Spellman

Independent Ambrose Spellman from the Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. Mun and muse 21+. Penned by Corgi. Sideblog to anotherxpath

[witchmortician-a]

ruinofhumanity‌:

Iolai chuckled. “You don’t need to do any tempting, Ambrose.” She said, daring a small step closer to him. “What you need to do is provide some music. We can go from there.”

Ambrose grinned wider, producing the mp3 player he borrowed from his cousin from his pocket with a flourish. “Your wish is my command.” He pressed a button and music began to play from a speaker attached to it. Setting it on the grass, he held out a hand to the fae, still smiling, inviting her to dance with him.

[witchmortician-a]

sistersweird‌:

Dorcas groaned around him, sending a skittering of pleasure running up his spine. A second finger began to push into him, stretching him open. He gave a shuddering breath against Agatha’s throat, hips beginning to shift, fucking Dorcas’ face and pushing himself back into Prudence’s fingers. 

It had been a long time since he’d gotten such attention and, true to his word, it wasn’t much longer before he groaned against Agatha’s skin, hips stuttering as he spilled into Dorcas’ mouth, swearing lowly.

[witchmortician-a]

sistersweird‌:

Roughness wasn’t generally his style, but in that moment, he wanted nothing more than to give her anything and everything she wanted. He gripped tightly at her hips, pulling her down into each of his thrusts. After a moment, he licked his lips, supporting her weight as he shifted, getting her beneath him so he could really begin to pound into her. 

[witchmortician-a]

sistersweird‌:

She was right. 75 years locked up in that house, with so little company, so little excitement was torture for him. And he was greedy for every single thing he could get now that he was free. He moaned louder as she raked her nails down his chest. “Thank you, your majesty,” he panted, pulling her down on his overly sensative cock.

[witchmortician-a]

sistersweird‌:

He tensed, working to keep himself from pushing his ass back into Prudence’s hand as she worked one slender finger into him. “I will always be available for you ladies,” he purred to Agatha, voice still husky. 

Dorcas began to suck greedily at his cock. He swore softly, tugging on her hair, encouraging her to keep going. “Going to give me a bad reputation from making me cum too quickly,” he joked, his free hand coming up to curl around the back of Agatha’s neck before running his tongue along the scar across her throat.

[witchmortician-a]

sistersweird‌:

Ambrose swallowed, his eyes following Prudence as she slipped away and headed over to his bed.  She found the ube easily and pulled it out, slicking her fingers on it as she returned to her place just behind him. Anticipation tightened his stomach, but she didn’t leave him waiting long. Delicate fingers teased his ass. His hand tightened in Dorcas’ hair  with a low groan. One that turned into a far louder sound as the redhead took him completely into her mouth. 

He grasped at Agatha as she purred at him, buring his face in the crook of her neck and letting out a shaky breath. “Oh, you girls are going to be the death of me.”

[witchmortician-a]

macabrescribbler‌:

Well that explained a lot. Not much else to do other than fuck when you don’t get out much. But it wasn’t really her place to judge, though it gave her some mild understanding. Even if she had the sneaking feeling it wasn’t the exact full story of what was going on. Details to get out of him later.

“Should change that,” Liz said without missing a beat. 

“Go to a concert or something.” 

If he was alright with mingling among mortals. Especially since they seemed to have better music than witches did. And there were more fun and exciting things to do among mortals than their own kind. So long as they didn’t expose themselves, there was no real harm in doing anything.

He hummed, eyes scanning over the cemetary instead of looking down at her. As much as he would adore to be out among the world again - mortal or not - it simply wasn’t possible. And it would probably be better to tell her about it now. 

“Unfortunately, I can’t.” He paused, fingers tapping out a slow rhythm on the top of his thigh. “I’m not proud of it, but I am under indefinitely house arrest for attempting to blow up the Vatican in my younger days.” 

Well, not that much younger. Only 75 years. That was barely much younger at all, but it felt like it had been an eternity. 

[witchmortician-a]

sistersweird‌:

She read him so easily. Not that he was trying to hide it, but that tone in her voice made his stomach twist in anticipation. She sounded like she planned to eat him alive. 

And then she had leaned down, her voice low and husky in his ear. He moaned, eyes slipping closed. His fingers tightened, hard enough to leave bruses on her skin, bucking up into her harder, eager to live up to the praise she gave him. “Thank you, majesty,” he panted. 

[witchmortician-a]

sistersweird‌:

His breath hitched, heat flaring through him at the mixture of praise and degredation. Coming from her, from his new queen, it was definitely doing it for him. Especially as she kept riding him roughly, using him. His hands ran over her, desperate for every bit of touch he could get from her as she marked up his throat. 

[witchmortician-a]

sistersweird‌:

He watched Dorcas sink to her knees, his eyes hooded, and ran a hand over her hair gently. She continued to stroke him, leaning forward to lap at the head of his cock. “I’m certain I’ll get plenty of pleasure,” he smirked, his hand slipping down to cup her cheek, thumb stroking at the corner of her lips gently. 

Prudence nipped at his shoulder, and he glanced back, groaning slightly at her words. Well, they were a delight, weren’t they? He hadn’t expected this sort of treatment when they purchased his services that evening. If anything, he felt like the customer there. “The cupboard beside my bed,” he murmured, nodding to the small, squat little cupboard sitting next to the mattress on the floor. 

[witchmortician-a]

ruinofhumanity‌:

“Ambrose,” she repeated. “A beautiful name. I appreciate you giving it to me if that is your real name. I’ve known of many warlocks who gave their name to a Fae and came to regret it, I’m sure you have too. Whether or not you believe me, I’d still like to assure you that I practice no such magic.”

Fae didn’t directly lie. Not typically at least, in what he’d studied. He’d never met one personally and couldn’t really vouch himself, but the fact that she so plainly told him that was somewhat surprising. But that wording... 

He smiled faintly and nodded to her before his expression turned playful again. “Are you certain I can’t tempt you into that dance?”

[keybladesoras]

QUEEN PRUDENCE GO KILL YOUR FATHER!

[witchmortician-a]

sistersweird‌:

A thick, low groan slipped from his lips as she leaned down to nip at his throat again, adoring the way it felt to have her teeth in his skin. He was sensitive, pleasure beginning to edge in with pain as she moved over him, roughly,  pulling almost completely off before taking him again. 

His hands roamed up her back, holding her as close as he could as she fucked him. He tilted his head back, offering more of his neck to her, his breaths beginning to come in heavy pants. “Th-thank you, your majesty.”

[witchmortician-a]

Open Starter

The old Victorian house sat at the end of a lane in the town’s small historic district, shaded by old trees and surrounded b a wroght iron fence and a small garden. The first floor had been turned into a book store, with staggered around what had once been the parlor, living room, dining room and foyer. In all but the foyer, those stacks went from floor to ceiling, broken up only occasionally by soft, plush chairs for reading. In the foyer, where the second floor was open to the one below, the shelves lining the walls needed ladders to reach the upper shelves, and those that stood freely among the floor didn’t come any where close to reaching the ceiling. The only room downstairs that was off limits to customers was the kitchen, with it’s back stairs to the floor above, where his personal space was. The large, curved front staircase was blocked by the register counter, keeping anyone from slipping past to the second floor. 

Late afternoon light spilled in from the large circular window above the front door and Ambrose Spellman lounged like a cat on top of one of the heavy wooden bookshelves in the foyer, laying across it and reading a book he had plucked from the shelf below him. His scarf and the silken housecoat he wore draped over the side of the casement, but otherwise, he was quite stable on his perch. The bookstore didn’t see a large number of customers, and so he wasn’t really expecting anyone to come in, and was content to spend his time lazing around. There wasn’t much more for the warlock to do, after all. He was under house arrest - hence why the bookstore was run out of his home. Really, the store was just a way to keep him out of trouble, insisted upon by his family who feared what he may get up to on his own if he were too bored.

The chrooning voice of Frank Sinatra came from speakers attached to the laptop sitting on the register counter, and Ambrose hummed idly along to it as he turned a page. It wasn’t until the jangling of the bell over the front door intruded that he stopped, eyes turning away from the page to the ceiling far above him, listening to the door shut and trying to determine if he should get down from his perch or not. “Welcome to Spellman Books,” he drawled regardless. 

[bibliotheque-la-nature]

[crystalcircle]

[iamcvn]

“He truly is wicked”

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