Makin’ sweet sweet love in a sick sick place
Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, fanfiction tribute. Red & Duck Alternative Universe (as humans)
Scintillating. A new sort of feeling I grapple with as you plow into me, as you wildly ride me. You are the definition of that word.
You fucking sparkle, shine, like the brightest light. Brighter than any damn light in space. Luminous. Dripping with something beyond brilliant.
We have to endure such shitty days, everyday. Purgatory. Hell. I don’t know what it is. But when I’m with you, all the bullshit melts away.
And the trauma of our scars start to heal as we start speaking as I imagine stars do, in a sick place, holding each other, in love.
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos.
I am Bexley is published by Resurgence Novels here.
The Half Paper Moon is available on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella Carnivorous is to be published by Eukalypto soon! Coming soon
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Comments (6)
Oh wow. This is raw and fabulous. Great job.
It certainly feels that way in the moment. Are the stars in the sky or circling our heads like a cartoon ring-a-ding? I prefer little tweetie birds to stars...
Poignant, beautiful, sticky & hot!
Love the title too Melissa!! 😁
Powerful and heated but it without it's charm - well done!
You Fucking Sparkle✨💖😉