#and that mental image will live with me forever

[daisychain-unchained]

At my last job, I had two other coworkers who were as into Always Sunny as I was, and it was great. One of them had a personal goal to work as many references into conversations with customers as possible. There was one particularly nasty interaction I had with a lady only known as Umbrella Lady who told me that my “smug aura was mocking her,” and my coworker was the first to pick up that that was Frank’s line about the German Shepherd painting lmao. We’ll never know if she was quoting the show or if it was a total coincidence (she didn’t seem like the type to watch it), but it became a running joke between my other coworker and his wife after that, he told me they say it to each other all the time now. 😂

This is my first time watching the show, I’m on the last episode of season 9 and I’ve loved it! My best friend tried watching the show well before me but always told me she couldn’t really get into it. Now that I’m watching it for myself, I’m like ?? What? You didn’t think it was funny?? (But she also doesn’t like Seinfeld, so maybe I shouldn’t be surprised lol).

Every now and then I’ll find Dayman getting stuck in my head, and I’m hoping that one day I’ll come across someone who also shares the knowledge of Fat Mac

[milo-is-rambling]

I am so high I love you dabs I love you big bong rips I love you huge heavy bong I love you only having 20 dollars to my name and no plans but getting high and ignoring it I love you oh no I’m thinking about it

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

Had a realization last night.

[heartshapedbi]

going 2 get wayyy too personal in the tags have fun if u decide 2 read 👍

[onebookcharacter]

there's very few lines who stick with me since forever, but hunchback of notre dame's "you are deformed / and you are ugly / and these are crimes for which the world shows little pity" just strikes a chord every other time i look in the mirror. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to see myself through any other lens than my own trauma's

[greg-montgomery]

sleepover part 2 - dbf!hotch x fem!reader

18+ minors dni!

umm a little part 2 of staying at your dad’s best friend’s house <3 1.5k words, warnings: age gap, choking, degradation? unprotected sex 🤗

To say that your body was on fire since the night before would be an understatement. Aaron held you close until the credits of the movie started rolling, his thumb either rubbing your cheek or running circles on your neck. For such an experienced profiler you were surprised he hadn’t noticed the way you were shaking or the goose bumps on your skin.

His huge hand on you had felt rough on your skin but you wanted nothing else to touch you for the rest of your life. The subtle scent of him was stuck on your clothes and you heavily considered running errands in your pajamas, just so you could live in the cloud of his cologne.

It had just started getting dark outside and you figured Aaron wouldn’t be home until much later. That gave you time to take a long shower and also take your mind off of him and the veins on his hands.

You hit play on your favorite playlist, gathered all your best smelling toiletries, and stepped into the shower. The only problem was that the more you were trying not to think of Aaron Hotchner the more your brain focused on him. When you commanded yourself not to think about his thick thighs, your mind did the opposite. The more you were pushing him away the more he was stuck to you.

Maybe you could take care of your problem until he was home.

--

“Sweetie?”

Aaron searched around the house for you, holding a bag of takeout. He knew your favorite order from all the evenings he had spent at your house, keeping company to your dad – and naturally to you as well.

Moving further into the house, he heard the shower running, finding the reason you hadn’t been replying to him. He had to take a long breath in not to get all hot by the mental image of you in there. Naked and wet and…

No. You were younger, sweet and innocent. He had no business messing with a girl like you. You deserved a guy your age, with less baggage, without a kid, a demanding job, and a dead ex-wife.

Unfortunately for him, all his thoughts and reasons on why he should stay away vanished, the moment the door opened and you stood there in front of him with a little towel wrapped around your body and the expression of a deer caught in headlights.

“Hotch,” you said in a breath. “You’re home.”

“Yeah…I…I brought food.” He wasn’t sure how he was able to speak. Little drops of water were sticking onto your skin, and most of your body was completely exposed.

Aaron wasn’t naïve; he knew you wanted him. Still, he had never even dared to think of touching you.

But now, there you were, wrapped like a little gift just for him, looking at him with eyes that felt as if they were pleading for him to take you.

“I’m sorry for…um…” you said gesturing at your appearance, “this. I didn’t think you’d be home that soon.”

“It’s okay, honey.”

You both stood there for a moment, unable to avert your gaze from each other. The tension was strong, and Aaron knew the right thing would be to ignore it. He wasn’t thinking when he took a step towards you and he definitely wasn’t thinking when he grabbed your arm and pulled you close.

He heard you gasp at the contact and your open mouth looked deliciously inviting. Aaron wanted nothing more than to feel those lips wrapped around his dick, swallowing him whole.

“Hotch…” you whispered all needy, and it snapped him back to reality. If he didn’t let you go now, he would destroy you forever.

“I’m sorry,” he said, releasing your arm, but you grabbed his in response.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Because this is wrong.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

A sigh escaped your lips, and your hand moved across his arm, reached his shoulder, and then moved down his chest. Aaron was praying you would stop soon, otherwise there was no way he was letting you out of his arms tonight.

“Unless you want me to take you to my room you should stop right there, sweetheart,” he said.

“And if I want you to take me?”

Aaron didn’t need another signal. He cupped the sides of your head and crushed his lips on yours, pulling you into his body as close as possible.

Your little whines as your lips moved against his drove him crazy and his cock was getting harder and harder by the second. Using his left hand he grabbed your jaw and urged you to walk backwards, without for a moment dropping your gaze.

Soon, you were on laying on your back decorating his bed. The whiteness of your towel was a beautiful contrast to the darkness of his sheets, as he pulled it off your body.

“Fuck, baby, you are so hot,” he said while scanning your body. To say he had never pictured you naked would have been a lie, but you were prettier beyond any imagination.

“Hotch,” you whined.

“Aaron,” he corrected you.

“Aaron, I need you. Please.”

He was dying to touch your body but his hand went to your face first, parting your lips, letting you suck on his finger. “I know you do.”

Your legs parted and the sight of your glistening cunt had his mouth water. You used your legs to bring him closer, wrapping them around his waist.

Your hands went to his belt, the feeling of them on his crotch driving him crazy. You moaned when you released him from his pants and that moan went straight to his ego, seeing how satisfied you were with his size.

Aaron’s finger was wet with your saliva and he run it down your neck, reaching your chest. Your nipples hardened even more under his touch and he could not resist putting one into his mouth, while he played with the other.

“You’re perfect,” he moaned. He lifted his head to look at you. “I want to make you mine.”

“All I want is to be yours.”

“I know,” he said. “I know. I can see that sweet little pussy dripping and begging for me. How are you this wet already?” he asked, when his hand finally found its way between your legs.

Your response was a sneaky smile.

“What does this little smile mean now?” he grinned.

“I was thinking about you,” you admitted. “In the shower…”

Oh, you were going to be the end of him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Will you show me, baby? Will you show me what you were doing while thinking of me? I wanna see you play with your pussy.”

You blinked ta him shyly.

“Come on, be a good girl and touch it.”

With a proud smile he saw your hand move, before two of your fingers disappeared inside you.

“Fuck,” he said, and started stroking himself at the sight of you. He bit his lips at the thoughts of all the ways he would use your body tonight.

“Need you,” you moaned. “Please, Aaron, I can’t.”

“What would your father say, honey, if I told him I had his daughter under me begging me to fuck her? If I told him she was begging for his best friend’s cock like a fucking slut?”

Your little cries drove him crazy and he placed the head of his dick on your entrance.

“You okay?” he whispered.

You nodded, and the next moment he was inside you.

His hips started rocking against yours, and Aaron thought that this had to be how being in heaven felt.

“You feel so fucking good,” he mumbled against your lips.

“Ah…Aaron,” you moaned. Your hand found his and he thought you wanted your fingers intertwined. To his surprise your request was something different.

“Put it on my neck,” you said.

“You like to be chocked, honey?”

“Mhm…”

He wrapped his hand around your neck and you wrapped your own hands around his wrist.

“Fuck, it’s so good.”

“I know, baby.”

“You’re so fucking big, I…I…”

“Are you close, baby? Will you come for me?”

“Yes, fuck, yes,” you screamed, and he felt your pussy pulse around him.

You looked like an angel while finishing, with your mouth open and your eyes closed. He stared at you, trying to memorize every single feature of your face. You were his now.

He pulled out and after a few strokes he was cumming all over your stomach. Your eyes were on his, and you were biting your finger with a playful smile. It seemed like you wanted to be fucked again, and who was Aaron to refuse you?

[nightcolorz]

It only just occurred to me after reading one of your posts how devastating it is that the shifted timeline means armand just never gets to grow up and move on to his own adult life like the other boys because Marius owns him so he's just a whole ass adult stuck as Marius' "boy" while all of his peers get to grow up and have lives of their own 😭 I hadn't thought about that before but I i can't stop thinking about that

I ALWAYS THINK ABOUT THIS!!!

I loooveee the implications of Armand growing into an adult but having much the same backstory with Marius bcus the implication he is that he is basically infantilized so throughly and deprived completely of an adulthood to the point where he is socially and mentally stunted and functions as he if was a boy who never grew up. Armand isn’t sent to university and given the tools for an adulthood bcus he’s Marius’s kept boy/slave, so as he watches his brothers grow into men he is stuck playing the role of Marius’s sweet little Amadeo, and is being treated as if he’s still that lost fifteen year old being molested in Marius’s tub while he’s growing chest hair and developing a personhood. I hope that amc includes Armand’s conflict in the book where he is insisting to Marius as he grows older that he’s a man who deserves respect while Marius deprives him of the chance to have that independence and self sufficiency, bcus ughhhh in this new context the image of Armand nearing his 30s begging Marius to see him and respect him for the man he is while Marius clings to him as his forever child slave is horrifying.

it says a lot about why Armand acts like that, the fact that he was as an adult forced to play kept boy and rely completely on his master to the point where he was never able to learn to live a life of his own before he was forced and tortured into a cult where he was taught to comply or die. No wonder he does horrible things that seem irrational and cruel to us!! He is like a forever baby taking his first steps. His perception of what it means to be a person and more importantly, what it takes to survive, is completely warped

[lina-studen]

"something floral": literature student blabbering about the usage of flower symbolism in "nevermore", how it ties to the theme of insanity and a little bit (a lot) about shakespeare.

from lenore's perspective, flowers are closely associated with isolation caused by her trauma and supposed "hysteria". floral pattern wallpaper accompanied her loneliness for days, months, even years. image of the flowers signaled that lenore's position would remain unchanged, that she was stuck, that she would continue to slowly loosing the clarity of her mind.

having torn the wallpaper off the walls, lenore believes that she will never see this image again, but flowers continue to accompanying her. lenore sees them again during her first meeting with annabel lee. and during the last one, too. she may have managed to get out of her lonely room, gain more strength in her legs, find a new friend, but lenore is still trapped. she's the daughter disowned by her parents, a stain on the family reputation that must be hidden forever. the image of flowers doesn't let her forget about it.

similar symbolism is also not alien to annabel lee. episode 66 is interesting in particular, because it directly quotes ophelia's monologue. I'm a big fan of shakespeare, it was he who instilled in me an interest in floral symbolism. a year ago, for a conference on foreign literature, I wrote an article about flower language of "hamlet". it's not available in english, but I'll list down some points that I considered relevant regarding "nevermore".

• rosemary can serve as a keepsake between lovers and also between the dead and the living. it could be seen at both weddings and funerals. in the old days it was also believed to be helpful in mental illnesses treatment.

• pansies, just like violets, symbolize innocence and devotion. ophelia doesn't consider the people around her worthy of violets, since she blames them for the death of her father.

• rue is a symbol of eternal suffering; grieving over her murdered father and the loss of her beloved hamlet, ophelia leaves some of the flowers for herself.

• the image of daisies has a close connection with the concepts of innocence, fidelity and eternal love. in shakespeare's tragedy, this symbol is overshadowed by the fact that in the world around ophelia there's no place for these beautiful things. for "nevermore" the symbol is also not so positive, since the readers are already familiar with daisies. they were on that wallpaper in lenore's room.

it's impossible not to note that annabel lee recites the monologue while in the bath, in the water. ophelia decides not to resist the river flow. her life turned into a tragedy: she was left without a father, her lover has seemingly lost his mind. her own sanity is also called into question. ophelia sings cryptic songs, goes into the field to weave a wreath, gives flowers to other characters. in the eyes of those around them, hamlet and ophelia seem crazy, while being the only sane and honest people among them. there's no place for tender, innocent ophelia in a cruel, deceitful world, so she drowns.

annabel lee also reflects on how both she and lenore are considered madwomen. her meeting with "leo" is accompanied by floral pattern on the annabel's dress. their madness is contextual, they both are perfectly sane, but don't fit into the system that could be leading to real madness with time. "all madwomen die twice. at least twice".

now about the arboretum. it obviously has a lot of flowers, but in my opinion this place is interesting in a different context. lenore and annabel visited the arboretum twice to discuss upcoming plans and such, and there are many parallels, both visual and narrative. not much time has passed since last time, but their situation has changed. they seem to look on their past selves from the upper level, having their conflict more acute now. I'll make a more detailed post about it later.

and now I'll just focus on how the characters in this arboretum full of roses behave as lost and confused as in the phobia-inducing flower labyrinth from earlier episodes. “the closer you get to beautiful flowers, the closer you get to their thorns,” says duke in episode 38. the flower imagery haunting the main characters doesn't let them forget that their sanity is always on a verge of slipping. and once a flower falls from its stem, it cannot be fixed.

p.s. guess which writer’s works I chose for a new article this year?

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 2 - "Don't worry, I got you."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: Mentions of death, implied mentions of panic attacks handling, Jason typical profanity

"Don't worry, I got you."

These were the first words Jason could finally hear after what felt like forever. His head was pounding and his vision was still tinted green but slowly he felt like he was gaining control over the rage that had taken over.

He couldn't remember what triggered it, nor what he had done when his vision turned green. All he remembers was that he had been out on Patrol before he heard a scream. But now he could feel two hands resting on his shoulder. A young voice resounded in his ears, telling him to breathe in deeply, hold it and then breathe out. He remembers this exercise, B had made sure they all knew this one, so that they could help anyone that was working themselves into a panic attack. But he wasn't suffering through one, was he?

Unconsciously his eyes closed, blocking his vision of the still tinted green world.

"That's it. Try to redirect that power, don't let the Mania take hold. Can you feel your core? Try listening for its humming."

What core? What do they mean? Yet despite not knowing what they were talking about Jason tried to follow the direction the voice gave him. He wasn't sure why he was even listening to them, but something in him made the vigilante want to trust them. Redirect the power, they had said. Maybe they meant the Pit Rage? But how? Feeling for his core? Did they mean his heart? Jason could do that, he focused on his heart beat, tried to sense how it beat rhythmically in his chest and heard the blood rushing in his veins. Now that he listened there was a humming next to his heartbeat. Was this what they meant? Probably.

"Great you found your core, focus on it. Store that power in there for now."

Nodding slightly Jason tried to do what they said. Whatever this core was, he imaged it like a box and then mentally stuffed all that Pit Rage into it. Every bit of rage and madness the Pit made him feel, everything. He pushed it all into the box he imagined as that core and once it was all in there he decided to go a step further. His eyebrows furrowed as he imagined closing the lit of the box and putting a big fat lock on it. Like the one B put on his weapon storage after he raided it 5 times in a row when he had run out of grenades to throw at drug dealers and other scum lurking in his territory.

"Hey! Hey! Don't overdo it! Your core is still tiny! To much power und you will be in big trouble if it bursts the next time!"

His eyes snapped open. The first thing he noticed was his version was no longer tinted green. The second thing he noticed was the kid floating with no legs before him. Lazarus Green eyes coupled with snow white hair stared concerned yet relieved back at him.

"What the fuck-"

"Great! You're back to your senses!" The kid cut him of grinning at him and Jason was just confused and also surprised at himself. He did not feel anymore rage or a need for violence but instead his mind for once felt calm and a whole lot Pit free. Though there was the confusion of WHO THE FUCK WAS THAT KID?

"I honestly didn't expect to find another Halfa when I was contacted by Pandora to look into something. But Clockwork did mention something before, that I should look out for his Granddaughters fan that lives in Gotham and wears a red helmet. Didn't think I would meet you this soon though or like that. I haven't even greeted Lady Gotham yet. I was just on my way to the center of her haunt when I got these real disturbing feelings and bam you appeared out of nowhere attacking and I was forced-"

He cut the kids rambling off by rudely shoving his hand over the kids mouth to make the boy stop talking. "Shut up for a second there kid and let me catch up. You just dumped a lot of info there."

The kid had the nerve to sheepishly rub the back of his neck as he floated backwards a little, away from his hand that was covering his mouth. "Sorry, I got excited there. I think this must have been how the fruitloop had felt at first before things went to shit, when he found out I was a Halfa too. It's just kind of exciting, you know? There aren't a lot of us."

"The fuck you mean Halfa?" He questioned and mentally thanked his self from a couple hours ago for choosing to go on patrol with his trusted helmet instead of listening to his brother to use just a mask because of the head. This way the kid was not able to see his facial expression escaping him with all the info bombs the kid kept dropping.

"Half death, half alive. Well more like Half Ghost, Half human but details." The kid shrugged and Jason really wanted to pinch the bridge of his nose right now through his helmet.

"Last I checked I appear to be pretty alive, kid." He would know if he weren't or at least he hoped he would know, somehow.

"Well duh. That's the half alive part. The half death part is your second form, have you not managed to transform yet? I mean your core is tiny but that shouldn't matter to much. You did die and then come back alive with the balance sort of regulated by a big amount of ectoplasm, right? Though I have to say that the ectoplasm in your system is very unusual. It's so different from what I feel from Dani, Dan or even the fruitloop. I probably should drag you to Frostbite as soon as possible but there are no portals here so I would have to drag you either to my home or Wisconsin first, or maybe find a natural portal but that's harder than just taking you to one of the permanent open ones. Speaking of Dani and Dan, they gotta be excited to hear that there is another Halfa in our age range that's not related via cloning or time shenanigans! That's gotta be so fun and we can show-"

"Kid, you're rambling again." Jason cut in suppressing a sigh. Cloning? Time shenanigans? What the fuck was he getting into by associating with this kid? "Did anyone ever tell you that you are bad at explaining?"

"My friends and older sister." The kid answered with no delay, like he had been asked that same question before. "Also I am 20."

Jason wished the kid could see how he arched an eyebrow under his helmet. He could have tricked him if he didn't look like a 14 years old. The kid appeared to sense it anyway as they huffed and pouted his way. "I swear I am! My Ghost form is just stuck at looking like the age I died at! I haven't figured out how to manipulate my ectoplasm to make my ghost self look older yet! I swear Dan has been holding this over me for years now!"

"Sure kid, let's just get back to that Halfa thing and what that means for me." Jason didn't know what exactly the kid was nor what the kid meant by Jason apparently being also an Halfa -was it?-, which meant the kid was one in the first place. "By the way, who are you?"

"Oh right! I am Danny Phantom! Nice to meet you Red Hood! And pleases stop calling me a kid! I swear I am not anymore!" Well that was at least a step forward. Now Jason just had to figure out how to get the information he really needed from the kid, Danny, without listening to excessive rambling as well as how to explain just all of this to Bruce and the rest of his siblings. He can already hear them freaking out about it.

No wait, he actually could hear them freak out right now. Oh shit! His coms were on, weren't they? Wait did Dickwing just say ETA 5? And B just said ETA 3! Shit, fuck, damit! His family were on the way and he was not sure if the Halfa Kid, or whatever, would run at the site of them. B would probably scare the shit out of the kid just to get answers.

Well at least, the good thing so far was that the Pit was quiet now and the kid could apparently help him control it and the Pit Rage better.

[shitsndgiggs]

kenan who ditches your date for his girl best friend (no cheating) and you wanted to tell him that you were pregnant. he comes to the place eventually and sees you left. he comes home, but you dump him. later, he sees you with a baby bump at the grocery store and idk just groveling kenan until you make up with him 💓 happy ending always 💓

REBUILDING US - KENAN YILDIZ

Kenan ditched your date

Kenan Yildiz x fem! reader

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I sat at our favorite restaurant, the one where Kenan and I had shared countless dinners, anniversaries, and even our first date.

Tonight was supposed to be special, a night to celebrate our love and to share the news that would change our lives forever.

I was pregnant, and I couldn't wait to see the look on Kenan's face when I told him.

But as the minutes turned into an hour, my excitement turned into worry, and then into disappointment.

I tried calling him, but his phone went straight to voicemail. My heart sank. I paid the bill and left, fighting back tears as I walked to my car.

____

Kenan rushed through the streets, his heart pounding with a mix of guilt and panic. He was late—so late that he feared Y/N might have already left.

He mentally kicked himself for getting caught up with Lara's issues, even though he genuinely wanted to help his friend.

But now, all he could think about was Y/N and how disappointed she must be.

As he finally arrived at the restaurant, he scanned the tables, searching for her familiar face. His heart sank when he didn't see her. He approached the hostess, his anxiety palpable.

"Excuse me," he said, his voice strained. "I was supposed to meet someone here, a woman named Y/N. Did she already leave?"

The hostess checked her reservation list, then looked up at him with sympathy. "Yes, she left about an hour ago. I'm sorry."

Kenan's shoulders slumped, and he muttered a thank you before turning to leave. He felt a heavy weight of regret pressing down on him. He knew he had messed up, and now he had to face the consequences.

When he got home, the silence was deafening. He called out for Y/N, but there was no response. He checked every room, his worry growing with each step.

Finally, he sat on the couch, burying his face in his hands. What had he done?

Days turned into weeks, and Kenan's attempts to reach out to Y/N were met with silence. He sent messages, left voicemails, and even sent flowers to her apartment, but she remained distant.

The pain of her absence was unbearable, and he couldn't shake the image of her disappointed face from his mind.

____

The grocery store felt like the last place I’d see Kenan. But as I turned a corner, there he was, standing right in front of me. My heart skipped a beat, and I froze, unsure of how to react.

"Y/N," he called out, his voice wavering as he approached me.

I turned to face him, my eyes widening in surprise. "Kenan," I said, my tone guarded. I instinctively rested my hand on my baby bump, feeling both protective and vulnerable.

He took a deep breath, his eyes locked on my belly. "I... I didn't know," he stammered, clearly shocked. "Why didn't you tell me?"

I felt a mix of sadness and anger. "I tried to, Kenan. That night at the restaurant, I was going to tell you. But you weren't there."

His face contorted with regret. "I'm so sorry," he said, his voice filled with remorse. "I was with Lara. She needed me, but I should have been with you. I made a huge mistake."

I looked down, my hand gently caressing my bump. "It's been hard," I admitted. "But I've managed. I'm doing what I need to for my baby."

Tears filled Kenan's eyes. "Please, let me be a part of this. I know I messed up, but I want to be there for you and our child. I'll do anything to make it right."

I hesitated, torn between the love I still felt for him and the pain he had caused me. "I need to know I can trust you," I said softly. "That you'll put us first."

"I promise," he said, his voice firm. "I love you, Y/N. I never stopped. And I want to prove to you that I'm committed to our family."

I looked into his eyes, searching for sincerity. "It's going to take time," I said finally, feeling my resolve waver. "But I don't know if I can trust you again. You hurt me, Kenan."

He looked devastated but nodded. "I understand. I'll do whatever it takes to earn back your trust. Please, just give me a chance."

I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the decision before me. "I need time," I said. "This isn't something that can be fixed overnight."

Kenan nodded again, his eyes filled with hope and determination. "I'll wait as long as it takes. I just want to be there for you and our baby."

As we walked out of the store together, I felt a mix of emotions. Part of me wanted to believe in his promises, to give him a chance to make things right.

But another part of me was still hurt, still wary of letting him back into my life.

Over the next few weeks, Kenan made good on his promise. He called and texted regularly, offering to help with anything I needed.

He attended doctor's appointments and helped set up the nursery. Slowly, my anger began to fade, replaced by a cautious optimism.

One evening, as we sat on the couch together, he reached for my hand. "I know I've put you through a lot," he said, his voice sincere. "But I want you to know that I love you, and I'm committed to being a good father and partner."

I looked into his eyes, feeling a warmth spread through me. "You've been trying," I acknowledged. "And it means a lot. But it's still hard for me to forget what happened."

"I understand," he said, squeezing my hand gently. "But I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. We can take it one day at a time."

A tear slipped down my cheek, and I nodded. "One day at a time," I repeated, feeling a glimmer of hope.

[foreverisntenough]

‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

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Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, SMUT (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, mental health struggles, eating disorder, self doubt, body image issues, daddy kink, angst, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant/ baby logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 22 - Teddy’s Mum | ‘Ours’

You could hear the sounds of a video game blaring from the cinema. Soundproof walls are not all that effective if you don’t shut the door. You shook your head with a smile hearing Marcel yell at Trent. You loved when he was with the people closest to him because you all didn’t treat him like he was some celebrity. You would always treat him like the competitive yet incredibly endearing yapper he was. You were getting married soon, you had a child, but he was very much so a little boy some days. You could hear the boys begin to bicker about mundane rules. Game 203 apparently was just as important as game 1 when they began playing Fifa hours ago. As soon as George and Marcel, Tyler on an off day, entered the house, their ages dropped to about 10 years old. You walked into the room and snuck onto the couch Trent was on and cuddled up to him. He smiled and kissed your head but remained focused on the screen. They were leaving for his stag do tonight. You had decided it would be best to go on alternating weeks so you didn’t have to ask anyone to take care of Teddy although Dianne was adamant that she wouldn’t mind. Trent would go for a few days, come home, and then you’d go. Although your friends felt it was very important that there was no overlap so you wouldn’t see each other for about a week-ish total. Nevertheless the boys  in your cinema plus a few more were off to Ibiza later in the day. It was a big group. Definitely bigger than who was going on yours, the main scaffolding of it was his brothers, George and Jude, and then it was interspersed with more friends who Trent grew up with and teammates from club and country teams.  

“Don’t kiss anyone please.” You whispered quietly to Trent cuddling up impossibly close to him. You were attached to him today. You didn’t want to be apart. Things had been so good lately you weren’t exactly welcoming or wanting for the interruption of the upcoming holidays. 

“Baby, what?” Trent pulled you away from him to get a more full look at your face. He furrowed his brow but soon looked at you with a smug smile. He started to laugh with his bottom lip rolled into a pout mocking you. 

“Just don’t.” You whined with pleading eyes. You leaned your head back dramatically on to him to emphasize your point. The corners of your lips lowered and your eyebrows slanted inward. He kissed the bridge of your nose before pulling you further into his embrace. Your cheek smushed to his chest as he peppered kisses to your hair.

“Okay, okay. I haven’t kissed anyone else in five years but okay, I will be sure not to, baby.” He whispered in a serious muffled voice reassuring you. 

“Y/N, he’s not going to war and we’re not going to be living with sex workers either so you need to relax.”  George laughed at you. You didn’t know he could even hear your complaints so you were annoyed by the joke. You sat up and pulled yourself off Trent to sit up right. 

“Yeah, well, when I go away next week and you have to listen to his clingy ass be worried for a couple days, you get back to me about who needs to relax.” You snapped back. It was a bit of a joke but it always bothered you a smidge that all the boys around you teased you for being so attached to Trent but said zilch to him, when you know for a fact  he was just like you. You pulled your legs up onto the couch and wrapped your arms around your knees to sit in a pout. Trent laughed at your defensive explanation to George. As much as he’d love to deny it, Trent also knew he’d be doing the same thing you were soon enough. He knew he’d definitely be complaining to George as well.

“You’re both clingy as fuck. You lack general independence.” Marcel quipped. “‘Baby, will you come with me three yards to the kitsch... T, you’re too far away.’” Marcel mocked things you probably had actually said to one another at some point. “It’s ridiculous you live in the same house. Get a grip.” He laughed, George joining. You and Trent both rolled your eyes at them. Marcel and George were just giving you a hard time. There was no malintent and you knew that. 

“I love clinging to you.” Trent whispered in your ear, kissing your temple before he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you back tighter into him. You smiled completely smitten by him ignoring the other boys. 

“I don’t want you to go…” You pouted more when you all left the cinema finally to get ready for their impending departure. They needed to leave soon and you were dreading it. You draped your arms around Trent’s neck and hung off of him as he walked. He bought in to your theatrics and played along carrying you.

“I’m going to sit on a beach, I will come back with a nice tan and will be a couple days closer to making you my wife… That sounds like a good thing to me.” Trent cooed looking down at you as you dramatically let him haul your body weight with him. You sock clad feet dragging across the floor.

“You’re not though. You’re going with Marce and Jude and George and Ty. You’re going to be going out.” You unlatched from him and sat on his luggage by the door as if his Rimowa was a seat. You didn’t have a real problem with him going out; you just wished you’d be there. It was more a feeling of envy than worry. He picked your chin up with his hand. 

“Baby, you will be going out as well in a few days and to be honest, I’d be more worried about Winnie and Lauren’s morals then Marce and Jude’s no offense but more so, most importantly… No one in the world could ever turn my head. I have the most perfect girl right here.” He picked up your hand by your fingers with his free one and dangled it in front of you. Your engagement ring directly in front of you just emphasizing his point and his commitment to you. “Girls can throw themselves at me all they want. Not interested. I’m yours.” He said it like it was meant to make you feel good. But the idea of girls, women, people in general, the millions of people globally that adored Trent would never be an easy pill to swallow. He deserved to be adored. He was amazing. You definitely understood the attraction and the attention, probably more than anyone but sometimes you just wanted him to be your fiance not Trent Alexander-Arnold the footballer, but then again it was one of the reasons you loved him. For all the times you remembered he was this public figure he’d always act like he was just yours, nothing else, just your Trent.

“So you know they’re going to throw themselves at you wherever you're going…” You raised your eyebrows with intrigue. You and Trent, well more so your friends, had made a plan for you and him not to know any finer details of your trips. Sure, you could have general logistics for safety and peace of mind but you weren’t even supposed to talk on the trip either according to them. You could call for Teddy’s sake but outside of that… nope. They were not interested in organizing any time for you and Trent to gush about how much you missed each other on calls every night. 

“Y/N! Drop it! Oh my days, we will bring him back home in one piece, I swear.” Marcel yelled out to you from his place sitting at your kitchen island helping himself to your food. 

“Baby bear, I’m going to miss you so much.” Trent cooed with a dramatic grunt picking Teddy up off the ground like he normally did acting as if she weighed 100 lbs+. Her brow furrowed very confused as to why he would miss her. In Teddy’s mind daddy was home for good now. He had been home so much lately. It was great and now he was saying bye. She wasn’t having that. 

“Dada where?” She cooed tilting her head with a blank face. He rested his forehead against hers as he sat her on the back edge of the couch in the living room. He sighed knowing this conversation with her was going downhill already. She wasn’t the best with goodbyes particularly with him.

“I’m going to go to the beach with Celly, Ty, and Judey for a few days. Go swimming then I’ll be home, yeah?” He cooed with a sympathetic smile. You think Trent thought that’d help her understand why but it probably more so just shed light on the fact that he was leaving to go do something fun that she liked a lot, that she did a lot with him, without her. Marcel came into the living room overhearing his name.

“Nooo!” Teddy shook her head back and forth, not really approving of his reasoning. “No Teddy, no swimmy, dada.” She informed him with her face falling into a grumpy pout. He’d say he didn’t make the face she was pulling but there was no one else she would’ve learned that expression from. It was a look identical to the one he gave often on the pitch and ideally one you’d like to see less of at home. She wanted to make it clear that he couldn’t go swimming without her. 

“Ted, we’re just taking daddy to go swim then we’ll bring him back to you and mummy, alright?” Marcel interjected with a silly grin pinching a chubby roll of her arm trying to get her to smile and release the death grip of a hold she’d had now formed currently on the sleeve of Trent’s shirt  so they could leave for the airport, but she was trying to ensure he wasn’t going anywhere, grip staying in tact. 

“Dada’s mine!” She yelled with real vigor, tears beginning to flood her lash line. It was mere milliseconds before they tipped over the edge rushing down her plump cheeks. She was okay at sharing, learning with toys, food and that, but daddy? Daddy wasn’t on the table, she was not sharing. He was off limits. With you, well, mummy was okay sometimes, it depended on the day. 

“Aw, no, c’mere baby bear. I’m yours. Don’t need to cry. No sad, okay?” Trent spoke in a gentle voice wiping her tears as his heart broke. He pressed kisses incessantly to her hair trying to comfort her. He picked her up off the back of the couch and hugged her tight to his chest. She desperately grabbed at him. He swayed back and forth with her trying to soothe the fit that had kicked off. She clung to him, tears continuing. He handed her to you once she stilled a little but as he was leaving her big brown eyes flooded once again. You gave him a smile saying that it’d be fine but as Teddy got older and more talkative goodbyes were only getting harder. It was a harrowing reminder at how much more she’d be able to talk when next season began. He couldn’t imagine how bad every away game would be after that. 

“I love you, T. Be careful please and call us whenever. Love you so so much.” You whispered hiding your face in the nape of his neck holding him with one arm, Teddy in your other. You pulled away some to give him a proper kiss.

“I love you so much, baby. I won’t kiss anyone the whole time I’m there.” He laughed and you rolled your eyes. “You and Ted better be ready when I come home, alright? Will have to make up for lost time.” He pecked your lips and then Teddy’s forehead. She was hiding against you, still incredibly upset. “I’ll call you tonight.” He cooed with a contrived smile. He hated leaving you and you hated him leaving but you didn’t want to ruin his fun so you kissed his cheek and stepped back. 

“Want to wave bye to daddy?” You asked Teddy. She shook her head ‘no’ with her lip rolling into a pout. Trent grabbed his luggage and walked down the front path to the drive. He waved to you so you picked up Teddy’s hand for her and waved it back and forth against her will. “Bye bye daddy! We love you!” You cooed more for her than him. “Should we blow to daddy a kiss too so he can take it with him?” You whispered, rubbing your nose against her cheek. Her pout pulled into a sad slight smile and she nodded. “Yeah, I think we should.” You helped her with the motion and then tickled her tummy. 

“Mama!!!” She yelped with a giggle, not happy that you were making her laugh when she was trying to make a point of being upset Trent was leaving her. “No! Want dada.” She tried to whine but giggled a little more.

“I know you do but you and I are going to have fun and the time will fly by. Will go by so quick. Zoom!” you blew a raspberry on her tummy. “Zoom!” followed by another raspberry, her laugh only getting louder. “Just like that my Teddy bear and daddy will be home, okay?” You cooed with a smile. 

“Tay mama.” Teddy’s version of ‘okay’ at the moment. She looked at you with a smile and hugged you around your neck. You blew your own kiss to him as Trent’s car pulled out of your drive. Trent couldn’t decide if his heart hurt or was expanding seeing you manage to get Teddy from tears to fits of laughter so quick. He loved how good you were with her but he wanted to be there for it as well. 

“Baby, do you want to take the doggies for a walk? You’re such a big girl, I think you can do it for daddy while he’s away. ” You asked with encouragement as you put Teddy on her own two feet when you entered back into the house. She looked up at you reaching her arm above her head to hold your hand. You didn’t see her waiting though. You were momentarily focused on sending a quick goodbye text to Trent on your phone. 

“Hand, mama!” Teddy demanded not thrilled with the wait time. 

“Oh goodness! I am sorry! Let me hold your hand, baby. Let’s get the doggies and go outside, okay?”  She nodded and walked with you. She found a lot of comfort holding your hand. It was the best of both worlds. She got to be independently walking but still had the security and confirmation you were with her. You opened the big glass doors out to your back garden after rallying the dogs. You took your dogs on regular walks but this was more of an activity with Teddy to distract her and prevent any more tears then it was a part of their routine. You gave her two much shorter leashes hooked to their collars and she held them both. Your dogs didn’t need leashes. They were well trained. Thankfully they were really gentle and calm around her as well so she got on with them. She walked them into the lawn with a giddy grin proud of herself. 

“Mama look! Doggies and Teddy!” She giggled excitedly looking back towards you until she got tripped up not paying attention and tumbled forward. The dogs were first to react coming to stand beside her, licking her face. “Ick! No! Doggies no!” She yelled laughing. She was fine, you knew she was. This happened all the time. The first time you probably panicked but now, not so much. You sat on the grass and let her get up on her own. You didn’t want to coddle her too much. You didn’t want there to be a big divide between how you were with her and how Trent was. You knew when they were together she’d fall and he’d be very reassuring that she was okay and just needed to pick herself back up. He treated Teddy the same way he probably would a son when it came to games and sports, her toughness and you appreciated that. You took a picture of them all tangled up and sent it to Trent. 

‘Going really well without you lol. Don’t know if we’ll survive. Missing you sm already, baby. 😘’

The gaggle of very excited boys arrived in Ibiza for the stag do. The plan was to work out, sit at the beach, drink more tequila than necessary, eat plenty of food at dinner, then go to a club, and repeat…maybe throw a boat day in there as well. It sounded fun to be fair. 

“Why are you under the blankets?” You giggled, answering a Facetime from Trent. He had landed and gone straight to bed. It was late and they had planned to start the festivities the following morning. You could tell he had the comforter of the bed pulled over top of his head. It made you smile because he wasn’t doing it to be cute or funny, he felt like he had to and his naivety and pureness was really adorable. 

“Because I’m not supposed to be talking to you, baby.” He explained seriously but snapped into a cheeky smile excited to be talking to you. 

“You’re very silly. I love you, T.” You laughed quietly rolling from your back to your side in your bed. You leaned the phone onto his pillow next to you pretending like he was still with you, a far too familiar feeling. 

“I love you so much, beautiful. Wish I was in bed with you right now.” He cooed, inspecting your current state back at home in your bed. “Ted was okay after I left?” He asked with a tinge of concern. He knew what your answer would be but he wanted the confirmation.  

“She’s fine. She’s just dramatic like you.” You gave him a cheeky smile. He rolled his eyes at your jab. “No, she is but neither of us really like when daddy leaves, you know that.” You kept talking harping on the fact that yes, she missed him but so did you. He hummed “She was fine. Mummy maybe not so much. I miss you, baby.” You cooed. Things had finally settled after a really rocky month so being apart felt harder than ever despite the frequency at which you typically did this. 

“I miss you so much. I know it’ll be fun tomorrow but I just want to have a good cuddle in bed with my girl right now.” He whispered still keeping his voice low so none of the boys in the house heard him ‘breaking the rules.’

“What are you wearing?” You asked him with a raised eyebrow very aware he didn’t have a shirt on. The idea of having Trent with no clothes on all hot in bed in Spain sounded amazing right now.   

“Oh… want to know what I’m wearing, huh? I’m trying to be all sweet and here you are trying to get me to start having phone sex with you. Sheesh, is that all I am to you?” He teased you. You rolled your eyes with a shy smile. “Nah, baby. Just in boxers you already know how I sleep.” He finally answered your original question. 

“Mmm yum. I wish I was there.” You giggled keeping your focus on the idea of having his body in bed with you right now. 

“Yeah, trust me. I’d love it if you were here right now. I know you’re in those pajamas I like which is rude considering I’m not there. That thin top is a tease by the way and you know it.” He explained knowing exactly which pair he was talking about. The top was a thin ribbed cotton that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. “Those little shorts that frankly… are not shorts.” He continued while he held his hands up in innocence. “I’m not complaining though, I just wish I was there to appreciate it” 

“I am… If you don’t like that I’m in this, I'd love it if you were here to just peel it off me.” You cooed pulling one of the thin straps down your shoulder and then back up. You ‘adjusted’ your position in bed but really you were just teasing Trent with a new more full angle of your body. 

“Ugh baby.” He groaned, shutting his eyes.  “I’m not gonna have a wank while I’m in a villa with them. Come on, don't do this to me.” He complained and you gave him a greedy smile. 

“Morning baby bear. You look so sleepy. Did you have a good snooze?” Trent asked Teddy over another facetime mere hours after your last one although this one was sanctioned, the one last night was a secret. She nodded tiredly, rubbing her hands over her eyes in an uncoordinated way. She was leaning back against a couch cushion lazily relaxing as if she had had a big night out yesterday. “I heard you walked the doggies for me yesterday” He cooed with a smile watching her perk up a little at the mention of the dogs. She loved them. She knew it was sort of Trent’s domain to take care of the dogs, walks, feeding, etc, so she wanted to be with them to be like daddy of course. 

“Walk doggies ‘side, dada!” Teddy attempted her best confirmation and explanation that she had ‘walked the dogs outside’ yesterday. 

“Wow! Thank you, baby! Such a big girl taking care of them. Can you take care of one more thing for me?” He asked her another question. Teddy tilted her head waiting to hear what it was patiently.You held the phone for her and she sat on the couch next to you her little legs out with her feet beginning to wiggle. A cute smile forming very excited to be talking to him. “Can you take care of mummy for me while I’m away?” Trent cooed gently with a smug smile obviously knowing you could hear. 

“Tay.” Teddy agreed although she probably didn’t know what taking care of you really entailed. It was just a way for Trent and you to connect without any complaints from the boys sitting at the kitchen table next to him making sure this was a call to his daughter not to his fiance. 

“We love mummy so much, right? So make sure you tell her and give lots of kisses from daddy.” He explained to her. She turned her head to look at you and tumbled forward trying to give you a hug. She just wrapped her chubby arms around your leg next to her.

“Lub mama most.” Teddy cooed with a giggle nuzzling her face into your thigh before pushing herself back upright clumsily.

“Tedddy girl, hi!!!” Jude interrupted their conversation leaning over Trent behind his chair, pinching in between his shoulders. She let out a shy hi. This was Jude’s politest way to tell Trent to end the call they wanted to start their day. 

“Alright, bye baby. I’ll call you in a little. I love you. Gimme kiss.” He cooed, leaning his face a little closer to the phone. Teddy pushed her lips out towards yours. “Mwah! Bye, beautiful. Love you.” Trent turned his attention to you as you moved your phone back to you. 

“Love you, T.” You cooed sweetly wishing you could give him a kiss but you didn’t want the teasing from all the boys so you hung up. 

Trent didn’t really want to show the drunk kid, who he thought Trent was now his best friend, pestering what you looked like. He didn’t want to hear the ruckus that would naturally come up, very aware of the reaction you’d get. They had run into a group of boys they knew from England at a beach club. They invited them to join in a private area. Trent didn’t care. It'd be more fun with more people but he was very aware when people’s demeanors would change just because of who he was or what he had access to. Jude in the mix only amplified that. It was cool to hang out but they didn’t need to be all over him. They didn’t need to be his best friend. A few of them clung to him and that wasn’t exactly his vibe. Marcel pulled up your instagram on his phone anyways and showed it to the new boys who were insistent despite Trent’s desire to not.

“Aye!” Trent yelled attempting to snatch the phone from them. He couldn’t exactly hide you but he wasn’t trying to make a spectacle of this either. Most of the boys were already long gone, they’d been drinking since morning, despite his best efforts to take it easy he wasn’t far behind. 

“Mate… she’s so leng, fuck.” The boys ogled as they scrolled through your Instagram profile. Trent rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress his proud smile. 

“I guess this is what that prem salary gets you.” Another boy added. “Oh my god!” He exclaimed in shock seeing you and Winnie together in a post. You didn’t think you looked alike but if you were together you could definitely tell you were related.

“You run through both?” One boy made a very crude comment that caused a lot of heads to turn in the group. Trent could run with the jokes. He was a boy's boy but talking about you in any sort of way like this didn’t go over well. Jude, Tyler, George, and Marcel all knew that very well so they were waiting for some reaction. 

“Nah. I got my hands full with my girl.” Trent tried to just make the whole conversation stop. Jude felt a bit of relief wash over him considering he had to break up a fight in the club back on your holiday in Greece.  

“Yo, can we have a theeesome, sweetheart?” Marcel heard the additional group of boys speak into his phone. Panic and chaos began to ensue. Trent overheard and felt sick. He was praying it was not a call to you. These idiot boys, the ultimate lads on tour at the beach club, had called you off Marcel’s phone. You got nervous something was wrong so naturally you answered it. 

“You let him hit everyday?” “How often do you let him blow your back out?” “Do you let him fuck your sister too.”  “Did you have the baby to get the bag?” “Are you getting fucked in the ass?” “Are you gonna let him fuck around still after the wedding?”

The questions flooded in so fast and so slurred and muffled by the loud music your head was spinning. Who even was talking to you. You played it off and just said you had to go trying to end the torture that was not a funny joke but a very inappropriate overstep. One of the boys that Trent probably knew best from this other group pinned him down to a couch, preventing him from being able to get up. That’s when he was very certain this was a call to you. This was excruciating. He felt sick. Jude eyes widened and his eyes darted around trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. 

“Get the fuck up, bro. Enough. Thats fucking enough.” Jude grabbed the kid off of Trent, throwing him off to the side. Marcel scrambled to grab his phone back shoving one of the other boys but only really eliciting more of a physical altercation. Tyler was swift though and snatched the phone back. 

“That’s my fucking sister. Don’t fucking talk to or about like that again bro.” Tyler yelled with real anger. You could hear the whole thing unfolding. You started crying. You weren’t sure if it was their comments or the fear or the defense of the boys, or the fact that you really couldn’t make out what was happening. They thought they hung up the call… they didn’t.  Tyler handed the phone back to Marcel and he pocketed it thinking it was done but the conversation continued. 

“Mate… what the fuck was that?!” George yelled getting fairly aggressive with one of the other boys. He really wanted to fight… That’s what felt like was going to ensue to be honest.

“It’s his stag do! We’re just having a laugh. Relax. We’re not actually interested in her. She’s committed to that bag.” The one boy chuckled really thinking this was a funny bit. What wasn’t funny was all of the boys knowing very well the intense month you and Trent had just gone through and how much something like this probably wouldn’t help. 

“She’s too thin for me anyways. I’m not into birds like that plus once she’s had a baby… nah, mate I’m out. There’s no way that’s still a good shag anymore.” Another one from their group chimed in and that was really the nail in the coffin. You started uncontrollably crying in bed. You hung up not being able to hear anymore.

“Get the fuck out of our section, bro. Don't ever try to come up to me or any of my friends or brothers if we see you again. Fuck you.” Trent walked up to the real instigator of the whole thing physically pushing him towards the ropes of the area. The rest of the trip felt like a blur to Trent. He tried to talk to you more and everyone was definitely more lenient, letting the whole ‘don’t talk to your fiance’ thing go given the beach club incident but you were fairly shut off after it all. 

“I know you’ll say I’m a melt but I hate not hearing from her. It’s making me so nervous. I feel like something is off.” Trent looked at Tyler as they sat at the beach. 

“I wouldn’t say you’re a melt. I mean  you usually are but we talked to her an hour ago mate. I think she’s fine.” Tyler looked at Trent empathetically but really didn’t get why he felt so concerned. Trent knew better. He could feel the vibes, some sort of tension shift and rise. 

“Talking to my 2 year old daughter while Y/N holds her isn’t exactly like hearing from her. I just am so on edge now sometimes. What if something is wrong. What if she’s hiding shit again, bro.” Trent rambled nervously looking at Tyler for some sort of calm reassurance he typically provided.

“You said you guys were good. She was committed to getting some help. You’re being transparent with her, she’s being more open with you…” Tyler paused and felt a wave of nerves rush through his own system. He hoped that was what had been happening. “Right? Things have been good lately. Marce said the goodbye before the holiday was a little like… I don’t know more emotional than he thought it’d be but things are good?” Tyler gave Trent a sort of pouty smile.

“Yeah…” Trent shook his head. “Yeah, they are fine I think. They have been but I just feel so much better when I am with her. It’s not that I don’t trust her or don’t think she can do things without me. I just find so much comfort being together… I know, I know I am sop I hear it but I just…” He paused again and turned away, staying out onto the horizon instead of his brothers. “You have no idea what those days felt like. The idea of losing her is just sickening to me. I need her.” Trent continued his vent but Tyler spotted the other boys returning from the bar with drinks. 

“Hey… You’ve got her mate. She’s not going anywhere. You two are good. It’s all good. Enjoy the beach for a little. Facetime Ted in a little or something, show her the water, just try to be present. If you’re stuck in your head worrying about back at home.... It’ll just make it worse.” He tapped Trent’s knee for comfort and for closure of a fairly serious conversation before the ruckus returned. 

You sat on the floor of the shower as the water cascaded over you. You watched it all slosh down the drain and you wish you could just run down with it. You hugged your knees tight to your chest. You had to get Teddy up from her nap soon but you just need a moment to wallow. To the general public, for anyone, for any mum, your body really had bounced back. Objectively you were really fit. You looked great but you felt horrendous, you didn’t believe it. All you were thinking about was the questions hurled at you over the phone. You didn’t bring it up. You brushed it off and told Trent you couldn't hear a thing they had said. You shouldn’t have lied but you didn’t want to ruin his trip. You didn’t eat the next two days though either. You skipped your appointment at the clinic which you were sure would bite you in the ass but at the moment you couldn’t give a fuck. 

“Dada swimmy. Mama and Teddy swimmy too.” Teddy looked at you trying to pull your hand out to your back garden after another facetime with Trent from the beach. You couldn’t think of anything you wanted to do less than put on a bathing suit right now but you’d do anything for her. These were the moments you needed to be strong for her. 

“Yeah, okay Teddy bear. Let’s get our bathing suits on and me and you can go in the pool.” You cooed with a sad smile. She squealed and excitedly crawled up the stairs. You helped her change. You went for a one piece that you’d always loved and was probably one of your more covered, modest suits but it still was hard. You carried her outside and let the dogs out with you. It should’ve been a really fun afternoon but your heart felt like it was sinking at the bottom of the pool. 

“Mama taste!” Teddy looked at you with a big smile mirroring Trent’s often childish grin, dimples indenting into her cheeks. She was holding a red ice lolly dripping down her hands shoving it towards you. You did not want it. You did not want the calories you did not want the sugar, not even a taste, but you held her hand in yours and licked it dramatically with a overzealous ‘mmmm’

“Yummy, baby! Thank you for sharing with me. Do you know what color that is?” You asked her, swiping your thumb over her plump pout catching a running droplet of it’s juice. She furrowed her brow thinking for a moment. 

“Wed!” She yelled excitedly, fairly confident she was right. She was. It was ‘red’ but you’d take ‘wed’ as an acceptable answer.

“And what color does daddy wear when he plays footie, baby? What color is his jersey? Is it the same as this?” You asked her with a smile. She definitely was developing Trent’s desire to win. She loved to be right. She loved to succeed and she loved the feeling of you praising her so you fed into it. You wanted her to be confident, miles more confident than you’d ever be. 

“Wed! Mama!” She squealed again. “Dada in wed!” She grabbed at you. Her sticky hand covered in red juice pressing into your thigh. You couldn’t not laugh. You hummed and nodded your head. 

“That’s right! Daddy wears red. You’re just the smartest, huh baby?” You giggled. You took a few photos of your very messy but happy little girl at the pool to send to Trent before you grabbed a towel. “Okie dokie, Teddy girl. Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” You whipped her hands with the towel you hoped wouldn’t stain and scooped her up making your way inside. 

The stag do eventually holiday ended. The boys were flying back this morning and you were flying out in the afternoon. That was the plan. You hated the plan but that was it. You drove to Dianne’s early that day with Teddy for her to watch her until Trent got back. 

“Be good for nana please, okay. I love you so much and I’ll see you soon.” You cooed holding Teddy tight to you. You really didn’t want to leave her. The idea of partying in bikinis wasn’t exactly sounding all that great anymore whereas cuddling with your baby girl was. 

“Where mama?” Teddy looked at you fairly confused. She was having the greatest time and now it was like every couple days you or Trent were leaving. She clung to you, bawling your shirt in her tiny hand.

“Daddy will be with you soon and you can call mummy whenever, my teddy bear.” You pouted at her. Eventually you got her to let go giving her a tearful kiss as Dianne tried to calm her down. You took your uber to the Manchester airport and despite the summer heat you wore a sweat set with the hood up the entire time not wanting to be seen or spotted. You had just planned to meet all the girls there. You didn’t want to make a big fuss about this ‘hen do.’ Honestly you wanted it to be over already but it would be nice to get some sun and to see Winnie and Lauren and a few other friends. Without fail they knew how to make you smile. They of course organized a very dramatic over the top welcome for you once you arrived at your hotel in Nice, France. You wanted to go somewhere calm but still a bit fun. Lauren suggested it, her mum was there a lot and you were down. In turn, that’s where you’d be for the next few days. 

Trent got home from the airport but really just dropped his luggage inside as quick as possible before he popped in the car to head to his mum’s to grab Teddy. He let himself inside Dianne’s and sat on a bench by the door taking off his trainers but he probably only got one lace untied before little bare feet slapping the tiled floor were sprinting towards him. 

“Dada!!” Teddy squealed, before finally reaching him and hugging his leg ardently. 

“Oh my goodness. My baby bear! I missed you. Give me one second to take my shoes off, yeah?” He laughed as she clung to him incessantly determined not to let go now that he was finally back. 

“No!” She giggled with a greedy smile. 

“No?” He looked at her with a stupid grin. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. “Where’s my mummy, huh?” Trent said it knowing it would be a bit of a conversion starter. Teddy's face twisted very confused by the comment. He moved her off his shoulder and sat her on the kitchen counter finding Dianne there. He gave her a hug before he looked back at Teddy’s disgruntled face. “Did you have fun at my mummy’s house, Ted?” Trent asked with an annoyingly smug smile. 

“Dada no… not mama. Nana.” She looked at him, tears starting to welle. She didn’t like this. Trent was just stirring the pot knowing she wouldn’t really be able to wrap her head around that someone other than you was mummy.

“Trenty… stop. Aw Teddy girl Daddy is just being silly. You’re right I’m nana but did you know that I’m daddy’s mummy.” Dianne tried to stop Trent’s unnecessary teasing. 

“Baby, just like you have mummy, I have a mummy too. Make sense?” He laughed really enjoying a very stupid way of having fun. 

“Nooo, it’s nana! My mama best.” Teddy yelped, annoyed that this whole thing didn’t make sense to her. 

“You’re right sweetheart. We had fun today, right? Teddy girl and nana had a lot of fun.” Dianne cooed, stroking her hand over her hair before placing a kiss on her forehead. Teddy nodded with a cute scowl fixed on Trent. . 

“Alright, alright.” Trent held his hands up admitting his defeat that this was Nana and not his mum to Teddy. “Let’s get you home, yeah?” He picked her up and rested her on his hip. He walked over and gave Dianne a kiss on the cheek. “Say thank you please.” Trent looked at Teddy waiting for her. She gave her standard ‘tanks’ in response. Trent looked at Teddy purposefully with a cheeky smile. “Bye mum! See you later.” He cooed one last time before leaving Dianne’s house. 

“Dada!!!! Noooo!” Teddy yelled frustrated he was continuing on. She pulled at the neck of his shirt. He just kissed her repeatedly till she fell into a fit of giggles instead of annoyance. 

“What’s the best sex you’ve ever had?” Winnie asked you and Lauren as she layed on her stomach kicking her feet back and forth beside a pool. She didn’t even pick her head up. She just dropped the blunt question like it was nothing. You shook your head but of course you knew you were going to have to answer. She wouldn’t have it any other way.  

“Go on Y/N…  Give us something good. What has Trent Alexander-Arnold's real best performance been?” Lauren teased asking waving her Aperol Spritz for you to elaborate. 

“You’ll both answer too, right?”  You looked at them. Both girls giving you obvious ‘duh’ faces. Lauren and Winnie wouldn’t miss an opportunity to talk about their sex lives. You shuffled in your seat fixing your position leaning forward a little like it would be some sort of a secret. “Okay… there was this one night right?” You began talking. Winnie and Lauren’s face’s lit up with excitement. “I don’t even remember when this was exactly but it was when we had really started to like want a baby and he just got so controlling and I… every time was just so fucking sexy but this one time. God, the way he treated me just hit different.”

“T… I want you to get me pregnant.” You whispered in between messy kisses. Trent groaned hearing you and unclasped your bra subtly as you sat back on your bed. His perfect pouty lips quick to come and latch around your nipple, his hand playing, pulling, and pinching the other. You moaned but not before he pulled away and roughly shoved you backwards onto the mattress. He swiftly pulled off your panties and spread your legs. He dragged his fingers through your folds admiring your pussy. 

“You’re so fucking perfect baby… always so wet for me, hmm?” He cooed, speaking painfully close to your aching core. His hot breath on your pussy making you twitch. You tried to close your legs but his hands were faster pushing your knees apart. “Nah, don’t get shy on me now. Let me see this pretty pussy.” He let out a breathy laugh spreading your legs wider. He slipped his fingers inside and moved his thumb to toy with your clit. He teased you endlessly, edging you close to an orgasm before he’d stop and then begin again. “Gonna fill you up baby… make you take my cum, yeah?” Coming up to whispered into your ear. You let out a desperate moan. That was all you wanted. He fliped you over onto your stomach and your back arched instinctively. When Trent took control, when he dominated you in bed it had you fucking dripping and right now was no different. He pumped his cock a few times and guided the tip to rub over your clit teasingly before continuing the excruciating wait at your entrance. You moved your ass back into him eagerly. He slapped you ass harshly but simultaneously in one swift movement he pushed his cock fully inside of you. You let out a gasp and he let out a groan. He gave you a moment to adjust but despite his gentle slow movements you were whimpering at the size inside of you. It didn’t take long for his pace to increase. Your lips parting in sheer bliss. You were almost silent, too consumed by the pleasure. “You like this, baby? Gotta tell me, beautiful. I wanna hear you” He smacked your ass again harshly then smoothing over it. 

“T! Oh my god… more, please. Fuck me.” You whined as he took your cue and pounded into your harder. He pulled your hair and your neck jerked to try to see more of his gorgeous face as he railed into you. He smirked seeing yours. He released his hold of your hair and you fell down into the pillows. Your face smushed against them by the force of his thrusts. 

“You want this baby? Want me to fuck you full of my cum? Get you pregnant.’” He grunted as you moaned at his words. His hand reached around you to play with your clit. Your walls squeezing tighter around him. He continued telling you all the nasty things you wanted to hear that were contrasting to the very loving outcome you both were looking for. “You’re made just f’me. Everyone will know you’re mine. Make you a mummy. Carry my baby. That right? You want everyone to know I’m the one that fucks you? For everyone to know who you belong to, right?” 

“Yes, Yes, T, please. I want your cum. God, yes” You cried out. The only thing you could think about was his perfect hard cock filling you up. The veins running along his length feeling euphoric. His pace was perfect, his hands on you felt perfect, his thrusts were perfect, he was perfect. You were close to cumming. A ring of your cream forming at the base of his cock. That alone had Trent trying his very best not to release right then. “Ah fuck, babt. Feels so good. I’m all yours. Make me yours” You continued to squeeze around him overwhelmed by the pleasure of him inside of you unable to maintain control of yourself anymore, your high crashing over you as your eyes shut tight. 

“Fuck, baby. Take my cock so well.” He pulled out after letting your ride out your orgasm for a little then swiftly flipping you over. He gave you his devastatingly handsome smile seeing your fucked out expression. Instinctually your legs wrapped around him needing more. You dragged your nails down his muscular back pulling him into you. He lined his cock up with your sopping wet pussy.  The thrusts of his cock falling back into perfect rhythm hitting your g spot again and again. Trent needed to cum now. He couldn’t handle much more. That said, that meant you’d be cumming again. He’d have it no other way. Your eyes rolled back as he managed to push that much deeper inside you. You pulled him down onto you with pure adrenaline, you had very little strength left. You bit onto his shoulder stifling a scream. You marked him everywhere. He wanted people to know you were his, he told you that. You were doing just the same without a word. Scratches, bite marks, bruises. “C’mon baby. Give me one more than I’m gonna fill you up. Such a good girl f’me.” He whispered into your ear through grunts of pleasure. Keeping to his word, another orgasm crashed over you, cumming around his cock once again. 

“Please, please, please, T… I need you.” You begged him. Your brain was complete mush. You were the dictionary definition of cock drunk. He continued thrusting until he slowed pushing into you one more time stilling. A moan escaping him as he released inside of you. He slowly moved a little more making sure his cum was deep inside you. His forehead fell onto yours. He kissed the bridge of your nose. 

“I love you.I love you so much. So so good f’me.” He breathily gout out as his chest heaved over top of you. You smiled up at him. He carefully pulled out and watched his cum leaking from you. Not to put any to waste he pushed his fingers with it back inside of you. He pulled them out and brought them covered in his release to your curled grinning lips. You opened your mouth for him instinctively. You swirled your tongue around his fingers greedily with a suck. “My good girl.” 

“I love you.” You whispered while he rolled over to your side quick to pull your body back into his, not wanting to be apart. You cuddled into his warm slightly sweaty chest. His hands caressing your spent body. 

“Jesus… You might as well have just started to call him daddy at that point.” Lauren laughed, her eyes wide hearing about your detailed escapade.  

“I mean… Well, fine." You giggled. "What’s like a kink you hide then?”  You asked with a cheeky smile. 

“Oh degrade me. Please.” Winnie was quick to respond. She shuffled in her seat, not ashamed in the slightest.

“There it is.” Lauren laughed. You all knew that was something Winnie was into. 

“I’ve definitely fallen into the daddy thing” You shyly admitted hiding your face behind your towel. You couldn’t see but Lauren and Winnie rolled their eyes. It was a little obvious. “You know what else though…” You laughed, dropping the towel, deciding to bite into the conversation. “What's it called? Like a breeding kink? I think I’m into that. Like get me pregnant.” You laughed while taking a sip of your cocktail. 

“That is my fucking nightmare but yeah, clearly, Y/N. We just heard about it in detail.”  Winnie screamed muddied with a laugh. Lauren’s jaw dropped, shaking her head. 

“I think it’s hot…” You continued to giggle. Maybe you were drunker than you thought revealing your secrets. 

“That checks out though, you do have a baby.”  Lauren said with a more calm demeanor. It wasn’t really a secret though. it was very evident that was something you were into.

“Okay, we had Teddy because we wanted a baby. It wasn’t that* kinky.” You attempted to defend yourself. You actually wanted to start a family but the process of doing so was definitely very fun. 

“But wasn’t it?” Winnie teased. “Any plans for number two? I wouldn’t mind another cutie hanging around.” She asked with a big smile thinking of how fun it had been to be an aunt. 

“Well, I mean for you…yeah it’s just hanging around with her. For me it's a lot different.” You imagined all the diapers, the crying, god, the labor pains. “I want to but I’m… I’m scared. It almost pushed me over the edge last time.” You cooed a bit more sheepishly.

“Of course but Y/N you will be okay if it’s something you really want. Teddy makes you so happy. I know it was hard but I think if you want it, you’d be fine.” Lauren cooed, rubbing her hand over your thigh with reassurance.

“We’ll also be more conscientious if you decide that you do, knowing what we do. Trent will always be there as well.” Winnie chimed in with a soft smile. They really meant it. They believed you would be okay. 

“You think?” You asked them but began to question the comments made by strangers over the phone on Trent’s stag do.  “Like you think he’d ever not want the whole family thing? As much as he’s like my T… He’s also like a big deal, a footballer or whatever. He could have anything he wanted.  Like if I looked different or later on when I’m older, he could drop me?” You let your inner thoughts seep out, likely fueled by the alcohol in your system.

“Y/N stop!” Lauren snapped. “Are you insane?” You looked at her sadly hearing her tone. “No, I'm not going to be nice right now… That’s crazy. Firstly, no, he’d not leaving you ever. He’s grossly obsessed with you and you need to realize that. He’s not just fucking you because.” She explained with real vigor.

“That makes me so sad, Y/N. Like sick almost. You’re a fucking big deal. Fine, he’s good at a sport, so what? He lucked out meeting you. He’d never get someone better, you couldn’t pay for something better. You can’t buy what you two have. Also, you’re a fucking smoke. You’ll be 50 and still snatched and on the off chance you aren’t  I don’t think that’s something he’s even concerned about. He’s worshiping the ground you walk on. You gotta gas yourself up a little.” Winnie ratted on passionately backing up Lauren’s statements.

“Thank you!” Lauren cooed, pushing Winnie in agreement. “Stand up, Y/N. Get up!” Lauren began to yell at you pulling you up from your lounger. She grabbed at the sarong around your waist, pulling it off, leaving you in just your bikini. She grabbed her phone, an impromptu photoshoot ensuing. If you didn’t have two of the probably most supportive people in your life yelling at you to do so and maybe the 5 cocktails coursing through your system you’d have shrugged it off but instead you were giving. Photo after photo after photo and they were all spicy. You ended up laying on the sand sans bikini top.  

“Post that. Post it now. Mums don’t look like that. He's dumb if he’d ever question this.” Winnie slapped your ass. 

“He wouldn't ever. Go on Teddy’s mum.” Lauren squealed, swiping through the photos she’d taken and so you did. You did post them. In feed, on your story, Winnie and Lauren resharing, the photo’s flooded Trent’s phone. His eyes widened as he leaned his back in his chair sitting back at home at the kitchen table eating lunch with your daughter. He blinked his eyes a few times and zoomed in on your body on full display. 

“Jesus christ.” He mumbled quietly. He tried not to excite himself too much but he could feel the blood rushing to his cock. What the hell did you just post? He slid into your DMs

‘Oh my fucking days, get home to me right now 🤤 ’

You thought it was funny. It made you happy and flattered he saw it and messaged you. Yes, you were marrying him but it was still a nice feeling. While you were at lunch you snuck to the restroom to send him a cheekier picture just for him, something the internet would never see. 

“You’re embarrassing…” Winnie teased you as you gleamed looking at your phone. Your cheeks were pulled so high when you returned to the table.

“He’s hot and cute, stop… Leave me alone! What do you want me to do!” You waved her off sitting back down in your seat reading his response to the photo. 

Trent laid in bed that night dying to talk to you. He was trying to abide by the same rules you had stuck to and then he saw it. ‘Alexander-Arnold’s American stuns on the French coast.’ A Daily Mail article surfacing resharing all your instagram posts and then when he opened Instagram, Footballer Fits claiming you were the more stylish of the two turning out looks not only sharing a lot of your previous posts but these were there were minimal clothes involved, Wags accounts filing with the photos, it was all over footballing Twitter. They were sexy photos Trent of course agreed but he wasn’t exactly thrilled images of you were being spread like wildfire across the internet. Jealousy was running through his veins, boiling as he did the worst thing and began reading all the comments. Post after post, analyzing like after like, your following count soaring. Trent felt a possessiveness over you he often did but usually it was in a loving protective way, right now, this was a possessiveness that was raging with envy and disapproval. Reading men in the comments lewdly commenting about your body and what Trent must do with you at home. He must’ve typed and deleted replies 100 times. What he wanted to do was tell them all that you were his fucking girl and to stop all this.  It wasn’t long after you got home from your night that Trent checked your location again and gave you a call. It was a slow start to the conversation but it progressed as you imagined it would. 

“You’re my girl, you’re my baby’s mum. You're marrying me.” Trent selfishly mumbled into the phone unable to wrangle in his jealousy. 

“T… Who do you think you’re telling this to? I know all that. Why are you being so weird?” You whispered laying in your bed. You rolled over on your stomach switching your call to speaker to go see the onslaught of attention you were receiving online he was so worked up over. 

“I’m not. You just… you can’t be doing this.” Trent muttered again, very aware what he was saying wasn’t the most sound of arguments.  

“Doing what exactly? Because I had a baby I am not allowed to look good anymore? Because I’m with you, other people can’t think I look good?” You snipped back slightly annoyed. He just let out a sigh. You were running on minimal sleep and too many drinks, Trent consumed by missing you and overwhelming jealousy. “It’s as if you like when I’m insecure because you know I won’t feed into the attention or something. It’s a few photos, Trent” You blurted out a little harsher. You could feel the palpable tension despite being countries apart. 

“Baby... I’m sorry. I know that’s not fair to say. I’m sorry I never want you to feel like I want that. You should be far from insecure. I’m being childish… I just…” He sighed. “You looked good alright. You looked really fucking good and I don’t want to share. I know the world should fucking rave over you, they all were drooling over you, as they should but you’re for me… I don’t want you to be for anyone else.” He sheepishly admitted coming to realize his possessiveness was not meant to make you feel bad and maybe pushing the wrong agenda.

“You are being childish but T… Come on baby. I am just for you. It’s a look, can’t touch type thing.” You giggled a little laughing at how ridiculous he was acting over some internet conversations. 

“Fucking right they can’t touch you. I’ll be a child about. You’re so beautiful, baby. I’m so lucky. I just… I was jealous seeing other people talking about you like you were something they got to have.” He continued. “I hated seeing other people talk about wanting to see more, getting off to you. Like fuck off, that’s for me.” 

“For you toooo…” You cheekily asked with a smirk on the other end of the phone line. 

“Yeah, yeah baby. Have a laugh about it. You… pictures like that… That’s for me to get off too.” He admitted and even though he felt a little stupid saying it, it simultaneously was really boosting your ego. “I’m trying to watch our baby, which by the way is another reason I don’t want all these fucking lads taking about you, looking at you, you’re the mother of my child but I’m trying to eat lunch, we had mac and cheese which she didn’t love and was upset  because I had got the wrong shapes but anyways.” You giggled hearing his mind running a mile a minute loving the interjecting thoughts and updates about Teddy and him at home. To say Trent could yap would be a massive understatement. The boy could talk and at a meteoric pace. “I’m being told the pasta is the wrong shape, meanwhile I’m trying not to fucking get hard having to wait till she goes to sleep because my absolute sort of a fiance.. No, sorry scratch that you’re already my wife in my mind, posting all types of content rubbing it in my face that I’m not there to see it first hand. I’m getting the same treatment as some random geez. You’re laying there without a top on and I’m supposed to what? pretend I’m not seeing it… God you looked so fucking hot.” He took a breath after his soliloquy.

“Thank you.” You giggled pretty smug with yourself that you had caused such a reaction. “So did you take care of it once Teddy was asleep.” You asked him with your cheeks beginning to hurt from smiling. He hummed a grunt unamused he was having to admit this all to you. “And you didn’t call for any help?”

“I wasn’t supposed to!” He yelped. “Also, you gave me and the whole fucking internet quite a bit to work with.” He let out a soft laugh. “Baby, you’re so gorgeous, you’re so sexy. I know you never believe me but god, you’ll be 70 years old and trust me… I’ll still be getting turned on just the same. You are stunning. My absolute dream woman. I was desperate.” 

“I like to hear that, T…” You whispered readjusting in your bed. “I am always yours. Don’t forget it, don’t ever have to question who I belong to but definitely don't ever stop telling me you like me. That you’re desperate for me” You giggled. 

“I tell you everyday! I wish I could just grab you right now and kiss you all over. Tell you I like you, I love you, I worship that body. I’m desperate for you right now” He frantically tried to get you to understand just how much he loved you. “That fucking body is all mine and I cannot wait till you get home. I’m gonna show you just how much I do love you, alright?”

“Okay… I can’t wait.” You giggled. You said goodnight and plugged your phone in to charge but not before you got a notification from Instagram.

Trentarnold66 tagged you in their story. ‘Luckiest man in the world. Bagged an absolute worldie 🥵🥵Come home now, Y/N.’

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Next part - Chapter 23 xx

[lass-us-slay]

Alr so I was watching edits and came across Arlecchino and an idea popped into my head!

Danny Phantom as Arlecchino in DC also know as: Phantom the Knave Sovereign

(Still working on the name- Before we start I wanna say, I’m just trouble shooting rn and seeing what new ideas I could add with your guys input too. But so far this is what I have)

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Ok so plot points:

Somehow Pariah Dark gets free of the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep, either because of Vlad or the Observants

Pariah seeing potential in Danny (and cause he was already dubbed to take Pariahs place after he was old enough) starts trying to become Danny’s parental model (much like Vlad. But Worse.)

It was annoying at first, but slowly over time, Pariah started taking his role as Danny’s “Father” too far and twisted. Wanting to make Danny strong, stronger than he ever will be.

Then one thing leads to another and an identity reveal happens. Except the Fentons now pretend Danny Fenton no longer exists, and it’s just Danny Phantom that is an after image of their boy. Which pains them so they keep their distance, but still help what they think is left of their boy.

Danny is sad about that- but he has his sister Jazz and his two best friends! He can live with his parents pretending he doesn’t exist, atleast not as Danny Fenton no he can’t- he really can’t-

Then shit hits the fan, resulting in Danny’s home dimension into imploding into itself. (Which may or may not be the fault of Pariah Dark)

Luckily Danny is able to get out with Jazz!

But he’s too angry to rationalize himself after the death of his Haunt and almost all his fraid dying. He attacks and attacks Pariah and observers and whoever that threatens his last family at every turn.

More shit hits the fan, resulting in Danny getting cursed, which really hurts Danny. Enough to do weird ghost shenanigans to his biology, (via curse), and Jazz gets caught up.

Pariah sees a golden opportunity to use this to get Danny stronger to become the next king.

But Clockwork has had enough and steps in. Only to be promptly sealed away by the still acting king; Pariah Dark. Which Danny not even knowing as he’s out for the count thanks to the curse. (Jazz is the only witness. But Pariah can’t kill her because of Danny.)

More stuff happens and now Pariah is the acting Father of Danny and Jazz (with amnesia) who are in a ghost normal(?) orphanage with other kids.

Basically Arlecchino’s childhood happens to Danny and Jazz. Just that Pariah has decided to false make Jazz his “bio” kid to mentally fuck with Danny (smol child, and poor Jazz).

Danny still sees Jazz as his sis even if he doesn’t remember

After Jazz sadly doesn’t make it, Danny faces off Pariah once more for the first time. And consumes Pariahs Core into his, eating him alive so no more Pariah for the rest or eternity.

Then remembers- holy shit his names Danny! Not Peruere, which ew- (kidding I love the name-)

Anyways Danny gets mad at Clockwork only to find him sealed and the timelines fucked- and with Clockwork being so weak since the seal-ment, it’s up to Danny to fix the mess (and the one that was caused by the Observants once more with no one on the throne)

And so now Danny travels around timelines, picking up strays and adopting them (much like Batman, but better)

That there is the rough outline of the story!! I probably will make more but I just need to organize my thoughts before going into finer things (and art!)

Also I’d like to mention- while in the orphanage, Danny’s human side takes on more physical characteristics of his ghost form. Sorta merging the two forms into one? Not sure about it.

But Danny’s human form has definitely changed, and the curse is the same as Arlecchinos from Genshin (although would be nice if someone actually explained the curse to me fully- cause I don’t get it at all 😭)

Anyways that’s it- im thinking about interactions with the kids Danny Adopts and such but that’s for another time 💀

Aight peace ✌️

[weebsinstash]

Oooh Val's uses his coat wings to hide reader away whenever he gets jealous because someone looked at you.

Do you think he would do that to like some of his workers to make the reader jealous?

GOD this immediately makes me think of him doing something EVEN WORSE ACTUALLY

To make him a little more unhinged and sadistic here, imagine a sadistic yan Valentino who will literally bully you to fucking tears and hurt your feelings on purpose because it 'proves you care about him'.

You and him have an actually sweet mutually respectful moment and he says something specific to you... calls you a new nickname or gives you a really specific compliment, and, it also just really makes you all warm and fuzzy. Or there's a specific way he likes to hold you or nonsexually touch you.

Then you "cross him", you two are arguing, there's several days of you basically all but completely ignoring him, and Val's suddenly making sure to deliberately do that same action or pet name or phrase to someone else RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU and I'm talking you're like, IMMEDIATELY SNAPPING YOUR HEAD IN HIS DIRECTION, and he's already fucking looking at you with this shit eating grin to look at your offended, upset expression

Like sorry can you even fucking imagine he tells you something that makes you feel really special in private and he KNOWS THAT and he compliments someone else the exact same way and you're looking at him literally IN TEARS and he's ENJOYING THAT HE'S MAKING YOU CRY

Just.... setting the scene.... you and him have been drinking, smoking, doing your drugs of choice, whatever, and... it's late at night... you guys are completely alone... and you're just... talking. Talking about your lives, about being in Hell, about experiences you've had, and then Valentino just kinda pokes your arm all coyly smirking/flirting like "It's weird but I feel like I can talk to you like we've known each other forever, like i actually care what you have to say and shit"

And then later on he gets pissed off at you (and it's something stupid like he gets jealous of you talking/bonding with another person) and he says that to some bitch that he like BARELY KNOWS, I would be GASPING CRYING WANTING TO THROW THINGS AT HIM like he could have you sitting there borderline suicidal and he's GRINING WITH GLEE, internally cheering "awwww they DO care about me 🥰 they care what i think about them and they're upset cause they think i dont like them 🥰" like some genuinely evil shit

Like lmao I've talked about "what if Reader became the fourth Vee" but I haven't mentioned "what if when Vox goes to calm down Valentino he also has to go to YOUR tower and comfort YOU because the reason you're both upset is YOU WERE ARGUING" (and maybe Vox takes your side more often because, you're his baby duh and you're newer and you probably have a better head on your shoulders than Val)

Vox is going upstairs, finding Velvette, "so, what kind of mess do I need to help clean up today?"

"The two of them started going at it right inside of my studio! Valentino said some NONSENSE to one of my models and then Vegas went BERSERK! Tore that unlucky bitch to pieces and then launched right at that lush, RIPS OUT a patch of his hair, then HE goes into A RAGE, they were both drunk and THROWING THINGS AT EACH OTHER--"

Like just the mental image of Vox having this dichotomy of, dealing with Valentino having his drunken rages where he wants to resort straight to violence, he's screaming, throwing things, and then Vox goes to YOUR section of the place and you're opposite end of the spectrum, crying, I mean ALSO angry as fuck but in a "Val makes me feel worthless I hate him I hate everyone" kind of way. Vox finds Valentino drinking and wanting to hurt other people and lashing out at his employees and breaking shit, and then he finds you like facedown on a couch in a cloud of smoke and booze, crying about what a pathetic worm you are, why do they even keep you here, you don't belong here, Vox probably hates you too- WHICH HE IMMEDIATELY CORRECTS YOU ON BTW

Vox is out here having to baby and infantilize and SCOLD Valentino to talk him down to a normal level and then to you he's like GENUINELY like "nooooo oh my gosh are you kidding, dont say THAT, you're so cool though 🥺 Val said WHAT, noooOoooo, that's fucked up, I'm sorry, I'll talk to him. You wanna eat cereal and watch anime? I developed a new gacha game for you to play, you wanna play while i watch?" like forreal the favorite is so obvious fkcnckcnfb which is also why it hurts extra hard when VOX loses his cool with YOU because who are you gonna run to, Val or Velvette? Oh you mean the catty narcissistic pimp or the even cattier bully of an influencer? I'd sooner double die.

[prolix-yuy]

Beautiful Release

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Summary: You and Din have an agreement. Simple, clean, easy. But not this time.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, IT'S PEGGING DIN TIME! Anal sex (m receiving), rough sex, sex toys, fingering (m receiving), handjob, frottage, blowjob, swallowing, cumshot, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), mild dubcon (Reader isn't aware of Din's mental state and stops the session to re-negotiate boundaries), painful sex, sex as self-flagellation, hurt/comfort.

Notes: Welcome to my addition to the Peg That Middle Aged Man Event 2024! This idea had been bumping around in my brain and this gave me the perfect excuse to write it. Thanks @wannab-urs for organizing this event, making the gorgeous banners, and giving me a chance to live my fantasies after S3 gave us the most delicious kneeling restrained Din image. I will never forget it, it's burned into my brain forever.

Set after S2 and before The Book of Boba Fett.

Cross-posted on AO3

He’s come to you before, but never like this.

Din always treats your encounters like serendipity, but from the first time you’ve known how far from the truth that is. He finds ways to drift into your path, tilting his helmet like he never expected you to be at this spaceport, which you prefer for its discretion, or in this cantina, which serves a hell of a barium fizz. The niceties always devolve into the silent request, which you never fail to fulfill.

But now, there’s a holomessage blinking on your control panel.

Send me your coordinates. Usual encoding.

It’s brisk, cold, mostly to protect you both, but even then something’s off. He’s never admitted to seeking you out. Something stirs deep in your stomach, consulting the encoding slug he gave you ages ago in case you ever needed him. Funny, the first time you’d use it would be because you think he needs you.

Your winding relationship with Din Djarin began at the business end of a blaster, but you can’t fault him for that. The ship you were flying then had all the hallmarks of a slaver vessel, but when he found your crew of rebel sympathizers he lowered his weapon. One escort and a few short-lived conversations later, and you’d forged a razor-thin alliance. 

Your paths wound their way across and through each other for over a year, and in that time Din warmed to you. He gave you his name, his allegiances, his contacts if needed. In return you forged documents and built jammers for his ramshackle ship. Mutually beneficial, and after a time pleasantly warm. His laugh always surprised you, a low chuckle when you turned a phrase just right on him. 

And the kid! The curious little gremlin that had been accompanying him more in recent times did help to smooth the rough spots. Grogu’s presence always brightened your days, brief moments of pure joy from his tireless antics. Din seemed to be ever the exasperated protector, but when he tucked Grogu into his arm his aura glowed. 

However, the times when Din “stumbled” upon you with seemingly no purpose had little to do with play dates or trades. Well, maybe only in the most euphemistic sense.

It was on a cargo run - cargo being more frightened people fleeing under the guise of your fake shipping business - that Din first encountered what would bring him back to you time and time again. There was a man among the stowaways who took an interest in you, the feeling mutual. He wound his way around like a lothcat in heat, and when you whispered how you might be able to pass the time he enthusiastically agreed. 

You weren’t much of an exhibitionist, but the ship wasn’t meant for privacy. So when Din happened upon you bending the man over a cargo crate, your strap slickly splitting him open as he moaned behind your clamped hand, you did feel some mild embarrassment. You weren’t sure how long he watched you thrust into the other man, but the little cough that alerted you to his presence made you turn and take him in.

He was clearly affected, hand gripping his belt as the other clenched by his side. Fascinating. The Mandalorian had surprises in store. 

The man garbled about sucking Din’s cock, letting the Mando cum on his face while you pounded his tight hole, but you stuck your fingers in his mouth and picked up your rhythm again. You’d met other Mandalorians in your travels, but Din’s particular religion was much stricter than most. He might take hefty offense if you assumed any of the armor could come off. Instead you let him watch without comment as your companion came all over the side of the cargo crate, soothing him through the aftershocks. As you cleaned him up you noticed your audience fled, and you determined never to speak of this. 

It would take two months for Din to come to you. 

“People like this?” he asked when you showed him your strap and assortment of attachments. You shrugged, picking out the one you secretly thought he’d enjoy.

“Some do, some don’t. It’s just one of many things I like,” you said, leaning against your bedroom wall as he filled the small space with restless energy. “I’m sure you like plenty of things too.”

There it was. The little roll of the shoulders and flex of a hand that told you Din wasn’t as inexperienced as some would believe. 

“Never tried something like this,” he mumbled, and you smiled under the knowledge that he was nervous. Din Djarin, feared throughout the galaxy, and dearer friend than you ever expected, had something he wanted and didn't know how to ask for.

“Would you like to try it?” you said, taking the last barrier away. He tilted the helmet down, fingers restless on his hip. 

“Yes.”

That first night you didn’t fuck him, though by the end he was so close to begging you almost came from the sound. Instead you opened him up with your fingers, got him used to the feeling of fullness and how to connect it to pleasure, while he laid on your bed and gripped the sheets so hard you thought he’d rip them. His pants bunched across his thighs, you got to admire the cords of muscle rippling as you made him shake and choke. His cock, velvety and weeping on his stomach, made your mouth water, but you only offered to suck it when he was just on the precipice. Your hot mouth wrapping around his head, two clever fingers stroking his prostate, tipped him over into bliss as he shouted his completion. Pride swelled in your chest at his belabored breath, chestplate heaving and thighs quivering on either side of your head. 

When you returned from cleaning up he was already dressed again, despite your protests to wait and let you ease him down from this new experience. He thanked you, awkwardly, and left quickly. Lying in the same bed that night, still smelling of him, you reasoned with yourself. He probably had a lot of feelings to sort out, both around his pleasure and the fact that you gave it to him. You hoped he trusted you enough to know you’d be discreet. And, as your fingers slid into your underwear, you hoped he’d seek you out again.

It was only a week before you were at the same spaceport again, his heavy boots clanking up your ramp. You tried to hide your own nerves, but when Din stood before you and let the visor drag up and down your body, a delicious grin crept onto your face.

“Ready to try more?”

Indeed he was.

He enters your ship without preamble, a brief flit of concern clouding your features at how quickly he disarmed your security measures. You weren’t expecting him for another hour. He must have jumped to get to you. 

It’s thrilling, to know the Mandalorian’s need is so great. 

But when he enters and closes the door behind him, the energy is…off. Not seductive, teasing, edged like the other times. No, he’s holding his body so tight and so still. There’s nothing aggressive in it, but you glimpse why his enemies fear him. Without a face, and with so much obscuring the flesh beneath, you’re not sure when he’ll strike. 

He catches you rummaging through your drawer, the strap in your hand. Assessing, you give him a gentler smile than usual, hands visible, softening your stance.

“Hello, Din.”

He nods, quickly, unbuckling his belt and yanking his cape free. Both fall to the floor carelessly. You press on.

“How about you tell me what you want?” you say, watching him carefully as he opens his pants plaquet. The mouthwatering strip of skin you covet peeks from beneath his top.

“Just need…need this,” he says, and while naturally a man of few words you’d taught him to be more vocal in this respect. 

“Okay, Din. How about you kneel on the bed and we start there?” Your voice lowers into a soothing register, reaching for his arm. 

“No,” he almost shouts, startling your hand back. He recovers. “No, I want…” You can practically hear him licking his lips on a sigh, slowing himself down. “Can you sit against the headboard?”

Brows raised, you nod. He’s never ridden you before, always preferring to let you take him from behind or on his back. Pulling the strap-on over your leggings, you settle against the headboard and wait for him. He doesn’t take long, kneeling on the bed briefly in contemplation before swinging over your lap. Shucking his pants half down his legs, you can’t resist a giggle.

“Might be better to take them off,” you tease, letting your hands lay featherlight on his hips. A huff crackles through the vocoder but he doesn’t move to disrobe further. 

“I’ll open you up a bit first,” you say, one hand reaching for lube while the other snakes its way to his hole. You encounter surprising slickness, but he’s nowhere as warmed up as you get him.

“S’okay, I took care of it,” he mumbles, both hands coming up to grip the headboard above your head. Slicking lube on the dildo, you move to finger him enough to ease your way in.

“Just a little more…”

“I’m fine.”

The curt retort snaps your face to the helmet, now more of a cowled chin and shining halo of beskar above your head. There’s something bubbling uncomfortably under the surface, something you feel the need to drag out by the scruff of the neck, but it’s Din. You never talk feelings with Din. Frankly, you barely talk at all during, or after, any of your nights together.

“Sorry,” he breathes, forcing relaxation. “I’m ready. Please.”

Your eyes linger for a moment longer, then you circle the base of your cock in waiting.

He descends slowly, gritted breaths and sharp blasts of air from his nose echoing above you. You watch the strain in his thighs as he sinks and sinks, his cock only half-hard against his stomach. Leaving a hand on one hip, you stroke soothing paths up and down his lower back, watching for discomfort. Instead he’s marble around you, coiled, body not releasing as usual. Normally when you fuck him he dissolves, rolling his hips back onto you and choking out praises of how good you feel.

None of that comes. He meets the base of your cock and immediately slides back up at an almost punishing pace. He can’t be that acclimated yet, and his pained hisses and grunts only make that more apparent. 

“Din, slow down,” you request, hands firmer on his hips to try and even his pace. If he heard you he says nothing, now slamming his hips down on your cock. “Din,” you beseech again, nails starting to dig in. His grunts grow to growls, something from the heat of battle, your headboard creaking from his crushing grip. 

Clarity overtakes you, the shudder of his stomach and forceful downstrokes only getting more intense. There wasn’t pleasure in this. Something is eating up Din inside and he’s trying to fuck it out of himself. And he’s using you to do that.

“Din Djarin, STOP.”

The echo of your voice, strong and steely, finally brings Din to a stop with your cock buried deep in his ass. His chest heaves in front of you, limbs quivering from the exertion, but he’s as still as he can be. Gripping his chestplate, you push him back enough to look him in the visor, your anger righteously reflected back.

“You don’t punish yourself with my cock,” you order, teeth clenched and seething. “Do you think so little of me, that I’d just let you rip yourself to shreds without a word?” 

Din freezes, but this time you know it’s shame. If you were in a clearer headspace you might have tried reassurance, or asked him to lay beside you and talk about what’s destroying him, but you’re just too upset. 

“Is that all you come to me for?” you spit out, knuckles aching from gripping his armor. He’s silent for long enough that you consider throwing him out before he speaks.

“Something happened. And I just want to…be empty. To not think about it every moment.” He leans forward and your visage warps as he presses his forehead to the crown of your head. The anger thrums but starts to ebb as he folds around you. “I didn’t know where else to go. You’ve always taken care of me. More than I deserve.”

The sadness in his voice is palpable, and even with your mouth still sour from his deception you find the compassion to wrap your arms around his middle. The chestplate presses into your cheek, a metronome for Din’s slowing breaths. 

“If you have any care in your heart for me, don’t ever do that again,” you grit out. Din’s breath catches. 

“I care for you,” he says, and a door in your heart you never realized was cracked widens for Din’s admission. 

“I care for you too, you karking asshole, which is why I want you to say something instead of trying to hate fuck your feelings out.”

Din’s chest begins to shake again, but you’re sure it’s laughter this time. You manage a giggle of your own, letting him lean back and look at you again. The motion shifts your cock in him, and his sharp sigh arches your brow.

“If you wanted to forget, you could have just told me,” you say, rolling your hips sensuously up into his clenching hole. Din’s head drops back, grip tightening on the headboard again as you grind into him.

“Please,” he begs, so soft and vulnerable you can’t help but give him what he needs. 

Slowly you press up into him, guiding his hips to rock on your cock. You love the feel of his ass in your hands, well muscled and perfect for grabbing, manhandling him just enough to show he can let go. He follows your direction reluctantly at first, but as you plant your feet and start thrusting with more range he loosens. You can feel it in his arms, holding on to the headboard for dear life, and the building rhythm of his hips meeting yours. For a man whose life is violence, you never want to bring that into your sessions. But a light swat on one asscheek pulls the most delicious moan from deep in his chest.

“Fuck,” he groans, bearing down on you even more. Tilting your hips, you arch his back enough that you’re sure to hit his prostate on the next thrust. 

“Maker!”

There it is.

“Close your eyes,” you whisper. Waiting a moment, you zero in on that perfect spot inside him and hit it with every one of your thrusts. “Do you feel that? Feel how good I’m fucking you?”

“Yes, fuck,” Din curses, one hand flitting down to squeeze the base of his cock. He’s at full attention now, head bobbing against your stomach. You swell with pride that he’s having to stave off his orgasm so quickly, but you’ll be the one to make those decisions now. 

“All I want you to think about is how good you feel,” you purr, tugging his hand away and replacing it with your own. You long for his skin against yours, so you pull up your shirt to skim the head of his cock against your soft belly. He chokes, stuttering away but he’s trapped between your hand and thighs.

“Wait, Maker, I’ll cum if you…” he garbles, but his body keeps meeting your grinds. You shush him gently, stroking from base to tip and smearing precum over the head. 

“You will, but only when I let you. You know I’ll make it good for you, make nothing but this pleasure you’re feeling fill that head of yours.” His rapid nod almost knocks you in the head with the beskar, but he manages to tuck into your neck instead. The helmet is a shocking cool against your skin, but the act of burrowing into you must be rewarded. Bringing your arms around him, you press along the length of his body, trapping his cock between.

“I’m gonna pound into this tight ass until you cum all over us. You like that?” The wail Din lets out shoots heat to your cunt, wishing more than anything that you’d opted for a toy that gave you a little stimulation too. Instead you hammer fast and hard, barely pulling out. Your hips and thighs burn with exertion at his bulk on top of you, but he’s frantically bouncing back and rutting his cock into the wet mess your bodies make. 

“Don’t stop,” he gasps, and you’re not sure if it’s the vocoder but you think his voice sounds watery. “Please, cyar’ika, don’t stop.”

Cupping the back of his neck, damp with sweat, you whisper, “I’ve got you.”

With a handful of final pumps you’re coated in his cum, sliding around your belly as he seizes over and over. Pressing deep, you hold strong against his shuddering body as he finishes. Each weakening thrust draws him down on you, heavier and loose-limbed. 

The armor makes it hard to find the soft spots, so you take to kneading the back of his neck and palming his spine. Before his last aftershock, you urge him higher on his knees so you can slip your cock out - slowly, so as not to shock his jellying body. Easing him down, you hold his head in the crook of your neck and settle him on your lap. His hands slide down from the headboard to your shoulders. 

Then you hear it. A tiny sniff, then another. You can’t pretend you didn’t notice them so close to your ear. So you gather the broad man in your arms and hold him. His hands don’t know where to rest, finally winding loosely around your lower back.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” you tell him again, and the sniffing starts to recede. His body, however, slumps against yours, and it takes all of your strength not to start giggling.

You fucked the Mandalorian right to sleep. Bravo to you.

When Din finally stirs, a deep rumble in his throat, it’s been almost an hour. Your toes are half numb and you’re dying to shift into any other position, but much like a lothcat falling asleep on your lap, you couldn’t bear to move Din. Especially when he started snoring, one of the most endearing and hilarious sounds you’d ever heard him make. 

In the time he slept you wondered what happened. What terrible thing hollowed him out and haunts him. Something keeps him up at night, if the depth of his sleep is any indication. Recent, possibly. Traumatic.

Your breath caught in your throat. If something happened to Grogu you know he would have told you. You ask after him all the time, teasing that you’ll be his Auntie (Din always says he has plenty of them across the galaxy). 

Had you seen the Razor Crest fly up? Where was that old bird anyway?

What happened in the time since Din last saw you?

The cycle of possibilities always ends the same. Maybe he cares for you in some way, but not enough for you to ask. No matter how much you want to.

A shift on your lap alerts you to Din waking, kneading his shoulders and neck lightly to alert him to your presence. He’s never slept with you before, but it wouldn’t surprise you to learn that he’s quick to draw at unexpected circumstances. Of which this one definitely is.

“What…” Din croaks, and if not for the helmet you would have offered him water. 

“It’s okay, you’re on my ship. You’re okay.” 

It takes Din another minute to realize what’s happened. Him, half naked on your lap with your strap pressing against his ass. You, covered in drying cum beneath him. In a flash he’s swinging his leg off your lap, attempting to stand but obviously they’ve gone as numb as yours because he stumbles and crashes out of sight. 

“Oh kriff, are you…?” you start to ask, but as quick as he’s out of sight he pops back up again, tugging up his pants and tucking himself away.

“Sorry, that was…I didn’t mean to…do that.” 

All of the heaviness and anger and lust fizzles away to laughter as you try to suppress the ridiculousness of the moment. After a moment of indigent head tilting Din’s shoulder also shake, chuckles fuzzing out of the vocoder. 

“Oh Maker, what an understatement that is,” you sigh, wiping your stomach with the edge of your bedsheets. Din visibly cringes, hands on his hips.

“Sorry for the mess,” he apologizes, but you wave it off.

“I’ve had much worse, believe me,” you shoot back. Clean enough, you sit on the edge of the bed and look up at the inscrutable man. 

“Want to talk about it?”

Din’s stance shifts, helmet tipping down for a moment before coming back to your face.

“...Not yet.”

You hum and nod. “Well, you know how to find me if you do.”

Din nods. “Thank you.”

As he picks up his effects you shimmy off the harness at the foot of the bed, mentally ticking through the steps to clean everything. Din watches you set it down, stilling until your eyes come back to him.

“It gives you pleasure as well?” he asks, which raises one of your eyebrows.

“I mean, about as much as rhythmically hitting your hips against someone can do.” His posture changes into something hard to decipher, so you continue. “I’ve got a few that do more for me, but it depends on the person I’m with. Comfort, boundaries. As you’re well aware.” You gesture to the armor, his chin tucking down to look at it.

“So you’ve never cum with me?” he asks, and a sudden feverish heat blooms under your skin. Din has a sex appeal you appreciate, but have never acted on beyond what he’s asked for. Now, something’s changed so dizzyingly fast you’re scrambling.

“Well, you’re pretty spent after our sessions. And you leave quickly. I don’t ask for more than you can give.”

Din takes a step towards you, putting his belt and cloak back down.

“What do you ask of other people you fuck?”

Your heart hammers in your chest. How can he turn the tables so quickly and spectacularly? Trying to gain the upper hand, you pull a confident face on and speak as breezily as possible.

“Most can’t get it up twice after I fuck them within an inch of their life, so fingers, tongues, toys, any and all of the above are excellent ways to repay the favor.”

He’s even closer now, and the facade is barely holding up. It’s like the vulnerability he showed you can’t possibly be returned.

“You’ve never asked me,” he says, and you can’t believe there’s a note of regret in his voice. The bed hits the back of your legs, and you steady your voice even though those words make your pussy throb.

“I didn’t think it was allowed.” Your voice drops low as Din steps into your space. 

“Difficult, but not forbidden.” Din’s hands come to your shoulders. “Sit down, please.”

Your knees fold so fast you bounce on the bed, looking up at him. He joins you on one knee, hands coming to rest on your thighs.

“I broke my Creed. I would do it again, for the exact same reason, but now that makes me an apostate.” His hands come to the helmet, thumbs tucking underneath the lip.

“Din, what happened?”

He pauses, and you swear you can feel his gaze through that smoky visor. 

“Close your eyes.”

Darkness surrounds you, then a hiss and a thunk. 

Then the voice of a man you care for, unfiltered and bare.

“I’m not ready for anyone to see my face. But I want this, with you. If you can forgive me.”

You could be dreaming still. It would make just as much sense.

“I forgive you, Din. But just this once,” you sneak in at the end just to hear how melodic his laugh sounds. Then his hand splays over your stomach and urges you to lie back.

“I hope you don’t mind teaching me this. I don’t have much experience,” he says, fire licking through your body as he tugs your leggings and underwear off.

“Don’t worry, you’re a quick learner,” you say breathily.

And when he finally kisses you, sweet with your musk on his tongue and your orgasm dripping from his fingers, you teach him how to do that as well.

END

"I need some distraction Oh a beautiful release Memories seep from my veins Let me be empty Oh and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight.

Sarah McLachlan, Angel (yeah I know I used the sad dog song)

[krystalcat]

can I get a slight fluffy soulmate au ot8 oneshot of (me) meeting ateez after a show and catching their interest when I say something in my native language out of nervousness 🙈

since I am kinda tall (172cm), to have that as a mental image

Of course! This was my first time writing a soulmate AU, so I had to search a little to be sure of the story ideas. I hope I didn't drive away from what you were expecting and that you enjoy this! Also I'm so incredibly sorry for taking so long to post this, I was constantly rewriting the ending but finally came with something I also enjoyed.

This is also my first time writing ot8 so I tried my best to every member have some spotlight as well

What Is Love?

ღ Pairing: AteezOT8 x afab!Reader ღ Genre: Fluff, Soulmate AU ღ Word count: 1,8k ღ Warnings: some cursing and I think that's it ღ Summary: For everyone, it was a known fact that the name of someone's soulmate appeared on their skin after meeting them. Spending your whole life watching your friends and acquaintances getting those marks on their skin made you believe perhaps you didn't have an assigned soulmate. ღ Disclaimer: This is only fiction, by writing this I am not trying to represent the members in any way. Not proofread!

It was that time of the year again, a week before Valentine’s day. Once again, you were out with your girl friends in a cafe, discussing how everyone was spending their Valentine’s day with their soulmates. Except you.

Your 23rd birthday was coming up, and you still didn’t find your soulmate, despite visiting tons of places and currently living in the South Korea. Almost every one you knew had already found theirs, so saying you didn’t feel left behind was a blatant lie, despite it being no one’s fault.

At this point you had lost hope, you accepted you were part of the small minority who didn’t have an assigned soulmate. Your friends and parents suggested that you could start a relationship with someone else who also didn’t have a soulmate, and oh man you tried. Unfortunately, there was either always a spark missing or your date had to tell you they had found their soulmate.

It felt like it was destined for you to be forever alone, like the stars played a cruel prank on you.

“Yn? Did you hear me?” One of your friends woke you up from your deep thoughts, making you realize the table was looking at you.

“Sorry what was it? I was just thinking about something”

“Do you have any plans for Valentine’s day?” The same friend asked you, almost in a whisper. They knew they were touching a sensitive topic, but they still had hoped this year would be different from all the others.

“Probably the same as last year, being alone on my apartment and binge-watch some movies and series” The air now thick after your answer, leaving your friends both feeling bad for their nosiness and your situation.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with you, but I think I should go. I shouldn’t make you guys feel bad for something that is out of your control” You grabbed your things and gave them your part of the bill.

“Wait, just to make sure, you’re going to Ateez’s show tomorrow right?” She asked after you got up

“Of course I am, bye!” All three of them said goodbye as well as you left the café, making your way back to your apartment.

Seeing all the couples hugging and holding their hands felt like a stab in your heart, you just wanted to know what it was like to feel loved. You wanted to know what love felt like. Was it sweet like candy? Was it addicting? Could it make you feel like you were in heaven? Could it hurt you?

Ever since your teenage years those questions lingered around your mind, still left unanswered.

«—— ღ ——»

You were now waiting outside for Ateez to leave their music show to greet the fans, it was your first time going to one of the k-pop music shows, so you had no idea of how it functioned, but nevertheless you had a great time watching Ateez perform.

By the end your throat was sore from all the cheering and fan-chanting, you would hype each and every members during their parts along with your friend, despite knowing your screams would combine with everyone else’s. Every single one of the members looked so charming and charismatic with their stylish outfits and stage presence, too bad they couldn’t manage to get the win, losing only by a few points, you would’ve loved to hear them sing the encore as well.  

“Look yn!” Your friend patted your arm as screams erupted, making you look up from your cellphone, the members were leaving. Lucky you, they were passing right by your side, just on the other side of the iron fence.

You nervously clutched the album you brought for them to sign, your mind rehearsing what you would say. It wasn't every day that you got to meet your favorite group, after all.

The members approached, greeting fans and signing merchandise. As they drew nearer, you couldn't help but marvel at their charisma and genuine smiles. One by one, they signed your album, each exchange leaving you more in awe than the last.

When it was finally your turn to meet Hongjoong  you felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. You handed him the album, and he smiled warmly, ready to engage in a brief conversation.

As you stammered through your words, you inadvertently let out a nervous laugh and muttered something in your native language. The members exchanged curious glances, and Hongjoong's eyes lit up with interest. He leaned in, asking, "What language was that?"

You blushed, realizing you had unintentionally piqued their interest. "Oh, sorry, that was just my native language. I tend to switch to it when I'm nervous."

Seonghwa, who was standing nearby, grinned and joined the conversation. "It sounded beautiful. What did you say?"

You smiled back, feeling a bit more at ease. "I just said that meeting ATEEZ feels like a dream come true."

The members exchanged appreciative glances, and Yunho chimed in "We feel the same about meeting our fans. It's like a dream for us too"

They brisked towards the van, continuing greeting the other fans until disappearing inside of the van. You could see some of the girls looking at you weirdly, but as you stared down at them they diverted their gaze and stomped away.

“Girl you were noticed by them! We need to tell the others about this! It was so cool and honestly a little funny when you basically said ‘fuck off’ with your stare to the other fangirls”

After talking for a little while, you said your goodbyes and went to your house.

«—— ღ ——»

You tossed your little purse anywhere and took off your shoes right after closing the door behind you. You immediately went to the bathroom, pulling your hoodie sleeves up to wash your face after a long day. It seems only now your face had cooled a little.

But you noticed something on your right arm, the Ateez’s members names were written on it. You scrunched your eyes, not remembering when you had written their names there, shrugging your shoulders after thinking it was probably something you and your friend did out of boredom waiting for the queue to the music show.

Grabbing some soap and washing your arms didn’t seem to work, which made you even more confused, and then it dawned on you: it was your soulmate mark.

Water kept splashing against the sink as you kept staring at their names with an agape mouth. After all this time cursing the destiny at how you didn’t have a soulmate, you had finally gotten, not one, not two, but eight of them.

But now there was another problem: how the hell were you supposed to see them again? Their promotions are ending, they don’t have any fansign planned anytime sooner and you sure as hell wouldn’t be stalking them with a chance to talk to them. Especially when they didn’t even have your name, sure they might have it on their arm now, but who could say they would associate your faceto the name on their arm?

Needless to say you barely slept that night, and the one after that, trying to find a solution to no avail. It seemed like you had to wait even more time before you could meet them once again and talk about all of this.

«—— ღ ——»

It is now Valentine’s day, and you still haven’t seen the members. At this point you had accepted you would only see them next comeback season, which at least 4 months waiting. Different from the other years, where you would hide in your cave, today you were going for a walk, seeing the various couples dining in restaurants.

You were only sad you couldn’t spend the day with your soulmates, deep down knowing sooner or later you would meet them once again.

You sat on a bench, still seeing all the lively cafes and restaurants adorned with red and pink decorations, music buzzing through the walls, the loving gazes couples would give to their significant other.

“Excuse me?” A voice behind you interrupted your thoughts, “Is this yours? It was on the floor” turning around you saw a man wearing a mask holding a butterfly hair pin, touching your hair, you realized it was actually yours.

“Yes it is, thank you” He gave the pin back and walked away after mumbling a ‘you’re welcome’, you pin it on your hair more securely and turn to the path you were facing before, only to turn your head back once more when you hear quick footsteps approaching you.

The same man from before sprints into your direction, stopping in front of you, “Ex-Excuse me once again,” He says between breaths, “Is your name y/n?” You quirk your eyebrow, backing away from the man.

He takes off his mask, leaving you dumbfounded: it was San, Ateez’s San right in front of you, in casual attire. “I’m so sorry for scaring you, I realized you seemed like a girl I saw a few days ago” He backed away, giving you some space.

“Y-Yes I’m y/n, I’m the one you saw”

“Oh my God, we thought we’d never see you again” He gave you one of his signature dimple smiles, turning your belly into mush. “Are you busy? Do you have any place to be?”

“No, I was going back home in a few minutes”

“I’m actually a bit late to a dinner with the other members, but I’m sure they would forgive my carelessness if I brought a guest, don’t you think?” Nodding, San put his mask back on and gave you his hand - which you obviously accepted - guiding you to the restaurant.

«—— ღ ——»

They were dining in a secluded part of the restaurant, as you greeted them with a smile, you could see them changing their annoyed demeanor (due to San being late) to a surprised and happy one and called for the waiter to add another plate.

As the dinner progressed, you quickly began getting used to their attention and personalities. It was crazy how you turned from strangers to lovers in such limited time.

You finally understood what is love. Love is unconditional, the greatest gift you could ever give or receive. Love is when the other person’s happiness is more important than your own. To love is to be vulnerable, to trust others. Love is pain, and the enjoyment of it is anesthetic. To love is to admire with your heart, and to see something positive in every person. It is blind and the energy of life.

But you’d choose it everyday over being alone in a world devoid of connection and warmth.

[deesseshesca]

Mystery reading ~ 1 

Where is life going …

Morning, pretty souls, today we are checking on this bitch called : LIFE. What’s good ? What’s up ? What’s popping ? I’m talking CAREER, FINANCE, LOVE maybeeeeee s.e.x.

I already found my winner. THANK YOU SO MUCH TO EVERYONE THAT PARTICIPATED ! MUCH LOVE TO Y’ALL. 

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I am the type of tarot reader to say as it is. Nothing is sugar coated but everything is sent with good intention. If you are not ready to face some truth, you should vagabond somewhere else. 

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Basing myself on the legal age in my country which is 18 

PILE 1 (18+)

Moon (reverse), Six pentacles, Four pentacles (reverse), two cups, 666’ ‘’I’m sorry I put my career before you ! I’m trying to get out of debt… I’m willing to put time & effort now because I don’t want to lose you !’’, ‘’I’M learning how to love myself now thanks to you !’’

Your dreams are becoming a nightmare. You are breaking under pressure and your overthinking is running wild. You feel overwhelmed by your problems or your overthinking is paralyzing. You had a dream about a wolf and dog barking at you, we were so scared you woke up sweating. But what you don’t realize is that they were not coming for you, they were urging you to realize the urgency of your problem. You are in a constant state of anxiety and you project this upon others. You are the root of all your problems. Even if we take them away, you are still in bad shape. I really advise you to apply to some social help in your community regarding mental health. It might not be the best service but it will be a good beginning. Show some grace to your friend. They might not be equipped to fully help you, but they are trying their best. They are really here for you. They only wish to help and be a good shoulder for you to lay your head upon. In your heart, you know who your real friends are. Your fiance is doing so well, You are living your dream life and riding your dream car. I’m getting that nobody knows you are going through HELL in your mind. You don’t show it one bit. Is the only thing you control. Is the way you look so it will kill you if it falls apart. You bury yourself in workload just to distract from the constant voices in your mind. Several events are coming towards us. Before you fire a shot in your head, listen, is the way you are going to react going to determine the next few years in life. Don’t panic, do some shadow work, do some meditation and listen to some subliminals. So when the events happen you react in your best abilities. You might be closing this toxic cycle very soon. Allow change to affect your self-belief slowly but surely. Use your feelings and gut feelings. I feel you nodding your head in a negative way, but listen, if you can manifest a dream apartment and car in such a negative state. Babe not everything you are doing is wrong. Especially in this economy ! Give yourself some flowers. Stop putting others first. I feel like you hide your pain, because you don't want to feel like a burden. Babe I don't want you to hit the deep end. So I prefer you be a burden than a forever trauma for people around you. 

The remedy of a broken heart - Xxxtentacion

Romance 

Nine swords (reverse), Knight of pentacles, two pentacles (reverse), 6 pentacles (reverse) 

Right now there’s one of my closest guy friends that is showing signs of attraction towards you. Actually love not lust. You might not feel like jumping in because he doesn't know how badly life is beating you. You don’t want them to associate with the mess you are in. 

SEX 

TOOO BAD ! THEY DON’T GIVE A FUCK ! THEY ARE COMING IN ! Girl, he loves you. Before we even get anything sexual, he wants me to point out his feelings for you. Right you might feel like you sense a shift in y’all relationship but babe you have no idea how obsessive he is with you. Next, you will not let him hit quickly. You will move extremely slow. And he is going to allow you to take the lead. You might act like you don’t care about him, pretend like you don’t feel what he is feeling. But he knows deep down you are just scared of intimacy. You swear you prefer fucking over love, but him and I both know the truth. He's not letting your sabotage get in the way of y’all relationship. Girl you can play all the games you want he stays going to be gentle and waiting for you. Showing that he ain’t going anywhere. Never pushing your limit. Just happy to be in your presence. That man is going to book a hotel room for your first time. But i’m getting that y’all will already be in a relationship when y’all get down and nasty. You get a room full of candles and flowers like the one on the gram. For the first time in sex, it is not going to feel like you're distracting yourself from your life. But you will be totally immersed in the experience. I’m getting that your anxiety will be completely off. You might wake up thinking it was all a dream but nah girl he is really beside you and you are really in a hotel suite after having the best sex u ever had. You might try to control the whole experience and he will allow you to take the lead. He will always check on you : Can I take it off ? Do you want me to put my finger in, baby ? Does it feel good love ? You can take it all in,  princess .  (He loves using little names for you) He must be good at dirty talking. I’m hearing the type to talk you through it. 

AFTERCARE 

Y’all be cuddling. He will be keeping you close to him. You will finally let him in completely. You will apologize for letting work take first in your life and being emotionally available even though you guys are in a relationship. Because you were still very scared. But it won't be news for him, he already  knows it. You will realize how much you NEEDED someone like him in you life.

Foreplay- Shenseea 

PILE 2 

Temperance (reverse), 3 wands (reverse), Ace pentacles (reverse), 9 pentacles (reverse), 777. 111

You are not learning. I’m hearing Abby Miller: ‘’ HAVE YOU LEARN NOT NOTHING  !’’. Your excuse is life can end tmr and you might die at the very minute so YOLO. GIRL ! I can assure you, you will live longer than a month . You are not dying anytime soon. So… STOP IT ! Not only that but you have the audacity to feel unlucky like you ain’t the one messing it all up. Not only that, you are getting frustrated. I’m hearing someone around you saying ‘’ I told you so !’’. GIRL YOU DON’T HAVE MONEY. Don’t even try it. Stop spending money. There’s more money coming out than coming in. STOP SPENDING ! Girl, I'm your last warning. The universe is fed up with you. You are better at spending than earning. Is not even funny anymore …I swear. You might think I’m nagging but I'm stressing for you.. You are soon going to be in BIG PROBLEM.  YOU ARE NOT DYING TMR ! So stop the YOLO. Build some money discipline. When the universe will be happy with your change, your luck is going to come back even better this time. With the money, you will fund a new skill that will be more abundant than you ever have on your own. Your personal income will be 3x at least. 

Kobe - Fresh

ROMANCE 

Two words (reverse) , 5 swords, 2 cups (reverse), 5 pentacles

I feel you are in a relationship with someone you vow not to love but only to use for some money. Like you needed a place to stay. But it is just any ordinary man. Pile 2 you guys are the final boss of beauty privilege. The way your beauty is mesmerizing. Is like the sec that the male specimen lays eye on you, it submit to your every need. You are not at the basic level of having your drink paid or people always helping you. Men pay for your trip, your makeup, your luxury purse and everything you can think of, you will have. Every time you open up about it, girl be quick to call you an OF, when in reality you are fucking telling the truth. I didn't even know people like you exist. I thought my mind was playing games but one of your spirit guards was like ‘’If you can drag her spending, you better applaud her beauty’’. If you guys believe in past life, it will not surprise me if you were one of the prettiest princesses in the medieval and in the 1800. Like other souls may think that vanity is useless. But you know how resourceful it is. If you don't believe in it. Your beauty is something in the spiritual world that spirits admire to the point of idolizing it. I will not be surprised if you are of royal blood. Anyway, you are male ultimate fantasy. The man you know knows it. This is not your first rodeo. Is not the first time you use men for their resources. But it is the first time that the man  treats you like a goddess instead of a sex toy. He has venus in Virgo, his love language is act of service. He cares extremely about you. He cares about your well-being and your mental health. He is at least a multi-millionaire. He knows you are not fully committed to him, but he hopes that he shows how sincere he is, you will eventually open up. Everytime he try to have an emotional moment, you end up fucking him. And he's getting tired of it. If you don’t change the cards are showing me, that  is going to be too late. You  will soon realize he was one of the very rare ones. Let me tell you something, when he is done with something, there’s NOTHING that can make him go back. You are scared he is going to feel disgusted when he realizes how much shit you are financially. But believe me, he loves you too much. I think the concept of your love is foreign to you that you don’t even know how to actually react. Don’t worry he will teach you. 

You guys are definitely bilingual, you might be speak french 

I think it was essential for me to make a difference between your finances and the resources of others. I feel like you are living a luxurious life that has always been funded by everyone but you. And you can't even imagine becoming a rich man. Girl let me breathe some life into you. If you know how to make men answer to your  crazy desires that means you know how to market yourself. You probably know how to brand yourself. You've been jumping from rich to rich men, I know you pick more in their talk than I could ever in my economy class. Learn some financial discipline, learn a skill and you will have a sweet freedom. 

Streets - Doja Cat

PILE 3 (18+) 

Emperor (reverser), 5 pentacles, Ace pentacles (reverse), Strength (reverse), 0505,111, ‘’I miss making love to you ! I will do anything just to hold you again !’’, ‘’ I tried to replace you but it didn't work out because I’m madly in love with you & I was fighting it ! I know this is divine’’

Your life is a mess and it is your fault. Here I said it. I felt a lot of people sigh at the same time: ‘’Finally’’. You keep blaming others and hiding behind ‘’circumstances’’. You love to remind people of a glorious past you once had. Where you were on top of your game. I'm hearing Golden child gone bad. ( I'm even smelling mold) You were once the best of the school. The top employee at your work and winning trophies left right in sport, Now you barely show up to class. You always come very late at work. Because you keep escaping your problem You don’t look for help. You keep saying ‘’ it is what it is’’ Your finances might slow down but you're for sure taking a hit in life. You are feeling lonely and vulnerable. Some might stop here, but I know that you are hiding a bigger problem. You are actually a golden child turned importer syndrome. Back in high school it was easy to be the best. Now you are in a room full of people going as hard as you and you  feel like you ain’t doing enough or your result doesn't hold the candle beside theirs. You are stressed and miserable. Finally you don’t see the end of this financial mess. You feel like everything is expensive. But the reality is that you are trying to keep up with the lifestyle of your classmate. You have enough to survive and you are refusing to ask for help. Advice: 1. Buy quality over quantity. 2. Invest your time in a hobby that is free or very inexpensive so when you cancel your plan you actually have a good reason. And it stops you from overthinking . Also you are actually building skill instead of rotting. You have sadly fallen into bad habits but there is a way out. Unexpectedly, it is about to happen in your life with that hobby. You might find love or a job. Some will get fly out because of your skill. As crazy as it might be, you are on the right path. The right persons is heading your way, opportunities and happiness are closer than you think. 

Dans mon monde - GENEZIO

ROMANCE 

Wheel fortune, Star, 5 wands (reverse), 7 pentacles

Is the comeback of an ex. When he will make his appearance in your life you will be skeptical. There's so much chaos in your life and you don’t need more drama. Back then your relationship was rocky not because he was treating you like shit. He was emotionally close off. I’m getting a good girl and a bad boy. When you broke up with him, you swore to his face that your life would be better without him. Nobody can ignore your glow up. But your life is a complete mess and you are going to feel too embarrassed to show it to him. You guys are fated lovers. I’m hearing, red strings (ikyk). Unexpected meeting while you are running errands. You will look like a HOT mess. In your big pj, your person is going to be so turned on just by the sight of you. 

SEX 

I feel like when you are going to have sex, y'all would already be in a relationship. It will be in the daytime. It will not be planned, but at that moment both of you agree mentally that is happening now. You will be ready. Dress in white or pink pastel lingerie. I’m seeing small full perky tits. Bubble butt, you have bangs. Might be a brunette or blond, it can be a wig for my black reader. You are giving very doll vibes. The sex will be the best you ever had. I think he was your first. Since him had been fucking but nothing came close to him. Is not just because of love, the guy knows what he is doing. I feel like he has some sexual trauma. Like he lost his v-card very young to an older woman. And ever since he has been sexualising himself. He only loves being intimate with you. He also  fucked other women but none felt like you. It's like they were only there for his sexual abilities. While when y'all are making love, he feels seen, wanted and loved. Is also going to feel more better than usual because you guys are both open emotionally. You will open up before that encounter , he will answer some like ‘’ You loved me at my worst. Is a honor for me to be there for you and pour into your cup just like you did for me…’’Is going to be sensual, I’m getting DEEP love making. Is going to solidify y’all decision to try again for the long run. I’m getting a future spouse. 

AFTER CARE 

NO MESSAGE 

He has a big dick. Is hard for him to get turned on. But it is like he can’t help it when he is with you. You give the best head and you love giving him head. 

He has a lot of money 

He will fly you out to have this experience. BAECATION ! 

You definitely know how to speak french 

Bonbon a la menthe - Jok'Air