#dusty mf

[aideshou]

last cider slushy of the season ; w; ❦

#i #apple cider #apple cider slushy #slushy #fall #all da leaves have fall #b.f. clyde's cider mill #b.f. clyde's #cider mill #apples #apple cider donut #dusty mf #so cloudy yesterday>( #its so nice to live here year round so i dont have to wait in line w stupid tourists (bc this is the oldest cider mill in the US...) #tbh if chonny and dalena come to the US it shld be in october and they shld visit NYC then this mill as well as tourist trap salem nd then #i guess they can hit cali

[maroonangels]

I just know Spider’s listening to Paint The Town Red by Doja on repeat in his room while there’s catastrophic drama happening in his friend group that he’s fully unaware of

#that mf has a guilty pleasure playlist and half of it is doja & the other half is taylor #shitpost #and yes half of this has to do with a wip I have in my drafts #I have 5 for hbh? I think. idk they’re all spider centric bc I’m predictable #but he’s an oblivious idiot in one #and I think almost all of them bash dusty. bc again. predictable :) #spider heartbreak high #heartbreak high

[infernalmachine]

Assortment of Dusty an dethklok doodles

#my art #🫁 #Dustys also like a father figure to Skwis + toki #the last pic r the boys lookin at their hot ass lil trannies 😝😝 #who r also baked asf #nickles #because Nathan is gaping over pickles in the last pic #William murderface #Dusty Scarvotsky #I always forget I made a tag for him #pickles the drummer #Nathan explosion #also mf and Dustys shipname is Scarface… #metalocalypse fanart #metalocalypse #dethklok

[charletto]

while it is nice of them to name prince charles after charles leclerc can we please skip him in the line of succession

#rip bozsi though #it’s weird experiencing this while mot living in london now i just have to imagine the mayhem #charlie baby is the real prince #<NO THIS THIS IS NOT ME CALLING THE DUSTY MF CHARLIE BABY #charlie

[artificerstimetable]

wow wow scp oc we (and @dustee203 pelase gaze longingly at them<3) made as a semi-joke but got attached to wowww (we know nothing of scp shit.)

fiberblaze! THE top cereal brand that will not combust you if you don't watch the ad you should eat it

Fiberblaze is a happy fella who just wants people to eat it's cereal but like. Their cereal makes people spontaneously combust if they don't watch their advertisement beforehand.

They got thrown out a window and they're afraid of being eaten by birds again :(

They hate every other cereal. Also their cereal is actually very good for you and nutrients and yummy but their ad fucking sucks. It was made in PowerPoint. Again,, we made them with @dustee203 <3 please check their stuff out even if they don't post :))) also they're 77273 and we made them as a semi joke and will cry really hard if there's any criticism because they mean the world to us :((((((((((((((

#theyre legally not allowed to swear btw #theyre kinda just a general oc and i fallded in love with them #theyve got that peak advertiser vojce #theyre like actually terrified of birds tho #theyre just the box the cereal is seperate from them but it like #regenerates every day #once a day #dusty kept calling them fiberglass hehehe #scp oc #we're acrually so scared of scp fans we dont want this guy to be actual scary scp just a fan thing im so scared of scp shit yo #but uhhh fiberblaze makes you nutritious and is actually insanely healthy and delciious brooooo #eat it #please #just watch the ad first #as dusty said. #theres only one fiberblaze ever tho :( #lonely ass #their box sorta changes like lowercase if theyre sad uppercase if yelling #they do actually speak though and the lil fire thing is their 'eye' #this mf sees 049 and fucking *screams* #theyre terrified of birds #we played as them with an 049 ai and they fucking?? addopted 77273/fiberblaze?? #it was amazing #oc #their box is supposed to be super simple aswell bc these mfs cheap #i literally know nothing abt scps #bro we're so tired #dibujo

[dustyhyena]

9 falling for the prompts?

just remembered i wanted to post this. woe everyone its august sawyer again

9. falling.

August never liked the dark. Nor did she like heights.

Well, there was a time she didn't mind it all that much. But after her own involvement with the Squidbeak Splatoon, it's become something she could no longer stand. 

It's terrifying when you don't know where you are or which way is up, but you do know that you're helpless. It's a concept that's followed her for years, hiding in her psyche until it has the chance to strike in her dreams.

Sometimes, it's Cephalon HQ. The sheer force of octarian ink bursting from the Octobot King would send August flying back, her hero shot would clatter to the ground, and all she had was her hands desperately clinging onto the edge of a surface she couldn't even see. Her hearts would still be racing at the thought of looking down to see the vast nothingness greeting her below.

Sometimes, it's Kamabo. The room would be fully illuminated, but it would be so hard to see through the turquoise sludge that hijacked her brain. She'd have her eyes locked on Agent 8, tentamissiles at the ready, before a sudden moment of clarity would wash over her. She'd try to take advantage of this moment to snap out of it, drop the special, anything. But she'd stumble backwards and fall, with no strength to look anywhere but up as she watched the floating platforms disappear. 

Sometimes she'd kick and thrash and fight the air to break the fall, anything to stop it. The wind would drown out the sound of her screaming. She refused to die here, this couldn't be the end. 

Sometimes, she had just enough sense in her to realize that this is where her story would end, and not enough control to do anything about it besides give into acceptance.

But every time, she'd wake up from these nightmares with a start, desperately grasping at her surroundings to assure herself she's on land, she's grounded, she's still.

The glow of her own tentacle lights and the soft orange jellyfish nightlight near the door would reaffirm that she could see, she's in her room, she knows where she is. And the gentle touch of her girlfriend's clawed hand, slowly squeezing her own, let her know that she was safe, it's okay, I'm here.

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also heres images to go with it! <3 theyre old but relevant

#sorry #dusty writing #splatoon #august #this squid. This fuckign squid ! she hates heights!!!!!!! mf always think shes gon die!!!!

[a-sad-queer]

me? not posting a simp post?? who am I anymore,, /hj

#uwo meme #underworld office meme #underworld office #uwo #surprise surprise #i cant believe it #anyways please erase this crusty dusty mf off the face of the earth #pretty pls

[meerey]

Just bumped into one of the guys that used to bully me in school and he remembered me

Litey choke you fucking rodent don't speak to me ever

#musty dusty crusty ass mf #day ruined

[iloveutoodeath]

uUUUUUUHHHHHHAHSHDHSHAJAHWIFKDKDKAKAKSKD

#the mcr action figures…………. are now in my possesion?????!!!!!!???!?!?!?!??!!!! WTTTFFFFFF #14 yr old me is screaming!!!!!!!! 29 yr old me is screaming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #my life long dream of owning these ugli mfs has finally come trueeeee #aorry i know these pics are dusty as hell but idc kdjfjdkskddoskdkd

[tariah23]

Saying it here but nbs and whites need to read every last comment from black ppl on that post about fandom racism and their experiences.

#y’all need to stand up for black people more man #rambling #look at how black ppl get treated like shit for simply existing in said spaces #a black Gojo cosplayer was with friends #all white mfs in jjk cosplay #but the comment section was absolutely vile and more of the nasty comments were directed at the gojo cosplayer #making ‘unlock Gojo first-‘ jokes and shit #while the other cosplayers who were white and clearly not Asian #were getting the ‘you guys are cute’ comments despite the dusty wigs- nvm #these same racists go on about cosplay ‘accuracy’ will never have any heat for white cosplayers because they view wp as the default race #and they see anime characters as basically white despite 90% of them being Asian ☠️ #black fans of anything are treated so horribly bro #a lot of artists will post selfies of themselves for the first time or say nigga on a post and people would be so weird towards them #‘WAIT YOURE BLACK!???’ #‘HUH!??’ like acting unusually surprised at a black person being behind said accounts #it’s weird. you’re weird if you’ve ever treated a black person like this before btw #um when will black peolle take over the world and kick Everyone else out I can’t take this anymore it’s like we live to be treated like #either vermon or specimens #y’all don’t value our existence or humanity #only what we can do to help others advance

[delicatepoets]

had the feminine urge to rearrange my room and i broke the legs off my dresser so now im sat the fuck down for my peace

#i can’t have anything easy fr #the amount of dust i inhaled is so sick too #its only super dusty bcs my fully body length mirror is so heavy i can never move it so now that i am its so mf dusty back there 😭😭😭😭 #lord i have a headache .. a broken dresser .. and dusty lungs 😩 #txt.post

[honeywiththemoneyloa222]

YOU THAT BITCH

REMINDER

YOU’RE THAT BITCH LIKE I JUST SAID

RIGHT NOW

LITERALLY RIGHT FUCKING NOW

EMBODY YOUR DESIRED SELF

LITERALLY JUST BE HER/HIM/THEY

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE SEXY

BECAUSE YOU SAID SO

AND THATS FUCKING IT

THE VOID STATE IS WITHIN YOU IGNORE THAT MF DUSTY CRUSTY MUSTY ASS 3D BECAUSE BITCH LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING THE 3D IS THE RESULT OF YOUR 4D YOUR 4D IS YOUR MIND THIS IS WHERE YOU DREAM DAYDREAM FANTASIZE YOUR DREAM LIFE ALL THAT STUFF THE 3D RESPONDS TO YOUR 4D SO

SO IF YOU SAY THE VOID IS HARD OR THAT YOU’RE GONNA FAIL THEN YOU WILL YOUR CURRENT LIFE HASN’T CHANGED FOR THIS EXACT REASON THIS IS WHY BLOGGERS SAY CHANGE YOUR ASSUMPTIONS

YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS MIND IS A SPONGE

ITS ALREADY PROGRAMMED TO THINK WHATEVER YOU ASSUME

IT WORKS LIKE THIS

YOU ASSUME SOMETHING YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS SOAKS IT UP

WHATEVER YOU ASSUMED SHOWS UP IN YOUR 3D SO EVERYTHING IS REAL ALL YOUR DESIRES ARE REAL BECAUSE YOU ASSUME THEY ARE

BITCH IF YOU WANNA ENTER THE VOID TONIGHT

DO IT

GET OFF TUMBLR AND GO FUCKING DO IT

AINT NOBODY GONNA DO IT FOR YA BE YOUR OWN WISH GRANTER

YOUR SUBCONSCIOUS MIND IS NEVER BLOCKED IDK WHY PPL SAY THAT BLOCKED FROM WHAT????

THE 3D IS PHYSICAL

YOUR BODY INCLUDED ITS ALL PHYSICAL BUT YOUR 4D IS NOT ITS LITERALLY YOUR PUREST FORM IT IS PURE CONSCIOUSNESS THE 3D IS POWERLESS ITS USELESS ITS JUST PHYSICAL ITS A RESULT

THE 3D DOES NOT MATTER

PHYSICALITY DOES NOT MATTER WHY

BECAUSE IN THE VOID NOTHING IS PHYSICAL SO WHY ARE YOU REACTING TO YOUR SYMPTOMS YOUR BODY IS REACTING STOP PAYING ATTENTION TO THAT

BECAUSE IT IS PHYSICAL!!!!!

THE 4D IS NOT!!!!

STOP THINKING YOU WILL FAIL GUESS WHAT YOU ALWAYS ENTER THE VOID YOU HAVE BEEN DOING IT YOUR WHOLE LIFE WHY THE FUCK YOU COMPLICATING SOMETHING YOU ALREADY KNOW HOW TO DO

IT IS DEADASS YOU LAYING THERE IGNORING THE 3D BECAUSE IT IS PHYSICAL

WHEN I SAY JUST “BE” I MEAM JUST BE

CONSCIOUSNESS JUST BE FORMLESS

RIGHT NOW IN THE 3D YOU ARE READING THIS IN THIS VERY MOMENT THAT YOU’RE IN THE 3D YOU ARE IN THE STATE OF “BEING” HOW

BECAUSE YOU ARE AWARE THAT YOU ARE A PHYSICAL BEING A PERSON AND EVERYTHING AROUND YOU IS PHYSICAL

SO ITS JUST LIKE THAT EXCEPT YOU ARE JUST BEING CONSCIOUSNESS

HOW TO DO IT?????

YOU ALWAYS DO WHEN YOU GO TO SLEEP WHEN YOU MEDITATE

IT IS NOT HARD

I DON’T WANT ANY EXCUSES

BRING ME SOME SUCCESS STORIES

DO IT TONIGHT

NOT TOMORROW NOT NEXT WEEK BECAUSE EVERY DAY YOU PUT OFF MIGHT BE A YEAR OF YOUR ASS STILL COMPLAINING ABOUT THE SAME SHIT GET OFF YOUR FUCKING ASSES AND DO IT I BELIEVE IN YOU GO NOWWW!!!!!!

DO IT TOFUCKINGNIGHT BITCH YOU GOT A NEW LIFE TO GO GET WHO CARES HOW LONG YOU LAY THERE “IVE BEEN DOING THIS FOR TWO HOURS!!!!!” OK BUT YOUR DREAM LIFE IS FOREVER

YOU REALLY GONNA GIVE UP HAPPINESS TO BE DEPRESSED ABOUT SOMETHING YOU ALREADY KNOW HOW TO DO

BE FORREAL

GO GET YOUR DESIRES

I LOVE YOU BYE💗

#law of assumption #law of attraction #void state #law of manifestation #manifesting #void #manifesation #loassblog #subliminals #loassumption #loa tumblr #loablr #loa success #loa #loa blog #law of the universe #good luck #guided meditation #meditation #meditating

[mumifyy]

First request! But could you make a Vox x reader that has Anxiety? :3 Thank you!!

A/N: as a person with severe anxiety, I love this idea 🫶 / First request omg?? 😭

Tw: Anxiety, Overthinking, panic attack, Violence, Valentino (Bros his own warning 😒 I hate that mf sm), Sexual harassment, not proofread.

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“I love you.” Vox x Reader

Part 2 💝

You hummed, Looking through the books on the bookshelf of the hellish library. The shelf’s laced with dust from the lack of interaction. Soon, a book caught your keen eye.

“Overlords for Dummies.” You raised a brow, deciding to open it and scan through the small letters printed into the frail yellow stained paper. Your eyes darted through the length of the page before coming across your Boyfriends name. Your eyes locked onto the word, a soft smile curling onto your delicate lips as you thought of you lover before returning to reading the book. Eventually, you got bored of the book and decided to put it back along with the other dusty and unused books. Deeming the information useless as you already knew all of it. Walking out of the library and opening the doors to see the all too familiar red sky of hell, You wondered what heaven looked like, not that you really cared you were just curious. You walked down the sidewalk peacefully, ignorant demons walking down on the opposite way or the way you were going, all annoyed or picking a fight with eachother which you were used to. Finally, you reached halfway to the VVV tower, your secret home as Vox didn’t want anyone knowing about y oh relationship just yet, worried that it would only put you in danger. And Alastor of course. You walked into the doors of the famous tower only to be met with Valentino. The lust overlord, which you didn’t really like, along with the word of Vox, you avoided only to come face to face to him. He stared down at you, a grin forming on his face before he spoke.

“Ah, Who might you be Cariño? Arnt you just… a pretty little thing.” He spoke in a husky tone, taking your hand and licking it with pink saliva trailing down your small arm as you cringed and looked away uncomfortably. “U-um.” You stuttered, unable to come up with an answer. “Are you looking for work baby? I could make you a star… both of us richer then well.” He slurred with lust in his eyes as you quickly snapped out of your trance and pulled your arm away from him, gulping at the overlords now annoyed expression before he harshly grabbed you face and tried pulling you in for a kiss, licking his lips in anticipation before you pushed him away, tears brimming at your waterline before you darted away, running in whatever direction he wasn’t going.

*You heaved for air, tears already have been spilling from your eyes violently when you were running before. Your back slid on the wall when you sat down, dragging your knees to your chest in your crying state. You began to sob more violently, overthinking that Vox was deem you as a cheater and throw you away for being touched by another man, especially his friend! Or atleast that’s what you thought they were. You didn’t care. “Fuck! No no! I can’t loose him.. what if he hates me?” You gasped for air clutching your chest as your lungs gave out. You coughed and choked on your own tears. “Please no” you chanted out. “I don’t want him to leave me, no please. I don’t want to be left alone. What if he saw? What if I’m in the wrong?” Your eyes began to get blurry to more you cried, as if they weren’t producing tears to flood an entire canyon. Your head felt fuzzy, a headache forming already before you passed out from the lack of oxygen.

You gasped awake, sitting up instantly, your hand flying up to your aching head. Wait where are you? You looked around, noticing you were no longer in the alleyway you were in before. Wait what happened..? Before you could think, someone hugged you tightly. “Oh fuck! Your awake I’m so fucking glad! Are you alright sweetheart? My love? Darling? How are you feeling? Are you hurt anywhere?” You recognized the familiar voice to be Vox, your Boyfriend. “Vox..?” He was nuzzled into your neck before looking up at you with what looked like to be tears. “Yes my love?” He asked with a small sniffle. “What happened?” Vox looked at you before answering. “I don’t know, I was in my office before I saw you on the cameras running while crying so I went to go find you. I’ve been meaning.. to ask who hurt you?” He questioned, his expression still worried but the look in his eyes made you shiver, you knew he was pissed on the inside. “I-..” you stuttered over your words, you didn’t want to ruin Valentino’s relationship with Vox, especially since there were sort of friends in their own way. “Darling please… I won’t be mad I promise my sweet girl.” He comforted you calmly. No.. your acting selfish, but what if your right? Wait what if your wrong and he leaves you? The voices tore you apart. Your thoughts getting more intense as you overthought more about the outcome of your next move. Before you could think about it anymore Bix noticed something on your arm, your sleeves was rolled up with left over salvia from hours before when Valentino licked you. You looked down at Vox as he gently took your wrist in his clawed hand, the look on his digital face changed, now into more violent expression, it scared you. “V-Vox it’s no-“ he cut you off. “I know Baby. Was this Valentinos doing? Did he t-t-t-touch y-y-you?” He glitched. That was not a good sign. “I’m sorry Vox! I didn’t mean to run into him he grabbed me before I could walk away I was just trying to get back into our room I’m sorry please don’t leave me I didn’t know he was the-“ Once again, Vox cut you off with a kiss on your forehead. “Sweetheart. This is not your fault okay? Stop worrying and get some sleep my sweet girl.” You looked at him, hugging him before he later you back down and covered you with a blanket and his jacket to comfort you further before he gave you one final kiss on your nose before walking away, rolling up his sleeves as he did so. You closed you eyes and feel asleep quickly as your woke up, not seeing how deathly angry Vox had became.

“Cut, cut, cut! What the fuck was that?!” Valentino yelled at the “star”. The worker babbling excused before the door burst open, almost blowing the door off its hinges with a furious Vox glaring deathly at Valentino.

Vox glitched violently as he intently glared at Valentino, Valentino’s face turning a bit pale.

“M̵̡͊͊̃̐͗̄Y̴̼͖̣͋ ̸̨͕̦͙̝͙̣̎͂́͛͘̕F̶̢̱͎̭̙͑͋͊-̴̡̧͖̤̠̘̹̀̒̾̋)̸̘͗͛̍̀̚$̸̧͕̘͕͓̪͑̎͆͑͊͜—̴͖̩̟̫͐̂͆͆̕͘Ǘ̶͇̅͛͐̾̍͒͌̏̏͜ͅU̵͇̩̭̥͍̘͈͗̋͗̌̌̐͠ͅŲ̴͖̘̞̼̬̣͔̺̾!̴͓̼̦̟̺͔͇͙̔̐̔͒̍͌́̎̚͝’̶̛͉̰̭͖̝̈͊̎͐n̶̡̨̛͎̹̯̱̕C̸͈̳̆̒̇K̴͕̺̦̎͊̑Ì̴͈̱̘̹̣̜̍̏̔͐̆̀̕͘N̸̗͎̄̅̓̀͘C̸͎͊̂ ̵̘̫̙̥͉̑͂̔̌͌̀͐͌Ǫ̴̥̖͈̯̂̐̈́̕-̷̹̺͑̄͊̒̔̕F̶̙͙̫̭̰̼͈̘̳͕̀͐̚F̶͈͍̟̦̤͓̞̗͛͑͐͋̐͆̅̽̚͘ͅ$̶̬̥͉̋̓̍̈͆̄̀͠ͅ)̷̛͉͓͉̀̔͒̉̍̅$̶̭̣̲̥̫̓̌̓̋—̵͓̗̬͋̓̒̚C̶̨͍̟͉̳̠̹̀͒̽͜͠͝ͅĘ̵͓̌̀̅̊̇ ̴̟̌̿́́͊͘N̴͙̖̳͋͑̾̈̈́̈́̈̀͗Ő̸̗̅͊̊̅̈͌͠6̷̡̧̩͙̳̂̍͆–̸̧͈͇̬̣̯̭̖̀̋̀̊̋̋̀̐͐ͅ7̷̪̦͋W̴̨͔̟͂̈́̈́̏̀̓̀͂͑͠.”

(“My fucking office now”)

…

“shit.”

#hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hotel #vivziepop #vox #vox x reader #reader x character #fluff #anxeity #valentino #fanfic #fanfiction reccomendations #the vees #hazbin hotel vees

[bangaveragewhitewine]

Pinch Me

After your first date with a familiar face from home, waking up next to Steve feels like something out of a dream. 

or

This is a follow on from Clean Slate but can be read as standalone fic. 

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings/Content: Both you and Steve are in your late-twenties and were in school together; you met again on a blind date almost ten years later. This is an 18+ fic; oral (reader receiving), penetrative sex. Spoiler but use of ‘good girl’ in a sexy content. Steve Harrington being a smooth mf comes with it's own warning.

I have tried to leave physical descriptions as neutral and inclusive as possible! Some mentions of anxiety and insecurity. Plenty of kissing to make up for that! 

Author’s Note: Clean Slate was intended to be a one off fic but here we are! This is my first attempt at smut in a fic, so hopefully it’s not horrendous! Thank you for reading, enjoy!

Thank you to my lovely @specialagentmonkey for beta reading for me💖

Once again, this is an 18+ fic. Please do not do any AI fuckery with my work or repost on other sites.

(divider by me)

Ever since you were little, your bed had been one of your favourite places. Soft sheets, books on the bedside table and a perfectly curated stack of pillows all topped off with the quilt you had made with your grandma before her arthritis got too bad. 

In your mom’s photo albums there was more than one snapshot of you as a sleepy toddler with a wild bed head peeking up from your pillow on Christmas morning. Another few of you reading Nancy Drew in a pillow nest with a gap toothed smile. 

By now, you had made your own little nest out in the big bad world now; a surprisingly roomy studio with big windows and noisy neighbours on one side. You had bought new sheets and a duvet printed with dusty pink roses on porcelain white cotton, curated a new stack of pillows and added too many decorative cushions on top of the same quilt that had made the move with you to Indianapolis and on to Chicago. There were still books on your bedside,  a little dish for your jewellery to sit in while you slept, and an accumulation of lip balms, pillow mist and a candle or two to set the mood. 

After long shifts and bad dates, your bed was still your haven. When you were particularly anxious, you could still hear the shrill of your old alarm blaring in your ears; the sound of that clock that had dragged you from sweet dreams in your beloved bed on chilly winter mornings. Some mornings, as you rode the subway to work, you swore you could hear your bed’s own siren song calling you to get off at the next stop, come home to read and nap the day away. 

The sanctuary was for you alone, save for an occasional sleepover with your best friend Annie. Your dates were never invited to stay and make themselves comfortable. But this morning, waking up with Steve Harrington in your bed? That was new. 

It was safe to say that your blind date went well. Really well. 

You had resolutely avoided talking about school, only mentioning people each other might have remembered in the context of a story about your lives outside Hawkins. Steve was still in touch with a lot of people from home. You recognised some of their names; Robin who grew up a street away from you, Eddie Munson who you knew from art class and the occasional house party in your youth, even Nancy Wheeler. The way he lit up with so much fondness for ‘his kids’ who weren’t kids anymore made your face ache from smiling.

And Steve had listened, wanted to hear how you had liked Indianapolis for college (he had spent some time there too before making the move to Chicago with Robin after Eddie had sussed the place out and found an apartment near his own for them that they still shared). He had asked about your job, your life in the city, and took a real interest in you. 

His attention had stayed on you, never straying to see who else was around or looking for an escape route. His honeyed gaze had stayed focused, watching how you used your hands when you spoke and dipped occasionally to look at your lips. Steve’s hand had stayed close by when his fingers weren’t outright intertwined with yours. He did this thing with his thumb, stroking it across the bone of your wrist, and a few times he had squeezed your hand while you spoke as if to say ‘go on, I’m listening’ - it was so centering for your often anxious mind.

You had a few more drinks, picked a few songs on the jukebox, kept talking and talking until you were sitting close enough to hear Steve’s stomach growl, making his cheeks flush pink. 

“I know a pizza spot close by if you’re hungry?” you suggested. 

“DiFontaines?” Steve smiled a little, nodding at your suggestion. “Yeah I love it. Let’s go.”

Neither of you wanted to end the night yet, say goodbye. So you didn’t. Instead you headed hand in hand into the warm night air, nicely buzzed and in search of hot pizza and crispy cold sodas. 

The sun had dipped in the sky, taking the worst of the heat with it, but the night stayed humid and sticky. Despite the warmth, Steve held your hand and between stories, as you walked down the next block, he lifted his arm to twirl you when you passed a bar blaring Achy Breaky Heart onto the street; Billy Ray’s crooning was eclipsed by your laughter. 

“You’re such a dork,” you giggled, pushing him gently before Steve quickly hugged you against his side again. Never had you felt so comfortable on a first date - but this wasn’t just any blind first date. 

“Dork?! You been talkin’ to Robin?” Steve smiled down at you, sparking heat in your belly. 

“Guess your reputation precedes you, Harrington.” With a burst of bravery, owing it to your younger self, you bounced up on your toes to peck his cheek before taking off a few steps ahead, turning to grin back at him as he jogged to catch up before you swerved into the pizza place. 

You joined the line of late night pizza lovers and Steve had slipped an arm around you, leaned his chin on your head as your heart pounded hard. “So, what’re we getting?” he asked.

The familiarity of it all made you feel fuzzy around the edges, his thumb stroking your shoulder, the heat of him pressed against your side. 

“It’s probably sacrilegious but the New York style slice, veggie or… artichoke.” Feeling brave again you cover his hand with yours and squeezed. “You?”

“Okay so we’re both sinners then.” He hummed, considering his options. “You’re vegetarian right?”

“Yeah, I try to be.” You liked how he had remembered a tiny detail from a story told hours ago.

“Okay. Four cheese then.”

“You sure?” Your interest piqued. 

“Yeah, ‘course. You might not want a goodnight kiss if I have pepperoni breath.”

You swear your jaw dropped as Steve schooled his smile, watching the group of tipsy tourists ahead of you order their slices before his eyes darted back to you. 

Steve was more timid, his voice quieter as he filled the silence between you when you had been too stunned to answer. “It’s also totally fine if you don’t want to kiss me, sweetheart. I know I can lay it on ki-“ 

Instead you rocked up to close the gap between you, ignoring the pinch of your sandals to lay a kiss onto his lips. Steve was quick to cup your cheek, keeping you there to kiss you back just as sweetly. 

His nose has nudged against yours before he let you go, gazing into each other’s eyes until your attention was pulled to ‘order or get out’. His arm had stayed around you as you placed your orders, splitting a third classic deep dish slice between you so you wouldn't be run out of town with torches and pitchforks. 

Full of pizza and soda and bravery, you had taken Steve’s hand again and strolled through the sticky Chicago night, steering him toward your apartment with the guise of proving that the same pink scrunchie you wore in high school was in fact on your bedside table. You both knew what you were really suggesting. 

Part of you niggled away, expecting him to make a polite excuse to head home instead. But Steve only had eyes for you and sealed the deal with another kiss. You lost yourselves in each other, feeling younger together, and made out with Steve’s back against the shutters of somewhere long closed for the night as he squeezed your hips and you toyed with the ends of his hair. It was with regret that he had to tear himself away from your lips to hail a cab for you both, where you did your best to behave on the way to your apartment.

As you lay in bed that next morning, watching how Steve’s chest rose and fell with breath, how soft he looked in sleep, you felt warm and happy. His golden glow was just as dazzling in the morning light.  

Your night together had been unrushed. Steve hadn’t just hit it and quit it with you. No, instead you had kissed and kissed, making out and letting your hands roam like two teenagers except there was no hurry; no seven minute deadline or someone pounding on a guest room door to see if it was occupied. The rumours in school had been true; Steve Harrington was an amazing kisser. You had listened to a friend of a friend rave about his soft lips after a lucky spin the bottle in junior year; now you had tasted him for yourself, you understood why she had brought it up so much. But Steve was in your bed now, not hers, you thought smugly. 

On the way from the couch to your bed, he had unzipped your dress and you made sure his powdery blue shirt wouldn’t be too creased in the morning, draping it over the back of a chair instead of leaving it balled up on the ground. 

Steve had made sure you knew how beautiful he thought you were, kissed you everywhere before taking his time with you and spent an age between your legs as he worked you open for him. Lying there the next morning, you could feel your face heat up when you remembered how his touch set you on fire. The pleasant all over ache weighed you down into your mattress. 

With a messy bed-head, Steve woke a little after you and saw you smiling dreamily to yourself. He reached out to pull you closer, tucking his face into your neck. 

“Mornin’.” His voice was gravelly and deep. 

“Morning.” You brush his hair back gently and dot a kiss to his forehead before stroking your fingers over his shoulders soothingly, dragging them down his arm.  

“S’nice,” he said, lips moving against your neck before he pressed a few kisses there. 

Lying face to face on your pillow, your fingers played with the fine gold chain that settled around his throat, dipping lower into the thick hair on his chest. 

“I had a really good time last night.” Steve’s fingers walk up your arm, before twirling your hair around one carefully. 

When you look up at him, he’s got this little smile on his face. He inches closer, letting his gaze drop to your own smiling mouth before you share a slow morning kiss. 

“Me too,” you whisper, settling your hand on the side of his neck before returning his kiss again. Your fingers skate across and behind the lobe of his ear, the underside of his jaw and the shade of stubble there. 

With his large soft hands, he drags you closer still, pressing you right up against him. The t-shirt you had pulled on after the sweat on your body had started to cool last night was rucked up over your hip as Steve’s thumb strokes the dip there. 

You sigh into his mouth, feeling warm all over despite the chill of your box fan to cool the room down. This morning you're warmed by the heat and glow that radiates from Steve Harrington, hotter than the sun itself. 

“You’re really beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips, shifting his weight so you’re on your back again with one of his thighs slotted between yours. Steve brushes your hair back, fanning it out over the pillow before dipping down to kiss you again. He leaves you breathless before his lips trail lower to your jaw and neck. 

It’s an intimacy you hadn’t had with anyone in a long time, feeling safe enough with Steve to let yourself be loved on like this. You will yourself to be present with him, bask in his glow as it warms you, but barbs of anxiety have crept in to distract you.

Last night was amazing, slow and syrupy and tender. If that had been the last time you ever saw Steve Harrington you could have probably died happy - happier than before anyway. But instead he stayed, and as he kisses you again (morning breath ignored and forgotten). Steve didn’t care that you had faded into the background of your shared high school halls, he had loved how you had the bravery to break out of Hawkins and be you now. 

Steve notices you tensing up and peels himself back, thumbing your cheek again as he says your name. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks, concern in his eyes. It makes your heart ache. 

You shake your head and cover the hand on your cheek. “No. Never.” You pull him to you again and relish the weight of him on top, your hands over his shoulders. “I’m getting in my head. You’re straight out of a dream, Steve. I feel like asking you to pinch me.”

You feel a little embarrassed about being quite so honest with him like this, but he oozes a magnetism and calmness that makes you want to tell him everything. But you don’t want to scare him away, be left waiting for another call that’s not coming, or hear him say ‘that was fun but I’m not looking for anything serious right now’. 

He smiles and leans his weight on one strong arm so he’s not totally crushing you. “I can, if you want. But I promise I’m real. And I’m just some guy.” 

You laugh. “Some guy? Nah Steve, I think you might be some sort of apparition. Or like, a Greek god.” You squeeze his bicep for emphasis. “Definitely dreaming.”

Steve rolls his eyes, playful, and pinches your cheek lightly. “See? Silly.” He presses a kiss to where he pinched before going in for another on your smiling mouth. Steve was not shy or stingy with his kisses, you had learned. You liked that a lot. 

“I think you’re pretty amazing, y’know. If you’re not sick of me yet, would you wanna go for breakfast with me?” Steve kneels up between your thighs, the sheets pooling around his hips. Your eyes go right to the white Calvin’s pulled tight over the thickness of him. Your eyes rake up over his body until you’re caught staring, ogling, and Steve smiles when you pull a pillow over your face. You certainly hadn’t been so shy last night; he laughs and lifts it away to gaze down at you, hoping you will say yes. 

“C’mere. Then you can take me for breakfast.” You coax him back down, hooking one leg over his hip. “Prove to me again that you’re not just in my imagination?”

Steve grins and rolls himself down over you. “You been imagining me like this? Scandalous,” he teases before resuming his kisses from earlier, which you are eager to return. Your bodies move together, hips tilting toward each other seeking out that pressure that makes your tummy sizzle. As Steve’s hands slip under your sized-up sleep shirt again, your own dips down to cup him through his underwear. His breath hitches, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Baby…” 

Baby. 

You smile and repeat the movement firmer this time before beginning to coax him to hardness, breaking your hold on him only to help him remove your tshirt. It’s lost to the floor along with Steve’s briefs. His breath is hot against your mouth as your bodies press together. The feeling of Steve’s hands on your breasts draws out a whine that’s swallowed by another kiss; his hands are so big and they feel like they are everywhere, like Steve is everywhere. His mouth and hands trail lower, spreading you out for him on your dusty rose bedsheets. He cups you there, thumb swiping in a delicious rhythm that has you gasping against his shoulder. 

“I’ve got you,” he whispers, kissing the tops of your breasts. “Let me hear those pretty noises again, baby. Please?” 

You whimper as his fingers ease you open, so gentle like the polite ‘please’. Steve had proven he was a talker already last night, his words making you feel hot all over as he had pushed so carefully inside, turning tipsy giggles into needy gasps. You felt the same heat engulf you now as he lay wet kisses to your tummy, your hips, pausing only so that he could lie comfortably between your thighs after shouldering his way between them. 

He’s looking up at you, his cheek against the meat of your thigh. Lips curve into a smile when you meet his gaze, and he closes his eyes when you stroke his hair back. One of his hands takes yours and rests together on your belly as he dips to kiss you where you need him, humming against you when you gasp his name. 

Your eyes drop closed, fireworks bursting behind them as he makes you feel so good. The once or twice any other man had done this was lacklustre in skill and enthusiasm, which Steve possessed in every cell of his being. When you chance looking at him you spot his hips shifting against the mattress, chasing relief for his own ache which makes you moan louder. His whispered “good girl” sends your eyes rolling back into your skull. 

Steve brings you to your peak quicker than anyone ever had before. Mindful that you might be a little tender from the night before as he presses one long and thick finger inside before a second joins it a few moments later, gentle but with a purpose of making you forget your own name. His shoulder presses firm against your thigh, spreading you wider as his fingers pump steadily, keeping the pace and press against the spot inside you that makes you feel fit to explode. 

You squeeze his arm while your capacity for coherent speech vanishes, focusing only on the swirl and suck of his mouth and the crook and curl of his fingers. It’s so sudden, and you swear you’ve never made a noise so loud as you moan for him, trembling all over. He whispers his praise against your thigh before bringing his mouth back to where you’re weeping for him and doesn’t stop until your thighs are crushing his ears, muffling your voice. 

Chest heaving, you feel him move up to check on you. He brings you close, holding you as you glow with him and presses feathery kisses to your hairline. “You still with me? Not still dreaming about me?” 

“Mm, think I died,” you manage, peeking up at him with teary eyes. Another tender kiss to the dopey smile on your lips. “Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, sweetheart.” 

His grin is deservedly cocky, earning himself the warm grasp of your hand around his length. The prettiest frown graces his face as you squeeze and slowly pump your hand, your lips moving to his neck. 

Steve’s gaze moves from your face, dragging down your body to where your hand holds him. His size makes your hand look small and you feel the kick of his arousal on your palm. You manage to swing one wobbly leg over him, sitting on the breadth of his thighs with new confidence as he holds you steady. 

You lean across him, earning kisses to your chest as you fish for a condom to rip open and roll on to him before lowering yourself down into his lap. 

Sinking your teeth into the fat of your lower lip at the stretch of him, Steve huffs out a breathy swear against your chest. His hands settle on your hip and thigh, grounding and never rushing as you breathe into the feeling of him inside you before beginning to move. 

“Fuck,” he murmurs, watching you in awe. “So pretty f’me.”

That spurs you on, chasing the tingle deep in your abdomen. Your fingers lace with Steve’s on your thigh, the other hand braced against the wall behind his shoulder. 

His head leans back by your hand, turning to kiss your wrist as you move in his lap. You curl your arm around him, bringing each other close as his hips hitch up to meet you. 

“So good, baby,” he murmurs, kissing you again as his breath comes quicker now. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

Gasping his name, you hold him tight to you as you move together. He can’t take his eyes off of you, “Good girl, so gorgeous.” 

Messy kisses broken by gasps and Steve’s praise are traded back and forth. His hands feel huge where they hold you at your waist. 

The cord of pleasure deep in your pelvis winds tighter. Steve’s jaw twitches as he holds on to you, and you kiss the tense muscle before whispering, “You make me feel so good.” The sound he makes is almost a whimper and he squeezes the meat of your ass. Your hips continue their rise and roll, you feel like every cell of your body is aflame. 

Steve watches you, praising words fanning the fire low in your belly. The burn in your thighs makes you pause and he takes the chance to kiss you stupid again. 

“Feel good? Yeah?” When you nod, feeling spaced out, he pecks your swollen lips and whispers, “Let me take care of you, sweetheart.” You wonder if he lets anyone take care of him, return his generosity and affections. 

He is so gentle as he holds you to his chest and slouches lower on the bed. You close your eyes at the feeling of being held like this, cheek to his broad shoulder. His feet are flat and firm on the bed and the experimental thrust up into you makes you sigh his name. Steve sweeps your hair to one side so that he can kiss your neck again, checking in with you before continuing. 

His name echoes on your bedroom walls as he grazes the elusive spot inside of you; the way you press right against his pelvis gives a rub of friction that makes lightning zing through your limbs. “That’s it. Huh? Right there?” His voice is tight as he drives up into you again, faster now with the new angle. 

You can hardly summon the sense to make a sentence, babbling now with how good he’s making you feel, the occasional broken curse or plea. After last night and this morning, the neighbours won’t be happy or forget Steve’s name anytime soon - not that you give a fuck. 

You kiss him again, though now you’re both so far gone it’s messy and needy, hot breaths against each other’s cheeks. The lick of his tongue against yours makes you shiver. You feel ready to burst, pleasure building as his hips drive up hard into you

With the feeling of him so deep inside of you, you fall over the edge again. The feeling of your orgasm, clenching and fluttering and soaking, drags him with you, groaning against your neck when his hips slam and stutter still. His arms are tight around you, both heaving deep breaths together. 

Steve eases you both down onto your sides, tangled together. You feel dazed and heavy but the stroke of Steve’s fingers on your hip, his hot breath on your collarbone grounds you until the sounds of Chicago on a Saturday morning remind you that this wasn’t a dream. 

“You okay? That.. Jesus…” Steve’s voice is breathy, but you hear his smile. 

“Yeah. I’m…amazing.”

“Yeah, you are.” 

There’s comfortable silence as you both come back to earth. 

After a few moments Steve dots kisses to your cheeks, forehead and nose before he eases out of you to bin the full condom. Soon you’re back in bed with him, held safe in his arms. His cheeks are pink and you want to squeeze them. 

“You’re so gorgeous, Steve.” Your fingers brush over the moles dotted along his cheekbone, and he catches your hand to kiss your fingers sweetly in distraction. “Hey. Look at me, Harrington.”

“Back to Harrington?” he teases, looking into your eyes with faux intensity to make you giggle. “M’lookin’.”

“Steve. Steven.” You match his teasing with pretend-seriousness.

“Not Steven. Please, baby.” His mouth turns down, exaggerating his unhappiness with you, but the stroke of his fingers on your hip say otherwise.

“Ms O’Donnell called you Steven.”

“Please don’t bring O’Donnell up while my dick is still out.”

You both dissolve into giggles, pressing your face against the chain on his chest. “Shut up, she had that much of an effect on you?! Calling you Steven gets you all worked up? Okay perv, good to know.”

“You’re sick in the head.” His voice is shaky with laughter against your hair. “S’a good thing you’re cute.”

“Mhm. Definitely a sicko. Two cute sickos.” You take his face in your hands again. “You’re a great date Steve Harrington.”

He smiles, but it falls a little - you just about catch it. It makes your heart hurt. Your inability to just say that you don’t want this to be a one time thing makes you want to pull your own hair out. 

“I do my best. I had so much fun with you. I’m just kinda… sick of first dates though. Yknow?” 

“I do know. But that’s not how last night felt.” 

There’s a flash of recognition in his eyes as he nods. 

“Definitely helped that we had a bit of a head start on the ‘where are you from?’ shit..” There’s a twinkle of playfulness in his heart wrenching sincerity. 

“I hate that part.” You look into his eyes. It makes your chest flutter, how he looks at you.

“I know we didn’t know each other all that well in school..”

“Since kindergarten.” Your shrug is tiny, you smile playfully as he groans. 

“Since kindergarten. Shit. What’ve I been doing all this time…” he asks the ceiling.

“Same as me. Getting out of Hawkins. Going on crappy dates...” 

“Mm, true. Growing up, I guess.” He’s quiet for a moment, “Last night wasn’t crappy. Best date I’ve been on in a long long time.”

“Me too. I think I’ll let you take me out again, if you want to…” you say, whispering bravely as you act all playful despite your hammering heart. 

The smile on Steve’s face makes the butterflies in your stomach swoop again. You weren’t the only one who felt so dimmed by dating around, having your heart broken. There’s a beat of silence, charged electric as Steve looks at your lips and you touch his chain again. 

“You like pancakes, or waffles?” Steve’s eyes twinkle. 

You squeeze the bulk of his bicep. “French toast.”

His head tips back in laugh, showing off his delicious throat. “Oh she’s fancy?”

“She is.” 

He leans in to kiss you in more time. “I can do fancy, baby.” 

“You’ve done fancy twice. Fancy is hungry, Steve.”

Your laughter echoes in the golden morning light that fills your room as his fingers skate over your ribs, finding the ticklish spots before he hauls you as close as possible again. 

Steve’s nose presses against your cheek, smooching one more kiss there before sitting up to find his pants. As you stargaze at the constellation on his broad back, you think this might just be the start of something really amazing.

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[nayatarot777]

how these mfs have you fucked up

read for a singular person if you’d like to

• pile one •

cards: knight of wands, king of wands, knight of swords, the emperor

for some reason, these people think that they can redirect your focus away from yourself and what you’ve got going on. what you’re building within your own life. your self-rulership is a trigger to them. your independence. your focus on asserting your wants and what you expect of your life and your desires. a lot of these people are very domineering and love to control people - but they obviously can’t with you. the way that they could try to redirect your energy is through petty gossip or trying to influence you to focus on shit that doesn’t benefit your personal growth. there’s self confidence that these people sense in you that is unmatched. for a lot of you, it’s your sexuality too. but whatever goals you have, you feel pretty capable of achieving them. and that’s why these mfs are intimidated. for those of you who are sex workers (i’m mainly seeing dominatrixes and onlyfans content creators), people are shocked at your energy of not giving af about being judged. i’m also seeing that a lot of you guys have smart ass mouths 😂 if someone’s got something to say to you, you’ll return their energy back to sender x5. you seem to be up on a figurative throne that nobody can get you off of. because you only listen to yourself and do what you want to do.

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• pile two •

cards: 4 of cups, 8 of cups, the hierophant, 10 of cups

these people really thought that your loyalty and commitments lied with them - despite them not giving you the emotional fulfilment that you needed and deserved. as if you’d never leave them in the dust like the dusties that they are. like you leaving was the most unrealistic thing. for some reason, these people felt like they had some imaginary ass authority over you - while doing nothing to deserve the respect of an authority figure. this could be a “parent” 😑. the fact that you’ve emotionally disconnected yourself from them and now that they see no signs of you giving af about their existence, now they’re feeling emotionally neglected. good for them. a lot of you have begun to build your dream life now that this person is no longer around you. this person knows that your connection to them is forever changed and transformed, whether they like it or not. but they have some delusional ass mindset where they have the power - somehow, in some way - to convince you to come back to them. this person may also have some sort of god-complex or they could use religion to emotionally abuse. Father God and Mother Gaia sure has something for this person - karma wise. especially Father Saturn (Satan)? yeah, this person has fucked up and they can go choke 🙃

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• pile three •

cards: page of cups, king of pentacles, 4 of pentacles (reversed), 9 of pentacles

these people don’t see the value in you. you may come across as very uplifting, unassuming, maybe even innocent. and because of this, these people have assumed that you have a lack of maturity within you. like you don’t seek stability in the connections that you invest into. little do they know that you take note of everything and gauge whether or not people are deserving enough of what you would give them if you were to actually take them seriously. they actually think that they’re someone who you value more than you value yourself. HA. bih please 😑. these people overestimate the importance that they have in your life. they could even assume that you have an unstable self esteem or something like that, and that you find validation in being likeable to other people, meaning that they assume that you’re easily played. but no. you’re just genuinely likeable. you’re not being a beg and a people pleaser by being nice to them. like, are these people okay or…? because ain’t no way someone being nice to you should gas you up that much. i’m sorry, that’s sad lmaoo. pray for these people y’all (if you want to 👀🤷🏾‍♀️). these people have now seen that the value that they once thought that they had in your life wasn’t that at all. they actually feel pretty dumb. pretty stupid. as they should. these people didn’t want to hold you down and give you any type of stability, thinking that it’s acceptable to be treating you like an option, or a “fun time” and shit, all because you were nice to them? so that must mean you’re dumb? dummies thinking they’re smart. damn 😪

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[itgomyway]

someone asked me awhile ago about forgiving an sp so i have a new perspective. when it comes to forgiving an sp, i want you guys to think about something *disclaimer: im not blaming you. no one is making you manifest them back. if you have problems they're yours alone and you are responsible for them.* if you believe in the multiple versions thing (bc instantly things can change based on your awareness) then let's for a second separate the two. we have

💔 sp who didn't commit, didn't want to show affection, was cheating, toxic, etc.

🤍 sp who is dying to commit, is constantly showing you affection, would never dream of cheating or even hurting you

both of these people exist right now in the moment depending on whichever you're aware of. STOP dealing with 💔since you left that reality there's no need for that dusty mf to exist. and probably 🤍 hates them because of the growth and pain they had to endure to get there. imagine your entire life being about the worst thing you've ever done. (luckily i don't have to) but whenever i think about how was trying to manifest him back but would keep arguing with him in my head i literally imagined me and 🤍 talking and then all of a sudden i get upset at 💔 who no longer exist and is a shadow of 🤍 past. i can consciously accept this fact but 🤍 cannot. every time i think about 💔 and how i was treated i was just reminding 🤍 of his past (therefore doesn't exist) mistakes. since i was trying to manifest 🤍 while continuously interacting with 💔, hot and cold behavior instead came up. stay with 🤍

he didn't want to reach out cuz he was scared i hated him and tbh since thought transmission exists that's exactly what i was showing him by arguing with the previous version. once i stopped this and decided i wanted to put the past behind us i realized it was ego in the first place so it was REALLY easy.

i h a t e the old him with a passion and whenever i thought about it i get upset but now i just assume he gets pissed at him too cuz of his growth. make the old story work for you while destroying it since getting rid of the old story makes you want to get rid of beliefs by default. be kind and patient to yourself and remember that at the end of the day no one is making you or forcing you.

#consciousness #law of assumption