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whaddayadothatfor · 11 months

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Ctenizidae

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re an anomaly from another universe. You’re not dangerous though, so Miguel’s made the executive decision to keep you around until more dangerous criminals are caught and sent home first. Unless that’s not the only reason he’s decided to keep you around…

Content warnings: dub-con, voyeurism, masturbation, obsessive!Miguel

WC: ~1k

AN: Y’all this is so unedited but I wanted to write smut for this man so I did! If y’all like it I can post a second, smuttier part.

MDNI

“Here.” You drop a small plastic bin of chocolate chip cookies in front of Miguel. As a peace offering. No, really.

Miguel raises his right eyebrow in question. He doesn’t even answer you anymore. The other Spider-people go about their day in the cafeteria, having seen this scene time and time again.

Every day for the past two weeks since you were suddenly teleported to Nueva York and promptly labeled an anomaly, you’ve been practically begging Miguel to send you home. He’s declined every time.

This is pretty much how the conversation goes each time:

“Miguel, I think I should—“

“No. We have to send the most dangerous anomalies back to their universe first—“

“I’m dangerous! I’m plenty dangerous.”

“The only thing you’ve maimed, tortured, and killed in the past month is a flippin’ houseplant. You’re staying.”

You see how frustrating this man is?

So you’ve decided that maybe bribery— sorry, a peace offering— will work better. Hence, the cookies.

“Maybe if you eat something sweet you’ll stop being so bitter and stubborn all the time,” you smile tightly. “Then you’ll find it in your heart— the one that shrunk three sizes— to let me go home.”

“I appreciate the offering— though you could use some more creativity in your approach— but just know that these won’t get you home.” He pries open the container and lifts one to his mouth before moaning in delight. “These are delicious. Thank you,” he said, sucking the melted chocolate off of his thumb. His overly enthusiastic groans were clearly a tactic to piss you off, and it worked.

You simmer in anger as he smirks while chewing his cookie. You try to snatch the bin back, but he moves it out of your way.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he says, pushing up from the small table he was sitting at and leaning down to whisper near your ear. “No take-backsies.”

He flustered you, and he knew it. He laughed as he walked away. You stuttered a retort in embarrassment, but he didn’t even have the decency to turn around.

“Ugh, I hate that guy,” you stomped in anger. You muttered several curses before you turned around to leave, only to see several wide-eyed Spideys staring at you in concern. This is why you wait until after you’re alone to throw a tantrum— it scares the locals. Whoops. “Uhh, carry on. My bad. Enjoy your lunch!”

You quickly walk away, feeling defeated. But it doesn’t matter, you’ve got nothing but time. You’ll catch him when he’s sleeping. He’s gotta be more amenable then.

Later

“You know, just for the record, I think you going to his room this late at night is a terrible idea,” Lyla warned as she flitted between standing and reclining with her arms crossed behind her neck.

“Well I think him keeping me here is a terrible idea. I guess we’re all full of them.”

“Seriously—“

“Lyla I don’t care! I’ve got a family to get back to. Friends, a life. I don’t care how fine that man is, I’m going back home. Tonight, preferably.”

“Whatever, it’s your funeral.” She acquiesced before disappearing into the ether, just as you arrived at his door.

“Wait, Lyla! Open the door.” Without a response, the door opened. “Thanks, Lyla.”

You walked in to the large room to see Miguel sitting up in a chair near the center of the room.

“Miguel, you need to listen to me—“

The sight that met you was so shocking you had to take it in one part at a time.

First, You see Miguel’s side profile as he faces the wall to the left of you. He’s breathing heavy, chest heaving as his hand vigorously moves up and down his— oh. Maybe you came at the wrong time.

With the sudden awkwardness that’s overtaken you, you look somewhere else, anywhere else, only to find the source of what he’s staring at— a video, no, porn. The second piece of the puzzle, you take in the video’s content. First, you just see flashes of skin and hear soft grunts and moans emanating from the screen. But then you realize, the voices sound familiar, really familiar. Then it hits you.

It is you.

And him. The both of you together. And that realization connects all the pieces of the puzzle together. He’s keeping you here, on purpose.

Your eyes dart back to Miguel, who has now abandoned his video in favor of the live view he has right in front of him. He’s shirtless but he still has some grey sweats on, pushed down just enough that he can jerk off. His hands move desperately over his cock, aborted grunts and breathy moans coming out sporadically.

He turned his head to the side, his cheeks flushed and his eyes narrowed with desire. You were frozen, stuck in time. Miguel kept stroking his cock while staring into your eyes. He did this right up until his orgasm overtook him, throwing his head back and jerking his hips upward as he called out your name.

His cum spurted out in waves, once, twice, three times. It was thick and opaque and made a mess all over his lower stomach. He sighed and sank back into his chair.

“Did you enjoy the show?” His voice is low and heady as he calls out to you. It takes you a moment to respond, because admittedly you’re still staring at his— well, his everything, dick included. Still It was a very, very nice, thick, veiny d—“Am I interrupting?”

His teasing knocks you out of your reverie.

“I-I should go.” You said. You’re starting to realize that Lyla might have been right. Maybe you should’ve waited until the morning. You start backing up to leave but Miguel shakes his head and the door shuts behind him.

“No, no, no. See, that’s your problem. You’re always trying to leave,” he chastises.

He stalks towards you, like you’re prey. You move backwards until your back hits the door. He reaches over you, placing an arm over your head and his index finger under your chin, lifting it upwards. He bends down, close enough that you can see even minute details of his face.

He narrows his eyes as he bares his fangs.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

#marvel x reader #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x reader #marvel smut #across the spiderverse #spider man 2099 #spider man smut #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters #oscar isaac smut #y/n

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luveline · 2 months

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May I request a roan & eddie & r's first outing after the wedding and roan is so happy she tells everyone "this is my mom"?

dad!eddie x (step)mom!reader —breakfast on the family moon

The sun is high in the sky that afternoon, and every breeze smells of salt and fresh flowers. Eddie turns his head one way and sees a field of lush green grass, turns it the other and finds himself looking out over the white stone monolith of the family hotel where you’re staying.

Roan climbs up onto the solid wooden table next to empty plates smeared with syrup and melted chocolate, vying for a last strawberry as big as her hand. “You want that one, bub?” he asks.

“Can I have it?”

He bites off the stem. He’s not sure if that’s disgusting, but you’ve married him now, no take-backsies, and you aren’t here to see anyhow. He spits the green into a napkin and offers the fruit to his waiting daughter. “Okay?”

“Thank you,” she says, catching it in her teeth. “All the fruits are so yummy here.”

“Don’t talk with your mouthful, baby,” Eddie says.

She shrugs, pulling her knees up. They’re red from crawling along the wooden table but unscathed, stark against the pale fabric of her dress’ skirt.

“Look,” he says, pointing at the waiter standing near the restaurant's big patio doors, “the waiter’s gonna see you climbing all over the table and getting your spit on me.”

Roan turns to look. Her behaviour remains unchanged. “Where’s mommy?”

Eddie drags her backwards off of the wood and into his lap. He kisses her cheek, her forehead, hoping to imbue the intensity of what he’s feeling on to her —he’s never been this content in his life. He’s married you, and marriage is a piece of paper and all his heroes would laugh in his face but would they? Because what’s better than finding your person, and loving them, and getting to be loved back? “She’s getting another plate for you and your good appetite.”

Roan’s been just as thrilled since the wedding. She cried a little on the plane from the changing pressure, but before and after that she’s been a vestibule of joy. She turns into his kissing to cuddle him by the neck, her arms around him and her hair tickling his throat. “Mommy said we can try surfing today.”

“I know! Do you think you’re ready to surf? We got you that wetsuit, all we need is a boogie board.”

“A what?”

“It’s like a surfboard, but not so big,” he explains, stroking her curls back from her face absentminded, eyes scanning inside of the hotel restaurant for a hint of your pale dress.

“I want a real surfboard.”

“Mm, no, babe. You can’t carry a surfboard. It’s okay though, we’re gonna be on boogie boards too.”

She leans back. “Can we have more breakfast?”

“Let’s see what Y/N brings back.”

You’re summoned by his name drop, edging toward the patio doors as you chat to one of the waiters. You’re laughing politely, attempting to point to your two Munson’s but struggling with the plates you carry, one in each hand, while drinks pressed between your arm and chest threaten to spill. The waiter takes one of your plates.

“Aw, sugar, thank you,” you say, “it’s just there. I’m sorry.”

“That’s why I’m here,” the waiter says with an easy customer service smile.

You and the waiter approach and put down the plates and cups. “Hi, baby,” you say, visibly perplexed at Roan’s huge smile.

“This is my mom,” Roan tells the waiter.

“And she’s just as beautiful as you are, hun. You are a lucky guy,” he directs his last comment at Eddie.

“You don’t know the half of it,” Eddie says.

“We just got married,” you say proudly.

“But how old are you?” the waiter asks Roan.

She holds up five fingers, and then a sixth.

“You were slow,” the waiter says to Eddie.

“It’s not his fault, we’ve been engaged almost a year,” you say, “and we didn’t know one another until not even three years ago, so–”

Roan doesn’t care about the waiter’s confusion. She reaches for you where she’s sitting in Eddie’s lap, almost tipping onto the floor as she stretches as far as her arms can go. She whines until you take notice.

“Hi,” you say, cutting yourself off to pick her up. “What, babe?”

“I love you,” she says.

You and Eddie laugh. The waiter makes a sound of understanding. “She looks like dad because you are the stepmom,” he says.

“Just mom,” you say, giving her a little kiss. “She really does look like her dad though, huh? Except he’s not covered in chocolate.”

“We can arrange that.”

You laugh against Roan’s cheek, “I love you,” you say, just for her, “I got you a bowlful of strawberries, your skin is gonna turn pink ‘cos you’ve eaten so many. Love you.”

Roan closes her eyes. She’s been smothered in love for a week straight and there’s no signs of it ever stopping. “I love you too. Let’s have melon.”

“I got some.”

Eddie nudges you back into your seat. “Alright, quick, we need to eat and sleep it off for an hour before we go surfing. Chop chop.”

“He’s so bossy,” Roan says.

“I know, baby. Don’t listen to him.”

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bokuroar · 3 months

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12:17 — few years later | 🛬❤️‍🩹🎇 iwaizumi h.

“you’ll be there, right? right? right?!”

if it’s anotamically possible to cut your ear off without passing out because of oikawa’s incessant nagging, you would’ve done it the first few seconds he begged you to accept kuroo’s reunion dinner invite before the all-star game. you were seijoh’s babysitter manager after all so, according to kuroo, it’s just right you’re there, in which you only replied with a i’ll think about it.

“haji’s gonna be there.” oikawa says in his annoying singsong voice and you swear you could hear his smirk right through your phone.

you bite your lip as if oikawa could see you blushing and smiling through the call. after years of graduating from high school, you wouldn’t have thought just hearing his name will elicit the same effect on you.

“and?” you reply nonchalantly because you would rather crawl under the earth and bury yourself alive than let oikawa confirm your cutesy, little high school crush on iwaizumi never really went away.

oikawa being your best friend saw through your reply and snorted, “pft, if i know you’ve been looking at his instagram every night before you sleep just because you’re too much of a scaredy cat to hit him up. don’t act as if you don’t zoom in on his shirtless pi—“

“oh my god, fine! i’ll go to this freaking dinner so please for the love god shut the hell up! ” you exasperatedly sigh wanting to tolerate oikawa’s teasing no longer not because it’s untrue but because you felt like you were caught committing a crime. it’s a curse and a gift you have a best friend that knows everything about you.

you hear oikawa shriek through your phone in celebration and about being there at 6, so you mutter a good bye before he lays out a plan that involves dragging you wherever into the night.

as if on cue, your phone lights up with a notification from your old group chat when the call ended,

✉️ t. oikawa: see you all on saturday!!!! no backsies!!!!!! :p

you roll your eyes knowing he’s talking about you. you were about to hit send on a message something about being him still being an annoying ass when another bubble popped in your screen that made you rewrite everything you were about to say.

✉️ h. iwaizumi: im back too 🇯🇵 see you guys :)

✉️ you: i’ll be there ☺️

come saturday, you’re standing in front of the restaurant which every nook and cranny you’re familiar with as this was a popular go-to after-school-dinner-place during your younger years with the team. you try your best not to look frantic while you check your phone at least every 10 seconds to tell oikawa “wru >:(”

you were about to hit the call button when you hear somebody clear their throat. as a reaction, you step away from where you were standing thinking you were probably blocking the entryway.

“sorry i was just w— oh. haji?” you take these few seconds to take him in—the way his shirt hugged his biceps, the watch that also somehow added to his attractiveness, his skin that’s more tanned, his freshly cut hair, and his smile. god, that smile. so many things have changed about him since he last visited home but his kind, subtly giddy smile still reached his eyes.

“been awhile, hasn’t it?” iwaizumi sheepishly say and you hold back a gasp when he scratches the back of his head that flexed his arm.

“it’s been.. yeah? yeah, it has. i mean. yes..” you nervously laugh, mentally kicking yourself for tripping over your words.

you feel your cheeks redden, not from the cold air of the darkening day but because of the manly, handsome laugh that bubbles from iwa’s chest. “watcha doin’ out here, though? waiting for a someone or..” he drags his sentence hoping you don’t hear his silent prayer that you are romantically available.

you snort before you could even think about it, “no, c’mon it’s not like that.” you laugh and went on to tell the tale of oikawa begging you to come, “i’m waiting for that idiot tooru who went several measures to make sure i’m here.”

“you two were thick as thieves, weren’t ya? i’m glad you stayed in touch even if that shithead went abroad.” iwaizumi smiles and you can’t resist staring at how he threw his head back when he laughed at oikawa’s typical antics.

“wish we did too, y’know. i missed ya.” iwaizumi suddenly confesses, “i just found myself wanting to talk to you when i was out there.”

to say your heart felt like it dropped on your feet was an understatement. it’s like everything froze—the leaves halted midair, the world went silent and the only sound you could hear was the loud thump of your heart. all what you manage to let out is, “o-oh? you did? really?”

iwaizumi looks at you like you just asked the most ridiculous question, “‘course i did. we talked every day then! remember how i used to walk you home after our trainings then stop by that dang old ramen place that was there since forever? missed hanging ‘round with you and the team ‘tis all.”

you smile as you look at the ground, shyly but fondly recollecting all the simple but sweetest moments with iwaizumi you cherish so much. with his sudden reminiscing, you recall the sort-of debate you had with him because he kept on insisting he should always walk you home.

“r-right. the team. yeah, i missed them too.” you say as you shake your head along with the thought of having a chance of romance with your longtime friend.

“we should go inside. fuck that tardy tooru i think a lot’s of them here.” you casually laugh and walk towards the door until you felt a hand on your wrist.

iwaizumi shoots you a grin, “what do you say the two of us go grab that ramen? for old time’s sake?”

a/n: so .. uh … im back ! hope everyone’s still here 😅🫣 anw this was supposed to be just a drabble but i got a lil carried away & im alr thinking of writing a pt 2 .. wdyt hehe

#✏️.haikyuu!!#💭.iwaizumi #i love them . A LOT #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi hajime #hajime x reader #iwaizumi x y/n

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aethelwyneleigh27 · 6 months

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hiii I adore your writing sm mwaaah💋💋💋love this kinda soft n fluffy fics they make me feel safe:'( would you write some domestic fluff with simon plsss FUCKIN LOVE this man💗😭 maybe something where they just got engaged idk whatever you wanna write... have a nice day🤍🌸

Proposal Headcanons And Scenarios With Simon "Ghost" Riley

Do y'all wanna guess who's render I used again? @ave661 probably already hates me for the amount of times I've tagged her the shitty content I write. I hope I did the request justice, they didn't exactly specify what type but I opted for something other than fics because I am horrid in writing those 😭

This is so freaking short, I'm so sorry. I have so many backed up requests, I don't even know where to begin.

❥ Pre-engagement!Simon who spent fucking months looking for the perfect ring, listen he is NOT giving you a ring that he bought impulsively.

❥ Pre-engagement!Simon who gained unsolicited advice from Soap who happened to be the first one to find out Simon had a partner in the first place.

"Aye L.T, if you want a shot of them agreeing to marry you-"

"And what would you know about being romantic?"

Yeah Simon asked Gaz instead. That still didn't change the fact that both Soap and Gaz, along with Price were there before the proposal, giving Simon a pats on the shoulder while the Lieutenant tried to catch his breath.

❥ Pre-engagement!Simon who asked Price for advice so many times, you do not believe how many times he had practiced kneeling on his not-so-strong knees.

❥ Speaking of knees, Simon had to let out some light encouragement:

"Lovie, will you marry me..?" You heard Simon asked while you had your back turned. You faced him, he was on his knees, the ring in the box enveloped in velvet, the stone glistening under the light of the moon.

it felt like the air was taken out of your lungs. Hands on your mouth, you looked at him wide eyed.

"Lovie.. please answer" He mutters, voice clearly a bit of pain and discomfort.

"O-oh shit, sorry Si" You apologized before saying yes. You helped him up with the hand before he pulled you into a tight hug, arms snug around your waist, head buried in your neck while slipping the ring on your finger before you pushed him and cupped his face into a kiss.

❥ After engagement!Simon who's fucking over the moon, why? Because you're finally his, like officially, from the words of your guys' future daughter "No take-backsies". Thinking about how his internal thoughts are just "Fuck, fuck, shit this is actually happening"

❥ After engagement!Simon who has non-stop called you Mrs. Riley in front of everyone even though you weren't married yet, you didn't have the heart to correct him. Soap tried but uhh, that earned him a unexpectedly painful punch on the arm from you.

❥ Didn't take long for you and Simon to start the planning, of course he let you take over for most of it, shared guest list of his brother's family and his family in TF141. Wanna take a guess on who was best man?

❥ Price was the one who stood for his father on Simon's side of the altar, if you asked, Price definitely would've walked you down the isle.

Hot take on engagement rings, I HATE basic and NFL engagement rings with a burning passion. If you're gonna give me something as sentimental as that, something that's gonna symbolize the moment I said yes because I love you so much that I was willing to be bound to you for eternity then I want something vintage or something that looks like it came out of a fantasy book. Something you think that a fantasy princess would wear, I heard they're even cheaper than basic ass engagement rings.

Cost ≠ Taste and Value.

#cod x reader #aethelwyne lia writes #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #cod headcanons #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost x you #ghost x plus size reader #ghost x female reader #ghost x you

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astaroth1357 · 3 months

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Bon Voyage Event Spoilers!

God Solomon's lies by omission are really getting out of hand.

"Oh MC, I'm so sorry! I was just testing out this magic pillow to go into dreams and somehow accidentally fell asleep! So sorry we spent the night together in dreamland. I am not sorry in the slightest"

"Oh, by the way, would you like to try the pillow to go into my dreams? You would?? Great! Well we'll have to sleep together tonight even though I just used the pillow totally fine when we were in different rooms. No backsies"

"Hm? Having trouble sleeping? Take a whiff of this! It's not chloroform if it's magic"

"And now we're in my dreams! What fun! We are going on a cutesy, cliche human world date where not a damn soul can disturb us or so help me-!!"

How are you Solo-lovers not just constantly-

#reading between the lines of solomon #is fucking wild #dude is damn near yandere sometimes #weeks of planning to subtly-not-so-subtly 'trick' mc into a date #under the guise of 'whoopise-poopsie! i did a silly again 😋'#obey me #obey me solomon #obey me event #om spoilers #omnb spoilers #obey me spoilers #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer spoilers

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windvexer · 3 months

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if i want to give an offering thats a physical item, like lets say a necklace, how exactly would that work? would i declare its an offering and just leave it there for them forever? would there be a time when i should/could reclaim it? do i have to charge it from that point forward? would i have to toss it eventually? organic offerings like food can be buried, or like smoke will dissipate. im not sure how to handle more solid things, and it feels especially difficult as a closeted witch. what if my roommate picks it up and moves or uses it? sorry i have a lot of questions lol, thanks for reading all this! i love ur blog, youre very smart!

Good morning! Lots of variables to this one.

Giving of, storing, and reclaiming nondegradable offerings is a thing that has Rules in many traditions and cultures, and it's wise to examine any within which you're operating. I'm recalling that there are serious taboos against taking back gifts from the Dead, or wearing jewelry owned by the Dead, in Hellenism (?).

I'm hesitant to say that this one should be totally based on the vibes so definitely try to do some research.

If you haven't got any rules, as it were, here are some options:

You don't have to charge nondegradable offerings forever, or even once, unless the charge is a part of the offering/offering ritual.

You can dedicate an object to an entity while keeping it in your possession and continuing to use it. This can be a great way to form a bond with that entity. Knowing that the necklace belongs to, say, Aphrodite, and that it's her possession, but that you still wear it, can be a powerful way to connect to her. This arrangement should be established at the time of dedication (it doesn't do well to give a gift and then appear to take-backsies).

Intuition or lore may advise that certain entities aren't going to agree to this arrangement, but as long as you don't feel a very strong "no! wrong" feeling, you should be good to go.

Another complication is dedicating objects to entities that have an aura you really don't want to carry around with you. Radium is a powerful entity with a powerful aura but you shouldn't carry him around with you, you know?

You can also leave objects on an altar or shrine and periodically clean them all out, perhaps when the altar gets full or at an established time (like, on holidays). Intuition may advise if the entity would like to hold on to some special gifts, but that others can be safely removed.

I might donate things to charities, or frankly if something has little value and the entity doesn't want it any more, throw it away.

If an object is gifted to an entity with no established arrangement that you or anyone else can use it, it's your responsibility to put the item in a protected space where it won't be used. Some entities might not care, but the risk of offense is always possible, and it'll be on you to soothe those waters.

Offered objects don't have to be on display or in full view. You can store them in closed boxes or bags. You can also put those containers under the bed or in a closet.

Overall though it pays to be selective in what objects you gift to an entity precisely because figuring out what to do with it can be a bit of a hassle. I tend to gift nondegradable objects very selectively and use them as an object of connection and honor. So it wouldn't be typical for me to gift an object with an assumption that I'll want to reclaim it in a few months or needing a backup plan for how to get rid of it.

#answered

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titlemewickedwonderland · 11 months

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Ghoul Game Night - Mountain

Summary: Being a new ghoul in an established pack wasn't easy. But her new packmates wouldn't let her off the hook by ignoring them. So what's the best way to break the ice than to play a little game of Truth or Dare?

Fandom: Ghost Band

Pairing: Mountain X Ghoul!reader (a hint of Poly!ghouls x ghoul!reader at the end)

Warning: Sexual tension, cute awkwardness, fluff, and…Mountain.

Workshop

The bottle was spinning so fast her eyes couldn't keep up. Y/n blinked a few times to get the tension out of her eyeballs as she felt they were damn near about to cross. Was she nervous to find who the bottle would land on? Of course! But she was also kind of scared about what she would pick out. She knew Aether was a safe choice - he was the kindest she'd known who'd openly tried to make her feel welcome in the pack. Rain and Mountain kept mostly to themselves but their silent acts of kindness helped ease her into the dynamic of the band itself. Dew and Swiss - well the pair of them were unpredictable and flirty. They were the ones that embodied the sex appeal ghouls possessed to the point Y/n swore that they must have some incubus in them. But would they actually force her to do anything that she didn't want to? That would be beside the point of getting to know her new packmates after all, no she knew they wouldn't force anything. They may be dirty-minded but they weren't savages after all!

"Y/n?" Aether's voice brought her back from the depths of her thoughts and she looked up startled to meet the familiar violet eyes of the quintessence whose eyes swirled with concern. "Thought we lost yah there. You with us?"

"Y-yeah, I'm sorry!" Y/n spoke nervously as she clenched the blanket and looked down realizing that the bottle had stopped spinning and that it pointed to the side of her. She looked over to find Mountain peering back at her calmly; giving nothing away in his expression as he patiently waited for her to get with the program.

"Oh…OH!" she straightened up feeling a blush on her cheeks. "I'm sorry, spaced out there a minute." her tail wagged slightly behind her when she realized that Mountain was her partner. Good, seemed Satan did hear prayers after all. That was a relief. Mountain was a safe choice for sure. Who would think anybody like Mountain would be a risky choice beneath the soft eyes and quiet demeanor?

"Which one would you like to do guys?" Aether asked tapping on the boxes in front of him expectingly as his orbs flicked from one then the other; a certain gleam in them telling Y/n he seemed far too interested in the choices than he probably should be at this point.

Y/n bit her lip looking over at Mountain but the gentle giant merely shrugged his slender shoulders. "I'm okay with either Y/n. Go ahead and choose." he rumbled softly and Y/n smiled at him with warmth; see a safe choice. He was a gentleman through and through.

"You know what…I think I'll take a truth and Mountain can do a dare." she hadn't seen Mountain push out of his shell to do much and she was wondering what his personality was like outside of his love for nature and music; she would probably kick herself in the ass though if the Ghoulettes had anything to say on the matter.

"Alright." Aether grinned flashing his golden tooth before he was digging into the boxes. "Mountain your dare is…Do a body shot on your partner."

Y/n's eyes widened comically and her cheeks flushed a dark color but when she looked over at Mountain the tall ghoul didn't seem to be affected as she was by the dare making her question whether or not he was as innocent as she first thought; hell she hadn't even seen him drink alcohol before.

"I'm a little scared to know my truth." Y/n gave a little laugh that showed off her nervousness as she chewed on her bottom lip wondering if she should have taken the dare instead; no going back now though - no take backsies here.

"Don't be."

"You should be."

Dew and Mountain spoke up at the same time causing Y/n's eyes to widen and she looked between the two; their replies doing nothing to help the butterflies of nerves to settle in her belly. But Aether waved it off and shot the ghoulette a warm smile which she tried and failed so miserably to return.

"It's okay, we always do something stupid so don't feel too embarrassed if you get one you weren't expecting. Remember, you always have a choice to decline and take a shot." he pointed her paper at her and the female looked towards Dew as if she was weighing the option. But that would be fair to Mountain if he still ended up having to do the dare while she chickened out so she took the plunge not wanting to be labeled a coward.

"I think I'll need one anyway. You know… to settle the nerves and stuff." she offered a weak smile but Dewdrop was all on it as he snatched the bottle of liquor from behind him and grabbed the single shot glass on the floor beside it - pouring her a generous shot. She reached out with a small smile and tossed it back with a grimace trying not to gag at the burn.

"Alright, you ready for your truth Y/n?" at the female's hesitant nod the quintessence looked down at his paper. "Y/n your truth is…" Aether turned his gaze back to the ghoulette. "What's your wildest fantasy?"

The female's eyes widened and she held out the shot glass towards Dew again with a puffed-out breath. He snickered as he refilled it and watched as she tossed it back with the same sharp-toothed grimace on her face. She seriously needed that extra burn if she was to be honest.

"The girls certainly know how to break the ice with new people," Y/n grumbled sliding the cup back to Dew with a sigh feeling the liquor burn and warm her belly from the inside; she knew ghouls had a high tolerance for human alcohol consumption even those who did not drink often but she cursed that small perk because this was not a conversation that she wanted to have on a sober night.

"Do I have to answer?" she bit her lip feeling her cheeks warm.

"You can always take another shot." Swiss interjected grinning at her but she waved it off.

"Sorry Dewdrop but you have a terrible choice in liquor. If I take one more of those shots it's coming back up." the ghoulette muttered as she rubbed her eyes as if attempting to hide her burning face.

"Would you like me to do my dare first? Would that make you feel better?" Mountain leaned over towards her and she peeked at him from beneath her hands; her ears twitching backward in embarrassment.

"I didn't think you drank Mountain…" she confessed

The big guy shrugged again. "I don't do it often. I prefer smoking." he confessed leaning back on his palms as he studied her.

Something about his gaze made her rethink her idea that he was a safe choice. He was a ghoul, after all. She shouldn't kid herself thinking he'd be a safe bet. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip as she stared up at him in silence wondering how they should do this. Would he do his dare first or should she answer first? How did one go about having a conversation like that?!

"You going to stare each other down or get to it?" Dew snarked from across the room causing Rain to grab a pillow and toss it at the fire ghoul.

"Hush! Don't pressure her! This is her first time." he chided

"First time huh? Do be gentle Mounty! She's a virgin to body shots." Swiss shot the Earth ghoul a wink causing a scowl to edge the tall male's face in disapproval even if he knew it was all in good jest.

"Shut up!" Aether raised his voice and clapped his hands. "Come on! Let's do this one right! Mountain you go first alright? Dew grab that table." Aether rose to his feet and grabbed a blanket off the floor.

Y/n watched warily as Dewdrop dragged the coffee table across the floor to the center of the room and Aether folded the blanket; draping it on the wooden surface. The girl stared at them and then at the table as if she was about to offer herself up for a sacrifice. She winced at the image but the gentle nudge beside her from Rain made her spur into motion as she scooted over and rose to her feet looking down awkwardly.

"S-so I just..lay down?" she offered lamely feeling her tail twitching erratically from her nerves.

She felt Mountain's hulking frame behind her moments before his hands rested on her shoulders and his chin pressed between her horns; a rumble of reassurance vibrating against her back. "Lay down on your back on the table."

"Do-Do I have to take anything off?" She tipped her head up to look at the male who cocked his head at her in amusement.

"Do you want to take anything off?"

"No…." she shook her head a little

"Then don't." Mountain shrugged again before nudging her forward half a step urging her to lay down.

With all eyes on her now Y/n turned around and warily sat on the edge of the table; catching sight of the others watching with a mixture of amusement and interest as she swung her legs onto the tabletop and tried to lean back but in her awkward state she'd misjudged the size of it and found herself leaning off of the edge.

Two large hands gripped her ankles and playfully jerked her back down until her legs dangled off the edge and pressed against the floor while her upper half rested on the table with her head just barely hanging off. She yelped in surprise and looked up at the towering male above her; his height and angle made him block out a bit of the light fixture so all she saw was his silhouette dark and intimidating above her.

Shuffling beside her made her turn her head to find Dew and Swiss beside her. The multi-ghoul held up a small stack of mini glasses and she wondered where the hell he'd managed to find those while they were using shitty solo shot cups all this time. But then a pair of warm hands grasped the hem of her pajama shirt and slowly slid up; the rough warm palms sliding up along her sides and ribs taking with it the shirt until it bunched just below her breasts. She looked down to find Mountain half bent over her as he maneuvered the shirt out of his way. He flashed her a little smile as she giggled nervously not used to being this close to him.

As he moved back Swiss placed the gold shot glasses one by one down onto her exposed stomach. One right on her naval that was left exposed from her yoga pants, one in the center of her stomach; the feel of it weighted and cold caused her abdomen muscles to clench but Swiss merely hushed her and patted her hip before placing the third and last shot glass right below her sternum (his hand might have not so accidentally brushed against her breasts as he pulled his hand away) and to distract herself she craned her head to look for Aether as she tried to stay still.

She found Rain by her head and when she met his eye he flashed her a little smile and reached down to boop her nose causing her to giggle; she was glad that at least someone was trying to ease the nerves she felt but Dew was quick to playfully smack her leg with a chiding remark.

"Stop it! You'll spill the good stuff!" she glanced down to find he was starting to fill each shot glass as carefully as he could while it balanced on her exposed torso and she flushed a bit; her eyes closing in embarrassment at being pretty much splayed open for them like some kind of sacrifice on an alter.

"I-I thought the dare said only a shot…not three." she said trying not to breathe too deeply in case she spilled the glasses.

"Meh." Dew shrugged and Y/n had to stop the snort she wanted to let loose as she looked toward Mountain.

The tall Earth ghoul was standing back watching silently but his expression gave nothing away. When Dew was done those not part of the dare shuffled back to watch. Breathing as shallowly as she could so as not to spill the liquor but she tensed when she felt warm hands on her knees.

"Hey, blossom open your eyes." Mountain's voice murmured causing her eyes to peek open hesitantly to see he was standing before her spread knees. "Eyes on me."

She did as he told her. Transfixed as he bent down over her. The first shot glass disappeared between his lips as he took hold of it; never once breaking eye contact as he lifted his head slightly; just enough to tip the liquid down his throat - the audible sound of him swallowing the mouthful causing her breath to hitch as he idly took the glass from his mouth and handed it to Dew.

She could do nothing but lay there as he shifted higher; his breath tickling her exposed belly as he shifted upwards towards the next shot. Had his green-blue eyes looked this pretty before? She couldn't recall as she watched him wrap his lips around the second shot glass rim and tip his head back again to swallow the contact. It was then she felt his hands press again her sides as he shifted even closer. His knee came up to press onto a sliver of the exposed tabletop between her thighs as he bent over her further.

"So, Y/n, would you like to tell me?" Mountain murmured - his alcohol-tinged breath ghosting along her sternum as he ascended a bit more.

"T-tell you what?" she breathed watching him entranced as he drew nearer to the third and last shot glass that was balanced just below the swell of her breasts.

His large hands gently took hold of her wrists and her arms were suddenly thrust above her head to dangle over the edge of the table and making her gasp in surprise at the motion; the position caused her to arch a little and thrust the glass up higher along with her breasts making her feel rather vulnerable and far more exposed than before as her bunched up shirt shifted even higher; exposing the undersides of her breasts teasingly - she cursed her decision to not wear a bra tonight but she wasn't expecting to be dragged into such a lascivious game!

The motion also caused a bit of the fireball to spill from the glass and she felt the cold drops run down her sternum and rib. She bit her lip trying to keep her breath even as she watched his every move.

"What you're wildest sexual fantasy is." Mountain supplied as he idly - with little hurry, dipped his head to lick a stripe up her stomach from where the fireball had spilled causing her breath to hitch and her eyes to fall closed at the feel of his warm wet tongue against her skin.

Her hands clenched above her head and she felt soft fabric against her hands making her eyes open again and her head to fall back to find Rain standing by her head again. She latched onto his pants for support and he reached down to idly stroke his long bassist fingers through her hanging locks.

"W-Well if it's the truth…" she licked her lips nervously as her cheeks flushed when mountain rose up again to be in her viewpoint; his fingers gripping her chin to tip her head back so that they could stare at each other.

"Hmm?"

"I-I don't know." she shook her head a little bit.

"You don't know?" one brow rose as he bent his head down again but this time to press a sweet little kiss to her flushed cheek. "Don't tell me you haven't had some wild fantasies before when you're alone in your room, Y/n." he murmured teasingly when she whined and turned her head to bury her face into his neck.

"Well…n-nothing to count as….wild." she confessed as he felt his large hands expanse the entire of her ribcage idly stroking along her sides.

As he drew way from her and ducked his head again to lick up the small trail of liquor that ran down her ribcage that he'd found she tried to regulate her breathing but when she spoke her words came out shaky.

"B-But this probably would be on that list."

"Yeah?" his eyes flashed up at her and she bit her lip nodding shyly causing his lips to curl upward into a grin as he tipped his head at her; his shaggy hair tickling her sternum as he chuckled.

"Good." he finally lifted up enough to wrap his lips around the last shot glass but whether it was on purpose or the alcohol in his blood he missed and it tipped a bit; spilling it more on her exposed skin before he managed to grab it from falling completely.

"Damn, there goes the good stuff." Y/n could hear Dew mutter from somewhere in the room.

But Mountain didn't see it that way. Instead of taking the rest of the shot he held it out towards Dew and when his hands were free he tugged her shirt up slightly more making her squeak as the cool air of the room dried the liquor on her skin but it was quickly followed by the warmth of Mountain's tongue as he lapped up the spilled droplets along her flesh causing her to let a little moan slip and her hands to tighten on Rain's thighs as she tried not to reach for Mountain.

She felt hot. Itchy beneath her skin. The feeling of such a large body draping over her; protective as much as it was provocative was making her feel squirmy; small beneath him as Mountain cleaned her up with his tongue alone. It was only when a wet stripe caught the curve of her breasts that one hand finally released Rain in favor of sinking her fingers into the lush thickness of Mountain's hair when she whimpered at the contact.

He seemed to be enjoying himself far more than she had thought he would. She briefly wondered if this was what kind of lover he was. A big fucking tease. When she tugged on his hair a little she felt the rumble of his low moan against her skin and she peeked down to see him looking up at her from behind his messy hair and her jaw went slack. Why did he look so goddamned good like that?

"C-can I make a request?" she found herself asking.

"Keep looking at me like that and you can have anything," he muttered placing a kiss on her stomach.

"Kiss me?"

He lowered himself a bit and kissed one exposed hip bone and then the other. "But I am."

"Mountain!" Y/n yanked on his hair causing him to hiss as his head was jerked backward a bit so that his face was lifted from her skin and her breath stopped in her lungs at the dark look that overtook his eyes just from his arousal alone. He wasn't as unaffected as he wanted to play off.

"Please." was that her needy voice? Well fuck. She heard the groans of the others in the room as they too took in the way her voice sounded so full of need from just how turned on she was.

"Fuck it." Mountain rose swiftly to his feet and yanked her up before hauling her over his shoulder causing her to yelp in surprise. "The game's over, boys."

The others stared open-mouthed as the tall lithe figure stalked from the room; moments later - his bedroom door slammed shut locking himself and their new little packmate within for the night.

"Damnit," Swiss grumbled crossing his arms. "There goes my chance."

The others were silent for a moment looking at each other before Dew snickered. "Fuck no. I'm not missing the show." he left the room and it took only a few seconds for Aether, Rain, and Swiss to stare at each other before they shrugged.

"What an ice breaker." the trio barged into the room without a preamble for a night of fun.

What a way to end a game night. The Ghoulette sure knew what they were doing all along; playing each and every member like a fiddle. Y/n realized real quick why the siblings enjoyed the ghoul's company that night. And she couldn't even care to be mad about it. Not when she had 5 pairs of mouths, hands, and other appendages to keep her occupied.

Thank you all for reading Ghoul Game Night! Mountain ends this mini-series with a bang and I hope you guys enjoyed it! Don't forget to like, reblog, and comment to show support! <3

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stealingyourbones · 13 days

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NOOO MY BONES

I WAS STILL USING THEM

*tried to chase after you, but collapsed due to no bones*

SORRY NO TAKE BACKSIES >:)

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deancasbigbang · 7 months

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Title: Lay Your Weary Head To Rest

Author: angelofthequeers

Artist: eggchef

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean/Cas, background Sam/Eileen, Dean/OMC (one-sided under a spell), very brief mentions of past Dean/OMC

Length: 22000

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Transphobia (both internalised and external) Homophobia (in the past, from John including the f-slur) Dubious consent

Tags: Episode AU: s15e18 Despair, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Canon, Human Castiel, Mind Control, Trans Dean Winchester, Smut

Posting Date: October 23, 2023

Summary: They've beaten this plot point to death, dancing around each other and wallowing in miscommunication and things unsaid. So why should this time be any different? Oh, yeah. Because Chuck's gone. And Cas is human now, all thanks to Dean. Surely this whole miscommunication won't backfire on them when they take on what seems to be a shifter case involving people killing their lover and then themselves. Surely not.

Excerpt: “Why does this sound like a goodbye?” is all Dean’s voice can say. He already knows the answer before Cas ever opens his mouth. “Because it is.” No. Don’t. Dean opens his mouth but before he can stop Cas – “I love you.” Dean shakes his head madly. Take it back! Take it back! he’s tempted to shriek like a child. But take-backsies doesn’t exist for this. For…that. THUD. “Don’t do this, Cas.” Dean’s voice hitches. But then there’s a wet sound, a chittering, and Dean already knows before he turns what he’s going to see: a mass of black goo squeezing itself between the bricks, sighing into existence, ready to take the one person who’s seen Dean at his lowest, at his ugliest, and chosen time and time again to stay, to believe in him, to… I love you. I love you. Don’t do this. SLAM. The door finally bursts open and Billie stalks into the room, murder glinting in her eyes. “Cas…” Cas rests his bloody hand on Dean’s shoulder. His left shoulder. The handprint shoulder. Dean gasps in a breath. “Goodbye, Dean.” Dean shakes his head wordlessly. Cas tenses, like he’s about to throw Dean away, discard him like everyone else who’s ever loved him, but Dean grabs the lapels of Cas’ trench coat. He squeezes. He shakes his head again. “No,” he forces out. “Don’t leave me. Please.” Cas doesn’t say anything. He just stands there with that tearful smile that makes Dean want to punch him in his stupid, handsome face and Dean scrambles for some way – any way – to keep Cas here, to save him from the Empty…to make him stay. “Let me come with you,” Dean begs in a twisted mockery of Cas’ plea before he’d gone to face Amara. “I’ll come with you, Cas.” “No.” Cas shakes his head. “You can’t. Humans don’t belong in the Empty. And even if you could come, I wouldn’t let you. I’m saving you, Dean.” Humans don’t belong in the Empty. The rejection stings, burns like alcohol on a fresh cut, ensuring that Dean knows damn well that he’s never been able to follow Cas like Cas has followed him. All he’s ever been able to do is keep Cas with him, except for all the times Cas had flown off on him. Typical flighty angel, always spreading his wings, taking flight, leaving Dean in the dust – Dean freezes. His breath crystallises in his chest. Could he…would it…does he dare to hope… “Humans don’t belong in the Empty.” “Dean?” Cas tilts his head, still smiling. Something slithers behind Dean, chitters in his ear, rasps in the air, and he draws a deep, rattling breath into his porcelain lungs. “I’m sorry, Cas,” he chokes.

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ceruleanslob · 2 months

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sorry I've been inactive but here's some random ace attorney aus I thought of (yes, it's mainly wrightworth and krisnix since I'm obsessed with the 3 of them and all their possible dynamics):

misplaced affections- instead of Miles being Phoenix's fixation it was Kristoph (basically a swap between Miles and Kristoph in their role in Phoenix's life)

In a Painterly Way- Kristoph is an artist who is well-acclaimed until Phoenix Wright, a famous art critic, critiques his art for having no soul. The two basically meet and butt heads.

soulmate au- this one has variations:

soulmate marks -Edgeworth and Phoenix are together like the soulmates they were always meant to be, but when Phoenix meets Kristoph, he gains another mark; Edgeworth is not pleased

soulmate heartbreak- au where if one feels that their love for their soulmate is unreciprocated, they're given another soulmate. Phoenix thought his love for Edgeworth was unreciprocated so he was given Kristoph as a new option.. spoiler alert: Edgeworth likes him back this whole time and unfortunately for Phoenix, fate doesn't offer take-backsies

the soulmate diet- au where you can only taste the flavor associated with your soulmate/s in your life until you meet them for the first time. For Phoenix Wright, he can only taste berries: Strawberries and Blueberries specifically. (Of course it's narumitsu and krisnix ;)

Crack undertale au - no plot changes and not to be taken seriously, just the characters taking the roles of the ones in undertale

Frisk-Klavier Chara-Kristoph Toriel-Mia Asgore-Godot (????) mettaton-max galactica Undyne-Franziska Alphys-Ema Flowey/Asriel-Maya Sans-Phoenix (Beanix) Papyrus-Larry Grillby-Edgeworth (??? not sure) WD Gaster- Gregory Edgeworth Muffet- Angel Starr Monster Kid-Pearl Dogamy & Dogaressa-The Delites Greater Dog- Gumshoe Gerson-The Judge Temmie- Trucy (???)

#ace attorney #ace attorney au #narumitsu #wrightworth #krisnix #kristoph gavin #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #aa au #ive been gone since im trying to catch up with the games; I'm currently at the third #i didnt want to write anything concrete without at least knowing the characters #cerulean rambles because they feel like it

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perfectlyripeclementine · 4 months

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Sorry if this is too personal for an ask, you seem to have developed a very mature and nurturing way of navigating past relationships... ofc this might just be from the outside looking in but still. In my experience and cultural background (monogamous, cishetero, conservative) -and despite outgrowing most of that education- I still struggle with grief when it comes to unresolved feelings for previous partners.

I understand that it's a very nuanced thing and it involves lots of factors for each particular person, in any case i thought I'd ask for your thoughts on this from your perspective and maybe some good literature to go along with it?

hi friend ❣️ i’ll start by saying, if you’re asking this question you might be feeling a bit tender, so i hope you’ve got some softness - that you’re receiving it from others, and that you give this to yourself. thank you for your trust.