#cketus kasady x you

[violentvaleska]

𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚

ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴄʟᴇᴛᴜs ᴋᴀsᴀᴅʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴄᴀʀɴᴀɢᴇ ɪs ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ sᴘʀᴇᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ғɪɴᴅs ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴ ᴀɴ ᴀʟʟᴇʏ ᴡᴀʏ. ʜᴇʀ sᴄᴇɴᴛ ɪs sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴛᴇɴsɪᴏɴ, sᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ɢᴏʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ, ᴄᴀʀɴᴀɢᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀɴᴀɢᴇ

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ᴄʟᴇᴛᴜs ᴋᴀsᴀᴅʏ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏᴏ. ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴀɴ ᴀᴄᴛᴏʀ ғᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ ᴍᴏɴᴀɢʜᴀɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʟsᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴏᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀʀʀᴇʟsᴏɴ! ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ.

@thelovethatgrowss ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴘᴏsᴛs, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴄʟᴇᴛᴜs/ ᴄᴀʀɴᴀɢᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ...ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ^-^

New York is dirty, filthy. Some streets smell rotten, others like death. While there might be some beautiful neighborhoods like Manhattan or Greenwich Village, there are others as well. Harlem for example, South Bronx or Brownsville. 

(Y/N) is all too familiar with the later one. It is considered as one of the poorest neighborhoods in New York City and has the highest murder rate. Nice. 

This might be the fault of gang criminality, homicide, and the newest addition: symbiotes. The creature known as Carnage originally started its chaos and slaughters in San Francisco, but it apparently found its way to New York City. Carnage is a symbiote, an alien created by the Venom symbiote. Venom came from a planet, (Y/N) doesn't know the name of right now. This creature’s bond with a human or animal, taking them as their host. In Carnages case it was Cletus Kasady who he bonded with. A mass murderer, whose number of victims are still rising. Just recently they found the body of a young woman, strangled, stabbed and chopped into pieces. She was murdered around five years ago. 

It only makes sense for a blood lusting creature like Carnage to choose a host like Kasady. They just fit perfectly together. 

The young woman, (Y/N), isn't exactly thrilled about it. She works in a coffee shop and often comes home late. For normal her male coworker and best friend Travis would accompany her on her way home, because he lives just a few minutes away from her, but not today. Travis called in sick, so (Y/N) must walk home all alone. It's dangerous, especially for woman like her. Young, beautiful and alone. An easy prey some might say. It's why she is so scared of being alone outside

 For about now she takes her time to clean up the small coffee shop, humming to a song that's been in her head all day. She needs some good vibes if she wants to leave on her own. It probably won't happen anything to her anyways, it's not a long walk to her apartment building. She can survive 10 minutes in the dark, it's fine. While doing the dishes, a weird and nasty feeling overcomes her. Looking around, she turns to the big front glass of the shop, looking into the dark street of the city. At first, she didn't see anything, but then she notices the man standing on the other side of the street, staring right at her. A cold shower runs over her shoulders and she swallows down a nod in her throat. As the man races a hand and starts to wave at her, a feeling of confusion builds up in her. Maybe they know each other? Unsure of what to do, she simply waves back, but a bus driving by, blocks her vision. She patiently waits for it to disappear down the road, but when it does the strange man is already gone. Which is weird and creepy but doesn't have to mean anything. At least that's what she hopes. Shaking her head, (Y/N) takes care of the rest of the shop, making it ready for tomorrow morning. It's a normal Friday night, if it wasn't for her being alone and after that creep waved at her, she isn't quite sure if it really is a "normal" Friday night. 

  Turning off the light in the Coffee Shop, the young woman sneaks under the slit of the metal shutters and closes them with the key. She is the shop Manager after all, it's her duty to guarantee the shop's safety. Rubbing her tired eyes, she leaves and walks down the main road. The dark and cloudy sky is making her feel uncomfortable, especially the cold air that hits her skin. It's November and the dusty air turns into a freezing breeze. The little clouds of air drift from her breathing mouth and mix themselves with dust and dirty wind. It's distracting to look at, especially if you have the feeling to be followed, like (Y/N) has. But whenever she turns around, there is not a single soul. The sickening feeling in her gut won't go away, as she presses her purse tightly onto her body and quickly speeds down the wet street. It must have rained a little over an hour ago. 

 The gal doesn't look back anymore and she approaches the alley way to her right. It might be a dumb idea, but she wants to get home faster and what other options does she has left? Walking around the block would take too long. She rushes through the unlighted alley, her shadow mixing with the darkness and swallows it. Her breath is a little bit shaky when she hears a terrible unidentifiable noise. It's like an animal in pain or rage, hard to say. Its growling is deep but sounds so foreign at the same time. She slowly turns around and notices some slender figure hovering in the shadows, big white eyes watching her desperately. Her body is frozen in shock, her heart beats faster. Her instincts tell her to run and run she does. The creature is faster though. It lets out a shrill laugh, cackling at her attempts to run from him. The girl tries to breathe as even as possible but fails when she slips on the wet stone. Her fragile body crashes onto the floor, ripping open her pants and skin. She tries to stand up, but the creature quickly catches her, shoving her against a cold brick stone wall. A horrified gasp escapes her, as the symbiote pushes her body against the wall with his blood red tendrils. She can't feel them on her skin, because of the fabric that separates them, but she is still able to tell that they have a strange texture. Plus they are strong, cutting off her blood. 

 "Booo-" It runts in its husky and deep voice. Shocked (Y/N) closes her eyes, letting out a shaky breath. 

"What is a sweety like you doing here all alone?" It wonders and softly touches her cheek with his clawed hands. A terrified cry escapes her, as she turns her head away from his sharp claws, hoping he would just leave her alone. 

"Naw, don't make it harder for yourself pretty thing." They taunt, holding her head in place instead. Their tight grip bruises her body. He could just snap her in half. 

"Tell me sugar. Are you scared?" Nodding, she whimpers as she feels his hand and tendrils closing up around her face and limbs. A whimper escapes her, making him groan in adornment and approvement. She doesn't seem to be his kind of woman: too scared, too naïve, too innocent. 

"Yes." She breathes out, trying to collect her strength. The symbiote doesn't notice, still feeding on her fear. (Y/N) needs them to change back into their host. She could hurt him better that way. 

"Don't be darling. I won't kill you." A different voice speaks this time. It's when the girl turns her head, that she notices the handsome face of a man. It's Cletus Kasady, the symbiotes host. However, some parts of him are still surrounded by the red and slightly black mass. The tendrils of his back don't move an inch from her body, keeping her in place. 

"You smell like sugar." He notices, burying his head in the area where her neck meats her shoulder, taking in her sweet scent. 

"Don't be so quite sugar cup, I like them screaming." A bright and sadistic grin coats his lips, showing off his playful persona. His red curls fall gracefully onto his forehead, making his greenish eyes appear sinister. He is a creep, a murderous, but handsome creep. Looking him up and down, she notices something important for her next move. While his legs are hugged from the symbiote, his upper body and crotch are free. With a swift motion she heaves her leg, letting it crush into his soft parts. His tendrils cringe and let go off her, making her fall onto the raw asphalt. She hears the man growl in disapproval, as he takes a few steps back. He on the other hand, touches the parts she hurt.

 "Oh, I like you." He admits breathing erratic, as he slowly rises into a standing position again. The girl makes a run for it. 

 "Ah, you already leaving, doll? The party didn't even start yet!" He shouts after the young woman, catching her in the process. She might be a slick fighter, but not a smart one. She struggles against his red tendrils, trying to kick him in the guts this time. He easily doges it, causing her more pain. It's useless. 

"My, my- we've got ourselves a little fighter, ay?" His anticipations glare dives into her divine expression of fear and panic.

"Can I eat her?" The carnage symbiote asks it's host out loud, making the girl shiver with panic. She doesn't want to die yet. 

"No Red, we are going to play with her a little." The mocking voice of Kasady argues, his hands hold a tight grip, making her skin feel raw and wounded. Her wrists are swollen and feel numb from pain. 

"Would you like that, sweet cheeks?" 

"Fuck you." She finally has the courage to speak. The man just annoys her. 

"If you'd do it, with pleasure." A laugh escapes him, as the bitch spits in his face. She might not be scared of him, but what about his little friend? Carnage giggles in the back of his head, as he comes back onto the surface, cowering his host like a suit.

"Look babe. Cletus doesn't want to kill you, you are fun." The creature grins childishly, petting her head affectionate.

"I never gave you this promise." He explains and opens his wight mouth, revealing his long tongue. Her body stiffens and tenses up as a scream escapes her throat. She closes her eyes, as she feels the breath of the hungry beats, its tongue licking up her neck. It's disgusting. 

"You taste delicious. Sweet like candy." The beast notices, turning its head to the side, grinning hungrily.

"I wonder what your blood and flesh taste like." 

  The pained screams of a woman fill the silence of the evening, exposing a situation to the dark, that happens quite so often in New York. The girl falls onto her knees, a gushing wound over her breast, blood spills over her body. The red symbiote shrinks back into the body of a man with red hair. He softly smiles, as he shakes his head and looks down onto the beautiful hurt and crying girl. 

"You taste like cherries." He notices, liking his lips as he kneels down in front of her, petting her head. 

"Red loves that, I do too." Kasady admits, brushing over her soft hair. 

"Would you like to come with me? Have some fun?" Cletus has never been a womanizer. He doesn't quite get why she shakes her head, denying his blunt offer. 

"Naw, but I want to play doll." He huffs like a little boy, pulling on her hair a little.

"Please? We aren't going to kill you, pinky promise!" His shrill and cheerful voice scares her into submission, his persuasive look in his eyes doesn't help.

"What kind of fun?" (Y/N) asks, shaking as she closes the open wound with her small hand. At least small compared to his. He claps them together, enjoying her reaction after the loud sound. 

"Goody. We could play cat and mouse? Hide and seek? Or you just blow me, I wouldn't mind." 

"Sick fuck." 

"What was that?" His happy expression changes rapidly.

"I'm not gonna blow you, you sick fuck!" Kasady reaches for her neck, suffocating her. 

"I like you, sweets." He groans pulling her closer to him. 

"You taste and smell so good." She tries to catch some air, but he makes it nearly impossible for her to do so. 

"I won't force you to do so doll, no, no. But I will convince you, promises." 

 Softly he kisses her cheek, letting go of her. (Y/N) takes in a deep breath and lets the cold air cool her burning and raw lungs. She collapses to the floor in front of Cletus, looking up at him. 

"I'll remember you, princess." He whispers taking her chin into his hand. 

"And I'll find you and hunt you down." He laughs, giggling into the night, as he leaves the traumatized girl behind. 

She is shocked, but oddly happy at the same time. He spared her. He really spared her because he likes her. Then again, he said that he will hunt her down. 

Confused (Y/N) stands up and walks through the alley with shaking legs. She isn't quite sure what he would do now. He doesn't want to kill, eat or rape her. No, Cletus Kasady and his symbiote want to play a game. 

 And just maybe she would agree to play with them.