I never understood freaking out about wrinkles until today. i got that idented slanted line developing across my cheek (a laugh line?), its suddenly so prominent and im like wtf this genuinely makes my whole face look different. where did that even come from. a month ago that wasnt there. oh well.
yaoisorrow3000's new song will probably be an elaboration on how he sees himself (in the present) and in turn, how he sees his relationship with Till, like Nowhere, which was more based on Ivan's "emotionally avoidant nature" ie. his passive reaction and nature regarding his life and his own misery, in the way of portraying his life unemotionally and as if it were just fact that he doesn't belong "In a life I don't deserve" "That's just how it is" "I become more numb" etc. Ivan's perception of himself is mainly self-deprecating and passive. And Nowhere was from the perspective of a (younger) Ivan who was perceiving his world before Till was ever really in it. As he's older, he's still living in this warped truth. So, considering the bug imagery, and in the caption - "A bug-like being that will not disappear even after death" , and emphasis on parasitic forms (that I like to think contributes to the look of his unnerving inner dialogue and the way he perceives himself as a person, like bugs are usually scary strange ugly, some people think they're useless, etc.)
I think it relates to how Ivan would reflect on himself and Till's relationship in this song, if that is what it will be about. Much like a bug/parasite that lives and thrives at the expense of others, Ivan thinks that he is a troublesome, hollow existence. Thinks that because he takes and takes any attention Till would give him, whether bad or good, and that he primarily relies on Till's presence to survive, so much so that he couldn't live with the prospect that he'd lose him, he was acting inherently selfish, greedy. Ivan doesn't desire Till because he feels entitled to him; wanting is a selfish privilege he cannot readily afford to consider like others, such a privilege doesn't belong to a person like him. Till is a person in his life that he doesn't mind following in the background or mind being given whatever rations of what Till wants to give him, because this was always the role he was meant to play
Like a parasitic dynamic, Ivan didn't think Till benefited from their relationship, probably didn't even consider if Till saw them as anything, for that matter. (even though it's apparent that was because he misunderstood Till and himself, or what their relationship looked like). Ivan accepts the situation, yet incessantly takes whatever he can (like latching onto Till and passively feeding off of him) while "knowing" Till didn't care about him, while still desiring something more, In this way I also think the song might highlight the way Ivan both wanted to occupy a space in Till's mind, wanted to be important to him yet thought he wasn't and resolutely accepted it because he perceived himself as more of a burden.
He doesn't consider that his existence meant something to Till because he automatically concludes that nobody can understand or truly acknowledge him. Because of the way he attaches to Till and lingers, he sees Till more like a victim, because he acted selfishly, and for what happened in Cure. He must think that, because he thinks he's as insignificant to Till as a mere bug, he's absolving Till of blame and burden by assuming Till just won't care, like he did in his post-mortem comic. It must just be a fact, but he's wrong. Even after death, he occupies a space in Till's mind, and Till doesn't just move on and forget, Ivan still lingers and crawls around Till's mind (well, haunting, yeah)... Ivan's reign of yearning and self-deprecation never ends, I hope the song sounds as convoluted as Nowhere or vkei because its a good ass sound for such a theme..
IF IT (the fabricated nature of the reality you’ve been sucked into/the creeping realization you should be somewhere and someone much worse) SUCKS, HIT DA BRICKS!!
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ hugo hates how you just easily plague his thoughts (esp when you’re blowing him while he’s with his book)
“ma be-belle… f-fuck… just—hahh—like that…”
maybe it wasn’t the hottest thing in the world, to be listening to a play through commentary of arsenal’s most recent game while your boyfriend was on his usual shenanigans of reading an empty book.
it really wasn’t hot, but you just love to see your boyfriend all flustered. the two of you were on his couch in front of the large windows overlooking the city where you were in.
for some reason—as much as you really didn’t want to admit it, it thrilled you to be the cause of such turmoil over your boyfriend. especially considering the fact that you didn’t really get to hang out with vivien during his season.
the sole purpose of even being here was to comfort him during stress, and well… of course, you want do your job.
he’s too uptight sometimes—especially now that arsenal tied with barcha—and to be against a fellow ng11? vivien wanted to up his game. he’d told you that he’d be in the living room listening to a play through commentary podcast thing.
and of course, he had a damn empty book.
you were in barcelona together! sure, maybe he does have a game to settle the tie, but he has time to practice any other day. here you were, all ready for him to take you and he was staring at blank pages, occasionally flipping the pages (this time, he’s using the book you’d gotten him from an artesian shop in morroco… much to your pleasure), but still!
you were next to him, on your knees while you slouched down and sucked his dick.
“chérie… you’re sucking t-too hard…” your boyfriend—whose voice usually lacked such vicarious emotion, was higher pitched; vivien’s lip was even quivering, and you could note his grip on his book shake.
he was enjoying this. that little furrow of his eyebrows told you. the fact that his hand on the curve of your back didn’t let go, did too.
vivien’s state in general was nothing short of absolutely disheveled—and you loved it.
“sure, mon chouchou, but aren’t you focused on your book?” you looked up, stroking his cock with your free hand while making eye contact. you were such a fucking tease, with sarcasm dripping from your words while you looked at him with such lust…
and god, you looked so fucking erotic; your pouty lips were swollen and your eyes were glassy.
your lips were on his tip, tongue swirling around the shaft while your hands—fuck, your cute manicured hands—were holding and jerking him off from the base.
“lemme care for you; you’ve been too stressed recently.”
vivien’s breathing was shallow, his onyx eyes staring you down as if he was practically trying to eat you. you didn’t get to give him the chance to respond though, as you went right back down, sucking his cock and making such pretty sounds of choking around his length.
he gasped, throwing his head back; the grip on your nightgown tightened and he put his book down. his hand that once held the book, now was on your head, gently tugging your hair while your tongue slid against the veins of his cock.
then he let out an amused chuckle mixed with a gasp. “c’mon, princesse… let’s take this somewhere else. i don’t want anyone else to see you like this.” (despite being several floors up in the sky).
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first hugo piece what do we think…? (idk how to feel about this…. i wrote this on 3 hours of sleep in the morning…)
Thinking about a foursome with Tim, Brian and toby I mean... Just saying 😋
Personal word vomit: I JUST WATCHED THE FNAF 2 MOVIE IT WAS SO PEAK GUYS idc what the haters say brah ANYWAY I'm sorry this has been rotting away in my drafts for so long. I kept only writing bits and pieces for this because, let's be real, I have zero clue how a foursome works so this might SUCK ass cheeks😀
CW: nsfw, foursome, fem!reader, p in v sex, implied unprotected sex, maybe rough sex idk, oral sex (m!receiving), handjob, voyeurism, hair pulling, dirty talk/degradation, everything's being recorded lol, porn without plot, not proof read, written by a non-naitive english speaker
Tim, Brian and Toby do everything together. Missions, mission reports, and they even have to bath out punishments together. They may act like they hate each others guts, but they somehow can't hate each other enough to not share sexual partners.
Currently, you're being Eiffeltowered by Brian and Tim Sabrina Carpenter style, not regretting a single thing that brought you in this position. Your right hand's busy jerking Toby off, although the movement has started to falter ever since Tim has started pounding into you from behind like he was trying to get you pregnant. Filthy sounds of you gagging on Brian's cock, your pussy squelching around Tim and Toby's pathetic grunting everytime your thumb brushed over his sensetive tip.
All three men keep mumbling things under their breaths, but let's be real, there's too much going on distracting you from that. Brian's hand found its way to your hair to which he bunched it up to roughly pull your mouth off his dick — You took a deep breath like you haven't been able to in years, tipping your head back to look up at him. To your suprise (Actually, it wasn't really a suprise), he was holding his camcorder in the other hand, smiling down at you as he was looking through the screen.
"Mhm, look how fucked out you look.. Enjoying yourself there?" He asked you, eliciting a small chuckle from Toby. The latter leaned over to his friend, also watching Tim pouncing his cock into your embarrassingly wet pussy through the small screen of the camera like this was some kind of porno to get himself off to. "S—Sure fucking l-l—looks like it."
"And feels like it, too. Takes three guys to get you going, huh?" The rough voice from behind you muttered. You nodded your head ferociously, or at least as much as you could, while the only sounds that leave your mouth are loud moans or strained whines.
"Bet t—that pussy f—feels reaaaal good." Tim's hand reached around to your front, sliding his fingers down to rub your clit — God, the way your walls started to flutter around his dick was almost enough to make him cum on the spot. Toby's words just made the other proxy rolls his eyes, his expression basically telling him to "get in line" if he wanted a go.
Rough hands digged into the flesh of your ass as Tim's thrusts began to become more shallow. The pleasure which twisted and knotted your insides for like the fifth time that night made you feel like you were about to pass out — Toby grabbed you by the chin and stared down at you like you were true art, a muse for his perverted fantasies, and started saying something about how good you looked and how Brian should give his buddy the camera to "get a few shots from behind". Their voices were too tuned out for you to really pay attention to them.
"You sure she's still with us, dude?"
"I—I don't know, m—man.. maybe we s-should—"
Brian yanked you by your hair, pushing your face closer to Toby's pre-cum leaking cock, edging you to wrap your pretty lips around him. "Hey, lovie, I think it's his turn now," The blonde gestured to the man next to him, "give me a good show."
You heard both Brian and Tim chuckle when you did as you were told with basically no hesitation — Toby was definitely the most sensitive of them all. While Tim was probably able to pound into you from behind for a good 30 minutes or so, constantly edging both of you when he felt your pussy flutter around him, Toby seemes like he'd last five minutes max. To test the waters, you licked a generous strip up the underside of his dick, immediately getting his hips to buckle up against your lips.
Toby was also definitely the most soft of them all. He gently guided your head up and down his cock, stars spinning in his view whenever his tip hit the back of your throat and made you gag. "Sounds nice, doesn't it?" Brian mumbled to his friend, teasingly pressing his own tip against the side of your cheek.
With every thrust forward Tim made, your whole body moved with up, the force of his movements kept making you gag around Toby. Holy shit, it felt so good feeling your warm mouth around his cock — He might even go out on a limp and say it felt better than any pussy has gotten before. He loved the way your young always did the same swirly tease around his tip, he loved the way tears started to well up in your eyes which he could wipe away slowly, almost like he was savoring feeling them hit his hot skin, and he loved the way you were relentless with it. You had a clear goal: Making him into a whimpering mess after you're done with him.
Eventually, you lost track of how many times you made each of those three finish or how often you even had time to cum yourself, but nothing beats the euphoric feeling of being sandwiched between three guys that praise and kiss you and whimper whenever they're close. Rough hands tangled up in your hair slowly turned into soft strokes to ease the pain all the tugging has caused you, brusing grips on your ass, thighs, waist all didn't hurt so much anymore when they were kissed away and affectionate words spoken in low, hushed voices (as if none of them wanted the others to hear something nice coming out if their mouth) made sure you didn't feel used.
Could I request akotsk men helping you deal with depression/mental health issues?
In my head, it works with a theme of angst and cuteness at the same time because they love taking care of their wives (I don't know about Aerion).
girl idk about aerion either im just gonna freestyle on his shit
⋆˙⟡ HELPING YOU COPE — akotsk men
⋆˙⟡ summary in which they help you deal with your mental health issues
⋆˙⟡ notes kinda got repetitive towards the end so they might all be very similar.
⋆˙⟡ warnings mentions of depression, anxiety, and also just general unhappiness.
masterlist
AERION
going off the basis this was a marriage of love, he was enamoured with you.
he would only care for you and himself, nobody else mattered to him.
okay now i don't think he would be terrible dealing with his wife's mental anguish (who tf am i kidding yes he would)
he would be persistent in wanting you to talk to him, letting him consume your mind like he had your body and soul.
he would promise you heads, fingers, hands, whatever limb you desired from the soul that wronged you.
but when you assured him it was not something of that sort, it was how your mind treated you.
you didn't expect him to understand, or rather care, let alone do anything to appease you.
but he did what he could. contorted himself out of his selfish manner and catered to you, for what was he without a happy wife?
he would oft order a bath be drawn for you, and caress your limbs as they soaked in the scalding water.
he would sit by the hearth with you, silence wound tightly between you, only the intimacy of a hand cradling yours.
you would never realise it, but he would do mostly anything if it gave you relief.
VALARR
absolute sweetie pie when it comes to anything regarding his wife.
he would distract you more than anything, for most days you couldn't find the words to explain the ache in your chest.
he would take you for walks around the gardens, mostly silent retreats, but the occasional talk of your feelings.
he would hold you as you cried sometimes, letting you use his warmth, his flesh, his soul, as you pleased.
he would be patient more than anything, allowing you your moments alone, watching over you when you bathed or slept, tended to anything you needed aid in.
he might not yet understand your unreasoned pain, how it sat in your chest every day, bones shaking even in the company of fire.
but he wouldn't let you suffer it alone, so long as he was there, you would find comfort in him.
BAELOR
king of observation.
would see it happen before you even realised.
your leg would be bouncing rapidly, your eyes vacant and darting around the room, breathing shallow and uneven.
it wouldn't be long before he took you from the room you resided in, giving you a moments peace.
he would settle his hand in the middle of your sternum, a tactic he learnt calmed you.
a lot of “you’re okay, sweetheart” and “we can stay right here.”
so attentive
would always look out for you, even whilst performing his duties as hand of the king.
MAEKAR
stern but absolutely cares about his wife’s feelings.
maybe it happened after childbirth, you became avoidant of everything and everyone.
no longer enjoying your walks of the castle, or visiting your ladies.
when people would ask of you, he would tell them to fuck off and leave you alone.
more of a silent understanding than a vocal one, until it reached too much for him to bear.
“talk to me, my wife.” he would whisper at your bedside, as you remained against the pillows and sheets.
and when you couldn’t pinpoint it, he just held you. like he did your children when they would cry to him.
he would talk to maester’s in your absence, inquiring of remedies and best practices to help ease your ache.
more of a behind-the-scenes man than coddling you.
DAERON
would 1000% feel guilt.
he would think it was over him, your general low moods and fits of tears most nights.
but when you would collapse into his arms of an evening, it became a purpose.
he would definitely listen to you if you wanted to talk about it, but probably the best person to understand that it can be hard to talk about.
he'd find himself drinking less to be more alert for you.
definitely more like baelor, he would start to notice your panic increasing in particular crowds.
and take you away, abandoning your royal duties together to find solitude.
LYONEL
would use the art of distraction when he saw it best.
dance, sing, drink.
would fight your depression for you, forcing you up for a day's horse ride or a walk around the meadows.
would be supportive in your worst hours, when it hurt to stand up, let alone be a functional human.
relies on his humor to be your pick up.
would hold your head against his chest, his heartbeat enough to settle your shaking bones.
DUNCAN
oblivious king, but the moment you talk to him of your troubles, its all he sees.
you would find comfort in hiding behind dunc's tall frame, and he would lean into that.
shielding you from everything, big hand covering your own when you would pass through a crowd.
asks a ton of questions.
"is this spot okay to sit for a while?"
"do you need some space?"
he is so sweet, even if he wasn't best equipped to support you.
Random request… what if Jack and his wife are vacationing in Oceanside (idk why ) and maybe the Cody’s see them together and it’s like totally mind blown that there are two Popes and one has a hot wife. That’s all i got but i really don’t like love triangles so there wouldn’t be feelings for pope (sorry pope)
t4medicroe asked:
Ooooh! Wait! Piggy backing off my earlier request! Maybe Jack and reader have a boy who is an exact clone of Jack meaning he is a clone of pope! And maybe pope and the Cody’s run into the little boy and are thinking pope had a hidden kid !
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Love this 🫶🏻 love cross overs and the Cody boys are just 🤤🤌🏻
if anyone is interested to know the backstory of Atlas and how jack & reader got together - read timings and time after time - although you don't have to, you can totally understand this without needing the backstory
this fic is mainly dialogue not gonna lie.
word count 2.5k
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“Where the fuck is Pope?” Craig burst into Deran’s bar, out of breath and dripping in sweat.
“Chill bro did you run here?”
He put his hands out as if to say obviously?
“You never run” Deran shrugged asually. “Unless you’re running from someone. Oh for fucks sake is someone coming here?”
“Did you know Pope has a kid?”
Deran frowned. “I mean we always suspected Lena might be his but—“
“No a little boy. Spit image of Pope when he was like — five or some shit like that. Maybe like eight or ten.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Pope has a kid! I’m sure of it!”
Pope burst through the door moments later, also sweating and out of breath “I’ve just seen something and —“
“You have a kid?” Deran asked
“Apparently fucking so!” Pope yelled. “He looks just like me!”
“Damn bro” Deran said, “which girl was it?”
“I didn’t see her” Pope tutted, “we need to go find them.”
Deran interrupted, “I don’t think that’s a good idea…”
“Let’s go!” Craig grabbed a beer and rushed out of the bar.
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“What are they doing?” Atlas pointed at a guy surfing.
“That’s called surfing” Jack said, “they have to stand on a board and ride a wave”
“Cooool! Can I try?”
“Maybe not today buddy,” you said, “let’s just go for a swim instead?”
“Dad are you coming?”
“No kiddo but I’ll be here watching you two.”
Atlas took off running down the beach, but Jack immediately called after him. "Sunscreen!"
He pulled a face before running off into the distance.
“He has your attitude” you said.
Jack snorted. “And he… does the same face that you do.”
“Like this?” You pouted and leaned into him.
“Goddammit get away from me,” Jack whispered, “you’re wearing like the tiniest bikini”
“We’re on a beach holiday Jack, what did you expect I was going to wear?” You said as you walked away.
“Sunscreen!”
You made the same face as Atlas before walking away.
“Mom can I ask them if I can play?” He pointed at the surfers.
“Baby they’re not playing, they’re practicing”
“Pleaseeee!”
“You’re six years old and you want to get on that?”
“Pleasee please”
“Okay, we can ask someone nicely,” you said as you walked along the beach with him, “let’s just wait for them to—“
“Excuse me!” Atlas yelled at a surfer passing by, “hi!”
The guy smiled and waved back.
“Can we play? with that?” Atlas said excitedly, pointing at the surfboard.
You let out a laugh, “sorry about him, he’s never been to the beach before and apparently he likes surfing”
“Hey no worries” the guy said, “what’s your name little guy?”
“I’m Atlas” he put his hand out for a handshake.
You quietly snorted; he could have only picked up this habit from one person.
“I’m Adrian, nice to meet you” he shook Atlas’ hand. “Want me to show you?”
“Yes please!”
You followed Atlas and Adrian into the shallow water, and Adrian helped lift him onto the board. Atlas wobbled at first, and certainly took a tumble or two.
It was heartwarming seeing how much he was enjoying it. And all those swimming lessons certainly paid off.
“Can we come here tomorrow?” Atlas asked, but you weren’t paying attention. Out of the corner of your eye, you thought you saw someone familiar in the distance.
"Mom?"
“Yes buddy… uh let’s talk to dad okay?” You couldn’t stop looking at the guy in the distance. He was staring back at you too. “Thank you, Adrian. It’s very kind of you.”
Adrian glanced over his shoulder, following your line of sight. When he turned back, he was also frowning.
“You’re welcome, might see you tomorrow buddy!”
Atlas waved him goodbye as you two walked back to Jack who was fast asleep in his beach chair.
You stood over him, letting cold water drip on him. As he opened your eyes and was met by your boobs hovering over him. He grabbed your waist and pulled you down onto him. You giggled as he kissed you, the splash of water adding to the fun.
“Ewwww” Atlas said covering his eyes.
“Jack stop!” You said shyly, “everyone’s watching.”
“I can’t show my wife how much I love her?”
“Are you jealous?” You whispered against his lips.
Jack stayed quiet.
“Oh my God you’re jealous!” You squealed. “The guy was definitely gay.”
“How do you know?”
“Because he didn’t look at my boobs not once.”
“I don’t know how to feel about this….”
“I have eyes for one person only, and that person is you” you leaned in and kissed him. But as you pulled back, you saw the same guy you thought you knew, passing by. This time, two other guys were walking next to him.
He looked the spitting image of Jack only younger.
And you didn’t know how to explain the feeling in your chest.
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“Fuck me pope how did you get with her!” Craig smacked his arm.
“I don’t fucking remember her” pope said quietly, “I’d remember her trust me.”
“Did you see her boobs?” Craig said excitedly, “you’d remember them right?”
Pope sat on the barstool and opened a beer. “Yeah you’d think so…”
Deran walked in behind them. “She was talking with Adrian, maybe I can talk to him.”
“And say what?” Pope said. “That I slept with a woman that I don’t remember and I have a child?”
Deran shrugged, “well yeah…”
“Are you fucking stupid!” Pope snapped.
Craig cut in, “maybe I’ll speak with her.”
Both of them yelled at the same time, “no!”
“You’re only gonna try and sleep with her” Pope said, “and I won’t let you”
“You won’t let me…?” Craig teased.
“And imagine you… reproduce. That’s just fucked up.”
“Reproduce? That’s a big word for you Pope.”
Pope pushed off the chair and went for Craig.
“Boys!” Deran interrupted, "we have a guest".
You walked in.
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“Dad” Atlas said sitting next to Jack in bed, “can you surf?”
“No I can’t” Jack said quietly.
“Is it because of your leg?”
The question didn’t take Jack by surprise. Atlas was incredibly bright for his age, and he indeed asked Jack a lot of questions. “No buddy, it’s because I’ve never done it before.”
“I saw someone at the beach today who looked like you. He was on a surfboard too”
“Oh yeah? Was he handsome?” Jack joked.
Atlas shrugged. “He was looking at mom”
“Huh” Jack nodded slowly. “Right buddy go to sleep. We’ll be downstairs. Love you.”
“Love you too. Good night!” Atlas said cheerfully.
“Don’t let the bed bugs bite” Jack gave him a kiss before walking back downstairs.
You were in the kitchen of your rented villa making a snack plate for you and Jack.
“Jesus Christ,” Jack said as he walked in, “you caught the sun. Fuck me”
You smirked as you took a bite of your food. “Do you like the tan?”
Jack wrapped his arms around you. “I love the tan. Do you have tan lines?”
“In places not everyone can see”
Jack whimpered in your ear. “I will try and be good but I can’t promise I can last.”
You laughed at him and shook your head.
“Atlas said someone was checking you out at the beach today.” Jack whispered in your ear, “and I want to know who it was so I can chop their dick off.”
“Okay cowboy” you teased, “you have a hot wife of course people are gonna check her out.”
“I don’t like it though” Jack said softly as he kissed your sun-kissed shoulder.
“Maybe next time choose Banff as a holiday destination? That way I’ll be covered in snow and multiple layers.”
“Dammit” Jack teased. “Is it too late to leave?”
“You have one more day of this, you can last”
“One more day…” he kissed your neck, “of you in a small bikini… sounds like heaven.”
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“Hi” you said as you walked into the bar. “I uh… was told I can find Adrian here?”
Your heart hammered as you looked at the men, eyes landing on a guy dressed in black. The same guy at the beach who looked like Jack. The resemblance was uncanny — except this guy was younger.
You thought you imagined it. You thought you had heat stroke when you saw him in the distance.
But no. It was Jack's doppelgänger staring back at you.
The men all had a confused look on their faces, matching your exact emotions.
“He’s not here” the blonde guy said, “I can take a message?”
You felt their eyes on you and couldn’t help but blush. “It’s okay, never mind. Just tell him Atlas’ mum said thank you.”
“Who’s Atlas?” The guy dressed in black asked you.
“My kid,” you said quietly, immediately regretting saying it. “He made friends with Adrian today.”
“How old is he?” The same guy spoke again.
The blonde guy smacked his arm.
“I best go,” you said, walking backwards to the door, feeling the awkwardness of this interaction, “see you later.”
You rushed out of the door, thoughts rushing in your head on why the spitting image of Jack’s was sitting in a bar. And why does Atlas look exactly like him.
You walked back to the beach, grabbing some snacks and drinks on the way back.
Jack and Atlas were sitting in the sand building a castle.
You didn’t say a word to Jack about the interaction.
You couldn’t exactly explain why there were two of him — and why the guy was the opposite of Jack yet somehow had the same look in his eyes.
And why you just met a younger version, same age as you, possibly, of the man you loved and you felt things.
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“Oh my fuck!” Craig smacked his hands on the bar, “how the fuck did you get with her!”
Pope stayed quiet; he in fact had no clue if he knew you or not. His memory was questionable a few years ago.
“Pope say something” Deran said.
“Say what!” He spat, “she didn’t recognise me.”
“She did! did you not see the look in her eyes?”
Pope saw that exact look — the look of I know you from somewhere.
“Let’s just… find Adrian. Okay?” Deran said. “Maybe he can speak with her tomorrow.”
“Or we can go up to her and ask her!” Craig said smiling.
“No!” They both said.
“Let’s speak with Adrian” Pope said quietly.
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“Jack stop!” You whispered to Jack who was getting under the cover, “the door has no lock!”
“I’ll be quick” he smirked before disappearing.
“We can’t do—“ he quickly shut you up as his tongue touched your clit. You slapped one hand over your mouth, silencing yourself. Six years of trying to master staying quiet, but six years of Jack doing everything in his power to not keep you quiet.
He stuck to his words, he was quick. And efficient.
“Maybe next holiday we leave Atlas with Dana?” He muttered as he trailed kisses all over your body until he reached your lips.
“You’re abandoning our child so you can make me scream?” You tilted your head playfully.
He pretended to be offended but that quickly turned into a smirk. “Maybe one night... he’ll be fine!”
You smacked his arm, “absolutely not.”
He leaned in and kissed your neck, sucking slowly while one hand touched your breast.
“Okay maybe one night” you whimpered.
“That’s my girl” he smirked.
“Morning!” Atlas yelled excitedly as he opened the door.
And luckily for the two of you, you were decent.
He jumped up on bed and lay between the two of you, “Are we going surfing today?”
“You surf now?” you asked softly, raising an eyebrow.
“I want to see my friend!” he said eagerly.
“Yes it’ll be nice to go to the beach today” Jack said, “but you can’t speak to strangers when me or mom are not there.”
Atlas started bouncing on the bed with excitement, yelling, “I’m going surfing!”
Soon, you were packing up the rented car and heading for the beach. Atlas of course didn’t wait for anyone as he ran off in the distance looking at all the surfers.
“Are you sure you don’t mind just sitting here watching us swim?”
Jack smiled keeping one eye on Atlas, “I’m sure.”
“What if…. Someone flirts with me?”
Jacks jaw tightened. “Do not put that idea in my head.”
You grabbed your beach chairs and headed down, finding a nice spot where you can watch Atlas. You took off your dress, dropping it in the sand.
Jack walked over and without asking, picked you up, putting both hands on your ass. “Now everyone knows you’re mine.”
You arched your back then leaned into him, then said teasingly “you could make it more obvious?”
Jack’s voice dropped low and rough, “trust me, I will.”
You giggled as he put you back down, and you ran off in the distance, following Atlas. Jack was holding the sunscreen bottle and mouthing what the fuck?
Atlas dove into the waves with reckless joy, completely unafraid. You couldn’t help but smile because there was no mistaking where he got that from.
—
“She’s back” Deran nudged Craig pointing at you in the water with Atlas.
“Shit” Craig said, “She’s so fucking hot.”
“Where the hell is Pope?”
“Over… there” Craig said slowly, “smart fucking move.”
Pope was walking down the beach with Lena in one hand, surf board in another.
“I don’t know why I need to learn how to surf…” Lena said quietly.
“Because Lena, it’s important you learn all skills.” Pope said. “You see that little kid over there? He’s also learning how to surf.”
“Okay….”
“Smart move” Craig said.
Pope shot back, “don’t act too surprised?”
“Right, Adrian's heading over there now.” Deran said, “Pope, your move”
—
“Adrian!” Atlas yelled.
“Hey buddy” he waved back ass he approached you and Atlas, “Hey, how is it going?”
“It’s good to see you again.”
“Yeah, you two. Are you having another go on the board?”
Atlas looked at you. “If it’s not too much trouble? He's been talking about it nonstop”
“Can we join you?” A voice said from behind you.
You turned around, and Jack’s lookalike was standing there, with a young girl next to him. You instantly felt your throat dry up and your stomach twist as you looked at Adrian, then back at the man.
“I’m Andrew.” He put his hand out to shake yours. "This is Lena."
You managed a nod and shook his hand — too stunned to say anything.
It was unbelievably weird to think it, but even his touch felt the same as Jack’s. Except his body was covered in a lot more scars.
Atlas frowned at the man, but he quickly walked up to the girl and started speaking with her.
You stood awkwardly next to Andrew and couldn’t even attempt to start a conversation. And whenever you glanced over at him, he was staring. He didn't even blink.
“Do I know you from somewhere?” he asked, finally breaking the silence.
Even his voice was the same as Jack’s, and it sent a shiver down your spine.
“I don’t think so…” you said softly. “Do I look familiar?”
“I just thought maybe we might have met.”
“I don’t believe we have.” you said. “How old is your daughter?”
“Seven. Yours?”
“Six”
“Where were you six years ago?” Andrew asked.
“Uh…” The question took you by surprise and the conversation was weirding you out. “Not… here.”
“You’ve never been here before?”
“To Oceanside? Never.”
Andrew nodded.
Atlas tumbled off the board and took a bad fall into the water, and you immediately swam up to him.
“It’s okay,” you said softly, pulling him into your arms and carrying him out of the water. “You didn’t get hurt, alright? You just fell.”
"Is he alright?" Adrian said.
"All good, don't worry" you smiled.
“Atlas!” Lena called, “are you leaving?”
“Sorry, sweetheart, I think we’re going to take a break,” you replied gently.
She nodded quietly. “Okay.”
Andrew stepped forward then, a little awkwardly. “Maybe… we could arrange a playdate?”
Your lips parted, and you hesitantly said, "Actually, we leave tomorrow. We don’t live anywhere near here.”
Lena walked up to Atlas and gave him a small hug before stepping back.
“See you… later,” you said softly before walking away.
You looked over your shoulder at Andrew, and for a brief moment, you saw Jack and only Jack.
You felt butterflies in your chest as you smiled at him. He gave you a small wave goodbye.
“I hate surfing, and I never want to come here again,” Atlas muttered under his breath, sniffing back tears.
You took one last look at Andrew in the distance, feeling a confusing mix of emotions.
Hii I was wondering if you could please write a one shot about Daryl x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s daughter) I was thinking younger Daryl, they gotta keep their relationship secret (Rick thinks his sweet angel is too pure for redneck Daryl). It could be fluff, smut, or both!
Daryl Dixon x Reader
|| smut MDNI 18+, semi public sex, pinv, secret relationship, rick'sdaughter!reader, farm!daryl, idk im sure there's more tags but im tired. this is a fantasy world where creampies don't equal babies ||
a/n: anon requested this awhile back and just reminded me of it during my prompt giveaway! I'm sorry this took so long my love!
The wood panels at your back groan again as Daryl drives into you, the tempo of his thrusts like sweet euphoria, each one sending little shocks of pleasure rippling through your spine.
“Fuck—” he grunts into the side of your neck, “If your—” he slams up again, his hands firm under your ass, holding you off the ground with your legs tight around his waist, “If your dad catches us—”
“He won’t,” you breathe, whimpering as his grip tightens. “Just… please, Daryl. Don’t fucking stop.”
“Been waitin’ for this,” he mutters, kissing down your throat, lips dragging over flushed skin. “For so long.”
“I know, baby,” you moan, fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at the short strands at his nape. “You feel so good. So, so good—”
He groans as he sinks into you, your walls fluttering around him, stretched wide by his cock. He's so thick, so deep, and hitting places you didn’t know could ache like this. Your whole body clenches around him when he hikes one leg higher, angling deeper, and the moan that leaves your mouth is ragged, sharp, completely involuntary.
And then—
“Y/N?”
You both freeze.
Rick Grimes. Your dad, your ever present, over-bearing father. His voice is unmistakable drifting from the front of the house.
Your breath catches, eyes going wide. Daryl’s head jerks up like a deer caught in headlights. His body stills inside you, every muscle tense and almost trembling.
The voice sounds far enough away—he’s gotta be in the house, maybe the porch. He hasn’t come around back yet. You’re hidden, mostly. Behind the trees, behind the house. You doubt he'd even see you, hidden behind Daryl's body. At least at first glance. Hopefully.
Daryl starts to pull out, but you catch his face, hands sliding from his sweaty neck to cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you.
“It’s okay,” you whisper. Your lips press into his, warm and open and desperate. He exhales into your mouth, trying to stay quiet as he kisses you back, swallowing the sound of both your sighs.
You pull away just enough to murmur, “Please. Keep—”
“Y/N?” Rick calls again, closer this time.
“Shh,” you whisper, darting a quick glance over Daryl’s shoulder toward the oak trees. “Sh sh sh—just listen—”
Daryl’s jaw clenches, his brow furrowed. “We should stop. Now.”
“Please, Dare,” you whimper, hips rocking gently against him. Your voice is quiet, pleading. “He’s far away. Please, please just fuck me. I need it. I need you.”
His eyes find yours, and suddenly, his mouth crashes into yours again, tongue sweeping in as he starts to move. Slow and shallow at first, he's trying to stay quiet even though every part of him is shaking. The quiet thump of his hips against yours, the creak of the siding, the faint wet sound of him sliding in and out—it’s all too loud in the open Georgia afternoon.
“Christ,” he breathes against your mouth, “You’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me.”
He groans, forehead pressed to yours as he fucks you deeper now, picking up speed. Every thrust drives a breath from your lungs, your legs tightening around his hips. You’re so close—so fucking close—and the fact that your dad is somewhere nearby, calling your name, just makes it worse. Better. Hotter.
“Dare, I-I'm so close—” you whisper, your voice cracking. “Please, Daryl—I’m gonna—”
“Yeah,” he pants, breath warm against your cheek, “Yeah, I got you, sweet girl. Come on my cock. Feels so good, don't it? Fillin' you up? Splittin' you open, huh?”
He shifts, angling just right as his filthy words tumble into your ear, hitting that spot that makes your whole body jolt. Your head slams lightly against the siding, eyes rolling back as heat coils low and tight in your belly. Your thighs tremble around his waist.
Daryl groans low in his throat, the sound strained and messy. “So fuckin’ tight, girl, holy shit—don’t stop squeezin’ me like that—”
You bring your head up to bite his shoulder just to keep from crying out, your orgasm hitting hard and fast, your body pulsing around him as you fall apart in his arms. He holds you tighter, fucking you through it, chasing his own end now, his rhythm going sloppy.
“Fuck,” he gasps, his head falling against your chest, “Fuck—fuck, I’m gonna—”
You clutch at him, nails scraping down his back, pulling him as deep as he’ll go. “Do it,” you whisper, still breathless, still pulsing around him. “Come inside me, Daryl, come on—”
He groans into your neck, loud and broken, and you feel the twitch and heat of him spilling inside you as his hips stutter, buried deep. He holds you there, both of you trembling, breathless and flushed and wrecked in the golden light.
Your limbs go loose around him, boneless with satisfaction, and you laugh softly into his shoulder.
Daryl’s still holding you up, still inside you, his face buried against your collarbone. When he lifts his head, there’s a dazed kind of awe in his eyes. He smiles—soft and real, like he can’t believe he actually got to have you.
You giggle, light and breathy. “Told you he wouldn’t—”
The words die in your throat.
The sound of boots crunching in dry grass cuts through the quiet. You hear the swish of tall grass, the steady tread of someone rounding the side of the house.
Both of you freeze—tangled, sweaty, completely exposed.
And then Rick Grimes steps into the sunlight.
You, pinned against the back of the farmhouse, skirt bunched around your hips, legs locked around Daryl’s waist. Daryl’s pants are half-down, his hand still gripping your ass, his cock still buried inside you. Sweat clings to both of you, and your mouth is open, chest rising and falling.
