#Crash Vaughan

[tapeworrmart]

"The scars formed a mould waiting for my fingers"

[canonbaptism]

24.01.24 Smooch

[jimmyspades]

Cronenberg, Crash (1996) // Caravaggio, “The Entombment of Christ” (1603)

[escapismthroughfilm]

#190

[avatarchai]

They should be lovers

[23rdboy]

yeah!

Crash - J. G. Ballard

[critterwiki]

[helpmysoultheeggladsarecoming]

I was giggling while drawing this they look so silly wtf

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Stevie Ray Vaughan - Crossfire

[angel-of-filth333]

Mini comic of their first meeting :> !! Wanted to experiment with making a loose and messy comic <3

[tapeworrmart]

Reopening old wounds 🩸

[amrass]

Fanfiction updates and excerpts 01.05.25

Hello! I hope everyone's transition into the new year is going alright. Mine is going okay, still playing Silent Hill 2 Remastered and adoring it. I've decided to try to slow down a bit on writing & uploads. In short, this means 2-3 oneshots or chapters a month instead of 4.

Coming up in the next weeks are one Joe/Micah fic for Red Dead Redemption, two Jim/Curly (one of which also has Curly & Anya) for Mouthwashing, and a rarepair crossover Vaughan/Alexia smut fic for the movies Crash and Titane. Explicit excerpts after the cut. Lots of dubcon with noncon elements. Consider yourself warned.

Blood Promise (Red Dead Redemption, Joe/Micah, dubious consent, internalized homophobia, obsession, evil caretaking set after the low honor ending of RDR2)

At least the bruises shaped like Morgan's knuckles are gone. Joe had loathed them. No one gets to touch like this Micah but him. No one gets to smear prickly pear oil across the scabs of the knife wounds. No one gets to reach a little higher to find him fully hard.

Gotcha.

"Don't." It's a rasp, barely audible. "Ain't boys no more."

"I know."

"And I ain't queer."

"Of course not," Joe says, frowning deeply, because while this has something to do with boyhood, this has nothing to do with queerness. This is natural, always has been, his hand tightening around Micah's hardness until he ceases to pull away. "I can tell you're frustrated, boss. I could get a whore to come up here, but with the way women babble, the law could come knocking. Just relax."

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I'll Cut Off My Right Hand and Stand in Your Shadow (Mouthwashing, Jimmy/Curly, dubious consent, Jimmy is hiding in a closet and watches Curly's ass get wrecked by a random student and he has a lot of violent feelings about it)

Jimmy's hand moved on its own, wrapping the cloth around him and using it as a sleeve. Silicone or even skin would have been more comfortable, but it was nice, because it was Curly's. Besides, donating a pair of shorts was the least he could've done for making Jimmy endure seeing this shit.

Enduring his perfection, writhing underneath the foreign weight, opening up for it. Enduring their differences, because Jimmy would never let himself get treated like this, taking it, sweat dripping off his muscles. Jimmy wondered how tight his little asshole was, whether or not it was strained around the intrusion, clenching prettily, struggling deftly, so perfect in his ruin, his wreck of a friend.

"Can you lay down on your back?" Swimmer asked, ruining the illusion, also with how he slipped out and started pulling at Curly's thighs. "I wanna see your face when I fuck you."

"Sure," Curly exhaled, ever the pliant partner, swallowing down his noises as Swimmer pulled out, getting on his back.

"Good boy," Jimmy whispered, as if it was him Curly submitted to.  

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Triple Sun part 2 of 3 (Mouthwashing, mostly gen fic with some Jimcurly that deals with the Tulpar Disaster from Curly's POV)

He hoped that he lifted some of Anya's burden, though he probably didn't.

"Did something happen?" she asked him during the day. "Is the pain worse than usual?"

No, he motioned to her and wished he had lips to cover his skeletal grin. 

"She thinks I'm the devil," Jimmy told him at night. "But I'm not, not really. Quite the opposite."

Curly made no response at all except to stare.

Jimmy was so close now, on all fours above Curly on the bed, face inches above his, lips moving. Mumbling to himself. Looking into Curly's eye like he could wrench it open and put himself inside, crawl through him, fill out his body and become who he used to be. 

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Triple Sun part 3 of 3 (same as above)

"I tried not to think about it, but partying wasn't fun anymore," Anya continued. "I was only studying. I still ... went out with some guys, and it was fine. I kind of used it as evidence that everything was fine. Because I wasn't like, afraid of ... you know. Those things. But I kept flunking the entrance exam. Again and again. Every time I just froze. Couldn't think of a single answer. But as soon as I was home, I knew every damn answer easily as nothing. Oh. Sorry for cursing."

"Don't be," Curly croaked, feeling light-headed.

"I filed a police report six years after the incident. They investigated it, but found no suspects. There wasn't much evidence either. Whenever I meet that old friend group who'd been contacted by the police and were doctors by now, they give me these long pitying looks. I ... The experience taught me that if it ever happened again, I'd need to be quicker. But ... I ... It's not been two years this time, but I still waited. It's been a few weeks. But I'm doing it. I'm doing it right now."

Finally, Anya met Curly's eyes, dark like the night screen above them.

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Valve (Crossover between Crash and Titane, Vaughan/Alexia, evil bisexual car fetishists doing it to death, sex on top of a car, sex work, language barrier, consensual but not safe or sane)

"80 kilomètres," Justine screams. "Ça va? Alexia, ça va? 

"Oui, j'ai compris ! Oughhh, tu m'énerves, toi et lui tous les deux..."

"Cute," Vaughan sneers, then pushes his hips up – the way his legs creak from the strain lost in the sounds of the motor and the wind – to make Alexia focus on what he's paying her for. Her attention snaps back to him if the way she snaps her strong hips is an indicator, riding him with intent. The squelches are loud. More motor oil covers his thighs and the creased up folds of his jeans and her tiny fucking shorts. He would've liked to grab her ass, squeeze her like her fishnet stockings did in her online videos, girlish and boyish at the same time. Her cunt is hot and tight, but her gaze is made of ice, which will shatter as they plunge into a grande mort in the upcoming crash.

(Hopefully, I'll see you around! 🖤😎)

[jimmyspades]

CRASH (1996)

[auburngods]

Nightmare Angel is a 1986 short avant-garde film based on J.G. Ballard's novel "Crash" starring Bill Moseley as what basically is the equivalent of Vaughan's character. It's a very good and sexy adaptation but I was disappointed by the lack of gay sex so I HAD TO FIX IT. I love Ballard's obsession with Vaughan in the book, I think it's one of the best depiction of homoerotic desire. Anyway, you can watch the short on Vimeo, it's sooo good if you're into experimental cinema.

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[chaotictomtom]

the way i thought abt sickboy a big weird amount (i mean the trainspottign guys in general) (specifically begbie.......i've got a lot of thoughts abt that bastard man...... Robert C is so good omg) and like the day after bleached blonde phil got revealed

[nikoteravainen]