#could easily see myself just having this as a light dinner. just when like. i don't want to cook

[katierosefun]

holy fuck . . .. cheese and honey on toast SLAPS

#caroline talks #don't mind me. i just didn't really want to make lunch but i was like 'you need to eat something' #so i toasted some bread. got sad bc i don't have hummus. bc i want a meal that's like. dippable for some reason?? #idk why. i might make some kind of. tomato beef dip later tonight for dinner bc i've been. craving. #chips/something crunchy plus something that u could just. DIP. #anyways. made toast. melted some mozz cheese on top of that. #tossed on a shitton of crushed red peppers #drizzled with a bit of honey #and [chef's kiss] EXCELLENT lunch #could easily see myself just having this as a light dinner. just when like. i don't want to cook #and i'm hungry but i am so tired and etc #and it was just. GOOD

[peterman-spideyparker]

Labels (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Author’s Note: Hi! So, I've kinda put myself on a writing hiatus for a while and, in turn, have limited my time on Tumblr as of late. I was/still kind of am feeling uninspired in terms of writing and ideas, but this one came easily, and it needed to be written and shared before the excitement left me. I still have a million other stories and ideas I want to get going on, but for now, I hope you enjoy this one. :)

Summary: One evening when Matt tries to surprise you with a home cooked dinner date, he's stunned by something you've done for him.

Warnings: Sweet adorable fluff. No use of (Y/N), but it does refer to the reader being feminine/female-identifying

Other Characters: Karen Page

Word Count: 1,158

“Hello?” you say over the phone, very clearly distracted by whatever is in front of you.

“Hi, angel,” Matt smiles, feeling a weight off of his shoulders when he finally hears your voice when you pick up your desk phone.

“Matt.” The way you say his name lights him up inside. It’s alway so warm, so inviting, so smooth—like when butter spreads perfectly even on a piece of toast. The gentleness of each consonant and vowel that escapes your lips never fails to chip away and brush off the stress of whatever is weighing him down; from his day job to his nightly activities, you—every last bit of you, is his solace.

“I was half afraid that I’d get your answering machine,” he breathes as he leans back in his chair, listening to how you move the receiver from one ear to the other.

“I’m sorry, Matt. Today has just been hectic. Meetings, email approvals, we rearranged some furniture because no one was responding to emails—.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t need to apologize.”

“I do if it means I worried you. I mean, I must have missed calls and texts on my cell from you if you resorted to my landline.”

“No, not worried. I was just curious if you wanted to go out to dinner tonight. Maybe try that new Italian place that opened up a few blocks from your apartment.”

“I didn’t know there was a new restaurant opening.”

“Yeah,” he lies. “It’s a small place. Intimate, nice.”

“Well, I don’t know how I could say no to that. It sounds like the perfect thing to make me forget today.”

“Take deep breaths, sweetheart. You’ll get through it. I’m here for you.”

“I know,” you breathe. “Listen, I need to get back to work, but I’ll see you tonight.”

“I’ll pick you up at six.”

“Perfect. I love you, Matt.”

“Love you, too.”

You exchange soft goodbyes before hanging up the phone, Matt sliding his cell back into the pocket of his slacks.

“Hey, Karen?” he calls out.

“Yeah?” she responds, sounding as if she’s lost in thought with whatever is at hand.

“What time is it?”

She pauses. “Almost 2:30.”

“You think that you and Foggy will be okay for the rest of the day?”

“I think so.”

“Great,” he says with a smile, standing up and putting on the suit jacket that was hanging on the back of his chair. “I’m heading out. I need to get some groceries to surprise my girlfriend.”

Matt undoes the last of your door’s locks as the bag of groceries rests on his hips, relieved when the heavy piece of wood starts to swing open. For as frustrating as your day was, Matt secretly hopes that you won’t come home early and catch him in the middle of his surprise; it took him a lot longer to get everything he needed at the store, throwing off his timing. He’d be lucky if he got everything plated by the time you got home. Matt lets out a deep breath as he places the bag of groceries on the counter and takes his glasses off, centering himself to focus on the plan and not let his race against the clock shake him too much. After hanging his jacket on the hooks by the door, he rolls up his sleeves and throws his tie over his shoulder before taking out his phone, tapping at the screen until he finds the recipe he saved for tonight.

As his phone reads off the list of ingredients, he feels over what he grabbed, cursing when he notices that he’s missing garlic powder.

“She has to have some,” he hums. He knows you like to cook, always eager to try new recipes that you find while scrolling on your phone, and therefore always getting new spices and ingredients to make sure your kitchen is stocked for whatever the next interesting dish brings. Lucky for Matt, you two are always over each other’s place, craving one another’s presence, so he knows your apartment almost as well as he knows his own. Turning around to the skinny cabinet where Matt knows you keep your spices, he opens it up and prepares his nose for the strong mix of smells that are about to hit him so he can sniff out what he needs. As his hand extends into the cabinet, what he doesn’t expect to find is small bumps over each and every label. It’s odd, but familiar. Grabbing one of the spices in the front, he carefully takes it off the shelf and runs his fingers over the bumps once more.

Nutmeg.

Matt lets out a shaky breath, tears stinging at his eyes. He reaches up for container after container, running his fingers over all of the labels, finding that he’s able to read them all. By the time Matt grabs the garlic powder, the cabinet is practically empty and he’s crying in the kitchen.

“Matt?” he hears you call tentatively. He didn’t even hear you come in, and now you’re at his side, wrapping him in a hug and holding him close to soothe him. God, he loves when you hold him. Call it being touch-starved, but nothing felt better to Matt than when you have your arms around him. Sure, being in your apartment is comforting—your smell surrounding him and engulfing his senses, but nothing was better than the actual thing, your body against his, skin to skin. “Matty, is everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah,” he sniffles, holding you close and kissing your forehead. “It’s just, uh, well this.”

You pull back slightly from his hug and wipe away some of his tears before peeking down to see what’s in his hands.

“Garlic powder?” you try. “Is it bad?”

“No, no,” he smiles, wiping away some stray tears with the heel of his hand. “It’s great.”

“I thought we were going out to dinner tonight. But with all my spices out, something tells me you might have fibbed.”

“I did fib. I wanted to surprise you with dinner, especially after hearing about your day, but you’re the one that surprised me.” Taking your hand, he gently guides your fingers over the label to where the braille is.

“Oh.” Matt listens to how the blood rushes to your cheeks and how your heart rate picks up. “The label.”

“The label,” he echos softly.

“I finally found a good braille label maker that I liked,” you begin to explain. “I mean, we’re always at each other’s place. I wanted to make my home feel a little more homey for you.”

“You really love me, huh?”

He listens to how you smile from ear to ear. “So much more than you’ll ever know, Matty.”

Putting the garlic powder down, he takes your face in his hands and pulls you in for a deep kiss, your arms happily snaking around him and holding him close.

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[mvltisstuff]

hello again!! im the anon who requested sweet nothing (also, saw the edit note and don’t worry it was a fantastic fic and i love it, thank you so much for writing it ❤️) i was wondering if i could request another fic for buck where reader is like athena’s protege and she’s a lot like athena so athena and bobby basically play match maker for them, thinking they’d compliment each other very well but buck and the reader have secretly dating since they met bc they hit it off so well and athena and the 118 end up finding out and are shocked they had no idea. thank you if you get to this, no stress if you don’t. i hope you have a lovely day and remember to take breaks and drink water!!

the feels - e.b

summary: above :)

evan buckley x reader

a/n: i love seeing these requests so much, please leave as many as you want, this one is so sweet 🫶🫶 i wanted to recreate the funny scene when may walked in on athena in bobby’s turnout 😭

the grants were sitting in the kitchen waiting for another delicious meal from bobby to be ready to eat. athena was sitting down, playing a card game with her two children as bobby was stirring a boiling pot. sharing stories about their days, athena begins her own.

“the station welcomed a new recruit today,” athena starts while cleaning up the cards. “i think i was telling you about her.”

“y/n? i remember you told me she was going to be working there, i just didn’t know she’d be with you.”

“she’s not riding along with me, but we’ve spoken a lot. she reminds me of myself. she’s young but one of the most determined ones i’ve seen. i think she has a lot of great potential.”

“maybe you should bring her along one day,” bobby suggests. “she sounds cool, you should bring her to the station one night for dinner there.”

“i’ll have to check her schedule. she’s trying to get more comfortable in LA, so that could help her. give her some friends,” athena says. “i know she came here to get away for a bit, i’m not sure why but i think something at home.”

“might wanna be careful bringing her, now that i’m thinking about it.”

“what makes you say that?” she asks.

“i’m worried someone might take a liking to her. buck loves you, and he reminds me of myself. and if she’s really similar to you…” athena walks over to bobby, giving him a light kiss before beginning again. “i’ll see what her timing is, i’ll let you know so you can tame the lion.”

the next day at work, y/n walks in uniform with her chunky belt with her gear. she sweetly says good morning to the people at the front with a cup of coffee before returning to her bosses office. “y/n?” she hears someone say from behind her.

“sergeant grant! hello, i was just about to go get started,” y/n says politely to her superior.

“you can call me athena, officer.”

“ok, athena,” y/n has a bright smile that could be the source of light to the room. “is there anything i can do for you?”

“no, you’re all set. just making sure things are good for you here,” athena knows that she’s strong despite the kindness act she puts on. she’s seen she’s not afraid to stand up for herself against all the men at the station. similar to herself, she’s ready for anything god throws at her. “if you get off earlier tonight, i was going to the 118. my husband is bobby nash, and he’s having dinner. i thought it would be a good place for you to settle in.”

“that sounds great, athena. i get off a bit earlier today.”

“good,” athena says with a thin grin. “i’ll see you then, y/l/n.”

they both walk away, going to do their paperwork and jobs of the day. on the first call, they had to deal with a specific threat, making two arrests as y/n shoved them back into the car.

she had easily clicked into her workplace, impressing everyone with her skill and ease with the job. her quick thinking came in extreme need, and athena knew she was going to be one of the best eventually.

after another call, the fire department had been at a site of a crash with drunk driving robbers. the police had been called to observe the suspects and ask them questions about the accident and even before that. after some of the crash on the street was cleaned up, y/n had been on the side, informing dispatch on the current nature of the situation. she was hanging around near one of the trucks when a man, couldn’t have been over 30, walked over to her.

“hey,” he says with a seducing smile, looking her uniform up and down. “i haven’t seen you around yet.”

“i’ve just started working here, i was a cop before but i recently moved here.”

“you liking it? LA can be a lot,” he tells her. “i’m evan buckley, 118. buck.”

y/n smiles and shakes his hand. “you’re from 118? athena and bobby invited me over for dinner tonight.”

“y-you’re y/n?” buck asks, a little surprised. she’s gorgeous, her hair was done back in neat braids. her uniform complemented her well, making her look like a boss, but also looks sweet with her bright smile and laugh. buck noticed her beauty and grace in handling herself.

athena and bobby stood to the side, meeting up at the end of the shift. “i think it’s too late,” bobby says, pointing to y/n and buck flirting very clearly to everyone but themselves. athena would never admit it, but she was actually happy. she thought buck needed woman like her, and she needed one like buck, and after a whole night of convincing each other before bed, they finally decided to take up a new career in match making.

the dinner had gone well, the team asking y/n about her past and why she wanted to become a cop. someone in particular was mesmerized by her stories. “so, y/n, where did you grow up?” eddie asks.

“i was raised in boston, and i went to suffolk for criminal justice,” y/n says. “i knew i wanted to help people, and i came to LA as an escape honestly. just try something new.”

they all nod and smile as they finish their food, laughing about shared stories and the two spend the night eyeing each other.

a couple months had gone by, and buck and y/n had been better close. very close. they were seeing each other almost every day, meeting up outside work to see each other. for being a bad liar, buck was hiding their relationship very well. they started dating a few weeks after the dinner, and no one had any idea. or at least they thought.

buck was definitely head over heels for y/n. she was a person who dominated wherever she was, but carried herself around with respect and a soothing personality. coming home from work, she was always a person to talk to. her sweet and gentle words were always a comfort to him. he thought she was the most lovely person ever.

y/n was obsessed with buck after she met him. he was incredibly charming, being able to light up a room at any time. being able to spend time with him at the end of their shifts was truly the highlight of her day, and she hadn’t felt this happy in a long time. he helped her get settled in the new city that she was venturing. he was always a shoulder to lean on during the bad days, and one to celebrate with after the good ones.

chimney and maddie had been driving over to bucks apartment. they had all agreed to have dinner together so she could spend time with her little brother.

buck on the other hand, had been too preoccupied to remember the plans.

y/n was dressed in a lace bra and panties set, wearing bucks work shirt with his name and badge on it. she was sitting on top of the counter with buck standing between her legs.

when chimney and maddie walked in, they saw bucks bare back, and both of their half-naked bodies. luckily, buck still had his boxers on, and y/n had his shirt. her arms were wrapped around his shoulders, a pair of handcuffs in her hands. “oh my god! evan!” maddie shouted and buck turned around.

“jesus, maddie!” he yelled and his immediate instinct was to cover up y/n. “what are you doing here?”

“some of us had dinner plans,” chimney adds, watching in a humorous way.

“you had dinner plans?” y/n asks.

buck throws his head back in frustration. “im sorry, guys, i completely forgot.”

“clearly.” maddie and chim say, together. “we’re going to go in the hall, give you a minute. while i call bobb-“ chim starts.

“no! do not call bobby because then he and athena will hate me!”

“i think athena would fire me,” y/n says.

“are you kidding? they’ve been trying to force you two together for months!”

y/n and buck give each other a confused look because they both thought they’d want them separate. surely, they weren’t stopping it but they especially didn’t think they would encourage it. they start laughing at each other hysterically at the thought of their superiors trying to get them hooked up. maddie and chimney exit in a hurry, leaving to the hallway.

“well, wanna continue?” buck asks and y/n gives him a questioning look.

“we have like 2 minutes, babe,” she smiles. “i don’t know if we have time.”

“you doubting me?” he says, leaning back in and kissing her again.

“prove me wrong, then,” she smirks and they spend their few minutes not wasting a second.

“bobby! sorry to bother you tonight, but you’re gonna want to hear this!” chim says after calling the captain.

bobby hangs up the phone, and is sitting next to the athena on their couch. athena hears the whole conversation. “i’ll quit my job if you quit yours, and we can start our own business.”

“agreed,” athena says, giving bobby a high-five at their dating app skills. “i will say i’m surprised they kept it a secret. she did seem a bit more upbeat though.”

“so what’s next? getting them engaged?”

“ok, woah. let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. we’ll give ‘em a bit i guess.”

“fine, but i’m getting every detail about this tomorrow from him.”

“i’ll get it from y/n, we will reconvene after a short recess.”

#911 #911onfox #bobby nash #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buckley fanfic #evan buck buckley x reader #evan buckley x reader #athena grant #henrietta wilson #howie han #maddie buckley

[cool-cowboy]

Infinite Darkness Leon loves boobs. I don’t make the rules. (please make a thing about it im gnawing at the bars of my inclosure)

Ask and you shall receive !!! He doesn't just love them, he is obsessed. Always happy to provide ;) Enjoy !

Summary:

In which Leon just really loves boobs, gets home from a long day's work and wants to unwind with his face buried in the most perfect tits he's ever seen.

Text:

“Hey, hun.” He nearly makes me burn myself, his footsteps reflexively silent, even off duty, his voice low and close to my ear, tired. He wraps me in his arms, doesn’t even give me the chance to finish up what I’m doing, his arms around my waist, lips tucked down into the crook of my neck. He smells like sweat, that and leather, never takes that damn jacket off, I swear. 

“You scared the hell outta me, Le. You’re early, dinner’s still got an hour.” He hums, letting me turn around in his arms, inspecting, though he doesn’t look too bad, light day, I suppose. His scruff is grown out, a little longer than he likes it, the only evidence of his profession a yellowed bruise on one cheek. 

“Sorry, Didn’t mean to. God, you look pretty.” He kisses me, the little beard he has going scratchy on my skin, but I kiss him back, not willing to deny him after not seeing him all day. He keeps going, hauls me up onto the counter with gloved hands on my hips, still in his work clothes, his kisses turning a little less loving, more sensual, his beard becoming painful, my hand in his hair getting him to pull back. “Damn, you’re not in the mood?” I huff a laugh, shaking my head at him, his clippedness something I spent a long time getting used to, used to think he was being an asshole, when really that’s just him, straight to the point, not one to waste time. 

“No it’s- I am- Just, you’re… hurting me.” I rub at the sides of his jaw, giving him a fake disturbed look he does not seem to enjoy, frowning at me and pulling my hands away and down on top of my thighs. “You need to shave.” He gives me a look, unimpressed, eyes cast down, staring unabashedly at my chest, utterly obvious, not that I mind, just never expected his overt love for boobs, well, my boobs, he says, idiot. 

“Later. I have some uh- Things to attend to…” He’s being goofy, giving me a little smirk as he runs his fingers up, teasing over the underside of my breast, more teasing himself than me, we both know where this goes, his face shoved between them, lips and hands lathing them with attention, time spent against my chest one of his favorite ways to spend any time off he can catch, and I indulge him every time, even if he is rather silly, a grown ass man entirely obsessed with boobs. 

“Hey.” I grab his hand, and the other, holding them off to either side and giving him an authoritative look, well aware I’m not even close to menacing, especially to him, but he’ll listen anyways, with what I’m willing to threaten. “You are not “attending” to anything until you shave, Le.” He frowns, debating it, staring longingly down before testing my grip, pulling gently against it, my hands still tight around his wrists, even if he could easily break free, he plays along. 

“You’re serious? Sweetheart, I’m-”

“Shave, then we’ll talk, yeah?” I give him a quick kiss, pushing against him to get him going, but he doesn’t go anywhere, chases my lips for one more kiss and pulls back to look into my eyes. 

“You shave me.” He apparently has forgotten his manners, demanding I shave for him, something I’ve offered a couple of times before, and he thoroughly enjoys, just getting to stare at me while I do all the work, and I get to do the same, so I don’t mind. “Please?” He ducks down, placing quick, messy kisses to my neck, speaking between slick presses of his lips to my throat. “Please..? Please…? Plea-” “Fine!” I pull him back by his hair, his smile wide despite the definite burn of his scalp, pleased at my agreement, even if I am playing at exasperation. He doesn’t say anything else, just slips his hands up under my ass and carries me off, setting me down on the bathroom counter before bending to collect his things, a hand to the back of his hip. 

“Take your shirt off.” I can’t see his face, but I’m sure he has that stupid look, that pleased, expectant one he loves to give me when he knows he’ll get his way. 

“Take off yours.” He hums, bringing his things over and setting them down beside me, looking at me with his head tilted before he reaches over, grabbing the opposite side of his shirt and whipping it up over his head, tossing it at me in his own form of playful defiance. 

“Your turn. Go ahead, gimme somethin’ else pretty to look at while you work, yeah?” I smile, only a little, always shocked when he’s smooth, usually his flirting doesn’t go over so well, just some silly shit I have no idea how he came up with. I give him his wish, not willing to refuse something so easy, pulling my top up and over my head, his affectionate gaze cast down when he steps between my legs, hands trailing up my thighs and over my shorts, rested on my hips as he gazes at my boobs, overly affectionate, seeming dazed at the sight, even if he has seen them a million times. 

“Kay, Le, Gonna need you to keep your head up, I don’t wanna cut you.” I tilt his head up, and he meets my eyes, one of his hands sliding up, impatient man, shaving cream spread over his scruff by the time he runs his thumb over my nipple, hardened from the chill of the bathroom, that and my lack of clothing. “How was your day?” He hums, staring at me as he presses his thumb down, squishing my breast absently, not quite focused on much of anything. 

“Boring. Missed you, how was yours?” I frown at him, gripping his neck to keep him still, the innocent action earning me a suggestive smirk. He’s kneading now, cupping his hand and gripping lightly, his eyes flitting back and forth from my face to what he’s doing. 

“That’s not-Le-!” I nearly cut him, his fingers pinching my nipple startling me, but he doesn’t seem bothered by the near injury, pleased, if anything, at having gotten a reaction, my back arched in discomfort, the little choked surprised sound something he undoubtedly enjoys. “Can you- Just let me finish, okay? Won’t take long just… Stop being a nuisance.” He pulls a face, nearly getting himself cut again before he realized, quickly fixing it down to neutral, his hand going back to its kneading, his thumb fanning back and forth over my nipple, the attention pleasurable, if only in a doting sort of way. 

“Nuisance? You’re so damn mean today… First you don’t like my beard, then… This…” I scoff, pressing into the side of his neck to get him to turn his head, his eyes straining to peer down from the side, his hand splayed over the boob he’s been messing with, squishing it into his palm, giving it a light squeeze and letting out a pleased sigh. “Can we take this to bed once you’re done, I have some-” “Something to attend to? Sure, Le, tuck your lips.” He does, looking goofy with his lips pursed, letting my get the hair above his mouth without nicking him, his hand drifting over to the other side, doing the same slow slide and squeeze, relishing the feel of it, for whatever reason. “Okay. All done. Let me wipe this-” He takes the towel from my hand, wipes the extra cream off his face by shaking his head side to side, looking entirely idiotic, but cute. “Feeling impatient?” He tosses the towel off to the side, trailing his hands down to my hips, gripping the meat there, always so handsy. 

“You’ve got no idea.” He lifts me up, apparently not too keen to let me do any walking today, lifting me up high enough for him to bury his face in my chest, smooth skin against me, as well as his heaving chest, his sigh dramatic and happy, pleasing him entirely too easy. 

“You don’t wanna watch where- Le-! Careful!” He groans, bouncing himself off the doorframe on the way out of the bathroom, too busy kissing at the space between my breasts to offer any of his attention elsewhere, nearly crashing the both of us into the wall before I steer us out of the way, unable to strangle down my laugh when he stumbles through the doorway, only parting from his burrow to lay me out in bed, giving himself a second to look me over from his spot stood at the foot, his expression gooey and affectionate, so damn sweet I sometimes think he’ll rot the teeth straight out of my head. “C’mon, they’re waiting…” I put on a singsong voice, teasing him, not sure what his fascination is, but finding it entertaining at the least, especially so when he dives over me, carefully not to land without keeping his weight off me, his kisses moving quickly up my stomach, eyes peering up at me as he does, all love, his hands on my side and beside me, his back arched in a probably obscene way to let him reach his path, his lips skimming along the outside of one breast as he stares at me, his non-supporting hand moving to knead at the other, never one to be unfair, his words. 

“Perfect… Fucking love this shit… So pretty for me…” He kisses across, from the outside over to my nipple, watching me as he flattens his tongue over it, pulling back to take a look when he’s done, the sight apparently satisfactory, if the groan he lets out is any indicator, low and guttural, giving himself over to whatever pleasure he gets out of this, closing his lips over my nipple and running his thumb over the other, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh making me gasp, his smile pressed to a kiss to the wet skin left behind before he’s trailing further across, licking and sucking at the opposite breast, his hand moved down to my ribs, holding me still against my squirming, all the attention too much, nearly evenly pleasurable and painful. “So damn cute… Can’t sit still, huh? That’s alright…” He brings his knees up, sitting back on his haunches straddling me, giving himself the freedom to use both his hands, which promptly squish my breasts together, his face shoved between, a pleased groan ticking the skin his lips are pressed to. The alarm is going off on the oven, but he’s pretending not to hear, vying for some more of my time by keeping himself buried in his chosen “Heaven”. 

“Le, Food’s done, get off.” He groans, unhappy, pulling back to lay sweet kisses over random places, peppering my chest in slick spots, his hands trailed down to my waist. 

“Couple more minutes…” I hum, petting his hair, nearly allowing it, but I can’t let dinner burn, I’m sure he’s starving after a long day of saving the world. 

“After, get off.” He sighs, placing one last, longing kiss to my sternum, pulling back and staring at my chest before sitting himself up, pulling me along with him. 

“Sit in my lap while we eat?” I huff a laugh, shoving him off me and onto his back, his flop overly dramatic, his body lax, splayed out, his smile upside down when I give him a look over my shoulder on my way to pick out a shirt. 

“No, weirdo.” “Keep the shirt off, then?” “No.”

“Okay… Bra only..?”

“Fine.”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #re smut #leon kennedy x y/n #older leon kennedy #romance #re fluff #fluff #nipplay #established relationship

[babydollmarauders]

HAUNTED — NICO HISCHIER

nico hischier x fem!reader

part of the Speak Now Fic List

summary: in which y/n struggles through the aftermath of the end of she and Nico's relationship, when she thought it would never end.

specific lyrics: “come on, don’t leave me like this. i thought i had you figured out. something’s gone terribly wrong. you’re all i wanted.” and “stood there and watched you walk away from everything we had.” and “he will try to take away my pain, and he just might make me smile; but the whole time, i’m wishing he was you instead.” and “something keeps me holding on to nothing.”

notes: i’m gonna be honest, going into this, i had absolutely no idea what to do for this. so, i’m sorry that it’s pretty short and if it’s boring. anyways, this is for kei!

my breath hitches in my throat, the walls of the apartment suddenly feeling so much smaller than they actually are.

“i’m sorry, y/n.” Nico’s accent cuts through the silence, effectively shattering my frozen state.

i blink furiously, attempting to push back the tears that have risen to the surface of my eyes.

“just like that? you’re just, ending us?” my voice is meek. frail. “don’t leave me like this, Neeks, please.”

“i’m sorry.” he repeats, lifting his duffel bag off the floor and slinging it over his shoulder. “i just think we’ve run our course.”

i watch in a state of despair as the man i love walks away, leaving our relationship broken behind him.

four years of dating, six years of friendship altogether, and he left it all behind so easily.

my knees buckle and i drop to the couch cushions, my mind racing.

we got each other so well. sure, our relationship has been a little rocky lately, a few small fights here and there, but i never thought i’d live to see us break.

the last thing i expected when i got home from work was to see my boyfriend, now ex, packing his things.

but he did it all so smoothly. there were no tears from his end, no stuttering, no doubts. just a simple ‘i’m moving in with Jack for now. i think we should break up.’

all the ‘i love you’s, and the thoughts about marriage and our future; they all seem fraudulent now. as if he never meant them at all. and if he ever did, then i don’t understand how ending our relationship could be so easy for him.

*** 1 MONTH LATER ***

my keys jingle as i push open the door to the apartment, dropping my purse on the entryway table and slipping the flats off of my feet.

i breath in a deep breath, attempting to calm myself before i walk further into the apartment. what used to be a home to me has become nothing but a living quarters now. nothing, or more specifically, no one here to make it feel like an actual home.

i steel myself. bracing myself, as i do every night, to walk into the room that it all went down. a month has passed since Nico left me in our living room, but i’m still haunted by the memory of it all. every time i come home, i’m tormented by the recollection of our break up.

i no longer come home to the sound of the tv on, or pots and pans clashing as my boyfriend cooks dinner. instead i’m welcomed by silence. darkness plagues the house as i walk throughout, flipping on light switches as i go.

my feet pad against the cold wooden floor as i make my way into the kitchen, opening the fridge and retrieving a water bottle. i hold it in my hands as i lean over the kitchen island, laying my head down on my arms.

i can’t keep doing this. still hoping, a month later, that he’ll come back. that this was all just a sick prank. that he still loves me. i can’t keep holding onto a relationship that’s no longer there. i’m holding onto nothing.

a knock echoes through the apartment and my head pops up. i wasn’t expecting anyone.

a little thought at the back of my mind can’t help but wonder if it’s Nico. if he’s finally come back. but i try and suppress that thought as i fast-walk towards the door, trying not to get my hopes up. but, it doesn’t work and my hopes are severely crushed when i open the door to find John on the other side.

“hey, John. did you need something?” it’s not unusual for me to still see a few of the Devils players; many of them live in this apartment building and i’ve known them for years, the product of dating their captain for so long.

“i brought pizza.” the defenseman holds up a pizza box, giving me a smile.

“okay?” i open the door wider, allowing him to bypass me and walk into the apartment. “what are you doing here?”

i sigh, following slowly behind him as he walks into the living room, setting the pizza on the coffee table as he takes a seat on the couch.

for a brief moment, my mind flashes to one of the multiple times Nico and i had the team over for board games and movie nights. when pizza boxes overtook every surface in the place and the men all piled onto our furniture, some on the floor. the thought leaves a ghost of a smile on my lips before i frown again, remembering that’s all over now.

“i haven’t seen you since…” John drifts off, obviously not wanting to finish his sentence.

“since he broke up with me.” my voice breaks slightly. “you can say it. i need to hear it. i need to register that it’s real and not just a nightmare.”

i drop onto the couch beside him, tucking my knees to my chest and averting my eyes to stare at the chipping red polish on my toes.

“i’m sorry, y/n/n.” his hand comes up to rest on my knee, his thumb rubbing in circles in an attempt to comfort me.

“don’t.” i tell him. “don’t apologize like you’re the one that did it. i’m fine.”

it’s not entirely true. i’m fine in the sense that i’m not emotionally debilitated anymore. but i’m not completely fine. i can’t guarantee i ever will be.

“you’re not.” John sees right through my lie. “and that’s okay. no one is saying you have to be.”

his words bring tears to my eyes and i lean into his side, letting him wrap his arm around my shoulders. his hand rubs up and down my arm as i cry into his black t-shirt.

“i just don’t understand.” i confess. “he’s all i ever wanted, he can’t be gone.”

“it’ll be okay, y/n/n. you just gotta give it time.” he tells me.

“i hope you know, i have to ask.” i start, and i know he knows exactly what i’m about to say. “did he say anything to you? did he ever tell you why?”

“no.” he whispers. “he didn’t say anything to me. but even if he did, would you really want to know?”

“do i want to know? no. but, i think i need to know.

“if i ever want to work past it, i think i need closure. which would mean getting more of an answer than ‘our relationship has run its course.’”

“well that sounds like a generic answer if i’ve ever heard one.” he jokes, making me let out a small huff of a laugh.

“you’re telling me.” i jest back.

“well, as much as i love watching you cry-” his sarcasm is obvious, making me roll my eyes. “i didn’t come here to wallow. i came here to take away your pain for a night and remind you that there’s more to life than Nico.

“which means; pizza, tequila, and horror movies.”

i laugh at the combination, sitting back up from his side and looking over at him.

“and where are we gonna get the tequila? because i see pizza, but no alcohol.” i tell him.

“you’re telling me, you don’t have tequila?” he raises an eyebrow in my direction and i send him a joking glare.

“in the freezer.” i grumble, crossing my arms.

“that’s what i thought.” he smirks. “i’ll be right back.”

he pats my knee twice before rising and making his way to the kitchen. he returns with a bottle of chilled casamigos and two shot glasses.

“let’s get this party started.”

he hands me a poured shot, and i down it before he can even finish pouring his own, making him chuckle when he turns back to clink our glasses together.

“okay!” he drags out, making me laugh. “couldn’t even wait for me?”

he sets his shot down, taking my glass and refilling it before picking his back up and handing mine back to me. we clink our glasses together, knocking them back down on the coffee table before throwing them back, the liquor burning our throats.

it feels nice, being able to laugh and smile again with my close friend. but i can’t help the guilt in my heart. the way that i wish i was doing this with Nico instead.

maybe John is right, and in time, i’ll be okay. but for now, i’m still haunted.

#speak now fic list #nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier fic #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier blurb #nhl fic #nhl blurb #nhl imagine #nj devils #faithlynn’s writings <3

[pedgito]

oh man i love that modern au with bestfriend!eddie but i need more re: his best dickpic ever! like how much heat is he packing in said dickpic? and what makes it so good? angle? lighting? is the dick in question perhaps adorned with a festive lil hat? more plz!

author’s note: a part two to this, doesn’t have to be read as a pair but you can if you want! i crack myself up every time i write stuff like this because it’s so eddie.

cw: 18+ (minors dni) lots of dick talk, modern!eddie, mentions of drunk sex, bestfriend!eddie, platonic soulmates (small mention to them being like siblings metaphorically) if i missed anything lmk.

word count: 1k

“I swear I’m not judging or anything, but like,” Eddie peers up at you from where his head is resting in your lap, body stretched out along the rest of the bed as the movie played on amidst his sudden need for conversation, “why don’t you stop using the apps if it keeps happening?”

“Do you hear yourself, Eddie?” You ask, eyes narrowing at him from above, your own hair curtaining his face as you glance down. “I have to stop because it’s me being assaulted with dick pics, not the other way around—you are…such a guy that it pains me to even think about.”

And it’s a bigger shot to his ego than he’s expecting, gasping dramatically through his very obviously hurt gaze.

“I need better content,” You tell him, “and considering this standing relationship I have with your dick, I’d really appreciate it if you'd step up your game.”

“Okay, that really hurts.” Eddie says dejectedly, “My dick is pretty, you can’t deny that.”

You shrug, “It’s up there, but I’ve seen several—it could easily get lost in the bunch.”

“See this,” Eddie flicks between you and him, “is why we’d never work.”

“Say that to two weeks ago when you crawled into my bed drunk and naked,” You retort, forcing Eddie to relive that embarrassing memory, “seemed to work pretty well then.”

“We were both drunk,” Eddie states as a matter of fact, “and if I remember correctly, you were just as eager.”

It was a small blip in your friendship and nothing that could ruin it, neither of you remembered much anyways—but it was definitely enjoyable.

“We gotta get festive, it’s the holidays,” You tell him, “spruce the pics up a bit, it’s getting boring.”

“I told you that you couldn’t use this stuff as blackmail.” Eddie tells you vehemently, “So whatever is going on in that head of yours, it stays between us.”

“Eddie, I love you,” You tell him seriously, “I would never do that to you—but as my best friend, you’re sorta obligated.”

Eddie snorts, shoving your amused smile out of view with his fingers as they push at your cheek, forcing you away so he could sit up fully, movie forgotten.

“Hit me with it.” Eddie says, your smile growing wider.

If only he knew.

“I feel like there’s a kink for this somewhere on the internet.” Eddie notes, holding up the small Christmas hat between his fingers—the perfect size for, well, his dick.

You snickered evilly, “Don’t forget these,” You mentioned, holding up the battery powered Christmas light necklace, “—oh shit, I almost forgot.”

Eddie reers back slightly, eyeing you carefully as you dipped into the bag on your bed.

“Absolutely fucking not,” Eddie says sternly, noting the fluffy reindeer ears and red nose squeezed in your palm, holding his hands up defensively as you approached, “not just no—but fuck no, sweetheart.”

“You’re no fun.” You pout, tossing the items on the bed.

“Tell me the deal again?” Eddie asks, gathering the items in his hand, phone clutched to his chest in the other.

“Dinner on me for a week and I’ll do the dishes,” You tell him, “don’t try to meddle your way into more.”

Eddie smirks fondly, “Had me at dinner, babe.”

Eddie disappears briefly to his own room—to, as he would say, take care of business. You’re not sure what he does, keeping your mind from straying too far. After the drunk escapades a couple weeks prior, there was always something there—nothing serious or tangible, but it was blatantly obvious that you found each other attractive.

It was a shame that you two butt heads like siblings and hate each other in every other sense of the idea of an actual relationship.

Eddie leaves his room about twenty minutes later looking a little more flush in the face, shirtless and his sweats hanging low on his waist. You laughed through your nose, sizing him up. He attempts to hand the decoration back to you.

“Burn it,” You grimace, “you know I only needed pics, right?”

Eddie’s still surprised at how easily you can read him.

“I was trying to sweeten the pot a little,” He shrugs, “got you a video, free of charge.”

“Oh, you spoil me.” You tell him with a forced smile, glancing at your phone as it dinged a few times.

“Quality over quantity, sweetheart.” He grins darkly, nodding toward your phone. “That should keep the creeps at bay.”

It’s terrible how well you’d memorized his dick, smiling with amusement as you scrolled through the pictures after he’d finally left you alone. As annoying as Eddie could be, he was an expert at angles, lighting, the whole thing—they were tasteful, but so outrageous that they would surely scare off the desperate men in your messages.

“Thoughts?” He asks, peeking around the frame of your bedroom door when he hears you giggling to yourself.

“I’m not giving you another ego boost.” You tell him, a grin spreading over his face.

“You don’t have to,” Eddie says confidently, “I can see it on your face.” Because despite how well you knew Eddie, he knew you even better.

Now, if only he had the same luck with people as you—not that he was asking for any unsolicited dick pics but his luck with dating had been nothing short of abysmal.

“I’ll send the cute ones your way,” You smile warmly, “long as they’re willing.”

Eddie presses his hand over his heart tenderly, crossing the small distance to your bed to press a sweet kiss to your forehead, mumbling a soft, “Love you.”

Not that you needed to hear it, you already knew.

Please consider a reblog if you enjoyed this fic! It’s makes a huge difference. ♡

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson headcanons #my writing

[bedeviledcowboy]

Blood of a Servant

Renfield x gn!reader 18+

> kinks: light dom/sub, jk very heavy dom/sub, master/servant, begging, Renfield is a bottom, anal play, fingering male receiving, orgasm denial, etc.

Many thanks to @ashyyslashy for editing and proof reading! Go read their fic rn🔫🔫

Pure smut below the line, warning it’s a lot

Renfield had… messed up.

Why, he should know by now. He has three rules before sundown; One: Always keep their home tidy. Two: Lighting. Vampires may be all knowing, but they cannot see in the dark. Yes, better than a human, but not like a bat.. as some would assume.

And then there’s Number Three. Always have a willing victim. Always have blood.

Tonight, he’d forgotten the most important thing. Rule number Three; His master’s meal. He knew you, he knew you would not be… violent. You were benevolent, unlike Dracula was towards him when he failed at the only job he was strictly tasked to do. But, the disappointment from his new master felt somehow… even worse.

There was a tall tale about a wild pack of wolves in the area, the villagers were scared to go outside after dark. They’d locked themselves up inside, tidy and warm by their fireplaces, burning wood and roasting meat for supper.

What was most annoying was the fact that, as a half vampire, Renfield could enter someone’s home. But the question wasn’t could he enter, rather, would he.

Renfield knew if he broke into a home, stealing someone for his master’s supper, he’d cause more of a panic. And… well… his Master loved this small town. Its people and scenery paired well with your complexion. You did not want to leave. So, Renfield had to be extra careful.

He had a tendency to scare the locals. Being half crazy will do that. Occasionally.

“Renfield? Has the sun set?” Your voice called from beneath a thickly coated coffin.

“Yes, my master. It is safe to come out.”

Upon the sound of stone grinding against stone, Renfield quickly made his way to his master’s engraved holder and easily removed the lid. After shoving the lid away, his master rose from the dark. You stretched your arms out.

Before you could even usher a, “Good night,” Renfield was quick to spill his failures out onto the table.

“I am so sorry, master—you, you see, no one was outside! There are tales of a.. a wolf pack nearby. The villagers were all hiding. I could not fetch one for your feeding… I had to be careful. Master, you like it here and I could not bare with myself if I were the one to make you leave—”

You only stood, stretching your legs as you walked around on the marble floor of the newly taken castle. Renfield was still babbling on, reasons for which he had no blood, all of which caused butterflies to manifest in your stomach. He was sickly. Sickly sweet, to care so much. The fact that he understood that you, his master. appreciated the town, that you cared for its people and only drank from the subdued… you never killed, Renfield seemed pleased.

“Renfield,” You silenced him with a hand, long pointer finger covering his lips in a line. “I have no dinner. That is fine… I can just drink from you.”

At this, Renfield’s eyes widened. “Master… I do not believe… I would not fill you.” You snickered lightly, covering your mouth with a pale hand.

“Oh, Renfield…” You grabbed his face with thin fingers, pushing his jaw upwards, eyes on his throat. “You are correct. It does not fill me. But, you can satiate me come tomorrow. I will not starve with your blood. It is merely a placeholder for the next delivery I receive from you.”

Renfield let out a relieved sigh, before realizing what indeed his master was saying.

“Oh, master,” He closed his eyes tightly, grabbing a fistful of his collar and pulling it down to reveal more pale skin underneath. “I give you my blood. Take as much as you need.” His eyes looked wild, but he closed them as he tilted his head back. He let you take in more of him with your eyes.

“Have I ever told you you have a most beautiful neck?” His eyes opened with surprise at this comment before he felt the prick of fangs enter his skin. The sensation of the bite was enough to have him wince, before it was replaced by some strange, tingly feeling.

He’d only felt this once before. The night that Dracula had bitten him, the night he had become his slave. Though, this felt different. It was not entirely painful. He felt at ease. Perhaps almost… euphoric.

Excitement flooded his veins, eyes rolling back as his master’s tongue darted over the fresh wounds and suckled hungrily. He didn’t realize his pants had grown tight until your thigh slithered between his, pushing him up against the nearest wall.

“M-Master,” He whined quietly. “Please, oh please master…” Their mouth sucked at his skin, drinking up his blood that was dutifully flowing for them and only them. Renfield’s hands found purchase in a black, lace sleep-shirt, pulling at the texture and scrunching it up. Forgetting about the fabric, the two became entangled in their ways.

One enchantingly leeching, the other obsessively whining out pleads and cries of want and need.

“What is it that you need, Renfield?” His Master had spoken between the sucking of his skin, no longer just lapping up the crimson staining his collarbone. You were now leaving bruises, red and purple and blue in this wake of horrid torment.

Renfield had his arms wrapped around your neck, lips spread as a way to speak his master's name with need. “I need.. I need you..” Your thigh twitched against him, causing a long moan to fall from your servant’s lips. “I need release. Please. Can I take them off?” His eyes were too pitiful. You could not, with good conscience, restrain him any longer.

“You’ve been a good pet. Let me.” A hand, previously squeezing Renfield’s thigh, moved to the man’s waist. Unhooking his suspenders, you felt yourself giggle at the silly things. After all these years, he still found suspenders over belts to be the most flattering. “You want to make this hard for you, hm?” Your tongue trailed his throat, unable to restrain your low, guttural sound. “Wearing these strings, confusing my hands of where to go, when all I want is to touch your cock.”

Renfield could only quiver, he could not help the way his body craved his master. He could not contain his feelings, physical pain needing to be relieved by the undoing of his pants. “P-Please, master! I need it. Please, don’t stop. I do not intend on making things harder, please…”

“Hm, what do you need, pet?” A whimper fell from your slave’s lips, feeling as your hand slipped under his trouser’s waistband, holding him in a delicious way.

“Th-that! Oohhh, master—master, please. You know what to do! Do not embarrass me, do not make me say such things!” He whimpered, he cried, desperate to keep his mouth shut. Every small movement against his cock, especially due to him being confined to the fabric of his trousers, sent a wave of embarrassment over him.

It was adorable. The begging he was just not to beg. Though, you were still hungry. Of course, you’d get your fill first. You bit down on Renfield’s throat, harder than before, his cock jerking at the sensation. The pleasing feeling came once again, causing the pathetic man to whine loudly. He felt like a slut, a dirty slut, to be saying such things. To be making such noises.

“I am going to need to hear you say it, Mr. Renfield.” You teased him, reaching further and taking all of him in the palm of your hand. This caused an explicit groan to fall from his lips, halting to a pathetic croak. “I’m going to need to hear what you want me to do.”

“Please touch my cock. Make me cum. Make me cum from your touch and your touch alone! I crave it, I crave you, master! Please! God, help me, please!”

“Oh, my beloved.” They cooed, beginning to stroke his cock up and down. “Yes, good boy. Look at you.” He let out another pathetic whine, happily sighing as he felt he was getting his way. But he was wrong. Closer and closer he felt to his climax, the feeling of his master’s palm enclosing his cock was too good, he felt the buildup too quickly. Pairing that with the feeling of euphoria clouding his thoughts from all the bites, the sucking of his neck, he teetered so close to the edge he almost couldn’t tell he was about to spill any second.

“So good for me. So good for your master… although, you’ve seemed to have gotten one thing wrong.”

Renfield’s eyes widened from their half lidded state, feeling their hand tighten around his cock. That’s it, that’s it! Just, just some more..! He did not care what he’d gotten wrong, he had no idea. All Renfield knew was that you were touching him perfectly.

“Why… there is no God. He’s not going to be able to save you.” Your stroking slowed until your hand retracted from his trousers. He let out a cry, as if wounded, panting desperately in confusion and exhaustion and desperation to cum. Just on the brink, vision painted in black and white.

“No! Master, master no no, no! Please!” Renfield was out of options, he could only cry out and plead, hoping you would take pity on him. “Please finish this! I can’t.. I can’t..!”

Both of your hands grabbed his face, pulling him into a deep and intoxicating kiss. Mainly to shut him up, adorable as he is, you couldn’t listen to his pathetic whining any longer. Tasting his own blood on your tongue caused Renfield to roll his hips, grabbing out with no control. You truly were intoxicating, he couldn’t get enough. You frowned, he was not listening. You must teach him again how to listen.

Then you whistled sharply. Renfield seized, taking back his hands as if he’d been shocked. “But, master… I…”

“Turn around.” His eyes widened once more. Oh, oh benevolent master! He obeyed, turning around to find himself being pushed against an old piano. His neck was still dripping blood, no doubt driving you crazy, but you knew better than to give into the blood lust.

He looked pathetic. You realized… you must give your slave what he needs. Some release, some solace.

“Do what you know how to do, slut.” Renfield moved almost automatically, he unclasped his suspenders and dropped his trousers with the snap of your fingers. Then your fingers, grabbing at his thighs to separate them, touched him softly. The coldness of the piano had Renfield’s cockhead twitching, he softly whimpered in need.

“Please. Please, master, oh please. Make me undone. Finish what you’ve started...” You wet your pointer and middle finger with your tongue and with your other hand, you shoved him closer onto the piano. His face squished hard against the wood as you got down on your knees, and inserted a finger into his hole.

His legs twitched, separating more to the point he looked so pathetic taking your finger so easily. His hands stayed above his head, balling into fists as he struggled against riding back on his master’s fingers.

“Good boy, Renfield. You know better. Let me make you feel perfect, hm? You’ve served me well enough.” Your finger slipped back out, before they slowly inserted back in, two this time. You began thrusting your fingers softly, squelching noises filling the room with the filthy deed. His legs shook, their fingers reaching deep inside.

Then you hit the spot, the spot that made Renfield see stars. Upon finding it, you grinned, running your other hand up his shaking thigh. “That’s it, good boy. Take my fingers like the slut you are. Hmm. Am I touching you just right? Is that why you are shaking like a leaf? Are you gonna cum all over the floor, Mr. Renfield? Are you going to cum with my fingers in your ass?”

“Such dirty words, master.. I—“ He cried out, legs shaking horribly at the feeling of his master touching that one spot again. And your free hand wrapping around and stroking his sensitive cock. Renfield had no idea what he’d done to have you believe such a reward was worthy, but he prayed to a god that didn’t exist that it would happen again.

“Are you close, Renny? Are my fingers touching you so good you can’t stand?” Yes. It was true. All of his weight was being layered into the piano lid, Renfield was unable to keep himself up-right at all.

“Y-Yes master! Ohhh, master. Once, once more—that’s—!”

One more thrust inside one more curl of your fingers, one more stroke to his pink and leaking cock, all had him cumming violently. His legs shook with an intensity, having no control over himself or the way he stood. He might as well have collapsed into himself.

“M-Master! Fuucckk!!” He cried, but the pleasure didn’t stop. His master kept stroking, kept thrusting, kept curling. He felt lost to your touch, entire body shaking from overstimulation when he felt the knot in his belly tie again, all too quickly. “Master please! I can’t take it! I’m, I’m, I—“

He felt his cock twitch again, kicking to spill his seed all over the large, marble floors. He whimpered and cried out to his master, who removed their fingers, yet kept milking his cock for all Renfield was worth.

“Good boy, Renfield. How was that, my meal?”

#renfield #renfield smut #renfield x reader #dracula 1931 #renfield 1931 #robert montague renfield #r.m. renfield #dwight frye

[mx-lamour]

Costuming Strahd: Part 1 An "I thought too hard about this" adventure.

I recently picked up some fabric for Strahd (because you know I gotta dress up when my players eventually come to dinner).

A "fine black linen" for the shirt (from here if you want to grab some for yourself), and a black jacquard chenille (kind of a mid-weight upholstery fabric) for a classy vest.

I started doing some visual research on traditional clothing in Slavic and Southeastern European regions, hungrily compiling whatever I could find to build some pattern recognition.

Having a little bit of trouble reconciling traditional peasant garb with "but what would nobility wear" and "what year is it", plus the obvious influence of Dracula and his early cinematic adaptations on descriptions of Strahd von Zarovich (which are decidedly Western), and the need to remind myself that I am building a fantasy costume not some historical reenactment.

1937 print of a Wallachian peasant vs. a portrait of Vlad Țepeș noted 1466

The vague description from I, Strahd: The War Against Azalin gives me a neat little list of his layers: "cloak, outer coat, embroidered vest, and . . . a very fine black linen shirt."

The "outer coat" threw me. I suppose it shouldn't have. But it didn't quite mesh with the Ottoman influences in Vlad Țepeș portraits nor the stout vest and almost oversized coat ensembles I'd been looking at in peasant images from Romania and Hungary. Instead, that kind of layering really read Western Europe to me, so I was shunted directly back to Christopher Lee's portrayal of Dracula (in which his costume really is black-on-black-on-black, apart from the barest hint of a white shirt beneath the squarely Victorian suit, which easily consists of both a vest and jacket and, in this case, a cape).

Side note: Nowhere have I (yet) found mention of any sort of necktie. Just the Bela Lugosi style crest (but on a gold chain, not a ribbon).

There's just something about that 1930s white tie, folks. Mm.

Anyway, I figured it was safe enough to start with Strahd's shirt. Well... but, herein lies still the same conundrums: shirts aren't all the same spanning eras and regions. I did stumble on this, though:

I love me a pattern.

What I like about this in particular is that it's structured in a way that makes me believe Strahd was inspired by a man who lived in the 1400s. These sort of blocky, pieced shapes were how shirts were commonly built throughout much of history, with various amounts of gathering and whatnot, so it could be pretty versatile in terms of "what year is it".

I like the embroidery on the neck, cuffs, and over the shoulders. And I like that the split in the neckline is centered. I've seen examples with the split at the side of the embroidery panel that are really intriguing, but while a few have been noted as Ukrainian or Polish, most of the examples I've seen have been Russian, and I'm trying to avoid anything overtly Russian. (Russian garb is yummy, but it's not Barovian.)

The lighting on that third one is either ominous, suggestive, or both.

What I don't like is the open sleeve ends. There are certainly worse offenders (there are some HUGE open sleeves in some of the folk ensembles, like, unconscionably long and billowy), but even this kind of straight sleeve doesn't feel... I don't know... organized enough for Strahd.

I have a Viking style shirt with straight open sleeves like this, and it bothers me to no end. The material over the thin part of my forearms and wrists is floppy. It crumples and rides up (maybe they're just too big overall, but that's a risk to consider). I usually just roll them up to my elbows to have done with it, but that's a move for casual wear. I could see Alek Gwylim sporting open sleeves, but not Strahd. Strahd needs cuffs. Or if not cuffs, the kind of sleeve that narrows tight around the forearm and probably has at least a dozen buttons running up the length of it... but that's hardly practical, either, is it? Strahd treads that infuriating middle ground somewhere between comfortable and elaborate.

So anyway, I'm probably going to enlarge the sleeves. Not a lot; just enough to get a little bit of that "poet shirt" gathering on the shoulder and allow some extra movement in the elbow. And it's going to have cuffs that button around the wrist. Turning it into something a little more suggestive of the Renaissance (though I'm sure as hell not adding ruffles; I'm sure Strahd would think them frivolous).

Side note: Cuffed sleeves are not unheard of in folk garb from Romania and surrounding areas, but it still felt like a very deliberate choice to make. There's certainly a noticeable trend of open-sleeve styles, especially in Transylvania, if I understand correctly.

That first image is from I Do Declare. Great stuff.

Ultimately, the slightly tucked, cuffed sleeve should also bleed well enough into late-1800s suit territory, at least in spirit. The sleeves should have the approximate volume as (or perhaps a little more than) a modern button-down shirt.

Little concept sketches.

Building up from the body, the vest is the next most important thing (aside from pants, but I'm just looking at his torso for the moment; you can fake good pants, especially at the table).

Whatever happens, I knew the vest should be at least these two things: black, and embroidered. Why not blackwork on black fabric? And, since I've picked out a jacquard fabric that already has some texture to it, let's just keep piling on that subtle intrigue. That's right: get up close and personal, look at that mesmerizing detail... lol.

I do not have an actual plan for any of the embroidery yet. That's a problem for future me. (Good luck, sucker.) What I would like to do, vaguely, is take some of the traditional/folk embroidery from that southeastern region and combine it with more western Victorian elements. Haphazardly span worlds to mimick the elvolving lore.

Soutache, anyone?

The style of the vest I sketched out is based on the below examples of traditional Romanian outfits (from what region, I have no idea). The nubby little lapels reminded me of late Victorian waistcoats (which button up rather higher on the breast than modern suits), but with the added fun of a standing collar. That thick black embellishment also caught my eye, of course.

Look at that dapper little guy.

I would like the vest to be more fitted, though, rather than the boxy, open-front (and often sheepskin or fur-lined) style of traditional peasant dress.

Along a similar vein as "the man needs cuffed sleeves", having a more tailored vest seems practical and organized. Crisp might be the word I was looking for. And he's a lord, he can afford the extra effort. A fitted waistcoat would also play along with the little fantasy Renaissance lean and nods to Victorian fashion.

Strahd said trunk hose were a thing of the past, but made no mention of doublets one way or the other.

That's it for now. I was definitely just going to do a quick intro this morning, but here it is, evening again. Joy of joys. This is my work.

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[Next - Costuming Strahd: Art Addendum]

#lamour dms cos #costuming barovia #strahd von zarovich #inspired by dracula #curse of strahd #strahd cosplay #barovia #ravenloft #fashion history #folk costume #costume things #dear god am i actually blogging

[elslovers]

i neeeeed need abby to make me feel better about having such a shit dad. as someone currently coming to terms with just how much their dad sucks i just know abs would be such a good comfort.

summary: fathers day is easily the hardest day of the year for you it weighs heavy on you every single year but thankfully this year you have abby

authors note: this was such a sweet one to write fathers day can be really hard for a lot of people including myself so I hope this helps and warms yalls heart like it did mine and too anyone else who can relate fuck dads

YOUR DESERVING

“fuck him"

you mutter, throwing your phone down against the bed and ignoring the pile of texts from your girlfriend Abby was going to have to wait it was taking all your mental energy not to grab your phone again and shatter it against the wall

your phone screen lights up again, and you peer at the text through tear filled eyes

abby <3 : I'm headed to my dad's. Can you just let me know your okay?

and you want to tell her you are you want to so bad, but you've never been able to lie to Abby, so you settle on a thumbs-up reaction and turn off your phone until the miserable Day is over because, in all honesty, if you see one more happy father-daughter duo posting photo collages of them, it might just kill you

fathers Day always makes you feel small

but this year was unbearable. In years passed, and you would send a card out for your dad in the post, send him a text, maybe even ask if he wanted to come over and have dinner

but this year, you sat idly by refusing to act as though he was ever anything resembling a father because now you know good and well he isn't seeing Abby with her dad solidified in your mind that that what you had wasn't that of a father at all you'd spent your whole life desperately trying to earn his love his praise his attention but after seeing how freely Abbys dad gives it you knew none of this was supposed to be this hard

and it hurt it hurt so much more than you could explain

you spent your Day in the safety of your apartment, growing out of the noise of your mind with whatever mindless sitcom peaked fancy at any given hour

you tried not to let it hurt

you knew it was wrong to ignore Abby the way you had, but you didn't want your issues seeping Into what for her was a happy day, but you never could lie to her so avoiding the situation seemed to be your best bed

it all ached. It was a dull type of pain that came in harsh flashbacks to your childhood, all the waiting by the phone hoping he would call just to be let down all the birthdays he ignored all the times you were supposed to visit that he just ignored

it affected you greatly left you questioning your worth at every single turn

if he didn't want you how could anyone else right?

abby was aware of this she saw how intensely his lack of presence in your life and the hell he gave you when he was had shaped you she watched you second guess your every move you made it broke her heart watching the girl she loved so much hurt all because he didn't show up how you deserved

it felt impossible to untangle the version of him he made you into from who you actually wanted to be

but abby wanted to help you

she had to help you

Abby palmed her keychain flipping through them until she found the key to your apartment before unlocking the door

and oh did her heart ever break at the sight

you were tangled up in blankets a crying mess as you clutch a mug of what she has to assume is not tea judging by the half empty bottle of vodka on the counter

seeing her girl so broken up was enough to bring her to tears

"abby..." god you hated how weak your voice sounded so sad you hated that he still had this power over you that after all these years that his grip was still strong enough to make you break

"oh oh honey hi..." she spoke gently making her away over to settle beside you on the couch her voice was gentle but her mind trying and failing to suppress the violence she wanted to inflict on the man who made you like this she wanted to ruin him how he tried to ruin you and show him that regardless of how horrible he was to you you still turned out so well that regardless of all the darkness he inflicted on you you were still the brightest person she knew

"today is the worst day" you muttered and she felt her heart break a little harder "all I ever wanted was for him to be around and there has to be a whole goddamn day to remind me that he wasn't that lots of other girls got what I didn't that of whatever reason I just wasn't good enough to deserve a dad"

Abby never thought about it quite like that how truly painful this Day must be for you seeing all the girls including her with their gold star dads and here you have been all Day drowning your sorrows in liquor and sitcoms wondering why you didn't deserve a dad lie everyone else got

"oh angel" abby cooed out her arm hand covering the expanse of your cheek as she pulled you into her side determined to offer you all the comfort she could "you deserved a dad you deserved more then just a dad you deserved someone who showed up for you who held you when you cried and loved you the way you deserve he never took care of you and he's a fuckin pussy but i'm gonna take care of you do you understand? im gonna fix what he broke baby and one Day your gonna see how deserving of that you are"

you didn't know how bad you needed her words until she spoke them but you needed them oh so badly you trusted abby she was the only dim guiding light you had left in this world and if she said you were going to be okay you knew you would

#abby anderson #IRISWRITES #Modern!abby #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson au #abby tlou #abby Andersen x fem!reader

[hikari3601]

Adore You

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Pairing | Kaeya x Reader

Author’s Note | Is this tiny bit melodramatic? Yes, yes it is.

CW/TW | Self hate, insecurities, gossip mongers(?) and maybe a sprinkle of depression if you squint.

His whisper carried a promise of love and he watched as you looked straight into his gaze -his still searching for your surety. "I would never, in all my lives, leave your side unless you want me to."

It was seldom at first; the way your smile would fall quicker than it had risen, but as time went on the dullness in your eyes became more prominent until Kaeya struggled to even find a semblance of the light that once shone within their depths.

He would ask you about it in his drunken stupor, wondering if he was the reason behind your forced laughs and now-quiet dinners, yet your response was always the same; you’d offer him a light peck to his forehead and a shake of your head, accompanied by a slight smile that never reached the curve of your cheeks.

Yes, he was intoxicated, but anyone could have easily noticed. The contrast between what was and what is was just too prominent. So he did everything in his power to restore your smile, leaving for work later after remembering that conversation some months ago about how you never really see him in the morning. Archons, he even reduced his drinking just to get home earlier, but nothing genuinely removed the shadows from your gaze.

He returned home much earlier than the new usual, hands filled with goods -ingredients for your favourite meal. Ready to surprise you with a day filled with the joy you so deserved, but when a distant sob followed the sound of the shutting door behind him, Kaeya was quick to find its source —you.

Staring into the listless reflection of yourself, the tears you so desperately endeavoured to wipe away replaced one another with a speed you just couldn’t comprehend.

In the next moment, you felt arms gingerly circling your waist —set on pulling you closer towards their body.

“I’m alri—”

A cool breath began to fan the length of your neck as he spoke.“Please don’t hide your suffering any more.”

Your voice was thick with tears and sorrow when you muttered a quiet apology.

“Tell me what I should do to make you happy again.” He pleaded, turning your body to face him.

Refusing to meet his begging eyes, your response was nothing more than a slight shake of your head.

“C’mon Starlight. I’m sure we can get through this together. I hate seeing you hurt.”

The hands that once rested on your hips moved to cup your chin, his thumbs gently wiping away the last of your tears as you leaned into his touch, your own hands moving to hold his own.

You felt the light pressure of his forehead against yours before he moved to kiss the lines beneath your eyes. “If you truly don’t want to tell me that’s ok, but please, let me do something to help you, Y/N.”

With a slow breath of air filling your lungs, you finally caved into his soft caresses. Your lips splitting as you prepared to speak, and Archons when you did, Kaeya felt his heart ache.

“I can’t stand myself anymore,” You admitted, tears welling in your eyes once more.

The captain wasn’t a fool, oh he was well aware of the rumours floating between the gossip mongers of Mondstadt: how he had left his last lover for being too insecure.

It was a complete lie spun by a spiteful ex and no one ever cared enough to verify the stories, as a result, the rumour changed with every mouth it came into contact with until Kaeya was shocked to find out that he had left all eight -a completely false number as you were his third lover- of his exes because he couldn’t tolerate their insecurities.

“You heard the rumours?” He asked, taking a step back to get a good look at your face, but your silence was all he needed to confirm his suspicion.

“Tell me Starlight,” He whispered as he rotated you again. Eye set on your downcast one, “What don’t you like about yourself?”

“I swear I won’t leave you for not loving yourself.” he added when he saw the way your eyes flickered between his and your reflection.

You studied yourself with a hardness that was chillingly similar to the way Kaeya used to scrutinise himself; rooting a deep sadness within his chest at the sight. He waited for you to speak, allowing you to take your time.

When you eventually spoke, telling him of all the features you now disliked about yourself he was quick to list their beauties and perfections, why he adored your so-called flaws and just to prove his points he made sure to tell you of his fondest memories related to the things that caused your self-loathing until you were left flustered.

You finished breathlessly. Silently listening as Kaeya asked you to point out at least three things you liked about yourself as he allowed his fingers to run across the surface of every feature you named.

Your list grew -only to feel the blissful sensation of his skin against yours and when you were done he turned you around with a soft smile and lowered his head again until you were a mere breath apart.

"Should I continue?"

His whisper carried a promise of love and he watched as you looked straight into his gaze -his still searching for your surety. "I would never, in all my lives, leave your side unless you want me to."

#🍁.content book #genshin impact #genshin fic #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin angst #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin kaeya #kaeya angst #kaeya fluff #kaeya x reader

[akiranzee]

Akaza, kokushibo and Muzan with a racecar driver! reader? Yes, its a dangerous sport but reader knows what they are doing and knows how to get out of situations like that. maybe reader shows their scars from previous accidents they were involved in that that taught them how to do better?

🏎️ • ° ` — “SCARS”

-> PAIRINGS: akaza, kokushibo, muzan kibutsuji x gn!racecar driver!y/n (separated) -> SUMMARY: You show them the “ugliest” parts of your body. -> WORD COUNT: 1.1k+ -> CONTAINS: fluff, little angst, comfort, reader treats scars as ugly (kokushibo’s part), cringe warning? (muzan’s part), ex problems (kokushibo’s part), akaza is an MMA fighter, suggestive, swearing, akaza is insecure, scar kink (muzan), & akaza, kokushibo, and muzan is 30, while reader is 26. -> A/N: modern au!! IDK MUCH ABT RACECAR DRIVING, BUT I TRIED😭. (i think i went too far degrading u guys)

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★ • ° ` — AKAZA:

The night was cold enough to say that you felt like you were naked, standing in the middle of the snow when you literally had a jacket embracing your figure.

Today’s event to say the least, was exhausting. Especially when your lover, Akaza, swore that he’d watch today’s race, but he didn’t come due to an emergency.

Speaking of which, as you looked up from your phone, your eyes adjusting at the dim surrounding for a minute, before finally seeing Akaza in his black car, smiling at you and eyes that literally said “sorry”.

You sighed in relief as the cold night is about to end once you’ve step foot into his car, the warmness will now embrace you.

“Sorry, I wasn’t able to watch today’s race. How’d it go? Did my darling ace it again?” He softly chuckled as he patted your head, whilst starting to rev up the car.

“Mm. I did. It was exhausting. How about you? What happened?” You asked back, as you placed your hand on his thigh.

“Eh, nothing. Just the boss telling me I needed to go to USA for another match.” Akaza answered nonchalantly.

“Wha- you’ll go...?” The worry and sadness in your eyes was visible enough for Akaza’s nonchalant face turn into something of a frown.

“Of course not. I declined the offer. I’m never leaving you, ever.” Your sadness immediately faded, as happiness filled your face that made Akaza chuckle of how obvious it is.

“But... won’t it affect your career? I mean — MMA fighters from USA are usually big shots nowadays..” Your concern comes back again, hesitation filling your mind completely, afraid he might change his mind.

“I’m a big shot myself. Besides, if they’re that desperate, they’d be more than willing to get over here.” It only made you chuckle, remembering just how stubborn your beloved could be.

~~~~~

Reaching your home, you and Akaza shared dinner, bath, and a bed.

This whole month was a busy month, so you guys never get to have the time to do it.. But, that doesn’t stop you.

“‘Kaza, um.. it’s been long, you know... that we uh.. did it..” You fiddled and intertwined your fingers with redness that showed your embarrassment.

Akaza, too, figured it out naturally, his cheeks tinged with light pink too. Akaza wanted too, but he remembers; a scar that lays flat on his abdomen.

It was a newly wound he got a week ago, during training. It was safe to atleast say; that he was embarrassed and ashamed of it.

He is a big shot MMA fighter, after all. He is a veteran and a pro in this field of sports. So, having to just such a mistake slip that easily is just beyond failure.

You could see the hesitation in his eyes, perhaps you thought he was getting a little shy about it as for how long you guys couldn’t do it.

So, you initiated the first move: you climbed up the bed, and took his shirt off. It caught him off guard, but he stopped you midway. But it was too late. You had already seen the scar lying atop his abdomen.

Akaza felt ashamed, wanting the bed to swallow him up. But in the middle of it all, your finger that traced his scar smoothly... made him think otherwise.

“Akaza... are you... ashamed of this?” The ticklish feeling of having your finger run over his scar multiple times comforted him.

He nodded shyly, not expecting this to happen. What he did not expect more, was how many scars you gained over the lapse of one month, as you undressed in front of him.

His eyes widened, as there were no scars before on your chest, stomach, and waist.

“I’ve also gained a lot of them.. hehe.” You smiled sheepishly, embarrassed, but at the same time, proud at the result of all your hardworks.

Akaza too, traced the outline of your scars. They were bigger than his. He looked at you with curiousity in his eyes, why would someone as good and best as you have this much scars.

“I may be good and all but... I’m still improving. It hurts, but these scars remind me of my journey of being here now. After all, without these, and you, I wouldn‘t be here and win today’s race.” Slowly, your arms snaked and wrapped around his neck, the so little space between the both of you was tempting to not close it in.

Maybe, having a scar wasn’t so bad at all. Especially when you both are matching with one of your scars laying atop your abdomen too.

“So... shall we continue now?”

★ • ° ` — KOKUSHIBO:

As the crowd went wild and cheered, you stood outside your car and waved at the people who love you so much.

As you were waving, you looked amongst the crowd and immediately found a certain black-haired color male with red tips. A smile crept up to your face, and your fans’ screams got louder and louder.

~~~~~

As you were in the locker room, you changed your clothes in front of the mirror. Upon taking off your top, you stopped midway as you just remembered how ugly your body looked.

You turned your back against the mirror, and immediately took off your bottom too.

You could never look at yourself the same way ever again, even after that accident. The scars on your back and stomach, served only as a failure. You’re the best, the top of all racers in the world. How can you allow a failure such as this...?

It’s beyond helping. Your body looked rotten from top to bottom. What would your fans think if they saw you like this? Would they cheer the same way as they did a while ago? Or would they change and look at you with disgust?

The slow forming pain on the tip of your finger as you traced the innumerable scars on your body, made you scrunch in disgust. What if Kokushibo were to see this? How would he react? After all, the both of you’ve ever only done it with lights off, as you feared he’d see this madness. What if he found out this was the main reason why? Would he still love you as he always did? Or would he turn his back around as your past lovers did?

It scares you to the brim that you’d be willing to plastic surgery every single inch of you. Maybe those ghastly, scary thoughts would fade — and he’d continue loving you, right? You’d be able to do it with the lights on, you’d finally get to take the shower together, or bathe at the beach freely with a bikini. Yes, that’s right. You have enough money for plastic surgery, you’ll only need to find a good surgeon, and you’ll no longer feel this way, right? Yes, you should-

“What’s taking you so long?” Your desperate thoughts were cut off, as you heard a voice. The voice you wish was never there.

Immediately, you turned around, facing the man you love, and feared. God, fuck. Why now? Why did he need to come in now? Talk about bad timing, he was looking at your body, your rotten scarred body.

Immediately, you turned your back on him, and covered your hideous body, causing you to face the mirror instead. “W-What are you doing here...?” The fear has started, it‘s starting to eat you up so badly, that you stuttered with nervousness, and shook in fear. He was not supposed to see you like this, god. Did you even lock the door? How could you forget? Anyone — not just Kokushibo, but anyone can come inside and see your hideous body, with the face of digust.

Kokushibo notices, maybe he even knows — that you’ve always feared this day to come. But does he even care? No. He doesn’t.

His keen, observant eyes have seen the fear everytime you look at him when you’re doing “it”. Everytime you do it, you always prefer to turn the lights off. Yet you feared brownouts or blackouts, as the darkness that lurks gives you nightmares.

He wraps his arms behind you, covering the scars on your body.

It took you aback, but the man had always loved you for who you might be, and who you were gonna be.

Your eyes watered. Then tears started to spill from your eyes. You were ashamed, and embarrassed.

How could you ever think of him like that?

That’s right... Kokushibo was never one to prefer looks over personality. He had always preferred you, no matter who you might be. No matter how rotten your body is, how scars covered all the inches of your body, and how you might change because of it.

But he never mind, because as long as it was still you, he would still be him, the one who loves you so much.

Kokushibo was never good with his words, so he’d shown it through his actions.

That night, the both of you didn’t sleep, as he had proved just how much he loved you, now with the lights on.

★ • ° ` — MUZAN:

You: 1 attachment sent You: muzieee i got a new scar😭😭👊👊 Zanzan: What happened? You: i accidentally fell off my bike😐😐 Zanzan: Bike? You: im trying biking, since DOUMA HERE WONT BELIEVE IK HOW TO DRIVE BUT NOT BIKE🤬🤬🤬 You: 1 attachment sent You: see that big ass scar? You: YEAHH THATS HIS FAULT Zanzan: Well Zanzan: That’s hot You: MUZAN WTF🤬🤬🤬

Muzan was your beloved, he was a businessman as well as a politician. His busy day and self could barely give you enough time in person. But he never fails to answer your messages in less than one second, even if he is a busy man.

For some reason, Muzan always adored and loved your scars, even if they looked horrid.

Last time you remembered, you look at your scars as a remembrance of failure and shortcomings. But thanks to him, pleasuring you every night he comes home, along with him pressing loving kisses against your scars, and him asking scar pictures of yours everytime he’s away.

That’s why, you could never look at your scars the same way again, for he loves them as much as he loves you, and as much as you love him.

a/n: i think i did muzan no justice here (his is WAY too short)

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[meanferalbutch]

The way I want to be taken down a peg by a hot femme. Everyone sees me in my leathers and my boots and my tattoos and you in your bright colorful clothes and they think they know what happens behind closed doors. Depending on the day and the assumption, they might even be close to right.

But some days you want to be the tough one. I don’t like to give up power easily, so you plan your attack with precision. Maybe you let me take you out to dinner, let me be chivalrous and pull your chair out and pay for the check. Let me spend all night teasing you slyly and draping off of my arm like youre coy. We both know that’s not the case, but we also know it makes me feel confident to get to make the first move. After a lovely night of showing you off and working me up we head home to the bedroom.

You wear something pretty and silky and lay in the bed, looking like a masterpiece. You hold me close and kiss the spot on my neck that makes me shiver and tug on my short hair and that makes me gasp. After a while you lay back and pant, giving me the look that tells me I better leave and come back to bed with something nice and big to fill you up with. So I do, reaching into nearby drawers and grabbing a collection of things: a harness, one of my more impressive dicks, lube, a condom. I set my self up, slowly and luxuriously pulling the straps tight and stroking my dick in front of you like I’m a performer, teasing you as much as I possibly can. You even let me get underneath you, starting to ride on my thighs and stomach, letting my hands wander.

Right as I’m rubbing my dick in between your thighs and I’m guiding your hips you suddenly grab my wrists and pin them by my head. I gasp at the sudden change in power dynamic and my head swims a bit at the way you look at me. Somethings changed in you, and I can tell you’ve taken on a new goal when you grab my strap and start stroking. Not just taking me, but needing a full Conquest. Doing my part to make it harder for you, I again try to move your hips up and onto me, only for my hands to get slapped away and pinned down again.

We both know that if I really wanted to I could flip you over and take what I want, but it’s holding that urge back that fuels how bad I want this. I decide to give up some struggle when I feel you retreat and shuffle your own harness on, pink glistening cock sparkling in the dim light. My eyes widen as I realize exactly how much control you want this evening, and you lean in close to ask if I would like to bottom tonight. When I answer it’s overwhelmingly positive, but incredibly quiet, so you take your hand with your red tipped nails and slap me across the face. I gasp again, and over my panting I can make out you telling me to ask nicely when I want to get something nicely.

So I do. I take all of my hangups about not being masculine enough, feeling like I have to be in charge, feeling like I can’t show this side of myself, and I shove them out the open window our next door neighbors can surely hear me from. I shudder and blush, but I sit up proudly when I ask you to make me your bitch. So you flip me over, fucking all the way into me from behind in one smooth motion as I cry out. You hold onto my dick, determined to keep it from swinging there uselessly and start to stroke it and grind into my cunt, and all I can do is hold onto the blankets until my knuckles go white. I can feel you fucking the fight out of me with each thrust and every single “good boy, good boy, good boy” timed perfectly in sync.

When I eventually do come it’s so loud that I’m now 100% positive the neighbors heard us, but I’m too sweaty and fucked out to care.

MEN MINORS AND TERFS FUCK OFF

#mine #I write a lot of embarrassing stuff #this feels like the most embarrassing for some reason 🙈 #probably from aforementioned hang ups #butch bottom #butch sub #butch4femme #or hey if you’d like you can change a few things and bam #this makes me CRAZY to think about #especially getting my dick stroked while I’m getting fucked. gold almighty #lesbian nsft #so nsft #incredibly so

[hannieluvsyou]

Drift Away. (Part One)

Xu Minghao x Reader (ft. Moon Junhui)

description: wherein your love for him slowly fades into blurry lines, and he realizes too late.

genre: angst

warnings: unrequited feelings (for now), swearing, Minghao is painfully oblivious

note: : I apologize in advance for any typos or grammatical errors. (This is also my first time writing angst hihihi). I'm also planning to make multiple parts bc I'm too lazy to write this all in one go.

Xu Minghao. My best friend. My star.

In this world, he is the only thing I have. I cherish him, more than anything but.. It's all one sided.

I give him everything. My time, my attention, my support, everything. But nothing is ever enough for him to see these lines I created that connects us. The lines that hold clarity, sincerety, and love that is meant for him and him only. The love that he failed to comprehend.

I was aware that he never asked for this, but I can't help it. His smile that lights up the whole atmosphere, his laugh that levels with the hymns of the angels in heaven, his heart that's full of warmth. He deserves more than this world has to offer.

But, his heart was out of reach, already beating and seeking for another.

But it's okay. It's not his fault. It's me who keeps on hoping that maybe, maybe things will take a turn. Maybe he might see me, too. It's my fault for letting myself fall in love with him so easily.

It was inevitable though, he's so fucking easy to love! Everything he does holds no flaw, every action carries grace, every word comes out like silk, what's not to love?

Even if I know that my love will continue to rot between us, I find myself still falling for him despite everything.

But.. I don't think I can fall for him any deeper. I had already reached the bottom of this sorrowful pit that I filled with false hope.

The false hope that I clung onto for the past years with him.

Today was the day that I decided to climb out of that pitiful pit.

It was a normal day. Nothing special going on, no events of any kind. Atleast that's what I thought.

I was getting ready to go to the grocery store since I ran out of stuff to eat but suddenly Minghao texted me, saying he needed help with something. Of course I couldn't refuse, it was him after all.

But oh how I wish I could rewind time and decline.

He arrived at my apartment looking clammy and nervous but I could sense some excitement hiding in there. As he flopped down beside me he finally looked at me and said the things that I wish I didn't hear. The words that I wished were aimed at me.

"Please help me confess to Lijuan."

I can feel my heart drop down.

Lijuan. My ex-best friend. How fucking ironic.

She's not only my ex-best friend, but also a backstabbing manipulator who took everything away from me when we were kids. Everyone I talked to back then, suddenly end up vanishing since little miss perfect was bad mouthing me.

I don't know how to feel, I want to disagree but I can't. I want to be selfish, but I had no right.

"Of course." I wanted to fucking cry but his wide grin and sparkly eyes made my lips quirk up a bit.

"Thank you! I knew I could count on you." He sighed in relief and proceeded to bid his goodbyes since he has to prepare for this big moment.

After he left, I was left on the couch alone. I didn't know what to do. I was heartbroken and devastated, yet what right do I have?

I decided to not go to the grocery store anymore since I lost every ounce of my appetite. Minghao said he'll text me the details about his confession, saying he'll take her out to this fancy dinner and break the ice to her.

I wanted to tell him about Lijuan, but I doubt that he'll even believe the shit that she has done to me.

I lay down on my couch and just stared at the ceiling above me, I wanted to cry but no tears came whatsoever.

'Maybe we were never meant to be after all..'

I was about to drift off to sleep but a sudden 'ding!' made me sit up and grab my phone.

Haohao: hey, would you mind picking up the flowers i ordered? They're already paid so u just have to pick them up.

Haohao: [location]

I stare at the message for a bit before typing my response.

You: sure, i don't mind.

Haohao: thanks again, i owe you one.

The things I would do, just because it was you. Damn, this hurts more than I thought.

I begrudgingly stood up and made my way to the location he sent me. It was a cute little flower shop situated beside a park.

As I entered the shop I was immediately greeted by the welcoming scent of flowers.

"Hello, welcome! How can I assist you?" A tall good-looking boy came up to me holding a bunch of roses.

"I'm here to pick up an order for Xu Minghao." I say with a somewhat bitter tone. He seemed to notice, and proceeded to ask, "Sorry for asking but is he your boyfriend? Did you have guys fight? You seem.. sad." He said now putting the roses down.

'Are you supposed to be a therapist or something?' I wanted to say.

"No, he's not my boyfriend and no we didn't fight. Can I just get his order, please?" He sensed that I did not want to dwell on the topic any further and only nodded. He went to the back to pick up the bouquet, I'm assuming.

As I wait for him to return, I'm stuck with my own thoughts. Am I really just giving up on him? It's not like I have a choice, though.

From now on, I think it's best to keep my distance from him and move on.

I can feel my heart drift away, I can hear the string snap between us. The string that failed to hold us together.

Thank you for making me happy, Xu Minghao. It's time to let you go.

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[docholligay]

Holligay Tries Things That Aren't Running: Kettlebell AMPD

The answer is a very obvious, 'Because people like it that way' but I swear to god, working out in groups is just choreography, and, why?

I walk into Kettlebell AMPD after a full week of doing strength classes, and I'm not too proud to tell you: I am beat to shit. I literally put dinner on the table and ran out in my Extremely Noble Quest to win an overpriced and unnecessary kitchen item, after having ran in the morning, and the idea of lifting a weight is not thrilling to me.

But, the only way to get a sticker is to do this class, and I've picked it specifically because it's only 45 minutes, and not an hour, and I am lazy.

The teacher's name is Lacy*. I am worried that she will think I'm a lazy shit, because I have every intention of picking up a 10 pound kettlebell and being a lazy shit. Echoes of Boot Camp haunt my mind. She'll see me for sure.

Then she struggles to tell the teenage boys playing hoops that open gym is over, and I offer to do it.

I grab my ten pound kettlebell. She ain't saying shit.

A kettlebell is essentially a flat-bottomed bowling ball with a handle. I've been in enough classes involving weight to have a rough idea of what is going to go on here, but what I could not have imagined is that the squats and bicup curls and whatnot would be set to the beats of That's What I Call Music: Doc is in and around High School.

I want you to imagine trying to get a serious workout in while you're listening to Fall Out Boy and The All American Rejects. You're doing squats in time the Good Charlotte. Am I the dad rock?? I ask myself. I never listened to this stuff really, but there is nothing like the popular music of your generation being used to inspire a bunch of greying women in t-shirts to make you realize that the greying woman is you, DocDoc.

All of which would have been fine until some other unspeakable mid00s hit came on, and she displayed a motion of making a wide swing with the kettlebell, trading it over at the top of her head, squatting down and passing it to the other hand, again, through her legs.

Like most people just this side of 40, I have a handful of infirmities, my only saving grace being that they were caused by something other than being old: Being an idiot.

When I was about 19, I fell through the floor of an abandoned farmhouse, from the second floor to the first, and have a handful of issues to show for it. A few light scars that most people never notice unless I point them out, a knee that gives me trouble occasionally, an elbow with a weak ligament that gets overtaxed easily, but most interestingly, a hand that drops something if I grip it wrong.

I assume this is some kind of nerve injury, as it's the same hand that loses feeling in two of the fingertips if it gets cold, but I don't know as I've never had the money and inclination to chase down an injury for which the diagnosis will be: Hell of a thing! But what it means is I often have to be thoughtful about the way I lift something with that hand, especially something heavy. I have done it so long that people never notice I do it, and honestly it's generally easy to avoid.

Swinging a kettlebell around my legs and through the air to the beat is PRIME TIME for me to be grabbing something incorrectly and sailing it off into Kelsey's head. I stand there for a moment like an idiot, unsure of what to do. Then i just go grab a 5 pound kettlebell and .5% ass it.

I would say I got nothing out of the class, but in fairness I didn't really give it anything to reinvest, it's not like I was actually trying. I don't think I would do it again though, it was weightlifting without any actual oomph. I would go to that class every week and never get any stronger.

We finished with a stretching session to Jimmy Eat World's song about a dead person.

*Or, as with these (reviews? Thoughts? Pointless asides?) a close enough approximation of her name.

#things that aren't running #I did this like a week and a half ago and forgot to post it

[mambalae-s]

hiiii mamba baby congrats on your 100 milestone !! so proud of u & can’t wait to continue to support you throughout you’re writing journey— you‘re so talented !! ꒰ꕤᐢฅ́˘ฅ̀ᐢ ꒱ྀ ིɞ

hehe you alr know my fav is toji <3 to describe myself, i’m really introverted but when it comes down to it i‘m not scared to speak my mind on certain things! i consider myself pretty hesitant to open up to people sometimes, but once you get to know me i can be primarily down to earth :) i also depict myself as more of a listener than a talker. my love language would definitely be food, quality time, and physical touch. my favorite season would maybe have to be winter !!

for the optional prompt— i‘d say me and toji really likes to do either missionary, full nelson, or doggy too. two kinks i could name would for sure be degradation and praise. i’m always weak when those too mix together >.<

as for a dream date !! hmm, i would probably envision me and toji somewhere out of the country like paris. i’d force him to go sight seeing with me and we would visit all sorts of foreign restaurants and museums— including the louvre museum & eiffel tower too, taking lots of pictures and he keeps them in his wallet just for memories <3

karma thank you so much for requesting with me!! i’ve been so eager to start for you ever since! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ im honoured really to be even writing something for you!! i’ll do my best just as i was up till now to make something that’ll make you happy!

╰┈➤ snowfallen wonders — karma x toji

╰┈➤ song — mami by paloma mami

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when i think of karma and toji, i think of luxury, but also simplistic comfort! i’d think of you two as an it-couple, that pairing that’s so enchanting and kind of mesmerizes everyone around them.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 really, the two of you together can be a bit intimidating! truly a power couple to be admired and revered, you know? all within that, i see the both of you spending most time amongst yourselves too, just enjoying each other’s company.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 toji absolutely loves giving you surprise kisses at any instance and time throughout the day. every now and then, he’ll lean down and press the sweetest kiss against your cheek, then pressing his lips to yours when you turn your head to him!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s so tender and sweet with you i’d like to think in the way he takes care of you. he wants to make sure you’ll never have to worry about absolutely anything at all! he takes to looking after things that you at times don’t give much thought to, and looks after maintaining your shared home so that you’ll be able to rest easily

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 other times, he likes to surprise you with gifts as well! he always buys you beautiful clothes and sweet smelling perfumes, and makes sure that there’s always a fresh bouquet of flowers for you. it’s all so that he can see your bright smile that he’ll tell people lights up even the darkest night

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 while he treats you very much like a queen, he also takes care of you in ways that doesn’t involve spending as well! toji enjoys planning at home dates, like candlelit dinners! a wonderful spread of homecooked food that he lovingly makes for you and glasses of your favourite wines.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 other nights, he looks after drawing warm baths for you, where he’ll gently detangle your hair and scrub your scalp with shampoo, and while you both lean against each other inside your bathtub scattered with fluffy bubbles and rose petals, he’ll gently comb through your hair with your favourite conditioner — and trust and believe, you’ll never have to spend another day worrying about expensive hair care, because toji takes care of it, no questions asked

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’ll take time massaging the products in until your curls and coils are soft and silky, and when you’re both nice and freshened up, he looks forward to wearing face masks with you. it’s his favourite thing in the world feeling your gentle touch rubbing his face with the array of skin care creams that you’d select beforehand, and he’ll always take his chances to press a quick kiss to your lips when you least expect it, sometimes smearing a bit of the products on your mouth!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’ll end up tasting the strange bitterness of your face creams and masks, but it’s so minuscule when you playfully bop his nose in retaliation. he loves to hear the sound of your laughter, and he’ll pull you in and press his forehead against the bare skin of your tummy, kissing you there and whispering that he couldn’t help himself. “you just looked so cute all focused and concentratin’.”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 as toji does, he really enjoys surprising you. the both of you hadn’t ever travelled out of the country before, but you’d spent several late nights in his firm embrace, talking about where you’d both like to go and the things you’d do there. he’d thought that there would be no better place for you to begin seeing the world than paris

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 so! he put some money aside to take you in december. he knows that it’ll be a bit more expensive with the holidays, but he wants to see france at its brightest, with the beautiful lights and snowfall covering everything.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’s so intent on making your travel perfect that he plans to go before it snows, wanting for the both of you to experience the first snowfall. no one knows this but you, but he’s a bit of a sappy romantic! months go by starting in the midst of summer, and he makes sure that everything’s prepared. he books a hotel for you months in preparation, buys the flight tickets, and makes note of everything he sees that he thinks you might like

𓆩ᥫ᭡ in preparation, he finds these amazing online courses to spend time with you so that you can learn some french together! and by the time you’re both booked for your flights and traveling on the way, you both make an agreement to spend most of your flight practicing with all the phrases you’ve learned! id think he’d enjoy seeing you so focused as you put your sentences together, worrying over the gramatical technicalities and verb conjugations that he can’t help but find you irresistibly adorable. he’d lovingly kiss you every now and then and tell you, in french, how proud of you he is

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when your flight lands, toji has a designated chauffeur that takes you both to the hotel right away. he understands that you’d be exhausted after a long journey, especially seeing as you’d really tried your best to stay awake so that you could admire all the lights of the city! however, you’d so cutely fallen asleep on his shoulder, he couldn’t help but to take a photo of you, mouth slightly open as your head bobbed against him.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 it’s on the next morning when your day properly starts! first, you must fill your tummies with the sweetest and fluffiest pancakes and french toast, covered in anything you could dream of! from fruits, maple syrup, chocolate or powdered sugar, or french toasts so big that you think they must be the size of your head all stacked up together!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he knows how you appreciate all different kinds of art forms, so he takes you to many different museums and galleries — from paintings of old, to contemporary displays of portraits and photography, he wants you to truly enjoy the things that so desperately captured your passions. you saw street performers, musicians and singers alike, at nightfall, he takes you to see the eiffel tower!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 it’s as you told him about how it was illegal to take and distributed pictures of the tower at night (is it still? im sure that patent’s passed, right?) when the first snow finally fell. toji wastes no time to pull you in for a sweet kiss, taking your attention from beautiful white flakes to the warmth and softness of his lips. when he pulls away, he says with a quiet and winter missed whisper, that ‘sure it’s corny, but i wanted to kiss you when the first snow fell.’

NSFW HEADCANONS

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 toji loves to make you watch as he destroys you. i’d think there are lots of videos and photos that he has of of himself making you take him in the dirtiest and filthiest positions imaginable

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he’ll tell you what a pretty little slut you are for him while he ruthlessly fucks you from behind, an arm locked around your throat to suspend your trembling body. toji makes sure to capture your lewd expressions, eyes rolled back and your tongue slobbering over your taste on his fingers as you babble obediently how you love his cock, how that pretty pussy of yours was all his to destroy.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 he loves torturing you amidst a rough session by slowing his thrusts, pushing deep into your cunt yet moving so painfully slow that you tearfully beg, willing to do anything just for him

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 when he locks his fingers around your neck, using his other hand to pinch and twist your nipples, he tells you exactly what to say while pressing his hips snug against your ass. he wants you to feel that big cock of his twitching inside your little cunt, all so that you couldn’t think straight and lose all sense of reason

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 “go ‘head, baby… tell daddy what you want, hm?” he’d grin when you tried to struggle or push your ass further against him, only needing to slap one hand against your sensitive breasts to get you to obey. with your pout smushed together by his grasp and eyes streaked with tears, you begged, pure filth pouring from your swollen lips.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 “p-please, daddy…! please, i jus’ wanna cum… want you to keep fucking me, please…!” but even this wouldn’t be enough for toji, sadistic as he is. he’d make you look right at the camera, posing so that your sopping pussy could be seen taking him all the way in while your hands wrapped around his neck to display your tits.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 “i love this cock… love feeling this cock stirring up my pussy! want all your cum pumping inside me till i can’t think of anythin’ else…” and toji, he laughs before he shoves your face down into the mattress and roughly pushes into you, reveling in the way your cunt clenched around him and a wanton cry fell from your lips.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 “thaaaat’s my cute little slut. want daddy’s cock so bad, dontcha? yeah? best believe ill give it to ya… gonna fuck this pretty pussy till it breaks.”

mamba celebrates 100 — jjk and haikyuu selfship event!

#olympia. #aphrodite. #toji smut #toji imagine #jjk smut #jjk imagine #toji drabble #toji oneshot #jjk oneshot #ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ karma! #i hope this will be okay karma!! #im really sorry i kept you waiting all this time!

[lowkeycasanova]

Downtown Seattle

Before y'all clown me for writing something Christmas/winter themed in July...this is old, I wrote is last year. okay

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"Hold my hand."

"I wanna walk by myself daddy."

"I know you do but there's a lot of people around and I don't want you to get lost."

"Okay." She softy agreed and Vinnie managed to hear her voice despite all the noise around them.

Her short legs had some trouble keeping up with his long strides but she didn't mind. There were so many new and exciting things for her to experience. She had so many questions but didn't know what to ask first.

Vinnie led the way, moving through people. The streets of Seattle weren't too busy but there were definitely more people out during this time of year.

The breeze was strong enough to remind you of the season. It also brought the gray sky but that wasn't anything new. You were at home taking the day to yourself and Vinnie decided to go out and do some shopping with y'all's daughter. He could have easily ordered online but wanted to go out and see the lights, see the snow on the ground, and get a warm drink.

When the two of them weren't in the stores, they just strolled on the sidewalk. He could tell she was enjoying her time. Swinging their hands and skipping when there weren't a lot of people. They ooh'd and ahh'd every time they passed a set of decorations on display.

He felt his body warm up as soon as they entered the the candle shop. Vinnie turned to his little girl and adjusted her beanie.

"You warm enough?"

She nodded.

He took pride in the outfit he picked out for her. She was in a white puffer jacket from the North Face that made her look like a little marshmallow. And her beanie matched his but hers had a fuzzy ball at the top.

"What's that daddy?" She asked and pointed to the object on the shelf.

"It's a candle. You know that what mama has at home with the little tiny fire in the middle?"

She nodded once again and her curious eyes looked around the store.

"I want your help picking one out but I want you to pinky promise me something."

Her finger immediately raised up, ready to promise her dad whatever.

Vinnie chuckled and linked his pinky with hers. "Gotta promise not to tell mama, okay? It's a surprise."

"I promise."

They both kissed their thumbs in unison, making them both giggle at the gesture.

"That's my girl."

She walked behind him as he walked around but rose to her tip toes whenever Vinnie would allow her to smell one. Vinnie trusted her opinion. She would get excited at the ones that smelled like cupcakes or brownies but that's only because she loved desserts.

He picked out ones specifically for you and the others he thought just because they would generally smell good at the house.

The sun was setting by the time they stepped out onto the sidewalk again. The lights around the trees illuminated the area like a scene out of a movie. The little girl looked around in awe and the lights reflected back in her eyes. Sometimes Vinnie wishes he could see the world from her point of view.

They walked for a little while longer until Vinnie realized how late it was getting. But there was just one more stop.

"How about we get a snack before we go home?"

She would never deny that and happily followed him into Starbucks. There was a line at the counter but not a lot of people in the area. Vinnie picked her up and rested her in his hip. She didn't complain because Vinnie was warm and she laid her head on his shoulder.

They quietly talked about what they would get, what they would share. Maybe even get something they haven't tried before.

After picking a basic order, they went and sat at the table in the corner with their hot chocolate and cake pops.

"Thank you daddy."

"Your welcome."

Her legs swung high in the chair and they brainstormed what they wanted to do after dinner. Her eyes were drawn to the people outside and Vinnie sneakily took pictures of her and sent them to you.

You replied back with, come home, I miss y'all!

The car ride home was fun. She sang her own version of Jingle Bells, doing her best even though she was getting some of the words wrong. Vinnie didn't care though. It was hard not to look in the rear view mirror and see the smile on her face.

After fumbling with the keys and bags in his hands, he guided the little girl inside and saying, "Go find mama."

"Is that my favorite girl I hear?" Your voice echoed in the kitchen.

She squealed and ran to you, her face in your legs. You hugged her back, squeezing her thick coat and swaying back and forth.

Your eyes trailed up from your husbands shoes and you saw the bags in his hands.

"Don't look." He laughed and tried to put them behind his back.

"Did you have fun?" You asked, turning your attention back to the girl.

Vinnie had walked away for a second to put the stuff down.

"Yeah, we shared a snack." She said and remembered the pinky promise, not saying anything else about what she had seen.

Vinnie came back with his hands free, ready to greet you.

"How about you take off your coat and shoes so you can be ready for dinner?"

She ran off to her room and you stood up. Your body immediately being engulfed by Vinnie's. You relaxed his his arms, his head resting against yours before kissing it.

"I missed you." He said.

"Aw was it bad?"

"No," he shook his head. "She was great, it was just cold."

You smiled and kissed his flushed cheeks. You moved over to his lips, listening out for your daughter to make sure you go go a little further, but her voice called out for help and you had to break away.

Vinnie nudged you to go to her. He ran a hand over your arm before you walked away and he turned to the stove to where you had been cooking.

The conversation of you two in the background kept his attention and warmed his heart.

The holidays were the best and with y'all by his side it couldn't be any better.

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