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i love you (always forever) pt.1

Daryl Dixon x sister!OFC

Summary: In the winter of ‘95 Daddy died. Leaving Lady to finish up her senior year in high school, and Daryl to brood over when to sell the house. The summer of ‘96 is the first time Lady feels alive. Daryl wants to give her one last summer before she has to grow up for real.

He gave her anything she asked for that summer.

Setting: Doublewide on some lone property in the middle of the woods, Georgia. Summer 1996

Warnings: INCEST (like it's the whole thing), virgin!oc, drug use (a joint), underage drinking, TENSION, poorly written SMUT, masturbation (f), lite!somno, oral (m receiving), some leering (??); most of the smut will be in part two.

Word Count: 6.1k

A/n: INCEST I'll say it again. if it's not your thing, or can’t ever be your thing, DON’T READ IT.

I didn't write it. I simply lived it in my head and documented (I wrote it but it felt like I didn't have a choice).

Lady, Daryl calls her Lay, Bug

She calls him Bub, Bubba

// part 2 //

MDNI 18+

Wind chimes. Soft like the breeze. The heat of the Georgia in June. Daddy died this past winter, and Lady’d never had a summer feel so much like a hug. Finally able to really breathe again. Like a little kid. Magic around every corner. She swore sometimes, when she looked out the window in the dead of night, that she could see the faeries dancing out back in the woods. For a few years they'd gone, but this year they were back again.

Just her and Daryl (and the deer, and the squirrels, and the mice, and obviously the mosquitos, and sometimes the faeries); Like it shoulda always been. Like it always kinda was. After Merle left and all. Got older, moved out. Daryl stayed, though. Past his 18th birthday, and a few more after that. Didn’t wanna leave Lady all by herself with their old man. Couldn’t.

Now he couldn’t really leave her alone in the house, even though she’d turned 18 last fall. Doesn’t even cross his mind.

Lady’s finally done with school for good unless she decides she wants to go to college. First one in the whole damn family and no one but Daryl was there to see it. Daryl quit his job as soon as Daddy died. Even if Daddy didn't have a few dollars in his bank account he didn’t know about, Lady figures he would have anyway.

Daryl thought about selling the house but… not yet.

He knew he was putting a pause on his life for this summer with Lady, but his whole life had been on pause til now anyway. Knows that when it’s over, it’s all over. Her whole childhood, their whole upbringing. Their dad dyin’ was just the bow ontop to seal the deal. They’d both think of it as the end. For the rest of her life, Lay’ll know this is when she had to grow up for real. So Daryl wouldn’t sell the house until Lady had her last summer as a kid with nothin’ to worry about.

The heat was starting to get unbearable.

“Lay!” Daryl yells, standing above a bed she'd made up in the living room. Dad had always kept the one lone air conditioner in his room, in front of the tv, in front of the recliner, in front of the bed. Lady had the idea to hang sheets on the doors to the living room and make a bed on the floor big enough for both of them to sleep in. She forgot the pillows, though, and now she was nowhere to be found.

Daryl put down the tools he’d been using to fix the a/c to the window, pushing past the pink floral sheet between the living room and the hall toward the bedrooms, “Lay!” He quickly paces the double wide but she’s no where.

Left a towel on her bed though, so Daryl’s got a good guess where she went. Swimmin’.

It’s about a half miles walk, so it’s pretty far to just up and leave like that without saying anything, but Lady did it all the time. Like the creek was her own personal bathtub. Daryl’s not annoyed, not really. But he walks the half mile like he is anyway. Why couldn’t she just let him know? Because then he wouldn’t have to make sure this is where she went. And he wouldn’t have to bring her the towel she forgot.

Daryl walks down and sure enough Lady’s shoulder deep in the muddy creek water, her clothes and shoes all bundled up on the dirt a few feet in front of him. She’s faced away, and at first doesn’t hear him come up.

Lady tried to sneak away without being noticed to have a private moment. Like momma taught her. You’re allowed to touch yourself like that, but you can’t do it around other people. Momma said as long as you can be in private, it’s alright.

Lady didn’t mean to forget her towel, but she almost assumed Daryl would find her anyway. She’d been fast though, always was. Was easy with the hormones. 18 and learning all new kinds of feelings. Merle always called her a late bloomer. Not being interested in boys until recently. She thought about the boys at school, and their plush lips on the soft skin of her shoulder, the protection in their arm wrapped around her waist, the butterfly light kiss of their eyelashes on her stomach.

It didn’t take much for Lady to feel somethin’. Not in this heat, not with the breeze of freedom prickling every inch of her skin.

Daryl can’t tell what she’s doing. All he sees is her shoulders barely moving in the lake, her head above the water and facing away from him. “Lay!”

Daryl’s voice cascades through the air a few seconds after Lady, with a barely there mew, has her orgasm. Lady’s kisses with pleasure are soft, new, wanting. Like a light peck instead of a deep kiss. A soft mist instead of a thunderstorm. Lady only knew sweetness, even in her private moments.

She’s beaming from ear to ear as she turns around to face him, making sure to keep her body covered by the water, “Bubba, what? I’m just swimmin’.” She already knew he was ready to be annoyed with her by his tone.

“Yeah, uh-huh,” he nods, and smirks. Despite being annoyed he’s casual, “Thinkin’ maybe ya forgot som’n?” He throws the towel down ontop of her clothes and goes to stand behind a tree while she gets out of the water.

Lady was always doing this. And Daryl was always following her with whatever thing she’d forgotten, or didn’t know she was gonna need. Daryl was always there.

Full name Lady-Rae Cheryl Dixon. See momma wanted the name to rhyme with the boys but always said if she had a girl she was gonna name her Lady. Really liked that movie when she was a kid, didn’t matter it wasn’t a girls name. Didn’t matter to her what anyone thought. She thought it was sweet. And Lady was sweet. Could get away with probably anything if she wanted to, but she never even tried. Besides running around the woods naked, she didn’t find herself in much trouble. Sweet as honey.

Daryl wasn’t sure how that was gonna work out in the real world. If she would get eaten up, or if she’d outshine everyone around her. He didn’t like to think about it. She didn’t belong out there. Not yet. Right now she’s naked in the woods, covering herself up just to be polite; right where she’s meant to be. Who she’s supposed to be.

They make the walk back, Lady’s teeth chattering but she never complains. Barefoot like she grew the forest herself. She knew every inch. Daryl shuffled behind her, knowing the trail just as well, but letting her be the force she was. Skipping and stopping and stepping on her favorite parts as she went. He watched.

Her towel small, and frayed on the ends. See through in spots. He tries to look away. He knows he should. But he can’t manage to stop himself. the way her tiny ass bounced as she walked, it was too lewd for him to avert his eyes. Like maybe if it wasn’t jiggling so much he’d have been able to stare at his feet or off into the woods, or at her bare shoulder or something, anything, else.

But it was, just… her tight skin moving the fat of her ass back into place over and over, snapping against the sheer fabric of the towel, moving that too. Daryl keeps himself from leaning back to see more, to peak through and see the light between her legs. Wouldn’t do that. He’s not trying to sexualize her. What her ass is doing is right there in front of him? He tells himself it’s not his fault he’s looking. He’s seen her naked anyway, it’s not even a big deal.

Getting caught up in shit that doesn’t matter, that’s what Daryl was good at. Getting stuck up in his own head and hung up on looking just barely a little too long at his sister. Merle would say it was no big deal, Daryl just needed to relax. He was making it weird by thinkin’ about it.

He manages to look away, and to forget all about it.

💕

Lady always assumes Daryls looking. Why wouldn't he look? Didn't mean nothin’. Boys always looked, wasn't a big deal unless they made it one. Unless someone made private thoughts public, with a purpose. Who cares who's lookin’? Lady doesn't. Never did. Why would she? How could she?

With Daryl for a brother, Lady never even got the chance to know what a bad touch might be. Never even heard of it. Maybe that's why she was such a late bloomer. Never even knew what she had down there until last summer when she met a boy who had a truck and talked like her brothers and he touched her through her pants and she ignited.

Never saw the guy again.

Never wanted to. Never needed to. She was alive and on fire and everything around her burned brighter for it.

She was finding it hard to get comfortable in the bed she’d made. Still too hot even with the air conditioner on full blast. Daryl was about 3 feet away, a whole heap of comforter between them. “Get up” Lady’s voice a playful smirk.

Daryl had been trying to fall asleep but got stuck staring at the ceiling fan. Trying to watch a single blade in its rotation. He stands up like she’d asked and watches as Lady lays the comforter out on top of the rest of the blankets she’d piled up, “if we’re not gonna use it.” She explains.

Lady’s still got her light blue baby blanket that goes almost everywhere with her. Just as tattered and falling apart as the towel. Daryl never sleeps with a blanket anyway. Usually just passes out in his clothes, on his bed. Now he’d do the same thing here, in the living room. Hum of the a/c, chatter of the TV, the heat from Lady’s body - Daryl didn’t think he’d be able to fall asleep anyway.

Well maybe. He did have a joint stashed in with his cigarettes that he’d been saving for sometime this week. So when lady gets up to grab herself an ice cream cone from the fridge, Daryl yells, “Lay, grab ma pack’a smokes.”

Lady’s halfway to the living room but she turns back and grabs them from the kitchen counter for him. “You’re really gonna smoke in the fort?”��

“Fort, huh?” He grunts then smiles at her as she tosses the pack at him.

“Yeah?” She looks around, elbowing the sheet hung behind her, “What else would you call it?”

“Th’ livin’ room.” He’s not looking at her when he answers. Eyes and fingers fixed on the pack, fidgeting with the hinged top for a bit before pulling the joint out and putting it in his mouth.

Lady stops complaining when she sees it’s not a cigarette, and takes her seat back down on the pallet. Laying on her stomach, up on her elbows, facing Daryl. Her ice cream cone had already started melting, her tongue now on a race with the liquid dripping down her hand.

Daryl just watches her struggle, until she finally gets a hold on it. “Y’good, there, Bug?”

“Shut up.” And she shoves him a little. She’s got strawberry icecream all over her cheeks and chin and Daryl wishes he took pictures because at this moment he needed one. He needed her to remember forever who she is right now.

“Y’wanna hit?” He asks her like he asks her every time he smokes a joint in front of her. Which is often. And every time she says no, because it’s always no. Never wanted to, never really saw the point. Things were beautiful enough. And it reminded her of Merle, and the bad things he got up to.

Her mind slowly has been changing about it, with Merle gone for so long now. And Daryl being so chill about it when he was about it. A lot of the kids in high school had been doing worse and Lady found herself wanting to say yes when Daryl asked her.

But when she does, Daryl doesn’t believe her, “No fuckin’ way, Bug. Yer buggin’.”

“Bubba, no I’m not. I been thinkin’ about it.”

“Oh, ya have? What’chya been thinkin’ ‘bout it?”

“Just that I kinda wanna try.” She sways on her elbows, licking at her ice cream, “I’m gonna eventually, right? Why not now?”

She’s trying to keep herself calm, but she was more relaxed than she’d usually be when she thought about sayin’ yes. Maybe that’s why she’d finally said it. She was finally able to. Lady thinks that means she must be ready, if she’s not afraid to say she wants to try it.

She remembers this moment for the rest of her life.

Makes her feel brave, like she’ll always know if she’s ready for some new scary experience or not. If she can ask, she’s ready.

He thinks about it for a second, but he doesn’t see where she’s wrong. She probably was gonna try it eventually, why not now? She was safe here, he knew it. She knew it. So he says, “Alrigh’, fine. But yer prolly gon’ jus’ get tired,” and passes the joint to her. Thinking she'd take a tiny hit, probably not even inhale, and wimp out.

Lady takes it delicately in her fingertips and brings it to her lips. She’d tried cigarettes before (and didn’t like them), so the motion wasn’t completely foreign. But everything about it felt new and different. It burned. She almost didn’t feel it until she exhaled. A cloud of smoke billowing out and surrounding the both of them.

Daryl laughs and mutters, “Shit, Bug,” while Lady’s face falls. That was way more than she thought was supposed to come out. Way more than her little lungs were expecting or could take. Her hand shoots out to Daryl for him to take her half eaten ice cream cone as she turns into a rabid dog.

A wild beast on all fours hacking up half her lung and Daryl’s laughing so hard he’s crying, taking the ice cream and the joint back from her as she seizes.

She’ll be okay. He knows she will. And she’ll sleep amazing and she’ll be safe like she always is. Somethin’ in the air felt different there now. With everyone else gone. Like nothing could touch them.

So even though Lady’s about to be as high as a girl could ever be, neither of them are worried it won’t be a good time.

Just them in their fort. Way too old to be playing little kid games and way too young to be playing house.

💕

Lady’s vision was fuzzy. Glittering and dancing and hazy, rainbow bursts of fizzy glowing sparkles.

Lady was secretly afraid she was on fire. She stared at the TV but wondered to herself if it was possible that her lungs were embers that were slowly consuming her chest cavity. She could breathe now, it had been nearly an hour since she hit that joint, but she was sure that she was literally burning alive from the inside out.

“Dar, do you think you can be burning inside your lungs? Like on fire? Is that how people spontaneously combust?”

Daryl’s eyebrows shoot up, she’d been quiet for a while and he had been pretty sure that she’d fallen asleep. He had to think about her question. If he wasn’t also stoned he probably would have been able to tell her the answer was obviously no. Instead he says, “Don’t think so.” Which doesn’t really make her feel better. “I ain’t ever hearda it.” That does. Daryl’s hearda everything.

Their voices are soft, the tv’s the only light in the room. Daryl looks over at Lady. Her bare legs disappearing under an old pair of pajama shorts, she’s definitely not on fire. Not the way she means.

“Think yer good, Bug.” He reassured her before asking, “Need som’thin’?”

Lady, sweet as ever, asks, “Tuck me in?”

Daryl rolls his eyes but sits up anyway. Crawling the two steps toward her. He takes what he can of the stretchy old fabric and wraps it around her body. It’s not big enough, it was never gonna be. Daryl cracks a smile, Lady’s been laughing at his attempt. He pushes his fingers with the fabric around her, she’s laying straight as an arrow, blanket stretched to its limit tight against her body.

Daryl isn’t paying attention to his fingers as they tuck the fabric under her thighs, or how tight it’s pulling against Lady’s breasts. Lady does. She took one look at him after she hit that joint and she hasn’t been able to sit right since.

It’s the air, it’s the heat. It’s the sun, maybe something in the water at the creek? Its the pot. It’s gotta be the pot. It’s somethin’ that Lady doesn’t understand. That sometimes just being in proximity is enough.

She felt brave. She wanted to skirt that line. The line itself moving, and blurry, and hard to make-out. She wanted to be touched. And she wanted Daryl to touch her. Not too much, just a little. Just enough to make her heart race. Just enough to kiss her sleep with something that felt like magic.

Her pulse is pounding in her ears and down her throat as she looks at him up above her. She feels her blood burn in her palms, slowly falling away from her sides as the tight fabric comes loose from around her.

Daryl’s lost in the same moment, just caught staring down at her, in a haze himself. Stuck in his head, romanticizing every moment of Lady’s last summer.

“Kiss goodnight?”

The words come from between them. Lady’s voice had spoken them but she’s certain it didn’t come from her mouth.

Doesn’t matter. They’re in the air and Lady and Daryl both pretend that she doesn’t mean it in any way other than what a sister might say to a brother.

Daryl leans down and just barely brushes his lips over hers. Soft and sweet, like he was leaning down and smelling a flower. It’s so brief, and it’s so feather light it almost wasn’t there. Lady and Daryl both pretend it wasn’t.

She closes her eyes and snuggles into her blanket, all bunched up in her arms. And Daryl moves back to his spot, trying not to think about what just happened. How it’s all different now. In two seconds everything was different.

She initiated something new and Daryl already knew he was gonna do what he always did with Lady. Whatever she wanted.

💕

The sun is just barely peaking through the windows when Lady opens her eyes. The tv still playing, she sits up and leans herself forward to turn it off. Turning around to observe Daryl. But she wasn’t expecting… this.

He must have gotten up in the middle of the night and ripped his clothes off because he’s just laying there in his boxers and his wife beater. Head leaning back off the pillow, arms laying on either side of his body. The part that catches Lady completely off guard was between his legs. Hard and trying to push its way out of his boxers. Lady can see a hint of pink between the fabric. The hole in the front tenting out around his bulge.

Lady tries not to look. Knows she shouldn’t. But it’s too lewd to look anywhere else. He moves briefly in his sleep, which only makes their situation worse. His erect member pushing its way completely out of the hole. Lady gawks, feeling something akin to a squeel in her throat. She’d never seen something so… she needed to touch it.

She shuffles closer to him, her knees padding on the layers of blankets underneath them. Her small hand moving out in front of her, she can’t look away.

Her fingertips meet the skin of his bare cock with something Lady is sure is electricity. It’s warmer than she’d imagined, and as she moves, her nails grazing on the skin as she lightly traces up and down, she realizes that his skin here is softer than she’d imagined too.

After a while, she can’t help herself, and wraps her fingers around him. Slowly working her hand up and down, her fingers just barely putting any pressure against him. She wants to squeeze it, to feel how hard it really is, she wants to roll it between both her hands and put it in her mouth and she wants to get to know it better than she knows any part of herself - but she doesn’t wanna wake Daryl up.

It wasn’t even her fingers that woke Daryl up. It was the pressure. Below his stomach, twisting deep inside and throbbing.

He keeps his eyes closed, tries to keep his breathing steady. Tries to get himself to speak up, say something, tell her to stop. At least let her know you're awake. But he can't move.

With his eyes closed he can feel every light touch of Lady’s hand. The way she pushes her palm down when she gets to the base and pulls it off as she gets to the tip, the way she's moving in soft semi-circles, but not while she's going up and down. She's exploring.

Daryl didn't want to stop her.

He's so hard it hurts. He almost winces when she grips him tighter. She was only moving herself in a different position, Daryl realizes, because he feels her other hand on his cock now too.

Lady holds him in one hand, bringing the other up she grazes her index and middle finger over the tip of his length. Gliding his pre-cum all over his head. Trying to see how far it would go, she's surprised it's as slick as it is. She wants to taste it.

Daryl feels her fingers leave him, and hears the slick pop of her tongue as she moves her fingers between her lips. He has to stop himself from rutting his hips up into her hand, stop himself from pushing her head down onto him to feel her wet mouth.

He doesn't have to make her do anything, though.

Daryl feels a soft veil of hair tickle his skin above the waistband of his boxers, and he realizes she's about to put her mouth on him. Her pretty pink lips were about to wrap around his cock head. Her tongue, that he'd watched lick up melting icecream only a few hours ago, was gonna be flat against the underneath of his dick. Lady. With all the sweetness inside of her, was about to suck him off.

Lady can't help herself, doesn't want to. Never learned how. She’s not quite sure how to start what she wants to do but decided to put her lips together and kiss right underneath the tip. She doesn't pull away. Parting her lips and flicking her tongue out from between her teeth to taste more of whatever was coming out of him.

She feels it twitch under her tongue, so she licks him again. Longer, this time, with more certainty. Moving her fingers out of the way, she licks him once all the way from the bottom to the top.

Daryl didn't think about what was gonna happen when he came. What he should do. It happens so fast that he doesn't have time to warn her. The first shot goes right on her face.

Daryl sits up in time for the second and third to be lost somewhere on the blankets or his boxers.

“Shit, Lady. M’so. M’fuckin’ sorry.”

“It's my fault.” She explains in a flat tone. She sits still while Daryl uses his shirt he was wearing last night to wipe off her face. He’s a mess. Red-eared and scared as a dog but Lady's smiling bigger than she has in her whole life.

She ignores his apology, his frantic attitude. She was serene. Like she always was. “When did you wake up?”

“I’unno.” Right at the beginning, really, but he can’t tell her that. Can’t tell himself that.

She ignores him, she didn't really care. “So that’s what happens then? When a guy…” she mouthes the word ‘comes’ in an exaggerated way, looking in Daryl’s eyes the whole time.

He lays back into the pillow, grabbing another one to pull over his face. He can’t believe she just asked him that. She can’t believe this just happened at she was being so casual about it.

Lady pulls the pillow out of his hands just as fast. “No, come on. Ya can’t just not tell me. Not now.”

Daryl puts his arm over his face, only his mouth and his nose peeking out behind the crook of his elbow. She had a point, “Whad’ya wanna know?”

“Everything. All of it.”

“Whad’ya wanna know righ’now.”

Lady tells herself that if she’s ready to know, she’ll be able to ask. “When I have an orgasm nothing comes out. But when guys do it, that’s what happens?”

She bites on her lip and looks down at him, his eyes and most of his face still hidden behind his arm, laying back on the bed. He’d stay like this and answer her questions. Wouldn’t be able to do it if he was looking at her, “uh-huh”. It's more of a grunt than a word.

Lady tries to figure out which question to ask next. She knows a lot of stuff. Boys like it when girls suck on it. Boys like it when girls let them put it inside them. Lady isn’t sure exactly how that works, but she knows what she has. And what they have, and she doesn’t need to ask where it would go.

“Did you like it?”

A long pause. A half sigh, a grunted response, “uh-huh.”

“Do you want me to do it again? Can I.. can I do it again?”

“Na’righ’ now.”

Those words hang there even after Lady gets up and Daryl gets up and they both go about their day. This promise of ‘maybe later’. Daryl has errands to run in town and Lady says she’s got laundry to do, but hes pretty sure she just likes staying at the house.

“Need somethin’, Lay? Goin’ ta town!” He shouts inside the house from out of it, he’d been outside most of the day, mowin’ the lawn, finally cleaning up the old trampoline. Trying to tell himself that even if he'd tried to stop her, she wouldn't have let him.

Lady appears in the doorway in a breath, “Where ya goin’ in town?”

“Store.” He leans against the wood frame lining the area around the steps and lights a smoke.

Lady leans back, swaying her body with both hands on either side of the door by the handles, “Hmmm, maybe we could get stuff for grillin’. And we’re out of ice cream.”

Daryl nods, taking a drag, his eyes squinting against the sun, “Somethin’ else?”

“More pot?” She squints back at him.

He breathes out an almost laugh against the cigarette between his lips, “Yeah, alrigh’. Tha’s it?”

“Wine coolers?”

Daryl actually laughs at that one, “What’re ya tryna prove, Bug?”

She stops swinging on the door, “Not provin’ nothin’. Daddy's dead. Let's live a little.”

💕

So Daryl gets some girly somethin’ - what he assumes are wine coolers. They're in the refrigerated case at the distributor, and there's strawberries and an island on the cardboard carrier. And the bottle’s shaped stupid. Daryl’s sure he's gotten the right thing, or at least something she'd probably like.

Daryl doesn't feel bad indulging her. Never did, and anyway he's surprised it's taken her this long to ask. As far as growin’ up in the sticks, Lady was a good girl. And so she wanted to smoke some pot and drink some wine coolers with her brother?

So what she had all the curious burning of an explorer on their first expedition with every new thing that she tried, and so what if that new thing was Daryl's body and how it reacted to hers?

Daryl doesn't feel bad indulging her. He reasons with himself his whole drive that it can't be that bad. Not if Lady wanted it. Lady never wanted anything bad ever. She never gossiped, or tattled, or cheated at board games. Lady never even tried to sneak sweets. She told Daryl once it was cuz she didn't want anyone else to get in trouble if someone noticed it was missin’. Nah, Daryl figures if Lady wants it, if she asks for it, it can't be somethin’ ugly.

💕

Daryl's on his third beer before he's able to say it, “Lay. Wha’ we did this mornin’ -“ he’s tried to figure out how he feels about it, he’s still not sure he’s making the right choice, but he needs to decide something before she decides for them. “Ya didn’t do nothin’ wrong but - can’t go tellin’ people we did that.”

Lady laughs, she’s on her second wine cooler of her whole life, and all of a sudden Daryl thinks she’s new to the planet earth. She was backwoods but she wasn’t that backwoods. She was, after all, a high school graduate. “You mean I can't tell Auntie Norma I made you…” She mouthes the word ‘come’ again in the same exaggerated way she had earlier before losing herself in a fit of giggles.

Lady and Daryl had folded up their temporary bed and shoved it in the corner. She was currently leaned back on the far edge of the coach, head thrown in laughter. Her shoulders shaking, her hands gripping the bottle between her thighs.

Daryl bites at his thumb, sitting in the armchair across the room from her, he was trying to be serious for a damn second and she was laughing at him. “Jus’ don’ really know whatya think yer doin’. If yer in your right mind ‘n all. An’ y’know we ain't supposed ta.”

He just needed to hear her say it, if she could say it - if she could ask for it, it couldn’t be bad.

“Wasn't thinkin’, Dar. Was just doin’.” She doesn’t really have an answer for him. She's in her right mind, she knows people aren't supposed to do that kind of stuff with their family. But nothin’ ever felt wrong between her and Daryl.

Daryl downs the rest of the beer he's holding in one gulp. He puts his finger in the hole at the top and spins it absentmindedly on his knee, “Jus’ need ya t’know what yer doin’.. it ain't somethin’ people usually do, Bug.”

Lady’s starting to get frustrated. She knew what he was getting at, but why'd he have to say it? “I know I'm not supposed to, Dar. It's like those times you and Merle let me watch scary movies when I was little and I had to tell Momma and Daddy we were watching lions on PBS instead.”

Daryl reaches down and grabs another beer from the case next to the armchair. He just shakes his head. She's gotta know it ain't that simple.

“Bubba, look at me.”

Daryl looks over, curious what she needed the eye contact for, “W’sup, Lay?”

“It’s just you and me out here and as far as I can tell we didn’t hurt anyone.“ She finishes the rest of her drink in one gulp just like he had, “The woods are good at keepin’ secrets, Bub. You know that.” And she smiles, looking down before looking directly at him.

If they didn't know before they both knew now. It wasn't just going to be that one thing that happened between them. The stagnant ‘maybe later' coming back and sitting on their shoulders, in their laps, in every empty space of the room.

‘Maybe’ turns to definitely. To obviously.

Daryl grunts, trying not to let a smile on the corners of his lips. He opens the bottle in his hand and takes a sip before bringing it back down to look at it. Pondering her words like they're written on the label. All he thought he'd needed to hear was that she knew it had to be a secret. That she knew she was committing a crime against god here with him. But now what?

Lady almost can't take it, the cicadas buzzing from outside are so loud it's infesting her brain. She’d been sitting there for an hour trying to figure out how to ask him if she could touch him again. And now that he's brought it up, she can't think of anything else but the way he tasted, the way his thing pulsated and twitched underneath of her tongue. She wants to make him cum again.

Daryl's drinking his beer, lost in thought, while Lady decides she should probably have another one too. She gets up and walks past him to the kitchen.

“Where ya goin’?” He half shouts behind him, a little worried he'd hurt her feelings. Read something wrong. Said something wrong.

Lady smiles to herself, Daryl worried all the time about everything and it always ended up being for nothing. “Just gettin’ another one. That okay with you, pop?” She teases.

She reappears from behind the sheet holding another wine cooler. As she takes her seat back on the couch Daryl leans forward, elbows on his thighs, taking another sip of his drink, “Might wanna slow down on those, Bug.” He's smiling into the bottle.

Lady sticks her tongue out at him, her eyebrows drawn down in mock anger, “What, afraid I'm gonna blow chunks instead of blow you?” She's been on the edge of it for so long it spills out of her mouth.

Daryl has no idea what the fuck to say to that but he laughs out loud. He genuinely guffaws. If it wasn't his little sister he'd be frozen in his fuckin’ chair. Churning a little at this realization - Cuz when she said it he wasn't uncomfortable. Wasn't afraid, or worried that he was gonna have to do something he might mess up.

“Nah.” He answers her before his mind takes off on a tangent about how it's his sister and the proposition of her sucking his cock should make him uncomfortable. But it didn't.

Cuz if she wants it, it can't be wrong.

“Just keep drinkin’, Lay. If ya blow chunks yer the one stuck cleanin’ it up though.”

“Let's smoke that pot.”

“No.”

“Aw, c’mon. Why not, bub?”

“Cross-faded.”

“What's that?”

“Pots different after y’drink. Jus’.. trus’me on this one.” He sips his beer, “‘nless yer really set on blowin’ chunks. Tha’s definitely a sure fire way.”

Lady shakes her head, taking her drink from between her thighs again and sipping it before putting it back.

She's gotta figure out how to ask soon or she was gonna drink herself to sleep.

Daryl can see her workin’ something out in her head, “S’goin’ on, Lay?.”

She’s staring at a spot on the ground and she doesn’t look up, “Thinkin’.”

“‘bout wha’?”

“Your cock in my mouth.”

Daryl chokes on the spit he was swallowing, “Christ.” He says as he coughs. He doesn't think he's ever heard her say that word. “Yer really serious, huh?” He asks again, this time because he truly can’t believe it. Why would she, the sweetest piece of Georgia pie, wanna put her pretty mouth on him? Even if he was her brother. Especially because he was her brother.

She smiles and looks down at her fingers around the top of her bottle. Blushing beet red and nodding her head so aggressively her hair moves.

He wants to let her but somethin’ about it doesn't feel right. Not because of who she was or who he was, or cuz it was wrong. “Shouldn't jus’ blow guys, Lay.”

“Whaddya mean?” She picks at the label on her drink, not looking up at him. Nervous and excited and hanging on his every word.

“People, uh - usually… do other stuff first.” He explains, not wanting to make her feel bad for what she'd already done, but wanting her to understand she can't just do that to other guys.

Lady laughs, a sigh of relief escaping her as she brings the brim up to take another swig. There's a million things sitting between her teeth and her lips just waiting to be said. Instead, she just asks, “Do you wanna watch a movie?”

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pt. 2

A/n: This is coming out a whole lot sweeter than I thought it was going to be and I know in the end it's going to break my little heart.

Anyway sorry, most of the smut will be in part 2 where I imagine going into detail about their first time (for a few different things) as well as how they are once they get more comfortable as they get deeper into the summer.

Broken up into two parts because I can't fathom proofreading these 6,000 words one more time.

(Next part will be up as fast as I can write it.)

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon smut #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon twd #twd daryl dixon #daryl dixon x you #Spotify

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Secrets of the pitch part 4

She has a sad but angry look on her face. "Keira, please listen to me. She didn't let me finish last night. You know Manchester is the last place I'd ever go. Please just let me explain."

"Ok, so tell me, why are you going back there after everything that happened? After everything they did to us, why go back?" sitting down in one of the cubicles, just then I realize that the other girls are still in the room.

"Keira It's not as simple as she is making it out to be. You know, as well as Lucy and Georgia, that Manchester is the last place anyone of us wants to go back to after what we all went through. I don't want to go back, but I have to."

Looking around the room, the girls look so confused. Nobody was ever told there was only ever speculation where me Lucy Keira and Georgia were for them for 2 months in 2021. Nobody but them and the police know what happened to us in them. 2 months

It was all my fault, really snapping out of my head when Keira started to talk. "What are you going on about? You need to go back. There is nothing there to go back to. You have a contract with Barca. You can't just go when you have no reason to."

She was partly right. The only reason I'm going back is because I'm selling my childhood home. There is no point in me kepping it I'm never going back there after this, and I guess this is how she is going to fine me out for my retirement.

I've not even told Lucy yet, and now I'm telling 5 people "Keira, I'm retiring. My knee can't take anymore. It hurts to just stand on it. I want to play this next season, so fucking bad, but I don't know if I can. I'm going back because I'm selling my childhood house. She didn't let me finish what I was saying last night."

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I know I said Alexia Putellas would be next but I’ve not been able to think how to start it but I will write it in the next week or two

Also what do you all think happened in 2021 🤔

#women’s football #women’s soccer #women’s super league #woso community #woso x reader #woso imagine #barclays wsl #wsl #barcelona femeni #lucy bronze #georgia stanway #keira walsh #alexia putellas

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Hexel's World Tour Week 6 – Seoul

Everyone, I'm home. I know it sounds so cliche, but the moment I got off the plane in Seoul, I felt like I was coming home🇰🇷❤️. I already knew I could speak Korean, so getting through the airport and to the main city was a breeze (but can we talk about Incheon airport? It is so cool. I could literally spend a whole day at just the airport). I quickly got to my hotel in the middle of Seoul and it is way too nice. I feel like an imposter staying here hahaha.

There are some parts of the city that feel so familiar to me, even though I can't fully remember them. One day, I ended up just walking instinctively to this hole-in-the-wall kalgooksu restaurant and had the best noodle soup ever! 🍜(or I think it's the best I've ever had. It also felt so familiar!) Another place that felt super familiar was Dongdaemun and the Design Plaza. It kind of looks like a spaceship, but I knew exactly where to exit the subway station to get there. It was like instinct. The markets in Dongdaemun are so nice! They have so much fashion and accessories 👗 it was all so overwhelming. But I was able to buy gifts for Georgia while I was there

Talking about cool shops, I just wandered around Insadong for like half a day. There are so many side streets with cafes and small shops that you wouldn't even know were there unless you went to explore. From Insadong, I ended up walking to Bukchon traditional village. Both Insadong and Bukchon are known for their traditional hanok houses. And you all, I could LIVE in one of these. They're so beautiful and smell amazing like wood and paper! I found a place in one of these hanok houses called Aromind which lets you design your own perfume scent! It was so cool and I made one for Krista (hope she likes it!) 🎁

I also wrote down all the food places I loved to go with Dustin if we ever come to Seoul together, including this place that does bbq ribs DIPPED 🍖🧀 in melted cheese and a jjajangmyeon place that handrolls their noodles! I wanted to get Dustin a whole package of Hanwoo--prime Korean BBQ beef (did you know you could buy those?!)--but I was worried about getting it through customs, also, it was a lot to ship back to the US. So I got Dustin some green tea from Ossulloc 🍵, I know it's not technically food, but it's food adjacent! And their tea house in Gwanhun-Dong was so gorgeous with all the traditional ceramics and the little displays about how the teas are roasted! Plus, they're right by Jogyesa Buddhist Temple. They told me Jogyesa is the chief temple of the Jogye Order of Korean Buddhism. The building dates back to the late 14th century! And you can write your wish on a piece of paper and hang it like a little flag. All the wishes fluttering in the air were so beautiful!

I didn't mean to organize my tour around Seoul based on buying the perfect gifts for my friends, but it turned out that way. So I knew I had to find something amazing for Mac, and I did in Gangnam! That neighborhood kind of reminds me of midtown New York with all the skyscrapers and the fancy hotels and buildings. They have the flagship store to this amazing sunglasses store called Gentle Monster. But they don't just sell sunglasses, they also have amazing art displays that the store clerk told me rotates regularly! In fact, lots of the cool high fashion stores do fun artsy displays in Seoul! From there, I just popped over to Lotte World Tower and bought ALL the duty free skincare! I can't wait to try all my facemasks with the band! Apparently Lotte World Tower is the tallest building in South Korea. And they even have an aquarium in there!

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One Georgia Democrat is fed up with some members of her own party, accusing them of prioritizing illegal immigrants over Black children as kids struggle to stay afloat academically and economically.

State Rep. Mesha Mainor, a Democrat, is a staunch supporter of school choice, and she torched Georgia Democrats on "Fox & Friends" Monday for aiding migrant families while poor residents struggle with necessities.

"I was speaking to someone that works with migrants the other day, and when I was talking about my constituents, she said, ‘well, what about this program?’ And then she had to… step back a second," Mainor told Ainsley Earhardt Monday morning.

"And she said, ‘Oh, but those are just for migrants.’ And so there are so many services that… from a humanitarian aspect, sure. Give them those humanitarian aspects. But if you walk down the street in Atlanta, Georgia, right now, you are going to see kids on the corner selling water because they are trying to make money for their households."

GEORGIA GOV. BRIAN KEMP ENDORSES $6,500 PRIVATE SCHOOL VOUCHER BILL

"They don't have lights on… to do homework, and this is just a much broader issue than people are realizing," she continued.

Mainor garnered attention on the issue after she posted a video on Twitter over the weekend accusing her colleagues of trying to oust her over her stance on school choice.

"It's ironic. I'll say every election year, I hear ‘Black Lives Matter.’ But do they? I see every other minority being prioritized except Black children living in poverty that can't read," Mainor said in the video.

"We'll send $1,000,000 to the border for immigrant services, but Black communities, not even a shout-out. I'm sorry, I don't agree with this," she added. "I'm not backing down and I'm actually just getting started."

BLUE STATE COVID LEARNING LOSS WIDENED RACIAL ACHIEVEMENT GAPS RELATIVE TO RED STATES: STUDY

She even accused some fellow lawmakers of offering $1,000 checks "to anyone that will run against" her.

Mainor's deep-blue 56th House District stretches from southwest Atlanta up into the Midtown area and includes schools in dire need of improvement. She said some schools in her area have low single-digit proficiency levels in math and/or reading.

Additionally, politicians are not doing enough to counter the sliding academic achievement gap, she argued.

"We are acting like we care about Black people, and in my opinion, we are doing very little for Black people, and when you're talking about something like school choice, it really helps Black people. It helps children that are disabled," Mainor said.

"And so we put priorities on lots of other minorities, and I'm not saying that these other minorities are not important, but I feel like we are putting Black people at the very bottom of the totem pole," she continued.

School choice advocates also support expansion of charter schools, which have grown greatly in Georgia in recent years and many of which count minority students as a majority of their enrollments.

Charter schools are publicly funded schools that are independently run and include students who are not in the immediate area; teachers unions often oppose them as well since their teachers generally are not unionized.

Mainor said parents in her district are in favor of school choice, and the backlash from her colleagues on the issue is a "slap" in the face to anyone who supports their right to choose where their children attend class.

"My parents want school choice," Mainor said. "I have the most charter schools in my district than any other district in the state of Georgia, and so for my party, my colleagues, to say that all these parents that have chosen charter schools and are choosing school choice options are irrelevant and not important, it's not only a slap in my face, but they're slapping every single parent in my district that uses these services in the face as well."

According to the NAEP Report Card, average math and reading scores dropped 9.8 points and 6.3 points respectively, in Georgia, from 2017 to 2022.

#nunyas news #remember when someone tried to secure the border #but you called him racist #ya this is partially your own doing now

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2022 Kinktober Master List

Day 3

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Tags/warnings: #smut #unprotectedsex #steddie #anal #crying #language #marijuana #alcohol

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Corroded Coffin was in town, swinging back through Indiana on their first national tour. The Hideout was jam packed with sweaty bodies, cigarette smoke, and hairspray. Every girl who ever rolled her eyes at Eddie Munson for opening a door for her, everyone who ever made fun of him for playing DND, they were all here.

I would never be caught dead hanging out in this place, but I was a little more than excited to at least catch a glimpse of my… friend? I didn’t quite understand how I felt about the guy. I mean, I wasn’t gay, I loved pussy. Not that there’s anything wrong with being gay. I just wasn’t. We had had an awkward competition over the adoration of resident dork Dustin Henderson, but we had grown familial. He was a lot cooler than me, even if nobody else saw it. It didn’t take some big awakening for him to be a decent person. He just was.

The opening band played a few covers, mostly hair metal. As they finished up their rendition of “Turn Up the Radio” by Autograph, the crowd cheered and split up. Some went to get more drinks, some stepped outside for some fresh air, and I lurked near the stage to try to get a word in with Eddie. He was always surrounded by people, especially girls, at these shows. The band was selling out arenas. Everybody wanted a piece of him now.

My stomach flipped when he finally made eye contact with me and he gave me that wide, ornery grin. “Hey Harrington!” He shouted past a blonde perm in heels, waving me over with the bottle of whiskey he was chugging. I looked around for a way to get back to him without crawling over the stage. “Just jump up there and get your ass back here,” he yelled. I pulled myself up onto the stage. My fingers were going to have rug burn from this. I crawled away from the stage lights, praying nobody was looking at me.

His chunky combat boot rested just under my face. I could smell him. He was drunk, and stoned, and sweaty. The mixture overwhelmed me and I felt myself unexpectedly growing hard against my zipper. His slender, strong hand shot out to help me up. The thick metal rings clanked together as I squeezed his fingers. “I like you down there,” he laughed into my ear, forcing my cheeks to fill with blood. “Aw you’re so cute when you’re flustered,” he mocked, extending his index finger to tap me on the tip of my nose.

I cleared my throat and rested my hands at each side of my waist. “Good evening, Munson. How’s it hangin’?” I didn’t know what else to say. It didn’t seem an appropriate time to try to finally see if his lips were as soft as they looked.

It was never clear if he was flirting with me, or if he was fucking with me. I had a gut feeling that if I ever fed into his game, he would immediately call me out and make fun of me to everybody who’d listen. But… goddamn maybe I was a little gay.

He put his hand on my shoulder and handed me the bottle of Jack Daniels. “I can’t complain, Steve. I have almost everything I could want. I just bought a house out in Georgia. You should come see it sometime. I have a fucking in-ground pool!” I took a swig, nodding as he spoke. “You must have a lot of ladies all over you all the time. How does that feel?”, I asked, pulling my cigarette pack from my pants pocket. He started walking towards the stage door and I followed. “I mean, it’s nice sometimes. I get lonely. It can fill a gap. But, only for so long. And there’s only so much you can do with someone who only knows you from your music. They never want to get to know me because they think they already do.”

He laughed, but I could tell he was hurting. They always say it’s easy to feel alone in a crowded room, and he made it pretty clear that was true. He pinched my cheek and shined that smile again. “What’s up in your world, big boy? Score with any, uh, hot chicks lately?” I ran my hand through my hair and tried to remember the last time I had sex, let alone with a ‘hot chick’. “Nah, not particularly man,” I responded, shrugging my shoulders.

“They don’t know what they’re missing out on,” he flirted as he made his way out the stage door. I stayed inside, unsure of myself. I placed my hands back at my waist. I recognized a couple of the guys from the band and gave them each a nod hello. After what felt like an hour, but was probably only two minutes, I burst through the back door of the venue and searched everywhere for Eddie. I was fine with being by myself most of the time, but I had no business being here in the first place. I was clinging to Eddie like he was my blanky, and now he was lost.

Cars splashed through the alley behind the venue. There were two huge tour buses parked behind The Hideout, making it impossible for them to see if someone was coming from the other direction. Everyone was honking and yelling. As I looked around for any sign of Eddie, I met his gaze once more. He was standing in the front of the tour bus closest to me. His shirt was off and he was gesturing with one finger for me to come to him.

Stupidly, I checked to ensure there wasn’t someone standing behind me. When I looked back to Eddie he laughed and leaned over the steering wheel. “Get the fuck in here, tootsie roll!”, he shouted, honking the horn. The noise made me jump, brewing even louder laughter in him. He was a dick, but he sure was stunning when his eyes lit up with glee.

The bus door opened. Eddie offered a hand my way, ushering me up the stairs. “This is really badass, man,” I complimented. He nodded, arms straight up in the air, tracing trails across the ceiling of the bus. “Thanks, man. This is chez moi until, like, a couple days before Halloween.” He opened the door to the back room of the bus. A huge bed with 8 pillows and the biggest blanket I’ve ever seen rested between huge speakers on each side. “Sit with me,” he invited, plopping himself down on his bed. His legs dangled off the edge. I sat next to him, anxiously avoiding looking at the trail of hairs leading to his belt buckle.

I crossed my legs, staring at the closed door. Eddie sat up and I could feel his eyes on me. There was no way we were about to…

His lips crashed into mine before I knew what hit me. I gasped for air, tongue shooting out into his warm drunk mouth. His lips were softer than they looked. His hands cupped my jaw, metal rings pinching at my cheeks. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I used them to steady myself back against the mattress. Eddie moaned into my mouth, grinding himself against my leg as he moved me onto my back. “You’re such a pretty guy, Harrington,” he mumbled.

“Eddie, are you sure about this?”, I asked. I didn’t want to ruin the moment, but I’d had enough drunk hook ups to know you have to make sure. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” he whispered into my neck, placing tiny kisses down to the collar of my shirt. “We don’t need this,” he chuckled as he ripped my shirt in half, kissing further down to my navel.

I wanted to be mad about the shirt. I couldn’t exactly walk back into the bar topless. The way his lips felt as they made their way to my hip bones was euphoria. I bucked up at him, eager to show him how hard I already was. I forgot about the shirt very quickly. He sat up, sliding his belt out from the loops of his jeans. I reached to unbutton them, then unzipped them. “Oh, you mean business,” he smiled.

The way he looked down at me made my blood run torrent through my veins. I had never seen someone more beautiful in my life. My tongue started to tell him, but was abruptly silenced by his mouth against mine. He sucked at my tongue, pulling involuntary moans from my chest. My erection grew against his stomach. Brushing my hair from my eyes, he stared right into my soul. “You really want me, huh?”

My mind didn’t want to submit that easily; my body already had. All I could manage was a frantic nod. “You’re so dumb, Harrington. I haven’t even got my lips around your big fat cock and you already can’t make words.” My pants were on the floor before I opened my blinking eyes. “You want it just as bad, Munson,” I teased. His eyes darkened. He crawled over next to me, almost touching but not quite. “I dare you to show me your cock,” he sneered.

“What?” I knew this was all a joke to him. He kissed me so well, but it was a joke. His hand rested on the nest of hairs leading into my underwear. “I want to see it,” he whispered. “Why?”, I asked.

“Fine. Close your eyes,” he commanded in a tone so harsh I almost started to go soft. I probably would’ve if he hadn’t pulled down my underwear and teased just under the head of my dick with his tongue. The sensation was totally different than any head I’d ever felt. “Did you get your tongue pierced?”, I asked, gasping for oxygen. “Yes, do you like it?”, he asked. I nodded, hands flying to cover my flushed cheeks.

“Help me,” he growled. I peeked between my fingers. The image of Eddie’s pout around me almost had me filling his throat right then and there. “I didn’t say to open your eyes, did I?” My eyes snapped shut. I buried myself under my hands again. I let out a muffled moan, then asked what he meant by help him.

He snatched one of my hands from my face and placed it on the back of his head. His hair was sweaty and stiff. “Show me how you want it,” he explained. I wrapped my fingers up in his hair, slowly pulling him up and down on my dick. My hands were full of his hair as I fucked up into his drooling lips. He was humming and moaning. One hand was cupping my balls and the other was teasing at my asshole.

He felt too good. My balls tightened up close to my body. I tried so hard to fight it, and suddenly Eddie slid his finger into my ass. Everything went white. I was screaming nonsense, then his name, then fuck. He drained me, milking my prostate with his thick thumb. “Oh baby, you did so good,” he purred, throat raspy from how I used it.

“Have you ever had anything in your ass before?”, he asked, thumb still massaging inside me. “Mm, don’t think so,” I grunted. I felt myself tensing up around him. “Well, do you want more in there?”, he asked, his hand now moving to his own throbbing dick. I laughed shyly. His thumb felt amazing. I wasn’t so sure I could tolerate much more than that. “I’ll be so nice and easy for you, I promise,” he pleased. “If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

I stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, talking myself into letting go. I barely nodded and he was already running his tongue along the opening. “Just relax and I swear I’ll take care of you.” I took a deep breath and released the clench of my muscles. I was nervous, but if I clammed up now this wouldn’t be able to work out. Knowing that, I reached for the bottle of whiskey Eddie had brought with him onto the bus. It was sitting on the bed, within my reach.

There was no way I’d get drunk fast enough to not be nervous for this, but sipping from the bottle was a welcome distraction from my worry. His tongue felt so smooth and delicate against my hole. It twitched against him. He began working me with his fingers. The pressure was overwhelming. I thought I might cum again each time he slid over that spot.

“I think you’re ready,” he whispered into my thigh as he sucked and nibbled at the flesh. “So do I turn around?”, I asked. I had never done this before but I wasn’t sure how else he was going to fuck me besides from behind. When I imagined gay sex (like for science of course) it was always from behind. Eddie lifted my legs and scooted me back further into the bed. “I want to watch your face as you take me,” he said.

He pulled my legs straight up to his shoulders and popped the head of his cock right in. There was lube all over him. Everything was feeling so good I didn’t even notice he had grabbed it. “Is that good?”, he asked. I could tell from how tense his jaw was, it was good for him. “Oh look at you, Munson. You’re about to bust already?”

Eddie slowly pushed himself further in. I contracted around him, unable to control my body. “It’s not my fault your ass is so tight, fuck,” he breathed. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around the head of my dick. Eddie spit on it and said, “that’s right, I’m fucking you so good you have to touch yourself about it.”

He was trying so hard to play tough with me, but any fool could see he was hypnotized. I kept my breath deep and slow. I couldn’t help but to bite my lip as he moved back and forth, loosening me up for him. As mean as he pretended to be, he was fucking me so gently. It stung, but in the best way. His hips began to shiver as he ran over my sweet spot again and again, pushing me to cum all over my own chest and stomach. He had been squeezing his eyes closed but as I whined his name, he stared down at me.

In a flash I was empty and he was cumming all over me. It became hard to tell what was mine and what was his. Once the rush was over and he could see clearly again, Eddie left then returned with a warm wash cloth. He sprawled out beside me, wiping our jizz from my belly button.

“Is it time for you to go on stage yet?”, I asked, remembering where we were and why. “Absolutely, and I can’t wait to look out into the crowd and see my favorite guy in my t-shirt, fucked silly.”

#steddie #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie munson #eddie smut #smut #fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #fanfic #Steddie smut #Eddie #Steve #kinktober

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Pairing: Eddie Munson/ Steve Harrington

Requested By: NA

Word Count: 3,448

Summary: Miss Dorothy announces her plans to move closer to family. The Munson's finally find their forever home.

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April 2001

"Really wish you'd quit sniffin' my armpit," Steve groaned.

"'m not," Eddie sighed, his voice muffled by Steve's skin. "Sniffin' your shoulder."

"Your nose is like an inch from my armpit."

"You smell good."

Steve had to laugh at that. He tightened his arm around Eddie's shoulders, pressing his nose deeper into his skin. "The nature of armpits is that they don't smell good," he giggled.

"Okay, well, the nature of me being in love with you is that I think you do smell good. So shut your annoying, beautiful mouth and let me indulge."

Steve giggled again and pressed a kiss to Eddie's hair. "You're such a weirdo," he whispered.

"I like how your balls smell, too," Eddie admitted. Steve could feel his smile where his lips pressed into his skin. He just knew that his boyfriend was wearing the textbook definition of a shit eating grin, though he couldn't see it. He moved his hands to Eddie's shoulders and pushed, a weak attempt at pushing him off.

"That's disgusting."

"Just let me love you, Steven," Eddie whined, tightening his hold around Steve's middle.

Just as Steve was about to protest, there was a knock at the front door. A series of three soft taps that they'd recognize anywhere. Eddie groaned against Steve's skin. The tickle of the vibrations had Steve laughing again.

"I love Miss Dorothy, I promise I do. But that woman cock blocks like nobody else." Eddie said as he finally pulled away from Steve.

Both men shrugged into last night's t-shirts and whichever pants were easiest to access. They walked out of their bedroom and into the living room to find that Lucy had already let Miss Dorothy into their home. They were sitting beside each other on the couch while Lucy showed off her latest drawings in her sketchbook. The sounds of Eddie and Steve behind them drew their attention. Miss Dorothy smiled warmly at them as she made a motion to stand. Steve scoffed and sat on the coffee table in front of her while Eddie took his seat next to Lucy on the opposite end of the couch.

"Good morning, boys," she greeted them. They both smiled. They loved that she called them boys despite both of them being in their 30s.

"I'm sorry to bother you so early," she continued. "But I'm afraid I've put this off long enough."

"What's goin' on?" Eddie asked, leaning forward to see her more clearly.

"Well, you boys know about my sister? The one in Florida?" They both nodded in unison. "Well, she's been pestering me to move down there since my Roger passed. And, well, the older I get the more I think it would be awful nice to be around family. Her kids all live down there, and Jeff has been talking about moving to Georgia since he was younger than you two."

"So what are you saying?" Steve asked.

She looked almost sad when she looked up to him. She took a deep breath, her blue eyes falling to her hands in her lap. "Well, I think I'm gonna sell the house," she finally answered.

Steve and Eddie exchanged a look. Lucy leaned into Miss Dorothy's side, resting her head on her shoulder.

"Are you moving away?" She asked quietly.

Miss Dorothy placed a weathered hand on Lucy's knee, patting her purple sweatpants. "I am, honey," she told her. "But it would make me happier than anything for you to come see me down in Florida someday." Lucy nodded sadly against her shoulder.

"I wanted to give you boys a chance to buy the house, if you wanted," she told them. "Promise I'll give you a good price."

Steve nodded, a fond smile on his face. "I'm sure you would, ma'am," he told her. "But I think we should probably talk about this before we make any decisions."

"Oh, yes, yes, of course," she said as she stood from the couch. "No rush at all. I won't even call the realtor until I hear from you." They all shared a round of hugs at the front door before Miss Dorothy slowly made her way down their stairs.

The week that followed was full of hushed conversations about their options. Neither of them wanted to tell Lucy many details until a decision was made. But she was smart. She knew what was going on. When they tried to tell her to go down and spend the afternoon with Miss Dorothy so they could run errands, she clocked them immediately.

"Are you going house shopping?" She asked as she took a sip from her blue juice barrel.

Eddie sighed, "Yes, we are. But we're just looking. We haven't decided if we're gonna buy one yet."

Lucy picked at the cast aside crust of her sandwich, a concentrated look across her face. "Why can't we just buy Miss Dorothy's house?" She asked. "We already live here."

Steve sat across from her, taking a deep breath as he considered his words carefully. "You're right, we do live here and already love it so much. But Daddy and I aren't sure that this is the house we want to live in forever. So we're gonna meet up with our friend and go look at some other places."

"Can I go?"

Eddie picked up Lucy's plate, dumping her lunch leftovers into the trash before placing it into the sink. "Trust me, kid, it won't be fun." He came to stand behind her, placing both hands on her shoulders. "But we promise to tell you if we find something nice. And we won't buy anything without taking you to look at it first. Deal?"

After a few more questions and asking to go again, Lucy finally accepted their deal. She grabbed the last purple juice barrel from the fridge and made her way down to the main house. Her dads followed behind her and told Miss Dorothy what they were doing and that they wouldn't be long. She waved them off with a smile.

"Oh, I don't mind having her," she told them. "I was hoping you'd come see me today anyway. I just bought the prettiest petunias and I need help planting them."

Four hours later they sat in Erica's office sharing Chinese takeout as they went over their options. They'd driven all over town and been inside half a dozen houses. A few were nice. A few were not so nice. One even had a pool, but was so far out of their budget that Eddie was more than a little annoyed at Erica for even showing it to them.

"The one on Elm was okay," Steve said as he took half an egg roll into his mouth.

"You want- hey, share those," Eddie grabbed for the box of egg rolls in front of Steve. "You want to raise our daughter in an 'okay' house?"

Erica nodded, holding one hand up to them as she finished chewing. The boys waited for her, knowing all too well not to interrupt Erica even if she hasn't started speaking yet. "The guy on Elm wants that house gone like, yesterday. You could definitely get him to come down."

Steve picked up the listing that they'd printed out and set in front of him. He poked at it with one finger, "Maybe." He announced.

"I liked the one by the school," Eddie said.

"That one smelled like old lady," Erica chided, wrinkling her nose.

"Okay, well it won't smell like old lady after we move in."

"And the wallpaper?" Steve asked, one eyebrow raised too high on his forehead. "Absolutely god awful. No way."

Eddie rolled his eyes, "We can rip down the wallpaper."

"Oh, honey, how nice of you to say we when we both knew you mean me, while you and Lu watch."

Eddie scoffed, but didn't refuse. Everyone knew that Steve was right. If they bought the house by the high school Steve alone would spend his weekend ripping down the wallpaper that was glued to every wall in the house. That one was the first entry into the no pile.

Erica held out a sheet of paper with the listing for what they had all thought was a nice little ranch style house near Eddie's job. It turned out to be one of the not so nice houses. The group left after less than fifteen minutes inside.

"Shit hole," Steve decided.

"It was not a shit hole," Eddie answered.

"There was mold on the ceiling in the bathroom."

"And that makes it a shit hole?"

"Yes," Erica and Steve answered in unison. Erica set the listing on top of the old lady wallpaper house and they moved on.

By the time all of their takeout was eaten they were down to four 'nos' and two 'maybes.' The house on Elm that Steve had deemed "okay" and a two story Dutch colonial on the opposite end of town. Each of them had their pros, and each of them had their cons. The one on Elm had an attached garage, but only two bedrooms. The other had a huge backyard, but it was the farthest away from both of their jobs and Lucy's school. In the end they decided to take both of the listings home and talk it out as a family.

That weekend they loaded up Lucy and met Erica at the house on Elm. They'd promised that no decisions would be made without her and they intended to stick to that promise. She brought along a notebook and three different colored markers to take notes of the houses. When Eddie asked what the different markers were for she explained that each color was for a different type of note.

"Purple for things I like, 'cause it's my favorite. Green for things I don't like, since I don't like green. And red for things I need to think about."

"What do you need to think about?" Steve asked from his spot behind the wheel.

"Well like, what if the kitchen is ugly? I would write that in green but if the living room is cute, then I'll write it in red so I can think about it later and decide if it's too ugly to move in."

"Ya know we can change things when we move in, right?" Eddie said, turning in his seat to face her. "If something is ugly we can like paint and stuff."

"Can I paint my room again?"

"Any color you want, princess."

Lucy nodded to herself and adjusted her purple sunglasses on her nose. She knew that Eddie meant what he said. Before she unpacked she knew that her daddy would make sure that her new bedroom was painted any color of the rainbow that she could choose. She spent the last few minutes of their drive writing all of her favorite colors in her notebook, all written in red so that she could think about it later.

Erica was waiting for them on the front porch when they arrived. She greeted Lucy with a tight hug and a warm smile. Lucy was growing like a weed, nearly as tall as Erica's shoulders at only ten years old. Since Steve and Eddie had already seen both of the houses they'd be looking at Erica more or less ignored them, giving Lucy the grand tour instead.

"So this is the living room," she told her as they stepped inside. "And the kitchen is through there."

Lucy followed Erica closely, her notebook open and markers ready. She stopped in every room to take notes. She'd stand in the middle of the room with her notebook hugged to her chest while she surveyed the empty space. Before allowing the group to move on to the next room she'd take the time to uncap her markers, write her notes, and double check that she'd seen every inch. When they got to the room that would be her bedroom Eddie had to bite back a laugh when she immediately uncapped her green marker. Nobody was allowed to see what she was writing, but he knew. The carpet in the bedrooms was a dark, almost depressing shade of green. They'd already agreed to replace it before moving in, but he knew she hated it.

It was the backyard that she seemed to be the least impressed with. As soon as they stepped through the back door she scrunched her nose in disgust. "This is the whole yard?" She asked, turning to Erica who was wearing her best realtor smile.

"Yup, already fenced in and ready to go."

"But it's little," Lucy said. "And there's like… not any grass?"

"We can plant grass," Steve told her.

"I guess."

The family left Erica to tidy a few things in the home with plans to meet at the second house in half an hour. As soon as her seatbelt was buckled Lucy opened her notebook in her lap. Eddie glanced back at her as she studied her carefully written notes. He and Steve shared a fond look between them as Steve started the car.

"So, what'd'ya think, honey?" Eddie asked.

"It was okay," she answered with a shrug. This time Eddie couldn't hold back his laugh. His head fell back against his head rest as his hands crossed over his stomach. Steve only shook his head and signaled a turn onto Central.

"Ya know, kid, dad said the same thing last week," he told her through his giggles.

"The carpets are green, daddy. And the yard was like… dinky. We wouldn't even be able to get a puppy."

"Who said anything about a puppy?" Eddie asked, turning fully in his seat to face her. "Keeping you alive is hard enough, we're not getting a puppy."

Steve sighed from his spot behind the wheel. He reached over and placed a hand on Eddie's knee, a soft smile on his lips. "Come on, babe," he sighed, glancing at Eddie for just a moment before returning his attention to the road. "Let the girl get a puppy."

"Yeah, daddy" Lucy whined. She lifted her sunglasses to rest them on her head, her eyes wide as she jutted her bottom lip forward. "Let the girl get a puppy."

Eddie shook his head, sighing as he shifted to sit properly in his seat. "You two are ridiculous, you know that? Ganging up on me. Two against one isn't exactly fair."

Steve took Eddie's hand in his and pulled it over the center console. Eddie felt his lips curling into a smile when they met the back of his hand. The gesture immediately put an end to the angry, tough facade he was trying to build against them. As the smile broke out across his face he couldn't help but to roll his eyes. Even now, ten years in, Steve still managed to awaken the butterflies in his stomach with the most simple gestures.

The second house was much better as soon as they parked in the driveway. Lucy bounced excitedly to the open gate in the fence. Her jaw dropped dramatically in an excellent impression of Eddie upon seeing the size of the backyard. There was a trampoline in the center of the lawn that Steve had to physically hold her back from. As she pulled out her notebook and flipped it to a fresh page Eddie grinned as he watched her open her purple marker to write "BIG YARD!! WE CAN GET A PUPPY!!!!" Before underlining it four times.

"You wanna see the rest of the house, or are you sold already?" Erica asked with a laugh behind them. Lucy turned to her with a smile and agreed to walk through the house. She had to be fair, after all.

The one problem Lucy found with the house was that the bedroom that would be hers had clearly been a boys room. The walls were pale blue and there were football and Pokemon stickers stuck to them. Two things that did not at all match her purple princess aesthetic. Once Steve reminded her that she'd be able to decorate and paint however she wanted she was excited once again.

They walked through the house quickly. Lucy was too excited to see the yard again to pay much attention to anything else. She pushed the sliding glass door open just a bit too quickly and all but ran outside. There was a concrete patio big enough for some furniture and a grill.

"I could have parties out here!" Lucy squealed.

"Parties?" Eddie asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Who are you having parties with?"

"I have friends," she shrugged.

"Every single day you get more and more like your dad." Eddie groaned. Steve and Lucy shared their "secret" handshake, which consisted of a high five and a series of hand smacks and finger waves.

"So," Erica interjected. "Have you decided? Or do you need to go over your notes?"

Lucy looked back out to the yard in front of her. She imagined a puppy running around. She thought of how much fun the trampoline would be. She looked back at her dads and Erica standing in a group behind her. She took a deep breath before announcing her decision.

"I think we should live here."

It took a few weeks for the paperwork to be drawn up, signed, and filed. It felt like it was all happening in a whirlwind and slow motion all at the same time. The family packed most of their things into boxes that were stacked in the living room of the apartment, waiting to be moved across town. Wayne and Jeff offered up their trucks to move the bigger things. There were many hugs and many more tears shared the day they loaded up their last few boxes and bags of possessions from the small apartment in Miss Dorothy's house.

"Thank you for giving us somewhere to call home for the last ten years, ma'am," Steve said quietly through tears as he hugged her one last time.

"Oh, honey, thank you for keeping this old woman company," she answered. "And you better bring that baby down to Florida to see me come summer break."

"Already marked on the calendar," he told her with a wet smile.

Lucy chose a butterfly theme for her brand new bedroom. Her grandpa took her on a shopping spree at Walmart for decorations while her dads spent the afternoon painting the room the buttery yellow she'd picked and putting together her new bed and dresser they'd gotten for her as a surprise. They were actually brand new, not secondhand or hand-me-down like most everything else she'd had in her short life. They were still using the old furniture that had been Steve's for most of his life, with plans to replace things as they could afford to. But they wanted Lucy to have new things, stuff that only ever belonged to her.

When she and Wayne finally got to the house after their day together she actually jumped onto Eddie, wrapping her arms around his neck as he held her like she was a toddler all over again.

"I love my room, daddy," she told him, her face pressed into his shoulder as she hugged him.

"It's not done yet, princess," he told her as he set her back on her feet. "You still gotta put up all your new stuff. Come on, you and gramps can sure it's what ya picked up."

The family spent the following day putting the finishing touches on Lucy's bedroom. Steve hung the butterfly shaped mirrors she'd chosen with Wayne. Eddie helped Lucy put all of her books into her bookcase that stood against the wall beside her door. She insisted on having stars again, though she argued that she was too old to have them all over. Her galaxy was confined to the inside of the closet that was just large enough for Eddie to stand inside as he hung them for her. By the time they were done Lucy's smile was brighter than any galaxy.

They all missed their old apartment sometimes. They missed the view of the river behind the house. They missed the neighborhood. But more than anything, they all missed Miss Dorothy. They missed their dinners at the large dining room table and her beautiful flowers. She gifted them a small rosebush, pulled straight from that garden just before she left for Florida. It grew big and beautiful every year, its yellow blooms serving to remind them that even with hundreds of miles between them, their family wasn't as separate as they thought. Miss Dorothy was there, right outside the front door.

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This might be my last post for a while again. It I might post in a week. Who knows? Anyway, I loved writing this. I'm trying to make an effort to include more of The Party in my fics, instead of just Steve and Eddie. I hope you all liked my little Erica addition here. As always, I hope you enjoyed this little look into the Munson's lives 🥰🥰🥰

#steddie fanfic #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steddie fluff #steddie dads #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson/steve harrington #eddie munson x steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fluff

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richmondsims · 16 days

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Samantha wasn't Kyle's only employee to grow their family over the past few years. Georgia's brother Gavin had also been through some big changes.. Thankfully his situation meant that he wouldn't be leaving his job as manager of the Bluewater Village shop any time in the foreseeable future. Quite the opposite, he was unexpectedly committed to staying there.

Gavin had reconciled with his estranged wife April a couple of years ago, and she had moved into his little rented house in Bluewater Village.

Kyle figured it wouldn't be long now until Gavin resigned from the shop and moved back to the city. He didn't know how April felt about living in a sleepy little seaside town, but Gavin had made no secret of his ambition to succeed in the business world, and you can't do that from Bluewater Village.

It was a pity - Gavin had been one of the best people to be involved in the bookstores. While little independent shops were closing all over the place and sales of printed books seemed to be in decline, their shops had flourished thanks to his ideas.

It was Gavin who had got their online shop up and running, something Kyle and Cory wouldn't know where to start with. He'd managed their advertising, and encouraged Kyle to 'lean into' the Victorian feel of Bluewater Village.

They were selling many of the same books as the big chains, but somehow having an old cash register and signs in a decorative font makes your business more appealing, at least to tourists - and Bluewater Village had plenty of them.

Kyle waited with some dread for Gavin's resignation, but it never came. The only announcement they got was that of April's pregnancy.

Baby Austin was born the following spring, and Kyle was still waiting...

... but Gavin and April seemed quite content.

When Gavin indicated one day that he needed to talk to Kyle about something work-related and serious, he thought it was finally time. But to his surprise, Gavin wasn't resigning. Instead, he needed proof of income and of employment in good standing, for his bank. He and April were applying for a mortgage to buy a house on the beach, here in Bluewater Village.

The place they had found was large, shabby and neglected. Between her savings and some help from her parents, April had the deposit. Their combined incomes would cover the repayments, with enough left over to gradually restore the place.

Kyle couldn't have been more surprised, especially when Gavin shrugged away talk of his past ambitions as if it meant nothing. Bluewater Village was a great place to raise kids, he said.

The house was right on the beach, with views you don't get in the city

It had a good sized yard, and room to grow vegetables. April and Gavin both loved gardening, and if the soil here was too sandy, that was easily fixed with a few raised beds.

Inside, the house was cosy and comfortable. They redecorated the kitchen first and spent much of their time there as they didn't yet have a usable living room.

There would be plenty of room for a growing family, and this was all the more important now, as Gavin and April were expecting baby number two.

From Kyle - Part 2

Gavin and April got back together via rolling lots of wants for each other. Gavin doesn't seem to care about his career any more and just rolls wants for April, babies, his dog and gardening. So I guess he's happy too.

The Bluewater bookstore is based on this real life shop, in fact the whole of Bluewater Village in my game is based on Greytown, its Victorian beginnings and its revival as a boutique shopping destination. I even have the drive there from the city in mind, when I talk about the winding, hilly road from Richmond to Bluewater Village

#richmondsims #ts3 #the sims 3 #sims 3 story

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petalsfm · 7 months

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if you’re hearing PARANOID by POST MALONE playing, you have to know HUNTER CLARKE (HE / HIM; CIS MAN) is near by! the TWENTY-EIGHT year old LAWN CARE TECHNICIAN has been in denver for, like, THREE MONTHS. they’re known to be quite SECRETIVE, but being ASTUTE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble NICK ROBINSON. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those THE SMELL OF CIGARETTES AND WEED LINGERING LONG AFTER YOU'VE LEFT, THE ECHO OF AN UNFURNISHED APARTMENT, ALWAYS HAVING YOUR ( WIRED ) EARBUDS IN YOUR EARS, THE FEELING OF THE WIND AGAINST YOUR SKIN AS YOU BIKE AROUND TOWN vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the LAKERIDGE DISTRICT long enough!

STATS:

full name : hunter theodore clarke nickname(s) : n / a birthplace : montrose, colorado date of birth : 02 / 14 / 1995 parentage : georgia hansen clarke & jonathan clarke sibling(s) : n / a relationship status : single gender identity : cis man ( he/him ) sexual orientation : heterosexual faceclaim : nick robinson

BACKGROUND: ( tw: emotional abuse, running away, homelessness )

never stays in one place too long. honestly he’s surprised he’s been in denver for 3 months. staying places and making connections isnt really his thing

EMOTIONAL ABUSE TW ! grew up with two parents who had more interest in arguing with each other than raising their own son

hunter was not a bad kid by any means, his parents were simply unfit for their roles. becoming parents at the age of eighteen and twenty-three, they were forced into a shotgun wedding and ended up living in a trailer home. neither of them actually WANTED to be parents-- they didn't want to hear any noise, be disturbed, nor did they want to help him with any problem he may have had-- academic or personal

being the cause of many of their arguments was not good for the young boy. hearing the two scream back and forth about who went wrong in what area of raising their son made it incredibly difficult for him to want to stick around TW END !

so, at the age of fourteen he snuck out in the middle of the night ( with nothing but his birth certificate, social security card, and cash he'd stolen from his parents ) in hopes that everything would just be over

he didn’t have a lot of money and couldn’t officially start working for another two years so he had to improvise. he began going to different neighborhoods and offering to mow the lawns of rich people with yards bigger than his old house. only a few people said yes, but it was enough to keep him afloat for a little bit.

obviously, once that money was gone he had to look for some other way to at least keep eating. as stupid as it sounds, he resorted to stealing phone chargers and selling them / phone parts for cheap. iphones and galaxy’s were really gaining popularity back then so he was lowkey making bank

he hated stealing but you gotta do what you gotta do sometimes

he didn't really have enough money to leave montrose for awhile so he just hung around parts he knew his parents would never go to

the one place he could find solace was at the few churches he could find that left their doors unlocked overnight. he'd grown accustomed to being a light sleeper, but being able to lay down in the pews and just close his eyes gave him some comfort.

eventually, though, with his limited amount of money, he was able to go back and forth between colorado and utah, just finding any place he could work himself into

as he got older he got into stealing more things because it was easier than trying to get a job ( which is almost impossible when you have no address ) and was definitely almost caught multiple times

once he got enough money ( and barely missed getting arrested ) he skipped town and went to las vegas for awhile. he thought it’d be easier because there are so many people there and he could start a new life. however, he ran out of money quick and couldnt find anyone. he’ll tell you he likes and prefers being on his own but he’s really bad at life without a little help / push in the right direction

so he’s back in colorado!! he found his way to denver back in june, which seemed like the perfect time to get back into the lawn care business

honestly now ?? he’s tired of stealing so he’s probably just mowing grass and pulling weeds to stay afloat. it's the easiest job he can picture for someone who dropped out in the ninth grade

he never means to hurt anyones feelings but if it happens it happens

doesn’t really apologize lol hes GARBAGE!

never ??? sees when hes in the wrong ??? nothing is ever his fault.

MISCELLANEOUS / HEADCANONS: ( tw: drug mention )

has never spoken a coherent sentence in his life

he probably gives everybody a fake name. it started at first because he didn't somehow want his parents to catch wind of where he was ( not like they'd care much ), but continued as he grew older just because he feels his real name isn't actually that important to learn

he also never remembers the names he gives people. you could be calling "james !!! james !!!" and he'd have no clue you were calling him fjdhgfdkjgh

speaking of names, he's horrible at remembering other people's names. you will have to tell him a hundred times

definitely owns an iphone 8 he bought off craigslist. was mad as hell he had to buy a dongle to make his wired earbuds usable, but he's never letting the wired earbuds go.

also, definitely doesn't have any numbers saved in his phone. every time he gets a text his automatic reply is "who's this?" even if there's text history

he steals shit and barely has money but he’s definitely the type to flex on these hoes! smh probably goes into an expensive ass store and tries on a watch, takes a selfie with it, then says hes not gonna buy the watch. if u ever ask him abt it he says he lost it or he chooses not to wear it bc time is a social construct.

really bad with feelings. like so bad. he doesn’t know them. has never felt an emotion ever, actually.

the least confrontational man on the planet. he hears a raised voice? he's gone faster than you can say the fake name he's given you. will literally never argue and has never argued in his life.

his most prized possession is his bike, which is the one nice thing he's ever bought for himself. he doesn’t even want a car he really does not. he’s such a fuckin loser but he just loves riding all around denver. new route every day.

the only piece of furniture he owns is an air mattress that lays in the center of the living room in his studio apartment.

probably always wearing a hoodie. he likes looking ~mysterious~ cus hes a LOSER

trying to save up his money for vegas 2.0 but definitely spends it all on cigs and weed LOL hashtag grown man things

#chq;intro #i cant keep re-reading this otherwise ill never post it #emotional abuse tw /#running away tw /#drug mention tw /#homelessness tw /#so uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah

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jesin00 · 4 months

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Thank you for openly admitting that you aren't ashamed to vote for a genocider. Most democrat voters try to hide their support for genocide, so it's nice to see some honesty for a change.

Either you don't understand the situation we are in or you don't understand what "support" means. If withholding my vote cannot lead to the genocide stopping sooner or any lives getting saved, then casting that vote cannot have been "support for genocide" in any way that makes sense.

I expect to vote against Biden in the primary. I expect to vote for any pro-Palestine or pro-ceasefire candidate I can find in the congressional races (both primary and general). If you can vote for anyone on this list of cosponsors of the pro-ceasefire House resolution, or if you can find anyone in favor of a ceasefire in your area's primaries, please vote for them.

As for the general election, I live in a purple state, which means if a Democrat loses in my state, a Republican wins and nobody is surprised about it. Have you heard what the Republicans are saying about Israel and Palestine? Last I checked, the Republicans mostly believe that Israel should completely overrun Palestine, whether to fulfill Biblical prophecy or to rid the world of the Muslims / brown people they hate or both. The Republicans are in fact worse on this issue.

If Biden wins the primary and loses the general election because he lost somewhere like Virginia, Georgia, Wisconsin, or Nevada, nobody will be shocked and the Democrats will probably chalk it up to being "not centrist enough". If you want the Democrats to learn the right lesson from losing a Presidential race in 2024, they need to lose somewhere like California, Vermont, or Massachusetts, ideally while pro-Palestine Democrats win their races in those areas. If you can scare them by putting Barbara Lee (D-CA, voted for ceasefire) into office with ballots where the President slot is blank or 3rd-party, by all means do that.

Also remember there are other actions you can take besides voting! Protests and other sorts of actions are going on in lots of places!

If you want me to sell out myself and my queer friends and family by letting a Republican win in a swing state, you better have a rock-solid plan for how this will actually save lives, and right now I am not convinced you have one.

#us politics #israel palestine conflict

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i love you (always forever) pt. 2

Daryl Dixon x sister!ofc (Ladybug)

Setting: bumblefuck Georgia, doublewide in the woods, Dixon Property. Late June 1996.

Warnings: INCEST, poorly written SMUT, hardcore mackin’, dry-humping, oral (all around & a lot), size!kink (explicit discussion of how big daryl is compared to Lady), public stuff, fingering.

Word count: 7.2k (ish)

A/n: some things to note; Lady is 18, it’s mentioned in part 1 but I feel like I should still say that she’s not underage. Also, I feel like this has some pacing problems (more notes at the end) ?? Stuff that’s italicized in purple is dialogue being said in the movie they’re watching. Good luck guys

18+ mdni

// Part 1 //

I just keep on having all these strange thoughts.

What kind of thoughts?

Just thoughts.

Funny thoughts about you and me.

Tell me.

I couldn't.

They're just thoughts.

They don't mean anything.

Lady, in the face of picking a movie for such an occasion, had put on Blue Lagoon. It was one of momma’s and it wasn’t like she had such a big selection to choose from, just a bunch of made for TV movies momma had recorded and a few tapes Merle had stolen from the video store.

Lady doesn’t understand subtlety anyway.

You’re always staring at my buppies.

Only because they look so funny.

Lady didn’t necessarily like the movie because it was cousins, just the feeling it gave her. She put it on thinking maybe Daryl might feel it too. The lightning coming from inside to throb at the surface.

She’s surprised she’s still even breathing. Knowing he’s just waiting for her to do something. But he’d said… Lady knows the move she has to make is to kiss him. That’s what he’d meant. That's what people do first, before anything else.

Kiss him? Lady’s frozen; how would she even do that? She doesn’t know. Can’t figure out for the life of her what she’d do with her hands, how does she even get closer? What about her legs? Where is everything supposed to go?!

Lady would do it, she’d be on him already, if she could just figure out how.

“Bubba-“ her voice is soft. Too soft for Daryl to hear it.

Daryl’s nursing his 6th beer. Or maybe 7th. He’s getting pretty lost in all of everything that was happening with Lady. Up in his own head in an effort to definitely and absolutely not think about what was happening now. Whatever move Lady was trying to pull here with him putting on this tape. Of all the ones she could have picked.

Daryl’s gone a million miles away. Thinking about what had happened this morning. Again. Staring at the television unblinking as if it were projecting images of her. Lady and her sweet pink lips asking if she could touch him again. Her ass bouncing under her towel. And the way she didn’t even bat an eye when he came on her face. He feels like he’s fucking dying. His insides all twisted up. Gotta be because he knows it’s wrong. Definitely that and not because he really wants to feel her mouth again. Not because he wants to watch this time, and tell her how good she’s doing. Definitely. Not. That.

Kiss me.

You're all sticky.

So what? Kiss me.

Every time he does stop to feel bad about it he remembers that he didn’t even do anything. Lady did. Lady had asked for a kiss goodnight, and Lady had put her hands and her tongue on his cock while she thought he was sleeping. Daryl figures it’s not his fault he can’t stop thinking about what Lady did. With her soft-as-a-kitten hands and her sweet wet mouth. Fuck.

Completely stuck in this loop, he watches it repeat on the TV screen. Forgetting the reason he’d dissociated in the first place, the thing he was gonna be coming back to? Lady; probably definitely obviously wanting to do it again.

“Hey, Bub -“ Lady tries to get his attention one more time. “Daryl!” she claps her hands together so hard her palms burn.

Daryl blinks back to reality. “Huh?” he says it like a shrug.

The pause between getting his attention and what she was about to say is an eternity.

“Can I kiss you?” Lady, feeling so brave and still so so small against how special she knew this memory would be.

Daryl's heart doesn’t skip a beat, his breath doesn’t get caught in his throat. He looks down at the bottle he’s holding, trying not to smile, and shakes his head at her in amusement. He knows that if anyone else had heard what she was asking to do, if Daddy had heard? She’d be getting the whooping of a lifetime right now. But to Daryl it just sounds like something he knew she was gonna say. At least she didn’t say the word cock again, “Why, though? Why d’ya wanna? M’not even a good kisser, Bug. Can’t teach ya nothin’.”

Lady chews on the side of her lip, her head faced directly toward him while her eyes look anywhere else. Thinking of what to say, how to tell him. The words, her feelings, all jumbled up inside and trying to break out. She wants to be flirty and cute and romantic and have the one answer that would take away all his worries and shame and just be the brother she was used to. The one who aided in every scheme or plot or game she was playing. She pleads with her mouth to be fucking smooth. Be glib or flip or cool or sly or something. It’s not. Instead it vomits all her thoughts like she’d been choking on them.

“I was gonna ask if I could practice kissing on you. Ya know? Because I figured then you mighta felt like maybe you oughta. But then that felt too much like lyin’. Cuz I don’t wanna kiss for practice, Dar. I wanna kiss for real.” She stops to breathe, but there’s no second-guessing. “I just don’t understand what’s the big deal? I know it’s not allowed but I want to.” She finally looks at him, her voice serious, “I just want to and I don't get why you don't want to too.”

They both know she’s not just talking about kissing. “Jus’ not s’possed ta, Lay. ‘m s’possed t’keep ya safe.”

Lady looks at him like he’s lost his fuckin’ mind. Where was she ‘unsafe’? He wasn’t making any sense to her. She stands up and chugs the rest of the now warm drink. “You’re not makin’ any damn sense, Daryl, I am safe.”

Lady’s frustrated but she’s not heartbroken. Leaving the fort/living room to go to the kitchen and get another drink. Muttering to herself the whole way out of the room, “Why the fuck wouldn’t I ‘be safe’? What does that even mean? Stupid dumbass horseshit doesn’t even make any fuckin’ sense. Shit. Ass. Shit!”

Sometimes when Lady got real good and mad she’d turn into a little version of Merle. Same way Daryl did when he was angry. Same way Merle turned into a little version of their daddy. When Lady did it though, it wasn’t scary. Just was funny. Lady, so little and so angry and too damn sweet to actually say anything mean. Just strings of curse words and questions to no one.

She opens the fridge with an exaggerated sigh meant for Daryl to hear. Staring at the two wine coolers left, unsure if she actually wants another one. She thinks about what he’d said again. Keep her safe!? It was starting to sound like a lie. She clacks the underside of her knuckles against the fridge door and lets out another noise. A groan or a warble or shiver with a voice. Daryl isn’t sure what she's going on about but it makes him laugh from the other room.

Lady decides against having another wine cooler. instead fixing to steal Daryl’s joint from his pack of smokes and figure out if he was lying about being ‘cross-faded’ or whatever he’d called it. Maybe if she smoked, just a little, she’d be able to figure out the magic words. Lady steps just outside the front door quietly, hoping Daryl would get zoned out again and not come looking.

💕

Daryl’s still sipping at his beer and waiting for Lady to come back. Trying to find his own set of magic words to answer her question. Knowing without any doubt that he’s fucked, absolutely completely totally fucking fucked, the second he stops being able to come up with any reason at all.

💕

Daryl finds Lady sitting out on the front step. Her knees hugged up to her chest, she’s leaning forward and ripping grass from the ground. He opens his mouth to say something but closes it just as fast. Deciding instead to walk down and post up next to her.

Lady moves to make room for him but doesn’t acknowledge him more than that. Daryl feels around on the ground for the roach he knows he’s going to find because he can smell it. Once he does he brings it up to her face, “Ya smoke this?”

“Aliens. Just missed ‘em,” laughing to herself.

He puts the joint between his lips, smiling and feeling for his lighter somewhere in his pockets, “Yer real funny, bug.” His mind’s somewhere else. Doesn’t care that she didn’t listen and smoked the pot after drinking. She was safe. She was always safe.

Daryl takes a drag just a little too long and coughs out the exhale. Passing the joint to Lady while he’s working through it. She takes it, hitting it gently this time, and manages not to cough at all.

They just sit together for a while, watching the moon come out from its hiding place behind the clouds. Lady feels the shimmering faeries all over her skin, in her stomach. She can see them in the moonlight in her brothers eyes.

Lady’s been looking at him. Can’t seem to stop. Just staring at the small space between his jaw and his ear and the curl of hair that didn’t belong there. “You gonna grow it out now that Daddy’s dead?”

He moves his chin in a nod, just barely, “Think so.”

Her hand flits to the spot, taking the same strands she’d been staring at between her fingertips. It had only been a few months but his hair was longer than she’d ever seen it. Daryl moves his head to look at her. He didn’t mean to move in a way that put her fingers just so gently against his cheek, but it was too late.

They share a look in the same way they’d shared the silence - both of them knowing exactly what the other was thinking. Both of them thinking exactly the same thing. Daryl knows what she meant when she said she wanted to kiss for real. That she just wanted to feel it.

Lady and Daryl both move like they’re going to go for it at the same time. Lady stops. Her heart is in her throat and the faeries are buzzing right out of her body. Had she seen that right? Was he really about to?

Daryl doesn't let her hesitation stop him, leaning over and taking her lips with his own the way she’d wanted the first time she’d asked. A real kiss. Slow and passionate and on purpose. He’s in his right mind but he’s not thinkin’. Just doin’.

Lady eagerly returns every move of his lips with her own. Getting acquainted with the feeling and starting to understand the rhythm of it.

Daryl was lying before when he’d told her he wasn’t any good at kissing. He holds her still by the back of her neck, moving into her deeper. Lady opens her mouth the instant she feels his tongue slip across her lip.

One second they’re kissing under the moon; and it’s taboo and it’s ‘wrong’ but it’s almost innocent. Still so sweet, and filled with uncertainty —-

and then their tongues meet.

And they turn into something else.

Lady moans just at the feeling of his wet something touching her wet something. Daryl’s never heard her make a noise like that before and it ignites a new part of him. He needs to hear it again. To feel it again. Lady’s perfect sweet voice coming apart against him.

They’re immeshed. Their mouths moving against and with eachother, deeper and faster and with more everything. Like they were eating eachother alive. Legs knocking together, Lady’s clawing at his shirt and when Daryl moves his other hand around her waist she moans again, shaking.

He pushes his tongue almost all the way to the back of her throat. Even with them closed, Lady can feel her eyes rolling back into her head. Moaning again into his mouth, but this time it comes from somewhere deeper.

His fingers squeeze into her a little harder before he pulls away again. Just lookin’ at her. Eyes closed and trembling. “C’mon.” He pulls on her hand a little to get her attention, all lost in herself.

Lady knows he wants to get inside and probably back to the a/c but she's afraid once this moments over she’s gonna have to try and convince him for 5 more hours to let her do it again, “I don’t wanna go inside, I wanna stay out here kissin’ you.”

“Can kiss insi’, bug.”

She’s beaming, fished her wish and then won the fuckin’ jackpot. “For real?”

“C’mon.” Daryl gets up with Lady right behind. Before now it had always been the other way around.

💕

The second they get to the living room they melt back together. Not even one step past the sheet Daryl grabs her wrist and pulls her into him again. He doesn’t want to wait for either one of them to get stuck up in their heads again. It was too late anyway.

Doesn’t want to think about Lady. Wants to feel her. Needs to beg that tremble from her vocal chords again.

He pulls her down to the bed and on top of him. Helping her place her legs on either side of his hips. Focusing in on how soft her thighs are underneath his fingertips, he squeezes.

Lady pulls back, looking down at his hands so high up her thighs, his thumb dangerously close to her heat. She's beyond comprehending the things he’s making her body feel. A light almost inaudible gasp escapes her as he squeezes again, but that's not what Daryl wants to hear.

Daryl isn't thinking about the fact that Lady's never done any of this stuff before, he's not even thinking about the fact that it's Lady who's ontop of him. It's Lady that he's touching. Sweet little girl Lady, who'd barely even been kissed before just now. He's staring at the space between her thighs. Her tiny sleep shorts riding up her pussy and he can make out every detail through the thin fabric, lips spread and almost spilling out the sides. Daryl forgets for a second where he is, moving his thumb over just an inch, pressing hard into her clit through her shorts.

Lady let's out a surprised cry, her hips bucking forward into him, her body falling down with two hands flat against his chest. Daryl's cock twitches at the sound and Lady feels it right at her entrance. Her head shoots up and all of a sudden they’re looking each other in the eyes. With all the lights on.

In this moment, there's no hesitation. No question of if they should or shouldn't be doing this. The look shared between them is only comfort. Lady, knowing it’s Daryl, knowing he’d never let her do something the wrong way.

And when Daryl sees that blown out sparkle in Lady’s eye? Knows that look. She wants him. And if Lady wants it? Can't be ugly. Just can't.

It's only two seconds, but it's everything.

Lady's mouth is back on Daryl's like it had never left, her tongue pushing through to his the instant they come together. His hands move to her hips, grinding her down into him. She can feel him, hard like when she had seen it pushing through his boxers. Now hard and pushing up into her. The feeling, the thought, groaning into his mouth at all of it.

He does it again. And again and again. Pulling her and pushing her over his clothed length as she assaults his mouth. Her tongue and lips slowly losing rhythm until she moves herself to suck and bite on his neck instead. The noises coming out of her are the most precious he’s ever heard.

Eventually Lady starts moving her hips on her own, and Daryl can feel the bump of her hard clit as she grinds herself on top of him.

Lady’s got one hand behind his neck and the other gripping at the fabric of his shirt like it's going to save her. She’s humping her brother like sometimes she humps her pillow, hips moving in deliberate circles, so close to an orgasm she can taste it. Soft light mews coming from her lips in breaths. She can't look at him, she wants to forget he's even there. She's embarrassed. But she cums anyway.

Cascading through her limbs before tiding back to make room for the shame. Her hips won't stop shaking and she's afraid to look at him.

Daryl’s high on the whole fucking experience. Watching, feeling, hearing Lady come apart ontop of him.

Daryl's going to hell. Knows it and doesn't care. Something about it being his sister is sending him over the fucking edge. Of course it was gonna. Kissing is one thing. Being used for your cock so your little sister can hump you until she cums is something else.

He pulls her up against his body a few inches. Weaving his fingers through her hair to hold the back of her neck, he kisses her forehead. Smiling deviously against her skin, “Y’wanna make me cum again?”

Daryl had only ever been comfortable talking to one girl like that, and that was a real long time ago. But with Lady he didn't have anything to hide or be worried about. Knows she's gonna say yes, knows she'd get mad if he'd wanted to and hadn’t asked her.

Any embarrassment Lady had been feeling is forgotten like she'd never felt it in the first place. She sits up. Looking down at her fingers as they play with the fabric of his tee-shirt all bunched up against his stomach. “With my mouth?” she asks with a coy smile.

“Only f’ya wanna.”

“Well, is that what you meant?” she looks him in the eye, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah, s’what I meant.” he nods, gliding a hand from one thigh, over her stomach, and then onto the other one. His other hand reaching behind her body to squeeze her ass. Daryl’s not worried about being too forward. Not thinkin’, just doin’.

Lady shivers under his touch, his needful hands feel so much better than the ones she'd imagined. Never thought it would feel so much bigger than skin on skin and different kinds of pressure. To be desired? To be touched simply because he wanted to and couldn't help himself — it radiates into her soul.

“I wanna.” She nods with a whisper, moving off of him to sit and wait.

Daryl gets up and falls back into the couch, beckoning Lady over with a nod of his head. As she crawls towards him Daryl’s working on his belt, his button, his zipper, but he’s just staring at her. God, even his ex-girlfriend never looked that desperate to suck his cock.

Lady was chomping at the fuckin’ bit waiting to taste him again. Sitting between his legs, staring. Waiting. He finally works himself free, and Lady is melting into a puddle of drool. She sits up on her knees to get closer, but Daryl’s stroking himself slowly and she’s never seen something so…

With Daryl leaned back and looking at her like that, doing that. She’s never seen anything so fucking hot. Doesn’t even have another word to describe it. So. Fucking. Hot. So goddamn fucking hot that it rewires her brain chemistry.

Daryl smirks, which to Lady just makes it hotter, he can’t believe she’s watching like this. He can’t believe how much he’s getting off on her watching. Never did this in front of a girl, not even his ex-girlfriend, and they’d done everything.

“S’what? Don’ wanna use tha’ mouth yet?”

She shakes her head quickly, but her eyes are fixed, “I do, I do.” She opens her mouth like she’s gonna keep talking but closes it. Daryl notices the way her eyes go big and seem to sparkle when he gets to the bottom of his stroke. He holds himself around the base and lets the full heavy length of his cock wave back and forth.

Lady’s so turned on that the, “Holy shit,” she’s thinking tumbles out of her mouth and into the air.

Daryl, with his fingers still firmly gripping around the base, directs himself down toward her. His cockhead only centimeters from her open mouth. “A’least spit on it, bug.”

She’s so mesmerized, she doesn’t look up, “For real?”

“For real, gimme a good one like I taught ya.”

She haucks a good one right on the tip, only an inch away from her mouth. He pulls himself up and out of her immediate reach again, using her spit to coat his aching appendage. Daryl wasn’t really jerking off, just showing off for Lady. Honestly? He was torturing himself.

Now, covered in wet saliva, Lady can see every glimmering detail. Every ridge and vein and he’s holding himself tight again, it’s so fucking big. “Is everyones this big?”

Daryl gives an unexpected laugh, “S’not tha’ big, bug.”

She reaches her hand out and wraps her fingers around him, just above his hand. Daryl groans at the feeling of her. She’s trying to figure out if she can close her hand around him, but apparently she can’t, “Look, Dar, my fingers don’t even touch.”

“Fuck,” the word comes out just like the groan. Lady likes hearing Daryl like this. All a mess because of her.

She smiles before biting her lip, “It’s thicker than my wrist, bubba.”

“Is it?” He asks her, with a playful smirk. He only asked to get her to prove it. When she lets go of his erection to hold her wrist next to it for comparison Daryl grabs her grabs her hand. Pulling her arm up by her palm he measures his dick next to the length of her forearm. Jesus fucking goddamn Christ.

Lady, after being thrown off by him grabbing her like that, just gawks. They’re the same fucking size. His cock and her whole fucking forearm. “What the fuck?!”

“‘m big n’all but Lady, yer little.” He lets her have her arm back but she’s still just holding it up next to him trying to figure it out. How was that ever gonna fit inside her?

“It didn’t look that big this morning.”

“Don’ gotta be scared. F’ya wanna stop, we can.”

“No! No,” she puts her hand back around him, “don’t wanna stop.”

Daryl’s hand is right below hers, he starts to move up on himself hoping she’ll follow. She does, placing her pinky over his index finger as they both start to jerk him off together. Lady’s not using nearly enough pressure, so he moves his hand from below hers to around. Squeezing her fingers tighter, moving her hand faster than they’d been.

Daryl starts to finally feel it building, getting closer to an orgasm than he’d been all night. His eyes close for only a few seconds before he hears and feels Lady spit on his cock again.

“Fucking christ, bug.” He says, looking down at her. Sitting up on her knees with her lips spread just waiting for him to put it in her mouth. He guides himself, in her hand, to her outstretched eager tongue.

Lady just watches it get closer until she can devour him. Not like this morning, she laps at him with no abandon. Licking and sucking at his head like she was making out with it. Daryl’s eyes keep closing at the feeling, and he keeps opening them to watch.

Fucking beautiful. Absolutely perfect. She doesn’t know a damn thing about sucking a cock and it shows. Still feels like heaven, still’s gonna make Daryl bust a fat one. Can feel it, he’s just about to, and then Lady takes his whole head in her mouth while looking up at him at the same time.

“Fuck, Lady. M’gonna.”

She knows what he means, but why was he telling her? Was she supposed to stop? She doesn’t, instead she takes him even further into her mouth, eyes flicking back up to his again.

Daryl and Lady are completely locked onto each other as he cums down her throat.

Lady could feel it happening before it happened, his cock getting even harder before it pulsates between her lips.The first shot goes to the back of her throat, making her gag, but she stays put. Taking all of it.

Daryl watches Lady doing her best to swallow it. Coming to terms pretty quickly that he came down his sister's throat. The fact that it was while looking in her fucking eyes is a little harder. He puts himself away before joining her on their bed. Laying her down on his chest while they both stare at the ceiling.

“Didn’t have ta swallow it.” He tells her.

“I wanted to.”

“Did good, bug.”

“I know.”

He laughs, his rumbling chest shaking Lady’s head slightly, “Oh? Y’know? How’s that?” She didn’t do that good.

“Shit, Bug, fuck. Jesus christ ‘m gonna cum.” She makes groans and grunts in between curses.

“Alrigh’, quit it.” He regrets asking.

Lady sits up to rewind the tape and Daryl stands to turn the lights off. Meeting back in bed, Lady curls up into him, and they both finally manage to fall asleep.

💕

For about a week Lady and Daryl do that night on repeat. Drinking a few drinks, smoking a little pot, making out while Lady humps him until she cums, and then Daryl sits on the couch and Lady sucks him off.

She’s gotten better at it. A lot better and real fast. Daryl had to show her a couple things, but he didn’t count it as teaching her. Just showing her how. Doesn’t know why he thinks they’re different, but one felt dirty and the other one didn’t. Didn’t wanna ‘teach’ Lady anything. Just wanted to experience it with her.

Lady didn’t need much showing how anyway. She’d picked up the sucking part, using both hands, her tongue and her lips. She’s started using her cheeks and her throat too.

Today Lady had asked Daryl if she could blow him while they drove around town. He’s got his keys in his hands before she even finishes asking.

💕

Lady’s laying down on her stomach across the bench seat of the truck, feet kicked up in the air, Daryl’s cock lolling out of her mouth as she lays her head on his thigh to look at him.

Daryl glances down for a second to see her hand holding his length flush against his leg, mouth around the head of him, suckling his cock like it’s a lollipop.

At least once a day Daryl’s sure he’s witnessing the hottest thing he’ll ever see in his whole life. He pulls over onto the side of the road. Lady’s been at this for 10 minutes and he could probably last longer but he doesn’t want to.

She doesn’t move while Daryl parks the truck. She’s learned to recognize the look on his face, and how it meant she was doing just exactly the right thing. She’s still laying on his thigh, one hand on his cock to keep it pointing down and into her mouth while she sucks just the tip of him off, swirling her tongue all around.

Daryl throws the truck in park. Looking down, he grabs her head with both hands, pulling her just barely off of his thigh so he can move his hips. With both feet planted to the floor and his back against the seat he starts fucking into the back of her throat. Her cheeks stretching out around the girth of him made all the more explicit by the light of day. She starts making that noise again. Daryl pulls Lady off of him by both sides of her head, a string of saliva still stuck to his dick goes with her, glinting in the sunlight.

At least once a day Daryl’s sure he’s witnessing the hottest thing he’ll ever see in his whole life, “Why d’ya like it like tha’?”

She’s staring at him with wide eyes, her voice small, “Whad’ya mean?” If Lady could have it her way she’d live with his cock in her mouth.

“When ‘m rough. When ‘m doin’ the work.”

“Never liked workin’, Daryl.” She goes to move herself back to him, but he holds her head still.

“Lay, no. Wanna know why.” But Daryl can tell by Ladys expression that she doesn’t even know. “Figure it out.”

He lets go of her gently, allowing her to go back to doing whatever she wanted to be doing with him. Daryl puts the truck back in drive, figures he’d give Lady some more time doing her new favorite thing.

💕

“Y’good, bug?” Daryl leans down over her shoulder to ask. They’re walking the farmers market. Not some nice fancy fruit and veggies stand, the farmers market. Everyone and their momma trying to sell old tape collections and knick-knacks like it’s a permanent yard sale. As Lady was walking in front of him he’d noticed her moving around all funny. Doing an uncomfortable dance to readjust something without anyone noticing.

“Shuddup.” She hisses back at him, an unmistakable blush spreading across her cheeks.

This just spurs him further, he skips a step to be right up against her, “Wha’s goin’ on in yer pants?”

She stops and turns around to face him, their bodies so close but not touching. Lady takes a quick look around, there’s a bunch of people nearby, walking right past them, but no one’s looking at them.

She sighs, reaching down into her shorts before pulling her hand out and putting it in Daryl’s face. So coated in her own slick that it stretches to fill the area between her fingers when she moves them apart. Daryl wonders if he could blow a bubble with it, and then immediately pushes her hand back down and looks around to see if anyone else had watched her do that.

Seeing that no one’s caught them at the very same time he feels it, his own hand, now covered in her.

Daryl had been losing his fucking mind over her. Her down there. Her pretty pussy that he hasn’t gotten to see or taste or feel. Yet. He’s not ever gonna push her to do something, he’s not even gonna ask her. She’s the one that’s gotta ask for it. That’s gotta want it. So it can’t be ugly.

Lady’s looking at him, waiting for some kind of reaction, til Daryl lifts his arm with a smile and a nod. Aggressively and publicly sucking on the side of his hand. The bit between his wrist and his pinky and part of his palm, all coated in sticky perfect sweet Lady. He looks down at her with a grin before walking away, knowing she’d follow.

She’s on his heels, grabbing his wrist as he weaves through the crowd. Lady pulls hard on his arm to get him to stop moving right when they’re in the thick of it. People bumped up on every side, Daryl turns back to face her and Ladys right up against him, hugging him and pulling his hand between them. Pushing him down the front of her pants, she spreads her legs and urges him further by his forearm.

It happens so quickly Daryl can’t even react at first. His hand just pressed against her. Soft, and warm, and so wanting. Her cunt was so wet and running down her legs it knocked the wind out of him. So wet his fingers slip right through her delicate folds and rub right up against her clit and her hole at the same time. Lady reacts with buckled knees, holding on to his arm for stability. Her eyes closed and her body shuddering around his hand.

He pulls back out just as quickly, righting Lady to stand up straight. He doesn't look around to see if anyone's watching, just takes his wet fingers and slowly puts them against and past her parted lips.

Time seems to stand still, eyes locked on each other, Daryl's fingers edging deeper into her mouth. And then someone bumps into Lady, her body rocking forward and into her brother's larger frame. Wrapping his arm around her, he starts pulling her back through the market. Ending up along the fence that bordered some woods. Thick and on a decline, Daryl knows no one will see them back here.

Lady doesn't know the plan, but she's too turned on to care. So burning up that even the tall grass itching at her skin feels like little lightning kisses.

It's not long before Daryl decides they've gone far enough. He pushes Lady up against a tree, just looking down at her while he tries to catch his breath. She’s looking between them, starting to mess with his belt before he stops her with one hand, “Thinkin' ya migh’ lose yer min’ soon if ya don' jus’ ask.”

She lets go of his belt, keeping her hands in his, “...ask what?”

“Fer me ta touch ya, bug. Yer so fuckin’ wet I don' know how yer still walkin’ around.”

She blushes, and tries to get out of his grip on her against the tree. Daryl lightens up a bit but doesn't let her go, “are ya always like tha’?” he asks.

She looks toward his chest instead of up at him, biting the side of her lip while nodding gently, “I mean, yeah….”

“Need ya ta ask, bug.”

“Why?” She finally looks up at him, genuinely confused.

“Cuz. Gotta be you tha’ wants it.”

“You don't want it?”

“‘nough ta ask.” He tries to clarify but she still doesn't completely understand. Daryl shakes his head, “Forget it. Jus’ cuz, Lay. Cuz I said.”

She nods, scanning the ground next to them like it has the words to put together, “I don't know what to ask for, Dar.” She puts her hand against his chest, “I want it all.”

Daryl smiles, can't help it, Lady doesn't even know what to ask for so she sucks his dick in wanton misery for a week and then when she finally does ask it's to go all the way. Lady fucking would.

“Lay, ‘m not fuckin’ ya fer the firs’ time out in the fuckin’ woods behind the market. Jus fuckin’ ask me ta touch ya b’fore I take ya home instead.”

“Touch me.” She says it before he's finished talking.

Daryl's on her in an instant. Overwhelming her mouth with his own, finally letting his hands feel her everywhere.

He starts at her breasts, which he's already touched over her clothes but never underneath, never pinching and rolling her nipple between his two fingers before now. Her gasp ebbs into a moan as he continues to squeeze and prod at her.

Daryl leans back, breaking his assault on her mouth to pull up her shirt and assault her there instead. But once he's got his eyes on her exposed skin he just stops. His hand coming up to grab at her again, cupping the small soft mound of flesh with his whole hand. Watching as his thumb brushes over her nipple, hard and pink and perfect. He traces his fingers down her stomach, rubbing his free hand over his dick.

Daryl's fingers come to rest at the hem of her shorts, looking up at her before pulling the waistband down past her hips, then onto the ground.

Lady just watches, letting her body sway with the pull of her clothing being removed. Steadying herself with her hand on his shoulder to keep from falling over. Daryl feels her hand, and for some reason it makes him want to stay down there. Hadn’t been planning on it, was just gonna touch her with his hands. He figures touching with his tongue is still just touching, and she’d already asked for that.

Besides, Lady puts her mouth on him all the time. Still, Daryl looks at her before he does, leaning in and peering up. Making it obvious what he was silently begging permission for. Lady meets his eyes, responding to his request by stepping one foot out of her shorts and spreading her legs.

His face buries up and into her, licking every spot around her pussy. Her thighs and all the strings of her mess, his tongue taking large swathes up each side of her lips. Lady’s legs are already shaking so much that both her and Daryl realize she’s not going to be able to stay standing on her own.

“S-sorry.” She squeaks.

“S’okay, bug, just don’t know where to put ya.”

On your cock, she thinks. Lady’s brain can only think about his cock. How she knows it’s hard and in his pants and not in her mouth. Sure, Daryl’s mouth on her feels good, but it’s not the same.

“Just want you inside, Dar.” She’d been good at just dealing with the ache, it seemed to ease when he was in her mouth. Even though it wasn’t what her body needed, she guesses it’s close enough.

She's not looking when he invades her hole. One finger, and she’s shaking and shivering and every muscle in her body tenses up.

Daryl goes to pull out and Lady scrambles to hold his hand where it is. He huffs a laugh, “Shit, Lay, was gonna put it back in again.”

She’s not listening, her ears ringing, her vision whitehot and blinding. Daryl pulls out of her only to stand up. Lowering his head down to take her lips. And like it was every time Lady and Daryl kissed, they’re ignited. More than before. Everything seems to escalate their desperate need for each other. Their want, their desire itself, seemed to feed its own flame.

Daryl’s hands are at her naked hips, Lady’s losing herself in his mouth. She hadn’t realized that she’d put her feet together until Daryl’s hand pushes between her thighs and moves her legs apart again. He pushes his finger back into her, breaking their kiss and pulling a moan out with it. He pulls his finger out slowly, not all the way, before pushing back in again, just feeling her warm walls clenching tightly around his finger. He can’t stop himself from adding another. Wants to stuff her full and change her whole fucking life.

She groans and he presses himself against her body, fucking his two fingers into her as deep as he can reach. Daryl makes sure she’s braced tight between himself and the tree, pushing against her hard to keep her still, before he curls his two thick digits inside of her. His fingertips petting the so-soft spongy part of her, they don’t stop even as her back tries to arch her right off the tree and onto the ground.

Daryl peels her from the bark, keeping my her up with his knees bent so she can reach her arms to wrap around his neck and hold on. He keeps moving his fingers hard against her g-spot, that groan coming out between gasps and other moans and yelps and every beautiful sound Lady could make.

Daryl leans Lady back into his arm, still assaulting that spot with his fingers but instead of curling them into her he starts moving his hand back and forth inside her with his shoulder and forearm. Pulling and pushing, the sound of her cunt squelching into the air, the sopping sounds getting audibly wetter.

Lady leans back so far in Daryl’s arm that he decides to just place her onto the ground. Hadn’t wanted to do that, but it’s too late. Lady, on the ground naked from the tits down and looking up at him like she doesn’t even believe what she’s feeling is real. “Please.” She whines, Lady’d never asked like that before.

He wishes he could fuck her in the woods, even if it was gonna be her first time, but he just can’t. “M’gonna, jus’ lemme look atchya.” He’s squatted down next to her, rubbing his rough palm all over her blushing naked skin.

“You can look when we get home for as long as you want, please, Daryl.” There she was saying it again. Begging him. Lady can’t take it, the cool ground feels refreshing against her flushed body, but the heat is coming from inside and Daryl was right. Lady was close to losing her damn mind.

Daryl watches her writhing in front of him for a beat longer than he needs to. Can’t help it, definitely sure this time that this is the hottest thing he'll ever see in his whole life. Lady's bare body all down in the sticks and dirt with her legs spread. Her messy pussy swollen and red and waiting for him.

He puts his hand down on her chest, running his fingers along her skin so lightly. So barely there. Lady trembles, closing her eyes at the feeling, her back arching off the ground, “Please.” She begs again, grabbing onto his arm and trying to push it between her legs.

Daryl shakes her hands off his arm and continues to kneed at her breast. Grabbing hold of it harshly before bringing his mouth down to lick flat long purposeful strokes into her nipple.

Her eyes wide as she raises her head to look down. Her tit in his hand is lewd. The nipple filled out with fat and puffy, she watches until he completely envelopes her between his lips. The wet muscle of his tongue flicking deep into her nerves, her whole body starts spasming underneath of him.

And then it's. Oh, it's everything. Lady is on fire from the inside again, like when she hit Daryl's pot the very first time and she'd turned into a rabid dog. And now she's feral in heat in the woods, her desperate cunt being filled by her brothers thick fingers and she burns. Burns so hot and alive it rips through her body in screams that Daryl's never heard before. Don't think Lady's ever made before.

She's primal. Screaming and moaning and panting and falling apart. Faeries burning alive and singeing every inch of her soul on the way out.

As she's coming down, Daryl easing his fingers out of her, a high pitched whistle cuts through the air.

6’ tall and dirty. Hairy and sweaty. Roughneck. 20 feet away and just staring at them. Daryl moves quick to cover Lady up as she scrambles her top down and back to her shorts by the tree.

“Fuck off.” Daryl calls back flipping him the middle finger, while Lady wrestles her shorts on. The man just watches, doesn't do anything else. Watches as Lady and Darly hurry away and out of the woods.

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Lady scoots over on the bench seat as they roll down the road back to their house. She goes to put her hands on his lap but he moves them away.

“What's wrong?”

“Know tha’ guy.”

“So?”

“Wha’ if he knows you?”

“He doesn't.”

Daryl nods, using his free hand to grab a smoke. Lady helps him light it and they drive home in silence. Lady, curled up next to him. Daryl, a million miles away worrying, for the first time, that maybe he shoulda said no. To the drive, to touching her, to what they were doin’. To all of it.

Didn’t think before now how maybe it could hurt Lady. How if anyone found out…

Cursing himself to hell and not back because he doesn’t deserve it. Shouldn’t have taken her out in them woods like that. Not the same as their woods. Those woods don’t know shit about keepin’ secrets.

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A/n: I also cringe so hard when “bust a fat one” but it's Daryl and it's 1996 and I just. It just is, okay? It's in the middle of some of his internal shit and IT just IS. (I wanted to delete it so many times but I can't. I've come to terms with it, so should you. pls)

As far as pacing… this type of relationship takes buildup and I couldn’t figure out where to cut down. Like I took out about 1k in the first “scene” and it still feels like it’s dragging to me but I also feel like I’ve read it too many times to know. Also the smut parts… I feel this need to detail and describe and it’s probably overboard but when I’m reading fic I find myself always wanting more of that so idk. Maybe it’s too much? Idk I’m new I’ll figure it out.

Ty for reading 💕💕💕

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Secrets of the pitch part 7

I run out of the room, past everyone, and to my car. Georgia and Lucys screams are still in my head. I just want it to stop please stop

Sitting in the car, trying to get my breathing under control, I feel my phone start ringing. Mi Amor picking it up. Lucy's voice rings from the other side. "Y/N, where are you?"

"I'm in the car. Lucy, make it stop. Please make it stop."

Hearing a door open from the other side of the phone, my voice breaks. When I go to reply, "The screaming." Hearing her take a deep breath, "I'll be the one in a moment; amour tries to breathe for me." Not even a moment later, the car door opens. Lucy kneels down and pulls me out of the car into a hug. "You're ok, we all are; we're not there anymore; we're safe; you're safe."

The damp floor hit me in the face as the man pushed me onto the floor. What is happening? The last thing I remember is going to the bar and going to the toilet. Looking around the room, I'm in a room that can't be bigger than the 5-foot wall to the wall and the 6-foot wall to the ceiling. The smell of mold fills my nose as I look around the room to see if there is anything I missed. I see a camera in the top left corner, pointed directly at me. Where are the girls? What's happening? Where are we?

"Y/n look at me. You need to breathe for me." pacing my hand on Lucy's head where the faint scar is, "I'm sorry for last night you didn't let me finish Lucy. I'm going back to Manchester to sell the house, then I'm going to stay in London for a bit. I never want to leave you, Lucy. It's just that I cannot be here. I want to still play Lucy. I really do so badly, but I can't and I can't be here and not play. I'll be back, but when I announced it, I just can't be here and not play. Barcelona was my dream, and now that dream is gone."

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The album art from Maggie's shop

Presented entirely without comment. Do with these what you will.

Oslo Revival

Come On Over to Our Third Floor Apartment

We’re Having a Party

Just For You

Four In A Bed

Have This Drink

It Doesn’t Taste Weird

We’ll Take Care Of You

We Love You

You’re One Of Us Now

Together Forever

Disguises

Carol and her hat

The bicycle

Memories of a windchime

Lunch

Who am i today

Make me cry

Peggy asked for her jumper back

It’s raining in my kitchen

You cast a spell on my wife

Running into danger

Transcending the patriarchy

Plumbing

A dozen eggs (too many)

Someone New in the Bedroom

Better Together

No track listings

Kubasulu

Great White Lies

Fishy Business

Fluent in Shark-asm

Vanish into Fin-air

Gettin’ Chummy

You’re Gill-ty

No-fin Left to Lose

I Chews You

Sweating in the City

No track listing

Rat Kieth

Look at This Mountain

The Mountain I climbed

Assorted Wailing Cries of Peril

I Ate Some Berries (Shouldn’t Have Done That)

What Happens on the Mountain Stays on the Mountain

I See It in My Dreams

Soiled Leaves and Soft Bark

Don’t Touch the Mushrooms

Huddle for Warmth

My Map Blew Away

This Is My Home Now

Finally Rescued

A Dog in God’s Hot Car

Chem Trails

Raga Kobot

Earth, Swallow Me Whole

Why Can’t I Just Stay In Bed?

Sighing Loudly

No One’s Going to Lunch

I’m Hungry But I Don’t WAnt to Eat Alone

I Wonder What’s On the Menu Today

Probably Something Mediocre

I’m Tired

It’s Friday

I Wish It Would End

Just Sounds 2.0

Falling Coin

Stubbed Toe

Oops!

Rice in a Bowl

Spoon Clang

Gagging

Crinkled Paper

Bad Alphabet

Winded

Deaf Dust

Change the Lightbulb

Cartwheels in Mexico

This cinnamon candle

Hold me

Let go

Who wait’s for us?

Awesome

The basement’s pretty dark

Broken Bulb

Stairway to your Mum’s house.

Snapshots From the Moon

Randa Ransom

Doin’ It in the Dust

Hard on the Rocks

Ridin’ The Horizon

Tall Drink of Water

Wear My Hat

Call My Name

Let Me Use A Saddle

Just Us in the Dust

I’m Lost and I Don’t Speak the Language

Lost in Tokyo

WHat’s that shop selling?

Sex Dolls (Self-Assembly)

Where’s the bathroom?

This Toilet is Singing

More Sex Dolls

There’s a Cafe for Cats

I Want to Go Home

What’s Home in Japanese?

Take Me Anywhere Taxi Man

The Answer May Surprise You

Georgina O’Georgia

Gorgeous in Georgia

Oh George, you’re gorgeous

It’s Georgia with a G!

Get your hands off my hair

Yes, that’s my real name

Spur Of The Moment

The Walking Shambles

Long Strides

Moira Walbrook

Getting Darker Seeing the Light, Vol. 4

Au Revoir Fingers

Red Eye Smiles

Stupid Teeth

Lateral Incisor

Rosanna Koson

Skinny Dipping

Sheila Sims

International Tour Live Recording, London 2015

Kobie Conroy

A Single Malt and a Good Woman

Alexandru Wainright

Flying Birds and Chem Trails

Izabelle McLaughlin

Singing in my Sleep

Allison Hut

Symphony No. 4 - Soprano, Recorded Performance with the Silver City Players

Milli LeBlanc

Set me on fire

Antoine Balynska

It’s Been a Long Night

I can’t wait to take my shoes off

Slip into the bath

Read a good book

Have a watery nap

Grab my jammies

Curl up in bed

Press my head into the pillow

Fall asleep forever

The Silver City Players

Climbing the mountain of God

My first-born is yours, O Lord

Prayers for supper

Fishing Rodney

Small Pond

CT Bazz

Locking up and looking down

No track listing

Dank Balaclava

No track listing

Moshe Redman

Up close and personal

Michelle Kolov

Layers

Hamid Moon

Sea Songs

One day I started floating

Got lost in the waves

Didn’t bring a paddle

Been here for three weeks

Can’t see land

There’s little hope left

Rehan Yu

Neon Dreams 2.0

Late night madness

Last orders

Stumbling

The night tube

Falling asleep

Waking up in Vauxhall

The night tube (remix)

Giving up at Wood Green

Walking alone

I dropped my phone

Shitty kebab

Restless sleep in a bush

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thatsonemorbidcorvid · 2 years

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As a mysterious new virus spread across the globe and outrage over police violence spilled into the streets, Stone Mountain resident Renee Walters spent 2020 in a state of growing isolation and shock. Her distress gave way to depression as the year wore on and fears about her family’s safety consumed her.

“What can I do [so] that my son won’t have to be a hashtag?” she wondered.

Across town, her church friend Ashley Scott was experiencing similar feelings. After several therapy sessions, Scott was convinced she was suffering from racial trauma — the symptoms similar to post-traumatic stress disorder that result from major or repeated experiences of racism.

More than ever, they found themselves questioning if there was a place in America where they, as Black women, could feel safe, supported, and free.

An answer started to appear when Walters came across a news headline: “You Could Buy an Entire Town in Georgia for the Price of a Luxury Apartment in NYC.”

Joined by another friend, Laura Riley-Cooper, the women drove more than two hours south from their metro Atlanta homes to Toomsboro, a central Georgia town of fewer than 400 residents. They knew nothing about this region of their state: Wilkinson County, a rural area that is 38 percent Black. Still, they wanted to see if this was a place — with its “40 acres of land and 36 parcels of property” — where they might be able to create a safe haven for themselves and their friends.

After attending the open house for the town of Toomsboro, the group decided not to purchase the property, Walters said. The price had increased to $2.3 million because of the attention brought by the viral posts about its sale. Instead, they had developed an attachment to a nearby 97-acre plot in unincorporated Wilkinson County.

“It just felt like this [was] ours. We took ownership as soon as our feet hit the ground,” Walters said, noting that land cost “significantly less” than what they would have spent purchasing Toomsboro. She envisioned developing the space into a pro-Black community.

On the drive home, the women began calling friends to pitch them on the idea of collectively purchasing the land. This wasn’t the first time the serial entrepreneurs had gone into business together — they had joined a number of multilevel marketing companies together, Walters said — but it would certainly be their biggest undertaking to date.

Nineteen families total agreed to join their effort. The planned settlement grew to 502 acres. And Scott came up with a name for the community: Freedom.

Building a town from scratch

Eventually, the founders want the Freedom settlement to obtain a charter and become a city, though they don’t plan to begin that process for another three to five years. First, they need to recruit at least 200 residents, attract business owners, and conduct a feasibility study on the community’s strategic plan, Riley-Cooper said. Then they plan to make a formal request to have their city charter approved by the Georgia Congress.

The women are fundraising through campaigns on GoFundMe and IndieGogo. Their GoFundMe has amassed more than $110,000, which they say helped fund temporary electric poles, a well and well-water pump, and clearing of 5 acres of land, among other things.

The founding group of families have financed the purchase of the original 97 acres and have secured a “substantial” hard money loan for the additional 400 acres, Scott said. Hard money loans typically are very high-interest loans used to purchase investment properties. Lenders generally use the property as collateral instead of relying on the borrower’s creditworthiness.

Freedom’s founders plan to develop and sell the land to residents in phases, Riley-Cooper said. The first phase includes 13 parcels of 6 acres each, which the founders hope to sell at $55,000 per plot to residents who will build homes or businesses on the settlement. Once they’ve paid down their loan, the women hope to secure a construction loan to build out 10 acres for a mixed-use development. This process will likely take years to complete.

They also hope to purchase about 700 acres of land to connect their two current parcels, which are separated by less than a mile connected by a roadway, Scott said.

Purchasing undeveloped land in an unfamiliar county is a huge risk, and a few people were immediately against joining the collective when they first pitched the idea to friends back in 2020, Scott said. But some were immediately on board, including Kevin James.

James, a Trinidadian immigrant who lives in Marietta, said he had been looking for a “close-knit community” when Scott approached him with the initial plans for Freedom. The two had been friends for years and had envisioned creating a similar community on a smaller scale in metro Atlanta. They dreamed about pooling their money to buy land and share a whole cul-de-sac with friends.

A self-proclaimed “city boy,” James admits the idea of purchasing land in Wilkinson County took him out of his comfort zone. But, like Scott, he was encouraged to establish an environment that felt safer for him and other Black families following the police violence that received national attention in 2020.

James, who is single with no kids, joined the founders on the initial loan and plans to use Freedom as a second home. But he admits that he had a few heated discussions with people and even lost a friend over his decision. The friend worried that some would interpret the pro-Black community as a separatist mission, James said.

“He thought I was crazy for even engaging in something like this. His view on BIPOC here in America is ‘keep your head down …’” he said, using an acronym to refer to “Black, Indigenous and people of color.” “He was just baffled as to how I would be a part of something so public. And something called Freedom at that.”

A legacy of Black settlements

Freedom would become the latest in a long history of Black American settlements. In 2015, the Historic Black Towns and Settlements Alliance was created by five communities — Grambling, Louisiana; Mound Bayou, Mississippi; Eatonville, Florida; Hobson City, Alabama; and Tuskegee Institute, Alabama (where the HBCU remains) — with the hopes of preserving that legacy. The group has since grown and now represents between 50 and 70 towns and settlements at any given time, according to spokesperson Tanya Debose.

Most of those towns and settlements were established post-Civil War, Debose said.

“People never think about where their ancestors [went] after being freed. One of the things we know now is there was a lot of racial terror going on after emancipation. They had to huddle in spaces where they felt safe.”

Some of those spaces became actual communities and ultimately were incorporated, she added.

The residents “were able to not just be a settlement of formerly enslaved people — they actually incorporated,” Debose said. “They wanted to own their own sovereignty and create their own community and identity.”

Debose believes anyone hoping to establish a new Black settlement today could benefit from knowing what made previous places succeed or fail. As a fifth-generation descendant of the people who created Independence Heights in Texas, that history is personal to her. According to Debose, about 600 residents decided to create their own municipal city after struggling to obtain running water and paved streets from the city of Houston. She says after the stock market crash in the 1920s the city was unable to repay a loan to Houston. The city of Independence Heights folded as a result. Today, it’s a community within Houston.

Some universities and organizations have started to create databases of historically Black towns to preserve their stories, and the Historic Black Towns and Settlements Alliance hopes to create its own interactive map and database soon, too.

Hurdles to Freedom

Walters, Scott, and Riley-Cooper admit they have more work to do to ensure Freedom can become real and thrive. For one, there are questions about how a town that was founded as a safe haven for Black people will handle policing when beliefs on crime and safety vary widely among Black Americans.

“While we don’t necessarily want to have [a] big policing [presence], we live in a county that already has a sheriff’s department that we [will] pay taxes toward. When something happens, we expect our sheriff’s department to come and lock somebody up and take them away,” Scott says. “At the same time, we expect our citizens to carry a gun and know how to protect themselves. We are very much advocates for our Second Amendment rights.”

James says accounting for varying opinions has been the biggest challenge, even among the initial group of 19 families.

“Working that out has been the biggest challenge but we are all under the same philosophy that everything is not mapped out to the ‘T,’” he said. “We’ll learn as we go along.”

While there are a lot of logistical plans still to be made, there’s also room for joy. James got lost the first time he drove to Freedom (“there’s a certain point on the way to Freedom where it’s like the point of no return,” he said), but he’s planning to head back to the settlement this month for the annual Juneteenth celebration.

Last year’s “campout” event for the holiday was attended by more than 150 people and included activities for kids, live performances, and a fireworks display.

The founders expect the same turnout this year, though Scott said they’re cutting back costs, focusing on local artists, and adding more Indigenous history to the event.

“It won’t just be singing, rappers, dancing, and barbecuing but have some more cultural depth,” she says. Freedom also hosts other events throughout the year, including a campout that allows attendees to participate in archery, fishing, and outdoor yoga.

The attendance of these events also helps show that Freedom can be an asset to Wilkinson County, Scott says.

“They are just excited that people are interested in little ol’ rural, two-hour-away-from-Atlanta Wilkinson County,” she said. “There’s benefits for them because most people don’t look that far south of Atlanta for opportunities.”

Jewel Wicker is the editor-at-large at Capital B Atlanta and a freelance reporter covering entertainment and culture. Her work has appeared in Billboard, GQ, Atlanta magazine, and the New York Times.

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