╰┈➤ Venom x reader, Riot x Reader, Carnage x Reader |
➤ Warning: 18+
➤ Venom
A damn tantalizing creature, a completely unshakable alien slime that persistently studies the moisture between your legs. A growl, filled with intrigue through each of your breaths, can run ten times during the entire period of your hot pastime.
He is ready to ignore your demand, getting carried away by his tongue in your folds, licking every detail completely shrouded in his own drool. Embrace and squeeze your firm thighs, leaving a red mark on your skin and move with the same intention towards your breasts. Brief sighs and groans awaken the beast in him, wanting to breed you properly.
Venom is a pushy alien.
Many clever and accurate phrases do not reach you immediately, but you are well aware that the Symbiote does not know how to behave seriously. Although it is much easier for you to cope with this than with a long silence.
➤ Riot
The complete opposite of everything described above. A quiet, observant alien whose tongue caresses your body quickly and accurately, hitting all sensitive points that you didn't even know about. Any of your sounds already makes the symbiote laugh at your situation. You're so pathetic underneath him, needing his touch.
The toothy mouth, not wide open, causes goosebumps. Gray, large paws hold your hands above your head so tightly that they may leave bruises that will disappear very slowly. Moisture soaked through the fabric of your panties. For Riot, this is the best sight, especially your tears on your cheeks. Another smirk colored the gray monster's face.
You will never know the next Riot moves. He is silent.But his emotions already give some assumption about the further event. During such a period, you do not really want to delve into his thoughts.
It is better to just feel it in all places of your body.
➤ Carnage
Abuse can turn into something passionate and burning from it. Furious thrusts, a choking grip on your neck. How long it has been since your first orgasm is unknown. You've lost track of time. You are lost in pleasure mixed with pain. The red mouth is open from the primal sensations that he experiences. What was he thinking about before? Your wet body tasted better than any human sacrifice, any chocolate. Carnage growls loudly when he senses you coming.
He insults and humiliates you, continuing to push at you. Your eyes are rolled back from overexcitement and from unnecessary friction in yourself. You want to push off, but the persistent squeezing of your neck does not allow you to do this. You can only moan and scream from the next orgasm, which takes longer and longer to come to you.
Controlling Carnage is a waste of time. He is insatiable. He wants to feel all of you under any of his control. He will never give you a break at such a moment. The symbiote knows you like it. It's just that before proposing, you don't think about the consequences.
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.. 🤰🏾
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The sun peeked inside the curtains, creeping across the walls like dew down a leaf a spring morning. I groaned when it finally reached my face, leaving a greenhouse warmth inside the blanket wrapped around my body. Finally well rested, more rested then id been in weeks, i sat up. With a hunched back supported against the headboard. Hesitant, i moved the white blanket off the rest of my body. I hissed for myself as i saw the clear evidence of green and blue smattered like paint across certain spots. I with care slid my fingers across it, remembering the feeling of rubber bullets drilling into my skin. i shook off the thought and let my hand travel up my thigh. There was other marks, red and shaped like a garlic clove. I smiled and tried to hold back the shiver. The nights more pleasant activities started playing over in my head. Hands against wet tile, his hands gripping my hips. Head leaned backwards, stars moving around my vision. How riot did not only give me the best orgasm in my life, but also cared for my wounds, handed me painkillers and let me sleep with a kiss on top of my forehead. The feel of lips burned on my head and i bit my lip at the thought of seeing him again. And tank.
My stomach immediately dropped at his name. His scolding was not a pleasant memory. I decided to not think about it more, not really longing for the weight of anxiety in the depth of my stomach. I threw my legs across the side of the bed, dangling my feet for a second before placing them on the ground. With some hestiance i got up, realizing that the pain had gotten better. Well not better, but easier to handle. I ignored my head begging me to go back to sleep as i started limping down the stairs. I was met with an inviting smell. Coffee.
The previous anxiety was long gone as i tried not to squeal in the happiness. I loved coffee. "Is it okay if i take a cup?", i asked as i took the final step into the kitchen.The man in front of me was not Riot. He had a pale complexion but there was a tint of something else then white. His hair was short, a brown newly woken up mess on top of his head. His figure was giant, stretching up next to the cupboard. There was only so many tall men in this house. Tank, i supposed, jumped at my voice. He looked in my directions, the earlier droopy sleepy eyes turned into green orbs of anger? He really hated me.
"Sorry", i mumbled, fiddleting nervously with the long black t-shirt riot had given me the day before "i didn't mean to startle you".
He made a motion i could really only place as rolling his eyes. "yeah take a cup, you're our guest after all", there was venom in his words, spit out against me making my heartburn. Burning in rage, i wasn't really known for my self control. "Hey", i pointed a finger at him like he had the previous day "i don't know why you hate me, i have not done anything to you". He looked shocked at my outburst before quickly collecting himself. "I don't hate you", he didn't even look at me "i just don't understand why you have to be here. The fact that you suck at protesting, is not our responsibility". His eyes turned away from me finally got to me. I grasped his wrist, hard, and pulled him so he was facing me. He looked down at our skin contact with an unplaceable emotion mirroying behind his light eyes. His skin was hot against me. For some reason he was so inhuman in my eyes i didn't expect body warmth. "I wanted to make a change!", i snapped, still not dropping his hand "okay! I felt useless just signing petitions and rolling my thumbs, i wanted to make a change". His face softened into a expression rather pleasant on his face. Now, with his full attention on me i actually had time to get a good look at him. He was handsome, freckles spread across his nose, full lips a straight line. His jaw was tensed as he watched me search him. "That's why me and Riot protest, we know what we're doing. That's why people like you stay at home", his words were hard but his voice was a different tone. Humorous. He dropped my hand and the sudden forced activity in my shoulder made me hiss in pain. He looked me up and down, eyes staying a bit longer on the bruises on my legs. He opened his full lips half way, something passing by his mouth. For a second i thought he was going to add something but instead he pursed his lips together and turned his back against me. That was the end of our short conversation i supposed. Like walking over glass i sneaked to one of the cupboards, lifting down a cup and moving back to the coffee machine.
Tank's presence in the room was intimidating me. I held my breath as if i was a kid playing hide and seek. My heart was pounding so hard that my body must think i was being chased. But i was still, in a kitchen with a mug tightly clutched to my chest. I gulped down the loud breath threatening to escape as i started pouring the coffee. I watched the coal pitch black liquid swapping up the side of the mug, mesmerized by something so simple. I tried no to shake too much when i put the can of coffee back, feeling tanks hot eyes on me. "What's your name?", the sudden question startled me to the very core. I was surprised i didn't drop the mug. "Y/n", i had my back against him. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing how nervous i was. He hummed, either in a positive manner or mocking my name. It was hard to tell. "So.. you're going to go home and roll your thumbs and sign petitions now?", i got the sense that his statement was a subtle way of throwing me out. I pursed my lips, knowing deep down he was making fun of me. For not being able to protest.
Fuck him
"I'm going to protest", I sipped the coffee, enjoying the warm bitter taste on my tongue. I heard him sign "yeah, Riot guessed you would say that". I couldn't hold back the aggressive blush at the mention of Riot, glad that Tank couldn't see my face. I needed to see Riot again. I needed to touch him again. I suppressed the warmth rising in my chest with another hot gulp of the beverage in my hands.
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"Where's Riot?", i tried to sound nonchalant, as if my heart wasn't currently pounding violently. I could already see the protests in the distance as i pulled up the ski mask a bit so i could get a good breath. Tank was moving next to me, large as ever. I looked so ridiculously small, pathetic next to him that it made me angry. "He's on another protest, we move protests by following a schedule. We can't be seen together. Do you know what that means?", his question caught me off guard. I zipped up my thick hoodie enough to cover the last piece of visible skin. "Um", i didn't really even understand his question. "Hey", he snapped and grasped my chin to roughly turn my head to his direction. He had to lower down to talk down my face "Since Riot can't be here to babysit you, he left you to me. I'm going to actually make a change, and you sit still and quiet and don't make a sound, capish?". I lifted my head to strain against his grasp "doesn't that work towards the whole point of protesting. Stay quiet? You're not taking away my voice to fight the power i hope? Tank". I pushed his name past my lips as if it was a curse word. He stayed quiet for so long i started regretting my words, thinking of ways to save myself. He dropped his hand, wiping his helmet "watch it, baby". I knew deep down he was simply referring to the fact that he was babysitting me, but the nickname made a wave of heat creep over my body. I had to run to keep up with Tanks longs legs, ignoring the familiar feelings rising in my body. I did not have time for that.
Some time had passed. The police had put up a good defense even if the protester won over them in numbers. My number one priority? was first: protest for the rights of black lives. Second?, proving to Tank i could protest. In the beginning i had stayed pretty close to him but i had thickened the distance when i realized that his area was far too difficult for a riot beginner. Instead i had moved to the first aid hut placed in the center where new protesters was rushed by minutes. I didn't know much about rioting but knew one or another thing about taking care of wounds. So after an hour of pouring milk down tear gassed throats and stopping flowing blood from busted noses, i had forgotten all about Tank. Well, until he was limping over to the hut. One hand tightly grasped around his forearm. Despite all our previous painful words i rushed over to him.
"Shut up", he mumbled before i could even get a word out. Annoyed i pushed him down a bench with a huff. Then, with more care then he deserved, i slowly intertwined our hands in order to lift his hesitant hand from the wound. I tried to ignore the horrific sight of the left remains of a crushed glass bottle in the blood splattered wound. I didn't even notice i let our hands stay intertwined, maybe because the gloves hid his body warmth. But he noticed, his eyes stayed on our hands in his lap the entire time. Every time i pulled out a glass shart he hissed and tightened his grip on my hand. I couldn't hold back the two rapid heartbeats rising. Something about the closeness, yet the distance between me and Tank was..... interesting to say at least.
"There", i mumbled, softer then i had ever been to him. He didn't curse at me, or make an unpleasant noise. He stayed quiet as our fingers slowly fell apart. I wondered what face he was making underneath the mask. Was he angry? Upset? Happy?. In my mind, he was half smirking. But i had been wrong many many times before.
I turned my head when there was loud yelling behind us. A police officer was hovering over the medics i had worked side by side with today. "You have no right to be here", the pig spit, using his body frame to intimidate the smaller black women in front of him. His height didn't scare me, i mean i had spent the night over at two extremely large mens house. "Hey!", i didn't realize it was my own voice until i saw heads turning my directions. I could feel Tank fumbling out his hand to hold be back but i had already moved across the asphalt in long steps. "We're not protesting. We're helping people, that's not illegal. We're not blocking any roads.Sir", i knew everyone in the crowd could hear the venom behind my words. The cop looked stressed, he was sweating like a scorched pig. "Listen here, girl", he grunted "i suggest you take a step back". I fought the urge to smile, knowing it would infuriate him even more. I looked down at our shoes before lifting my head to meet his eyes, mostly for dramatic effect. "Or what?", i bit my lips hesitantly.
Well it was the last thing i had time to do before the hardback of the baton was flying down my side. I doubled over, groaning in pain. But i didn't have time to feel sorry for myself. I saw in the corner of my eye how the police lifted his baton once again. Before thinking it over i grasped the baton mid air, ignoring the burning sensation in my hand and muscle tissue. The police face fell, but my lifted. In the gods. With the force i didn't know i had, i pushed down his own hand to his face, the baton knocking him out cold. He slumped down in a pile beneath me. The hoards of people around me was yelling in harmonie, it was like gospel to my ears. Hand clapping, boots stomping. Tank was on my side in time for another pair of claps. But the tight grip on my arm was threatening. I gulped down the rising anxiety. I had just attacked a cop. Attackled a officer. Me, who cannot kill a bug. "Lets go", Tank growled and pulled me hard to his side.
The whole shower fiasco with the symbiote left you shaking and embarrassed. Riot didn’t go any further than making you touch your boobs, but the realization that he could control you if he so desired left you shaken. You had threatened to find a way to remove him from you leading to him assuring you that he wouldn’t do it again. Unless you wanted him to. You sigh loudly and the person on the train next to you gave you a look, but went back to their cell phone.
The train pulled to a stop and the doors opened. You got out, heading up the stairs and onto the streets. Riot told you from this point you would have to call a cab. It was an hour there on foot and that was not something you wanted to do. You pulled out your phone and called a Uber.
You got out of the car and gazed up at the building before you.
“Are you sure this is the place?”
You stood before a grand building that looked like it cost more than your life. Some of the walls were made purely out of glass and it was so white. You nervously bit your lip and shifted your feet.
“Yes, I can smell their scent, it leads here.”
Confident in Riot’s ability, you step into the massive building. You are greeted by an open-spaced lobby, lightly decorated with house plants and cushioned benches. In the center of it all is a modern desk where a stoic, but kind-looking woman sits. She greets your presence with a ‘hello, how can I help you?’. You bit your lip again, a nervous habit. You nodded in response and walked to the counter to speak with her.
“Um, I’m looking for a Carlton Drake? I was told he could help me.” You made eye contact with the woman before looking at the many pamphlets scattered around on the pristine countertop. The woman gave you a kind smile.
“Are you here for the volunteer work?”
“Say yes.” Riot advised.
“Yes, ma’am.” She nodded, typing a few things into her computer.
“Ok, I’m going to need your information to run a background test. After that I have a few liability waivers for you to sign.” Liability waivers? Why would you need those? Probably because of the illegal experiments you heard about.
“These humans are vile, they attacked us, kidnapped us, and now experiments? We are no animals!” Riot was pissed, you could feel his anger vibrating within you until it became your own. You had to help him get his brethren away from this vile place.
So you give her your information and sign off on any of the forms she hands you. Then you’re told to come back tomorrow to begin your work. You nod, snatching a few pamphlets before you leave.
“I’m just as pissed as you. Experimentation on living beings who can think for themselves? Why would they do such a thing? These people are awful.” Just then a siren sounds from the building behind you - screeching. It has you gripping your head in pain, to the point where you were almost on the ground from how bad it hurt. You were confused as well - loud noises never bothered you before.
“My species is sensitive to -” Riot pauses, your form is vibrating and you can feel the symbiote emerging on your skin. “- loud sounds. It weakens us. We need to leave this area immediately!”
You couldn’t agree more. Taking off down the street, you ran until you could no longer hear the sirens. You were panting hard from the effort - bent over with your hands on your knees, gulping in sweet oxygen. You were just beginning to stand up when something hard crashed into you, sending you and the other person to the ground. You groaned in pain. Your head had hit the concrete hard and was now throbbing, though the feeling went away quickly.
“Get this nasty human off us!” Riot demanded in your head. You wanted this person off as well, but they were heavy.
“I’m so sorry! I was in a rush and wasn’t watchi- “ The man above you paused as your eyes connected and you could feel Riot surfacing. “You - ah! Sorry but I have to go!” And with that he was off you and sprinting down the street once more.
“What was that?” You asked to yourself and the symbiote in you. He was silent. You were about to ask again when he spoke up.
“That man. He is bonded with one of my species.” So he was like you? Stuck with an alien para- “Do not finish that thought or I will eat you from the inside out.”
“Okay, jeez. No need to be so hostile.” You stood up finally and brushed yourself off. “Now what do we do?”
“Follow that man. I need to talk to Venom.” You assumed Venom was the name of the symbiote in that man. You sighed. More running. Yay.
* The most understanding and at the same time annoying symbiote. Sharing the body with him, let's say, is not a dangerous business, from the second time. You just need to know that you are no longer alone, there is literally a "living" creature in your body that chose you.
* Venom is not inherently hostile, although he is smart in his own way and has other thoughts, unless they come at the expense of yours. Jokes and straightforwardness of words, completely to his character. You don't know why Venom chose to behave this way.
Maybe this is a frequent change of the owner, who had the same temperament?
Unknown.
* Although the humor, which is witty enough, makes you laugh until he wants to "Devour".
Riot
* He chose you only because you didn't scream when you heard someone else's voice in your head. Riot had no choice but to stay with you.
The previous owner died while trying to fly to another planet, there was no point in moving on, because all people and in principle the creatures in which he possessed were not as indifferent as you.
* You live with him and it's not that problematic. Riot is quite serious about some things, anything he doesn't know he considers a threat or something primitive if he finds out what it is. His train of thought is sometimes cruel compared to yours, but you somehow manage to convince him of the opposite and not show your essence so harshly in front of people.
* Everything is complicated with Nutrition. Of course, Riot likes chocolate, but only a certain one. In the absence of this specimen, it will require people, but not animals.
Carnage
* You will have to suffer with this symbiote. Bloodthirsty and violent. Sharp and merciless. Carnage is the complete opposite of all those symbiotes that are higher. In any case, you are trying to calm him down with all your nerves and strength. The most offensive thing is that he did not even feel this leap in you and simply restored the body for himself.
* You were just unlucky with the meeting. Especially with him. Carnage was able to survive as Venom absorbed it back. The part that remained under the ruins penetrated into you. All the thoughts that filled your brain required one thing. Massacres and food. And it was not easy for you to stop such a flow. Carnage was and is a persistent symbiote, he blackmails and threatens you if you don't do what he wants.
* In case of disobedience, it will definitely touch some nerve in your brain to fulfill its whims.
If you have time,could you do Riot x reader,Hes my fav but i cant find many fics about him. So If you can,could you wrote a fic about him x reader
Mabey spicy too
Hello 👀
| RIOT X READER | - 18+?
╰┈➤ Warning: English is not my first language
Losing control over yourself when something else forces you to feel like a rag doll is actually terrifying and thrilling. Rough tentacles bound you tightly, but not with enough strength to feel your bones crack. No, that would be too much.
You stay silent and struggle, trying to show that you do not want to participate in his interrogation. His words penetrate your already exhausted mind like poison. His dominant tone sends chills down your spine. No matter how hard you try to suppress Riot inside yourself, saying a simple "Shut up" quickly responds with pain inside.
Sharp and sudden, the kind that makes you want to choke once and for all. Smoothing over your guilt in front of him is the same as offering a piece of meat to a predator acting on instinct.
His every movement is firm and precise. The substance wrapped around your neck while the other appendages pressed you against the wall. Your pathetic state forced him to come out. To show himself and his terrifying, by your words, body. He did not object, he used it. Riot knew he looked like a predator, not like some alien creature with ideal proportions, but like a true extraterrestrial whose intentions were never good.
Your gaze drifted away from him, his white-milky eyes frightened you, and his sharp teeth only brought horror. No matter how hard you tried to resist, Riot is stronger. The growling only intensified with every attempt to make a single move against his will. Your symbiote suppressed you, humiliated you, and irritated you. He just lives inside you, feeding on your screams every day. You were ready to throw yourself under a car just to not hear his voice anymore.
The gray tentacles slid across your skin, going lower and lower. You thought of nothing except stopping all of this, but Riot did not think so.
Your body gave true signals unlike your emotions. The heat grew on its own, even in front of his incomplete form. You gave yourself away with every passing second and moaned when his grip tightened. He loves to command. He loves to dominate. How much pain he brought you and also took away when he penetrated under your clothes. You never asked him for this, you wanted to find a chance to pull him out of yourself. Burn him, anything.
Your only mistake was that your thoughts are the complete opposite of your true feeling toward his commands.
Authors note: since the first part was so short im just going to post this part right away! ps look at that pic, I KNOW HE PACKING
"I'm riot", his dreads bobbed when he raised his head to look at me. I was returned to the couch by Tank, who left shortly after. "Riot", i raised an eyebrow "Really? Riot and Tank?". He made a muffled noise which i suspected was a chuckle "we like to keep our identities hidden from the authorities". I let out a "oh" before trying on a smile "My name is y/n". Then i fell quiet. Had i hidden my identity? The previous hours seemed dimmed and blurry. We both sat still and silent, watching each others like preys and predators. Who was going to say something. It turned out to be riot. "You should take a shower and i can wash your clothes, get off all the cs particles", he let out an inviting hand which i had no other choice but to grab. I knew damn well i couldn't get up on my own. "I-i", i looked down at my feet "I hate to ask this but, but could you help me?". I promised that if he didn't still have his helmet on he would raise an eyebrow. "I can't stand on my own", i tried to ignore how close his body was "i dont think i'm capable of showering". He chuckled, probably directed at me and not with me "you want help?". I could feel a brush threatening "shut up". I joined the laugh creeping behind the mask as he somehow nodded "il help, no worries".
I was stripped down to my underwear, hands nervously fumbling with the last of my clothing. Riot was sitting on top of the toilet, leaned against the wall behind him. I felt his burning eyes stroking my body from behind his helmet. For a polite guy with manners he wasn't scared to let me know he was watching me in my privacy. "So", i needed to break the silent desperately "what do you look like under the mask?". He stood still, didn't move a muscle. I for a second thought he simply did not hear me but then he lifted both his huge hands and clicked the sides of the helmet. i could feel my heartbeat beating so hard i could've sworn i felt my ribs shattering. He slowly lifted the helmet revealing a handsome face. Dark mocha skin glistering in the sweat from the helmet. A well trimmed sculptured beard and a sudden hit of cologne was what i noticed first. Short after it was his caramel dark eyes moving up and down my body freely with no shame. Lips tucked in between cologne commercial worthy perl teeth. The thick dreads were tucked in a lazy pulled together ponytail at the low on his backhead.
Fuck, did he have to be that attractive. I was now more intimidated then before, but now for completely different reasons. This man? This ridiculously good looking man was going to help me shower. "Not what you thought i was going to look like?", he brought me back from my daydreams and i realized i had been silently watching him for too long. I quickly collected myself as i smiled embarrassed "to be honest, i don't even think i was expecting a human beneath". He chuckled and stood up with the helmet under his arm. "You can try to shower, call me if you need help", he turned his backside to me to finally give me the privacy i needed. Relieved i dragged of the last clothing protecting my "innocence" as i on dangerously shaky legs moved my way into the shower. After a few thoughtful seconds of figuring out the controls i turned the knob. Crystal clear warm water started to stroke down my bruised back. I moaned quietly, in a mix of pain and pleasure of finally getting the tear gas of my body. I watch the water return down the drain mixed with dirt and what i hope wasn't blood. I had to keep the hand on the side of the shower, similar to an old lady, to keep myself from losing grip of the ground. When i felt my body being remotely clean i reached out for the schampo but groaned in response. The pain aching in my shoulders kept me from rising my hand further then my hip. "You okay y/n?", hearing my name fall from his lips made a shudder go down my spine. I closed my eyes, cursing silently. This was so awkward. "Yes, sorry, could you help me?". I heard rumbling on the other side but when i heard the clasp of a belt the realisation clicked in. He was going to help me undressed. I wasn't exactly sure what i was expecting, but the thought of it made an excitement rush down my body. Another heartbeat starting beating, one i was desperate to keep calm. The shower drain was pulled to the side before i could cover my body. I kept my eyes on a strain, keeping them on his face. I needed to control myself. His body underneath the suit was huge as well. Everything on this man was huge. Fuckfuck. The heartbeat skipped a beat as a warmth startin radiating down my belly. Under control, right. I had to remind myself to keep myself from looking at it.
He seemed to have similar ideas as his eyes were only on mine, keeping themself from searching my body. "You needed help?", he asked as he took another step into the shower, shutting the curtain behind him. His frame took up most of the shower, forcing our bodies to be closer than i would've chosen. "Y-yes", i stuttered and gulped down the insecurities creeping up "i can't wash out my hair, my arms can barely move above my body". He nodded as if i had given him an order as he struck out his well sculpted arm. It moved over my head, reminding me once again of our height difference, and grabbed the shampoo bottle.I held my breath as he lowered his palms filled with glistering white schampo down into the roots of my hair. I kept myself from shivering when his fingertips touched my scalp. Slowly he started massaging it down into my wet hair and without really thinking about it i leaned into his touch. His fingertips were slipping between my strands of hair, over my sensitive skin. My mouth fell open in a O when he applied pressure, pushing all the right spots. When he brushed by an aching placed hidden behind my ear i let out a quiet whimper. I shot my eyes open in surprise to catch his reaction to my outburst. His eyelashes were heavy of waterdrops, and the eyes seemed darker than before. My mouth fell open on instinct once again when he pushed his tips against the same spot without missing a beat. This whimper was harder to hold back when he slipped multiple fingers over the same spot. It was like pulling a switch. Suddenly my hair was pulled back in a hard grip, angled up at his down leaned figure. He pressed his soft lips hard against mine. Desperately, i moaned into his touch. I moved my lips together with him, like it was rehearsed. His tongue slipped between my swollen lips, exploring my mouth like it was the best thing he ever tasted. He moved his angle, pushing me up the wet tile behind me. My lips wrapped around his wet strong tongue sucking teasley, a trick i learned in high school. He groaned in response, two of his hands slipping down the sides of my body. In the heat of the moment, he still took it slow and careful with my bruised body in mind. He looked at me for approval when he grasped my thighs and wrapped them around his hips. If i shifted my hips the slightest i would feel his member, but i fought the urge. Instead i wrapped my arms, the best i could without hurting them, around his neck. We seperated, catching our breaths. As i tried my best to regain control he started mouthing down the skin on my throat. I leaned back against the tile, giving him more access which he gladly took. He left hickeys and bite marks in the path up to my mouth again. Our tongues started dancing again and i enjoyed the hint of toothpaste and whiskey stinging in his breath. I didn't catch him slowly putting me down until i felt the familiar cold wet hard floor beneath me. I broke our kiss to look at him, puzzled at his actions. He scanned my body like if i was a work of art which made my insides scorching hot. His long finger was wrapped lazily around my neck, letting his thumb follow the marks he left. He then lost all contact with my body which i whined in response. I saw him holding his serious demander and holding back the smile twitching in the corner of his full lips. "Turn around", he muttered underneath his breath as he swiped his own lip with the tip of his thumb. Breathless, pacing over what his next move was, i obligated. I placed my hands on the tile, closing my eyes. I heard him moving behind me, inspecting my new position. I felt his burning hot eyes on my backside before he finally took a step forward. I let out a embarrassing moan when i felt his hot and heavy member pressed up against my cheeks. He quickly wrapped a hand around my mouth but not applying pressure. A warning more then a threat. "You have to keep quiet or Tank is going to hear", he whispered in my ear as his hot breath against my neck lifted the hairs on my arms. His words made another shock of excitement go through my body. I nipped at the inside of his hand, not bothering to answer.
The hand that wasn't clamped over my mouth moved down my spine. His finger stroked the skin, getting closer and closer to where i wanted him. As if to motion him lower i arched my back, pressing my ass hard against his member. He growled and bucked up between my cheeks. His hand slipped between our bodies, distancing his cock from my pounding heat. I tensed up when his fingers brushed against the rim of my hole before he moved down. His ring and middle finger slowly stroked between my wet lips stopping right before my clitoris before moving back. "Riot", i whispered with closed eyes against his hand. "Hmm?", he was mocking me, his breath heavy next to my shivering shoulder. He now completely stopped touching my pussy and dragged it to my inside thighs instead. He prickled lightly over the skin, up and down. So close yet so far.
Pissed off, at his constant teasing i moved my hand backwards and found his member. I gripped the base tightly in which he hissed. "Good boy", i teased back as I moved my head just enough to suck down three fingers from the hand covering my mouth. "Shut up", he muttered and grasped the hand around him and placed it on the small of my back. But, he kept the fingers in my mouth, figuring it would keep me quiet. He finally moved his fingers back into my second heartbeat and started slowly moving the tips in circles. I whined around his finger in appreciation, and sucked down harder. "Fuck", he muttered before slipping a finger inside. I clamped down on it, happy to finally be filled with anything. "Fuck", he repeated, louder as he moved his finger in a painfully slow rhythm. "Riot", i moaned out, bucking back at his finger "if you don't go faster i will go and fuck Tank instead".
Apparently, a sensitive spot. He growled deep in his throat as he added another finger and started slamming them hard into me. His fingertips brushed against a good spot and my head fell back onto his shoulder. He dragged the fingers out of my mouth with a pop, and let them go down to rub my clit in a forceful pace. Now, filled with two huge fingers and a fast rate i was gasping low down in my throat. "Quiet", he whispered before biting down my neck. It was the final strike. I let out a breathless scream, so deep in my dry throat nothing came out. Ecstasy filled to the brim in every nerv as my walls contracted down onto his fingers which returned to a sloppy rate. The steam set ceiling become smattered with white stars. He rides out my orgasm, until my knees went weak. If i could barely stand before, it was damn near impossible now. "Okay baby", he smattered kisses down the bite marks on my neck "let me take care of you".
Authors note: I am in love with the protesting spec ops guys soooo, heres a little something. Hope you like
I raised my tear gassed eyes, trying to take in my surroundings. The ringing in my ears was pounding so hard i could've swore it made the ground around me shake under my scraped up palms. All i could make out in front of me was blurry fronts of people running fot their life. Well one figure wasn't moving, even though smoke was devouring him. His huge frame, seeming to stretch for 7 feet clothed in military level protection gear, bended forward to pick up the hand smoke grenades flying his directions. He grasped it in one go and sent it twirling in the police force directions. I could hear stressed calls from the other side as the man seemed to take a few steps back. His stance was in defense, ready to catch more grenades.
"Hey girl! You gotta move", i could barely make out the slurred calls from behind when the ringing in my ears was getting worse. The man in front of me threw a look behind him to see what the fuss was about when he caught my eye. Well i suppose it was his eye, it was hard making out behind the spec ops mask over his face. Before i could open my mouth he was rushing over at me. Even if his figure seemed miles away it was right in front of me in a few steps thanks to his huge legs. "Move", the masculine voice was muffled by the mask but i could still make out the tint of annoyance. Finally i realized my surroundings. The shock and adrenaline rushed off and i could feel the pain moving similar to a fog across my slumped body. I groaned as i rasped my palms against the rough asphalt. The man made a huff as he grasped my arms in a hard grip, so hard i bet it would bruise more than the impact of the ground. "Move", he repeated through gritted teeth as he in ease lifted me up on wobbly legs. I nodded, deciding it was best to obligate him. He gave me one last glance before he let go of my arm. It was a miracle that my legs not only did not give in, but also successfully carried me away from the scene.
When i assumed i was safe, behind a car down the street, i slid down the wheels. I ignored the burn of the rubber on my back. I couldn't really tell if the tears moving down my red cheeks were from the cs particles inbred in my eyes or the pain of the rubber bullet shot at my back right by my spine. I supported my head on the car behind me. Fuck, i knew i should've stayed at home.
"The protests that at first was peaceful, has quickly turned into a planned attack against the police. The hoards of thugs are breaking into stores, burning down buildings and starting riots against the police force. Please help inform the authorities if you are aware of any neighbours or fellows who are taking place in the violent riot-", i rolled my eyes and turned of the TV. The media was once again doing what they do best, cherry pick. They had of course refused to inform the public of the violent and unnecessary procedures the police had taken. Given a women miscarriage, massed a child, crushed an old man's skull. The sudden wave of rage rolling through my body was used to throw the remote down at the couch. I had done the most like signed petitions, donated what i could afford, spoken out on social media and spread awareness. But i felt useless, like i wasn't doing a real change. I was watching the revolution from the shadows, quiet and invisible. I knew the danger of rioting, especially for someone who knew nothing of it. But they were out there, doing something more than rolling their thumbs. I wasn't a violent person, never been, but watching the oppression on black neighbours, friends, fellows had my head boiling. In a moment, i decided. i was going to stop rolling my thumbs, i was going to do a change. Without a second thought i started to collect necessaries like face covers and water. Then i left the house in a hurry, something i would come to regret later.
The pictures passing by my brain came in distance, like watching an old picture movie. First the ground swinging below me. then came the image of a chest pressed against my body, then came the darkening sky above me. But then i decided to close out my surroundings, the pounding headache stopping me from truly understanding my situation.
Next time my eyes were opening, well the best they could from the tear gas glueng my eyelids together, i was in a unfamiliar room. White walls, blue couch, spinning fan. Boring room. Not mine. I furrowed my eyebrows when the panic finally settled in. Where was i?
Kidnapped? possibly
I tried my best to sit up but the pain suddenly shooting down my spine made me slouch back in my previous position. I couldn't tell if the almost too soft couch under me was making the pain worse or better. "Good, your awake", a masculine voice boomed through the room. I whimpered in defeat as i realized i could hardly speak or move away from my kidnapper. "Hey! hey", the owner of the voice finally came in view "your pretty scratched up, please take it ease". The man was familiar, begging to be remembered in the back of my head. Another Second passed before i realized who stood in front of me. The man from earlier, who threw grenades back at the police. He was even more intimidating shadowing over my smaller body on the couch, still fully dressed in his protections gear. This time around, in less blurry circumstances i noticed long brown dreads stretching down the side of his front. huh
"You were the one that threw grenades at the police" my voice came out so dry i barely noticed it myself. I could see my pathetic self in the reflection of his bruised helmet. "That was me", another man stepped forward, dressed in almost identical protection as the man. This one, somehow equally tall but without dreads. I tensed up at his tone, evidence of annoyance visible behind it. "What were you thinking? huh?", he leaned down closer to be making me feel possibly shorter than before "showing up completely unprepared for a protest, no protection or gear. What did you think would happen?". It felt like i was being scolded as a child. I dropped my attention to the floor, blocking out his hard voice. I had the habit of crying when getting angry or pretty much experiencing any human emotion whatsoever. "Hey!", a softer voice from the other male "Tank, take it easy on her". Tank? What kinda fucking name was that?. I was getting noticeably angry, as i felt the tears starting to rise. Tank was right, i was stupid and reckless. I should've prepared, done my research. I was completely out of my field compared to these guys that seems like professionals. Possibly trained.
i had to get out of here, away from these guys. Away from the scolding. Despise the rush of adrenaline, the pain when i tried to stand up made me cry out. Both of the men rushed over to me as if in a shared instinct. the guy that wasn't tank reached out for my arm but i moved against the screaming of my brain. In a rushed other try i got up on wobbly legs. One step, fuck fuck fuck. Sweat coarsed down my skin from the strength every step took. But before i even had a chance of reaching the door it was covered by a huge frame. Tank. Motherfucker. Tears were prickeling from the overwhelment of everything. Pain, shame, exhaustion.
"Get out of my way", i said through teeth so gritted they were squeaking against each other. He huffed annoyed and before i knew the word of it he had literally swept me of my feet. i couldn't stop the violently rising blush from being carried bridal style by a stranger. "You're not getting away that easy", he muttered and defeated, i relaxed my body in his arms.
