#hopefully I don��t give up on this and actually do the rest of the gang lol

[m0etenchandon]

Use me (Reader x dom!Joe Mazzello)

Pairing: Reader x Joe Mazzello Summary: You want Joe to show his dominant side, hoping teasing him in front of his friends will do the trick. Warnings: SMUT (18+!), dom!Joe, oral, fingering, choking, edging, spanking, unprotected sex (reader on birth control) A/N: Kind of a part two of “first date”, but it´s not crucial to read it first I guess. I also tried to make this inclusive for all skin tones, so hopefully it is. Thanks for reading! 4K words of this is pure filth so be warned. Word count: 5.6 K

Part 1 – kind of

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Joe had just gotten back from filming as you knocked on his door, which lead to him greeting you with just a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still wet, dripping onto his bare shoulders from his shower. A smile was plastered on his face as he pulled you close, lips pressing softly against yours. You kissed him back, one hand on his newly shaved face. Lips melting into his.

“I missed you”, Joe said as you pulled away. His lips met yours again for a brief second before letting you put your coat and bag away.

“It´s been two days, Joe”, you giggled.

“Two days too long”

The two of you had practically been inseparable ever since that first date a few weeks ago. You would always meet up after he finished filming for the day, or he would meet you for your lunch break. You were falling for him, hard. He was absolutely smitten as well.

You ran a finger over his jaw, pouting your lips at the absence of the light scruff he usually sported.

“Why did you shave? I like your beard”

“I know, baby, but we started officially filming today so it had to go”

His hands were on your hips, walking backwards and pulling you with him. He had a mischievous smile on his face, fingers grazing over your skin as your shirt rode up slightly. “Besides, now you won’t have beard-burns on your thighs”, he teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile sneaking its way onto your lips. He was always horny, his hands always touching you in some way. A day never passed without the two of you having sex at least once. Not that you complained, he knew exactly what to do to satisfy you. The sex was good, great actually, but it was always the same routine. You wanted to experiment, wanted to explore each other’s bodies more. Deep down you knew he was kinky. It was evident in the way his eyes would darken when you ran a fingernail down his chest, how he strained to not take control whenever you would give him a blowjob. He was hesitant, not wanting to put pressure on such a fresh relationship.

As the back of Joe´s knees hit the couch, he threw himself on it and pulled you with him. You yelped in surprise, brazing yourself on his chest as your legs fell on either side of his hips. Smirking, Joe reached up to connect your lips. It was urgent, tongue immediately seeking yours. One of his hands were on your head, keeping you close, the other traced circles on your hipbone. His lips were warm against yours and you realized just how much you had missed him over the two days. You moaned into the kiss, grinding your hips into his. “Getting straight to business, aren’t you Y/N?”, Joe mumbled against your lips. You could feel his cock stir underneath you, the towel creating a delicious friction against his naked body. “Hmm, we can talk later. I missed you”, you said as you started leaving kisses along his jawline. Joe stretched his neck, giving you better access as you nipped lightly at the skin. “Missed me or just a part of me?”, he giggled and thrusted his hips up to meet yours. You hummed against his neck as you felt how hard he was, sucking harshly on the spot just below his ear.

You were kissing your way down his stomach when there was a knock at the door. Looking up at him, eyebrows raised, you saw panic flood Joe´s face.

“Shit, I forgot I invited the gang over to meet you”

“What!? Fuck, what do we do?”

You were panicking too at this point. Joe had almost no clothes on, sporting both a hard on and a hickey on his throat. Your hair was a mess and your clothes all crimpled from his wandering hands.

“I, uh, I need to get dressed. Y/N, you have to greet them”, he said as he rose from the couch. He made a beeline for the bedroom, leaving you flustered alone in his living room. Shit.

Taking a few deep breaths before smoothing your hair and clothes, you opened the door to find three boys and a girl standing outside. Grins on their faces. Opening your mouth to greet them, you were cut off by them all entering his flat.

“Hello, I´m Ben. I´m guessing you´re the infamous Y/N?”, the blonde one asked as he shook your hand. His voice was deep, and you registered a British accent.

“Hi, yeah! Nice to meet you”, you answered.

“We´ve heard a lot about you”, the girl said as she pulled you in for a hug. She introduced herself as Lucy. Embarrassment flooded your body, hoping he hadn’t said anything embarrassing about you to them.

“Speaking of, where is he?”, Gwilym asked after you had shaken both his and Rami´s hand.

“Eh, Joe will be right out, he’s just getting dressed”, you answered, awkwardly gesturing for them to come sit down on the couch.

“Oh, did we interrupt something?”, Lucy asked, eyebrows raised, and a smirk plastered on her face. You felt yourself growing warmer, hands going clammy. Just as you were about to answer, Joe walked out. He threw his arm around you, kissing your forehead.

“Nah, I just showered”, he reassured them.

You felt immediately more relaxed in his presence, nerves calming even though you swear you could hear Ben whispering to Gwilym that he knew Joe was lying.

As soon as Joe stood up to get some beers from the fridge, the interrogation started. You had sat contently next to your boyfriend, listening to them discussing the scenes they had filmed that day. Now however, all their attention was on you, making you squirm in your seat.

“So, tell us Y/N, how is Joe as a boyfriend?”, Ben asked.

“Oh, eh, I think he´s great! Proper gentleman”, you replied, not really knowing what to answer. You were telling the truth or course. He was a perfect boyfriend.

“Not from what I heard”, Rami snickered. Your head turned towards him, breath hitching in your throat.

“W-what?”

“He told us about this date a few weeks ago that was sooo amazing, and how he hadn’t slept all night. Guessing that was you?”

“Did he now? I´ll have you know he didn’t see more of me that night than what you are at this very moment. He just has to boost his ego you know”, you answered with a wink. Again, it wasn’t technically a lie. It wasn’t the not-sleeping he was tired from, it was the morning after.

As if on cue, Joe returned. He handed everyone a bottle of beer before slumping down next to you, immediately pulling you into his side.

“I hear you´ve been talking yourself up about our first date, Joey”, you said, knowing the effect that nickname had on him. It was reserved for the bedroom, Joe had made that perfectly clear. You put your free hand on his thigh, squeezing gently as you felt him tense underneath you. “I seem to remember my clothes stayed on all night, and here you have been telling your friends that we stayed up all night having sex”.

You were teasing him at this point, getting him to remember that first night together. He was already so turned on from your previous make-out session, that it didn’t take much for his cock to stir in his jeans.

“Well, I didn’t say that explicitly. I just, uh, okay I´m going to stop talking before I get in trouble”

There was a pink hue on his cheeks as he joined the rest of group and laughed it off. You leant up to his ear, whispering “good idea” into it before nipping slightly at the lobe. A shiver ran down his back, hand on your waist tightening.

“Oh he has got it bad for her”, Lucy giggled.

Joe shifted in his seat again as your hand went further up this thigh. You were basking in the way you had him wrapped around your finger, hoping he would be rough in bed tonight if you teased him enough. It seemed to be working. He grew quieter as the night progressed, his eyes having turned a darker shade, fleeting all over the room. Joe was biting his lip, unable to focus on anything other than your hand so close to where he desperately needed it. You could see there was a slight bulge in his jeans. Pretending you didn’t notice, you were engulfed in the conversation happening in front of you. Ben was telling how Rami had tricked him into thinking Roger Taylor wanted him to actually play the drums for one of the songs in the movie.

“Isn´t that funny, Joey?”, you teased, turning to look at him. He tensed at the nickname again, as you softly dragged your hand over his bulge on its way to stroke his cheek, making it look completely innocent. Joe drew in a quick breath, closing his eyes for a second before snapping back to reality.

“Yeah, Joey, isn’t it?”, Gwil laughed, obviously making fun of his nickname.

“Don´t, Gwil”, Joe almost growled. “I´m just tired”. He added a fake yawn to support his lie, stretching his neck in the process.

“You´re gonna get shit for that hickey in makeup tomorrow, mate”, Ben snickered as Joe immediately put his other hand over the mark you had left on his neck. He turned bright pink, fingers digging into your waist. He was definitely leaving bruises.

“Didn’t know you had it in you, Mazzello”, Lucy giggled, taking a sip of her beer.

“Who said he does”, you teased with a wink.

Joe was mad at this point as Ben reached over to give you a high five, earning laughs from the guys. He was good at hiding it though, the only indicator was how hard he held you to his body, how heavy his breathing was against your head. How his eyes were travelling all over the room, his teeth almost drawing blood from his bottom lip.

“I think I´m going to get going, it was nice meeting you Y/N”, Gwil said as he stood up. The others mumbled something about leaving too, all heading towards the door.

“Nice meeting you Y/N”, Rami said and kissed your cheek before walking out. You gave Ben, Gwilym and Lucy a hug too, telling them how you were looking forward to seeing them at the weekend.

“Alright, good night. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t”, Ben called as he closed the door behind him.

It didn’t even take a second before Joe was on you, hands rough on your hips. His fingers were digging into your skin, lips biting down on your neck. You arched into his touch, hands finding his neck and pulling at his hair. He pressed you against the door, bucking his hips into yours. He was rock hard.

“You´re such a fucking tease, Y/N”, he growled into your ear before smashing his lips onto yours. The kiss was desperate, both of you eager to relieve the tension that was building before you had company. There was tongue, teeth clinking together, lip biting. Joe continued rutting into you, trying to get some sort of release. You whimpered.

“You liked getting me hard in front of my friends, didn’t you? Calling me Joey when you know the effect it has coming from that pretty mouth of yours”. He pulled away to look at you, lips swollen, hunger in his eyes. You nodded, biting your lower lip.

“Use your words, baby girl”, he growled.

“Y-yes. I wanted you to be mad so you´d fuck me properly”

He quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Properly?”

“I see you holding back, Joey. I want more. I want you to use me, do with me whatever you want”, you said as you ran a ringer down his chest. “I want you to be less vanilla”

“You don’t know what you just started, Y/N. I´ll show you fucking vanilla”, he almost spat into your ear, stopping your wandering finger. He practically dragged you into the bedroom. You were eager to follow him, heartbeat increasing and panties getting damper with every passing second. Seeing him like this had you turned on. It was new, exciting. His eyes were almost all pupil at this point, pants impossibly tight. He looked at you like you were his prey, making your legs almost buckle under you. His jaw clenched.

He was on you the second the door slammed behind him, lips rough against yours. Joe pressed his tongue into your mouth, his hands digging into your hips. Your arms were around his neck, pulling at his hair and earning a moan from the back of his throat. He bit down on your bottom lip before pulling back.

“Get down on your knees”, he commanded. You were caught of guard, never having heard this harsh tone from him before. “Now, Y/N”. His hand pushed your shoulder lightly, urging you to kneel in front of him. You looked up at him, waiting for his next command as he rubbed your cheek to show you some affection.

“First of all, we need a safe-word, baby”. His mean expression had softened, genuine care in his voice now. You quickly nodded. “How about penguin”, you asked, shooting him a puppy-dog look. A smile crept its way onto Joes faces before he pulled himself together. “Alright, baby girl. Still sure you want to do this”. He was clearly hesitant, but you knew he was turned on and hoping you wouldn’t say no.

“Yes, Joey”

He groaned at his nickname before he started working on his pants. Popping the button and pulling the zipper down, you could see his cock straining the fabric as more and more of his boxers were revealed.

“Be a good girl and suck me off”

Keeping eye-contact with him, you pulled his boxers down and wrapped a hand around his cock. It was rock hard, pre-cum leaking onto your hand. He watched you intently as you started stroking him at an agonizing slow pace. His hips bucked up at every stroke. Spitting onto his cock before licking a bold stripe from base to tip, you could see his eyes roll back into his head. You hummed in satisfaction, pressing a light kiss to the head of his cock before pressing your tongue against the string underneath it. Joe was grunting above you, hands coming down to put your hair in a pony-tail. He pressed your head closer, urging you to open your mouth to him. Deciding to tease him some more, you wrapped your lips around the very tip of his cock, lightly sucking. Joe pushed your head closer, hips bucking.

“I want to fuck your mouth, baby girl. Open up for me”

He rammed his cock down your throat the second you opened your mouth. It made you gag slightly, a string of spit running from your mouth to his shaft as he pulled back. “Okay?”, he asked. You nodded, steadying yourself on his bare thighs as you opened your mouth again. Joe´s hips thrusted forward as he guided your head down on his length with his hands. He went slower this time, letting you get used to the new feeling. You relaxed your throat, allowing his cock to slide down your throat. His grasp on your hair tightened as he started thrusting his hips. Tears were welling up your eyes as you tried to not gag around him. “You´re so good for me, baby girl. Taking my cock so good”, Joe moaned as you swallowed around him. Your nose hit his pubic hair as he kept thrusting, pulling out to let you catch your breath every once in a while.

“Look so pretty with your mouth wrapped around my cock, baby, holy shit”

You hummed in response, the vibrations shooting up his cock, hips stuttering at the sensation. You could tell he was close. He had closed his eyes, his thrusts less precise. Urging yourself to keep going, you ignored the burning in your throat, hoping he would reward you after. His moans were getting louder, the grip on your hair even tighter as his hips bucked up. “Fuck, I´m-I”. Joe didn’t even finish his sentence before he slid his cock as far back in your throat as he could, hips stilling as he held you against him. An animalistic scream left his mouth as he emptied himself inside, ropes of hot cum shooting down your throat. You swallowed around him, keeping perfectly still and letting him ride out his orgasm. His whole body shook as he finished.

As he slowly pulled out, his thumb caressed your cheek, wiping away the tears that had escaped your eyes. “Did so good for me, baby girl”. He pulled at your arms, hoisting you up to stand in front of him. His lips met yours, rough from his cock ramming in and out of them. You hummed against him, trying to grind your hips into his.

“Want me to touch you, baby? Hmm? Want me to make you cum?”

“Ye-yes, please, Joey. Need your mouth”

“Do you now?” Joes fingers started playing with the hem of your pants, sliding just below the line. “Well you see the problem is, Y/N, you were so bad earlier today. Getting me nice and hard in front of my friends. Bad girls don’t get what they want”

You gulped at his words, a devilish smirk on his face. “Strip”, he demanded. Joe stepped back, letting you pull your shirt over your head before ridding yourself of your jeans. He watched you, eyes following your every move. “Everything, baby”. Unclasping your bra and sliding your soaked panties down your legs, you stood shakily in front of him. You suddenly felt very exposed under his gaze, eyes travelling over every curve, every inch of your skin. Picking your panties up from off the floor, Joe raised an eyebrow at you. Fingers toying with the soaked material.

“You completely ruined these, you naughty girl”. He started walking towards you, dropping your panties before coming to a halt inches away. “Gonna have to punish you for that”

He leant down pretending to give you a kiss, but instead pushed you so you fell down onto the bed. A gasp left your mouth as you hit the soft surface. Joe yanked your legs apart, cold air hitting your soaked heat. His hands slid from your knees, down your inner thigh, stopping just short of where you needed him. “Let´s play a game, baby girl”, he whispered as he started rubbing circles just at the apex of your thighs. “I´m going to finger you, make you scream out my name. Only thing is, baby, there is a catch. You´re not allowed to cum until I say you can”

Your eyes went wide at his words. Joe knew exactly how to have you cumming within minutes, never failing to satisfy you. There was no way you could stop yourself, even if you tried. “Joey, you know I can´t”. You reached out to touch his face knowing he would melt under your touch, but he pushed you hand away. “If you can’t behave, I will have to punish you, baby girl”, he whispered into your ear. He nipped at the skin just below your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You reached up to pull at his hair, sucking in a breath as his fingers finally found your heat. He teased your entrance, before sliding all the way up to your clit, pausing to circle the sensitive nub a few times. His touches were light, almost ghosting, making your clit twitch and your grasp on his hair tighten.

“You´re completely soaked, baby. You liked when I fucked your mouth, didn’t you?”, he teased. You nodded, fingers digging into his scalp as he applied more pressure. Joe continued his assault on your neck, definitely marking you up, as his fingers slowly inched their way down to your entrance. He circled two fingers around your hole a few times before pushing them in. Your back arched of the bed as he filled you in a delicious way. “Oh my god, Joey”, you whined. Feeling him smirk against your neck, he curled his fingers and started pumping them in and out. Your arousal making it easy.

The palm of his hand rubbed against your clit, his fingers hitting that sweet spot inside with every thrust. You felt yourself nearing your climax embarrassingly fast, moans leaving your mouth. “Joey, I´m c-close”, you whined. He sped op his movements, biting down onto your neck. “Already, baby? You know you can´t cum”, he teased.

You were right at the edge, not even caring that you weren´t allowed to cum. You needed to, needed to chase that wave of absolute euphoria. Joe, however, could read your every move. He pulled his hand away from your heat just as you were about to fall over the edge, leaving you a panting mess on the bed. Your breathing was heavy, chest rising and falling as you tried to calm yourself. Clit twitching with need. This wasn´t what you had pictured when you said you wanted him to be more dominant in bed.

“Good girl”, Joe cooed as he ran his hand up your body. Stopping when he reached your breasts, he circled his wet fingers over your sensitive nipple. Your back arched of the bed, the stimulation enough to have your heat clench around thin air. You needed him so bad.

Joe kept up his ministrations on your nipples for a few minutes, before his hand started sliding down your body again. His touch left goosebumps along its path, finally reaching your heat. He wasted no time, plunging his fingers into your pussy and quickly starting to fuck you with them leaving you gasping for air. His name left your lips continuously, having no trouble bringing you right to the edge of an orgasm again. His fingers rubbed against your g-spot, palm pressing on your clit with just the right amount of pressure. You contemplated just letting go and taking his punishment, but he pulled away again just as you were about to let go.

“P-please Joey, I need to cum”, you whined as he brought his fingers to your mouth. You opened, sucking his digits clean, tasting yourself. His eyes were glued to your movements, cock twitching with the way your tongue swirled around his fingers. He swore under his breath.

“Not yet”. He pulled his fingers away from your mouth and went to get off the bed. “On your hands and knees, baby girl”, he commanded.

Obeying his orders, you positioned yourself on the bed in front of him. You tried wiggling your ass, desperately hoping he would let you cum if you teased him enough. Wetness were running down the inside of your thigh, your clit twitching with the need to be touched. Joe ran a finger over the trail of excitement making its way down your leg, collecting it before bringing it to his lips. Your mouth fell agape as his lips wrapped around his digits, sucking while boring his eyes into yours.

His hand left his mouth, smacking down onto your ass. You gasped, back arching with pleasure. Joe had never spanked you before, and certainly not this hard. You felt your bottom stinging, heat flowing to the area. Expecting him to spank you again, you were caught off guard as he plunged his fingers deep into your heat once more. The new angle meant he hit your g-spot with such a strong force, your knees almost giving out.

He continued his thrusting, his other hand coming down to rub at your clit. It was all too much, knowing you couldn’t hold in your orgasm, not even if you wanted to. You were moaning uncontrollably at this point, fingers clenching onto the bedsheets, needing something to hold on to as he coaxed you closer and closer. He inserted another finger, now working three of them at a rapid pace. The noises coming from your heat were obscene. His cock twitching with his own arousal.

“J-Joey, I-I can´t hold it anymore”, you managed to whine between the relentless thrusts of his fingers. This was too much, the coil in your stomach tensing up, ready to unravel. You didn’t even care at this point, happy to take every punishment as long as it meant you could cum.

“Don´t you dare cum, baby girl”, Joe growled. The hand on your clit disappeared for a second before coming down hard onto your ass. A yelp left your mouth as you collapsed onto the bed. Stars were clouding your vision as your high hit you like a brick-wall. “Fucking hold it”, you barely registered Joe saying, but it was too late. Nothing could stop you now, you couldn´t hold it. His fingers continued his assault, brushing against your g-spot with every thrust as your walls clenched around them. The coil in your stomach unraveled at a rapid pace, sending electric bolts through your entire body. Your legs were shaking, screams leaving your mouth as Joe continued pushing you down onto the bed with the thrusts of his fingers.

“Look what you´ve done, baby girl. I told you not to cum and you couldn´t even handle me edging you three times”, Joe said as he finally pulled his fingers out of your heat. He wiped them on the sheets before pulling you up on all fours again. Your knees and arms still wobbly from your orgasm.

“´M so sorry, Joey”, you tried, turning your head to look at him with puppy-dog eyes. “It felt so good”

“You´re such a fucking tease, Y/N”

His hand came down onto your ass again, sending you forward slightly before you managed to regain your posture. You ass was warm, stinging, but in a delicious way. Your clit twitched, desperate for him to give you another orgasm.

“I should just leave you here, open and desperate for me”, Joe teased. He started massaging your ass, soothing the burn on your left cheek. His fingers grazed over your heat, earning a yelp from the bottom of your throat. “But, the thing is, baby girl, I´m so fucking hard for you”, he continued. Joe leant forward, the tip of his cock ghosting over your entrance. You desperately tried to back onto him, needing him inside, but a strong hand came down on your hips to stop you. “Patience, baby girl. You already came, so fucking greedy for my cock, aren’t you?”

He pushed just the tip inside, one hand still on your hip to stop you from moving. It felt so good, but you needed more. Needed him to fill you up.

“Answer me, baby”, Joe growled with another smack to your ass.

“Shit, Joey, I-I need you to fu-uck me”, you stuttered, the burning sensation along with how good his cock felt just inside leaving you a moaning mess. Joe let out a low laugh before slamming inside you. Gasping, you found yourself clenching around his cock as he stilled. His name leaving your lips as you clung onto the sheets again.

He leant down to place kisses on your spine, blood boiling in your veins. “Is this what you wanted? Huh, baby girl? Wanted my big cock filling your pussy up?”, he whispered into your ear, goosebumps running down your back. You nodded, clenching around him to get him to move.

Joe spanked you ass again, pulling your hair backwards making you arch your neck. “Words, baby girl”, he growled before spanking you again.

“Y-yes, Joey. Need you to move”

He wasted no time, pulling back before slamming back inn. You were screaming as his hips thrusted against yours. The angle made him hit your g-spot with every thrust, and Joe was going at it hard. Balls slapping against your clit to create the slightest of pressure on the aching bundle of nerves. You could barely breathe, overcome by pleasure. His hand came down onto your bum, alternating between the two cheeks. He caressed them after every strike, soothing the pain.

Every ridge, every vein of his cock was dragging against your walls, and you found yourself nearing the edge again. Your ass was raw at this point, stinging with his every hit.

“J-Joey, please can I c-cum?”, you begged, desperately hoping he would let you. Still sensitive from your previous orgasm, the combination of his cock and his demeanor leaving you gasping for air. Arms and knees nearly giving out from the sheer force by which he was pounding into you.

“You are going to fucking hold it this time, baby girl”, he growled with another smack on your ass. It took all you had in you not to come right then and there, closing your eyes to try to focus on something, anything, other than the way the tip of his cock was brushing against your g-spot.

Joe pulled out of you before pushing you down onto the bed and turning you around. A whine left your mouth as you saw him, eyes dark and wide, sweat covering his heaving chest. His cheeks were red, hair messy. Letting your eyes wander down his body, they widened when you saw his cock. It was rock hard, red, angry. Completely soaked from a mixture of his pre-cum and your arousal. The sight made you clench your thighs together for some much-needed friction, but Joe yanked them apart, having none of it.

He settled himself between your legs, eyes meeting yours. “Need to see you when I cum, baby girl”, he hissed before plunging his cock into your heat. You closed your eyes at the sensation of him filling you up, moans leaving your lips as you were nudged towards the edge again. “Look at you all fucked out, taking my cock so well”. Joe sneaked a hand up your body, circling one of your nipples before coming to rest on your throat. Your eyes shot open, taken back by his sudden movements. He pressed hard, but you could still breathe. His eyes met yours, darker than ever before, making you let out a whimper.

“Do you like, fuck, like when I choke you, baby?”

You were unable to form words, a hand shooting up to grasp onto his forearm. You were so close, focusing all your energy on holding back your orgasm.

“I´m going to fucking cum, Y/N. Want to come with me?”

You desperately nodded, whimpers leaving your mouth. His free hand started rubbing two fingers on your aching clit, making you arch your back off the bed.

“Yeah? Want to cum on my cock, baby girl? I feel your pussy hugging my cock so good. You´re gonna make me fucking come inside your tight cunt”, Joe growled, the pressure on both your throat and clit increasing. You were so close, bolts of pleasure shooting up your body with every thrust. Every circle his fingers rubbed on your clit. “That’s it, baby, cum for me”

Your eyes rolled back as euphoria hit, wave after wave of pleasure washing over you. Your walls clenched around Joe, setting off his own orgasm. He continued rubbing your clit, urging you to ride out your high completely. His thrusts had gotten sloppy, your name leaving his mouth as ropes of hot cum coated your walls. Your legs were shaking, back arching off the bed.

When you finally came down from your high, Joe pulled out and rolled off you. Just lying beside each other, you tried to catch your breath. Both your bodies were covered in sweat, dopey smiles on your lips. You turned to look at Joe, eyes meeting his. They were softer than they had been moments ago, love flooding them. He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“That was.. wow”, you said, earning a laugh from your boyfriend.

“Yeah”

You rolled over, wincing slightly at the burning sensation on your ass and between your legs, and placed a soft kiss onto Joe´s lips. The kiss was laced with love, the lust and need from earlier having left completely. You were both satisfied. Your hand was on his chest, feeling his heart beat slowly returning to normal.

Joe were the first to pull back, eyes laced with concern as they met yours. “Did I go too hard on you, baby?”. He reached out to caress your cheek, making you lean into his touch.

“No, I liked it, Joe. I didn’t use the safe-word and I would have if I wanted to stop”

“Good, but..”

“But what?”, you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Next time you want to try something in bed, maybe tell me instead of teasing me in front of my friends. I will never hear the end of it now”, he chuckled.

“Hmm, that’s no fun”, you teased before connecting your lips again. You could feel him smile into the kiss. All the anger having left his body.

“Let´s get you cleaned up”

Joe stood and headed for the bathroom, leaving you to stare at him. Butterflies filled your stomach, a smile creeping onto your lips as warmth flooded your body. You were suddenly sure, this man was the one for you.

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GOT Recap: The Long Night

Airdate: 4/28/19 ; Season 8, Episode 3

The great battle we’ve so been anticipating is upon us and peeps are gonna die! I’m scurred!  The night is indeed dark and full of terrors – and in this particular case, it was so dark that many viewers (including yours truly) had a tough time actually seeing the action on screen.  So adjust your brightness settings, turn off all the lights, grab your stress ball and set a timer to remind yourself to breathe every 5 minutes, ‘cause this was one very intense episode and it’s time for a supersized recap of “The Long Night”. To get the full authentic feel of the show, I highly recommend you wrap some mesh around your eyes to make sure that you have to really squint to read all the words – ya know, so you can feel like you’re there with the characters.  Now, let’s get to it!

Is there any better way to start than a close-up of Samwell Tarly’s shaking hands as some dragonglass weapons are thrust into them?  I think not. Things are tense from the get go, y’all, and we follow Sam as he walks past all the various characters and groups as they take their places for the battle ahead.  

Lyanna Mormont shouts to her men in the courtyard.  Bran, accompanied by Theon Greyjoy and his men, shoots Sam a look as he is pushed in his wheelchair toward the Godswood.  Tyrion grabs a giant flask of wine as he makes his way to the crypts. A giant formation of Unsullied stand at the ready.  Ahead of them are the Dothraki on their horses – Ser Jorah Mormont is among them on his steed looking out into the endless black night.  Ghost is there, too! The Northerners and Free Folk are primed for the fight and we get a nice view of the lineup of all our favorites:  Brienne of Tarth, Jaime Lannister, Podrick Payne, Tormund Giantsbane, Gendry,  The Hound, Beric Dondarrion and Dolorous Edd – whom Sam joins in the formation.  

On the ramparts are sisters Sansa and Arya Stark as well as Ser Davos Seaworth – they peer into the dark, unable to see anything at all.  Overhead a sharp dragon shriek rings out – Daenerys Targaryen and Jon Snow soar past them on the two dragons, Drogon and Rhaegal.  The tension is palpable as the collective group stares off into the cold nothingness. The only sound to be heard is the wind.  They wait.  Out of the darkness, a cloaked rider slowly approaches the front line of Dothraki. It’s Melisandre, here to (hopefully) save the day! Or night!  She asks Jorah to instruct the horde to raise their swords.  As they do, Melisandre walks to one of the riders, clasps his blade in her hand and starts to chant some witchy voodoo words. The blade catches on fire and it sets off a domino effect:  A sea of Dothraki swords is set ablaze and it’s awesome to behold.  Damn straight, Night King, we comin’ for ya!!  Jorah gives a nod of appreciation, and as Melisandre’s horse makes its way toward the Winterfell gates, she passes Grey Worm and says “Valar Morghulis” (All men must die). He replies “Valar Dohaeris” (All men must servce). Ugh, all men must die?!  Noooo, it’s been nice knowing you, Grey Worm!

As the fire priestess approaches, Ser Davos instructs the guards to open the gates and he storms down to confront her.  They meet and she tells him to cool his jets.  “No need to kill me, dude, I’ll be dead before dawn.” Melisandre glances to the ramparts where she sees Arya looking at her.  Hey, now they’re like…what’s the female term for “Tunnel Brothers”…maybe ”Sausage Sisters”? They both stare at each other for a moment, stone faced.  

We get an awesome view from the ramparts of all the Dothraki with their fiery swords, and on the battle field, Jorah calls out to the riders to charge.  All the Dorthraki surge ahead, shrieking out their battle cries as they gallop along with Jorah and our favoritest  direwolf of them all.  Oh man, I really hope Ghost doesn’t bite it in this battle!   Jon and Dany watch from a hillside as the Dothraki advance in one huge fiery mass.  

We still can’t see any White Walkers or Army of Dead in the dark.  The Unsullied release their trebuchets and blazing boulders launch over the advancing Dothraki into the void.  Everybody at Winterfell watches on in suspense. As the boulders land, and the Dothraki meet their enemy, however, the fires are snuffed out one by one.  A few shouts are heard in the distance as the darkness swallows up every last flame. Oh crap!  

As the fighters outside Winterfell stand in shock, we hear horses whinnying and retreating in the dark. Dothraki run toward Winterfell on foot. Suddenly, Jorah gallops past – a vague look of shock on his cut face.  He rides past all the men standing ready to fight and looks Tormund straight in the eye.  Holy moly, y’all.  What the heck is out there and how are they going to fight whatever is coming if fire can’t even hurt the Dead?  The men on the ground steel themselves as creepy non-human sounds come at them from the distance.  Omigod, omigod, omigod, I can’t handle it.

From the hill, Dany starts for her dragon.  Jon stops her and says, “The Night King is coming.” Um, don’t you remember the plan to protect, Bran? Dany shoots back defiantly, “The Dead are already here.” She mounts Drogon.

Back on the ground, our protagonists brace themselves for what’s coming.  Grey Worm dons his helmet.  It’s go time!  As the creepy sounds get closer, the Unsullied hold their spears at the ready and suddenly a massive sea of dead soldiers steamroll them.  If you’ve ever seen World War Z, this is it.  It’s like a gazillion ants overrunning everything. Only instead of ants, it’s a bunch of nasty resurrected dead people coming so fast and in numbers so immense that it’s an ocean of wights washing over the soldiers outside Winterfell.  I can’t even keep track of who’s fighting who – it’s a huge terrible massacre.  We see a few shots of all our fan faves and at one point Jaime helps save Brienne from a few snow zombies.  

All of a sudden a jet of fire rains down – it’s Daenerys on Drogon, torching a bunch of the undead.  Huzzah! And a second later we see another fire stream – Jon and Rhaegal for the assist!  Gee, I hope nothing is happening to Bran in the Godswood right now. Truly, though, it’s the right call, and with the fire power of the two dragons, our people on the ground at least stand a better chance at survival.  Jon sees the Army of Dead and White Walkers further off in the distance and steers his dragon toward them.  But as Rhaegal approaches, a giant snow blizzard engulfs them. He can barely see anything, but manages to shoot off another fire stream onto the Dead below.

On the ramparts, Arya turns to Sansa and orders her to the crypts.  When Sansa scoffs that she doesn’t want to abandon her people, Arya insists she leave and hands her a dragonglass dagger. When Sansa protests that she doesn’t know how to use it, Arya states “Stick ‘em with the pointy end.” Yaaaaaassss, love the callback!

Back on the battlefield, the blizzard has hit the fighters.  It’s terribly disorienting, but our fan faves duke it out with the snow zombies. Sam falls to the ground during an attack and Edd helps him up, only to get stabbed through the back of the head. Noooo!  RIP, Edd!  Sam turns and runs.

Meanwhile, Sansa descends into the crypts.  “Ok, girl, just remember to be super chill when you see everybody and don’t let them know we are all completely effed.” As she approaches the women and children, she keeps a calm, cool demeanor.  Ya know what, Sansa’s chill factor is crazy impressive.  Remember the battle at Blackwater?  This gal knows how to lock it down and keep everybody else from panicking. She shoots Tyrion a lowkey “We are screwed” look and he chugs some wine from his flask.  Hey, I’ll take whatever comedic relief I can get at this point. There isn’t a lot of dialogue in this episode, and I gotta say the silent moments are on point!  Well done, thespians!

In the skies, Jon attempts to navigate his way through the blizzard on Rhaegal but suddenly another dragon bodychecks them – it’s Daenerys on Drogon.  Whoopsies!  They can barely see anything in this storm.   Both of them regain their hold and they see hordes of Dead continuing to advance on Winterfell.

On the ground, Tormund and Brienne instruct the fighters to fall back and Grey Worm commands the Unsullied to protect the retreating Northerners. Lyanna Mormont has her men open the gates to them and they file in.  Hey, would you look at that!  Other than Edd, all our peeps are still alive! Knock on wood!

Jon steers Rhaegal toward the Godswood, while Bran and the Greyjoy gang wait in the eerily quiet enclosure.  The dragon perches on one of the nearby walls.  

During the retreat, Arya shoots a lit arrow from the ramparts just past the Hound’s head, saving him from a zombie.  Nice shot! Some of the Unsullied pile into Winterfell, while another group holds off the Army of Dead.  Grey Worm stands outside the gates and calls out to Davos to give the signal to set the trenches on fire.  Davos raises two torches in the air – this is the clear sign for Daenerys to swoop down with her dragon, only…she doesn’t see it on account of that pesky blizzard.  Ugh, no! The Army of Dead are almost at the gates.  The archers attempt to light the trenches but their arrows flame out almost immediately. 

Grey Worm notices Melisandre nearby and gets a team of Unsullied to protect her so she can help out.  She lays her hands on the trenches and, again, does some incantations.  Nothing happens.  She continues.  The Army of Dead get closer and closer.  Nothing. She keeps on keeping on and just as a snow zombie comes careening at her, the trenches go up in flames, keeping the Dead at bay while the rest of the living retreat inside the walls of Winterfell. 

 From above, Daenerys sees the trenches and realizes she missed the signal. Drogon glides past the snow zombies and blasts another stream of fire on the Dead. Ok, timeout here:  Why doesn’t Dany just go full Zamboni here and  torch them all in one nice continuous line back and forth instead of just a solitary stream here and there?  I’ll be the first to admit that I don’t understand the complexities of dragon-keeping, or their diets, and the rock-solid science that goes into their ability to breathe fire, but I’m really feeling that both Jon and Dany’s dragons could be doing a much more efficient job at wiping out way more snow zombies than they currently are.

In the super safe crypts below, Tyrion argues that he should be above ground as there may be some important thing, which nobody else might have noticed, that might make a difference. Sansa dismisses his remarks, stating that he would die.   Being realistic about that fact is the bravest thing any of them can do right now. There’s a brief lighthearted moment as Tyrion muses that he and Sansa should have stayed married. She agrees he was the best of them all, but things would never work out between them because of their conflicting loyalties – he supports Daenerys, and she supports the free North.  I’ve been thinking for a while now that these two will end up together on the Iron Throne at the very end.  Might this moment be paving the way for that possibility? 

Theon and his men stand alert in the Godswood with Bran sitting under his beloved Weirwood tree.  With the trenches lit, Theon knows their time is running out.  He attempts to apologize to Bran for all the crappy things he did back when he tried to take Winterfell for his own, but Bran stops him and explains that everything Theon has done has lead him to where he is now – home.  Awwww, Bran, even though you’re completely devoid of emotion, you still know all the right words to say!  I’m thinking there’s a Hallmark greeting card career in this one’s future.  Or, also…death. Maybe.   Then Bran is all “M’kay, things are getting pretty real now, so, I’m gonna go.” His eyes turn white and he’s off in Wargyland.  We see some ravens perched in a tree and their eyes go white.   They fly over Winterfell and the battle between the living and the dead.  As they soar up, up, up, they see:  The Night King flying on Viserion. He stretches his arm down to the ground and…

The snow zombies  all stand motionless outside the burning trenches, but suddenly one solitary zombie walks straight into the fire.  Then another.  And another.  Until they have made a little pathway for all the other zombies to walk over them and descend upon the Winterfell walls.  Why is this happening?!  Davos rallies the troops to man the walls.  Once again in World War Z fashion, the Army of Dead start to pile up onto each other to scale the wall.  Nooooo, this is looking really bad for all the good guys inside the castle. Please tell me there is an army of Fire Priestesses coming to save the day.  Or Nymeria and her ginormous wolf pack.  Or anything, really, because this is absolutely freaking me out.  Jon is watches everything from his dragon perch, and as he looks up, he sees the Night King and decides to fly after him. Great, I’m sure this will go off without a hitch.

On the walls, we see all our beloved warriors – they are still alive, you guys!  I’m happy but I’m real scared for them.  Jaime, Brienne, Gendry, Tormund, Beric, the Hound, Sam and Jorah all give the snow zombies  a good fight, but the sheer volume of Dead is insane, and of course, more and more make it over the wall.

The whole scene inside Winterfell is pure chaos.  There’s fire and death everywhere and the Hound is huddled against a wall suffering a panic attack.  We finally see Arya in action and it’s bee-you-tee-ful!  She fights off wights like it’s an art form, while Davos looks on with awe and respect.

Beric tries to rally the Hound, who has lost all hope and exclaims “You can’t fight death!” Just then, Arya bounds over a wall, slaying snow zombies like a boss and darts off inside Winterfell castle.  “Tell that to her,” says Beric.  This manages to get the Hound back into the game – they run after her.

With a terrifying crash, a snow zombie giant bursts through the Winterfell gate, swinging his club everywhere.  He hits Lyanna Mormont who flies through the air like a rag doll.  As the giant continues to pummel anybody in a 20 foot radius, Lyanna musters the strength to get back up on her feet and runs at him with a primal scream – battle axe in hand.  The giant wight picks her up with one hand and crushes her bones.  Ew, so gross…poor Lyanna! He lifts her to his face and she gets a look at his nasty mouth and rotting teeth just before she plunges her dragonglass axe straight into his glowing blue eye, killing him.  Oh, man, RIP Lyanna Mormont, you badass, you!  A hero to the end – I love her!

In the skies above the Godswood, Jon and Dany hover on their dragons, when the Night King appears out of nowhere on his zombie dragon.  Viserion blasts a stream of blue dragon fire at Dany and Drogon.  In the attack, Rhaegal falls in a tailspin with Jon holding on for dear life. Meanwhile, Drogon darts upward, trying to avoid the dragon fire and Dany clutches on to him – lucky for her, dragon fire don’t hurt!  Or does it? Just as quickly as he appeared, the Night King vanishes and Dany and Jon regain control of their dragons.

Arya makes her way into the Winterfell library – wait, Winterfell has a library?!  A few wights are wandering around aimlessly.  It’s an excruciatingly suspenseful scene as Arya froggers her way from one stack to the next, expertly avoiding the snow zombies at every turn, until she finally makes it to the other side of the room and out the door.  Gotta say, I’m not really sure why she’s inside and where she is heading, but it’s still a cool scene.  When she closes the library door behind her, however, she hears more wights and a few burst through a different door nearby.  She fights them off and races through a bunch of corridors.

We get a quick view into the crypts – the women and children can hear terrified screams and bumps up the stairs, but they are still safe.  For now.

Elsewhere inside the castle, Beric and the Hound cautiously make their way through the maze of passageways. A door bursts open and Arya thuds to the ground on her back, trying to kill the snow zombie on top of her.  Beric saves her life and fights off the next round of wights, while the Hound ushers Arya down another hallway.  Even more of the Dead come and Beric valiantly holds them off, sacrificing himself as a human barrier in the hallway.  Arya and the Hound duck into a room, and a critically injured Beric follows them and collapses to the floor as they bar the door.  Arya crouches next to Beric as his last breath escapes his chest and his eyes go dead.  

Oh hey, looks who’s also here in the room!  It’s Melisandre.  She tells Arya the Lord of Light brought Beric back for a purpose, and that purpose has been served. Arya turns to the Red Woman and goes “Hey, I know you.  You made lots of freaky predictions for me, and you were right about them.  Like how we’d meet again and how I’d kill a bunch of people.” -“And here we are. I also told you that you’d close a lot of eyes forever:  brown eyes, green eyes…and blue eyes.”  The wights claw and pound at the door.  Melisandre leans into Arya and says “What do we say to the god of death?” Arya stares at the door and replies “Not today.” She takes a moment and then runs off.

In the Godswood, Theon and his crew defend Bran from tons of snow zombies and they are doing a pretty good job.  And what’s Bran doing?  Still warging, but we don’t know what he’s seeing, so one can only presume that he is watching all the series finales of Lost, The Sopranos, Dexter and Seinfeld and taking notes on what not to do.  

The Night King is in full destruction mode and has his dragon blast a huge hole in one of the Winterfell turrets.  Jon is right on his tail and we have a mid-air dragon fight between Rhaegal and Viserion.  Dany is close by and sees the Night King fall off his dragon.  Jon’s dragon, meanwhile sustains some injuries in the fight and ends up crash landing – Jon is thrown off into the snow during the crash.   Jorah, who is fighting in the courtyard, looks up when he hears a dragon’s distressed cry. Is his Khaleesi in trouble?

Daenerys spies the Night King on the ground.  It’s time to dracarys the crap out of this mofo!  Drogon blasts out a long stream of fire and the Night King is engulfed in flames.  

Jon is nearby and stumbles toward the inferno.  But as the fire subsides and the flames die down we see:  the Night King stands there unharmed.  He glares at Daenerys, and then he gives her a winning smirk and pulls back his spear arm.  Daenerys acts fast and gets her dragon airborne just in time for the spear to miss them.  Question…might the Night King be a Targaryen and this is why he doesn’t burn?

The Night King walks toward Winterfell and Jon runs after him.  Night King stops, turns to look at Jon and goes “Hey, bro, wanna see my fun parlor trick again?”  He raises his arms and we all know what’s coming.  The dead are all being resurrected!  Noooo!  Fallen bodies rise everywhere: the battle field, the Winterfell courtyard, and of course also…the crypts, and we see the Night King’s lieutenants walk through the Winterfell gates.  Meep! The Night King gives Jon a “That’ll keep ya busy for a while” look and turns to leave.  I’m officially losing all hope here.

Back in the Godswood, Theon and his guys still fight off the baddies while Bran is…still warging!!! Omg, Bran, seriously?  He better be seeing something really great and have figured out some fantastic way to kill the Night King.  But ya know what?  We just don’t know, because we don’t get to see any of it.

Surrounded by a fresh Army of Dead, Jon looks about done for, but Dany swoops in to save him and torches a bunch of snow zombies.  Well, that’s a good sign, considering the tense moment they shared before the fighting began.  Jon yells to Dany “Bran!” and she tells him to go save him while she handles the wights on the ground.  In a matter of seconds, a bunch of snow zombies have jumped atop of Drogon and the dragon takes to the sky to shake them off – and Daenerys falls off. Great.  She is surrounded by wights and just as an undead zombie is about to strike, its head is chopped off by:  Ser Jorah Mormont for the win!!! Wooooot! He fights off more wights and Dany picks up a sword – they back up to each other, ready to take on more of the dead.

Jon battles his way through the gates and in the courtyard he sees his friends fighting for their lives – overpowered by the mass of undead that are attacking them.  Sam is on the ground and Jon just keeps running.  Brienne is also struggling.  It’s all completely hopeless.

In the Godswood, Theon is out of arrows.  He and his men continue to put up a brave fight, while Bran is still off on his warging vacation.  DUDE!!! Can you please for the love of the Old Gods and the New figure out a way to help everybody?

The crypts aren’t looking any better, what with all the dead Stark skeletons attacking everybody. Sansa and Tyrion hide behind a grave and have a long wordless exchange as they look at each other, accepting that these may be their last few moments alive.  

A haunting melancholy song starts to play over all the following scenes:

Sansa pulls out the dagger Arya gave her, and Tyrion kisses her hand before they both leave their hiding place and run to…I don’t know…commit suicide in once last heroic act to kill as many wights as they can before they go down?

The music continues and we get snippets of all our heroes in great peril.  Jon makes his way through the courtyard on his mission to get to Bran, but the ice dragon, Viserion, is in his path, spewing his fiery blue stream everywhere, and Jon keeps having to retreat for cover.  

Jorah and Dany continue to fight off snow zombies.

The crypts are a mess, but Sansa and Tyrion have managed to find a safe alcove with Varys and a few others.

Jon keeps attempting to advance toward the Godswood but the dragon stops him at every turn.  

Theon shows some mad fighting skills, and it’s really a nice redeeming moment to see him working so hard to protect Bran.  He battles the last of his attackers, when looky here…in slow motion to the haunting melody, we see the Night King and his White Walker entourage saunter into the Godswood.

There’s one last shot of all our brave men and women in the courtyard – Jaime, Podrick, Grey Worm, Brienne, Tormund, Sam – they are all completely screwed, fighting off zombies with a snowball’s chance of survival.  I do not like this one bit.  

In the Godswood, Theon puts up a final fight and kicks snow zombie butt like a boss till none are standing.  Finally Bran’s white eyes flicker back to consciousness.  “Oh hai, y’all! Did I miss anything?” Great timing, Bran.  I hope you have an ace up your sleeve.  Bran looks at Theon and in a far off voice tells him “Theon, you’re a good man. Thank you.”

Theon casts one last glance at Bran, then grabs a spear and runs headlong at the Night King who stands there cool as a cucumber.  Seeing how it’s all in slow mo, it takes a good while and all I can think is “Oh, dude, there’s just no way.” Sure enough, at the moment he is within reach, Night King grabs his spear, and impales Theon Greyjoy.  Ya know what, I gave Theon a lot of flack throughout the series, but this episode he really came through as a brave warrior and got the absolution from Bran that he has so craved. I am just a teary mess at this point.

Again, we get lots of cutaways to all the other peeps who are pretty much about to bite it – including Jorah who takes some gnarly hits as he continues to protect Daenerys.  Jon rises from his place of cover, looks at Viserion and screams at him while the dragon hocks up a nice big fireball loogie to spew at him.  Really, Jon?  That’s how you’re gonna go out?

The Night King walks slowly to Bran who looks up at him like “You wouldn’t hurt a guy in a wheelchair, would you?”  Ok, actually, Bran looks as vacant as ever, ready to accept whatever fate has in store for him.  He glances at the snow sword the Night King has on his back like “Soooo…you gonna use that on me bro?” Night King looks back like “Oh, you like this?  Let me introduce the two of you.” This music is killing me, people.  It’s the saddest tune ever.  Night King reaches back behind his shoulder and BOOM, out of nowhere Arya flies through the sky behind him, her catspaw dagger clutched in her hand.  But the Night King spins around and grabs her mid-air by the throat.  She drops the dagger and it falls in slow motion…and then...Arya catches it with her other hand and with one fell thrust, sticks him with the pointy end right in his icy belly.  OH. MY. STARS.  The Night King immediately shatters.  In a chain reaction, all his White Walker lieutenants, the snow zombies, and his ice dragon, crumble to the ground.  Arya lands like the boss queen that she is and instantly achieves GOAT status in all of Westeros.

We get a view of our faves again – Ser Jorah collapses.  Jon is alive. All the important people from the crypts are alive, and Arya and Bran stand alone in the quiet Godswood, corpses littering the snow.

Danerys holds Jorah, sobbing, and he dies in her arms. Nooooo!  RIP Ser Jorah!  This awesome friendzone 4eva warrior died protecting his Khaleesi, and that’s pretty much the only way he would want to go out, but it breaks my heart nonetheless. As Dany cries and cradles him, Drogon swoops down beside his dragon mama and protectively covers her with his wing.  Awww, Drogon, that is sweet, but also: Where the hell were you like 10 minutes ago, hmmm?!  It does NOT take that long to shake off a few undead snow zombies.

The Hound and Melisandre emerge into the outdoors.  Melisandre keeps walking, past the dead, through the gates of Winterfell.  Davos watches as she walks into the sunrise. She lets her cloak fall to the ground.  As she walks through the battlefield, she removes her ruby necklace and drops it in the snow. We only see the back of her as she continues on.  Her hair turns white and her walk becomes stilted.  Finally she collapses with an air of release and exhaustion and the wind carries away a wisp of dust where she lays.  Gurl, I feel ya.  Aaaand roll credits.

Whuuuuuut just happened??? This was such an incredibly tense episode and it had me tied in knots, but honestly, that ending had me feeling major disappointment in terms of the end of the Night King and the Long Night and everything – it’s all over, just like that, and now we’re just back to the petty business of getting Cersei off the throne?  Yes, it was a good and very suspenseful episode, but I had a lot of expectations that were not met.   

Part of that may be because I was reading so many theories that had to do with the prophecies around Azor Ahai and Lightbringer that are mentioned in the books, so maybe that’s my bad.   And I thought Jaime would play a much bigger role than just fighting next to Brienne.  Especially after Jaime’s chat with Bran the previous episode.  

Mostly, I’m bummed that the Dead storyline is dunzo, because I felt there was a lot of mythology around the Night King and the White Walkers and the Children of the Forest, and the Three Eyed Raven that we didn’t get much information on.  Why did the Night King decide to take over the world now? Who was he as a human? If White Walkers were defeated 1,000 years ago, how did they come back? What about Night King’s ability to transform babies into White Walkers, and yet we don’t see any White Walker nursemaids anywhere?  Who is raising the White Walker toddlers, people???   Well, it’s all moot now, but I’d still like to have known.  

What about all the fire priestesses who have been rallying for Dany in Essos?  And what did Melisandre do while she was away - I assumed she’d be gathering her squad and coming up with a much better game plan than “I’m gonna light a few useless things on fire”. Ok, she did give Arya that last pep talk to send her on her way, but really, that was her big contribution and it seemed lacking overall.  Why didn’t we get to see what Bran was doing while he was warging the whole time?  I wanted flashbacks!  I wanted him to accidentally pull a Hodor on the Mad King and be the reason the king went mad - all while Bran was digging in the past, trying to figure out a way to kill the White Walkers AND then go even further back in time and build the Wall...and all the other crazy theories I’ve read.  I wanted Tyrion to surprise everybody and be like “Guess what, I still have a Wildfire contact and I got us some secret sauce to kill the White Walkers”. 

And then there is Nymeria and her giant wolf pack - I thought they’d show up and kill some wights. Also: Are the Reeds (Meera and her dad, Howlan) just totally MIA, even though all the Northern bannermen were called to help Winterfell?   I feel like they would have shown up to help.  Also, the show  was making a really big deal out of the crypts in the GOT Season 8 trailers - they have gone to the trouble to include them in the credits. There has to be more to the crypts than just everybody hiding there in this episode, and having the dead come back to life, right?  I hope so.

I will give credit to the good parts that I really loved – like Arya’s badassery and her saving the day by the Weirwood tree where Bran gave her the catspaw dagger to begin with. That same dagger, which was used in the assassination attempt of little  Bran.  In a way – just as Littlefinger mentioned - that dagger did start a chain of events that led all the Starks to where they were today, with the skills they’ve acquired to help rid their world of this one huge threat to humanity.  It’s poetic and I appreciate that.  And I really enjoyed the Sansa and Tyrion moments.  Those two are totes gonna get together, and I really do think the way things will shake out, we’ll see them on the throne at the very end. But, I guess I’m just sad that in the end the huge threat of the White Walkers seems like it was simply a red herring side plot and now we’re back to business as usual.  

It seems really unfair that this huge epic event took place and the only people who know about it are the Northerners. It didn’t affect anybody else in Westeros, and yet it is the most important thing that happened, because if the good guys had failed, it would have rendered everybody else in Westeros dead – and I feel like they will get no love or appreciation from anybody for that.   I just felt like the war against the White Walkers was such a big thing and instead it’s just all “Meh, they’re gone. Next chapter!”  I mean…what purpose will Bran serve now?  

And while it is, of course, sad to see Dolorous Edd, Beric Dondarrion, Lyanna Mormont and Theon Greyjoy die, it’s kind of small potatoes.  The only death that was super impactful was that of Ser Jorah Mormont, because the other characters were likable yet minor when you look at emotional stakes for the viewer.  It just doesn’t seem very Game of Thrones-y to not lose some huge players. Can the whole remaining Stark family really survive the rest of the series?  Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy all our fan faves are still doing well, but I expected to feel much more gutted by this episode.  Maybe they are just saving their deaths for the next few episodes. Double meep! Omigoodness, I just realized that I’m sad that the writers didn’t emotionally flay me.  What the heck have you done to me, GOT?!

Anyway, I’ve had a few days to process it all and have come to terms with the fact that the whole Long Night, “Winter is Here” plot which had so much mystery, prophecy and cool potential, just ain’t happening anymore.  It is, after all, called Game of Thrones and not Game of Surviving the Freaky Deaky Undead Weirdos, so I’m coming around to the fact that our heroes are now going to focus on who’ll be on the Iron Throne.  I just…hate Cersei and don’t want to see her stupid face anymore. I’m kinda hoping there is a secret passageway from Winterfell to the Red Keep and Arya can just go to Cersei, disguised as Jaime and kill her already.  Ok, those are all my thoughts for now.  I’ll see ya here next week!