with a glorious beard

I used to secretly love doing this.

The waiting. Kneeling. Knowing I was about to make my Master feel very relaxed and help him unwind after a hard week of work. I loved being all dolled up and serving him in this beautiful way.

Clipping his nails. Trimming his beard. Shaving and massaging his glorious cock and balls was dessert.

Seeing the little look he got once he was truly relaxed and at ease was heavenly.

Getting to feel his soft balls in my hands while his cock was down my throat after we were done was pure satisfaction.

Knowing I’d get that satisfaction if I served him wonderfully enough made me want to do the very best I could every time. Bringing him joy and pleasure was my ultimate goal and on grooming nights I felt like I got to do it best.

Kiss Me on This Cold December Night

Author: leslieknopeismyspiritanimal
Title: Kiss Me on This Cold December Night
Rating: E
Word Count: 19K
Tags: Future Fic, Christmas, Fluff, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things
SummaryThe hairs on the back of Stiles’ neck tingle, and he swallows hard against the unmistakable sensation of someone staring at him. He’s tempted to just ignore it, but after a few seconds, his curiosity wins out and he looks up from his phone instead. He doesn’t notice anything right away, flicking his gaze along the people on the other side of the intersection until he suddenly stops and backtracks. It’s a little hard to see, what with the thick drizzle and the cars whizzing between them, but he would recognize that glorious bearded face anywhere, even after six years. Holy shit.

Link: Read on AO3!

Gentlemen, it’s officially No Shave November and I demand pictures of all y'all’s glorious beards and stubble at the end of this month because beards and facial hair are the best.

Jeff Buckley, footage from an interview ca. late 1994.

Highlights from this hospital visit

-Binoj the super flirty nurse from India who asked me to help him put in an IV (is this allowed) and after it was in he said “does it look okay?” WTF binoj?!

-“i changed my mind mom, go ahead and kick binoj in the head.”

-Beardy the phlebotomist. He first appeared while we waited in the ER and the nurses failed at getting a vein. In came this guy with this glorious beard on his face (its actually styled and at least long enough to reach his collar bones). When he came through the door, i immediately caught the weird double take he did and the somewhat uninvited smile. I mean does this guy know me? What is this? He got his blood easily, a rainbow he said as he filled up all of the vials in all of the colors he had and on his way out, he spotted another cart full of supplies and proceeded to empty the cart and fill his damn pockets. Well, i laughed, because what the fuck is happening? And he looked at me, winked and left.
Fast forward to 5am that morning, im asleep and there is a bright light, its the second coming of Jesus, my mom was right, and i must be going to hell like she warned me all my life.

Nope, its beardy. Hes back for more blood. I looked at my phone and said too loudly “jesusfuck! Its 5am!”…apparently, this is just the time of night beardy operates because he was back at 3:45am the next night, this time giving me a heads up “im turning on the light” and i covered my head instantly. I think i was expecting it. HE KEEPS COMING BACK FOR BLOOD AND DOING THE SAME FUCKING THING. Only he tells me “you dont need to get up.” But the bright fucking light in my face seeping through the white sheet that does NOTHING to block it out, and my ineffective eyelids that might as well be made of glass mock me because its 3:43am and beardy is “tuuuuurning on the light” and fuck im AWAKE AGAIN.

Okay it has happened every single night. Its always him and last night i was so tired. So fucking tired. This has been going on for so long i am going to GRAB THAT FUCKING BEARD AND SMASH HIS FACE what the fuck beardy!

Anyway so i thought i dreamed this….but last night i heard it. I know i heard it because i remember it now. I heard him…very very quietly, in the softest sweetest whisper…sweet talking the veins to give him the blood. I believe he called the vein a sweet name like “honey” or “baby” i dont remember what but it took me a moment in my sleepy state to realize what was happening as he tried to get the blood out. Hes talking to the veins.

Im going to ask him tonight if he was talking to the veins last night. I need to know. I ALREADY called him beardy to his face by accident when i saw him pushing his cart in the hallway, i can ask him this. We are already past the weird stage and he stepped on my foot the other night so I mean…he also touched my back as i walked and i thought that was weird.

DOES HE KNOW ME?! He feels familiar. I dont know who this person is. Someone help.

These are all the highlights i can think of so far.