#free people pullover

[taintedandviolent]

Thinking about quitting. Tumblr is so toxic. I miss the old Tumblr days. {I was literally a kid}

The Sun brings both Life and Death.

[clemssigss]

some of my favourites in my wardrobe 🤍

[latenightdaydreams]

Monster König finds a willing partner for his breeding season.....and maybe found his future wife.

Yesssss💗

Monster!König x Reader (fem)

MDNI🔞

Master List ✍🏽

>cw: fem/afab, monster, oral, p in v

1.7k word count

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You took a short vacation from work, deciding to go into the wilderness to disconnect from civilization for a bit. Having recently ended a six-year relationship, this feels like the start of a new chapter. An independent life free of love or men.

Hours from home you pull up to the camping grounds a few hours before sunset. It’s autumn so there aren’t many people here, thankfully. Once you park, you gather your camping gear, and set off on your journey. The area you’ll be in is isolated clearing deep into the woods.

The leaves crunch under every step you take, your eyes following every small creature you see scurrying past you. You're able to set up your tent before you lose natural light and you make a small fire. For some odd reason, you can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched. From what you know, there are no dangerous animals in the area so you try to relax.

With a pullover on and leggings, you sit near the fire eating and roasting the occasional marshmallow. There are no sounds, not even a cricket in the night. It seems odd, but you’ve never been in this situation before so you once again ignore that gut feeling.

König watches from the shadow of the dark, his glowing blue eyes tracking your every move. You smell exquisite and look like a precious doll. It’s mating season for his kind, and his kind are dying out. Finding a mate is usually futile and ends in him missing the season. Yet, you’re right here. Almost as if you fell into his lap; a fertile female of the human species.

There is a heavy tension in the air as you hear a twig snap. Your eyes dart around in the darkness, unable to see anything. For a moment you hold your breath, trying to listen as closely as you can to make sure some random human wasn’t trying to sneak up on you. Then it happened again. You drop the stick with roasted marshmallows on it and jump up.

“Hello? Who's there?” Your hand reaches for the can of pepper spray on your hip.

There is no response. Only a loud silence and a tension that vibrates through your whole body. You can hear your heart beating but you attempt to appear stoic. There is a small rustling of the leaves before a low growl is heard.

“H- hello?” Fear washes over you as you gaze into the darkness.

“Hallo, Liebling.”

A raspy voice comes from the trees. Heavy footsteps get closer as you slowly back away. With a shaking arm you hold out the pepper spray. Your voice cracks as you attempt to appear stronger than you are.

“I have pepper spray! Don’t come any closer!”

Silence. You don’t move, barely even breathing as you look around. After a few minutes, you begin to think that you’re going crazy, maybe being alone out here isn’t for you after all. Just as you were going to put your pepper spray away, you see glowing blue eyes gazing at you.

König walks out from the darkness, exposing himself to you. The giant creature stands at 8-feet with pale glowing eyes from behind its mask. He walks forward to you with a slow and steady speed as if to not startle you.

For some odd reason, you don’t scream or run away. Your eyes drift up and down the monster’s body, taking note of how muscular it is. A small gasp leaves your lips when you notice he has an erection; his giant cock bouncing off his thigh with each step forward.

The way you’re checking him out doesn’t go unnoticed by him. He’s pleasantly surprised to see how fascinated you appear to be, the fear in your eyes melting away. As he gets closer to you, he realizes how truly tiny you are. You’re nearly half his height; he’s never been with a human before and he’s curious to know what you could feel like wrapped around him.

“König.” His voice sent chills over your whole body.

“König?” You were confused at first until you realized that was his name. “I- I’m y/n.”

“My mate.”

Mate? You don’t respond, just gaze up at him. He lowers himself, kneeling before you. His hands caress your whole body; one of his hands nearly wrapping around your soft stomach. Small hums of satisfaction leaving his lips as he feels your warm body. He buries his nose into the crook of your neck and takes in a deep breath of your scent.

You melt like butter in his arms. All rational thought gone; this odd creature seems to have possessed you into submission. His strong musk consuming your nostrils, but it isn’t unpleasant. He slowly begins to pull up your pullover, exposing your breasts pooling in your bra.

König pulls his mask back, revealing the lower part of his face; his long slimy tongue creeps out and licks along your cleavage. You tremble, letting out a small whimper. His glowing eyes meet yours as he pulls your bra off and licks over your hard nipples.

This feels like a fever dream, monsters aren’t real; this can’t be real. It feels so real though, you can feel your pussy getting wet as his warm body mixes with the odd sensation of his tongue. When he pulls away, he looks at you, standing back up to his full height as he looks around.

“Undress.”

You do what he says, undressing before him and exposing your full body to him. The tip of his cock begins to drip with precum as he thinks of actually being able to breed, to fuck. He walks forward and grabs you, lifting you up into his arms. A small surprised gasp leaves your lips, a rush of excitement consumes you thinking about what is about to happen.

König nuzzles his masked face into yours in an almost affectionate manner. You boldly grab his mask and lift it to see a face almost human like. He pauses for a moment, wondering if you’ll reject him when you see how hideous he is. For a moment you linger saying and doing nothing causing his heart beat to pick up, but then you kiss the side of his face. Your kiss travels over him, down his neck as he kneels again, placing you closer to the fire to keep your small hairless body warm.

You look so tiny underneath him; he could crush you if he wanted to. Such a delicate beautiful human, all for himself. He leaves sloppy kisses over your abdomen, squeezing your thighs as he continues down. Finally, he reaches what he’s desiring most. His hand’s part your legs as he takes time to look at your beautiful pussy. It looks like a flower in bloom, sweet aromas emanating from the nectar glistening in the fire light.

König sticks his tongue out, swiping across your folds and tasting you. A deep growl leaves his throat, you taste like nothing he’s ever had before. The feeling of your trembling legs mixed with your small moans cause his cock to throb. His tongue pushes into your, swirling around as he attempts to get as deep as he can.

His claws dig into your skin as your eyes close letting the pleasure take over your whole body. You grab at the leaves and grass around you as your back arches. This is a new level of pleasure you’ve never felt before. When he pulls his face away you almost whine, desperate for more.

A smile crosses his lips when your gaze is full of desire. You desire him. He moves his body between your legs, kneeling. With one hand he grasps his cock and slaps his heavy cock against your pussy. The size difference is jarring but also exciting. Your tiny body will look beautiful with a full stomach carrying his seed.

“Oh fuck!” You hiss as his cock slowly slips into your cunt.

König presses in slowly to not hurt you. He knew that you’d be tight, but he didn’t know you’d be this tight. A shaky moan leaves him as he watches the way your lips spread to accommodate him. His eyes move to your face as he continues to push himself in, trying to get as much of his fat 14-inch cock into you as he can.

Your pussy feels as if it's about to tear. A stinging pain pulses as he sinks in as much as he possibly can. You look into his eyes with pinched eyebrows as you take deep breaths. His hips slowly begin to rock in and out, he can’t fight the feeling even though he knows it hurts. It will get better.

“Relax.” He whispers as he leans in to kiss your neck.

Your hands caress his body, tracing the contours of his muscles as his pace picks up. The feeling of your welcoming warm cunt consumes König; you’re perfect for him. Every thrust sends a tingle of ecstasy to build up from your cunt and burst throughout your body.

König’s hands caress your sides, wrapping around underneath your body. His hands rest on your ass, cupping the supple flesh as his hips slam harder against your delicate frame. The only objective in his mind is to cum, to get you pregnant. He begins to breathe harder as he feels himself approaching his orgasm.

He whimpers, becoming merciless in his rhythm. You moan out his name, praising him for how amazing he feels inside of you. His kind is usually never this affectionate, simply a season to pair and breed. Yet you’re under him, thanking him for fucking you. How beautiful.

“Y/n…” König moans as his hips slow to a stop.

He pulls out and looks down at you, breathing heavily as he looks at your body. For a moment he considers leaving and just coming back tomorrow night, but you look so vulnerable laying there. There is a deep desire to protect you.

König lays on the ground next to you, pulling your tiny worn-out body to his. One hand caresses your face gently as he kisses the top of your head. His massive body cocoons around you to keep you warm. You turn to König, nuzzling your face into his chest; your hand petting him as you begin to fall asleep.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Quiet Ones 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live a quiet life, but your peace is fractured by a chaotic man.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, short!shy!reader

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You keep to yourself. That’s the safest, the easiest way to live. You keep your head down, your eyes to yourself, your voice bottled up. 

You grip your phone as you approach the coffee shop. You stand on your toes to see through the painted windows and frown at the long queue. You won’t have to worry about that. Like everything else social, you’ve found a work around. 

You look at your phone, the app showing your order as ‘preparing’. It should be done shortly as the progress bar fills close to complete. You can bear the claustrophobia for a minute or so until it’s ready. 

You go to open the door but an arm reaches past you and does that first. You step back, patiently waiting for the other customer to precede you. They don’t move. You stare at their shoes. Dark blue velvet loafers with gold emblems on chains.  

“Go on, baby face, I got it,” the man’s voice makes your skin crawl. 

You shrink down and give a nod, throat clenching as you struggle to find your voice. You’re not much for conversation but you’re but impolite. 

“Thanks,” you force out without raising your head. 

You scurry through quickly, a bit to close to the stranger than you like, and you clasp your phone against your chest as you stand just away from the cluster of people awaiting their orders. You bounce on your feet as the noises join together to form a cacophony; the hissing steam, the clanging metal, the clinking porcelain, the calls of the workers behind the counter, and the buzz of the crowd seated or standing around the cafe. Sweat gathers on the nape of your neck as the chaos swirls a storm around you. 

You pull your phone away from the front of your pullover and check the screen. Should be ready any moment and you’ll be free of the circus. You adjust your grip on the phone, almost jittery as another customer joins the wait at the pick up window. 

You breathe out. It’s not usually this busy at this time. You have a routine. You can handle the expected. You order on your phone so you don’t need to talk to anyone. You wait outside until it’s almost done then come in too quickly claim your prize. But not today, something’s different and it’s throwing everything off. 

It’s only on Wednesday’s that you venture down to the cafe. It’s the halfway point of your week so you mark it with a taste of motivation. The same order every week. A London fog latte. Simple and affordable. Nothing fancy, nothing complicated. 

Your name cuts through the din, “...medium London fog.” 

You drop your arm to your side and set your shoulders. You march forward through the parting bodies ahead of you and reach for the cup. Before you can grasp it, someone else scoops it up. You nearly cry out in horror. Someone’s stealing your order! 

You turn to the tea thief but they make no move to flee. They hold the cup nonchalantly, turning it to read the sticker on the side, reciting the same name that just rose from the barista’s lips seconds ago. You face the stranger but again, your eyes are downward.

The blue loafers! 

“Cute name,” he comments as he holds the cup out. 

You once more try to take the cup but before you can, he has it out of reach again. Your lashes flick and your fingers twiddle helplessly. His large hand is firmly around the cup so even if you did try to wrestle it from him, you doubt you’d have any hope but to spill it all. 

You look around but no one else seems to notice. They’re all staring at their phones or talking with the person next to them. The staff behind the counter are too busy appeasing the rush of orders. 

“I’ve never tried one of these,” he taunts, “I’m more of a ristretto guy. Like my espresso.” 

You shake your head and rescind your hand, balling it against your fist. What does he want? Why is he bothering you? You said thank you. Did he not hear you? 

“Don’t get yourself in a tizzy,” he pushes the tea towards you, “there you are, sweat pea.” 

You hesitate. You slowly unfurl your fingers and reach for the cup. As you wrap your fingers around it, you can’t help but brush his. Thick and strong and unmoving. He clings to it for just a moment before he lets you have it. 

“Thanks,” you squeak again, this time louder so he certainly hears you. 

“You got a sweet voice,” he puts his hand on his hip, a glimpse of a shiny gold watch face peeking out from beneath his sleeve, “I’d love to hear more of it.” 

Your eyes round as you focus on the zipper of his thin jacket. You shake your head and meekly raise your cup awkwardly and dip your chin slightly. No thanks. 

You turn and weave your way back through the crowd. Your heart is thumping in your chest. What an odd encounter. 

More so, you’re dismayed that he saw you. That he noticed you. For years, you’ve done your best to be invisible. You prefer it that way. You don’t even think your neighbours know you exist. But that man, he seemed to see nothing but you. 

You push outside and nearly drop your cup. You try to steady yourself. You’re all knotted up and tense. You tuck your phone into your back pocket and bring the cup before you nose, inhaling the sweet scent of the foam. Something about it isn’t as soothing as usual. 

You turn down the pavement and wince as a sole scuffs close behind you. Suddenly, another set of steps walk next to yours, measured to keep in tandem with your own short legs. Blue velvet.  

You walk faster. Is he following you? Why? What does he want? He’s much taller, you can’t outpace him. 

“You know, when I said I’d like to hear more, I thought maybe over a coffee?” He suggests. 

You don’t say a word as you keep your eyes forward, squeezing your cup tight as you try not to swish it around too much. You’ve never had to deal with this before. Men don’t see you. There was a time you hated that but since, you were grateful for that. 

“I mean, I could do most of the talking, never had much of a trouble with that, jellybean,” he offers. 

You shake your head. Your throat tightens. You can’t speak. You want to scream but you can’t make a noise. 

As you get to the corner, you stop short. He steps past you but just as quickly catches himself and turns to face you. You gulp and look down at your cup. You can’t keep going. If you do, you’ll lead him right to your home. 

“What’s going on, sweetheart? You forget something? How about we head back and I’ll buy you something sugary to go with that?” 

You furrow your brow and step back on your heel. You bring your eyes up, a furtive glance at his face, brief and flickering. You just want to know what he looks like so you never see him again. 

His blue eyes twinkle, his nose is long but proportioned to his chiseled face, his hair is combed back, the sides shaved, and a thick swatch of hair lines his upper lip. He’s older than you, you know that much, but you’ve never good at gauging age. You’ve never seen him before but you can’t be sure. You don’t look at many faces. 

You pivot and cross the street without looking. You narrowly miss a bumper and get a honk in remonstrance. You can’t stop yourself. You’re panicking. You head down the next street as his footsteps follow. It’s all you can hear.  

As you pass a bin, you dump the drink. You don’t pause as it plummets heavily into the trash and you fall into a brisk half-jog. You pump your arms, puffing wildly, dizzy as you search for a saviour.  

You dash into the library. You don’t know what you’re looking for. Just for anyone to get this man to leave you alone. 

You don’t look back as you enter and head straight for the front counter. You’re out of breath as you approach the rounded edge and tap the bell frantically. A woman emerges from behind the window wall and she greets you with a confused chime. 

“Hello, can I help you?” She asks. 

“Yes, I need...” you gulp and glance at the doors. You push away from the counter and spin, searching. You don’t see the man. He’s probably waiting outside. But you never looked back. You never really saw if he was following. “I...” you turn back to the woman, “never mind.” 

You cross your arms and turn away. You cringe as you realise how ridiculous you must have seemed. Worse, you didn’t mean to bother someone just doing their job and over what? You’re own issues. You should go home, back to your reclusion, where you can’t be in anyone’s way. 

👄

When you finally muster the courage to leave the library, your journey home is slowed by your paranoia. You have your phone out, held up so you can see over your shoulder with the front camera. You watch the screen more than the sidewalk ahead of you. 

You get home without a second shadow. As you let yourself through the grated front door of the building, you can’t help but feel stupid. That man must’ve got the idea when you as good as ran in the other direction. You’re being dramatic. 

You close the camera and put your phone away. You waist six dollars in your frantic flight. You mourn the tea latte as the heavy inner door clunks shut behind you. You drag your feet up the stairs as your keys jingle on your finger. 

You apartment is at the very end of the hall. You enter and twist the latch. You slide the chain into place and hang the key ring on the little hook beside the door frame. You untangle your purse and leave it with your phone on the table in the corner. 

You shuffle the few feet to the front room and look around. You find comfort in the familiarity of your little apartment. Your hideaway. 

You go back to your desk and sign back in. You’re back later than usual but you can still make up the time. As long as there’s enough tasks left in the portal. You don’t have to let that man ruin your whole day. You’ll never see him again. In a few days, you won’t even remember him. 

👄

Wednesday. Halfway through the week.  

You scroll and click around your screen as you watch the clock in the corner tick on. Usually around this time, you’d be excited. You’d clock out for your break and go down to the cafe. As much as you looked forward to the treat, the walk alone was relaxing in its own way. 

Not that day. Despite your efforts to shrug off the strange encounter, you haven’t shaken it. So instead, the kettle boils as a bag of earl gray sits in an empty mug. You’re not going. Maybe next week. 

You’re a bit depressed but you’re too nervous to make the venture. Oh well, you’ll save a bit of money. You could find a different place next time. That might be easier. 

You stay logged in and claim a new task. Hey, you can be done work earlier if you can power through. You might even make a few extra bucks. 

The kettle clicks and you get up to pour the water. You leave it to steep, forgetting it for the screen before you. Your fingers tap endlessly across the keyboard, filling the silence as you zone in on the words, transcribing messy ink to Times New Roman. 

Your trance is broken by a sudden buzz. You sit up, the kink in your neck pangs. You need to stop hunching. The buzz comes again. Is that... It must be a mistake. It happens now and then, someone buzzes the wrong apartment. 

You get up as it sounds a third time and you shuffle down to the speaker box. You hit the button, “wrong number.” 

“No--” 

You let go of the number before you can hear the response. They buzz again. You sigh. You hit the button. 

“I’m sorry but you have the wrong number,” you repeat. 

“I don--” 

You release the button again and take a step back. Buzz! You’re getting annoyed. You hit the button. “Wrong--” 

“Got a delivery. 212.” The man’s voice drowns out your own, reciting your name after your apartment number. Your finger stays on the button as you frown. A delivery? 

“I’m not expecting a delivery.” 

“Are you...” he says your name again. 

“... yes.” 

Silence, filled with the low hum of the speaker, “so, can I come up or...?” 

“Uh, I guess.” 

You pull your finger away and hover it over the other. Maybe it’s from work? There was the one time they sent a cheap mass production travel mug with their logo on it as some incentive. A poor attempt at employee appreciation. 

You press down and hold until you’re certain they have enough time to get in. You wait by the door, ringing your hands. You hear the door at the end of the hall open on its old hinges and you peek through the peephole. 

You watch the fuzzy figure come into focus with each of his long steps. He doesn’t hold a box nor wear the uniform of a postal worker. No, he wears those blue leather loafers and holds a bright pink paper cup with a white lid. From the cafe.  

As he comes close, you get a pigeon’s eye view of the hair on his upper lip and his bold blue eyes. It feels like he can see you too as he stands smirking on the other side of the door. This can’t be real. 

He knocks and you wince as the door shifts in the frame. 

“Special delivery,” he calls through, “open up, baby face.” 

[lilyahsviolet]

Violet Harmon in Piggy Piggy ٭˙⊹ 🕯

happy november! these are the outfits violet wears in the sixth episode of murder house! this episode is my favorite out of all of them! (one is missing because i couldn't find a picture :( )

below listed are the names of the clothes vi wears and what scene they are worn in 🕯

-free people angel lace and terry cutaway pullover in brown, free people animal print assymetrical top: violet finds out about tate

-free people spending time pullover: she only wore this for a few seconds, but it's when she's crying to ben

-ecote striped cropped pocket sweater in purple, free people luscious lagoon dress in grey and black: violet meeting with leah again and gives violet the pills (not pictured)

-free people voile and lace trapeze slip in storm, free people gypsy cardigan in brown, brown converse (her most famous outfit!) : violet offs herself and tate tries to save her

-free people all over lace pullover in teak/purple: tate talks to vi on how she's been distant and he'll leave her alone if that's what she wants

let me know if i missed anything! happy november ٭˙⊹ 🕯

[malebodyexhibit]

Gives an inch, takes a mile (a free commission tale)

I nuzzled my face into my boyfriend’s chest. After his gym workout, he smelled so good. I was usually not into the smell of sweat or BO, but smelling his musk with lavender body wash was soothing as he held me in his arm. His body warmed me through my gray pullover. He knew I didn’t jock out like him. I was a bit of a geek. I preferred to stay in and play video games; but I hoped the home-cooked meals, muscle massages, and my love were enough. Yet, he posed with me in a selfie for his Facebook. He did his best to capture his good side and mine as well, but I didn’t have many good sides. Not like him. Leaning against him, I could feel his muscles and the bulge of his erection. I tried to think that it was for me, but he was still friends with his ex on Facebook. That was who the pictures were for. It was a silent competition between the two of them.

“Look at my cute boyfriend whom I snuggle with after a hard gym workout!” My boyfriend’s selfie implied. He’d take pictures of my home-cooked meals with heart emojis. Then some of us while we hung out with friends. All of this to “get back” at his ex. An emotionally manipulative asshole.

The type of asshole who posted obvious bulge pics on Facebook. He flaunted his body like it was God’s gift. He always did lewd gestures with his tongue and fingers. His photos always had him showing off his muscles, posing with other men, and partying. I tried to tell myself that my boyfriend was over him, because that dick would tease him. He would share my boyfriend’s secrets with his friends behind his back. He made my boyfriend do sexual things that made him uncomfortable. My boyfriend told me that his ex even had him wear a chastity belt to work. If he wanted it off, he’d have to beg his ex to unlock him, but his ex wouldn’t until my boyfriend submitted to him and sucked him off. This wasn’t even mentioning the times his ex cheated with other guys and gaslit my boyfriend into thinking it was his fault.

I kept think why my boyfriend had put up with it for so long. But I knew the answer.

It’s because he’s hot obviously. He had the abs, the shoulders, and the 12-inch cock that would make men put up with his shit. Someone like me had to rely on kindness and being a decent human being. I loved my boyfriend so much and wondered why he just didn’t settle down with me. If I was hot, then he would have proposed to me already. But I was just too kindhearted and unremarkable.

But I heard about a different website that could help me… It was an underground thing that was spread by word of mouth. A man walking down the street stopped me and looked me up and down. He said, “I think I got something for you.” He told me about the website and that it was built for “people like you.” The website promised to make you the “man of your lover’s dreams.” The website could make me his ex.

Well.. it did more than that. I entered my and my boyfriend’s information. It promised to turn me into someone my boyfriend loved. Someone he wanted with his whole body and mind. The next morning, I was in his ex’s body.

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I played with his light-brown hair, so fair and soft unlike my original hair. I ran my hands over my biceps, then my abs. The first time I ever had abs! His body was so sensitive and I was so turned on my the sight of me controlling his ex’s body that I felt myself getting hard. I pulled down his underwear and saw the massive cock. I understood why so many people wanted this asshole now. I stroked one out right there. My jizz sprayed over my abs and chest. He had a long reach. I dug through his laundry hamper and pulled out clothes. They smelled ripe, but I noticed he didn’t have much clean clothes.

I had access to his memories and I knew that around this time he would be at the gym. That’s when I realized my boyfriend and his ex went around the gym at the same time. In his ex’s memories, I saw that they checked each other out while they worked out. They showered just a few feet apart. The whole time his ex would tease and mock my boyfriend by showing off his body to him. Not anymore.

I headed to the gym and found my boyfriend there. We made eye contact and throughout my workout, I watched my boyfriend watching me in the body of his ex. And let me tell you, it was hard to workout with a massive erection. I kept taking breaks to find ways to hide my boner. But this body was so hot, I eventually went to the showers to finish up. Then my boyfriend came in. He tried to keep things casual, saying hi and doing his shower. But I couldn’t keep it in any longer.

“Babe, it’s me.” I then told my boyfriend everything that happened. How I switched bodies and how I was his ex now. My boyfriend was shocked but suddenly realized it was me when I told him I loved him. “Wouldn’t it be awesome if I stayed in this body?” I said, smiling. “You could have a sweet boyfriend and an incredibly hot one too.”

“But, I thought you hated him?” My boyfriend said. “Every time I mentioned what he did to me, you always got mad that someone treated me so badly.”

“Yes, but I know you like his body—don’t deny it. He’s pretty hot. I got to rub one out and I honestly want to see what else it can do.” I held my boyfriend and took a picture. I loved how I look and how small my boyfriend was now.

The next few weeks were awesome. I cared for my boyfriend and gave him the attention he needed. I cooked for him and let him top this hot body, something his ex would never let him do. The first time after he tried to pin me down (he’s shorter than my new body) and shot a load in my ass, he held me and told me he loved me. He asked if it was almost the right time to get married. I was excited, but kept my cool. I told him, let’s get used to the changes first. We kissed and he explored my body with his mouth.

Some of the new changes were that my boyfriend wanted me to go with him to the gym though. And I actually got into it. I hardly play video games anymore or do that geeky shit, but I love pumping iron. The guys at the gym also can’t help checking me out. My boyfriend started to get insecure, but I tried to reassure him that I loved him and wouldn’t cheat, unless he got fat. I meant it as a joke, but he took it pretty seriously. He started working out a bit more, and I loved the results actually. So sometimes I would poke his stomach just to give him a reminder. I found that my boyfriend also had trouble making me cum during sex. He tried his best to satisfy me, but I jokingly asked if he needed another guy to help. So now I top him. It’s just easier for us that way. I also noticed I was getting cocky. The past day I got sidetracked at the gym. I was chatting with these couple hotties and just having a casual flirt. I mean it’s not cheating unless I actually fuck them, right? Well, I told my boyfriend he needed to cook dinner since I was busy. He threw a big fit, so I just decided to eat some ass. The two bros I met at the gym took me back to their place and I went to town tonguing their holes and fingering them open. While I fucked one, the other jerked off and came on me. I didn’t even wash up when I got back home. I wanted my boyfriend to see he couldn’t take me for granted.

Now I don’t even care if my boyfriend goes with me to the gym as long as he is facedown on the bed when I get home so I can pound his ass. He’s so afraid that I’d leave him. I understand why his ex was so hard on him. Give him 12 inches and he tries to take a mile. You got to keep him down so he knows who the alpha is.

[reallifevioletharmon]

me sexting

boy: what are you wearing? ;)

me: Free People Women's Pink Lost in The Forest Pullover in Faded Rose.

[thevelria]

Can I hold it for you? (SFW/flirty!Gojo x fem!reader)

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Thank you for my sweet @ladycheesington for helping me and proofreading it. I'm so grateful! <3

Warnings:mention of car crash and death

It's pure fluff otherwise. Gojo being a sweet little pie^^

Wordcount:1503

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The cold wind brushed your cheeks like a sharp blade while you walked on the street. And you were more than happy when you finally spotted your favorite coffee house. It was late in the evening or we should say it was night rather than  evening anymore. 

The city looked beautiful, there was no need to lie. But what’s a pleasure to the eyes is a torment to the body. You pulled the collar of your beige coat higher up and buried your face into your fluffy scarf. Without hesitation you stepped in and felt grateful that you found a place which was open non-stop.  

“Hey!” you smiled at the girl behind the bar “I’d like a matcha latte, please.” The sudden temperature change sent shivers down your spine. 

“Sure. I’ll bring it to your table right away.” she nodded lovely. 

You chose to sit down at a table next to the window. You completely zoned out as you were watching the city through the glass. Seeing all those people rush to somewhere made you shake your head. There was a time you loved every minute of this life but now it felt more like a burden. Since your husband passed away years ago nothing felt the same. You weren’t able to smile or laugh honestly. As you bit your inner cheek your eyes wandered to your reflection. That was the moment you noticed a tall man with snow white hair standing next to your table. 

“Can I help you?” you turned to him immediately.

“Uhm…can I have a seat?” His raspy voice was a pleasure to the ears. 

“I don’t want to be rude but…” you took a tiny break “there are plenty of free tables. Why don’t you choose from one of those? I had a long, hard day. I want to enjoy my latte in silence.”

The man nodded and sat down at another table, the nearest one to yours and picked the seat which let him sit right in front of you. 

“Unbelievable…” you shook your head, smiling.

“I’m sitting at a completely free table.” he giggled. “It’s not my fault that you are right in front of me.” he opened the drink menu. 

You didn’t say a thing but turned your face back to the window and watched the city once again. From time to time your eyes wandered at the man. He was wearing a white knitted pullover with a turtleneck and black pants. His snow white hair seemed so silky and shiny. But his eyes…oh my God those eyes. Pierce, ocean blue eyes which could look right into your soul. 

“Your latte, miss.” the waitress placed your drink carefully in front of you.

“Oh, thank you very much!” you smiled and took a sip right away.

“What can I get for you?” she walked up to the handsome man.

“Uhm, I’d like to get what the lady chose.” he winked at you. 

“I’ll be right back.” she spun on her heels.

“I hope you ordered something tasty” he clicked his tongue teasingly “I don’t want to be disappointed.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake…” you rolled your eyes “Do you want to sit here?” you pulled an annoyed face.

“I thought you wanted to sit alone.” he raised one of his eyebrows.

“Yes, correct! I would love to but you keep talking to me across the tables which is embarrassing. So just come here and let’s get it over with.” 

“Over with what?” he took a seat at your table in an instant.

“What do you want from me?” 

“To talk.” he shrugged. “You have a pretty face and I assumed you must be a sweet person. Maybe I made a mistake.” he poked his inner cheek with his tongue.

“Excuse me?” your eyes widened immediately.

“Just kidding.” he laughed out loud. “I’m sure you’re a cute girl” he took a deep breath “but you hide it well enough.” he exhaled while chuckling. 

Even if you tried you couldn’t hold back the laughter either. He was right, you were a complete douche with him, yet he didn’t want anything but to talk. 

“I’m sorry.” you offered your hand for a shake, still laughing “I’m Y/N L/N.”

“Gojo Satoru.” He took your hand and held it just a little bit longer than necessary. As he rubbed your finger he noticed the wedding ring. “Married?” he asked.

“Used to be.” 

“I’m sorry you got divorced.” 

“I didn’t…” you fidgeted the ring “I lost him in a car crash many many years ago.” 

“Oh my…I’m so sorry.”

“Thank you.” you nodded slightly.

The heavy silence was broken by the cheerful waitress who danced to your table with a tray.

“Let’s see what kind of taste you have, Y/N.” he took a sip from the drink.

“Well?” you asked like you cared. But to be fair you didn’t…at all. 

“Hmm nice, very nice.” he hummed.

“Well, it’s late. It’s time for me to leave.” you grabbed your wallet and were about to call the waitress. 

“It was on me.” Gojo put his hand on yours. 

“No need to.” you pulled an awkward smile.

“I insist. Please.”

“Thank you. It’s very sweet of you.”

“I don’t do it out of selflessness.” he smirked.

“What?” you looked at him suspiciously.

“I do it because in this case you will need to meet me again. Otherwise you’d feel like you were in my debt.” he giggled.

You kept laughing as you stood up and grabbed your coat. 

“So maybe tomorrow?” Gojo bit his lower lip.

“We’ll see.” you smiled as you walked away.

***

“May I ask you to give this note to the lady who I had a drink with last night at that table?” Gojo pointed in the direction of the window.

“Sure.” the girl nodded. Even though hundreds of people walked in yesterday she remembered Gojo vividly. But who wouldn’t remember a man like him? 

“Oh and I’m gonna pay for her matcha.” he took out his credit card from his wallet. 

The poor girl blushed from head to toe as Gojo smiled smoothly. He knew exactly how charming women found him but he didn’t care. His only goal was getting close to you. You got his attention so he decided to make you his no matter what. And if Gojo Satoru wanted something he always found a way to get it. 

***

You had so many things to do that you weren’t able to show up in the coffee house the next day. To be honest you completely forgot about it. It’s been a rush day with a lot of work crises, so you were glad the day finally came to an end. 

The next morning, though, you decided to grab some of your favorite drink before heading to work. 

“Morning!” you smiled at the girl who seemed so tired. 

“Oh, good morning!” she chirped “The usual matcha, right? I’ll bring it right away. Please take a seat.”

You nodded slightly while trying to find an empty table. Searching in your bag you finally found your book and started to read until she arrived with your drink. 

“Here.” she placed it carefully at the table with a piece of paper alongside. 

“What’s this?” you frowned.

“Oh, it’s a message the tall, white haired man left you yesterday. He asked me to give it to you when you next appear. He also paid for your drink already.” 

“Satoru…” you whispered as you unfolded the tiny piece of paper.

“Now you owe me two matcha. I’ll wait for you at 7 at our table.”

Before you left you walked up to the counter. “Can I ask you a favor? Could you please reserve that table over there at 7 o’clock?” you pointed at the table by the window.

***

 Gojo was already waiting for you when you arrived.

“You were early.” you teased.

“I wasn’t sure you would show up.” he stood up and pulled the chair for you to take a seat.

“I was waiting for hours yesterday.” he clicked his tongue.

“Sorry.”

Words followed words and you didn’t even realize how much you enjoyed yourself. He made several bad jokes but you laughed anyway. The way he non stop flirted with you made you blush. Gojo didn’t hide his intention for even a second. 

After hours of talking he took a deep breath. “Wanna take a walk?”

“Sure.” you agreed without hesitation.

The cold air wasn’t a pleasant feeling on your skin but you tried to focus on the fact that the man next to you was a total cuteness. 

As you were walking in a nearby park he bit his bottom lip before shooting his perfect pick up line without even looking at you.

“Your hand looks so lonely. Can I hold it for you?”

A loud laughter bursted out of you, an honest and happy laugh that you didn’t experience for a long long time. 

“Please, do.” you kept giggling as you let him take your hand. 

[clemssigss]

new top from free people 🤍

[curiositysavesthecat]

1. Do you (always, sometimes rarely, etc) wear ONLY a pullover hoodie WITHOUT an ACTUAL shirt underneath?

(If you wear only bras or binders underneath, it still means you ONLY wear the hoodie without an actually shirt, in this case. Or you can wear no bros or binders at all and only the hoodie on top, then that counts too.)

2. Do you think it's WEIRD to wear ONLY a hoodie WITHOUT an ACTUAL shirt underneath?

*This poll was submitted to us and we simply posted it so people could vote and discuss their opinions on the matter. If you’d like for us to ask the internet a question for you, feel free to drop the poll of your choice in our inbox and we’ll post them anonymously (for more info, please check our pinned post).

[coven-witches]

Zoe Benson list exacts

I’ve been looking around on tumblr to see if anyone made a exact list for clothes that Zoe wore and I only found small posts made by @harmonaesthetic and to make it easier for Zoe collectors I’m just gonna list items they found to their posts

Dresses:

Topshop Chiffon Lace Midi Slip

Topshop Strappy Lace Vintage Slip in Blue

Opening Ceremony High-Neck Plisse Short-Sleeve Shift Dress

Malia Sheer Eyelet-Lace Midi Dress

Twelfth Street by Cynthia Vincent Western Dress

Shirts:

Zara Tokyo Crop Top

Free People Waterfall Graphic Tank in Charcoal

Topshop Photo Dove Tee

Topshop Long Sleeve Cape Blouse in White

See by Chloé Flowy Button-Front Blouse in Eden White

Alexander McQueen Asymmetrical Button Down Shirt

Marc Jacobs Silk Tie-Neck Blouse in Ivory

Topshop Chambray Work Shirt

Bottoms:

Topshop Cutwork Mensy Fit Shorts

Topshop Dill Overalls

Jackets/Cardigans&Sweaters:

Topshop Chinoiserie Flower Bomber Jacket

Addison Mia Cropped Overlay Sweater in Grey & Black

Urban Outfitters Sparkle & Fade Slit Pullover Sweater in Grey

French Connection Honey Lace Insert Sweatshirt

Topshop Longline Fringe Kimono

Alexander Wang Sleeve Drape Wool-Mohair Tuxedo Blazer

Shoes:

Jeffrey Campbell Wesley Heeled Oxford

Loweffler Randall Fenton Buckle Booties

Accessories:

Earthling Jewelry Moonstone Ring

AEAOA Lace Parasol Umbrella in Black

[taintedandviolent]

SpiderMan on my bruise.

🖤 {I’m wearing the “Lace & Terry Cutaway Pullover”//Free People} 🖤

Bury me in this {aside from Carrie’s prom dress}

[u1travi0lett]

VIOLET EXACTS FOR SALE!!!

Okiiii, hiii long time no see, so I’ve been debating selling a few of my pieces for a while now, mainly because I’m not as ‘obsessed’ w ahs and Violet as much anymore. Anyways they will all be posted on my Depop at some point this week. Here are the things I’ll be selling:)!!!

Depop link: https://depop.com/u1traviolet

Items that’ll (possibly) be listed~

•Moulinette and soers ‘Horkelia shift dress’, size US 2- worn by Vi in the pilot episode!

•Gap floral button up dress size XS- worn by Vi in apocalypse

•Seen by Chloe Navy blue 3/4 sweater w holes size XS - worn by Vi in the pilot episode but in the cream colour way w long sleeves

•Topshop embroidered bomber jacket (not Vi but SA for Zoe in coven) size UK8

•Free people luscious lagoon slip dress size XS (gutted to let this go!!!!😪)

•kimchi blue UO wildflower dress in the black colourway size S

•Free people lost in the forest pullover size S in the orange colourway

• APC madras floral printed midi dress size XS- worn by Vi in the pilot episode (my bby)

•Free people asymmetrical animal print tank size S (SA colour)

•Free people regal macrame tunic size S (SA colour)

• Macrame vest (not SA brand or colour but can be dyed easily and look identical) size S

• Free people spending time pullover size S screen accurate colourway!

•Free people floral lace Henley in emerald green US large

Please message me on here if you’re interested in any of the pieces listed!!! Please be mindful that some of these pieces meant a lot to me so won’t be very cheap if I am to sell them (MADRAS dress etc) Thankyou:)!!

[lilyahsviolet]

⊹˚ 🕯️ introduction here!!

hi everyone! im new to this but wtv. my name is lily and i have been collecting violet exacts + alts for a couple months now. i have a second account but i don’t post anything on there, this is my main!

i am a teenager and i am an avid vi collector. i love the way violet dresses and her bedroom ofc. i started watching ahs in early june and I knew right away when i saw murder house, i would love it. i also would like to make some friends with other violet collectors or bloggers as well, I think it would be fun! in my free time, i watch tv shows or movies, reading, or listening to music (violet inspired 🦇)

i have always loved the 2000’s-2010’s fashion which is the time period where violet's clothes are from, even though i was very little back then, but i get a sense of nostalgia whenever i see clothes from that time period. this blog will probably be about answering questions from y’all (feel free to btw 🤗) , analyzing her character, and making collages.

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⊹˚☮︎︎ 🕯️ below listed are my exacts/alts, which i have paid for with my own money.

-kimchi blue wildflower dress in black, size small

-free people thermal crafty cuff in mocha, size small? (tag got ripped off when i got it)

-free people all over lace pullover in purple/teak, size large

-free people lost in the forest sweater faded rose, size xs, cream rainbow (🎄photo) size small

-free people regal mcrame tunic in orange colorway, size xs

-ymc modcloth dress, size 6 (alt)

-splendid tab long sleeve blouse in purple, size xs

⊹˙⚘ 🦇 don’t be afraid to ask questions about anything, I’d be more than happy to show my exacts/alts if you’d like to see them! ☮︎︎˙⊹˚ 🦇

[viharmons]

₊˚🕯️ jazmin’s full introduction. ‧₊˚

my real name is jazmin, and i’ve been passionately collecting for a while, i just never wanted to post on tumblr since my previous years here weren’t so good. i’ve pretty much abandoned this app, but i’ve obviously come back out of my shell on my this account.

i hope to make some friends on here since i'm pretty lonely and isolated in real life. i'd love to meet some other sellers or collectors on here too since last time i was here, violet tumblr was totally dead.

i’m very into music and 2000’s–2010’s fashion. i’m almost disgustingly educated on those years. besides collecting violet’s exacts, i have collected a lot of “vintage” clothing (if you will.) from those years. for hobbies, i enjoy writing or scrapbooking. i often take photos and add them to a small photo album i have on my shelf.

₊˚🕯️ below are my owned exacts, listed randomly.

- urban outfitters kimchi blue wildflower dress in plum, size xs.

- free people thermal crafty cuff long sleeve in mocha, size small.

- joie open cashmere cardigan in gray, black, and white colorway, size small.

- forever 21 chevron zig-zag cardigan, size small.

- nordstrom trouvé striped dolman sleeve poncho in rust, size xs.

- see by chloé distressed holes pullover in ivory, size small.

- moulinette souers anthropologie anthro horkelia shift dress in orange, size 6.

- a.p.c madras floral tiered dress, size xs.

- free people thermal crafty cuff in maroon, size medium.

- c&c california dip dye drape tee in purple and gray, size large.

- wallpapher bohemian macrame fringe vest in purple, size xs.

- free people purple all over lace pullover in lavender, size medium.

- free people intimately floral lace henley in white and purple, size xs and small.

- free people luscious lagoon dress in gray and black, size medium.

- free people voile and lace trapeze slip dress in storm, size small.

- free people gypsy rose cardigan in driftwood, size small.

- urban outfitters sparkle and fade cardigan in mustard, size small if i had to guess. (missing tags.)

- banana republic “pretty stuffed on bs” striped draped lightweight cardigan in blue and gray, size small.

- free people lost in the forest pullover in faded rose, size small.

- free people angel french terry lace cutaway in brown, size xs.

- free people spending time pullover in ivory/beige, size small.

- levis striped fringe wrap cardigan, size small.

- free people regal macrame paisley/batik print tunic in blue, size xs, and orange colorway, size small and xs.

- splendid tab long sleeve blouse in viola, size xs.

- urban outfitters ecoté equestrian vintage ankle boots, size 6 in women’s.

- urban outfitters staring at stars hanky hem gauze slip dress in navy, size small.

- free people asymmetrical animal print tank top, size small.

- forever 21 i love heritage 81 red, blue, green, and white cotton plaid flannel, size medium.

- free people striped burnout long sleeve layering top in blue and white, size medium.

don’t be afraid to ask me questions on my profile or anything. if you’d like to see these exacts, i’d be more than happy to show them. (or you could check my page.) i appreciate the love and support i’ve gotten on my socials recently, so thank you all.

[hauntinggviolet]

What are the most rare exacts?

Sadly, some of the best identified ones (imo).. Im not including some because I've seen them pop up a bit more, either by resellers or in general. Im also thinking about how many collectors actually own them. List below 🖤

- Ecote boots

- Full outfit: YMC dress, J. Crew henley, and Rubbish cardigan.

- Reformation dress

- Full outfit: Chloe K feather top, Free people burnout stripe top, BDG floral leggings

- Joie cardigan

- Trouve sheer top

- Staring at stars slip in NAVY (The white is not too rare, I managed to get two, and i have only seen one/two photo(s) of the actual SA one.)

- Boutique Forever 21 chevron cardigan

- See by chloe distressed sweater (full-length sleeve version)

- Free People Terry lace pullover

- Free People Regal Macrame tunic

- Ecote cropped sweater

- Free People Lucious Lagoon slip in GRAY/BLACK

- Kimchi Blue wildflower dress in PURPLE

- C&C California dip-dye top

- Free People tights. (Burgundy and Gray)

- Sparkle & Fade Dolman Sleeve Cardigan