I feel like Farleigh loves to bite 🤷

❝ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ❞

pairing: farleigh x afab reader

warnings: semi plot, smut, biting (obv), sub!farleigh, missionary, riding, praise (m receiving), hair pulling, begging, fucking farleigh dumb (?)

a/n: oh yeah… yeah. also for my baby @ludicdoll

not too long ago, you dragged farleigh away from the party to go to your room. he had his hands on you the whole night — kissing and gently biting at your neck and just trying to touch you everywhere. he seemed so needy. i mean, you did just come back from out of town but still; you’ve been out of town way longer before, and he’s never acted like this in public. as soon as he felt your hands wrap around his wrist and pull him out the room, he knew he was finally getting what he wanted.

soon enough he had you laying on your back in missionary. his face was buried in your neck, biting slightly. he was trying not to be too loud; scared of embarrassing himself by showing how needy he was for you. your hand moved to the back of his head, tangling in his curls. it pulled a high whine from his throat, but farleigh immediately started to kiss your neck to distract himself and shut up. but you didn’t like it. you liked hearing the little noises he made from your tight, wet cunt wrapped around his thick cock. “doing so good f’me… cmon lemme hear you…” you whisper out into his ear. the room was filled with the lewd sound of squelching and skin slapping. farleigh’s moans were getting higher in pitch, but his hips started to slow down. he whined out, like he wanted something from you. and almost immediately you knew exactly what it was he wanted. you pulled his hair back slightly, making him look at you. “is my baby tired?” you coo mockingly at him. his eyes were low, and he was already so pussy drunk that he couldn’t form his words properly.

“mmh… mhm…” he whimpers as you rub his cheek soothingly. he looks up at you with pleading eyes — his lips swollen from all the rough kisses you had given to him moments earlier. “get on your back.” you instruct. farleigh swiftly turns over, putting his hands on your waist to make sure he doesn’t pull out when doing so. you lean down to plant a kiss on his forehead and put your hands on his chest. before you do anything, farleigh sits up, resting his back on the head of the bed. he braces himself, putting one hand on the back of your neck to bring you closer to his slick lips. they instantly make contact with your skin and a few seconds later you feel his teeth sink into your skin. he didn’t bite down hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a tiny mark. you moan out at the sensation and start to rock your hips against farleigh’s. his large hands tighten on your waist and a needy whimper escapes his throat.

once you started to bounce on his cock was when he absolutely lost it. your hands went to tangle in his hair again as your hips started to move faster. he removed his mouth from your neck, sitting back all the way and letting his eyes shut instinctively — but you called out to him for him to look you in the eye as you rode him. “no no no baby, eyes up here remember?” he let out a whine in protest, eyes still closed. you stopped moving your hips, reaching up to gently grab his face.

that got his attention.

his pretty brown eyes opened up and scanned your face. he licked his swollen lips before finally breaking the silence in the bedroom. “can you please move… ill be good f’you i promise baby, cmon…” he kept the eye contact, waiting for you to start moving your hips again for him. he moved his hand from the nape of your neck and slowly dragged it down to rest on your lower back. when he noticed you shift your hips slightly he bit his lips, preparing himself. you started at a slow pace, keeping yourself steady with your hands resting on his shoulders. a low whimper escaped him since he was already overwhelmed with everything you’ve done to him within the past hour — but he still needed more. “f-faster… please i need it. i need you…” he moaned out with a slight voice crack. you obliged to his begging, moving your hips a bit faster. at this point both of his hands were on your waist and he was biting his lip to where he almost drew blood.

he kept a tight grip on your hips, nails digging into your skin as his noises got higher and higher in pitch. he moved one hand from your hip to bring your neck back down to his lips again. he started to suck little bruises and marks onto your skin before he bit down. he usually only bites like this when he gets overstimulated from too many emotions at once. when he felt your tight cunt squeeze on his cock he sobbed out. “baby — d-don’t do that… don’t wanna cum yet…” he looked up at you from the crook of your neck, flashing a pussy drunk smile before he went right back to kissing and nipping at your neck.

you could tell he was getting close to cumming when he stopped biting you and just kept his lips on your skin — little moans and whines escaping his lips as he put his hand back to rest on your waist. his eyes would damn near roll to the back of his head with each movement of your hips. "you've been so good for me hm? wanna cum..?" you coo to him. he bit his lip again, nodding his head at you. one of your hands go to rub at his cheek, and he immediately leans into your touch. his jaw is slack as he looks up at you, chest rising and falling heavily as he chases his orgasm. “oh fuck, please keep going… m’so close…” he started to thrust up into you, wanting for you to cum with him. once he felt that familiar feeling in his stomach he held your hips down on his — all while still nibbling and kissing at your pulse point.

…

“is that what you wanted?” you whisper out, breaking the silence.

“mhm…”

More 09 trans!ghost smut for my dudes.

Cw: Gloryhole, trans!ghost, 09!Ghost, amab reader. A/B/O dynamics. Blowjobs. Getting to the point where I kind of just want to make a male OC for my little man Riley.

A/n: I bring you more food. *Shakes bag*

You knew Ghost wasn't yours. Of course your side of base had gotten up to some lasting habits the last little bit including marking down those going away for their heats. You had ways of dealing with it. Especially since Captain MacTavish was being handed as many under the table favors as you were.

You didn't mind it. You didn't mind trying to do some paperwork and feeling the intense heat filling the room from under your desk. Smelling pheramones that licked off the paint on the walls and stung your nose.

Feeling Ghost's fingernails digging into your thighs, throat relaxing as he sloppily caught the spit that dripped down your balls with his tongue. Looking up at you as best he could while he pressed his face flush to your groin. Moaning and soaking himself in your scent and your skin.

Ghost certainly wasn't yours. But you had every right to be jealous of him. He was the town whore for his captains and COs. The recruits very rarely got to have any of what he could offer. You were just lucky you were in his roster of cocks to suck when he felt like it.

He was extremely professional off the field. But as soon as he felt he wanted it or that heat set in. Simon Riley was a changed man.

He wasn't one to get embarrassed either. So seeing him waltz into your office was no shocker. Nor was him walking over to your desk, pulling his hoodie over his head, tossing it in the corner of your office and then promptly shoving his face in your crotch.

"Well you're proud aren't you?"

He'd only huff, waiting impatiently for you to give him the word, before you finally leaned back and spread your legs, letting him unzip your pants and pull your cock out. Stroking the flaccid length, pulling up his mask to get his warm mouth over the soft head.

Crystal blue eyelids fluttering as he pressed himself down into you.

Riley was your good boy as far as you were concerned. Fuck the sounds coming from MacTavish's room or hearing him taking a pounding from a second lieutenant he had been avoiding all day.

Today you felt particularly on edge for one reason. Simon's heat would be starting sometime. He'd not been acting well the past couple days so it was clear that you were right. But you hadn't seen Simon since then.

And that made you upset. Knowing he could be in heat and he went to someone else before you.

Your jealousy kept you from doing work, getting up and wandering the halls. Just get it out of you, maybe hear Riley taking it in that pretty pussy.

You walked near the bathroom, hearing the door swing open and a recruit walked out. He zipped up his pants, looking around and spotting you. Quickly he rushed away embarrassed, not wanting to be caught up in whatever was happening.

Odd. You went to the bathroom, pushing open the door and hearing chuckles and groans. Sounds of sex filled the air, the smell of lingering sharp wine filled with putrid semen slicking the floor.

One of the lieutenants saw you, unsure if you would be in on what was happening.

"What's going on?" You asked, but it didn't take long for you to catch one particular scent you knew well. Peppermint candies and kindle staining the walls of scent. Hitting you like a blast of cold air on a summers day.

"One of the soldiers is in heat." The lieutenant said. You saw two of the bathroom stalls open in either side of one locked stall. You knew them well. The inspection team could never figure out what the holes were for.

You squatted, bending down to see familiar shoes and bunched combat pants. You grinned wickedly, feeling arousal stir in your gut. "Slutty boy..." You muttered, standing.

"You know which one?" You asked, knowing they wouldn't. They shook their heads.

You didn't waste any time. You walked to the stall to the right, seeing the kid in there pressing his groin further against the hole in the stall. Breathing heavy past his lips and bucking lightly.

You touched his shoulder, making him jump. "I-I-"

"Times up kiddo."

He blushed, gripping the top of the stall divider and screwing his hips a few more times, no longer able to draw out his orgasm.

A slick pop could be heard,followed by a sharp deep breath from the middle stall. A low groan, and a jostle on the stall dividers meant someone had found their new spot across from you.

You ushered the kid out, sloppily he wiped his cock and shoved it, still hard and throbbing in his pants.

You didn't feel much remorse, closing the stall door and locking it. No one came in until you were done.

You slowly unbuckled your belt, bending down to the hole. "Riley~ you're being a bad boy." You said lowly.

You heard a soft whine, seeing a hand reach through the hole, wiggling fingers. You grabbed it, pressing his fingers to your lips.

"Please."

You could tell he was desperate, the smell was almost sickening.

You pushed him back through, undoing the flap of your jeans and pulling the zipper. You pulled your cock out, slowly stroking it, feeling the veins pop and your cock grow hard just from the thought of his lips pursed around your swollen head.

Pre-cum slowly built up on the tip, and you fed it into the hole, feeling warm breath sweep across the tip. You shuddered, keeping your thumb pressed on the base of your cock. You couldn't see him, but you felt him jostle, his lips brushing your cock, moaning a little.

From the second stall down, someone was having their fun, their cock burrowed deep inside Riley's dripping tight cunt.

Simon took your cock in hand, slowly licking it, lapping at the pre-cum before going over the head. Your cock pressed into his throat, feeling his tight reflexes tense around your fat length.

It was hot. The noises, the groans, the slapping skin and squelching juices. You couldn't help yourself, thrusting forward and forcing him to take more of you, his nose brushing against the stall divider.

He pressed his palm flat on the divider for stability, forcing his throat to relax and awkwardly bobbing his head on your cock.

You could imagine sparkling blue eyes leaking tears down freckled pale cheeks. Choking and spitting up saliva, tongue feeding against the bottom of your cock as you force him to take more like a big boy.

But this wasn't enough. Not for Riley, or for you.

"Come on, you're taking your sweet ass time."

The voice next to you said, a cocky attitude and a rough accent.

"You can wait your fucking turn." You replied, knowing exactly who was behind that door. You chuckled, groaning softly as Riley's lips sucked your cock, pushing himself down, choking and then pulling away. Saliva dripping from his sore, raw lips to the tip of your swollen cock.

"You know, Riley. You're really a slut."

Riley let out a soft moan, his body shaking and jerking as he was taken.

"F-Fuck... Captain please..."

You hummed lowly, urging him back onto your cock. You felt pride knowing without even seeing him you could coax him back to your cock. Knowing that Riley was rightfully your slut no matter what anyone said. "Fuck... Suck it like you mean it. I know you can do better that that." You gripped the top of the divider, forcing your groin flush against the hole.

His warm wet mouth and throat were perfect. Tight and hot. Just for you.

"Good boy, good boy, choke on it, come on, I know you can, you fucking slut, you love sucking me off, don't you, taking my thick cock and letting everyone hear."

Riley batted tears away from his eyelashes, his knees feeling weak as he felt seed pooling into his cunt. He choked, forcing himself down on your cock, tongue lapping at the underbelly of veins as his own orgasm dripped into his messy pubic hair.

It felt so hot. He couldn't remove one more inch of clothing but fuck. This was all he could do to combat that feral little beast inside him that wanted to ride cock until his hips fell off or someone put a baby in him.

Wanting to drive seed from you, wanting to taste it, to enjoy it like he always did. He continued to suck, your hips pressed to the cold stall wall, hearing choke and feeling him swallow. Your orgasm building up, your cock pulsing in his mouth.

"Fuck, fuck, Riley, I'm gonna cum, gonna fill that pretty mouth, gonna make you drink every last drop. God damnit you're a good fucking boy, aren't you?"

Simon only sucked. Kept his mouth going and busy. With one last swallow you groaned, shooting your load in his mouth. His gag reflex went haywire, trying to swallow and coughing on the thick spend.

Pulling away from your cock and choking it up down his chin, dripping into the floor. He panted, swallowing thickly to recover. Your cock still twitching in the hole, leaking the last drops.

"F-fuck."

"I know you're not done."

The other stall door closed, a recruit stumbling out, looking back to make sure they weren't caught, and left the bathroom.

Simon panted, knees shaking. You slowly pulled your cock away, wiping what Simon didn't get and tucking yourself back into your jeans. "When you're done you know exactly where to go."

You fixed your belt and opened the stall. Letting the soldier waiting impatiently inside. You still heard Simon choke and pant, knowing you seared his insides with another imprint. Still your slut, still your hole, no matter how many other men thought they could fill him full. You'd always, always exceed.

Thinking about it being winter, and it's been snowing and you and Lando are curled up downstairs surrounded by blankets and pillows and watching the snow fall behind the huge windows. Soaking in the last true moments together before the new season starts. Lando tracing patterns, and maybe there is lazy soft sex and ghosts of kisses. And you two are just naked and cuddling and whispering about the future and yeah.....maybe a heated blanket keeping you both extra toasty and just falling asleep curled around each other and yeahhhh I'm melting

Can you do a quick little Male/ Gender neutral Courier x Joshua Graham, where They're both sitting next to the fire and the Courier scoots to sit closer to Joshua? :3

Asks! 🥰 Of course I can, hope you're satisfied.

You'd not been with the Dead Horses long. The Sorrows and Daniel had proved to hold up as allies, and your determination to help the people of Zion grew stronger the longer you stayed. The water didn't suffer the same radiation and the canyon walls were marked with drawings they held close.

But Joshua wasn't as attached to the place as Daniel. In a way you could sympathize; having had few places to truly call home for yourself.

You came back to the Dead Horse camp from visiting Daniel and the Sorrows. The fire they sat around crackled. It was clever how they had separate set ups for food vs. warmth.

You couldn't stop your little smile when you spotted Joshua among the group, sat near the fire, close enough for some warmth but no more.

"And like the prodigal son, he returns." Joshua joked softly, something new you hadn't seen from him.

"You seem lax." You came over and fluffed your duster as you sat a respectful distance from him.

He shrugged, crossing one leg over the other. One of the Dead Horse's came over with a plate and offered it to you.

"Thank you." Your stomach growled and you eagerly dug in.

Joshua found it fascinating to watch you. He saw parts of himself in you, it gave him comfort, and fear. You seemed to be able to have a strong impact on the world. On NCR and the Legion, couriers held more power than they may realize.

You felt his gaze on you, thinking, considering. You moved your plate and scooted closer, sitting nearer to him.

His eyes widen slightly before cutting off his reaction and looking back at the fire.

"You have a lot of responsibility, past Zion. Past the Mojave."

You stuffed the last bit of gecko meat into your mouth and swallowed. "Hey, if I let you take the Dead Horses, The Sorrows, and Daniel out into the Mojave, I'll make sure you're provided for wherever you end up going."

Joshua was quiet.

"So don't think this is all on you." Your hand briefly touched his knee, close enough to him your body warmth collided.

"I'm responsible enough to take care of my problems."

"Oh. A problem, are we?" He turned his head, tilting slightly.

You stare at him, something about only being able to see his eyes makes them more intense and beautiful. You smiled softly, "Well, my problem now. I don't mind."

"Somehow you always find things to say I don't expect from you..."

You lean closer, your warm breath fanning across the bandages on his chin. Before you can do anything stupid you catch yourself, his sharp eyes watching.

"Watch my lips more often, I'm sure you'll figure it out." You patted his thigh, making his eyebrows scrunch briefly.

God, you really had to send this one, didn't you? Somehow... Joshua doesn't find himself complaining. A little smile tugging at his lips. His body is relaxing with your close proximity. Looking down briefly before his eyes drew up to your lips.

Well, if you insisted. He'd pay much closer attention.

Lara Croft

Warnings: angst

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A sharp knock on your door shakes you from your dishes. You walk to open it, the floor boards squeaking beneath your feet. The door hinges scream as you open it to see Lara fucking Croft standing in front of you.

“Lara?” Your voice shakes as you stare at her dumbfounded. Your knees feel weak as a sense of relief washes over you.

“Long time no see.” Her words echo in your ears with that lovely British accent of hers. Her travel along your body it makes you feel exposed. Your heart races as you look at her. This isn’t the Lara you once knew, she has changed.

She looks tired and her hair is up in a messy bun as you stare silently. “Can I come in?” Her voice is soft and sweet as she asks. “I- I” it shocks you she is here. She is supposed to be dead. “Lara.” You mange to croak out in a meek voice. She rushes and hugs you.

This can’t be real she can’t be real. She has been missing. You can’t relax into her touch but you hold on to her scared to let go. “Is this real or a dream?” You ask her

“Have you been dreaming about me?” She chuckles in a teasing tone. You would never admit how she runs in your thoughts.

“You miss me?” She asks softly. “More than anything in the world.” You say as you pull her inside.

If this is a dream you are going to bask in it, to worship it, savor it like ice cream before it melts away. “Stay Lara.” You whisper to her softly and she seems to head but not acknowledge it.

——

When you wake up in the morning alone you feel an ache in your chest. You know it was all a dream a fantasy but one that you wish would go on forever. You stare at her side of the bed longing for her touch. Is she alive out in the world or are you waiting for something that will never come?

Only time will tell….

Tmnt!Obsessed blurb

Click, Shutter.

The whirring of a camera, the shuffling of a photograph came in the dark, echoing through the inky street.

The person, well, terrapin behind the camera smiled wildly, teeth all too sharp to be normal. Eyes focused on the most darling human, the one whom talked with friendliness in broad daylight.

Love for the human. Much more than what could be considered healthy. Bubbling, nearly spilling over the surface.

Careful, careful, all too careful. Silence must pierce the veil, cover the urge, no, the ache, to just shout out, to envelope YOUR warmth.

.....

Maybe tonight he'd be bolder. Maybe tonight he'd walk beside the human. After all, there were creeps out within these shadows.

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Reminder! This is pure fiction and to engage in these fantasies in a consensual and safe environment, with a safe word and make sure it's just a scene.

Sub phoebe 🤭

holy...

the universe needs to give me strength

I want to write a whole fic on this but my first thought is literally she would be so whiny and sweet, like the exact opposite of her everyday vibe

hear me out (she can do no wrong in my mind) she's already soft but she so blunt, and playfully tough, and has this casually dominant vibe and I imagine her literally just looking up at you, and her face relaxes, her eyes wide and submissive, slightly glassy, and she just lets you stand over her and rub her bottom lip with your thumb, she just takes the tip in her mouth so sweetly

I CANNNNTTTTTTT

Okay, but does anyone else think it’s really hot when Tech translates and then proceeds to speak in the primitive native language on Skako Minor? Anyone?? No? Just me? 😮‍💨😍

The Vestige blinked sleepily, their head dropping as they slowly lost the fight to sleep.

Their eyes blinked open when they heard Fennorian’s voice, softly spoken in their ear, “Are you uncomfortable?”

The Vestige blinked and shook their head rapidly, burying it further into Fennorian’s shoulder. Their body was twisted in the most unconventional way to be sat on his lap while the scholar worked. And Fennorian couldn’t imagine they would be able to sit that way for long. “I… am the most comfortable I’ve ever been in my entire life.”

And maybe it was true. The Vestige did many strange things in strange ways. Though Fennorian still tried to disagree with them. “Would you like to move?” He asked already scooting the chair backward. They could sit on the big plush chair by the window instead.

The Vestige gasped dramatically, and clung onto Fennorian. “No! No! Go back to work. I’m comfy, I promise.” They pouted.

Fennorian paused. He studied them silently.

“I mean it, Fenn. I’ve waited my entire life to sit on someone’s lap and take a nap, and I’m not giving up now that I have the opportunity.” Vestige grumbled.

At this a small smile curled its way over Fennorian’s face. “We can go sit somewhere else. We don’t have to stay here.” He tried to tempt them.

But it was no use. The Vestige huffed at him and curled up closer to his body. So Fennorian let it go and turned back to his desk. He thought of the back pain the Vestige was definitely going to incur from sitting this way. But the work to make them feel better would be worth it, so long as his Vestige was happy.

Chenford + I kissed you, because I wanted to

"Why are you yelling at me?"

"Why won't you answer the question Lucy? Why did you grab me and kiss me? First in your living room and then again in that airplane bathroom?"

"I don't know what you want me to say."

"Lucy," Tim takes a breath and a beat. He walks across the room to her and takes her hand. He smiles down at her and is once again struck by how she radiates sunshine and love and hearts and rainbows and all things good in the world. His heart skips a beat or two as he radiates joy back to her. "I'm not mad at you. I genuinely want to know."

"Here, I'll go first ok? I kissed you back, because I wanted to. I have wanted to kiss you since you turned around during that first roll call and our eyes met. You were and are the most beautiful woman I know. I knew from that first moment, that you were gonna be important to me. So when you kissed me, I took full advantage of the moment and kissed you back."

Tim adds quietly, "I think I loved you before I met you, because you've always felt like home to me. "

Knowing that Joseph takes baths as part of a self care routine, I'm all on board for sitting in a tub with him, snuggling up, smelling Gris on him, hearing him talk about his day while he peppers my shoulders with kisses.

"Tech!"

Tech sighed but didn't look up from his current project. "What is it, Wrecker!"

"Look over here!"

"I'm busy."

"Please! Just for a second!."

Tech sighed and lowered his datapad. He dropped the hand holding his stylus down to the elbow of the other and turned to give Wrecker an unimpressed look. The moment his gaze landed on his brother though, a bright flash of light temporarily blinded him.

His look turned to one of mild annoyance and he raised his brow to ask, "Really?"

"Just wanted a picture! Go back to your novel!"

Wrecker gave him a blinding smile before vanishing out of the lounge room. Tech couldn't be too annoyed, as he knew Wrecker was just trying to improve his newfound skills with the camera. Hobbies were something new they were learning to enjoy, and Wrecker's just happened to be photography. It would be nice though if he didn't feel the need to use them as subjects when they were otherwise preoccupied.

Crosshair's annoyed voice suddenly, and loudly, filled the house followed by Wrecker's booming laughter. Tech couldn't help but grin as he turned back to his datapad. Well, it seemed he wasn't the only one Wrecker was wanting to photograph. Hopefully Crosshair wouldn't be too infuriated to be pulled from whatever had held his attention.

Despite the unwanted interruption he himself had experienced, Tech was happy to see Wrecker enjoying himself. Knowing that his brothers were thriving in this post war environment was all Tech needed to be content. Well, that and peace and quiet to work on his own projects. Which considering the shouting and laughter still coming from downstairs, he doubted he would get either any time soon.

So, with a fond sigh, he placed his datapad and stylus onto his window lounge and left his little bubble of soft light. Whatever chaos his family was causing needed someone to try and mediate. Or, well, at the very least observe in fond amuesment.

The sky is dark, and the wind strong. Everyone can feel disorder and adversity approaching. I need to get the Princess out of here and have her finish the prophecy. I wish I could just tell her the prophecy, but damn the ancients and her Highness for swearing me to secrecy. It's bad enough I have to accept that my Knight won't be mine once she turns 18, but I have to help and pretend everything is perfect for her sake. She's just a child; she doesn't deserve this, I say as if I also wasn't pushed to grow swiftly. Ancients I was only a year older than her when I was enlisted. I moved up the ranks purely because my uncle passed and had no heir. I wished I was still just a soldier sharing a bunk with my friend. I would give up my status and new wealth to be by his side again. When my uncle passed, I was the only male in the family to take his seat on the council. My family wasn't wealthy, but we were happy tending to our plants and doing an odd job. His daughter deserves this seat more than me, the guilt I feel for taking what should've been hers. As the youngest on the council, I somehow was charged with being a guide or mentor if she ever required it. Mostly I was there in case teenage rebellion kicked in early. Now I'm here stuck guiding this kid to satisfy a prophecy that might end up with me dying. I wasn't even supposed to be here; numerous other people were in line to take her, just was the only one she'd speak to without any sass. What stinks, even more, is I don't detest the kid. Like, she's actually decent and wouldn't hate her taking over. "Princess, you have to move. No one can rescue you from this, and you won't survive a battle here. No one will be coming for you," I tell the young majesty since she has to continue the remainder of this by herself. No one can come for her. It's against the ancients word. She can't go back, only forward to the Temple. I hope the Temple is worth it. I have grown close to the little pain. I'd be sad if she died. Curse her mother to the lower layers. I can't stand the look she is giving me. Her eyes are large with questions and watery from fear. If she was younger, she'd probably be clutching my tunic, begging me to stop everything. No child deserves this fate pushed on them. Her mouth opens," What about your white Knight? Won't he be coming to our aid? He knows we were heading here. You had a letter from him not even a day ago!" I sigh and consider a lie that will dissuade her from lingering. I speak the one thing I hope I never have to confront," He's dead. The letter was from his commander telling me he parted on his way here. His body was located a mile out from our last resting area. I'm remorseful I didn't notify you sooner. I wished to keep this from you until you were back home." I feel nothing in me. The idea of this is terrible enough to make me numb. I must keep her going no matter the price. The world rests on my capacity to frighten a child into running away from doing good. She'll loathe me if I survive since I'm lying to her. Ancients be damned to hell; they aren't the one who has to look at the girl's face as she looks like she might cry and just wants to be told everything will be alright. Fuck it, I suppose. I might as well get myself killed for her. I'm not going to condemn her for any of this. It's not her fault that the kingdom was cursed and needs to be saved from a civil war. I sigh and find an area for us to sit on this hill; funnily, this might be the literal hill I die on.

"Princess, I'm going to tell you something, and in return, I need you to swear that you won't inform anyone about this. I'll explain more after you consent to that," I say, not even looking her in the eye. Turning to face her, I see her nodding, and she appears to scoot closer as if I have all the answers in the world. I sigh once more and meet her eyes," There is a prophecy that a young heir will bring tranquility to our kingdom and help the land return to its former glory. The typical stuff of fables. The twisted part is that you are to head to the Temple unaided and find a way to persuade or slaughter the priest to get to Thelma, our sister kingdom. Don't fret; eventually, you will be permitted companions again. In Thelma, you will have to satisfy some tasks by yourself to earn their backing and some dumb mystical weapon that can only be utilized by those worthy-"I witness her nod her head along to my words, still with queries swirling in her little head. "-once you get that weapon," I begin to choke up but manage to finalize my thought," My Knight will find you and be by your side till the end. I don't know anymore as I was scarcely permitted this much knowledge. They feared that I'd inform you, and somehow it would impact the outcome or some absurd shit! Princess, I can't send a child to her potential demise without telling her all I can to equip her." She looks at me and declares," So your Knight is alive? Why'd you lie like that? Why would you even tell me? Just who precisely said I was the correct Heir?! I- AHH!" I grab the child, hold her to my chest, and pat her back. I whisper to her," I needed you to reach that Temple no matter what, as you must be there by at least tomorrow at dusk. My whole point existing at your side this long was virtuously to keep you in the dark and frighten you into following this shit show of a prophecy." I stroke her hair, and she begins to cry as it washes over her that her mother knew this and planned for her to perhaps even perish to complete this foolish thing. She cries cause she discovers her inseparable advisor was planted to keep her complicit. She weeps because she comprehends that I wasn't supposed to tell her any of this and what the possible sentence will be. I nudge her off of me and look deep into her eyes," My Queen, in my eyes, you have earned that crown and honestly can bear it. I was vowed by the court to secrecy. They made me pledge on the Ancients. Shhh, don't squander your tears on a dead man. Merely don't recount the grounds I parted on to my Knight. Lie to him and state I was shot or something, and you couldn't help me or that I was in good health when you left me. I can't leave you to manage with his outrage when you reunite. Simply"I sigh and brush her tears away,"-treat him agreeably and tend to him in my standing. It's a lot to request of a child, I understand, but he's already promised to you nevertheless, so might as well make certain you treat him right." She examines me, disoriented about my phrasing, but I make a face implying to her to not ask. I thwart her from extending the conversation anymore to tell her that I believe in her and truthfully have grown to care for her, so she better make certain my so-called sacrifice wasn't in vain. She required some pushing, but ultimately, I got her to head off in the distance towards her fortune, whatever it may be. She fades into the distance, and I sit back down and ponder my remaining moments, knowing the Ancient Ones will come for me soon as I did violate my Oath.

I reminisce on my years at her side, observing her grow and become the lady I contain familial love for. I think back on the days of training that left him and me aching and breathless, so all we could do was lay in bed and gaze into the eyes of each other, knowing that no matter how formidable the labor, we will be adequate as we hold each other dear. My love, please don't take your wrath out on the poor girl. You know it's not her to blame and that I've developed softness in my years. Darling, for how much I worship you and wouldn't barter any of our rememberings for an extra day on this plane. We always did wonder if we'd last when we heard you were so-called betrothed to this baby half our age. She's simply 12 and requires direction and stability. Recall how youthful we were when we started? I hope you move on, and perhaps you two will grow to adore each other in some manner. I witness a figure in a dark cloak with what might be fine needlework of skulls and stars. The thread glistens in the beams. The being strides up to me and holds out a hand. I grasp it and hear in my mind these words. "You broke your Oath and have meddled with this kingdom's prophecy. I shall carry you to be evaluated for your life and have you resign your body on this plane. "I feel as if my body was falling asleep, the numbness of nothing as my body tumbles to the ground, despite that I remain standing holding the person's hand. I blink, and the world fades into darkness. 

vanity

recently i have fallen in love with aging and the process of me growing into myself. watching as my relationship with my body and myself evolve; exploring the possibilities of who i will blossom into. uncovering the parts of myself that i adore and cherish and falling in love with myself =(^.^)=

Raphael Eldridge

He woke up, alone in his house. He sat up, looking around at the lights that were still on, the lights that seemed so blindingly bright. His head was pounding as the night before came back to him. The way he had gotten drunk with his friends, where were they? They never left him on the floor like this. He groaned and pushed himself up, wincing in pain at the soreness in his back. He also noticed the pure silence, he didn’t hear his footsteps, nor his breaths or the buzz of electricity. He reached up to check his hearing aid and froze when he realized it wasn’t there. He checked the other ear and much the same, was this some kind of prank? He sighed and looked around, falling out for his friends, at least, he was pretty sure he was calling, but he couldn’t hear anything so he had to hope.

Being a tutor who works at my college’s writing center is like. Yes i am severely underpaid but also my favorite professors are sending little freshmen my way who write such young and lovely words. Just when I calmly decide that I will lose my mind after the umpteenth business-or-maybe-accounting-major-who’s-prof-assigned-the-writing-center-as-part-of-the-credit-for-the-essay-and-they-don’t-give-a-shit waltzes, hands me horrendous smelly prose that reeks unrighteously of struggle, boredom and convolution, just when the film of hopelessness begins to cloud my bloodshot eyes… the next appointment walks in, and she soaks my soul in hope for the future of writing through her glorious, concise, well-organized, interesting, captivating APA formatted essay on the first African American woman who flew into space. And I learn something new. And she learns how to insert page numbers. And I learn something new.