#car ju-jitsu

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Making Dreams a Reality -Martin Whitlock

I needed Martin content and there is only so many fics written so far and while many of them are fucking amazing, I’ve read them all so I figured, make your own (especially since several people asked for a Martin fic), and make him an Obsessive Yandere Stalker! So without further ado, Yandere Martin Whitlock!

Warning:This is a Dark Yandere!Martin fic with potentially disturbing content, know your limits before reading Dark stories.

This Dark Content includes: Stalking, Use of Roofies,Forced Oral in Sleep (Fem Receiving), Somnophilia, Non/Dub Con, Manipulation, Naked Photos Taken while Asleep,Use of Daddy Kink, Severe Obsession

DD:DNE

Martin had always been a loner, from a very young age he had no friends, was constantly alone, and preferred the company of his skink that he had had since he was 12. He was comfortable in his solitude and always had been…until her.

Y/n L/n. She worked in the bookshop across the street from his favorite Vinyl shop and he found himself going there more and more just to watch her through the window at the register, checking out customers or reading a book. In fact he was there so much that the owner of the Vinyl shop clearly noticed what he was doing and found it funny. The 60 something year old man commented on how “fine” the young girl truly was and that the boy should just “toss her over his shoulder and carry her on home” if he likes her this much.

The Vinyl shop in town was closed for only a day before it reopened with a new manager that was an older lady. She loved to play her music and sing, not caring at all about how long Martin hung around, often appreciating having a strong young man that is willing to help move the boxes of books upon delivery. She only ever commented on the girl he stares at once, encouraging him to go down the street to the flower shop and get her a bouquet to ask her on a date like men did in her day. He loved her sweet idea and made a mental note to bring her flowers one day when she was his girl to spoil her like she deserved.

His girl was lovely. The faces she would make as she read were adorable and Martin found he was smiling to himself every time she smiled or stuck her tongue out between her lips as she focused particularly hard as she counted money in the till. She was precious…and she was his.

As Martin laid in his bed, cum splattered across his stomach and chest after his third time jerking off that night, he knew that he couldn’t go on like this. His imagination could only get him so far.

He needed the real thing.

He needed Y/n…And so he would have her.

It was easy to put his plan into action considering he had been stalking her for almost a year by that point. He paid one of the guys he often does car-jitsu with to follow her in a very obvious way, steering her away from her usual direction home and towards the parking lot where they fight. Martin knew that if she was being followed that she would be drawn to a group of people and he was completely correct.

The first time he saw her out of work (when he wasn’t following her home as she’s just as much of a home body as he is) was from inside the car and he locked eyes with her, instantly trying to push down the reaction his cock was having from seeing the girl he’s wanted to shove it into for months as well as the adrenaline. He nodded his head to her, smiling and she blushed as she watched him pin the man, twisting his arm until he tapped out with the other one. She looked around apprehensively and he made a show of seeming concerned, opening the car door and stepping out, scanning over the small crowd quickly and seeing his buddy had disappeared like he was supposed to…Martin can take it from here.

‘Hi there. Haven’t seen you here before, I would’ve remembered you. Usually its always the same girls or kids recording us.’ He joked, chuckling awkwardly.

‘Oh, no. I’ve never-um…there was this big guy following me after work and I ended up here cause I didn’t want him to know where I lived…I’m sorry, I’m fucking you up right now!’ She apologized as the next guy was rushing Martin to get back into the car.

‘No, please don’t apologize love. Stay and hang out for a bit until you’re sure he’s gone, in fact I’ll walk you home. I won’t let anyone touch you, Scouts honor…I wasn’t a Boy Scout but you get it.’ He got her to smile and he loved it even more than every other smile he’d seen because he’d made it happen. ‘I’m Martin by the way.’

‘Y/n. Nice to meet you Martin, and thank you. Take your time, I’m not in a rush. I would love to see more of…this?’

And so she stayed. He went three more rounds before giving his place over to walk her home. He hated “quitting” but for her? He would tap out a million times over.

‘Where do you work? Must be close if you’re walking.’ Martin spoke, trying to get the basic knowledge that he needed to know out of the way without her realizing that he already knew it.

‘Oh, I work at Plot Twist, the book shop on the corner back there. It was always my happy place in school and when I turned 16 the owner offered me a job since I practically worked there anyway.’ She explained and he could see how much she loved it.

‘That’s cool. You like to read?’

‘Constantly. It’s a perfect job, I get fantastic discounts and I get to read all day when I don’t have to stock or ring people up. Plus the coffee shop next door has great hot chocolate.’ She giggled.

This was a new sound for Martin that he had never heard before and it shot straight to his dick. ‘That sounds really cool, perfect for you. I’ve never been much of a reader but I’ll stop in sometime, I spend a lot of time in the Vinyl shop across the street, I’ve definitely seen you before-I knew you looked familiar.’ He teased making her smile.

‘Well, stop in and I promise I’ll find you something you’ll like. I’ll even give you my employee discount…this is me.’ She said stopping at an apartment complex.

‘Need me to walk you in?’ He offered but she shook her head.

‘You’ve done more than enough Martin. I really appreciate it.’

‘Anytime Y/n, it was really nice talking to you.’ As she moved to open the door he took hold of her hand and bowed his head before kissing her knuckle sweetly, grinning and making her laugh at his teasing.

‘Goodnight Martin.’ With that he watched her walk inside before turning and making his way back home, his erection pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

He had touched her! Only her hand, but her skin was so soft he couldn’t help but imagine it on him everywhere. He was so focused on touching her that he hadn’t even asked for her number like he meant to but she had invited him to her work, he would get it tomorrow. For now, he knew he would be desperately fucking his hand until his cock was raw or until he finally passed out.

‘Welcome to Plot Twist, is there anything that you’re-Martin!’ He watched his girls face light up as he walked in and he was instantly thrilled that he brings her so much happiness. He did have to readjust himself though as she walked around the counter and pulled him into a hug, her breasts pressing to his chest. ‘Are you ready to find a book? What kinds of things are you into besides car fights?’ She teased and he found he couldn’t stop staring at her smile.

‘I’m…I don’t know? I love my skink and music I suppose-‘

‘Music!’ She cut him off. ‘What kinds of music? You strike me as a Hard Rock kind of guy, Maybe you’d be more into magazines? We have a tons of music magazines that you’d probably like? Rocksound? Revolver? I personally love Kerrang myself-‘

‘Oh, I love Kerrang! Gotta order it though, but it’s worth it cause they always have awesome interviews!’ Martin found himself truly surprised by her interest but he was happy for it, he had known that he made a good choice on Y/n and she just kept proving him right the more she talked.

‘Well you can get it here. We don’t get many copies but I always snag one off the top every month. I can do the same for you if you’d like and put it off to the side? Actually, there was one put on hold to be picked up before noon today and they never came, interested?’

‘Fuck Yeah, you are awesome! Gotta make sure I can keep getting them every issue, I have all of them dating back to the beginning.’ He really did have every issue but he knew that was likely to get her attention and give her a reason to come to his place.

‘Oh my God, what?! All of them?’ He nodded.

‘All the way back to June 1981, you should come and check them out sometime. It’s nice to talk to someone who shares my interests in this shitty town.’

‘I would Love that Martin, yeah! When?’ She asked, moving back behind the counter and looking along the shelf, pulling the magazine from the brown paper bag that it had been on hold in.

‘What time are you off? You can come to mine and hang out? Music, horror movies, pizza?’ Martin knew that with anyone else he would come off as awkward and weird but he knew his girl didn’t see that at all and she was quick to agree to the date.

‘Okay! Yeah, I’m done at 5 and I’m off tomorrow, so we can hang out for as long as we want.’ She scanned the magazine alnd applied her discount like she had promised before handing him the bag with a smile.

He didn’t know how long they stood there like that just smiling at each other but they were shaken out of it by the bell above the door that rang as a man walked in. ‘Okay, well I’ll come and meet you here at 5 then.’

‘See you then.’ With that he was out the door, turning back and smiling at her to see her watching him as well.

‘I’m here to pick up a magazine I put on hold yesterday. The name is Barker.’ Martins eyes widened and Y/n just seemed to roll her at him.

‘I said it would be held until noon, it is after noon sir, so sorry. Be here on time next time, like I told you-the magazine is very popular.’ He held in his snort until he got out of the store, grinning like an idiot and nearly running home to clean his room. He pulled out all of the magazines and ordered a pizza to be delivered at 6:30 before showering and washing the blood off of him from the night before that hadn’t come off from just scrubbing his face.

Martin thought about what Y/n’s hands would feel like. They would be soft and amazing, and he’s sure she would clean blood off of him after every night of car-jitsu. She would tend to him like a good girlfriend and he couldn’t wait for it, determined to feel exactly what her hands felt like that night.

He met her at the bookshop right on time and walked her back to his place where they spent the next hour reading through the magazines and talking about their favorite bands. She surprised him a bit with her knowledge but it only made him all the more confident that she was made just for him.

They ate dinner when it arrived and he decided that he couldn’t do without her anymore, he needed to ensure she didn’t leave him. He ended up doing something he knew was wrong but he couldn’t help himself as he made her tea and crushed up the sleeping pills into a white powder, pouring them into the hot drink before delivering it to her on his bed.

They laid there together and she willingly snuggled close to him as they watched her favorite horror movie, staying exactly like that until the medication began taking effect and her eyes began falling shut.

‘God I’m tired…must have been a longer day than I realized…I should get home.’ She yawned but his arm tightened around her waist.

‘You can stay. You shouldn’t be walking this late anyway. I don’t want anything happening to you.’ He admitted and she paused but nodded, not in a place to argue with how exhausted she was.

‘I’m sorry. I’m so tired…I-I don’t…’

‘Me too…I feel like I need a nap…’ Martin responded, pretending to be tired too, laying down onto the bed and giving her space before she did, pulling the blanket over her and closing his eyes and waiting for her to pass out. She actually snuggled up to what she assumed was his sleeping body before passing out.

That was way too easy. He made a vow that he would protect her from anything and everything from that moment on, never leaving her in any kind of danger other than himself considering how easy it was to drug her and she didn’t even question her sudden sleepiness.

He pulled the blanket back down, leaning close and nuzzling into her neck where he licked a trail up to her ear. ‘So fucking perfect Darling. Daddies gonna take such care of you…all mine! Gonna make you feel so good.’ His hands moved to pull at her dress, pushing it up and kissing down her chest and belly, shoving his face between her legs and inhaling deeply. ‘Fuck! I’m gonna taste you for fucking hours!’ He got the dress off of her before pulling out his phone and taking a picture of her pretty red lace panties. He couldn’t stop himself from taking another one before repositioning her and taking another. She was the loveliest thing he had ever seen and he was determined to convince her to pose for him later in their relationship.

Martin pulled her panties down her legs before leaning back down and kissing her thighs several times. She smelled of the pomegranate mango body wash that he knew she used as well as her arousal, a fact that just got him more hard when he realized that she was wet. Sticking his tongue out, Martin gave her cunt a test lick, tasting her for the first time and knowing that he would never get enough of her. He had waited for this moment for so long and it was just as perfect as he imagined, especially as Y/n let out a loud moan upon his lips wrapping around her clit, sucking firmly. It was him! He was here doing this! He was the one making her feel so good!

His cock was throbbing and he could barely stand it anymore, pulling his pants and boxers down before lifting her legs around his waist and resting his member against her slit. Sliding his cock up and down against her was made simple with just how wet she really was. ‘Fuck Y/n, so God damn perfect, aren’t you baby? Daddy’s good little girl, giving me your wet little cunt, never keeping her away from me again.’ He’d already had to wait a year for this moment, he would never wait again, he would make his baby so horny for him that she’ll allow him to use her whenever he wants. ‘You’ll be my needy little baby, won’t you? Yeah, you will. My desperate little Princess.’ He pressed his lips to hers, having to physically restrain himself from not only biting her flesh and leaving hickeys on her but from pressing his cock into her and filling her with everything he had just for her. It was for her, everything that he was belonged to her and Martin truly believed that the only place his cum belonged was inside of his girl-not yet though. He couldn’t risk losing her.

Instead he sat back and finished onto her stomach, panting heavily before taking one final picture, saving them into a private folder that needed a password to access and moving to clean her off. Martin enjoyed the act of cleaning her up, something that he knew he would continue to enjoy doing every time that they were together, determined to make her feel how loved she was. Pulling her clothes back on was simple before covering her with a blanket and laying snuggled up into her side, cuddling into her for the night.

Martin awoke the next morning around 9 and enjoyed his morning with her, watching her sleep peacefully for about 20 minutes before she began moving, opening her eyes just as he shut his and felt her moving around. He peeked his eyes open, watching her move the blanket and check her clothes, seeing that she was still dressed and he had to resist the urge to smirk.

Y/n laid back down, moving closer to him and snuggling him before he groaned, opening his eyes and stretching. ‘Good morning…how did you sleep?’ He asked, smiling at her and watching her blush sweetly.

‘Really well. Your bed is comfortable. I’m still a little groggy but I’m too hungry to care.’ He smiled wider at that, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

‘Let’s order breakfast, I don’t want to move yet. You’re too comfy.’ He teased, nuzzling into her neck and she giggled, settling down against him and letting him enjoy his nuzzling as much as he liked. ‘You’re so soft.’ He spoke before taking a chance and kissing her neck softly. Y/n just tightened her grip on him and so he did it again, kissing up her neck behind her ear. ‘I’ve been dying to kiss you since I first saw you…tell me that I can?’ He whispered to her and she nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck as he moved to press his lips to hers. He settled a hand on her back as his other rested on her hip, rolling them over so that he was on top of her and her legs came up to wrap around his waist. Martin moved his hand to her exposed thigh and pushed it up her soft skin, hearing her moan. He pushed his hips up, grinding against her clothed cunt, her moan turning to a soft whimper and he could feel his cock harder than ever rubbing against her.

‘Don’t stop…Fuck Martin!’ She threw her head back as he trailed his lips back to her neck, sucking and nipping at her skin teasingly before she humped her hips up against him hard. His hands grabbed onto her thighs and he pulled her legs around him tighter, grinding down into her harder than before, feeling the needy mess that she was becoming.

‘You feel so good Princess.’ He mumbled, her hands tangling into his hair and pulling his lips back to hers. He licked her bottom lip and she parted them to let him in, his tongue tasting her for the first time and moaning loudly. He pulled at her dress and her hands moved to yank it over her head, leaving her in her panties which he got a quickly view of, enjoying her exposed tits before she pulled him back into the kiss. He humped his hips against her harder, her legs tightening before she released him again to pull her panties off and dragging his boxers down enough to free his leaking cock which instantly pressed to her slit, the head rubbing against her clit hard enough for her to cry out against his lips. ‘Fuck, you’re so wet…’ he mumbled, never pulling away from her lips. ‘Please? Let me inside? I’ll fuck you so good Princess…fuck! Let Daddy make you feel good…’ He lifted her waist to press harder to her wet slit, her pussy lips parting for his cock as he rubbed against her deliciously.

‘Want you inside me…please?’ She whimpered and he moved to take ahold of his cock, pressing against her hole and pushing into her in one deep movement.

‘Oh Fuck! So tight…perfect fucking pussy…’ he thrust up into her roughly, his tongue licking up her jaw to the shell of her ear while she continued whimpering like a needy whore. ‘Been thinking about this pussy since the moment I first saw you…I knew you’d be so tight for me! All fucking mine now, aren’t you baby?’

‘Yes! Yours Martin! All yours! Oh God!’

‘You wanna cum for me, baby? Wanna cream on my cock? Gonna squeeze me so tight while I fill this little cunt, aren’t you?’

She whimpered, nodding into his neck frantically. ‘Yes! Yes, please?! Please let me cum?!’ Y/n begged, Martin feeling the tears falling from her eyes onto the skin of his shoulder. God, she’s so desperate, he knew she was perfect but his girl is a little slut too. His perfect little slut to fuck and fill over and over.

‘Cum for me baby, cum for me while I fill your cunt full of me! Gonna fuck you until you’re leaking around my cock, my messy little pussy!’

‘Yes! Yours, g-gonna-Fuck! Oh God!’ She cried out quite loudly as she clamped down on his cock like the most beautiful vice grip he’s ever felt. A jolt of pleasure shot up his spine as he came, burying his cock as deep into her as he could and filling her womb with everything he had for her, immediately praying that it takes.

‘Such a little good girl for me. Gonna let your Daddy cum in this hole over and over again until your belly starts growing my baby. Fuck!’ He was still hard, not willing to stop fucking her yet now that he has her. He’s been waiting for her for too long.

‘M-Martin! Oh fuck! What-‘

‘I’m not done with you yet Princess. Told you your gonna be leaking by the time I’m finished!’ He tucked his arms under her back and lifted her up as he sat back on his knees, thrusting up into her body.

‘Oh God! So d-deep! Please-‘

‘Don’t worry Princess, I’m gonna fill you up again. Your womb will be stuffed full of me, I promise! Gonna give you my babies!’ She cried out, pleasure mixing with the pain as he rammed his cock so deep it hurt, fucking her harder than she thought possible but it was so perfect she never wanted him to stop. ‘That’s it Y/n! This body is all mine now, this tight little hole is gonna take everything I give her and beg me for more! Fuck! Take My Cum!’

‘Ahh! Too much!’

‘Never too much for my pussy, she takes everything I give her. Takes Me So-Ahh! Good! Fuck!’ He growled deep in his chest, one arm around her waist and the other holding her shoulder as he pulled her down onto his cock hard and shot his cum straight up into her body.

Y/n had never let anyone cum inside of her before and she never could have imagined someone filling her so much but she could feel the stretch from how full she was and it hurt but it felt so good she could only cry as she came on his cock, squirting around him and making a slick mess all over his thighs.

‘Fuck…such a mess you made my love. Did I make you feel so good you needed to squirt all over me?’ She nodded, tears still leaking from her eyes as he still held her down onto his cock, not about to move from her body. ‘You’re all mine now. I’m gonna fill you with my cum everyday until you are crying in pleasure.’ He promised, pressing his lips to hers softly.

Martin laid her back onto the bed and stayed deep inside of her, his cock kissing her womb perfectly after having battered it painfully with his cock and forcing his jizz into her. He kissed over her face sweetly as she began to drift back off to sleep after the physical exertion.

‘That’s my good girl, you go to sleep. When you wake up we’ll talk all about moving you in here with me. Gonna take good care of my girl and my baby she’ll soon be carrying.’ He swore, kissing her cheek softly before pulling the blankets up over the both of them.

After nearly a year he finally has her just the way he wants her and he will never let her out of his grasp again.

Aemond T. Masterlist

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

have you people heard about carjitsu? ju jitsu in a car? where you can choke out your opponent with a seat belt? this is indecent. they’re panting and moaning and mounting in there

[karimwillia]

Our Little Secret 🤫 Pt. 2

“It's on everybody's mind, about you and I They think so, but they don't really know”

Warnings: Teen AU

The week was turning out to be perfect. The pair quickly got into a routine. AZ’s alarm is smooth jazz that gently wakes them at 5:30am. From there they both get up to do some working out. Ri used the time to get film because AZ already had the home gym area equipped with a trampoline, and tumbling mats for Ri to do her cheer stunts on. AZ is a martial artist so she uses the time to get into shape. She is a 2nd Degree Black belt in Taekwondo, and lower ranking belts in Judo and Ju-Jitsu. AZ has competed in a few international competitions and won. She is also internationally ranked. All things no one knows at school. After workouts they shower and find clothes to match each other somehow. They do something for the day normally with friends, they then come home help cook, watch a movie and settle in for the night. The domestic life suits them; they can hug, touch, kiss, and cuddle with no limit. It's heaven.

A smooth jazz version of ICU is playing. AZ stirs awake with Ri in her arms not wanting to move “Baby come on time for workouts.” Ri scrunches her face with a whine. “Mmm not today let’s stay in bed.” AZ chuckles. “Why Baby you never want to stay in bed?” Ri finds AZ’s lips with her eyes closed pecking them. “I know but it’s day three and I just want to make this the longest week ever. If we never get it up, we will have a longer day.” “Baby that is not how that works but I will stay in bed with you. I like it here.” Ri licks her tongue along AZ’s jaw. “It is how it works.” AZ bites Ri’s cheek with no teeth in return. “You just licked me so you could be right. That’s not fair. If we never get up I won’t have to take you on the date I have planned.” Ri pops her head up and grins. “A date!? Oh yes please I want to have you on my arm so bad. Where are we going!? I don’t need anyone…” AZ cuts Ri off with a kiss to calm her. “Baby we are heading out of town for the day. Michigan City is about an hour away. They have a small zoo and some art galleries. We can make a day trip and no one will be there. Pack a bag.”

The girls pack and AZ gets behind the wheel to head out. “AZ Auntie is calling.” “Thank you Griot answer.” Holding hands over the armrest both girls smile as Okoye’s voice fills the car over the speakers. “Ahhh you two did not make this bed before you left. We have not hired the maid yet and Shuri Azari, you know better.” Both of them wince at the tone of Auntie’s voice. The girls have basically been living in AZ’s room like a small apartment so they have been lacking in the tidying up department. They will have to find a better cleaning routine. Okoye was not pleased at all by the unmade bed and blankets all over the couch. “Auntie, we are so so sorry. AZ and I were just in a rush. I wanted to spend this time with her, but I will personally clean the room top to bottom when we get back.” Ri always had a way with words that always made people forget what they were angry with her about. Okoye sighed knowing that this time is precious for them but still they have to do better. “Ahhh ok but as soon as you step foot in this house you will clean. As a matter of fact it will be Azari who does it. Be safe my iintsana.” With no verbal protest AZ shakes her head in disbelief how is it all on her?

The phone hangs up and the music starts up once more. SZA’s Snooze is playing over the speaker and AZ brings Ri’s hand to her mouth to kiss it. “You would be one hell of a lawyer, how did you sway her to give me the punishment? Also you smell like me.” Ri smiles warmly with no teeth. “I may have sprayed your cologne. I love to have it on me. But I don’t know how I just appealed to her nature. Auntie knows we don’t get the same freedom to date so I just made her feel bad.” Ri and AZ start to laugh. “Oh that is so wrong but soon no one will have a say in your life my Love. You will be 18 with money and a place to stay. We can love and live all we want then.” Ri huffs she hates this topic because while she understands the logic she wants to defy the logic. “AZ please I don’t care about being 18 if they kick me out they kick me out. I love you so much it hurts to be away from you. It hurts to act as if I don’t know you are at school or on the street. It hurts that I have to fear someone “outing me” to people who barely know me, let alone care for me. In order to be with you.” Tears start to well in her eyes. This has always been a conversation but AZ honestly does not want to convince her to wait anymore either.

The logic has been wearing thin over the past few months for AZ as well. She has only been trying to stick with her same song and dance to hide her true feelings. Losing T’Challa left her reeling and not having the ONE person she wanted by her side tore her apart. The emotions of grief were hard enough so the emotions of missing her girlfriend had to take a back seat. This has been causing her to resent everyone, especially Ri’s parents. In the moment of seeing her Love cry AZ could not hold back anymore. Pulling over into a rest stop AZ gets out of the car and walks over to Ri’s side with no words spoken. She just simply opens the door and pulls her girlfriend firmly into a hug. One they both needed. “If you no longer want to hide then we do not have to. I long to love you out loud so much Ri so whatever you want to do we will do it. I just need a few weeks to figure out how to protect your share of the company and money.” Ri cry’s softly into AZ's chest. “Baby I want to come out to my family, nothing crazy and I want to have pictures of us on social media.” She laughs at how almost silly it sounds. AZ cups her face kissing her sweetly. “We can do that in two weeks. Give me two weeks. I will post you every hour.” They dry their tears and continue to Michigan City.

The date was amazing. AZ arranged for them to have a pottery class, dinner and a walk along the lake at Washington Park. They held hands and kissed so many times Ri’s lips were numb. On the beach cuddled up they got a little more hot kissing a little longer than normal. It was getting dark so they thought it was fine only a few people walked by. Unknown to them Viv AZ’s arch nemesis and Ri’s frenemy was recording a live. All hell was about the break loose.

“Hey all out in boring ass Michigan City my family forced me out here to spend the evening. People are so gross it’s a couple out here kissing let’s get a look. Oh oop…is that who I think it is. A FREAK and Rihanna Williams out here kissing oh wow!!!” Viv zooms in, getting a clear view of them to the point they cannot deny it’s them. AZ and Ri both get a call at that same moment. It is Miles and MJ respectively. They are warning them in shock AZ calmly gets up and walks over to Viv who she sees maybe 20 yards away now that she is paying attention. AZ walks up and with no hesitation grabs the phone and shuts off the live.

Viv scrams. “You weirdo give me my phone! I will press charges for property damage if you break it!” AZ has a look of pure hate for Viv in her eyes. “No…” Rihanna speaks over AZ stopping the entire confrontation. “Vivian Greene you clout chasing bitch. She didn’t break it nor will she. You are weird for filming people without permission. That’s a criminal offense but we all know you are not new to being in trouble with the law.” Handing her back the phone. Ri stares at Viv with a smirk.

Notifications from everyone are going wild in Viv’s dms but the live’s recording has already been wiped. Viv smirks back, “Maybe so but you would never want your parents to find out about your little relationship. It’s honestly sick.” AZ steps up even though she would never use her skills to hurt someone she will use them to protect. “Vivian, you have two seconds to back away from Ri. Or I will just have to move you. The video was live so it may have already reached her parents. Just know that my lawyers will have contact with you soon about this matter.”

Viv glared at AZ and backed up seeing how muscular AZ actually is. “I hope they disown you for good Ri. You could have had any boy in the school but you wanted this thing!” AZ’s face is stern; she is ready to drop Viv if she takes one step. “Viv you’re just mad it isn’t you I chose or do you not remember the time you tried to kiss me in 8th grade. Also where is your daughter? Or are you still going with her being your sister?”

Viv stared at Ri with a mixture of embarrassment and hatred. “So what? She may be my child but at least I’m not gay!” Riri stands there with a smirk playing on her lips. “Oh so not only being denied a kiss by me in the 8th grade but having a threesome with a girl and the boy you got pregnant by is not at least bisexual? That’s cute.” Viv backs up more. “Fine Williams you win but I also hope you are prepared for your Mommy and Daddy to be on your case.”

@somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi

[detectivegoldstein]

James at a glance

"Burnout is a bone-tired, soul-tired, heart-tired, kind of exhaustion"

NAME: James Raymond Goldstein

ALIASES: Former last name was Spencer until he was adopted at 16 by the Goldsteins

AGE: 55 [Born January 6th]

OCCUPATION: Deputy Head Ranger, former West Watch Ranger, former Homicide Detective of NYPD

ARRIVED: Mid October 2023

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Male, He/Him

SEXUALITY: Bisexual, preference for particularly masculine men and all women (so he says, but James' taste in men has a history of being very diverse)

QUIRKS: Spattering of tattoos and scars, each having different stories to tell from James’ life. A bit of a goof once you get to know him.  Adores cats. Is incredibly good at his job but has two major fears: clowns and bugs.  Tends to be a workaholic because he genuinely believes in the good he can put out in the world through his profession.  Is adept at both boxing and ju-jitsu. Has blue-yellow color blindness. Terrified of two things: clowns and bugs, especially spiders.

BIOGRAPHY

James lost his biological parents in a fatal car accident when he was 11 years old. That same accident also took his memories, leaving him with only obituaries and photographs to link him to his lost family. For 5 years he bounced around the foster care system, the experience ranging from okay to downright horrific.

At 16, a girl in his class named Emma refused to leave the brooding boy alone, somehow knowing that his bark was far worse than his bite. With a great deal of patience and effort from Emma, the two eventually became close friends and James opened up about what he had to live with in the system. Heartbroken, the girl brought her friend home to meet her parents, and without even asking the Goldsteins knew what needed to be done.

His new family gave James all the love and support they could offer, helping him to flourish and thrive. Things went fairly well for James throughout his adult years.  Sure, his love life was abysmal, too many partners complaining of him already being married to his job, but overall, he was happy.  It was a good life, while it lasted.

James would never admit it to anyone but working Homicide for 24 years really was starting to take a toll on him.  He never talked to anyone about how it was affecting him, seeing the most depraved of humanity.  It was becoming harder to go into work each day.  Of course he still kept in contact with his family, especially Emma as those two remained inseparable since their teen years. But when their parents passed away from health complications, and Emma disappeared a few years later, James mental health took an immediate nose dive.

After spending far too many nights drowning himself in any liqueur he could get his hands on, James decided to quit the force. His Chief suggested he take a leave of absence instead, take some personal time to allow himself to heal from the heart wrenching work and grieve his lost family, not wanting to lose one of their best detectives. After some consideration James agreed. He packed up his bags, made sure his cat MIssy was comfortable in the passenger seat of his beater, and took off.

While James promised his boss he would take time to himself, what he was actually doing was using this opportunity to follow any leads on what happened to his beloved sister. The last trace lead to West Virginia....

[jude-thedude98]

Mr. O'Rion Rippington's Riptide

Don't wanna uncap the pen

The pen be mightier than the words

Sword so fiercely, magically clean it hurts to say the whole name

Rip-tides of water flowin' over my head right

Through the cable car the fray this sword wields still kills

Monsters who tried to befriend and eat me

Swoosh

Another one dead, ph well

This celestial bronze is a percy jackson mom's blue coated anything

A piece of home I keep close, so don't touch my pocketeses or you'll be experiencing

The wrath of God's

Greek chariots barreling down in mustang Sally's

Apollo's 13 year old self still looks older than Artemis and her hunters by their self

Try to set war on me?

I'm tighter than titans teens pulled from Ares magazines

New York times showing things that I thought you heard from the grapevine

Dionysus

Wine God sippin on diet coke

Or calypso

Teachin communication and healing like Hermes ju jitsu

No need to chase the wisdom

Annabeth and Athena already got the blueprints schematics planned out and defeated

Touching blue notes

Come see me in the underground

Labyrinth

Math width

Protractor protractin'

Absent

Down in the forges Hey Festus!

Happy the dragon by Leo Valdez of Hephaestus

Chest to chest with Aphrodite

Love my valentining

We all, like Piper McLean and Selena Beauregard pineing

Love striking

They say it don't twice

Zeus lightning

Can't fight me

I'm part of the big three

Holy trinity

This my house of hades

And my Mount Olympus

Gay Pride like Nico brown Hazel but I'm still deep though

A lil king of the underworld a lil king of the mainstream

Poseidon with the triton

Seafoam rise up

Pegasi fly up!

Call Blackjack when you need a favor

And he'll pull up

Wait while I tend the fire

Hestia

Didn't your mother ever tell you not to get next to ya

Flame

Retardants

Come bombarding my city

I'll hit you with the grace of Jason and Thalia

And in case you thank that's not enough

Following ya

Will be two satyrs: one Glees9n, one Grover

A cyclops named Tyson who can AND will roll you over

A wooden plank to short to fuse from my man Zhang Frank

And frankly that should be enough

But my Mrs. O'Leary is teary eyed if I don't take her on the ride

So come try to take a bite out of this crime

Hellhound! Sick em!

Raisin' wild flowers like Demeter

This my pen's call of the wild, Pan

So don't sleep on me hypnosis

Or I promise I'll unleash The Mother Wrath of Hera

I'm half Mr. Alias Nightmare / M.A.N.

And half demisexual demigod

Hm, how kind of odd?

Call me Jude PoetAll

Lupe

Phillip, Fenix, Felix, or Felipe

A novelist I am, ots obvious

So I guess I'm Jarel with the dot

All alter egos on spot

That's why all I ever need is my Kid Ink

And I promise this imagination station will NEVER stop

So here I go

Until the next time I need to swing MY Riptide

Ima sign it with

The Last Olympian

@story.

[tinymiko]

Coffee and cream

Henry Cavill/ thick woman

Rough sex, swearing, road rage, one night stand lots of swearing seriously I have a filthy mouth

So this is the first time sharing here and the first fic like this I've ever written be gentle. Also it's 4:50am and I'm doing this on my phone so formatting sucks.

Coffee and cream

Henry waited in line at the Starbucks half tempted to take off the ball cap and hoody in order to rush the service. Taking a look at the crowd he quickly changed his mind, his mother always said patience was a virtue. Besides getting his coffee 2 minutes earlier wouldn’t make up for the crowd of fans who would inevitably detain him for at least thirty minutes. He loved his fans was grateful for them but sometimes he wished he could grab a cup of coffee without getting mauled.  

 

He scooted towards the rear wall hunching in on himself watching the people come through the doors enjoying watching people without them watching him. A rush of hot air blew in as the door opened again. A small woman walked in head down auburn curls swinging down to her back blocking his view of her face. He wasn’t sure why he wanted to see her face but he felt compelled to move forward eyes tracking her as she waited in line. She was striking  pale skin dark eyes, long lashes. She had small lips that seemed to be perpetually smiling. Henry moved closer. Close enough that he got a whiff of her perfume,, she smelled like coconuts and he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at his lips. No heavy floral perfume or overly sweet vanilla for the little lady. Coconuts was strangely appropriate, exotic sweet like her smile.

 

He shook his head and backed up wondering just what it was about this woman that had struck him so. She was pretty no doubt but not the most beautiful he’d seen, hell not even the most beautiful in the Starbucks. She had drawn attention though, more than a few eyes followed her. It wasn’t just that she was tiny barely reaching his chest she was undoubtedly a woman, thick and full. There were no gentle slopes or subtle curves on her. No the little doll was like a mountain road, round and dangerous curves. The sharp dip of her waist almost cartoonish in comparison to the ample hips and the swell of creamy breast. She was built like a brick shit house.

 

 

Henry was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice he had moved so close to her until she bumped into him. Her little hands steadying herself on his abs and he felt his gut clench in desire at the heat of her brief touch.

 

“ I’m so sorry sir, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

 

“No I apologize, I hadn’t realized I was so close to you. I was a bit impatient for my coffee I guess.”  Henry took a deep breath when her brown eyes widened in recognition

 

 

“No worries it’s as much my fault as yours patience is a virtue I never possessed, especially not when coffee is involved. Besides it’s a hazard of being small sometimes people don’t see me down here.”

 

She smiled and then walked towards the pickup line grabbing a comically large Frappuccino. She walked back over to him handing him a grande caramel latte with Henry scrawled on the cup.

 

“I think this is you.” She told him an amused smirk on her face before she turned and walked away.

 

He stood for a moment just watching her go before chasing her out the door his long legs catching up to her quickly.

 

“ You know who I am?”

 

“ of course you’re huge dude plus a ball cap does not a disguise make.” The smirk was back on her face and Henry got the feeling she was laughing at him

 

“why didn’t you say anything?”

 

“ Because no one deserves to get attacked by fans before their first cup of coffee and you were practically crawling into your sweater trying to hide. Which is hard to do when you’re that big so kudos on that.”

 

 

Henry looked at her with disbelief before letting out a loud guffaw.

 

“Let me buy you a cup of coffee.”

 

 

“Already got one cutie besides I gotta go to work but enjoy your coffee. Also I loved you in the Witcher the wig really does it for you or does it for me however you want to take it.”

 

 

She climbed in a black SUV with a grunt that had him smilin, why did the smallest people drive the biggest cars.

 

“wait can I buy you dinner tonight. I'm in town for a few days training with Gracie.”

 

“The ju jitsu guy?” she asked.

 

“ yeah how’d you know?”

 

“I’m Puerto Rican we’re raised on boxing and MMA well that and dominoes. Anyways I really do have to go my boss is a hard ass and I’m already  late.”

 

“wait, just can you call in. I don’t know anyone here and I’d really like to thank you for not outing me.”

 

Isabella took a deep breath. She was really trying not to freak out. Henry fucking Cavill was talking to her! Asking her to dinner her plain little Isabella Sanchez. Of course she had immediately recognized him, who wouldn’t.  She had also recognized how hard he’d tried to blend into the walls and she felt sorry for him. How hard must it be for him to do anything without being mobbed. She was still trying to decide if it was worth hearing her boss's mouth when a group of girls came out of Starbucks. Unfortunately at that same moment Henry had taken off his cap to run his hands through his hair. The girls immediately squealed and rushed towards him. Not taking the time to think Isabella unlock the doors to her Suburban and yelled for him to get in. The car shook with the force of his body jumping in the passenger side and Isabella pulled the car in reverse tires squealing while she made an illegal turn onto the highway.

 

 

“ Wow thanks! I’ve never been actually been in a car chase.”

 

 

“that was hardly a car chase.” She said smiling

 

 

“Could have fooled me.” Henry muttered loudly.

 

“I could drive you back to the fangirls.”

 

 

“ no you’re a fantastic driver I didn’t fear for my life at all.”

 

Isabella snorted. So she had a lead foot she got him out of there before he could be molested by overly caffeinated fan girls.

 

 

“ I’m Isabella by the way.”

 

She held one hand towards him while quickly changing lanes and swerving around a slow driver.

 

“maybe you should keep both hands on the wheel.” He suggested with a dry chuckle. He was also not so discreetly putting on his seat belt. Isabella rolled her eyes. With his shoulders she wasn’t sure anything short of a head on collision would even jostle him.

 

20 minutes later they were pulling into his hotel and Henry had never been more glad to see a hotel in his life. The fact that the GPS has estimated their driving time at 40 minutes instead of the 20 minutes of near flying it took may have accounted for that. Isabella was sweet and funny and scary and the craziest driver he had ever had the displeasure of riding besides. He wasn’t sure how they had survived or how she hadn’t gotten arrested. She violated more laws than he had known existed cursing in English and Spanish at anyone that didn’t drive fast enough. So anyone driving the speed limit or below. He was a bit terrified of her, turned on to and he wasn’t sure what that said about him.

 

“ come up to the room well order room service besides I think I need some Dramamine”

 

 

“You can’t complain if you didn’t die that’s the rules .”

 

“I’m not sure I could complain if I did die.”

 

She snorted at his muttered words maybe she should have taken it easy on him but honestly she loved to drive loved the speed being higher than everyone else for once it was exhilarating.  She followed him to his room half worried half horny and wondered if she should be more concerned. She didn’t usually follow strange men to their hotel rooms. He had looked so panicked when those girls spotted him she couldn’t just abandon him.  She usually had good instincts about people and hers were saying he was a good person. of course her mind was telling her instincts she was thinking with her lady bits and well her lady bits weren’t thinking at all.

They ordered sandwiches and talked while they ate. Henry found himself telling her about his childhood about his love life or recent lack of and everything in between. Isabella was surprisingly easy to talk to. She wasn’t afraid to call him on his shit or to eat with gusto and he was glad. Hollywood and their   and gluten free salads were getting old. He missed comfort foods and comfortable people.  He laughed loudly as she told him about her uncle and father nearly getting into a fist fight over a game of dominoes how her aunt had forbidden the game since the “incident “ as everyone now called. Isabella called It hilarious and was still lamenting the lack of video footage of the two men dueling with canes while cursing up a storm. ( this actually happened)

 

It was nice really nice actually. He hadn’t felt so normal in years so when she stopped talking to take a drink he kissed her. Pulling her lush little body to him until she was straddling his lap. Her hips rocking against his hardness causing him to hiss.

 

He should stop he hadn’t meant to go this far but she felt so goddamn perfect in his arms. Squirming in his lap the heat of her cunt burning him through the jeans he was wearing. Fuck it he thought for once throwing caution to the wind. He wanted this wanted her. Isabella with her kind eyes and loud laughter her crazy road rage and gusto for life. It beckoned him a sirens call that he was lost to. He had spent years playing the game enjoying the fruits of fame. Had models and actresses all long limbed lithe all the same. Henry realized as he grabbed a handful of hips that it was like eating rice every day. It would keep you alive but was hardly living. Isabella this vibrant stranger was like a feast after years of famine.

 

 

 

 His hands traveled her back down to cup the fullness of her ass.  He pulled his mouth from hers to run his lips against her throat nipping at her jaw. She tasted like heaven sweet and salty and just fucking divine. Her fingers clawed at his back as ground herself harder against him he could feel her wet heat through the thin panties she wore. Her skirt uselessly rolled around her waist.

 

“Fuck Henry please”

 

 

Her pleas went straight to his cock and he ripped her blouse from her body tearing it in two leaving scraps hanging from her arms. Her nipples dusky rose and pebbled in his hand. He couldn’t help but suck one into his mouth before letting it go with a loud pop. She clenched her thighs and bucked her hips riding his Jean clad cock ferociously.

 

“You like little doll” he pulled the other nipple into his mouth sucking harder and she made little mewling noises. Dhe was going to be the death of him. He had known the second he had gotten into the car with her. He just hadn’t known she would ride him to death mewing like a kitten while fucking like the devil.

 

“more please harder"

 

 

Never one to deny a beautiful woman Henry pulled her still writhing body off him and tossed her bodily on the bed. She landed on the hard but he didn’t stop just ripped the rest of her clothes from her body. Before shoving his own off. Henry paused to look at her his gaze burning her body. The tattoo of a fiery heart on her hip the scar from an old belly piercing. Her glistening pussy just begging to be tasted. So he did he dived into the bed his weight  making her bounce a bit. Spreading her legs he passed his tongue over her slit. She squirmed trying to  close her legs but he held her thighs open scooting until she was trapped by his shoulders. Pinned beneath the massive girth of his muscular body. Every pass of his tongue sent a jolt between her legs. He plunged his tongue  in and out of her sopping hole fucking her with his tongue. Isabella screamed it was too much his weight his smell his touch everything was too much and she thought she might die of pleasure. He thrust two fingers into her cunt twisting and turning them while his tongue lapped at her clit. Her stomach clenched and her back arched obscenely  her breast jutting in the air and she convulsed the strength of her orgasm taking over her body. She shook with after shocks and Henry crawled up her body his face shiny with her slick.

 

 

Isabella felt her body tighten in response seconds before she was sure she was going to pass out but looking at his face covered in her juices his tongue darting out to catch errant drops. She was wet all over again. Pulling his face to hers she licked at the seam of his lips tasting herself. Her fingers ran through his curls and she tugged on them impatiently. In  answer he plunged into his bulbous head stretching her to capacity. He stopped halfway her little cunt so tight that he was afraid he’d hurt her if he fully sheathed himself. Henry could feel the sweat dripping down his head a vein in his neck bulged with the effort to keep still. He wouldn’t hurt her not after she’d been so kind no matter how much he wanted to let go. To fuck her into the mattress.

 

“ Fuck your so goddammit tight. I can’t fuck, we’re going to have to go slow little doll or I might hurt you. ”

 

Isabella took a deep breath slammed her hips forward fully sheathing him. She was full so full she could swear he was going to tear her in two but she needed it, need his big cock to fuck her into the wall.

 

“don’t you hold back don’t you fucking hold back.”

 

 

Fuck was all he could think when the tiny woman slammed her body down on him. He pushed into her his big hands holding her hips in a bruising grip as he pulled out to the tip than  slammed her body down his erection over and over. He had lost it. He knew he was holding her too tightly slamming her little body to strongly. The small part of his mind that still was coherent cursed his weakness even as he continued lifting her up before yanking  her down his cock till finally he felt his balls tighten. He wanted to make it good for her though the absolutely filthy sounds of him gliding in and out of her soaked cunt made him think it already was good for her. He managed to capture one luscious tit in his mouth biting hard to keep it as she thrashed screaming a second release and he roared incoherently feeling his seed fill her up he couldn’t help the smug smirk before finally collapsing on the bed. He had enough presence of mind to make sure she landed on top of him so he wouldn’t crush her then fell asleep.

[lilmissmousey]

Hi there.

It’s been awhile.

Denial Chapter 7 is live 💖 love you all

Denial Chapter 7

Vegeta stared with disdain at the flight of stairs in front of him. Hip throbbing, head aching, temper boiling, he attempted to rise from the front passengers seat of Bulma’s black SUV only to be engulfed in a blinding fire of pain.

“What’re you doing?!” Bulma’s hand gripped Vegetas shoulder, “You goon! You can’t be walking right now! Your hip is broken!”

“Watch. Me.” He growled, brushing her fingers off.

Bulma massaged her temples, “For the love of God. Let me get the crutches out of the back at least!”

“I will NOT be caught dead with crutches! I will snap them in half! I can do it my-“

“Hi ya buddy!”

Oh. Oh no. Vegeta knew that obnoxious, chipper voice.

Beaming down at him with a huge smile from the open car door, arm up and casually leaning on the roof was Goku, “Ya missed our match this morning! Just wanted to see...hey, what happened to you?!”

“It...” Vegeta mumbled, “it was nothing. Just a little run in with a car.”

Goku’s dark eyes grew large, “A car?”

“Nothing?!” Bulma’s head popped into view from beside Vegeta, “You got HIT by a car!”

Goku blinked, “Who’re you?”

“It wasn’t that bad.” Vegeta could feel his cheeks starting to burn hot.

“Not that bad?!” Bulma shrieked, “you were unconscious for hours! You have a concussion! And a fractured hip!”

“A minor inconvenience.”

“You almost died!”

“Says who?”

The man outside the SUV watched with great confusion. Vegeta got hit by a car? There had been a blurb on the news the other night about it, but they hadn’t released a name. Only the vehicle description. Goku felt terrible he hadn’t known sooner. Vegeta was his buddy. He also could have sworn he recognized the blue haired woman in the drivers seat from somewhere...

“Aha!” Goku proclaimed, snapping his fingers loudly.

Both Vegeta and Bulma’s mouth snapped shut, their eyes both now focused on Goku.

“You’re the girl from Vegeta’s phone!” Goku grinned, “The girl on the wallpaper! It’s nice to meet ya! I’m Goku. Vegetas ju jitsu partner!” His large hand shoved itself past Vegetas nose to shake Bulma’s hand which she offered, “man, he sure talks about ya a whole lot! And with how much he doesn’t talk that’s sure saying something!”

“Kakarot...” Vegeta hissed, ignoring Bulma’s smug smile.

“Well, I think you and I are going to get a long just fine!” Bulma laughed, giving Gokus hand a last squeeze before Vegeta batted it away from in front of his face.

“Man, I’m sorry to hear about the accident!” Goku scratched his chin, “I tried callin’ ya yesterday to make sure of the plans, but ya never answered. Makes sense now.”

Vegeta inhaled sharply, “Ah shit.” His phone. He never even realized it was gone.

“Oh no,” Bulma sighed, “Vegeta, you lost your phone? I’m so sorry.”

“It’s just a phone,” he mumbled, “I’ll buy another.”

“Already done.” Bulma finished typing something on her phone screen and shoved it back in her purse, “I ordered you another, I’ll have someone drop it off this afternoon.”

Suddenly, as if a wave came over him, Vegeta felt to tired to argue. The world shifted on its axis, causing a rippling wave of nausea. He winced, adjusting his hip as the pain radiated, “Thanks.” He muttered.

“Hey, you okay buddy?” Goku crouched down, eyes full of worry, “What can I do?”

From inside Bulma’s heart, a warmth began to tug. This Goku guy was very kind, “We need to get him inside,” she said gently, blue eyes meeting Goku’s black, “But he’s not supposed to walk very much. He has crutches, but is refusing to use them.”

Goku’s brows furrowed, “Aw man. I just came from ‘Geets apartment. The elevators broken.”

Heaving a sigh, Vegeta cracked one eye open, willing the world to stop spinning as he met the worried gaze of his best friend. Hades be damned if he ever admitted it, but in his own heart he knew it to be true. He was well aware Goku felt that way about him as he expressed his feelings openly and without abandon, and never once forced Vegeta to say it in return. It was unwritten, but wholly understood between them, “Kakarot, I’m going to ask you the most embarrassing question of my life.” He winced.

That look of determination Goku got before every match suddenly spread across his face “What’s that?”

~~~

“Okay bud, only about ten steps left.” Goku carefully readjusted his arm beneath Vegetas left armpit, gripping the right hand a little tighter that was slung over his shoulder. Every step the took, Goku would lift Vegetas entire body off the ground, gently placing him right foot down on the next step. It had taken over a half hour and a lot of swear words from Vegeta, but they finally reached the apartment. Bulma unlocked the door, opening it wide enough for both men to fit through. As they finally crested the threshold Vegeta grunted, and quickly tightened his grip meaningfully on Gokus hand, being careful to not meet the larger mans eyes. He could feel the gentle stare though, see the sincere smile out of the corner of his eye. Goku squeezed back and said warmly, “Anytime.”

“Mph.” Vegeta looked away. Goku chuckled.

Bulma’s head popped out from Vegetas bedroom, “Let’s get him laying down in here.”

“Got it!” Goku grinned, then turned his head “Hey,” he whispered in Vegetas ear, “at least ya got a cute nurse outta the deal.”

“Shut. Up.” Vegeta hissed.

“Hey,” Goku shrugged, “it’s better than a picture, ain’t it?”

Vegeta clenched his jaw. A picture; his picture. It was gone. In all honesty, he was more upset about that than the phone. Hopefully it had been saved somehow.

After another round of swear words, Vegetas leg was propped up with pillows, at least relieving some of the pain. Bulma flitted around, gathering water and snacks as well as sorting out Vegetas pain pills in the kitchen as Goku sat on the edge of Vegetas bed and asked questions about the accident.

“I’m telling you, it was intentional.” Vegeta muttered, sipping at the glass of ice water Bulma had already placed on the side of the bed, “just a gut feeling.”

Face propped in his hand, dark brows pulled together, Goku drummed his fingers on his cheek, “Who though? And why her? She seems awful nice.”

Vegetas eyes darted to the door to make sure Bulma wasn’t eavesdropping, “Not sure. It could be anyone. She has a position of power in her company, and the smarts and money to go with it. There are a few nasty lawsuits floating around. I’ll have to take a look when I get the chance.”

“Hm.” Goku stood, stretching his back, “Well, I still have a few contacts out there. Old friends,” he shot an uncharacteristically dark smirk at Vegeta, “I’ll see what I can find.”

Vegetas eyes narrowed, “Don’t go digging to much Kakarot. You don’t need to get involved. We’ve both been out a long time. You’ve got a clean record. You’ve got the wife and kid to worry about.”

“Eh, Chichi won’t mind.” Goku shrugged, “She can’t mind if she doesn’t know anyways. I was never really a part of them in the first place. No one, and I mean no one, hurts my friends.” There was a sharp edge on the end of that sentence that made Vegetas fist clench into the blanket, a small and familiar rush of adrenaline coursing through him.

Goku’s normally chipper facade seemed to falter for a minute, a glint in his eyes, “Just like the old days. I got you. And you got me.” Just as quickly as the tense air in the room was there, it was immediately sucked out again, and Goku’s grin returned, “Anyways, fell better buddy! Call me when you get your new phone!” With a roll of his neck, and with his signature wave, Goku was out the door.

Vegeta let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He knew that look. He knew that Goku. That was the Goku most people had never met. He hadn’t see that look in a long, long time.

I got you. And you got me. The words repeated in Vegetas head, memories of them as young teens racing through back alleys, those same words being laughed as Goku and he managed to get away from whatever trouble they were involved in. “What have I done.” Vegeta muttered, eyes pinching closed as another wave of nausea ran through him.

“You alright?”

“Just...a headache still,” He grumbled, Bulma’s cool fingers dancing across his forehead.

“I’ll get you your medicine.” She whispered, “I’ll shut the blind too. The light may be hurting your eyes.”

Vegeta grunted, “I don’t need the pills. I just need some sleep.”

Bulma sighed, the sounds of the blind hitting the window sill echoing like a bomb in his ears, “Stop trying to be tough, it’s alright. You got hit by a car. You’re allowed some pain relief.” He could hear her shuffling around the room. Everything was so overwhelming. He wished this would stop.

Another wave of head pain, “I just need you.” The words tumbled from his lips before he could stop them, his eyes still sensitive from the concussion pain snapped open to see if she’d heard.

But she wasn’t there.

“Did you say something?” Bulma’s called from the kitchen, “sorry, I was grabbing you some more water and the pain pills. I really think you should take them.”

Vegeta sighed, half relieved, half disappointed, “Whatever.”

[koninkrijkbelgie]

elise ‘el or ellie’ jade martin, youtuber, facebook troll. lives in a big ass colonial style house in fairfax va. dirty blonde hair, grey-blue eyes, 36D, leggy, tan, wears skirts often and carries mace. has a black belt in ju jitsu. probably has phone tagged. does not answer the phone unless it’s an emergency (TEXT ONLY). likes to travel and is a decent photographer.

enjoys junk food, video games, and makeup tutorials. she can lift a car (and fix it). not a great cook but wants to learn. one of those bitches that wears heelies and keeps her earbuds in (under the cover of her hair) while scooting across town. she can (and will) kick your ass.

has a flat in nyc where she escapes to on weekends. always has her phone on her- usually staring at it and typing a mile a minute. pretty damn good at computer programming and is def ‘not’ a spy. 

speaks english, some spanish, and a little french, dutch, german, and italian. does not use them very willingly. super stubborn and can come off as bitchy a lot of times, even if it’s not intentional. hates a lot of veggies, doesn’t eat game meat, and is friendly by default... overly so in most cases. nosy but well meaning (or is she)

[mechanical-v1scera]

oo thanks for the tag :D

Do you make your bed? - depends on the day and how motivated i am to have a nice room. recently i have been making it

Favorite Number? - 764 bc seven is yellow (which is nice (also don’t ask me why)) and 6 and 4 are even numbers

What's your job? - still a student but my parents are gonna make me get a summer job next year :/

If you could go back to school, would you? - absolutely not.

Can you Parallel Park? - can’t even drive yet

Do you think Aliens are real? - it depends on what you consider to be an “alien” but yes s, i do

Can you drive a manual car? - again, can’t drive

Guilty Pleasure? - no idea, i’m not particularly guilty about any of my pleasures

Favorite Type of Music? - i have no idea, it changes way to often

Do you like puzzles? - not really, they fill me with violent rage most of the time

Favorite Childhood Sport? - never liked sports but i did ju jitsu for a while which was fun

Do you talk to yourself? - all the time, to much probably

Tea or Coffee? - i love them both… tea is wonderful but i happen to have an extreme caffeine addiction so that’s also something

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? - astronomer, loved all the space things but gave up when i realized there was math involved

What Movies do you Adore? - my parents showed me a bunch of old movies they liked when they were kids (labyrinth, the dark crystal, goonies, etc.) before they let me watch anything else so those will always be my favorites

tagging @encryptidarchivist @humanteethmarksonhumanbone @justbugsnstuff @latinhomeworkk

never been part of a tag game, sounds really fun! tagged by dear Lanvender, @khan-crete

Do you make your bed? A freshly decrumbed, stuffed animal arranged and dirty clothes removed bed feels great. How often do I do this? We mustn't ask (like once or twice a month) that's all making the bed entails for me, I just have a fitted then normal sheet and blankets

Favorite Number? 4 4 4 4 4! I've loved four my entire life she is like a goddess to me. 2+2 2*2 2^2, divides into halves twice. can only compete with sixteen, whose status and 2^4 and 4^2 is nice, but not as symmetric. 37 and 73 have a place in my heart as the 12th and 21st primes, but not a large place compared to 4

What's your job? What do I get paid for? undergrad lab TA, what do I do? grad research in low energy nuclear physics

If you could go back to school, would you? In school technically still. Would I rewind time to experience school again? highschool no college yes. would I go back for another college degree? I could be convinced if it would be cheap and unobtrusive to my current schooling. Was always torn between physics and linguistics. I made the right choice but I always wonder what if.

Can you Parallel Park? I have done it, on the driving test, like four or five years ago. I think I could do it again, but not too confident

Do you think Aliens are real? Eh, probably in a 'the observable universe 9.3e+9 ly across, it must have happened more than once' kinda way, but not in a 'they've been feeding us tech for thousands of years or are visiting us' kinda way.

Can you drive a manual car? Never tried, hubris tell me yes, anxiety with even normal cars tells me I'd probably fuck up the transmission while trying to leave the driveway. gonna say yeag

Guilty Pleasure? I think like cheesy childhood disney live action movies?, generally I'm pretty full chested about the things I enjoy

Favorite Type of Music? yeah, hard, a lot of vocaloid, which isn't reallly a genre, a lot of edm genres from like old school monstercat, a lot of jrock by way of anime OP's of show's I've never watched then finding other songs by those artists. some rock music though that genre is also extremely expansive and I'm not sure how I'd categorize a lot of it. Generally my music consumption consists of a group of maybe five songs completely unrelated on repeat for months at a time and genre is not a huge factor in that

Do you like puzzles? twisty puzzles like rubik's cube type puzzles are really fun working, towards doing a 3x3 blindfolded but challenging, I used to do jigsaw's with my mom but over the course of a very long time because we'd get frustrated. crosswords, but I'm no good at them

Favorite Childhood Sport? Soccerrrr. Wish I'd stayed with it, but there were only a couple more years before there wasn't a league for my age group anyway, been trying to get back into it recreationally

Do you talk to yourself? I do, but as if I'm talking to someone else. I prefer not to do it because I'm not content with my voice atm, but I find myself doing it a lot especially when getting stuck on research stuff trying to talk it out or I will say a comment to someone I disagree with outloud rather than typing it and posting it. A lot of this is to my reflection which is probably part of the reason it feels like someone else lol

Tea or Coffee? tea all the way. drank iced sweet black tea my entire childhood and started drinking it hot with milk in college. I was the kind of person that disliking coffee was a sort of pillar of my tastes, but then a few years ago made it with like half milk and a lot of sugar and like it, lotta people wouldn't call that coffee, but eh.

First thing you wanted to be when you grew up? The actual first thing was everything. I would amalgamate like all the stereotypes of things kids want to be into one so a firefighter-astronaut-whatever else. When I got a better sense of my interests, inventor, so I guess like product designer, but what that meant to me was I got to sit around and think of neat gadgets and items then figure out how to make them like freeze ray, time machine, clone gun, that kind of thing lol. the first practical idea of a job I wanted was theoretical physicist in like middle school, which I kinda am now so success I guess

What Movies do you Adore? not much of a movie person, but like to watch movies other people are interested in with them, love castle in the sky, LOTR, howl's moving castle, your name, probably others in those categories I don't know about yet or have forgotten and I have a strong soft spot for childhood halloween movies like twitches and halloweentown

I'm curious what @arc-archernar and @charyou-tree have got to say if they'd like to, and anyone else that wants to participate!

[theres-an-impulstor-among-us]

Opinion

Oliver Brotherhood AKA Mumbo Jumbo is one of the most wholesome YouTubers out there. He’s great at redstone and his videos make for both informative and entertaining content but it’s not just that. If you follow him on Twitter, he’s not shy about sharing details of his life. And I know nobody is required to share stuff about their lives, especially such popular YouTubers as him, but he does. He’s really into cars, does filming projects, does Ju Jitsu, and mentions loving all of these unapologetically very often on his Twitter account. Plus there are some great/adorable interactions between him and his girlfriend, who does a lot of his filming projects with him. I just think he’s a really good person and a great content creator and I’m really glad I discovered his channel 😊

[nomand-berserka]

A little openly honest abridged intro in to me and dealing with my head and my black dog.

I am the newly appointed Team Leader for West Yorkshire with the guys at Veterans Hike. @veteranshike

Ive found a love for hiking over the past few months, since this crazy lockdown here in the UK.

I have struggled a lot over the years since leaving the Army, still dont feel like I fit into the bracket called Civvie. I know that may sound a little cliche. But it is exactly what it is.

I joined the forces straight from school. There was nothing for me where I lived, and with a long proud military history in my family, I felt it's what I'd always wanted and knew in my early to mid teens, that I'd join up.

I felt I did pretty well, considering pretty much everyone I knew, thought that I wouldnt even make it past selection. Well I pissed on their parade let me tell ya.

I'm not going to go into the ins and out of my career. But the tours I did, were SFOR (peacekeeping) Bosnia 98 and Op Agricola Kosovo 99.

Now with that, I've seen some pretty fkd up stuff at the ages of 18 and 19.. But you crack on and get the job the done. Get back home and continue as normal.

Now upon leaving the Army, I felt very lost. Ended up going from job to job, due to not being able to fit in with or liking the people I worked with. Often getting pushed out because of having a different mindset... This turned into a serious dislike for people in general. There was no bond, no brotherhood, everyone out for themselves and didnt care who they fkd over to get what they wanted.

This became the time I started with the heavy drinking and the stupid violence, infact the drink and the violence became the reason I lost my family and almost ended up 6 feet under.

The violence continued, as I just hated everyone... for lots of different reasons. This then led to me serving time on a couple of occasions. But it still continued after being locked up... I didnt see it as a problem, as I just thought "I wont take peoples shit", and I'll show anyone who tries to give me shit. That it will lead to getting hurt. Jump forward to being left for dead with 2 stab wounds... Yes it got that bad. Maybe I was asking for my way out?

Jump forward a year or so of living a dark time.

Its then i got into martial arts (Muay Thai under the tutilage of master Ronnie Green 5 time world champion), a friend of mine didnt want to see me locked up again. Or with more perforations than a "Tetley Tea bag". This became my drive again, I'd found something I could focus on and put myself, my whole self into again.

First session in, I was hooked. Had my first full contact fight at just over 6 months and had plenty thereafter, still have the copy of my official invite to the 2013 world championships. This was my crowing glory moment... This is where I'd found the focus to not be that drunked violent ass hat. My fitness went through the roof and I felt good again for the first time in years

Injury got me though, put me right back to not being able to train. Even ended my career, I tried to train again, but way too soon. Causing myself more problems. Taking even longer to get back to 100%

My anger started to creep back, the bad food the drinking... and yes the violence. then jump again forward to going back to prison for a very violent episode in 2015. Where 2 people got badly hurt. I pleaded guilty. I tried to reach out for help before the day in court. But it was too little too late...

However, in prison this time in 2016 I asked for help. Where can i get it, and who can help me the most.. There was a small eager group called Care after Combat, they concentrate on helping Veterans, who are sent to prison. During and after release. (I'll go into them at a later date).

I've kept my nose clean since then, was officially Dignosed with PTSD in 2017, so done a few local therapy courses Anger Management, CBT but still no actual PTSD help as of yet. Combat Stress, I think may have forgotten about me hahaha.

But the thought of prison!!!! id rather not go back ever again. Plus I'm getting on now, and not a 25 year old dick head. Eith a chip on his shoulder about civvies anymore.

Jump forward again, to present Covid 19 times.

I'm a joiner now put myself through College 12 years ago. The outdoors have always agreed with me. But after a work accident last year in August I had 14 weeks sat at home gaining weight. Bordem drinking and eating shit and the head started to go again. But thankfully got back to work early December.

In March 2020 and we get Furloughed. For however long it may take.

So I gave myself THE talking to. Stay off the booze (well not completely hehe). Keep yourself busy. Find a focus in something, anything. Just dont he that dickhead again.

So here I am, I spend at least 3 days a week walking the Pennines and the moors between my beloved Yorkshire and the dark soggy lands of Lancahire. Its literally 20 minutes from my door to where I park the motor. My head still goes south, but more into the low mood and hating myself for allowing what I'd done in the past. I've had depression for years, but it was always over shadowed by my stupidity. So when it does that, i hit my local park and do 10 laps (8 miles) of that. Or just get my pack ready and hit the trails. Often doing around 15-20 miles.

Now I've started with a small Daystack and have started adding weight, carring 15kg. plus 3 litre camelback, food stuff and inclement weather gear. Its north of England the weather does what it wants. "If tha dunt lyk weather, jus bloody wait 20 minutes It'l change". hahaha.

Doing this has given me more drive in my fitness and massively boosted my mental state. Plus the escape from the rat race bollox that we all have to live through. More and more people have started to notice my weight loss. Down from 20 stone to just over 17 stone. Now I'm as round as I am tall, but for a fat lad I've been told I'm pretty fit... Guess all those years in the Army, years of Muay Thai and Kempo Jiu Jitsu. It must have left some form of conditioning and muscle memory. So this again boosts me. I'm now picking up the weights at home and even got a bike... so this new found fitness is a fantastic feeling again... it's not just about keeping busy anymore, it's about showing people. Who I'd alienated during all these years, that I'm not the same guy, and they are wanting to come on hikes with me now

(Its also pushed me to train for the 3 peaks... but that's another story for another time)

It's also the biggest Therapy I can give myself, sometimes I go it alone and sometimes I have company. The outdoors is literally where I feel at my easiest and most peaceful... The benefits are there for everyone who knows me, to see. Its physically demanding, but it's so peaceful. If I bump into other people, there is always a nod a smile and a "morning/afternoon" exchanged. Not all people are nob heads haha!

I cant stress enough how good it feels to keep occupied physically and mentally, buy doing something I never thought I'd do...

It's become my passion... I'm looking into longer routes all the time, and now looking at some proper outdoors gear. Better rucksack even a tent. If being up the hills for a few hours or just a day, makes me feel things are better. Then surely a couple of days and nights will be even better...Right?

I want to thank anyone who takes the time to reads this, however you see it. Be it on insta, Tumbler or FB. So cheers guys and gals.

We all have hardships, we all need that help at some point. Go out and find what makes it all better, please guys. We all deserve to smile for what ever reason.

Who knows, we may even cross trails someday. You'll always get a smile and a nod from me.

Steve

The Nomad Beserka

[legoddess]

I wrote a short thing. Hope you like it.

The Executioner

Several years ago she escaped. The walls were as cold as the souls of the men who worked there. She had been taken and placed in a program when she was sixteen after her parents had been killed. With the news of her father being poisoned, her and her mother hit the road. At a gas station she went to use the bathroom and came back to blood smeared on the passenger window and her mother's body beside pump number four. Her father was a high class businessman and her mother had been a lawyer. That was a life she didn't know much of anymore and rarely looked back after being clocked in the head with what felt like a brick.

All she could do was survive and pretend that everyday she wasn't dying a little more on the inside until one day she was told to take the life of a child. She begged them to spare his life, that she would do whatever else was asked of her. Though she didn’t want to be touched in what they would say was their “Divine right” to her , or lest she be beaten. They were unflinching when they explained the way in which she was to kill him or be killed herself as the program wasn’t for the weak. Giving her the only choice she'd ever received while in their custody, the man with the scar over his brow reminded her how he would punish her in front of the child then make her watch as he handled the boy who couldn't be more than nine.

Never would  she forgive herself. She was weak then because she hadn’t broken when they bloodied her lip and bruised her face, but broke when they turned their malice towards the little boy. Emotions made her weak and that was the core practice in most of her training lessons. “I am so sorry” she had said as she caressed the boys face and the look in his eyes of confusion said he didn’t understand her. Red faced from holding in the violent sobs that threatened to escape her, she killed the boy with frightened blue eyes but couldn’t torture him.There was a knife on the floor that  one of the seven men in the room had tossed at her as she’d been instructed to peel his flesh starting from the top. The blade went cleanly into the child's abdomen as she pulled him into an embrace and cried silently on his narrow shoulder, humming the song her mother would hum to her. She remembered those nights that her head lay on her mother's bosom when she was scared to lose her parents, who often told her she would never lose them.

Spending years in torture was how she became The Company’s best assassin before she ran for her life after the superior's had been killed in cold blood. Lexa was only sixteen when her life fell apart. Remembering nights in the small cage that she had been shoved into when the blindfold had been removed to see men with no faces and the scars masks their cheekbones. She was handcuffed and taken into a dingy room that smelled of body odor and gin. When she wasn't constricted to her cramped quarters, she was to begin combat training. In reality  her lessons was her getting mutilated every other day for three months until her training had sunk in which lead her to slam one of her superior's to the blue tarped floor. Sleeping was nearly impossible with the stench of urine, blood and savagery. After her first year was completed and they hadn’t manage to break her spirit the way they promised they would, they gave her a larger cage that she would call home for the next two years. This prison, though larger had more than one occupant, usually two girls. Some nights when the other girl would be awaken to stress tests, she’d roll over and and cover her ears so that she wouldn’t hear her screaming in the dark being dragged out. Lexa couldn't let them see her cry, they would think that they won and she wanted to get out of this hell. Alive.

Never looking  back, assuming everyone was already dead, she left the abusive relationship that were her old forced employers but stayed in the same field of work which was how she met Aidan. They've been working together for little over two years. Neither of them wanted a partner and preferred to work solo but they made the strongest team with a collective list of a hundred or more jobs between the two of them. They met while on separate missions that had been arranged for them to meet. They’d almost killed each other as they weren’t in on the blind date that their individual and respected companies had seen to be a potentially beneficial union of skills.

Peering out through the rather large window in the Grand hotel suite, the rain fell as steadily as it had  all day. It was past rainy season in New Orleans and when the sun finally breaks through the clouds, the bayou will be horribly humid and spread it way to the French Quarter. The room was on the twelfth floor and the view was spectacular of the city below. Odd little touristy shops for Mama Laveau’s Magic Shop on one corner and Rousseau's Kitchen, which had the best jambalaya in town as the locals claimed. This city was made stronger by Hurricane Katrina  and the heart of the city still beats after much had been wiped out like other parishes outside of the main tourist attraction like Slidel and Chalmett.

Lexa couldn't find it in her to feel anything at all still as a side effect of shutting off her humanity when she was only old enough to have just received her first car from her parents. She should be happier to return to the city she grew up in with the food that warmed her soul so many years ago. From the moment she stepped foot off the jet she wouldn't allow herself to feel the anger, the shame, the vulnerability from who she had been to who she was now. To feel the consequences of her actions the last seven years would cripple her. The lonely nights where her fingers would bleed when she tried to dig her way out of her cage, or the mornings she would wake up in a cold sweat thinking she had never escaped. She knew she would never escape it entirely, it would always be a part of her and for that she felt repulsed as her vision focused away from the streetlights the same amber ass the color of her eyes. Scanning her reflection , the dark circles forming under her eyes made her look tired and her red tendrils  lacked luster. Standing at the window that stretched from wall to wall, the people below were just as lively as they had been all day and she could practically hear the laughter that felt like it was ever presently mocking her. .

Rubbing her eyes, she stepped away from the window and turned her back on the city of magic to focus on  her hotel room to disconnect from her thoughts that should be worked out with a licensed therapist. The decor was elegant and the man whom was her partner on assignments had gone to his room in the double suite to shower, giving her the time to remember why she had come to New Orleans in the first place, her mission. Aidan was the name of her comrade and occasional playtoy but they knew little of each other's past lives. Lexa had told him that she was a mercenary in a past life but never went into the specifics and had mastered the use of multiple weapons such as daggers, guns and bo staffs, arrows, katanas and what have you. Also being train with various  fighting styles that range from western boxing and wrestling to, Ju-Jitsu and Kalaripayattu which her and Aidan have in common but bonded over her art of seduction in the name of getting the job done or pleasure. Her partner told her only that he was awfully good at what he does for a reason and listed his qualifications that included knowing ten languages fluently, his shared love of weaponry but preferring guns more than she did. His past life was a mystery, the way they both wanted.

Having not come back to the city in some time, she missed the music and the smell of the cuisine, that  alone would add five pounds to her thighs from the butter, garlic and rosemary that fragranced the restaurants. Enjoying the  jazz with memories of her mother and her sitting in a white Cadillac in their driveway encumbered the genre. They'd spend saturday mornings leaning the car that was appropriately named ‘Miss Money” as the car was high maintenance with it's white wall tires and the scent of polished leather.. The state of Louisiana was as warm as the whiskey that was severed in the bar  they went to the night before. There had been live music and people dancing like there was no tomorrow. Women in red dresses as bright as autumn leaves in New Hampshire, and sweat collecting on the bodies of partners who couldn't resist the urge to feel alive with the pairing of Jambalaya and the band of horns and strings.The bar and restaurants central air had gone out and for it to be the start of August, repairs will be needed as soon as possible before patrons start to seek more comfortable eating or perhaps the ambience will persuade the locals and tourists to stay.

The ice cube in the bourbon Aidan ordered was quickly melting but I hadn't had the heart to steal his attention from the small stage over in the corner of the room. Looking so enthralled with the trill of the trumpeter and the saxophones echo, Lexa found herself wanting to be able to get lost  in something so deeply as he was in this moment within the backbeat of the drum kit. Sitting back she admire his face for the first time in detail since the day they had met.He had dark hair and an angular jaw, with eyes the color of steel. Laughter came easy for him and he rarely seemed to think of anything outside of the here and now. Dressed in dark grey slacks that she had always found suited him the nicest, and a blue shirt that she gave to him for his birthday. Everything about him exuded a quiet confident and his leisure in a crowded room was no exempt.

“Can I help you with something?” he cleared his throat, taking his eyes away from the performers and swirling his drink.

A small grin swept across her face, “You wouldn’t happen to have a twin, would you? Someone that looks like you but isnt you?” She would rather not admit that even she fell prey to his good looks and lazy smiles but they both understood nothing more would come from their flirtations other than a tangle of sheets at best.  It wasn't wise to let emotions ruin something some primally satisfying as a no strings attached.

With a look of amusement, he bit his lip as if he were restraining his tongue from getting him into trouble. “Dance with me.”  There hadn't been a question in his tone before he swigged the bourbon, stood and offered his hand.

Last night had been one of those rare exceptions in which she allowed herself to mix business and pleasure. Growing bored with staring out at the world, she needed to shower. Stepping into the warm water, it glided down her torso and over her shoulders,  easing aching muscles and alleviated some of the tension in her neck disparaging a headache. Humming while she finished her ablutions, wrapping herself in the robe provided she settled in the living room area assuming her partner went to bed for the night so now was a good of time as any to watch the footage she had found after some time of digging  into her past life.

The video was black until she started it and at the worst angle with the angle of it being from a corner of the room, likely a security camera.. It was of herself and a man that had called himself her superior. Sitting in a small cement room, the grey floor was stained by a numerous of stains and the scent of sweat and  mildew growing burned her nostrils. It was roughly four am in the video. Never a morning person and after these rude wake up calls, who could be? The girl in the video who she couldn’t fathom to be her as she looked back on that experience, wore a stained outfit and tangled auburn hair that mats to her forehead with blood and sweat. Partially deaf in one ear from a blow to the side of the face. The man stood in front of this girl, mocking her, degrading her by telling her she was no better than the last girl before him that he broke. Watching him take a step closer before lurching forward in vain as her back was  thrown against the wall. All anger the girl charged again at his taunting words of what he could do with her at his side, or what he’d do if she didn't corporate. Bruised and with the whites of her eyes looking as if the two dots of her pupils were swimming in pools of blood. They fought more with both sustaining gruesome injuries before she took him to the ground. The man was seconds from dying at her own hands before two men came in through the only way in or out and pulled her off of him. Taking one down with a kick to the back of their legs, just behind the knee and was about to snap his neck before a needle was plunged into her neck.

Lexas eyes narrowed to slits as she watched her body, deprived of nutrients,sleep and sunlight,  being dragged out of the room and the transmission ending. There were so many things she wanted to say to this girl from the video, this girl that she didn't recognize as herself. That this wasn't the end for you as she thought to how abrupt that darkness had felt and wondering if that was to be the last time her eyes were ever open again.  Older now, she wished to scream at the frail looking monster to sit up straight and not have her head bowed in submission like the other's he was so proud to call his. Tears threatened to pierce through her facade and she had to bury her face in her hands as not to meet her own gaze in the screen that had gone black again. This trip was not only for business but also it was personal for her. The man with a port wine stain  across half of his face was here. He was supposed to have died with the fall of The Company but it just gives her the anticipation of feeling his life eb from his body by her hands the way it should have all those nights again.

A cough meant to bring attention to oneself, brought her from her rage and shae that she had once felt so meek and fragile. Had the noise woke him or had he still been awake?

“Who was that?” She turned her head with the utterance to see him leaning  against the wall in perfect view of the laptop that sat on the coffee table. Taking a shaky breath in to recover from feeling like the same hopeless girl she had been while shoved in cages and below the floorboards.

“Me.”  Was all she could respond.

Walking over to the couch he sat with her in the silence that followed. She didn't cry nor did he attempt to break the deafening absence of words. Instead she lowered her head to his lap and closed her eyes.

Unsurprisingly she had warped nightmares about her past and the girls she’d tried not to befriend who shared the same cell as her and along the way as it was too hard on her attempt to let someone in when they would be allowed out of their boxed in living quarters, but would never return. Startled awake by her phone, no longer the helpless child that was stolen and turned into a killer against her will, she knew that the person on the other end of the receiver would tell her where The Executioner, as he called himself, would be. Raising from the couch and taking the phone to the window to look out once more she answered the phone, though the only sound was that of music and not a location. She knew the song well, it was a dirge that had always made her miss a life that she’s never gotten the chance to live. The song her mother would hum to her when thundered scared her as a infant, when she came home crying that she had fallen off her bike as a child and the song Lexa wished she could hear her mother hum to her now as a adult. Confused she watched Adian walk towards her with a curious expression but also something about his eyes were colder now. For the first time she saw them as the cold cement floor she had used as a mattress for years.

“I can't let you live Lex, blood is thicker than water.” Was the last thing she heard before a familiar darkness eroded her vision. Aidan had left out much of his past which never concerned her but he had specifically left out that he was the son of the man that beat her senseless and made her think she was less than human, Taking the phone that now dropped from his partner and lovers hand, he holds it to his ear for his father to hear him. He had been envious of the way his father bragged about his favorite pet that ultimately would be his partner and how she was the one who got away but not this time.

“We’re coming home.” The man with eyes as cold as the steel bars that kept her company at night hung up and waited further instructions. “Lexa, your life doesn't belong to you. Dad missed you.” the man says to her unconscious body.

[detectivegoldstein]

“SOME NIGHTS I WISH I COULD GO BACK IN TIME TO FEEL THINGS AGAIN... ”

Have you seen JAMES GOLDSTEIN around Faerune? They’re a WEREWOLF who REJECTS the Unseelie Queen’s reign. People have heard they’re CARING, DEDICATED & GENUINE but can also be ABRASIVE, CYNICAL & GLOOMY. We’ll see where they fall when the revolution arrives, but until then they can be found working as a POLICE OFFICER.

JAMES AT A GLANCE

NAME: James Raymond Goldstein ALIASES: James; former last name was Spencer until he was adopted at 16 by the Goldsteins; Officer (or Officer Fleabag/Dog Breath if you’re October); Handsome (mostly by October, but a few others have said it from time to time); Goldstein. AGE: 54 [Born January 6th] AFFILIATIONS: Senior partner to Connor Finley at the Faerune Police Station, current member of the Walker Pack; protected under Rex Vespidae; former Homicide Detective of New York City; member of Alphabet Mafia OCCUPATION: Police Officer of Faerune Police Station GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis Male, He/Him SEXUALITY: Bisexual, preference for particularly masculine men and all women. QUIRKS: Spattering of tattoos and scars, each having different stories to tell from James’ life. A bit of a goof once you get to know him.  Adores cats and hates that being a wolf means most felines he comes across aren’t too keen to be around him.  Takes hour long showers to try to scrub out the wet dog smell as best as he can.  Is incredibly good at his job but has two major fears: clowns and bugs.  Tends to be a workaholic because he genuinely believes in the good he can put out in the world through his profession.  Is adept at both boxing and ju-jitsu. MARKEKTABLE/TRADE SKILLS: While James doesn’t have an ounce of creativity in him (his own words), he is willing to offer up handyman services and car repairs for the new bartering system in Faerune.  

BIOGRAPHY

As a child, James had no idea what was awaiting him once puberty hit.  Without parents to ease him through the transition, dealing with his inner wolf was hell, even more shit piled on a child going through the system.  It made James bitter, scared to get close to anyone; at least until the Goldsteins adopted him at 16.

James kept his other half hidden from his new family; afraid they would think of him as a monster.  That they would hate him and his first and maybe only chance at happiness would be taken before he could really relish in it.  It was hard, having to explain away nights out every month.  The bouts of aggression.  But his family still gave him all the love and support they had, assuming James was still processing through a childhood of foster families.  

Adjusting to his wolf got easier as he aged.  James even felt a bit of gratification, self-acceptance, when he could use his abilities to work his way up through the New York force.  Six years working the beat, he became a homicide detective, and his family could never be prouder.  And maybe, just maybe, his biological parents felt the same way, if they could see him.  James wasn’t a spiritual man, but it still gave him a sense of comfort to think his parents looked after him.

Things went fairly well for James throughout his adult years.  Sure, his love life was abysmal, too many partners complaining of him already being married to his job, but overall, he was happy.  It was a good life, while it lasted.

James would never admit it to anyone but working Homicide for 16 years really was starting to take a toll on him.  He never talked to anyone about how it was affecting him, seeing the most depraved of humanity.  It was becoming harder to go into work each day.  

One particular case really hit close to home.  A foster kid was found dead, brutally tortured until they succumbed to blood loss.  It made him so angry, that 30 years later and still kids were going through absolute hell in the system.  It was the night before the full moon when James was on his way to arrest the son of a bitch who did this, and that should have set off all the red flags in his head.  But he was blinded by his emotions, exacerbated by his inner wolf baying for blood.

The arrest was going smoothly at first, until the perp had the balls to laugh and say no one was going to miss some orphan trash anyway.  James saw red, his composure snapped.  It took 4 officers to pry him off the bloody pulp of what was once a man, his fists raw with broken skin from each blow he had lashed out onto the perp.  Realization slowly crept up James’ spine, his head spinning as he fought back the urge to vomit.  What the fuck did he do?  

On instinct, he shoved off the other officers and ran.  The still rational part of his brain knew he would be even more dangerous locked within a prison.  They don’t know that he can transform into a monster.  That he was a monster.  

James went on the run.  He broke all communication with his family, sending one last text saying goodbye and that he was so, so sorry, before throwing his phone into the Hudson.  For 5 years he moved from town to town, working small jobs while he battled with his self-hatred.  

It was by chance that he ran into another wolf during his travels; they mentioned a place where beings like them were accepted.  James didn’t feel like he deserved to be in a place where he would be accepted.  If anyone knew what he’d done, surely, they would be just as disgusted with him as he was with himself.  But…he was tired of running.  So many years of being alone, of being afraid of being near another person.  Spending most nights drowning himself in liquor to numb the pain.  It was truly wearing him down.  

Faerune was nothing like he’d expected.  Maybe it was his own ignorance, but he half expected some Middle Earth-like place.  But no, it was a bustling city.  Sure, it was no New York, but it still was lively, full of people.  James wasn’t sure how he felt about that.  More people meant more chances to hurt someone.  

In bit of a dazed state, he walked into a police station, surprised there even was one.  He told the receptionist that he was new to town and used to be a cop.  Lead to the captain’s office, he gave them his work history.  James felt guilty, leaving out the reason why he left the force, but this might be his only chance to repent for his fuckup.  

He was offered the position of detective, but after a moment of consideration he declined.  James had loved his old job, but he recognized that it was one of the catalysts for him losing control.  So instead, he was assigned to work with Finley, an absolute rookie by comparison to James’ 20 plus years’ experience.  

The captain hoped he could shape the kid to be as “accomplished” of an officer as James was.  If only they had known that such a suggestion was a direct shot to the wolf’s heart.  Still, he would try his best.  If anything, he could make sure the kid turned out a better man than he ever was.

AND WHAT HAS BECOME OF YOU?

Now James has a daughter in his life he never knew existed and wants to be there for her in the way he never had the chance to.  He is also involved with Sloane and Atlas, which has helped him to lower his walls a bit and soften up a smidge.  He’s also taken it upon himself to teach Sloane and Zeke how to fight, so that they have the self-defense skills they may need in this new reign.  

He hates this new takeover but feels like his hands are tied due to his position as a civil servant.  That doesn’t stop him from performing acts of rebellion to aid his friends, especially if that means turning a blind eye to certain activities.  

[4amghosts]

I discovered this song when I was in London performing at a fetish party and at a legendary nightclub.

At the fetish party, after I had performed, a man with a well-groomed beard wearing a giant white fur coat approached me. I blew him off, but we ran into each other on the street in Soho. He came to see me at the nightclub. I ate a small dose of mushrooms after I performed and made out with him in the middle of the crowd.

Back in NYC I was in a relationship with a guy I loved dearly, and who at one point I thought I would marry. He had spent the last two years of our five years together spiraling deep into a depression, refusing to work, plowing through his savings until eventually he sublet his apartment and moved in with me. He spent his days playing video games, going to ju jitsu, and making music out of car noises. He transformed so drastically from the person ai had met and fell in love with, becoming nasty and ceaselessly critical. I was financially and emotionally drained.

My London lover had a bedroom that fully blacked out. I was in heaven. Fucking him probably felt amazing because I was rolling on mushrooms. I tried to stroke his cock and he stopped me, telling me my touch would make him lose his erection. I didn’t care to ask why. I slept deeply for the first time in nearly two years. The next day I listened to the entire Matthew Dear album Bunny on repeat while wandering around foggy London and coming to terms with the reality that I needed to leave my partner.

[darkest-child]

go to gym 4 days a week

train ju-jitsu and get thrown n’ punched all over

have physcially straining job 5 days a week

pulls back carrying shopping in from car

[esprit-de-champion]

Il y aura un peu plus de posts comme celui-ci c’est à dire un peu tourner vers le sport. Tout simplement car c’est quelque chose que j’aime beaucoup en particulier les sports de combats ou art martiaux. ⚪️Étant sportif je sais que l’on veut aller toujours plus loin pour avoir ce qu’on veut car on en veut toujours plus c’est ça qui est cool et adapter cet état d’esprit là, dans la vie de tous les jours va nous permettre de réussir. ⚪️Bien sûr ça ne vaut os que dans le sport mais dans la musique et tout autres domaines tant que ça vous motive c’est que c’est bon pour vous (à École de ju-jitsu de Matane) https://www.instagram.com/p/B4Gc9Oahxtn/?igshid=na4bjvamvmw9