fluctuations

I am ESPECIALLY proud of this idea.

Trektober25

Oh, and yeah, I kind of forget to post pictures

It's something with a summer and warm vibe, guys are relaxing, they have a vacation, and everything's fine

The sun is warmer than ever

"Is this yours?" he asked. "May I borrow it?"

"You want to be a seal?"

"No, but when I take it off, I'll be a woman, right?"

Shadow falling over you, broad enough to swallow the reflection in the mirror behind the machine you were just using at the gym. You look up and find Ghost standing there in a black compression shirt stretched tight across his chest, mask in place even here, eyes flat and unreadable above the fabric. One gloved hand resting on the frame of your machine.

The question lands blunt, no lead up, no softening. Like he’s asking for the time or the weather. Your mouth goes dry. He’s too close, too big, the sheer width of him making the space between you feel airless.

You could tell him to fuck off. Should. But the words stick somewhere behind your teeth, and what comes out instead is a mumbled number, barely loud enough to carry, your eyes dropping to the seam where the mat meets the floor.

He doesn’t react at first. Just tilts his head a fraction, that slow, assessing cock of it Then, low and rough through the mask: “Lighter than I’m used to.”

Confusion flickers across your face but he’s already moving, already loading the bar next to you with plates that match the number you gave him exactly, no hesitation, no adjustment. The barbell settles across the padded support with a dull clank.

You should look away. You don’t.

He lies back on the bench, plants his feet wide, and rolls the bar into place across the jut of his hips. One smooth motion and he drives up, hips snapping high, the loaded bar rising clean with the power of it, his body locking into a straight line from shoulders to knees. The muscles in his thighs flex hard under the fabric of his shorts. Up, hold, lower. Up again. The bar doesn’t even tremble under the weight.

It takes a beat for the meaning to sink in. Heat crawls up your neck, tightens in your chest, but it doesn’t stop there. It drops lower, coils hot and insistent right behind your navel and settles between your legs with a heavy, liquid pulse, cunt clenching around nothing. The reaction is immediate and traitorous, slick gathering hot and fast, soaking into the seam of your leggings, clit throbbing in time with every snap of his hips.

Oh.

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Hmmm, Venom loved Eddie. Loves him still, will always love him, will always be part of him. His stupid morals and everything. But now Venom also has Simon. And Simon understands. Simon has a moral compass that is calibrated with necessity. And Simon feels... almost familiar. His darkness welcomes Venom, accepts the symbiote without fight (well, not too much of it, the human mind is always struggling a bit, they like that about humans, it makes everything more exciting) and now that they are one~ish, they test their limits and find few. It's not exactly better compared to Eddie but it is different.

When they are on a mission they don't fight much. Venom is still impatient, hungry, but Ghost is balancing him in a way Eddie could never. And when they finally move together it is glorious. And delicious.

Best thing: Ghost doesn't get sick when they feed on brain and flesh. He is familiar with the horrors. Doesn't need to be protected from that. Instead he is protecting others. Doing the things that need to be done so others can live their stupid little lives.

So You can love your stupid little life.

You are special to Simon. To Ghost. And therefore to Venom. Even if Venom still doesn't quite get why humans bind themselves through emotions, he learned to accept that as a fundamental human condition and part of their basic needs. Humans always seem to need at least one other human that is special to them. And while Eddy is always struggling with himself, his emotions and almost everything (how did he even manage before Venom?) Simon is not even trying to hide this from Venom.

And aren't you precious. Delicious. Soft and warm, a light in their combined darkness. Your voice the sweetest sound, your lips the sweetest taste and when you learned about Venom you accepted them so, so beautifully. (Venom wonders if this is what Eddy always wanted, because if it is, then he really needs to talk to Eddy about finding better mates).

Right now they are on their way back, home.

'I could get us there faster. Give us some extra time to relax' Venom suggest, but Simon only grunts. It's fine. They can spend a few hours with the team. They are fun. Simon needs bonding time with his pack. And Venom taps into the heat of Simon's thoughts to pass the time. The things they will do with you, as soon as you are alone. Maybe they will take their time. Sweet kisses at the doorstep. Holding you tight, your softness wrapped in black tendrils, supporting you when your knees give out. You didn't trust them the first time. Thinking you were too heavy for them. Even though you already knew Simon's strength, Venom brought a whole new level to that. (It's stupid how much Venom enjoys demonstrating his superior physical existence to you, but it makes him happy to lift you like it's nothing and you go lax and trust him to not let you fall. And he knows that Simon likes it too, when Venom makes you giggle, so why not play around a bit.)

Yes, slow and soft, that's how they will start today. Seducing you. Maybe you already wear something nice. You must know by now. And you always prepare. Like a present to unwrap. Silk and lace, clinging to your body, leaving marks that Venom will trail along, replacing the fabric with his own, until you wear him on your skin. Melting around your breasts, tongue playing with your nipples, making your breath hitch when Simon's hand is groping one and Venom's teeth are scraping the other. Like in combat, they move as one, working towards your climax, worshipping you, taking all you give them. Letting them in. Opening up for the thing that is SimonVenomGhost, One mind, one desire, one hunger. Holding you against the wall, spreading your thighs, sinking into your heat. Simon loves to take you right there, filling you with his cock until you are so full, slowly fucking into you. Venom loves sliding around Simon's cock, adding to its impressive size, forming beads and welts, stimulating your insides in ways you never thought possible. Milking Simon inside of you. Until you forget how to form words, until you beg them to stop or to devour you and Venom almost wishes you were compatible.

And later, when the edge of need is softened and they carried you to the bed, Venom loves to nest between your plush thighs, a puddle of black goo, tongue lazily licking into your cunt, tasting you, while Simon just holds you, big hands solid on your belly, caressing your skin, lifting the rolls, playing with it, as you talk about your week. Sweet voice hoarse from your moans, gasping when a wicket tongue finds your clit.

"Stoppit" Simon's voice is low, desire just under the surface. "Behave."

sometimes I’m reminded that there are still people who don’t know ao3 was literally created by incest shippers — and the site’s sole purpose is to 1. be completely against censorship and 2. host all kinds of dark, taboo fics that are banned on other platforms — and the first ever fic that was posted on ao3 was a fic about an incest ship from supernatural.

you are in the house that was created by freaks. for freaks (affectionate). every disgusting thing you can think of is rightfully allowed and welcomed on ao3, because they are exactly the reasons why ao3 was created in the first place.

ao3 was created because its creators got tired of censorship, they got tired of dark and taboo fics getting banned on pro-censorship platforms, and they wanted a place that was safe for ALL FICS THAT WERE DARK AND TABOO.

ao3’s main principle is being against censorship and being proship / profic.

there are some things in fiction that make me uncomfortable, but instead of shaming people who are just minding their own business and not harming anyone in real life, I choose to curate my own internet experience by blocking/muting what I don’t want to see. ao3 has excellent tagging system, so instead of being a bitch, use their tagging system properly and you won’t see the things you don’t want to see.

it’s your job to curate what you see. it’s not other people’s jobs or responsibilities to censor themselves for your personal comfort. the world does not revolve around you.

also you cannot censor “only the things you personally hate” without expecting everything else, that isn’t of conservative beliefs, to be censored too. because censorship is a slippery slope and a fascist tool. I promise you there are people who think “why do tags for queer love even exist on ao3? they’re grooming children”.

if you allow the things that you hate to be censored — because someone with enough power gets to control what other people can and cannot create/consume, it will not stop at the things that you hate.