#sub!muriel

[arcanastan101]

Self Love❤️

Femdom!Reader/Sub!Muriel(the arcana)

spice level: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

plot: a sexy little anniversary gift turns into a heated therapy session you can’t take your eyes off of.

Notes: pegging, sex in front of a mirror, lingerie, self confidence issues, embarrassment, forced self love, modern au, feminization

The box was small, plain, and tightly wrapped in a black silk bow. Its contents had been ordered weeks ago in anticipation of your upcoming anniversary, and it had arrived just in time. You'd considered just springing the idea on him; shoving the package into his hands, shoving him into the bathroom, and telling him to meet you in the bedroom once he was done, but that was far too mean. Instead, you’d gradually let him in on the plan, sprinkling small hints here and there, before unraveling the whole truth. 

“Muriel, it’s here!” you hollered, excitedly picking the box up off your front step. 

Fantasies of the fun to come swirled as you closed the door and walked into the cabin. One idea in particular stood out, something you had been planning for much longer than the rest. Muriel sat in the sun room, carving away at what you could only assume was part of your gift. As you emerged in the doorway he quickly hid his work, dark green irises meeting yours as you presented the box to him. 

“What’s this?” he asked, gently taking the container from your hands. 

“Remember what we talked about trying?” you asked, a small grin adorning your smile.

“This is that?” he questioned, tugging at the silk of the bow.

“Don’t open it yet, this is just your part,” you giggled, placing your hands on his to stop his motion. 

“Are we doing this right now?” he whispered, taking your hands in his, the warmth of his calloused palms spreading into your fingertips. 

“Sure, if you’re up for it,” you agreed. 

He stood up from his place, the box held to his waist as he leaned forward to kiss you. He smelled strongly of cedarwood, and the warmth he radiated was so inviting you almost wanted to forget about the plan. The kiss lasted a little longer than usual, and a pink tint dusted his cheeks as he pulled away. 

“Meet me in the bedroom once you're done,” you ordered, gently stroking your thumb across the stubble along his jawline. He gave you a small smile before parting ways. As you tiptoed to the bedroom your mind ran with thoughts of the tight lace against his honeyed skin; it was nearly impossible to wait for your fantasies to stand before you. You were quick to undress and get into your harness, despite nearly falling in the process. Worried he would return any minute, you fell back onto the bed, reveling in the comfort of the blankets and furs. His earthy scent danced around your head from the blanket beneath you; the familiar smell sent shocks downwards, and you began to wonder what was taking so long. 

“Muriel,” you called gently, hoping for a response at the very least.

Yet he was silent, and you waited impatiently atop the mattress. After several more minutes you rose, and walking to the bathroom you were silent. 

“Muriel,” you called again, “is everything alright in there?”

Again he remained quiet and a small tinge of anxiety sparked in your mind.

“Y-Yea, I guess,” he mumbled, the tone of his voice so much smaller and weaker than it had been only moments prior.

“Do you need help?” you asked, placing your ear to the door, “can I come in?” 

After his quiet approval, you pushed through the door, expecting to see him bent in some strange angle in an attempt to put on your present. Instead he sat on the edge of the tub, the forest green lace and small gold accents sitting beautifully, oh so tightly against his skin. He did not look at you, but rather kept his eyes turned to the floor. 

“Is everything ok?” you asked, hesitantly walking towards him

“Why did you buy this for me?” he asked, still refusing to meet your eyes. 

“Why? Because I wanted to see you in it, it looks really good on you,” you complimented, gently squeezing his thigh as you took a seat beside him.

“It l-looks so bad, I look so bad,” he whispered, turning his head away from you to face the wall. 

“What was that?” you asked, this time moving to grab him by the chin and force him to meet your eyes. 

“I-I don’t look good, I’m sorry,” he whispered, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t have to face you, and tightening his arms around himself.

“Muriel, you look so good,” you started, dragging your hand down his throat to the lacy green choker seated delicately above his collar bones. 

“The color matches your skin the way I knew it would, and it hugs you in all the right places like it should, you look good enough to eat,” you whispered, placing a soft kiss to his temple. Your hand continued to wander, first giving a tender tug to the golden bell around his throat, then tracing over the emerald elastic sat over his pectoral muscle before yanking it upwards to hear the snap it made against his skin. He lightly shuddered at this, and despite his embarrassed demeanor, leaned into your touch, positively reacting to your physical reassurance. Further down, you looped a finger beneath the corset style belt, watching as the gold pattern against the green moved with the expansion of your finger. 

“So tight,” you whispered, gently pulling back on the belt, admiring the way it made his waist look so much smaller. 

“Where did you learn to tie one of these?” you asked, running your hand against the small sliver of his bare skin between the belt and bra. 

“I don’t know, I just d-did what it said,” he answered, turning away from you yet again. 

He brought his hands up to the edge of the tub to lean back, further exposing himself to you. Finally, moving on from the belt you traced along the elastic against his hip. It was evident the panties were a size too small from the way the band dug into his skin, and the way his cock bulged out despite the fact that he wasn’t yet hard. Instead of giving him the pleasure of your touch, you ran your hand down his thigh, gently squeezing as you went along, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his muscles tense. 

“ So, Muriel, how do you look?” you asked, withdrawing your hand to trace his figure with your pupils instead. He was hesitant to answer, looking from the tile on the floor, to the wall and back again. 

“R-really bad,” he mumbled, leaning forward again to appear smaller.

Without giving him time to think you took hold of his manhood, and his deep green irises finally meant yours.

“Wrong,” you growled, giving him an experimental squeeze, to which he groaned. “Get up,” you ordered, and he quickly obliged. 

Pulling him by his cock, you brought him before the mirror, but still his eyes remained downcast.

“How do you look, Muriel?” you asked again.

Rather than answer, he simply bowed his head and grumbled as a means of repeating his earlier response. With a hand against the small of his back, you pushed him forward so that his upper half leaned against the counter and he had no choice but to face the mirror. Taking up your place behind him, you gently pressed the silicon attachment against him, while leaving a trail of soft kisses along his spine. Each time your lips touched his hot skin he would shudder, arching against you. 

You reached forward to grab a handful of his dark luscious hair, before yanking his head back. 

“How do you look, Muriel?” you asked, though his eyes remained shut and he did not respond. You brought a flat palm to his ass, and watched him jump at the impact. 

“You’re not listening very well, you know,” you regarded him, rubbing his hips while pushing against him. 

“I-I’m sorry,” he groaned, pushing back against you, but putting his head back in his arms. 

“It’s no problem, I know how to make you listen,” you whispered, hooking a finger under the tight green elastic bands at his hips and gently tugging them down. You took note of the sharp breath he sucked in, and let out a quiet chuckle. 

It’s not long before the lube under the sink had been retrieved and two fingers prepped. 

“Ready?” you taunt, rubbing the slick on your fingers over his hole; at which he shuttered and gave a faint nod. Little time is wasted pressing your fingers into him, watching his back arch at the penetration and catching the nearly silent, guttural sound he lets out. You laugh again, taking your time stroking your two fingers over his insides. Though he tries to stay silent, little noises erupt from his chest time and time again, and you watch his legs get weak when you find that special spot. Eventually he begins rocking back against your fingers at his own pace, and you slowly add a third. His occasional noises turn into deep moans, and he refuses to lift his head from the counter; however judging from the deep red his shoulders and upper back have flushed, you would bet his face is the same color. 

“Are you ready, Muriel?” you ask, stopping his movements and slowly pulling your fingers out of him. 

“U-Uh-huh,” he groans, his legs shaking as he struggles to keep any sense of composure he has left. 

You're quick to rub lubricant over the strap, wanting nothing more than to elicit the sounds you know he’ll make; and to move on to the next part of the plan. Slapping the silicon against him, you align the tip with his entrance, and in his desire he pushes back against you. The moan that falls from his lips sounds almost relieved if it weren’t so muffled. 

Yet again, you reach forward to grab a handful of his hair, and pull his head back while you thrust forward, pushing the remaining length of silicon into him. The look on his face is one of pure pleasure, but it is unrivaled to the sound he makes. 

“Good boy,” you praise, slowly rocking your hips to give him pleasure. 

“Th-thank you, thank you,” he groans, trying to pull his head back down to rest in his arms. 

“Muriel,” you call, yanking his head back more firmly and pulling out until only the tip remains inside him, “how do you look?”

The expression on his face changes from one of lust to confusion, and then his eyebrows furrow in worry, he does not open his eyes, and if the red on his cheeks could flare any darker it would. 

“I-I,” he begins to mumble.

“If you want this dick,” you offer, “you’ll have to tell me you’re handsome.”

All is silent for a moment, his labored breath is loud, and it's easy to tell how eager he is as he tries to push his hips back against you. 

“Pl-please,” he groans, ignoring your request.

“Please what?” you ask, “you know what you have to do.”

Again he pauses, only the sound of his breath penetrating the silence as he contemplates your offer. If it would really be worth it to lose all shame, and give in to your orders. He can feel tears welling at the thought of such an embarrassment, or maybe just at his neediness. 

“I-I am…h-handsome,” he whispers, scrunching up his nose and barring his teeth while admitting it, voice so quiet it's nearly silent. 

“What was that?” you ask, tugging on his hair once more. 

“I-I a-am..”

“Open your eyes, handsome,” you order.

After a moment you catch a glimpse of his blown out pupils in the mirror; the forest green almost lost in a sea of black, and you smile. “Now, say it,” you order, thrusting the full length into him to remind him of hisreward. 

“I a-am hands-some,” he says, loud enough to hear. 

You give him a few more good thrusts, enjoying his oh-so deep mantra of groans that just seem to keep growing in pitch. 

“You are sexy,” you affirm, stopping the movement of your hips to leave a quick kiss on his back. 

“I am-m, s-sexy,” he whimpers, blown out pupils staring into themselves as you return to your pace. 

As your thrusts get deeper his voice gets louder, and eventually your hand holding his hair moves forward to hold his throat. The vibrations of his gravelly voice are prominent against your palm, and it takes everything in you not to press down and see how good that voice sounds choked. 

“You deserve this,” you moan, feeling your own coil tighten. 

“I-I, oh~, I d-deser-erve this,” he nearly yells, the pleasure from your movements consuming his every thought that dare form

It isn’t long before his legs are giving out, and he shivers at each thrust you give him, though those are quite random and uneven considering your legs aren’t in much better shape. You grab hold of his hips to hopefully stabilize yourself, as you take in, for the last time, just how good he looks in lace. With a few more thrusts his voice is high and breaking, and he tenses as much as his body will allow, cumming untouched solely at this feeling of your strap. Your release follows shortly after and you collapse against him. The sweat on his skin sticking to yours, as some final post-orgasimal shivers flow through the both of you. 

“Thank y-you,” he mumbles, reaching out behind him to languidly stroke your arm. 

“O-of course, thank you, you were a very good boy,” you huff, lazily pushing yourself off of him, and slowly easing the strap out. 

After a few moments he pushes himself up too, still unsure of his legs, and wraps you in a hug. Though it's sweaty, and neither of you are entirely confident in your ability to stand, the beat of his heart is the most comforting sound you have ever heard; and you can only think about what it means to you. 

“We should probably shower,” he whispers, gently stroking your hair. 

“Probably so,” you agree, pulling away from his warm skin to turn the shower on. 

“That was honestly one of the best anniversary gifts ever,” he whispers sheepishly. 

“Just so long as you know how much you mean to me,” you smile, carefully removing your harness so as not to fall. 

He only manages a smile, following you into the shower with the thought of just how he would finish your ring. 

#the arcana #muriel #muriel the arcana #femdxm #he gets pegged #men gets pegged #reader insert #x reader #muriel x reader #muriel x mc #muriel x apprentice #dom! reader #smut #spicy content #sub!muriel #lingiere #men in lingerie

[teeth-farie]

Honeycomb

Muriel/GN Reader

Notes: trans muriel, lingerie, fingering, feminization, roleplay, cheesy housewife novels, 3k words

☞. . . Hey! It’s been a while! This is based on me and my friends headcanon about muriel liking those cheesy housewife novels

Moving in with Muriel was easy enough, you had been together on the hunt for a year, after all. The two of you had long surpassed any discomforts that new couples would face while adjusting in each other's spaces. You found it easy to fall into his orbit, melding together in peaceful harmony.

But one thing you didn’t expect, however, was Muriel’s lack of…everything in his home. Yes, you anticipated it somewhat, but there was nothing to occupy his time or his mind other than work, nothing for him to relax other than a single, woodcarving chisel. There needed to be more, you needed him to have the necessities of life. 

So you started bringing home books. Simple, short novels from the shop that would give him a little more wonder to his day. But not many Vesuvians knew how to read, and the thought that you gifted something that he couldn’t use made you panic–but as he picked up the small volume and flicked through, feeling the texture of the pages and taking in the summaries, you felt your anxiety quell. You think that Asra must have taught him when they were young, and the thought of the two pointing to words in a too-large tome has you smiling. 

“Thank you,” Muriel breathed, a fascination in his eyes at your gifts, small and lovingly worn in his hands. When was the last time he had gotten a chance to read? A long time. Too long.

He had finished the book in a day.

It was hard to pull him away from it. Many times you caught him flipping the book back open, making his way through chapter by chapter. Nothing could pull him away; he’d use one hand to hold it open while brushing Inanna or stirring stew in the hearth, and it was a miracle that he didn’t try to take the book with him while tending to the chickens. 

Muriel finished it during dinner, his attention focused on the page as he spooned hearty stew into his mouth across from you. It was a short book, only about one hundred pages, but it filled him with a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. 

“Was it good?” You asked, smiling around your spoon, finally catching his attention. He flushed, sheepish as he nodded. “Yeah, I liked it.”

 “I’m so glad! Why don't you tell me about it?” 

Unfortunately, you had only so many books, and Muriel had begun to get picky with his findings. He liked reading fairytales and poetry, he liked mystical adventures with beautiful creatures, and you only had so much. 

So you took him to the market in search for more, sifting through dusted novels and doggy-eared journals for something he’d enjoy. And enjoy he did, walking back home with you with the smallest smile on his face, a new little treasure in his bag. 

Nothing was like seeing the awe on his face when the first official library in Vesuvia opened, and while he didn’t attend the grand opening (far too many loud people, he had said), he went frequently thereafter, making unintentional friends with the librarians and allowing himself to bask in the light of the large windows. 

You kept an eye out for new literature while you were out likewise, searching through the selections to find something new.

And it was meant as a joke, really. You meant it to be a funny gag gift when you brought home a novel with a hand-drawn cover of a delicate, foresty woman holding onto a well chiseled man. 

Muriel’s face had erupted in red, steam practically shooting from his ears. He grumbled, giving the cover a side eye. You hadn’t thought much of it after that, admittedly, aside from the laughs it gave you. 

You stir awake, turning over on your side. Muriel’s sitting up in the bed, the bedside candle lit and flickering, illuminating his large form delicately. He’s holding a book in his hands, and you hear his breath softly hitch as he flips the page, his hand coming up to his face and his teeth catching on his thumb. You’ve never seen him react like that before when reading.

“Honey?” You call out.

You hear him choke on his breath and he quickly snaps the book shut, pinching the flame out with his fingers.

“Go back to bed.” He says tightly.

“What were you reading-“

Muriel quickly lays back down with his back towards you. “Nothing!” He practically yelps. “Go to sleep!”

You snuggle back up against him and he begins to relax again. How odd. 

Muriel was quiet the morning after that, and while he likes to think he’s sneaky, you know he’s hidden that joke gift book under his pillow. When he steps outside to chop more wood, you take a peek at the book under his pillow. You crack it open to his bookmark, letting your eyes fall on a paragraph. 

“-The impish magician finds the nymph under him, her long legs spread open. She smells like lavender and honey, and he wants to eat her whole. 

“My hero,” she croons, watery, doe like eyes staring up into his. “Treat me gently, I beg of you.”

The magician's hand is in between her legs, fingers pressing into her p-“

Ah. You hadn’t expected this little book to be that graphic. No wonder Muriel had been so shy about it! You look over your shoulder at the window, carefully peering to see him still halving wood. With a grin full of teeth and a mind full of mischievous ideas, you flick through a few more pages.

…

The next following days you put your plan into action.

Admittedly, you couldn’t wait to get your hands on him. Fortunately for you, Muriel also seemed to be in a touchy-feely mood, reciprocating the touches and kisses. In the back of your mind, you wonder if that novel had anything to do with his more spontaneous libido as of late. 

Your hands press against his sides, lightly brushing against his ribs and drawing out a breathy little sound that makes you grin against his lips. His mouth is wet and soft against yours, parted as your tongue swipes against his bottom lip. It makes him shiver, his fingers clutching into the knit of your sweater. The hearth is still burning, the low flickering of the fire warming your skin almost as much as the kissing is. 

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” you breathe out, your teeth catching gently on his lip. Muriel makes a whimpery little sound, and you think about how much more you want to hear it. He hums in curiosity, eyes still lidded when you pull away to fetch a bag from under the bed.

You open up your bag, taking out the linen-wrapped package. “What's that?” He asks, interest peaked as you hand it to him. “Open up and see.”

Muriel looks down at the package in his hands and carefully, like he thought it might bite him, he peels away the covering. The sight inside makes his breath hitch, his skin blooming hotter. 

White and sage lace, silks, all wrapped into each other to form a gorgeous set of lingerie. He feels his hands tremble a bit, and somewhere in the back of his mind says that this feels familiar. 

And then it hits him; this fits the exact description of what the character in the novel wears during one of the scenes in which– oh, oh, Muriel’s face has gotten so very red–

“Like it? I flipped through that book you like so much and thought about doing something special for you.” You rest your hand on his thigh, snapping him away from his flustered focus. He looks at you, biting on his lips. “So what do you say? Wanna put it on, honeycomb?” 

Another piece from the book, an endearing nickname for the forest nymph that has him feeling less than innocent. 

You’re watching him as he pulls off his sweater, inch upon glorious inch of skin exposing, light brown with scars and stretches. He’s gained weight since you’ve both made your peaceful life together, indulging in things he never thought he’d be able to savor. No longer is his skin clinging to muscles. He's soft, squishy over that strong body, and it takes everything in your power not to sink your fingers into his stomach. 

The pants follow next, then his simple underwear, until he’s completely nude in front of you. Vulnerable in all the best ways. He’s biting his lip, gently touching the lingerie in the wrapping. 

“Do you want help?” You offer, meeting his shy gaze. “Mm,” Muriel can only whine, slowly, stiffly nodding his head. “Please,” he tacks on for extra measure, possibly a little less shy than you thought; he knows how hot it gets you when he uses his manners. 

You feel a little shiver in your spine, one of excitement as you grab the panties and twirl them around your finger. “Come on, big boy,” you whistle playfully and your big boy snorts with a roll of his eyes, standing to his feet before the bed where you sit. “Or should I say, little lady?” 

Now that gets you a nice little sound, a stuttery gasp from his kiss-swollen lips. “You like that?” You grin, holding out the leg holes of the panties for him to step into. Muriel grabs onto your shoulders as he does, nodding sheepishly in agreement. “That’s a good girl,” you snap the band around his hips, the sage silks and lace framing his hips and ass snuggly. His hips jerk, already dampening the fabric with his arousal. “So, so pretty. And you’re all for me.” You lean forward, eyes flicking up to his as you press a kiss to his stomach, over the thick happy trail leading into the scrunched elastic of the underwear. 

“Ssstop…” Muriel whimpers, turning his face in embarrassment. 

“You want me to stop? Are you sure?” You fiddle with the bralette you’ve yet to put on him. “Or are you just being shy again?” 

He huffs, face still profoundly red. “Shut up.” He grumbles, though empty of malice. You’ve got your answer, so you hold out the last bit of lingerie for him. Muriel loops the straps over his shoulders, turning around for you to fasten the clasps. You don’t miss how he shivers when your knuckles brush against his spine, or the way his breath catches in his throat when those fingers trail down the length of his back. 

“Turn around, let me see you, honeycomb.” 

Muriel follows your order without a second thought, shuffling to face you. And he looks gorgeous. Green truly is his color, there’s no doubt about that. The bralette hugs his chest, the scalloped-edged cups framing his breasts. Your eyes rake down lower, down his beautiful scarred chest and stomach, thick patches of hair littering the path, all the way down to the hem of his panties. You almost drool at the way his clit bulges against the cloth, swollen and needy. 

“Look at you…” you grab his hips and squeeze, fingers looping under the band of his panties to give them a playful snap. “Back on the bed, hun, come here,”

He crawls into bed after you, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he does. Every shift of his thighs has the heat between his legs growing stronger, a measly friction that makes him feel even more desperate. Muriel’s the one to initiate another kiss, his hands carefully placed on the tops of your thighs. You thread your fingers in his hair, smiling against his lips. You have to use your grip to pull him back to speak, a thin line of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. 

“So eager…Lay down, that’s it,” the blankets are soft below his half-naked skin, although failing to warm him quite like your touch. You spread his legs apart, excitement surging through you at the sight of his dampening underwear. 

Teasingly, you run your fingers up the inside of his thigh, up to where he needs you the most. “What was the thing your book talked about? The magician putting his fingers in the nymph’s flower?” 

Muriel chokes on a gasp, hands shooting up to cover his face. “Ugh-”

“Come on, honeycomb, don’t you want that too? You’re already dressed up just like her.” Your thumb rubs over his bulging clit, drawing a whimper from his lips. He nods from behind his hands.

“Ah, Ah, I gotta hear you say it.”

Muriel peeks from behind his fingers. “Don’t make me say it…”

You don’t grant him any reprieve, only giving those just-barely-there rubs of your fingers over his clit. He keens, hips flexing up frustratedly. “Please,” he gasps out, “puh-put your f-fingers in my, inmyflower.” 

“Oh, good girl.” You grin, relishing the shiver that runs through him. He breathes out shakily when you pull his panties aside, fingers spreading him open. You whistle low, sliding your fingers through his folds, slick discharge and arousal gathering on your skin. “Now that’s the prettiest rose I’ve ever seen.” 

Muriel huffs, flustered. You take the time to position your thumb over his clit, rubbing slow circles as you ease a finger into him. His eyes twitch, jaw falling slack at the long-awaited stimulation. “Now that’s a pretty face.” You coo, leaning over to press a kiss against his jaw, teeth teasingly nipping at the skin. “And you’re taking me so well too…” Another finger slid in, two pumping in and out, curled up against the squishy walls of him.

“H-hughh,” his large hand carefully reaches down to where your hand meets his pussy, fingers brushing your wrist. It’s almost like he’s in awe of it, the way you make him feel, the sight of it. His clit sticks out and he can see the way it throbs and twitches when you press your fingers into a good spot. 

You take his hand in yours, the one not currently finger fucking him open, and squeeze it tight. “You’re so romantic, honeycomb.”

His whole body feels hot, like a never-ending fever. You always make him feel all…mushy and soft. You make him feel like he’s special and good, and he whimpers when you lean back up and take a good look at him, embarrassment running deep. But, he doesn’t think it’s a bad kind of embarrassment when it’s you. 

Muriel clenches down on your fingers when you drag them back out, teasing a third against his hole. “How wide do you want me to stretch you tonight, little lady?” You coo down at him, a devilish little thing. 

He swallows, his tongue feeling too thick in his mouth. He’s never been good at saying outright what he wants. “Wide,” he breathes out, thighs trembling while you languidly stroke over his folds. 

“Mm, three fingers?” You slowly slide the three in, savoring his shaking moan, before pulling them back out. Muriel whines at the loss, hips bucking up. 

“Or maybe four? Or did you want my whole hand? I know you can take it, I’ve seen you do it before, honey.” 

The man below you groans, turning his head to hide in the pillows. “You’re teasing me…” you hear him whine, his chest heaving with his worked-up breaths. 

“Oh, I know, I’m just so mean to you, aren’t I?” He spares you a knowing glance and you have the absolute pleasure of watching his jaw fall slack and his eyes roll when your fingers plunge back into him. He’s full with three, toes curling when you spread them. “Ah- ah- ah-,”

You pick up the pace, thumbing his clit with every thrust of your fingers—and oh how he squirms, his thighs tensing and shaking, his stomach crunching and body twisting when you relentlessly fuck his sweet spot. Muriel makes such lovely sounds, gurgled little cries as he tugs at his own hair, still squeezing your hand that he won’t let go.

“That’s it, you’re so close, aren’t you?” He nods curtly, biting back a gasp. 

“Puh-please, please, I-I’m so close, I’m so close–” His hips buck up once, erratic, teeth grinding. The way he speaks is almost a hiss, hushed and strained. The mossy green of his eyes bounce across your face, lips open in a gape, almost frantic. “I-it’s, it's gonna–”

“I know, just let it out, honeycomb,” you lift his hand to your lips, kissing his sweaty knuckles, and that seems to be what sends him over that beautiful crescendo.

 Muriel gasps, strangled, a moan creeping from his scratched throat like gentle hands around his jugular. His body tenses, hips thrusting up–and he squirts, a forceful arc of it spraying from his spasmed core. It paints your stomach, wetting your skin and spitting with each languid thrust of your fingers. “Thaaat’s it, good girl.”

It seems like almost an eternity that he shudders and shakes, his trembling body slowly falling back until he’s boneless against furs and knits. Muriel distantly smells himself when you free your fingers from his cunt, and perhaps he's too worn to be shameful, only crooning softly at the gape. Sweat and cum soaks the hem of his panties, cooling in the settling air. A log from the hearth falls with dimming embers and it becomes clear just how wrapped up in him you’ve been. 

“Thank you.” Muriel breathes out, chest still heaving, glistened with sweat under the lace. Wordlessly, you lean down to kiss him, falling between his legs. He reciprocates eagerly, lips parting for your tongue, a shiver riding up his spine. You can feel the heat radiating from his skin, the wetness of your stomach pressing against his. Whether he notices or simply doesn't care is up to you, a languid kiss all that matters. 

He’s the one to break the silence after a lifetime of kisses and shared breaths, his arms coming to wrap around your back, his foot nudging your ankle. 

“There’s another scene, after this one.” 

You grin, bottom lip caught between your teeth. He blushes brilliantly, but the proposal is still there, up to you to grab. 

“Enlighten me then, honeycomb.” 

#muriel #spicy #sub arcana #muriel the arcana

[ghoulfriendfangs]

KINKTOBER ‘22 - Gentle

Day 24: Virginity with Muriel.

{WC: ~450} {dom!top!reader x bottom!sub!Muriel, gentle, tender}

  The candles were lit, filling the hut with warm, ambient light. The curtains were shut, and the door was definitely locked.

  Muriel was surrounded by blankets, partially due to the chill of the autumn air, partially because he was nervous, so his comfort was top priority.

  You had already prepared him, but you were waiting before you moved on to penetration. It comforted him to take things slow, let him have say in when he’s ready. Right now, you were just lying on top of him, cuddling with him and savoring the moment.

  It didn’t surprise you much when he admitted to being a virgin, and despite his worries you didn’t judge him for it. Not one bit. Instead, you listened as he explained that he wanted his first time to be special, romantic, and he wanted to put aside an evening for it… make a date out of it. He said it nervously, as if he was worried he was being selfish, but you wanted nothing more than to celebrate him, pamper him, and make his first time as memorable as it could be.

  “I’m…” he said in a low whisper, his voice reverberating in his chest as he felt a strong mix of nerves, but also excitement. He was much more excited than he could’ve guessed. “I’m ready.”

  You got up, “alright, Murmur,” you whispered, giving him a small, sweet kiss. He moved his legs in anticipation.

  “It may feel difficult at first, just remember to relax and take deep breaths.”

  “Y-yeah… okay. Deep breaths…”

  When you began pushing in, he made a surprised little noise, though his lips were sealed shut. He exhaled sharply through his nose. 

  “Open your mouth, deep breaths.”

  “R-right, it’s just…”

  You waited for him to continue, stopping just in case.

  “You’re… so big. Really big. It feels… it feels good, it’s hard but it’s a good kind of hard. It’s… pleasecontinue,” he said, deciding to shut up before he embarrassed himself.

  You continued, but picking up on his anxiety you whispered, “it’s ok, you can keep talking. I like hearing what you have to say.”

  “U-uhm, ok, it feels… I can feel a stretch, and it, it’s really good, I can feel y-you and you’re… you’re warm, and I like it, I like I-immmgh!”

  He gasped as you brushed against his prostate, clutching the bedsheets. “That’s, that’s my…?”

  You nodded. “We’ll focus on that more intently later, when I make you cum. Right now, I just want you to relax and get used to me thrusting, okay honeybear?”

  He nodded, closing his eyes. “G-go slow,” he asked, “it still feels… really, really big. But I like it.”

  “Of course, I’ll be gentle, okay?”

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober #the arcana #spicy #dom reader #top reader #dom mc #top mc #bottom muriel #sub muriel #muriel #muriel kokhuri #the arcana smut #the arcana spicy #muriel x reader #muriel x mc #virginity

[minoment]

NEW CHARACTERS/FANDOM!!

I AM NOW WRITING FOR THE ARCANA!

Characters I will write for: Lucio, Julian, Asra, and Muriel

I won't write for Nadia or Portia because I don't really like their characters..

ASK AWAY!!

#the arcane game #the arcana #sub lucio #lucio #count lucio #sub julian #julian devorak #asra alnazar #the arcana x reader #sub arcana #sub muriel #the arcana lucio #muriel

[laurashapiro-noreally]

Looking for something to read?

Oh look, it's another recs post! This time I'm featuring two stories per author. These are writers I always make time for, whose work stands out as unusually hot, clever, funny, or smart -- sometimes all of the above.

I'm gonna start you out strong with two by @werpiper: After Hours takes Aziraphale and Crowley to the baths after their oyster supper, and all sorts of interesting pleasures are there for our angel to sample. Piper's Crowley is one of my favorites: always evaluating the situation, not quite aware of what his own heart is doing but feeling it anyway.

Fitting In is a new story, still a WIP, but I am utterly tantalized by Muriel's first taste of love -- and tea. This is already rich in detail, soft and fragrant, and I can hardly wait for the action to get going in earnest. The pairing seems surprising but when you think about it for ten seconds of course it makes sense. Sex workers help the curious, the awkward, and the inexperienced every day, bless them.

If you enjoy these, check out @werpiper's back catalog -- they have done a ton of ineffables-through-the-ages, and their series Miracles and Heresy is worth many delightful hours of your time.

I love what @copperplatebeech has been doing lately:

He's Not My Friend is a T-rated story that explores Aziraphale's constant refusal to acknowledge his relationship with Crowley, and Crowley's mirror of that, and how things glacially shift over time. It is subtle and yet specific, it will make you ache and smile.

All Of The Above, also T-rated, is a warm and fuzzy alternative to that, a hilarious celebration of true friendship that made me laugh out loud and still got me right in the feels.

@copperplatebeech can do everything, from quiet, gentle, and romantic to devastating plotty AUs to extraordinarily horny established relationship to absolutely ridiculous humor. Do dive in if you haven't already.

Next up, @cumaeansibyl, master of kink:

better living through technology manages to shove everything I want in a dirty story into less than three thousand words: uptight Aziraphale reduced to sodden wreck, Crowley gleefully showing him what he's been missing, character-driven erotics, and exceptionally funny dialogue.

indulgentiam peccatorum nostrorum is somehow all that and more, turning the "I was wrong" dance into a kink (something I can't get enough of, recs welcome). This one is post-Bastille so it is extra-juicy. Mind the tags!

@cumaeansibyl has a gift for established relationship one-shots, which readers of mine will know are my entire jam. They also have a mind-meltingly hot inverse!omens AU that features different variations of angelic/demonic Crowleys and Aziraphales for our ineffables to play with.

A new-to-me author, Calico, has me hanging by a thread with their Ineffable Romans series. If you want to remember that your ineffables aren't human, that they are inordinately clever but very stupid, that the feelings they have for each other are truly beyond what anyone alive has ever felt, Calico may be the writer for you. This stuff is deep. Also hot af.

Sub Rosa reads like a nasty shag at Petronius', but there's so much more going on here. It is Extremely Queer, driven by power dynamics, and Crowley is fully demonic here and absolutely in control...or is he?

The Intemperance of Liber Pater continues on this theme, with dialogue-driven smut that reads less like a seduction than an inevitability. There's another story in this series, unfinished, and I can't wait to see what happens next.

Last but not least: two short pieces by @ineffabildaddy. I stumbled on their stories just this week and I absolutely love their approach, which I've not seen done quite this way before.

take me as your wife has a tight first-person perspective as Crowley meets Aziraphale for a meal and imagines (or is it his imagination?) that Aziraphale is suggesting Certain Things about how they might occupy themselves later. Indeed, is he suggesting even more? Something about their relationship? Or is it all in Crowley's head?

Only in Dreams is kind of a companion piece, from Aziraphale's point of view -- though hundreds of years later. This one's set after the events of S2 and although just as romantic as take me as your wife, it also offers an ineffable take on the ol' glory hole concept. Just in case you thought I was getting soft. 😏

@ineffabildaddy has a whole series of poems and ficlets like these and I can't wait to explore them all.

#good omens #fic recs #good omens fic recs #ineffable husbands #ineffable partners #ineffable spouses #ineffable divorce #smut #fanfiction #fanfic #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #rare pair #muriel

[amagnificentobsession]

It’s Saturday morning my beloveds. Today I need your help.

After an exhausting visit to the ER last night, long, story that sucks *still giggling* I think I’m punch drunk. https://www.tumblr.com/amagnificentobsession/745732116032176128/what-is-your-opinion-on-vacuum-cleaners

My brunch skills would be sorely put to test. I don’t want to serve sub-par food.

Today I would love for you to help me. Bring your favorite dish to share with others. @god-wednesday always brings the best desserts. Anything you wish to bring, that way we can find out what others love to eat, and I can incorporate it into brunch in the future.

Oh and bring me a recipe card if you want me to make your dish for a future brunch.

It also appears @baby-angelo has conjured up a fairy nerf. Bring your own nerf gunz and balls, you know, ammo balls. Oh never mind……..

Costumes are highly encouraged.

I can already tell it’s going to be one of those days.

By the way if anyone has a vacuum they can lend me……

@docdust @i-dream-of-sheeny @loretta-dont-you-oppress-me @angelo-rib-shack @e-w-w-morningstar @god-in-the-basement @one-coming-is-enough @sliceocheese @angelo-chuck-wagon @angel-and-the-serpent @curlish @andagon @angelo-rib-shack @mr-crawleigh @muriel-not-the-dim-one @pissylittlebirdboy @trans-darbie @gandalf-big-oos @kleenexwoman @youroneandonlysnakelady @thedemon-crowley @thatflatfrog @vixie-the-vee @violet-yimlat @avis-morningstar @thedemon-crowley @muriel-not-the-dim-one

@the-metatron @dream-of-pain Madam ♥️

@andagon I’m going to put some music on to stay awake, after this please do your beautiful DJ thing.

@angelo-rib-shack darling, please check the invitations for me. 💋 I love you honey.

#go rp #saturday brunch #family is who you love #family is who loves you #familia #Metatron family #Morningstar family #ooc between surgery and strep getting up at 4am sucks

[boykissr]

myrrh / lavender and sage

asra x reader x muriel

contents : comfort smut, pwp, praise, sub reader, dom characters, ooc, grammar/spelling mistakes probably, super indulgent

a.n. : um.. sorry for disappearing for god knows how long <333 heres a snippet of a smutfic in writing for my bf to make up for it ! i'll probably post the rest when i finish it if this is received well <3

the night is still young, and you sigh as you relax into the many furs adorning muriel's worn mattress, limbs aching after a busy day at the shop. 

asra saunters over to your relaxed form, smelling of herbs and spices and holding a steaming cup of tea, grinning when you open an eye to peek at his admittedly revealing silk lavender robe; it was a gift from nadia, handed over with a knowing glint in her eye. 

"like what you see?" he teases, soothing voice almost gliding over you like butter. he looks gorgeous with the crackling fire illuminating his already-ethereal features. you blink and he's seated on your left, his free hand guiding your pliant head to rest on his chest, before taking a sip of the tea and placing it on the nightstand. "rough day?" he coos, adjusting his tune as you nod and he reclines back, your head still resting on his bare chest; still listening to the steady beat of your hearts. 

just then, the door swings open as muriel hobbles in, shoulders sagging as he beelines it for the mattress, front door swinging shut behind him. the large frame of your shared lover looms over you and asra before he climbs into bed on your other side, relaxation visibly washing over him as he reaches a beefy arm around your waist and softly kisses the crook of your neck. now, it was your turn to ask; "long day, love?" returned only with a grunt from the man tracing his slightly chapped lips along the most sensitive spots of your throat. 

you shudder, and you feel muriel's lips turn up against your skin, beginning to leave open-mouthed kisses against your hot skin as you keen lightly into your loves' hold. asra strokes your hair softly, scratching and massaging your scalp and leaning down to whisper sweet praises in your ear as muriel's arm tightens, hand sliding down to grip your hip.  

asra coos, voice breathy in your ear, before capturing your shuddering lips in a deep kiss. when he pulls back, the hand tangled in your hair pauses and grips the locks as he gazes half-lidded into your eyes, even as you let out a soft moan at the stimulation. "do you want to keep going?" he asks, and even muriel pauses in his ministrations for your answer. 

you bob your head rapidly as his words finally breach your hazy mind. you're so tired and all you want tonight is for your two favorite people to help you relax. "use your words, baby," asra tries again, honeyed tone never faltering. 

"yes--" you rush out, squirming in your lovers' hold. "please." you add, desperation laced in your tone; a soft moan erupting as muriel bites down on the meaty part of your neck.

asra surges into you, slotting his pillowy lips to join with yours and smiling into the kiss. he only pulls away when you can't go a second more without a breath of air, slowly slipping off your uncomfortable garments with deft fingers. he focuses his attention on your now-bare front, trailing lips from your own, down your neck, and suckling on the soft flesh of your chest, while looking into your eyes the entire time. 

you shudder as muriel busies himself with marking your shoulders and back, grinding deeply into the mattress as he lets out near-audible groans of pleasure.

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#also i am starting to work on some old asks #so sorry to everyone who requested just b4 my burnout lmao #the arcana x reader #the arcana smut #asra x reader #asra smut #asra alnazar x reader #muriel x reader #muriel smut #muriel the arcana #asra the arcana #asra alzanar #boykissr.fics #sorry to my normal followers also #the arcana

[vampyan]

blog & request rules ;

minors and ageless blogs do not interact! you will be blocked on sight.

this blog is dom!reader x sub!yandere!character only. you can find sub!reader everywhere else so don’t come looking for it here.

all gender identities are welcome but this blog mainly caters to fem/afab!readers.

this blog is yandere-centric and will be littered with dark content, though all of these things will be tagged.

anon hate & rude asks will be ignored & deleted on sight cus idc.

this is a sideblog and i’ll mostly be posting fic here, so it won’t be nearly as active as my main -> @vampcubus

characters i write for ;

-> kimetsu no yaiba

kyojuro rengoku ; obanai iguro ; tengen uzui & wives ; shinobu kocho ; sanemi shinazugawa ; shinjuro rengoku ; zenitsu agatsuma ; inosuke hashibira ; tanjiro kamado ; genya shinazugawa ; muzan kibutsuji ; akaza ; gyutaro ; gyokko ; hantengu clones (sekido & urogi preferred) ;

-> telltale batman

john doe/joker ; edward nygma/riddler ; harvey dent/two-face ; harley quinn ;

-> helluva boss

blitzø ; fizzarolli ; asmodeus ; mammon ;

-> the arcana

lucio ; muriel ; asra ; vulgora ;

-> dragon ball

goku ; vegeta ; gohan ; broly ; frieza ; frost ; beerus ; android 17 ; android 18 ; zamasu ; goku black ; jiren ;

-> miscellaneous fandom yanderes

mizu (blue eye samurai) ; sidon (loz botw & totk) ; john doe (visual novel) ; victor van dort (corpse bride) ;

-> original yandere characters

coming soon!

request rules ;

requests aren't guaranteed and might take me a while (especially since i run another blog as well) but i'll try to finish as many as i can >:3

yandere!character is the main focus of this blog, but yandere!reader is also acceptable!

all characters aged up to 18+ if applicable

please be specific and have a concept instead of sending something like ‘kyojuro x reader smut’ i’ll be more likely to write it if you know exactly what you want :)

will write ;

fics, headcanons, and quick thirsts/drabbles.

dom!reader x sub!yandere!character. (top! or bottom!reader so long as they are dominant)

fem or afab!reader for nsfw. will do fem or gender-neutral reader for sfw. (pls specify if you’d prefer a gn!reader)

non-sexual non-con, dub-con, non-con touching/affection, stalking, controlling behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, blood & gore.

polyamory, threesomes, and harems (ex: uzuren x reader, obamitsu x reader, inotan x reader, kamaboko trio x reader, fizzmodeus x reader)

a/b/o dynamics. alpha!reader x omega!character preferred, but will write for dominant omega readers (ex: prime omega!reader)

monsterfucking/teratophilia, monster/cryptid au yanderes (ex: cryptid!kyojuro, werewolf!sanemi, eldritch horror!yandere)

kny demon pet au (@/invertedphantasmagoria, @/phantasmiafxndom), hybrid au, catboys, puppyboys, bunnyboys etc...

won’t write ;

sub!reader x dom!character

male or amab!readers.

kink no-no’s: sexual non-con, incest/stepcest, daddy kink, piss play/watersports/omorashi, foot fetish, maledom.

forced pregnancy, miscarriages.

#🦠.navigation #.request rules #.blog rules #.byf #dom!reader #dom reader #sub!character #sub!yandere

[cassandralie]

Muriel, the Dimmest Little Morningstar

Maybe the question isn't "was Crowley Lucifer?" but who else was also Lucifer? After all, there was more than one Morningstar

or, as Crowley put it more casually,

he doesn't remember them, of course, probably due to Book of Life fuckery, just like he doesn't remember Fufur and Saraquel, who were also probably in the Morningstar Legion (that or the rebels called themselves Morningstars).

Which is why he also doesn't remember Muriel and Muriel also doesn't remember him. Both of them had their memories altered by the Book of Life*

*Sub Theory: the Book of Life erases who you were, makes it so you never existed... but you don't disappear or die. You become someone new. Hopefully this theory doesn't implode later--yeah, that's right, I made that sub joke instead of the other kind involving um...sandwiches.

But, just like Pepperidge Farms, the Metatron remembers.

he didn't say the "dumb" one, or the "stupid" one. Maybe to be polite. But "dim" isn't very polite either. It's just slightly less on the nose than the "not very bright one", aka the Dimmest Morningstar

But what happened to Muriel and their original memories? The same thing that was going to happen to Gabriel, obviously!

Muriel is basically a junior reporting angel. Sorry, scrivener. A no one and they know it.

Ranked so low they didn't know there was a rank under (which there probably wasn't until the Metatron wanted to punish Gabriel)

whatever Muriel did Before the Fall, whatever their name used to be, the Metatron didn't get rid of them because:

that's right, Neil Gaiman the Metatron will need Muriel for his evil plans, probably involving thee Second Coming and another apocalypse.

maybe to keep them out of the way, or maybe because they have power he's waiting for the right moment to unlock.

But he does make sure it's still locked.

Other people have explained that the book is about pieceing together fragments of the past* Maybe Muriel will remember who they are? Remember who Crowley is? Remember what really happened to cause the War in Heaven, the Fall, all that?

Maybe they will remember just in time to stop the Second Coming and the Second Armageddon--with help from our divorced dads, of course.

(*also a missing uncle - Crowley? A fellow Morningstar.

*also an estranged father with a belief in a higher power - Aziraphale? the Metatron?

*and also an exploded Grandmother - God? Muriel's previous identity?)

For further evidence, please note the star and crown on their helmet and recall "everything is meant" TM

This looks like a former Prince of Heaven, Morningstar Legion to me

And that is my theory :)

(if anyone said this first, sorry! All credit to you!)

Now, I'm no published author and barely anyone reads my fics (but the ones who do are Real Ones-- I love ya'll), so I have zero street cred here, and am probably so off the mark my dart hit the wall instead of the dart board, but I wanted to share my thoughts anyway and see what everyone thinks. Please let me know!

(Bonus Crack Theory: Muriel's original name was Lucy/Luci/Luciel. Combine with Fufur, that would make a Lucifer with bad demon spelling Lucyfur.)

#gos2 spoilers #gos2spoilers #gos3 speculation #good omens meta #muriel theory #the Metatron #Crowley #Aziraphale #not coffee theory or crowley is lucifer theory but a third even weirder theory #cassandratruths

[themoongladiator]

Count Lucio headcannons

SFW

Bro is such a simp

Once you told him you actually and truly liked him back he became the clingiest man ever

So many cuddles. All the time

He loves to just shower you with compliments and gifts and he'll pout if you don't accept them

Be warned tho he gets jealous really easily

When he's jealous he refuses to let go of you and glares down whoever is getting a little to close for his liking

In public and private he's very loud about his adoration for you and most quiet moments happen in the morning when he's still half asleep and you're gently stroking his hair (And secretly those are his favorite moments)

It takes him a while but eventually he opens up about his past and you might see some tears but knowing you aren't gonna leave him because of what he did helps him relax

Speaking of which he's got so many anxieties that you're going to leave him for someone nicer like Portia or someone more thoughtful and quiet like Muriel.

But when you cup his face and shower him with compliments all those worries melt away

Bro was sweating bullets when he first met your family

He tried his best to be charming and show them how much he did care about you

Marriage is a thought that's on Lucio's mind almost every time he looks at you but he's happy to wait until you're ready to propose

(He'd die of happiness if you proposed though)

NSFW Minors/afab readers do not interact

Warnings: Dom reader, smut (obviously), amab reader, safe word, bondage, overstimulation, edging, cockwarming, lingerie, size kink, and praise kink

Words can not express how much I want to ruin this man

He's such a whiny and bratty little sub

You two have a safe word in place and don't worry Lucio knows when he needs to use it

When it comes to noises he doesn't hold back. Not when he wants everyone to hear how good you're making him feel

Speaking of noises he moans, groans, whines, whimpers all of it

If you're taller than him or stronger than him he gets super turned on by it especially if you pin him down and whisper in his ear

He loves it when you tie him up and tease him he doesn't know what it is but being so helpless under you is a huge turn on

Edging is a good punishment for if he's being a brat but don't be fooled by his pathetic whines and pleas he's enjoying it (You can tell by his near-constant smirk the entire time)

Another good punishment is cockwarming. You have to basically hold his hips down because he's trying so hard to get you to thrust into him and he's already trembling and practically begging you to just fuck him already

On the opposite end he absolutely loves overstimulation and he can probably go for several rounds too

He's got a vast collection of all sorts of fancy lingerie that he loves to show off to you

While Lucio does like it rough almost all the times there's some days when it feels so hard to smile and he feels worthless and he just wants you to hold him as you gently fuck him and whisper all the things you love about him in his ear

During aftercare he can be a little needy but he just loves having your attention on him

#the arcana x reader #the arcana #count lucio x reader #lucio x reader #lucio morgasson x reader #dom reader #sub character

[ineffablyruined]

Someone to Blame (Good Omens After Dark Angst War)

I wrote a short one-shot for the GOAD Angst War on Reddit. If you're not already there, come play with us!

CW: Violence and Blood.

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They came for him four months after that day.

Just long enough for Crowley to accept that Aziraphale wasn't going to come to his senses and come back. Long enough for him to pull himself together after his rather spectacular bender.

Long enough for him to start to care again.

Aziraphale would find out later that they had worked with the demon Furfur, that they had procured a miracle blocker from him. That Furfur had offered it freely just out of spite, not even bothering to make a deal.

Crowley hadn't stood a chance.

In those four months, things had begun happening on Earth. Things that even the humans started to notice. The wars breaking out all over the globe were easily dismissed at first. Tensions had always been high in that part of the world, hadn't they? And that one leader? Everyone knew he was a loose cannon. But when the earthquakes began, followed by the famine, and a new strain of COVID that was somehow more deadly than the original, even the humans had recognized that something was Up. And when the sun darkened the days and the moon disappeared, they knew. They all knew that the End of Times was nearing.

And so a small group of humans came for the only celestial entity they could find. The one who had been there all those months ago when the weird things happened at the Whickber Street Shopkeeper's Association meeting – the things that no one could quite remember, but everyone knew hadn't been right. The dark one, with the glasses and the red hair, had spoken to that malevolent group like he knew them. And, as humans did when they were scared, they'd found someone to blame.

Mister Brown of Brown's World of Carpets led the mob. They dragged Crowley from his Bentley when he'd stopped by to check on Muriel and the bookshop. Crowley had quickly snapped his fingers a second before the miracle blocker was activated, and the new bookshop owner was suddenly the most normal human anyone in a twelve-mile radius could remember. Then Mister Brown’s heavy fist connected with Crowley’s angular jaw, breaking his thumb and Crowley’s sunglasses. Another hit, a spray of red painted the cobblestones under their feet. Another. A tooth jangled loose from his skull, and clattered into the grate below.

As they dragged him into the street, Crowley didn't pray. God had abandoned him long ago, and he knew She would not take pity on him now. And the angel he'd known? The one he'd loved? He must be gone, too, if the Second Coming had progressed this far. That angel had loved Earth and the humans so much, he would never have allowed Earth to come to this as Supreme Archangel. No, Aziraphale must be gone.

So, no. He didn't pray. Because no help was coming.

As handcuffs encircled his wrists and legs, he didn't pray.

As the cricket bats and glass bottles broke over his corporation again and again, he didn't pray.

As the humans whose lives he'd saved four months ago, and again four years before that, took their fear and anger and blame out on the demon's corporation, he didn't pray.

And as his golden eyes locked with achingly familiar blue ones across the street, just in time for his corporation to give up entirely, he found there was nothing left to pray for.

Someone to Blame on AO3

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Thank you to all the wonderful writers at GOAD for their support and beta reading. You're all wonderful, insanely talented people. And thanks to the awesome mods and artists and readers and everybody on the GOAD sub. It's a wonderful place.

#good omens #good omens fanfic #good omens after dark #good omens after dark angst war #crowley #aziraphale #muriel #angst #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable idiots #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens fanfiction #i wrote this #good omens fic #self rec #goad angst war #angst war

[fearandhatred]

thank u so much to my beloveds @crowleys-bentley-and-plants and @seven-stars-in-his-palm for tagging me, kissing u both for this omg <3 i'm doing two of each because i can

For as many as you want of your published works, pick your favourite line/paragraph and post it up here. Let yourself feel proud of your creations.

transitional heart taxidermy [5986 words, wip]

They fit so perfectly together, the both of them, always. Not side by side like pieces of a puzzle, no, but like molten lava over sand; one over the other, one mellowing the other, changing its chemistry into something different, stronger, useful. The kiss tastes of Aziraphale, of copper and saliva and something holy. It's a taste he'll come to get used to, bloodied and bruised, a taste he chases after as the angel pulls back.

and one from an unpublished chapter:

It's been a day, two, maybe three. His hands are stained with blood and phantom glass, reeking of alcohol and rot palpable enough to taste. Aziraphale doesn't come for him, and he feels relief but also a pain so deep it's paralysing. It's a revelation in itself.

blood in my eyes [1953 words]

This is the first time in years he has stepped foot back into this place. It's a spontaneous decision, driven by a mellow melancholy and a soft wistful night. Muriel isn't in, so the bookshop is dark, and the streetlights cast an eerie, lonely glow on the ancient hardbacks. The rearing statue that once held his glasses every other day is coated in a thin layer of dust; he leaves them on.

Crowley wipes away a tear from Aziraphale's cheek with his thumb. It leaves a bright red streak. After, hours pass by before Aziraphale washes the blood from his face, imprinted in the vague shape of Crowley's hand. In those hours, when he sits in the quiet of a bookshop once again burned to ash, the blood stays there as a reminder, maybe, or as punishment.

sub-consequence [11567 words, wip] — six of crows

He wants to say everything he could possibly say to persuade Kaz to change his mind, because if he says everything in the world, strings together every word in every possible combination, there has to be at least one thing that would convince him to stay.

Sometimes Inej thinks Kaz cares about himself less than he cares about getting what he wants. It feels sometimes as if he's completely detached from himself, his own person becoming just another means to an end. People would scream at her that this isn't selflessness. It's ruthlessness, or psychopathy, or numbness. That's how the name Dirtyhands came about, after all. The willingness to do anything no matter the cost. To get his hands dirty with blood, be it others' or his own. But what is selflessness, really? A lack of selfishness, or a loss of self?

to sleep, perchance to dream [662 words] — the sandman

God, Calliope. His heart, face of cloud fields and white lily springs, a hope so blinding in contrast to his shadowed being that he had known from the start the hands of The Fates would pull them apart to opposite poles.

His lifetime of constraint allowed him to face the knowledge that any selfish will to see her in the wake of remembering all he had forsaken, all that had been ripped from him, would seal the vestibules to acceptance and he would beg with no dignity to stay by her side. And his heart burned, scorched unpleasantly at her parting words, just as the skin she touched and had once touched long after she was twice gone.

tagging those whose words i'd love to see (no pressure!!): @actual-changeling @sentientsky @irispurpurea @springofviolets @demonsandpieohmy

#fearandhatred #fearandfics #fic: transitional heart taxidermy #fic: blood in my eyes #tagged a few newer mutuals too hehe hii #this came at such a good time too because i was starting to hate everything i've ever written #literally ITCHING to dissect all these paragraphs word by word but. i shan't. #also that first snippet of my six of crows fic might be my favourite thing i've ever written and i have no idea why #this fic in general isn't my best work but it's my baby because it was my first chaptered fic and i never thought i would ever write those #good omens #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #good omens fanfic #good omens fic #writing #tag game #so many tags help #THIS IS A QUEUED POST. i am asleep

[teeth-farie]

Pussy hc let’s go

Asra

fluffy pubes- trims it down short but it tends to get a little tuft spot in the middle of his mound that he keeps cause it looks cute

His clit is about average size but gets a little bigger when he’s worked up- excellent to tease since it’s so sensitive

His vagina is more narrow and shorter, so he can’t take a lot- about 4 inches max- but he is quite the size queen when it comes to anal

Needs both internal and external stimulation to have a powerful orgasm, but can get off fine with one or the other too (a squirter when he’s got dual stimulation)

Gets moderately wet, so have some lube handy

Julian

MAXIMUM hair, I’m talking full bush of wiry red pubes. They get damp with discharge the more he gets turned on

Long tdick, not really on the thick side. Extremely sensitive and need it touched to cum. It pokes past his pubes and just begs to be teased

He starts off moderately tight, but loosens up really quickly the more he’s played with- can take quite a lot (another size queen) and likes to pride himself on how wide he can stretch

Gets insanely wet at the drop of a hat, it’s almost laughable if he wasn't constantly ruining his pants (can and will squirt if edged enough)

Nadia

she trims herself and experiments with different styles- if she was ten years younger she would have gone with a landing strip but now she appreciates just a neat trim to the bush

Average sized clit though starts out smaller/hidden under her hood if she’s not aroused. She needs more stimulation to cum from clit stimulation (like a vibrator or mouth- fingers are good for teasing but not climax)

Pretty average when it comes to how much she can take- 5 is her usual limit but if she’s worked up to it she could take 6.

Has a bit of trouble getting wet despite whether or not she’s aroused, so lots of lube is needed (and gives you the excuse to experiment with stimulating lubes)

Has not squirted before and it’s hard to make her

Muriel

If you thought Julian was hairy, wait until you get a look at this teddy bear! He’s got a wild bush and you’ve gotta part the hair to see him in his full glory, but it’s worth the extra care and effort

Fattest tdick and SUPER sensitive, though still gets kind of hidden under his pubes. Twitches a lot when he gets aroused

He can take a lot and can be easily fisted. He gets the loosest and pretty wet, though it helps to have some lube handy of course.

He can get off on internal stimulation alone but it’s not as intense of an orgasm as it would be with external stimulation as well

(He squirted once and thought he peed for a while until you told him what happened)

Portia

Another full bush, doesn’t bother trimming that often but does like a bit of freshening up

Her clit is on the bigger side, but hides under the hood- you have to push back the hood to see it and it just gets more plumped up when she’s turned on

She can take an average amount, though she prefers things on the smaller side so she won’t be as sore the day after (she’s a busy working woman!)

She tends to get really wet, so lube isn’t necessarily needed

Can and will squirt literally any time- though it’s more powerful of a spray when she has internal stimulation

Lucio

hates the feeling of hair- he goes full Brazilian wax

To his own upset his tdick is actually rather small, though still very fun to be play with (cough cough clit pumps)

He likes to think he’s a size queen but it takes some intensive prep to get him to that point- but still very rewarding in the end

Gets pretty wet but dirty talk gets him even wetter- you can feel him get slicker the more you talk

Couldn’t squirt before but because his new alive body is so sensitive it takes him by surprise

#spicy #asra #julian #nadia #muriel #portia #lucio #sub arcana

[demetris-cocksleeve]

For: @violetlucreziasstuff

(A/n: I tried to write for Doms! Julian and Muriel, but I just couldn't get the vibe right, so I hope you don't mind that I changed their dynamic a bit; they both still top, I just can't really label them as doms in this..)

(Not proofread, sorry for any mistakes!)

(E/c = eye color)

Word count: 2, 206

Hope you enjoy~❤️

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Warnings: Choking, Spanking, Overstimulation in the form of double penetration (one hole), Orgasm Denial, Exhibitionism

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Dom! Asra, Switch! Julian and Sub! Top! Muriel x Sub! Bottom! Reader

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Your body bounced as it made contact with the mattress. Propping yourself up on your elbows you could see the varying amounts of unrestrained lust in their eyes. You had been pushing their buttons all day so you really had no one to blame but yourself.

Asra stepped up to the foot of the bed as the other two leaned against the door to watch. Bracing themselves with a hand on either side of you, Asra leaned closer to you. You could feel the warmth of their breath as he whispered into your ear.

"You know why you're in trouble, don't you?"

Swallowing thickly you could only nod your head as all the possible punishments they could choose from flickered through your head, making you steadily wetter and wetter. You should be upset, you made your partners angry, but you could only squirm with excitement.

Would they blindfold you? Would you be placed under a spell to make you horny beyond belief, only to tie you up and leave? There were endless possibilities and you couldn't decide which one excited you more.

"Get up and undress." Asra's voice snapped you out of your stupor as he straightened to let you up.

Scrambling to your feet you quickly stripped. You could feel the heat creeping along your face and chest as three pairs of eyes survey your every movement. No matter how many times the four of you got intimate, you'd never get used to the intense looks they gave you. So filled with unfiltered want and love no matter how much you've pushed them.

Asra sat on the bed, legs spread and fully clothed. You knew what was coming and, even though this was supposed to be a punishment, you couldn't help the throbbing in your core. He pats his leg.

A silent command.

You situated yourself across their lap as even more heat flooded your face. Asra's hand rubbed down to the back of your knee before trailing back up to your bum a couple times before he spoke.

"I want you to count. If you mess up, we start over. We will keep going until you get it correct, do you understand?"

You bit the inside of you cheek as you nodded, forehead resting against the soft comforter.

"Use your words, Petal. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I understand." You couldn't help but to look over your shoulder at the other two. Both Julian and Muriel were sporting impressive, yet painful looking hard ons already. Julian had a devilish smirk on his face as he sent you a wink, while Muriel was looking about as red as you felt. The sight of the both of them along with the feeling of Asra's girth against your stomach caused more slick to pool between your thighs.

The ever observant magician of course noticed and swiped some with two fingers.

"Seems our little minx is a bit excited for her punishment, hmm?" He spread his fingers to show your slick webbed between the digits.

You whined in embarrassment and buried your face back into the bed.

"Well, in that case, let's not keep her waiting," you could hear the smirk in Julian's voice as he prompted Asra to continue.

Their hand came back to rest on your ass once more.

"Start counting."

With that the first of many slaps echoes throughout the room. You jolted forward from the force of the hit. You let out a breath through your nose before counting.

"One." Another slap.

"Two.." And another. And another. And another.

Coming down a bit harder, you almost forgot to count.

"S-six!" You managed to moan out.

Asra rubbed the redness a bit before pulling back to deliver another blow.

"Sev-ven..." Your juices were running down your leg at this point, dripping onto the pristine white of Asra's trousers.

You managed to get through all ten on the first try. You knew what that meant: you'd finally get the relief you so desperately needed.

Though Asra tried to act tough and indifferent, their actions spoke differently with the way he gently messaged away the soreness. "Color?"

"Green," you answer with a heavy breath as he places a kiss to your shoulder.

Picking you up to place you on the bed, he stood up and began to undress. Unable to wait much longer, you scooted up on the bed as your eyes scanned each new inch of exposed skin until you were marveling at the entire tanned form of one of your lovers.

Looking behind him, you could see Julian with his cock already out as he lazily pumped himself, gaze lock on the two of you. Muriel was a bit more shy with his approach; he had his head thrown against the wall, eyes squeezed shut as he palmed himself through his pants. The bed dipped caused your focus to shift back to the magician as he crawled towards you.

"Because you were so good for us, I think you should get a slight reward before your next punishment." He pushed some of your hair from you face. "What do you say, Flower?"

"Thank you, Asra," you breathed, violet eyes boring into your own e/c ones.

With that Asra tilted your chin up, pressing a searing kiss to your wet lips. Your hands quickly found their way to their soft, white hair as you eagerly parted your lips. Your tongues danced with each other as Asra pushes into your heat.

Your head is quickly thrown back, mouth open in a silent 'o' as his cock, hot and heavy, stretches you out in the most delicious way possible. He keeps going until his balls are press against your ass before slowly pulling out and snapping back in, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room along with the whines and moans flowing freely from your lips as they continue their brutal pace.

Your nails are raking down his back, surely drawing blood but he doesn't seem to care as they spew out praise after praise.

"You always take us so well, Petal. So good for us." He grunts as you clench down on them. "Such a good girl for me!"

Through your endless string of moans you manage to whine out that you're close.

"A-Asra!! I'm -ah- I'm c-lose! Please, don't stop!" You tighten your thighs around him as they reach between you to rub your swollen clit. "I'm -ah! I'm cum-!"

You're cut off by your release, the coil in your core tightening to impossible amounts before snapping. You felt like you were on fire in the best way possible. You could feel the languid thrusts as Asra worked you through your orgasm. As you came back down you could feel the heat of his own spend being pumped into you with each thrust.

They slow to a stop as you both catch your breath. Although the moment of silence is broken by Julian.

"Not to shatter the moment, but I do believe it's time for our vixen's next punishment." He lightly nudges Muriel forward a bit as Asra moves off the bed, pressing one last kiss to your temple. He slips on his trousers announcing that be was going to prepare some teas and snacks for when you guys were done and slips from the room.

After undressing, Muriel lifts you up to slide behind you, flipping you to lay face down against him as Julian settles behind you.

"Ready for us princess?" Muriel mumbles into the crook of your neck. You nod and give a hum of affirmation, still a little loopy from your release.

They line themselves up and slowly start to push into you. Luckily, neither of them have ridiculous girth so while it's a little painful, it's not too bad of a stretch. They take a few minutes after fully sheathing themselves in you to let you adjust. Julian is press to your back pressing kisses and the occasional nibble to the skin of your neck and shoulders while Muriel had both arms wrapped right around you as he buried his face in your hair to help compose himself.

After a couple minutes, the burn of the stretch has almost faded completely, and you can feel yourself start to lose patience. You wiggle your hips a bit to try to get some stimulation, but Muriel's strong grip keeps you from moving too much.

"Are you sure you're okay for us to start moving?" He asks.

"Please," you gasp out, griping onto his shoulder like your life depends on it.

"You heard the pretty lady, let's not keep her waiting, hm?" Julian hums as he sits up, hands moving to rest on your hips.

Almost simultaneously they pull out a couple inches before pushing back in, steadily building up to an almost brutal pace. With each thrust the headboard was banging against the wall and you practically getting jostled around as the sound of skin slapping wet skin filled the space once more.

Underneath you Muriel had his head buried in your neck as his hips pistoned up into you, you could hear the low grunts that left his mouth and could feel the puffs of air that came with them. Julian looped an arm around you torso to pull up further up, hand closing around your throat, adding the perfect amount of pressure that helped send you that much closer to another climax.

They could feel your gummy walls begin to clamp down on them even more and knee you were getting close. Right before you could tip over the edge, they slowed to a stop. A cry left you lips as you felt the coil in your abdomen slowly fade away into nothingness.

"Ah, ah, ah," Julian cooed in your ear, "only good girls get to cum. I don't think you've been a good girl today, what do you think, Muriel? Has our sweet y/n earned the right to cum?" He gripes your jaw and turned you to look at Muriel.

You could see a flush covering him all the way down to his chest as he slowly shook his head.

"N-no, I don't think she has." He had been hesitant to try to step up to the more rough, and almost dominate role, but he agreed to give it a try. While he seemingly was enjoying being slightly in control he was clearly still shy about being assertive.

With Julian giving most of the instructions, they continued this for a while, bringing you to the cusp of release only to snatch it away right when you needed it most.

There were scratch marks on Julian's forearms from where he still had a hand around your neck and down Muriel's chest and you were practically sobbing from all the edging.

"Oh God! Please! Please let me cum! I-I can't-" your sentence is broken by a choke sob as you were kept from cumming once again. Which would be orgasm was this? Nine? Ten? You lost track a while ago, all you knew was that you felt like you could take being built up again while simultaneously needing the release like you needed air.

"I think she's been edged enough, Julian.." Muriel's soft voice was strained. Focusing on you they hadn't cum either and you could hear the slight tremble in Muriel's voice testifying that he was also getting to his limit.

"Think you can handle going a little more, sweetie? Just a bit longer, so we can make you feel good?" The red head peppers a soft trail of kisses up to your jaw. You nod your head, not having the energy for much else.

They start up their thrusts and you slump against the ravenette's chest, small whines leaving your lips as you feel the pressure in your abdomen once again. You feel a hand sneak it's way to your clit to rub slow deliberate circles on the puffy nerve. Eyes shut in pleasure and pain, you can't tell who's hand it is, only that it's bringing you closer and closer to release.

"C'mon, you're doing so good, can you cum for us pretty girl?" The voice speaking to you finally send you over the edge, your sure you blackout as the waves of pleasure washes over you like a tsunami.

"Holy- did she squirt?" You vaguely hear Asra's voice before you pass out from the intensity of you orgasm.

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When you wake it's dark out, Julian and Muriel are cuddled up to your sides and Asra is softly shutting the door, a tea tray in his hand.

"Hey petal, how are you feeling?"

You shake away some of the grogginess before responding.

"A bit sore, but okay."

They set the tray down on the night stand before leaning over to place a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth, his warm hand gently brushing against your cheek. "We didn't go too far did we?"

You shake your head as you lean into their warmth. "No; it was intense but I felt good."

Asra's eyes flash in relief as he helps you sit up without waking the other two. "Here, you should drink this, you've been out for a while." He picks up on of the teacups and places it against your lips, helping you sip on the warm beverage.

(hElp I still don't know how to end smut😅)

#asra alnazar x reader #asra alnazar #the arcana smut #asra smut #julian devorak x reader #julian devorak #julian devorak smut #muriel kokhuri #muriel kokhuri x reader #muriel kokhuri smut #the arcana muriel smut #the arcana julian smut #the arcana asra smut

[unicornbeck]

Which leads me to a question...

When in Season 3 will Crowley's glasses come off? (And 2 sub-questions: when will we, the audience see his eyes uncovered, and when will he trust Aziraphale enough to take them off again?)

As much as I love our demon's gorgeous golden orbs, one of the things I'm very much hoping for is a reliance on this established symbolism to convey what Crowley is too tongue-tied, or too wounded, to say.

If we see his eyes at all in episode one, I'd be very surprised. A little disappointed, too, although I suppose I could see an 80s-style training montage of Crowley drinking As Much As It Is Physically Possible For One Immortal Being To Consume-- but even then, I don't think he'd take his glasses off. And I don't think the angel will get a look until the second half of the season, at least.

Part of me really wants him to have stayed in London and established connections with humans or Muriel, but honestly, I think getting spectacularly dumped by the only being he's ever loved (because he finally went against every instinct and every belief about his own unworthiness that he had) would leave him feeling gutted, embarrassed, humiliated, hollowed out, carved into pieces. He won't want to be seen at all.

Given the way neither Maggie nor Nina saw either of our ineffables disappear, Nina because she was pretty swamped, and Maggie because she fell asleep, they may think that the boys ran off together. If Crowley comes back he'll be miserable fielding questions about it. I really want Nina to get him spectacularly drunk and get him talking. But I don't think he'd let a human in that far.

I think he would go on a binge, alone, and he'd spend almost all of it castigating himself for having allowed himself to believe that anything might happen with Aziraphale. He's a fucking demon, he will remind himself. He knows better than to open himself up to that level of vulnerability, that kind of hurt. He'll go to some pretty dark places, not Hell, but here on Earth. He'll see his pain as mostly his own fault, with a healthy dose of pissed-off reserved for the angel and Heaven and the Metatron. I think he'll be angrier at himself than he is at all the rest of them combined, though, and that's saying something. He'll try to drown the broken feelings with alcohol and and anger, masked by indifference.

He's faked things before. But it will leave him cold and joyless. He might try to sleep for a few years, to avoid dealing with it. Might run away for a spell to other places... But we know that nothing will solve it for him.

I kind of want Crowley to become a surfer, and to channel his self-destructive risk-taking into fighting waves in Portugal. He'd look great with surfer hair, and I can see him pretending pretty successfully that it's healed him, while inside, he'd still be a mess.

Somehow, my post that started as a thoughtful meta ended up as a suggestion for a really spectacular AU.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #neil gaiman #writing #david tennant #good omens 2 #season 3 #micheal sheen #the one where they're surfers #crowley's glasses

[nabesthetics]

the ass poll is over

After an exhilarating week during which four different characters were in the lead at different time points, and twice the leading split was even between three, everything changed about two days ago, when finally…

Muriel takes the title of “Vesuvia’s greatest buttcheeks”. He did not show up to the ceremony to claim his ass trophy.

Julian still shocked that he got the second place, earned with sub-category of “most spankable ass”.

#Vlastomil too busy with worms to care #Lucio insists it was rigged #the Arcana