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Trump's crush on Vladdy
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December 2020
Donald Trump stares out the window of the Oval Office at the Democrats gathering, conspiring to evict him from his own nest. His campaign is in shambles, the recent loss of the election looming heavy in his heart. And now, on the eve of being deposed, the worst possible timing.
His heat has arrived.
Even now, Donald can feel the heat crawling beneath his skin, the flush rising to his face, the slick gathering between his legs. So long he’s been without his heat, he’d almost forgotten the most natural of his urges.
All too soon, the urge becomes too much to bear.
Withdrawing from the window, Donald crosses to his desk. The slick blossoming between his thighs is steady now, the need to bend over his desk and plea for someone to take him immense. But he knows, if he starts, he won’t get what he needs, the one he desires.
It twists his gut, the reminder of how bereft he is. Makes him yearn for the one man who he knows can fill this gaping chasm inside him.
But the alpha is an ocean away, probably without even a thought to Donald’s plight. He wonders if he’s seen the election results, if he knows of Donald’s loss? He wonders what the man feels for his failure; if he’s disappointed in the omega.
Overhot, Donald hastily strips himself of his shirt and tie, throwing them carelessly to the carpet. He feels overdressed, smothered beneath these layers. The ache between his legs grows with every passing minute, until Donald feels like he’ll combust if he doesn’t get some sort of relief.
Tentatively, a blush rising at the thought of someone finding him like this, half-bent over the presidential desk, Donald eases his pants down to his thighs. Seeks out the heat pulsing from his sex.
The first touch brings a whimper to his lips, the sound graduating to a cry the further in he presses. Unsure exactly what - or who - he’s crying out for as he runs his fingers over the rivers of slick staining his thighs.
All too soon, he becomes aware that it’s not enough, and Donald finds him aching for the fullness of an alpha’s cock. A specific alpha.
He cries out again, a sob buckling in his chest with the loneliness of being alone during his heat.
And then, across the room, the doors slam open forcefully, drawing his ministrations to a startled halt. Donald spins to address the intruder, and his breath stops.
Framed by the double doors, expression handsomely severe as always, is Vladimir Putin.
Shock races through Donald’s veins, speechless in the presence of his alpha. He feels himself straighten, feels himself drawn towards the man. He doesn’t get further than a few steps across the Oval Office before Vladimir is racing to him, steadying him when Donald sways.
This close, he can smell the man’s scent, knows that he’s really here.
“Vladdy,” Donald breathes as the alpha caresses his cheek.
“,” Vladimir answers, his normally piercing blue eyes uncharacteristically tender as they take in his omega. Donald’s heart skips at the old nickname, warmth blooming in his chest.
“How,” Donald whispers, voice strained with something hopeful, “did you get past the Secret Service?”
Vladimir heaves a deep breath, his eyes softening at the sight of his soon-to-be mate. “.”
Donald groans at the words, hand trailing between his legs to dip into the wet heat of his vaChina. Vladimir’s hand snaps down to circle his wrist, possessive and restraining as Donald gives a questioning noise of need.
“Vladdy?” he prompts, breath hot on the alpha’s neck. “What’s wrong?”
Vladimir growls low and deep, in a way that makes Donald’s knees weak. “,” he murmurs, “.”
A thrill rushes up through Donald, darkening his cheeks as he squirms. But obediently, he withdraws his hand, giving Vladimir full access to trail his fingers down to his throbbing warmth. When those fingers tease at his folds, Donald grabs at the alpha’s shirt with a weak cry.
“,” Vladimir croons, teeth closing on Donald’s earlobe as he trembles. He cups his omega’s sex, squeezing possessively. “.”
“All yours,” Donald whispers. Those long thin fingers, so much more dexterous than his own short stubs, massage into that most sensitive area, coaxing a groan from Donald’s plush lips.
He clings to the man, the urge almost blinding. He wants- he needs the alpha’s knot, the reminder of what this man is to him, of how much he means to Donald.
All at once, the crushing pain of his election loss washes over Donald, drawing tears to his eyes as Vladimir’s fingers continue to tease him.
“Vladdy, please.”
“,” Vladimir says, cupping his omega’s thin locks and pushing to his toes to press a soft kiss to his forehead. “.”
“I’m sorry that I lost,” Donald whimpers, burying his tear-filled eyes in Vladimir’s shoulder as he grinds against him. “I tried, but I-”
The alpha soothes him with a deep, chest-filled rumble. “,” Vladimir adds, withdrawing his hands as he leads his omega towards the desk. “.”
Every nerve sings in the presence of his alpha, and Donald lets the man bend him over the wood, tugging his pants down the rest of the way until they gather at his ankles. He can feel Vladimir’s hardness when it presses against his ass, grinding his length against Donald’s heat. It’s smaller than the average alpha’s, but it’s more than Donald needs; the perfect size.
When Vladimir’s fingers wrap over his hip, Donald reaches back to stop him, looking over his shoulder to meet the alpha’s inquisitive gaze.
“What about Melania?” he asks regretfully.
That grip turns bruising against Donald’s skin, making him wither into the desk with the possessiveness.
“,” Vladimir growls. “.”
Donald shudders at the words, his heart singing at the declaration of the man’s love. He parts his legs, beckoning the alpha in as Vladimir draws his length from his slacks.
“,” Vladimir murmurs, pressing a kiss between the man’s shoulder blades. “.”
With that, Vladimir presses forwards into him in one long, unbroken thrust. Donald groans wantonly like a character in a Demetri story, at the depth, the feeling so much fuller after all this time apart. Vladimir seems to feel the same way, growling deeply as he bottoms out.
“Yes,” Donald whispers, grinding back against the alpha’s member. “I need it, Vladdy, please.”
Vladimir’s restraint snaps, and he roughly grabs Donald’s love handles, yanking him back to meet each gyration. Soon he is pounding into the omega with bruising strength, chasing that slick heat. Before long, after so much time apart, Vladimir feels himself heading for his climax, and knows Donald will be close also.
He growls, mind heady with the scents of their lovemaking as they rock against the presidential desk.
“” Vladimir bellows, pistoning powerfully into Donald’s tight heat. He wants to see his omega come apart for him. “!”
“I can’t!” Donald cries. He can feel himself shattering apart around Vladimir’s swelling knot. Tears stream down his cheeks. “I can’t, Vladdy, I’m sorry-”
Vladimir gathers his omega up in his arms, seating him fully on his meagre girth. Donald groans and slumps against his chest, head lolling back on his shoulder. “.”
“Vladdy,” Donald moans weakly, as Vladimir arranges him carefully. Then he finishes them with a few last directed thrusts.
“”
A cry is ripped from Donald’s throat as he comes, clenching down around Vladimir’s knot. The alpha grunts, bending forward to bite into his omega’s throat, to mark him as his own as Donald shudders bodily. Vladimir thrusts deeply into him, spurting his virulent seed into the omega’s heat.
His knot locks between Donald’s legs as they give out, and Vladimir lowers him gently back to the desk, teeth still embedded in the man’s scent glands. He pulls back to lick at the mark, satisfaction rippling through him at the sign of their bond.
Endorphins flooding both of their systems, Vladimir settles against his omega to wait out his knot, petting down the Donald’s flank as he slumps, boneless. Vladimir winds his fingers between Donald’s, willing them closer together.
Vladimir kisses his palms and whispers, “.”
Donald whimpers into the wood, clenching around his alpha’s knot. “Vladdy… My bussy riot.”
He strokes over Donald’s stomach, a soft smile twisting his lipless mouth. “.”
“Yes,” Donald agrees.
“.”
Donald smiles tiredly. “Yes.”
Vladimir kisses the mark on the side of Donald’s neck, pleased when the omega shivers. “.”
Donald turns his head to meet Vladimir’s mouth, lashes fluttering as the alpha kisses him forcefully. When they break apart, Donald murmurs, “It was worth losing this election, just to see you again.”
Vladimir smiles. “.”
Donald Trump stares out the window of the Oval Office at the Democrats gathering, conspiring to evict him from his own nest. His campaign is in shambles, the recent loss of the election looming heavy in his heart. And now, on the eve of being deposed, the worst possible timing.
His heat has arrived.
Even now, Donald can feel the heat crawling beneath his skin, the flush rising to his face, the slick gathering between his legs. So long he’s been without his heat, he’d almost forgotten the most natural of his urges.
All too soon, the urge becomes too much to bear.
Withdrawing from the window, Donald crosses to his desk. The slick blossoming between his thighs is steady now, the need to bend over his desk and plea for someone to take him immense. But he knows, if he starts, he won’t get what he needs, the one he desires.
It twists his gut, the reminder of how bereft he is. Makes him yearn for the one man who he knows can fill this gaping chasm inside him.
But the alpha is an ocean away, probably without even a thought to Donald’s plight. He wonders if he’s seen the election results, if he knows of Donald’s loss? He wonders what the man feels for his failure; if he’s disappointed in the omega.
Overhot, Donald hastily strips himself of his shirt and tie, throwing them carelessly to the carpet. He feels overdressed, smothered beneath these layers. The ache between his legs grows with every passing minute, until Donald feels like he’ll combust if he doesn’t get some sort of relief.
Tentatively, a blush rising at the thought of someone finding him like this, half-bent over the presidential desk, Donald eases his pants down to his thighs. Seeks out the heat pulsing from his sex.
The first touch brings a whimper to his lips, the sound graduating to a cry the further in he presses. Unsure exactly what - or who - he’s crying out for as he runs his fingers over the rivers of slick staining his thighs.
All too soon, he becomes aware that it’s not enough, and Donald finds him aching for the fullness of an alpha’s cock. A specific alpha.
He cries out again, a sob buckling in his chest with the loneliness of being alone during his heat.
And then, across the room, the doors slam open forcefully, drawing his ministrations to a startled halt. Donald spins to address the intruder, and his breath stops.
Framed by the double doors, expression handsomely severe as always, is Vladimir Putin.
Shock races through Donald’s veins, speechless in the presence of his alpha. He feels himself straighten, feels himself drawn towards the man. He doesn’t get further than a few steps across the Oval Office before Vladimir is racing to him, steadying him when Donald sways.
This close, he can smell the man’s scent, knows that he’s really here.
“Vladdy,” Donald breathes as the alpha caresses his cheek.
“,” Vladimir answers, his normally piercing blue eyes uncharacteristically tender as they take in his omega. Donald’s heart skips at the old nickname, warmth blooming in his chest.
“How,” Donald whispers, voice strained with something hopeful, “did you get past the Secret Service?”
Vladimir heaves a deep breath, his eyes softening at the sight of his soon-to-be mate. “.”
Donald groans at the words, hand trailing between his legs to dip into the wet heat of his vaChina. Vladimir’s hand snaps down to circle his wrist, possessive and restraining as Donald gives a questioning noise of need.
“Vladdy?” he prompts, breath hot on the alpha’s neck. “What’s wrong?”
Vladimir growls low and deep, in a way that makes Donald’s knees weak. “,” he murmurs, “.”
A thrill rushes up through Donald, darkening his cheeks as he squirms. But obediently, he withdraws his hand, giving Vladimir full access to trail his fingers down to his throbbing warmth. When those fingers tease at his folds, Donald grabs at the alpha’s shirt with a weak cry.
“,” Vladimir croons, teeth closing on Donald’s earlobe as he trembles. He cups his omega’s sex, squeezing possessively. “.”
“All yours,” Donald whispers. Those long thin fingers, so much more dexterous than his own short stubs, massage into that most sensitive area, coaxing a groan from Donald’s plush lips.
He clings to the man, the urge almost blinding. He wants- he needs the alpha’s knot, the reminder of what this man is to him, of how much he means to Donald.
All at once, the crushing pain of his election loss washes over Donald, drawing tears to his eyes as Vladimir’s fingers continue to tease him.
“Vladdy, please.”
“,” Vladimir says, cupping his omega’s thin locks and pushing to his toes to press a soft kiss to his forehead. “.”
“I’m sorry that I lost,” Donald whimpers, burying his tear-filled eyes in Vladimir’s shoulder as he grinds against him. “I tried, but I-”
The alpha soothes him with a deep, chest-filled rumble. “,” Vladimir adds, withdrawing his hands as he leads his omega towards the desk. “.”
Every nerve sings in the presence of his alpha, and Donald lets the man bend him over the wood, tugging his pants down the rest of the way until they gather at his ankles. He can feel Vladimir’s hardness when it presses against his ass, grinding his length against Donald’s heat. It’s smaller than the average alpha’s, but it’s more than Donald needs; the perfect size.
When Vladimir’s fingers wrap over his hip, Donald reaches back to stop him, looking over his shoulder to meet the alpha’s inquisitive gaze.
“What about Melania?” he asks regretfully.
That grip turns bruising against Donald’s skin, making him wither into the desk with the possessiveness.
“,” Vladimir growls. “.”
Donald shudders at the words, his heart singing at the declaration of the man’s love. He parts his legs, beckoning the alpha in as Vladimir draws his length from his slacks.
“,” Vladimir murmurs, pressing a kiss between the man’s shoulder blades. “.”
With that, Vladimir presses forwards into him in one long, unbroken thrust. Donald groans wantonly like a character in a Demetri story, at the depth, the feeling so much fuller after all this time apart. Vladimir seems to feel the same way, growling deeply as he bottoms out.
“Yes,” Donald whispers, grinding back against the alpha’s member. “I need it, Vladdy, please.”
Vladimir’s restraint snaps, and he roughly grabs Donald’s love handles, yanking him back to meet each gyration. Soon he is pounding into the omega with bruising strength, chasing that slick heat. Before long, after so much time apart, Vladimir feels himself heading for his climax, and knows Donald will be close also.
He growls, mind heady with the scents of their lovemaking as they rock against the presidential desk.
“” Vladimir bellows, pistoning powerfully into Donald’s tight heat. He wants to see his omega come apart for him. “!”
“I can’t!” Donald cries. He can feel himself shattering apart around Vladimir’s swelling knot. Tears stream down his cheeks. “I can’t, Vladdy, I’m sorry-”
Vladimir gathers his omega up in his arms, seating him fully on his meagre girth. Donald groans and slumps against his chest, head lolling back on his shoulder. “.”
“Vladdy,” Donald moans weakly, as Vladimir arranges him carefully. Then he finishes them with a few last directed thrusts.
“”
A cry is ripped from Donald’s throat as he comes, clenching down around Vladimir’s knot. The alpha grunts, bending forward to bite into his omega’s throat, to mark him as his own as Donald shudders bodily. Vladimir thrusts deeply into him, spurting his virulent seed into the omega’s heat.
His knot locks between Donald’s legs as they give out, and Vladimir lowers him gently back to the desk, teeth still embedded in the man’s scent glands. He pulls back to lick at the mark, satisfaction rippling through him at the sign of their bond.
Endorphins flooding both of their systems, Vladimir settles against his omega to wait out his knot, petting down the Donald’s flank as he slumps, boneless. Vladimir winds his fingers between Donald’s, willing them closer together.
Vladimir kisses his palms and whispers, “.”
Donald whimpers into the wood, clenching around his alpha’s knot. “Vladdy… My bussy riot.”
He strokes over Donald’s stomach, a soft smile twisting his lipless mouth. “.”
“Yes,” Donald agrees.
“.”
Donald smiles tiredly. “Yes.”
Vladimir kisses the mark on the side of Donald’s neck, pleased when the omega shivers. “.”
Donald turns his head to meet Vladimir’s mouth, lashes fluttering as the alpha kisses him forcefully. When they break apart, Donald murmurs, “It was worth losing this election, just to see you again.”
Vladimir smiles. “.”
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Accidentally walked in on my brother jerking off
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Accidentally walked in on my brother jerking off
This is the third time. I fucking LOATH this
I found out you could say "Hey Siri, Lumos!" like in Harry Potter when their wands glow, and you can say "Nox" to turn it off. lIKE JUST NOW WHICH IS SO COOL
so i put on my little wizard hat (we had this weird costume day at school and i bought it) and I barged (I knocked once) into his room like "IM A FUCKING WIZARD!"
And i notice that he pulls the blanket up really panicked and I kinda pause for a moment, and I'm feeling awkward and then he's like "Get out of my room its 2 fucking AM"
BUT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN AWKWARD SINCE HE WOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT I KNEW
and i'm like "Hey siri, lumos" and the flash turns on and i go "I'm a fucking wizard."
and he says "Get the fuck out." while yanking the blanket up and turning
and I go "Hey siri, nox." and before I exit i dramatically bow and yell "I'm a motherfucking wizard"
Anyway, i'm sorry to my older brother but i was so goddamn excited.
Imagine seeing a 16 year old girl in a whole ass wizard get up, waving her phone around at 2 AM yelling "I'm a fucking wizard" that is what my brother saw
im so sleep deprived
Edit: I was trying to prank him bc i thought if i burst into his room while he's asleep and started being a wizard he'd think its a weird magical dream and bring it up tomorrow and i'd have a laugh, i know its my fault but i still think its funny
(Can you guess where i found it?)
This is the third time. I fucking LOATH this
I found out you could say "Hey Siri, Lumos!" like in Harry Potter when their wands glow, and you can say "Nox" to turn it off. lIKE JUST NOW WHICH IS SO COOL
so i put on my little wizard hat (we had this weird costume day at school and i bought it) and I barged (I knocked once) into his room like "IM A FUCKING WIZARD!"
And i notice that he pulls the blanket up really panicked and I kinda pause for a moment, and I'm feeling awkward and then he's like "Get out of my room its 2 fucking AM"
BUT IT WOULD HAVE BEEN AWKWARD SINCE HE WOULD HAVE KNOWN THAT I KNEW
and i'm like "Hey siri, lumos" and the flash turns on and i go "I'm a fucking wizard."
and he says "Get the fuck out." while yanking the blanket up and turning
and I go "Hey siri, nox." and before I exit i dramatically bow and yell "I'm a motherfucking wizard"
Anyway, i'm sorry to my older brother but i was so goddamn excited.
Imagine seeing a 16 year old girl in a whole ass wizard get up, waving her phone around at 2 AM yelling "I'm a fucking wizard" that is what my brother saw
im so sleep deprived
Edit: I was trying to prank him bc i thought if i burst into his room while he's asleep and started being a wizard he'd think its a weird magical dream and bring it up tomorrow and i'd have a laugh, i know its my fault but i still think its funny
(Can you guess where i found it?)
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AITA for invading my neighbour country?
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Using my alt account because of person reasons.
So anyway, I[69M(literally)] am a high government official of a country with a strong military.
Anyway, I am clinically diagnosed with Invasiontia[for anyone who doesn't know it's meaning, it basically means my mind forces me to invade countries, very few people are diagnosed with it century (like Adolf Hitler), so i guess it makes me quirky uwu], so i really can't be the one to blame.
I do what i like, usually, but people often judge me for living my life on my own terms. My distant relative, who has a history of playing fortnite and being antivax, being a furry, pedophile, and being a baby yoda hater called me today and abused me verbally, and told me what i was doing was wrong. I was heartbroken by their words.
Not only that, Emily[She/They 13 diagnosed with 255 mental illnesses] made a really mean tweet against me today. She compared me to Hitler (I know Hitler and I have the same mental illness, but it doesn't mean I am as much of an asshole like he is, right?).
All this negativity is severely affecting my mental health(i come from a country where mental health isn't given a lot of importance and also my country isn't very supportive of gay people), and i am now contemplating suicide by shooting myself in the head.
Everyone thinks i am an asshole, what do you think reddit? AITA?
So anyway, I[69M(literally)] am a high government official of a country with a strong military.
Anyway, I am clinically diagnosed with Invasiontia[for anyone who doesn't know it's meaning, it basically means my mind forces me to invade countries, very few people are diagnosed with it century (like Adolf Hitler), so i guess it makes me quirky uwu], so i really can't be the one to blame.
I do what i like, usually, but people often judge me for living my life on my own terms. My distant relative, who has a history of playing fortnite and being antivax, being a furry, pedophile, and being a baby yoda hater called me today and abused me verbally, and told me what i was doing was wrong. I was heartbroken by their words.
Not only that, Emily[She/They 13 diagnosed with 255 mental illnesses] made a really mean tweet against me today. She compared me to Hitler (I know Hitler and I have the same mental illness, but it doesn't mean I am as much of an asshole like he is, right?).
All this negativity is severely affecting my mental health(i come from a country where mental health isn't given a lot of importance and also my country isn't very supportive of gay people), and i am now contemplating suicide by shooting myself in the head.
Everyone thinks i am an asshole, what do you think reddit? AITA?
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Urban warfare tips from a former Marine. (mods please help spread this.)
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поради щодо міської війни
від : [u/Shitstachemcgee](https://www.reddit.com/u/Shitstachemcgee/)
Я колишній морський піхотинець США і маю українське походження. Я навіть не можу повірити, що роблю подібний пост, і він, ймовірно, буде похований, але якщо хтось має можливість перекласти його українською, будь ласка, зробіть це. Я воював в Іраку і був інструктором міської війни.
Для захисників Києва я можу запропонувати кілька порад, які, можна сказати, працював в Іраку (на користь іракців):
1.) Тримайтеся подалі.
2.) Тримайтеся подалі на вулиці.
3.) Заради Божої любові, тримайтеся подалі на вулиці. Найгірше місце в умовах міської війни – це бути на вулиці.
4.) Двері називають «фатальною воронкою». У людській природі властиво намагатися увійти через двері. Направте всю свою зброю на двері, щоб збільшити кількість вбивств.
5.) Заблокуйте двері зсередини чим завгодно, меблями, стільцями, мінами (вибухівкою). Ідея полягає в тому, щоб загарбники думали, що двері не заблоковані. Таким чином, коли вони намагаються увійти, вони залишаються відкритими протягом максимально тривалого часу.
6.) Сходи – ще одна хороша зона вбивства. Блокуйте сходи будь-якими перешкодами, які ви можете, щоб уповільнити загарбників.
7.) якщо ви кидаєте гранати вниз, тримайте магазин повністю зарядженим і готовим. Загарбники, швидше за все, піднімуться по сходах, щоб втекти від вибуху гранати. Вам знадобляться всі боєприпаси, щоб збити якомога більше.
8.) Якщо можливо, виріжте невеликі отвори в підлозі в кімнатах нижче, щоб в них стріляти. Люди, які проникають у кімнати, шукають загрози прямо перед собою і зазвичай не дивляться вгору чи внизу до останнього.
9.) Не накидайте зброю навколо тіла. Якщо справи йдуть рука об руку, це буде заважати вам.
10.) Тримайте ніж, лопату або палицю поруч і легко доступні. Якщо вам доводиться битися рукопашний, це набагато зручніше, ніж гвинтівка.
11.) Ніколи не стріляйте з одного вікна двічі.
12.) Ніколи не висовуйте дуло рушниці за вікно. Не виставляйте це.
13.) Стріляйте з глибини кімнати з вікна. Це допоможе приховати дульний спалах і зменшити шум, що ускладнює визначення, звідки він прийшов.
14.) Якщо ви поранили ворога, не вбивайте його. Нехай його друзі прийдуть йому на допомогу. Переміщення пораненого солдата означає, що для його вилучення з бою знадобляться 4 людини. Це на чотири гвинтівки менше, що стріляють у вас.
15.) Стріляйте в чоловіків, які намагаються евакуювати пораненого солдата. Це деморалізує їх і витягне з бою ще більше людей, щоб його евакуювати.
16.) Тримайте якомога більше вуглеводів і не забувайте їсти та зволожувати. Міська війна неймовірно інтенсивна.
17.) Продовжуйте рухатися. Ніколи не залишайтеся на одному місці дуже довго.
18.) Один дуже влучний постріл може утримувати багато людей дуже довго. Не обов’язково бути снайпером. Ви просто повинні переконати їх, що в цьому районі є такий.
19.) Використовуйте каналізацію в метро, щоб рухатися, коли це можливо.
20.) По можливості намагайтеся повідомляти іншим товаришам, де ви перебуваєте, щоб уникнути дружнього вогню. У міському середовищі дуже легко почати стріляти один в одного.
21.) Це може бути важким, але вийміть трасери зі свого запасу боєприпасів і утримайтеся від їх використання.
22.) мати один магазин усіх трасуючих патронів. Використовуйте цей журнал лише тоді, коли вам потрібно повідомити всім іншим (друзям), де знаходиться ворог. (Через вулицю, в парку, яке вікно). Після використання бігайте як у пекла та втечіть від того, де ви щойно були.
Я не знаю, що ще написати, і я сподіваюся, що нікому з вас ніколи не доведеться цим користуватися. Бог з усіма вами. Мене як людину з українським походженням розриває, що я не можу бути з тобою.
**Слава Україні.**
**Редагувати: кілька додаткових.**
23.) Боєприпаси йдуть швидко. Бережіть те, що маєте.
24.) 10 чоловік, що стріляють з кількох різних будівель, можуть здатися невеликою армією і зупинити багато людей.
25.) Зривайте дорожні знаки, спотворюйте назви будівель і робіть усе, щоб позбутися ідентифікації того, де ви перебуваєте. Це додасть замішання сил вторгнення.
26.) Своєчасно евакуюйте поранених.
27.) якщо ворог раптово відступить, ГІДАЙТЕСЯ З РАЙОНИ. Це не означає, що ви виграєте. Це означає, що вони збираються викликати і важку артилерію або авіаудар по вашій позиції.
28.) якщо ви збираєтеся втратити територію, отруйте звичайні запаси води. Швидше за все, ворог спробує поповнити свої запаси в найближчому джерелі.
29.) Згрупуйте свої міни-пастки в безпосередній близькості, щоб створити параної.
30.) Завжди залишайтеся в русі. Ніколи не залишайтеся довго на одному і тому ж місці.
**Urban warfare tips from a former Marine.**
**📷**
I am a former U.S. Marine and am of Ukrainian ancestry. I can’t even believe I am making a post like this and it will probably get buried, but if someone has the ability to translate it to Ukrainian please do. I fought in Iraq and was an urban warfare instructor.
For the defenders of Kiev, here are a few tips I can offer that I can say worked in Iraq (to the Iraqis advantage) :
1.) Stay out of the steet.
2.) Stay out of street.
3.) For the love of God, stay out of the street. The worst place to be in an urban warfare environment is to be outside.
4.) Doors are called “the fatal funnel.” It is human nature to try and enter through a door. Aim all your weapons at the door to maximize the number of kills.
5.) Block the door from the inside with anything you can, furniture, chairs, booby-traps (explosives). The idea is to make the invaders think the door isn’t blocked. That way when they try to enter they remain exposed for the longest amount of time possible.
6.) Stairways are another good killing zone. Block stairways with any obstacles you can to slow down invaders.
7.) if you throw grenades downstairs, have your magazine fully topped off and ready. The invaders will most likely run up the stairs to run past the grenade blast. You’ll need all the ammo you have to gun as many down as possible.
8.) When possible, cut small holes in the floor into the rooms below to fire into. People breaching rooms will look for threats directly in front of them and usually don’t look above or below until last.
9.) Don’t sling your weapon around your body. If things go hand-to-hand it will hinder you.
10.) Have a knife, spade, or club close by and readily available. If you have to fight hand-to-hand it’s much more handy than a rifle.
11.) Never fire from the same window twice.
12.) Never stick the muzzle of your rifle outside of a window. Don’t expose it.
13.) Shoot from deep inside the room out of the window. It will help hide the muzzle flash and reduce the noise making it hard to tell where it came from.
14.) If you wound an enemy, don’t kill him. Let his friends come to help him. Moving a wounding a soldier means it will take 4 men out of the fight to carry him away. That’s four less rifles firing at you.
15.) Shoot the men trying to evacuate the wounded soldier. It will demoralize them and take even more men out of the fight to evacuate him. 16.) Keep as many carbohydrates on you and remember to eat and hydrate. Urban warfare is incredibly intensive.
17.) Keep moving. Never stay in one spot very long.
18.) One very accurately placed shot can hold up a lot of people for a very long time. You don’t have to be a sniper. You just have to convince them there is one in the area. 19.) Utilize the sewers in subways to move whenever possible.
20.) Whenever possible, try to let other friendlies know where you are at to avoid friendly fire. It’s very easy to start shooting at each other in an urban environment.
21.) It may be consuming, but take the tracers out of your ammunition supply and refrain from using them.
22.) have one magazine of all tracer rounds. Use this magazine only when you need to let everyone else (friends) know where an enemy is located at. (Across the street, in a park, which window). After using it run like hell and get away from where you just were.
I don’t know what else to write, and I hope to God none of you ever have to use it. God be with you all. As someone with Ukrainian ancestry it tears me apart to not be able to be there with you.
Glory to Ukraine.
Edit: A few extras.
23.) Ammunition goes fast. Conserve what you have.
24.) 10 men firing from several different buildings can appear to be a small army and stop a lot of people.
25.) Rip down street signs, deface building names, and do anything to strip the identity of where you are at. This will add confusion to an invading force. 26.) Evacuate your wounded in a timely manner possible.
27.) if the enemy suddenly pulls back, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE AREA. It doesn’t mean you’re winning. It means they are going to call and heavy artillery or an air strike on your position.
28.) if you are going to lose an area, poison common water supplies. Most likely an enemy will try to refill their supplies at the closest source.
29.) Cluster your booby traps in close proximity to create paranoia. 30.) Always keep on the move. Never stay in the same place for long.
Src- https://www.reddit.com/r/ukraine/comments/t1ntcb/urban\_warfare\_tips\_from\_a\_former\_marine/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3
від : [u/Shitstachemcgee](https://www.reddit.com/u/Shitstachemcgee/)
Я колишній морський піхотинець США і маю українське походження. Я навіть не можу повірити, що роблю подібний пост, і він, ймовірно, буде похований, але якщо хтось має можливість перекласти його українською, будь ласка, зробіть це. Я воював в Іраку і був інструктором міської війни.
Для захисників Києва я можу запропонувати кілька порад, які, можна сказати, працював в Іраку (на користь іракців):
1.) Тримайтеся подалі.
2.) Тримайтеся подалі на вулиці.
3.) Заради Божої любові, тримайтеся подалі на вулиці. Найгірше місце в умовах міської війни – це бути на вулиці.
4.) Двері називають «фатальною воронкою». У людській природі властиво намагатися увійти через двері. Направте всю свою зброю на двері, щоб збільшити кількість вбивств.
5.) Заблокуйте двері зсередини чим завгодно, меблями, стільцями, мінами (вибухівкою). Ідея полягає в тому, щоб загарбники думали, що двері не заблоковані. Таким чином, коли вони намагаються увійти, вони залишаються відкритими протягом максимально тривалого часу.
6.) Сходи – ще одна хороша зона вбивства. Блокуйте сходи будь-якими перешкодами, які ви можете, щоб уповільнити загарбників.
7.) якщо ви кидаєте гранати вниз, тримайте магазин повністю зарядженим і готовим. Загарбники, швидше за все, піднімуться по сходах, щоб втекти від вибуху гранати. Вам знадобляться всі боєприпаси, щоб збити якомога більше.
8.) Якщо можливо, виріжте невеликі отвори в підлозі в кімнатах нижче, щоб в них стріляти. Люди, які проникають у кімнати, шукають загрози прямо перед собою і зазвичай не дивляться вгору чи внизу до останнього.
9.) Не накидайте зброю навколо тіла. Якщо справи йдуть рука об руку, це буде заважати вам.
10.) Тримайте ніж, лопату або палицю поруч і легко доступні. Якщо вам доводиться битися рукопашний, це набагато зручніше, ніж гвинтівка.
11.) Ніколи не стріляйте з одного вікна двічі.
12.) Ніколи не висовуйте дуло рушниці за вікно. Не виставляйте це.
13.) Стріляйте з глибини кімнати з вікна. Це допоможе приховати дульний спалах і зменшити шум, що ускладнює визначення, звідки він прийшов.
14.) Якщо ви поранили ворога, не вбивайте його. Нехай його друзі прийдуть йому на допомогу. Переміщення пораненого солдата означає, що для його вилучення з бою знадобляться 4 людини. Це на чотири гвинтівки менше, що стріляють у вас.
15.) Стріляйте в чоловіків, які намагаються евакуювати пораненого солдата. Це деморалізує їх і витягне з бою ще більше людей, щоб його евакуювати.
16.) Тримайте якомога більше вуглеводів і не забувайте їсти та зволожувати. Міська війна неймовірно інтенсивна.
17.) Продовжуйте рухатися. Ніколи не залишайтеся на одному місці дуже довго.
18.) Один дуже влучний постріл може утримувати багато людей дуже довго. Не обов’язково бути снайпером. Ви просто повинні переконати їх, що в цьому районі є такий.
19.) Використовуйте каналізацію в метро, щоб рухатися, коли це можливо.
20.) По можливості намагайтеся повідомляти іншим товаришам, де ви перебуваєте, щоб уникнути дружнього вогню. У міському середовищі дуже легко почати стріляти один в одного.
21.) Це може бути важким, але вийміть трасери зі свого запасу боєприпасів і утримайтеся від їх використання.
22.) мати один магазин усіх трасуючих патронів. Використовуйте цей журнал лише тоді, коли вам потрібно повідомити всім іншим (друзям), де знаходиться ворог. (Через вулицю, в парку, яке вікно). Після використання бігайте як у пекла та втечіть від того, де ви щойно були.
Я не знаю, що ще написати, і я сподіваюся, що нікому з вас ніколи не доведеться цим користуватися. Бог з усіма вами. Мене як людину з українським походженням розриває, що я не можу бути з тобою.
**Слава Україні.**
**Редагувати: кілька додаткових.**
23.) Боєприпаси йдуть швидко. Бережіть те, що маєте.
24.) 10 чоловік, що стріляють з кількох різних будівель, можуть здатися невеликою армією і зупинити багато людей.
25.) Зривайте дорожні знаки, спотворюйте назви будівель і робіть усе, щоб позбутися ідентифікації того, де ви перебуваєте. Це додасть замішання сил вторгнення.
26.) Своєчасно евакуюйте поранених.
27.) якщо ворог раптово відступить, ГІДАЙТЕСЯ З РАЙОНИ. Це не означає, що ви виграєте. Це означає, що вони збираються викликати і важку артилерію або авіаудар по вашій позиції.
28.) якщо ви збираєтеся втратити територію, отруйте звичайні запаси води. Швидше за все, ворог спробує поповнити свої запаси в найближчому джерелі.
29.) Згрупуйте свої міни-пастки в безпосередній близькості, щоб створити параної.
30.) Завжди залишайтеся в русі. Ніколи не залишайтеся довго на одному і тому ж місці.
**Urban warfare tips from a former Marine.**
**📷**
I am a former U.S. Marine and am of Ukrainian ancestry. I can’t even believe I am making a post like this and it will probably get buried, but if someone has the ability to translate it to Ukrainian please do. I fought in Iraq and was an urban warfare instructor.
For the defenders of Kiev, here are a few tips I can offer that I can say worked in Iraq (to the Iraqis advantage) :
1.) Stay out of the steet.
2.) Stay out of street.
3.) For the love of God, stay out of the street. The worst place to be in an urban warfare environment is to be outside.
4.) Doors are called “the fatal funnel.” It is human nature to try and enter through a door. Aim all your weapons at the door to maximize the number of kills.
5.) Block the door from the inside with anything you can, furniture, chairs, booby-traps (explosives). The idea is to make the invaders think the door isn’t blocked. That way when they try to enter they remain exposed for the longest amount of time possible.
6.) Stairways are another good killing zone. Block stairways with any obstacles you can to slow down invaders.
7.) if you throw grenades downstairs, have your magazine fully topped off and ready. The invaders will most likely run up the stairs to run past the grenade blast. You’ll need all the ammo you have to gun as many down as possible.
8.) When possible, cut small holes in the floor into the rooms below to fire into. People breaching rooms will look for threats directly in front of them and usually don’t look above or below until last.
9.) Don’t sling your weapon around your body. If things go hand-to-hand it will hinder you.
10.) Have a knife, spade, or club close by and readily available. If you have to fight hand-to-hand it’s much more handy than a rifle.
11.) Never fire from the same window twice.
12.) Never stick the muzzle of your rifle outside of a window. Don’t expose it.
13.) Shoot from deep inside the room out of the window. It will help hide the muzzle flash and reduce the noise making it hard to tell where it came from.
14.) If you wound an enemy, don’t kill him. Let his friends come to help him. Moving a wounding a soldier means it will take 4 men out of the fight to carry him away. That’s four less rifles firing at you.
15.) Shoot the men trying to evacuate the wounded soldier. It will demoralize them and take even more men out of the fight to evacuate him. 16.) Keep as many carbohydrates on you and remember to eat and hydrate. Urban warfare is incredibly intensive.
17.) Keep moving. Never stay in one spot very long.
18.) One very accurately placed shot can hold up a lot of people for a very long time. You don’t have to be a sniper. You just have to convince them there is one in the area. 19.) Utilize the sewers in subways to move whenever possible.
20.) Whenever possible, try to let other friendlies know where you are at to avoid friendly fire. It’s very easy to start shooting at each other in an urban environment.
21.) It may be consuming, but take the tracers out of your ammunition supply and refrain from using them.
22.) have one magazine of all tracer rounds. Use this magazine only when you need to let everyone else (friends) know where an enemy is located at. (Across the street, in a park, which window). After using it run like hell and get away from where you just were.
I don’t know what else to write, and I hope to God none of you ever have to use it. God be with you all. As someone with Ukrainian ancestry it tears me apart to not be able to be there with you.
Glory to Ukraine.
Edit: A few extras.
23.) Ammunition goes fast. Conserve what you have.
24.) 10 men firing from several different buildings can appear to be a small army and stop a lot of people.
25.) Rip down street signs, deface building names, and do anything to strip the identity of where you are at. This will add confusion to an invading force. 26.) Evacuate your wounded in a timely manner possible.
27.) if the enemy suddenly pulls back, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE AREA. It doesn’t mean you’re winning. It means they are going to call and heavy artillery or an air strike on your position.
28.) if you are going to lose an area, poison common water supplies. Most likely an enemy will try to refill their supplies at the closest source.
29.) Cluster your booby traps in close proximity to create paranoia. 30.) Always keep on the move. Never stay in the same place for long.
Src- https://www.reddit.com/r/ukraine/comments/t1ntcb/urban\_warfare\_tips\_from\_a\_former\_marine/?utm\_source=share&utm\_medium=web2x&context=3
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*December 2020*
Donald Trump stares out the window of the Oval Office at the Democrats gathering, conspiring to evict him from his own nest. His campaign is in shambles, the recent loss of the election looming heavy in his heart. And now, on the eve of being deposed, the worst possible timing.
His heat has arrived.
Even now, Donald can feel the heat crawling beneath his skin, the flush rising to his face, the slick gathering between his legs. So long he’s been without his heat, he’d almost forgotten the most natural of his urges.
All too soon, the urge becomes too much to bear.
Withdrawing from the window, Donald crosses to his desk. The slick blossoming between his thighs is steady now, the need to bend over his desk and plea for someone to take him immense. But he knows, if he starts, he won’t get what he needs, the one he desires.
It twists his gut, the reminder of how bereft he is. Makes him yearn for the one man who he knows can fill this gaping chasm inside him.
But the alpha is an ocean away, probably without even a thought to Donald’s plight. He wonders if he’s seen the election results, if he knows of Donald’s loss? He wonders what the man feels for his failure; if he’s disappointed in the omega.
Overhot, Donald hastily strips himself of his shirt and tie, throwing them carelessly to the carpet. He feels overdressed, smothered beneath these layers. The ache between his legs grows with every passing minute, until Donald feels like he’ll combust if he doesn’t get some sort of relief.
Tentatively, a blush rising at the thought of someone finding him like this, half-bent over the presidential desk, Donald eases his pants down to his thighs. Seeks out the heat pulsing from his sex.
The first touch brings a whimper to his lips, the sound graduating to a cry the further in he presses. Unsure exactly what - or who - he’s crying out for as he runs his fingers over the rivers of slick staining his thighs.
All too soon, he becomes aware that it’s not enough, and Donald finds him aching for the fullness of an alpha’s cock. A specific alpha.
He cries out again, a sob buckling in his chest with the loneliness of being alone during his heat.
And then, across the room, the doors slam open forcefully, drawing his ministrations to a startled halt. Donald spins to address the intruder, and his breath stops.
Framed by the double doors, expression handsomely severe as always, is Vladimir Putin.
Shock races through Donald’s veins, speechless in the presence of his alpha. He feels himself straighten, feels himself drawn towards the man. He doesn’t get further than a few steps across the Oval Office before Vladimir is racing to him, steadying him when Donald sways.
This close, he can smell the man’s scent, knows that he’s really here.
“Vladdy,” Donald breathes as the alpha caresses his cheek.
“,” Vladimir answers, his normally piercing blue eyes uncharacteristically tender as they take in his omega. Donald’s heart skips at the old nickname, warmth blooming in his chest.
“How,” Donald whispers, voice strained with something hopeful, “did you get past the Secret Service?”
Vladimir heaves a deep breath, his eyes softening at the sight of his soon-to-be mate. “.”
Donald groans at the words, hand trailing between his legs to dip into the wet heat of his vaChina. Vladimir’s hand snaps down to circle his wrist, possessive and restraining as Donald gives a questioning noise of need.
“Vladdy?” he prompts, breath hot on the alpha’s neck. “What’s wrong?”
Vladimir growls low and deep, in a way that makes Donald’s knees weak. “,” he murmurs, “.”
A thrill rushes up through Donald, darkening his cheeks as he squirms. But obediently, he withdraws his hand, giving Vladimir full access to trail his fingers down to his throbbing warmth. When those fingers tease at his folds, Donald grabs at the alpha’s shirt with a weak cry.
“,” Vladimir croons, teeth closing on Donald’s earlobe as he trembles. He cups his omega’s sex, squeezing possessively. “.”
“All yours,” Donald whispers. Those long thin fingers, so much more dexterous than his own short stubs, massage into that most sensitive area, coaxing a groan from Donald’s plush lips.
He clings to the man, the urge almost blinding. He wants- he needs the alpha’s knot, the reminder of what this man is to him, of how much he means to Donald.
All at once, the crushing pain of his election loss washes over Donald, drawing tears to his eyes as Vladimir’s fingers continue to tease him.
“Vladdy, please.”
“,” Vladimir says, cupping his omega’s thin locks and pushing to his toes to press a soft kiss to his forehead. “.”
“I’m sorry that I lost,” Donald whimpers, burying his tear-filled eyes in Vladimir’s shoulder as he grinds against him. “I tried, but I-”
The alpha soothes him with a deep, chest-filled rumble. “,” Vladimir adds, withdrawing his hands as he leads his omega towards the desk. “.”
Every nerve sings in the presence of his alpha, and Donald lets the man bend him over the wood, tugging his pants down the rest of the way until they gather at his ankles. He can feel Vladimir’s hardness when it presses against his ass, grinding his length against Donald’s heat. It’s smaller than the average alpha’s, but it’s more than Donald needs; the perfect size.
When Vladimir’s fingers wrap over his hip, Donald reaches back to stop him, looking over his shoulder to meet the alpha’s inquisitive gaze.
“What about Melania?” he asks regretfully.
That grip turns bruising against Donald’s skin, making him wither into the desk with the possessiveness.
“,” Vladimir growls. “.”
Donald shudders at the words, his heart singing at the declaration of the man’s love. He parts his legs, beckoning the alpha in as Vladimir draws his length from his slacks.
“,” Vladimir murmurs, pressing a kiss between the man’s shoulder blades. “.”
With that, Vladimir presses forwards into him in one long, unbroken thrust. Donald groans wantonly like a character in a Demetri story, at the depth, the feeling so much fuller after all this time apart. Vladimir seems to feel the same way, growling deeply as he bottoms out.
“Yes,” Donald whispers, grinding back against the alpha’s member. “I need it, Vladdy, please.”
Vladimir’s restraint snaps, and he roughly grabs Donald’s love handles, yanking him back to meet each gyration. Soon he is pounding into the omega with bruising strength, chasing that slick heat. Before long, after so much time apart, Vladimir feels himself heading for his climax, and knows Donald will be close also.
He growls, mind heady with the scents of their lovemaking as they rock against the presidential desk.
“” Vladimir bellows, pistoning powerfully into Donald’s tight heat. He wants to see his omega come apart for him. “!”
“I can’t!” Donald cries. He can feel himself shattering apart around Vladimir’s swelling knot. Tears stream down his cheeks. “I can’t, Vladdy, I’m sorry-”
Vladimir gathers his omega up in his arms, seating him fully on his meagre girth. Donald groans and slumps against his chest, head lolling back on his shoulder. “.”
“Vladdy,” Donald moans weakly, as Vladimir arranges him carefully. Then he finishes them with a few last directed thrusts.
“”
A cry is ripped from Donald’s throat as he comes, clenching down around Vladimir’s knot. The alpha grunts, bending forward to bite into his omega’s throat, to mark him as his own as Donald shudders bodily. Vladimir thrusts deeply into him, spurting his virulent seed into the omega’s heat.
His knot locks between Donald’s legs as they give out, and Vladimir lowers him gently back to the desk, teeth still embedded in the man’s scent glands. He pulls back to lick at the mark, satisfaction rippling through him at the sign of their bond.
Endorphins flooding both of their systems, Vladimir settles against his omega to wait out his knot, petting down the Donald’s flank as he slumps, boneless. Vladimir winds his fingers between Donald’s, willing them closer together.
Vladimir kisses his palms and whispers, “.”
Donald whimpers into the wood, clenching around his alpha’s knot. “Vladdy… My bussy riot.”
He strokes over Donald’s stomach, a soft smile twisting his lipless mouth. “.”
“Yes,” Donald agrees.
“.”
Donald smiles tiredly. “Yes.”
Vladimir kisses the mark on the side of Donald’s neck, pleased when the omega shivers. “.”
Donald turns his head to meet Vladimir’s mouth, lashes fluttering as the alpha kisses him forcefully. When they break apart, Donald murmurs, “It was worth losing this election, just to see you again.”
Vladimir smiles. “.”
Donald Trump stares out the window of the Oval Office at the Democrats gathering, conspiring to evict him from his own nest. His campaign is in shambles, the recent loss of the election looming heavy in his heart. And now, on the eve of being deposed, the worst possible timing.
His heat has arrived.
Even now, Donald can feel the heat crawling beneath his skin, the flush rising to his face, the slick gathering between his legs. So long he’s been without his heat, he’d almost forgotten the most natural of his urges.
All too soon, the urge becomes too much to bear.
Withdrawing from the window, Donald crosses to his desk. The slick blossoming between his thighs is steady now, the need to bend over his desk and plea for someone to take him immense. But he knows, if he starts, he won’t get what he needs, the one he desires.
It twists his gut, the reminder of how bereft he is. Makes him yearn for the one man who he knows can fill this gaping chasm inside him.
But the alpha is an ocean away, probably without even a thought to Donald’s plight. He wonders if he’s seen the election results, if he knows of Donald’s loss? He wonders what the man feels for his failure; if he’s disappointed in the omega.
Overhot, Donald hastily strips himself of his shirt and tie, throwing them carelessly to the carpet. He feels overdressed, smothered beneath these layers. The ache between his legs grows with every passing minute, until Donald feels like he’ll combust if he doesn’t get some sort of relief.
Tentatively, a blush rising at the thought of someone finding him like this, half-bent over the presidential desk, Donald eases his pants down to his thighs. Seeks out the heat pulsing from his sex.
The first touch brings a whimper to his lips, the sound graduating to a cry the further in he presses. Unsure exactly what - or who - he’s crying out for as he runs his fingers over the rivers of slick staining his thighs.
All too soon, he becomes aware that it’s not enough, and Donald finds him aching for the fullness of an alpha’s cock. A specific alpha.
He cries out again, a sob buckling in his chest with the loneliness of being alone during his heat.
And then, across the room, the doors slam open forcefully, drawing his ministrations to a startled halt. Donald spins to address the intruder, and his breath stops.
Framed by the double doors, expression handsomely severe as always, is Vladimir Putin.
Shock races through Donald’s veins, speechless in the presence of his alpha. He feels himself straighten, feels himself drawn towards the man. He doesn’t get further than a few steps across the Oval Office before Vladimir is racing to him, steadying him when Donald sways.
This close, he can smell the man’s scent, knows that he’s really here.
“Vladdy,” Donald breathes as the alpha caresses his cheek.
“,” Vladimir answers, his normally piercing blue eyes uncharacteristically tender as they take in his omega. Donald’s heart skips at the old nickname, warmth blooming in his chest.
“How,” Donald whispers, voice strained with something hopeful, “did you get past the Secret Service?”
Vladimir heaves a deep breath, his eyes softening at the sight of his soon-to-be mate. “.”
Donald groans at the words, hand trailing between his legs to dip into the wet heat of his vaChina. Vladimir’s hand snaps down to circle his wrist, possessive and restraining as Donald gives a questioning noise of need.
“Vladdy?” he prompts, breath hot on the alpha’s neck. “What’s wrong?”
Vladimir growls low and deep, in a way that makes Donald’s knees weak. “,” he murmurs, “.”
A thrill rushes up through Donald, darkening his cheeks as he squirms. But obediently, he withdraws his hand, giving Vladimir full access to trail his fingers down to his throbbing warmth. When those fingers tease at his folds, Donald grabs at the alpha’s shirt with a weak cry.
“,” Vladimir croons, teeth closing on Donald’s earlobe as he trembles. He cups his omega’s sex, squeezing possessively. “.”
“All yours,” Donald whispers. Those long thin fingers, so much more dexterous than his own short stubs, massage into that most sensitive area, coaxing a groan from Donald’s plush lips.
He clings to the man, the urge almost blinding. He wants- he needs the alpha’s knot, the reminder of what this man is to him, of how much he means to Donald.
All at once, the crushing pain of his election loss washes over Donald, drawing tears to his eyes as Vladimir’s fingers continue to tease him.
“Vladdy, please.”
“,” Vladimir says, cupping his omega’s thin locks and pushing to his toes to press a soft kiss to his forehead. “.”
“I’m sorry that I lost,” Donald whimpers, burying his tear-filled eyes in Vladimir’s shoulder as he grinds against him. “I tried, but I-”
The alpha soothes him with a deep, chest-filled rumble. “,” Vladimir adds, withdrawing his hands as he leads his omega towards the desk. “.”
Every nerve sings in the presence of his alpha, and Donald lets the man bend him over the wood, tugging his pants down the rest of the way until they gather at his ankles. He can feel Vladimir’s hardness when it presses against his ass, grinding his length against Donald’s heat. It’s smaller than the average alpha’s, but it’s more than Donald needs; the perfect size.
When Vladimir’s fingers wrap over his hip, Donald reaches back to stop him, looking over his shoulder to meet the alpha’s inquisitive gaze.
“What about Melania?” he asks regretfully.
That grip turns bruising against Donald’s skin, making him wither into the desk with the possessiveness.
“,” Vladimir growls. “.”
Donald shudders at the words, his heart singing at the declaration of the man’s love. He parts his legs, beckoning the alpha in as Vladimir draws his length from his slacks.
“,” Vladimir murmurs, pressing a kiss between the man’s shoulder blades. “.”
With that, Vladimir presses forwards into him in one long, unbroken thrust. Donald groans wantonly like a character in a Demetri story, at the depth, the feeling so much fuller after all this time apart. Vladimir seems to feel the same way, growling deeply as he bottoms out.
“Yes,” Donald whispers, grinding back against the alpha’s member. “I need it, Vladdy, please.”
Vladimir’s restraint snaps, and he roughly grabs Donald’s love handles, yanking him back to meet each gyration. Soon he is pounding into the omega with bruising strength, chasing that slick heat. Before long, after so much time apart, Vladimir feels himself heading for his climax, and knows Donald will be close also.
He growls, mind heady with the scents of their lovemaking as they rock against the presidential desk.
“” Vladimir bellows, pistoning powerfully into Donald’s tight heat. He wants to see his omega come apart for him. “!”
“I can’t!” Donald cries. He can feel himself shattering apart around Vladimir’s swelling knot. Tears stream down his cheeks. “I can’t, Vladdy, I’m sorry-”
Vladimir gathers his omega up in his arms, seating him fully on his meagre girth. Donald groans and slumps against his chest, head lolling back on his shoulder. “.”
“Vladdy,” Donald moans weakly, as Vladimir arranges him carefully. Then he finishes them with a few last directed thrusts.
“”
A cry is ripped from Donald’s throat as he comes, clenching down around Vladimir’s knot. The alpha grunts, bending forward to bite into his omega’s throat, to mark him as his own as Donald shudders bodily. Vladimir thrusts deeply into him, spurting his virulent seed into the omega’s heat.
His knot locks between Donald’s legs as they give out, and Vladimir lowers him gently back to the desk, teeth still embedded in the man’s scent glands. He pulls back to lick at the mark, satisfaction rippling through him at the sign of their bond.
Endorphins flooding both of their systems, Vladimir settles against his omega to wait out his knot, petting down the Donald’s flank as he slumps, boneless. Vladimir winds his fingers between Donald’s, willing them closer together.
Vladimir kisses his palms and whispers, “.”
Donald whimpers into the wood, clenching around his alpha’s knot. “Vladdy… My bussy riot.”
He strokes over Donald’s stomach, a soft smile twisting his lipless mouth. “.”
“Yes,” Donald agrees.
“.”
Donald smiles tiredly. “Yes.”
Vladimir kisses the mark on the side of Donald’s neck, pleased when the omega shivers. “.”
Donald turns his head to meet Vladimir’s mouth, lashes fluttering as the alpha kisses him forcefully. When they break apart, Donald murmurs, “It was worth losing this election, just to see you again.”
Vladimir smiles. “.”
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People living in Putinland got cockblocked by Pornhub 🇺🇦💙💛
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When these users tried to use Pornhub, the site would say it’s unacceptable, with the 🇺🇦 flag and a supportive message.
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fortnite battlepass!!@!
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😫fortnite battlepass⚔️
😎i just shit out my ass🥶
🥵booting up my pc😤
🙏cuz i need need😬
😏to get that fortnite battle pass😈
🤪i like fortnite🦍
🤔did i mention fortnite🥸
😝i like fortnite😖
🗿its night time😴
⏰i mean 5 o clock thats basically night time🤥
😔y'all remember cartoon network adventure time😶🌫️
😎i just shit out my ass🥶
🥵booting up my pc😤
🙏cuz i need need😬
😏to get that fortnite battle pass😈
🤪i like fortnite🦍
🤔did i mention fortnite🥸
😝i like fortnite😖
🗿its night time😴
⏰i mean 5 o clock thats basically night time🤥
😔y'all remember cartoon network adventure time😶🌫️
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STOP POSTING ABOUT UKRAINE
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I'M TIRED OF SEEING IT! MY FRIENDS ON TIKTOK SEND ME NEWS, ON DISCORD IT'S FUCKING NEWS! I was in a server, right? and ALL OF THE CHANNELS were just ukraine stuff. I-I showed my champion underwear to my girlfriend and t-the logo I flipped it and I said "hey babe, when the WWIII is real HAHA DING DING DING DING DING DING DING DI DI DING" I fucking looked at a trashcan and said "THAT'S A BIT RUSSIA" I looked at my penis I think of an germans helmet and I go "PENIS? MORE LIKE PUTIN?" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGESFG
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I thought I had a scat fetish but I was wrong. I fucked up really bad and might never mentally recover.
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So like many young modern men I enjoy pornography and partake semi regularly. There's of course a lot of porn out there and I'll confess the normal shit (pun intended) started to get kind of boring to me so I started branching out into some more extreme (but legal) genres of porn. Eventually I stumbled on scat and to be very honest it was super hot and I ended up enjoying it a lot. Something about watching a beautiful woman with a fat ass pinch off a large fecal loaf really turned me on. I'm not exaggerating when I say I spent almost 2 years of my life watching primarily scat focused porn.
Well as I got more and more into it the more I wanted to experience it myself. I tried finding women who were into it but they seemed few and far between. Eventually I found an escort who specialized in extreme fetishes and she was super hot too. But very expensive. I knew I wanted this though but I'm not super rich so I took out a cash advance on my credit card and put it with my savings. I contacted her, scheduled an appointment (last month on the 15th) and paid for a hotel room and her flight to my city. I even took time off of work on the Friday beforehand to prepare.
I was so excited my heart was racing waiting for her to show up at 6 at my room. She came, we made conversation all while I grew more excited and aroused. Finally the time came. She grabbed her suitcase and opened it and pulled out a large plastic sheet and laid it over the bed. She told me to lay down, undress and get comfortable and she'd change and return.
I did so and was so excited. After what felt like forever she came back wearing a leather corset, thigh high boots and no bottoms. She asked if I was ready. I was so excited and aroused I couldn't speak. I just nodded. She got on top of me in a 69 and told me to eat her asshole. I ate it like my life depended on it while she stroked and blew me. It was amazing. Then she asked if I was ready for the main course. I moaned "YES!" She put her entire ass over my face and carefully lined up her asshole with my mouth. I started to see it open up. I was so aroused as she still stroked me gently. Then I saw it open up and slowly a log started to make it's way out. I opened my mouth and as soon as the shit entered my mouth I knew I made a terrible mistake.
It tasted so bad. The smell was terrible too. It made me gag. She then moved her ass over my chest and started shitting all over me. Then she sat her ass down and started smashing and spreading it on me while still jerking me off. I was fighting the urge not to puke. Tears of shame, sadness and disgust filled my eyes as I fought the urge not to cry like a baby. She just kept shitting and jerking/blowing me. Eventually I came all over her hands and she smeared my cum and some of the shit together and made me lick it off of her fingers. I felt like I needed to impress her and that I'd spent too much money on this to back out.
Then we went and showered and she threw the plastic sheet in a garbage bag, took the envelope of money we made some brief conversation and she left. Immediately I broke down crying, brushed my teeth for what felt like forever and got drunk trying to forget.
I found out the hard way last month that I don't have a scat fetish and honestly I feel mentally broken over that night and I don't know if mentally I can overcome this. I've been really struggling with depression and suicidal thoughts since that night. I made an appointment to see a local therapist but I hope it'll help.
Edit: Thanks for the words of encouragement everyone it's been overwhelming and incredible having so many pms and comments with encouragement hit me. You guys are such a nice community especially to someone as dumb and perverted as me. Thank you all so much.
Well as I got more and more into it the more I wanted to experience it myself. I tried finding women who were into it but they seemed few and far between. Eventually I found an escort who specialized in extreme fetishes and she was super hot too. But very expensive. I knew I wanted this though but I'm not super rich so I took out a cash advance on my credit card and put it with my savings. I contacted her, scheduled an appointment (last month on the 15th) and paid for a hotel room and her flight to my city. I even took time off of work on the Friday beforehand to prepare.
I was so excited my heart was racing waiting for her to show up at 6 at my room. She came, we made conversation all while I grew more excited and aroused. Finally the time came. She grabbed her suitcase and opened it and pulled out a large plastic sheet and laid it over the bed. She told me to lay down, undress and get comfortable and she'd change and return.
I did so and was so excited. After what felt like forever she came back wearing a leather corset, thigh high boots and no bottoms. She asked if I was ready. I was so excited and aroused I couldn't speak. I just nodded. She got on top of me in a 69 and told me to eat her asshole. I ate it like my life depended on it while she stroked and blew me. It was amazing. Then she asked if I was ready for the main course. I moaned "YES!" She put her entire ass over my face and carefully lined up her asshole with my mouth. I started to see it open up. I was so aroused as she still stroked me gently. Then I saw it open up and slowly a log started to make it's way out. I opened my mouth and as soon as the shit entered my mouth I knew I made a terrible mistake.
It tasted so bad. The smell was terrible too. It made me gag. She then moved her ass over my chest and started shitting all over me. Then she sat her ass down and started smashing and spreading it on me while still jerking me off. I was fighting the urge not to puke. Tears of shame, sadness and disgust filled my eyes as I fought the urge not to cry like a baby. She just kept shitting and jerking/blowing me. Eventually I came all over her hands and she smeared my cum and some of the shit together and made me lick it off of her fingers. I felt like I needed to impress her and that I'd spent too much money on this to back out.
Then we went and showered and she threw the plastic sheet in a garbage bag, took the envelope of money we made some brief conversation and she left. Immediately I broke down crying, brushed my teeth for what felt like forever and got drunk trying to forget.
I found out the hard way last month that I don't have a scat fetish and honestly I feel mentally broken over that night and I don't know if mentally I can overcome this. I've been really struggling with depression and suicidal thoughts since that night. I made an appointment to see a local therapist but I hope it'll help.
Edit: Thanks for the words of encouragement everyone it's been overwhelming and incredible having so many pms and comments with encouragement hit me. You guys are such a nice community especially to someone as dumb and perverted as me. Thank you all so much.
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“Back in the 60’s there was a big marketing push in the arts world, and I believe it was led by Al Pacino, Jr. And so I rose to fame as ‘The Talking Head.’ I would sit on a wooden plank in a theater and spontaneously combust. My catchphrase was ‘And I’m just getting warmed up!’ But the catchphrase was too good, it took on a life of its own. Eventually my wife left me for the catchphrase and the wooden plank became my best friend. But we mostly just snorted tag lines under the Brooklyn Bridge until we had a falling out in the 90’s. Wooden plank said I wasn’t spontaneous anymore. Can you believe that? He’s still a great friend, but now he’s more like a good friend, not a friend friend. Then in 2015 I bought some dodgy asbestos off of John Mayer who threw in some jazzy chords and bluesy licks to sweeten the deal. Now I’m just getting warmed up!”
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I fucking hate playing EarthBound Beginnings
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I fucking hate playing EarthBound Beginnings so much, it’s such a shit game and I’m tired of people pretending that it isn’t. It’s so non-linear to the point you have no idea what’s even fucking going on. You need to spend 3 hours just looking for the next hint as where to go next if you don’t bother to google a fucking guidebook for yo’ stupid ass. The text speed is so unbearably slow and by the time an npc is done talking, your decaying corpse won’t even be able to hit the goddamn A button. Even if you did manage to survive the wave of unexciting dialogue that is this piss poor localization you’ll have realized that absolutely none of it was important whatsoever, and you’ll begin to pull your hair out as you realize you’ll have to go talk to someone else. OH WAIT, I forgot, you’ll never fucking get there due to the unbelievable amount of encounters that will stop you every 0.3 seconds for as little as 7 points of exp if generous, not that you’ll even get to level because the enemies are so unnecessarily powerful they’ll two shot you in the very first area of the game, so even just walking back to your house is a fucking nightmare.
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the stupidest dream i've had
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had a dream once where humanity made a huge discovery. space was fake for some reason and we did live on a flat earth. it wasn't a conspiracy we were just all dumb. and the earth went on indefinitely in all directions like minecraft. we discovered a new massive continent northwest of alaska about twice the size of asia and the people there are freaky but we'll get to know em soon i'm sure they're cool.
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Dogs and cats from Ukraine are welcomed in Lithuania
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Dogs and cats from Ukraine are welcomed in Lithuania.I want to spread the information that all dogs no matter the vaccination/documentation status are welcomed in Lithuania. If the dog is unvaccinated they will vaccinate and chip it at the border. Please help me to spread this information around, it could save a dog’s life.
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For Ukrainians
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Please please share where appropriate (this is a copy + paste):
Dear Ukrainians!
I heard on social media that there is fake news being spread (most likely by Russia backed trolls) that polish border is closed.
It's a lie.
If you seek asylum - go towards polish border. We are ready for your arrival. We have reception points ready at the border where you can find shelter, food, medical and legal aid.
Polish government launched a dedicated site to help you: ua.gov.pl
Please share this information if you know anyone seeking help right now.
EDIT: YOU DON'T NEED VISA TO PASS THROUGH POLISH BORDER. ALL YOU NEED IS PASSPORT. VISAS ARE SUSPENDED! YOU DON'T NEED THEM FOR TIME BEING!!!!!!
EDIT2: as a proof that you no longer need visa:
• in Ukrainian https://www.gov.pl/web/udsc/ukraina---ua • in English https://www.gov.pl/web/udsc/ukraina-en
Edit: this is a copy and paste and I encourage you all to do it too where appropriate!
Шановні українці!
У соцмережах я чув, що поширюються фейкові новини (скоріше за все, підтримувані Росією тролі), що польський кордон закритий.
Це брехня.
Якщо ви шукаєте притулку – йдіть до польського кордону. Ми готові до вашого приїзду. На кордоні готові пункти прийому, де ви можете знайти притулок, їжу, медичну та правову допомогу.
Польський уряд запустив спеціальний сайт, щоб допомогти вам: ua.gov.pl
Будь ласка, поділіться цією інформацією, якщо ви знаєте когось, хто зараз шукає допомоги.
РЕДАКТИРОВАТИ: ВАМ НЕ ПОТРІБНА ВІЗА ДЛЯ ПРОЙДЖЕННЯ ПОЛЬСЬКИМ КОРДОНОМ. ВСЕ, що ВАМ ПОТРІБНО, - це ПАСПОРТ. ВІЗИ ПРИСПИНЕНО! ВОНИ ВАМ НЕ ПОТРІБНИ НА ЧАС!!!!!!
EDIT2: як доказ того, що вам більше не потрібна віза:
• українською https://www.gov.pl/web/udsc/ukraina---ua • англійською https://www.gov.pl/web/udsc/ukraina-en
Вибачте, якщо це дурниця, я використовував Google Translate
Dear Ukrainians!
I heard on social media that there is fake news being spread (most likely by Russia backed trolls) that polish border is closed.
It's a lie.
If you seek asylum - go towards polish border. We are ready for your arrival. We have reception points ready at the border where you can find shelter, food, medical and legal aid.
Polish government launched a dedicated site to help you: ua.gov.pl
Please share this information if you know anyone seeking help right now.
EDIT: YOU DON'T NEED VISA TO PASS THROUGH POLISH BORDER. ALL YOU NEED IS PASSPORT. VISAS ARE SUSPENDED! YOU DON'T NEED THEM FOR TIME BEING!!!!!!
EDIT2: as a proof that you no longer need visa:
• in Ukrainian https://www.gov.pl/web/udsc/ukraina---ua • in English https://www.gov.pl/web/udsc/ukraina-en
Edit: this is a copy and paste and I encourage you all to do it too where appropriate!
Шановні українці!
У соцмережах я чув, що поширюються фейкові новини (скоріше за все, підтримувані Росією тролі), що польський кордон закритий.
Це брехня.
Якщо ви шукаєте притулку – йдіть до польського кордону. Ми готові до вашого приїзду. На кордоні готові пункти прийому, де ви можете знайти притулок, їжу, медичну та правову допомогу.
Польський уряд запустив спеціальний сайт, щоб допомогти вам: ua.gov.pl
Будь ласка, поділіться цією інформацією, якщо ви знаєте когось, хто зараз шукає допомоги.
РЕДАКТИРОВАТИ: ВАМ НЕ ПОТРІБНА ВІЗА ДЛЯ ПРОЙДЖЕННЯ ПОЛЬСЬКИМ КОРДОНОМ. ВСЕ, що ВАМ ПОТРІБНО, - це ПАСПОРТ. ВІЗИ ПРИСПИНЕНО! ВОНИ ВАМ НЕ ПОТРІБНИ НА ЧАС!!!!!!
EDIT2: як доказ того, що вам більше не потрібна віза:
• українською https://www.gov.pl/web/udsc/ukraina---ua • англійською https://www.gov.pl/web/udsc/ukraina-en
Вибачте, якщо це дурниця, я використовував Google Translate
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Pro Russia copypasta being thrown around on Facebook, anyone want to write a counter argument to this shit?
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One lesson we've learned over the last few years is ; "Don't believe everything they tell you". Deception is running rampant in these last days and many of our western leaders can't be trusted anymore. I find the next commentary very interesting. And yes, Biden's rhetoric can't be taken too seriously. (as well as Trudeau and many other Western leaders being brain-washed by the WEF. Please read.
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It may not be what it seems!
Here's what you may not know about Ukraine.
2 areas that border Russia, the DPR & LPR had already declared themselves independent. They have been under attack by Ukraine for 8 years. 14,000 have been killed while the world largely ignored it.
They appealed to Putin a few days ago to recognize their sovereignty. Putin agreed, also agreeing to offer protection from Ukraine's military. This was ratified by all three parties. Putin sent in peacekeepers and told the world he was going to protect them.
Ukraine didn't take any of it seriously. The Ukraine bombing attacks continued and two more died. Russia upheld their end of the bargain and retaliated against Ukraine and has now invaded Ukraine after taking out their entire air defenses in just over an hour.
You can decide if that was justified or not, but it's the same as article 5 with NATO. One nation is attacked, NATO responds.
But wait, there's more...
The Ukraine government was installed by the US Deep State. NAZIs. This is why, though you likely haven't heard, Putin stated he wasn't going to allow these neo-NAZIs to ruin Ukraine. We all know about the Bidens' corrupt dealings in Ukraine, but do you know about the Democrat money laundering and child trafficking? And that's just the start. Ukraine is a Deep State / NAZI vassal, not a country. It's a territory being used by US Democrats to steal, kill and destroy.
Putin may not be as bad as you've been told. He just may be SAVING the Ukrainian people from the very same people that are destroying the US, and the rest of the West.
One more thing. Russia threatened that any nation that interferes will see consequences never seen before. Likely he's referring to a hypersonic nuclear missile first strike. If the US gets involved, be ready for war on American soil. Putin has shown he's not screwing around. His military is much smaller than the US/NATO, but their military technology is far more advanced than anything the US has. The US has no way to stop Russian hypersonic missiles. But Russia's S500 missile defense system can take out the US's. In a nuclear war, Russia is the likely victor, and most neutral commentators agree with that.
Best pray!
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It may not be what it seems!
Here's what you may not know about Ukraine.
2 areas that border Russia, the DPR & LPR had already declared themselves independent. They have been under attack by Ukraine for 8 years. 14,000 have been killed while the world largely ignored it.
They appealed to Putin a few days ago to recognize their sovereignty. Putin agreed, also agreeing to offer protection from Ukraine's military. This was ratified by all three parties. Putin sent in peacekeepers and told the world he was going to protect them.
Ukraine didn't take any of it seriously. The Ukraine bombing attacks continued and two more died. Russia upheld their end of the bargain and retaliated against Ukraine and has now invaded Ukraine after taking out their entire air defenses in just over an hour.
You can decide if that was justified or not, but it's the same as article 5 with NATO. One nation is attacked, NATO responds.
But wait, there's more...
The Ukraine government was installed by the US Deep State. NAZIs. This is why, though you likely haven't heard, Putin stated he wasn't going to allow these neo-NAZIs to ruin Ukraine. We all know about the Bidens' corrupt dealings in Ukraine, but do you know about the Democrat money laundering and child trafficking? And that's just the start. Ukraine is a Deep State / NAZI vassal, not a country. It's a territory being used by US Democrats to steal, kill and destroy.
Putin may not be as bad as you've been told. He just may be SAVING the Ukrainian people from the very same people that are destroying the US, and the rest of the West.
One more thing. Russia threatened that any nation that interferes will see consequences never seen before. Likely he's referring to a hypersonic nuclear missile first strike. If the US gets involved, be ready for war on American soil. Putin has shown he's not screwing around. His military is much smaller than the US/NATO, but their military technology is far more advanced than anything the US has. The US has no way to stop Russian hypersonic missiles. But Russia's S500 missile defense system can take out the US's. In a nuclear war, Russia is the likely victor, and most neutral commentators agree with that.
Best pray!
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FUCK PUTIN
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i accidentally shouted hog rider when i saw my wife getting humped by a black dude
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It was midnight, 12:23AM, i was feeling depressed while driving, i saw my phone notify me about collecting my daily coins in the gacha game i have been playing, since i am depressed Depressed me went to the local mcdonalds and asked for the breakfast menu, the cashier said in a monotone voice “we dont serve breakfast at midnight” me, being depressed, just ordered a large whopper with medium sized fries and coke, i sat down waiting for my order, i patiently wait and wait as the time goes on “here is your order sir” i look at my burger, depressingly, and thought to myself “wait this isnt coke, this is pineapple juice” i stood and left the said local mcdonalds, slamming the window door, shattering it, while the cashier was terrified, as he screamed “you’re gonna pay for that!” i drove back home, waiting to see my beautiful, loyal, and busty wife, i grab my keys depressingly and opened the door “ohh yess” i hear, a shiver was sent down my spine, i walked up the 2nd floor and the the moans started to get louder every step i take i saw a shadow, moving up and down, my fear was getting to me, i depressingly walked to the door... “micheal cum in my ass!” then, my manly urge erupted, as they saw me, i was frozen in spot, i desperately wanted to move, but i cant, the black dude stared at me, waiting for my next turn that manly urge, was getting to me, i cant hold it anymore “HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOG RIDER”
It was midnight, 12:23AM, i was feeling depressed while driving, i saw my phone notify me about collecting my daily coins in the gacha game i have been playing, since i am depressed Depressed me went to the local mcdonalds and asked for the breakfast menu, the cashier said in a monotone voice “we dont serve breakfast at midnight” me, being depressed, just ordered a large whopper with medium sized fries and coke, i sat down waiting for my order, i patiently wait and wait as the time goes on “here is your order sir” i look at my burger, depressingly, and thought to myself “wait this isnt coke, this is pineapple juice” i stood and left the said local mcdonalds, slamming the window door, shattering it, while the cashier was terrified, as he screamed “you’re gonna pay for that!” i drove back home, waiting to see my beautiful, loyal, and busty wife, i grab my keys depressingly and opened the door “ohh yess” i hear, a shiver was sent down my spine, i walked up the 2nd floor and the the moans started to get louder every step i take i saw a shadow, moving up and down, my fear was getting to me, i depressingly walked to the door... “micheal cum in my ass!” then, my manly urge erupted, as they saw me, i was frozen in spot, i desperately wanted to move, but i cant, the black dude stared at me, waiting for my next turn that manly urge, was getting to me, i cant hold it anymore “HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOG RIDER”
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Horny
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Saw this and became horny but thought about the Ukraine and Russia situation…my erection is gone and my fear for nuclear war and end of humanity is at their peak
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