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#i finally have marshal and i love him but i think he hates me
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i think it's cute how (to my knowledge) zbj is the only one of the pilgrims who has a spinoff story where swk erases his name from the death ledgers :> i think it pairs well with the semi-common post-canon narrative of zbj going to live on huaguo shan. it's like he's really part of the family now ❤️ (story is 十八罗汉斗悟空:孙悟空两情猪八戒)
I've never heard of this story before but WUKONG starting shit just cause the Arhots were getting more attention PLEASE!
He just drags Bajie with him XD
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I love they immediately go to get Wujing to come help but hate that it was all a trap because this imagine is so cute of the three of them just hanging out.
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THEY ARE SO SWEET TOGETHER! I love stories where after the journey they are still such close friends/family. Drop of a hat would just join each other to beat up some guys no questions asked. But boooo this guy turns out to be the Arhat after their butts.
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But still a lot of great moments of Bajie and Wukong fighting together! Do love that they still continue the trend that Wukong has trouble fighting under water and him asking Bajie for that help makes a lot of sense with him used to be the Marshall of the Heavenly Reeds.
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But still Bajie isn't nearly as immune to elements nor has the same stamina as Wukong does, making him tire out quickly and being more prone to magical attacks.
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八戒想了想,道:“我倒是想起早年学过一门八面玲珑功,此功虚头巴脑,对敌全然无用,但今天正用得上,他无影无相,我只求滴水不漏,或许可以破他这路拳。”
说罢他强打精神,分出七个分身,“推窗望月,蛟龙出水,猛虎下山,回首掏……”招式纷繁复杂,虽然没有半分实力,却十分好看。
悟空笑道:“倒也不负这名,果然八面玲珑,世人皆喜这套,纵使无半分力气,却可立于不败之地也。”
Wukong! Is that a genuine compliment?! I never thought I would see the day! I bet that his moves were beautiful!
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This is my first time seeing Bajie with his own clones so that is pretty neat to witness in another story.
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I'm SCREAMING at this page please! Look at Wukong! He has no regrets!
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<3
此刻他以闪电瓶轰击,有制高点优势,已立于不败之地。悟空不怕闪电,但八戒这边就苦了,趴下找路逃命,裤子被炸得稀烂,如芒刺在股,无力再战。
八戒趴在地上,听雷声渐渐小了,仰起头一看,一座巨型金塔正凌空劈来,悟空眼疾手快一把把八戒推开,这才没被罩入塔内。
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Wukong is such a homie, he knows that Bajie doesn't have the same immunities as him and even pushes him out of the way when he is prone.
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八戒虽然惧怕罗汉法宝,但他就盯住过江罗汉,俩人正是对手,拳来耙去,直斗得愁云惨雾,日头偏西。
But also good on Bajie for not backing down either! He is clearly scared and feels outmatched but he refuses to back down. Love that about him, always a coward but he ain't a doormat.
体高罗汉见过江罗汉无法取胜,就拿闪电瓶对准八戒,一连串闪电直刺过来,八戒吓得一哆嗦,压低云头,躲到了流沙河中,找到一片荷叶,把鼻子埋了进去。
这边悟空不再需要顾忌八戒,金箍棒变大变粗,将方寸山棍法解数全部丢出来,形成一张紧密的棍网。虽然被围在核心,他还是哈哈大笑:“任你们罗汉花招再多,谁也进不了俺的棍网!”
Also that even when Bajie does go to hide in the river Wukong sees this as more advantageous than anything as he can finally go all out. He was holding back cause Bajie was in his line of fire but now he is out of friendly-fire range he can do maximum damage without worry!
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悟空战退了四罗汉,再来寻八戒,发现八戒已不在荷花池,连连高叫无人回应。
不知八戒吉凶如何?请看下回分解。
Is Bajie okay? I can't tell in the end if he was passed out or he scampered off completely.... I hope he is okay...
But still this was a great story! Thank you so much for recommending me this I had such a great read! I love seeing stories where the pilgrims still get together and get into trouble at times! Especially when it is still very in character and so much fun!
If someone can tell if Bajie okay thought :'-) please I have to know!
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Need | Din Djarin x Cobb Vanth
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This blog is a 18+ space, Minors, do not engage. If you are under the age of 18 you are not welcome here. Please heed these warnings and the warnings put in place on each individual fic and chapter.
Warnings:  Porn with Feelings; Porn With Plot; Anal Sex; Anal Fingering; Anal; Anal Play; Blow Jobs; Prostate Massage; Oral Sex; Lube; Cobb Vanth deserves his own warning; Din Djarin being an anxious idiots; Idiots in Love; Pet Names; mesh'la used liberally; uncut Cobb; Helmetless Din Djarin; the helmet doesn't stay on; set between s2-3; Yearning; Pining; a splash of angst.
Summary: Set post-S2 but pre-BOBF Din can't stop thinking about Cobb, it burns a hole in his chest brighter and hotter than a Supernova. He just needs a taste of intimacy, just a small taste. That'll be enough, right? My first proper M/M fic and I'm so nervous, I hope you enjoy it! Dedicated to my dude @immarocketman, I love you so much <3 Thank you @for-a-longlongtime and @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for beta'ing for me <3 Wordcount: 5.5k Read on AO3
Take it off, or I will.
The words had slipped out of the Mandalorian’s mouth without thought. But the way the marshal’s eyebrows twitched up, followed by the swipe of his tongue over his bottom lip made Din’s insides churn. He’d repeated them the night of the Krayt Dragon’s slaying, when Cobb was naked but for his briefs perched atop Din’s naked form as he lay back on Cobb’s bed. The helmet stayed on that night, but all Din could think about was doing the unthinkable.
He wanted to put his mouth on every inch of the marshal’s body, he wanted it more than anything in the galaxy.
~*~
It’s been over a year since the incident with the Krayt Dragon, and all Din can think about is Cobb. He’s alone in one of the bunks Peli keeps spare for him. His cock is achingly hard as he lays naked, sheets crumpled at the foot of the bed. Peli knows not to disturb him. Ever since he landed on Tatooine with Shand and Fett, he’s been in a slump. Without Grogu things have felt off, wrong, lonely.
Loneliness is not something Din is used to feeling, he hates it with a burning rage that violence can’t seem to quell. Loneliness is something Mandalorians of The Watch steel themselves against, it’s a distraction, a flaw. Wandering alone in the galaxy, providing for the Covert, taking on some of the most dangerous cretins in the universe. None of it leaves room for loneliness.
Loneliness gets you killed.
Take it off, or I will.
The words rattle around Din’s mind as he finally relents, his thick fingers wrapping around his length as he slowly jerks his cock. Cobb’s smug grin is burned behind his eyelids as his hand becomes slick with precome. He squeezes his shaft harder as he imagines Cobb’s lips wrapped around his cock instead of his hand.
He remembers the hot, wet, heat of Cobb’s mouth, the brush of his beard against Din’s thigh. He fixates on the memory of trying to pull out before he came.Cobb instead gripped his ass and held the heft of Din’s cock on his tongue as he erupted into the marshal’s mouth.
“Kriff,” Din hisses into the silence of his room.
His orgasm hits him like a blaster bolt, he comes with a strangled groan that echoes off the walls of the small guest room. His balls tighten and throb as he feels the spike of pleasure burst from his core and up his spine. His breath comes in jagged gasps as white splatters of come coat the dark curls at the base of his cock. His spend leaks down his length, pooling hot against his abdomen as the oppressive heat of Tatooine holds the moment in obscene stasis.
Din lies there for some time, letting the haze of post-orgasm euphoria roll through his body. He doesn’t know what he expected, but the loneliness persists. It gnaws at him as he tries to find the energy to get up and clean off.
~*~
Even in the low light of dusk, the buzz of the thoroughfare speaks to the change in the small town of Mos Pelgo as Din makes his way to the cantina. He slips in, making his way to the back of the bar. He doesn’t want to draw attention, but he needs to see him. Even if it’s just a glimpse. He tells himself that it’ll be enough. It’s a lie, but a convenient one.
It doesn’t take long for Cobb to saunter in, checking in with the bartender. It’s a brief conversation, punctuated with a nod in Din’s direction from the barkeep. Din’s blood runs hot then cold as Cobb makes his way to his table. He has a bottle of something golden in one hand and two short cups in the other.
“Fancy seeing you here,” Cobb says with a smirk as he stops just short of Din’s table, “This seat taken?”
Din grunts in assent, not finding the courage to speak as he nods to the chair on the other side of the table. He’s sweating through his flight suit, and it has nothing to do with the desert planet’s atmosphere. Din knows fear, he knows how to manage something as abstract a concept as fear. But what he feels right now is dread. Dread is a weight on his chest that anchors him in place, trapping him without a means to escape.
He should never have come.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my favourite Mandalorian. How’ve you been?” Cobb asks as he eases himself down onto the seat opposite. He eyes Mando up and down as he notices the way Din shifts in his chair.  
Cobb pours two measures of the spirit before raising his cup in toast. He expects Mando to decline, as always, but his eyes widen as he watches his friend lift the cup. In a slow, purposeful motion Mando pitches his head back in the gloom of the bar. His free hand shifts his helmet up and he brings the drink to his lips, tipping back the liquid in one swift flick of his wrist. In the low lighting Cobb can’t see anything but the act in itself unsettles the marshal.
“Been better,” Mando answers as he reseats his helmet, “You?”
“Things are fine here, thriving since you last visited, we’re working with the Tuskens more and more, it’s a mutually beneficial arrangement,” Cobb says with a guarded expression, he’s trying to figure out what’s eating at his sometimes-friend, sometimes-lover.
“Good,” Din nods, his visor flashing in the low light, “That’s good.”
“Want to tell me what’s on your mind?” Cobb presses as he pours another measure in both their glasses. Mando doesn’t drink this time, instead holding the small container between his thumb and forefinger.
“Nothing,” Din grunts before swirling the liquid around his glass, his helmet dipped low as he avoids the topic. They sit together in silence for some time, Din’s gaze is fixed on Cobb’s face.
He takes in the way Cobb’s beard is fuller than before. His forehead bears deeper lines, crow’s feet crease at the corners of his eyes. It’s been just over a standard year, but the harsh binary suns of Tatooine have taken their toll. However, Cobb’s eyes are brighter than ever, his swirling light brown irises still sparkle with the fire of arrogance but hold a softer glow. Contentment, a wealth that cannot be measured in credits, but in fulfilment.
“As riveting as this is,” Cobb sighs as he stands up, “I’m going to head home, it’s nice to see you Mando, bottles on me.”
“Wait,” Din grabs Cobb’s wrist with lightning speed, his thick gloved fingers firm on the other man’s arm.
“You ready to tell me why you’re really here?” Cobb’s eyes sparkle with challenge, he knows why, he just wants Din to admit it.
“I came to see you,” Din says softly, his voice only just picking up on the vocoder in his helmet, “I missed you.”
“You missed me?” Cobb purrs and Mando’s stomach twists as he feels something like shame flood his system.
“Forget it,” Din snaps as he pulls his hand away, already on his feet, “Enjoy your evening, marshal.”
But Cobb squares up to him, blocking his path out of the cantina, he pushes him back against the wall. Din’s breath hitches in his throat as he watches Cobb’s broad hand flatten against his chest plate. Din’s hands hang limply at his sides as he finds himself startled for the first time in a very long time.
“You missed me, Mando?” Cobb’s voice drops a register as he repeats his question, a sly smile twitching at the corner of his full lips.
“Yes,” Din breathes as he watches Cobb’s eyes drift down to the growing bulge in Din’s flight suit. He can’t help but hold his breath as the other man steps closer, his lips but a hair’s breadth away from the Mandalorian’s helmet.
“Didn’t think you were allowed to miss people like me, Mando,” Cobb says as he looks up into the inky blackness of Din’s visor, “Does it help to know I missed you too?”
Din’s jaw goes slack as he feels the tight knot of negative emotions in his chest unravels. It’s like he’s broken free of a garotte, he feels lightheaded, dizzy, and so very aware of how close Cobb is to him now.
“Cobb,” Din says softly as he scans the room, conscious of any prying eyes to what has turned into such an intimate moment.
“Come home with me,” Cobb says softly as he steps back, giving the Mandalorian some space, “Unless you think you can’t live up to last time.”
“Are you sure?” Din asks as he practically vibrates as he holds himself back. His fingertips itch with the need to touch Cobb’s bare skin again.
“Never been surer of anythin’ in my life, now come on, we’ve got lost time to make up for.”
The pair exit the cantina together, close enough that their fingertips brush as they walk. Pinky fingers touching every few steps. It’s like a silent exchange of intent, flirting wordlessly as electricity sparks between them with every caress of bare skin against textured leather.
Din angles his helmet subtly, letting himself drink in the slight form of the marshal. Cobb unknowingly mirrors the action and his lips curve into a wide smile as he catches the Mandalorian checking him out. Neither say a word until the door to Cobb’s home hisses shut behind them.
There’s a shift in the air between them as Cobb brushes past Din, his hips swaying as he enters the central room in the small hut. Din watches him go, salivating at the deliberate change in the marshal’s gait. His dick strains against the tight flight suit as he tries to control himself. He doesn’t want to spoil this, not with eagerness, not with mindless pleasure.
He wants to do this right.
“Do you want a drink?” Cobb calls over his shoulder as he reaches the far side of the room, reaching up to grab earthenware cups from a high shelf. Din treads lightly as he comes up behind Cobb, his Beskar barely making a sound as he moves. There’s a thrill in this, moving soundlessly in Beskar is no easy feat, it’s something usually reserved for quarry.
“No,” Din says softly as Cobb yelps, Din’s firm hands find purchase on Cobb’s hips.
“I see, right down to business, never struck me as the desperate type Mando,” Cobb laughs but Din growls in response as he grinds his clothed cock against Cobb’s ass, pinning him to the counter.
“I don’t want a drink,” he rumbles as one hand snakes up to grip Cobb’s neck from the front, thick fingers framing Cobb’s jaw, pulling him back against Din’s armoured form, “I want to taste you.”
“I like this side of you, Mando, so bold,” Cobb purrs as he abandons his quest for mugs, he turns in Din’s grip, “How do you propose going about tasting me?” He asks as he leans forward, Din’s thick fingers are still wrapped around Cobb’s neck and the marshal leans into the pressure as he rests his forehead against the cool Beskar of Din’s helmet.
“Going to put my mouth here,” Din glides his hand up over Cobb’s jaw, gloved thumb brushing over his lower lip, “and here,” he trails his fingertip back down his chin, lower, lingering over Cobb’s sternum, “and here,” Din growls and his cock aches at the intake of breath from the marshal.
“Wish I could see you,” Cobb breathes, and he flinches, the words are out of his mouth before he can stop them. Cobb is about to say something, anything to walk back from his slip up. Din smirks beneath his helmet, it’s a twisted grimace turned smile as he realises there’s no point holding back any longer.
“Take it off,” Din commands as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of Cobb’s pants, “Take it off, or I will.”
“Mando, what are you-?”
“Take it off, or I will.”
There’s a charged silence as Cobb tries to move, his body is frozen in place as he fights against the voice in the back of his mind. He knows this is forbidden, he knows it’s a big kriffing deal, but that makes it all the more enticing. His dick twitches in anticipation.
“Are you sure?” Cobb’s breathing hitches as Din’s free hand cups his face, gloved thumb rubbing through his thick, silvered beard.
“Please.”
It’s a plea brimming with desperation, filled with an unspoken need. It’s exactly what Cobb needs to hear.
“Seein’ as you asked so nice,” Cobb smirks with bared teeth and Din’s stomach twists as he feels the flutter of anxiety gnaw at him. He drops his hand from Cobb’s face, both hands move to Cobb’s waist and Din holds himself steady.
Cobb brings both hands up to cup the concave cheeks of Din’s helmet, fingers splayed across the angular Beskar as he holds the object of Din’s Creed in the palms of his hands.
“Close your eyes,” Cobb says softly as he presses his forehead to the Beskar in front of him, “Trust me.”
Din does as instructed, his eyes clamp shut as he tightens his grip on Cobb’s waist. The hiss-click of his helmet depressurising has him shuddering, there’s no going back now.
“Keep ‘em shut,” Cobb coos as Din feels the helmet lift away, the thick, humid air of the evening hitting his skin like a smothering blanket. He gasps as he forces his eyes to stay closed. Tension twists through his whole body as he hears his helmet being set down somewhere to his right.
“You’re beautiful, Mando,” Cobb’s voice is breathless, awestruck and filled with deep reverence that makes Din’s lips part in desire.
“Kiss me,” Din commands and he cringes as he hears Cobb chuckle.
“So needy,” Cobb whispers as he places his hands on Din’s face, just like on his helmet, he spreads his fingertips under Din’s jaw, thumbs pressed into his cheekbones as he takes him in. He studies the neatly trimmed facial hair, with clear patches where it refuses to grow. He salivates at Din’s plush lips, plump and so full. His eyes are still closed, his brow furrowed, and Cobb wants nothing more than to see those eyes open.
“Cobb, please-,”
Din groans as Cobb’s lips brush over his own. Cobb smiles at the guttural sound as he takes Din’s top lip between his own, pulling on it lightly before bumping his nose against the strong plane of the Mandalorian’s own. He releases his lip gently, their short breaths mingling in the space between them as both men pant from the brief exchange.
“Wanted to do that since the moment I saw you, Mando,” Cobb whispers, lips brushing over one another once more as he speaks, “Didn’t care what you looked like under here, just knew I needed this.”
Din’s grip is unwavering on Cobb’s pants as he leans forward and presses their foreheads together. Slowly, Din opens his eyes and groans as he sees Cobb’s flush cheeks, plump lips, and striking brown eyes for the first time without a helmet on.
“Stars, you’re gorgeous,” Din growls as he leans back, looking up into the marshal’s hooded eyes. There’s a moment of charged silence where neither is sure who will make the next move.
“You sure this is ok?” Cobb asks as he looks down, abashed at finally being shown Din’s face. It’s Din’s turn to cup the other man’s face.
“I wouldn’t have come if I wasn’t sure,” he promises as he tilts the marshal’s head up to look at him once more, “I’ll explain everything later, but for now?” Din asks as he presses his lips to the corner of Cobb’s mouth, lips brushing his silvered moustache as he speaks, “Let me taste you, all of you.”
It’s Cobb’s turn to moan as he turns his head to kiss Din once more. This time there’s an urgent hunger to it, their lips crash together, mouths ceding to tongues as they waste no time in consuming each other. Din’s tongue dips into Cobb’s mouth as he backs him towards the bedroom. His hands are on the marshal’s shirt, pulling at it with thick, eager fingers.
The back of Cobb’s knees hit the bed and he flops backwards, pulling the Beskar-clad man down on top of him. Din plants his hands either side of Cobb’s head as he lands, softening the blow of his heavy, armoured form from crushing the marshal.
“That was reckless,” Din growls, but his face is alight with desire as he sees his lover’s face flushed and needy beneath him.
“You make me reckless,” Cobb responds with a wink and Din fists the bedsheets with both hands as he drops his head low, nudging the other man’s head to the side with his nose. His lips brush against the thatch of silver hair that lines Cobb’s jaw, and Din smiles in triumph as the marshal arches up against him.
“I want you to strip for me, can you do that?” Din whispers as he grinds his cock down onto the other man’s equally hard bulge. The friction from Cobb’s pants and Din’s flight suit makes both men groan, Din’s breathy and desperate, Cobb’s low and thick with desire.
“Sure thing, handsome,” Cobb groans as he watches the Mandalorian retreat a few steps, hands already making quick work of his armour as his dark brown eyes never leave the marshal’s. Cobb kneels on the bed, removing the stained red bandana from his neck as Din drops his cape. The pair can’t stop smiling as they undress.
Cobb removes his overshirt, off comes Din’s pauldrons, his chest plate. Cobb kicks off his boots and Din’s vambraces are placed in a pile of ever-growing Beskar. Belts come off in unison and the rumbling chuckle around the small room is infectious.
“This is a lot slower than last time, Mando,” Cobb quips as he works at his pants, shoving them down as Din removes the last piece of his armour. He sets the boots to the side, clad only in his dark flight suit now.
“Please, Cobb,” Din says as he unzips the top half of the suit, “Call me Din.”
“Din,” Cobb says as he kicks off his pants, discarding them as he sits in just his tight black briefs, “I like it, punchy.”
Din shakes his head, his cheeks burning from how hard he’s smiling at the flirtatious man before him.
“Did you talk this much last time?” Din growls affectionately as he shrugs off the top half of his suit, baring his tan skin, adorned with tattoos that range from dark inky blue to luminous icy tones. Cobb licks his lips as he maps the inked, scarred, tapestry before him.
“Last time I didn’t get much time to talk, I recall my mouth was otherwise occupied,” Cobb flutters his eyelashes playfully up and Din and the Mandalorian shakes his head in disbelief.
“Well, that won’t be a problem this time,” Din says with a wolfish grin as he strips the last half of his flight suit off, “On your back, briefs down marshal.”
“So bossy, where’s the romance, the wooing Mando?”
“Din,” he corrects Cobb as he frees his cock from his briefs, kicking them off with the flight suit, “And if you wanted to be wooed, you wouldn’t have let me fuck your pretty little mouth so easily last time.”
“You’ve got me there,” Cobb says as his cheeks flush bright red before he pulls his briefs down. Din groans, palming his cock as he strides over to the bed. Cobb leans forward, eager to touch Din again but he’s reprimanded with a gentle shove to the sternum and a tsk from Din.
“On your back, mesh’la,” he says as he gets on his knees in front of Cobb, “Let me return the favour.”
Cobb does as he’s told, but he props himself up on his elbows, he doesn’t want to miss a single second of Din’s handsome face now he’s had a glimpse. Din parts his lover’s legs slowly, palms flat, fingers digging into the firmness of his muscular thighs. He places soft kisses to the inside of Cobb’s left knee, chaste, teasing brushes of his plush lips and stubble that make Cobb tremble beneath him. There’s a soft tang of sweat on Din’s lips as he makes his way up the inside of Cobb’s thigh, he laves soft swirls of his tongue over his lover’s skin as he makes his way up to the apex of Cobb’s thighs.
“Such a gorgeous cock,” Din mutters, almost to himself as he settles his torso between Cobb’s legs, keeping him open wide. His one hand cups Cobb’s balls, the other wraps gently around the base of his dick. Din’s own cock throbs at the way precome beads pearlescent at the tip as he pulls Cobb’s foreskin back a little to reveal the ruddy head.
Din eases his lips around Cobb’s cock, flattening his tongue as he hollows his cheeks to accommodate the marshal’s length. The bitter, musky taste of precome coats Din’s mouth as he groans around the thick weight of Cobb’s cock in his mouth. He eases himself down to the base, the telltale tightness in his throat from the panicked thrill of being so full, so close to gagging, has Din leaking over his own shaft.
“Kriff,” Cobb lets out a soft, breathy cry as Din worships him.
Din eases back as he runs the tip of his tongue over the ruddy head, suckling gently as Cobb shudders and whines beneath him.
“I could listen to you all night, mesh’la,” Din hums softly as he runs his tongue down the underside of Cobb’s shaft.
“Din, please,” Cobb whines as Din slots his mouth over one of his lover’s balls, rolling his tongue over it as he hums.
“Said I wanted to taste you,” Din says as he dips his tongue lower, his palms pushing on the backs of Cobb’s thighs as he angles his ass off the bed, “I’m taking my time.”
“Patience isn’t one of my virtues, Din,” Cobb says, voice light and breathy.
“Hmmm, then what do you want from me?” Din asks, hoping beyond hope it’s what he’s been thinking about since he fucked his fist only last night.
“I want you to fuck me,” Cobb says through gritted teeth as Din dips his head lower, his hot tongue inching lower to Cobb’s taint, teasing just shy of his asshole.
“Kriff,” Din groans against the soft weight of Cobb’s balls, “You want me to fuck this tight hole with my cock, marshal?”
Din brings his middle finger to his mouth, soaking it with his saliva before he slides his hand underneath Cobb. He teases his slick finger over Cobb’s exposed asshole as his balls reast heavy in Din’s palm. Cobb groans and bucks his hips up at the sensation, a soft series of pants follow as Din presses the pad of his fingertip to the puckered ring. Din licks a slow stripe up Cobb’s shaft before flicking his tongue against the head of Cobb’s cock.
“Quit with the teasing,” Cobb hisses as Din refuses to breach his hole, the wet heat of the Mandalorian’s mouth on his tip only drives the pitch of his voice higher.
“Not doing this without lube. You do have lube, right?”
“I’m not some inexperienced pup,” Cobb huffs indignantly as Din looks up at him from between his knees. The Mandalorian’s dark eyes are addled with lust as he wraps his lips around Cobb’s cock before sinking down to the base, “It’s in my nightstand,” Cobb’s head falls back at the way Din sucks his cock, mouth tight and tongue unrelenting as it massages the underside of his shaft.  
Din bobs his head up and down torturously slow as he savours the weight of the cock in his mouth. He finally releases it with a wet pop before sitting back on his heels, watching how the strong man before him twitches and pants for him. He knows Cobb is close, and as much as he wants to know what it’s like to have the marshal finish inside his mouth, he has other plans.
“On all fours, facing the headboard.”
The command is curt and without fanfare, Din’s own restraint is running thin. He wants to bury himself inside Cobb, carve a space out inside the other man that no-one else can fill. He wants to lay claim to his body and soul, the way Cobb – knowingly or not – has already claimed his own.
Cobb watches Din over his shoulder as he makes his way to the nightstand. Din rifles through the drawers to find an assortment of plugs and dildos nestled amongst different containers of lube. One large black dildo catches Din’s eye, and he relishes in the challenge of meeting the marshal’s expectations.  
“Adventurous,” Din says absently as he looks over his shoulder to see Cobb grinning wolfishly at him.
“This isn’t my first rodeo, handsome.”
The pet name stirs something in Din’s lower belly, a tight twist of desire that has his balls throbbing and his dick twitching. He says nothing, grabbing the open container of lube from the drawer before squirting a few pumps into his hand.
Din glides the liquid over his cock and shudders at the way it feels. It’s wet, sensual, filled with promise as he kneels on the bed behind Cobb. He bites his lip as he runs his free hand over the swell of Cobb’s ass, cupping and kneading the firm skin. His fingertips brush over Cobb’s asshole and Din can’t help but smirk at the way his lover’s body reacts.
Din squirts some lube onto his fingers, making sure some of the liquid drips over the puckered hole before easing his middle finger inside Cobb. The lube lets Din slide in with little resistance, the tight heat of Cobb’s asshole is divine as Din gently feels for his prostate.
“Dank Farrik!” Cobb cries out, his body stutters and Din wraps a supportive arm around his waist, holding him up as he nips at the curve of Cobb’s ass.
“There it is,” Din purrs as he varies the pressure on Cobb’s prostate, “Want me to fuck you here, nice and deep?”
“Din, please, I’m so close, please just fuck me,” the marshal begs and Din smiles as he feels heat stirring at the base of his cock, he knows he’s going to blow his load in seconds the moment he’s inside Cobb.
“Alright,” Din growls as he eases his finger out, “Tell me if it’s too much, ok? Didn’t give me much time to work you open,” Din says, without a trace of humour in his voice as he squirts some fresh lube over Cobb’s needy little hole. It gapes ever so slightly from Din’s thick finger and the sight makes Din squeeze the base of his cock to try and calm down.
“I’m a big boy, Din, I can handle-,” Cobb starts but a deep snarl catches in his throat as Din lines up the tip of his cock at Cobb’s tight hole before he can finish his sentence.
“Relax, mesh’la,” Din says softly as he grips Cobb’s hips lightly, his thumbs soothe over his lover’s skin as he holds him steady, “I’m going to take care of you, ok?”
Cobb’s face is pressed into the bed now, his arms giving out on him as Din eases the tip inside him. He still manages to convey a muffled “Mhm!”.
“Kriff,” Din groans as he lets the lube do the work, he eases into Cobb at a painfully slow pace, but Din promised Cobb – and himself – he wouldn’t rush this.
Cobb writhes as Din presses deeper, his skin slick and his whole body consumed by the feeling of being split open. It doesn’t take long before din is fully sheathed inside Cobb, his brow furrowed and his mouth agape as he feels the way Cobb’s walls clamp around his cock. It’s heaven to be buried so deep, to be so close to his lover, but it’s not enough.
“Din,” Cobb tilts his head to the side, cheek pressed into the mattress as he looks sideways at the Mandalorian, “You’re gonna have to move, I’m desperate here.”
“I can’t say no to that,” Din grunts as he slowly eases back out, the tightness of Cobb’s ass is like a vice. It makes Din feel lightheaded as he starts to ease back in, the tightness is blinding as he fills Cobb over and over.
Din rolls his hips forward with every thrust into Cobb’s tight ass, grinding against his prostate as he drops a hand to fist Cobb’s cock. There’s no more burn or stretch for Cobb, the only thing he feels is the tightness in his balls as he feels the sudden rush of his orgasm approaching. The slow, firm pumps of his cock driving him to the edge as he feels so utterly consumed by Din.
“Din,” Cobb mewls as the sound of skin slapping skin fills the air.
“I’ve got you,” Din breathes as he leans back on his thighs, pulling the marshal back against his chest, cock buried deep inside him as he changes the angle, “Come for me, mesh’la, let me see you come undone,” he presses his nose into the sensitive skin behind Cobb’s ear as he pants against his jaw from behind.
“Maker,” Cobb groans as he leans back on Din, he’s so full.
Cobb feels his dick twitch as Din’s cock fucks up into him, nudging his prostate with every upwards snap of the Mandalorian’s hips. Cobb comes with a cry as Din thumbs the head of his cock while rolling his hips up, grinding up into his ass. Hot spurts of come explode from Cobb’s cock, covering his abdomen, coating Din’s fingers as he shudders through overstimulated aftershocks as Din picks up the pace.
“There you go,” Din snarls as he takes the marshal’s lobe between his teeth, nipping at the skin as he feels the coil of pressure in his abdomen snap. He falls forward, pushing Cobb back down on all fours as he fucks down into Cobb’s ass with fervour. He manages another few hurried, stuttered thrusts before he’s coming hard.
His vision blurs at the edges as he empties himself inside Cobb’s ass. He lets out a soft groan as his fingertips dig into Cobb’s hips. He stills finally as he rests his forehead between Cobb’s shoulder blades.
Din’s thighs are weak, and his grip is slipping as the only sound in the small bedroom is the heavy panting coming from both men as they come down from their high. Din eases out of Cobb slowly, making sure not to pull out too quickly. Din’s breath hitches at the sight of his come leaking out of Cobb’s tight asshole. The viscous, pearly spend dribbles down the marshal’s balls, Din has to fight the urge to lean down and lap it up.
“Come on,” Din wheezes as he struggles to keep the marshal from falling into the come soaked sheets, “’Fresher.”
“Yessir,” Cobb slurs happily as he lets Din manhandle him upright.
“How was that for you?” Din asks with worry tinging his voice as he regains clarity, concerned he had gone too hard.
“You kidding?” Cobb laughs, his voice sounding less floaty by the minute, “That was the best fuck I’ve ever had Mand- Din,” He corrects himself as he stumbles over to the toilet to relief himself. He flops down onto the toilet seat and grins up at Din. Din feels like the sound of Cobb relieving himself should make him feel bashful, but there’s something oddly comforting about it. It feels domestic and familiar, like they’ve done it a thousand times before.
“I’m glad,” Din says, still in awe at the sight of Cobb’s face, he reaches out and cups his lover’s cheek gently, “Thank you.”
“Thank me?” Cobb scoffs as he stands, cupping Din’s jaw in a perfect mirror as he really looks at him “Thank you,” Cobb says softly as he presses his forehead to Din’s, “Thank you for coming back.”
Din pauses, unsure what to say as emotion overwhelms him, tears pool in the corners of his eyes as he leans forward to kiss Cobb. It’s a slow, gentle series of lips sliding over one another, with no intended goal, no meaning or fanfare.
A stolen moment, an unspoken admission, a silent promise.
“Now clean up and get your ass to bed,” Cobb murmurs against Din’s lips, “I’m beat.”
Din laughs as Cobb grabs his ass affectionately before slipping out of the Refresher.
The Mandalorian crawls into bed minutes later, nestling into Cobb’s side as he loops a strong thigh over the other man’s waist.
“Promise not to wait so long next time?” Cobb asks, already falling asleep, his lips pressed to the crown of Din’s head as he speaks.
“Promise.”
Din lets his eyes fall shut as he finally feels the knot in his chest unravel, leaving only one thought in his mind.
Home.
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𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 / ❛ boy crazy ❜ part two (@nexility-sims)
When Zofia walked into a room, everyone noticed. It might have been the enormity of her hair or the constant noise of her rings and bracelets or else the overwhelmingly sweet scent of her favorite body mist, but she was captivating in every sense of the word. Hannah had been jealous of her, once upon a time. It would have been impossible to grow up with her without any jealousy: next to Zofia, everyone became shabby and dull. Ranks didn't matter at all, no title or royal honor could ever compete with that kind of natural charisma. Hannah loved her, but there had been days when she'd hated her, too. Now, though, she was only grateful. When Zofia walked in, nobody noticed the rest of them slipping out.
read part one here
author's note: @nexility-sims and I have been working on the zofia/rui romance since....early 2022? some time in 2021? since #rufia has completely dominated 2/3 of our joint brain power for years, it seemed fitting to finally let them out of our DM's to celebrate Love Day Valentine's Day. Happy V-Day, everyone!
Transcript under the cut.
CHEF | Aren't long nails against dress code, anyway? SERVER | [laughs] Girl, I don't give a fuuu— SERVER | You wanna know who else is wearing acrylics tonight? CHEF | [bored] I dunno, who? SERVER | Oh, nobody, just the Princess Zofia. CHEF | [gasps] CHEF | Shut. Up. You actually talked to her? What was she like? SERVER | She's fucking gorgeous. Like, obviously, but up close, she's even more beautiful. CHEF | Yeah, yeah, but what was she like? SERVER | Okay, so I didn't actually talk to her because she was all over her new boyfriend. They were like, so into each other. It was so sweet. CHEF | Really? I heard it's just a PR relationship so people will think she's over Sigis. SERVER | No way! They're obviously crazy abut each other. You can't fake— UNIDENTIFIED MAN | [offscreen] EVERYBODY OUT! HUGO | What, do I gotta say it again? All of you, clear out! HANNAH | [sighs] Please excuse us. HANNAH | My cousin and I need somewhere to speak privately. Will you please excuse us for a moment? CHEF | ??? SERVER | [shrugs] HUGO | ...anyway, did you see it? HANNAH | See what? HUGO | That stupid little hair flip. He did it a million times. HANNAH | He's growing it out for her. HUGO | Really? Hard to believe, he's so fucking vain. HANNAH | She told me she asked him to grow it long. [deep, beleaguered sigh] She thinks it's sexy. HUGO | What, are you for real? HANNAH | Oh yeah. She's always had a thing for guys with long hair. HUGO | ...huh. HANNAH | Anyway...what's your take? Personally, I don't see what she sees in him. HUGO | [snorts] He's better than Marshall. HANNAH | That's the world's lowest bar. Subterranean, in fact. HUGO | So what are we going to do? HANNAH | He's not a dog, we can't just run him off. HUGO | Well, you can't, but maybe if I— PIDGE | [offscreen] HEY! What are you two talking about? PIDGE | ...and why are you hanging out in the kitchen? ARTHUR | ....hi. HUGO | [icily] Farrier. HANNAH | It's late, Pidge. What are you still doing up? PIDGE | Uh, excuse you. Mama said I can stay until midnight. ARTHUR | ...you two aren't talking about Rui and Zofie, are you? HUGO | ... HANNAH | ...no. PIDGE | You two are such LIARS! PIDGE | Both of you are judgy control freaks! I thought he was really nice. HUGO | He could barely string a sentence together. ARTHUR | I mean...Armorican is his third or fourth language, isn't it? HUGO | Whatever! He gives me the creeps. HANNAH | Well, she says she's in love. HUGO | [scoffs] In love? They've known each other for six months. PIDGE | So? What if it was love at first sight? HANNAH | [exasperated] Pidge— HUGO | Just ignore her, she's fourteen. PIDGE | For your information, I'm fifteen. And I'll be sixteen in May, sooo— HUGO | Yeah, a baby— ARTHUR | Can I remind everyone that Zofia is twenty-two? She's an adult, she can make her own choices, and this is none of our business. HUGO | You're right, Farrier. It's none of your business. HANNAH | [offscreen] Hugo, enough. PIDGE | [mouthing] Rude. HANNAH | Arthur, what was your read? ARTHUR | I don't know, and I don't want to form a judgment until I've actually gotten to know him. He seems...fine? On par with the other guys she's dated. HANNAH | [sighs] "On par with all her other boyfriends" is the entire problem. HANNAH | I just don't want her to get hurt again. This happens every time, you know? She falls hard and fast and then the guy turns out to be a scum-sucking lowlife. PIDGE | [laughs] Hellooooo, what about Van? He was— HANNAH | Probably thw worst of all of them. Trust me, Pigeon. He's...he's no good. HUGO | [jokingly] You see, baby bird? That's why you're not allowed to date until you're thirty and why Hannah's gonna join a convent— PIDGE | No way, that's not fair. HANNAH | [tiredly] Hugo, shut up. No one asked. PIDGE | Yeah, Hugo. No one asked. ARTHUR | Look, I think we should at least give the guy a chance. HANNAH | [sighs] I guess we owe her that much. PIDGE | Guys, I actually talked to him, and trust me: he is like, sooo nice. HUGO | ... HUGO | I bet I could take him. PIDGE | Hey! Hannah, did you hear what he just said—
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You are a witch who was adopted by the Mikaelsons when your parents died in the village. Barely a child yourself, Esther Mikaelson fulfilled your mother’s dying wish and took you in as her own. 
That’s why, besides Freya, the two of you are the most powerful and the oldest witches alive. 
When Elijah flees the country to head to Paris - thus separating himself from his siblings and the Hollow - he eventually returns and regains his memories. 
This is what happens for both of you during that time. 
Set during the originals season 5 
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Their curse is always and forever. A pact made in the aftermath of blood and pain and anguish over their new reality, confined to an immortal life and watching the ones they love die. 
But not them. Not the Mikaelsons. They’ve seen empires rise and fall, they’ve seen their siblings kill the ones who dare to love them, they’ve fled for their lives in fear of their mother, their father, their aunt. 
You parted from them in 1919 when Rebekah called Mikael to New Orleans. With a final kiss to Klaus’ forehead - as he was the closest to your heart, though Elijah had always had it - and a longing look to the man you’ve always loved, you fled back in the direction of the burning opera house. 
The Mikaelsons never saw you again. They believed you to be dead. 
Rebekah would never forget the way Niklaus screamed. 
One hundred years later, the trio reunited with you when they returned to New Orleans and Klaus was told that a werewolf named Hayley Marshall was carrying his child. Rebekah hadn’t known it was you until she saw your eyes. Everything about you was different. 
Your hair, your clothes, even your name. 
But someone who had spent a thousand years with you would never forget those eyes. So old... and just so sad. 
Rebekah and Klaus would come to learn that you had alienated yourself from everyone during the hundred years of being in New Orleans alone. You’d fallen in love with a vampire named Jean, one of the eldest ones in the city, and Marcel had killed him for associating with a witch. 
A witch who had no coven. An independent witch who everyone else feared. 
When Marcel had killed your significant other, you’d burned over two dozen vampires in retaliation. He’d never tried to cross you again. The vampires knew better. The witches knew better. The wolves... they had no say. They’d never been able to have a say in the matters of the Quarter. 
You remember the first time you saw Niklaus strolling down the streets of the quarters towards the most well known bakery in town. You knew exactly why he was going there. 
Beignets. 
  “Good morning! What can I help you with today?” 
Klaus smiled at the young cashier and lifted his eyes to the menu, preparing to remove a wad of bills and slide them across the counter. “I will take-” 
  “Mr. Mikaelson will take as many beignets as you are willing to give him, Anna,” Klaus froze as a familiar voice drifted through the sun-lit open front doors to the cafe. He hadn’t heard that voice in a hundred years. “And he’ll take them to go.” 
  “Right away!” 
Niklaus Mikaelson wasn’t one privy to the feelings that come with shock, or being caught off guard. He was the strongest and the most feared monster to live on this earth. He was hated. He was okay with being hated. 
But the one person who had loved him in spite of all of that was you, and you were standing in front of him for the first time in a hundred years. 
  “Y/N?” 
  “My dear, sweet Niklaus... did you miss me?” 
So much had happened since then. Dahlia, Marcel, the war between the witches and the vampires, nearly losing four of the Mikaelson siblings in one swift go... That nearly ended you. You might despise Elijah for the things he makes you feel - and the things he has chosen to so blatantly ignore when Hayley is within his grasps - but you still love him. You don’t think you can stop loving him. 
And that’s why you hate that you still choose to stay with Hayley to find the cure. You tell her, once they’re all coffined and safe in the back of the truck, that you’re staying to help her find the cure and protect Hope. 
You’re really staying because of the promise you made to Klaus. The promise you made to Elijah when you held him, trembling and weak, in your arms as the venom from Marcel’s bite worked its way through his blood. 
  “Y/N, I know you owe me nothing, but I have one last thing to ask-” 
Hayley is in the other room tending to the other three Mikaelsons while you tend to Elijah. Freya had been the one who suggested it. Said that he would be better off to have the comforting hands of someone he knew taking care of him in his most vulnerable state. 
You argued Hayley could do it. Freya denied you. Said it had to be you. 
So here you are. 
  “Sh... sweet Elijah,” You murmur, raking your fingers through sweat slick hair as he scrambles for purchase in the worn fabric of your jacket. Hayley may be new, she may have his heart and he may have fallen in love with her, but you are familiar and safe. You remind him of a time where he considered himself to be good. “You’re not making any dying promises to me.” 
He’d only asked you one simple thing, which you ended up doing anyway. Protect Hayley and Hope. Nothing about yourself. Nothing about how you felt. 
When everyone had been cursed and their ailments lifted, you quietly disclosed to Niklaus you were intending on leaving and finally told him why: You were tired of being hurt by the fact that you’d given so much of yourself to the family, to Elijah, only for those efforts to not be recognized or reciprocated. 
  “You act as if we have not all recognized your affections for my brother, Y/N,” Niklaus remarked from your hidden spot in the barn where no one would come to bother you. You had wanted to tell him first of your intentions to leave and make your own way. To find love. To find peace. To find the things that, being the anchor of the Mikaelsons, you had never been able to find. “And as for Elijah, I believe it simply comes down to one thing. You were, even after we were turned, always so good. And goodness is always tainted in our presence. He doesn’t believe himself worthy of someone good. Goodness is taken away and replaced by something-” 
  “Evil?” When Klaus didn’t reply, you nodded your assent and continued braiding the wildflowers you had picked from the field outside while looking for him. “I’ve never seen you as you all see yourselves. Especially you, Niklaus. You should know that given how many times I saved you from Mikael.” 
And he’d never forget one moment of them. Not one from childhood, and not one now. 
  “I grant you a mercy that you deserve,” He’d cradled your face then, ever the gentle, and kissed your forehead as he whispered, “You are free from us.” 
But you weren’t. Hope got sick, the Hollow emerged, and everything went to Hell again. 
You disappeared to Mystic Falls during the core years of Hope Mikaelson’s life where she needed a teacher to learn how to control her abilities. You had bid your goodbyes before they were taken from you. Had told them you’d always be a call away.
All of them except Elijah. After his blatant denial of your affections, you decided he did not deserve it. Nothing else from you. 
So for several years, you lived in Mystic Falls. You made a life for yourself as a witch in the community who often convened with Bonnie Bennett, a younger witch from the Bennet line who was remarkably powerful and looking for community with other powerful witches she could learn from. 
The Salvatore brothers respected you. Elena tolerated you. That was okay. 
You had peace. 
Until you didn’t. 
Until Elijah gained his memories back, and Klaus called you frantic and desperate for someone to be there for him that he knew. Someone who understood his vulnerabilities and what it was like to lose the love of your life. When he’d told you Hayley had died saving Hope, you had released such a powerful magical response that Bonnie had felt it clear across town and had come to make sure you were okay. 
She said you were crying when she found you. You didn’t realize it until you lifted your fingertips to your cheeks, and they came back wet. 
Because of course your heart would do this to you. Of course you would come running back to New Orleans to aid the Mikaelson’s during their most painful days.
Always and forever was your curse.
And loving Elijah Mikaelson, you believed, would be your downfall. You believed that until he turned around from where he was bent over the church pew, his siblings presences scattered about the room, and gazed upon you like you were the clearest and brightest thing he’d seen in centuries. 
Like you were the light able to pull him out of the proverbial darkness. 
  “Y/N?” 
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Final thoughts….
Yep it’s official LITG fully gave up on us being the main character. Because how the hell do we walk back into the bedroom, everyone gets to talk about our night but us??? Not even a dumb ass “sister chat” to debrief?!
Then the final date outfits… fb really couldn’t be bothered to add in another outfit or two??? Look I hate how much they cost as much as the next person.. and I definitely have been swapping between like three dresses all season but this is final dates!!
So we knew from the texts adventure date = yacht and romantic date = beach date. I’m sorry but what’s adventurous about a yacht?? Lol. I love how ozzy keeps saying he doesn’t care about how the other dates are going and ours is better but then asks how we think the other dates are going. I thought we didn’t care about them?!?! Also reading through this date and spending TWENTY NINE gems for that cringe fest when playing THTH the dates and everything is FREE and you actually have good convos with ur dates. And he’s really just gonna keep repeating that he has a “special question” to ask us… bruh 🙄 YOU SHOULDVE ASKED LAST NIGHT
All MC could say about her date was we got on a yacht and Ozzy popped open a bottle of bubbly. It was a proper adventurous. LOL I mean if you say so! WHATS WITH ALL THE PRANKS THIS SEASON??? Pranks are the new feet!!! Pls stop hyperfixating on one thing and making it the entire seasons personality. Why was lewie in a suit?? You mean to tell me he’s rather workout in a suit rather than change into something more comfortable, in the middle of summer… in mallorca??
Grace babe!! It’s time to move on!! Picking a dress to make Ozzy regret his decision?! GIRL! Maybe that’s why he wants to ask us to be his gf in front of everyone at declarations..ok I already knew this was coming but Amelia saying it now in dress shopping makes it real he’s def gonna ask her to be his gf and Ozzy is gonna ask us… UGHHHHHHHH
The Ozzy dance and the bits scene after was cute but it seems like they’re trying to cram in as much bits as possible. I’m not complaining but wish we had more opportunities throughout the season with Ozzy.
At this point Ozzy better propose. I’m not here for the LITG proposals AT ALL but we need to one up Amelia. I will not stand for us being the same!!! Grace and Marshall’s speeches were weird that they mentioned Ozzy in them at all. Same with Bella and Lewie. Like everyone just needs to move on! Dying at the lack of spell check “your amazing good lucks” I stared at that for at least a minute, flabbergasted they really spelled looks like that. I’m sorry EXCLUSIVE?!?! That’s it??? He could’ve added in he wanted us to move in together… an i love you… something!!
Ok idk if this has bothered anyone else this season but MC has gotten like 95% of the texts all season. And now at the finale you’re making her read out the entire final?? At least make other islanders read too!
As much as obviously I loved winning. If Amelia had won but Toby stole the money I actually would’ve been just as happy. I wish there was a scenario where this could happen, so if you wanted the happy ending u could have it but if you wanted absolute chaos then that was an option too.
HAMISH LMAOOO. Best. Choice. Ever. I know my Hamish girlies are gonna be so happy with the choice to leave the villa with him 🤣
And another season coming already… ugh lol
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Winner Takes It All || Twenty One History Is Repeating Itself
Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)
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Summary: Charles eventually calms Vali down, by the time the race finally starts the rain had stopped but that still didn’t stop the worst from happening
Warnings: Heartache, distressed Vali, descriptions of a crash
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I was scared if I let go of Charles he would disappear, he was the only thing keeping me afloat right now. I tried my hardest to focus on his heartbeat and regain control of my breathing and sobs. Charles kept his grip tight on me as he gently rocked me in his arms.
“She's got a smile that it seems to me reminds me of childhood memories, where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky.” Charles sang softly, his fingers playing with the ends of my hair. I knew what he was doing, he was singing the song that my Dad always sang to me as a child when I was inconsolable. “Now and then when I see her face. She takes me away to that special place. And if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry”
The only sound in the garage was Charles’ singing, it melted my heart knowing he hadn’t forget what helps soothed me.
“Whoa, oh, oh. Sweet child o' mine. Whoa, oh, oh, oh. Sweet love of mine. She's got eyes of the bluest skies. As if they thought of rain, I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain.” Charles carried on, pressing tender kisses to the top of my head. My sobs had subsided even the tears had stopped falling but I refused to let go of Charles. “Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place. Where as a child I'd hide and pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by.”
Finally I lifted my head up, catching Charles’ gaze. He moved one of his arms so he could wipe my cheeks with his thumb, the feeling of his gentle touch made me let out a sigh.
“V, the rain has stopped.” Josh whispered, crouching down at my side. “I’ve just had an update to say we need to start preparing to go onto the track for the race. Once they have swept the track of standing water it lights out.”
Letting my eyes fall closed I slowly nodded, I knew I couldn’t avoid this but was grateful that I had an amazing support system around me. “Okay.” I whispered, taking a deep breath.
“You’ve got this Babygirl.” Charles hummed, pressing a kiss against my forehead.
Taking one more deep breath I pushed myself up from the floor, taking the bottle of water Pierre was holding out for me. Flashing him a weak smile I rested my head on his shoulder as I downed the drink, no words were spoken but he knew I was sorry for how I acted earlier.
I didn’t speak as I moved away from Pierre, checking I had my phone I made my way out of the garage, as I was walking away I heard Hudson ask if someone should follow and Charles instantly replied saying that I needed my space.
Looking up at the sky I let out a shaky breath, I didn’t think this would be so hard. “Keep me safe out there Uncle J.” I whispered, running my hands over my face.
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Everything was going well, the rain seemed to be holding off again however the new issue was the spray coming from the track. There had already been two small incidents and we were only 16 laps into the race.
I honestly didn’t know how I was managing to drive the car, my heart was pounding against my chest and if it wasn’t for the death grip I had on the steering wheel my hands would be shaking uncontrollably.
“Yellow flag again?” I screamed in frustration down the radio.
“V, take a breath.” Josh’s voice replied. “Verstappen just spun out but he is okay. His car is just stuck so yellow flag for a little bit I am afraid.”
I didn’t respond to his statement, I just focused on the track in front of me. As I turned the corner I squinted slightly trying to see if I was seeing things or not. Anger rushed through my veins as I saw the tractor and the marshalls trying to get Verstappen’s car off the track.
Hitting the radio button I screamed my frustrations to Josh. “There is a fucking tractor on track. Are you fucking kidding me?” I couldn’t deal with this not today, not on this track.
“V, you need to calm down.” Josh said, trying to prevent a meltdown.
“How the fuck can I calm down when history is repeating itself.”
“Vali, please just breathe.”
Rolling my eyes at his comment I found myself gritting my teeth so hard I was surprised I didn’t damage my jaw. My heart rate had doubled and I was at the point I thought it was going to explode. I tried to blink the tears away before I ended up crying in the car.
My lapse in concentration came at the worst time, I felt myself hit a puddle of standing water on the track causing me to hit the sausage kerb. Everything happened so fast, I had no time to react to the situation. Forgetting I hadn’t cut off the radio I heard Josh’s voice through the headset once again.
“V, what's happening?” Panic laced in his voice as he spoke.
I couldn’t respond to him, I needed to regain control of the car. Nothing I was doing was working, one wheel was already off the ground and things were only going to get worse from here. There was nothing I could do, I had lost control. Due to the speed I was going when I hit the curb I knew this was going to end in complete disaster.
Squeezing my eyes closed, I braced for impact as I felt the car flip.
“VALI!!!” Josh screamed down the radio, “FUCKING TALK TO ME, PLEASE.” as the car smashed against the tarmac, the halo the one thing saving me right now, his voice was starting to crackle.
I refused to open my eyes as I felt the car flip twice more. Once I felt that the car had finally come to a stop I slowly opened my eyes, finding myself hanging upside down in the car.
“Josh,” I winced, hoping that he could hear me but there was no response, the only sound was the ringing in my ears.
Pain soared through my body and it felt like every single part of me was on fire but the worst pain was coming from my leg. “fuck!!!!” I screamed but it came out strangled and weak. “Come on V, you can do this.” I mumbled to myself as I tried to move in the seat.
The moment I did I cried in agony, the pain in my leg was far too much, my breathing had become laboured and tears streamed down my cheeks. This was the end of my season there was no doubt about that but all I was focused on was getting out of this alive.
Time seemed to pass extremely slowly, I couldn’t hear any signs of help coming.
“Come on, think.” I cried, trying to move once again. But just like before the pain was unbearable and just like that I was stuck hanging upside down all because there was a fucking tractor on track.
I didn’t know what to do. All I could do was wait for help.
A million things ran through my head causing the headache to get worse, squeezing my eyes closed all I could think about was Pierre and Charles. This wasn’t the first time they had gone through this and it broke my heart knowing the pain they would be feeling not knowing how I was. I couldn’t stop the tears the more I thought about everything. I should have forfeited the race, I should have stood up for myself.
The pain was getting worse, my body was weak and I could feel myself giving up. Everything was too much for my body, now I was starting to feel extremely light headed and I was pretty sure I could feel blood against my face.
Taking a deep breath I gave it one more shot of saving myself but once again it failed causing me to wail in pain. I couldn’t hold on any longer, I felt myself slipping further into the darkness. The pain was taking over my body, letting out a shaky breath. I finally gave up trying to hold on any longer as I fully succumbed to the darkness with the last thing on my mind being Charles.
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hello-nichya-here · 9 months
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I know you ship Barney and Robin (I do too), but don't you think Ted has the right to be uncomfortable with the fact that one his best friends slept with his ex (that he clearly still has feelings for) when it hasn't even been that long since they broke up?
As usual, let's break this down by parts.
Ted being uncomfortable with the situation
That one would be totally valid. The fact that his ex is in his friend group could have already led to plenty of drama, and if she starts getting involved with yet another person from the same friend group, things will just get more messy. There's a reason why when they became friends, Lily full on said to both of them "If you sleep with Robin, you have to marry her" because if the relationship doesn't end, then there's no drama.
However, Ted is not uncomfortable. He is ANGRY. Like, downright furious. He stops being friends with Barney, and it takes the dude nearly dying after getting hit by bus that he didn't see in his hurry to see Ted at the hospital and make sure he was okay. THAT is how pissed off he was - and as I'll explain in great detail bellow, he has exactly ZERO right to be.
Barney is one of Ted's best friends
Is he? Is he though? Because I remember Ted saying shit like "I have no idea why I hung out with Barney" just because the guy suggested that they *gasp* went to a different place than the bar they usually went to. Seriously, I'm autistic and hate change, but the way Ted will act like Barney is personally wronging him and being super selfish when he finds legitimatelly cool things for them to do together makes him sound the most boring, ungrateful person EVER.
And let's not forget the constant "Marshall is my best friend, not you." Like, I get that is closer to Marshall than to Barney, but Jesus, he was always SO mean to the guy for no reason. He could have at least said something like "Hey, Marshall is my best friend too" or "Come on, man, just cause Marshall is my best friend doesn't mean you're not important to me." But no, it was always in a rude way that fit way too well with "urgh, why am I even friends with Barney?" Again, it took the guy nearly fucking dying for Ted to say they were not just friends, they were brothers.
To me THE proof that Ted is in the wrong in this whole conflict is that he never cared about any of Barney's shenanigans - yet the series uses the ONE time Barney broke the bro code as justification for Ted ending their friendship. They try to excuse it with "Oh, but Ted never broke the code", but let's face it, the man never even read the freaking code.
He was ALWAYS disregarding Barney, acting like they were barely even friends and like he was just an annoying dude he couldn't get rid of. And then as soon as the guy slips up and is feeling super guilty over it even though he shouldn't, SUDDENLY they're the best of friends and "How could you do this to me?"
He still has feelings for Robin, and their break up wasn't that long ago
If I'm remembering it right, it has been nearly a whole year since their break up. And even then, they've done the whole "post break up tension" thing. Sulking, being jealous (though that one was mostly Ted), hooking up only to realize they really are better off as friends, and finally Ted has gone back to his default state of meeting a new potential "The One", and just a few episodes later he propose to Stella, his girlfriend - because yeah, he has a girlfriend. One he claims to be pretty serious about. One he all but claimed he fell in love with at first sight.
One could EASILY assume he was over Robin by that point - hell, I did the first time I watched the show. And Ted's supposed "feelings" for her are not nearly as cute as the show likes to pretend they were.
Ted's obsession with Robin
This man legit saw her from across the room, and was about to say "Hey dude, see that girl over there? I'm gonna marry her" before Barney, the much more sane of the two, interrupted him with a "You know she likes it dirty" (God bless Barney for figuring that woman out in two damn seconds). He said both "I'm in love with you" and "I love you" on the first damn date. He decided she was the love of his life without knowing a single thing about her, and just never admited that he was wrong, even after they broke up over wanting completely different things in life.
But let's not forget HOW they got together in the first place. Robin turns him down after the "I love you even though I just met you fiasco", so he makes up not one, not two, but three parties just so he can "invite her over as a friend." This goes wrong, obviously, and Robin turns him down again because she just wants something casual. Later, when she changed her mind but he is already with someone, Ted lies to her about having broken up with his girlfriend so they can sleep together. When Robin finds out about it, he blames it on "Nothing good happens after 2 am" and never apologizes for lying to her, yet the show makes her forgive him for it anyways.
He then tries to go after her AGAIN, and when she tells him to slow down and, ya know, actually date before they do the whole "Romantic vacation where we promise to spend the rest of our lives together", he says that she's "too scared of anything real" because apparently no romance is real unless the people involved are ready to get married immediately. He then tries, rather pathetically, to make it rain so she won't go on a trip with a guy that is into her, and once it does rain they finally get together. The show claims that's romantic, but I'm once siding with the actual sane man of this story, Barney: This is funny. And it's still funny. And it's still funny... aaaand now is just sad.
Ted is not in love, he obsessed. That's why he is mad that Barney and Robin slept together - and why he is only mad at Barney, but not at her. He thinks Robin is his. He thought so both before and after their relationship, and he doesn't like it when anyone shatters this illusion. And the show validating that, making both Barney and Robin almost/full on "confessing" what they did even though by this point I'm wondering WHY either of them still puts up with Ted, just makes this look worse in my eyes.
Everytime I think of this plot, I think: Fuck off, Ted! You're just mad Robin didn't have to pretend that knee-rubbing was a super hot part of sex, or cover his face to pretend she was fucking someone else like she did with you! (I am not even kidding, this legit happened - good for Robin for finally getting a guy that knows what he's doing and that she's actually attracted to)
The "Barney is a bad person" excuse
The show REALLY wanted us to side with Ted on this one, didn't they? Well, too bad, because they gave us plenty of reason not to.
Barney has done some awful shit, but I do NOT buy that this was just the last straw for Ted instead of a result of him being possessive over a woman that could not be less interested in him.
Ted is very quick to talk shit about Barney when he does something awful. He is even faster however, to either join him on the fun at the expense of others, or even leaving Barney out-matched.
This is Ted Mosby we're talking about, people. The guy who didn't know the difference between getting to know a woman and stalking her. The guy that thinks harrassing a girl until she agrees to date you is romantic. The guy who said to Victoria that they should try long distance dating, only to start ghosting her, and then nearly sleep with someone else the first time she isn't able to return his calls - and again, the girl he almost slept with thought he was single because he lied to her face.
The guy who taught his children "That's how you turn a no into a yes." The bastard that broke up with a girl on her birthday through an answering machine, went after her years later, convinced her to take him back, and then a month later dumped her on her birthday a second time. The creepy dude that was waiting to make his move the second a girl he deemed "perfect" and "the one who got away" was single again - going as far as to have her neighbours spying on her for him. The guy who thought the perfect way to fix the issue of his bride not wanting his ex at their wedding because "exes around makes old feelings ressurface" was to bring her ex along, and could not fucking understand that this will just make her even more uncomfortable.
The dude who tried (and sometimes succeeded) in trying to win over women that were married/about to be married not once, not twice, but FIVE FUCKING TIMES! And in two of these times, the innocent groom/husband thought of him as a friend, only to be stabbed in the back so horribly.
THIS Ted Mosby is throwing a fit because Barney slept with his ex one time and felt super guilty. This asshole thinks he has the moral highground here. The dude that would have the nerve to say "Robin shouldn't be with Barney, she should be with me" and even declare his undying love for her on the morning of her wedding to Barney even after he has given their relationship his blessing and claimed to be over her about 50 times. If Barney had done this, show would have treated him like the fucking antichrist.
And let's not forget Ted EXPLICIT justification as to why this "terrible" action was the final straw: because this one affected him personally instead of happening to a stranger. I am not even kidding, he full on said that. Dude, if you legit think this guy is an awful person, and you have zero problem with it as long he is nice to you, you DESERVE to have him screw you over (just like he deserved to have Stella leave him at the alter after he was stupid enough to think inviting her ex to their wedding was just the perfect idea).
Conclusion
We are supposed to side with Ted, even though he is worse than Barney, a hypocrite, would not do more than give him a slap on the wrist if he had slept with someone else's ex, AND what Barney did wasn't even that serious. Even though he is a creepy stalker that cannot wrap his head around the fact that Robin is not his property, and is taking this whole thing as Barney "stealing what's his." Even though he will do WAY worse to his supposed friend years later, without a shred of remorse, still be talked about as the good guy, AND the show will screw Barney and Robin (and the Mother) over just so he can get what he wants in the end.
Sorry, but it's not gonna happen. This is not the rare "Ted has a point" moment, like when he called Lily a bitch. This is another case of him being entitled, possessive, and hypocritical - and yet more reason for me to look at that goddamn finale and think "I can't wait until Robin inevitably has an affair with Barney and then marries him again so Ted finally faces some much deserved karma"
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The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood - Part 7
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Series Summary: Lori "Babycakes" Tate swore she would never date a biker but when her life is in danger, she is put under the protection of a small club known as The Fallen Wolves Brotherhood. She suddenly finds herself attracted to not one, but five bikers.
A reverse harem, biker AU.
Part Six Summary: Lori and Sy are alone again and Lori must make a decision.
Pairing: Captain Syverson x OFC, Walter Marshall x OFC, Mike x OFC, Geralt x OFC, August Walker x OFC
Word Count: Approx. 4k
Warnings:
Series Warnings: Reverse harem, age gap (OFC 23, ages range from 23 to mid 40s), oral sex (male and female receiving), unprotected p in v sex, anal sex, group sex, masturbation, praise kink, mentions of body fluids, drug use, recreational drinking, sex work, criminal activities, mention of death, violence, use of weapons, mentions of war, mentions of abuse, angst, fluff, probably a lot more that I will add as they come up.
Part Six Warnings: Smut, mostly kissing, touching and the implication of more, angst, fluff.
Authors Note: Thanks as always to my lovely BBFs (Best Beta's forever) @henryobsessed and @nashibirne. Finally some smut for you all, but please don't hate me, I had to!
Divider made by me. Edited by me, there will be errors.
Masterlist
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Part Six Part Eight
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Lori
I felt pleasantly full from the pizza and beer, but waiting for Sy to come back had me on edge and my tummy kept flipping making me feel nauseous with anticipation.
I flicked through the channels while I waited and tried to settle my tapping foot and thumping heart. I settled on watching music videos, a best of the 70s countdown. It didn’t calm me completely, but at least I had a beat to bounce my foot to.
As excited as I was for Sy to come back, spending time with all the Brothers today was really enjoyable and I was a little disappointed when they left. I felt comfortable and safe with the four of them and despite how different they were, I felt equally drawn to each of them.
Mike was… Mike. He made me laugh and made me feel free in the simplest of ways. He was fun and welcoming and I could totally see myself having a great time with him. If I had met him in college, I would have dated him in a heartbeat. Marshall puzzled me, he was shut down in many ways, but every now and again he’d smile, or his eyes would flash with anger and I’d see the rivers of emotion beneath his exterior and I wanted in. Geralt was even more mysterious to me, but I liked being around him because he reminded me of the old school bikers I knew before things had changed. He seemed wise, calm and cool, and being near him gave me an overwhelming sense of home and comfort, even when an occasional shyness overtook me. 
And August… he made me burn. Something about him stoked a raging bonfire in my gut, both from fear and lust. He seemed dangerous, always on the edge of humanity and while I was scared of him, I couldn’t deny my attraction.
And Sy, my God, Sy. He was everything rolled into one. Playful, deep, calming and dangerous, yet also sweet and compassionate. One moment he made me laugh, the next minute he made me cinch my thighs together and sink my teeth into my lip. 
I was still thinking of Sy when I heard the door open and I sat up expectantly as he came back inside. He looked incredible as he paused, framed by the doorway. His thick black jeans fit snugly around his waist and his black faded Lynyrd Skynyrd t-shirt was stretched to its limits around the shirt and revealed his solid, inked forearms.
He closed the door and toed off his boots before walking to the foot of the bed. I expected that he would climb up the bed to lay over me, or maybe even finish undressing, but he didn’t. He crossed his arms and smiled at me, staring at me unmoving for so long I decided to take matters into my own hands.
“So,” I said, letting my legs fall open a little in invitation, “are you just going to stare at me or are you going to finish what you started this morning?”
Sy chuckled and dropped his arms. He shook his head at me as he walked around the bed, took the remote control from my hand and turned the music up. It was a slow rock song, I wasn't sure of the name of the band, but it was soft and the singer's southern twang was full of angst and yearning.
He held his hand out. “Dance with me?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Really?”
He shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
I tentatively put my hand in his and he rolled his eyes. 
“C’mon,” he said.
I laughed softly as I climbed off the bed and Sy pulled me close to himself with a jerk. I let out a grunt as I crashed and nearly bounced off his hard body.
“Asshole,” I muttered.
Sy hummed, amused, as his arms encircled my waist. His scent cut into senses like a hot knife through butter. He smelled faintly of beer, mixed with the smokey smell of his tobacco while the skin on his neck smelled of leather and fuel, and below it all was a deep musk that was entirely male and potent.
He raised his hand to my neck, his palm pressed gently against my throat. His hands were warm and the cold metal of his rings made shiver as he ran his fingers over my skin. He smirked as he felt my reaction and his throat rumbled softly. Then his thumb lifted my chin higher and he dropped his head into my neck, his bearded cheek resting against mine.
My muscles went lax, my whole body felt like jello and I reached for his shirt to hold myself up. His arm went around my back drawing me closer, rocking us softly in time with the music, our bare feet on the carpet, he didn't seem to mind when I stood on his toes.
“Cat gotcha tongue baby?” Sy’s low words seeped like honey into my ears while his lips ghosted over my skin and the balmy heat in my gut burst into a raging fire.
“Didn’t figure you as much of a dancer,” I whispered.
He shrugged. “When I feel like it.”
“And you feel like it now?”
“That's right,” he murmured. “Seems to me you get me thinkin’ about doin’ lotsa things I don’t normally think of doin’.”
“Like what?”
There was a long pause before he lifted his head. “Sugar, I gotta talk to you about something.”
“Sounds ominous,” I said, feeling my body stiffen as if bracing for an impact.
“It ain’t bad, I just gotta tell you something before this goes any further.” I opened my mouth to say something but he shook his head and talked over me. “Just listen, baby. When we get back, I have to leave on another job,”
I raised my eyebrows, “But I thought…”
“I know baby, I don’t wanna go but it’s gotta be me.”
“Why?” Sy hesitated so I added sullenly, “You can’t tell me, don’t worry I get it.” 
“It’s a logistics job, transportation across borders,” he said.
I raised my eyebrows in surprise, I truly did not expect him to answer. “Did you know? That you’d be going?”
“Walker told me this morning,” 
“How long?”
“A few days, a week?” Sy shrugged. “Depends what I find when I get there.”
Quiet moved in and we stood in each other's arms until the song ended and a faster, poppier one came on and the moment vanished. I moved out of his ambrace and he let me go looking at me expectantly. 
“I get it,” I said flatly, “it's the life.”
“Baby…”
“No it’s fine,” I said, but it hurt. It really fucking hurt. I don’t know why I expected him to be any different.
He looked at me with such a pained expression I almost believed I really meant something to him. I turned away, turning the tv off and bringing my bag onto my bed to look for my PJs. I didn’t want to look at him because my disappointment was too hard to hide. I was not going to cry again.
“I was Army, Special Forces.” Sy said and I froze. “I was trained in transporting people and goods undetected across enemy lines. That’s why it’s gotta be me.”
I swallowed. “You didn’t have to tell me that.”
“I wanted to,” he said, softly. I felt the heat of his body behind me, felt the back of his fingers skim down my arm. “I don’t wanna hide who I am. Not from you.” 
“I’ll miss you,” I said, the words falling from my lips before I could stop them.
“I know.”
I huffed, not sure if it was true.
“‘Cause I’ll be missin’ you too,” Sy said, solemnly.
I turned back to him and tried to gauge his sincerity. “So how did you end up in an MC?” I asked to test him. I wanted to see how open he was prepared to be and I was not entirely convinced I would get an answer.
“A long series of events. Startin’ with a mission that went sideways and got some of my men killed and as a result I met Walker. Then we both met Geralt and later, Geralt brought Marshall in. And after finding we had similar grievances, it ended with us deciding to use our skills for ourselves instead of the government.”
“My men?”
“I was an Officer.” 
“What skills? Were the others Special Forces too?”
“No, they… I'll let them tell you their stories.”
“What about Mike?”
“Mike, well, he's different,” Sy grinned. “Dumb kid just fell in with us.”
I searched his features for a sign that he was being deceitful, but despite his smile all I could see was the honesty I had noticed from the first time I laid eyes on him. Somehow I knew in the deepest marrow of my bones, that I could trust him. Even when he was being evasive, he wasn't lying to me. I ran my fingers over his lips, tracing the curve of his smile. His grin suddenly faded and he grew serious and I removed my hand. 
Grimacing, he sniffed and turned his head towards the door. His jaw jutted forward as he spoke slowly and carefully. “The Brothers… They care about you.”
My face scrunched up in confusion. “What do you mean?”
“They care about you. Just like I do.”
My eyes widened, what was he saying?
He brought his attention back to me and the expression he wore was stoic. “And I know you have a kinda feelin’ towards them… the same as you do for me.”
He knew.
My blood ran cold and my stomach felt like it was shrinking in on itself. I looked away, I wanted to deny it, tell him it’s not true, but I couldn’t. I wanted to be sick.
“It’s ok,” Sy said, gently. “Believe me. It’s ok.” 
I wasn’t so sure. The men I knew, the bikers I knew, they were territorial. One wrong glance from an old lady to another man could result in a beating, and in some cases not just for the other guy. Toxicity and violence was sewn into the fabric of the life, another reason why being here with Sy and entertaining my attraction to the rest of the Brothers was so momumentally stupid of me.
Sy’s hand was under my jaw again, lifting my gaze to his. He kissed me, his lips a gentle caress on mine but I couldn’t bring myself to kiss him back.
“Baby?”
“What must you think of me?”
“I think the world of you.”
“You barely know me.”
“I know enough to know that I’m one lucky son of a bitch,”
“Sy…” I chided softly, feeling my cheeks heat. I tried to look away but he held me firmly in place.
“I mean it.”
For a few beats there was silence as the heat of his gaze radiated through me. His breath started getting harder and tension grew in his body. 
“Still want me to finish what I started this mornin’?” he asked, huskily.
The Memento Mori tattoo across his neck caught my eye and I raised my fingers to trace the lettering. Knowing now how close to death Sy had been in his life made the tattoo seem like more than just a vague sentiment. Remember you must die were words not written to stir feelings of dread, but instead to inspire you to seize the day, to do what you can while you live, because your time in this life was fragile and finite.
I thought of my mother, wondered what she would think of me in this moment, here with a guy like Sy. Would she think me a fool, or would she understand that the heart wants what the heart wants? Although they were divorced, my father and mother still loved each other. I think perhaps they had been spending nights with each other, unable to stay away from each other for long and it had ultimately cost her her life. Would she make that choice again if she knew what was coming?
Knowing my mother, she would make the same choices and she would understand mine.
I wanted Sy. I wanted to see where the connection between us went. I wanted to see if it was real. And I wanted to live in this moment, to take the chance that maybe he and the Brothers are more than what I assumed they would be.
I slid my hand around to the nape of his neck and standing on my toes, I kissed his neck and felt him swallow as my tongue swept over his throat.
“Jesus, woman,” Sy said, his voice a gravelly groan. His hand slid into my hair and his hips pressed against mine.
I kept kissing his neck as I slid my hands under his shirt and into the coarse hair on his abdomen, following the dip between the gentle peaks and valleys of his abs until my fingers reached the slightly softer hair that lay across his chest.
His hand gripped my ass, sliding into the back pockets of my kevlar jeans, his fingers digging deep into my flesh drawing me closer until I could barely take a breath. Bending his knees, he slipped his leg between mine and dragged my core across his thick thigh. I dropped my head into his shoulder and muffled my moan into his piquant shirt as the friction made me realise just how damp my panties were getting.
My fingers inched across his chest, drawn as if by a gravitational pull to the piercing in his nipple. I ran my finger around the hairy skin that surrounded it until curiosity got the better of me and I gently slid my nail over it, pulling it down briefly before it sprang back into place. Sy groaned and the hand in my hair tightened into a fist.
I backed off, not sure if I had hurt him. “Sorry.”
“Don’t stop,” he growled, “touch me however you want. Anywhere you want. You won’t hurt me.”
I swallowed hard and licked my lips as I took the hem of his shirt in my hands and lifted. He took over, quickly pulling it over his head and dropping it to the floor. His hands moved to my hips, his touch softer this time, gentle even and he drew me closer again.
“Don’t stop,” he repeated, this time his voice was almost a whispered plea as lowered his head to mine. 
My hands continued their exploration as my eyes catalogued his ink, including the DILLIGAF tattoo in large gothic script arching over his navel. It seemed like a lie when he held me; I couldn’t reconcile the tattoo with the man. He seemed to care about everything, his brothers, his club, me. 
A change in the texture of his skin made my brow furrow. A large but old scar marred the side of his ribs, one of many I had noticed on his face and arms, but this one looked like it had been serious. They were all sewn up nicely, not like a lot of the backyard jobs I’d seen on some of the guys in my brother’s club. Perhaps it had been from his army days.
I wondered if I would ever know how he got it and found I wanted to know badly. I wanted to ask him more about his past, I wanted to know everything about him. Maybe if I was patient, he’d tell me more one day. For now though, I wanted to see more of him.
This time when his fingers lifted my jaw and his lips brushed mine, I kissed him back, opening myself to the warmth of his mouth and he deepened the kiss, his tongue sweeping across mine like satin. Pressing my body against his, I put my hands on his arms and felt the dense, rigid and strained muscles beneath his skin. My hands ran up to his thick shoulders as his made their way around my back and under my shirt before resting flat against my skin. His hands were scorching hot, burning me like a branding iron, except for where the cool metal of his rings slid over me.
My hands drifted over him, over his back, his neck, his short bristly hair and his soft thick beard and all the while he kissed me. Breathing hard into my mouth, he let me explore, sketching his features by touch, until my hands made their way down his stomach to his belt. He caught my hands in his and guided me onto my knees in the centre of the bed. He followed climbing onto the bed with a grin before he cupped my cheek and lowered his mouth to mine.
“You’re holding back,” I accused teasingly before our lips could meet.
He nodded, and said huskily, “It’s taking everything I’ve got not to rip your clothes off and take you.”
I whimpered, it’s the only way I can describe the sound that came from my mouth.
“Ah, you’d like that?” Sy asked, roguishly. “And here I was tryna be gentle.”
He ran his thumb over my mouth, slipping it between my lips. Instinctively my tongue flicked against his calloused pad, the texture of his hardened skin made me draw my legs together in anticipation. Then his mouth was on mine, his kiss light, tender, probing, but somehow still lustful and controlling. It made me shiver as goosebumps broke across my arms.
“Hmmm, but you like that too,” he murmured, his lips hovering just above mine. 
Nodding, I lifted my mouth to his and he pulled away with a smirk. I tried again to chase his mouth but he moved again.
“What are you doing?” I whined. 
“I like the way your lips look when you’re about to kiss,” he said, pulling his head away as I tried to kiss him again.
Frustrated, I said the first dirty thing I could think of. “Want to see how they’d look wrapped around your cock?”
Sy captured my jaw in his hand, his smirk growing wider. “You say the sweetest things, baby.”
Sy made a low noise deep in his throat as he kissed, his tongue sliding over my lips urging me to open for him. I did, meeting his with mine, lapping at the welcomed invasion. He sucked on my lower lip, his teeth scraping the delicate skin and my body pressed against his. 
With a soft growl he pulled my shirt off over my head, returning his mouth to mine as he groped for my bra. He slipped it off quickly, his hands immediately on my breasts, groaning into my mouth. He dropped low, his hands holding me still as he took my nipple into his mouth. My hips rocked, the warmth of his mouth radiated through my nerves, each lap of his tongue was like a lick of flames heating and stoking the rapidly accelerating need that burned between my legs.
While his touch grew firmer and more urgent as he moved across my chest. “Your skin is so soft.”
Fuck me, he was so vocal; every kiss came with a soft rumble in his throat. By the time his mouth reached my neck I was trembling and my breath was bursting from my lungs in hard, short pants. He paused long enough to lay his forehead on mine, and stared at me. His eyes were lust blown yet laser focused and his breath ragged and rough as he palmed my breasts. My nipples tightened into small buds as they slipped between his fingers and he gave them a soft pinch that turned my blood into molten fire.
“God, I want inside of you,” he said suddenly.
He wrapped an arm around my back and swept my legs out from beneath me and laid me on the bed as I squealed then giggled as I covered my swaying breasts. He stayed on his knees and his hands were at my jeans, winking as he tugged on my jeans. I lifted my hips to help him then drew my legs up in the air while he yanked them from my body and he threw the clothes behind him. As my legs dropped he caught them and split them around his hulking frame. Then he was still, not moving except for his eyes and one hand that skimmed its way softly up the inside of my thighs.
“Sy, I—”
“Let me look at you a minute,” he said hoarsely. 
His hand continued its slow climb, and he gripped my hip for a moment while his other hand mirrored his actions. His eyes wandered, his blue eyes were nearly black as he continued his appraisal. He studied me for so long I started to get nervous. I wasn’t ashamed of my body, but under his close inspection I started to wonder if he noticed the thin silver stretch marks on my hips, or the scar on my ribs from where I had fallen off my pushbike as a kid, or how one breast was slightly larger than the other.
Sy seemed to sense my discomfort and he caught my eyes, his gaze was so heated it felt nuclear.
“You’re just about the most beautiful thing I ever saw,” he said so earnestly I couldn’t doubt him.
As he lowered himself onto me, my legs opened further, parting until they nearly hit the mattress to accommodate his immense size. Although he was supporting most of his weight on his elbow he was so deliciously heavy on top of me as his lower half pinned me and his hips kept my legs open. He kissed me again, a little more demanding and I parted my lips in invitation which he accepted greedily. He filled my mouth with his velveteen tongue, moving it inside me until I felt like there was no part of me he hadn’t explored and claimed. 
His hands continued to stroke my side, rising slowly until his fingers ghosted over my cheeks and down my neck before he wrapped his hand around my throat possessively, yet so gently it was soothing. I whimpered into his mouth as he pressed himself against my core; I could feel him, hard and ready through his jeans, and the rough cotton rubbed against me as he rutted slowly.
I was a wet, throbbing, undulating, mess as I kissed him back. My hips worked with him, crudely urging him for more, but he remained rock solid and in control as he kissed down my neck, his kisses going lower and lower until he reached the small triangle of hair on my mound and raised his eyes.
I trembled in anticipation. Knowing how perfectly rough, silky and warm his tongue felt in my mouth, all I wanted in the world was to feel it on my clit. 
He kissed lower. And lower. And lower. His eyes narrowed as mine grew wider and his beard brushed over the engorged skin between my legs. My hips jerked, and I let out a long shuddering breath.
Sy licked his lips as his fingers brushed over me, his eyes closing as I felt him part me and slide over my slick centre.
“Shit,” he drawled, elongating the words so long it almost was like he sang it. “You’re so fuckin' wet. So fuckin' wet for me.”
His breath tickled my clit, his humid exhale sent my nerves into overdrive while my brain simply shut down. My body strained to meet him, desperately seeking some contact or friction, anything to release the pent up tension in my quivering limbs.
“Relax baby,” Sy said, softly kissing the insides of my thighs, “I’ll get you there. I’m just enjoyin’ myself for a li’l bit first.”
“You’re teasing me,” I whined pathetically.
Sy smirked and shrugged a little, “Feels good though don’t it?”
I nodded.
“Yeah, it does,” his fingers slid over my swollen slick skin again, and I gasped, “Yeah, you’re feelin’ real good ain’tcha?”
It was a rhetorical question, but I nodded emphatically.
“Gonna make ya feel even better,” he murmured against my thigh, his eyes locking onto mine as the tips of his fingers were poised at my entrance, “You just gotta be a good girl for me and lay back and keep these pretty li’l legs open.”
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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN MAIN ROUTE....
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EPILOGUE, DRAMATIC.
translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.
minors and ageless blogs dni.
trigger warning: mildly suggestive.
The daughter of Rhodolite, who is favored by Lord Gilbert, the royal family of Obsidian….
This is the perception of me that has spread throughout the castle.
The 50 strict orders are still in force and the soldiers are keeping their distance from me.
Even making friends is difficult because of the evil emperor——
Emma: Lord Gilbert.
Gilbert: What?
Emma: Please take it off.
Gilbert: I don't want to.
When I move my legs on the bed, I can hear the jingling sound of chains.
The shackles carved with roses, said to be made of metal and ore, robbed me of my freedom.
(Not only weapons and ornaments, but also restraints can be made….)
(I don't know how I got into this mess.)
━━FLASHBACK━━
Akatsuki: Long time no see, Emma.
Emma: Owner!
——A few hours ago, an old acquaintance, the owner, visited Obsidian Castle as a guest.
He placed a bag containing a large number of books that he always use when going out for business on the table,
He rushes over to me and tries to put his hand on my head.
However, I was pulled from behind and the owner was far away.
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Gilbert: You're getting too close, little rabbit.
(So strict….)
Emma:….The owner is kind. He's like a father to me.
Akatsuki: I'm not a father.
Gilbert: I see, father…..I guess I'll have to say hello to you again.
He hugged me from behind as if he was trying to show off.
Lord Gilbert flashed a refreshing smile as usual.
Gilbert: I have your daughter.
Akatsuki:……..
Gilbert: Haha, such a scary face.
Akatsuki:….I didn't tell you about Emma so that you could marry her.
Gilbert: It's fine. I have a nice face, don’t you think so?
Akatsuki: What matters is on the inside.
Gilbert: I’ve been kind to Emma….right?
(That's true, but I wonder how I would feel like if….I'm being threatened.)
Although I tried to nod, the owner's expression was grim.
Gilbert: The evil royal family is taking good care of her. Rest assured.
Akatsuki: I'm just worried.
Akatsuki: In general, I don't think the power-hungry nobles of Obsidian are silent. // It's hard to believe that the aristocracy would remain silent in the face of Obsidian's greed for power.
Akatsuki: This should be happening soon. // They’re making their move soon.
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Gilbert: Hehe, who do you think I am?
Gilbert: The ever-victorious marshal never loses. The game is already decided before it begins.
Akatsuki:….That's the only thing I was worried about.
(…..Am I being targeted by people who don't think well of me?)
I've never felt a hint of malice since coming to Obsidian,
It may just be that Lord Gilbert’s skills are outstanding.
(Formidable as an enemy, but reassuring as an ally.)
Akatsuki: Emma, are you having a hard time? // Emma, is everything okay?
Emma: Yes. Even if I have troubles with Lord Gilbert, every day is a lot of fun.
The owner finally softened his expression when I told him with a smile and how I really felt.
Akatsuki: Well, that's fine, but I'm still putting you on leave. // That's fine, but I still treat you like you’re on a vacation.
Akatsuki: If it gets too hard, you can always come back.
Emma: Thank you very much, owner.
Gilbert: I hate meddling. Just accept his resignation.
Akatsuki: You have no right to interfere with the contract between employer and employee.
(I'm also impressed that the owner can talk back so much to the Obsidian royalty.)
The owner quickly arranges the books on the table while Lord Gilbert's lips twitch.
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Akatsuki: This time, I got a book from Tanzanite.
(Tanzanite is a land of divination and illusion, so I had the impression there were a lot of mystical books….)
The books on display are mainly academic studies on lore, methods of food procurement in desert areas, methods of growing plants.
And there were many love stories that seemed to have nothing to do with them.
Emma:….Will Lord Gilbert read this romance story as well?
(When I went through the bookshelves in Lord Gilbert's room before, I didn't get that vibe at all…..)
Gilbert: I might read it one of these days, but I asked for it for you.
Gilbert: I thought the books in my room might be a little boring.
Emma: Lord Gilbert…..
(He’s so considerate——)
Gilbert: If I keep a lot of books, you'll stay in my room forever, right?
Gilbert: I don't want to leave you for even a moment, so I think I'll buy you a lot of story books in the future.
(….Yes? I guess that was the right time to be happy.)
Lord Gilbert kisses my hair and smiles gently.
My eyes locked with the owner who was staring at us.
Emma: Um...I think it's time you let me go.
Gilbert: No.
He…kissed me on the ear this time, and my whole face became hot.
(This is so embarrassing in public!)
Even if I try to get out, Lord Gilbert easily suppresses me.
Akatsuki:……
Akatsuki:….I’ll come check on her regularly. If anything happens to my daughter, I'll kill you.
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Gilbert: Yes, yes. I will take good care of your daughter, so don't worry...?
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Emma: I was thinking about it for a while now, but you’ve been attached to me everywhere and anytime!
As soon as the owner leaves the castle and it's just the two of us, Lord Gilbert makes his point loud and clear.
Even now, Lord Gilbert was holding me in his arms and wouldn't let go.
Gilbert: It can't be helped because I love you, you know?
Emma: I think there is such a thing as an appropriate distance.
Gilbert: This is the distance between lovers, isn't it?
Emma:…Even so, I find it difficult in public.
Gilbert: Is there someone you don't want them to see? // Is it really that bad?
Emma: Not that it's bad, it's embarrassing…!
Gilbert: I see...you don't want anyone to see us flirting with each other?
Emma: Yes.
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Gilbert: In that case——
Gilbert: Should I imprison you?
Emma: Why did you come up with the idea of ​​imprisonment!?
Gilbert: Because when it's just the two of us, we can flirt, can't we?
Gilbert: I want to flirt with you all the time. But if you say you can't do it when there are people….
Gilbert: Either I’ll lock you up or kill everyone around you.
Emma: You have to endure it, Lord Gilbert.
Gilbert: You're quite brave, aren't you, to force the emperor to endure?
For some reason, Lord Gilbert sat me down on the bed and kneeled on the floor himself.
(I hope you locking me up is just a joke.)
(Then again, this is Lord Gilbert…he would do anything….)
As he lifted my leg, he grabbed the linen nearby and put it on me.
The moment he lightly traced it with his fingers, I felt the weight of cold metal clinging to my skin.
Gilbert: Well then.
(….I have been���shackled!)
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After several hours of protest, the sun was beginning to set outside.
The chains on the shackles were tied to the pillars of the bed, and I couldn't seem to remove them by myself.
Emma: I don't want to be stuck here forever.
Emma: Even if it's Lord Gilbert, don't think you'll be forgiven! // Don't think you can get away with anything, even if it's Lord Gilbert!
It was no longer a protest, but a fight.
Lord Gilbert is lying on the bed and playing with my hair while I’m sitting.
(You don't look sorry at all.)
Gilbert: It's not an abuse of power, but an overflow of love for my lover.
Emma:….I'm not convinced.
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Gilbert: Ehh— …..Do you hate being with me all the time?
Gilbert: I can't believe that's the extent of your love.
Emma: It's not that I don't like to be with you.
Emma: But, it’s just…..
Emma: What if I told you I was going to lock you up, Lord Gilbert?
Gilbert: Thrilling.
Emma: Isn’t that a problem?
Gilbert: Not at all. Because the emperor in name is practically retired.
(…..Right.)
Emma: I can't leave this room forever, can I? // You can't leave this room forever, can you?
Gilbert: I want to be with you all the time.
(This kind of persuasion isn't likely to resonate either.)
Emma:…You’re tough to beat….
Gilbert: Hehe….you might be unexpectedly fond of imprisonment, right?
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Lord Gilbert pulls my hand and leans over.
Emma: H—…..
He immediately embraced me and covered my mouth to stop me from protesting.
(…….)
The way his tongue that thrusted inside my mouth was literally like he was trampling me over.
During that moment, my clothes were forcibly disturbed, and cold hands began to violate my skin.
Gilbert: You'll be in the middle of nowhere for eternity, and your body will be poisoned.
Gilbert: Will this become a habit?
Emma:….It won’t….
Gilbert: Even though you look so lewd.
(It's not fair of you to try to force me down like this…..)
In direct contradiction to the fighting spirit in my heart, my body begins to tingle with desire.
Gilbert: I know all your weak points......
see?
Emma: Ah...nn…there——
The way his fingers penetrated my body was bent and stroked on a certain area.
My mind immediately went blank, and my body trembled little by little.
My breathing is severely ragged, and I tried to adjust it.
But soon his tongue flicked my ear, and this time, he carefully assaulted my ear — making it swollen wet.
Emma: No....Aaah——
(I......feel like my mind is going crazy.....)
Even if I tried to escape from the addiction of pleasure, the shackles on my legs will get in the way.
As I shuddered and trembled, Lord Gilbert kept smiling.
Gilbert: You’re so cute.
(….This guy….)
Stripped of the energy to resist, I just curse inside.
If I open my mouth now, all that will come out will be an unbearable moan.
(I wonder….if he's serious.)
(About Lord Gilbert really wants to lock me up in here, forever——)
He is the kind of person who thinks that he must "dominate" in order to feel secure and likable.
I don't mind the argument itself, but it is genuinely annoying.
Gilbert: The more I….love you, the worse it gets.
Lord Gilbert took off his jacket and dropped a sigh of melancholy/sorrow.
Gilbert: I have to keep you tied down, otherwise I'll always be anxious.
Emma:…….
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Gilbert: It's easy to force people to comply with fear. But, with my lover, I don’t know how.
Gilbert: Maybe it's because I love you that I'm afraid to trust you.
(….That's why you always cling to me as if to keep those around us in check.)
I've heard that the trampling beast manipulates people's minds.
But the one who loves me is a man, not a beast.
(I guess I didn't express my affection enough that it went as far as imprisonment….)
Gilbert: ——How could you be so serious?
Emma: Eh…..
The gloomy look on Gilbert's face was gone….Lord Gilbert shook his shoulder in amusement.
Gilbert: Ahaha, the imprisonment is supposed to be a joke, you know?
Emma: !?
Gilbert: I promised Akatsuki that I would not do anything that would kill your heart.
(I was aware of that.) // (He was aware of that.)
Gilbert: Do you desire me to lock you up? But you see…..
Gilbert: Since you love me so much, there's no need to break it/resist.
Gilbert: I'm actually doing my best around here. // The balance around here is actually right.
Gilbert: Right now I'm just exploring your tolerance level.
Emma: So it was all in the palm of Lord Gilbert's hand.
Gilbert: Yes.
Emma: If that's the case——
Emma: It’s payback time!
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Gilbert: !
I sat up on top of Lord Gilbert and bit his shoulder through his shirt.
This is Lord Gilbert's usual expression of affection.
(But I don't know how much more or less he can take…..)
When I looked into his face to see his reaction, he averted his gaze.
Emma: W…Was it painful?
Gilbert: No, No. It’s just…..
Gilbert: I feel like waking up to a new frontier.
(….Oh, that might not work.)
I pretended it didn't happen and tried to climb down, but he grabbed me by the waist and penetrated me with his heat.
Gilbert: Alright, can you bite me a lot? Shall we bite each other after imprisonment?
Emma: That’s not…..aah!
My body was shaken, and I couldn't take it anymore and collapsed onto his chest.
Gilbert: Haha, this is fun!
(Really, though, he's a troublesome man….)
Whether he hugs me in front of others, or when it’s just the two of us together.
Lord Gilbert reacts as if he is truly enjoying himself.
Seeing him like that, I couldn't get angry, so I forgave him.
(But, I think it’s true that he’s "scary"…..)
Even though I'm about to be swallowed by pleasure, I kissed Lord Gilbert.
(I hope Lord Gilbert, who distrusts love, will one day feel secure in loving me——)
Again and again, our lips met….as if we were offering the love inside our hearts.
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Dear little rabbit.
I thought it was a good idea to lock up the little rabbit, but I guess not.
I need to figure out another way to love you….
If you have any good ideas, please write it to me?
I'll take your opinion into consideration and try to find a compromise.
Come to think of it, since I came to Obsidian, I've never run out of letters to talk about.
Before, I couldn't write anything without your question, but now it seems that's not the case.
I have so much to tell you, so much to share.
That’s strange…..
I haven't wanted to write a letter to someone like this since I was a child.
I used to love writing letters.
Since I am frail and have spent most of my life in bed, letters are the only thing that connect me to the outside world.
I've had a few friends that I've never met face to face, only through correspondence......
My brother, mother, and friends all taught me so much and it was something I looked forward to every day.
After I became a beast, I stopped doing that at all, but…..
Hey, Emma. If you have time to write me a letter again, please do.
I'll keep writing to you too.
Oh, by the way, you have no right to refuse this.
Write a letter or be forced to write one. You have a choice between the two, okay....? — Gilbert von Obsidian.
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OPERATION ICEBERG: THE TIER LIST
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THEORY:
Ned Stark + Ashara Dayne = Jon Snow (N + A = J)
TIER:
Debunked: These theories have been directly contradicted by the text, George R. R. Martin, or other authoritative sources.
[Tier list overview]
EVIDENCE:
Ashara Dayne was a Dornish noblewoman, rumored to be Jon Snow's mother. Her life ended under mysterious and tragic circumstances.
We're first told of the rumor that Ashara Dayne is Jon Snow's supposed mother in one of the opening chapters of A Game of Thrones.
Ned would not speak of the mother, not so much as a word, but a castle has no secrets, and Catelyn heard her maids repeating tales they heard from the lips of her husband's soldiers. They whispered of Ser Arthur Dayne, the Sword of the Morning, deadliest of the seven knights of Aerys's Kingsguard, and of how their young lord had slain him in single combat. And they told how afterward Ned had carried Ser Arthur's sword back to the beautiful young sister who awaited him in a castle called Starfall on the shores of the Summer Sea. The Lady Ashara Dayne, tall and fair, with haunting violet eyes. It had taken her a fortnight to marshal her courage, but finally, in bed one night, Catelyn had asked her husband the truth of it, asked him to his face. That was the only time in all their years that Ned had ever frightened her. "Never ask me about Jon," he said, cold as ice. "He is my blood, and that is all you need to know. And now I will learn where you heard that name, my lady." She had pledged to obey; she told him; and from that day on, the whispering had stopped, and Ashara Dayne's name was never heard in Winterfell again. - Catelyn II, AGOT
The name resurfaces when Cersei Lannister, who has evidently heard the same rumors, uses Ashara to challenge Ned's honor.
"Honor," she spat. "How dare you play the noble lord with me! What do you take me for? You've a bastard of your own, I've seen him. Who was the mother, I wonder? Some Dornish peasant you raped while her holdfast burned? A whore? Or was it the grieving sister, the Lady Ashara? She threw herself into the sea, I'm told. Why was that? For the brother you slew, or the child you stole? Tell me, my honorable Lord Eddard, how are you any different from Robert, or me, or Jaime?" - Eddard XII, AGOT
In the next book, Catelyn once again ponders the possibility that Ashara might be Jon's mother.
Arya was the only one to show much of Ned in her features. And Jon Snow, but he was never mine. She found herself thinking of Jon's mother, that shadowy secret love her husband would never speak of. Does she grieve for Ned as I do? Or did she hate him for leaving her bed for mine? Does she pray for her son as I have prayed for mine? They were uncomfortable thoughts, and futile. If Jon had been born of Ashara Dayne of Starfall, as some whispered, the lady was long dead; if not, Catelyn had no clue who or where his mother might be. And it made no matter. Ned was gone now, and his loves and his secrets had all died with him. - Catelyn VI, ACOK
When Bran hears the tale of the Knight of the Laughing Tree, we learn more about Ned and Ashara's initial meeting and their dance at Harrenhal.
The crannogman saw a maid with laughing purple eyes dance with a white sword, a red snake, and the lord of griffins, and lastly with the quiet wolf . . . but only after the wild wolf spoke to her on behalf of a brother too shy to leave his bench. - Bran II, ASOS
In an Arya chapter, Edric Dayne of House Dayne—presumably someone with insider knowledge—reveals more details about Ned and Ashara's alleged love affair. Harwin confirms that he has also heard such rumors.
"My father was Ser Arthur's elder brother. Lady Ashara was my aunt. I never knew her, though. She threw herself into the sea from atop the Palestone Sword before I was born." "Why would she do that?" said Arya, startled. Ned looked wary. Maybe he was afraid that she was going to throw something at him. "Your lord father never spoke of her?" he said. "The Lady Ashara Dayne, of Starfall?" "No. Did he know her?" "Before Robert was king. She met your father and his brothers at Harrenhal, during the year of the false spring." "Oh." Arya did not know what else to say. "Why did she jump in the sea, though?" "Her heart was broken." Sansa would have sighed and shed a tear for true love, but Arya just thought it was stupid. She couldn't say that to Ned, though, not about his own aunt. "Did someone break it?" He hesitated. "Perhaps it's not my place . . ." "Tell me." He looked at her uncomfortably. "My aunt Allyria says Lady Ashara and your father fell in love at Harrenhal—" "That's not so. He loved my lady mother." "I'm sure he did, my lady, but—" "She was the only one he loved." "He must have found that bastard under a cabbage leaf, then," Gendry said behind them. [...] It was Harwin who rode up beside her, in the end. "Where do you think you're going, milady? You shouldn't run off. There are wolves in these woods, and worse things." "I'm not afraid," she said. "That boy Ned said . . ." "Aye, he told me. Lady Ashara Dayne. It's an old tale, that one. I heard it once at Winterfell, when I was no older than you are now." He took hold of her bridle firmly and turned her horse around. "I doubt there's any truth to it. But if there is, what of it? When Ned met this Dornish lady, his brother Brandon was still alive, and it was him betrothed to Lady Catelyn, so there's no stain on your father's honor. There's nought like a tourney to make the blood run hot, so maybe some words were whispered in a tent of a night, who can say? Words or kisses, maybe more, but where's the harm in that? Spring had come, or so they thought, and neither one of them was pledged." - Arya VIII, ASOS
Barristan Selmy, who was present at Harrenhal and held great fondness for Ashara Dayne, recalls her suicide over a lost child and/or a man dishonoring her. He wonders whether he could have prevented her becoming enamored with "Stark."
But Ashara's daughter had been stillborn, and his fair lady had thrown herself from a tower soon after, mad with grief for the child she had lost, and perhaps for the man who had dishonored her at Harrenhal as well. She died never knowing that Ser Barristan had loved her. How could she? He was a knight of the Kingsguard, sworn to celibacy. No good could have come from telling her his feelings. No good came from silence either. If I had unhorsed Rhaegar and crowned Ashara queen of love and beauty, might she have looked to me instead of Stark? - The Kingbreaker, ADWD
Lastly, Catelyn mentions that Ned refers to Jon as his son, a claim corroborated in the book's opening chapter.
"Beyond a doubt," his lord father said. "Come, let us see what mischief my sons have rooted out now." He sent his horse into a trot. Jory and Bran and the rest came after. - Bran I, AGOT
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The Starks were not like other men. Ned brought his bastard home with him, and called him "son" for all the north to see. - Catelyn II, AGOT
COUNTER-EVIDENCE:
God, where do we begin?
The confirmation from George R. R. Martin to David Benioff and D.B. Weiss regarding Jon's true parentage.
It's well known that David Benioff and D.B. Weiss correctly guessed Jon's true parents, giving George R. R. Martin the confidence to let them adapt his book series.
Martin recounted, "I did ask them a few pointed question to determine whether they had actually read the books, and they gave me the right answers." When asked to specify what they were grilled on, Weiss elaborated: He asked us, "Who is Jon Snow's mother?" We had discussed it before, and we gave a shocking answer. At that point, George didn't actually say whether or not we were right or wrong, but his smile was his tell. We knew we had passed the Wonka test, at that point. — The 'Game of Thrones' writers had to answer this trick question about the book before they were allowed to make the series
Who were Jon's parents in the television series adapted and written by David Benioff and D.B. Weiss?
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Right.
The leaked original outline.
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Here.
Arya will be more forgiving... until she realizes, with terror, that she has fallen in love with Jon, who is not only her half-brother but a man of the Night's Watch, sworn to celibacy. Their passion will continue to torment Jon and Arya throughout the trilogy, until the secret of Jon's true parentage is finally revealed in the last book.
Until. Until.
Let me point out the obvious here: if Jon were Ned's child with Ashara Dayne, there would be no parentage reveal that could relieve the torment felt by Jon and Arya. They would still be half-siblings, and it would still be unacceptable for them to be in love. Not much of a reveal then, is it?
The original intended purpose of revealing Jon's parentage was not to place him on a throne or to fulfill a special prophecy; rather, it was to pave the way for a possible romance with a sister. This doesn't work if Ned Stark is his father.
The timeline simply doesn't add up.
The tourney at Harrenhal, where Ned danced with Ashara, took place in 281 AC. Ned traveled down from the Eyrie.
It was the year of false spring, and he was eighteen again, down from the Eyrie to the tourney at Harrenhal. - Eddard XV, AGOT
The year after that tournament, Rhaegar abducted Lyanna, leading to the eventual deaths of Brandon and Rickard Stark, and the start of Robert's Rebellion.
With the coming of the new year, the crown prince had taken to the road with half a dozen of his closest friends and confidants, on a journey that would ultimately lead him back to the riverlands. Not ten leagues from Harrenhal, Rhaegar fell upon Lyanna Stark of Winterfell, and carried her off, lighting a fire that would consume his house and kin and all those he loved—and half the realm besides. - The World of Ice and Fire - The Fall of the Dragons: The Year of the False Spring
Ned Stark had returned to the Eyrie following the tournament.
"At the dawn of Robert's Rebellion. The Mad King had sent to the Eyrie for Stark's head, but Jon Arryn sent him back defiance. Gulltown stayed loyal to the throne, though. To get home and call his banners, Stark had to cross the mountains to the Fingers and find a fisherman to carry him across the Bite. [...]" - Davos I, ADWD
Robert's Rebellion spanned 282-283 AC.
Are you wondering what Ned was up to during that time? I'll tell you.
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(map!)
Ned Stark was in the Eyrie when King Aerys demanded his head.
Unable to use Gulltown, he crossed the Mountains of the Moon to get to the Fingers.
He then hired a fisherman to take him to White Harbor, but a storm rerouted him to the Three Sisters.
Thankfully, Lord Borrell granted him safe passage to continue on to White Harbor.
Upon reaching Winterfell, Ned immediately called his banners.
He subsequently marched south to the Stoney Sept and helped secure a victory in the Battle of the Bells.
Following that battle, he travelled to Riverrun and married Catelyn Tully.
At this point, Robb Stark was conceived.
Around this same period, Jon Snow should also have been conceived.
After that, Ned participated in the Battle of the Trident, contributing to the defeat of House Targaryen's forces (laugh out loud).
He then marched to King's Landing, only to find that Tywin Lannister had already sacked the city.
Note: Ashara Dayne was not present.
He then moved on to Storm's End to lift the siege, thereby saving Stannis Baratheon (and pissing me off).
Following this, he travelled to the Tower of Joy in the Red Mountains of Dorne. There, he defeated Arthur Dayne among others, and discovered his dying sister, Lyanna Stark.
Before her death, Lyanna made Ned promise her something. (Prioritize self-care? Never stop learning? Forgive yourself for past mistakes? Save and invest? Be the best you can be? Gosh, who could say.)
After the events at the Tower of Joy, he travelled to Starfall, the home of Ashara Dayne, to return the ancestral sword of House Dayne.
Note: He did not stay for 40 weeks.
Finally, Ned returned to Winterfell, bringing with him a baby and a wet nurse.
Shortly after, Catelyn Stark arrived at Winterfell with Robb Stark, who was considered the older of the two babies by literally everyone.
The end.
So, I ask you, given that Jon wasn't conceived at the tournament at Harrenhal in 281 AC—
Jon was fourteen, an old hand at justice. - Bran I, AGOT
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Robb is fourteen. Soon enough, he will be a man grown. - Catelyn II, AGOT
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When the wars were over at last, and Catelyn rode to Winterfell, Jon and his wet nurse had already taken up residence. - Catelyn II, AGOT
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All of which is a long winded way of saying, no, Jon was not born "more than 1 year" before Dany... probably closer to eight or nine months or thereabouts. - George R. R. Martin
—when exactly, during Robert's Rebellion, did Ned manage to teleport himself to Ashara Dayne to conceive this child?
Catelyn Stark is a smart woman, but sometimes emotional distress can cloud one's judgment.
The Brandon Stark Consideration.
In true George R. R. Martin fashion, there's hints that another Stark may be more relevant to Ashara Dayne.
Ned Dayne casually mentions that Ashara met not only Ned at Harrenhal, but also his brothers.
"Before Robert was king. She met your father and his brothers at Harrenhal, during the year of the false spring." - Arya VIII, ASOS
When Bran hears about Ned and Ashara's dance, an ellipsis of truth clarifies that this occurred only after a conversation between Brandon Stark and Ashara.
[What the hell is an ellipsis of truth? George R. R. Martin frequently uses an ellipsis as a technique to emphasize statements in the text that are highly relevant or truthful.]
The crannogman saw a maid with laughing purple eyes dance with a white sword, a red snake, and the lord of griffins, and lastly with the quiet wolf . . . but only after the wild wolf spoke to her on behalf of a brother too shy to leave his bench. - Bran II, ASOS
Barristan's reference to 'Stark' is amusingly vague and non-identifying.
If I had unhorsed Rhaegar and crowned Ashara queen of love and beauty, might she have looked to me instead of Stark? - The Kingbreaker, ADWD
In A Dance with Dragons, we learn that unlike Ned Stark, Brandon Stark was the type of guy to dishonor a highborn woman he had no intention of marrying.
Brandon was never shy about taking what he wanted. I am old now, a dried-up thing, too long a widow, but I still remember the look of my maiden's blood on his cock the night he claimed me. I think Brandon liked the sight as well. A bloody sword is a beautiful thing, yes. It hurt, but it was a sweet pain. - The Turncloak, ADWD
I have a feeling we'll hear more and more about Brandon Stark and Ashara Dayne in the upcoming books.
The complete and total absence of Ashara Dayne in Ned Stark's thoughts.
Ned Stark is an introspective man, often dwelling on past events and his family. So why is it that in all his chapters, he never once thinks of Ashara Dayne, his great love and the alleged mother of one of his children, who tragically took her own life?
He doesn't reflect on her when thinking about Jon, while recalling Robert's Rebellion, when considering Arthur Dayne, or even during his recollections of the tournament at Harrenhal where they supposedly fell in love.
It sort of feels like the woman means absolutely nothing to him.
"Honor," she spat. "How dare you play the noble lord with me! What do you take me for? You've a bastard of your own, I've seen him. Who was the mother, I wonder? Some Dornish peasant you raped while her holdfast burned? A whore? Or was it the grieving sister, the Lady Ashara? She threw herself into the sea, I'm told. Why was that? For the brother you slew, or the child you stole? Tell me, my honorable Lord Eddard, how are you any different from Robert, or me, or Jaime?" "For a start," said Ned, "I do not kill children. You would do well to listen, my lady. I shall say this only once. When the king returns from his hunt, I intend to lay the truth before him. You must be gone by then. You and your children, all three, and not to Casterly Rock. If I were you, I should take ship for the Free Cities, or even farther, to the Summer Isles or the Port of Ibben. As far as the winds blow." - Eddard II, AGOT
Nothing! Unaffected. Unfazed. It rolled right off him.
Confused Edric Dayne.
Edric Dayne tells Arya that his aunt, Allyria, told him that Ned and Ashara fell in love at Harrenhal.
A few things to consider:
Edric Dayne was born in 287 AC, well after the events of Harrenhal and the Rebellion.
Arya got goosebumps when Lord Beric said her father's name, but this Ned was only a boy, a fair-haired squire no more than ten or twelve. - Arya VI, ASOS
Edric Dayne doesn't actually believe Ashara is Jon's mother. He thinks Jon's mother was his wet nurse, Wylla.
(I hope I don't have to point out again that Ned Stark didn't stay at Starfall for 40 weeks, and this story makes no sense.)
(I'm sure I also don't need to point out that the author prevents little Ned from claiming something factually untrue and swearing it on the honor of his house.)
"Brother?" Arya did not understand. "But you're from Dorne. How could you and Jon be blood?" "Milk brothers. Not blood. My lady mother had no milk when I was little, so Wylla had to nurse me." Arya was lost. "Who's Wylla?" "Jon Snow's mother. He never told you? She's served us for years and years. Since before I was born." "Jon never knew his mother. Not even her name." Arya gave Ned a wary look. "You know her? Truly?" Is he making mock of me? "If you lie I'll punch your face." "Wylla was my wetnurse," he repeated solemnly. "I swear it on the honor of my House." - Arya VIII, ASOS
But what about his aunt Allyria, who told him Ned and Ashara fell in love?
Well, we don't know a lot about Allyria, but we do know one thing: she was betrothed to Beric Dondarrion in 294 AC or 295 AC.
"How long have you been Lord Beric's squire?" she asked, to take his mind from his misery. "He took me for his page when he espoused my aunt." He coughed. "I was seven, but when I turned ten he raised me to squire. I won a prize once, riding at rings." - Arya VIII, ASOS
Beric Dondarrion was born in either 276 AC or 277 AC. He was 21 years old at the beginning of A Game of Thrones, which would make him a young boy during the tournament of Harrenhal and the Rebellion.
Beric Dondarrion was handsome enough, but he was awfully old, almost twenty-two - Sansa III, AGOT
Given cultural norms, Beric's age, and the year of their betrothal, what is the likelihood that Allyria is younger than Beric? I'd say very likely.
That would make her a little girl during the events of Harrenhal and the Rebellion, so it's doubtful she has firsthand knowledge of Ashara or Ned.
The "son" issue.
Yes, Ned refers to Jon as his son in Bran's opening chapter. Yes, Catelyn claims Ned calls Jon his son. However, I have to point out, we're often shown Ned referring to Jon as anything but his son.
"He is my blood, and that is all you need to know. [...]" - Catelyn II, AGOT
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The look Ned gave her was anguished. "You know I cannot take him south. There will be no place for him at court. A boy with a bastard's name … you know what they will say of him. He will be shunned." - Catelyn II, AGOT
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Riding through the rainy night, Ned saw Jon Snow's face in front of him, so like a younger version of his own. If the gods frowned so on bastards, he thought dully, why did they fill men with such lusts? - Eddard IX, AGOT
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To her credit, Cersei did not look away. "He saw us. You love your children, do you not?" Robert had asked him the very same question, the morning of the melee. He gave her the same answer. "With all my heart." "No less do I love mine." Ned thought, If it came to that, the life of some child I did not know, against Robb and Sansa and Arya and Bran and Rickon, what would I do? Even more so, what would Catelyn do, if it were Jon's life, against the children of her body? He did not know. He prayed he never would. - Eddard XII, AGOT
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The thought of Jon filled Ned with a sense of shame, and a sorrow too deep for words. If only he could see the boy again, sit and talk with him - Eddard XV, AGOT
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Lord Eddard seemed much younger this time. His hair was brown, with no hint of grey in it, his head bowed. "… let them grow up close as brothers, with only love between them," he prayed, "and let my lady wife find it in her heart to forgive …" - Bran III, ADWD
Other things to consider:
Quick question, what impact would Jon's identity as a secret Dayne have on the overall narrative? None. Hello?
Anyone with two brain cells should be able to figure out that when the book quickly reveals Ashara Dayne as Jon's real mother, that's obviously not the case.
It's pretty easy to tell that Ned Stark is not the type of man to cheat on his wife or dishonor a maiden. He's the quiet wolf who's too shy to speak to girls.
While George has never explicitly confirmed the R+L=J theory himself, he has been known to slip once or twice when being pressed on the topic.
Since all of their mothers died, who gave Jon Snow, Daenerys Targaryen and Tyrion Lannister their names? Mothers can name a child before birth, or during, or after, even while they are dying. Dany was most like named by her mother, Tyrion by his father, Jon by Ned. - George R. R. Martin
Lastly, and most important,
THE INESCAPABLE, OVERWHELMING, INDISPUTABLE, OPEN-AND-SHUT, CRYSTAL CLEAR, AVALANCHE OF EVIDENCE THAT CAN BE FOUND IN EVERY SINGLE BOOK AND SUPPLEMENTARY MATERIAL POINTING TO LYANNA STARK AND RHAEGAR TARGARYEN BEING JON SNOW'S ACTUAL PARENTS. HOLY FUCK.
Is there more? Probably. But I'm tired and I think I've made enough points.
STUMPY'S THOUGHTS:
I hate this theory like I hate flat earthers.
Just out there being stupid for no reason.
VOTE:
I welcome discussions. Feel free to reblog, respond, or challenge my perspective—I won't be offended by any of it.
Please note, if "no" is the eventual winner, or if it's competitive, a second poll will be conducted to determine the proper location.
NEXT THEORY:
The Hound is the gravedigger.
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I’m rewatching himym (as I do) and I’m reaching season 7 (my favorite season) and I think I finally understand why I Love Swarkles So Much.
it’s crazy (and so unlike me bc I don’t consider myself a huge enjoyer of friends to lovers ships (there are a few exceptions)) BUT I do think in this case I love them so much because before they were anything else they were close friends first (Robin is the one that always laughs the loudest at his jokes and Barney always looks at Robin like he’s making the jokes for her) and by the time you reach season 6 they become Best Friends before our eyes despite having previously failed to be in a relationship in season 5.
In season 6, Barney confides in Robin about who his dad is and Robin is so supportive of him afterward; Robin pushes him to be with Nora because she knows That’s What He Wants; and she’s constantly enabling his chaos because it’s fun for her, too. like in Landmarks when Barney isn’t talking to the group, so Robin speaks for him. or in Natural History when Robin and Barney spend the entire time at a museum goofing off and touching the displays. or when Robin helps Barney complete his list in Murtaugh. or when Marshall quits working for GNB, and Robin is the only one who knows Barney is upset about it because of his abandonment issues, she’s so worried about how he’s feeling, she drops by to have lunch with him ‘because she was in the neighborhood’.
Their relationship is a friendship that blossoms as the episodes play out and they understand each other on a fundamental level and they support each other no matter what (Barney getting Robin a job in Possimpible so she can stay in America; Barney purposely losing and making Ted lose the race in Subway Wars because Barney knows Robin needs the win more than anyone else. Robin letting Barney go be with Nora despite realizing she has feelings for him. Robin telling Ted about how Barney will be fired if Ted doesn’t let the Arcadian be destroyed.)
Anyway.
tldr: I never considered swarkles a friends to lovers ship, but They Very Much Are and I’m just Stupid. Oh and swarkles are very annoying and I hate them.
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Can you do one with Eminem where you guys meet at a party and they end up kissing also can it take place in the 90s?
Eminem x male reader
Smut!!
A/n: wrote this when i was drunk, this is a mess sorry!
Note: now two things! One English is not my first language, so keep that in mind!! Two I know I will guarantee get hate for this, if you are triggered by mlm please leave so I don’t need to deal with the mental stress I’ll get from it!!! I know his name is Marshall but I’m to lazy so he’ll be referred to as em. They’re 21! I know this doesn’t make chronic sense but idc.
For: anon and @starzox
Warnings: Eminem’s first gay kiss. Takes place in the 90’s. Mentions of homophobia. Smut. Oral (r!receiving) No kinks.
Summary: in request ~
Requestlist - Masterlist
Read at own risk - I can’t cut lol
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A new feeling
Eminem’s pov:
I had know for a while that I that i had accepted that i was gay, it really had taken a toll on my life. My sexuality was something I’ve always struggled with, but I guess my mom always had known and always told me to never confess my love unless I asked for permission. Back then that felt normal, but now I think back at that time and laugh at my self for thinking it was normal.
My best friend and crush had invited me to his birthday party, per usual. He came out to me when we were 15, back then most ‘friends’ of his bullied him for it. Not me though. Friends stay loyal to each other, can trust each other. They don’t go behind their back’s, gossip about each other.
The party was on a Friday. When I got the invite I hadn’t had Thursday I had, everything that could go wrong went wrong. I slept through my alarm clock, so I woke up at 2 P/m. I missed the bus two times. And I stepped in dog shit
Y/n pov:
The first person to arrive at my party was Em, my best friend and biggest crush. After awhile the party started. Everyone was having fun, Em seemed to be having fun and I was having fun.
At one moment i felt that i had a boner, it wasn’t caused by anything. It was that type of boner. I looked around and saw Em look down at then away with mouth open. It was a non-noticeable-very-noticeable boner. Also i had a 11 inch cock.
I obviously was confused but also excited, so I signed at him to follow me, it was really busy so nobody noticed anyway. Before the party I had told everyone to stay down stairs, luckily everyone listened because when we reached upstairs it was empty.
“So, I saw you checking me out.” I said with a surprise tone to Em.
“I know and I’m sorry I should’ve told you, but I’ve had this crush on you.” He frantically said trying not to panic.
“Hey, chill. The feeling is mutual, we could take this to my room i you get what i mean.” I open the door and we walked in. I locked the door behind us. He took off all his clothes only leaving on his underwear. So I did the same. He also had a boner, looked to be around 7 inches.
I pushed him on the bed and started to make out with him. He caved in and moaned, he was surprised but continued.
“Fuck i need you so bad.” He moaned. He took off his underwear wear.
I took a moment to look at his rock hard cock. God was it beautiful.
“Can I?” I ask for concent.
“Of course birthday boy, consider it your birthday present.” He smirked while I didn’t take a second to wrap my hand around his acing cock. I jerked it off for a few minutes, hearing Em moan, groan and moan out daddy a few times.
I stopped my movements at the right time and sat next to him,I didn’t even need to say anything and Em was on his knees in front of me taking my boxers off. He looked with a drooling mouth at my acing cock, he grabbed it with one hand. He took a deep breath, he was visibly nervous.
He started licking it, with very small licks. I groaned, saying fuck under my breath. He heard that and took it as a sign and started teasing my head, until finally sucking it. “Fuck, just like that baby.” I moaned, grabbing his head and taking over control.
Moments later I heard him moaning through the bobbing sounds. I started to get more rough with my movements, looking down on him getting red. I also saw him jerking himself off.
“Nrrrghh” I hear him as he cums, making a mess on the floor. “Fuckkk I’mmm coming!” I shout as ropes of my cum shoot down his throat, painting them white.
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Okay so ‘how I met your father’ thoughts on the ‘father’
I’m convinced Sid is the father and I don’t think/want it to be a thing where they just slept together one time and she gets pregnant but actually ends up with someone else for the ‘shock factor’ I hate when shows do that when there is an obvious connection between two characters. And we all know how ‘how I met your mother’ went; let’s learn from the mistakes please.
Sophie and Sid make so much sense to me. They have a lot of screen time together (why would that be ?) like seriously, they’re together a lot.
The whole Kit Kat heart to heart moment in season one felt important
When Sophie meets her dad, the very first person to talk to him is Sid. I know it might not seem like a big deal, but I’m really convinced it’s subtly foreshadowing something
Sid seems to be there for a lot of important moments for Sophie (eg. When she worked with her dad on the hotdog pop up and then meeting her cousin)
They have a lot of chemistry (maybe it’s just me but I don’t see the same amount of chemistry with Sophie and Jesse. Her and Sid have so much more)
The whole ‘your father has always had a thing for valentines day’ Sid loves Valentine’s Day , and I know they tried to hint at the fact that Jesses sort of warmed to it, but *always* suggests that he loved it before meeting Sophie, aka Sid.
The annoying thing though is that I do like Hannah as a character but after the whole ‘kiss’ thing, I’m feeling more stable on the whole ‘Sid is the father’ thing. I just don’t think Hannah and Sid are endgame, but I hope they don’t cut her character completely if that’s the case.
If I don’t get to see them have a euphoric slow burn romance that ends with the both of them completely in love then I don’t want it.
Seriously. I don’t want it to be an ‘end’ episode thing. I want to see their relationship blossom. Let’s turn the whole thing around and have Sid and Sophie be the Marshall and Lily of this show. (I know the whole point is ‘how I met your father’ and that the idea and convention is for the story to be dragged out, but I don’t care. Rules and conventions suck a lot of the time anyway, I want Sophie and Sid together.
Final thoughts: Sid is 100% the best option. I said what I said.
Edit: because omg this moment as well !! When Sid said he ‘kinda had a thing with someone as well’ Hannah’s immediate response was ‘Sophie?’ Coincidence much ? I think not
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Fionna & Cake (unpopular) opinions
The series had finally ended!! It was so well written. I loved it. I loved all the easter eggs they included. But the fandom gotta fandom so a lot of opinions are around, and here are mine,
1- Marshall Lee and Gary shouldn't have dated so quickly.
It was super obvious they were a fan service (suddenly throwing away everything even though they've just met)
I HATED HOW MONOTONE MARSHALL'S VOICE WAS..... like everyone loves Donald Glover's voice acting already, but the way they kept Marshall's voice so low unlike the og made him purely a fan service imo :(
Not to even mention (i will anyways) how unlike PB Gary was. Marshall, despite being monotone, was at least as Marceline as possible. While Gary was just sweet as a candy and selfless, both which are not PB at all 😭
I honestly think like the og series they're gonna break up and date again after a while. Because in the og, they dated purely because of their admiration of each other and it ended badly because all they admired all they turned out to hate about each other until they realized what they love about each other is simply loving each other, caring a lot. I wish they didn't rush but i hope they at least get to build a romance again?? Not be a fanfiction
2- The ending was AMAZING
I don't generally like endings of series because i place too high of hopes, but this one showed me that's exactly what i was doing wrong. They wanted to live on their own, by their own, and they decided to do so. It showed to the audience that you should get to enjoy what you have instead of whining for more. Fionna spent every second of first episodes whining how her world sucked, only for her to reject any changes that could happen into it. Because she doesn't get to dictate people's lives. She may be a main character, but her world is as alive and conscious as she is.
3- Betty&Simon's closure was perfect.
Throughout the series, even the characters in it claimed what Betty&Simon had was perfect. And it was not. Just like in real life, they're not stereotypical. Betty sacrificed a lot for Simon (her life THREE times[going to find the book, travelling into the future without hesitation to find him a cure&turning into a chaos entity just to make sure he is okay] to begin with) . We have seen Simon hopelessly in love with Betty, but that was it. Simon loved Betty(even when he is about to confront her to say his thoughts, he doesn't say "thank you" or anything, he starts with the "I have been searching for a cure for you, but I couldn't find it.") That is sweet and wonderful and i am not blaming him for anything. Neither did she. Betty, after all the sacrifices, just wanted to be acknowledged. That's it. She had no regrets as she had said, which was a beautiful altogether. I loved them. Simon acknowledging Betty was not Betty being a bitch, but rather Betty getting the closure she deserves as well(honestly, a GREAT written character.). Simon got his closure as well, because he thought he had dedicated himself to Betty, but it was just him destroying his own life. I think they were perfect. Right people, right time.
4- This is Fionna&Cake's series. Not anybody else's.
People were super upset by the lack of cameo's. Even though we got a lot. Finn was in the series because Simon talked to him, and other easter egg's were because Fionna, Cake or Simon interacted with them. Not to mention Simon was there just to help Fionna&Cake, and realizing he should help himself instead of sitting and whining. This is THEIR series. Yes, would love to see more Adult Finn, PB&Marcy, FarmWorld, other worlds etc etc.. but it's not their time. It's not their issue. There were already so many many cameos and easter eggs in the show, and i'm honestly satisfied they bothered to even put so much into it.
The series was done with love&attention. I love Adventure Time. Seriously. But just like the series had showed, the decisions have been made and instead of hating what you have, you should enjoy it. We will most most likely have many more short series regarding the show in the near future, maybe with less Fionna&Cake's world but we, as the audience, got our closure. They're alive, they're happy and they are learning how to enjoy themselves.
The characters are so well written, that i cannot even imagine the writers heads through writing. The work is done with so much love that they basically wrote themselves.
A great, heartwarming and cozy series. Hope to see more in that universe in near future :)
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Cabin Pressure Advent Day 10: Johannesburg
JOHANNESBURGGG!
(Or: "Abu Dhabi was fine but let's see if we can remake it better!" Spoiler- they did.)
Honestly, the exchange at the beginning about the Birthday Party Bombing is on my shortlist for funniest Cabin Pressure scenes, and I know I've already said that Passenger Derby is my favorite but that doesn't mean it wasn't a hard fought battle. Stephanie Cole and Roger Allam act the shit out of it and it is so so hilarious.
That actually gets to my main takeaway from the episode: the pairings are perfect, especially in service of one of the best things about this episode- bringing Douglas down a peg. Does it actually bring him down a peg in-universe? Not so much. But after 9 episodes of Douglas being sleek and mocking and preternaturally good at things and so often right and ALWAYS smug about it, we finally get to see the effects of that. With the Carolyn and Douglas pairing it's a continuation of the realization from Ipswich that she's the alpha dog who can make him jump in the pool- they're constantly in a power struggle and her rubbing that in a bit is just super entertaining.
Martin and Arthur's plot line is, if anything, even better, because it really is kind of nice to see them feeling better about themselves without Douglas around; to paraphrase Arthur, Douglas is great and hilarious but you KNOW you'd find him annoying as fuck if you had to work with him in real life. That said, this is a sitcom composed basically entirely of people who we love but who we would hate to work with- but that doesn't make it any less nice to see what Martin and Arthur can do when they aren't waiting for Douglas's sarcastic punchline. Particularly Martin, because he's never really come across as an actual idiot so much as someone who is incapable of marshalling his mental faculties to anything due to a mixture of his own inner nature and external pressures- and Douglas is definitely one of those external pressures. (It's one of the reasons why I love that his ending is to go work for a professional airline- he's got the kind of mind/personality that will thrive so much more in a regulated kind of environment.)
The plotting is great, though I do think that the pacing felt a bit rushed toward the end, and there are some great throughlines both minor (Douglas cooking and serving the fish) and major (the beautifully planted Chekhov's gun with the water bottle). I do have one VERY minor quibble with the latter that I will accept is up for interpretation: it bothers me a bit that Martin's (needed, because he's still the team woobie) takedown at the end is because he wasn't conscientious enough about a safety/procedure matter. I know that part of the point is meant to be that he's "trusting his pilot instincts," but for his pilot instincts not to include procedural safety just seems a bit out of character. If the different "see I'm competent on my own" things that he'd previously done with Arthur had involved breaking rules, it would be one thing- but he DIDN'T until basically just now, which makes it feel very out of nowhere and kind of out of character.
Otherwise, what a great episode!! Which... let's see what ends up being said about Kuala Lumpur. Sigh. (I do remember liking Arthur's training session though...!)
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Eric Blackburn
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Five years he'd known her, five years of wanting something he couldn't have.  Watching her with men that didn't deserve her, all of them wrong for her.  Five years of having to witness her hurt & pain because she kept trying to make doomed relationships work.  Five years of seeing her with boys disguised as men that made her jump through hoops for a small taste of love.
She wasn't Bravo but damned if the guys hadn't adopted her as if she was.  None of those men thought much of her current boyfriend either and they made damned sure that sorry piece of shit knew it too.  Sonny oh so loving referred to him as the 'pumpkin spice ground pounder', his way of politely saying that he was a 'basic bitch'.
When word had spread that they had finally broken up the men of Bravo were promptly in Eric's ear about taking his chance at last.  They were idiots and all of their plans to get her and Blackburn together were painfully ludicrous but they hyped him up nonetheless.
All the negatives running through his head.  He could end up being the rebound guy or maybe she'd reject him altogether.  What if finding out he was in love with her ruined their friendship?  He stewed on it for a few days before he got the nerve to tell her, but the spin-up came out of nowhere.  
Three months to think about nothing but she and her place was the first stop he made after debriefing.  Adrenaline rushed through him as he rang the doorbell.  A small voice in his head trying to convince him that a man of his age shouldn't feel this damned nervous, but her answering the door and offering him the brightest damned smile made him feel like an awkward teenager.
"There are clothes in the spare bedroom, go jump in the shower."  Her back was already turned headed towards the kitchen.
"Huh?"  Stunned at her bluntness and her airy laughter.
"You said on the phone you wanted to talk, but you fuckin' smell like wet goat."  Motioning him towards the stairs.  "Clean up and I'll finish dinner."
Showered and clad in sweats, hearing her singing in the kitchen he was about to join her when he noticed movement through the front window.  He opened the door to find team Bravo drunkenly giggling like girls.
"What the hell are you idiots doing?"  Eric hissed as quietly as possible.  
"Did you tell her yet?"  Jason's words slurred as the rest of the highly intoxicated Bravo men messed up her lawn & flower beds.
"Not yet, I just got out of the shower."
"Hot damn! Straight to the good stuff!" Sonny practically screamed for the whole neighborhood to hear.
"I will court marshal every one of you if you don't git!"
"He's wearing female catnip."  Clay giggled holding onto her porch railing for dear life.  
"The hell you say?"  Sonny glared at Clay swaying on his feet.
"The grey sweats, even if he doesn't tell her she'll still suck 'em like a ..." The front door slammed shut before Eric could hear another word.
"Who was that?"  She carried two plates towards the couch setting them on the coffee table.
"Thought I heard something."  Taking a seat on the couch, eyes darting towards the windows on the lookout for Bravo shenanigans while she rushed back to the kitchen.
"Right, so that wasn't the boys I heard outside?"  Laughing balancing two beers in one hand and a bottle of whiskey and two glasses in the other.  "I'm playing the odds."  Winking at Eric.  "Either spin-up went alright and a cold beer's the cure or it sucked and you need something stronger."
"You know me too well," eyeing not only his favorite beer but pizza as well.
"Yeah well," shrugging her shoulders.  "Five years is a long time to learn a lot about people."  Relaxing on the couch when she noticed him staring at the whiskey bottle.   "You don't have to talk if you don't wanna Eric.  We can just chill in silence or watch a game.  I DVR'd three months' worth of football games in case you missed 'em over there."
"Why... why'd ya do that, you hate football?"  Pouring himself a shot and knocking it back.  
"Karma I guess."  Sitting up picking at her plate, too many thoughts running around in her head.
Eric was studying her intently.    Her fingers trembled as she set her plate down.  Her tongue poked out wetting her lips, eyes darting around the room as if nervous under his gaze.
"Funny how I break up with pumpkin spice and you got spun up for three months."  Her focus was suddenly on his newly grown beard and little flecks of white and grey amongst a sea of mahogany.  "Just seemed like the Universe was answering a question that's lived rent-free in the back of my mind."
Eric was caught off-guard at not only her words but her fingers delicately winding their way through his hair.  When was the last time he'd experienced that?  Closing his eyes with a silent sigh, was rhythmic the way her fingers moved, was soothing.
"How do you do that?"  His voice hummed low.
"Do what?"
"Make the chaos and the noise stop with a touch, a single smile."  Eric could have gotten lost in her eyes forever.  
"You know why," her palm trembling coming to rest on his cheek.  Eric covered her hand with his own, kissing the inside of her wrist.
"Do I?"  Gruffy whispered needing to hear it outloud.  "Or have I been imaging it
"Then we've been imagining the same thing for too long huh?"  
Leaning close, his beard tickling her skin.  Lips dancing together hesitant and slowly.  A low growl rumbled deep in his chest.  His name slipped off her tongue in a sultry moan like warm honey.  She was hardly startled at his swiftness in pulling her onto his lap.  
Rough hands grazed her skin, only stopping their kiss to tug off her shirt.  Letting out an appreciative grunt, fingers scratching up her back winding around her hair and pulling her close.  Five years of wants, of needs put into that kiss.  All the stolen glances, the tender touches in passing, that smile that set butterflies a flight in his stomach like a lovesick teenager was conveyed in that makeout session.  Her hips rocked against him causing a guttural growl.
"You keep doing that and I won't be responsible for what happens darlin'."  Nipping at her neck leaving a mark but she only smirked slowly grinding away.  "Remember sweetheart, you asked for it."
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"Bravo be advised the vehicle has been stationary for days,"  Jason spoke through the comms.  "We don't know the condition the assets may be in."
"Got movement in the northwestern quadrant." Ray eyed the target through his night vision.
"Second that, I got eyes on a male asset."  Sonny chimed in carefully treading around the brush.
"Condition?"  Authority in Jason's tone.
"Second asset confirmed."  Clay piped up watching through his scope.  "I repeat second asset confirmed alive."
"Condition damnit?"  Jason was done playing games.
"Old boy appears to be chugging a Powerade, asset two limping, possibly injured. Send in a medic?" Something in Sonny's voice was off.
"Hold."  Jason held up his hand, the sign to stop advancing.
"Second asset has reached for a device, what's your call Bravo1?"  Trent posed a rush of adrenaline shooting through him as flood lights illuminated a backyard, the sprinkler system on at full force.
"We've been made!  Abort!"  
Jason and the rest of Bravo laugh running through her backyard toward their vehicles.  Blackburn appeared at her front door yelling, bellowing angrily for the whole neighborhood to hear.  A pair of grey sweats hung low on his hips and hickeys were all over his chest.
"It anyone should be court marshaled,"  Sonny snickered jumping over a hedge and racing for Jason's Truck.  "It should be her for damaging Navy property!"
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