#h-hotel

[nautiscarader]

A new kind of magic, chapter 2

(Ao3)

"…I think …. I think we should take it slowly", Amity replied, "It is our first visit here"

"Makes sense", Wendy replied, letting Dipper take the shirt from her body as they chose the leftmost bed. "We didn't immediately jump into swinging after."

"Yeah,you were a bit too worried what that other redhead can do to me…",Dipper joked,sneaking a kiss to her shoulder, prompting Wendy to retaliate with a full kiss.

"Yeah, badass girls with axes were his thing…", Astrid joked from the rightmost one, as Hiccup took thick furs from her shoulders in a similar gentlemanly manner.

That left the middle one for Luz and Amity,who was carried there bridal-style, much to her delight. Luz leaned over her,sneaking kiss after kiss against her slightly trembling arms, as she tried her to concentrate on each other.

"Relax, my sweet potato", she whispered,licking her earlobe, "It's just you and me… and two other couples, who also think there's only them"

"Y-yeah, it's kinda-", Amity spoke, looking nervously at the other, half-naked couples.

"Wait! I've got something for this!"

Luz interrupted herand reached into her bag, pulling out her glyphs, collected on post-it notes.

"Wait, where is it…'instant ice cream'?, no… 'bubble bath, just add water'?, no… 'microwave dish without microwaving the plate'?, also no…", she mumbled, shuffling through them. "Ah, there it is!"

She took two clean ones and cxopied the complicated spell,explaining herself.

"It's a light glyph, or rather,light-and-shadow glyph. It only gives light to those, who wield it."

She took one copy and walked nonchalantly towards half-naked Hiccup and placed it on his bottom.

"Girl, it's easy, just slap him. Same for you.", she spoke placing a second on on Wendy's freckled bottom.

She came back to her girlfriend and held the third glyph.

"Are you ready?"

"Oh yes!"

They joined their hands and pressed against it, drowing the rest of the room in darkness, leaving only they in subtle, flickering light that seemed to exist everywhere and nowhere, bathing them in subtle glow.

Amity gasped at the magic-induced privacy, as the two horny girls finally let their urges conquer their fear, her moan driving Lu into her bosom, as Amity lifted her blouse.

But then, two other set of voices reached them, as the remaining four started their foreplay.

"Oh, right.", Luz suddenly realised, "It-it only dims the lights, not the voices…"

"It's fine,actually",Amity reddened, hearing Wendy moan from her side, combined with Hiccup low groan from the other. "It's kinda… kinky"

"Oh, yu are the hottest sweet potato!"

Luz leapt into her arms,and as their lips met, they heard something else: music. Slow, sensual tune that eluded the image of fireplace and warmth…

"Oh my Titan, this place has its own soundtrack", Luz gasped,as the two were locked in a heated kiss.

With their hands working hard to disrobed each other, the two witches rolled around their bed,and once Amity was left naked, it was time for Luz to take charge again,diving between her thighs, adding Amity's voice to the chorus of moans coming from both sides.

And as Amity threw her head back into the pillow, feeling Luz's skilful tongue against her lips, she found she was no longer embarrassed, neither by her own naked state, nor the fact that four other lovers were enjoying their time.

In fact, she wondered if she can out-match Wendy praising Dipper for his oral skills, or Hiccup loving Astrid's mouth around his cock, judging from the sounds.

"Keep-keep doing that!", Amity proclaimed, digging her fingers into Luz's messy hair, "I love you, I love you!"

She heard the other's moans as well, as they continued, but she was focused on one girl that was most important for her. And when Luz their eyes met, Amity recognised the frisky glare. She knew what will happen next.

A piece of paper was placed against her clit,and with a single touch of Luz's finger, she unleashed the '2000 vibrators on top of washing machine' glyph, sending Amity into orgasmic stupor that made her arch her back and twist her body, thrashing against Luz as waves of pleasure tore her apart.

What felt like hours later, she opened her eyes to find Luz, kissing her breasts that roseup and down withher erratic breathing.

But she also saw Wendy's kissing Dipper, his glasses skewed and covered in her juices, and on the other side, Astrid's loud gulps meant she was collecting her reward.

"You okay, babe?", Luz asked.

"Yeah.", Amity answered, kissing Luz, "But now… how about we show them what kind of magic we can do?"

[captainsaltypear]

IS ANYONE ELSE GONNA TALK ABOUT THIS OR

[ohbother2]

SO many of these are my favourite but I think the last one takes the cake.

*throws this* *runs*

[wispurring-moss]

kay I pinkie-swear I'm not gonna keep blasting y'all with constant wips of this thing but i s2g my heart demanded that I share this part Immediately at least, so... TwT enjoy some more SoftnessTM~ <3

[catboymoments]

“What if Jesus was in h*zbin h*tel” what if I went a step further and made him an actual dynamic character in hotel purgatorium. I love him!!!!

[a-hazbin-reader]

T H E M

Just me and my snookums:

Just my wife and I:

[anonymouscheeses]

Old sketch I decided to give line art and color. Will definitely NOT finish this but if I do thennnn iunno congrats on me finally finishing an abandoned sketch 😭

[rubra-wav]

Vox brainrot entry #1

(Part 2 fic)

A/N: I've been thinking about this all morning, and I want to talk about it and it's driving me crazy. I've never really ever shared anything like this ever, so I'm a bit nervous haha

CW: 18+ SFW - NSFW (marked as such), spying/voyeurism, gn reader

Disclaimer: This is purely fiction and is not to be applied to any real context. If someone is like this IRL, that is not okay.

- This man definitely watches you through whatever technology you have, and I refuse to believe anything less.

- In some fics, I've seen the reference to him spying on people through cameras but I mostly see it in yan AU fics where he is doing it to intentionally try to control and manipulate them. I think instead he does it because he's a pathetic simp. 💀

- Vox seems like he would be very much against directly pursuing anyone for romantic relationships due to how insecure he is underneath all of the egotistical bullshit he puts out at all times. This imo would manifest as also having a severe fear of rejection - especially if he does manage to get romantic feelings for someone else.

- Due to this, he spends a borderline obsessive amount of time watching the person he's attracted to without their permission as he's too chicken shit to seem *too interested* in them by actually asking them about their interests and things about yourself.

- At first it's just very rarely watching you - mainly after meeting up with you to see how you are after. He wants to see if you are happy or if you secretly hate the time you spend together with him because he is insecure as shit.

- It gradually becomes more and more frequent the more he falls for you, until it's a pastime watching what you're doing.

- He learns what your favourite things are, what you hate, what you do in your spare time, who your friends are, who your family are, etc. Etc. He knows just about everything you do in your free time.

- He will then use this information to try to get closer with you in everyday life.

- If you ask how he knows he will respond like he's just 'that good' at knowing what you like. You don't miss the way he starts sweating slightly as he's further prodded though.

- After you prod him for more on the subject he's going to be sitting in slight horror with his hands covering his face the second you leave.

NSFW starts below

- It also begins to extend to watching everything as well the more desperate he gets.

- For a while, he refuses to continue to watch you if you start to take your clothes off as he feels like that's crossing the line even with his tendencies.

- But a mixture of his desperation and craving to see that gets to him.

- The first time he watches you get undressed, he's flustered as all hell, brain telling him to switch the feed off while the other part of himself is absolutely screaming in excitement over seeing your naked skin slowly being revealed to him.

- It becomes an extremely shameful tendency after that as he begins to watch more and more as it drives him absolutely wild.

- I just have the mental image of him sitting in his studio after-hours and watching you pleasure yourself while he does the same. Him being embarrassed as hell, filled with self-loathing about it, but still desperate to continue watching you arching and letting out whimpers and moans of ecstacy.

- I feel like if he saw you after these sessions he'd not be able to hold it together as well as he usually does when you pry into something to do with him secretly spying upon you. He'd be smiling a tense smile, little animated sweat drops on his face along with light blue flush across his cheeks as he stutters with glitches while being questioned about why he was acting up.

- Giving you bullshit reasons in his normally cocky tone that were so obviously bullshit you don't even need to squint at them to tell.

- If you pry into it he may just start error-ing.

Someone needs to put me down about him.

- Afterwards, he'd probably be mortified in private. I can see him laying face down while blue screening on the floor of his room out of embarrassment whining with his ego in tatters about failing so badly to fully keep his 'extra-curriculars' under wraps in front of you.

[hellish-sunsets]

Curses and Blessings - Chapter 1

Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4 ~ Chapter 5 ~ Chapter 6 ~ Chapter 7 ~ Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 9

Summary:

When they found two souls who worked the best together, who would uplift each other to good, they would grasp those two souls at the moment of their birth. This touch would leave behind a mark, each mark varied and unique.

Was this supposed to be a blessing or a curse?

Word Count: 1420

Warning: self harm, self hate, depression

Read on AO3

(set up, baby!)

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When she was little, Charlie went to her father whenever she got the chance to hear him tell a story. Her mother would often tell her no, that he was too busy with important work, but if she managed to sneak away, sometimes she could get him to tell her stories. 

Her favorite was about the marks. 

He would say that once, a very very long time ago, the angels looked down upon humanity and saw their struggles. Sin had taken hold of them leading them astray and causing them to get lost. They worried and they fussed and they discussed, until finally they reached a decision. They could not interfere themselves. Now that humanity had the choice, they had to choose to be good themselves. But perhaps, if they had someone else who could help make them better, happier people, that would help.

So, they made a creature, not an angel and not a demon, with no wings for them to fly away and no eyes to see what was happening around them in the present. They took their creation to a room made just for them on top of the tallest tower in heaven, far away from anything and everything, away from the most holy of places and the most evil. They sealed the creature in, and left them for eternity.

So, they started their work. 

With the powers granted to them, they outstretched their hands, and in an instant they saw all the minds of all humanity. In a moment, they knew everyone’s thoughts and hearts. When they found two souls who worked the best together, who would uplift each other to good, they would grasp those two souls at the moment of their birth. This touch would leave behind a mark, each mark varied and unique. Some resembled pictures, others were just a swirl of color and lines, and only those two souls would match each other. 

At first, only humans received these soul marks. It made sense, they were the ones the angels deemed in need of this gift. But isolation leads one to thinking. They wondered why humanity were the only ones to receive such a gift. They knew that, locked away in their empty room in this tower so far away from existence, they knew no one could stop them. So, with a slight twist of their lips, if they did have any, they looked further. 

It wasn’t known who had the first soul mark outside of humanity, whether angel or demon, but it was made clear rather quickly that those naturally born in those realms would also be allowed this gift, though not quite as common. 

“And that is how we all got our marks.” Lucifer told Charlie with a loving smile, cradling the girl in his protective embrace. And every time, she would look up at him with those beautiful, big eyes of hers, full of so much wonder and innocence. He hoped it would never fade. She would giggle with excitement and look at her own mark, a swirl of color on her inner arm. She swore since she was young that it looked like two birds flying together, but he couldn’t see it. Not that it mattered much as long as she was happy. 

“I bet they’re the best person ever! I can’t wait to meet them!” She happily babbled on, and he hummed in agreement, resting his chin on top of her soft hair and returning to the scattered papers on his desk, the sound of the pen scratching against the paper mixing with the sound of his daughters happy chatter. His chest swelled with a never ending fountain of love. 

It was a memory he went back to often as the years turned harsh and empty. In the moments when he felt just as isolated as that poor creature he told Charlie stories about so long ago. In the deadest moments of the night, when it was just him curled up in his far-too-large bed, he sank into those warm memories like a comforting embrace. But it hurt just as much as helped, a reminder of what he had lost and, he believed in his darkest moments, what he would never have again. 

Some nights he would glare at his own mark with red, tear filled eyes. Other nights, it was with a deep longing, the faintest of hopes he knew was pointless and painful. 

When the marks had started appearing so long ago, they appeared only on humans who were just born. Even when the shift happened, it still only appeared with the birth of the demon or angel. Those few who existed before the marks first appeared simply did not get one. For whatever reason, you had to be born with it. 

But Lucifer was not born with his. The only one to just have it appear, as far as he knew. He remembered little about when it happened, but he could vividly recall the sight of when it formed. It was a burst of color, like golden ink sliding up his arm from his wrist and dancing across the pale skin of his arm. He remembered the awe, the confusion, the anxiety, as those golden lines sank into his skin and settled into an array of gold, orange, and pink, like a sunset. It was beautiful, and terrifying. That was when he started wearing the gloves. It was several days before they got the news from heaven about the marks appearing on non-humans.

Of course, he couldn’t hide it from Lillith forever. At the time he thought they had worked through it. He was adamant they could still love eachother deeply despite this mark. The likelihood of him even ever meating whoever this person was was next to impossible. She had his whole heart, his everything. And she seemed to accept it. 

But when she left so many, many years later, that mark, that damned mark, was at the top of her list of reasons. She could only spit out that she was clearly not meant for him as stormed out with Charlie in her arms, his little girl, his world, staring back at him with wide, fear filled eyes. 

And then they were just,,, gone.

He never thought much of the mark until then, his claws digging into the tainted skin as he sobbed and wailed through the night, begging to that being in that damned tower to take it away, to bring back his family. What was the point of it, of any of this?

Was this supposed to be a blessing or a curse? Everyone else considered it a blessing, a promise that someone was out there for them, a hope that they could one day find their better half. 

But there was no such thing for him. He had love, he had a wife, he had his daughter, everything he could ever want. All this damned mark did was take that from him, ruin his life. He was sure it was punishment for his disobedience. He deserved it after he cursed humanity to sin and evil. He didn’t deserve happiness, didn’t deserve love

Still, he couldn’t stop the anger that bubbled up as he sat alone in bed, glaring at the sunset of colors. The finger that was absentmindedly tracing the lines of color flexed, claw digging into his skin, a line of blood falling from the puncture and dripping onto the white sheets. His face twisted, a mix of fury and pain as he sank all five claws into his arms, tearing, Tears streamed down his face as a sob tore through his lungs. The sheets were stained in gold once more, and he almost felt sorry for the cleaning staff. Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he keep himself together for fucking once in his life? 

He knew he was spiraling, but he couldn’t stop. It was only what he deserved, the pain, the injury. Eventually he collapsed onto the mattress, sobbing and gasping, staring at the mess that once was his arm. At least the mark was gone. And yet, he knew it would be back by morning. The damage would heal over and the mark would remain, the reminder of all his failings and downfalls, a reminder of just how worthless and undeserving he was of anything but pain and loneliness and disappointment. 

The bloodloss forced a heaviness on his body and his eyes slid closed, sleep finally taking him into a realm of emptiness.

[hiemaldesirae]

the idea of vox wearing a lace tv cover (credit to @kevin-ibw) is rotting my brain. so. heres the result of my delusions

[nautiscarader]

H-hotel: A new kind of magic (Wendip/Lumity/Hiccstrid)

(Ao3)

The spacious, stone corridor was filled with gentle laughter as two women stepped from the elevator and ran towards the door of their room. The laughter ended, however, when Amity's lips metLuz's, as the latter pressed her girlfriend against said door, letting her arms lock around her back, slowly undoing her clothes.

Visiting a love hotel has been on their dirty minds for some time, and hearing about mysterious gate opening on the Boiling Isles only deepened the appetite for this fantasy. Keys rattled in Luz's pocket as she searched for them, Amity toying with her, preventing her reaching them,as if wanting to prolong their foreplay and for someone to spot them makingout in the public.

Anbd her wish was suddenly fulfilled.

"Oh, look like you guys are our company!"

Amity yelped when she heard a female voice address them,and frantically tried to cover her blouse that has been pulled up. Luz, on the other hand, took defensive position, ready to shield Amity, though she was surprised to see the red-haired woman wasn't alone.

She held hands with a chestnut-haired younger man, while another, odd-looking couple accompanied them, their costumes making them look like they escaped a renaissance fair.

"Hey, back off, this is our room!"

"Yeah, I was weirded out the first time too", the blonde woman with braided hair spoke,before she reached out into her pocket.

At the same time, Luz brought hers out, and examined the other two, unable to spot any obvious differences.

"But-but this have to be a mistake…"

"Nope, eh, not how this place works…", the taller man, clad in leather suit chuckled, his cheeks burning with shades of crimson. "And it takes a moment to get used to it…"

Intrigued, Luz inserted the key into the hole, and, feeling the tiniest spark of magic flowing through her fingers, let the door open, only to reveal…

"Three beds?", Amity blinked, "W-wait… Is-is this a hotel for…"

"Swingers? Yeah, kinda.", the girl in flannel shirt finished,as they entered the room.

"But it doesn't have to be", her partner quickly added. "Hi, my my name is Dipper, this is my girlfriend, Wendy".

"'Sup"

"And this fair lady is Astrid Hofferson, and I am Hiccup. Hiccup Haddock the third,of the Berkian Haddocks.", he added, as if to clear the confusion.

Luz and Amity exchanged confused looks before reaching their hands to shake with their unexpected new friends.

"Luz, Luz Noceda."

"And I am Amity Blight. Sorry, you were saying something…"

"Ah, yes.", Dipper corrected glasses on his nose, "This place kinda… pairs, uh, pa irs with each other that have something in common. We're not quite sure how it works."

"Witchcraft, probably", Astrid replied, gaining Luz's and Amity's attention. "We don't really dabble in that in our village… and what do you do?"

"Are you going to use that axe if we say that we are witches?", Luz asked, once again stepping foot forward. Amity, however,was ahead of her, bringing some of the abomination goo from her purse, manipulating in the air, much to the other four's amazement.

"Woah, more magic!", Wendy exclaimed, "And I thought that the butterfly princess was the weirdest".

"I'd pick the invisible elf girl", Hiccup added sheepishly.

"You liked not being able to see her and knowing what she will do to you, right…?", Astrid asked in low, smoky voice that made her boyfriend chuckle.

At the same time, Amity felt more and more baffled, watching the four others casually mention their previous sexcapades with levity and nonchalance.

"Hey, sweet potato.", Luz brought her from the trance, " You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just slightly… confused"

"We can take it easy",Wendy quickly stepped in, unbuttoning her shirt, "There is a reason the beds are separated… for now, at least".

"Or we could dive straight in and let you show us what magic you can do", Astrid countered, unbuckling what now, Luz realised, was leather armor. "And something tells me you've came prepared."

Amity looked, first at Luz, then at her new friends, and made her decision…

[sherlockhomies-42]

Death reader is such a cool concept! But on the other hand, I can’t get over the mental image of some Mortician Adams looking chick rocking up to Heaven and Hell looking like she just rolled out of bed (I’m talking a full on bathrobe, fuzzy slippers, bed head, and displaced sleeping mask), and she’s all “Bruh all I wanted was a freaking nap, and y’all couldn’t even let me get a full 3,000 years before you go and fuck everything up!? Can’t have shit in limbo smh!!”

And she promptly smacks the holy shit out of Sera lute and Lilith, puts Charlie in charge, and then goes back to sleep 🤣🤣🤣

[weebsinstash]

Thinking bout how mean demi Alastor would be regarding the post cheating/meltdown/breakup sex… he’s still a sadist and now that he’s more comfortable with physical intimacy and like 20% more deranged that def gets reflected in his “catering to your needs”. Overstim, edging, anything that leaves you at his “mercy”

Reader, visibly sweating because YOU know that HE knows most of the dirty dirty nasty NASTY SHENANIGANS you've committed in the last month or two of Just Straight Up Sluttery: so Alastor, now that you've discovered this new part of yourself, surely you've, uh, developed some new tastes and healthy outlets for intimacy?

Alastor, who's just spent the last several weeks rounding up all your sexual partners and he does mean ALL of them to torture every last detail of what you did out of them, and has recently discovered how much he likes the feeling of a riding crop in his hands, along with a list of kinks where cheating/cuckoldry is definitely NOT one of them: oh yes :) healthy outlets :) so anyways my pet, about your punishment--

You're just like "ok Alastor um, since you're new to this and old fashioned you probably want to, cuddle, and, ease into it, and--" bitch he wants to tie you up. Bitch he has developed SUCH a craving for watching you tied up and helpless because, oh you're so sweet and vulnerable and need him to protect you ❤️ his sweet vulnerable little doe ❤️ aw, your struggling is so cute ❤️ do you want to be let go? Guess you better beg nice and pretty~

I dunno man... I was LITERALLY discussing a concept like this with an asexual buddy of mine actually, the amount of aces horny for Alastor is giving, truly, and we were MUTUALLY like, "listen... listen... asexuality is real and we respect that, ok... but it's also a spectrum... and I want this man going his entire life and afterlife not caring or having a taste for those things UNTIL he meets you and he has to deal with, discover, and come to understand all his new desires" and I keep thinking of multiple ways to swing that?

Just him having his equivalent of his first schoolboy crush and not knowing why he can't stop himself from laughing at your jokes? Why is he suddenly so... POSSESSIVE of your company? Why does he want to hurt the men who come around you even more than usual? He goes to Rosie for advice and she's just, DROPPING HER TEA CUP, "oh ALASTOR HONEY, you've got yourself a little crush!!" and all but squealing with delight as she wants ALL the details and, well, Rosie IS a trusted friend... and once he starts talking about you, he can't stop himself for some reason, he just enjoys sharing little details and stories and things about you amd, oh gosh Rosie you should hear this thing that happened the other day it was just the most charming little--

I want this man coming to take you back and he's kicking some door down and he finds you THROATING A GUY. I want it AWKWARD. I want him finding you doing something that immediately makes everyone involved go OH SHIT. I want some dude freaking out hollering "THE RADIO DEMON?!" because he and a buddy were spitroasting you on your hands and knees and you give a very recognizable "alastor????" around the dude's meat CLEARLY KNOWING THE GUY and your unlucky one night stand has his Oh Fuck moment as he makes perfect eye contact with the notorious cannibal who is currently witnessing this, uh, gentleman having his hand fisted in your hair as he--

Just the mental image of, it's the end of the night or even the morning and the fucking sun is coming up or, their time equivalent of sunrise since I don't think they have like days and nights, but, Alastor is just sitting there reading a book humming to himself, completely put together not a hair out of place, with candles going, a gentle song on the radio, and beside him you're just facedown completely naked in bed with welts all over your ass as his shadow gives you a nice aftercare massage. Dude just sips some coffee, humming and smirking as he regards you "now did we learn our lesson about... making impulsive unsafe decisions without consulting our partner?"

you, still face down as your legs still refuse to stop shaking: that if I want to get fucked really hard all I have to do is commit adultery?

Alastor, who has recently discovered all the Super Fun New Ways he can fuck 'discipline' you for riling him up and getting him jealous on purpose because now that he's finally acting like this it's all but making you a cat in heat 'being a brat', smiling with legitimate sadistic glee as he reaches for a pair of leather gloves: incorrect :)

[nottapossum]

I am starving for Zestial babysitting Alastor, I can see Zestial holding him while Alastor tries to grab Zestie's spider, chest, thingy

That's actually freaking adorable!

There could be an overlord meeting, and Alastor starts to slip.

Rosie could have missed this particular meeting, so Alastor couldn't turn to her for help when he usually can.

I can see Zestial sensing a little one. He's lived for so long that he can see the signs and asks to speak to Alastor privately afterward.

Zestial will ask if he's okay, and Alastor will obviously lie and say he's perfectly fine.

But Zestial will know and offer his support to Alastor and ask what he needs.

Alastor would be surprised by Zestial's kindness, but he would still try his best to remain big.

Then Zestial will let him know that it's okay and that he knows he's a little, and it's safe to be little.

This will cause Alastor to slip, and Zestial will take him to another room and care for him. He couldn't leave a little one on their own.

Carmilla has a sensory room in the building that would be perfect to keep the little deer safe. 🦌

Alastor would be skeptical of Zestial as a little because he's just not very trusting of men.

Zestial will understand this and keep his distance from the young fawn and being respectful and yet verbally comforting towards him.

Eventually, Alastor will be curious enough to approach Zestial himself and let Zestial hold him. It wouldn't be for too long though...because he'd get scared and hide behind one of the beanbag chairs and hiss at Zestial.

Zestial will again keep a respectful distance from Alastor until Alastor feels comfortable enough to approach him again.

And then Alastor will hide and hiss again.

And approach him again,

And hide again.

The cycle will continue until he decides if he likes Zestial.

He'll decide that Zestial is okay.

For now.

@todayimfour @trophyxtissues2 @ask-dusty-boy @dex-dawn

[catboymoments]

Rest in peace to my Apple Pencil, I’m gonna be confined to traditional doodles (or trying clip studio again) until I get it replaced 😭😭 but my goodness I love drawing my Charlie design SHES SO SHAPES !!!! I love my weird girl . Al is there too but he was perspective practice. I’ve decided to give him deer ears on his design because I think it makes him more fitting with the vibe of the world but otherwise he’s da same.

Also the dialogue/songs here is stuff I made up on the spot fhsbfnsndmfb I heart music

[diggykit-kat]

(Y’all want somthing NSFW THEN FINE! But not with fucking orphaned you dickheads)

Adam x Fem!Reader (human) HCs

How did you know Adam's bitch ass? Well because of every very horrible Wattpad mafia story, but instead of your father having no money he was a white Christian military veteran, who knew you wouldn't get into heaven because you didn't want a god who could wipe you out the most disgustingly or horrendous way possible, so he sold your soul and married you off to an angel without you knowing.

One day you just woke up and found him eating leftover ribs in your kitchen. He was none the wiser about his presence in your house. You stared at him in disbelief. You felt like throwing a plate at him. But you think the wings were suspicious enough to know this had to be due to your dad's recent death?

"So what? Are you some kind of omen or something about my dad's death or are you here to bully me into being a Christian?"

"No, but I can make you see heaven."

"Is that sexual or a threat?"

"Depends on what move you make kid." He leaned up against the fridge, MY fridge. Still eating MY ribs.

"I'm (your age)"

"Yeah well I'm at least 10,000,000...+"

"That...that's just wrong man..." I shook my head

You eventually got used to his ass even though he played loud music in the middle of the night and denied to leave the room when you needed to change because he was your “Bitch” directly.

(Let’s just get to the point we all know what your whore ass came for-)

In bed, Adam is prevalent and enjoys being in control. He has a commanding presence and loves to take charge, often leaving you feeling overstimulated but satisfied.

He can be quite forceful and rough in the bedroom, but always makes sure to check in with you and make sure you're enjoying yourself. He loves to push your boundaries.

When it comes to touching you, Adam can be surprisingly gentle. He loves to caress your skin and leave soft kisses, bruises, hickeys, love bites, you name it. all over my body. He also enjoys using his wings to wrap around you and hold you close during heated moments.

( this is lettally for any character that isn’t slightly human) Heat. Yep. Yep. Oh don’t like it? Well fuck you, men in a rut is hot🛐🤭

When he is in a rut he. is. in. a. rut. Fucking furniture flying across the bedroom, maybe some bruises from being banged against the wall? What- a bed is too soft, he needs something to make sure you won’t move one bit. He needs you to stay still for him. Like the doll you are.