#Hotel Stories: Drabbles

[hotelofheroines]

Charlie's Stress Relief // Charlie and Vaggie

Charlie groaned and shambled into the room she shared with Vaggie, her girlfriend following behind her. “Babe, it’s alright. It’s just a bad day. We can start fresh tomorrow.” Vaggie said in her best soothing voice, her hands gently clasping onto Charlie’s shoulders for support and to give a little massage for the stress.

Charlie took a deep breath to calm herself, lowering her anxiety from the latest high-publicity act that Angel did in contrast to the goals of the hotel. She did let out a little moan as she breathed from Vaggie’s massage, her shoulders sinking out as it helped her relax. “Mmm, you’re right. I’m just tired and under a lot of pressure. Maybe we should just call it a day and put out the fires tomorrow.”

Vaggie grinned and nodded, leading Charlie over to the couch and sitting her down. “You know…I can think of another way to help you calm down and relax~ It’ll help you sleep~” She cooed, kissing Charlie on the cheek before looking in her eyes and giving her another on the lips.

“Hehe. That’s sweet, Vaggie. But I’m not sure if I’m in the mood.” Charlie sighed, reaching up to caress Vaggie’s cheek with a gentle smile.

Vaggie chuckled and placed her hand on top of Charlie’s, turning her head to kiss her palm tenderly. “It couldn’t hurt, could it?” She asked, leaning forward to give Charlie another passionate kiss, beginning to straddle Charlie’s lap. “I promise to do that thing with my tongue that you like~” She offered with a sly grin, pressing herself further against Charlie to entice her more.

Charlie was slightly panting already, Vaggie’s advances making her heart quicken a little. And Vaggie was right: that did sound nice. “Okay. Just stay here for a minute.” She urged, her hands reaching around to Vaggie’s back before leaning in to start kissing her. Vaggie grinned breathily as they began to intimately make out, before her hands got to work unbuttoning Charlie’s shirt. With them being to closely pressed against each other and being distracted from the kissing, it took her a few minutes but Charlie’s chest was soon exposed and being groped and caressed. Vaggie’s grin returned as she started thumbing Charlie’s erect nipples, but a chuckle was cut off from a moan she let out from grinding herself on Charlie’s thigh. Vaggie knew that she’d be the one cumming if she didn’t get to work soon.

With gasp and several pants, Vaggie was able to pull herself away, breaking a line of saliva between the two’s lips. She let out a shudder as she realized how wet she was already, her panties sticking to her, but tonight wasn’t about her pleasure. She’d have to ask Charlie to help her out tomorrow or something. But for now, she climbed down off Charlie’s lap to kneel in front of her and the couch. As Vaggie’s hands took opened Charlie’s belt and pants, she bit her lip and looked up at Charlie: open shirt, heaving chest, and clearly eager for what Vaggie was about to do. Vaggie pulled Charlie’s panted down to just above her knee because that was all she needed. Placing hands in the crooks of the knees, Vaggie lifted Charlie’s legs up and nestled her face in between Charlie’s thighs.

Charlie mewled as Vaggie put her tongue to work against her clit, her legs beginning to tremble in Vaggie’s hands. Circles, lines, and letters all danced across her sex as Vaggie dutifully serviced her girlfriend. Charlie was not at all quiet as she enjoyed Vaggie eating her out, groping her own breasts as she let out gasps, shudders, and moans. It was a good thing that the hotel was empty enough that the two had the penthouse to themselves because anybody within a one-floor radius would hear Charlie as she got louder and louder, feeling her orgasm building and surging through her as Vaggie relentlessly licked her royal pussy. There wasn’t any desperation or hesitancy in Vaggie’s technique, no change of pace or form; she knew what Charlie liked and she was on a mission that she would complete.

Finally Charlie let out a deep scream as her body began shaking and convulsing, her orgasm hitting her hard. She reached down and grabbed Vaggie’s head to push her closer, needing more as she road out her climax. With one more shudder, Charlie fell back into the cushions of the couch, panting heavily and gazing at the ceiling absently. She was quick to regain herself, but being light-headed and worry free for a bit was nice. “Mmmmm~ Thanks, Vaggie. You were right. I really needed that.” Charlie admitted with a blissful sigh. She fell back against the cushions and closed her eyes, but when Vaggie tried to pull away, Charlie’s head remained on her head and wouldn’t let her.  “Mmm! Uh-uh. Stay down there. More please~!” She urged, a smug grin on her face as she pushed Vaggie back down so that her girlfriend’s lips were firmly against her pussy. She let out a cute whine as she felt those lips part and the tongue press against her again. Hell would freeze over before Vaggie ever “no” to eating Charlie out.

[yandereunsolved]

— 💉 Yandere Sally Mckenna 💉 —

"My baby, tell me you love me. Please, please, I beg. You love me. You love me. You love me. Tell me you love me."

"Y-You killed me."

"God damn it! I did it because I love you. Tell me you love me. That thing will come and hurt you if you don't."

"I-I love you."

"Such a sweet little thing. You only have to be in the mattress a little bit longer. I just have to make sure that you won't leave me first. This is a safe place. This is our place. A place where no one can take you away. No one. Not ever~" 

( @coentinim @bluerthanvelvet @briaroftheroses )

[tanema123]

Managed to finish one drawing for now. Here we got dark fairy Zestial and Human Carmilla au.... I also wrote a short story.

Lost and found

Why has this happened to her?

Carmilla has been running frantically through the tangled tree branches. The trees surrounding her were as ominous and untamed as the place itself. The dark forest.

She should have known this might happen when she moved here. Her daughters have ventured somewhere, inside the forest.

The house she stayed at was just at the edge, too tempting and alluring for her young ones, who are as curious as any children were. Clara and Odette.

She shouted out their names in now strained voice. She has been calling out to them for hours, hoping to receive some sign, some sound, some hope.

Just as she was about to lose her hope completely, she noticed a light in the distance and some soft whispers. Thinking, it was her daughter, she ran to it.

She came upon a strange sight. There. In the middle of a dark forest... Was a green clearing of soft grass. The air was cleaner as well, making it easier for her tired lungs to breathe. Though the atmosphere itself was intriguing, it wasn't as much as what stood in the middle of it all.

An old tree, almost as big as a castle was rising up to the sky, getting lost in the clouds. How come no one ever noticed this? This should be visible from even beyond the forest? What kind of magic spell was this? Even more, are her children here?

She ignores her confusion and worry to continue the search. She gotta find her kids. She pushed her feet forward onto the grass, towards the tree while calling out their names.

As she inspected the giant tree, she noticed a huge hole, surrounded by dark green vines. Just as she took a step forward to inspect the hole, a purple light came from it.

A purple mass collected in the middle of it and started to spread across the opening, till a portal was formed. Carmilla could only stare in wonder at what was occurring, confused beyond belief, that is, until something came through.

A dark figure emerged. He was taller than her, with a coat dropped over his shoulders that covered his skinny, skeleton-like body. His head resembled a skull with a massive jaw tattered with teeth. But, the most ominous thing wasn't any of that... It was his eyes, 2 pairs of luminescent green, glowing in the night.

Carmilla's eyes widened at the sight. She knew who he was. She was warned about him when they moved here, but thought it was just a fairy tale spread by the local village.

There is a dark creature that resides in a forest. The dark fae. He wasn't always like that. That is until a hunter came and took his wings. Hunter has not been seen since and the creature has decided that all of humanity is doomed. Anyone who ever entered after the incident into his domain, disappeared without a trace.

Have her daughters come here? Were they taken? She has to get them back! Glaring at the creature she took a fighting stance, memories from her knight days sinking in.

The creature turned it's head to the side in a confusing manner. It's eyes seemed to soften as he scanned Carmilla standing nearby. He opened his mouth and surprisingly, english words started to pour out.

"Holla th're, fair maiden. What hast hath brought thee h're to mine own domain"

Carmilla's eyes widened in a bit of surprise. His voice was deep, husky, but he didn't sound dangerous. What is going on here? Shouldn't he have already attacked?

She lowered her stance, but stayed on alert. She wouldn't answer this question. This creature's intent is still unknown. Instead she glared, assessing him down once more.

The creature looks at her even more curiously now. He really is confusing.

"Wherefore aren't thee afeard?", he asked while tilting his head even more. She raised her eyebrow at him. What kind of Dark Fae was this? Carmilla barely responded due to weirdness of this situation, "Huh?".

"Nay math'r. Art thee looking f'r the girls?", he said while lowering his head towards her slightly. Why is he sounding more and more like a small puppy?

Carmilla decided he is not a threat for now. He does seem frightening on the outside, but... His stance, his manners, his speech... This creature is not what he seems.

She answers truthfully, as she needs to know about the girls. "Yes... Have you seen them?"

He smiled, she thinks, as his jaw does rise on the sides, as he re-enters the portal. Just a few seconds later, he emerges, holding two sleeping girls in his arms. Carmilla sighed in relief knowing her daughters were safe.

The creature took a couple of steps before lowering them to the ground. Their sleeping forms snuggled together immediately upon contact to the ground.

He retreated back to the portal quickly. Seems like the fae knew Carmilla isn't comfortable being too close to him. He does seem to have some experience with humans.

Carmilla quickly rushed to her daughters, easily picking Clar and Odette in her arms. Little 8 year old twins were just coddling up to their mother, their slumber unbroken. Camilla smiled at the sight of her daughters, kissing each stop of their blond heads.

She went to thank the Fae, but... He was already gone. With him the purple portal disappeared as well, leaving only the empty hole in its wake.

Carmilla couldn't do anything else but go home, so she did. She stumbled through the dark forest, slowly with her daughters in her arms.

Somehow, the trip home was extremely short, just a couple of mere minutes. As she entered her home, and put her daughters in their own beds she wondered if it was his doing...

The mysterious dark Fae that everyone warned her about... Yet has helped her so graciously and easily. She signed as she sat on her bed, pondering over the previous events.

How come he helped her?

Was it just a coincidence? Or was it an attempt of some kind? A deceit to get her to trust him? But... If that was the case, he would have already made a move.

Fae are powerful creatures. Stories describing them always mention how tricky and cunning they are. Powers they hold are unknown, but anyone that gets on their bad end never lives to see another day.

She finally laid down fully, exhaustion hitting her hard. The last thing she thought of, before her eyes fully closed, were of the Fae that helped her... Would she ever see him again?

[soundcrusher]

This guy HAS some sort of floating ability, or some shit. I don't believe that he's just held up by robe around his wrist, elbow, knee and ankle.

Like, where's the safety in that!?!

[kittenwalker]

new (james march) x (maid!reader)

notes : after doing so many evan’s one shots i think it’s finally time for a james one. Also if you have requested for something, don’t worry i’m not ignoring it. It’s currently in the works of it so yea sorry if i still haven’t wrote your request. Anyways enjoyyy 💗

A little simple job application became something bigger

She knew this was wrong

She knows that she shouldn’t be doing it

But she couldn’t resist

Y/n couldn’t help but slowly clean and dust James's room so she could stay longer in his presence. Instead of falling for an actual human and decent person, she fell for James Patrick March. A murderer, a ghost and a psychopath. But even after she learned those secrets about him, her love for him didn’t budge. His dark hair, style, pencil moustache and voice are what really drew Y/n in more.

A shade of pink would always go over her cheeks when James spoke to her, her stomach doing flips as it happens. Sometimes she would even daze out halfway, looking at him, while dusting the shelves. Something would always blossom in her heart just at the thought or sight of Y/n’s boss. Y/n thought back to the time when she had just finished cleaning some bloody sheets and was going to take her lunch break. As she walked through the halls she stumbled across James, a strand of his black hair being out of place caught her attention.

Without a second thought, she walked towards him and stuck down that piece of hair. Realisation struck her at what she had just done. She expected to be yelled at, pushed away or worse, fired as James hated being touched. But to her surprise, he thanked her while gently placing a kiss on her cheek before disappearing. Leaving her frozen in the middle of the corridor, not wanting to wash away the moment.

Y/n continued to fall more in love with James, every thought she had was about him, and every word she talked with her friends was about him. Her mind was just clouded with James Patrick March. Until a blonde-headed woman appeared beside James, she looked expensive and modest. Very ladylike and filled with confidence, her appearance screamed money. Unlike you, a poor 19 year old who is working as a maid. Y/n overheard the conversation and it just shattered her heart into pieces.

" My dearest, I hope you had a splendid dinner. See you during the next one, and do remember you could always request for more than once a month. " Y/n heard the faint sounds of James' voice

" Now James, we have agreed to only meet once a month. " the ravishing lady spoke

Their conversation ended with James kissing her hand and saying goodbye. Y/n saw him look up and she quickly hid behind a wall, weeping silently to herself.

She soon found out who that lady was, the countess also known for being James’s wife. After finding out he already had a partner, she spent less time cleaning up his room as he was always present there having a smoke. Y/n would do what was necessary and leave instead of staring at him in between her sweeping. She would also usually initiate a conversation to break the dense air and make it easier for her to breathe. But now it was always James trying to get a word out of her, asking Y/n how her day was. She would reply with either one word or one sentence, nothing longer or shorter. Y/n pulled the distance between each other further apart so she wouldn’t need to break her heart any longer.

But little did she know, this only infuriated James even more.

-

Ever since James had hired Y/n, he had his eyes glued on her 24/7. She was just beautiful and had these delicate features of hers that made him absolutely fall onto his knees for Y/n. In his mind, he thought she was the most perfect woman he had ever laid eyes on. Oh, but did he feel things when he first saw her wearing the maid’s uniform.

-

James sat on his chair while reading a newspaper with a cigarette pipe in his mouth. His attention moved to Y/n as she entered his room, shyly waiting at the door for instructions. James’s gaze lowered down to her attire and how scandalous she looked. The black dress fell above her knees, paired with some black stockings and her white apron. His imagination was interrupted when Y/n coughed to get his attention.

" Ah right you’re here, you can start by dusting the shelves. " he said pointing to the many shelves in the room.

Y/n simply nodded and went to work. While she was dusting the shelves, James couldn’t withstand the urge to not look at her when she squatted or tipped-toe to get to the bottom and top rows. The newspaper he was reading was already long forgotten, being replaced with the beautiful view in front of him. James dazed off, thinking about all the things he wants to do for her. He would do anything she requested, he even wants to wake up next to her, kiss her hand, and have nightly dinner with her.

This was the moment when he discovered he was falling in love again

-

By the time when Y/n came in regularly, she had James wrapped around her finger. James was obsessed with her, knowing every one of her habits. Every time he hears heels clicking, his thoughts would immediately go to Y/n. The way she walks, her scent, her laugh, her voice, how many times she would loop her rubber band around her hair. All of it was imprinted into James’s mind. He would even find any excuse to bring up Y/n into the conversation, like complimenting her cleaning skills, how she was never late to her shifts, and many more. Slowly all his thoughts were just flooded by Y/n, no matter what he did his mind would be preoccupied with her. He would try to touch her with every chance he had without trying to cross the line of infidelity, even if it was just picking something out of her hair.

During one of the countess and James’s dinner nights, he looked at his darling wife and regretted having such thoughts of another woman. He never wanted to cheat or be unfaithful to his queen so he tried to distance himself from Y/n. Trying his best to ignore her presence whenever she entered the room. Not looking up at her whenever she asked a question or keeping his answers short.

But of course his plans fell short, he didn’t even last a day.

-

As days passed, James started to get more irritated. Seeing how she would leave after her shifts and hang out with her group of friends that included boys. Especially when he could tell that Y/n was getting more distant from him. He only wanted Y/n to be his, to be able to call her his. Today is when James is going to break his urge and make them come true. He has thought about it with his wife in the picture, and he realised that she had so many affairs so why couldn’t he have his fun?

-

You were dreading your shift today as it was the time of the day to clean James’s room. You have been succeeding in avoiding him so far and that’s good even though all you wanted to do was kiss him. You knocked three times until you heard James’s permission to come in, walking inside onto the carpeted floor. You quickly got to work so you could get out as fast as possible. Humming a tune to distract yourself from his daunting presence, but as you were dusting the top shelf a sudden touch scared you.

Two hands engulfed your waist and spun you around to face him, pushing your body closer against him so now you were staring straight into his eye. Your heartbeat raced and your eyes widened, goosebumps covering your body. You just froze there, looking at James while his gaze wandered to your lips. Realising what he was staring at, a coat of pink flushed your cheeks making James chuckle.

" I didn’t know I was capable of making you feel this way darling. " he grinned

" Trust me, James, you make me feel way more than this all the time. " you whispered

After hearing your confession, James smashed his lips onto yours. Sucking the air out of you, making a whimper come out of you. He continued sucking on your lips until they were all red and plump, breaking apart to breathe and then diving onto your neck immediately. He sucked on your neck, making hickies to mark you as his. Licking over the skin to soothe all the suction and biting that James has been doing.

" J-James how a-about y-your wife "

" Darling, don't worry about her, all I want is you right now. "

You listened to him and removed her from your thoughts, replacing them with hungry James. He pulled the duster out of your grip and threw it onto the floor. Whispering something into your ear that made you so delighted.

" Forget about your cleaning darling, you’re going to be busy with something else. "

" Like what? "

" Me, darling "

[taintandviolent]

Burning Memory (JPM, DRABBLE)

Prompt was a shuffled song, and a colour!

Burning Memory - Silver (TW: brief mention of murder!)

The lucite bangles clanked together as Liz brought her hand to her face. “He’s… not present. A burning memory has taken all his time lately. ”

James’ eyes were glazed over; watching the shimmering silver sequins of her dress as they swayed back and forth like cattails in the breeze. He inhaled, and tilted his head, as though responding to the visual in real time. A single tendril of smoke rose as the cigarette in his holder went unattended.

“Did he have a big, nasty fight with Countess? Aw.” Sally asked, feigning every ounce of real sympathy she could.

Liz scoffed. “Oh no, sweetheart. Oh no. Another woman. One that got away.”

Sally loved stories. She loved stories, especially when they ended in gut ripping pain. She reached for the pack of cigarettes on the counter, finagling one out with her index finger. Liz had the lighter ready for her.

“A party he hosted here once. I don’t know the gal’s name, but what does that matter? She came, and James was infatuated. Looked at her like DaVinci or Botticelli looked at a woman they knew they were going to immortalise.” Sally passed Liz the cigarette, who took a drag and returned it. She exhaled through the side of her mouth before continuing.

“What he’s said is that someone else killed her before he could. Same night he’d planned to. And the real tragedy?”

Sally leaned forward, drawing in the corner of her lip.

“She died two blocks from the Hotel. Shot her in the backseat of the taxi.”

[bubblegumm0th]

Hello!

I’ve noticed the Hazbin fandom is lowkey dying out so I’ve decided to finally start posting and creating drabbles/one shots here!

I’m still relatively new to this app so posting may be a little weird because I’m not used to the layout, but I’m giving it a shot!

So Hazbin isn’t the only fandom I can write for!

Here are some other fandoms I’m in that I’m willing to write!

<3 Slashers/Horror movie icons

<3 Helluva boss

<3 The hobbit

<3 Star Wars

<3 Supernatural

<3 Sherlock

<3 Marvel

<3 DC

<3 Hellboy (I don’t see enough love for these movies)

<3 FNAF

<3 The last of us

<3 RWBY

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🚨For the Hazbin drabbles and everything I will NOT be writing romantic/sexual ones for Alastor. As much as I love his character, writing romantic/sexual stories for him isn’t something I’m willing to do considering how he’s canonically aro/ace. Platonic I will absolutely do!🚨

🚨I will also not be writing ones for Valentino. I genuinely get the ick from his character. If you like him good on you but I do not. His design is cool. His personality makes me want to vomit🚨

Apart from those two characters. I do have limits on what I can write topic wise

Pedophilia, Incest, Rape/Sexual assault are hard no’s. It can be mentioned for backstory stuff if you wish to request something with that. But an actual story on it will be a hard no on my part

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X Reader stuff will always be Gender neutral because I want everyone to feel included when it comes to the stories I write!

If you have any requests and/or questions please feel free to ask! I’m always willing to answer!

[the-blind-geisha]

Tome of the Damned - Chapter 1

It was a radio like any other, only it felt and looked more like an antique than anything. All she knew from this rather rotund looking man with an accent was that it was a gift to her from somewhere below—whatever that meant. Even if it came from a complete and total stranger, she couldn't pass up a gift such as this. For whatever reason, the item felt as though it called to her in some way.

Placing it perfectly right near her writing chair on the small desk that could only fit the antique and a lamp, she prepared to settle down for the evening. It had been a long day and even the desire to skip out on showering was an option she juggled back and forth in her mind until making a decision.

It was late and she couldn't deny her exhaustion from dealing with the emotional agony of her job. Physical exhaustion would have been one thing, but the mental anguish was on a whole other level. She felt very underappreciated in her line of work.

The aggressive rain that night was her lullaby to a peaceful slumber… or at least, so she assumed.

A noise unfamiliar to her buzzed in the background of the room, making her curious as to who or what was making that sound till a voice labored by static called out to her.

“Salutations, my dear!”

Hearing such a chipper and (seemingly) welcoming tone call out to her from the old radio, she found herself lying in bed trying to discern if this was a dream or not. There was a pause shortly after this man’s greeting, making her curious if she even heard what she thought she had.

“Can you hear me? I’ve been dying to meet you.” There was a weird glitching noise accompanying the vocals in the second part of his speech, making the tone go from welcoming to almost eerie. 

Adrenaline raked through her body, making her shoot upright in bed. “Who-Who’s there?!”

“You are unaware of who I am? Well, that’s a pity. I’ve heard a lot about you for many years now.”

Chapter 1

[funnywormz]

please  “you know when i was little, i always thought my toys would come alive when i’m not around like they would in Toy Story. i still think they do.”  but with howner lol

"You know, when I was little, I always thought my toys would come alive when I wasn't around like they do in Toy Story. Sometimes I still think they do."

"What?"

She's grinning at him. Blood trickles down from the gash in her skull to stain her teeth red. It's not a friendly smile. She's mocking him, speaking of things he doesn't understand. He grunts softly. "When were you ever little? You're not a guest. And I certainly can't imagine you playing with toys."

In the past he wouldn't have dared to be this blunt with her, for fear of her wrath. She just laughs at him, her eyes twinkling. "Oh, there's plenty you don't know about me, dear. And I still play with toys!" Her hands snake around his arm, her fingers long, nails like claws. Her voice deepens to a purr. "You and the others are like my little toys, of course."

There's no argument or rebuttal to be made, so he just grumbles. His heart still beats in his chest, fluttering like a caged bird, and he can feel his face flushing with heat. Usually he resents his decay, but he resents this even more. Especially since he knows she notices it.

"I suppose we're your toys come to life, then?"

"Oh darling, I wouldn't exactly call it life." She giggles. "And anyway, you can't really be anywhere where I'm not, where I can't see you, so it's not really an apt comparison... I wonder what would happen if I left you somewhere that I couldn't see..."

It's not a question, and certainly not one posed to him. The more he thinks about it, the more he's unsure that he can even comprehend being somewhere that she isn't. He has only ever existed under her gaze, inside of her. Part of her, yet separate, a cold reflection of her own vibrant deadly starlight.

"You know, I can't always keep track of myself. Perhaps somewhere there's a version of you I can't see, and maybe he does come to life outside of my gaze." Her voice is quiet. He wets his lips with his tongue, unsure how to respond, or if a response is even required of him. Her blood is soaking his suit, now. It's warm...

"... I'm just a toy, though. This version of me." He ventures.

"Perhaps. I think so, dear." Her eyes refocus on him and she pouts in faux sympathy, patting his arm. "Don't worry yourself too much about it, OK? I can't have you fretting yourself into an existential crisis."

She giggles again. Whatever strange thoughtful moment it was that had passed over her, it's gone again now. "You don't even know what Toy Story is, do you? Perhaps I should let you three watch a film or two sometime. It could be good for you. Give you something to relate to the guests over."

"I would rather not... Relate to the guests." His lip curls in disgust at the thought. "And where are the other two? Usually the Manager would be at her desk, but she's..." He looks around. He hadn't even thought about where he was before now, or the appearance of the lobby, but suddenly he's noticing it, like the world is coming into focus around him.

The lobby is a large wooden room tonight, with stone floors and a crackling hearth in a brick fireplace. The walls are lined with shelves. He can't see a desk, or a closet door. The realisation sends a cold shiver down his spine, one he can't fully explain. All along the shelves, dolls and toys stare down at him. They're completely still, and yet there is intent behind those beady eyes which twinkle in the firelight.

Her blood on his suit has gone cold.

She isn't beside him anymore. She's perched in a decadent armchair by the fireplace, her blood running down the armrests. Below her, on the stony floor, three dolls stand in a circle. He hates himself for it but he pads quietly to her side, like a loyal dog.

The dolls are nutcrackers, with staring eyes and huge teeth and fluffy beards glued to their wooden skin. As he watches, they shift and creak and begin to walk.

Soon they're stiffly marching up and down in bodies which were not made for movement, and yet move regardless. The wood of their bodies buckles and cracks, shedding splinters on the ground. Their jaws clack and judder with the movement.

"Why do you make them walk?" He says, suddenly, in a voice so quiet and distant it almost surprises him. "Why not let them just be toys?"

She turns to face him. She's rotting now. Her blood is coming in intermittent thick black spurts, and her lower jaw is slack, her blue dress slick with fluid and loose around her caving body. Dimly he is aware of his own decay setting in. His skin is shrivelling and pulling away from his teeth, his hair falling to his feet to expose the ivory of his skull. He can hear her speaking, but her jaw doesn't move.

"I think it's fun when they move, darling. It's entertaining."

The wooden legs of one of the nutcrackers snap under its unnatural movement, and it falls. It jitters and writhes on the ground, like a beetle stuck on its back.

"Can't you see it's hurting them, though?" He bristles. His own legs are beginning to crumble under his weight and he grips the armchair to stay upright. "Why would you give life to something that wasn't made for it, something that can't cope with it?"

Slowly she reaches over to him, stroking his cheek gently. "Oh, dear..."

Her face splits into a grin. His vision tunnels, fading into blackness. "Because it's ever so fun to watch them break, of course."

[l-pandamatic-l]

MY UPDATED 2023 Request List As of June 5, 2023, I am accepting requests from the following fandoms:

Spiderverse

Marvel

DC

Back 2 The Future

StarWars

SouthPark

HarryPotter

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Helluva Boss

House In The Cerulean Sea

OHSHC

Land Of Stories

Mario Movie

[littlehell-painter]

The cold of the night was her only companion. Kalliope lay in a bed slightly smaller than her frame, under a thin blanket. It wasn't so bad, she thought. Laughter and the sound of something being distributed drifted through the door. It wasn’t Christmas, but they always did this—locking her in her room, pretending she didn’t exist. It wasn’t such a bad life, her thoughts insisted.

Now, from a different perspective, she could see her life had improved, even in hell. The isolation of her past seemed almost preferable to the hardship or hiding she faced now, yet somehow, it was better.

[yandereunsolved]

ᰔᩚ Yandere James Patrick March ᰔᩚ

"You killed me, you monster! Now I am stuck in this rotting hotel for all eternity— with you!"

"Monster? It sounds so obsence coming out of your mouth, love. Say it again."

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) x f!sinner reader Smut Masterlist✨

I thought it would be a good idea to put all of my short stories (and headcanons) for our favorite Short King in one post so they can be easily found! This will be updated if or when I write more! Thanks for all the love on these btw, I never expected this much engagement for a genre I’ve never written about, I appreciate all of you 😭💖

Headcanons

Lucifer Morningstar NSFW Headcanons

Lucifer Morningstar NSFW Alphabet

One Shots

His Queen

Opening Up

Sensitivity

Desperation

Feathers

Pretty Boy

Lucifer in Lingerie artwork by the lovely @yuckypuppie

Dress Up, Part 1: The Proposal

The Engagement Ring artwork by the lovely @myhornybrainonlyknowsthis

Teasing Lucifer artwork by the lovely @bat-boness

Dress Up, Part 2: The Ceremony

Lucifer and OC Cuddling Scene artwork by the lovely @sora-712

Lucifer and Husk at the bar artwork by the lovely @luci-lover-forever

Lucifer and OC Wedding Attire artwork by the lovely @sora-712

Kiss the Bride artwork by the lovely @yourlocalcryptidbee

Lucifer Wedding Attire artwork by the lovely @bat-boness

Dress Up, Part 3: The Honeymoon

Double Trouble artwork by the lovely @sora-712

Triple Trouble artwork by the lovely @sora-712

Dress Up, Part 4: The Anniversary

Meeting with Asmodeus artwork by the lovely @luci-lover-forever

Bucking Bronco based on this Cowboy Lucifer art by the lovely @bat-boness

Behind (Not So) Closed Doors

Lead Us Into Temptation

Snake Tongue artwork by the lovely @sora-712

Falling For You (Again) - Lucifer x f!fallen angel reader

His Forbidden Fruit - Angel!Lucifer x f!Huamn Reader

Angel Lucifer artwork by the lovely @the-other-soup

Lucifer and The First Woman artwork by the lovely @sora-712

All Dolled Up

These one shots are all on my AO3 account too!

My Ko-Fi

Asks/Drabbles

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy (short dialogue segments) - NSFW

Cowgirl Imp OC artwork by the lovely @fluffypinkpillows

Lucifer w/ reader who's never received oral before - NSFW

Full Body Length Mirror - NSFW

Lucifer w/ an ace/sex repulsed reader - NSFW

Lucifer w/ a virgin reader - NSFW

Foreplay w/ Lucifer - NSFW

Reader catching Lucifer touching himself to them - See "Behind (Not So) Closed Doors" for a full short story - NSFW

Lucifer w/ a devout reader (corruption kink) - See "Lead Us Into Temptation" for a full short story - NSFW

Lucifer loves reader's laugh - SFW

Lucifer w/ a shy s/o who has a hard time taking compliments - SFW

Lucifer w/ a bigger s/o - NSFW

Lucifer w/ reader who isn't as ready as previously thought - NSFW

Lucifer and the love languages- SFW

Lucifer w/ an s/o with scars - SFW

Lucifer doesn’t know he’s on a date - SFW

Lucifer in a rut - NSFW

Lucifer loses his s/o in an accident- Angst

Lucifer x reader in heat - NFSW

Lucifer x reader in his penthouse - NSFW

Lucifer tries to hide his demonic traits -Hurt/Comfort (slightly spicy)

Lucifer x reader dry humping/thigh rubbing - NSFW

Lucifer turns cockwarming against you - NSFW

Lucifer x virgin reader - Loving One Night Stand -NSFW/Slight Angst

Lucifer x Reader - Markings - NSFW

Lucifer x Insecure!Reader - NSFW

Lucifer x Reader - Sleep Talking - NSFW

Lucifer x Reader - Impatient - NSFW

Lucifer x Reader - Chains - NSFW

Needy Lucifer x Reader - Morning Routine - NSFW

[cinnamon-galaxies]

I saw this post by @frostedclock-writes and someone in the comments requested a story about Alastor and reader battling about who's opening the door first. So here's a quick drabble:

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐬. 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐨𝐫

(Alastor x f!reader drabble)

Masterpost | Part Two | Part Three (by @frostedclock-writes) | Part Four | Masterlist | AO3

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You and Alastor walk side by side through the Hazbin Hotel, deep in conversation. As you both reach the end of the hallway leading to the parlor, your hands brush against each other while reaching for the door handle. A shiver runs down your spine, but instead of feeling giddy, you glance up to find Alastor narrowing his eyes at you, his crimson gaze fixed with a strange intensity, almost as if you had offended him.

He clears his throat and raises an eyebrow before reaching out again to open the door, but instead of grabbing the handle, his fingers land on yours.

"What–," he mutters, his eyes flicking between your hand and your face, narrowing further when he notices the grin spreading across your lips.

You chuckle. "Please, after you," you say, pushing the door open, gesturing for him to go first. But Alastor doesn’t budge. Instead, a shadow tendril snakes from the floor and nudges the door closed again.

"Oh, my dear," Alastor begins, shaking his head slightly. "It’s not proper for a lady to open the door for a man," he explains, gently moving your hand aside to reach for the handle himself.

"Excuse me?" You stare at him, the grin on your face fading into a sharp glare, feeling a twinge of offense at his rejection.

Alastor doesn’t flinch at your reaction. Ignoring your rising irritation, he opens the door himself, holding it open with an exaggerated flourish. "After you, my dear," he says smoothly, his voice laced with a teasing crackle through the radio filter, as if daring you to make an issue of it.

You stand your ground, shaking your head. "No."

Alastor raises an eyebrow, the confusion clear in his expression as he tilts his head, the static around him growing louder. "Pardon?"

"I said, no," you repeat firmly, your voice steady but laced with offense. "Why do you think it’s not proper for me to open the door for you?"

Alastor blinks, his ever-present smile tightening at the edges. "Because it’s a man’s duty to open the door for a lady."

"You know I’m perfectly capable of opening a door myself."

"It’s called 'chivalry', my dear," Alastor responds, his voice taking on that mockingly sweet tone he often uses when explaining something he considers obvious.

"And I can’t show you the same courtesy?"

"No."

"Why not?" you demand, frustration creeping into your voice.

Alastor’s smile widens, but there’s tension beneath it. "Because, my dear, I come from a time when a man was expected to treat a woman kindly, to be… gentlemanly."

You cross your arms, staring up at him. "And I can’t treat you kindly?"

Alastor’s eyes flicker with an emotion you can’t quite place. "It’s not about that."

"Then what is it about?" you challenge, stepping closer. "If it’s not kindness, what is it?"

"It’s about tradition," Alastor says, his tone growing firmer, as if that single word should be enough to explain everything.

"And what if I don’t care about your tradition?"

For a moment, the air between you is thick with tension. Alastor's smile falters ever so slightly, the radio crackling softly as if even he is struggling to find the right words.

"Then," he says slowly, his voice lower, almost dangerous, "I suppose we’re at an impasse."

[tmwcs]

Baby Fever

Warnings: breeding kink, rough smut implied, smut-ish stuff, some minor choking, smut talk (breeding smut talk...if yk...yk). MDNI this is only for the grownups (18+).

Authors note: this drabble is canon to the HHP storyline > : ) I had this in mind for a few days and wanted to quickly draft it for yall to hold you guys off until the treat comes out this weekend 😉

What a gorgeous morning it was; the sun beaming brightly and the fresh, crisp Spring air filled with the chirping of birds, and the newborn flowers blooming in greeting. You woke up alone, figuring Heeseung was downstairs in the kitchen, considering the minor commotion you overheard from the bedroom. You got up and figured that on the first day of Spring, what better way to greet your lover than to wear the dress that he absolutely loved seeing you in. It was a purple mini floral, rather form fitting despite the subtle empire waist line, which gently showed a hint of your curves. The front had a stringed, lace front that tied the scoop neck line together, cradling your breasts and proposing the faint curves of your cleavage. It was both sexy, and pretty, especially when paired with sheer, black, thigh-high stockings, edged with a beautifully elegant damask pattern that subtly hid beneath the hem of your short dress. Your hair was left freely down, since that was the way he always preferred you wore it. He loved your hair.

Every single night, he would run his fingers through your strands, rubbing them together to savor the silkiness of the texture. He never cared to use a brush because it took away the pleasure of feeling that softness of your locks. The way he would drape the length of your strands over his knuckles and rub it against his cheek, inhaling the floral scent of your shampoo, which always ended with him leaning in to suck on the back of your neck. If anyone should think that his behavior with your hair is absurd, you wonder what they would think when he looks into your eyes, or take his time to feel your skin...guess that will be saved for another story.

After conducting your morning hygiene, you walk down the stairs. Gripping on the ball tip of the large banister, you playfully swung your way around to face the open view of the kitchen and dining area, immediately making eye contact with Heeseung.

He smiles as he stands on the opposite end of the large kitchen island, with his palms plastered on the surface top and leaned over just slightly over a mug, more than likely containing his favorite coffee drink. He was dressed all in black, a black fitted tee, lightly tucked in black fashionable fitted cargo pants, with a black hat. The lines located at the corner of his lips was all that the bill of his headpiece would allow you to see as he smirks upon seeing you enter the kitchen.

"Oh, y/n! It's so good to see you."

Shocked by the voice from the side, you turn to view over shoulder and saw Steve, one of the frat tenants that lived with Heeseung and the other roommates.

"Hi Steve. When did you come back from vacation?" you ask with a delicate smile as you greet him, when a young woman appears from behind him with a small bundle locked in her arms. "I got back last night, it was so late and I didn't want to wake anyone so I stayed at a hotel. But, let me introduce my sister, she just had a baby two months ago and was in town so I decided to bring her over to meet everyone."

You smile gleefully as you greeted Steve's sister. "Oh nice to meet you." you delicately spoke as she does the same. "It's nice to meet you, your y/n, right? Steve was just introducing me to Ethan and mentioned you, it's so good to meet you."

Your peripherals caught on to Heeseung remaining stagnant in his stance, eyeballing you, Steve, and his sister, Lauren. He takes a sip out of his cup, his eyes never breaking away from you.

"How far along in college are you?" Lauren asks, in which you respond sweetly as you both continue talking about college life. Heeseung remained as he always did when around other people, a bit standoffish and quiet, glaring over and keeping an eye on you. At least he was being a bit more pleasant since he knew Steve, being roommates under the same roof for years now. It was typical, everyone, including the frat tenants, all knew that Heeseung "Ethan" became a walking malice since he began dating you, and it was evident that he cared for no one or anything other than you...you wonder what they would think if they ever knew that there indeed, was an "Ethan" entity that was more than just an english version of his birth name.

"Would you like to hold the baby?" Lauren gains your attention back as she presents her bundle of joy. "Oh...um sure." Cradling the small child, you held him tightly as you cupped him against your bosom. "Wow, you're so good with him." she remarks surprisingly as she straightens her dress and heads to the bathroom to freshen up.

That was to be expected. With all the time spent babysitting for your neighbors while in high school, you were quite used to holding and handling a newborn baby. You sat down on the dining chair and laid the baby against your chest, gently patting and rubbing his back, all the while he drifted off with his head nestled against the crevice of your cleavage.

"Looks like you're ready to be a mom." Steve joked aloud, meanwhile Heeseung kept sipping on his coffee, occasionally eyeing you from the corner of his sharp gaze.

"Noooo." you chuckled out. "I used to babysit for my neighbors, they had a baby that I would look after often." You explained, keeping eye contact on the baby's soft head as you gently palmed the back of it, rubbing the tip of your nose against it.

After some time went by, Steve and Lauren departed to spend a day in the old town, leaving you and Heeseung alone in the frat house. With all the other tenants away to enjoy the ongoing Spring festivals, the house was completely empty, and would be that way for the entire day.

"Can we go out for a walk?" you ask as Steve and Lauren walked out the door. Heeseung gently sets down his cup and issues a subtle nod. "Okay, I'm going to get my phone." you smiled out as you walked up the stairs, with him slowly following close by. Guess he needed to get something from upstairs as well.

He opens the door for you, a traditional habit, and allows you to walk in first. Halfway in the room, you barely caught your breath as you felt a sudden shift in motion with a firm lock around your waist. Nearly levitating you from off the ground, Heeseung swooped, and flung you on his bed, following suit and hovering over your body as you turn to face him. You stutter out a gasp from shock as your hair lays in a massive spread, with a few delicate strands across your face. There, you were met face to face with the devil.

His eyes dark, and his smirk was devious, but you could tell by the minor shine in his iris, he didn't swap over to his other side. The bill of his hat kept the shadow to grace over his face as he stares down. With one hand gripping your shoulder, the other reaches up and starts to pull the string tie at the front of your dress. He pulls, dreadfully slow as you feel the flap of your scoop neckline coming undone; one by one, he pulls each string until the opening was completely loosened. Your nipples peek from beneath the expanded laced string as your dress holds its remaining form. The hem was rolled slightly up from the swing of his strength when he threw you on the bed, exposing those thigh high stockings in full. Chuckling deeply, he pulls the last string on your dress as he spoke out in a shallow tone. "Does my girl want to be a mommy?"

You shook your head subtly. You were just being helpful, there was no way you thought about having children, besides, it was far too early considering you were still in your first year of college, not to mention you were still on birth control.

"N-no..."

"Mm...I think you do." he responds in an antagonizing manner and gently shifts the pieces of hair away from your face. He props himself steady with his palm plastered on your collarbone, and raising his body to rests on his knee caps. There, he takes advantage of your already spread thighs, and reaches in under your dress to scoot your lace panties off to the side. Once you were completely exposed to the cool air, he reaches in and with flickering fingertips, he tickles the sensitive flesh in between your plush folds. You gasp and moan out soft giggles, as did he. With a dark chuckle and biting down his lip, he remains propped to display the full sight of his abdominal region, where you admired the view of his hand reaching down, gently unzipping his black trousers, and his strong veiny hands fishing out the massive and swollen muscle that caused you to gasp at the mere sight of it. You reached up, grabbing onto his forearm as he remained on your collarbone, feeling his thumb swiping over the contours of the bone. Anticipating for what he was going to do, you felt yourself riddling with a burning sense of desire and passion.

You watched as the girth of his shaft and the bulbous tip disappear under the material of your dress as he leans in, and feeds it through, piercing your fleshy barrier until it finally makes its way in. He buries his face into the crook of your neck and speaks against your skin, "no more taking birth control."

"Uh...uh huh...."

"I wanna hear you say it."

"I-I'll get....get off it..."

"Let me take care of you....let me fuck you."

"Mm...mmhmm..."

He raises his form and once more, he props himself up by the extension of his forearm and palm planted beside your head on the bedspread. With his strong hand, he raises it as the tips of his fingers drag along your skin. Gently, with his fingers gracefully wrapping around your throat, he gives a faint squeeze, just enough to make you gasp a separate moan. With a dark and devilishly handsome smile, he gleams under the shadow of his hat; there it was...that eerie and rather handsome smile of malice and passion formulates on that face of his.

"Ready?"

You nod somewhat hesitantly. Bracing for intense pleasure, you knew all too well what was about to come, especially when feeling the throbbing sense of his tip as it barely lies inside you. "Y-yes...yes daddy..." you whispered, grabbing hold of his wrist as you prepare for a momentum that is unlike anything this world could replicate.

"Yeah?...come here, let’s do this, mommy."

> : )

[sweetestcaptainhughes]

hiii! can i get a #47 (I thought it was a one-night-stand...and now we’re married…) with Quinn?

I am so sorry this took me like a week to answer. But yes of course I love writing little blurbs for Quinn. Also another person requested this prompt with Quinn but wanted smut, so I hope you don't mind I put them together.

Drabble Challenge Drabble Masterlist

"I thought it was a one-night-stand... and now we're married...."

Quinn couldn't keep his eyes off of you since he saw you take your first step down the aisle. Now with you across the room from him at the reception he's having a hard time focusing on what Jack and his dad is talking about too focused on watching you across the room talking to a family member. He watches you smile and laugh as you listen to one of your aunties stories. All he can think about is that now your his wife and you have his name and for some reason that makes him feel warm inside. Then he glances down your backside, and sees how your dress hugs your curves in all the right places and now all he wants to do is steal you away and consummation the marriage. Not even giving his dad or brother an excuse he leaves them and heads to you with one goal in mind. Finally reaching you, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you towards him so that your back is against his chest. He says "excuse me ladies, but can I steal my wife for a dance." As soon as your aunt nods her head, he grabs your hand and starts pulling you against towards the dance floor, but he makes a sharp left towards the hallway with the bathrooms.

"wait I thought you wanted to dance Q?" you ask curious as to where he's taking you.

"we will. but after." he speaks soft against your ear kissing right below it before he continues to guide you down the hallway. It seems like he finally got what he was looking for when he stopped at a storage closest smiling when he realized it was unlocked. Pulling you in and closing the door, he quickly closed and locked the door behind him. He kissed you abruptly, as if he was scared he was going to run out of time. Pulling away slightly to catch your breath you whine his name, as his hands that are your neck try to close the gap of space between you again. His teeth gently nip at your bottom lip causing you to gasp in surprise allowing him to slip his tongue in your mouth taking complete control of the kiss.

His hands leave your neck moving down to your hips pulling you closer to him even through the layers of your fabric from your wedding dress you can still feel his hard cock forming causing you to gasp at the same time he says "please." in a soft voice.

"hmm" you respond still in a daze from the kiss. Going down to suck gently on your sweet spot on your neck he speaks again. "Please baby." moving a little lower on your neck and softly kissing. "You look so beautiful and sexy in your dress." Now gently sucking on where your neck and shoulder meet gently biting you can't help the moan that escapes as he continues to plead. "I can't wait till were back at the hotel and we can't really leave our own wedding early." Now kissing gently on the only part of your chest exposed in your sweetheart cut grown. "Please."

All you can do is laugh. "Quinn. How are you gonna fuck me in this dress, I can't even pee without a bridemaid helping me."

"Is that a challenge?" he asks in a cheeky tone.

"Maybe.." you smirk at him. In a flash, his lips are on your again and his hands pull the bottom of your dress trying to get to your pussy as fast as humanly possible. Finally giving up and getting on his knees, he goes under your dress, you lean back against the shelvin for support as you feel Quinn swipe his tongue teasingly over your underwear.

"hmmm. please. Q" you beg.

"Fuck I love when you beg. God your so fucking wet, who makes you this wet?" he asks his fingers moved your underwear aside, sliping his fingers into your pussy, slowly pumping them in and out.

"ahh you" he starts pumping a little faster and sucking gently on your clit then you get an idea. "my husband." immediately his fingers stop and you whine because your idea back fired you hear him mumble a string of curse words under his breath. He takes his fingers out of your pussy and you whine at the loss of contact. "shhh baby, hold on. turn around." He demands as he comes back to you and lifts your dress up. From behind you can hear him undoing his belt buckle.

"shit." he mumbles sounding annoyed.

"what?" you ask.

"I don't have a condom."

"I don't care Quinn were married if I get pregnant I get pregnant." as you push your butt towards him. That's all it takes for Quinn to gently push himself into your core, both of you sighing at the feeling. Quinn gives you a couple of seconds to adjust to be full before he starts rolling his hips slowly.

"Faster." you beg He picks up the pace slamming into you, hititng your g-spot with every thrust.

"Oh yeah, am I not being good enough, god your such a fucking slut." grabbing your neck and squeezing it, you close your eyes and moan at the feeling. "Only you would beg for more as I'm already fucking you." he bites out. All you could focus on was the feeling of entire body tightening.

"ahh Quinn I'm close." you pant out.

"no not Quinn. What's my name?" he asks squeezing a little tighter on your throat.

"hu- husband." you moan and with that Quinn quickens his pace, both of you cuming shortly after. Quinn stays inside of you for a minute catching his breath his head resting on your shoulder.

Gently kissing the side of your neck he whispers, "you did so good baby. you okay?" he asks and your heart swells at how kind Quinn is always espically when it comes to aftercare always making sure he didn't cross some limit and hurt you. All you can do as you feel this overwhelming feeling of love you have for Quinn is chuckle to yourself. "what baby?" he asks a mix of confusion and concern.

"It's that when I met you I thought it would a one night stand." you admit both of you chuckling now at the realization. "and now I'm standing here in a wedding dress."

"and were married." Quinn finishes your thought for you. "I'm really glad you gave me your number that night." Softly kissing your neck.

"me too."