#time to use the “a little birdy told me” as a tongue in cheek admittion of guilt later

[the-devil-less-known]

It's more fun than it probably should be, almost like a game. Stalking the Radio Demon. Lucifer flies between sconces and decorative vases on tables, using them to keep himself hidden when he thought necessary, trying to keep either well below or well above eye level. There wasn't a way for him to be certain of how attentive Alastor was to his surroundings this first time, so the utmost caution was key.

The minions, admittedly, freaked him out. What were they?? The little guys didn't even seem to notice him, even if they had incidentally invaded his hiding spot. The devil almost gave himself away, thinking Alastor knew he was there and sic'd them on his spy. In reality, he realized, it was likely something unrelated or he thought it was a rat. Lucifer didn't stick around to see what they were doing that first time.

Maybe when he wasn't so small or vulnerable next time.

He doesn't stay near enough to make out the music, using the faint sound as not only a marker for where his target was wandering to, but how close was too close. The ears twitching and rotating his only warning for near detection. It's thrilling and low risk, relatively. Having plausible deniability for what he was doing in the public halls of the hotel.

Same, however, could not be said for Alastor's personal room.

Lucifer hesitates, knowing where the deadend would lead, after such a long day. He could justify being snoopy during work hours, doing the duties of any employee that could be seen by anyone should they have wandered by at a chance moment... But behind closed doors, when the other thought he was alone...?

It's not a sinful murmur in his mind that tempts him; it's Lucifer's own voice in his thoughts that makes up the excuses he chose to use. This was entirely of his own Free Will to invade Alastor's privacy. To break that social contract. No matter how he tried to justify or excuse it, and the fallen angel knew that.

Even as he gives the tiniest flare of energy to teleport right above Alastor's head mid-flap, timing it with the sound of the door moving and the rustling of clothes, to hide out of the way in the room... Lucifer wrestles with that uncomfortable feeling of Knowing what he was doing was fundamentally Wrong.

The feeling only grows upon seeing that the room is a personal chamber, stacks of books and paper, personal affects, he Knows better. What levels would he stoop to next, rooting through Alastor's things?

Seeing bits of the book falling to the ground.... The answer is shamefully yes.

Just enough to use the cover later for reference sake from where he espied a section landed underneath the desk... But he would need to wait until Alastor was more thoroughly distracted ...which meant invading his space longer.... Fuck. He was regretting this so much right now—

Quite unlike the devil who had a generous amount of free time to do as he liked. Prior to actually coming over to the hotel, he would have been feeding into his neurosis concerning making the Perfect Gift for Charlie. However, now that there's an option to visit her on the regular, now that he's aware of what lengths she would go to accomplishing her dream, he had a new one to feed into: helicopter parenting.

That was half meant in jest; the other half showing when being drawn into conversation with Husk about what he had missed in the weeks since his last visit. More specifically what the Princess had gotten up to, since his, uh, attempts at calling were usually met with a comment that he should come over to see for himself. Or another bid at giving sinners a chance without preemptively condemning them.

Hardly illuminating.

Firstly, he narrowly missed running into his daughter before her and Vaggie (so he had heard correctly that other time? It wasn't Maggie??) had went out that veryyy early morning to the western most distinct that now laid destroyed.

Apparently, there had been the thought since no overlord currently had it under the jurisdiction, it would be easier to find those interested in trying anything new. Like redemption. It had also been a place that Sir Pentious had often visited when he had been living. More than one reason for it to be under Charlie's current radar... and one for him to stay until she comes back for the night, just to be certain that she does.

Second, there had been a bigger influx of people visiting the hotel for one reason or another. Not all stayed, some simply testing to see if they could take it over, but there had been three people that stayed for a short stint. Time would tell if they would come back to try in earnest or discover that they were truly unrepentant.

There's a muted thump out of his line of sight, a pointed ear twitching and perking up from what sounded like a cat landing a jump. Lucifer doesn't turn to see the cause, but instead uses not only Husker's facial expression (downward tilt of the mouth and briefly narrowed eyes) and a chance reflection on the metal canister being cleaned. It wasn't accurate, but he had a feeling that the person on the landing wasn't AngelDust, or the bar tender likely would have greeted the sinner on the landing. Bingo.

He waits, until Alastor moves on from not only from view, but for an extra few seconds more, before winking at Husk and turning into a small cockatiel. He fluffs up his feathers, yellow crest puffing up in mischief as he gives a little trill at Husker's unimpressed expression. Flapping up to do a little circle around the cat's head before flying away. There was no plan on starting anything— just some minor stalking was all...

And being a small bird has its advantages for that.

[kinsbin]

Chompers

Title: Chompers Word Count:  1869 Ship: Vy/Venom/Eddie Brock [Canon/Self Insert]

Summary: Vy and Eddie have to lay low for a while after an inevitably gory symbiote heist. This ends with Vy sharing, perhaps, a little too much about her opinion on symbiote teeth and just how...well...more than just pointy they are to her. Eddie is confused, but, Venom is happy to indulge her when he finds out.

Author’s Note: A writing comm for @hlkproductions! I was so honored and excited to write for them ahhh ;u; Ya’ll should check out their stuff if you can! Their insert is precious and the relationship between them and Venom was so much fun...I hope u enjoy

“Do you ever notice how big symbiote teeth are?”

Eddie couldn’t help but quirk an eyebrow at the girl across from him on the couch. Vy’s posture was comfortable to say the least, legs slung up on the coffee table while a bowl of chocolate drizzled popcorn rested on her stomach, head cradled in the palm of one hand while the other busied itself with shoveling the dessert snack between her lips. The two had chosen a day inside their split apartment, a night out with the symbiotes fighting a less than desirable crime syndicate resulting in a need to lay low until the coverage and hectic news feeds had blown over on them. Eddie gave it a couple of weeks to a month at most and, despite Jaws’ screaming in the dark precipice of her mind that an entire month inside was the stupidest thing in the world (we have to eat! In here you will only serve the little green trees and I will DIE) Vy couldn’t help but find some enjoyment out of it. A whole month or so off for the time being? It wasn’t so bad. Even when, like now, they were watching the news to follow the reports of their own symbiotes wreaking havoc in San Francisco.

The news was zoomed in on an image of Jaws and Venom side by side, each facing opposite directions in a way that made them look like a buddy cop duo in some sort of hit box office film about breaking the law and getting the girl. A real comedy movie, Eddie couldn’t help but think until Vy’s comment had broke their otherwise comfortable silence, leaving him to consider the words with great confusion before finding the energy to retort back with a hapless shrug in her direction.

“Yeah,” He stated in an ‘are you serious’ sort of voice while gesturing to her entire form, “Your symbiote is called Jaws. I kinda expected big teeth are a part of her ‘repertoire of attractive features’.

��He thinks we are attractive?’, Jaws echoed in the back of Vy’s mind, ‘I am glad to see his eyes are functional.’

“Great humble wording there, J,” Vy murmured to herself before focusing back on Eddie, whose postur did not change at the murmur though it did earn an curious stare. Both were used to having to take a moment to talk to their symbiotes privately, certainly, but not hearing what the other had said was less than ideal in a four-way communication breach. Clearing her throat through another bite of popcorn, she continued towards Eddie with a wave of her fingertips, “No no no, not just Jaws though. Like, okay, yeah she’s got a killer set of chompers on her for sure but-Venom too! Even fucking Riot-Did you notice while you were getting your ass kicked by him?”

“Hey!” Eddie huffed, “I kicked his ass just as bad in return thank-you very much. ‘Sides, I was a little too busy saving our asses to be particularly interested in his orthodontics.”

“You have no appreciation for the little things in life, Brock,” Vy pointed out with a smirk, “That’s why you’re the way you are.”

“What? Dashingly handsome and clever beyond what the human mind can comprehend?”

“I was going to say ‘a dick who is currently lounging in his boxers with a parasite wiggling in his stomach’ but sure if you’d rather think that’s how you look, you do you buddy.”

The snort that echoed from Eddie was near inhuman as he choked on the previous sip of coffee he had just been working on, forcing himself to sit up straight and attempt to eject the liquid from his lungs while Vy couldn’t hold back that cackling fit of laughter that broke from her own lips, covering her mouth to hide the grin of amusement while Jaws formed in a small, liquid lump on her shoulder. The screaming that echoed against Vy’s ears was enough to send her drums ringing while Jaws bemoaned the situation:

“Don’t kill him, fool! If we will kill one of them make sure it is Venom!! Eddie is the one who deserves to live.”

“He’s not dying!” Vy argued as the fit of wheezing laughter subsided, “He’s choking.”

“Can’t humans choke and die?”

“Sometimes but not always.”

Jaws shut her mouth for once, a soft ‘huh’ of awe exiting her mind and floating into Vy’s, as if the symbiote had not known that they were not a mutually exclusive action performed by human beings. She probably didn’t, Vy noted, considering each person Jaws DID choke usually died. Not from the choking part but from the ‘she held their necks so hard that they snapped in half’ part.

Eddie recovered, wiping at his mouth with his sweatshirt sleeve and pulling a face to the girl at his side. “What does it matter how big the symbiote’s teeth are, anyways? As long as they’re not aimed at us or innocent people, they’re just the teeth that-y’know- chomp up the bad guys.”

To this inquiry, Vy couldn’t help the softest flush of embarrassment coating her cheeks. It was barely visible, looking almost natural against her dyed hair, but Eddie observed it nonetheless. He made no comment on it, waiting instead to hear Vy’s point of few as she leaned back in the couch and ran a single hand through her hair, letting it rest on the back of her neck as she looked away with a huff.

“I guess,” She began with hesitant admittance, “I dunno, I think it’s pretty hot? Like imagine getting to touch at ‘em without having your arm bitten off. Or trying to kiss one with those big ass teeth almost biting YOUR face off and-”

She stopped, releasing both how deep she was beginning to fall down the sharp, pointy rabbit hole and how incredulous the look on Eddie’s face was throughout the explanation. “...What!?” Vy sat up with a glare while Eddie continued to stare in what could only be described as awed confusion, “You’re telling me you’ve SERIOUSLY never thought about it before.”

“Are YOU telling ME that you’ve thought about making out with a symbiote?” Eddie retorted quickly.

“I asked you a question first!”

“I asked you second!”

Vy frowned, chucking a handful of popcorn at Eddie and watching with satisfaction as he flinched from it, giving her a look that read ‘are you kidding me’ so clearly, even as the pieces of dessert fell between the couch cushions. Her face had escalated in redness, burning now a bright crimson against her skin as she prepared another handful of popcorn to weaponize against her roommate, Jaws’ bemoaning the loss of her sweet treat somewhere in the back corners of her mind. The hand was tossed. Eddie groaned.

“We have to vacuum this!”

“Like I care! Fuck off, Brock.”

Eddie prepared a retort, hand extended out in an effort to offer up a truce, when a voice spoke in the back of his mind, teasingly and soft. The man froze, eyes wide as he listened to the symbiote in his head. Vy, who was already reeling back another handful of popcorn, froze as well and watched with wide eyes as the two of them began to discuss something in the recesses of the host’s mind.

“You want to what?” Eddie tilted his head in awe at something Venom said, “No, I’m not doing that! ...Because it’s weird! ...Okay, look, I know this was something we considered before but-HEY NO WAIT FUCKING-”

In moments a darkness overcame him. Liquid limbs of black and white commingled together, swirling in a miasma of darkness until Eddie was swallowed whole by it. His face disappeared. His limbs were eaten by larger ones as he drowned in the activation of his symbiote. Vy watched, swallowing a lump in her throat as Venom sat up in Eddie’s place, his hulking form making the couch creak with strain. There was silence for a long moment as Venom adjusted to his surroundings, tilting his head to examine Vy, his tongue snaking out to lick his lips along his sharp...very prominent...very white teeth. Another blush warmed her face.

“Ah,” Jaws echoed meekly in Vy’s mind, “It’s the bitch. He is here.”

Vy rolled her eyes at her symbiote’s words, startling back into reality when she felt a strong grip on her wrist. The hand still holding the popcorn was brought forward, Venom bringing her closer and closer to him until she was forced to practically lay on top of him. He tilted his head and grinned, large and amused, at the death grip she seemed to have on the food. “Ah,” Venom echoed almost playfully, “You’ve brought us...a snack.”

His tongue lolled out from his lips again, extending slowly towards Vy’s hand. Vy watched, mesmerized, as he wrapped the appendage once...twice...around her wrist and gently used the tip to pry her hand open, releasing it from his swirling grip in favor of lapping up each piece of drizzled popcorn from her palm. His tongue coated her limb in saliva, licking greedily between each finger before bringing the whole thing towards his mouth. Vy held her breath, an audible inhale echoing against the otherwise half-quiet living room, as her hand was brought into Venom’s maw.

His teeth grazed at the ends of her fingers, biting lightly enough to be teasing but not hard enough to do any damage, and dragging them down the entirety of her digits. She felt the tips just prick the ends of her fingers, leaving a half pleasant sting before being apologetically coated with saliva from another sweet lick from his tongue, and pulled out of his mouth. She had no words outside of a shudder, goosebumps appearing on her arms despite the room being utterly too hot for her liking. If it were not for the fact that his free arm was wound tightly against her waist, she would have fallen backwards in overstimulated shock.

“A little birdie has told us,” Venom spoke by elongated each of his words, sitting up and shifting his weight so that, ever so slowly, he towered over Vy with a curious tilt of his head, “That you find our teeth...enjoyable.”

She shivered as she was caged under the massive symbiote, a smile daring to play itself on her lips as Venom purposely brought his face closer to hers, grinning to reveal a close up of the teeth in question as he continued:

“Is that what you want, little one? For us to use our teeth...our tongue...our mouth...all over your body?”

The teeth came closer now, nibbling on Vy’s collar bone in a way that made her arch her back in surprise, Venom’s hands reaching out to hold her down while his mouth did its work on her collar and neck, biting and licking up the soft marks with his tongue, tasting her flesh underneath the appendage as she gripped at his shoulders for purchase.

A chuckle, deep and rumbling in the pit of Venom’s chest, sent a vibration up Vy’s entire body as a hand touched at her stomach, sliding up her shirt as she gave a breathy ‘yes’ and a fast nod of her head.

“Then let us not waste time...I am sure that you taste DELICIOUS~.”