#vee watches the World Cup

[thefact0rygirl]

Y’all

Mexico’s World Cup roster is tragic

I’m crying

#like on one hand I’m sad because wow way to go tata #but on the other hand it means Poland has a chance to move past the group stage 🥲 #I’m conflicted #I’m polish and my partner is Mexican #the 22nd is going to be TENSE #vee watches the World Cup #gonna try to use that tag so if anyone wants to block

[helluvapoison]

Okay okay I think I got it!!

Imagine the Vees entering like a side room or something and finding cannibal! Reader (literally) tearing into some random person that was caught snooping around by them (reader). How would they react do you think?

No pressure to write this if you don't want too. Love your writing, your recent Zestial one was so cute!!!

-Cannibal Anon :))

Nice To Eat You

[i]

The Vees x Cannibal!Reader

warning: suggestive and dark themes ahead, blood and gore, violence, security shenanigans and, hello, cannibalism

Admittedly, you’d gotten rather careless with your beloved around. Who can blame you when they make you feel on top of the world? With you at their side they felt a bit untouchable too. More so than usual. However someone had broken into their dressing room and wrote something foul on the mirror. You saw red. This wouldn’t happen again.

Cannibals were rather good at sniffing out something rotten.

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˚✧₊⁎ Velvette ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Witnessing crocs make a comeback in Hell was the worst sight she’s seen to date

• Blood doesn’t particularly bother her, though she hates the mess of it all

• Despite the jokes shared between the two of you, it was sort of unspoken that you would keep your dietary habits away from your girlfriend

• She couldn’t help the gasp when she looked up from her phone, seeing blood spilling from your mouth

• You stiffened, matching her wide eyed expression

• Fuck, you never wanted her to see you like this

• Whipping around, you spat out the flesh and began furiously wiping your face with your sleeve

• “Stop!” Velvette shouts, daring to rush over and grab your shoulder

• Suppressing a flinch, you freeze at her command but refuse to face her

• “Who’s this then?”

• Your reply is bitter like the taste on your tongue, “The rat.”

• “Good.” You feel her grip on your shoulder tighten, “Make Joanne clean up when you're done. Oh, and dollface? Brush your teeth before you come find me, yeah?”

˚✧₊⁎ Vox ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• He thought he meant it when he said he wouldn’t be grossed out by your food selection

• Though the meal was the same, seeing your entire front drenched in blood, red dripping down your chin was entirely different from date nights with fancy ambience and classy decor

• Shaking his head from side to side, he dials the shock out of his system and forces on a passive expression

• You two have already come so far! He can’t have his date mate tiptoeing around him now

• “Do I need a new assistant?” Vox asks, feigning a disinterested tone

• Your own surprise dilutes slowly, you were so sure Vox was bluffing when he said he could handle this

• He’s rather proud of himself that he was convincing enough to fool you

• “No. S’the bastard who wrote on your mirror.”

• “Excellent! Feed what’s left to Vark, let’s clean you up and go celebrate! Wash that shitty sinner taste out of your mouth with some wine, hm?”

˚✧₊⁎ Valentino ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Unbothered by blood, he likes making you dish out his punishments while he sits back and watches

• “Dinner and a show,” He’ll joke, “Like killing two birds with one stone!”

• As sadistic as he is, Val doesn’t have the patience to draw out torture

• If he wants results, he’ll get them immediately or kill someone in the process

• The two of you are similar in that regard or you would’ve brought the half eaten body to him when the sinner was still kicking and screaming

• Surprise hits his face when he opens the door and fades just as fast

• “Aw,” Val clicks his tongue, “You couldn’t have waited for me, monstruo? You know how much I like to see you eat.”

• You toss a bloodied grin in his direction, “Got hangry. This was the cynic that said your films were shit.”

• He chuckles darkly, leaning over to cup your face and wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb, “What do they think now?”

• “Nothin’ much.” You join his amusement with a breathy laugh

• Stretching your neck up to meet him halfway, Val kisses you right on the lips. His tongue briefly taking over your mouth, swiping away the copper taste and replacing it with his own

• “Come. Let’s get you in the bath, monstrou.”

• You quirk a brow at him, “A real one or a cat bath?”

• Laughing, Valentino taps your nose with an extra finger, “Dealer’s choice.”

~

╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ cannibal anon i love you!!! thanks again!!

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[0bticeo]

welcome to the show!

summary: vox sends you as a spy to the hazbin hotel. alastor decides to give him a show.

tw: voyeurism, biting, blood play, fingering, valentino mentioned. english isn't my mother tongue.

you're thrown in hell - quite literally. the fall from purgatory and its beasts was long, arduous, and painful.

you've led an ordinary life. woken up. worked. slept. repeatead. same old decaying matter as everything else. you didn't think too much of it, of course not. you were twenty something and rising slowly, steadily in your company as an esteemed lawyer. memento mori didn't ring a bell. maybe it should've.

now you're in hell, and you're burning with sheer, unbridled rage, because how dare they throw you in there? (you're all in hell for a reason. all of you, fangs and bad intentions bare to the world.)

you take up your old job at vox tech. lawyer for a corrupt company. old habits die harder than you do. there, there's the thrill of probing the opposing companies and sinking your fangs into them, corrupt little fox with a too wide smile on your face.

what you gather is this: velvette's sense of fashion involves too much purple, valentino is the embodiment of everything you hate and vox... vox is obsessed with the radio demon. he's disappeared not too long after being asked to join the vees. you'd know, you're the one who wrote the contract he refused to sign. bastard.

could've been fine, really. but they work you to the bone and treat you as little less than a glorified secretary. when valentino throws the cup of coffee you brought him to a board meeting with the other executives of the company, you slam the door on your way out and don't look back.

it goes like this: you've been in hell for a while, and you're done playing the part of the sinner. so you tell charlie morningstar when she greets you at the hazbin hotel.

she accepts you, welcomes you with, out of all things, a song. too much trouble for dear old you.

"nonsense! everyone deserves to be given their rightful importance!"

that one hit close home.

you don't have the time to thank her before she's introducing you to the staff and the rest of the hotel.

vaggie, staring you down with a suspicious eye, fingers itching to reach for her spear. ah. an angel. fascinating.

angel dust. you have to thank him for being here. after you murder him for calling you an enticing little vixen and winking at you.

husker. former overlord. sold his soul to the radio demon in a bad game of poker.

your hair stand at the back of your neck. static crackles in the air. your ear twitches. alastor's entered the game.

"alastor, it's a pleasure to meet you, quite the pleasure my dear!"

he brings your gloved hand to his lips. even through the thin leather, you can feel the warmth of his breath, the press of his teeth like a warning.

his grin deepens when you introduce yourself in turn. a glimmer of recognition flashes in his eye.

shit.

**

you've always liked to cook. there's something about the glimmering edge of a knife cutting thin slices of meat that appeases you. tonight, you crave some rabbit.

somewhere in the kitchen, the clock ticks the minutes away, time bleeding out. doesn't matter when you have eternity to atone for your sins. 

the watch at your wrist flashes. 2:37. of course, insomnia had to follow you down to hell. it served you at voxtech, back when you were pouring over contracts and meaningless paperwork.

you make your way towards the fridge, hoping to god you'll find something to satiate your appetite.

"ah, feeling peckish my dear?"

you startle.

alastor.

you turn, back facing the counter, resisting the urge to bare your fangs. there he is, slithering out of darkness, a spectre in red. you wonder if it's a reminder of the blood he's shed.

"what do you want?" you snarl.

he laughs, static buzzing in your ears. you blink. when your eyes open, he's inches away from your face, craning your neck towards him - he's tall, that fucker.

"why so aggressive, little vixen?"

his fingers dip down your shoulder, down your arm, until they close on your wrist. his teeth press against the bracelet of your watch, scraping the skin beneath, drawing a drop of blood. the screen glows, a faint blue light in the penumbra of the kitchen.

your breath catches in your throat. he's gorgeous, blue light draped over his hair like threads of moonlight.

he hums, the vibration settling low in your gut.

"i just want a little taste..."

you shiver at that. at the way he looks at you like he wants to devour you, consume you whole. at the way his tongue presses on the cut, lapping at the blood. you tense, biting back a soft, needy little sound.

his leg pushes your thighs apart. you don't realise you've been humping against the warmth of him until his hand settles on your hip, claws digging into your skin hard enough to draw blood.

"behave, little spy."

you laugh at that, baring your throat.

"was it really that obvious?"

he hums, clawed finger trailing down the column of your flesh, pressing against the jugular. he can feel your pulse, staccato little thing beating wildly as you look up at him, lips parted with want.

his smile stretches, impossibly wide.

"vox wouldn't have let his precious little lawyer go." his claws tap against your watch. "and i'd be a fool not to get a taste."

he kisses you. he kisses you, teeth nipping at your mouth until you can feel static against your tongue, until you arch your back against him. you whine, claws digging in his shirt, eager for more. of course, he pulls away. bastard.

"patience, my dear. all good things come to those who wait."

you scoff.

"because seven years and s'more weren't enough?"

a pause. his lips trail down your throat.

"i suppose that's fair."

he bites you, teeth sinking at the junction of your throat and shoulder. you keen, a breathless moan of his name as you feel him grind against you. you shouldn't let this happen. shouldn't revel in the warmth of him, body going limp in his grasp. shouldn't drag his hand towards your aching core, let him press his fingers against your slit and chuckle at how wet you are. you can't let him finger you on the kitchen's counter, can't mewl like a wanton whore.

you do.

you do, his name like a prayer on your lips, hips stuttering, desperate for release. you feel him against you, lapping at your flesh like a starved hound. when he lets you go, there's a spider-web thin string of blood connecting him to your shoulder.

the sight of him takes your breath away.

there he is, eyes half lidded, looking at you. there he is, blood, your blood, dripping down his lips, his chin.

he leans closer, watching you, the way your shiver at his every touch, as his free hand digs in the tender skin of your breast and sinks into the flesh.

oh.

something snaps in you - you're on fire, head thrown back in a silent cry of his name.

on your wrist, the watch flashes blue. alastor grasps your wrist in his hand, bringing it up. it's easy for vox to see you. you, disheveled, red fur a mess of sweat and blood, panting, cheek pressed against alastor's chest. you, nightgown hiked up to your hips. you, legs wrapped around alastor's waist, teeth sinking into the meat of his shoulder to muffle your moans as he drills his cock into you.

vox groans at the sight, pants growing too tight.

the radio demon smiles.

"hope you enjoyed the show, old pal!"

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[erodasfishtacos]

Okay hear me out mama tacos, Mlbrry is so tired and worn out after practice and when he comes back home late at night, Y/N is still up, waiting for him and in the mood and he's like not today, sweetheart, I'm so tired. And thens she's like okay then let's cuddle and he lays on top of her, hugging her, laying his head above her heart and she kisses the top of his head a few times and pecks him on the lips and then he kisses her back and it turns to a steamy make out sesh and they end up having sex and she's like, remind me again, who did not want to have sex and teasing him. I can't think of anything else im gone for him 😭😭😭

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-

YN had been in the mood all day, Harry had to be in the city early for a meeting with team over sponsorship and what not before he had to go play a home game.

The kids were all well behaved today, Easton and Cash had baseball practice, and earlier in the afternoon Ezra and Briar had at-home swim lessons.

They all went to bed easy, exhausted from a long day of fun activities, ending with watching a few minutes of the game on their television to see their dad before tucking in for the night.

YN isn’t all that tired, especially because all the kids were in bed by eight.

She took her time taking a hot lavender bubble bath, shaving, and moisturizing her body before laying ontop of their duvet to scroll through her phone in the dim light from a floor lamp in one of her husband’s shirts and underwear.

When she opens up Instagram, on the popular page, paparazzi pictures pop up from today and YN clicks on a slideshow.

She snorts out a laugh at his mismatched outfit and noticed that the floral tote he had on his shoulder was totally hers.

However, she pinches the picture to zoom in on his legs - they just look so pretty, lean and muscular, looking like they’re carved from marble.

He’s so fucking attractive and she notices 750,000 likes on the image from other people who think the same just gives her a sick satisfaction that’s her husband.

She rarely gets time to sit on her phone so time gets away from her, until the man who the internet is fangirling over is standing in the doorway.

His messy curls are damp like he showered right after the game and left before barely drying off, he is already shucking off his hoodie and shirt, revealing his rippling stomach and the vee teasing into the front of his shorts.

“Hi mama,” Harry rasps lowly, closing their door and trailing over to lean down to give her a kiss which she’s already tilted her head up for, “Missed you and the babies.”

“Missed you more,” She replies, her hand wasting not time traveling from where she had cupped his jaw down his pecs and abdomen before dipping into his shorts.

Harry sighs against her mouth, his hand coming to wrap around her wrist and bring it back up to kiss the ring on her finger then her palm.

“Mama,” He rumbles in that slow drawl, like he has all the time in the world, tiredness seeping into his tone, “M’so exhausted, love. Don’t think I could get it up if I tried. I’ll give it to you in the morning, yeah?”

And even though YN felt a swoop of disappointment in being turned down because she was feeling so aroused and energetic, she understood and she never wanted her husband to feel bad for saying no when he didn’t want it.

“Sounds like a plan, come give me a cuddle then,” YN redirects, letting out an omph! of breath when he settles ontop of her, a heavy weight as his tummy moves slowly against her pelvis, his head tucked right against her breasts, “How was everything today?”

Harry rustles around until he’s comfortable, trying to displace his weight so it’s not overwhelming - moaning in pleasure when YN’s hands come up to scratch his scalp lightly.

“Mm, did I mention I missed you terribly?” Harry hums before he adds, “The sponsorship meeting was pretty cool. Gatorade offered me 3.2 million dollars to post three pictures on my Instagram of me drinking their new protein shakes during my workouts. Jeff told them to round it up to four and they had a deal. And they did.”

“It’s crazy how not that long ago we were sat in your frat, trying to figure out how we were going to afford the move to New York and our little baby. Now you’re just having millions thrown at you daily,” YN replies as she continues to scratch.

~~

“H, I just-“ YN shutters through a sob, trying to catch her breathe as she feels an anxiety attack coming on quick.

“Whoa, baby. Don’t cry, please,” Harry replies, startled by the onslaught of tears as he moves her from where she was sitting on his lap at his small desk to his bed, noise coming from all levels of the frat house.

“I don’t know how we’re going to do this. I don’t know how we’ll manage to move and support the baby,” YN wipes her eyes, anxious from them looking in his laptop at apartments in the city.

“I will always, always make sure the baby is supported,” Harry says firmly, his hand coming to cradle her blossoming bump.

“We twenty and twenty-one, picking up our whole lives, and adding a child to it,” She shakes her head, “What if we’re not good parents? We’re young and broke.”

“And we love each other,” Harry cuts in, “We love each other and we are going to love our baby more than anything else on this planet. Our age doesn’t define us as parents.”

“I’m scared,” YN whispers as he kisses her face with soft pecks, his hand massage the now taut skin of her bump.

“Never let anything bad happen to you or the baby,” Harry tells her, “I’m scared too but I know, for a fact, that you’re going to be an incredible mama. Let me worry about the rest.”

-

“We did it, baby. You’re now a rich housewife, all this money is ours,” Harry chuckles jokingly but pauses when YN tilts his chin up.

“I would love if you made a million dollars a day. I would love you if you make 10 dollars a day. I’m not proud because of money. I’m proud of your hard work for our family,” YN says sincerely and with an edge of firmness as she leans down to kiss his forehead.

“I-“ Harry chokes off because he doesn’t know what to say to sum up everything he’s feeling, “I love you and our babies, so fucking much. Would do whatever I needed to do to support you.”

“I know, baby,” YN agrees with a smile against his skin, he tilts his head up further until their lips meet once again - soft and unhurried.

It starts off quite romantic and innocent, short pecks before pulling back, only to be magnetically drawn together again.

Harry readjusts until he’s propped up a bit more, a hand coming to cup her jaw as they share short, delicate kisses.

It feels like it’s goes on forever, which is a good thing in this case scenario, the constant quiet smacking over their lips and shallow pants for air.

YN tries to keep it nonsexual but it’s really difficult when he’s keeps bringing her back in for more and more kisses - his lips raspberry red and puffy from their movements.

She feels it through his thin shorts when he hardens up, quickly and stone solid, perking up against her - he tries to ignore it but after YN tests the waters by licking at his tongue, he groans and grinds down into her center - only covered by flimsy cotton.

His skin is hot, like a space heater as he doesn’t let her up for air, his tongue pushing its way into her mouth - wriggling down until his cock is fitting right into her plush folds through the fabric, his head bumping at her clit.

There’s no deadline, no hurry as they grinds together, YN spreading open more and allow Harry’s lips to travel down her neck as he keeps a steady rhythm of grinding against her.

She doesn’t know what makes it so sexy but it just is when he bites at her nipples through her tee shirt, pulling them between his teeth before sucking the shirt material damp.

It made her want, crave his mouth on her nipples, feel the smooth laps of his tongue or harsh nips, anything.

“You’re everything I want,” Harry murmurs against her belly, rucking the shirt up to lick and suck at the plush she had, “Just want to be on you, every second of the day.”

“You’re teasing,” YN whines softly, eyes twinkling down at her husband who is thumbing at a line of stretch marks near her navel.

“M’not,” Harry dismisses with a shake of his head, his mouth slowly moves up her belly - goosebumps in their wake as he begins to lay kisses on the underside of her breasts.

She felt so wet that she had to be dripping onto the sheets, her chest was pounding, and her blood pressure was rising from the arousal of it all.

“Please, H,” YN finally gasps after his lips and tongue ghost their way around her cleavage, breath tickling over her nipples, his teeth grazing against the risen tender skin of her areola.

“Whassit?” He mumbles, mouth not moving from her skin, lost in whatever his exploration was of her body like he owned it - he did.

“Just need your mouth on ‘em,” She huffs, squirming her hips a little bit to get the point across to her husband.

“Sure baby,” Harry agrees distractedly, his lips moving to finally wrap around her peak and his hand coming up to roll and pinch the other one.

And he fucking tortures her with it.

She’s stuck between a figurative heaven and hell.

Heaven is the fact that he’s been showing attention to her chest for the last twenty minutes but hell because his hand doesn’t even move to touch her cunt.

When she tries to sneak her own hand down into the front of her panties, Harry frowns at her, and guides her hand back up, “S’not time for that. Just let me touch you, love on you.”

She could tell how tired he was by how lazy and unrushed his movements were but yet somehow focused at the same time.

Her tits were scattered with lovebites by the time he was done, her nipples sore with achingly good pleasure, and her core was a wet mess.

Harry during this whole time would intermittently rut his hips against her, to relieve a bit of friction before settling back down.

She needed more.

She was too wired to let him continue onslaught of teasing which she knew he would, especially when his hand finally moved fo her cunt to roll her clit through her underwear with no urgency.

“Wet f’me,” Harry rasps as he moves down to pet at her core through the fabric, bumping against her like he’s trying to get his fingers in, “Gonna let me tease this pretty cunt?”

That’s all she needs to her before she was knocking him off her and onto his back, his went easily because he was surprised by the sudden movement and let out a low, pleased laugh.

This was euphoric.

She has to return the teasing just a bit, she shimmies off his shorts and briefs, and he’s so hard it look painful, fuck he was big.

She ducks down, purposefully avoiding his cock as she sucks mean, harsh hickeys into his sensitive thighs which make him mewl in pained pleasure.

YN knew his hands were aching to wrap in her hair and guide her warm mouth to him but he resisted, clenching his fists in the sheets.

“Give me more, mama. Come on, be a good girl,” He goads instead in his most alluring, gravely tone - hips twitching impatiently.

“More?” YN smirks a bit wickedly, she moves to his balls, lapping gently at where they’re swollen and snug at his base but makes him audibly moan when she ducks down to trace her tongue down the sensitive skin and back to his hole.

“Fuckin’ Christ, how are you so fuckin’ hot? How’d I land you, baby,” Harry babbles, lifting his hips a bit so that YN can have better access to him and he’s now so so wired.

“M’gonna, doll. You’re gonna make me come, just please. M’gonna come for you,” Harry pants out desperately and she takes pity, wrap a hand around him and giving a few hard pumps before he comes, ropes decorating his stomach, “You’re perfect. Make me feel s’fucking good.”

“H,” YN whines as she sits back up, ready for her own release now.

“Of course, shush up. Know m’gonna get you off, sweet thing,” He titters, still out of breathe when he pushes her back and tugs off her underwear.

“Fuckin’ hell, look at her,” Harry breathes out in awe when he sees how wet her folds are with arousal, how pretty she spreads open like a flower, “S’pretty, darling.”

She was so sensitive, so puffy that it only takes a few directed licks to her clit and she was bearing down, moaning through her climax.

When Harry pops back up afterwards, a sleepy smile on his face, he swipes the hair off her forehead, and murmurs, “Baby, I’m actually so fuckin’ tired now. Will you wipe me down? Love of my life, y’know that?”

YN giggles, kissing his nose before shimmying off the bed, and padding to the bathroom to warm up a rag to wash off his belly.

By the time she washes herself off and brings the cloth out, he’s splayed out like a starfish, stark naked, and snoring.

YN grabs a clean pair of briefs and shimmies them onto his body which makes him grumble and whine as she disturbs his slumber after she wiped him clean.

Days like this. She wishes she could save and keep in a box for when they’re older, being so in love and so happy and young.

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[sapphicmumrik]

thinking about how Camila and Manny might have wanted more kids, but Manny's sickness took precedence and he might not have wanted to pass it on if it was hereditary

thinking about how Luz has a set of bunk beds not for sleepovers but the prospect of possibly having a younger sibling one day

thinking about how it much hurts for the both of them after losing Manny

thinking about how Camila wakes one morning to the sound of the Hexside kids squabbling over how best to prepare a human breakfast because she's done so much for them and they want to repay her

thinking about how Amity slowly begins to make her her tea the right way (bag in the mug) and Camila is appreciative that she makes her daughter so happy

thinking about how Willow grows such a beautiful vegetable garden to help buffer the grocery bills

thinking about how Gus brings out the geek in her that she squashed down to be a functional adult when he gets into her Cosmic Frontier boxes and she is so willing to answer his curious questions about the human world

thinking about how she has probably caught Hunter at the kitchen table late at night reading about the Witch Hunters of Gravesfield because he doesn't want to disturb Gus and makes him a cup of hot chocolate, Dominican style, and sits with him to keep him company

trusting Vee to take care of things in the human world!!!!

thinking about Camila stepping into the demon world and is so ready to hunt down this crusty old puritan witch hunter but first she needs to meet the woman that has taken care of her daughter for the last few months. the woman who probably knows Luz better than she does because she's not (technically) her mother

thinking about Alador and Willow and Gus' dads thanking her for taking care of their children

thinking about Camila watching Hunter reunite with Darius and talking with him over tea about housing arrangements because she's adopted him and Darius looks at this human woman and sees strength that she undoubtedly passed onto her daughter

#emily.toh #the owl house #toh #toh spoilers #camila noceda #thanks to them thoughts

[katy-l1988]

Chapter V: The Vee’s

The light filtered through the half-open curtains of the living room, painting the wooden floor with reddish tones and filling the space with a warm glow. In the spacious armchair, Carmilla was reclined, a worried expression on her face. Her eyes reflected a mixture of discomfort and determination as she tried to stay calm in the face of the symptoms plaguing her. With a deep sigh, she took the tea Rosie had carefully prepared for her. The steaming cup rested between her trembling hands, emitting a comforting aroma that filled the room with its soothing fragrance. She clung to the hope that it would all be worth it in the end, that she wouldn't make the same mistakes this time.

Rosie watched Carmilla with tenderness, aware of all the dilemmas she faced, especially the challenges of the present moment. She had known Carmilla for centuries, and now she felt deeply concerned for the well-being of her dear friend. They had been through a lot together, although not everyone knew it, and Rosie had always been an unwavering pillar of support for Carmilla after Zestial.

"And how's everything going with Velvette?" Rosie asked softly, breaking the silence that had enveloped the room.

Carmilla let out a heavy sigh at Rosie's question, feeling the weight of concern accumulating on her shoulders. It was difficult to put into words the complexity of her feelings regarding Velvette, her daughter who now seemed distant and indifferent towards her.

"Ugh, that girl…she wants nothing to do with me," Carmilla confessed wearily, revealing the sadness she felt for the rift that had formed between them. "No! Now that I'm very old and it's unfair for her…"

"Wait, you...old?" Rosie continued with a chuckle, finding the situation somewhat ironic, considering that Carmilla was much older than her, and yet she looked just as radiant as ever. "Well, maybe in centuries…but not in spirit!"

Her comment elicited a soft laugh from Carmilla, who couldn't help but chuckle as she tossed a pillow at Rosie in a playful gesture.

"Oh, you hush too!" Carmilla replied amidst laughter, enjoying that moment of lightness amidst her worries. "When you wrinkle up like a raisin, I'll be the one laughing."

"Don't worry, it'll be a long time before that happens," Rosie replied with a playful smile, showing confidence in her youth and vitality. "Ah, I just hope that young lady comes to her senses."

Meanwhile, Velvette had accompanied her father to a new building near the city, with two giant luminous Vs at the top. Araziel had told her he was going to discuss business with Vox, seeking to have the charismatic individual advertise their services. Vox, known for his ability to capture attention and his extravagant style, was a true showman. Always up-to-date on the latest trends and technologies, he had a magnetic personality that attracted many, including Velvette, who had been a fan of his shows since she was young.

On the other hand, Valentino, though less known to Velvette, was not unnoticed. With a smile always on his face, he exuded confidence and self-assurance. However, behind that facade of calmness lurked a volatile and manipulative character. With a life full of luxuries and surrounded by girls, he seemed like a carefree playboy, but in reality, he was someone with an explosive temper prone to resorting to violence to maintain control over others.

Although Velvette admired Vox, she couldn't help but feel cautious towards Valentino, whose unpredictable behavior aroused her distrust. Her mother had warned Velvette about him on more than one occasion. With a tone of concern in her voice, she had told her how that man dragged young people like her into a world of danger and bad decisions. Valentino approached Velvette with a radiant smile, his presence exuding confidence and a hint of arrogance that didn't go unnoticed. His eyes locked onto her with an intensity that made her feel uncomfortable, as if he were peering into her soul in search of secrets.

"You must be Araziel and Carmilla's offspring?" Valentino asked with a soft but suggestive tone.

Velvette nodded cautiously, not breaking eye contact with him. There was something in the way he looked at her that sent shivers down her spine, as if he were baring her soul with just a glance.

"I'm Velvette," she replied coldly, revealing little about herself.

Valentino smiled smugly, as if enjoying having her full attention.

"I must say, you have your mother's beauty, although not…her attributes."

Valentino's words made Velvette involuntarily tense. Though she tried to remain firm, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable about the inappropriate comment regarding her mother. Carmilla could be many things, but she didn't deserve to be the subject of lascivious comments from a demon like him.

"You should have more respect for my mother," Velvette replied firmly, her voice trembling slightly with suppressed emotion.

At that moment, Velvette watched as her father and Vox emerged from the office, engrossed in animated conversation. Araziel seemed to be in good spirits, which was a good sign. The atmosphere filled with the buzz of the city and the tinkling of cars passing by on the nearby street, creating a dynamic and vibrant atmosphere.

"Valentino, I hope you haven't scared off the lady," Vox turned towards her with a charming smile, his eyes sparkling with curiosity as he observed her.

Velvette felt momentarily overwhelmed by the attention she was receiving from Vox, but she forced herself to maintain composure. With her head held high, she looked at Vox, trying to show him that she wasn't easily intimidated.

"Don't worry, it's hard to be afraid of a skinny little punk," Velvette growled with disdain, baring her fangs.

"Hey, easy there, girlie!" Vox said kindly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You really do have your mother's spirit."

"Yeah, well," Araziel chuckled nervously. "Vel, I've been talking with Vox, and we've made a few deals for you to work with him."

Velvette couldn't contain her excitement, her eyes shining with emotion. The idea of working with Vox sparked a spark of excitement within her, momentarily eclipsing the conflict with Valentino.

"Now, tomorrow we'll send some people to bring your things to your new room."

The surprise on Velvette's face was evident upon hearing Valentino's words. The idea of working day and night was not exactly what she expected, let alone being asked out of the blue without discussing it with her father beforehand.

"Move in...here?" They all nodded.

Valentino chuckled, as if Velvette's reaction amused him.

"Don't worry, darling. If you don't feel up to it, we'll find someone else."

She wasn't a coward, so she accepted without fear of the risks. If she wanted to succeed, she had to sacrifice herself, just as Carmilla had done at one time. Perhaps that way, she could make her notice her again.

Velvette got into the limousine that glided through the bustling streets of the city, nervous about her mother's reaction. With each passing building, her heart beat a little faster, feeling the gravity of the decision she had already made. Upon arriving, Velvette stepped out of the limousine and headed towards the main entrance. The elevator seemed to move slowly as it ascended floor by floor, and Velvette took those moments to breathe, trying to calm the nerves that invaded her. When the elevator doors finally opened, Velvette found herself steps away from the apartment door. She took one last breath before putting the key in the lock.

When she entered, Velvette was greeted by Rosie, who welcomed her with a warm smile and a tight hug that lifted her off the ground. Velvette returned Rosie's hug, feeling comforted by her aunt's affection. However, her gaze shifted to the kitchen, where she saw her mother preparing something to eat. Despite the distance between them, Velvette still felt a lump in her throat at the sight of her mother.

"Oh Auntie, I have something to tell you. I got a job with the Vees!"

Rosie stepped back slightly, noticing the confused and annoyed expression on Carmilla's face, who was approaching them.

"What do you mean?" Carmilla asked, her tone of voice betraying her confusion.

Velvette tried to maintain a smile, although the tension in the room was palpable.

"Yes, I'll be working directly with Vox," Velvette explained, hoping her mother would understand her decision. "I'll pack my things to move tomorrow."

Carmilla stood in Velvette's way, blocking the entrance to her room, forcing a friendly smile as her mind raced. She knew Rosie was present and didn't want to worry her, but the mention of the Vees and their hormones put her in a very complex situation.

"Velvette, I understand you're excited, but working with the Vees…" Carmilla struggled to find the right words, wishing to convey her concern without sounding too authoritative. "They're not exactly the best company, and I've told you that more than once."

Velvette frowned, feeling frustrated by her mother's reaction. She didn't want Carmilla to ruin her chance to work with Vox, her idol.

"Dad agreed. Why not you?" Velvette insisted, seeking her mother's support.

"Your father agreed?"

"Yes, he's the one who got me the job in the first place. He listens to my dreams and has done the impossible to make them come true."

Velvette's words only increased Carmilla's distress. She couldn't believe Araziel had consented to this situation, jeopardizing her daughter's safety and well-being.

"Look, I'm not asking you what you want to do or not. You're not leaving this house," Carmilla declared firmly, getting up from the couch. "Rosie, give me the phone, I'm going to call those idiots and cancel this whole absurdity."

Velvette jumped up, alarmed by her mother's abrupt reaction. Carmilla pressed the numbers on the phone with trembling hands, her pulse racing with anger and concern. Velvette tried to take the phone away, desperate to stop her mother before she made the situation worse, but it was already too late.

"Carmilla, darling. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Listen up, flat screen! I don't give a damn about the deal Araziel made with you," Carmilla said firmly, her words filled with determination. "But if you go near my daughter, I assure you, you'll regret the day you set foot in hell."

On the other end of the line, Vox listened calmly to Carmilla's threats. Though he wasn't afraid, he knew it was best not to underestimate her. She was a powerful and dangerous woman when it came to protecting her own.

"Oh, Carmilla, always so dramatic," Vox responded in his usual mocking tone. "But don't worry, if you don't agree with giving her a stable job in my company, I won't give it to her."

Carmilla clenched her teeth with fury, restraining the urge to throw the phone against the wall.

"That's what I thought, zoquete," Carmilla replied coldly, and hung up.

"Why did you do that?" Velvette's eyes sparkled with disappointment, her dream shattered by a call.

"Love, you have to understand," Carmilla approached her, placing a hand on her face, noticing the tears on her cheeks. "This is for the best for you."

"Ugh!" Velvette pushed her away. "I hate you!"

The young girl unleashed a storm of pent-up resentment, releasing all the pain and frustration she had been holding onto for years.

"You're selfish, manipulative, and controlling! You don't care about anyone but yourself!" she yelled, her voice trembling with suppressed anger. "You're never here when I need you! You're always busy with your work or your problems, you don't even care how I feel!"

Carmilla felt as if a dagger pierced her heart with every word from her daughter. Tears began to well up in her eyes, but she fought to hold them back, refusing to show weakness in front of Velvette.

"Velvette, I…" Carmilla tried to speak, but she was interrupted by her daughter, whose words were like poisoned daggers.

"I don't want to hear you! I don't want anything to do with you anymore! You're a burden to me, a constant nuisance. I wish you weren't my mother!"

Rosie quickly intervened, trying to calm the situation before it got worse.

"Velvette, that was too much. You need to calm down," Rosie said, placing a comforting hand on Velvette's shoulder.

But the young girl was too enraged to listen. She pushed away abruptly, her gaze filled with contempt and resentment.

"Don't touch me! From now on, you're nothing to me!" Velvette yelled before running out of the room.

Carmilla intended to follow her, but as soon as she moved, the world seemed to spin around her as she fell to the ground, trying to steady herself on the table. Dizziness hit her hard, leaving her disoriented. Rosie, with the quick diligence of someone accustomed to dealing with crises, rushed to Carmilla, her hands skilled and firm as she helped her sit. Concern reflected in Rosie's eyes as she watched her friend, feeling the pain and anguish emanating from her.

"Milla, you're trembling…"

The older woman tried to speak, but the words stuck in her throat, drowned by tears and anguish. Her breathing was irregular, punctuated by silent sobs that shook her body. Her hands clung to Rosie's as if they were her only anchor in the midst of the emotional storm consuming her.

Rosie enveloped her in comforting arms, trying to offer solace amidst her pain. Carmilla closed her eyes tightly, as a sense of oppression gri

pped her chest with relentless force. Her ears buzzed with a deafening sound, and her heart pounded in her chest like a wild drum. Each beat resonated in her head, amplifying the sense of despair that enveloped her. Her muscles tensed involuntarily as her mind struggled to find a shred of peace. Every second was an eternity of suffering.

For Velvette, things weren't any better. The sound of objects breaking echoed in the room, each crash and clang reflecting the unleashed fury that consumed her. She was in a frenzy, with every object she threw to the ground, feeling a surge of adrenaline coursing through her body. Every piece of furniture, every ornament, became a target for her uncontrolled rage. She struggled to contain the scream threatening to escape her lips. Every memory, every painful thought, materialized in the wreckage lying at her feet. There was no logic in her actions, only a desperate need to release the pressure threatening to crush her under its overwhelming weight.

Soon, Velvette grabbed a large bag that was stored under her bed, selecting necessary items for her daily life. Clothes, toiletries, some mementos saved from her outburst; everything was thrown into the suitcase with desperate urgency. Finally, with the suitcase full and her heart even heavier, Velvette stopped in front of the entrance door.

Rosie struggled to hold Carmilla, whose face was pale, barely conscious. Velvette felt a pang of guilt and remorse deep within her. For a moment, the urge to run to them and beg for forgiveness flooded over her, but a glance at the key she left on the entry table stopped her in her tracks. She knew there was no turning back, that her decision was made and she would have to face the consequences. So she left the apartment, closing the door behind her as she headed to the elevator leading to the garage. Each step took her a little further from her old life, a little further from her family, a little further from everything she had known. From now on, she was no longer Velvette Carmine, she was just…Velvette.

"What are you doing here? I thought your mother didn't want you to come."

Velvette maintained her stance in front of Vox, resisting any hint of intimidation in his crimson eyes. Despite his relaxed appearance in pajamas, she knew there was something more behind that charming facade.

"My mother has no power over me. I want to work with you guys and show her that I'm capable of doing it on my own," Velvette replied, keeping determination in her voice despite the uncertainty that invaded her.

Vox observed her for a moment, evaluating her words with an enigmatic expression. Then, with a casual gesture, he opened the door wider and invited her inside.

"Well then. If you're determined, I'm not one to stop you. Come, I'll show you your room," Vox said, indicating for her to follow him into the penthouse's interior.

Velvette took a deep breath, trying to control the nerves that invaded her as she followed Vox through the elegant corridors of the luxurious apartment. She was determined to make this opportunity worthwhile, even if it meant facing her mother and everything she left behind.

#carmilla hazbin hotel #carmina carmine #fanfic #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin velvette #hazbinhotel #rosie hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #valentino hazbin hotel #the vees

[eupheme]

TILL THERE WAS YOU

[Stardew Valley] Harvey x F!Reader x Shane

Rated T - 1.1k

Tags: poly relationship (vee to implied triad), light angst, mentions of insecurity/anxiety, fluff, feelings, kisses

A/N: playing a lot of Stardew, and hating that I have to choose. So I decided not to - these are sweet ficlets about their evolving relationship throughout the seasons

In the beginning, Shane worries. Not about the new routine, or about making things work.

He worries that you’ll change your mind. That you’ll wake up one day and decide you don’t want him after all - and then where would he be?

The unease prickles at him today, his arms heavy as he leans against the wooden fence that surrounds the farm. Eyes unseeing as he looks out across the scenic autumnal landscape, the neat rows of crops against a splash of red and gold leaves.

Beets. Tall stalks of corn. Pumpkins, orange and ripe - their vines long and curling.

Barely noticing when you step up besides him, your arm snaking under the worn hoodie. Wrapping around his waist as you press yourself close, your chin resting on his shoulder.

Seeing more than he does - seeing the fruits of your labor. Hand-dug and tended for with your own hands. Helped and supported by the two people you care for most in the world.

“Just look at this place. It’s better than I ever could’ve dreamed.” Your sigh is soft, content. Face tilting up to press your lips against his jaw, “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

His own face turning, thankful for the distraction as he dips down to kiss you. Eyes catching movement on the porch when he pulls back, where Harvey sits reading on the sturdy wooden bench they built together.

Where he watches, a small smile tugging at his lips before his eyes drop, attention turning back to his book.

Looking like he belongs there.

And Shane thinks - maybe he does, too.

Harvey falls first.

It’s slow, creeping up on him - just like it had when he fell for for you.

Thinking back, he can pinpoint the feelings taking root during an evening in winter. Shouldering the door open after an exhausting day at the office. Sick patient after patient, the paperwork building - it’s long after dark by the time he leaves.

Absolutely freezing by the time he gets to the Farm, his feet feeling like ice in his boots. He’s glad you insisted he wear them - anticipating the thin coat of snow that crunches with his steps.

You’re sighing in relief when he walks in the door, a gust of wind swirling behind. Shane shoots him a smile as the door closes, a real one. Crinkled eyes, and a brief flash of teeth. Pressing a hot cup of coffee into his hand, and it may be the best sight he’s even seen. Warmth blooming in his chest, and he hasn’t even taken a drink yet.

“There you are, we were getting worried. Welcome home, Doc.”

And he is, he realizes.

Home.

But it’s Shane that makes the first move.

It’s a bright, spring morning - the sun already shining, the first buds of the strawberries starting to push through the earth. He’s coming in from checking on the chickens, eager to see how the new incubator they purchased was working out.

His smile warm and slow when he sees the two of you eating at the kitchen table, a spot already set for him. Eggs over-easy, homemade bread, smeared with fresh preserves. In that moment, it feels like a meal fit for a king.

Walking over to the space between your two chairs, leaning down with a, “Hi, honey.”

Pressing an appreciative kiss to your cheek as you grin up at him. And he’s in a good mood - his own smile growing broader, so he turns.

Repeating the same phrase, the same gesture.

“Hi, honey.” His lips dip to peck a teasing, feather-light kiss against the curve of Harvey’s cheekbone.

Harvey goes stiff with surprise, and there’s the slightest pause before Shane hears the soft “hi” breathed out in response. Flowers sprouting in his own chest, at the pink that blossoms over the other’s man ears, his cheeks.

And next time - he thinks he’ll aim for Harvey’s mouth.

It’s a culmination of things. The sudden, overnight storm that knocked the edge of your fence loose - the rails lying scattered on the ground. The summer heat, how your clothes cling to your skin the second you leave the house. Your patch of blueberries - the leaves browned and crisped from the sun, the berries still small and hard.

All coming together, morphing into a feeling of defeat. It’s too much. You feel like a failure, a cheap imitation.

What had made did think you could just move away from the city and play farmer?

A weight settles in your chest as you curl on your bed, barely registering the door that creaks open. A head, poking through the opening - wondering where you were, why it’s so dark so late in the afternoon.

Shane has been there before. Curled on the bed, limbs heavy. But he’s rarely here - looking in, trying to remember all the things you murmur to him.

He checks his watch for the time. And then he’s easing the door closed, reaching for his phone.

Bringing it to his ear as it rings.

Harvey would know what to do. He always did.

Shane is speaking the second he hears the tinny “hello?” on the other end of the line.

“Hey, man. Are you heading home soon? She’s uh-”

He struggles to find the words - Harvey’s voice sharp, worried, in response, “Is she hurt? Are you?”

“No,” Shane clarifies, “She’s just having a pretty bad day. I think she needs you.”

There’s a sigh of relief on the other end, his voice gentle, “It sounds like she needs you.”

“But I-“ He’s protesting. He’s not good with words. Never had been, that’s why he called Harvey.

“You can do it. Just be with her. I’m leaving now, and I’ll bring home dinner, okay?”

Just be with her. He can do that.

“Yeah. Thanks Harv.”

Nudging the door open again, shedding his jacket as he lifts the covers, sliding in behind you. You turn, pressing yourself into him, his hand soothing as it strokes carefully down your back.

Murmuring soft comforts, stumbling over them. Reminding you how hard you’ve worked, how much you’ve done, until your tears eventually stop.

Slipping into a comfortable silence, until the front door creaks open. Until there’s the sound of another jacket being shed, until the bed dips with Harvey’s weight.

Arms wrapping around you, until you’re sandwiched right in the middle. Your shaky breath turning into a soft, embarrassed huff of laughter.

“I’m sorry. I was just feeling so overwhelmed.” Your hands find theirs, bringing them to your mouth so you can press a kiss to the back of each one, “Thank you for taking care of me. I love you both so much.”

Their answers come easy, naturally.

Spoken together, almost as if from the same breath.

“We love you, too.”

part ii here!

#still working on other fics but wanted to get these written down 💕 #sdv harvey x reader #sdv shane x reader #sdv x reader #sdv bachelors x reader #Harvey x reader x Shane #stardew valley headcanons #sdv harvey #sdv shane #stardew valley

[veepll111]

Self-care ideas

Hey, cuties♡ Today I'll be sharing some self-care tips to help us relax in the summer!

Read magazines

I love picking up magazines from Barnes and Noble and reading them. I love J14, girls world, and, cosmopolitan!

Read online articles

I love reading teen vogue and seventeen newsletters on my laptop, with a cup of coffee୨୧

Facemasks

skincare

Make a warm drink

like coffee, tea, or hot cocoa

watch a comfort show/movie

a few of my faves are gossip girl, America's next top model, gilmore girls, and dance moms.

Read

I love reading! You can check out my fave books list from a few posts back.

take a bath

paint nails

light a candle

that's all cuties, till next time ;)

xoxo,Vee 💋

#y2k #girl blogger #gossip girl #pretty little liars #manifesting #coquette #pink pilates princess #self care #self improvement #2000s internet #2000s web diary

[darkcrowprincess]

Lunter: I'm so tired of being lonely

I still have some love to give

Won't you show me that you really care?

@mokstagger

A Lunter scene from my twilight au using these lyrics

Luz settled near the doorway and watches her husband play the old black piano(it was certainly more preferable than the near by bitch fest happening between two very angry female vampires). Hunter was being his usual grumpy vampire self, and hiding from the family(mainly from Boscha and her, in Hunter's words "most idiotic" decision of her choice in mate). When Hunter was hiding, she could usually find him doing two things, at his sewing machine making something. Or at his piano and putting all his frustration into playing the keys passionately. Out of the two, she loved him playing the piano. It was beautiful how he lost himself fully in the music.

This room was his beautiful sanctuary from the family and outside world. A beautiful music room with a full glass window gazing out into the mysterious yet romantic forest of Gravesfield. It was such a sight, him playing the piano with the green woods as the backdrop. Looking like a otherworldly elf prince of the forest, instead of a creature of the night. 'So serious, yet so lovely' Luz thinks dazed.

She tiptoes gracefully behind him, the music fully drowing out Vee and Boscha loud argument in the other room (Vee has an even worse opinion about Boscha 'dating' the human she saved). He pays no attention to her, playing a song with his eyes closed. She hugs his neck from behind and sings along the lyrics to the piano music.

"I'm so tired of being lonely.

I still have some love to give.

Won't you show me that you really care?"

Hunter finally smiles but continues to play. Luz kisses his ear. She sings along till he finally gets to the last verse. When his fingers still their dance, he opens his eyes, his red wine vampire eyes. Luz sits next to him on the piano bench, and cuddles into his warmth. Without even having to think about it, he cuddles her back. "I haven't heard Handle with Care by the Traveling Wilburys in a long, long time." Luz winks at him. "What got you into an 80s mood?" Hunter hums. As if contemplating how to speak his thoughts out loud. 'That's one of the perks of being married so long' thought Luz as she stares at Hunter, 'You eventually can read the so easily.'

They are interrupted by more loud yelling, and a window breaking. Luz tisks, " Mama wont like that. Vee breaking another one of our windows." Hunter sighs, " Can you blame her though? A human! A human Luz! What is Boscha thinking?!" Luz cups Hunter worried face, kissing his adorable widows peak and stress lines between. "Boscha fell in love, and we can't judge her for that. Besides, technically my dear sweet husband. Your human too." Hunter scoffs at Luz's words, but keeps hugging her, "Only half. Besides I feel more vampire than human 90% of the time."

"Still Boscha is entitled to make her own choices. She is older than us." As Luz's say this something breaks again, and they can hear a loud angry, "YOU BITCH!" that sounds like Boscha. Luz rolls her eyes, "Even though she doesn't really act like it." Hunter just smiles at her. Hunter goes to kiss her softly. Luz kisses him back and for a few seconds they both get lost in the kiss. They forget. Forget about humans and vampires, forget about family members having a bitch fest with each other. They get lost in the press of soft lips, nips of sharp fangs, warmth and love. This is their safe haven, in their dark world of vampires.

Hunter mumbles in between kisses distracted," You know why I picked this song?" Luz doesn't answer, clearly she needs to up her game in kisses if her husband is still coherent to even ask questions. She fully kisses him, tongue going deep into his mouth for a bit. Being a vampire heightens everything. Which fortunately includes sexual tension. Hunter however unfortunately breaks the kiss, his hands cupping her face to stop her from moving back in to continue. Luz pouts playfully at this.

Hunter( after taking a deep calm breath with eyes closed to clear his head of his wife intoxicating affection) looks at her with soft loved filled eyes, " Don't you remember? This song was playing in you room the first time we went." Luz eyes go wide and surprised at this. Thinking back she realizes he's right. Her eyes soon filled with tears of love. She hugs him tight and wraps her legs around his waist. She coos into his neck in between kisses and bites. Hunter taking this as his que picks his wife up and heads up to their room with vampire speed. They will certainly be busy for the next few hours. The last words Luz says to him before they fully make love to each other is his favorite words to hear in her language; "Te amo mi Cazador!"

*what Hunter's piano playing sounds like*

#the owl house #disney #lunter #huntceda #luz x hunter #goldenlight #yes i'm a lunter shipper #my writing #twilight au

[mychaotic-academia]

I’ve never posted any “about me” stuff so here’s some random me-based facts if anyone was curious!

I am 27 going on 28 (my birthday is October 21st)

I’m married to the love of my life, Vee, and she and I met when I was 18 and she was 21. I auditioned for her A Capella group in college and she fell in love instantly (the funny part is I was just thinking “I hope this girl lets me into her A Capella group” but I wasn’t far behind)

I have a cat named Bunny that I’m obsessed with. She’s a calico short hair and I do sometimes post pics! I tag them #Bunny

I work as a paraeducator in a high school, which basically means I help students with IEPs and such in classrooms. Right now I work in a classroom for students returning to school after school avoidance or hospitalizations. I love my job!

I’m in graduate school to get my Special Education degree so I can become a Special Ed teacher. I love being in classes again and I’m excited for the new step in my career!

I majored in Psychology in my Undergrad, and the 4 years I spent at University were amazing! I was originally going to be an adjustment counselor, but changed my mind.

I’m a creative person, and I write (poems, stories, novel length projects that never come to be), paint, play music, and sing. I sometimes post some of my creative content here too!

I’ve been a voracious reader since I was old enough to read. Before that my Dad read to me every night before bed. We kept that up through sometime in Middle School as we read all the Harry Potter novels, most as they were coming out (I’m old!)

I’m a pagan and a not quite professional but working on it psychic. I love doing readings for folks so ask away! I’m working on getting fluent enough to pick up a gig somewhere as a reader.

My parents are both writers. My mom has a published book of poetry and is published fairly widely for her poetry. My dad has self published two novels (he didn’t want to deal with getting a publishing deal but his books are good!)

I’m majorly into aesthetics and general awe. I see beauty everywhere and I’m constantly amazed by the world. My theory is that I’m a brand new soul and so everything is exciting to me, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

My old blog (if I follow you it is unfortunately still my “main”, nullnvoyd) was a BPD blog. I deleted everything and pretty much deactivated it as far as I could because it wasn’t helping. I’ve struggled with mental health since I was a kid, but am in a very good place right now, which feels amazing.

I was diagnosed with ADHD a couple of years ago and it has explained so much!

I live in Massachusetts and am watching the trees for any signs of leaves turning because it truly is a marvel to live in New England in the Fall.

I was born in Newfoundland Canada. My parents grew up there. In the early-mid 90s (when I was born) the fishery crashed and Newfoundland had unemployment of around 30+%. My dad got a job down here because he was, at the time, one of the few people who could do what he does with computers. I’m still only a Canadian citizen, mainly because its expensive to become a citizen in the US. I want to be a citizen for the next election though so I’ll have to prioritize it.

I used to own a crystal shop, but its down for now because I’m working and in school full time.

I was on Tumblr back in the day, when it was at the height of its popularity. I think it was 2011 or 2012 when I made my first account. Crazy how time flies once you leave public education and start getting older.

I love makeup and fashion, and I was self conscious about it for a long time because it didn’t feel like an “intellectual” pursuit, but that was completely a misconception. They are forms of art!

So thats a bit about me! Theres more, I’m sure, because people always contain untold multitudes, but those are what I could think of on half a cup of coffee on a Sunday morning.

#me #about me #about myself #dark academia #chaotic academia #academia #academia aesthetic #aesthetic #booklr #books #chaotic academic aesthetic #dark academic aesthetic #reading

[thefact0rygirl]

today's match has me so conflicted i don't even know what to do with myself

#my partner and i cant even look at each other #like ochoa my love #but robert my angel #vee watches the world cup

[spidervee]

VEE??? CONGRATS ON BEING PREGNANT??? have you always wanted kids?

Thanks darlin’ — going to go with the honest answer here and say “not really” but I’m super thrilled! More details below the cut because it’s personal and not everyone’s cup of tea to read about! Sorry for the length of this response, but your question is a loaded one and, if you’re a past follower from spidervee v.1 you know I’m sorta open to a fault haha🌻💛

I have always loved kids! I love being around them, I love watching them exist and learn and grow and interact with the world. But a few years ago, I was very firm in the idea that kids were not for me.

My husband and I had the talk before we were married and agreed that we could build a happy and fulfilling life sans children. I still believe that, to be honest. I’ve never wanted a child because I needed one to make me feel more complete, so the pressure was never there for it to be a be all and end all for me.

But over the last 2-3 years I found myself discovering that my disinclination toward having a baby was not a lack of wanting a child in my life, but a fear of pregnancy and how it would change my body. I’m an athlete and I love physical activity. I’ve also struggled with body image and disordered eating since I was a teenager. So my “ick” came from the idea of something growing inside me and never being “me” again

In the last year, I’ve been working with a therapist and psychiatrist who have really helped me navigate those feelings about my body. And I’ve been in some other personal situations that have made me realize I’d be a kickass mom.

SO. Husband and I went into the “trying” phase with an attitude of “hey, if it happens, awesome! We’ll be happy and content being amazing parents to our little human. if it doesn’t, we’ll still be happy and content being amazing humans ourselves”

Needless to say, it happened. Sooner than we thought it would! So yeah!

sorry again for the deets, but i feel it’s important to know that the path to motherhood looks different for every person and some people land on that path quite a long time after others 🌻

#personal #tw: pregnancy #tw: ed

[thewatercolours]

Chatter (Frostburn AU)

I'm too busy to write the narrative, so have a scene with Vee and Neese, dialogue only! It's a follow-up to my previous Frostburn scene. Imagined within the world of @goddessoftechnology's Frostburn AU.

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“Vee, you’re a perfect barbarian. It’s cruel not to tell me.”

“Mm, perfect, eh? Well, I’ll take a compliment when I can.”

“I warn you, if you don’t tell me, I’ll – I won’t let you get a wink of sleep! I’ll have you know I brought the bongos.”

“That’ll suit us both nicely. I mean to go out tonight. I don’t expect to be back till dawn-ish. You can get your practice in, and the other guests will probably join you, thumping on the walls and such. Maybe the landlord will even bang on the door. That should round out the percussion section.”

“Says you! I’m not the one punching a hole in the ceiling.”

“I’m not. There’s already a big rectangular hole here once you start chipping at it. I think there used to be a staircase to the attic here, and it looks like they simply boarded the hole up and plastered it over when they took it out.”

“And you’re warning me the landlord will be angry.”

“And it’s grateful I am that kind of thing bothers me less than it does you.”

“Where are you going that it will take you all night? And can – no. Wait. You’re getting me off track. Vee, you can’t just waltz in here after finally seeing the ice king and start taking apart the ceiling without a word about it. You did, didn’t you? Did you catch him?”

“You make me sound like a foxhunter, or a gold-digger. Yes, he finally cornered himself, and we got a few words in.”

“Is he literally made of ice?”

“Um, possibly. It’s surprisingly difficult to tell.”

“So not like we pictured him?”

“How precisely did “we” picture him?”

“Blue. Or transparent. Like a really masterful ice sculpture, I guess. But with fingerprints and a liver and a spine and things. Would you be able to see those through the ice? That would be a little disturbing. I guess they’d be made of ice too, so maybe it’d be harder to pick out ice organs encased in an ice body. Unless some of the ice was clearer and other parts were foggy or bubbly. I suppose you’d have a bubblier chunk of ice for the stomach. Acid and everything. Is this getting too disgusting? I guess we’re lucky storybooks usually make the ice blue so you can’t see through it. You don’t tend to see much blue ice in real life.”

“He’s a trifle blue, but not properly. The skin round his fingernails is blue – I noticed when he picked up his cup.”

“But he’s not an icicle with clothes on. I suppose he did have clothes? Or were they ice too? Could you see his liver?”

“A king with nothing on? The mind reels at the possibilities for unclever satire. Here, be a dear and hand me the crowbar. That’s it. No, I don’t think he is made of ice. He looks like an ordinary man, but frightfully pale, like an illness took all the blood out of him.   And somewhere just under the surface of his skin, there’s a slight bluishness. Sometimes it fades away, and sometimes it swells up in his cheeks, in his ears. Like a blush, but not rosy.”

“We could’ve guessed the king would be a blueblood.”

“Walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

“Did he breathe?”

“I didn’t notice. I assume so.”

“Do you think he liked you?”

“Yes, head-over-heels. Pulled out a ring and went down on one knee the moment he clapped eyes on me.”

“Oh my. Not really?”

“Obviously not really! Neese, what a complete goose you can be.”

“Well, he’s a king and you’re a princess – I just thought I’d better rule it out before we went on.”

“You’re a princess. You get proposed to on sight a lot, do you?”

“No. Except once. Actually, two men proposed to me at the same time, and I’d never seen either in my life. But they were sort of staggering and singing a bit, so perhaps that shouldn’t count.”

“I hope you said yes to at least one of them, just for the sake of watching the show when they fell out.”

“Well… I did think about it. And no, you’re not allowed to use this as blackmail.”

“You think that’s the worst I have on you?”

“You are not going to distract me again. Did you and he talk?”

“Not much, if it comes down to it. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, what with the contradictory rumours, but before I saw him, I didn’t believe all that about him having lost his mind to curse. But when I met him, he’d holed himself up in a room for two days, and hadn’t drunk anything, because he was avoiding me. And I wondered if maybe he had lost his mind, or part of it anyway. He got formal in a blunt sort of way, but I wasn’t exactly going to start talking diplomacy with him under the circumstances, now was I? I was afraid his blood would get stodgy while we talking and he’d keel over or something. So I insisted we go up and get some water. I suppose I embarrassed him into cooperating. I had meant to use the opportunity to talk on the way up, but – somehow we didn’t. He walked ahead of me and every few steps he would look over his shoulder at me. Absolutely no expression in his face. And when I saw that look, I just knew it would be no good to talk. So we just made our way up the stairs and corridors quietly. And when we were about to come out at the kitchen courtyard and we were in the shadow  of the arches, he finally spoke again.

“  ‘I don’t go out there,’ he said. All blank sounding. ‘I will go up to my rooms and ask my guard to fetch me water.’

“ ‘How do I know you will?’ I said. ‘When they say dehydration takes seven days to kill, that’s an average for a person who was drinking normally before. You could already be at a more dangerous point than you think, if it’s true you can’t feel it.’

“ And he said, ‘I assure you. I will drink water.’

“So I said, ‘You don’t’ have to go out there. Wait here.’ And like an idiot I turned my back to go to the pump in the middle of the yard. But he didn’t run. He just waited there in the shadow. The cup was chained to the pump, but I rinsed out my flask and filled it up, and brought it to him. And he drank in such a strange way I don’t know how to describe it. And Neese, I heard crackles when he drank. And his breath puffed like in winter. And he didn’t close his eyes or look away like a normal person does  when they drink – he just looked at me. But not like a man does when he’s trying to make some point by staring. Just looking at me for – I don’t know what reason. There wasn’t any emotion in it. Or I suppose  there was but. I don’t know.”

“You were flustered.”

“Only because he just didn’t behave anything like what I expected. He’s very afraid of something, I think, but oddly enough, in spite of all the running, I don’t think it’s me.”

“And then he left?”

“And then he left.”

“So… I suppose  you’re opening up the attic because of King Graham somehow.”

“How would that follow?”

“You’ve put your ambassador’s gown back on already, after you’d barely taken it off. You want to talk to him again because you think you wasted the opportunity this afternoon. And for some reason you think you need to sneak out of the inn instead off going the normal way, and you’ve already brilliantly figured out some way that going up there will make the sneaking out easier. How am I doing?”

“Annoyingly correct.”

“Why do you need to sneak out? Everyone knows you’ve been chasing him around the castle all week.”

“Leave me some secrets. This really isn’t your mission, Neese, and I’ve got to leave you some deniability when we get back home.”

“Okay. But If I don’t ask why we have to go out that way, can I sneak out with you?”

“Neese. No.”

“I already snuck out of Kolyma with you. Couldn’t I just sneak a little farther? I want to see the frozen king too.”

“No. This is a tiny kingdom. Word you’re with me will get out – and with the split as precarious as it is right now, it could be bad.”

“But you’re confident you won’t be seen. I know you. You never bother with anything you’re not confident about. And I am not spending this entire adventure stuck in a fusty little inn room. Besides, if you don’t let me come, I’ll tell the landlord what you did to his ceiling while you’re out.”

“You can’t use that as blackmail.”

“Ha! Just be glad I picked that one – I have far worse on you.”

“Fine.”

#In which the princesses fail the Bechdel test. #The fact it's dialogue only makes it read like the Gwendolyn/mirror interludes in Rippling Consequences #but it's unrelated #I'm just too busy/unmotivated to fill in the blanks. #frostburn au #king's quest #kings quest #king graham #valanice #princess vee #princess neese #fanfiction #fic #au

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting at my desk, in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day. Welcome to the working week although, for those of you in the NHS, welcome to just another day!

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” This proverb is adapted from a line in the play ‘The Mourning Bride’ by William Congreve, an English author of the late 17th and early 18th century. Actually, I’ve discovered an even more profound fury. Step forward Messrs Morgan and Clarkson, two of saddest misogynists you will ever find. Their dislike of Meghan is so intense, it’s almost as if she rejected them! Have you ever been rejected? I have! It sucks but I don’t have any negative feelings towards the people involved. Rejection is a part of life. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. These two men don’t just dislike her, they want to publicly humiliate her. They want to hurt her. If that’s not misogynism, I don’t know what it is. Again, we come back to the question: why are some men so intimidated and threatened by women? I suspect they are crippled by their own inadequacies.

At the Mi-Soul Christmas lunch, question mistress Janice Vee asked us for our same sex celebrity crush and was mystified as to why I don’t have one! Am I alone? Am I the only man that doesn’t have a celebrity man crush? If I had a celebrity man crush, wouldn’t I admit it? Me? The man that writes a confession every morning. No – God’s honest – I do not have a celebrity man crush.

For those of you that have got a punctured tyre thanks to a random nail or screw in the street, where do they come from? Serious question: where do they come from? Do they fall out of the back of workmen’s vans? Do they fall off cars and bikes? Or fall out of skips? I definitely feel that the council should sweep for blunt objects on the road. Punctured and/or flat tyres can be very dangerous (particularly on a dual carriageway or motorway!)

Yesterday was the 22nd anniversary of Kirsty MacColl’s death. On December 18th, 2000, she and her sons went diving at the Chankanaab reef, part of the National Marine Park of Cozumel, in a designated diving area that watercraft were restricted from entering. As the group was surfacing from a dive, a powerboat moving at high speed entered the restricted area. The powerboat involved in the collision was controlled by Guillermo González Nova, multimillionaire president of the Comercial Mexicana supermarket chain. He was never prosecuted and got an employee to take the blame. Rich people getting away with murder. Nothing changes.

Didn’t watch the final, don’t care about the tournament. We should erase that one from the record books. Somebody at FIFA received a lot of money from the Qatari government. Despite their human rights record, despite their intolerance of the gay community, the FIFA circus still rolled into town. Some of the refereeing decisions were very questionable but that was no surprise as the decision to stage the World Cup in Qatar was bloody strange. Bravo to the England team for continuing to take the knee!

Many thanks to everyone that listened to any part of the four-hour spectacular on Saturday afternoon, and many thanks to those that will listen to any part of it on Mixcloud. This coming Saturday: The Letter K (Pt. 4).

Have a marvellous and momentous Monday. I love you all.

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #new blog #lockdown #coronavirus #books #weekend #democracy #brexit #cronyism #election #christmas

[benefits1986]

Houston’s Robyn

“Will you stay or will you run away?” Let’s tweak it a bit to something like: Choose to stay and make your own runway. YES?

From Gary Vee to Whitney Houston: I Wanna Dance With Somebody real quick because when I rewatched his interview with Steven, he said that his feed looks like a fuckin’ sunshine. Yeah?  Been more intentional in my own Netflix time because 2023 has been filled with a good number of urgent life matters plus deadlines and pivots. Mother Dragon loved Whitney and Madonna, too. So, I’ve been a silent fan of her songs, too. [Perhaps, one of the things I noticed during her duet with Mariah Carey is how she seemed to bow down to the diva. I didn’t understand why she had to tone her totality down. So weird for a 12-year old, right? Or is it because I dislike Mariah to bits?]  As I love documentaries since my elem days (Nat Geo during Health and Science class is my go-to because we don’t have cable.), Whitney Houston: As I Am hit home... hard. The storytelling is not as biting as that of Anthony Bourdain. Both ended their lives but, Anthony’s stories are celebratory and poetic. Whitney’s story seemed too flawed to the point that she was shrunken to a victim of race, of gender, of religion and the list goes on.  As I was watching her 2021 documentary, I can’t help but see how her story can be made better. She deserves it, given that she shattered silos even when she had to bow down and bend over too many times to pay everyone’s bills. She had to carry her cross that she chose because stereotypes and archetypes sell. There’s something so painful when there reports said that the cause of her death is OD that led her to slip in her bath; her last one.  Perhaps, one of the things I didn’t like is the angle where Robyn seemed an anti-hero, a distraction, a major fault. I keep shaking my head because for a world where queers rule, why the hell do women like Whitney and Robyn be taboo. Why can Freddie Mercury and Elton John get away with brandishing their vibe? Why can’t Whitney do the same or something even better? Why not?  Fast forward to 2023... I Wanna Dance With Someboday biopic seems to be nowhere near how colorful Bohemian Rhapsody is. Both are trending; but, I hoped it could have been a level up. Storyline is really good; however, it seemed to be another story peppered with SORRY. It could have been more slanted to social activism. It could have fleshed out the monologues inside the characters especially Whitney and Robyn.  Don’t get me wrong. The female gaze is definitely my cup of tea. I don’t know much about the director who is a female. Perhaps, she wanted to tell her story as it is. Perhaps, she wanted to see how the world crucified not only Whitney but all her derivatives from then until now. Perhaps, she wanted this movie to be a wake up call to the universe of capital gain rooted on muting women and their innate power. 

Some takeaways in the 2021 documentary and I Wanna Dance With Somebody are:  1 The world celebrated her but, her universe, her hood, cancelled her out.  2 Health in all aspects is wealth. PERIOD.  3 While blood is thicker than water, choosing your friends, your circle, your significant other is your salvation or your crucifixion.  4 Don’t run after goals that are not aligned with who you really are. Keep your goal list closest to you and let it be your Polaris.  5 The noise DOES NOT matter even though it may sound like a trance, a paradise, a promise of forever.  6 OD will never numb the pain. Feeling the pain when you’re numb is probably the saddest story in this lifetime and even the next.   7 No matter how powerful your voice is, make sure that it is yours, not anybody else’s.   8 Beating The Beatles & Elvis Presley is one for the books; but, the true battle is staying true to who you are, especially when no one is watching.  9 The spotlight is blinding and binding. Beware. Be very, very aware.  10 The ladder? Fuck the ladder. Make your runway. Run, fall, walk on your runway. It’s not gonna be easy, but it’s the road ought tot be taken.  11 Being a woman is both a gift and a curse. Use it well. Use it to tell YOUR story. Do not be but a character in the story that is forced upon you.  12 Set boundaries as you break boundaries.  13 Fuck Disney princess mindset. Women are queens, leaders, and influencers. Stay in this lane; and bring in other women, too, while at it.  14 Ask for help. Ask hard questions. Be comfortable with embracing your vulnerability.  15 Get a good lawyer and a good account, too.  16 Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.  17 Diamonds, especially the biggest ones, are usually not forever. Buy yourself flowers and diamonds instead of waiting for them to be gifted to you. Better yet, burn them if you want to, if you need to.  18 Strangers can change your life. Keep traveling to keep the strangers and fresh perspectives coming.  19 You need time off the grid to stop feeding the greed.  20 Be loyal to no one but yourself. 21 “Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all.” 

Let this be the start of finding women who craft stories that are worth sharing. While I usually go back to the roads of Plato, Aristotle and Socrates’ derivatives, let this Gemini szn onward be for intentionally curating women who are unmuting themselves one message, one step at a time. 

[blank-slate-jay]

Hold On, For Us

(Eddie Brock/Venom x Male! Reader)

Tags: Smut (18+), Sex(Monster), Kissing, Fluff, and mention of drinking

Word Count: 3.5k

A/n: Was suppose to drop this a few days ago during New Years, but here it is now. Hope everyone enjoyed the holidays and their New Years celebration, heres a gift to you all!

Summary: Eddie, Venom, and Reader spend time together in a hotel after being on the run from the authorities for weeks.

Sparkling water and cups in hand, you placed the glass items onto the small table on the side of the bed before laying down next to Eddie. At a time like this you wanted to make yourself as comfortable as possible, you wanted the last couple of minutes of the year to be special. Although the past year has been a hell of a ride, you’re just glad things are more at peace for now.

With the Tv broadcasting the countdown for New Years at the end of the bed, you reach over to the table and pour a glass of soda, “Want some Eddie”, you asked.

“Yeah-yeah sure”. You handed him the full cup and poured yourself some too. Eddie took a sip and sighed, “Haven’t had this one in awhile”. 

“What, you mean the flavor”? 

Eddie hummed, “Yeah it’s pretty good.”

“Wrong”, Venom interrupted curving out of Eddie’s shoulders, “I’ll never understand the point of consuming that”. 

You laughed, “It’s just for special occasions, Vee. Wanna try some”?

“No thank you, I’ve already gotten enough from this guy. I hate the taste of soda, and alcohol too. You guys always buy those this time of year”!

Eddie eyebrows rose, “Hey we don’t drink that much, and even if I was the one drinking it, you’d complain about it tasting weird”.

You and Venom looked at each other for a moment, both recalling the embarrassment Eddie made himself out to be when he drank too much alcohol  last year and sang along to one of those holiday carols playing on the radio. The two of you couldn’t help but chuckle as Eddie watched in confusion. You tried hiding your amusement by drinking but that didn’t do you any favors. 

“What’s so funny,” Eddie turned to Venom. 

“No comment...”

Eddie then turned back to you, “Babe, what is he talking about”? 

You put your cup down and raised your hands up in surrender, refusing to speak further on the matter. “No comment either...”. A short pause overshadowed the conversation, as Eddie tried piecing together the secret you and Venom were holding. There wasn’t any connections he could make in his head about any time he’s drank too much, none that he could remember that is.

“So...,” Venom awkwardly began, “What are your resolutions for next year?”

“Finding a new home is mine, but I hope that’s everyone’s goal here”, you reply looking at Venom first.

“Aw but we want to travel and fight bad guys,” Venom whined. You knew how much it meant to Venom, wanting to be a hero and all, but living hotel to hotel wasn’t going to cut it. Especially with the little money you and Eddie had left, finding a new job and settling down somewhere was the ideal outcome. 

“Vee I know you'd love to let the world know your they’re Lethal Protector, but at the moment we’re going to have to put that on hold ok? When we’re in a better living situation we can kick that goal off for you, yeah?”

Venom sighed, defeated. He didn't like arguing with you and believed your words to be true, most of the time, “Ok (y/n) we’ll wait”.

You smiled, “Good. You on board with that Eddie?”

Taking a glance at the man, your eyes linked with him. His eyes squinting and the corner of his lips slightly upward. He took a sip from his cup, still locking eyes with you. “Mm delicious” he emphasizes, licking his lips almost like he had leftovers on his mouth. There was something mischievous yet playful about his behavior. Is Eddie the first person to get drunk off of sodas?

“You alright there”?

“I am, I am” he repeats, placing his cup on his side of the bed. He turns back to you, “So you want to know my New Years resolution”? You simply nodded. “Well-” he started before suddenly tickling your side. Jumping at the sudden touch, you gasp, giggling and shooing his hand away. “-you gotta tell me what Vee and you are keeping as a secret first”.

“No. Can. Do”, you retorted. If he wanted to be a tease, then so were you. Again he tickled you, this time going for your abdomen. You tried blocking his hand but his other one got your side for the second time.

As he inched closer to you, your reflex causes you to move away. Venom notices you’re about to fall off the bed, so Venom takes control of Eddie’s arms and pulls you close to them.

You catch your breath for a moment while Venom disappears back into Eddie’s body. The alien decides to save his scolding toward Eddie for later. The man nearly had you tumbling over the bed unintentionally, so now wasn’t the time to ruin the moment.

“Sorry…” he whispers to you, both chest to chest.

You shook your head, “There’s no need to be sorry Ed,” you assured him, rubbing his arms that was placed on your hips.

Eddie thought about responding by got lost in your eyes instead. He loved the color that surrounded your dilated pupils. Any other color just wouldn’t be as wonderful as yours. All your features became more mesmerizing to Eddie. Your hair, nose, and lips, everything just seemed perfect about you.

Now with his attention on your lips he leaned in and you followed suit, basking in each other’s taste. Kissing Eddie never got old cause the same butterflies surging in your stomach were still present. It got a moan out of you and Eddie smiled into the kiss as a result. The man couldn’t help himself, there was nothing more he enjoyed than getting a sound out of you. That only got him even more excited, thrilled, aroused.

The man turns, pushing you onto your back, with himself now on top of you with all his weight, he deepens the kiss even further, leaving no room to part. His big arms tucked comfortably under your shoulders, his legs entangling with yours and his tongue brushing up against yours, wanting to taste as much of you as he could. Could he read your mind cause you loved when he mounted you like this.

Savoring the flavor, your tongue’s danced in sync with one another, circling and overlapping in patterns so one doesn’t get overwhelmed by the other. The word ‘sweet’ came to mind. Was the sweetness a result of the sodas or was that just Eddie’s tenderness at play? It was bizarre how kissing a man can suddenly make you question you were already familiar with, as if you hadn’t made out with him before.

Eddie nibbles on the bottom of your lip for a moment, being the little tease he was, before beginning to plant kisses all over your face, leaving no traces of unmarked affection. Cheek, jaw, forehead, nose - the larger man went the extra mile to make you feel loved. The small tingles you’d get from his stubble rubbing up against your face was to die for. His gentle nature, contrasting with his large build, made being in his grasp incredibly pleasing.

He didn’t stop there, soon your neck was infested with the man’s love, soft bites and his tongue glossing over each mark he’d leave. You ran a hand through his hair to keep him inside your neck. Grasping tight enough to where he got the queue that you wanted him to stay there, to mark you, and claim you as his own. He was getting the better of you, and you were becoming more eager. You don’t know how much longer you can stand your shorts getting tighter in the front. The added weight and Eddie’s hips grinding up on you only intensified the feeling of, release.

A tendril then swerved out of Eddie’s back, shrinking itself down to nearly being paper thin. You were curious as to what Venom was up to. The alien never shied away from joining in on the action whenever he felt like it, so you watched as the nearly visible tendril squeezed itself between you and Eddie. ‘Odd’ you thought, what could the alien be up too? Usually he’d try being the one in control over Eddie, today however, the creature appears to have something else in mind.

Your curiosity was then met with an answer. A slimy, gooey sensation vibrated throughout your lower body. You felt that string tendril, run its way through your pants before wrapping itself neatly around your cock. The grip grew tighter, firm, and larger. Eddie hearing your whimpers, retreats from your neck. He could feel the growing tendril between the two of you, so he lifts himself off of you, keeping himself up on all fours. Eddie then looks down at your pants, you were rock solid and Venom was edging you.

“Eddie…”, you whined, wanting to get his attention. He looks back up at you, eyes now dark and driven by hunger. You gave a shaky nod, which Venom understood instantly. Eddie, either blinded by lust or too oblivious to your way of approval, simply relayed confusion - eyebrows risen and looking dumbfounded.

Venom explained to Eddie, “He wants us in him, Eddie.”

“Oh…”, he smirked, “You want me to -”. His sentence was interrupted by you pulling him down onto you, smashing lips together, much sloppier and rougher then before.

“…fuck you”, you finished into the kiss, “Yes. I want the both of you.” Eddie grasped the blanket underneath you, pushing himself back up on all fours, focusing on your expression that spoke more words than Eddie could come up with. With the gap between your bodies, you reached up to squeeze his nipple through his shirt, trying to get him as hard as possible. You could already see his raging erection in his shorts, pulsating in need to fill someone up, and you’d be where he’d let it all out in.

The man doesn’t waste any time descending towards your lower half, caressing your skin in the process before setting himself down right between your legs. Heating up from everything the two of you had done, Eddie removes his aloha shirt, tossing it aside, along with his undershirt as well. His muscles now on display, has you ogling his physique. You liked how nicely his broad shoulders complimented his wide biceps. He proceeds to trickle your pants and underwear down, flinging them in the same direction as his t-shirts. 

Venom’s tendrils, covering your entire cock, was joined by Eddie adding more pressure to see how close they could get you to the edge. Your groans began increasing in pitch and frequency, escalating your climax at a rapid pace. It felt like Eddie and Venom were just toying with you, if you hadn’t been holding your load from bursting, it would’ve came out by now. A bunches of teasers they were, especially Venom. For a creature with a stubborn attitude he sure knew how to please. You wondered if the alien picked it up from the times you and Eddie would be rolling around in bed, or if he was just a natural. 

“Fuck...I don’t...I don’t think I can hold it much longer,” you breathed, squinting your eye lids, trying to resist the urge to just let go. To let yourself spill into both Eddie and Venom’s grip. How glorious of a sight that’d be to behold, but you knew they had more in store for you, more that you wanted from them.

“Just a-little a longer, (y/n)”, Eddie huffed. He removes his hand, letting Venom take care of that part of your body while he caresses your inner thigh. The man traced his fingers over to your hole, drawing around the edges, sending your nerves straight to your mouth. You let out an elongated hum that couldn’t be muted even with the back of your own hand covering your mouth. “You like that”?

You nodded, “Mhm.”

“What do you want me to do? You want me to take you?” Eddie growled.

You let out a breath almost like you’d been holding one, “Yes...I do.”

Eddie couldn’t help but try putting a finger in you, before he could enter though, Venom had made his appearance behind Eddie’s shoulder. “No, I’ll handle that part, you...can do the deed”, Venom insisted turning to his gaze to you. The symbiote detaches itself from Eddie, running down his arms and entering into you through your hips. A chill ran up your spine, as you adjusted to Venom now being inside of you. No matter how many times he’s done this now, you still haven’t gotten use to him entering you. You’re honestly not sure how Eddie manages the sudden movements in your organs but you mentally you commend him for it. 

You feel yourself get pulled up against Eddie’s groin, “Much better”. The low rumbling of Venom voice felt immense, you could’ve swore the entire room was shaking because of it. “Relax and let us take care of you”, he comments sending another shiver, only this time where your hole was. You can feel Venom stretching you to fit Eddie’s size. Slow enough to where it didn’t hurt but faster than Eddie could take his shorts off. The creature had also removed your shirt in the process, commenting on your naked form. “Always keep your shirt off, (y/n). You look better without it”. The corner of your mouth rose through your heavy breathing. 

Eddie got himself comfortable, cock now in hand, stroking himself in preparation. “Is he treating you well’?

“He is”. 

“I am always treating you well! What a ridiculous question, tell that idiot you are ready now.”

“And we’re ready.”

Eddie nodded holding his cock up to line it up with your hole. He pressed the tip up against the entrance, ‘It’s wet’ he thought, just the way he likes it. Venom being the one responsible for the increase in moisture, only got him harder. He inserted his cock into your hole, moaning louder than you did. The texture of both your insides and Venom’s goo made Eddie’s eyes roll back in delight. “Fuck” he howled, slamming his fist into the mattress on either sides of your hip. 

The first thrust send you digging your head into the pillow underneath you. His deep hurl felt like it hit your stomach. He pulled back and in went the second one. You yelped in both pleasure and pain and all you could hear, drowning out your sounds, were Venom’s seductive muffling. 

“Oh my god...Eddie”, you look at him as he stares down at his own cock going in and out of you. You couldn’t see it but you feel the wetness dripping down your hole. Leaks of the alien’s substance escaping, streaming down to hit the mattress. Again, next thrust sends your head back into the pillow. The pain would spike up for a moment then wither away as the symbiotie soothed you're aching hole. The alien purred sweet nothings in your head to distract you from the overstimulation. Although it did bring comfort, to you, it felt like the added icing needed to intensify the flavor. Perhaps that was the alien’s goal.

You latched your hand onto Eddie’s arm while the other squeezed the bedding. The arch in your back heighten each time Eddie’s hip smacked up against your ass. The man hadn’t picked up speed, since he has yet to find your sweet spot. Whimpering underneath him, you beg for him to go faster. He looked at you to make sure it’s what you really wanted, “Please”, you mumbled, running your hand up his forearm. 

The request was something you slightly regretted for a moment, that is until it hit you. Just a small increase in speed was all Eddie needed to send goosebumps all over your skin. He finally hit the sweet spot. Your upper body loosened while your lower body tightens. Your eyes went blurry for a second as you fluttered them shut, at last...your orgasm. Small drips were leaking out of your cock, signs that you had nearly bursted. 

“There it is”, Eddie pants. The man grabs onto you, digging his fingers into your hips and plunging his cock further in. Now, he wasn’t going to be holding back. With your consent and knowing he’s hitting your orgasm, he goes all out. Harder, faster, and rougher. 

“I can’t...”, you moaned silently. 

“Yes you can. Hold on, just for us, love”.

You shook your head, more towards yourself rather than Venom, telling yourself to keep it steady...but how could you? Your body was practically screaming for you to let it happen, at the cost of your boyfriends not finishing before you. No shame in that in letting it out, except you wanted to enjoy the sex until it was over. 

You peaked through your eyelids, linking up with his gaze above you. The two were back at it, admiring each others attributes. As fuzzy as your vision was, thanks to your tears, you can make out the sweat along his hair line. Which explained his slightly damped hair. You smiled halfway through another moan.

“Whats...so damn...funny”, he asked, smirking, slowly his rhythmic motion down.

You giggled, “I don’t know”. You swear you were becoming dumber by each tap inside you. 

Eddie snorted, “Your so cute”.

You rebuttal, “Am I”? 

“Absolutely”, his pace was slow enough to give the two of you some time to breathe, it at the least gave your cock to settle, albeit it was also just sore as much as your hole. 

“I agree, you are damn cute, and hot, and wonderful, and everything else”!

You snicker, “Thanks Vee.”

“What’s he saying”, Eddie curiously asked.

“He’s just agreeing with YOU”, the last word came out loud, forgetting that Eddie could hit your spot at will. The man took a deep breath, ready to finish what you three had started. He shifts his position to get more comfortable and picks things right back up.

Your moans, starting escalating again, becoming more raucous to equally match Eddie’s relentless shoves. It began to get sloppier and the sounds of your drenched ass began to echoed throughout the entire room. 

Eddie’s voice rose through his teeth, you could tell that he was ready to come within a few more shoved. The man heaved your name over and over again. Using it as his pivoting point to fill you up. His chest, raising up and down, his nipples, hard as stone, it was surging up now. Like a harsh current, he got carried away instantly. There was no point in resisting at that point. His cock squirted load after the other, decreasing in mass each time. He tilted his head back, only allowing himself to hear your moan turn into slow breaths. 

When Eddie opened his eyes he looks down at you, it didn’t come as a surprise to see Venom’s tendrils back at your cock, stroking the last bit in you. 

“That’s right”, he growled, “Now cum for us.”

On command out came the rest of your cum, similarly to a volcano erupting, it oozed down your cock, joining with your pre-cum laid upon your stomach. A relieved sigh escaped your lips, “That felt so good.”

Eddie couldn’t agree more, the larger man lays back down onto you, sinking his face into the crook of your neck. He didn’t care that your cum would be on his stomach, the man was beyond drained. You wrapped your arm around his neck, with the little space between you and him, and began playing with his hair with one of your fingers. It was so quiet now, aside from the broadcast still playing in the background and Eddie’s flaring nostrils.

The tv then reminded you,“Still not gonna tell me about your resolution”?

Eddie responded, breath steaming into your neck, “Not until you and Vee tell me your little secret first.”

“Don’t tell him, he would be embarrassed”, Venom mentions.

“I’m going to have to pass on that one Ed”. 

“Welp, I guess you're stuck here until I get up.”

“Wait, what if I’m hungry, or need to use the restroom”, you complained.

“Too bad hun, consider this payback”. 

Venom nearly came out of you, ready to start an argument with him, “If you want up (y/n), just say the word, I’ll push him onto the floor.”

“Lets not do that”, you whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing, know what? I don't even wanna get up. It’s comfortable here anyway”, you say squeezing Eddie tighter.

“Good”, the tired man said, planting a kiss on your cheek, “I like it here as well.”

You smirked, letting slumber take its tool on you, followed by Eddie a few minutes later. The man was so tired he didn't even bother taking himself out of your hole. Venom being the only conscious mind decided to leave you two as is, only addition being wrapping his tendrils around you two. Even the alien couldn’t resist being apart of such a warm embrace.

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