. Teresa knows that. Even Dr. Ava Paige knows it. You will all shoulder the mantle of your twisted crusade until it drags you under.

You turn and vanish back into the shadows before Newt can stop you. You wait for a moment, crouched on the rooftop out of his sight, and listen to the even rhythm of his breathing before finally turning away again. This is the first time you leave him. Somewhere inside your head, within the last vestiges of pinkish matter that still belong to you, a voice whispers back: It won’t be the last.

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kumezyzo · 2 years ago

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Webs In Ink

Peter 3 x OC

summary.... Peter Parker and Alina (AJ) Brock (Daughter of Eddie Brock) have been best friends for years, since they could remember. She can tell when he's lying or hiding something. He can tell when she's lying or hiding something. And their senior year of highshool is full of secrets and hiding: Peter becomes Spiderman, AJ's dad finds out something more dangerous about Carlton Drake, and the third person to their trio comes back after 8 years.

AJ has to face her emotions that continue to be brought up as she moves on in life. If you love hard, you grieve just as hard. But as she learns the hard way, empathy is not a stage of grief.

authors note... AJ is half latina cause i said so 😤 | updates are slow on here. i have a whole schedule on AO3, but i know some people dont like using ao3. i get it. | the writing might be ass up until chapter 11 cause i crammed to get this done by nov. 30 | also, i would love reader feedback and stuff cause i actually really love this story 😊

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Table Of Contents

I... Eat It!

II... Secret Spaghetti

III... Dads

IV... Vans or Converse

V... Tell me

VI... Raw

VII... Get Up

VIII... AJ BROCKS PHOTOGRAPH DUDE :)

IX... Long Shot

X... Jolene

more chapters coming soon...

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also, tell me if there are any mistakes on this, im not looking over it before i post it...

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runeterrankhaleesi · 2 years ago

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blacksology · 3 years ago

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venom & riot NSFW alphabet

venom:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

eddie: eddie is very sweet after sex. he’ll ask if you need anything. massages, baths, food and water, or another round. either way, he treats you like a queen

venom: same with eddie, he’ll lick all the scratches and bites he gave you. he’ll then set you in his chest and let you lay there while he rubs your back.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

eddie likes his hands. their thick and finger you so well. he also likes you ass. he will grab and smack it in public. he is not afraid.

venom likes his tongue ofc. it can reach places no other human being can’t. he loves LOVES you hands. he loves how soft they are and how well they work his cock.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

both eddie and venom like to cum inside you. less of a mess. but if your not feeling it, they’ll cum on you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

eddie wants you to peg him. plain and simple.

venom wants to fuck you on anne and dans rooftop.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

eddie has plenty experience. venom not so much, but he learned from eddies memories.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

eddie likes it from behind. back shots, doggy, you name it.

venom doesn’t care, as long as you both feel good.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

both very very serious. no jokes or anything. the only thing you’ll hear is dirty talking.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

eddie has a little but of hair, but not alot.

venom has no hair at all.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

if they’re in the moment, it’s gonna be romantic. but if they wanna go rough, they WILL go rough.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

eddie used to masturbate a lot before he met you. now, he rarely does it anymore.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

breeding, choking, gagging, smacking, hand cuffs, tentacles and oh. so much more.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

for eddie, its usually in the bedroom, bathroom or livingroom.

but venom does not give one shit he will fuck you in a alley in broad daylight.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

for eddie, seeing you in booty shorts or in tight dresses. that really gets him going

for venom, when you stretch and you let a moan out. that really turns him on for some reason.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

never EVER having a threesome.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

eddie can go both ways. doesn’t really matter to him.

venom prefers giving. it’s because of his tongue ofc but can go either way

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

eddie can be rough when he wants to or when you beg for him to.

venom is naturally rough. but if you want him to go slow, he’ll go slow.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

eddie likes to take his time with you quickies aren’t really his thing. but if you want a quickie, you get a quickie.

venom adores quickies. but if you want him to go slow and take him time, he will.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

eddie doesn’t like taking risks.

venom on the other hand LOVES taking risk. one time, you two fucked in a garage parking lot. so worth it tho.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

eddie can go for 3 rounds and he’s out.

venom has very very high stamina. venom can go for at least 8. anything over that, hes either really tired or really sensitive.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

toys are unnecessary. but if you want one, you can get one.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

eddie doesn’t like to tease you much, but he’ll do it if he feels like he needs to.

venom likes to edge you very. very hard. he’ll leave you hot and bothered for hours until he wants to fuck you again.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

eddie breaths heavy and makes low groans

venom growls most of the time. but other times, he’ll moan out. but thats not all the time.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

eddie and venom like to do the pocky challenge thing but with chocolate pocky sticks.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

eddie: 7 inches and thick.

venom: usually 9 and thick, but he can change it.

y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

eddies sex drive isnt that high, but its high if you catch my drift.

venoms sex drive is over the fucking roof.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

eddie takes care of your first, then hes out like a light.

venom doesnt sleep, so he’ll lay with you until you fall asleep.

riot:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

carlton will buy/get everything you need. he loves you so much and will make sure you have the best aftercare.

riot will just lick the cuts and marks he gave you, then he’ll cuddle you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

carlton likes his hair (shi i do to 😍). he loves how soft and smooth it is. he also likes how you running fingers and pull it when he’s eating you out. carlton likes your stomach. he doesn’t care of your plus sized or not. he loves how soft it is.

riot likes his hands. he knows how to finger and god he does it so well. he likes seeing you cry to the smallest touches of his hands. riot likes your eyes. he loves how they shine and their color. he likes eye contact during sex.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

they both cum inside. no if ands or buts.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

carlton wants to fuck you in his office. with the door opened.

riot wants to fuck you while your sleeping. mans had urges, but held em back.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

carlton is experienced but riot is not. that why he goes through his memories

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

anything that had you below them.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

both very serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

carlton is clean as a baby. not one piece of hair down there.

riot has no hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

carlton is very very romantic. he wants to savor the moments he has with you.

riot can go both ways, but he’s mainly not so romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

carlton doesn’t jack off like he used to.

riot does it sometimes, but only when hes in the mood.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

degrading, crying, BDSM, blood play (sometimes)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

for carlton its usually the house.

for riot, he doesn’t care.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

for carlton, anytime you pull his hair or bend over. that really get him going

for riot, anytime you wear something to revealing. it usually ends up with your clothes on the floor and riots cock deep in your mouth.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

same for eddie and venom. NO THREESOMES.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

carlton likes to give. he likes that sweet taste of your cunt. he also wants your hands in his hair.

riot like receiving A LOT. he adores throat fucking you. he loves the sounds of you gagging on his cock. but if you want him to give, he’ll give. and when he gives, its.. a lot.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

like i said before, carlton likes to take his time with you. savor the moment.

riot likes it rough. but he can go slow if you beg him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

riot & carlton are WHORES for quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

carlton is not so much of a risk taker. if he can fuck you in his office with the door wide opened hes going to take more risk often

oh riot does not care if you two get caught. he’ll end up killing the person who walked in.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

carlton can last up to 4 rounds. after 4, he’s extremely sensitive.

riot it sensitive as well, but he can go more than 4 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

carlton owns a cock ring. he likes being submissive sometimes.

riot doesn’t own any. he thinks theyre ‘useless’.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

carlton doesn’t like to tease. he thinks its waisting time.

riot loves to tease you. he can go for hours and hours until he finally feels like you deserve it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

carlton is only loud when hes being dominated. other than that, hes not so loud.

riot is not afraid to hide his growling and roars. he has no shame.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

carlton is ticklish on his neck. so anytime you suck it, he’ll laugh.

riot hates chocolate. he prefers sweet candy like skittles or airheads.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

carlton: 8, but not so thick.

riot: usually 8 and thick, but he can change it. (like venom.)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

carlton has a very low sex drive so don’t expect much

riots sex drive: 📈📈📈

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

carlton does sleep immediately. it takes him a while to.

riot doesn’t sleep. he’ll lay with you tho.

MY FUCKING. GOD. DAMN. SHIT. that took so damn long and for what 💁🏾‍♀️.

hope y’all enjoy this! please tell me if i messed up anything.. 🤰🏾

bye loves! <3

#venom is so fucking sexy omfg i know he got a bubble butt #venom x reader #riot x reader #carlton drake x reader #eddie brock x reader #venom #riot #carlton drake #eddie brock

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 3 years ago

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Science & Faith | Carlton Drake x Reader (10/?)

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A/N: I'm just going to try and keep posting this series when I can regardless. There are some elements that are from the comics added that I hope they introduce in the MCU.

Science & Faith Masterlist

The Estranged

Eddie sipped on his beer as the news covered the release of William Fisk. Cameras continuously flashed as he left the guarded gates of the prison to his car. Reporters instantly swarmed the armed vehicle, pounding on the glass and trying to take a peek through the tinted windows.

“What’s the point in bothering the guy?” the bartender muttered, “It’s not like he’s gonna say anything new.”

Eddie whipped out his phone and sent a quick text to you and Dora before paying for his drink. He slid off of his stool and headed out, worried about how vague your replies had been for the past few days. Whenever he asked about the blackout, you would say that your boss was looking into it and that there was only so much you knew about it.

When he had gone into Life Foundation to meet Dora, she had told him about the Super Collider that Doctor Octavius had been building for Fisk before he died. He wondered why you hadn’t told him about it, unless there was something else that you were hiding from him. It was clearly something important for someone to break into Life to steal the blueprints and powerful enough to wipe out the power lines in a big portion of New York City.

With that thought in mind, he sent another text, one to Anne to check up on you. If you won’t tell him what was going on, surely you’d tell Anne.

The key to getting the Spider Squad back into their own universes had finally been put together. The problem was, when they had left to look for the Collider, it seemed to have been tampered with or overloaded and broken. They hoped that there would be enough data left behind that could tell them what was going on.

“There were attempts,” Peter said, looking at the data, “of trying to get it to work.”

“But tampering with space and time isn’t like opening a door from point A to point B,” Tony added, crossing his arms. “These are rifts to different universes. Whatever went wrong had caused all of you to end up here. Which raises another question; who the hell is doing this? Fisk had been squatting in jail and Doc Ock had been killed from a lab accident. That building had been completely shut down.”

Gwen stood next to Peter, eyes scanning the data projected in front of her. If the person who had messaged her is who she thinks it is, that must mean that the failed Collider had brought her to this universe as well. But, that also means that it ruled her out as a possible suspect that could have tampered with the Collider.

“How’s Peni and Noir?” Peter asked her softly.

Gwen grimaced. “They’re dealing with it. Miles is helping (Y/n) and their team to monitor them. For now, they’ve got a temporary stabilizer working, but they need to go in every day to get it checked.”

“And you?”

“I’m feeling it more. So is Miles… We’ll figure it out, Peter,” she assured him.

“Yeah? Did you have a Peter in your universe that always figured things out?”

“I had. He was one of my best friends. He couldn’t figure out everything, but at least he admitted it… most of the time… and reached out for help. With all of us together, I know we can fix this.”

She squeezed his shoulder and walked away towards the elevator. There was something that she needed to be sure of, but she didn’t want to bring it up and distract Peter about the current task at hand. Gwen knew that you were currently with Peni and Noir and went straight to the lab.

You were reviewing different designs that could configure Tony’s iron glove into an atomic stabilizer of sorts while your team was doing their routine check up on Peni and Noir. Miles sat on the side nervously, eyes flicking back and forth between his two new friends and you. No one knew how long it was going to take to solve this and no one knew how long they had until they were ripped apart as their atoms tried to get them back to their original universes. Miles was a big help in relaying information to you, what it was like being pulled through the portal, when exactly each person started feeling the side effects, and what that experience was like, so that you had a better understanding of what you were dealing with.

Gwen sat down at one of the stools nearest you, waiting for the right moment to speak. Once Peni and Noir’s check up was finished, they made their way back to their rooms, doctor’s orders. Miles got up from his seat, glancing at Gwen who gestured for him to go ahead. He nodded, resting a hand on Peni’s head as the three of them left.

You turned away from the screen, raising an eyebrow at Gwen. She exhaled slowly, turning on the stool to fully face you.

“Who do you think would have tampered with the Collider?” Gwen asked.

You shrugged. You weren’t expecting her to ask you that kind of question, figuring that it was already something that had been discussed with the others. “It would have to be someone from this universe who could have used it, but all the ones I know from the top of my head wouldn’t have been able to, and yet -”

Your phone interrupted your train of thought, Anne’s name popping up on the screen. “I need to�� hold on a second.”

Gwen nodded. “It’s okay.”

“Hello?”

“Hey, (Y/n/n), how’s everything over there?” Anne asked.

“It’s… complicated, to say the least. How about over there? Has Dora found anything yet?”

You heard her sigh, followed by a thud, which you assume was her briefcase. She must have just gotten home. “More like someone found her. Eddie had gone to see her when the lab was broken into. He made it just in time, too. Her and Scream had been locked in one of the symbiote test chambers by someone who really needed those Super Collider blueprints.”

“What? Who?” Your eyes caught Gwen shifting uneasily in her seat.

“I don’t know. Eddie said it was this girl in a black and gray costume. A red mask was covering her face. Oh, and she’s also from another universe. He didn’t really have the time or eloquence to properly explain it to me, but I think I got the gist. So, parallel universes, huh?”

“Something like that. Does this mysterious woman shoot webs or anything?”

Anne huffed. “She did. From her fingers, apparently. Would the Avengers know anything about that?”

“Yeah, we do, actually. I’m going to call you back later today, Annie, I just need to deal with something right now.”

“Alright. Please keep us updated,” Anne pleaded, “We were worried.”

“I will. Bye.”

You leaned an arm against your desk, taking a moment to process this new information. “There was another spider person that was brought here,” you started, “Is that why you came to me?”

Gwen nodded. “She… Cindy was a friend of mine. I thought I was the only one that got bitten by the radioactive spider, but she did, too. When our friend died, she didn’t take it too well. She lost her family not long after. It was like a switch had gone off and she suddenly became this other person.”

“Right, so she would have a good enough reason to set off the Collider, but she’s from your universe. There would be no way that it was her.” You plopped down on the seat next to Gwen, taking her hand. “She took the blueprints for the Super Collider, Gwen. I also want to know who activated it in the first place, but if she manages to get that machine up and running again, who knows what will happen.”

“I know. There’s so much going on right now and I needed to tell someone. She contacted me, that’s how I knew that she was here. If we go after her, she’ll be prepared to go against us.” She squeezed your hand, ducking her head as a heaviness settled in her chest. “I don’t want to fight her. I don’t want to lose another friend.”

“I understand,” you said softly. “Let’s hope it won’t come down to that.”

It took a while, but Eddie managed to contact someone to help hack into Carlton’s old computer and unearth his hidden files. Together, Eddie and Dora sorted through any potential leads that could give them answers about the Collider and anyone else who had access to it before the lab was destroyed. So many projects that were pitched to Carlton that he had saved and locked away.

He had his chance of being a hero, of making a difference. Tony Stark had even tried many times to reach out to him, and that was saying something. From the notes that Dora found, he had been exchanging correspondences with Doctor Octavius a few years back, discussions on possible project collaborations and the Collider.

Doctor Octavius found out why Fisk wanted the Collider and continued to build it for his own curiosity. If it were to fail, he’d make sure that Fisk would not have the blueprints. Thanks to the discovery of the symbiotes, all of that was put on the backburner as long as the blueprints were safely hidden from everyone. Fisk wasn’t the only one that was interested in interdimensional traveling.

Eddie had left an hour ago to see if he could get an interview with Fisk when a video call from Stark Towers pulled Dora away from the files. She answered without looking at who it was, writing down notes as she spoke. “I just found a couple of things that could be useful. I can send the files now,” she said.

“That would be great,” Carlton said, a small smirk on his face when Dora jumped.

“Doctor Drake, I… ,” she cleared her throat, taking a moment to compose herself. This wasn’t her boss Carlton Drake, the one who killed innocent people and threatened her family. This person hadn’t done anything to you, she reminded herself. “I’m surprised they allowed you access.”

He chuckled. “Yes, well, they’ve got an Avenger monitoring me, so it’s not free reign.” He glanced over his shoulder at Bucky who was watching him closely. “So, what skeletons have you found in my evil twin’s closet?”

Dora adjusted her glasses. “I don’t know if it’s appropriate to call him evil twin. For all we know, you could be lying about yourself as well.”

“That is true, but the Tony Stark from my universe can vouch for me on this,” Carlton countered. He lowered his gaze, frowning. “Why did (Y/n) stay with me for so long? Why couldn’t they just leave if I was so horrible?”

“You need to ask them yourself,” she said with a sigh. “What about you?”

“What?” He raised his head

“What about you and the (Y/n) from your universe. What happened?”

He licked his lips, his shoulders slumping. Talking about it was inevitable and he had been waiting for the right time to do so with you, but there was never a right time. Dr. Dora Skirth was one of if not the most trusted researcher at Life Foundation and also your close friend. Surely, she was safe to confess to.

“It wasn’t pretty. I was careless and the project just got out of hand. When (Y/n) tried to contain it, they got hurt. They got hurt pretty bad and, uh, our attempts to save them failed. They‘re gone now… because of me.”

The silence stretched on, tugging on his anxiety. This universe’s Carlton Drake was quickly established as someone that nobody could ever trust again, a danger to himself and those around him due to his ambitions. Now that he had confessed that his actions in his own universe had endangered you, what will they think of him now?

Dora let out another heavy sigh as she fixed her glasses. “Look…,” she paused trying to articulate her words, “I hope you know that our (Y/n) is not the same as your (Y/n) and that you’re not using them as some replacement.”

“No. No, of course not. I just… I just miss them, you know, and seeing their face again… Alive.” Carlton gave her a melancholy smile. “I wanted to get to know them more. We were supposed to sit down and talk, but my and the others’ condition is getting worse. We can only estimate how long we each have before it tears us apart.”

He seemed genuine enough. The rest was all up to you whether you wanted to interact with him or not. Dora trusted you to make that decision, so she didn’t continue with that subject.

“I’m sending you guys what I’ve found so far,” she said.

Fisk strolled through the desolate penthouse, surprised to see almost everything intact. He picked a competent security team. Or so he thought.

Striding over to his desk, there was an old file folder with a post it note attached to the top.

“We need a scientist and I know just the place to find them -S,” it read in neat script.

He flipped the file open, inhaling sharply at the contents. The blueprints for the collider. He can resume what he started. Whoever this person is, he’ll have to leave the rest to them.

#carlton drake x reader #carlton drake #Carlton drake imagine #venom imagine #marvel imagine #spider fam #doctor carlton drake x reader #dr carlton drake x reader

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alainadavisauthor · 4 years ago

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Hello all! I’m currently writing a Venom fanfic. I thought Carlton Drake needed more love. Check it out if you like!

#ao3 writer #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #venom fanfiction #venom fanfic #venom movie #venom fic #carlton drake #eddie brock #female reader #carlton drake x reader #eddie brock x reader #venom symbiote #symbiote oc

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poeticandors · 6 years ago

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MARVEL MASTERLIST

Who Do You Think You Are?

The Only Support I Need Is Yours

Solitude

Kinktober Day 2: Spanking *

Kinktober Day 14: Cunnilingus *

Kinktober Day 23: Voyeurism (x Steve Rogers) *

How Sweet 1 2 (HIATUS)

Kinktober Day 4: Mirror Sex *

Kinktober Day 6: Daddy *

Kinktober Day 24: Voyeurism (x Bucky Barnes) *

A Small Glance

Fun Times 1

CARLTON DRAKE

Kinktober Day 8: Angry/Hate Sex *

Kinktober Day 17: Public *

BILLY RUSSO

Kinktober Day 9: Bondage *

LOKI LAUFEYSON

Kinktober Day 10: Hair-pulling *

FRANK CASTLE

Kinktober Day 12: Shower *

EDDIE BROCK

Kinktober Day 16: Frottage *

SAM WILSON

Kinktober Day 20: Dirty Talk *

THOR ODINSON

Kinktober Day 21: Handjob *

DRABBLES

All drabbles are under tag: kboogie drabbles

* = SMUT/NSFW

#Bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #marvel #carlton drake x reader #thor x reader #loki x reader #sam wilson x reader

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inspiredartisticcreations · 1 year ago

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Doctor who Eleventh Doctor x Venom Carlton Drake x Reader FANFICTION (part 2)

You go inside the Tardis box with the Doctor as he puts in the address of the life foundation you steadily grab onto the silver railing, the doctor pulled down a leaver and the Tardis starts to rattle and shake, you start feeling a bit sick but try to pull yourself together, "LET'S GO!" he shouts at the top of his voice and the Tardis starts to fly into the vortex.

The Tardis lands right outside the life foundation big building, and you and the doctor walk out, your legs a little bit jellyfied after the ride, the Doctor stops to sonic the building surroundings, then you stop walking and turn around back to him, "Doc put that away" you say running up to him you try to snatch it off but he puts it back into his coat pocket, "you can't take my sonic" he said, you give him a sarcastic smile "what happened to I'll be minding my own business" you said "I am... very much minding my own business" he said you shark both your eyes at him, and walk off leaving him behind standing. The doctor gets out his sonic screwdriver, and touches one button on it, his face grows in concern.

You walk up to the main reception of the building, and one lady receptionist greets you, "welcome to the life foundation, how may I be of assistance to you" she said, you get out your phone and show it to her, "oh I've got an appointment" you say, the lady checks it and then gives you a lanyard, "thank you, um which way is it" you said, the lady gesters you to follow.

You both enter the glass lifts as your watching the enormous building bustling from the glass lift you are amazed, by how beautiful it looks, the lady then gesters to leave once the lift stops, you follow along with the lady as she walks you though a long grey corridor, then you come into a waiting room, "ma'am please wait here, I will mention that you are here" said the lady giving a smile as she walks away, you smile back and sit yourself down, you look around the waiting room, and see magazines of Mr Carlton Drake all stacked neatly on the glass table infront of you, you also see some different posters all around the room, you decide to have a look at the magazine's and then carefully take one out, you bring it more closer to yourself and look at the front cover, with Mr Carlton Drake looking all handsome in that grey suit, you slightly run your fingers around the cover, then you get distracted as you hear someone walking in, you quickly put the magazine away and look up it's the same lady who brought you in, "ma'am we're set, have you got everything you need?" she said you nod then you get up and follow her out.

#riz ahmed #fanfiction #fanmade #doctor who #drake #hd carlton #matt smith

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just-someone-who-likes-to-write · 5 years ago

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I decided to add another Villain That I would gladly accept requests of and that is “Carlton Drake” from the movie “Venom”

So if anyone is interested please send requests of one of those three.”

- “Roman Sionis” from “Birds Of Prey”

- “Prince Nuada” from “Hellboy 2 : The Golden Army”

- “Carlton Drake” From “Venom” (With or without Riot)

#roman sionis x reader #prince nuada x reader #nuada x reader #carlton drake x reader #Birds of Prey #Black Mask #hellboy 2 the golden army #hellboy the golden army #Venom #riot symbiote

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pinejayy · 6 years ago

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Sweet Human (Riot smut)

I've gotten some request for some Riot smut and I'm here to please so enjoy!!

Rating: R (smut duh, a bit of sadist Riot, oral female receiving, little bit of masturbating, pet names, a bit teasing, biting)

Word count: +1.9k

You paced around the room, of course your husband Carlton Drake had to do some over time and stay in for work even more. You were happy with him and he's a great guy but obviously he puts work first than his relationship. Today he promised to come home early so you guys could have some dinner you made and watch a movie and cuddle. You tried calling him or leaving him text messages but nothing from him, your blood boiled a bit.

"Obviously work is more important than your wife." Was the last thing you texted him before you threw your cell phone on the bed before stroming off to the bathroom, walking into the bathroom you locked the door so when Carlton came back he wouldn't be able to enter. Maybe a bath would calm you down a bit. Turning on the water, you made sure the water was just the perfect temperature, and added some bubbles. You slowly started to strip down and step into the warm bubby bath, feeling relaxed you closed your eyes for a bit.

....

Carlton was racing down the highway, he couldn't believe he forgot that he promised that he would have come home early so you two could spend some time, but of course work had to get to him. He knew you were probably mad again. And he expected the cold shoulder from you again. But Riot didn't want the cold shoulder again because of Carlton doing. They both wanted to hold you, you and Carlton haven't had sex for three weeks now. And Riot was getting all frustrated he needed you badly, and he was gonna get you tonight no matter what.

As Carlton was racing down the freeway Riot was arguing with him.

"You wouldn't have to always be like this if put always put stupid work first than our wife, stupid human."

"My Wife." Carlton hissed. "Just shut up we are almost there okay."

....

As you were in the bathtub relaxing, the warm water felt nice against your body, you sighed softly. You did wish Carlton was here with you, heck you even miss Riot even though he wasn't the nicest. While you relaxed you slowly started to rub your inner thighs missing their touch and sweet kisses against your neck. Slowly your fingers started to make their way to your womenhood, biting your lip softly as you moan. You rub yourself slowly, slipping a finger, slowly started moving in and out. The water felt so great at the moment. Soon after you added a other finger increasing the pleasure for yourself. Throwing your head back as you moan. As your soft moans became louder you heard a knock on the door, you immediately stopped.

"What do you want" You yelled, staying in the tub still.

"Are you okay in there? I hear-"

"Yes I'm fine.." You quickly cut him mid sentence. Sighing you got out of the tub, and unplugged the drain so the water would go away, grabbing a towel you wrapped it around your body.

You unlocked the door, looking at your husband and just walked pasted him. Ignoring him. Walking past his you walked to your underwear dresser grabbing a underwear and bra. Your back facing him.

"Please, look I know got distracted by work but could you talk to me please..sweetheart we could even go to a small vacati-" Carlton spoke up but stopped when you dropped your towel. Putting on your underwear and bra made him harden a bit. And boy was Riot going crazy but Carlton tried to stay calm but the symbiote wasn't helping.

You turned to face him and narrowed your eyes. "Hmm wow not like I already knew that and a vacation for what? So you could work more while I'm distracted? No thank you Mr Drake. Now why don't you go back to work you wouldn't love that huh?" You hissed at him. Riot was already going crazy, and Carlton couldn't hold him back anymore.

Turning your back again at him you started to look for a pair pj's when you felt a hand on shoulder. "Fuck off Carlton, I don't wanna see your face." You said, and looked at the hand it wasn't Carlton, but a huge grey hand...Riot of course. He gripped your shoulder tightly. You whispered softly, he turned you around so you face him. He held your tight, pinning you against by a near by wall.

"Mmm I missed you sweet human, and Carlton misses you too." He whispered against your ear.

You just stood there, you've never been this close to Riot yeah you've seen him but Carlton would never let him near you because of the fear of him hurting you or scaring you away. And he's doing a great job at that, yeah I mean you cared about the symbiote but he scary. "Sure he does now please leave me alone, I wish to be alone.." You demanded. But also you sounded scared which only caused Riot to laugh. His hands made their way down to your hips, with a tight grip. He wanted you really badly, Carlton was yelling in head for him to stop that he was definitely gonna scare you away. But that didn't stop him.

"Ah trying to be brave huh little girl" He said, dragging his cold long wet tongue across your neck. You bite your lip, struggling against his hold but it only gotten tighter causing you to whimper in pain. Riot picked you up, throwing you on the bed, before you could move he was on top of you. His tongue dragging across your chest. "You're gonna fucking scare her away stop it!" Carlton yelled in his head. That didn't stop Riot, "Shut up and it's my turn as I please OUR wife and you watch." He said. You looked at him, assuming he was speaking to Carlton. But pleasure you, does he even know how to do that? Riot turned his attention towards you. "Just because you're our wife doesn't mean I'm gonna take it easy on you. Got it, now be a good girl and behave." He said. You nodded. And he smiled widely, showing his razor sharp teeth even more. He leaned in, he started to take in your smell. "We know what you were doing in the bathroom, and we can help out"

You couldn't help but blush hard, Riot looked at you, soon after he ripped your underwear and bra. "H-hey!" You stutter out, but he gave you a look and you quickly looked down. He slowly started to rub your clit, you moan softly.

Leaning in he licked your lips, probably asking for permission but you didn't allow it. So he growled softly, removing his hand away from your womenhood, and grabbed your side and slightly drugged his claws into your flesh, breaking the skin you started to bleed, you yelp in pain which was the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. He was literally deep throating you with his tongue, you couldn't help out but moan in pleasure around his tongue which caused him to moan as well. After a while he slipped his tongue out of your mouth, a strain of saliva was on his tongue and on yours.

He slowly started to make his way down, licking your neck as he got lower he held your legs open so you wouldn't be able to close them. His tongue dragging across your inner thighs, taking his time you whimper softly. "Please.."

Riot quickly looked at you, were you really begging, his smile grew wider. He stopped his actions.

"Please...Riot, I need you. God I need you to teach me a lesson." You beg out.

He just chuckled and leaned his face towards yours, he licked your neck. You groan, trying to move your hips to at least get some kind of friction against your wet core. He looked at you, it really did turn him hearing you beg. He wanted to taste you, making his way down again he wasted no time slipping his tongue inside you. You moan out, arching your back, your legs hung over his shoulders. Riot tongue started to move around, he groaned at how sweet you tasted.

He repeatedly hits your g-spot which caused you to moan out more, as he was eating you out he couldn't help but dig his claws into your hips drawing blood out. Throwing your head back you keep moaning in pure bliss and cry out. God he was gonna kill you, as he continued to fuck you with tongue, you felt your stomach tighten up and moan even more, god you were close and Riot didn't look like he was done with you. As your walls tighten around his tongue you came hard. Moaning louder you cry out, that didn't keep him from stopping, he repeated moved his tongue inside of you until you came again. He licked up all your juices and removed his tongue.

You panted heavily "You taste sweet my sweetheart." He said. Causing you to blush. He started to hover you. You look at him with lust in your eyes. "Hmm get ready because I don't do sweet and slow."

You nodded, and looked at his member, it was longer than anyone's you seen. And you were a bit scared. You looked at him, ready.

He leaned in, rubbing your face. He positioned himself. Before you could react to anything he quickly entered you. Not giving you any time to adjust to his size he started to thrust in and out of you. Wrapping your legs around him whimpering out in pain. He groaned at how tight you. He started to pick up his pace, his movement became faster and deeper. Repeatedly hitting your g-spot. Riot tongue started to move across your chest, slightly licking your nipples. Your moans became louder, I'm pretty sure the neighbors could hear you. Riot slowly made his way to your neck.

You whimper a bit, afraid of what's gonna happen, his teeth slowly touched your skin. Smirking at you, he slowly started to bite you until he bit down onto your neck. Gasping out, you cover your mouth so you wouldn't have to cry out loud. Feeling blood run down he started to lick it up as he continued to thrust into you roughly. You felt cum again, moaning you came hard again. Riot picked up the pace he didn't want to stop until he also came. It was until you came three more times he finally came inside of you. Holding your hips in place, he thrusts became slower. He pulled out, and held you close. You snuggled him.

"Omg look at you!"

You heard a worried voice, looking up to only see Carlton. He looked at your light bruises, the scratch marks and that terrible bite mark. He was about to get up but you stopped him. "Please stay here sweetie."

He looked at you, that was the first cute nickname you've called him in weeks. He laid besides you, holding you gently.

"Sorry about him. And all of this. And about work.." He started to speak quickly.

You look at him and kissed him slightly and pulled back and smiled softly. "It's okay really. And for the work thing I need to be more understanding." You say looking at him.

"Look why don't we have a small vacation, just us." He said softly, holding you gently.

You nodded. "I would love that."

"Good, because you know that I love you. We love and care about you." He said, kissing your head.

You smile "I love both of too."

"Now why don't you rest princess and tomorrow we could go get breakfast or breakfast in bed."

Smiling even more, you fell asleep.

(That sucked tbh)

#venom #venom smut #venom x reader #Carlton Drake #Smut #riot symbiote #Riot #marvel smut #X reader #riot smut

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