#but yeah there were teacups and shit

[cynicallyneutral]

i had a dream

[pinktinselmonstrosity]

my friend and i sat down to work at 12pm and said we were going to stay until 5. then around 2pm we decided that actually we needed a mental health break so we stopped at 3pm, got hot chocolate, and went charity shop shopping for two and a half hours ❤️

[6esiree]

“Oh, so your fingers worked when they were inside of me last night, but today they can’t text me back?”

I saw this on Instagram and tried to imagine how my five fav Hazbin men would react if you texted them this. I whipped this up pretty quickly so sorry if it’s crap, LOL <3

Alastor:

Alastor only has a phone so you can contact him whenever you need to, and he usually answers right away, the only exception being when he’s busy. But the one time he accidentally leaves you on read because he’s out with Rosie, getting sidetracked by an interesting revelation, you decide to hit him up with this and, oh, he’s visibly horrified, flustered even, when he finally reads it.

“Is something the matter, Alastor?” Rosie asks, putting her teacup down as she notices the look on his face. “Oh my! Are you…blushing?”

“Excuse me for just a second,” Alastor says as he stiffly stands up, pushing his seat in and turning away, furiously typing at his phone.

“I am with Rosie. We will talk about this when I get home, understood?”

“Ok, I’ll be waiting for u <3.”

“Kiss your legs goodbye, ma chérie, because you will be unable to walk for a while.”

Lucifer:

Whenever you go out, you like to text Lucifer to see how he’s doing. This man answers FAST as fuck, that is why the one time he doesn’t you hit him up with this, trying to get his attention. When he finally checks his phone his heart instantly drops—I mean, what is he supposed to feel? He’s a blushing mess as he recalls what you did last night, but he’s also panicking, so he decides to call you.

“Hey, honey! I’m so, so sorry, I was in the middle of something. My fingers work just fine, by the way, I can show you if you come back home—“

“Christ, Luci! I was just trying to get you to answer.”

“Pretty please?”

Husk:

Husk takes his sweet ass time responding to your texts, so the best way to reach him is to call him. However, it’s just one of those rare occasions where you can’t do that, hitting him up with this to try to get his attention. Husk has company at the bar, that’s why when he finally sees your text he immediately turns his back to everybody, cursing under his breath as he tries to adjust himself through his pants.

“Oh, babydoll. Just wait until you get home,” Husk texts you back, pissed off but also slightly amused, especially when you answer him.

“Haha, ok…whatever u say old man :P.”

“You’re lucky Angel can't mind his own fucking business, otherwise I’d have something to say about that.”

Vox:

Unless he’s busy with something or he’s pissed off with you, Vox will answer your texts right away. The one time he forgets to tell you he has a meeting, you hit him up with this after trying to reach him for a while. Vox steals a glance at his phone, his screen slightly glitching when he’s asked to put in his two cents about something because he’s flustered. As soon as the meeting is over with, though, he teleports to your room, utterly embarrassed.

“I was in a MEETING! What in the Hell were you thinking?”

“Hey, I didn’t know that, I swear!”

“Yeah, yeah, now come over here, sweetheart. Let me demonstrate how well my fingers work on you.”

Adam:

Adam is 50/50 when it comes to answering your texts. Sometimes he’ll answer quickly, and sometimes he won’t, which can be frustrating. When you hit him up with this, it’s one of those times that he’s taking hours to see your texts, even leaving you on read when he finally opens them because his memory is shit. Adam is out with Lute, his eyes bugging out of his head when he decides to check his phone. I mean, hey, what’s up with that?

“Sir? Where are you going?” Lute asks him, watching him spread his wings, but Adam doesn’t answer, leaving before she can notice his boner.

“Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you? You gave me a boner in public, you stupid—!”

“Well, start answering your texts then, Adam! And don't you dare finish that sentence, or no sex for a week.”

“I'm so sorry, baby. I love you so much and I will answer your texts right away from now on.”

[iplayghoul]

𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞

pairing:: onyankopon x reader

wc:: 2.6k

warnings:: umm starts off as soft sex, they get a lil crazy (my fault), tongue sucking, squirting, cunnilingus all that. nothing too crazy. using 'mama' and 'ma', reader has braids and acrylics.

note:: heyy.. how yall doin 😅 work below the cut.. dont beat my ass

“You remind me of the sun, ony’,” you mumble, cheek pressed against his bare bicep with your head resting soft against the picnic blanket as you look up at the night sky. He's like the sun to you. “mm, yeah What– does that mean, pretty?” His voice is deep… just above a whisper and in your peripheral vision you see him looking at you but your eyes are fixated on the stars above. “I dunno, your skin is always so warm when I feel cold but– I gravitate towards you all the time. Like all the other stars do. You exude something… mmph, what m’ I saying rightnow.” You fumble, chuckling lightly at your lack of words.

“do you believe in destiny? like ‘written in the stars’ n’ shit? Hm?” Onyankopon speaks up, you feel an emotion behind his tone you can't quite describe. It sounded like… uncertainty, insecurity. “Well, you know how my exes were… I'd like to think those were just unfortunate circumstances that I'm tryna grow from, baby. I don't wanna think the universe puts us through that on purpose… y'know?” You sit up, pretty little night dress falling down to cover your thighs. Your hands holding you up as you look around the night sky. The full moon tonight facilitated an impromptu shoving of a picnic blanket onto the balcony, warm glasses of chai tea emptied and hot in your bellies as you laid together to watch the moon.

Onyankopon rests his head with his hands behind his head, admiring you. He clears his throat, “I love you. Y'know that?”, “I do know that, you know I love you too?” You look at him over your shoulder before turning over and pressing your palms onto his stomach, he groans in faux pain. “Mhm,” He purrs, sitting up to clasp your hands in his own, tugging you onto his lap. “I know that, mama,” the moon was so bright. It illuminated the darkness around you both on the balcony and glimmered in his eyes. You stare. His moistened lips glistening in the light, you scoot closer to him. Chest pressed against your breasts and he sits handsomely, basking in your gaze and touch. Pretty white french tip acrylic nails with bow decor caresses his neck, scratching the back his neck and playing with his ears. Ony’ shivers lightly.

“Why you touchin’ on me like that, hm?” He bites back a smile when u tug at his earlobe. “Gimme a kiss,” You murmur, lips sealed by the clasp of his against yours. He pecks your lips several more times, Onyankopon really liked the texture of your lip gloss on his lips. Hands drag down his chest, following the tiny lines of his wife-beater: twirling the drawstring of his sweats.

“Do you wanna–”

“No,” Your eyes meet his, and Ony’ watches you as kind as ever, with his stupid handsome face. “No, baby,” He kisses his teeth, “Not g'na fuck you out here. Not on the balcony,” his cheeks deepen with dimples as he offers you a low chuckle.

“‘M not asking you to fuck me.” You roll your eyes teasingly,”And what's wrong with out here . . . we got blankets and pillows, s'comfy baby,” He's offered a sweet smile, the lavender rubber bands on your braces reminded him of the colours of the night, so he looks up at the sky.

The moon colours dusted blue and purple hues onto the clouds that bordered it. Reflecting and sparkling in your eyes and your face. Shit . . .

“What I'm asking, is that you make love to me, Ony’,” You whisper, resting your head in his neck. Onyankopon sucks a deep breath in between his teeth. “Grab some f'them pillows.” He uttered.

Ony’ scoots forward, shamelessly staring at your ass as you bunched up the pillows scattered across the balcony and stuffing them behind where he previously sat, blankets included and teacups pushed far aside. “Lay back right there,” , “Mkay . . . ,” You whisper, eyes flickering to his position while he only eyes you, fixing your braids behind your ears and tucking yourself comfortably back into the mound of pillows and blankets. “Mhm, pull it up,” Onyankopon turned to you and gave your night dress a light tug, eyes still focused everywhere else but your own.

You shuffled, clutching the little thing up above your hips, pretty panties scrunched up between your legs . . . you wore some random ones with rainbows on it. “Take it off, ma’,” Onyankopon ordered, his mouth muffled by the hand on his chin, finger pressing into his lips while he watched you. Gingerly, you hook your acrylics beneath the band slipping the panties off. Flustered, your legs remained snapped shut, though your puffy cunt still pushed itself out, feeling tickled and tingly at the touch of the cold air. It was the type of wind that blew before a cozy storm. And you nibble on your bottom lip. Ony’ grabs your knees, prying them apart. He watched how the moonshine glistened against your pussy.

He pushed your legs back ‘till your knees brushed the blankets behind you, “Ony’ don't stare,” a grumble escaped you, body warm. He hummed. Leaning down, Ony’ spread your pussy further with his thumbs before offering your clit a kiss. You gasp softly, expecting the upcoming stimulation anxiously, wishing he could just skip this part n’ pull his dick out. You drop your head back into the pillows, eyes to the stars and moon when you feel Onyankopon's tongue swirl over your hole before dipping in gently. He likes to take his time. He does this a few more times and you whine, eyes falling shut when you feel him drag his tongue over your clit. Then, he's going in; he's licking up n’ down your cunt, sucking your clit into his mouth n’ tugging it to let it snap back into your pussy. You moan freely, thick into the air. The clouds above moved with the wind and suddenly the moon sent glows onto your face, so much so that you opened your teary eyes to see what was so bright on your face.

Onyankopon groans vibrations into your pussy when he sees your face, overcome with pleasure under the moonshine. He dips his face into you, licking circles about your cunt, kissing and suckling, and spitting, and slipping his tongue deep in you. “Ony’, Ony’ c'mon,” You whine, hands dancing behind his neck, pushing his face deeper into your cunt when you feel your clit throb hard. He makes circles around your clit, kissing it and once sucking it into his mouth. “Right there, right there,” You ache when he tilts his head and tongues a spot of your clit and you start grinding your body into his face. He thinks he might suffocate in the best way possible. Little glossy pearls of tears glide down the sides of your cheeks and tickle your ear. Head pressing back into the pillows when the rest of your body arches forward to Ony's mouth. You spread your legs so wide and they stiffened, all you feel is his tongue around your clit now pushing out undisturbed by your folds and you grab your braids tight. He stuffs two fingers inside you while maintaining his motions on your clit, sloppily fucking them into you, twisting them with each stroke and you think your ears are actually ringing. With it, you let out a sob and squeal, “Fuck! Fuck, oh-my-god, Ony–,” then it was silence, “Breath, mama, breathe,” Ony groaned, and suddenly you were gasping for air, cumming hard.

Your lips were quivering, feeling somewhat numb while Ony’ offered you some slow calming strokes with his fingers as you mellowed down. “Shit, you still want s’m cock after that?” He gave your clit a final kiss, seeing your bleary eyes as you sniffle and sigh. Your legs ached when you tried to move, closing them slowly. “Gimme a minute,” you pout and flop your head back down into the pillows, collecting yourself a bit, eyes blinking wearily. “S’ sensitive, m’ sorry,” Ony’ only re-fluffs some of the blankets and pillows that were now pushed askew, lifting your lower body by your legs while he pushed them back beneath you.

“Chill out,” He whispered, shifting to lay beside you and look at the sky. “S’ finna rain soon,” He announced,”Mhm, yeah,” You push your legs out, throwing your arms above you for a big stretch, squeezing your thighs tight to block your exposed pussy from the cold air. “Want head?” you peep at Ony’ who rests his hands behind his head. He shakes his head ‘no’ and stretches. You observe him and openly stare at his hard dick printing out of his sweats. Leaning forward, you rub, ever so gently, along the shaft while he watched you.

“‘Kay, get over right here,” Ony’ sat up moving from his spot, gesturing for you to situate yourself there with a quickness and brushing your hand off him. You huff, teasing, and pull your night dress back down as you crawl on your hands and knees to the pillows. Lay on your back and braids adjusted, Ony grabs your night dress, tugging it back up your body and kissing his teeth. “Keep playin’,” He gives your ass a playful smack and you giggle.

Grabbing your ankles, Onyankopon pushes your legs all the way back. What you'd like to call, ‘knee headphones’ the way they were in line with your ears. Some traces of creamy white release cooled under the air, clit puffing out and hole aching to be stimulated again. Ony’ adjusts himself above you, leaning close and tugging his sweats down, letting his pretty, dark dick fall out and slap your thigh. Fuck, you might cry. Little beads of pre-cum dripped from the tip, he was already girthy, yet his cock got thicker and meatier towards the center of the shaft. “Y'gonna go slow?” Ony lines up, pressing his tip into you and smiles,”Yea, mama, i’mma go slow,” He sinks and drawls out a long, ”Fuck.”

His heavy hand grips your thighs, pressing you down into the pillows. Onyankopon adjusts himself over you, letting his weight hold you down while he all but throbs in you. Legs now thrown over his shoulders and dark brown eyes staring deep into your own, fighting your weighted eyelids. “Bet’ not run, ma',” Onyankopon observes your face, licking his lips and giving you a quick peck, he resists indulging you when you pout and instead kisses about your damp cheeks and neck. “Oh-my-god,” you squeal when he begins to lift his hips out of you.

Onyankopon's hands cage your head, and the closeness leaves you nowhere to grab; thus your hands are left to mindlessly flop back onto the pillows. Nice and easy . . . proper n’ slow, he begins to rock his hips into you, “Why you suckin’ me in like that, mama?” He groans low. Ony’ let's his forehead rest on yours while the tip of his dick nudges the spongy mound inside you. “Ony’ your fuckin’ dick,” you whimper, “W’ssup wit’ it, huh?”, Onyankopon pressed his lips to yours in a wet kiss, grinning when he sees your pretty little eyes welling with tears. “Deeper–,” a sniffle, “Want it– deeper, shiiiit,” And he gives you just that, digging his fat dick deeper with each antagonizing stroke. Your cleavage bounces beneath your chin with each thwack of his hips into yours, tits having been firmly mushed into Ony's chest and you feel like you're gaping. Thighs burning n’ cunt stretching as he slowly builds the well in your tummy to milk you. “Mhm, watchu’ wanted?” You only groan and bite your lips, eyes screwed shut as you lay limp on the pillows getting fucked. Onyankopon gives your cheek a few slaps, “Answer me ‘fore I stop, don't play,” You force your eyes open and see Ony's eyes locked on yours. Brows furrowed and mouth ajar, that pussy felt fuckin’ good. “Yea, s’ what I wanted– daddy, fuck,” You let out a bratty sob when sloppily fucks into you faster before slowing again.

“Stick y'tongue out,” Onyankopon hums lowly, and you're not sure if you can focus on anything besides the smack of his hips and the squelching coming from his cock. You still comply, tongue lolling out from your mouth with heavy breathes. Ony’s dick throbs inside you, and he slurps your tongue into his mouth, suckling on it before locking your lips to his, tongue massaging yours. “Takin’ that fuckin’ dick, mhm,” His lips glide over your cheeks, fucking into you with fervor. He mumbles a chant of, “Shit, shit, shit,” pummeling you with his cock, reaching depths in your cunt you hadn't even discovered before. Ony’ seemed determined on knocking the fucking wind out of you and stuffing your swollen, little pussy full of dick. “Oh–,” wails escaping your lips, “Ohmygod unh, f– daddy, fuck,” you continue to mewl.

Your hands frantically grasp any and everything, your braids, Onyankopon's back, your ankles, the pillows; entire body gyrating as he fucks you. Onyankopon tongues your neck, licking about your ear, kissing your cheek. Your cunt feels sticky, s’ sloppy and warm and your entire body feels hot all over. Your eyes roll back and he's got you so trapped under him getting pounded that you can't even arch up into him. Cunt remaining spread at just the right angle and makes your legs quiver. Onyankopon let's out a tight groan and you feel the curve of his cock digging you hard. “G'nna make me fuckin’ cum. Squeezin’ on me like that, mama.” His sharp words muttered right into the shell of your ear making you clench hard. “Mu'fuckin’, sloppy pussy,” He lifts off you and pushes your legs above your head, crossing your ankles as he holds them together for leverage.

“N– Oh, no,no,no, Onya–!” you uttered out with gasps at the new angle. “Take it, take it, take it,” Ony’ murmured. Just like that, warmth squirted out of your cunt, dripping down his abdominals and pooling right between you where the hilt of his cock slapped into your folds as he kept drilling himself into you. “Mmmmph,” You can't help but cry and moan, cheeks feeling a bit warm with embarrassment yet it's overcome by the exponential throbbing of your clit. Your hand started tapping the pillows, shaking as you tried to tap out of whatever Ony’ was serving you right now. “C'mon,” He whispered, “I gotchu’.” It's like he senses it, thumbing your clit lightly.

“Need it! Need– it, daddy, shit,” You peer up at him.

“I know you do, baby, give it to me,” His commands echoes in your head, over and over. You're gasping, body jiggling off the pillows and slapping back up into his, “‘M . . . fuck, daddy,” sobbing and failing at formulating your words.

“‘M cumming, I'm cumming, oh my god.”

Your hips stiffen up and with each pelting thrust Ony’ cussed above you; a harsh wind blows and you think the coldness against your hot body makes you gush all over his cock while he cums alot. You blink the tears out of your eyes when Onyankopon fucks your cum mixture back into you a couple more times, before pulling out quick to avoid you being too sore and pained for him to move then plopping beside you on the pillows. Your legs fall carelessly below and all you hear besides silence are his harsh breaths and his deep voice asking you something you can't yet register, your clits throbbing too hard.

The moon really did look pretty tonight. Onyankopon does remind you of the sun. Shit, you felt like you were sitting among the fuckin’ stars.

[trashogram]

He Chose You (Pt. 6)

Lucifer/Reader: Lucifer wants you to be the Mother of his child. Rated E bc Explicit.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 13.5 | Part 14 | End

((This one fought me so hard, I just wanna get it out there and I’ll proof-read it later I’m sorry.))

The first time didn’t take, as you’d come to learn 3 days post-coitus with the Devil. It had left you bereft, not exactly disappointed but also not certain if you should go out and buy 150% proof alcohol to mark the occasion. 

You settled for enough wine to dull your senses before sending a text with your Hellphone. The fact that inter-dimensional phone lines were possible was simply added to the list of not-even-gonna-think-about-it of things that came with your new reality. 

A blood-curdling shriek from your pocket made you curse as you dove for it. 

“Hey.” 

“Hey-yy!” Lucifer responded cheerfully before clearing his throat. “So it um… it didn’t work?” 

“Unless being pregnant with hellspawn looks and feels exactly like my time of the month, no. It didn’t.” You said. 

He sighed on the other end, air blowing through the receiver and fucking up already poor reception. “Okay. Shit. Well, maybe we can work something else out—”

“I’ll just text you when it’s over and we can try again.” You replied as you leaned back against your headboard. 

“You-you wanna try again?” Lucifer’s surprise made your eyes roll.

“Yeah, just give me a couple days.” You’d felt a wave of fatigue crashing over you.

Suddenly you were boneless, barely able to even hold the phone up to your ear. Lucifer’s hesitant delight barely registered yet you could imagine him behind closed eyelids, smiling crookedly with those ivory fangs. 

“Y-I-uh, ok great! That works for me if it works for you!” He practically shouted. “Do you need anything in the meantime?”

“‘Mmmmffh, a nap.” Lucidity snapped back for a moment as you eyed the phone in your peripheral. “Also please don’t call or text me. I’m gonna throw this thing out the window if I have to hear someone screaming bloody murder one more time.” 

—

Lucifer being startled by the ringing of his Hellphone wasn’t at all peculiar. 

However — 

The sound of a love song, though tinny and compartmentalized to the King of Hell’s coat pocket, made Asmodeus perk up. 

He glanced down to see his diminutive brother rush for the device like his life depended on it. It was easy to feign polite indifference as Lucifer excused himself from the cafe table for a moment, but by the time the King had returned, Asmodeus was leaning forward expectantly. 

“That’s new.” He said. 

Lucifer looked up wildly, as if he’d been caught snatching aphrodisiacs from Ozzie’s own stores.

       “Huh, wha? What’s new?” He laughed off the embarrassment, re-taking his seat.

Asmodeous sipped from his teacup, clocking the many idiosyncrasies Lucifer displayed.

       He was flustered, still gripping the phone between his claws, and had perched on the edge of his seat so that he could bounce a leg against the ground. 

“Love songs aren’t your usual style, babe.” The Prince spoke casually, but his eyes were bright.

It was delightful to see Lucifer stiffen as soon as he realized what his companion referred to. One of the best about the short King was how easy he was to tease, if you asked the Embodiment of Lust himself. 

        “Didn’t know you were finally getting out there, Louie.” Ozzie teased. “Were you gonna keep it a secret? Even from me?”

“Oh n— out there? Me?! Ha! No!” Lucifer shook his hand fiercely. “I’m not — it’s not like that! We’re not dating! I mean, some might see it like that but a lot of others wouldn’t! She wouldn’t… probably!  It’s, ya see, actually — I — ahem, ah…” 

His embarrassment grew into something stranger, more conflicted and melancholy. The teasing smirk on Asmodeus’s face flattened. 

“It’s complicated.” He finished, looking down at his phone as if it were the sole reason for his sudden misery. 

Ozzie wasn't soft on many (in fact he’d argue that being hard was his speciality) but his brother was one of the few. 

The much larger Sin rested a hand against Lucifer’s back. “You wanna talk about it?”

—

The days that followed blurred together, monotony of aches and pains broken only by an insatiable libido. It was as if the promise of sex after this, however unfulfilling it might be, was the only thing keeping you alive. 

Lucifer’s bizarre consideration held up over that time, surprising you enough that when it was time to give him a ring, you weren’t as dread-filled as you could’ve been. 

        He did, however, arrive in your home via furnace suspiciously quickly upon making contact with you again. His normally pristine suit and and impeccably coiffed hair were ruffled and singed, like he’d made a mad dash to get to you. 

“Hell-Oh!” Lucifer had practically squeaked as you dragged him out by the lapels. 

You’re so pent up that it’s hardly a surprise when you find yourself sitting on his lap, having manhandled the short King onto your couch. 

His cold, smooth skin was still alien, but you powered through the initial aversion to chase after that zing that came with kissing him. It was addictive, even with the fear of being cut by his sharp teeth in the back of your mind. 

Despite yourself, you took a second to break away and breathe. 

Beneath you, Lucifer was positively flushed. His shiny, wet lips were parted in wordless awe, and eyes glazed over in his daze. 

“Fuck.” He croaked. 

You smirked, gripping onto the blond hair that had already been mussed and abused by overeager hands. Pointedly, you slid back and forth on his trembling lap. There was no way to ignore the hardness at his inner thigh. 

—

The first drag of his cock against your walls made you shudder, arching as your head fell back. 

Lucifer whined in his seat, claws digging into the plush of your thighs. The pain heightened the feeling of being stabbed twice, making your lower belly tremble. 

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fffffff —” His cries were so good, you couldn’t stop from grinding down onto him. “You feel so good. So. Good. You’re gonna kill me, sweetheart. I can't.”

“That’s ok.” You slurred, hands coming up to wrap loosely around his neck. “We can work on that.” 

Lucifer opened his mouth, but you were already planting kisses against the corner of lips mouth, his cherry-spotted cheeks, the line of his jaw and the pulse beneath his ear.

—

Your hands were focused on exploring the planes of Lucifer’s chest and shoulders. He wasn’t muscular — or tall, obviously, but the lithe body intertwined with yours was more than easy on the eyes. 

“You can touch.” It was hardly fair that yours were the only hands busy. The ruler of Hell was flat beneath you, artificial light from your bedroom lamp casting shadows on his marble chest. 

Lucifer’s mulberry-dappled lids remained low, highlighting the yellow glow of his eyes. His claws slid up your hips, reverently tracing your frame as you bounced lightly. 

“If you insist, princess.” 

He was more coy after the first few rounds, an easier grin sliding across his face. The trembling touches against your breasts spoke of the still-nervous creature you’d first been introduced to.

—

Daylight was waning again when you found knelt, back pressed against Lucifer’s chest. He fucked into you wildly, teeth pressed into your bare shoulder. 

The thought of him biting into you didn’t sound so frightful anymore. In fact the image set butterflies off in your stomach. 

That and the way he held you close, wrapped vice-like around you like a boa constrictor. 

“No baby, don’t go yet!” When you squirmed, Lucifer nuzzled into the side of your neck, breathing heavy. “Just like this. Please, baby.”

He pleaded into your neck, grip tightening to where you couldn’t breathe. 

— 

“Here.” You guided his hand, settling it between your legs. 

Lucifer’s thrusts had grown shallow and uneven, but hadn’t quite stopped. He seemed entranced, watching as you positioned his thumb over the bundle of nerves just above where you two were joined. 

“Gently. Watch your claws.” You murmured along with your hands-on teaching. 

When you felt he’d gotten the message, you sighed and concentrated on the circular motion against your clit. Lucifer remained attentive, moving clockwise as the pace he’d started before picked up again. 

In moments you tensed, pleasure sparking along your pubic bone. It built up as your eyes closed, head tipped back as you let yourself enjoy the pressure both inside and out. Your hips jerked upward of their own accord, core trembling and cunt spasming. 

Your partner whimpered at the new intensity, which only egged you on. Before you knew it, you two were rocking into a chaotic rhythm. 

With slit eyes, you saw Lucifer looking down at you, flustered yet rapt over your every little response.

“Yeah?” He asked breathlessly. 

You nodded. “Mm-hm.”

It was difficult. You could feel the tension in your belly contracting, the heat and pressure building against your clit. The feeling was mounting to where you couldn’t help your keens, your moans, your whimpers. 

It ended with a choked sigh. You arched from the bed, head falling back as you let your legs tremble and shake around him. The convulsions pulled the Devil in deeper, and the feel of him was enough to make your eyes roll back in your skull beneath fluttering eyelids. Another gush came at the thought of being so full you could feel it in your stomach. 

          Lucifer watched. His face was nearly as red as the apple that adorned his hat, knocked off of your bedside table. He had the expression of someone seeing a falling star for the first time. Stunned, eyes gleaming, unable to comprehend something despite how beautiful it was.  

The former Angel lowered himself to capture your mouth with his own. He pressed luxuriant kisses to your lips, all while his hips stuttered between your thighs until he was humping into you, refusing to separate skin from skin. 

His release was coupled with a heated groan, muffled by the slide of your tongue against his. You were glowing inside out, warmth blooming in your core as you held onto Lucifer tightly. 

— 

The woman had invited you up into her tree. It was a different tree from the last, not bearing any fruit but lush with green needles and strong boughs that wouldn’t break. 

She looks over her shoulder at you cheekily. “Aren’t you glad you decided to join me?”

You playfully scoff and roll your eyes. “You don’t need to be so smug about it.” 

“Oh I think I do.” The blonde tilted in your direction, arms coming to wrap around you. “I won.”

You stay that way, watching the nettles shake in the passing breeze. 

“Everyone loves a winner.” She says at your side.

You frown. “I love you no matter what.” 

The woman sighs. 

“You might not always.” 

—

Light humming woke you from your doze, along with the repeated motion of something against your cheek. 

It wasn’t until you’d opened your eyes that you realized it was Lucifer humming and caressing your cheek tenderly. He was nose(less) to nose with you, seemingly admiring your face slackened with sleep. 

“What’s that from?” You rasped. 

“Hmm?” The King stroked an errant hair behind your ear. 

“It’s a movie.” You continued, repeating the notes in your head. “Right? It’s from a musical…”

“You like musicals?” Lucifer asked, seemingly surprised. Fangs poked out of his close-lipped smile, and he looked goofier than ever before. 

You copied him, helpless to how silly he made everything. “What’s not to like?”

The lightbulb went off. “Oh! Cabaret. That’s where it’s from.” 

“Yeah!” Lucifer moved even closer, the flat of his face pressing against your nose as he nuzzled you for guessing the right answer. “It’s kinda old, isn’t it? How’d you guess?”

“Psh, you think my threshold for pop culture is only as long as the last ten years?” You teased, arm skating down his side so that you could pinch his behind. 

“Hey!”

***

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[egoistars]

FUNNY VALENTINE wriothesley

your boyfriend doesn't seem to love you anymore, so what do you do? complain to neuvillette of course!

warnings: kissing, u being dramatic, neuvillette being done with ur shit, u and wriothesley being super gross and in love

you defeatedly slump into a chair in neuvillette's office and sigh for the fifteenth time in the past few minutes. the hydro dragon slides both his hands down his face, much like how he's seen the people of fontaine do when they were in distress.

"(name), if you don't tell me what's wrong i can't help you." in the several hundred years he's lived, neuvillette doesn't think he's spoken those words more than he has now. as he raises a delicate, white teacup to his lips, you burst into tears, violently twisting your head away from him.

"please, don't drink that in front of me," you cry, shoving your face into an overly expensive pillow on his couch. "that duke wriothesley would always drink tea and i cant stand to see it anymore! i will die parched if i have to!"

"if you're implying wriothesley doesn't love you anymore, you are surely mistaken. i'm not too familiar with human emotions, why don't you pay furina a visit? i'm sure she can understand you better."

at the sound of furina's name, you feel your body run cold. the image of your friend laughing until her face flushing crimson red dashes across your mind like an arrow, shooting you in the chest as you bleed out in an impending doom. you love her, truly, but she would never take you seriously in a situation like this.

"hmm, if you don't want to talk to furina, how about i call wriothesley and have you talk to him yourself? he is your partner, he'd be more than happy to talk through this issue with you."

"no! he's the problem! why would i want to talk to the problem? he doesn't love me anymore, neuvillette. he usually kissed my forehead twice before he leaves for work, but today," you pause for a moment, placing a hand on your chest to soothe the agonizing ache of your heart. "he only gave me one."

neuvillette promptly kicks you out.

"now what's this i hear about you crying to the iudex of fontaine about a broken heart?"

normally, the sound of wriothesley's smooth yet slightly mischievous voice would send you sprinting toward him. today however, you were distraught and feeling slightly petty. the only thing that can satisfy your heartbreak was him on his knees, sobbing with a gross trail of snot running down his nose, begging for your forgiveness.

you quickly learn that in the end, wriothesley always wins. with your back faced toward him, he wraps his muscular arms around you in a warm embrace, the fur of his uniform tickling your neck. grumbling unintelligible words, you dejectedly turn to face him but can't hide the thumping of your chest behind narrowed eyes and pouts. wriothesley laughs at you, pressing a kiss on your forehead, one on your left cheek, and one on your rights.

"i'm sorry for forgetting our routine, you petty minx? i ever do something as horrendous as that again, tell me and i'll make it up to you with as many kisses as you want, yeah? if that's not enough, i'll apologize with tears and jump into the primordial sea in your honor."

as the finale of this vomit-inducing opera, he follows the monologue by pressing a loving kiss to your waiting lips, pulling back to rest his forehead against yours.

"yeah you better keep your fucking promise," you threaten. the two of you know you don't intend to be mean by the way you melt into his touch. "i ordered your favorite today so you don't make me regret that."

maybe your boyfriend does love you after all.

[charnelhouse]

press the gas and ride

gif by @riley-keoughs pairing: Joel Miller x f!Reader (nicknamed Dolly) word count: 2.4k+ summary: comfort in a car warnings: hurt/comfort. smut. angst. A/N: this takes place a month after teacups, but no need to read. tlou ep 3 spoilers. this is really just trash smut. Joel Miller Masterlist

She watched Joel's expression buckle as he read the letter. His brow furrowed, the muscle in his jaw tensing. She looked away, suddenly feeling intrusive. She'd never come here with Joel. His trips to Bill were semi-frequent, but this was the first time he’d brought her. Of course, he hadn't expected this. He hadn't thought they'd be walking into a dead house. 

The fresh air through the open front door bullied the stench of rotten meat and vegetables. The dinner on the table buzzed with flies. There were starched, ironed napkins folded in triangles with lovely patterns of woodland creatures. She traced the tiny squirrel sewed into the fabric before studying the label on the wine bottle. She was intent on busying herself. She wanted to give Joel space, but he'd been more paranoid than usual since the attack a month ago. 

I don't want you out of my sight.

She hadn't stopped aching. Brutal. Horrible. She'd slaughtered two people, and her mind continued to spin with the memories of it. She was unable to remove the taste of blood from her tongue. She could not unhear the shuddering death rattle or unfeel the way the man beneath her had wriggled and then spasmed like an electrocuted rodent.  

Joel had also seemingly lost his cool that night. After he'd tucked her into bed, she'd heard him smashing up the first floor. In the morning, he'd refused to let her see what he had done and when she fell apart again (in the safety of their QZ apartment), Joel wouldn't have it.

He'd crouched so they could be eye-level, large hand cupping the back of her skull. "They got what they deserved. Nothin' more than that."

He was right, but teaching her head to stop was easier said than done. 

She scanned the dining room before settling on the mahogany cabinet full of delicate china. When she noticed the powder blue and white teacups, she winced. She couldn't escape it. Everything triggered her. She needed to learn to grow up and out of her pain because it wouldn't serve her and certainly not Joel. He bulldozed through everything, and she had to follow suit. 

Joel cleared his throat. He had stopped reading and was staring out the window, far away. She intended to bring him back to shore. 

"They have a car?" she asked, and Joel's eyes swept toward her. Inscrutable. 

"Yeah." He scraped a hand over his mouth. "Yeah."

***

Joel guided her to a guest room, instructing her to clean up and be ready in an hour.

He'd found her a box of women's clothes that she happily dug through. The very idea of new outfits felt celebratory- even if they smelled a bit stale.

The musty fabric reminded her of her grandmother's closets. She'd used to hide behind the wool coats and leather shoes, toes snug in the sea-green carpet. She'd get light-headed on mothballs. 

Her family was gone. A long time gone.

She supposed Joel was the only person who really gave a shit about her well-being. If she died, he’d have the memory of her, at least. She wouldn’t be dust.

After she showered, she yanked on a sundress and sneakers. Joel would undoubtedly say something, but she was past caring. She stared at herself in the mirror, petting the floral-print bodice. She twisted side to side, the breeze from the open window licking between her legs and under her arms. 

She thought of Bill and Frank in the next room and abruptly stopped. Morbid. Strange to be so fine rummaging through a house when two dead men were feet away. Their window was open, too, and she wondered if the sweet brush of cool air had cradled them into the next life. She stepped forward, pressing her ear against the wood. She listened, tapping her fingertips over the wallpaper. 

Silence. She tapped again. Waiting.

"What are you doing?"

She whirled around to find Joel standing in the doorway with a towel around his waist. He'd combed his wet hair back, but a single strand boyishly drifted over his forehead. The scars across his torso gleamed white under the naked afternoon sun.

"Nothing." She shifted her weight, the dress swishing with her. 

He frowned as he scrutinized her outfit. "You can't wear that."

"Because?"

"Because you can't do shit in a dress that short," he replied flatly. 

She put her hands on her hips. "Can I just wear this today? It's-fuck-it's the prettiest thing I've worn since-since I don't know." She averted her eyes, feeling childish at her reasoning.

Because I want to be beautiful for once. I want to look beautiful for you and not covered in grime, blood, and jeans, two sizes too big. 

The expression on Joel's face flickered between irritated and puzzled. She thought he might stride across the room and tear it off her. 

Once in a while, he'd give her shit about things like this-pecking at her for enjoying luxuries that didn't exist anymore. He'd call her a spoiled brat when he really wanted to tick her off. Instinctively, she knew he was doing it, so she'd snap at him, deal him back with a rough hand. 

He always won and she assumed he’d win here, as well.

She expected him to say no, but he took a breath instead. Running his hand across his chest, he massaged an old bullet wound hidden in the sparse hair before turning back into the hall. White flag. 

Then, his voice pitched so low it grazed the floor. "Fine."

***

The letter must have softened him. Repeatedly punched him until he was a tender, pliant piece of meat. He hadn't even twitched when she snatched two guns too massive for her off the basement wall or smuggled a box of wine into the car.

His hands scraped over the steering wheel when he slid into the front seat. He stared blankly at the dash and then the manicured driveway. The grass was just beginning to creep away from the lawn, encroaching onto the asphalt. 

She wasn't sure how to deal with this. He usually seemed to take death in stride. His grief was like a chalky, oversized pill, but he swallowed it nonetheless. He'd made it clear that he didn't even like Bill yet...

"I'm sorry," she offered.

"Take your feet off the dash," he ordered stiffly.

She scowled but did as she was told, figuring she didn't need to push Joel Miller’s buttons again today. She settled into her seat, hands prim in her lap as she waited for him to begin driving.

He didn't. 

He continued to sit silently, seemingly unable to turn the car on. The hand around the steering wheel tightened, his scabbed knuckles flexing and paling beneath the windshield. His nostrils flared, and she suddenly knew:

He was going to crack. He was going to burst down the middle, and he needed her. 

Abruptly, she crawled over the console, gripping him by the lapels of his button-up to balance her weight. The fresh clothes looked good on him-the plaid green shirt fit his broad frame like a glove. She nearly toppled into the door before he grasped her wrist roughly. “What are you-"

"Shh," she murmured, straddling his lap. He stared at her. 

Joel wore his grief in the creases of his face. His pain. His anger. He was beautiful to her. Sexy in a way that couldn't be understood. Older, too. Older than any man she'd ever had before, but it wasn't like she'd had that many men, to begin with. 

"I'm here," she whispered, her thighs squeezing around his own. His mouth parted, exhaling. 

She wondered what undercurrents ran beneath his skin-his armor. What did he think about? How did he see her? 

She lifted herself onto her knees, and Joel's hands automatically seized her hips. Unbuttoning his jeans, she tugged the zipper down, and his eyes found hers. Good. Coyly, she licked her palm before gripping his half-hard cock. She stroked him slow, glancing down to watch the blush-red head disappear in the circle of her fist. He shuddered, hips lifting a few inches off the leather seat. 

She intended to be fast about this. Pleasurable consolation was a language she knew Joel understood. 

“I’m going to fuck you,” she said and he shivered under her touch. He remained silent as the grave though his eyes never left hers. Perhaps, he was struck dumb by her forwardness.

She clutched his shoulder as she braced herself before sinking down and guiding him into the heat of her cunt. She'd worn the sun dress for a reason. 

Joel made a gritty, strangled noise as she took him to the hilt, lowering herself until his thighs were flush with her ass. The band of his jeans grazed her skin, the metal of the zipper catching flesh. His nostrils flared as she tightened, walls spasming because he was always a little too big. 

Wordlessly, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, forcing his face against her chest. He sighed deeply as she rocked forward, his fingers biting into her waist. It could hardly be called a fuck, just her grinding down and him pushing his cock upward until he couldn't claim another centimeter. 

She cradled the back of his skull, rooting her nose around his damp hair that smelled like clover and a scent she recalled from before - something generic and artificial like Irish Spring. 

Finding leverage was proving difficult, but she did her best. She rose up, keeping him halfway inside her before sliding down. Repeat. In her defense, she’d never fucked anyone in a car before.

One of her hands snuck out the open window to grasp the top of the car. It was dusty, and she had this ridiculous worry that maybe someone would crawl into the garage and bite her hand. She ripped it back to cup the side of Joel's face instead. His mouth twitched, his lids heavy like he was drunk and dazed. He didn't even care she had smeared old car dust into his beard. He'd have to shower again. She would, too, and she wanted to laugh at the strange coincidence of paving new roads in their relationship through hot showers. After all, he'd wrenched her away from a panic attack in that house outside Boston. He'd held her in the shower, mouth brushing her ear.

"You did a hell of a job."

"You did so fuckin' well, sweetheart."

She swelled from the memory of Joel's praise. She wanted to pay him back.

"I've got you," she murmured against his temple, nails tracing a line across his scalp through his thick damp grays. "I've got you, Joel."

He nodded-or she thought he did. His gestures were always so vague. Sometimes he'd hold her down and fuck her brains out while telling her how much he wanted to kill her for being stupid and acting recklessly. It would then always end with him possessively clutching her body to his.

You send mixed signals, Joel. 

What?

You said you wanted to kill me, and now you won't let me go.

I never said that. 

She felt him twitch inside her, his mouth dragging across her clavicle before he abruptly shoved the top of her dress down and latched to her nipple. He sucked it, tongue darting over the nub and causing her pussy to clench around his length.

"Sweetheart," he mumbled. 

"I know," she said. 

Their grief sat between them - a weight strung about their ankles, dragging them down to the deepest parts of whatever was left. She knew blips of his pain as he knew hers. He comforted her in the ways he understood, not necessarily with words but with actions. She could do that for him now, remind him that he had her.

She rolled her hips, and he groaned, his breath puffing against her sternum. She snagged him tighter and dug her grip into his skin like she was holding fast to a rock in a riptide. The car was so small, the steering wheel bumping against her lower back, and you could hear everything.

The rustle of fabric. The squelch of her sex and slap of skin. 

Finally, Joel planted his feet and began to drive up into her. Short, fast strokes that hit just right. It almost hurt. It gave her a belly ache, but everything else fell away. The car filled with his low, subdued grunts and her whimpers. 

He secured his arms around her waist, one hand sneaking to the base of her scalp to embed his thumb into the muscle beneath her ear. They were tangled in such a way that it would have looked like anything - they could be devouring each other, feasting on the other's throats as they fucked fast and sad.

Somewhere along the way, Joel tilted his head and demanded her mouth.

He kissed her fiercely, tongue hot and aggressive as it wrestled with hers. Exploring. "Baby," he sighed against her slippery teeth. "Fuck."

Joel, her man of few words, but just the right ones. She still didn't call him anything but his name. Nothing else fit him.

"Shit," she gasped as he delivered a harsh thrust. Stay with me. Stay focused.

Her climax paraded around her belly, kicking up dirt and shouting out toward a faceless crowd. It was turning in circles, unable to find the finish line. He was screwing her tectonic plate deep, but the friction wasn't enough for her to get off. It didn't matter. This was about him. Not her. 

He gripped her hip and shoved her down before spearing up, grinding in slow, determined circles. He left her mouth to find her throat, sucking methodically at her pulse. 

It didn't take too long after that. He grumbled something into her jaw (maybe, Dolly) before his hips stuttered beneath her. She felt him fill her, warmth blooming outward. She'd have to deal with that, but for now, she worshiped him. He lifted his face, flushed from exertion - golden, bright, and devastating as his dark eyes searched hers.

“You’re good,” she praised, pressing her lips to his chin.

When she crawled off his lap, she was sticky between her legs. He huffed, tugging at the edge of her dress as if trying to hide her modesty. 

No one's around here, Joel.

No one. It's you, and it's me. It's us. 

She was sore as fuck, like she'd been smacked in the crotch. Her orgasm was lost somewhere, hanging by a few threads, but she didn't want it. Instead, she craved the longing-the lingering frustration of her missed pleasure. She brushed her hair out of her face and smoothed her dress.

"That was-"

She was hauled back over to him. Their brows bumped, noses jamming together before Joel kissed her hard. When he finally pulled away, he asked, "You feel safe with me?"

"What kind of question-

"You feel safe with me?" he urged, hands seizing her cheeks. She wondered if it had something to do with what had happened at that house a month ago. The teacup house. Or was this because of what had been written in that letter beyond Bill and Frank's goodbyes?

She felt that if she probed, he would splinter. It wasn't her business. She told him the truth. 

Smiling, she placed her hand over his. "Yes," she assured him. "I always feel safe with you."

Joel took a breath, nodding once, before pulling away. He stabbed the keys into the ignition, twisting them north, and the car rumbled to life.

When they left the garage, she watched the walls creep over him again. 

[unknownperson246]

Can you write a vampire Izzy x human fem reader where reader gets stranded and finds this scary looking house to take shelter in but Izzy lives there and takes care of her cause he's fascinated with humans and this leads to smut in which the reader tells him to bite her cause she finds it hot but also wants to help him since he hasn't had blood in a while

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vampire Izzy: Cruel and Kind

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warnings: *angst* *smut* *blood kink* *biting kink* *horror*

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You were planning to go out just by yourself tonight. You wanted to get away from everyone and everything because you had a very rough and exhausting week. You had got in an argument with your boyfriend and you broke up with him so you wrecked his car and got arrested and you just got out on bail. You wanted to just keep driving and see where you stopped to test your fate. Next thing you know you are blinded by flashing lights and you let the wheel get out of control. Your car was spinning like a teacup ride. Your car flipped over. 

“Shit. Someone Help” You yell out weakly. You thought you lost your voice.

 You undid your seat belt and got out of the car with just a cut on your forehead. You put your fingers to where you felt something dripping. You saw the blood on your fingers. Other than the cut on your forehead you were fine. No broken or shattered bones. You were surprised that you even made it out alive. You were shaking out of fear. You thought you were going to die. You realize that you're in the middle of nowhere and that you're stranded. 

“Great out of all nights tonight is just fucking good!” You say sarcastically.

You walk down the street for 10 minutes and you find an abandoned house to take shelter in. You open the door and enter. It was eerie. You thought you saw a shadow of a man even though it was dark. There were spider webs in the corner of the house and you were terrified. You had no choice, it was cold and scary outside. You heard the floor creek. You convinced yourself that it was the rotting wood that was falling apart. You hear someone walking upstairs and you panic. You decide to leave because you're terrified. You hear a man walking down the stairs. Izzy can smell the cut from his room upstairs.

“Shit” You're on the verge of tears.

You see a strange figure coming down. Your heart stopped beating for a couple of seconds. It's like a deer staring at headlights. You just accept your fate. You're frozen with fear. 

“Hi there. I’m Izzy. You must be a visitor.” Izzy smirks.

“Holy shit what the fuck are you doing here?. You scared the fuck out of me. I walked in here because I got in an accident.” You asked the man to make sure you weren't hallucinating.

“You know you humans are so fascinating? Make yourself comfortable. This is my house. I live here.” He says as he lights a cigarette.

“You live in this dump?” You ask Izzy

“You won't believe me but I'm a vampire and I live here,” Izzy tells you.

“Hah, that's a good one” You laugh.

“Nope,” He smiles.

Izzy gets up and grabs some alcohol. He grabs a cotton pad. He cleans the cut the car accident left on your forehead. He puts a bandaid on the cut.

“Does that feel better?” He asks as he sniffs the blood-soaked cotton pad.

“Yeah. Your hands are freezing cold. Are all vampires cold like that or is it just you?” You ask him being interested in his anatomy.

You are carefree and you grab his face and kiss him unafraid of what he would do to you. He lets you continue kissing him. You could see the hunger in Izzy’s eyes and you could see the lust in his body.

“It's been a long time since I've fed on a human.” Izzy mumbles while you both are making out. He rips all your clothes off and carries you to his bedroom. You can feel his skin pressed against your skin. He rips his clothes off.  He sticks his pale thick huge cock inside of you. 

“Your so fucking sexy you vampire man.” You moan while Izzy thrusts his cock  inside of you.

“I've been waiting for a long time to be loved.” Izzy groans as he fucks you.

“Bite me. Don't ask, just do it. It's hot and I saw the hunger in your eyes.” You moan as Izzy's cock keeps shifting deeper and deeper inside of you.

His hands have a tight grip on your shoulders. He grabs at your neck and his fangs appear. His fangs start to sink into your body. He starts to feed on you while his thrusts start to get sloppy. You can tell he is close. You feel his come shoot up inside of you while he is still drinking your blood. You can feel your pussy clench around his cock. He leaves his orgasm in you. Your squirt drips down your legs and it gets on him. He is breathless. He lets go of your shoulders. He stops drinking to make sure you have enough in your system. He kisses your chest with your blood all over his mouth and lips. He gets up and goes to the bathroom to grab more alcohol and cotton pads.

“Why did you let me drink from you?” Izzy asks curious leading humans to be more fascinating to him.

“It's hot and I wanted to help you,” You tell Izzy as you 

“Yeah, I haven't had human blood in a while.” He tells you.

“Thank you Y/N,” He tells you while holding your hand. 

“You humans are cruel yet kind. That is just wild to me” Izzy says, smirking.

He helps you put your clothes on. You decide to never go back to your life. You want to live with Izzy and he accepts you into his life. 

[faust-the-enjoyer]

Bumper Cars

Tags/CWs: gn!kid!reader, reader is in their mid teens, dad!simon, familial, use of terms of endearment, mentions of Simon's deceased nephew, fluff.

A/n: Dad!simon ❤. my inbox/requests are open! Especially for familial requests!

Divider by: @/saradika-graphics

Tags: @identity2212 (I remember you saying on one of my posts to tag you in dad!simon fics, so!)

You pulled his hand as you walked through the amusement park, looking over the rides you haven't tried yet. Simon decided to take you somewhere nice during your school break, wanted you to have some fun while you had free time, so you dragged him along, so that he could have fun too. "Which one do you wanna go on, petal? It'll be the last one, it's getting late, yeah?". You pay him no mind, you already know which one you want to go on. As you make your way to the bumper cars and stand near them, you see that each car has two seats, and it's mostly empty by now.

You turn to Simon and yank his hand a little, "Look! It has two seats...please?", he raises one of his eyebrows, "Please what? Don't expect me to get in with you, petal, I don't think I can even fit in there...". If there's one thing you learned from the time you were in his care, it's that if you beg hard enough, he'll agree, so you turn to him, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could do, "Please...please...it's the last ride, then we can really go home, I promise!". He sighs quietly, and you know he's gonna do it whether he likes it or not, for you. "Fine.", you pull his hand as you walk into the now still ride, the operator letting you both in, albeit her eyes widening when Simon got in after you did, the man's a unit.

As you sat in one of the cars, Simon sat next to you, he surprisingly fit in the small car. You saw other parents with their kids too, though there were only a few your age that got in, with what looked like their parent or older sibling. You two buckle your seatbelts, and wait for when all is still so you can start moving the car, you look up at Simon and smile mischievously, he knows that glint in your eyes very well, and he chuckles as he looks away from you, looking at the other parents and kids. Before he knew it, the car's moving, and you're spinning the steering wheel around and bumping into other kids, almost every child's laughter filling the area, filling their parents' ears.

"Jesus!", Simon kept a steady hand on your shoulder as you drove around, that is, until he started remembering something. He used to take his little nephew out to amusement parks as well, one of the few rides he really loved were the spinning teacups and a kiddie rollercoaster that looked like a train. He missed those days, but your laughter brought him back to reality, your hands quickly spinning the wheel as you and another kid who looks about your age compete to see who bumps more cars than who. He looks down at you, seeing you smile so joyfully, he'd move heaven and earth just to see you this happy.

The time flew, and the ride's time was over by the time he looked at the other kids and their parents, all slowly leaving their little cars, and as he turned to you, he saw you unbuckling your seatbelt. He chuckled and started unbuckling his own seatbelt, "Had your fun? Now, what was the point of making me ride with you, hm?", you stand up and exit the little car, looking down at him while giving him a slightly weary smile, "Because I love you dad, and I wanted you to have fun too, I wanted you to have fun.". He slowly lets go of the seatbelt and looks up at you, his eyes softening and a warm, loving smile appears on his face as he chuckles quietly, "I love you too, petal, let's go home, alright?".

As you two make your way out of the ride, the walk out of the amusement park and to Simon's car is one filled with quietness, one that you both feel comfort in. He sighs as he walks, "Where'd you learn to drive like that?-" you cut him off almost immediately, a shit-eating grin on your face, "You.". He huffs, pulling on your ear gently, earning an annoyed whine from you, "My driving skills are-" you cut him off again as you chuckle smugly, "No they're not, don't even try to defend yourself, old man.". The whole walk back to his car is full of silly bickering, and he wouldn't wish for anything else.

[tothosewholisten]

Forever Healed | TUA insert

Chapter: 06

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Masterlist

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“Play it again.”

For the past hour, Alison, Luther and I sat together. In the same room that Pogo showed the two of us the night before.

“We’ve watched it over and over, Luther. It’s the same every time” I groan.

Luther only arrived when Alison left the room this morning to go find her siblings and show them the alarming tape. I'm guessing her last option was the skeptic Luther.. but knowing them, she probably ran to him first.

But I guess the tape was important. If you're Luther, searching for someone to pin his Dad’s death on.

The tape was security footage of Reginald in his room the night he died. The room was unkempt and he had stuff laid out all over his bed. This was my first clear view of his room because of course, none of us were allowed to go in.

He sat there on his bed with Grace hovering over him, her stare was blank and unwavering. In her hand was a cup of tea presumably. She stayed there hovering over Reginald until he flops over into his bed agonizing in pain. But Grace doesn't help him, she just walks away with the teacup still in hand.

I know what everyone in the room is thinking, and this doesn't look good for Grace’s case that she didn't murder Reginald.

Luther stared in confusion at the screen. “Er.. What is she doing? The tea, did she poison him?” He stammered.

“Uh—“ Alison sighs. “I don’t know.”

“Where did you find this?”

“Alison and I were looking at old footage of us as kids, she saw the tape just sitting there,” I answer.

Luther's eyes move from me to back to the screen. “Yeah, Dad must have started using the security system again. He was getting more and more paranoid. He thought people were out to get him, well.. I guess maybe he was right.”

“But Mom?” Alison questions. “I mean, she’s not capable of.. is she?”

I shake my head “Does it really matter though? He died. Why do we need to investigate?”

They stare at me as I go on. “It just seems like everyone cares about Reginald now that he’s dead, when all he did was treat us like shit. Honestly, let the bitch die.”

The two of them share an upsetting glance without acknowledging my comment. Instead, they both get up, getting ready to go to question Grace. Luther struts out the door, his enlarged body barely fitting through the door frame.

“Really guys.”

Alison stops. “You should come with us, let's figure this out together please?”

“Fine.”

The three of us move to the kitchen. Where Grace is standing over the stove cooking eggs, her old-timey pink polka dot dress moving as she hums an old tune. She immediately took notice of us and had gotten three glasses of orange juice for when we sat down.

Alison and I look at Luther hoping that he would be the one to start this uncomfortable grilling.

“Mom?” He calls out. “We need to ask you some questions about the night that Dad died.”

Grace slowly turns to look at us over her shoulder, before fully turning in our direction. Letting the eggs fry freely in her pan.

“Do you remember anything?” He adds.

She looked at us like a deer in headlights. “Oh course. Sunset, seven thirty-three p.m. moon was waxing crescent, dinner was Cornish hen, wild rice and carrots.”

Gross..

“No. No, uh.. later that night. In his bedroom did you go to see him?”

She smiles. “I don’t recall!”

Grace continues her humming and cooking. I looked at Luther and Alison who were on my right as they tried to decide with head nudges who's gonna talk next.

Alison speaks up. “Were you ever.. I don’t know, angry with Dad?”

Before answering Grace scrapes the cooked eggs off the pan. An almost forced smile plastered on her smooth fake skin. “Your father was a good man. A kind man. He was very good to me.” She remarks.

“Well yes, but after we all left, it must’ve been difficult.”

“Oh, there were days. You kids kept me oh so busy, and then..” Grace stops.

Contrast to her bright smile from earlier. Grace’s face turned into worry like she didn't know what happened herself.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

She stares off. This was getting weirder and weirder. Her face then goes back to a creepy smile.

“What were you going to say?” Alison asks as well.

“Eggs are ready!”

We all turn to each other, trying to decipher her sudden coldness. So far we’ve got nothing. Grace comes up to the table, two plates of eggs in hand. She sets them on the table in front of Alison and Luther.

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day!”

Both plates held two sunny-side-up eggs and a piece of bacon, they were put in a certain way to look like eyes and a smile. It was a cute jest but I hoped that I wouldn't receive a plate also because of my disdain for eggs.

Grace soon returned to the table with a plate of pancakes. “Don’t think I forgot about you.” She giggles while setting down the plate for me.

My smile is wider than it's ever been before, at her remembrance. “Thanks, Mom.”

“Now eat up all of you!”

..

I headed back upstairs to my room deciding to let Alison and Luther hash out all their crazy’s theories. Who cares why the old man is dead, they need to let him go.

At this point in my morning I hadn’t even gotten ready for the day. I stayed up all night looking at security footage with Alison. And I was still in my clothes from the night before.

There weren't many clothing options to work with because well I haven’t been home in a long time. So I searched in my closet for the old clothes I'd left behind, trying to find anything that might still fit after all these years.

I settled for my old washed jeans, black tank top and my coveted black bomber jacket. An outfit of the past that would probably be able to blend in with today's trends. I thought seventeen-year-old me was the shit.

After picking out new clothes, I found myself in one of the mansion's many bathrooms to take a bath and brush my teeth. On my way out of the steaming room, I stopped by the sink’s mirror to stare at myself.

My h/c hair is outgrown and greasy from oils, before the world ends I needed a haircut. And my skin was flush from just washing it. People were right when they said I have a young face, but I can’t even thank that to skincare, it's freaky. I'm almost thirty.

I carried my tired body back into my room, clean and dressed. Then I crash into my cream-colored bed. Maybe I'd have enough time to sleep before something bad happens.

“Y/n!”

Nope, I don’t think I’ll sleep ever again.

“What?” I scream back.

“Come here!” The voice was Alison.

I groan, throwing myself from my bed towards my fluffy carpet and slowly army crawl towards my door.

..

“We need to go find Vanya,” Alison tells me. Her face wasn’t as calm and collected as normal, she was visibly upset. I'm sure it had to do with her alone time with Luther

“What’s wrong Alison?”

She shakes her head. “Nothing. It’s just uhm.. we are going to have a family meeting. So Luther went to go find Five with Klaus. Meaning we should go find Vanya.”

I glanced around the main floor. “Klaus is here?”

“He was, but now they're gone so, come on, we need to find her.” I follow Alison out of the academy and try to keep up with her long strides.

We passed shops and buildings alike on our way to Vanya. Alison told me she didn’t exactly know where she was, so we’d just head to a bunch of different locations. But we didn't even need to do that because at our first stop, there she was.

With her violin case on her back, she stood in front of a woodworking store, with some guy?

I immediately size him up. He was medium height with short brown hair and an average outfit. His nose looked a bit crooked like he could’ve broken it in his youth. If this is the guy Vanya likes all power to her but, it was weird seeing her with someone.

They looked like they were in deep conversation when we walked over. Vanya stares at us almost distressed.

“Alison?” She spoke.

Alison clasped her hands trying to seem as nonthreatening as possible but I didn't do the same. I walked over behind her with my hands in my pockets before stepping out next to her.

“Hey..” Alison responded slowly.

The man glances at us with confusion. We all stood there before Vanya spoke up.

“Leonard, this is my sister, Alison and uhm.. Y/n.” She said, I don't even furrow a brow at what she says. Even though it stumps me, I still don’t see myself as a sibling in this group. But to hear it come from Vanya is something..

Leonard stares at us before pointing rudely at Alison. “Wait a second, I know you!” He exclaims. And Alison gives him her best paparazzi smile.

“You were in that movie. You’re in the movie, the uh.. you were the lawyer! The tough one in the wheelchair right?”

She chuckles. “Yeah, yeah that was me.”

He goes back to Vanya. “You didn’t tell me your sister was a movie star. Wow!” She gives him a slight smile and nods.

He then turns his attention to me. It makes me feel like running, I'm not picking up the greatest vibe from this guy at all. “You were in that Umbrella thing, too, weren't you?” He asked me.

He left me speechless, how did he recognize me so quickly from one look? I don’t even try to look happy before responding with a yes.

“But you weren't in that, were you?” He questions Vanya. It kinda sounds like he’s almost chastising her for not being in the superficial team.

Vanya thinks before she responds. “No, uh.. I was sort of the fifth Beatle of the family, so..”

“I never really did like the Beatles. More of a Stones guy, myself.”

No one cares.

The atmosphere turns tense as the two of them go back into their own world, staring at each other like we're not standing right here.

This got too romantic for me. “Uhm, I'm sorry to interrupt, but, uh.. Vanya, can you come back to the house?”

“Why?” Vanya's body turns to me.

“We’re having a family meeting,” Alison says.

“And you guys want me there?” She replies stoically.

I nod. “Of course.”

Hopefully, my heated stare at Leonard would get him to go away. But instead, he stood there looking back at me and then at Vanya.

“It’s about Mom,” Alison tells her.

Vanya’s sour face turns sweet when she looks back at the average man. “I'm so sorry. I—“

“Oh, don’t be. We'll do a rain check on dinner.” The man smiles.

They say their goodbyes as he awkwardly walks away in the opposite direction of us three.

“Who’s the guy?” I ask.

“He’s a.. just a friend.”

“Friend?” Alison questions.

“No.. it's not.” Vanya’s eyes go to Leonard's disappearing figure. “Maybe I'm just trying to not separate myself from everything and everyone.”

Alison looks down. “I’m.. I'm sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things to you yesterday. I was angry with Patrick, and I.. took it out on you. I'm really sorry. I'm not good at this whole sister thing.”

“I hadn’t noticed.”

“Ouch. Tell me how you really feel.”

Vanya grins. “Maybe I will.”

Alison laughs. Wow, Vanya was joking and standing up for herself. Maybe this new man really brought out another side of her.

I stand in the middle of the two as we walk back hopefully before the rain comes.

..

All of us were crowded into the living room by Luther when we returned. Everyone minus the boy Five. There’s no time to ask where he is before Luther places one of the tiny screens from the security room on the bar island. The screen played the same video I'd seen a hundred times, Reginald’s death.

Sounds of shock and confusion come from everyone in the room. But Vanya is the first to ask a question. “I mean, do you really think Mom would hurt Dad?”

“You haven’t been home in a long time, Vanya. Maybe you don’t know Grace anymore.” Luther retorts.

I almost rolled my eyes at what he said. Like she really could’ve changed that much, I don't even think that’s possible.

Diego takes a step closer from where he was in the back. “If he was poisoned, it would’ve shown in the coroner's report.” He tries to tell Luther.

“Well, I don't need a report to tell me what I can see with my own eyes.” The whole group discussion turns into a two-brother standoff as they go back and forth.

But I stood next to Klaus and Alison, in the back. We were eating chips that Klaus had suspiciously got from one of his pockets.

Diego takes another step forward towards the TV. “Maybe all that low gravity in space messed with your vision.” He clicks the pause button. “Look closer.”

The scene he paused on was of Grace hovering over Reginald when he sat in his bed. “Dad has his monocle, Mom stands up. Monocle’s gone. She wasn't poisoning him. She was.. taking it.. to clean it.”

Klaus chimes in with support to Diego’s claim, mid-chip bite. “Oh, yeah!” He exclaims.

And all of us turn to the now walking away Diego. His idea was okay, but it was mainly him covering for Grace. Then again it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks because we will never truly know and it doesn't matter but Luther presses on.

His face was screaming confusion. “Then where is it? No, I've searched the house, including all her things. She doesn't have it.”

Diego's eyes drop to the floor. “That’s because I took it from her. After the funeral.”

That was a shock to us all, it was clear he didn’t want us to think Grace was behind this at all. He went as far as changing some key details in the story of his Dad’s murder.

“You’ve had them monocled this whole time? What the hell, Diego?” Alison yells.

“Give it to me.” Luther puts his hand out.

“I threw it away.”

“You what?” Luther angrily replies while Alison scoffs.

Diego holds out an accusing pointer finger at his brother. “Look, I knew that if you found it on Mom, you’d lose your shit. Just like you're doing right now.

The pair moves closer and closer to each other.

“Diego, you son of a bitch.” Luther says almost seething with rage. The two of them look ready to throw down as Diego gets into a fighting stance knife in hand.

But I walk over to Diego and take his knife out of his right hand. “You two need to actually calm down,” I said. The middle-aged man tries to reach for his knife but I hold it against my back as I continue. “Grace is designed to be a caretaker and protector.”

Alison shakes her head at me. “What does that mean?”

“She's supposed to intervene if someone’s life is in jeopardy. I don't think that changed no matter how long some of us have been gone.” That last part was for Luther.

The men settle down but Luther keeps up the topic. “Well, if her hardware is degrading then.. we need to turn her off.”

“That’s what you got from what I said?” I yell.

All hell breaks loose in Diego's mind. “Woah, woah, woah, woah, wait. She's not just a vacuum cleaner you can throw in a closet. She feels things, I've seen it!” He screams, bringing his finger back into the large man's face.

“She just stood there, Diego, and watched our father die,” Luther shouts back.

Alison pipes up from her seat against a pillar. “I'm with Luther.”

“Surprise, surprise.” Diego mocks.

“Shut up.”

The men turn to me awaiting my opinion. I looked back and forth before staring up at the tall Luther, the answer was easy in my head but harder to say out loud. “I have to go with Diego, he’s right.”

Luther clicks his tongue at my words but moves to Vanya along with Diego. She stammers at the pressure and doesn't say anything.

“I— I don't.” She finally gets out.

“Yeah she shouldn’t get a vote.” Diego rudely states. “Of course she should,” I say.

“I was gonna say that I agree with you!”

“Okay. She should get a vote.”

For the final time, Diego and Luther turn to zoned out Klaus, who stood resting against a pillar. More chips and a drink from the bar in hand. “What about you stoner boy? What do you got?” Diego asked.

Klaus blinks. “Oh, so, what? Do you need my help now? Oh, ‘get out of the van, Klaus!’ ‘Well, welcome back to the van.”

None of us knows what he’s talking about except for Luther who scoffs. “What’s it gonna be, Klaus?”

“I'm with Diego because screw you! And if Ben were here, he’d agree with me” Judging by the Ben I remembered, he wouldn't agree.

Diego counts with his fingers his votes. “So that’s four to two?”

“Wait,” says Luther.

“Votes not final yet.” Alison brings up. “Fives not here. The whole family has to vote. We owe each other that.

“What? That doesn't matter! We still have more votes anyway.” Diego grumbles.

Vanya agrees with Alison. “She's right we should wait.” Alison, Luther and Klaus take that as their sign to leave the room for some reason. Leaving Diego, Vanya and me alone.

I'm at a loss for what to do now, now everyone is divided because of Reginald once again. But this time he’s not even around to scrutinize us, but we still let him get to us.

I'm thinking about leaving the house forever when I see Diego turning to someone. It was Grace standing in the doorframe. I had no idea how long she was standing there, she could’ve heard everything.

The three of us walk up to her. Her expression was off, she was missing her natural smile. What was there instead was a look of also being lost. I didn't even know she could do that. Maybe she was changing, for the better or the worst. It didn't matter to me, since I loved her either way. I can’t stand to see her go.

Diego lightly grabs onto her shoulder to get her attention. “Hey, how long have you been here?” He says softly.

She looks up at him. “You all seem upset. I’ll make cookies.” Her radiant smile returned and she walked away without another word.

Vanya talks as Grace's heels click away. “Do you ever wonder.. all those moments with Mom, the things she said. Like, was it her, or was it really Dad?”

That was something. I don't think I ever thought about it that way. My knowledge of robots only goes to an extent

“What are you talking about?” Diego asked.

“Well, he built her. And he programmed her to be a mom, to be our mom. Sometimes when I look at her, I just see him.”

“Maybe that was true,” I say. “But she evolved.”

“Well, how do you know?”

Diego cuts in. “Because Dad only loved himself.” Then he walked away.

Vanya’s eyes meet mine as we just watch him leave. When he gets to the staircase she goes into her pocket and reaches for her pill bottle and takes two. For all the time I’ve known her she’s taken those pills.

She tells me she’s going home before we say goodbye, and I'm left by myself.

What I didn’t know was the monkey staring at me from above. It was Pogo who had just witnessed all our discourse.

…

Aug 14 update:

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[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

fic prompt: Ed & Stede watch a bird raise hatchlings through their bedroom window (I hope you're feeling better soon!)

"Stede, Stede, babe, holy shit, c'mere!"

Stede held out the teacup he'd brought for Ed, taking a sip from his own as he joined him at the window. "What's - oh, wow!"

"Yeah." Ed took a sniff of his teacup to get a whiff of the cinnamon Stede added at this time of year before taking a drink. The baby birds in the tree by their upstairs bedroom window were some kind of swallow, Stede thought, and looked to be pretty fresh. "Look at them - all cute and naked and everything."

"Just like you were last night," Stede said, nudging an elbow playfully into Ed's side.

"Heh." Ed leaned against him, his smile growing fond. "Pretty cool, right?"

"Pretty cool."

The birds were nice to check in on as they went throughout their days, Stede thought. They watched as they started to get feathers, as their eyes opened, as they started to look more like birds and less like gross little raw meat cutlets. Ed liked when they could spot the birds' mama, and always called for Stede to come watch so he could see her feed the babies and hop around, too.

That was why it was a bit unusual when Stede returned to their bedroom with a stack of folded laundry to see Ed quietly sitting on the bed, watching by himself.

"Alright, sweet pea?" Stede put a hand on Ed's shoulder, depositing the laundry on the bed to be put away later.

"Mhm." Ed leaned his temple against Stede's hip, and when Stede followed his eyes outside, he was a bit surprised to see two adult birds hopping around the nest. "They've got a dad. Didn't know bird dads were, like, very good."

"Ah." Stede clicked his tongue. "Well, maybe bird dads are shit, we don't know -"

"Nah, man, he's an excellent dad!" Ed's lip wobbled, just slightly, as he looked up at him. "Did you know birds got to have that? A dad who - who loves them, and feeds them, and teaches them how to flap their little wings around?"

"Well..." Stede sat next to him on the bed, pulling him into his side. "Sometimes, some birds get excellent dads, and some birds get awful dads. And it's not the birds' fault which one they get."

"Maybe it is," Ed said bitterly, his eyes shining. "Maybe if they were just better at doing their little bird chores and had better bird personalities, their bird dads would like them more."

"Oh, honey, you know that's not true." Stede leaned their foreheads together, looking out at the soft blue sky outside and the birds in the tree. "Baby birds don't have anything to apologize for. They're just babies. They've never done anything wrong."

Ed was quiet, for a long moment, and when he spoke his voice was very small. "It's not fair."

"No," Stede agreed, thinking back to cruel words spoken in a low, unkind register, thinking back to feeling small and somehow wrong for it. "It's not fair at all."

They were both a bit sad when they went upstairs for bed one night and the birds were gone. They'd known it had been coming, they'd watched them flapping their little wings and venturing onto the branches, but it was still a bit sad.

"I hope they'll be okay," Ed said, looking out the window as he got changed into his pajamas. "It's a hard world to be a little baby bird in. I hope..."

He trailed off, his head tucking in the way he did when he thought he was being silly in a way Stede wouldn't like, which just wouldn't do.

"I hope," Stede said brightly, "that they make friends, and maybe even lovers...do birds have lovers? I hope they find out, I guess."

"And I hope they have a good life."

"The best," Stede agreed, joining Ed at the window, wrapping an arm around his waist. "And I hope they always have somewhere to go. Where they feel safe. And loved."

Ed brought Stede's hand up to his lips, kissing his palm. "I hope so, too."

[hiemaldesirae]

LOOL YES!! That's what you get Alastor!! Cursed cat!Alastor adores Vox and would never hurt him. Honestly it'd be hilarious if Vox does an interview that night and the entire hotel (plus Lucifer) catches it and Cursed cat!Alastor is on Vox's shoulders just purring away and happily nuzzling Vox's screen and being happily petted and Alastor is gripping his fixed staff, grinding his fangs, jealousy leaking from him.

Charlie is pleased: "Alastor, I knew you could find that cat a good home! Thank you! =D"

Everyone else is fucking shocked. They know Alastor threw that cat at the Vees for entertainment and hell raising purposes (and in Husk's case, a way to try and get Vox to come back to him. Most of Alastor's schemes involving the Vees always, always revolve about getting Vox back.)

The interview is about a new product of Voxtech, but at the end of it, they ask about Vox's new pet and Vox just puffs up, proud as can be:

Vox: "This little demon just charged into the lobby, brutally attacking my staff! 2 or 3 died, I think 4 or 5 were maimed so I of course had to keep him! Isn't that right, Venom? (Cause Vox thought he had rabies....and he foams at the mouth when he attacks...so...and the V theme.) Isn't he precious?"

*sir is fine, for future reference. but YEAH, alastor would definitely be seething with rage- like whole fucking cartoon ass face too, he's NOT having the time of his life rn. why the FUCK was vox petting that hellspawn???? that should've been HIM ???????????

also venom is a perfect name for that little shit, honestly, though ill be fr i can only think of the. You know. Venom.

anyway whatever here's another writing snip. (vv short because i have morning classes tmw and im going to freak if im late again) you guys are greedy asf but whatever ill provide like any good father would

"Oh, dear... and he *kept* it, is that right?" Rosie gasps as she watches Alastor grip his hair tightly, head cradled in his hands. She giggles as she continues teasing the poor demon, "My, Alastor, isn't he quite the catch? Compassionate and caring to boot, not to mention that he seems to be *quite* popular among the denizens of Hell!"

"Rosie, my dear, please. Stop talking. For the love of God, stop talking," Alastor's ears flatten more as he begs his friend, Rosie merely laughing softly in delight as she watches.

"You can hardly blame me for being curious, Alastor! I mean, you always refused to take your sweet little picture box to Cannibal Town when the two of you were still talking... why, I had to learn of your dalliance through Mimzy! And, not to devalue my beloved's qualities, of course, but she's *hardly* the greatest source of information one can find-- I married her out of love, not for her communication skills."

"That *thing* probably has rabies," Alastor spits out, looking as if he'd just swallowed a particularly bitter pill. "I don't *understand* what he sees in it!"

"Well, it does look quite like you," Rosie points out leisurely. She takes a sip out of her teacup before continuing, "Perhaps he's treating it as a substitute for you? You know, in the way that some would treat their plushs like pets, he's treating his pet as... well, you."

Alastor narrows his eyes at her. "Vox *knows* that if he wanted to talk to me, he could easily just go over and tune into our shared frequencies. He's *replacing* me with it, Rosie, I just know it!"

"Hm... well, in that case, why don't you just go and make it clear to him that you aren't replacable?" Rosie taps the edge of her cup with a knowing glint in her abyssal black eyes, holding her good friend's gaze steadily. "You've never shyed away from confrontation before, have you, Alastor? Why be hesitant now?"

Alastor licked his lips, staring down in his lap before he picked up his own teacup and downed the liquid inside like a shot.

"Thank you for hosting me today, Rosie. I think... I've reached a conclusion."

A knowing smirk crosses the Cannibal Overlord's face. "Of course you have. I expect to be formally introduced to your lovely little muse soon, you understand?"

"Yes, my fair lady," Alastor rolls his eyes with amusement. "But you had better not try and take a bite of him."

"Who, little old me? I'd never, dear!"

"You had better not," Alastor frowns. Though his tone is joking, his expression falls flat.

Elsewhere, in the Entertainment District, Vox sneezes into Venom's fur as he cradles the fluffball of red fur. The freaky kitten turns to look up at him with a questioning look, but he only ruffles Venom's ears apologetically.

"Sorry, Ven. I don't know what came over me just now- oh, look at this! Should we get you this collar, or that one...?"

[strawberryama]

Stop Being Nice and Fuck Me

Thoma x fem reader smut

cw: neighbors to lovers, cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, vaginal sex, filming/recording, doggy style, mirror sex, modern au!

minors dni 18+

You were at Thoma’s, having your weekly tea get together. While you sipped on the prepared tea, you sat across from your very handsome neighbor. He was always so sweet and kind, happy to listen about your week, ignoring and gliding over any hiccups in your stories or speech. He was fully engaged too, asking questions with a pair of attentive emerald eyes trained on you. Thoma was the perfect man, and this was barely even the tip of the iceberg.

It was no wonder that you were interested in him. And this week, you were particularly determined. You had some “dirt,” for lack of a better term, on Thoma. And there was no better way to start the conversation about your blatant interest in him, so you felt.

Setting down the white teacup with a gentle clank to the saucer, you smiled softly. “Thoma, one small thing before I head out.”

“Hm? Yeah?”

“You never told me how thin the walls are, you know.”

Thoma just tilted his head, confused smile painting his face. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” you inhales. Here goes. “If I could hear you clearly moaning this past week, that means you could hear me the countless times I’ve had my more…intimate alone times.”

The smile had slid right off of Thoma’s face at this. He began feeling himself paling but dually burning up. His world was in slow motion. Thoma racked his brain in an attempt to recall if he had said anything embarrassing two nights ago. He had been so stressed that evening, he figured that letting off a little steam would help. Like two loads of steam, if you catch his drift.

He couldn’t even recall if he’d moaned out your name or not. He was mortified enough, but if you heard that part, he was going to bury himself in a hole and never come back out. You’d probably assumed he was a pervert or a freak. Masturbating to thought of his own neighbor. His own neighbor he sees and hangs out with at least once a week. What if you moved or never wanted to see him again?

“Well, as always, thank you for the tea, Thoma.” You gave him a saccharine grin as you stood from your seat. Thoma stood up straight away, embarrassment evident on his face. At the sight of this, you felt a rush of boldness run through your veins. With your heart pounding, you reach out, fingertips brushing his upperarm as you lean in. You place a gentle and quick kiss to his cheek. Thoma doesn’t make a move, so you push yourself, leaning up to his ear to whisper softly, “My door’ll be unlocked the rest of the day should you feel…compelled.”

And with that, you pulled back, giving a cheeky grin and wink to Thoma. You grab your phone off the table and the hightail it out of there. This wasn’t your typical thing. Coming onto someone, and so strongly, was never even on your agenda. You practically sprinted down the hall to your apartment, flinging open the door.

“I can’t believe I did it. Holy shit, oh my god,” you mumbled. You began pacing about your living room space, unaware of the storm raging on in the apartment one over. Unaware of the man making a split decision and grabbing his phone and keys. Unaware of the door being thrown open only to be hastily locked. Unaware of the fire hot on your trail, until he was throwing open your door.

Thoma didn’t even waste a second in locking the door and marching up to you. He looked angry but hesitant. The fire and storm that raged on inside of him were at war for dominance. Thoma reached out, grabbing your arms as you stood there waiting for a confession, an explanation, a response, anything.

“I…!”

He was struggling so much. Thoma needed with everything in his soul to be a gentlemen. He was a feminist above all. He couldn’t degrade you and ask for sex like that. Are you kidding?

You reached out, gently smiling while you removed Thoma’s grip on you. “Thoma. Stop being nice and just fuck me. Please. I can only handle being this forward for so long-“

You simply did not have to tell him twice. His hand once again found their place on your arms, stabilizing both of you as his lips cut you off. He was so warm and soft. Thoma tasted of the tea you’d had only minutes ago. Something about the kiss was just right in every way. It was like those fairytale kisses that made a big to do about it all.

He barely broke the kiss to gasp for air before going back in, tongue swiping at your lip, begging for entrance. You were more than willing, giving him entrance immediately. You figured Thoma had to be at least average in his skillset; he was good at everything, after all. But never in your life were expecting for Thoma to be so sloppy but so good.

His tongue was practically down your throat within seconds. Thoma’s soft moans and hums had your head spinning with the added vibration, even. Each swirl of his tongue left you weak in the knees and longing for more. It had you submitting to your favorite neighbor, knees threatening to buckle, instantly.

As you grabbed onto Thoma’s shirt for some stability, you whined softly against his tongue. God, if he was this good with just his tongue, you couldn’t even imagine what was to come.

You weren’t going to have to wait long to find out, thankfully. Thoma started walking you back into your bedroom, never breaking from the kiss. He was cautious, hand on the back of your head to be safe in case you pumped into something along the way. He was always so considerate.

But now wasn’t about that. You wanted him to be selfish. You grabbed at Thoma’s jacket and practically threw it in the doorway of your bedroom. It was like a desperate plea, screaming ‘fuck me! Fuck me fuck me fuck me!’

And Thoma heard it loud and clear. He nearly threw you onto your bed, climbing on top immediately.

“So this is where you play with your pussy?” he said through a heavy breath. Thomas sat back on his heels, grabbing at the hem of his shirt. You looked on almost hypnotized by his torso as he threw his shirt to the side.

He was so pretty. You couldn’t believe you took so long to work up the courage to ask for this. To ask for him.

“______,” he cooed. “I asked you a question.”

“Y..Yes.”

“Mm. Well, I look forwards to seeing you squirt. After hearing you make a mess for months on end, I’ve been dying to see it.”

“H-How’d you know that I squirt?!”

You felt your cheek burn. There was no way he just knew that. Did you say something? There was no way..

“Oh. I didn’t. But I’m gonna make you regardless.”

With that, Thoma practically ripped off your shorts, throwing them off into the abyss of your floor. He looked to you to check how you were doing and that nearly sent him over the edge.

Your face was flushed and you looked at him with a lustful lidded gaze. A daze smile adorned your mouth, tongue peeking out. Thoma almost completely stopped in his tracks at the state of you. You were hot. You were a dream. And you were all his right now.

Thoma dove in, cupping your face with both hands, kissing you. You were irresistible in this moment and he didn’t know what to do first. He let one hand travel down to the bottom of your shirt, pushing up. He was ruthless in grabbing your breast upon realizing you had no bra on.

You whined, throwing your head back even further into the pillows, breaking the kiss. This gave Thoma the perfect opportunity to jump right to your tits, sucking and biting. He practically growled in lust, sucking on your nipple. You felt your panties getting wet and you didn’t know how much longer you’d hold out.

“You know,” you began panting. Thoma looked up at you while he laid hickey after hickey on your tits, giving his full attention. “when I could hear you touching yourself, I was doing the same thing. You sounded so hot.”

“Fuck,” Thoma gasped, finally letting go of your tits.

“I had my vibrator on my clit and two fingers inside of me.”

“Gods, I need you now. I can’t be patient.”

You didn’t even get another word in. Just like your shorts, your wet panties were gone in an instant. Thoma wasted no time in leveling himself and running his tongue up your folds. He moaned as he slurped up your slick, sending shivers down your spine. Thoma’s still gloved hands yanked at your waist, pulling you closer to his mouth. You had no where to go - not that you were complaining. Thoma was the final destination as far as you were concerned.

You put your legs that already felt like jello over his shoulders as he began to flick his tongue back and forth over your clit. He was relentless. Thoma, like everything else he did, was amazing at this. He applied just the right amount of pressure and was the right speed and-

Holy fuck! You squealed at the unexpected sensation. Thoma had began to suck on your clit sharply. He chuckled, adding a wonderful pleasure that had your back arching already.

“Th-Thoma!” you whined. He was so fucking good at this. You were bucking your hips into his face, unable to control yourself anymore.

“That’s it pretty girl,” he cooed, having finally come up for a breath. “Just like that.”

“More,” you whined, hands flying to his fluffy locks.

“More?~ God…such a needy lil thing.”

You looked down to him and those green eyes you knew so well were clouded with lust. Thoma sat up, a devious grin on his lips. “Give me your vibrator.”

You halted for a second, confused. But the smile on Thoma’s lips and his patient yet needy demeanor had you reaching into your nightstand. You pulled out the white, cordless wand, and handed it over, no questions.

Thoma took it, rising from the bed. “Come here,” he beckoned, holding out his free hand. He happily steadied you as you got up, holding your hand as he walked you over to your mirror. He sat down in front of the floor length mirror, legs spread wide.

“Sit,” he said, patting the floor. “I wanna watch you make a mess and get this mirror all dirty.”

Holy shit. Holy shit holy shit. Thoma was nasty. You obeyed his request immediately, sitting in between his legs. You didn’t even need to be told to spread your legs, you held them open, hands underneath the bend of your knees.

Thoma placed a gentle kiss to the back of your head as thanks. “Such a good girl.” He leaned you back a bit and then pulled something from his back pocket. “______?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I take a video?”

You froze for a minute, looking back to him. “Wh..Why?”

“It’s…a lil embarrassing. But so I can have something to watch next time I’m thinking about you.”

Thoma’s ears grew red and he seemed to be honest about it. Thoma was a nice guy. He wouldn’t just spread a video like that..right? No, there’s no way. Besides, the thought of him using a video of him playing with you to get off to, was kinda hot.

“O-Okay,” you nod. “Just, don’t show anyone please.”

“Of course not! Oh my god! I would never.”

Right. That’d be out of his character. You felt bad even thinking he might. This was Thoma after all.

“Go ahead, then,” you smiled back at him.

“Thank you, _____.” Thoma wasted no time in turning on the camera of his phone and pressing record. He set aside your toy for now and played with your pussy, showing it off to the camera.

He spread your lips wide, showing the mess you’d become from just a little bit of toying to the camera. You tried to look away, but Thoma beckoned you to look at your pussy. The puffy red clit, the drooling cunt. You were messy, and it was all his fault.

Thoma then sunk a finger into your pussy, looking you dead in the eyes. Both of you moaning at the sensation of his finger sinking inside. You were so fucking tight and the stretch felt so good. You couldn’t wait for that cock to fill you up.

“Good girl,” Thoma whispered into you neck, placing gentle kisses. He slowly began pumping his finger in and out, relishing in the soft squelch your pussy made.

It was divine. His long, skinny fingers hit the exact spot that drove you crazy. And it was nearly automatic, that he knew where to curl his fingers. He curled them, flexing and pointing, making you see stars already. You gasp and moaned, tears of pleasure pricking at the corner of your eyes.

But there was a familiar sensation that normally took a bit longer, already bubbling up. Thoma knew damn well what he was doing. This man was a god. There was no way he wasn’t mad fucking, not when he was this good. But that was a question for later.

“Soooo sensitive,” he moaned into your neck. “Do me a favor, angel?”

Through dazed eyes and in a near hypnotic state, you hum in approval.

“Put your vibrator on your clit, please?”

You obeyed, happily, grabbing the wand and turning it on. You pressed the button, setting it to the first setting, you hovered over your sensitive clit, anticipating the sensation.

Thoma’s finger never stopped though, bumping in and out at a consistent pace. As you pressed the wand’s head to your clit, you threw back your head onto Thoma’s shoulder. Fuck. It felt so good. The familiar bubbling in your stomach grew and you whined.

Thoma placed gentle kisses along your jawline and neck, whispering soft praises against you. “You’re doing such a good job, love. Can you take another finger?”

“Please,” you whine, pleading for more. You wanted to be a good girl and fulfill his wishes. You wanted to squirt all over the mirror. You needed Thoma to fuck you stupid while you were forced to watch his cock slide in and out of you in the mirror. The anticipation was killing you.

You heard a deep chuckle from Thoma’s throat and you felt the sting of your cunt adjusting to the second finger plunging in. Your pussy ached but as Thoma curled and pumped his fingers, the splotches in your vision returned.

“Th-Thoma,” you moaned, breathlessly.

“Turn your vibe up.”

You whimpered as you followed his command. The buzzing against your clit and Thoma’s fingers pushing against your g spot, had your toes curling. You bit down on your lip and cried out in pleasure.

Everything began to blur as you felt a familiar sensation burning like a hot iron in your tummy. Your vision grew splotchy and your mind went hazy.

“Such an angel. Taking my fingers so well. Can’t wait to see you take my cock,” Thoma whispered into your ear.

You practically drooled at the mere mention. Thoma’s cock. You needed it. You needed it now. You needed your neighbor’s cock bullying your pussy until you were screaming and crying, stupid with pleasure, unable to think about anything but his cock.

You let out a loud, pleased moan to show your excitement and began to grind against Thomas’s fingers faster. “Need it,” you panted.

“Hmm?~”

“Need your cock inside me,” you whined. God, you sounded pathetic but it was so hot to the man that was knuckle deep inside your sopping wet cunt.

“Once you cum, I’ll give you what you want, alright?” Thoma returned to placing kisses along your jaw in an attempt to appease you some but you whined a bit.

You turned up your vibe a bit more and groaned. The splotches in your vision grew and grew until your body tensed and you practically squealed.

Thoma’s fingers never ceased even as your cunt got loud and messy, squelching filling the room

“Thoma!” you cried out. His name became a chant on your lips that drove you to the brink but kept you down to Earth at the same time. Your vision blurred fully and tears gently fell from your eyes. You were in pure bliss, unaware of anything.

But Thoma grinned, watching as you came. You squirt all over your mirror, making an absolute mess. Your free hand searched for purchase anywhere at all, grabbing Thoma’s thigh, chomping down and digging in your nails. It was too much. Your body spasmed and you arched your back as much as as you possibly could, head shaking side to side.

You barely had time to recover before you felt something warm and sticky touch your back. Thoma’s cock.

You hadn’t noticed but in your fucked out sat, Thoma laid back, getting ready for you. He gave his hard cock a few pumps with his hand, groaning at the ache he felt.

“Are you okay to-“

You didnt even let Thoma finish. You were tired from the orgasm Thoma ripped out of you but you were determined. His dick was yours.

“Stop being nice,” you whined out, repositioning to be atop of Thoma’s hips. “Fuck me. Now!”

You tossed your vibrator to the side and sat up on shaky haunches, grabbing your neighbor’s cock. Impatiently you positioned its tip to line up with your cunt. But you stopped, looking back to Thoma. His face was red, but you could tell how badly he needed you.

“Your phone,” you demanded. Thoma looked left and then right. A little dazed but handing it over with no questions. “I’ll get you some more videos. That way you have more…uhm..options.”

Thoma groaned at the thought, hands gripping your hips. “You’re so hot. You know that?”

“I’ll film so please, Thoma. Manhandle me. Fill me. Fuck me.”

You pressed record, watching yourself through your reflection in the mirror on the phone. You stared at where Thoma’s cock slowly slid in, making sure it was in frame before throwing back your head in a moan.

“Oh, fuck,” you groaned as Thoma shoved you down further and further. “So big…”

“And it’s all yours, angel.”

Thoma was ruthless, just as you asked. Barely giving you a second to adjust to his cock before thrusting up into you. He was gracious enough to keep a slower pace for now though. Which allowed you to watch as your tight cunt sucked in every inch of him until you sat flush to him. And then to be pulled up, almost entirely off his cock, pussy juice and precum shining off each inch.

The moan left your mouth was straight sinful as you resisted the urge to throw back your head. You panted as you stared almost hypnotized by the image before you. But you wanted more.

“F…Faster, please, Thoma,” you whined softly. And he was happy to oblige. His hips picked up pace creating a thwacking noise each time your hips met. It had you leaning back, steadying yourself with your free hand on Thoma’s chest to keep from falling over.

“God,” Thoma groaned. His grip on your hips was near painful as if he was trying to restrain himself from going feral. But that was all you wanted. It was all you needed; just to be thrown around by this man who met you to chat over tea. Who came to your rescue when you were locked out of the apartments. The man who was there for you after a rough day, happy to watch a movie, cook you dinner, and listen to your troubles.

“Let go, Thoma. Let me be your toy. Please,” you cried out. “Thoma, please! Please, let me be your fleshlight!”

Finally, you whined as Thoma growled. The final string holding him back snapped as he began to sit up, roughly shoving you so you were face down, ass up. Thoma didn’t miss a damn beat though, going ballistic in his pace. He lifted a leg and smacked your ass hard.

“So whiny,” he complained. In this position, Thoma’s cock reached a spot that had your legs shaking and had your spit pooling in your mouth. You struggled to keep his phone up, recording the sight. But that was the least of your worries. “Is this what you wanted? Hm?~”

“Yes, sir,” you panted. Your eyes began to roll back into your head as you felt Thoma’s balls slap against your clit with each thrust.

You were straight up drooling on the floor now. You were in pure ecstasy hearing your neighbor grunt as he pummeled his cock into your sloppy pussy. And from the sound of it, he was so, so close.

“Inside, inside! Inside, please! Cum inside me, sir!”

A tug on your hair brought your head up just enough to look in the mirror. You tried with all you had to focus your eyes, looking up at Thoma’s reflection.

“So fuckin’ filthy. But since you asked nicely, I suppose I can grant you this.”

At this, your eyes rolled back into your head again, Thoma’s phone laid flat on the floor and you let yourself just go wild, moaning and crying out for Thoma. His deep, fast thrust had you panting like a bitch in heat. He was ruthless. He was everything you asked of him.

But it wasn’t long before Thoma’s hips stuttered. A warm sensation came over you as Thoma’s hot, white cum emptied right into your cunt. He gave you every single drop, refusing to pull out until he was certain that was he was fully empty.

Thoma gently let go over your hair, making sure you didn’t slam your head on the cold floor. As he pulled out, he tried not to look and prioritize your wellbeing and aftercare first.

“______? You okay, love?” He asked in the softest tone. It was such a contrast to the gruff tone he was using only a minute ago. He placed a light hand on your back, rubbing gentle circles. “Let’s get you cleaned up, hun..”

You didn’t have much energy in you but you grunted in agreeance before gasping.

“What is it? Are you okay?”

You met Thoma’s eyes as yours struggled to stay open. In between pants, attempting to catch your breath you said, “I put your phone down before we finished..”

[xer-melody]

A Worshiper of Magic (For a Date) Part 2

Wednesday Addams x male!witch!reader

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Warning: Passing out, my god awful music taste at the beginning of every fic

Words: 1,338

Summary: Wednesday has a vision in your room, once she wakes up she realizes that she needs to have a little conversation with her roommate.

(A/n: This was originally longer but I split it in half so it didn’t seem too chaotic or feel like an information overload.)

This was all kinds of strange. You figured Wednesday was psychic, she lived in Ophelia hall after all, but you really didn't expect her to suddenly have a vision in your room (as though you hadn't passed out in hers). The moment you saw her knees buckle you leaped after her, catching her a moment before she hit the ground, a sharp pain shooting through your chest as you picked her up. Carrying and dropping her down on your bed, just as she’d done you.

She’ll wake up when the vision is over, or at least she should. You watched her for a second, then with a sigh, walked over to your desk again, pulling out a second teacup for her from one of the drawers. You set it down and filled it with the same tea you'd been drinking.

She woke up 6 minutes later, you wouldn't even have noticed with how quiet she was, if it weren't for you seeing her sit up stiffly out of the corner of your eye, she probably would have scared the shit out of you.

“Hey,” you said, grabbing the teacup from before and walking over to her, “You passed out a little bit.”

She looked up at you, completely unamused, then took the teacup from your hands, seemingly unaffected by the heat coming from the streaming cup.

“What's in it?”

“Ash-leaved willow and a bit of doremaze.”

She hummed before taking a sip.

“Shame, I would have enjoyed a bit of belladonna.”

You laughed, “Yeah, I’m not taking those murder charges..”

“Not necessarily, I've developed immunity to them, one or two wouldn't hurt me”

She finished her tea and stood, handing you the cup.

“I'll remember that next time..”

She didn't say a word as she walked past you, but you swear you could see her watching you from the corner of her eye as she passed.

She hesitated to touch the doorknob again, but she did, and nothing happened.

“Thank you, y/n, we should do this again..”

And then she was gone.

Wednesday walked into her dorm, a rain cloud practically visible above her head, more so than usual.

Enid, who was sitting on her bed with Thing, looked up with a smile, then noticed Wednesday’s decrepit demeanor and her face dropped to one of concern.

“Wednesday, what's wrong?”

Hopping up, Enid walked over to Wednesday and dragged her over to her bed, making her sit down on the flurry of brightly colored blankets and pillows.

“You are self-proclaimed my best friend, right?”

Enid had to stop herself from smiling.

“Yes,” she said, but it came out with the slightest of squeals.

“And that means if I confide in you, you aren't allowed to tell anyone?”

“Yeah, yes, of course.”

“Good, I need your advice on something.”

That's a first, but after Enid called her out a few weeks ago Wednesday has been acting more ‘friendly’ (in her own way).

“I was returning Y/n’s tie when I had a vision. It was… different from my other ones. So far they've all been about the murders, but this one wasn't.”

She stopped, an expression that Enid had learned to read as frustration on Wednesday's face.

“Oh..good different or bad different?”

Wednesday paused, thinking for a moment.

“I don't know.”

The vision was strikingly similar to real life. The same mild afternoon light shining through your window, the same overt silence that enveloped your room, the same two tea cups sitting on your desk. The only difference, which became so unmistakably clear to her, was you.

You weren't standing by the bed as you were when she attempted to leave, you weren't dressed in the school uniform, and you weren't holding onto a bloodied tie.

No, now you were standing barely a foot away from her, you wore a pair of black and white plaid pajama pants and a tired look on your face you arns wrapped loosely around her.

She turned away from you, taking a moment to think. You took that moment to lower yourself to lay your head on hers.

“No class today..” you mumbled in a slightly grumbly voice, your tiredness still evident in it, “..stay with me.”

Wednesday doesn't get flustered, it doesn't happen, but your words and proximity made her feel something akin to it. She pushed down this new feeling, instead she tried to focus on what this meant, she wouldn't be being shown this if it wasn't important in some way.

You pull her back, closer to you, and her hand slips from the doorknob.

She didn't move when you pressed a kiss on the top of her head, then onto her cheek. Her little, black heart almost skipped a beat at the display. Almost instinctively, her hands found yours and you intertwined them.

After being silent for an inappropriate amount of time, she answered you.

“Fine..”

She could practically feel you beaming. Unexpectedly, your arms tightened around her waist and her feet were off the ground a second later.

Wednesday didn't like being carried, but this felt…fine.

A minute later you were both sitting on your bed together, you’d become occupied with a spell book, and the book she held, the book you'd handed her, was a murder mystery novel from the 1800s. She'd heard of it before, but it was a rare book, having been burned for its crudeness and blatant anti-authoritarian themes, and she had never been able to get her hands on it.

Now, well, in the future, she had it, and based on the distinctive black book mark sticking out of the top, she’s already read most of it.

She opens the first page, and there's a little white card inside with dark writing on it.

‘Te Amo - Y/n’

She glanced up at you, still reading your own book, and something that should have been obvious from the start finally sunk in. You were… dating, you and her, for how long she doesn’t know but if you're finding rare books and telling her that you love her, it must have been for a while.

She couldn’t help but admit to herself how nice this would be. A calm day in with the person who, apparently, loves her.

She didn’t consider herself a romantic person, she didn’t usually enjoy the concept of being in a relationship. But this felt comfortable in a way that made her want to recoil from this vision entirely. Glancing down at the book, then back at you, she opened her mouth to say something, anything-

And then she woke up.

Almost in the exact same place as where she just was. Forcing herself to sit up she look across the room and saw you, and you saw her two, bringing a steaming tea cup over with a small smile and a joke. A short conversation later she left. Even though, deep down, she wanted to stay just a bit longer.

And now Enid sat in front of her, mouth agape but the edges of her lips curled into a smile.

“Wednesday!” she squealed.

Her love-obsessed roommate hugged her, squeezing her in her excited embrace.

When Wednesday was able to pull back she said, “I feel like I'm going to throw up..”

“You're just nervous. I mean, most people don't get to see a future where they have a loving boyfriend.”

Wednesday scowled, “He's not my boyfriend, it was just a vision, doesn't mean it will come true.”

Enid gave her a look.

“Do you want it to come true? I mean he's cute, and he's a witch and that seems right up your alley.” she said with a smile, “Aww, you two can have little seance dates and summon the dead together, how cute!”

Despite how nice a seance sounded, Wednesday shrugged her off.

“I have work to do,” she stood from Enid’s bed, but turned to face her for a second, “you tell anyone about this, and I'll sew your mouth shut.”

Enid just grinned at her.

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[reysdriver]

It's On The House | S.B.

Coffeeshop AU where you're studying at a cafe and a certain barista takes a liking to you — barista!sirius x gn!reader fluff

warnings: none :)

words: 0.6k

a/n: reader is drinking tea instead of coffee cus i fkn hate coffee and don't want that shit tainting my au fantasy smh

At a brand new school, you didn’t know anyone yet. You felt odd about signing up for a study group, but you didn’t want to spend all your time alone in the school’s library or in your dorm room. You opted to study in the cafe just a few minutes away, and that’s stuck ever since. 

The place was small but had a loyal number of customers who visit every day. Usually, you would come in at the same time as them, then sit down at one of the comfy brown chairs and hang out for an hour or two. 

It was the very tail end of the lunch rush, so there were a few other people in the cafe, but they all looked like they were in a hurry to eat and get out of there. 

You didn’t want to get in anyone’s way so you sat in your favourite seat there taking notes from a textbook open on your lap. You were comfortable and out of everyone’s sight. Or so you thought. 

On his way back from dropping off a sandwich and a coffee to a customer sitting at the farthest table from the counter, the raven-haired barista paused when he passed you. 

“Hey,” He said, and you looked up at him. “That's me!”

You give him a confused look. “What?”

The young man pointed to his handwritten name tag. “I’m Sirius.” His finger moved in the direction of the astronomy textbook in your lap. “And that’s Canis Major.”

“You’re pretty famous.” 

“Well, yeah. Brightest star in the sky and best barista in the city.” 

You let out a small laugh, and Sirius was so proud that he was the one to make you do that. 

“Yeah, you do make a mean cup of tea.” You half-joked. 

“I can make another.” He offers, noticing your empty cup. “Twice as good as the last.”

You nod, handing him your first cup. 

“Alright, don’t move a muscle. I’ll be right back.” 

The homework you came there to do went completely ignored as you watched Sirius make your cup of tea, as well as preparing a few orders for other customers. His hair was tied back neatly, but it bobbed and swayed with the movements he made around the small kitchen. 

He spoke quietly as he worked to the curly-haired barista making an espresso and you wished you could have heard what they were saying. Sirius laughed at something the other worker said. They seemed like close friends and they both looked like they really enjoyed their jobs. 

It was cute, but you reminded yourself that analysing a cafe worker who spoke to you once was weird, so you returned your attention to the schoolwork around you. 

When Sirius came back, he placed a cup of tea on the table, just how you take it. He sat at the chair opposite you and placed a chocolate chip cookie right next to the teacup. 

“There you are, one tea, one chocolate biscuit.”

You started to push the extra plate away from you. “Oh, no, I’m sorry. I didn’t order this.”

“I know.” He said with a sweet smile. “It’s on the house.”

You pulled the treat back hesitantly, flattered nevertheless. “Really?”

“Yeah, of course. As long as you let me spend my break with you.” 

He was such a flirt, but it was working. 

“Sure.” You obliged him. “How long is your break?”

[illunicae]

I'm bored and don't have anything finished to publish yet, so I figured I'd introduce you to a Spidersona/Risesona of mine: Vesper Munroe. But using incorrect quotes...

Ves: Can I ask you another question? Donnie: Yeah! Ves: Of your three brothers– Donnie: I’m gonna stop you there. You have free-rein to ask me any question you want. Go ahead. Ves: Of your three brothers… who do you think is the better kisser? Donnie: I take back exa–like what I just said–I take THAT back

Ves: I wouldn’t wish that upon my worst enemy! Ves: Unless of course. We’re talking about my enemy, Kendra. Fuck you Kendra, you know what you did!

Mikey: So, are you two friends? Ves: Yes. Donnie: No.

Ves, texting Donnie: Donnie! Help I’m being kidnapped Donnie: Where are you? Ves: I’m with some strange person. In a car. Help. Donnie: I’ll call Leo. Leo, answering his cell: Y’ello? Donnie: Where’s Ves? She texted me that she was being kidnapped. Leo: Ves? Whaddya mean, she’s right next to me- Leo: Leo: I’ll call you back. *hangs up* Leo: THE BLONDE HAIR ISN’T THAT BAD! Ves: WHO ARE YOU?!

Ves: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Donnie: Wasn't Leo with you? Leo: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

Ves: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night. Leo: You were flirting with Donnie. Ves: So what? He’s my boyfriend. Leo: You asked him if he was single. Ves: Leo: And then you cried when he said he wasn't.

Ves: If Leo and I were drowning, who would you save? Donnie: You two can’t swim? Leo: It’s a hypothetical question, Don! Who would you save? Donnie: my time and effort.

Mikey: How petty can you get? Ves: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Ves: You lying, cheating, piece of shit! Donnie: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD Ves: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING SHELDON WITH ME Raph, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

Raph: You need to stop doing weird things. Try going out sometime. Ves: I went to the park today. Raph: There you go, I hope you got something from that. Ves, opening her jacket: Yeah, this squirrel.

Leo: Donnie won’t come out of the lab. Ves: Just tell him I said something Leo: Like what? Ves: anything factually incorrect A few minutes later Donnie: DID YOU SAY THE SUN IS A FUCKING PLANET??!!

*the Squad at Disneyland, in the teacups* April, Mikey, and Raph: *spinning a little and talking* Donnie, Ves, and Leo: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

Store Worker: Would a Ms. Vesper Munroe please come to the front desk? Ves, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem? Store Worker, points to Donnie and Leo: I believe they belong to you? Donnie and Leo, simultaneously: We got lost :( Ves: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

April: Why are Ves and Donnie sitting with their backs to each other? Leo: They had a fight. April: Then why are they holding hands? Leo: They get sad when they fight.

Ves: I love you. Donnie: How many people have you said that to? Ves: Everyone. Donnie: What? Ves: I told everyone that I love you.

April: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses. Leo: This knife is actually a magic wand. Ves: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel. Donnie, cocks gun: Magic missile. Raph: What the fuck is wrong with you guys.

Donnie: Ugh, crushes are so dumb. Ves: I know. Whenever I’m near the person I like I just start acting stupid. Donnie: But you’re always acting stupid? Ves: ... Ves: Yeah, don’t think about that too hard.

Hopefully you enjoyed and maybe we'll see more of Vesper in some later projects.