The Minotaur's Heir (Wreck-It Ralph x Merida)

In the wooden four poster king sized bed of a glorious stone castle, a handsome brown minotaur laid on his back as he gazed lustfully and lovingly at his beautiful wife; a woman with pale-fair skin, blue eyes, and curly wild red hair. The minotaur, known as Ralph, watched with a lustful gaze as his wife, Merida, bounced up and down on his thick, long, magnificent cock. She moaned in pleasure as she felt his huge and glorious balls slap against her arse as his cock filled her deeply, causing a bulge in her lower stomach; her loving the feeling as her tongue stuck out in lust, letting her husband know that his cock filling her deeply made her lust for him. Merida then lowered herself, her hands on Ralph's muscular chest and her breasts jiggling towards his mouth almost tempting him to suckle them as he imagined her tits swollen and heavy with milk.

"Oohhhh, my sweet husband," Merida moaned. "Fill me. Fill me with your glorious sperm. Give me a child! Make me your breeder." She felt herself about to come, about to soak his glorious cock. Ralph then placed his hands on her arse, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and quick. "Oh, my beautiful wife. My one and only. Soak my cock. Claim me as yours!" Ralph moaned, feeling her walls clench. Merida then felt her lady honey soak her husband's wonderful cock all the way down to his balls. 

Even as Merida was lifted from her husband's cock, she saw that it was still hard and erect; Meaning that he'd hadn't released yet. Ralph then gently turned her over so her head now laid on the pillows and he was above her. He bent low to kiss her deeply, their tongues teasing each other. The tip of his cock rubbing against her breasts and leaking precum while his large balls rubbed her wet womanhood. Merida moaned at the feeling of the tip rubbing against her tits and marking her. Ralph stopped kissing her, her lips a bit swollen.

He then gazed at the sight of the tip of his glorious cock rubbing between his wife's gorgeous tits, the tip near her mouth. As if he was tempting her to suck the tip, Merida then teasingly licked it; licking the salty precum. 'Such a beautiful little breeder. Teasing me,' he thought. Almost prompting Ralph to want his wife to take his cock into her mouth and throat and suck him deeply, but he had other plans.

He then slowly dragged his cock towards her heavenly center, it dripping with honey and ready and slicked up. Ralph then gently slipped the tip into her sweet little hole, the nectar providing fantastic lube. Merida felt an incredible pleasure surge through her body as she then moaned to the heavens, feeling her hips thrust forward and prompting her beastly lover to go deeper. Hearing her plees, Ralph granted his wife's desire, slowly thrusting his cock deeper into her slick core.

"Oohhhh, breed me. Breed me like the beautiful cow I am, my love." Merida moaned, "Make other men know that I belong to you." Her words made Ralph thrust harder and groan at the thought of being protective of his mate. But her liking him being protective of her turned him on even more. "I bet you'd love to try and make me jealous, my mama cow. Love for me to let other men know you're mine," Ralph moaned, thrusting harder as Merida moaned louder and her tongue stuck out in pleasure. "Love for me to show you that only you can take my cock fully." His thrusts now reaching the deepest parts of his wife, including her g-spot and lower stomach, causing a pleasurable bulge to form that she loved so much. Loving to be filled heavy.

"I'll fill you deep with seed, my sweet. Make sure you're good and filled. I'll give you as many beautiful calves as you want. Make you the most beautiful mama cow in the world," Ralph moaned, his thrusts becoming more quick and sloppy, which indicated that he was about to come at any time. Merida felt her walls once again clench tightly around his magnificent shaft. She felt his huge balls slap against her inner thighs sloppily and loved being filled so full with his large and thick cock; It made her feel sore, but in an amazing and sexy way. "Such a beautiful sight: My sweet little mate milking my cock," Ralph moaned again, feeling his wife's sweet nectar once again coat his cock. Merida moaned just at how deeply full she felt, knowing that her beastly husband would be filling her with a huge load or two, even possibly giving her a beautiful little calf.

"Fill me deep, my hot stud of a husband." Merida moaned, "Mark me as your breeding cow." She then let out what sounded like a moo. Ralph gave one final thrust, his large balls now flush against her womanhood. He then let out a grunt and a moo of pleasure as his seed then poured deep inside his little cow's womb, filling her with pleasure and causing her stomach to bulge; marking that only she could fully take her beastly stud's cock whole. Ralph then bent low again, kissing his wife deeply as she kissed him back, his cock continuing to fill her deeply as their tongues engaged in a dance. Merida wrapped her legs around his waist, keeping him locked in.

This would be quite the next few days.

What I Wish I Would Tell Him

“You should never have treated me like that.  Like I was nothing.”

“I will never forgive you for lying to me, emotionally manipulating me and leading me on for months.”

“How could you have possibly forgotten how much I meant to you?”

“What was your plan?  Did you just hope I would never find out?”

“You broke my trust.  You knew that I loved you and you knew that I was all in and you fell for someone else anyway.”

“You had everything.  I’m a fucking catch.  Maybe you don’t know it, because you never treated me like I was, but goddammit was I the best thing that happened to you.”

“The best joke of all is that now I get to watch you pine over someone who will never care for you the way I did.  It’s a shame you’ll never understand a fraction of the pain you caused me.”

“You never cared about me.  Otherwise you wouldn’t have done what you did.  And you would have mourned when I was gone, instead of throwing yourself at someone else.”

“I left a hole in your life and you know it.  You didn’t realize how satisfied you were until you screwed it all up.”

“You picked people who would side with you, because you couldn’t bear to let people know how disgusting you truly are.  Congrats, the people who shouldn’t be in my life are, and the people you are supposed to care about know that you are deceiving them.”

“Stop lying to everyone.  Own up to what you did.”

“This is your mess.  You made it every step of the way.  None of this happened to you.  You made it happen and you deserve every ounce of misery that you feel right now.”

“It’s pathetic to see you wallow in your self pity.  This whole year you’ve wanted to leave a legacy, and you decided you wanted to be remembered as “the guy who always felt sorry for himself?”  Pity is not a good look on anyone.”

“You were right.  These people don’t care, not really.  Not truly, like I did.”

“You did not keep a single one of your promises.  You didn’t even try.”

“I should not have been treated like this.  It was wrong and I should have stood up for myself and I hope you know that that doesn’t make your actions okay.”

“I hate you, I do.”

“Every time you look back to this time of your life, I want you to remember all the shit you did to me.  I want you to remember how crappy you felt when you knew that what you were doing was wrong.  And I want you to know, from the bottom of my heart, I will never ever forgive you.  You will forgive yourself one day, but I want you to always remember that I never will.”

“How’s that for closure?”

“I hope she was worth it.”

“Because you weren’t.”

Wipe off my tears, on my way back to US. There is still a long way in front of me, I need to keep brave and strong...... Life has knocked me down a few times, it showed me things I never wanted to see. I experienced sadness and failures, but one thing for sure, I always get up 💪💪 ----------------------------------------------- **Follow me on Instagram@travelinspiring for more!! #strong #strength #strongwomen #girlpower #getup #loveyourself #courage #keepgoing #going #goingstrong #neverquit #canada #vancouver #britishcolumbia #flight #airport #international #gohome #strongandhealthy #strongandbrave #mylife #myfuture #sadness #failure (at Vancouver International Airport) https://www.instagram.com/p/B0jnT8Ehon7/?igshid=10p2pn0egrk0y

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Today was an Ocean Adventure!! Thank you @allisonwonduland and @jenaayyhaayy (especially these pics Jenny!!!) and an especially big thank you to the wonderful Yokohama junior high school students (and their creative teachers featured here lol) 💗 #jellyfish #frog #shark #strongandbrave #socute #teachinginjapan

Omg. A lot has happened since that first weekend... like A LOT. So, firstly I should tell you how court went. It was on June 26th, this past Friday, and it didn't go as I would have liked. Judge's decision was we get joint custody, I get every 2nd weekends (that were supposed to start July 3rd) and were to consult with each other on decisions, BUT he gets the final say. Like, wtf was that dumb ass judge on? I was pissed. But I thought that was how it was to be forever, like, we were officially done done. I was devastated. I cried. I was mad. Then, Alex reminded me of how James' stupid and will eventually fuck up and I will get my girls back. Blah, blah, blah. It kind of helped. We didn't know it would be 3 days later and how badly he would fuck it up.

Little back story of my weekend. Alex quit his job to go to his real job that started today. So, he was home for the weekend getting ready. I went to my sister R's for a graduation bbq for my nephew on Saturday and picked up my twin brother to come back with me. He was going to watch the dogs and my house while my son and I went to my parents house for the week. So, they were here when I got calls from James, early Sunday morning.

I wasn't answering right away, cuz I knew he was drunk. Only time he EVER calls me. So, I get out of bed, go outside and finally answer. Starts talking about how he's happy court's over (gloating), and how I can't do anything without his permission. Like a total asshole, "if you want to dye their hair, and I say no, you can't. Or if you want to cut their hair, and I say no, you can't. And if you try to take them North and I say no, you can't." Fuck whatever. But I kept my mouth shut, cuz our daughter T was still up with him, listening to us. So, fucken disrespectful, the way he chooses to speak to me in front of them. He doesn't give a shit. Anyways, I ask him what's the point in calling, about to hang up. Then, he suggests me taking them for the week, since "he gets final say", so he figured he can bend the rules to fit him. Whatever tho, I wasn't going to say no to a visit with my girls. Since I was going to get them on Friday, he says instead, to take them until Wednesday and then come back for them on Friday. Whatever again. I was on my way.

Now, it gets worse. It's like and hour and some minutes drive. I was calling and msging but no response again since I went put in gas. I was getting frustrated because my thoughts were what if I was going for nothing. I was msging Alex too, and he told me to just keep going and to report it if anything was wrong. So, I did. I called again from fb and my daughter answered. So glad someone picked up. She said her dad went pass out in K's bed (our youngest) and only her and S were up alone. So, I said I was still coming and to wake up her sister and get ready cuz I was only half hr away. I said I'd call her back when I was in the next town over and for her to keep her dad's phone. I did. We stayed on facetime until I got closer, they seen me pull up and were waving, and I told her to go wake up K and to say I was outside and we had to go. She goes downstairs, into the room, and flips out. She ran away crying and said to me, "Daddy's doing something to her!!" I immediately started shaking, yelling at her, asking her what. She and S come running all the way out and she was scared, I asked her again what she seen and what she meant, but she said she didn't wanna tell means to just go get her. Like wtf? I was choked. I go into that house, down the stairs, preparing myself and scared of what I was going to see. But I go to that room, she's laying there, James with his pants down to his ankles, but seemed to be asleep. I wave to K to come, she came and I whispered what he did to her. All she says is "Idk, I was sleeping." I just want to get out of there, fast. Before you're thinking, like, why didn't I do anything to him? I was fucken shook. I was afraid if he got up, he wouldn't let me take them, or something would have went really wrong. So, I told them to grab their shit and let's get the fuck going. (Not what I said, but basically).

We leave. It's quiet. We're all still pretty shaken. But I question my daughter T. I pulled over after that next town, told her to come outside and stand with me and said I need to know what she seen so I can tell someone. She was hesitant, but I start asking the yes or no questions. Was daddy touching her? No. Was his pants off? Yes. Was his underwear off? Yes. Then she said she seen him trying to put K on top of him and she was crying. OMFG. I asked, Did she have her clothes off too? No... Okay. I told her I need to now phone the social worker and tell her everything.

This is where it gets stupid (on their part). I call the on call worker, since it's Sunday. Same woman I spoke to about them being found alone. She informs me that they're not the ones that have assigned him a worker and his social worker is in the city closest to me. I didn't understand that part. She told me I have to find out who his worker is and contact those workers and let them know. Now, I have to wait until the morning to report it. I wake up 730 cuz their office opens at 8. I couldn't find the exact number to call a secretary or something to help me, all I could find was direct numbers to names of people who worked in the office. Dumb. So, I phoned to 1-800 number listed for reported neglected or abused children. Spoke to this lady and she says he wouldn't have a worker there because he lives in that reserve. Wtf? But she writes down everything that happened and said she'd forward it to the reserve's office. Okay. Gotta call them back. Same woman answered. I informed her that James has no worker in the city and they said that her people should have an open file with him since he.lives in that reserve, she fricken says he doesn't because our girls aren't registered to their band. I got upset. I said, "this is all just dumb. Like, who is supposed to be protecting my kids and who is supposed to let me know that I can keep them here safely? Cuz I don't want to take them back to their dad." I was on the verge of crying, I was so mad. She agreed though. She said she'd talk to her supervisor and talk to her and figure out what we're all going to do next. Finally.

I try get through the morning, just waiting, worrying, sad for my girls, hoping they're okay, wondering if I'll know how to get them through this. What a nightmare.

I get the call back while I was in the vehicle with my brother. I pulled over. She told me I can keep my girls here, that James was to not have any contact with my daughters and I don't have to talk to him either. That made me so happy. And she also advised me to hold off on making a police report and taking them to the hospital to get checked cuz she wanted to talk to her supervisor some more and I'd need a social worker to come with me. NO FUCKEN CALL BACK YET. So, I decided to call the cops myself in my little town. They told me it was out of their jurisdiction because of where it happened, and to all that detachment. Then that detachment told me these ones can do the interviews and take the statements because we were all here. Then, again, no fucken call back Monday. But she did call this morning, but couldn't do them today. So, I take in my girls at 11 in the morning to talk about what they seen and went through. Fuck my life. I hope they'll be okay. I'm scared for them. But I can honestly say, that they seem so strong. It's fucken horrible what they went through, especially by the hands of their fucken dad- but they seem to be okay.

Idk what the next steps will be, or what exactly is going to happen, but I do know, they're safe and they have me. We will get through this. I keep thinking about counseling. Talking to someone who is a professional might be what's best. I just need to figure all of this out. I'm just trying to catch up on things they haven't done their young lives, like eye appointments, dentists, and dr check ups. Did their eyes today, they all need glasses. 😳

But this is all I know. Pray for us. I hope for better days and for them to get through all this shit. My heart hurts for them so much. But I'm trying to be the best mum they need right now.

Until next time. ✌

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Another wooden toy with “all the pieces” cuz this toddler is obsessed! Plus, his daddy takes off on another plane today so we thought this would be a great parting gift. 👍🏽 ✈️ #CuteGirlInTheBackground #InstaToddlers #MelissaAndDougToys #InstaBabies #StrongAndBrave (at Janesville, Wisconsin)

Selling these lil embroidered reminders that strength and bravery are present in the closing of doors as much as in the opening of them ♥️ Pick one up at #east2017 stop #79! . . . . #eastaustinstudiotour #eastaustin #eastaustinstudiotour2017 #illustration #patch #patchlove #patchgame #patchaddict #strongandbrave #strongandbravewomen #strength #bravery #braveenoughtosaygoodbye #embroideredpatches #irononpatch #lifechanges #divorcesucks #breakupquote #breakupssuck #movingon #movingforward #goodbyes #austinartist #austinmaker (at Cherrywood, Austin)

Aesthetic Moodboard for My Brave Lad. I know @frie-ice will like this.

Strong and Brave

Hey friends,

This is going to be a blog about who I am and the things in life that I am still trying to figure out.  There is a lot that has gone wrong recently, and there are some major life changes and people who hurt me pretty bad.  And there are so many lessons that I have to learn and messages that I need to teach myself and words that I need to say.  This is going to be a blog to write to someone who might understand, or who listens when everyone else is gone, or would never judge me no matter how strange or dark the things I say may be.  But all that being said, this is also going to be a blog about who I am, and I will not be defined by the things that have broken me.

This is why I’m going to tell you why I call myself a Gryffindor.

When I first read the Harry Potter books, I was in fourth grade and didn’t ever feel the need to sort myself into a house.  I believed that human beings were a pile of all sorts of qualities and that I couldn’t have one attribute that was most prominent or mattered the most to anyone.  Until the Sorting Hat was on my head, I would never claim loyalty to one house above another.

Then I went to middle school.  I stepped out of my shell, I wasn’t afraid to tell anyone what I was really thinking, I fell in love with punk rock music and guys who wore eyeliner, and Draco Malfoy and my biggest crush on him convinced me that I was a Slytherin through and through.  It was my way of saying that I was a force to be reckoned with, I wasn’t just a girl who didn’t stand up for herself.  I made things happen and I didn’t let anything stand in my way.

And then high school happened.  Through classes and extra curriculars, I opened my heart to so many people, and I realized that the reason I was so bold and so determined was because of my love for other people.  Was I living a lie?  How could I have Hufflepuff tendencies when I was a Slytherin?  And then I pulled to the top percentage of my class.  Everyone knew me as the kid who continuously got over 100 on her Latin tests.  All I did was read and learn, and I even taught myself material when teachers weren’t performing to my standard.  Everyone proclaimed me a Ravenclaw.  But how could that be?

The weirdest thing of all was Pottermore.  I made my account, and convinced myself that this would have the answers.  My mind and heart were open as I answered all the questions, hoping that this would finally tell me who I was, who my family truly was.

And for the first time ever, I received Gryffindor on a quiz.

Of course it was a mistake.  Gryffindor was a great house, sure, but I certainly wasn’t worthy of it.  I never once considered myself brave or courageous in the slightest.  Even as a kid before I truly understood what was going on inside me, I had crippling anxiety that prevented me from feeling like I could carry on a Gryffindor legacy.  No way.  Jo was wrong, she had to be.

So I told myself that I was Divergent.  That I wasn’t one thing and couldn’t ever just be one thing.  I couldn’t identify with one house because I saw myself in all of them.  I valued all of them.  And that was enough, for a while.

When I went to college, I changed my mind.  My friends refused to accept my label, and so I made another Pottermore account (since the first one was lost to the internet anyway), and once more I got Gryffindor.  I didn’t know what was gong on.  Why was the internet so insistent that I was a Gryffindor?

I decided I would do some more research and finally put an end to the struggle.  Well, that and I wanted some house merch.

After hours of research and in depth analyses of all the four houses, I realized that I was so afraid of the word “brave,” that I didn’t look past it to see what else really defined Gryffindor.  But everything else was a roadmap of the person that I saw within myself.  The need to defend friends, the desire for fair fights, the draw towards fire, the interest in exploring the darkness.  Everything was textbook.

Except I still felt like I wasn’t brave.

There were so many things I was afraid of.  Some of which I am no longer.  Some of which have gotten worse.  There are even things now that I didn’t even know to be afraid of then.  I live my life in fear.  It doesn’t stop, I can’t ever turn it off, no matter how hard I try.

But that was exactly the moment that I realized how brave I was.  Everyday, I got out of bed.  Everyday, I walked around campus.  Everyday, I went to class.  Everyday, I confronted my feelings of anger and hopelessness and worthlessness.  Everyday, I went to bed with all of the destructive voices whispering awful things about myself.

But everyday, I got out of bed.

Sure, I wasn’t conventionally brave.  I still am not.  I barely ever participate in classes, I cried every night before work for two weeks at my first job, I’m still too afraid to drive a vehicle, I run screaming any time I see a bug. 

That didn’t matter.  I never gave up my fight to stay alive.  And that was brave.  It is brave.  Every single day, every single person who is out there fighting against their worst enemy (which is always themselves) is so, so incredibly brave.  

I was a Gryffindor.  I am a Gryffindor.

Everyday I see my Gryffindor spirit in my room, and I remember why this is so important to me.

Even on my worst days, it reminds me of how brave and strong I am.  And on those worst days (and even on the good days), it reminds me that I am a Gryffindor, and it will always be who I am and who I should fight to be, every single day.

Someone who is strong and brave.

I am strong and brave.  And even if you’re not a Gryffindor, you’re strong and brave too.

This is who I am.  This is who I was.  This is who I will be.  Everyday.

Love always, Rose

Starting the day off right, giving praise to our Father and praying for others. He went a little nervous but ended with praying out loud💪🏻I'm so proud of the young man he's blossoming into! #corbitt06 #mybobitt #raisingthemright #strongandbrave #momof3 #boymom #seeyouatthepole

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Dear Brave heart, It's been a month already since you had your Robotic Thymectomy. How are you by the way? Are you still experiencing the same symptoms? Yes, I'm sure! Coz you need to wait 6-9 months until you reach the effect of your surgery. It doesn't matter, as long as you are more cautious now with your health. Remember, this is your 2nd life! More precious than silver and gold! You have to take extra careful!!! You can enjoy your life but be more gentle and less stress. God gave you another chance to explore your own joy thru His grace by creating memories with your family and friends. Let yourself be free from anything! If you need for an adventure, go out and see the world! If you need a massage, treat yourself & let your body feel it! If you need to relax, read a book & get a cuppa tea! There are a lot of things that you can enjoy life without any hesitations. It's up to you how you will use your time! Your time is running, so make the best out of it! Simple joy brings so much happiness if you will let it be. "In everything give thanks for this is the Will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you!" Happy 1st month 3 amazing scars!!! Love,Self💜 #thankyouLordJesus😘 #FightMyastheniaGravis👊🏻 #fightthegoodfightoffaith💜 #StrongandBrave💪🏻 (at San Fernando, Pampanga)