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knullanon · 1 year

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REDO: Symbiotes being assholes Part 2

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

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

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

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

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“________?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe you could even talk him into letting you outside.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry for what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why are you so stressed?”

“About what?”

“This whole thing. Is someone after you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you done with your m-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BONUS:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It's gonna be me and Toxin."

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

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

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

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yezzpadnpet · 3 months

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Venom y Eddie yanderes memes!.

Tom: Sighs "Ah, what a nice day. Nothing can ruin it!

Eddie and Venom with the plan to kidnap him up their asses: ...

Eddie when the plan to marry Anne was ruined:

No one, absolutely no one, yandere Eddie when he gets the chance:

Tom after doing his police job, getting injured, seeing how the criminal who hurt him appears dead:

Tom: "That's weird, I just ran into that guy."

Venom yandere stopping chewing to start doing it faster and Eddie yandere insists that he do it faster, before Tom realizes.

Tom seeing his traumas:

#yandere eddie brock #venom x reader #venom and eddie #yandere x oc #yandere #yandere x you #male yandere #yandere venom x reader #yandere eddie brock x reader

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yandereaffections · 11 months

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Can I get a yan!Eddie Brock with an s/o who can't die. Like they die and then their body heals itself and they get back up and just take a shower to wash off the blood. Please~

Venom strangely enough could sense an abnormality in you, one that they didn't think to make clear to Eddie beforehand. So imagine Eddie's distress, focusing himself out of the venom facade running up to your limp body screaming, begging desperately for you to be alive, stay alive listen to his pleads and wrap your arms as tightly around him as he is you.

Few minutes pass of venom being emotionally shoved into a corner of his distressed mind and your body putting itself back together and suddenly Eddie feels your heart beat against his own. Tear pooled up eyes meet his baby's and suddenly his racing thoughts stops, absolute silence as you laugh awkwardly, not sure how to explain whats happening to your heart broken man. Venoms voice booms against the walls of his mind "I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING OFF WITH THIS ONE"

Eddie won't forgive you for the longest of times but venom demands his favorite human's presence constantly so you'll be forced to sit through the tension he creates. You'll scare him every time your body takes the normal deathly amount of damage, maybe the second time around Eddie will stubbornly refuse to check on you but god seeing his babies lifeless eyes won't ever not strike fear in his heart

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yandere-kokeshi · 9 months

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Yandere Miguel and Miles with a gn darling who's hosting Venom

Warnings: yandere behavior

A/N: this was requested but I accidentally deleted it. To whomever sent this on anon, please enjoy :)

Miguel O’Hara:

Miguel likely finds out pretty quickly about Venom, seeing you sweat profusely and talking to yourself was a huge giveaway.

But he also used his free time to use his tech to find out about your ‘Spiderverse’, therefore, witnessing video/and photo evidence of Venom. The minute he comes to you, he’s in your face, inquiring about the so-called symbiote, which leads to you confessing about Venom.

He’s a bit impressed by Venom’s uniqueness. Finding the black liquid wraps around your figure, transforming you into something abnormal isn’t an everyday thing you see. Which leads to him asking a bunch of questions, especially about how their voice works.

Dating you and Venom was quite hard at the beginning. Not only did his spider senses go off constantly — but the parasite teased him often; sticking out its tongue from behind your back whenever you turned around to do things.

At first, Miguel will try to find a ‘cure’ for you, wanting to get rid of the damn parasite. He viewed them as nothing but a pawn in a pack, using your body as it pleases. But the more he watched you laugh, getting comforted by the symbiote whenever Miguel wasn’t there, or getting along with it, he realized it was a part of you; just like how he’s part spider.

As much as he hates to state it, he appreciates how Venom can protect you. While Miguel would prefer to be in control, protecting the only family he has left, he’s relieved Venom can easily take over your body — directing you away from the danger or taking care of the problem itself without you being involved.

Speaking of Venom being in full form, the first time Miguel witnessed them taking over your body - its tongue and sharp teeth expanding, the dark voice shaking the ground, he was… surprised. He stared up at Venom, before cursing them out, demanding they bring you back, but due to Venom’s humor, Miguel was annoyed with their teasing.

Both of them don’t get along well, but they have times with bonding, something in common which is their protectiveness and possessiveness towards you. At some point, they may become competitive against each other but in all, they both work together when it comes to making sure you stay as theirs.

Venom loves to tease the hell out of Miguel, touching him whenever the two of you are holding hands or hugging him. Sometimes, the symbiote will pop out and try to scare the man on purpose.

Miguel often wants to strangle the damn symbiote and will angrily laugh when they get upset at him when he calls them a parasite or alien. At this point, he will purposely nickname that but will stop if you say so, but expect no apologies.

The strictest about Venom listening to the rules Miguel places out — hence the talk of: “No eating people”. This also involves getting aggressive and setting boundaries with the damn alien, going as far to threaten to take them out himself.

Isn’t afraid of using vibrations and intense heat to get the symbiote out of you if they become too bloodthirsty within a fight.

Miles Morales:

At first, Miles thought you were ‘sick’, at times taking it as one of your quirks as you constantly whispered to yourself and often bought a bunch of chocolate to a point where it was unhealthy.

Sure, he commented about the chocolate. Always suggesting you should eat something healthier. But it was you. So he took your answer and often didn't question it again.

He figures out your situation when the two of you were on a date and a band nearby was playing, making you cover your ears, Miles could see you were in pain; worry covering his face as he moved you to somewhere quietly, which leads to you telling about your buddy.

At first, he was confused at your words, worrying you’d lost it, but when a mass of black blob came out of your shoulder, revealing terrifying teeth and white eyes, he freaked out.

Getting him to calm down was a bit troubling, but soon after explaining about Venom and how you two bond, Miles… is pretty nonchalant about it surprisingly. He nods along, often looking at Venom fearfully before asking normal questions.

Miles has a sketchbook dedicated to you and Venom. Almost every page is drawn in extreme details of you being transformed, your smile, and Venom’s tentacles appearing on your body.

While dating you, he’s grown to Venom’s constant interruptions in the conversations, talking to the both of you and often ignoring their teasing. Eventually, he’s grown to be braver on comebacks to the damn symbiote, laughing and smiling cockily when they get ‘offended’.

The time Miles witnesses you being transformed into a giant abnormal figure with terrifying teeth, he fears for a second — but slightly calmed down when Venom tells him it’s them and that you’re fine. The moment you turn back into yourself, he quickly interrupts your apology with a quick hug.

Venom loves to tease Miles. Whenever they catch him staring at you, they always call him a ‘lovesick idiot’ and ‘a doofus’.

Seeing Venom get aggressive, often itching for a fight worries him like a mother hen. He’s always the one to talk it out through Venom, often making them question their behavior and see what the consequences will do if they decide to continue.

Although your interesting ‘power’ intrigues and amazes him, he gets nervous around you, stating his worries about the symbiote possibly using you or waiting for the right time to consume you and many others. But, he’s learned that Venom is quite fond of you; wrapping their wraps around your figure when you sleep to make you more comfortable.

While he does worry occasionally, he's more prone to acknowledge and be okay with Venom; seeing them as a roommate which leads to Miles likeing Venom a lot.

While he does get irritated when they tease him too much, or say awakward things in public that he has to cover up with odd answers to people, he does appreciate how protective they are over you and him — often wrapping their tentacles with you when you hug or kiss him. He likes it when they curl around into cuddle sessions, their wraps covering you both as you two asleep.

They both work together, often in protecting you. Not only does Venom likes the way of Miles thinking but, Miles appreciates the help in making sure people get what they deserve from looking at you weirdly.

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i-cant-sing · 10 months

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Had an ideas, what about a Yandere Miguel with a reader who has the symbiote suit and they fight each other over you.

What like Venom? I mean yeah, they would definitely fight over u. A lot. Miguel fights because you're his daughter, a human- doesnt even matter if you're from another dimension, you should be with him and not with the alien killing machine. Venom fights because he doesnt wanna share u with anyone, much less with a man who's claiming to be ur father but is really just a vampire who yells way too loudly and you're getting scared too- he can feel it!!

Meanwhile reader doesnt wanna be with either, but cant escape from Venom (cause he'd rather pull your organs out so that he's the only thing keeping u alive) and cant get away from Miguel either because he keeps finding ways to hold u and Venom in a cell.

And its always worse when the two of them just start bickering. You cant even eat lunch in silence without Venom coming out from your back and starting with Miguel about how he cant cook or whatever shit and Miguel takes it personally when someone insults his cooking, adding more fuel to the fire when u dont finish your plate (Venom wouldn't let u, he was holding your hand back).

#yandere miguel o'hara #yandere miguel x reader #yandere venom

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jung-shook-iieee · 1 year

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3:15 | JJK

⊶ pairing : jungkook x venom x reader. (f)

⊶ Warnings : cw: 18+ , alien sex? Not technically lol, unprotected sex, creampies, size difference, size kink, belly bulge, stalking, mention of eating people.. Yikes *, overstimulation.

⊶ Word count : 1.4k

" Jungkook and venom really likes you. "

⊶ A/N : venom is scary. Isn't he? 👀

⊶ A/N2 : don't ask me why I wrote this I mean i was just watching an edit of jk x venom and in the next few moment I started writing this. Hehe :)

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Jungkook and his alien buddy aka venom doesn't know if that is love.

They only know that you make their heart beats fast every time they see you; they know that their palms start to sweat when they watch you smile at men who are not them; they both know why their stomach stops growling when your eyes meet by sheer coincidence and they know their cocks gets hard when they silently watch you sleep, hiding in the darkness of your bedroom.

Even though jungkook's body accepted the symbiote but still venom needed permission from his higher ups to stay here a bit longer.

You won't believe how strongly jungkook and the symbiote had built their relationship over a short period of time. They were one after all.

They both followed you around town while you ran errands in that nice short sundress and picturing how you were wearing nothing underneath. They would learned the streets and routes you took when you went out shopping with your friends, the stores you liked best, the dishes you preferred to eat when you went out to lunch with them, the drinks you loved to sip on warm afternoons. They watched as you turned away men who approached you on the way home, the ones who whistled at you - and wasn't it quite mysterious why those men disappeared the next day?

And there's no way you would know that the symbiote ate them alive after you left. Right? :)

And they weren't always this crazy about you. They weren't even aware of your existence until that day. The day when you were going home back and you were drunk, some old perverts tried to molest you. You surely did not remember them, but the moment jungkook laid his eyes on you he lost it, and so did venom. They helped you did not they? Venom munched on their livers in front of you and you weren't even scared of that..!! That's how they knew you were the one.

But jungkook did not wanted to take risk so he asked venom not to do something stupid, which might scare you away.

But then why in the middle of the night you feel yourself being dragged out of your bed by a strange presence??? It must be your dreams, those filthy dreams which can not be converted into reality right? But the grip on your hips were too strong to be a dream.

Jungkook sometimes fail to resist you, he's a human after all! and venom would only ignite his filthy thoughts about you , so they both sneak in your room and sometimes he let venom take control.....!!!!

Jungkook easily lifts you by the waist. he rips off your panties with his thick fingers, his chest is hard as he pulls you toward him, and a thick cock begins to rub between your folds.

"we're gonna make you feel so good princess. " Venom speaks inside jungkook's mind and jungkook mumbled a ' yes. '

" She's ours gguk, make her ours. " Venom growls over jungkook's shoulders, jungkook nodded his head, " She's mine, she's ours. "

it certainly can't be a dream, right? not when your cunt is completely soaked and jungkook starts hissing in frustration when his thick cock doesn't fit your tight slit.

your head falls back as the thick tip of his cock rubs between your slick folds and brushed against your nub.

" Just fuck her goddam kid. " Venom grumbles impatiently.

" Shut up V. We don't want to wake her up now. It's too risky. " Jungkook warned venom.

" Then let her see us, feel us. Let me out I'll take her. " Venom said impatiently inside jungkook's head. Jungkook knew you would not be able to take the symbiote for sure, he would have to prep you for that first.

" No we can't do that right now, fuck fine wait. " Jungkook frowned and he slammed his inside you making you whimper in your sleep. You arched your back and opened your mouth slightly.

"feels good, doesn't it, pretty baby?" Jungkook asks clutching your hips and using you like a fleshlight.

your sloppy cunt makes obscene noises as you are rocked back and forth, your nails scratch his thick arms, and as you reach the edge you gush onto his long shaft.

his chest slowly rises and falls, Beel feels so frustrated. your sweet cunt is too tight for his monstrous cock - damn it, by dint of grinding his head into your slit he'll end up cumming even before he has tasted your smooth walls.

" Ahh. Sto-p." you sob, looking between your thighs, with blurry eyes, slick of pre-cum mixed with your cream coats his huge cock, sliding over your thighs and down your legs.

" Don't stop gguk she's desperate for us. You cannot stop. " Jungkook nods and bites lower lip as started thrusting faster inside you.

Venom increased jungkook's dick size inside you and you can't get enough of it. Your eyes we're teary you could clearly make the difference between a dream and reality but you couldn't utter any word. You weren't pushing him away either and that made jungkook confused

Jungkook holds you firmly under your knees before spreading your legs wide and taking a deep breath. "you smell good and i'm sure you taste even better," he licks his lips before lining you up on his cock.

"Yes she smells divine jeon, the next time I'm eating her out till she faints. " Venom said over jungkook's shoulder. Jungkook only laughed at that.

his cock bullies its way into your slit. he stretches and spreads your cunt inch by inch. you cream when he's half inside, making his job easier.

You moan and cry out as his big hands hold you firmly, . his fat cock throbs inside your slit - in the darkness of the room you can glimpse the outline of his cock in your belly. it makes you feel dirty and aroused, being used as a toy by that creature or human as if you were made just to satisfy those huge, hungry beasts.

Jungkook knows venom is making his dick too big for you, but nothing can stop him, not now that your pretty pussy tightens around his fat girth. his cock throbs as he thrusts deep into it, his balls finally hitting your ass as he begins to bounce you on his veiny shaft.

he tosses you up and down on his veiny cock clutching you behind your knees, holding you wide open as you scream and cum - and he thrusts even deeper, making you come again and again.

" She's such a good girl," Venom murmurs in jungkook's ear as your legs dangle over his forearms. you could cum again just from the position, you're sure.

you become a doll in jungkook's arms as he uses you, bounces you up and down, licks and sucks your neck, murmurs in your ear before filling your belly with his sticky seed

there's so much of it. more and more, there seems to be no end. fills your belly and overflows from your cunt. his cum gushes from your slit even though his thick cock plugs it inside.

when he pulls it out, a pop echoes in your room.

your mixed cum slides out of you and he casually drops you on the mattress. shocked and still shaking you try to catch your breath, your spread pussy is aching, and your limbs are flabby as you slump onto the pillow and fall asleep exhausted.

They both admire the view huffing, venom would fuck you the next time he already made that decision.

They kissed you and cleaned you, though venom was persistent on leaving you like this so you could remember this but jungkook cleaned you nevertheless. He's a good guy isn't he?

Jungkook tucked you under the blanket and left with venom.

maybe you'll have a different dream this time or maybe you'll dream them again. Because, it was a dream after all, wasn't it?

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A/N 3 - do you guys like venom? I mean he's hot. 💀

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jessamine-rose · 9 months

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Hello I’m back on my BS~

My Yandere! Miguel O'Hara fics for context::

The Spider and the Fly ๑ Sunset ๑ Moonrise

It's time for my seasonal shitposting, so here are some memes based on my Yandere! Miguel O'Hara fics. Made with lots of love (^з^)-♡

For those who already read them, I hope these got a laugh out of you. And for potential new readers, may you cry over enjoy my version of Yandere! Miguel O'Hara and his darling =w=

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theres-a-body-here · 5 months

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Darling~

Miguel O'Hara x Male!reader

Part 1 | Part 2 |

It was utter mayhem inside the Spider-HQ.

One of the criminals being held in the lower prison block had escaped and gained access to the central interface and modified it.

Portals from across countless dimensions opened, allowing villains to enter into the headquarters.

Some Spiders fought single opponents while others faced multiple versions of the same villain. The air was thick with tension as each hero tried desperately to save themselves and their comrades from the assault.

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Miguel O'Hara stood tall like a lone wolf amidst a pack of ravenous predators. All communications within the building were being scrambled. He couldn't reach the others or Lyla.

With a defiant cry echoing through the corridors, he launched himself forward, using his enhanced agility to evade the clutches of several Scorpion variants.

Miguel was pissed to say the least, but he focuses that rage into determination as he traded blows with the criminals.

Once the last of them were knocked out cold, Miguel began to web sling towards the Go Home Machine to try and fix this mess.

However, as his adrenaline began to subside, Miguel felt a sharp pain in his right calf. He glanced down to see a large cut which was pulsating green.

One of the Scorpions must have got him during the fight, unnoticed by him. He cursed under his breath as he began to feel a burning throughout his body.

Miguel felt his grip on his web falter as he stopped swinging to plant his feet on solid ground. But the effects seemed to worsen as he fell into his knees, vision blurring.

Before Miguel could think of what to do next, he felt a brutal blow to his head as he was kicked a few feet away.

He let out a cry of pain as he cocked his head to see Tombstone, or at least a tombstone. Miguel tried to stand up, only to fall back down.

"Looky here," Alonzo sneered sarcastically. "Shit, I'm sure my alternate wouldn't mind if I squashed his problem for him. I know I sure as hell wouldn't."

Tombstone delivered another kick onto Miguel, this time aiming at his ribs. Miguel heard a crack as his world began to spin.

Once he refocused his sight, Miguel was on his back as Alonzo straddled him, wrapping his cold hands around his neck. Miguel tried his best to free himself, but the poison and Tombstone's vice-like strength was making it hard for him to even think.

As Miguel's vision began to blacken, he heard Tombstone laugh at him. "if you're anything like my Spider-Man, this is gonna be so very satisf-,"

Tombstone's words were cut shot as a black spike pierced through his chest. Miguel winced as Alonzo coughed out blood onto his mask.

The black spike seemingly liquified to wrap around Tombstone's chest like a tendril. And before he could react, it swung him into the ceiling with a sickening crack.

Miguel felt the cold air rush into his lungs as he began to cough and breathe heavily. He rubbed his throat as he watched Tombstone's body being slammed into the ground with such force that his head popped like a watermelon.

The black tendril retreated back to its user, slinking away under their clothes like a hidden blade.

Miguel felt his blood run cold at the sight of you. He weakly attempted to crawl away but his legs and arms wouldn't listen to his brain.

You watched Miguel writhe around in an attempt to escape with a faint frown. You were so certain he'd be grateful. You let out a sigh. Beggars can't be choosers. This sentimental moment was too golden for you to ruin it over something so small.

Your soft voice broke the silence. "Spider...," you seemed to rethink your words as you glance down at the lower levels, witnessing the other Spider-Men fighting villains.

"Our Spider-Man," you spoke in a whisper as your lips curled into a smile.

"Venom," Miguel snarled back.

#miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #miguel x reader #male!reader #yandere!reader #venom!reader #across the spiderverse #atsv miguel #atsv x reader #itsv x reader #male reader #villain!reader #miguel x you #miguel x y/n #spiderman #spiderman x reader

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onmyyan · 1 year

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Straight Venomous

Chap. 8

A/N: Okay here we go babes shout out to all you fine mfs reading this i see you also feedback is always appreciated and I hope you enjoy! 4,749 word count EDITED 1/11/2023

T/W: Yandere, cursing, mention of murder/eating people(its venom y'all), reader is afraid to eat at some point bec she thinks its poison(its not lmao)

It irked your very soul to admit it, but despite everything that lead you here, you couldn't be more comfortable.

The queen-sized bed seemed like it was made for you specifically, cradling against your body in a way that made it hard not to relax. Lavender and mint wafted subtly through the room so as to not overwhelm your senses, the floors could be heated/cooled depending on how you felt in the moment, and the stimuli weren't half bad either. Plenty of books, all scarily your favorites and or ones you'd been meaning to read, and the art supplies you'd forgotten during your escape from the old apartment had miraculously appeared in one of the drawers, a few succulents dangling from the ceiling gave the cozy space a breath of life.

Dreamy lighting from the bedside salt lamp paired with the cold breeze constantly pumping through the vents had time melding in this unrecognizable way. The only way you'd managed to tell time was even passing was Jason coming in with food.

You imagined your experience would be vastly different had you been truly connected with your extra-terrestrial friend- he was still somewhere in you there that much you could feel, only now it was like a wall was placed between you and Venom blocking all communication, it felt as if you'd been drugged or something, the haze in your head unnatural. You'd taken to eating the smallest amounts possible, figuring they were using the food to drug you.

Then there was that unending buzz thrumming throughout the air. You chalked it up to the air vent in the corner of the room constantly pumping out a cool breeze, It was mostly so annoying because of how feint it was. Just barely audible, only heard if you stopped breathing, the incessant noise made your head hurt if you focused on it too long.

It was the day after Jason's confession, you'd gotten shit sleep and woken up rightfully grumpy, all grogginess vanished from your body the moment you registered multiple humans staring at you from the opposite side of the glass.

You shot up with a start, backing against the corner of the bed, nearly scaling the wall with how harshly you pressed against it. "It's okay- I- we didn't mean to scare you, I knew we should have waited shit- it's okay sweetheart."

"These assholes just had to meet you." He offered a look of sympathy as You tried to process the three other men currently gawking. "Get any sleep at all last night?" Jason asked breaking the small tense silence that had fallen over your group, he set down a steaming mug in a small box, a door on either side of the glass.

Gathering yourself as best as You could, tentative steps were taken, and before he could close his side you were yanking on your handle.

"Nice try beastie." Robin said nearly pushing Jason aside as he waltzed over with that fucking grin, "Only one side opens at a time so you'll have to think of another way to be annoying." His hand gripped the handle with white knuckle force, his teeth bared in a mockery of a smile.

Your dreams of grabbing the closest one by their jacket and slamming them into the glass were quickly crushed by the taller male, you took the chance to truly observe him as the last time you met he hid his face. He stood tall, arms crossed in a permanent expression of annoyance, most frustrating thing had to be how pretty he was, copper skin and thick dark lashes were far too nice for such a douche, his tone just as bitter and angry as the last time you heard it.

You stuck your tongue out relishing in the little victory that was his scowl deepening. Jason nudged the smaller man aside to ask once more, "You didn't sleep at all did you?" He seemed to be waiting for something, his face twisted into the most aggravating expression of care, you sighed through your nose and opened the small door, instantly the scent of cinnamon and dulce wafted in the small space, you glared over the cup as you took a long, obnoxiously loud sip.

"Yeah well sorry if I found it sorta' hard to sleep in a fucking box. I'm not used to being a pet." Taking in all four of the men before you was jarring, to say the least.

There was Jason, whose stare made you feel a whole complex cocktail of emotions you weren't nearly equipped to deal with yet, then the man who introduced himself as Dick Grayson, the most visibly eager to be there and the last face you remember seeing at Arkham before everything went black and you woke up here.

He gave a happy little finger wave when your gaze met his.

Tim probably shocked you the most. A bewildered "Pretty boy?" escaped your lips without thought as he nearly buckled from the sound. His face flushed a deep cherry red, lips began to tremble and he had to pinch his thigh in order to force his brain to start working again.

"Hi stranger, long time no see huh?" He gave an expression far too sheepish and charming for his position and shyly looked away, deep brown eyes unable to stay off of you for longer than a few seconds.

Robin stood in his usual get up only this time sans mask. His glare was pointed. Emerald eyes blazing at you from across the glass in a way that had a smirk tugging at your lips. Clearly, someone was still a little tender about your last meeting.

"How's the back?" You tilted your head in mock sympathy earning another heated glare from the vigilante. Without skipping a beat he replied,

"How's the monster?" Instantly wiping any traces of amusement from your form. You met his glare with your own and huffed through your nose in an effort not to throw something.

It seemed like a new day, you'd awoken with a plan brewing in your noggin, since three out of the four were acting like lovestruck idiots you'd treat em' like one, the cage was so well designed the only way out was one of them.

Currently, you laid on your bed, head dangling off the edge in an attempt to get your brain juices flowing, you knew logically the only way out was if you played their game, sure with V temporarily out of commission you'd have to do this the long way, but freedom would be yours again, that you knew.

As of right now, Jason was your best bet for escaping, you knew how protective he was and if you played your cards right he'd probably walk you out the door.

First things first, you needed to figure out how exactly they were keeping your not-so-little friend at bay, you couldn't leave here without getting V back.

Robin, as he refused to tell you his name, was smug when he spoke of it before, as if he knew you couldn't reach out to Venom. He was the key to finding out the how, granted he'd be a hard egg to crack so instead you focused on the puppy dog trapped as a man that was known as Dick Grayson.

Dick was a very intense person who never lost the grin on his face, no matter what you did he was cheesing like you'd handed him the world on a platter. He spent most of his time with you talking about all the things you'd do together once you finally "acclimated". All the ways he'd make up for "it", whatever that meant.

The way he looked at you- stared you down with that predatory gleam in his baby blues, made you feel grateful for the walls keeping him out. What really got under your skin was the way he spoke to you. As if you'd known each other for years as if he was your closest friend and not a man who you met for the first time when he'd broken you out of Arkham.

He also had this bad habit of speaking in "We's", no matter the fact that you rarely responded, no matter how little interest you showed, he never wavered in his enthusiasm.

"We can get out of the house as soon as B clears this stuff up with Penguin." He said one afternoon grabbing your interest. "There's nothing to clear up." You responded staring a hole into the wall, propped up against the side of the bed, you finally looked to meet his excited, longing stare with a blank one. He visibly lit up at the attention, sitting against the wall to mirror you.

"We're just trying to keep the bad guys off your back." His tone was sincere. As if he truly believed in his actions. You had to fight the urge to laugh at the irony of the statement. "You being dead serious right now?" He sat up straighter at the question, dark brows furrowing in seriousness. "As a heart attack Honey."

Brows twitching at the pet name, you interlocked your fingers and sighed, trying to correct him was a losing battle so instead, you switched tactics, if he wanted to talk you'd get him talking about the right stuff.

You made a noise of confusion before cocking your head ever so slightly. "See Jason I understand- what's your excuse for putting me in this boujee hamster cage? This gets you off or somethin'?" He huffed a laugh through his nose, his smile feeling a lot less threatening now, he almost looked like a human when he wasn't burning holes into you.

"God no, nothing like that." He trailed off, eyes nervously shuffling between you and anything else.

"I'm not sure you know much about Bludhaven, but it's sort of my jurisdiction." He began to look away, and his hands began rubbing up and down his crossed arms, a strangely vulnerable position for a man not locked up right now nevertheless- he looked guilty which, given the circumstances made sense but this seemed different.

"I'm in charge of keeping the people there safe. And the night you got- that night at the lab, I was too late to save you." Your eyes widened, shoulders squaring as you registered his words. He knew?

"And I can't forgive myself- not when you're going through what you are because of me." He'd begun chewing the tip of his thumb as he spoke, an anxious tick no doubt.

"I'm the reason you're in here- I couldn't protect you then but I can now. I will keep you safe, even from yourself." He stood to his full height, pressing his forehead against the glass as if he could go through if he pressed hard enough.

"One day you'll understand, I'm a patient man Honey so take all the time you need to accept this." He'd say it with such certainty as if he already knew you'd come around to being abducted by vigilantes.

Tim Drake was an enigma. He freaked you out the most. Something in his eyes was so chilling. He was the dangerous kind of smart which made your escape plan all the more difficult.

What rubbed you the wrong way about Tim was his uncanny ability to tell what was on your mind like he could tell what you were thinking, read between your lines, almost as if he was reading from a script.

"Your turn to babysit I take it?" You asked one day barely looking up from your book. You always knew it was him by the way he hummed as he unlocked the door. Surprisingly quiet, it almost shocks you when he plops down just outside where you're sitting, arms full of your lunch and some kind of high-tech tablet.

"Don't think of it like that-were just hanging out." He'd say from his seat, you could hear the smile in his voice whenever he spoke to you as if he couldn't be happier just being near you. He always had something with him when he came, be it a laptop, phone, or tablet the man was constantly tinkering. "You hang out with a lot of illegally detained people?" You asked hoping to gauge his reaction.

He laughed not looking up from his screen, he'd been furiously typing since he came in, almost like he was excited about something.

"C'mon you don't really care about the law- and besides," he flipped the tablet around to show you what he was doing, his finger slid across it rapidly scrolling through a morbid collage of every single person you'd eaten. Every drop of blood on your hands was on the screen and suddenly his smile felt a lot less friendly.

"I'm the only person in this house who knows who you really are. Not even Jason knows about all the bodies under your belt."

He placed the tablet on the floor the screen side down and began to toy with the strings of his hoodie. "I know everything, all the ugly stuff." He placed his finger on the glass, tracing an invisible heart, staring at the thick plexiglass as if unhappy with its enforced borders,

"And I want you all the same." He tilted his head, refusing to break the smoldering stare down you'd begun. "Do you think they will?"

You opened your mouth to respond but no words dared to come out, the chilling threat was said with such a calm smile it unnerved you to your core. Naturally, you spent the rest of his visit staring at him in horrified silence.

Robin, as he demanded you call him, was probably your favorite babysitter by far, because despite treating you as if you were the bane of his existence, and his near-constant demanded attention, he actually provided some sense of entertainment.

Being kept from Venom was taking a toll on your mental state, after all, you went from a constant companion to total silence, plus he wasn't acting weird like the other three, he wasn't making grand declarations like Jason or speaking to you as if you were the weird one for not being cool with their actions, like Dick, he didn't have some sketchy ulterior motive like Tim, he seemed to genuinely dislike you being there as much as you did.

Damian spent all of his time in your space poking and prodding, desperate for you to show your teeth again. If his taunts didn't get a reaction he'd move to belittle, then mock, and back and forth until he got you to look at him, sneer, glare, anything he wanted you to bare down on him like the animal you were.

"Don't tell me that thing was everything special about you-how utterly disappointing."

"Your mama's disappointing."

"She's an exceptional woman you swine-" your smug laughter would kill his words on his tongue and light that fire in his belly again, the same one he'd felt the night you first crossed paths. He knew fury at your smart mouth yes. But he was more excited you still had that fight in you. He intended to pull it to the surface. Your time with Damian was probably your favorite time of day simply because it broke up the weird Twilight zone world the other three lived in. You're never telling him that though.

Jason was the hardest one to be around, maybe because you still cared for him, either way, it all came to a head one day.

He'd tried countless times to speak with you, ranting, saying everything on his mind as a way to fill the crushing silence. But you were still too sore about it all to respond, no matter how desperate you were for the comfort you knew he'd provide, the wound was still raw.

This time would be different you decided. This time you'd do the steering.

Like clockwork he appeared, only this time with a pep in his step- and instead of a silver tray topped with an obnoxiously healthy meal, was a greasy brown bag.

"Snuck you in some good stuff." His voice did little to stir you from your concentration, the relaxed position you'd found yourself in was the hardest to maintain in his presence. He always matched you whenever it was his turn to babysit you. If you were standing he stood, if you were pacing he'd keep up from his side of the glass.

"Bruce thinks you should only have home-cooked shit- something about how unclean the average restaurant in Gotham is, I know the old man can throw down but this always cheered you up." He shook the bag, his half-hearted smile not reaching his eyes. "Breaks my heart when you don't eat sweetheart."

"Give V back to me and I'll eat." The response was far from what he wanted to hear but he did nearly jump at the sound of your voice being directed at him. You'd taken it the hardest with him, feeling the most betrayed. It had been days since you last graced him with your voice, he was mostly just happy you were speaking to him.

"I'm sorry about that. They didn't listen to me when I said to just leave it alone." He'd placed a paper bag lined with grease in the box they used to deliver food, taking a seat against the thick plexiglass dividing you. He toyed with his portion dejected, visibly searching his mind for the right words to placate you. "B is still deciding whether or not to give him back-"

"God, do you hear yourself? He's not some fucking toy I just-" you took a moment to calm down before taking an aggressive bite from the messy burger he'd given you. "You gotta see how fucked up this is right Jay?" You pleaded setting the food down with a defeated sigh, appetite quickly vanishing.

"I know you hate this- I know you hate me. I get it really, but you gotta believe me," he set his own food down to press both hands against the glass, that stare he gave threatened to burn you where you stood.

"I need you to know I'd never let anything happen to you- as fucked as that sounds coming from this side of the door- you're everything to me." His breath began to break towards the end of his sentence, his thick black lashes beaded with un-shed tears.

"Oh, Jason." Your voice was thick with everything unsaid in your body. "I couldn't hate you."

The gasp he choked out made your throat swell. But you forced your voice to be steady and sighed. Playing this the right way was everything if you wanted your plan to work. "I'm not eating because I can't." Toying with the edges of the soft shirt you had on helped sell the idea. Granted it wasn't a complete lie, V being absent was having an effect on you, your working theory was Jason would worry you right out of the way of whatever the hell was happening.

"I don't feel right Jay- Somethin' about being away from him like this-." You punctuated your words with a delicately placed hand on the glass where he rested. His shiver not going unnoticed.

"Venom isn't just something that happened to me- he needs me and I need him, when human bonds with a symbiote there are certain..things you need to do to stay alive."

"Just tell me." He begged eyes wide with a frenzy that chilled you. "Anything- I'll do whatever you need just tell me."

"You gotta give him back to me- I won't run. Not from you." His chest heaved with anticipation, waiting on your words. "I could keep you safe." He said more to himself than you. "I know I've done bad but I wasn't trying to."

"I don't care- whatever you did, whatever you will do, none of that matters to me. I just wanna keep you safe and happy."

"Then give him back." He rested a fist against the spot where your hands rested, eyes darkening with the thought. "Whatever you need. I don't care what I have to do to who. Just give me time, I have no idea what B is using but I'll find out for you." He seemed so eager to please.

A part of you ached for using his devotion in such a way but also these mother fuckers stole you and took your best friend. You steeled yourself to give him a smile,

"Thank you, Jay. For saving me."

He stared you down with such raw devotion and absoluteness it sort of scared you. "Anytime baby."

And with that, he was practically stomping out of the room.

Jason found himself buzzing from the interaction. He'd been torturing himself with the thought of you hating him for days. Every time you refused to meet his eye or worse when you did and looked at him with that expression of betrayal broke him a little more. He had resigned himself to it, surrendered to the idea that the price of your safety was your hate, and that he deserved nothing more than to be despised by the woman he breathed for.

But now he knows the truth- you couldn't hate him, you said it yourself, he knew you were just scared of the others, terrified of what the big bad bat would do to someone who didn't play by his rules. Jason could protect you from them all, and if the way to secure that future where it was just the two of you, as it always should have been, was to give you back the murderous alien? He was gonna find a way.

Tim watched Jason storm through the house from his room, a handful of screens decorated his wall, everyone having an image of you, one was a live wallpaper of all his favorite pictures you'd taken of yourself, and the others had every possible angle of your room. Naturally, he listened to everything you talked about with Jason, the anger twitching in his veins wasn't triggered by your little plan so much as it was by Jason being the one you went to. He thought showing you he knew what you were was a perfect way to show you he could be trusted but you go and do this?

Don't get him wrong Tim knows Jason cares about you, but he also knows he's smarter than him and could easily press a button that would jam the frequency keeping your symbiote dormant. Bruce had figured the concept out by tracking down the data from the lab, the researchers used high-pitched sounds to keep the aggressive aliens in line. He modified their tones to something that wouldn't hurt you, but keep you from your little friend until he deemed you fit, if ever.

See Tim saw right through Bruce, the older man claimed he was doing this for the betterment of the world but he was just as infatuated by you as the rest of them, he liked having power, especially over someone as strong as you were, and he knew if you didn't pass his tests, Bruce would never give your abilities back. Tim pouted to himself for a few minutes before a lightbulb went off and he realized he could get brownie points with you and throw Bruce under the bus if he caught Jason before he got tired of searching and started shooting.

He bolted up out of his seat to cut Jason off before he confronted Bruce. Tim all but sailed down the stairs nearly knocking into Alfred. He sprinted until he caught sight of Jason in the elevator, hand on his pistol. Tim threw himself through the doors just before they closed and grabbed the hand holding the gun in an iron grip.

"If you go down there like this Bruce will win and you'll never see her again." Jason easily broke the hold and took to using the barrel to hold Tim against the wall by his throat. "You wanna' say that again Timbo?"

Tim licked his bottom lip and threw his hands up in surrender. "I'm just saying- I know what you're trying to do and if you fail now, Bruce can take her somewhere none of us can get to." Jason's sneer fell a bit as he considered his words. He dropped him with a grunt and quickly holstered his weapon. "You got a better idea I take it?" Tim rolled his neck and thumbed at the red mark with a look of pure irritation. "Of course I do, I'm not you after all."

Bruce was semi-surprised to see the two of them enter the cave where he currently sat going over a case the commissioner had given him. "What's going on?" He asked looking over his glasses, his hands still working as he turned his attention to his two sons.

"Something gotta' be wrong to pay you a visit old man?"

Jason's foul mood was less volatile now, more like his usual brand of bitterness whenever he spoke to Bruce, so the older man didn't question the hostility.

While they did that awkward tango in the cave. Dick was in his room busying himself with learning more about you. Sure he had all the files and raw data, but he didn't know you, not in the way he wanted to. Yeah, he could wait for you to open up on your own time (which he knows is inevitable) but he's never been a patient man.

He bought a copy of every book you have, all the albums that you listened to most, and he even had one of your oversized hoodies on, he'd bought bottles of your perfume to spray around his room so it always felt as if you were just in there.

Dick lay on his bed surrounded by books with different tabs marked, he was taking notes of the things you might be interested in conversation-wise, his blissed-out expression was almost permanent when he thought of you, of all the things you'd get to do together once you came around. He knew it was a long shot but the idea of fighting with you side by side one day was way too appealing not to try and make reality- all in due time he thought to himself if he closed his eyes he could feel you laying beside him, reading something with his head in your lap.

Damian stood still as a statue outside your door. Glaring at the metal as if it had personally offended him, You didn't know it but he found himself there quite often. If anyone ever caught him he'd say something along the lines of making sure their prisoner had no chance of escaping but deep down, he just wanted to go in there. Whenever it was his time to "bond" with you as his father so eloquently put it, he spent the night before buzzing in his bed, the kind of excitement from being a kid the day before a field trip, where all you can think about is getting to be there.

Despite his sour face he genuinely enjoyed every second with you, sure you two did nothing but talk shit but it still gave him that electrifying fiery feeling he got the first time you two did this little dance.

Each man was eager to prove themselves to you in some way or another, and even though you were the one in a cage, you held the most power in the house, you just haven't realized it yet.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere dc imagine #straight venomous #yandere jason todd x reader #yandere jason todd #yandere tim drake x reader #yandere tim drake #yandere dick grayson x reader #yandere damian wayne #yandere dick grayson #yandere damian wayne x reader #yandere bruce wayne x reader #yandere bruce wayne #yandere batfam #yandere batfamily #yandere reader insert

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the-yandere-cryptid · 1 year

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Okay, can I request some Venom, with a darling that bites. Like as a defence mechanism and as a love language. Also darling really tsundere.

digs into the very back of my inbox, pulls this ask out, blows dust off the surface

Venom:

👁️‍🗨️NOW THIS IS A LOVE LANGUAGE HE UNDERSTANDS.

👁️‍🗨️Except, when he bites you back, you are not as appreciative! It takes him a bit to remember that humans are much more fragile than he is.

👁️‍🗨️"Nibbles" are sort of hard for him. He is not a gentle creature, and even as careful as he can be he still draws blood more often than not. Tries to avoid doing it entirely but when you bite him, it's kind of instinct to bite back.

#yandere scribbles #venom x reader #venom

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gulnarsultan · 1 year

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Yandere Eddie Brock can't stand being away from you.

#yandere venom x reader #yandere venom #yandere eddie brock x reader #yandere eddie brock #eddie brock x y/n

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knullanon · 2 years

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REDO: Symbiotes being assholes

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

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

words: 4286

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

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

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

And you certainly hated the man who brought you here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You didn’t want to leave.

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hasn’t she been found, though?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And with that he closed the door.

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Today was another early-late day for him.

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

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

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

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

“Oh, hey, by the way.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, he seemed alright when you both said bye-

You said you loved him.

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What?

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

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

Knock knock.

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

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

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

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

“Eddie? Are you there?”

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

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

“Around 10 probably.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And with that, he walked off.

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could see your family again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, you thought, everything is against me…

“Are you lost?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you from here?”

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

“That’s nice. What’s your name?”

“______.”

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

You stiffened. What? “Excuse me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, but I know you do!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We’re gonna love you!”

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

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yezzpadnpet · 1 year

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄

Yandere Venom/Eddie brock x Tom(y/n)

⇝ ¡Hello!, this is the first chapter of this series. I've had this idea since the first movie, so it's based on it. The character Tom is completely mine and will basically be y/n.

That's all, enjoy! -

Yezzpei

CHAPTER 1: Old friend

Eddie Brock, talented journalist and passionate reporter. He is in a relationship with Anne Weying and of course, he has a best friend Tom Melton. Tom is Eddie's best friend since they were little. Supporting each other, but going their own ways while still sticking together, he's a great partner. And rightly so!, he'd be great as a couple.

TRUE?.

In San Fancisco, California

A couple had gotten up to eat breakfast together before leaving for their prospective jobs. Eddie was eating his breakfast, until his phone rings. He smiles seeing the notification. -Who is, Eddie?-. -It's Tom, he just sent a picture of his plant. Flowers already came out- he said while showing her the photo of some beautiful Irises. -Wow! He's really good at taking care of plants,- said Anne, surprised to see such care. -Ha, that's how he is, he has a love for plants- Eddie said, looking at that photo again with great affection, remembering that it had been given to him on friendship day.Anne saw it with a smile on her face. -It's obvious that you appreciate him very much, Eddie, you better not leave him behind,- she jeered. Anne had met him when they started dating. He had liked her pretty quickly; he found her excitement at seeing his best friend dating someone adorable. -How could I leave the person who has been with me since I was little? He is also one of the most important people in my life-. He said with a sincere smile. -More important than me?- she teased. Standing in front of him. -They're just as important, both of them,- he said as he got up to grab her hips. A small laugh came out of her as she held his face in her hands. -I love you- he said before giving her a small kiss on her lips. -I love you too- Eddie replied with a smile. They were like that for a while before Anne broke away from him to grab her things to go to work. -I have to go Eddie, see you tonight?- Anne asked before opening the door.-Of course-Eddie said, still looking at her with his smile. -Then see you tonight.I LOVE YOU! - I shouted the last thing and then left that door. Eddie watched as he closed the door. He sat back in his chair, going back to see the photo that Tom sent him.

<<Yes... just as important>>

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Eddie's job was risky. Some people do not like to reveal secrets, such as: corruption, drug trafficking, money laundering, etc. But Eddie loves investigating them, he also likes the adrenaline rush when dealing with them. But sometimes he messed up too much, causing it to have consequences. Even if he liked his job.

Right now he was in his boss's office. He had gotten her something exclusive, an interview with the director of the Life Foundation, Cartlon Drake. Wanting to ensure that their rockets are safe and that the last one was a simple anomaly. -This one is half crazy-. -I will be honest. Cartlon Drake would buy us with what he has in his pocket and turn the whole building into his garage if he wanted. Now you are going to ask him about his space program, thank them later and also say good morning-. There were a few seconds of silence before Eddie spoke. -He's a delinquent.- The man who was sitting in his chair supported his back. -Eddie, when you had nowhere to go we opened our arms to you, we love the "Eddie Brock" program, there is no better investigative reporter today. But no one is above the channel, so do me a favor Eddie, don't do your crap again- exclaimed the man.He had no choice but to accept. -Okay, okay…- he said not very convinced. -For me-. -Okay, I'll do it.- The man smiled at him when he said that -Thanks, Eddie-.

And now he was outside the building, on his motorcycle when someone calls out to him. When he sees who it is, a smile spreads across his face before answering. -Tom!-. -Eddie!- exclaimed a voice. He could swear that his surroundings lit up. -Tom!, friend, how are you?- I ask curiously. -Oh, I'm fine. Hey, Eddie, I wanted to tell you if you want to see us for a while, you know to chat- Tom said on the other end. Eddie's smile widened much more. -Of course! Where do we meet?- -What do you think…In a cafeteria! I know a good one, it's not fancy, but it works- I buffooned a little because of what he said. Eddie didn't care where his meeting would be.

He would go anywhere for Tom.

-Sounds good to me, so we'll see each other in 20 minutes?-. -Of course, I already send you the address of the cafeteria.-. -Well, bye, Eddie-. -Bye, Tom.- Eddie muttered. Then cut the call. He wouldn't like to hang up now, but he had to, plus he would see him in 20 minutes and chat with him face to face. Which is much better than talking on the phone.

With that in mind, he put on his helmet and started his motorcycle.

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Time flew by for Eddie and it was time to meet up with Tom. With the location of the coffee shop on Google maps on his phone, he headed there.

When I arrive, it was as I had told him, it was not luxury, but if he said it was worth it, it was worth it. When I entered, the smell of coffee reached his nose and the murmur of people reached his hearing as well. But something that made him smile is that there were coleadora plants.

<<Very yours, Tom, very yours>>

He searched among the people for the man he was going to meet, while the people paid him no attention. He went further back where there was a large window and right there he found Tom looking out, showing a bandage on his right side. This didn't bother Eddie, on the contrary, a smile appeared on his face as he stood in front of him. -Hello, Tom- I greet cheerfully. A boy with shoulder-length black hair and white skin turned to look at him, revealing a deep blue eye that also had a somewhat deep circle under its eyes. A tired smile appeared on him. -Hello too, Eddie- Eddie sat in the chair, taking a better look around seeing that there were more plants besides the vines. -Yes, this is a place you would come- he said this time looking at him A small laugh came out of Tom. -Of course you know, after all you know my tastes as if it were the palm of your hand- The laughter of both did not wait. When they calmed down, Eddie started looking at the menu. -And tell me, what are you going to order? I invite you-. That confused Tom. -But, Eddie, I invited you to that cafeteria if I did- he was going to continue, if it weren't for the fact that he was interrupted by Eddie. -Tom, please, there is no need for you to pay, I can perfectly pay for both of us, so you don't mind, yes?-. He was going to protest, but, he knew how stubborn Eddie was and how almost impossible to talk him out of it so he just gave up. -It's ok, you win-. Eddie's victorious smile appeared after hearing his defeat. - -BUT! Next time it's on me- Tom decided, pointing a finger at him. On Eddie's part, he shook his head now that he was the defeated one. He didn't understand why he didn't let him pay for everything, he didn't care how much money he spent, for Eddie…

He wanted it T̳o̳o̳ ̳m̳u̳c̳h̳ enough to worry about money.

-Okay, done deal,-he finally said. -And regarding the question- he said as he grabbed his menu looking at what it had to offer-I would like a chocolate coffee and Brownies-. Eddie looked at his own menu seeing the many options. -And I'll order a cappuccino with Cheescake-. After asking for the order, they talked about everything they did without seeing each other: what they saw, the misfortunes that happened, the funny moments that happened and how well each one is doing. All this while Eddie watched him without looking away. Without caring about people. Without caring about anything else. Only HIM. When those thoughts crossed his mind he tried to fade away. He already had the love of his life! And they were already planning the wedding.

But... everything felt...𝙁𝙖𝙠𝙚.

But he loved Anne! That was for sure, a little. I knew what this feeling was, it was love. But not a healthy love but... obsessive. He knows perfectly well, he has already had this feeling since they began adolescence and he knew the shady things he had done. But they weren't that serious! Just a bit of stealing his belongings, harassing him and… okay they were very serious. But he left that stage for the good of both of them and got a partner before they escalated the matter. And there came Anne, a loving and beautiful person who loved very much.

But, did he really want to be with her?

That question would come up in his mind a few times and he would answer them with "Of course!", or "She's the ideal girl for me." But he knew he was convincing himself not to just take Tom somewhere away from everything and everyone. But he won't let years of friendship be ruined by these feelings. It will take him to the grave if necessary. Although, can he really take him to the grave? He took a few moments to appreciate Tom who was telling an anecdote, making gestures to better explain the situation he went through. He looked so happy and sweet, not knowing the feelings that tormented him because of him. A certain thought passed through his mind. Yes, he will, even if it was hard to ignore, he will do it for him, for Tom.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡

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mitsuributmexican · 11 months

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"love hurts sometimes" (yandere! shadowy venomous x gn reader)

CW/TW: smut, yandere tendencies, dub-con, restraints, forced date, rough sex, scarring, bleeding, marking, possessiveness, shadowy is a toxic prick, scratching, drugging (aphrodisiacs and love potion), mentions of cum, pain, venom, reader has been kidnapped for a bit already, hints of Stockholm? Read at your own risk!

Shadowy had taken over. Your husband was pretty much gone. And who knows if he would be coming back. He swore it wouldn’t happen. Both to you and Fink. You always felt a bit of suspicion when he said so, yet you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. That clearly went well, didn’t it?

You had warned Fink not to go into his lab, in fear of how he’d react. She squirmed out of your grasp and ran in anyway. You ran after her, wanting to make sure she’d be okay. “I said, I’d call you if I needed you. And did I ask for you to come here? No. So get out.” he said, in an icy tone that made the poor girl tear up and run off. “Fink, wait!” you exclaimed, going to run after her to try to comfort her. But before you could do so, you were shoved to the ground and felt a boot on your back.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” he spoke, in an almost threatening tone. “This has to stop! Please, Venomous, this has gone too far. Please, if you’re in there, just come back. For Fink and me?” you pleaded, with some tears in your eyes. Despite how the professor had taken you from your home in the middle of the night and forced you into his, claiming you’d learn to love him as he did you, at least he wasn’t whatever the hell was stepping on you now. At least he was gentle, and understood your behaviors. Maybe the professor hadn’t been as bad as you made him out to be, at least not now.

He laughed at your pleas. They didn’t mean anything to him, really. In fact, you got the sense he was enjoying this. Seeing you all helpless and teary eyed underneath him. No time to focus on that though, he would get a similar sight later tonight, and get to relish it even more. “Aww, are you scared? I don’t know what you’re begging for really, I am Venomous, and I’m even better now with the compromise we made. You should really be happy, don’t you think? Your husband is even more powerful now.” he said in response to your pleading. You began to sob. He truly was far gone, wasn’t he?

Noticing your sobbing he laughed some more before pondering on how he could get you to stop. Sure, seeing you like this underneath him was fun, but part of him also wanted you to feel the same as he did, proud of his new powers. He even wanted you to join him in his cause and take over the plaza with him. His pondering would come to an end as he soon came up with an idea. “Let’s go on a date, okay? Like any couple would.” he spoke. You were taken aback by this. Out of all times, he was asking you on a date, now?

Before you could protest, he repeated himself, noticing how taken aback you were and not wanting to take no for an answer. “I said, let’s go on a date, okay?” he spoke, with more emphasis. “Okay.” you said, with some hesitancy which he did not like nor appreciate, but that would do for now. He took his foot off your back and chuckled. “Now that’s more like it. Be ready by 6:00.” he said, walking off.

You sighed, a bit frazzled from the whole encounter. You walked into your room to look for something to wear, however you did not have to do anything as you looked at your bed. A pair of neatly folded dark clothes sat on it. Alongside a black collar, which read “Property of, Shadowy Venomous” on it. You shivered a bit and put on the clothes he picked for you, noticing how fitting they were and eventually had just the collar left. You debated on not putting it on but ultimately came to your better sense. It clipped on from the back, you put it over your neck and it immediately clamped shut.

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It had only taken you 20 minutes or so to get ready. Meaning you had some time to wait. You didn’t know what to do. Maybe walk around, maybe go get help. You paced back and forth. There was a window in your room, you could grab Fink, slide out, run over to the plaza. There, you could join the heroes for now and help defeat him, and bring your husband bac- 6:00 PM.

As soon as you saw the time on your phone, you dashed out of your room, not wanting to be late. You wondered if he’d start looking for you. You eventually got to his lab and stood before the door. An odd sense of dread washed over you as your shaky hand reached over to the doorknob. “Come in” he said, with a voice that was almost a growl.

You opened the door and he sat in a chair, next to a table with food on it along with another chair for you. “I was beginning to think I’d have to come and get you myself, glad I didn’t have to do that, you wouldn’t have liked it. '' he spoke, chuckling. You nervously sat down on the chair across from him. Looking at the table you noticed food on it, along with silverware, candles, and a bottle of dark wine with two wine glasses next to it. Suddenly, two robotic arms came from the back of your chair and clamped your waist to the seat, allowing you to move your arms and legs, but not to leave. What exactly did he have in store?

“Ease up sweetie, I’m your husband, not your captor.” he said, chuckling as if not taking in the entire situation. Though you were hungry, you didn’t want to eat the food in front of you. What if he poisoned it? Not to mention the wine. He seemed to take note of this and stood up, walking over to you and stabbing his fork into some of your food and moving it forward to your mouth. “Eat up honey, it’s gonna get cold” he said, almost cooing you to comply.

You turned away, not wanting to consume whatever he may have put in there. He wasn’t happy with this, grabbing your face so you were looking him dead in the eye. “We’re either going to do this the hard way or the easy way…” he threatened, getting closer to your face until you were merely an inch apart. “... and if we do it the hard way you’re not gonna like it.” he continued. You decided to give in, not wanting whatever the “hard way” was.

As you chewed and swallowed what was on your plate, you swore you felt different. Something… warm and hot was beginning to grow in your stomach and everything below. After you finished, he poured you a glass of wine and made you drink all of it. The same warm and hot feeling intensified, along with something else? You began feeling an odd desire to be with him. I mean you were married, so you were already with him, but any of the normal affection you felt towards him felt… increased?

Were his hands always that soft on your skin? Did his voice always send a wave of heat to your entire body? Was he always this… intoxicating? No no no, dear god no, you should’ve resisted eating and drinking what he got for you, you should’ve known better, he had you just where he wanted you and you couldn’t do anything about it. “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” he said with a mocking tone. “And now that we got that out the way, let’s get to the fun part of our little date.” he spoke, baring his teeth and his voice getting deeper.

The restraints came off your waist and before you could object, he was carrying you bridal style to god knows where for god knows what. You swore you heard him rambling about how much “fun” this would be. Suddenly, he opened the door to his room, placing you down on the bed and locking the door behind him. Oh dear god, this is what he had in mind. Your main concern was being able to walk seeing the state he was in and how different he was.

“Strip.” he demanded. You did as you were told, taking off all your clothes except that damn collar. You attempted to take it off, oh how foolish of you. Seeing your attempts to take it off, made him chuckle. “Oh sweetie, that’s not supposed to come off, no matter how much you tug, pull and claw at it, only I know how to take it off.” he said, finding this amusing. You laid on the bed, watching as he took off his own coat and gloves before getting on the bed in front of you, beginning to stroke your legs up and down.

“Ass up, now.” he said. You did as you were told, hoping he’d spare some softness for you tonight. “I promise I’ll try to be gentle, but I can’t guarantee that so I don’t want any whining from your behalf.” he spoke, in a voice that was almost a snarl, a snarl of a hungry predator who had just cornered its prey. You were going to ask about being warmed up but upon glancing down at yourself, you realized that wouldn’t be necessary as whatever the hell he put in the wine and your food had gotten you all slicked up for him. With little to no warning, his hands dug into your sides and he rammed into you.

You let out a yelp at the initial impact before just letting out semi pained moans. All he let out was grunts, panting and what you swore was the occasional hiss. Suddenly, he bent down so his mouth was at your neck and bit into you. You felt something hot course through you and before you knew it you were rutting your hips backwards and pressing your face against his in order to be closer to him. “Settle down now, I’m not going anywhere.” he said, laughing afterwards.

This was humiliating. Just a bit ago you were planning on escaping, now here you are, his cock deep in you and you rutting against him like a bitch in heat. Just what he wanted. As if he could read your mind he brushed his tongue against your ear before speaking directly into it. “Don’t be embarrassed, there was no way of preventing this, you just chose to do it the easy way. See how much better it is when you quit trying to deny me?” he said, sounding all too happy with the current situation.

After you didn’t respond, he slowed down, and dug his nails into your back. He began to drag them around, carving something into your back. You cried out in pain and gripped onto the sheets. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Love hurts sometimes.” he cooed. Your pain, tears and him having marked you in a way that was permanent all pushed him to his edge, he pulled out, cumming over the sheets and panting.

You were still a mess on the bed. Literally and metaphorically. You were shaking and in tears along with your back being covered in blood and some of his cum having splattered onto your legs. After a bit he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. You wanted to scream and shout and run away. But you were too tired mentally and physically.

You were still shaking from the initial shock of whatever he carved into you along with your legs being worn out from how hard he went into you. Not to mention being naked and exposed with your own blood and his cum on you made for discomfort and a feeling of coldness. He placed you in the shower, turning it onto a hot setting. You stood there, letting him wash you off and scrub you. Any whines or whimpers being met with a laugh or him cooing to you, swearing that this was normal and that’d you’d get used to it soon.

Before you knew it you were dressed in some pajamas, and he laid you down back in your room. He placed the blanket over you and sat on the edge of your bed. “You did so well today. So good for me. I’ll give you a treat for this, okay? Good pets get treats.” he said, stroking your legs. You closed your eyes, pretending to fall asleep. Eventually the extra weight on your bed was no longer present and you heard the door of your room lock. You no longer had to pretend to be asleep after a bit as staring at the wall eventually made you knock out if today’s ordeals hadn’t already.

Unbeknownst to you the word “Mine” was etched into your back. And you wouldn’t know until tomorrow morning.

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