#shit all that stuff w hunter though he really just never fucking wins

[rosemary-sins]

i cant believe im going INSANE i cwnt believe im going CRAZY going STUPID going aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

(everyone say thank you @ the owl house crew ily)

#(spoilers) rants in the tags #petal down #toh #toh s3 #toh s3 spoilers #flapjack. flapjack i. saw it comign but oh f uuuuu #they confirmed masha/vee (or the closest we'll get) and like! oh my GOD? #i love them i love them so much #also camilla just choosing to go w them. f UCK man #god n the lumity bits and the fact that they were just fine w everything #i mean i expected them to be fine w everything but oh my g od it was still. #man. 'no more secrets' if i had a dime man #the shipping bits we got were good. crumbs but do good. thank u. gimme raeda now #(also once more say it with me FUCK DISNEY FUCK DISNEY HARD. i know we shoudl focus more on what we have n what we have is so fucking good) #(but also literally! fuck disney for taking their time away. fuck man) #shit all that stuff w hunter though he really just never fucking wins #also confirmation on evelyn being a hot witch gf! fr belos gets no bitches #caleb can get it good for him good for him #part of me wants darius to adopt hunter and the other says hes hunters weird uncle instead. n like camilla adopts him. give camilla more ki #kids #coughs. god i miss raeda #shit like 100 plotlines went by all at once irs almosr too much lmao #shit man. it was good though. it hirt in a good way. #also hunter w the little wolf shirt i cant believe god is real #also qhere te FUCK is luz palisman. also basically confirmed its gonna be a snake tbh. like all the snake themes eunnin around #the lamp the shirt she was wearimg etc etc. maybe its a red herring idk. i wanted a bird but i love snakes so this works too #also they were fucking INSANE for that one animation scene yall fuckin KNOW the one holy SHIT HOKY SHIT HOLY SHIT... #my eyes are fucking blessed rn god infucking love it

[blookmallow]

so i met the prince of madness, discovered some Weird Shit, and made another character despite never using the second one i already made 

---

i was minding my own business walking down an abandoned corridor and suddenly im in this mad tea party in the middle of some spooky woods

OH !!! FUCK

what a LOOK

i had to help a guy dealing with his tiny, tiny personification of courage getting beat up by Self Doubt and Anger i could NOT make this up if i tried 

sheogorath also gave me these clothes apparently bc i had them for some reason. this is incredibly silly 

SO I WENT ON A MISSION WITH FARKAS AND UH

APPARENTLY MY FRIENDS HAVE BEEN WEREWOLVES ALL ALONG. THE MORE YOU FUCKIN KNOW

i legit did not see this coming at ALL but im a lil annoyed that i got tricked into joining the werewolves but seem to not be allowed to join vampires (i know if you get attacked by a vampire you have a chance of catching vampirism from them but like. vampires are mostly just Enemies like bandits or w/e) 

farkas says the. silver hand or whatever they’re called are “bad people who don’t like werewolves” but arent they doing the same thing the dawnguard are doing. i dont understand the werewolf/vampire lore in this at all like

vampires are mostly just enemies, there’s a league dedicated to hunting them who seem to be mostly considered heroes, the guards mention these hunters positively, they recruit openly in whiterun

vampires seem to be pretty universally hated and considered evil

but the companions, a pretty highly respected guild, are all werewolves (it’s probably not totally common knowledge, but they are, ) the werewolf hunters are depicted as the bad guys, every werewolf ive met so far has been a friendly npc / at least someone you can hold a conversation with, while every vampire has been just an Enemy

the companions seem to be able to control their werewolf powers and transform at will rather than randomly, but the guy in falkreath cant control it and murdered a child/is outcast by society 

so i guess “its ok to be a werewolf If you can control it” seems to be the verdict here but then i havent seen anyone claiming its ok to be a vampire if you can control it?? i dont know skyrim’s vampire rules but usually they’re able to survive on animal blood or by like, consensual feeding that doesnt take enough to kill the host. werewolves and vampires both can’t necessarily help what they are but it seems like way more of a choice to become a werewolf. i guess vampires Have to drink blood and werewolves dont Have to hurt people but they cant. help that 

idk theres some weird double standards going on here and as a person who loves vampires and doesnt care for werewolves im just :/ 

farkas might also be in love with me now 

(ive read you Can marry him but he hasnt noticed my amulet of mara despite. saying shit like That :’) im not rly interested in him tho. i like him but i dont Like him like him. hes maybe second on the list of ‘If I Had To Pick A Dude’) 

i found two of the same guy out in the wilderness

like. its hard to see here but it was, im pretty sure, the same model, twice. the same voice. the same lines. it was very strange :’) im guessing theres probably a pool of random hunters/travelers/bandits/whatever you can run into that just sort of get generated into the world and. something went wrong 

i dont remember what we were talking about but i suggested Why Not Simply Eat The Soul Gem and she was delighted by my innovative ideas. im on a quest to retrieve a spoon for her that she somehow lost halfway across the country. i love her

i just figured out who she reminds me of she is absolutely tannis,

then i also made another character despite the fact that i already never use my khajiit but shh

this is amaranth shes horrible and shes on a mission to Wreck Everyone’s Shit 

she has very faint swirl tattoos on her face and i wish id made them brighter, i liked the subtleness of it but you effectively just cant see it ever 

not that it Really matters so much what my characters look like since u cant see them 90% of the time but Listen

i can fix it when i get her to riften i guess though

anyways she wants to be a powerful mage, has No morals, wants to kill every last imperial for what they (almost) did to her, but doesnt really support the stormcloaks either, just supports Herself and Chaos 

shes not trying to just Murder Literally Everyone In Her Path but like. is basically looking for Any excuse to kill someone. doesnt want either side to win. just wants to watch the world burn. probably going to join and betray Both sides

i dont remember why i murdered a guard (i remember it was in belethor’s shop so i probably tried to steal something and failed) but anyway, i murdered a guard, and can just like. walk around town wearing the clothes i stole off his corpse and nobody minds 

they minded very much that i killed him lmao but i gave up trying to fight the guards bc more kept coming so i just took the jail time and now im forgiven, I Guess, 

seems like owning a full set of guard armor, which includes a helmet that obscures your face completely, would be a great way to disguise yourself to do crimes but i dont seem to be recognized as a guard wearing this/people still know who you are somehow 

im not sure how much awareness npcs have of what you’re wearing like i get comments about my stuff sometimes (’lightly armored means light on your feet! smart!’ ‘favor the bow, eh? im a sword man myself’) but then no one seems to care if im walking around wearing vampire armor and a weird cultist mask, so

#lucy plays skyrim #scooby dooby queue

[girlbookwrm]

i can’t believe i’m doing this

@jhscdood​ listen i got No Time to write the fics for this right now, but have some Fellowship of the Pod People (but not like that) Headcanons.

@ all of the rest of you, please for Eru’s sake help yourselves: literally nothing would make me happier than to have someone else write this shit so i could read it like the lazy asshole i am.

None of this will make a DAMN LICK OF SENSE if you aren’t familiar with the Not Your Mama’s ABO Clownfish AU that @silentwalrus1​ created with @skellerbvvt​ and @galwednesday​ in the Magnificently Weird MCU Stucky Gem Scents & Sensibility 

shit this got hella long don’t look at me but please all feel free to correct/expand/modify because I just whipped these off to decompress after a long day

The Númenóreans are responsible for all that “reef” “pod” and assorted “fishy” terminology, so while “pod” “reef” etc may be the accepted academic names, they’re often replaced with local variants and colloquialisms. The Númenóreans picked this linguistic quirk up from the sea-obsessed Noldor elves, so it’s sometimes used in Rivendell and Lothlorien too.

(The Sindar elves fucking hate that)

(Sindar use bee euphemisms instead. It’s all “hives” and “skeps” etc etc etc. Try to tell me Thranduil isn’t a Queen Bee. I FUCKIN DARE U. The wine is all honey mead. Hex honeycomb aesthetic for the win. Even the dungeons.)

(FYI Dwarves ALSO have a Hexagonal Aesthetic and that just Really Gets Thranduil’s Goat.)

everyone’s got their own local names for alphas and omegas too because seriously who fucking came up with that, i bet there’s a whole appendix at the end of the red book about terminology and shit

(Now I’m having meta thoughts about linguistics and there being a clownfish!Tolkien to go with the clownfish!Middle Earth. And now I’m thinking about the Inklings being a pod and if i follow THAT rabbit hole any further I’ll fu cki ng  AS C E N DHJKfghjk.)

Anyway

Men smell gross. Everyone else is agreed upon this. Unflattering comparisons to badgers and weasels have been made.

This makes “MANFLESH” 12000% more hilarious ur welcome

it’s funny cuz Men are big into perfumes. Incense! Herb Sachets! Oils and tinctures! Have you ever seen a olde tyme perfumers’ box? That kinda shit. Everyone has their Signature Smell.

but elves especially are like you still smell like man stop trying to hide it.

The Dúnedain embrace The Musk. (some have fully weaponized it)

this is very important: Aragorn Smells Amazing. (to be clear, still very Man Smelling, but awesome. first time he goes all I AM UR KING everyone in the throne room goes a little glassy eyed.)

Minas Tirith, being old, is very Old Numenorean Oceanic Aesthetic. Give me all that white stone carved to look like coral and driftwood holy shit YES. 

WHITE! TREE!! GARDEN!!! 

ATHELAS!!!! SCENTED!!!!! EVERYTHING!!!!!! (pairs well with lemon and other citrus smells.)

veering away from Gondor now

The Rohirrim stick with horse metaphors because of course they fucking do. Also, since they’re more nomadic, the entire concept of a “reef” as in a physical structure is kind of ??????? to them. So. “Reefs” = “herds” and “pods” = “bands.” 

Fresh Hay is considered to be Peak Homely Smell in Edoras. Tapestries! Only The Softest and Nicest and Most Beautifully Tooled leather! leather smells!

OH SHIT GIVE ME ALPHA-FOR-LIFE-EOWYN MEETING FOREVER!OMEGA FARAMIR *HEAVY BREATHING*

(oh shit while we’re in the neighborhood, Dúnedain Rangers tend to be solitary As, which spooks the natives like whoa, but the Ithilien Rangers are generally O, and their waterfall hideout is totes a big ole reef.)

hang on i forgot about elves

Listen, I’m not super into elves myself but I’m imagining that they are perpetually switching back and forth between A and O depending on the day — nay, the HOUR — and the extremes between A and O are much less extreme for them than other races.

Every other race finds this super weird and disturbing.

Legolas is like “hm this forest is making me feel very O.” And Aragorn and Gimli are just like ‘what’ and then suddenly Leggy smells very O too and Aragorn and Gimli are like ‘WHAT’

Feänor is the exception. He turned the dial all the way to A and broke the goddamn knob off.

Galadriel can go from Maximum Softe O to Roid Rage A in .0004 seconds. “iiiinstead of a dark lord yyYYOU WOULD HAVE A QUEEEEEEN!!!1!” and the Hobbits are literally bowled over.

Elves in general smell woody but also very ocean-y i think? Have you ever stood in a pine forest by the ocean, where you get those light, clean wood and cedar and pine smells all shot through with sea breeze? Like That.

But elves are more into visual/audio. Soft singing. Leaves moving in the breeze. The whisper of pages in a library. 

and the light. Elves are lighting wizards, they are all about that gentle starglow.

(I’m also having thoughts about the Lothlorien Elves embracing that A-ish urge to be Up High. A holdover from Galadriel’s time with the feanoreans? I'm not as up on silm lore as I should be)

but let’s get back to my happy place: 

THE MUTHAFUCKIN SHIIIIIIIIRE

Hobbits really embrace dat sweet sweet O lifestyle. good food and warm hearths. throw blankets and pillows. hugging and cuddle puddles and playing footsie. gardens. Gardens. G A R D E N S. 

“Going A” is done as rarely as possible. the transition takes about a month and Hobbits who are “going A” tend to call in sick like it’s some unsightly thing. 

Tooks have an unusually high rate of going A. Of course they do.

Bilbo has never gone A. Not! Once!

Neither has Frodo.

Sam did, after the breaking of the Fellowship. Merry and Pippin did, in Fangorn, when they grew six inches. The three of them all stayed A after that, for the most part. YES EVEN SAMWISE. it was v scandalous.

Hobbit “reefs” are called “warrens” (unless ur rich, then they’re Smials and they’re Only For Family) and their “pods” are “nests.” “Nesting” is a whole Thing.

Hobbits! Smell! Like! Baked! Goods! Not sweet but like… warm. Humans sometimes turn their noses up and call it a “yeasty” or “beery” smell but it’s usually much more a rising-bread smell. Pipeweed smoke and sweet florals make a nice contrast to the perpetual bakery window smell.

Hobbits are very mouth/taste/chew oriented. Mouthfeel is a Big Deal. Recipe Books are Heirlooms. Courting is frequently Food/Drink Oriented.

Rosie Cotton brews the finest ale in all the land and she did that for the express purpose of seducing Samwise Gamgee

He Did Not Realize.

Courting that is not food/drink oriented is Flower/Plant oriented.

Sam Gamgee became the finest gardener in all the land in the desperate hope of wooing Mr. Frodo.

He Did Not Realize.

Everyone Else Realized. Merry and Pippin especially considered it Peak Comedy.

(they eventually worked it out.)

last but not least:

there’s just no way around it. Dwarves smell like dirt. nice dirt tho! Petrichor and stone with hints of copper and metals. Smoke smells. Rich spice smells. Eau de forge is considered a particularly desirable perfume. Dwarves don’t particularly notice smell though (for reasons that will become apparent) when it comes to Softe Things they’re much more about dem sweet sweet sparklies, and fur, and being super fucking tactile.

Dwarves are SUPER into haircare, like, every night the Company of Thorin makes a braid circle and exchanges hair beads. 

(elves are also super into hair care. this too really Gets Tharanduil’s Goat)

Dwarf social structure is like… hobbits in reverse. They tend to default to A status, hence their general rowdiness but with strict codes of conduct to help manage conflict. They’re just these huge roving groups of A’s just rough-and-tumbling around their one O. dogpiles are peak pod bonding. aaaaand the alpha reek kind of tends to make them all a little noseblind.

Poor Bilbo.

Lucky, Lucky Bilbo.

But also poor, poor Bilbo.

Most dwarf Royals go O, but Thorin hadn’t been O since he was 24 and got chased out of Erebor by that pesky dragon.

Dwarf “reefs” and “pods” have their own terms in Khuzdul that do not translate well but have to do with crystal growth. Rough translations are “lattices” and “cells” (Hence the hexagon aesthetic)

Wizards Have No Designation. They Smell Like Gunpowder and Lightning. It Is Very Disturbing For Everyone Around Them.

A

N

Y

W

A

Y

Give me EveryoneLives!au Hobbit stuff. Bilbo trying to homely up the lonely mountain! Thorin going O and chilling the fuck out as a result! 

Give me fellowship!pod!! Aragorn is the diplomat! Pippin is the wild child! Gimli is the Adventurer! Frodo is the peacekeeper! Boromir is the den mother!

How Much More Heartrending is the Breaking of the Fellowship if the fellowship was a pod????

and then you’ve got the fractured podlings: Merry and Pippin bonding hard with their new Rohan and Gondor stress-pods. Sam going A to protect Frodo from Gollum while Frodo tries to adopt this weird frog into their pod. The Three Hunters as Nick, Nora and Nelson (Gimli is Nick, Leggy is Nora, Aragorn is Nelson.)

Give me post-war Legolas and Aragorn and Gimli (and Arwen too) breaking cultural boundaries and proving that yes! Interracial Pods Can Work! these differences are cultural, and cultures can be melded! nothing wrong with this! if half-elves exist and can have kids of their own, then elves and men are not separate species, and I’d bet a significant limb that the same is true of all the other races so

GIVE IT TO ME

ok i gotta stop now.

...

yeah there’s probably a star trek one of these coming too

kill me

(And hey jhscdood I’m not saying you have to come back at me with more lotr clownfish or ocean’s 11/Star Wars/M*A*S*H/Leverage/West Wing/whatever clownfish But I would certainly consider it a Fair Exchange if you did. MORE INSTITUTIONALIZED SOFTISM. MAXIMUM SOFT FISH FRIENDS.)

#clownfish tag #seriously don't look at me this got Severely Out Of Hand.

[wardencathiel]

EXILE

Name/gender/appearance/favorite hobby?

opele (pr. “opal”) endac! she goes by just Oh or Elle, if not just her first name. shes a cis girl, and tbh she mostly just looks like lucy liu cuz i got a big fat crush on her and i picked the east asian icon for her. she has a short bob haircut tho, and lean but muscular build, and is in her late 30s. her hobbies are like.. being active and running and stuff like that lol she also likes doing mindless work with her hands so lots of like tinkering with anything, like electronics or mechanical stuff.

Where are they from? Where are they going?

probably nowhere important, and she was too young to remember any part of it, parents included. a no name planet somewhere with a steady but boring colony. where shes going is a lot more interesting since she knows where revan might be.. i think she would really want to go find her and help her with whatever the war is but she would be lying to herself if she didn’t realize she formed a huge attachment to atton. she loves him dearly and it would be really hard to leave him.. if anything, i think the most realistic thing is that she and him went and settled somewhere, keep their heads low, and just live life. shes a tired bitch ok. mb one day she’ll go and find rev but rn she wants to chill.

What did they do to occupy themselves between the Mandalorian Wars and waking up on Peragus?

absolutely nothing. she spent a lot of time during her time cut off from the force just going thru the motions. if anyone noticed she was different or recognized her for whatever reason, she would pack up and leave. a large chunk of her time was spent trying not to form any social bonds, and any time she would start getting to know someone she would bolt. just overall a rly lonely and sad existence. she would work odd jobs and just generally be a shell of her former self.

What was their relationship with Revan like?

well i already sort of answered this in revs but. there was the intimidation cause revan is well............scary lol they are probably close in age so they grew up together in the temple. it was never anything more than a passing interest until the wars and then they sort of? hit it off? in that weird way where u both went thru that conflict together. obviously there was a bond since opeles force issues, but it was more on revans side than opeles. she was mostly just trying to win the war. tldr they liked each other but not as much as revan likes opele.

What was their relationship with Atris like?

well she had no clue atris had feelings for her so their relationship never went past a cold formality... opele thought atris hated her, so she stayed away from her when she could. she wasn’t the type to confront her about it so she just didn’t.

With Kreia?

lot to unpack here lol i think my exile wanted to trust her so badly but like... she knew she wasnt good. i think there was a lot of using, from both sides. kreia wanted to use the exile for obvs. reasons, and my exile wanted to use kreia to relearn all that she had lost during her exile. i do think, though, that kreia probably felt more towards opele than the other way around. like there was definitely like an attachment but... she always knew not to get too close, no matter how much she wished she could. overall i think it was an uneasy relationship, lots of tension but much more learning from one another.

Did they travel with both Mical and Brianna, or only one?

just mical cause i forgot to install the mod, unless there was a way u could w/o the mod?? either way yeah lmao just mical.

Do they regret what they did in the Wars?

part of her always will but she wouldn’t change what she did because she believes that it was necessary. shes... guilty but not very regretful.

How traumatized were they by the visions on Korriban? (Personally, I cried and screamed, but I’m not exactly as tough as a Jedi. I’m probably not even as tough as C-3P0.)

LIKE... personally i was fucked up about it but my exile did pretty well despite the circumstances. she also knew that there was a part of it all that was just visions, wasn’t real, but there is also that very real dark energy gained from not dealing with the visions correctly. she failed some, and won in others, which i think the specifics of really defined her well as a character. she failed the first one- where she was being recruited for the war. she also failed the one where her entire crew was going against kreia, and outright refused to participate and got the whole apathy spiel. she “survived” the rest though, and defeated revan which i think rly ties in well with her almost like? using the dark side? but not falling to it.

Is there romance in their lives?

i’d like to think during their time in the game, there isn’t anything more than an inkling. i luv atton to bits and so does she lol but i think a lot of their romantic stuff is left for after the game- especially with that ending where he’s there waiting for her after kreia and is like so where to next ;w; but before that it is mostly just skirting around the issue. a very slow burn fic lol. i do think she thought about the disciple but he was so much younger than her and it was such a puppy love, it was just like well that dudes in love with me i guess. obvs. nothing before that since she was jedi/exiled

Light side or dark side?

light side, but she was very close to being a grey jedi by the end of it. definitely lighter than my revan post-game tho

How do they feel about the Jedi Order?

there is always going to be that element of betrayal because of what they withheld from her and what they did to her irt her loss of the force for some time. but honestly... she was done with them the moment they didn’t do anything to stop the war. she respected their judgement and teachings but she never considered herself a jedi after they kicked her out, and she never will again. she also thinks they got a lot of it wrong- and that a lot of what kreia said made sense, up until a point.

What happens to them after the game? Do they ever find Revan? Do they ever reconnect to the Force?

i sorta answered this one up there too but basically she stays with atton and just . rly wants to stay put and have a normal life but in the end.. i think she would go to find revan. i also think she would take atton with her, against her better judgement. as for reconnecting tbh? i think it stays how it is with her, where she can use it but there is something there thats fucked up, not right. maybe she tries to figure that out and travels around with atton to get some answers before going to help rev.

BONUS: What do you think happens to all the party members post game?

HMN GOD well i think bao dur got the short end of the stick since hes super unfinished but i think he would definitely go with them until opele is like dude i love u so much but u gotta find ur own way that doesnt involve me. she would have to put distance between them, despite the pain it would cause both of them since they were like... best fucken friends. for everyone else i think, they go their separate ways much quicker than him. they stay in touch cause opele loves them all but she knows its better to keep them away from her because of her force shit. i think miras and the disciples “endings” are pretty good even with the openishness. canderous goes back to do mandalore stuff but stays in touch as well. honestly i dont have a clue about goto and neither does the exile lmao t3, of course, stays with her and atton. hk runs off and does bounty hunter stuff. idk i mostly think about bao dur in this cuz i love him and he deserved better

#kotor character meme #kotor 2 #the exile #star wars #knights of the old republic 2 #chelsea speaks #OK HERES MY OTHER BABY #opele

[concussed-to-pieces]

Quiet; Part Four

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Baron Corbin/Female Reader

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Thirst Party Saturday! We embark on a voyage to last year's Wrestlemania, hope you all have your tickets! Tagging Bossa Nova @toxiicpop, Riot Squad @oraclegazes, Big Gun @hardcorewwetrash and of course, Wolf Expert @writergrrrl29.

Enjoy!

Wrestlemania.

The word always held such gravity. It could hush a rowdy locker room, raise the spirits of the most downtrodden wrestler. It was a dream, a symbol of everything you could ever hope for as talent working for WWE. Wrestlemania. From Kickoff to Main Event, the notion alone sent electricity down your spine.

Meetings were more and more frequent. What with Nikki Bella nursing her neck back to health and various other issues the women's division was looking sparse. You weren't sure you were ready for that kind of move up though. The idea of working live with a camera at least once a week made you nervous beyond repair. NXT tapings were one thing, and maybe you could manage Smackdown, but what about Raw?

No, you were better in NXT. Less likely to get lost in the shuffle, not quite so caged by your stammer and inability to come up with dialogue on the fly.

Baron came out of his own meeting with ‘the powers that be’ more subdued than usual, a thoughtful expression on his face as he took his seat across from you for your weekly lunch date.

“H-Hey, are you okay?” You finally asked after he’d sat there silent aside from a few grunts for over half an hour, staring down at his salad. “Baron? I…can you talk to me, please?” You reached across the table to squeeze his hand and he looked up, seeming startled.

“Sorry, I’m uh, in my own head. Not fair to you, little one. How did your day go, anything interesting happen? Good meetings, bad meetings?” Baron asked, avoiding your eyes as he went to stab vigorously at a cherry tomato with his fork. The whole while his other hand stayed in yours, thumb rubbing the back of your hand.

“They’re talking about putting me o-on the main roster soon. I don’t know if I’m ready f-f-for that.” Your stammer kicked up in the face of your nerves and you swore inwardly.

That news certainly got his attention though, Baron’s head whipping up. “Really? Little one, that’s--shit that’s so cool!” His abrupt enthusiasm made you giggle a little.

“I'm nowhere near prepared for that kind of stuff yet, Baron. N-Nice to think about though.”

“It’s pretty sweet that they’re even considering you, right? All that hard work is payin’ off!” Baron smiled, giving your hand a squeeze of his own before letting go and actually beginning to eat his salad. “I’m proud of you, y’know that?” He said after a minute. “I promise I’m not just talkin’ out my ass, I am really, really proud of you. Bouncing back from your concussion, feuding with Becky…I mean shit, you’re moving leaps and fuckin’ bounds both in-ring and on the mic.”

He took a deep breath and your heart sank, waiting for the “but”. Nobody was more supportive when it came to your career, so it might hurt a little bit to hear it from his mouth. You were strong though, you could take it.

“So they want me to be in the Andre The Giant Memorial Battle Royal. Wrestlemania.” Baron said all in a rush. “Breeze and I are supposed to be Hunter's picks. I…I told them I would have to run it by you first.”

“Uh…wait, what?” You asked, certain you’d heard wrong. Why would he need to--

“Look, this is kind of a Big Fucking Deal, little one. Wrestler Superbowl. I ain’t gonna’ barrel off into this shit without talking with you about it first. You’re the most important person in the world to me, you're my mate and…I mean, it’s a battle royal, I’m probably going to get at least a little fucked up.” Baron explained. “If you don’t want me to do it, I’ll tell them I can’t and then they can find someone else.” He leaned forward, folding his hands. “Or…” He trailed off, a smirk tugging at his mouth.

“’Or…’?” You echoed, raising an eyebrow at his antics.

“I could win the whole thing for you, get my name on a shiny trophy, really stir the place up.” The smirk was a full-blown grin now. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning. “Show everyone what NXT can do, what I can do. Granted, Breeze alone is kinda’ more than enough representation for NXT, although he's not with us anymore. Talented motherfucker. But Hunter is worried that the crowd will be too focused on his ‘pretty’ gimmick, and that’s where I come in.” Baron spread his arms like he did during his entrance. “Big Bad Lone Wolf Baron Corbin, tossing dudes around like they’re lightweights, talkin’ trash and just being loud and ornery as fuck.” He seemed like he’d given this a lot of thought. Either that or Hunter had been pushing for it for ages and had just made Baron a hell of a sales pitch. “What do you say, little one? Wanna’ watch me lay fucking waste?”

You bit your lip. Any multi-individual matches always made you nervous. The more people involved, the more likely it was that someone would get hurt. Baron had a competitive streak in him that was a mile wide, always eager to prove himself, to move up to the next rung on the ladder. But he also worried so much about being a good pack leader, about being strong for you after what had happened. Something like this…if you agreed to it, maybe it would ease some of his worry. You knew how much of a distraction it could be. Plus, maybe it would encourage him to be more cautious in the weeks leading up to ‘Mania. There wouldn’t be any ‘laying waste’ if he was injured. “Okay. Yeah, okay.” You said finally.

Baron looked shocked, which was a very funny expression to see on the stoic man. “I…really? Holy shit, really?!” He damn near flipped the table when he got up without shoving his chair back, scooping you up out of your own chair and into a rib-cracking hug. “Thank you, thank you little one, I promise I won’t let you down!” You sputtered, laughing as he peppered your face with kisses. Baron wasn’t a PDA person, normally content with a hand on your lower back or a quick peck on the cheek if you leaned into him. This…it was touching to see how happy you’d made him, that he would completely forget his own hangups in order to express his gratitude.

“Hey, listen, I don’t c-care if you win it all or if you get thrown out first. As long as you’re safe, alright Baron?” You had to clarify, doing your best to look serious.

Baron nodded, tucking his face into your neck and closing his eyes. “You got it, little one.”

“Baron can…can you maybe put me down?”

“Oh! Oh sorry, sorry, shit.”

…

The weeks passed in a flurry of singles matches, short-term feuds and extra training sessions. Corbin was obviously excited about the coming battle, hating the days when he had to turn. He admitted it felt like he was wasting time that he could be running the ropes with.

He didn’t seem to mind accompanying you on your morning jogs on those days though, dark brown fur usually covered in dew from when he would roll around in the grass. Xander would come along as well, trotting docile at your hip while Baron lunged and bounded all over the trail.

Some nights Baron was so exhausted from his supplemental training he would fall asleep sitting up on the end of the bed, slumped over his knees with his boots still on. You grew used to nudging him onto his back and then dealing with his boots, unlacing them and laying them carefully to the side of the bed so neither of you would trip over them in the morning.

Baron mumbled more in his sleep, held you a little tighter.

“I’m going to make you proud, little one.”

You had no idea how to convince him that he’d already made you proud, the determination and tenacity he displayed never ceasing to amaze you. Always willing to go one more round, always improving, single-mindedly striving for the next goal he set himself. It was incredible to watch him progress so rapidly, even if you did worry the nights he fell asleep on the end of the bed.

“My poor boy.” You said softly one such night, settling his head into your lap and starting to carefully stroke his hair. Baron sighed in his sleep when you cupped his jaw and bent down to kiss his cheek. He shoved one of his arms beneath your thigh, snuggling your leg tightly. You stayed there for a little while, gently fingercombing his hair and letting him hold your leg. “You’re w-working so hard, Baron. I hope you’re going to be okay.”

“Mm, m’onna’ be fine.” He grunted. “Y’ so good t’ me, s’not fair.”

“Shh, sleep Baron.” You urged, smiling when he scrunched his face up grumpily. “Sleep, have good dreams about that big fight you’re going to be part of. My money’s on you.”

“Mm, you’re biased though.” Baron pointed out, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. He pressed his forehead to yours, sleepily smiling at you. “Thanks for that. The head rubs and the encouragement. It’s still…a little weird for me to not be alone. So um. Thanks.”

“Hey, I want to always be there for you, okay?” You replied sincerely. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I--I care about you. A lot. So let’s go to bed. Tomorrow is another day and I’m sure you have to get up early so Bloom can-”

“Kick the shit out of me some more, yeah, I know.” Baron grumbled, kissing your forehead and then scooting himself up the bed. “Now get over here and snuggle my ass. I need to be at maximum cozy capacity in order to get to sleep, little one, so you have to try harder.”

“Oh yeah? We’ll see about that.” You shuffled up the bed and settled into his arms, hearing (and feeling) the contented sigh he let out. “Good night, Baron.”

“G’night…”

Sleep eluded you for most of the night. You laid there, listening to Baron breathe slow and deep, your mind buzzing with what might happen at Wrestlemania. What if Baron won the whole thing? The powers that be had been dangling a call up for months, that win would definitely be enough to tip the scale in Baron’s favor. Your excitement faded as you realized that meant he would obviously be leaving NXT. I’m not ready for the main roster. I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready. What would happen once your tours went different ways? You had been looking forward to the Download Fest tour, but if Baron was on the main roster he probably wouldn’t be on that leg. Or any others. This was the end of your travels together, it would seem.

You scrubbed at your eyes, fighting back the tears. Baron groaned, hugging you even tighter. “Mm, shh, gotcha’.” He mumbled, “Jus’ me. Jus’ me.” You hoped he was talking in his sleep again and that you hadn’t woken him up. “Jus’ good dreams, li’l one. Shh.” Baron kissed the back of your head. “Dun’ cry.” He dissolved into murmuring nonsense words and humming, the constant rumble of his voice in his chest finally lulling you to sleep.

Everything will be fine.

…

“I uh. I kind of want to puke.” Baron said quietly as you helped spritz his hair wet. “S’loud as fuck out there, little one. I’m…I’m real nervous and I’d like to sink into the fuckin’ floor right about now.”

From his spot in the makeup chair across from Baron, you saw Tyler roll his eyes. “Just follow me down the ramp, Corbin. I promise once you get in the ring you’ll forget about the people watching. Don’t let all those uggos psych you out.” Breeze’s words were firm. “This is your chance, our chance. If we put on a good show, a great show, people will start noticing NXT more. I mean, I was the best thing about NXT when I was in it, right? You and I both know that roster is way more talented than the main one anyhow.” Breeze huffed, folding his arms over his chest.

“D-Do you guys know who else is going to be in the Battle Royal?” You asked timidly.

Baron shook his head. “All we know is to be careful with the older guys if any of them make an appearance. Show respect for the giant, that kinda’ thing. Rumor is that DDP is gonna’ be in the ring at some point.”

“Psh, yeah right. Where did you hear that?” Tyler scoffed, checking his face with his phone.

“I mean, it’s a rumor. DDP, Mark Henry…” Baron paused, shrugging. “Rumors. We won’t know until we get down there, right Breeze?”

You cupped Baron’s chin, getting his attention as Tyler fussed over his nose, it’s too orange, you ruined it! “How are you doing?” You whispered, resting your forehead against his.

Baron looked unsettled. “Smellin’ a lot of prey. I…I’m better than that, but goddamn if this shit doesn’t reek of easy targets.” He admitted. “Just have to keep myself under control. Probably should have turned a few days ago but I needed the time to train. I’ll be okay. I have to be, y’know? Gotta’ be strong for the pack.”

“You’re the strongest person I know, Baron. I’m so proud of you already. I just wanted you to know that.”

Baron rubbed his forehead back and forth across your own, chuckling at the squeaking noises his damp skin made and how you crinkled your face. “Means a lot coming from you, little one. I’ll do even better than my best. Promise.”

You watched from the curtain as everyone filed out down the ramp to the ring. Baron was last in line and he gave you a shaky smile, before straightening his shoulders and heading forward into the bluish twilight of the arena.

…

The entrance ramp looked like it stretched to fucking eternity. Baron swallowed hard, trying to just focus on the area directly in front of him. He was bombarded with smells from the crowd, the excitement and tension sharp in the air.

He might puke. He might be the guy that puked at Wrestlemania. That might be him. Some pack leader he was, shit. His heart was slamming in his chest much worse than it used to when he boxed, he was pretty sure his nose was already fucking running like a faucet. He was overwhelmed with nerves when he tried to look up at the crowd. He fixed his eyes on Tyler’s goofy fringes, watched as they swished back and forth on the ramp like the world’s most impractical mop.

Mark Henry stormed out, one of the first who was important enough to at least get his music played. Baron didn't like how Konnor and Viktor hovered so close to him in the ring, and he certainly didn't care for the goddamn Social Outcasts swarming around him like a hyperactive welcoming committee. Swagger was practically crowding him out of his fucking skin. Baron toyed momentarily with the idea of turning right there and scaring everyone shitless.

Something stank of sulfur. Baron was willing to bet his paycheck on it being Kane and he was not disappointed as the pyro jolted to life. Honestly out of the whole lot of his opponents, he was the most concerned about the demon and Breeze. Kane for obvious fucking reasons, and Tyler knew all his tricks. As long as one of them was eliminated quickly, his job would be made leaps and bounds easier.

Need to be strong, for little one.

Fandango had started gyrating towards Tyler with obvious intent. Baron watched Breeze out of the corner of his eye, laughing to himself when Breeze huffed out an annoyed breath and mouthed 'uggo' at Fandango. The dancer didn't seem put off at all. In fact, his smile widened.

The crowd burst to life when Diamond Dallas Page's music hit, the older man emerging and looking as excited as a youngster while he practically bolted down the ramp to the ring. The 'Master of the Diamond Cutter' seemed...overeager. Baron realized his job may have gotten much, much more difficult, what with the whole, 'be careful with the older guys' rule. He wondered if that rule also applied to Goldust, unsure if it was only aimed at the less-active superstars.

He definitely felt like his job had gotten harder when he heard Big Show's music blast out, but he kept his chin up, watching as the world's largest athlete sauntered up to the ring and climbed over the top rope. Surely, that was it as far as participants went, right? They'd start the match and...well, he'd just have to be smart is all. Baron knew he was big, but he liked to believe that the reason why he was dangerous was his ability to out-think his opponents.

Adam Rose smacked him on the arm, either accidentally or to get his attention and Baron bared his teeth, snarling at the lithe man for daring to lay a hand on him. On the other side of him Curtis Axel snickered. Unfamiliar music met Baron's ears and he looked up to see none other than Shaquille fucking O'Neal staring down Big Show with obvious malice in his eyes.

Wonderful. Old guys, a celebrity, a demon...

Baron grimaced. This was not looking like a smooth run in the slightest. Breeze caught his eye as Fandango continued to gently salsa dance in place, mouthing 'we got this'. Baron nodded, surreptitiously wiping his nose on his arm. Hadn't started running yet, thank heavens for small fucking favors. He knew once his blood really started pumping it was only a matter of time.

Sandow sidled up to him as Shaq and Big Show glared vigorously at one another. “I believe it would be in our best interest to work as a team, yes?” Sandow suggested.

Baron rolled his neck, loosening himself up a little bit. “Nobody tells me what to do, Pinky.” He grunted. “Pretty sure you're just statin' the obvious anyhow. For being so smart, you might be an idiot.”

“What a crude individual you are. Perhaps one of these Outcasts will listen to reason. Bo, my friend!”

The sulfur smell grew stronger when Kane moved towards Shaq and Big Show, and Baron watched from the back of the herd as the demon attempted to make a bold statement. The Red Machine was sent crashing to the mat for his efforts, and Swagger and R-Truth led the charge to trap Shaq in the corner. Baron went along with it, giving Sandow a shove in the opposite direction just because he could. It looked like the group had divided almost evenly to focus on the two large men, but to no avail.

Again, Baron went along with the motion when Shaq started throwing people off, sliding out of the ring beneath the bottom rope. He knew it was inevitable that the titans would clash, and hopefully they would take each other out. Big Show had easily shaken off the Social Outcasts and assorted sundry that had swarmed him, still focused on meeting Shaquille in the middle of the ring.

Fandango was the first man back into the ring, interrupting the heated standoff by resuming that damned gyrating as vigorously as possible. Baron didn't consider the dancer particularly smart, but he had to admire his bravery. And he had to admire the airtime he got when Big Show ushered him over the top rope by the back of his neck. Sandow was next in the ring, smirking unwisely at the two huge men. Shaq had obviously had enough, mirroring Big Show's actions and launching the pink-trunks-clad man over the top rope.

Two down.

O'Neal and Big Show grabbed each other around the neck and everyone else poured back into the ring to force the two largest threats out, Bo and Curtis' hollering nearly deafening Baron as they all strained and shoved and finally tumbled Big Show and Shaq out.

Then, all hell broke loose. Baron might as well have had his eyes closed for all the coordination he was displaying, delivering quick elbow shots to the backs of necks in an almost-indiscriminate manner. He may have gifted Bo with his first of the evening, just for being so damn loud.

He remembered nearly stepping on DDP, mumbling out an apology and continuing over the floored legend to his next target.

He remembered Goldust with his hand way too tight on his ass for comfort, trying to tip him out of the ring. Goldust landed a few stinging blows to his back and then started wrapping an arm around Baron's thigh, either attempting to get better leverage or just cop a feel. Never really knew with Goldust. Baron returned fire, tired of the games, one thunderous elbow to the back of Goldust's neck laying the man out cold.

Tyler beckoned him over, accepting a light chop across his chest in response. “How you doing, Big Banter?” He asked, swatting Corbin right back. “Saw that geriatric uggo almost toss you out. You sure you're okay for this?” Baron's reply was to hoist Breeze up bodily and dangle him over the top rope for a minute, making the other man squawk and flail. “Only teasing, only teasing! C'mon man, we need to make Hunter proud!”

“Don't test me, Tyler.” Baron grunted, releasing him and then turning to assess the state of the ring. A few more eliminations had been made while Goldust was fighting/groping him. DDP was eliminated as he watched, the crowd booing when Konnor roared in victory. His glee was short-lived as R-Truth and Goldust (perhaps on the behalf of the 'Old Guys Committee' or something) clotheslined him out.

Baron suddenly had Bo fucking Dallas delivering rather hard shots to his head and chest, yelling and grinning with a total maniac look on his face. Then Slater, and then Axel, it was like a Social Outcast beatdown. Baron endured, kept waiting for an opening, tried to ignore the scent of blood and prey in the air. He and R-Truth almost had Slater out but then Tatanka was there, practically begging, and with a swift forearm Baron sent him on his way.

Baron grinned, feeling stupidly accomplished as he rested there on the ropes for a second. His whole body sang with the fight, his heart racing. He almost wished he could throw caution to the wind and just start decimating people. But no, no, he couldn't hand out Ends Of Days to everyone in the ring. People would probably get a little suspicious.

Swagger caught him on the jaw as he turned back to the action and Corbin was sent reeling across the ring. Jack, pink as a fucking ham with exertion but packing a hell of a punch, moved boldly to push Kane out and got himself eliminated for his trouble. Adam Rose landed a vicious stomp on Baron's stomach, knocking the air out of him and crumpling him momentarily. Baron choked a little bit, gagging as that sulfur smell filled his nose again. Kane was getting pissed, obviously, biding his time in the opposite corner while the Social Outcasts proceeded to heave a few more combatants out.

Baron watched Kane, watched the Big Red Machine watch the Outcasts, and when Kane stopped their Bo Train, Baron was right there waiting to keep them from slipping away in the other direction.

Corbin remembered blindly punching Rose square in the jaw, more than a little angry about the stomp from earlier. And then Kane's gloved hand was slammed into his throat, cutting Baron's air off to essentially nothing. Kane's fingers burned, even through the leather of his glove, the chokeslam knocking the rest of the air from Baron's lungs.

He spent what he felt was too long trying to stay conscious, brain screaming for precious oxygen. God he hurt, everything hurt, why the hell had he thought this was a good idea? The wolf in him was snapping, snarling, forcing him to stay awake. Prey smell, blood smell, sulfur, bruises blooming-

Baron snapped his teeth, struggling to at least rise to one knee. He wasn't going down without a fucking fight.

Kane discarded Darren Young and Bo Dallas, then paused for a moment to enjoy his handiwork. Baron's eyes narrowed.

Prey!

Baron lunged forward, whole body aching as he latched onto Kane’s leg like a goddamn bear trap's jaws. The demon tried to shake him off, nearly kicking him in the head. All Baron could taste and smell was charred, bitter smoke; he could feel the feverish, sickly heat radiating off Kane’s body like some terrible version of what Bayley could do. With everything he had, every belligerent, stubborn muscle in him that refused to give, refused to surrender, Baron strained to tip Kane out of the ring.

He unleashed a furious snarl, barely resisting the urge to dig his teeth in and tear Kane to pieces. For one breathless second it seemed almost like the demon had regained his balance, an elbow heading straight for Corbin’s head.

Baron tore down deep, deeper than he ever had before. The wolf in him came raging to the surface and with his last fucking ounce of determination, he sucked in a breath that felt like ash in his lungs and heaved upwards, dumping Kane unceremoniously outside the ring. He collapsed onto his knees, gasping for air while he dimly realized they were playing his music. He had won, somehow, somehow he’d done it!

Corbin covered his face with his hands for a moment, feeling overwhelmed in a different way now. All the hard work, all the extra hours in the gym and of Bloom making him drill over and over and over, everything had paid off.

He longed for you to be here as he got to his feet and stretched his arms wide, a display of cocky dominance for the hard cam. Sneer firmly in place, teeth bared, and he wanted nothing more than to drop it all and gather you into his arms. He was sore, exhausted, sweaty, but happy, so fucking happy. He could hardly manage to keep the smirk disdainful when all he wanted to do was start laughing like a fucking hyena. He’d done it! Tears welled suddenly in his eyes as he heard the chants of 'NXT!', thunderous and triumphant. He had to take a few deep breaths to fight back the urge to cry.

Baron rolled out of the ring and went to stand beside the trophy, folding his arms across his chest to mimic the original giant of old. He had never felt so damn tall, so proud in his whole life, whole body at peace as he basked in the glow of his hard-fought victory. Never let it be said that someone like him couldn't focus, couldn't get the job done, couldn't work in sync with what he was. He had achieved what he'd set out to do, and now he was forever in the history books of WWE. All hail in-fucking-deed.

I am the pack leader, and I will do whatever it takes to make my mate proud.

…

You waited until everyone had congratulated Baron, until the pictures had been taken. He cut quite the dashing figure, arms crossed firmly over his chest in tribute to the mighty Andre and his hair barely tamed. You felt like you might burst with pride. “B-Baron!” You called finally, waving.

He waited for one last camera flash and then he was bounding across the room and wrapping you up in a tight embrace. “I did it.” He mumbled into your hair, sounding like he was inches from tears. You looked up, cupping his jaw as he sniffled. “I did it. I fucking did that shit. Are you proud of me?”

“I’ve never been more proud in my whole life.” You said firmly. Baron whined in his throat. “I’m serious! N-Never ever. You…that was so impressive.” You continued sincerely, feeling like you would never stop smiling. “You’re amazing, you’re incredibly amazing.”

“For you, little one. I don’t want you to think you have to worry ever again.” Baron’s eyes were that rich shade of honey-gold, the other side of him probably forced closer to the surface from the fight. “I am yours and I will take care of you, you’re my pack, my mate and I…you’re everything to me. I love you.” He finished awkwardly, making your breath catch in your throat. He wasn’t incredibly comfortable with normal terms of endearment. An unprompted ‘I love you’ was very rare for him; he preferred to say things like ‘forever-mate’ or ‘I will keep you safe’.

You were pretty sure your smile was bright enough to be seen from space. You wrapped your arms around Baron’s neck, tugging him down into a well-deserved kiss. “Alpha…” You breathed against his mouth, feeling the contented rumble he let out.

“Little one, God, God. Fuck.” Baron growled, crushing you even closer and mouthing over your neck. “You’re coming with me. You’re coming with me right now and then you’re comin’ with me, you got that? C’mon.” You barely managed to keep up with him as he strode through the hallways, down into the belly of the arena. The crowd was nothing but a faint roar, a quiet ringing in your ears. Baron finally forced open a door and tugged you into the dimly-lit room. “Let me touch you let me fucking touch you let me please you let me let me let me--” Baron rambled, crooning low in his throat when you nodded eagerly and started fumbling with the buttons on your shirt.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d w-want to, after all that. I thought m-m-maybe you might want to uh…snuggle or something.” You said, making him pause. He cocked his head and you hastily added, “I’m totally f-fine with banging, obviously! I just know you’ve had a rough night. Didn’t want to force you i-if you’re tuckered out.”

“You’re too good to me, you fuckin’ know that?” Baron growled, sounding bewildered. “I could smell you a mile away, you’re so thick and fucking heady with want and...and even in spite of fucking wanting me, needing me, you still give me the out. You get me all funny in the chest, little one.”

“Well just because I want something doesn’t m-mean you want something. You went through a lot! I can wait, if you-” Baron’s mouth on your own stopped your offer and you leaned against him, fingers digging into his hips.

He snarled, nipping gently at your lower lip and then he got a faraway look in his eyes, snuffling along your neck and pressing kisses to the skin there. “Mm, you surged little one. I felt it. Heat pooling in your stomach, all tight because you want me, you need your alpha don’t you?” Baron asked, his voice gravelly.

His breath hitched when you unbuckled his belt, your fingers teasing at the top of his boxers before you snapped them lightly. Baron jolted, his back arching momentarily before he was back to snarling, hands hungrily grasping at your clothes. He wrangled your pants down and then wrapped an arm around your waist, roughly pressing your back against the wall on top of a stack of gear crates. You barely felt the cement bite into your shoulders, too mesmerized by your huge mate, who at this point seemed to be reduced to making nothing but feral noises. He knocked his forehead into yours, his hips rocking up over and over to the apex of your thighs. Baron’s eyes were half-lidded, the wolf just watching the way your breasts shifted every time he ground against you. He licked his lips absently and a shiver ran through you.

You called his name and Baron glanced up, giving you a slow smile and a gentle whiffle of breath in reply. It was still him, still your mate. “Hey.” You said shyly, running your fingers through his hair and making his eyes close in bliss. “Love you.”

Baron drew back to preen a little, sharp teeth bared in a smile. It was always strange to see the way he softened even while he was so much the predator, the way his eyes warmed and his body relaxed under your touch. You smiled back and he dropped his hands to his tights, unlacing them and then shoving them off over his hips. His boxers quickly followed suit and he gestured for you to raise your legs. You obeyed, confused for a second and then eyes widening as Baron caught both your legs with one arm and dragged you towards him, slinging your legs over his shoulder and pinning them there with one massive hand. “Mate.” He rumbled, stroking his cock with his other hand and making himself shudder and growl. “Fuck. Want, y-yeah?” He managed to say, interspersed with a low, drawn out whine.

“Baron-“ You wanted to beg for whatever he would give you, you wanted to surrender every ounce of yourself to this ultimate symbol of dominance in front of you. The ultimate symbol of dominance that was rendered almost speechless by his need for you, you! Baron waited patiently, his hand still slowly working his cock while his eyes stayed trained on your face. You finally nodded, gasping out a pitiful noise when Corbin pressed on your clit with the head of his cock, the pleasure flaring lightning-bright for a second.

“Good.” Baron grunted, letting you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock so you could tease yourself for a minute. He seemed to enjoy the sounds you made when you did this, when you toyed with him and, by extension, yourself. “Mm, good, fuck.”

“I want it to be good for my alpha. You did so w-well tonight.” You said shakily, finally brushing him over your entrance. Baron rocked forward, almost teasing himself as he breached you and then pulled back.

“Always tight for me.” He patted your legs over his shoulder and gave you another smile. “Even better for you this way.” You soon understood what he meant as he sheathed himself in one smooth motion. With your legs up out of the way he could reach deeper, his cock plunging past your spot with that delicious pressure you needed. Baron closed his eyes at the hungry cry you let out, inhaling through his nose. “Yes.” He drew the word into another growl, looking utterly content already. His fingers tightened on your legs and he began to move.

All you could do was lay back and accept his ministrations, the helplessness of your position sending a thrill of excitement through you. Completely at the mercy of your alpha, whimpering when Baron reached up and started rubbing slow circles around one of your nipples with his thumb. You arched up into his touch as best as you could, trembling with want.

His hips continued their thrusting movement and he pressed sloppy kisses to the skin on the side of your knee before looking down. “So fuckin’ cute, so fuckin’ good.” He groaned, his fingers now roving to your clit. “Mine.”

“Y-You’re mine too, y-y-yeah?” You half-panted the words, smiling when Baron nodded. “Forever-mate.” Baron’s eyes went wide at you using his term and he whined, cinching your legs tighter so he could hammer into you. He started growling, a deep rumble that kept going and going, rolling over your body in waves.

“Smell so fuckin’ good fuck me little one m’ gonna’ devour--” He choked, pulling out and surprising you by crouching and licking enthusiastically over your quivering cunt. You couldn’t help the cry that burst out of you, your pussy abruptly assaulted by a questing tongue, slicked fingers and the almost-pinch graze of sharp teeth.

“Baron!” The man in question moaned in reply, spreading you open and making contented noises as he worked to satisfy the burning need in your belly. His tongue lapped wetly over your clit and then he pressed down, harder and harder, keeping up the pressure. “Baron m’gonna’ come, m’gonna’ come, oh f-f-fuck Baron I’m gonna’ come-” You grabbed the back of his head to keep him steady, your fingers shaking as you went to pieces under his mouth. Baron growled in approval while you soaked his tongue and cried out his name, hips bucking against his face.

“More?” He grunted finally, laughing when you tightened your grip on his hair and begged for his cock again.

…

“Mate wants, mate gets.” Baron could hardly complain if you wanted him, wanted his cock back in you. He’d just needed to taste you, needed to get you off with his mouth. Licking and teasing and suckling, soothing the ache of want in his chest. He knew he could get too rough sometimes when the beast roamed close to the surface, he’d needed to take a step back and ground himself.

Baron could feel his own release closing in as he resumed a pace that was a little less punishing, a little less frantic. The smell of want had calmed, eased away into the warm embrace of content, of tired, snuggle alpha. You still had a tight grip on his hair, though, ordering him to plunge deep, to claim you, alpha alpha just like how you knew he liked. Baron loved it when you would beg, but it was always better when you fucking demanded, when you would mate him to exhaustion and then have him buck into you, claim you over and over and fucking over until all you could do was lay there and accept him and stroke his hair while his claim trickled hot down your thighs.

“Mine.” He growled again, loving how you fucking jerked his head down. “Mine.”

“Yours, yours, give it to me, I’m so proud of you, forever-mate.” You crooned to him and he completely lost the shattered remains of his cool, rutting his hips against yours and clenching his hands into fists as he came with a loud howl that was yes and good and mate, yours and mine all in one sound. You claimed him with the scratches raked down his back, with the hickies through his tattoos and the iron fucking grip you had on his heart.

Baron stared down at you, sure he was probably weirding you out. You laid there, panting, skin all flushed and pupils blown with arousal and he wanted to fucking cry because he had done that, he had made you proud and proved himself strong enough to still be your mate. “Y’kay?” He finally gasped.

“Fuck’s sake, I hope this winning streak k-keeps going.” You huffed, making him grin and press a kiss to your belly. “I dunno' if I can move, Baron. You might have destroyed my l-legs.”

Baron wasn't able to help his surge of pride, doing up his tights loosely and then tugging your pants back on. “Can carry you. C'mon.”

“B-But your trophy-!”

“You. Can carry you. Figure that out later.” Baron's voice had dropped into that lower register. He knew that late tonight or tomorrow he would be unable to stave off the turn any longer. “Mate important.” He said with a little more difficulty, carefully forming the words. “Important. Now.” He struck upon a genius idea as you settled into his arms. “You can hold it, yeah? I'll carry you. You hold it.”

“You g-got it, Baron.”

“Good. Let's go.” You leaned up to peck him on the mouth and Baron cocked his head, confused. “Why?” He asked.

“Because you're the b-best. Obviously.” You smiled and he couldn't keep from smiling back, knowing it must look odd with his sharp teeth. “Forever-mate.”

He bumped his forehead against your own, nuzzling your nose. “Forever-mate.”

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[nottebuio3006]

I seem to be in a considerably better place this morning with all of this Rebecca business now. It's all officially drifting to the rearview, much faster than I expected. I think all the typing about it to Tumblr and my notebooks and stuff really worked wonders for my emotions...and just getting rid of them. And, assuming I'm "lucky" this week and I manage to actually avoid contacting her in any way, shape, or form (i.e. instagram, email, texts or calling, or showing up) then I think I, in my own way, will have "won" the battle.

Now I understand it might sound wrong to try and say I'm eager to win... but , I dunno, after being so wronged like this I guess I realize I sort of want "revenge" and this seems like the best type of revenge. To just basically do exactly what she did, and give her nothing further. To be honest I'm regretful I even gave her what I did ... 3-4 phone calls, a voicemail, 2 emails.... 4 texts. Again though like I said yesterday: Considering how often we talked and how random this cut was, I think she's sitting there in absolute shock that this was all she received. I think she really was expecting 100 of each! She got next to nothin', really, and now she's gonna get even less. Now she's really gonna get nothing...cause all my emotions I essentially just drained using my trusty notebooks, which I know is something she simply does not understand. See I tried to tell Rebecca many times about the beauty of keeping a journal, or a blog, or anything written, in order to expel negativity et cetera. She always thought it was kinda ridiculous. Now though I can almost see her sitting here and in the back of her head shes maybe realizing..."hes prolly just making a fuckin story outta this whole thing." And indeed I have. This entire Rebecca incident stole an entire week of my writing but ... meh.....it was interesting to write about, even if it did get repetitive. In fact I think it's one of the "warmest" things I've written in years. It actually all seems relatable and real in respect to my usual vampire hunter, elf wizards, etc stories.....

So yeah. I think I somehow got rid of most of the grief. The panic has definitely mostly vanished. Am I still deeply upset, shocked ,surprised, findig it hard to believe...wishin my old pal was back? Am I still curious where it might have gone had she not ranodmly cut it?? Yes. Definitely. But mostly I find that I have selfish reasons for missing Rebecca. Like I am not sure I miss her for "her" so much but rather just because I enjoyed having a female in my life, as a friend. I live a sorta awkward life so it can be hard to meet girls,even just as friends and even if I tell them I'm gay or bi etc. But now Rebecca has maybe taught me that my previous assumptions about girls (that I made before meeting her) were all sorta ...mistaken. There are poor girls out there who don't go shopping all day everyday and want Louis Vuitton purses and just scream and yell if they don't have them. So maybe I can somehow find a way to meet another chick and this time just be openly and completely gay w/ her and have a new .. better... bestie. If I can find that girl it'll be an even better relationship than I had with Rebecca ... far better ... but I just dont know WHERE I would find her. There's gotta be somewhere. I'm sort of thinking Twitter but then again I want a local. Its challenging...which is why I'm so nervous about this deep dwon ...I basically just think that no other girl will ever talk to me as much as Becca did..... and I don't want any dude friends jajaja.

Becca didn't always like her life but she had a good thing going on around her: She had a pretty nice, empty house she could always invite you into, any day of the week, the house was stocked with her daddys' never ending wine bottles, she had cars and was (often) willing to drive, she would always cook for you...she had an inground pool... Rebecca had a lot of positives and "add ons". Often I did not take any advantage of them (I literally only texted w/ her this entire summer, for example) but they were still there. Often times you meet people and they only want to come to your house...theirs is closed...etc... so I am worried I'll never find someone with a life as open as hers again. I'll nevr find a girl with an open life again. This is my big fear. I am just really stuck now on this idea that I want a female friend, if not mnay of them. I just wish it was easier to find. Ive got no fucking idea how to find it....  

The irony of this of course is that, if you look at the last convo I had with Becca before she did the Cut (I published it on the Blog) you will see that this was, oddly enough, *exactly* what I was discussing w/ her. I had been trying to tell her how she made me realize, for the first time since I was in middle school, just how annoying I have often found havig nothing but male friends. I tod her I was very grateful to have her as a friend...cause she was a girl et cetera. I suppose this may have "offended" her . Well if it did I htink shes sorta close minded and ridicuous. I also think she doesn't understand just how much of a fucking challenge it can be for a dude who isn't "flamboyantly gay" to have a proper femme friend.

It isn't easy and depending on where you are in life it's , like I'm saying, next to impossible to meet.  Since I am not flamboyantly gay I am not in circles of hairdressers or tanning salon workers to meet girls... =p. I don't think I would necessarily mind that sort of society; It just that I never wound up falling into it. I am not all that straight acting now, but I'm almost 28. When I was younger I was into different things and very straight acting. I was terrified of my own homosexual ideas until I ws about, let's say, 24. I was never by any means the most masculine of dudes but I was never thought of as gay either. I still don't really think I'm read as gay, even though I haven't dated a girl in almost a decade, and I think this is one reason Rebecca was maybe getting aggravated w/ me and I didn't realize it. I don't think she really likes men who don't "Seem gay". I think it honestly disturbed her that i come off to her as masculine but kept talking about my interest in the LGBT lifestyle. Again, the literal last thing I said to her before she cut me off was about my interest in th e LGBT world. I had literally said "I just wonder how one would make the initial break in ..to the culture....I just wonder how..." And then she went poof....

So in a way this almost now brings up th eidea that Rebecca has perhaps shot a massive arrow of sorts at my own recent "security " with my growing homosexuality. She has sort of made me feel a bit insecure about it *all over again* since she seems to have cut me out for trying to delve deeply into the subject w/ her. I am not sure how I am really going to react to it. In one sense I seem to feel a sort of strength, as though I am wearing armor now, because of the homosexuality...and on the other I feel like I want to run in the other direction, and not be gay, and chase her. Which is kind of weird? It's almost like the dude who wants to keep calling Becca isn't the queer in me...it's the straight...and the boy who is just shrugging it off... thats my gay self. Does it make sense? Maybe not. I just think it's to say that I'm deciding to run with the gay self here,. With DA BAD BITCH! And da bad bitch don't need shit to do with Becca jajajaja...

--signing out for now ...Lil Kim on blast....

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