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rinhaler · 7 months

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luxe, hear this anon out. rin with a crybaby type of reader who cries when they feel too good. just imagine him unlocking the fact realizing that he gets turned on by their crying when they're sputtering and choking on his cock <33

apologies if im a bit deranged about this

- jellyfish anon

okay I cannot express how sexy this request is. I NEED him in a way that undoes centuries worth of feminism I fear :( also apologies I'm not that best at writing BJs but I hope u like! (slightly inspired by scream vi)

warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, oral (m receiving), dacryphilia, praise, slut used once, alcohol mention, reader has long hair/hair long enough to do a makeshift ponytail ♡

words: 1.9k

“You shou— talk to ‘im—” your friend slurs, giggling as you help her sit down on your couch. You laugh a little as she falls from your grip and spreads out comfortably on the sofa beneath her. “Look, he’s looking!” she yells a little too loudly and points.

You shush her, carefully moving her hand to her lap before looking to where she had been pointing. Your neighbour had been looking from his window into yours for a little bit, smirking a little when he finally notices you looking back. He’s doing dishes in the sink, and it gives you the idea to get your friend some water.

“He’s been giving you fuck me eyes f-for weeks! Every time I come over he’s always—”

“Maybe you shouldn’t point and make it so obvious, babe.” you laugh, handing a glass full of water to her. “He’s just being friendly. Besides, I’m not really ready to date or anything yet. I’m just having fun hanging out with my bestie.” you tease her, nudging her with your elbow.

She pouts, eyes filling with water before she hugs you. She’s always been an emotional drunk, and soon enough she’s confessing how much she adores you and what a perfect best friend you are.

“Do you have any snacks? Wan’ some chocolate.” she tells you. You shake your head. “Ugh. Ooooh! You should go ask hot guy if he has any!” she suggests, kicking her feet and giggling all the while.

You look elsewhere. In the direction of hot guy. But he’s not at the window anymore. He’s probably in bed, it is pretty late. You hadn’t expected to be getting home after midnight from your cousins wedding given that you aren’t really that close. But bringing your best friend as a plus one extended the time you spent there.

There was an open bar.

“I’ll go to the store. What kind of chocolate do you want?” you ask.

“Surprise me.” she smiles. “Thaaaaank youuuuuu~!” she speaks in a sing-song voice.

“Don’t burn my apartment down while I’m gone.” you warn her, pretending to scowl at her before you laugh at yourself. She nods, eyes fluttering closed as her body sinks further and further into the couch.

You grab your keys and head out of the front door. If you were smart, you would have ordered dessert. There’s no way you should be leaving the safety of your apartment so late and stepping out into the city. But it’s just around the corner, that’s what you’re telling yourself. Nothing bad can happen to you if you just hurry.

As you reach the bottom floor, you recognise the man standing by the mailboxes near the entrance to your apartment building. He hasn’t noticed you, though, and why would he? He’s occupied sifting through the letters in his hands. You take a shallow breath, mentally preparing yourself for the dangers of going outside.

He raises his head as he smells your perfume when you walk by.

You gasp, feeling his hand dig into the flesh of your upper arm before he pulls you closer to him. It’s hard to even figure out what your thoughts are as you feel your back connect with rows of metal mailboxes. And before you can greet him, his lips are on yours.

You smile into the kiss, a hand cups your face as he presses his body a little harder into yours. He smiles back when he hears a soft little moan escape you at the feeling of being trapped against him. A sound from a higher floor frightens you, you turn your head and move away from him.

“Sorry, I thought my friend might be—”

“Hey,” he grabs your wrist and makes you face him. “You’re too ashamed being seen with me?” he smiles a little, teasing you. You smile back, shaking your head in protest.

“No it’s not that!” you tell him. “I better get going, though. She’s drunk and wants some chocolate.”

“You’re not going out on your own.” he speaks. It’s commanding, his voice filled with care and concern and it makes you weak at the knees. “Do you know that you can order snacks?”

“Uh, no, I've never heard of that.” you roll your eyes and speak sarcastically, earning a laugh from him.

“Maybe you should come upstairs with me, and I’ll show you how to do it.” he tells you, approaching you again. Your voice gets trapped in your throat as he looks down at you, and you find yourself nodding before even thinking about your answer. He smiles, though, kissing you deeply at your response. A sweet sort of praise for delivering an answer he’s happy to hear.

He takes your hand, guiding you up to his apartment.

“Done.” he smiles, putting his phone down on the counter. “I ordered pizza and your friend’s chocolate.”

“Perfect, thank you, Rin.” you thank him, “It’ll probably be a while… what shall we do in the meantime?”

“You know…” he starts, closing the gap between you. “I’ve really missed you all day.”

“Yeah? Ah—!” your voice gets caught in your throat as you feel him pick you up with ease. You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck as he carries you. You’ve missed him, too. You’ve never put a label on whatever this is. But as far as you’re concerned, it’s just fun. It’s easy. And it’s good.

He is good.

He sits on the couch with you straddling him. A little groan leaves his lips as yours stray to kiss down the column of his neck. His hips roll up, the outline of his cock rubs into your wanting core. His eyes are glued to you as your kisses descend his body, and he curses himself for not throwing away his sweater before picking you up.

It doesn’t matter though, not when you’re resting between his knees with your hands pawing at his cock. Your eyes are full, wanton whimpers filling every breath you take as you do all you can to quickly undo his belt.

“Can I give you head, baby?” you ask, helping remove his cock from the confines of his jeans. He nods, eagerly, his fingers stroking your scalp through your hair as encouragement.

You’re salivating when his dick is revealed in all of its perfect glory. Flushed pink and pretty and throbbing with lust. An unyielding desire to feel your mouth around it. You lick at the oozing pearlescent pre gathering at his slit. The moan he emits at the feeling rushes straight to your cunt. Your hand flies under your dress and beneath your sopping panties, Rin’s cheeks fill with a pink tint at the sight. He hadn’t expected you to touch yourself, his ego climbs heights he hadn’t thought possible at your overzealous act.

“Baby, please… please suck my cock.” he begs. You nod, mewling as you sink your mouth entirely onto him. “F-uck. Good girl, such a good girl.” he groans. You feel his hand cup your face, angling your vision so that your watery eyes are focused on him. He sees the pleasure building in you as you stare back at him.

Your little fingers aren’t enough to satiate the burning need pulsating at your core. But seeing Rin’s facial expressions are more than enough to keep you motivated. You want to make him proud. You want to make him cum. You take his cock entirely down your throat, and pride fills your body when he throws his head back.

He looks down at you, and he bites at his lower lip as you suck and choke around his length, tears spilling over your lash line as you take him more and more.

“Fuck, baby, you like this?” he asks, and you nod without hesitation. He thrusts his hips and fucks into your face until you’re choking on him. His hand grips into your hair and forms a makeshift ponytail as he continues to pound into your mouth like you’re his own personal fuck toy. He pulls you away reluctantly, giving you a chance to breathe. Though that isn’t why he did it. He wants to hear how good you feel. He wants to study the tears welling at your eyes. “You’re such a cute slut for me… cryin’ for my cock? Fucking adorable.” he grins.

You sob, unable to stop yourself. You rest your hands on his thighs as you sniffle, allowing him the time to really enjoy how pathetic and desperate you are.

“Love making you feel good…” you speak, shyly. “I—”

You don’t get the chance to speak anymore when he forces you back down on his cock. His eyes are heavy and filled with lust as he carries on rutting his hips into your face. You can’t stop yourself from twirling your fingers through his dark pubes. It’s the only thing keeping you grounded in reality as the feeling of his cock entirely takes over every synapse in your brain.

It’s unrelenting. He can’t stop himself as the tears continue to fall. Fat tears rolling without end down your hollowed cheeks. He batters his length into your drooling mouth, a mixture of spit and pre rolling down your chin and coating his balls as he repeatedly slams himself in and out. His thick length clogs your airways with each thrust. He can’t believe the pretty, lewd noises leaving you as you do your best to take him. The sputtering doesn’t cease, and knowing he’s so big that you can’t help but gag is making him mad with lust.

He holds your head with both of his large hands, keeping you in place as he fucks his length down your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, baby. Take it, ‘m cumming.” he warns you, a loud grunt following as ropes of tangy white cream spurt down your throat before you can barely get a taste. You show him your empty mouth, and he kisses your forehead in response. You hear your phone buzz, your head turning to acknowledge the sound. But he pulls you back, lifting you onto his lap before standing up with you in his hold. “I got carried away.” he kisses your lips.

“No it’s okay, I had fun.” you smile, kissing him back.

“You make me fucking crazy. Crying like that, over my cock? You’re so sweet.” he tells you, kissing you again. “Have you always been such a cry baby? I like it, a lot.” he whispers before kissing lovingly along your neck. You roll your eyes, kissing him and giggling against his lips. Before you can answer you hear your phone buzz again,

“Sorry, I should check that.” you tell him. He sets you down and tucks his cock back into his underwear and jeans. You smile when you feel him hug you from behind, kissing him before checking your texts.

Bestie 💖: are u still at the shop? hot boy has a gf :( i can see him getting a blowy through the window Bestie 💖: ugh they look so cute i hate her, i rly thought he liked you!!

Your blood runs cold as you feel the vibration of another text coming through. Rin smiles, tucking his head into your neck to offer a calming kiss while you read your texts together.

Bestie 💖: OH MY GOD YOU BITCH! IT’S YOU! YOU FUCKING BITCH!

You reluctantly look up, and Rin does the same. You see your best friend standing by the window with a shocked expression on her face. She holds her phone up and takes quick picture as you and Rin wave at her through the window. You look down to see a notification from her, the picture is now available for your whole Snapchat group chat to see.

“I gotta remember to close my blinds at night.” he laughs.

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horsegirlwarcrimes · 1 month

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For drabble ideas: MQF and SQH feat. rare medicinal plants.

(I feel like SQH doesn't know it but on MQF's side they're totally friends)

Hope you like this one, thank you for your hard work! ^-^

I LOVE THIS. and i liked it so much that i didnt answer for like 3 weeks im s o so r r y. HOWEVER it is also twice as long as my usual prompt fills so i hope you enjoy pt 1

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As the Lord of Qian Cao Peak, there are few things which cause Mu Qingfang to make anything like a ‘walk of shame’ across his peak. He is an esteemed scholar, a competent fighter, and a doctor who is considered by many to work miracles. People come to him to solve their problems, and when he must consult his sect siblings, it is with the self-assured confidence of an expert in one field seeking the wisdom of an expert in another.

It is with a heavy heart that he is forced to trudge across Qian Cao, over the rainbow bridge, through Ku Xing Peak, around Xian Xu Peak, and up to An Ding to knock at the Peak Lord’s door in the middle of the night.

Shang Qinghua answers on the second knock. He appears in the doorway, backlit by the lanterns behind him, accompanied by a wave of cool air and an anxious smile. The man is still fully dressed, guan in place and ink turning his fingers black and smudging darkly across his jaw. No—a bruise, blooming purple. Mu Qingfang’s hands itch to check it, but instead he folds his hands in a shallow bow as Shang Qinghua’s eyebrows go up at the sight of him.

“Shang-shixiong, this one apologized for disturbing you so late.”

“Mu-shidi! A pleasant surprise. Don’t worry about it, there’s no way I would be asleep at this time. I thought you were gonna be one of my disciples telling me something was unexpectedly on fire, so really, this is an improvement. What can I do for you?”

Mu Qingfang sighs. He really hates doing this.

“I’m afraid I must ask your expertise on a sensitive matter.”

“Oh—? Ooooh. One of those nights, huh? Come on in.”

Shang Qinghua steps aside, waving lazily over his shoulder for Mu Qingfang to follow him. He calls out, facing his sitting room,

“Make yourself at home, Shidi. Sorry about the mess, you can push some scrolls over if you need to.”

Mu Qingfang steps into the front room, taking in the familiar papers, scrolls, and cushions scattered around the floor, the desk, the shelves… he sees one booklet poking out of a plant pot. A Snow Lion Bush, red berries gleaming and viny tendrils swaying as if in an invisible breeze—maybe that is what’s responsible for the unusually cool temperatures Shang Qinghua always seems to keep his rooms at. Mu Qingfang almost wishes he’d worn an extra layer.

Shang Qinghua starts making tea, and Mu Qingfang moves to take the kettle from his hands.

“Please, allow me. I’m the one who is disturbing you so late.” Best to step in before they both end up sipping bitter tea.

Shang Qinghua chuckles and raises his hands in defeat, stepping away to ease himself down at his overflowing desk. Mu Qingfang makes a note—stiff, moving gingerly. Fatigue, muscle strain, or an injury he’s avoiding aggravating? He roots around Shang Qinghua’s cabinets until he locates slightly stale dried danshen and curcumin, makes a note to bring more by later as a thank you.

“So… who’s the lucky victim?” Shang Qinghua asks.

Mu Qingfang nudges some scrolls aside with his foot and sits in front of the man’s desk, pushing more paperwork aside to set down the pot and two cups of tea with Shang Qinghua’s consenting hand-wave.

“You know I can’t tell you that, Shixiong.”

“Ah I know, I know. Can’t blame me for asking. I really want it to be that one guy from Qiong Ding who keeps denying my funding requests for—anyways, it doesn’t matter. What are you looking for, exactly?”

Mu Qingfang knocks his tea back like downing a cup of wine. “I have two victims of a spring plant. Contact based—their clothes were coated in an opalescent pink powder, fine grained. I spoke with them both individually. One described it as ‘vine like,’ the other ‘bush like.’ Both said the flowers were white and pink, with green stems and leaves and a darker pink tear drop shaped metal emerging from a soft, fur-like white bud.”

“Ahh, ‘Drawstring pulled tight upon sweet fragrance pent within’1?” Shang Qinghua asks, quoting something Mu Qingfang doesn’t recognize. He tilts his head, and Shang Qinghua waves him off. “Don’t worry about it. Those sound familiar! Should I assume the sect members in question are, ah, feeling some effect?”

“They have refused the… ordinary methods of relief from a trained service worker, myself, each other, and any other member of the sect who might be asked. One of them has a fever that’s making them hallucinate, and the other has developed an unusual rash.”

TBC...

1王文英 (Wáng Wényīng) Poems of a Hundred Flowers: number 70 - Purse Peony

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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Holy crow congratulations on 1k my dude! 🎉 I freaking love your writing so much! I'm constantly giggling or bouncing around and your writing lives in my head rent free how are you so talented?! I'm so so sorry this is kinda last minute but if you're still accepting requests for the event may I request Lilia + hostage please? Congrats again and I hope you have a lovely day/night/morning! Stay safe out there!

THIS IS THE LAST ONE :((( tbh i had so many requests roll in that i'm a bit relieved BUT ALSO DONT GET ME WRONG this was a fun event and i loved loved loved talking to all of you!!! please feel free to drop by my inbox if you ever want to <3

ANYWAYS!!!! hello anon!!! :D thank you so much!!!!!

aM!Q?>?!?>@ UM i started writing quite a while ago actually so i guess practice?? UM IDK HELP IM SO GLA DYOU LIKE MY WRITING THAT MUCH IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO KNOW PEOPLE ENJOY IT WHHAHHAWHAHWAHA

PLS don't apologize!! last minute isn't late <3 i hope your day or night as lovely as well, make sure you take care of yourself!! <33

this takes place when silver was a child!! C:

LILIA VANROUGE + HOSTAGE (1k event details)

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“Help me!” you cry, hiding under a blanket form as you shake in your fairytale getup, “Oh please! Won’t somebody save me from this fearsome dragon?!”

“Rawr!” Lilia yells, arms outstretched and fingers curled threateningly, “I’m the big evil dragon that looooves eating little knights!”

You hear Silver giggle from behind the couch, but neither you nor Lilia acknowledge it. He puts on quite the show of trying to find the small human, even going so far as to lift a vase and scratch his head in mock confusion.

You watch as Silver clambers over the back of the couch, wooden sword in hand. He brandishes it with a grin and nods at you as if to say, “don’t worry. I’m here to save you.”

You smile back.

Lilia hums loudly as he continues to search for Silver, proclaiming all the ways in which he could gobble him up. You almost choke on your spit when Lilia makes a comment about eating Silver’s nose, but manage to keep quiet.

Silver stands on the back of the couch, feet wobbling as he tries to stay steady. With a loud yell, he jumps off the back of the couch and traps Lilia in a headlock.

“Oh! Ooooh!” Lilia screeches dramatically and Silver whacks him with the sword, “Woe is me! I’ve been defeated!”

“I did it! I beat the dragon!” Silver cheers, jumping off his father and rushing towards you, “I saved you!”

“Yes you did Silver.” you smile softly, rubbing his head, “Good job. I’m so proud of you.”

#auburn's 1k event <3 #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #twst #disney twst #lilia vanrouge fluff #lilia fluff #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge

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druidonity2 · 23 days

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Happy late birthday!

My apologies but I have been holding myself back and I just need to ask:

What would Demon Hunters look like as a flight, with Illidan being their Aspect? 👀👀👀👀

Thank you!! <3 <3 <3

Ooooh hmmmmm. In my head I see them as originally a fel-tainted offset of green dragons, coming together to call themselves The Green Flame, or the Flight of the Green Flame. (I imagine Flight of the Fel'd could work too, but warlocks and Man'ari come to mind too so idk) However this flight is not made solely of green dragons ofc, any dragon who can make the required sacrifices and survive are welcomed within. You can identify these dragons from their empty eye sockets overflowing with fel, sawed off horns replaced by more demonic typically front-facing horns, glowing fel markings etched into their scales, and wings torn and shredded. Some have mutated limbs and tails, multiple distorted wings, the worst of them may be mistaken as corrupted by old gods with just how grotesque they've become.

While Wardens tails make up their glave when curled, Illidari cut off the tips of their tails to replace with actual warglaves. Some of the more mutated dragons develop multiple tails, which are also then fixed with blades, and make them especially dangerous to face in close combat. Replacing their old horns and tails are just one big step in turning away from the dragon you once were, you won't find an illidari dragon who hasn't done both.

Illidan was a green dragon, born with gold eyes and great expectations placed upon him he did not achieve. After turning away from the Emerald Dream and it's protection he looked to the magics of the blue flight, and then, of course, to fel itself. We all know how this ends.

(im still workshopping Illidan's original non-corrupted form, but i figured i'd doodle something to show the changes. I picture him looking more like his brother, sans antlers)

#also i watched lore videos to make sure I got my lore right so if i said something wrong don't blame me ok #world of warcraft #illidan stormrage #dragon au #dragon #dragons

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years

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i hope im not too late for the kink hour! 🫣 but skirt kink has been in my mind lately; either of the boys would love love love to see you in a short skirt that lends itself to some handsy flirting 😏

Ooooh, okay, so I love this ^_^ Thanks for sending it in!

Warnings: Language, mentions of masturbation, vaginal fingering, oral sex (female receiving), and more!

~*~

You’d all been friends a long time, but Eddie and Steve had started fooling around almost immediately after they bonded. Eddie wasn’t exactly shy about hiding how he continuously drooled over the former jock, often gossiping with you about how you’d both got off to not so friendly thoughts of Steve Harrington. However, Eddie got to him first, Steve reciprocating—suavely charming the metal head. They haven’t really labeled anything, both still pining after one more missing piece (you). You’d had to reign in your jealousy and nurse your sore wrist from the tension in the tendons, following the times you’d hung out with them and couldn’t wait to climb back beneath your sheets at home.

Today is different, though. You’re in your new cherry red leather skirt, fishnets tight over your thighs, and boots on your feet, with some lace crop top hugging (whatever your body type is <3) your figure. Nancy, you and Robin had went to get your nails and hair done for the Hallows Eve party in just a few hours, deciding to stop by the Family Video for some candy and videos to watch later in the night. None of you favored staying out too late and the parties around here were boring anymore. When you’d walked in between the two girls Steve had dropped all of his tapes on the floor and Eddie slipped on one, the cigarette he wasn’t supposed to be smoking in the store— catching in the carpet and burning a hole through the cheap threads. Once everyone’s laughter (you, Robin & Nance’s) had subsided, you three went into raiding the candy rack, stuffing Nancy’s big purse full.

But neither boy had stopped staring at you, whispering between the confines of their hair care product fumes and colognes. They also had zero plans tonight, but to get a little drunk at Eddie’s place after a small bonfire near Skull Rock. Though you suspect they’re headed there to make out (something you totally won’t be thinking about during the lame ass party). You’ve just gotten a pack of Razzles in your palm, shaking the candy from side to side, when Eddie is asking you something that makes your eyes roll beneath the smoky shadow.

“By the way, Y/N, what are you supposed to be going as?”

Steve, with his hand on his hip and a brow raised, smirks. You want to wipe it off with your mouth, but you’ll settle for some sass instead. Shifting on your work combat boots, you jut a hip out, tossing the Razzles behind you to an intercepting Robin, who hands them off to the stockpile Nancy’s organizing in her oversized bag.

Without missing a beat, you make sure they both know you’re simultaneously addressing them, and then it’s off your red stained mouth. “Your one night stand.”

You can hear Nancy snicker behind you, Robin coughing into her fist, with a ‘holy shit.’ And the guys’ expressions? Christmas has flown in early. You have to turn and bite on your painted lip, your two girlfriends sharing a mental high five with you. That’s the exact moment you see Nancy get one of those looks. The one that tells you she’s got a plan circulating around in that head of hers.

Before you can question it, she’s slapping a ten dollar bill on the counter, telling Steve to keep the change, and she’s pulling Robin towards the door, halting you as you attempt to follow, confused and slightly irritated. “Nance? What the fuck?” You warn.

“You don’t like parties anyway, right? And I was thinking me and Robs had this thing we were gonna go check out, instead—“

“We did?” Robin is more confused than you, receiving a slightly shoulder bump from Nance. “Ow! Okay, we did!”

“And why can’t I come? Or is it just the Nancy and Robin show now?” You cross you arms, tired of third wheeling different scenarios (oh, you are so not thinking of the two men to your left, still attempting to process your words).

Nancy shakes her head and backs completely out of the door with Robin in tow, that bell ringing and making your palms begin to sweat. You’ll be alone here, with no plans and no ride home. Her plan. Sometimes, you wished she were still into Steve. “Make it work!” She calls out, winking at you.

The silence that follows is sickening. It’s you and the combination of the only two guys you’ve ever really felt much of anything (everything) for. And you’re wearing something that’s so unlike you, you could be mistaken for a slutty clone. You sigh, folding your arms on the counter and using one hand to dig into your small clutch for cab money. Steve is objecting immediately, seemingly insulted.

“You know she meant for me to drive you home, right?”

Your patience thins and the band snaps. “No fucking shit, Harrington! She had to completely deviate from our plans in favor of her own, embarrass me—“

“Why would you be embarrassed? We’re all friends, aren’t we?” Eddie is baiting you, those large chocolate eyes making you feel zoned in on and small, but in ways that keep you grounded, held.

“Some of us…” You mutter, swallowing on the rush of a sudden anxiety spike.

They look at one another in knowing communication. You pretend you don’t notice, looking at your new nails.

“You’re awfully quiet, sweetheart. Cat got your tongue?” Eddie is getting closer and you turn around to avoid it, but he slides in behind you, arms on either side of your body, knuckles pressed on the counter that you’re leaning on, his chin dropping onto your shoulder. “Talk to me. M’ not gonna judge, you know that.”

“To us.” Steve comes around the counter so that he’s directly in front of you and Eddie, tilting over it on folded arms.

Fuck. You’re directly between them, caught.

“It’s just… I got into this stupid ass outfit and now I’m not going anywhere but home. It was all a waste of time.” And that’s not a complete lie. You’ve just left out the part that you wanted them to go crazy in seeing you dressed up, in comparison to your usual getup of jeans and t-shirts.

“Nance didn’t think so.” Steve tries.

“Yeah, well, who cares what she thought.” You snap, trying to shake off Eddie’s hold. He doesn’t budge.

“Do you care what we think?” It’s Steve’s voice again, his thumb reaching out to brush along your jaw.

You immediately jolt into the contact, hips pushing back against Eddie’s crotch without meaning to. He stiffens, groaning, tone muffled in your shoulder, almost a plea. “Man…”

You’re tired, so very exhausted. Lifting your gaze to Steve’s, you nod. “And what if I do? What if I tell you that it’s all for you guys? That what I’m wearing underneath was especially bought with you two in mind…?”

Eddie’s lifting himself from your neck, eyes rapidly darting between you and Steve. “Fuck, for real?”

“Don’t act like we didn’t talk about getting ourselves off when we thought about Steve. Except you can actually do stuff with him now.” You’re being entirely transparent, breaking free of his grip.

“You… you guys masturbated thinking about me?” Steve’s freckle dotted throat constricts around a gulp.

“I masturbate thinking about both of you.” You confess, chewing on your lower lip, arms crossed so that you can caress your own flesh in comfort.

“As in… present tense?” Eddie verbalizes. Steve is already retreating from his place around the counter, finding your personal space with a brisk invasion.

His big hand hovers over the side of your fish net covered thigh. “Can I feel you a little bit, honey?”

You don’t have to ask why, Eddie cutting off your remaining doubts, finding your left side. “We talk about you every time we fuck, Y/N. You’re there even when you’re… not.”

He brushes a back handed stroke with his rings over your collarbone, their metal cooling your skin. Steve scratches along the fabric stapled to your thighs. “Pretty. Like a present that’s begging to be unwrapped.”

“Fuck, guys. Don’t you have plans tonight?” It’s a lame question on your oblivious end, but it makes Steve snort and Eddie grin.

“Plans with an additional person. One that we’re definitely gonna have to keep warm in the woods tonight.”

They close in on you and you’re entirely fucked. You’ll have to thank Nancy later.

~*~

The firelight glitters in the background, staving off Autumn’s biting night breeze. It’s beautiful and serene, noises identified only by the singular panting breaths of three people caught in pleasure. They took you along with them after Steve closed down the store.

Eddie made good on his promise to keep you warm, but you suspect it was a way to also see you with half your costume on. Your boots and fishnets are on top of your shirt and jacket, your underwear beside them. A blanket is underneath your feet to give them comfort. Your skirt is bunched around your waist, and your silk black bra pulled down to expose your breasts. Steve is on his knees in front of you, his mouth working in delicate slurps that drag you onto your tip toes with each stroke, pushing you back into Eddie, who has one finger deep in your cunt, working in tandem with Steve’s tongue.

You’re on the cusp of a sweet death and headed to hell on Halloween.

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legiterallylunar · 15 days

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i lied i can't pick a favourite. anyway here's my list of yummy harmonies across the entirety of falsettos!!

so i've realised after writing this that i've basically just written down every time there's overlapping voices LMFAOO it's just cos the harmonies are so good UGH. this is about to be the longest post ever under the cut i'm so so sorry

MARCH OF THE FALSETTOS:

- OOOOOOOOOOOOH!! from four jews i actually cant it's so fun

- five JEWS!!!! the last part of four jews in a room bitching UGHH i lovr it

- will you be my valenTIIIIINE!! in a tightknit family/love is blind. self explanatory. i've been saying this for years (approximately a month). it's so good. i literally cant get enough of it. it's so delicious. this harmony satisfies something deep in my soul

- loove is bliiiind when they all join in and build it up (in the proshot it's the exact moment where jason joins it and the camera zooms on him)

- passion DIIIIIIIES -thrill of first love. self explanatory

- loooooooOOOVE! at the end of thrill of first love YUMMM yum it's so good

- whaat a mess this is this family//photographs cant capture our magic i just love it so much

- whizzerrrrrr!! in everyone tells jason to see a psychiatrist. this isn't my fav harmony if i'm completely honest but it's cool anyway

- late for dinner late again late for dinner late again late fr dinner late again late for dinner late late late late!!!!!!!!!

-I MET THIS MAN TODAY

- RICH MARVIN WHICH MARVIN!!!

- the whole why marvin try marvin bit from in this had better come to a stop UGH

-this had better come to an EEEEENNNNNNDDD!!! (both times obvi. it's so yum)

- honourable mention to im breaking down. she ate that up i love her

- why don't i/you feel alright for the rest of your life (the first time jason and mendel do it together and they go respectively up/down on the harmony) UGH it's so yum

- feel allRIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! at the end of jason's therapy UGH it's so good from the end of please come to our house

- i want- i got- i want it ALLLL from a tight knit family reprise I LOVE IT

- actually all of mendel and marvin in that section ITS SOO GOOD

- four men marching but NEVER MINCING!!

- ALONE IN THE NIIIIIGHT!!!!!!! i just am so obsessed with the way this sounds it's so scrumptious

- marching HOOOOOOME!! i love. i eat it up every time

- life's a sham and every move is wrong!!we've examined every move as we move along!! - chess game. it sounds good. not my personal fav and not one that makes me go WOW but solid and nice and i like it

- you are not required to phooone!! (and basically most of trina and mendel in makinh a home i jsut forgot to write each specific bit down)

- making beliieeeeve!!:(( when whizzer joins in making a home UGHH

- could/should he/she looovee meeeeee?:( it sounds so good omg

- HOWEVER sorry i want to say i don't really like the 'makiiing aaa' harmony that trina and mendel have near the end of making a home i'm sorry it's so dissonant and weird maybe it's a symbolism thing but it doesn't sound right

- not a harmony but !! honourable mention to the key change in the games i play

- pseudo-romantic and sick! from marvin hits trina i love that it's so fast

- we had fiiights and games!, marvin called us funnny names! from marvin hits trina it just sounds so nice in my ears

- help us ALLLL!!!! in i never wanted to love you OH MY GOD. i cant get enough of this one

- he's MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE! in i never wanted to love you OMG i love this one so much especially with marvins melody over the top UGHHH it's so good it's so so good

- loooooveeee!!! youuuuuu!!!! - at the end of i never wanted to love you

ok that's it. time for act 2!

FALSETTOLAND:

- literally all of falsettoland i love this song as an intro omg

- give these handsome boys a hand!!

- welcome to falsettolaaaaand

- ooooh the 80s!

- (march march march of the falsettos march of the falsettos -what a world we live in) ooooooooooahhoooo!!! swanky lesbians!!!

- congregate in central park!

- what a world we LIIVE INN!!!

- HOMOSEXUALS!

- welcome to falsettoLAAAAAAAAAAND!

- it's about time! it's about time! it's about timeee!!!

- thiiiis is the yeaaar of jason's bar mitzvah!

- THIS IS THE YEAR OF YHE CHILD WHEN HE SPREADS OUT HIS WINGS (god i love this one so much every single time they do it)

- MYYYY CHIIIIIILD

- we'll have flowrrs galooooreee!!

- tuxeeeedooooos!

- WHAT A DAYYYY TO TEMEMBER

- UGH i love the year of the child bro it's so good YUM .

-YAY THE BASEBALL GAME (can you tell i'm doing this act's harmonies in real time while i watch it LOL)

- WE'RE SITTING! AND WATCHING JASON PLAY BASEBALL!

-we really wish he'd take this more seriously.

-up batting! and batting bad!!!!!

- SLIIIIIDE JASON!! SLIIIIIIIIIIIDE

- we're sitting! and watch the kid as he misses we're watching marvin throw kisses!!!

- boys field boys bat boys this boys that watchinh JASON!!

- my life would be! boring as shit.😔

- please god don't let me make the SAME MISTAKE!

- jason hits! THE BAAAAALLLLLLLL

yippee a day in falsettoland

- honourable mention to NOW I JUST SNOOOOOOORE!!!

- and the obvious EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT

- DOO YOU KNOWWWWW!!!!!

- anything you do is alright!

EVERYTHING WILL FEEL ALRIGHT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!!

FEEL ALRIGHT FIR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!

EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT

- what you mean you don't want a bar mitzvah???

how do you think we feel about that?????

- rather than humiliate her killing your mother is the merciful thing to do!😨😨

guys actually i cant deal it's what more can i say. someone kill me. i've gone insane. sorry back to harmonies.

- something bad is haaappeninh.!

- spreading spreading spreeeeaaaadddinngggg!!! ROOOUUUNNDDD!!!! from something bad is happening i LOVE charlotte and cordelia

- the backing 'everything will be alright' vocals after whizzer collapses :((((

- WHIZZER HELLOOOOOOO with charlotte and jason UGH stop i cant deal from days like this

- but toDAY you seem to be! on the way! to recovery!!!!!! with everyone from days like this ARGHHH

- as my heart falls out of SIIIIIIIIIIGHT with trina and mendel OMGG stop i cant . from cancelling the bar mitzvah

- i Looooooooove.. youuu.. with marvin and whizzer from unlikely lovers :(((

- iss it a baaad time!? ...... we'll come iiiiiin! with charlotte and cordelia

-and we need something sweeet!!!

- FOUR UNLIKELY LOVERS!!!!

- LEEETS PRETEEEEND!! THAAAT NOTHING!! IS AWWFUL:(

- actually i cant list it all. it's just all of unlikely lovers ITS SO CUTE i cant deal im sobbing on the floor.

-LOOOOOOOOOVEEEERRRRRRRS

special honourable mention to you gotta die sometime obvi

- the WINE is very soothing!!!! from jason's bar mitzvah

- everything is lovely..!:(

- i feel more helpless than i have in years...!

- but he looks... like marrvinnnn!!:(

- and godchild to the lesbians from next dooor!!!!!

omg kill me now it's what would i do

- WHAT MOORE CAN I SAY!

-AFTER BEINV SCREWED OUT OF TODAY

- TELL ME WHATS IN STORE

- ONE HOUR ONE HOUR MOREEEEEE

- IF I HAAAD NOT SEEN YOU

- WHO WOULD I FEASSSTT MY EYES ON

- once i was told that good men get better with aaaage.!!:((

guys actually kill me shoot me in the head i cant go on anymore.

i'm done i'm gone i'm dead and buried. send help

anyway that's it hope u agree (or disagree please talk to me i need to discuss). yay falsettos!

#this was supposed to be short #but unfortunately #two hours have a lot of harmonies #and a lot of incredible harmonies.#this isn't even all of them #i'm so insane #longest post ever i'm so sorry #falsettos #leo talks!#i want to eat harmonies #i love harmonies so much #harmonies #!!!!!!!!!

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slythereen · 5 months

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Confirmation that Charles has in fact not yet signed anything with ferrari. What do we think?

Happy Sunday btw 🥰

ooooh was it a solid confirmation 👀👀 i saw some Italian media gossip & that Fred had said something about the contracts being delayed / him not meeting the end of year plan… Spicy™

charles has really been moving with a different tone lately imo… like i feel like there were two distinct shifts. his shift to more autonomy and girlbossery when it seemed clear he was in serious talks with rbr. and then last two races, back to being STRONGLY positive about the future and development and how well the team has improved…

so it seems like rbr flirted hard, he seriously considered/pre-contracted, and ferrari scrambled to give him what he wants. potentially. if that 5 year contract rumor is true? gonna have to just believe in whatever charles knows but im wary……

and now it got delayed ????? possibly more hold up??? what is going on in the house of ferrari

#happy Sunday !!!!#time to spiral into insanity #charles you are so sneaky and devious and cunning in your diabolical marketing moves #charles leclerc #f1 #*oracles #ferrari civil war 2023 #war almost over????#Or is it about to be a two year war #will i have to update to 2024

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hadassah4ever · 9 months

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request: “OML your fix’s are so amazing! I can’t find many more Igby fanfics on this app, so would you mind writing some more? Maybe going out to the movies or just a late night talk with some fluff? No worries if not! Thank you 🫶🫶” — @romanroyapoligist

TYSM BUT OH MY GOD I DIDN’T OPEN MY INBOX FOR LIKE A MONTH AND DIDN’T NOTICE THIS IM SO SORRY OMG IM SO DUMB. 😰😰

Warnings: A joke about autocannibalism and a suicide joke (not about Igby or reader), other than that it’s tooth-rotting fluff.

(No use of pronouns.)

Word count: ~800

Playlist (album but shhh): DYKTTATUOB by Lana Del Rey — https://open.spotify.com/album/5HOHne1wzItQlIYmLXLYfZ?si=1JC1bL8VSleiuCA2_IGJtg

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The air was crisp and slightly chilly and the sky was rather grey, yellow and orange leaves laid around you.

“Ooooh, I’m Igby and I like watching my super underground movies that use autocannibalism as an allegory for capitalism!” You mocked him, your voice going far too deep to match Igby’s, but it made him scoff and roll his eyes lightheartedly, so it was a win in your books.

“Shut up.” He bumped his shoulder into yours, making you stumble slightly to the right. “Nuh uh, you know you love me for my witty comebacks.”

“Touché.” His hazel eyes narrowed slightly, a common habit of his, often paired with a little sly smirk, a very versatile expression, ranging anywhere from ‘scheming’ to ‘loving’.

The movie theatre air was very different from outside. Outdoors it was crisp and fresh, the small theatre’s air was heavy and smelled like every finance bro’s cologne muddled together, there was probably about 50 seats, none of them taken up yet.

“C’mon, toss the popcorn into my mouth, I know how to catch it.” He spoke, reverting to a goofier, almost tween-esque version of himself. “You know I can’t throw for shit, and I don’t wanna make a minimum wage employee kill themselves tonight.” You shook your head, glancing around out of the corner of your eyes to see if anyone was witnessing you and your boyfriend acting so juvenile.

“It’s literally like, two feet. Plus I’ll clean it up.” He replied, explaining the last part like it was obvious. You raised your hands up like you surrendered, picking up a kernel of popcorn and holding it in the tips of your thumb and pointer finger. You gave your best little toss and he caught it.

“I told you, I told you.” He spoke, if it weren’t for his little chuckle at the latter half of the sentence, you two would’ve genuinely sounded like a bickering couple to the three men who clearly just got off of work, entering into the miniscule theatre, same haircut more or less, similar slacks, similar graphic socks.

—

Frankly, you had no fucking idea what that film was about, it seemed like the result of too much acid and Kafka, but you’d be damned if you said you didn’t at the very least mildly enjoy Igby being this talkative and passionate about something. You’d let him talk about this to your last breath if you just simply continued to hear his voice and opinions.

“So, you know how there was that bowl of fruit that they kept panning back to? That was actually meant to symbolize— wait I sound like an asshole, don’t I?” He stopped, looking at you for reassurance. “You could narrate paint drying on a wall and I would enjoy it, Igs. I only made fun of you because you’re a total babe.” Frankly, you were just happy that he allowed you to break down his cynical and reserved outer shell, to a delightfully immature and extremely sweet inner core.

There was a playful roll of his eyes after calling him a ‘babe’ that quickly simmered into a soft look in his eyes after the genuine words hit him, then a silence in the air that lasted a second that showed that he wasn’t used to that, he was used to ‘Yes, you sound stupid, let’s go back to small talk now.’. He let his body deflate on the sofa, essentially pleading for it to swallow him whole to make sure you didn’t see how flustered he was in that moment.

“Whatever. It was a shitty movie.” He replied with a dullness wracking his tone, you just shot a knowing look at him and he felt his heart nearly palpitate, his stomach churned in a ‘sickeningly in love’ way and his throat felt full of air.

Silence was something you’d grown rather accustomed to with Igby, it was very comfortable to say the least. You didn’t have to speak to enjoy your time with each other, the only sounds in your apartment (which he’d end up spending more than half his week at) were the ambient noises of your domestic activities.

Running water and bristles against teeth, the squeal of the floorboards, the slight squeak of the bed as you softly hopped into it, getting comfortable and watching Igby with a simple loving and warm gaze as he settled into the bed next to you, ready to drift to sleep alongside each other and wait for the cycle to repeat, like an old, married couple, or just talk endlessly until the sun rose and announced its presence through your windows, he’d be fine with either.

#submission #igby goes down #igby slocumb x reader #igby x reader #igby slocumb #Spotify

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