#i swear to god when the activity is something i have no internal reward for it takes 1-2 hours for that decline to start. and my brain -

[hotsugarbyglassanimals]

it's probably the sunnier weather that's doing stuff to my brain to make me more optimistic but it's so interesting having a brain that craves a lot of self-fulfillment to the point where I can move past some hang-ups around perfection by going "oh I really wanna do that though" and then I do it well because researching how to do it right is also a rewarding part of the process

[mercy-burning]

Again And Again

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Companion to Out Of Commission and Make It Even (but can be read separately) / Reader and Spencer are frustrated at the constant injuries they acquire on the job. Category: SMUT (18+) Warnings: Language, smut (oral sex - both receiving, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, light degradation, praise, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, very brief mention of somnophilia at the end) Word Count: 3.1k

Full Request: “hey !! i love you writing and was wondering if you can make a part 3 to out of commission and make it even where reader and spencer reid have sex” — @deepestcloudvoidhound 

***EDITED: 7/25/2021***

MASTERLIST | 1K MASTERLIST

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"I swear to God, if this happens one more time I'm quitting," she breathed against his mouth, her hands frantically working to push off his jacket.

They hadn't even made it all the way through the door.

Spencer closed it with his foot and almost lost his balance as she yanked the jacket off his shoulders, threw it to the ground, and shoved him against the apartment door. And though in the back of his mind he worried that she might be a little too vigorous in her determination for long-awaited sex, he couldn't deny that it'd been nagging him as well.

It was a long four months.

It wasn't long after Y/N had fully healed from her stomach injury, two weeks to be exact, that Spencer hurt his knee again, after an unfortunate fall down some stairs no thanks to a sneaky unsub. Unsurprisingly, that took extra long to heal because of his previous leg injury, so that put him out of commission for almost a month. And then, after one night of fully-healed, very intense and hot sex, they were called away on another case, and sure enough, Y/N came out of it with another injury. It was a broken ankle, so nothing too serious, but still enough to warrant jokes from everyone about how accident-prone the lovebirds were.

And by the time both of them were finally ready to start having sex again, Y/N was in the hospital because of internal bleeding caused by her previous stomach wounds.

It was exhausting.

And that was putting it lightly.

Over the course of the last month, Y/N was so anxious to get back to occasionally jumping her boyfriend's bones, though said boyfriend and her doctor both laid strict orders to give it a good solid month and a half to two (or maybe even three, just to be safe) months before trying any sort of sexual activity. It made her cranky, made her co-workers greatly amused, and made Spencer a little sad, though he'd be lying if he said he wasn't frustrated as well.

Which is why, as she pushed against him, littering his neck with kisses and bites and hiked her knee up to settle between his legs, rather than suggesting they take it easy, he indulged her and rocked his hips against it, using his hands to clutch at her shoulders as warmth flooded his insides.

"I want you so fucking bad," she growled in his ear, reaching up to nibble on the top of it, which in turn caused her leg to press harder into his crotch. He shuddered against her as she continued speaking—low, slow, and hot against the side of his face. "But knowing our shitty luck, this will probably be one of the last times for months we'll be able to have sex, and I want this to last."

She rolled her body further into his, letting out a small whine in desperation, and it all but drove him up the wall. His hips ground down into her leg and his hands slid down her body to grip her ass, needing more than anything to be close to her.

"Please," he choked out, fluttering his eyes at the way she hummed against his neck. "Baby, please..."

"Mmm, I love it when you beg," she whined, right before her mouth sloppily slid across his neck, up his jawline, and over his lips. Their tongues pushed together instantly, sparks flying and hands roaming just about everywhere they could, until Y/N decided she'd done enough waiting.

"Take your pants off," she hummed, and he wasted no time with a verbal response.

As soon as his hands flew to undo his belt, she dropped to her knees and waited patiently, feeling herself grow wetter at just the sound of the belt rattling. She sat there and squirmed, until finally he was hooking his fingers through the waistband of the fabric, and as soon as he moved, she reached up and yanked them down, looking up at him with large eyes and a wicked smile.

The sight drove him wild, though the feeling only grew when she stuck out her tongue and licked his dick slowly from base to tip. When she got there, her lips wrapped softly around the tip and sucked ever so gently, before she swiped her tongue back down and repeated the whole process.

Spencer's head thunked against the door as he let out a sigh. "Y/N..." He wasn't even really sure how he intended to say her name. It felt like he was begging for her to do more, but he was also just so fucking relieved to have here here with him right now, feeling her desperation in every little kiss and warm, wet stroke of her tongue...

He whined a little when she pulled away, but was rewarded with the sweet sound of her laugh and her hand wrapping firmly around his dick, now slick with her saliva. Her hand glided swiftly along it, her eyes looking up at him through her eyelashes. And again, the sight drove him absolutely wild.

"Tell me what you want, baby," she whispered, moving her hand faster. "I'll do anything. Anything for you..."

"Just c—come here."

She stood up, keeping her hand attached to his dick as she stood on her tip-toes and kissed him. Their mouths moved together in frenzied harmony, and while she continued jerking him off, he slipped his hands under her shirt and cupped her breasts over her bra. She moaned gently into his mouth and was able to get out a hurried, "Bedroom."

They stumbled there, losing layers along the way until Y/N was just in her bra and panties and Spencer was wearing only his socks and his shirt, unbuttoned and hanging from his shoulders.

"Sit down," he told her softly, kneeling in front of the bed with a gleam in his eyes that mirrored the wickedness Y/N had possessed just moments earlier.

She smiled and obliged, perching herself on the edge of the bed and leaning back on her hands. It wasn't long before he was practically ripping her panties off and tossing them aside like they were a mere obstacle. And a split second later, his mouth was on her.

Her eyes fluttered closed as he wasted no time with pleasantries, quite literally digging in and burying his face into her pussy. He plunged his tongue as far inside of her as he could go, swirling it around as his nose brushed up against her clit. And he kept at that until she felt his finger slide into the mix, replacing his tongue as his lips pressed sloppy kisses to the inside of her thighs.

When his tongue found its way to her clit, flicking over it in tandem with the long, languid motions of his fingers, she moaned out his name rather obscenely.

This only gave him the confidence to take it a step further, curling his fingers just right to hit that sweet spot. Over and over again he hit it, causing her to yell out and grip the comforter as tightly as she could with one hand, the other doing the same to his hair. "Ohh, I'm gonna... fuck!"

Since his mouth was a bit occupied, he hummed against her in response, slightly rocking his head from side to side to give her that extra push to bring her over the edge.

Sure enough, right then she clenched around his fingers and he felt her body shudder against him. He drank up every second of it, savoring her taste and slowly finger-fucking her through each wave of pleasure until she was pulling his head away.

She almost came again at the way he looked in that moment. The lower half of his face was adorned in her arousal, and his tongue occasionally swiped out to get some off his lips. His hair was all mussed and out of place from the way she'd been tugging on it, meanwhile his eyes raked over her body in just about the most hungry way she'd ever seen from him. It was truly a sight to behold, one that she was sure she didn't need his memory to remember.

"Fuck, you're so good at that," Y/N sighed, gripping his hair again to pull him up. He got the message, climbing up and kissing her. The taste of herself transferring from his lips to hers made her groan into him. She brought her hands around to his neck and pulled them both backwards until he was straddling her hips, and impatient as ever, she lifted her lower half up to feel friction.

At her eagerness, Spencer laughed and held them down. "Not so fast, sweetheart. I set the pace this time."

She whined at his words, but nodded nonetheless. He grinned then, leaning down to press a kiss to her forehead, right before settling himself over her and taking his sweet time sliding in. And as torturous as it was feeling him very slowly fuck her, she focused on the way his shirt still hung open over his body. She loved him in any capacity of course, but there was just something about that one stupid piece of fabric hanging from his figure that somehow made this moment all the more sexy. Any other time, she would have figured it was the urgency of it all that made it as hot as it was, but with the way Spencer was moving slower than a turtle, that obviously wasn't the case this time.

But whatever it was, all she knew in this moment was that she was fucking turned on as hell, and squirming underneath him.

"Patience, pretty girl," he chastised, shifting onto his knees and holding her hips down. "I thought you wanted this to last?"

"I—I do," she gasped out as he took one slow thrust forward.

"Don't you want to feel every single inch of me as I get deep inside you, hmm?" At that sentiment, Y/N's breath caught in her throat as he finally buried his dick to the hilt inside of her. And that breath escaped as a series of little whimpers as he stayed there and ground his hips in slow circles, burning her from the inside out. She reached out and gripped the sides of his shirt that hung from his chest, grateful for the extra leverage as she steadied her breathing.

He pulled out slowly and then repeated the process, and it was the most excruciating pleasure she'd ever felt. But she desperately wanted more. "Please," she whined out, pulling his shirt and trying to lift her hips up. "Go faster, please, I need it baby, I need it faster..."

He laughed so quietly she wasn't sure she actually heard it, but after he spoke, she was sure he had. "Mmm, I love it when you beg..."

The mirroring of her words had never sounded so delicious on his lips, especially after he pulled out and then slammed into her again, harder, and then setting a steady pace that kept her satisfied. She cried out, twisting his shirt in her hands and looking down between their bodies to watch his hips smoothly cant forward into her each time.

He took notice of this, squeezing her hips slightly as he spoke. "You like watching me fuck into you, sweetheart?"

"Uh huh," she whined out, biting her lip and letting go of his shirt. She gripped his arms instead, pulling on them slightly before reaching back to unclasp her bra.

Once she got it off and tossed it to the side, Spencer did what she silently told him she wanted and leaned forward, gripping her breasts rather than her hips. He massaged them roughly as his hips continued their steady pace back and forth.

"Fuck, baby, you always fill me up so fucking good," she said lowly, gripping his forearms and admiring how the veins in his wrists and hands looked as they strained against his skin.

He rewarded her words with a harder, quicker pace that caused his hands to grip her breasts even tighter to give him leverage. She moaned out and threw her head back, loving the feeling of him just using her like this, a feeling she hadn't experienced in so long that it was like coming home.

He must have read her mind, because he paused then, stilling inside her and grinding his hips slowly again, to which she cried out. "You feel that?" he asked slowly, throwing a little more of his weight on top of her. "You feel how deep I am, pretty girl? I bet you missed that feeling, huh?"

"Ohh, fuck, yes," she breathed, struggling to keep her eyes open. But she did anyway, feeling her walls flutter around him as he gazed at her hungrily. And then she spoke again. "I know you missed it, too... Fucking me like the dirty little whore I am."

Spencer hummed lowly. "Is that what you want?"

"Mhm," she responded in kind through a whine.

He pulled out of her then, leaving her empty and already missing his warmth. "Then get on your knees."

Y/N quickly did as she was told, flipping over and even wiggling her ass in the air in anticipation, with the biggest smile on her face. But the second he lined himself up with her entrance, he leaned over and pressed her shoulders down. "Face down..."

She didn't dare tell him otherwise. Actually, the fire that lit within her at his words was enough to keep her compliant anyway.

So when he took one sharp thrust forward and held himself inside of her, she sighed, clutching the blankets and wiggling her ass again.

"You want it so bad, you move," Spencer demanded, landing a firm smack to her left ass cheek.

The guttural moan that ripped through her was nothing short of pornographic as she set a quick pace rocking back and forth onto his dick. He slapped her other ass cheek after a few moments, and it elicited a pretty little yelp that had him practically throbbing with want inside of her. He repeated it a few times, watching her ass gradually grow redder with every smack, and the string of sounds and curses that came from Y/N's mouth started to sound more like tired cries.

"You gonna come again for me, sweetheart?"

"Mhm," she whined out desperately, clenching herself around him.

"Let me hep you, baby." With that, he gripped her hips and helped her move them back, thrusting his own forward to meet her halfway and making her cry out. "Go ahead, rub your clit for me. That's it, good girl... Mmm..."

She shook around him and cried out, clutching the pillow in front of her with one hand while the other worked her clit through her orgasm.

Spencer held her hips steady as he continued pumping in and out of her at a quick pace, not letting up even after she finished. "I'm almost there, sweetheart. Think you can take it a little longer?" She whined out incoherently, but he ran one of his hands gently over the curve of her ass. "I know you can, you're always such a good girl for me. You take my cock so well..."

His words made her clench around him again, and she held onto the blankets for dear life, moaning out at the sharpness of each of his strokes. She was most definitely overstimulated and sensitive, but it only made his twitching inside of her all the better.

He held himself inside of her as he came, whispering sweet praises and bending over her backside to press little kisses to her shoulders and stroke the hair from her face. This new angle sparked another little aftershock of her orgasm, the feeling of his warm cum spilling over as he gently fucked it into her being the thing that took her over the edge a third time.

Once they both settled down, her grip on the blankets nothing but a memory and his slow, gentle thrusts coming to a stop, Spencer grazed his hand over her cheek and down her neck.

"I'm gonna get up now, okay?" he said sweetly. "Just so you can straighten your legs out."

"Mhm," she answered, slowly groaning as he pulled out of her and helped her move her knees out from underneath her. She laid flat on her stomach, the feeling of his cum spilling out a worry for another time. If anything, it made her smile, as it stood a reminder of the sex she'd been craving for months.

Still, Spencer grabbed some wipes from the bedside table drawer and cleaned her up, throwing them away before he made his way back to bed and snuggled up beside her. He laid on his side as he faced her, and his hand came up to brush the side of her face again.

"You okay? Not feeling any pain? You don't need a hospital visit?"

Y/N rolled her eyes affectionately with a smile. Her hands were crossed and under her chin. "No, thank God. Though, even if I was hurt, I wouldn't tell you, because that sex was so worth it."

He laughed with her, though it was obvious he was still a little worried. "Well... I'm glad you're okay. But maybe we should take it easy for a week or two now, just to be safe."

"Absolutely fucking not. You know why?"

He opened his mouth, though whether to answer or retort, she wasn't sure, because she interrupted before he could get a word in. "Because we have a lot of catching up to do. So if we don't go at it again before we fall asleep tonight, I expect to see you bright and early when we wake up, with your head between my legs."

"Okay, silly girl," he agreed finally, with a laugh and light squeeze of her shoulder.

They laid in silence for a minute or two, just enjoying each others' company before Y/N spoke up again. "I'm really okay... I don't want you to think I'm just saying that to get you to have sex with me, I... I really mean that, because I know how much you care about me. And I love you for that, you know."

Spencer smiled and scooted closer to her, wrapping his arm around her back and pressing his forehead to her temple.

"I know. And I love you, too."

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[mrs-takami-keigo]

Pancakes

HawksxFem!Reader

 Story Rating: Explicit! 18+

 Warnings: Lots of Foreplay, Food play, Explicit Language, Squirting

 Word count: 3.8k

 I haven’t written something like this since 2014 so please forgive me if it’s bad.

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 You watched the man that was sound asleep besides you on the king size bed, flat on his stomach hugging the pillow under his head. Vermilion wings sprawled out covering the both of you like a blanket, making sure you were warm and protected. Reaching out, your hand gently pushed the mess of dirty blonde locks that was blocking your view of his beautiful face, you couldn't understand just how lucky you had gotten with this man. He wasn’t just the number two hero to you, no he was so much more than that. He was a man that loved you unconditionally and whole heartedly, you were a woman with a lot of internal baggage, but he still was there. Even when he had to be away for a long period of time for a mission, he made sure you knew he would be there in a heartbeat if you needed him.

         "Staring at me is a nice but creepy way to wake up, love." You heard him mumble as his beautiful golden eyes opened to meet your own eyes. "Good morning beautiful. " his voice was gruff from sleep and the many activities from the night before. Sitting yourself up, you scooted to the end of the bed putting your feet on the cold hard wood floor, stretching your arms above your head before turning back to him smiling.

       "Good morning." he too sat up scooting behind you as he slowly he wrapped his arms around your torso, wings following suit covering the two of you in a cocoon, nuzzling his face into your neck before letting out a soft hum.

       The feeling of his bare chest through your thin over sized t-shirt, had you not only seeing but feeling the memories of last night rush to your mind. The way his hands felt wrapped around your thighs as his tongue was sliding over you overly wet, sensitive clit, his nails leaving marks in their wake. It was supposed to be a day of celebration for him since he was now the official number two hero, but it turned out he wanted to be the giver instead of the receiver.

      "Want breakfast?" You played with his fingers that rested on your stomach. His hands weren’t as large as his gloves made them seem, but they still knew how to torture that same spot inside of you that always sent your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

He groaned into your neck; you could feel the light stubble on his chin tickling you. "Can’t I just have you?" You felt his tongue peek out, gently gliding along the marks he made sure to leave on you neck.

      "No, you can't. You can't have what you had for desert for breakfast now can you Keigo?" Even though you didn’t want to you leaned away from his mouth looking at him over your shoulder. His face scrunched up into a pout making you shake your head. Who knew a grown man could be such a pouty baby?

      "You can when it's as sweet and delicious as you." The soft touch of his lips left on your cheek made you lean back into his touch. He was irresistible in moments like this, your body was still so sensitive to his touch. His hands were slowly traveling up your body, as they grazed past your breasts, he was sure to linger over the nipples feeling them come to life before continuing their trail. Finally reaching your neck, you leaned your head back resting it on his shoulder. His hand applied light pressure to your throat as his lips left soft kisses on the exposed part of your shoulder going up your neck. Hawks knew you; he knew exactly what made you a whimpering mess for him. Just before his other hand could make the move to tease your already semi-wet pussy, your stomach decided to join in on the unspoken conversation between you two.

        "Okay for real I'm gonna go make breakfast I'll be back. You can stay here it's still your celebration weekend after all." You wiggled your way out of his grasp, standing up. Fixing the giant t-shirt over your frame and putting on your soft blue fuzzy slippers, you walked out of the spacious bedroom to go make breakfast. Little did you know when you fixed your shirt Hawks had gotten a nice glimpse of your black lace clad butt peek through the bottom of the shirt. Hawks fell back on the bed with a smile on his lips.

         He couldn't deny that he was in love with this you, fuck you were his everything and more. When he was with you, he was happy like sincerely happy. Being him and the way, his was raised and trained, he never truly knew what real love was until you. Having you gave him something to live for something to fight for. It amazed him how you didn’t just see him for the bastard he sees himself as. You made him better, you made him feel like the man he had always wanted to be and if he lost you god if he lost you. Just the thought of you somehow getting hurt or worse leaving him alone in this world made his heart hurt, as if was being ripped from his chest.

    "Baby I need your help for a second!" He heard you call from the kitchen.

      Shaking his head of those thoughts; he pushed himself off the bed making his way towards you. "What's wrong?" He turned the corner and what he was met with was a you trying to reach for the pancake mix in the top cabinet. A smirk ghosted his lips as he watched you try to reach for the ingredient but failing.

 “Can you stop being a smart ass and help me please?” You stopped trying to reach for the mix knowing he was getting a kick out of you struggling.

 “Oh no little dove you had that one. Why don’t you just jump, I mean I’ll get a show out of it.”

 “Keigo I swear-“

 “Alright, alright I’ll get it, don’t get those pretty panties of yours in a bunch sweet cheeks.” Hawks gave your right butt cheek a firm squeeze with his left hand while his right reached for the mix.

 “Now was that so hard ass wipe.” You always called him that because Hawks was always some sort of ass; be it asshole, smartass, ass wipe if the word ass was in it Hawks picture went right along with it.

  "Where is my reward?"

  "Reward? For what?"

  "For getting that for you."

  Stopping what you were doing you turned to him only to see Hawks was dead serious. Arms folded over his chest; head cocked to the right with his eyebrows raised. He had that signature smirk plastered on his face all you wanted to do was smack it off.

 "Fine." you walked over to him and leaned up letting your lips touch his. God you loved those lips of his, they were soft and the scruff he had always sent a tingle to your core when you felt it graze your own chin. You pulled away from him and walked back to the counter to continue making the pancakes you were now determined to make.

        Hawks on the other hand wanted more of you, plus you did say it was his celebratory weekend. So, walking up behind you, he wrapped his arms around her letting his hands hang low on your stomach, his fingers brush against your core.

        "Keigo? What are you doing?" It was so hard trying to keep your composer with Hawks so close you. His prescience alone made you weak in the knees. You soon felt his natural sent encase around you making your once clear head cloud with the thought of how good his cock would feel in your mouth right now.

     "I told you I wanted you for breakfast and I was very serious about that." Hawks pressed his lips against your ear. His hot breath fanned against you, making her shudder.

    “Come on now, I gotta make these pancakes.” You wiggled your way out of his grasp, walking over to the fridge to get the milk.

       Hawks was getting frustrated, he wanted you, no correction he needed you. The winged man needed to hear your moans as he filled you, he needed to see the drool fall out of your mouth as he fucked you so hard you couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. Hawks watched as you bent down to reach in the refrigerator. That’s when he broke, your shirt had ridden up exposing your black lace panties that were so skimpy, all they did was show off his handy work he had left of your ass last night. He could still see his faint handprints, bite marks on those round butt cheeks of yours.

          “Babe you want Strawberries and whip cream with the pancakes, we have some left over.” You reached into the fridge pulling out a bowl of strawberries that was left last night along with the homemade whip cream you had made for him, before turning around looking at your beloved boyfriend. You froze in place, golden eyes had turned dark and his lower lip was being bitten by his teeth to the point of almost drawing blood. Hawks to the public eye was this charming, smart, super witty and cheerful hero; he was all of that, but then there were times where he let his predatory side out. You also knew that but right now he was the predator and you were his prey, with just that fact you were soaking wet, ready for him.

“Only 'Cakes' I want princess are yours.” As he said that he walked closer to you, with each step he took your heart rate sped up. He stopped right in front of you, Hawks let his eyes roam over your body. The t-shirt showed off your cleavage for him to see. Taking the back of his hand he ran it down your neck once again going over those bite marks made by him the night before, it looked as if he had claimed you, and he loved every bit of it.

      His strong arms wrapped around your waist as he glided his hands down to your exposed ass pushing your pelvis forward so that you were pressed flesh against his growing erection. Hawks reveled in the feeling of your body pressed against his. He could feel those breasts against his shirtless chest, making him grind his hips into yours once again but this time a little harder. He heard your breath hitch in your throat when you felt exactly how hard he was. You could feel his eyes on you as your own eyes closed, head tilted back and mouth slightly open. Taking his right-hand Hawks cupped your face in his hand letting his thumb rub against your lower lip.

       Opening your eyes, yours mirrored his, covered in lust and just carnal desire. Taking his hand in yours, you took the thumb that was caressing that bottom lip and gave it a little kiss. Never breaking eye contact you stuck your pink tongue out and gave it a small flick. All Hawks could do was watch in astonishment as his thumb was pulled into your warm mouth. You knew how Hawks liked having you go down on him sucking him off. So, you mimicked those exact movements, starting with just the tip of his thumb you gently sucked letting your tongue roll over tip. Opening your mouth letting that sinful muscle go down the length before wrapping the rest of your lips around the thumb.

     He sucked in a deep breath through his teeth when you let his thumb slid out of your mouth letting a little pop sound echo in the kitchen.

       “I'll ask again Keigo, would you like strawberries and whip cream with your pancake’s?” Your tone was a mix of demanding and sultry and the man in front of you loved every second of it.

      “Give it all to me princess.” He was finally able to voice out, now knowing precisely what she was thinking. To other people you wouldn’t seem to have that dominate feature to you but behind closed doors and with him you were his little minx. Smiling at the man who held your heart, you pushed him to the table instructing him to take a seat on the chair. Walking back towards the counter you picked up the bowl of strawberries and whip-cream, with those in hand you walked back to Hawks who was busy palming his own cock.

     “Your breakfast with whip-cream and strawberries is served.” You had climbed on top of him straddling his lap. Picking up a ripe red strawberry, you bit just the tip of it chewing the little piece that was in your mouth. While you rubbed the larger piece across your lips as if it were lipstick. Licking his lips Hawks watched as you took the strawberry and trailed it down the side of your neck, then across your chest right above your breasts. Dipping the piece of strawberry in the whip-cream, you nuzzled it in between your boobs with the steam down.

    You placed your forefinger under his chin and brought your lips close to his, “Bon appetite.” That was all he needed before he slammed his mouth against your strawberry coated ones. Swiping his tongue along your lips he cleaned up the left-over juices. Opening your mouth, you felt him dive his hot muscle in your mouth running over last inch of your skillful mouth. Breaking apart from you he didn't waste any time following the trail the strawberry left behind.  Tilting your neck to the side letting him have all the access he needed, he hummed against you as you let out a soft moan. You could feel his tongue reach your breasts, letting out a gasp as he nibbled the already sensitive area. Your hands found their way to that soft dirty blonde hair, with your arms pushing your breasts together letting the strawberry you placed there before becoming more prominent. You watched as his own tongue came out slow, giving a tentative lick to the whip-cream, golden orbs looking right back at you. Hawks took the rest of the strawberry in his mouth biting off the stem spitting it on the floor. You felt his hips move to grind against yours.

    “Mmm fuck babe.” You moaned outload while gripping his hair harder. He knew where all your pleasure spots were, but first he had to get rid of that pesky shirt. You felt him grab the hem of your shirt, you knew he wanted it off and so did you. Helping him you grabbed the shirt raising it over your head, throwing it to the floor. Hawks looked at the masterpiece he created on your skin. You felt his hands run up your back as you sat on his lap in just your lace underwear and he just drank in the sight of you.

   You stared right back at him, his hair still messy from his sleep and her pulling didn’t help not one bit. His plump lips were plumper then usual and his bare chest was moving up and down with a small glisten of sweat on it. You didn’t have to look at Hawks pelvic region to know he was rock hard; it’s been poking at you since this whole thing started. Smirking to yourself, you reached down your hand pulling at his waist band. Understanding what you wanted, Hawks lifted his hips to help pull his sweatpants down to rest on his thighs.

    “You had your breakfast, now it’s time for mine.” Taking your pointer finger and running it up and down his erect penis, watching as it twitched at your feather like touch. Nodding his head Hawks watched as you slid down his lap, so you were on your knees between his legs. Slowly you took his hard cock in your hand giving it a long lick on the underside of it before looking up at him. Hawks had his head lulled back with hands covering his eyes as he bit his lips.

 “Don’t close those eyes Keigo I want you to watch me.” Moving his hands, Hawks looked down at you. Taking that as your que to continue you put the tip of it in your mouth and soon all of it.

 The feeling of his hot cock in your mouth was a favorite past time of yours. Working your mouth around the organ changing between licking it and sucking it, you looked up. Hawks never stopped watching you, his mouth open with soft moans and words of praise coming out, his chest moving up and down at a fast rate. This is the sight you loved to see, it made you feel good that you could make him unravel and see him in his weak state. Relaxing your throat, you took a deep breath before going down as far as you could and hummed. That seemed to send him over the edge as he grabbed a fistful of your hair in both hands and began to fuck your mouth. The gagging sounds from the back of your throat made your own sex throb. Drool soon started to slide down your chin making its way down your neck. Hawks pulled your face away from his overly sensitive dick making you look up at him. You know you looked a mess but in his eyes you were beautiful. Your lips were red and swollen, that trail of drool glistened, and your eyes were watery, god did he love this. Before you knew it Hawks lifted her up and placed you back on his lap, but not without sliding your panties to the side.

    “Ride me.” His hands found their way back into your hair as he growled against those words against your lips. His breath was shallow and his grip on you was border line animalistic, but you loved every second of this.

Lifting yourself up, you lined his penis up with your own entrance and slowly sat down on it. Easing down on him, you could feel him stretch your walls. Finally, you felt him fill you up as you both let out a moan. You slowly started to rock your hips, letting his dick slid in and out of you in a slow steady pace. The feeling of your walls expanding and shrinking around him made you arch your back giving him full view of your breasts.

    “Fuck, you always feel so good.” He exclaimed as he leaned back in the kitchen chair taking his hips in his hands guiding your hips, letting his match with yours.

    He watched as your body moved, body bouncing on his dick, moans and the sounds of his name falling from your lips. He always loved the way your skin felt under his rough hands, it was soft under his touch, like silk.

     “Ugh fuck Keigo! I-I don't know if I can keep this up.” He heard you moan from above him. Wrapping his arms around your waist he picked you up and placed you on the table continuing the work for you. He took your hips back in his hands and thrusted back into her.

 “Oh, shit Keigo plea-please right there!” he had thrusted at the right angle hitting you spot making your back arch off the table.

      Hawks thrusted hard and deep; he knew last night was the love making so today he was just going to fuck you. With that thought in his head he sped up his pace. Hawks leaned down and stuck his tongue out licking your lips before he bit the bottom lip and tugged on it. Letting it slip between his teeth he licked a trail down your chest leading himself to your hardened nipple. Doing the same thing he did with your lip he bit at both your nipples. All he could hear from you was his name coming out louder and louder and that meant one this you were so close.

    “C'mon princess let them know who is fucking you so good that you can't even form words. Let them hear how much of a slut you are for me.” His voice was growl in your ear, you could feel that tight sensation happening in your lower stomach. His thrusting never decreased if anything they only got faster.

   “Keigo!”

   “Yes?” You were shocked he wasn't even out of breath. His voice was calm, unlike your own. You were a mess, sweat was starting to form on your forehead. Mouth wide open small moans coming out. You were trying to hold off, you wanted to finish with him, but he had other plans.

   “Please-”

   “Please what Princess? Use your words.” He was teasing you.

   “I'm- I'm gonna cum!” He chuckled at you and slide his hand between your bodies started to play with her clit.

   “Then cum. Don’t hold back my love.” He leaned his body over yours, his lips on your ear. “Cum for me.” The mix of his soft growl in your ear and the words he said you felt that tension in your lower stomach release. The moan that ripped out of you was something you never heard before.

 “That’s my girl.” Hawks could feel his own climax approaching, straightening himself back up he kept thrusting into you. Your pussy was sensitive right now and Hawks relentlessness made you feel that tension build up again but this time it was different.

 “Fuck, I’m going to cum again! Please don’t stop Keigo.” You could see the concentration on Hawks face, he was close. You mimicked his earlier actions, taking your hand you started to play with your clit.

 “Fuck!” Hawks let out one final moan before he came inside you. Slowing down his thrust Hawks watched as you continued to play with your clit, moving your hand out of the way, his left hand took over on your clit while his pointer and middle finger on his right hand slide inside you. The stimulation of his finger pressing on your clit while his fingers curled and moved so fast in you, you saw a flash of white and heard what sounded like water splashing. Hawks watched in astonishment, you had squirted all over him and on the floor for the first time.

 Catching your breath, you opened your eyes to see the man you loved smiling at you. “Didn’t know you had that in you princess.”

 “Neither did I, I’m sorry.” You pushed yourself to sit up on the table, a blush forming on your cheeks.

 “Don’t be sorry. That was the best breakfast I've ever had.” He leaned over you placing a deep loving kiss to your lips. Breaking apart, Hawks grabbed a kitchen towel, drying up the juices you spilled on him, yourself and on the floor. “Come here.” Gathering you up in his arms he carried you to the bathroom.

 “Let’s just take a bath hmm? I’m sure your body is sore.” Nodding you wrapped your arms around his neck resting your head on his shoulders.

 “I love you Keigo.”

 “I love you too princess.”

[kunderdogs]

VAV / Calling Them Daddy In Front Of The Members

So I might have had a little too much fun with this...It’s long lol to all my hispanics/latinas, don’t hate me for Ayno’s...oh god I feel like i need to go to church after this one. I’m not even gonna front, this was probably the most I’ve laughed doing a reaction.

I’m not a big fan of the daddy kink. I’m more a “papi”, “sir” but I can really see the appeal in it. Lord please forgive me for I have sinned...

St. Van: 

Geumhyuk is the perfect example of daddy, idc idc idc. But you hadn’t noticed the boys in the house when you bust in the front door, wine drunk after your friends had a girls night. You had been missing your incredibly handsome boyfriend and, instead of crashing at your friends house, you called a taxi to take your drunk ass home. On the way back home, you forgot the members were over to watch that new superhero movie.

“Daddy~! Daddy, where are you~!” You called, voice loud in the hallway and almost purring. “Your baby girl is home for some good dic- JESUS FUCK!”

There were seven wide eyes staring at you. In the darkness of the living room, you noticed that the members were either huddled under blankets or on the couch, a big bowl of popcorn on the ground. Ayno smirked and smacked his leader playfully.

“Ooooh, what is this?!” He teased, before the others quickly recovered and focused on a red-faced Geumhyuk, who looked absolutely mortified.

He would be so shook that you would say that in front of the members even if you didn’t remember they were around. Is sooooo embarrassed for them having found out one of his kinks. He doesn’t blame you though, it’s not your fault you’re drunk and horny. He takes the teasing very well because as soon as the boys had their fun, he gives you a dark look and in that authrotive deep voice he knows has you weak in the knees, he says, 

“Get in the room. I’ll deal with you in a second.” DADDY MODE ACTIVATED.

Ohhhh yeah, he’s going to punish you even if he’s not mad at all. If anything, he’s a bit smug about it but will hide that well just so he can justify spanking you. Is it really a punishment if you like though...

Baron:

It slips one night at dinner when the members were talking about kinks and the nastiest shit they’ve ever done. Chunghyeop was naturally shy, the opposite of you - who had no problem talking about the details of your sex life with your girlfriends. You kept your mouth shut to save him the embarrassment though as you figured he wouldn’t want his closest friends to know what y’all did in the bedroom. During that conversation, Jacob teases you two that you seem like the most vanilla couple ever but you just roll your eyes, one foot rubbing the side of Chunghyeop’s leg under the table.

An hour later, when the rest of the boys were distracted with cleaning or playing video games in the living room, you leaned over Baron’s shoulder as he sat on the couch to whisper, “Come to bed, daddy. It’s cold without you...”

There was a choking sound near the side of you and you saw Lou pounding his chest, water cup in hand as Ziu smirked at you before looking to his older member. “You guys are into that freaky shit?”

“What freaky shit?” Jacob was immediately interested and you two didn’t get to stop Heejun from spilling what you just said. 

Soon enough, they were whooping and hollering you two like a bunch of teenagers (save for Lou who was still semi-choking off to the side).

At first, Chunghyeop is so embarrassed. He’ll bite his lip, hide his blushing face in his hands or into your body so you’d shield him from all the teasing they were throwing at him. Feeling your reassuring hands rubbing his back to comfort him would make him realize that you two were both adults and having kinks were normal and healthy.

He would glare weakly at the giggling members and say something along the lines of, “At least I’m getting some. Don’t kink shame me.”

He was too cute to be taken seriously but they wouldn’t push him too far. For the next month, he would definitely have to endure them giving him kissy faces and calling him daddy.

Ace:

When he unlocked the door to your apartment, flicking the lights on to see the romantic set up of candles and rose petals scattered along the living room floor with a single chair in the very middle, he knew he should’ve called instead of texted you. The six boys behind him piled in then stopped immediately as they noticed the atmosphere. St. Van was saying something about how they should leave just as the sharp sound of stilettos echoed when you rounded the corner. “I’ve been waiting for you, Daddy. It’s been such a long t-”

Wooyoung bit his lip, eyes narrowing on you instantly. Yep, he really should’ve called you so that you would’ve gotten the memo that he was bringing the guys over to drink in celebration for their successful tour.

You were dressed very scantily in a crimson babydoll lingerie set, a matching silk robe slipping down your shoulders. Upon noticing more than one person at the door, you screamed a very loud “WHAT THE FUCK”, quickly scrambling to cover yourself with the robe before rushing back into the bedroom as fast as you could in those damn stripper heels. With the loud slam of the door behind you, you knew the damage was already done. 

There was such a tense silence that followed that Wooyoung did not know how to break it. All of them were wide-eyed at the place you had been standing previously.

It felt like an eternity passed before someone cleared their throat and Ace heard Baron say, “So...daddy, hm?”

It took about two seconds for him to push them all out of the apartment, and lock it loud enough to cause chuckles to be heard through the door.

Taking a deep breath to collect himself, Wooyoung quickly stripped of his shoes and the hoodie he had was discarded on the back of the couch before he stalked into the room you were in. Out of all the members, Wooyoung wouldn’t care if you said it in front of them on accident. A slip of the tongue is just that. However, he is very possessive and does not like sharing, even going so far as trying to monopolize your attention when you were with the group. So this incident would test him in ways he was not ready to be tested. You were punished for “ignoring” his texts but rewarded for planning such a sweet surprise for him.

Either way, the boys couldn’t look you in the eye for weeks after that but Wooyoung was ten times more cocky whenever you were around them all. His kink was exposed to the members but hey...he was the only one you called daddy so he didn’t mind them knowing that little bit of information.

Ayno:

Just before VAV went on tour, you had mentioned to Ayno that you wanted to try the daddy kink after hearing one of your friends say it was a huge turn on. He had blushed and stuttered so hard you felt bad for bringing it up. He reassured you that he would try it out but when you saw his cherry-red face, you dropped it all together. It wouldn’t be fun if he didn’t enjoy it as well.

Weeks went by and honestly, being as busy as he was, Yoonho totally forgot about it. That was, until they were on tour and you called him while all the guys were huddled in St. Van’s and Baron’s hotel room, all hovered over the large spread of food on the floor.

Unfortunately, you had chose the worst of times to call him that little nickname.

It was a long day for you, full of bullshit at your job only to come home to a cold home. You tried to distract yourself with a movie, only to find out there was an erotic sex scene in it. It was suddenly too damn hot and you had to get some kind of relief. However, after forty minutes of working yourself, nothing was working!! You reached for your phone - usually just hearing Yoonho’s deep voice was enough to send you in a frenzy so you hoped this would be enough. If you had known he was around all the guys there was no way in hell you would’ve called.

Casual conversation was going around the circle as they discussed their upcoming concert the next night when Ayno saw your smiling face light up his lockscreen. Not thinking anything of it, he answered the call, putting it on speaker so he could hear you over the music coming from Ace’s bluetooth.

“Hey baby, I-”

A moan cut him off, completely taken him for a fucking loop. “Daddy, I need you right now. I can’t - Fuck, I wish you were here and I wish these were your fingers on me instead of my own-”

He dropped the phone in his utter panic, fumbling for the damn thing while you continued your dirty spiel, unknowing of the bug-eyed members of his group that were gawking at their blonde rapper. It was so silent on their end that they could hear everything.

“Shit, daddy, I miss you,” you whined and he finally grabbed the phone only to scream internally when he realized it was locked. “Daddy, I’m so close- ah, I’m almost there - Yoonho oh god-!”

Finally, fina-fucking-lly, he managed to unlock the phone and promptly hang up on you. There was absolutely nothing he else he could’ve done in that moment. Not with how there were six pair of eyes burning holes in his head. The phone was now in front of him on the floor, his hands tightly wound together as they pressed against his lips and your picture flashed on the screen again.

He didn’t dare fucking answer it. Nope. He swallowed the saliva in his throat and felt like the room was way too small in that moment. Had his pants shrunk? He had to leave before they said something about this.

Too late. Ace, his water bottle frozen in mid air, recovered first and gave him a sly-smile. “Does our Ayno have a daddy kink?”

Pink-faced and panic rising, Yoonho nearly threw his hands up in defense. “Wha- No, no, not me! I’m not the one, I swear! It’s her! She had - she -” 

Seeing the shit-eating grins on their faces only grow, he did the only thing he thought of at the moment. He grabbed his phone and bolted back to his room to hide out. They did not let this go, oh no. The remainder of the tour, they spent almost all their down time to tease him and reveled in how red they could make their usually confident rapper. When he got home, he was still sulky about the whole thing, even if you apologized and promised not to call him that again. Yeah the members ruined it for him. But when you called him papi one day, he realized that’s the most arousing thing you ever called him.

Jacob: 

Anyone could’ve guessed that Jacob had a slight daddy kink. It was so subtle though. You two had been good to not share too much of your sex life - it was private after all but it just slipped out one night when you were staying over the dorm. Usually you’d say without thinking and this time was no different. It was a pet name to you, even if it made his blood boil in lust. You thought his kink was kind of cute, and also you liked how his tongue rolled when he called you babygirl.

So when you stood up from the couch as he and the rest of the maknae line played FIFA with a weird intensity, your tired brain didn’t think to censor yourself when you said, “Daddy, I’m tired. I’m going to head to bed.” 

With a kiss to his temple and one last squeeze to his muscled arm, you bid the others goodnight, oblivious to the looks thrown at your back.

The door closed behind you and chaos erupted in the living room as the others had too many questions for Jacob. He sat, rubbing the back of his neck while his teeth chewed his bottom lip. He would rather them not know about his kinks, but he knew you didn’t do it on purpose. You had been hella tired all day and it was a natural thing for you to say. He wasn’t upset with you, but it did arouse him just a bit to hear you say it in front of the others like that. Either way, he wouldn't really mind/didn't honestly care since it was an accident. He would let it go this time but if it happened again, you were in for punishment - and it would not be pleasant.

Later that night, when they were done poking fun at him and he was done entertaining their shit, he would wake you up with soft kisses, the exact opposite of his bruising grip parting your thighs. “Wake up, baby girl...Daddy needs some attention. Can you be a good girl for me?”

Lou:

Hosung’s voice was your favorite thing in the world. Being honest, it was the thing that attracted you to him in the first place. The way his voice could go deeper than it was normally, and made your insides turn to molten lava, heating the blood in your body made you crazy.

He didn’t even need to touch you to get you wet and it was soooo frustrating. Especially when he figured out his voice was your one true kryptonite. He used it to every advantage he could. In public when he knew there was no way you could avoid him leaning over to whisper dirty things in your ear, when you were driving, when you were miles away from him at work and just about every time he wanted you sexually frustrated.

Fed up with being teased so mercilessly, you did some experimenting to find out some dirt on him. It took a few history searches for you to find something. One day, when the members were finishing up practice for the night, you showed up to accompany Lou home.

He smiled and went over to greet you when you tippy-toed and kissed him sweetly. He pulled back after a minute, hands on your hips and a cocky smile.

“Can’t resist me for a minute, can you?” He teased, that damn voice of his thick like honey.

“I can never resist you, daddy,” you smiled innocently, tugging on his belt loops so you could feel his front on you once again. This was your first time calling him that title and you hoped your snooping was worth it.

His reaction was instant and just what you wanted - his dark pupils blown wide, narrowing on you like you were his prey and his fingers tightened their grip on your waist, yanking you into the hard surface of his chest. You two were too wrapped up in each other that you hadn’t notice the others make their way closer when you said with confidence, “Come home with me, daddy.”

The loud gagging caught your attention and you hid your face in Lou’s chest when you realized all six of them had bare witness to your dirty talk. Hosung smoothed down your hair before shrugging away their howling and banter, “What can I say? I’m daddy material.”

“Oh god, stop talking and take your nasty asses home.”

Ziu:

When you met Heejun, nothing in your mind told you that he would be into being called daddy. It did make sense when you thought about it though. He was the maknae, although he damn sure didn’t look it, and had no position of power or dominance in the group dynamic. It’s only logical that he’d want some kind of dominate role in the bedroom and you didn’t have a problem with calling him that. Not when he would push into the wall and devour you like a starved man whenever the nickname slipped by your lips.

So, after a particularly difficult day at work and not having any kind of sexual release in two months since your schedules were so busy, you were beyond needy. Rough sex against the wall sounded heavenly right now so when you strolled into your apartment, tossing your heels and purse, you didn’t take notice of two pair of shoes that were not your boyfriend’s.

“Daddy!” You whined loudly when you didn’t see him in the living room. Removing your sheer stockings, you let your back fall on the couch before kicking them off you with a huff. “Daddy, please, come here and fuck me! I need you, today was terrible. I need your mouth on me, ugh-”

Your lips clamped shut when you lifted your head up as you heard footsteps coming from the kitchen. However, Ziu was in the back behind St. Van and Baron, who had blushes on their faces before grabbing their things and nearly tripping over themselves as they bolted out of the house.

You didn’t get to feel mortified for your words because the heated glare on your figure directed to you made your eyes turn to Heejun. His jaw was clenched just how you like it, arms crossed over his solid chest and head cocked to the side.

“You’re naughty as soon as you get in the door, huh? Get your ass on the ground, on your knees. You need to learn some manners.” He growled, fingers making quick work of his belt and jeans.

Honestly, you had no qualms about this punishment. He knew just what you needed to relieve the stress of the day but afterwards, one glance at his phone had him groaning and smashing his face in a pillow. Not after quickly typing out a text. 

Asking him what was it, he just grunted and handed you the device. The messages were of the members group chat and they were blowing it up.

Is it true Heejun? Tell me this is a lie. It will ruin the pure image I have of Y/N - Lou

I heard it with my own ears even though I wish I didn’t - Baron

HEEEEJUNNNNN-IE YOU ARE A CHILDDDD STOP BEING SO KINKY - Ayno

My man! I’ve taught you well - Jacob

YA HORNY KIDS JFC LOL - Ayno

Dear God I need to wash my ears with soap - St. Van

I can’t believe it, our precious maknae is a man now! - Ace

We should celebrate - Jacob

Wtf is wrong with you lol - Lou

This is a historic day! Heejun-ie is probably laying the wood right now - Jacob

STOP OH GOD T-T - St. Van

The imagery in my head rn...smh - Baron

STOP THINKING ABOUT ME HAVING SEX - Me

Hmmm, you responded thirty minutes late - Ace

YeeeeAAAAaaaahhhhhHHHH what were you doing HUH YOUNG MAN? - Ayno

There’s no way Ziu is ever going to forget this. Not just cause the sex was fantastic either but because the members will not stop talking about how he was now a “man”. They clowned both of you though so he didn’t feel too bad since you were in this shit show with him.

[ilovereadingandilovebreathing]

Hi! Hope you're having a good day or night depending! For the strangers meeting thing, could you do one for Soul and Maka?

Thank you; you, too! Holy CRAP I haven’t written SoMa in a long time, but I have been binging Soul Eater again, so I’ll do my best. Sorry the formatting is funky; I did it on mobile, and I’ve already had one format fiasco, so....

Young Adult!AU

“I swear to god this cat is gonna be the death of me.” Soul “Eater” Evans grumbled haughtily as he pinned up his last Lost Cat poster and began the weary trek back to his apartment. His brother had begged him to take Blair in last year when his long-time girlfriend, who was painfully allergic to cats, decided the pair should live together before getting engaged. Having no other family to willingly pawn the creature off on, Wes had turned to his bachelor younger brother. Of course, he was the one with the crazy cat lady landlady; she’d even offered to catsit for him.

Honestly, though, as much as he begroaned the circumstances of Blair’s adoption, he’d grown to like, maybe even love, the frisky little black cat. Her hours were as odd as his (night shift jobs screw up a sleep schedule), so they often kept each other company. As long as he remembered to put out her food and water and clean her litter box, she was really a low maintenance cat. Well, unless she was starved for attention. Then she’d rub herself all over him until he acquiesced to stroking her until she fell asleep, usually on his stomach so he couldn’t escape. Or unless she decided to vanish for a week without a trace. A few days was normal for Blair; Soul often suspected she had another family somewhere, but this long was unusual. Hence the posters.

Soul shoved open his lopsided apartment door, a frown pulling at his lips when he realized he’d expected Blair to come bounding over to him; maybe he did love her after all. He sighed and dropped his keys on the small table next to the front door, immediately slipping out of his coat and shoes. He collapsed onto his aging couch, allowing his head to fall back and his eyes to fall closed just as a loud buzz buzz buzz from his back pocket startled him upward again. He pulled out his phone to find an unfamiliar number.

[+1 555-6969]

Hi, you put up wanted posters for a black cat?

[+1 555-7685]

Missing? Yeah.

[+1 555-6969]

Oh. Missing? NVM

“What the hell?”

Another message came through just as he was turning his phone off; another strange number.

[+1 555-6666]

When did you put those signs up?

[+1 555-7685]

Today

[+1 555-6666]

Oh, okay. Good. Your can’t wasn’t with me, but I can’t promise anything from the others in the area. Hopefully she isn’t used.

[+1 555-7685]

Fuck off, weirdo.

He blocked the number.

A few more ominous texts came in and one from his landlady expressing her wishes for Blair’s safe return. A few fellow searching pet owners asked him for leads on their pets, and he exchanged yeses and the same request. Just as he was going to throw his phone after another sick-headed black cat hater, a properly formatted message came through with a kinder message. Finally.

[+1 555-6252]

Hey, I saw your Lost Cat posters. I’m really sorry to hear you lost her. I’ll be keeping an eye out for her; I’m pretty active in the area.

[+1 555-7685]

Thank you I appreciate it

[+1 555-6562]

No problem! I have a cat, too. Crona.

A photo of a small, sweet-faced but timid-looking kitten came through; it’s big blue eyes and stark white fur made him gasp a bit.

[+1 555-7685]

Beautiful cat

I’m a little jealous seems to be the opposite of Blair haha

[+1 555-6252]

Thank you! I just got him. He’s really shy but a good cat. What do you mean? What’s Blair like?I know you said ��noisy asshole” on your poster, but…

[+1 555-7685]

Haha gets peoples attention

Pitch black fur

Big yellow eyes

Needy and bossy as hell

Nah really she’s pretty good for the most part

My brother dumped her on me

[+1 555-6525]

Crona has his moments, too, but she sounds like a handful! That’s no good, but it’s nice that you kept her! I hope you find her soon. I’m Maka, B. T. W.

[+1 555-7685]

Soul

[+1 555-6525]

That’s a cool name! Nice to meet you, Soul!

[+1 555-7685]

Maka’s pretty unique too

Back atcha

[+1 555-6525]

Like I said, I’ll be on the lookout, so let me know if there are any updates!

[+1 555-7685]

Will do.

Thanks

-

A few days passed with silence about Blair. And from Maka. Soul didn’t know why he cared about that second one. He usually got bored with texting people, especially girls who talked a lot and formatted their texts perfectly, but something about Maka was the right balance.He shook his head and focused back on his TV. He didn’t even know Maka; how could he daydream about her?

As if on cue, his phone buzzed, and he picked it up, finding himself disappointed that it wasn’t Maka’s number, but his eyes widened when he read the text.

[+1 555-7827]

Hey dude found your cat I think over near the market on Crescent Street she was bugging my girl for something to eat I think while she was waiting for me to get off work

A picture came through of a bright-blue haired young man with a wide grin and a sweet-looking lady with dark hair. The latter gently held Blair who looked up with wide eyes.

[+1 555-7685]

Yup that’s her

Where are you?

[+1 555-7827]

Outside the Limpin’ Imp Tavern on Crescent

[+1 555-7685]

Cool be there ASAP

Soul jogged out the front door and down the steps. “Found Blair, Miss Ortega!” Soul called as he eyed his landlady sitting in her front window.

“Wonderful! I’ll have a treat for her when you return!”

“Thanks!”

He continued jogging toward Crescent Street, thankfully not too far from his house. He slowed when he neared the tavern, easily spotting the couple who’d contacted him.

“Hey!” Soul waved as he approached, eying Blair curled up in the woman’s lap. “I’m Soul. You’ve got Blair.” He laughed and the woman giggled in reply.

“Yeah we do! Totally saved your cat for you, as any good citizens would!” The man erupted, laughing loudly if not unnecessarily.

“Yeah…”

“She’s very friendly.” The woman cut in. “I figured she was a local stray until I saw her collar and Blake saw your posters.”

“Yeah, maybe I should save some time and paper and get her a license with my number on it.” Soul rubbed the back of his neck.

“Not like she’s a dog or anything.” Blake cut in. “Cats are way smarter. Unlike this one. Or maybe she’s just more stubborn.”

“Blake.” The woman rolled her eyes. “I’m Tsubaki, by the way, since you introduced yourself. Here.” She took Blair into her arms and carefully stood. “We have to get going, but I’m so glad we found her.”

“Absolutely. Thank you both so much. Here’s the reward.” Soul handed a wad of bills to Blake and took Blair from Tsubaki.

“Thanks a bunch! We’re off to a great dinner!” Blake laughed loudly and threw his arm around Tsubaki’s shoulders, drawing her against him as they walked away and planting a firm kiss on her head.

“Bye, Soul! Bye, Blair!”

“Bye!” Soul chuckled as the couple made their way down the sidewalk, idly chatting about their evening plans. “Time to go home, Missy.” Soul chided the cat but ran his fingers over her back. “You’ve been gone for too long.”

Blair just sat comfortably in his hold and purred as Soul walked them both home.

-

The evening hours found Soul and Blair lounging on the sofa, Blair curled comfortably on Soul’s stomach as he scrolled idly through Netflix. The companionable quiet was shattered when Soul’s phone buzzed loudly against the glass coffee table top, and he grit his teeth. He needed to take those damn posters down. However, his annoyance simmered out when he registered the familiar number.

[+1 555-6525]

Hey, it’s Maka. Just checking in since it’s been a while. Any luck finding Blair?

Soul stretched back and snapped a shot of Blair sleeping on him.

[+1 555-7685]

Yup

Just got her back a little while ago

[+1 555-6525]

Aw awesome! So cute!!!

Maka sent an above shot of Crona snoozing on her chest, but Soul was fixated on the photographer. Big green eyes, a sweet smile, and smooth skin and hair made his heart flutter, and he swallowed.

[+1 555-7685]

Really cute

[+1 555-6525]

Ugh I know! He’s so peaceful when he sleeps. I love it so much.

[+1 555-7685]

Thanks for checking up on us

[+1 555-6525]

Yeah of course! I’m glad that she’s home! Maybe she and Crona will meet sometime, though he’s still not quite an outdoor cat yet.

[+1 555-7685]

We could arrange it

Soul smacked himself internally. A kitty play date? Really? What was he, a cat dad?!

[+1 555-6525]

True! It could help Crona develop confidence and social skills to meet in a controlled environment. Did you have anything in mind?

Shit. He didn’t really think she’d agree.

[+1 555-7685]

Uh not really

[+1 555-6525]

That’s okay! There’s this cool cat cafe that lets you bring your cat and keep it in a play area. We could try to rent a little space there or something!

This was becoming way more real and serious than Soul anticipated.

[+1 555-7685]

Sounds cool

Though we don’t really know each other

[+1 555-6525]

I promise I’m not a serial killer! Haha!

[+1 555-7685]

You’d meet some random guy? What if I’m a weirdo?

[+1 555-6525]

I’ll change my number. Easy.

[+1 555-6525]

But really it’ll be fine! I trust my instincts if not you. L.O.L.

[+1 555-7685]

Gee thanks lol

[+1 555-6525]

😉

So….Is next weekend okay?

[Soul & Blair]

Sure works for me

[Maka]

Great! See you two then!

Maka sent a snap of an awake Crona and herself making a thumbs up. Soul’s breath stuttered.

-

The weekend couldn’t come fast enough, but when it did, Soul found himself blindsided. Was he ready to meet Maka? They had only gone back and forth for a week, but the exchanges were multiple times daily, and he quickly found himself falling fast and hard for the girl in the photos and videos.

As he opened the door to the cat cafe, he gasped, ignoring Blair’s pitiful cries to be free of her cat carrier when he spotted Maka in the back corner. Her slender legs were folded over each other; her hair was pulled back into a neat messy bun (crazy how that worked somehow), and he could see her eyes quickly skimming over the pages in front of her. Smart and beautiful. He was done for.

“Hey…” He pulled up in front of her and pulled out the chair across from her.

She looked up and beamed, her eyes catching the dim glow of the Edison lights around them.

“Hey!” She closed her book and pointed to a low, plastic door. “The play area is over there. They have some toys in there, but I kept Crona with me until you guys got here.” She picked up Crona’s carrier from its guarded spot between her seat and the wall and led him to set their cats free.

Once they settled back in, Maka handed him a menu. “They have great coffee drinks here.”

“I drink mine black, so it doesn’t make a huge difference to me.”

“I could never. Why, if I may ask?”

“Lactose intolerance.”

“Ah.”

“This is so weird.”

“What?” Maka cocked a brow, a slight shadow of worry passing over her features.

“I dunno. It’s like we’re texting in real life now.”

“Texting is real. Just not in person.”

“You know what I mean.”

She giggled. “I do.”

That giggle confirmed it.

Soul would make sure their conversations were purely words and in person as often as possible.

“So, tell me about yourself. I wanna hear it all.”

Hope you liked it! Thanks for the prompt!

[francedpinazo]

THANK YOU 2018, NEXT!

Good bye 2018, Hello 2019!

Less than two hours before this year ends. I have to thank our good Lord for all the blessing he poured upon me, my family and my friends. He made me see life, he taught me lessons that I will store for life, he also showered me so much colourful confetti and felt them through my face. The victories and failures will totally be part of this year, ‘cause these are the sweetest. Thank God, I surpassed everything. This has been a busy year for me, I had to manage my time perfectly to meet every goal that I set. I’ve visited different places every month, I’ve witnessed different cultures, I’ve seen how beautiful this world is and gave myself time to recharge.

Basically we started the year right on January. Started to think of rewarding myself something that I dreamed of having when I was in high school on February. I rewarded myself a Fujifilm camera on March, also visited our relatives and had a quick side trip in Tagaytay City on the same month. April means summer, so we hopped on to Olongapo City to play in the biggest floating island in Asia (Inflatable Island PH) with my friends and I spent a day tour with my family in Vista Tala resort in Bataan too. It’s on my bucket list to visit a museum this year, luckily the National Museum of Natural history in Manila opened its doors publicly, I also had the chance to see the famous “Spoliarium” painting of Juan Luna, plus I tried Ice skating again at Mall of Asia. Let’s hop on to the 6th month, June. Summer never ends in this country, so a good friend and I took a long trip to San Juan, La Union which is 4+ hours away (by bus) from our place. We had an overnight stay catching good waves and sunset. That sums up a good half of the year. But stay this page cause I have to talk more of the travels I had ..

Moving on to the month of July, our relatives from the United States paid us a visit after 12 long years in America. We went on an island hopping in Coron, Palawan. I swear, it is one of beautiful places I’ve ever been. White sand beaches, preserved beautiful islands and infinite activities to do. It was my first time to snorkel, I was amazed how beautiful the life under the ocean is. We also had a quick jump off to Villa Escudero in Quezon Province in the same month.

August is my birth month, I turned 23.  My friends and I flew to Singapore. We finally saw the famous Merlion, Gardens by the bay and ofcourse the Marina bay sands hotel. We extremely went on the best  time of our lives and enjoyed most of the thrilling rides in Universal Studios. I swear (Battlestar galactica: Human vs Cylon and Mummy) were the best ones for me. It took my standards for theme parks really high. After Singapore, we travelled to Kuala Lumpur by bus on September. We’ve seen the current tallest twin towers (Petronas towers), Towers so silver really captivates eyes. We can’t get enough of it too.

From Local flight, to International flight, to another Local flight. This time, I left Luzon and I went to visit a huge province in Visayas. I went on a three day vacation last October in Cebu, mainly in South part. I challenged myself to try the famous Badian Canyoneering, Swim with the whale sharks in Oslob, visit the famous sand bar in Sumilon and go on City tour. I have to be proud of myself for surviving all the thrilling and sweat paving activities Cebu has given me. Indeed this province is historical truly rich in culture and tradition. Plus I’ve seen the famous Magellan’s cross and paid a visit in Sto. Nino de Cebu parish.

November took me to Tagaytay City (second time for this year) but this time it’s for a work related trip. I attended a three day seminar/training for Drug testing analyst to get a license and to allow me to perform drug test screening tests. *Hopefully I pass*. December is tiny whirlwind, I came back and forth to Manila to meet the goal I’ve wanted to meet, but unfortunately I didn’t meet the expectations. I’ve tasted salt water again in the last week of December and played again in the biggest floating island in Asia with my friends.

And that’s a whole year of travelling. Ah, I had so much travels and adventures. I couldn’t ask for more. I’m indeed thankful for this year. Truly grateful for all the experience that made me even stronger. I’m excited for what the next year will bring. For now, I have few plans to meet. But I’m praying that 2019 has so much in store for me. I pray that it’ll be life changing, I pray that it will take me to a whole new level.

As we open a new book, as we start to write down on the first pages of the three hundred sixty five leaves, may we treasure what has the previous years has taught us. May we embark new memories and challenge ourselves even more. May we empower ourselves, may we be enlightened to do better and may we embrace ourselves with positivity even more. Thou shall set the rocket to fly high and meet all the goals that we plan, all the dreams our hearts our dreaming and all the prayers that we speak. May the seed in us grow.

Let’s celebrate as we welcome a brand new year that will spark a light in guiding us. A year of light to the darkness go out of the way, a light to let the seed grow. I couldn’t wait for what 2019 has for me. May the stars align for me and may the heavens hear my prayers. To more travels, adventures, achievements, and learnings.

So where we up to next year? Do I see more passport stamp? Or Do I smell the ultimate American dream and start life abroad? Let’s see how the next year goes. “A goal without a plan is just a wish – Antoine de-Saint Exupery” I really hope and pray that the next time I’m writing down a year-ender post next year is I’m in the United States.

May all our dreams come true and may we achieve what our heart aspires. Let’s continue igniting the fire within us and never stop the fire burning! Swim deeper and fly higher! Keep soaring, Franced! Keep believing, ‘cause it takes time and courage for the cup to fill and be ready!

Thank you Lord for everything!

Thank you 2018, NEXT!

Happy New Year, Welcome 2019! Page 365/365

[testingcheats0n]

Tyrion III

At this point I'm realizing that there are no fillers in this book. Every chapter has lore, or hints to some future event or other, when I read this for the first time I didn't appreciate that which led me to miss interactions and other important moments. It's a shame and I have already been spoiled, but I hope I can catch something theorists haven't for more than a decade 🥴

We begin.

Tyrion eats crabs and pisses off Thorne who is a bitter old man that actively worsens the Night's Watch. All very on brand, but this time Tyrion is funny instead of vexing. Jeor might not be as good of a leader as I thought ngl.

The raven (and it is a raven confirmed, which means Bloodraven is possessing him and not the crow- it might be the way he spied on people when he was alive and Hand of the king) calls Jeor Mormont a fool. I think it's because he admitted he sent Ben after Royce moments before, and then more men after Ben. It would make sense, since Bloodraven would still care about the Watch (in a way) and has the experience as Lord Commander to back up his assessment. My personal theory is that the normal unpossessed crow repeats the last words of the last speaker, while the possed one by the three-eyed crow can pick whatever word to "speak" with the people around. Another possible theory is that a Child of the Forest is doing the possessing, and the third most "meh" one is that the sentience of the crow is actually the remains of some Child of the Forest since it's known that they leave remains of their essence within the animals.

Tyrion and Jeor speak, and the poor old man begs Tyrion for help. Tyrion, as always, is a condescending POS that laughs at Mormont internally and vocally. If I have to read "grumpkins and snarks" one more time, I swear I'll fly to the U.S.A and shit on Gyrm's porch.

We continue on with the lore. We're told that Tyrion has lived through 8 or 9 short winters, lasting up to 3 years, I haven't done the math but I've heard that Gyrm changed his mind later on since the timeline didn't fit. I thought it was a curious piece of information. Also Tyrion was born in the middle of a cold winter, which does sound ominous for him.

We know that most of the POV characters were born during the long summer, thus the frequent "summer child" meme. I wonder if the season a person was born in determines their character...

Also no one ever speaks of autumn- there are exactly 50 mentions in all the books and they almost always refer to food or weather and they almost always by Stark POV characters, shockingly. You can actually see a character's story arc and priorities with that. The first ever mention is by Ned, followed by a bunch from Bran, one or two by Sansa, then many by Arya and Jon, then Catelyn then Theon (more or less the same amount in the middle- as if by association)- some from Cressen and Stannis (because of the whole light vs darkness Melissandrei has going on), Cersei once to show how much she doesn't actually care and one mention by Jaime. I suppose it's symbolic- instead of worrying about the short autumn followed by a long winter the Lords and Ladies worry about petty wars and crowns. I bet there will be plenty dreams of spring in the future though.

Jeor mentions the fabled "long summers equal to long winters" which is... weird. It implies that the seasons are proportional to each other, if there are 3 years of summer there are 3 years of winter. We know that it varies cycle to cycle (which, in theory, could lead to a short summer and autumn and a long winter which could kill everyone) except for two specific cases.

The first case is the Long Winter. A long summer, a short autumn and a long winter.

The second case is the the only once mentioned Eternal Summer. A reward for good behavior, according to Tyrion. To me it sounds like a myth more than anything. Or what happens after the Long Night. I'm unsure

Next we have a juicy bit of information that actually leaves me baffled. Mormont dreamt of the Others.

Was that Bloodraven or the three-eyed crow? I honestly don't know. Iirc, Tree Man can only visit dreams via a tree avatar, but not cause them or manipulate them. The only way he might do that is supposing he is the three-eyed crow, but other than that... hm. Maybe the weirwoods give him that ability as well- but Papa Bear makes no mention of it, nor have we seen anything like it before (certainly from Bloodraven and not the crow, I mean)

Another clue is that the dream can be of the present, but also the future and the past. Uh...? We know that the weirwood can see future, present and past, while the crow seems focused on the present omnipotent view?

That leads to the next question. If the three-eyed crow only wants crippled little boys to prey on, why would he send a dream to Mormont? To warn, but from what we know, the bird doesn't care to save humanity. Even Bloodraven only watches and little else. Maybe, Mormont warged into a bear or something lmao, or maybe as an Old Gods believer he received a vision as a boon. We don't know and it's never mentioned again.

Then we have one final bit of info. We are told that the weriwoods are slowly making their way under the caves of the Wall, as if trying to get past it. See, on one hand trees can't grow on ice so down is better, but on the other, could this be proof that the wall wasn't meant for them? They can make their way just fine, and the tunnels ought to be protected with the same magic (also btw, little mention of the three-eyed crow to the north beyond the wall. Hmmmm 🤔). On the other it might be proof that it was indeed for them, in part. The walls kept them from growing south intentionally, the caves are a loophole and the men were there in part to keep chopping them off. For furniture more than timber bc the wood doesn't rot, but there is no weirwood furniture mentioned in any of the castles and Mormont says the woods were cut down for timber. They either kinda forgot to use the weirwoods for that, or there weren't any this close to the wall (or they didn't even do that to begin with)

Anything else might melt my brain. So goodnight, for now.

[meandmyechoes]

The more I think about my first romance novel, the more I find something odd.

[28th March 17:46]

I keep referring to it as a ‘favourable experience’, and there is no question the writing is what made me fall totally head over heels about quin tress, but I also just, can't?

I mean, yes. It's very passionate, dramatic, scenes and gestures I can only dream of. And it's all very bisexual and fantastical of me. But I also, don't really see it in that 'omg they totally belong together here are my sixty headcanons of them' sense?

I am very involved in the pairing, but also don't really, actively 'ship' it — like the way I have the ability to with Rhayme or Latts (since it's the same author that indoctrinated me to Captain Rhayme). I could imagine them being happily ever after and silly shenanigans and slow-burn. But the concept of a quin tress fairytale ending is so wild. I can only ask if this has to do with my personal view on relationships. Does this tie back to how I say the hottest thing a heterosexual couple can do is fuck (and the spiritual experience is emphasized with a same-sex partner)? - anyway, ace brain (probably) speaking.

I know the plot leaves little room for 'the future' and fed me well on all tropes possible. But, it just never occurred to me to put them in any other clichés or invent a missing scene.

Winding up, I don't think their relationship is 'weak', but it's very motivated by circumstances and once you take that out of them, you are a little bit lost. For example even during the illicit affairs month, I… can't really propose one date that does not seem tonally insensitive. (I can think of them being cloak dorks and Vos bringing her to ice-cream, that's it, after a long hard moment) Really, all I possibly want is that sweet, sweet angst and canon is already there so I have no complaint.

It's just… I don't really get why it has to be the two of them that fall for each other. I understand why they did, and I believe it— Perhaps it's much more a physical attraction thing that I don't really have personal experience with.

I don't know if quin tress classify as slow-burn because 10 chapters still seem a little quick in the grand scheme of things. (aside: I'm quite disappointed Ventress wasn't doing much in the last quarter of the book.) My point is, they do feel a little bit puppet to tropes, and while it's deliciously written, there's not much potential outside of canon. And that lack of inspiration makes me grimace a little.

[3rd April, 01:39]

I’ve scrolled through the dd tag and let the book sank a little. I am better articulated to talk about the sexist criticism now.

It's a romance story, and when I judge it by that (lower) standard, it ticks the boxes. However, it might be a weakness as well, due to the projectability of the heroes. And yes, the whole assassination is dumb. Yet, tcw has been consistently this dumb at us. The last two times when she's more rooted in the dark she failed, sent Savage and failed, so she's gonna do it again with Vos… after she put down her desire for revenge. right. ans surprise! Our "assassination" plan is to find Dooku and duel him directly. right…

I've read a review that says the romance takes away from the plot. However, the romance IS the plot. The book IS supposed to revolve around the two of them. I do agree them becoming begrudging allies then partners is a more unique approach, more rewarding as foils as well. but I guess a romance is easier for the convention to process ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

With the "Ventress lose agency in falling for Vos". Now, I can't dictate how each of us buy into their physical attraction and chemistry (or lack thereof), and there's no denial that a conscious human being is making that choice for the fictional character, I think the stance on this topic is really tinted by the above two factors, which are very different starting points.

I kept Katie. Lucas's foreword vividly in mind while reading. She said this is a story about people seizing chances to rebuild. That there's always a choice. Cliché as it is, I believe ~the power of love~. I believe there exists someone you're willing to sacrifice everything for, to overlook everything for, to forgive - to love them, warts and all. So, yes whether you think Ventress loses her agency to the romance, or if that's a conscious choice on her behalf, is swayed heavily by how much you buy that they are the one.

[10th April, 10:30]

So Mr. Partner has finished the book too. He didn't offer particular insights, but we discussed briefly the overall pace and bits of characterization. He did made me rolled with laughter describing Vos through a childish, tropey lens. Regarding the topic of this documentation - the quin tress relationship, I've been more or less really enjoying it as a guilty pleasure. I don't read romance novels at all, and this is tooth-rotting sweet angst. 

Yesterday I’ve been thinking a bit more about this. I do love this ship, I just don’t believe they’d be two people who find each other again and again in every life time, in every universe. That’s why, as magnificent as fireworks, it also won’t last.

It's very nostalgic to indulge in a heterosexual relationship, and pair it up with taylor swift songs. If I have a boyfriend as devoted as Vos, I'd fall one hundred percent. And if I'm faced with an bombshell like Ventress, I would not be able to have any agency I swear. Either way, in my headcanon, Ventress is happily away on adventures with Lassa :3

To explore this, it’s not entire impossible for quin tress to separate peacefully after this incident, but would that cheapen the build before? The entire motivation of dark!Quinlan hinges on his vision of their future. And say, Ventress did saved him and survived. How would he balance being a Jedi and his feelings - that’s publicly exposed to the Council? (sidenote: i really don’t like Ch. 27 where a bunch of old men are questioning their love life, but uhhh yes, I’m a sensible person!) For now, I’m seeing another Obitine situation. And honestly how bad that an outcome is. It’s not like Ventress died for her war crimes! The show gave her a full pardon! So Idk man. Why can’t she leaves him because she loves him and she exiled herself and they never see each other again WHY NOT FILONI WHY NOT.

Now I’m lamenting more what could’ve been with the two arcs. In Filoni’s original sketch, Aayla and Maul were involved. Man, that could’ve been the dream. I skipped to translating the last two chapters and all the way I was just fuming at how stupid it was. There are difficult technical terms but I really enjoy voicing the characters. But it just takes away bit of that formality and Shakespearean tragic factor having them talk in my native tongue???? haha

Prelude: [12th March 22:37]

since dark disciple heteronormatively gave Rhayme and Ventress boyfriends, I'm gonna go ahead and sign the charter that says "all sw characters are bi"

which got me thinking, I insist that Quinlan and Ventress must fuck (and I insist they did, with the implication from when Quinlan "had seen her by starlight, just her"), but why didn't I think that way with Rhayme and her? Maybe it's because the story never pushed me there. I'd wish it indeed have more to do with I'm aspec than internalized homophobia (that I look down on everyone), but I also think, fucking is literally the hottest thing a heterosexual relationship can do? Every selling point, either be appearance or intellect, leads up to the ultimate goal of reproduction?

But oh my god, space lesbians, beating up pirates, sharing a wine, teasing hairs and finger tips. That's so goddamn romantic

[edit: i know that is an extremely skewered and unfair view, but i’ve met maybe, one, boy on my intellectual level. it’s a game of probability ok]

~~~

Part 2: [26th April, 15:15]

It has been… a month, since I finished Dark Disciple and I feel like it’s time to conclude all the thinking this book has made me do.

On the wider reflection about attachment and the Order, I still have to do more reading on it to form a concrete opinion. This theme won’t be touched on in this post yet, but I cannot shake how intriguing it is to compare “falling” in love to falling to the dark side. The temptation, and the submission to their emotions, the irrationality, the newfound curiosity, it all incites. Very curiously, it was Anakin. Skywalker who commented that one is “blinded by love”

Okay, so what I’ve been scratching my head off the past two weeks is how I look at the romance between Asajj. Ventress and Quinlan. Vos. How would I define it?

Now this is as much as an exploration of how I view romantic relationships. Well, I’ve decided it wasn’t “love”, it was an “affair”. It was an affair because it’s a rush of passion, it’s a secret, it won’t last. Before I chop my own head off for bluntness, I mean it in, of course they are hopelessly in love with each other, that’s the exact premise of why it moved me so. But it wasn’t a complete relationship, wasn’t a healthy, sustainable one by any objective standards. Then, that’s the exact contradiction. Oh to throw caution in the wind with you, or to build a future with you?

Both are things I want a lot, and the ideal is of course one after the other. What quin tress had (in the end) is definitely not something I’d want for myself, but it’s so fantastical, it’s alluring, just like the concept of falling in love - opening up yourself and trusting another person, is - it’s risky. That’s why it’s a sweet, sweet drug.

I’ve been so angry at all the red flags in this relationship. Reading this book, getting into both of their shoes, yelling NO like their best friends. But ultimately, what they had is unique to them and I can’t influence it in any way. Re-reading, I find myself holding myself back at all the places I was furious about going ‘You are smarter than this!’. Because it’s a tragedy, and the beautiful thing is they chose each other (I guess).

The other day something on the dash inspired me to really think about ship dynamics. I, unashamedly admit, I’m VERY into Obi/Quin/Ventress in any and all combinations. *cough* I will not explain further.

Aside, the elephant was I’ve never been in a relationship or felt physically attracted to any person in my life. I suppose that’s a reason it took some time for me to really buy into them more than friends. I do accept the premise and I did discover they share quite a bunch of traits, but it confused me a while what made them cross the boundary, and it was, physical attraction (that the book was selling so hard I was blushing hot). But what really frustrates me, not that I couldn’t invest into two paper people’s love story, but was why my body is governed by hormones so bad. I could say things I wouldn’t dare depending on the day of the month. I have to be honest, I love them both a lot, and I would like to date them both, and I can see myself in either of them. Again comes another contradiction, is it a good thing to have characters so easily projectable, or do I want to see myself in more complex characters like them?

I probably lost quite a few cars stalling this train of thought. This book brought me a lot of emotional upheavals and a lot of food for thought. It brought me down to reflect on my romantic worldview and sexuality because I have nothing better to do. It totally challenged me as a writer and it’s just a really good novel by its right, regardless of the absurdity that is The Clone Wars. It’s a lot of firsts for me. And I really should find something better to do.

[triggermymind]

Eleven Years Ago

On 4/29/06, my life was changed forever. It became an instance where I measure my life as a "before this happened" and "after this happened." That was the day my mother's heart beat for the final time. The coroner estimated her death to be around 4-5 a.m. that morning - right as my father was getting ready and leaving for work: absolutely nothing out of the ordinary, except that she was feeling really sick the night before, was disoriented, and didn't know what day it was. So many things happened, and so many questions were left unanswered that I was left VERY angry and unsettled for an entire decade. I blamed her for not speaking up and demanding to go to the ER. I blamed my father for not seeing how symptomatic she was and taking her himself. I blamed myself for being away at school and not being home that weekend like she'd asked me to be - I'd had an activity I'd needed to stay for. IF I'd been there, I'd have seen her symptoms, and I'd have dragged her to the hospital (kicking, screaming, and swearing). Then, the blame shifted to her employer. I had NEVER, in my 21 years of life, seen my mom SO MISERABLE at a job. We were super close, and we talked every day. Eventually, it got to the point where I'd have to calm her down from crying. "I should have stayed in Cleveland," I heard over and over. The only reason she'd left was because she was tired of the commute. My mom had a huge heart. She got along with everyone, and most everyone loved her (I cannot think of anyone who didn't). The last job she took, I am convinced, is what killed her. Her stress level was too high. I told her to quit. Of course, my father never did. 😡 When I mentioned quitting, she said, "You're in college, though, and then we can't go on vacations...." to which I replied, "I'd rather take out loans and sit home with you stress-free than have ANY of that. YOU matter!" She was stubborn, though! It means so much to me when people say she's proud of me...or how much she loved me/how much she talked about me/how much we look alike. Those are the things that continue to make me happy. She always told me that she envied my attitude because I don't take crap from people. HA! She said she never stood up for herself (she did with me though! Yikes!). I wish she had. She might still be around if she hadn't internalized everything. It's amazing how 11 years later, I can still tell you every single thing about that day. I can tell you the pure fear that coursed through my veins when she didn't return my call after the second time I called home that day (I called a total of 4 times). I can tell you that it was at that point I knew something wasn't right, but I talked myself out of it each time, finally calling my father at 6 p.m. His phone number truly just popped into my head. I firmly believe my mom put it there. I used to tell her that if something ever happened to her, I did NOT want to find her; that I couldn't handle it. She made it happen so I wouldn't. To this day, my father still talks about how he saw her. I can't imagine. I just can't. He always says, "You can't forget something like that." He told me that he pushed the funeral directors to get my mom out of the house before I got home. I am so grateful for that. I don't know how I would have reacted. He told me they were gone mere minutes before we (my best friend drove me home) got there. Once I found out, and after I was finished screaming, crying (initially), and hyperventilating, I went into a small shock. I sat on the floor of my bedroom, against my bed, staring at my dresser, until I called the very few who needed to know that night. I'll never, ever forget it. My mom was my best friend. She was my confidante. She was my rule-maker, enforcer, consequence-giver, and rewarder. She was the woman who raised me. She watched me take my first steps as a baby and turn the keys in the car as a teen. My mom was there when I brought home all A's, and when I brought home my first F, crying. She was the one person on Earth whose love was truly unconditional. She loved me when I was good and when I was being a bitch. She was top-notch. God truly gained an angel when He took my mom. I love you, Mom, always and forever...and I miss you every day. ❤️3/21/51-4/29/06❤️

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      Who Ate My Sandwich? by Sigal Adler: Uncle Jake thought that quiet days were the best. He’d relax at home with a book and time to rest. Though parties were no pleasure for Uncle Jake, on his birthday, the whole family came with a cake. This year on his birthday there was a football game. Sorry for Jake, watching a re-run just wouldn’t be quite the same.

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  The Children of Lir by Ann Carroll: A series for young readers which provides an entertaining and lively introduction to some of Ireland’s best-known stories.

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    The Ugly Duckling by Hans Christian Andersen: The ugly duckling is ridiculed by his brothers and sisters, rejected by the other ducks, and eventually shunned by his own mother. The little bird leaves his home, embarking on a brave journey through hecklers, hunters, and cruel seasons-only to discover that the beauty he was seeking was inside him all along.

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    Elphie and Dad Go On An Epic Adventure by Hagit R. Oron: For Elphie, everything is an adventure. But dad is cautious. Is dad going to join Elphie on his quest or is the trip to the shop going to be dull and boring? Join Elphie and dad to find out! 

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  Coffin Dodgers by Tom G.H. Adams: They’re seeking the ultimate experience, but is the prospect of being dead in the next twenty-four hours a thrill too far? They thought they’d be earning accolades from fellow coffin-dodgers and a cash prize, but the greatest reward might just be their continued survival.

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  The Chair (Parts 1-2) by R. R. Sechi: John Anderson goes to the site of an old dilapidated mental institution, Willow Brook, in the hope of finding a special chair previously used for electro-shock therapy. His wife, Jess is a ‘white’ witch who believes the chair possesses supernatural power. With the correct spells and incantations, she thinks that she may be able to control and direct its spiritual energy to her own devices. Some might say, they should have left it where it was…

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    Night of the Assassin by Russell Blake: Framed against the backdrop of present-day Mexico's brutal narco-trafficking violence, Night of the Assassin chronicles the making of a monster - a cold-blooded, ruthless killing machine. Raw, disturbing, edgy and unflinching, this epic saga defies convention to create a roller-coaster of intrigue, suspense and thrills that will leave even the most jaded thriller aficionados gasping for breath.

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  Desperate for Faith by Kenneth Tingle: A collection of wisdom and great quotes from the biggest names in history.

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    Inside the Mind of America's Most Glorified Serial Killer: Ted Bundy by Kathy Lee:

Bundy’s story is a tale of intrigue, mystery, and the murders of what could have been well over 100 women. As a reader, you will journey through the sick mind of Ted Bundy, traveling from one gruesome scene to another. You will hide with Bundy, watching and waiting for his next vicious attack. As Bundy prepares his defense, goes to trial, and is eventually electrocuted for his acts of violence, you’ll be beside him, sharing in the experience. You will also be given an opportunity to judge for yourself all the factors that could have contributed to Bundy’s monstrous existence.

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  An Echo Through the Trees by Michael Galloway: Chase Krause sets out on a hunt of a lifetime, but it soon becomes the struggle of a lifetime. This is a story of fathers and sons, triumph over circumstance, and a story of letting go.

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  900 Miles to Safford by Eric Rawlings: By forty, Sam Bishop has lost the will to live. He can’t stand another day of pointless paper-pushing. But when Sam tries to jump off a seven-story building, he’s interrupted by the fantastical promises of a deeply troubled stranger. Jack Lucas, a homeless veteran, pleads with Sam to stay alive for one more day and consider a wild alternative to death.

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  Let Slip the Princesses of War by David Schenck: The Princess & the Pea has a drinking problem but she’s deadly with a six-gun. Cinderella has flaming sword and a rodent infestation. Rapunzel has cut off her famous hair to make a magic whip and she swears like a sailor (no offense sailors, it’s just an expression). These hard drinking, hard fighting princesses are nothing like you remember.

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  Stranger Worlds by A.M. Yates, R.A. Marshall, Mary E. Twomey, Madeline Freeman, Raquel Lyon, Allie Burton, Ripley Patton, Jen McConnel: An exciting new urban fantasy collection including 9 magical, full-length YA novels. Gods and monsters, fae and shifters, witches and werewolves — there’s a book for every fantasy reader! This is an anthology of first-in-series books intended to introduce readers to new authors and storyworlds. Explore them all!

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  The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 94 by Rebecca Milton: Don’t miss this ultimate package deal consisting of 11 tremendously popular Erotic Short Stories for Women by 9 different authors. Whether you prefer romantic erotica, light erotica, or really hardcore stories, you will surely be satisfied as this collection is a mix of the best of the best across many different erotica genres.

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  A Love Journey: Mail Order Bride Collection by Christian Michael: A Western, Historical, Faith-inspired box set including 5 standalone stories of MAIL ORDER BRIDES searching for love in the WILD WILD WEST. Will they be able to conquer what stands in their way, or will God lead them on a path to true love? Download your copy now!

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  The Wild One by Danelle Harmon: England, 1776: When Lord Gareth de Montforte thwarts a stagecoach robbery, he unwittingly finds himself inheriting his dead brother’s fiancee and infant baby in this breathtaking first book in the De Montforte Brothers series by NY Times and USA Today bestselling author Danelle Harmon!

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  Fated Mates (Book 1) by Alicia Montgomery: Private Investigator Alynna Chase thought she’d seen it all, until one night when she encounters the mysterious, seductive Alex Westbooke. He turns her world upside down, revealing her true nature as a Lycan shifter and sister to the most powerful Alphas in the world. She’s almost royalty, and he’s just her bodyguard, but they can’t deny the attraction between them. Will this bring them together or tear them apart?

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  Dragon Hunter (Part 1) by Carina Wilder: Neko is independent, strong, and skilled with a blade. Her job is to hunt the threats that wander London’s streets. But her latest assignment involves taking out the most gorgeous man she’s ever met, the Dragon shifter Lumen. He’s alluring, witty, and impossible to resist. And Neko might just have to rethink her day job.

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  The Intern Installment by Michelle Love: I ran one of the most successful Architecture companies in the world, well-known to everyone in the business. I was involved in every aspect of the daily activities, though one of my least favorite parts was interviewing for interns every year. That changed the moment Elisa walked in the door. She was everything I didn’t look for in a woman: sweetness, innocence, and inexperience.

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  Cat’s Paw by Chandler Steele: After years in a Louisiana prison, Alex Parkin desperately wants revenge against Vladimir Buryshkin, the New Orleans drug lord who framed him. Now free, he’s still a wanted man, both by the Russian mob and by Veritas, a private security firm who claims they’re “on his side.” The Russians cost Veritas operative Morgan Blake everyone, and everything she loved. Now she has a chance to take them down. Even if it costs a certain ex-con his life.

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  Tainted Love: A Totally ’80s Romance (Book 2) by Addison Moore: Can be read as a STANDALONE. It’s September 1985 and Heather Knowles’ senior year is really shaping up to be something. As if being falsely accused of shoplifting in front of her high school crush wasn’t mortifying enough, how about finding out your mother is his family’s new maid? If you love the ’80s, you’ll enjoy each book in the Totally ’80s Romance series.

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  Ryker: Steele Brothers (Book 1) by Cheryl Douglas: Mackenzie Steele assumed she’d be with her husband forever. He’s still her best friend and the father of her children. But when weeks turn into months without intimacy, she realizes she’s too young to feel so old. She wants to feel desirable again, to find the woman Ryker fell in love with twenty years ago. And there’s only one way to do that… by asking him to move out.

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  Shouldn’t Have Asked by Mara Lynne: With her father’s life on the line, straight-A student Angel Mohr is desperate for money. So she turns to the only guy who could possibly help her: the arrogant billionaire, Damien Etheridge. But she knew that to be able to get his help, she has to give up something in return. Damien’s price? Her.

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    The Rest Falls Away by Colleen Gleason: Vampires have always lived among them, quietly attacking unsuspecting debutantes and dandified lords as well as hackney drivers and Bond Street milliners. If not for the vampire slayers of the Gardella family, these immortal creatures would have long ago taken control of the world.

In every generation, a Gardella is called to accept the family legacy, and this time, Victoria Gardella Grantworth is chosen, on the eve of her debut, to carry the stake. But as she moves between the crush of ballrooms and dangerous moonlit streets, Victoria's heart is torn between London's most eligible bachelor, the Marquess of Rockley, and her dark, dangerous duty.

And when she comes face-to-face with the most powerful vampire in history, Victoria must ultimately make a choice between duty and love.

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  The Mating Chase by Bonnie Vanak: Home from college, where men teased her for being overweight, Beth doesn't fit into pack life at the Mitchell ranch. Because she's forgotten how to shift into a wolf, the pack alpha has ordered her to choose a mate or leave. The only male Beth desires is Dale, a fiercely protective Lupine who loathes the human lifestyle she embraces. She hungers for the handsome shifter's touch, but fears their differences are too vast to overcome.

Dale has waited for four long years for Beth's return. Her scent ignites his desire and her voluptuous body fires his blood. He is determined to awaken her to the sensual world of the Lupine. Although she acts more "Skin" than wolf, he can't deny his overwhelming drive to claim her.

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  Climate Change: A Nina Bannister Mystery by T’Gracie Reese & Joe Reese: Nina Bannister’s good friend, Margo Gavin, has invited Nina to her bed and breakfast plantation house for a few days of rest. Their plans for a quiet weekend will be interrupted by the unexpected arrival of thirty cozy mystery writers—and their cats! The fur begins to fly and a real-life murder occurs in this truly undeniable Climate Change.

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  Deadly Disco in Las Vegas by A.R. Winters: When cupcake-loving croupier Tiffany Black and her friend Ian are asked to investigate an “accidental” death, they quickly find themselves getting embroiled in Vegas’s nightlife… Will they discover the killer before he gets to them first? A light-hearted Tiffany Black mystery.

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  Perfect Crime by V S Vashist: The daughter of one of the most influential men in New York falls for a struggling investment banker. After a torrid affair, they finally get married. Everything seems to head towards a life of joy when the wife vanishes into thin air and the husband becomes the prime suspect.

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  The Third Girl by Nell Goddin: Expat Molly Sutton opens a B&B in a French village, but the calm life she’s looking for is upset by a missing girl…and then murder.

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  Prejudicial Error by Bill Blum: Can you ever put the past behind you? Prejudicial Error is a legal thriller filled with suspense that will keep you gripped until the very end.

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  The Chartreuse Clue by William F. Love: Bishop Francis Regan is a busy man. Wheelchair-bound for some time, he is not always the easiest of men to get on with. But then, as the Auxiliary Bishop of the Archdiocese of New York, he has plenty on his mind… And on his patch, he has at least one rather turbulent priest. Which is how Bishop Regan has come to be involved in a case of murder.

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  Angel Without Mercy by Anthea Cohen: In the hospital of St. Jude’s, nobody likes Marion Hughes… As the night duty’s Superintendent Nurse, Miss Hughes is feared and loathed by all when she goes on her rounds. If there’s one little thing she thinks wrong, no matter how small, she will find it, report it and hold it over your head. When tensions are this high and so many people have so much to lose, it only takes one person to finally snap…

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  The Crooked Desert by Denis Hughes: A crook is on the loose…Lone wanderer Steve McCade thinks he’s seen it all until he witnesses a dying man being turned away. The man – Joe Scruple is on his last legs, having been shot just below the heart; McCade knows the man is a goner, but better to die in comfort than on horseback. With his dying breath, Scruple makes McCade promise him something: He must save Alan Frazer from the gallows.

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  When I Fall in Love by Melissa Storm: James Morgan never really believed in love. That is, until he laid eyes on Deborah Walker at the local soda fountain. He surprises himself by inviting her out for an impromptu night on the town, and she shocks him even more by agreeing. As the night progresses, the two share their past histories and secret dreams, and James realizes that she is the perfect woman for him. The only problem is that he ships off to Korea the next morning. Fulfilling his duty is non-negotiable to James, even if fighting for his country will ultimately break both of their hearts. This book is Free on February 4, 2017

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  All Romance All the Time, A Fiction Sampler For Every Mood by Victoria Dahl, Julia London, and more: Featuring titles from The Closer you Come by Gena Showalter, The Devil Takes a Bride by Julia London, Unfaded Glory by Sara Arden, Flirting with Disaster by Victoria Dahl, Wild Horses by B.J. Daniels, First Time in Forever by Sarah Morgan, One Wish by Robyn Carr, Holding Strong by Lori Foster, Part Time Cowboy by Maisey Yates, In Your Dreams by Kristan Higgins, When We Met by Susan Mallery, Wild Iris Ridge by RaeAnne Thayne, and The Tea Shop on Lavender Lane by Sheila Roberts.

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