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The Daughter Pope Cody Gave Away: AU Head Cannons

Note: What if Pope was heavily manipulated by Smurf into giving his daughter away to Julia? WARNINGS: angst, fluff, OD's

Context for head cannons: Pope, desperate to be loved, was manipulated into a relationship with a drug addict who became pregnant. Hoping to give his child a better life, he ignored the warning signs until Smurf convinced him he would only ruin the child. Believing it was an act of love, Pope gave the baby to Julia to raise as her own. Growing up, you believed Julia was your mother, and J was your older brother, while Pope stayed away out of guilt and shame. Now fifteen and a freshman, you and your brother move into Smurf's house after your mom OD'd.

╰┈➤ He'd have absolutely no idea how to start a conversation with you. Instead of asking how school was, he'd ask oddly specific questions because he'd been quietly paying attention. "You got a history test tomorrow." Or, "You switched backpacks." You'd probably stare at him, wondering how he even knew that. The truth is, he'd noticed weeks ago.

╰┈➤He'd become silently protective in a way that borders on obsessive. If you're fifteen minutes late getting home from school, he's already looking out the window every few minutes. He wouldn't tell anyone he's worried, but everyone else in the house would notice him pacing.

╰┈➤Whenever Smurf criticizes you for "having an attitude," Pope wouldn't defend you out loud. He knows confronting Smurf directly rarely ends well. Instead, he'd subtly redirect the conversation or find reasons to get you out of the room before Smurf could keep going. It's one of the few ways he knows how to protect someone without making things worse.

╰┈➤Watching you swim would become strangely comforting to him. He wouldn't sit close to the pool or make conversation. He'd just watch from a distance while pretending to be occupied with something else. Seeing you underwater, calm, quiet, completely in your own world, would be one of the only times he ever saw you look genuinely peaceful.

╰┈➤He'd secretly keep track of your schedule. Not because he wants to control you, but because knowing where you should be calms him. He'd memorize what time school lets out, when swim practice ends if you'd ever join a team, which friend you usually study with, and how long it takes to walk home.

╰┈➤Pope isn't very self-aware about his own appearance. He doesn't spend time looking in mirrors or thinking about what he looks like. So when he notices his features in someone else, especially his daughter, it would hit him much harder than it would most people.

The freckles would probably be the first thing he notices. They're such an ordinary feature, but to Pope they'd feel strangely intimate. He'd remember being a kid with freckles himself and wonder if she hated them the way he sometimes did growing up. One afternoon, if you'd come inside after being in the sun and your freckles stood out more than usual, he'd catch himself staring before quietly looking away when you noticed.

Your green eyes would unsettle him the most. Every now and then you'd glance at him with the exact same tired, guarded expression he wears without realizing it. Those moments would make him feel like he was looking at a fifteen-year-old version of himself.

The resting angry face would almost make him laugh. If Pope laughed more often. He'd notice that strangers automatically assume you're irritated, even when you're perfectly calm, because that's exactly what happens to him. He'd understand without anyone having to explain it. If Craig joked, "Why's the kid always look pissed off?" Pope would answer before he even thought about it. "She's not."

╰┈➤ Pope learning that you hate your "deadbeat" father without knowing he's standing right there would become one of the deepest wounds he carries. Every insult you throw at the man who abandoned you would land exactly where you never intended. He'd never argue with you about it because, from your perspective, you're right. If you ever unknowingly complained about inheriting "some random deadbeat's stupid angry face," Pope would instinctively look away. He'd almost feel ashamed for giving her features you dislike.

╰┈➤ Despite Pope's early suspicion about J, he would be subconsciously grateful to J for taking care of you. Over time, Pope would stop seeing Joshua as the boy who took his place and start seeing him as the person who gave his daughter the closest thing she had to a stable life. In Pope's mind, that isn't something to compete with. It's something to be thankful for, because despite every mistake Pope made, his daughter never had to grow up completely alone.

The first thing he'd notice is how naturally they exist around each other. They don't have to ask permission to borrow each other's things. They interrupt each other without anyone getting offended. They know each other's routines without thinking about it. To everyone else, it's just siblings being siblings. To Pope, it's proof that they built an entire life together while he was absent.

The hardest moments would be the quiet ones. Like when you're both watching television, and you unconsciously lean against Joshua's shoulder without even realizing you're doing it. Joshua doesn't react because it's normal for them. Pope watches from across the room, pretending to pay attention to the TV while thinking about all the nights his daughter fell asleep against someone else's shoulder instead of his.

He'd slowly realize Joshua knows the reader better than anyone else in the house. Joshua can tell you're upset before you say anything. He knows when you're lying. He knows which foods you'll actually eat after a bad day. Pope would quietly memorize those things too, almost like he's taking mental notes from the person who raised his daughter in his place.

╰┈➤The truth wouldn't come out because Pope finally found the courage to tell you. It would come out because secrets in the Cody family never stay buried forever. Someone would say the wrong thing, an old photograph would surface, or Smurf would weaponize the truth during an argument. Pope would've wanted to tell you himself eventually, but "eventually" would've kept turning into tomorrow, then next week, then next month, because every time he looked at you, he'd convince himself you'd hate him even more if she knew.

You'd begin to realize that the man standing in front of her wasn't the monster she'd imagined your father to be. He was something far more sad. A broken man who loved his daughter enough to spend fifteen years missing her, but not enough to overcome the fear and manipulation that convinced him she was better off without him. And Pope, for the first time since she was an infant, would stop trying to convince himself she was better off without him. He'd finally accept the painful truth he'd been avoiding for years: the greatest mistake of his life wasn't that he loved his daughter; it was that he let someone else decide he wasn't allowed to be her father.

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Pent-Up Frustration.

PARAING: Sevika x fem reader WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI dark themes, non-con elements, no plot, hardcore/rough!, overstimulation, choking, breath play, fingering, pre-relationship, dom/sub dynamics, shameless smut. WC: 1,533 SUMMARY: After a long, frustrating day, Sevika comes home seething with rage. Her mind is still tangled in the web of Silco’s demands and Jinx’s unpredictable chaos; she finds comfort in the one person who keeps her grounded, but tonight, she’s not looking for comfort.

Boots echoed down the narrow hallway, each step sharp and controlled. She’d managed to keep her anger in check until now, but she felt the heat rising as she entered her run-down apartment, ready to release it all. You looked up from the couch as she closed the door, catching the glint in Sevika’s eye that meant trouble

"Rough day?" you asked, cautiously.

Sevika’s only response was a low growl as she shrugged off her dirty poncho, her metal fingers flexing and clenching like she was ready to punch a hole through the wall. Her eyes fixed on you, and you could practically feel the weight of her pent-up frustration.

“Come here,” she demanded, her voice low and commanding.

Your heart skipped as you obeyed, stepping closer until the heat radiating off her surrounded you. She grabbed you by the waist pulling you in closer, her hands firm, and her grip like iron. Sevika looked you in the eyes for unspoken consent, you slightly nodded and that was all she needed, Sevika’s lips crashed into yours, desperate and persistent. Her intensity consumed you, leaving no room for hesitation as she pulled you into her orbit, a force of nature you couldn’t resist.

She separated from you as a string of desperate saliva connected the lust between the both of you. “Fuck, I need you” Sevika muttered, her voice thick with hunger and frustration.

“Then take me,” you said breathlessly without breaking eye contact, Sevika responded with a soft chuckle and a grin that exposed the gap in between her teeth. She wasted no time lifting you and carrying you to the bedroom, she tossed you onto the bed. “Strip” she murmured taking her eyes off you. You did as Sevika asked quickly glancing over as you watched her strip and secure a strap-on to herself.

You were no stranger to her cock, she was always rough with it. She got off on watching you struggle to keep your eyes open, whimpering and crying as she pushed you to your limits and you knew this would be no different from the other nights.

Sevika climbed on top of you, her metal hand tracing your jawline down to your throat, a gentle touch that belied the intensity in her gaze. "Look at me," she ordered, and you met her eyes, your heart pounding in anticipation.

She reached between your legs, her fingers teasing your clit and entrance at first, then slipping them in with a swiftness that left you gasping. Her touch wasn't gentle, but it was exactly what you needed and craved. Sevika knew how to push your buttons, how to make you want more, even when you thought you couldn't handle it.

"Please," you whispered, writhing under her touch, and Sevika let out a satisfied growl.

"Patience," she murmured, though she didn't sound patient at all. Her fingers curled inside you, hitting the spot that made you buck off the bed. You cried out, your hands fisting in the sheets as she worked you over, her touch relentless.

Finally, you felt her shift, her weight settling between your thighs. The head of her cock pressed against you, and you took a deep breath, bracing yourself. Sevika pushed in with one swift motion, filling you.

You gasped, your body stretching to accommodate her. It was a familiar pain, one you knew would give way to pleasure soon enough. Sevika gave you a moment, her hands gripping your hips as she let you adjust. Then she was moving, her thrusts hard and demanding. You cried out, your hands flying to her arms as she pounded into you.

"Sev," you gasped, your voice barely recognizable. Your hands found their way to her hips, pulling her in deeper, urging her on. She let out a strangled groan, her pace picking up. Her fingers found your clit, pinching and rolling in time with her thrusts the touch sent you spiraling, and you closed your eyes tight as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave.

You rested your arms over your face momentarily, lying there as you caught your breath. But something felt off—Sevika was still inside you, and you could hear her breathing grow more impatient. Moving your arms from where they rested on your face, you opened your eyes, still breathless, to meet her gaze. She was looking down at you, her expression a mix of anger and raw desire.

"Greedy, are we?" she growled, grabbing your hips and pulling you deeper onto her cock. Your body jolted, a confused moan escaping your lips. Before you could utter a word, her metal hand darted to your throat, restricting your breathing.

"I haven't had my fun yet, baby," she murmured, her other hand caressing your face in a mocking, condescending manner.

"Stop, Sevika," you struggled to say as her metal grip tightened. This wasn’t like her. Sure, she would often push you past your limits, but this time felt… different. She was genuinely angry, and as that realization sank in, fear took hold. You didn’t know if anything could stop her now. How far was she willing to go to get what she wanted?

Sevika started thrusting again this time harder and faster, your hands gripping anything they could reach. Letting out disfigured moans as Sevika's grip softened and tightened over again. Sevika let out occasional grunts as her breathing became more desperate.

Sevika's grip on your throat tightened further, her metal fingers digging into your skin. You tried to push her hand away, but she was too strong. Panic set in as your oxygen supply dwindled, but before you could truly process the fear, Sevika's other hand found your clit again. Her touch was relentless, rolling the sensitive flesh until stars danced in your vision.

"Sevika, please," you managed to gasp out, but your words were lost in the cacophony of your ragged breathing. She didn't seem to hear you, or if she did, she chose to ignore your pleas. Her thrusts grew harder, more erratic, and you could feel her cock hitting deeper inside you with each pass.

Your body was a riot of sensations, pain, and pleasure mingling until you couldn't tell one from the other. Sevika's grip on your throat eased slightly, and you dragged in a desperate breath, but before you could even process the relief, her hand tightened again. You felt lightheaded, your vision blurring at the edges.

Sevika's fingers never stopped moving, her touch a constant barrage on your clit. You could feel another orgasm building, your body tightening in anticipation. "Sevika, I...I can't," you managed to gasp out, but she just laughed, the sound low and husky.

"You can," she murmured, her fingers massaging your clit harder.

And with that, your body betrayed you, another orgasm ripping through you like a tidal wave. You screamed, your hands clawing at Sevika’s forearm as pleasure washed over you. Sevika let out a satisfied growl, her thrusts growing harder, more erratic. You could see her getting closer.

But even as you rode out the waves of your orgasm, Sevika didn't let up. Her fingers found your clit again, her touch relentless. You were too sensitive, too raw, but she didn't seem to care. She just kept pushing, kept demanding more from your exhausted body.

Sevika suddenly shifted, pulling out of you and releasing her grip on your throat. But as your body grew limp from exhaustion and you were about to pass out Sevika pulled you up and flipped you onto your stomach and lifted your ass in the air. Her hands gripped your hips as your face lay buried in the sheets, she pulled you back onto her cock, you grunted as she entered you again, deeper than before.

Sevika tugged your hair pulling you upright and stuck her fingers in your mouth before finding your clit once more, and despite your best and last attempts at verbally protesting, she ignored you and your body continued to respond eagerly to her touch.

"One more," she murmured, her voice a growl in your ear. She let out a strangled groan, her thrusts grew faster, more frenzied, and you could feel her tension building. Her breath came in sharp pants, her grunts growing louder with each passing moment. You were trapped in a whirlwind of pleasure and pain, your body stretched to its limits as Sevika used you for her release.

You couldn't hold back, your body yielding to yet another intense orgasm that left you breathless and trembling. With a final thrust, Sevika groaned, her release following yours. You could hear Sevika panting heavily as she pulled out and let your body drop on the bed.

Sevika sat on the edge of the bed, unstrapping the harness and setting it aside. She ran her fingers through her hair before glancing back at you. You were slumped on your side, barely able to keep your eyes open. With a tender touch, she brushed the hair from your face and gently caressed your chin. Then, without a word, she stood and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you panting and dazed on the bed. Finally, exhaustion overtook you, and you drifted to sleep.