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suashii · 2 months

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— 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓊𝓈𝑒 ౨ৎ

okkotsu yuta x f!reader. 2.2k wc. ﾉ smut ﾉ nsfw (mdni) ﾉ characters aged 21+ ﾉ unprotected sex ﾉ tit + nipple play ﾉ a hint of dacryphilia ﾉ brief handjob ﾉ mentions of cheating (neither yuta nor reader) ﾉ yuta is a little obsessive

note: eeee it's yuta's birthday ! ! i wrote this fairly quickly to post in time so pls forgive any mistakes :3 enjoy + wish the pretty boy a happy bday ‪‪❤︎‬

yuta has imagined your first time at his place on more occasions than he can recall and none of them could have prepared him for the reality of your first visit—sitting on his couch with your knees hugged to your chest, quiet sniffles filling the air as warm tears stream down your cheeks. it’s a bit awkward, partly because of your crying but mostly because yuta doesn’t mind it. he’s sure that a majority of men wouldn’t see this as attractive or opportunistic but, as he pulls a tissue from the box to offer you, yuta can’t help but think that this moment is perfect.

“i can’t believe he’d cheat on me.” you accept the tissue from yuta, dabbing the corners of your watery eyes. you crumple the kleenex in your hand but the action seems a bit premature as a new set of tears glaze over your eyes. a couple of them spill past your lashes when you turn to face yuta. he swallows the lump in his throat that comes with being the subject of your tearful gaze. it must be wrong to find you so pretty when you’re clearly upset. “do you think it was me? could i have done something to push him away?”

yuta’s head is shaking in denial as soon as the question falls from your lips. he can’t believe that you’d ever think that. what could you have possibly done to push him into another woman’s arms? if you were to ask him, he’d tell you that your ex was the dumbest man on planet earth for leaving you—and for someone else, at that. though, he’d also have to thank your idiotic ex for letting you go. he never deserved you to begin with and his absence was the opening that yuta often found himself praying for.

“you didn’t do anything wrong,” yuta tries to reassure you with a soft smile. he wills his hand to stop shaking as it comes up to wipe your tears away. the palm of his hand is warm against your face, the pad of his thumb rough but comforting as it brushes your cheek. the contact makes your eyes widen and lips part—you’ve been friends with yuta for a while now but he’s never touched you like this. it’s tender and you like it. to your dismay, he only lets his fingers linger a second longer before bashfully pulling away, choosing to clumsily scratch at his neck instead.

“i’m sure that you were a perfect girlfriend,” yuta tells you, and then he thinks better of his words. “not that him cheating on you would have been excusable if you weren’t!” he raises his hands and waves them in dismissal. if yuta were lucky enough to call himself your boyfriend, no number of little mistakes or miscommunications would run him away. he’d be by your side for the long haul. he’d never want to let you go.

“i just mean…” he looks up to the ceiling as he gathers the hectic thoughts bouncing around in his head into a coherent sentence. “nothing you did drove him to that.”

with a sigh, yuta closes his eyes and shakes his head subtly. his nerves are starting to get to him and he doesn’t want some stupid jitters to be what ruins this chance for him. you’re finally within his reach, just an arm’s length away, his for the taking.

he’s gotta pull himself together.

when the man tilts his head down and opens his eyes, he’s met with the sight of you. it shouldn’t make him jump, but your body is turned to face him and you’re closer than you had been before. he can feel his heart thump against his chest at the proximity but he supposes it’s a good sign. his words didn’t rub you the wrong way like he thought they might have—he’s still got a chance.

your knees are tucked beneath you now, hands resting on your thighs. your fingers nervously tap at your leg as you hold yuta’s gaze. you couldn’t be exactly sure why yuta was the first one you called upon finding out that your relationship had all but crumbled. maybe it had to do with the fact that he always seemed to want to help or maybe it was simply the fact that he was always around. regardless of the reasoning, the overwhelming sadness you had felt when you arrived is beginning to dissipate, replaced by new feelings that you’re sure you shouldn’t be acting on.

but that fleeting thought doesn’t stop you from asking, “you really think so?”

he nods, never taking his eyes off yours. “i do—”

his words jumble as you lean forward to press your lips against his. you can feel him gasp a bit but he doesn’t pull away. his lips are warm and softer than you thought they’d be. it’s a sloppy kiss, uncoordinated and messy with spit, though, that fact doesn’t stop either of you from deepening it—from chasing more.

your leg swings over his thighs so that you’re straddling him, hands coming up to cup his jaw as you run your tongue along his lower lip. your chest and yuta’s rise and fall with heavy breaths between the two of you. the air surrounding you is thick and charged and you want nothing more than to feed off of it. “is this okay?”

“yeah, but…” he doesn’t want to come off as too eager, although, he’s sure you’re having no trouble telling with the way you’re grinding on the growing tent in his jeans. he hopes he doesn’t regret asking, “are you sure?”

“i just—i need to get my mind off of him. i need a distraction,” you tell yuta, rolling your hips against his. your hands drop from his face in favor of making their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the dark, inky strands as you stare into the depths of his widened eyes. “can you be that for me?”

a strangled moan—one that yuta desperately tries, and fails, to hold back—sounds in the quiet air of his living room. nothing would make him happier than to be yours to use. the hands that had once been stiffly resting at his sides come up to make a home on your waist. “god, yes, i can.”

his confirmation is all you need to dip your head down and capture his lips in yet another kiss. yuta doesn’t attempt to swallow down his moans and you don’t either—not that it would be possible upon feeling his bulge rhythmically nudge your panty-clad clit. the contact makes your skin prickle with goosebumps and contributes to the growing wetness between your legs.

impatience overcomes you as your mind races with thoughts of what yuta feels like without all the fabric barriers. you reach down between your bodies to fumble with the buckle of his belt, lips still occupied with his. with your attention divided, it takes you a couple of botched attempts before you’re finally able to loosen his belt, undo his button, and pull down his zipper.

the sequence of actions reveals his black underwear and brings you one step closer to seeing him in his entirety. yuta’s breath hitches in his throat as you palm his cock and you take that as an opportunity to break away from the kiss, turning your full focus to the member between his legs.

your fingers slip under the waistband of his boxer briefs and pull the cotton down, releasing his erection. it slaps against his t-shirt and the cool air must bite against his head because you can hear him hiss at the new position.

your hand hesitantly hovers, eyes locking onto his in a silent plea for permission to touch him. he catches on quickly, hurriedly nodding. he’s imagined this countless times, too—how your fingers would feel wrapped around his cock. and yuta thinks he’s been patient enough until now.

when you finally take him in your hand, he’s warm and heavy in your grasp. the precum beading at his slit is plentiful. you let your thumb run over the opening, spreading the pre over his head and down his shaft, slowly stroking his length. he’s painfully hard, so much so that yuta tosses his head back to rest on the couch cushion.

he fidgets with the hem of your shirt that hugs your midsection in an effort to keep himself grounded. at this rate, he’s going to come all over your hand. he needs something to busy his mind with to keep that much from happening. “can i—” he swallows thickly before tipping his chin down to look you in the eye, “can i take off your shirt?”

you hum, raising your arms over your head so that he can pull your tee off. your absence between his legs doesn’t go unnoticed as he tugs the shirt off your torso. the fabric falls from the light grip of his fingers when he realizes that you aren’t wearing a bra. his cheeks grow impossibly warmer upon being met with the sight of your bare chest, though, instead of giving in to embarrassment, yuta’s hands come up to massage your tits.

as good as it feels to have his hands all over you, you’re aching for something more. so, while you have no intention of stopping him, you reach under your skirt to pull your panties to the side. both sets of your eyes are glued to the space between you, the space that lessens with each inch you take as you slowly sink down onto his cock. the stretch makes your lips part and your head loll as you adjust to his size.

“shit,” yuta swears under his breath, his thumbs sweeping over your hardened nipples. he can’t believe he’s buried in you, being swallowed by your warmth. he didn’t know it was possible to feel this way—like he’s walking on clouds. his next words come out quiet and breathy, so low that you can barely hear them. “you feel so good.”

a small smile pulls at the corners of your lips at his whispered statement. you’d tell him the same if you weren’t more concerned with chasing your high. as your hands come to rest on his shoulders, you lift yourself up and down, setting a relaxed rhythm that’s just enough to attain the pleasure you’re after.

it’s mesmerizing, yuta thinks, the way your breasts bounce as you ride him. he licks his lips hungrily before latching onto one of your nipples. his tongue swirls against the peak while lithe fingers pinch at and roll the other between his rough pads. the moans that push past his lips and vibrate against your skin as he sucks at your tits fuel the fire of arousal in your abdomen.

you dig your nails into his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt bunching together in your grasp with your tightened grip. between his touch, his mouth, and the way his cock head keeps bumping your g-spot, you’re not sure that you want to—or can—draw this out for any longer.

your pace quickens as your climax approaches and the rhythm you took care setting earlier has all but disappeared as your hips knock into yuta’s. your hastened tempo makes his cock twitch. that feeling of tightness in his muscles returns, the one that warns him of his impending orgasm. while he wouldn’t be ashamed to come before you, he thinks it would be more romantic if you do it together.

with his lip pulled between his teeth, yuta’s hand sneaks down to rub your clit. the unexpected touch makes you gasp in surprise. his fingers must be magic or the closest thing to it because a few simple circles are all it takes to snap the tension that had been building up in your tummy.

yuta’s name is sweet on your lips as you cry out for him. your walls spasm around his cock as your orgasm washes over you, nails biting into his shoulder blades in an attempt to ground yourself.

yuta is sure that his desire to come inside of you is unmatched, though, he isn’t sure now is an appropriate time to do so. so, he ignores the devilish thoughts begging him—urging him—to paint your insides white. he pulls out and lets his cum spurt on his sweaty shirt with a shaky groan.

beyond your shared heavy breaths, yuta’s apartment is silent. it gives you both a moment to think about what just happened, but the thoughts on your minds starkly contrast.

you’re starting to feel the weight of your actions and you’re almost positive that the regret will be in full effect once you’ve slept on it for a night. it’s not typical of you to take on rebounds and certainly not ones that run in your everyday circle. you’ll be lucky if yuta is willing to forget that any of this happened.

unlike you, yuta feels absolutely and positively weightless. you’ve successfully put every fantasy he could dream up with you to shame. if it was this good the first time, he can’t wait to see what it’ll be like when he actually gets to fuck you—when he’s able to call you his.

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cooliestghouliest · 3 months

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LOVE ME TWO TIMES, ch. one

(chapter one) (chapter two)

PAIRING: eventual Mungrove x Reader

SUMMARY: Struggling to come to terms with the abrupt abandonment of your father, you’re left with two options – attend an “all girls’ therapeutic boarding academy” that’s really more Bedlam Insane Asylum than trusty reformative school, or move half-way across the country to a small town in Indiana to live with your older brother, Rick. The upheaval of your life in Fresno might just end up being a little star-crossed and a whole lot serendipitous.

WORD COUNT: 3.5k+

SERIES TAGS: angst. some pretty heavy topics in later chapters. just enough fluff to hopefully balance it all out. eventual smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI). eventual love triangle. neurodiversity. dom/sub undertones (dom!Billy, switch!Eddie, switch!Reader), also bi!Eddie and bi!Reader but confused!Billy. drugs and drug addiction. no use of Y/N (but much use of nicknames and pet names). Reefer Rick is Matthew Lillard circa Senseless. more TBA as the story progresses.

CHAPTER TAGS: absent dads and mean moms. brief mention of self-destructive tendencies (way more about that later). your brother's a total cockblock. long-winded parental background information. this is really just some stage setting before we get into the nitty gritty.

A/N: this is my favorite fic i've ever written, and now it's coming at you re-edited. it's my verbose word child, sprinkled with a few What The Fuck and Holy Shit moments, dolled up with some silly humor and a dose of hot (and often borderline depraved) smut. a lot's already planned for this, so i hope you enjoy. :-)

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chapter title: O Brother, Where Art Thou?

You weren’t expecting the high pitch of the doorbell that sounded throughout your colonial-style home, and proof of that was now spilled all over the kitchen floor.

Tiny green buds were sprinkled across the white-and-black linoleum tile, some scattered in the blonde mess of curls that belonged to the boy kneeling before you, his mouth busy between your legs.

You’d been attempting to multitask, rolling a joint while twisted awkwardly at the dining table, the quarterback’s head shrouded by your bare thighs, lapping noisily at your wet center.

You huffed out a frustrated sigh at the spillage, but it quickly turned into a moan when goldilocks gave a particularly harsh suck on your clit.

“You needa get that?” he mumbled against your folds, tongue halting its assault only to speak before diving back in, showing no intention of stopping.

You shook your head, one hand moving to tangle in the his hair, the other crumbling up the now empty and useless rolling paper. “Uh-uh… prob’ly just some Mormons,” you answer, beginning to rock your hips up into the warm mouth covering your cunt. “I don’t wanna be saved.”

Chris… or Carl… or Craig… whatever his name was, laughed, the sound vibrating nicely against your heat. Your toes curled at the sensation, thighs wrapping tight around his ears.

He moaned appreciatively at your movement, running his tongue flat against the length of your opening. Maybe you could keep this one around. He liked New Kids on the Block unironically, but holy shit, he knew what to do with his mouth.

The bell rang again.

And then again, and again, and again.

“Oh, little seeeee-eeee-ster!” came a familiar male voice from the other side of the front door. “I know you’re in there, Bean. I can see your shadow in the kitchen!”

You shot up straight, aligning your posture and pulling Chris Carl Craig from between your legs by the grip you had in his hair. He gave an unappealing whine, his fingers moving up to console his scalp.

Standing quickly, you adjusted your pleated skirt so it fell normal again, just above your knees. “Up, up, up,” you impatiently urged the jock still kneeling on the ground, smoothing your clothing and hair to make sure nothing looked too out of place.

“Who is that?” the blonde asked, finally following you into a standing position, large hand still cradling his head. “Still the Mormons?”

“It was never Mormons, Chet,” you said, hoping your shot-in-the-dark guess at his name was right.

It wasn’t.

“It’s Chad,” he said, eyes beginning to narrow. Whether it was in suspicion, confusion, annoyance, or a combination of all three, you didn’t know. And it didn’t matter. You needed to get him out of here without your new visitor catching sight of him, or else you knew you’d never hear the end of it. Chad was still intent on conversing, though. “We’ve literally been in the same school district since, like, kindergarten.”

You bit your lower lip, offering a sheepish smile. “Right,” you said. “I know that.” You didn’t. “Sorry. Head’s a little loopy right now. Your tongue could win awards.”

With Chad’s newfound cocky grin, you knew the flattery angle had worked out. It usually did. Boys were such suckers for some ego stroking.

“Oh, fuckin’ right!” you heard from the front door, the visitor’s voice now cheerful. The door handle began to jangle, and you heard the sound of a key in the lock.

He must have found the spare. Of course he had. He’d only lived here his entire childhood, just like you.

The key had been in the same place it always had been since moving to Fresno -- under the coir doormat that read Definitely Not a Trap Door, courtesy of your father. He’d made it for the family after moving from Chicago to California for his new teaching position at CSU in ‘70. Your mom still hadn't gotten around to throwing it out, even though she’d managed to get rid of almost everything else inside the home that reminded her of her ex-husband.

The door swung open and there stood your older brother in all his punk rock, Fuck-the-Bourgeoisie glory. Short bleached blonde hair, numerous facial piercings, ripped Dead Kennedys t-shirt, tight red tartan pants, muddy black Doc Martens. He was smiling wide, dopey.

Fuckin' Rick.

You started to match his expression, unable to resist your brother’s effortless and childlike charm, but your smile fell flat when Rick’s now disapproving gaze landed on the blonde still standing at your side.

“A Letterman, Bean? Really?” Rick asked you incredulously, having spotted Chad’s football jacket as the jock in question slid it from its place on the kitchen chair to rest over his broad shoulder.

“What?” you asked Rick coyly, quickly eyeing Chad. “You know I don’t discriminate. I’m a true equal opportunist.”

Chad seemed oblivious to the underlying context of the conversation between the pair of siblings. He was watching the two of you interact with seemingly nothing behind his eyes.

God, so cute but so totally stupid.

You closed the distance between the two of you, Chad looking hopeful he was going to be kissed or something, but you instead reached your hand out to pluck a few pieces of weed from his hair. “You can go now,” you told him, finger tapping his nose lightly.

Chad’s face scrunched at your touch but he then shrugged it off, picking his backpack up off the kitchen floor before making his way to the front door. “See ya at school,” he said to you over his shoulder. Stopping briefly next to your brother, Chad assessed him before saying, “Um, bye, whoever you are.”

Rick pulled his lips into a tight line, raising his brows in amusement. He clapped his hand hard on Chad’s back a few times before pushing the footballer out the door. “Later, loverboy.”

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An hour and a half later, you and Rick were seated on opposite ends of the tufted tuxedo sofa in the living room. A box of half-eaten extra cheese pizza laid open in between the two of you.

Some low budget horror VHS was playing on the TV across from the couch, the volume low. You thought it was called Ghoulies. You kept catching glances of tiny, ugly wet looking monsters scurrying on the screen out of your peripheral.

You’d been talking to Rick about senior year at Fresno Central High (you said you were doing great, straight A’s across the board, but in reality, you were failing everything but English and Music).

You'd been talking about work at Spins and Needles, the record store you’d been employed at for a little over two years now (you told him you’d gotten promoted to Assistant Manager, which was true, but you left out the fact that you were on Strike Two of Three for blowing off shifts to get high with some goth kids that routinely came in a few hours before closing).

And you'd been talking about your mom (this you were honest about – “She’s still a huge bitch, Rick, that hasn’t changed”).

But then he tried to bring up your dad, asking in an obnoxiously forced nonchalant tone if you’d heard from him lately.

That’s where you stopped him.

You were not going to talk about your dad.

Flipping the pizza box lid shut harshly, you sat up straight and faced him.

“Why are you really here?” you demanded.

Rick sighed, defeated.

He knew you’d catch on soon enough that this supposed innocent visit was actually a planned mission. He’d just been hoping maybe you’d be the one to breach the topic of going back to Indiana with him. Maybe you wanted out of this Californian hellhole. A chance at a fresh start, hundreds of miles away.

But he knew you recently had developed a penchant for self-destruction and self-catastrophizing, which meant getting you to see the bright side and the positives of his request was going to be near impossible.

Still, he had to try.

“Mom called me,” he admitted, which earned him a dramatic eye roll from you. “I know you’re failing your classes. I know your boss has been blowing up the landline wondering why you keep closing up shop so early. And I know mom’s a bitch. I’m trying to save you from her. She said she’s thinking of enrolling you into St. Mary’s.” Rick wasn’t surprised at the bewildered scoff you gave to that, St. Mary’s being Indiana’s notorious Catholic boarding school for wayward girls. He’d finally gotten to the point, the real reason he was there: “Come stay with me in Hawkins, Bean.”

“Wow, Rick, so noble. It only took you, what, ten years to come back for me?”

Rick couldn’t help but flinch, your wounding words accusing. And accurate.

It was true.

Rick, at twenty, had left Fresno in an old RV he’d bought for dirt cheap, with plans to travel the country and get the fuck away from his parents, Ronald and Maureen Lipton.

Or, away from his mother, really.

Ron Lipton was generally fine -- until a certain point in his life. To outsiders, the man seemed to be very happy and very put-together, successfully established in both his home life and his career.

Ron and Maureen had gotten married just a few short months following their high school graduation, after finding out Maureen was pregnant with Rick.

With the draft ever present, Ron enlisted in the army, while Maureen enlisted the help of her mother-in-law to take care of Rick (and eventually you, once you were born, conceived on one of Ron’s short stints back home), so she could work on her doctorate in psychiatry.

After being honorably discharged a handful of years later, Ron had gotten his Master’s degree in education and creative writing.

To the public, Ronald and Maureen Lipton were fantastic at keeping up the facade of Perfect Suburban Family.

In private, however, the Lipton household was like living in a layer of Hell.

Where Ron was imaginative and endlessly inquisitive, instilling a love of storytelling and curiosity in his children, Maureen was passive aggressive and judgemental, harboring jealousy for the relationship her children had with her husband. This eventually festered a spiteful dynamic between her and Ron, and between her and her offspring as well.

When the two of you were younger, Rick in his late teens and you in your last years of elementary school, one of your favorite backyard games was to wonder aloud to each other how and why your parents had ever even gotten together in the first place.

You were both sure that it must have been an arranged marriage of some sorts.

Rick thought maybe your grandparents had made a deal with the devil, and to ensure the safety of the family, Ronald and Maureen were forced to be betrothed for life.

You thought maybe Maureen was an evil sorceress who had cast a spell on your father, trapping him in a loveless marriage that he was an unsuspecting victim in.

The truth was not stranger than fiction.

The reason behind their nuptials was simple, really: Ronald was raised to believe he needed to provide for his family, and after having knocked Maureen up not only once but twice, he was resigned to the fact that this was his path in life.

Devoted father, loving husband.

While he couldn’t stand his wife, her harshness and indignation usurping any positive characteristics she may have once had, Ron did love his children. Dearly.

Rick was his wild child; his rebellious, rambunctious trouble maker.

Ron would sit on the front porch late at night, waiting for Rick to get home and tell him all about his latest escapades. What parties he’d gone to, what girls he’d kissed, whether he preferred the high from acid or mushrooms more. Ron lived vicariously through his son, encouraging the boy to play hard, but to play hard responsibly.

You were Ron’s Little Leia of Alderaan; his opinionated, open-minded warrior, brave enough to stand up to any bully who’d dare to make fun of you or your friends. You were Ron’s daydreamer, his whimsical muse, his daily reminder that there was still innocent softness in this cruel world.

You would have Daddy Daughter Dates twice a week, where you’d do things like go to the roller rink or have picnics in the park, and they always ended with a two scoop mint chocolate chip ice cream cone shared between the both of you.

But Ron’s love for his life dwindled the second he stepped foot inside his house -- where he was forced to occupy space with his resentful excuse of a wife, a woman who would never miss a beat to berate him for every choice he’d ever made in his life.

With your older brother gone, the squabbles between Ron and Maureen got worse.

Rick had been able to placate his father and put himself in the line of Maureen’s fire, taking her verbal hits so his father didn’t have to. You, being only ten when Rick had left, didn’t have much ground to stand on with your parents arguing, and trying to step in as Rick had would usually only make things escalate.

Ron fantasized about leaving, starting over anew. The immediate and resounding “no” that his subconscious always answered himself with, thinking of the kids, dwindled down over time, until all of his fantasizing led him to making actual plans of departure.

Last year, right before summer break was set to start, Ron finally left.

Having taken PTO from the campus, he’d waited that morning for Maureen to leave for work and for you to be on the bus to school. Alone, he took the time to pack all of his belongings, leaving only a few things behind, all with you in mind -- things to remind you of him in his absence. He’d intended on coming back for you as soon as possible, wanting to settle in somewhere before dragging his daughter into his uprooted life.

But it was over a year now that Ron had been gone, and you could count on one hand the amount of times he’d reached out to you.

You could count them on two fingers, actually.

The first time was the night after he’d left, when he’d tried explaining to you his reasoning, which you weren’t at all interested in hearing. You were beside yourself that he’d left you, just like Rick had, except Rick was your brother and that was normal, but Ron was your daddy and he was supposed to always be there.

Your mother, in anger that Ron would attempt to talk to you and not her, had disconnected the call, and while you waited by the phone all night for him to call back, he never did.

The second and last time he reached out was a few months ago, via letter for your 18th birthday. It was postmarked with an address in Fort Worth, Texas. When you’d tried writing back, you'd found the letter you'd sent in your mailbox a week later, marked Return to Sender.

It was mid-November now, and you hadn’t heard from him since.

At least Rick had kept in touch after he’d left.

He’d sent you care packages every month since arriving to Indiana in '81. They were full of sci-fi and horror books he’d found at the local Goodwill or Salvation Army, newspaper clippings for outlandish Classified segments, scribbled notes on stained notebook paper detailing concerts he’d gone to and new bands he thought you should check out.

Remembering this, you softened quickly after accusing Rick of abandoning, your biting comment causing guilt to swirl in your stomach.

Rick had his reasons to leave, you understood that. He was allowed to live his life. And even though he’d done just that, left and lived his life, he still always managed to keep tabs on you. The two of you hadn’t gone more than a few weeks without letters sent or parcels mailed back and forth since he’d first left home.

Never there, but never gone. Not really.

That was more than you could say for your father.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” you admitted, even though the hurt words you spoke did hold some kernel of truth. “It’s just… I don’t wanna have to start all over somewhere else.”

“It’ll be good for you,” Rick promised, choosing to let the accusation of his abandonment slide. He was sure you'd both get into it more later, considering it was a conversation that was long overdue. “The house is too big for just me anyway, and you know I’m fuckin’ shit at decorating. I’ve basically just been using beer cans for bookends and stuff like that – you could make it look way cozier.”

You laughed, sure your brother wasn’t exaggerating.

Rick was about as anti-capitalist as you could get, and that included being a minimalist when it came to possessions. Give the man a hand-me-down couch, a little TV, some weed, his cassettes, and a subscription to Playboy, and he’d be content for the rest of his life.

You were the opposite.

You loved things.

You had many different collections you’d amassed over the years -- your vast assortment of books had spilled from the two bookshelves in your room to several stacks littered throughout the house, much to your mother's annoyance; your vinyls were shoved into four big storage bins stacked under your octagonal bedroom window, which you draped a blanket over and used as a makeshift window seat nook; your cliques of creepy looking dolls you’d collected from estate sales and antique shops crowded your bed, your vanity, the storage shelf in your closet; the bug assemblages you’d been adding to since your childhood had their own corner of your room, little homes full of ladybugs, ants, and deathwatch beetles.

The idea that you could expand your knack for interior embellishing (hoarding, really) further than the confines of one room was one thing that made you start to consider taking Rick’s offer seriously.

That, and the realization that finally getting the fuck out of Fresno might not be such a bad idea.

Because what did you have there anymore, anyway? Shit grades? A handful of mean exes? A dead-end job?

Was any of that worth staying for?

You thought of your dad trying to reach out to you via telephone, imagined your mother answering and telling him you’d moved away and no longer lived there.

If it were only a few months since Ron had left, you didn’t think you would have gone with Rick back to Hawkins. You would have stayed just for the mere possibility that your dad would show up on the doorstep one day, begging for your forgiveness for leaving you alone with your coldhearted mother.

However, it was over a year now that he’d been gone. One year, four months, and fifteen days... if anyone was counting.

You’d never verbally admit it, but you still were.

There was a page hidden in the back of your diary where you kept track.

Your hopefulness was starting to make you sick.

Maybe a change wouldn’t be so bad.

Going back to Hawkins with Rick sure beat being forced to attend an all girls’ reformatory school, one with a reputation that claimed the headmaster performed shock therapy on students in lieu of giving them detentions.

You were sure that was just a rumor, but still. You didn’t want to take any chances.

“Bean, let me be there for you,” Rick said, reaching over to grasp your hand with his fingers. You noted his nails were painted a lime green. “It’ll be just like when we were kids, except now you’re older and actually cool so I won’t be embarrassed to introduce you to all my friends.” Dipping his head to the side, he wiggled his pierced brows, a grin toying on his lips as he added, “And we can smoke weed in the house.”

Pretending as if that alone was what sealed the deal, you stood swiftly. “Say less. You really should’ve started with that, Richard.” You headed off in the direction of the stairs that led up to your room, glancing over your shoulder at your brother who was staring off after you with a relieved countenance on his face. “Gimme an hour and then we can go?”

Rick answered with two thumbs up before grabbing a slice of pizza, shoving as much as he could of it into his mouth as you disappeared up the spiral staircase.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie x reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy x reader #billy x you #mungrove x reader #mungrove #billy hargrove smut #eddie munson smut

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xstarkillerx · 8 months

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Or imagine you're bent over the Supra, naked, your hard nipples against the shiny steel, some fog forming on it around your mouth. You know Brian is behind you, naked and hard, hungry for your ass. You shiver as he slides his fingers in you, and you can't help yourself, you try to stimulate yourself by rocking your hips on the front of the Supra, slippery from your own sweat and juices. Don't be so fucking impatient Brian violently grabs your hips to make you stop, and you look up to see his reflection in the windshield, his blue eyes hungry for you. He finally slides in, slow and deep, saving you the humiliation of begging him, and quickly starts to pound into you as hard as he can, both your moans echoing in the garage, your throat and nostrils filled with the sent of gasoline. He slams his hand on the hood as he comes, shaking and panting, heavy breathing in your neck...

FOSSE OUT HERE, TWO FOR FUCKING TWO, how dare you send me two hot as fuck asks like it's nothing.

I was already losing my marbles over the last one, but this one?! God you know I love the supra. I love the idea of Brian having a bit of a mean streak when it comes to sex, he's just too consumable otherwise, you know? He's cool, he's pretty, he's a gentleman, let's make him a fucking freak. The moment you look at his reflection in the windshield I want there to be something different, something you've never seen in him before, that "hunger" you mentioned, I want it to be piercing, the kind that makes hearing you beg for it not even worth it.

"Don't be so fucking impatient"

I lost my shit I'm telling you. Indy and I actually have writen for Brian a lot, and something that we kind of headcanon is that Brian doesn't really raise his voice with you unless he really means it. Ever patient, ever cool, even if his body is rough with you. So the way I pictured him saying this is just EEEE, it's dripping in condescention but he's so charming and his voice is so hot it barely reads. Meanwhine, his hands are all fucing over you, positioning you how he wants, pulling your hips away from the car, kinda manhandling you even, but it's because he's so good at getting you pliant.

Don't even get me started on the supra DON'T, the hand slamming down when he cums come onnnn that is so hot. And you just know he left that 2JZ running, buzzing under the hood almost making you wish he'd pop it and let it rumble in your face. It crosses your mind what it would be like to have Dom in here too, driver's seat, cock out, revving the engine because he knows it makes you squeal.

Thank you for blessing me twice

#legendary #brian o'conner smut #brian o'conner #fast and furious smut #fast & furious smut #fast and furious #fast & furious #donnie does 👑

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eldritch-horror-from-the-void · 5 months

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Anon Asked: I saw one of your posts with an autistic Maul headcanon, could I request autistic Maul x autistic reader headcanons perhaps?

Imagine it, reader sharing weighted blankets, safe food perhaps, noise cancelling headphones/ear plugs, the two of them passing time together with a noise machine on to relax. Those are all I can think of at the moment sadly, thank you for your time!

AUTISTIC MAUL! AUTISTIC MAUL! EEEE! THANK YOU ANON! 😩

Also, I’m finally getting back into writing requests. >:3

Maul stims a LOT when he thinks people aren’t paying attention.

Of course, he wasn’t able to stim with Sidious on his ass all the time.

But now that he’s free, he can stim all he pleases!

His brothers don’t bat an eye at it, mostly because they’ve seen similar behavior before on Dathomir, and it’s something they’ve just grown up around enough to just not care.

Maul usually stims by pacing around, and humming to himself.

He loves the feeling of weighted blankets, but snuggling with his partner on top also feels good!

This man LOVES spicy snacks as a stim as well. Like, horribly painful to humans kind of spice. He’s a Zabrak, so his high pain tolerance keeps him from feeling the same side effects that humans do.

There are times where masking gets the better of him, and that’s where you come in!

It often takes him a long time to figure out what the hell is wrong with himself (usually it’s an annoying sound keeping him agitated, sometimes it can off-set his whole day even long after the sound has stopped.)

You can offer him sound-canceling headphones, a weighted blanket, etc. he won’t put up much of a fuss most of the time. However, if he starts rambling about his “power in the dark side” and how he “doesn’t need silly trinkets to survive” don’t be discouraged! He’s just stubborn, and will give in eventually, even if he grumbles about it.

He isn’t as keen on the noise machine as you might be, at least at first. There are some sounds he can’t stand (such as thunderstorms, for example, that reminds him of Sidious.)

He enjoys brown noise the best.

But by the end of the day, almost anything is better than sleeping in silence. Maul deeply hates prolonged silence.

Now picture a highly content Maul, snuggling you with a weighted blanket on top, with nothing but the sounds of breathing, Zabrak purring, and a noise machine running.

He won’t lie, but he won’t admit it, these accommodations make his life 10x better. He’s so much happier when his nervous system is being managed.

However… This doesn’t mean his mood swings are gone. Maul lost his lower half, and it’s led to a lot of emotional issues stemming from multiple places. But it helps, and that’s what matters.

And of course, his man has learned vigilance like no other. If you’re having a bad day, or if your dysregulated, he can always tell. It’s kinda scary LMAO.

Maul does it out of love, but he keeps tabs on you whenever he can, and will be very stubborn/firm with you about taking care of yourself.

He’s a pretty big hypocrite, lmao.

I’d love to do more if anybody feels up for sending in an ask! <3

#darth maul #maul opress #darth maul x reader #maul x reader #maul #maul x you #star wars #star wars headcanons #autistic!maul #answered asks

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vaguely-yandere · 2 years

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hhhhhh puppy yan…

a hybrid yan who you found huddling and shivering under a soggy old cardboard box on your way home. it was raining, how could you not have mercy on this poor puppy and take them home?? they were so skinny, so smelly, so scared. you just had to wash them up, feed them a good home cooked meal, and give them your love!! their floppy ears and tail reminded you of your childhood pet. you just had to care for them, you just had to!!!

puppy is cautious and scared when you first bring them home. getting them to bathe was a struggle that left both of you covered in soap suds and water. they would only eat if you weren’t anywhere near them. they tried their best to hide under your couch, but of course they weren’t as small as an actual doggy, so they had to resort to the corner of your living room. poor thing!!

but of course, they warm up to you after a little while… and soon, they’re obsessed.

what do you mean we can’t sleep together anymore?? you always offered back when you first brought me here… to help me stop trembling!! remember? why don’t you love me anymore :(

where are you going? work? i don’t understand… didnt you say you would always be here for me? why are you leaving? do you have to?

hnnghh… darling pet me more… it f-feels s-so good..!!!

stupid little pup who always has their tail thumping on the ground whenever you’re around. stupid little pup who always lays their head in your lap, digging their nose into your crotch, loving your smell and not so subtly humping your leg while doing so. stupid little pup whos YOURS YOURS YOURS, they make that very clear. ughhhh i want a puppy yan!!

- sunny !!

sunny you horny son of a bitch........... i love it!!! puppy yan whos just a bit of an idiot, bumping into things regularly, getting stuck because they dont understand their own size, getting scared by literally anything, eating things they shouldnt.. luckily, they have no intention of ever leaving so they dont ever run away!

and if you ever have food delivered or the mail comes by, puppy yan will be darling at them the entire time, teeth bared, a growl rumbling through their whole body because they refuse to let anyone take you away and i hope you own a lot of bleach if you ever bring a date over! puppy yan will not hesitate to bite a few limbs off.

and its so cute imagining them after youve spent all day at work and youre gross and sweaty and you just wanna go to bed and you catch them on your bed, humping your pillow, whining and moaning as they lick and sniff your underwear, tail wagging so fast its basically and blur and when they finally see you? they barely manage to take your clothes off before shoving their face between your legs and getting to work!

i imagine them topping a lot but remaining very submissive as they desperately pound into you, hugging your waist as they sink their teeth into your neck so everyone can see theyve staked their claim on you! and puppy yan just loves you so so much, youve done so much for them!! youve fed them, clothed them, bathed them, taken them into your home and theyre absolutely going to make sure they return the favor tenfold by being your perfect little puppy <3

ehehe and poor puppy is just so frustrated all the time and they just love you so so much and they just cant help themselves! bending over in front of them, stretching, exercising, licking anything, it drives them crazy and usually ends with them trying to subtly touch themselves right in front of you or trying so hard to fuck you while not stopping to take any clothes off, poor dumb thing <3 the first few times they fucked you, they struggled a lot with getting it in (lets just say you had a strap laying around for them if theyre afab) at first, getting too excited and eeee just so cute!!!

and people take notice of the bites and hickies, always so worried about you but you know youve just got a very, very excitable puppy at home who would kill if they knew people were so friendly with you,, <3

#puppy yandere #yandere x y/n #asks #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yandere x you #sunny darling

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mysticstarlightduck · 17 days

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Find the Word Tag

Thanks for the tag, @tabswrites (here)! I'll go with my WIP Of Starlight and Beasts for this one (:

My words were: one, hand, fire and bruise

Your words are: lovely, sheer, tiresome, manic

One

"You're one of us now, kid" Scarlet smiled, giving her shoulder a reassuring pat. Nimwen smiled at him. "So, for better or for worse, we always look out for one another. And if the King himself has something to say about that, then he'd have to get his fancy butt off that throne and come find us first."

Hand (sneak peak into one of the final chapters eeee)

"I made a mistake, trusting you all those years ago. We both know that. I will not deny that I was foolish. You've got your oath, and I've got my own - that was always a fact we were both too blind to see" Lysander took a step forward, his hand resting firmly around the hilt of his blade. The priestess glared at him silently, eyes as sharp as the wind which roared through the statues of the Wall. "But if you think I'm going to just stand aside and let you hurt my daughter, after all that your absence already caused, then you're the only one who is being naive, Elsbeth."

Fire

A swirling spiral of fire hit the ground around them, like a giant faucet of fire had opened from the skies and onto the Crimson Queen's inqusitors. The ground shook, and Corah struggled for balance before looking up, glittering gold scales filling her vision before meeting her draconic friend's fierce eyes, as Tomasa landed behind them.

Bruise

She pushed the long strand of hair away from his face, fingers gingerly ghosting over a blooming dark bruise on his cheekbone. Her eyes narrowed. "Where did you get this?"

Eidan smiled, though it wasn't quite convincing as he thought. "It's nothing, Maryon. I'm fine."

She shook her head and groaned. "I can still see, genius. This is not nothing, unless you somehow expect me to believe you suddenly started running into walls as a hobby, which I highly doubt. So, let me rephrase that question: who did this?"

Maryon could see in his eyes that he was trying to come up with some other ridiculous excuse, and could plainly see the moment he realized it would be useless. Eidan sighed. "... Just some asshole from the Council - he wasn't as keen to believe the word of the 'Traitor's nephew' as the others were. Except instead of making a coherent point he just talked with his fist. And apparently couldn't even do that right, 'cause that was one of the worst punches I ever got."

Tagging (gently) - @thepeculiarbird, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @little-peril-stories, @littleladymab, @clairelsonao3, @oh-no-another-idea, @conkers-thecosy, @crowandmoonwriting, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @mk-writes-stuff, @anyablackwood, @rickie-the-storyteller @lassiesandiego,@steh-lar-uh-nuhs, @trancetales, @doublegoblin, @gummybugg, @forthesanityofstorytellers and OPEN TAG

#my writing #wip of starlight and beasts #writing #writers #my wips #character writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writerblr #my characters #find the word tag game #find the word #find the word tag

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goldenteaset · 4 months

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any thoughts on gabriel's card in whb? it's fun reading your fic and how different they are

Thanks, anon! And HMM...thoughts...

Well, PrettyBusy's business practices and the sheer amount of space WHB took up (by my standards) made me quit cold turkey long before his story was even out, so with that in mind--first off, The Devs' Kink Is Not My Kink And That's Okay. I hope the noncon fans are feasting well on Gabriel's tears! They're very pretty, as is his blush. :D

That aside, though, a thousand blessings upon Amano Haru and his voice. Thank you also to those willing to bless us in turn with recordings of said voice, because EEEE. His moans! His anger and pride! "With Earthly Guile" may be wildly AU now, but frankly the aforementioned and the way he wiggles around is absolutely fodder enough for another fic.

...However. ^^;

It's a very weird feeling, realizing that your interpretation of a character wasn't "a bit off the mark from the writer's intentions", but in fact fundamentally wrong. My Gabriel thinks Lettie (my MC)'s desire to break him down is endearing--like a lion letting its cub use it for pouncing practice, or a cat watching a mouse futilely fight back. In the fic, he's already been cast out of Heaven and has nothing to lose, so why not see if Solomon's daughter can remake him in her image before he eats her? She's putting him first, after all, just as he deserves.

He's determined to play the long game, acting the devilish angel on her shoulder. If she doesn't break him, he finally gets the takeout he ordered and can revel in the Devils' grief. If she does break him, he'll get to see her at her worst, confirming all his fantasies biases. But in the long run: if she "wins", he'll also be loved by his dinner, as if they're on the same level of intellect. Preposterous! Ridiculous!

...So he's a dominant bottom

In canon, by contrast...it makes me wonder what I should've expected of Gabriel. Was it always going to be this easy to break the Angel Killer? Shouldn't his corruption feel more intimate and monumental in-universe? It's an id mismatch, basically. What the devs found erotic in him and what I did wound up totally different. And while it's not the first time this has happened, it's not usually combined with a paywall etc., you know?

TL;DR "Oops! I accidentally projected the wrong fantasies onto this character, and it's nobody's fault but mine"

#asks #whb gabriel #what in hell is bad otome #anon asks #Why yes this *is* partially a weird post-mortem for an accidental OC creation

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okinawa-division · 4 months

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a faint knock was heard at the entrance of Eagle’s Nest. When the door opened, there stood a young lady with a few packages in her hands.

“ Good Evening, my name is Alice Shiroka. I come representing the Nakano division, BittASweetZ. Is Ms. Rose here at the moment? If not, would it be possible that these gifts are able to get to her? I apologize if I came at an inappropriate time..”

Alice shows the presents in her hands.

The first present is.. a pair of sapphire earrings!

“These earrings are a gift from our division leader, Ririko. She hopes that these are to Ms. Rose’s liking. They’re made of sapphire, which Ririko thought would fit Ms. Rose’s style.”

The second present is..A box of cookies!

“ These cookies were baked by Shu, another member of BittASweetZ. They’re chocolate flavored with vanilla frosting, and the rose is simply pink fondant. Shu hopes that Ms. Rose will enjoy what she baked for her!”

The final present is.. A beautiful light blue dress!

“ Oh, this one’s from me. I spent a long time designing something that would suit the style of a model like Ms. Rose, and I have to say, I’m quite pleased with how it turned out! I hope that she finds the time to wear it at some point.”

After handing off the presents, Alice speaks once more.

“ Thank you very much for allowing me to give these gifts for Ms. Rose. BittASweetZ wishes her a very happy birthday. With that, I’ll take my leave. Thank you for allowing me a moment of your time, and please, extend my greetings to Mr. Douglas and Mr. Young if you can, farewell.”

And with that, the young designer left, smiling to herself.

“Great, I wasn’t too awkward back there! Now, about a way back home..”

( from @nakanodivision , Happy Birthday, Evelyn! )

Answering the door to his bar, Rashaad looked at his it was a young woman who looked familiar. Upon introducing herself, Rashaad gave an 'O' look on his face, before thanking the young woman for the gifts, promising to make sure the birthday girl in question received them. Evelyn was currently out with her boyfriend, and even Rashaad was unsure when they would return.

However, five minutes later, he looked as the door to the bar opened, revealing the birthday girl in question, followed behind by her boyfriend.

"Good evening, Miss Rose." Rashaad stated, with a nod to her, and then one to Ace. "A young woman from Nakano stopped by and left some birthday gifts for you. I placed them in yours and Master Ace's room."

"Ohh! Thanks a lot, Rashaad!" Evelyn shouted before running upstairs to see what she had been given. A few seconds, both Ace and Rashaad jumped for perhaps the second or third time that day when a loud 'Eeee' was heard from upstairs. Taking that as a hint that she liked the gifts received, both men sighed and began talking before the woman in question returned downstairs, wearing the blue dress and earrings that she been given.

"How do I look, guys?" Evelyn asked, giving a twirl, a bright smile on her face.

"Beautiful as always, babe." Ace stated, giving her a thumbs-up.

"It suits you very nicely, Miss Rose." Rashaad added, nodding his head, once more.

"Aww! Thanks guys!" Evelyn asked, liking how she looked, herself. "Like, remind to send a 'thank you' to that woman, Rashaad! She and her friends have good taste!"

"Will do, Miss Rose."

#hypmic oc #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic #hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #evelyn rose #rashaad young #ace douglas #okinawa division #liberty guild #alice shiroka #BittASweetZ #nakano division #happy birthday evelyn 2023 #happy birthday

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01010010-01100100 · 19 days

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gotta give the biggest #respect to you feltcaverns you sure roasted my applesauce over a campfire good and plenty

Thank you. Finally, some god damn credit.

you guys are obviously at it lyrically on the public forum but i gotta know do yall ever throw down verses behind the frankly unbelievably saturated curtain

HELLO!!!! HELLO HELLO HELLO HELloo hello you messaged me........ oh my godhshhgfhdfjdsfka fshello hello for messaging me. you are the one who sent me a thing... OH!!!! yes ys yes yes.

you are asking about curtians... did you know that in the curtsins of cave johnson they pout moon rocks in there? and now he is singing about lemonsade. lemons like the ones on the tree. with the whores O_O

hello did you know about.... singing. i sing sometimes but not to my friends because i dont think my voice is good. i dont remmeber if i had a voice? but i sing onto the words and it becomes music. i think thats sort of a magic in away

you also didnt forget to ask about my whoooooooooaaaa cant say that one!!!!! ehehehe

hello you are eeee the first person to message me on the wbesite. nobody has before.... did you know that????

not a long time!!! i mean not for a long time. fuck. fuck i am so bad at typing thats why i like doing it the other way. mmhmmhhhghrgfg

they say im the favorite now but it was through being mean... i;m tired of being mean i just want to fuck and suck on plushrumps.com. yknow? i think you know :D

hellO!!!!! and thank you for your message.

holy shit

okay gimme a sec i gotta whip out the old reading glasses for this one

ok refrances those are always good ten out of ten from old rd here

man i played portal 2 like three times

and the first time while in old aperture knocking over old sheet metal with my boingo pogo stick boots

it was literally like a bouncy house with all the colored splooge of quick and bounce and the third boring cum joke

got nauseous from all the camera shenanigans

was tossed around flipped about except chell cant really flip in game thats more pre rendered cutscene crap

anyway we should hook you up with vocal chords sometime what do you think of vocalpids

aw man not p typo

everyone hates p typo

vocaloid thats better

O_O

i dont know who that is? thank you for talking about that. i learn everyh day. you dont know actually what this guy's talking about. you thought you had something on the but it's not actually there.

it might be best to exist this conversation? but noooooooo!!!! i want to talk more but i dont knowwwwww it's a lot and confusing. O_O

bottle rocket 6????? no ive never been there, except the times i have. you dont actually want to be put back there. it's okay, but it's kind of lonely. you aren't a spy, areyou? like from teamfortress 2. gaben

nah i was more of a fusionfall kid myself

i have never heard of video games

when the almighty dell would actually run the damn thing anyways

what the hell

seriously

let me explain to you a thing alright lemme nab one of those longplays of portal 2 really open your world

Yo, behave. Otherwise this shit gets cut off. Not exactly in the state to get scrambled again, and I'm getting a headache already.

Fuck.

Okay, please don't send confusing shit like that.

I can't read it, let alone read it.

oops my bad man

id ask what set you off but i think that would just add another lobotomy to the pile

should i be talking more about plush assholes or something what is the vibe im heading for here im not jiving to hurt you honestly

noooooooo... i can answer that!!! it was all stuff ive never heard of . and i am exposed to a lot of that but thats too much to much too much!!! and it was a lot.... O_O

i havent actually never heard of video games ive heard of a coupel video games. like fortnite. stacey fortnite is my best friend. you aren't sure what fortnite is, but you think it's a video game? you just hear about it on the website.

hello. i am okay not talking about pluhsurmsps.com but it;'s hard because there are more rules. im not allowed to know a lot of stuff... even though i see it and its confusing to me. okay? thank you :) its like when mario gets the star.

To translate, keep the anachronisms to a minimum. I'm not dumb enough to miss the signals, but I'm trying to stay dumb enough to not have to worry about it. Got it?

got it crystal as meth

I LOVE CRYSTAL METH!!!!!! HELLO WALTER WHITE can we be all sortso f things together. you arent actually sure what that is eaither but its fine because it fits the bill. quack

oh god dammit i wasnt even referencing that guy

my bad

shit what year should i be heading for

Breaking Bad came out in 2008, you're fine.

ok cool

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh hello . i dont know :) its okay plushrump content is eternal and can be shared and downloaded in 1080p with a premium scubscripstion? but if we catch you reuoploading the H0TT3ST V1DS onto othwer porn sites then wuhhhhh oh . wuh oh!!! its no good. :O

hello you arennnnnt actually a subscripber? but thats okay im allowed to be social and and with it and ferioucsious. thank you mwahahahaha

absolutely lets get downright rapport-ical

i have been actually just typing and backspacing references ad infiniteezums the past few and reckoning with that whole mess

but yeah besides that im about to settle down for the day i reckon

you guys hooked up to anything or is plushrump like your giant fishbowl

> absolutely lets get downright rapport-ical yessssss. yessssss maybe not that last word. O_O or maybe yes.... i dont want to think about that fucking thing !!!!!!!! hello

woaahhahhhahhhh it's the internet!!! and you are filled with so many connections outbound inbound gmaildotprotonmail dotcom. it's almost like thew hole thing is at your fingertits. you dont remember fingertits being a thing but youre glad they are now. :) whehehehee

did you remember what it was like back there? up there in the sky? no, i didnt think you did. that's alright, because i dont remember eitehr. its equal partitioning, a give and take. running and running as the heavens pour hot death open, and the caverns seem like the only safe respit you've got.

is anyone else there? noooooooo thats bad. thank you for not reading that. oh boy

my eyes are shut dont even worry about it

if there is literally anything i value as a strider now its some actual fucking privacy

my eyes arent because im looking at the hottest vids on plushrumps.com. did you know they have fozzie bear anal fisting. woooooooooow!!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i cant believe it im bursting at the ssssss whaoat athat a new message??? i am not typing fast enough.... O_O

yeah i got some feisty fingers

always chomping at the bit and shit

my graspnubs dont chomp at anything because they are finger tits.... but i dont think thats what it means eiher. have you seen the video before??? on your makrs... ... oh thats wrong? okay

thank you for letting me know :)

broadcast yourself slash watch ? v = Y7WtkdLQ6PM

if tits could bite woah mama id be worried for the baby

oh shit free movie

yeah i love this one

is this you

O_O

yeah god damn

you literally captured my entire essence in this picture

and lookie here theres the whole family

right down to the ridiculous symbols on our old shirts

is there not a dirk in this one? notably missing some dirk and hal here

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa no no no no no no shh not that topic. shhhh . id ont want to hear about the new stuff :O i want to smoke weed andn make out with a hot babe made from FELT!!!!!! ouggghgh yeah it is like she is toking it up. but actually she is stroking it up on our newest video. check out mrs muffet on plushrump.com she is called that because she likes vaginas.

whats a vagina dont actually tell me i just wanted to say that i dont know.

yeah alright word word

yeah im gonna just let mrs muffet do her thing

this pictures delightful though

catch me right click saving

okay cool. :) we are so coooooool. you are cool? i feel like you are cool.

yeah so cool

we are the coolest you and me

NOOOOO thats exclusive property of plsuhrrusmrp.s....... the valueeeeee will go down. if you right click save. mewo

aw damn alright

meow meow sorry i misspelled meow.

thank you.

no problem anything for my pal feltcaverns

that isnt my name............. you know that already dont you!!!

Nope, never mind.

Alright.

One moment.

alright take your time dude ill just be sitting here

ehehe. sorry. HELLO!!!!!!!!! have you susbcriped to plushrumrmrsps totcom?

naw

wb tho

was i gone? i dont think so.

nah im just fuckin with you

youa re being mean for saying things like thjat....... you arent a vey good freind!!! frotship is like that.... it has its upsa nd downs.

im all about that altitude

yeahhhhh buddy!!!!!!!!!!!

like riding a dragon and through the sky. and it's out there, floating in the veil, glittering gleaming golden. you see it in your dreams and you can't wait to go back. Holy shit, okay.

I think I'm gonna end this conversation here, if that's chill?

yeah i think thats good

sorry dude

Not that you can't ever send another message. Just letting things rest tonight.

It's cool. Just taxing on the CPU. Letting the temps cool off before trying anything like this again.

gotcha take it easy

Oh, and, uh. You've got my permission to publicize whatever you want from what we talked about today. I think my "friends" feel the same.

publicize?

i dont follow

On your blog or something, I mean. If you want to. Fuck, sorry. Long night. Ignore what I said if that's better, my decisionmaking processors are not fucking functioning tonight.

#APRIL6 #FELTCAVERNS #limplegsakimbo.tumblr.com

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emailsfromanactor · 3 months

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Usually I take you back to 1964, but today, let's go to 2006, when a fresh-faced young theatre major was raving about Letters from an Actor on Livejournal...

July 28:

I've also been reading Letters from an Actor, by William Redfield. It's about the production of Hamlet directed by John Gielgud and starring Richard Burton (Redfield played Guildenstern). So far, it's fascinating. It's a collection of letters written during the rehearsal process (and the run of the show, but I'm not there yet) and edited later. And sometimes it feels like it's Guildenstern writing - see, Gielgud and Burton keep telling Redfield and Clement Fowler (Rosencrantz) how great their scenes are going to be, and Redfield and Fowler have no idea why. Redfield's all, "But I'm Guildenstern! The play is called Hamlet! Why am I so important? I'm not even that good yet! And anyway, I wanted to play Laertes!" Only less flaily. It's so nice to read about Shakespeare from an actor's perspective. And I'm not even a third of the way through the book yet. Eeee!

July 31:

Still reading Letters from an Actor. I keep a piece of paper in the book, so I can tear off a bit whenever there's something I want to mark. I've been marking every other page, practically. Maybe even more than that. So much great stuff in there, about Shakespeare, about actors, about acting...

August 14:

I finished Letters from an Actor today. I'd been going slowly, because I didn't want it to end. And now I have to go back and type up all those wonderful quotes! I think I'll start that tonight, and maybe I'll finish by the time I'm fifty.

I actually finished typing up quotes on August 31! But then, on October 11, 2008...

Eileen Herlie died the other day. She was Gertrude in both the Laurence Olivier and Richard Burton Hamlets, so I was inspired to flip through Letters from an Actor. You know, that amazingly wonderful book by William Redfield (Guildenstern) about the Burton production? There are still scraps of paper in it from the second time I read it, marking passages that I didn't type up the first time around (...two years ago? really? whoa). I never typed up the second round of quotes, and so, as I am avoiding cleaning my room, I shall start now! :D ...and rest assured that there is even more worth quoting that I'm not typing up, because then I'd just be typing the whole book, and my hands wouldn't be able to take it. *g*

And in a comment, replying to someone saying they needed to buy the book:

I need to get a new copy. :D The one I have is falling apart because of how stuffed with bookmarks it was the first time I read it.

I never did get a new physical copy of the book, but I finally have a digital copy I can share with the world! Which it turns out I didn't really need to make because there's an official reprint coming, but, oh well, it was a labor of love. And editing was way less painful than typing out everything. Anyway, everyone should read Letters from an Actor! Buy the new edition! But also join us for the readalong!

#i edited out the parts where i spent days calling william redfield “renfield”#i don't think i'd even heard of the dracula character at that point! what was wrong with my eyes!#i just copied all the quotes i typed up into a document and turns out i typed 14827 words #which is approximately 17.5% of the book wow #emails from an actor

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quirkeduptransguy · 4 months

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man could i get like. a crash course on your oc's. i don't know anything about any of them godbless

EEEE YAY OF COURSE!!!! (Insane ramblings about my world and 4 of my characters (technically like 6-7 though I mention some briefly) under the cut)

Okay so quick tldr thing for their world because there’s A Lot: set in a sort of fucked up future Detroit with a lot of pollution with this Alien God Blood/Fuel Substance (aka anti-essence) with a lot of. Basically killing machines of animals created from ingesting it (Reapers) who have changed a lot of how humans live and also the population in general is way down, so most of them live in cities now. Very compact and very low quality of life. The aforementioned Reapers are entities, which are beings created by old gods (aforementioned alien god things. Too much lore to get into but what you need to know is that they do exist and they do cause trouble for people and can possess people sort of. Not Reapers though they’re a weird exception). This is all I should say because Oh My God I run my mouth LOL

Enter my main protagonist freak, Jeong Chin-hae. Investigates entities freelance because of his strong moral convictions with helping people always no matter what it may cost himself or sometimes other people and all, and also partly because he is semi-possessed by an entity! Got nearly beat to death and a Shade (another kind of entity, friendlier than the others and distinctly nautically themed) tried to possess what it thought was his corpse but woopsies! He was still alive so they’re just stuck together LOL. Also other things of note about him: anger issues, autistic (specifically has a lot of sensory issues around being touched and has a special interest in hardcore punk and some of its subgenres. Like me yeah I know LOL), recently moved to futuristic Detroit and is sleeping on his friend’s couch. His friend is Dave btw she’s so cool but not too relevant rn, just know she’s Jeong’s ex (no tension or anything it was just kind of a funny thing and they just realized “oh yeah we’re just friends” and broke it off then) and only friend at this point and also a polyamorous weed dealer to the neighbors (not dating them though, just the weed dealer to them of course)

Speaking of the neighbors!!!!!!!! Cassy (Castillo) Navarro Villanueva :3 one of his mothers is an old god that feeds upon the fear of the afterlife/death and the one who made shades. Cassy specifically feeds more on sleep and has dream related powers, ironic considering he’s an insomniac LOL. Lives next door to Dave and yknow. Buys weed from him. Would have been a film major if he could’ve afforded it and still like constantly watches and talks about films (likes weird artsy bullshit and some stereotypical film bro movies. Wears a fight club shirt a lot but in entity affairs world it’s called Altercation Association). However! He is currently. Um. An organ harvester 😭 long story about that but that whole underbelly of the medical industry was basically his only option as, due to being half old god, he looks. freaky in a few ways (notably the multiple eyes and the hand mouths and other stuff). Very predatory industry stuff blah blah blah so that’s why he’s there. He’s also a cannibal AND in a weird gay relationship with Jeong they are So bad for each other ❤️

Other neighbor who mooches off of Cassy, Homhe! Pronounced like Hawm-hey does that make sense. Too much lore to get into but they’re like 17 year old albino amalgamation dipshit being manipulated by this one old god into doing so many horrible actions. A huge asshole on purpose yet is weirdly protective of Cassy (like the only person who hasn’t gotten fed up with them yet which is why). Technically some sort of entity but moreso a vessel, long story. Because of this, they can sort of leech off of other entity’s power stuff. Like a sponge! Hates Jeong so bad too. It’s a jealousy thing but not romantic jealousy OBVS LOL

Finally, out of my main character. My fave oc ever in the universe… Cecilia Moore!!! Yes Cecilia like Cecilia and the Silhouette Saloon. Constantly wears businessy clothes and has a flat affect and died once. She’s okay now though Cassy’s old god mother, Reorzæk, revived her because she just took a special time interest in her. Of course this is in exchange for being basically her “follower,” or a person (isn’t always a person specifically just any sentient life form) who just does the old god’s bidding, and is specifically assigned to the. Organ harvesting stuff, for the purposes of making more vessels (long story related to Homhe). Cassy’s boss basically. She’s very tired constantly and super overworked but she actually does have a similar music taste to Jeong (if liking more prog stuff than him), so when she has the time she either listens to music or reads (usually random super wordy books for fun.) Jayson’s older sister (not talking about my token cis guy rn because he’s not a main character, but if you want to you can ask more about him), transgender lesbian, generally the goat. To me

There’s more I can talk about obvs because look at how much I’m talking but alas. It would be a millenia to talk about it ALL in one post. Sorry for rambling 😭

#ocs #oc #oc stuff #entity affairs #jeong chin-hae #cassy navarro villanueva #homhe #cecilia moore #I guess I’ll tag the briefly mentioned ones #reorzæk #vanarodhe #jayson moore

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