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grandlinedreams · 1 day

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|| welcome fellow Ghoul fuckers ily

|| notes: sequel to [this], got nothin' to really say beyond reader and Cooper make the most fucked up implied pseudo parents for Lucy lmao, Canon somewhat compliant, post s1, gonna have to wait for the prequel meeting dic to know why reader knows Coop's whole name

|| warnings: weapons supplier!reader, Canon typical gore/violence, something something save a horse ride a cowboy, NSFW ㅡ fingering, edging (i had to take a lap around my house), irradiated cream pie, unprotected sex (supposedly those swimmers are FRIED but I can dream),

The low croak of a crow echoes over the barren stretch of sunbaked, irradiated earth ㅡ and the creature itself lands on the bent, rusted post of a long gone sign. Tilts its head this way and that, blinks liquid black eyes ㅡ three of them. Then squawks indignantly when a bullet narrowly misses it, jet black wings flaring as it takes to the sky to complain in that low, creaking voice.

"Get lost," you tell the bird, glancing at the way Dogmeat tracks the creature. Then she whines, licks at her muzzle like she wants to go catch and eat the damn thing.

"Don't even think about it, pup." You inform her, soothing the disappointment with rough scratches to her head that have her nudging for more before you walk away, sharp whistle summoning her to your side. You don't know why, but she's taken a shine to you over your companions, and you're not about to push her away.

The set up for tonight isn't far off, but it's the skitter of some other creature off in the distance paired with the ominous rumble from above that gets your attention ㅡ and you click your tongue at the foreboding, electric green that rolls in the clouds, cracking with lightning. It isn't nightfall yet, but it's growing closer with that mess on the horizon.

There's a pitiful attempt at a fire being made by Lucy when you return, and she offers a smile that you echo briefly before moving to Cooper's side, nudging him with your boot. "Storm's rollin' in."

He grunts, tugs his hat from where he'd been shading his face ㅡ pretending to sleep to ignore Lucy's still-attempting-to-be-friendly rambles, you suppose. "How far out?"

You shrug, slinging your pack back onto your shoulders. "About an hour, give or take."

Lucy flicks a confused look to both of you as Cooper gets to his feet as well, and her head tilts. "Why're we moving?"

You raise an eyebrow. "You want radiation sickness, vaultie?" It's worth it for the way she bristles, and you snicker. "Come on. There's something of a building not far from here."

You're kind enough to wait for her unlike Cooper, who heads off with Dogmeat while you trail with Lucy.

The building was probably an apartment complex at one point for the squared off, honeycomb like interior, the sections that remain halfway decent.

The presence of scattered, long empty supply packaging ranging from stimpacks to tins of cram says that you aren't the first to be here though, and you split off with Cooper to scout out the place, leaving Lucy with Dogmeat.

You're just as quick with tongue and trigger as Cooper ㅡ Lucy has learned that the hard way over the last week or so. But there's still a softness to you that Lucy likes, gravitates towards ㅡ and figure that Cooper likes it too, for the way she spots him watching you sometimes, pretends not to notice when he looks up and glares at her.

"Clear," you report, pulling her from her thoughts as you toss her a bedroll and a spare blanket. Where you got them, she doesn't know. And the dark stains of what absolutely is most likely blood tells her she doesn't want to know.

What she does know is that she's allowed what constitutes as a room to herself ㅡ three walls and a roof that won't cave in are enough for her to take it without complaint. Dogmeat goes with her, and when she looks up, she knows why with the unspoken way you and Cooper split off for the same little room a couple broken spaces down from hers.

"Get some rest, Lucy," you tell her, offer a small smile that makes her beam as she settles down for the night, deciding that she is far, far better off not thinking about just how close you and Cooper actually are.

"Cute kid," you remark as you finally trail into the room after Cooper, earning an amused scoff.

"Fuckin' annoying is what she is," he grouses, and it's your turn to laugh as you shrug off your pack and kneel, digging for your own bedroll.

"Considering that's what you called me when we first metㅡ"

"No, I called you an annoying bitch."

"Potayto, potahto." You tug the bedroll free and roll it out, blinking as Cooper settles himself over it with a groan and then a sigh. "Excuse me."

He peers up at you. "What now?"

"This is my bed." You snip, jerking a thumb over your shoulder. "Up, Cooper."

"Nah." He folds his arms behind his head. "You like the vaultie so much, go cuddle up with her."

You stare. "Cooper Howard," you say, "if I didn't know better, I'd think you were jealous of the kid." He's silent, and you raise an eyebrow. "Are you?"

"No." The words is sharp, and he lifts his head to eye you. "Don't need to be jealous when I know what's mine," he rasps, "now quit bitchin' and c'mere."

You don't know what it says that you do so without fuss, settling yourself to straddle his hips as he sits up, draping your arms over his shoulders.

"There," you snip, adjusting to flick at the rim of his hat. "Better?"

He watches you with eyes as dark as an oil spill, and you don't miss the flick to your mouth and back up. "Gettin' there."

You snort. "You know," you murmur, tone dropping lower, "if you wanted to kiss me, all you gotta do is ask."

He smirks, the flash of his teeth. "Where's the fun in that, sugar? I like the chase. Besides," he lowers his tone, leans in further, "you're the one bitchin' when we can share this sad excuse for a bed. And the way I see it, you're gettin' the better deal anyways."

You roll your eyes, act like you're annoyed ㅡ but the way you don't tell him to shove it or get off of him speaks volumes enough.

Poetically, it starts raining just as you kiss him. The fingertip drum of it on the roof, sour-sweet smell of it that still reaches you because this isn't a real bedroom, just some shitty excuse for it. Doesn't matter, because this is far better than the kisses you've stolen over the last few days when you're absolutely certain Lucy isn't watching either of you.

Cooper seems to think so too for the way he deepens the kiss, cups your face as he nips at your lower lip and licks into your mouth when they part.

He squeezes at your hips, snakes his fingers back under your shirt, pinches and tugs and maps until you're squirming in his lap as he shoves your shirt off completely. He pulls, coaxes you into an arch that lets him mouth at your ribs, nip and sow sparks of pleasure in your veins as he leaves little patches of bruised pink skin in his wake.

He likes marking you, he realizes, the subtle claim without him having to say it. Mine.

He welcomes the grind of your hips against his, your body soft in all the ways that his isn't, filling in the cracks and rounding out all his sharp edges until he can't think of anything but getting his hands on you properly.

The pop of the button on your jeans is easy, the slip of his hand deliberate ㅡ you're louder this time, covered by the storm above as you whine and moan and buck into his hand and the sinful, clever work of his fingers.

And then just as you're about to crest that wave of pleasure, he stops. Smirks at the way you glare, taps your nose with his other hand. "You know you don't get nothin' for free around here, sugar."

He's teasing though, pushes you back to work his belt open, pants down ㅡ then dragging you back over him. Groans, tips his head back at the teasing glide of you before he's adjusting to line himself up and guiding you down.

The gasp he gets is music to his ears, nearly lost to the gutteral, hissed noise he makes himself at the tight, warm squeeze of you around his length. His eyes roll, and he bucks his hips up.

"C'mon sweet thing," he rasps, "don't make me do all the work. Ride for me."

The rhythm is stilted for the way he grips your hips anyways, reluctant to let you pull off of him too much ㅡ but it still feels good. Your breath matches the staccato movement, hands splayed on his chest for balance and head thrown back, looking for all the world like some sort of dedication to a long gone diety that he'd gladly worship to the end.

And he does still, reverence to the way he touches, kisses, bites ㅡ throbbing vitality in your veins calling to him, sweet siren song wrapped in those plush lips of yours. Soft skin squeezed under his fingers, forgiving for all the ways he can't be gentle, desperate as he is.

It's the throttled clamp of your warmth that says you're coming undone, gooey and wet and warm in all the right ways that has him clutching at you, cursing as his hips jerk and he fills you, mouthing at your pulse point as he does.

Heavy breathing sets the undertone of the roll of thunder outside crumbling walls, rapid beat of two hearts, and there's something dangerously soft, romantic in the way he lets you melt into him.

You drape over him, whisper soft kisses to his cheek, his jaw, his mouth until he kisses you back, slowly, selfishly, dangerously sweet.

"You," he tells you, "are absolutely no good for me." He slings an arm over your waist, softens the bite until it's nonexistent.

After all, what's one more vice?

ㅡ

In the morning, the four of you leave ㅡ there's a lot of ground to cover, after all. Lucy walks beside you, Dogmeat and Cooper just a few feet ahead.

"So," she begins conversationally, "what're those marks on your neck from?"

To your credit, you neither flinch nor blush, busy yourself with fussing with something at your hip. "Mosquitos."

Lucy hums. "That's funny, didn't realize mosquitos got so big. Best be careful then, huh?"

#ㅡmine.#fallout x reader #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul x reader

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tzthrowbacks · 2 days

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oh by the way i just came back from challengers..

some thoughts :

everybody was acting DOWN

such an entertaining plot from beginning to end. low stake movies about messy people...that's exactly the kind of movie i needed right now, and i actually liked the flashbacks (saw some complain about it)

everyone is pathetic in their own way but i lowkey expected waaaay worse from art given what everyone (im looking at you z) was saying. he's a looser and a snake absolutely, and i know what he did initially was shitty, and i think he's boring as hell so i understand why tashi was losing her mind in this marriage lol. but idk i thought he was going to be way more.... insufferable ? in terms of scenes and dialogues i mean

chemistry wise, tashi and patrick oh man.....was giggling and kicking my feet everytime they were together. i know they were written that way but tashi art scenes felt soooo bland in comparison

don't jump me but i expected more tashi ? not in terms of screen time, but more about her as a character. i know she's the connective tissue between them all. i think she's an interesting character, she's complex, but i wished it explored more of that complexity. i have a clear idea of who the boys are, their personality and quirks, idk if i feel the same way about tashi, but maybe i need to sit on it and rewatch psa : i didn't read the script, that's maybe why i expected more

anyone want to discuss the ending ? how did you interpret it ? i smirked when patrick did his special move letting him know they fucked, but also i feel like it gave art the drive to outperform and their embrace at the end sums up their relationship. all their problems would've been solved if they just got together lmao. and tashi only cared about watching some 'good fucking tennis' and she ended up having it, hence the final shot of her, smiling

i need josh

#what a time to be alive #spoilers

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babygirl-diaz · 2 days

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Baked Goods (Teddie Omegaverse Fic)

I rarely write smut because I am not good at it but this is a smaller ship so I felt more confident writing for it because fewer people are reading it lmao.

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Eddie was a stress baker. Anytime things got bad, he would whip out the all-purpose flour, sugar, and butter, along with all the other ingredients, and make his next greatest hit. Today he was keeping it simple and baking some sugar cookies. He already had a tray cooling on the rack on the table, while another was in the oven. He was working on a third batch when he heard the front door open.

"Eddie?" Tommy's voice rang through the house.

"In the kitchen!" Eddie replied as he used a star-shaped cutter to cut out the next cookie.

"Oh no, what happened?"

Eddie looked up from the cookies to see Tommy giving him a concerned look. "What do you mean?" Eddie asked, playing dumb.

"You only bake so much if you're upset about something." Tommy moved towards him and wrapped his arms around him from behind, resting his hand on the small visible bump on Eddie's stomach.

Eddie sighed and leaned back against him. "I talked to my mom today. She said some things about how this is a high-risk pregnancy because of my age and it just ticked me off," Eddie replied.

The protective arms tightened around Eddie. "She had no right to upset you, Eddie. I'm so sorry."

"She's the one who should be sorry, but she wasn't," Eddie told him and leaned back against him.

"Do you want me to talk to her? Tell her to butt out?" Tommy asked.

"No, that will only make things worse." Eddie sighed. "Can you just- I dunno- make me forget?"

"Oh yeah?" Tommy asked and Eddie could hear the amusement in his voice. "And how do you propose I do that?"

That made Eddie smile and he turned around in Tommy's arms, kissing him. "I'm sure you will find a way."

Eddie yelped as he was swept off his feet and taken into Tommy's arms, bridal style. He immediately wrapped his arms around Tommy's neck.

Without saying another word, Tommy carried him to their bedroom and lay him down on the bed, before climbing on top of him.

The moment their lips connected, the kiss turned heated and they were haphazardly removing each other's clothes. Eddie lifted his hips so that Tommy could remove his pants and boxers before Tommy got out of bed to take off his own pants. When Tommy returned, Eddie was immediately on him, kissing him hard.

"I wanna fuck you so bad," Tommy whispered breathlessly against his lips.

"I thought that much was obvious," Eddie replied and grazed his bottom lip with his teeth. "I'm already so wet," he whispered, guiding Tommy's hand between his legs.

"Shit," Tommy hissed and pulled his hand back. He shoved a pillow under Eddie's hips and spread his legs just watching him for a moment. "Never get tired of this sight. Especially with this recent development," he added touching Eddie's swollen belly.

Heat rose in Eddie's cheeks at that and he pulled Tommy down for another kiss. He felt Tommy's cock breach his hole and moaned into Tommy's mouth.

Tommy pushed inside him and groaned. "No matter how many times I fuck you, you're always so tight."

Eddie said nothing to that and just wrapped his legs around Tommy's waist.

Once he was fully inside Eddie, Tommy just looked down at his face and said, "You're so beautiful."

Eddie chuckled at that. "You don't have to sweet talk me, baby. I'm already letting you fuck me."

"Eddie?"

"Hmmm?"

"Shut up," Tommy smirked and kissed him once more before he started moving.

Eddie moaned loudly as Tommy thrust inside him at a hard, brutal pace. Just how Eddie liked it. Tommy's hand wrapped around Eddie's cock and he stroked it in time with his thrusts.

They went at it for what seemed like hours and kissed in between. When Tommy buried his face in Eddie's neck and bit down on his bonding gland, Eddie knew he was close.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby," Eddie let out a litany of curses and soon came all over Tommy's hand.

Tommy thrust inside him a few more times before he was coming too, filling Eddie up.

They lay there, panting and catching their breath when Eddie felt kisses on his collarbone.

"I love you, Eddie," Tommy told him, looking at him again. "I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

"I know you will, baby," Eddie told him. "And I love you too."

#eddie diaz #tommy kinard #tommyeddie #teddie #911 abc #911 fanfiction #fanfiction #omegaverse #mpreg #smut

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mushroom-for-art · 4 months

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@distortionmewtwo Lucifer@Vector:

The big horned mew hovered in the air, gazing down at Vector with undisguised judgement. "Just what are you supposed ta be? Mew? Mewtwo? Some Meowth's hairball? You look like what you'd get if someone threw an algae-choked fishtank and moldy bread into a blender! Hah!" He did a lazy little roll in the air, sneering down at Vector. An eager, evil dare in his eyes for them to retaliate.

The strange creature hunched over watching the horned other with expression and body language that clearly read as pure terror and uncertainty her eyes glued to the floating individual as he loomed over her sneering and mocking.

However when he didn't strike nor more too quickly her ear like horns straightened slowly no longer back in fright turning if anything to inquisitiveness as she shifted her body slowly though still watching him to crouch using one hand to stabilise herself as her head slowly tilted to one side.

She blinked slowly in a manner that indicated she may not have even understood what he had been saying, or was choosing to not acknowledge it her tail moving and swaying lifting to rest on the top of her head two of the spikes sticking up while the third morphed back into the jelly like substance of her tail as she curiously mimicked his horns, at least the best she could.

Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery or so they say, though it could've been read otherwise. Foolishly perhaps, she seemed a bit fascinated by him now as her tail fell back down to resting on the floor, she lifted her body just enough from her crouch to curiously tap at one of his hooves as though seeing if it was real and not just a unique shaped paw, idly grabbing one of the points between her digits making little curious chirps and cooes in her throat.

#my art #Vector the mew/two #@distortionmewtwo Lucifer #Lucifer really came to mock my biggest weirdo character ever XD #Me watching Vector probably set herself up for a swift kick in the face like: baby girl are you SURE you wanna do that maybe don't??#Vector is lmao a bit of a fool really sees a mew that's different and strange looking and goes oh kinda like me!#He is not ur friend he is being mean to youuuu!!!!#Can vector speak? Eehhhh??? Unclear?? Can she understand him?? Probably?? I don't know probably I think she's just choosing to not speak XD #Really just not giving him the satisfaction of words because she doesn't talk much anyways lmao too distracted by his horns hooves and tail #I'm not sure how big lucifer is?? So I made him kinda big and threatening and she's probably kinda trying to look small #But she's probably about 4'5 head to feet so like she is choosing to make herself look small compared to him she could maybe tower over him #Weird little creature I love her but she is so so stupid XD #Sorry it's a rough sketch! Was meant to get this done friday and oops didn't so quickly sketched this out to answer #And sorry for forgetting his ear crimes XD sorry Lucy <- fun fact the file name was saved as VectorLucy because I thought it'd annoy him XD #my oc #pokemon #mewtwo #my writing

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crimsonkenjii-writes · 2 years

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You pucker your lips slightly in thought as you eye the blonde in front of you. Your highschool classmate sat in front of you enjoying his usual sandwich he brought for lunch.

Nanami Kento feels your eyes on him, his brows furrow as you were disturbing his lunch. He stares at you, waiting for you to say what you want to say. Why else would you be staring at him?

You continue to stare, your thumb and index finger now pinching your chin to help you deepen your thoughts. Your head tilting to the side as you squint your eyes.

“Y/N… why are you staring?” The boy finally gives in. He felt himself growing more nervous as your eyes casually scanned over him.

“Just thinking…” you reach your hand out to his hair. You brush his long bangs further from his face. Then your fingers tangle into his blonde strands as you push them up against his head, sweeping the hair back as it spikes out. “You’d look nice with your hair gelled back like this.”

Nanami’s cheeks flush a faint pink as he loses his composure. He just wanted to enjoy his lunch. Eat his sandwich in peace. Why must you fluster him like this? Make his heart pound against his ribs when he should just be eating his lunch with you in peace?

Nanami thinks back to this moment as he readies himself again in the morning for his dreadful 9-5. A heavy sigh leaving his chest as he finishes the final touches to his hair. Combed back neatly with the assistance of gel to lock it in place. He stares at his hair in the mirror. His imagination sweeping him away from reality as he envisions you combing back his hair again. Exposing the part of his face that was often hidden under his hair. The way you complimented him so easily. The way it rolled off your tongue as if it was something casual to say. How bold you were in highschool to just announce something so sweet to him. A memory that now forever flooded his mind whenever his combed him hair for the day. Silly of him to think that perhaps one day, you’ll both run into each other again. That you’ll see him with his hair pushed back to show off his defined features like you told him to all those years back. That he can see that bright smile of yours again when you compliment him on his hair once more. Or perhaps, an improbable thought, that he could feel your hands in his hair again. To sweet warmth of your hands against his scalp again. Maybe just once more. No, it was too addictive of a feeling. He’d want it every morning and every night.

Nanami breaks from his thoughts, glances down to his watch and realizing he is two minutes behind his usual schedule. He quickly tightens his tie and grabs his dark colored blazer to hastily make his way out the front door.

#but imagine #you’re the reason he started styling his hair like that #eheheheh giggling and kicking my feet and blushing lmao #idk just a cute thought I had #anyways #hope you enjoy #jjk x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami kento fluff #kento nanami x y/n #nanami imagine #nanami drabbles #nanami brainrot

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