#so i send out my irl friends to find dresses

[hellsgreatestfashionista]

The succubus grinned at the doll overlord. "Money's not an issue. And while there's no specific theme, I'm partial to glitter and glam. The shinier the better."

- 🪷

That was a terribly ominous answer... Oh well, it's not like anyone could steal clothes from her, given her powers. She got up from her desk, pushing the succubus away from her. It wasn't a shove per se, but it wasn't too gentle. Then she made her way through the room, eyes roaming over multiple rolling hanger bars, before finding her favourite one.

"Those are some pieces from my personal collection. The ones I made to wear at fancy events and shit like that. Some I've actually debuted, some never fulfilled their intended purpose. Take a look around, it might give you a more clear idea of what you'd want"

"Or if you find something specific you really like, I could tamper with the measurements to make it fit you." It's not like she was going to wear any of those again. She wore her gowns only once each. The paparazzi always took photos of her, after all, and she couldn't be caught repeating an outfit in some big occasion. That would look cheap.

[roturo]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹ CHAMPAGNE CONFETTI

₊˚⊹♡ I WANNA SEE IT IN MOTION! IN 3D! gojo satotu, geto suguru, nanami kento, yuta okkotsu, megumi fushiguro˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

tags: sexting, degradation, some of them have sub/dom dynamics, semi public arousal (?), sex videos (do not practice this irl), friends with benefits, established relationships, and more idk.

A/N: such a weird combination of jjk men lol

gojo satoru

he was tired and annoyed once he got to the hotel after killing some stupid curses that easily a grade 2 sorcerer could do the work– but oh how they have been insisting on him to continue doing missions this days. he swears it’s utahime’s fault to finally take control over the tokyo students and make them move to kyoto.

but the true thing is that he was also so pent up after spending a long time without you beside him, he would call it a day after taking a shower and lay in bed– but a notification on his phone stopped him before doing so.

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i bought this new pair, it reminded me of your eyes, i miss you:(

and holy fuck- he swears if he wasn’t in just a pair of black briefs his cock would suffocate because of how fast he got hard– his hand immediately traveling trough and start working nicely to release the feeling. the pre-cum being more than enough to lubricate his cock and make it easier to jerk off– with one hand he opened up the camera and took a video before sending it to you.

sounds of whines and whimpers coming out of the video, making you immediately wet– a visible wet patch forming in your panties, he sounded so pretty– pretty enough to reply to him with another video of you coming –still with your panties on– by just rubbing yourself in the pillow.

“ah fuck it– someone else can take care of this mission”

geto suguru

he’s not a fan of it– he prefers having it in real motion in 3D– and he knows that because when you do send him some risky text or picture is just to piss him off– or maybe he likes to think you’re just a horny slut for him. 

but fuck it, why he couldn’t be the horny slut just for once this time? just one time –that’s what he promised himself– the idea of you going out with your friends today, the dress you were wearing being a lil bit too much short for his liking –not wanting to be the type of boyfriend he wouldn’t let you wear whatever you want– and he knows other men will be seeing you and get hard just at the thought of you, so that’s why he needed you like right now.

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wouldn’t u be so nice to come back home and help me relieve some stress? pls baby, i need you.

and this was surprising as fuck because geto was always so dominant, making you the needy one in the relationship, so this wasn’t an opportunity to waste.

send a video of yourself to show me how much you want me.

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fuck, i’m typing with just one hand rn, all i can think of is your pretty lips around my cock.

you were in the restroom of the bar you decided to go out with your friends, core pulsing, surely there was a wetness coming out of you, trying to release some tension, you tried to find some friction by rubbing your thighs together.

i’m going back home baby, do not cum.

nanami kento

“you fucking horny needy slut.” 

he exhaled, the words barely hearable– he had to re-adjust in the chair he was sitting on, pants suddenly too tight, tie not letting him breathe and time going lower this time.

“Nanami-san, are you feeling okay?”

he wouldn’t admit it outloud but he’s a fan of the risky texts you send him, edging him and make him eager to go back home as soon as possible– but right now, it would be nice if you didn’t send this in the middle of a fucking reunion he had with some clients. this time you wouldn’t be the only one playing silly games– he would take a quick photo of his growing erection in his pants, with no text, no emoji, no nothing. and the reunion was stressing him out, he was so pent up that he’s a millimeter from standing and leaving.

you knew that, you fucking knew he was in a reunion, but you still decided to desobey him and be a needy brat just to be fucked stupid. and ohh he wouldn’t fall for your silly games, he’s not angry, he’s actually pretty excited to get back home and just edge you till you fall apart in his arms begging for release.

he couldn’t wait.

yuta okkotsu

he’s BRIGHT RED. he was supposed to be focusing on whatever gojo-sensei was talking about, but the moment he opened up your message he expected everything else but this. 

and he thinks this was an accident, but no way– the way your body looks, how good your tits looked, damn. 

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why won’t you come and play with me instead yuta~ ;( 

shit, he felt his cock throb and start growing inside his pants– it was so painful to see you like that and can’t have the real thing in 3D to touch, he swears he could just cum if you showed up in front of him like that-

“Are you okay Yuta?”  Maki’s voice brought him back to reality, the sudden pain of his cock searching for release becoming a little bit too much to bear– he needed to do something right now.

He excused himself to the restroom, clear erection showing on his pants– praying to god no one saw it, a wet patch forming in it thanks to the amount of pre-cum he was leaking right now.

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lewd sounds came from the video; panting, whimpers, and moans saying your name– you never thought he would answer back, fuck- you even thought this was going to ruin your relationship with yuta, but holy fuck. 

there he was, fucking his fist in the bathroom at the image of you, sudden cum painting the mirror, loud whimpers came out of him, telling you how much he needed your little pussy wrapped around his cock–

I’m going to your dorm rn, cant wait anymore

megumi fushiguro

okay. you were supposed to be only friends but god damn. he swears it was the time– suddenly the texts turned more risky and now you’re sending him a video of rubbing yourself with your pillow with his shirt. 

and he was never this eager to cum, biting the lower part of his shirt so he could keep his moans back and not wake up Yuuji in the other group (plus he was way too needy to take his shirt off), phone on the other hand on a video call with you while he shows the lewd image of himself fucking at your own movements between a screen.

fuck gojo-sensei, why did he had to send him on a mission? he needs to see you like that but instead of a pillow being the thing you’re rubbing your pussy into, it needs to be his cock instead.

“Ah- ffuck…” small sounds calling out your name came from megumi’s mouth, almost audible thanks to the shirt preventing him from moaning out loud, “sshit, i just wanna be back to see you and touch you baby, i know you won’t regret this.” strips of cum coming out of him, the view making you dizzy and helping you reach your own high too.

[milllersfae]

‧₊ ⋅★ 彡 all yours I bodyguard!abby x fem!reader

word count: 2.3k I warnings: attempted sa* (*not by abby we don't play that!), intoxication, fem!reader, angst + fluff I summary: 'before you entered just a couple minutes before, her eyes grazed you well for a second before following behind you with a hand to your back, guiding you in. "you can call me abby. i'm yours for the entire night. if you need anything at all, lock eyes and I'm there."'

a/n: this takes me back to my wattpad days! this fic is a lot more intense than my other works, so i can understand if it doesn't sit well with some readers, my apologies. miiiight make a part two if my heart can handle it. thank you to @millersaurora for inspiring me to keep writing even if im struggling irl a bit. so many hugs ^^

im sending a limo for you. i sent a bodyguard to bring you here. you'll find us sitting in VIP, k? give me a call if ANYTHING happens, see u soon <3

the new blue bubble appeared, bright white screen against your face in the darkness of the car. your model-of-a-friend plus-oned you into a private party after your long hiatus from nightlife. there was an itch against the sequins of your slip dress, a sweat that built on the foot of your heel that fought between a knot in your throat. any distraction to keep your mind off her.

she sat straight, back stiff against the leather of the seat. her hair was neat in a blonde braid and fell over her shoulder, contrasted against her black button down. before you entered just a couple minutes before, her eyes grazed you well for a second before following behind you with a hand to your back, guiding you in. "you can call me abby. i'm yours for the entire night. If you need anything at all, lock eyes and i'm there."

your mind was a never-ending race that you didn't even notice the car came to a halt at the front of the venue. music loomed heavy outside the building, an echoing call that coaxed you in. you turned to abby for a sense of reassurance. she raised a curious brow, in an essence of a silent 'you ready'? and you nodded in reply. she headed out her side of the door, rushing over to open yours. she held an arm out to help you balance on your heels.

"after you."

your face flustered as you thanked the driver and stood up to hitch yourself around her, arm feeling the ridges against her bicep. you walk through the doors as the vibration of music hummed through your body. the room was full of people and personal chatter, only illuminated by the flicker of the overhead lights. the two of you searched for your vip seating, making way through cliques and crowds of people. abby caught sight of the group, pulling you in her direction. you followed with a wobble, walking up a slim set of stairs to meet at a large velvety booth.

"you made it!" your hostess exclaimed, wrapping you in a big hug as you sat next to her. "i hope abby was no issue to you. she's not a huge talker."

you sneak a look at her where she sat next to you, taking a slow sip of her drink. your stare held longer than you imagined, her eyes meeting yours as she swallowed. you turned back with a blink and nodded. "n-no, not an issue."

your friend smiled in response. "i'm so glad you could come out tonight. go order a drink, dance! get out there! i'll be here for most the night talking to my manager about my next runway show." she cocked her head towards the main floor. "abby will watch out for you if anything goes off."

you oblige, nervously getting up to make your way to the bartop. you scooted past guests with soft 'scuse me's and 'thank you''s as you finally found your way to the stools. you found an open seat and grabbed the bartender’s attention for a daiquiri.

you never against a night out, but such an atmosphere had grown unknown to you. you felt a little nervous at your presence, sitting amongst those in high-level industries—only to be a mere plus one. you try to settle your mind with the first sip of your drink, strawberry sweetness distracting you from the thought. it was long before one drink turned into three, the intoxicating feeling stirring itself into your bloodstream, slowing your anxiety into a gradual thought in the back of your head.

a broad-shouldered man found his way to the seat beside you, making notice of the glint of shimmer that coated your dress.

"you're surprisingly mellow—how'd you get into a high energy little thing like this?"

your head turned with a startle before taking the man in. he wasn't an eye sore, gaze filled with a similar drunkenness that made you open up more than you usually would.

"a friend wanted me to come. not big on the energy and unfamiliar faces here."

he nodded with an attentive assuredness that brought you an hours-long awaited peace you had been hoping for. even though the two of you didn't exchanges on names, you unfurled into conversation faster than you'd ever expected yourself to.

"how 'bout a drink or two, take it as my congratulations for getting the guts to come out tonight." the tuxed man joked, ushering over the barkeeper for a round of drinks. they soon arrived, liquor running brown over the crowd of ice in the glass. with a sequence of sips, the event felt bearable after all. you turn back to check on your friend, consequentially shooting you thumbs up of assentment on your new guest. you motion a nod of humorous disapproval before meeting his face again. it had changed now, where something more playfully arrived. he put his hand over yours, grazing the top of your knuckles slightly.

"is it too late to get out of here?"

your eyes darted nervously, unsure of your answer. before you could utter a response, abby had impatiently parted through the cluttered crowd of partygoers to meet you at your seat. her face was taunt and fixated on the new acquaintance.

"hey, let’s go talk real quick." abby muttered, grabbing the man by his collar, and rushing from the barstool to the back of the room. you worriedly followed, yelling her name haphazardly. the room had felt it grown temporarily quiet at your voice, your ears ringing and vision becoming blurrier than it had already became. you finally found the two with a turn of the corner, your hands hitting your mouth in shock.

abby laid another punch into his nose, already bloodied and stricken with fresh bruising. in your best attempt to not draw attention you struggle in separating the two with a pull, meeting absolute failure. the man had given up with a slump to the floor before abby finally turned to you, face reddened with anger.

"what the fuck is wrong with you!" you cry and try to shove her, only to find her solid as a wall. her breaths were heavy against your skin. you were dizzy and drunk, making weak punches into her stomach before she held you by the shoulders, pinning you place.

"honey, listen to me, you didn't fucking see what i saw—"

"see what? what are you, jealous?" you jokingly spat, inebriated thoughts coming to the surface. you wrestle at abby's grasp, her eyes growing pained and concerned.

"no!" she tried to hold you still, trying to hold your erratic attention. "he—he was trying to drug you."

you stopped, her words hitting you with a jarring halt. you focused on the sound of your own breathing, then the music, then eyes, cloudy and blue were pinned on you, brows wrinkled deep.

"when you turned around i saw him slip something in your drink. i had be watching him all night. i couldn't stand and watch it any longer."

her voice teetered back in forth in your head, trying to catch up with your own conscience while you tried your best to piece together the last half-hour. how easy he had gotten to you, how good it had felt.

how fake it had been.

you feel you eyes water, finally finding words to slur out.

"can we please leave. please."

abby assuredly nodded, holding her hand for you to grab as you head back towards your table.

"i'm gonna tell everyone we're leaving and explain the situation some more in the morning..."

it didn't register with you much, and abby had made notice. she looked over to you, eyes patient and empathetic.

"don't worry, i got you now."

you fluster a bit before making it to the table. you couldn't make out abby's words, only focusing on the reassuring shoulder she gave your host. the two nodded in agreement before she returned back to you. you walked back to the very entrance you came from, air hitting you in a waft after the smother that lingered in the stuffy club. abby let you into the awaiting limo.

"anywhere i can take you? home? we can go the police station if y—"

"...is ramen an option?"

abby laughs softly, relived at your reemerging composure.

"always an option."

-

the two of you made the safe choice of renting a room a classy hotel abby had picked herself. after the 20 minute back and forth on guilt that you had about the price, you let her pick the last room they had left, carefully escorting you to the elevator.

the silence was deafening, the incline up the floors feeling an inescapably slow pace. you looked at the floor, barely able to look her direction. your lips parted nervously to make the first statement.

"m'really sorry. i'm so naive."

she made a pensive nod, staring down at the bags of takeout she held in her hand.

it seemed like she couldn't look at you, too.

"never apologize for someone else's manipulation. that's all i ask of you."

with that, the doors parted allowing the both of you to step onto the floor you would home for the night. with a touch of the keycard, the door coaxed open. with a enter, you made a muffled gasp at the size.

it was spacious, king-sized bed sitting at the back of the wall, decorated between two sleek white nightstands. a white rug sat at-length on the ground, leading your eyes right towards the never-ending windowed sight of the cityscape-sky. you found yourself hypnotized by the sight, walking in beeline to the glass. never in your life was something like this possible, yet your mind still lingered on the cause of it all. you feel abbys' presence join you, giving you a light nudge on the arm.

"let's eat before it gets cold, right?"

you nod, making your way to the spacious bed that almost seem to await your arrival. abby hands your bowl, warmth still on your palms. she hands you your chopsticks already split and the two of you began to dig in, slurps and gulps filling the room. it was that same feeling you got before from him but unnerving. real.

abby raises her bowl to your chin, rope of noodles twirled around the wooden stick.

"you wanna try?" she prompts, raising it to your mouth.

you gave a hesitant nod before parting your lips. her eyes drift slightly to your lips before softly mumbling 'say ahhh' before you finish with a chew and swallow.

everything about her became an aphrodisiac in the moment. it was any part of her; the scent of her perfume was neutral and linen, the roll of her sleeves and the toned forearms beneath them, the slight unbutton of her shirt revealed a thin gold chain with her name written in script. you hid all the feelings in an elongated chew as she gave you a second bite. the taste of umami had a good way of derailing your sultry mind.

your buzz had begun to become endurable again as you tried to recount the moments of the night. how much had carelessly entered and left your mind, but her. she stayed. she looped and weaved and was consistent.

"i know you're not big on my apologies but i'm sorry i screamed at you. you were just doin' your job." you lazily swirled your chopsticks in your broth to avoid any stare at her upper body.

abby clicked her tongue against her teeth. "don't sweat it. wouldn't be the first time. you were scared," she started, slurping a mushroom into her mouth. she chuckled beneath her breath. "'was funny how you thought i was jealous though."

you unexpectedly yelped at her comment, eyes wide with embarrassment. you place your bowl on the bedside counter, hands gripping your dress with fervor. "i said that?"

she followed, placing hers next to yours. she shrugged her shoulders, comically shaking her head.

"yea, something like that. I wasn't offended."

"i hope not, that whole thing was far from cute." you reply, hands fiddling in your lap.

"god, never about that guy. guys like him make my job feel worth it. like i did my part." she fixes a hand in her hair, undoing the braids with a few movements of her finger. abby leaned in, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"i never said i wasn't jealous though."

your face fell hot at the tension, noses near touching. she scans your face for reaction, eyes unaware of your next move.

you battled between your intoxicated mind and inner conscience. something told you this was stupid. immature, even undiscerning.

but something stronger told you it felt just right.

you wrapped your arms around her, repositioning your body to lean in hers. you could feel the warm of her skin against yours, like a signal idling towards an impatient yes.

"thank you. so much. i wish i could find another way to say it." you hushed.

"you can."

she pressed against you, lips leaning deep into yours. the mix of whiskey and strawberry still left on your tongue only made your clamor deeper, head pressing against a tendril of hair that fell in front of her face. she pressed her hands against your hips, the indents of her rings felt cold against your skin. the felt of her touch ate you whole, made you feel blanketed in comfort, made a bliss long unfelt.

you parted, your lashes parting with a flutter, taking in the burdening desire that she had created and unfurled inside of you.

"see, that wasn't so hard." she teased, cupping a hand behind your ear as you fall into her chest to muffle your unexpected laugh.

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[dollya-robinprotector]

FINALLY! DOLLYA CONCEPT

I'll have a little look back and remember how I came up with this current Sona design. The me of 2021 definitely would look at this and go "WTF???". When I search and place old drawings side by side for comparison, It's really been a process of changing my perspective on myself and constantly finding what I want.

It'll be very random and full of my old drawings, so if you don't mind a little rambling, welcome to go under the cut and go back in time with me!

Let's start with this design. As you can clearly see it was based on how I actually look irl, from the outfit, hairstyle to make-up.

Tbf this was not my first attempt to create a Sona, but it was a huge milestone because it's 2018, the year I got into my dream Art university and left home. My style completely changed, and this Sona showed it perfectly.

I drew this with my fingers, on my broken phone, to enter a Vietnamese clothes design competition, where we modernized some traditional clothes. What I did here is a modernized Nhật Bình. I won and got my design made into real clothes and sent to me. I'm still proud of it to this day XD

It was fun! I draw her almost daily, like how I do with Lya and Lyah in this blog. I used her to make friends with other artists. I even created a gender-bent version for her : D

But the uni life was stressful, especially when I entered my third year and tried to escape my parents' grasp. They were furious and threatened me, I started working extra and do commission to pay for my own living and rent, lessons were hard, and homework and projects were pilling,... As a result, I often use my sona to stress draw.

It didn't help much, my anxieties and insecurities kept adding to the molten fire inside me, and my overthinking got worse day by day.

But then at some point, I decided to separate myself from that sona. She turned into one of my many OCs, maybe more special but I no longer see my entire self in her anymore.

I have to thank my two besties for that. They pulled me out of my darkest moments and stayed with me. They remain to be my only two most important people in this whole world.

I started to "reuse" the sona appearance into creating many other OCs for many other fandoms I joined (Cookierun, HnK, FGO, KnY, Genshin,...). I had fun jumping between different styles lol.

The idea for the current design started to take shape when one day I drew her wearing a white delicate dress (I usually just do red) and a see-through sleep dress I just bought.

Something started clicking.

Then I became an assistant for an Ero Artist. Yup. I started to be exposed to more "sexy" character designs and tbh I just love those. I love drawing female characters already, but there's something something about cute and sexy girls in lingerie... If you know what I mean.

The design slowly became clearer. Cute and pristine-white, see-through lingerie, with little four petals flowers, and little bows, perfect.

The details still varied. They depended on the style I was using or my mood, whether I wanted to go into details or not. That's the fun of drawing your own design, let's keep it.

And here we are~ Maybe it's still not final, but I'm happy with it, and that's enough for me now!

If you've been reading this far, thank you and congratulations! I will send you a kiss and wish you a good day~~ Hope you're having fun scrolling on my blog~

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[swiss-mrs]

bestie… what does clubbing with goth and/or post-punk steve look like in your eyes? 👀 i would like to know

BESTIE

Not you opening the floodgates to us sending back and forth requests 🤭

Fun Lil #Swiss Fact: Back in Summer of 2021 my friends and I were trying to club/bar hop in a city/state we weren't familiar with and after 3 failed attempts (including crashing some rando's all-white party [I was in head to toe black]) we stumbled into a goth club and had the time of our lives.

I was in my little big titty goth girl era, so I just so happened to be in perfect dress code LMAO. This request has singlehandedly removed me from my pop girly mode and straight back into 80s/90s alt girl.

Haunted Haus

Steve Harrington x Goth Club Owner!Reader

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Warnings: Good Music ✌️🤪, Steve-isms (some bad flirting, not so discreet looking, but also some not well hidden nerves), a lil angst👀, a single, '90s reference (just ignore), Reader being an absolute goddess.

Reader/Unnamed Character Description: No Descriptions Beyond Clothing, No Mentions of Age, Race, Ethnicity, Height, Etc., No Use of Y/N, She/Her Pronouns, Mentioned as "woman" and "madame", Bodily Descriptions kept minimal/gn

Synopsis: Steve may be in a chokehold by the abundance of hot goth girls in media rcently and decides to indulge in the dark and alternative scene irl.

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Steve sat in the driver's seat of his BMW, gripping and twisting his hands around the wheel. The car sits stagnant in the grassy parking lot as minutes pass. "Come on, Harrington. You got this." Steve says for the millionth time, this time finally releasing a hand from the poor steering wheel to reach up for the review mirror, abruptly adjusting it to make eye contact with himself. "You got this." He uses his other hand to point at his reflection. Steve drops his hands to his lap as his gaze is taken from himself and to the paper sitting on the passenger's seat.

It was a flyer he'd stumbled across, or more accurately Robin stumbled across.

"I found the perfect thing for you." She burst through the door, taking Steve off-guard. He gave her a skeptical look, shifting his weight to one side, not really amused.

"And what is that, I ask regrettably."

"Ooo, that's a big word." Robin quips back a little too easily, causing Steve to roll his eyes, but Robin pays no mind as she averts her gaze to the paper in her hand.

"Haunted Haus, Goth Night." She flips the paper around to shove the front side in Steve's face. He jerks back, just out of reach. "Found this little baby." Steve’s brows furrow as his eyes adjust to try and read the text on the paper being held far too close to his face. "This may be your chance to find you a Hex Girl." Steve snatches the paper from her grip and gives her an unimpressed look, but Robin remains unfazed, leaning forward and resting her elbows on the counter with a smug look.

Steve props himself on one hand as he leans his weight against the counter with one foot crossed in front of the other. He looks down at the paper in his hands, reading off the provided information and address. "Isn't that the old creepy church looking building?"

"Yeah, the one right outside of town." Robin confirms. "I did a little investigating, and turns out someone bought the cursed thing and turned it into an 'unconventional' night club." She replied, lifting a hand to place air quotes. Steve huffs in response. "As far as I've heard, it's pretty underground but also pretty popular."

"Oh yeah? And who have you heard that from?" He raises a brow, looking over invisible glasses over at Robin. She scoffs in offense.

"I have my sources." She rolls her eyes at Steve's continuous skeptical look. "Look, you obviously still aren't having much luck here, and now that you've officially developed an interesting niche," Steve scoffs again and rolls his eyes at her subtle jab. "I'm just trying to help."

"Where did you even find this?" Robin stands up straight and shrugs.

"Sources." She replies nonchalantly.

Steve lets out a huge sigh before ripping off his seatbelt and throwing the car door open.

As soon as Steve's white nikes hit the field and he stood to full height, it was like the cool night sucked all the warm air from his lungs. He stares up at the gothic structure ahead of him. Even from the back of the lot, you could hear the music flooding from the open doors. It was quite shocking to see the number of people attending, at least to Steve. There was no way there was this many people in Hawkins who were into this scene.

Steve stepped away from his car just enough to close and lock the doors behind him, beginning his tread to the club. The closer he got to the front door, the more he started to feel his heart thump against his chest. He's no stranger to parties by any means, but all his experience was exclusive to house parties and school dances. Since graduation, he honestly fell out of the party scene almost completely. He wasn't in college, and the thought of attending a high school party after graduation made him cringe. This was an exciting new venture for him.

Just as he clears the last row of cars, he gets a good view of the small crowd just outside the doors. People who, outside of their clothing and makeup choices, seemed like unlikely friends. People of all races, ethnicities, and statures all gathered together. It was odd to Steve to see such diversity, but it was refreshing.

He suddenly became a little self-conscious by his own outfit choice. Though he was in the standard all black getup, he was severely lacking the accessories, leather, and/or face paint, and it became extremely obvious as soon as he cleared the lot.

Resting on the doors of the entrance was a scary looking man and a brutish, equally scary looking woman. The man leaning against the left door was tall, a whole head above Steve. His arms were crossed, showcasing the muscle on muscle he was packing. His unamused, grey eyes pierced through Steve with one simple glance. There was no telling how he was able to keep going, but the striking gaze didn't stop Steve's body from moving forward.

Just as his foot met the cement of the sidewalk, the lady on the right side, nearly equal in height to Steve, took as step forward and held her hand up. Steve’s eyes met her green ones. Steve stopped in his tracks, waiting for the woman to speak first. Before she uttered a word, Steve could see her eyes track up and down his body with a keen gaze. "You here solo?" Her deep southern accent through Steve off.

"Yes." He dares to glance back and forth between her and the guy to the left. Once Steve's eyes land back on her, he lifts his chin in fake confidence. "I am." The woman's eyes squint slightly, seeing right through his confident facade. Steve's eyes flit back to the man to find steel eyes staring back with their ever-present empty glare.

"You won't be causing any trouble now, will ya, son?" She asks, bringing Steve's attention back to her. He raises a confused brow. Why is he being singled out? His eyes nervously bounce around.

"No? I'm just here for the..." He trails, gesturing to the lively club behind them. "Why? Do I look like trouble?" His confusion slightly over taken by his sassy tone. The woman steps aside and gestures toward the club.

"G'on." She says before stepping back to her 'post' by the door. Steve stands in place for a few more seconds, still a little thrown off by the interaction. The woman gives him a look as if to dare him to test her patience, and Steve takes that as a sign to get moving.

Steve cautiously walks through the doors, side-eyeing both bodies occupying the entrance, the man's eyes following him. Steve begins to question what he's gotten himself into.

Once he's officially inside, the lights and music are quick to overwhelm his senses. It's dark within the confines of the building, but the red strobe lights cast an intimate, sensual, almost sinister glow over everything. "Nice hair." A voice just barely over the music brings Steve out of his trance. He looks towards the voice to find a short woman behind a pedestal with a raised brow. Her hair was dyed black with short bangs and curled wisps of short layers just above her shoulders. Her skin was as pale as the moon, and her nails were chipped and painted red. "$3.00"

Steve stared at her as he fished in his pocket for the cash. Thankfully, he remembered to check the entry price on the flyer before leaving home. He plops the bills into her outstretched hand before receiving a short nod as an 'OK for entry'.

Steve walks further in, stopping at the top of the short set of stairs that lead down to the main floor. Being slightly above gave him a slight vantage point to get a quick scope of the club. Again, what did he get himself into?

Steve took each step one at a time, pausing on each one as he looked around. There was nothing but black clothing and flowing fabrics on the dance floor, limbs moving in every direction to the mixture of synth, bass, and fast drums. A few years ago, Steve would've viewed this crowd as a bunch of weird freaks in a derogatory sense, but now, Steve just sees the opitome of freedom.

Steve cringes at the thought of his younger self. If only he was as carefree and comfortable to just be himself from the beginning, instead of being so judgemental and close-minded, maybe he could look back fondly at his youth. Well, no time like the present. He buried those thoughts and moved forward, deciding to plant himself at the bar for starters.

Moving through the crowd, he had to dodge arms and legs. Most of those dancing were doing so with their eyes closed, truly doing so as if no one was watching. His head was on a swivel as he walked, not only to make sure he didn't accidentally get hit but also cause he had this itching feeling of being watched.

Steve looked over his shoulder towards the door, but neither the 'security team' nor the wispy haired girl were paying him any attention. He continued to look around the crowd. Maybe someone from town was there and spotted him, but no. He couldn't find eyes on him anywhere.

Shaking off the feeling, he gets to the half empty bar and leans one elbow on the bartop. He looks over to a girl just a seat down from him with gel spiked bangs and a messy, half updo similar to Elvira's. Just as she's handed her drink, she turns and makes quick eye contact with Steve. He tilts his chin up at her with a slight grin, but it must've not been as smooth as he had hoped cause all it did was get him a once over and eye roll in return as she walked away sipping through her straw.

Steve doesn't drop his grin until she's disappeared back into the crowd, and the bartender addresses him. He orders his usual before turning away from the bar and leaning back on his elbows, scoping out the club again. He sighs.

"Just don't pull that same cheesy crap you try on the girls that unfortunately find themselves here." Robin says.

"Hey, it's not-"

"'That bad.' Yes. Yes, it is, Steve. It IS that bad, and quite frankly, it's just as hard to watch." She deadpans. Steve scoffs, offended, shifting his weight as his eyes look around, trying to find a rebuttal.

Steve scoffs out a short laugh, shaking his head at himself. He doesn't know how or why, but ever since Nancy, it just seems like he's lost all 'game', and that loss is really not helping when it comes to moving on once and for all.

The bartender returns, setting the glass down next to Steve, causing him to turn and rest his forearms on the bartop. They exchange nods before the bartender goes back to work, and Steve takes his first sip. Soon, Steve finds himself getting lost in the liquid contained within the glass.

Was he ever really as 'smooth' as he thought? He never seemed to have such an issue with 'charm' before, but then again, he was never really himself back then. Not since her. He was always able to seamlessly put on this charismatic, flirty facade before. Everything he did was the same persona that won her over. When he let it falter, she left him, but now that he's trying that guy back on, it doesn't fit quite right anymore.

A part of him should be grateful that he's found a friend group that is willing to accept him for himself, all his good and bad, his true self, but when it comes to his love life, he can't help but wish he could be that guy again. He's been alone for so long now, and it's lonely.

He just wants someone again. In the beginning, that someone could've been anyone, but the more time he's spent alone, the more he's started to think he couldn't take that someone just being anyone. The idea of him 'peaking in high school' scared the ever loving shit out of Steve.

His fingers fiddle with his glass, spinning it round and round in his hand. He glances down at his fingers through the glass, metal reflecting through. Shit.

His heart suddenly feels heavy at the thought of his fallen friend. Steve retracts his hand slightly from the glass to stare down at the ring on his index finger, a thick silver skull. If only he could see him now. As if he could hear his laugh, Steve turns his head to the right. Out of the corner of his eye, he could've sworn he saw that cheesy grin staring back at him, but he's instead met with a row of empty seats. Steve furrows his brows. If Eddie were here, he would've loved this.

Steve lets out a humorless huff of a chuckle through his nose. He wants to laugh at the thought, but it just feels heavy knowing he's not here to actually enjoy it.

Before Steve can get too deep in his head, he feels an odd sense to look behind him, so he does. He turns his head to glance over his shoulder, only to be caught in awe. Just opposite from him was the woman of his dreams walking down a flight of stairs, staring in his direction. Jesus, you were gorgeous. He couldn't tell if you were actually staring right through his soul or just so happened to look towards the bar.

Adorning your body was a long black dress with a slit up the side, stopping at the top of your thigh. Your legs were covered with sheer black stockings that had delicate, intricate lace patterns. The leather of your black corest reflected the red lighting, absolutely sinful. Though your dress was lowcut, your neck, shoulders, and arms were covered in a black lacy fabric that flowed out at your wrists. Your red bottom, black heels topping off your entire look.

You stalked down the staircase with a dark elegance that could move mountains. You are the definition of the kind of woman men would go to war for. You must be the queen of the underworld if there is one, and God, did Steve feel some type of way about it.

Unlike Steve, the sea of bodies seemed to unconsciously part ways for you as your eyes locked in on Steve. Steve was the only one in this very spot at the bar. There was no other logical reason for you to be looking that direction besides looking at him, but he still left as if he was not the object of your gaze, not even when you were standing right in front of him.

"Nice hair." Steve scoffed. If he had a nickel for every time he- Oh God, you're on the move again. You maneuver to step around him and claim your spot next to him at the bar. Steve watches you place your 'usual', getting a 'Yes, madame' in response. Steve can't help but raise a brow slightly at the formality, but his face drops when you turn back to face him. "You're obviously," your up and down gaze burns through Steve's skin. "New."

Steve suddenly feels as if he was standing naked in front of you. He'd been 'once-overed' at least four times since he's gotten here, but your eyes make him question if he actually remembered to put on his clothes. When there's a bit of a silence between you two, Steve clears his throat to try and regain his voice. "That obvious?" He holds a slight grin on his lips, but his eyes bounce around nervously, a dead give away of his true inner turmoil.

You raise an amused brow, "Well, to be fair, we don't get many well-tailored suit jackets and non-distressed jeans, but the all-black is at least a start." A glass is placed at your side as you finish your sentence. You give the bartender a quick smile and a thank you before he nods and moves on. Steve's hand self-consciously goes to tug at the lapel of his jacket. He tries to think of a witty, charming come back, but you continue before his mind can catch up. "So, are you here to find a girl to fulfill a fetish, or are you finally coming out of the suburbian closet?" You bring the glass up to your mouth. Steve tries to answer but is too focused on your red colored lips around your straw.

"I, uh," he clears his throat, looking away. He hopes you didn't, but you definitely caught him staring. "The second one." You let out a small giggle.

"Well, that's better than the former, I guess." It's a little bit of both, but Steve would be damned if he admitted that aloud. "Let me guess. Popular boy in high school, couldn't be caught being 'weird'?" You tilt your head in a way that Steve couldn't help but feel was both a bit condescending and also adorable.

"Right on the nose." He leans his forearms on the bartop again, grasping his glass in both hands to discreetly try and cool his sweaty palms. You lean on the bar right next to him. The scent of you overwhelms his nose, replacing the stench of alcohol, evermore heady and dizzying. The fight against gravity had never been so tough on his knees.

"Cute." You state simply, bringing your straw back to your lips and taking another sip. Steve looks over at you, a bit shocked. He was completely ousted from the crowd around him. He's the outsider here. The one trying and failing to fit in. He didn't think this whole 'loser boy' thing would be what got him brownie points, but to hell with it. If it works, it works.

"So," He leans up a little bit to adjust himself to face you, leaning more prominently on only one arm. "Are you a regular here?"

Your brows raise, "Repackaging 'come here often', I see?" There wasn't much room between that sentence and the next, but it was just enough for Steve's stomach to drop to his stomach, already feeling the rejection incoming, but it didn't come. "You could say that." You shrug nonchalantly. "It is a nice space and all." You add. "I haven't seen you in these parts." You shoot back a bit more dramatized, fully leaning into the cheesy line delivery.

Steve looks around, nodding and fixing his jaw as if he got caught red-handed for something. "Touché." A smug grin grows on your lips as you take another sip of your drink. He turns back to look at you, you already holding eye contact. He swallows down the saliva that builds on sight. "This is my first time here, first time at a party type event in a long while, actually." He admits.

"Well, I'm glad I could be here for your first time." You reply seamlessly, fully aware of the innuendo. Steve huffs out a chuckle. His face warms both at the thought of what you're insinuating but also at the slight embarrassment of it all. "Tell me. Are you here because you like the music or is it something else?" The way you adjust yourself has Steve screaming 'something else' in his head, his eyes following your every movement as you turn.

"The music." He replies shortly, still checking you out. He blinks away, trying to control his wandering eyes. He clears his throat, "A... friend of mine was really into heavy metal, and one rabithole after another landed me here." You hum out a response, nodding to confirm your understanding.

"Too heavy for you?" You quip back. Steve scoffs out another laugh, shaking his head and looking down at his glass, a few strands off hair falling into his face.

"I guess you could say that. It wasn't bad, just wasn't quite my vibe." He glances over at you, finding your eyes oh so easily once more. "This fit me better." A genuine, intrigued smile slowly grows on your face.

"So, is your friend here with you tonight?" You already could tell he came here solo, but you couldn't help but ask for confirmation. As soon as you did, though, something in his eyes changed, that little glimmer that was barely there to begin with was stomped out like a dying ember. Steve pauses a second before responding.

"No." You immediately regretted bringing up what must be a sore topic. "He, uh, he couldn't make it." Your smile long faded, but you couldn't stop your brows from quirking up slightly in curiosity.

"That's too bad." You say with a slight kind smile, trying to lighten things up. "Maybe come back next Friday, Metal night." Your smile widens hopefully with your suggestion. It brings a small one to Steve's lips but it doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"Maybe." And you both leave it at that. A few beats go by before you try and change the subject.

"Well, since this is your first time and all," you start, leaning in on the two words with a small brow wiggle. "Would you like to dance?" Your question seems to throw Steve through a loop. You just asked him to dance?

"I, uh, yeah! Sure, of course." He stumbles a little, but overall excited, trying to play it cool. His little 'nonchalant, cool guy' facade fighting with his seemingly more natural 'playful and charming' attitude causes you to squint with a knowing smile. It's a bit comical how you can see right through him.

You finish the remainder of your drink by omitting the straw and drinking from the glass. Once the glass is placed back on the counter and stained red with lipstick, you grab his hand and start leading him away from the bar.

You don't get too far before your path is interrupted by the towering, grey eyed man from the front door. Steve's heart weighs down on his stomach at the sight of the man. He just looks like he could kill. "Pardon the intrusion, madame." His deep Australian accent cuts through. Steve furrows his brows in confusion once more at the reoccurring formality. "There is a matter that requires your attention. It won't take up much of your time." You look up at the man who looms over you even in your heels. You sigh.

"I will be right there." You reply. He takes a step back to give you space, but maintains a close enough distance to lead you away once you're ready. You turn to Steve with an apologetic glance. "I'm sorry. Would you mind giving me just a moment?" Steve is a bit stunned.

"Yeah, sure..." He trails, confused. You give him a smile.

"Save me that dance, will you?" He melts at your smile, thoughts clearing of any and everything just at the sight. He nods mindlessly. Your smile grows in return before you release his hand and turn to follow that security guard who came for you.

Steve watches you leave and can't stop himself from looking you up and down. Once you're out of sight, Steve makes his way back to the bar, returning his grip back to his sweating glass.

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Just as you said, you wouldn't take long, but the few minutes Steve had to wait felt like an eternity until you arrived back beside him. "I'm so sorry. You ready for that dance?" Steve stood up straight and turned to face you. Every time you appeared, it was like a God sent. You were ethereal in a way that Steve couldn't quite put into words.

"Y-yeah." But he made no move to get to the dance floor. You close the distance between you both until you're toe to toe. You cock your head to the side, silently questioning him. His heart feels like it'll beat out of his chest, the air wafting your scent straight back into his brain. "Why does everyone keep calling you 'madame'?" He manages to get out. He's not sure that was the question he meant to ask, but that's what came out. You sigh, pouting like you've been caught.

"Fine, I guess that cat's out of the bag." You shift your weight to jut out one hip. "I'm the owner of this place." Steve's brows shoot up. He wasn't expecting that. Maybe a manager or something, but the owner?

"You're the owner?" He repeats the question outside of his own mind. You let out a soft chuckle, grinning proudly.

"The one and only." After a few stunned seconds coming from Steve's end, you reach out for his hand again, stepping back and pulling him with you, leaving his now empty glass behind. You gently guide him away from the bar once more before turning to properly lead him to the dance floor.

Steve's mind floods with more follow-up questions and conversation starters, but there you go again, 'walking away' though with him in tow. His eyes find themselves glancing over your figure again. He wants to continue a conversation with you, to get to know you and all other secrets you're hiding, but as soon as you're away from the safe haven that is the bar, music overpowers all other noises on the dance floor.

You settle on a good spot for you and Steve, ample room for the both of you, but also a safe spot to be experimental, not really knowing if he has any dancing experience. The look you give him forcefully removes the air from his lungs. You start moving and flowing to the beat effortlessly, keeping your movements tame and fluid. Steve's eyes follow your hands as they run up your thighs, your hips, your waist, and eventually in the air.

At first, he's left there just watching you dance, but the show doesn't last too long before he feels your hands on his, pulling him close to follow your movements with his body. He slowly joins in with gentle swaying of his hips with yours, leaving his hands where you placed them, at the base of your waist. You allow your arms to move freely, the fabric of your sleeves flowing along with them. You throw your head back, allowing the music to take over.

The whining of your waist and gentle roll of your shoulders sparks electricity through Steve as he stares down at your body in all its glory. He can't stop the heat from rising within him.

Eventually, your eyes return to him and force his gaze to meet them. You give him a look before bringing your arms down gently to caress the sides of his neck and face. Steve couldn't pinpoint if it was the dancing, the alcohol, or you causing him to sweat so damn much.

You reach a hand up to run through the front of his hair, pushing his damp bangs out of the way. His eyes flutter to look down at your red lips, painfully watching the way they smirk. You tug on his hair, causing his head to get thrown back a bit. His eyes close, and his mouth falls open, and he has to fight the urge to moan at the feeling.

He continues to sway to the music with his eyes closed and head thrown back, just as you commanded, and as predicted, it had the exact effect you wanted. He gets lost in the music, lost in the moment.

Steve was instantly knocked into a state of bliss. He felt equally invincible and nonexistent. Nothing could hurt him. He was just here with you. Nothing else mattered. A weight was lifted off his shoulders that had been weighing down for so long he forgot it was even there. Now that it was gone, he felt weightless, like he would float away if you weren't there to ground him, if his grip on your hips loosened, if your hands on his neck left him. He was in pure euphoria.

Steve couldn't tell you how long you two stayed that way or how many songs passed, but suddenly, the tempo slowed, and the music quieted slightly. Your hands found their way to his cheeks, tilting his head down to no longer be thrown back. As soon as his head was facing forward, those pesky strands of hair flopped down again. Steve's eyes remained closed, so when you reached to run your hands through his hair again, the feeling of your fingers against his scalp felt like they were massaging directly against his brain. He felt lightheaded at the touch.

"What's your name?" Even through the ringing of his ears from the unknown stretch of loud music, your voice still flooded in as if you were speaking directly into his mind.

"Steve." He replies softly, not ready to leave his nirvana. You smile softly.

"Steve." You repeat. He was fine until you said his name. Now, he wasn't too sure how long before his legs gave out from beneath him. "Regrettably, the night is coming to an end." At this Steve's eyes open, though remaining half lid.

His eyes bore into yours, causing your soft smile to widen. You tilt your head as if trying to get a better look at his eyes beneath his eyelids. His eyes open up a bit wider at your small action. He looks away from you to let his eyes wander the room.

The dance floor has half the amount of people on it. The bartender is wiping down the bar top and glasses, and the two security guards are talking with the wispy haired girl towards the front doors. You move your hand higher on his cheek to grab his attention.

His eyes take in your face like it's the first and last thing he'd ever see. It causes your heart to warm. "Will I see you again, Steve?" Your voice melts through him. His lips part as he nods gently. His hazel eyes dance around your features with a small smile.

"I've never looked forward to anything more." Your soft laugh causes him to furrow his brows a little as he watches you.

"That was a good line." You approve. Steve scoffs, joining in with your soft laughs. He shakes his head, eyes bouncing around at nothing in particular before looking back to your eyes.

"It wasn't 'a line'." His eyes widen playfully as his grin widens, showing his teeth. "I mean it." His gaze goes from your eyes down to your lips. His head shakes again, hair bouncing as his small antic repeats itself. "You're quite honestly the most beautiful person I've ever seen, and I would really like to get to know you." You give him a genuine smile.

"You are quite the charmer, aren't you?" By now, it's only you and Steve left on the dance floor, the last stranglers leaving out the door, the music just loud enough to hear.

"Is it too much to ask for your number?" He raises his brows with a hopeful expression. You give him a big smile and drop your hands to grab his, leading him back over to the bar. You reach over the bartop to grab a napkin and a pen, writing down your phone number before slipping it into his breast pocket with a smile. Steve smirks, eyes dancing back and forth from your eyes to lips and back up.

A sharp whistle cuts through the venue, grabbing both yours and Steve's attention. The brutish, green eyed security guard waves her hand in a circle, signaling to 'wrap it up'. Steve turns back to you just in time to see your eyes roll in response. He bites back a smile, lifting an arm and offering his elbow. You loop your hand around his arm and begin walking with him to the door.

Just as you reach the entrance/exit, the three employees leave from their posts, heading to the bar to give you both some space. "You better give me a call, cool guy." You raise a brow, releasing his arm to turn and face him properly with your chin held high. He gives you one of the most charming smiles you've ever seen, resting his hands on his hips. His brows quirk up again.

"You better answer, gorgeous." You fight your flustered expression with much difficulty, ultimately failing. You roll your eyes to try and cover up your inability to hold eye contact with him right now. You shake your head, turning slightly back to the inside of the club. You look at him through the corner of your eyes. He raises another teasing brow, awaiting a response. A beat passes before you close the gap between you, lifting your hand to capture his face, dragging his face to yours and planting a kiss on his lips.

Steve's eyes nearly pop out of his head the second he feels your lips on his. His eyes just begin to blink closed as you slowly pull away from the short-lived kiss. Steve chases after you, not wanting the contact to end. He couldn't remember the last time he had been kissed. He didn't realize how touch starved he truly was until you graced him with your touch.

"Goodnight, pretty boy." Steve’s eyes open back up to find you've made your way back inside, hands holding open the doors as you bid him farewell. Steve’s mouth opens to say something, but nothing comes out, his eyes blown wide. All he can do is lift a hand to wave in response as you slowly close the doors.

"She sounds hot. Did you call her?" Robin asks, leaning over the counter with wide eyes. Steve scoffs with a sassy hand on his hip.

"Robin, I didn't get home until like 4am. I could just call her."

"Okay, well, that was Saturday. Today's Monday, and you still haven't called, dingus?!" She looks at him as if he's the biggest idiot in the world. He sputters a he tries to redeem himself.

"I'll call her today." Robin rolls her eyes, smacking her hand down on the stack of movies next to her before dragging them off the counter and into her hands.

"Whatever." She walks around the counter to get back to work. "It's the end of your shift. Clock out and give Morticia a call before I do." Steve's eyes follow her as she walks away until she rounds an isle and is no longer in view.

The entire drive home, Steve was racking through his brain thinking of different scenarios. "How was the rest of your weekend?... What's your favorite band?... How's owning a club like?" He talks to himself, practicing questions and answers. A part of him just wants to skip passed all the introductory questions and just get to the nitty gritty.

He craves to get to know you on a deeper level, on every level. He wants to share with you all his goals, all his fears. He wants to just spend more time with you. He yearns for your touch on his skin again, your hands on his neck, on his face, fingers in his hair, nails scratching his scalp, lips on his. He can't help but laugh at himself. He feels crazy. You've only met each other two days ago, and he's already aching for you.

He parks in the empty driveway, sighing. He's always been used to arriving to an empty home, but since graduation and his parent leaving him the house for his own, it has been even more lonely than before. He locks up the car and makes his way into the empty house. He hangs his keys on the hook by the door and makes a b-line to the phone.

Steve pulls out his wallet, taking out the folded up napkin he's been carrying around with him since Saturday. His heart races in his chest as he listens to the dialing, resting the phone between his cheek and his shoulder as he twirls the chord around his fingers. Just as he's about to give up and hang up with the phone, there's a distinct click of someone answering.

"Hello?"

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Hope you liked it, bestie☺️☺️😩 Not me making Steve a little hot and heavy in the club🥵

if it wasn't obvious, I'd do anything to run my hands through his hair 😩

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[sophaeros]

I think I'm hf in the exact same thing as you rn I just found your blog I am also obsessed with band rpf and Casablanca's/hammond jr do u have a kind of manifesto or anything I can read

dude did one of my irls send this or smth..i was literally Just talking about putting together a masterdoc and they were egging me on BSJFJWBS. i mean i'm kinda working on one but no promises bc im terrible w long term projects and also theyre very difficult to figure out

BUT i Will say (and i've seen other random people online agree w me) i think the general timeline is that during the seven years they lived together from 1998 to 2005 jules was down bad for albert but albert didn't realise his own feelings, so the most that might've happened is some fooling around physically. (this is mainly going off of this page from the meet me in the bathroom book where jules says "albert, you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone, baby!" insane quote. i could talk a little more about their full quotes but that's another post)

sometime between 2005 and 2013 (possibly 2011 tbh, comedown machine is The gay situationship album but angles touches on it a lot too) they dated twice and broke up both times. im not sure who broke up w who but tentatively i would say the first breakup was more acrimonious while the second breakup might've been mutual.

it's difficult to say anything for sure because most of their songs have songwriting credits shared with other people, so looking at lyrics for clues has a pretty big margin of error since a line might've been written by someone else and not them, yknow? i mean rpf is never a "for sure" kind of deal i could be entirely wrong and that would be fine but. you get what i mean

also one way trigger is the lynchpin for me. i physically cannot imagine a platonic explanation for this poster that uses a screenshot from thelma and louise of all films. not to mention the lyrics like even my Mom raised an eyebrow at "get dressed in your bed while she's asleep." and also it's one of two strokes songs albert has ever played solo with the other being elephant song (at least according to setlistfm, im still trying to find a video of it) (edit 12/08/2034: setlistfm lied to me he did not play elephant song 💔💔💔💔) which was written, surprise surprise, by albert and julian in 1999.

i mean i guess the poster could be them fucking around and having a little laugh but come on what an insane ass joke to make man. i'm gonna make a post later about one way trigger being their specialest little song because it really is

soo like..theres still more i could talk about like one way trigger being written by the albert julian nick trio (which makes me laugh imagining nick mediating their lovers quarrel) [EDIT: ACTUALLY WAIT NO ok it's hard to find definitive information on who wrote what bc different databases have information of varying precision but the canadian site socan which is the most precise so far says only albert and jules wrote the lyrics for one way trigger i'd misremembered. albert julian nick trio Did do call it fate tho which is still kinda crazy !! also jules and albert being the only ones to do one way trigger makes me crazier jesus christ why is this depressing ass song Their Song !!!!] which is the same trio as games from angles. theres a lot i've been thinking about them nonstop for like, what, a month? give or take? my poor friends have to deal w me sending dozens of messages at a time much love and light to them if they read this muah

and thank you for the excuse to be insane on main anon 🥰

[koishua]

10 QUESTIONS FOR U - valentines edition

favorite color of roses?

favorite flowers?

you can send a love letter to anyone. fictional/idols/celebs. who?

which idols have the best rizz?

most rizzful mutual?

favorite petnames/nicknames? giving or recieving?

fictional characters you're in love with?

have you ever had an online crush?

songs that you want to play at your wedding?

fav breakup songs?

fav love-themed kpop song?

mutual with beautiful themes?

pink vs red ? coquette vs old money / preppy?

favorite sweets?

DRINK WATER + YOU ARE LOVED <3

aww thank you!! you're super lovely and loved too :((

blue roses, but i really really like light pink ones as well. the flower shop i used to work at had a bunch of colours hehe

i really really really like carnations and freesias and also there's a magnolia tree close by and its pink flowers are to die for

girl bye im way ahead of you im sending one to yoshinori lmao but like not in a romantic sense like i have never thought of him that way but i really do want to send him a love letter of sorts to express how much he means to me!! platonically!!

rizz... i would have to say for me personally heejake, jiwoong, jimin bc he's an actual people magnet, sunwoo omfg sunwoo goodbye?????? but the thing is san imo too?? i also kind of wanna add ningning too bc i would fold in point two seconds... also yunjin bc as much as i have always been a loyal chaewon ult, i would quite literally pass out if she looked at me like she looks at the girlies she's effortlessly rizzed

none of y'all have rizz goodness gracious bye in my head all of you are either cute or scary gremlins

i get called a bajillion nicknames irl idek atp?? but here i really really like it when ria calls me enna i just find it so so cute but i also like it when people call me vie!! it's short and simple and also kind of humorous bc c'est la vie. ps. i die of joy when ppl still call me vera from time to time tyvm it's like being reminded of my roots AS FOR PET NAMES!! i once got called kitten and it made me promptly hurl it was insane just insane it felt like an out of body exp. i love it when my friends call me girlie tho it makes me feel like such a girly pop. one of my friends calls me her honey and it's saur heartwarming. as for giving....... i like to call people my child lmao they could be older than me idc all of my friends are first and foremost my children. other than that i can't really call anyone anything else it's so awkward for me to give any sort of affection lol

im in love with natsume hyuga from gakuen alice idk if y'all know but me personally oof that black cat oof oof i used to burn with a passion for him. also chat noir from miraculous... im sensing a theme here. also jeong guwon bc he's an ass babygirl that i find super duper annoying but also sth about him being so big and protective like GIRLIESSSSS. although im always ALWAYS reserved for han seojun and han seojun only.

i never had a real online crush so no. really admired? yeah lots

never thought about that yet hold on i feel so ashamed as a self proclaimed the most hopeless romantic!! canon in D— just kidding. probably soft piano versions to romantic iu songs hehe

never felt it, but probably ending scene by iu bc i cry every time

SAURRRR MANY i have to create a list bc im an avid romantic genre listener omgomg

i haven't seen them in a while im sorry i can't pick ;-; @atrirose @boyfhee @yrhome @niningz @blueprint-han @cotccotc off the top of my head?? love your mobile themes muah muah i haven't seen your webs so i can't say much about them but im sure they're great!!

always a sucker for deep red and the old money aes. even had individual themes for both!! and i love when ppl dress preppy but i can't pull it off :(

I LOVE ANYTHING CHOCOLATE !! AND COFFEE !! opera cake, tiramisu, brownies, profiteroles, etc etc!!

[abimee]

THREE YEARS OF TOCK TUTTI POSTING..... every year i can never describe how much this little lalafell means to me and the joy and wonder she's brought to my life as if i didnt make her purely because i wanted to be a miqote but didnt find any pretty and just slapped together a lalafell and gave her a goofy name.

Tock is so much more in my brain now because my ocs are like my children but also people who appear before me and have their own thoughts and feelings that I get to walk their path with and above all my ocs i think tock tutti has to be my favorite. she is my special girl. she is everything to me. ive been posting about ff14 for 3 years straight now and i dont see that slowing down for at least another 3 years. as long as tock wants to walk forward and see another day i'll walk with her and see her on her way. The world revolves around her in my mind.

I can get sappy here and i know its #justagame and you all heard me hee haw about how much i both absolutely despise ff14 and its fans yet also love it and its fans dearly. how i got to get closer to my best friend through it and be put through the ringer by complete strangers in it. Get mocked and laughed at in it and sat quietly and watched the stars in it with people. I dont like talking about the intricacies of my personal/irl life and even when i talk a lot about myself i dont really try to reveal information about how im living or how i see my future but no matter what goes on out there the fact that i have a little creation of my own i can come to and dress her up or send her on an adventure or go farm with has gotten me through a lot of really dark places and moments in my life that dont even compare to the utter horrors i experienced as a teenager. and I didnt have anything like tock tutti or this game in that time and so had to deal with a lot of that terror and pain by myself with nothing to distract me or help me through it, and its #justagame but its a very important one to me. endwalker especially. I have a deep and unending love for meteion and hermes and getting to meet them and I think even when im old and wrinkly theyre going to sit in my heart as something important to me even then. And tock will too, even when the day comes where I have to let her go and can no longer walk with her.

as that one comment on the youtube upload of dynamis puts it, this game is just really special to me. and I'm glad to have been put on it by my best friend. and I hope for all my bitching and complaining everyone can still see how much it has influenced my art and my creative endevears and can see the love I feel for the characters, the community, and so on. I don't really interact with the community due to a distaste for fandom from some really awful experiences back in the ye old undertale days, so i appreciate the people who follow me and my art and are very kind to me in this community even if i dont follow back/talk to you. I hope I can keep making art you enjoy and that you can see how happy i am here, and above all else to see that tock tutti is a special little oc of mine that I want to share with you all, and I hope you come to love her just as I do. My little sweet pea my melon head my singer of light

[just-somedude]

I spend all of my time on tumblr reading smutty fanfic and that’s probably how my writing ended up halfway decent.

I follow you because you have a way of voicing a lot of my exact desires that I didn’t know how to describe. I also follow you to distract myself from someone I’m pining over irl, and I’m telling you this so you needn’t worry about me getting emotionally attached to you. It’s also very nice to see a dominant guy who’s also a decent fucking man. You’re really raising the bar.

You fucking love this? Yeah? You do? Let’s try something else I know you’ll love. You deserve it. You deserve something nice for taking such good care of everyone. I know you’re so needy and you want to just grab me and take me and fuck me. I like it when you take what you want from me, what you need from me, and I like when you force me to finally admit that I need it too.

But I’m going to tease you today, sir. I want you. You want me. We both know it. You may have excellent self-control, but I’m determined to make you snap. Imagine for a second that I’m in my bedroom in front of my full-length mirror and I’m trying on something, and I ask if I can send you a photo because I need your opinion. You say of course, which I expected because you’re such a good friend to me. So five seconds later the image loads on your phone and you nearly drop it in surprise because the photo is… well, let’s just say… provocative.

It’s a mirror selfie but I’m wearing stockings, a garter belt, extremely revealing panties, and a very low-cut tank top with a corset over it. The corset, of course, is the important part. I have a great bust no matter what I’m wearing but the corset is pushing my breasts up and they’re nearly spilling out. One of my hands is trailing over my cleavage and my eyes are staring seductively at the camera with a teasing smirk on my face. Photo-me looks like she knows precisely what this is going to do to you and she can’t wait for you to react.

Maybe you’re my next-door neighbor, maybe you were already on your way over, but I can hear you pounding on my door impatiently. I throw on a very short robe and go and pull open the door to find you pacing outside, fists clenched.

You back me inside and push the door shut behind us. You stalk towards me and I step back, grinning, until I bump into the wall. Your hands slam onto the wall on either side of my head and you lean in close. “What exactly do you think you were doing with that photo, pretty girl?”

“I just wanted your opinion on my outfit. I’m going out tomorrow night and I’m thinking about wearing that under my dress.” I blink innocently.

“You absolutely are not, you little tease. I really hope I’m the only one that gets to see that on you,” you murmur, caressing my face with one hand.

“Well, sir, I’ll give you one better. You’re going to be the only one to see that off of me.” I pull the tie at the front of my robe and it hangs open and I let it fall off my shoulders and down my arms and then all the way to the floor.

And finally, fucking finally, you break.

You pull my chin towards you with one hand and meet my lips with a bruising kiss. Your other hand grasps the side of my waist and pulls my body against you. I can feel how fucking hard you are as your cock presses into the wet spot on my underwear. As you devour my mouth with your own, I run my fingers through your hair and pull, making you groan in pleasure.

You turn us around and you back me towards the open door to my bedroom, still kissing me. The back of my legs hit the bed and I sit down, pulling my lips off of yours. You take this opportunity to lean over me and pepper kisses on my jaw and then my neck. “Gonna mark you up, okay? Make sure everyone knows who you belong to. You’re mine, aren’t you?”

I whimper and arch into your touch, your kiss, your bite. You suck a mark in the little hollow between my neck and my collarbone. My eyes roll back at the sensation and my head tilts back as well.

Wonderfully depraved thing that you are, you take this as an invitation and move your mouth to the swell of my breasts popping out of the top of my corset. Your kisses here are more like licks and I fucking love it. Your tongue laves over my soft skin and I put my hands on the back of your head and press your face into my tits.

You immediately reach up and grab my hands and push me back on the bed. You pull away and tear your shirt and pants off and I stare at your thick, hard cock, already leaking a little for me. I moan in appreciation at the sight. You smirk in acknowledgement and then you come back to the bed, pick me up, and turn me so I’m laying the right way. I’m on my back and my hips are already bucking a little.

You shove my legs apart and kneel between them and I look up at you, eyes dark with need. “Please, please, I need you sir. Please touch me,” I beg.

You laugh at how desperate I am. “I’m not sure if you deserve it, little one.”

I whimper and try to press my thighs together but your hands are still resting on them, firmly keeping them apart. “Sir I need you, I need your cock inside me, I wanna make you feel good too sir.”

“Yeah? My girl wants to please me? Are you ready for me?”

I moan and squirm. “Yes sir, so ready. So wet for you. Just push it in, I don’t need your fingers, I can take it. Gonna be so good for you, sir.”

You lean over me and kiss me deeply before pulling my panties to the side and slapping the head of your cock on my dripping cunt. “Ready, sweet thing?” You murmur.

I nod my head frantically and then I throw my head back in a loud moan as you thrust all the way into me. It hurts so good and I feel so fucking full and I’m clenching and squeezing around your cock and oh, you’re not even moving yet, it’s going to be so much better once you do. You pull almost all the way out of me before pushing back inside and the stretch burns but I love it, I can feel you so deep inside me. You rock your hips back and forth. You still have one hand holding my panties out of the way but your other hand comes up to rest around my neck. I whimper as you squeeze, the gentle pressure cutting my air off a little. My eyes roll back in my head, feeling the head of your cock hitting all the right places inside my tight, wet cunt. You let go of my neck and tangle your fingers in my hair and pull, the pain mixing with the pleasure you keep giving me. I moan again.

“Open your mouth, slut,” you order and I moan and comply, my eyes unfocused and my tongue sticking out. You chuckle and then spit in my mouth. I whimper loudly, the sound long and drawn out. You stroke my hair gently. “That’s my good little whore. Such a good whore for me.”

You keep fucking me, deep, hard, slow, and I groan with each thrust. “Please, please, please, sir, please, harder, I’m so close sir, I’m almost there, please,” I ramble, lost in pleasure.

You press your lips to mine to shut me up and you slide a hand between our bodies to rub my clit. I scream, overwhelmed, and I come so hard I see stars.

My cunt clenching around you drives you over the edge. In real life I would never be this risky, but this is a fantasy, so you come in me, filling me up and waiting for both of us to come down from our highs before pulling out of me. My eyes are shut and my chest is heaving, still pushed up and on display with the corset. Your eyes are fixed on my gaping cunt, where your cum is slowly leaking out of it, dripping obscenely through my folds. You slide your fingers up through it before shoving the cum back into my swollen pussy. I whimper breathlessly, the touch almost unbearable on my puffy fucked-out cunt. You plant a bruising kiss on my lips and put my panties back in place, keeping all of your cum in me.

“You’re not to let anyone else see you like this. Only me,” you demand.

“Only you, sir.”

-your writer anon

I just read a whole fucking novel and I am not disappointed

I don't even have words to describe the impressiveness of this, just like, wow. Well fucking done.

[katareyoudrilling]

Oh My Gourd (Dave York x Female Reader)

Pairing: Dave York x Female Reader

Summary: A gourd reminds you of something

Word count: ~800

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: SMUT, established relationship, dirty talk (because Dave), fingering, object insertion, PIV, everyone is consenting and safewords are in place

A/N: To my two IRL friends who came up with this idea, goaded (gourded?) me into writing it, then said “but I’m not actually into this”… mmmkay, sure, I totally believe you.  You have only yourselves to blame.

Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

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“I found the sauce, what else do we need?” Dave asks as he comes up behind you in the grocery store.

“Uhh… what?” you snap out of your reverie.  You realize you’ve been staring at a display of decorative gourds.

“Are you ok?” Dave looks at you, puzzled.

“Yeah, I’m fine… I just…” you clear your throat, “Does that gourd remind you of something?”  You gesture towards the display in front of you.  In the middle, there’s a gourd with a long, thick neck that curves just slightly.  It looks a lot like…

Dave chuckles and wraps his arms around you from behind and whispers in your ear, “You have such a dirty mind.  I love it.”  He reaches out and places the gourd in your shopping cart.

“Dave, what?  We don’t need that.”

“Use it as a decoration.  You’re always putting seasonal shit out on that skinny table.  It’s festive.”  He grabs a few non-phallic-looking gourds from the display and adds them to the cart before pushing it down the aisle and leaving you stunned by the display.  He glances back at you and winks.  All you can do is laugh and follow him.

- - - - - - - - - -

That gourd is taunting you.

The collection of gourds on the console table in the hall does indeed look festive, but it shouldn’t make you clench your thighs together every time you look at it.

You’re sure Dave has noticed.  He doesn’t miss anything.

When your steps falter slightly as you walk past it and you find his intense gaze on you, you know he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

It has been there for a week, making you ache, when Dave takes your hand in his and leads you up the stairs, grabbing the gourd in his other hand as you pass the table.

“What are you doing?” you squeak.

“I’m going to give you what you want.” His dark eyes flash with mischief as he smirks at you.

“But, Dave… it’s not sanitary.”

“I’ll wash it.”

“This is crazy!”

“But you want it, and you know I always give you what you want.”  He pulls you into a hungry kiss, invading your mouth with his tongue and pulling a needy whimper from you.  “Do you trust me?” he asks, pulling back and looking into your eyes.

“Of course.”

“Would I hurt you?”

“Never.”  You don’t know a lot of things for sure, but you know that.  Your trust in Dave is unwavering.

“Then go take off your clothes and wait for me on the bed.”  Dave’s order sends a jolt of arousal to your center and a shiver down your spine.  You follow his instructions while he disappears into the bathroom.

You lay fully exposed on the bed, goosebumps rising on your skin, only the heat of your arousal to keep you warm.  You are embarrassingly wet already.  Your mind is a swirl of doubt and want, but under it all, complete and utter trust.

Dave enters the room holding the gourd in one hand and a condom in the other.  His dress shirt is open, and his pants are unbuckled.

He sits down on the edge of the bed and opens the condom, rolling it down the length of the gourd.  “You know what to say if you want to stop?” he asks, locking eyes with you.

“Yes, I know,” you reply.  He nods and moves to sit between your legs.

“Look how wet you are,” he eyes you greedily.  “Your pussy wants this so bad.”  He drags one thick finger through your folds and slides it into your channel.  You arch off the bed at the intrusion.

“Always so tight,” he rumbles.  “This pretty little pussy just wants to be stretched, doesn’t it?”

You whine and writhe as he fucks you with long, firm strokes of his finger.

“Just wait, baby.  This is nothing.”  He circles your clit with his thumb and your hips buck against him, seeking friction.  “You’re going to be so full.”  Your vision goes fuzzy at the edges, his words stoking the fire building in your veins.

Dave slips his finger out and your pussy flutters around nothing.  You feel the blunt end of the gourd slide through your folds and you shudder.  Arousal coils tight in your abdomen.  

“It’s so big.  Can you take something this big?” Dave’s deep, raspy voice caresses your skin.

“Yes, yes I can take it,” you plead with him.

He breaches your entrance, and you moan as you stretch around the hard length.  Only, it’s not the gourd entering you… it’s Dave’s gorgeous cock.  Long, thick and deliciously curved.

You let out a contented sigh as Dave bottoms out, fully sheathed in your fluttering pussy.  It was never the gourd you wanted.  It was what it reminded you of… him.

- - - - - - - - - -

A/N: Gotcha! Lololol

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[mcofthemansion]

Ikemen Vampire- Beauty Within Series

A/n : Hihi and warm hugs to my lovely otome game loving online family! I present to you : Vampire women! Well technically I'm calling it "Ikemen Vampire : Beauty Within" idk I'm trying not to overthink stuff as I'm doing this...it's hard...anyways! You probably recognize Lizzie since she was my first oc! She'll be a part of this! And maybe you've potentially heard about me buzzing about taking a historical figure from my Historical Overview of Childhood class and vampire-ifying her! That would be Maria Montessori, or Mari as I'm calling her! The rest you'll find out soon enough :3 Before I start I just wanted to get something off my chest...I'm sorry but I won't be able to follow Cybrid's way of doing things...so 26 chapters with a romantic and dramatic ending would be too difficult for me right now so I'm very sorry...I'll be using a different format with probably less chapters...hope you'll still enjoy! Please no constructive criticism since I really can't take that right now...I'm a severely anxious bean...and it's exam week/finals/every important thing is due so I'm sorry that I can't do an in-depth analysis of each character but I'll do my best to make them enjoyable!...so please be gentle with me! Anyways! Enjoy! Sending hugs and hope you'll have a lovely day today!!! Oh! And the art was done by an irl friend  :)

This will be a series about some Ikemen Vampire ocs! Because...women :3

Prologue :

Y/n looked out of the carriage window, she couldn't believe all that was happening so early in the morning, she yawned as she tried to replay the sequence of events that brought her here to this very seat.

It started when she woke up from an odd dream. In that dream there were five figures and an interesting room that contained nothing at all exept that all the walls were mirrors, she felt a lot of different things, all of which made no sense like a feeling of pride and a sense of belonging and community. She heard one phrase five times, with five different voices. "I will cherish it all. Your body, your heart, and your destiny, as we walk towards the future side by side."

Once she woke up, she decided to ask the mansion residents what it might be about and that's when Comte said "I think this dream makes sense Ma Chèrie, an old friend of mine is settling into town, it would seem she felt left out that the party, as she put it, was all in France without her, so she recently got a place of her own, I think you should visit and say hello on behalf of all of us, perhaps you could see if these vampires are anything like the figures you saw in your dream" he offered.

Y/n beamed in delight "That sounds great! Thank you Comte! I think I'll go do just that!" And with a sense of curiosity that she needed to fulfill, she got into a carriage and was headed to meet Comte's old friend.

The carriage stopped at a lovely estate, Old vines crept up the sides and many sculpted arches decorated the facade of the house. The lawn was well manicured, the windows spotless, it definitely looked like it had already been given a loving touch by the new residents that it was housing.

Y/n awkwardly stood at the door, wondering if she would even make a good impression! But before she could wonder about impressions a second longer, a voice crept up from behind. "Oh my! A visitor already! Come inside my dear!" Y/n blushed at the unexpected greeting, "Oh! Thank you" she mumbled shyly as she entered the estate, she followed the figure inside who had long golden locks of hair and a purple dress, and much like the beauty in front of her, Y/n couldn't help but notice how pretty the interior of the house was too.

It was very clean, and joyful, with flower arrangements and lavish furniture. It was reminiscent of Comte's mansion but a touch more airy. "My my! You look lost in wonderland my dear! Spot a fairy in that vase by chance?" Asked the figure in front of her. Y/n smiled and blushed, "Oh! Sorry, my name is Y/n, I'm the newest resident at Comte's mansion, I came to say hello on behalf of everyone there, are you by chance the vampire friend Comte was talking about?" She asked.

The figure before her smiled before shaking her head "I'm afraid not dearest, I'm one of the lesser vampires in this estate, my name is Lizzie! It's lovely to meet you! the pureblood you're looking for is our beloved Vasílissa, she'll be home soon! I promise, for now how about I introduce you to everyone around here?" Lizzie offered.

Y/n smiled, "that would be great! Thank you!" She agreed. Lizzie excitedly took her hand and led her around the estate before coming to the library. Lizzie knocked carefully on the door. "Mari! Come on! Open up now, come say hello to our guest!" A few moments of silence passed before the door opened and a petite girl with messy buns and a pink and white dress walked out, she shyly looked up at Y/n. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Maria" she quietly muttered. Lizzie happily hugged her friend, "Awww, Mari, this is Y/n and she's happy to meet you! Sorry for bugging you! Good luck with your project!" She said as Maria blushed and dismissed herself walking back inside the library.

"Awww! Ever the shy one that Mari! Come along now Y/n dear! Let me introduce you to our lovely Josie!" Lizzie chittered leading her to a room with metal railings on the walls, Lizzie stopped and turned to Y/n. "Now dear, this is our dance studio, Josie might be busy practicing so we'll just pop in and see if she's busy!"

Y/n followed along and watched the graceful dancing of Josie, the green of her hair and light mint dress reminiscent of the joy of verdant summer. Josie spotted the two of them and walked over. "Ah! Lizzie, ma belle! What brings you over here at this time of day?"

Lizzie excitedly gestured towards Y/n. "Josie! We have a guest from Comte's mansion! Her name is Y/n, isn't she just the most darling thing!" She chittered excitedly.

Josie walked over and offered a handshake to the new guest of thier estate. "Ma Colombe, it's a pleasure to meet you! Please come by whenever you'd like to, my studio is always open to you."

Y/n happily shook her hand. "It's lovely to meet you too Josie! I bet we'll all become great friends!" Josie smiled, "I'll see you both in a bit after I finish this rehearsal, in the meantime, how about you visit Madame?" She offered.

Lizzie excitedly bounced with joy "Oh lovely idea Josie! Any chance you know where to find her?" Josie sighed."There's a chance she's in the basement, maybe try the wine cellar" she offered.

Lizzie nodded excitedly, "Right then! Off to the cellar, let's go Y/n dearest! Thank you Josie!" Josie waved happily as they both left for the basement.

Lizzie held Y/n hand as they walked downstairs. "Careful dearest! Try not to trip, I'll be right here in case you need me" She offered. Y/n smiled as she held Lizzie's hand.

They walked down a dimly lit hallway until they heard a voice. "I came here for some peace and quiet, what is it now, Lizzie?" The voice asked.

Lizzie quickly entered the room where the voice came from. "Ah! Madame! Drinking again? I'll be taking that from you, thank you very much! Your poor liver doesn't like this you know" Lizzie scolded.

Y/n quietly stepped in to see a handsome woman, magenta braided loops hung in the back, a pirate sword at her side, and a scar over her left cheek.

Y/n awkwardly offered a handshake. "It's lovely to meet you, I'm the guest from Comte's mansion, Y/n" she said.

The pirate got up and shook her hand. "I have many names, but you may know me as Madame Ching, I was a feared pirate you know! Baobei, you may call me Madame if you'd like, most people do anyways."

Y/n blushed shaking her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you" she said once more. Madame Ching smirked. "Well if you need me I'll be awaiting Vasílissa's return upstairs" she said.

Suddenly a sharp noise caught thier attention, much like the sound of glass shattering.

Lizzie winced at the noise. Madame Ching grinned, "Well that would be her" she explained.

Lizzie relaxed a little "Right then! Come with me Y/n, I'll introduce you to our beloved Vasílissa" she offered, then turned to Madame, "And you aren't off the hook yet, I'll be testing your liver later to see how damaged it really is" she stated before excitedly taking Y/n's hand and leading her upstairs as Madame Ching followed silently.

They walked upstairs to see Josie and Mari already talking with a tall woman, who turned to greet the others. "Elizabeth, Ching, who's this vision of Aphrodite's image?" She asked.

Lizzie jumped excitedly "Vasílissa! Welcome home, I hope work went well! This is our guest from Comte's mansion, her name is Y/n" Lizzie happily chittered.

Vasílissa walked over to Y/n offering a handshake. "So you're the girl that followed Comte through his rickety old door? Any friend of Comte's is a friend of mine, you're welcome here under my roof, I'll have a room set up for you when you stay" She stated.

Y/n shook her hand, Vasílissa had such a firm and strong handshake, making her blush. "Stay for tea, I'd like to hear more from you" Vasílissa asked.

Y/n nodded in agreement. The residents decided to make thier way to the dining room as Vasílissa poured each of them some tea.

Once Lizzie finished she dismissed herself. "Y/n dearest, I'm so sorry but I have something I must attend to, please make yourself at home with Mari, Josie, and Vasílissa, I'll be stealing Madame for a bit" she stated.

Y/n smiled and said her farewells to the two before they left, Madame Ching rolling her eyes as Lizzie guided her to the hospital wing of the estate.

She looked over to the remaining three who sat quietly, the energy in the room much more quiet now without Lizzie. "Um, if it's alright may I ask how you all came to live here with Vasílissa?" Y/n asked.

Josie smiled, "Well you see, Ma Colombe, we actually found her! At some point in our lives we just kind of met her, much like you did, out of nowhere! Vasílissa says the women who find her are typically meant to be a gift to the world."

Vasílissa smiles and nods in agreement. Mari nervously looks away and nods, "I founded an early childhood education method, oh! my full name is Maria Montessori by the way, I may have forgot to tell you earlier, apologies for that, and the project I'm working on is bettering early childhood education for vampire newborns, preschoolers, and toddlers, I'm researching how thier development differs from humans in a way to maximize thier growth, knowledge, and self-esteem at this stage" she explained.

Josie smiled. "Oh! My name is Freda Josephine Baker, or Joséphine Baker usually, but we've all grown used to Lizzie's nicknames for us! Well there's quite a bit I've done but let's just keep it at dancing, singing, maybe a pinch of activism" She added.

Vasílissa smiled and set down her cup of tea. "Speaking of Lizzie, she made great contributions to women having a presence in medicine, one of the first women to get a medical degree, Lizzie can't watch suffering and pain, she's our go-to doctor for most vampires really, she takes health very seriously, and by now having been my first lesser vampire she's collecting medical specialties like they're going out of style, that Elizabeth Blackwell, she's done a lot!" Vasílissa said.

Y/n couldn't believe the people she was sitting in the room with! That feeling of when she first met the residents back at Comte's mansion was coming back! They were all so impressive!

Vasílissa noticed Y/n's delight. "And last by not least we have Madame Ching, well she's a successful pirate leader, that woman knew what she wanted and did just that! She commanded around 24 ships and set some cold hard rules, she's the opposite to Lizzie, always getting a taste of danger, the stories of her travels are always amusing, you should ask sometime" she finished.

Y/n beamed in delight, loving the company that gathered here! "Oh! But what about you Vasílissa?" She asked. The pureblood laughed. "Some other time my dear, it's nothing important" she answered.

Y/n nodded and wondered curiously what that might mean. The group chatted for a while until Y/n noticed the fading light in the sky. "Oh! I should go home" she muttered.

Vasílissa looked outside as well. "It's getting late, how about you stay the night? Comte knows you're in good hands, don't worry. In the meantime it will be nice to be around women for a while now that you've spent months around men." She offered.

Y/n smiled, "Well, I am rather tired, may I take you up on your offer?" She asked.

The pureblood nodded in agreement as the two lesser vampires smiled at eachother too.

Mari and Josie quickly got up as Mari turned to Y/n. "Wait right here, we'll help set up a room, and um, we're glad to have you" she murmured quietly.

Josie silently slipped her hand into Mari's and they both walked upstairs.

Vasílissa looked at the girl in front of her. "You know, I feel you're destined for something too, I can't wait to see what the future holds" she said.

Y/n blushed. "Um, thank you" she replied. Vasílissa yawned and looked over at her, "well let's make our way upstairs. We'll talk more tomorrow" she offered. Y/n nodded, "I think that's a good idea" They both walked upstairs as night fell upon the estate.

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Tagging:

@yanderepuck @spoopy-fish-writes @venulus @xxsycamore @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @oigimi @lokis-laugh anyone in the Ikevamp community!

[selfshipping-central]

Okay okay okay *inhales deeply*

First of all: I'd like a male character, if platonic or romantic is irrelevant to me and I'm leaving that up to you.

So my personality is pretty bubbly I'd say, I can talk a shit ton and keep a conversation going as long as I'm interested in it, if I'm not you'll most likely notice bc I'm not good at hiding my non exited interest in things (and I don't want to hide it either). I'm out going, I love to meet new ppl - both irl and online. But I can also listen. Like sitting still and keeping eye contact is not something I can do but I can stare at a wall and listen to people for hours - I forget most of it the second they end their sentence but that's bc my short term memory is trash (thank you social media, you ruined my brain for good)

I love art. No matter what type of art. Poetries, stories, painting, music whatever it is I love it. I also love my hyperfixations and will teach you the lore of whatever it is that's stuck in my head - I usually send like 10 minutes voice messages to my bestie just rambling about whatever's going through my head. I love to watch the stars, out of my friend group I'm the star (my childhood bestie is the moon, my other bestie's the moon) so that only makes sense ig

My personality type is ENFP if that helps idk.

My hobbies are bouldering, skating, painting, writing uhhh going on late night drives w das homies. I design and sew clothes, I create OCs (sometimes) I'm super interested in fashion bc that shit's simply my thing. I know how to style stuff to make it look good (my friends literally ask me for advice sometimes which makes my lil fashion heart bloom, I love to channel my inner Velvette)

I'm pretty self reflected and self aware, I curse a LOT (trying my best to not write "fuck" or "fucking" in every sentence, it's hard) I am confident mainly bc idc what ppl think about me, like fuck em who r they to judge?

I have short, messy brown hair, green eyes and fucking pale skin (basically a vampire at this point) before I get tan I get my skin burned bc my skin's sensitive af. I do have freckles though they're more visible during summer. I'm 5'3 ish, dress like your typical skater punk and love to wear eyeshadow (brown eyeshadow simply looks good on me)

People say I'm funny so I'm gonna say I'm funny. Uh I think that should be it.

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Blitzø!! (Romantic)

After knowing you for a while (not enough we must be friends for life shawty) we are very Blitzø coded.

Which is why you need him to be your partner in crime!!

100% rants to you about his love for horses

Will get all lovestruck when you take him horse riding!!

"I had no clue I could fall in love with you anymore. But holy fuckin' hell babe... I'm going to suck the shit outta your dick tonight."

Your personalities mesh so well together!!

He's your hype man!!

And you're his!!

"Yeaaa!! You get him babe!!! That's my boyfriend you know. Did I mention I suck his dick every night? Fuck him up danger dick!!"

Both of you forgetting literally everything. It's so bad please take either Millie or Moxxie with you when you're on missions.

This is the both of you -> (´･ω･`)?

"Wait what were we gonna do?"

"I don't remember."

"Fuck- Moxxie what are we doing?"

Adores all forms of your art. Thinks your patchwork is so sick!! Your painting and writings too!! He loves all of it!!

"Holy shit- You made that jacket? Babe. Can you make me one?"

He finds your sense of fashion so hot. The whole vibe is so hot to him. Just watching you walk around all relaxed and confident has him all black in the cheeks and flushed. (Cause they have black blood see what I did there hehe ( •̀ ω •́ )P )

"Fuck. Your outfits make you look so hot..."

Doesn't mind listening to your ramblings but he must have his turn to ramble too!! ♪(^∇^*)

"Wait so the British man- kills kids?? Slow down- start again what is this about a robot bear-"

Seeing as me and him have the same MBTI type (ENTP gang pull up) You will get along just fine with him.

Please please please please I beg of you get into debates or arguments with him, spice up your life. I'm saying this with personal experience that if you don't jokingly bicker with each other shit gets so boring so fast.

Besties that are dating vibes.

Thinks that your skating is so cool too.

"Do a flip!! Oh shit he did a flip-"

You swear a lot? He swears a lot. Don't worry about it.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK- Ohh shit!! MOXXIE GET YOUR FLAT ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!! OR I'LL CUT OFF MY OWN DICK AND IMPALE YOU WITH IT FOR FUCKS SAKE!!"

Wants you to do makeup on him but is too scared to ask.

Steals your clothes I don't make the rules.

[princessg3rard]

alright gather round moots, followers, and generally curious weirdos (affectionate) !! the long awaited princess lore 101 post is here !! <3

general fun facts

- I do everything in slutty gogo heels, including climbing the Eiffel Tower, doing prides, running, and presenting research papers <3

- the slutty gogos and a mini skirt (plus the word slay) have become my signature thing, and to this day people around me call those boots by my irl name

- I made countless people question their sexuality, even getting nominated as “couple of the year” with 2 of them (one of which i technically made cheat on her bf but like we were drunk and high as shit and I kinda forgot he was a thing (until I saw him in my dorm not 2 days later))

- I have very intense hyperfixiations that lead to very intense phases :3 my family still shudders in horror just hearing the name Percy Jackson :,)

- got my first head injury and first stitches at 3yo :)) they had to untangle so much blood from my curls it took like an hour and a half until they could actually stitch me lol

- all throughout hs people were convinced I was fucking one of my best friends which was funny as balls when u remember I’m a lesbian and he is gayer than a pile of bricks :) we did like to add fuel to the fire tho, posting each other in dresses and stuff like that (he was even my date to 12th grade formal and he wore my wedding dress from the year prior) so maybe it’s partially our fault too :3

the time I burned off my arms and got sick ass scars

so imagine me, little mx. violent fag, finishing my first matriculation exam in hebrew lang. me and my friends play a couple violent rounds of jungle speed before me and bestie have to run off to help the club. the activity is making small benches out of old tires and concrete, easy right ?? well, the supervising councillor tells us to just mix the cement by hand bc he forgot to get us gloves, so not really. it’s really fucking fun, we’re having a great time mixing and listening to music and chatting, but my arms start to fucking burn like crazy after a while. I ask the club president next to me and she says she feels that too, and it’s probs nothing, so we carry on.

at about the half hour mark, it gets a bit too much to me so I go and make a little round to my dorm, just to wash my hands a bit bc they’re feeling just a TAD too warm for summer. while I wash my hands, I realise that not only was it not nothing, it was chemical burns. from a bit above my elbow all the way down to my fingers, my hands were red and stinging and (gore warning !!) I could see my flesh thru the holes.

so I go down to councillors room and tell them I think I might be having an allergic reaction (it looked like hives for most of my hands) bc like omg I can’t tell them my arms are burning. anywho, me and the shinshinit tom get a ride to the clinic, where they drown my arms in rubbing alcohol and bandage me and send me on my merry way. I did have to actually go to hospital later bc of my arms, but didn’t stay long and my arms fully recovered just in time for my arabic final.

I still have pretty cool scars where the holes were, and I can write semi-ok (albeit with a slight tremor) :) another boy from my megama (major) got injured around that time (broke his leg) so it seemed like we were cursed for a slight bit there lol :3

the time I lost my appendix in a hockey match

this one is from Hanukkah of 6th grade. I played roller hockey for 3 years at that point, as wild dykey offence, and we were going to a tournament up north. the day before that, I have my last appendix checkup and get told I’m alright and can totes go on the tournament - but that night, I start having cramps. thinking nothing of it, I tell myself it’s stress and go to sleep.

once we arrive to the tournament, I start feeling it again, but stronger. I shake it off and go on to play, but it gets worse the longer I play, and I find myself on the floor after a stray disk hits my stomach. I get up and ask to take a break, and ask the mum that came with us to call my mum bc I think my appendix is acting up again. she laughs and shakes her head, telling me I’m making a fuss over nothing and that I’ve probably gotten my period - which I absolutely didn’t.

I keep telling her it’s urgent, that it happened before and this time I could find myself either on an operating table or in a morgue (yes I was an over dramatic little shit but it was actually true), so could she PLEASE just tell my mum to come pick me up ?? I get another annoyed no, one after the other. I try to go up on the rink again, but have to take a time out again after a couple minutes bc I feel like my insides are on fire. after a while, she gets my coach to give me the most patronising period talk ever, where he talks to me like a toddler and ignores that I’m in borderline debilitating pain. the thing is, I don’t show pain well, and most people can’t tell I’m in pain unless I’m like dying or crying (which doesn’t happen often), so they keep brushing me off.

I get tired of the gaslighting and call my mum up myself. she comes rushing in, curses at the “responsible” adults, and takes me to hospital no questions asked, and I find myself appendix-less not 3hr after I was told off by the angry mum and my coach. it almost burst, and I had to do emergency surgery and stay in hospital for 3 weeks. oh well at least I got an ipad and a cool scar out of it lol :3

[greatandquestionablecontent]

22, 26, 31

Ooh interesting questions, thanks for sending them in! Perfect timing tbh I really needed a distraction from work and this was a great lunch break activity.

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?

Hmm I dont see other people characterize my characters a ton, but an example I can think of is people send me vibes that make them think of my OCs and I love this!

However several people have missed the mark with Trystan fashion. Trystan dresses like a homeless hiker aka he wears the same dusty brown pants all the time and occasionally wears a mild floral sundress instead of a mild dusty button down blouse. That’s it. No feathers or neon or fishnet or crop tops or #gayboiswag. No dyed blue hair. Not even anything especially revealing, besides perhaps some extra buttons undone on said blouse. I think people just think “nonbinary slut who sometimes wears clothes from the women’s section” and have fashion ideas they associate with that. Which is fine! It’s just funny to see it happen from various different friends and I have to be like thats a great outfit but Im sorry he’s way too boring for that. (This also makes picrew hard sometimes. It’s so tempting to make him have a more interesting fashion sense)

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will?

Against my will? Hmm not that I can think of. I write alone so… I guess if I googled a name and found out it belonged to a famous Nazi or smth Id reconsider.

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Ok well we all know Gavin’s a discourse blogger. What’s RAMSEY’s tumblr presence?

He’s that blog that barely reblogs because he doesnt feel the need to share the things he sees even if he likes them. He’ll have a private chuckle and keep scrolling. If he reblogs something it’s mostly for himself to find later or have on hand to show someone irl, like little lifehacks or an especially relatable meme. He reblogs more freely when drunk. Nothing is tagged.

[signedeclipse]

hi hi!! i See you take matchups so I wanted to send one in if that’s okay with you and I’m sorry if you have a lot on your plate rn , but since I was matched up with a hashria before (it was mitsuri romantically) so I wanted to know which demon I would get matched up with platonically?

Anyways, firstly my name is Joey, im 14 years old, i use he/him prns, Im transgender aromatic and unlabeled, i have adhdism, my zodiac sign is ♒️ but the others are ♌️♐️♈️, MBTI is ENTP, my enneagram is 6, extroverted and that’s all for here

Personality: well I am a ENTP and my enneagram is a 6 but firstly when I meet someone I’m usually shy and awkward so I may not talk/feel comfortable much to that person until I get to know them more later on, i usually love to ramble about my interests a lot, I hate getting into drama bc it makes me emotional, I love to text on my technology a lot to my irl/online friends a lot and say stuff like “hai” and “im homophobic” as a joke😭 don’t take the second one seriously, and I also enjoy making sexual jokes to a person when I feel completely comfortable around them.

Looks: Im 5’6, I have a rectangular body shape as I have a more masculine looking body and I use binders, i have white skin, brown hair, hazel eyes, i wear a lot of different styles like goth (trad goth, romantic goth, mall goth and nu goth, gyaru (hime gal, himekaji, agejo, rokku, manba, kogal and tsuyome), scenemo/emo, and vkei ouji and lolita and when I’m not wearing those styles I’m usually dressing plain usually at home like t-shirts(regular and anime ones and etc), jeans, sweat pants, and etc

also this is how I would see myself in demon form if I could (^^)

Interests/Hobbies: anime/manga, gaming, art(drawing, pottery, painting, digital art and more), fashion, playing basketball and volleyball, social media, cosplaying, singing, dancing, playing piano/electric guitar, cooking, learning new languages (like Japanese and Spanish), diy, gardening, photography and more on

Likes: cats, hajime hinata (danganronpa), a silent voice, albedo (genshin impact), lemon demon, felix kranken (twf), bread, sharks, christmas music/christmas in general, scp 3008 (roblox game), get a snack at 4am (roblox game), hotels, and my friends!

Dislikes: negative mentions of my voice, comparing me to people like “you remind me of ____”, also spiders I hate them With my life, hate talk about my interests and that’s rlly it

Thanks!

You got…Douma!

He is a very eccentric man, and he is really easy to befriend if you're someone who will put up with him! Though, I'll say it was a while before you could actually be next to him without wanting to hide away because yeesh one drop of attention and he clings.

Douma doesn't have hobbies of his own, rather, he just copies others so long as they are next to him. You want to draw? Let him talk and he'll draw with you! Gardening? Well it's cold up here but he'll help you build one at the bottom of the mountain if it means getting away from the cult for a bit!

Okay he is very dramatic, but he won't drag you into drama. He has so much tea to spill about his """coworkers""" and changes in the upper and lower moon rankings, he also complains that none of the other demons speak to him! Usually ends with him praising you for being such a good friend.

Really, really likes fashion and wearing things that stand out! A lot of your clothes are too small for him but anything loose he will try on, especially any accessories! He really likes whimsigoth styles which he picks up by picking some of your gyaru style with your scenemo style.

There's a spider? He's a bit playful, he will pick it up slowly, and then dangle it over his mouth and eat it. He finds it really funny how scared you are of something so small, but he will always get rid of it.

Authors Note - Okay I tried searching what aromatic is so I just assumed you meant aromantic, sorry fi I messed up your preferences!

Random note but you mentioned SCP & hotels which is funny to me because I work in a hotel + help run my parents bed and breakfast! And I'm a staff + author on the SCP wiki! Thats what I do when im not on here lol