#carnage x reader

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Carlie Kasady, Carnage, snuggles with Y/N…

Carlie: I don’t know how you do it but you tamed me

Y/N caresses her face and Carnage’s tendrils…

Y/N: I’m just happy being in your life, baby

Carnage materializes…

Carnage: babies. Don’t leave me out.

Y/N: sorry Carnage

Carlie giggles and nuzzles her lover…

[inferno-0]

Strangeness

⌞ CARNAGE X READER 18+ ⌝

A sensual stream of touch went through your body as you felt the tentacle on you. A smooth, slimy long tongue that wrapped around your neck like a vampire sucked all the currents in your veins, gradually moving away to cling to other places of interest to him. Heavy breathing, which was only a phantom fantasy, enveloped you from the sidelines, causing you to shiver.

You did not remember how you agreed to this, perhaps he himself took the initiative, taking control of you and completely involving you under his power. Carnage is capable of many dirty deeds and has never paid attention to the consequences or meaning of all his actions. He just did what he wanted.

But will he voluntarily touch you where your instincts want you most? Perhaps, if he learns what it is to feel and hear. Make the stupidest decision in your alien life - to caress a person. Cover with your red growths from all sides and just explore, press on the most sensitive points, take your sighs. His character is built through flesh and blood, kindness or just the qualities of something positive are completely absent. A hard syllable, dirty lustful thoughts, passed through your head and immediately surfaced from his mouth, forcing you to squeeze your hips together, creating at least some additional friction.

Carnage constantly convinced himself that he existed for a bloody messiah and the heart-rending cries of desperate victims, but he never thought of soaking up your juices and moans from his lips. Never.

He does not understand what it is, why it is.. For what?

"You feel good, don't you?" the red tip ran across your stomach as it drew circles around your chest. Carnage, carried away by these mounds, crumpled them roughly, absorbing your squeak. He was not inclined to tenderness, especially with his bearer, but the understanding of what rudeness can lead to held him tightly. You have felt this barrier made of strong chains that bind the full potential of the symbiote, and you have felt their disintegration with each of your groans.

Naturally, this motivated him.

Your situation was the complete embodiment of the dirtiest videos of the dark site, especially with an alien. You couldn't help but deny your excitement and quiet attraction to him. Carnage's opinion on this matter was narcissistic, but not mutual sympathy for your behavior. And yet, he does it. Penetrates deep into your gut and completely devastates you, making you scream. You are ready to stand like this forever, just so that the symbiote does not stop, praise and accept the most humiliating comments addressed to you. To merge with the whole body into the red substance and throw the left relationship aside. You didn't need handsome men, you didn't need guys who are just gaining experience in relationships, you needed a completely different creature.

The one who does not understand the feeling of compassion and kindness. Tear and throw everything around, not paying attention to the most elementary rule of behavior on this planet. Such attachment can destroy many if they feel what it is. You are the first who could tolerate such an attitude and perhaps will continue to tolerate it, because you like the way Carnage's own voice twists your stomach into a knot.

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[inferno-0]

The Bright Path

⌞ CARNAGE X READER ⌝

You are no longer able to keep yourself and him under control. Growling and threatening your life was something commonplace, but not today and not right now. Although someone else's voice, eager to kill and shred, sometimes motivated you to do crazy things, from which you got adrenaline, and then fun from what happened. Other people's blood remnants could decorate your jacket, creating the appearance of a real serial killer, although this is true, but no one has created news about you yet. These things took place in silence, pitch darkness, places where there are not so many people, but just emptiness.

Sometimes the question of what exactly you are doing has not come up for a very long time. Only now your brain has finally understood the whole essence of what is happening and decided to turn on the siren, making you anxious. Screams, fear, flight, helplessness. As soon as the stranger penetrated your organs, your whole life instantly turned upside down and now it is unlikely to change. More hunger, more anger, less nerves. Left control did not allow you to live quietly and do the most important things both at home and at work. This cannot be called slavery, although the subordination of the weak to the strong is possible. Rather, there are different opinions about life incapacity, an opinion held by both beings. One lives quietly and does everything to support himself financially, the other lives on bloodshed and nourishment of the same life of your "relatives".

A big opposite, but only one word plays in the bundle here: Survive.

Any pressure, any blow must be endured. Moral and physical pain. But now you experience it not from strangers, but from your symbiote, which does not want to take your words seriously. As already mentioned, "opinion" and it is individual for everyone. But it can be changed, right? Try to redirect a person with bad qualities to a brighter path and solutions to various problems, in a word.

Carnage didn't like it. Not at all. Completely excluding murders from his list did not please the symbiote, but angered him. Do you understand what you are doing? Especially in what circumstances you act. Foolishly. Very stupid.

The growls and squeals of both of them looked ridiculous to each other, aliens, until you felt this flurry of emotions. Clench your hand into a fist and hit this red creature that oppresses you in any way it can. Tear the flesh apart and look for another master. But for some reason, both of you do not do this, but only threaten what you will do. It seems that the first stage has slowly moved forward. Carnage did not tug at your vessels, but only threatened.

And you were happy about it.

Small steps, gradually accelerate and accumulate confidence. Of course, the symbiote needs flesh and threatens, but not your body, but other people. To take control of you and do whatever you want, although the thought plays on both sides and this phrase from the substance sometimes confuses you, but this is better than feeling another pain in the direction of the heart. Perhaps there will be a truce between you and Carnage, and you won't have to rack your head looking for the meaning of life with this psycho.

Everything will flow slowly but clearly.

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[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...

[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

[vixxi]

Venom Saved You - Carnage x Crippled!Reader x Venom

(Alright!)

/Sequel to My Prey - Carnage x Crippled!Reader/

It's been two weeks after Carnage kidnapped you, everytime you tried to escape, Carnage will punish you, you prayed that Eddie and Venom will find you and save you from Carnage.

One day Carnage put you on a coffin and arrived with you to the cathedral "Be a good Prey and be quiet or I will cut you!" hissed Carnage.

You can't see anything because Carnage closed and locked the coffin but you can clearly hear him talk to a familiar voice... "VENOM!! HELP ME!!" you screamed.

"LET HER GO KASADY!" you heared Venom's voice, you screamed when you felt that you were throwned to the wall hard, you whined when you heared some roars and something breaking, you prayed that Venom will be okay.

After some hours that you think that it was minutes, you saw Venom when he tore the lock and opened the coffin as he hold you closer to his massive chest and run with you from the, now in ruins, cathedral.

You looked behind Venom and saw a headless body, and you knew that was Kasady. After some minutes Venom stopped running and looked at your face "Little Nibble... are you okay? Did he hurt you?" asked Venom with concern in his voice as he scanned your body if there are some bruises or cuts.

"I'm okay V... don't worry" you said and stroked his head, he leaned into your touch and.. purred? "We were worried about you Nibble..." whined Venom in a cute way that made you giggle "W-What happened to-" "We ate it" said Venom.

You were shocked that Venom ate Carnage, but it made sense when you saw a headless body of Cletus Kasady earlier, Venom snuggled his head to your shoulder and purred even louder "It's okay... We saved you Little Nibble".

[vixxi]

My Prey - Carnage x Crippled!Reader

(Ya got it!)

Your life sucks, since childhood you are in a wheelchair, because of a fucking stroke you had that paralyzed your legs, you were always depressed until you met your best friends Eddie and Venom.

Eddie always cheered you up, but more who makes you smile is Venom, he always pick you up with his hands as his black tendrils moved your legs and say 'See Nibble? You are walking!', he always makes you laugh.

Eddie always jokes about that Venom is being soft when you are around him as Venom always denies being soft.

It's been 4 months with those duo, one day Eddie told you that he and Venom have a job to interview a prisoner named Cletus Kasady, then after that Eddie puzzle one case that will land Cletus Kasady on death row.

The day of Cletus Kasady's death penalty never happened because he escaped the prison and killed some guards, you were shocked when you heared about it in the news.

Since that day you start to get worried, Eddie and Venom never leaved your side, scared that you will be killed by Cletus Kasady, because he accidentaly told Cletus about you.

One day at night you were waiting for Eddie and Venom outside because they invited you to a stroll, almost an hour passed and they did not come, you start to get annoyed until you felt some red tendrils wrapping around your chest and yanked you out of your chair and knocked you out.

You woke up to be in an abandoned house, you looked around and your heart pounded when you something... or someone looking at you, it was a symbiote, almost like Venom but red.

"Little Prey is awake huh?" said the red symbiote as he walked a little closer.

"W-Who are you?!" you screamed in fear, the red symbiote stared at you "I am Carnage, and you...." his tounge licked your cheek ".... are my Prey...."

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Venom senced that something happened to you as he forced Eddie to go outside and was shocked that instead of you was your raised wheelchair

EDDIE! KASADY TOOK OUR NIBBLE!!

[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!