#i'm a potato trash beside.

[natsaffection]

Apologize.

Sugar Mommy!Natasha x sugar baby!Reader

MINORS DNI 18+!

Summary: Natasha let you apologize to her employees

Warnings: Age gap! (N= 37 R= 21), BDSM themes, Mommy kink, spanking, fingering (while watched), degration

Word count: 2,3k

A/n: Happy New year! What better way to start the year than by cumming 4 times bc of this amazing creature? What? Never mind 🔊

💵 This plays in the My sweet Baby universe 💵

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The soft glow of dawn seeped through the large windows of Natasha's penthouse, casting a warm hue across the room. She stirred from her peaceful slumber, a contrast to the groggy but content figure beside her – You.

She, with her graceful demeanor, carefully extricated herself from the cozy embrace, causing you to mumble in protest. „it's Saturdayyy, Why are you getting up so early?"

Natasha smirking and looking back to you, "Some of us have responsibilities, little girl. Work doesn't take weekends off." You, still half-asleep, pouted as Natasha leaned down to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I'll be back soon. Try to get some more sleep."

"Mmm, too early for responsibilities.."

As Natasha prepared for the day, the scent of fresh coffee filled the air. You, now more awake, shuffled into the kitchen in one of Natasha's oversized shirts. "You make the best coffee, you know?" Natasha looks behind her, surprised that you are awake now and have gotten up, "One of my many talents.."

You leaned against the kitchen counter, watching Natasha with a mix of admiration and love. Despite the early hour, Natasha's presence radiated confidence and grace. "It won't be too long. What do you have planned for the day?"

you accepted the cup she gave you and thought for a moment "well, Maybe a lazy day in, catching up on shows. You know..the usual."

"Sounds perfect. I'll be back before you know it." Before she goes, she looked at one of her Maiden, “Make sure she gets a good breakfast, I’ll be off for the day.”

“Of course, Mrs. Romanoff. Safe travels.”

As Natasha prepared to leave, she glanced toward the kitchen, catching your eye. „Please don’t made a mess while I’m gone.“

You weren't sure what she meant, but you just smiled innocently and nodded. Natasha takes another quick look around and leaves the house to go to work. As you hear the car drive further and further away, you think about what you can do today. Natasha's house all to yourself? You have to make the most of it.

You get up and put your cup in the sink and before one of the maids could take it, you jump in, "if you like, you can go home.."

She looked at you and just smiled as she picked up the cup, "Don't worry, Ms. Y/n it's fine." But you wouldn't be dissuaded "come on! Surely you have things to do? What's the big deal?"

You put on your puppy dog face and take the cup from her again. She looks at you and relents, "okay fine, but I'll be back in a few hours." Before closing the door, she looks back and bows, "Thank you, Ms Y/n"

And now you're storm free. If you're honest, you already had a plan. You pull out your cell phone and text Kate to see if she's up for a game. Knowing her, she agrees and a little later all you could hear was your screams in the living room.

"Go on, Kate!"

The living room echoed with the sounds of virtual warfare and animated banter as you and Kate immersed yourselves in their gaming session. The excitement mounted and soon you’re playful trash talk escalated to full-blown screams.

"Take that! In your face!"

"No way! I totally had you!"

"Admit it, Kate. I'm the gaming champion!"

"Oh, you wish! Prepare for the ultimate comeback!"

The planned two hours turned into seven and one cup ended up being more. A bag of potato chips here and a salad there. Of course, that wasn't enough, and 2 cartoons of pizza were also added.

You had completely lost track of time and didn't even notice when Maria and the others entered the house and stood there in complete shock. As if it wasn't going to get any better, they heard the keys to the front door and a second later a stressed Natasha came in, exhausted from the day

As Natasha entered her penthouse, she noticed that the hallway was already bustling with people. She put her bags down and called Maria.

"What's going on?"

Maria fidgeting nervously, "Um, well, Mrs. Romanoff,..." Natasha sensed the hesitation and raised an eyebrow. "What is it, Maria? Speak up."

Maria was split between coming to your defense and speaking the truth of her bite "It's just that, um, Miss Y/N may have gotten a little carried away with her activities today. The dishes are piling up, well, the living room isn't exactly in its usual state."

Natasha's expression became serious "I see. Thank you for the information."

"I'm sorry if I -"

"It's not your fault. I appreciate your honesty. I'll take care of it."

Maria nodded and Natasha proceeded to confront you. When she arrived in the living room, she understood what Maria meant. It looked disastrous and you were sitting in the middle of it. With wide headphones on and shouting into them as if you couldn't be heard.

You, on the other hand, were so absorbed in your world that you didn't even notice Natasha grabbing the remote control and switching off the TV. You were so baffled and thought it was a mishap that you read it out like that „NO! What the hell!!! Why is now-" As you get up, you collide with Natasha and fall back onto the couch, "Nat! What are you doing here already?"

She, however, was totally unenthusiastic and you could see that in her eyes, "Already? Y/n have you looked at the time? It's 6 pm! How long have you been sitting in front of that thing?" You repeat what she said and look in shock at the big clock on the wall and your heart stops. Fuck. At that moment you remembered everything else and looked around. Your garbage was everywhere, pizza boxes, forks, empty bottles, the sink was full to the brim, stains everywhere, "U-Uhm...I must have forgotten the time..."

Natasha swallowed her nerves and put the remote back down, "looks like it! You have 10 minutes to clean up the mess. I'm going to take a shower, the day hasn't been stressful enough."

Wow, she sounds like your mom when you were little. Why do they always want you to do it right away? You sigh and lean against the couch again to get away from all the trouble, but Natasha doesn't like that, "What do you think you're doing? Come on, clean up."

You rolled your eyes and your mouth was faster than your brain "come on clean up... Why doesn't Maria do it or something..." when you had spoken it, you remained frozen and literally prayed that Natasha hadn't heard. You turn around, heart pounding, and see her staring at you. Now you really have it. "I-I didn't mean that! I-!"

"Undress."

You blink, what did she say?

Natasha's nostrils flared, her chest rose and fell. "Ah, not so chatty now?" she walks up to you and lifted your chin, "what's wrong? Color?“ Despite the situation, your stomach flutters that she could switch her emotions so much and now asked you about your condition, „G-Green, it's just..what if the others come in?"

Natasha in turn, grinned, "Oh sladost (darling), if that's it..don't worry about it. Now turn around, knees, hands on the floor, and ass in the air.“

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you turned around. Lower your hands to the floor and kneel on the ground. You hear Natasha sit down on the couch and seconds later, came the first blow, "I won't stop until your ass is purple," she announced casually and started again, "You don't have to count this time. But you better be prepared to barely be able to sit for the next week."

You try as hard as you can to stay quiet, so as not to make Natasha any angrier and let the spanks wash over you. After 10 strokes, she leans over you and asks in your ear, "Color?" You exhale deeply and with wiggling arms you say, "Green..."

Natasha leaned back again, "stand up and look at me." You do as she said and now stand in front of her with trembling legs. She leans up again, and looks up at you, "Do you trust me?" You didn't know exactly what she meant by that, but you were clear about one thing, "Of course, Mommy. Always." You see her smiling contentedly, "well then. Off to the corner back there, on your knees and hands behind your back." Your eyes widen. That was new. "M-Mommy..why-"

"Don't question me, or your punishment will be even longer."

You let out a shaky breath and angrily do as she said. When you were in position, Natasha finally stood up, "Come in and clean up please."

Your breath caught in your throat. This isn't really happening.

Natasha looked at you as Maria and the others entered the room to clean up the mess you had made. They didn't even glance at you because they knew what was going to happen if. You, however, didn't know and felt totally exposed. You feel your hands grow cold and close your eyes so that you can drown in the shame of strangers.

"I know it's a lot, but try to do it in ten minutes. I'm finally going to take my shower, and you over there! Don't move an inch." She looks at you again to make sure you've understood. You just whisper "Y-Yes, Mommy.." to yourself and then hear her leave the room. You also heard the maids running through the room to remove the dirt. You just wanted to sink into the ground and try to think of something else.

When Natasha came back exactly 10 minutes later, she was proud to see that not only did the room look clean again, but you were still kneeling in your corner. "What a good girl you can be. Come here."

You stood up and your knees were red due the kneeling. Turning around, you took in the room again and looked around for the maids, but found none. You slowly approached Natasha and she welcomed you with her hands on your hips and looked down at you. "Jump."

You knew what that meant and you jump, wrapping your legs around her, thinking you were both going up to her bedroom now. But you were wrong. She angrily moved you to the couch and put you down again. She kissed you and swallowed your moans that you let out. Then she kissed her way down and stood up again. She took one hand and stroked it from your thigh down to your knee and lifted it slightly. She put her tongue on it and licked her way back up to your throbbing spot, not taking her eyes off you for a second. When she finally took your clit in her mouth, she held your thighs down so you couldn't bend too far and you moaned.

"You are fabulous, your cunt is fabulous." She poked her tongue in, and you put your hands over your mouth, afraid that the others were still around. Natasha noticed this and pulled her tongue out of you. She reached under your back and pulled you up to her. She turned you so that your back was now leaning against her chest. She didn't hesitate for a second and immediately filled you with her fingers "Ah! This p-position! It’s ..."

Natasha wraps an arm around you and pulls you even closer, thrusting deeper into you. You leaned forward to somehow release the pressure, but fearing you were mistaken, Natasha turned you and leaned you against the wall with a hard thrust. She attacks your neck and pumped her fingers in and out, if she didn't hold you against the wall, you would surely slide up and down, „It’s t-too r-rough , my back..."

She lifted one thigh so you could put some weight on it and continued with her temp, "come in."

You were preoccupied with yourself, but when you heard, "Ms. Romanoff." your eyes shot open and you saw Maria standing right in front of you with her head down.

Natasha looked at you, "Apologize to her." Your head is spinning and Natasha's fingers just wouldn't stop pumping continuously in your pussy, this time her thumb rubbing wildly against your clit, "tell her you're sorry for the mess and for the fact that she cleaned it up!"

She gave a strong thrust which made you slide up a little and groan, "I'm sorry! Ah-no ..please..I'm..s-sorry! Ah-h!!!" Natasha was still pushing, "for..?"

She can't be serious..you could barely think, "t-the filth..please.."

"Apology accepted, Ms. Y/n, thank you." You managed to open your eyes a little and blurred to see that Maris still had her head bent down.

"Dismissed." natasha told her in a cold tone and Maria left the room again. Now, Natasha looked at you again, "how's it looking? Lesson learned?" You were literally drooling on her shoulder and could almost just nod, "y-yes..I'm sorry..please..I'm almost there-"

Natasha had to chuckle and applied pressure to her hand one last time. You tensed and held onto her shoulder like you would die if you fell off and before you knew it You came all over her, completely staining her and the floor in your wetness.

Natasha had to hold you so you didn't slip out of her arms. She lifted you bridestyle and you leaned against her chest. This time she really is on her way to the bedroom and as she climbs the stairs she looks at you again and speaks softly, "You know they never seen you from the front. The sight is only for me and especially only for you, okay?"

You wanted to say something about how nice you thought the gesture was, but you just couldn't find the strength and fall into a deep sleep.

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I wannaaaaa

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha smut #natasha romanov x reader #dom!natasha x reader #nat x reader #natasha romanov smut #natasha romonova #the avengers #natasha

[oldanimefan]

Here is some Sebastian fluff. Sebastian was my first SDV love and always will be ❤️

No warnings, just 1087 words of fluff

Description- what happens when the farmer and Sebastian start dating quietly and they are almost found out when Robin shows up unannounced during movie and cuddle time.

In the year you've been living and working on Grandpa's old farm, you've gained many new friends throughout Pelican Town. Your core group included Sam, Abigale and Sebastian, with you being closest to Sebastian.

It was hard not to gravitate towards him when everything about him was just so comfortable. You didn't feel the need to fill the silence with chatter when you two hung out and read comics or manga, but also had no problems trash talking when going head to head in a video game.

It wasn't a big deal to you two when you quietly started dating. Neither of you were into pda and you always hung out so no one besides you two even knew it was going on.

You two were sitting on the couch in your farmhouse watching whatever cheesy horror movie was on, just enjoying each other's company and laughing together at how ridiculous the movie is when you hear a knock at your door.

"Are you expecting anyone today?" Sebastian asks as you untangle yourself from him and the blankets.

"Nope. I have no idea who it could be. It's Sunday and everyone knows I don't really do any work around the farm on Sundays and that I'm a couch potato all day." you reply with a confused tone as you walk to answer the door.

When you open the front door, the last sight You're expecting is Robin standing there with a big grin on her face.

You've got no problems with Robin finding out about your relationship with her son, but you'd definitely prefer her to not find out by seeing her son laying on your couch shirtless, so you quickly step outside and shut your door a little harder than intended.

"Hey farmer! Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, I know it's your day off and all" Robin starts with a slightly confused look on her face. You can only assume the look is from the way you slammed your door shut behind you like a crazy person.

"It's all good Robin! No worries here. Just worried about letting the heat out." Is your sorry excuse of a response. Like you'd have the fireplace roaring when it's the middle of summer.

"Oh sure. I get that, gotta conserve that fire wood right? Well I actually stopped by to see if I could trouble you for some goat cheese. I've been craving some and Pierre said he was out at the moment." Says Robin, getting to the point of why she stopped by today.

"Oh of course Robin! I've got some extras in the house, give me just a moment and I'll bring them right out!" You say a little louder than was necessary,happy that she only needed something as small as a chunk of goat's cheese.

You turn to open the door so you can run inside and grab the cheese when it thuds on something solid and stops before opening. Little did you know, while you were talking to his mom, Sebastian had crawled over to the door to eavesdrop on you two. He definitely didn't anticipate you throwing the door open as quickly as you did.

Sebastian rolls to the side where he would be blocked by the door as you go to open it again, stepping inside and shutting the door again quickly. While you run to the kitchen and Sebastian is rolling around on the floor holding his head where the door hit him trying to stay as quiet as possible, Robin is standing outside wondering what has gotten the farm so spooked.

Once you return to Robin with enough goat cheese to keep her away for a couple weeks, she thanks you and is about to be on her way when she stops and turns to you.

"Ya know, since you and Sebby have gotten so close lately, I think it would be amazing if you two went on a date. I think he may have a little crush on you." Robin says with a wink and walks away, leaving you slightly dumbfounded.

Once you gain a little of your composure, you walk back into the house to finish your movie with Sebastian as you notice he's still on the floor, but instead of rolling around in pain, he's now laughing hysterically.

"Glad you think this is funny Seb. I just about had a heart attack and a stroke all at once! All this stress over some damn goat cheese." You exclaim plopping back down on the couch and covering your head with the blanket.

A few moments later, you feel Sebastian lay on top of you and pull the blanket away from your face. He's still chuckling as he kisses your forehead and says "She's right ya know. I do have a little crush on you."

When you open your eyes you see that stupid smirk and all the tension leaves your body as you start laughing, pulling Sebastian closer you both relax back and continue your movie.

Later that night, Sebastian is walking back into his house and saunters into the kitchen to get something to drink before retreating to his room. Robin is in the process of making a snack of crackers and the goat cheese she got from the farm earlier in the day.

Sebastian tries to hide the smirk when he thinks back to what transpired during his mother's excursion to the farm. Robin hands him a cracker with cheese after he grabs his water bottle. “Try this Sebby, I got the best goat cheese today.”

As he pops the cracker and cheese into his mouth, he decides your farm really does produce the best cheese around, and as he's walking to his room tells his mom "Damn, the goats over on the farm really do make the best cheese, huh mom? Did you get enough for both of us today?"

Before he can make it to the stairs that lead to his room, his mom calls out to him "wait, how did you know I went and got cheese at the farm today when I normally go to Pierre's?"

Sebastian swears he can see the light bulb go off above his mom's head as he just chuckles and walks downstairs, leaving Robin alone in the kitchen. He hears his mom squeal with joy as he steps into his room and shuts the door.

By Wednesday that week, all of Pelican Town knows that Sebastian and the farmer are dating, and Robin couldn't be happier.

#sdv Sebastian #sebastian stardew valley #sebastian sdv #Sebastian sdv fic #Sebastian sdv fluff #Sebastian x farmer #my writing

[sweetbunpura]

Stolen Jackets: Floyd

Dorm Jacket

Camp Vargas: Floyd, Hoodie: Jamil

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“Floyd.”

“Hmm?”

“Where's your jacket?”

“Dunno.”

“What do you mean you don't know?” Azul crossed his arms. “That jacket is part of your uniform. Go find it or you're going to be stuck washing dishes today.”

Floyd threw his head back and sighed, removing his legs that were propped up on the table as he slowly climbed to his feet. He shoved his hands in his pockets and left Azul’s office. 

“I told you he would send you away if you showed up without a jacket.” Jade spoke up from the front post. 

“I can't find it, it ain't my fault.” Floyd grumbled as he walked past. 

One annoyed trek to the shared room and one trashed bedroom later, Floyd still hadn't found the jacket. Now thoroughly pissed off, he made his way back to Mostro Lounge and slammed the front door open.

“I can't-” Floyd paused as he stared at the person in front of him.

Yuu has turned to face him, dark hair pinned back with a beautiful white and purple floral hair pin. She had on a beautiful black cocktail dress with black heels. She was also wearing his dorm jacket and carrying a fancy purple bag. And now that Floyd was staring unblinkingly at her, he noticed that she was also wearing makeup. She was stunning and Floyd was silent.

“Ah, you're back.” Jade smiled. “I was going to call you, but Miss Yuu happened to show up with your jacket.”

Yuu glanced over at Jade and raised an eyebrow. “You called-”

“You should thank her, Floyd.” Jade cut her off. “Now you won't have to wash dishes.”

“Uh-huh.” Floyd swallowed and looked away as he lowered his hat to hide his face. “Why are you dressed like that?”

“Oh, this? Vil kidnapped me and took me shopping for new clothes, quoting ‘You need better clothes, Potato.’” Yuu shrugged. “I was about to get out of them when I got a call.” She looked at Jade. “From Jade to come here and return your jacket.”

Floyd looked at his brother, who was grinning with teeth on display. “You knew where it was?”

“I took a guess.” He chuckled. “Turns out, I was correct. You do have a habit of forgetting your jackets at Ramshackle.”

He stared hard at his twin as Yuu pulled the jacket off, showing off her bare shoulders, and handed it to Floyd.

“Here you go.”

“Thanks, Shrimpy...” Floyd put it on, breath hitching as he could smell the perfume she had on.

“I have an idea.” Jade voiced, grabbing both Yuu and Floyd's attention. “Why don't you stay and eat, Miss Yuu? I'm sure Floyd would be more than happy if you did.”

“Jade.” Floyd glared at him with a low growl.

“I'd hate to be a bother, I'm pretty sure Azul needs all the hands he can get. Besides, I gotta get back before Grim gets hungry enough to start trying to eat the fluff out of the sofa... again. Bye Jade, bye Floyd.”

“Bye, Miss Yuu.”

“See ya, Shrimpy...”

She left and Floyd watched her go before rounding on Jade.

“Come here.”

“Oya Oya, so angry.”

Floyd leaped at Jade, who swiftly dodged away, before being jumped at again by his twin. They both hit the floor with a thud, alerting the staff and bringing Azul out of his office. They grappled and rolled around, knocking over tables and breaking some glasses.

“Jade! Floyd! What in the great seven’s name are you both doing!?”

At the end of the day, all Floyd really cared about was how good Yuu looked in the dress and his jacket.

#Yuusona #yuu homura #twst yuu #floyd leech #jade leech #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #stolen jackets #floyd leech x yuu #floyd x yuu

[im-not-thinking-confetti-cannons]

Day 10: Cockbulge

Warnings: none

Rating: E

Pairing: Raylan x Tim

Rachel's the one who brings up the subject of favorite meals, while staring disdainfully at some sort of lettuce wrap that’s sitting on her desk and looking mostly wilted. Raylan's tried to tell her before that Kentucky isn't the sort of place where one eats healthy, but – kudos to her for still trying, he supposes.

Trying being the keyword. She pokes at the wrap listlessly for ten minutes before knocking it off her desk and into the trash, and then leans back in her chair and stares at the ceiling. "Fish and chips," she says, out of the blue. "That's what I could go for right now."

Raylan glances up. "There's a place down the street that doesn't make it half bad," he says, but Rachel scoffs, shaking her head. 

"Didn't you ever learn not to buy seafood this far inland?" she asks. "Or maybe you forgot, with how long you lived in Miami."

"Can't say I had much seafood in Miami," Raylan replies. "I'm a meat and potatoes, fried chicken kind of guy. And you don't have to be within spitting distance of a chicken coop to get good fried chicken."

Rachel laughs under her breath, and then turns her head, looking over at Tim. "What about you?" she asks. "What's your go-to, Tim?"

Tim shrugs, not looking up from the report he's filling out on his computer. "I don't know," he mutters, almost idly. Then: "Sunflower seeds, I guess."

Raylan and Rachel both just stare for a moment. "Sunflower seeds," Raylan repeats. "Last time I checked, that wasn't a meal." He pauses, thinking. “Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat an actual meal.”

Tim's grin is almost hidden by the glare on the divider.  “I wasn’t aware it was a spectator sport.”

“Man cannot survive on string cheese and clementines alone, Gutterson.”

“And sunflower seeds," Tim adds, finally abandoning the report to flash Raylan a smile. "Besides, you telling me you don’t like your girls short and skinny?”

Rachel mutters something under her breath that sounds a whole lot like hopeless from where Raylan's sitting, but his focus isn't on her anymore. It's on Tim. Tim, who's flirting, if Raylan's experience has anything to say about it.

“It just so happens I like all sorts of girls," Raylan says after a moment's pause, just long enough to be deliberate, and something behind Tim's eyes flashes, something sharp and honed. It's a lot, Raylan thinks, like being stared down by a mountain lion. Or looking down the barrel of a gun.

"Oh really?" Rachel says, quietly enough that she could be talking to herself, even if she's not. "We never would have guessed."

And – they don’t talk about it, not in so many words. The three of them go back to work, and it’s business as usual until Raylan stands to leave and Tim says, casually, “You got any plans for the night?”

The office is nearly empty. Rachel is gone, and Art is in his office with the door closed, so Raylan just shrugs and says, just as casual, “I don’t know. You tell me.”

Tim’s eyes flash again, that same hunger peeking through, and Raylan hasn’t wanted this badly in a long time. For a moment, Tim just looks Raylan up and down, and Raylan’s not sure what he’s looking for but apparently, he finds it. “Give me half an hour and you can show me what kind of whiskey you keep on hand,” he says.

“You know where I live?”

Tim raises an eyebrow. “You mean, do I know the shitty motel you’re holing up in?”

And… fair. “Half an hour,” Raylan agrees. “I’ll hold you to that.”

Slowly, Tim smiles, and he doesn’t speak until Raylan is almost to the elevators. 

“Well, now that I’d like to see.”

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As promised, half an hour later, there’s a knock on Raylan’s door. And when Raylan opens it, the first thing out of Tim’s mouth is, “All sorts of girls, huh?”

Raylan grins, cocking his hip against the door frame. “Don’t think I ever really learned how to be picky.”

Tim takes a step closer, tilting his head up to meet Raylan’s gaze. His hair is damp, Raylan notices, not soaked like he just stepped out of the shower but wet like all he did was scrub a towel over it before heading over. “We call that a slut, where I’m from.”

“Oh, that’s what they call us ‘round these parts, too.”

Tim huffs a breath, though the smile that’s making the corners of his eyes crinkle belies any true annoyance. “I honestly can’t believe I’m about to let you put your dick in me.”

And – even in jest, the thought makes Raylan’s jeans feel a little tighter, “Oh?” he asks, his voice just half a register deeper. “Is that what’s happening here?”

Tim leans in, putting one hand gently against the center of Raylan’s chest. He slides it up, until his fingertips are just barely grazing the hollow of Raylan’s throat, and when he speaks, his voice is soft. “Hey, Raylan?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.”

Tim pushes Raylan inside with a strength that shouldn’t be surprising, finding Raylan’s mouth with his own the moment the door closes behind them. He kisses like there’s a clock running down somewhere, frantic and hurried, almost like he’s daring Raylan to pull away. And Raylan doesn’t. Can’t. Not with Tim’s body pressed against his own and the swipe of his tongue over his bottom lip.

“Bed,” Tim says against his mouth, and it comes out like the only kind of order Raylan doesn’t have a problem obeying. He lets Tim herd him back towards the bed, lets himself be tripped backwards onto it, and he all but drags Tim down on top of him. And Tim settles astride his hips like he belongs there, like that’s where he wants to be.

Raylan pulls him down into another kiss, nips at his bottom lip and licks into his mouth when Tim gasps, all sweet surprise. Tim retaliates by getting one hand fisted in Raylan’s hair and pulling, and it’s all downhill from there, a mess of harsh breaths and roaming hands and both of them grinding against each other, trying to get a little relief.

Tim’s the one who pulls back, lips slick and bitten-red, and starts to fumble with Raylan’s belt. “Off,” he says, belatedly, and Raylan gathers up just enough coordination to help. Between the two of them, they do away with Raylan’s jeans, and then Tim stands to strip himself down while Raylan fights with his own shirts. No more than a minute later – and somehow the longest minute of Raylan’s life – he’s got Tim in his lap again, those long, slim fingers sneaking between them to palm Raylan’s dick through his boxers. And yet Tim is the one who groans, who leans forward until his forehead thunks against Raylan’s collarbone.

“Jesus,” he mutters, just loud enough to be heard. “They give you a permit to carry that thing around?”

And the thing is, Raylan knows he’s big. It’s not obscene, not by any means, but he’s a little more than proportional. The first girlfriend he had outside of Harlan called him gifted (the first one he had in Harlan called him “hung like a fucking horse.”)

“We don’t have to,” he offers, even if the thought is physically painful. He’s not a dick – not like that, anyway. But Tim just levels him with an unimpressed look and shakes his head.

“Where’s your lube?”

While Raylan fumbles with the bedside drawer, Tim strips them both out of their underwear. He mutters something under his breath when he settles again, his fingertips skimming up the length of Raylan’s cock in a way that’s almost reverent. “Fuck,” he says, loud enough for Raylan to hear this time. “Yeah, all right. All right.”

“I can–” Raylan begins, but Tim huffs impatiently, takes the bottle away from him only to slick up his own hand.

“Why do you think I stopped off at home?” he asks, and then those fingers wrap around Raylan’s cock, slick and tight, and any response Raylan might have had dies in his throat. The friction, paired with the thought of Tim in the shower, one arm braced against the wall, the other between his legs… if Raylan wasn’t achingly hard before, he is now.

Just a breath or two later, Tim is shifting forward, lifting his hips and lining himself up. “Don’t fucking move,” he warns, and Raylan obediently keeps himself very, very still while Tim starts to sink down.

They both groan at that first press, Tim at the stretch, Raylan at the hotwettight feeling that seems to radiate up his spine. He digs his fingers into Tim’s hips, ready to hold him when he stops for a breather, but he just… doesn’t. He takes it slow, isn’t stupid about it, but he doesn’t stop until he’s seated in Raylan’s lap, his thighs quaking and his pupils blown wide.

“Easy,” Raylan says, and Tim just laughs a little breathlessly, his fingers flexing against Raylan’s chest.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Tim asks, his voice breathy and not a little strained, and a moment later he starts to move. 

Despite his words, he does take it slow. He does little more than rock in Raylan’s lap until his body adjusts a little, until the drag feels a little less like a vise. Then Raylan really gets to see him move, the way his spine arches, the way his hips roll every time he sinks back down. It’s mesmerizing, and it’s all Raylan can do to hold on.

It’s just getting good, the kind of good that promises a fast peak and the best kind of twitchy little aftershocks, when Tim slows down, nearly stopping, until he’s just grinding in Raylan’s lap. And when Raylan looks up at him, squeezing one hip in askance, he just flashes a lopsided little smile and clenches, hard. “Wasn’t done,” he says, and starts back up again.

The third or so time that Tim does that, starts to slow down just as it’s getting so good that Raylan wants to scream, Raylan decides he’s had enough. It’s easy enough to flip them, to get Tim pressed down into the mattress, without shifting from where he’s buried deep inside the younger man. And he expects a huff of annoyance, a little bitten out get on with it, but instead Tim just arches his back and settles, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Took you long enough,” he breathes, and Raylan figures he looks entirely too pleased with himself. He rolls his hips, slow and long and deep, and Tim shudders beautifully underneath him, his cock leaking against his stomach. “Fuck,” he groans. “Yeah, fuck, just like that.”

Raylan manages two full thrusts of just like that before his gaze is drawn downward and his hips stutter, his breath leaving him in a silent whoosh. It takes his brain a moment to make sense of what he’s seeing, but when he shifts back a little there’s no doubt.

“Well, fuck,” Raylan says, just strangled enough to get Tim to lift his head with a snappy little what now. Silently, Raylan reaches out, running his palm over where his cock is making a visible bump in Tim’s abdomen, and they both shiver and groan at the feeling. Tim’s cock blurts a little more precome, adding to the mess on his stomach, and the sound he makes is so close to a whine Raylan can’t tell the difference.

“All right,” Tim says, sounding just as strained as Raylan feels. “All right, fuck, come on, I want it.”

The words snap Raylan back into motion, and the keening sob his first thrust pulls from Tim feels like one hell of a reward. He keeps the angle, keeps the pace – keeps his hand there on Tim’s stomach, so they can both feel how Raylan fills him every time he bottoms out.

Tim comes first, when Raylan lets his hand slip down so Tim can buck up into his loose fist, but Raylan isn't far behind, spilling when Tim tightens and scrabbles blindly at Raylan's shoulders. His orgasm rocks him, feels more like an electric shock than a release, and it takes him a long, long minute to come down from that particular high. 

Underneath him, Tim looks just as dazed as Raylan feels. Raylan shifts, carefully, leans down to kiss Tim gently while he pulls out, both of them sensitive to the point of wincing. He all but flops down next to Tim, and feels oddly relieved when Tim doesn't move away, doesn't immediately start cleaning himself up and picking up his clothes. 

Before he can make the offer that's percolating in the back of his mind, though, Tim’s stomach grumbles, loud enough to be very, very clear. They both freeze, and then Raylan laughs while Tim reaches up to cover his face with his hands. 

“I’m not getting you fucking sunflower seeds,” Raylan says, reaching for the phone on the nightstand. “Can you cope with pepperoni?”

And Tim tilts his head back and laughs, loud and pretty.

“I think I can manage.”

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#justified #kinktober 2023 #raylan givens #tim gutterson #givenson #S1 tim was a twink and I just think Raylan should have taken him home

[kinshenewa]

Cadence followed Sun to their room, and she hummed as she plopped on the couch, Sun brought over a nice big bowl of mashed potatoes and set it on the coffee table. He plopped onto the couch beside her, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close as he started to feed her the mashed potatoes.

She finished her bite, chuckling as she said casually, "Your big brother broke into my room a few days ago."

Sun blinked, looking surprised as he asked, "Really?"

"Yeah, he slept with me. I nearly gave him 'pillow therapy' in the morning." She replied, cackling quietly as she did air quotes.

Sun froze, crushing the spoon in his hand. His smile was strained as he said through gritted teeth, "Did he now?"

She nodded, cracking her neck to one side as she said, "Yeah, he said he didn't want to sleep alone. Basically, he was sleeping with me like I was a body pillow or a teddy."

Sun's shoulders relaxed slightly as he said, "Oh, so he cuddled you the whole night."

"Yeah, what did you think I meant?" She asked, sending an inquisitive look his way.

"Oh dear, I accidentally broke the spoon," Sun said sadly, looking at the mangled spoon in his hand. He got up and threw the spoon in the trash, getting a new one before plopping next to her again and resuming feeding her.

"Mm." She hummed, head bobbing as she finished her mouthful quickly. "That's right. I almost forgot. I took a bounty, I'll be leaving in a few days and be gone for a bit, anywhere between a week to maybe 3 weeks at max. Wanted to warn ya." She said, smiling at Sun.

Sun looked surprised, his rays flaring out as he exclaimed, "Oh deary me! A bounty? Are you sure? I would hate for you to get hurt!"

She laughed as she answered, "Don't worry, I've been doing this for a decade, I know how to not get hurt. Badly."

Sun huffed, crossing his arms as he said, "You should try to not get hurt at ALL. Promise me you will come back in one piece? No ouchies or booboos?"

She snorted a chuckle, covering her nose as she said, "Ouchies and booboos?"

Sun smiled as he did jazz hands, happily saying, "Makes 'em laugh!" She returned the jazz hands as she said cheerily, "Give 'em the ol' razzle dazzle!"

Sun smiled happily, embracing her and pulling her close as he giggled. He loved it when she was silly, she did it so authentically, unlike most humans he had met. Other humans were only acting. His grip tightened ever so slightly, a grin spreading across his face as he thought his silly little thoughts. Oh how happy he was that she would let him get so close, would let him give her food without suspicion. She hasn't seen him bake anything, yet she shows no distrust.

Cadence is his favorite human. All the other humans are rude and crass. She was neither of those. She was polite, intelligent, thoughtful. She wasn't greedy, she wasn't cruel, she wasn't kind only when it benefited her. She is perfect.

"Bit too tight there." She said, patting his back, and he quickly let go, smiling happily. He said nothing, instead feeding her more mashed potatoes.

The peaceful silence was broken, however, when Eclipse came in. As soon as he walked through the door, Cadence flipped him off, and Eclipse stared at her with a blank expression, lips curling into a frown.

"Sup bitch? Don't think of entering my room without my permission again. I'll make you regret it." She said, and Sun just loved how she never spoke with food in her mouth.

"Oh please, I am 150 years old, there isn't anything you could do to make me regret it," Eclipse replied, rolling his eyes. Cadence choked, coughing as she looked shocked.

"150?!?" She exclaimed, hitting her chest. She was choking on air, yet seemed having a little struggle with it.

"Why, yes. And I'm 100. How is that shocking to you?" Sun said, gently rubbing her back, "Us Celestial Jesters can live for centuries, sometimes a millennium."

"Humans only live a century at max!" She wheezed, falling sideways onto the couch.

"I dated a human once. Years and years ago. But she eventually left me for a Biker Chicken. Those blasted bastards, always sporting their leather jackets and revving their Dragon Cycles to appear cool." Eclipse said, frowning irritably as he sat on the couch next to her. She sat straight, now sandwiched between the two alien men, and she grabbed the spoon from Sun's hand and put a big bite into her mouth. Her hands fidgeted, her face reddening slightly as she looked straight ahead.

"Your face is a little red. Have you fallen sick? Do you need some help?" Sun asked, his fangs becoming more prominent with a click, some of his bright pink venom beading at the tips.

Eclipse remained silent, smirking smugly as he side-eyed the human. She shook her head, giving the spoon back to Sun as she finished her bite, and she opened her mouth wide. Sun understood the assignment and resumed feeding her, Eclipse chuckling quietly.

#kinshenewas-writing

[nerves-nebula]

I'd like to tell it to the Council of Abuse Advisors (I'm saying this in the same tone Rose from hs says The Green Sun) because my whole thing is that I'm desprate to gather data on people's thoughts of what happened to me because I love data and distrust my own judgement

My only issue is that I dont wanna be overstepping by being just dumping it on someone- also what happend is pretty small Potatoes and I don't wanna be bitchy

If you're interested tho by my schrodingers "was that done with sexual intent or am I just crazy" I'd love to give submit my experience to the Council of Abuse Advisors

(sorry if my tone is too jokey)

no such thing as too jokey for trauma. also i don't mind "trauma dumping" ppl have done it for years here and i think i was only ever bothered by it like, one time. just note that i don't always have anything to say in response besides "wow that sucks"

and if we're gonna do this, I'd say lets pick another name. council of abuse advisors sounds like we and we alone get to categorize abuse and that's. hmm. i dont like that, even as a joke.

maybe we can be the Circle of the Damned. I like that better. maybe that's too final and pessimistic tho... how about The Midnight Society? that one SOUNDS serious but is a reference to a spooky kids show. or maybe we could be The Dumping Grounds, like we're all just the little trash creatures in the (trauma)dumps that pick over the stories and make proclamations without any real authority

ok mayhaps im getting too into this part of it. the point is, lay it on me, idc

#nnstuff #ask

[undead-dreams-of-overmorrow]

fuck it games i played update post

tonight was just Chicory? i think? yeah

i wanted to play mc as well but i got so into chicory that i didnt have time

anyway spoilers for Chicory under cut

(also storytime and screenshots; at the end a little analysis about parallels between chicory and hollow knight)

ok so screenshots first(there's a lot of them)

ok so first of all i managed to diagnose the bug that made it so my cursor would randomly snap to the bottom-right for a single frame. playing in windowed mode seems to solve it. not ideal, but at least drawing isnt as frustrating

^ thanks for the reddit gold trash kind stranger!

^ hullo! ^-^

^ it's shit but i wanted to show off the holey design i made

^ the facial expressions of everyone lmao

^ still dont really know who the vandal is. anyway butts ehehe

^ I'm sorry but Nintendon't won't show mercy for that

^ her face expression (again) lmao

^ ace icon? or gay icon? queer icon nonetheless (yes that there is a very crude attempt at drawing little ghost)

^ love him (disregard the paintings)

^ somebody's horny on main

^ POTATO

^ Horn't shirt

^ ok fuck you game given the tools given and my skill level im actually kinda proud of what i managed to do fuck you (<2)

^ I forgot to make screenshots with the other lines related to this but... fuck i relate to chicory so much. The impostor syndrome. the self-hatred. except that im actually shit compared to what she canonically does but like. That only made what she did to Cupcake (idk i named my character like that. They asked for food it's not my fault) hit even harder on me. I am talentless. I do have no experience. But fuck you (<2) for being so relatable to me specifically and for making me see myself in both characters

^ why, hello there

Ok now i shorter analysis of connections between Chicory and Hollow Knight (maybe also Celeste?) cause it's 1AM and I'm kinda tired

(spoilers for both games)

(also have in mind that i still havent finished chicory)

Ok i first of all find really interesting the theme and the title of both chicory and hk. The title represents a character. Not hte playable character like in other games, but the final Boss, or at least the (apparent) source of Bad in the world. Granted i do no know for sure the final boss of chicory. and technically hk isnt the final boss of hk. I wouldnt be surprised if the final boss in chicory is my own depression. But that's beside the point.

Both characters, Chicory and Hollow, were left with immense responsibilities upon their shoulders. And both of them failed due to mental roadblocks. Because there was nobody to help them. Because they were supposed to be the best. And while they were extremely skilled, they became their own enemy. This caused in both cases, Corruption. Now, in one case it's the manifestation of a literal god that acts like a hivemind. In the other it's the negative thoughts of someone wielding a tool with pretty much godly powers. Same thing really.

Moreover, this Corruption manifests itself onto the entire land (we do not take into account the exceptions in HK and the possible exceptions in Ch. once again, i havent finished the latter). And it is in the hands of the player, representing somebody that was cast out, rejected by the ones they looked up to, but in the end becoming the best out of everyone, to fix it all.

The point is i dont know. But im excited to see how the plot of Ch unfolds

(also the idea i had about celeste was how Madeline and Chicory are in similar situations with their mental health. But unlike Madeline, Chicory does not accept any outside help, nor does she seek help herself (at least not yet)) (yeah this idea has even less sense now. disregard it if you will)

#green bear spam #my gamefiles #my savefiles #chicory #hollow knight #my essays #<that might become a thing? idk

[itsmesheep]

so besides the strep (it IS strep) there have been huge numbers of flies in my apartment. i mean absolute clouds of them. cant leave a glass of water uncovered for 10 seconds or there's 3 floating in it. so i've been dealing with that this entire time with the fever and coughing and pain and hr being cunts and the hostile american medical system. despite being sick i cleaned everything i could think to clean and i have to conclude they are coming from the neighbor's apartment. i'm pretty sure they finally evicted her because i haven't heard her screaming in about a week but nobody has been over to clean it and it still smells awful when i walk past. i stuffed all my usually displayed dishes and kitchen ware in whatever cabinet it would fit in so i can freely bug spray the whole area 3x a day. i'm doing the same to the bathroom. i'm eating only protein shakes and single serve microwave mac and cheese and mashed potatoes because i can't cook anything with so many flies around and i still can't eat solid food. i wash out every container before putting it in the trash. i took out the litter and trash, again, and i am pouring sweat from just the effort that took. i return to work tomorrow.

#i stay here because it is cheaper than the next cheapest place by like $700 a month #i absolutely cannot afford to move #and even if i could all my shit is here #all my shelves are hung on the wall and everything is in a place i like it #and there's no fucking carpet which is EXTREMELY difficult to find in apartments #and they let me keep my animals here #if i'm going to go to the trouble of moving it's going to be out of the country

[tinyshe]

Garden Report & Frugal Living 24.02.27

This years garden science is planting by the sign of the moon. Yes, one bed is dedicated to root crops to play this out. I'm using radishes and carrots for three stages of planting -- radishes because I am impatient, carrots because they are my current craze.

Besides the radish and carrot, I've planted spinach and transplanted some red alpine strawberries. I also snuck a row of white calendulas in. In a month or two there should be new potatos to harvest that over wintered under the hazel trees. The hazels are also grand with all their little catskins! We should have a regular crop if the rat vermin will leave the green nuts alone.

Been puttering in the garden, mainly assessing things. dreaming and skeming some grand plans. That almond tree that didn't get taken out this winter due to bad weather has decided it is going to bloom gloriously! In the past, it was just one or two blooms but not this year! The plums are starting but the fruitless plum is getting rather tired; its struggling. There are some big conkers (shelf polypores) attached in several places. I don't know about the plum crops as its blooming period is competing with the rains and now a cold snap is coming in so I doubt there will be many bees venturing out far.

The camillias are lovely as ever, until you step on a saucer sized spent bloom on the walk and then its cartoon time with whirling arms in the air, skittering and slippage down the way. Its time to take a shovel out and remove the hazzards.

Alcott and Rosetti have laid their first Spring egg. Bronte, I expect, is holding out because she just is cranky right now with the neighbor kid and his basketball. She and I both disapprove of his night time dribbling and dunking on the back patio. See! She does take after me, after all!

Frugal tip is in not tossing out some of your veg but planting them: garlic, potatoes, onions (greens and slicing) and even your carrot tops. While the carrot tops won't grow another root, you can re-sprouts the leaves to eat. Most of the autumn harvested veg that are keepers will start their natural process and start to green up to grow. Instead of sending them to the trash or compost bin, plant them as they are ready.

#catholic gardener #garden #gardening #urban homesteading #permaculture #flowers #vegetables #fruit trees #nut trees #hens #frugal living

[flora-bigs]

"Oh, vegan stuff sounds great, actually. I eat, like, mostly meat." She laughs, once again trying to pull her shirt down to cover her gut. Once again, she's unsuccessful. "I could get down with some tofu." The trash bag is now full, and Rose looks at Vicky self satisfied. "I'M gonna take this outside now!" And she does, her butt bouncing out the door.

Vicky settles down onto the newly-clean couch, and smirks as she pulls out her phone, drawing up a list. Veggie bacon, whole grain bread, some potatoes and seasonings and fresh fruit. We'll turn this ship around yet, huh?

She casts her eyes around, looking for any other details about Rose's life, besides the trash. Any pictures on the wall? DVDs on the shelf?

[ophelia-jones]

Thorns part 8

Lacey was back in the room she had once been so grateful for. She had earned her place in the saviors. Negan had put her through so much shit trying to break her, but he didn't know she had been forged in fire years before the dead began to walk.  Her old man had been on disability for a bad back - but his back wasn't his real problem; his real problem came in a bottle. A liquor bottle, a pill bottle - he was a real multi-tasker.

Her mom had gotten sick when Lacey was just a baby, and her older brothers had more or less raised her. They were only boys - 6 and 8 when she was born. They did the best they could. Most of the things they had came from the dumpster outside of the local thrift shop. Things that weren't good enough for goodwill, but they were better than nothing at all which is what they had. 

The other kids at school called them white trash or avoided them altogether. The few of them that did give them the time of day were ordered not to by their parents usually. It was a lonely existence, but at least they had each other.

When their dad got it together long enough, he would take them hunting and fishing. Once or twice they had gone camping - but it wasn't far off from the way they lived every day, and at the campground there were too many eyes on them for comfort. One time some things came up missing and Jamie and Brandon were accused of being the ones who took them. Dad had packed them up and taken them home after that, giving them a whipping with a green switch he cut off a tree.  He disappeared into his room with a six pack and watched tv for the rest of the weekend. 

Lacey hadn't realized other parents didn't lock themselves in their rooms for long stretches, forgetting to feed their children. 

Brand got a job when he was sixteen, flipping burgers at the local dairy queen rip-off restaurant that was only open for a few summer months. There was one in just about every little northern Michigan town, specializing in fried food and soft serve.

Things got better for a little while, but when school started again their family felt the pinch that his lack of income brought. It wasn't long before he took up with the local pot dealer, making better money for less work. Jamie, too, decided to take up this venture. Within a couple of years Lacey was helping them with a sizable grow in the run down barn on a neighbors property. She was homebound and wasn't using it anyway, they reasoned. 

It was when she was 16 that she discovered she had a better resource - men would pay good money to look at her. She was dancing at the topless club in the next town before her seventeenth birthday and by the time she was 21 she had built up enough savings to get a place of her own. Before she was 30 she owned the bar. She took better care of her girls, too. Her brothers worked as bouncers, they were brutes and most people were scared at the very sight of them.  They also provided the sort of recreational herbs and pharmaceuticals she couldn't legally sell at the bar.   She lived in a complex and perpetual state of pride and shame. She had made it out of the poverty she had been born into, but in ways that polite society rejected. She had money but she was still white trash.

She was lost in memories of the life before, the things she had thought were important and struggles she thought were brutal back then. She couldn't be bitter about it though, because it had prepared her better than most for this new world. 

She had seen death and violence and cruelty back when the rest of the world was able to look away and pretend it wasn't there. 

She was drawn out of her thoughts by a knock on the door. Before she had a chance to ask who was there, the door swung open and Negan appeared with a tray.

"You skipped dinner." He said, sitting the food down on the bed beside her.

"I'm not hungry." She told him.

"C'mon," Negan said playfully, spooning up some mashed potatoes and bringing it to her lips. "Here comes the airplane, open up the hanger." She blinked at him but refused to play his game.

"Don't make me do the airplane noises." He teased with a crooked grin. She bit her cheek, irritated that she could be amused by the man she had witnessed commit murder just hours ago. The man who was effectively holding her prisoner. 

"Oh, I saw that! You know you want to smile. You can't help it, I'm adorable." He joked and Lacey couldn't hold it back any longer. She covered her eyes with one hand and laughed despite herself. 

"You're a fucking lunatic." She told him.

"You love it." He grinned, putting the spoon down on the plate. "I've missed you. You are the only person who gets away with talking to me like that." He reached out and ran a strand of her hair between two of his fingers.

"I'm not going to sleep with you, Negan." She told him plainly. She wasn't arguing with him or being rude, simply stating a fact. He chuckled softly. 

"You're the one who can't stop thinking about it. I never said a word." He grinned, nudging the tray toward her.

"Why do you let me talk to you the way no one else can?" She asked, picking the spoon up and taking small tastes of the mashed potatoes and gravy. There were chunks of meat in it she couldn't quite identify. Beef from a can or jar, maybe. Negan's eyes grew distant and he looked down at the bedspread beneath his hand.

"You remind me of someone. Someone special." He told her in a moment of sincerity which surprised even himself, she suspected. She didn't know what to say, so for a long time she didn't say anything. She managed to eat more than half of the meal he'd brought before he found his voice again. 

"Were you so convinced I would kill you? Is that really why you didn't come back?" He cocked his head to one side and studied her closely.

"I knew I couldn't rule it out." She replied with a slight nod, but she couldn't meet his eyes.

"Yes, you could've. I'm telling you, right now, you could have known I wouldn't hurt you." He told her, his voice not much more than a low grumble. 

"I've seen your rage, Negan. And I know that you believe any sign of weakness will bring about suffering for the people you have promised to look after. If everyone here believed I ran off to join the only group that has been able to put a dent in your shining armor, how could you not kill me?" She sighed.

"Because they will believe what I tell them. My word is law." He stared down at Lacey. "You should have had more faith. After all, you're the one always telling me 'you're better than this'. Was that just smoke you were blowing up my ass?" 

"No." She admitted. 

"Then what was it? Why didn't you find a way back, to tell me what had happened? Don't tell me its those idealists you took up with. You don't buy into all of that 'peaceful rebuilding' communist bullshit. I know you better than that."

"I don't know. I mean, maybe there is something to it. Rick says there has to be something more, something to move toward instead of all the last man standing bullshit humanity has always done. I used to think the survival of the fittest stuff was how we built everything we had achieved but maybe it was what led to our downfall. Maybe …" she sighed and lay back against her pillows, her wavy brown hair pillowing behind her head and shoulders. "Maybe it's just the pregnancy hormones changing my brain." 

Negan smiled at that and reached out and rested a hand on her subtle baby bump.

"Is he moving yet?" He asked, and the way he looked at her nearly tore Lacey's heart out. If she were young and naive she would have mistaken that look for love. 

"No. I get my appetite once in awhile again though. Thats a good sign. She isn't making me throw up all the time anymore." She rested her own hand beside his. "Their doctor said everything is normal enough." She assured him.

"Well, I'll still send our guy up to check you out tomorrow. Just to be safe." He told her as he rose and stretched his long, lean form. She nodded in agreement. 

"Negan?" She spoke as he stepped out the door. He turned and raised his eyebrows at her questioningly.  "Thank you."

"For what?" He arched a jet black eyebrow at her. 

"Believing me, I guess. For … protecting me. I know you are always saying you want to, but until real recently no one has ever followed through on that." She told him before rolling over onto her left side and tucking a pillow  between her legs.  She was suddenly exhausted. Negan smiled to himself slightly as he closed her door behind himself

#daryl dixon fanfic #negan fanfiction #original female character

[praxist]

having trouble with work. full time work. the kind that's easy, not the kind that asks you to come in for 50 hours instead of 40, 60 instead of 50, 80 instead of... and i'm having trouble with how much i'm not doing, much unlike the jobs i did in which i did too much. it seems every job i get is easier than the one before it, and they each pay better than the previous, too. mcdonalds was seven dollars and twenty five cents, and ive never worked harder for more.

from this point in the climb, i very nearly see the peak, and wonder if up there is where one does nothing but is paid something. i'm very nearly there myself, for i do little and am paid much. i do so little, in fact, that i've become lucid of the plainest transaction this job currently is: i give my employer 40 hours of my week and they give me money at the end of the month. it's a perfect swap, a handoff: there aren't any guns, but there's starving children and rotting produce right beside. i walk up and hand them my 40 hours. i then toss another 10 or so where the spoiled potatoes are, with the rest of the trash: that's time spent waking up and driving to and back, and it's probably 20. they give me the money. a child bawls its stupid eyes out. same time tomorrow?

i twice say "very nearly" because i'm not quite there, obviously and literally. i still have duties, even if they're easier than mcdonalds'. i'm micromanaged, just like mcdonalds actually. if i could spend all this free, do-nothing time doing something, i probably wouldn't be miserably typing away at all the nothing i do. but i do nothing and have an eye watching over my shoulder to ensure nothing is done. and then they hand me my money when i'm done doing nothing. same time tomorrow?

i've never worked this little for so much, and it's making me miserable.

[riotvibes-a-blog]

can people tell to the anon that this isn’t the truth ? that im bad at this ....

#⁽ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ⋅ ⁾ ► KING WITH NO CROWN. #compared to all of you. #i'm a potato trash beside.

[starlightxsvt]

Cohabitation with the Devil | Chapter 4

pairing ➳ devil!jihoon x female!reader

genre ➳ little bit of horror, crack, enemies to lovers, fluff, eventual smut.

word count ➳ 2.2k

warnings ➳ cursing, blood, stabbing, (nothing too gore), some stalking ig, a little bit of violence, religious talks which are completely inaccurate (i made it up, don't read if you are offended), hoshi being offended cuz he has been called a hamster!!!, they finally smooch in this episode yisss 😳

summary ➳ somehow an entity ends up in your house and it isn't planning on leaving anytime soon. you know trouble comes in many forms but you never thought it would come to you in the form of a rather short but devilishly handsome, extremely annoying demon.

║ series masterlist ║

"So have you thought of a plan to get rid of him?" Hoshi asks as he pops a fry into his mouth. Sighing you follow in suit before shaking your head no.

"I don't think it's possible to get rid of him without banging him." You murmur chewing on the cold slice of potato.

"Maybe a priest could help," Seokmin pipes up from beside you.

"I doubt it," you murmur. "That thing fears nothing.

"Gosh, I can't believe he called me a hamster. The more I think about it the angrier I get," Hoshi murmurs to himself as he wipes his fingers using a napkin. You roll your eyes. Your friend will never be ready to hear it but he indeed, represents a hamster but you're not mean enough to burst his tiger obsession bubble.

"Maybe you should move out," Seokmin makes a suggestion. You let out a puff of air, "It's not gonna work. He said we are like...attached. Where I go, he goes."

"Damn."

"I can't believe we have a fucking demon stuck up our asses," Hoshi murmurs. You jab him playfully, "You mean my ass."

"Maybe you should just have sex with him. I mean...it's the only solution no?" Seokmin says innocently. You glare at him.

"I won't be having sex with a demon!" You hiss.

"Oh come on, ___. How bad can it be? I mean he's a nasty creature so I'm sure you're gonna have a good time-" before he can finish you grab your bag and get up from the seat, taking quick steps away from the canteen.

"Bye idiots."

-

When you come home, Jihoon isn't there, much to your surprise and relief. You wait a few minutes for him to pop out of nowhere and when he doesn't a small smile spreads onto your face.

Maybe he got tired of you and left.

Happily you get on with your chores and after a very productive day, when it's late into the night, you sit down in front of the TV with your favourite snacks, ready to catch up on your shows.

A sudden sound from your kitchen puts you alert mode as you jump from the couch and peer towards the source.

Your face falls in disappointment.

Jihoon has appeared out of thin air and is taking out a packet of snack from your cabinet, happily munching on the crispy treat while strolling towards the living room, like what he just did was completely normal.

"Hey 'sup? Miss me baby?" He throws a cheeky grin at you before taking the seat next to you.

"You're back?" You whisper in dismay.

"I'm back? You didn't think I left for good, did you?" He chuckles.

"Why the hell are you back! Go back to wherever you have been all day!"

"Hell? Aw, no that's not fun. Also, I live here, darling.

"Excuse me?" You seethe. "You live here? Let's see, you don't pay a fucking penny for the rent, you don't help me with any chores, you don't clean the house instead only trash it and you- you've the audacity to say you live here?!"

"Damn, you're stressed. You must have really missed me," He muses to himself, busy stuffing his mouth with food and watching the TV.

The anger you feel is beyond anything. So strong that it drains you and you fall back on the sofa, groaning loudly while pulling at your hair. "Is there really no way to get rid of you without sex?!"

"Mhmm, no other way. I'm gonna be with you even after death."

"What! That means I'm going to hell?!" You sit upright, eyeing him with blown out pupils.

"Or heaven. We'll know when you actually die," he says nonchalantly. "What do you mean? How can you visit me in heaven?" You frown only to see a salacious smirk grace the demon's lips. "Well, you see, I have a free pass there."

"What!"

He laughs at your reaction. "Yeah, the higher ranking demons are graced with the power to enter heaven. Just to visit though, we cannot use our powers there."

"Why...why would you visit heaven?" You whisper warily. He gives you a teasing smile, "To make deals or discuss anything important or related to the orders of heaven and hell with Him."

"Him? You make deals with God?!" You yell.

"Yeah. Something like that." He replies calmly. You sit in silence, somewhat shocked. You don't ask for any more information despite your curiosity because you aren't sure how much you are allowed to know.

"Well," you clear your throat. "I'm gonna prepare for bed, I had a long day."

"Aw, want me to sing you a lullaby? Or even better we can just have s-"

"Good fucking night." You glare at him, flustered, before marching away from the room.

-

Next morning when you wake up Jihoon has once again disappeared but to your utter surprise, you find your living room clean when you expected it to be a complete mess because of Jihoon's snacking last night and since you had left your dinner leftovers on the table. Instead you find the dishes done, table wiped and even a cup of coffee prepared for you with a note that says-

Since you were complaining I did nothing around the house, I took pity on you. I'll be late today. Don't miss me too much baby ;)

Also, don't worry, I didn't poison your coffee. Can't have you getting hurt, sweetheart.

A scoff escapes your lips as you read the note before a grin appears on your face which you can't help. Tentatively you sip on your coffee and when you deem that it tastes usual, you start preparing for class, a happy smile etched to your face.

For the first time, you don't find Jihoon so annoying. If he helps you with chores and everything, it wouldn't be too bad to have him as a roommate.

-

After finishing your classes and having lunch with Hoshi and Seokmin, you visit the library with all your study materials, ready to catch up on the pending classworks and assignments. You get so immersed into your work that you don't even realize hours have passed and night has fallen, until a library employee taps on your table to let you know that they are closing.

Surprised, you look at your watch and realize it's eight in the evening. Embarrassed, you scurry out of the place with your belongings and wonder how you couldn't keep track of your time.

Nevertheless, you let out a satisfied sigh as you have managed to finish all of your tasks so you happily walk towards your home, humming a tune while following the shortcut of a back alley.

You're too lost in your thoughts that at first, you don't realize someone is following you. Your suspicions grow when you realize there is a man behind you who has been following you for some time and he seems to be getting closer each minute. You don't have the guts to turn around and take a look at him so you increase your pace, hyperaware of his presence as he increases his pace too.

Fuck.

He's definitely following you.

Swallowing, you try your best to keep walking, determined to get to a crowded road or a supershop. You take a quick turn and keep walking but after a few moments you realize that nobody is behind you now so you stop and let out a huge breath.

Shit, was he not a creep then?

Or did you imagine that whole thing?

No that is not possible. Chewing on your lip you frown wondering what just happened and just as you are about to turn around and keep walking, you come face to face with the man.

A scream of surprise escapes your mouth as you stumble and land on your ass, watching as the man, dressed in black takes slow steps towards you while you keep crawling backwards.

He raises his head and with the help of the light from the street lamp, you make out his face, a scar on his cheek and an evil grin on his face. From his pocket he produces a small knife and a choked breath leaves your face as your back meets a wall.

Fuck.

You're done for.

"Stop running, little lady. Let's have some fun," the man drawls, his voice scratchy and a whisper of plea falls from your lips as you raise your arms instinctively while the man takes large steps towards you.

You were expecting to be grabbed by your hair or maybe stabbed but nothing of that sort happens as a cry pierces through the air. You open your eyes to see Jihoon choking the man, one hand wrapped around his throat as he raises him in the air before turning to look at you, "You alright?" He asks.

"Y-yeah." Your voice comes out as a whisper.

Jihoon drops the man on the ground suddenly before kicking his stomach a few times. He then takes the knife from his hand and in the blink of an eye, stabs it straight into the man's right hand.

His agonized cry echoes throughout the alley.

"Jihoon! Oh my god! Stop!" You manage to stand up and run towards him, trying to pull him away from the now groaning and bleeding man.

Jihoon looks at you boredly, "What? He deserved it. Do you know how many people he hurt?" You let out a shaky breath while dragging him away, "Okay, that's enough, let's go. Please."

Giving one last kick on the man's face, Jihoon follows you as he wraps a protective arm around your shoulder and silently you walk back to your apartment.

-

"How did you know I was in danger?" You ask quietly as you take a seat next to Jihoon on the sofa after you have showered and dried your hair. "Let's just say I know things. I felt that you were in danger," he replies, serving you some ramen from the pot that he so graciously has cooked. You accept the bowl from him and take a bite. He watches you for a while before asking, "Did you get hurt anywhere?"

"I have some scratches on my palms. It nothing serious."

Nodding, he serves himself some ramen too.

"Thank you," you whisper.

"It's alright. I like my stuffs untouched." He throws you a teasing smile and despite the situation you snort. "So, I'm your stuff, now? Shouldn't it be the other way around? I summoned you so you are my stuff."

"I guess that works too," he smiles while stuffing the noodles into his mouth. You finish your portion and set the bowl down, murmuring, "And thanks for what you did earlier in the morning...you know, the dishes, making me coffee. And thanks for the ramen too."

Jihoon turns his head towards you, a brow raised as he silently gawks at you. "You know this the first time you're being nice to me." He says.

You roll your eyes, "Do you not like it? Okay, I'll be mean from now-"

"No, I like it very much." Jihoon licks his lips. For a brief moment his eyes travel towards your lips but you aren't sure if it really happened or was it just your imagination. "You know we could get along very well." He comments softly.

"Yeah," you reply. "If you were cooperative. Like today, you know."

Jihoon laughs softly before a comfortable silence overtakes you two. He finishes his ramen while you sit next to him, fiddling with the shirt of your pajama set and observing the little scratches on your palms.

It doesn't hurt anymore but it is sensitive to touch.

Busy in your thoughts, you don't realize Jihoon is looking at you when suddenly he reaches for your hands to observe the little marks.

Your heart beat skyrockets and your face heats up.

What is wrong with you? Why are you feeling like this? Or is he doing something to you?

Holding your breath you watch as he runs his fingers over your palm softly. You hear him murmur, "I should have come sooner."

His words make you swoon. Before you can stop yourself you whisper, "It's okay. I'm all right. You saved me."

His eyes meet yours, his expression calm yet somewhat stressed. As if it's a staring competition, you two hold each others gaze breathlessly. With the softest movements which you don't register at first, he leans towards your face, eyes on your lips before cupping your cheek with one hand and tilting your face.

Like a programmed robot you close your eyes and anticipate for his lips and when they finally press against yours, you almost feel like exploding.

Gently, at first, he kisses you before you let out a moan which eggs him further and his grip becomes stronger on your cheek. His tongue enters your mouth and he takes his time ravishing you completely before pulling back with a soft sigh.

He watches you with a heated look for a while before leaning away and grabbing the bowls from the center table and standing up.

"That's enough for one night. Don't wanna push you too hard, sweetheart." He smirks at you.

He leaves you on your own, frozen in shock, some excitement perhaps and the thoughts of the fact that he just kissed you.

Jihoon, the demon, kissed you. And you enjoyed it.

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the warm light from your apartment filters out onto the dark street, a black cat slinking off to hide behind a trash bin. the sight causes a shiver to go down your spine, the heavy feeling of dread weighing down on your back. kei's abrupt change in behavior over text had startled you more than you'd like to admit. you both had been finding solace in each other nearly every night for the past two weeks. you couldn't count how many times you'd felt the tug on your heart to his room late at night, knocking softly and hoping he'd be awake. he usually was, opening the door with a roll of his eyes but you weren't oblivious to the small smile that played on his lips and the light blush that dusted his cheeks as he pulled you into the room and onto his dino decorated covers. the gesture was so soft and sweet and so unlike him that it would send butterflies to your stomach and heat to your face. the nights where you couldn't sleep beside him were filled with tossing and turning, overthinking, and a horrible headache that was nearly impossible to get rid of. kei didn't seem any better off than you, his dark circles a stark contrast against his pale skin the next morning. you'd both chug huge cups of coffee and joke about needing to sleep together more often but there was always a looming feeling that what you were saying wasn't a joke. at least so you hoped.

you shake off these thoughts, their presence only furthering your anxiety at what was awaiting you upstairs. the flight up seems longer than normal and by the time you reach your door, a pool of dread sits heavy in your gut. you fumble with your keys, attempting to get them in the door before swinging it open widely, toeing your shoes off onto the rack, and setting the bag of food from dinner on the kitchen counter. you can hear kei tinkering around somewhere in the apartment and your heart sinks. the containers of food are now cold in your hands as you unwrap one of them and set it in the microwave. the steady hum from the machine does little to soothe your rapidly beating heart, a hand finding its way onto your chest as if squeezing the area will cause the pain to stop.

"hell's the matter with you?" kei's baritone voice startles you out of your thoughts and you jump, heart beating so fast it feels as though it'll leap right out your chest. the microwave beeps and you turn to remove it, setting it in front of your roommate who has made himself comfortable on the counter across from you. he nods his thanks and begins eating, his nonchalant demeanor calming you down very little. you watch him for a moment but the question that has been on your mind since you'd gotten home claws its way out of your throat before you can stop it.

"where's hina?" you ask with false confidence, your eyes tracking his every move for a reaction. kei tenses for a half a second before shrugging, taking another bite out of a potato. "gone." he mumbles, golden eyes finally meeting yours. the apprehension in them doesn't go unnoticed so you continue to press. "how was studying?" you break eye contact, choosing instead to stare down at the marble countertops under your fingertips. a few moments go by without a response so you chance another look at him. his shoulders are slumped and his eyes are boring into his half empty container. if you could see his eyes at that moment, you would be shocked and confused to see tears welling up in the corners beneath his glasses. unfortunately, you don't get to see that uncharacteristic vulnerability being too occupied with waiting for a response, though the response you recieve is not at all what you were expecting.

"yn, what are we doing?" his voice breaks on the last word and your head shoots up to look at him. his glasses are clenched in his left hand, his right gripping the counter underneath him. his eyes refuse to meet yours but when you go to speak, he immediately interrupts. "i mean, we cuddle nearly every night, you tell me you love me, god, and i even say it back!" it's like a dam has been broken and he can't stop talking, tears that were once sitting on his lashline now flooding over his eyes and down his cheeks. with the golden light of the kitchen casting a glow over his tear-stained face, kei looks absolutely breathtaking but somehow you conclude this isn't the best time to tell him that. he keeps talking, his voice now raising in volume and you instinctively start moving towards him. "b-but you just came from a date more expensive than this apartment and i spent time here, alone with a girl that isn't you-" (your heart flutters at that statement) "-and now you're trying to make small talk with me? what are we doing?" at the sound of the question repeated, he finally looks up at you and your breath catches in your throat. he looks utterly broken and you can't keep your hands from going up to caress his cheeks, thumbs moving to wipe away his tears. kei unconciously leans into your touch, the gesture causing tears to well up in your own eyes.

"i like you kei. a lot." your voice comes out barely above a whisper but you can tell he heard you by the way his eyes widen and his head jerking out of your grasp. a pang of pain hits your chest at his rejection but you keep it together, hoping he's just in shock at your words. a moment passes and he continues to stare at you as if he's in awe of your very presence before you. in order to snap him out of whatever daze he's in, you tentatively place a hand on his shoulder and repeat your words again. "i like you." his eyes flutter shut as he lets your words envelop him like a warm hug, almost as if he's trying to memorize how they feel wrapped around him. when his eyes finally open, instead of being met with joy and maybe a hint of desire, his eyes are cold as they stare back at you.

he stands, pushing his way past you and to the door. your face twists up in confusion and you follow close behind him. maybe he's still in shock, you try to reason with yourself but you know deep down that this is a rejection. still, you say the phrase again, "kei, i like you." that proves to be a mistake because he turns towards you quickly with fury and tears behind his glasses. "no you don't." his words slap you in the face and you stumble back, the tears in your eyes finally kissing the cool air of the apartment. you try to speak again but it only takes kei two short strides to reach you and roughly grab your jaw to prevent you from talking.

"you don't like me and you never have. i'm a horrible, disgusting person who you could never truly care about." you go to shake your head no but his grip just tightens. "do you know who i am? do you even know what i've done? if you did, you never would have fallen for me." with that he releases your face and moves towards the door, slipping on a coat and his shoes. his hand is on the door handle when you finally find your voice.

"this had to have meant something to you, right?" of all the things you could've said, you knew this was the wrong one but you just needed to know he felt something, anything at all, that what you two had been through was real. a scoff causes you to look back up, kei's eyes piercing yours though the shine in his eyes tells you he isn't entirely unaffected. he tilts his chin up, looking down on you as though you were nothing, a condescending smirk speading across his face. if you had known him during highschool, you would realize that the look he's wearing is suspiciously close to the one he used to wear back then; cruel, yes, but even worse, he looked apathetic. like you crying was unwarranted and annoying. his mouth opens and you can hardly hear him due to the blood rushing in your ears but his words cause your knees to buckle and you hit the floor with a bang.

"no. it didn't." with that he's gone, taking your breath, your hope, and your happiness with him. you remain frozen on the ground for who knows how long but when you finally find it in yourself to move, you grab your phone and text the first person in your contacts before collapsing.

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“This shouldn’t be so hard.” You murmured to yourself, pulling out the materials your boyfriend has bought a few days ago from your closet.

You walked back to the living room with two pairs of worn out sneakers and textile paint. Everything was ready for you to start making your very own custom shoes.

After watching Sungchan’s relay cam, you decided it’d be a great way to pass time during lockdown, specially when your boyfriend was out for the most part of the day and you’d run out of shows to watch on Netflix.

You tried to copy the style of the shoes he’d made, thinking it’d be cute to have matching custom sneakers. You successfully cut off the part of the sneakers where the shoelaces go, making sure it was the right size to fit the other pair. Instead of using glue, you sewed the two parts together, humming in satisfaction as you admired your neat work.

You were done with the most difficult part of your project, now you only needed to decorate them with pretty designs.

You started by sprinkling white paint with a paintbrush, making the small specks look like stars. It looked beautiful, almost as if a professional had made it. That was until your clumsy hands spilled black paint all over the shoes and your shirt.

At first, you were worried about your precious sneakers, now ruined by the dark pigment, but then you happened to realize, you were wearing your boyfriend’s favorite shirt, which was now stained as well.

“Fuck!” You sprinted to the bathroom, taking off the piece of clothing to wash it under the sink. The stain wouldn’t completely come out, it just faded slightly.

Just then, the front door opened, Sungchan greeting you in a cheerful voice.

“Where are you?” He scanned the living room, noticing the mess you'd made. Thankfully, you'd placed a trash bag underneath the sneakers, so none of your furniture was damaged. “Oh, there you are!”

You froze in your spot, squeezing the drenched shirt between your hands.

“Why are you not wearing a shirt?” He frowned, an amused smile forming on his lips.

He walked closer to you, leaning in for a kiss and taking notice of the fabric between your hands.

“Hm?” Before you could stop him, he snatched it from your hands, eyes going wide at the sight of his poor shirt.

“I'm sorry! I accidentally spilled paint on it and I tried to fix it but the stain won't come out, I swear I'll buy you another one.” Your voice quivered anxiously as you tried to explain yourself. “I’m sorry!” You repeated.

What you didn’t expect was to see him smiling, mouthing a small ‘wow’ while his eyes inspected the shirt.

“Now I have my very own custom shirt, made by the person I love the most.” His hand caressed the top of your head.

“You're not mad at me?”

“It's just a shirt, and besides, I think it looks cool this way.” He left the shirt back on the sink, emptying his hands to lift you, hands below your thighs as he made his way to the living room. “How about we let that shirt dry and we can finish customizing it?”

He sat on the grey couch with you on his lap, head buried in his neck. Sungchan could feel the tense atmosphere and tried to lighten it up a bit.

“Look, if you feel so guilty, we can customize one of your shirts as well. But I can assure you, I was getting a little tired of that design, it's always nice to have a change.” His lips pecked the small mole below your eye. “Stay here, I'll hang up the shirt and we can paint it tomorrow. It's gonna be so much fun!”

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