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honey-im-hotdog · 9 months

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Time to beat a dead horse:

I’m so tired of villains in superhero movies (and outside of those, let’s not forget) having environmental concerns behind their horrific crimes.

A few examples: Carlton Drake from Venom, Ocean Master from Aquaman, and the aliens from Peacemaker. (I think Ra’s Al Ghul from Batman Begins also had somewhat environmental concerns (not 100% but I’m gonna include it), and while I don’t watch Marvel, I believe Thanos also had a similar reasoning??) We see the same thing in Tenet, but as a non-superhero film.

If these movies painted these characters as extreme environmentalists but showed a more realistic approach and characters, then this wouldn’t be an issue, honestly. I think that could be a really powerful and impactful portrayal of climate anxiety and the incorrect concept that “we are doomed and there is nothing we can do and the world is gonna end!”

But they don’t. The villains in these stories try to destroy the world in order to save it but commit crimes in environmentalism’s name. The hero, or good guys, come in, foil the bad guy’s plans, and save the day. Yay! All without addressing the concerns the villain had, all without doing anything of substance. The hero gets to walk away looking cool while the villain cries in the background.

This creates a certain image of environmentalists. These are films seen by kids (maybe except Tenet), and what message are we sending them? If you don’t believe that people are walking away from these movies with the idea that caring for the environment equals batshit crazy people doing horrible things, just read this bizarre and horrible opinion piece from The Washington Post.

On top of being a very very bad no good writing concept, it’s also just incredibly lazy. Why can’t these villains have more nuanced backstories and motivations? A person having tangible and good cause but doing bad things because their judgment is misplaced can be a great writing device for antagonists and villains!! But this is not the way to do that. This is not the way to create a layered bad guy.

This trend majorly hurts the effort that a lot of people around the world are trying to make. This rhetoric is harmful and utterly stupid. I can talk a lot more about this but I’ll stop here.

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french-toast-enjoyer · 3 days

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For the fanfic asks

A, M, N

A: my favorite has to be Trust Exercise. It's the one I spent the most time on relative to length, and I think it's the most in character analysis I've done of Eddie and Venom's relationships so far!

M: I'm actually struggling to write it right now! it's a Venom AU based on the Bible and the classic story of "Paradise Lost"

basically, one where Eddie is a morally gray fallen angel— and Venom is the manifestation of sin that domesticates him. it's rather dark and out of character, and I need help fleshing it out! if anyone is open to letting me babble in their dm about it, you're a saint. infodumping is how I usually organize stories.

N: other than this? I think I want to explore the idea of Venom and Eddie having a versatile and consensual bdsm dynamic. my ideas so far are:

Eddie being dominant and overstimulating Venom

Venom exploring the idea of capturing Eddie

The angel and demon dynamic but as a bdsm scene! complete with shape-shifting and sensory illusions

Aftercare. plenty of aftercare.

(if you'd like to see me write any of these, lemme know!)

#symbrock #venom #french toast answers #ask game

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raz-writes-the-thing · 16 days

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o random facts. im a disabled trans guy, i do art, and i Really like putting rocks in my mouth (they are Shiny)

I would pair you with... Eddie Brock from Venom!

Eddie is a complete dork, and he means well. He loves all of your art and he definitely prints them on your shitty ink printer (if they're digital) and pins them to the apartment wall with thumbtacks. You ask him not to, but he figures you're not getting the deposit back anyway, so what the hell.

He will also call out ableist behaviour in a very public way even if you ask him to let it go. He's not perfect, that's for sure, but he tries his best.

#raz answers the thing #raz plays ask games #eddie brock #venom

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sir-yeehaw-paws · 4 months

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idk if this is a trademark but youre like the weed man but w venom snake. the vsnake dealer

What's my Trademark?

I'm having a FIT SLUDGE.

Hey, hey you. Yeah you, tumblr user. Yeah, yeah c'mer yea, over here.

You want something?

Wait, round the corner.

Yeah. Good. Stay there. Here. Real quick now. Eyes on the prize, ears to the ground.

Ya got it? Alright scram, he's on the house but we got 5 before we're busted.

#asks #answered asks #venom snake #ask games #🤣

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thechaseofspades · 1 year

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3, 5, and 13 for the music asks?

3: A song that reminds you of summertime

Me specifically? I was a delivery driver two summers ago, and let me tell you, I was not prepared with nearly enough music to get me through some of those days without going nearly insane. So I leaned on Spotify Discover playlist a ton, and some of the music I picked up from that era has lived in my brain ever since as "that summer I drove for 40 hours a week" music.

Long story short, "Bee-sting" by The Wombats. Probably the best "summer song" out of those. Don't get me wrong, they were all bops, but not all of them screamed *summer* without that context.

If we're looking for a more "summery" answer, then "Counting Stars" by OneRepublic has got to be it. It's got a great vibe, and just makes me wish I was more carefree and adventurous. I wish I could just go run in a field as the sun sets at 8 pm. That's the summer experience right there bucko.

5: A song that needs to be played LOUD

Any song that I really like or want to vibe to, I put my headphones in and turn it up as loud as my ears can handle it, and then a little bit louder. I like being fully immersed in the music. So for that reason, it's hard to pick just one.

But if I absolutely have to, then I'm going with "The Pretender" by Foo Fighters. It just absolutely rocks and I have nothing sophisticated to say about it. Does it rip from a Sesame Street song? Yes, absolutely, and it's funny to think about every single time. RIP Taylor Hawkins.

13: One of your favorite 80’s songs

My parents grew up in the 80's, so I grew up drowning in content of the era. I will be first in line at 80's nostalgia's funeral, because I am frankly exhausted from it, and have been for a while. Like, I get it, the 80's seemed kinda cool and there's plenty of good stuff from then, but my goodness there were other years

Anyway I'm getting off topic. The answer is "Under Pressure" by Queen and David Bowie because how could it possibly not be?

Thanks for the ask! Love doing these

#music ask game #ask game #i'm more of a fleetwood mac guy and that's 70's #honorable mention to anything grouplove has made for the summer answer #and 'anti-venom' by uss for the loud answer #what can i say i am very indecisive

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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"Love is enough to drive anyone mad."

Love and thanks! ❤️

🌹 WIP Game

#navybrat answers #🌹ask #wip ask #wip game #jefferson #jefferson ouat #venom in your sink #future fic #thebluemage #sending love ❤️#asks are always appreciated

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mothpawbs · 2 years

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PREACH ALL YOU WANT BUT WHO'S GONNA SAVE ME!! I KEEP A GUN IN THE BOOK YOU GAVE ME!! HAAAALLELUUUJAH, LOOOOCK AND LOAAAAD!!!!

#godDAMN i love this song #religious trauma go brrrrrrr #moth answers #ask game #music #my chemical romance #mcr #three cheers for sweet revenge #thank you for the venom #liberhoe

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kitausuret · 1 year

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A , D , J , O & Z for the ask game :)

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

Hmmm... for this one, I'm going to try and say a ship I don't talk about a lot - Liz Allan/Betty Brant! Honestly, for this one I have to give credit to @softgrungeprophet because they're the one who really gave me the brainworm. I have a few ideas for them rolling around in my head that will probably get incorporated into the world of Dust to Dust, maybe a couple spin-off one shots or something. I just think rivals to lovers is fun, you know? Maybe they go to the same coffee shop. Who knows!

I've also been rotating Wanda/Jericho in my brain a lot, too. I don't even know what their status is right now. I'm so far behind on comics it's not even funny. But I remember when they first started getting together they were soooo cute. Can you even believe how good they are?! Please tell me if there's been anything more with them so I don't have to make it up.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Hmm... honestly, just because of how iconic they are, I wish I was more into Scott Summers/Jean Grey. I wish I was more into Scott/anyone. But up to this point I just haven't been that interested in knowing Scott better or getting really into any of his relationships. I like all the women he's been with (though I don't know Emma real well)! I'm just pretty meh on Cyclops.

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr.

Oh, gosh, Our Flag Means Death (which I did get kinda into) and Interview With the Vampire (which I have no interest in getting into). Especially the latter. I know IWTV is iconic. I know that. I just don't care about it at all. But I can't escape it. It's fine.

O - Choose a song at random. Which ship or character does it remind you of?

I hit shuffle on my playlist for "all songs" and "That's All" by Genesis came up. Hilariously, I don't know if it's on any of my character playlists, but that's my Sonyverse!Eddie Brock/Venom Symbiote song, especially after Venom: Let There be Carnage. It's like, idk, it's their breakup song. It amuses me. It's also really fucking catchy.

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go!

Uh, uh, uh, I don't know!! All I can think about is Harry Osborn and Venom stuff. Oh! I know! I'm really excited but really nervous for what the new Spider-Man game for PS5 is gonna do, because I'm pretty sure it's gonna throw any kind of interesting take on Venom out the window, bUT, Tony Todd as the voice of Venom is going to be amazing even if the writing sucks. I already have 50,000,000 ideas about Harry as Venom. Something something shared/mutual trauma. Two beings who ultimately just want to be held and appreciated. I don't think they'll be good for each other but they could potentially have a lot in common. I'm pretty sure the symbiote won't even be sentient in the Insomniac Spider-Man universe but wow! What if!

#asked and answered #ty for these delightful asks bri 💖#thinking about harry!venom since i finished the miles morales game aaaaahhhhhh

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kayfabebabe · 2 years

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Top 5 Pizza toppings (vileandvenom)

Veeeeeen - Thank you so much for the Ask <3

Pepperoni

Pineapple (Nobody yell at me)

Spinach

Sweetcorn (Yes, I'm that one person who likes corn on pizza)

Red onion

#Ask Answered #THANK YOU VENOM!#<3 #The Human Speaks #Top 5...#(I made myself hungry writing this list)#Ask Game

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universestreasures · 2 years

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Serena from Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V Has been added as a Secondary Muse! Just like with my other bracelet girls/Ray, she is canon divergent + expanded (In terms of the plot) and headcanon based!

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jacky-rubou · 7 months

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✨🎀🎉💞 for the ask game

hi, sorry for the delay, I forgot this existed for a few days haha.

✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

Before I posted my most recent fic, Fated Stars, I would say Ad Astra Per Aspera, my fic in the He Signs I Love You AU, which took a while to get any traction when I posted it, but now I'll go ahead and say Fated Stars. I have so many ideas and put so much work into this silly AU, and it... would be nice if it got more credit than it has so far, in a not-pressuring way, of course. Tomorrow is another day, but I'm probably shelving it until I get my other AUs worked on.

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

I like how I write the characters, especially Ford, no matter what anybody says about it. I like how I can invoke emotions into my readers through my brand of angst. I put a lot of my heart into my writing and I know it shows.

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

Every time I post, even when I feel mentally exhausted from the effort. I try to give myself validation but it's very hard for me without outside feedback getting the ball rolling. Like, I'm very proud of 'Til The Blue Skies Drive The Dark Skies Far Away and Not so Different (And We're Dying For It) but I don't think I felt as proud or validated until I at least got feedback that I deserved to feel proud. I really want to get to a point where I don't need the outside validation so badly, but its hard.

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the world-building, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

plot and characters. I agonize over the plot of my fics, trying to make them logically consistent and it stings when I discover inconsistencies that probably nobody who isn't looking too hard will find. Also, I try to characterize the characters in a way that feels as close to canon as I can, even when my own biases try to ruin that plan haha. i guess i'm not perfect, but i try.

anyway, thanks for the ask. sorry again for answering so late but at least I got to it eventually!

#ask game #Ask Jacky #i'm still a little shaken up by a certain anon but answering this ask is helping me overcome their venomous words about my writing #so i guess i'm glad i answered it late in a weird way

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luveline · 6 months

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gorgeous can we get bombshell reader and Spencer May be the first time he’s snappy with her bc he’s stressed and she’s just so taken aback and May be even tears up? And then just a fluffy ending with Spencer apologizing

thank you for requesting! fem, 2.2k

Spencer Reid is extra kissable when he's frowning. Button up and no suit jacket, sleeves pushed past his elbows and hair on the shorter side, he holds a certain confidence in his hands where they're tucked in his pockets. Sure of himself, and clearly agitated.

You're always on his side; you don't think twice about easing into the conference room to see what's wrong.

"Hey," you say with a slight lilt to your tone. You're always on his side, and always flirting. "What's wrong?"

"Why does something have to be wrong?" he asks.

Not mean. Not light. Somewhere in the solid middle, his gaze loyal to the laptop on the desk he stands behind. You step close enough to smell the subtle scent of his cologne, wondering if he can smell your perfume in turn, and if it's one he likes. You try to touch his hand and he takes the desk into his grip instead, leaning forward, out of reach.

"That's not what I meant to convey," you say, still flirting. You're not stupid, you realise his mood, but you're hoping it's somebody else's fault. "But if you aren't happy to see me then I'd definitely suggest there was something wrong."

"I'm just trying to figure something out."

This close, to your own credit, Spencer usually trips up. He's been getting better as you've grown closer, your 'torturing' —as the team likes to call it— only prompting the occasional blush or stammer. You don't flirt with Spencer to torture him no matter what anyones says and you never have, you flirt with him because he deserves to be complimented. He's andsome, intelligent, and courageous. What others might miss you see in blaring neon lights: he's a catch. You intend on making your intentions known, and if that means playing the long game or the slow burn, that's okay. You like to dance.

You put yourself between him and the laptop screen. He can still see it if he cranes his neck, and he does. "You look a little tired, handsome. Looking at a screen all day will hurt you in the end. Neck aches, shoulder cramps, eye strain. Though I can't help with the latter, the former…" His arm is solid under your hand, your fingertips running along the ridge of a stark vein.

He doesn't quite flinch away, but he moves quickly enough to startle you, lamenting, "Could you give me some space, please?"

That's all well and good, you rush to do as he's asked and step back because the very last thing you want is to make him uncomfortable and his voice is frankly acidic, but everything is moving too quickly, you're not as aware as you should be —you smash your hand backwards into a cold cup of coffee and knock it straight into the lap of Spencer's laptop.

"No," you gasp, grabbing the cup before the entirety of it can empty. Coffee wells between the keys and you go to grab it to– well, to do something.

"Stop it!" Spencer shouts, voice sharp as a knife. "You always do this," —quieter, venomous— "you can't help yourself."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I would answer you if I had the time. I'll be busy rescuing my hard drive before an entire month of work is wasted thanks to your dire need for attention."

He slips around you and stalks out the door, coffee dripping from the corner of his laptop in a sorry trail that shines in the fluorescent lights.

Your first rush of tears are driven by indignation; it was an accident, you didn't mean to do that, why would you ever do that? But the second, more encompassing rush is a hot mixture of shame and guilt. What have you done?

You take a hesitant step toward the door but don't bother following him. I'll make things worse, you think, bringing a hand to your face. Makeup marrs your hand as you wipe your cheeks. You stare down at the stains for a long, long time.

I'll apologise, you think eventually, rubbing at the mascara like soot on your palm. Just as soon as I look okay again.

You don't want Spencer or anyone to see you upset. You wear your makeup and your confidence for yourself, not to hide any insecurity but to embolden yourself, to be yourself. But to get to your desk you'd have to leave the conference room bared as you are, and you'd have to face Spencer, and the second option brings more tears.

This is all so messy, and it's your fault.

I'm such an idiot. I'm exactly what he thinks of me.

You sit in the chair furthest from the door with a pack of tissues from the cubby and rub your hot cheeks dry, streaks of mascara in the shapes of your fingertips like soot left behind. It's sitting that gets you —the shock of tears at being shouted at by someone you care about amplifies into a distress you can't explain. It's stupid, it's stupid. You press your face into your hands and curl in on yourself at the table, ears ringing. I'm so, so stupid.

—

The inside of Spencer's lip is bleeding, metallic on his tongue. He's white hot annoyance all the way to Penelope's office, choked as he tells her he needs her help.

"Spencer?" she said. "What happened? Are you okay?"

He realises what he's done. "Please, Garcia, can you do something? I really need to go."

He doesn't hear her response beyond her surprised but emphatic Sure, spinning on his heel to walk back the way he came. He rubs at his temple, moving between a slow trudge and a speed walk as he assesses the damage of what he's said. What did he say? your dire need for attention.

Your sniffing is something out of his fucking nightmares. Who does he think he is? You're sitting exactly where he left you next to that half empty coffee cup, a tissue scrunched in your trembling hands, visible in the small glass window of the door. You must be thinking of what he's said to have missed the sound of his footsteps, or perhaps he's left you too upset to want to look up.

He sees the moment a sob works through you, watches you hold your breath in a painful effort to keep it down, raising the tissue to your eyes and catching your tears before they fall. You're doing a lacklustre job despite your efforts, the oily shine of mascara iridescent on your cheeks. Or maybe that's tear tracks. It's hard to tell.

Spencer fights with himself. He doesn't know if deserves to come running back or if it would be more fair to send JJ or Derek in to comfort you.

"You made your bed," his mom would say, not without affection. "You have to lie in it."

Spencer squeezes his eyes closed to push away the memory, surveying the damage he's done carefully as he crosses the threshold back into the conference room. Your head lifts at the sound of the door, your stammer visible before you speak, "Spence– Spencer. Is your laptop okay? Did I break it? I'm so sorry."

Gideon would tell Spencer to be nicer. Hotch would say Reid in that stern shade of voice that's half disapproval and half fondness. They'd both tell him to be better, but neither of them have ever had to see you as you look now, tearstained and sorry, eyes wide with worry but shoulders tense. He has his role models, and yet none of them could possibly give him a way to apologise that could ever make up for they way he's made you feel.

Little dramatic, Morgan would say. Start with a hug, loverboy. Can't go wrong with a hug.

He should ask but he doesn't, a second transgression against you. Spencer pushes past chair and the sodden circle of carpet to your chair, pausing in case you're going to tell him to shove it. You lick your lips. "Did I break it?" you ask, as though resigned for a yes

He can't temper that amount of self-hatred on you. It doesn't suit you. He much prefers you the way you like to be, confident in everything, flirty and funny and soft, in both touch and touches. He takes your face into a careful hand, tilting it toward the light and weary of your shallow exhale. "I…" He begins and ends, stroking your tacky cheek with his index finger, as though brushing away an eyelash. If it were real he'd say make a wish, and you would wish for him or some similar sweetness, salacious smile to boot, or earnestness fit to fill a mountain. I wish you'd realise how pretty you are and stop denying me the pleasure of a beautiful boyfriend, you'd croon.

His fingers collect at your jaw and slip behind your ear as he cleans your skin with the side of his thumb. You lean into the touch, slashing his hesitancy in two.

"Sorry," he says, pulling your head toward his neck gently as he leans down to hold you. "I'm sorry. Don't be upset, please. Don't be upset "

"I'm an idiot–"

"No," he says, with the facts to back his denial. "I'm an idiot, I should never have upset you like this–"

"I broke your computer, it's just like you said–"

"I shouldn't have–"

"–I'm so needy I could've ruined all your hard work," you say, wriggling with guilt like you attempt to pull away.

Spencer really doesn't want to let you go now he has you, not until he's sure you'll stay in one piece. "If it's ruined, it's my fault for failing to back it up."

He should tell you that he's sorry for what he said. He knew it wasn't right he moment it escaped him, to speak to you like that, and accuse you of what he did. He basically called you selfish, uncaring. He implied it and worse, and for what? An accident? A mis-step that he practically forced you into?

"I never should've said that to you," he says, breaking his hug to crouch in front front you, searching blindly for your hand as he holds eye contact, looking up. You deign to frown down. "And I walked away. And you're crying," —his voice fries with sympathy— "because of me."

Your hand is limp in his. "I'm sorry," he says.

"It's okay." You sniffle and nod, lips struggling into a smile.

"It's not okay."

"Well, I hit your coffee over, so we're even."

"You accidentally spilled my drink, you didn't deserve to be mocked."

"Spence…" Your eyes half-lidded, you wince down at the cradle of his hand where it holds yours. "Did I break it?"

"I don't know. I got to Garcia's office and I knew I did the wrong thing, so I came back."

You swallow audibly. "I just wanted to make you feel better."

"I know, angel." He stands again as your eyes well with tears to hug you, kissing the top of your head. "I'm sorry. That was all me, okay? I shouldn't have snapped at you."

What follows is agony. Spencer patting your back through a panicked bubble of tears, wretched in knowing he caused it, and worse is the look you give him as he wipes your messed up make up away in want of a mirror, like you're grateful.

"Does it look really bad?"

"N–no. You look really pretty," he says.

"Are my eyes puffy?"

A little. "No. You look great." He can't apologise anymore– it won't help you feel better now, it'll just assuage his own worry. What you need is a different reassurance. "It's hard not looking at you, sometimes, you look that nice. But you know that already."

"I don't mean to do that. I didn't mean to."

Spencer puts his hand above your heart. "I know you didn't. I really, really shouldn't have said it. I was being cranky and I struck out like a kid."

"...You're not just saying I look nice to get back in the good books, are you?" you ask.

Spencer leans in, nearly nose to nose with you. "Of course not."

You tilt your head as though you might kiss him. He knows you won't and he's delighted anyways. It means you're feeling okay. He's nearly forgiven, or, at the very least, you're not actively upset. "I thought I liked seeing you pissed off, but now I'm not so sure."

"It's not a good look on me," he murmurs. "But it looks great on you, if you want to get angry with me."

"Well now I can't. I know it's what you want."

"Can I give you a hug?" he asks.

You drop all your acts and slide your arms around his neck. He wraps you up slowly, one arm at a time, careful to put all the pressure exactly where you like it.

"That feels nice," you mumble.

He bends into you and rubs your back. "Yeah?"

"Don't," you warn.

He draws a shape into your back with his fingers, slow, tiny things that make you squirm. "Don't what?"

"You're tickling me." You don't sound unhappy about it.

"What?" he asks. "I can't hear you over the sound of me being a huge jackass. Sorry, angel."

Your giggle is honey into his shoulder, sticky and sluggish as his circles turn to stars.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

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evergreen-lyricist · 1 year

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love ya ev <3

hi cass!! thank u for the ask 🥰

29. Mary On A Cross by Ghost

this reminds me of aziraphale & crowley from good omens, & i like to listen to it when i read fic about them.

#ev speaks #answering letters #ask games #the cringe answer is eddie & venom 😔

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sir-yeehaw-paws · 1 year

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4, 5, and 8 for metal gear

Media Asks

Hello~!

4. A character I couldn't care less about

Look. I know he (supposedly) was responsible for the events of Operation Snake Eater. I know he's big and important. But despite his name Hot Coldman is SO forgettable. Missed the mark completely IMO.

5. The character who gives me the greatest gender envy.

VENOM SNAKE AND IROQUOIS PLISKIN I WILL STEAL YOUR GENDERS AT MIDNIGHT

8. The character with the greatest wasted/unexplored potential

I have a few honestly but since I've been asked 8 twice for this one I'm going to say Para-Medic. Granted, some of this is the trouble with doing prequels before their main-timeline media but when you think about how her actions contribute to SO much of the series happening at large, and how responsible she was not just for brain-childing LET with Zero; but also by the consequence of doing this setting of a chain of events that would shape more than one of the games happenings it is a crying shame we get her in one game only and then only learn about her in bits and pieces.

Now I'm not saying this is inherently a bad thing. Sometimes having a major player known only on a smaller level works, but for the impact she left on the series, it's astonishing she's only in one game-and as a radio support telling you about movies, medical care and food honestly.

Thank you for sending in!

#asks #answered asks #ask games #media asks #mgs #para medic #hot coldman #iroquois pliskin #venom snake

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vlrspace · 3 months

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promise me, you belong to me

okkotsu yuuta x reader

contains. nsfw/mdni!!, implied yandere! yuuta, possessive! yuuta, unhealthy-ish relationship, petnames (angel, baby), yuuta and reader are in their fourth year, all characters are 18+, no actual smut but it’s heavily suggestive, this is short

notes. yandere! yuuta keeps taking over my mind, help 🫠

“did you have fun today with megumi?”

the question makes you drop your pen onto the table, spinning yourself towards yuuta with wide eyes. your boyfriend sits on the edge of your bed, legs spread as he leans back on his hands, dark blue eyes looking at you with adoration.

“jesus, when did you come in?” you’re a little startled as you ask the black haired male, a hand coming up to your chest, feeling your heart beating rapidly.

yuuta only chuckles before responding with a cheerful smile, though his eyes are far from that. “what, am i not allowed to see my girlfriend?” his tone is gentle, but there’s a slight layer of tension laced within his words.

“that’s not what i meant, you know that” you shake your head, the bottom of your glossy lips are jutting out a bit and your brows furrowing. your boyfriend’s smile disappears at your facial expression and you turn back to your table with a sigh, switching off the lamp near you before you slowly walk towards him.

you come to a stand between his spread legs, placing both hands on his shoulders, rubbing it tenderly while he gazes up at you. yuuta’s hands instinctively find their place on the back of your thighs, just below your ass cheeks and a grin stretches across his face. those blue eyes of his are unsettlingly darker than usual.

yet he still makes you feel safe, his touch on your bare skin is warm, fingers grazing your skin carefully, steadily making their way under your shorts. it shouldn’t have been a surprise when he grabbed a handful of your ass, but you couldn’t stop the breathy yelp leaving your lips. you’re glad you’re holding onto his shoulders, your knees are getting weaker as he looks at you so lovingly, in contrast to his harsh actions.

“you haven’t answered my question yet” yuuta reminds you lowly, eyes flickering with a sign of warning as his hands start rubbing your cheeks to soothe the ache he caused.

“we always train together and you always let me win. i wanted a little challenge to improve my skills” you answer quietly, fingers massaging his shoulders and you focus on the way his muscles tense under your hands. you can’t look at him any longer, not when he’s watching you like a hawk.

it’s better to not tell him that gojo asked you to pair up with someone else that wasn’t yuuta. gojo knows that yuuta’s abilities are excellent, he makes a good teacher, but yuuta wants to avoid you getting hurt and that won’t be handy during a fight where he’s not by your side.

you know that gojo is right, but you also knew that yuuta would get jealous and possessive of you the second he sees you, it happened before on many occasions.

you spent an afternoon with inumaki and itadori in the common room, while yuuta was away on a mission. he didn’t like seeing you sitting between the two boys, excitedly playing some game on the tv even if you were wearing his clothes. one of the hickeys he left on a visible spot on your neck took an awfully long while to fade.

you have to decline most missions with ino and nanami too because yuuta can take teenage boys hanging around you, but older men are a different level (not that he couldn’t beat them in a fight). yuuta made that clear by ruining you the night before your mission, leaving your muscles sore, throat dry and body covered in marks all over. it leads to you sleeping in (yuuta turns off your alarm) and you can barely function throughout the day, deemed useless to go on a mission.

“you can improve yourself with me too, i don’t see why you had to pair yourself up with megumi” yuuta speaks, words dripping with venom and you feel his hands leaving your ass and instead, he places them on your hips, thumbs slipping into the hem of your shorts. “look at me angel” it’s firm, the way he demands your attention on him and you oblige, not wanting to anger him.

yuuta’s gaze is predatory, it makes you bite your lips and you feel him slip your shorts down before pulling down onto his lap. one of his hands come up to your face, brushing his fingers against your skin and you instantly lean into his hold when he cups cheek. yuuta looks at you expectantly and you return his actions with both hands, leaning close to him.

“i’m sorry yuuta, i’ll choose you next time, every time” you whisper against his lips before pressing your lips together. “i’m only yours”your words are mashed between kisses, but yuuta gives you an approving hum, licking your bottom lip and you let him slip his tongue into your mouth eagerly.

yuuta’s hand move from your face to your neck, closing his fingers around your throat but he doesn’t squeeze it and continues to assault your mouth with his. you fist his black hair, pulling him closer to you and you moan into the kiss when you feel his other hand pinching your clit through your panties.

“you promise right, baby?” he mumbles against your lips, ducking his head lower to kiss, suck and bite the skin there. you already know you’ll be littered with love bites by tomorrow morning.

“yes, yes i promise yuu” you frantically nod and he leaves your neck and offers you a grin before laying you down on your bed. he kneels above you as he takes off his shirt and presses a quick peck on your lips. yuuta hovers over your panties, sucking your clit through the cloth, holding you down by your hips. it makes you trash and whine, lacing a hand with his.

“no one else gets to have your pussy, only me. fucking remember that” yuuta grumbles against the material, eyeing your reaction but ends up chuckling when you lift your hips up in a needy manner and he slides your underwear down.

yuuta knows he has nothing to worry about, you’re such an eager little thing, putty in his hands when he pushes the right buttons. but you’re also so delicate and beautiful, he knows that, sadly so does everyone else. yuuta fears someone might take you away from him because of that, yet when you’re so wanting and yearning for him to touch you where you need him the most, he remembers he has nothing to be afraid of. only yuuta knows how to please you and make you come undone just the way you like. it makes him love you so much more, you’ll always give yourself to him like this and let him do however he pleases.

why would you want anyone else, when he’s right here? you belong to him anyways.

@/vlrspace, 2024

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Wicked Games

🕷️ kinktober — day 16: edging 🕸️

pairing: haechan (nct) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: non-idol!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, established relationship, subtle d/s dynamics (dom!haechan), edging / orgasm denial, oral (f receiving), dry humping, fingering, haechan does eventually let reader cum, haechan calls reader ‘baby’

word count: ~1.3k

synopsis: your boyfriend’s favorite game? denying your orgasms at the last possible second <3

a/n: dedicating this one to my fellow haechan stan @jaylaxies (aria 💙) 🤭

posted: october 16, 2023

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Three times. Your boyfriend had basically taken you by the hand, leading you to the very brink, the precipice, of an orgasm just to rip it away from you right before you could have it. Each time a whine would tear through your throat and escape through your lips before he would hush you with a kiss, telling you that would be the last one. But it wasn’t, it never was. He was in one of those moods again.

Haechan would often get into these sadistic moods where he would thrive off of edging you, denying your release over and over and over again until he finally felt some sympathy for you. He luxuriated in the way your brows scrunched together and your mouth parted to let out a noise of unfathomable pleasure before it turned into squeaks of disappointment and frustration. A smile would spread across his rosy lips when your knuckles would tighten then unfurl after being played for the nth time. It was all a game to him, and he only scored points when you looked disheveled, disheartened, and dissatisfied.

“Hae- Haechan, please,” your voice came out in cracked breaths, desperation dripping off of your words.

“Yes, baby?” he was so patronizing in the way he addressed you, like he was so innocent.

“I need to cum,” you whimpered like a wounded animal, begging for mercy, “Please.”

“You need to?” he repeated, “Or you want to?”

“I-,” you had to be careful, because however you answered next would determine your fate in the next few minutes, “I need to.”

“That so?” he asked after a moment of consideration.

You nodded, hissing when his fingertips touched the bruises he left from gripping your thigh while eating you out just ten minutes prior. The corners of his lips twitched, wanting to form a wicked smile. He continued to trail his fingers along your skin, over your hips and waist, past your navel, creating goosebumps in their wake. Up the center of your chest and the column of your throat, finally the digits came to a halt at your chin. They tilted your face towards his own as he now hovered close to you on your shared bed. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, the taste of your pussy still present on them from his earlier venture.

“Then I shouldn’t make my love wait any longer, huh?”

A venomous undertone was latent in the way he spoke. Your eyes began to tear up as you realized this will either be the finale of your torment or just another round of his cruel little game. You weren’t sure how much more of this you could take, but you wanted to cum so bad you couldn’t think straight anymore.

You breathed deeply in and out of your nose, gritting your teeth behind tight lips as Haechan’s fingers went back between your thighs, drawing meaningless lines and curves with the lightest touch possible. The skin between your thighs was sticky from the amount of arousal that had built up over the past thirty minutes. Thirty minutes of amusing foreplay turned into agony.

The first time, he had you pressed against the wall, your clothes still on. His knee was pressed against your cunt, expertly bucking up between your thighs until you were crying out his name and gripping onto his shirt for dear life. Then he was pulling away, tossing you onto the bed unceremoniously.

The second time, he was eating you out, relentlessly lapping at your clit like a piece of candy. And he didn’t stop until you were squeezing your legs around his head, moans spilling from your pretty lips. The same lips that whined out when he came up with a wet smirk on his own lips, mischief prominent in the way he moved up to kiss you.

The third time, he had been making out with you fervently, the two of you a mess of tangled limbs and mashed lips and teeth. He couldn’t hold back his grunts as he slotted his hips between yours and humped you. Both of you were still in your clothes, but only undergarments. You could practically feel his erection against your pelvis, the tip moistening his boxers as it bumped against your folds with every thrust of his hips. You were so close that third time, the closest you had gotten, only for him to pull away with a laugh when he noticed how pathetic you looked.

But now was the fourth time, and it seemed he was going to finger you. Usually your boyfriend liked to cum inside of you, so your chances of cumming soon were looking slim to none. Your chest deflated when you came to the realization, and Haechan noticed the shift in your expressions. A crack formed in his sadistic, playful demeanor.

“Want you to cum on my fingers. You can do that, can’t you, baby?” he kissed your cheek lovingly as his fingers finally slipped between the cushions of your thighs. The sides of his hands accumulated the arousal from your skin while his fingertips collected it from the depths of your slit. A chill went down your spine as you finally got him to touch you, like, actually touch you. Not with his knee or his tongue, “_________?”

“Yes,” you panted, already having forgotten the question. All you could think about was the pads of his middle and ring fingers teasing the slick skin around your clit. Your hips were bucking into his, yearning for more of him. He found it amusing, a cocky smile showing as he finally moved his fingers to your hole, dipping them in. His eyes watched your face contort with pleasure as he slowly sunk his fingers deeper, knuckle by knuckle, until he couldn’t go any more.

He slowly pulled his fingers out before thrusting them back in, repeating those fluid movements again and again. He created a pace that had your head digging into the pillows and your back arching. Your hands were clutching at his arm and the bed sheets, your fingernails denting his skin and your fingers twisting the sheets in their grip.

You were painfully aware of the wet sounds coming from between your legs. The squelching caused your ears and cheeks to burn with embarrassment, but it only turned Haechan on more than he already was. He loved knowing that he could make you this wet. That with a little foreplay and teasing, he could turn you into the biggest mess, and all without you cumming. If his pride could be measured it would’ve broken a scale by now.

“Cum on my fingers,” he said, gaze intense as he watched you get closer and closer to release. He knew your tells so well by now. The way you clenched around him was a dead giveaway, but your thighs also twitched and shifted, like you wanted to run but had nowhere to go. Your chest moved sporadically with your uneven, rugged breaths. Your moans became unbridled and carnal.

“Can I?” you whimpered, praying this wasn’t just some cruel joke he was making before he ripped the rug out from under your feet again.

“Yeah, baby, come on. Make a mess on my fingers, I want you to.”

Before he could even finish talking, you were already letting out a moan-like sigh, your hips pressing up against his soaked fingers. As soon as you finished, they fell back against the bed, and you were now aware of just how wet the sheets had gotten. But you didn’t care in that moment, and you wouldn’t for a while longer. You only cared about the buzzing sensation riding throughout your lower half, like electricity running through an electric fence. It crackled in your abdomen, your thighs, your toes, your clit. You forgot how good it felt to actually cum. Maybe now you were starting to understand why Haechan got off on doing this to you.

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