#Carlton Drake imagine

[black-tenacles]

Hello, dear ones! I came back!

Today again with graphics for @ilitiaforever and her "Nobis", which I love. The artwork depicts Emma Drake, Riot and Carlton's daughter. I drew her in several shots at different ages. Not much is known about Emma in the fanfic, so I used my imagination and added a few elements to how I imagine her. I really like the idea of Emma being able to turn her hair into tentacles. However, this is my invention and please do not attribute it to events in fanfiction, as it is not yet known what abilities Emma has. I am very satisfied with my drawing and the progress I have made in drawing during these six months, I hope that in the next six months it will be even better :) The relationship between Carlton and Riot and their little Emma will definitely appear in my drawings more than once, because I love this family that Ilitia created.

If anyone is interested, I highly recommend reading "Nobis". Link below:

[maxwell-grant]

If you had your say, what villains would you want featured in future venom movies?

With the stuff they have the rights for and aren't saving for future/solo movies, within Venom characters, who is there to pick from? They did the Future Foundation for the first movie, they got to Carnage in the sequel, they've set up Pat Mulligan/Toxin and we're probably gonna either get that or Knull in the next one. They can't scale down to one of Spidey's billion crimelords or someone like Sin-Eater who at least kinda has something to do with Venom, they've set up world-threatening symbiotes as the baseline. Toxin is just nothing, there's nothing there, the most you can get out of him is by having him be We Have Spider-Man At Home, and they already set him Mulligan as Venom's Javert. Combine those two, pit Eddie against a jerk Spider-Man who goes Carnage sometimes, I guess it's something? Knull is a Thor villain who took the wrong turn at Albuquerque, I can't imagine how they'd do him for these movies without just pulling the trigger on a Venomverse outright, and there's been a lot of talk about how the next movie's gonna set up that, or a multiverse, or the Sonyverse, and I'm boring myself to sleep just talking about this.

They both suck and are big idiot nothings, and none of the prior guys were really good to begin with. Knull is a little more tolerable in my book because Al Ewing and the new game made decent enough soup out of it and Tradd Moore's art sold me on him a little bit, and Woody Harrelson playing Biff Tannen was by default the most entertaining Cletus Kasady has ever been aside from AXIS, but "occasionally amusing" doesn't equal good or even mediocre, and that's the issue with these movies in a nutshell. An occasionally funny schlub protagonist and offscreen promises can't make up for all the crap everything else, and Let There Be Carnage wore my goodwill towards even that real thin. I really did try to like it.

Don't get me wrong, I like that those movies exist. I'm still probably gonna drag my friend into the next one. I hate most Venom comics but I'm incorrigible Venom trash. If we have to put up with those films and a Madame Web every now and then as the price to pay for Sony keeping the rights and keeping Spiderverse and the games just as they are, then by all means keep them coming. But man, I did try, I seriously combed through Venom and the other symbiote's rogues galleries and supporting casts to try and find an answer for this, and all the characters I found were A: dogshit Venom / Spider-anciliary characters that don't have much of anything worth it to them, and B: halfway there Spider-Man leftovers who are better served just not having anything to do with Venom movies, so I guess the option I'd go here is for them to just make new ones. I mean, movie Carlton Drake was basically an original character and he was, okay I don't even remember a thing about that guy but he was probably better than Cletus because it's really not that hard to come up with a better villain than Cletus Kasady (who at his best just elicits a chuckle) and dirtbag CEO with the cops on his side is the kind of thing you want a character like Venom to be fighting so, I guess lean more on that.

I guess I'd put Venom against symbiote tech cops that he can kill and eat without complication and have those follow him around while the actual plot is about some dumb errand or personal conflict he runs, but I don't think the villains are really the missing piece here. Venom is a terrific Spider-Man villain, but as a protagonist he is frequently deeply lacking, and as a movie franchise has like two things going for it, the titular character and the humor of a couple low-stakes absurd comedy scenes like the lobster tank, so I'd take those and throw the source material in the trash and have them go through something like the fake sequels of 22 Jump Street, just put the character in dumb problems that they can try and solve in dumb ways and do their dumb comedy routine in, Venom as a vehicle for dark parody as an extension of what he was made to represent. Treat the movies less like they are steps in a cinematic universe or character pieces and more like genre films that get infected and corrupted by a monstrous violent walking alien apocalypse and the schlubby journalist meathead in a co-dependent relationship with said walking apocalypse.

Venom In Space. Venom Goes to Hollywood. Venom In The Hood. Venom Surfs The Web. Everyvenom Venomwhere All At Venom. Not even joking, if I could make a Venom musical / Little Shop of Venoms I'd do it in a heartbeat, and it would end with similar destruction. Because make no mistake, this is a Laurel and Hardy thing only to them, and to everyone else it's an escalating horror film with some kind of destruction left at the end, because that's what happens when Venom runs rampant and Spider-Man isn't there to stop them or at least keep them in line.

Venom is not just a parody, he is a rot at the heart that never stops growing, and even if Eddie Brock can strive to be a better man and even be a decent one, even if he and the Symbiote can bond as losers trying to be better, neither can escape the nature of what Venom fundamentally is, with a million new Carnages and Riots and Agonies and Screams and Viruses and symbiote cops and serial killers popping up every minute as a reminder. You can't really come up with a Venom-specific villain that's going to be greater than Venom himself already is as a Spider-Man villain, so I'd just lean into that. And then maybe, when and if it's time to finally deliver on that Spider-Man or Sinister Six encounter, they find themselves arriving too late after we've had enough movies to laugh at this idiot schlub and his predatory living cancer buddy while the world they've been protecting has been turning more into this. We put this world not in the hands of Spider-Man, because we have the full rights hope in overcoming hardship to be our better self, but in the claws of Venom, because we are fucking stupid.

[sonicasura]

With Venom and Eddie back together I imagine it's time too face down Drake and Riot. Does Riot still call for the Space Ship's launch or has he made any changes too his original plan in this new timeline with Trainer and The Pokemon appearance

Space Ship launch is still a go. Riot needs more symbiotes if he's gonna take over Earth. However there's one thing he wants Carlton Drake to snag before take off.

Riot wants one of those unknowing creatures on board. Before finding Drake, his changed hosts again and this new one in particular being Life Foundation employee. Specifically one in charge of the drones that went after Eddie during the motorcycle chase scene.

Riot saw the memories which not only includes Charizard and Pidgeot but something everyone else had missed. A helmet wearing Trainer on Koraidon's back that one drone barely glanced at before being destroyed. Something his current host missed but not him upon viewing the memory.

Riot wants to take one of these strange creatures with him as it would lead to another world ripe for the taking. You know how many times Pokemon got displaced due to interdimensional shenanigans? Well an opportunity ended up emerging for Drake than just the Riot Symbiote.

A small scared Rockruff that clearly didn't notice one of the Life Foundation's goons until it was too late.

[dnfinite123]

(What if) THE VENOM MOVIE WAS A MCU MOVIE

DETAILS

The movie will be different from Sony’s Venom. Starting with Josh Hutcherson as Eddie Brock, the voice actor of Venom will be Keith David A.K.A. Spawn. What I imagine, I pitched the idea of Venom taking Spider-Man’s place before Avengers Infinity War and Endgame. It would’ve had the dark sci-fi tone and an R-Rated film. My choice of the director is Fede Álvares, who’s known for making Evil Dead remake (2013), Don’t Breathe (2016) and Alien Romulus (his new movie that came out) I liked Ruben Fleischer but I feel like Fede would’ve had potential having a unique vision to do the Venom character justice. I can see him showing complex character like Eddie Brock going through pain fighting their inner demons.

CAST

Josh Hutcherson/Eddie Brock

Keith David/The Voice of Venom

Tom Holland/Peter Parker Spider-Man

Erin Moriarty/Annie Weying

Raimi Malek/Carlton Drake

Cameron Monaghan/Cletus Kasady Carnage

Hugh Jackman/Logan Wolverine

VENOM'S MCU DESIGN

SPIDER-MAN VS VENOM

A.U not done by me big shoutout to a instergram username ultimatebonsincrawler

[pulchrasilva]

1, 2, 5, 6, and 50! Feel free to answer any or all of them!

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Probably i know a place where the pain doesn't reach. I think it's the fic that best captured the exact Essence™️ of what I was going for and a lot of my best fics feature a similar kind of soft reconciliation hurt/comfort i think

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

In order: Angst, Fluff, Polyamory, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Compliant

Yep that's extremely accurate. I feel a little called out actually lol. Just realising that all the fics I've written featuring a romantic relationship have been polyships wow

5. What do you wish someone would ask you about [insert fic]? Answer it now!

I think about this is where i leave you, I'd like someone to ask what actually happened to Romulus after his split himself. It's something that Janus wonders about in the first chapter. I'd like to think that his consciousness still exists somewhere in Thomas's mind, he just doesn't have the role of creativity anymore. He's like a kind of ghost, he has no body, floating around and watching over Janus and the twins. Grieving when they fight, grieving when Janus grieves him. He'd be really happy that Janus managed to make up with the twins I think.

6. What’s one fact about the universe of [insert fic] that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself?

Something Irrevocable never actually says what happened to Rowan (an oc)'s baby cousin. I mentioned that he made a lopsided little teddy bear for his cousin and then after the apocalypse happened we see a purple teddy bear on the side of the road and it's missing an arm. Tbh i don't really have an answer to this but I made myself so sad with that detail so I wanted to do something with it. He's definitely not dead, that would make me too sad. I have an idea for a hypothetical spin-off about Carlton Drake (who was the main villain in the movie but basically irrelevant and kinda pathetic in the fic) which was gonna use his affection for kids as a somewhat-redeeming quality, and I was gonna put Rowan's cousin in there.

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

Gonna choose 49: What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

You mayy or may not have heard a little about this fic, but I'm currently working on a fic for roleslaying week with the working title "flaredrum mft ftm solidarity fic". It's from Djembe's pov but it's about Youngblood's time at the Bard College pre-canon, her relationship with Noise and her gender. I wouldn't say it explores Djembe, but it does also explore who I like to imagine Djembe is (tbf we don't know much about him yet!) Oh and it's also about how the Bard College is a fucked up toxic environment in sooo many ways.

Here's an extract from the most recent scene I wrote:

You know," Viola said after a few minutes of silence, pointing a chip in his direction. "Sharpe's not wrong." "About what?" "Connections are just another thing to manipulate. People don't really have friends here." Djembe laughed. "So what are you and I then? "Are you kidding?" Viola said, not a trace of a smile on her face. "You're top of the class, all the teachers love you." His smile dropped. "So?" She shrugged. "I need to keep my grades up if I want to become a captain." Djembe felt something shatter.

Made myself real sad with this whole scene tbh

[hughiecampbelle]

Imagine Riot using you against Eddie:

This was no time for jokes. Riot was asking for it of course, but there was no time for that. He couldn't afford to waste anymore precious seconds. Somewhere in this lab, you were being held. Carlton knew you were Eddies only weakness. Everything else in this world didn't matter, it could never compare to you. Eddie lost his job, the one story that would give him his name, but that didn't matter. Not in the long-run. As long as he got to come home to you he would be happy. You weren't answering your phone, no one had heard from you in hours. Others assured him your phone was off or dead, that you were busy, but they had no idea the kind of people that hated him, that would do anything to get to him and Venom. You'd never done anything wrong to anyone. You never got on anyone's bad side, there was no reason for them not to like you, to hurt you, but he didn't care. This was Eddies fight. This was his problem to deal with. Clearly Carlton couldn't respect those rules. He didn't care that mere thought of something bad happening to you made Eddie sick or Venom more deadly than it already was. Carlton would be lucky if he lived to see another day.

[self-proclaimed-chaotic-good]

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

Words: 2265

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

Science & Faith Masterlist

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The Estranged

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gwen nodded. “It’s okay.”

“Hello?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I will. Bye.”

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” He raised his head

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

[obscure-imagines]

“you’ve recently been linked to Y/N L/N, do you have any comments on that?” Eddie sighed, reading the question his boss and forced him to ask.

“Y/N and I have a mutual project, in fact here she comes.” Carlton looked past Eddie to where you were approaching. 

“ah Y/N!” Eddie grinned, “good to see you, how are you doing?”

“I’m doing great Eddie,” you looked between him and the camera, “if you’re doing an interview i can come back later.”

“right, i forgot you two know each other.” Carlton said, hand slipping around your waist. 

Eddie’s gaze went down to Carlton’s hand, “yeah we do- so how long have you two been together?”

“we’re not.” you answered.

“we’re just close.” Carlton glared at Eddie, removing his hand from your waist.

Eddie grinned, “and why is that?”

you opened your mouth but Carlton held up a hand, “this interview is over, turn off the camera.”

Eddie motioned for the camera man to do as Carlton had said, “perfect, now that we’re off the record, Y/N we never ended up getting that coffee, you free now?”

“definitely.” 

[thedailyimagines]

Headcanons: Carlton Drake

Anon requested: “Headcanons for Carlton Drake from Venom dating his male secretary”

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Doesn’t exactly follow the movie timeline but I think it’s okay.

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Warning: angst, character death, mental manipulation (near the end after the red comment)

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You got your job through your cousin. They were one of Drake’s scientists, so when they heard you were struggling to make ends meet and gave you a high recommendation.

After that, you worked as a secretary for Carlton Drake. What your job mainly included was coffee runs, setting up meetings, and making conversation with Drake when he was bored.

As time went on, Carlton and you became close. He would drop flowers off at your desk, leave you little notes, and talk with you in the little time he had free. Eventually he asked you out on a date and took you to the swankiest restaurant in town.

After that date, you were upgraded to personal assistant. This was basically your position as secretary with the added bonus of ‘private meetings’ with Drake.

He left a mark on your neck after one of these meetings. You were told about after Susan from down the hall mentioned it (“Yes Susan I was kickboxing last night and got hit thank you next.”)

You were the guy who the others were jealous of. In just a few short months you went from a regular secretary to personal assistant! (Susan from down the hall swore she heard strange noises from Carlton’s office during your meetings, but she tried her best to brush it off.)

Then came the symbiotes. They took up all of Carlton’s time, and they were the only thing he seemed to care about. One time he snapped at you for trying to change the subject.

He also was becoming more rough with you. Remember those ‘private meetings’? Where once he would leave one or two small marks, now he was biting you until you bled and bruising your skin.

Carlton apologized afterwards for all of these, but you couldn’t help but wonder why these symbiotes were so important.

So you decided to investigate. After work one day you snuck down to the labs, even though Carlton told you not to go down into them.

What was inside horrified you. There were people inside cages (some dead, some in the process of dying). Only one man seemed to be fine, and he was rocking himself back and forth while talking to himself.

You decided to get him out, and that’s when disaster struck. The moment you let the man out the alarms went off. The sound must have startled him because he jumped on you, beating your head into the ground.

Then there was something crawling on you. It was cold and prickly, like shards of ice digging into your skin. Between that and the beating you took, you promptly passed out.

When you woke up, you were strapped to a table and Carlton was staring down at you.

“Carlton, What the hell is going on?!?!”

“Amazing. You aren’t dead, in fact you seem to be stronger than ever. How did you survive?”

“Survive? What are you talking about?”

“You’re now host to a symbiote. Security found you on the floor with one of the subjects beside you. They were about to shoot you when I showed up.”

“Wha-? Carlton, let me go. Whatever you think happened didn’t...happen...”

“Are you sure?”

“What’s wrong with your eyes?”

“Don’t worry pretty morsel. We won’t kill such a lovely face.”

“Who the hell are you? What did you do to Carlton?”

“We are Riot.”

‘Get away from Riot. He’s the worst of us.’

“Who said that?”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to stay here for now y/n. I’ll make sure you’re as comfortable as possible.”

After that you only had Drake and the symbiote inside of you to keep you company. It wasn’t a bad symbiote, but you definitely didn’t want it inside of you.

Sometimes Riot would talk to you. Sometimes it would threaten you. Either way your symbiote hated Riot. It made your head hurt because it was practically screeching in your head.

<This is where the warning stuff starts>

The worst part was that whatever tests Drake was have his scientist run on you was making you weaker. You fought back less and less, and your symbiote was backing down whenever Riot/Drake came to visit.

Carlton didn’t like seeing you forced to become so compliant, but Riot assured him it was necessary for your survival. If Riot claimed everything was for your own good, it must be fine. That’s what he told himself.

But whenever he saw your tired face, saw the symbiote trying to keep you from Riot, his doubts kept coming back. He tried his best to comfort you but there was hardly a response from you.

You were more like a doll for Riot to control than the man Carlton fell in love with. Whatever Riot has done to you was irreversible.

So Carlton made the decision to put you down. It pissed the symbiote off to no end but there was nothing he could do to you now. It was better than whatever was planned for you.

You were the last thing on Carlton’s mind during the fight with Eddie/Venom and when the spaceship exploded.

~~~~~~~~

I don’t own the above gif, all credit goes to the owner.

[fly-on-my-sweet-angel]

Imagine your best friend Eddie always supporting you being a sugar baby until Carlton becomes your Daddy

“Y/N/N, I’ve always supported you doing this but Carlton is a bad guy. I don’t trust him and neither should you.” Eddie told you sounding concerned and angry at the same time.

This just pissed you off. Carlton treated you so well and made you feel like a queen. How could Eddie say this shit?!

“Fuck you! Carlton treats me like a queen! He pays my bills and buys me everything I could ever wish for. He showers me in diamonds, lingerie and chocolate. For once he’s not some old guy complaining about his ex wife!” You told me getting right in his face.

Slowly you begin to inch your lips towards his ear, breathing on his neck a bit.

“He also fucks me like no other man has before. He’s my daddy and my king.” You tell him as you begin to back away from him with a smirk on your lips as you leave his apartment.

“We could fuck her better.”

“No shit, Vee.”

[black-tenacles]

(...)-Where am I? Drake asked. He still didn't open his eyes, or maybe he did, maybe his vision was obscured by the cloak of darkness that covered the whole world.

"You're in the Quiet Plains," said a granite voice. The water of life falls from the sky straight into your mouth... Drink...

Drake opened his mouth and drank. Tastes flooded his mouth, life… though that water was hot and salty, and it was red, red as blood.(...)

Hello!

Today I present to you a finished drawing for a fanfic by NayenLemunantu. It is a Venom crossover with the world of Mad Max. If you haven't read this fanfic yet, I highly recommend it. What particularly captivated me and made me decide to draw this drawing is the extremely rich world presented by the author. The fanfic is well written and really easy to read. I'm surprised it has so few compliments and comments :O

The scene I decided to draw is for Chapter 28, "Quiet Plains", which captured my imagination so much that I couldn't resist illustrating it. The scene describes Riot and Carlton's first connection. This is my first drawing of this scene, in the future I would like to draw a few more versions of this scene because it still captures my imagination. Reading this passage, I experienced an extraordinary, electrifying feeling of initiation.

I highly recommend reading the fanfic, link is below. It is available in two versions in Spanish (original) and translated into English.

(Spanish) : https://archiveofourown.org/works/22382191/chapters/53475139

(English): https://archiveofourown.org/works/16994082/chapters/39949194

If anyone is interested, I was listening to Agnes Obel's music while taking this photo. Two songs in particular that fit very well with the scene depicted as well as Carlton's emotions :)

Song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0mV1raPQ3o

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R0-HVFEjOlE

And that describes Carlton's feelings for Eddie :P

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WRLVINLlEVE

[myriadimagines]

[x] // requester: anonymous // request here

It had slipped out by accident. Eddie hadn’t meant to reveal his feelings, hadn’t meant to slip, but the pressure and intensity of the interrogation, especially when Carlton revealed his own symbiote, Riot, had gotten to him. 

It wasn’t an explicit confession, and it took Carlton a moment to realize, but once he did, his expression shifted into one of confusion and disbelief. It was the way Eddie had reacted, how he had immediately softened upon the mention of your name, that had given him away.

“y/n, huh?” Carlton took a step back, scoffing. “You know, Eddie, I came in here to find where Venom was. I didn’t expect to find out you were in love with my wife, instead.” 

Eddie ducked his head, avoiding eye contact with Carlton as he loomed over him. Eddie knew that you were very much in love with Carlton, but he couldn’t help his feelings -- and now he was even at more of a loss now that Carlton knew about them.

[sonicasura]

Drake is about too lose his mind when his forces catch sight of Pidgeot and Charizard, though I do not think it would be in anger. He was shown in the movie being absolutely excited about a successful symbiote bond so imagine his excitement when unknown creatures appear and what they could do.

Drake makes it his mission too not only secure Venom but also those strange creatures and if he has too step on some people too get there so be it.

It would not be the first time Carlton Drake has had too do so

Drake is definitely going to be extra greedy once one of his drones spots both Pokemon. There are so many questions going through the man's mind right now. Are these an undiscovered species from Earth or the stars like the symbiotes?

He wants them and Carlton Drake always gets what he wants.

[venomous--fics]

In the Dark Ch.1

Inspired by/Mood music: Losing Interest by Shiloh // I’ll Keep You Safe by Shiloh // Slow Dancing in the Dark by Joji (so the lyrics in this song kinda related to Eddie. imsosorry.)

Pairings: Carlton Drake x Reader, Eddie Brock/Venom x Reader (eventually?)

Summary: Your lifelong friend, Eddie Brock, has come into your life and you two plan to catch up. Nothing ever goes as planned, though. 

Pearlie: AAAWWW YISS here’s that drama fic, guys. omg I am so glad I can finally get this thing out of my crusty documents. Enjoy this garbage! also, p.s. Anne is referenced, but at this point, in my story, they have already broken up.

STORY: 

You leaned over the counter, peering at the small tv. The Eddie Brock report was on, and you always tried to watch it, as you promised Eddie you would never miss an episode. Sometimes it was the only way you got to see him. You two had hardly spoken since he became a journalist. You weren’t upset that he was following his dream, no, you just wish he still had some spare time for you. 

You and Eddie go way back. You two had met during your first years of preschool. Some bigger kids were picking on you and taking your things and Eddie tried to be the hero, only for him to get picked on as well. You two just stuck together, and as you both got older, Eddie got braver (even if it meant getting into serious trouble) while you stuck to focusing on work. 

You and Eddie had planned to go to the same university and everything, and you worked extra hard to make sure you would make it. But after graduation, money became and issue, so you had to stay behind to work a job or two to save spare change. Eddie was way more broken up about it than he would admit, but he promised he would come back and they’d buy a big house and nice car, dogs, cats, the works. 

You hate to admit it, but you dreamed about that all the time. You wanted to have a life with Eddie more than anything in the world. You’ve been in love with him since middle school. You always got jealous when he got a new girlfriend, but you never said a word because you wanted him to be happy.

“Y/n/n.”

Your chin was resting on the palm of your hand as you stared at the tv, losing yourself in a daydream. You felt like a lost puppy, and you were waiting for the day for Eddie to just come around, even if it was just for a couple of minutes. 

“Y/n/n? Hello?” 

You snapped back to reality and moved back from the counter, “What?” 

You eyes landed on a familiar face, a crooked grin was plastered onto it. It took you a minute to register that Eddie was actually in front of you. You let out a noise of excitement as you ran around the counter and put your arms around him. He returned the hug, chuckling, “You seem a little too excited to see him.” 

You move back and look at him, “Of course. I’m overjoyed, gosh, it’s been-”

“A year.” 

“Yeah. A year..”

Eddie took a seat on one of the stools and you sat next to him, “So, how are things?” 

You cleared your throat and twiddled your thumbs, “Oh... You know. Uhm. The same. Boring.” 

“Same.”

“What do you mean same?” you playfully tap his shoulder, “You’re doing so many amazing things, Eddie. How is that boring?”

Eddie took a moment to respond because he forgot what his name sounded like coming out of your mouth, or how happy it made him feel. He looked you over, noting how your hair looked in the afternoon sun, and how confused you looked that he stopped talking.

“Eddie?”

“Oh!” Eddie stammered, “Oh, right. Well- uh- I guess it’s boring because I just don’t do much.. I suppose.” 

Eddie began rambling about how the show made it all seem so exciting and cool. That went on for awhile, as Eddie had to talk about every person he ever interviewed, and you didn’t mind. It felt like an eternity of you two talking about nothing. You hadn’t even noticed the day was fading into evening until Eddie mentioned the time.

He got up from his stool, “I got somewhere to be, but I am not done with you.” 

“Maybe over dinner.” 

Eddie backed up to the door, “Why not. How about that weird, pretentious gourmet place just down the block?” 

“Sure, I would love to go to that weird, pretentious gourmet place.” 

Eddie bumped into the door, “Oh, sorry.”

You sarcastically rolled your eyes as you rose from your seat and walked behind the counter. He was so clumsy when he got flustered. It was always cute to you, if you were honest. 

“What about Friday at 7?”

You stared at him, pretending to think about it, “I suppose I can rearrange my schedule.” 

“Awesome.” Eddie replied, clumsily pushing open the door, “Friday at 7. Don’t forget.” 

“I won’t forget. You should write yourself a sticky note, though.”

“Oh.. Haha, very funny, Y/n.” 

You giggled as you leaned on the counter once more, “See you, Eddie.” 

“See you.” 

You watched as the diner door closed and Eddie walked down the sidewalk, celebrating a little. You shook your head, he’s never gonna change, is he?

 The rest of the week went by quickly, probably because it was so dull. It was now Friday, and you were waiting for your shift to end. You got off early, so you had planned to go home and get ready. You your outfit picked out and everything, only because you wanted to look nice. You never went out much, seeing as you really didn’t have friends and for the fact that you never actively went out looking for dates. 

Your shift ended and you made your way home. You were so ecstatic to spend an evening out with Eddie. You’ve only been dreaming of this moment for a few years. What if Eddie said he liked you? What if he was super honest about how he felt? 

Eddie was never one to get all mushy or romantic, but if he really meant it, you were sure he would at least give it a shot. Maybe not like those weird romance movies where they fly to a different country or anything like that.. But maybe he’d buy a ring pop. That counts as romance, right? You thought it did.

You opened the door to your apartment, sighing happily as you dropped your keys on the counter and made your way towards the shower.

Eddie left his boss’ office fuming. Interview Carlton Drake? That creep? Yeah, right. He let the mere existence of that guy consume his thoughts. There was no way in Hell Eddie would interview that murderous prick. He knew he had to, one way or the other, but he didn’t have to be happy about it. 

He made it home, and he sat on the couch, still thinking about that Drake guy. He would rather beat that guy to a pulp that even spit in his direction. He closed his eyes for a moment before he heard a ping. He turned his attention to Anne’s laptop on the coffee table.

She was in the process of moving her things out. She broke things off after a bit of an argument about Eddie’s maturity and how she wanted different things than what he did. He thought he’d be a little more upset about it, but she was right, Eddie was very immature. But in Eddie fashion, he wasn’t going to change that.

He set the laptop on his lap and opened the source of the noise: Anne’s work emails. He felt a bit gross about going through her things, but the email was from the Life Foundation, and it had all this information about people who had died during some weird trials.

Eddie lost himself entirely trying to research this, hoping to find something he could use to bring Drake down. He wouldn’t stop until he had everything he needed. 

You flipped your phone over and checked the time. Again. It was 7:45. You knew Eddie was going to be late, but not this late. You sighed quietly as you set your phone back on the table and rested your hands on your lap. He would be here soon, you told yourself. 

“Can I get you anything?” a waiter asked politely.

“I’m okay. Thank you.” 

The waiter left and you looked down at the table, glancing over the neatly folded napkins and perfectly placed dishware. Maybe you should just leave. You looked towards the front, hoping to see him coming through the doors, but to no avail.

You were growing tired and angry and you rested your cheek on your hand and got back onto your phone. You opened your messages and opened Eddie’s conversation. 

You began typing: Eddie, what the Hell? I’ve been waiting for almost an hour. If you didn’t want to come, you should’ve called. You stood me up.

As you were about to hit send, a voice caught you off guard, “Is this seat taken?” 

You look away from your phone and saw none other than Carlton Drake. You awkwardly set your phone down and shook your head, “Uh, no, go ahead.”

Drake politely sat down, “Sorry, I don’t mean to intrude. I come here every once in awhile- ...I saw you sitting by yourself. You seem upset.”

“Oh. It’s nothing. Some jerk just stood me up.” 

“That’s his loss.” Drake smiled warmly at you.

The waiter came over, “Are you ready to order?” 

“I believe we are.” Drake replied.

Before you knew it, you and Drake were talking about his business and it all sounded so cool. The two of you enjoyed a wonderful dinner, which he insisted he pay for. He also insisted that he walked you home, and he gave you his number, just in case you wanted to go out again. 

You had a surprisingly good time. Drake was actually quite funny, and charming, and talented. Spending time with him made you realize just how much your world used to revolve around Eddie. He obviously doesn’t care that much about you anymore, so maybe it was time for you to move on.

You got to your apartment building and wished Drake a good night, even giving him a small kiss on the cheek. You watched him walk off before you went in, and as you got to your apartment, you got your phone out again and saw the message you were going to send Eddie. You erased it and typed something new. 

We need to talk. Call me when you get the chance.

You crashed on your couch and shut your eyes, too tired to get into pjs or to even get into your actual bed. You had a lot to think about and to take in. Maybe that Drake guy isn’t so bad, maybe you should see him again. He was pretty fun to hang out with.

A few weeks have gone by, and you found yourself spending more and more time with Drake. He was a delight to be around, mainly because he made you feel special. He liked hearing your stories and often times remembered little details from them, like your favorite colours or flowers. It was nice being around someone who actually appreciated you. 

At least he wasn’t like Eddie, who has gone radio silent. You’ve tried to call him several times, but every time it went to his voice mail, so you gave up. He didn’t want to talk to you. He’s made that clear.

You got off work and left the diner, only to be surprised by Drake, who, surprisingly, invited you to a movie. He said it’s been years since he’s been inside a theater, and he wanted to go see this new sci-fi flick. You said sure and took his arm and you two began strolling down the sidewalk. He began asking about your day, and of course, you told him. 

You were lost in conversation with him, and even though you were happy, you couldn’t help but think of Eddie. Sometimes you imagined that Drake was Eddie, and that he was telling you all these things, and buying you these gifts.. But the reality is that, Eddie isn’t around again. It’s only Drake.

What’s so wrong with that.. You kept telling yourself it was all going to work out, with or without Eddie. Drake was a good guy, what could go wrong?

On the other side of the coin, Eddie was in the middle of a crisis. In the midst of everything, it seems he has gotten in the middle of something much bigger than him. His world was in shambles a the moment and he had nobody to lean on.

It all started with those damn emails. He shouldn’t have opened them, he understands that now. He should’ve just gone to dinner with you. He’s felt awful about missing it, but it’s way too late now. But after reading the emails, he decided he would be a smart ass and bring them up in the interview, to which Drake got irritated and kicked Eddie out.

That led to Eddie getting fired, which then led to Eddie getting drunk at about 3 in the afternoon. He just decided to forget about it all and found himself in Ms. Chen’s shop, where he was getting his “dinner.” And that’s where he found out that some lady named Dora was following him. 

She said that Eddie was absolutely right about everything: The deaths, the aliens, Drake’s insane plan to bond human and symbiotes. Eddie told here where to stick it, but he wound up caving, as he just wanted to wipe Drake off the face of the planet.

Other stuff happened that Eddie can’t really remember, but here he is now. He looked like Death is constantly knocking on his door and there’s this voice in his head that won’t shut up. Kept saying it’s name was Venom.

He groggily got out his phone and finally went through every missed called and unread text message from you. He groaned a little as the voice in his head kept asking who you were, because Eddie wouldn’t stop thinking about you. 

“Shut up.” Eddie snapped, “I’m trying to call.”

“Who are they, Eddie.”

“Shut up for the love of god.”

His call went to voicemail, and he shakily began saying how sorry he was, but quickly changed to a frantic tone, saying he really really needed to see you. Venom kept butting in, to which Eddie would snap at him, but then apologize to your voicemail. He kept saying incoherent sentences until the machine cut him off.

He began leaving messages, hoping that you would answer one of these times. When he got cut off once again, he decided to leave just one last message.

“Hi, machine cut me off again.. Look, I really am sorry, please just give me a chance and I-No, not you, just me- Shut up- No, not you- Sorry. Please, it’s important. That Drake guy is really bad news, Y/n. He needs to be stopped. Please just call me back.” 

He hung up and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. He feels like he’s losing his mind, which he probably is, but he’s trying to think things over, when Venom speaks up.

“Don’t answer the door.”

[dilfdarling]

Need

[Carlton Drake x Fem!Reader]

Request:  Hey! I love your work and I was wondering if you'd like to write some nsfw Carlton Drake x reader, where she is from Eddie's reporter team and when they pack their stuff after he threw them out, he decides to invite her to his office. Thank you very much, have a nice day 💕

Warnings: NSFW, Orgasm Denial, Fingering, 18+!!!

“Eddie,” your voice was low and full of unbridled rage as you grabbed for his arm, “have you lost your damn mind?”

Eddie turned to you, giving you a confused look, almost as if he didn’t care about putting his career, his life, on the line. You weren’t surprised in the slightest, to say you were would be a lie, but you were still mad. While you weren’t surprised by his actions, you had not expected Eddie to start asking the questions he had.

“Listen,” you inched closer to him, your voice still quiet, so guards wouldn’t hear you, “you and I both know things here are weird, but putting our jobs on the line like that? Stupid as fuck.”

“I’m a reporter, Y/N,” Eddie leaned closer to you, his nose almost touching yours, “I’m not going to let this shit go unseen. Do you want innocent people getting hurt because of him?”

“Of course not. But you know this could cost us, mainly you, our jobs. Eddie, I don’t know about you, but I need this. I can’t lose this.”

Eddie scrunched his nose at you and his eyes squinted. He had no time to say anything before your name was called out. You turned around to find a security guard standing in the doorway of the Life Foundation building. You swallowed hard and looked back to Eddie.

“Mr. Drake would like to see you.”

The guard stood there, waiting for you to walk up to him. Your only thought was that he wanted you dead. You were the next one he was going to experiment on. You were a lamb being led to slaughter.

“Okay,” you nodded to yourself, “this is okay.” You looked to Eddie, who looked about as worried as you felt. “I promise, I’ll be okay. Just get back to your job, maybe I can find... something out. I’ll call you when I get done with this, alright?”

Eddie nodded and you released his arm. You bit the inside of your lip and turned to speak to him one last time.

“If I don’t call you by tomorrow morning, just assume the worst.”

And with that you left Eddie. You walked towards the guard and prayed you weren’t about to get killed. As soon as you reached the security guard he turned around and began leading you into the building. As you walked down large halls your anxiety grew deep inside of you. A knot was forming in your stomach and it was not going away any time soon.

“Mr. Drake,” the guard spoke, bringing you out of your haze of fear, “I’ve collected Y/N for you.”

‘Collected’. You almost flinched at the wording. It was like you were handpicked for whatever horror was about to be thrown at you. You inhaled sharply and bit your tongue as Carlton Drake stopped whatever it was he was doing and turned towards you.

His eyes met yours and you felt your heart skip a beat. You couldn’t tell if it was because he was so handsome, or because your career, and possibly life, were in his hands. You felt your mouth go dry and your chest tighten.

He was smiling at you.

The most warming smile you had ever seen was plastered onto his perfect face. You knew immediately you were in deep shit. He was going to kill you himself.

“Y/N,” Carlton’s hands clasped together and his smile only widened, “I didn’t think you were ever going to arrive. Come on, follow me.”

Carlton turned away from you and the others he had been talking to and began walking away. You were stuck for a moment, thinking about every possible outcome of this predicament. Weird experiments and losing you job seemed to be part of most outcomes.

You were nudged by the security guard and you stumbled forward before catching yourself. You quickly stood up and began following Carlton. You looked like a lost puppy following closely behind him. You were sure others around the building were wondering what was going on. You had no identification on, clearly did not belong in the building, and had obviously been thrown out just a few minutes earlier.

“Here we are.”

He walked in and you followed once he waved for you to enter. He closed the door behind you and you felt the situation grow heavier. Everything seemed to come crashing down as you stood in his office. Realization set in and you were all alone with someone who definitely could get away with murder.

Your mind was racing along with your heart, thoughts moving at a mile a minute. You were stuck thinking of the worst possible things that could happen, while Carlton stood in front of you just smiling.

“Is- Is there something you needed?”

“Yes,” He leaned against his desk and crossed his arms, “I wanted to offer you a job here.”

Your brows furrowed. You watched him watch you, waiting for your response. You weren’t sure what to say.

“I have a job.”

Carlton shrugged his shoulders, “Maybe not after that incident.”

Carlton was right. You froze, swallowing hard. Was he threatening you. Eddie was definitely dead meat after what he did, but were you going to go down with him? Most likely. Especially if Carlton wanted that to happen.

“What would- What kinda job?” You were stumbling, terrified.

“Anything I can find for you,” He straightened up, pushing off from the desk, “I just-” He paused. You waited with baited breath.

“I need you here.”

You were stuck in your spot. When you gathered yourself you backed up, bumping into the closed door. Lust laced his words, his eyes dark and hungry. You were shocked by his sudden advances, but didn’t dare to leave.

“Of course,” Carlton leaned his head back, “you don’t have to take the offer. But I’m sure it would benefit you greatly.”

You thought about Eddie for a moment. He would want to absolutely kill you if he knew you were even considering working for Carlton. But Eddie didn’t pay your bills, or need you in the way Carlton said he had needed you.

“When would you want me to start?”

“Right away,” Carlton stepped towards you, clearly thinking about closing the space between the two of you.

He was worlds away, and the tension between you two could be cut with a knife. Your breathing faltered and you bit the inside of your lip. The two of you stood there for moment, longing for each other in silence.

You stepped forward and Carlton followed suit. You hastily made your way towards each other and as soon as you met him you were quickly grabbed, Carlton’s arms snaking around you waist. His lips slammed against yours and kissed back with just as much passion.

All the thoughts about Eddie and your current job flew out of the window. All you wanted was Carlton Drake. His tongue made its way into your mouth and you didn’t dare fight back. He pulled away momentarily, walking towards the door and locking it.

He turned back towards you, his back against the door. His eyes narrowed and he pointed behind you, “Get on the desk.”

You nodded and made your way to the desk. You pushed some stuff over, hopped on and waited for Carlton to return. He walked towards you, looking at you, taking all of you in. He smiled, his eyes slowly raking over your body.

“You are absolutely stunning, Eddie did not deserve to even be in your presence.”

Your face began to heat up. You bit your tongue at the Eddie remark. You adored Eddie, you really did, but you were not about to fight with the most powerful man that you knew. You didn’t want to ruin whatever was happening between the two of you.

Carlton’s hands moved to your waist and you waited for him to do something, anything. He pressed his lips to yours once more and as you kissed back you could feel your whole body burning, yearning for his touch. One of his hands moved from your waist and the zipper on the side of your skirt. You quickly untucked your shirt and tried to wait patiently for him to remove your skirt.

Carlton pulled away, “Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?” He was met with an enthusiastic nod. Carlton began kissing your neck as he slowly unzipped your skirt, letting it fall to the floor, “There is no turning back once you accept this offer.”

“Mr. Drake,” Your voice was low and your breathing was already heavy, “I’ll accept whatever job you throw my way, just please don’t stop kissing me.”

You could feel him laugh against your skin. One of his hands gripped at your thigh as the other moved towards the elastic of your underwear. Carlton slowly moved his hand passed your underwear and towards your already wet pussy.

“Hm,” Carlton sighed, “You’re already soaked for me.”

Your hips rolled forward, towards his hand. You craved his touch.

“Uh uh, be patient.” Carlton almost pulled his hand away.

Your hands gripped the edge of the desk as Carlton pushed a finger passed your folds and into you. You let out a soft mewl and rolled your hips again. Carlton pushed your hips down with his other hand and shook his head.

“Be a good girl,” Carlton warned, “or this will end quicker than it has to.”

You swallowed hard and nodded. Carlton’s thumb quickly found your clit and started rubbing slow circles. His finger pumped in and out of you and slow, steady pace, causing you to crave more. You needed more.

“Please,” Your voice cracked, “Mr. Drake-”

“Shh,” Carlton’s voice was low as he hushed you, “remember, there are people here, we have to stay quiet.”

You only nodded. He seemed to receive the message you were trying to send as he slipped another finger into your pussy. His movements became quicker and leaned back, resting on your elbows.

Carlton’s hand held your hips steady as he began to pick up his pace. A moan left your lips and bit your tongue. You held back another moan as Carton pressed his lips to your jawline. His thumb rubbed over your clit and you could feel your orgasm coming.

Carlton moved his lips from your jaw and to your neck, gently biting the skin there. You were about to be sent over the edge.

“Mr. Drake,” You whispered, “I’m gonna-”

Carlton pulled his hand away from you, smiling into your neck. “Not so soon, Y/N.”

You huffed, your body tensing, burning under his touch. His hand snaked back into your underwear as the high seemed to be wearing off. His fingers slipped back inside of you and his thumb returned to your clit. His movements were slow again.

“Carlton,” you whined, actually saying his first name.

Before Carlton could reply to you there was a knock at the door. The handle jingled and Carlton growled into your neck.

“Mr. Drake,” a scientist spoke from the other side, “everyone is wondering where you are, you have a meeting sir.”

“I’ll be out in a minute.” He spoke as if he wasn’t still finger fucking you.

You struggled to keep your moans quiet, and your voice low. Your body was fighting you and you couldn’t let it win.

“Yes, sir.”

He looked back to you, who was breathing heavily and whining under him. You were begging for release he had been depriving you of.

“I can’t just leave you on the edge like this, that wouldn’t be nice, would it?” He whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

Carlton began pumping his fingers in and out of you at a quicker pace, his thumb beginning to rub faster circles over your clit. You were closing in on your orgasm. You could feel it coming, and it was coming hard. You brought your hand to your mouth and bit your palm as you were hit with ecstasy like never before. You moaned into your hand and your whole body tensed.

Carlton pulled his hand away from you and pulled your hand from your mouth. His placed his fingers in your mouth and you looked up at him with wide eyes. You gently sucked on his fingers and watched as smiled down at you.

“You really are something else,” Carlton looked down at you, “I think I’ll keep you around a while. We’ll finish this later, I’ll be in contact with you.”

And with that, Carlton left. He left you sitting on his desk alone. You pushed yourself up and hopped off the desk. You grabbed your skirt and quickly pulled it back on. You stood in his office a minute, wondering how he would find you again, but you knew he would be able to. You quickly left and headed out, waiting for the moment Carlton would call you back in to ‘work’.

Tag List: @capitanostella @angeli-fucking-cat @outcastedangel (I’m so sorry I lost my taglist and still haven’t recovered it, please let me know if you wanna be tagged in anything specific.)

[poeticandors]

Kinktober Day 8: Angry/Hate Sex

Carlton Drake x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Carlton can’t stand each other, but they seem to find a way to deal with that anger they have towards one another.

A/N: Hey! I am back from vacation and trying to catch up on these kinktobers even though I am a bit... behind. Thanks for sticking with me, though.

Warnings: NSFW (As it should already be known), smut.

“Carlton!” Your voice came out muffled from the other side of his door as he sits down at his office desk. You barged into his office, not caring if he was meeting with anyone or if he was jerking off for that matter. “You took my data on the symbiotes? And you’re using it towards the trials without even telling me? Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Your information is what was key in trying to perfect symbiosis, Y/N. Of course I am going to use your data.”

You were beyond pissed. Carlton has always been a pain in your ass. Whether it was taking credit for your data for whatever experiment you were working on, or just being a straight dick, you couldn’t stand the guy. What also bothered you was how attracted you were to him. Part of you couldn’t help but daydream about him fucking you over his desk. The guy was hot, how could you blame yourself?

Clenching your fists, you let out an annoyed breath as you watched him stand up from his desk.

“You didn’t consult me, you never consult me. I am sick and tired of this shit, Carlton.” You turn on your heel, moving to walk out of his office.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m going to expose you and this experiment you have going on. I know you were thinking about doing human trials.” You shout over your shoulder. 

Before you could open the door fully, Carlton presses the door shut, his arm hovering just over you and his body close to yours. Your entire body tenses up as you feel him get close enough to whisper into your ear.

“You know… you’ve always been a pain in my ass, Y/N. A really big pain in my ass. Sometimes I don’t know why I bothered keeping you on my team. All you seem to do is get on every last one of my nerves.” He says through gritted teeth.

“Oh, really?” You scoff as you turn to face him. “Guess that makes two of us.”

The corner of Carlton’s mouth quirks up and you wish you could slap that look right off of his face. He takes a step closer, half of you feeling annoyed because he is taking up your personal space, and the other half aroused because, well, of how close he is to you.

“You know… three things tend to happen between two people who have spent a lot of time cramped up in labs and offices together.” He looks down at you. ��They tend to tolerate each other, or they tend to hate each other, or…”

“Or what?” You huff, taking a step back until you hit the door.

“Or they fuck each other.”

Your breath hitches in your throat at his words and you can’t help the way your thighs press together. Carlton’s eyes flicker down to your lips for a quick moment before he runs his hand down next to you, and you hear the door lock. The two of you sat and stared at each other for a quick second, and the next thing you knew, Carlton was pressing his lips hard against yours.

Letting out a moan against his lips, you begin to tangle your fingers into his hair as he bends down and lifts you up, slamming you against the door. You bite his bottom lip and he hisses as he pulls away slightly.

“Oh, alright then.” He chuckles deeply, pulling you away from the wall and setting you down on his desk. He rips your blouse open, your buttons flying everywhere, and you glare at him.

“Why did you rip my sh-”

“Shut up.” He slides his suit jacket off and begins unbuckling his belt.

“I can’t fucking stand you-” Calrton pulls you down by your thighs, standing in between your legs as he kisses you roughly. You pull him closer, tilting your head up as he begins kissing and sucking along your neck as he slides his hands underneath your skirt, yanking your panties down.

You begin unbuttoning his pants and slide them down along with his boxers so they fall to his feet, and he begins pump his dick with his hand.

“Eager, aren’t we?” He grins as he inches closer to you.  

“Shut up.” You say as you pull him down by his neck, kissing him just as he lines his dick up with your wet pussy. He thrusts inside of you and you moan against his lips as he begins fucking you hard.

Carlton keeps a bruising grip on your hips as he moves in and out of you, and moves away from your lips to kiss down your neck. You wrap both arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer to you. Never in your time working with Carlton would you think you would end up here, getting fucked by him. Sure, you had imagined it happening, but you didn’t think it would ever happen.

“This is what you needed, huh?” Carlton whispers sharply in your ear. “Someone proper to fuck you.”

The dirty talk combined with the way he was thrusting in and out of you, hitting your sweet spot,  caused your mind to go blank for a moment as your moans filled the room. Carlton smirks at your sounds and then moves to bite down on your shoulder, causing you to hiss in pain.

“You gonna cum for me?” He pants as he holds you close. “You gonna cum on my cock?”

Feeling the pressure build up, you pull back slightly as you look up at him with half-lidded eyes. “F-fuck you, Carlton.”

“No, fuck you, Y/N.” He chuckles and slams into you, causing you to dig your nails into his shoulders as you try to grip onto him.

Soon, he begins to brush against the spot you had been craving and the knot that built within you finally snapped, causing you to cry out. Carlton feels your walls clench around him and after a few more pumps, he follows behind you, his seed spilling inside of you. After a moment of catching your breath, Carlton pulls out, looking down at you.

“Guess we found a way to settle our anger towards each other, huh?” He smirks as you roll your eyes.