#Robert and tears 😭

[bobbie-robron]

And while you’re at it, you can tell me how many times you and Katie have kissed BEHIND YOUR BROTHER’S BACK!!! (Part 1.2)

Robert tells his (made up) side of the story that Victoria didn’t understand the situation and he also has a cover story about Daz. So many lies being told to cover the affair. Robert stops Jack from calling Andy by ensuring Jack it was a one off swearing on ‘his mother’s grave’ that there’s nothing going on with Katie, never has been, never will be.

21-Apr-2004

[toddtakefive]

one of my favorite things about dps is the completely irrelevant background conversations/comments you’re probably not meant to hear but are still just barely audible? like the two guys in the study room arguing over their turns on the dart board, or the guys laughing under their breath and making ridiculing remarks when knox reads out his poem for chris, or the people in the opening scenes you can hear finding their friends and saying hi. it literally doesn’t matter at all, but it makes it feel so much realer and like you’ve really just been dropped into the setting with todd on the first day.

[starlightwoofwoof]

GUYS CHAPTER 3 IS OUT NOW AAAAAA ❤️💙💛

also didn’t do a pic for this one but here’s something else-

hatz eatin some donuts

If you read it, enjoy!!

(tags may have spoilers cause I wanna yap about it lol)

[rhynrnmph]

ELIA WEEK DAY1: Elia and her children

Headcanons I've been keeping in my heart about our PrincessDianaElia:

artist @the-lady-raerae <3

The first weeks she was weakened and exhausted for no reason

Her bizarre cravings were a dead giveaway

Elia when told she was expecting immidately told Ashara to send the word to all of Dorne!

She actually cried of joy and was extra careful about what she ate

She would read as soon as she could when she knew she was pregnant

When she felt Rhaenys kick the frst time she was overjoyed. This specific moment made all her pain worth it.

She hoped her child would be healthy (That was her biggest fear)

The delivery was the most intense pain she ever felt

Once she held Rhaenys for the first time she was overwhelmed and happy to know the babe was healthy

She wouldn’t let her go so bad Rhaenys got quickly used to being constantly carried

Rhaenys never had milk mothers. Elia was so happy about her daughter she'd INSIST to feed her herself and actually adored those moments

Elia would talk to Rhaenys like she her best friend, gossiping and chatting away FOR HOURS

Elias ladies in waiting were constantly having their eyes on the babe whenever Elia was away for xyz

After Aerys said nasty shit about Rhaenys at her introduction at court she told Rhaegar she NEVER wishes to be left alone with him. It’s Dragonstone or Dorne for her and her child

The amount of love and care Queen Rhaella showed to her granddaughter salvaged her good family’s reputation to her eyes

Rhaella confided she had always wanted a daughter, it was bittersweet

In fact Queen Rhaella and Princess Elia had mutual respect and care for each other

After this humiliation Elia made sure to have no Aerys patriots around her blood

Security and guardsmen were ordered to be very careful about who wanted to see her daughter

Once she was announced to be carrying Aegon she felt terrified

That period was the worst and only got worser

Rhaegar was already speaking of a third child when she couldn’t obviously carry no more

She was found of her young husband but frustrated of his lack of realism

The King was getting more erratic and mad

The wood attack and the court having obvious stands on Rhaegars succession to the throne

The Kings attitude towards her allowed micro aggressions to flourish at court about her and her children

This she avoided to bring them in that environment as much as possible

When Rhaegar passed her and gave the garland of roses to Lady Lyanna time stopped for her

Funnily enough she felt nothing however her family was livid

Only once she felt eyes on her did she sense something was amiss

In the carriage on the way back she felt numb and eerily calm

She returned to Dragonstone the same evening thinking on the next moves to secure her children’s rights

What would it mean for her bloodline and their claim of the throne

Rhaegar sent for her to return, to explain. She had no interest to return and told him to return to his family once he’s finished there

Both Rhaenys and Aegon would quiet down and soothe when she’d read to them

Her favourite lullabies would be sung in hushed tones

Elia had great aspirations for her children and was already looking into a stable future for both

Elia got familiar with High Valyrian because of Rhaegar

Rhaenys has proven to be Oberyns niece

A turbulent baby leaving chaos everywhere she went

But she was adorable so she got a pass

Aegon was quiet fussy and had a birds appetite

Unsettling his mother a bit that her health got through him

But maesters would constantly reassure her that he was a healthy boy

Elia would teach Rhaenys affirmations and repeat them every morning and night like a prayer

Because this is what her own mother did for her

Rhaenys hated her hair being done by anyone else but her mother (and elia was lowkey proud of this privilege)

Balerion was Rhaegars last gift to his daughter

Princess Rhaenys was a daddy’s girl

As a ritual Elia Rhaegar and Rhaenys used to watch the sun set on the Narrow Sea

While Rhaegar would explain to his daughter the history of Aegon and his sisters Queen Rhaenys and Queen Visenya

Rhaenys is a history nerd too

Father and daughter would also sing together sometimes Elia watched foundly from the doorframe

All her ladies in waiting were her pillars and allies

All their children would play together with the little Princess

Though Ashara Dayne was the favourite aunt and she felt her absence the most once alone in Kingslanding

Her last letter to Ashara was to warn her that Aegon had indigo eyes and that she had won their bet

Ashara received it too late…

Elia Aegon and Rhaenys remains rest in the Watergardens in Dorne

[milla-frenchy]

Wolf like me

2k2 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 | masterlist Summary: you meet someone who finally fills the void in you Warnings: 18+ mdni. Darkish. rough sex, oral (m/f), facial, self abandonment, toxic relationship, possessiveness, jealousy, spitting, biting, manhandling, unprotected piv, rimming, ass play, anal, creampie, reader is looking for pain, Joel is not particularly nice and not caring either. No age specified. a/n: @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog thank you for beta-ing me, and hearing me whine 😭💕🫶 There are Joels that are particularly physically powerful, brutal, and sexually aggressive. I call them “beast!Joel” 😍🥵 Here they are: Carnal @pascalsbby | Daddy Joel & A day in the filth @toxicanonymity | Lost in the dark @iamasaddie. Thank you for these awesome fics 🙏❤️ Here’s mine :) The title is from Wolf like me by TV on the radio

part 2

Joel was pretty well known at the QZ. He had the reputation of a distant man, not meddling in other people's affairs and hating people meddling in his own. He carried out the worst tasks, those that paid the most. It was impossible to know what shenanigans he was getting into with Tess, the woman he was often seen with. Impossible to know why he sometimes met FEDRA soldiers on the sidelines, but without really hiding it, as if he knew that no one would dare bother him.

You worked for Robert and you knew that his relationship with Joel was tense. So for some time now, when Robert needed something from Joel, he went through you. Every time you met him, Joel lived up to his reputation. He grumbled more than spoke, he was not very verbose, he did not bother with manners and was barely polite. He used to roll his eyes an embarrassing number of times at you, like you were the stupidest person in the world. However, he didn't impress you, and one day, you caught a grin when you responded to him in a biting tone.

That’s probably how you ended up on your knees in front of him one evening, his cock in your mouth and his fist clenched in your hair. His massive hand on the back of your head holding you exactly how he wanted, while he was fucking your throat without worrying about the tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

He let go of you, and ordered you to get on the bed, “cheek against the pillow and ass in the air.” 

You looked up at him, without immediately obeying, and he pointed to the bed with his chin. You got up and settled in, unable to resist his directive tone. When he knelt behind you, his fat cock in his hand, ready to push it into your core, you freed yourself from his hand, asking him to wait.

“Wait for what exactly, little girl?”

In someone else's mouth, this pet name might have been cute. Or kind. But in his, you felt like a helpless little thing in the hands of a man much more powerful than you.

“Wait until I’m prepared,” you whispered.

“Do you think I’m gonna make love to you, baby girl?”

He tilted his head to the side, waiting for your response which didn't come.

“Cause I don’t make love. I fuck hard. So either you take my fuckin’ cock the way I wanna give it to you, or you get the fuck outta here.”

You let him fuck you the way he wanted, your teeth digging into the flesh of your hand to keep you from screaming, while his fingers were firmly buried in the flesh of your hips. He pulled out just before he came, grabbing your arm for you to follow him to the side of the bed. His feet planted on the ground, he jerked himself into his clenched fist until spurts of cum covered your face.

Stunned by his animality, you didn't move before he pushed you down onto the floor, and he plunged into you, his tongue dipping into your aching pussy. He ate you as he had fucked you just before: like a hungry beast devouring its wounded prey. His fingers were everywhere, on your clit, in your pussy and in your ass. Yours were buried in his curls, clawing at his scalp, making him grunt against your folds until you came, exhausted, and finally relaxed your muscles that had been contracting until then, under the assaults he had inflicted on you.

Of course, he didn't walk you home. He didn’t even say a word to you, to be honest. He barely watched you wipe away the cum that was still on your cheeks.

You continued to meet Joel on Robert's behalf, and you returned to his apartment several times.

Every time he fucked you, you felt like you were being tossed around in dark waters, the movement of which seemed strangely familiar to you. And above all, the feeling gave you the confirmation that you were still alive.

Joel wanted to own, to take. And you wanted to be owned, creating a perfect balance between you. You were giving him everything he wanted. Your body was always adapting to his, whatever hole he thrusted into. He probably licked and smelled every inch of your skin. Left bite marks on your body, as if his cock deep inside you wasn't enough, as if he needed to sink his teeth into your skin. Needed to show everyone that you were his. That you had been claimed. “I want you to use my body whenever and however you want”, you told him once. And he did. Days after days.

As soon as you closed the door to his apartment behind you, you felt that the atmosphere was heavier than usual. He was sitting near the dining room table, facing the front door, and you.

“Who was it?”, he asked, in an annoyed voice, so low you barely heard him, while his fist was clenched on the table.

"Who are you talking about?"

“That boy, with you near the guardhouse this afternoon.” He spat out the sentence, his jaw clenched, the sound of his voice barely reaching your ears.

“He’s one of Robert’s guys, he’s not a boy,” you replied, shrugging your shoulders. He stood up suddenly and slammed you against the wall with surprising agility for a man of his build. His hand pressed against your throat, his face lowered towards you, you only saw his dark eyes.

“You let him fuck you?” he growled, tightening his grip on your throat.

“No, damn, Joel…”, you whispered.

He released his grip slightly and breathed down your neck, then moved up to your ear, as if to make sure that he would only smell your scent on you.

“Mine,” he murmured, his nose in your hair, his hand sliding from your throat to one of your breasts which he grabbed.

“Yours”, you breathed in his ear, your hand clinging to his bicep.

“I’m gonna be brutal, baby doll.”

“I know.”

He unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his hard cock, before grabbing your thighs and lifting you off the ground. He pushed aside the panties under your dress, and positioned his tip at your entrance. He looked at you, daring you with his gaze to tell him to wait. But it’s been a long time now since you asked him to be prepared. You only wanted to feel him more. Always more. And the faster he plunged into you, the more intoxicating the sensation was.

He sank in, his gaze boring into yours as his cock split your pussy. In one push he bottomed out. He pulled back almost all the way and thrusted in again, after tilting his pelvis so that you impaled yourself as deep as possible on his shaft. Breathless, you grabbed his shoulders to try to ease the way you were taking his cock. But he placed his arm against your back and tightened his hand on the back of your neck, trapping you in his embrace. He pounded you against the wall, and you were whimpering at each stroke of his cock.

“You’re mine”, he said again, thrusting in. “You belong to me, only my cock can fuck this cunt. You hear me, little girl?”

“Fuck… Yes Joel! Just you.”

“Not only your cunt. Everything. I want only my smell on you.”

He grabbed your chin in his hand, looking at you questioningly. You nodded and said “only you.”

“Good girl. Come here.”

He released you and grabbed your arm, squeezing it way too tightly with his large hand, before throwing you onto the bed. He was standing in front of you, his pants just under his balls, still covering his thick thighs. His hand was tight on his cock, glistening with your wetness. You could see the vein in his neck pulsing.

He spat into his palm before jerking off harshly while watching you.

“Joel”, you whimpered. “Please I want-”

“You’ll have that cock when I’ll give it to you”, he cut you off.

“Please Joel, use me”, you whined again.

“Jesus, you need my cock that bad? Get on all fours, then. And take off your clothes.”

You undressed and watched him remove his clothes, before waiting for him on your hands and knees. The bed sank under his weight as he knelt behind you. He ran his hands from your neck to the small of your back. He reveled in your eagerness, seeing your ass pushed back towards him. You wanted him to use you, the way he wanted. He placed his cock at your entrance, and thrusted in slowly. So slowly that it was almost more painful than when he would suddenly stick it in you. Like a bandage that you gently remove instead of ripping it off all at once. You felt your pussy spread painfully to let his cock sink in. You felt his skin warming you up from the inside. He kept thrusting, and you realized that you had been holding your breath since he dove in you. You breathed deeply, keeping yourself from moving backwards and impaling yourself on his cock in one blow. You knew he wanted to control the pace, and you wanted him to act that way. You wanted to be in pain, to feel things as intensely as possible, and for as long as possible.

You felt so fragile and vulnerable, with his massive hands on you and his cock piercing you. And at the same time, you had never felt so safe. Nothing could happen to you, with him.

Finally his cock bottomed out and you gasped. He pulled back and thrusted in with a brutal move this time, as you reflexively leaned forward. He tightened his embrace, threatening “don’t you dare. You’re gonna take my cock, as I want you to take it.” You bit your lip and nodded.

You heard him spit and you shivered as you felt his saliva reach your ass, his thumb immediately coming up to push it into your ring. You heard him grunt behind your back, guessing his contemplation between keeping fucking your pussy or claiming your ass. With a snort, he pulled out, dipping his tongue against your ass, lapping flat. You heard him jerking off into his fist and part of you hoped to see him desperate to the point of cumming against the sheets without having time to fuck you. But his primal instinct for possession was the strongest, and he positioned himself against your ring once he felt you would be able to take it.

He pushed, and you waited quietly, controlling your breath, until the tip was fully in.

“Oh fuck, Joel…”

“Always ready to take it in your ass, right?”

“I…fuck. Yeah. I can always take it.”

“Good girl”, he praised, as he thrusted in suddenly, the brutality of his action clashing with the sound of his voice. You didn't have time to say a word, he was already pulling back before burying himself again, showing you once more that you were his, pinching your hips, and you knew that the morning after your skin there would be blue.

“Turn around, I want to see your face while I fuck your ass,” he said, pulling back and manhandling you to turn around.

You lay on your back, and he grabbed the back of your knees to bring them closer to your shoulders before thrusting in. The position made the penetration so deep that you thought he was actually going to tear you in half. His growls were more animalistic than human and you lost yourself in their sounds. 

“Look”, he said. “Look at my cock, ruining your ass.”

He pulled his torso away from yours and you looked down, where your bodies were one.

“Fuck, baby doll. Look. You’re taking it so good.”

“Joel... Let off all your steam. Use me for that.”

“Shit you’re…you never get enough of that cock.”

He fucked you, probably harder than ever, and you couldn't feel your body anymore.

“Lose yourself in me”, he told you, looking at you as if he was reading you. “I’m here for it”, he added. You came, hearing him, your clit rubbing against his lower stomach.

Burying in your ass, he grabbed your wrists with one hand and held them above your head, placing his mouth against your armpit, licking away the beads of sweat hidden there and growling against your skin.

“Jo…fuck. Joel.”

“Mmmm?”, he growled.

“The sounds you make, when you fuck me. I…- fuck.. I feel so full - …I love these sounds.”

For the first time, you thought you saw a loss of control in him, and you tried to catch his gaze. When he froze inside you and shot the hot spurts of cum into your ass, all you could think about was the dark waves you were floating in, and you came a second time on his cock.

You got dressed and as you were leaving he grabbed you, holding you against him like no one had ever done before. He held you so tight that it was painful, but you would have let him crack one of your ribs if it would allow you to continue this embrace. When he released you, you tried to meet his gaze again, but he had already turned away from you.

When you got back to your apartment, you knew you were screwed. Fucking with him, letting him use you in any possible way, was no longer enough.

Part 2

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[darlingsfandom]

omg cill won a golden globe!! him and younger reader celebrate?? idk 😭

I'm very proud him! we all are 🥺

Gif credit: @edward-munson

Warnings: swearing, face fucking, rough sex

It almost didn't seem real, it was almost like a dream but it was indeed real. You were standing there in your best dress clapping hard enough that your hands felt like they were going to fall off with tears in your eyes as Cillian stood there holding his golden globe. He was a little shy before he started talking. Everyone sat down for a minute as he gave his speech but what caught you off guard was hearing him say your name out loud.

"Darlin, please stand up!" Cillian moved his hand in an upwards position and you stood up to his motion. "Ya see tat lovely lady right there, she's me world! Helped me through out the ups and downs! Never left me side durin ta hard times! She's da best person I know, I love you!" You wiped your eyes with the back of your hands as the rest of the table decided to group hug you as if you won the award, but you did in a way! Cillian was the best boyfriend you've ever had. The rumors the paps had made about you being a gold digger since Cillian is twenty one years older than you were now put to rest with his speech. He finished up his speech by thanking the rest of the cast and crew along with a little speech to Christopher as well. As he came off stage everyone was clapping and cheering him on when you ran up to him and cupped his face to plant a big wet kiss on his nose before kissing him proudly on the lips.

Cillian looped his arm with yours and lead you back to the table before pulling out your chair for you. You held his hand the rest of the night. You clapped for Robert when he won best supporting actor , you made a face at the terrible Barbie "joke" and so did Cillian. The rest of the night carried on and you laid your head on his shoulder to which Cillian kissed the top of your head. Once the night was over the two of you made your way outside so he could take his photos with the award but when he seen you standing off to the side he pulled you over with him because you needed to be showed off! He handed you his award . "See not only did I win, I really won!" He kissed your face making you blush and giggle before he grabbed your hand and the two of you made your way towards the car so you could get to the hotel.

"I'm very proud of you." You spoke up once the two of you were in the back of the car. Cillian leaned in and kissed you hard. Your hands rested against his chest while you moved your lips against his slowly. His tongue pressed against your lips making you part them so he could slide in. Your skin felt hot as his finger tips brushed against the back of your neck so he could pull you in closer. The metal of your ruby necklace felt cold as your body temperature rose. Lucky for you the hotel was a short drive away because if you had spent another minute in that car, that driver would've gotten a show.

Cillian held your hand tightly making way through the paps that were taking pictures, calling your names and yelling questions. You just waved and smiled until the two of you were inside the lobby and making your way to the elevator. His hands wrapped around your waist while his lips attacked your neck. The little ding let you know that you were where you needed to be. The two of you made your way into the bedroom and Cillian quickly had you in his arms once again before throwing you back onto the bed.

His breath was hot against your mouth as he kissed your lips making his way down your jaw line, the side of neck and down to the top of your breasts. Cillian sat you back up to help take off your dress leaving you in a matching set that hugged you in all the right places. His mouth watered as you unhooked your bra , tossing it at him which drove Cillian wild.

"Tonight's all about you daddy." Your words were laced with sex appeal while you dropped down to your knees. Your hands ran over his thighs before unzipping his pants and yanking them down along with his boxers.

"Fuck!" Cillian hissed as the cold air hit his hard cock. You smiled up at him while pulling off his boxers. He carefully stepped out of the pile of clothes around his ankles before looking down at you with those devilish blue eyes that made your thighs squeeze together. Cillian stood there stroking his cock above you making you pout because you wanted his cock, you wanted to please him and he knew it, but he wanted to tease you.

"Open pretty girl" he pushed the head of his cock past your lips and down your throat just a little before pulling right back to which you pouted your lip at him. "Don't ya worry honey..." Cillian slid his cock back down your throat until he hit the back of it making your eyes water. Your hands flew up and grabbed his thighs while he started fucking your face. He knew this was about him and when it was about him you allowed him to do anything he wanted. Tonight was a special night and you had promised him that if he won you'd let him do this.

"Good girl! Takin me fuckin cock like a whore! Me whore!" He grunted while pulling on your hair hard and thrusting hard down your throat with spit dribbling down your chin you were the most beautiful thing he had his eyes on. You sat on knees holding still as possible while he held your head. Your thighs were sticking together from all the wetness pooling in your panties. Cillian pulled out enough to let you breathe. Your lips were swollen and covered in spit, your eye make up had been cried off and the spit and dribbled down onto your chest.

"Up!" Cillian helped you up onto the bed, got you on your back and climbed on top of you. Your lips covered into a smile as Cillian lined the head of his dick up to your pussy and pushed in slowly while holding his hand on your stomach.

"I love you!" You blurted out. It wasn't the first time you said that but it was the first time you said it during sex. Cillian stopped his movement, looked down at you with a soft smile and stroked your cheek. "I love you too." Cillian leaned down and kissed you softly. His lips moved in sync with yours while your hands wrapped around his back and pulled him closer which made his dick go deeper inside of you. Your mouth gasped open so Cillian slid his tongue inside of you making you cry out in pleasure into his mouth. He lifted up his hips before smashing back down into yours. Cillian wasn't holding back anymore! He kissed you hard while holding up your legs so he could hit the angle you liked so much.

Your eyes rolled back into your head as Cillian pounded hard into you. Your moans and whimpers were loud. His hands squeezed your thighs tightly while grunting and cursing under his breath which made you wetter by the second. Your hand ran down between your legs and rubbed your clit. Cillian smacked your hand away to replaced it with his hand, only he could touch you at that moment.

"Cill! You're gonna make me cum!" You pleaded.

"Do it pretty girl! Make a mess of me cock!" Cillian was getting close too. Both of you were panting messes. Your orgasm hit you hard as you squeezed his cock and cried out his name. That was enough for Cillian to have his own orgasm. Cillian held your legs up in the air, looked down into your eyes and came deep inside of you while moaning out your name. He kept eye contact with you when he finished before slowly pulling out, but you stopped him half way.

"No! Keep it in!" You blurted out making Cillian raise an eyebrow. He slowly slid back in making his cum get pushed back inside of you. He laid down on top of you resting his head on top of your sticky chest. Your fingers played with his hair as the two of your laid there smiling ear to ear.

"I really do love you darlin. Every inch of ya, yer me girl ."

[sagesolsticewrites]

Welcome Home

Rosie finally returns home after his second tour, and you take the opportunity to show him exactly how much you missed him

Special thanks to my bestie @winniemaywebber for making a whole playlist for this fic??? What??? What in the world did I do to deserve such wonderful friends 😭

Warnings: mature content (oral (f receiving), PinV penetration), some dom/sub dynamics if you squint (Rosie’s switchyyyy in this 🥰), swearing, mentions of scars/wounds, historical inaccuracies (18+! minors begone!)

Word count: 1.8k!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based off the portrayal by the actors in the Apple TV+ series. I hold nothing but respect for the real life individuals referenced within.

Masterlist

You wait anxiously on the train platform, amongst a hundred other wives and mothers and friends waiting for their loved ones’ safe return.

When Rosie had told you that he was re-enlisting after his first tour… a thousand emotions had run through you at once. Terror. Disbelief. Pride. Of course your Robert wouldn’t be satisfied until the job was finished.

And now it was. Germany had surrendered, and Rosie was finally coming home to you.

There was a hiss and a squeal as the long-awaited train pulled to a stop, and then a cacophony of shouting and joyous cheers as loved ones called to each other.

You scan the sea of joyful reunions, searching for a familiar head of curls.

A shout of your name makes you turn your head, and there he is.

Eyes sparkling, mustache neatly groomed, looking as handsome as ever in his dress uniform, stood Rosie.

Your feet carry you to him as if they have a mind of their own, and Rosie fights through the crowd to meet you halfway, catching you as you launch yourself into his arms.

You laugh in disbelief— he’s here, holding you, he’s real— as you urgently press your lips to his, the tears you’ve been trying to hold back spilling over your cheeks.

You pull away just enough to catch your breath, noses pressed together, lips brushing as you murmur soft, hurried greetings of “welcome home, baby,” “missed you so much,” “so, so proud of you.”

After what feels like an eternity of being back in his arms, lips locked in a passionate kiss, Rosie pulls away just slightly.

“Take me home, honey pie,” he murmurs, and you nod eagerly.

You let out a yelp of surprise as, rather than setting you down to lead you out to the car, Rosie simply turns and carries you out to the lot with you securely in his arms.

He pulls you in for yet another urgent kiss when he sets you down as you arrive at the car, and the promise of more sparking in his eyes has you speeding to your Brooklyn apartment.

It’s difficult to unlock the door with his lips attacking your neck, never mind his wandering hands, but you manage it, and close it quickly behind you as Rosie wastes no time in leading you to your bedroom.

“I missed you,” he murmurs between kisses, pulling you flush against him, his hands resting low on your waist, “so much, honey.”

“Missed you,” you whimper, fumbling with the buttons as you make quick work of tossing his jacket off to some corner of your room as he does the same to your dress.

He catches on quickly, yanking off his tie and drab olive shirt, leaving him just in his slacks as he walks you backwards, leaving a trail of hot kisses all down your neck.

“Been dreaming about this for so long,” he mumbles against your skin, “Thinkin’ about what I was gonna do to you when I got home.”

You shiver as he lays you down gently on the bed, his fingertips tracing the satin edges of your brassiere.

“Want me to show you?”

His voice is hoarse and raspy against your ear, making goosebumps appear all over you.

“Yes,” you gasp, your hands wandering over his exposed skin for the first time in far too long, “Please.”

You feel him grin against your skin as his mouth attacks your neck, making your back arch off the bed. 

Once your neck has been thoroughly kissed, sucked, and nipped into submission, he steps back to admire his handiwork.

You let his gaze linger on you until you can’t stand it and lift one leg to nudge him into doing something, your breath hitching when he grabs your ankle, his eyes darkening.

A glint in his eye, he bends down to brush a kiss to your ankle, your calf, your knee… he kisses his way up your leg, making you whine when he avoids your increasingly damp core in favor of continuing his path up to your hipbone. He stops to scatter kisses all along your stomach before mouthing at the valley between your breasts as he makes quick work of your brassiere.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart,” he says, one hand coming up to cup your breast reverently, “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, trailing his lips to wrap around your nipple and suck.

His name leaves your mouth in a cry as he swirls his tongue around your peaked bud, pulling away with a pop to turn his attention to your other breast. 

Your hand buries itself in his curls as he pulls away once more, tugging him up for a kiss. His tongue meets yours as you moan into his mouth, grinding up into him with a whine in an attempt to ease the pressure in your core.

“I gotcha, honey, I gotcha,” he breathes against your lips, his searing blue gaze locking on yours as his mouth follows a trail down, down, down to the waistband of your panties.

“Robbie,” you whine, the old nickname tumbling from your lips as he digs his teeth softly into the flesh above your waistband, gently easing your underwear off.

“Oh, honey,” he gasps, taking in your damp core, “When I tell you I’ve been dreaming about this for so long…”

Before you can grind out an impatient stop talking, his mouth is on you.

You moan, long and loud, as he licks deep through your folds, his nose at the perfect angle to add just the right amount of pressure to your clit.

“Shit, darling,” he groans as he licks and sucks at your core, the vibrations making your toes curl, “Taste even better than I remembered, fuck—”

Unable to keep eye contact, your head falls back against the bed with a choked whine, your hands finding their way down to grip at Robert’s curls.

Each talented movement of his tongue brings you closer to release, that string of tension in your belly growing tighter and tighter. 

Robert’s tongue brushes a very particular spot inside you that has you gasping for air, giving his curls a particularly aggressive yank, which in turn causes him to growl against you— and that’s the moment that the string snaps and sends you over the edge.

You feel Robert’s mouth move frantically against you as you ride out your orgasm, his mouth and mustache damp with your release as he pulls away, brushing a gentle kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about doing that, honey,” he says, kissing his way back up to your mouth, “But none of them came close to the real thing.”

You smile into the kiss before he pulls away, hovering over you.

You take the chance to scan over Rosie’s body, tracing the lines and curves of him with your fingertips, taking in the scars and scrapes and bruises.

He freezes above you, avoiding your eyes as you try to meet his gaze, concerned.

Eventually, you realize what he’s having difficulty with.

“Robbie,” you say softly, cupping his cheek so his eyes meet yours once more, “You’re beautiful. These scars don’t change that. And I know you may not believe me right now—” you begin to brush featherlight kisses to the scrapes and bruises decorating his face and neck, “— but I’ll keep reminding you every day until you do.”

At his unconvinced nod, you take a chance. You leverage your weight and flip so that you’re now the one hovering over him.

“These scars—” you say between gentle kisses to each and every mark decorating his skin, “are a reminder to you and everyone who knows you that you’re a fighter. You— you stayed, honey, you did what you knew was right and saw it through to the end and even though I was absolutely terrified of losing you—” you inhale shakily as some of the fear you’d felt over the past few months seeps into your voice before you collect yourself, “I couldn’t be prouder. My brave, brave boy.”

You capture his lips in a tender yet heated kiss, and he melts against you, one hand moving up to fist into your hair as he pulls you impossibly closer.

You slowly begin to grind against him, your bare skin gliding deliciously against the fabric of his slacks covering the bulge at the apex of his thighs.

“Sweetheart, I—” he gasps desperately into your mouth, “shit, I need to be inside you. Lemme show my girl how much I missed her, please—”

You moan, the sound swallowed by his mouth as you fumble with his belt, Rosie wriggling out of his slacks and boxers impatiently.

You can’t resist grinding against him a few times, his breath catching at the feeling of your damp folds gliding against his bare cock.

“Honey,” he whines, burying his face in your neck, “Quit teasing, please, waited so long for this, lemme fuck you, please—”

You relent, nearly as unable to stand your own teasing as he is. Your breaths mingle as he positions himself at your entrance and you slowly, slowly, sink down onto him, biting back a stuttering moan as you stretch around him.

“Oh sweetheart,” Rosie groans, pretty blue eyes fluttering shut, “Fuck— you feel so good, honey, so tight—”

You whine at the praise, slowly rocking in his lap as you adjust to his size, gradually moving up and down his length at a toe-curlingly slow pace.

“Y/N, Y/N,” he gasps into your mouth, gripping at your hips in a futile attempt to speed you up, “Shit, you’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.”

An entirely too innocent giggle escapes you as you continue to ride him agonizingly slowly, teasing yourself as much as him. 

After several minutes of teasing, Robert’s soft pleading only adding to the growing tension in your core — “waited so long for this, honey, please, please don’t make me wait any longer,”— your breathing becomes heavy. Robert’s hands wander over every inch of you, leaving trails of fire as you finally, finally, speed up in earnest.

“Robbie,” you gasp, “Missed this so much, baby, missed you—”

“Missed you more, sweet girl,” he breathes, burying his face in your neck to muffle the stuttering moan that escapes him, “F-fuck, ‘m gonna—”

“C’mon, baby, please,” you breathe into his ear, fisting his curls as you feel your orgasm building, “‘M right there, please, Robbie…”

His fingers dig into your skin, groaning your name, hips stuttering as he spills into you, your release following almost immediately after.

Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, Robert letting out a soft whine as you carefully lift yourself off of him.

“I’m so, so happy you’re home, honey,” you whisper breathlessly as you curl up next to him on the bed, fingertips tracing his jaw, pulling him close so your noses brush, “I love you.”

“I love you more, honey pie,” comes Rosie’s soft reply, grinning against your lips as he pulls you in for a long, sweet kiss.

[blackmonitor]

AAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

THANK YOU!!!!

THANK YOU!

THANK YOU...

Tha....

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@addictedtostorytelling YOU ARE THE BEST!

(I just watched this episode yesterday and I had to ask for these ...... yes I'm this thirsty...)

"you made the shortlist for my team. you still interested?" "sure." "i have a couple of reservations." "reservations?"

[beatthisbi]

I feel like no one is talking about how cute Bobby was holding that baby this episode. Like I don't even want kids but I swear my ovaries were about to explode. And the way he holds her just really shows how comfortable he is with kids and now I really want flashbacks of him with his children as babies.

Now its got be thinking about how maybe in a few years Buck might have kids and him just handing them to Bobby. How Bobby will go full grandpa mode and absolutely fall in love the moment he holds them. And then I want Buck to ask him if he wants to know the baby's name and of course Bobby does. Then I want Buck to be like "it's (whatever first name I dont care) Robert Buckley, after his grandfather" and I want Buck to tell him this with a huge smile on his face. And I want Bobby to look at Buck with these soft vulnerable eyes as he realizes that he might not have got to see his kids grow up but he still got to raise one and now he has grandkids. And I want Bobby to tear up and hug Buck so hard while trying not to crush the baby and Buck to hug him back just as hard also crying. I also want Athena to be there with teary eyes and a soft smile as she watches her husband become a grandfather and her son become a father. I just want soft grandpa Bobby with Buck's kids 😭😭😭

[mostly-marvel-musings]

HE WON!!!!!!

Finally. Epic win Robert Downey Jr.

Nobody deserved it more. It’s been a long time coming 😭🤍

Also, fuck Jimmy Kimmel for that low blow. No one has had a better comeback than that incredible man. I will always be biased when it comes to RDJ.

Yay to all the winners. I teared up a bit watching Emma Stone win. She was stunningly good in Poor Things. Incredible.

Last but not least, Cillian Murphy, the anomaly. What a legend! He finally gets the appreciation he deserves. Such an underrated actor. He’s truly one in a Cillian 💫🌼

[verosvault]

🚨 SPOILER FOR EPISODE 8 OF BURROW'S END!!!🚨

‼️POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR WHEEZING SOUNDS, FLESH TEAR SOUNDS, SCREAMING/CHITTERING SOUNDS AMONG OTHER UNGRATEFUL NOISES‼️

Dimension20 "Burrow's End"

Episode 8

Timestamp: 1:30:19

Video Length: 3min. & 47sec.

THE TAPESSSS!!! OMGGG!!! WHO WAS THE FIRST TO ATTACK!!! IT SEEMS LIKE THE STOATS WERE FIRST TO ATTACK?!!! THIS IS SO COOL BECAUSE THESE STOATS ARE NOW REALIZING THAT THEY'VE BEEN ON THE BAD GUYS TEAM THIS WHOLE ENTIRE TIME!!! AHHH!!! 😱😱😭😭✋✋

I can't believe Brennan just WALKED OUT AFTER THAT! I THOUGHT SOMETHING HAPPENED TO TULA AFTER THAT! BUT NOPE! IT WAS JUST BRENNAN BEING SHOOK AFTER AABRIA'S DISPLAY AND FEELING BEATEN BY HER AND HER AMAZING PRODUCTION!!! 😂😂🤣🤣💀💀✋✋ THIS IS TRUE FEAR FR!!! EVEN BRENNAN HIMSELF CALLED THIS SCARY!!! 😭😭✋✋ OOF! "NEVERAFTER" WAS A WALK-IN-THE-PARK COMPARED TO THIS SEASON FR! 😭✋ THE TRUE HORROR SEASON LITERALLY!! 😭😭✋✋

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1st Tape: [Wenabocker] "I've actually never used one of these before. How does it- just gotta- Hello, my name is Robert Wenabocker. I'm the lead engineer here at Warren Peace Memorial Nuclear Power Plant. Hey guys, give me five minutes. I just got to log it. The time is currently 18:48, and at approximately 5:17 today, this facility registered a Loss of Coolant Accident in Reactor Charlie. At 11:20, all plant personnel were notified via intercom, and of course- (tape clicks)

2nd Tape: [Wenabocker] Hello, this is Dr. Wenabocker. It is 4/21/62 at 8:11. (repeating alarm sounding) The LOC logged on the 18th has proven difficult. Our structural engineers have noted significant integrity loss surrounding Reactor Charlie. Now, this integrity loss may result in repeated incidents of increased severity if left untreated. We are not doing that. We are handling things now with the repair materials on hand, and we should have this remedied within the we-. (tape clicks)

3rd Tape: [Wenabocker] (alarm continues, even louder) I don't care, I want two teams down there right now! Following on the official urgent materials request submitted. All signs, all signs are pointing to sabotage. This is a matter of national security! If we can't fix this- (tape clicks)

4th tape: [Wenabocker] It is 2:22, two hours post order of a full evacuation of Peace Plant by Director Simms. I stayed behind, since I'd already been um...I stayed in hopes we'd get a call from the outside with some idea on how to avoid a full core meltdown. But the cables on our comms are destroyed. Chewed through. You know, earlier this week, my team joked that evil spirits were behind all of this. As a man of science, you know, I...Hello? (creatures chittering) The facility has been evacuated. You need to- (tape clicks)

5th tape: [Wenabocker] (Wenabocker hyperventilating) (creatures chittering) There are five weasels. I don't know how they're doing it. I don't know what's happening. (glass breaking) No! No! (creatures chittering) (flesh tearing) (Wenabocker wheezing) (Wenabocker gasping for air) They're all so sneaky...

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THIS IS CRAZY INSANE AND I CAN'T BELIEVE ALL THE WORK THAT WAS PUT INTO THIS AMAZING SEASON! CARLOS LUNA DID SUCH A GREAT JOB! AABRIA SLAYS! THIS IS CRAZY AND FANTASTIC!!! DIMENSION20 HAS SUCH A PHENOMENAL CAST AND CREW!!! THEY CAN DO ANYTHING!!! THE SKY'S THE LIMIT HERE FR!!! ✋✋🫶🫶❤️❤️

[remersgf]

I saw that requests are open... Perhaps you could write a drable of Remer taking care of a drunk reader who's kinda sad and teary eyed and keeps telling him how much they love him? (Also your other writting pieces are really good I'm still re-reading some of them :DD)

thank u for this request it’s so cute i love it😭

doug remer x (implied)fem!reader

1k words

cw: alcohol, being drunk, SAPPY!!!

enjoy :)

“douuugguhhhh” 

you slurred as you knocked on the door of your boyfriend’s house. it was around 2ish, 3ish? you stopped paying attention hours ago. you and your friends had their weekly ‘going-out’ night, and by the end of it, you were craving the warm embrace of the tall-ass man you loved so dearly. that’s how you found yourself here; standing barefoot on remer and coop’s doorstep, heels in hand, and tears threatening to drop from your eyes.

remer opened the door, greeted with your teary-eyed drunk stature, and furrowed his brows at you. “y/n? what are you doing here? come in…” he said, wrapping an arm around you to pull you in and closing the door behind you with the other.

you buried your face in his chest, dropping your heels and clutching onto his sweatshirt. you let the tears fall without caring anymore, crying into him. he hugged you back and smoothed out your messy hair with a gentle hand. 

“douuug” you weep, “love you s’muchhh,” tears now soaking his clothes.

“what’s wrong? did something happen at the bar? talk to me, baby.” he said, concern and panic laced in his tone.

“n-nothin’. just missed you, thas’ all…” sniffling, you bring your head up to look into his eyes. 

“aww, hon. you missed me that bad?” he grinned. 

“shutnnup. missed my sweetie-pie” you babbled in between sniffles, pinching his cheek.

he cringed at your nickname for him, lightly swatting your hand away from his face. remer wiped the tears and running mascara from your under eyes, placing a soft kiss on your forehead shortly after. 

“jesus, y/n, how much did you drink? you smell like robert downy jr.…” 

“a lot.” you smiled lazily at him with half-lidded eyes.

“figured. let’s get you cleaned up, i’m assuming you wanna sleepover?” he asked, swaying you gently in his arms.

“please.”

he led you to his room, sitting you down at the end of his bed. you watched him rifle through his messy closet, picking out his shirts sweatshirt, and a pair of his (thankfully) clean boxers for you to wear as shorts. 

“need help…” you murmur, reaching behind you sloppily and trying to unzip your tight dress unsuccessfully. 

he motions for you to stand up and he unzips your dress, letting the straps slide off your arms and fall to the floor. holding your hands, he helps you step out of the fabric. he also unclips your bra for you, dropping it once he finally gets the clasp to disconnect. he’s always so gentle with you in times like these; replacing his usual silly self with a much calmer, caretaker-like personality. he always ends up babying you, even if he’s drunk himself, and you love it. it’s exactly what you need in those moments. 

you slip his sweatshirt over your head and slide on his boxers, rolling the waistband up a few times so they wouldn’t fall down. when you had finished dressing, you couldn’t help noticing remer looking at you with heart-eyes.

“you look so cute, all dressed up in my clothes.” he smiles, tucking your hair behind your ears. 

“i look just like you, you narc.”

“no, you don’t! you’re missing a couple feet” he laughs.

“thas’ not funny.” 

“yes, it is, dwarf. let me fix your face” he says, slipping away into the bathroom and coming back with a wet washcloth.

he wipes away your eye makeup first, the roughness of the towel making you whine. he moves on to the rest of your face, being sure to remove the mascara that ran down to your neck. 

“all better?” he asks.

“would be better if i had moisturizer, i feel like a piece of cardboard. i never understood why boys don’t use that stuff.”

“hand lotion works just fine for me.”

you stare at him blankly in disbelief as he stares back oblivious. he throws the washcloth in his hamper and doesn’t bat an eye at you. when he pulls you into another tight hug, your tears start again. he surrounds you, and your heart feels like it’s bursting with adoration. 

“y/n, why are you crying?” he cooed, “i’m right here. i gotcha,” squeezing your sides to emphasize his point. 

“i’mm love youuu..” you manage to say into his chest in between sad heaves for air.

“i know, honey. ‘i’m’ love you, too.” 

you stand there crying into him, hugging his torso for what felt like hours in your head. he let you get your tears out, softly rubbing your back and swaying you back n forth. after a while your breaths synced and your tears stopped, basking in the peaceful quiet.

“do… you have any tortillas?” you sniffle, looking up at him with a frown.

“you just want… one tortilla?” 

“can you get me two?” 

“of… course. yeah, i’ll be back” he replied, leaving to retrieve your precious tortillas. 

he comes back hastily with tortillas, two glasses of water, and a couple of painkillers for you to wake up to in the morning. you crawl into his bed, getting yourself comfy, and remer hands you a glass and your food. he climbs in next to you, squeezing up close and quietly observing your weak demeanor as you eat.

halfway through your second tortilla, you nearly fall asleep chewing. he slowly takes the rest out of your hands, mildly scared you were gonna bite his hand or something. he also takes your water glass, putting it on the floor next to the bed. you feel your eyes closing all the way, unconsciousness enveloping you in its warm embrace. remer carefully gets up, not wanting to wake you, and turns off the lights. he stands awkwardly in the dark silence and finishes your half-eaten tortilla before returning to you. what a strange man. 

scooting in back next to you, he holds you in his arms and pecks your shoulder, whispering an ‘i love you’ before falling asleep himself.  

[ramblings-of-lola]

Major spoilers for Downton Abbey

Sybil died and I am not okay. I can't. Why is it always my favorite characters and the kind ones that die?? 😭😭😭

And seeing everyone's grief in the episode broke me. I could not stop crying. And Cora blames herself and the family in part. And Mary and Edith's hug. And Tom pleading Sybil to breathe and not leave him and him kept calling her love 😭😭😭 And the staff grieved so much, even Thomas. Anna's reaction broke me. That's when the floodgates of tears opened. And Lady Violet reassuring Robert it wasn't his or anyone else's fault.

I knew Sybil was going to die but oh my word, it hurts. I'm dreading Matthew's death so much more know.

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Hi! What would be your dream SL for Aaron (and of course it can involve Robert, Seb and even Liv if you want)?

I wrote this whole thing about fauxbert going full crazy and "if i can't have you, no-one can" on Aaron... but then i hit a wrong button and everything was gone 😭😭😭

But anyway, that's what I want. Fauxbert turns out to be some con artist who met Robert in prison. And because Robert is incapable of not talking about Aaron, he's told him everything from their first kiss and hook up in the layby and their affair, to him saving Aaron's life and the almost proposal in the woods.

And fauxbert gets out before Rob himself does and finds this Barbara woman who is terminally ill and doesn't have much family. Maybe he worms his way into her life as her nurse or something, and through her he digs into the Sugden family (more). Vic rocking up at the funeral with Eric was just a nice added bonus.

Fast forward to now where Aaron is sooo in love with John (Robert Sugden who??) and maybe they're even talking marriage and babies - but then Rob comes back and recognises fauxbert as his ex cellmate Aiden Moore. He exposes him (or tries to) but everyone thinks he's just jealous.

Meanwhile Aaron is plot stupid and thinks fauxbert is just a really attentive lover and oh isn't it nice that he wants to move to Dublin with him?? For a plot job opportunity! So nice!

And Robert has teamed up with Jai (there's SO MUCH potential in that friendship) to expose fauxbert once and for all.

But it wouldn't be a Robert plan if it didn't backfire somehow, and fauxbert loses it and holds Aaron hostage in his flat/the garage/the pub/ somewhere Important™ to robron, and he's threatening to shoot him if anyone dares to come in.

Swirling is on standby with Hotten PD SWAT but eventually Robert is allowed to go in to "say goodbye" to Aaron. He tries to talk fauxbert into turning himself in and letting Aaron go but the three of them end up fighting over the gun - and we get the classic "gun goes off but we don't know who got shot"

And the obvious answer would be fauxbert - but it's Robert! And Hotten PD SWAT comes in and arrests fauxbert, and Rob gets taken to hospital and it's all Really Serious and they're keeping him in a coma - and Aaron flat out refuses to leave his bedside until he wakes up.

And when he eventually wakes up, we get the classic "loved one sleeping in uncomfortable chair next to hospital bed" and then a tearful reunion kiss and they talk about Everything (Aaron is no longer plot stupid and allowed to react and think like a normal human being) and get back together. And Rob moves in with Aaron because he needs to be nursed back to health.

And then when he's better, they suddenly hear Something Has Happened to Rebecca's plot aunt and Seb is coming home. Only he barely knows either of them and considers Ross his dad. And there is the drama of Ross wanting access to Moses, but Mack stopping him, and Rob and Aaron wanting a life with their son, but Seb himself only wants to spend time with Ross. And eventually Ross talks Seb into giving Rob and Aaron a chance because they love him very much, and robron kind of end up co-parenting with Ross, and in return they talk to Mack and Charity to let Ross see Moses again.

and Wendy takes a long walk off a short cliff and is never seen or heard from again 😉

[sebsxphia]

ok i was half asleep having my nightly thoughts lol and i had to wake up to send you this so i didn’t forget.. so imagine jake is taking care of you on his own for the first time and you’re crying because you want your stuffy named ducky, right? and jake is freaking out because he can’t find a ducky anywhere ! but it turns out the stuffy is a bunny that you named ducky, which he doesn’t figure out till bobby gets home😭

bunny. | ducky.

robert ‘bob’ floyd x little!reader x jake ‘hangman’ seresin.

￫ description: jake tries to find your beloved stuffed animal, “ducky” but it quickly turns to tears when jake can’t find them.

￫ word count: 1K.

￫ c/w: age regression, other than that all fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ a/n: i hope you enjoy this little fic my love! @uhmellamoanna <3 | woodland creatures | agere masterlist | main masterlist |

You reach up and sheepishly paw at Jake, tugging on his shirt as he closes the story book, “one more, ‘lease, Dada.”

You try your very best to make your voice sound as sickly sweet as you can to convince Jake to read you one more story before he tucks you into bed. He chuckles at your convincing proposition, but places the book on his bedside table and gives your nose a little tap which makes you stifle a giggle.

“I’m sorry, Bluebell. It’s ni’ night time.”

You pout in dissatisfaction and try him one more time, pleading for only one more story, but Jake is clear with his instructions. Tonight was the first time he’d be taking care of you on his own and he wanted to assert himself as your caregiver who could have fun, but also wouldn’t be as lenient as you thought. Jake held just as much of a responsibility as Bob did to take care of you.

The deal is done and Jake is tucking you in, that’s that. However, there is one condition that Jake will tuck you in with as many of your stuffed animals as you request. You list them off one by one and Jake collects them up and tucks them safely in next to you. There will be limited space once Bob gets home and curls up next to you, but you’ll be too deep asleep to notice.

“Mm, one more please, Daddy. Ducky!”

Jake frowns in confusion at your request and scratches the back of his neck, scanning his eyes around your bedroom.

“I, uh… I don’t think there’s a Ducky here, Bluebell.”

You mirror Jake and frown yourself with another small pout forming. “B- but, Ducky, Dada. I need ‘im to sleep.”

“I know, lil’ one, I know, but I can’t find him.”

You protest again, but as Jake turns your bedroom upside down and comes back from your playroom downstairs empty handed, your protests turn into wails and eventually shrieks of tears. Jake is quick to come to your side and soothe your hiccups, swiping his thumb over your cheeks to dry your constant flow of tears. Jake felt an immense of guilt that the first time he was here to take care of you, he had you in tears.

His own words catch in his throat and all he can do to console you is rock you steadily in his arms, shushing and cooing at you quietly. “Daddy Bobby will be home tonight and we’ll look for them, I promise.”

You nod meekly and settle for your beloved stuffed animals that you do have. Although your heartstrings still tug and pull knowing that Ducky was out there somewhere and not safely tucked up next to you. Jake does the best he can to stop your hiccuped tears and suggests reading you the bedtime story you never got.

An hour later and two more stories after, you’re deep in the throws of sleep. Your chest is rising and falling rhythmically and Jake can hear your soft snores. He lets out a hushed, yet contained, sigh of relief that you’re finally sleeping peacefully. As stealthily as he can muster, Jake slips out from under your tight hold around his torso to clean up downstairs before Bob came home.

“J? Honey?” Bob’s voice is a gentle beacon of light guiding Jake back to him and he falls into Bob’s embrace with the dish towel slung over his shoulder. Bob always had a knack for reading people and his favorite pastime was people watching, therefore he could tell with Jake’s slumped shoulders and head buried into the crook of his neck, that something was horribly wrong. “What is it, honey?”

“Bunny,” Jake pulls away from Bob’s reassuring embrace with a look of guilt etched onto his face. “They wanted, ‘Ducky’ but I couldn’t find ‘em anywhere. I don’t remember there being a duck and they couldn’t stop crying. It took them forever to fall asleep and this is my first time looking after them, and-”

“Jake, Jake,” Bob interrupted his flurry of rambling and squeezed at his shoulders. “Don’t worry, honey. They get tearful all the time with me, it’s not you. In that headspace it can be really hard for ‘em…” Jake relaxed under Bob’s touch and his shoulders shifted. “…and, ‘Ducky’ is a stuffed rabbit.”

Jake had a look of defeat and he sighed in exasperation.

“What?”

“Sorry, I should’ve said before I left. We picked ‘em up when we had a play date at a duck pond one time.”

Jake counted his lucky stars that Ducky wasn’t completely made up and he’d be able to console you now. Both of them snorted with hushed laughter and finished up downstairs, listening to Bob tell Jake about his catch up with Natasha. On the way up to their bedroom, Bob collected Ducky.

With a feather light touch, Bob traced his fingertip along your forehead and swiped a stray strand of your hair out from your closed eyes. He bent down carefully and pressed a tender kiss to your temple, murmuring against your flesh so you could just about hear his sweet call. “I’m home, Bunny. Missed you.”

You stirred from your slumber and blinked open your bleary eyes upwards at Bob. Your arms tightly got ahold around his neck and launched him down to the mattress. Bob made an, “omph” sound at the impact and directed you to look over to your side. Jake was sat on the edge of your bed with Ducky safely in his hands. You let out a dry squeal, your voice still laced with sleep, and reached out to Jake handing you your beloved stuffed animal.

“Ducky! Thank ‘ou, Daddy Jakey. Lo’ you.”

“You’re welcome, Bluebell. We love you too.”

By this time, half of the original stuffed animals Jake had given you had fallen out of the bed as he thought would happen. Bob neatly placed them together at the foot of the bed before sliding in under the duvet with you both, tucking you close to his chest. You slept soundly that night. Wrapped up in between your two lovers and Ducky clutched safely to your own chest.

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[writingsofwesteros]

https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/759506820182261760/a-doe-that-nearly-got-away-because-robert-ties?source=share

NAUR!!!!DON'T DO MY BABY LIKE THAT 😭

Stev refuses to be given by Robert. She refuses. She knew her duty but this had been the first thing Robert ever sais to her after she and Stannis arrived to King's landing after the siege. No warning. And wedding was to be in a week.

She could only stand in shock as Stannis and Robert started screaming at each other. Each word like thunder. When Stev says she won't Be given away by Robert. He is at first hurt and angry. She wants it to be Stannis.

Stannis growling to Robert "you already gave her the first chance you got. Let me carry the physical burden"

No thank you was given to either of them. The warmth of a brothers arms Stev now so needed, was withering cold. She says the words that haunt Robert

"we might not be Eddard Stark but we at least humored ourselves to think you loved us"

All she had thought on the way to King's landing was being able to hug Robert. Feel his great big body hide her away from all harms way. And now this was her welcome. She is proud, when he pardons lords..she is proud of his mercy...but she feels like her and Stannis got none of It.

No worries. Though their relationship has IT strains for the rest of Roberts days. It gets warmer. Stev will know again Robert loves the bones of her body, but it takes time. They are yet both too traumatized.

Also imagine Stev meeting oberyn to apologize for what happened to Elia and her children. He is of course angry and sickened. But looking at the state of Stev, The once beautifully soft lady, now thin and sharp...also knowing she had been already promised to the Kingslayer...he cannot help himself for admitting

"'tis not your apologies I want" he says lifting her chin "because I know the Tyrell men would have given you the same fate"

"I do not expect you to accept my apologies....I wish you to know that Elia and her childrens innocence shall not be forgotten, I promise you" she says tears rising to her eyes against her will.

"I accept them. But only from you, not your Brother or your future father in law" oberyn spits eyes red with fury. Stev does not recoil at the intent to kill behind his gaze. "Does your Brother know you came to see me?"

"he does not", Stev admits with a sigh. Oberyn nods coldly

"good. If he had I would have thought him even a lesser man. Sending his sister for a possible doom to a man wishing to get even"

Stev turns her eyes to The floor. Not wishing to speak of The state of her relationship with her brother right now.

Oberyn lifts her chin, his own eyes bloodshot "we don't hurt little girls in Dorne" he says voice breaking thinking of his niece and sister. "I hope that next time I see you, you have not been hunted down by lions too" he says kissing her head. "Goodbye Stevonna Baratheon"

Oberyn lifts her chin, his own eyes bloodshot "we don't hurt little girls in Dorne" he says voice breaking thinking of his niece and sister. "I hope that next time I see you, you have not been hunted down by lions too" he says kissing her head. "Goodbye Stevonna Baratheon"

I CANT DEAL!

She should just stay in Dorne!! :(