#harajuku market

[webdiggerxxx]

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#harajuku #takeshita street #tokyo #japan #japanese fashion #jfashion #maniaq #sos market #flickr #oldweb #old web

[pansyfemme]

everytjme a harajuku day la is happening i want to go lie in a hole can everything cool not happen across the country

#manifesting a harajuku day nyc someday… #its not just a meetup its like. a monthy art market i want that so bad near me #like boston would be best bc i can get there in under an hour #but nyc is easy too

[stygiy]

Love from Kuku Harajuku found at the flea market ❤️

#cute #doll #dolls #toy #toys #doll collection #dollphotography #my dolls #my doll #kuku Harajuku #my collection #collectible dolls #doll collecting #doll collector #harajuku #flea market

[saber-secondlife]

DETAILS

✧ ▸Hair: TRUTH / Trinket FLF ▸Outfit: :: MOMOCHUU :: Leriana Set│ Kustom9 (July 2023) ▸Glasses: -SU!- Lovagirl Sunglasses ▸Choker/Wrist Cuff/Garters: - Vermilion - Tough Love │ Harajuku (July 2023) ▸Drink: hive // out and about . all items

✧ ▸Head: +SG+ Fairy Dragon ▸Mod: {F} Marble Fox (Solar) │ Mystical Market (July 2023)

#saber-secondlife #second life #furry #fursona #truth sl #momochuu #suicidal unborn #vermilion #hive #sugarcult #fidgets #kustom9 #harajuku #mystical market

[katsurinssims]

Realised that, for one reason or other, when I was backing up my MTS uploads, these ones got missed. might have to do with them being my first hair retextures- and what a start! At that point I was much more into the ultra kawaii side of jfashion, and colourful undercuts were popular. They've been popular on and off, some of the earlier FRUiTS snaps have some pretty fun styles! Anyhoo, I was documenting all the hairs I want to use while I remake my game, and I thought of these as I was going through Rose's meshes. They use Pooklet's textures and custom colours for the most part, but the shaved looking parts were my own efforts I believe. I chose these hairs because they have painted on scalp textures, and looking at them again I kind of want to make more, aha. TF-AF only. Downloads n previews under the cut!

Harajuku Iyahoi! 4 Colourful Undercuts

On Rose's free 0022, which I really need to do a regular looking retexture of aha. The 'bunny' style is most definitely sailor moon inspired ^^

Download Bunny ~ Download Alien ~ Download Sunset Dots ~ Download Watermelon ~ Download all

Moshi Moshi, Tokyo! 4 More Colourful Undercuts

On Rose's free 0067, which @goatskickin did do a regular looking retexture of! the DOKI DOKI is more generally inspired by 6% DOKIDOKI's marketing at the time, I'd visited them in Harajuku fairly recently when I made it.

Download Rainbow ~ Download Eyeballs ~ Download Kitty ~ Download DOKI DOKI ~ Download All

notes: all unbinned customs. As these were my first retextures they're not compressed either, these backups are the exact same zips as from MTS. Meshes are included ^^

#ts2cc #ts2 hair #ts2 female hair #rosesims #sims 2 #sims 2 cc #ts2 cc #sims 2 custom content #sims 2 hair download #sims 2 hair #ts2 simblr

[nekomimineurosurgery]

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[ourpickwickclub]

Re Blake and the state of current music discussion. Image and packaging have been important in pop music for a long time. LAMB is a good example of that before the streaming era where Gwen created this whole “world” around the album -Harajuku girls, the bright colorful quirky presentation that was supposed to represent her creative imagination. Following her lead you had people like Katy Perry, Gaga etc. Now you’ve got Taylor Swift who not only creates a whole universe and lore around her music but has a massive build up and tie ins. The thing is country music didn’t really lean into that so much before the streaming era. It always had “personas” or “characters” though that the artists leaned into for marketing purposes, think Johnny Cash man in black, Willie Nelson outlaw, etc. Think of Blake from 2005 on characterized as a hard drinking, flirty, bad boy with a romantic side. Blake played that up even on the Voice and it worked to sell his music. Now not only is he aging out of that persona, his personal life is vastly different so it doesn’t resonate. That’s why some of his recent Hardy, partying etc releases just didn’t hit. On top of all that, country music in the streaming era is starting to get into the more complex marketing like pop. (As much as it pains me to say it, ML’s WOTW did a good job-double album to get higher sales cert, different themes-verve/heart, etc). I’m just not sure if Blake is willing to put that much effort into it anymore, aside from the actual music itself.

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[witnesstheabsurd]

I'm vacationing in London, do you have recommendations for restaurants or clubs or shops or holes in the wall you like? Interested particularly in any alt fashion shops you might now.

Oh man! I can't speak to having an encyclopedic knowledge or anything, but I definitely have a few recs - I don't really do clubs, but I definitely hit up a lot of clothing spots etc.

Gong Nong Bing Vintage in Soho is a good place for odd finds like this one cool skirt I have now and like half my gold chain jewellery. It's not quite alt, but anywhere that stocks enormous amts of weird old 80s surplus and such is a good place to source stuff and the lady who runs it is super nice

The entirety of Camden Lock and the markets associated with it -- pretty much the center for alt fashion in London, the closest thing we have to Tokyo's Harajuku. The stalls are overflowing with weird shit, but don't skip out on the stores on the high street proper bc a lot of folks do and they've got a lot to offer

Good eats in London - I recommend this one taiwanese fried chicken place in Chinatown called Good Friend Chicken, and more specifically I recommend anything from them with their plum powder - you can ask for diff seasonings on everything you order from them, but the plum powder is the one you want imho. Vegan options there are slim depending on yr preference (I usually get the chicken gizzards myself) but their lotus root chips are extremely good as well

Chinatown in general has like scores of holes in the wall that do great bao buns and etc. There WAS a really good one named the Baozi Inn but they moved elsewhere.... While yr there pop into the Loon Fung supermarket and you can get some great import ingredients if you're game to do some home cooking or at the very least grab some import sodas - continuing the plum theming, the Arctic Ocean Plum Soda is real nice

I could go on but honestly you kind of can't go wrong just wandering Soho, it's my go to place for food/clothes/nice walks lol

[oldschoolvpq]

Sorry I couldn't do coverage of the WEGO event in Harajuku. I've been in a very, very deep Pokémon hole since Friday night.

1996 was just a good year for Japanese critter IPs, I guess.

Yes that's right, Tamagotchi and Pokémon came out the same year in Japan, with Pokémon making it to market first (February 26 vs November 23). This results in the occasional promotional merch that feature BOTH properties together, such as this sticker sheet included with Shogaku 3-nensei magazine's December 1997 issue.

Of course, with the Tamagotchi being much simpler to localize it got released in the US over a year before Pokémon (May 1, 1997 vs August 1998), so I encountered them in the opposite order. Actually, the first time I heard of Pokémon was in the heat of the first Tamagotchi craze, when the friend who taught me how to play the Tamagotchi N64 game told me to beware of "Pocket Monsters" she had read about that caused kids to have seizures in Japan. Of course, the very next year we were all completely obsessed with these very same Poc(k)eMon the very next school year, so...what can I say? (The banned Porygon episode that caused the incident is excellent, by the way.)

Anyway, 26 years later and here we are I guess!

(God I'm so glad I cleared the main storyline so I can finally get some sleep!)

#tamagotchi #pokemon #pokémon #90s nostalgia

[chaotic-on-main]

orchard and cinnamon gorgeous!!

hihi!! 💕 I missed you! one day I'll be back on my Tumblr bullshit and bother all of y'all but for now, I'll take what small doses I can get 😌

orchard - share one thing you'd like to happen this autumn

oooooh probably go to the farmers market and stop by the local bagel/cafe shop nearby. I haven't gone to it this year yet and I fear I might miss out since I'm so busy this October. We'll see! ☺️

cinnamon - if you had to live in a time period different than the present, which would you choose and where?

this one is hard! maybe Japan in the 90s! I was born in '97 so I missed out on a lot of earlier things. I think I'd really enjoy the harajuku style and even go all out! and the anime that started back then, I'd really enjoy it. I think things were simpler back then but who knows, I only have a small glimpse of what it was lol!

ask me autumnal asks! 🍂

#asked #answered #ask games #mars.moots

[konohamaru-sensei]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @foolishk. I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH.

hq au cuties.

The usual jingle sounded over the speakers in the train car and Hajime steadied his nervous hands by taking out his phone from his pocket as he left the car. It was about a ten minute walk from Tenno-Ji station to the studio in Harajuku, and he would suffer the entire way if he couldn’t keep his mind busy somehow.

In his bag the bottle of wine he had brought was clinging with every step. It had taken him ages to pick out, mostly because he didn’t know what Kaiya liked or if it even was appropriate to bring anything for the occasion. Sure, she had said that they could celebrate the final product they had worked on together, but maybe she had just meant it metaphorically.

Unfortunately for him, his phone screen didn’t show anything that he hadn’t already seen when he woke up. There were about twenty messages of support from Tooru, mostly emojis. It was about 2 a.m in Buenos Aires right now, but that didn’t seem to deter his best friend from texting. 

Hajime already regretted that he had talked to Tooru about this in the first place, given his track record with lovers, he probably wasn’t the best guy to chat up about advice. But he hadn’t wanted to go to anyone else with this specific matter that made him so very insecure.

Still, he couldn’t help himself. He opened the LINE-chat with Tooru and looked at the last batch of the spam he had sent overnight. “Tell me everything when you are done ^_^ “ and “I will stay up and wait for your report ><” and “Of course she likes you too, who wouldn`t?!!” 

Yeah well, Hajime thought in a reply he would never send, Tooru hadn’t liked him, no matter how long they had stayed by each other’s side. Not that this mattered now, their friendship was still solid and with Tooru time zones away in Argentina, Hajime at least had the opportunity to move on to someone new.

He found the studio in a backstreet of the busy clothing streets of Harajuku, the outside sign was as colourful and weird as it had been the first time he had come here. It felt ages ago by now, though it was only about half a year, when he first stood here and stared at the entryway of this old 60ies style building. Hajime didn’t know then who that person was he was about to meet and frankly, he had only limited interest in that project the marketing department had thrown together and involved him in. All he knew was that the artist’s name was Uchiha Kaiya and that this was her colourful but weird studio.

“We will make it a contest,” the marketing lady Yamagata-san had said with the widest grin she could muster without looking like a mannequin. “Several artists can submit concepts for an advertising campaign involving our national volleyball team. The winning artist will be then contracted to design the full campaign and we will distribute it nationally.”

 Hajime had nodded, but wondered why he was being told this. “Sounds solid.” Surely, there was a catch, otherwise they weren’t telling him about this.

“We thought you might be the advisor to the winner.” Ah, he thought, there was the catch. Yamagata-san read his face. “Not all the time, of course, Iwaizumi-san, just at the beginning. Once the campaign is sort of set, we from marketing can take over. It’s just important that all the players are well represented and nobody knows them better than you.”  

As much as he might have wanted to, there was no arguing with this point. And, since his players were currently mostly engaged in their own clubs all over the world, he couldn’t even excuse himself from the responsibility by saying he had training to attend to. 

So he found himself staring at the oddly coloured sign of the contest’s winner, Uchiha Kaiya, who had a degree from prestigious Tokyo University, but had not done any bigger projects after that. Not that Hajime blamed her for that; making money with art was notoriously hard.

His first impression of the young woman that appeared in front of him was that she looked cute, but Kaiya was much more than just a pretty face. Not only was she clearly talented at her work, she was also passionate and cooperative, smart and funny and above all, she loved the sport of Volleyball, though she had barely played it herself when she was younger.

By the time the three sessions that he had been obliged to tag along had passed, Hajime found himself going back anyways, no matter how often Yamagata-san told him he didn’t need to. He faked interest in the campaign, used an excuse or two to say that it was just for the sake of his players portrayal, but in reality he just went back to see Kaiya again.

Turned out, she had grown up in Tokyo and had never left the city. “I can’t really see myself in the countryside,” she had said and smiled. “But I’m sure it can be nice.”

“I certainly miss going everywhere by bike,” he had replied. “I know I could technically do that here in Tokyo too, but it seems so very dangerous. Also, the noise here is something one needs to get used to.” She laughed at his remark and he felt like he had done something right. 

Kaiya told him how she used to sneak into the Volleyball practice of her high school team to observe the boys playing, sometimes the girl team too, but mostly the boys. Hajime, as main scout and head coach of Japan’s national team, had obviously heard about Nekoma High school and their premier boys team, though he had never personally played against them in their prime. 

“Ask  her out,” Tooru had said right away when Hajime had mentioned Kaiya the first time. 

Back then he had replied a lazy: “It’s not like that” even though it maybe was exactly like that.

Eventually though, when the design for the posters and the train banners were slowly nearing its completion and Hajime was often just sitting with Kaiya for hours talking about everything but the campaign, he had to allow himself to admit that he might have a little crush again. THen it took him another week or so to fight his own insecurity. Just because he had a crush that led nowhere in his teenage years, didn’t mean this one needed to lead nowhere too. 

He just needed to follow Tooru’s advice and ask her out. “I will see her on Sunday morning for the last time to clear up the very last questions,” he had told his old friend. “I will ask her out then.”

 “You can do it, Iwa-chan,” Tooru had sung over the phone line. “I will send you support when the time comes.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Hajime had assured, but of course Tooru did whatever Tooru wanted and sent 20 texts anyway.

He took three steps at a time to make it up to the studio entrance door, which once again had the wildly coloured sign of her name next to it. If all went well he would probably return to this place another time after he left it today, but if not… No, he wasn’t even going to think about that, it would just make him nervous again.

At first he didn’t see her at all when he entered her studio, but then he spotted her legs crossed behind a big canvas. “Iwaizumi-san” Kaiya said with a smile when she noticed him. “Nice to see you!” There was a bit of red paint on her nose and Hajime actively suppressed the urge to wipe it away from her.

“I see you are working hard,” he smiled, avoiding as always to address her by her name. He had somehow gotten used to calling her Kaiya in his mind, though she had never offered her first name to him. It was too embarrassing to admit that he already felt so familiar with her, that he wasn’t using her last name as she was using for him, so he just avoided using a name in general.

She was painting a giant canvas of a sunrise and when he looked over it with awe, she explained: “Client wants it for their living room, but I’m not happy with it yet, I think I will start over.”

“I think it looks phenomenal,” he said and meant it.

 His compliment made her laugh a little shyly. She put the brush down and stretched a little, then she said: “Should we look at the final product one last time?” He nodded and offered his hand to help her get up from the floor. 

Not that there was anything new to look at really, they had gone over the design so many times that there was nothing to discuss. Still, Hajime had come round every week to “see if there were any changes”, just to have an excuse to see Kaiya again. He had wondered why she hadn’t pointed out this fact a long time ago and secretly hoped that maybe, maybe, she had also scheduled more meetings with him, because she liked hanging out.

They walked over to the posters on a big pile on her work desk. With the Olympics over it was never a bad idea to keep interest in your sport high, especially in a country like Japan so dominated by Football and Softball, so they had decided to make the ad campaign very flashy. Several players were on each poster and when Hajme had to think back at the struggle it was to get all of them for individual photo sessions and on top of that, for each of them to look good, he almost got a headache.

“I wish we had gotten a picture of him where he doesn’t frown,” Hajime said for what felt like the third time, picking up one of the posters that showed Wakatoshi and his ever so stern stare into the camera. “But every picture with him smiling somehow ended up scarier.”

Kaiya took the poster out of his hand and looked at it thoroughly again, as if she hadn’t looked at it about a hundred times before. “I tried to make the lighting different so he looks a little more friendly,” she explained something she had said before. “Unfortunately it seems like a lost cause. Ushijima-san looks best when he just looks relaxed.”

“If that is what you can call “relaxed”, then yes,” he laughed. 

“Is there anything else that you notice?” She asked and put the poster down. “You better not, because I don’t want to start over now.” She laughed, but he knew she was being serious. Last time, after all, he had told her that it was exactly right the way it was.

He lifted his hands in defence: “I don’t-  I don’t have anything, I swear. I just thought we could celebrate the successful work together.” He pointed at his bag. “I brought some wine, mostly because I couldn’t decide what champagne to buy..” And also, though he couldn’t say that out loud, because he felt like champagne was much too fancy and felt like he was asking her for marriage, when he was just trying to ask her out.

She watched him take the bottle out. “I don’t think I have glasses for that…” she said and put a finger to her cheek. “I don’t think I have any glasses here.”

“Damn,” Hajime let out. “I totally forgot that is necessary.”

“We could always just go into town and have something there,” Kaiya put her head to the side. “It is lunch time soon anyway.”

He almost dropped the bottle he had been holding. The entire week he’d been at the end of his nerves for this day, planning to ask her out for dinner or a movie or karaoke or anything she liked doing, and here she was, just casually inviting him out for lunch, ruining his plan completely.

Well, even if they went out for lunch he would have to ask her to see her again after that, so he guessed not everything was ruined.

“Sure, if you feel like it.” He smiled. “My treat.”

Kaiya lightly moved over her nose. “Huh?” she made and then looked at her finger and blushed instantly. “D-did I have paint on my face the entire time?”

Her embarrassment was so cute that he bit his lower lip not to let out a big, long drawn “awww”. Instead he rather felt like sparing her. “I didn’t even notice,” he lied.

She looked at him as if she knew he was lying, but quickly wiped the paint off her face behind a flat hand so he couldn’t see.

“You can lead the way, then,” he said, walking to the door to open it to her and when she moved past him his heart skipped a beat.

On the way down the stairs he quickly typed into his phone: Go to sleep. But then added a quick: :) 

#pretty boys doing sports #im sorry that the end is so unsatisfiyng but i ran out of steam #asdhalks hope you like it anyway #fic tag

[citronsucre]

retournement de veste !

     All the kpop idols being invited to fashion events and becoming houses ambassadors made me think about how fashion luxury houses are so fast to turn around and try to seduce a public they used to turn their backs to. In fact, these companies have always wanted to dissociate themselves with certain groups and figures. The Kardashians are a great example of this phenomenon, luxury houses didn’t really want anything to do with them until Balmain’s creative director Olivier Rousteing took an interest in the family.

   In France, owning luxury items is popular in urban areas leading to a love and hate relationship between fashion houses and these populations that don’t fit the image of said houses. The derogatory, racist and classist term “Lacoste TN” designate young black and north African men living in urban areas dressing in Lacoste tracksuits with AirMax TN sneakers. The term is widely known and shows the popularity of this style mixing streetwear and luxury. Unfortunately for these houses, this is not the lifestyle and outdoor activities they are trying to promote :(  The luxury tennis outfit oriented brand Lacoste especially, whose popularity in the suburbs is incredible, has been vocal about not wanting to associate with this group. Eventually, with them playing quite a large part in Lacoste’s sales in France, the house ended collaborating with french rapper Moha La Squale. 

   France is not the first country encountering this behavior. Actually, the popularization of streetwear, monogram, sneakers and chunky jewelry in luxury is due to the African American community in neighborhoods of New York and Hip Hop music. Dapper Dan was an amazing designer from Harlem, is influence on black music and the style associated with it is huge. His work at first consisted of creating knock-offs of luxury items and playing around with logos. That is how the monogram print was popularized. Luxury houses which excluded black people, did not want to be associated with them or their music, called their style tacky, ghetto or ratchet started reappropriating these creations and selling them to white rich people in the suburbs. 

   When European luxury houses first made their first steps into Asia, whiteness and the Parisian style was the goal. Boarding school uniform inspired preppy was in vogue in Japan starting from the 1960′s. I have always found it odd how 30 years later, with the rise of Harajuku fashion and the popularity of streetstyle photography magazine FRUiTS, these brands never tried to collaborate or work with young Japanese artists. It was maybe too tacky for them, too out of pocket or too “street” since it seems like it is a global problem. So it is funny now to see how Heavn by Marc Jacobs collaborated with FRUiTS Magazine’s photographer Shoichi Aoki and tried to mimic an aesthetic by watering down alternative asian fashion culture and manufacturing it to sell it to the mass while the whole purpose of the movement was to protest against social norms by being unique and creating unique in the world pieces mixing traditional and modern clothing. I am not trying to say i hate the brand, I actually liked it at first, I am juste a girl in my twenties who likes asian fashion so of course I liked it. But when thinking about it, nothing new has been created, everything they sell is already available on the market. It just caters down to mass consumerism and the “weird girl aesthetic” that for some reason makes me think of the manic pixie dream girl except it is fashion. 

   Now with the influence of Korean culture you know they had to ! Houses will go out of their way to have at least one Korean celebrity sit at their show, idols being the golden ticket. Even if this is not new and even if I am glad artists get this opportunity, I find it sad and sometimes reducing to invite pretty faces instead of actually working with them on interesting projects, especially since South Korea is a buzzing spot for emerging designers and small artists. It is like non white people have two options: be excluded or be a totem. 

(if you want to know more about Heavn i suggest you watch this video ! it is really interesting and i agree with everything being said)

#citron sucre #high fashion #fashion industry

[manikax]

TASK 001: HOME

✳  🎀  𝑀𝒶𝒿𝒶'𝓈 𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉  🎀  ✳

Maja Lim has resided in the same Seoul apartment for over two decades. In direct contrast to the univocally beautiful Lim, the exterior of the complex is unremarkable in almost every way. The innocuous tan building, built in the 1990s and located in the lively Jongno-gu district among antique markets and art studios, does not reflect the playful nature of the surrounding neighborhood.

A different story is told inside Lim's tenth-floor apartment. At first, it can be challenging to tell the difference between her sun-kissed living room and a pastel paradise. Lim, of course, is one of South Korea's most popular streamers, but a quick glance at her Insadong residence reveals that she could've easily worked as an interior designer for kawaii cafes in Harajuku, Tokyo; she has an eye for all things cute and pink. 

A common thread in Lim's home is a blending of soft and sweet with bite and edge, which she's applied to her career as an online personality. Lim is a collector and a maximalist, and there’s seldom an empty wall or corner. A travel souvenir (a Greek coin that has been out of circulation since the 1980s) here, a trinket (a waving sakura lucky cat from Japan) there; a photograph in a wavy handmade frame (designed by a local Insadong artist), a Sanrio plushie. Or two. Or Three. In fact, there are an inordinate amount of plushies in the Lim household. “It’s a bit of a self-soothing mechanism,” Lim admits with a laugh. “When I’m in a sour mood, I buy a plushie. Or go shopping.”

Despite the maximalism of Lim's apartment, it never feels congested... until you reach the closet. She has done her best to accommodate her vast wardrobe, attempting to keep it enclosed to the bedroom, but it has nonetheless splashed out into the rest of her apartment. A metal clothing wrack in the living room holds a few notable items (most of which are pink), but the garments themselves are exquisite enough to function as an art piece.

When asked what clothing she chooses to hang on the living room rack, Lim says, "I want to say it’s whatever I'm wearing most, but the truth is it's usually what I want to dress my friends in. I love having my girl friends over and dressing them up. I'm really into sleepovers. Painting each other's nails, doing each each other's hair, that sort of thing. It makes me feel like I'm finally getting to experience the girlhood — the teenhood — I never had.”

Lim's house has an air of permanence, of established roots, but she admits that she wasn't always a settler. She had never committed to creating a personal space for herself until she moved to Seoul. As her career blossomed and popularity grew, she considered relocating to a larger apartment in a more affluent neighborhood. “I’ll never follow through," she says. “I have a very personal relationship with this place. This neighborhood. I know all the staff at the local businesses and they know me. I feel very...” she pauses, searching for the appropriate word, “held here. It’s a nice community.”

It would be difficult to discuss Lim without mentioning her streaming setup. She does not, contrary to popular belief, have a separate room for gaming. A corner of Lim's bedroom is taken up by her desk, which is outfitted with multiple monitors, neon lights, and numerous trinkets from her favorite gaming franchises. "[Now that I'm famous], people assume I have a crazy complicated setup. That I must stream from a converted home office or a corporate warehouse. Manika Incorporated!" She laughs. "But, no, everything is still very homegrown, and I have no intention of changing anytime soon." As the adage goes: don’t fix what ain’t broke. 

The Filipina streamer hails from Manila, and those with a keen eye will notice design references to her motherland. A large Pamaypay hangs above the bar area, a wooden Karabow guards a bowl of keys in the foyer, and many antique pieces are paneled in stunning white capiz, a natural material abundant in the Philippines.

“My apartment is an extension of myself,” says Lim. “It’s everything that I am, everything that I was, and likely everything I’m going to be in the future. It’s all right here.” 

#i tried to style this like an architectural digest article lol #character development #isltask #isl task 001

[tokyo-fashion]

19-yr-old Japanese fashion brand staffer and Tokyo street style personality Mapi on the street in Harajuku tonight. He's wearing a bright pink flea market blazer, vintage top, vintage skirt, vintage bag, Pays Des Fees accessories & vintage shoes. Mapi on Instagram

#vintage fashion #Japanese Fashion #Japanese Streetwear #Tokyo #Harajuku

[socialdegenerate]

Fanfic: Bite Down, Brethren, and You’ll Believe

This is entirely inspired by that picture I posted last night from the stageplay of Dimitri looming over Mist (who has a gun?), I wrote it in less than 24 hours because I just really love Eclipse doing a bunch of weird shit to everyone.

Visual Prison

Hyde Jayer/Dimitri Romanee/Mist Flaive (background Dimihyde, Sagamist)

NSFW (PWP)

6,392 words

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“Well, well, if it isn’t one of Saga’s new pets.”

Minding his own business as he walked down the Harajuku streets, Mist tried not to startle when a hand suddenly grabbed him a little too firmly on the shoulder, but there was only so much he could hold back. Whipping around, he’d only just managed to recognise the smirking face of Dimitri Romanee when another hand grabbed his other shoulder.

“How rude that Saga hasn’t taken the time to introduce us properly,” Hyde Jayer said, too close to Mist’s ear. Being hemmed in by two vampires who were older, stronger and more famous than him made Mist want to shy away the way he’d used to do when faced with anyone too flashy as a human, but dammit he was part of Losteden. They didn’t fear anyone — it was the other way around, if anything.

“Can I help you?”

“We want to get to know you better,” Dimitri said, his fingers brushing against Mist’s throat.

Getting hit on so blatantly was something Mist had needed to get used to once Losteden had started becoming more popular, but none of their fans gave off the same overwhelmingly erotic aura that Mist felt as the two Eclipse members loomed over him on either side. And he had to admit that they were both supernaturally gorgeous, and he would be interested, but-

He couldn’t.

“I’ve never made a secret of the fact that I belong to someone else. If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going-”

“We’re well aware of that,” Hyde interrupted. “Why else do you think we’re here?”

“...Pardon?”

Dimitri laughed, his fingers dipping underneath the high neck of Mist’s shirt. “Live long enough and almost everything becomes boring eventually, but fucking with Saga is one hobby that we haven’t grown tired of yet.”

Pulling away from the pair with surprisingly minimal effort, Mist whirled around on them and crossed his arms. “I won’t let you disrespect Saga like that.”

“Our little Saga disrespects himself — and you — without us ever getting involved. But if you’re happy to maintain the status quo then you’re free to go and we’ll speak no more of it.” Hyde seemed utterly disinterested in the conversation now, picking a tiny piece of lint from his jacket and frowning at it, but Dimitri took the chance to crowd Mist in again.

“You forget how long we’ve known Saga. He’s got a terrible habit of chasing what he wants but retreating as soon as he gets it. I’m sure you’re well aware that he sometimes needs to be given no choice but to finally act.”

Mist thought of the determination he’d felt that night as he stood on the edge of the building, asking Saga to either turn him or let him die. He knew without question that Saga would never have turned him if Mist hadn’t forced his hand by deciding to die on his own terms, and admittedly it was more than a little frustrating that Saga had then immediately pulled away from him again. Giving Saga another push would likely force him to break the distance between them, and the thought of these two astoundingly gorgeous vampires trying to sleep with him was one of the hottest things that Mist had ever experienced.

But somehow he got the idea that Eclipse hadn’t approached him with his own happiness in mind.

“So you expect me to believe that you’re doing this to help me?”

“Absolutely not,” Hyde said immediately. “We’re doing this because we’re bored, and vampirism looks very good on you. The fact that Saga might finally accept your devotion if he realises that someone else might steal you away is just a side effect.”

Mist had always been a businessman at heart. He’d amassed a literal fortune by being able to read markets across the world and accurately predict the way businesses would move, and that meant he’d become very good at quickly assessing the risks and benefits of opportunities that fell into his lap.

The major risk of going with Eclipse was, of course, that it would make Saga too mad. He didn’t always have the most logical reactions to things, and he was certainly good at holding grudges.

The benefits were that maybe this would be the push that Saga always seemed to need to make decisions, sex, and maybe the opportunity for Mist to coax some information out of Eclipse about what they were planning for the next Visual Prison. 

…It truly was an opportunity that Mist couldn’t have turned down even if he’d wanted to.

“I suppose I’m amenable,” Mist said after a moment, Hyde looking completely unsurprised and Dimitri breaking out in a hungry grin.

“You’ll be more than amenable when we’re through with you,” Dimitri declared, and he stepped up to place a guiding hand on Mist’s lower back. Hyde hooked his arm around Mist’s on the other side, and the pair of them walked him over to the kerb. As if like clockwork, a gleaming limo pulled up beside them and an older-looking man appeared from the driver’s seat to open the door for them.

The timing was so perfect that Mist suspected that Eclipse had planned for his reactions. It made him feel a little foolish, but it was hard to dwell on that when he was being ushered into the backseat of a car between two vampires who were actively trying to sleep with him.

Surprisingly, though, Eclipse kept their hands to themselves all throughout the drive up to an expensive-looking building, Mist pleasantly shocked to learn that Hyde was more than willing to discuss the state of foreign stock exchanges with him. The other members of Losteden didn’t particularly care where their money came from, just that it was there when they wanted it; so it was actually quite nice to have a discussion without feeling like he was boring his conversation partner.

After the limo slipped into the car park underneath Eclipse’s building and the driver got out to open the door again, Mist was utterly unsurprised to note that the driver pressed the lift button for the penthouse. He was, however, surprised to note that the driver opened the door to the penthouse and immediately set about preparing drinks for the three of them. He would have expected that Eclipse had an entire team of helpers on their books; but then, perhaps even they exercised a little discretion when they were off the stage.

“Do you require anything else?” The driver-slash-butler asked when he returned holding a tray with three champagne flutes balanced on top. 

“No thank you, David,” Hyde said as he took a glass, Dimitri grabbing the other two and handing one to Mist. “You may leave for the rest of the evening.”

Bowing low, David disappeared from the room and Mist was suddenly very aware of the situation he’d gotten himself into. Hyde was coaxing him towards the expensive-looking couch in the middle of the room, while Dimitri had set his champagne on the coffee table to remove his jacket.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Hyde said as he gestured to the couch, Mist sitting and looking up just in time to see Dimitri standing in front of him, shirtless with his hands on his belt.

“Not you,” Hyde snapped, and Dimitri groaned as he dropped onto the couch next to Mist with his pants thankfully still in place. “You’ll have to excuse his boorishness, he was raised wrong.”

“...I take it that you’ve known each other for some time, then?”

“We got married in 1792,” Dimitri said as he reached for his glass again, and Mist genuinely couldn’t tell if he was joking.

“‘93,” Hyde corrected while he sat on Mist’s other side, and then he added, “for the first time, at least.”

Mist desperately wanted to press that topic further, but he kept getting distracted by just how old these two were. Everyone in Losteden knew that it was bad to ever imply that Beth was any older than the rest of them, so having these two be so open about the amount of years they’d been together was going to send Mist into an existential crisis about what he had in front of him.

If Saga ever let Mist stay a few polite steps behind him for that long, he would probably expire from pure happiness.

Dimitri’s thigh pressed up right along Mist’s, his arm casually slinging along the back of the couch behind Mist. From the corner of his eye Mist could see Dimitri’s bare torso, all flawless skin and lean muscle, and for the first time since he’d been bailed up in the street real arousal began to build in his gut.

Mist took a sip from his champagne in order to give himself something to do that wasn’t thinking about coming on Dimitri’s abdominals, and he glanced to the other side to see Hyde watching him with open amusement. He didn’t think that mindreading was a power that vampires could develop with age, but the resources he’d dug up while figuring out what the mysterious man he’d met online actually was hadn’t exactly been comprehensive. Or perhaps Hyde was simply used to people having that reaction to Dimitri.

Not that Hyde was any less attractive, of course, and Mist wasn’t sure how much longer he could politely sit on the couch and make small talk.

The mindreading thing was looking more likely, Mist managed to briefly think when Hyde plucked the glass from his hand and leaned in to kiss him. Mist was, admittedly, less practised than he would have liked to be; but Hyde seemed more than willing to guide him, his tongue coaxing Mist’s lips open to deepen the kiss.

The sheer want in Hyde’s kiss made him shiver and it was a disappointment when Hyde finally pulled back, but Mist couldn’t dwell on that when a hand grabbed his chin to turn his head back the other way. 

“He’s good at that, isn’t he?” Dimitri asked, his thumb tracing along Mist’s bottom lip. “I’m better.”

Where Hyde’s kiss was a light but insistent guiding, Dimitri’s was overwhelming in every possible sense. Mist was forced back into Hyde as Dimitri practically tried to devour him, his fangs catching Mist’s lip and forcing him to groan breathlessly into the kiss. Things only got more overwhelming when someone — Mist couldn’t even comprehend who — cupped his growing cock over his pants, the teasing pressure enough to make it difficult to focus on clear thoughts.

“Saga surely has to know what he’s missing out on,” Hyde murmured into Mist’s ear a moment before he began pressing kisses along Mist’s jawline. “You’re beautiful like this.”

The hand that Dimitri had slung along the back of the couch was now in Mist’s hair, keeping him close while his other hand shoved Mist’s cardigan and suspenders off his shoulders. At a complete loss of what to do with his own hands, Mist reached for the closest thing to anchor himself on and realised a little too late that he was now groping Dimitri’s upper thigh.

Not that he could really complain about that, considering the way both members of Eclipse seemed to be systematically making him lose his mind, but it felt awfully forward.

And then Dimitri’s hand was untucking his turtleneck and shoving underneath to splay across Mist’s bare stomach, and Mist remembered that forward was the direction he wanted to go in as soon as possible.

“Dimitri,” Hyde said, and Mist instinctively tried to chase Dimitri as he pulled away, which was not only mortifying but made Dimitri laugh softly.

“Patience, darling,” Dimitri said before turning his attention to Hyde. “Yes?”

“Shall we?”

With the practised air of two men who worked together with effortless rhythm and had clearly done this more than once, Dimitri and Hyde rose up from the couch with their movements almost perfectly synchronised, each holding one hand out towards Mist. 

It was obvious that they were going to make him take the next step, instead of letting him continue to be carried along by the pace Eclipse had been setting so far; but if they thought he was having second thoughts, then they couldn’t have been more wrong.

Placing a hand in each of the ones being offered to him, Mist let himself be led out from the couch and further into the spacious penthouse. While Losteden also had a luxurious penthouse, there were twice as many of them living there and the place tended to be cluttered up with Jack and Beth’s belongings, while Eclipse’s penthouse was impeccably decorated and gave the impression of being utterly palatial. 

“Should we…?” Dimitri asked as he let go of Mist and paused in front of a closed door, tapping a knuckle against the wood. Mist assumed it was a bathroom or something of the like; perhaps they’d want him to clean up before they fell into bed.

“Hm,” Hyde said, stepping back to look Mist up and down with a critical eye. “I don’t think you’re quite ready for what we keep beyond there, but there’s always next time. The bedroom will suffice for tonight.”

It wasn’t a bathroom, Mist quickly realised. He’d always assumed that Eclipse’s lyrics featured a certain degree of pure fantasy, but their songs were apparently closer to their reality than Mist had thought.

The thought made Mist’s cock throb, but he didn’t feel ready to really learn the depths of Eclipse’s desires. 

“Fair,” Dimitri said, his hand going to the small of Mist’s back again to continue leading him down the hallway. “You won’t have any complaints either way, darling.”

The bedroom was exactly as luxurious as Mist would have expected, a huge bed the clear centrepiece of the room. Dimitri and Hyde were hardly small, considering that they could both loom over Mist, but even then the sheer size of the bed seemed like overkill.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” Dimitri said, breaking Mist’s train of thought. He’d apparently lost his cardigan when he’d gotten up from the couch, and with his suspenders already hanging down from his waist it was easy for two sets of hands to strip him of his turtleneck and bolo tie. His glasses were the next to go, Dimitri and Hyde obviously aware that vampirism had cured his poor eyesight along with everything else and he continued wearing them out of force of habit alone.

Standing shirtless in front of Dimitri with Hyde behind him, Mist couldn’t help but feel a little inadequate. His body was no longer the dying husk it once had been, but apparently even vampirism couldn’t give him the kind of definition that Dimitri flaunted so casually. 

He couldn’t fall too far into those thoughts, though; not when Hyde was pressing up against his back and running his fangs down Mist’s bare neck. “You have a beautiful body.”

“Another gift from Saga,” Mist said, and Dimitri snorted.

“We’ll be sure to send him a thank you note after we try it out, then.”

“...I don’t know if I can recommend that.”

“Like we said,” Hyde interjected, his hands sliding around Mist’s waist to rest on the front of his trousers, “fucking with him is somewhat of a hobby.”

If Mist had anything to say about that, it was lost when Hyde opened his pants and pushed them down alongside his underwear. There was no more hiding just how hard he was, and to distract himself from that thought Mist reached down to undo Dimitri’s belt. 

Dimitri obviously took that as an invitation, letting his pants fall to the floor and stepping right forward to press the length of his naked body against Mist’s. Mist tilted his chin up to seek another kiss but Dimitri passed right over him, leaning forward to kiss Hyde over Mist’s shoulder instead. One of his hands wrapped around Mist’s back to hold him close and Mist could feel the way Dimitri was getting harder against his leg.

If Mist hadn’t already been all the way there himself, the little sounds of pleasure the other pair made as they kissed would have gotten him there with no effort at all. They were so clearly used to working in sync that they almost seemed like they shared one soul, and Mist almost felt honoured to be able to witness it.

And then they pulled apart, shared a pointed look, and four impossibly strong hands lifted Mist off his feet and pushed him onto the bed with no exertion whatsoever.

“You’re far too dressed,” Dimitri told Hyde. “Can we have a show?”

“Absolutely not,” Hyde said, unfastening his blazer. “Go and make yourself useful.”

Mist barely had time to comprehend that before Dimitri was on top of him, one knee planted between his thighs and leaning over him to take another overwhelming kiss. Mist’s hips jolted up with pleasure, rubbing his cock against Dimitri’s strong thigh, and he couldn’t help but do it again.

“Good,” Dimitri purred between kisses, pressing himself more firmly against Mist. “Let yourself feel the pleasure.”

Dimitri’s presence was so overbearing that Mist almost forgot Hyde was there; but that only lasted as long as it took for Dimitri to pull back and be immediately replaced by another one of Hyde’s less demanding but equally intoxicating kisses. Dimitri didn’t remove his leg, though, and Mist had to wonder just how embarrassing it would be if he rubbed himself off on Dimitri’s thigh — and if he even cared.

He had one hand clutching at Dimitri’s shoulder and the other running down Hyde’s bare side, the pair of them alternating between kissing Mist’s lips and leaving teasingly soft bites down his neck and chest. Mist couldn’t get so much as a moment’s reprieve between them and he couldn’t quite think hard enough to care about that.

“What would you like?” Hyde eventually asked, having to wait until Dimitri let Mist have his mouth back for an answer.

As horny as he was, there was no way that Mist could say anything but the truth. “I want to be between you.”

Dimitri and Hyde looked at each other and Mist got the feeling that they were silently communicating. Again, he was reasonably sure that wasn’t a vampire power, but it certainly wasn’t something he could confirm either way. Dimitri tilted his head and Hyde raised his eyebrows, and then the pair moved together with Hyde settling back against the pillows and Dimitri manhandling Mist until he was kneeling between Hyde’s legs. Pressing his chest against Mist’s back, Dimitri reached over him and took Hyde’s cock in a loose grip. “Do you want to taste him?”

As if in a trance, Mist leaned forward and let Dimitri feed him Hyde’s cock. He was more than a little concerned about his fangs, but the way Hyde was petting his hair soothed that anxiety somewhat. 

And, apparently, no longer being required to breathe had done wonders for his gag reflex.

Having Hyde’s cock filling his throat and Dimitri’s pressed against his ass was probably the second most erotic thing Mist had ever experienced — the first, of course, being the combination of free-falling adrenaline and being held close and bitten by Saga. 

“You can take more,” Dimitri murmured, moving his hand to allow Mist to take Hyde’s cock right down to the base. He ran his fingers from Mist’s chin down the length of his throat, and Mist let out a muffled noise that would have been a groan had his mouth not been busy. “Very good, just like that.”

Dimitri finally pulled away and Mist took the opportunity to try looking up to see what Hyde’s expression was like. He wanted to make Hyde feel good more than almost anything else, but he knew there was no way that he could do as good of a job as he was sure Dimitri could have. He hadn’t been married to Hyde since the eighteenth century, after all.

As focused as he was on servicing Hyde’s cock, Mist choked when slick fingers suddenly ran across his asshole. 

“You’re sensitive,” Dimitri pointed out somewhat unnecessarily, but even that made Mist press back against him. “Let’s see just how sensitive.”

Two fingers slipped inside Mist, wet with lube and very obviously searching for his prostate. He let out another muffled groan when Dimitri found it, which only made Dimitri laugh and focus on teasing the gland until Mist was dripping with precome and barely managing to suck Hyde off with any degree of coordination. 

“Could you come like this?” Dimitri asked, but when faced with the choice of answering and keeping Hyde’s cock in his mouth, the latter won out without a struggle.

“If you’re going to ignore me,” Dimitri followed up, removing his fingers from Mist’s ass to his utter disappointment, “then I will have to make you pay attention.”

Mist had realised in the abstract how big Dimitri’s cock was when he’d seen it, but it felt positively gigantic as Dimitri insistently pushed inside him. If he’d been a human, he might have fallen apart; but as a vampire all he could feel was an overwhelming rush of pleasure as Hyde pushed his hips forward to match Dimitri as well.

“They always react so nicely when you spread them open,” Hyde said, taking hold of Mist’s hair and coaxing him to pull back until just the head of Hyde’s cock was on his tongue. “Almost as nicely as you do when I fuck you.”

“I hope you appreciate how rare getting this many compliments from Hyde is, darling,” Dimitri said, his hands closing around Mist’s hips. “Saga is a fool for passing you up.”

Mist should have guessed that Eclipse’s perfectly synchronised manner would extend even to this, but the simultaneous pleasure of having Hyde push deep inside his throat and Dimitri push deep inside his ass set his whole body alight with pleasure. They barely made it more than a few thrusts before Mist was gasping and shaking his way through the first hands-free orgasm he’d ever experienced, the mental element of being filled from both ends helping the physical sensations of being stretched open to the limit with Dimitri’s cock pounding over his prostate.

“I knew you could do it,” Dimitri said, pressing a series of light kisses to the back of Mist’s shoulder. “Now sit back and enjoy the ride.”

Perhaps it was overstimulating to have the two vampires continuing to fuck him so soon after he’d come, but the slight discomfort only made his orgasm-soaked pleasure that much more more intense. Dimitri continued to tell him he was good, and beautiful, and taking them so well, while Hyde continued matching every one of Dimitri’s thrusts with his own.

All Mist could do was try to keep up with them, his cock being forced back to hardness from Dimitri’s repeated assault on his prostate. Their stamina was clearly much better than his own, and if he’d been human Mist would have long since been reduced to a sweaty, ragged mess of a fucktoy at the hands of Eclipse.

Even as a vampire, he felt like he was awfully close to that point anyway.

He’d almost entirely lost himself to pleasure for a second time when Hyde suddenly broke the perfect rhythm, one hand using his grip on Mist’s hair to lift him off entirely and the other stroking his cock with clear purpose. 

“Mouth open,” Hyde demanded, and all Mist could do was obey. Bitter come splashed into his mouth, some landing on his lips and chin, but as he went to swallow two fingers hooked over his lower teeth and forced his mouth to stay open.

“Don’t swallow. Dimitri?” Hyde then said. There was a laugh from behind Mist right before he was suddenly lifted up, Dimitri pulling them both until they were kneeling upright, Dimitri’s cock still buried deep in Mist’s ass. In fact, the new angle somehow forced Dimtiri’s cock even further inside of him, and he was almost going to choke on the come beginning to slide down his throat.

Hyde pushed Mist’s face to the side, Dimitri meeting him there and running his tongue over the come on Mist’s chin, then his lips, then into his mouth. If Mist had thought his kisses were intense earlier, they had nothing on the way he kissed Mist then and there, his tongue seeking out as much of Hyde’s come as he could possibly get. All the while, he was still thrusting his hips into Mist, and Mist had no idea how he was ever going to come back down from this moment.

“Come,” Hyde said suddenly, and for a moment Mist thought that Hyde was speaking to him; but then Dimitri groaned and held him tight, his hips shoving up into Mist and holding there as Mist felt come flooding inside of him. He was so close to coming for a second time, but both Dimitri and Hyde had pulled out of him and he felt so unbearably empty. 

He was utterly boneless as Dimitri lay him down on the bed, Hyde settling in between his legs and sliding both hands under his ass to push his hips up. The feeling of a tongue on his fucked-open asshole made him inhale sharply, and he forgot how to think entirely when Dimitri’s big hand began stroking his cock.

The only thing that existed was pleasure, and Mist was utterly at Eclipse’s mercy.

“F-fuck,” Mist managed, his body not really listening to his attempts to rock his hips up. The obscene wet noises coming from Hyde eating Dimitri’s come out of his ass were unlike anything he had ever heard, and he wasn’t going to be able to hold on for much longer.

It was another kiss from Dimitri that did it in the end, sharp teeth catching his lip and providing enough of a counter to the mounting pleasure that sent the whole lot over the edge. There was no way he could have held back, his spine arching as he came for the second time that evening.

“Beautiful,” Dimitri said again, letting Mist’s cock go as Hyde finally pulled away. Looking far too elegant for a man who had just been licking the come out of Mist’s ass, Hyde daintily wiped a spot of stray come from the corner of his lips with his finger. 

Meanwhile, Mist was still trying to come to terms with the fact that it was over, and wondering if he’d ever get the feeling back in his legs.

“Have you been bitten since you were turned?” Dimitri asked as he pulled himself up into a half-seated position, relaxing luxuriously back into the pillows with his nudity on shameless display. Mist somehow managed to mirror him with a little more reserve, swallowing hard when Dimitri’s manicured index finger traced down his carotid artery. “It’s the perfect chaser for an orgasm or two.”

“Slut,” Hyde said fondly even as he traced the artery on the other side of Mist’s throat. “He is right, though…for once.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Mist admitted a little shamefully. Saga hadn’t touched him since he’d turned him, even as Mist occasionally found himself dreaming of the way he’d felt when he’d been bitten. He couldn’t even convince a vampire to bite him more than once: that hardly felt like it reflected well on him.

“Would you like to try it?” Hyde asked as he settled on Mist’s other side, and at this point Mist thought he’d more or less agree to anything else these two would like to do to him. He’d never felt more wanted in his life, even with the knowledge that he and Eclipse were both ultimately acting with their own interests in mind.

“Please,” Mist said, a little breathless.

“Good boy.”

Two sets of sharp teeth grazed either side of Mist’s throat and he gasped, eyes closing in anticipation of the same overwhelming pleasure-pain that he’d felt when Saga had bitten him the first — and only — time, but the climax never came. 

Instead, there came a sound like someone kicking open a door with inhuman strength, and while Dimitri and Hyde didn’t pull back from Mist’s throat, neither of them pushed any further forward either. 

“Right on time,” Hyde murmured, the sensation of his lips touching Mist’s throat as he spoke making Mist shiver. He might have just gotten off but if they were going to keep this up, he was going to have to push for yet another round.

(He still wasn’t entirely used to having a body that would let him do anything and everything he wanted, but it certainly came in handy at times). 

Someone’s hand settled low on Mist’s bare stomach, and someone else’s slipped teasingly across his inner thigh. As good as it felt, he got the idea that the whole scene was being carefully posed around him; and he was fairly sure he knew why, considering that his instincts had already told him who was about to bust into Dimitri and Hyde’s bedroom.

“What the fuck are you two doing,” Saga snarled as he practically flew into the room, red hot rage radiating around him. Mist felt a flash of fear followed by a flash of shame over his blatant nudity, but neither lasted very long knowing that Saga would have to go through Dimitri and Hyde to get to him, and that the naked bodies in the room outnumbered the clothed one.

“If you’re going to leave such a pretty pet to his own devices,” Hyde said, two fingers under Mist’s chin encouraging him to turn his face so that Hyde could give him a soft, fleeting kiss, “you can’t complain if someone else wants to play with him.”

“I’ll fucking kill you both.” Taking a menacing step forward, Saga froze when Mist finally found his own voice.

“Stop it.”

Even Dimitri and Hyde seemed vaguely surprised that Mist would speak up against Saga, but they were right: if Saga was going to be so insistent that he would never love Mist back AND refuse to ever lay another finger on him, he had no right to complain if Mist sated his needs elsewhere.

Saga, for his part, seemed so completely at a loss due to Mist snapping at him that his rampage looked to be slightly quelled— for now.

“I’ve done everything short of begging you to let me love you, so I believe you have no room to act like Dimitri and Hyde have taken something from you.” Mist felt like his crystallised heart was in his throat, especially with Saga staring him down so intensely, but he needed Saga to understand that even Mist wouldn’t stay in limbo forever waiting for him.

Dimitri laughed in his low, smooth voice. His hand slowly rubbed between Mist’s thighs, and the thrill that Mist felt when he saw Saga’s gaze drop down to follow the movement was definitely going to awaken something in him. “How you’ve managed to keep your hands off him, I’ll never know. But I’m sure you’re perfectly aware of just how much more we’d be willing to show him.”

Mist thought of the closed door that Hyde had told him he wasn’t ready to step through yet, and his cock was already beginning to get hard again under Dimitri’s teasing hand. Then he managed to scrape together a few more coherent thoughts, and realised what else Dimitri could have been hinting at. Had Saga- with these two-?

The mental image of Saga’s beautiful body between Dimitri and Hyde’s beautiful bodies made Mist’s breath catch, and his thoughts must have been written all over his face because Hyde’s nails scratched gently at his scalp as he leaned in again.

“Feel free to continue fantasising, but in sixty years we never once managed to lure him underneath us. Our little Saga has always been the one-man type.”

Saga growled, and Mist would have found that impossibly hot had he not been distracted by sudden bitterness.

“Guiltia,” he said flatly, the name tasting bad in his mouth. The man who held the one thing Mist wanted but had never been able to obtain: Saga’s obsession.

“Hm, I wonder,” Dimitri said, giving Mist’s crotch one last gentle squeeze and pulling his hand away. “That was definitely true back in the day, but my broken front door might say something a little different now.”

Saga’s eyes seemed to be glued to Mist’s hard cock, now without even Dimitri’s hand to hide it from view, and Mist knew that it had to be now or never. If he couldn’t convince Saga to take him when he was practically serving himself up on a platter, then he would try giving up for good. After all, it was still less reckless than throwing himself off a building, not knowing if the mysterious vampire he’d somehow caught the attention of would bother jumping after him.

“Saga,” Mist said, getting a grunt in return. “If you wouldn’t mind, these two have clearly begun something that I’d quite like them to finish — unless you’re willing to take responsibility.”

Saga opened his mouth and, in a very rare show of self-restraint, snapped it shut again. Indecision was clear on his face, but then he frowned and crossed his arms over his chest like the petulant child Mist knew he could be. “I already told you, I-”

“Won’t love you,” Dimitri and Hyde chimed in along with Saga, Dimitri shaking with laughter and jostling Mist as he went. Hyde murmured something under his breath that sounded an awful lot like ‘liar’, but Mist’s focus had reduced to just the foolish idiot of a vampire in front of him.

“You don’t have to love me,” Mist said, folding his hands in his lap when he vaguely managed to remember that he was having this conversation with a blatant erection that kept grabbing Saga’s gaze. “I want you to let me love you.”

“Sounds boring to me,” Dimitri said, letting out an annoyed hey when Hyde immediately reached over Mist to smack his bare chest. “I’m just saying, we’re more than willing to keep you company if you want to stay.”

“Come here,” Saga demanded with a filthy glare at Dimitri, and that was also apparently going to awaken something in Mist if the way he felt like he’d been punched in the gut was any indication. 

“We already did that,” Dimitri said in a bored voice, and Mist knew that Saga was about to actually physically attack Dimitri this time if he didn’t do something. 

“Dimitri, Hyde,” Mist said, glancing at each of them, “thank you both for a pleasurable evening, but there’s somewhere else I’d rather be.”

“A shame, but unsurprising,” Hyde said, tucking his hair behind his ear. “Well, you know where to find us when Saga disappoints you again.”

“I’ll rip your fucking throat out if you touch him again,” Saga snarled.

Hyde just laughed, soft and musical. “You can try.”

Before Saga could take him up on that offer, Mist broke the tension by navigating his way out of the pile of limbs on the bed and picking up the clothes that had been stripped off him. It wasn’t overly comfortable to be doing up his pants over his erection with his come drying on his stomach, and gravity was going to do terrible things to the come he could still feel inside his ass, but none of that mattered when it seemed like he might finally have made a breakthrough with Saga.

Once he was mostly dressed, Mist stepped up to Saga and forced himself not to back down when Saga leaned down and towards him. “You smell like them. It’s disgusting.”

Knowing that the comment was coming more from the fact that Saga had been utterly backed into a corner from three sides at once than any real malice, Mist simply tilted his chin up and met Saga’s eyes without flinching. “You’re more than welcome to make me smell like you instead.”

Saga’s eyes narrowed into a glare, his hand taking a possessive hold of Mist’s forearm. He didn’t say anything as he began to pull Mist out of the bedroom, and Mist looked back over his shoulder to give a grateful nod to the pair watching them with open amusement. 

They’d been a nice warmup, but he had a feeling he was finally going to be able to taste the main course he’d been kept from for so long. There was no way that would immediately fix all of Saga’s issues, but Mist figured that they had the time.

After all, he was going to be able to keep loving Saga for eternity, more or less.

He’d like to see that awful Guiltia try doing that.

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“Ah, young love,” Dimitri said in a bombastic voice, leaning back into their plush pillows and turning his head to look at his own lover. “It heals the soul to see two vampires come together so perfectly, with a little help from their devastatingly gorgeous-”

“Oh, shut up,” Hyde interrupted, no heat behind the words. “Somehow I doubt this is the last we’ll hear about this.”

“Absolutely not,” Dimitri agreed. “But that’s half the fun. Also, is it just me or is it hot to think about how Saga’s going to fuck the rest of my come out of that perfect ass?”

“Just you.”

“Is the great Hyde getting tame in his old age?”

“Dimitri, we both know that I am much, much harder to rile up than our little Saga is,” Hyde said, examining his nails. “You’ll have to do better than that if you want me to fuck you.”

“I rather doubt that,” Dimitri said with a teasing smirk on his face. 

He was proven right, of course, when Hyde rolled his eyes and swung a leg across to straddle Dimitri’s hips. “I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

“Bring it on,” Dimitri grinned, settling himself in for what promised to be a long night. Two hundred and thirty-odd years of marriage and the sex was only getting better; who could’ve guessed? 

One of these days they really were going to have to show Saga exactly what he was missing out on.

#Fanfic #Visual Prison #Visupri #haven't finished a fic since january but this jumped onto the page with minimal effort #thanks stage dimitri

[wilsweb-asientour]

Tag 21. 24.07.2023

Es steht 2:2. Heute nahmen wir zuerst den Tsukiji Markt in Ansturm. Hier wurden lokale Delikatessen verkauft u.a. Tamago (süßes Omelett) und Uni (die Gonaden des Seeigels). Wir schlenderten durch die engen Gässchen und machten an niedlichen Ständen Halt. Daraufhin ging’s nach Ginza, ein wohlhabendes Viertel mit Designer-Läden und Hochhäusern. Hier hatten wir Tickets fürs Kunst-Aquarium, ja richtig gelesen. Etliche Künstler erstellten mit allerlei wertvollen Goldfischen Ausstellungen, und das mit Licht und Musik. Beeindruckend.

Daraufhin ging’s in ein Ramenrestaurant nach Shimbashi. Die Kette „Ichiran“ spezialisiert sich auf Ramen mit Schweinefleisch, eine Mahlzeit, die einem an den Einzelsitzplatz durch eine kleine Gardine zugeschoben wird. Wir fanden beide das Konzept und die Mahlzeit super. Im Nachgang fuhren wir nach Harajuku, wo Webster ein Rugbytrikot der japanischen Nationalmannschaft kaufte, woraufhin wir lässig Richtung Yoyogi Park liefen. Insbesondere Webster gefiel Harajuku aufgrund der vielen kleinen Second-Hand Läden. Daraufhin ging’s zum Meiji jingu Schrein am Yoyogi Park, eine bekanntes Shinto Schrein. Sehr ehrenvoll. Danach ging’s nach Shibuya zur berühmtesten Kreuzung der Welt. Wir fanden es krass, wie aller 90 Sekunden hunderte Menschen die Hauptstraße überquerten ohne zu blinken. Nur die Touris stolpern gelegentlich.

Leider ging es Wilson im Anschluss nicht zu gut, was für uns einen frühen Feierabend hieß - auch nicht schlecht nach 15,0 km Fußmeilen. Bei Lebensmittelvergiftung heißt es jetzt 2:2 zwischen Wilson und Webster. Also, während sich Wilson ausruhte, holte Webster beim Bäcker Brot (für den Magen verträglich) und im Supermarkt Käse, Salami und Gemüse. Ein Suntory-Bier durfte natürlich auch nicht fehlen, ein cremiges Pils auf deutschem Niveau. Viele liebe Grüße aus der Hauptstadt (+7h i.B.a. Deutschland). Gute Nacht!

Day 21. 24.07.2023

It's 2-2. Today, we first visited the Tsukiji Market in a rush. Here, local delicacies were sold, including Tamago (sweet omelette) and Uni (sea urchin gonads). We strolled through narrow alleys and stopped at charming stalls. Then, we headed to Ginza, an affluent district with designer stores and skyscrapers. Here, we had tickets for the Art Aquarium, yes, you read that right. Several artists created exhibitions with various precious goldfish, accompanied by light and music. Impressive.

Then we went to a ramen restaurant in Shimbashi. The chain "Ichiran" specializes in pork ramen, a meal that is served to you at your individual seat through a small curtain. We both thought the concept and the meal were excellent. Afterward, we headed to Harajuku, where Webster bought a rugby jersey of the Japanese national team, and then we casually walked towards Yoyogi Park. Webster particularly liked Harajuku because of the numerous small second-hand stores. Next, we visited the Meiji Jingu Shrine at Yoyogi Park, a well-known Shinto shrine. It was very honorable. After that, we went to Shibuya to see the world-famous crossing. We were amazed by how hundreds of people crossed the main street every 90 seconds without hesitation. Only the tourists occasionally stumbled.

Unfortunately, Wilson didn't feel well afterwards, which meant an early end to our day - not too bad after covering 15.0 km on foot. With food poisoning, it's now 2-2 between Wilson and Webster. While Wilson rested, Webster went to the bakery to get stomach-friendly bread and to the supermarket for cheese, salami, and vegetables. Of course, a Suntory beer couldn't be missed, a creamy Pils at German standards. Sending warm greetings from the capital (+7h compared to Germany). Good night!