#I'm a little crossfaded | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

hairmetal666 · 4 months ago

Text

"Is this always how they act?" Jonathan asks. He has to lean close and yell a little for Robin to hear him over the noise of the house party.

"Yup," she says.

She, Jonathan, and Argyle continue to stare at Eddie, sitting in an easy chair, Steve perched happily on his lap. Eddie has a whole bowl of bbq Lay's, and Steve will lean back for a chip, which Eddie feeds him with a smile.

"And they're definitely not dating?" Argyle asks when Steve leans back to whisper in Eddie's ear, mouth pressed close. It's deeply gratifying that they just got in from California and already they see it.

"Steve says no."

"You think he's lying?" Jonathan asks.

"I think he doesn't realize he likes Eddie yet."

Eddie tugs at Steve's hair, and Steve turns back, gives him a smile that's so intimate Robin can't stare directly at it. Instead, she turns to her friends, but Argyle is still watching Eddie and Steve. He's drumming his fingers against his chin, expression what Robin could only call mischievous.

"What are you planning?" Jonathan asks.

"Just helping some bros find true love."

Jonathan looks mildly concerned but before he can say anything, Nancy makes her appearance. And they're something, becoming something, and she cares about Eddie and Steve getting their shit together, but Nancy is smiling and she's so, so pretty. It's easy to get lost in the blue of her eyes and the sweep of her hair and forget about everything else.

---

A few hours later and they're all sitting around a coffee table in the basement, just the six of them. It's sort of funny, she thinks, how it always ends up being the six of them.

They're crossfaded already, but that hasn't stopped Eddie and Argyle from lighting another joint. Her thoughts have gone light and floaty, all that's holding her to earth the press Steve's leg and Nancy's hand against hers.

Argyle is sort of monologuing and she doesn't think any of them are paying much mind, but then he stops mid-sentence, grips Jonathan's shoulder tight enough that his knuckles go white. "Dudes. What if we played Truth or Dare?"

Nancy snorts. "Not on your life."

"I don't think I can move?" She says. She leans into Steve, sighing with contentment.

"I, for one, would love to see Buckley complete a dare," Eddie says.

She sticks her tongue out at him. "I've done plenty. Band kid, remember?"

"Ugh, curse the horny trumpeters." Eddie slumps on the coffee table in defeat.

"I'll have you know, they were very wholesome games."

Steve squints at her. "Wasn't there an orgy in someone's pool?"

She sniffs, looks away instead of answering, which makes everyone laugh.

"Speaking of sex," Argyle says. "No one catch your eye tonight, Harrington?"

"Wasn't really looking."

"That's new," Jonathan says.

Steve laughs. "I'm tired of hooking up."

He's told her that too, countless times. She thinks the real reason he hasn't dated in months is sitting right next to him, drumming his fingers on the coffee table.

"Maybe you've just lost your touch," Argyle says.

"I have not!" Steve clutches a hand over his heart. "If I wanted to, I could pull any girl upstairs."

"C'mon, my dude, no way you're that good."

"I was!" He looks to Robin, Nancy, Jonathan. "I was, back me up!"

"I don't know, Scoops wasn't your best work," she says.

"No, no, we said Scoops doesn't count! It was the hat. The outfit! I did fine after!"

"I happened to think the sailor costume was very cute," Eddie says.

"Thank you," Steve preens. He shifts away from her to lean into Eddie, who grins.

"I don't think we can trust Eddie's judgement here," Nancy says.

Steve points at her. "Yes, and I remember you being totally uninterested."

She squeaks in indignation, Robin smothering her own giggles behind her hand. "It was--it was hormones!"

"Yeah, very uninterested in me." Jonathan chimes in. There's a little second where no one reacts--the fact that Nancy was technically still with Steve when that happened ringing unspoken between them--before Nancy and Steve start to giggle.

"I've hooked up with everyone I've ever tried to," Argyle chimes in, nonchalant.

"No way," the whole group says.

"I've got the touch."

"C'mon, that literally can't be true just by like...stats," Steve says.

"Don't know what to tell you, my dude." Argyle's smile is smug. "I'm really good."

"You're just jealous," she tells him. She nudges his shoulder so he knows she's joking.

"No! Jealousy has nothing to do with it."

They erupt at that, calling out the obvious lie.

"I'm not upset!" Steve shouts over them. "I'm just saying, it didn't happen. Sorry, Argyle. You have bizzaro charm, but there's no way it has a 100% success rate."

"Sounds like jealousy to me, Stevie." Eddie cocks his head with a smirk.

"Harrington, you're so cute when you're competitive," Argyle says. "Anyway, it worked on--"

"Don't say Jonathan," Nancy, Steve, and Robin all say.

"Hey! Why not me?'

"Well, it's just--" Nancy waves her hand in the air. "You're. I mean. It's not hard."

Jonathan groans, hides his face in his hands as they laugh.

"I'll prove it to you," Argyle says to Steve. "100% success rate."

"What?"

"I'm going to seduce you."

"Oh, shit," she says.

She knows what's going to happen even before Steve puts his hands on his hips, awkwardly cause they're sitting, cocks an eyebrow, and says, "Okay."

Eddie grumbles something she can't make out, but Steve shakes his head, laughs. "Nah, it's just for fun, right?"

"Until it works." Argyle tosses his hair.

Steve rolls his eyes. "Gimme your best shot."

They rearrange around the table, Eddie and Argyle swapping places.

Everyone is quiet for a second, Steve reaches for his drink. "You got great hands, Harrington," Argyle says.

"I--oh, what?" Steve splutters. He goes a little pink, and Robin thinks it's the first time she's seen him this flustered by a compliment.

"Yeah." Argyle takes his hand, traces along his palm and knuckles. "Big. Strong. Like you could really take care of someone."

Eddie kicks the table, sending it rocking, scattering empty cups and chip bags. Steve is crimson, totally oblivious to Eddie's flailing.

"Thanks," he mumbles. He doesn't pull his hand away. Robin, everyone, is riveted.

"No one's ever told you that?"

"No. No one."

"That's too bad. It's probably all about your hair and your eyes and your body."

Steve smiles and it's one she recognizes, flirty and a little wicked. "You noticed my body?"

Argyle laughs. "Oh, c'mon, you know everyone notices that."

"Would you believe it if I told you I don't get enough compliments?"

"Not on your life."

Steve leans into him, giggles. "Well, worth a shot, right?"

"Always. You wanna know the first thing I noticed about you?"

"Ass, right?"

"It was how much you love your friends but you hide it behind a facade of disapproval. Made me think maybe you weren't used to the love you want to give being reciprocated."

They're all locked in on Argyle and Steve, but she notices Eddie flinch, move like he's about to stand, Nancy reaching out to stop him. She thinks, then, for the first time, that maybe this is mean to him. He doesn't know it's not real.

"Oh," Steve says. His voice breaks, a little, and her heart breaks for him. "I--oh."

"Your ass was the second thing I noticed," Argyle quips and the tension around the table breaks, Steve giggling.

With smooth confidence she never would have expected him to possess, Argyle cards his fingers through Steve's hair. "Just had to touch it for myself." His voice is soft.

"That all you want to touch?"

Argyle grins. "Not even a little bit."

She watches, stunned, as Steve leans in, face almost touching Argyle's. Eddie makes a noise, a pained cough, and Steve leaps to his feet.

"I can't kiss you!" He half-yells, stumbling.

"And why not?" Argyle asks. He's got a wild smile on his face.

"I'm in love with Eddie!" Steve's eyes are wide, panicked.

"I'm sorry," Steve says to him. "Eddie, I--"

But before he can get the words out, Eddie's climbing over the coffee table, sending drinks and snacks flying, the calls for him to get down ignored as he trips into Steve's arms.

"You love me?" Eddie asks.

"I'm sorry I couldn't say it before. I--got in my head about it and I--I hoped it didn't seem like I was leading you on because my words kept getting stuck, and--"

"Sweetheart." Eddie stops him. "I--" He breaks off, notices that the rest of them are raptly listening to the confession. "Do you want to go somewhere we can talk?"

They disappear upstairs, and she turns to Argyle in awe. "I can't believe that actually worked."

"What can I say, I'm a miracle worker. Are there more Doritos?"

---

Early in the morning, they're piled in Nancy's station wagon, Jonathan driving them home. She and Nancy are in the middle seat, Steve and Eddie in the back. Steve's curled against him, face pressed to his neck, hidden by a cloud of hair. She wants to ask what happened, how their conversation went, if they're official and how long Steve's known he's in love, but Nancy moves closer, head dropping to Robin's shoulder. Their fingers entwine and Robin closes her eyes, smiles.

"Tomorrow?" Nancy asks.

She nods. "Tomorrow."

1K notes · View notes

ohmybueckers · 4 months ago

Text

big ole freak - paige bueckers x reader

Summary: you're Paige's sneaky link and have her absolutely wrapped around your finger

Themes & Warnings: kinda sub Paige, driving while intoxicated (this is NOT an endorsement please do NOT do this), car sex, light choking kink, strap-on sex, oral sex, slight degradation, maybe one line of breeding kink, filth, like actual filth (with like a little bit of fluff at the end)

Author's Note: inspired by big ole freak by my mother megan thee stallion y'all i've had this idea brewing for a month so glad it's finally out in the world. special shoutout to my uconn hot girl twin @sierrale8ne and all the other hotties out there. In the wise words of meg... "your honor, i'm a freak bitch." happy reading <3

“He hit my phone with a horse

So I know that mean come over and ride it”

Wednesday nights were hit or miss at UConn - either you loaded all of your courses on Monday and Wednesday and had the night to chill, or you were prepping for a horrendous end to your week. You were in the former category, deciding to attend a party hosted by a friend of a friend you hardly knew - labelled a “wine Wednesday” party to anyone who asked why the fuck anyone would throw on a weeknight that wasn’t Thursday.

You maybe made it through one glass of cheap rose before your night evolved how most nights ended up in the not-so-bustling town of Storrs, Connecticut: sitting out by the fire pit of the beaten down rental house with your friends in a circle, passing a joint around and talking shit (about professors, exes, parents… no one was off limits in the rotation) under the glow of some poorly strung lights.

Though you hadn’t touched another glass since your first inhale, knowing that you were not risking getting crossfaded tonight, it didn’t help much. You always seemed to forget that weed and parties did not mix well for you. Every sound felt heightened yet muffled at the same time, from the bass of the music to the conversation your friends were having around you. Your skin burned, heat flooding down your back in a way that almost made you squirm.

You needed an out, and soon.

Your savior came in the form of two buzzes in quick succession from your phone on your lap. Though you typically aimed at staying present when surrounded by others, you ruled this as a worthy exception. You lifted it, immediately shifting it away from your friends’ view as you read the texts from the all too familiar contact.

Paige: wyd rn?

Paige: wanna see you tonight pretty girl

“Nobody know, I fuck with him on the low”

If you told the version of yourself two months ago that you would end up fucking Paige Bueckers, she would have laughed in your face. It was no secret to anyone in your friend group, many of whom had come in close contact with UConn athletes, that she had an extensive history, none of them sticking around for longer than a couple of nights. You refused to be yet another victim to community dick (in this case, community strap). Maybe you would be a little less put off by the idea of getting with someone with a reputation like Paige if she wasn’t so cocky about it, like she got off on the idea that girls were obsessed with her.

And then the two of you met on a night out at Ted’s, where she insisted on buying your drink (you told your friends afterwards that you let her for economical reasons). You attempted to stick with your friends that night, tired of your past filled with messy hookups that never led anywhere, but of course they all decided to mingle with the basketball team. Meaning Paige had the rest of the night to throw looks your way, practically eye fucking you. You hated to admit it, but you understood why girls were into Paige beyond aesthetic reasons: she was incredibly witty, quick to poke gentle fun at her friends while also making jokes about herself. Though it was clear in the few times she brought it up she loved what she did, it didn’t feel like the entire conversation revolved around her being a basketball star. And you couldn’t deny the way her gaze made you feel, like you were the only person there. And you hated it.

When you allowed Paige to put her number in your phone, you would also insist that it was due to bragging rights and had no intention of contacting her again. And when you texted her that night with just your name, you almost convinced yourself it was just the polite thing to do.

The two of you texted frequently throughout the week, with some time between messages due to her busy practice schedule and your insistence on not seeming like an overly obsessed groupie. You didn’t need to fuel her ego, no matter how much her attempts at flirting caused an ache between your thighs and how many times you’ve resorted to nights alone in your room, a chorus of moans filling the space as images of blue eyes and toned arms overwhelm you. Sure, you wanted to fuck her. But one thing you knew: if it was happening, it was happening under your terms.

It finally did around a week later, after a great afternoon showing for the Huskies in Gampel Pavilion. You stood in the student section, watching her light up the court in ways very few people could. The crowd was electric with every assist she made to Azzi, every time she made a clean three point shot, and with every effort she made to hype up the crowd. She truly was in her element. you would be lying if you said it didn’t tempt you.

Still buzzed from your tailgate beforehand, you texted her to say congratulations, to which she responded with a trademark Paige Bueckers flirty comment. It was certainly not the first time she had attempted this with you, so you weren’t sure why this time was any different. Maybe it was the liquid courage, but before you could think twice, you replied.

“want me to show you how winners get treated?”

That’s how you ended the night tangled in Paige’s sheets and long, strong limbs. Basking in your post orgasm glow knowing that throughout the entire exchange you were in control, even when you were receiving. For the first time in a long, long time, a hookup felt good.

You and Paige continued texting, this time more frequently. You were fully expecting Paige to be the type to hit it and quit it, as she had done many times before, but having a taste of you just seemed to make her want you more. And yet you never told your friends about any of it. Not because you were ashamed or anything, but because you knew it wouldn’t go anywhere. It almost never did with athletes, even ones that kiss your forehead and text you good morning every day. Though you were fully expecting it to end at some point, you really didn’t want to deal with your friends making it a huge deal. Even if there was a little part of you, a voice in your head you did everything to silence, that told you maybe you didn’t want her to go.

“We never show up together but I text him when I'm ready to go”

A half assed excuse left your lips as you walked away from the couch circle and closer to the trees, far enough away so nobody would hear when you pressed an all too familiar contact and made the call. The phone hardly needed to ring one time before her end of the line was overwhelmed by a cacophony of loud voices. Unless your ears were deceiving you, you swore you could hear KK scream “liar!” at someone

“Hey pretty gir- aye! Be quiet one moment!” Her attempt at being quiet quickly escalated to a yell, presumably at one of her teammates, before returning to your conversation with an apologetic tone, “Sorry, I’m at Aubrey’s.”

Why the UConn girls were seemingly partying on a Wednesday night was beyond your comprehension, but it was honestly the last thing on your mind in that moment. “‘Wanna see you tonight’, huh? Tryin to ditch your teammates?”

“They’re all too invested in Mario Party to care. Besides,” She paused, her voice getting quieter (and unless you were hearing things wrong, more vulnerable), “It’s worth it for you.”

You knew what you wanted, and boy you were going to get it. With a sickly sweet grin you asked, “Pick me up in ten?”

“I had a couple of shots at the bar

I'm finna play with that dick in the car"

You knew the second you shut the door to Paige’s car and kissed her that she had been drinking that night, the presence of liquor on her lips. You would be so ready to scold her for driving under the influence, tell her she should not play with her life like that, if you weren’t also just appreciative for any out you could get. Besides, as long as she was telling the truth, she was only a couple shots deep. The weed in your system had dulled down at this point, and instead of feeling overwhelmed from the noise around you, you were overwhelmed by the urge to have Paige the way you wanted to. especially with how she looked now, glasses on and hair thrown into a messy ponytail, silver chain accessorizing her sweat set. God, you didn’t even know if you could make it to her bed.

“This new?” She asks about two minutes into the twelve minute drive, gesturing to your top. It was an old one, found in the bottom of one of your bins of clothes while you were searching for a going out top that would allow you to put off doing laundry for another day. It worked well enough - a simple crop top with a flattering neckline. “Looks really good.”

“Nah, kept it from freshman year,” You replied, head braced by your arm against the side of the car staring at the girl next to you. Paige had a grip on her steering wheel, eyes focused on the practically empty roads leading to her apartment. A part of you was very thankful she was being cautious given the circumstances. But another part of you, a more sinister voice, wanted to try something.

Your manicured hands traced up your torso, your own touch nearly making you gasp. Damn, you really were that desperate. Your nails played with the hem of your shirt, gently pulling it up towards your breasts as the air conditioning hit more and more of your skin. “This is new though.”

Paige hit a red light, making a confused sound before her eyes met yours. They didn’t stay there long before trailing down, past your neck and to the bra that currently had your tits pushed to the sky, one hand reaching around to cup one as you licked your lips. Your top could hardly be considered one anymore, pooled at your collarbone as you continued touching yourself. You maintained your gaze, looking at the blonde like she was prey as her tongue met her cheek inside her mouth, a loud swallow going down her throat.

When she finally spoke, it was a breathless chuckle that revealed just what kind of effect you had on her as she shook her head. “You’re something else.”

The green light flashed into the car, prompting her to return her gaze back to the road and press on the gas. Google Maps said you were eight minutes away, but judging by the way your finger was tracing around your bra covered nipple, you weren’t sure if you could wait that long. And if the way Paige’s eyes were bugging out of her head at the road attempting to not look at you were any indication, you knew she felt the same. “Paige?”

“Mhmm?” She asked through gritted teeth, hanging on to her last thread of self control.

“Pull over.”

————

“That’s it, just like that… fuck.”

You nodded in Paige’s pussy, nails grazing her thighs. The set up could be more ideal: All six feet of her were crammed in the backseat, sweats pooled at her ankles as you sat almost diagonal in order to have a more comfortable position. Neither of you really seemed to care all that much, too intoxicated off of each other and your respective substances. Besides, judging by the way Paige massaged your neck and whined, you wouldn’t be here long.

You only needed two more minutes eating Paige out like she was your last meal before her grip tightened at the back of your neck, cumming with a cry of your name. You ate her through it, slurping her up like ice cream before slowly rising, placing a kiss to her lips so she could taste herself. She hummed with contentment into the kiss, cupping your jaw tenderly. You separated, your smirk cocky as her hand traced back down your neck, feeling the soft material of your bra for herself. “So fucking pretty,” she whispered to herself, eyes trained on how the color of the garment made your skin look radiant. Her hands switched directions, gently tracing up before reaching your neck and applying pressure with hungry eyes.

“We’re going home. Need to see you cum on my dick now.”

“I'ma make him wait for the pussy

Hit it 'til he big ole skeet”

The rest of the car ride was uneventful, Paige keeping a grip on your thigh as music propelled you guys into her parking lot. When you reached her apartment, you were ready for the inevitable fight for dominance between the two of you. Instead, Paige merely hung her keys on her hook and moved to the kitchen. “Want any water?”

You almost laugh as you follow her in, as if she was pranking you. “What are you, all talk and no game?” You joke, still taking the offer. Despite drinking Paige up just moments prior, you were very aware of just how dry your mouth was.

Paige smirked, taking a sip of her own water before grazing your torso with her hands. “Just tryna be chivalrous, ma.”

You took a big gulp of water, allowing yourself to sink into the feeling of Paige’s touch before setting the glass down. “Don’t need all that,” You murmur, the pads of your fingers playing with the hem of Paige’s hoodie. You look up, maneuvering yourself so your lips were as close to her ear as possible before murmuring. “Just need you.”

“Oh yeah?” She teases, already beginning to back you towards her bedroom, her tall frame overwhelming yours. Now this is what you came here for: the feeling of her tongue slipping in your mouth as your lips collided, the feeling of her properly undressing you as soon as her door shut behind you, and the gravel in her voice as she commands you to “get on the bed”.

“You have no fucking idea how bad i’ve wanted this,” Paige growled, crawling above you and connecting your lips once more before peppering them down to your neck. You couldn’t help but sigh, deciding that you would put up with a million lackluster parties if they all ended like this.“These perfect tits.” She moved to toss your bra on her floor before licking around your nipple, sucking on your breast and surely leaving a mark - she always found a way to, much to your chagrin. You allowed yourself to take pleasure in the feeling for a moment, resting up before your next move. Because while you moments like these with Paige, there was no way in hell you were letting her think the dynamic switched.

With a swift move that even left yourself dumbfounded at your abilities , you hooked a leg around her and flipped the basketball player over, catching yourself with both hands on the mattress. Paige’s jaw dropped, equally shocked and impressed. “Woah.”

“I thought you’d figure out by now that I’m in charge here,” You quipped, gaining enough composure quickly to maintain the persona you wanted. You were going to fuck Paige just as much as she was fucking you. You quickly made the executive decision that Paige was wearing far too many clothes, gesturing her to raise her arms before moving to help her remove her hoodie leaving her in her sweats and a sports bra - very typical Paige attire. You nipped, kissed, and sucked above her chest in the areas not covered by the sports bra, careful to avoid her neck or any other areas that would be visible in a jersey. At one point, you took the chain she wore in your mouth, feeling the cold metal against your lips. Paige groaned, attempting to tug your mouth back on to hers by lifting you from your waist. You tsk, “Be patient.”

“You’re making patience really hard, sweetheart.” She states through gritted teeth, one hand moving to your hair and tugging to make a point. She was desperate tonight, just the way you liked her.

Deciding to give her a little taste of you, you sat up so only your ass made contact with her, sitting plush against her pelvis. Need to see you cum on my dick now, her voice repeated in your head. with a mischievous glint. Slowly, you began grinding your hips, your ass hitting against her. “This what you want?”

She threw her head back, realizing what you were mimicking. “Please.”

“Beg.”

You would think you said something far more outrageous the way she looked up at you, eyebrows raised. “You crazy? nah!”

Typical Paige, not one to give up without a fight. You knew all too well how this would end though.“Suit yourself.” You shrugged, continuing your actions from before, this time trailing a hand down your short skirt and lightly touching yourself through your panties.

“Fuck baby,” She swore she could feel how wet you were as you continued rolling your hips, giving her a preview of everything she could have if she just put her ego aside. “You’re killing me right now.”

“I think I know what would fix that,” you purred.

“Oh fuck,” her voice was almost strangled, any ounce of dignity she had quickly leaving her body and being replaced by the urge to make you feel good. Her eyes appeared as though they were welling up as she pleaded with you. “Please let me fuck you. Would do anything to make you feel good.”

A smile spread across your face, knowing you finally had her exactly where you wanted her. You paused your teasing, swinging your leg back aroundand reaching a standing position. Her eyes followed you, her gaze equally confused and frustrated, before she recognized the box you were reaching for in her drawer.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You asked, harness and dildo in hand as you sauntered back over to the bed.

“Ain't nobody freak like me

Give ya what you need like me

Ain't nobody got on they tip, tip toes and rode to the tip like me”

You were putting on a whole ass show for her. Your feet were positioned on each side of of her, providing stability as you bounced on her silicon dick like your life depended on it. Your tits bounced with each impact your bodies made. The room was quiet (save for the sound of both of your moans and the dull buzz of the vibrator against Paige within the strap), but it was like you were moving to a melody, alternating between fast moments of riding her and slower moments where you simply moved your hips, allowing yourself to bask in the pleasure.

Paige laid back against the pillows, practically mesmerized at the sight of you as you ran a hand through your hair, throwing your head back in the process. “Holy shit.”

“Any other girls fucking you like this, baby?” You don’t know why you felt the need to ask. For one, you were very confident in your abilities, and you also knew that Paige was likely still going home with other girls. It’s not a topic you ever cared enough to approach.

“No other girls anymore. None could make me cum like you,” Paige shook her head, moving to grab your waist and help facilitate your movements as if she was seeking any form of control she could get. “Riding my dick like a slut, baby, fuck.”

Your eyes wandered a bit, over to the collection of photographs on Paige’s wall, the number of awards given, all the way to one particular object. Your hips began to slow progressively until they came to a complete stop, prompting a disappointed groan from the blonde beneath you.

“Stand up. I wanna try something new.”

“I want to fuck in the mirror, I like to look at your face when you in it

Come in the room and I'm giving commands

I am the captain and he the lieutenant”

The sides of the chair you were gripping were cold, in contrast to the heat rushing through the rest of your body. Paige stood behind you, pounding into you from behind as the both of you took full advantage of the full length mirror beside you giving you a full view of everything - and by everything, you meant everything, from the way Paige’s hair looked entirely fucked out to the wetness dripping down her thighs.

Paige’s eyes squeezed shut, unable to handle the way your ass looked rippling against her, how your waist fit in her hands as she slammed you back, and she especially could not handle the way you were looking at her in the mirror. “Baby imma bust,” she moaned, her words slurred together. She was too drunk off of you.

“Hold it. I’m almost there,” you instructed, reaching down to rub circles around your clit. You were dripping, cream forming a ring around Paige’s strap. You moved your hips, twerking on her dick as you looked back at it. Paige was convinced in that moment that if it were not anatomically impossible, she would have absolutely accidentally knocked you up in that moment.

“Need to cum so bad, baby. You feel so good, so fucking fine.”

The warmth that once rushed through you from the joint was now accumulating to your core. It was all becoming too much, even more so when she slapped your hand away to help rub hard circles on you, her desperation a mix of wanting to be the reason you finished as well as the realization that she was going to blow any moment.

“Gonna cum.” You finally moan, feeling as though your legs may snap as you let go. Paige was not far behind, gripping your waist and burying her head in your neck as she pressed herself to the base inside of you.

“Usually I like to fuck

But tonight we gon' make love 'cause you bae”

You attempted to catch your breath as you laid down next to Paige. She had both hands on the sides of your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks. “You’re so perfect,” She murmured, eyelids drooping as she fought the urge to pass out then and there. Her touch was less possessive this time and more tender, cupping your skin as if it were made of glass.

You let out a breathy laugh at her words, almost like you couldn’t believe them, yet you couldn’t stop the way your body nuzzled into hers further. “You’re just happy you got laid tonight,” You quipped.

“I don’t mean it like that. you know I don’t.”

Perhaps one of the most important rules of hooking up with an athlete, especially one as high profile as Paige, is to never believe a word they say. So you felt a little silly when you took note of how her blue eyes gazed at you, waking up enough to make eye contact to show you that this was the truth. It felt worse when you felt your heart skip a beat at the realization. In fact, it scared the hell out of you.

“Stay the night tonight,” She whispered. You had never heard her sound like that, so out of control and at your whim. She was scared too. “I don’t want you to leave.”

You nodded, pushing past the voice in your head screaming at you to run just as you had after every other night you and Paige shared. You were tired, and Paige was right there, and it was just not the time to listen to your head over your heart. “Okay.”

You would deal with logistics later. All you needed now was tonight.

#paige bueckers #uconn women’s basketball #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers smut #wlw smut #Spotify

1K notes · View notes

talentforlying · 2 years ago

Note

28. felt at total peace with themselves and everything around them.

he's forty, and he's cross-faded, and zatanna is off her face on the kitchen counter, levitating mange the talking rabbit three feet off the floor. he thinks he pissed on the phantom stranger's shoes in the alley a few minutes ago, and it's a whole lot funnier than it probably should be. header and rick the vic disappeared off to the toilet longer ago than he wants to think about, and the six-foot-six giant who put the whole shindig together is slugging back tennent's super like he's a fish and it's water.

it's his birthday, and for the first time in a long fucking time, he thinks he's gonna be okay.

almost unreal now, with this much liquor warming his belly and a high that reduces his eyes to burning cinders, to think that the day started out badly — kit unexpectedly visiting family, chas on a shift he can't shake. that sinking, lonely feeling that he's getting old, because he's lived twice as long as he ever thought he would and ten years more than his mum ever did, and he doesn't know what to bloody do with himself when he's not doing magic. feeling guilty about it in a way he never has before kit; before a normal, domestic life abruptly became a real option for him.

it's a zero-sum game any way he chooses to go about it: he's forty, and he's still fucking around with forces beyond his comprehension, still trying to play a young man's game. he's forty, and he hasn't worked a regular layman's job in his entire sodding life, but if they're going to pay the rent, he'll have to strike up and stick with it, SOON. he's forty, and he sees his sister every other weekend, sees his best friend twice that, and goes to bed every night with the love of his life beside him, and none of it feels even halfway as real as the shite he sees in his nightmares.

so, one more bad birthday. why not. what's there to celebrate, anyway?

except. except THEY all seem to think it's worth celebrating, don't they? his friends. the fact that he's still got enough of them left to throw him a surprise party is enough to stone crows the world over, but that they still think of him well enough to put in the effort in the first place is . . . sort of fucking mind-boggling. they like him enough to remember his birthday in the first place, enough to pop in from hell and scotland and america and . . . wherever it is the immortal lord of the dance fucks around these days. enough to stick around and keep him company until the wee hours of the morning, if they're good for their word. ( and he knows they are. ) enough to invite the sodding swamp thing, and the fact that the big hedge even showed was more of a kick in the teeth than the fucking phantom stranger.

obviously the free booze doesn't hurt as incentive. or nigel's supercharged wacky backy, either. but any one of them could've gotten that elsewhere, if they'd felt the urge, and they chose to get it with him. he's forty, and he's got more friends than he would've ever thought possible.

jesus fuck, the nerve of them, making him sniffle at his own bloody birthday party.

he loves them all, each silly blighter.

the lord of the dance crushes another crate as easy as snapping a toothpick and laughs at some inane shite nigel is spouting on about. ellie's gone and rescued mange from the inevitable crash to the floor, holding him gingerly by the ears, but the furry git doesn't seem to mind; still effing and feffing about pulling magicians out of hats, as per usual. zatanna is utterly lost in the world of the monumentally stoned, reading the ingredients on a packet of instant oatmeal backwards like it's the most important magical text in the world. header and rick are STILL conspicuously missing, and god, he wishes he could hear what brendan finn would have to say about that one: something filthy about rick being at his best when he's on his knees, just ask god.

' mere hours into a fourth decade and you've already lost the ability to hold your liquor. jesus wept, john. '

ellie's apparently left mange to his own devices to come and join him on the sofa, sinking into the cushions at his elbow and propping her arm up on his shoulder to lazily skim her fingers along the collar of his shirt. she doesn't look halfway blotto for all she's been drinking, eyes still sharp and clear as she studies the room and its motley inhabitants with dry disinterest; she smells like cinnamon, sulfur, and asphodel, and if he didn't know better, he'd say she almost seems relaxed. ' what are you smiling so big about, anyway? you know you'll have a hell of a hangover to look forward to when all this is done. '

is he smiling? he hadn't realized. but sure enough, he lifts a hand to his face and feels the grin there, broad as a barn; feels the way it hurts his cheeks like it's been there for a long bloody while now, and it doesn't feel like it's going to go away soon, either.

fuck him. HE'S FORTY.

it's the best thing he's been in ages.

@fightwing / MOMENT IN TIME PROMPTS

#fightwing #drug mention /#drug mention cw #for the weed yanno #constantine turning 40: waaaa i'm old #me: not yet bitch. 30 more to go #i just Adore the issue with his 40th birthday party he was SO surprised and happy. just page after page of joy #also yes i Am making every minor character in hellblazer at least a little gay. and what about it #rick and header had Something going on behind the scenes just look them up and tell me i'm wrong #nyway if this is sloppy it's nooot because i wrote it in three different locations hours apart it's because he's crossfaded. yeah. that's i #( headcanons. ) I'M JUST LIKE THE BASTARDS I'VE HATED ALL ME LIFE.#( answered. ) THIS IS JOHN CONSTANTINE. FUCK OFF.

1 note · View note

arietem · 2 months ago

Text

you're blurry, but you're all i see

masterlist

jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: you get a bit crossfaded at a party and your boyfriend jj takes care of you

soo fluffy

a/n: i'm in a fluffy mood apparently, but a smutty one is coming soon too ꕤ

"Yo, rude boy! Your girl is calling for you down there," Cleo says and points at the beach. He leaves you for a second and you're off on an adventure.

"You go get Pope, he's in one of his lectures moods tonight," he salutes Cleo and makes his way to you.

JJ finds you sprawled on the beach, a red solo cup next to your feet, its content spilling on the sand. You are alone and you're laughing at something only you seem to understand.

"Jaay Jaay!" You half scream when you see him approach, but it's weird - he's upside down. No wait, you are upside down. Who is upside down?

Tonight's party was not one you were pacing yourself at so you are pretty drunk and honestly maybe a little high too. A joint was passing around at one point in the night and who are you to say no to free weed?

JJ is towering over you and why is he still upside down? His blonde hair is falling into his eyes and he has a wide amused smirk on his face. He's a bit blurry now, but still the hottest guy on this damn island. And he's yours. You can't believe he's yours and you get to keep him.

You try to sit upright and sway a little in the process. JJ is right there, kneeling by your side, his warm, rough hand on your lower back. His palms are always rough and calloused, but his touch is the softest one you know.

"Woah, easy there angel." JJ easily catches you when you start falling backward again, your stomach now feeling a little funny. Maybe you didn't need those last few shots with Cleo.

"No, you're an angel," you say and bop JJ's nose. You reach out to hold on to his wrist, trying to regain some control over your movements. Somehow, saying coherent thoughts is easy and you know what's going on, mostly, so you're pretty proud of yourself. Until JJ hoists you up on your feet and your knees buckle.

Before you can plop back down on the sand, JJ is hooking his arms behind your knees and picking you up, bridal style. The crook of his neck seems like the coziest place ever so you lay your head there and close your eyes, taking in his smoky scent.

"Mmm…" You start mumbling against his neck and peppering him with feather-light kisses. You can feel how he shivers and it makes you even warmer and more lightheaded.

"Are you feeling okay?" JJ asks softly, tightening his grip. You just nod because forming words is now becoming too much. Your stomach is really not feeling okay, but you don't say anything and just hope it goes away on its own.

Then JJ stops and you open your eyes to see what's the holdup. "C'mon, let's get you in the Twinkie, angel." He helps you get in the van, where the crew is waiting. Through your half-open eyes you can see the girls are not looking so good either. Well, except Cleo. It seems Sarah has it the worst because John B is saying to JJ how she puked on his shoes. You try to laugh at him but nothing comes out.

JJ takes a seat next to you and brushes your hair off your face, tilting a water bottle for you to drink. You are drinking and Pope and John B are talking about something stupid and suddenly your stomach is really really not feeling good.

"John B!" You yell out frantically. He looks up at the rearview mirror and widens his eyes when he sees your face. "John B, stop the car!"

He shouts something about not throwing up in his car, please, and stops on the side of the road. JJ jumps out, pulling you with him, and steering you toward the bushes. You fall to your knees ungracefully, and damn that's gonna hurt tomorrow.

"It's okay. You're okay, let it out." JJ gathers your hair in a ponytail, holding it out of your face while you are regretting going to this stupid party. Once you feel like you are finally empty, you take a ragged breath and glance at JJ through your lashes. "Thank you baby for taking care of me."

JJ puts his hands on your cheeks, wiping beneath your eyes. "Are you kidding me? Of course I'm taking care of my girl". He kisses your forehead once, twice. "And now I have a funny story about ya I can tell over and over again." JJ smirks and you shove his shoulder, but there's no real force behind it.

You lock your eyes with him and both of you burst out laughing, one of those full belly laughs about nothing and everything.

"Lovebirds, if you're all done, time to go! I'm gonna fall asleep at the wheel!" You look behind you at John B who is impatiently waving his hands at you and JJ.

JJ interlaces his fingers with yours and you two make your way to the Twinkie once again. It's quiet inside, everybody dozing off and trying to get through the drunkenness. Before you know it, you arrive at the chateau and it takes some time to get everybody out of the car and into the house.

Still holding hands, you and JJ stumble into his room and you flop down on the bed. You turn over, sighing dramatically. "I got to wash my face Jayj, but I'm so tired." JJ is only in his boxers now, his shorts and tank top discarded on the floor. Oh, what a sight he is.

"Come to bed, baby." You spread your arms wide, anything about washing your face instantly forgotten.

"Wait, I have these…" JJ throws something on the bed next to you. "What..." Oh. He has makeup wipes for you. He keeps makeup wipes in his room for you.

"Oh, JJ." You cross the short distance to him and jump up in his arms, hooking your legs around his waist. He catches you effortlessly and presses a hot kiss to your lips, not caring you still have lipstick on.

JJ walks over to the bed with you in his arms and sits down, positioning you on his lap. He takes one of the wipes and gently takes off your makeup for you. It's one of the most intimate things you've experienced and you love him so much your heart might burst.

"I love you so much, JJ." Now you brush his hair away from his face, feeling the blonde strands between your fingers. His gorgeous blue eyes are boring into you, the affection written there plain as day.

"I love you too, angel. You're my girl." JJ kisses you again and you moan a little into his mouth. You wish you could keep kissing him, but your eyes are closing more and more by the second. Without hesitating, you take off your dress over your head.

JJ lets himself fall backward and you land on his chest. He then turns you over so you are the little spoon. With one more kiss on your neck and a content sigh in your ear, JJ falls asleep, you following quickly along. When you wake up, you two are still pressed together and there's nowhere you'd rather be.

516 notes · View notes

angel-of-depravity · 2 months ago

Text

Subtle obsession is so wild actually

It starts off as a small thing, really. Just wanting to talk a lot. Text between doing things, maybe staying up a little too late in the night. Little do I realize you're making notes (all the easier to make when I yap and yap and yap when you really get me going)

Then with that, you start proposing "outings" (read: thinly veiled dates)

You take me out barhopping because I tell you it's something I enjoy, despite never having thought I would. You subtly note my tolerance (and, by that same account my physical intolerance and make sure I don't drink too much, just enough)

And then at one point you lure me over. You say something about this new weed vape you got- tastes really sweet and you think I'd like it (obviously, you remember me nonchalantly saying I have a hell of a sweet tooth, of course I'm gonna be down)

You don't get me crossfaded. This time. You'll hold that for another occasion

I don't notice how you've only taken one hit off this thing when I'm over, and I've accidentally repeated the mistake of not consciously thinking and instead hitting the thing like it's a cigarette (you remember the story I told you about one of my vapes I had, that because it was a cylindrical thing I did the same thing with that. You made sure this vape was the same)

You also remember me faux complaining how horny weed gets me

We're sat on the couch and I'm getting almost incessantly cuddly, definitely a lot more than just my usual like of you being the one touching me (you made the very short list of people I actually enjoy touching me, but you know I'm not someone who gets this touchy)

You test the waters.

As I'm laying against your side, head on your shoulder as we're watching something on the TV, you slowly wrap an arm around my waist. I don't say anything- which is good. You know if I'm not liking something I make it very much known the second it's going on. Sure that might make some think I'm a bitch, but it definitely works in your favor for knowing exactly how to get your hooks in me.

I still don't say anything when your hand wraps around to rest on my belly, and when it brushes lower you just hear a whine followed by me burying my now more flush face into your neck. Oh yeah, that weed's definitely working its magic.

You pull me onto your lap, and I don't stop you. I'm already halfway gone- but the fact I don't fuss is still a good sign. You wanna be able to get your hands wherever you want them to be.

You pull more whines from me as you get bolder. Thighs, hips, I don't even stop you when you inch your way to my tits. All I have in me is to whine because I've gotten to that level of high where I'm little more than a ragdoll that can feel what you're doing.

You continue to make mental notes, too, about which places get me to whine the most. The answer is a tie between inner thighs and my tits for now.

It's hard for me to move, but after a bit you realize I'm pathetically trying to rut my hips into yours where you pulled me to be straddled in your lap. Everything you're doing just feels so good, I can't help it. You take it as a greenlight to go further.

You manage to get me down to my bra and panties, my panties being soaked from your touch and the weed. Though, when getting things off, you realize I'm starting to sober up a bit and pressure me to take another couple hits to put me back down. And just one for yourself- why not?

Actually, those additional hits? You decide to shotgun them to me. You haven't actually kissed me through this, and it's something you've been dying to do. Perfect excuse, right? Besides, your tolerance is definitely sturdier than mine in the weed department, you'll be just fine.

And, it didn't seem like I was complaining much when I tried to lean into you while doing them.

You've got me right where you want me. High out of my absolute gourd and perfectly pliant and wet. This isn't the final step of your plan, but it is definitely a crucial part.

You pick me up to scoot me around, where I have my back to you. You then get your cock out from your jeans- which is almost painfully hard at this point- and you pick me up by my hips. You carefully move my panties to the side and are slow at letting me back down on your cock. It's a little hard when I feel so good to be inside of, but you don't wanna scare me... today. And you know I'm funny about sudden movements and such.

I whine and moan with every inch. And fuck if I don't feel full. Tears spill from my eyes- not because I'm in pain, but because I feel too fucking good.

... something about me in tears turns you on more and I can feel your cock twitch inside me from it. I don't question it- hell, I can't even fucking think at all with how high and how deep in the pleasure you got me.

There's a few minutes where I'm just warming your cock before you start fucking me in earnest. Your hands are easily getting me close to cumming already and the only other thing you're doing is playing with my tits. I'm leaning my head back against you, and then you realize I'm fucking drooling on myself. How cute that I'm that brain dead at the moment. It doesn't take much more for me to let out a sharper whine and for my pretty cunt to be tightening on you.

And that's only the first in several you get me to- and you're rather proud of yourself. You've heard me bitch and moan about how everyone else I've slept with couldn't get me to cum even once, not without me doing 90% of the work on my own pleasure. Which at that point I might as well have just been masturbating, really.

And maybe when I'm reflecting later, I'll chalk up the fact you "forgot" a condom to both of us being high and impulsive. I wanna see the best in you at this point- I don't think twice about it.

You absolutely did it on purpose though.

You know my silly little self has frequent and horrendous bouts of baby fever and I let slip at one point about my god awful breeding kink. If you're the one to fulfill that wish, with how things are going? I don't get a choice in if I stick with you or not, not really anyway.

You rut your hips up into me as deep as you get when you cum inside me, maybe a small whine from yourself as you bury your face in my hair and grip me tight around my torso. Just the feeling of you cumming tips me over one final time too- all the better chances for your seed to take, then.

We sit still for a long minute, and then you carefully pull me up and off and set me to the side for a second while you put your dick up. Once taken care of, you carry me back up to your room. Dolls are meant to be held by the people who claim them, aren't they?

And you remember when I was yapping about medical facts about how being held releases oxytocin- the love chemical. And you were definitely gonna use that shit against my touch starved ass.

You get woken up by me a couple of times in the night, but it wasn't anything that breeding me again didn't fix for at least a little while. I couldn't help waking up whining and wet and more than ready for another round- even if this was definitely something I'd never ordinarily do. And who were you to say no to your pretty fuckdoll, all cute like that even if I was still absolutely high as balls?

I'm still a little high in the morning- but I'm functional. I only kinda half remember things, but I don't seem upset in any capacity. Which was good, it means everything you've been doing has been working like a charm. Hell, I openly express reluctance to get out of bed because that means being away from you which is all the better.

A couple weeks go by, and sure you use condoms while I'm sober, but it also doesn't take very long for me to start getting nauseous in the mornings.

You convince me to move in, for a plethora of reasons of course. And now you really have me where you want me.

Loving, clingy, and carrying your baby.

149 notes · View notes

stoneybun · 2 months ago

Note

Here i am. High. Thinking about schlatt. I cannot imagine what it would be like to have each other try to convince the other to try their intoxication of choice. Yall both just end up crossfaded. Where that goes... Idk. But thinking about it got kitty purring and me foaming at the mouth 😂.

SOOOO REAL FOR THIS ANON I'm taking this and running with it, I fear... (mention of fem praise once) ** Schlatt would be the type to spit whiskey into your mouth. Don't care, full send. Grabs ur jaw and tilts ur head back and everything and is REAL cocky about it afterward. ** Peer pressure goes crazy with him. Challenging him to smoke/drink more than you or vice versa. ** Shotgunning.... He’s got his joint between two fingers, takes a slow drag, and tugs you forward by the chin. “C’mere, sweetheart. Open up.” His mouth is hot against yours, the smoke rolling between you, and he lingers just long enough to let his lips graze yours before leaning back, exhaling the rest of the smoke with a low chuckle. “Atta girl.” (Or different praise depending on your pronouns and such :3) ** He'd get super cuddly I think, literally like cradling you after a while and talking to you like he does to the cats, forehead kisses, everything. ** Good luck trying to leave his lap. Not happening. He’s all warm and buzzed, fingers tracing your spine, voice all rough and tired when he murmurs, “Jus’ stay. Feels good like this.” Even if you’re both too gone to do anything, he’s perfectly content just holding you there, lazily running his fingers up and down your back. ** Munchies would hit this man INSANE I fear. Probably end up ordering a ton of food and he doesn't even ask if you want any, he just assumes you do and gets anything he thinks you'd want. Also applies to his need to give you head WHO SAID THAT ** If you’re crossfaded and needy? Absolutely uses that against you. He drags it out, teasing the hell out of you just to watch you squirm. “What’s wrong, toots? Gettin’ a little desperate over there?” He’s barely touching you, letting his fingers ghost over your skin, just enough to drive you insane, and he knows it. It’s messy. Lazy, heavy kisses that taste like whiskey and weed, his hands roaming slow but possessive. The kind of kisses where he groans low in his throat when you tug his hair, where he pulls you even closer like he physically needs you against him, and he does.

#big guy….#schlatt x reader #schlatt smut

98 notes · View notes

peggyao3 · 1 month ago

Text

Crossfade - Pt. 2

PAIRING — Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x f!reader x Benny Cross

SUMMARY — It's a perfect, golden morning when she wakes up with both of them at her side.

TAGS — AFAB she/her reader, no use of y/n, threesome - F/M/M, explicit sexual content, p in v, double creampie, pet names, manhandling, orgasm delay, overstimulation, filthy & messy, twincest/selfcest, voyeurism, brotherly rivalry, dirty stray puppy benny, domestic cat feyd, pinch of angst, allusions to hypothetical dubcon, porn with minimal plot

WORD COUNT — 3.2k

A/N — Surprise! 🥹 I gained some inspo thanks to @sebastianswallows' and mine continuous good night messages, @thefloatingpickle's amazing Feyd x Reader x Rautha series, and a lovely comment from @moonbeammist on part one ❤️

← Previous Chapter | Ao3 | Masterlist🖤

Dividers by @/saradika-graphics

The warmth of the morning sun filters through the curtains, ruffled by a faint summer breeze. Someone must have opened the window a crack last night, so the soundscape of the awakening suburb bleeds into the comfort of their bedroom. A dog barks down the street, engines rev in the distance, a train horn even further away, past the morning fog.

Three bodies fill out the ruffled sheets, two men and a woman in the middle. Her toes curl against the duvet, body drifting from sleep, flanks sheltered from both sides. She inhales the homely scent of musk and cotton, skin against skin, smiling.

Both of her boys are home, one on each side where they belong, Benny to the right, Feyd to the left, their heavy heads nestled on her chest. They are breathing each other's air—so peaceful for once, lips popped open.

Her arms have gone a little numb from cradling their heads to her bosom all night, but their soft faces make it worth it—drool from the night on her tits, two hard cocks throbbing against her thighs.

Softly, she lets her fingers glide over their hard shoulders. Feyd seems to be fast asleep, saliva slipping from the corner of his pink mouth. So placid, her sweet baby, so sweet and good when he's asleep. She loves him so very much despite all the troubles he gives her.

Benny's eyes are closed, warm breath curling across her damp chest, fanning his brother's face, but his fingers twitch against her belly, drawing a lazy circle around her navel. Her golden boy is awake.

Happily, her fingers curl into his tangled hair, thick with dried gel and grease. He needs a shower, but for now she's happy to cradle him to her breast. Benny huffs, scalp prickling from the light tugging of her fingers, and his tapered hips roll tentatively against her thigh, morning wood twitching. The pink head of his cock pokes plump and swollen at her hip, his sac—soft and scratchy—nestled between their bodies.

Benny slightly lifts the weight of his head, an invitation for her to retrieve her arm. She cautiously complies, gliding her hand down his taut, freckled tummy to brush her fingertips over his squished cock. Benny's head flops back down on her shoulder, beard scratching her skin. His lips settle against the side of her throat, last night's cigarette smoke still in his breath.

Her fingers twist around his cock, tugging at an awkward angle. How sweet of him to ask for her hand even before his first cigarette.

Carefully, she cradles Feyd's smooth head to her chest with her free hand so as not to startle him from sleep with her flexing muscles. But she can't stop the sheets from rustling and Benny from grunting softly into the crook of her shoulder. His calloused fingers glide to her chest, cupping the breast he had previously drooled on. Her nipple stiffens against his calluses, teasing him to pinch the pebbled bud between two fingers. His darling doll squeaks through gritted teeth.

"At least have the decency to ride him and let me watch," Feyd's voice startles the both of them, his graveled breath hoarse from sleep.

"Feyd!" She scrambles, hand pausing around the golden twin's cock. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

Instinctively, she lets go to reach for Feyd's cock instead, thick and milky-pale against her left thigh.

"Hands off, sweetling. I meant what I said. Ride my brother, let me watch."

"It's early morning. I'm still tired," she mewls her complaints while two pairs of big hands already push and tug on her hips and waist.

"Well then wakey-wakey, you got my brother excited," Feyd's grating voice purrs, lips quirked with mockery that makes her stomach flip.

"He got me excited, and he was excited before I even woke up," their darling snarls.

"Come on, darling. Up, up," the pale twin urges, tip of the nose grazing the edge of her jaw.

"I'm not ready," their darling huffs and wriggles her arm away from underneath Feyd's smooth skull. Boldly, she snares his hard wrist and guides his hand from her ribs to her abdomen.

The brothers exchange a wry grin and their lithe, long legs curl around hers, spreading them apart for Feyd's hands to paw at her slit and part her lower lips.

"Aaahh, feels ready enough for me," Feyd purrs, tips of two fingers dipping between her folds to sample her wetness. Like morning dew on flower petals. Feyd is almost jealous, if that's what his brother does to her, just by blinking into the sun with his golden hair and humping her leg.

"I'll get you ready," Benny is quick to promise, his own voice almost as rough and sleep-raspy as Feyd's. Sun-kissed fingers with scarred knuckles slip down their darling's belly.

"Bad dog," Feyd snaps, catching his brother's wrist. Black coals cut into Benny's ocean blues. The younger twin just never learns when not to take Feyd-Rautha's toys.

"Don't fight so early in the morning," their sweetheart growls, pelvis wriggling in the snare trap of their long legs. Both boys melt back into the cradle of her shoulders and Feyd squeezes his brother's hand. Benny returns his fingers to her nipple, tugging lazily while watching his twin toy away with their darling's cunt.

Pale fingers slip across her damp slit and bring the gathered essence to her pebbled clit. Her pelvis jerks in its prison and her throat tightens. The first tentative moan curls into the sun-lit morning glow. Her boys purr into her neck, muscles flexing to keep her down when her spine arches off the crumpled mattress.

"A-agh, yeees~" she mewls, walls clenching around Feyd's long fingers when two of them slide deep, curling against the back of her pubic bone.

"Getting her nice and ready for you," Feyd snickers, eyes flicking to his twin whose puppy eyes are snared by the display of their helpless darling, spread open by their combined effort, taking Feyd-Rautha's fingers to the third knuckle.

Soon, a third finger, and her limbs thrash against their bodies. Benny captures her grabby hands, wondering if his brother would be mad if he guided her fingers back to his hard, impatient cock. He decides not to risk it.

"That better, sweetling?" Feyd coos across the lewd noise of slick squelching. "Are you gonna play with my brother now?"

"W-Wait, don't stop," she pleads, eyes screwed tight, wrists flexing in Benny's hold.

The younger twin almost wants to punch his brother for denying their sweetheart her climax, but then again, she won't clench on his cock if she cums on Feyd's savage fingers, so he eagerly helps to push and grope at her, urging her to sit upright, pussy empty and slick and ready to feel like paradise around Benny's aching cock.

"Morning, brother," Feyd purrs, kneeling next to his twin. "Enjoy her."

With slick-shiny fingers, Feyd clutches his twin's stubbled chin, grinning as he brings their foreheads close. She's never seen them kiss but they always look like they're about to.

Feyd-Rautha can pretend not to miss his brother all he wants, but she knows him better, knows the way he prowls and paces when Benny is gone. They shared a womb, now they share a woman. Of course he misses him.

Feyd places her like an offering over his twin's twitching cock, perching behind her over Benny's thighs, one pale arm curled around her waist while the other hand grabs Benny's cock, giving it a tight squeeze before lining it up with their sweetheart's dewy cunt.

Benny grins stupidly—pampered boy, doesn't need to do anything himself—pink lips popping open when she swallows him down her hot, slick pussy, urged lower by his brother until her cervix aches and she lets out a strangled moan, bracing her hands against Benny's flexed tummy.

He rocks his pelvis while she settles, lightly at first, calloused fingers slipping up her spread thighs.

Feyd has come to kneel behind her, over Benny's thighs. His smooth, hard front presses into her spine where a pleasant shiver rolls down from his raspy breath. She winces in pleasure-pain from the deep angle and Feyd's cock jumps in response.

"Go faster, brother. She can take it."

Fuck both of them—Why does Benny listen to him like dog to a whistle?

Benny's pelvis snaps up, sharp juts of his hip bones clapping into the meat of her thighs. She groans, nails flexing into Benny's stomach. He goes harder, holding her by the hips. Her pussy drips down his thick shaft, essence gathering across his golden pubes to glisten obscenely in the morning light, together with the slick left by Feyd's fingers in his beard.

The worst thing about it—she can take him, even though she feels his cock all the way up in her lungs. Feyd was right. She'd rather have Benny right here than anywhere else.

Feyd's smooth chin has come to rest on her shoulder. Adorned with a black, sly grin, he looks straight at his brother's happy, disheveled puppy face, like a hunter admiring his catch.

"Isn't it nice to be home, Benny?" He coos, nose and forehead gliding against the side of their squeaking toy's face. "Look how she missed you."

"You missed me, baby?"

"C-Course I missed you, you stupid— Aghhh—"

Benny gawks up at her, blue eyes incensed because as ridiculous as it sounds, he needed that little reminder; the confirmation that he is still welcome for breakfast.

He fucking loves cherry pie for breakfast, with her sweet smile and sweet pussy, tits squished against his brother's forearm. If Benny thought he deserved it, he'd serve up this view for himself every morning.

His sugar darling's face thaws into warm-dripping, honeyed pleasure, the painful stretch compensated by kindling nerve ends. One hand clings to Feyd-Rautha's corded forearm, the other shivers on Benny's abdomen, flat muscles tensing against her bouncing palm as his hips pump up with wet, clapping smacks.

"Gonna make you cum, baby," Benny groans, long fingers kneading her hips and ass, cock plunging deep. "Don't worry."

Feyd stirs like a snake at her back, arms coiling tight around her waist. His fingertips dart to her clit, pulling a whine from her throat while her head melts into his pale shoulder. The older twin's hard cock pokes at the curve of her ass.

"She needn't worry about a thing," he purrs with a voice like a whetted blade, stroking her tender nub with a precision so obscene, her core shudders from it, squeezing around Benny's aching cock.

The blonde twin bares his teeth at his brother who leers in return, gleeful to take away their pet's orgasm from Benny's control, happy to play her like a sweet, purring instrument so she'll milk his brother's cock. He hates and loves him so.

Their girl leaves claw marks on the both of them, moaning and singing, dripping sweetly over Benny's cock while he drives himself deep into her tightening walls. At first, he stares at the place where they are connected, admiring the stretch of her lips, spread around the thick base of his shaft—going quicker with short, hard thrusts—but ultimately, he cannot resist his twin's obscene smile.

Feyd's pupils expand with perverse fascination when his brother's features scrunch up, cords of his neck flexing under tan skin, sweat beading as his head rolls back, golden hair spilling across the pillow. Benny knows not to close his eyes, spit-damp lips parted while he is drained for the cream to stuff their cherry pie.

Only when Feyd releases him from the tar-black shackle of his gaze and peers down, so does Benny, glossy eyes marveling at his seed as it spills from their girl's pussy, squelching and frothing at the base of his cock.

She cums a minute later, under Feyd-Rautha's fingertips, when Benny is already finished, hips grinding down on their own accord now while Feyd plays with her cute, little clit, rubbing her until she squirms and squeaks and Benny hisses from overstimulation. He tries to keep her still on his spent cock, but her walls still squeeze him, milking him for the spend he has already given.

Benny accepts his brother's grinning punishment, teeth clenched, until their girl's muscles go slack, both palms falling on Benny's ribs. He is ready to embrace her against his hard, heaving chest and rest his chin atop her head, smiling stupidly into the warm afterglow, but Feyd keeps her pinned to his chest, black eyes glinting as he pulls her off Benny's cock.

Scowling, Benny watches himself slip free, cum splashing on his abdomen and down their sweetheart's inner thigh. The air in the room is cold compared to her honeyed pussy.

Feyd urges her down on her back while she's still limp and fucked out, slotting his pale, slender hips between her thighs. Weakly, her fingers curl around Feyd's wrists which are braced on either side of her. She doesn't protest when his thick cock nudges between her puffy lips, milky flesh slipping into her cunt with ease. A flutter of aftershock prickles along her nerves, luring Feyd deeper to milk her tender moans while she's still sensitive.

"You go and make coffee," Feyd orders, serpentine skull turned to his twin who blinks, flabbergasted. "If you know how to do it. We'll join you when we're finished."

"I wanna watch," Benny rumbles, raising himself already despite his protests.

"I know you, brother. You're gonna be back to sleep in less than a minute. Don't want to fuck her to the sound of you snoring."

Huffing, Benny rolls off the rumpled bed, sunlight catching on the muscled ridges of his broad back, glutes flexing as he squats and picks up his jeans, slipping them over his long legs, cock still wet with cum and slick.

"It won't be long," their darling calls, summoning Feyd's eyes to darken and turn to her like two whips of thunder.

"It'll be as long as I want it to be, sweetling," Feyd corrects her while the door shuts slowly, Benny's big, blue eyes vanishing in the hallway behind the narrowing gap.

"You kicked him out," her voice rings out with squirming worry, pushing against Feyd's sternum like she wants him to stop. His cock twitches with eagerness to subdue her, hips rocking softly into her cum-stuffed cunt.

"Silly thing," he scolds, his tone deceptively saccharine. "He'll be fine."

"Shouldn't we go check on him?" Her knees press into Feyd's ribs, but her pussy takes him with ease, squelching from his slow, persistent thrusts.

"Careful, sweetling. You can talk about my brother while I have my cock in you when he's in the room with us."

"But what if he leaves?"

"Then he'll come back eventually, but I'm here. Always."

She softly exhales, lashes fluttering with relief. 'Always' means she doesn't have much of a choice, and that's one hell of a comforting thing, to be coveted so madly that she doesn't ever have to worry that Feyd will leave her too.

The soothing thought renders her pliant, slack thighs falling against the tops of Feyd's hard, muscled ones as he brackets her hips, cock rocking back and forth in her squishy cunt.

"There you go, sweetness." Praise flows as easily as threats past Feyd-Rautha's lips and she cries up to the crescent of his inky smile, glaring down on her like her own rotten moon, forever in her sky.

He fucks her sweet and stupid—his perfect, special, little thing—unfil she forgets to think about his brother and digs her little claws into his back, spine arching against his smooth chest and stomach. He smothers her with cock, hands and tongue until she creams around his thick shaft, trembling and brainless, mewling his name.

Feyd shares her with his twin, but she belongs to him. If she ever tried to leave them, he knows Benny would turn to the road with a broken heart, but Feyd would chase her, reel her back until nos become yes again.

It means he loves her more.

It means he deserves her more.

Benny is easier to love, but Feyd is much, much harder to leave.

She shivers in his arms, coming down from her high above the clouds, reeled back to earth by the slow, hot pulsing of Feyd-Rautha's cock, pumping his cum so deep that her cervix aches from it; And when she thinks she can't take any more, he pushes even deeper, more rutting than thrusting until his cock stops twitching and his balls lay snugly against her overflowing cunt.

It hurts, it glows. She smiles.

Feyd's lips whisper sweet and rotten affection against her neck, his breath so soft, his promises so terrible. She loves him.

"You want to go shower?" He purrs against her calming pulse, glutes flexing under her calves that rest atop him.

"Mmmh. I think I want to have coffee." She strokes his back, hand gliding from the base of his spine to the back of his skull, scraping him softly with her nails.

"Hmpf." Feyd kisses her neck goodbye, a hint of sharp teeth, black eyes glinting with a spark of reluctance but he lets it be, sliding out of her slowly as he sits up on his haunches. "No shower means you'll keep your stuffing."

Pale fingers trace her inner thigh, gathering a streak of mixed fluids. She winces when the pads of his fingers trail to her sore opening, returning the creamy dollop to her tender pussy.

Then he stands, stretching himself like a large, long cat, yawning into the morning sun. Warm light reflects on his ink-black teeth and gums. No matter what, he looks ethereal, with long limbs and broad shoulders, slender waist and hips and lean thighs. Muscles coil lazily under his moonlight skin as he saunters to the dresser, kindly fetching underwear for her.

Her pussy squelches from their combined fluids when she stands and slips into the offered pair of panties, the cotton seat turning uncomfortably slick as soon as she takes the first step. It is what it is. She thanks her cat-like partner and tormentor with a kiss to the corner of his grinning mouth and pulls her dressing gown over her arms before stepping into the hallway.

The scent of coffee lingers in the air and her heart leaps.

Benny is still there, leaning against the kitchen counter with sleepy eyes and ruffled hair, fingers curled around a steaming mug.

Even Feyd blinks with surprise, brow ridge ticking upwards as he sets eyes on his brother.

"Benny!" She beams and throws herself at him, arms curling around his waist. Benny holds her with one arm, grinning, big hand splayed across her shoulder blades.

"Morning, babycakes," he rumbles, blue eyes sliding to his twin who stands in the doorframe, entirely naked. Feyd saunters over with sour affection, lips quirking.

"Benny," he mockingly repeats their girl's thrilled inflection. All his brother has to do is breathe and she glows like sunshine. Benny has that effect on people. And Feyd-Rautha is only a human too.

"Thanks for the coffee, brother," Feyd cocks his head and takes Benny's mug from his sun-kissed fingers, then turns to their darling, leering. "Our sweetheart brought the cream."

A/N — If you enjoyed the read, a little comment would mean the world to me ❤️😍

FEYD TAG LIST

@nostalgichoya, @forgedfromthestars, @sweetiee-o, @missbingu, @minedofmoria

@sebastianswallows, @charmingballoon, @flower-frog, @welliah, @aoi-targaryen

@coastalcowgirl35, @esolean, @szapizzapanda, @tatertooted, @sunny747

@ughdontbeboring, @meetmeatyourworst, @gravesdiggergirl

#feyd x reader #benny cross x reader #Feyd rautha x reader #Benny cross x you #feyd x you #feyd rautha x you #dune part 2 #the bikeriders #benny the bikeriders #the bikeriders fanfiction #dune part two #dune #dune fanfiction #austin butler #austin butler fanfiction #peggysuave fanfics #feyd #feyd rautha #feyd rautha harkonnen

109 notes · View notes

rationaliity · 1 year ago

Text

mine now | gallagher x f! reader ( 18 + )

ill be so real with you my dearest freaky anon i'm not the biggest fan of cheating so plspls understand that if this kinda sucks,,, im sorry, especially since you were waiting for so long for this and then i drop the most lukewarm fic of all time. i also had to change the story around so that it was something that i was comfortable writing, sorry about that ! still the basic premise, i just am not good with ntr for some reason ?? weird. who knows man. tags : drug abuse ! dubcon, dirty talking, weed & alcohol mention, female anatomy reader but its sort of nonspecific idk, pw/op, voyeurism sorta, exhibitionism sorta, coercion almost, mentions of infidelity, comfort turns into sex, possessiveness, unprotected sex, gallagher uses petnames a lot, reader being drunk & high at the same time, reader gets on call with her ex boyfriend while gallagher fucks them words: 1.8k

gallagher's hand was in your hair, your head pulled back as he pounded you so hard into the mattress it made your hip hurt a little bit from the pressure, not that it was really what you were focused on. he'd promised to make you forget your shitty ex boyfriend who'd cheated on you, and you had agreed on that without a second thought. it was originally just a drink that the two of you shared together, with you ranting about this loser to gallagher, who was all too patient with you.

one drink turned into three, and drinks turned into smoking together. being crossfaded and half focused, those little rants went on about everything that had pissed you off about that loser since the moment the relationship started to decay. everything from how he refused to flush the toilet no matter how many times you reminded him, to how tiny his dick was. gallagher had laughed at your jokes about him, and it spurred you on to keep going, laughing about that loser's tiny shrimp dick. gallagher asked if you'd ever had a dick bigger than two inches, and you shook your head. you had no idea what sex was really supposed to feel like aside from what you knew.

then he asked if you were willing to see what it was like, and you swore you'd never felt more sober than that moment right then as you hesitantly nodded. was it still going to hurt if you weren't a virgin anymore ? the answer, surprisingly, was a resounding yes ! you learned that pretty quickly as gallagher's hips pistoned into yours, his free hand grabbing the fat of your ass, his body pressed against yours so he could whisper into your ear.

" don't be shy, baby, you can let your makeup ruin my sheets. it's been ruining my shirt all night now, " he purred in your ear, his sharp canines daring to bite into the sensitive skin of your neck completely without warning. when he finally did, you made a pathetic little mewl that you weren't even aware that you could make. " a little reminder of who can fuck you better than that fuckin' pathetic loser, yeah ? gonna go to work tomorrow n show off your mark for everyone to see, yeah ? "

possessiveness was driving him, only amplified tenfold by the weed in his system. it made you both feel everything so much deeper, so both in tune with your bodies and completely disorientated at the exact same time. you couldn't feel your toes anymore, and you weren't even sure you had a tongue in your mouth you were so far gone, but you could feel every deep stroke inside of you as he thrust, and the feeling of his nails digging into the flesh of your ass.

you were a disaster. you knew you should be somewhere else. it was in three the morning, you were three drinks and several shots deep, and with enough weed in your system to kill a victorian child before they could even understand what was happening to them. but you had no idea that you needed this so much, needed to feel him so deep inside of you that it brought you to tears, stretching you so well that you thought there was no way it was going to fit. and yet his cock buried itself completely inside you each time, his tip hitting against your walls in that special spot that made you cry out.

you wanted to scream, you wanted to cry, and by god you wanted to moan so loud that your neighbors could hear you. and maybe you were doing all of those things, at this point you weren't entirely sure what you were doing, other than taking his cock. gallagher was like an animal, desperate to claim every inch of you, and you were so willing to give him everything that he desired without any amount of a fight.

you heard a noise in the background, but you honestly didn't think much of it at that point. it was so unimportant, you didn't really care what it was, although you recognized the sound. " baby, your phone is ringin', you wanna answer it, or should i ? "

you made a pitiful little noise, and he took that as a perfectly valid answer, grabbing your phone and sliding it up for you. " hey, yeah ? oh, man. " you couldn't hear what was going on on the other side of the phone, but you could hear gallagher chuckle, and you swore he started to fuck you even harder now, the lewd noises of your skin slapping together undoubtedly able to be heard through the phone. " yeah, sorry you're a fuckin' loser, but they've got some new dick. thank you for keepin' them so fuckin' tight f'me. "

you don't know why your ex hadn't hung up the phone yet, but also on the other hand it made complete sense. if he had a way to argue, he was going to argue, even when all of the odds were against him, and the answer was blaring at him straight in his face. you buried your face in the pillow, trying not to make so much noise, but finding it impossible with the way gallagher was thrusting inside of you like he owned your body. and maybe he did, who knows at this point ? you just knew that you'd never felt this good, not with yourself, or any other partner.

" you wanna talk to them ? oh, man, be my fuckin' guest. i just hope you know you ain't gonna like what you hear. "

without a warning, the phone was pushed against your ear, letting you speak and say whatever you wanted to, but you couldn't find the words to say anything to him in between the moans spilling from your lips. " i-i- hh- fuck- " you whimpered, trying to think of something to say, but your mind was completely blank and filled with so many thoughts at the exact same time. there was only a brief moment of time where there wasn't anything coming from the other line, your ex so stunned that he couldn't find anything to say, but then came the barrage of insults, ones that would make you cry if you weren't being fucked so well by a man like gallagher, who was able to take your mind off of a pathetic man like your ex.

" put him on speaker, doll. let him hear you cummin' your brains out on my cock if he's so inclined. shit, i'll send him a video if he wants. whatever gets him to understand that you aren't his anymore, " gallagher growled behind you, one of his hands coming to snake around your waist, rubbing the sensitive nub between your legs with his thick, calloused thumb. you could only nod in response, sitting your phone down and turning it on speaker. you wanted him to feel horrible about everything he did to you, and you were hoping this was exactly the revenge you needed to finally get over him.

with the phone out of your hands, it was like it was entirely forgotten, especially with his finger rubbing your clit in tiny little circles. everything was building up to feel so strong inside of you, you had no idea what was happening. was it the drugs in your system making your body act up like this ? you had no idea, completely unsure what was going on. you felt this feeling in your tummy tightening as gallagher fucked you senseless, exactly like how he had promised to.

" ga-gallagher- " you whimpered out, your breath hitching in your throat. even in your fucked out state, you still managed to say something coherent, and of course it was his name. that thought only brought a satisfied grin to his face, and the older man couldn't stop himself from responding, clearly putting on a show for the person on the other end of the phone.

" what is it, my sweet ? gonna cum ? ya gonna cum on my cock like this 'nd forget all about him ? you take me so well, it's like you were made for a big, fat cock to stretch you out 'nd rearrange ya. " he was going so hard he needed to grab the headboard, his nails digging into the wood so hard that he wasn't sure if it would splinter or not, not that it even mattered. a little blood wasn't going to hurt him, and it certainly wasn't going to make him stop fucking your divine body into the perfect little cocksleeve for him. " is this your first orgasm on a cock ? you don't even know what's happenin' to ya, that's fuckin' adorable. you aint got no idea why you feel all tight down there, huh ? "

all you could do was nod helplessly against him, drooling onto the fabric of the bedsheets that was so soaked from your slick just dripping down your legs and pooling underneath you. " gonna- gonna cum, gonna cum, gallagher- pl-please- " you didn't know why you were saying please, you knew he wasn't going to stop now, not when he had a point to make of giving you the best orgasm you've ever had in your life.

" cum then, sweetie. i'll ride you through it. i'm gonna cum in this little hole of yours, okay ? you okay with that ? " you didn't give him a verbal response, just a nod of your head, but he couldn't stop himself from gently slapping your clit, making you cry out in pain, the sharpness of the sensation leaving you breathless. " say it, doll. say you want me to cum inside. you can do it, baby. "

" please- cuh-cum inside of me, gallagher- " you begged, earning you a tentative kiss on the side of your neck where he had bitten you earlier, and his finger started to rub circles around your sore clit again, perfectly timed just to make you cum.

" we're gonna cum together, okay ? let go, baby. i'm right here wi-with ya, " he couldn't stop himself from letting out a low groan, letting go of the headboard to grab your hip, dragging you on his cock as he fucked himself on you, chasing your orgasms together. with a low, animalistic growl, gallagher let go inside of you, shooting hot ropes inside of your walls as you clenched helplessly around him, the duo orgasm making you feel like you were able to blank out at any second, but you were entirely aware of your situation. he rode out the sensations with you, slowing down into gentle thrusts as he milked both of your orgasms at the same time.

when he pulled, gallagher laughed to himself, kissing the side of your neck and your nape several times as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his body against yours. " he hung up. guess we gotta call him back when we have a round two, yeah ? "

— ♡ rationaliity 2024

386 notes · View notes

gemmascouts · 2 years ago

Text

TILE TRANSITION TUTORIAL

a couple of people have asked me for a tutorial on how I did the penultimate gif in this set, so here goes! this is my first tutorial, so please feel free to reach out with further questions if anything's unclear.

note: this tutorial assumes you know the basics of gifmaking, can create the base gifs, and are familiar with timeline mode.

STEP ONE: create the base gifs! I'd recommend staying between 25-40 frames for each gif, since the transitions we'll use later tend to increase gif sizes. these are the ones I'll be using for this tutorial:

STEP TWO: create the guide layouts for both base gifs. for this panel, I chose a 4x4 grid — I would recommend keeping the number of "tiles" low because it can get tedious, but have a minimum of 9 (3x3 grid).

now your canvas should look like this:

STEP THREE: create the tiles. this is where the going gets rough; there might be easier ways to do this that I couldn't think of 😭 if there are any please send me an ask!

essentially, in this step we'll cut up the base gifs into smaller squares so that each tile can be manipulated separately when we put both gifs together. to do this, first create a square using the rectangle tool and the guides. then duplicate the base gif, move it above the square, apply a clipping mask, and then convert the clipped gif and square (selected in the image below) into one smart object.

ALTERNATELY: you could duplicate the original base gif and use layer masks to isolate tiles. create a layer mask for the duplicated gif layer and, with the layer mask selected, drag your mouse over a square (using the guide layout) and press delete. then press ctrl/cmd + i to invert the layer mask so that the gif only shows in the square of your choosing.

now repeat until you've got the entire gif in tiles, and do the same for the other gif!

since the transition effect is achieved by staggering the crossfades for each tile of the final gif, you can cheat by having multiple tiles "flip" at a time, ideally no more than four. this means you need to cut the base gif up into fewer pieces. to do this, simply draw multiple squares instead of one and then merge the shapes, before duplicating and clipping the gif onto them.

if you do this, it's essential to remember that you have to divide both gifs up in the exact same way. each piece of the b/w gif has to correspond to a piece of the purple gif!

this is what the layers look like for each gif once I'm done:

I have them lettered so that it'll be easier to match them up in the next step.

STEP FOUR: this is the complicated bit that took me two days to figure out. I'll do my best to explain but don't hesitate to reach out if something isn't clear!

to begin, open up a new psd and import both base gifs into it. (remember to click "create video timeline" and ensure that your gifs are all in order before proceeding.)

now, the trickiest part about this transition is ensuring that all the little tiles sync up so that the larger gif is coherent. so first we'll create some markers (just empty layers) to ensure that everything lines up as it should. — marker 1: at about halfway through the first gif (b/w in this case) — marker 2: at about a quarter of the gif length — marker 3: close to the end of the gifs

at this point we're ready to start bringing in the tiles. I'm going to delete the base gifs from this new psd just to keep things cleaner!

first thing to do is import my b/w tile. move the timeline slider over to marker 1 and split the first gif. (if it helps, rename the split gifs and add (start) and (end) to the two halves.) then, move the (end) half to the beginning of the timeline, and the (start) half to line up with marker 3.

the purple tile is easier to manage. simply import it into the psd and line it up with marker 2.

your timeline should now look like this:

notice the overlap between the gifs at their beginnings and ends — this is where you'll be able to cascade the tiles flipping, so it helps to have a significant amount of overlap.

crop the three gifs for this tile as you see fit! since this is the first tile I want to flip from b/w to purple, I'll crop gif 1a (end) all the way to the current position of the timeline slider (red line with blue tip) and leave the beginning of gif 2a uncropped. for the flip from purple to b/w, I'll crop both gifs a bit.

once that's done, drag all three gifs onto the same level in timeline so they form a video group. your timeline should look something like this:

now you just repeat the process for all the other tiles! as long as you made sure that all the tiles in one gif correspond with tiles in the other gif in step three, this should be a fairly painless process. make sure to crop the starts/ends of the gifs separately so that they don't all flip together.

this is what my layers look once I've done all the tiles:

and the gif!

STEP FIVE: transitions! click on the half-white square (top right of the left column in the timeline, beside the scissors) and select the crossfade transition, then drag it between two gifs in a video group. it should create a two-triangle symbol and shorten the overall length of the video group.

apply the transition to all the tile flips, ensuring that the duration of all transitions is constant. this can sometimes be tricky because ps likes to change the duration of each transition, so right click on the transition symbol and manually change all your transition durations to be the same.

your layers should now look something like this:

STEP SIX: draw the grid. bring back the guide layout from step two and using the line tool (I like 2px thickness), trace the grid. adjust opacity as you see fit (50-80% is usually a good idea), so that the canvas looks like this:

STEP SEVEN: export and celebrate! you're done!

I hope this tutorial made sense and was easy to follow, and happy giffing! my inbox is always open for any questions <3

#tutorial #ps help #ps tutorial #userace #alielook #userabs #usercats #userhella #userfaiths #tuserabbie #usershreyu #usertreena #tuserlucie #uservivaldi #usertj #usergiu #userroza

823 notes · View notes

justbepatientok · 6 months ago

Text

I can't stop thinking about having a couple friends being possible intox sluts but them not even knowing about the kink and never actually considering it. It's just that each time they go hang out they get wasted and record videos to show me and the rest of the group.

So I decide to test it, I go to one of their lil hangouts. They tease me about being a lightweight because I'm barely drinking, their other friend falls asleep a couple hours in, and now it's just me and them. They keep pouring shots, determined to finish what's left of their vodka, while I watch.

One lets out a sick sounding burp, so we force him to pause, he complains and whines until I whisper that I got something for him. And I allow the other, who seems to be going strong, to finish the bottle.

I pull him out to the balcony, he sways forward the second he's on his feet. He's taller than me, a poor, chubby thing. And I help him stumble the whole way. When we sit back down he slumps into the chair, and I laugh at him while I offer him a vape pen.

He blinks at me, eyes getting as big as they can in their droopy state. He has only tried weed once since he was struggling a few years ago- but I encourage him to hit it.

I leave him there and go check on the other. He's much skinnier, a little less tall, a surprising tolerance. But the amount he's chugging back definitely has him bloated. Apparently, he's done with the bottle, because he holds it up to me and hiccups like I have to solve it. I offer him a beer and chuckle when he struggles to open it. He's slowly sliding forward in his chair, nose closer and closer to the table. But he's determined to show me he can finish this too and he can absolutely handle himself.

When I get back out, my friend barely recognizes me, so entirely crossfaded he's drooling into his shirt. He babbles about seeing stars and that everything wobbles and tingles. I put a hand on him and he shivers. And me, being graceful as I am, lead him back in while letting him rut his hard-on onto my leg.

I drop him on the couch and give him a beer so he can alternate between hits and curing his dry mouth. And go fetch my other babe, who's crawled himself into the kitchen and is guzzling beer on the floor, curled around the pack.

"C'mon, babe, let's go play something," I try, but he shakes his head, mumbling about how he can do this, he's fine, he can do it for me.

So, my only option is to feel him over while I help him stagger and plop down right next to my other buddy. His stomach is so visibly distended from beer, but I tuck the beer pack next to him so he can continue.

I step back and take a picture, they smile blearily at me, barely even recognizing who I am. They know I bring good things, and that's as far as their soaked brains can process before they go for more.

#intox kink #intox #dumbification #bloating #weed intox #my writing #forced intox #encouraged intox

134 notes · View notes

munsonhoneybaby · 4 months ago

Text

Sneak Peek

i wanted to share a few little snippets from the sequel to three's company since i'm taking all four of the evers to finish it, so here's a couple paragraphs from here and there!! be warned these are very selective, i wanted to save anything important or particularly dear to me for the full release!!

the dividers are from @strangergraphics and i'll be using them in the fic too <3 and the edit at the end is the header i made for it!!

“So, you haven’t told anyone?” Eddie asked his drummer in confirmation as they found themselves sitting in his bedroom once again. Nearly a month had passed since your little crossfaded adventure, but things had essentially returned to normal the next morning. Now the two of them sat across from one another on the bed, lighting up the new strain he had just gotten from Rick.

Gareth let out a retching cough as he handed the bowl back to his frontman, shaking his head until he finally caught a breath. “No, ‘course not,” He croaked. “Told you I wouldn’t, it’s your guys’ private business. ‘Sides, I wouldn’t do that to her– I mean, I wouldn’t want anyone to think less of her ‘cause of us.”

“Well, your discretion is appreciated,” He jests before pausing. “Can I ask you something? And you can answer me honestly, I’m not gonna kick your ass or anything.”

“That definitely sounds like you’re gonna kick my ass, but go ahead.”

Gareth wasn’t expecting him to say your name softly in response. “Are you into her? Like, have feelings for her?”

Focus snapping back into gear, his eyes widened startlingly. “Hm?”

“Moving up at work?” You explicated questioningly. The thick carpet was soft against your feet as you shuffled to the stereo, rifling through a few cassettes until you found another one of your mixtapes.

“Oh, yeah. Little bit of a pay raise, few more responsibilities. I’ll get to choose what plays in the shop now, so that’ll be a little fun.” Absent-mindedly running a hand through the thick waves of his hair, he didn’t notice how your gaze danced across his frame.

“That’s great, Gare,” You cooed. It was then that Eddie walked back in, but Gareth didn’t need the wine in his hands to feel warmth creeping into his chest.

“You probably didn’t need to get a bottle in every color, babe. Respect the dedication though, I know you don’t want any of ‘em to feel left out.” He set the bottle of rosé down on the table, followed by the glasses, and fixed you with a teasing glance.

Though his hands yearned to wander their way beneath your shirt, they simply squeezed your sides again, impatiently waiting for Eddie’s permission to explore further. Meanwhile, the older boy had sucked your lower lip between his. His hips pressed into your backside, forcing you more firmly against Gareth, in turn.

Your boyfriend’s hands traveled freely across your body, one of them settling on top of his friend’s. He plucked the roach, which had long since gone out, from his fingers and tossed it on the dresser– you’d weakly scold him for that tomorrow– before covering the boy’s hand with his own again. Slowly, Eddie guided his hand up your side and around to the front of your breast, making him squeeze gently through the padding of your bra.

Lips trailing across your cheek, he murmured in your ear. “Think we should take some’a this off, baby?”

#sneak peek #three’s company #munsonhoneybaby #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x reader x gareth #eddie munson x gf!reader x gareth #gareth x reader #gareth x reader smut #gareth emerson #gareth emerson smut #gareth emerson x reader smut

40 notes · View notes

baited-and-bit · 19 days ago

Text

Crossfaded as fuck imagining a couples guys spiking my drink and making fun of me for tempting them and getting so slutty and drinking and smoking so much

Telling me how pretty my little sounds are as I try to beg them no but can only get out little moans and whimpers

Tears stealing my cheeks I'm too fucked up to even cry out

I can just take it

#dumb wh0re #corruption kink #abuse k1nk #r@pe kink #cnc free use #dumb slvt #rough cnc #cnc fr33use #attention wh0r3 #gangb4ng

22 notes · View notes

estsmutxx · 9 months ago

Note

Hello if ur still doing requests could you do one where y/n has broken up with there bf and has went to stay at there friends house which kells lives at

Basically something like y/ns can’t sleep and is chilling watching tv and kells starts talking to them and etc it gets a little flirty and they give him a bj or something kinda do what you want with this sernario ❤️

Plot:Y/n stays at Colson's house

Parings:Y/n x Colson

Tags/warnings:fighting,yelling,verbal abuse,mention of cheating,blowjob,y/n and colson aren’t in a relationship,size kink if you squint,praise,bad decisions,colson is under the influence but not enough to not give consent(they both consent)

Suggested song:After hours by the weeknd

_____________________________________________

You woke up to your boyfriend coming home, the sound of his footsteps filling up the small house. "Josh?" You called out,the bedroom door slowly opening. "Hi." He responded coldly,untying his shoes and crawling into bed next to you. "What time is it?" You asked,yawning right after. "2 am.Go back to sleep." He told you.

"Where were you?" You asked,reaching over the nightstand to turn on the lamp. "With a friend." He responded. You got a good look at him,hickeys covering his neck. You breathed in,smelling a perfume that wasn't yours. "Josh,did you-"

"Go back to sleep." He cut you off. You sat up,leaning against your pillows. "No,tell me what you were doing." You demanded. He got up quickly with no warning. "I was at the bar,i slept with someone else. Is that what you wanted to hear?" He said,avoiding eye contact at all costs. You looked up at him with big eyes,getting off the bed. "You cheated on me?" You asked in disbelief. He didn't even respond,he just gave you empty silence.

You stood to your feet,sadly not surprised by his actions. "You have a problem with it? Leave." He told you.

—————————————————————————

It was now 3:00 am and you were on Rook's doorstep. You knew him from highschool and you used to be pretty close. You had called him and explained the whole situation to him,and he offered to let you stay with him and his friend Colson. You had met Colson before,but you weren't close at all. You weren't waiting for Rook to open the door,your hands resting on your knees.

"Hey." Rook whispered,leaving the door open for you. "Hi." You spoke,walking into the house slowly. He guided you into the living room and put your bags down for you. "Thank you." You told him before giving him a hug and laying down on his couch.

Almost two hours went by and you couldn't fall

asleep. You couldn't stop thinking about your boyfriend with another woman. You sighed to yourself,turning on the tv. As you were looking for a channel to watch you started to hear music playing from upstairs. A couple seconds went by and you could hear Colson walking down the stairs. "Hey." You said softly,turning down the tv volume.

"What's up." He responded,grabbing a lighter that was on the dining room table. He came back to the living room,sitting on the couch across from the couch you were laying on. He put a blunt in his mouth,lighting it and taking a puff. "I'm sorry to hear about your boyfriend,he sounds like a dick." He told you. You nodded, "Thank you."

He flashed a smile at you,his eyes a dead giveaway that he was crossfaded.

You focused on his face,soaking up his features. "What are you doing up?" You asked as he inhaled a thick cloud of smoke. "Couldn't sleep. You?" He answered. "Same. It feels like my mind is racing." You responded,trying to laugh it off. He looked at you blankly,his expression softening. "How long you gonna be here for?" He asked,taking another drag.

"Just until I get back on my feet,is that okay?" You asked. He immediately nodded, "Rather you be here than in the streets." He told you. You gave him a weak smile as he took a seat next to you on the couch. He put his hand on your chin,carefully making your eyes meet his. "What?" You asked,your eyes leaving his to look at the foggy window behind him.

"It's been a while since i've seen you." He said,his cold ring touching your face. Your eyes found their way back to his. "I know." You answered,your voice so low you couldn't even tell if he heard you. "It hasn't been the same since you stop hanging around here." He says,his voice raspy from the smoke in his lungs.His thumb brushed over your cheek,moving down to your thigh.

The tension in the air was so thick,it was almost scary. The last time you were alone with Colson you had to fight off the sexual tension in the air and walk away,but this time you couldn't leave. Well,realistically,you could. All you had to do was get up,or even just push his hand away. But you couldn't bring yourself to do that. That's not what you wanted. Well,that's not what your body wanted at least. You moved closer to him,your bodies touching each others.

He leaned in,his lips meeting yours. Before you knew it you were on his lap,his hands wrapped around your neck. He pulled away from your lips just for a second just to mumble "Do you want this?" against your lips. You nodded,your mouth opening to talk but you couldn't get anything out. "I wanna touch you." You admitted,the words coming out by your surprise.His eyes widened with nothing but lust for you.

"Do it." He responded,saying it as a challenge,like if it wasn't something you could do. Your eyes met each other again,your lips wanting to clash against his again. You tried to contain every emotion you were feeling. This was going so fast it was almost making you dizzy. His hands gripped both of your thighs,pulling you closer to him. He pulled your hair up with his hands,guiding your head down to between his thighs.

“You okay with this?” He asked,and you gave him a nod of reassurance as he guided your hands down to the zipper of his pants. You unzipped them and he bucked up his hips so you could pull them down. You used two hands to get his boxers down to his knees,getting on your knees as you eased him into your mouth. Your lips wrapped around his length,sucking your cheeks in as you sucked.

“Fuck-so good.” He praises,his head resting on a pillow laid on the couch. You moved your head up and down,his dick hitting the back of your throat so hard that he could see the imprint of it in your mouth. His fingers brushed over the print,a low groan escaping his lips. His lips stayed slightly parted,his eyes trying to force themselves shut.

You hummed,sending vibrations to his dick as he bucked his hips up,slamming his dick down your throat. “F-fuck keep going.” He groaned,his fingers tangling themselves in your hair. He moved a piece of hair out of your face,staring down at you as you sucked on him. He breathed out,his hair gripping your hair.There were so many little sounds of pleasure coming out of him,you were surprised Rook didn’t come down.

You sped up your movements,your tounge licking a line down his tip to his shaft,causing him to almost yelp. “Fuck,fuck.” He mumbled,his breath so heavy you could barely tell what he was saying. “I’m gonna cum.” He managed to get out,but he might as well not of even warned you because mid sentence he was already finshing.

You gulped,trying your best to swallow it all. You pulled away as Colson reached for a towel,wiping your mouth with it. The air was thick,and it felt like you were holding your breath. You looked up at him,his eyes connecting to yours. There was a line of sweet on his forehead,his blonde curls draped over his eyes. He ran his fingers through his hair,brushing it into his eyes. “Let me see them.” You said,handing his clothes back to him.

He stood up,slipping his boxers on and jumping back into his jeans. “See what?” He asked,his hands sliding his belt into his belt loops. “Your eyes.” You responded,your eyes following his movements. He paused what he was doing,his fingers pushing his waves out of his eyes. You stared into them,like you were searching for something. “What?” He asked,sitting back down on the couch next to you. “Nothing.” You said,realsing a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “Goodnight.” He spoke,disappearing back upstairs.

#mgk #colson baker #machine gun kelly #fanfic #smut #oneshot #fic writing

46 notes · View notes