#I just think that sheep are pretty cool
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Idk if this means anything but Iâm thinking about how two dead characters who were really close to Arthur have names that are sheep-related (Peter Yang and Faroe)
Parkerâs last name just means âsheepâ or âgoatâ in Mandarin and Cantonese (I like to think heâs Cantonese or just Southern Chinese because most Chinese immigrants from the 30s would have been from the south iirc)
Faroe (as in the Faroe Islands) just means âthe sheep islandsâ in Nordic.
Idk if itâs intentional or has deeper meaning but thatâs a lot of sheep (a whole island plus one)
#anyways enjoy my late night ramblings#I just think that sheep are pretty cool#also while I would be happy with a Cantonese Parker#I will not object to a Parker that speaks some Hokkien or any of the other southern Chinese languages#I think they deserve some love too#totally not biased#peter yang#malevolent podcast#faroe lester#halo just talking#malevolent
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Genuinely spending 2 hours a day just prepping the fiber, RIP
To be fair at least a third of that time is pushing the executive function button so I can start the next nest. They're unfortunately one of those activities that has enough steps that each one feels like it's own separate thing, so I have to Start Task each damn time. So there's a 5-10 minute cooldown between them.
Got 9 nests, I think (on top), middle is some fleece that's already had a lot of locks picked out so it's kind of jumbled, bottom is combing waste.
#That's how all fiber prep is for me... I bet if I was actually medicated it'd go faster#but what can you do.#anyway ive done similar things. 2021 tdf i was carding rolags as i went#but those are so much faster !!! like 2 minutes at most and usually closer to 30 seconds for a rolag that takes#around the same amount of time to spin as a nest of top#meanwhile the nests are 10 minutes each IF i have already picked the locks. which ive started doing bc it feels a little faster#and earlier this year i was spending an hour to an hour and a half before work every day combing southdown babydoll for sock yarn#but i was also spinning that up on supported spindles (i spin 3x slower on those than on my wheel) and over the course#of like a 10+ hour shift#so it felt a lot more reasonable#im combing more of this shetland per day than i was the southdown for sure#but yeah it spins up so much faster that its like. whole morning: combing#tiny but nice part of afternoon: actually spinning the top#idk a ton about how ancient people prepared their wool... definitely need to find some info bc it would be fascinating to know#but carding cloth is a pretty recent development in the grand scale of how long humans have kept sheep#so.... yeah i can imagine youd need like 4 kids combing the wool just to keep up with one experienced spinner#or else that one spinner is spending all damn morning prepping wool#its not a great nighttime activity bc if you cant see real well then your prep really suffers#easier to spin in the near dark than prep in the near dark by a long shot#idk ! cool to think about#im rly intruiged by sally pointers video on that blackthorn hand hackle thing (i cant remember the name RIP)#feels like it could comb wool too ? or at least you could try and then make something better when that failed#but a comb of some kind is just gonna be the easiest thing to make if nothing else ...#palm comb#tour de fleece#tour de fleece 2023#wool prep
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thinking more thoughts!!
Kiley time-
I uh- kind of poured all my chaotic energy into her, and separated her from the rest of the npc cast? Otherwise the dialogue would get totally fucked, and my âI need to hit this story with a drama nukeâ desire would cause trouble.
So sheâs uhhh off on her adventure of a different genre. (But stuff she does Will affect things... dun dun dunnnn) but dude Wow she would be so irritated by Jun. Good thing weâre going to Sanctuary to leave them and take Preston.... OR THAT IS WHAT I WOULD SAY if she didnât want to be anywhere near the vault!! Weâre going somewhere else, babeyyyyy! Maybe talking with him and Murphy would bring some understanding (is what I would say if I were doing big character development in the beginning but weâre not!!) Shoving my desire for conflict into this.
#also Iâve gotten into rain world! so we may see some influence#...thinking of. the rot. and throwing it into jerâs world#what huh who said that#we already had the idea of giant salamanders so that might inspire me to draw them more!#I wonder since towns are more developed in this au thereâs also more education? and people are a bit more mindful of the environment? maybe#oh but kiley would definitely agree with that guy who said baseball was a blood sport. COMMIT TO THE BIT#also I broke a nail :( not touching skin but just fucking up the edge. aughhhh#WAIT unrelated I was wondering. sandpaper. does that exist?? sanding belts?? could you sand sharp edges on your armor??#also I was thinking... well alread though of but still. fabrics. we have sheep (and also impostor sheep. huh who said that) so we have WOOL#so people must be making cool new clothes and fashions. maybe going back to that idea of- if you have more/colourful fabric youâre cooler?#jer has a little patterned poncho and I think kiley would want a cloak with jagged edges! colour? .... I will think on it.#cool points vs camouflage vs character desires#hrhhh also good thing preston is. desperate. well good for my desire for horrible character conflict anyway HAHA-#and you know what maybe preston should talk to people more and buy something cool at a shop- variety is the spice of life#hmmm I need to look at the workshop benches again#hmmmmhhhhhh maybe we could get preston into adventuring and killing raiders. as a way to get money for food n shelter for the crew#prestonâs traveling group is pretty big. ...what have they been eating?#oh and then that would spread good rumors about the minutemen!#little wastrels#ALSO itâs autumn so they better find a place to stay before winter. thinking on... animal seasons also- I imagine deathclaws hibernate#and wake up in the spring like frogs. donât @ me about it ok#do mole rats hibernate?#do people need to store food for the winter? is there such thing as charity donations in fallout?#... do I have a winter exclusive animal I canât remember#hm. Anyways Kileyâs thinkin strength in numbers yâknow (but thennnn jun and murphy canât fight really)#STURGES#you know what I said letâs make him take the power armor. mr mechanic would know how to use it best no?#hmm Iâm sure preston has useful info on the wastes and settlement locations#sheâll stick around till thereâs nothing useful left/they get into a very very bad argument#but again WHAT WERE THEY EATING.
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okay I severely misjudged spaghetti guy heâs actually just really cool
#okay so I came to this flat and he wasnât here. greeted by a very dirty flat with shit all over the kitchen counters over cling film#I meet first my other flatmate who told me he stays in his room constantly bc of previous bad flatmates#has literally just a saucepan and some salt in the kitchen. so Iâm like okay spaghetti guy potentially not great but could just be#how this guy is yknow#on Tuesday I get an email back saying heâs coming back from Norway tonight looking forward to seeing you feel free to use the kitchen sauces#rlly friendly message that I wasnât expecting. I also didnât know heâd been on a trip i just knew he wasnât there bc his door was open#(to a REALLY nice room. multiple rlly nice plants (which he has little care labels for!!!) and itâs tidy and pretty#and heâs got a sheep teddy on the bed)#meanwhile I am in my own head bc I donât wanna cook in the kitchen until I can clean it and I canât clean it without moving his shit and#I havenât seen him yet to talk abt it and I canât bring myself to talk to him immediately bc Iâm dying#and embarrassed as hell by how Iâve been cooking in my room with a microwave and air fryer (loud) and sneaking my shit out of the kitchen#but then yesterday I DO talk to him!! and heâs super friendly!! actually interested in having a conversation and Good at it.#and then heâs cooking and like. spaghetti burns but Iâm not there for long and seems to be a mistake (he made the same thing for lunch today#and did Not burn the spaghetti) and is otherwise clearly competent bc the food smells Good and despite leaving a few things out itâs like#washed up stuff isnât dirty and the sides are better despite still under cling film. more a case that heâs spread out than heâs messy#and now today we talked and i offered to hold onto some shit over summer bc complicated situation that boils down to heâs flying back home#and he cant take all his stuff and had to choose between chucking stuff/having literally nothing this weekend. like sleeping on the sofa etc#and then cleans the whole flat?? which Iâm assuming a good chunk is his mess? but he did not need to do that. couldâve easily left#bc there are two people still living here who wouldâve had to deal with it and he doesnât know either at all#and THEN tonight we talk abt food which is fun bc we both ordered stuff. and he offers me some honeydew melon bc heâs been gorging himself#these past two days to finish it before it goes bad/he leaves which is also really sweet#and JUST NOW. I take my headphones out after finishing dinner and hear the sweetest fucking guitar#he plays the gentlest like dreamy sounding acoustic guitar Iâve heard in my life in his room (door closed by the time I leave)#this is actually just a really cool dude#now that the kitchens clear Iâm gonna cook tomorrow and will probably offer him some bc otherwise heâs gonna be eating out all weekend#he has extra takeout for tomorrow night but might want smth Sunday#regardless I am just. huh??? left a bit stunned bc of the u turn my opinion of this guy has taken. bc my opinion of him was a reflection#of my discomfort moving to this weird dirty basement flat with two people I didnât know#well. idk where to go from here. I think Iâll start by talking to him more this weekend. bc holy fucking shit.#luke.txt
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On The Run pt 2
By the time the five of you are in the house, youâre soaked through once more, teeth chattering when the cool air of the house hits your skin as Gaz opens the door, holding it open long enough to let the dogs trot in.
âHey! Shake over there!â He shoos, flinching when Maggie sprays him with her shake off.
âLetâs get you taken care of pretty.â Price murmurs, and you push weakly at his chest, struggling to get down. Your mind is foggy, exhaustion fighting to take over, but there are four strange men now standing in your living room, and that seemed more pressing.
Price grunts, but finally gives in, setting you on your feet, and you put as much distance between yourself and them as you can. âWhat do you want? What is going on here?â You demand, trying to ignore the shake of your voice.
They glance at each other, having a silent conversation, and you glance towards the stairs. You had an old cell phone, and the service this far out was absolutely shit, but it was a chance-
âWe would like a place to stay.â Priceâs voice interrupts your thoughts, and your eyes shoot to look at them, and a shocked laugh tumbles past your lips.
âA place to stay? After what just happened? For godâs sake I donât even know you!â You laugh, slightly hysteric, and Price takes a cautious step towards you, holding up his hands. âWe didnât mean to scare you sweetheart, honest. Didnât think anyone lived here by the looks of it.â His tone is soft, comforting. He approaches you slowly, and you back away until your back hits the wall.
âHow did you even know we were in there?â Ghost speaks this time, eyes trained on your face and you try not to crack under his gaze.
âYou spooked Sebastian. In the six years Iâve lived here nothing has ever spooked that horse.â You glare, anger flaring when the four of them laugh. âYou think scaring my stallion is funny?â
âNo little bird, justâŚâ Ghost trails off, chuckling and you can feel your eye twitch ever so slightly.
âItâs cute how protective you are over some animals.â He finishes, and he can tell his words are winding you up, the crinkle around his eyes indicating he finds this amusing. Bastard.
âThey might just be animals to you,â You start, your frustration seeping into your words as you straighten your back. âBut when I found this place they were starving and on the brink of death. I worked my ass off to make sure they made it. I worked for their trust after some asshole abandoned them here to fucking die. They are my herd, this is my land!â Your shoulders heave, sucking in a deep breath as you try to calm your racing heart.
They stare at you, quiet and you close your eyes, clenching your fist as you struggle to maintain yourself. âYou broke into my barn and scared my animals, held my own knife to my throat and invited yourselves into my home. Why is god's name should I let you stay here?â You ask, opening your eyes to stare them down, and for the first time tonight, they seem to crack under your gaze for once.
âHave you⌠Do you have any way of hearing the news?â Price questions, wincing and you frown. âThe radio when Iâm cleaning the barn. Why?â
They hesitate, looking between themselves as they shuffle their feet. Your eyes bounce between them, trying to think back to anything of importance that a reporter has broadcasted as of late.
Missing sheep from a town more than four hours north of you, a four way pile up down one of the highways,a break out at the prison, a wheeler transporting 60,000 gallons of wine tipping near the riverâŚ
A break out at the prison.
You freeze, all air leaving your lungs as you stare at them, four wanted criminals standing in your living room. You feel your knees buckle.
They notice your realization, hesitation crossing Priceâs face when he notices your stiff figure.
âPlease. Let us explain ourselves.â He all but begs, and you feel your hands shaking.
âYou are wanted criminals!â You hiss, and they cringe, their previous bravado has disappeared.
âWe will explain everything to you, we swear. Just⌠Please give us a chance.â Soap steps forward this time, big wide eyes trained on you. Theyâre just as soaked as you are, and in the light of the living room you see the bags under their eyes, the tension in their shoulders. They look exhausted, and not just from this night. Thereâs a haunted look behind their eyes, and you curse yourself when you feel your heart ache ever so slightly.
You make a noise at the back of your throat, turning to head up the stairs.
âPretty where are you-â
âYouâre soaking my floor. You can explain it to me after Iâm out of this damn gown.â You mumble, hearing one of them mumble âdamn shameâ.
âI heard that!â
After a few moments you come back, a box of clothes in hand and they all raise a brow. âThought you said no one else lived here?â Gaz asks suspiciously when they notice itâs a box of menâs clothes. You roll your eyes, shoving it into his hands.
âTheyâre my ex-husbands, I took it by mistake when I moved my boxes.â You huff, crossing your arms. Itâs your turn to raise a brow at their shocked expressions. âWhatâs with your faces?â
âWhat kind of eejit divorces such a gorgeous lass?â Soap asks, and you feel insulted, till you realise heâs not joking. They all look you over, and you feel your face warm at the way their eyes darken. Turning away, you clear your throat, pointing up the stairs.
âThe guest room is down the hall, it has a bathroom and towels. Leave your clothes in the tub.â You order, making your way towards your bedroom. You feel the stairs shake as they bound up them, and as they pass, Price giveâs your hip a little squeeze and you swat at his hand.
âThank you pretty.â
âI havenât said yes yet. You were just ruining my hardwood floors.â You sniff, smacking his hand once more when he doesnât let go.
âYou are testing my patience most of all.â
âYou havenât made us leave though.â
âI can change that very quickly.â You snap, pulling his hand off your side and he takes the opportunity to pull you close, leaning down next to your ear.
âBut I donât think you will, will you sweetheart?â He whispers, and you bite your lip, pushing at his chest. âFor god's sake, go change you old perv.â You hiss, wiggling in his grasp and he flashes you a grin before letting you go.
You slip into your room, locking the door before pressing your head against it. What have you gotten yourself into?
You quickly take a hot shower, letting the scalding water bring warmth back to your stiff joints. You towel off quickly, slipping into an oversized hoodie and some old pajama pants.
You can still hear the shower running down the hall when you step out, a boom of thunder sounding in the distance. You slip down to the kitchen, grabbing one of your mugs. You had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
How could you be so foolish as to be letting escaped convicts use your bathroom?! God the feds were probably spread to every point in the world trying to track these men down. You canât remember much the broadcast had said, just that there were four dangerous men on the run from one of the maximum security prisons a couple of hours away. How on earth did they wind up here?
Youâre so lost to your thoughts you donât hear the stairs creak, staring out into the backyard as you mull things over in your mind.
ââPpreciate the clothes lass, loads better!â A cheerful voice spooks you and you jump, dropping your mug to the floor. âShit!â You curse, a matching âah hellâ leaving Soap.
âDidnât mean to scare you again bonnie, Iâm sorry.â He sighs, running a hand over his face. Youâre surprised to find genuine guilt there, and he gives you a sheepish look. âIâll clean this up for ye.â
âGone and lost us our chance Soap?â Gaz asks, frowning at the glass on the ground but Soap just waves him off. âAccident, scared the poor lass.â
âWe keep doing that, she'll never give us a chance.â Gaz smiles at you, soft and sweet but it doesnât quite reach his eyes, the bags under them worse after having cleaned up, and you feel that strange ache in your chest again. You glance at Soap, who is picking up the shards with his bare hands and you frown, swatting his hands away as you kneel beside him.
âAre you trying to hurt yourself?â You scold, and he gives you a surprised look before smiling, shrugging as he gently stops your hands from piling the remains of the mug. âCould ask the same of you bonnie, hands like these are much too pretty for such sharp things.â He mumbles, scooping up the shards without a care.
The two of them eye you nervously, and you can feel knots in your stomach. Taking a deep breath, you motion towards the living room. âSit. Iâll make something to drink.â You offer. They raise a brow and you glance at the ground.
âIâm sorry, I just thought-â
âNo need to apologize, itâs justâŚâ Gaz starts, trying to find the words and glances at Soap.
âWeâre honestly surprised you didn't run for the nearest house possible when you had the chance.â Soap says bluntly, and you wince.
âNo one around for miles.â You admit, and their faces fall slightly, shoulders tensing and you clear your throat. âI said I would hear you out. I plan to.â You say firmly, turning to walk into the kitchen, just to bump into a large chest.
âI gotta worry about you keeping your mouth shut little bird?â Ghost asks, arms crossing over his chest as he stares you down.
âI do have a radio that connects me to the closest ranger station. And another for the Police station in the little town 3 hours north.â You admit, and you see his eyes flash, but you hold up your hand before he speaks.
âNo. You arenât taking it.â You snap, and his eyes narrow, exhaling sharply.
âIf they donât hear from me periodically they get worried. Itâs a small town, everyone knows one another and I do have to take trips to the store every month or so.â You donât back down from his dark gaze, but your palms feel clammy.
âThey ever check up on you unannounced?â Price is last to arrive, voice stern as he levels the same cold glare as Ghost and you swallow, standing straighter, Gaz and Soap looking between the three of you nervously.
âNot unless I ask them to or I havenât called in a few weeks. Takes too long to get out here.â Your voice shakes towards the end, slipping between the two looming men.
âYouâre all here, you can start talking anytime.â You quip, and Ghost scoffs. âGot a mouth on you donât-â
âYou are asking to stay in my home. Watch it.â
He snaps his mouth shut, glaring at you and you turn your back to him. Price clears his throat, his gaze heavy on your back as you turn on the stove.
âListen. There has to be some type of trust for this to even begin to work. You havenât hurt me, and besides that oaf holding a knife to my throat,â You and Simon glare at one another, but he breaks first, eyes crinkling in the corners. âYouâre a feisty little thing.â He laughs, crossing the kitchen to plop down at the kitchen table like he owns it.
âBesides that, you havenât given me any reason youâre here to harm me or rob me, considering you have no car. You could easily overpower me and keep me locked in one of my own rooms and you havenât. Thatâs a good start.â You finish, hands shaking slightly as you start to make your tea, and Price gently takes the kettle from your hands.
âBut youâre still scared.â He states, and your shoulders stiffen. âFour men are in my kitchen asking to hide from the police. Iâve only put together who is who with your little code names by listening to you talk to one another. Iâm sorry for being a little frightened.â You spit, jumping when you feel his large hand on your hip.
âOh if you donât quit that-â
âYouâve got quite the mouth on you pretty.â
âOkay! I think we all need to take a minute, yeah?â Gaz announces, him and Soap staring at the three of you nervously. You pry Priceâs hand off your hip, again, pushing him away.
âStart talking, now. Before I let Soap and Gaz stay here and let the two of you rot outside.â You huff, taking a seat at the table and they seem surprised.
âI told you, I put together who is who, and those two,â You point, glaring at Price and Ghost as you speak. âHave been very respectful and kind.â
The two of them perk up, lapping up the small praise like thirsty dogs as their chests puff out.
Price frowns, keeping eye contact with you as he slips into the chair opposite of you. âWeâll behave.â He mutters, cutting a look at Ghost when he makes an offended noise in the back of his throat.
âWeâre sorry. We didnât mean any of the harm or fear we have caused you, really thought this place was abandoned. The boys and I appreciate you hearing us out when you have absolutely no reason to. And I⌠apologize.â He clears his throat, casting you a glance over before meeting your eyes once more.
âHavenât been around such a gorgeous little thing like yourself in a long time. Forgot my manners.â He grins now, causing heat to bloom in your chest and you splutter, narrowing your eyes at him as you fight the heart crawling up your neck.
âStory. Now.â
âOh come on pretty, am I at least forgiven?â He asks, and you know heâd deny that heâs pouting, but it still makes a small smile tug your lips.
âIâm thinking about it.â
âI could sweet talk you some more.â
âMuch more interested in why you were in prison.â
Price sighs, but thereâs a smile on his face as he relaxes in his chair.
âBetter settle in. Itâs a bit of a tale.â He crosses his arms, settling back.
âIâve got all night.â You shoot back, resting your chin on your hand as you get comfortable.
What have you gotten yourself into?
#cod x reader#call of duty x reader#tf 141 x reader#poly 141 x reader#simon riley x reader#johnny soap mctavish x reader#kyle gaz x reader#john price x reader#on the run#x reader#call of duty
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Iâve been thinking this morning about if Steve didnât get back together with Nancy at the end of S1âI think thereâs a lot of different ways that could go, but what if Steve ended up as one of Eddieâs lost little sheep?
Because even if Steve was popular enough to keep afloat in the choppy waters of high school, after his bust up with Tommy and Caroleâand even when heâs seen talking with Nancy and Jonathan Byers of all peopleâhe still doesnât really have any true friends left. Sure, he has people he can chat to in class, but at lunch? After school? Nobody is really thinking about who ex-jock, ex-bully Steve Harrington is hanging around with.Â
Perhaps he spends the rest of his junior year dreading lunch hour, because he knows heâs going to have to deploy some serious charm tacticsâtaking as long as he can in the queue, chatting to the students either side of himâand perhaps if he lingers long enough at one of the tables of his more social classmates, pretends heâs just catching up, carrying on a conversation from class, he can make it seem like itâs all still as easy as it was before.Â
Sometimes, though, he doesnât have the energy to pretend. On those days heâll retreat quietly to his car and eat his lunch behind his wheel, wondering how different it might have been if heâd never gone back into the Byersâ house that day last fall.
Itâs on one of those days that Eddie sees him. Itâs not like Eddie hadnât noticed him before, heâs always on the lookout, after all, and Steve Harrington is one of those people who always drew his eye. Heâd seen him scouring the cafeteria while queueing up for his state-mandated mac ânâ cheese, searching for a space where he could fit.Â
And, of course, heâd heard the whispers about Steveâthat heâd punched Tommy H in the face, gotten his crown beaten from his head by Jonathan Byers (though he didnât seem to hold a grudge). If thereâs one thing to know about Eddie, itâs that heâs a bleeding heart, and so when he sees Steve sitting alone in his car, winter frost glittering against the metal, he lets out a heavy sigh and trundles over.Â
âHey, Harrington,â he says, pushing down a smirk when Steve jumps (he is easily startled these days, isnât he?).
âMunson,â Steve replies with narrow eyes. He doesnât trust Eddie yet, not entirely.Â
âThereâs more space in my van. If you wanted some company.â
Eddie leaves it like that, keeps it casual, knows that he might get it shoved right back in his faceâexpects it to be, even. And so heâs surprised at how quickly Steve nods back at him, a real smile breaking out on his face, if only for a moment, until Steve clears his throat and says, âSure, yeah. Thatâd be cool, I guess.â
Itâs the start of something big. A delicate balance where the two of them pretend that itâs not that important, but somehow theyâre more honest with each other than theyâve ever been with anyone else. Steve tells Eddie all about how he doesnât even really know who he is anymore, and in return Eddie shares just how worried he is that he knows exactly who heâs expected to be, and that he canât change his fate even if he wanted to.
By the time the next school year starts, itâs well established with the school population that Steve Harrington has somehow landed himself with an honorary spot in the Hellfire Club. He doesnât playârefuses to learn, even if itâs clear that heâd do pretty much anything else that Eddie Munson would ask of himâbut he helps set up the meetings, sits with them at lunch, smiles stupidly whenever Eddie gets up onto the cafeteria tables to rant about the shallow-mindedness of his peers.Â
And if Eddieâs diatribes are directed at the popular crowd with a little more venom than they used to be, and if he seems to take great pleasure whenever Tommy H, or Carole, or those posers on the basketball team frown and scoff and sneer at him, itâs no great secret to everyone else in the lunch hall exactly why.Â
[Yeah, I'm scouring the archives and trying to salvage as many headcanons as I can from my old deleted account, but let's just pretend this is brand new content.]
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You know what, fuck it. I'm going to write my own neglectful yandere batfamily cause everyone else is doing it, but I'm going to do it in a different way.
Yandere Batfam x Neglected, but Defiant Reader
Prologue (Diary Entry)
Warning(s): Mentions of yandere themes, neglect, emotional abuse, mentions of physical abuse, forcing to drop out, attempted guilt tripping, reader is just venting out her feelings
(I made this in the reader's POV to make the whole 'diary entry' thing more sense.)
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July 22, 2024
It's funny when someone tells their story.
Only to be told back that it's unrealistic.
Almost as if they're afraid to believe it's real...
Oh, God, that sounded dark.
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For everyone who doesn't know,
Bruce is a billionaire who's also a shitty dad
Dick is a dick, like actually
Jason uses his trauma to let all his frustrations on me
Tim is a delusional bitch
Cass was okay until she knocked me to the ground
Damian is just a thing who you want to burn to ashes
Alfred... I guess is just Alfred
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I was basically raised as what people would call a 'black sheep'. Kind of like... actually, I don't need to explain all that.
Basically, I was adopted by the infamous Bruce Wayne when I was ten for whatever reason. After the first day of living with him and the family and giving me the new role of Batgirl, everyone just pretended as if I didn't exist.
I tried to interact with every one of them and all I got were "sorry, can't talk right now" and "can you shut up".
Like, WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO THEM?!
Is it because I'm prettier than all of them and had barely any trauma in my past? Seriously, why are people so jealous about these kinds of things?
Bruce really signed all that paperwork for nothing.
Of course, my little ten year old brain would think that if I tried to impress all of them with what I could do, maybe I could gain their attention.
So by the time I was twelve with my ten year old mindset goal in my head, I did nine different after school activities, won over fifteen awards for my achievements, and went out to patrol at least six nights a week.
And none of that worked! Those fuckers wouldn't even spare me a glance!
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After a while, you don't see a point in trying your best.
I dropped out of most of the clubs I regret joining, I just laid back in my classes, and most of all...
I quit being Batgirl.
I didn't want to, but like I said, where's the point in that?
So with that, I just gave up on everything and just... stopped trying.
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But then one year all of that almost changed?
For the first time ever, I found myself suddenly really pretty, and after a month I entered eighth grade, I was suddenly asked out by one guy, then two, and all the way up to ten!
It was like really cool!
The popular girls became my best friends, more guys would ask me out, and the teachers started pointing out that I was their favorite student, even the ones who weren't my teachers.
It felt like I was on top of everything. That I was special. The world is revolving around me.
Finally, I was in a place to build a great reputation.
And then life was like FUCK THAT!
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After the first semester of eighth grade, Bruce was weirdly in my room and he said wanted to have a 'talk' with me.
So, during this talk, he was basically talking about the last three years of me being neglected by him and his family. To be honest, I forgot everything he told me, but honestly, I don't really care.
He also told the others about all this and now they suddenly feel bad which I don't give a shit about. But, I knew he was doing all this to guilt trip me, which was honestly so stupid.
Now, after he dropped that bomb, he told me that I had to drop out of school to do some "bonding time" with the others along with him and the people who actually cared about me didn't really matter at all!
I JUST GOT SETTLED IN!
All I said was "FUCK YOU" and just stormed out of my room with the only thing that I took was my diary that I had for quite a while that I never used before.
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So, yeah. I'm currently in the attic, venting my feelings all out on this stupid glitter diary with a random pen that I found on the ground.
But whatever.
It doesn't matter.
Nothing matters...
My life is just a game.
A sick, hopeless game.
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if narinder is the only cat left in the swap au, what happens to aym, baal and forneus? :(
could there be sheep versions of them, then?...
Unfortunately, Forneus, Aym and Baal are gonna be dead in this AU :( They are however still there as characters, just very absent from the main story, as a part of Narinders backstory
Down below, I will be talking about my ideas for them and show you the new characters for this Swap!
In my Swap AU, Narinder was kind of a family friend to them. Forneus was a single mother of two, during a time where all the cats were being hunted down and had to stay in hiding mostly. Narinder had known her for almost his entire life and he knew Aym and Baal since they were born. Because of that and due to their circumstances, he often helped Forneus out and was practically part of the family.
Narinder is devastated by the fact, that not only was he the last cat alive, but the only close thing to a family he ever had is gone. Narinder misses them dearly, and is plagued by the fact, that he can't bring them back.
He will form a found family again in the main story (with Leshy, Heket, Kallamar and Shamura as his followers) and he will do anything to keep them safe and protect them
As for the second question, yeah! There will be "sheep versions" of them!
These are some designs I came up with yesterday! I had already decided that I wanted the Disciples of Kali (the Lamb) to be black sheeps, because the 7 new Lamb character designs should vary in colors as well as horn shapes and I think they turned out really cool!
Since there is pretty much no information about the slaughtered Lambs and they are my OCs, here's some info I have about them so far:
Fortuna is pretty much just a sheep version of Forneus, being a shopkeeper with 2 children that were taken away from her. As for Luna and Sol, I don't want them to be exactly like my headcanons for Aym and Baal. Luna is the older twin who isn't as scary as she looks and actually has a bit of a silly side to her. Sol is very observant and isn't the type to start a conversation with anyone unless it's someone she's close to.
This is all I have for now! Thanks for the questions and Thank you for reading!!
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Y/n: Iâm cool Oscar Y/n: Iâm THEE coolest Y/n: In fact, I was once arrested for being too cool *puts on sunglasses* Oscar: The charges were dropped because there was no supporting evidence. Also, your glasses are upside down.Â
Y/n: I have a very specific type Max: Oh yeah? Like what? Y/n: YâknowâŚpolite, handsome, athleticâŚthat sort of thing Arthur (on his fourth energy drink of the day) tripping over camera wires and holding his mic upside down: you little shit eating, damned pathetic piece of shit â now you listen here Y/n: *heart eyes* that one. I want that one. Max: *flabbergasted*Â
Lando: bet youâre standing in the corner because youâre scared that youâll get turned down if you talk to anyone Y/n: please, I could fluster near everyone at this party if I chose to Oscar: oh yeah? Prove it. Go for someone borderline impossible and Iâll believe you Y/n, approaching Arthur: hey dumbass, hoodie looks kind of cute on you, wanna get out of here? Arthur: WH- I MEAN- UHHHH YEAH SURE Y/n: perfect Oscar and Lando:Â
Y/n: I brought a red bull Max: I donât want a red bull Y/n: I didnât bring this for you. This is my red bull. Max: then why are you telling me? Y/n: Itâs a conversation starter. Max: Thatâs a lousy conversation starter Y/n: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate *sips red bull*Â
Y/n: *gently taps table* Logan: *taps back* Alex: what are they doing? George: morse code Y/n: *aggressively taps table* Logan: *slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-Â
Lewis: Treat spiders the way you want to be treated Y/n: Killed without hesitation Lewis: nO!
Y/n: Is stabbing someone immoral? Mitch: Not if they consent to it. Max: Depends on who youâre stabbing. Christian: YES?!Â
Cop: Youâre receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle. Y/n: Shit Logan: Wait, three? Cop: yeah? Lando: OH MY GOSH OSCAR FELL OFF!!Â
Max: Time for plan G. Liam: Donât you mean plan B? Daniel: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Y/n: What about plan D? Daniel: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago. Max: What about plan E? Liam: Iâm hoping not to use it. I die in plan E Yuki: I like plan E.Â
Christian: Did none of you think this was a bad idea? *Y/n, Max, Charles, and Arthur covered in navy and red paint* Y/n: Oh no, we all did. We just decided to do it anyway.Â
George: (in sunglasses and newest Tommy Hilfiger jumpsuit) *in the most posh accent* Iâm too good for revenge Logan: (covered in bug spray, cowboy hat and overalls on, pumped full of Bang energy drink and high on freedom) *cocks shotgun* Well, Iâm not. Give me the name.Â
Arthur: So whatâs your type? Y/n: Kinda long blond hair, green eyes, dumb, dimples, funny, really thin waist Arthur: Huh, that kind of sounds like me! Too bad its not me! Y/n: did I mention dumb? Arthur: yeah, why? Y/n: just making sureÂ
*Over Text*Â
Y/n: Hey pretty boy, whatâre you up to? :) Arthur: Eating cereal in bed Y/n: And what would you be doing if I was in bed with you? Arthur:âŚI would still be eating my cereal?Â
Waitress: And what would you like to eat? Y/n: I wish to devour the unborn Fernando: Eggs, she would like eggsÂ
Y/n: Do you think that when sheep go to sleep they count themselves? Lando: Or do they count humans? Y/n: Ooo, thatâs a good question Oscar: GO TO SLEEPÂ
Y/n to Max: because I am a mature adult *turns to see Mitch, Christian, and Vito shake their heads* *turns back to Max* Y/n: I am an adultÂ
*Dinner with Max, Y/n, Charles, and Arthur*Â
Y/n: The food is too cute, I canât eat it! Max: Charles: Arthur: Youâre cute, but Iâd still eat y- Max: ONE DINNER Charles: *sighs* here we go again Max: ONE NORMAL DINNER IS ALL I ASK Y/n: Charles, this pasta is also crunchy, I truly canât eat thisÂ
Ollie: Good night everyone Arthur: Good night Lando: Good night Oscar: Good night Y/n: good night. Sleep tight. Donât let the bed bugs bite. Tonight, imma fight until we see the sunlight. Tik tok on the clock, but the party donât stop Oscar: IâM DONE
George (t-posing in the doorway): Greetings, parental figures and sister figure *Y/n, Lewis, and Toto walking past* Toto (not looking up from his coffee): Good morning, problem childÂ
Christian: You see, Fernando, Y/n is at the age where she only has one thing on her mind Fernando (noticeably excited): Oh! Oh! Oh! Boys? Max (looking over at the dead tired rookie with revenge in her eyes as she looks at Esteban): No. Murder.Â
Y/n: Hey Liam, want some of this food? Liam: Sure, thanks! Yuki (storming in with the anger of the gods): WHO TF ATE MY LEFTOVERS THAT CLEARLY HAD MY NAME ON IT Y/n: WE did Liam: You surprisingly smart little mf
Y/n: Never have I everâŚBeen grounded by my parents! Arthur (exasperated): Every time. She makes disownment jokes every time and she always wins Max: Good one Kid. I always go for the ânever had a dad who supported me.â Charles: *stands up and walks away*Â
Y/n: Iâve only said I love you to four people. Christian, Vito, Arthur, and Max when I thought he died after he wouldnât respond after a DNF. I only regret one of those Lando: Which one? Y/n: Max. He was just pressing the wrong button and walked out a few minutes later. He made me look like an idiot. Max: I let you win next race  Y/n: still
(Y/n, Logan, Lando, and George trying to sneak into RB for more energy drinks after being banned from drinking more)Â
Logan: So what do you think Y/n will do as a distraction? Lando: Sheâll probably, like, make a noise George: Or throw a rock. Thatâs what I would do *The door flings open and smoke follows. Screams of mechanics fill the air as they try to extinguish a small fire* Logan:âŚOr she could do that.Â
Y/n: When I die, donate my entire body to science Y/n: Except my middle finger, give that to EstebanÂ
(max and y/n in a horror movie)Â
Max: QUICK YOUâRE LOSING A LOT OF BLOOD. WHATâS YOUR TYPE? Y/n (bleeding out): tall, male, brown hair, dimples, caring, supportive, Monegasque Max: BLOOD TYPE DUMBASS Y/n: oh Y/n: (looks down at wound) Y/n: redÂ
Lando: I wish we could block people in real life. Oscar: Restraining order Y/n: MurderÂ
Christian: Y/n, we need to talk about your professionalism for media days Y/n (and a lot of media personelle she rounded up, all standing on chairs): those are some mighty brave words for someone standing in lavaÂ
Y/n (to Max while hiding behind some tires â regretting everything): and then I called him dad Christian (to Geri â trying not to cry while cameras are everywhere): and then she called me dadÂ
Max: Christian, look what Y/n got me for fatherâs day *holds up generic #1 dad mug*Â Christian (glaring silently while sipping from his own #1 dad mug)Â Max: that lying rookie Vito (holding a worn down #1 dad mug): you guys are late to the party suckersÂ
Criminals: We have your daughter and son Toto: I donât have a daughter and Jack is right here Criminals: then who just asked for warm milk and made us cut the crusts off their sandwiches? Christian: dear God, you have Y/n and George
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Mitch: So Christian, you and Geri want to be a parents again someday? Christian: Someday? Weâre parents right now. Mitch: Y/n is your employee Geri: She is our BLOODÂ
Christian: Max is late again Kelly: I woke him up at 8 and pretended it was 11 Y/n: I wrote a fake schedule saying we were starting at 9 instead of 12 Lando: I changed his clock from AM to PM Christian: I think you may have overdone it Max (bursting into the garage): WHAT YEAR IS IT?Â
Y/n: If I blended Red Bull, five hour energy, monster, coffee, and hot Cheetos into an energy smoothie...would it kill me? Logan: *shrugs* only if you die Y/n (getting out the blender): you're so smart Logan Max (running into the room): y/N STOP!
Lance: I got Netflix like you asked! Y/n: OH that's amazing! I've been mooching off Max's and Arthur's accounts for a while. This will be nice! Lance: Wait, what do you mean accounts? Y/n: Their Netflix accounts? Lance: Y/n: Like their profiles? I wanted one of my own, they're like $12 Lance: Lance:....Oh....You meant the account on the service... Y/n: Yeah, what did you think I meant? Wait...What did you buy? Lance: Lance:....Netflix...
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some cotl sketches of me trying to find the lamb in my style and get used to drawing them. overall im pleased!
also a (very wordy) list of random headcanons if you're interested
im quite late to fandom so none of those are particularly original but hey, all in good fun
⢠the lamb was born after the start of the sheep genocide. they feel quite young to me (and pretty much every plot important npc calls them some versions of a "child" at one point or another. granted, most of these npc's are centuries old gods bUT----) and it would've taken a good lot of years to wipe out an entire species, especially one as prolific as sheep. living in constant awareness alertness mistrust and dread did a number on their psyche. i picture them generally pretty apathetic and passive, yet perseverent and focused on survival. at least before their first death
⢠the lamb was malnourished and all in all weakened when they were killed. not like they've ever had the opportunity to consistently eat and sleep well, but also i don't think the cultists troubled themselves much with basic needs of soon-to-be dead lamb. so the lamb sickly thin and their fur is brittle and overall they do not look good. of course the red crown gives them strengths and stamina far beyond any ordinary mortal's, but their body still locks in in this state (the lack of need in food or sleep also affects this)
⢠their eyesight gradually goes to shit, because this much eyebleeding isn't good for you, surprisingly enough. it distorts and weakens their sclera so they slowly become more and more farsighted. at first it wasn't a problem since every time they die their body returns to its basic state, but the more time passes and the better they become the less they die, and it's good, but it also makes the affects of any injuries more and more permanent. the red crown sometimes transforms into glasses, but only when the lamb are on the cult's grounds and preferably alone. in crusades they rely on their experience, skill and of course magic. and their eyesight isn't so bad that they can't see a sword in front of their face. not yet, at least
⢠the scar encircling their neck is the only one that doesn't go away with dying, since it is how they appeared before narinder for the first time. they cover it with the bell choker and do not like touching in this area since the scar tissue messed with its sensitivity, making it practically nonexistent, and it feels weird and unsafe
⢠their nails became claws after the resurrection, not because it makes any sense but just because i think it looks cool
⢠they are really really tired of washing the blood off their face
#cult of the lamb#cotl#cotl lamb#cotl fanart#fanart#my art#cotl headcanons#first post#lets see if i got everything right#probably will do the same thing for narinder's follower form#with death comes peace au#yes it got a name eventually
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âŽÂ tags ; top + gn!reader (no desc of parts but reader is fucking him), unabashed daddy kink, implied verse, small age gap, bottom megumi, petnames (boy, baby) thorough discussion of megumis daddy issues in exactly the direction you think, 18+
⎠wc ; 1.3k
âŽÂ a/n ; i haven't slept . im not responsible for anything. will not be taking questions at this time. đŤĄ
He's the prettiest thing you've ever seen in your life.
You tell him as much. He pretends to hate hearing it. Soft features bend at hard angles to convincingly drive in the fact that he detests it. Megumi is always like that. For the years you've known him - anything he's at risk of playing his hand too quickly, he retracts. You think that's why you're so addicted to getting him to let go.
He scowls, has the signature Zenin mean mug that almost makes the whole schtick convincing. You know better though. Maybe because you've known him since highschool, or maybe because you simply find him easy to read.
You've never met someone so touchstarved or so delicate all while being so, so mean. There's a lot Megumi can do but he's shit at hiding when something bothers him. When he's irritated, he's petulant and when he's pleased - you'd almost describe him as docile. In his own way. In the way a dog who used to cage fight could be.
You have an interesting relationship to Megumi. You're a stray just like him - with your family being a Zenin lapdog and you being their black sheep. You have a lot to relate on, but Megumi finds your attitude grating. Finds the harshness of your personality difficult, and finds the finesse you have for slaughter and violence to be nauseating.
It's probably why he makes wide, wet eyes at you whenever you're alone. Closest thing he has to someone he can depend on with more experience. You're quick to appraise his work when you go on trips together. Despite your acting smug and Megumis frustration about your attitude, he soaks up the praise like a pretty little sponge. He's only a few years younger than you though, despite how he acts.
(Sometimes you think he wants the gap to be a little wider. )
A cute kid, only two years younger than you. Soft, striking green eyes. Soft lips. A mean little glare and spiky mop of black hair to compliment pale, cream colored skin. Megumi blushes easy, bruises even easier. His knees and elbows are a pretty cherry-blossom pink like something out of a movie scene.
The first time you fuck Megumi, its mostly because you're drunk and interested. It'd be stupid to not be interested in a face so pretty and desperate for approval.
All times after that are false happenstance. You make a routine of it - a silent game that makes it look like you're coercing him so he doesn't have to accept his own wants with any seriousness. You're cool with the ambiguity cause you're a little sick in the head. It's enough to fuck him, and sometimes when you're generous - to have him fuck you.
Megumi is pretty when he's being fucked. He changes his tune fast when his dick is a little hard and his guard is down - never thought that bratty little fucker could whine like he's in heat until you pulled the sounds out of his mouth yourself.
You always reaffirm how much he loves attention and praise and pampering when you fuck Megumi. He likes when you appraise him like that too. Soft compliments about his pretty little hole and the tightness of his waist. You manage it with relative ease. Makes your whole core throb just to see how much he twitches over something so slight and so easy. Such a mean fucking kid - such a brat, all welled up anger and abandonment issue.
Sometimes you wanna make him cry from him pain.
But most times, like now - you offer Megumi sweet pleasure. Give him that gentle, doting authority that he seems to fiend for. Desperate for reprieve in a way that stains his face, despite his attempts to brush it off.
Megumi takes dick like he was born for it. Slender fingers grip at your waist and claw at your back like he wants to rip you in half - tear you limb from limb but his legs wrap around your waist like he'd die if you left him for one fucking second. Megumi likes being full, you think. And he likes more when you praise him for taking your cock with such ease.
It's not rocket science to figure out he has some issues with authority. That distant relationship with his sensei and absent father make it obvious that he never wants to let anyone get too close. He could never really entertain certain relationships, he could never actually ask for approval. It's too little, too late.
Still, it surprises you a little when you first hear him say daddy. Not a lot, but enough that you pause in mid-thrust to stare at him a bit. He's mortified at the realization.
But you're not much less of a scumbag you figure, than all the figures in his life. You nod instead, feel arousal spark up in your stomach and claw it's way into your throat as you fuck him even harder.
("Daddy, huh?" You laugh because it's funny and you think the feeling of being so turned on you pass out is inappropriate. "Sure, baby. I'll be your daddy if you want." )
He doesn't say shit to you about it afterwards. Can barely look you in the during your post-sex aftercare and chat - though that conversation is never particularly romantic. You think the whole thing makes him want to die, so you don't really bring it up outside of a knowing look.
But it happens more often than that. Like a dam breaking, something slips and now Megumi can't close it despite how desperately he seems to want too. It's not even that you're particularly into it at the start.
But well, he's pretty. Prettiest little thing you've ever seen in your life, even though he's tall and strong. He's got this grace that overwhelms you into fucking him dumb whenever you can. Try as you might, you will is not strong enough to not lust over someone like him calling you daddy. That level of unprecedented whining, the affection, the need in such an embarrassing word makes your feel so horny you can barely think.
So, it doesn't particularly surprise you when Megumi calls you daddy. Not anymore.
He's weepy in the face, somewhere in the distance - and he's still wearing his pajamas when you come see him. The scene is uncomfortably domestic between two people who aren't dating, but you don't really care either way. Megumi is pretty everywhere, but he's especially needy getting fucked on his kitchen counter sitting up to cling to you.
His arms around your shoulders, face drawn together with shameless embrassed. His cock is twitchy, leaking against the flat plane of his stomach with unbridled enthusiasm. He says it in a whisper today which you can't help but find cute.
It's raw in the back of his throat, mildly gravelly as his nails dig into your shoulders with an enthusiastic whine. "Daddy. Fuck, please, can't."
"What's daddy's boy want huh?" You say, obviously mocking - a hand wrapped around shaft with a thumb over his slit. Megumi shivers. Lets out a shameful moan at the word boy that makes you laugh hard, makes your head spin dizzy with lust.
"Wanna cum," He says, but doesn't beg. Doesn't know how and couldn't figure it out if you paid him. You've spoiled him rotten after all. Filthy, really but he's prettier when he's acting precious. At least to you. "Make me cum, daddy please."
"Really milking it today, huh boy?" You chuckle and all he does is whimper. "Okay, okay. So fucking needy. Go on and cum, baby. Cum for daddy."
Megumi lets out a whine. A sound you barely knew he had in him as you say it that time and you laugh again and again as you bottom out. You watch him squirm as he finally finishes, back arching off the counter as the pleasure runs through him.
His face is still hazy when he comes down. Still beautiful in that way that makes you want to fuck him stupid and indulge for the rest of your life.
"Feel good, baby?"
He blushes faint and doesn't bother pushing you away. "Mm."
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Good morning/evening/ whenever you're reading this.
May I request Silver, Malleus, and Ace with someone who's like a sheep in wolfs clothing? Basically someone who seems intimidating and scary but is actually nice if that makes sense. Romantic or platonic is fine.
Malleus, Silver, Ace with a Sheep in Wolf's Clothing
hi! thank you for waiting, i hope this is what you wanted <3
Malleus Draconia
At first, Malleus is absolutely enchanted by the way you carry yourself. Your cool exterior, fierce glances, and aura of danger? Heâs genuinely impressed. In his eyes, youâre practically royalty, strolling through campus with an air of mysterious authority that rivals his own.
But one evening, when the two of you are alone, he watches as you carefully kneel down to help a tiny creatureâa shivering, injured bird, fallen from its nest. Heâs speechless as you whisper gently to it, cooing softly as you tuck it into a makeshift cradle from your scarf.
âAh, so even the fiercest can be kind,â he says, thoroughly charmed.
You look up, cheeks red. âWhat? No, I meanâ I wasnât⌠fierce,â you mutter, trying to explain away your rough side.
Malleus lets out a low chuckle, genuinely amused. âThereâs no need to pretend with me, Child of Man. I find this side of you⌠endearing.â And with that, he offers his arm, as if escorting the most dignified person heâs ever metâlike of course youâd be kind.
And every time he sees you after, he watches you just a little bit closer, hoping to catch more glimpses of the sweet, gentle heart beneath your âterrifyingâ façade.
Silver
Silverâs first impression? Oh, you were fierce, alright. With that intense stare and sharp wit, he thought you were the kind of person who could take on a horde of fire-breathing dragons without blinking.
But it doesnât take him long to notice the little things: how youâre the first to offer help in a quiet, unassuming way. Or how you gave Grim half your lunch when he wouldnât stop whining about his empty plate.
One day, he finally works up the courage to ask. âYouâre⌠not like most people expect, are you?â
You blink, caught off guard. âUh⌠how do you mean?â
He tilts his head thoughtfully. âYou seem⌠gentle. Like someone who cares more than they show.â He says it simply, but with a warm smile.
âOh! Iâwell, I guessâŚâ You clear your throat, trying not to look too pleased. âYeah, I try to be. Is that⌠weird?â
Silver chuckles softly, shaking his head. âNot at all. I think itâs admirable.â And with that, he goes back to his usual quiet self, though you notice he hangs around a bit more often, maybe just to keep an eye on youâor to be near you, enjoying the company of the sweetest âwolfâ heâs ever met.
Ace Trappola
Ace was 100% convinced you were bad news when he first saw you. The way you stood, arms crossed and serious, maybe even a little cold, he thought for sure you were a total menace. So when he finds you one day, crouched down and helping a stray cat drink from a cup youâd brought, he actually does a double-take.
âYou⌠feed stray animals?â
You look up, blushing furiously. âUh⌠yeah? Why wouldnât I?â
He bursts out laughing, clapping his hands. âOh man, and here I thought youâd, like, fight a cat if it came too close!â
You roll your eyes, trying to act annoyed, but you canât help but laugh, too. âYeah, yeah, real funny.â
After that, Ace doesnât let you live it down. Heâll pull you along when he sees a lost animal just to watch you fuss over it, teasing you the whole time. âOh no, donât let the fearsome âtough guyâ break out the baby voice again!â
But despite the endless teasing, he genuinely loves seeing you drop the act and show your soft side. And even if he wonât say it out loud, he thinks itâs pretty awesome having a friend as kindâand surprisingly tenderâas you.
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Sooo I had this idea most likely inspired by a bunch of other fanfics I read...
Follow up part: 2
Ghost kid in Gotham
The Beginning
So far Danny counted two times in his live that he had died or at least sort of remembered dying.
The first time he died, he had been eight and in an horrible turn of events was forced into a fight to death with his twin. All because Danny couldn't be like his brother. He couldn't kill, he continuously nearly fails his missions if it weren't for his twin finishing of targets that were supposed to be his. The league had seen him as the black sheep of the family. He was no assassin material yet his twin brother still protected and adored him. But then their grandfather saw how he became a weakness for the true heir. All because Danny couldn't get his shit together during one mission they were sent on together. Resulting in his twin sustaining an injury.
So Danny was sentenced to death in an obvious fight the entire league knew he could nore would ever want to win. The fight had drawn out his twin at least attempting to get him to fight back to show their family that he was worth keeping by showing his skills, even if Danny couldn't kill, he could still fight excellently. But Danny didn't play along, instead he let his brother kill him with the final blow. He didn't even bother attempting to dodge.
His first death had probably been very cruel towards his brother, but at least it meant that his twin, Damien would live on.
Though he didn't expect that right before his body could grow cold forever, that their mothers still had somewhat of a heart and dunked him into the pits and revive Danny the first time. (Only later through Clockwork did Danny learn that he had been dropped in a pit of contaminated ectoplasm which probably was also the reason he even survived - well sort of survived - his second death)
He did come out as a feral kid though he barely remembered his time at the Chicago Orphanage. His former parents the Fantons had told him that he had been a feral kid the first year they had him. Apparently for the longest time Jazz had been the only one that could touch let alone get in hugging distance of Danny without getting bitten. Jack liked to show off the bite marks as lovely memories his sweet little Danno gave him the first time he hugged eight years old Danny.
The second time he died, he had been 14 and to this day he still thinks that a dare was one of the dumbest things one could die from. Of course his adopted parents weren't normal. They were ecto-scientists, studying ghosts or rather ecto-entities. And of course they were treading the line of mad-scientists with an entire lap in the basement and ecto-weaponry laying out and about throughout the entire house.
So when his parents build a portal to punch their way into another dimension that didn't work his friends just had to dare him to get in there to take a photo - or had it been a video - of it.
Who would have guests that the on batten was inside the damn thing instead of outside and that his stumbling and catching himself on the damned button would just so happen to punch open that portal with him in the middle of it all.
Let him tell you, getting electrocuted was not a fun way to day, nor is getting revived yet again by ectoplasm that was spewing out of the portal and mixing with his DNA. At least he got some cool powers from that accident and did not go feral like he did the first time round.
Danny shuddered, imaging if he had gone feral back then with Phantoms powers. Good he truly would have been the menace Amity still couldn't decide if he was or not.
Either way that were the two time he counted in his death tolls so far. Of course there were a couple of other times. Like that one time Sam made a wish. But he didn't really count them since well they didn't have any sort of big change that followed them.
But right now. He was probably close to his third accounted death. Strapped to the table. His chest pretty much sliced open and he was pretty sure that one of the tubes on the table across the room still contained his liver his Mo- Maddie had taken out and the other his arm that had been cut off by Agent K to test his healing.
Well he should have known better than to let his sister convince him that his adoptive parents would turn on him. Looks like that with their working with the GIW and him on the table they had finally broken the last bits of trust both Jazz and him had in them.
Danny had long lost the energy to plead with them, that it was still him. At least he would be a full ghost once the bloodless and missing limbs did him in. Really his human body wasn't as resistent as his ghost body. But at least staying in human form would protect his core. Really the worst that could happen was his human side dying right now.
Letting out a mute sigh Danny closed his eyes letting exhaustion take his mind into oblivion. The only sad thing was, that he never got to find out how his twin Damien was doing and if he was still with the leagueâŚ
TIME OUT
When Clockwork first had set the path for this timeline he did not realize how damaging his king's parents' reaction was. As he looked at his king strapped to the table, cut open and even missing limbs, he for a brief moment regretted that he only ever watched the timelines and sent others to intervene. Rarely did he himself interfere but this time he had to. Otherwise his king would lose the part that made him the kindest among all the ghosts in the Infinit Realms.
Carefully he removed his king from the chains holding him down and took him with him. Away from the horrors he was facing and away from the Family that was supposed to preserve his king's kindness and humanity.
It looked like he had made a grave mistake but it was something that was still possible to fix. The timeline had yet to turn into a doomed one. And so Clockwork decided to take his king away and bring him to a place that would have a close amount of ectoplasm as Amity had as well as one of the strongest Spirits in existence to protect him until he was ready.
Looking down at the teen in his arms, Clockwork also decided that his king did not need the painful memories his supposed family gave him. A blue light engulfed his kind as Clockwork let his powers work. Turning the clock back only for his king. The missing limbs returned and his open wounds closed as the body in his arms shrunk.
In mere seconds the Master of time was holding his king at the age of his first death in his arms, yet the state was not the same. The scars of his second death were still present, telling that his powers as halfa were still present in his king's small bodies. With this his king would be ready to be dropped off to his next family. Hopefully Clockwork wasn't making a mistake again but keeping his king truly safe this time.
TIME IN
Lady Gothem was not impressed with the Master of Time as that old man dropped off the body of their king with little to no explanation. Last she knew her king was supposed to be a teenager, a halfa so powerful that the Infinite Realms were supposed to become a much safer place than they ever had been under any of the previous kings.
All the Master of Time had offered her was a cryptic - and honestly when was that old cogwheel not - message of protecting his king and returning him to his family. Really the next time she they meet she would not miss the chance to lecture Cronus. But for now she studied the young sleeping king in her arms, noting the similarities he held to the youngest of her knights.
Ah, so that was the family the old cogwheel meant. Well it looked that her knights were not only hers alone now but would also protect her king now. But who to bring him too, she mused. Surely her dearest among them would have no qualms taking the child in but he was currently not in their home. The little knights of other haunts have requested his help and called him away to that watchtower.
Mentally the city's spirit went through all her knights until her thoughts stopped by one in particular. The knight she was going to request help with from her king anyway. What better way was there than taking care of two problems with one action. He would surely take that child to the others as well as receive her king's help with his little contamination problem.
With her decision made, Lady Gothom made her move.
#danny phantom#bruce wayne#damian wayne#jason todd#dp x dc#crossover#danny fenton#fanfic#batfam#danny and damian are twins#feral danny#ghost king danny#de aged#de aged danny#clockwork#lady gotham#unedited#random idea#no beta wie die like danny#dpxdc
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I didnât know I wanted you (Until I couldnât have you)
Part 2/5
ââŚHeâs always talking down to me and treating me like a child.â Buck huffed as they slowly followed the hiking trail to a platform above a waterfall.
Buck let out a wistful sigh, releasing all his pent up stress as he enjoyed the view. âHey, Tommy.â
âYeah?â
âDid you know this waterfall is a 30 foot drop? They say itâs the most beautiful during rainfall.â
âOh yeah?â Tommy smiled, leaning against the platform railing and looking down.
âYeah a-and in the 1850s, miners created the canal to wash gold from the earth. This park actually has connections toââ
âThe gold rush, yeah.â Tommy nodded. âHave you ever been here before?â
âNo, but..it was on my bucket list.â Buck ducked his head with a bashful chuckle. âThanks for uhâŚflying me out here.â
âSure. You seemed like you needed to get away from all the noise and get out of your head a bit.â
âYeahâŚâ Buck sighed. âSorry for kindaâbringing that here with me. Iâm just really frustrated.â
âI get it. Working under a guy like Gerrard can be pretty taxing. I lost myself in so many hobbies trying to forget about the work day, and I didnât really have any family to turn to so it was better than keeping it all bottled up.â
âOr punching someone.â Buck replied with a laugh.
Tommy joined the laughter, nodding in agreement. âYeah. Or that.â Tommy briefly paused. âAnd besides, I did fly Eddie to Vegas, and you seemed like you felt a little left outââ
âYeahâ Buck admitted with a smile âa little. A-and this is a bit of a further distance than Vegas. Ahân-not that this is a competition or anything.â
Tommy shot Buck a charming smirk that made Buckâs heart swell with the feeling he desperately tried to ignore. âRight. Not a competition.â
In an attempt to redirect the conversation and his own feelings, Buck suggested heading to the picnic area.
âThese chicken wraps are amazing.â Tommy complimented with his mouth full.
âThanks I, uh, I learned to cook from Bobby.â
âMm.â Tommy hummed, continuing to eat to his heartâs content.
âWe should do this again sometimeâoh, look, thereâre some sheep over there!â
âYeah theyâre here for vegetation management. Pretty cool, right?â
âVery cool.â
âAnd, yes, Evan. Iâd love to come here more often with you. Maybe we can do this every time our schedules align?â
âThatâd be great!â Buck smiled widely, that nagging feeling returning once again.
Tommyâs so cool.
When Buck got home, he laid out on his bed, sighing dreamily as he reminisced about the day he had.
The waterfall was amazingâTommyâs so coolâThose sheep were so cute! We even saw a horseâThe way Tommy knew the entire trail like the back of his hand was really impressiveâThe park was so quiet and calmingâTommyâs such a great person.
Eventually, the thoughts of Tommy won him over, and Buck just couldnât stop thinking about Tommy. The best, coolest, most amazing guy heâd ever met.
No, that would sound a little too weird right? I donât mean it in a weird way? How do I even mean it?
I like hanging out with Tommy. I like Tommy. Heâs cool. So cool. The coolest.
And I don't wanna weird him out.
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Sacrilege
summary: being the daughter of a Pastor meant your life was the Bible through and through. Noah being the son of the choir director meant that even though he rejected the faith, he still showed up. Youâve known Noah all your life and always tried to get him right with Christ so he wasnât predisposed to an afterlife of eternal damnation. What you didnât expect though, was for him to begin chipping away at the walls of the only thing youâve ever known. Faith.
pairing: PastorsDaughter!Reader x Noah Sebastian
warnings: sacrilege, smut, religious themes, corruption kink, unprotected sex, mentions of cult-like behaviors, "kool-aid" incident mentioned, just please beware reading this if this is not your vibe!!
word count: 4.6k
A/N: this is an 18+ blog so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! This is ALL FICTIONAL!!
You and Noah had known each other since you two could talk. He was always the rebellious one, you were the rule follower, you had to be. Your father was the Pastor of the Concrete Commune of Christ.
Coining its name based off of how "solid" the communityâs connection to God was.
But even concrete can crumble.
âHave you changed your ways yet?,â You question him, âI grew up with you, Noah, I really donât want you to go to hell,â
âOh, Dove youâre gonna go to hell too,â he smirks, all of this was a joke to him. He has made it clear to everyone in the commune, from a young age, how he feels about religion but they let him stay in hopes that the 28 year old will one day accept Jesus as his Lord and Savior.
âNo Iâm not,â you shriek, âIâm a follower of God, I live by the book,â
âYou live by the book huh?,â he plucks the collar of your shirt, âDeuteronomy 22:11, âye shall not wear cloth combining linen and woolâ⌠your little sweater with the mock collar is a sin,â
âLeviticus 19:28,â you eye his tattoos, any time you two were near each other, it was a banter like this. Noah found it amusing but you were serious. You cared about everyone in the commune, you wanted them to make it to Heaven.
âIâve made my peace with knowing I wonât make it to those pearly gates,â he gets closer, âIf I did itâd probably be to spit in your Godâs face and dethrone him,â
âNoah, thatâs blasphemous!,â you gasp, âW-what⌠what is wrong with you?,â
âYour God makes no mistakes right? So he made me this wayâ
âSatan really has his claws in you,â you give a shaky breath.
âHeâs a cool guy,â shrugging as if it were a normal statement, âHeâs not as uptight with the rules to brainwash you all like cattle,â
âItâs not brainwash! This is the way. The word of God is the true light,â
âWhy do you think heâs called the Shepherd, Dove? Because youâre all sheep. None of you think for yourselves. It wonât be long before your father is feeding you all kool aid and you all commit mass suicide,â
âYouâre real nasty you know that?,â How dare you he question your faith. Your faith is all youâve ever known and as far as you are aware, it's the reason you wake up every day.
âOh baby you havenât seen nasty. I can show you though,â
âI cannot commit sin as freely as you,â the disgust written all over your face, âI cannot commit sin with a clear conscience,â
âSo repent,â He brushes a strand of hair out of your face, âWhat did your Lord and Savior die for if you donât sin? You really want him to have died for nothing? Up on that cross with nothing but a sponge of vinegar in his mouth. You really want to be that ungrateful and not appreciate his sacrifice?,â
He gets closer to where heâs whispering in your ear. Heâs so haunting, so⌠unholy, you question how he doesnât burst into flames when he walks through the doors of the sanctuary.
âI can show you a real baptism. I bet youâd look pretty in all white⌠wet⌠as you cleanse your soul of the dirty acts youâve committedâ
âW-we⌠we should really focus on getting the lesson together, Noah,â you scoot your chair away from him and turn back to your bible, âI think the book of Psalms will be a great place to start. We can teach the others about the protection the Lord gives as long as you believe and do right unto others,â
Noah played your little game. Giving you pointers for the lesson. For someone who rejected faith the way he did, he knew the Bible pretty well, better than you actually, and almost no one in the congregation knows the Bible better than you.
Thatâs what started your time spent together. Your father was wary of Noah, considering his tattoos and his music taste outside of the church but when he saw the way Noah studied the Bible with you, he figured you were a good influence, he figured that you were following in his footsteps and spreading the gospel.
Except that wasnât the case.
Noah was planting seeds in the garden that was your mind. He sat beside you every Wednesday night and Sunday morning whispering in your ear. Deconstructing everything your father was speaking at the altar.
He was able to plant seeds of doubt so easily and that shook you. How solid was your faith if you could question it in just a few weeks? Maybe the Devil is trying to get you on his side, but you must stand firm. So you pray more, you sit at the altar more, you sing hymns so that the voice of doubt could be drowned out.
But it was proving to be pointless almost, youâd go home every night and find it hard to read the Bible. Finding it hard to believe in a God that let horrible things happen around the world and to innocent people.
How do you keep faith like that?
Thatâs how you find yourself in the pulpit of the church.
Looking up at the statue of the figure that you called Lord and Savior for the last twenty something years of your life.
âLord, if youâre listening I really need you to keep me strong in my stance. If youâre really there why is my faith in you wavering? If youâre really up there⌠why donât you help the poor? Why do you keep sister Paula in an unsafe situation with her husband? If youâre really there-,â
âNo one is listening, Dove,â
He has a teasing edge to his tone. Heâs making fun of you.
âNo one is up there answering your prayers,â his voice gets closer until heâs sitting beside you, âYouâre alone. Youâre praying to a voice in your head. You want to know why he doesnât help the poor? Because he isnât real. And if he is⌠then heâs one selfish fuck. Wanna know why sister Paula stays with her abusive husband? Because your father brainwashes his congregation into believing that divorce is something that immediately sends you to hell. Either that or your God is a sadistic voyeur,â
You feel Noah wipe the tears off your face as you turn to look for him.
âThere are no pearly gates⌠there is no eternal damnation. Everything you were taught was to keep you in line. To keep you docile. But I know you wanna be set free, Dove,â
He sucks the tip of his thumb, humming at the taste of your tears.
âDo you want me to open the cage and set you free? Do you want me to show you the real light?,â
âI will be forsaken,â thereâs a tremble in your tone. Your wings have been clipped long enough and yet now that you have the option to fly, a part of you wants to stay caged.
âYouâve already been abandoned, Dove,â his spit covered thumb traces over your lips, âI can give you something to pray to. Something thatâs tangible. Something you can see⌠touchâŚ,â
âI can be your God,â he was so close to your face now, so close that his lips were touching yours, you could smell the sweet mint of his favorite gum, âI can make today your judgment day. I can walk you to the light, Dove,â
âH-how? Youâre just a mortal like me,â
âYou doubt me but believe in a man that rose on the third day?,â he was smiling as if your words were the world's best comedy. The congregation had its hooks in you deep. But it's okay, he'd remove them with ease.
âNoah. I donât wanna go to hell,â you cried, it was hard to break free of all you were taught
âWith me, heaven is the only place youâll go. Follow me and I can show you the real way. Follow me and you wonât have to live your life in fear. Follow me⌠and I will show you how a real God treats his followers,â
Before you can answer, Noah is taking your hand and guiding you to your fatherâs study, locking the door before letting go of your hand.
âPsalm 90:17, what does it say again?,â
You swallow thickly, you know the verse and for some reason itâs not coming out. It doesn't feel right to spew scriptures anymore.
âYou claim to know the Bible front and back and canât recite one of the easiest scriptures?,â
Why was he being so mean? One minute he seems as though he wants to help but the next heâs asking you questions related to scripture, what is his game?
âI do know it itâs just-,â
âNot important enough to remember,â he leans back on your fatherâs desk, arms folded, tattooed muscles stretching the sleeves of his tight black tee.
âLet the favor of the Lord our God be upon us, and establish the work of our hands upon us. Yes, establish the work of our hands" Noah answers for you, sarcasm dressing his tone as he throws his hands up as if he's praising, âwhat does that scripture mean, Dove?,â
âIt means⌠itâs a plea for the Lord to bless people and their work beyond imagination,â you seemed dazed.
âEvery night thatâs the last thing I speak before bed after I cum to the thought of you on your knees, praying to me,â
âM-Matthew 7:15, Noah⌠Beware of false prophets, who come to you in sheepâs clothing but inwardly are ravenous wolves,â
âAnd you are but a little lamb,â He pushes himself off the desk to circle you and suddenly⌠he feels like a hawk circling his prey, âI never came to you in sheepâs clothing⌠you knew who I was from the beginning,â
He was so close now. Whispering in your ear so close that it sent shivers down your spine.
âI had faith you could change. I prayed for you every night, Noah I wanted you to see the light,â
âI am⌠the true light. I donât need you to pray for me⌠I need you to pray to me,â
âI cannot⌠Exodus 20: 4-5. There are no other Gods, Noah,â
His dark chuckle made your stomach do flips. How is he okay with laughing in the face of God like this?
âYouâre forgetting a vital piece of that scripture, Dove,â his hands are touching you now and you find it embarrassing when his grip has to tighten when your knees buckle.
âI am not-,â
âI hate my people worshiping other Gods,â he answers plainly, âYour God admits there are others amongst him. Heâs just a greedyâŚ,â
A kiss to your neck makes you gasp, your mouth feels dry as you choke on your saliva.
âSelfishâŚ,â a little nibble where your neck and shoulder meet, âUnworthy prick who doesnât deserve a lamb like you. I deserve you. I deserve your praise. I deserve to hear you sing songs about me. I deserve to experience the look on your face when your knees ache from being on them so long when praying,â
His hand is under your skirt now, do you push him away? Do you⌠do you welcome it? What if this is God testing you to see if youâre a true follower?
Will you follow him?
Or the Devil?
âI deserve to be the flesh and blood you devour every first Sunday,â
His middle finger swipes between your lips and thereâs an unfamiliar rush that takes over your body.
âLet me show you the fruit I bear,â
You can feel him smiling against your ear as he speaks directly into it. It feels like heâs speaking to your soul. All this time youâve been praying and itâs been nothing but silence but now⌠now here Noah is, speaking his word into your ear and itâs taking over your mind.
Thatâs all youâve ever wanted, was a voice in your ear with a sense of direction. Maybe the Lord has forsaken you⌠maybe itâs time to try a new path of faith?
âShow me the light,â you breathe out.
Those were the words he was waiting for. Thatâs all he needed to hear before heâs turning you around and gripping the nape of your neck to plant his lips on yours in a searing kiss. It was overwhelming, to feel his lips and his tongue and then his hands roaming your body as he sets you on the desk.
âCan I taste you?,â he asks, âCan I taste the sweet fruit you bear?,â
You donât know exactly what he means by taste you but with the eyes of a lamb, you nod to him.
âI will be a good disciple. Show me the truth and I will follow you,â
The words coming out like projectile vomit. The haze of the confusion and deteriorating faith creates a cast over your mind.
Noahâs hands are slowly taking off your cotton panties, eyeing the string of slick that follows before it breaks its connection to your underwear and lands on your inner thigh.
âSo ripe. So fresh,â he mutters as he lowers himself on his knees, âI just might have to worship you,â
It makes your cheeks heat up. All your life, all youâve known is worshiping something you canât see. You were taught to be humble and modest and yet here you are⌠with a heretic on his knees before you claiming he wants to praise you.
A flip switches.
âShow me,â you plead softly, âI wanna know what itâs like to be praised,â
If you didnât know any better, youâd have thought his eyes turned completely black for a second, but itâs too late now. Youâre already committing sin and like Noah said⌠donât let Jesus die for nothing, right?
His lips make a path on your inner thighs before they find that string of slick. You feel his warm tongue flatten against your thigh and suddenly his eyes are in the back of his head and he lets out a moan that was devilish, it came from the core, as if he was parched and it was the first drop of liquid he received after a long, desolate journey.
âI knew youâd taste good,â
Youâre watching his every move. You canât tear your eyes off of him. Especially when his mouth isnât even an inch away from your core. He stared and stared and you were wondering if something is wrong.
So you try to close your legs but heâs not having that. His big hands spread them even wider than they were before, taking in the view.
âMy goodness maybe there is a God,â he smirked as he stared at your wet lips, âBack out now, Dove, because once I start, I will feast as if itâs the last supper,â
âI wanna see the light. Show me the light, No- OH!,â
Youâre immediately cut off when he finally touches you. His mouth is so warm, heâs getting you all over his face like a juicy peach in the summer time.
Youâre gripping the edge of the desk as if your life depends on it and with what heâs doing, it seems like it does.
Heâs suckling on your bundle of nerves, his finger tips are digging into your thighs and it feels so good but all the sounds youâre wanting to make are trapped in your throat.
âN-Noah⌠N-,â you wheeze
âN-N-Noah,â he pulls back and mocks you. Heâs taunting you and it brings a wave of embarrassment so bad that tears flooded into your eyes, âRelax. Youâre being a good disciple,â
Your eyes flutter at those words as he dives back in. Heâs lapping at you as if you have a prize inside and he wants it.
Then you feel it. Heâs sliding a finger in and it takes your breath away.
âThere we go,â he whispers against your clit, âTell me when Iâve hit that spot,â
You have no idea what spot heâs talking about. Not until heâs adding a second finger and reaches deep within you and lightly curls his finger.
âOh! O-oh m-my⌠goodness!!,â your legs bend and tremble, toes pointed. You donât know what that is but it feels immaculate.
âThere she goes,â Heâs got you now. He now has made a mental map of your core. Knowing what makes you cry out, what makes you mewl like a cat in heat.
His fingers are speeding up and your juices are splashing on the ugly carpet of the church office.
Youâre committing sacrilege and you know itâs wrong but why does it feel so⌠right? so⌠Heavenly?
Your stomach begins to tighten and you need something better to grip on, so your hand flies to Noahâs head, gripping so tight the moan he gives goes straight to your core and before you know it, your body is convulsing and youâre crying asking the Lord for forgiveness for the sin youâve just committed.
âYouâre forgiven,â Noah answers, âLetâs repent, yeah?,â
He slowly stands up and within the light of the rising moon, his lips are red, swollen and glistening. Heâs sucking on the fingers that were just inside you and a part of you feels as though it should make you cringe but instead it causes your heart to race and you want to taste his tongue.
As if he can read your mind, his lips are on yours once more and you can taste yourself. Itâs not something youâd taste alone, but tasting it on Noah? Thatâs something you can get used to.
After he pulls away he pulls you off the desk and brings you around to the other side. On the back of the office door is a mirror and above the door is a cross.
âAs much as Iâd like you on your knees⌠I have something else in mind thatâs far more exciting,â he pulls you back and takes the swiveling chair so the back is against the desk before helping you on it, situating you on your knees and pulling the neckline of your top down so your breasts spill over.
He toys with your nipples with a shit-eating grin, admiring the way your body responds to him.
âHebrews 13:4,â you whine. The guilt started to creep back in, maybe you should stop, Noah would understand. With the cross staring right back at you, it all started to become too much, âLet marriage be held in honor among all, and let the marriage bed be undefiled, for God will judge the sexually immoral and adulterous,â
âI am the only God here, Dove,â
Your eyes meet his in the mirror and youâre back under his spell.
âWhat God keeps his people from experiencing something so good, so⌠freeing that it feels like theyâre ascending? I am unclipping your wings, Dove. Wonât you fly with me?,â
You feel him poke at your core, spreading the wetness, coating his tip. He just wanted to slide right in but he knew he had to work you up first. His grip on your breast was tantalizing. His tattooed hand in contrast to your skin was a beautiful sight to see.
He was right.
What God kept his people caged from experiencing beautiful sights like this?
âStart praying,â is all he says before he starts pushing the tip in, âI want to hear what you pray for,â
It was a distraction tactic but he couldnât get enough of your voice. Especially when you pray for the congregation after Bible study. It always made him hard, he always wanted to bend you over the podium and just hear your delusional prayers.
âI..,â
His hand thatâs on your breast is now gripping your cheeks and keeping your head straight to the mirror.
âDonât get shy now,â
âI call upon God, the Father..,â
He pushes in more and itâs not painful but it is a lot to handle.
âGod, the Son a-and God, the Holy Spirit,â
With each word he slowly makes his way inside of you before his pelvis is flush against your ass.
He sighs as if heâs been reborn again.
âKeep going, baby,â
âI⌠I ask that you watch over us. B-bless us with the gift to see another day. Please continue to guide and protect me,â
âYou sound so pretty praying to me,â
âB-but Iâm praying to God,â You correct.
âDove have you learned nothing?,â his chuckle was so dark, âI am your God now. Everything you do. Everything you pray for. Youâre saying it to me,â
His hips roll and it causes you tremble in his grip. Itâs dizzying. Your vision doubles as he begins a pace to move in and out of you.
âSo keep fucking praying,â
There was no room to argue. There was no hint of teasing in his voice.
You didnât want to anger him. You wanted to make him proud.
You had to be a good disciple, right? Prove to him that youâre worthy.
âGod, enlighten my mind with truth. Inflame my heart w-with⌠with,â a gasp is ripped from your chest as his hips snap into you, heâs so deep. It feels like your nerve endings are on fire and itâs hard to think straight.
You hear the mess being created between your legs and its mouth watering.
âOh God, please,â your head is thrown back and you turn to look at Noah, âWhat⌠why does it feel so good?,â
Noah licked the tears that fell down your cheek. Kissing your waiting lips, picking up his pace and he swallows your cries while you grip his wrists that are caging you in that way you donât topple over.
âI told you I would baptize you. I told you I would show you the light. I told you Iâd show you how a real God treats his followers. Youâre being reborn again, Dove,â
Your eyes roll the deeper he gets.
âGod, please,â a whimper drips off your lips, you call out into the empty office, âInflame my heart with l-love⌠enrich my life with a-service,â
Noahâs hand snaked around to your core to add pressured circles to your clit. He was everywhere.
His breath fanning on your cheek, his hand at your core, his cock deep inside, his eyes boring into your soul. His aura wrapped you up in a warm hug. This is what the presence of God feels like.
The tears flowed. This is the first time in a long time youâve felt the reward of faith. Maybe Noah was a God⌠a patient God who waited for you to find your way to him.
He has a follower for as long as youâll live⌠and maybe there after.
âDonât forsake me,â you moan, âI need you. I need something to b-believe in. Donât f-forsake me. Donât forsake me!,â
It was a prayer that Noah never expected to spill from your mouth with such conviction.
âA true God doesnât abandon his people,â Noahâs pace was deadly now. His hips clapping your ass sounded like the church drums during Sunday praise and worship. Your moans were more beautiful than any gospel Noah would help direct during Tuesday night practice.
âI will follow you, I will follow you, My Lord,â you reach behind him to grab at his hair. At this point, your hips were moving back to meet him.
âThank you!!,â a wanton moan escapes you as he adds an intoxicating amount of pressure to the bundle of nerves between your legs, âTh-thank you for⌠for you faithfulness a-and presence in my life!,â
Most people loved for dirty talk⌠but this was incomparable. This couldnât be topped. The little bird of his dreams was singing her tune for him.
Anyone could get off to dirty talk. But only someone as twisted as Noah could get hot and bothered to the sound of the Pastorâs daughter abandoning her faith to pray to him.
He is God.
Your God has been dethroned.
Youâre his now.
âI tr-trust you with this day,â your eyes were so glossy that it actually tugged at Noahâs heart, âAnd all that it h-holds,â
âFuck,â it was a mix of a moan and chuckle as he felt his cock twitch, âSay my prayer, Dove. I know youâre close. Say my prayer and youâll see the light,â
He gave you a few moments to enjoy his thrusts with an empty mind. Mouth hanging open, breath hitching, tears falling and eyes rolling.
The beauty of this moment must have been what Peter felt when he saw Jesus walk on water.
âCâmon, Dove. Say it with me,â he slowed his pace down to pull out his phone. He wouldnât record the action, but he needed to record the audio. He needed this and you wanted to put on a show, wanted to prove to him that he made the right choice.
âYou can do it,â
You donât know if you can. Heâs so deep, his fingers are circling at a pace thatâs too fast. His lips felt like they were searing an imprint onto your skin.
âLook at the cross and pray,â
He softly turned your head back to the gold cross above the door, picking up his pace once more.
âOur Father,â he begins, coaxing you to speak the words.
âWho art in H-Heaven,â the tears were spilling too fast for you to keep up, âHallowed be thy name,â
His deep tone was mumbling under your high pitched mewls, creating a lovely harmony.
âThy Kingdom come!!,â
He's bent you forward now. Hand under your chin, other still torturing your clit.
âTh-thy will be d-done,â the cross was hazy now, you were losing your wits about you. This was too good. It was shameful and it felt too good.
âKeep going, baby. Youâre making your God so proud,â
You clench around him and youâd have thought there was a dark entity around you with the way he growled.
âOn E-Earth as it is in Heav⌠en,â eyes rolling, thereâs spit dripping down your chin and onto the expensive leather that the church tithes paid for.
Noah was on the edge. This was so sinful, even for him, but yet he smiled as he took in the view of your face in the mirror. So innocent. So⌠dumb. You really did have the eyes of a lamb, no wonder it was so easy for the church to brainwash you. You didnât know any better.
But itâs okay.
Heâs here to set you free.
âGive us this day our daily bread,â he groaned along with you, âAnd forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us,â
You were almost there. You could see the light. It was coming. This was real. Noah was right.
âAnd lead us not into t-temptation⌠b-but deliver us from ev⌠evil,â you were breathless now. Panting like you were suffering from heat exhaustion.
âFor thine is the Kingdom,â Noah interjected, hips not stopping, you could feel your wetness dripping, your stomach was in knots.
âOh God!,â You trembled beneath him.
âNo,â he lightly smacked your cheek, âYou canât step into the light until youâre finished. Be good. Youâre almost there. You donât wanna disappoint me, do you?,â
âN-no,â youâre sobbing at this point. You can feel it in your guts. Heâs stirring you up like brother Jacksonâs gumbo. You were so wet. So fucking warm. The veins of Noah matching perfectly within the ridges of your own walls.
âThen finish. Youâre almost there,â
âFor thine is the Kingdom,â Noah prompted again.
âAnd the p⌠the power and the.. the glory forever a-and ever,â
Noah rolled his hips a certain way and pressed harder on your clit and that was your undoing.
âAmen,â he smiled darkly, it gave him a new life purpose to hear you scream and fall apart in his arms while staring at the cross above the door. His stills as he fills you up.
âOh God!! Oh God, please, please, please,â youâre sobbing, face fallen against the leather chair.
âIâm right here,â he speaks against your shoulder, slowly pulling out of you, admiring the way his cum spills out of you and falls onto the vintage maroon carpet. He figured he should clean it up but then he opted not to.
He turned the recording off and cleaned you up as best as he could before sitting you flat into the chair and holding your face ever so softly in his hands.
âBreathe,â he had to guide you for the next few minutes.
âAm I dead?,â you ask softly. It was the most intense thing youâve ever experienced. More than when you caught the Holy Ghost during a sermon.
âNo, Dove. Youâre very much alive,â he kisses your tear stricken cheeks.
âYouâve just been reborn. Welcome to your new purpose. Your new life,â
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âOURS - The Epilogue'
Summary: A conclusion to what has happened in the âYouâre Mineâ sequel 'Ours'
Index: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI - if i miss anything please lmk!
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Part 1 - 'Sheep'
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âReady for two and five, beautiful?â Trent cooed early in the morning pulling you closer into his embrace under the duvet. Â
âWhy does he have to be two? Itâs too old. Heâs just my little baby boy.â You dramatically pouted rolling your bottom lip. Trent leant down and kissed you, wiping the frown from your face. It was Theoâs birthday yesterday and he was officially two, Teddy approaching five.
âI know heâs our big boy now. Absolutely wild. Went so fast. I thought we brought him home yesterday.â Trent replied, kissing your forehead before rustling under the blankets to get more comfortable, sitting back against the headboard behind you pulling you with him. He let out a quiet giggle to himself. You raised your eyebrow inquisitively with a hum. âNah, heâs actually so sick though, baby. I love him. Heâs hilarious.â Trent explained his unprovoked early morning laugh. Theo was very funny and simultaneously very cute. He was smart, happy, and a little shy too. He was easily excited though and loved everything Trent did so it was a good match. Trent loved to fuel the fire, really egg him on. Having a son was everything Trent dreamed of and more.Â
âYeah, heâs very cool to be fair.â You giggled thinking of your little boy. He was cool in all honesty. He just had a vibe about him that was âcool.â Theo was the kind of little boy who effortlessly exuded a coolness that was beyond his years. It wasnât just in how he looked, though he certainly had a style all his own. He loved wearing his tiny trainers, especially ones that he could match with Trent. There was something about the way he carried himself thoughâan innate confidence and curiosity that made everyone around him smile. He was curious about everything, and it showed in how he approached the world. Theo had this way of exploring that was both deliberate and fearless. Whether he was inspecting the flowers in the garden, fiddling with a new toy to figure out how it worked, or trying to mimic the way his dad played with the football, he did it all with a sense of purpose. That curiosity made him seem wise beyond his years, as if he was always on a little mission to discover something new. What made Theo truly cool, though, was something he very clearly inherited from his dad. He had this laid-back, almost effortless charm that made you want to be around him. He was the kind of kid who could make anything look fun and easy. Theo had this warm, genuine smile that lit up his face and made others smile right back. It was identical to Trentâs. His dimples just the same. He was the type of little boy who would give you a high-five one minute and then, out of nowhere, wrap his little arms around you in a spontaneous hug. It was that combination of being adventurous, curious, and full of love that made Theo undeniably cool, even at such a young age. âVery pretty too, like his daddy.â You continued on before kissing Trentâs cheek. That too, Theo was gorgeous. Theo was a carbon copy. Trent really had said, âcopy pasteâ now twice. He had beautiful big brown eyes, the cutest nose youâd ever seen and apparently all your children were going to be blessed with Trentâs signature pout.Â
âMhhmm. Well, you made him so good on you, baby.â Trent joked pulling you into a tighter hug moving kisses down your jaw to your neck.Â
âI liked making him.â You cooed dropping your tone to a more seductive one as your ran your hands up Trentâs muscular back. Â
âYeah? Câmere, make another with me. Letâs try to make an even cuter one.â He teasedÂ
âTâŚâ You whined.âWe have to go start on said five and two year oldâs breakfasts before you go to training.â Despite starting this handsy situation. The reality of your morning wasnât lost on you. You had about 10 minutes before you were about to hear âmamaâ non stop till the first nap of the day.Â
âYeah, fairs, but I got time though. Always do for you⌠and besides youâre already wet fâme. Hmm?â Trent had glided his hand over your covered pussy. You knew he did but you hadnât acknowledged it yet just enjoying the subtly of it all. Youâd be lying if you said you werenât turned on the second you woke up seeing that man next to you. Maybe Teddy and Theo would sleep in a little. Trent was right, maybe you did have some time.Â
âMama, want be my best friend?â Teddy asked you with a smile standing beside you as you worked on making Trentâs protein shake at the marble countertop. After your slightly later morning in bed, youâd made it downstairs. She wrapped herself around your leg the moment you entered the kitchen and hadnât let go since.Â
âYeah, baby. Youâre my best friend today and everyday⌠Forever, okay?â You cooed leaning over to kiss Teddyâs hair before standing back up and turning on the blender. Trent winced hearing the loud noise so early. He covered Theoâs ears as he sat in his lap. He just giggled enamored with Trentâs theatrics.
âTed, you donât want to be my best friend anymore?â Trent decided to get involved teasing Teddy. He usually was her top choice in best friendship but you werenât complaining that she was asking you today. In the last year or so she had become more and more interested in all things girly so she was glued to you although her interest in all things Trent didnât exactly fade any.Â
âCan have lots of friends daddy, tay?â Teddy informed Trent.Â
âYeah, daddy.â You quipped cheekily. âWhat about you, my Theo baby, will you be mummyâs best friend?â You cooed, exchanging a protein shake for Theo with Trent. Scooping him up from Trentâs hold. Theo eager to be in your arms hugged you ardently smushing his face against your chest.
âMy mama. Lub mama.â Theo mumbled against your skin with a nod and sleepy smile eased by the smell and warmth of your body. Â
âTees, youâre such a mummyâs boy, huh?â Trent teased squeezing his little leg now dangling.âTeesâ had just unintentionally become a nickname for Theo. It sort of stemmed from Teddy calling him âTioâ and it just morphed into âTees.âÂ
âLub Mama.â Theo restated to make his point clear with a bit of a bite. He was in fact a mummyâs boy and he didnât care. He loved you and thought you were everything. It definitely fed your ego and your heart. When he wasnât tired and wanted to play, it was Trent and a football constantly but the second he saw you he wanted a cuddle, immediately and not a second later.
âI know me too, mate.â Trent laughed, holding his hands up in innocence. He loved that your kids were so enamored with you both. Â
âMummy, dada always with Tio. Not fairs.â Teddy pouted coming to sit on your lap. You were out on the patio in your back garden watching Trent and Theo kick a ball about in the grass.Â
âTeddy girl, you can go play with them.â You told her pulling her into your lap as you sat on a couch lounger. You cuddled Teddy in her little sweatset. She had adjusted well to Theoâs addition to your family but as Theo grew and began to be able to do more she definitely was aware when things were done without her.  Â
âLike Tio more cause heâs a boy, mama.â She sniffled dropping her face against your jumper. Teddyâs eyes started to fill with tears. You rubbed your hand up her back and kissed her hair.Â
âNo, thatâs not true, baby. Iâm sorry youâre upset though. Daddy loves you so much. I think you should tell dada that. He would never mean to make you feel left out.â You gently explained to her.Â
âDada look!â You heard Theo call out to Trent. âI fast, tays.â You smiled seeing Theo running just because, showing Trent how fast he was. Your heart sometimes ached from how cute he was. Â
âYeah go on, mate.â Trent laughed from his seat in the grass. You watched them a little longer until Theo had gotten tired so they made their way to you. Your little boy whined as he normally did longing to be comforted in your arms after he had had his fun with daddy. You took him from Trent and held him to your chest as he sighed cuddling into you sleepily.Â
âBaby bear, you didnât want to come play?â Trent asked Teddy naively. Teddy stayed glued to your side. Trent definitely taking note. He didnât realize he had made some sort of mistake so when Teddy huffed and hugged you tighter he looked to you for some sort of explanation or assistance. Â
âTeddy girl, can you tell daddy why youâre upset, please? Canât just pout, baby.â You sympathetically smiled at her before another kiss to her hair. Trent frowned and plopped himself to sit next to her on the couch and pulled her onto his knee.
âWhatâs going on, baby?â Trent gently asked her tucking a stray curl that had escaped behind her ear. Teddy tearily got out the same explanation she had given to you. âIâm really sorry, sweetheart. Youâre my baby bear I would never want to make you sad like this. What if, this week, you come with me to work. Would that be fun? Just Teddy and daddy.â Trent asked her, pressing his nose to her. A cheeky smirk began to pull her pout at its corners. She giggled as he dragged her into his warm embrace. When you had all retreated inside, one baby now very happy and the other very tired. Trent checked with you making sure it was fine if he took Teddy with him to AXA. He could take her in the morning and she could mess about, when he had actual work to do there were people there that would look after her till youâd come with Theo to grab her.Â
Teddy, being the spirited little girl she was, had been feeling a little left out lately but Trent was trying to rectify things. With Theo getting more attention because he was younger, Teddy decided she wanted some special time with her dad. So, when Trent suggested she come with him to work at AXA,her eyes lit up with delight. She eagerly agreed, her little face bright with anticipation. Once at the training ground, the energy was contagious. The crisp air was filled with the sounds of players shouting, cleats tapping against the ground, and the occasional whistle blowing. Teddy, clutching her own small football, was practically bouncing with excitement. Trent had set her up with a little goal, and they had been kicking the ball back and forth, her giggles ringing out every time she managed to send the ball in his direction. As the day progressed, you arrived at the training ground with Theo. You spotted Teddy on the pitch, her tiny legs pumping as she ran after the ball. Theo, nestled in your arms, seemed more interested in snuggling than joining the fun, clearly feeling tired from the morning's playtime. Suddenly, Teddy tripped over her own feet while trying to kick the ball. She went down with a small thud, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause. Panic washed over her young face, her big eyes widening with fear. A moment later, the tears started to flow, her small cries, shaky and scared for âdada!â echoing across the field.
âYouâre okay, yeah? I promise, sweetheart. Youâre alright. Just a little fall, thatâs all.â Trent spoke to her softly and calmly. He was at her side in an instant, his face soft with concern but also calm. He crouched down beside her, gently lifting her into his arms and brushing the hair out of her eyes. Trent wanted Teddy to be tough. âDaddy falls all the time, just apart of the game, baby.â He smiled sympathetically at her. You weren't parents who coddled but Teddy's big brown eyes crying always was a hard watch.Teddy buried her face in his shoulder, still sniffling but clearly comforted by his presence. Trent sat down on the grass with her, wrapping her in his strong arms, rocking her gently back and forth.
âEven dada?â Teddy pulled back slightly to look up at him, her eyes still wet but now filled with curiosity. She sniffled again, her small voice questioning.
âOh, definitely. I fall more times than I can count. And you know what? I just get back up and keep playing. Thatâs how we learn, right?â Trent nodded and smiled warmly at Teddy wiping away some of her teats. As they sat there on the edge of the pitch watching some small sided games play on, Trent kept Teddy close, pointing out different players on the field. Whenever someone fell and got back up, he made sure to show her. âSee that? Just like that, up and at âem! They donât even let it bother them.â Trent playfully told her, squeezing her gently. Teddy watched with wide eyes, slowly starting to see the fun in it. Trent, always the playful dad, decided to make her smile. He let out a mock yelp and threw himself dramatically onto the grass, rolling around as if heâd taken a major tumble. Teddyâs eyes lit up, and a giggle bubbled up from her lips. Teddy laughed, wiping her tear stained eyes with the back of her hand. Trent continued his exaggerated rolling, and soon enough, Teddy was rolling on the grass beside him, her giggles turning into full-on laughter. They rolled and tumbled, Trent making funny faces and Teddy mimicking him, both of them caught up in the joy of the moment.
âTâŚâ You called out cautioning him from the sidelines, a smile on your face but also a hint of sterness in your voice. He waved you off scooping Teddy up. Theo, meanwhile, was still nestled in your arms, his little pout already drooling on your chest, he still was just so little, too tired to join in on the grass but watching his daddy and sister with wide eyes. He was glued to you clearly content just to be close to his mum. Trent finally sat up, a grin on his face as he pulled Teddy close again, giving her a big, reassuring squeeze.
âDid you have fun with daddy today?â Trent asked Teddy and she nodded. âIâm so proud of you baby. Falling is just part of the game. Whatâs important is getting back up and having fun, okay?â He cooed, smiling down at Teddy, brushing a stray curl of hair behind her ear. Teddy nodded again her smile wide and her confidence restored. As they sat there, enjoying the moment, you came over with Theo still in your arms. You smiled at the scene before youâTrent with Teddy snuggled up beside him, both of them glowing with happiness and pride.Â
âYouâre pretty great, you know that?â You cooed gently, leaning down to kiss Trent on the cheek, a silent thank you for always being the wonderful dad he was.
âI try.â He cheekily responded with a playful glint in his eye. Theo, still tucked against you, let out a small yawn, his eyes beginning to droop. You brushed a kiss against his temple, feeling the contentment of the moment settle around you all.Â
Trent had an away game. It was something you were constantly learning how to navigate with two kids. As the game was about to start, you looked down at her two little ones snuggled up beside you. Theo, still feeling a bit sad, had nestled himself tightly against you, his small face pressed against your chest, finding comfort in your warmth and familiar scent. Even though he had stopped breastfeeding a long time ago, he still found solace being close to you, especially when he missed his dad. His eyelids were growing heavy with sleep, and you gently stroked his back, humming softly to soothe him. Next to you, Teddy was wearing her âdaddyâ Liverpool jersey with pride, but her attention was quickly drawn to Theoâs clinginess.
âMama! Nos! Tio canât either. Not fair!â Teddy complained with a pout, crossing her arms over her chest. Both of your kids just liked to be close to you but the breastfeeding ordeal had been a long one. Teddy didnât like the fact that Theo got to do that and she didnât but now that they both had stopped they would always find themselves still comforted by the proximity. You couldnât help but smile at Teddyâs spirited complaint. You knew it wasnât jealousy in a mean sense; it was simply that Teddy wanted to feel close and connected, just like Theo did.Â
âOh, Teddy girl. You can cuddle with us. Everyone can snuggle with Mummy.â You laughed softly, pulling Teddy in closer with your free arm. Teddyâs frown quickly melted away, replaced by a bright smile as she wiggled herself closer, her little body fitting perfectly into the space beside you. You giggled, feeling a rush of love for your children. You knew that these moments were fleeting and preciousâboth kids just wanted to be close to you, to feel loved and secure. With one arm around Teddy and the other cradling Theo, you felt a deep sense of contentment, despite the absence of Trent. Wanting to share this sweet moment, you carefully reached for your phone. You snapped a quick photo of your two angels cuddled up to you, Theo's face smushed adorably into your chest and Teddy laying on your stomach, both of them looking utterly cozy and ready to support their dad. You sent the picture to Trent with a quick messageâŚ
âReady to watch daddy. Youâll do amazing tonight, baby. Weâre so proud of you and miss you loads. Love you #66.â
A highlight of away days for Trent had to be receiving those little videos and pictures from you. He saved them all to his camera roll. He hated that he missed moments with you all but he appreciated you sharing even the small things with him. A few moments later, your phone buzzed with a reply. You opened it to find Trentâs response.Â
'I miss my babies so much. Canât wait for my cuddle with mummy when I get home. Love you, beautiful â¤ď¸'
At the stadium, Trent looked at the photo again, his heart swelling with affection. Seeing his kids in his jersey, cuddled up with you, made him laugh softly to himself. He felt a mix of pride and love, knowing you were all rooting for him even from afar. His teammates noticed the smile on his face and nudged him playfully, guessing he had just seen something special. Back at home, Theoâs eyes were drooping further as he nuzzled deeper into your chest, soothed by the steady rhythm of your breathing.Â
âMama, I miss dada lots.â Theo told you in a soft, sleepy voice.Â
âAw, I know, sweetheart. Heâll be home soon. And when he is, weâll all have the biggest cuddle ever. Does that sound okay?â You kissed the top of his head whispering softly. Theo nodded, his eyes fluttering shut as he let out a small sigh. Teddy, seeing her little brother so tired, gently patted his back, mimicking what she often saw you do.Â
âWan dada cuddle, mama.â Theo complained sadly. He just wanted Trent and it made you sad, a little guilty, and a little helpless.
âTio, dada home after heâs on the TB, tay? Dada always comes home for cuddles.â Teddy very sweetly tried to comfort him. Your heart warmed at the sight of Teddy being so caring toward her brother. You gave both of them a gentle squeeze, feeling incredibly lucky to have such loving, wonderful children.Â
âYeah, my smart girl. Thank you for helping me with Theo, baby. â You kissed Teddyâs hair. âWill a cuddle from mummy do for now?â You gently asked Theo with a frown. He sadly nodded. You gave him a dramatically tight bear hug along with Teddy. âThat's how dada gives a cuddle, yeah? How he hugs Teddy and Tees?â You smiled as they both giggled in your arms. This was everything. As the game played on the TV, you felt Theo's body relax into sleep, while Teddy kept her eyes glued to the screen, ready to cheer for her dad at a momentâs notice. You might not have Trent with you tonight, but you were together, supporting him in spirit, and that was enough for now. Trent, seeing the photo of his family back home, felt the same way. He couldnât wait for the moment when he could be back with his loves, holding them close and feeling the warmth of their little family.
âI missed you so much.â Trent whispered climbing into bed with you after he returned from his away trip. He was horny, his hands all over you. Â
âAw, we missed you so much. I had to try to replicate your cuddles but I donât think I do it as well as daddy can.â You gently cooed, running your hand over his head. Â
âIâm sure they were great, baby.â Trent sighed a little frustrated you were not catching on. It wasnât difficult to do but flipping between mum and wife sometimes got a little blurry. âI really really missed you though. Just you for myself.â He stressed as his tone dropped an octave and butterflies swarmed your stomach. He cupped your face and leaned in for a gentle kiss hoping he could start something. The kiss had your heart surging.Â
âI missed you, T. Hate when youâre not here.â You frowned pulling away from the kiss. You not only missed Trent when he went to games but you also missed your alone time with him. Having his full attention. Â
âI know, beautiful but I was thinking about how good it wouldâve been if it had been me and you alone in my hotel room. Thought about you all night wishing you were in bed with me.â He explained and your heart rate picked up. God you wished you had a night in a hotel room with him too. Babies down the hall didnât exactly allow for the loudest or most uninhibited sex. Â
âMmm, I love being in bed with you, baby.â You hummed running your hands over his warm skin. The tension was palpable, thick enough to suffocate the air in your bedroom.Â
âWoke up so hard after I had dreamt about you.â He seriously told you but you couldnât stop the smug grin from forming on your face. You looked at Trent with his pupils beginning to blow wide. His deep dark mahogany brown eyes staring back at you filled with greed.
âWhat were you thinking about T, tell meâŚâ You asked him laced with seduction. Trentâs jaw clenched remembering what he had dreamt up while he was away but equally distracted by what was in front of him now. He gripped your waist letting you grind yourself onto his growing hard. He whined a little which had you grinding with more purpose to hear it again.Â
âNah, nah, nah⌠just let me show you, beautiful. Been away from my baby for too long and want my lips all over thisâŚâ His lips began working their way down your jaw. âPerfect, perfect, perfect body.â he cooed between kisses.Â
âIt was only 48 hours butâŚâ You tried to tell him you weren't apart that long but cut your own self off with a moan. âIâm all yours. I want those perfect⌠perfect lips all over me.â You whined needing more of him. You pushed back against him to crawl over him, your knees pressing on each side of his thighs, trapping him in. Trent slipped his hand under you and begins to toy with your wet pussy. He gradually eased his fingers inside of you letting his thumb play with your clit. He curled his fingers inside of you in a way that had you falling to gasp against his neck. You rocked yourself against his hand desperate for more. It wasnât long after until you were pushing down easing Trentâs cock inside of you. You swear you saw stars. It felt so good as he bottomed out inside of you. It took barely any effort for him to slide inside from how wet he had you. The noise of your slick and your moans was everything Trent wanted this morning⌠every morning in fact. Â
âSo fucking good fâme, baby. Feel so good fâme.â Ternt moaned amongst a mutter of your name quietly echoing in the barely lit bedroom. As you continued to ride him sliding up and down on his big cock Trentâs appreciation for how good you felt was increasing.Â
âT, youâre so good, baby. I missed this. I missed you so much.â You desperately moaned as your pussy squeezed him tight. You were so close to cumming you felt like you were about to black out. You were getting tired and Trent could see that. Pleasure coursed through you as he attached his thumb to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles.Â
âI want you to cum on my cock. I need to feel you.â He tried to whisper but his pleads were hard to keep in check with his shuddering breath as you were working on top of him. You both were climbing to your highs
âBaby, please. Iâm gonna cum, donât stop.â You whined as your high crashed over you. You picked up your pace even though your legs were aching, you wanted more of him. His breaths were hot against your skin, audible. You rode him for ages in pure euphoria. âI love you.â You let out the most sinfully innocent moan in his ear. A sound he wanted to keep forever. His soul was completely in your grasp. The way you sounded and felt right now was his heaven. You pulled away and looked at him with twinkling eyes and he pushed up into hitting a spot so deep you had no other option to then fall into an earth shattering orgasm.Â
âGood girl. So good, baby.â Trent cooed as he picked you up by your ass and flipped you over to be underneath him. He picked up your knee and hiked it around his waist so he could fuck you at a new deeper angle. âBaby,â he murmured into your neck between heavy breathing. âTell me youâre all mine.â Trent cooed, removing his face from your neck, grabbing and pulling you into a hot kiss. His cock continued to drive into you, desperate with urgency. âCan you cum with me? Can you cum fâme again?â Trent asked you with desperation.
âOh god, only you, T. You forever. I'm all yours. Only want you always.â Despite your dickmatized haze you genuinely meant that. You only wanted him to fuck you forever. You were his. Your thighs began to quiver. His drew his face into your neck and let out a strained moan as he thrusted up a few more times before he filled you up. Your eyes rolled back and closed. His cum leaking out of you more as he continued to thrust into you a few more times, fucking his cum deep inside of you until he was empty. Trent fell onto your chest heavily breathing, tucking his face into your neck as you hugged him desperately.Â
âI love you so much, baby. Youâre perfect. Missed you⌠and that so much.â He breathily laughed a little bit. You two laid like that for some time, soaking in each otherâs company until the early traces of morning light rippled through your curtains. You were about ready to shut your eyes again until a little interruption pipped up.
âMamaâŚâ A little voice called out to you from the doorway of your room. âWake? What doing?â Teddy asked, rubbing her eyes with her fists awkwardly. You dropped your head against Trentâs warm skin and pulled the blankets further up you, hiding your bodies.Â
âOh shitâŚâ You giggled against Trent. âHi teddy bear.â You cooed awkwardly, turning your head to look towards her. Â
âI cuddle toos.â Teddy sleepily called out taking a step into the room. Trent very quickly cutting her off.Â
âNah nah nah. Mummy and I are just getting up. Stay right there for me, baby.â He stopped Teddy in her tracks as she listened to him. You laughed against his neck, hiding your face. Trent kissed your bare shoulder before slipping off the bed. He subtly snuck on his boxers and stood up. âCâmere you. What are you doing up so early, huh?â He cooed while walking over to Teddy.Â
âWan cuddle with mama like you dada.â Teddy pouted, grabbing at his legs waiting for him to pick her up. Trent bent over and scooped her up.
âYeah, me and mummy just were having a little cuddle this morning.â Trent winked at you and you tried not to laugh. There would always be a little bit of humor in skirting around what you and Trent got up to as adults away from your kids. âYou and I can go start breakfast and then we can have some more cuddles with mummy, yeah?â Trent cooed, kissing Teddyâs cheek. He walked back over to you with her in his arms cupping your cheek as you laid in bed.Â
âMorning mama! Missed!â Teddy yelped excited to see you a bit closer now. Trent swiping his thumb over your smooth skin.Â
âStay here, baby. Go back to sleep fâme. Me and this little bear will go start some yummy breakfast, yeah.â Trent turned his vision from you back to Teddy smushing his nose against her cheek.
âHave to still wake up one cute little boy, remember?â You sympathetically smiled at him.Â
âI know that, mummy. Me and our Ted can get Theo up though.â Trent tried to get you to go back to bed but you shook your head ânoâ with resistance. âAlright, alright. Come on baby bear! Race you.â Trent kissed your forehead before putting Teddy onto the floor. As you heard their giggles get further and further away downstairs you slowly pried yourself out of your warm bed begrudgingly but then your heart warmed as you made your way into your babyâs room.The early morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over Theoâs nursery. The room was filled with quiet, the kind that only comes just before the little boy woke up. You tiptoed inside, careful not to make too much noise. You loved this time of the dayâthe stillness, the peace, and most of all, the sweet moments you got to share with your Theo. He laid sprawled across his cot, his favorite stuffed animal clutched tightly in one small hand. His dark curls were tousled from sleep, his cheeks flushed a gentle pink. You leaned down and gently stroked his hair, Theoâs eyes fluttered open, and the moment he saw you, his face broke into the biggest, most beautiful smile.
âGood morning, my cute boy.â You gently sang above Theoâs cot. You kissed his cheek a bunch of times as he squirmed.Â
âMamaâŚâ Theo tiredly whined reaching up to you. His voice was soft but excited, still riddled with sleep. Your little sleepy boy was so cute still in his cozy pajamas. âMama, up.â Theo reached his tiny arms up begging to be picked up. You couldnât resist the request. You scooped Theo up into your arms, holding him close as he nuzzled into your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin. You breathed in the sweet scent of his baby shampoo, feeling a rush of love fill your chest.
âDid you sleep okay?â You smiled down at him, your heart melting at his enthusiasm wrapping his arms around your neck. âWant to get ready for the day, Theo baby?â You asked him, kissing his head. Theo nodded against your chest, his bright eyes wide with excitement. He wriggled in your arms excited with anticipation knowing heâd get to see Teddy and Trent soon.
âWear dada shirt, tay.â Theo told you as you held him in front of his wardrobe. Theo wanted to do anything to make him more like Trent. Literally anything, one of the cutest, maybe funniest, but easiest ways for him to achieve that was by wearing a Liverpool jersey what felt like everyday despite the mass amount of adorable clothes in front of you for him. You rifled through all the tiny clothes with a smile.Â
âOh, my Theo baby, donât you want to wear something else today?â You cooed gently kissing his temple combing through his jumpers.Â
âNos.â He giggled pushing back your hand that had taken out a sweater he didnât want to wear. âDada, like dada, tay?â He giggled. âWhat dada wear?â Theo was trying to ask you what Trent had worn for the day.  Â
âDaddyâs inâŚâ You started to answer him but you had to pause for a moment trying to think. The only thing on your mind was Trentâs naked body with you in bed this morning. âI think white shirt, baby.â You laughed softly reaching onto a shelf and pulled on a white jumper for him. Theo clapped his hands with glee, his whole face lighting up as he saw the white top.Â
âTay, me toos, mama.â Theo confirmed that was what he would wear today then too. You smiled and nodded, grabbing a pair of Dior track pants for him as well. Theo beamed up at you, his excitement contagious about the new day. He just looked so cozy. You wanted to hold him all day. Instead after you had got him changed, you held Theoâs hand as you slowly made your way down the stairs with him, letting him conquer each step. Hand in hand, you entered the kitchen. You felt a wave of contentment wash over you. The morning sun streamed through the windows, illuminating the warm, cozy interior. Everything about this house felt perfectâa haven for your growing family. The smell of breakfast filled the air. Trent was at the stove, flipping pancakes with a practiced ease, while Teddy sat at the counter, her legs swinging happily as she âhelpedâ him.
âTees! Good morning, big boy! Câmere.â Trent cooed excitedly and crouched down to Theoâs level. You let go of his hand and he darted to his dad. Trent scooped Theo up off the ground with a grunt. Â
âDaddaaa!!!! Dada up too!â Teddy turned around seeing Trent picking up Theo. She immediately ran over to Trent and Theo, getting envious of the attention.
âOkay, okay.â Trent laughed with Teddy practically climbing up him. Trent helped her up about half way as she struggled. You just smiled and moved around them to get to the refrigerator to get some things out to continue on the breakfast Trent had managed half off. To be fair, you knew how Teddy was in the morning and you knew how difficult it was too cook with her and Trent particularly struggled getting lost in joking about and morning snuggles. Â
âDid everyone give mummy a kiss this morning?â Trent cooed coming next to you on the other side of your kitchen island holding your kids in his arms. Theo nodded confirming. âMe too. Teddy bear?â He looked at her awaiting her answer. Teddy gave a him a cheeky smile knowing she hadnât gotten a chance yet. She leaned over and kissed your cheek. You gave her a âthank youâ grabbing her and pulling her back to you for a kiss to her perfect pout. Her giggles subsequently filling the room. You finished cooking and set your two little angels at the kitchen table to eat breakfast but it wasnât long till Theo started crying for you.Â
âWhatâs matter, Tio?â Teddy asked, reaching her arm out to console her little brother. Teddy was so good with him. It was expected that she was kind and attentive, that was in her nature but you felt blessed she was so helpful. You watched them tucked in Trentâs arms. He kissed your neck softly. âItâs kay. Dada like kiss mama. I saw morning.â Teddy tried to explain to Theo hugging him.Â
âJust cuddling, Ted.â Trent corrected her. You giggled at his correction unwrapping his arms around you so you could go attend to your worked up little boy. Trent gave you a wink when you turned back to him to see him following you to the table. You scooped up Theo and Trent sat next to Teddy before pulling her onto his lap. The kitchen soon buzzed with laughter and chatter, the perfect start to another day in your beautiful life together.
Theoâs newfound obsession with sheep had taken over the entire house. Every corner he turned, he would let out a loud 'Baaa!' in his best imitation of a sheep, his little feet pattering across the floor as he giggled with delight. It was as if he believed himself to be a sheep herder in his own imaginary farm. This went on for days, and while you found it adorable and amusing, Teddy was starting to get a bit annoyed.
âTioo!!!â Teddy groaned. âStop Tio!â She whined annoyed by the constant noise as Theo ran past her again, arms outstretched like little sheep ears. Theo paid no attention to his sisterâs complaints, too caught up in his game. He dashed around the living room, baa-ing even louder, a huge grin on his face. You watched the scene with a soft smile, your heart warming at Theoâs simple joy. Teddy, however, huffed dramatically, crossing her arms. When Trent returned from his away game, he was greeted by the sounds of Theoâs baa-ing echoing through the house. He immediately burst into laughter, seeing his sonâs determination to embody his new favorite animal.
âWhatâs up with you little lamb?â Trent laughed coming into the kitchen scooping Theo up in his arms. You smiled again see the identical boys across from you.Â
âI wish I could explain it. I donât know why heâs obsessed with sheep lately. I honestly donât even know.â You laughed with a sigh, unable to explain the uptick of interest to Trent, running your hand over Teddyâs hair trying to console her but not ruin Theoâs fun.
âSheep?â Trent questioned you squeezing a giggling Theo.
âSheep. Past 72 hours nothing else. Teddyâs losing her mind.â You spoke just to him. âBut youâre having fun, huh, cute boy?â You cooed gently pitching at Theos chubby tummy. His giggled warming your heart.
âWhy sheep, Tees?â He asked Theo adorably interested to hear what your two year olds rationale would be. Â
âDada, know sheep are softs.â Theo tried to qualify what merited the new obsession.Â
âErm⌠yeah I guess, mate. Any other info for me or just that theyâre soft.â Trent tried to stifle his laugh. He wasnât expecting Theo to dole out any real reasoning but âsoftâ wasnât really high on his list either. He was also trying to work out if Theo had even seen a sheep in person.
âCool toos.â Theo tacked on.Â
âOkay, soft and cool, that's valid enough. Câmere my little sheep.â Trent cooed, squeezing Theo a little tighter as he wriggled in his dadâs arms, still going on about the animal with unabated enthusiasm. Trent kissed the top of his head, clearly amused by his sonâs antics. âYou know, I think on my day off, we take them to a farm? Let Theo meet some real sheep. What do you think?â Trent grinned, turning to you, plopping Theo down to continue running about.Â
âI think thatâs a great idea. Heâd love it. And it might help Teddy have some fun too.â You laughed, nodding in agreement with a warm smile. And so the day finally came, and as they arrived at the farm, Theo was practically vibrating with excitement.Â
âSheeps! Sheeps!â Theo yelled. He could barely stay still, his eyes wide as he tried to take in everything around him. The moment Trent unbuckled him from his car seat, Theo tried to dart off towards the pens.Â
âWhat are those! Câmon Tees! Letâs go see!â Trent excitedly continued egging Theo on. Frankly you werenât really sure if Trent had an opinion about farms and animals but seeing Theo so excited had him gassed about being here. Theo bounced impatiently on his toes, glancing back at his sister. You knelt down to help Teddy tie her shoes, your fingers trying to move quickly. But Teddy was getting impatient herself, watching her brother and dad start to walk towards the entrance of the farm.
âDada wait.â Teddy cried. She frowned, her tone impatient. Just as you finished tying the last knot, Theo stopped abruptly, noticing his sister was not with them. He turned around and saw Teddy still by the car. âMama, hurry pleabs!â She asked you desperate to not get left behind. Theoâs face scrunched up with determination, and he planted his feet, refusing to move another inch.
 âTeddy hurry pleabs!â Theo yelled. His voice full of urgency. âSheeps!â He yelled once more with excitement pointing towards the animals, trying to get Teddy to understand they needed to go and now. You and Trent exchanged amused glances, hearts melting at the sight of Theoâs eagerness to include his sister in his excitement. Teddyâs annoyance faded quickly, replaced by a grin as she saw her little brother waiting for her. You encouragingly, gave Teddy a gentle nudge to go catch up to them. Really they had only gotten about a yard ahead. Teddy rushed over, and Theo immediately grabbed her hand, practically pulling her along as they made their way toward the pens. Trent laughed, following behind them with you. The sight of your little babies holding hands, Theoâs face lit up with excitement, made everything worth it. When they finally reached the sheep pen, Theoâs eyes widened, and he let out a loud gasp of pure joy. The real sheep were even better than he had imagined. He pressed his face against the fence, watching in awe as the sheep grazed and moved around.Â
âHi sheeps.â Theo whispered in wonder, as if heâs discovered magic seeing them. Theoâs face broke into the biggest smile, his earlier impatience forgotten. He turned to you, his eyes sparkling.
âLook at him. What do you think, huh? Cool and soft?â You teased crouching next to Theo pressing your cheek to his chubbier one letting one of the sheep come over to you at a fence. It was a little too real for Theo though who got a little scared and turned to grab Trentâs leg.Â
âMummy, kind of icky.â Teddy looked at you not really appreciating the smell. You nodded to her with a wink. âSmelly.â She confirmed once over.Â
âI think so too, Ted.â You hummed and although she wasnât keen Teddy was ever kind and held Theoâs hand and listened to him squeal about how great the sheep were. You and Trent stood back, watching your little angels with soft smiles. There was something so heartwarming about seeing your kids share this simple joy, united in a moment of pure, innocent wonder.Â
âI really didnât think spending my days off like this would ever be something Iâd dream of doing but I love this.â Trent smiled with a bit of a laugh watching Teddy and Theo. He leaned over to you, his voice low and filled with warmth keeping your eyes locked on them. As the sheep moved closer to the fence, both Teddy and Theo reached out their hands, fingers stretching towards the fluffy animals. Theo was completely entranced, his earlier nerves replaced by a calm curiosity and happiness having Teddy with him. Teddy, now fully invested, mirrored her brotherâs excitement, no longer bothered by the sheep noises or Theoâs antics.Â
âT⌠I think Iâm actually ⌠finally good.â You sighed feeling the gentle breeze and hot golden sun hit your skin. Things were good. Not finally maybe but more consistently. You were happy and healthy and you just loved the life and family youâd made with Trent.
âThatâs everything Iâve ever wanted to hear. You always have been good though, baby. Perfect to me in fact.â He cooed and kissed your temple âThank you for our family.â He whispered, keeping his lips pressed to your skin.Â
âOurs.â You concurred cupping Trentâs face and turning it to give him a soft and sweet kiss. The day was perfect, a new adventure that brought you all closer together, reminding you of the joy in lifeâs simplest pleasures⌠including sheep.
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