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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Raylan Givens is being haunted by the world's most annoying ghost.

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After dying in Ava's dining room, Boyd resigns himself to haunting Raylan for the rest of his days, until he notices something odd about his coworker, Tim.

[kindlingandhawthorn]

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Justified Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: established Boyd/Tim, Boyd Crowder/Tim Gutterson, Raylan Givens/Tim Gutterson Characters: Tim Gutterson, Raylan Givens, Art Mullens cameo Additional Tags: discussions of bondage, Infidelity, discussions of unsafe bondage, Timeline What Timeline Series: Part 3 of working out the kinks Summary:

The first time Tim comes in with rope burns on his wrists, a lot of different parts of Raylan sit up straight. First is the expected pulse of worry—Tim was clearly tied up and fighting it. Second is a calmer curiosity because Tim’s mutable accent is thick and teasing, and he’s got a lazy sway to his walk that makes something in the back of Raylan’s head remind him that Tim is gay. Third, is blatant interest. Normally Raylan likes to be the one tied up, but there’s always been something intriguing about tying a feisty lover up and making them come all over themselves ’til they can’t take any more.

[lbctal]

justified playlists

made some justified playlists cuz the hyper fixation is consuming me! pls enjoy them. :]

[willowmckinley]

since we accidentally gave Raylan a kink meant for Boyd I think it's only fair we give Boyd a kink I usually reserve for Raylan!! So let's do this: Boyd/Tim + jealousy kink

Thank you for the prompt, @itookyoudown! I think you might like this one, I tried to suit it to your tastes.

Words: 656

“Jimmy, leave us, would you?” Boyd says, without turning to face either of them.

Tim remains at ease where he’s standing, on the opposite side of Boyd’s desk.

Jimmy looks between the two of them. Tim knows he feels iced out, when Boyd does this. He must think there is some secret planning he’s not let in on. Tim grins. He doesn’t dissuade him from that notion. He’d stick his tongue out, but Boyd isn’t even looking behind to grip it between his thumb and knuckle. Seems like a wasted opportunity.

Jimmy shuts the door behind them, and Boyd finishes pouring himself two glasses of top shelf whiskey. Boyd sets the tumblers on his desk and sits in his leather chair. “C’mere,” he says.

Tim ambles around the large, wooden desk. He sits on the edge, a leg propped against the drawers.

“I said c’mere, boy,” Boyd snarls. His voice is tight and sexy, how Tim likes it. He grips Tim by the hips and pulls him toward his lap. Tim lands on Boyd’s thighs with a small exhale. He shivers. He wraps his arms around Boyd’s neck, arching his back so his chest rubs against Boyd’s own.

“Is this better, Boss?” Tim asks. He rolls his hips forward, brushing their cocks against each other, before he leans back. His arms still meet around Boyd’s neck, but his chest is no longer dragging along Boyd’s.

Boyd’s hands slide down Tim’s back, until they find their rightful places on Tim’s hips. Boyd grips Tim again, holding him in place, their cocks aligned. “Your behavior is unacceptable, brat,” Boyd hisses.

Tim’s shoulders shake with unreleased laughter. “Aw, man, is this my employee review? Are you gonna write me up?” Tim asks.

Boyd’s hand is whip fast on Tim’s cheek. His palm pushes Tim’s skull against the hard wood. Pain blooms from his temple. Oops. Pushed Daddy too far. Tim whines. “You will address me with respect, worthless dog,” Boyd commands.

Tim pants. “Yes, Daddy,” he says.

Boyd lifts him up by his hair and slams his head back down on the table. “Have you earned the right to call me Daddy?” he asks, though the question is very clearly rhetorical.

“No, Master,” Tim says. He tries not to slur the words. His ears are ringing. Blood pulses pain into the newly blooming bruise.

Boyd lifts his head back up by his hair and holds him in his eye contact. “Where were you last night?” he asks.

Tim swallows thickly. “I was with Mark,” he says.

“Oh, were you?” Boyd asks, deceptively light.

“He needed me,” Tim says.

“Needed you?” Boyd repeats. His tone is light. There’s almost a bit of humor in there, if you were easily convinced. Tim was not. “What did he need, beast? A blowjob? A tight little hole to fuck himself into?”

Tim shakes his head. “No—he,” he tries to explain, but he is not surprised by the interruption. Boyd’s fingers tighten in his hair. Boyd’s other hand comes up to clench around Tim’s jaw, halting his speech. His fingers dig into Tim’s face, so tight Tim worries about the bone.

“If this mouth cannot speak honestly, it will not speak at all,” Boyd warns. “I should have known,” he spits. “You always were a little whore. First you send your baby-doll fuck-me eyes at Colt. Now, you prance off after your miserable little leech. What next? You’ll be shaking your sultry little ass for Deputy Givens?” Boyd hisses.

Tim’s breath catches in his throat. Boyd stills. “Oh?” he asks. Tim shivers. “Oh,” Boyd rolls out. He slams Tim’s face on the hardwood with enough force to break his nose.

He rips out Tim’s belt and forces down his jeans. “Well, then must I show you who you belong to?”

The first impact against Tim’s back is comforting. Boyd forces his thick cock up Tim’s unprepared hole. The second impact is even better.

[kindlingandhawthorn]

Uh... finally updated?

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

So, it took a long time to finally update because I just couldn't get the boys to cooperate. I wasn't sure on changing the chapter count or just accepting there needs to be another fic-- I landed on another fic. I genuinely did not intend for this to be slow-burn crowgivenson but here we are.

At least there's finally raylanboyd?

[kindlingandhawthorn]

beta reader? discord?

I'm looking for a beta reader for the first time in probably 20 years... or maybe a discord community to toss ideas back and forth with...

I'm currently writing explicit (bdsm/kink, abo, dub-con/non-con recovery) fic. This IS a new psued (not someone new to the internet/fandom/etc.) and that's because I don't really want to cross the streams as it were, between this fiction and the rest of my digital footprint.

I have a ton of momentum behind me right now in the form of 50k words of Justified kink (ha!) in one series (I already posted part 1), another ~50k of Justified ABO, as well as the start of four more Jacob Pitts-centric fics (fandoms include Justified, The Pacific, and one very bizarre Sinner-influenced prostitute AU- I don't even know, guys)

So... if you're interested in beta reading, know someone who is, know of a discord (and maybe don't mind coaching someone through joining a discord for the first time?) or are just willing to signal boost, I'd be grateful.

Tagging this with applicable fandoms and pairings. ALL of which I seem to be showing up to 10-15 years late with Starbucks.

[lbctal]

hello small amount of crowson shippers. i offer you my second attempt at a crowson playlist bc my first one was shit!! still a wip but felt like posting it.

[lbctal]

for the ask game: tim gutterson 💝

oh yay tim!! i think touch is ultimately his love language. but silently, with no judgement whatsoever. like if he's had a rough day he'll just curl up next to raylan (or boyd hehe) like a cat. raylan would likely just let him while boyd might start asking questions, so he probably enjoys doing this with raylan more.

buuut... you guys are the tim experts. threw in some givenson and crowson hcs, lol. thank you friend!! <3