#I'm a little crossfaded
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So when your bio says "fluff slut" does "fluff" mean "soft, comforting writing" like I think it does?
Because some people might think that that's incompatible with monsterfucking, but I am here to tell you what you already know, which is that it is not.
And I can sprout and ooze and infect your asks with it if you'd like. I am the cuddliest gods-damned abomination there ever was.
Ooh well ya know I usually mean plush type of fluff like I REALLY like rubbing my carrot patch all over plushies and soft blankets but ohmygoodness how I love that interpretation and i hope you do plan to pump a few more infectious and salacious things into my ask 💕
#uhhmm#more please#I'm a little crossfaded#and a little needy#soooo#anons#mine.slime#nsft#teratophillia#exophilia
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i keep thinking like oh i'll take this weekend off bc i went to philly last weekend and the weekend before that and then my friend sends me a message like "there's this block party happening saturday and this person might be there" and i made a fool of myself in front of that person when i met them for the first time because i got too crossfaded and forgot to act like a considerate person like you know when you forget that the things that are happening to you are real so i want to make a better impression and then another friend says hey who wants to have a picnic on sunday and i think hey i could make babka then (2 day recipe) and suddenly i'm like well guess i'm booked for this weekend too
#alex talks#by the way? pretty fucked up that now that i'm going to parties i keep ingesting a lot of substances bc well i never did that in high school#i'm having fun but i'm realizing i need to take stock of how i'm feeling and ingest substances in a certain amount for a certain reason like#oh i want to get a little buzzed bc it's fun when im a little buzzed instead of just going crazy bc i can and it's good and then getting too#crossfaded and not being able to be engaged in conversation with someone#fucked up and EVIL i never do that i never take stock of what i'm feeling emotionally or physically i don't know how to i don't think about#my body unless i'm actively in pain i don't know how to figure out oh doing this much makes me feel like this and that's good i don't think#about it i just do it bc other people are doing it and it's there and it's new and it's fun 😭#i don't know how to tell i'm a little buzzed or im a little too high it doesn't make me feel anything physically it just makes me act#different but i don't think im acting different i need to act better bc im just acting. actually when i get too inebriated and can tell i'm#too inebriated to act like a normal person i say over and over im intoxicated im not like this normally i swear
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28. felt at total peace with themselves and everything around them.
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.
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Big Mama Pt. 3
Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC
Wordcount: +4.7K
Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, teasing, no smut (alluding to sexual situations), heavily dialogue-centered, use of Daddy, Mama, and other pet names (lil' mama, pretty girl, good boy, etc.), fluff, angst, SA (touching, grabbing), mentions of dv & abuse, anxiety, trauma, physical fighting
A/N: I literally haven't written in years. I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.
Big Mama Pt. 1 => 🦋
Big Mama Pt. 2 => 🦋
“Girl, what the fuck do you mean you haven't called this man back?” my best friend Monica snapped at me. “I just needed to let one off. I was horny and tired of going on pointless ass dates,” I said groaning back at her.
We were walking into a party her on-again-off-again boyfriend, Jordan, was hosting. There were cars everywhere, and people littered the front lawn of the small house. The music was blasting from the backyard, and the noise consumed the quaint neighborhood.
A cloud of smoke spilled from the rear of the house and engulfed the porch and lawn like a dense fog. The combined thickness of the smoke from the barbecue grill and the heat from the ocean of bodies added to the intensity of the sweltering Southern heat. I was beginning to regret my decision to wear all black.
“You need yo’ ass beat. How the fuck do you let a man dick you down like that and let him get away?” Monica asked cutting across the lawn to enter through the side gate. “I just didn't want anything else,” I said shrugging my shoulders and following her closely. She opened the gate so that we could both walk in. “Look, Monnie. I’m not ready to even entertain a man and his bullshit,” I continued as I closed the gate behind us. “You could have at least kept him as a fuck buddy, ‘Vana, like seriously. Come on. Here we are living in a world where women die never even coming close to experiencing what you did, and you just let him disappear. Are you fuckin' crazy, girl?” she turned to grab my hand.
Monica was trying her hardest to pull us through the swarm of people. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her behind me. “Where are we going?” I asked. “Over by the gate. Jordan's waitin’ with his friends,” she said. I used one of my hands to hold her body flush with mine while the other gently pushed people out of the way.
Once we made it to the other side of the backyard, Monnie spotted Jordan. She pulled herself from my grasp and went to talk to him. He looked down at her and smirked. He was crossfaded. I knew what this meant for me. I would have to hear them go at it like animals all night or get a hotel room. Now, I will NEVER be jealous of my girl getting hers. Don't get me wrong. It's just that Monnie sounds like a “palm-colored🖐🏻” pornstar when she moans, and I only watch Ebony for a reason.
“Ah, shit,” I said palming my face. “What?” Monnie asked with her eyes still locked on Jordan. “I know what that face means. Jordan finna turn you every which way but loose!” I laughed out loud. Monnie looked at me and burst into laughter. Jordan pulled his cup to his lips and peeked over the rim at me. “As long as Monnie baby knows,” he said peering back at her. “Oouu, shit. Don't start with me, J!” Monnie said pulling him by his collar. They were chest to chest now.
“Just go in the damn house already!” I said laughing at the two of them. They were like two feral dogs in heat. They couldn't look at each other without lust taking over. This is an everyday thing for them. “Fuck it. Bye. See ya’!” Monnie said grabbing Jordan and pulling him towards the house.
“Nasty dogs,” I said laughing to myself. I stood with my back to the fence and began scanning the party. I couldn't find anyone I knew. I saw a guy who looked slightly familiar, and I assumed he was one of Jordan's friends. I looked him over trying to see if that was the connection. He was standing in a smaller crowd of men.
His head turned slowly, and his eyes caught mine. They were deep-set and a warm dark brown. He turned his body to face me. He was tall and dark-skinned. This man's skin was ebony in every facet of the word — smooth and shiny. He bit his lip and winked at me while running his hands across his low-cut Caesar.
I smiled back at him and waved shyly. He nodded back towards me. He leaned in closer to the group of men saying something that caused them to turn around. I instantly became a little uncomfortable and self-conscious. I hated male attention when they were in groups. It made me feel objectified.
He began to walk towards me with a slow and deliberate gait. His stride was graceful yet steady. His large frame cast a large imposing shadow across the ground. His lean upper body was struggling to hide beneath the thin fabric of his white T-shirt. He appears to be at least 6 feet tall. I've never had a type, but this man was doing something to me.
I pushed my back from the tall wooden fence. “How you doin’?” he said leaning over me. His hands were in his pockets. He pulled his hands out slowly and grabbed mine. “Fine, and you?” I asked looking up at him. “Better,” he said licking his lips. They were plump and pink. My eyes followed the movement of his tongue across his lips. “That's cute, love. I kinda feel like I know you from somewhere,” I said looking away from him. “Nah, I'd remember you fa’ sure,” he said smiling.
He leaned in closer to my ear. His breath was warm against my skin. “You right about that,” I said cocking my head to the side. He leaned up to look me directly in the eyes. “You a cocky sumthin’, ain't you?” he said laughing. “I like that shit,” he continued while smiling at me. “Cocky? Me?! Never, baby. I'm just a professional shit-talker. That's all,” I said laughing into his chest. “A professional shit talker? So, you enjoy talking shit, huh? What comes with that?” he asked shifting his weight to gently push me back against the fence.
I paused for a second. I pulled my bottom lip in, biting it lightly. “Fuck around and find out,” I said barely above a whisper. I made sure I was looking him directly in his eyes before I spoke. “Oouu, you… Lord, woman!” he laughed out loud. “See. I already got you calling for the Lord, and I ain't even touched you yet,” I giggled into my hand. He used his hand to play with the frizzy hair at the nape of my neck. I chose to wear my hair in a wash-and-go, but it was being destroyed by the humidity.
“So, what would happen if you touched me?” he asked tracing small circles on my scalp. “It depends. You wanna hear God, or do you wanna see him? I can do both if I like you,” I said placing my hand on his bicep. “Damn! That's how you comin’?” he asked grunting. “And I thought I was doing sumthin' with the stars and the moon,” he said placing his hand on my hip. “Maybe you just need a little encouragement,” I said rubbing up and down his arm. “Hmm, encouragement?” he questioned while raising a single eyebrow. “You know… just a little talking to get you through it,” I said resting my hand on his shoulder.
“Talk me through it then,” he replied as he gestured for me to continue. His hands were now on both sides of my hips. “We're in public. You sure you can handle that,” he said tilting his head again. I leaned in as close as I could. “Before I continue, do you like Big Daddy or Good Boy? I need to know for my pleasure,” I asked snaking my hand to the side of his neck. I used my thumb to stroke his jawline. “What's the difference?” he asked. “Well, if I'm taking care of business, you're a good boy. However, if you're taking care of business, it's Big Daddy. Understand?” I asked gripping the side of his neck firmly. “Mmmm… shit. I think I do,” he grumbled dropping his head. “No, baby. It's either you do, or you don't. I don't like indecisiveness,” I said angling his head back up so that his eyes met mine.
“What's your name, mama?” he asked. “Havana, but you can call me “Big Mama”,” I said snickering into my hand. “I’m Xavier, so you're Big Mama, huh?” he asked sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. His eyes were narrowing in on my lips. “That's only if you're nasty,” I laughed again. “Hmm… How nasty we talking?” he asked snaking his hands around my hips. “How nasty can you get, love?” I asked locking in.
He looked up at me like he was stunned by that question. “Ok. I don't usually repeat myself, but…” I said while moving gently from his grasp. “I'll be as nasty as you need me to be. How nasty can you get?” he asked. “Well, love. It depends on your performance. Energy is matched around here,” I said watching his eyes linger on me again.
*15 minutes later
Xavier and I had been talking the entire time. He seemed like a decent guy, but I didn't want to make the same mistake twice. I honestly feel like with Terry it was a “right place, right time” situation. That's never been my forte. I was usually much more careful and selective when it came to choosing sexual partners. We both share our STD status and the current number of active sexual partners. Moreover, the condom situation was even more of a fuck up for me. I normally supply them myself, so that men can't say shit about not having one. So, when I dropped the ball as badly as I did with Terry, it shook me a little. How could I have been that fucking careless?
“Uh oh, don't let her get you in trouble,” Jordan said while approaching. “Nigga, I'm not worried about that. My shit straight. What that got to do with anything?” Xavier said turning to dap up Jordan. “Where's Monnie?” I asked Jordan. “Inside. She’ll be out in a minute,” he said giggling and shrugging his shoulders. “Ok,” I said looking back at Xavier because his response to J sounded like a red flag. What was he not worried about? What shit was “straight”? Then, why did Jordan shrug like he was saying “whatever”? Was this man hiding something?
I pulled out my phone and texted Monnie. I asked her if she knew anything about Xavier. She asked why immediately. I texted her and told her we had been outside talking this whole time. The text she sent said it all.
Monnie: RUN BITCH! GET IN THE HOUSE NOW!
I immediately thought of a lie I could quickly tell Xavier. I needed to get to Monnie now! “Shit, Monnie needs me!” I said placing my phone back into my purse. “You good?” he asked leaning in and grabbing my chin so that I could face him. “Yeah, baby. Mama's fine. Be safe alright?!” I said loudly as I walked away. “What about your number?” he called out after me. “If we see each other again, I say it was meant to be,” I said winking at him.
I quickly pushed my way towards the rear entrance of the house. The sliding glass door was slightly ajar so that people could go in and out. I entered the door and was met with a cloud of weed smoke. Fuck, I hated that smell. I walked through the house and searched for Monnie. I sent her a text asking where she was.
Monnie: upstairs bedroom
I walked through the crowded living room and crossed the space to get the stairs. I was at the bottom when I felt hands grab my waist from behind. “Where you going, fine ass?” said a man's voice from behind me. “Please, don't do that,” I said removing his hands. I continued up the stairs without looking back. “Fat bitch!” he yelled at me from below. I turned around to see who was speaking. All I could say was, “Ugh!”
I turned back around to continue up the stairs. I located the door to the room where Monnie should be. I lightly knocked on the door before entering. “Fuck are you knocking for? Bring yo’ ass in here!” Monnie yelled through the door. “First of all, fuck you. Now, spill it. Tea time, hoe!” I said laughing as I entered the room.
Monnie was sitting on the bed waiting. I closed the door and locked it. I sat on the bed beside her. I turned my body so that I was facing her. “Girl, he ain't shit. Please, tell me you didn't give him your number?” she asked shaking her head. “Fuck no! Why?” I asked removing my crossbody and placing it on the bed beside me. “Well, for starters, this nigga has a basketball team of kids. He has 4 baby mamas, and there may be a fifth!” Monnie said chuckling. “Damn, 4 baby mamas, and how many kids?” I asked leaning over to rest my head on my palms under my chin. “I think 8. We don't know a for sure number,” she said casually. “The fuck do you mean by that. Do y'all not know a for sure number, or does he not know a for sure number?” I asked eagerly. “He doesn't know himself. He be fuckin' anything that let him. That's why his ass was burnin’ last month,” Monnie said laughing and slapping my shoulder.
That's when it hit me. If I had met Xavier last month instead of Terry, I would be burnin', too. “Burnin' from what?” I asked Monnie. I was serious now. “I think Chlamydia and Gonorrhea. He apparently got it from one of his baby mamas. The only reason we found out is because he gave it to his “situation”, and she came to his house while we were there and cussed his ass out. Girl! She let him have it,” Monnie said hollering at this point. “That's so foul, bro. We were literally outside talking hot shit and getting spicy—,” I said. “Oh, he hot shit alright?” she laughed.
*2 hours later
I had left the party around midnight. As I was driving home, I remembered I needed eggs and almond milk for tomorrow. I knew there was only one store still open this late at night. I honestly didn't feel like getting out again, so I decided against it.
As I was driving, I started to see construction signs. They all read different things— “detour ahead”, “road work ahead”, and “road closed to thru traffic”. The detour sign pointed to the right. That would throw off my entire drive because that meant I couldn't use the nearest entrance to get on the highway with the next one being miles out.
I grew annoyed but turned anyway. What choice did I have? The road was dark and empty. It was way too late at night to be forced to take detours. I was growing uncomfortable with the fact that there were no streetlights, and the road narrowed towards the end before a sharp blind curve. People weren't as careful coming around. Most hugged the middle taking up both lanes in the process.
As I approached, I slowed down almost to a stop. I slowly rolled through the corner hugging my side of the bend. Once I could see straight ahead, I noticed a truck on the side of the road. The hazards were on, but I didn't see anyone inside. As I got closer, my headlights beamed against the outline of a figure at the side of the truck near the rear tire. I could tell it was a man by the way his physique looked leaning against the truck's bed.
Getting closer, I began to watch him out of curiosity. His body leaned up, and he seemed to be turning around to look in my direction. He used his hand to shield his eyes from the glare of my headlights. That's when I saw it. The tattoo on the forearm looked like—— Terry's.
No, it couldn't be. There's no way a random detour put us in the same place at the same time again. The first time we met I wasn’t supposed to be at the store that day. I accidentally dropped all of the eggs I had and cracked them. I had a cake order to make, so I didn't have a choice but to go get more. Now, this.
I rolled down the passenger side window a little as I got closer. I cleared my throat while laughing to myself. I slowed to a stop as I got to the rear of the truck. He walked towards the car, but he didn't approach fully. “Need a ride, handsome. Don't want you out here stranded,” I said in the most country accent I could. The voice I used gave off backwoods barbie. “Nah, I'm good. Go on home,” he said trying to look through the crack of the window.
I could tell that the absence of streetlights and dark tints were working against him. He squinted a little more. “Oh, come on. I can't leave you out here with all these critters and weirdos. Might take advantage of ya’, hun,” I said trying not to laugh. “Your ol’ man let you pick up strangers this late at night?” he asked. I could sense he was becoming inquisitive. He was searching for any possible signs of this being a setup.
I rolled down the window all the way while hollering with laughter. “Who said we're strangers?” I asked him. His face displayed annoyance and relief. I saw his shoulders drop and his stance loosen. He approached the car fully leaning into the window. “Real funny,” he said smirking. “You looked scared for a second. I'm sorry. I realized it was you as I was coming up,” I replied with a smile.
“What you doin’ out so late, Mama?” he asked tilting his head. I scoffed and waited. He looked at me with a cold stare. He was waiting for an answer. I shrugged my shoulders casually. “Party with some friends,” I said hoping that he would stop staring at me so intensely. “Party, huh? I thought you didn't like parties,” he muttered under his breath. “I heard you, asshole. Yeah, a party. That's what I said, ain't it?” I said gripping the steering wheel tighter. “Watch that mouth,” he grunted lowly. His voice vibrated across the small space of the car. “Or what?” I asked looking over at him.
He stood up and pushed away from the car. He crossed his arms over his chest and shifted his body weight to one side. “I would say I'd put somethin’ in it, but me and you both know you'd like that, ‘Vana. Wouldn't you?” he shot back.
Touché, Terry. Touché.
“Coming or not?” I asked and gestured towards the passenger seat. He shook his head yes and walked towards the driver's side of his truck. He opened the door and grabbed his keys and a backpack. He walked back to my car to get into the passenger side. He opened the backseat first to place his backpack in. I could see the confidence in his step.
My eyes started to wander a bit. He was dressed in a gray T-shirt and dark-wash blue jeans. Slightly wet from sweat, his shirt clung to the muscles underneath. Every detail is etched into my memory. The deep cut of his abs. The veins in his biceps that popped out when he made even the slightest movements. The slight jiggle in his pecs.
Not this again. Get it together, Havana.
I turned to look away as he entered the car. Closing the door, he sank into the seat and sighed. “I’ve been out there for a while. Was about to walk back towards Miller to get closer to my place,” he said. I could feel his eyes on me. “Where were you going?” I asked eyes locked forward. “Randall's,” he said leaning over so that his arm was overtaking the center console. “Really?!” I asked loudly. “You'll live. Where you want me to put my hands? In my lap?” he asked his voice surging through the small space. “Or would you rather I put them in yours?” he chuckled. “Whatever!” I said pushing his chest and rolling my eyes. I put the car into gear and began to drive.
“Do you mind if I stop at Dixie? I needed to pick up some stuff for tomorrow,” I asked looking at him. “Nah. I mean it is where we first met,” he said smiling back at me. I rolled my eyes and continued to drive.
*15 minutes later
We walked through the store side-by-side. He was right on my ass. This man had no regard for personal space. “Do you have to be so close?” I asked pushing him away. “Oh, now you got a problem with it?!” he laughed throwing his head back. “Fuck you, Terry,” I said in a whisper low enough for only him to hear. “You sure you want that? You sure you can take it this time?” he questioned while getting closer to me. “You got jokes, huh? Remember this, sir. You may beat me when I'm on my back, but I can make you cry when I'm on my knees,” I said turning away from him. I heard him grunt and scoff. I peeked over my shoulder to see him smiling at me.
He walked away in the opposite direction. That was fine with me. I needed a small breather. Everything about Terry had me on edge, and the flashbacks from that night weren't helping.
I walked to the rear of the store where the dairy and produce were. I walked towards the coolers that contained the eggs. I picked up an 18-count for now and checked the crate for broken eggs. Finding none, I placed the eggs securely under my arm. I moved to the fridges right beside them to look for almond milk— unsweetened and vanilla. They were out. I moved to the next fridge and spotted regular unsweetened almond milk. Fine, that would have to do.
I opened the door to the fridge. A cold, crisp air whipped across my face. The milk rested on the bottom shelf. I leaned over to get it. As soon as I reached for the milk, I felt hands on my hips. “Hands off, Terry,” I said through gritted teeth. “Who's Terry?” asked a familiar voice. “Xavier!” I yelled almost dropping the eggs.
I whipped around and removed his hands from my hips. “Here we are again. You remember what you said? I think you owe me somethin’,” he said moving closer to me. “That was before I knew you lied to me,” I said pushing him back gently. I wanted to be assertive but not piss him off. As he got closer again, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. It was much stronger than it was before.
“The fuck did Monnie stupid ass tell you?” he yelled smacking his lips. “Look. She didn't say anything, love. Just…,” I said trying to push him away from me. His hands came up to my hips again. He gripped the tighter than the first time. “Hey, let me go!” I yelled. “Oh, come on. You one teasin’ ass bitch,” he yelled again slapping the eggs from under my arms. They hit the ground with a thud. The crate cracked open and egg yolks shot up all over the bottom of my skirt and all over my feet.
I tried to move again and sidestep away from his grasp but to no avail. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me back towards him. My body collided with his. He grabbed my arms and slammed me up against the cold glass of the fridge. My body bounced off from the impact.
His hand reached up as if he were going to hit me. I flinched in fear and closed my eyes. It's as if I stopped breathing while waiting for the hit to land. It never did. I opened my eyes to see Terry grabbing Xavier by his collar. They were close in height but Xavier appeared slightly bigger.
Terry pushed Xavier away from me. Terry threw the first punch immediately after. His hand collided precisely with Xavier's jaw. X’s head snapped sideways and his body flew backward. Terry watched him as he stumbled. “Don't you ever touch her again!” Terry growled closing in on Xavier as if he was going to hit him again. Xavier cowered and retreated without a word.
Terry turns back to look at me. His scowl sent shivers down my spine. “I didn't…,” I said struggling to breathe. “Hey, you okay? Mama, look at me!” Terry said grabbing the sides of my face. He angled my head so that I was looking up at him. I was trying not to cry, but I couldn't hold back the tears. “I'm sorry I froze,” I said gasping for air. “Ay, c’mere. Don't do that? Havana, breathe!” he said pulling me into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me hugging me tightly. I wasn't aware of anything around me at the moment.
My thoughts were all over the place. My mind was racing, and I couldn't form a complete thought. “Let’s go,” Terry said holding my hand. He placed the other on my lower back and guided me out of the store. “Keys,” he said into my ear while leaning over me from behind. “Huh?” I said being pulled from my daze. “I need your keys, baby girl,” he said placing his hands on my shoulder.
I reached into my purse and handed Terry my keys. “I know it's late, but I don't want you driving home like this. Do you feel comfortable going with me until you feel better?” Terry said walking around me so that he was now looking down at me. He placed his hands gently on the side of my face again. “’Vana, baby. Listen. You gotta answer me, mama. I need somethin' here,” he asked stroking my cheeks. I nodded as I began to cry again.
He placed his hand on my lower back and guided me to the passenger side door. He opened the door for me to get in. I slid past Terry and sat down in the seat.
The memories I had tried to forget came flooding back — my ex. I spaced out for a second. Terry opened the door and climbed in. He adjusted the seat to fit more comfortably to his height. He leaned over one final time and kissed my forehead. “Just promise me that you're okay?” he asked softly. “Yeah, I'm… I'm okay,” I said sniffling.
*20 minutes later
I stood in Terry's bathroom waiting for the shower to warm up. I was leaned back against the sink while fighting to remain consciously present. I hated it when things triggered me and brought me back to that place. I had worked so hard to never deal with this again. All those years of therapy, and for what? How could what this man did still take such a toll on me? Tonight, I felt like I regressed tremendously.
I stood up and walked to the glass shower door. I slid it open and reached in to feel the water. It was more than ready. I just wanted to get in and wash away all of tonight—all of the egg yolks, all of the fear, all of the anxiety, all of it.
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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 ? "
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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
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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I Humbly ask about this post
specifically your mountain dick hc's
ooh u got me giggling rn /silly
I'm a mountain ghoul lover at heart, ask and u shall receive :3
SO. MOUNTAIN. RIGHT.
I stand by it, as fun as third leg Mounty is I also love the concept of him kinda avoiding sex topside initially, bc he was small. Smaller than he was in the Pits, at least. Not as proportional as he expected. And c'mon, that's a blow to a guys ego!
His shyness didn't last long - ended up getting crossfaded during their first tour and slept with Dew and Aether.
Nowadays he's way less shy, and loves the humiliation sometimes. The other ghouls adore teasing him for his little dick, even if all of them agree they love it. Even if it isn't proportional to his size, it's a nice, comfortable mouthful. Its nice to take someone's whole length and not even come close to gagging!
But proportional Mountain? Guh. My thing Aru included was a lil silly joke but it's also. Kinda endearing. Has allotted areas hes secure to have sex in - usually a bed or couch, the floor works but it hurts his back usually.
Again, the first time he had sex with Dew and got lightheaded, he wasn't expecting it and actually did fall. He walked into his room to the very very pretty water ghoul splayed across his bed nude, waiting for him, and got so hard so fast he dropped.
After Dew calmed down from the initial panic of seeing Mountain faint, he now holds it over his head. Constantly. Brags that he got the big guy so horny he passed out. Swiss doesn't believe him initially until Mountain shyly agrees that, yeah, it did happen that way.
Big dick mountains absolutely proportional to his height - not too thick though. Definitely a LOT for the shorter ghouls to take comfortably - in his existence topside, only Rain and Dew have been able to deepthroat him, and nowadays Dew struggles due to his half-sealed gills.
Phantom tried, once, and ended up losing his voice for a few days. Was not a fun cleanup.
Definitely doesn't have any piercings but has thought about them. Knows Dew or Ifrit would GLADLY pierce him, but he doesn't know if he'd be able to handle the sensitivity after that. He's already a quick shot to begin with, always so eager to please.
No one else comes close to his length, Swiss loves to compare his size to toys of monster dicks.
ofc even if he's a big boy in every way, he loves bottoming. Likes to lose control for a bit and let someone else handle him. Spent a few months topside, not entertaining being a bottom til Aether coaxed him into trying. He loves being a pleaser, and will use every part of himself if need be.
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hnnnnggnh i just scrolled through your blog and saw your tummy pics…holy SHIT i could go in on your thighs for hours. when was the last time someone grabbed you by those hips and made you theirs? a pretty boy like you certainly deserves the attention
<333 so glad you enjoyed them pretty boy!! this kinda attention is better than being crossfaded I swear to god. haven't had someone make me theirs in a while, but I'm sure you can do that, no?
little gift since it's tummy tuesday anyways
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✨Fic Writing Review 2023✨
Tagged by the incomparable @greatunironic and my beloved @wynnyfryd.
Words and Fics
58, 889 words published on ao3
Plus at least 14,975 or so words of unpublished things that are started and incomplete.
At least 30 new ideas and/or WIPs.
8 published fics on ao3 + some new additions to the drabble/ficlet collection + many tumblr fics/microfics
One completed collab with @sparkle-fiend and one collab (two really) with @sparklyslug in the works
Two monsterfucker fics influenced by the Steddie FanExpo NoLa crew and getting crossfaded as fuck in the French Quarter after meeting Guiseppe Quintilliano.
Top 3 by kudos
Cassiopeia, Orion, Bootes (aka he was a gator boi) Like I Always Do (post-starcourt hurt comfort) Nothing Hurts (Like Your Mouth) (oops! all monsters. vamp eddie and were steve banging in a mausoleum)
Fandom Events in 2023
Lex's Spicy Six Spring Fanworks Challenge
Multiple @steddiemicrofic challenges: read here.
Upcoming Projects
Two Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang fics. Hilariously, neither of them are Steddie as the main pairing, but I think at least one is likely to hit novella length. I can't say a lot due to secrecy, but I feel safe saying one is a gen fic and one is f/f.
One tiny baker!steve/rockstar!eddie collab with @sparklyslug, hopefully out this holiday season.
One bigger collab with @sparklyslug in the spring if we keep our enthusiasm together long enough.
Will keep trying to plug away at the witches fic. I have, admittedly, lost some enthusiasm for them but I do know where the story is going. If you love this one, please be loud at me but in a non-demanding way lmao. I need you.
Two Fandom Trumps Hate fills of at least 10k for @withacapitalp and my dearest, Andi.
Eddie Bio project.
???Who Knows??? But there will probably be monstercock involved.
Some personal chat, rules, and tags under the cut.
Doing some oversharing because I'm starting to think it's vital that we all are honest about our struggles so we don't feel alone and so we know we're not failures. We're just people.
It's been a low production year for me. It's been a difficult year in general, but sometimes change is hard even when it's change you need.
Over half my year was eaten up with job hunting, moving, and trying to adjust while feeling the depressive effects of not having a local friend/support network yet or enough money for whatever the fuck the economy is, esp in this area relative to my salary. A good deal of my body of works for 2023 were written pre-move. Hell, a good deal of them were written in the first quarter. (Which, btw, shout out to anyone else who often feels a bittersweet sort of regret at not being productive in the current internet environment where you feel like you're old news if you can't keep up an unsustainable output. I love you, same, it's prob not true anyway, and here are 200 forehead kisses. <33) All of that said, I'm feeling much better lately. I've been reading again. Writing again. Feeling like I'm living again. I'm looking forward to another arbitrary border of time and on filling that border with joy, especially queer joy and weird joy and the intersection of both of those. As they say: let's fucking gooo.
I still love it here. I know steddie won't be forever for me, just like other ships before them weren't forever for me. But I'm having fun and have been really enjoying some of the connections made in this little sandbox.
On that note:
Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please do eat glass, I’ve heard it’s good for your gums. Tagging, even though I know some people have already been tagged: @sparklyslug, @wormdebut, @banannabethchase, @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @messessentialist @rainbow-nerdss @plutosrose @thefreakandthehair and anyone else. @ everyone who keeps this fandom rippin' and roarin', kissing you, kissing you, kissing you
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stoner strawhats
luffy
only smokes at banquets and even then not a lot
has accidentally eaten a shitton of edibles in one sitting
when he does smoke he thinks he’s capable of rolling a joint but ends up spilling most of it and sits in the dirt picking up bits because sanji is making him.
loves to surprise shotgun ppl, specifically jimbei
got blown up like a balloon at a banquet once, greened out. (cred to milkyyawns)
zoro
prefers to get drunk
says he only gets drunk because “he’s a swordsman.” doesn't elaborate.
got high with sanji that one time bc i'm a filthy zosan shipper
sanji
has been smoking since he was 15 bc of the cooks on the baratie
first time he rolled a joint it was shitty thin little thing that all the cooks laughed at, obsessively practiced for months in private and then dropped a perfect joint in a circle
pairs strains/herbs to complement the meal
obvs makes the edibles
offers to shotgun the ladies at any moment he can
actually smokes regularly
nami
only takes edibles around the guys
knows how to pack a bowl but only does when smoking w just robin
started on kokoyashi w nojiko
only knew how to smoke a pipe until usopp showed her a bong
usopp
resident joint roller/bowl packer because he’s fashioned so many tools to make it quick and easy
also regularly smokes (sanuso bonding moment)
teaches most of the crew how to use a bong
makes makeshift pipes regularly
chopper
they never smoke around him but he knows as their doctor
makes sure to have herbs to help the lungs
cries if they don’t use cbd to make it less harsh on the throat
robin
mostly only smokes w nami but sits in the circle
is usually putting chopper to bed while it happens
tells ppl when they're camping
helps pass the bong w her devil fruit power if the circle is spaced too much
usopp's joint rolling apprentice
loves talking abt edible science w sanji
franky
this man takes DABS. he’ll do a massive one then get in the fucking zone when making a new weapon or tool
will smoke a full bowl in one hit.
knows how to roll a joint from before the accident but couldn’t again until he made his mini hand
if you think franky and icebarg didn’t get over fights without smoking a bowl abt it ur a fool
brook
fascinated with all the forms to consume weed, especially in comparison to the shitty ditch weed he and his old crew smoked out of a potato.
doesn’t smoke often
prefers blunts & can roll a damn good one
loves learning weed science with robin
jimbei
noticed franky’s high tolerance and started doing dabs w him
when he does smoke flour he hotboxes
gets crossfaded at banquets
has rolled a 1 oz joint for his birthday (creds to milkyyawns)
massive bong like taller than chopper
first to offer sanji a joint or bowl after a fight with zoro
#one piece#strawhats#roronoa zoro#sanji#monkey d. luffy#usopp#one piece nami#jimbei#nico robin#franky#stoner au#tony tony chopper#brook one piece
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Omg crossfaded soft cuddly little sierra
hey I'm actually just drunk tonight, not high
I could fix that though....
#eh not actually going to#ive lowkey been using edibles as sleep aides recently and that is NOT a good habit
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Finally-official-devlog #112
Also known as FOD112 hi-ho, Wudge here.
Gosh there's just. So much. I'm actually drafting this devlog a few days early so that I'm not suddenly overwhelmed on devlog Tuesday again. But without further ado-
This is the big cheese right here -- each character has their own layer, each character's clothes and expressions have their own layers, and there's a separate layer for the soft orange lighting on top of it all. 😭
On that note, here's most of the individual image files that create the CG with their powers (and my code) combined:
And since this is a cropped version of a BIGGER CG (featuring ALL the love interests sitting together), I had to tinker with the position code a great deal to properly feature these three goons Of course it was worth it of course twas merely at the cost of all my energy and sanity at the prospect of eventually possibly also adding in blinks and expression changes--
Mad props as usual to the sweetwonderfulamazing Remnantation who first completed this CG -checks watch- sometime last year! With some additional edits by me since then~
And, did you happen to notice something new in the lower right?
Tadah... a brand new click-to-continue icon animation! I made (mostly) all by myself! The lil sparkle burst is free from production crate, but I drew the star and added the rotation code... ... Honestly, the hardest and most time-consuming part of this was finalizing the design. Originally I was gonna make it rotate 45 degrees, flip, rotate 45 more degrees, flip, etc-- and messed with that concept for several hours before scrapping it for a simpler, more graceful idea. :| Part of the process, I gots to tell myself, part of the process...
Next up is Jade's powers, as you may have seen in the preview last week. Much like the CTC animation, I did a lot of research on other ideas - various glowing VFX like vertical veins across the cheeks and smoky rising from the eyes, as well as a bigger low opacity character zoom effect - before settling on something simple. Jade's power usage here is... pretty mild in context, and I figure I can always store the more dramatic animations for later in the story.
Here's a still of the effect btw:
Her eyes look like headlights lmaooo. Honk honk!
Do I have more to update with? Believe it or not, yes.
I made some icons, which took a fair amount of trial and error: on the left you'll see an earlier draft, on the right are my more final redesigns from the same day(...night. midnight. I worked on these until midnight).
I had to look up some guidelines because most of my previous icons did NOT look good or legible when sized down to 50x50 pixels. What I learned was, tadah, I had to draw with an unprecedented line width of 200 pixels! (For non-artists: I typically draw with a pen width of 12 pixels at most).
I also studied the icon styles of Persona 5, which saved me a lot of time - they had a cool stylistic choice of diagonally tilted color blocks and thick black outlines.
Here's yet another gif of icons in action...
Did you see them? Did you?? For a split second, in the upper right.... Still gotta adjust some of the text overlap, don't look at that.
Oh and the "How to play" page is brand new. I coded it from scratch... That also took all night...
... Oh. Oh. And remember your MC's phone?
This old thing? Yeah. Visual upgrade:
Also rendered and colored in by Rem <3 Where would I be without them...!
The text, though, can be updated in code!!!! I spliced the phone into layers, with the screen on top and code-generated text just below it, so I can update the caller ID at any point in-game without making any new images.
Took a little while to get it to work... honestly it doesn't look 100% centered... but it's fine. This is fine...
And then... more code. After much tears, blood and strife, I got a musical crossfade to work. It shouldn't have been challenging but it was a nightmare -- when calling the crossfade the second track would either not play at all or its volume wouldn't change and I was starting to develop a preference for eating gravel. But I persisted, found a much simpler code that actually works. After the tearsbloodstrife.
And...... lastly... I simplified this big block of code:
vbox: pos (269, 76) add "sprites/MC/mc[mc_number].png" hbox: if mc_number ==1: text "DEFAULT" style "MC_label_text" elif mc_number ==2: text "LAVENDER" style "MC_label_text" elif mc_number ==3: text "PETUNIA" style "MC_label_text" elif mc_number ==4: text "SUNFLOWER" style "MC_label_text" else: text "TBD" style "MC_label_text"
...(not properly indented bc tumblr is mean 2 me)...
down to these lines, to make my future life easier:
default PrintMC = ["Default", "Lavender", "Petunia", "Sunflower", ""]
text PrintMC[mc_number] style "MC_label_text"
Two!!! lines!!!!!
🎊
Instead of typing out additional if/else lines, I only need to add new names to the PrintMC list. Won't really affect the player at all, but it's a HUGE quality of life update for me!
...Anyway that's it, thank you for checking in. <3
Stay safe and keep warm,
Wudge.
PS screw it I'm gonna queue post this early.
PPS have you listened to our composer's new single yet? No?!?!?!
youtube
Every click, every listen helps, and every song of his is a BOP that deserves recognition!
ok that's all for real now xoxoxo,
wudge (again)
#herotome update#interactive fiction#oelvn#visual novel#otome game#english otome#otome#amare game#amare#amareteabreak#indie otome#indie dev#indie game#Youtube
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can you please do a dallas winston angst where reader is going through a depressive ep? and they aren't in a relationship but they also aren't friends (like a romantic connection type thing)
OOO I LOVE THIS! Also if any of you are going through a state of depression, I want you to know that it will be okay. Just keep trying and you will eventually get to wherever you wanna go! <3 Also I'm gonna make this like a depressive ep bc she's sick of Dallas not making up his mind about if he wants to be with her or not. Hope that's okay :).
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ────── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚.
❝ And what I really meant to say is I'm sorry for the way I am. ❞ (also the song is "Cold- Crossfade" <3)❝ Cause I'm pretty when I cry. ❞ (Song- pretty when I cry -Lana del ray.)
Dallas wandered around town, seeing you at the diner so he thought he'd come see you.
Big mistake.
All the flirty and playful banter that you two used to share wasn't there when he flashed you a smile and you had yet to wipe your tears.
"Hey Y/n. Whatcha doin' all by yourself?" He said, his accent already making you sick to your stomach.
You loved his accent. But today you didn't wanna see him.
You didn't wanna hear him.
"Trying to get away from people. So if you'd be my little helper and go away." You said, looking out the window of the diner.
He stayed quiet for a bit, trying to search for reasons why you could be acting like this.
"You gonna keep staring? You heard what I said. Get lost." You snapped, pushing him out the booth seat.
He was kinda shocked, pony and Johnny stood in the background, wondering why their best friend was acting so mean.
"You okay y/n? I don't mean to stick around after you told Dallas not to. But I'm a bit worried." Johnny spoke softly to you.
You looked at him plainly before rummaging through your purse.
"I'm alright Johnny. Just- here." You hand him and Ponyboy a few dollars, telling them to go get a snack from the counter.
They didn't wanna walk away, but they knew it was better to leave you alone so you didn't get upset again.
Dallas watch as you avoided his stare.
"Doll-"
"Don't call me that, Dal." You say as you play around with your French fries.
He looked at you with confusion.
"I've been calling you that since we met, whats up with you?" He says, anger obvious in his voice, now getting fed up with your cold shoulder.
"Dallas. I don't mean to sound like a bitch but I don't really give a damn. You come in and sweep me off my feet but then when theres a time where we should be together, you brush me off like some dirt. Make up your mind, Dal." you said as your old tears began to be replaced with new ones.
He looked at you, and you couldn't tell if he was angry. He tried to keep you calm, in fear of other people seeing the scene the two of you are causing.
"Doll I do love you-"
"Do you though?"
He banged his fist on the table, making you jump slightly. He noticed and wrapped his arm around you, not wanting to come off to harsh.
"Yes. I do love you and you know I do. But are you sure you wanna be with me? I'm not boyfriend material and you know that."
You rolled your eyes, a smile threatening to shine through.
"Im sure dal." You hugged him tightly, in hopes of him wanting the same thing.
He kissed your forehead softly, before grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the booth.
You looked up at him confused as he wiped away your recent tears with a smile on his face.
"Lets go the the drive in tonight, yeah?" He said, twirling your hair.
You were deeply in love with him. And you didn't care anymore if this was another sick trick. You would fall for it over and over just for him.
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unsure if every post on my dash rn is profoundly beautiful/insightful/funny/erotic or if it's just that i'm a little crossfaded and sipping a cocktail and singing along with a loud and indulgent playlist while i scroll. either way, what bliss
#m#okay so in fact today has been kind of terrible.#though nothing bad happened— just the misc swords hanging over me & stymieing my stubborn appreciation of small delights.#this moment is nice.#i’m wrestling with the despair#maybe by sunrise i’ll have won.#there is much pain in the world but not in this club etc
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