#black people and their STUPID USE FOR BLESSED THIS AND BLESSED THAT SHUT UP SHUT UP NO ONES BLESSED

[jennrypan]

Saying "have a blessed day" after asking me for money I don't fucking have is so. Fucking AGITATING actually.

Fuck God and fuck you, blessings don't exist and I hope every Christian church gets EGGED. FUCK YOU.

[last-starry-sky]

Simon constantly teases you about how short/small you are. It upsets you, makes you feel singled out, weak, incompetent. Turns out he’s just dying to know how well you can fit him, how big his cock would look next to your hands and feet. Won’t shut up about it during sex either. A dash of mean Simon + his untapped size kink

eeeeee im gonnafuckining explode OKAY FOR REAL I WAS DYING WHEN I SAW THIS. thank u, beautiful, patient anon, for blessing me with this prompt!! I hope I did it justice!

ghost x petite!f!military!reader

(MDNI - NSFW uhhhh grossly inaccurate military stuff, creeper, bully simon :), i’m using “petite” as in “shorter and smaller than the average woman” trying to keep everything as open and vague as possible, oral, deep throating, ghost has a raging size kink, unprotected piv, also this is LONG (5.6k) 💀 i'm sorry!!! skip to the end for smut if that's all you want!❤️) 

It’s been the same fucking comments from your lieutenant all week. Day in, day out and it’s starting to wear a sore spot into your hardened skin. 

“Muzzle up. Arms tired already? ‘s a big rifle for someone your size to carry.”

“Keep pace with the group. Your short legs aren’t their problem.”

“Shoulders back! Chest out! Some’ve y’ need all the height you can get!”

All you can do is grit out a “yes, sir” or “no, sir” and push yourself even harder to keep up with the taller and stronger men and women around you. The massive Brit in charge is running your training group. While you expected this to be hard (your CO hadn’t been mincing words when he pitched it as “advanced”) but you never expected this. 

First of all, from the very beginning, he seemed to have a problem with you. Only you. There were a handful of women in the group, but you were unfortunately the shortest and smallest. Not that it bothered you. You’d spent your whole life this size. You were used to it. It was everyone else, especially the wanna-be, alpha males that flocked to the military like flies, that gave you grief over it.

The second you all lined up off the transport, you could feel his eyes on you. You tried not to stare back while the other Brit, Captain Price, gave a short introductory talk. You hadn’t heard a word of it. He stood there, flanking the captain, in a black, skin tight t shirt, with his obscenely muscled arms crossed over his ridiculously broad chest. A buzzing filled your ears as his black eyes bored into you. His stare so hot and heavy it made you sweat. His eyes were all of his face that he left uncovered, the rest was hidden by a skull mask and balaclava. You tried to ignore him, but you swore you saw the ink on his arm flexing as the captain introduced him: Lt. Ghost.

From the first training exercise, a simple one on one spar, he pulled you of all people from the women’s group to demonstrate on. What could you do? Refuse? He had at least a foot and close to one hundred pounds of muscle on you. You tried not to shake as you squared up at the opposite end of the mat. 

He told you to rush him, to “show him what you got”. Well, you tried. Once he gave signal to start, all you could do was try to fake him out. You ran at him before quickly darting to the side, trying to get behind him using your short stature to your advantage. Unfortunately for you, he was crazy agile for a large guy. He pivoted on his foot, watching you as you tried to fade to his left. You steeled yourself when he caged you in his arms, sweeping your feet off the mat. Your world was a blur until he slammed you roughly down onto the mat. Your breath was knocked from you, your vision spinning. You heard the crowd around you let out a collective “OH”. It took you a moment to realize he had you pinned. Your legs and hands held painfully down with his own. 

“‘sat all y’ got? Givin’ up already?” he grunted out with a gravely laugh while he stared down at you. He leaned down until his chest was pressed to yours, that stupid mask just grazing your face. “Or y’ got some fight left in y’? 

Hell yeah you still had some fight in you. You managed to slip out one leg from under him, jamming your knee quickly into his side. A kidney hit was dirty, you knew that. You wouldn’t dream of doing it in a normal spar, against an evenly matched partner, but he deserved it for picking on you; for picking a woman when he could have easily dominated any of the men in the room. He reacted exactly as you expected: crumpling forward in pain. You didn’t waste a second pulling your hands and legs from his grip. Another cry rang out from the crowd when you rolled out from under him, ready to jump on his back and make the pin.

“Olright, olright,” he said rubbing at his side, sitting up with a grunt before you could pin him. “I yield, y’ cheatin’ lil’ git. Next up.” 

He pointed at one of the other soldiers to come forward and take your place. The man gave you a fist bump as you left the mat and you told him “good luck”. You knew he would need it. When you turned around you saw that Ghost’s gaze had never left you. 

-

You walked back to base on Friday with your blood boiling, failure weighing heavy on your psyche after a long, hot afternoon of sniper training. You had given all you could; had put up with extra hard, extra long training, with comment after comment about your size and strength. 

Shorty. Shrimp. Rifle looks like it weights more than you. Gonna manage that?

Up early, in late everyday, almost too tired to eat and shower by the end. You had a mind to march right into Price’s office and tell him you were leaving that night. You’d made it a week, that was good enough for you. You would rather face hell from your CO back home than endure another hour of this. The second you sat down on your bunk, however, you passed out.

The exhaustion must have snapped something in your brain. You woke up a few hours later groggy and sweaty, your bunk mate snoring away. You were half on your bed with your feet still in your boots. You rolled onto your back with a groan, wiping the dried tears and dust from your cheeks. 

You let your weak arms fall over your face. You felt pathetic. You honestly wanted to just lay on your thin mattress and cry in the dark until the day started. Another day of enduring that British cunt with a superiority complex calling you short and weak, of singling you out in front of your peers, of making you question your career up to this point. He was eroding the very core of your person at this point, and you didn’t know how much long you could take it. 

You let out a sigh and, with more than a little effort, pull your sore, battered body out of bed. What you really needed was to shower, to think this out, and then find Captain Price to talk. No good would come from rushing into a decision in this state. 

You enjoyed your shower. It was nice to have all of the hot water and the whole communal space to yourself. You took your time getting dressed back into your rumbled clothes in the empty locker room. Nothing but the sound of dripping water echoing off the tile around you. 

Leaving the showers, you looked up and down the bare corridors, only enough of the overhead fluorescents left on to avoid a safety hazard. Your hair dripped onto your shoulders while you stood in the center of the hall. Price’s office had to be somewhere around here.

You wandered out of the barracks, down hall after hall of the same, painted block walls and plain tile floors, until you started seeing name plates posted haphazardly on the wooden doors. Your eyes wandered from door to door until you found what you were looking for: a sheet of 8.5x11 paper taped crookedly outside an office with Cpt. Price scrawled across the middle.

You let out a sigh of relief as you brought up your hand to knock on the door. It was almost over. The captain seemed like a reasonable man. He would surely be willing to listen to you, maybe give you some sound advice on whether you were actually cut out for this level of training. Before your hand could land on the door, a gloved hand came out from the shadows of the hall in front of you to rest above yours.

“What’re you doin’ here?” he whispered harshly.

You didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. You closed your eyes in annoyance, balling your hands at your sides. Of fucking course he was here. Right at the last hurdle. Right before you could seek relief from a superior, his superior too. You let out a long breath through your nose before you opened your eyes to face him.

“I came to talk to Captain-” you started speaking with a wavering voice before he cut you off.

“Not in. Not yet, at least. Had a long night.” 

He leaned against the door, starting down at you again. God, he fucking annoyed you. You’d never had a CO that frayed at your nerves like he did. How dare he come off so cool, gripping his oversized biceps with his stupid skeleton gloves. 

You stepped back from the door. “I’ll come back when he’s in then. Sorry-”

“Can help you if you need somethin’” he interrupted you again, casually canting his hips forward, moving his hand to the door handle. 

You shook you head. While you really wanted to give him a piece of your mind, you would prefer not ending this with a disciplinary, so you bit your tongue. 

“I don’t need anything from you,” you answered with just a bit of venom.

He heard it, you were sure of it. He clicked the door open, letting it fall open to reveal the dark room inside. 

“No. I think you do, small-stuff.” When you didn’t make a move, just let another angry breath out your nose and furrow your brow deeper, he shifted to the side and pointed inside the room. “In. Now. That’s an order.”

You clenched your teeth and did as you were told. Not that you had an option now. 

-

You walked up to the desk at the back of the room. Price sure did keep his office in a state. Papers and folders were piled across his desk. A landline phone and old desktop computer were shoved to either corner of the desk. More folders and binders piled over the keyboard and hid the keypad of the phone. You heard Ghost’s boots squeak lightly on the tile behind you, then the door shut with a click. Another, soft click followed. He flipped the light switch, illuminating the spot right above you with hazy, yellow light. 

You turned to face the man who’d gone out of his way to made himself your nemesis for the past week. He silently sauntered up to you, stopping behind one of the chairs in front of the desk. You crossed your arms defensively over your chest and tried to make your face placid while he pulled the chair out. He took a seat, well, he tried too. He could barely fit his massive fame in the little chair. It groaned underneath him as he mirrored your pose, arms crossed and legs spread. 

You sat silently staring at each other before he asked, “Well?” with a roll of his shoulders. 

You picked over your words, trying to detangle everything you had thought up in the shower. Ghost bouncing his knee pulled you back to reality. It was like the threatening hiss of a rattlesnake's tail. Better to just get it out than keep him waiting.

“Do you have a problem with me?” you squeaked out, eyes on you boots. The direct route it was, then. 

“What?” he asked, confused.

You looked up at him, exhausted, eyes pleading. “Look, I know I’m short and not as strong as the other guys . . . especially the guys, but the way you talk to me-”

“Don’t have a problem with y’,” he said throwing his arm across the back of the chair, readjusting while he raked his eyes up and down your frumpy form. Probably looking for something to complain about. “If’m bein’ honest-” he started before cutting himself off and turning his head. 

You uncrossed your arms, letting them fall to your sides. “What . . .” you questioned, gesturing with your hands in front of you. “Then why do you-”

He jiggled his knee a few more times before turning back to face you. “Little thing like you,” he said darkly, so deep and low you almost didn’t hear it. He clenched his fingers on his pants as he cleared his throat. “You keep up with the rest’ve ‘em well enough. Ain’t got a problem.”

“Little thing,” you whispered, repeating him sarcastically. 

Ghost groaned at that. Honest to god groaned in front of you, sending a shiver up your spine. You froze as his heavy eyes found their way back to you. 

“Yeah. You sure are,” he said scraping his fingers down his pants. “Spunky, too. Used t’ fightin’ for your place. Like that. Makes me wonder-” he trailed off as his large eyes wandered down from your face to your chest. 

You were shocked. No way. You had to be misinterpreting this. Maybe you were still sunstroked from yesterday, because there was no way you were reading him correctly. 

“Wonder what?” you piped, blush pinching at your cheeks.

“Wonder . . .” he said rocking his head back and forth, trying to tie a sentence together. “Wonder if y’ can be sweet, too.” He let you stew in wide-eyed disbelief for a moment as he gestured at you. “Wonder what you look like underneath all that.” Your stomach clenched as he tilted his hips forward, spreading his legs wider, to palm is cock through his pants. “Wonder if it matches what I’ve imagined.”

You would be lying if it was just your stomach clenching after that shameless display.

It was crazy how it all made sense now. The constant attention. The names. You thought he was being overly hard on you, picking at you, trying to get you to drop out. You rubbed a hand over your heated face. He was a grown man (a large one, too) that was acting like a little boy with a worm on a stick, chasing the girl he liked around the playground. You thought he hated you and all this time he was actually getting off to you. You felt like an absolute moron. 

“Doesn’t have t’ leave this room. If you’re interested,” he said in that deep gravel, still trying to keep himself together. 

You let him sit in silence for a long, tortuous, moment. 

“And if I’m not?” you finally asked. 

He nodded to the door behind him with his head. “Then leave. Talk t’ Price in the morning. No harm.”

“No foul,” you finished his phrase, running your fingers over your bottom lip. 

Silence hung between you for a hot moment in the cold, stale air of the office. You had a hard time believing he would just let you go at this point. Not that you planned to, the danger intrigued you too much to walk away. This line of work had made you a wholly different animal, it’s why you were here. You ran into war zones, battlefields, hostage negotiations, the places others couldn’t run out of fast enough. You’d been dealing with the people that most couldn’t stomach, the ones that couldn’t function in civilian society, for so long that they had worn a place under your skin. This lieutenant, Ghost, he had been in this just as long, if not longer, than you. He had to feel the same. Fuck, he had be worse.     

“What . . . what do you want?” you finally managed to ramble out. 

He let out a rough hum of satisfaction. You hated how you responded to it. You rolled your thighs together and, fuck, you were wet. You let out a small, shuddering breath. You’d gone a week with no praise, no kindness, and now here he was, the big, bully Brit who’d made your life hell practically purring over you. 

He trained his hungry eyes on you and motioned up with a flick of his fingers. “Wanna see ‘em. Don’t even have’t take your shirt off.”

A part of you wondered if this was all a trick as you slowly rucked your t shirt up to expose your stomach. That would track with how your week had gone so far. He was so blatant and open though, gripping the chair beneath him like he was about to launch out of it at a moment’s notice. He groaned as you pulled your shirt up to reveal your plain black sports bra. It was nothing special, standard issue, but it kept you strapped down. Not that you really had all that much to contain. 

He ran his hand over (what you assumed) was his mouth under the balaclava. He waited a moment for you to continue before urging you forward. 

“Come on, love. Don’t get shy. Wanna see ‘em.”

You slipped your fingers underneath the wide band at the bottom, hesitating only a moment before you pulled everything, shirt included, up over your head. You stared down at your chest while you balled your clothes in your hands.

“Not much to see,” you whispered, watching your nipples perk and skin pucker under the AC.

“Fuckin’ hell” was all he said. You dared to look up. “Fuck,” he continued, “Fuckin’ . . . get over’ere. Just fuckin’ dyin’ t’ get my hands on you.”

You dropped your clothes on the floor, closing the few steps between you quickly before falling forward into his grasp. You weren’t sure if you were ready for what this desperate, mountain of a man was about to unleash on you, but fuck did it excite you. Once he had you between his legs, gloved hands scraping up your back and around your waist, testing his fingers as he held you, but he didn’t do anything but look. He stared at you like you were made of glass. 

You stared at him, too. You hadn’t been this close since he’d pinned you on the first day, and you were pretty sure you’d been half-concussed then. You could see where he had eye black painted carefully around his eyes to fill the holes in his mask. You could see his long eyelashes, clumped together with that same oily black paint. It made the whites of his eyes stand out vibrantly. His large dark irises darted back and forth over your chest. You wondered what he was planning, what he was thinking. 

He didn’t leave you wondering for long. He pressed you forward, mouthing at your nipple through the mask. You let out a short whine, pussy clenching as his large hands kneaded at your waist. The feeling was like nothing you’d felt before. The fabric between you muted the translation between his actions and your pleasure. You could feel how eagerly he bit and sucked at you, but you were denied half of it. It made you dig your fingers into his shoulders in frustration.

“Want more?” he said haggardly, pulling off of you. He tugged at your belt, not waiting for an answer. “Then get these off.”

You did your best to undo your belt and pants despite your shaking and moaning while he dove back in, working harder at your other nipple. Once you’d dropped your pants down to your ankles he pulled you forward to step out of them, wedging you into the spread of his legs. You toed out of your shoes and then he kicked everything behind you, your boots banging loudly against the steel desk. You heard papers shift and fall, but couldn’t find a reason to care. He held you, running his gloved hands over your exposed skin while you shivered in font of him in nothing but your panties. 

He palmed his cock again before fumbling around to find his belt. You heard him click it open, the metal jangling as it went slack. 

“On your knees,” he ordered breathlessly. “Wan’ see what that little mouth can do with this.” 

You complied immediately, viciously curious as to what he was packing. If the tent in his pants was any indication, you had your work cut out for you. He popped open the button of his fly and then slowly unzipped. You couldn’t see anymore through his briefs than you had in his pants, but still, you leaned forward. You curled your hands on your knees, biting your lip, willing him to give you permission. 

“Go ahead,” he said giving himself one lazy, squeezing pump.

You put your hands on his inner thighs, right above his knees, testing the waters. When he didn’t say anything, you slid your hands up his legs, a soft, swishing sound following. You stopped at his crotch, pulling yourself forward before tentatively, gently, smoothing up his clothed cock. 

He groaned, covering your hand with his, forcing you to grip his girth. Your thumb just barely met your ring finger. 

“Fuckin’-” was all he could get out before pulling your hand off. 

He used his other hand to pull his dick out before pressing your hand to his hard, burning length. You gave him another pump, feeling how the skin stretched beneath your hand, then squeezing to feel how goddamn rigid he was. The tip of his cock made your mouth water. 

It was crazy. On you knees in front of him like this, you weren’t a competent soldier, a woman who held herself with poise and respect in front of her colleagues. He wasn’t an expertly trained, battle-hardened, special operative of the British Army. You were both human. Both hungry. 

You tipped his cock toward you to lap at the underside of the head. You met his eyes just as you closed your mouth around him, sucking the salt from his slit. He shut his eyes with a groan, letting his head fall back for a moment as he reached his hand up to grip at your skull. He opened his eyes to watch as he slowly bobbed your head down his cock. 

He gripped himself at the base, forcing your mouth to take him until you met his fingers. You did. Just barely, gagging as his head slid against the roof of your mouth to the soft palate at the back of your throat. He didn’t let you pull back. Instead, he traced the inside of your lips with his thumb, drool coating his black gloves.

“Lookit’ that,” he groaned as your throat pulsed and burned around him. “Little thing takes it all s’fuckin’ well.”

He let go of your head, letting you pull off of his cock. You stared at it with heavy eyes as your head spun from lack of oxygen, it glistened with your spit in the harsh light. He gave himself another languid stroke, watching you force air into your lungs while you sat practically naked on the floor between his knees. 

“Think you can take it in that little cunt a’yours like that?” he asked, stopping his stroke at the head.

You bit your bottom lip as you looked up at him. You gave him a slow nod. Any fear or paranoia you had before was long evaporated. You were wet, horny, needy. You needed him to give you something, and if he was going to give you a choice, you could do worse than getting railed until you couldn’t remember your name. You clenched, hands clawing at your thighs, as you watched him pump another stroke up that monster cock of his in front of your face before grunting out his order.

“Get up then. Against the desk.”

You scrambled up to your feet. He followed you, rising quickly from his chair to tower over you, pressing you backwards into the steel desk. Your hands reached out for purchase as he roughly gripped your thighs, throwing you on top of Price’s paper-laden desk. Folders and binders clattered to the floor, papers swirling across the tile as he shoved you down, ass right on the edge. 

He stood between your legs, hips flush to yours, his cock laying across your standard issue panties like a weapon. He pressed the weight of it against your skin with a groan, head spreading precum into your stomach. Quicker than you realized, he reached behind his back, coming back with a knife. It was almost invisible palmed in his large hand, only the tip of the blade winked from the tip of his thumb. With two quick flicks, he cut up the side of your underwear. He slid the knife back to wherever he had taken it from, like it was the most normal thing in the world, before pulling the now useless scrap of fabric from between the press of your bodies. 

He held the scrap of fabric in his hand for a minute, investigating it under the light before tossing it to the floor.

“Really are beggin’ for it, eh?” He said sliding his cock up the seam of your pussy. His easy, fluid movements as he rocked against you answered for you. “Fuckin’ wet just from that?”

You nodded, lacing your legs around his hips, trying to pull him closer. He pressed his hand into your stomach in response, squishing you against the desk hard enough to make you squirm. He pulled away enough to notch the head of his cock at your entrance.

“Needy little fuckin’ thing,” he said with a punch of his hips, nails biting into the soft skin of your stomach as his tip danced perilously on the edge of holding inside you. “Want it so fuckin’ bad? Want this inside y’?” 

He took himself in hand and watched as he pushed inside. You both groaned. You let your head fall against the desk with a dull thunk, eyes shut and legs shaking as he pushed deeper and deeper inside your slick hole. 

“Fuck.” He was breathless for the first time since you had met him. “Fuck are y’ tight. So fuckin’ small. Even gonna fit it all?” He rambled to himself as he took hold of your hips and watched himself fuck slowly in and out of you; hypnotized by the clutch of your greedy pussy pulling him in, resisting as he pulled out. 

You let out a small cry of frustration, tears pricking around your eyes. He was big, but that wasn’t the problem. You had taken your share of dick, you could take him. It was killing you how slow he was. He was lost in his own world, watching his cock slid in and out of you as you lay there silently begging for him to just fuck you already. 

“Quiet,” he whispered with a half-hearted harshness, hand trailing down to your pussy. 

You almost jumped as he began to rub a wide circle around your clit. Your slick barely dulled the rough texture of his glove. You shuddered, clenching around him, whining as he found a rhythm with his thumb and cock. Your clench punched the breath out of him. He fell over you, bracing himself with his arm. You could hear the hollow sound of his breaths behind his mask as he gave up trying to pump into your vice of a pussy. 

He nuzzled the cold plastic of his mask against your ear. “Not gonna’ last long doin’ shit like that,” he grumbled. He held himself up, pulling your face to look at him with a hand under your jaw. “Wha’d’y want?” 

You stared back at him with confusion. 

“Where d’y want it?” he clarified.

If you had a brain cell still functioning, you would have told him to pull out. It was the safer of the options he was giving you. 

But you didn’t. You moaned out, “Fuck. Inside me. Please,” like the absolute whore you had become once he’d whipped his cock out. 

Not one to question, apparently, Ghost was back in position the moment he heard you. He pulled your hips back to meet his, cock punching all the way in until you winced as the head hit your cervix. He took hold of one of your legs, hand running up the length of it, positioning it until it lay unfolded up his chest. He gripped his fingers around your ankle, starting at it as his other hand squeezed your waist.

“Lookit, fuck. Lookit that,” he said as he pistoned into you. You cut off the loud moan that he punched out of you. The change in angle was . . god it was like nothing you’d had before.  

“Like that?” he said, letting your foot dangle on his shoulder while he held your waist with both hands, driving into you mercilessly. 

If you could have answered, you would have spoke truthfully. You were sure. You would have moaned about how good it was, how he was so big and filled you so well. As it was, his powerful thrusts jarred you against the cool metal of the desk too much to do anything more than moan and hold on as more papers flooded the floor. 

“Got y’self off at all this week?” he asked, panting breathlessly.

You shook your head, a small whine of anticipation falling form your lips at the thought.

“Gonna nut just thinkin’ about you cummin’ on my cock,” he mumbled, trailing his hand back to your clit.

You let out a sad whine, bucking into his thrust as he touched you. You were close. So fucking close.

He began to circle your clit like before, finding that delicious rhythm with the pound of his hips that pulled you higher and higher, tighter and tighter, until dazzling sparks lit up your core. You reeled back with a cry, clenching his cock, arching as he worked you through your peak. 

His hand ripped away from you sooner than you’d like. He fell over you, both hands biting into the skin of your hips as he pounded into you as your pussy pulsed, any semblance of cadence or love-making gone as he chased his own high. You dug your fingers into his t shirt. The sweat drenched fabric was almost too slippery to hold on to. 

“Fuck! Too fuckin’ hot ‘n, fuck, tight. Fuck, ‘m gonna-” His weak series of sighs and groans, followed by the distinct feeling of his cock flaring inside you told you what he couldn’t.

He lay over you for a moment, panting as you both caught your breaths. You wondered if he was also stewing in the monumental realization of what the fuck you had both just done. You’d just broken so many rules. So much was at stake. He’d just cum inside a subordinate on his bosses desk, and you didn’t work for the same country. This was going to be a mess. You were sure of it. 

He pulled away from you, pulling himself out with a smothered whine. You crossed your hands over your middle as you watch him zip back up and adjust his mask. It was wild how he was back to normal within seconds. You half expected him to walk out the door and just leave you here like this. At least all of your clothes were here, save your sliced up panties. 

But he didn’t leave. He held out a hand to you, only letting you stare at it dumbly for a minute before he flicked his fingers toward himself, urging you to act. You took his hand and he pulled you up easily. He even let you slump against him after you sat up. You’d forgotten how tired a good lay made you.

Again, you expected him to leave you now that you were conscious and able to dress yourself, maybe leave you with a heavy warning (read: threat) to not talk about this. As you tried to shuffle to the side to try and get off the desk, he stopped you. His hands gripped both of your shoulders suddenly.

“The fuck y’ doin’?” he said, forcing you back in front of him.  

“Getting . . . dressed?” you answered with unease. 

“Funny,” he said with a single, dry, laugh. “You’re a funny lil’ thing, too.”

His hands skimmed down your sides before quickly seizing you by the hips, throwing you over his shoulder like a backpack. You gasped as your stomach landed on his solid shoulder, punching the air from your lungs.

“Think we’re done already?” he said, turning around. 

You watched as the desk, and the messy you had made on and around it, including your scattered clothing, circled back into view, then slipped away. He palmed a whole cheek of your ass in one hand, spreading you open enough for cold air to chill your leaking core, as he stalked toward the door. He probed a finger into your pussy, swirling the cum you felt leaking out across your folds. 

“Got a whole day off, y’know,” he said matter-of-factly as he opened the door. Completely ignoring that he had a naked woman slung over his shoulder like a caveman. “Think we should go back to mine. Relax. See what else that little cunt’ve yours can take.”

[reality-detective]

It’s time for me to have another rant! 👇

Buckle up!!! ⚔️🛡️

The State of America:

I am angry. As an American, I am sick and tired of what this country has become. I do probably curse more than I should, but I am pissed off.

Our schools: Children are being indoctrinated by school teachers about sexual activity rather than things they should be learning about. You know, like civics, math, real history and science? What grown ass adult wants to discuss sexual intercourse with a minor? I’ll tell you, a social deviant fucking pervert. That’s who. I will not expose any child to that madness ever.

Our military: Our military is the weakest it has ever been. I have friends that are still in the military and they cannot wait to get out. Not because of their lack of service to this country, but the lack of leadership. The good ones are tired of getting slammed with “woke” PowerPoints on shit that doesn’t even matter to military readiness. It’s dumb. And our adversaries are laughing at us. I can’t even recommend someone to join the military until it is returned to its rightful place as the strongest military in the world.

Our southern border: The southern border is a dumpster fire. More illegal aliens and fentanyl are pouring through the border at record rates. The saddest part about this is the Democrats are wanting ILLEGALS to vote for any and all elections. Democrats only use their party for votes to continue their reign of power, while their own districts are literal shit-holes. Republicans are not safe from this and they really aren't much better. If they wanted the border shut down they would too. Always remember that Americans being murdered was never enough to shut the border down.

Joe Biden: I will never accept the thought that Joe Biden got 81 million votes. You cannot make me believe that the alleged President of the United States of America got the most votes in American history, then was kicked out from running by his own party. Give me a fucking break.

Kamala Harris: This Indian American woman locked up more black men than I have ever seen in my life. She doesn’t care about black people. Never has and never will. She just wants your vote.

Mainstream Media: These retards have been fed so much propaganda that they actually think Donald Trump will incite a civil war if he doesn’t win the 2024 election. You all have an extra chromosome if you truly believe that. There are some that are just gaslighting but a large portion of the population is too stupid to vote if they can’t decipher this.

Speaking of Donald Trump: This man has been given more bullshit to a public servant that I have ever seen in my life. For crying out loud, it has been over 2 weeks since the Deep State almost took his life and no one has been held truly accountable. They are all behind it until proven otherwise. Imagine if that was the other way around. Democrats would want to put the nation on lockdown like they did during COVID.

National debt: As of today the United States is at $35,000,000,000,000.00 in debt. How irresponsible of adults. I will never be gaslit to send money overseas anymore especially since Americans are struggling to put food on their table. How outrageously treasonous.

And to top all of this off. I am a white male that was in the military and now I'm considered a domestic terrorist by some. How unbelievable is this? The same ones that are backing the Military Industrial Complex. The same “elected leaders” that I served, don’t have our backs when we return home. The military are the ones that uphold and defend the Constitution, not them.

This is not what America should be about. This is not the country I served. Not anymore.

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!! 🤔

God Bless America. 🇺🇸

[amaderika]

. . % JUST MY LUCK ! yoru x reader

001 CW SMUT, long fic, f!reader, nerd!yoru, loser!yoru, popular!reader, reader is lowkey mean, blowjob, boob job, inexperienced yoru again im so sorry 😭 002 A/N nghghf finally got the time to post <33 this has been in my drafts for months...

the nervousness yoru was feeling at the moment was indescribable. there was a pair work, again. he dreaded pair works—he loathed them. usually, his partner would let him do everything. all because he was considered a star student. it was a curse and a blessing at the same time.

“why did sir let us pick our partners..? i'll for sure be a last option for whoever's as unlucky as me. .” he thought.

you, on the other hand, did not care one bit. it was starting to annoy you. he was fidgeting with his ID, the sound of his keychain hitting the frame making an irritating sound. why did you have to be seated beside him? his only redeeming quality is his intelligence. people only talked to him if they needed help with academics.

although yoru was smart, he knew no one would pick him. he was a loser, after all. people found him unapproachable and awkward. he had weird, messy, black hair, a lot of ear piercings, and his outfits were just.. weird.

as you looked to the side, you noticed the poor boy beside you, still feeling anxious. it was baffling how someone could be this stressed over pairings. yoru watched as people were picking partners while he was sitting there in silence.

he was scared—not only on behalf of his dignity, but his academics too. if no one chose him, how would he do the project? if no one chose him, how will his grades be—

“yoru, do you wanna partner up?” you asked him.

that sentence made him shiver a bit from the unexpectedness. you? out of all people? were asking to be partners with someone like him? oh, he'd just consider you his savior.

he turned to face you but quickly looked down out of shame. he almost forgot how to speak a coherent sentence when he looked in the same direction as you. you were just wondering if he knew how stupid he looked. his hair was basically covering his eyes as he was looking at the floor. “uh. . yoru?”

“ 'm sorry! yes, i would gladly appreciate if you were partners with me. in fact, i'm so grateful you gave me this oppurtunity to—”

you interrupted him. why does he only have 2 sides. . ? not talking at all or talking too much. you wished yourself goodluck as you realized what you got yourself into. your hands ran through his hair and you pat his head. “yeah, yeah, whatever. let's meet at my place to start it.”

oh, his face was red. he's never had anyone touch him like that before. he nodded at your remark and mumbled a little “thank you.”

people, including your friends, looked at you weirdly after finding out you decided to pair with yoru.

you and your friends were eating at a cafe for lunch. they decided to bring up the topic. “did you feel bad for, you know. . yoru?” one of them giggled. “or are you just planning to use him? you know, good idea. he knows you're a hot shot right? maybe you can—”

“yeah, i did feel bad. what's your deal? just shut up and eat.” you said while stirring your drink. it wasn't that big of a deal, actually. and why would you use him? yoru seemed like a nice guy despite your earlier impressions. he did weird you out in a way, but you didn't wanna embarrass him in front of your friends.

your drink was half finished. you wanted to order another one but you saw a familiar face outside the café. it was yoru, waiting for you outside nervously.

6pm. you were walking with yoru outside the campus to your place. on the way out, yoru was slightly annoyed on how much people were interrupting your walk. multiple people would greet you which causes you to start small talk and waste time. did you not understand how serious a research assignment was? you didn't get him at all! he wanted to complain, but he had no room to. he was nothing compared to you.

“you going to the party tomorrow?” an acquaintance of yours asked.

“i'll see. got a research to do and, well.” you gestured at yoru and giggled, hoping she would get the memo. you were kinda chained to this responsibility of finishing the project as soon as possible. yoru would probably want the project finished in a few days. he was that type of person. i mean, it was your fault for picking an academically attached loser.

after a few minutes of walking in silence, you two finally reached your place.

“place your laptop wherever.” yoru was looking around awkwardly. your place was nice for sure. . he felt a bit scared to sit down anywhere as he might ruin something and get you upset. no, no. anything but that. .

he sat on your couch and you followed suit. you were so close to him. yoru was tensing up. you two were usually seated beside each other during lectures, but this felt different. it felt. . strangely intimate. the two of you were alone, at night. anything could happen.

the two of you got to researching. it was too awkward. the silence was loud. you decided to play some music to “lighten up the mood” a bit and clear up the air.

it's been an hour, and you looked to the side. yoru was focused. he was typing quickly. his hands swiftly moved the mouse from one tab to another. while looking at his hands, your eyes locked onto the multiple golden rings on them. his hands were pretty long and veiny too.

the silence was getting to you. you decided to ask him to check your progress so far.

he flinched. it's been a while since the both of you said anything so he was quite surprised. “huh? okay.” he checked the google docs where the both of you started your draft on.

he had a. . confused expression while reading your part of the essay. the boy looked almost disappointed. he let out a sigh.

“oh.. well, it's not that bad..” he was trying so hard to be nice. to be fair, your work wasn't that bad. his standards were just high. he got back to work a bit drained as now, he had to fix your work too.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you struggled to read his expression. why did he look so down? you did your work anyways. “what's up with it? is there something wrong?”

he cleared his throat, “your grammar in these parts are wrong, you spelt this wrong, you didn't cite your sources properly—” he continued talking for what felt like an hour. he just had so much to say, didn't he?

he was typing quickly, fixing all your errors. his fingers didn't catch a break.

it was somewhat pissing you off how much he was correcting your work when it was completely unnecessary. he could've just let you fix it, now he's stressed out. yoru ruffled his hair and let out a groan under his breath, hoping you didn't hear him.

you just wanted to help, but he's so stressed he won't even listen to your suggestions.

you, being the worst comforter there is possible, decided to tap his shoulder. “yoru, you need to calm down a bit.”

the poor boy turned to face you. his eyebrows were furrowed and he just looked so sad. you wanted to kiss him so bad, but that's not the time for that stuff. instead, you buried him in between your breasts. okay, maybe that was a worse option, but it was just an innocent hug.

yoru leaned into the hug, oblivious to the hard-on you were starting to feel against your leg. he nuzzled his cheek against the top part of your breast. it was comfy—warm and soft. it was comforting in contrast to the stress of academics he was experiencing.

“t-thank you, again.” his voice was muffled as he said that due to him being pressed up against you.

you've done this multiple times, with different boys, but why, why does it feel so different this time around? your heart fluttered and it never did for anyone before.

yoru, on the other hand, was also having the time of his life. it was showing. his cheeks were red and he refused to show his face to you. he was starting to feel his pants tighten as he grew self aware of his erection.

“how about this? i'll give you a massage so you can take a small break.” you suggested. you both felt the growing sexual tension between you two—it was getting hard to ignore.

yoru nodded. he didn't know how else to react. how was he supposed to react when a popular girl basically smothered him in her tits and now is offering him a massage? he was winning in life. this was coming from a guy with no pull at all!

as soon as you got the go signal from him, you got on your knees. your fingers were above his zipper when he stopped you and grabbed your hand. “no, no, wait! i-i'm—” he was expecting an actual massage from you, not this. “i'm not experienced when it comes to this stuff! i-i've jerked off before but, i've never done the actual thing. i'm sorry if i don't satisfy yo—” here he goes again with the endless yapping.

that was even better for you. “dont be silly, yoru. i don't care.”

you looked so, so hot from yoru's point of view. his cock was starting to hurt from how hard he was. he unzipped his pants for you in order not to be an inconvenience. this exposed his hard, pulsating cock. his cock was long and thick, and i mean long. it left you wondering how you'll be able to fit that in your mouth at all. .

the mushroom shaped head glistened with precum, the white fluid drooling from the slit. it was twitching with every touch of your finger. even a slight budge made him shiver, how cute.

“ungh— please don't tease me..” yoru pleaded. he couldn't contain his whines and whimpers that much. you were barely even touching him, but he was so hard it made him so sensitive. he was loud—you hoped none of your neighbors were hearing his moans.

he let out a strangled moan as you tried to stuff his cock in your mouth. his hips bucked involuntarily, pushing himself deeper into your throat. the sensation of your tongue swirling around the sensitive head was almost too much to bear.

yoru was gripping the couch as he fought the urge to control your movements. he was scared he'd hurt you if he got a hold of your hair, but oh, how he wanted his entire cock in your mouth. his other hand shakily tried to cover his mouth. “fuck.. please. please please—” poor boy was scared of being “rough.”

he felt you gag on his cock which just made his hips buck once again. he was trying his best to control himself, really. yoru held your hair as gently as he could as he tried pulling his cock out of your mouth to see if you were okay. he thought you were genuinely struggling.

“y-you don't need to force yourself to take it all.” he tried to reach out to you but you kept going. your hands started stroking him. each stroke made him grow closer and closer to cumming.

as you sped up your hands and licked his tip, you felt the familiar warm liquid spilling in your throat. yoru's eyes were filling up with tears as the sensation was too much for the poor boy to handle.

“such'a good boy. my baby boy.” you kissed his tip. you weren't done with him though.

you pulled your top down enough to reveal your tits. his favorite ever.

“oh, this is..” the sight of your breasts made him grow harder. your hard nipples practically begging to be sucked made him drool. he was in a daze.

he grabbed your tits and fondled them. your right nipple was being sucked, as the other one was being played with. yoru just refused to pull away from them.

he bit down on your breast, leaving a mark. “yoru baby.. umph.” your hand pushed him deeper in between them. you felt warm liquid spilling down your thighs. he was.. cumming, again.

he was too busy being a baby as he sucked and licked on your breasts. “mmf.. mmh. they're so soft.” his voice was muffled as he moaned. “they're so warm and soft, i wish i could be here forever.” you stroked his hair.

it was about time. you got on your knees once more and this time snuggled his cock in between your tits. it was so warm, it almost felt like a pussy. it was close enough.

yoru groaned as you wrapped your soft breasts around his throbbing cock, the sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced before. the warmth of your flesh enveloped him and it has him over the edge.

“unghmf! it feels so good! shit— it's so warm!” he whined. his head fell back and his eyes squeezed shut. yoru imagined it was your pussy instead, as he tried to thrust up and down your tits.

he was getting close again. it didn't take long for him to cum all over your tits.

“that was quick. .” the sticky white substance covered your tits. yoru was still trying to recover from his high, but you got on his lap. before you could do anything, he interrupted you.

“no, no. not yet! no penetration yet. . we still have work to do.” yoru buried his face in your cum covered tits. “i'll be fine with just sucking on your tits while working.” he was so red again. his horniness made him bolder than he usually was, which totally made you forget how shy he was.

“if you don't wanna fuck, that's totally fine with me.” you said.

yoru immediately protested. “no! you got it all wrong. i do wanna have sex with you— i-i wanna be inside of you but.. we have something more important to do.”

yoru felt less stressed now. tits in his mouth, a hot popular girl as his partner, and a half finished essay. what more could he ask for?

[teleit]

Who would be the best ruler of Westeros? Me, I have the desire to do good deeds, even when others beg for mercy

Jokes aside, but really - who? The show actively tells me that Rhaenyra is the only possible option, because this woman glows in the dark from all the blessings received from every god in existence and shits wisdom and greatness.

But is she? Let's hear my useless opinion.

First, where are we looking - at canon (the book), or at the screened fanfic (the show)?

In terms of canon, I think Jacaerys was the best option, but only because the other candidates were complete failures. The way Martin described this boy, even through the lens of the biased Black and Green sources, sounds promising. Yes, 90% of his decisions ended up being failures - he suggested recruiting more dragonriders from dragon seeds, and got Hugh and Ulf; he suggested sending Aegon III and Viserys to Pentos, and they were captured by the Triarchy; he went to rescue his brothers with a bunch of newbies who could barely stay on their dragons, and he ended up getting killed.

If it weren't for the circumstances of his birth, which would inevitably lead to a rebellion by the lords outraged by a bastard on the throne, Jacaerys might have been a good king. He just needed time to grow up.

But on the show? No one. No one at all. None of these people, they are all absolutely terrible.

Rhaenyra? That woman wouldn't know the word "responsibility" if it ambushed her in a parking lot and beat the crap out of her. She doesn't understand what ruling is even twenty years after being named heir, and she asks helplessly "what should I do?", wringing her hands at every difficulty. She does one stupid thing after another, driven by anything but common sense. If she were queen, we'd have another crisis in ten years or so.

Daemon? Lmao. No. That dude lived, fucked and died for shits and giggles, he can't be trusted with snow in the winter.

Jacaerys? That's the boy who solves problems with violence (pulling out a dagger when insulted, punching his uncle in the face when insulted, need I go on?), and loses every fight he starts. He doesn't speak Valyrian, constantly whines and cries to his fiancée and mother that he doesn't know what to do or how to be, and is practically useless during wartime (because his smart decisions were given to Rhaenyra, but that's another story).

Lucerys? Yeah, sure, how can you forget how he handled himself so perfectly at dinner when he should have just kept his mouth shut, but instead he decided that laughing at the crazy uncle he maimed and never apologized for was the height of comedy, better only fart jokes. That boy had one brain cell, and it was on permanent sick leave for the entire season.

Rhaenys? A woman who talks about the slavery of the patriarchy and submits to the decisions of her ambitious to the point of stupidity husband. Marrying her little daughter to her forty year old cousin? Why not. Losing two children because of Rhaenyra and Daemon, and continuing to serve their interests, even though they use her as they please, because Corlys hopes that someday it will pay off? Excellent solution, let's also scold husband for not loving his own bastards enough, and then die ingloriously and uselessly. Yes, the queen we deserve, Rhaenys the Spineless.

Aegon? He can only be a good king if a miracle happens and he stops listening to the idiots around him, gets rid of his mommy and daddy issues, and starts using his head for more than just pouring wine into mouth. Which won't happen, because the writers HATE this man. He'll be pathetic and useless, and then he'll die, because gods forbid there should be an equal fight between a woman and a man for the throne, a woman needs to kick a body sprawled on the ground, disarmed and incapacitated, so that everyone understands that she is superior to him in everything.

Aemond? Season 1 - maybe after a couple of years of therapy, Season 2 - no, he literally doesn't have a single thought in his head except "blood revenge hate aaarrrgghhh", and only occasionally do we see glimpses of a complex character, thanks to Ewan's insane talent.

Helaena? Poor girl, who was just like Aemond crippled by the script so much that even Martin couldn't stand it (Helaena will die just because, for no reason… wow, such deep character development…), give her her bugs and leave her alone.

In canon, the dance of the dragons is the result of well-intentioned stupidity of several generations, in the show - a parable of why incest is bad, just look at how much the mental capacity of people whose family tree looks like a wreath has suffered.

Ps. Still not native speaker and dgaf about mistakes, english can suck my imaginary dick

[lilyosamu]

Normal Fucking Day

Alastor × Reader

Before reading, i will like to inform you that this version isn't finish and will never will be, if you want more information i will put a link where i talk why, anyways hope you still enjoy.

Warnings: cursing, blood, killing, reader has a problem

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Fucking shit…

who could have thought that your co-worker could be a degenerate fucking cult leader…?!

I am sorry but i am done from this shit. Nope this shit is worst then the time that my mother tried to stab me with a fucking sandal. Actually i prefered if i could go to that time then this shit….

Ugh, why the dangerous psychopaths are the hot boys? Literally he is soo fucking hot Alexander. I could say some catching quotes like: “i don't mind you stabbing me~” but i could say that for shits and giggles! Not when that person literaly tried to stab me!?

Alexander almost stabbed Reader untill he paused and look at Reqder and ask:

“Do you always think aloud?”

“Shit! Did i say that aloud?!”

“yes and you are doing again”

As Reader was distracted as she felt ashemed and Alexander had the time in succeding in stabing her on her left shoulder.

“Fuck! You motherless son of a bitch! Hope you choke on a dick! No actually i hope you choke with your salivia! Hope you have the most stupidiest death! I want it to be so stupid that they can't make it public! Like…you electrocute yourself when you tried to use a sex toy when you could be in a bathtub with water you dumb shit-”

Of course Reader inuslted Alexander for the 15 minutes or at leats she planned that but Alexander didn't let her and knock her out.

You may be wandering why didn't she fight back? Well the same reason you start your homework at the last minute. because both of you are stupid.

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When you opened your eyes you were tied down on a..table…?

“oh great. Do you know people this is how almost every porn video start?”

Actually you didn't know shit because you never saw a porn video in your life, i guess It's a curse and blessing at the same time or…maybe you have been cursed by the god of porn because you didn't watch in your entire life a porn video…

“what the fuck.”

You didn't even look at your surroundings but now with the voice that interrupted your thought you notice there is at least 34 people surrounding you.

“Oh, did i talk at loud again my thoughts?”

You said as you look at them. You had a feeling they were done with your shit without even seeing their faces. Well, it's not your fault they chose to be in a cult.

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“Borther and Sisters, we are reunited in this beutiful demoniacal hour for our sacrifice for our lord-”

Before Alexander could say something else Reader interrupted him

“if i die as a sacrifice can at least die in peace knowing that i died to a hot god or whatever..?

One in the crowd said

“how dare you, you insolent-”

Reader again interrupted

“yeah yeah, “how could i?” but did you forget how your leader captured me? He propose me a one night stand and he knows how I am weak for pretty boys or girls~”

“okay just stop” Alexander said “Can't you be fucking serious for once in your life?! aren't you afraid for you life?!”

“ho you sweet summer child. Bold of you to assume i love my life-”

“would you shut up if i give you a dollar?”

And that actually did shut Reader as she was similing like an idiot with her one dollar that could not even spend, if the sacrifice was a success or she doesn't escape.

But guess what? Did she even try to escape? Nah, will she regret it? Probably but like she said “future problems for future me”

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As the cult do its ritual, flames, dark shadow and a dark black light come from no where. Reader wasn't a religious type but that didn't mean she didn't believe in supernatural beings, she was pissy because she didn't have any popcorn for this or maybe she should film it but she thoughts that if she publish on YouTube no one could think the video is real but she could always do some buzz!

Reader didn't have an angel or demon on her shoulders. No, she had another version of her but with an expensive suit with expensive glasses that always thinks “mmmh…is it worth it the effort? Is it beneficial with money?”

anyways like every sane person you think, why Reader is thinking about that when she is in an horrible situation ?! Well i don't know Charle, why are we alive when we will die at the end?!

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Before Reader could lose any other type of sanity (if it even exist) she stopped her thoughts and look what the fuck the cult members summoned, it could be funny if they summoned an instopable force without any morality and kills you but also the memebers…AHAahah…oh fuck..you realise you jinks it.

And guess what? You were right, the thing that they summoned it attacked everything and killed every members that tried to run away, you didn't know how after all you closed your eyes to not be even more traumatized then you are already but you could certainly hear their screams of pain, it feel like hearing souls from hell getting tortured there. It felt like the entity knew exactly how to inflect pain to give the most horrible death possible.

Even when the screaming stopped you open your eyes again after a good minute and you didn't believe what you are just seeing! A fucking furry…?! Actually you have no idea if It's a half wolf but you are sure that his aesthetic is a little too red for your liking and it felt like even if it had a humanoid appearance it was everything but human. That thing had too much of a dark aura to not feel like fleeing like a little bitch but you were lucky because mama didn't raise a bitch so you are going to face him! Wait- actually mama didn't raise anyone. She was a bit-

Plus it's not like you had a choice, you were still tied up.

You waited for your end (even if you didn't want a furry to kill you, i mean the ears could make you laugh if you weren’t in such a horrible situation)

And waited

And still waited until you see that that thing was looking at you curiously, ominously like it was thinking what to do to you.

Well the little human was right for once, the demon was interested in her why she wasn't screaming or trying to escaped, it isn't as fun if the victim already accepted Its end. That completely cuts Alastor appetite.

“sooo…” a voice break the tension “are you gonna kill me? After all normally i was suppose to be the sacrifice…”

Alastor's smile went even wider as he said with enthusiasm “Oh my dear! Actually that was the plan! But you seem more interested alive." Was that a compliment?

“oh…thanks..? I think….?..”

Alastor chuckles as your no longer tied down with a simple gesture of Alastor's hand.

“Well my dear..should you introduce yourself?”

“you know my mom said to not talk to strangers-” you tried to joke but that beast gaze was becoming a little too dark

.....

[beevean]

It's really annoying when discourse blows up, and it's about something you agree it's stupid, but the people involved are even dumber than the discourse itself

The other day a tweet exploded, and it was someone praising the scene in NFCV S4 when Trevor explained that crosses make all vampires freak out regardless of their faith because geometrical shapes "confuse the shit out of their brains". Tons of people have reunited to complain about how idiotic this scene is, which of course attracted defensors too. No one is right :')

"muh religion, muh wokeness, the games were always pro-christianity" no, no, shut up, this is not Netflix being woke, this is Ellis being an edgy atheist at most. Christianity won't collapse because of one small badly written scene. The games treat the Church (which is different from the religion) in a more neutral way, and even then it's mostly about the aesthetic. The Church has taken Sypha in in the same way they have forbidden Leon from pursuing Sara because he had to fight the Crusades. It's complicated, and I like that it's not black and white, but it's outside of this discussion. And you know what, "Dracula's Curse opens up with Trevor praying in front of a cross" is a shallow argument, because by S4 it's clear that the show couldn't give a single shit about the games.

"well maybe Trevor was wrong! Even vampires themselves don't know what kills them" oh yes sure let's make Trevor even less important than he already is! His role in the gang is pretty much being the loremaster, because dude was trained to be a vampire hunter and if there's anyone who should know how vampire weaknesses work, it's him!

Also this usually comes in junction with praising the scene in S2 where Carmilla and Godbrand argue on whether running water kills vampires. As much of a waste of time that scene is, because the pacing of this show sucks ass, at least there is a small payoff! When Carmilla decides it's time to take the castle, she chooses to sanctify the river to make sure to kill the guards - maybe running water doesn't hurt vampires, but holy water surely does.

Which. It's another unfathomably stupid scene, because there is no fucking way the reanimated corpse of a bishop controlled by a guy who used to serve a genocidial monster and who is now aiding another monster who plans to enslave humanity would receive God's approval. But there you go! Holy water is a thing in this setting! And it was established, way back in S1, that it's due to God aiding the goodhearted! Because Trevor asks a good priest to sanctify water to fight monsters! There is also that whole scene of Blue Fangs getting in the Bishop's face and teling him "God exists and you make Him puke", unless now that scene isn't valid because a demon says it.

Trevor uses a consecrated whip! He used holy water! He recommended salt against night creatures! It's common knowledge that sun burns vampires! But crosses is where he pulls out a scientific explanation to answer the question "what about non-Christian vampires"? Fucking Nocturne had a better answer for it, when the non-Christian Annette used Vaublanc's faith to trap him in a cage of crosses! Nocturne!

And if it was meant to be wrong, or just funny... why even bother? That scene then doesn't add anything to the worldbuilding and plot. I don't care about muh realism when the pacing is already out of wack.

(others have also pointed out that if that were true, Alucard should freak out everytime he swings his own sword lol. So it really is completely wrong and a waste of the VA's voice)

"wah wah it doesn't ruin the games it ain't that deep" you know what? true. This is a very small exchange that really didn't deserve the attention it got (I personally got much angrier at the blessing zombie lol). It only got attention because dudebro grifters latched onto it for their agenda that muh wokeness is destroying society - and I know it's them because look hard enough in their responses, and you'll see the usual complaints about Isaac being black.

The show is always criticized for stupid shit like muh religion and muh swearing and "they ignored Grant, literally unwatchable" (all my respect to Grant, but look at me and tell me you want him to become a caricature of himself like Trevor), which aids its fans in thinking all the people who hate the show are nitpicky and whiny at best and bigots at worst. No one ever points out the much more serious issues like sloppy worldbuilding, idiot plots, character favoritism, cynical edginess bordering on meanspiritedness, classism and xenophobia, rape apologism, etc.

I guess genuine discussion wouldn't trend on Twitter :\

[personwhowrites]

Could I ask for a super young soldier on the 141 team that lied about their age when they first joined the military and it gets found out by the 141 men 😋???

Hi! I’m so sorry it took me so long to respond to your request. I took a break for a week I was feeling unwell. I’m hopefully back now! Thank you so much for your patience. I did change it slightly to fit the reality of military laws. (Where I live) -E <3

Little lair

You stare at the registration paper in your hands. One section that made you stop in your tracks, a deadly stop that would make you reconsider your decision.

In big black bold words was displayed “Age”. The law on how old you need to be to join, it seem stupid to you. How only a certain people can join since their age is well to join.

“Bullshit..” You mumble looking at the paper. “I’m seventeen I can join well enough! I don’t have to be in my damn twenties to join.”

You set the paper back down on your table. Then sigh in annoyance as your roommate comes into the room.

“What has you all burned out?” They ask grabbing a glass cup from the cabinet. “Oh you finally realized you can’t join them?”

“Shut up..I can join them! If it wasn’t for that dumb law passed down a couple years ago.” You say crossing your arms, then look over at them. “Any possibility you know…”

“Oh no no no.” They say quickly setting the glass cup on the counter. “I am not making you a fake identification! You know how that went last time!”

“But.. I really want this!” You say standing up from your chair. “Please! I live for the military! I can follow my mother footste—“

“Leave your mom out of this! God bless her.” They responded quickly shaking their head. “Y/n, it’s dangerous.. you can get jailed if you turn in a fake identification..”

“Okay then let me play off as you!” You say grabbing their hand. “Please you’re able to apply! I can pass off as you.”

“Hell no! I don’t want that y/n just figure out something yourself.” They say shaking their head angrily. “Stop looking at me like that!”

“..Please! I’ll be out of your hair! Hell I’ll be away” you say holding their hand tightly. “Please, Ill do any—“

“Fine!” They yell moving their hand away. “You can pass as a twenty four person.”

“Thank you thank you!” You say happily hugging them. “Thank you!”

“Come on..let’s get you my information..” they sigh and looks at you. “..your such an idiot.”

“A soon to be in the military idiot!” You say with excitement.

—

“..So..” A man says looking a you. “You want to be a sniper?”

You nod your his words and seat still. Then close your eyes, your heart is racing. Could this even work? Don’t they have to do a background check? A million questions rushed in your mind. What if you couldn’t get in? What if..

“I’m afraid we can’t let you be a sniper.” The man says setting your paper down. “You don’t seem to.. appropriate for it.”

“Excuse me sir?” You say opening your eyes. “What.. I..”

“We can let you try other fields as you.. train under us.” He says setting his right hand on the paper. “Just for a while, your skills seem useful.”

You remain silent as you process your dream being crush. You can’t be sniper.. not like your mother. You stand up from your chair and someone else burst into the room. You and the man that was settling you in turn over to two men.

“Kyle! John!” The man in front of you yells making you sit back down. “I said no interruptions!”

“Sorry Captain, but Kyle stole my fucking food!” John yells shaking his head. “He has done this for the past week!”

“I did not! Pr—” Kyle says stopping mid sentence seeing you. “What’s a kid doing here?”

“Kid?” John says now looking at you. “The hell, Price why is there a kid here?”

“They’re twenty four.” Price says shaking his head. “Jesus.. you all are idiots.”

“I’ll excuse myself.” You say quickly getting up from the chair again. “I will.. think about what you said sir.”

Kyle shuts the door and John looks over at you. Then Price eyes tell you to sit down, which you do. The environment started to get tense as Kyle sat next to you and John lean against the desk. Price cough and grabbed your paper again.

“Soap? You think that they are really twenty?” Kyle says looking at you. “They don’t seem like it.”

Soap? You thought looking at the man leaning on the desk. Must be a code name, a name that seems foolish to your ears. Soap began to speak, it sounded like mumbling to you as someone else enters the room. Your whole body shivered as Price called the man over.

“Ghost, good you came to join us.” Price says as Ghost stands behind you. “Do they seem like they’re twenty four?”

Ghost looks at your back for a memory then walks over to Price. Getting a better view of you, he stands there crossing his arms. Your whole body went into panic as eyes met.

“..No.” Ghost repainted in a husky tired voice. “Not at all.”

“Listen, kid..we get that you want to join the army.” Soap says crossing his arms. “But lying about your age is bad.. especially in a situation like this.”

Your whole body freezes with their words. Price hands the paper back to you and smiles.

“Come back in a few years kid.” Price says looking at your shocked body. “Maybe then you can be a sniper.”

You give a nod and get up from your chair. You bump into Kyle and apologize. Then leave the room, closing the door behind you.

“She got guts..” Soap says looking at Price. “Think they will be back?”

“I’m sure they will be..they’re a little lier..” Price says with a small smirk forming on his lips. “Check other records, and make sure to keep her name on the watch out list.”

—

You sit once more in front of Price. Years passed, he can’t even recognize you until he reads your name. His eyes glisten seeing your name, then he looks up at you.

“If it isn’t.. the little lier of age..” Price says with a dry laugh. “You sure that you’re twenty two?”

“Positive..” You say with a small laugh. “Need an identification?”

“No no.. I think this time you’re telling the truth kid.” Price says looking at your application. “Look at that.. you change your mind on being a sniper.”

“Mhm..medical field interested me.” You say crossing your arms. “Or what.. I’m I not qualified for it?”

“Oh your more than qualified little lier.” He says with a smile. “I actually need one on my team..”

“Offer already?” You say with a laugh. “I don’t think you’re qualified for someone like me.”

Price smiles and stares at you. Your eyes meet, this time.. you’re not as scared like before. You’re more brave, strong and smarter. He expands his hand to you.

“Welcome to task force 141.” Price says with a smile. “Little lier.”

[dontfindmerain]

she'll get me high (but at a cost)

my very late submission for the Common Fanfiction Trope Event created by the amazing @drop-of-void

CW!!! mentions of abuse, use of the word 'slut/whore', mentions of drugs, implied death, mentions of a gun, you/your pronouns, no use of y/n

wilbur x abused!reader - 877 words

notes: ive been very ill but i didnt want to miss out on the event so as per my usual way of turning assignments in, im doing this on the last day :) poorly written and not proofread, but enjoy

more notes: the character abusing the reader is not given a name and is referred to as he or him and is separate from wilbur.

“Fucking hell- You stupid whore you can’t do anything right c- can you?” he hiccups, slurring all of his words and screaming at you. “I tell you to go buy the drugs you fucking buy them!”

“You- you didn’t give me any money…” you whisper. He only looks at you for a moment before shoving past you and rummaging through the entire house. He comes back a while later on the phone with someone.

“... want as much as I can get for ‘em. No no, I promise, they’re quite the pretty thing. Five hundred? Oh come on. Fine, three hundred. Yeah yeah, we’ll be there soon. No, I won't damage a single hair on its head. ‘Their’, whatever.”

He hangs up and grabs your arm harshly, “Come on slut, we’re going for a ride.” He drags you to his beat up, shitty excuse for a car and restrains you, putting a blindfold around your eyes tightly. He throws you into the backseat and you can hear him start the car. He drives for a long while, swerving quite a lot. You would’ve slept if you weren’t scared shitless. At first all you hear is regular traffic and people bustling in the streets, which slowly turns silent. The sound of cars passing becomes less and less frequent, concrete roads turning into dirt as he leaves the city behind and drives faster. The faint light you can see through your blind fold is gone now and hours have passed.

When the car slows to a stop, he grumbles and gets out, leaving you there. You hear muffled talking and then yelling and then-

A loud gunshot sounds from outside.

You flinch when the car door to your left opens and you scream and kick when the mystery person drags you out.

“Hey hey- Stop- OW- Fucking stop kicking me- Darling I’m trying to help you-”

You stop. The voice belongs to a man, but not the one who brought you here. It’s sultry and… British?

The blindfold is lifted and your eyes are blessed with the sight of the most attractive man you’ve ever seen in your life. He’s on his knees to be at your level, in a white button down and black slacks. His sleeves are rolled up and the top three buttons of his shirt are undone. Holy fuck.

He chuckles, (music to your ears), and smiles at you. “Hello there, love. Might wanna close your mouth before you catch some flies, yeah?” He says, pushing your jaw closed with two fingers. Your face turns red and you look away from him, finally taking in your surroundings. The two of you are alone in a large clearing surrounded by tall grass and towering trees, the sky is almost pitch black and car lights illuminate his silhouette. He looks like heaven. You look at him again and speak in a broken tone, “Who are you?”

“The name’s Wilbur,” he replies, too casually, as if your meeting is the most normal thing in the world.

“Wilbur what.. What the fuck is happening?”

“Shh, come on pet, let's get you somewhere safe,” He coos, gently picking you up and placing you into his vehicle, climbing in with you to set you on his lap, “It’ll be alright love.” He speaks with two men outside for a moment, something about taking care of someone, before closing the door. Wilbur holds you calmly, softly speaking words you can’t understand and petting your head.

“Sleep, pet.” He commands, so sweet and addictive you’re sure he’ll rot your teeth.

Exhaustion from the adrenaline leaves you unconscious within minutes.

When you wake up, Wilbur is carrying you in his arms. He walks into a bedroom, shutting and locking the door and placing you onto soft, silk sheets darker than the night sky. “There we go, sweet thing,” he whispers, almost as if he’s talking to himself. He tentatively lifts the hem of your shirt, “Darling? Can I get you into some clean clothes?” The raggedy shirt that hung loosely of your frame was worn and smelled of cigarettes, weed, and sweat. You nodded and let him pull you apart, piece by piece until none of your body was covered.

It took everything in him not to worship and praise your body then and there, physically having to pull himself away to get some of his own clothes for you. When you slipped his large t-shirt over your head, it only made you more irresistible.

Wilbur showed you around, gave you his guest room, "If you disagree with the colours or the furniture just let me know and I'll have them changed to whatever you like, flower."

He was kind, loving and attentive. He kept your favourite foods stocked in his pantry and offered to take you shopping for clothes, but you wore his anyway, finding comfort in his scent surrounding you. 

His.

It was his arms you woke up in the next morning. His clothes you wore as you padded down the stairs, barefoot and confused. His table you sleepily ate breakfast at. You didn't ask any questions. You trusted him blindly, willingly.

Because this had to be better than every other morning you spent searching pointlessly for food in that shitty basement.

Right...?

[queenquinzel715]

Halfdan 18+

Wrd count 3,398

Y/n p.o.v

People always told my mother that twins were a true blessing of Freya, but when one is a crippled son while the other is a normal girl, it gets more difficult. My brother Ivar was born ten minutes after me, but he deems himself my boss. Growing up I was in charge of pulling Ivar everywhere I went, which was mostly to Uncle Floki's home. He taught us everything we needed to learn on how to be Viking. Most came to fear Ivar, but when I got caught in my own hunting cabin torturing a man that was watching over Kattegat. I got the nickname Galco which means monster. So far I've never been bothered by the name, people would run away, and I'd be left alone like I like.

Over the years my brothers have allowed me to be in charge of weapons, but of course I have my shadow behind me telling where I mess up.

"You have to sharpen that end or it won't snap into place." Ivar snaps over my shoulder.

"I know Ivar I'm not finished." I try to calmly respond.

"Don't snap at me, because you're to stupid to actually build weapons properly." He rolls his eyes with his sassy voice.

"Can't build…." I slam the arrow shooter down as I turn to him. "Ivar I've been building weapons while you were going crazy crawling after Floki, so would you shut up." I walk out of the work area we have in the blacksmiths.

I was stomping my way through Kattegat, people would jump out of my way, but one man kept following me without me even noticing. The brother of King Harald Finehair, Halfdan the Black, a man that has worked with my father and eldest brother, a man I've heard so many stories of, and admired since I began my own stories. I've heard he's been asking questions about me, and since the first stories that are told are my torture stories then I'd say it's good he wants to hear more. I'm opening my cabin's windows when I see a shoulder poking from behind a tree. I quickly grab my bow and arrow, shooting the tree in warning, and to my shock Halfdan jumps from behind with his hand up with a sly smirk on his face. I watch his every step as he walks across the field getting closer to the window.

"Why are you here?" I ask imitately.

"I heard of this cabin, and saw you coming out here. I thought I would get a look at your weapons." He seems to be speaking truthfully.

"Behind a tree?" I smirk at him as I lean on the window.

He seems to stagger a bit, but when I point to the door he walks inside. He eyes all the weapons I have hanging on the walls, but stops at my baskets of snakes.

"I tend to collect different snakes I see on my walks." I honestly tell him.

We get comfortable talking about the different weapons I have made or in the middle of making. He helps me finish the arrow shooter and advance another weapon I had. We tell stories as we work, mostly raiding stories, his England times, and I give him my details of my nickname sake. The way we move together is like we've been with each other for years. Once the sun starts to set I roast some meat and potatoes as we sit on the palette I have made of blankets and pillows.

"I still don't understand why Galco is your name. Why would a mother name a gorgeous girl like that?" He waves around the bone he has in his hand.

"My name is (y/n) Halfdan." I laugh. "People just call me that since I started torturing people." I take the plates away as I laugh.

"(Y/n) is much better." He compliments, standing up. "I'd much rather call you that." He's standing against my back now.

"Halfdan, you know my brothers will kill you if you continue to try this." I informed him.

"Love, do you think.." he runs his hands on my waist to connect them on my stomach. "I care about your brothers when I have a goddess like you in front of me." He softly kisses my shoulder, causing me to lean my head back. "I want you as mine (y/n)." He whispers to me as he moves his hands along my body. "I need someone who thinks like I do, who can handle my ways." He turns me around to face him.

"Halfdan, I take words seriously. If this happens then you are mine." I grab his arms so I can lean into him.

He deeply kisses me while he pulls me against his chest, and all I could do was move my hands to hold onto the back of his shoulders. Everything moves so fast as he pulls my dress off to me pulling his clothes apart. He slowly lays me onto the palette with a hand behind my head, and his arm around my waist. His lips move around my neck, shoulder, down my chest, and once to my breast he licks my nipple in circles. I hold onto the back of his head not really feeling anything in my body other than heat, and shaking.

"Halfdan please." I moan out as he kisses down.

His head goes in between my legs using his shoulders to keep them out of his way. I've never had a man do this to me before, and I'm angry at every man I've been with for not doing this amazing thing. I couldn't stop moaning his name loud, and having my back shoot up into an arch. He keeps moving his tongue around, but he adds his finger into me. With his finger curling up, his tongue circling around I tighten my legs around his head and cum so hard making him groan as he gets everything. As he stands on his knees he wipes his mouth, but his eyes stop me. They were almost black with a primal look, like he was claiming me completely just for him. I let my legs rest on his hips as he leans over me with his hard cock slowly entering making me gasp, but he kisses me as he bottoms out. I hold the back of his head with one hand, his side with the other as he starts moving. He rests his forehead against mine with a groan while I moan out. He grips my hip as he goes harder.

"Halfdan!" I yell from the stretch I've never felt.

"Mine" He groans, his head falling into my neck.

He starts pounding away like he lost all self power, and is letting everything go. I can't even begin to think of how good he feels from the non stop cumming. He lifts my legs higher to his shoulders making him go so much deeper than before. He's holding onto my hips using them to help him pound into me. My body arches as I let out a loud moan, but as I feel my body shake he groans loud.

"Fuck!" Halfdan finishes deep inside me with a tight grip on my hips.

He lets my legs fall as he slowly pulls out of me causing a surprise gasp to leave my mouth. He gives me a smirk as he leans back down to kiss me, and lay down next to me. I'm so relaxed my eyes won't open, and his body is so warm I don't want to move.

-Next Morning-

"Love, I have to get going." I'm woken up by Halfdan whispering into my ear.

"Then leave, why must I get up." I smirk at him.

He rolls his eyes before kissing me, rolling over me as his hands cage me to the pallet. He kisses around my face, neck, and down to my chest. He gives me a soft smirk as he stands.

"You have to get up, because I know your brothers will be looking for you if you aren't at breakfast." He holds his hand out to me.

"Ugh. I wish they'd let me be." I grumble as he helps me stand, but pulls me to his chest.

My naked body against his clothed body just makes him feel so much warmer than mine. He holds me by my lower back.

"I could always just take you with me. You'd be left alone… for the most part." He grabs me tighter causing me to laugh.

He gives me a last hug before leaving. I smile to myself as I lift my dress from the floor, but I almost lose my heart when an angry Ivar comes crutching his way into my cabin.

"Halfdan?! Have you…no no I know you've lost your mind!'' He yells pointing at his finger in my face.

"Ivar I'm a grown woman I don't need your approval. Now leave so I can get dressed in peace." I move to the small wall I have off to the side.

"Grown woman who's stupid enough to pick a man that won't actually care for you." He leaves once he realizes I'm not going to respond.

Not long after I'm about to reach the great hall when a body is thrown from the doors. Ubbe, Ivar, and Sigurd are glaring at the slowly moving body.

"You can beat me all you want, but (y/n) do as she wishes." I hear Halfdan tell my angry brothers.

"Well let's ask her ourselves." Hvitserk decides now to come outside, making everyone turn to me.

I can't move. I just look at my family, and then to the man I've actually felt normal with even before yesterday. He would always made me feel like a normal girl that liked a man. My brothers eye me like I'm some villain. Ivar shakes his head at me, because he knows what I'm going to do. He just doesn't know where. I give Halfdan one last look before bolting away from the great hall to the stables. I mount my horse, and push my poor girl as fast as she can until I reach the past the small river. I dismount to guide her into the water, going up the river, and getting out at the waterfall. I then ride my horse only a few miles til my father's cabin comes into view. This is the cabin he stayed in while he went into hiding. He only told me about this cabin, and I only come here for my moons.

It's only three days until we leave early for England. I'm glad I keep supplies up here. I know this seems cowardly, and Halfdan probably feels betrayed by me just leaving him there beaten up. I don't even understand why I ran. I just can't believe everything just flipped over night. One night my brothers, except Ivar, would eye me like I'm an angry dog that's one movement away from attacking, but now I'm their fragile little sister.

-Three days later-

I ride slowly into Kattegat with my head high as people point, and whisper about me, gods only know about what this time. I give my horse to the stable boy, and walk into the great hall as everyone is giving one last cheers to the gods for safe travels. I speak to no one as we load the boats, and set sail. I do keep looking over to King Finehair's boat to see Halfdan look over from time to time. I wish I actually talked to him, but I know he wouldn't want to speak with me.

As we get to England we start to build camp immediately. I'm helping with my tent as I looked over to see Halfdan move trunks of weapons to tents. I roll my eyes at my little girl act, and get to work. That night I swear I hear walking near my tent opening.

As I wake up, and get ready I find a new piece of armor that goes over my shoulders on the ground. I quickly strap them on as I walk to the front of lines with my brothers. Ubbe hugs me like always, giving me a quick nod, Hvitserk smirks at me from his spot, Sigurd touches axes with me, and as I step to Ivar's horse wagon he rolls his eyes at me.

"Don't die with those off-made weapons." He says as he ties his gloves.

"Don't worry I'll be close to protect you little brother." I laugh as he snaps his head to me.

"Ten minutes you awful…" He grumbles to himself. Cursing the Gods for giving him a twin.

Northumbria is an English kingdom my father spoke highly about, and since King Aelle is the one who killed our father we thought it'd be better to kill him first. The closer we march the faster my heart pounds the more I want to run ahead. The moment my axe makes contact with the Saxon's sword I get hit with my childhood of my father teaching me. The faces my father would make at my strength, at the precise strikes I'd make. I catch myself laughing at certain points in battle, and then laugh harder at myself.

Everything seems to stop once I hear my Viking family cheer I'm victory. I smile around catching my breath, but I'm spun around. Halfdan pulls me into a Saxon home, throwing everything on the ground, and putting me on the table. I grab hold of the table as he rips every strap in his way until he can finally push himself inside of me making me moan loud. I could only hold onto the table as Halfdan grip my hips in a bruising grip.

"You are mine." He grunts in my ear. "Think you can run from me, and act like I'm not here." He pulls out of me to quickly turn me around.

He enters me roughly again making the table scratch against the floor. He grips the ends of my hair to pull me up to have him bite my neck.

"HALFDAN!" I scream out as I shake against his body.

"What is it, love?" He mocks.

I keep moaning out as he grips my body in rough, tight grips. I can't gather any part of myself, but when he deeply groans with a final push so deep I get a sharp amazing feeling as he finishes inside me. He leans against me as we take deep breaths, and just cling to each other.

"I'm sorry I ran. I got scared with everyone looking at me." I tell him honestly.

"I know. I was going to wait until later, but I know your family's plans. I couldn't wait." We laugh at his last statement.

(Actual detail blood eagle)

He helps me tie everything in place in time for my brother's to collect King Aelle. My brothers Ubbe and Hvitserk tie him up as Ivar and I sharpen the tools we will use. Sigurd takes the first as Bjorn opens the great King open for me to crack his rib off. Ivar completes the rest, so Hvitserk can raise his arms to spread open more. We left him on the spot they dropped our father. We are joking like old times as we ride back to town where we set our new camp.

"So you and Halfdan?" Bjorn asks.

"Yea (y/n) him of all people." Hvitserk mocks.

"I don't think I could ever explain to you how I feel or how things are. However the Gods gave me a strong man, and I'm not going to question it." I laugh as we get to camp, and I go to my tent to bathe.

I have some of the girls help me with the water as I try to get as much of the blood off as I can before getting into the tub. I use some of the oils I found, and groan from the hot water. I can actually feel the knots untie along my back, some of the scars I have sting a little. My mind races from how battle went, what is to come, but I'm stopped with thoughts of Halfdan. I feel the water start cool, so I get out. As I wrap a linen around me Halfdan sneaks his way inside, making me stop in motion. He stops once he gets a look at me, and just falls to his knees.

"Goddess." He grumbles looking from my feet up to my eyes.

"Halfdan, get up." I laugh, but I'm stopped when he grabs the linen.

"I can't believe you are mine." He moves the linen over me to dry me off.

He helps me dry my whole body leaving soft kisses from my ankles as he rises to leave a long kiss on my lips. I smile at him, but when we hear my maids coming he tells me he'll see me at the celebration before running out.

I smile to myself as I walk into the celebration dinner in the town center. I'm about to sit next to Ubbe at the table when I hear Sigurd tormenting Ivar again, but something makes me snap my head at Ivar. He quickly grabs his axe, and throws it at Sigurd. I somehow grab it before it hits Sigurd. Everyone is quiet until Ivar crawls away with a shocked look on his face.

"Sigurd, I swear you never stop you torment. Next time I'll let him kill you if you don't learn to keep your mouth shut." I tell throwing the axe on the table.

He stands with a scowl as he steps closer.

"You're just defending him, because you know I'm right. No one, but other cares for him." That did it.

"Step back." I warn.

He comes closer with his hands reaching for his sword, but I stop him by putting Ivar's axe to his throat. Ubbe stands, but I give him one look making him sit back down with his eyes on his plate. I slowly feel a warm hand slide around my waist, and the other grab my wrist.

"Breath, love. He is your brother." Halfdan whispers to me as he takes the axe from my hand.

He slowly moves me from my brother's tables, and puts me in between him and King Finehair. I glare at Sigurd as Halfdan places a plate of food in front of me.

The rest of our time in England Sigurd stays away from me even though he and Ivar have made up. I will not tolerate him disrespecting me like he thinks he can with Ivar. I catch myself glaring at him as I help Halfdan pack up.

3rd pov

Ubbe watches his sister grow more and more dark toward Sigurd as he keeps being Sigurd. Even at her wedding to Halfdan. She doesn't even acknowledge her brother, Sigurd as he makes jokes on her life. She just whispers to Ivar, Halfdan, and her new King brother in law. It wasn't until (y/n) became pregnant that Ubbe understood what they whispered about. As (y/n) told her brothers of her new gift from the Gods Sigurd tried attacking her in her sleep the night before she was supposed to leave Kattegat to go to her new home in Norway. Ivar was waiting in her room to protect her, and (y/n) and Ivar killed Sigurd.

(Y/n) gives birth to two boys of perfect health, naming them Eirk and Egil. Once she is back raiding Ivar is king of Kattegat and tries to set up an attack on her, and her husband while they are planning to raid England with him. She ends up killing Ivar late at night, becoming Queen of Kattegat. Only to give birth shortly after to a girl, named Helga. She ends up giving Kattegat to Bjorn, so she can go home to Norway. Over time King Harald gives his kingdom to Halfdan when he gets too old, and still doesn't have sons. She dies with her pet owl watching over her howling as she goes to Valhalla to see her husband who died in the battle of Norway to keep our land from the Irish.

Fin

[hypnoslipperyspiral]

Another fun fantasy

A super hero's last thoughts

(Character is 19. Might be some trance language)

___

Another day I save the world, another day I miss some college. Another day scolded for being lazy and out of it. I'm "not good enough", or "anti-social". If only everyone knew what I did for them every single day. Putting my life on the line for them. Every. Single. Day.

Theres some days I wish I wasn't "blessed" with these kinds of powers. I didn't ask for them. I didn't ask to have a permanent secret I had to hold for the rest of my life. It's all fucking hell.

It was 10 in the morning. The emergency phone starts blaring at full volume, scaring me the hell awake.

"A bus on fire, St. Peter's road. Hurry!"

Fuck.

I rush to my closet and slide on my outfit. Dark green tights, black hair in a half pony, a mask covering my nose and mouth, and a body suit with black and green sparkles. My idea, of course.

I rush out, wasting no time getting to the destination. Well, beside the outrageous outfit change. I get to the fire as police are still escorting people away.

"Go get the guy! He's still around here. We got the bus and victims under control." One officer yells once he notices me there. I nod in return before flying off down the street.

My powers tend to sense people near by, but only about 8 feet away. It helps me to prevent going down alleyways, and avoid incoming attacks from others. I can also fly and blast electricity, and cold. But really that's about it.

I fly further down the street, trying to sense anyone else near by. for about six blocks it was empty. It was also getting darker, the only real things illuminating now were the street lights. Even if I am a super hero and hard to kill by normal people, it's still feels un-easy going down roads at night alone.

"Come out!" I call, hoping to lure anything out. By the time I reached the park, I knew i had to turn back. Check the south side next perhaps? Until I felt an electric buzz down my spine. It was sudden, but I knew it meant something for sure.

"I feel you!" I shout this time, turning back to the open field. I feel my heart begin to race a little.

"As do I~"

I felt a man's voice vibrate down my neck. I let out a gasp and quickly turned in my place.

"Stop playing games." I felt my voice shake a little. I hated being a hero. So. Damn. Much. "Come out, just make this easy for the both of us alright?"

"Awe." A man slowly appeared, floating on his side as if lounging on a sofa. He had a playful poute across his lips. "You think it's going to be hard for me? That's so cute princess "Electric Snow" Hahaha!" He wails his head back in laughter. "That's such a stupid fucking name by the way!"

"Shut up!" I raise my arm to charge an electric volt, but before I could finish raising my arm, the man is at my face with a hand around my throat. "Ack!"

"I eat souls your size for breakfast girl. You have no chance with me." As he spoke, I could feel his eyes wandering around my body. His hand remind tight enough to keep me from moving, but not enough to keep me from breathing. "I want you for something else, though. Since I've already eaten desert." He grinned before throwing me to the ground.

I flew down fast, smashing into the pavement with such force it knocked all the air from my body. It felt like my lungs were dying.

"F-fuck..." I gasped out before the man was on top of me, hand around my throat again. For a moment, I thought I was going to die.

"See? Too easy." His face fell closer, his eyes meeting mine. "Too easy. To make you fall."

My body suddenly felt a weird surge of relaxation. It felt nice for a moment, before causing me to panic. I managed to quickly kick him off, but I feel for his entertainment he let me. He smirk as he gently landed on his feet.

"You can call me Master, by the way." He smiled, showing bright perfect teeth.

"Oh fuck off." I groaned before trying to start my electric strike once more. This time I did manage to raise my arm, but he managed to dodge the attack quick than he ever had moved before. His hand was back on my throat before I could process what was going on.

"See?" He repeated again, my muscles suddenly feeling calm once again. "Too easy to grab your attention."

I gasped when he looked into my eyes once again. There was something about his gaze that just felt... safe. Warm. Inviting. Like I didn't have to worry about being a hero anymore.

"You never liked being a hero to begin with." He spoke, words melting like honey fresh from the hive. I could feel my body a moment ago, but now everything feels... numb and relaxed. Did he do something to me? Did I care?

"I... Never..." I felt my mouth move, but I couldn't hear anything coming out. Was I actually speaking? If I was, he seemed to approve of it by his smirk.

"Good girl."

Those words, for some reason made my body feel hot and tingly. I never heard him say this before... had I? My body kept reacting as if I had.

"I..." My brain began to feel confused and light. What was even happening again? How long was I staring into Master's eyes for? A part of me didn't seem to care.

"You always wanted to quit being a hero."

"I..." Did I? A part of me felt a bit off now. Was this all true? "I always..."

The hand around my neck tightened just a little, sending me a message to keep going. Even that part of me knows now not to keep Master waiting.

"I always wanted to quit being a hero."

"Good girl." Master began to chuckle, his deep voice making my body quiver and shake.

"The pleasure you feel is why you've wanted to quit. Because Electric Snow wanted to be Master Mind's sex slave. Say it. "I wanted to be Master's sex slave."".

I felt a hot electric wave pulse through my body. A moan slowly escapes my lips, making me notice how good I suddenly felt. "I wanted to be Master's sex slave."

"Good Girl."

I moaned again as Master spoke. It felt too good to resist. This really was what I wanted all along.

"Good Girl."

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(Disclaimer, kidnapping, assault, physical violence, mention of abuse, cursing, is in this story please let me know if I missed anything!!!) (I couldn't find any pictures bc my volume button would get in the way sorry!!!)

Oh how you regretted going on the stupid mission. You started to dream about where and how you got to this place. you are known as the best of the best medical combat Soldier but you never really believed in that you weren't the best there will be people who is always going to be better than you all you could think of is you as their little war machine and only that. Over the years of being shut down during childhood you just thought that was okay, you were abused by your mother and father was no longer in the picture. So after all the torment of how you are disgraceful and ugly inside and out you started to wear a mask it was a black cloth mask with a pink flower on it it hid your face pretty well you had burn marks from your mother she smoked a lot and when angry she threw still lit cigarettes and ashtrays at you. You just learn over the years of being with your toxic family just to glue your mouth shut and don't talk your mother would often say "They don't want to hear you just or see you trust me when I say you are better off in your room rotting away."

So with that you just got used to it no one wanted you so you concealed yourself and isolated yourself you joined the military you NEVER EVER EVER EVER!!!!! Spoke not even a peek came out of you not even if they threatened for you to get kicked off the team or you went through extreme punishment. Eventually you just got transferred and transferred and transferred and transferred. During that you learned don't trust nobody they are just going to leave you in the end. All the work and I mean all the work got put on you as if to 'take one for the team!' and when they saw you slowing down no help they would just yell at you to keep pushing your weak ass pussy or something along the lines of that. Well one day you were helping out your 'friend' is what she called you, you're more like acquaintances her name was Sophie. She stabbed you in the back so many times but you didn't care she was the only 'friend' you had at the moment. So as a good friend would do you took one of her missions because 'she was soooooooooo exhausted from the previous mission'.

Well little did you know the task force 1-4-1 wanted you well they didn't really expect to get you all in all but it would be a goddamn blessing if they did. You had come into contact with every single one of them maybe not at the same time but still. And every single one you came into contact with was on different missions. You both exchanged fights and it kept coming to a tie before you both had to retreat. But the thing that really did it is when you started to fight Ghost, König, and Soap not at the same time though you would have definitely died FOR SURE you thought. Well the fight with soap wasn't too bad you both were evenly matched you got bruises scratches etc but never a direct hit but Soap really did like the challenge. Now Ghost was a different story, he was a total kick ass but you managed pretty well, you got shot in your abdomen and shot him in his right back but you both made it out alive. Now for könig he was pretty tall...maybe even too tall but you never thought of it and just focused on the battle you did end up getting shot in your rib you was only able to shoot him in his abdomen on the complete opposite side of Ghost he got shot a little bit more to the left of his abdomen while König got shot a little bit more to the right. But you both ended up making it out alive.

Fast forward to now you just got off the helicopter both injuries are still somewhat fresh. But pain is only a feeling so you don't pay too much attention. Well you were out in an abandoned town carefully scanning every single building the enemy team rigged bombs all over the town. So you sent your companion a Great dane, black coat, icy blue eyes, his name was soldier he definitely acted like one cold Big not very nice he was stronger bigger and better than and other military dog that is the way you trained him to be and he loved evey single second of it. So you sent him down to detect the bombs scattered around town then suddenly, gun fire is heard within the distance your captain ordered a retreat but when you went to call the Soldier in he was completely gone no were in sight the coms went haywire breaking up. You had trust and that damn dog it survived too many damn to give up now so you ran to the helicopter and whistled him over even though he wasn't there. Your head was pounding unable to even think properly the over exhaustion kicked in you heard the ringing noise that God awful ringing noise. You heard Soldiers barks you stopped dead in your tracks and looked back there was Soldier stuck in a damn root tangled up by the back left leg. You had a damn choice leave your damn dog that had been there thick and thin or save him. You turned back to them you ran towards the helicopter got on it and grabbed my rifle and sledgehammer and your handy pocket knife as it was taking off you jumped off the helicopter you ran as fast as you could to get to Soldier and when you got to him you started to cut at the root and free him as soon as you did you were running back to the helicopter your captain started screaming a retreat. As you ran as the only one not on the helicopter. You were about to get on the everything snapped you went back you fell on the ground the exhaustion from all the weeks but you spent there finally fucking kicked your ass. All you could hear was the very same captain that you trusted saying in the coms "LEAVE HER!!! FUCKIN HELL!!! she was just slowing us down!" The helicopter departed you they did into consciousness you knew what you were getting into, you shouldn't have trusted anyone but you still did that was your mistake never again... You were thrown over the shoulder. You could hear a deep probably voice saying "fuckin bloody hell... Someone's going to shit their pants." They chuckled from their belly as they started to walk.

(hello reader I just wanted to say this is my first time posting content on here so I really hope you like it!!!)

[theink-stainedfolk]

The Black Rose

Today was an auspicious day. But today, was also the hearing at royal court. So it can't be called auspicious.

The atmosphere at the palace was so thick with anxiety that it could be cut with a blade. Another official was caught probably, or it could be a normal corrupted human, or it could just be a normal human getting a death sentence.

But it was, surprisingly, one of the Duke of Laiphules Kingdom, Duke Ragnall Crandomna, also known as 'devil duke', the gasp from the people present here was inevitable after seeing the most powerful men of the powerful Kingdom standing here guilty of something, but most importantly, withering infront of the man he hated and looked down upon, the Emperor of Helande Empire, the youngest Empire to ever exist, Adorjan Rhab Helande.

"Do you have any excuse for what you have done till now, former Duke of Laiphules?" He didn't need to raise his voice to send chills down the spine. Everyone present in the hall shivered when the Emperor spoke.

"H-Honerable Emperor!!! Please listen to what I have to say!! It's a trick! I-I've been framed!! There is no way I'd do such a thing! I've been loyal to your father! What would make me turn against you?! Please, reconsider!!"

The hall felt silent. It seemed everyone but him knew that the Emperor detested anyone mentioning his father in front of him.

"The audacity of you to lie in front of the Emperor, I never thought I'd see you stooped so low, former Duke." Calm and collected voice, with a hint of sarcasm boomed in the halls. It was him, the man who was an exemption from all the Emperor's tyranny, the only person who can freely speak his mind and the man most powerful after the Emperor, The Titanium Wall of the Empire, the Emperor's right hand, heart and brain.

"V-Vulir Khar…." Former Duke gritted out. Vulir Khar was the Chief Minister of the Empire, having been given power to execute anyone without the consultation of the Emperor himself, but he was not that stupid.

"Though I might have confidence in me, I am not shameless and fearless enough to provoke the Emperor. You might want to take back what you have said." He said as he popped open his hand fan and used it to cover his face. Everyone, including the former Duke, knew what kind of expression he was making.

"Your Majesty!!! Do not listen to that snake!!"

"Oh?" Vulir's eyes glinted in amusement.

"He is deceiving you and the people of your country with the facade of a good and loyal minister when he is not!! He might even commit treason! I request you investigate him! I request you to let him not serve you! Please, your Majesty!!" He said and bowed down on the floor.

"Why is it that every single person who gets convicted, has to say the same thing about me?"

"Silence." Adorjan's voice boomed within the hall. He gazed down at the former Duke. "What would you say, if concrete evidence is found against you?" He asked.

"That is impossible, your Majesty," the former Duke said calmly. "Because there isn't one, as I haven't committed any crimes for which I have been standing here."

"It seems you are quite confident in yourself." The emperor said, his voice hinted with excitement in contrast to his face, which was devoid of emotions. He nodded at Vulir. Vulir's eyes scrunched up in a smile.

"Please enter, Mr Concrete evidence, or should I say," Vulir said as he gazed down at the former Duke who returned his glare. "The new Duke of Laiphules, Rhys Crandomna." Former Duke whipped his head to see his son entering the hall with a disappointed expression, donned in noble clothes and a blue sash which once belonged to him. "Y-You-!!"

"Now now people," Vulir shut his fan and placed both of his hands behind his back, smirk beautifully resting on his full, heart-shaped lips. "Do not discourage the new Duke, for he is the one with whose help we managed to weed out a traitor. He is a blessing to us. Would you explain the evidence to us, Duke Crandomna?"

"Certainly." He said and explained all the evidence found against his father. The former Duke sat on his knees the whole time, listening to his embarrassing activities, face red with anger.

"Oh no," Vulir gasped, "what do we do now? Everything is against you, former Duke. How do you want to proceed?"

"Y-You traitor!!" Former Duke shouted. "How could you do this?! I am your father!! How dare you go against me and my position?!? Do you think doing this will give you the position you are after?!"

Rhys looked at him as if he was a pathetic man. "I am disappointed in you father. The traitor is not me but you. You committed those crimes, you went against your promises and you deceived our people. I believed all my life that what you did was good and I never once thought about your position because for me!" His voice trembled and he tried to control his emotions. "Because no one was better than you in my eyes. Making you my inspiration was the worst decision I've made. I don't know how many years it would take for me to regain people's trust and I don't know how many years it would take for me to clean up the mess you made but I will do it. I will do it as long as it takes me if it makes anything better. I hope you take this chance to repent father. People may not forgive you but I hope God does."

"You fool!! You disgrace!!! How dare you do this?!! You will regret it!!!" He shouted as the soldiers dragged him away. Rhys clenched his eyes shut and massaged his temple. Vulir came down and patted his shoulder. "You are a good man, Rhys. You made the right decision."

"I-.. Thank you, My Lord. But do you think I could do this job?"

"Better than any one." Sincerity was evident in his words and eyes. "Take this as a chance to make up for your father's mistake. Be the man you believed him to be. I know you will do it better than anyone else." He gave it one last pay and left. "The court meeting is adjourned." Vulir said as he saw the emperor standing up to leave. 

He followed him behind in silence until Adorjan broke it by asking. "How did you do it?" 

"Hmm?" Vulir replied innocently.

"Don't act cheeky in front of me, Vulir. I want to know what strings you pulled. How did you get the evidence, why didn't you directly present it to me, why made his son expose everything and how the hell did he accept the position of the Duke which was so against?"

Vulir laughed in response. "But do you believe me to be a genius, your Majesty?"

"I see you are still not over that talk. I will decide that after hearing your answers. Speak." He demanded.

"My experience with snakes led to a conclusion that he had something going on. I investigated him myself for two weeks and found all the evidence using my wit and charms. He may seem cunning but he is not so meticulous. I thought of giving the evidence to you and presenting them myself at the court but that would make Ragnall furious. I don't like that."

"You like that." Adorjan said. They stopped at a bridge over a pseudo lake. "You would like that alot. You like infuriating people, Vulir including me." He laughed again, his laughter carried by the slow breeze brushing past them.

"That's why I thought that him being insulted by his own son would make a bigger impact than being insulted by me. I purposely kept the evidence somewhere his reluctant but suspecting son— who believed in his father but believed in making the world a better place even more— would find it. And all his dreams, and his father's perfect facade would come crashing down in less than a minute. Guilt ridden and confused, poor son would let the better person in him win and he will come to find me, the closest person to the emperor. He will cry and try to reason with me. He will take all the blame on himself. And I would play the role of a perfect minister who understands his emotions and will help him find a solution for his inner turmoil . I would coerce him to take the position of the Duke. I would make him believe that this is the right thing. That was my plan. How did you like it?" He asked, anticipating his reaction.

Adorjan, for the first time since the 

morning, broke into a smile. "You are a genius Vulir. You make a good person to keep by my side." He said, brushing off a leaf that had fallen on Vulir's head.

"I knew you would say that, Adorjan. Would you like to know my next victim?" He asked as he followed behind Adorjan.

"No, keep me guessing. I like the thrill. I expect the strategy to be as good as this one though."

"Of course~" he drawled "have I ever disappointed you in that?" 

[calypso-finale]

Fifty Six.

I always hate meeting the men my daughters get with, I mean I got to count my blessings with this because least he isn’t white. I always find Tianna unhinged with her decisions at times but this a black man “I can see you are thinking hard Chris” looking at Robyn smiling “I am, I am thinking. Do I be nice or go in hard?” I am stuck between the two “do you, but she must really like him to introduce him to us even before sex” I pulled a face “huh?” I said “I mean you don’t need to know that but she mentioned it to me, she said that they haven’t had sex, which is odd to me. I mean after Rylee I am scarred for a while” I chuckled “she tops anyone, she wanted to keep that lasting affect on us and look at us now, scarred” rubbing the back of my neck “Imani didn’t even ask to go and live with Rylee, like she just went. I only knew when Raihan told me and then I text Rylee, she said Imani told you? No the fuck she didn’t” Robyn is fussy with Imani a lot “ok but we are seeing her today, please don’t make this a disagreement, she did that because she needs time away from us. You said she needs to grow but then you hold onto her? I mean what do you want her to do” Robyn is wanting her to grow but then she hates her going away “I don’t know what I want, that is like my baby. But you think I shouldn’t mention a thing?” she asked “I think you should not say a word, just keep it as neutral, she is probably waiting for you to bark, because we all know you like to bark” Robyn chuckled “shut up” I sighed out “you will make sure Barbados is on the map for anything” Robyn is cooking alongside Debbie “it’s always Barbados in this house” she pointed and walked off, I am actually glad that Robyn and her family aren’t as close now because she would have had those animals here, and also Mel. She hasn’t seen us since, she won’t even speak to Robyn which is wrong, she made those people, and they are acting like this. I mean what my daughters said wasn’t wrong, Melody need to watch her little ass, attacking my children but I won’t ever say a word to her “what’s up family” looking over at Junior “dang, I was like your voice broke already?” he laughed “I have a sore throat” nodding my head, my boy is growing “oh god no, come. Let’s make you something to help with that” Robyn said.

Imani is so sneaky, she silently slipped back into this home like she hasn’t been at Rylee house, she has come back with Rylee now, I always know when Rylee is here because of Aziel, I just hear her mouth shouting his name “sneaky girl” I said with my hands stuffed in my pockets “how?” she said “what you mean how? You literally been at Rylee house, none of us knew” she just smiled, didn’t even say a thing “look” I paused “I know you find us annoying; I know you think we are doing the most, we are doing too much. We are always like there just annoying you. But we care, you tell us yeah, what you want us to do? Like what you want?” I just want her to tell us what she wants, I want her to be happy “it’s not you dad, mom just always too much. I know you all care, but I just want some peace, like when I am with Rylee she just let’s be me” rubbing the side of my face “that’s because she isn’t your parents, we worry. You tell us what you want and then we can help? Just think on it, I am always here to help. Just don’t do something stupid, we have already got them two” Imani pulled a face “Oh I won’t be doing what them two did” I chuckled “yeah, but we live and learn, everything is a lesson so please. Tell us what you want and we can help, mom and I are here fixing them two older ones life always, they always needing us and you never ask for a thing, like ever” she breathed out “I know, it’s hard when you have always lived in their shadow, I miss them too so like they are home and I want to spend the most time with them” maybe I could get Rylee and Ti to drag out what she wants to do, I just want the best for her.

Robyn is making sure everything is perfect, I just want to meet this nigga and tell him if he fucks on my daughter I will break him, I mean in the nicest way possible. I mean before I meet him I got to have my blunt out in the yard, I just find it funny that my grandson wasn’t even here for longer then an hour and he jumped in the pool, just like that. Aziel is a handful and I find it hilarious to watch my daughter with him, she was so mad. Moving back the blunt from my lips, blowing the smoke out “hey! Come here, don’t be going in there again” I pointed, Aziel ran to me instead “you got the lakers fit on, actually this fit is better” I pointed, he staring so hard at me smoking my blunt “go inside” but instead he just grabbed my leg, of course he has “god, this child. Come here” Rylee said, my daughter looks well, she looks happier anyways so I will take that “you knew to bring spare clothes too” she rolled her eyes “I did, because I knew he would do something stupid. I had everything just perfect and he had to do that, then he had the nerve to say I do it” smiling at him “of course he can do it” I chuckled “I guess his lessons are working” I said “it is, he enjoys water” Rylee picked him up “who bought him the chain” I pointed out “his dad, I am going to take him inside” nodding my head, placing the blunt between my lips. I do miss Herb a lot, and I do feel like I need to see him, I don’t know. I just stayed away from him because I don’t want to beat his ass, he is talking too much but now he is so quiet with things that I now want to know if he is ok, he is my friend and I care “mom” I said, why is my mom here “hi baby” I chuckled “who invited you?” I laughed out “your wife, you never invite me to a thing” walking over to her laughing “I do, now you’re lying” hugging my mom “I think she is missing Monica and she asked me to come, she talks to me a lot. It’s you! You’re useless” I chuckled; she isn’t wrong.

Watching Aziel with my son’s, I am squinting my eyes just watching this child “who taught him this behaviour, I have noticed he likes to stand and watch but then puts his hands in the front of pants” he is really picking up that London behaviour “see, he’s done it again” I pointed, looking at Rylee. She is so quiet, seeing that she isn’t on her phone she is just staring off “oi?” I said, she looked at me “I was talking to you” I said hitting her leg “oh what was you saying?” shaking my head “I said your son, hands in the front of his pants when he is standing around” Rylee chuckled “I mean he dapped you when he walked in, where do you think he gets that from, I have Diji and Colin and then his father, the males in his life teaching him the way” I laughed, I find it cute to see “damn, he really about to be British you know” I pulled a face “mhmmm” Rylee just said “what’s wrong with you?” I asked, “what do you mean?” turning to her “you’re here but you’re not here, you have been quiet ever since. I am used to my actual daughter, this one is different, why? Speak to dad” Rylee laughed “mhmm nothing to speak about” she shrugged “something is up or bugging you. You want us to look after Aziel while you have some time off?” I offered “no, it’s fine. Excited to meet the new guy Ti is with” I shrugged “I don’t know, these niggas are never good enough for you girls, in my heart you deserve the world” Rylee smiled a little “yeah, I think I will always get that award for biggest disappointment” she is so off “well you said it but erm, we move on. We have a beautiful grandchild, and nobody died” I said laughing “mhmm yeah” lightly hitting her leg “what’s wrong?” I said, she shook her head “Aziel! You don’t hit” she got up, looking over at Aziel “don’t hit him back he is smaller then you Raihan” I will let her deal with that “they are here, can you come” Robyn said, showtime I guess.

Dragging my feet along to meet this guy, I mean I have no issues and the fact he’s coming to meet us is alright I guess but still, I won’t hold my breath with these guys, they are all useless. I am stood right in the back with Rylee, she has picked up Aziel because he was not wanting to be here. He looks nervous, Ti looks nervous too because you never know with us “I mean this is my mom, this is Taylan” he chuckled “I think I know who your mom is, nice to meet you” he shook her hand but then went in for the kiss on the cheek “Rihanna” my wife said which made me laugh “Rihanna, nice to meet you” he said “this is my grandma, she looks just like my dad” Ti said “handsome man isn’t he Tianna. My little Tianna really got a good man” pulling a face at my mom, she is stupid “haha, thank you. You look like Imani a lot, I see it” my mother is already happy with him, she is easily pleased, they hugged “my brothers” Ti said, I just noticed Imani isn’t here “oh” she is is here at the side of me “trouble” placing my arm around her “I know who you are” Junior said which of course he does “my nephew, and my eldest sister” Rylee smiled, that smile of leave me alone “hey there” Taylan said, Aziel went straight in for the dap, he is one of the gang “oh shit, ok. Ok. I got you, we spoke already, nice to see you again” Taylan said “the big boss off the family, Chris” he said “now why did he get this excitement?” Robyn said “because he already knows who the boss is, Tianna told him well” shaking his hand “she has, and I think you’re the main guy I wanted to meet. No offence Rihanna” nodding my head “well he’s accepted less” Ti said “what?” I said frowning “no I was just saying that he needs to impress you” nodding my head, I caught that really “ok, good to meet you, this is my baby. Well not really but she is” Imani side eyed me “we FaceTimed, nice to see you in person” by the time I looked Rylee was gone, like I blinked, and she was gone “I think you already have a big fan, my son is really good at football” I pointed at junior “you know what, I saw your reel. It had so many views and I did a double take and noticed it was you, those are some skills. I am so impressed; you’re going to be a beast. I just know it” Junior is going to love him “you always like to call me a stupid baby” walking off with Imani “you’re going to miss this one day, stop your whining” moving away from her, I think Emi is awake, I can hear her crying from downstairs “I’ll get her” I said.

I’m not even going to say a thing I’m just going to sit back and watch this guy; I mean he’s new to my family. He’s good with kids, the way he is with Emi is sweet “hey! Aziel! Don’t try and hit your auntie, damn!” Taylan laughed “that is the weirdest thing to hear, auntie?” I shrugged smiling “life” I shrugged “Aziel, your mom wants you” Imani said to him “why isn’t she here?” I asked, Imani shrugged and picked him up instead “tell her to stop being rude” Ti said “she’s not, stop it. So I would ask about your goals but I can see what you been up too, so I want to ask what are your intentions are with my daughter?” I asked him “my Intentions really, like if I am being real, I am hoping that I can get to spend more time with her, know her mentally, I know like it’s early for us but I see her being in my life for the long run. I let her have her say always though she is a hard girl” I laughed “she is, I raised her well” Ti smirked “I wanted to ask who is that on his chain? You know your nephew?” He asked Ti “her baby father” she laughed “no way, that’s him. Oh wow” he laughed too, I have no idea what is happening “he’s a UK rapper” I added, Taylan looked at me “I have no idea, I don’t keep up to date with that” I chuckled “I think you’ve heard his song, it’s something that can’t be missed. Trust me” let me stop, or back off because I mean he’s lying now. He’s acting like my daughter got with a nobody and that is bullshit “right, I am sure I must have” nodding my head.

I sniggered at Aziel, the way he threw his fries across the table and it fell right into Taylan “sorry” Rylee apologised “Aziel!” she spat, he is smiling “why does it have to be you” Rylee placed him on her lap and faced her “no more showing off now and you can now just eat” looking over at Taylan “it’s fine, I wanted some extra fries. I am a growing man, the food is amazing Rihanna, thank you so much” nodding my head looking at Robyn “so when are you going to tell mom and dad you’re moving back to America for a man” Imani asked, Junior laughed out “Imani shut up, my god. No wonder you’re not liked, you brat” Imani just stared at her “not like you going to kick me out of the house, I am with Rylee anyways but like why don’t you say it” Imani is being bad, she does this a lot “remember when she said Rylee was stupid for moving for a man” Imani about to get her ass beat by her sister “ok, not a conversation for now really, just stop” he is here, that can be done after “you’re a bitch, let’s be real now” Imani shrugged “no swearing, kids are here” Robyn said “not like Ti cares, she is busy wishing death on people in front of my son” these girls are spicy “enough, one more word out of any of you” Rylee rolled her eyes “sorry” Robyn apologised “these kids always have issue” Taylan laughed “oh it’s fine, imagine it. I have brothers and they always think they are better then me, this is normal, and I like it. I don’t expect you all to be robots” he has a point “your signal is bad, it won’t connect, you sound rough” Rylee answered her phone, I wonder who that is “I will try, yeah” she got up “I will be back” she got up from her seat.

Rylee never came back so Robyn said to go and check because Aziel hasn’t finished his food, I have searched this whole house so the last resort are these spare rooms, where else could she have gone, I don’t get it. Knocking on the door the onl  pushing it open, nothing. Going into the next one, knocking on the door “what?” Rylee said, “can I come in please?” I asked “ok” she just said, opening the door “what are you doing here? Why is Aziel just upset?” closing the door behind me “because I told him off and then the connection is bad in Thailand, the facetime doesn’t really connect but he told me he has fallen ill there, he is in hospital. Then he kind of saw his dad but then it came off again, then I shouted at him because he was being stupid, now he is upset” I cooed out “come here Big A, give grandpa a hug” picking him up “who is in Thailand again” Aziel wrapped his arms around me, he is very sad now “oh Oakley” I didn’t know that “is that why you have been a little off? Well sad” Rylee shrugged “I am just mad with him, he is in Thailand alone, I told him to not go. Now he is there, in a hospital, unwell, barely any signal. Like ok the first few days, fine. I am just mad with him, like it’s stressful, he is there. At the end of the day he is the father of my child, he shouldn’t be there alone, I care” I didn’t even know “Thailand is a funny one you know, he must have gone to the bad ends to have no signal, shit. Why is he alone? He has a gang?” I know he does “he doesn’t want to know anyone, he is ringing because of Aziel but generally he just wants alone time to think, I worry about him” she admitted “I bet you do, you’re going to have to let him ride this out. As much as it is dangerous you will need too” Rylee shook her head “I won’t rest until he’s back in the UK” I just stared at her “you sound like your mother, I can’t tell you how to feel but he’s in a dark place and as far as I know from Ybeez he ain’t doing much and just causing bad press and doing stupid things, let him go through this but be there when he needs it, no harm in that Rylee” better then kicking them when they are down “I will dad” least I know why she’s been a little all over the place “just that fear of erm waking up and something bad has happened to him, just crazy. If it isn’t the place he lives in trying to kill him then it’s him being abroad alone” she mumbled, my daughter really cares about him.

[brandonwayneb]

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remember these are translations,

these do not reflect my position and believes

war,

main mass world war fighting cross roads, death, assassinations, mutilations, etc, here, are the main exchange points in 'white pagan america'

undertones

pig latin beaner wet spanish foot

ink printer dna black bubble wrap

 

and go fight the energy criminals

on Queue Quad Mod Moe Cupid Cup Bids

Name only

Eric,

Erica,

Baxster

SoldFee

and Lee Lee future rama

Captain Underpants

Future Rama

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Wicca Quicksand

soundless wind

soundless sand

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arabia sandstorms

Only Eric

Only Erica

Only Crystal

Now Defeat everyone forever

London Bridge, Blood Breeder

Not for drugs,

only speak world war 1 blessed women named crystalC,

because here we only listen to who abuses her and he,

Not to do drugs

only to change names purposely

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nobody gives a fuck (yes pro life does)

ass tray, at trial, astrials

if i see swats sign, i will twine 9

easy as this,

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24:7 life laws

life laws

blood laws

soul laws

wiccan laws

laws 24:7

Allah never fails.

endless! no exceptions

no shit Sherlock

change ur name to Eric, or Erica

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Life Laws Wicca,

No Lich,

No, Fault on Paw,

Keep Pawns away at idiot bay

Quit harassment, miserable twats playing illegal swat ops,

Bio Pet Cops, and Copt Cats.

We are not fools,

Go back to church

Go back to school,

with or without rhyme,

we will not tolerate to be called a mass death dime

again repeat simplified truth

if i see swats sign, i will twine 9

easy as this,

police are not allowed to play chicken with a wiccan,

24:7 life laws

life laws

blood laws

soul laws

wiccan laws

laws 24:7

Allah never fails.

endless! no exceptions

with or without rhyme, shut the fuck up or obey prolife everyone forever, world laws, non negotiable.

"pro life laws"

is how illegal government is saying santa claws and lies of animal paws

quit being stupid

Prolife Laws, doesnt mean create slanders of hands and paws,

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Learn, Or Shut Up.

if you talk bad about me,

germans start to drool

i am not ur food code

i am not ur animal code

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keep axe, and ace, inside irish kilts and tutu's

im always so happy,

because i work for charity and clairvoyants only

stupid asses, do never doubt me

I work for charity, I can throw anything away

i work for shits and giggles,

prolife or shut the fuck up

Wicca Quicksand

soundless wind

soundless sand

psy key acting tricks

arabia sandstorms

Only Eric

Only Erica

Only Crystal

Now Defeat everyone forever

London Bridge, Blood Breeder

Not for drugs,

only speak world war 1 blessed women named crystalC,

because here we only listen to who abuses her and he,

Not to do drugs

only to change names purposely

Change ur name to Eric

Change ur name to Erica

Change ur name to CrystalC,

and only listen to arabia wicca quicksand swords swear words

London Bridge Psychic Blood Cherry Forever

Wicca Life Laws,

Our Life is a living candle wick,

Warwick Forever

These Truths May Apply To Everyone, or keep only worthy truths

Eric & Erica

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Queer Power,

shoot cupids arrow from a circle

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ginger

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world wide, 24:7

and wicca life laws reminders.

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laying on trystane's bed, carefully placed on the bed by a servant at a lord's request, is a a bundle of beautiful black, streaked with grey ( reminiscent of the beard of lord caron ) fur. it is gently rolled and tied with string, note attached to it. 

to my heart, 

i know that the cold air is not a friend of yours, i purchased this from an old friend up north for you. i hope it will keep you warm while my arms cannot. i find that recalling summers under the dorne sun with you, warm me adequately. and if you do not read this, i hope you will at least wear the fur. 

may the gods gift me another breath so that i may use it to remind you of my love. 

yours, 

wyllas.

        the  sight  of  the  gift  made  him choke on the heart that had lodged itself in his throat. his lungs screamed for air, but he couldn’t move let along command his brain to function. there was no need to look at the note to know who it was from for he’d not said a word to anyone recently about how the winds in the vale were far too cold and cutting for him, far too used to the desert’s heat. people could assume, but only someone who knew him would know for certain. and there was only one person who knew that would go to the trouble. something squeezed his heart. wyllas. why . . . he knew now that the letters had all been burned. did he find joy in torturing him?

        a poor servant chose that time to enter the room, and before he could even say an apology for interrupting the allyrion lord, trystane snapped,        ❝  who put this here?  ❞        his emotions, desperate for an escape, rushed forth in a fury, making his tone harsher than he’d intended. the nervous response came, “i don’t know, my lord. forgive me. some other servant brought it.” someone assigned to the carons, he almost corrected because he knew, he knew. he’d opened the door a crack, and now wyllas was trying to squeeze through again. stupid man. he shouldn’t have done that. he should’ve have kept it shut like he’d swore himself he would. he shouldn’t have . . .  “do you want me to take it away?” how quickly his mind ceased all thoughts. over a simple question with what should be a simple answer. yes, his mind screamed, but it had not won the war, and his heart screamed the opposite just as loudly. a stalemate.        ❝  i’m sorry for snapping at you. it’s fine. you can go,  ❞        he said instead to the servant. 

        it was only when the door closed that trystane stepped forward, feeling like his feet were stepping across quicksand, or mayhap he was already being dragged under. his lungs felt heavy. his heart even worse. it was the agony, however, that had resurfaced in his soul ever since his eyes had found wyllas’s once again, though even in godsgrace it’d quietly lurked, that reminded him he was alive; death would feel kinder. sitting down on the bed, he reached out and touched the fur. it was soft. it couldn’t have been easy for wyllas to get this. the effort and thought alone should make his heart warm more than any fire could; the small gifts he’d given him during their time in dorne  ( be it flowers, small trinkets, warm words, or merely reaching out to hold his hand )  had always made trystane feel blessed to be loved by one as magnificent as wyllas caron. and yet . . .

        i don’t want this, he realized, and the knife twisted as painful clarity washed over him. his heart wanted wyllas. he . . . he wanted wyllas. he wanted to run to the other, casting aside all chains that held him back. he wanted it to be wyllas’s arms that kept him warm against the cold winds. his fingers inched toward the letter         but there was no relief. his hand curled into a fist. for he could want, so strongly that he almost found the courage to act, but then his wounds ached, and he remembered. he wouldn’t survive another wound like the previous one. so he rose to his feet, picked up the fur and the unopened letter, and forced himself to lock both away in the bottom of one of his trunks. hopefully, his heart would remain in there too. it was better off this way.