#lol this is trash but I'm too tired to go any further with it

[boyapologist]

taylor swift “woodvale”

the third part of the folklore triology will be out midnight, march 15, including the music video for the single “rudderless”

insp: (x)

[whorror-barbie]

One wrong move ( salesman x fem! reader ) part one

Summary: you wanted to take control in the bedroom this time, and the salesman agrees. With that power, will you go too far?

Warning: degrading, humiliation, choking, name-calling, slapping, BDSM dynamics?, a very angry salesman lol, housewife kink(this Kink can come off as misogynistic because it's more so 50s inspired), smut in general, porn with little plot, vaginal sex, blow job, rough sex, dub-con disclaimer just got in case. DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, AND IF ANY OF THE WARNINGS TRIGGERS YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER.

Ps: I'm shit at writing fanfic lol(on top of that, I'm doing this all on my phone, there might be some spelling errors or grammatical errors) keep that in mind moving forward, I'm just down bad for this man, alright😤. hope you guys like it, enjoy!

Edit: I decided to make this part one out of two, maybe? so no smut in this, who knows when ill update this. I might delete this, due to my embarrassment Idk....why I did this. this is so trash lol, I'm definitely cringing right now as I type to you all. I apologize to anyone who reads this, the squid game writer and most importantly I apologize to Gong Yoo, even though it's the character I'm writing about, and not about him at all, I would feel weird writing about celebrities... they are real people, his characters are fair game in my opinion because they are fictional but still...that's just how I feel. I have to cover my bases... so yeah lol.

The front door open as you were finishing the final touches on the chocolate cake you made, but too much in the zone with the music volume kinda high as you sway your hips to the music until you felt a pair of hands which caused you to stop, and have your heart racing then you realize It was your "husband's" hands around your waist. Thank God because you were about to scream out, feeling relieved when you realize it was him. he's taking in your scent of a pretty fragrance that smells of vanilla while hugging you from behind. "Hello, beautiful wife, daddy's home." He said in a low deep voice in your ear. giving you the chills up and down your spine. You have been with him for a while now, and he still manages to make you feel like a shy schoolgirl."Hello, sir" turning around looking up at him with doll eyes, accompanied with sharp cat eyeliner and a classic red lip, he smiles at you, pleased with what he sees. In return, you are admiring how handsome he is. God, you just wanted him to bend you over right then and there. just to use you for his own satisfaction like you were his personal fleshlight. Finally snapping out your own thoughts when he removes his hands to make his way to the dinner table.

"How was your day, dear?" you were fixing his plate while he's reading the news on his phone. "My day was fine, just a little bit tired" answering you while still scrolling through his phone and yawning. after a little while, he put his phone down as you set the plate in front of him, and set your plate down to join him. He gives you a charming smile while he starts forking his food, and taking one good bite out of it as you watch his reaction while you eat as well. He must be really hungry you thought. "Mmmmm this is pretty fucking good I have to say, darling, I'm quite impressed." He pauses to finish chewing as he wipes his mouth with a napkin, he just does everything so sexy, it makes you melt for him, then make you snap back to reality once more. " I think you learned your lesson last time you messed up, huh?...darling" a smirk slowly creeps on his handsome face as he stares into your soul. You paid for it indeed, let's just say you made good use of the ice pack in the freezer after how hard he spanked you for burning his steak. a couple of days of having trouble sitting. he loves seeing you in pain, he's a sadistic asshole, and that turned you on for some reason.

You are recalling the event from that night, it is getting you visibly flustered, looking away as you squeeze your thighs to control yourself. He's still looking at with a smirk, but with his head tilted slightly " gosh, what a fucking whore, look at you..getting all hot and bothered, it's not very ladylike of you." He said in a mocking tone with a deep chuckle. you look down at your plate to continue eating. "Hey, look at me when I'm talking to you" with a slightly stern voice, and you look up at him. "I'm sorry!" In an embarrassing outburst losing confidence in your voice. "I'm sorry what?" With his eyebrow raised, going back to that arrogant smirk. "I'm sorry, sir " with a slight bow, and he's pleased with your obedience. "mmm, good girl" he hummed, pretty sure you're soaking wet for him right now, Jesus that voice of his can just make you cum alone. there is a moment of silence as the two of you eat but fill in the silence by talking in-between. rambling about family, finding a nice vacation home to purchase, and just his work in general." thanks for the dinner, sweetheart" as he gets up to make it into the living room.

you clean up the kitchen as he turns on the tv to find something to watch, you see him from the kitchen, looking at how tall he is while he's sitting on a black leather couch with a whiskey in his hand, looking comfortable with his tie undone and his clean white shirt disheveled. basically sitting like a very relaxed king. Scrolling through channels, he suddenly makes eye contact with you, and you start to blush as he takes a swig of his whiskey while smiling back at you, giving you a flirtatious wink. The sexual tension never really goes away no matter how much the two of you have sex. Although you have this strong bond with him. you couldn't help but think about what you saw a few weeks ago and this thought has haunted you for a while now. at dinner you wanted to clear the air, tell him what's really been bothering you, it hasn't been all so easy to do so for some reason. just not really sure how exactly to go about it. You find out that he was talking to another woman when you had an idea to look up new recipes so you simply borrowed his laptop, You were cheerful mood when all of a sudden you saw a chat bubble pop up on the lower right corner of the screen, saying "hey, handsome ❤️". trying to ignore it, but the curiosity got the best of you, and ended up looking at his messages anyways. your heart dropped, you were shocked at what you saw. Flirty and very sexual texts back and forth, even some nudes here and there. one message read as " I miss you so much, darling. I have romantic plans for you soon" he sent, "aww, I can't wait to see what you do for me, baby, but what about your wife? teehee" She sent back. "I'll just let her know, I'm going on a business trip, so no need to worry about that, just be ready for my soft kisses all over your body, I love you, see you soon❤️ ." That was two weeks ago. You were mixed with hurt and anger, tears rolling down your eyes as you read every last one of them. Sure you guys are technically not together per se, but it didn't mean it hurts less. you thought maybe he would change with having you around. That he loved you, ''you were a fool'' you thought to yourself. This is just an arrangement to pay off your debt, nothing more. Just keep a brave face, trying to calm yourself down, not to let it show that it bothers you.

After you're done cleaning up, you make your way to your husband and sit right next to him, still in thought. "Strip for me, darling," he said in a demanding voice, knocking you out of your trance. You look at him with innocent eyes. "Don't make me repeat myself, slut. I'm gonna use you like a fuck doll for my pleasure, you don't deserve love-making tonight, hell you never really deserve it" with a very harsh tone, chuckling. his eyes were hungry, dark with lust as he looks at you as if you were a helpless bunny and he was the big bad wolf, it only made you feel warm in your core. sure that statement stings a bit, but you didn't care right now, you wanted him just as much he wants you. You do as he say and stand in front of him, taking off your knee-length red dress slowly until you are on display, showing off your black revealing lingerie with high heels still on, might as well be naked at this point. All of the sudden, you had a brilliant idea. You wanted to get revenge on him somehow for what he did, you really wanted him to pay. "Hey, uh sir? " With absolutely no confidence whatsoever, it was quite pathetic actually. He looks at you like he is disgusted with you or something "what is it, pet?" As he swigs some more whiskey. "Can we try something different?" confused, but is willing to let you speak " go ahead" leans on the couch more now, getting annoyed that you are even talking right now. "I was wondering what it would be like if I was in charge for once, can we please try it out?.. um, sir" he laughs at you, making you feel embarrassed at your proposal.

"Sure, why not" he give you the familiar arrogant smirk when you met him at the train station that night, As if you were playing a game too. You couldn't help, but smile so big. First, you grab yourself a glass cup from out of the cabinet while the salesman is staring at your ass moving around, smirking, and liking what he sees. pour yourself some whiskey to help you get this liquid courage. Gulping it all down, you hiss as it burns your throat. You're not much of a drinker, but you need this right now. he watches you with a smirk on his face"Wow, so pathetic" said with a chuckle. you stand over him with arms folded giving him a mean look ."Silence, sir you need to not speak unless spoken to, got it? " shocked at your own words from the inside, but remain strong on the outside. the alcohol is kicking in for sure as it's your second glass now. He lift his arm in protest as if he was getting arrested " yes ma'am" he said in a deep voice with a confident smile still on his face that you wanted to smack off, but at the same time it made you shiver and want to give in to him like a dog in heat. Calm down, you're in charge right now, don't let him get to you, that's exactly what he wants.

"Now why don't you follow me to the bedroom, so I can tie you to the bedpost, Pig," you say to him with demanding confidence in your voice. grabbing his chin to have him look up at you from where he is sitting. Salesman trying not to lose his cool at the pet name and how you are speaking to him.he's trying to be a good sport about it, going along with it and nods "use your words, pig" you said in an angry tone. " Yes,.ma'am," he said with a smile that is unmoving, deep down there is the rage that is building up inside him. doing his best to submit, but he's pretty fucking angry right now. " Look into my eyes, not my tits next time, Jesus, you're so filthy" you let out a giggle as turning around expecting him to follow you. You sway your hip seductively more than usual, teasing the angry man behind you. Clenching his jaw, he gets up fast and follows suit. you are probably going to regret this soon enough.

[gillianthecat]

NaClYoHo Day 5

I did not end up doing the dishes yesterday after all; I decided not to even try because I kept getting coughing fits whenever I stood up. But I did them this morning, despite really not wanting to. I wasn't too tired, I'd just kind of lost the momentum of doing things and the novelty of being sick was wearing off. But getting the dishes done felt good, and I looked out the window at the misty rain on my neighbor's roofs and the distant orange and green trees and at the water droplets on the spiderweb in my window frame, and it was all very pretty.

I still had some energy after the dishes so I wanted to go for a walk but then I decided to fold my clothes from the drying rack first. And I did it! I didn't put them away, mostly because my dresser situation is chaos right now and that felt overwhelming, but I did put them in tote bags to carry upstairs when I have the energy.

And then I did go for a walk in the not quite rain. When I went to Ireland when I was five they called this kind of weather "soft out" (or so the family story goes, I haven't checked if this is true) so that's what my family always calls it. It also felt really nice; sometimes I forget I how good it feels being outside when I'm holed up in bed for a long time. I walked to the end up the patio, checked my energy levels and then decided I could go further and so made it about halfway down the block (which is the equivalent of a whole normal block, my block is very long), and decided it was time to go back. According to my magic watch, about 450 steps altogether, lol. But that's more than I had the energy for yesterday.

I've been complaining on here about being sick a lot but that's because I'm enjoying feeling like I can complain about it. Usually when I'm stuck in bed for a long time it's because my ADHD brain is refusing to do anything else and there's so much shame and embarrassment around it. So being forced to do nothing because of physical illness feels wonderful in a way. It's not my fault I'm not doing anything! My body is to blame! I have no choice but to lie here and watch my shows! I physically can't do the dishes right now!

So I am a little anxious now that I'm on the mend about getting back into cleaning. And I have a hard time evaluating my capabilities to do things even at the best of times. But I do think I can honestly say, based on my physical energy levels and not just my ADHD desire to shirk work, that I still can't do that much. Therefore the plan for today, beside the now typical doing dishes and keeping trash contained, will be to do more loads of hang-dry only laundry (enough to fill the drying racks) because a) I have a lot to get through, and b) it's convenient to have it hanging up now when I can't do other cleaning so it's not in the way. Even though drying is slow on a wet rainy day like today. And then, only if I still have energy, maybe a load of dryer-able clothes because that is low mental effort.

🔲 dishes

✔ replace trash can bag in room

✔️ keep trash contained

✔️ gather two loads worth of hang-dry laundry

✔️ wash first load

✔️ wash second load

✔️ hang first load

✔️ hang second load

bonus round:

✔️ wash regular load

✔️ dry regular load

✔ fetch and fold clothes

But I'm going to rest a little more before starting any of that - watch this weeks ep of Big Dragon and drink some hot chocolate.

afternoon addition: well, gathering the laundry and carrying it downstairs was exhausting. So I'm not going to do the bonus round, but i will attempt to wash and hang everything already down there. Should be doable even if tiring.

evening addition: i had momentum and the laundry basket was right there ready to go so I ended up doing it. even though i got exhausted folding it I'm glad I did; it's so satisfying to a) have it done and b) replace the boxes with check marks.

[cocosstories]

Pete Davidson One Shot- Jr Writer Series 5

-okay so this one is kind of out there but I love it lol you and Pete are co parents to a cute little baby. Things didn’t work out but there’s still clearly a lot of sexual tension and hidden feelings. You both love each other but both of you are being stubborn.

Warning: smut

It had been seven months since you had found Pete and he learned of your pregnancy. He had vowed that day to, get and stay clean and so far he has done well to keep his promise.

Pete had checked himself into rehab that afternoon and stayed an entire 90 days. Lorne was great, giving him the time off with the rest of the cast showing their support as well.

You had kept your word, standing by his side the whole time while he worked on getting better.

Your pregnancy had gone well, despite the stress and almost a month after he got out of rehab, you had given birth to a healthy baby boy with Pete holding your hand through the whole labor and delivery.

Co-parenting was going well. Pete was great with the baby, always willing to help out anytime you needed it. The only problem with the situation was having to be around him all the time.

As hard as you tried, you couldn't quite get over him and seeing him with your child didn't help matters.

"Hey, Y/N, can you bring me a diaper?"

Pete calls out from the nursery in your apartment.

"Here."

You walk in the room bringing a new pack with you and hand him one setting the rest of the pack on the air mattress Pete had brought over for the nights he stayed over to help with the baby, which lately, seemed to be most nights.

A few minutes later, Pete comes out to the living room where you are catching up on some trash tv and sits down next to you.

"I think he's hungry."

He says as he hands you the fussy baby. You take him without a word and begin feeding him with a sigh.

"What's wrong?"

Pete breaks the silence a few minutes later.

"Nothing."

You say, shifting a bit in your seat.

"Bullshit Y/N. We may not be together anymore but I still know when something is wrong with you."

Pete turns off the tv and looks over at you, waiting for your answer.

"Exactly Pete, we aren't together anymore and yet you are here all day every day. Every time I turn around you're there."

The words came out quick and a little more harsh than you wanted them to.

"To help with my son."

He says under his breath but loud enough for you to hear.

"Is that really why Pete? Are you only here for the baby? Or maybe you think he is a way for us to get back together. Because if that's the case, you are wrong. You cheated on me. You broke my heart. Nothing you say or do will ever change that."

You stop for a moment to take a breath, taking time to bring the baby up from your breast to your shoulder, covering yourself up and thinking about your next words.

"It may have been one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, especially with everything that has happened the last few months, but I finally got over you. You should try to do the same."

With that, you hand the baby back to his father and go to your bedroom, afraid if you stayed any longer, you would give in and tell him the truth.

"Can I come in?"

You are startled a few minutes later by Pete's voice.

"Pete, I'm tired, I just want to go to bed."

"No."

Pete says and steps forward.

"What?"

You look up and swallow hard as he closes the distance between you even more, sitting on the edge of your bed.

"No. We are going to talk about this. Obviously this is an issue and we need to fix it. For him."

He gestures to the now sleeping baby in his arms.

"Fine but I'm pretty sure I said everything out in the living room."

Pete rolls his eyes at your hostile and defensive tone, not believing it for a second.

"Look, I know I fucked up back then. What I did to you was the biggest mistake I have ever made in my entire life. I thought I had lost you forever and then you came and saved me from myself and gave me the chance to be a father to my son."

The words hit you like a brick but you do your best to keep your composure.

"Staying here and helping out all the time is my way of saying thank you. I know we are over and I would never expect you to change your mind about it. I still love you, I will always love you. I will never forgive myself for ruining the best thing I ever had in my life but I refuse to give up a chance to be in my sons life. I don't want to make you uncomfortable though, so after tonight, I won't stay the night unless you ask me to. We can sit down later and come up with a plan if you want, anything I can do to make it easier for you. But we need to figure out something ok?"

You nod, unable to speak and he gets up and leaves you alone with your thoughts.

Laying in bed, Pete's words replaying in your head until you can't take it anymore.

You get up and head to the door, stopping halfway, beginning to talk yourself out of what you are planning to do next.

"Fuck it."

You open the door and find Pete on the other side, pacing and talking to himself.

"Oh, sorry I-"

Before Pete can finish, you jump into his arms, kissing him.

"Y/N?"

Pete pulls back and sets you down on your feet, confused as to what was happening.

"Shh."

You kiss him again, pulling him into your bedroom and into your bed.

"Are you sure about this?"

Pete asks before taking things any further.

"Please."

You look up at him, desperate need evident in your eyes.

No other words were needed as you and Pete give into every urge and feeling you have been pushing away since you found him with that girl a year ago.

Pete makes love to you, the moonlight streaming in through your bedroom window enough for you to see his face.

"What does this mean?"

You and Pete are laying cuddled in your bed a while later.

"I don't know."

As good as it feels, you still can't let yourself give up and let him back into your life in that way again.

Just as Pete is about to say something, the baby starts to cry.

"I've got him."

Pete says pulling his sweats back on and heading to the babies room.

"What the fuck am I doing?"

You get up quickly and pull on your robe.

"I still love you too."

Pete is changing the baby when he hears you behind him, turning towards you.

"What?"

He picks up the baby and walks towards you.

"I still love you too. What happened tonight, you don't know how long I've wanted that. After everything, I thought I would never be able to get passed it, that I would never be able to look at you the same way but I was wrong. I love you Pete and I want to try again."

Pete's eyes light up at your words as he pulls you close to him with his baby free arm.

"But you have to swear to me you won't break my heart again. We won't survive another hit like that."

He pulls back a bit and looks down into your eyes.

"I swear on our sons life, I will never do anything to hurt you ever again. I want this Y/N, you, me and our son. I want us to be a family. A real family."

He says, this time you have no doubt that he is being totally honest.

"Okay. Then lets do it. Lets be a family."

You say and then lead him back into your bedroom, the three of you climbing into bed and drifting off to sleep, finally back together and happy, the way it should be.