#speakeasy to me

[inkedberries]

npcs somewhere in the capital, circa 1920

Andrey is an owner of an edgy underground club and architecture is his hobby whereas Peter is an artist the Kains commission frequently and alcohol is his hobby.

[thegreatgatslin]

Hiiiii, could i get a margarita followed by a martini? i'm drinking with rin tonight ♡

𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 - 𝐑. 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

he wants all his teammates to know just how good he fucks you.

tags/cw: afab!reader, pro soccer player!rin, semi-public sex, dacryphilia, slight degradation if you squint || wc: 549

for 𝐋𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 (𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓) read the menu and put in your order asap - we're closing very soon!

you shouldn’t have come to watch your boyfriend play.

you also probably shouldn’t have chatted with his popular opponent yoichi isagi before the match, or put your hand on his arm as you laughed along with him. and you definitely shouldn’t have tried to cheer rin up after his team narrowly lost to isagi’s 3-2.

you should not have done all that.

and now, you’re getting punished for it.

what a sight you are, to rin at least. teary, half-lidded eyes and mussed-up hair, shorts around your ankles, lacy underwear pulled to the side in a hurry - and the pxg jersey you wear. the metal locker door rattling with every thrust, your body shaking with pleasure as you try to balance on one leg.

you feel dirty. fucking in the pxg locker room where anyone could catch you - rin’s team manager, shidou, and god forbid it be charles, who’s only seventeen and, being charles, probably doesn’t even know what sex is. 

but you feel too good, in this moment, to care about that.

rin looks down at where the two of you are connected, where his cock disappears into you, and hikes your leg up higher to hit that sweet spot inside of you amidst your cries of too much, can’t take it anymore. 

he groans, burying his face in the crook of your neck. for a moment he feels bad for you, wants to spoil you how he usually does. lay you down on a comfortable surface, part your thighs gently and fuck you slow and deep, swallowing up your moans with his all-consuming kisses. but no, he tells himself, steeling his resolve, this is what you deserve.

he slows suddenly, tearing you away from the promise of a delicious climax, you squirm, whining, trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock, but he hold your hips down against cool metal, nipping at your clavicle as he moves his hips at a snail’s pace.

“learnt your lesson?” he murmurs breathily, lips brushing your ear. “who do you belong to, hm, baby?”

“you!” you cry out desperately, voice hoarse. “o-only you, rin -”

“whose name are you wearing on your back?”

“yours!” you wail, clawing at his bare, muscled shoulders, and you scream as he bottoms out in you once again, immediately setting a punishing pace.

he’s panting now, chasing his high as desperately as you are. “wanna cum all over this cock, let them hear what a slut you are for me?”

and your frantic nods and mindlessly repeated mhms must be a good enough indication for your boyfriend, as he brings one of his hands down to furiously rub at your swollen clit, nearly making your knees buckle.

“cum for me,” he groans, and you do, throwing your head back against the locker door as you squirt all over him, soaking the hem of his number 9 jersey - both his and the one you wear. you coo at the feeling of warmth spilling into you, and lean into his kiss. it’s tender as ever now, now that he’s let all that anger out.

but then there’s a loud banging at the door, and a voice that is unmistakably shidou’s -

“hey, rin-rin, that was pretty hot, but can you fuck your ‘baby’ someplace else in the future?”

you groan.

a/n: i wrote this in one sitting i think i have problems (this is the FIRST request im so excited to get to my moots' requests)

© thegreatgatslin || ✦ M.LIST ✦

[wienners]

"dude its not that embarassing to rewatch some creepypasta stuff you liked as a teenager" the character i imprinted on like a baby duck at 16 was a demon from new jersey that acts like the humanization of every offspring song and canonically listens to scissor sisters. His favorite color is purple and his favorite pokemon are gengar and haunter. His favorite candy is reeses cups. He leaves people notes with emojis on them. He acts like a beetlejuice scare actor at halloween horror nights. His catchphrase is "feeling sassy?" Hes (allegedly) worked with every war criminal throughout history and been every serial killer. even the gay ones. He ate a baby. His animal motif is a rabbit. Hes kind of based off the donnie darko rabbit. He almost exclusively wears merchandise of the quentin tarantino movie death proof. He talks to his cats in a baby voice. He wears a white fedora that makes every video he wears it in feel dated by like 7 years. Hes 5'3. Sometimes he barks like a dog. Hes from new jersey. He hacked a girls tumblr blog so he could post about how awesome he is. He added a laugh track over a video of him killing people. He named a chainsaw rex. He torments people by playing frank sinatra at them. His name comes from an animal collective song. His creator drew his "true form" as a giant buff wolf bug anthro. Theres a (semi)canon blog entry where he makes the speakers blare rob zombie before he enters a room, then holds a guy at gunpoint to describe what he did to to him while "making sure to leave in all the cool parts". The guy hes possessing has radioactive blood. He tried for 2 whole minutes to pick up a bottle of ketchup with a grabby hand. Hes kind of suicidal.He can be reasonably compared to pretty much every major tumblr sexyman. His actor has gone on record saying heath ledgers joker inspired his acting choices. His creators were too attached to him to permanently kill him at the end of the series. Sometimes his voice gets distorted and it makes him sound like bill ciphers first year on HRT. Hes basically like my artistic muse. For some fucking reason i associate the song cake by the ocean with him. I firmly believe that if everymanhybrid didn't require a masters degree in creepypasta autism to comprehend, he would've caused more teenage stabbings than the slenderman incident and more kin war tumblr scenarios than nagito komaeda.

[ludinusdaleth]

"You feel a wave of powerful arcane might hiding this place. This grotto of poetry and beauty and passion, unfolding in the heart of brutalist Aeor."

-Critical Role Campaign 3, Episode 100, "Downfall Part Two"

[fish-popsicle]

Sage, owner of the Hidden Oasis speakeasy, famed sandwing animus.

Hidden Oasis is the first of its kind seen on Pyrrhia, created by Sage at his birthplace in order to have a headquarters for his real business, enchanting. His main dealings involve animus-touching items, typically jewelry, for incredibly stark prices. He has two main dragons to help him with this, a hybrid bodyguard and a nightwing who does… everything else. They all seem to hate each other though, moons knows why they still stick around.

Sage has a lot of mystery surrounding him. Despite being incredibly self centered he rarely speaks of his past to the public. His biggest mystery would have to be the effects his magic has on him. Sage’s animus magic has somehow rendered him both mentally and physically deteriorated. He’s gone scaleless, and odd spikes have grown from his limbs, among other things. It’s clear to see that Sage has gotten his powers through means other than birth, and that has cursed him greatly.

Other than the dreamescape guys, sage is by far one of my favorite ocs. I’ve had him since middle school and he hasn’t left my head since

EDIT MAR 9 2025: i forgot like two details on the drawing and it was pissing me off so i fixed it lmao

[s4no]

the act of lighting somebody else's cigarette is sooooooo

[v-poreons]

I must share more Blue Velvet content anyways here's a cooldown doodle of the siblings being happy bc I love them so very much. Speakeasy is shorter than literally every important troll in her life I think that's pretty funny

[undead-knick-knack]

[louisetaylor]

Hadestown fanfic idea that lives in my brain

Eurydice somehow finds out that Mr. Hermes has been singing the song, retelling their story, for a very long time.

"How long? How long? How long?!"

"Don't ask where, brother, don't ask when." And every time, it ends up being a tragedy.

"Every time you sing the song, you rely on Orpheus to save us all?" she asks Mr. Hermes. "You play the game by Hades' rules and wait for us to fail again?"

"It's a test," he tells her. "It's a trial."

"And I fail the test by doubting that we could survive the winter alone? I fail by selling my life to Hades to survive? Orpheus fails by doubting that I'd follow him out of hell? We all fail by not having enough hope?"

"Yes," says Mr. Hermes. "The dog you've really gotta dread is the one that howls inside your head. It's him whose howling drives men mad and a mind to its undoing. I sing those lines to warn him every time."

"So we're damned by being afraid of starving? Afraid of being alone? Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Hades, but we can't all be gods. You don't understand what it's like to be human. To need another chance."

"I fail every time I sing the song," Hermes says quietly. "Every time."

"Give me another chance," she tells him. "Let me tell the story this time. Just once. Wait for me."

"I will."

You see, unlike Orpheus, Eurydice could stand to be alone. She was no stranger to the cold, no stranger to the dark. Orpheus once made her see how the world could be, in spite of the way that it is.

She still has plenty of spite.

After Hermes' song ends, the workers gather in Persephone's speakeasy deep in the concrete heart of Hadestown and pour one out for Orpheus, wherever he is now. Eurydice finds her broken voice and says, in a voice cracked from crying, "Anybody got a match?"

Flick. The flame scrapes roughly into life in her hand, lighting her face from below and flickering in her eyes. Her face is young but set into the hard lines of someone old before their time. Her black eyes catch the flame like coals. The others are drawn to her. Orpheus could make you see how the world could be, but Eurydice knows how it is. And she's not going to put up with it anymore.

She hates being nameless on the assembly line, but...she likes Hadestown. She likes the bright lights, the heat, the smell of smoke. She'd like to keep it. They all have to go back to work on the wall tomorrow, but there's a hammer in her hand...

...and there's a crack in the wall.

[wienners]

my saw 4 summary

[girltakovic]

2025 voted worst year for italian american job seekers in chicago. a hundred years ago i could've been set loose with a crowbar and a zoot suit and been able to live comfortably but today i have to apply to work at fucking target

[kiwibirdlafayette]

k imagine. ur on pirates SMP and this silly mf shows up to invite to you his little pirate food n drink hangout called dine-at-night or something idk

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

Tugger: Is anyone here allergic to sex, because I’m about to fuck shit up.

[sirensea14]

Hehe, bendy from @midnightfire830's Speakeasy au (the numbers are a nightmare thus i shielded him in a border XD)

[wienners]

[sachermorte]

💐

Oh my, someone seems to have delivered a bouquet into my dressing room. There's not even a note or anything. How mysterious!