#spawn x reader

I don’t see a lot of spawn stuff on here, a shame for sure, so I came to contribute

TW for canon typical violence

Pt 2

You’re a reporter, trying to get something good to at least get something of yours published for once. And as most reporters do, you go out and do interviews. Your first mistake was going out on your own, your partner said he was sick. Typical, he never wanted to work for anything. You had big ambitions, you wanted to interview New York’s very own anti hero. Spawn.

This task proves way to difficult for an interview, it kinda went over your head how hard it’d be to actually find the guy. You knew that he frequented Rat city often, but you were a bit nervous going there on your own. So after a long day of waiting for something to happen, you gave up. It was getting dark, so you started home, already feeling the headache coming on for the boring writing you’d have to resort to, again.

You should’ve seen it coming in hindsight, you were alone, it was getting dark, and it’s New York City. You barely had time to process the movement in your peripheral before you were yanked into an alley way. You let out a frightened scream while being slammed into a wall. Two men stood in front of you, the biggest one held you against the rough brick, while the other was the lookout. The one holding you was demanding you give up your wallet, when you refused, he shoved you to the very dirty ground.

The other guy was urging the bigger one to hurry up, which made the other guy annoyed. The bigger man only got a few hard kicks to your back before getting thrown away from you. A clawed hand pushed you back, away from the violence about to occur. You watched with a stunned expression as Spawn, the very man you’ve been looking for all day, was here and absolutely obliterating the men. I mean if being beaten didn’t make you a little surprised, watching the men get killed in front of you was a shock.

When it was all over, Spawn turned towards you. He eye’d you before turning away woth a cold.

“Go home.”

You felt a shiver run down you spine at he deep and gravely voice. You were still reeling from what had occurred, you just watched him walk off. When you realized this might be your only chance to get this interview, you practically sprinted forwards with a desperate.

“Wait!”

You nearly ran into him when he stopped and looked over his shoulder. You took a few steps back, your heart racing.

“Um-I-Thank you.” You blurted, feeling a bit at a loss when he turned and kept walking.

“Uh, mr. Spawn sir! If I could just ask you a few questions!” You say quickly, following him.

“I don’t do questions. Go.” He grumbled, but you persisted.

“I’m a reporter, and I think that people give you a bad rep. You help me, I help you.” You say, skidding to a stop as he turned on his heel, getting into your face.

“I don’t want your help.” He growled, making you shrink a bit. But you wouldn’t let him shake your resolve.

“But you need it. Everyone thinks you’re just another low life criminal. But you just saved my life. I can rewrite the story, show everyone that you aren’t the villain they make you out to be!” You say sternly, though your voice definitely wobbled a bit. You watched as the eyes on his mask narrow, before going back to a normal scowl.

Random hc's, Gn!reader

He protects and watches over you

Stands behind you, like a huge shadow. Threatening anyone who he feels as an enemy

Sneaks into your room and stays there. Might cuddle next to you if you let him.

He puts his hands around your waist, pulling you close

Hes so very gentle with you. Never wanting to hurt you

He puts his head to yours

He carves your affection, and will definitely let you hug him.

He listens to you yap

Will put your hands in his, telling you the sweetest things

He follows you around the house like a lost puppy

He feels safe with you. You treat him like a human being. And thats what he needs the most

He'll also come to you for comfort. You have made your way into his heart and now he trust you.

His cape will keep you warm. Often tangles around you or your leg.

His green glowing eyes burn into yours, he'll often stare at you. He can't help it. His eyes hold many emotions, if you look close enough

He wants to be the only one to you but at the same time thinks you deserve better

He wont take his mask off, so you'll have to do it. He doesnt wanna scare you, but slowly lets you do ur thing. Your kiss is like heavens to him. Makes him want to touch you, and so he holds you close.

🐍ֶָ֢ Spawn isn't surprised that you are absolutely terrified of him. Having a hellspawn stalk your New York apartment and refuse to leave you alone is one hell of a scare. Still, he refuses to acknowledge that he had a part in intertwining both of your fates. It wasn't exactly difficult. You are simply a human—a mortal.

A little magic here and there and stealing your soul from your body and infecting it with a part of him also helped.

🐍ֶָ֢ You were a perfect Earthrealmer. Despite your need to flee every time he materialized out of thin air. He almost never spoke. He was like a ghost. He'd drop off groceries or things that you had been wanting to buy for the longest time. He'd sit on the edge of your couch and watch movies with you. Although he'd mostly just stare at you. It's a bad habit of his, but he just can't stop it. Your aura is so irresistible. Still, you would hide behind your couch, under your bed, or run out of your apartment and not return for hours on end.

So he tried to amend this by being as non-threatening as possible. He'd try to make himself appear smaller. He'd move something gently to notify you right before he would appear. He kept nightmares out of your dreams. The bad energy and entities that were attracted by him were never allowed within your space.

🐍ֶָ֢ You tried using holy objects on him! From every religion, you tried something. Some objects would burn him more than others, but he was used to the suffering at this point. Spawn would pluck the object out of your hand and offer his instead. You'd start fearfully sobbing and praying to a deity, or deities. It was more of an inconvenience if anything. 

He's already pissed off enough gods in his lifetime. He doesn't need one stealing your soul back and keeping you from him.

🐍ֶָ֢ It doesn't help that his K7-Leetha, and by extension his cape, have taken a liking to you. Leetha reaches out to you often, taking a hold of you. He isn't the one doing it. It's the parasite willing his body to hold you. He feels the need to emphasize this since you don't believe him. It's one of the few times he has actually used his words.

He doesn't fear much, but he fears himself. He fears himself hurting the only person he loves.

That's so fucking cheesy, he knows. It's like the plot of some stupid, shitty paranormal romance book, like his ex read.

It terrifies him. His cape will wrap you up and snuggle into you, feeding off of your warmth and energy.

It makes you woozy and panicky, only fueling him.

🐍ֶָ֢ You try to attack him, and he lets you. He can't help but chuckle at your pathetic attempt. You're like a cornered animal attacking the person trying to help you. It didn't work any of the other times, so why would it work now?

He's truly okay with it.

If it makes you feel safe, then he'll take some gunshots, punches, knives, and anything else you throw at him.

🐍ֶָ֢ Spawn tries his best to be vulnerable with you so you aren't as skittish. He speaks a little of his backstory, trying to make his voice less deep and gritty so as not to intimidate you. He asks you to call him any name, any nickname, just not Albert or Spawn. Albert has long since died, and Spawn has been through far too much to be loveable. He's just whatever he is with you. He's okay with that.

🐍ֶָ֢ The most important part is to hide his grizzly murders from you. You know he is a hellspawn and has some horrible shit and some good things sprinkled along in there. Still, his slaughters for you are sacrificial in nature. They feed him and give his obsession life. It makes Leetha even more protective of you. You make Spawn happy. You make his systems all fuzzy and hormone-y. That's how Leetha would describe it.

Inspired by Todd McFarlane's 1997 animated series from the Spawn comic series.

"Resurrected from the ashes of his own grave in a flawed agreement with the powers of darkness, Simmons is reborn as a creature from the depths of Hell."

Context: Spawn loving and protecting you, homeless reader, dark subjects such as death, blood, abandonment, and brief mentions of sexual assault but reader does not suffer from it.

Frigid and grim were the nights in Brooklyn. At least, the place where you resided in that much was true. Often taking comfort in the abandoned cathedral, that is where you fatefully encounter the hell spawn.

Rumors of him had stretched across the alleys. A supernatural creature in which his priorities are unclear. He shares the traits of a hero for some and a nightmare for others.

Praying as you do, the man stumbles upon you. First, the green glow of his eyes materialize in which his emergence from the darkness of the shadows follows. You gasp but remain quiet, feeling fearful and yet, you weren't exactly trembling either.

The sounds of murmuring rain with an occasional boom of thunder filled the room and then his heavy footsteps followed with the jingling of his chains.

You moved from your knees to stumbling back onto your bottom on instinct as his tall and muscular body loomed over your smaller one.

No words were exchanged.

His glowing slits for eyes softened for a moment, locked onto you.

With a blink of your eyes, he vanished.

That was the first encounter you had with the peculiar man. From there on out, meetings with him became more integrated into your life. Now it was incessant.

He would not leave your side. He mostly stayed quiet. All you knew was that he goes by Spawn and he watches over you as a protector. At times, you couldn't help but be creeped out. But at the same time, you knew you were safe with him. In fact, you knew you were safe with him.

He provides for you. Carrying you when you're tired. Bringing you new clothes to wear along with things to upkeep basic hygiene in these hard times. Putting his large cape around you whenever you were cold. He'd even bring you books to read to keep you from your boredom.

He showed he cared about you and your well being in a great share of details. He wouldn't let anyone take your joy from you.

At first it started out as his curiosity. Could he love again? Would he dare take a chance? Ultimately, he allowed himself to be vulnerable to you. He allowed his vulnerability to be at your mercy. The more he knew you, the greater his love for you became.

Aside from caring for you and being a provider, he was in it for the kill when you were faced with dangers of the menacing alleyways.

When a man attempted to have his way with you, a scream from you was all Spawn needed. He was there. First, he ensured you were safe and untouched. He handed you a strip of his torn cape and told you to put it on as a blindfold. You learned to not question him and did as he recommended. His reasons for everything he does is to protect you. Because when you did, he tore the head off your almost assaulter as well as another body part that needs no explaining. The loser's body lay on the cold and wet pavement as his crimson blood leaked to the nearest drain, rats coming to do what nature calls them to do.

Nurturing you in the cathedral, his large hands pet your head. You lay on his chest as his cape wraps around the both of you. There, the two of you rest, remaining unbothered.

Spawn and you alike appreciated the peace you two brought upon each other. Sometimes you had wondered if you were really praying to god or the devil. Because he truly was a guardian from hell.

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“Healing” (Al Simmons x Fem!Reader)

| When Al dies it’s Terry who helps you heal through his absence. Too bad he’s in love with you though.

| Reader is always black unless I say differently

| SFW, mentions of a character burning to death obviously, widowed and pregnant Reader

| Who gave Michael Jai White the right to be so fine?

| 2k+ words

It’s Terry who comes to break the news to you.

You’re in one of your favorite dresses, the one Al likes the most, heels on and hair done up waiting for your boyfriend to come home.

You’d talked a few nights ago. Al had gotten more sentimental than usual when while laying around after sex. He’d rubbed up and down your sides talking all about wanting to slow down soon, maybe add to the family outside of Spaz, move into a bigger house outside of the city.

There’s a beep outside and you smile to yourself, setting down two wine glasses next to your best ceramic plates and rushing to the door. You fix up your jheri curls in the reflection of one of the decorations on the wall as you wait.

It seems like tonight would be the beginning of you both settling down. You pick up the positive pregnancy test you left by the key bowl and hide it in your hand behind your back.

Rocking on your heels with a grin on your face you start to build yourself up. Al’s going to be so happy, you can’t wait to see the excitement take over the usually stoic man’s face.

Chapter 1 includes the gross clown demon Violator. I hate him so much. So I had him fuck with the reader and their best friend who is a OC. Its Spawn x Reader just to let ya’ll know. Expect there to be Spawn smutty goodness in later chapters. Once again, below the cut.