#//hells hottest hearts

[seven-circlllxs]

Hell's Hottest Hearts

🦚 Andrealphus 🦚

It wasn't like he wasn't accustomed to being fawned over and prettied up. He had a whole morning routine that required at least three sets of hands more than he had attached to his body, and besides, perfection was not a task that one bird alone could complete, not without precisely organised assistance.

So, as the baphomets and the little imps fussed over his hair, the jewels outlining the details of his feathers, the eye makeup, the snowy white fur bands that hugged his wrists and ankles, anchoring the drapings of silver that hung from his neck and arms and hovered just above his stomach, the Marquis of Envy cooed with an amused delight as he stretched out a leg for even more icy metal to be fastened to him.

He needed, absolutely needed, to be the most sparkling suitor in the room. Not like he truly needed the date, per say, unless a certain owl was going to be playing patron this fine evening.

No, he just wanted the attention. To bathe in the amorous gazes of the demons below his gilded birdcage, to feel their want, to feel them want him.

Besides, if he wasn't there slutting it up in the name of House Goethe, who would be?

[gethellbcnt-m]

It's not often that Belphegor chooses to show skin to the public, for he knew how the night could turn out if he exposed his skin for too long. but, Asmodeus had given the goat-demon a pep-talk that lifted his spirits higher than the heavens, assuring him that his performance won't last long enough for his presence to cause a stir with his drug-infused odor. After all, you miss all the shots you don't take, right ? So, he waits for their cue to take the stage, watching on as the tail-end of the previous performer's segment comes to an end, and when the tailed demon takes the stage he takes full advantage of his surroundings. between the poles, lights, and his power, his body remembers the motions and moves of party days long-past, relishing in the attention of the audience during his few minutes in the spotlight. And boy does he SING !

I am in sooo much trouble Busted, arrested, guilty Oh! You got me Again...

I'm busted, arrested So guilty, you got me There's no excuse for me

I'm busted, arrested So guilty, you got me There's no escape from here

I thought I'd have my way with it I only meant to play with it I almost had a day with it I couldn't get away with it

You got me in trouble I'm in trouble yet again You got me in trouble So much trouble yet again, oh

Again and again and again, trouble Again and again and again, trouble

You're busted, arrested So guilty, I got you There's no excuse for you

You're busted, arrested So guilty, I got you There's no escape, it's true

@overangeled @raven-hellish-imp @voxxcd @dancingdevildemon @seven-circlllxs @gethellbcnt @kakodaimones @odiumfidei @peppy-jester

[voxxcd]

He'd think this was the last kind of event the radio demon would show up at. Maybe after being gone for so long, he was just looking for any excuse to put on a show. He grimaced, pushing himself off of the bar. He'd ignore it, for now. That sort of self-control probably wouldn't last a few drinks, or the bastard coming anywhere in his vicinity. Whichever wound up happening first. In the meantime, he'd look for someone to talk to to distract himself. At least the 'performance' was done.

[odiumfidei]

Blitzo brought multiple drinks into the cage with him- other then that's just watching.

[kakodaimones]

"My own clone! Now-"

[overangeled]

Well this is a turn, Verosika turnt the shit up like they always do with a banger! He's dancing with joy, while drinking too - people don't mind buzzed dancing right? Nahh-

He's just having a fucking good time!

[came-out-of-the-coffin-desisted]

writing dragon age fanfiction is so so so so hard for me because every time i spot another historical inaccuracy that’s like “i don’t care that it’s fantasy they have the same level of technology this is WRONG” i have to have a moment of like. “kaed NO ONE ELSE will EVER care about this. you watch ‘ranking period dramas on corset accuracy both in construction and writing’ videos on youtube for entertainment normal people simply do not give a FUCK about medieval castle layouts!”

and yet this cycle continues, because the dragon age devs so so so so clearly DID research but they did BAD research and it HAUNTS me. like WHYYYYY is there only one courtyard that isn’t even really a courtyard in castle cousland WHY is the “main hall” huge with no furniture while the great hall “dining room” is tiny as fuck and in a horrible to access spot WHY are there no ovens in the kitchens where the FUCK do they bake the breaaaad!! like ok fine cool servants get beds in thedas i’ll bite. that fucks hard, actually! but WHY are there more servant rooms than rooms for visiting nobles do you honestly think anybody in the middle ages fucking had servant rooms???? they slept on the FLOOR in the GREAT HALL! and WHY is there a fucking library and a ‘treasury’ (which what the fuck is THAT there should be a DON-JON in there you locked your valuables in the TOWER at the TOP, not in ONE room centrally located on the first floor with TWO guards!!) like i KNOW it was for level design i KNOW it was but oh my fucking g-d it’s gonna KILL ME to write out creeping through corridors when there WERE NO CORRIDORS! like look at this. look at this.

castle cousland: stupid, awful design, honestly they kinda asked to be coup’ed with their garbage unsurvivable castle that supposedly nobody sieges regularly even though it’s literally a death trap. there is ONE main exit, no way to trap your enemies, and only one official guard post that i can see. fuck awful.

harlech castle in wales: it took 115 years for someone to successfully take this castle, and it’s withstood COUNTLESS sieges, you can go visit it right the hell now if you go to wales (not at all getting into the evilness of the english building castles in wales, that’s not the point i’m trying to make.) see how the outside makes it so that even if your enemies breach the walls, to actually reach anyone important they have to survive the volleys of arrows from the ramparts? and then presumably kill everyone ON the ramparts, or the minute you go to open a door or try to drag someone out, you’re going to get shot full of arrows. that’s after breaching TWO heavy doors (which would require a battering ram both times) which would wake up the entire castle LONG before they got anywhere NEAR the heir to the castle’s wife and child.

and before somebody says “oh well kaed maybe you just don’t know your castle building periods very well” think again. i know my castle building periods. that style above is concentric (harlech castle’s initial construction was finished in 1289 and was one of the first finished castles in england in this style,) which came after the keep and bailey style, which came after the motte-and-bailey style, which came after the burh (which arguably WASN’T a castle but whatever,) etc. there are no fortified castles in english history that look like castle cousland, because it’s fucking indefensible. now, this does lead to the question of “oh, well, what is the timeline for the game, maybe there’s something you missed!” so let’s examine the time period of origins:

at the very, very latest, origins could be based off of the BEGINNING of the british “wars of the roses” (the civil wars between the various members of the house plantagenet) which began in the 1450s— this is personally what /i/ think origins is based off of, for a couple reasons. 1) trevelyan was a real person— g.m. trevelyan was a british historian who wrote about the wars of the roses, and in one instance there’s a quote of his the devs almost verbatim used for the design of the free marches: “the Wars of the Roses were to a large extent a quarrel between Welsh Marcher Lords, who were also great English nobles, closely related to the English throne…” they ixnayed the part about the marcher lords being ferelden nobles, i imagine because it was too complicated, but trevelyan? marcher lords? a close relationship with this country? (i.e. like somewhere that might take in their refugees after a catastrophe?) cmon. 2) because ferelden is fucking huge and the histories are kinda weird, because they aren’t 1 for 1, i’m gonna say that we have to use the norman conquest of england as our unification date. in other contexts i wouldn’t try to argue this, but in this one, i’m saying 1066 is the unification date of the anglo-saxon kingdoms into england. calenhad gives us a hard unification date for ferelden— the first landsmeet was in 5:42 exalted, ergo origins is 388 years later. the wars of the roses started in 1455, 389 years after the norman conquest ended. 3) the wars of the roses happened because of a succession crisis— admittedly, these two succession crises are very, very different, but there are definitely parallels between loghain and henry vi and alistair and edward iv. henry vi was crowned at a young age (loghain largely ruled for maric at various points in his life, starting when he was very young,) and was very ineffectual— he suffered from an unknown mental illness which made him extremely unstable and unable to rule for large periods of time. loghain, on the other hand, ruled when the /theirins/ weren’t stable, so you argue he had the opposite— meanwhile, his policies WEREN’T sustainable, whatever you might think of him. loghain is too shaped by his own experiences to be a truly good leader, and by the time his rule/anora’s rule is threatened by cailan, he’s sacrificed enough of his principles that he’s willing to commit atrocities (notably, margaret of anjou ruled during the worst parts of her husband’s mental instability, which again could apply to loghain OR anora, as they ruled fairly jointly after a certain point.) edward iv was the son of richard of york, who was eligible for the throne at a very young age (18 to alistair’s 19) because his father was dead. he was coaxed and led into battle by his cousin, the earl of warwick (also known as the kingmaker— sound like a protagonist you might know?) that’s about where the similarities end, but that’s largely because alistair is a grey warden— if he weren’t, he’d probably be able to have kids and end the question of succession. but he can’t, which, assuming the devs eventually remember, WILL lead to another civil war. hence why i say this is at the BEGINNING of the wars of the roses.

another option that could be argued but makes much less sense and i have no evidence for is that alistair has similarities to edward ii (second son who only became king because his brother died, married a more powerful woman to consolidate power, not very good at ruling, no offense to alistair,) but that still puts origins at like 1307-1327. in either case, they would have been using concentric castles— and given what time period castle cousland was originally built in, it would have been built as a motte-and-bailey, which would NOT have lasted four hundred years. so the castle had to have been rebuilt, and bryce cousland would have had to update that rebuilt castle, because no one lived in it during the orlesian occupation. so where the hell does this winding, weird multi-level design come from?

i GUESS— and this is SO charitable— they could have designed castle cousland based off of a country house design from the mid 1500s, but none of them look like that, either. they’re exclusively rectangular, for one thing, and one of the huge bragging rights of owning one was that they weren’t fortified— they came into fashion during a period of relative stability under the tudor rule, when it was considered guache and maybe even treasonous to build a fortified castle. ferelden is NOWHERE NEAR a period of stability, if anything at the end of origins they’re entering their greatest period of INstability, given what happens in inquisition, and that no matter who ends up on the throne, there’s no way for them to have children. so there’s NO way this castle is a country house, or inspired by one.

leaving us with the final conclusion that a) the game devs definitely did do research into the time period because i can fairly directly trace a line between the event i think inspired origins and the plot, but they didn’t do enough research to figure out what the everloving fuck the BUILDINGS looked like. so these castles make no fucking sense and can’t possibly be called historically accurate even with the fantasy defense, and b) i care WAAAY too much about this for somebody who isn’t even a medieval historian. my area of expertise is the paleolithic, i have no clue why this bugs me so bad i spent four fucking hours writing this post.

[seven-circlllxs]

Hell’s Hottest Hearts

🦚 Andrealphus 🦚

(( @gethellbcnt // @xxx-chazwickthurman-xxx ))

As Andre observes the mingling and the music from his perch above his obviously adoring public, his attention is stolen by a familiar flurry of feathers.

Stella.

Oh.

Perfect.

A long, breathy sigh of, what? Irritation? Bemusement? Some strange cocktail of emotions that Andrealphus couldn’t fully distill back into a single word.. Escaped him, and he hoped, oh so, so very badly, that she’d bid on someone who would disregard her status, knock her down a peg..

His eyes then wandered across his fellow bachelors, no, no, his competition (not that he was concerned in any way about being upstaged - he knew he was the single best option in the room), before locking his focus onto a sultry gaze from below, his shoulders scrunching up just a bit as his neck feathers ruffled as if startled, keeping the loan shark’s attention drifting back to him despite the debauchery all around them.

[gethellbcnt-m]

For those participating in the Hell's Hottest Hearts Event, here's a handy-dandy guide for where you can bid on the bachelors, as well as the blogs they're from !!

Blitzo - ( @odiumfidei ) Chaz - ( @xxx-chazwickthurman-xxx ) Calcifer - ( @odiumfidei ) Vox - ( @kakodaimones ) Striker - ( @hick4hire ) Andrealphus - ( @seven-circlllxs )

[vanyafresita]

i love you t4t lesbians, women loving women, girlies being just roommates

[odiumfidei]

[kakodaimones]

Only a hundred dollars for the starting bid? At least he's not getting grouped in with the other losers in the cages up here. Ugh, hard to maintain the sense of professional dignity he aims for when he has to expose skin. At least the strict health regimen is on display....

[voxxcd]

Vox stepped into the club, looking down at his phone as he did so to check a notification before putting it away. When he heard about the event he thought something thrown by a sin might be a good networking opportunity. Access to people he generally couldn't. He first went to go and get himself a drink, then take his time to see who would actually be worth talking to.

[overangeled]

Cont. of this post-

After the doors opened, a very familiar face was just standing in the back but the famous sinner found the waiting around was too boring for his taste... he would be back where he was needed when time came, right?

In his best black sleek fit Angel trotted around Ozzie's with the click, clack of his heels. He knew he... The Angel Dust was atleast planned to be a surprise - yet he didn't really work that way plus he was curious in what was going on around the place.

As the jazz band played the spider looked over the place with a smirk.

"Damn, this place is buzzin'!"

[hoshigray]

Hellooo, I have a requesttt. Bully!Geto & bully!gojo x reader please!!

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: didn't know how to tackle this, but I think I got it >:3

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Geto + Gojo x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college setting; satosugu + you are juniors - sex in shared space; college dorm - fingering (f! receiving) - breast fondling + nipple play - oral (m! receiving) - facials - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - Eiffel Tower/spit-roasting position - slight degradation - pet names (baby, crybaby, cutie, good girl, plaything, pretty girl, sweetheart) - unprotected sex (doesn't shoot inside, tho) - mention of tears and drool.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k

“—Gaaahh!! N-Noo, shtop! No more, no mo—Oooh!”

“Aww, don’t go cryin’ on us yet; let’s see how much this pussy can cum!”

“Satoru, keep playing with their nipples; they keep gripping my fingers like crazy…”

Being bullied seems to be an everyday thing for a wimp like you—especially in the hands of Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto.

What kind of person lets two of the hottest guys in the school bully them? You’re practically nearly a full-ass grown adult; you shouldn’t be letting people push you around like it’s middle school! And yet, you can’t seem to bring yourself to stand for yourself, too meek and reserved to step up the ladder of confrontation, even if it’s from people who’ve tormented you most of your life.

Gojo and Geto have been your bullies for nearly your entire academic life, starting from first grade. To say that your life was hell on Earth was just the surface, coming home in tears and wishing to disappear every single day. The emotional toil was too much to bear, so much so that you did everything in your power to make sure you didn’t end up in the same high school as the two, a task that you’re proud to act on as making friends and getting through the final four years of your primary education became easier to accomplish. 

However, this fulfillment was thrown out the window when you walked on campus grounds and discovered that after two years, your bullies had transferred to the same college as you! Not only in the same place but in the same dorm section and sharing the same class—had the world gone mad?! Just when you have accepted this new chapter in your life to start anew and fresh, these two spin back and the pool of anxiety swallows you back up and pulverizes your heart. There was no way for this situation to be envisaged.

“Ohaaa!! Shtooop, t’ooo fasst!!”  

And now, they have new methods to diminish your dignity.

Against your comfort, you and the two were assigned a spreadsheet to work on and have it done by Thursday, so you three were supposed to be working in the living room of their dorm apartment. Nevertheless, you don’t think lying on the couch with your back to Gojo and Geto between your legs has anything to do with the assignment…

You were squirming, Gojo’s slender hands cupping and fondling your chest, tips of his fingers tweaking your nipples roughly so that you whine helplessly. Legs spread open for your panties and bare cunt to be exposed when you were stripped from your leggings, and Geto toys your private part with his fingers. The sensation of his middle digit inside you was hard to believe, like the howl from curling onto the upper wall of your vagina.

“Uuuwww, ohmyGoooood…!” You throw your head back to the shoulder of the white-haired one whose forefingers circle the buds of your mounds. “W-We can’t be—hic—doing this…”

“Ehhh, c’mon, baby,” hearing Gojo talk to your ear so close has to be something out of a dream or nightmare. “Who says we can’t play with our favorite person, huh?”

You gulp at the lick of your earlobe. “Because…we have work to d—Aaahh!”

“Don’t think about that assignment when I’m busy shoving my fingers in you,” Geto reminds you, the pace of his digit increasing and the scrape of his fingertip having your toes curl. “Doesn’t the pretty girl wanna play us like old times?”

A hand grabs his wrist, yet that does little to hinder the raven-haired one’s diligence within your leaking chasm. “B-But…We can’t!” Jesus, it’s tough to think adequately the more Geto pushes and pulls his finger, brushing it up against your texture. Tears welled up in your eyes, your body sore from their constant touches.

“God, still cryin’ from being teased, huh, crybaby?” Gojo chuckles while cupping your cheeks. “Still a cutie, though…”

No way, there’s absolutely no way! You had to be dreaming because there is no way you’re awake to see the day Gojo is kissing you! Biting your bottom lip and shoving his tongue inside, your brain practically explodes as you moan in his mouth, and your slit contracts the rub of Geto’s finger. Did you just cum from a kiss?!

“Oh wow, they’re spasming like crazy,” Geto chortles at the sight of your legs trembling and your genitalia fluttering around the digit. “Cumming from a kiss, huh? Heh, so easy to mess with.”

Your response was deterred to that of imperceptible wails, crying into Gojo’s pillowy lips as he sucked on your tongues to hear you sob more. This was so unfair; this situation was not in your favor once you were dragged into their apartment.

Not even in the next phase of this meet-up.

Your clothes are discarded from your body to the living room floor, mounting on the couch on all fours, Geto to your front and Gojo to your back. The three of you are too far gone to think about the damn assignment—your frame too occupied by their cocks to evade them so.

Soapy lips suck on the dick of the dark-haired other, puffy cheeks making room for the limb burrowing inside your mouth. He fucks you orally with vigor, snapping his hips to your lips as your head pounds with every jab to the back of your throat. You’re not left with a second to breathe calmly, his girth overwhelming.

“Fuuuhhck, Jesus Christ,” he curses, grinding his pelvis and moaning at the feel of your tight throat. “Such a good girl, sucking me so well; got the mouth of a great cumslut.”

“Has the pussy of one, too!”

The words burn your ears, coming from behind as the guy with snowy hair plunges his length into your vagina. His hands are situated on your waist to keep you on him, the curve of his cock scratching your sweet spots too accurately that you’re forced to scream on the other’s shaft.

Gojo throws his head back with a sigh, “Fuckin’ shiiiit, this pussy…clamping on me so hard, you wanna milk me dry?” He bends down to your ear, “Want my load so bad like a little whore?” Squeezing on him was inevitable, making him hiss. “Fuck! Don’t do that…”

“Damn this throat, man,” you peer up to Geto. Your eyes have already released the tears stricken down your face, the lower part of your face all hot from the frequent hits. He chortles, “You look so good all messy like that, sweetheart…Holy shit, you looked so fucked out.” 

Of course you were; they’ve been toying with your body for ten minutes with no rest! Your frame was aching so bad, sobbing because of the cock busying your throat and the dick grazing your G-spot. It was too much to catch up with, especially when Gojo sneaks a hand to your clit to rub and swipe. Your eyes roll to the ceiling, and a scream is muffled, your figure submitting to the pinches on your sensitive pearl.

“Wanna cum?” Silver brows trench together at the clamp of your walls. “Do it, cum on my dick, you nasty crybaby.” 

More tweaks to your clitoris coincide with the erratic pistons of Gojo’s thighs, and you have no choice but to climax once more. Your cunt tightens around his cock with every hit of your orgasm, and he makes sure to get his raw cock out of you to ejaculate his milky fluid onto your back, painting your skin with his load.

The same goes for Geto as well, who grabs your head and roughly pulls himself off to paint your face with his essence. You whimper with every quiver and addition of his sperm, spurting to your forehead and decorating your cheeks to slide down your chin. You never felt so dirty in your life, your tongue accidentally tasting it from licking your lips. “Good girl,” he compliments with a teasing pinch to your cheek.

Gojo rubs his length on the cusp of your butt. “Man, cutie, you keep driving me crazy.” His fingers aimlessly play with your clit. “Now I really can’t leave you alone…”

Dread weighs your bones at his words, and you can only question how you can survive these upcoming semesters with these harassers. And now that they’re hooked on you, this fresh new start has become much more suffocating…

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header edit done by me + dividers by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

[seven-circlllxs]

Hell's Hottest Hearts

💕 Barbie 💕

This was not the first time that Barbie had stumbled ass-backward into a job, and given her fucking luck, it sure as shit wouldn't be the last. She had been given the very glamorous task (insert eye roll) of taking the coats from the check and arranging them by last initial on the coat rack in one of the biggest fucking closet spaces she had ever seen.

Which meant she was alphabetizing the coats of rich bitches by herself in a room where nobody could see her.

Her tail twitched impatiently as she heard her father's disembodied croaking rattle around her skull, a little sliver of advice(?) he'd shared with her as an impling.

A little off the top won't hurt 'em, Barbie-Girl..

Most of the fuckers coming in had more money than they knew what to do with, losing a twenty or two would be chump change. Plus she still was doing the job given to her.

All that changed was how long her hands stayed near the coat pockets, and even then, it would be damn hard to really catch her.

And she hadn't been caught before..

Once the tidal wave of coats had finally calmed down to a trickle of stray garments here and there, she began step two of her plan.

She borrowed three sheer scarves off of the coat racks, two in complimenting shades of purples, and a sort of night-sky looking one with little sparkles in the fabric. Barbie made quick work tying the purple ones together as a braided belt which she tied loosely around her waist, accenting the skinny black dress she'd slept in for two days with a bit of billow. She draped the navy-sky scarf over her shoulders and, with a satisfied little twirl in the coat hall mirror, she strutted out into the main club, grabbed up a tray of passable hors d'oeuvres, tail swishing to and fro as she started to inspect who all had come to the swankiest fuck-club in town to bid on hotties..