#beefro prompt challenge

[beefrobeefcal]

The Glandolorian November Prompt Challenge

In honor of the newest P-boy joining the roster, let's ignore him and give Mr. Djarin Din some time to shine - with The Glandolorian!

We are opening it up to non-fic submissions, too! Want to participate? Post your Mando in the Colosseum submission by November 30th with the hashtag #the glandolorian 2024 and tag me - @beefrobeefcal.You can also send me the link to your submissions via direct msg or in my inbox.

VISUAL ARTS SUBMISSIONS MUST INCLUDE:

Mando in a gladiator role of sorts

The following wording: I saw what you did there, and that was NOT the way.

Dieter Bravo (or reference to) must be incorporated somehow

IF MANDO/DIN/MR>DJARIN IS NOT YOUR BAG, YOU CAN SWAP OUT FOR AN ALTERNATE: Late 1990's Xerox Commercial Pedro

FIC SUBMISSIONS MUST INCLUDE:

Mando in a gladiator role of sorts

The following wording: I saw what you did there, and that was NOT the way.

Dieter Bravo must be mentioned or referenced at least once.

IF MANDO/DIN/MR.DJARIN IS NOT YOUR BAG, YOU CAN SWAP OUT FOR AN ALTERNATE: Late 1990's Xerox Commercial Pedro

Let the games begin,

Beefro👌🥩💜

[beefros-sin-bin]

NOXY. NOOOOOOOOOXY. NOT ONLY IS FRANKIE FUCKIN FINE, BUT... BUT i AM HERE AND i AM A MENACE. i AM KIKI. KIKI IS ME.

10/10 beef. no wait... 1000000034/10 beefs

I NEED Y'ALL TO READ THIS. NOXY WORKED SO HECKIN' HARD ON IT. I LOVE IT. I WANT TO PUNCH A HOLE IN MY WALLS JUST SO I CAN PRINT THIS FIC OUT AND USE THE PAGES TO COVER THE HOLES WITH MODGE-PODGE. I WANT TO EAT MY OWN FIST.

Happy Ending [masterlist]

Francisco Morales x F!Reader

Summary: Frankie’s spent the last twenty years with you on his mind. He’s watched a video you put in his pocket the last time he saw you more times than he can count. Have you been thinking of him too?

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, SLOW BURN, time skip (~20 years), friends-to-lovers, this is 100% from Frankie’s POV - refers to main female character/reader as “you”, she is physically described in some ways (shoulder-length hair, hair long enough to pull back, wearing glasses, having freckles and scars, wearing form-fitting clothing, being shorter than Frankie, Frankie is able to pick her up, reader’s pubic hair is described), reader has a definitive age - there is a 2.5 year age gap between her and Frankie, reader engages in different forms of sex work, talk of drugs and addiction, mention of the reader having children, talk of breakups and divorce, addiction issues causing estrangement from children, talk of death and grief, mention of TF canon death, general warning for any/all sex acts, a little bit of spanking🧀

Part I (5608)

Part II (4184)

Part III (3792)

Part IV (4028)

Part V (4292)

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Thank you to @iamasaddie for their prompt: "It's Always Been You" when I chose "slutty little knee" in their writing challenge 2.0 - I am SO sorry this is VERY late, but I took on a monster of a project (my own fault.) Thank you for your help over the last week, I could NOT have finished this without you - @strang3lov3 - you helped me come up with the idea, made me this amazing moodboard, made my summary.... you kinda did everything. Except write it I guess, I did that part. You're so amazing and I'm so lucky to have you in my corner. I love you. (and big thanks to @beefrobeefcal and @covetyou for the motivation and beta-reading)

[drewharrisonwriter]

Softer

Status: One Shot, Complete.

Pairings: No Outbreak Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary: Marriage has been good to Joel—he’s happier, softer, and maybe a little pudgier.

Word Count: 1,592 words

Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+), dirty talk, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (hehe), mentions of weight gain, body appreciation, strong language

A/N: This fic was written for @beefrobeefcal’s Married Joel Sits on You Challenge! Am I too late for this challenge? 😅 Please forgive me for any mistakes, English is not my first language and it's my first time joining such a challenge, and I utterly enjoyed it. Thank you so much Beefro for this 💖

The prompt was: "Marriage had been good to Joel. His mental health and financial stability had improved, and he seemed overall a happier person. The only drawback seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline."

P.S. Do you enjoy my writing? If so, I’d truly appreciate any support through comments, likes, and reblogs! If you’re able, donations or writing commissions would also mean the world to me as I’m currently managing everything from my phone due to financial constraints. You can donate here or DM me your commission ideas. Thank you so much for your love and support! 💜

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Joel adjusted his sunglasses, glancing at his reflection in the mirrored elevator walls. It was late afternoon, and they’d just come back up from the beach to their hotel room. He scratched his beard, tugging his shirt down over his belly, feeling the fabric cling just a little too snugly.

Tommy’s teasing echoed in his mind. "You packin’ some extra cargo these days, big brother?" The little shit had poked his side earlier as they lounged by the beach, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world.

"Asshole," Joel muttered under his breath.

You glanced up at him, curious. "What’s that, honey?"

Joel shook his head, giving you a half-smile. "Nothin’, sweetheart. Just thinkin'." He hooked an arm around your waist, pulling you close as the elevator doors slid open. You walked out together, your hand slipping down to his lower back as you strolled through the quiet hallway.

“Tommy’s words still botherin’ you?” you asked softly, your voice coming off with gentle teasing. You gave his belly a playful squeeze. “He’s full of shit, Joel. I love you like this. Tommy don’t know what he’s talkin’ about.”

Joel grunted in response, though a small smile tugged at his lips. He didn’t say anything as you continued walking, but you could feel the tension in his body slowly easing under your touch.

Once you reached your suite, Joel swiped the keycard, and you both rushed inside, quickly locking the door behind you. You double-checked the lock, raising an eyebrow at him. “You sure you locked it, Joel? You know how those girls are… Wouldn’t put it past Sarah or Ellie to barge in at the wrong moment.”

Joel let out a low chuckle, his hands finding your waist as he pulled you close. “I ain’t paid this much for a vacation just to get interrupted when I’m tryin’ to make another baby with my hot wife,” he murmured, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. “Trust me, darlin’. That door ain’t budging.”

A playful grin tugged at your lips as you teased, “Baby, aren’t you a little old for a newborn?”

Joel cut his eyes at you, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re real funny, you know that?” He dipped his head, brushing his lips against yours. “Doesn’t matter how old I am. If it were up to me, I’d keep you pregnant all the damn time.”

Your body flushed at his words, the heat between you flaring with the roughness in his tone. “Yeah?” you whispered, your voice thick with need. “You’d keep me pregnant, huh?”

Joel’s hands slid down to your ass, squeezing as he pulled you close. “Damn right. We could start right now if you want,” he growled, kissing the side of your neck. “Or maybe after a couple more vacations like this one.” His lips traveled lower, sucking a mark just beneath your ear.

Your breath caught as you smiled, running your fingers through his hair. “I don’t mind more vacations first,” you teased, your hands wandering down his back as the two of you continued to make out as you made your way toward the bed.

Joel’s large frame practically caged you in as he guided you down onto the plush mattress. You tugged at his shirt, pulling it off as he hovered over you, his body solid and warm. His fingers made quick work of your bikini top, tossing it aside.

As he leaned over you, your hand ghosted over his once-firm stomach. Marriage had been good to Joel. His mental health and financial stability had improved, and he seemed overall a happier person. The only drawback seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline.

“You look so good…” you hummed. 

Joel’s expression softened for a moment, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he kissed you. “You mean I’ve gone fat?” He grinned before leaning in, his lips grazing your ear.

You laughed, cupping his face. “I love it,” you assured him, pulling him in for another kiss, deeper this time.

As you kissed, Joel’s hand slid between your legs, fingers dipping into the wet heat between your thighs. “Goddamn, baby,” he groaned against your mouth, his fingers teasing your entrance before sliding two thick digits inside you, curling them just right.

Your body jerked at the sensation, and you whimpered softly, “Jesus, Joel!” It’s pretty good and scary at the same time that he knows exactly where and where to curl his fingers inside you to hit that soft spot that makes you see stars. 

His fingers worked inside you, while drawing slow circles on your clit with his thumb that had your hips bucking up toward him. “So needy,” he murmured, “But you’re gonna have to wait, sweetheart. Wanna take my time with you.”

You gasped, head falling back against the bed as he worked you over, his free hand holding your hip steady. The rough pad of his thumb brushed over your clit, and the pressure was just enough to send sparks flying through your body. “Fuck, Joel…”

Joel growled, his mouth closing over your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple before sucking it into his mouth. You moaned at the sensation, your body arching into his touch as his fingers continued their slow, torturous rhythm inside you.

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging hard as the pleasure built deep in your core. He kissed his way back up to your lips, his beard rough against your skin as he murmured, “You’re gonna cum for me, baby. But not yet.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and your body trembled beneath him as he finally pulled his fingers out, leaving you gasping for breath.

“I need you, Joel,” you whimpered, your voice trembling with need. “Please…”

Joel positioned himself between your legs, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. “You’re gonna take every inch of me, darlin’,” he rasped, his voice thick with lust. “Gonna bury myself so deep inside you, I’ll be the only thing you can feel.”

With one slow, deliberate thrust, Joel buried himself to the hilt, his cock stretching you wide as his blunt tip kissed your cervix. You gasped, your hands flying to his shoulders, clinging to him as he held himself still, giving you a moment to adjust.

“Fuck, baby,” Joel groaned, his forehead pressed against yours as he began to move, each slow thrust hitting deeper than the last. “You feel so good… so fuckin’ tight around me.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he picked up the pace, his cock dragging against every nerve inside you, setting your body on fire. “Joel…” you gasped, your voice breathless.

He leaned down, his lips closing over one of your nipples again, swirling his tongue around the hardened peak before sucking hard. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core, and you moaned, your hips rolling up to meet each of his thrusts.

Joel groaned, his hand sliding between your bodies to rub slow circles on your clit. “Cum for me, baby,” he growled, his voice rough and commanding. “Wanna feel you cum all over my cock.”

Your body responded instantly, the tension snapping as your orgasm crashed over you. You cried out, your walls clenching tight around him, your vision going white as a wave of pleasure rippled through you.

Joel’s hips stuttered as you came, and with a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt one last time, his cock pulsing as he filled you with his release. He collapsed on top of you, both of you panting and trembling from the intensity of it all.

After a few moments, Joel gently rolled off you, still catching his breath as he sat up on the edge of the bed. “Don’t move, darlin’,” he murmured, brushing a kiss to your forehead before disappearing into the bathroom. He returned moments later with a warm, damp towel, gently cleaning you up with tender strokes.

“C’mere,” Joel whispered, tossing the towel aside and pulling you into his arms. You curled up against his chest, his warmth and steady heartbeat lulling you into a blissful daze. He kissed the top of your head, his large hand rubbing slow circles on your back. 

“You okay, sweetheart?”You smiled sleepily, nuzzling into his chest and just humming your reply. 

Joel chuckled, brushing a hand through your hair. “Good thing we locked that door. Last thing I need is Sarah or Ellie walkin’ in while we’re busy.”

You snickered, burying your face into his chest with a soft laugh. “We’ve done a good job avoidin’ that so far.”

Joel sighed contentedly, running his hand along your back. “Yeah, but I swear, if they catch us one day, Tommy’s gonna have a field day. He’s already givin’ me shit about puttin’ on a little weight.”

You laughed harder, resting your chin on his chest as you looked up at him, your hand slowly sliding down to his soft belly. “This pudge’s the proof you’re enjoyin’ yourself, Joel.”

Joel chuckled, his chest rumbling as he pulled you closer. “Hell, maybe you’re right,” he admitted with a smirk. “Can’t say I’m complainin’, though.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I love you like this. Softer, but still strong.”

Joel squeezed you gently, his voice quieter. “Feels good, don’t it? Finally bein’ able to enjoy things.” 

You could only hum in response. You let sleep take you, safe in the warmth of his arms.

[beefrobeefcal]

it's November 1st and that means it's time for

I am hype for this one and already working on my contribution! Can't wait to see what comes to the table this month and happy creating, friendos!

Beefro👌🏻🥩💜

no pressure tag list: @noxturnalnymph @whocaresstillthelouvre @the-mandawhor1an @mando-abs @goodwithcheese

@sawymredfox @tinytinymenace @secretelephanttattoo @strang3lov3 @perotovar

@bitchesuntitled @missredherring @burntheedges @hellfire-state-of-mind @thischarmingmandalorian

@survivingandenduring @heareball @schnarfer @clawdee @pedges-world

@pedge-page @nerdieforpedro @604to647 @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog @punkshort

@maggiemayhemnj @sixhours

[beefrobeefcal]

The Glandolorian November Prompt Challenge

In honor of the newest P-boy joining the roster, let's ignore him and give Mr. Djarin Din some time to shine - with The Glandolorian!

Art Submissions:

The Winner Takes It All by @missredherring

Force and Glory by @yopossum

[beefrobeefcal]

MARRIED JOEL SITS ON YOU September Fic Prompt Challenge

To bid the summer farewell and celebrate the coming of Cuffing Season, I'd like to welcome you to join me in sin & get sat upon by Joel Miller.

Want to participate? Post your Married!Joel-Sat-Upon fic by September 30th with the hashtag #joel sat on me 2024 and tag me - @beefrobeefcal. You can also send me the link to said fic via direct msg or in my inbox.

FICS MUST INCLUDE:

Joel is married (does not have to be married to reader, y/n or person being sat upon)

The following wording: Marriage had been good to Joel. His mental health and financial stability had improved, and he seemed over all a happier person. The only drawback seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline.

Happy writing!

Beefro👌🥩💜

all about beef

taglist for those who may be interested: @strang3lov3 @noxturnalpascal @whocaresstillthelouvre @jennaispunk @weregirlbyknight

@yopossum @ace-turned-confused @bitchesuntitled @timelordfreya @maggiemayhemnj

@goodwithcheese @rebel-held @gwendibleywrites @romanarose @xdaddysprincessxx

@artsy-girl-76 @wintrwinchestr @deathsholywaterr @merz-8 @slutsoutgutsout @covetyou

[beefrobeefcal]

MARRIED JOEL SITS ON YOU September Fic Prompt Challenge

To bid the summer farewell and celebrate the coming of Cuffing Season, I'd like to welcome you to join me in sin & get sat upon by Joel Miller. Don't forget to tag me + use the tag #joel miller sat on me 2024 when you post!

Fics:

Snug by @yopossum

I Found My Place in This World (It's in Your Wake) by @sofmoth

Poolside by @whocaresstillthelouvre

La Comida Esta Hecha Y Hay Que Comer by @timelordfreya

Joel Takes A Strap by @romanarose

Make Daddy Proud by @evolnoomym

Peach and Apple Pie by @pedges-world

be gentle with your soft body by @tinytinymenace

More to Love by @maggiemayhemnj

Sickening Desire by @ace-turned-confused

Softer by @bitchesuntitled

Trial & Error by @dc418writes

Softer by @drewharrisonwriter

A Sunday Kind of Love by @jennaispunk

Married Joel Sits on You by @beefrobeefcal

this is an ever growing list - will be updated as more fics come out!

all about beef

[beefrobeefcal]

beef has something big coming for november’s prompt…

[beefrobeefcal]

THIS. IS. AMAZING!!!

GOOD GOD I NEVER KNEW I WANTED AN OMEGAVERSE DIN DIETER MASH UP AND NOW I WILL NEVER KNOW PEACE

🥵🫠🥩💜 thank you to your brain for hearing GLANDS!!

Din Djarin x Dieter Bravo

Gladiator x A/B/O AU

Dieter is the Emperor and Din is his favorite gladiator. Something, something, there's a competition to marry the Emperor and produce heirs for the empire. Din and Dieter can feel the connection, even in the chaos of the coliseum.

When Din is seriously injured Dieter sneaks away to visit him. They spend the night together, talking, fucking, getting to know each other, fucking, and dreaming about running away.

What're their designations? It's a secret.

Look. @beefrobeefcal said "The Glandolorian" and my brain said "glands, you know, like in A/B/O." Then it reminded me of @perotovar's fic Platinum Tier that also has some DinxDieter A/B/O goodness.

(Pls forgive me for not matching the phrasing completely. 🥲)

There's something about Acacius' gold/white outfit being Dieter and his black/red outfit being Din, and then Dieter wearing Din's red cloak that makes me feral.

[beefrobeefcal]

Married Joel Sits on You feat. Joel Miller

Summary: Joel has a question for you. My contribution to my own Married Joel Sits on You challenge.

No Outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader | Rating: Teen | Word Count: 615

Content Warnings: joel sits on reader, possible collapse of popchair imminent, fire pit recklessness, mentions of marital weight gain

Author's Notes: thank you to me for being such a menace. not read or proofed by anyone but me so you get what you get.

No more tag lists - follow @beefnotes + turn on notifications for fic updates!

This was not what you had envisioned your Saturday night to be. 

It had started out normally -  sitting in your neighbour’s backyard around the firepit, chatting with him and his wife and his brother and his brother’s wife. It had been pleasant, downright agreeable and gratifying even. At least it was until Tommy bid you and the rest of the group good night and he and Maria stood up and left.

You were left alone with Joel and Tess. Their exchanged glances from the otherside of the fire pit left you feeling a little nervous. 

Tess smiled at you, her face’s shadows flickering and dancing, carving a sinister visage that you hadn’t been aware she could hold, and her voice was lower and seedier.

“We been neighbours for a while.”

You nodded, almost too politely. “Yes.”

A silence fell over the three of you, then Tess stood up and made an exaggerated stretch.

“Well, if that’s the evening, I’ve had it. I’m gonna turn in.”

She gave Joel a look and a head nod towards you, before giving you a curt smile, and leaving to head inside.

Joel’s fingers nervously strummed on his knees as he raised his brows with a tight mouthed grin, and you returned one in kind, leaving you both sitting in silence once again. You had no idea what Tess’s ominous actions were indicative of, but you could feel the nerves come off Joel in waves, and that heightened you own.

You finally decided to cut the hush between you and cleared your throat. “Ahem uh, I.. I think I should also turn in - myself… and leave, too… and go home - to my house. Over there. My house -uh, home.” Your voice was trying so hard to keep the nervous timber at bay while you motioned to your property behind the fence.

Joel looked at you wide eyed, almost scared, and his mouth opened to protest. His need to keep you there must have taken precedence over basic host etiquette because as soon as you went to stand up, Joel jumped over the firepit and sat on you, pinning you to the flimsy popchair.

You could feel his heart racing as your face was pressed against his back and you felt his whole weight on you.

“I need you - “, he huffed and you felt the vibrations from his deep voice reverberate through his back.

You stiffened. Sure, you’d watched him through the blinds in your bedroom as he mowed the lawn, and caught him running out the front door in nothing but his boxers to chase the newspaper boy who threw the morning’s paper a little too close to the bay window out front. But once he and Tess were married a few years back, you’d tried to stop because marriage had been good to Joel. His mental health and financial stability had improved, and he seemed overall a happier person. Tess made him happy and kept him taken care of and the only drawback seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline which was now pressing you uncomfortably into the creaking chair. 

“Joel - I think we shouldn’t-”

“No, please - hear me out!”

He cranked his head back to try and look at you. “I didn’t want to ask this in front of everyone and even Tess thinks this is a good idea.”

Butterflies or some other sort of fluttering insect bustled in your core, but you tried to maintain whatever decorum you could. 

“T-Tess thinks it’s a good idea?”

“Yeah, she said you’d be perfect but I didn’t want to take advantage of you.” He then sighs and finally says, “I need you to help me with my taxes.”

No more tag lists - follow @beefnotes + turn on notifications for fic updates!

[beefrobeefcal]

MARRIED JOEL SITS ON YOU September Fic Prompt Challenge

We have seven days left in September - if you're planning to participate but aren't sure you'll have it ready in time, please let me know in a DM or an ask. I won't be closing September's just yet, I understand that you can't necessarily control when creativity strikes.

October's has already been announced - Dave York Made Me Believe - and I am feeling some frothy heat coming from the Dave girlies (gn) on this already!

Yours in sin,

Beefro👌🥩💜

PS. Thank you to the fine friendos who have already participated!

Snug by @yopossum

I Found My Place in This World (It's in Your Wake) by @sofmoth

Poolside by @whocaresstillthelouvre

La Comida Esta Hecha Y Hay Que Comer by @timelordfreya

Joel Takes A Strap by @romanarose

Make Daddy Proud by @evolnoomym

Peach and Apple Pie by @pedges-world

be gentle with your soft body by @tinytinymenace

More to Love by @maggiemayhemnj

Sickening Desire by @ace-turned-confused

Softer by @bitchesuntitled

Trial & Error by @dc418writes

Softer by @drewharrisonwriter

[beefrobeefcal]

Well there we go...

Y'all have foolishly laid your fate in my hands. moo hoo ha ha most indeedidly. Stay tuned!

Yours in spooky sin,

Beefro👌🥩💜

[beefrobeefcal]

So here we go, babes... October is Spooky Month!

Yours in Spooky Sin,

Beefro👌🥩💜

[beefrobeefcal]

Two weeks in a row? who am I?

This week's test kitchen morsel is courtesy of an untitled fic prompted by @burntheedges' Roll-a-Trope Writing Challenge and I got Frankie + SoulMates.

Please feel free to tag me in your Wednesday/Any Day WIPs!

Enjoy!

Sinfully yours,

Beefro👌🥩💜

Frankie woke again with a terrible feeling. Dread and anxiety wash over him as he sits up in bed, rubbing his face. He tries to think of what brought this feeling on. It was a sickening feeling he woke up with almost daily and it seemed to be getting worse.  From what he could remember of his dreams, it was always raining - but he didn’t mind it. Sometimes he was in a city, for what reason he didn’t know, and he would watch out of focus cars and buses drive through puddles. Other times, he was in the woods, and the smell of damp earth surrounded him, and once he was even driving on a switchback highway at night as wet leaves and rain pelted the windshield. But lately, while the images he saw and the rain that tied them together remained, the feelings he was left with were becoming debilitating. He’d had his own battles with his mental health over the years, but this felt like these things weren’t coming from him though - it felt like he was having something shared with him and he was grappling with the residual after effects every morning. At least that’s what he hoped. 

[beefrobeefcal]

I am delighted that the Nonnies are out and buzzing for MARRIED JOEL SITS ON YOU. I can promise you, I am just as excited! 🪑🛋️💺

I will say that I am howling over DUMPSTERFIRE ZOOMIES as being a way of describing me being back on some bullshit.

Thank you for the love - this beef feels it.

Obligatory dumpsterfire.gif.

Perpetually yours in sin,

Beefro👌🥩💜

[beefrobeefcal]

I have been tagged countless times by so many lovely friendos on WIP Wednesdays. @sixhours @mothandpidgeon @evolnoomym @penvisions and i am sure there were many more...

My apologies for taking this long to being something to the table. If you tagged me, know I saw it and as much as I would have loved to interact, I was not in a place to do so.

But I am now.

This quick morsel comes courtesy of @perotovar's Frith Celebration. I was gifted Joel + Hel. For more on Hel, read here.

Thank you for your patience and understanding while I go through some changes here in the bistro and enjoy (as much as one can when it comes to grief).

Sinfully yours in perpetuity,

Beefro👌🥩💜

She had come to him in a dream as he lay with his head bandaged in a FEDRA camp; Sarah was gone and his self-inflicted wound hadn’t let him join her. The first time, it was just a feverish nightmare of teeth and rot, a black abyss pulling him under… this dream became a regular occurrence for months, having him wake up, drenched in sweat and panting, his eyes darting wildly around in the darkness. It wasn’t until one quiet night, he slept on the forest floor, his gun gripped in his hand, that she finally showed her face. Serine and chaotic, sublime and intolerable, Hel stood above him, her every minute movement was one that echoed in antiquity, and sounded of trees in the distance being forced to bow and break from a hurricane. She smelled of damp earth and decay.  He forced himself awake before she was able to speak, and he refused to allow her to ever get a word out to him.  The alcohol helped until her gnarled bone hands were able to eventually pull his unconscious mind open and began to let her decayed flora seep in. But the pills… the pills are what stopped her.

tagelist: @strang3lov3 @wintrwinchestr @pinkypromisepascal @endlessthxxghts @noxturnalpascal @yopossum @whocaresstillthelouvre @maggiemayhemnj