#muerta's works

[muertawrites]

Inked (Eddie x Reader x Punk!Steve) [18+]

Summary: tattoos hurt. thankfully your artist is chill about the way you distract yourself from the pain.

Warnings: 18+ minors dni, oral (fem receiving), vouyerism, exhibitionism, male masturbation, explicit descriptions of sex and pain

Read Time: 7 mins

This is possibly the most painful thing you've ever felt. It stings, it burns, and the tip of the gun feels like it's digging under your skin and against the bone beneath. Eddie hisses.

"You're holding me too tight, baby."

You look over to where your hand is gripped around his wrist, fingers white as they curl into his flesh. You release your hold and there are little moon-shaped grooves etched in his skin, blooming red and threatening to bleed.

Steve stops tattooing.

You're laying on the bench in his home studio, having offered yourself as a guinea pig to help him practice working on people for his apprenticeship. He's doing a sternum piece for you, sprawled out over your naked chest while Eddie sits on your other side, one hand massaging your breast while the other gets itself impaled by your clawing grip. It hurts way more than you expected it to. You're lightheaded and nauseous, and your whole body is clammy and feverish. You feel like you might faint.

Steve nervously bites his lip, his gloved thumb stroking over some of the excess ink.

"... It looks really good already," he attempts to console you. "Do you need to take a break?"

You close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. Eddie's hand that cups your breast gives it a gentle squeeze, rolling your nipple between two of his fingers. You moan softly, and all at once you're inspired.

You turn to Steve, asking the question before you can psych yourself out.

"Do you mind if Eddie fucks me?"

The men blink at each other, bewildered. Neither of them says anything for a moment.

"Please," you beg. "It hurts so fucking much and I'm already topless. I think it'll help. I don't want to faint."

Steve stares at Eddie, who stares back at Steve. After a tense pause, Steve shrugs.

"Listen, man, if she's cool with it, I'm cool with it. Just don't move her too much."

Eddie looks down at you, his hand moving to stroke through your hair.

"Is that really what you want, sweetheart?"

He sounds concerned, but the brightness in his eyes and the growing stiffness in his jeans give him away. He's eager. Excited. He gets to bring his favorite pornos to life, and all because it was your idea. This is like Christmas.

You nod, giggling softly.

"Yes, Eddie, just do it. Before I change my mind."

He wastes no time, springing up from his chair and positioning himself at the end of the bench, his hands finding the waistband of your leggings and rolling them down. Steve watches, letting out a soft breath when Eddie exposes your hips, your thighs, the luscious patch of pubic hair between your legs. You grin up at him, gently tapping a finger against his chin.

"Stevie," you remind him. "My tattoo."

He gives you a suave, easy smile as he meets your eyes, a feature left over from his time as a high school womanizer. His cheeks are pink, his pupils consuming his pretty brown irises.

"Right," he chuckles. "Sorry."

He starts up the gun again, and Eddie's tongue finds your clit, pressing flat against you as Steve resumes his work on your chest, the needle stabbing its way back into your skin. The pain is eclipsed by the swirling of Eddie's tongue, the pucker of his lips as he dives in and starts sucking. You moan, focusing on the tingling between your thighs.

"That better?" Steve asks, smirking.

You nod.

"Way better."

Eddie grips your thighs, slinging your legs over his shoulders as he laps and sucks at you, the lewd, wet noises echoing off the walls. You can feel your wetness dripping down your buttocks as he works you towards orgasm. He gazes up at you through his lashes, his cock twitching when he doesn't meet your eyes or your breasts but instead sees Steve leaned over you, glancing his way. Eddie grins.

"How much longer, Harrington?" he wonders.

His lips and chin are glossy. Steve swallows heavily.

"About halfway," he answers.

Eddie nods. He stands, making quick work of his button and zipper and freeing his cock, running his shaft teasingly up the length of your pussy. Steve pauses to watch, his mouth slack at the way you coat Eddie's shaft, how easily it glides against you. Eddie grins as he taps the head of his cock against your clit.

"Her pussy's divine, man," he boasts. "Maybe instead of a tip she'll let you have a taste."

He winks at Steve, his hands moving to your hips as he eases inside of you, letting out a quiet moan. His features contort with the pleasure, succumbing to the heat of your slick walls. He starts to thrust, slow and deep, taking care not to shift you at all so Steve has a stable canvas; his palm presses to your stomach for support.

Steve stares, his cock pressing painfully against the leg of his jeans. After a moment he snaps himself out of it and goes back to work, painfully aware of how close he is to your breasts.

You whimper as Eddie fucks you, gripping the sides of the bench to keep yourself still. Eddie's cock pressing deep inside you, Steve's hot breath fanning over your nipple, the depravity of letting him see you naked and vulnerable has you panting, whining, crying for more. The pain of your sternum tattoo is easily forgotten.

Eddie fucks you for half an hour. Steve fills out the lines of your tattoo, then goes back over them again where they're not dark enough, pausing every so often to watch Eddie plow into you. At one point, you reach your hand between Steve's thighs and palm at him, feeling a rush as he bites his lip to keep from moaning. He whispers that you can take him out if you want. You do, and you haphazardly stroke his cock as he finishes the piece, surprisingly concentrated despite rolling his hips into your palm.

When the tattoo is finished, Steve steps away and lets you and Eddie finish as well. He leans against the counter as Eddie bends over you, his mouth latched to your neck as he rails you with unrelenting force until you cum around him, clenching him tightly and moaning as pleasure shakes your body; he follows close behind. You turn your head and watch as Steve touches himself, pulling on his cock until he reaches his own orgasm, spilling creamy ropes all over his stomach, thighs, and the floor. The skin between your legs is soaked.

Eddie helps Steve clean up while you come to your senses, laying on the bench in a dreamy, fucked out haze as Steve dresses your new tattoo and Eddie wipes the residue of sex off of you, himself, and the furniture. When you finally sit up, you look at Steve and laugh breathlessly, thanking him for a good time.

"How much do I owe you?" you ask.

He shakes his head.

"On the house," he says. He grins. "The private show was payment enough."

🎸eddie masterlist🎸

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[latamclassiclitbracket]

Casas Muertas - Miguel Otero Silva

Casas Muertas es la segunda novela del escritor venezolano Miguel Otero Silva. Fue publicada por Editorial Losada, en el año 1955. La novela es de una descripción del declive de Ortiz, un pueblo en los llanos centrales del país, debido a las continuas muertes por severas epidemias de paludismo y la emigración de sus habitantes hacia las grandes ciudades y las zonas de producción petrolera. La novela ilustra el proceso en el que pueblos latinoamericanos sometidos a intereses externos fueron víctimas de un falso progreso y de una modernización desigual y desintegradora. Otero ganó el Premio Nacional de Literatura por esta novela.

Lee más sobre esta novela en Wikipedia.

Dead Houses - Miguel Otero Silva

Dead Houses is the second novel by Venezuelan writer Miguel Otero Silva. It was published by Editorial Losada in 1955. The novel is a description of the decline of Ortiz, a town in the central plains of the country, due to the continuous deaths from severe malaria epidemics and the emigration of its inhabitants to large cities and oil production areas. The novel illustrates the process in which Latin American villages, subjected to external interests, were victims of false progress and uneven and disintegrating modernization. Otero won the Premio Nacional de Literatura for this novel.

Read more about the author on Wikipedia.

#latam classic lit works #literature #literatura #Casas Muertas #Miguel Otero Silva

[freakkofmediciine]

i have to stop eating. i have to stop eating. i physically cannot eat anymore.

using diet coke as my main appetite suppressor has irritated my stomach’s lining so badly due to the acid that eating literally anything at all sends me writhing into unspeakable agony, i couldn’t even reach out to hold my mom’s hand as we left my brother’s graduation lunch. i fucking ruined everything and made everything about me and it was awful. this literally happened the other day in front of my best friend because i wanted to say fuck you to my ed.

#muerta mumbles #water didn’t work. diet coke didn’t work. i’ll try tea next #this is so embarrassing #im seeing a doctor on monday yippee #don’t do the eating disorder guys

[lonely--seeker]

Really fighting for my life just to buy cat food

#me voy a caer muerta porque hace unos meses la bolsa de 10k estaba a $15.000 ahora esta a $41.000 #inflation can do that to a motherfucker #bueno. a llorar a la lloreria #encima como el dolar bajo ahora todo sale mas caro pero yo cobro menos #uwaaaaa #I'm trying to make my finances work. i need to buy cat food. students books and to pay bills #i have $200usd luckily i don't need to eat do i #i ate 2 undercooked sausages today #Fuck i need to buy a water heater too or never shower again #FUCK MY NEW GLASSES AUGHHH #it's okay i have me. i can come. out of this a normal amount of alive #I'll go to the grocery and buy butter so i can bake some bread for the week #i need me something to eat at uni

[sillyfoxlady]

PAC Reading

What does your Goddess Want You To Know?

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Bastet Santa Muerte

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Kali Ma Kuan Yin

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Bastet - Pile 1

Judgment ☆ 4/Cups ☆ Hanged Man

Bliss • Balance • Gateway

Bastet is speaking today about balance. You are feeling apathetic and stuck and waiting to be liberated. You are being invited to shift perspectives back into balance.

You also pulled the cards of gateway and of bliss, so I see nothing negative. It's simply a moment in time you must accept in order to grow. You will find your bliss, and you will charge through that gateway. You may partake in portal hopping. Just wait until this hanged man period is over before you do.

You are doing excellently, and Bastet is incredibly pleased with your devotion. All is well, my loves. You will come through this. You got this!

Santa Muerte - Pile 2

High Priestess ☆ Queen/Wands ☆ Chariot

Rebirth • Purity • Joy

The Holy Santa Muerta says today to spend more time with her. You are a strong and powerful priestess as well as a queen on earth, and you've been keeping a steady and progressive pace.

You are being invited to cleanse and purify your aura and your space so that you can continue being the badass you are. Joy is what is promised to you when you devote yourself to purity and embrace your rebirth.

You have amazing energy, and everything will work out, even if you're struggling at the moment. So proud of you my lovelies!

Kali Ma - Pile 3

Wheel of Fortune ☆ Ace/Swords ☆ Sun

Revelation • Eternal Light • Spectrum

The Great Kali Ma is speaking to you today about cycles and seasons. You have an intensely deep energy here. You are being offered Eternal Light through a revelation of some kind. You also have a new idea and clarity of thought, which is good because the sun is assured for you. You will succeed.

I'm being told you need to sit in not only spiritual light but also literal light. Go find some sunshine or even a bright room. Keep working your mantras and your prayers. Keep the faith is specifically coming through.

You have a wonderful and intense moody and edgy energy. You are amazingly cool and deserve good things. Keep up your prayers and go sit in some light and you are promised a revelation.

Kuan Yin - Pile 4

9/Wands ☆ 3/Wands ☆ Lovers

Isolation • Rebirth • Wisdom

The Auspicious Kuan Yin is speaking messages of rebirth and love. It seems as if your love life is going through it, but you are persevering and making progress slowly but surely. You may want to isolate or just focus on tasks to be done. However, you are being called to step into your wisdom.

You have already experienced a rebirth. Do not allow anyone to distract you from the hard work you have already achieved. Focus on your loved ones and the partnerships you have already achieved in your life. These relationships are what is going to inspire to keep going. To keep changing and to keep pushing towards your goals.

You have an amazing attitude and work ethic and I'm so proud of how hard you have been working. Kuan Yin is guiding you, so reach out and ask her for guidance and support.

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[flan-tasma]

He didn't love you (Alastor x GN!Reader)

💖~ I think this is the first time I've written for Alastor and it's not that fanon. I don't know, I hope I did well.

I really like the idea of this type of love where they don't really love you, but they have you.

Warning: angst, toxic relationship, Alastor being Alastor | English is not my native language, so if I have made any mistakes in the translation, I am open to corrections | Content in spanish and english!

Spanish:

Imagina a Alastor cuando estaba vivo. Te conoció por azares del destino y no pudo dejarte ir nunca más. No te amaba, no había espacio para un “tú y él” en su corazón, pero tenerte era divertido. Sus palabras serían dulces, cordiales, siempre sabría lo que necesitabas escuchar y te endulzaría el oído para mantenerte a su lado, para que fueras leal como una buena mascota.

Tal vez funcionó, tal vez fuiste su mascota preferida que siempre ladraba cuando él quería y le dabas la pata cuando te lo ordenaba. Probablemente fuiste muy obediente y por eso sintió que te necesitaba aún más. No te amaba, pero sentía la necesidad de llevarte en su bolsillo a todos lados, ponerte un collar que solo él podría quitar cuando ya no te quería. Y eso no pasaría pronto.

Entonces conociste a alguien más, alguien más dulce, sensato y gentil. Alguien realmente gentil, y eso lo mató. Su sonrisa encantadora tembló al verte junto a ese bastardo, sus manos se hicieron puños y su sangre hervía por todo su cuerpo.

Nadie supo lo que ocurrió esa noche, nunca nadie te volvió a encontrar y nunca supieron con quién fuiste. Pero Alastor compartiría ese secreto contigo, esa cena y la despedida definitiva que eran solo suyos, porque definitivamente no serían tuyos. Sintió placer al ver al bastardo triste por tu desaparición, pero ese era el castigo que Alastor eligió para él. Tal vez no estabas tan enamorada de ese hombre entrometido desde el inicio, tal vez tu interés solo fue mera educación y por eso desapareciste sin dejar rastro.

Alastor no lo llamaría un crimen pasional, no te amaba en primer lugar. Pero le pertenecías incluso si no estuviste de acuerdo, eras parte de él aunque no quisieras y él se encargó de ello. Alastor no te amaba, pero prefería verte muerta que siendo la patética mascota de alguien que no fuera él.

English:

Imagine Alastor when he was alive. He met you by chance of fate, and he couldn't let you go anymore. He didn't love you, there was no room for a “you and him” in his heart, but having you was fun. His words would be sweet, cordial, he would always know what you needed to hear and he would sweeten your ear to keep you by his side, so that you would be loyal like a good pet.

Maybe it worked, maybe you were his favorite pet that he always barked when he wanted and you gave him your paw when he told you to. You probably were very obedient and that's why he felt that he needed you even more. He didn't love you, but he felt the need to carry you in his pocket everywhere, put a necklace on you that only he could take off when he no longer wants you. And that wouldn't happen anytime soon.

Then you met someone else, someone sweeter, sensible and gentle. Someone really gentle, and that killed him. His charming smile trembled when he saw you next to that bastard, his hands became fists and his blood boiled throughout his body.

No one knew what happened that night, no one ever found you again and they never knew who you went with. But Alastor would share that secret with you, that dinner and the final goodbye that were only his, because they definitely wouldn't be yours. He took pleasure in seeing the bastard sad over your disappearance, but that was the punishment Alastor chose for him. Maybe you weren't so in love with that meddlesome man from the beginning, maybe your interest was just mere education and that's why you disappeared without a trace.

Alastor wouldn't call it a crime of passion, he didn't love you in the first place. But you belonged to him even if you didn't agree, you were a part of him even if you didn't want to, and he took care of that. Alastor didn't love you, but he'd rather see you dead than let you be the pathetic pet of someone other than him.

#hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #angst #hazbin hotel angst #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin x you #hazbin x y/n

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hiii:) i just read ~what the body wants-part 2~ and i loved it! It was very nice of you to make a part 2:) The shape-shifting, very good idea! I am totally in love with the sex pollen fics, they're always so good;) thank you again! Can't wait to read your next work ❤❤

Heyyy anon!! Thank you so much for your appreciative words 💞 I’m so glad your enjoying the fics! Hope you Enjoy ♥️

What the Body Wants Pt. 3 ~Larissa Weems xFem Teacher!Reader

Link to Part 1 & Part 2

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: fluff, implied smut, kissing, confessions of feelings, implied sex pollen, happy endings, etc.

Enjoy (:

Your eyes fluttered open, and you found yourself in Larissa’s bed. You looked to your side and found the blonde, laying next to you peacefully.

Memories of yesterdays events flooded your mind…

You panicked slightly.

What did this mean about you and Larissa? What if someone found you in her quarters? What if…??

Your thoughts were cut off by Larissa’s movements. Your eyes fluttered back to the stunning blonde. Your gaze met her soft morning eyes.

“Good Morning, Darling…” her hoarse voice spoke.

“Morning…” you stammered.

You both eventually got out of bed, and while she picked out her outfit of the day, you cleaned up the room from last night and put on your clothes, which were scattered across the room. When Larissa came back into the bedroom, you were sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.

“Penny for your thoughts, love…?” She chuckled.

You blinked a couple of times and then looked up at the woman.

“I… what are we…?” You whispered.

Larissa’s gaze faltered at your question and she sighed, sitting down next to you.

“I honestly don’t know, Darling…” she admitted.

Silence took the room. Neither of you looked at the other.

“I…” Larissa spoke out, “I didn’t know I ever wanted you until I was forced to confront it…”

You gulped and blushed slightly. After a few minutes, you spoke up as well,

“Me neither…” you dryly chuckled.

You then felt Larissa’s hand guide your chin to look at her. Her gaze was soft and loving. A tear ran down her eye.

“I’d like to kiss you…” she spoke, her voice faltering slightly.

“I’d like that…” you whispered.

The blonde then connected her lips to yours in a slow and loving kiss. A kiss that spoke a thousand words. You two only pulled away when you had to breathe.

You bit your lip and chuckled slightly. Larissa nudged your shoulder.

“What is it…?” She asked, smiling lightly.

“Marilyn was right…” you chuckled.

At your words, Larissa full on giggled. You looked at her, your heart warming at her state of being.

“Yes, I suppose she was…” the blonde chuckled, kissing your lips once more.

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[malecsecretsanta]

The Malec Secret Santa 2023 Reveal Post 

Ho Ho Ho!

It’s time to conclude the eight edition of the Malec Secret Santa :)

Hope you’ve all had a lovely Christmas and that you’ve enjoyed all the amazing gifts that were posted!

The fantastic @vaguelyrotten, @crankyfossil, & @banesapothecary deserve extra love and gratitude for being wonderful Christmas Angels this year in helping me out to create last minute gifts, making sure no one would be left empty handed this year! Thank you darlings, I really appreciate that you wanted to help me out in a pinch! <333

If you’d like, you can still add your works to the AO3 Collection! Just poke me if you do, and I’ll add the link to the Tumblr gift post as well. You can also repost your gift(s) to your own Tumblrs now, of course :)

That’s all from me in terms of service announcements, hope to see you all again next year! 

-x- Leonie (leetje)

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Are you all ready to find out who your secret santas were? :D

Most of you should know the drill by now. The list is in alphabetical order. 

@aceon-ice made a gift for another-random-stranger - gift here

@another-random-stranger made a gift for gloriouspomelo - gift here

@banesapothecary made a gift for insomniaccoffeebean - gift here

@banesapothecary made a gift for shipnotised - gift here

@cam-ryt made a gift for moonlight-breeze-44 - gift here

@carelessflower made a gift for banesapothecary - gift here

@cheezieball-blog made a gift for schreiberling2021 - gift here

@cinberella made a gift for thatnerdemryn - gift here

@crankyfossil made a gift for dicaculus - gift here

@crankyfossil made a gift for evadne01 - gift here

@decadentwerewolfstrawberry made a gift for nancyloumm - gift here

@dicaculus made a gift for squiggly-lines-on-a-page - gift here

@em1000 made a gift for cheezieball-blog - gift here

@evadne01 made a gift for sweetpeapod - gift here

@forensicsisabelle made a gift for crankyfossil - gift here

@gospi made a gift for i-have-not-slept - gift here

@greentealycheejelly made a gift for kohdono - gift here

@i-have-not-slept made a gift for aceon-ice - gift here

@insomniaccoffeebean made a gift for gospi - gift here

@jamessxcarstairs made a gift for skylar102 - gift here

@justawanderer made a gift for tarlos_spain - gift here

@kaijuusandkryptids made a gift for la-muerta - gift here

@kasper-tag made a gift for greentealycheejelly - gift here

@kohdono made a gift for kasper-tag - gift here

@la-muerta made a gift for carelessflower - gift here

@livinglifebehindthemask made a gift for forensicsisabelle - gift here

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@schreiberling2021 made a gift for em1000 - gift here

@secretphilosopherwitch made a gift for maddummel - gift here

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Go forth and tacklehug your no-longer-secret santa! They definitely deserve some loving!

#malecsanta23 #malec #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters

[foodsies4me]

February Malec fic rec!

Thanking @kalalab for this month's theme which is enemies to lovers! The same rules still apply, about one fic per author, but all of these authors have other brilliant fics you should be reading and if you want to add your own recs in the comments, tags, or reblogs please feel free to do so! 😊

Also, I have tagged the authors whose Tumblr account I know, but if you'd prefer I not tag you, please tell me so! I don't want these to be annoying for the authors.

One-shots:

Rumor Has It by Lecrit: A human AU which is not something I'm generally a fan of, but Lecrit just writes so well that I gobble this up anyway.

Summary:

Magnus widens his eyes at him, silently asking him to just give him this one. Alec simply curves one of his stupidly perfect eyebrows in response, a simple gesture that carries the weight of a call for challenge. “Looks like you’re gonna have to postpone your wedding for now,” Maia giggles next to him. Magnus huffs, flexing his jaw. “Oh, it’s on, Lightwood,” he mouths at him.

Also, because I suck at keeping to my own rules, I'm adding a second fic rec that I maybe love just as much by Lecrit aka the way to a chef's heart. But, in my defense, both fics are great and one is about cooking and baking. I am weak when it comes to food, okay?

Anyway, summary:

After a scorching review on his restaurant in one of the world's most famous food magazines, world class chef Magnus Bane is set on finding the food critic who dared to slander his art and make him change his mind. He doesn't expect someone as stubborn or infuriating as Alec Lightwood

you're the light that i won't let go by oh-la-fraise: Another human AU as well as an Enemies to Lovers with a twist.

Summary:

There were three unspoken rules to the Manhattan Institute of Higher Learning, New York’s premier private K-12 school: 1) Respect that the space under the football bleachers was for sex, and only for sex. 2) Don’t eat the cafeteria meatloaf. 3) Never mention Mr. Bane to Mr. Lightwood or vice versa, unless you wanted the whole class to get extra homework.

careless curses by @alexanderlightweight: I don't know what to say that isn't already stated in the summary except I love it when alexanderlightweight writes dark themes. (Or just writes in general).

Summary:

The Lightwood family has been cursed by death for generations and now, Alec lives with death hovering over him. Sometimes life is the curse and death the reward.

Ten Not-Dates That Magnus Bane Spends Falling In Love with Alec Lightwood by Aria_Lerendeair: Magnus is hilariously done at the start of this fic.

Summary:

Magnus was going to have words with the Clave. They would be decidedly unpleasant words, and they might be accompanied by a few very pointed magic blasts and maybe even curses.  They deserved it. Another Lightwood in charge of the New York Institute?

Multi-chapter fics or series:

All the Costs are Even by tsujiharu: A fic that deserves more love imo, is this Pride and Prejudice retelling. Also, I'm just now realizing that most of these are Human AU's despite me being notorious for generally not liking them, lol.

Summary:

A modern day Pride and Prejudice AU, in which a disgruntled lawyer and an aloof entrepreneur can't seem to get over their pride (and prejudices?) and admit their very obvious attraction to each other.

love is a four-letter word by @la-muerta: Do la-muerta fics need to be recced? Probably not because I suspect most people have read them. Am I still going to to rec them because I love them? Yes! So here is another lovely human AU fic where first impressions maybe aren't what they seem.

Summary:

Magnus knows he's one of the best editors in the business. So when the bigoted director of the publishing house he works for gives their grandson's best friend the promotion Magnus deserved to get, he decides that it's the last straw. Magnus intends to go out with a bang and take his new boss down with him — but he didn't mean for it to happen quite so literally.

Crush On You by @gospi: A FTH fic of 2023 that had me laughing at how salty Alec is about crushing on Magnus. A lot of fun.

Summary:

An ancient, unsuccessful recipe for starting new relationshipsalliances: A dash of rumors. A sprinkle of heritage. A smidgen of jealousy. A dollop of chaotic disasters. A shitload of assumptions. Let it simmer. Enjoy!

My True Love Gave To Me by AlxSteele: Christmas repeats itself endlessly for Magnus and while it's annoying he does end up learning a new side from the awful baked Alec Lightwood. Surprise, he isn't all that awful.

Summary:

Magnus Bane had a plan, a perfect Christmas Eve just like always. Hang out with his friends, bask in the Christmas Spirit. Then everything went wrong. Now he's stuck reliving the same day again and again and again. The bright side? Maybe Alec Lightwood isn't as terrible as Magnus always thought.

A fic that I am sure most people have already read because it is wonderful (which is the reason why I didn't add it last month even though it's a wing fic) is Fall Without Wings by @notcrypticbutcoy. It's a brilliant fic that's all.

Summary:

Or: In which the Nephilim have wings, are taught to loathe Downworlders, and Alec is presented with a conundrum when Magnus Bane saves his life.

#Fic rec #Malec fic rec #I don't know if people actually read this #but these also give me a reason to reread fics #so it's a win either way #also these are a lot fluffier than my previous rec list #which means the next one has to be angsty again #j

[muertawrites]

I Know What Those Stains Are (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: i feel like robin’s face explains it all, really

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: PG-13 references to s*x and dr*gs, Robin being the best worst friend (ilhsm), pure shenanigans, harsh language in the author’s note bc i’m a motherfucking lady and you bitches can’t do shit about it

Author’s Note: this ended up longer than i thought it would but it was worth it tbh. i stg dissociating with eddie munson-colored glasses on is the only thing keeping me sane right now. i’m so fucking depressed. pray for me to finish my masters dissertation and immediately fuck right out of the shithole i’m stuck in to the life i fucking deserve ✌🏻

"Eddie has these... weird stains on his sheets."

Robin stares at you pointedly from the other side of your kitchen island, her lips curled into a tiny, knowing smirk.

Damn her and her privileged security clearance.

Being best friends ("We're soulmates," Robin always insists) means you have a pact - top secret information is kept closely between you, nothing held back or excluded. She'd come out to you before she even came out to her parents because she knew you wouldn't be weird about it. Your relationship is one of pure, unadulterated, platonic adoration, which means everything is safe.

And is exactly why she's pried about your "friendship" (as she refers to it, always with air quotes) with Eddie Munson since the two of you started hanging out a little over a year ago. He fixed your car at a steep discount when it needed emergency service; when you ran into him at one of his shows the following week, you bought him a drink to thank him, and the rest is history.

"I've never been in his room so I wouldn't know," you lie.

Robin laughs.

"You call me from his place once a week," she retorts. "It's a suspicious amount of time to spend with the local pot dealer for someone who freaks out with even the slightest contact high."

"I told you, he's just nice," you groan. "What's so bad about me hanging out with a nice guy? You've seen the guys I usually get caught up with, and you have to admit, Eddie's a huge improvement."

Robin snaps her attention back to you, eyes wide and smile wider as she freezes over the popcorn she's watching on the stove.

"So you admit it," she says. "He's... a guy... and he’s... huge..."

She waggles her eyebrows. You grab a marshmallow from the open pack on the counter and lob it at her, smacking her right between the eyes.

"He's a boy that I'm friends with," you correct her. "That doesn't make him my boyfriend."

"Does this friendship come with a benefits package?"

She gives you bedroom eyes over her shoulder, taunting you. You stare back at her, expressionless.

"You went into an alternate dimension," you comment, "and all you can think to talk to me about are Eddie Munson’s sheets. Unbelievable."

"You also went into that dimension," Robin reminds you. "There's nothing I can say that you haven't already seen. You guys have just gotten a lot closer since we all saved the world together, and I was just... wondering."

She shrugs like it means nothing as she transfers the popcorn from its pan into a bowl, but her cheeky gaze through her lashes at you tells you otherwise.

She totally knows. She's just waiting for you to admit it.

The rumble of an engine outside cuts your conversation short, the familiar clunk of a door slamming shut making your heart leap into your throat. Robin notices the tiny change in your expression, how your eyes light up the moment the van rolls into your driveway, and her smirk grows all the more sinister.

"Prince Charming has arrived," she teases.

You aggressively ignore her as Eddie's heavy footsteps ring down the hall, the man himself appearing moments later. You're thankful when he refrains from kissing you on the cheek, as he usually does the second he’s close enough. 

"Hey!" he greets you both, slapping a large hand on your shoulder in an entirely friendly, totally unromantic display of affection. Robin isn't immune to the way his hand stays there, migrating to the back of your neck, his thumb tenderly stroking at your skin.

"What brings you over, party crasher?" she wonders.

"Oh, just dropping off a mixtape."

He slips the cassette smoothly into your hand, which you cover up with the sleeve of your sweatshirt before Robin has a chance to glimpse what's on the label.

"Mind if I grab a beer?" Eddie asks. "Partake in some popcorn?"

"You're gonna do it anyway, so go crazy," you reply.

He grins sweetly at you, giving your bum an appreciative squeeze below the counter where Robin can't see it.

"Too late!"

He bounds out of the room, disappearing into the living room with a Bud Lite and a fistful of popcorn in his hand. Your “girls only” movie night has just become a “girls only plus Eddie” one. 

The air in the room grows tense. You stand perfectly still, both you and Robin staring each other down, waiting to see who’ll speak first. Her gaze is smoldering, burning into yours with ruthless intention. 

“Didn’t know you guys had an open doors policy,” she finally notes. “It’s all very... interesting.” 

She slowly starts to stalk around the corner of the island, trailing her hand nonchalantly (or what she thinks is nonchalantly) across the countertop. You back up, taking one step for each of hers, knowing exactly what she’s about to do. 

That still doesn’t stop you from shrieking as she jumps you, her hands snatching at the cassette tape now tucked inside your sweatshirt sleeve. 

“Robin, you’re acting totally feral!” you yell, trying in vain to keep her out of your shirt. 

She cackles as she wrestles the little rectangle of plastic from your grasp, shoving her hand into your face to keep you back as you claw at her. Her eyes widen and jaw drops as she reads the label, an incredulous laugh escaping her throat. 

“Songs We’re Gonna Bone To?!” she howls, reading the title aloud. “Oh my god, you guys made a mixtape to have sex to?! I knew it!” 

You cross your arms, pressing your lips harshly together as you glare at her, wishing you could make her head explode. 

“See, this is why I didn’t say anything,” you quip. “... And Eddie made it, not me.” 

Robin’s neck audibly cracks, she turns around so fast. She looks like a seven year old kid who’s just woken up on Christmas morning. 

“What’s on it?” she whispers. 

She’s out the door before you can answer, sprinting down the hall into your bedroom and smacking the tape inside your player so fast she’s little more than a blur. Queen’s Fat Bottomed Girls starts blaring from the speakers, causing a fierce blush to erupt across your cheeks. She slaps the skip button, moving on to KISS’s I Was Made For Lovin’ You, followed by Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me. You bury your face in your hand, entirely unable to meet her gaze as she savors your embarrassment. 

“What a massive cheese ball,” she chuckles. “Is the sex good, though? Like, he’s given you at least one orgasm, right?” 

You’re laying face down on your bed, craving the sweet release of death when Eddie appears in the doorway.

“Why the hell’s everyone screaming?” he questions, frantic. “Did another portal open up? Baby, are you okay?” 

“Aaaaaahhhh he calls you BABY!” Robin shrieks. She doubles over, collapsing to the floor in hysterical laughter.

You sit up, taking one of the pillows off your mattress and chucking it at Eddie. He catches it, just barely, stumbling backward in shock and confusion. 

“Change your fucking sheets, Munson!” 

🌹💀 get your eddie fix 💀🌹

#muerta's works #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x you smut

[wangxianficrecs]

lovers be lost (but love shall not) by la_muerta

lovers be lost (but love shall not)

by la_muerta

T, 13k, Wangxian

Part of the Danmei Diaspora Creatives

Summary: When the Jiang family falls on hard times, they are faced with two choices - have Jiang Yanli marry wealthy asshole Jin Zixun to clear the family's debts, or have Wei Ying marry the youngest son of the equally wealthy Lan family. To save his elder sister from a miserable loveless marriage, Wei Ying agrees to the match. There's just one catch - his prospective husband is already dead. Kay's comments: I really loved this story and it was actually one of the first stories I saw that featured a ghost marriage! The setting especially was just great, I'm very weak for the 1910s era and I loved this exploration of this time period. In which Wei Wuxian gets ghost-married to the recently deceased Lan Wangji, but fear not, there is a happy end for them! There's also a mystery to solve and the Lan estate, which has the most haunted vibes (and may be haunted by Lan Wangji). Excerpt:"Thank you, Uncle Jiang. Actually, this is about my brother, Lan Zhan. I'm afraid he passed away a few days ago," Lan Huan says. Wei Ying is so surprised that he blurts out, "A few days ago? Then why would you want to talk about a wedding now? Um, no offence." "None taken," Lan Huan assures him. "Well, my brother and I are the last remaining members of our family line, and because he is younger than me, I'm not allowed to pay my respects to him. He was only 19, and has no spouse or children who can complete the proper funeral rites for him. I have had to leave his body at the funeral home instead of bringing it here, and after everything he cannot be buried in the family grave with our ancestors because by custom there is nobody who can mourn him, and I just-" Lan Huan takes a deep breath, unable to continue talking. Meng Yao urges his employer to drink his tea, brows furrowed with worry as he murmurs words of comfort. In the silence that follows, Wei Ying fits the pieces of the puzzle together. "Why not offer marriage to a young lady instead? Or ask the temple medium if he knows of any young man or woman who has passed away and whose family might find themselves in a similar predicament?" Jiang Fengman asks carefully. Lan Huan puts down his cup, shaking his head. "My brother would not have been happy about being married to a woman. He had few friends and kept to himself, and I was one of the few people who knew him well, but even I underestimated the depth of his loneliness. If there is indeed an afterlife, I do not wish for him to be lonely in it as well, which is why I wished to meet your foster son before we involved a matchmaker or medium." Lan Huan turns to Wei Ying, addressing him very seriously, "I want to make sure that you understand what is being asked of you." To marry a dead man and go through the mourning rites for him as his widower so that he can be buried in his ancestral grave. To promise to be the companion of this man in the afterlife, a man Wei Ying has never met... or has he?

pov wei wuxian, modern setting, modern with magic, 1910s, case fic, ghosts, ghost lan wangji, arranged marriage, ghost marriage, angst with a happy ending, lan wangji/wei wuxian get a happy ending, @la-muerta

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#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #lovers be lost (but love shall not) #la_muerta #teen #short fic <15k #pov wei wuxian #modern setting #modern with magic #1910s #case fic #ghosts #ghost lan wangji #arranged marriage #ghost marriage #angst with a happy ending #lan wangji/wei wuxian get a happy ending

[freakkofmediciine]

i miss her more than anything

by her i mean my lw self

#muerta mumbles #the only +h1n$p0 that works is my old may/june selfies #i was so fucking gaunt #im all healthy and soft again and i hate it #i want to be a ghost. i want to be skeletal #i want to look sick. like i could be carried

[everythingispirates]

sorry I'm watching through the deleted scenes if you can't tell and actually one that I think we don't talk enough about is the one with jack and elizabeth right before the big climax at isla de muerta like holy shit it really feels like the basis for how their dynamic looks in the following movies. like jack openly (by jack standards) admitting he admires her for being ruthless, elizabeth being one of the few people to actually acknowledge jack as genuinely smart and ofc jack ending by calling them similar. like it doesn't feel like setup, more like a sort of mini conclusion for their character dynamic in this movie but like it does work super well as setup if you choose to view it that way imo

#pirates of the caribbean #jack sparrow #elizabeth swann

[tzthrowbacks]

In Spanish we would call Art a "mosquita muerta" (dead fly) or a person that seems to be harmless but when you dig underneath they are also doing some manipulative stuff. Art seems to be just a loving husband and father that has worked very hard to bring his family wealth and acclaim and then gets cheated on by his controlling wife. People don't see how he was waiting for his bestie to fuck up to get with his besties' ex that he had fancied since the beginning. They don't see how he pressured Tashi to coach him and then marry him even though Tashi initially declined. They don't know he has sexual performance issues and never sexually satisfied his wife and has never tried to address the problem or think about how it might affect his wife. He wants his wife to retire with him and do nothing for the rest of their lives even though she needs to be active in competitive tennis in some capacity to feel alive. Art is an undercover manipulator that would get pity because the other 2 are overt manipulators

thanks for the breakdown! oh i feel like i'm about to hate his character with a passion, they are the worst kind

in the same genre, i'll give you tom scavo, acting all innocent when he's arguably the worst husband in tv history

#mosquita muerta lmao that's funny

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Mommy… I need you… pleaseeee. My fingers won’t work.. it’s starting to hurt. Mommy please…

-🐋

Oh Darling, you sound so good when you’re desperate… Come here, sweetheart, let mommy help you… <3 Mommy wants to bend you over and finger your sweet pussy, Baby… While I whisper the naughtiest things in your ear… Would you like that…?

This post is about w/w sex. Men dni.

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