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mikaela-the-slut-expert · 1 month

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yayyyy 💕 then can i ask for a scenario in which the reader, who’s a trans guy, volunteering to be the bride in the ghost groom scenario and threatening to stab anyone who says anything about him looking like a girl with platonic feng xin + mu qing and romantic hualian? (or just xie lian, since technically hua cheng is only there for like, .5 seconds lol)

(💥 anon)

Masculine Bride?

HuaLian x ftm(?)reader

IM SO SORRY 😔 I'VE HAD THE WORST FEW MONTHS OF MY LIFE BUT I LIVE I WILL BE COMPLETING REQUESTS AGAIN THANKS FOR NOT GIVING UP ON ME AGAIN GUYS ☺️🖤

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☀️Feng Xin didn't want to be in this ridiculous mission at all. He has to deal with Mu Qing in disguise and he has to see Xie Lian who was once his best friend. So it feels a little awkward to him but he gets to see you too! So he's quite happy to see you and Xie Lian again

☀️When he finds out that the plan is to disguise as a bride he immediately says Nuh uh. No way he's doing that, Mu Qing would never live it down.

☀️But when you offer to disguise as the bride, since you do looke somewhat androgynous he's like great!

☀️He doesn't have to do it and he can protect you if you all get in harms way

☀️Honestly he's surprised you volunteered so quickly. Feng Xin knows you'd rather stay in your male form and he knows you don't like appearing feminine much these days. Gods do it all the time so Feng Xin doesn't mind. Have you seen Shi Qingxuan?

☀️So everything was going great, they got you dressed and the one village girl did your makeup so you didn't look like a clown. But then they ran into those annoying men again.

☀️ They were congratulating Xie Lian, Mu Qing, and Feng Xin for finding a pretty bride and even wanted to join up, but they all knew the men just wanted to eat off their success.

☀️So when you laughed and explained you did make a good bride even though you're a man, No one really laughed. The men had genuinely thought you were a woman sooo they try to call your bluff.

☀️You did in fact change forms to look more like a bride but it doesn't feel good to have every single feminine feature to be pointed out. You're used to it so you weren't going to say anything but the group of men freeze and their skin pales when you hear a crack behind you

☀️Feng Xin may or may not have broken a pillar. May or may not have damaged his own temple. . .

☀️it succeeds in shutting the men up because what man is able to just break a God's pillar?!

☀️Feng Xin has to admit he's pretty irritable, but hearing the group of men bully you just pisses him off. He knows he's supposed to be in disguise and not gain your attention but he can't stand by and watch you be passive about it.

☀️ When the men practically evacuate the area you only laugh softly and link arms with him saying, "I found my guard!" You already know it's Feng Xin🙄

🌕Mu Qing was also your best friend and you never really gave him the chance to distance himself from you like he distanced himself from Xie Lian.

🌕Mu Qing has been with you a long time and he knows you're more comfortable identifying as a man. He has no issue with it. It took some time getting used to but he doesn't care as long as you're happy.

🌕so hearing the group of men start pointing you out so blatantly ticks him off. He knows he can't harm mortals but he sure wishes he could.

🌕It's not against the rules to threaten them though, so when he threatened to cut off their hand because it's rude to point isn't against the rules either.

🌕You were surprised honestly, Mu Qing doesn't care about a lot of things and doesn't usually get violent unless it's with Feng Xin.

🌕but you laugh when the group of men run off and you lean on Mu Qing. Saying you're so happy to have your own personal protector

🪷Xie Lian doesn't really fight. It's not that he can't he just doesn't see a point to do so.

🪷but that doesn't mean he'll let people bully you either

🪷 You've stuck with him for awhile so you're used to just taking mean words in stride. Xie Lian has never let them get away with it though.

🪷So it comes as a Surprise to you all when Xie Lian uses rou'ye to tie the group of men up together and he "advised them to go away before something unfortunate happens"

🪷You smiles and kiss his cheek, linking arms with him with a smile.

🪷"You're cute when you're protective"

#tgcf #tgcf headcanon #tgcf xie lian #xie lian x reader #tgcf feng xin #tgcf mu qing #tgcf feng xin x reader #tgcf mu qing x reader #trans reader #ftm #mxtx tgcf

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toporecall · 19 days

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Nice Little Wife - Chpt. 2

As requested! Tamlin POV of "Nice Little Wife." Thanks for the request anon, love where your head is at 😘

Extremely NSFW so be warned xoxo

AO3

Read chapter 1 here if you haven't yet or on AO3.

Tamlin

Tamlin paced his room at the Dawn Court, ears ringing with anger. Seeing Feyre today, dressed in that night court garb—she looked beautiful, cold, cunning, powerful and it did nothing but enrage him. That her mate had named her High Lady did nothing to ease that burn in his chest.

He poured himself a glass of liquor, at least his third since the end of the meeting, knuckles whitening as he gripped it tightly and drank it all in one go before pouring another. Images of Feyre cycled through his mind. He’d gotten his fair share of digs in today but he’d been almost equally humiliated in return. Rhysand had made him look sufficiently weak when he’d taken his voice. He’d proven his fucking point. They all knew, unequivocally, that he was the single most powerful being living among them.

The room was empty, silent.

And then he heard voices.

Muffled voices, through the floor. He focused his acute fae hearing on it, curious what other courts were talking about in the wake of that tense meeting. Maybe he could gather some advantageous information before they reconvened at breakfast in the morning.

But what he heard from the room directly below him was Feyre’s voice—sweet, breathy, a little sorrowful. “Just make me forget. I don’t want to think about them.”

Rhysand’s came next after a beat of silence. “Is that what you want, darling? Do you need someone to remind you how good you can feel?”

“Yes, High Lord,” she squeaked.

Tamlin was seething. Seething at the idea of his Feyre supplicating to that slimy fucking High Lord of Night. Seething but also…unable to stop from listening in as his almost-bride, the woman he once had in his hands, whimpered for his enemy.

“That’s right. Lay back, darling.” He heard rustling sheets. “Hands up.”

More motion, rustling, then a quiet clink of metal.

Rhysand’s voice returned. “Pretty little High Lady Feyre. All mine to play with.”

Feyre gasped, whimpered again. Tamlin’s heart was hammering in his chest, his breathing labored. He was uncomfortably aware of his cock hardening as he listened to the sounds he’d missed so much. The sounds that he heard in his head as he fucked his own hand, trying to get to sleep at night.

“You’ve been holding out on me, Feyre. I didn’t know you’d enjoy this sort of thing.”

“Well you never asked.” She sounded confident, flirty, happy.

Tamlin downed the rest of the liquor before hurling the glass at the stone floor, watching as it shattered.

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Rhysand

Rhysand held the end of the belt, admiring the way the leather wrapped around his mate’s throat, relishing in the bright pink blush covering her cheeks. They needed this, they both needed this—a distraction, a game, a reminder of what they were fighting for. The rage and fear and lack of control was all already fading slowly into the recesses of his mind.

Rhys’s fingers skimmed up her smooth, taut abdomen ghosting across the underside of her breast before he pinched her nipple. She gasped, her pretty pink lips parting. He smirked, fingers tracing across her chest, and pinched her other nipple harder. She whimpered and he thought he could drown in the sound.

“You’ve been holding out on me, Feyre. I didn’t know you’d enjoy this sort of thing.”

She looked up at him through her lashes, batting them like a little princess. “Well you never asked,” she said in a sweet saccharine voice.

And then he heard glass shatter. Feyre didn’t seem to notice the sound but in an instant, just to be safe, he cast his power out, assessing any threats. His own companions seemed content within their rooms. Below them seemed to be empty but above, where the sound had come from…

Above them, he could sense Tamlin’s presence. He slipped into Tamlin’s mind and saw that he was listening, could hear what they were saying to each other in this room. Rhys growled under his breath. He thought for a second of putting up a shield, giving them some privacy. But then he thought of the things Tamlin had said earlier that day, the things he’d implied about himself and Feyre. And Rhys had a better idea.

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Tamlin

“So fucking beautiful,” Tamlin could hear the muffled voice of Rhysand through the floor. Feyre cried out and Tamlin’s cock twitched. He could picture, clear as day, Feyre making that sound. Feyre beneath him in her bed at the Spring Court, her pale skin and pink nipples and tiny frame that looked even smaller pressed against his own body. He groaned in frustration and hurled himself on the couch, closing his eyes. He wanted to shut out the sounds of them but couldn’t quite bring himself to do it.

“So fucking beautiful and so fucking wet for me. Do you like all this, Feyre? Do you like being my good little wife? Do you like knowing that Tamlin is somewhere here? Probably thinking about me doing this to you right now?”

Tamlin’s eyes flew open at the mention of his name. He heard Feyre groan and he gave into temptation, palming his quickly hardening cock through his pants.

“Answer me, Feyre,” came Rhysand’s voice through the floor.

Tamlin waited, holding his breath, for her response.

“Yes. Yes, yes I like it,” she could barely get the words out through her own pleasure. And it was enough for Tamlin to completely lose control. He undid his belt, pushing his pants off enough to wrap his hand around his cock and stroke, imagining himself standing over Feyre as she touched herself, making circles on her clit and letting loose all of those little noises he so loved.

“I don’t even mind knowing he has memories of you to keep him company. Because right now he’s probably stroking himself, all alone, wishing that he was here doing this to you. I don’t even mind because you’re all mine, isn’t that right?”

Tamlin was actually shocked enough to stop his hand—shocked that Rhysand somehow knew exactly what he was doing. Or at least guessed. Or was this just some sort of game the two of them were playing?

Then Feyre moaned her reply. “Yes, High Lord.”

Tamlin growled under his breath, fisting his own cock again. The thought of Feyre, his Feyre, calling Rhysand High Lord, moaning for him, coming for him was enough to drive him nearly insane. And he could hear all of that—he could hear Feyre through the floor crying out, trying not to scream—and he could perfectly picture her back arching off the bed, the pink blush staining her cheeks and chest, the way her mouth would look wrapped around his cock that was becoming harder and harder under his hand.

And then, as if he had conjured it with his own thoughts, he really could see, clear as day, Feyre in front of him on her hands and knees. Her skin was flushed, a black belt wrapped around her throat and her pretty lips parted around two fingers. Tamlin groaned, sinking into the image, moving his hand faster over himself.

“Keep that pretty mouth open, Feyre darling,” he heard float through the floor at the same time he heard it in his own head.

And that was when Tamlin realized what this was—not his imagination, but Rhysand in his head. Rhysand fucking broadcasting what was happening directly below.

Fury coursed through Tamlin as he watched Feyre being pulled by the belt onto Rhysand’s cock, taking it deep in her throat. Whether his eyes were open or closed, Tamlin couldn’t stop seeing as she eagerly let Rhysand fuck her mouth. Tears sprung to her eyes, drool coating her chin and Tamlin couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help himself as he once again wrapped his hand around himself and pumped.

He felt wretched, furious, but he couldn’t help the groan that escaped his throat as he watched Feyre moaning around Rhysand’s cock. Feyre debasing herself. Feyre submitting in a way that he had only dreamed of —and he had dreamed of it—when she was living with him at the Spring Court.

“My good, nice little wife, aren’t you?” Rhysand said to her, voice gravelly. “No one else gets to have you like this. Tomorrow we’ll be at breakfast with all those other High Lords and their courts and they’ll all know what we did in here tonight. They’ll all wish it was them with their cock in your throat but they’ll know that you’re. All. Mine.”

Not wrong. Not wrong at all.

And then Tamlin was watching as Rhysand pushed Feyre back on the bed and sunk himself into her. Kissed her, bit her, made her cry out as he took what Tamlin hated to admit he still wanted so badly. Feyre’s back arched off the bed as she cried out loudly enough that he heard it both in his mind and through the floor and he tried to ignore the Rhysand of it all and imagine his own teeth sinking into the flesh of her shoulder as he fucked his hand they way he had once fucked her.

Feyre was moaning incoherently now, starting to come completely undone. Tamlin was close to doing the same, something within him winding tighter and tighter and tighter.

“Fuck, Feyre…” Tamlin groaned through gritted teeth as Rhysand told her to relax, told her to open her mouth, to not hold back.

Feyre let out a near animalistic sound and Tamlin came with a groan, just a few moments before the image of them vanished from his mind. He laid on the couch, panting and reeling from the come down. He dragged a hand over his face and growled. Feyre. His Feyre. His fucking Feyre.

And somewhere in the back of his mind, he swore he heard Rhysand laughing.

#this was so mean and i loved writing it #ao3 #acotar #fanfiction #feysand #a court of thorns and roses #requests

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mactavsh · 1 year

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anon here again! so, i��m not sure if you do headcanons but if you do can i request something with the reader and (you guessed it) ghost share a familia type bond? kinda like the last thing i requested but more - domestic i guess. like, they have matching masks and reader makes him little friendship bracelets or whatever. just a bunch of cute shit. in other words, mean one soft for nice one.

my dear anon I love the way your brain works. I've never done headcanons but these were fun!!

Relationships: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Gender Neutral Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: none, fluff!!

As soon as the two of you met, Ghost took a shine to you. He wasn't really sure why at first. Some days he found you to be too loud, but then he realized, you reminded him of his brother.

Every mission he was right behind you, watching over you. Never one without the other.

On a particularly dangerous one, he gave you one of his balaclavas to protect your identity (he definitely didn't laugh at how big it was on your head).

On base he always made sure you ate, he made double whatever he was cooking himself and wordlessly handed you some. He knew you would at times pick off his plate anyway.

Even on base, he would watch over you. He enjoyed watching you do mundane tasks and helping if needed (mostly helping you reach things off high shelves).

You had a knack for weaving paracord bracelets, you’d given one to each member of the team. Red for Soap, green for Price, and yellow for Gaz. You were saving a special purple paracord to make one for him.

When you finally made his he froze, unsure of how to react to the nice gesture. He patted you on the head, muttered a thank you, and left. You knew exactly what he was trying to convey.

Ghost wasn’t usually much for bracelets, but this one never left his wrist.

While on leave you made sure to meet with Ghost often so he wasn’t alone, he never argued. You never made him go anywhere too public - opting for short hikes, movie nights, or a picnic with takeout.

Movie nights are his favorite, he's a massive fan of popcorn. He makes his own kettle corn.

You usually try to always pick a new movie to watch, but on nights when you're overwhelmed with choice, you always throw on old faithful: The Princess Bride.

He often falls asleep on the couch these nights, it's the best sleep he gets.

“Hey big guy, you’re missing the best part.”

“Inconceivable.” He’d mutter while half asleep.

#simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader (platonic)#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley headcanons #mactavsh #asks

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Western!AU where Roach is pretending to be a woman for whatever reason and his coach gets robbed, so he's trying to figure out how to get himself out of this situation

Cue cowboys!Soap and Ghost who come up to try to save him.

Smut or I will steal your pelvis

@callsign-bunnie I think you'll like this one

I read this wrong but I talked to the anon who sent it and they said its fine

Ghost saw the stagecoach rattling by. He and Soap were hiding on either side, waiting. They heard it had a mail order bride and a ton of jewelry on it, so they were planning to steal everything and let the lady escape on one of the horses. Easy money.

The horses were spooked by something, starting to slow down. They looked around and snorted. The stagecoach driver snapped at them to keep moving, but he had been startled as well.

Ghost aimed his gun and shot, knocking one of the wheels. The coach shuddered and quickly started to run off the rails. Soap shot the other front wheel and the horses started to try to run. It dragged the half broken carriage forward as the driver tried desperately to get them to settle. He pulled his gun and started to shoot in Ghost's general direction, missing by miles.

Soap raced out, quickly shooting at him. Blood splattered as the men fell, hitting the ground with a dull thump.

Ghost rushed the stagecoach, just in case someone of fighting ability was in there.

There was a rather small little lady. Well, compared to him at least. Her dress hit her ankles and she had a hat with a veil. She stood up, clearly frightened.

"Don't worry. I wouldn't do anything to ya. Just want the cargo you're carrying." He put the gun up, aiming at her. She didn't move instead freezing in one place. Her head cocked to one side.

Soap opened the door on his side and jumped in. She almost jumped out of her skin and twirled around, putting her back to Ghost. Ghost grabbed her and quickly started to tie her up.

Her head slammed against his nose, the only thing stopping it from breaking being the hard mask over his nose. She slammed her feet into Soap's chest and tried to escape.

"We're not even into women. Just stop fighting so we can grab our stuff and go." Soap said and grabbed her legs, flushing a little when he realized her skirts were flying up. He quickly tried to push them back down.

Ghost held her tighter and the hat fell off her head and subsequently the veil.

They both stopped fighting immediately, staring.

Roach stared back at them. His hair was rather short and though he had some feminine features, he was clearly a man. He blushed brightly.

Soap lifted his skirt to look up it and Roach kicked him hard.

"So... you're a lad. Are you one of those people that doesn't feel like a lad?"

Roach shook his head head, looking more flustered.

Ghost was real quiet as he took in Roach. He was gorgeous. "What's your name?"

Roach reached for his necklace and showed him the engraving.

"Gary Roach Sanderson. Prefer Roach?" Ghost asked him. When Roach nodded, Ghost frowned. "Don't want to talk, love?"

Roach flushed and drew an X over his mouth, a pretty much universal way of saying he's mute.

"He's really pretty." Soap smiled at Ghost, both of them apparently thinking the same thing.

Roach looked between them. Both of them had on masks of skulls and were bigger men. Between them, Roach seemed rather tiny. He flushed more and wiggled just a tiny bit. Ghost had his arms pinned to his chest and Soap still held him up by his legs.

"Just shake your head no and we'll leave, okay?" Ghost promised, gently tilting Roach's head to the side. Roach flushed more but didn't move. Soap slowly ran his fingers further up his legs, exposing more of Roach.

Johnny smiled. "Alright, love. I'm going to unlace your dress." He reached up and started to undo the laces. Ghost lifted his mask and started to kiss Roach's neck. Roach shivered against him and let out a tiny breath.

"Sensitive?" Ghost purred and set Roach down so they could get his dress off. He didn't let Roach turn around to see his face, instead making him face Soap. Soap didn't care that much because he took his mask off fully and stole a kiss from Roach.

Ghost tugged the little garter on Roach's thighs, enjoying the way he jumped against Soap's chest and blushed more. "What do you want to do to him first?"

Soap grinned at him and without saying a word, Soap ended up laying on the seats with Roach in his lap. His back to Soap's chest. Roach blushed more but relaxed against Soap as Ghost spread his legs.

Ghost settled in front of him, starting to smoke, the mask pulled up just enough for him to do so. Soap pushed his fingers into Roach, going slow. Roach shivered and mewled, hips rolling up.

Ghost smirked and kept eye contact with him as Soap worked him open.

Soap kissed along Roach's neck. "Pretty boy. Feel real tight." He let Roach take over as he sat up and slid down on Soap's cock. He bit his own lip and flushed, tensing with his thighs shaking.

Roach rode him slowly, panting softly. His face flushed more and he looked up at Ghost.

Ghost grabbed him by the back of his neck, moving closer. He kept eye contact with him as he leaned in. "There you go. Feel good?"

Roach nodded and kissed him. Neither closed their eyes. Ghost blew the cigarette smoke into his mouth, feeling Roach eagerly open his mouth for.

Soap thrust up into him with no warning and Roach opened his mouth like he was crying out, but no noise came out. He did it again and Roach's eyes rolled back. Roach pressed back and started to quickly bounce again, almost desperately.

"Right there. Think you did something." Ghost grinned at Soap who immediately did it again. Roach's back arched as he eagerly tried to get more. "Don't finish until he does."

Soap groaned. "You're a sadist."

"It's called planning. Want to show him a good time, don't we?"

Roach tried to replicate what Soap had done, but he was too nervous. Ghost could see him trying to shift his hips without letting Soap go too deep. He reached over and forced Roach down, apparently hitting his bitch button dead on.

"There, that better?" Soap purred in his ears.

Roach nodded frantically and pressed back against Soap. He started tearing up, both of his hands now gripping desperately onto Ghost. He desperately rocked on him, eyelashes fluttering as he clearly got close. Soap spit in his hand and stroked Roach.

Their prize managed a barely audible whine before coming all over himself, panting him. Soap grabbed his hips and started to thrust into him hard. He lasted a few more minutes, Roach shaking and starting to get hard again, before he came inside him, kissing his cheek.

"You want a turn?"

"Of course."

Roach whimpered a little as Soap picked him up and passed him over. Ghost laid Roach down and pushed his legs up and out. "Just relax. Not going to stop until you finish."

Thanks to the change in position, it was much easier for him to fuck Roach how he wanted. He was rough with him, grazing his teeth over Roach's shoulder.

A tiny whimper made him almost feral.

Roach wrapped his legs around and Soap's hand found its way into Ghost's hair, gently stroking it away from the mask on his face.

"What if we keep him?" Johnny smiled.

"I wouldn't mind. Want to go home with us sweetheart?" Simon purred.

Roach nodded immediately, head tilted back. He trembled under Ghost who quickly started to stroke him, wanting to finish first. Roach started to shake his head immediately, overstimulated but he quickly melted into it, shaking. His back arched as he whimpered.

Ghost was persistent and pretty soon, Roach couldn't help it. He came again, melting to a puddle in Ghost's arms. Ghost came in him, feeling it drip out of Roach.

Roach held on to his shoulders and buried his face in his arms. Ghost picked him up. "I'll carry him and you get the horse?"

"You got it Simon." Soap kissed him softly and ruffled Roach's hair before stepping away.

#Johnny Soap Mactavish #Simon Ghost Riley #Soap Cod #Ghost COD #Soapghost #Ghostsoap #Soap x Ghost #Ghost x Soap #Macriley #Call of Duty #Call Of Duty Modern Warfare 2 #ghost x roach #roach x ghost #roach x soap #soap x roach #ghost x soap x roach

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strange-doll-child · 6 months

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Hatty: “Oh, there’s my wife! Now she’s a beautiful man!” *kisses her on the cheek*

Love them, I need to draw Randalyn & Emry more now

#HEARTBOX #disney haunted mansion #the haunted mansion #haunted mansion #hm genderbend #the hatbox ghost #hatbox ghost #the beating heart bride #emily de claire #ask #anon ask

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bluesylveon2 · 1 year

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If you still have spots open could I get Idia + Kiss the girl? Your writings are so cute I adore them 😭💙 and please take your time with this!

I immediately saw this and thought Book 7 😂. Also, I'm in the EN server, so idk how exactly Book 7 goes and this is my interpretation of it. TO THOSE IN THE JP SERVER, DO NOT SAY ANY SPOILERS! I WANT TO BE SURPRISED WHEN IT COMES OUT.

I hope you enjoy, anon! 😂

Notes: mentions the Ghost Bride event, Idia has pink hair again, Ortho is a supportive brother, Yuu is bold, Idia doubting himself, true love's kiss, and me blanking out on how to write internet slang

Word Count: 1042 (yall these are getting longer lol)

Warnings: slightly suggestive ending (Yuu and Idia are basically making out), possible ooc characters, and not beta read.

Night Raven College was mostly fixed after the Malleus' overblot. The only thing left could be found in Ramshackle dorm, where the Prefect was asleep. She fell under that condition after getting hit by Malleus' magic, and, according to Sebek, there was a chance she could sleep for eternity. The staff, Grim, and the first-year group stood around her bed when some fireflies appeared.

Crowley greeted the fae prince, "Did you find anything?"

Malleus nodded, and Crowley sighed in relief, "I am willing to try anything as long as it doesn't hurt Yuu. Besides, who is going to do my taxes?!" he exclaimed. The other staff members shook their heads.

Crewel rolled his eyes and slapped Crowley's head, "Snap out of it! My pup's life is in danger!"

Annoyed by the headmaster, Malleus cleared his throat, "The only way to cure Yuu is for true love's kiss."

“True…love’s…kiss…” Everyone said and stayed silent to process everything.

Crewel frowned, "I will not allow a random slimy mutt's lips to touch my pup's. She needs someone that she is close to."

"How about one of the first years?" Trein asked, but Ace (the self-declared leader of the group) shook his head.

"Not a chance. We got brother zoned by her."

The rest of the first years nodded in agreement, "And that would be weird to kiss your sister," Deuce added.

Crewel sighed, "Does anyone know who she was the closest to? Any suggestions?"

Slowly, Ortho raised one robotic arm, "I have an idea."

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"WHY DO I HAVE TO DO IT??"

"Because you are close to the Prefect, Big Brother, and you like her!" Ortho exclaimed, causing everyone to question what was going on. The group could hear a lot of ruckus downstairs, and Idia screamed, "I want to live!" at one point.

Finally, the duo appeared at the Prefect's door. Well, it was Ortho carrying a flailing Idia until he dumped him on the floor at the end of the bed.

Crowley squatted to Idia's level, "Now, I'm sure that Ortho filled you in on the details, but we need you to kiss Yuu so she can wake up?"

"Can't you try to shake her, pour a bucket of cold water on her, or use Sebek's loud voice?"

"MY VOICE IS NOT LOUD!" The half-fae shouted into poor Epel's ears.

Sam sighed and turned to Idia, "This is getting nowhere. Maybe my friends from the other side can convince you?" He smiled, and some eerie shadows appeared behind him, causing shivers to run down Idia's spine.

Trein sighed, and Lucius let out an annoyed meow, "This is getting us nowhere."

"I agree! Is the audience necessary?" Idia asked, and Crowley stood up.

"Fine. We will compromise. We will all leave you alone so you can kiss Yuu," He gestured for everyone to leave, and everyone followed.

"Wait!" Idia called out, "I want Ortho to stay."

"If you insist," Crowley said and closed the door, leaving the two brothers alone.

Ortho floated to Idia, sitting beside him, "What's wrong, Big Brother?"

Idia sighed and looked down at his hands, "Remember that time I got kidnapped by Eliza?" Ortho nodded, "This is the same level as that. Instead of me being in the afterlife, I am possibly Yuu's true love. Do you know how frightening that is?"

Ortho sighed and looked at his brother with big yellow eyes, "I do. I was the one who asked Yuu and the others to rescue you, but now it is the opposite. You can save Yuu!"

Idia turned to his brother with doubt on his face. "But what if it doesn't work? Then what? Even if it did, Yuu would be stuck with a loser like me."

Ortho frowned, "You might think that way, but you are also a genius! Plus, unlike Eliza, Yuu actually likes you, so the feeling is mutual!" he exclaimed with sparkles in his eyes.

Idia smiled, now with determination, "You're right! I got this!" He marched over to where Yuu peacefully slept, unaware of everything around her.

Ortho floated to the green armchair to give his brother some space, "Yeah! And you don't even have to kiss her on the lips. Malleus said true love's kiss could break the curse, but he never said where."

Idia's hair turned slightly pink at the thought. He would be down to kiss Yuu (preferably a short kiss and not a full-on makeout session) if she was awake and not cursed. He looked down at Yuu's sleeping form. If there was one thing the otaku could admit was that she looked adorable, but he would never let anyone hear that out loud.

Idia slowly leaned down toward Yuu's face. Ortho watched as his brother's hair turned even pinker the closer he got. Idia stopped momentarily when his face was a few inches away to admire Yuu. "Please wake up," he whispered, pressing his blue lips on Yuu's forehead.

Idia quickly jumped away but remained at Yuu's side and held his breath. A minute had passed, and there was no movement from the Prefect. Idia turned to Ortho with a defeated look. "It looks like I lost, Ortho. Let's try to find someone else."

"You missed," a voice called out, causing Idia to freeze. He looked down at Yuu, who was wide awake but had a blank expression.

"W-what??"

"I said, you missed my lips. You kissed me on the forehead instead," Yuu smirked, causing Idia's hair to turn pink.

"I mean, you were asleep, and then there's consent-"

Yuu rolled her eyes, "Well, I consent to it now," she grabbed Idia's collar and pulled him down, causing him to fall on top of her on the bed and for his lips to meet hers.

Ortho stood up and cheered, his eyes closed with glee. "Yay! It worked, Big Brother! You are Yuu's true love, after all," The boy opened his eyes to see that the two were enjoying their second kiss a bit too much. Despite the boy getting human characteristics recently, he was still learning. He knew some things about love thanks to being in the Film Research Club.

Ortho immediately flew out the door. "Let me get the others before it gets out of hand!"

400 event is still open!! (only one spot left!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

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ben-the-hyena · 1 year

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The whole ship list for Hatbox and Heartbeat!

Haha the Beating Heart Bride you mean, and as most fans call her Emily !

Who said “I love you” first

I would say Emily. When they were still alive and still "officially" courting (the GH having had set them up now hoping to finally marry her off) begrundgingly, but now for a while had been actually feeling things and grew to genuinely love each other's company. So much that she ended up rejecting the pretty boy she had been planning to elope with because she was starting to get feelings for the older uglier guy she initially was annoyed with until realizing he was fun, funny, actually kind and emotive deep down, sweet, respectful, smart and with a lot in common with her

She felt so safe with him one day they were having a stroll in the Mansion's garden their courting was actually turning into ACTUAL courting a natural way, she mentionned that event, a bit guilty. Him, not really saddened (she just told him she DID renounce after all) but rather genuinely curious asked her why. She pondered for a good while what to reply when she realized the obvious was to be told and she shyly confessed "Well, Mr Pace... because my heart belongs to someone else... you know?". That did hit him like a pleasant truck and warmed him all up inside, he who had never attracted anyone nor felt that for anyone, and the first time he was and feared it wouldn't be mutual because of the age gap, his looks and the context of potential arranged marriage being set up onto this young woman, it actually was. He just stared at her longly, because grinning at her a genuine way different from his usual way we know and telling her "Miss Gracey... that someone sure does have it indeed... but it's only fair because you have his" to which she grinned wider and looked away to hide her blush. Which was only the beginning of tgem being super cheesy to each other for the rest of their lives and afterlives

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

BOTH WOULD but they don't have any. Whenever they use cel phones they just use prepaid ones. Not their time, they do understand the atrait but don't feel the need now they're dead for one

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

None because ghosts don't need to bathe unless they DO need and when they do nothing guarantees the other would follow

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Both. Things that remind them of each other, nostalgic stuff, of events and inside jokes only them know, of super sappy romantic stuff, and of course of stuff that fit their special interests, either common or individual (as much as it can be annpying to her Emily understands Hatty hyperfixates on Scar and hatboxes therefore whenever she sees something related to those she gifts him for which he is very grateful for. He is happy, she is happy)

Who initiated the first kiss

Both. Right after the confession. Completely enamored, Hatty/Randall wanted to gaze in Emily's eyes and made her turn to him sincr she was looking away shyly. They gazed silently, his hand on her cheek, her hand on his hand. Then sooner than they'd think, they lips had locked together

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Any of them who wakes up first and they need to wake up early in the evening (ghosts sleep at day since too much light is dazzling). That is if they sleep at all since ghosts don't need to sleep, but just to cuddle and feel safe in each other's arms they often do

Who starts tickle fights

None, he is too "proper" to indulge in that, and Emily as playful as she is sees tickling as childish

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Again, ghosts don't need to wash. But if Emily for whatever reason is showering in a good mood, she miiiight call in. He actually ZOOMS as a small spectral orb whatever room he is in. In fact sometimes he doesn't need her to call him, and neither does she. They are kinky

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Since ghosts don't need to eat, there is no lunch time, and "work" just is haunting and existint in that Mansion. But sometimes when one is in another place of the property alone or with other ghosts the other can come with a surprise gift which may be one of the cheesy one I mentionned earlier, a cool one or even food. For Hatty it's rarer because ever since he died he kind of lost his appetite, but if Emily has New Orleans food like beignets or a good hot poboys ? That's the sign of ultimate love for him especially during a rough night. As for Emily, ever since her last day of life out of nowhere she did start to love to eat and it didn't calm down after death (cravingsfromthefactsheispregnantbutdoesntknow) and is a big sweet tooth, and her favorite desserts are cupcakes. Hatty sometimes brings her a box of delicious ones. The sign of ultimate love for her especially during a rough night. And if the Hitchhiking Ghosts who love cupcakes too try to steal them from her, she goes FERAL AND Hatty alternates between cheering and holding her back

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

In a way none and both. None because their courting was NOT consented by them but more or less forced as a setup by the Ghost Host and Constance who didn't want their niece to end up a spinster, so Hatty/Randall was kind of awkward about it whenever they would invite him pretexting business ("I JUST CAME TO SELL HATS WTF. OK JUST PLAY IT COOL AND YOU CAN LEAVE") and she the early times was a pest determined to send him away like Jasmine does with the princes in Aladdin. That is until she did feel guilty seeing he was trying to be courteous without wanting this either and apologized and he understood and they started to talk for real blablabla you know how it goes. Then when their feelings would blossom would the courting become shy and mutually giggly and awkward a good way. THEN when the confession happened from that day they were just being super cheesy lovestruck idiots who vould finally let their inner romantics they had held in out at last

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Emily. None of them fear spiders, but she is disgusted at the idea of them making web in her veil or hair. Whenever she sees one, *sbam*. Which Hatty finds to be exagerated "Love we are noncorporeal when we want to" "Better be safe than sorry". Plus he grew to enjoy critters during his banishment to the graveyard

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

HATTY. He rarely is drunk since he rarely drinks at all anymore but the one time it happened he was loudly telling her how he loved her over and over as she was hushing him and nodding while trying to get him in the attic with the help of the other Beating Heart Brides and putting him to bed

#ask #anon #moi #hatbox ghost #emily #haunted mansion #love is here #i ship it !#original bride #beating heart brides

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bellyasks · 1 month

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lactation anon i took ur emojis & just applied them to Regular Milk😭😭😭😭😭 im sorry ik its not the same at all but as i dont go to lactation this is the best i can offer

🤒 Your character isn't feeling good at all. They don't really have much in the way of home remedies, but they know that milk makes you strong, so maybe drinking some will help them feel better? What's the worst that could happen?

🥵 It's a million degrees out and your character is desperate for something cold. Right now, the thing that sounds best is a nice big glass of ice-cold milk. They just have to be careful not to guzzle it down too quickly.

👻 Your character has been possessed by a ghost who's been craving milk for ages. They've finally got the chance to drink it again, but unfortunately, the body they're using to enjoy it isn't taking it so well, and the ghost dips, leaving your character with an upset milk-filled tummy.

🌝 Your character is a big fan of liquid bloating and decides to give it a shot with milk, determined to see how much they can fill themself up before they have to quit. Milk is a lot heavier than the water and soda they typically use, though, and it's not long before they realize this might be more than they can handle.

👰🏾‍♀️ Your character is the beautiful bride-to-be--or somebody who has to get into a fancy dress for whatever reason--and they're also prone to bloaty tummyaches. They make the mistake of drinking some milk the morning of the wedding/event, and, combined with their nerves, it sets off their belly, leaving them so bloated that they're not sure the dress is going to fit.

👩🏾‍🍳 Your character is baking cookies, and they realize the milk they're using is going to expire tomorrow. They still have a lot left, though, and make a point of having a LOT of milk and cookies that day so it won't be wasted.

🥇 Your character and their friend are having a competition to see who can drink the most milk in a set amount of time. No matter who wins, there will be no winners here.

#omitted a couple bc i straight up did not know what 2 do with em & theres only so much one can do with Standard Milk #prompts #belly kink #tummy kink #liquid bloat #stuffing #stuffed belly #stomachache kink #belly #bellyache #my post

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merakiui · 9 months

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Hi Mera! I had a thought while I was playing TWST, and since Halloween is coming up soon, I had some thoughts of gravekeeper Riddle.

I can't stop thinking about how he'd act on his role as the gravekeeper in a cemetery, constantly tending to graves and making sure no one dares to tread into his territory. Some made up rumors of how terrifying it is to go there at dead of night because you swear you see two gray blues watching you like a hawk...

In comes ghost bride darling who probably dressed up as such for the night, but the attire and makeup makes them look beautiful for him to take his eyes off of them! Although they were left behind by their companions out of a dare, they still look beautiful, and Riddle is a kind man... He can always help them out! With a... Price, of course.

Ghost bride probably looked like a mess because of the dare, or maybe they're scared of what they saw without their friends. Silly bride, Riddle is here to help! He can always lead them out, but who's to say that he wanted to keep her this time... For himself?

Oooh, ghost bride being his darling little song bird too... orz orz his groovy haunts me because I keep thinking of him having to lie down in such a position and causing ghost bride to end up flustered (which would be so funny if he does as well, mostly out of embarrassment).

Oh, also, can I be 🌸🍒 anon? I'm not sure if it's taken yet, but if it is, then lmk! I love your works a lot and I usually stalk your blog, so I decided to drop this idea as a though. That's all, have a good day Mera!

Hi hi 🌸🍒 anon (the emojis you used are so cute omg)!!!! <3 thank you for liking my works and stalking my blog hehe!! I hope you will continue to enjoy my writing! :D

Gravekeeper Riddle is one of my favorite flavors of Riddle. orz he's so spooky and gothic and his groovy uuuwuaaaaa... everything about it is so perfect. The way he lies on the coffin, his heels, his smirk, his lipstick.......... and if you were a lonely, wandering ghost bride who is unable to pass onto the spirit realm and gravekeeper Riddle takes a fancy to you... naturally, the rules state he ought to find a way to send you onwards so that your lingering attachments can be resolved, but he's just so fond of you. You have the prettiest voice and you're still dressed in your wedding attire. You always speak so sweetly to him as well, and he falls even more in love with you with each passing night.

It's difficult to love a ghost, mainly because in order to truly love you he himself must also become a ghost. Riddle weighs his options. He can keep you trapped in the human world with him, where he'll do his best to grant all of your fantasies and such, and you'll always stay with him, unable to leave for anyone else. If you insist on kissing, he can find ways around it, such as holding up a mirror fragment as a barrier so that your lips won't truly touch. <3 it's romantic in its own way.

He'll distract you from your main objective of finding a lost love who will likely never return. He'll be your love instead. Just stay here with him. He keeps your grave cleaned and polished, and he takes such good care of the surrounding grounds so that nothing will ever wilt. You can trust him. He means well, and he only wishes to protect you. There's nothing to be frightened of. He's not a scary human. After all, he loves you so very much. Too much, arguably, and maybe you're his own lingering attachment he just can't shake. :) not in life and certainly never in death.

#twisted chit chat #🌸🍒 anon #RIDDLE DAY IS SOON #RIDDLE DAY RIDDLE DAY RIDDLE DAY!!!#A DAY DEDICATED TO ONE RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS #AAAAAAA I'M SO EXCITED >0<#every day is riddle day in my world but the 24th is the most special riddle day <3

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yukidragon · 1 year

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Hi, so I wanted to ask you something since I've seen you upload some of the public access art from Sauces OG twitter. I know that's the way to do it, I'm in the patreon too and that stuff is protected. What I wanted to ask was if you had some of the OG Gallagher mansion stuff? Like the concepts etc. Pretty much all of it got deleted and I tried looking some up to remind myself of the project and not much is still around. You can privately answer or make a post, it's up to you.

Yup, that’s the way to do it. Don’t repost the privately posted patreon stuff anywhere, and make sure to always credit Sauce for their publicly posted art when shared. They’re kind enough to allow me to use pictures in my headcanon rambles and such, and I want to always give them the credit and praise they deserve for such wonderful art and creative stories and characters for us to play with. They’re awesome and deserve our support.

If you want content to see the project is still going strong, then you’re in luck! There was a recent update on the project over on the SnaccPop Studios’ twitter. Check out this beautiful background. Though, even more enticing is the voiced teaser of the project in this post. We finally get to publicly hear what Elias sounds like and get a glimpse into what the choices might be for the game.

Of course, there are more teasers up on the SnaccPop Studios Patreon, including nudes of Elias. There were some nudes posted by Sauce publicly on their now gone twitter, but tumblr might not take them as artistic nudity and might nuke my blog if I post any images that are too spicy.

That said, there have been brand new public posts with Elias’ fully clothed sprites over on twitter. Check them out here, and maybe say a kind word to the lovely artist while you’re there~

As for the older publicly posted art, there were a couple shown in a previous ask over here. Sadly, I don’t have the very first original concept art where Elias is putting a necklace on his living bride. I do, however, have a picture of big boy Elias carrying his new “bride” but he’s a bit too excited for me to share the picture here in its entirety.

Sadly, I can’t show the rest of this beautiful piece of art by Sauce to give you a better sense of just how big Elias is compared to Y/N (in more than one sense of the word), but the player stand in character here is also naked, and I’m not gonna roll the dice on whether gray anon booty will result in me being smote by the tumblr gods. Such a shame too.

You know, last time I posted a cropped spicy picture of Sauce’s, I wrote a steamy little snippet to go with it. To make up for the lack of the concept art and cropping this picture, how about I write a little Adults Only bit of spice here too? I don’t have my MC for the Groom of Gallagher Mansion solidified in my mind yet (though I do have a few thoughts) so maybe this would be a good excuse to expand my writing skills by trying to tackle some gender-neutral reader-insert fiction for once. I hope you enjoy it.

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Elias was warmer than I expected for someone who had been dead for at least 100 years. I felt the heat rise where his bare skin touched mine. I knew that I was screwed when I agreed to tie the knot with the lonely ghost of Gallagher Mansion, but I didn’t really expect that literally.

For crying out loud, how could a ghost get a hardon, especially one so big?

Despite how crazy the situation was and how fast we rushed into this marriage, I couldn’t help but feel excited when he brushed up against my thighs as Elias scooped me up into his arms, all hot, hard, and faintly twitching when our skin made contact. He bit his lower lip in a failed attempt to stifle the noise he made that was suspiciously like a whimper.

Damn it. Why did Elias have to be so cute?

Elias lifted me just a little higher so that he could recover from the contact, taking a moment to… catch his breath? Or at least imitate it. Old habits die hard, even in death, it seemed.

I didn’t have much time to dwell on it, as I was caught by the charming smile he sent my way as he spoke my name with so much adoration that my racing heart sped up just a little more. “My dearest beloved, I can’t tell you how excited I am to finally consummate our love.”

“I can tell,” I said, and immediately I was rewarded by the darkening blue hue of his cheeks that I knew by now was a blush. I smirked as he sputtered for a moment, flustered. It was so fun to tease someone as innocent as him.

Elias cleared his throat as he composed himself. “Yes, well… how can I not be when my beloved consort is as beautiful and alluring as you?” He then smiled, almost devilishly, as I felt the fire in his smoldering gaze blaze through my already burning core. His voice dipped lower, growing in confidence as he leaned in closer. “And I can tell that you’re excited as well, beloved.”

My face burned hotter at that. I shouldn’t have been surprised that Elias noticed, considering every inch of me was laid bare before him, but I was still caught off-guard by his increasing boldness.

I was excited, despite how crazy the situation was. I wanted what was coming next, but it was impossible not to feel nervous, especially when I was expected to take something so big inside me. Could I even handle it? Would he even fit?

Still… a part of me really wanted to find out.

“Please be gentle with me,” I said softly. Sure, it was a cheesy old line, but it felt fitting right now.

“Of course, dearest!” Elias said, almost taken aback that I would assume anything less. “I would never do anything to bring you discomfort in any way.” A bit of his shyness slipped back in as he glanced away. “I might not have… experience in such…” He paused to clear his throat. “…Intimacy, but I promise that I will take care of all of your needs tonight and more.” He lowered his voice in a husky whisper as his burning gaze met mine. “All you need to do is ask, and I’ll gladly fulfill your every desire.”

The promise sent a shiver up my spine, and the way his fingers began to teasingly stroke my thigh coaxed me to spread my legs just a bit despite the precarious position I was in. I should have been off balance by the way he held me, but I supposed he was using his ghostly powers to levitate me more than he was using those muscular arms of his to hold me up.

Fuck it, I was in too deep already, so I might as well embrace this whole marriage deal and let my husband fill me even deeper.

Throwing away the last of my reservations, I grabbed his cheeks and pulled Elias in for a kiss. I think I displaced his head from his neck in my eagerness, and he jolted briefly, startled, but that melted away quickly as he returned the kiss with a passion I never felt with anyone alive. The taste of him was hot and exciting, drawing me in and making me hunger for more as he held me close.

As I ran my hands along my new husband’s muscular chest, I felt Elias start to explore me as well. I had to end the kiss to let out a gasp as his wandering fingers made their way between my legs and found my entrance.

I clung to him tightly as Elias gave me another devilish smirk, the touch of his fingers light and teasing as he circled my opening. I bit my lower lip to stifle a moan that slipped free as he slid a finger smoothly inside. I couldn’t help but squirm as he touched me so deeply, soon sliding in another finger just as easily.

Fuck. For someone inexperienced, Elias was really good with his hands.

“Oh my dearest,” Elias cooed as he skillfully played with my body like a fine instrument. “My beloved, my sweetest, my only love… You look so beautiful right now, writhing in my arms and making such cute sounds.” He kissed my cheek, then again, marking a trail to my ear. He spoke my name against my ear in a way that sent a shiver down my spine as his… breath(?) caressed me there. “Won’t you use that melodious voice of yours to say my name? Please, my dearest?”

“E-Elias,” I panted, and was immediately rewarded as he pumped his fingers in deeper, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Oh fuck, Elias!”

I tried to buck into his hand, but the position made it impossible for me to move much. I was at my husband’s mercy, helpless to do anything but writhe in his grasp and hold onto Elias tightly as he played a concert with my body, coaxing his name out of me again and again. He cooed my name in return as he spoke sweet words of love and praise as he drove me closer and closer to the edge until he sent me over it, screaming his name.

I may have been screwed by marrying Elias, but right now there was nothing I wanted more.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

#The Groom of Gallagher Mansion #TheGroomOfGallagherMansion #Elias Gallagher #Reader-Insert #x Reader #Ask #Sauce-y Art #My Writing

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