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last-words-ofashootingstar · 1 year

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Your color

February Filth Fest : Day Twenty

Kim Hongjoong x gn reader

a/n: GOOD GAWD IM HOWLING

"Red is your color, Baby."

✫彡wordcount: 700

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut drabble

ಠ_ಠwarning/contents: not edited, collar/rope, bondage, overstim, oral, dacryphilia, dom hj, use of a non-verbal safe word, pet names(joongie & baby,angel), name calling(brat&slut), hj calls the reader every compliment in the book(pretty, beautiful, handsome, an angel, ect), brief throat fuck

FFF tags: @cherryxsang @k-drizzle

SMUT UNDER CUT MDNI

Hongjoong would never hurt you. Mind, body, or soul. Which is not to say he won't make you cry your eyes out by making you cum until you break. So when you decided to piss him off and tease him all day when you knew he was busy: he does just that.

You're tied up in intricate silky ropes. They hold your legs apart and make your writhing useless. You aren't going anywhere as he works you with his mouth.

You've came an ungodly amount by now. Your legs are shaking in place and you can't wipe away the waterworks as he holds your bound hands at your stomach. Whenever you gulp down your sobs, the collar on your neck feels like it's choking you ever so slightly. "Joongie, please! I can't cum anymore! I can't do it!"

He doesn't say anything, he keeps his mouth on you. "Joongie, please!"

You feel another Earth shattering release coming up, and you decide you can't handle it anymore. You snap your fingers quickly, over and over. He's off you in a single second, breathing heavily as he looks up at you. You can barely see him through the tears in you eyes, but his concern comes through in his voice.

"Okay, Baby?" He wipes the collection of slobber and cum off of his chin with his hand, half-hazardly wiping it on the bed.

He pulls himself up off his stomach and unties your hands. They immediately grab ahold of his wrists and shakingly try to pull him closer.

"Aw, Angel, I'm sorry..." He cuddles up to your body, still tied down to the sweat soaked sheets. He listens closely to your uneven breathing, wiping your face with his long sleeve.

"My dumb brat," he coos, sickeningly sweet. "It's okay, Joongie is here. I got you."

"T-too much," you cry, holding onto him tightly, whimpering as the cold air settles around your wet sex, legs unable to provide warmth as they're tied apart. He toys with the collar on your neck, smiling. "You did so good. Took so much."

His eyes travel down your completely exposed body. You look so, so good. Completely vulnerable and trusting him with your body in his hands. The ropes he picked out complement your skin perfectly. The red collar around your neck with a little gold H hanging off of it makes his mind go fuzzy. "So beautiful. Such a pretty, pretty, slut." He moans as he rubs your sore hips. "My pretty slut, right?"

"Yeah," you manage to mumble, groaning as he quickly unties your binds and flattens your legs for you. "Y-mhm." All of the words leave your mind as he rubs your hips gently and kisses your shoulder.

"Can my handsome little brat suck my cock?"

"Yes."

He sits up and tugs you to the very edge of your bed, letting your head dangle. He rubs up and down your chest as you reach up a wobbly hand and pull down his pants enough to get at his cock.

"You're an angel..." He praises as you stroke him slowly. Even though he's nearly rock hard, you still take the time and work him with yours hand to catch your last few breaths before you swallow him whole. He moans as he hits the back of your throat, and it's moments like these he's eternally grateful you agreed to let him throat train you.

"You look... you look so fucking good, Baby." The ropes are tangles around your legs and torso loosely, and the way his cock indents on your throat and knocks against the collar from the inside has him losing his mind. "Red is your color, Baby. Look fucking delicious."

You sputter around his cock at the sudden words and he pulls away, laughing gently as he holds your head up. You gaze up at him and pout. "Why are you laughing, Joongie?"

"You're so shy, Baby. Losing it over little compliments like you don't cream my cock every chance you get. S'cute."

"Hongjoong!"

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#february filth fest #kim hongjoong #hongjoong #ateez hongjoong #ateez #hongjoong smut #ateez smut #smut fic

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queerauntie · 1 year

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September Reads

CASEY McQUISTON SEPTEMBER!

I swear I didn't do this on purpose, but how beautiful is it that I read her entire collection in one month!? But after reading one, I couldn't get enough of the McQuiston flavor! This has to be one of my favorite authors of all time, I am completely in love with this style of romantic comedy. I was having all the feels and my yearning levels were off the chart! So let's introduce these spicy girlies!

One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston

Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston

I Kissed Shara Wheeler by Casey McQuiston

Let's start with One Last Stop. This has to be my favorite just because of the amount of yearninggggg that took place here. MY GAWD. The sci-fi element was subtle, almost like an after taste. It wasn't so overpowering that I was lost in it, but it was sprinkled nicely throughout and kept me on my toes! I was laughing, I was sobbing, I was getting lost in traffic 🥵, but mostly my heart was fluttering! I was so in love with these two, and by GOD I will not settle for anything less than my own Biyu! Relationship goals for the year I haven't read a couple I loved so much since! (And I can say that because I'm writing this in December). The love that August and Biyu shared was jaw-dropping and delicious. McQuiston has such a wonderful voice, her stories are so enriching and delightful. It was beautiful in audiobook form and left me completely flustered. I was sobbing by the end and begging my bestie to spoil it for me because I just couldn't take it, but I am so glad that they didn't because the payoff was legendary. Favorite romance book without a doubt!

Red White & Royal Blue said I can be steamy too but with even higher stakes! Fuck me, this story was all about the DRAMA! I was not prepared for the adorable level of denial Alex would be going through and truly dying at the unraveling of this romance. It was a fun ride from start to finish, there was very little "downtime" and I was obsessed with the characterizations. Every single character was so beautifully thought out and so entertaining, once again Casey's style shines through and creates a story that you can't help but fall in love with. This book does it best because it's truly a rosy vision of what our world could look like, if only we loved each other as much as these characters...

Rounding out the month we read I Kissed Shara Wheeler. This book was tonally a little different than the first two. The characters were aged down, teenagers as opposed to 21+ year-olds. But that only aided the levels of achievable drama for these adorably dumb babies! I'm sure no one has ever said this, but it read a lot like a queer Paper Towns which was immensely enjoyable. My favorite part of YA now that I'm not a YA myself is that these babies are making the funniest mistakes and having the smallest problems. But when you're in that childhood bubble, it all is that big and hard and confusing. It's beautiful to see how they use their minds to find solutions and resolve conflict. I loved following these kids along on their journey and it was so fascinating to see how Casey wrote from a younger viewpoint and how it shifted the taste and tone of the entire story.

All in all Casey McQuiston is a phenomenal writer, and I am super excited to be a fan following along, waiting for the next delectable book she whips up!

Yearly Book Count: 8/??

#casey mcquiston #one last stop #red white and royal blue #i kissed shara wheeler #ols #rw&rb #iksw #romcom #fiction #adult fiction #young adult fiction #lgbt lit #lgbt books #queer lit #what im reading

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tojisblunt · 3 years

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OVERSTIMULATION HCS — genshin edition.

hcs — original, not requested.

AUTHOR’S NOTE. my first genshin work... hehe im so very excited to get back into the writing game ^_^

CHARACTERS. diluc, dainsleif, zhongli, xiao.

+ includes. overstimulation (duh...), daddy kink, size kink, squirting, multiple orgasms, fingering, slapping, mean!xiao, praise, edging

PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT I AM A DARK CONTENT BLOG.

— DILUC.

he overstimulates you because he’s not even aware of it in the first place.

diluc is a certified himbo, i swear. he loves u so much and would do anything for your pleasure.

but the thing is.......he’s too focused to realized that you’ve been doing nothing but cumming.

he only realizes once you squirt all over him, your cream soaking his digits and your cum bleeding through the sheets.

“d-diluc!” you squeal, back arching and hips shooting forward into his fingers as he continues to move them around inside of your weeping cunt. diluc’s other hand is focused on your tits while his dick is standing up proud, the red tip angry from how horny he was.

he just wants you to cum on his fingers before he makes you cum again and again on his cock, but poor little diluc; he’s far too focused on your pretty tits to notice that you’ve cum a long time ago.

“baby,” you cry, putting your hand over your mouth to muffle the embarrassing sounds leaving your lips as you feel his finger tips graze against your favorite spots. his palm is catching your clit every time his hand creates a motion, and it makes your legs quiver and the knot in your stomach to tighten.

“just cum, baby, it’s okay.” diluc reassures you, and you want to smack him. he’s been spewing bullshit about wanting you to cum when you’ve been doing that this whole time.

“i-i can’t!” you sob, head thrown back when he stops thrusting his fingers for a second, opting to grind the pads of his finger tips against your g-spot. it sends electricity through your body, and you can’t help but tighten around his fingers, body quivering as you experience a body-wracking orgasm.

you’re crying underneath him, eyes widening as you unconsciously spread your legs further open, feeling your orgasm drag out for much longer than planned.

you curse, squirting all over your boyfriend’s fingers and abdomen, thrashing your head side to side from the overwhelming feeling of a mind numbing orgasm that you just experienced.

“oh.” diluc stills, realization hitting him as he processes what just happened. “sorry,” he says sheepishly, and you roll your eyes. he cleans off your cum from his fingers, bringing your body closer to his lower half as he lines up his cock against your pussy.

“what are you—?!”

“—who said i was done?”

he’s gonna be the death of you.

— DAINSLEIF.

likes to do it because you look so pretty crying underneath him.

and also because he’s a service dom who’ll do anything for you to be happy in his sheets :P

loves to edge you tho... it makes your orgasms make you really sensitive after and he just loves the reactions.

tbh everything u do is attractive to him but if ur extra sensitive? u become a lot cuter to him.

“s-sen..” you blabber, and your boyfriend simply does nothing but looks up at you, keeping his eyes focused on your face to watch for any hints of uncomfortableness on your end.

“repeat that?” he asks, slamming his hips against yours purposefully, hoping to get a reaction out of you; in which, he does. dainsleif knows you too well, your body included. he knows where to hit it to get a certain reaction out of you.

“too sensitive!” you cry out in response to his thrust, feeling your thoughts swirl around as dainsleif begins thrusting into you slowly, before his rhythm speeds up. “no, no, no, no...” you trail off, mind going blank as your brains get fucked out of you.

“you can take it,” he says, soothing his hands over your stomach to reassure you that he’s still there. “my good girl, you look so pretty like this.” he smiles, face showing nothing but complete adoration for you as you cry beneath him, legs spread and cunt almost red from the abuse it’s taken from his edging.

no matter how much you want to finally cum, the stinging that you feel as he rocks his hips against yours is so good yet so painful that you’re not sure what to tell him. he’s been edging you for so long that you’re not even sure if you really did cum.

dainsleif knows how sensitive you get every time he stops his thrusting to edge you. the cries that leave your lips once he begins thrusting again, it’s all so good. but, as he watches you babble incoherent words, he decided that it was enough.

after all, nothing beats the sight of you cumming all over his fat cock.

— ZHONGLI.

LET ME TELL YALL ABOUT HIS BIG ASS DICK. (i would know i experienced it first hand)

dear gawd this man has such a size kink... thousands of years of struggling to find someone that would take his cock properly is finally catching up to him!!!!!

because now he found a cute lil plaything such as yourself who gets off on the fact that his dick cant fit easily

and the amount of times he’s made you cum before being fully in... it’s embarrassing but did you expect any less from a dragon?

“daddy!” you gasp, feeling his fat cock throbbing against your sensitive walls. even after years of experience in bed with your boyfriend, zhongli, your poor little cunt still struggles to take his much bigger cock.

you don’t complain, however, no matter how much your pussy hurts the next day from the stretching it received the previous night. no, how could you complain when he makes you feel so good?

“hm?” zhongli hums, keeping his grip on your thighs strong so he has control of how spread out you are for him. using that fact to his advantage, he brings your thighs further apart, cock twitching at the sounds of your mewls from the feeling of his cock hitting deeper.

“f-feels...i feel so good, daddy...” you sniffle, bringing your hand to his abdomen to rub on it, just for your own satisfaction of having your hands on him 24/7. you’re obsessed with having zhongli’s skin against yours, and he finds it so adorable the way you depend on his touch.

“yeah?” he quips, slowly grinding his pelvis against your sensitive clit, causing your mewls to transition to slightly louder moans. he takes note of how sensitive you can get sometimes, which is why he’s careful with exactly where he’s hitting his cock, but his cock is just too big that he sometimes accidentally (more like purposefully) grazes it against your g-spot.

he feels it before his brain could process your loud cries of pleasure. “i’m cumming, fuck! oh fuck!” you gasp, hands gripping the sheets and back arching as you cum hard all over your boyfriend’s cock.

he quickly puts his thumb on your clit, rubbing gentle circles on it to help ride out your orgasm, and you’re crying from the overwhelming feeling of his hands on your clit. your legs are shaking, and your moans have grown too loud, forcing you to cover your mouth in a desperate attempt to keep the maids from hearing you.

“daddy, please,” you sniffle, mind blank from how fucked out you already are. zhongli smiles, caressing the side of your face before he brings your legs over his shoulders, loving the wide eyed reaction that you gave him.

“you can take more, right darling?” he smirks, doing a few experimental thrusts against your sensitive pussy. but before you could even process anything, you’re cumming all over his cock for the second time.

— XIAO.

LITERALLY ONE OF THE MEANEST!!!!

does it purely bc he loves it when ur crying like a dumb little whore

he just loves to fuck u into oblivion so ur rendered speechless :blushes:

degrades u whenever u cry bc of overstimulation, but gets so soft when u apologize for cumming too much :( i love him..

“nngh!” you bite your lips the hardest you could, eyebrows furrowing as you throw your head back. your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, and the continuous trembles that are going through your body right now has your boyfriend holding onto you to support.

he keeps his eyes locked on your cunt, eyes scanning the way you wrap around his cock perfectly, cream soaking his dick as you cum over and over on his cock. you’re too overstimulated at this point, one simple move from him can have you cumming again.

“you don’t stop do you?” he teases, and you wiggle your hips in place in response to the proud smirk adorning on his face. “feel good?” he asks when he notices that your panting has calmed.

you nod, still lost for words as your brain is jumbled from the numerous orgasms your boyfriend was so considerate to give.

he ghostly leaves his thumb resting on your throbbing clit, ignoring the small whines that leave your lips in reaction. he then brings your legs over his shoulders with his free hand, and you can’t do anything but just give him a hesitant look.

“what?” he asks, leaning down and placing both hands on either side of your head. “don’t you cream so nice and hard like this? hm?” his vulgar words bring arousal to your hot cunt, enough arousal where your hips jumped from the sudden stimulation it brought to your clit.

“daddy...” you sniffle, feeling his cock throb inside your awaiting cunt. he gives you a single glance before thrusting hard once against your hips. hard enough that it would be pleasurable for the both of you.

“you talk too much,” xiao sighs, and you squirm, impatience settling in your bones. “quit it.” he grunts, lifting his hand to land a quick slap on your face, causing you to gasp.

“no, fuck!” you cry, hands immediately rushing to his arms for support as your body trembles underneath his, cunt completely losing it on his cock.

xiao swallows, head going light from the intense arousal that he’s feeling as he watches you cum just from him slapping you.

if overstimulation can get you to cum this easy, then you better be sure as hell that he’s going to fuck you insanely stupid every time.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader smut #genshin smut #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #diluc x reader #dainsleif x reader #dainsleif smut #xiao smut #zhongli smut #diluc smut #hc.sins #📂.headcanon

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jinkicake · 4 years

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Kita Is A Sweet Boy

Dating headcannons with our favorite Inarizaki captain!

Kita Shinsuke x Reader

Hey, Anon~ This might be a little messy and all over the place but I still hope it is okay!!! Ahh I love Kita so finding out that he is a cancer, like Oikawa, it kinda broke my soul a little bit. I still love him doe,,,,

SMUT // NSFW

WC- 1,308

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SFW

Before I begin I must try to put all of my thoughts together,,, Kita is…. A character. Ummm, I really,,,,, he just FUCk. Okay, now let’s begin

I think Kita would be very soft with his s/o, he may still talk the same in that very stoic manner but it is very obvious that he cares about you. Once he gets comfortable with you, he might be more expressive and openly show you his emotions

Kita is clingy but not in an overbearing way,,, idk I just think he gets comfort and a sense of security from touching you. His touches are very subtle, barely there like his pinky hooking with yours or just his hand resting on the small of your back or him standing close to you so that his body brushes against yours

Yeah, I just want to touch Kita,,, I think he would appreciate a s/o who is supportive of him. He’d like someone to cheer for him in any sense whether that be volleyball or any future goals, it’s easier to get things done when you have your s/o rooting for you!

In the same way that you are supportive of Kita, I think he would be very supportive of you. However I think there is a limit to his supportiveness like if something you deeply desire is just way out of reach and impossible to achieve, Kita would tell you. He seems to have that logical mindset, not to get your hopes up because then you’ll get hurt later. Yet, if you seem hellbent on achieving that desire Kita would be with you every step of the way

Kita would be very protective of you and would hate to see you get hurt or upset. I feel like whenever you talk to someone he is there assessing them, silently judging them, and if they say something out of pocket he will have no problem calling them out for it

I think it is rare that you’d get into arguments with Kita, like sever arguments. There might be a few random fights here and there but those pretty much solve themselves because Kita would NEVER let you go to bed angry. He would talk things out with you and try to resolve the issue as quickly as possible because let’s be real, he can’t handle it when you are mad at him

If, for some reason, the argument gets really out of hand and the two of you just stop talking to each other,,,,, there might be some problems. Judging by his cancer sign, Kita has a hard time with forgiveness and is opposing of change. That being said I think it would be you who has to apologize to him first if he is really upset however, if you are just as stubborn then I think Kita would apologize first. I don’t think the issue would be resolved after one talk though, it would probably end in some make-up sex heheh but then afterward you two could actually talk about it and figure it out. Despite the dislike for change and hesitance for forgiveness Kita may carry, I don’t think he would have any problem apologizing to you

Kita would be a very caring s/o, he would be very attentive to your needs and always look out for you. You would be very important to him, probably one of the most important things in his life. Give him all of your support and love, give him that sense of stability, and Kita will be eating out of the palm of your hand

Let me add,,, Kita def wants a family and the idea is very important to him. Ahh, I think he would be a great father,,,, :’

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NOW, ITS TIME TO FUCK >:-), let’s get right into it

I’ll just come out and say it, daddy kink next. Kita just has that air of dominance around him, gawd you guys know that scene where he throws his jacket….. ahhhhh *butterfly emoji*, he is so sure of himself and knows he can take care of you

Allow me to be bold and say something, this might be WAY out of pocket, HOWEVER. POWER BOTTOM KITA. Judging from the fact that he is a cancer and cancers are sensitive little brats, I think Kita would not mind being taking care of every so often. I think he will still need to be in charge, have that sense of control, but having all of your attention on making him feel good would be his ultimate wet dream. Please, my sweet boy is very sensitive

He loves to please you, Kita wakes up every morning and is like ‘how can I love on my s/o today’. I’m going to be bold again and say that when he eats you out it is messy. I think most of the time Kita always thinks ahead and is just always running his mind for different ways to please you, he will be very teasing and use light touches,,,, Most of the time he isn’t messy but even Kita has his limits…

He will hold your thighs apart and just go off on your drenched cunt like this man has no shame, he practically worships you with his tongue and does not let a single area on you go untouched. He loves to stare up at you from between your thighs, he loves to watch you fall apart as moans spill past your lips because it makes his heart flutter~

Kita is very selfless in bed, it is always about you. He won’t say no to the occasional blowjob, of course, but he doesn’t really see the point of it like why would you be enjoying this? Yooo,,,, if you ever, EVER, tie this man up and have your way with him it won’t end well

Kita would probably get out of the restraints before you even have the time to notice and then he will fuck you for hours. He is a very dominant person and while I like to imagine that he is very harsh with you, I think he would be more of a soft daddy,,,,, like yes he will spank you till you’re sobbing but he will always check to make sure you are okay and then have the BEST aftercare

Kita is not someone you want to piss off. He is the type to not put up with your shit and he will have no problem punishing you, because he secretly loves it. There is a lot of jealous-angry sex because Kita does get jealous easily. It isn’t too bad but it’s something he has to work on because deep down, he wants to keep you all to himself. He has that you’re his mindset...

I feel like Kita wouldn’t let you use any toys unless he is the one using them on you, like why would you need a dildo or vibrator when you have him right there to please you? He also seems like the type to be like ‘don’t masturbate while I’m gone’ whenever he leaves or something because he wants to be the only one to touch you like that….. Yet, he always calls you that night he leaves and is like touch yourself for me HAHAHAH

Fuck, how do I sum up daddy Kita…. Ummm big c0ck? Is that a good way? He is very attentive to you and only you but he does love the feeling of you touching and loving on him,,,, Kita is always the one in charge but he isn’t opposed to you being on top of him heheh. Kita shows his love through everything he does and that includes aftercare, my man will fuck you right to sleep and then clean you up and cuddle with you until you wake up :’-)

Taglist.

@yams046 @why-am-i-sad-and-sleepy @xhanjisungiex @xxashshs @chaosamu @angelkogane @augustdearly @kunimwuah @lovellucy @osamuonigiri @pearzuko @darksxder @macaronnv @nerdygremlin @buzzybeebee

#kita shinsuke x reader #kita smut #kita x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu smut #kita shinsuke

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pendragaryen · 4 years

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So... i watched it. Our very last premiere. Due to the time shift i watched it just now. And first i have to say: Thank goodness for the fact that the information of Bob Morley wanting a time off filming came through BEFORE i did. I was so angry, so sad. But now everything makes sort of sense. His absence not only in media, but in the first episodes as well (as they say). And that’s the reason why i could really appreciate the watch right now, dwell in the plot and the story itself. In short: I could enjoy the ride more.

And okay... Bellamy’s absence felt off. It still does. But wow... our leading lady/ies were truly rockin’ it! Clarke Griffin guys... God she’s so beautiful (they ALL are, okay) but omg... I love her. She had so many strong moments alone in this first episode guys, i lost count. But i kind of KNEW that her strength was something like a facade, a shield that protected herself from her inner break-down. And then it came. She’s lost it. And i was SO ON BOARD with her, with all her feeings, her cries, her anger...

I LOVED to see all my bbs again, RAVEN my love (yeay, my supportive queen is back!), Murphy, Emori, and especially Indra (”I am HUNGRY!” I cackled...) and her daughter Gaia. The scene with Madi and Clarke had me in tears... That was the very moment, when we, as audience, along Madi, felt, that Clarke Griffin was only hiding her pain and grief. And of course i felt so sorry for Madi and her first loss...

I was surprised, bc the surroundings of Sanctum felt less off for me in comparison to S6. Maybe it’s the cottage’s fault ;). Domestic life suits them! Sanctum and the palace itself... well, let’s say... I didn’t shed one single tear when it burned down. I never felt comfortable with it.

But there’s this scene with Gaia, Indra and Clarke at the table, deepened in conversation... and THAT was the moment i realized, that we will never get to see these people again together when the show ends... Odd, i know but... In that quiet moment it really HIT me. And i started crying. I shit you not. I felt SO MUCH LOVE for these characters at this moment (and i still do). I can’t describe it completely. (And i seriously have no idea, why it had to be THAT moment...) It just... it overwhelmed me. I don’t want to LOSE these characters! (And then... the action set in again and i got distracted - thank goodness... ;) )

Last but not least: I’m happy i love Gabriel and Hope (already) so much, bc i could concentrate on THEM in the scenes with the anomaly. Yes i already like Hope. ;) I love her mother. So that doesn’t surprise me. --- ROAN!!! I SCREAMED!!! I loved this!! And the line “... the man who you CLAIM to love...” was like the icing of the cake for me today. YESSS... Go for it, Roan! The biggest blarke to ever have blarked. ;)))

Of course i miss Bellamy. I miss him for life. Gawd, every episode without him is not really feeling like The100 for me. But the whole SHOW doesn’t feel like it anymore for me. Don’t get me wrong, i still love it, and i’ll watch it until the very end. But it felt off for me since book 2 started. At least. (In some aspects it did already in S5.) But WITH Bellamy (and together with Clarke and the other core characters) it always felt like coming home for me nonetheless. Now WITHOUT Bellamy... something feels wrong more than ever. But yeay, call me hooked. I want to know what happened to him! Like NOW! *sobs*

Sorry... i’m late to the party and this got WAYYY too long. But... ALL THESE FEELINGS!!! This had to get out of my head. :D

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demonsofhunting · 5 years

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All My Sins - Chapter 9

Pairing: priest!Cas x demon!Dean

Summary: Finally! Dean is appearing at Castiel's doorstep out of nowhere. What happened to him? What made him leave? The priest wants answers - the worries are killing him, even though he's more than just happy to see his boyfriend. And Dean is willing to talk...

Warnings: FLUFF ( yay! XD ), implied smut, angst, mentions of past abuse and murder...

Words: about 1800

A/N: Welcome to chapter nine! Now, you'll finally get some answers...I can't hold it back much longer. XD Prepare for some serious emotions and tears. Gawd, I love my precious babies so damn much! *sobbing*

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I hope you'll like it! Enjoy! <3

"Dean?" Cas rasps, his voice nothing but a tiny whisper. Dean Winchester smiles, cocking his head. Oh, how Cas loves his smirk...and those green, green eyes... "The one and only," he mutters, blinking with his long lashes. Then he looks down, suddenly nervous. He swallows hard, and his gaze is meeting Cas' again. There are tears in his eyes. "Damn it, Cas, I - ", he begins, but gets interrupted by the priest, who pushes him against the wall, just to kiss him in desperation. Dean does the same, his hands are running over Castiel's chest, touching him like he's the most precious thing in the world. Damn, it feels so good... Cas moans, as Dean pulls away, slowly. After a heavy breath, the young man says: "God, I missed you so fucking much!" "Same here," Cas whispers, stroking the other's cheek, gently. I could stare at these freckles forever. "Dean...what the hell happened? I...I thought I was going insane and - ", Cas stutters, but hesitates as Dean kisses him again, softly. "Not now, honey," he whispers into the priest's ear, making him shiver, "I promise that I'll tell you everything tomorrow. But...all I want right now is feel you, Cas. Everywhere. Please." His voice is so dark and soft, but filled with love and Castiel can feel his knees going weak almost immediately. "Promise?" he mutters, but he already knows that he lost the 'discussion'. Dean smiles, widely. He raises an eyebrow, licking his lips. "I promise," he answers with a wink. "Perfect," Cas mutters, and pulls him closer.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As Castiel wakes up the next morning, he feels awesome. After many nights with Meg, that were everything but quite enjoyable, the time with Dean was...incredible. As always. It's like they just know what the other wants, what he desires. They can communicate without words, and that's what makes their bond so special. The priest smiles to himself, as he turns around in bed, just to find Dean sleeping next to him. God...how can anybody look so beautiful while sleeping?! I bet I look like a troll while I'm asleep. He takes himself a couple of minutes to just simply appreciate the other's presence. His gaze is flowing over Dean's soft lineaments, enjoying every single detail. He's here. With me. And we're safe. The priest sighs, as the young man opens his eyes, slowly. "Hey," he mutters with a mild smile, "Why are you staring at me like a creep?" "'Cause I love you. Am I not allowed to appreciate a work of art when I see it?" Castiel answers, smirking. His heart is filled with so much warmth, that it feels like it's going to explode. He leans forth, until his lips are stroking over Dean's cheek, gently. "Okay. Now tell me," he whispers, blinking, "What happened to you?" Dean's eyes are going dark for a second, but it vanishes after a moment or two. "Are you sure that you want to know it?" the other says, seriously. He looks at Cas, questioning. The priest nods. "I am. Please, Dean. Talk to me," he begs, quietly. His heart is already beating faster, and he forces himself to calm down. There will be a harmless explanation for things...please let there be a harmless explanation... "I did bad things, Cas", Dean says after a few heartbeats of silence, "I killed people. And it was fun." Castiel blood runs cold. "Dean..." "No. Please. You need to hear it all to understand it. Just hang on, okay?" The priest nods, weakly. He can feel the tears coming up his throat, and Dean grabs his hand, softly. The other's touch is warm and familiar, and it makes Castiel calm down a little. He breathes in, deeply, as Dean continues: "It all began about three years ago. I...you know what I told you about my father? The way he treated me and my brother?" Cas nods. "After Sammy was gone, I...I just couldn't take it anymore. I knew that he wouldn't let me go. I knew that he would find me anywhere. And if he wouldn't be able to find me, he would go after Sam. I still don't know how he could become such an awful person. Anyway, Sammy was gone and I was in absolute despair. My father was worse than he had ever been, forcing me into...let's just say a life I didn't want to live. I didn't saw a light at the end of the tunnel, so I made a very awful decision. Actually, I did some research for fun as I stumbled upon the legends of crossroad demons and the deals that they are making if you ask them to do so. So...it said that they would make every wish come true. And all I wanted was to be free. So I got to a crossroad far, far away from town, and did the ritual to summon one. A - and it worked. I sold my soul for one purpose: that my dad would just disappear and never bother me or my brother again." He swallows, heavily, and closes his eyes. It seems like the memories are hurting him, awfully. Castiel's mouth is open, slightly, his fingers are curled around Dean's like he is the other's only anchor in this moment of truth. "Oh, Dean...", he whispers. "It worked. My father died, in the exact moment I sealed the deal with the demon. Heartattack. It was so damn simple. At first, I was filled with relief, but then I began to realise what I just did. I killed my father. I was a fucking monster. And as if this wasn't enough, this son of a bitch from a demon was kind enough to tell me, that now that they have my soul, they will feed from it until I will become one of them. They gave me about three years until I will go completely crazy. That was the price I had to pay. Not a very good deal, if you ask me. I totally fucked up. The next months I basically spent with lots of sex, alcohol and drugs, doing everything to drown my thoughts, so that I didn't need to think about how terrible my future was going to be. After a while I decided that this was stupid as hell, and ran out of town. I tried to find a solution for my problem. I asked everyone that I came across, psychics and stuff, but nobody could help me. They felt all very sorry for me, but none of them could do something to save me from the darkness that was growing bigger and bigger inside my heart and mind. I could feel it crawling under my skin, a thirsty, terrible monster. It spoke to me, always tried to make me do bad things. And sometimes, I gave in. And it felt so damn good. The feeling of seeing a person's life fade into their eyes when they die...it turns me on. And that's just sick. I hate what I am, Cas. I hate it so fucking much." Castiel blinks, biting his lip. He tells himself to stay calm. We can get through this. We will find a solution. Together. "But you haven't hurt me, Dean. You aren't a bad person. We can fix this," he says. "Maybe. Maybe not. All I know is that this -you and me - wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't meant to fall in love. But I did. And I left the town, because I didn't want to hurt you. I felt that things were getting worse, and I tried to run from myself. There are hounds of hell wherever I go. They're chasing me, making me go crazy. It almost seems that they're waiting for me to lose my humanity completely," Dean tells the priest, staring into the void. The other hesitates: "So...whenever you seemed to see something that wasn't there, this were hellhounds? Like the thing that almost got me to drive into a tree?" His eyes are going wide. Dean nods. "But as you can see, now I'm back," he continues with a weak smile, "I just couldn't stay away from you. Actually, I felt my insanity getting stronger and stronger as I drove away...I think you're something like my anchor. Without you, I need to kill." After these words, they're both silent for a couple of seconds. "Holy shit," Castiel burst out, eventually. "I know," Deam sighs, biting his bottom lip, "You just slept with a murderer. Congrats." "I cleaned up your house, Dean," the priest admits, suddenly, and the other stops. "What?" "I cleaned everything up. I - I buried the body. I made sure that nobody would find something suspicious in there," Castiel whispers, and suddenly, there are tears streaming down his cheeks, "Dean, I...it was awful!" Dean pulls the priest closer, softly. He kisses the other's forehead. A single tear is running down his cheek. "I...I'm so sorry, Cas. I - " he says, his voice rough, and filled with pain and regret. "No, no. It's okay," Cas determines, fastly, "It...it wasn't your fault. We...we'll find a solution. I promise." Dean looks at him with nothing but desperation in his eyes. "Cas, you don't understand! There is no escaping! It's just a matter of time, and then I'll - " And for a moment, his eyes are flashing black. It's absolutely terrifying, and the priest winces. The darkness vanishes again like nothing happened and Cas can feel a claw clutching around his heart. He swallows, looking at Dean with determination in his eyes. "We will get through it, okay? I don't believe that you tried everything that's possible to get you out of this stupid deal,"he says. "But - " "No. We'll get you out of this misery. Or we'll find a way for you to live with it." "To live with it?! Cas, I am a killer!" "And?" "And?!" "I love you. I can't help but I love you. That means I am part of this misery as well, and you can't change my mind. I've already gone through hell for you, Dean, and I'm ready to do it again." Castiel raises his chin, and looks into Dean's eyes. He watches the other's gaze soften, slowly. The young man cries, as he curls his arms around Cas, holding on to his love in desperation. "Thank you," he whispers into the priest ear, burying his face on the other's chest. I've already gone through hell for you, and I'm ready to do it again.

( A/N: CHAPTER TEN <3 )

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jengis-morrangis · 5 years

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Baby Fever

So here’s another fic. I don’t really know where I was going with this. Any feedback is always welcome and my ask box is open.

For some problems, Dipper could usually trace them back to a single event and find out what caused them. It may not be so direct all the time, rather more of a small snowball rolling down a hill, collecting more snow as it goes along until it forms a massive snowball.

This time, however, Dipper remembers exactly what caused the problem.

They were fourteen. Mabel was out with their mother getting a checkup while Dipper stayed at home reading a book on the couch. The door burst open and Mabel came running in the house and bolted upstairs with tears in her eyes, avoiding looking at Dipper. He put down his book and got up to follow. Something was wrong. As he approached the bottom of the staircase, his mother walked in and motioned for him to stop. He could tell by the look on her face that she was stressed.

“Hold on there, Dipper.” She said. “I think it’s best we let Mabel have some time to herself for now.”

“Why? What happened?” Dipper asked concerned. Ms. Pines didn’t answer right away. Instead, she sat down on the couch and patted the spot next to her. Dipper sat down and she reached out and took his hands. She wasn’t making eye contact, and the longer she didn’t speak made Dipper’s worry grow more and more.

“During the checkup this morning,” She said with a voice so small and that tugged on Dipper’s heart. “The doctor found out that Mabel can’t have babies. She’s devastated and I think it’s best we give her some time alone.” Dipper couldn’t believe what she was saying. Mabel loved babies. If anyone deserves a baby it should be her.

He waited on the stairs for about forty-five minutes, give or take a few. His mind was everywhere at once. This was such a surreal situation. He had no idea what to say, he just knew he had to be with her right now. Be by her side. He could hear her crying from her room, and every instinct in his mind told him to go to her, but he forced himself to wait.

When he no longer heard her crying, he quietly walked up the stairs and stood at her door. He took a breath before gently rapping on her door and announcing himself. “Hey Mabel. It’s me. I’m coming in, alright?”

He slowly opened the door and saw Mabel on her bed wrapped in her sweater. He quietly tiptoed across her room and sat on the edge of her bed. He looked down at Mabel silently sobbing in her sweater. He gently laid his hand on her arm. She shifted slightly and her hand popped out of the hem of her sweater in search of his. He held it tight as she took a deep, shuddering breath.

She peaked out from the neck of her sweater and Dipper’s heart nearly snapped in two. She had a look of sadness like none other he had ever seen in her. Her eyes were filled with tears. He knew immediately that her despair was immeasurable. She was heartbroken.

He wanted nothing more than to fix this. He would do anything. But even though he didn’t want to accept it, he knew this couldn’t be fixed.

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As time went on, Mabel began to recover, but he knew she would never be able to fully move on from it. She was different. Ever so slightly. Most people wouldn’t even notice, but Dipper did.

There were a few times when he noticed her behaving differently. Sometimes when they walk through a park or down the sidewalk, he caught her staring at a mother and her child with a look that can only be described as envy and longing. He thought that someday she may be able to overcome it and fill the void, he hoped so.

Years passed, and one day in the middle of their junior year of high school their parents sat them down to talk. They sat across from each other at the dinner table, with the twins on one side and them on the other. The twins could tell it was something serious by the way their parents were acting. They didn’t usually have ‘family meetings’ unless it was something important.

“Kids,” Their mother said with a voice of excitement. She looked at her husband with a look of anticipation that he returned as they squeezed their hands tighter together. “Your father and I are excited to say that soon you two are gonna be older siblings!” She said excitedly.

“What do you mean?” Dipper asked cautiously. She wasn’t saying what he thought she was, was she? Ms. Pines gave another excited breath.

“We’re having another baby!” She announced merrily.

Dipper’s eyes shot open, he gasped and started coughing uncontrollably as he choked on his own spit. He was excited about the news, as he rightfully should be. But he couldn’t shake the worry of what this might mean for Mabel. His parents could see the look of anxiety on his face.

“Easy there, Dip.” Said Mr. Pines. “There’s no need to freak out over this. We’ve raised both of you, so one more baby won’t be too different. Just think about it; soon you two are gonna be older siblings! How cool is that?” Mabel was bouncing up and down in her seat in excitement, shaking Dipper by the arm.

“Oh my gosh, Dip! I’m gonna be a big sis!” She squealed.

“Alright, settle down now.” Their mother said with a grin. “We expect you guys to help out with things. Having you two was a lot of work, and this baby is gonna require a lot of care, so we need you two to pitch in.”

”Oh my gawd! I gotta tell Wendy and Grenda and Candy and ahhh I can't believe it!” Mabel squealed excitedly before running off, screaming in delight. Once she had disappeared up the stairs, Dipper turned back to his parents. The news was delightful, but he couldn’t help his worrying for Mabel’s sake.

“You guys don’t think this might be unhealthy for Mabel?” He asked. “I mean you’ve seen how she acts around babies. You really think she can handle this?”

“Dipper, didn’t you see how excited she was? Everything is gonna be fine.” Mr. Pines assured. Dipper still didn’t feel convinced.

His parents must have been able to tell, because his mother added, “Look Dipper,” Her voice was gentle and caring. “I know you’re looking out for your sister, and that’s really sweet, but we didn’t plan this. It’s not usual for adults our age to have another baby, but I can promise you this will be heavily rewarding, just like you two were.” He took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes. Immediately he knew she felt the same way; she was worried. The scars were still fresh, and what happened to Mabel had hurt them all.

“Okay mom, I trust you.”

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The months went by with them performing their extra duties. They all had to pitch in to be sure their mother and the baby were healthy. Dipper had never seen Mabel so excited. She would always spend time with their mother if she could, holding her belly and pressing her ear against the ever growing bump. Like a child waiting to open their christmas gift. His worry began to melt away gradually as he saw how happy she was. She never seemed to be upset by any of it.

Soon their mother gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Little Gabriel. He was so small. No bigger than a loaf of bread. He was so warm in Dipper’s arms as he slept peacefully.

Mabel was always excited to interact with him. Whether it be feeding, changing, or playing. Dipper also enjoyed it, and had eased back on his worrying about Mabel. He loved seeing her smile so much.

It might have been a side effect, but Mabel also seemed to be more touchy-feely and affectionate with Dipper. More sleepovers in the same bed, more cuddling time on the couch, and a daily kiss on the cheek. He didn’t think much of it— Mabel had always been affectionate, and judging by how joyful she was it seemed fitting. It seemed like she may finally be making serious progress, and Dipper couldn’t be happier for her.

As spring break was nearing, their parents had gone out for their first date night since Gabriel was born and had left the twins in charge to take care of Gabriel for a night.

Dipper had gone to the store to pick up groceries for dinner, and Mabel stayed home to watch after Gabriel. When he came back, he entered quietly since Gabriel was sleeping when he left.

He began preparing dinner, expecting Mabel to come downstairs and give him one of her usual hugs and a kiss on the cheek, but there was nothing. Not a sound.

Once he finished preparing dinner he went upstairs to find Mabel, but she was not in her room, so he assumed she was attending to Gabriel.

The door was slightly ajar, so he silently opened the door and stepped in. Across the room he saw Mabel in a chair next to the cradle as she held Gabriel in her arms. She hadn’t noticed Dipper yet as he looked at her. She had a deep look of love and affection that made him feel warm. He looked down at Gabriel and noticed part of Mabel’s shirt was pulled up and Gabriel was sucking on her breast.

Dipper froze. He wasn’t quite sure what he was seeing. In that moment Mabel looked up and made eye contact with him. She froze as well, and the loving look she had before was now replaced with fear. After a few seconds of their awkward staring contest she quickly pulled down her shirt and stood up. She took a step away from Dipper and pulled Gabriel closer.

“Mabel… what was that?” Dipper asked with trepidation. “What were you doing?” He spoke calmly, but serious. He forced down the anxious voice in the back of his mind to keep himself from panicking. He didn’t want it to be true, but knew the answer was obvious. “Mabel, were you… were you breastfeeding Gabriel?” She looked down at Gabriel, face suddenly flushed. Dipper was no expert in biology, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t how breastfeeding worked. “Mabel, hand me Gabriel.” He said, reaching out to her. She shied away and held Gabriel closer.

“No no no no.” She spoke quickly in panic as she shook her head. “Dip please you can’t take my baby.” He stopped dead in his tracks. His jaw dropped and the back of his neck turned cold. She looked him in the eyes with sheer terror. More pieces started to fall into place.

“Oh no.” He said quietly. “Oh no, Mabel.” He thought from her excitement for Gabriel that she had somehow been at peace with it, but clearly it hadn’t seemed to change much, if at all. “Mabel, I’m so sorry for what happened but Gabriel isn’t your baby.” Mabel began to cry. Her sobs were painful, and Dipper felt horrible.

Dipper extended his arms and she reluctantly but carefully handed him Gabriel. He put Gabriel back into the cradle before turning back to Mabel. She was curled up in a ball with her knees drawn to her chest. She was sobbing into her arms as they wrapped around her knees and shoulders. He knelt down next to her and wrapped his arms around her in a protective hug. She lifted her head up and their eyes met. He knew just from her eyes how much this tore at her, how long she had held this in. He wanted nothing more than to help her, to fix the problem, but he knew he couldn't.

Before he realized it, she was pressing her lips to his. Dipper completely froze, and his eyes were wide with shock. They both stayed there for a moment before she pulled away. She looked him in the eyes again, she was so scared. She became flustered, and was shaking as she quickly stood up. She started backing away towards the door, rubbing her trembling hands together nervously. Dipper had never seen her like this.

“Oh my god.” She said. “Oh my god, Dipper I’m so sorry.” She began sobbing into her hands as she quickly walked out the door and down the hall. Dipper heard her door slam shut a few seconds later.

Dipper couldn’t move. He was confused, shocked, but concerned. He didn’t know how to respond to this. It took him a while to really wrap his head around what is really going on. He didn’t want to even think it, but it seems like Mabel must have developed some sort of mother complex over Gabriel. Oh boy.

The more he thought about it, the more pieces began to fall into place; her behavior around Gabriel definitely seemed like that of a mother, she spent pretty much any time she could with him, and now the breastfeeding. Dipper knew this wasn’t healthy for her. Then there was that other thing. The kiss. Yeah, that thing.

What was that for? He didn’t want to think it, but he knew it was likely true; she was putting him in some sort of father position over Gabriel. They would have some nights where they would watch over Gabriel together. Mabel would usually lean into Dipper and rest her head in the crook of his neck as they looked down at the small baby sleeping gently. Thinking back, it seemed so obvious. Thinking about it made Dipper’s stomach tighten.

Mabel’s outburst must have startled Gabriel, because his cries suddenly filled the room. Dipper sat in the chair next to his cradle and gently rocked it side to side, Suddenly feeling so alone and so underprepared for this, so lost. Alone with his thoughts, and crying baby Gabriel.

You and me both. He thought.

#pinecest #myfics

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loveislattes · 6 years

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Google/reader praise kink

(I can’t apologize enough for how late this is. >.

“Oh fuck!” you squeaked out quietly.

It was a struggle to articulate your words, but you craved to let the sound out; To let him know how good he made you feel. Google slowed his thrusts finally when your lungs began to burn, seemingly giving you time to catch your breath.

As he chuckled effortlessly, you felt a twinge of jealousy over his android abilities to never tire or need air.

“You shouldn’t waste your breath, little one,” Google teased.

You rolled your eyes in contempt, but quickly lost all attitude when he began to rock his hips again. Quickly your hand scrambled up to latch onto the soft, shaggy strands of dark hair framing his face. Without a second thought, you jerked him into a rough, biting kiss, breath panting hotly over his lips while his tongue dominated yours.

“Oh gods, I’m gonna come again,” you whimpered between kisses as heat rushed through your belly, “Fuck, how do you do this?!”

“All part of my design. Of course, it wasn’t until meeting you that I actually desired to test my full capabilities.”

A broken giggle escaped your mouth at his both sweet and yet analytical answer. Only your Google.

Your thought process dropped off suddenly as he began to pull away. As quickly as the protest grew on your tongue, it was extinguished when he lowered himself onto his belly between your thighs.

“I wish to taste you this time.”

It was a statement and a question all in the same. You quickly nodded your consent and it was like flipping a switch, his mouth quickly enveloping your sex as he gave a low groan.

Almost immediately, you felt your climax doubling in speed, your toes curling and back arching into his touch. Whether it was his programming, his infinite knowledge of the internet, or just plain old fashioned learning from your times together, Google was by far the best technician of oral sex that you’d ever encountered. For not the first time in your adventures, you found yourself silently thanking the heavens that he was even remotely interested in you that way, because you now had no idea how you’d ever lived without him.

Without warning, you felt as well as heard him switch on the vibration function in his tongue.

“Oh-gawd-fuuckmeeee!”

You flew up and attempted to pull away from the extremely intense sensation only to have his hands clamp down on your hips. You were no match for his inhuman strength.

Tears gathered and poured from your closed eyes as every single nerve in your being seemed to hum and quake under his delicious torture. Finally, after what seemed like years, his thick fingers slipped down into your wet entrance, still stretched from his cock moments ago.

The reaction was instantaneous and it tore a painful yelp from your lips as your thighs clamped around his head. Fingers lacing once more in his strands, you released your inhibitions and held him close as bliss scorched through your veins. None too soon, you felt your tender flesh becoming over sensitive and attempted again to pull from his hold.

It was until you were sobbing and shaking and pushing on his head that he finally pulled away; only to force you over effortlessly.

You felt like a rag doll as you let him position you on your chest and knees, ass in the air, presenting your soaking wet sex to him. Your breath caught in pleasure and uncertainty as he easily thrust his cock back in, wasting no time in shoving in as deep as your body would allow.

“Your taste does things to me that shouldn’t be physically possible. I’m not built to react to sensory stimulation such as you do, and yet I find myself almost inebriated after it,” he grunted.

You couldn’t help blushing slightly at the compliment but couldn’t gather enough strength to do more than offer a hum of appreciation.

“It’s both maddening and exciting. You make me feel alive, Y/N.”

That made you perk up.

Turning so you could speak clearly without the blankets in your face, you admitted, “I’ve never felt the way I feel with you with anyone else either, Google. You make me feel so incredible, and not just sexually. You-”

His hands suddenly grabbed your limp wrists and dragged them back, pinning them to your lower back with one hand while the other took a bruising hold on your hip.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but save your breath. I’m being serious this time. Your heart rate is climbing dangerously high and your oxygen levels are lowering to a concerning level.”

A snort escaped but you didn’t argue otherwise, simply let him take control of your body like he did so well. His obscene strength mixed with his protective nature mixed for a potent medley when he got all dominant; you always found yourself bending easily to his requests and demands. It felt so right to let him lead the show.

The rough grip of his hand left your hip as fingers trailed lightly around your hip and waist. You startled sharply when they went straight to your sex and started teasing your aching bits once more.

“Gooooogle,” you whimpered pathetically.

“I want you to orgasm with me. How you tighten around me when you climax is indescribable. Please, Y/N?”

It was with a weary sigh that you gave him permission, and succumbed to the light, vexing fondling. When Google was determined to make you come, it didn’t matter how worn out your body was or how much you thought you couldn’t, he was able to pull it out of you like a magician.

Twitching and whining like a mad person, you felt that burning edging closer once more, and found your body instinctively pushing back into his thrusts.

“There you go. Help me make you come, little one. Use my cock so I can come with you.”

Rarely did he tap into the dirty talk that you loved so much, so when he did, it drove you crazy.

“Google, fuck, so close. Ju-ugh, so good. P-Please come. Can’t hold out,” you panted out shakily.

He let out a deep groan and kicked up the pace of his hips, his thrusts growing brutal in their motions. Then his fingers were buzzing and he was moaning your name, and you couldn’t stop it.

Whites and blacks splashed across your vision as a scream escaped your throat. The ecstasy was painful in nature but with just enough bliss to make it oh so worth it.

His cum pooling inside you was delightfully prevalent over everything else once he slowed down and you couldn’t help but smile bashfully in contentment.

When you gained control over your weak limbs once more, you ashamedly wiped the drool and tears from your face as he exited the bed.

You thanked him almost silently when he easily slid you over and cleaned up both your fluids from your thighs and sex.

“You’re too good to me,” you mumbled once he was back in bed and wrapping you in his arms.

Before he could even mutter his reply, you were fast asleep from exhaustion.

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henryandalex · 7 years

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That was the epicest season finale ever!!! What was your fave scenes and what are you excited for/want to see more of, in season 3? Btw, I love your blog, its My shadowhunters bible

I don’t think it was epic season finale and more epic was 2x18, hands down, but yes, it was a really great finale and I have to say, I enjoyed every single second of it. When not even Clary Fray bugs me for once and I totally end up cheering for her when she was shaking Valentine and I think that the Clace kiss was the best Clace kiss we have seen to date, then yes, you see I totally loved that episode.

I think the only thing that bugged me a little bit was the parabatai scenes. Then again, that storyline is bugging me ever since 2x04 (since I thought 2x03 established the real deal behind this…..siiigh). The inconsistency as well as them only using that bond as a plot device is annoying. That whole concept of the parabatai is beautiful and amazing but so far it always ended up being badly written and annoying and Alec suffering, preferably ending up on the floor. Honestly they really need to work on that because it has so much potential. After all Jace and Alec aren’t just parabatai but they are also brothers(!) and now Alec is actually also Jace’s boss. So please, give me more and better written scenes. Fighting, talking, joking, …. whatever. Just, deliver this better than all through s2, kthxbye. (I also hope they give me a good explanation for Ollie because I don’t get her purpose yet and she kinda annoyed me a lot. So, let’s wait and see.)

The best scene tho? Hmmm. I am torn. I mean, yes, the last Malec scene? Gawd! I am still sobbing over “I don’t think I can live without you.” I cannot believe he really said that. If they would pan away that scene with Malec hand holding instead of arms around waists, I probably would have totally lost it. @s3a: Deliver this please, I am looking at you! Not to mention that I am still crying over Magnus’ suspenders and that jacket and how beautifully shot that scene was. Like, straight out of a romance movie lbr.

Then again, I also enjoyed battle!couple Malec a lot. I am hoping we will see more of that in s3 because I need. And hopefully this time not with Magnus saving Alec’s ass because duh… Alec, you had ONE (1) job. lmao Also, I know a lot of people didn’t get it but I am also still highly amused of the first Malec scene and Magnus being so petty and salty and Alec rolling his eyes excessively. I love these salty and petty boyfriends, goodbye.

But yeah, there were so many great scenes in the finale. I mean, think of Luke and how he shut up Meliorn? Drunk!Luke? The special effects of Raziel and the shots of Lake Lyn? It looked amazing!

As for wishes for s3?

Domestic!Malec and all the intimacy, for sure. But also I wanna see them talking and figuring stuff out because I think we can all agree that they still need to do that after 2x20 since not everything is back to roses and daisies

battle!couple Malec as well as bamf!Magnus

ALLIANCE RUNE!!!!!

SIZZY!!! Please, I am begging. I’ve been waiting for 84 years!

more friendships! Honestly, that is something that was lacking a lot in s2. We barely saw friendships and everything that comes with that. Give me Simon+Alec, I am begging on my knees. Also, Luke+Alec, Luke+Magnus, Alec+Aline, Magnus+Izzy, Magnus+Cat, ….

Luke/Maryse because duh. So much potential and I am so here for this!

Maia! Maia becoming alpha? Whatever, she is a queen and I hope she starts dating Bat at one point because Jordan can fuck right off. I don’t know him!

Aline needs to be back and form the gay brotp with Alec. Also: Heline!

CATARINA! (as mentioned above, give me friendships @ show!)

Parabatai bond, and hopefully not only as a plot device because I really like that bond/concept and what it stands for!

I know it is all drama and angst and I enjoy it but I would love to also see some lighter moments. I somehow miss the “humour” from s1 and lines like “I do you pro bono.” f.e.

I would also love to see Lily. Imagine Lily, Maia and Alec. Bye!

hopefully they continue with the political and racial storyline from 2b, there is still so much to explore and with this cast and all… please do that! Then again, they wanna explore the world, so that sounds promising.

I also would say give me the Prince of Hell storyline, like… give me Asmodeus but I am realistic. I don’t think that’ll happen in s3? Maybe in 3b? But anyway, I can’t wait!

please keep the lighting of 2b! I never wanna see the ugliness that was 2a again, kthxbye!

There’s probably a lot more but honestly, they just need to continue with s3 like they started it with s2b and I am more than hopeful for another great season of “Shadowhunters”.

#shadowhunters #sh wishlist s3 #this got too long #sorry #but yeah I am wordy #lol #shadowhunters season 3 #also thanks for the sweet words pumpkin <333 i am flattered!#pinkbirdnest #answered #thanks for asking!

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Tips on Staying Motivated With Writing

Hellllloooo everybody ~

Happy Thursday Blogday!

I’m not going to lie, I’m being a heavy-duty hypocrite right now. This blog is about staying motivated to write (especially when you already are working full-time in a job that is NOT writing…*le sob*), and guys, I’ve been literally dancing around my computer for like 2 hours, avoiding this blog like the plague. I have been doing everything BUT writing…paying bills (barf), cleaning the house, making lists of all the things I need to do (I love a good color-coordinated list!), anything and everything that did not consist of typing.

I am so ashamed of myself. Where’s a nun jingling a bell screaming, “SHAME” when you need one?

Alas, I am here now, and I am GETTING THIS DONE.

So, as some of you might know, I like to refer to myself as a wolf cloaked in sheepskin. Not only does calling myself this make me feel badass, but I also feel like, at this point in my life, it accurately describes who I am. I am a writer trapped in a nurse’s body, and up until last year, I didn’t realize just how badly the writer in me wanted freedom, how badly the wolf I had been hiding inside wanted to howl. But it’s not as simple as waking up in the morning, throwing open your window, and declaring to the world, “I AM A WRITER, HEAR ME ROAR!” And I know some would disagree, but at least in my case, you can’t just quit your day job and assume the role of Starving Artist (see above reference to paying bills and barfing). Unfortunately, money still makes the world go round. It is simply not that simple, not for me, anyways. So, if you’re like me, you work full-time and write on the side. Sort of like a double life.

And that is ok.

It’s ok to do both. As much as I hate nursing, I know that I still rely on it heavily. It would not be a smart idea to jump ship (my husband can be my sugar daddy, right?), not when talk of buying houses and going back to school are in the works. So, as I slave away at a job that makes me feel dead inside, I am spurred forward by the hope that, one day, I can completely submerge myself into my writing and leave nursing in the dust.

But, that’s going to take a lot of work.

And sometimes, as much as I hate to admit it, the drive is just. Not. There.

Sometimes, when I come home from a 12-hour shift, my brain is so tired, all I want to do is watch TV or do something that requires very little thinking. And don’t even get me started on night shifts. Once, I went down for what I intended to be a light nap, and BAM! Entire day gone. Oops.

I know I’m not alone in this. Sometimes that full-time job we are reluctantly committed to just sucks the life right out of you, and you feel like you have nothing left to give to your writing.

That’s where this blog comes in! And Lord, I need this now more than ever.

So, without further ado, here are 9 tips and tricks to staying motivated to write, even when you feel like life is shoving a whole bunch of suck in your face, and your job is killing you slowly.

I could have done 10 tips but I chose not to because, hey *points to self* writer. Writers are weird. Not sure if you knew that already or not.

ALSO, a wee disclaimer: some of these won’t work for everyone. Hell, some of these don’t work for me. But that doesn’t mean that they aren’t solid pieces of advice!

ALSO, another disclaimer: before anyone gets their pantaloons in a jumble, I’d like to point out that I have nothing against people that have already claimed the role of a full-time writer. I know that there are people out there that had no choice but to jump into the role, whether they were ready for it or not, and actually, I’m incredibly jealous of you. That takes bravery. Right now, I can only dream of doing that *sits in a dark corner rubbing hands together, murmuring, “sooooooon”*, but I know that my time will come when I am finally able do the same. But I should mention that whether you are a full-time writer, or a wolf in sheepskin, these tips can still apply.

1) Carve out a bit of time each day to focus on nothing but writing. This could be when you're in the shower. This could be on your lunch break. This could be when you are waiting for your bout of insomnia to pass and for sleep to finally take you hostage for a couple hours. Even if you are just tossing around ideas, or working up a new subplot, or brainstorming that next big scene, it will make the next time you sit down to write a bit easier to slip into relatively unscathed. This SORT OF falls into that saying, “write every single day,” but to be honest, I’m not terribly fond of that saying. Like I mentioned before, sometimes it’s bloody hard getting my brain working at a functional pace after a long day, but if I’ve at least catalogued some time thinking about my manuscript, I still feel like I’ve accomplished something at the end of the day. So, in my opinion, if you do something writer-oriented every day, whether it’s brainstorming, note-jotting, or planning/strategizing, that still counts, and is getting you a little closer to your goal. And that is dandy.

2) Having said that, don’t forget that you need to be committed. Maybe some days all you can afford to do is think about writing. And that’s totally fine. But the days you can manage to sit down and actually write, I urge you to. Having a full-time job doesn’t give me a lot of free time, so whenever I see the opportunity to write, even if it’s a couple sentences, I seize that opportunity so hard. Writing, as much as it is a passion for us, it needs to also be taken seriously. Treat it like a second job. Show it that you are committed to making it a priority. Let it know that you are serious about it. Writing has feelings too, you know! So, when you are planning your week, look ahead and see when you can squeeze in writing. Maybe cut down on the video games (haha, yeah ok), or cancel that Girl’s Night Out that you didn’t really want to go to anyways. Maybe get up a bit earlier than normal, or go to bed a bit later, in order to jot down an extra couple hundred words. Any little bit helps. Do whatever it takes to get from point A to point B.

3) Visualize your manuscript in all its finished glory. Now, I’m going to tell you right now that this tip doesn’t work for me, because when I think ahead, all my mind is doing is, “OH GOD THE EDITING, THE BETAS, THE DRAFTS, THE MARKETING, THE PUBLISHING OH GODDDDDD”. Sooooo, there’s that. But for those people that are highly visual, then this tip is wonderful! Think about your manuscript all polished and pristine, that beautiful, sharp looking cover, and your name on the front of your novel baby. You, my friend, are officially an author, and your novel is ready for the public! You are so much closer to your goal of having writing be your main career now! Can you just envision it? Isn’t it wonderful? Great, now get writing.

4) Don't wait for the muse to strike. if you do that, you'll be lucky if your manuscript is done in like, 7 years. Seriously, I’m speaking from experience here. I get it…it’s hard when your brain is begging to do literally anything but write. But if you give in to your brain’s pleas every single time, you will never get anything done. You need to push through. “But my work will be shit if I just push through!” Yeah, it might be. But that’s what editing is for. “But this is haaaaarrrdddd!” Uh, yeah, it is. Who said it was easy? I’d like to have a word with them.

5) Start early. Start marketing even if your manuscript isn't done (see example: meeeee). Get into the writing community and make friends that are in the same boat as you. Let's face it...as supportive and loving as some people are, if they aren't going through the same shit as you, it's hard for them to truly understand what you are going through. "Well, why don't you just write it like this? It’s really not that hard!" Or, "Why don't you just wait for inspiration to strike?" I LITERALLY DON'T HAVE TIME TO SIT AND WAIT AROUND, DEBBIE, GAWD. But on a more serious note, finding people in the same situation as you builds community and fellowship, which helps motivate and encourage. Since I’ve joined several platforms in an attempt to become more public with my writing journey, I’ve come across many people with similar situations. It’s so nice to know I’m not alone in this. I have no idea what I’m doing, and it’s a relief to know that tons of others don’t know either! Let’s be clueless together!

6) Now, on that note, make sure you aren’t distracted. For me, this is easier said than done. I get distracted a lot. A LOT. Like, squirrel much? I literally stopped writing this blog several times to do something else (my relationship with YouTube is an unhealthy one). But that’s where time limits come in. Time limits are your friend. Set down a chunk of time with ZERO distractions. No TV, no Facebook, no Instragram, no Twitter, no YouTube (unless that’s the source for your music, then by all means). Just you and your manuscript. For that chunk of time, show your manuscript that you mean business. If you are easily distracted like me, these time limits are generally smaller…like 30 minutes to an hour. Some people can go longer. When my time is up, I take a small break. I try to get up and stretch, see what my cat is up to, maybe grab some water or a snack. Get the body moving, get the blood flowing. My breaks can range from 5-15 minutes. But then it’s back to writing, and back to no distractions.

7) Make goals and reward yourself for achieving them. They can be small goals, like hitting a word count, or finishing a scene or chapter. It could also be on a larger scale, such as setting up a deadline to finish your first draft. Whatever it is to keep you trucking along, make sure they are obtainable to you (trust me, it’s pretty soul-crushing when you set a goal that you know in your heart of hearts that you can’t reach but you try anyways and crash and burn horribly). But when you reach those goals, hooray! Reward yourself, you deserve it! Maybe take a break and play video games, watch a movie you’ve been wanting to see, treat yourself to a nice dinner, or get a facial. I personally like candy. Those fat Twizzlers get me every single time.

8) Always push yourself to do better/challenge yourself. If you were able to write 500 words yesterday, maybe shoot for 1000 today. I tend to not focus on word counts, because honest to god, the moment I hit one, I am done for the day, even if I’m in the middle of a scene that I’d been dying to finish. My general challenge is to finish the scene I’m working on. Some days, this is incredibly easy. Some days, this is really fucking hard. I once didn’t get to go to sleep till 4AM because it took me that long to finish a single scene. But I did it, and man, it felt so freaking good. Waking up at 8AM, however, did not.

9) Be accountable to yourself. It is up to you and you alone to get shit done. Yes, you might have amazing support systems in place, as well as friends and family cheering you on, but at the end of it all, when it’s 2AM and everyone’s gone to bed, and it’s just you and your computer (or notepad), who is in charge of getting those words out? You. So when you don’t meet that goal, or more or less pull a Scarlette and get distracted into oblivion, it is your own damn fault. It’s ok to make mistakes and not meet goals. It’s ok to get distracted, just don’t make it a habit to blame others. If you transfer blame to something or someone else, you’ll never learn from your mistakes. You are responsible for you.

And that’s it!

I hope these tips come in handy. Whether you are struggling to find motivation, or you just need a bit of encouragement, or someone to tell you that you’re not alone in living the double life, then this blog is right up your alley.

If not, well, then…hah, sucker, you read the entire thing anyways!

Until next time, happy writing!

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Chapter Six - Playing the Hard Game

Trick’ mother pulled him away from the computer screen and slapped him, saying, “Son, get a grip on yourself! If you want to get Naomi out, then actually think of a way and don’t scream at the computer! Think!”

Trick huffed and fumed, but he knew his mother was right. It took him some moments to calm down, during which Kyle and Tiffany sat down at the keyboard.

“Woah there now! We might know what will happen if we press any keys,” Agent Miles warned.

“But look, they aren’t moving,” Kyle pointed out.

“They might not be moving from shock,” Mr. Jackson said weakly. “What is going on here?”

“I am not sure,” Conturbatio said, striding up to the kids. “You say that this a computer game, right?” If so, then we might just have to play to get them out.”

Kyle got closer up to the screen and observed a little before saying, “This looks like the very first Legend of Zelda game, and if I’m not much mistaken, this should be world seven. I think I should get them a fairy.” He quickly checked their inventories. “Crap, there’s nothing for them to use! I have to avoid all enemies or they are going to get killed! This is going to be hard!”

“You can do it son! Do it for Brandon,” Kyle’s mother said, almost sobbing.

Actually, him we can leave, Trick thought with great annoyance and anger.

Kyle started punching in keys, but only one person started moving. It was Brandon. There was a little bubble, indicating that he was saying something, but they couldn’t read it. Naomi followed after him.

“I wonder if they really are pixelated in that world, or if it looks real to them,” Conturbatio mused out loud.

Agents Miles punched him hard in the arm.

Moblins! Moblins everywhere!

Naomi wasn’t sure if she was now living every nerd’s favorite fantasy, or the world’s worst meme. It didn’t matter at the moment, because pixelated monsters were throwing 8 bit spears at her and Brandon. Brandon kept screaming that he wasn’t able to move of his own volition. Now if only he couldn’t speak unless he was told to…

She kept looking around for her pointy eared savior, the all around good guy, Link of Hyrule. However, Link was very much MIA at the moment. Naomi was happy that at least she could easily dodge the spears by ducking. They only got thrown at chest level anyway. This 8 bit world had all the restrictions for its characters that one could expect. At least she wasn’t stuck in the original Doom game.

Being sucked through a computer screen had been momentarily traumatizing, but then realizing she was in Legend of Zelda, she quickly got over that. Until Brandon started getting dragged around that was. The guy looked helpless, get dragged by some overlord this way and that, precariously avoiding enemies. She quickly guessed that the people back on earth were controlling him via the keyboard. She was thankful it wasn’t her was was being taken for a test drive.

She wished at first that it had been Breath of the Wild or Windwaker that she had gotten sucked into. But then again, the enemies in those games were definitely less forgiving, so she guessed she should count her lucky stars. Not that getting sucked into a video game unprepared was lucky! Her thoughts brought her to the multitudinous shows, books, and movies that existed on the premise of getting stuck in a game. If she was lucky, this was going to be like Log Horizon, and not something that Grimgar of Fantasy and Ash or Sword Art Online; if she died, she would come back to life painlessly, and not suffer a terrible death. For crying out loud! Her life wasn’t edgy enough for this! Well, she supposed if she were living Re: Zero she would at least come back….

Best not to dwell on it.

She dodged another spear, and wondered what would happen if she tried catching one out of the air. She couldn’t see a health bar, and decided it was best not to tempt the fates. Crap, now she knew, if only this were Tron! She knew she would totally own this! Plus, it was one of her favorite concepts for a real life to video game story. Though she hoped that living through this didn’t mean she would be recruited by aliens to fight in some galactic war. Wow! She really was a nerd!

Whoever was controlling the wailing Brandon, who by now was screaming for mom and admitting to every sin he’d ever committed, led her to the lake where a fairy could be found. Naomi breathed a sigh of relief. A fairy could really come in handy.

The fairy rose from the water. The surface of the lake rippled softly and the fairy gave a pixelated smile to both of them.

“Welcome travelers. It is dangerous to go alone. Take this,” she spoke in a beautiful and melodious voice.

A sword also rose from the depths of the lake, except this sword wasn’t pixelated. Naomi could’ve sworn that she saw some golden writing on it. The fairy shot the sword towards Brandon with a wave of her hand. Naomi jumped out and grabbed it by the hilt in midair.

She could have sworn that she heard a voice from somewhere else boom something about how cool that was. If it hadn’t been her imagination, and was a real voice, it was drowned out by Brandon’s complaint.

“If I’m going to get dragged all over the place, at least let me have the sword! I can put it to good use!”

“Shut up for once, will you. Gawd, this is why you are still woefully single, you realize that right!? Well, that and you, um, potatoness.”

“Wait! What was that again?”

“Nothing,” Naomi said airily.

Brandon continued to whine as she read the words on the sword’s blade. And there it was! Whoso pulleth this sword of this stone and anvil is rightwise king born of all England. The famous words engraved in gold, clear as day. Naomi smiled and shrugged.

I guess that makes me Queen of England. Set aside Elizabeth! There is a new queen in town, and about damn time, too. Gannon, step aside, because you’re gonna get your butt handed to you by a teenage girl!

She then stopped and wondered if this Excalibur had all the cool powers that other versions of Excalibur had. Well, there would be only way to find for certain. She charged out of the clearing as Brandon now begged the fairy for something of his own.

“Do you think that I’m going to give something powerful to someone who can’t even take hold of what is rightfully his,” the fairy scoffed.

“She caught me off guard! My actions aren’t my own! Please give me another chance! At least let me move around on my own!”

The fairy just laughed at him and then threw something that Naomi didn’t really see, before she rounded the corner. There was the Moblin, and she cleaved it in two, its body disintegrating into bits. Hey, it even dropped a ruppe! Naomi bent and picked it up and in doing so narrowly avoided a spear to the chest. She rolled to the side and breathed hard as she the Moblin who had done it. Brandon glided over in a resigned fashion.

“Well, I have a rock now, so that’s a thing… How about we trade Naomi!”

“Not on your life,” She called to him as she charged the second Moblin and carved him up. “Just sit back and be the damsel in distress!”

Trick was jumping up and down, nearly knocking Kyle aside as Naomi soared across the screen, killing monsters.

“Come on Naomi, don’t be an idiot! Play it safe!”

“I thought you got the Master Sword elsewhere,” Agent Miles said to Conturbatio, who merely shrugged.

“I have never played these games,” he admitted. “Never had the time, or the drive, honestly.”

“Your loss,” Tiffany blurted out to him.

“Kyle, be careful with your brother,” Mrs. Jackson scolded.

“I’m trying! If someone will get this guy off of me! And I only have a rock to work with! A rock!”

Agent Brown pulled her son away again and then said to Miles and Conturbatio, “I don’t think that sword is part of the game. Naomi and Brandon look like 8 bit versions of themselves, but not the sword. It looks better animated.”

“You’re right Susan,” Conturbatio breathed. He was going full Sphinx now, seeing all these weird things happening. “I wonder if that sword is causing this, or if it part of the plan of whoever is behind all of this?”

There came a tapping at the window, and everyone jumped. Mr. Jackson whirled around and saw the mailman at the glass. He waved at them, but looked disturbed for some reason. Mr Jackson opened the window and asked gruffly what the man wanted.

“I’m very sorry to bug you sir, but as I was putting in your mail just now, the mailbox started shaking and the flag went up. I had this really bad feeling come over me and everything, but I wanted to make sure everything was okay, so I checked inside the box. Your real mail was missing and there was this note inside.”

Mr. Jackson took the dirty paper with a strange, broken wax seal on it. Conturbatio went to examine it with him, but Trick just passed it off as more weirdness around the house. He tried to pull closer to the computer screen, where Naomi was kicking some major butt. His mother then yanked him back. Conturbatio then coughed slightly and shoved the paper into Trick's hands.

“What do you make of this,” he asked.

“I don’t know wha-” Trick began, and then he saw what was written.

The note was written in messy and large handwriting. The message seemed really dumb at first, but then Trick saw what made this particularly strange.

Mr. Jackson has no intention of subscribing to National Geographic. Also, he knows that those bills are two months overdue. Please, send out to me some of the people inside. We need to talk.

“How about you and I go and chat with the mailbox,” Conturbatio suggested. “And then maybe Kyle can lead his brother out of certain doom. Don’t worry about Naomi. She is holding her own pretty well.”

Trick felt torn at first, but then sighed as he agreed to go along.

“Just don’t tell her I skipped out again. She might murder me for leaving her along again with that potato.”

#My writing #mysteries of the q files #legend of zelda #stuck in a video game #potatoes #the x files #excalibur

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