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Host nodded, eager, desperate. He wanted to be good, he wanted to be needed, to be liked. He wanted to be a good pet. Good pets were liked, and loved. He wanted that. He was so desperate to make Google come, giving it his all.

He didn’t care about cuming himself, as he worked, moving as fast and hard as he could, squeezing tight around Google, holding onto him, not getting enough air.

Google held off far longer than he strictly needed to. But he did allow himself to spill inside the man riding him, moaning.

“Good pet,” he told the Host, but didn’t let him get off his cock. “Stay there, lean on me. You can rest now.”

Host whimpered when he felt Google cuming inside of him, riding out the android’s orgasm. He was panting, trying to get air into himself as he sat still. He didn’t care about cuming, he just wanted to be good for Google.

He nuzzled against Google, glad once he finally got air back into himself. He closed his eyes, leaning against Google. He didn’t mind staying full of Google, feeling tired now. Maybe he could finally get some proper rest.

Google patted him and nodded to himself. Training was going well. Dark would be pleased. Well, to some extent. Google was of course using this for his own benefit, training the Host to obey him, to be his, not Dark.

“How sweet you are, pet. How everyone will love you like this.”

Host whined softly, quiet, tired. He’d be loved. He just had to be good. He could do that, he was sure. Google was doing this for his own good.

He fell asleep after a few minutes more, tired and exhausted. Google was warm, and more comfortable than the ground.

👀 For Dark. -Darkipliersjournal

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~~Send 🔪 to have my muse kill someone in defense of yours, or~~ 👀 to see mine reacting to yours killing in defense of THEM.
@darkipliersjournal

Host hadn’t had a good day. He had been spacing out a lot, getting lost in his narrations again and again. He shouldn’t go out like that, since he often just… stopped. Stopped working. Just getting lost in his head again and again.

He didn’t know how he had gotten outside. He was just walking around, unaware it was late already.

His narrations weren’t in the present, so when someone grabbed him and pulled him into an alley, he was startled. Threatened with a knife to his throat. And he couldn’t do anything, because his head wasn’t even in this reality. Even as he felt a pinprick of blood on his throat.

And then the person was gone, and Host was still leaning against the cold hard wall. He had no idea who had came now, nor what was happening. He was spacing again, and he could barely keep his attention on what was going on.

Host flinched when he was suddenly touched again, trying to figure out which reality he was in, which was the right one. When Dark used some of his power, it helped him, and he took a shaky breath. His head hurt, and his bandages were almost soaked with blood. He needed to get home, change them.

“Dark?”, he asked quietly, once he finally noticed who had his hands on him. He wouldn’t think Dark had intentionally saved him, but he was still thankful for it. He wouldn’t have liked trying to use his powers like he was now. With a headache and feeling disoriented

“What are you doing here?..”, Host continued. There were too many possible answers, reactions, things that could happen. He hoped he could calm his mind some soon.

“Every kiss is like the first.” [from Dark] (because why not :3)

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Host blushed, but smiled, leaning against Dark’s chest.
“Just as magical and loving?”, he asked with a small giggle, pressing a soft kiss to Dark’s lips.

“How does italian sound?” Dark questined, wrapping his arms around his lover tighter while rocking him from side to side. He had a place in mind, with amazing desserts and coffee as well.

The demon loved taking Host out every once in a while, even after they have been together for such a long time.

“Sounds good.”, Host replied with a soft hum, smiling. He didn’t mind where they were going, so long as they went together and enjoyed it. And he knew if he didn’t, Dark wouldn’t mind going elsewhere.

“I love you so so much.”, he mumbled, hiding his face against Dark. No matter how long it was, how often he said it, he got shy from it, and extremely happily in love.

“ Stop hogging all the blankets! ” (what about author and dr iplier? :D)

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I had to do this one first iweghviwufehkvoailvrd

Tags: @caffeine-eater @authorsathenaeum @tiny-yan-an @darkstache-iplier @redraspberrycats @holyshitsnakesandspace @blue-greenstylinson @cookieface678 @bing-iplier @storm337

Prompt 79: “Stop hogging all the blankets!”

    It was five in the morning, and they were snowed in.

    Edward wasn’t sure when the blizzard had started- the teeny-tiny radio in the cabin wasn’t exactly the best at picking up any other channel besides a rickety old rock station that barely played anything but static- but roughly a half hour ago a very groggy Author had muscled open the cabin door and out into the blizzard so he could check out the state of things.

    He- along with half a ton of snow, blown in on hurricane-force winds- had stumbled back in frozen and loudly exclaiming that there was no way they were getting out of there any time soon.

    Edward wasn’t too worried by that. All his classes were cancelled and he was too comfortable, wrapped in his cocoon of thick blankets and pillows, to bother with how he’d have to dig out his car later.

    What he did have a problem with was the Author climbing back onto the futon with wet hair and cold skin.

    “Stop hogging all the blankets!” Edward whined, grabbing at the comforter as it was dragged off him and he was left with nothing but the dark chill that slipped over every inch of exposed skin.

    “’M cold.” The Author grumbled, half-asleep. “An’ y’won’t lemme touch you.”

    “You’re freezing.”

    “Not my problem.”

    “Ugh… fine.” Edward let the Author scoot closer, let him wrap his arms around him and bury his damp head into his chest with a heaving sigh.

    Relief flooded him as he was once again wrapped in the warmth of thick layers of blankets. And it wasn’t really so bad, having the Author attached to him. The man gave off heat like a radiator.

    He soon found himself drifting back to sleep despite himself, content to listen to nothing but the Author’s soft snores drifting through the early morning air.

‘ Go and have fun with the new prisoner. ‘ That was Oliver’s task, but for once it was one that he didn’t understand as he descended the stairs. All of the Google androids were somewhat harsh in their actions, so it was reasonable for them to deal with prisoners. They had few emotions, after all. [ @googleoliver ]

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Host -he didn’t remember his own name anymore- was dozing. Sitting on the cold stone ground, arms angled above him and chained at the wrists, uncomfortable and painful. He was dirty, bloodied and bruised, used and abused. Nothing new to him though.

He didn’t manage to sleep most of the time, barely able to doze.q

Host’s brows furrowed at the squeaking, before he tiredly blinked his eyes open, barely able to see someone approaching. He heard it though.

He flinched at the touch, staying tense no matter how gentle the touch was. He wasn’t meant to be liked, not as far as he was aware of.

“Every kiss is like the first.” [from Dark] (because why not :3)

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Host blushed, but smiled, leaning against Dark’s chest.
“Just as magical and loving?”, he asked with a small giggle, pressing a soft kiss to Dark’s lips.

“It’s going to be… 158 years soon. And I’m still falling in love with you every single day, even more than I did before,” Dark smiled, leaning down and kissing his partner again. “I love you, so so much.”

“I love you just as much.”, Host replied softly, happily kissing Dark back. He was the happiest when he was with Dark, and he trusted him with all his being.

“I’ll never stop. I’m yours until the end of time”.

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Host’s eyes were lidded as he enjoyed the petting. That wasn’t as tiring either, and he hoped he could get used to having them open. He hated what he could see with them, but there was worse. He did like the petting.

A decision. Host wasn’t good with those, if he believed in Google. He shouldn’t decide that, should he? But he had been good, hadn’t he? He had tried his hardest at least.

He nodded lightly against Google. He wanted to have been good enough to sleep on the bed. He hoped he had been.

‘ Go and have fun with the new prisoner. ‘ That was Oliver’s task, but for once it was one that he didn’t understand as he descended the stairs. All of the Google androids were somewhat harsh in their actions, so it was reasonable for them to deal with prisoners. They had few emotions, after all. [ @googleoliver ]

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@googleoliver

Host -he didn’t remember his own name anymore- was dozing. Sitting on the cold stone ground, arms angled above him and chained at the wrists, uncomfortable and painful. He was dirty, bloodied and bruised, used and abused. Nothing new to him though.

He didn’t manage to sleep most of the time, barely able to doze.q

Nobody had told him anything about the prisoner, someone that seemed to be a man. It was slightly difficult to tell from what he could see of them – what was left of them. Their features were obscured by dried blood. Upon analysis, it was only their own. They seemed to be far too weak to cause any harm.

Oliver almost ~~pitied~~ the human, stuck there for as long as the others required. But that wasn’t part of his task. However nebulous that task was. The android watched the prisoner curiously.

Host didn’t move, apart from his breathing. Half awake, half asleep, resting as best as he could. He had gotten used to the pain, the soreness, and was numb to it, until new wounds were added.

He didn’t notice someone was here, not that it would’ve mattered. He was as good as blind, especially in this darkness. Malnourished, thin and weak. He knew he was just a toy, and in the end either given away or killed. He could care less. This was his life, and he didn’t see anything good happening to him.

“Every kiss is like the first.” [from Dark] (because why not :3)

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Host blushed, but smiled, leaning against Dark’s chest.
“Just as magical and loving?”, he asked with a small giggle, pressing a soft kiss to Dark’s lips.

The incubus hummed and nodded in agreement, his corners shifted in a small smile as he returned the kiss just as softly. “Yes, just as magical and loving, even though it has been forever.”

“And it will never stop.”, Host said, smiling, leaning against the other. He was extremely happy to have Dark, to be with him. He couldn’t imagine anything better.

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Host nodded lightly. He was very aware of what he had done, even if it hadn’t been his fault.

He whined softly when Google said he’d leave. Somehow, he didn’t want him to. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen, he couldn’t concentrate.

Host gasped when Google touched him, and he shook his head. He didn’t care about having the chance for an orgasm, he wanted to get cleaned up. He wished he could drink something again too, but that wouldn’t happen again so fast.

He just wanted to be cleaned up, forget about his erection, and see what Google wanted to do with him next.