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do you think collecting driftwood to grow plants on counts as a Tu'Bishvat celebration?
#it felt like an oddly appropriate activity#we honestly did a lot of plant related things without even realizing it was the tree holiday#did some gardening. bought some new plants#collect driftwood for a planted aquarium. started renovating a cabinet to turn into a greenhouse
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A Mischievous Fairy
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When a humble farmer decided to live on the outskirts of town right next to the forest he did not expect to make friends with a small temperamental creature from the forest.
It was a pretty good deal you had going on, you help his plants grow with fairy magic and he gives you a safe warm place to sleep and home cooked meals. Most days are spent with you doing your best to annoy the poor farmer as he tries to remind himself that you're the reason his produce sells for such high prices.
You fly around his head making little jingle noises and he tries to ignore you and go on with his work. You steal little things like spoons, screwdrivers, pencils and put them in places he can't reach like on top of the cabinets and shelves. When you get mad at him you grow weeds in his crops until he apologizes or gives you a gift to your liking. Despite this the farmer has grown to truly enjoy your company...for the most part.
His loneliness is getting to him and he's tried to have company over but it's kind of hard to explain to guests why there's a little, scantily clad fairy staring daggers at them the whole time. It definitely ruins the mood as he tries to convince them you won't bite (you will and you have).
One day the farmer comes home from town looking more excited than usual. You plop yourself on his head as he walks around his little cottage.
As he sorts through all the items he bought you get impatient and decide he's not paying enough attention to you. You fly right in front of his face and pose for him, showing off the new outfit you made out of flower petals in his garden.
"Not right now, Tiny."
The farmer rolls his eyes and gently shoos you away with his hand, focusing back onto his apparently very interesting haul from the market. The very rude gesture gets you all fired up and you're in his face again this time with your hands on your hips and an angry expression. The farmer sighs and gently cradles your tiny body in his hands.
"Look, I'm busy. Alright?"
He walks over to the windowsill and gently plops you down onto the little pincushion he set aside for you. You sit there with your arms crossed, glaring at him as he puts away his items.
While you're sulking you notice a little bottle of purple liquid poking out of the farmers front pocket. You quietly flutter over and sneakily inch the tiny thing out of his pocket.
"Hey!"
The farmer tries to stop you but you're much faster than him and fly up, out of his reach. The glass bottle is a little bigger than you're torso and when you inspect it the label says "Growth serum"
You let out quite a dramatic gasp and look down at the farmer, betrayal written all over your face.
"Now Tiny, don't jump to conclu-"
The farmer starts but is interrupted by a very angry fairy yelling things he doesn't understand right in his face. All he can hear is jingles but he's sure he's getting severely cussed at. He understands why, you helped this man grow his crops bigger and better than ever and now you think he wants to replace you for some stupid, probably overpriced serum?
You angrily throw the bottle to the ground and the farmer dives down to clumsily catch it before it smashes onto the floor.
As you feel tears fall down your hot cheeks, you flutter back to your windowsill and sit with your head between your knees.
"Hey, don't cry now."
The farmer sheepishly leans against the windowsill next to you.
"I promise, it's not for the plants. You already help me out so much with that and I appreciate it a lot. I don't need anything else."
You peak your head out from your arms and look at him skeptically.
He holds his hand out to you and you hesitantly flutter onto his palm, enjoying the warmth of his touch despite the cold wetness of your cheeks.
"Truth is, it's lonely for me out here... and I know you get lonely too."
You scoff at him. Obviously, the whole reason you were upset in the first place was because he was ignoring you.
"I uh... I got this for you. So we could....uh well only if you want to, I mean... I don't know."
You stare at him dumbfounded as he fumbles his words, you've never seen the farmer like this before.
You shoot up to hug his cheek, jingling in excitement. You give him tiny kisses and he laughs at the ticklish feeling. You float to the counter in front of him and bounce on your heels waiting for him.
"Alright, alright."
He chuckles at your stark change in mood and uncaps the tiny bottle of magic liquid. You brace yourself as he carefully lets one single drop fall onto your little head.
Nothing happens for a moment but before you could feel disappointed the world blurs and you're suddenly face to face with your farmer.
He stares down at where you sit on his counter, now perfectly human sized. Your cute dress didn't survive the quick transition but you don't seem to mind as you jump the poor farmer.
You grab his face and kiss him deeply. Finally feeling his lips on yours makes your wings flutter and your heart sing as you lock your legs around him to pull his body closer.
"Alright, slow down."
He says through kisses and huffed laughs as you kiss all over his face and neck.
"Now why don't you let me show you how much I appreciate you."
He mumbles in a sultry tone, bringing his hands down to grip your ass and grind your hips into him.
He laughs at the way your wings violently flutter and takes that as eager agreement.
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#teeheeheehee#monster fucker#(?)#shit what do i tag this#fairy#fae#nsft fantasy#fantasy prompts#monster lover#monster x human#fairy x human#fae x human
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Got the Boston ferns tidied and potted up.
They look scraggly here but there are a lot of new baby fronds pushing up at the margins (which is why I gave them some more room) so they'll fill out enough for a free plant soon. One not pictured is hanging from the shower rod because I only had hanging hardware for one of the pots. I checked a book out from the library about plant hanger macrame so I'll remedy that shortly.
About twoish weeks ago I picked up a grocery sack full of pothos vines, trimmed them into 6" lengths, and rooted them in water. So today I potted them up in unused metal ikea pots I picked up (next to a dumpster) on the same trip. I love pothos; they'll root so easily.
They're mostly just stems now but new leaves are already pushing out of the nodes. They'll hang out here until they start Vining and then they're going on top of a bookcase.
And while I was walking home from getting that macrame book from the library I saw two huge healthy spent mums in the green waste dumpster and hauled them home too.
They're about 18" across and heavy with the rain we had earlier in the week. I'll trim off the spent flowers and get them in the ground to overwinter in one of my raised beds this weekend. I think they may be white? It's difficult to tell.
I have to go back to the library Sundsy so we'll see if I come home with anything else as people continue to tidy up their yards.
Today in free plants I pulled from the green waste dumpsters:
Three Boston ferns who just need some dead stems trimmed away and one other hanging plant that has tiny petunia-like flowers (pink and purple) but I don't know what it is (I'll make an effort if it lives, it was pretty dried out).
Also:
A bareroot variegated snake plant. I potted it up already and it should make it as these are pretty hardy.
The Boston ferns will probably live in the bathroom over the winter once I get them tidied up. The pseudopetunia may hang outside until frost kills it, we'll see if I have any room to overwinter. The snake plant has been put in the front room until it reroots itself and then will likely go in a bedroom.
#free plants#i am completely out of potting soil now but maybe someone will also chuck a partial bag along with their plants#the minor labor and time and materials involved in rejuvenating free plants are so worth it#the ferns and mums were at least $15 each bought new#i scavenged everything i needed for them - pots and dirt and slow release fertilizer#even the rope i'll be using for macrame though i'm twining some colorful yarn with it that i did buy years ago#budget gardening
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beautiful boy | cillian murphy
do I know anything about labor and the process? no 😭 pls remember this is fanfiction and idk anything about childbirth
barbenheimer series
The day Y/n began to feel ill, she had an idea of what was going on. Of course she did some math and realized her period was late. Cillian was still filming in the uk so she was alone in their cottage. A little family owned market was close by so she decided to walk there to buy a pregnancy test just to make sure. The owners already knew her and Cillian, they were nice people that brought great comfort to her.
While she was there, she figured she might as well get some groceries that she needed. As she browsed the aisles for spices and other items, she got a text from Cillian.
C ❤️
i should be done filming soon. i miss you.
She quickly replied.
Okay, I’ll pick you up from the airport. I love you more ❤️
After she payed for her items, Y/n walked back to her cottage. She put away her groceries rather than immediately take the test. She didn’t want to get her hopes up so she occupied her mind with something else.
It wasn’t until she thought about Cillian, that’s when she decided that it was time to take it. She grabbed the small box from the bag and walked to her bathroom. She read the instructions over and over again until she ripped open the box.
“It’s going to be fine, you’re going to be fine.” Y/n whispered to herself.
Y/n was early to the airport the day Cillian was scheduled to come back home. She couldn’t contain her excitement. It had been months since they last saw each other and she desperately wanted to feel him close to her.
She finally spotted him wearing sunglasses and a hat, his outfit reminded her of the crappy disguises superheroes wore when they were under cover.
“Well hello Tommy Shelby.” She said in a flirty voice.
“You’re hilarious.” Cillian replied. He placed his hands on her cheeks and kissed her on the lips. “Let’s go home, I’ve missed you too much.”
Cillian wanted to drive, but Y/n wouldn’t let him. After all he did come back from a long flights and months of filming, he needed the rest. Eventually Y/n and Cillian made it back home. He quickly took notice of the garden she had made while he was gone.
“You’ve been busy.” Cillian got out of the car. He opened the trunk and got his luggage out. “Are those red poppies?” He pointed out.
“Yeah. I also planted tulips and daisies.” Y/n pointed to the flowers that decorated her front porch.
Cillian then saw the light blue flowers next to the poppies. “Forget me nots, your favorite.” He smiled.
“You remember?” Y/n asked. She had told him about her favorite flower many dates ago.
“I never forgot.” Cillian replied. “Ha, forget me not, I never forgot.” He tried to joke.
“Funny.” Y/n chuckled lightly. “Come in, I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh?”
“It’s not what you think.” Y/n rolled her eyes playfully.
Cillian opened the door allowing Y/n to walk in first. He saw their home completely normal so it wasn’t something like a new furniture piece or art work that she had bought.
“Okay, wait here.” Y/n instructed. She walked to their shared bedroom and came back with something in her hands, Cillian wasn’t sure what it was. “I never told you I was feeling sick when you were away, I didn’t want you to worry and i most certainly didn’t want you to leave your work and fly back just for me. I had an idea of what was wrong with me so I went to the market and got a pregnancy test and it’s positive.” She nervously said. That’s when she showed Cillian the pregnancy test.
Cillian immediately pulled Y/n into a tight embrace, burying his face in her shoulder. “Oh, I love you so much.”
“We’re going to be parents.” Y/n whispered as her eyes filled with tears.
As they held each other, Cillian knew that his life would never be the same. But he also knew that with Y/n by his side, he was ready to embrace the journey of fatherhood.
MONTH 3
“People are starting to ask questions. What do I say to them?”
“Tell them you don’t know me.”
Her assistant, Joli, had been on the phone with her for the past hour. Y/n had finally told Joli about the pregnancy. Only a few people knew, obviously both of the parents’ families and close friends, but apart from them, no one knew that Cillian and Y/n were going to be parents and they liked it that way.
“You know I can’t do that. Listen, I love you and I’m happy for you and Cillian, but are you really going to step away for good?” Joli asked.
“Not entirely. I’ll just take a break.”
“Y/n, no one has seen you for a while.” Joli stated. “But when you decide to come back, I’ll be here. If you or Cillian ever need anything, let me know.”
“Thanks, Joli.” Y/n smiled. Joli was always her biggest supporter.
“You’re going to be an amazing mom.”
MONTH 7
Y/n loved her quiet life. She was living in a cottage starting her family with the love of her life. What more could she want?
Her stomach was growing everyday and it amazed her every time. The gender was going to be a surprise so all the baby clothes and furniture was gender neutral. She even wrote down some gender neutral names that her and Cillian might like.
“Here,” Cillian came back from the kitchen with a glass of cold lemonade. “Let me know if you want a refill.”
Y/n and Cillian were enjoying some time in their garden. All this time at home, Y/n picked up a new hobby and in no time, the couple had their own garden.
“Thank you, my love.” Y/n replied as she grabbed the glass from Cillian’s hands. “I’ve been thinking about the name Rowan, cute or not?”
“Rowan, Rowan . . . Rowan Murphy-L/N.” Cillian tested it out. “Not sure. Can you imagine yourself yelling the name Rowan like what if our child is running and you have to yell their name for them to stop. Rowan! Hmm, I don’t know.”
Y/n began to laugh at Cillian’s words. “That’s how you decide if the name is good or not?”
“It’s a good way, just try it.” Cillian encouraged.
Y/n hesitated a bit, but cleared her throat. “Rowan! Rowannnn!”
“See? Now what’s the verdict?”
“The verdict is . . . We have to find another name.”
JULY 21ST, 2013
Cillian was thankful that he didn’t have to work that day. It was all going good. Y/n was in the final days of pregnancy and everything was ready for the arrival of baby murphy. Around 2PM was when Cillian’s driving skills were put to the test.
“Fuck! Fuck! I hate this! I’m never having kids again!” Y/n groaned. “Hey, did I ever tell you how much I love you?”
“Not recent-” Cillian said as he kept his eyes on the road. They were only two minutes from the hospital.
“I hate you right now! But I love you so so much, but I fucking hate you!”
“Love you too, baby.”
Soon, Y/n was being taken by nurses to labor and delivery. Cillian made sure to call both of the families to let them know that in a matter of minutes, he would be a father and Y/n would be a mother.
“Are you Mr. Murphy?” A nurse asked. “Your wife is calling for you.”
Wife. He loved the sound of that.
Cillian quickly ended the call with his mother and ran to Y/n’s room. “Hey, I’m here.” He grabbed her hand, placing gentle kisses on it.
“Do our parents know?” Y/n asked.
“I just got off the phone with them. They’re so happy for us.” He smiled.
Thankfully, a C-section wasn’t needed. Baby Murphy entered the world crying. He was perfect in the eyes of his parents.
“Congratulations, it’s a beautiful boy.” The nurse announced.
“A boy.” Cillian whispered to Y/n. “Our beautiful boy.”
“Alex. His name is Alexander or Alex. I like it.” Y/n said, completely out of breath.
“Alexander Murphy-L/N. That sounds perfect.” Cillian smiled.
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#barbenheimer series#cillian murphy series#cillian murphy one shot#cillian murphy x reader#cillian murphy imagine#cillian murphy fanfic#cillian murphy#actress!reader
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Flowers, Malleus has learned, are delicate. With loving hands and certain conditions, they would thrive. But even the best intentions and loving hands would cause them to wither.
Malleus has learned this the hard way from the very seeds his grandmother gave him.
Yet, he has learned to cultivate them. Make them last for years without the use of his magic.
You were very much the same. A flower that grows and thrives. When he had first met you, he hadn’t expected you to last.
A frail human? Without magic? In a school of magic?
But you did.
Just like his beloved gargoyles, you were more than you seemed.
Stubborn.
Determined.
A wild rose.
He feared to stay in your presence.
You would whither away like all flowers do.
But you, he has learned, surprised him time and time again.
You took his hand and planted flowers with him.
One for every occasion, every person, anything and everything that he loved.
In time, his garden was twice, no, three times the original size.
His garden full of colors and smells.
You would plant new seeds. Some you both bought during travels. Others from the ones his grandmother gave. Seeds from old flowers. Seeds of all types.
Colorful and different. Just like you. Just like all the people who have come to his life.
Flowers would bloom and writher but his garden would always thrive.
He knew what you were trying to say.
One day, as all flowers do, you and his loved ones would be gone.
But there is one thing death can never take.
Love.
He will always be loved.
Eternally.
Malleus, you are so loved 💚💞💞
This is the final part of my mini flower series 💚💞🌺 I had so much fun writing it 🥰🫶
Part 1 (with Lilia)
Part 2 (with the Knight of Dawn)
#malleus draconia#malleus draconia x reader#twst malleus draconia x reader#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x you#twisted wonderland x you#malleus draconia x mc#malleus draconia x yuu#malleus draconia x you#twst malleus draconia#twst scenarios#twst drabbles#twst fluff
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[SUMMARY: After roughly taking your virginity, Joel keeps his promise in showing you new things.]
“You have any idea how many times I’ve fought myself to pull out?”
Part 3
Smut
It had been a few weeks now since you so unexpectedly lost your virginity to Joel. The two of you found yourselves having sex any chance you could and anywhere you could. Joel ached to feel himself in you at least once a day as you yearned for him. Ellie knew something was up as she would catch Joel staring at you when you weren’t paying attention like he was in that very moment. Through the window he could see you planting more in the garden you made, he could tell you really enjoyed growing vegetables.
“Why don’t you just talk to her?” Ellie chuckled sitting beside Joel.
“Huh?” Joel looked over at her with a raised brow.
“You keep staring at her, why don’t you say something, don’t just watch her like a creep” Ellie pulled out a comic book and began flipping the pages. Joel held back a smile, if only she knew just how aquatinted the two of you already were with one another.
“You know what Ellie, I think I will do that” Ellie shrugged just as you walked inside feeling like you had just walked into the middle of something.
“What are you guys doing?” You asked awkwardly as Ellie stood up.
“Well I was gonna go take a walk around the cabin, maybe sit up on a tree and read” she made her way behind you quickly turning back to Joel giving him a wink. He couldn’t help but look down and smirk as Ellie walked out slamming the door shut.
“Don’t go too far!” You yelled out to her.
“Did you say something to her about us?” You asked curiously.
“Of course not” he chuckled as he stood up.
“So what was that all about?”
“Ellie caught me staring you, says im kinda obvious that I have a thing for you” he smirked pulling you against his body.
“You were staring at me?” You smiled looking up at him.
“Little bit” he leaned in and took your lips with his passionately. You moaned feeling him close before quickly pushing yourself back.
“She can come back any minute, Joel”
“I think she wanted to give us some time..” he raised his brows with excitement before conintuing to kiss you feeling him push you towards his bed.
“Are you sure?” You whispered in between kisses, he unbuttoned your pants pushing them off you.
“I wanna show you somethin’” he began to swirl his tongue beneath your earlobe making you moan.
“That feel good?” He whispered.
“Mhm” you nodded. Slowly he pulled back looking down at you, his hands on your hips he guided you to sit down on the bed.
“Lay back” you did as he asked and watched as he unbuttoned his shirt throwing it to the side leaving him in a sleeveless white undershirt. Your hips slightly squirmed at the sight of his bare arms, you could already feel yourself aroused.
Joel leaned over you with his hands by your head, your legs eager to pull him in you.
“Not yet darlin’” he whispered in a way that made you shiver.
“Why not?” You asked with a slight look of desperation making him chuckle. Without responding he bought himself down to his knees at the edge of the bed and unexpectedly pulled your legs toward him.
“What are you doing?” You asked confused as you noticed he placed his face between your legs. His dark eyes met yours as you felt the warmth of his breath against your inner thigh.
“I’m gonna make you cum, baby” and just like that you felt his tongue slide down your slit making you gasp. Parting your lips with his tongue he began to slowly tease your clit. Joel was waiting for the perfect time to taste you not wanting to be rushed. Your legs sitting on his shoulders, his hands squeezing your thighs as he watched you feel his tongue devour you. You’ve had women tell you how good this can feel if a man knew what he was doing and you could definitely say Joel knew exactly what he was doing. Flicking his tongue, you moaned unexpectedly reaching down driving your fingers through his curls with the urge to somehow pull him closer to you.
“Oh yes…” closing your eyes you felt him begin to suck on your clit. He moaned watching you lost in pleasure, his moan making you feel a vibration that only intensified the sensation on your clit. Not taking his eyes off you he reached his hand up beneath your shirt, grabbing your breast in the palm of his hand before teasing your nipple. Joel was a man that loved to provide the pleasure to a woman, watching you cum could get him off alone.
“Just like that” you moaned as his other hand found your other breast now teasing that nipple. The triple sensation only making you squirm uncontrollably, your hips jerking towards his face wanting more. He knew you were about to cum with how you grabbed onto him, that always seemed to give it away, holding onto him for dear life. Flicking his tongue and fingers on your nipples faster he waited for what he knew was seconds away. Arching your back you moaned in release practically squeezing his head with your thighs until your body relaxed.
Out of breath you lay flat for a moment until you felt Joel pull you up to your feet. Quickly he picked you up sitting you on a desk as you grabbed onto him still in a daze.
“That was…”you whispered looking up at him noticing his beard filled with your cum as he placed himself between your legs.
“Oh-you have-“ your finger went on to touch his face but he quickly interrupted you with the sudden feel of him sliding in you.
“Shit-“ he spoke hoarsely feeling how wet you were. Joel wasted no time moving in a rythm that quickly built up the tingly sensation in the pit of your stomach…only this time it was different. It felt a little stronger than you had ever felt before, each stroke bring it closer. He moved faster not breaking eye contact as you felt something intense take over.
“Oh my god, Joel-“ his breathing was loud and heavy as he continued thrusting his hips when you got the sudden urge to push him away, you screamed.
“St-stop-“ you cried out as he pulled out when you uncontrollably squirted on him taking him by surprise. He watched in awe as your body convulsed, your legs shaking as you squirted once more. Joel catching your legs from slipping off the desk as you held onto the table.
“J-Joel” your voice trembled still feeling the waves run through your body, you had never felt anything like it.
“I’m sorry” you panted confused and slightly embarrassed with what had just happened making him quickly look up at you. Pulling your body towards him he slid himself back in and grabbed your face with his two hands making you look at him.
“Don’t be,” Whatever had just happened, you could see it turned him on even more. He continued like he had never stopped. His eyes focused on you while he moved vigorously as you whimpered feeling it begin to build up all over again. Almost feeling like you couldn’t handle it, it was all happening so fast.
You never thought anything else could feel better than when he made you cum but this…this took over every nerve in your body in a way you never expected.
“Oh god-it’s gonna happen again” you cried out as Joel pulled out once more and felt you squirt on him. His hands entangled in your hair, he leaned his forehead on yours as you held onto him.
”That’s it baby, that’s how I want you.” He whispered but you could barely speak. Kissing your shoulder and your neck, your arms wrapped around him as he buried himself in you once more. He moaned in your ear in a way you hadn’t heard before, Joel knew he was about to cum but feeling you pulsating around him he lost complete control. His body moving too fast for you to keep up, you moaned digging your nails into his back when he suddenly stopped and grunted harshly.
“Fuck-“ he choked out. You gasped feeling his heart pounding against your chest, his hips jerking once more as his body slumped against yours.
“Joel?” You whispered confused as he panted still hiding his face against your neck. His release taking so much out of him he held still. Slowly he lifted his face up noticing you puzzled expression, yet he didn’t say a word. Instead he kissed you passionately… his cock still throbbing inside you.
“You alright?” He whispered knowing how new this was for you, he didn’t mean for this to happen like this. You nodded as he leaned his lips on your cheek, slowly he slipped out of you and turned away grabbing a towel. Silently you got on your feet looking down at the mess that was made, before you had even finished cleaning yourself up Joel walked out slamming the door shut.
“Joel?!” You called out for him quickly dressing yourself, luckily as soon as you ran out he hadn’t gone far.
“You’re doing this again?!” You yelled out to him making him turn to you.
“First you take my virginity and walk off like an asshole and now you-“ you found yourself struggling to say the words out loud.
“You..you came in me and that’s it? You walk away again with nothing to say?”
“I lost control, shouldn’t have happened” he responded bluntly without looking at you directly.
“So that’s it, you lost control. Joel, what if I get pregnant? ” his eyes quickly found yours with
your straightforward question. You began to sarcastically laugh as he remained silent.
“Is this what you do? Go around and screw women risking getting them pregnant and acting like nothing-“
“No” he cut you off calmly.
“Or did you think I was too stupid to not know what could happen if you did that? Which one is it-“
“No” he flared his nostrils trying to calm himself.
“Oh no, maybe it was-“ he suddenly grabbed you pushing you against the wall.
“You have any idea how many times Ive fought myself to pull out? How many times I just wanted to keep you close?” His words and aggressiveness catching you off guard.
“Do you have any idea-“ he cut himself off realizing a part of him selfishly did it only thinking about what he was starting to feel for you. A part of him realizing this wasn’t just sex.
“I’m sorry” he whispered with a hint of guilt in his eyes, his hands on your waist gently squeezing you. He knew this was all new to you and confusing and the last thing he wanted to do was complicate anything.
“I don’t wanna lose you” he suddenly blurt out. Joel had never felt this way about a woman so fast, he swore he never would again but something in him took over…something he couldn’t shake off no matter how hard he tried.
“Joel..”you whispered gently placing your hand on his face when Ellie appeared clearing her throat, yet this time he didn’t pull away, he didn’t even look away from you.
“Shit..Ellie saw-“
“So what. Let her see” his response surprising you.
“I’m not hiding this anymore, not from her..not from myself. You hear me?” You nodded silently, Joel left you speechless as Ellie quietly walked by and into the cabin. Looking behind you at Ellie, Joel turned your face back to him and kissed you, you could feel his eagerness, you could feel how he felt for you. Excitement rushed through you yet with hesitation and Joel sensed it but he promised himself he would be more open with you with ease.
“Hey” he whispered tilting your face up.
“I won’t do that again” you looked at him pressing your lips together….secretly wanting him to do so again.
#pedro pascal#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller x you#joel miller smut#joel miller x female reader#joel miller x f!reader#the last of us fanfiction#tlou fic
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planted desires
Pairing: Song Mingi (Ateez) x Fem!Reader; Genre: hinted magic AU, established relationship, gardener mingi au, smut; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: somewhat sentient plants, man-eating plants (in theory), language, SMUT -> being tied up, masturbating, penetrative sex, a plant pleasing you, nipple play, breast play, rough sex, clit play, anal (f receiving), double penetration, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, breath play, squirting, prospect of more sex...; Wordcount: 1.867
Summary: Ignoring all of Mingi's warnings, you entered his greenhouse with all kinds of magical plants. Though instead of finding Mingi, a special plant found you.
A/N: This is yet another deal I made with @sanjoongie :D So it's definitely smutty and be prepared for her reversed situation one day! Also instead of working on some other projects I decided to push this out to celebrate my dear @mingsolo's birthday today!! So happy birthday my love, I hope you enjoy this one :hehehe:
“Mingi?” You hesitantly called out for your boyfriend, slightly opening the door to the greenhouse and peaking inside.
To your dismay you didn’t receive an answer though. You sighed deeply, your shoulders dropping with disappointment.
It was your anniversary today and you had hoped to spend the whole day with your boyfriend but instead he had vanished into his greenhouse in the early morning hours and you haven’t heard from him since.
As the sun set slowly at the horizon you had decided to take matters in your own hand. You had dressed up in the black lingerie you had bought especially for today and walked over to the greenhouse.
You called out again, closing your eyes and hoping to hear Mingi from somewhere inside the jungle-like atmosphere.
Once again you heard nothing. You sighed deeply, closing the door to the greenhouse again.
Mingi told you to never enter it due to his various and dangerous plants he had in there. So far you have listened to him.
Today, though, you were fessed up with that rule. You pushed the door open again, stepping inside. Your certain steps faltered the second the door closed behind you and you started second guessing yourself. You shook your head, new determination flooding your system as you followed the narrow path deeper into the greenery.
Your eyes flickered around the area. Various shades of green surrounded you, almost engulfing you. If it weren’t for the small path you stood on, you would have probably lost your orientation and would never find the entrance again.
Though with the path you felt quite confident, a small chuckle leaving your lips as you remembered Mingi’s warning. You looked around again, questioning what exactly could be that dangerous around here.
Sure, Mingi had lots of unique plants with all kinds of magical abilities but you thought as long as you didn’t touch them you should be fine.
“Mingi?” You called out again, turning around your own axis in hopes to see him somewhere. A deep sigh built up in your chest, disappointment of not finding him anywhere spreading through your body. You crouched down and wrapped your arms around your legs, resting your forehead on your knees.
In that position and with your soft whining you didn’t notice the rustling in the nearby greens. Neither did you notice the thick vines slithering towards you until it was too late.
You yelped when the biggest vine wrapped itself around your middle and pulled you up into the air. Another scream ripped through your throat when more smaller vines appeared around you, circling around your thrashing limbs and stopping you in your movements.
The vines had you positioned like a starfish in the air with all your limbs stretched away from your body. They left you completely immobile and helpless.
You called out for Mingi again, fear gripping your insides as the vines continued to circle around your limbs and torso. Though your screams for help turned into surprised gasps once the vines reached your upper thighs, rubbing over your clothed core.
While you couldn’t say what kind of plant had you in their clutches but your fear got diluted with something else. You swallowed dryly, looking down at your body and seeing the round tip of the vine rubbing over your lingerie.
“Oh gods”, you exhaled shakily as the vine put pressure on your covered clit.
Even more vines appeared from the thicket, prodding and tucking at your lingerie and body. Soft mewls tumbled from your lips as the vines found their way underneath your clothing. The rough texture of the plant quickly built up the pleasure inside of you.
You closed your eyes, head tilting backwards, as a moan ripped through your throat. Two small vines encircled your hardened nipples, clamping down on the buds in an addictive rhythm.
The clearing of a throat made you open your eyes again. You blinked several times until your vision focused on the figure standing in front of you. “Mingi”, you mewled, the fear finally subsiding completely with him being there.
You bit on your lower lip while your eyes raked over his form. He wiped his dirty hands on his cargo pants, pulling out a cloth from one of the many pockets to clean his hands even better. Your gaze wandered from his long, slender fingers over his upper body. The tight black tank top highlighted everything: his thin waist, his toned chest and abs. All of it made you yearn for him even more now.
Mingi had tinted glasses for protection on, so you couldn’t see where he was looking, but from his raging hard on in his pants you had an inkling.
“I told you not to come in here”, he told you, his voice even deeper than usual from his own desire.
You mewled again, helplessly wriggling in your confines. “I wanted to see you.” You moaned out his name when one of the vines pressed against your core.
“Yet you’re quite occupied with my morsa labrusca.” Mingi pushed the cloth back into his pocket, grabbing his belt instead and opening it slowly.
Your eyes immediately zeroed in on that motion, your mouth salivating at the thought of seeing his hard dick.
A smirk played over his lips. He opened his pants painfully slowly, pushing his boxers down and freeing his hard on. With his large hand he grabbed his cock at the base, pumping it a few times until precum glistened at the top of it.
Meanwhile the vines pushed your panties to the side, revealing your throbbing cunt to Mingi’s view. The tip prodded at your entrance for a moment longer before it pushed inside. You cried out at the intrusion, quivering from the pleasure that coursed through your body.
Mingi mimicked the pace of the vine pushing into you to jerk himself off, looking extremely confident and cocky the way he stood there and simply watched you getting fucked in the air. He adjusted his grip around his shaft every time your walls clamped around the vine. “Fuck baby, you look so incredible.”
You moaned loudly. Once again you tried moving, wishing for Mingi to touch you or take you. Seeing Mingi please himself, drove you crazy. “Please”, you begged with a whimper, “please, touch me.”
He chuckled darkly and slowly stepped closer, raising his free hand to your lower body. His fingers ghosted over your bare skin, skimming along the edges of your lingerie. “So fucking beautiful”, he rasped out. Mingi placed his thumb on your clit, circling it and pressing down until you screamed out his name and came for the first time.
Though Mingi wasn’t done with you by far. He walked around you until his front and cock were pressed against your behind. He rubbed it between your ass cheeks, groaning from the pleasure. His hand wandered back to your front, playing with your clit for a moment before he moved it upwards and ripped one of the vines away from your breasts. Just so he was able to grope your tit with his large hand.
Your head tilted backwards and dropped on his shoulder as you marvelled in his ministrations.
“Already stuffed but still not enough, huh? Baby hungry for my cock?” Mingi growled into your ear, his nose brushing along the shell of it.
“Yes, yes!” You cried out, desperately wanting to move your hands to the back of your head so you could run your fingers through his locks. “Only your dick.”
Mingi grabbed your ass cheeks and spread them apart, pressing the tip of his cock against your back entrance. “Only my cock can make you feel full? That’s right baby, only I can please you and fulfil all your desires.”
You gasped out once he entered you, pushing past the rim and bottoming out.
“Fuck, you’re so tight baby.” Mingi wrapped one arm around your lower body, keeping you in place as he fucked into you from behind. He used a different rhythm as the vine in the front, pushing you to your high a lot quicker like this.
“Do you know anything about the morsa labrusca?” He suddenly questioned you, your head already spinning from the pleasure alone. You shook your head, humming a weak no. Mingi chuckled darkly at that. “It’s also called the eating vine. They prey on unsuspecting beings, ensnaring them in their vines. After a while the vines will search for your windpipe, pushing inside until you suffocate.”
His hand moved from your tit up to your throat, wrapping his fingers around it and pressing down ever so slightly.
“You’re lucky those plants aren’t very quick-witted, trying every hole until they succeed.” Another chuckle left his lips, becoming even rougher with his thrusts. “Gotta be quick before she realises her mistake.”
Right as he finished his explanation, biting into your earlobe, another orgasm washed through your system and left you momentarily blinded. “Mingi”, you cried out, your whole body spasming in the air.
“Now, have you learned your lesson, baby?”
You whimpered and shook your head, unable to really comprehend anything around you despite how full you felt.
“No?” Mingi scoffed, moving his hand from your hip to your clit again. Without hesitation he immediately started rubbing it in a pace that left you crying out. “I told you to never come into the greenhouse”, he growled, ignoring your cries of overstimulation, “you know what could have happened, if I hadn’t been here.”
Curses fell from your lips as another orgasm built up in your lower body. The knot tightened almost painfully. Your mouth opened again but your voice got stuck in your throat as Mingi pressed his fingers against the side of your neck.
A sudden warmth enveloped you and through your blurry vision it seemed like flames licked around your body. You whined when the pressure of the plant around your body vanished and you dropped down against Mingi’s chest.
He quickly replaced the vine in your cunt with three of his fingers, continuing to fuck into you. With one last thrust from his hips, you came undone, squirting all over his hand and on the ground.
Mingi grunted lowly, shooting his load into your ass and helping you ride through your last orgasm.
You slumped against his body, unable to stand on your own. You barely registered how he tugged himself away again and lifted you up princess style, carrying you out of the greenhouse. Your head rested against his collarbone and you nuzzled into his skin.
“You did great, baby”, Mingi whispered as he carried you back into the house. “Sorry to keep you waiting as well.”
“‘S alright”, you mumbled, struggling to keep your eyes open. “Wanted to surprise you.”
Mingi chuckled softly. “That you did, baby, that you did. You look absolutely stunning too. Can’t wait until you recovered so I can eat you out and take you in absolutely every position you can imagine.”
Your eyes shot open and you pressed your thighs together, feeling your insides already throbbing with lust again. “Fuck me”, you whispered under your breath, knowing full well you couldn’t get enough of him as well.
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Can I get a whiskey with Steve Rogers as a married couple please one where it’s not quite marvel universe?
New Perspective.
set in a universe where steve doesn't leave, but instead stays to live out the rest of his life in happiness. this is just tooth rotting fluff. <3
warnings - the tiiiiiniest bit of angst at the start. mainly just sweethearts in love.
word count on this is 1k <3
3k masterlist here.
masterlist. inbox.
It's panic, first.
Then horror.
Sadness comes next.
And then... complete and utter relief.
You'd begged him not to go. Pleaded and bargained, promised him anything and everything. But he insisted.
You knew the risks. You also knew you'd never forgive yourself if you let him go while you were arguing.
So, you accepted it. He was leaving to go on a mission through space and time, and you were fine with it. Completely and totally fine with it.
You kissed him goodbye on the platform, whispering gentle love against his lips.
"You come back to me in one piece, Steve Rogers. You understand?"
He nodded gently, pressing his forehead to yours.
"Yes, ma'am. Understood."
He'd told you he loved you at least forty times before he went. It didn't do anything to quell the unease in your heart.
And then, it was time. And he was gone. And you held your breath. And the minutes went by. And he hadn't returned.
"Where is he, Bruce?" you questioned softly, trying not to let on how scared you were.
"Yeah, where is he, Bruce?" Sam had said, firmer, laced with more fear.
"I, I - I don't... I'm trying, okay?"
"Trying?" Bucky asked in disbelief, scoffing. "Trying?"
All four of you began to panic. Chests heaving, bones vibrating, lips chewed between teeth.
Finally, there was a noise. A clattering whoosh, a signal of return. You watched the platform, waiting for him to appear.
And he didn't.
"Where is he, Bruce? Where the fuck is he?"
It was the most upset you'd ever seen Sam. You didn't like it. You'd scanned the horizon, and saw broad shoulders and blond hair in the distance.
"I think he's back."
You were whispering, afraid to ruin the tension of the science. You slowly walk over to the bench, and there he is. In all his golden glory.
"Steve?"
"Baby?"
He looked a little dazed, a little confused. Suppose that happens, when you travel between dimensions.
"You okay?"
"I did it. Everything's back where it should be."
"Proud of you," you smiled, sitting down next to him and linking your hands together. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. Saw some old faces. They just made me want to get home to you."
You had grinned at him, then, all bright and blinding. You surged forward and captured his lips with yours, throwing your arms around his neck.
"Never leave me again," you'd laughed. "My heart can't handle it."
"Never again," he'd promised into your mouth. "Never again."
That was years ago.
You'd both vowed to live a simple life, from that moment on.
You got married a couple of months later, in a quaint little courthouse in downtown New York. Sam and Bucky were your witnesses, both of them standing with tears in their eyes as you and Steve promised to love each other forever. The four of you grabbed dinner afterwards, at a small family run place that Sam recommended. It was perfect.
You bought a house on the outskirts of New York, out of the city. You wanted greenery and nature, and Steve vowed he'd give you anything you ever asked for.
It's a three bedroom cottage, plenty big enough for the both of you. There's a white picket fence and a rustic stone wall, pathway paved with lawn on either side. The front door is forest green, painted by your husband at your request. You'd suggested Captain America Blue first, but he'd protested. You'd laughed and compromised, picking out paint colours hand in hand at the hardware store.
You've planted fruit trees in the garden, watering them carefully every evening. Apples, pears, cherries, plums for Bucky. You're hoping it'll be warm enough to plant an orange tree or two next year. Steve helps, more than happy to muddy his jeans and get his hands dirty, on his knees in the soil with you. He's hung fairy lights and lanterns among the trees, illuminating the backyard. It's the perfect atmosphere for a dinner party, your friends and family laughing and chatting around a carefully prepared table, food and wine scattered across the cloth. You live for nights like those. Both of you do.
One of your favourite places is your sun room. Big glass panes, sunlight beaming in at all hours of the day. It's prettiest at sunrise and sunset, pinks and oranges cast across the space. You and Steve curl up on one of the love seats, limbs and heartstrings tangled together. You watch the sun come up, excited at the possibilities the day holds. Then, you watch it set, content and warmed by the fullness of your love. You drink coffee there in the morning, and tea there at night. Whiskey, sometimes. You'd be happy to sit there forever, never leaving your husband's side.
Steve installed a vintage claw foot tub in the bathroom. It has ornate gold feet, shiny and intricate. You light candles, close the blinds, and fill it up with warm water and bubbles. Both you and Steve slip into it, your back against his chest, strong arms keeping you steady. He washes your hair carefully, taking his time, slow and gentle. He presses kisses to your wet skin as he works, memorising every inch of you. As if he doesn't already know it by heart.
The most frequented room in the house is the kitchen. You and Steve spend hours cooking, baking, making cocktails. You'll perfect a recipe while Steve sits on the counter, stealing kisses as you work. The sunlight glints off your wedding bands, illuminating the big, open room. It's light and it's spacious and it's a haven filled with love and laughter. And cake. Lots of cake.
He keeps his promise right until the very end. He never left you again.
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Weigela florida (weigela)
Weigela is a shrub that produces huge numbers of flowers in midsummer but is still putting out some new blooms in October. Florida is Latin for 'many flowered' and this species is the base for most of the hybrids you see growing in temperate gardens worldwide. Weigela florida is native to northern China, Korea and Japan but it was introduced to Europe in 1845 by the English flower hunter, Robert Fortune.
Robert Fortune was the first plant collector to enter China after the Treaty of Nanking. He didn't trek up mountainsides to find exotic flowers, he simply bought them from Chinese merchants. The Treaty of Nanking ended the (disgraceful) first Opium War and started what the Chinese call the Century of Humiliation. China was forced to pay a huge indemnity, cede the island of Hong Kong and allow foreign traders access to China's interior.
As you can see, this common garden shrub has quite a lot of questionable history sticking to it's roots. For example, how did a country (Britain) which in 1845 had a population of 6.5 million beat a country (China) with a population of 340 million at the time? The Brits thought that simply God was on their side but, unfortunately, the verdict of history is in - better guns.
#flowers#photographers on tumblr#weigela#Robert Fortune#history#fleurs#flores#fiori#blumen#bloemen#Further reading: 'The Flower Hunters' by Mary and John Gribben#Vancouver
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Lilies & Lavender
Lavender
a Stobin Month 2024 prompt | 712 words | CW: assumed cheating, lavender marriage, nosy neighbors | Rating: G
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“Mrs. Grayfield thinks you’re cheating on me,” Robin says as she hands him another bag of soil.
Steve snorts, swiping at his face with the back of his gloved hand to brush off the dirt he knows he feels on his face. “She always thinks someone’s cheating,” he says. He rips open the bag of soil and starts adding it to the new pots they just bought for the porch. “Remember when she made that big fuss about the Levinsons? Turns out, they had their extended family living with them for some time.”
“Yeah, but this time she has, like, actual evidence,” Robin says, grunting with the effort of moving the new lilies they’d picked up that morning. “Tell me again why we’re not putting these beautiful plants in our actual garden?”
“Our flower beds get too much shade,” Steve says. “I want to see how they do in the pots out here first before we commit to rearranging the back flower beds.” He squints up at her. “You were the one who said the porch was missing something.”
She shrugs. “I was more so thinking we could freshen up the upholstery on the bench.”
Steve waves her off. “This is better.” He takes the flower from her and together they replant it in its new home, a massive flower pot that’ll take up a good chunk of space on their porch. “What evidence does she have?”
“Evidence?”
“You said she had evidence I was cheating?”
“Oh!” Robin giggles. “She saw Chrissy leaving the other morning.”
Steve laughs and shakes his head. “This is why I think Ed and Chris should just move into the place around the corner. Then we wouldn’t have to explain the cars to anyone.”
“But then Chrissy would lose her bay window,” Robin says, “and I am not prepared to deal with her losing that window.”
“I think you both would live.”
“And can you imagine if Eddie has to deal with noise complaints every other day?”
Steve groans and grabs the next plant to place beside the first lily. “You’re right, it's a horrible idea.”
Robin’s quiet while they finish transferring the lilies to their new pots, all eight of them neatly planted in the two pots to frame their porch steps where they can get the most sun possible. “Should we get a divorce?”
“We could, but what’s the point? It’s not legal to marry who we actually want to marry and the benefits we get from being married are too good to pass up on. And personally,” Steve says as he takes off his gloves to actually scratch at his face, “I don’t feel like dealing with the headache of splitting our assets unless we need to.”
“Good point.”
“Plus,” Steve smirks, “if we’re divorced, we can’t use the spouse excuse.”
Robin beams. The spouse excuse is something all four of them use to get out of things, sure, but for Steve and Robin, they like to remind their partners of who they’re actually married to from time to time. It’s the best way to keep their sacred sleepovers – no one can argue that a husband and wife are meant to spend the night together.
She looks at their hard work. The lily pots still need to be moved to where they’ll actually be sitting, the white flowers bright against the terracotta pots. “Do you think it clashes with the lavender?” She motions to the lavender plants lining their flower bed and the paved path that connects to their driveway.
Steve shakes his head. “And even if it did, it’s only temporary.”
“What time’s Eddie coming over?”
“Three. We have to leave by four to get to the concert though. You sure you two don’t want to come with?” Steve asks.
Robin hums. “I think we’ll pass. I want some quiet one-on-one time with her before the anniversary trip, you know?”
Steve nods, but out of the corner of his eye, he sees Mrs. Grayfield watching from her own garden. He leans over and kisses her cheek. “Sounds wonderful, dear,” he says a little louder. “My dearest wife, would you mind grabbing the hose so we can water the flowers?”
She catches on quick, grin impossibly wider. “Anything for you, darling husband of mine.”
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Mask Kink
➤𝖶𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖳𝗈 𝖣𝖺𝗒 𝟣 𝗈𝖿 𝖪𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗋
𖤐Pairing: König x F! Reader
𖤐Pronouns: She/Her
𖤐Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Mask Kink, dirty talk, language, badly translated German, kissing/making out, moaning
𖤐Summary: Y/n had a secret kink that she was afraid to tell her boyfriend König, but she finally does, and it ends with the best sex she’s ever had with him
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Y/n was walking around the garden around the outside of the house and was planting some new flowers she had bought and even set out some Halloween decorations.
Y/n LOVES Halloween (I mean who doesn't?) she went all out every year for Halloween and everyone in the neighborhood loved how she decorated her house and König was so proud that she could decorate this much for Halloween.
If she could, she would leave the decorations up all the time and NEVER take them down for any reason. She wouldn't even take them done if the HOA told her to because it's not Halloween anymore or because they were too 'scary'.
As Y/n just got done planting flowers and hanging up some orange lights, she saw a black truck pull into the driveway, she knew it was her boyfriend, König.
She was all smiles when he came out of his truck, as he did and took off his mask which made his hair all messy. Y/n's face was red, and blush danced on her face as he walked up to her.
He bent down and kissed her lips. "It looks amazing, schätzchen (honey)," he said with a smile on his face.
Y/n saw the mask in his hand as he was looking at the decorations around the house and the beautiful flowers around the house too. She rubbed her arm and moved from König's touch.
"Yeah, I'm almost done," she said as she grabbed some rubber bats and started to put them on the side of the house and some hanging off the porches ceiling.
"I'm going to go change and then I'll be out to help you," he said with a smile on his face.
"O-Okay," Y/n said. König walked into the house as Y/n was trying to concentrate and not think about finally seeing her boyfriend in his mask.
Y/n and König have been together for 5 years now and anytime he gets back from work, he always takes his mask off before he enters the house, but today he was tired and had forgot about it.
Y/n had a kink that she never really told König, she thought it would be weird if she told him, so she kept it to herself and when she saw him for the first time with his mask on, she got wet and tried her best to hide it.
He came back out and Y/n held the rubber bat that was held by a string, she needed him to put it on the ceiling.
"Thank you, King," she said as she squeezed her legs together.
"What was that?" He asked as he saw her squeezed her thighs together.
"I'm cold."
"You're in sweats and a hoodie...how are you cold?"
"I just am," she said.
"Okay?" He was confused.
She tried to act normal again, but she wanted to see him in his mask one more time.
"King?"
"Hm?"
"Could...could you put your mask on again?"
"Why?"
"Because....I think you look sexy with it on..." she wasn't gonna beat around the bush.
"I look sexy in it?"
"Ja (yes)."
"Ummm~ okay?" He was still confused, so he went back into the house and grabbed his mask. He came out and put it on, Y/n's thighs squeezed together again.
"Liebling (sweetheart) do you have...a mask kink?" König asked. She could hear the smugness coming from his voice.
"Yes," she said, disappointedly. "I just couldn't tell you because I thought you might have found it weird or something, so I just never told you," she said.
"Aww~ liebling...I don't find it weird at all," he walked up to Y/n and held her face in his big, calloused hands.
"R-Really?"
"Yeah, now," he picks her up.
"King?"
"I think you know, what's gonna happen, now, liebling (sweetheart)," he said, seductively.
König took her inside the house and took her to their shared bedroom, he placed her on the bed he moved the bottom of his mask exposing his lips and she had a clear view of his scar over his mouth, he leaned down and kissed her lips.
She moaned into the kiss and König's hands went up under her hoodie and gripped her hips and moved them to her breasts. He gently squeezed and she moaned.
König brought the hoodie over Y/n's head, exposing her bra and he unhooked her bra letting it drop and he tossed it somewhere in the room.
His hands then started to squeeze her butt as he licked his lips and kissed her lips again. He smirked when he could feel her nipples harden against his shirt.
König started to mess with his belt and tied her hands behind her back and tightened the belt.
"K-King."
"Shut the fuck up, slut. You're a slut. You like seeing me in my mask. You're such a kinky little slut," she could hear the smirk coming from his voice. "Du wirst mire zuhören (You are gonna listen to me)...and you're nicht (not) gonna fucking talk..."
She just nodded; she was honestly just a bit scared what may happen if she did talk. His hands went to her sweatpants and pulled them off her bottom half and kissed her collarbone and between her boobs.
He sucked on her left boob and pinched at her right nipple. She moaned and squeezed her thighs on his side loving the feeling.
"Ahh," König smacked Y/n's ass, hard definitely leaving a handprint on her ass.
Y/n bit her bottom lip trying to hold back her moans. König just smirked under his mask. He gripped her hips and started to move her hips back and forth as her pussy lips glided over his long and hard dick.
She tried to hold back her moans. König groaned and pushed up against her. She moaned again and König held her hips up making her stand on her knees, he stood his dick up and slowly pushed her back down on his dick.
"Ahh~ ahh~!"
He smirked and pushed himself up and slammed Y/n on his dick. She moaned as she felt his tip just barely hit her g-spot.
"Mmm~" she held her moans.
König smacked her ass again and kissed between her boobs again. He sucked on her left boob and pinched at her nipple again.
"Ahh~ K-!"
König smacked her ass again probably leaving yet another red handprint. "What the fuck did I say?" König growled at her.
"Mmm~" she cried.
König stood up to where she was on her back but then flipped her back over onto her stomach. He gripped her hands that were tied behind her back.
He pushed himself back inside of her and started to pound into her, her face was buried into the soft mattress, her moans were muffled, and she could feel a bit of drool rush out from the corner of her mouth, and her eyes rolled in the back of her head as König was moving fast and was fucking her just right.
His hands smacked her ass again. She moaned into the mattress. König bent down and kissed the back of her neck.
She moaned into the soft sheets, and she felt herself close to coming, she didn't want to warn him, but he could feel it. He could feel her tightening around his dick.
He went harder and faster into her, she moaned, and König grabbed a handful of her hair pulling her head back.
"AH!" She moaned when he pulled her back.
"I can feel you about to cum...I don't know if you deserve to cum, liebling (sweetheart)," he mumbled into her ear.
"N-No, please lass mich, lass mich (let me, let me)." She begged.
"Nein, das hast du nicht verdient (No, you don't deserve to)." König pulled himself out of Y/n. She watched as he sat back against the headboard of the bed. She sat up and looked at him, her eyes were begging to be fucked again.
"Please, please, King, please, please," she begged.
He gripped her chin making her look up at him. He looked at her eyes seeing them shimmer from crying.
"Awww~ you little whore...you just wanna be fucked so bad it's adorable." He teased her again.
"King~"
"You're whining turns me on, so much..." she could feel him smirking under his mask. He pulled his mask completely off and her feeling was right. She saw the smirk on his face.
"I just wanna finish," she begged.
He smirked and kissed her lips; he pulled her onto his lap and started to push himself back inside of her and she felt herself close to cum.
He smirked and kissed her neck and sucked till there was yet another little bruise. He pushed up and watched her fall back down on his dick. She came on his dick, and he came inside of her.
She felt weak and rested her forehead on his shoulder. He smirked and kissed her bare shoulder.
"Should I put the maske (mask) on all the time when we have sex?"
"Please...I think you become a different person when you put the mask on."
"Really?"
"I think so..." she said as König started to remove the belt from her wrists. She groaned when her wrists were finally released from being behind her. She rolled her shoulders to get the feeling back.
"Oh my god," she said as König kissed her neck again.
"Well...I'll do that next time just for you, liebling," he smirks. "And I also learn something about you...you have a mask kink," he smirks.
"It's embarrassing just a little bit."
"No...it's fine, liebling...why don't we go get cleaned up and I'll treat you to dinner?"
"Okay...yeah."
"Come on, then," he said.
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ok but mono w stoner darling how would THAT go 😭
Funnily enough, I think these two could be quite happy together. How I imagine it is Mono first learns of Darling through the post they made while high out of their mind rambling about numerous topics from their life to whatever random shit their inebriated mind cooks up like how much it sucks food doesn't taste like it did when you bought it when you reheat it in the microwave. Mono finds their bizarre post cute, and it gives them some insight to the human world which is the excuse Mono uses to stalk their page.
Mono eventually reaches out to darling. They're on the fence about whether to reveal they are an alien royal or just pretending that they're a human liking Darling. Something tells them Darling wouldn't care too much either way, but they still aren't sure. It slips somewhere along the way, but as Mono first assumed Darling doesn't give a damn. Having an alien penpal is probably the coolest thing that ever happened to them. Mono keeps their distance for the most part, but one of Darling's post finally gives them the push to meet their starlight in person.
"The world feels so small sometimes... I look out at the stars some nights and I wonder if the universe is just as tiny. I'll probably never get to find out myself, but it's nice to dream that I could....."
"My ship is outside."
".....fr?"
Darling probably thinks they're joking around at first, but the second they step outside they see a big ass alien robot carrying a bouquet of their favorite flowers. Flowers they had told Mono about. Darling is glad to abandon their old life, but they don't think they have enough weed in their stash to last them for however long they're away. Mono's ten steps ahead of them on that front. Its always had a bit of a green thumb so adding a few herb plants to their horde was no sweat off their shoulders. Sectioned off an entire quarter of their garden/lab just to grown more for Darling. Dabbles around in edibles and oils as well - anything to make sure Darling is happy and feels like they never have to leave their ship beyond the trips they take to new worlds.
Mono would have Darling hooked up, but they'd also have Darling fucked up and high out of their mind playing around with different strains to ensure Darling gets the maximum high.
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Mono: Starlight? You haven't given me an update on the last batch of edibles I brought to you. It has been roughly twelve hours since you digested them. Would you care for more?
Stoner Reader, cradling the ship ai's monitor they ripped out of a wall - staring at the ceiling as they whisper : I think.... I think I'm good for now
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Mono is an amalgamation of flesh and metal so they probably could get stoned with Darling. They are a little hesitant about letting Darling update their blog due to still being in hiding from its family, but they cave everytime Darling asks them to join them for a picture flashing that adorable smile of theirs Mono can't help but fall more in love with whenever Darling blesses them with a glimpse of it.
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Honey-Do
You swore if you scrubbed anymore, you were sure the paint would come off as you took a step back from your car to admire just how sparkly clean you made it.
Ever since Vance let you know that Jethro was arrested for assault and being kept at the Navy jails, you did what you could to cope, which included cleaning, fixing, and rearranging just about everything in the house, with the exception of the basement of course. You decided to take some "time off" to be there for Jethro.
After he came home with his new furry friend and Vance officially suspended him, the both of you have had quite a bit of time together which was quite nice in the beginning but there was only so much the two of you could do in a day. The both of you were so use to being workaholics, it almost felt weird to spend practically every hour of the day together.
This morning Jethro left to pick up some boat part and most likely get breakfast at the diner in order to stretch out the hours of being occupied. You had already went for a 2 mile run, planted some tomatoes in the back garden and bought Lucy a cute new sweater that looked much better than her bandages.
After putting all of the car cleaning supplies away, you headed inside to take a shower and make a little something to eat.
As you and Lucy shared some eggs and bacon at the dining room table, you heard Jethro come through the front door, holding a hunk of metal and cup of coffee.
Lucy's tail gave a wag as he came over, stealing a piece of bacon and giving you a peck on the lips.
"Car looks clean," he complimented as you smiled.
"Just finished. Maybe I can clean your truck up too today. Lord knows it's in need of some TLC."
He went to fill his cup of coffee, stopping to look at the long list of things to do around the house, that was stuck to the fridge, each one crossed out or checked off.
"I thought we said we would do these things equally?"
"Well you've been gone all morning and I...might've gotten bored."
He let out a sigh that told you he was feeling some type of way.
"Well now what am I suppose to do?"
"Well you got a new piece for the boat, why not work on that?"
"Because I'm still waiting on the other material to come back in stock. There was a lot of things on this list, honey, you could've at least saved me one thing."
You didn't really know what to say as he filled him coffee and silently left for the basement, taking Lucy with him.
"Little traitor," you mumbled towards the grey pittie.
For the next few minutes, you just sat there, appetite now gone, thinking about what Jethro said. You could understand why he was frustrated. Just like you, he needed to do things to keep him occupied, to keep his thoughts from consuming him whenever he got a spare moment of time to relax, especially now that he was suspended.
Knowing you should make it up to him, you emptied your leftovers into Lucy's bowl and washed your dishes before grabbing the to-do list and starting a new one. You'd be lying if you said you didn't purposefully make some of the tasks available, such as putting a nice size scratch in the floor, taking one of the screws from the table chair and throwing it out, and even deflating one of your tires just a little so that it was noticeable.
Once all of that was done and the list was newly made, you headed down into the basement, seeing Jethro in his mechanic jumpsuit, working on the engine. His face was hard, focusing on whatever it was he was doing as Lucy lied down on the big comforter beside him.
"Sweetheart," you started, getting him to take a second to stop and look at you. "I'm sorry about the list, I know how much you need the tasks and I didn't think about that."
A couple seconds went by as he stared at you before a small smile graced his lips, pulling you over to sit on his lap, letting the wrench sit atop of the engine block.
"You don't need to apologize for anything. I shouldn't have gotten frustrated."
He pressed a kiss to the side of your head as you pulled the piece of paper out.
"Well as a piece offering, I've made a new list for you. With tasks that I know only you can get done."
He read the paper out loud, chuckling a little when he reached the make Lucy a dog house part and held you a little tighter in his arms.
"The deflated tire is definitely a big deal, I'll have to start with that one," he said, a look of excitement twinkling in his eye, happy that he had newfound projects.
Smiling at him, you leaned in for a makeup kiss, even though you wouldn't even really consider the whole event as a "fight".
"You know. There are other ways we can keep busy that doesn't include home improvement and boat parts," you hinted, pulling back and giving him a look.
"Oh yeah? Like what?" He knew exactly what you meant by the spark of mischief you saw in his eyes. Standing up, you took his hand and led him away from the dirty boat parts, as he followed willingly.
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I will never not be enamored by gadgets.
I got a sprinkler timer so I wouldn't have to go out twice a day to water my new patch of sod. And I still go out and watch it turn on because my brain gets excited when it works as advertised.
That said, I don't think I was meant to take care of plant life.
I am struggling.
This all started with the idea that I could turn my backyard into a dog park. There is an app that lets you invite people to use your yard and pay a fee. But I needed to get rid of a bunch of overgrown plants and I had to close off the bottom of our deck because dogs could hide under there.
So I hired a landscape guy to remove the plants and put up a barrier around the deck. And that went as planned.
But I also asked him to remove this weird plant in the middle of our yard because I wanted the doggos to have more space to run around.
But this didn't quite work out as I hoped.
One rainstorm later...
So, we got a Shaq's worth of sod and covered the mud pit.
But I have to take care of this sod.
And I am not good at taking care of things on my own.
And I don't really know how to take care of sod.
The first issue was finding a garden hose that would reach out there. All of our hoses are very old. And I tried connecting a few of them together and that seemed to work okay. But I didn't have a sprinkler. So I bought a highly rated one on Amazon.
And it was the most powerful sprinkler in existence. Way too powerful. And setting it up required getting absolutely soaked.
So I got a much smaller sprinkler that only covered the area with the sod. But tonight the spot where the two hoses connected started leaking like crazy. That old hose finally failed and lost structural integrity. But the single hose was not long enough to reach that area. So the only way I could water it was by using this crazy fire hose attachment that I found in the garage. It can shoot water over a 100 feet away.
Like, seriously, Dad... why did you buy this crazy thing?
This could put out oil well fires in Kuwait.
After some sitcom-level antics of trying to attach the nozzle and getting soaked again, I finally got it working and was trying to eyeball watering that patch of sod from the other side of the yard. But it was getting dark and I couldn't really see what I was doing. And when I finished the requisite 20 minutes of watering I went to inspect the sod to make sure the water actually made it there.
And boy did it.
Friends, it was soaked.
Several puddles formed on top of the sod. Apparently that fire hose nozzle shoots out a ton of water and I drowned my little patch of sod.
I really hope I didn't kill it.
I guess I'll check on it in the morning.
This venture has turned into a money pit. It is going to take years of my yard being a dog park to break even. And I don't even know if dogs will come here. I can't even get a handyman to my house.
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Snippet from a new story I'm working on :)
Just started this new demon x reader story! im thinking it's gonna be pretty short, like a novella. hope y'all enjoy!
warnings: language, violence, masturbation, sexual/kinky fantasy
Chapter One
Your life was perfect until the demon came.
Your husband, Ruben, had just been promoted at his job. You unfortunately didn’t know much about it, only that he worked for the government and whatever he was doing was top secret. But you didn’t mind that, because the love between the two of you was real. And that’s what mattered the most.
He bought you a pretty little house in the suburbs. You wanted to paint it pink and attempted to plant a vegetable garden, but HOA wasn’t having any of that. Life there was slightly stifling—after your upbringing in the country—but as long as you and Ruben were together, it didn’t matter where you lived.
You tried to pillage out a life for yourself while he was gone all day—bake sales, book club, bridge games. The ladies in the neighborhood were unbearably kind to you, and they always asked if you were expecting, but you assured them with a winning smile that you had just been eating too much cream pie as of late.
Ruben told you he loved you no matter your looks, and that he was sure it was just weight you had gained from all the baking you had been doing. You wondered what you had possibly done in your life to earn such a gem of a man. With that slick black hair and tan skin and kind eyes.
You were just kids when you met, he was sixteen and you were fourteen. Your best friend was going steady with him, and they invited you out on a drive together one day. By the end of the ride, Ruben asked you to take the passenger seat.
Four years later you married. Four years after that you had your forever home. Four more years would you have a kid, or two, or three?
Tonight was pasta night. You and Ruben would have a glass of wine, or two, and then make love. Back when you were first married, you did it practically every night of the week. Now you were lucky if pasta night even did the trick.
You launched a string of spaghetti on the wall. It stuck. You took the pot off the stove, dished out the noodles onto two plates, then finished with the meat sauce. For your own indulgence, you added some parsley on top. You smiled at the little green leaves and how pretty your dish had turned out.
Ruben should have been home thirty minutes ago, he promised as he dashed out the door that morning. But you’d gotten used to him being late.
You lit some candles and ate in silence. You meant to have only one glass of wine but another evening alone required a little more drink.
You cleaned up the kitchen and stuffed Ruben’s plate into a tupperware container before sliding it in the fridge.
As per usual on pasta nights when he didn’t make it home on time, you slinked into a nice hot bubble bath and proceeded to pleasure yourself. You hated yourself for it but couldn’t help it. In your mind’s eye, you imagined a big strong man with long flowy hair having his way with you. You moaned, aching at the thought of him railing into you on the beach, the waves cascading over your curves. He would grab you so hard it almost hurt.
Ruben had always been gentle with you, loving. But lately you’d found yourself craving more than just the ten minute humping fest. That gentleness he always had with you faded away into something more like passivity as of late. But you figured it was just stress from work. He’d had a lot going on lately and just wanted to come home, scarf down his leftovers, and go straight to sleep after work. It was fine. Every night before he crashed off to sleep he told you he needed you and loved you desperately—that you were the greatest accomplishment of his life. That was all you needed to hear to be able to wake up the next day and bear doing everything all over again.
Ruben was exceptionally late tonight, though. It was teetering on midnight. You tried to stay awake, fighting off sleep as you lay in bed. But eventually you nodded off, and dreamt of the man with wavy hair at the beach. He grunted as he slammed into you, but soon those grunts turned into yelps. Yelps that almost sounded like Ruben.
You awoke with a start. It was Ruben, screaming. Pleading.
You flung the covers off and dashed out of bed, racing to your puffy pink robe and slippers, shaking as you put them on. Ruben’s shrieks grew louder, hailing from the living room.
As you were just about to open the bedroom door, the voice of another man boomed: “You know why I’m here.”
You stopped in your tracks. He sounded ferocious, his voice much gruffer and deeper than your husband’s, or any other man for that matter. Blood rushed to your head as you tried to come up with a plan of action.
“No, please no,” Ruben pleaded. “I didn’t know!”
“Shut the fuck up!”
A crash.
A shudder shot down your spine. Your hands shook as you reached for the door handle. You twisted it, careful not to make the door hinges creak.
“Please, please don’t kill me!”
“Once I’m done with you, you’ll wish I’d have killed you, you monster. I’m going to take everything you love away from you, just like you took everything away from me.”
You peeped an eyeball through the crack in the door and caught sight of a large shadow looming over the living room.
“God, no, please! I was just doing my job, I didn’t know what they were going to do with what I built!”
“Like fuck you did, you piece of shit. You knew what you were creating.”
Who was this man? What did he want with your husband? You didn’t have time to ponder before the horror of Ruben crawling across the floor sent you over the edge. You clasped a hand over your mouth to stifle your scream. He was covered in blood, his perfect face bruised.
Pounding footsteps echoed across the room, and one enormous hand reached down and grabbed the collar of Ruben’s shirt, pulling him back out of your sight. The mystery man’s hands were red, blood red.
“Oh no you don’t. You’re comin’ with me, pal.”
Ruben squealed and retched.
You slunk out from behind the bedroom door and tiptoed down the hallway, your back against the wall.
“Where are you taking me?” Ruben’s voice sounded weaker and weaker.
“To Hell, where you belong.”
You took a deep breath, tears streaming down your face, before peeping around the corner into the living room. Ruben was on the floor, and the man…
No. Not a man. A monster.
He had his back to you, but he was so tall his head nearly scraped the popcorn ceilings. Not only were his hands red, but his whole body. He was frighteningly muscular, and you knew he could snap you and your husband in two with one finger. Everything caved in around you and your vision darkened. A hole grew within you and you felt yourself sinking into it.
The monster dragged your husband over to a circle with strange etchings on the floor, hoisting him up to stand straight. Suddenly, the circle lit up.
You knew at once what was happening. And this demon was not about to take the only thing that mattered to you in life to hell. Without thinking, you sprinted to your husband. Time slowed down as you ran, like you were treading water. You knocked Ruben out of the way in a split second, and he fell on the ground, out of the circle. You spun around and caught a flash of the demon’s horrid, snarling face. His eyes bore into your soul, then widened at the realization of what you’d just done as a flash of light spread throughout the living room. The place you had come to call home faded away as a ribbon of white strangled you and carried you off.
Chapter Two
You awoke to a strange scent. It was not the candlewick smell of home, but of ash and dust and smoke.
Coughing, you sat up. Wherever you were, it was suffocatingly dark.
“Finally. Thought you’d never wake up,” a familiar gruff voice snarled.
Footsteps echoed before bright light tore into your eyes. You leaned back, covering your face with your hands.
“Up and at ‘em, sunshine.”
“Wh-where am I?” Your voice sounded so tired.
“Take a look around, princess.”
You opened your eyes. A dingy motel room. You felt the scratchy covers beneath you. Dust covered every inch of the place.
You looked up, and saw it standing menacingly at the windows, hand on the ugly burgundy curtains.
You wanted to scream, but the sound got caught in your dry throat.
“Don’t scream. I’ve had enough torture for one day.”
“Why did you bring me here? What have you done with my husband?!”
“Your husband,” the demon growled, “is at an emergency hospital getting his wounds treated. He’ll recover.”
You took a deep breath as a wave of relief crashed into you. All that mattered was that Ruben was safe and away from this thing. Whatever torture he would undoubtedly inflict upon you, you could handle it. But not your Ruben.
“What do you want with me?”
“What do I–” He leaned back and laughed, a dark harrowing sound. “I didn’t even know you existed before last night. You weren’t exactly part of my plan, princess.”
You shuddered at the nickname. “Don’t call me that again.”
“Or what?” He crossed his arms. Thick black hairs sprawled up across them, contrasting against his blood red skin.
He was awfully well dressed for a demon, you had to admit. A white button down shirt that he had rolled up to his elbow, and tight black pants and black dress shoes.
“Staring me up and down, eh? Isn’t that considered rude where you come from?” he challenged.
Your mind fogged up. You weren’t clear headed enough to be sparring words with a demon.
“But to answer your question,” he moved away from the window, pacing about the tiny motel room, “I have no clue what the fuck I’m going to do with you.” His eyes sparked fiery red. “I only was approved for one trip to Earth to carry out my plan, and I come back with the wrong guy. Do you know how much paperwork I had to file just to come back empty-handed?”
You paused to think. “Then what did you want with my husband?”
“That’s not exactly information I can just give out, princess. Oops–” he raised his fingers to his mouth in feigned innocence. “Forgot you don’t like to be called that.”
You looked down at your lap. Your hands were bloodstained, you presumed from when you had pushed Ruben out of the way.
“How did I get here?”
“You fainted on the portal ride over. Been knocked out ever since.”
“I meant— in the bed.”
He fell silent. “Well, I didn’t just wanna drag ya. I’m not a monster.”
So he carried you. Great.
“I still don’t really know where I am.” You tried to look out the window, but it was too bright outside to make out anything other than white dust. “In the desert somewhere?”
“Kinda. You’re at the border between worlds.”
Your eyes bugged out. “What?!”
“Don’t worry. You’re still safe, at least here you are.”
You shot up out of bed, thankful to see you still had your robe and slippers on. “What do you mean, border between worlds? Am I still on Earth? Is this hell? Purgatory?”
“A purgatory of sorts, I suppose.”
You marched your way over to the window. It was just, nothing. Blank. White.
“This is the inspection point between Earth and the other worlds,” he explained, turning around to face outside. “Peaceful, yeah?”
“No! Not peaceful! Where is— anything!” You pressed your face up against the windowpane. Dust caked up on your skin.
“There is a diner nearby. I’ll take you there.”
“A diner? In this hell?”
“Oh, trust me. Hell ain’t nothin’ like this, hon.”
Tears welled up in your eyes. “I just wanna go home…”
“Welp, you made your decision last night when you jumped into my portal at the last second.”
“I was only trying to save my husband!” You faced him, standing up on your tippy-toes to be taller. It was the first time you’d really gotten a close up look at his face. His nose and mouth were turned upward in a permanent sneer. His eyes were dark, black, cold. Although you could have sworn at some point you’d seen them burn fiery red. His hair was jet black, slicked back with gel and neatly combed. And of course his face was just the awfullest shade of blood red.
“That was your first mistake.” He gnashed his fangs together and then tore away from you.
You scoffed.
“Come on, get dressed,” you heard him say from behind.
“With what? It’s not like I—” You turned around. The demon opened a wardrobe full of the most magnificent clothes you’d ever seen. They were just dazzling, a rainbow of different colors. Within the backdrop of the dingy room, it was like a butterfly batting its iridescent wings against the hood of a rusty old truck.
“I figured you probably had pretty extravagant taste, at least based off of that ridiculous robe and slippers.”
You pretended not to hear him calling your outfit ridiculous as you rushed over to the clothes. “Did you just go out and buy these?” You felt the fabric of each and every one of them.
“Nope. Conjured them up.”
“Oh my goodness! Thank—”
You caught yourself and let go of the fabric. “Wait. No.” This had to be some kind of trick. You took a few steps back from him and the wardrobe. “This isn’t right. You tried to kill my husband last night and I want to know why.”
“Like I said, princess—”
You shriveled up your face.
“That’s not something I can just reveal to anybody.”
“Then why are you treating me to all these clothes? Why take me to eat at a diner? Why not just kill me here and now?!”
“I have to have a permit to go out and kill people, sweetheart. And you aren’t exactly worth the paperwork. I have no reason to kill you.”
“Oh, but my husband was fair game?”
He gave you a long hard look over before licking his lips and stuffing his hulk hands in his pockets. “You don’t know the first thing about your husband, do you? Tell me, what does he do for work?”
“He—” Your face softened.
“That’s what I thought.” He moved away from the wardrobe, to the other side of the room. “You are just an innocent bystander who happened to get caught in my portal. It would not look good on my record for me to kill you, so I won’t. I’ll just make the most of our time together while I figure out what the fuck I’m gonna do with you.”
Your breaths quickened. “So, I’m just— just supposed to live with you?”
“Don’t worry, I have a nice spot picked out for us.” You thought you saw the slightest smirk on his face.
Your features mushed together, and for the first time since meeting this demon, you screamed.
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Requisite Yearly We Do Not Buy from Baker Creek post
It's seed catalog time! One of my favorite times of year, honestly. While my garden mostly sleeps, full of dry leaves and fluffed-up birds and cold breezes, I'm indoors contemplating tomato varieties and telling myself that *this* will at last be the year I get the peas in on time.
As it is that appointed time, my usual yearly reminder: don't buy from Baker Creek!
Baker Creek are racist, fascist assholes! They intended to platform Cliven Bundy at their yearly conference, and Native seedkeepers have said that Baker Creek stole from them (and sell the product of that theft). They did a For Ukraine fundraiser that actually went to a far-right Ukrainian organization invested in obliterating LGBT rights.
Baker Creek might have some fun varieties of seed, but I can very nearly guarantee that if you see something there you want, I can find it or an analogue for you somewhere else.
Here's a selection of seed companies I personally have bought from, or people I trust have recommended; there will be a secondary and possibly tertiary reblog, since Tumblr only allows me to do ten links at once. If there's a company you've bought from and liked, please leave a review for them in the comments! What did you get, what did you like, how was the germination? Native Seed Companies: (please, please feel free to add more in comments to this post)
Companies Specializing in Native Pollinator Plants and Seed:
New to me last year, but HIGHLY RECOMMENDED seed preservation company (they have an incredible selection! My 2023 germination of their seed was like 98%! But they only accept paper order forms):
Cool weird nightshades, I got a bunch of dwarf tomato seeds from them last year and THEY didn't suffer from peppergate because they're a small company that does a lot of their own seed:
A list of ten more companies or so, which I buy from every year, will follow in a reblog in about two minutes; please share that one instead of this one.
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