#i will not tell the ghoul boys about you... unless...

[trashworldblog]

i will tell you everything and share 1 billion pictures and have the SILLIEST of times

a little shout-out to all the watchereenies going to the chicago show today!!! i couldn't make it out there myself, but have the SILLIEST TIME (and tell me everything 😈)

[ultravi0lence14]

My Girl

dean winchester x fem!reader

2.2k | angst, fluff

summary: some people just don’t know when to quit, and when dean notices how uncomfortable you are with a local cop on a case, he can’t seem to hold in his anger.

there was no way this hunt could get any worse.

you, sam, and dean had only been in this small, connecticut town for two days, and everything had already gone to shit. the lead witness was no help, there was barely any evidence, and to top it all off, you had to see him.

max mcmillan, the person you wished to never see again. you knew him in high school, being a friend of a friend and running into him on rare occasions.

max seemed like a nice guy, his only flaw was he always harboured a weird liking towards you. it wasn’t something you’d deem stalkerish, just an observation that you had made over the years.

just your luck he was here now, working as one of the police officers on the case. you had politely smiled at him when you first saw him, but the second he realized who you were it was almost as though that keen liking he had towards you crawled back up.

he would always be around you. getting you coffee, trying to start up a conversation, and being way too close for your comfort. you could tell that dean had noticed this, and he seemed as though he was one more shoulder pat away from blowing a fuse.

dean could tell you were uncomfortable. he knew what you looked like when that chill of unease ran up your spine, and he knew how you were about physical touch.

you were never good with people touching you, even as a young child. if someone even grazed your hand you would unravel into a fit of tears, needing to be alone for the next couple of hours to calm yourself down.

no hugs, handshakes, hand holding, anything. you didn’t have a healthy relationship with physical affection as a child, for both of your parents were not really the perfect candidates for mom and dad of the year. but you lived with it, and dealt with your no physical contact for many years to come.

that was until dean winchester came into your life.

you had met the infamous winchesters when bobby asked them to assist you on a ghoul case two years back, and since then, you three have been inseparable.

from the start you liked dean. he had this charm and whit about him that just reeled you in, wanting to know more. didn’t help that he was absolutely gorgeous on top of it.

the boys almost instantly noticed your distaste for any physical touch. it was sam who saw you flinch when he went to go hug you after a tough case. since then, they have respected your wishes and didn’t bring up the matter unless you did first.

as you and dean got closer, he would constantly catch you reaching out but reeling back at the last minute. he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so he waited until you two officially started dating, making sure you were comfortable with him touching you.

you were, one hundred percent. dean winchester was the only person you’d allow to hug, touch, or even hold your hand. you were slowly warming up to sam, but any other person was completely off limits, and if dean noticed he’d be on their ass in a second.

so as he stood in this police precinct, a watchful eye on max as he leaned over your shoulder, practically breathing down your neck and making you tense immediately, dean wanted to beat into his face until he learned what personal space and boundaries were.

sam had noticed the man’s unwanted attention on you, but he also noticed the fury written on his brothers face and he wanted to defuse the situation as calmly as possible.

while they stood side by side, pretending to listen to some cop ramble on about a traffic cam that wasn’t even in importance to the case, sam angled his head and whispered over to dean. “if you stare at him any longer i think you might explode his head.”

the older winchester just huffed, redirecting his eyes so he can look at sam. “well if he doesn’t back up than i might just have to.” the words came out like a bullet coming out of a gun; followed by dean straining his head so he could keep an eye on your facial expressions.

“she can handle herself, dean. you don’t need to worry about her all the time.” sam was right. you were perfectly capable in handling yourself and dean knew that. he just had a nagging feeling that this guy wasn’t going to back off so easily.

you were on the verge of turning and clocking max in the face. his breath on your skin was making you uncomfortable and he was way too close for comfort.

“the suspect couldn’t have gone far since- Y/N?” you hadn’t even realized you had zoned out, too busy being focused on calming your breathing and not breaking down.

“i’m sorry,” you spoke, taking a step back from max and turning towards the door. “i’ll be back, i just need to get some fresh air.” you didn’t even wait for a response as you sprinted towards the glass double doors, pushing them open and heavily breathing in the cool air.

leaning against the solid brick of the station, you tried to stop a panic attack from coming on. slowing your breathing, calming your thoughts, and taking in the fresh air was helping you get back on track. that was until you heard his nagging voice again.

“there you are Y/N. i think you should come back inside, i think i’ve found something.” max had come and stood so close to you it was like he was trying to mesh the two of you together. you couldn’t take it anymore, taking a giant step back and reeling your hands out in front of you.

“max, i am so sorry but can you please give me some personal space?” he seemed taken aback by your words, halting in all movement he was planning on doing. you realized you could’ve been nicer but this had been going on for two days and you were sick and tired of acting like you were fine.

doing the complete opposite of what you had asked, max started to step closer to you. “what’s wrong, Y/N? did i do something?” it was like what you were saying was going in one ear and out the other, and you couldn’t grasp what the boy wasn’t picking up on

“max, please.” you breathed out, hoping he would understand and leave you alone. but he just came closer, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards his chest.

the air in your lungs escaped. you couldn’t breath and it was almost as if your skin was on fire. you tried to pull away but his grip was far too tight, fighting your attempt to get away from his touch. “cmon, Y/N let’s just go inside. work this out together.” he was dragging you now, attempting to get you to the precinct doors. but the fight you were putting up was straining any further moves he had planned.

feebly trying to push at his chest with your other hand, you felt tears sting your eyes, escaping and falling down your cheeks. “let me go max, please.” you could feel your brain shutting down, the notion of max not listening to a single word you were saying finally setting in.

you could feel your resolve start to slip when suddenly, you heard a faint shout in the distance. a loud “hey!” was heard over your racing heart before max was spun around and knocked to the ground.

dean was holding max up by his collar, fist landing repeated blows on his face. you could see sam and a couple other officers run outside as dean held max up like a rag doll, the latter not even being able to land any punches with how tight dean was holding him.

“get your fucking hands off of her.” dean’s words came out gritted through his teeth, sharp like a knife piercing max’s skin.

you didn’t know what to do. dean was in such a frenzy that trying to pull him away would just be stupid, and you were honestly enjoying watching max get his ass beat.

“dean!” sam yelled, finally reaching his brother and trying to pull him off the struggling man. the older winchester just wouldn’t budge, and it took sam and three other cops to fully detach him from max’s limp body.

you watched as sam attempted to pull dean’s arms behind him, the latter fighting his brother with such intense fervour you truly thought he was going to break free and go for another couple of punches on max’s face.

when sam was able to slightly calm dean down, the older winchester walked to max and got right in his face, staring at the other man with the deadliest look you have possibly ever seen from him. “if you even step one foot towards my girl, i’ll fucking break your legs. got it?” all max could do was slightly nod, slipping in and out of consciousness

the other police officers had gone inside to get medical attention and had now come out to see if max had sustained any proper injuries from dean’s beating. before any of them could even utter a word, dean had walked over to you and gently grabbed your hand, following sam as the younger winchester high tailed it to the impala.

the car ride back to the motel was silent, filled with a tense atmosphere that had you picking at your nails. dean was gripping the steering wheel so tightly, the wounds on his bloodied knuckles were widening more greatly. sam was just staring ahead, not saying a word. if you knew the boy though, you knew that inside he was stewing with a multitude of emotions.

when the impala stopped in front of the motel, you got out and went directly to the room. you noticed sam stop dean, not letting him walk into the room yet. the look on his face was passive, and you knew that sam had an earful waiting for dean to hear. so you just closed the door, listening to sam scold dean through the window.

all you could do was sit on your bed and stare silently at the wall. this is exactly what you would do as a kid, sit in silence trying to calm yourself down. you didn’t even hear the roar of the impala as sam drove off or dean come into the room. you only noticed when a soft, gentle hand was placed on your cheek, making you turn to look dean in the eyes.

“hey, baby, you okay?” all you could do was nod, not trusting your voice at the moment. dean just nodded, slightly brushing some hair out of your eyes as he smiled. “sam just went to grab some dinner. doesn’t look like we’ll be going back to the station tonight.” his sad attempt at a joke made you giggle slightly, warranting an even bigger smile on deans face.

“there she is.” he guided your head so it laid on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle hug. the feeling of your arms wrapping around his middle and squeezing him tightly had dean feeling calm, at ease after all that just happened.

what snapped you out of your comfort was the scene of deans knuckles; stained with blood and marred with cut skin and angry red wounds. you pulled back and studied his hand, allowing yourself to truly see what he’d done.

“oh dean,” you muttered. bringing his hand closer to your face to see how truly bad the cuts were. “we need to clean this up.”

with a reassuring squeeze of your hand, dean got off the bed and stood in front of you. watching as your eyes worriedly followed his frame, waiting to see what he was going to do.

cupping your face once more, dean smiled as he spoke. “don’t worry your pretty little head, sunshine. i’ll patch myself up. i will be right back.” with that he kissed your cheek and made his way to the bathroom, softly closing the door behind him as you moved to get into comfier clothes.

by the time dean was done, you were already in bed. half asleep as you were tired from how fast your brain was moving today. you listened as dean got out of his fbi suit, resorting to just sleeping in his boxers as he moved to get in bed next to you.

your body moved so you could put your head onto dean’s chest, finding comfort in how close the two of you were. his one hand moved to play with your hair as his other went to grab your own hand, bringing your knuckles up to his lips and lightly brushing them across your skin.

the last thing you remember before falling into a deep sleep was the feeling of dean’s hand in your hair and his soft voice soothing all your worries from earlier.

“i’ll always be here for you, sweetheart.”

[inthekitschen]

What they're like when you're gone

How I imagine the ghouls would cope with their partner/crush being away on a long mission

Frostheim

The King | Jin Kamurai

Hello darkness my old friend

He reverts back to his old ways before you came along

Hides in his room all day every day, smoking more, etc.

Expect messages from Tohma asking for updates on your mission, because that's the only way Jin allows even him in his room (since jin refused to message you himself)

No one else knows when your mission is over because you've been stuck in his room with him ever since you got back

The King's Advisor | Tohma Ishibashi

He holds up the best, tbh

He trusts you, he knows the ghouls you're on a mission with are capable, there's nothing to worry about

If it's been a while without hearing from you, he'll message you to see how you're doing

It isn't until you message back that he's at ease again

The Archer | Kaito Fuji

You should probably put your phone on silent if it isn't already.

Because he is blowing UP your notifications

You'll have to tell him to back off a little, and even then he's quadruple texting about how chill he is

But when you get back, he's so happy and relieved

The Knight | Lucas Errant

He's also pretty secure

Depending on who the mission is with, he'll be a bit more worried

Checks in every morning and night for updates

Offers his assistance from the sidelines

He's very chill

Vagastrom

The Ex-Con | Alan Mido

Alan's method of dealing with your absence is distraction, aka the pit.

Poor Sho.

Poor Vagastrom, honestly

Everyone knows when you're gone because Alan gets broodier than normal

When you come back, Sho begs you to wrap up your mission sooner next time

The Influencer | Leo Kurosagi

Oh, you're gone?

Why should he care?

Even if he pretends to not notice your absence, everyone else is painfully aware

Because Leo makes it everyone's problem

And he'll make it your problem when you get back, too

The Rider | Sho Haizono

Another secure boy <3

He misses you, obviously, but he isn't worried unless it's been a while since hearing from you

Day 3 of you being gone, and he doesn't complain as much when alan makes him spar

Turns out it's a good way to blow off steam

Jabberwock

The Ranger | Haru Sagara

In between chores, he's checking his phone to check in on you

He sends pictures of Peekaboo with sad faces, messaging how peekaboo misses you so you should come back soon

It doesn't take long before he tells you that he misses you too

When you come back, he won't let you leave his side for the rest of the day

The Free-Spirit | Towa Otonashi

What do you mean he can't go with you?

Ren should look into alternative housing for a few days.

And Haru will need to get the animals indoors.

The storm nearly rips the Jabberwock dorm out of the ground

But when you return, the sun shines brighter than it did before you left

The Slacker | Ren Shiranami

He pretends that he doesn't care.

But he's a lot moodier, and snaps at Haru more

He gives one word replies to your updates because he doesn't want you to know how much he actually misses you

He grumbles a lot when you come back, but he can't help but hold your hand tighter

Sinostra

The Gambler | Taiga Hoshibami

Good luck to anyone that looks at him wrong.

He puts the torture chair to use. Frequently. Because he forgets that you're on a mission and accuses anyone and everyone of kidnapping his kitty-cat.

Why would a random general student kidnap you? Who the fuck cares.

Romeo and Ritsu have to team up to make sure Taiga doesn't kill anyone

When you get back, he forgets that you were ever gone

The Sniper | Romeo Lucci

When you're gone, Sinostra students know to expect two things:

More yelling, more acronyms

He won't message you for updates, but he'll check for messages from you

And get increasingly agitated if there are none

He will scold you for needlessly worrying him and giving him worry lines

The Paralegal | Ritsu Shinjo

He trusts you to handle your own on a mission, so he's not worried

Still, he has gathered as much information relevant to your case as physically possible and is sending it to you while you're gone

Just in case it helps you get done faster

The faster your mission comes to an end, the quicker you'll be able to focus your efforts on aiding Sinostra in obtaining the Laurel—

Okay, fine, he misses you.

Hotarubi

The Actor | Subaru Kagami

Subaru trusts you, but that doesn't stop him from being worried about you

He's also a chronic double/triple texter, but his are more like "how are things going?" "Sorry, I hope I'm not bothering you" "I know you're busy, don't feel pressured to respond right away" and then he'll leave you alone

You'll have to reassure him that yes, you're okay, and no, he's not bothering you

He will offer to help any way he can, but will wait for you to say yes before actually helping

Because he really does trust you

The Flutist | Haku Kusanagi

He's also pretty chill while you're away, but those closest to him notice that he's quieter

He checks in on you, but doesn't sweat it if you don't reply right away — he knows you're busy, after all

If you're undercover, he asks for selfies of whatever your disguise is and jokes about roleplaying when you get back

When you do come back, he makes sure you're okay and not too traumatized by what happened

The Poet | Zenji Kotodama

If he's still a ghost, he's going with you

But if you tell him to stay behind, he will

Hotarubi is filled with melancholic chords on the biwa as he awaits your next update

When you come back, he serenades you with the song he composed while you were away

Obscuary

The Vampire | Edward Hart

The time passes quickly for him

He'll message you about what he's currently watching, but won't ask for an update

If you really need him, he'll know

The Reaper | Rui Mizuki

He occupies himself with chores to distract himself from your absence

According to Lyca, he 'nags' more

He messages you for updates, but doesn't mind too much if you take a little bit to respond back

If he's still cursed, a few plants might die accidentally from him being distracted

The Werewolf | Lyca Colt

He's fine

He knows you can handle yourself, so he's not worried

But when your scent fades from his clothes, he gets restless

He snaps at Rui and Ed a lot more

And glues himself to your side as soon as you return

Mortkranken

The Doctor | Yuri Isami

He's much too busy to occupy himself with wherever you are or whatever you're doing, obviously

If you point out the stacks of books on types of anomalies/the location you're investigating, he'll stammer out an excuse of just wanting to expand his knowledge

Sometimes he forgets you're not there and turns to you to say something, just to find Jiro there instead

And when you return, he'll humph about where your loyalties lie since you're helping the other houses

He missed you, even if he refuses to show it

The Monster | Jiro Kirisaki

When someone asks him if he misses you, he'll just get confused.

"Why? They're coming back."

He'll occasionally send you little snippets from textbooks about whatever you're investigating, but other than that, he doesn't really ask for updates or anything

When you come back, he gives you a health check to make sure everything is in order.

[summer-nights19]

Hey, heard you wanted more TDB requests, so I'm here to deliver😊. Could you do the Tokyo debunker boys (you can pick who you want) with an MC that is extremely accident prone, like you take a look away from them for a second and their covered in multiple cuts and bruises, and the cherry on top is that whenever this happens the MC is like "oops". Please and thank you.

Ofc anon ! As someone who falls over all the time, I love this idea

Tokyo debunker guys x klutz MC

Characters: The Frostheim + Vagastrom + Jabberwok guys

Kaito

He finds it adorable honestly

Because he's not particularly strong as far as ghouls are concerned, he sometimes struggles to live up to the image of your "knight in shining armour", so he 100% would use this as an excuse to catch you in his arms while you fall

Will sometimes tease you about it in a good natured way

Also uses it as a way to get you to agree to hold his hand everywhere "so that you can't fall over"

It doesn't always work - sometimes you both just end up falling over

Luca

He worries about your safety so much - you might not think it's a big deal, but what if you fall and injure yourself seriously ?

Walks right next to you everywhere you go to make sure that he can catch you easily if you fall

Unlike Kaito, Luca always catches you successfully. He then proceeds to carry you bridal style the rest of the way "so you can't fall" (not that you're complaining)

Is even more protective of you when you go on missions - will not approve of you going unless he's there to guarantee your safety, and, even then, he doesn't let you leave his sight

Carries a little first aid kit with him so he can patch up any injuries you get from falling

Tohma

"Oh for God's sake MC, why are you on the floor again ?"

Found it exasperating at first - why did you not manage to stay upright on your own two feet ?

However, some part of him does find it kind of endearing

Cannot keep an eye on you at all times due to his work as vice captain, but when he's around you he definitely tries

I could see him linking arms with you like they did in the olden days to prevent you from falling

If you do fall, expect a gentle lecture as he disinfects any bruises you got

Jin

At first, he finds it kind of cute. He definitely teases you about it when you're in private

However, if you're on a mission, his protective side kicks in - what if you fall and he isn't there to help you ? From now on, you are only allowed to go on missions with him or Tohma (preferably him) so they can keep you safe

Would definitely catch you as you were falling and carry you the rest of the wa like Luca

He pretends to be annoyed if you do fall, but in reality he loves taking care of you

Has tried using his stigma on you and telling you "Don't fall" as you hold his hand. This works well ... but only if you hold hands

Leo

This shouldn't surprise anyone, but he'd mostly be kind of a dick about it

He teases you about it SO much

Instead of helping you, he'd stand there and tease you or even record you so he can laugh at the video later

"You should have seen yourself, MC ! You fell face first right into that puddle !"

If he ever hurts your feelings he'd feel bad and try to be less mean (with limited success) but he wouldn't outright apologise

However, on a mission it's completely different - he's always by your side and picks you up at lighting speed if you fall

Will help you with any injuries, though he'll grumble about how clumsy you are

Sho

He teased you so much about it at first, but when you guys started liking each other, he begun to find it kind of cute (not that he'd ever admit it)

If you do fall, he always picks you up. At first, he's a bit too shy to carry you afterward, but eventually he starts to do it

Is so thorough about treating any injuries you might have

If you're on a mission, he keeps a very close eye on you and catches you immediately if he so much as sees you stumble. Good luck convincing him to let you go on one without him (he never will)

Alan

Jokes about giving you piggybacks/carrying you everywhere and low key starts to do it if you're into the idea

If he's not carrying you, then he's holding your hand so that you don't fall

Will physically not let you fall - he always has his eye on you and us ready to catch you

Another one who will only let you do missions with him, because no one else can protect you adequately

If you do still manage to fall, he'll dress all your wounds and kiss them better (if you're in private)

Also, if he discovers anyone giving you shit for your clumsiness, he will not hesitate to drag them into the pit and give them hell for it

Haru

Thinks it's absolutely adorable - you move like a baby giraffe !

He would also joke about holding your hand or carrying you everywhere and end up low key doing it

Always keeps a watchful eye on you to make sure you don't fall

If you do end up falling, he gives you a hug as he treats your wounds with the first aid kit he carries everywhere

Towa

Would look at you kind of sadly and offer you a hand up if you fall

Tries to catch you but doesn't always succeed

His hugs are honestly the best pain medication

Brings you flowers he found to distract you from your injuries

Ren

Won't admit in a million years that he finds it kind of cute and acts like he finds it annoying

At first, he just rolls his eyes at you and tells you to get up, but after some time passes, he starts to offer you a hesitant hand up and allow you to lean on his arm if you're injured after checking that you're ok

If you're in a private place, he'll tend to your injuries

Masterlist

[fatkish]

hashiras with child female reader who is like 12-13 years old and they are training her because she is their tsugoku or to be a slayer. reader loves to train and is enthusiastic, she does well in training, she never complains, she never misses and she has potential. One day reader is not going to train and when hashira goes to see her they find her in the fetal position and sobbing because her first period started. How would they react to that fact?

Hashiras Reacting to their young Tsuguko getting their first Period

(I didn’t know what kind of gif to put but I felt like this one from Tokyo Ghoul kinda fits)

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

Originally he was going to beat your ass for skipping on training but stopped when he saw you on the floor

For a moment he actually doubted how painful cramps could be and thought you were being dramatic but then he remembered that a lot of the corps members came from tragedy and you might not have had a female family member teach you about this stuff

Realizing that you might not actually know what’s happening to you, he realized he might have to teach you himself

After debating to himself about what to do he decided to go get you the supplies you needed

After setting the supplies outside your door, he went to the kitchen and started making you some soup like how his mom would when his siblings were sick

Obanai Iguro:

Absolutely is frozen, not because he doesn’t know what to do, I mean he grew up in a large family that was entirely made of women. He just doesn’t know how to approach this

He doesn’t want to embarrass you and he doesn’t know if you’d be comfortable talking about this with him

After much internal debating, he decided to ask Mitsuri for help

Mitsuri told him to stay by your side and get you food/drinks while she got you supplies

When she got there, she told Obanai to heat up a bath for you and make you some warm tea while she helped you

Shinobu Kocho:

Seeing you curled up on the floor, she suspected as much, I mean, you were getting to that age

The first thing she did was bring you some pain relievers and had you take a bath

While you were in the bath, she had the butterfly girls change your sheets if you happened to get blood on them while she prepares some tea for you and has Aoi prepare food for you to replenish the nutrients your body will lose

When you got out, she taught you the importance of hygiene and made sure to explain what’s happening and why in case you didn’t know

After that, she showed you how to use sanitary napkins/cloths/whatever they used back then

She made sure to answer any questions you might have to the best of her ability and made you get plenty of rest

Mitsuri Kanroji:

Oh she’s such a sweetheart heart

The moment she sees you curled up on the floor she runs to your side and asks a million questions about how you’re feeling thinking you might be terribly sick and on the brink of death

When you explain to her what’s happening, she sighs in relief and scoops you up and takes you to the bathroom where she runs a hot bath for you

While you’re in the bath, she cleans your sheets and gets you all the supplies you need

After the bath, she shows you how to use sanitary cloths and explains everything to the best of her ability and answers the questions you have

Afterwards, she makes sure to have you eat something and rest

Rengoku Kyojuro:

Oh boy, he’s perhaps one of the worst when it comes to this, though not intentionally

When he sees you curled up on the floor, he immediately asks what’s wrong and is frozen when you tell him

Yes he knows about these things but he has no experience with it, but his father might

So he goes to ask his father who begrudgingly gave him advice after listening to his oldest son go on and on until he realized his son might not shut up unless he helped

Kyojuro followed his father’s advice by having you take a hot bath and preparing a meal with Senjuro’s help

Afterwards, he had notified Mitsuri and she helped him with explaining to you what’s happening and how to properly handle it

Kyojuro listened intently to every word Mitsuri said as he wanted to be a good mentor to you and he wanted to understand as much as he could about monthly cycles and how they might affect you

Tengen Uzui:

Well, he supposes this was bound to happen eventually

Luckily he has three wives so he’s no stranger to periods and isn’t shy about talking about it

Honestly one of the best when it comes to this

He makes sure that if you’ve bled through your clothes, to make sure you don’t notice since he doesn’t think periods are anything to be ashamed or embarrassed about

He immediately sends you into the bathroom to wash yourself and take a nice long hot bath

He cleans your clothes of any blood if there is any while his wives prepare food and tea for you that will help with the pain and be easy to eat

His wives show you how to properly wear protective cloth and they answer any questions you have

Gyomei Himejima:

With age comes wisdom, he’s raised children before and although he may have never had to help any of the female children through this, he knows the basics

When he hears your quiet pained whimpers he understands that something is wrong and asks you what it is that ails you

When you tell him, he understands and asks if you understand or know what’s happening. Whether or not you understand, he first helps you to the bath and has you wash up while he either asks Lady Amane for assistance or a female Kakushi or Shinobu

Once your cleaned up, the female he asks for assistance helps you and shows you how to wear sanitary cloths and explains how to maintain proper hygiene

After they leave, Gyomei sits down with you and answers any questions you may have and gently explains what’s happening to your body

He listens to you and allows you to tell him however you’re feeling and insists that you let him know whenever something is bothering you

Giyuu Tomioka:

He had an older sister so he knows a little bit about this stuff but he knows he’s no expert

When he sees you laying on the floor all curled up holding your abdomen he assumes you might have a stomach bug and calls for Shinobu

When she arrives, she initially berates him for what she assumed was a stomach bug like he told her and says he should be able to handle things like this on his own

She later retracts her statement but doesn’t tell him that when she learns what’s actually happening

She helps you out and teaches you how to care for yourself and how to maintain proper hygiene all while having Giyuu make you food and tea

After he learns what’s happening after Shinobu leaves, he stands around outside your door trying to figure out how to tell you that you can rely on him

He ends up chickening out and just listens for you if you need anything and gets it for you

Muichiro Tokito:

Poor boy has no idea what is happening and just assumes you’re being lazy or that you might be sick

No one ever taught him about sex and how the reproductive system works for both genders so he has no clue

Seeing as he is clueless he calls for Shinobu when he sees the blood on the sheets thinking that you’re bleeding internally

When she arrives, she sits both you and Muichiro down and explains in detail what’s happening and how to go about taking care of yourself

She explains how things work and what to do as well as helpful tips and tricks

[anomaly-076]

mixing whb with tkdb again... What do you think each ghoul's biggest fetish is?

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Tkdb boys idiosyncrasies (18+)

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♦ Don't worry at all! I'm glad someone's interested in my writing! ^^ I also went all out with their full idiosyncrasies like all the WHB demons have, so I hope you don't mind ^^ ♦

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Jin

Master/Servant play

A Prince of Frost, who'd do anything to keep his peace. The only ones allowed into his chambers is his trusty servant Tohma and you. He might be cold, but should you tempt him, things will heat up fast.

Tohma

Capnolagnia (smoking)

Timophilia (gold, wealth and high social status)

If you feel a pair of observing eyes on yourself while in Frostheim, rest assured it's the Prince's advisor. Fear not, however, he's merely making sure you cause no trouble. He's usually the center of attention during Frosteim's balls.

Lucas

Crurophilia (legs)

In search for his twin brother, Lucas finds little to no time to relax between studying and training. Many other students, including his good friend Kaito, have said he simply needs some healthy distraction.

Kaito

Mazophilia (boobs)

Katoptronophilia (mirror sex)

As confident he is, the moment you're around reduces Kaito to a babbling mess. Give him a few moments and he'll compose himself only to attempt charming you.

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Alan

Sthenolagnia (muscles and displays of strength)

Asphyxiophilia (choking) - after he overcomes the fear of hurting others on accident

A gentle giant with an air of danger who is like the older brother of all his fellow Vagastrom students. Some gossips say he's done some bad things in his past, but nobody dares or knows to say what.

Leo

Autagonistophilia (being in front of an audience/camera)

A small social media influencer with a tongue sharper than most blades. Him and his partner in crime, Sho, are the primary source of trouble in the Vagastrom dorm with Leo being the sole insinuator.

Sho

Amaurophilia (blindfold kink)

The students of Vagastrom are known to never pass up a good fight and Sho is no different. You're likely to either run into him at his food truck or in the Vagastrom garagaes, tending to his bike Bonnie.

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Haru

Doraphilia (texture/feel of fur/animal skin)

The naughty and energetic president of Jabberwock who carries his son Peekaboo around everywhere. If you're not shy ask to pet him, he'll let you, and then he'll also let you pet Peekaboo too.

Towa

Dendrophilia (plants) - plants need love too, ig (sorry, again T-T)

A romantically oriented ghoul with a very light-hearted and curious nature. Don't let that fool you, though, his hugs are that of an anaconda about to strangle its prey. He's so in tune with the nature he eats flowers and the weather reflects his emotions.

Ren

Fictophilia (fictional characters)

A gamer who, despite being chosen into an outdoorsy and hardworking Jabberwock, has the right opposite personality traits. He's an overthinking homebody and will refuse to do even the slightest tasks unless he gains a reward or an achievement for it.

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Taiga

Anthropophagy (cannibalism) sorry

Erotophonophilia (murder)

The lunatic president of Sinostra, with very particular tastes. Anyone who's seen him eat will tell you he doesn't mind getting his face dirty while devouring his meal. His impulsivity makes him very trigger-happy.

Romeo

Hoplophilia (guns)

Romeo is a perfectionist and expects nothing less from his partner either. Curiously, one of his closest Sinostra residents is Taiga, who is nothing of that sort. After spending some time around Romeo, you will find yourself getting whipped into shape.

Ritsu

Hybristophilia (criminals, people who committed crimes)

Dikephilia (justice)

Always striving for justice, yet always seeming to condone criminals' behaviour as evident by his lack of interference and defense of Sinostra's president. Perhaps his moral compass more arched than expected?

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Subaru

Chirophilia (hands)

A legacy-bound actor who constantly worries about minuscule things. His compassion knows no bounds even if it might place him into a dangerous situation. His fellow students would say he simply needs a reassurance from someone he trusts.

Haku

Stigmatophilia (tattoos and piercings)

Capnolagnia (smoking) - you couldn't pry this HC from my cold dead hands

Some students might describe him as nothing but nice, and yet some account him to be a mischievous flirt. Both are true, but only his chosen person gets to fully experience how real those rumors are.

Zenji

Metrophilia (poetry)

A truly gifted poet constantly seeking for another source of ideas for his erotic poetry collection. Loves seeking out new partners to inspire his writing and doesn't shy away from describing acts between him and his partner in his poems.

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Edward

Hematolagnia (Drinking/seeing blood)

Odaxelagnia (biting/being bitten)

The ever so thirsty president of Obscuary, though barely few students could testify to seeing him in the flesh. His chambers are only for the most resilient due to the lingering smell of death and mess of clothes, his or someone else's.

Rui

Voyeurism

Calygnephilia (beautiful women)

To many students and employees he is known as a bartender. To many female students, he is known as an irresistible flirt, but who really knows what happens at his bar after the closing hours?

Lyca

Autozoophilia (being/acting like an animal) - for him it's his wolf form

Amychophilia (getting scratched/scratching)

A young werewolf, who is still struggling to navigate living in the human world. He's very curious and eager to learn. He may come off as a bit intense, but those are only his wolf instincts coming out.

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Yuri

Piquerism (cutting/stabbing someone with a sharp objects)

His personality strongly resembles Henry Frankenstein, which is a reputation he gladly upholds. The image is even enhanced when his assistant is around. In the surgeon's eyes, humans are only interesting or mediocre specimen.

Jiro

Free use kink

A stoic and reserved medical assistant, who isn't opposed to most things. His mobility may not be the best, but he will try. He may not feel strong happiness or pleasure himself, but seeing his partner experience them is enough for him.

[wrathofrats]

Mushy May Day 6: bitching/gossip session

1.4k, mostly sfw but sexual jokes, prompts by @forlorn-crows !

Read under cut or find all my mushy may on ao3!

Mist, pebble, rain and Aurora have gossip sessions whenever something happens, here’s one of those times.

Warnings for: ghoul slander (omega, alpha, dew, aether, phantom but it’s 90% omega), all jokes and for laughs they all love each other they’re just complaining, jokes made about terzo, copia catches a stray here, they’re all assholes LMAOOO

“Maybe if he wasn’t up his boyfriends fucking ass all the time then he would get shit done! But noooo!!!! I have to fucking clean secondos chapel! Again!” Pebble threw a drink of his beer back, making a purposeful point to hit his head on the cloth back of the patio chair for dramatic effect. The door behind him opened, rain and Aurora raising a box of shitty wine coolers as a peace offering.

“The fuck happened this time?” Rain handed a pink one to Aurora before flopping down across from mist, grabbing a blue one for himself.

“Pebble had to mop secondos chapel because alpha forgot, and subsequently blamed it on him.” Mist had a smile tugging at her lips, trying not to show that she found the situation particularly amusing.

It was probably pebbles fault anyways. She heard about the incident where he dumped dirt in his and omegas bed after he told alpha to stop calling him dirt boy. Probably deserved but still dramatic, so shoot her if she’s not surprised alpha got him back.

“And god fucking forbid I do anything about it because he’s got magic mike dicking him down every night which means now he’s a protected species” rain choked on his drink at pebble calling omega magic mike. Pebbles never liked him anyways, though rain and Aurora barely see him unless they’re sick, or that one time aether set him up for the weirdest medical kink thing you’ve seen in your life. His skeleton to keep in his closet he guesses. But rain knows that’s why alpha stopped coming to their sessions, couldn’t handle the fact that pebble hates omega.

“Better than when Terzo was his boy toy” mist popped open another beer for herself, haphazardly throwing her bottle into the recycling bin with a loud clink.

“There’s no way. Those two were madly in love. You can’t tell me that didn’t make Terzo the best papa ever” Aurora kicked her feet up into pebbles lap

“Oh he was! Not his fault omega was fucking him for that infirmary promotion. Now the big guy is still practically second in charge around here. Guess it’s worth cheating on your boyfriend if your boyfriends head over heels for you anyways and will take you back after”

“Jesus pebble” rain laughed. The night air was still hot, they all preferred their bitching sessions during the summer because it was definitely harder to not be disturbed in someone’s room, though it usually ended in a sleep over which was nice.

“Their relationship isn’t that bad” mist rolled her eyes “you just hate when other people are happy”

“God forbid!”

“No pebbles got a point. Omega gives me quint lessons sometimes when aethers busy and the guy acts like he’s going to have a heart attack if you use it for anything besides ministry stuff. People hate when women are allowed a little mind control. As a treat.” Aurora downed the last of her almost neon pink beverage. Something strawberry watermelon that made her throat burn a bit, though it never stopped her from grabbing a second one. The words flowed a bit better with some help.

“Does he know what the hell aethers been doing with it then?” Rain asked

“Probably not, unless he taught him. You can’t convince me omega isn’t a secret freak like the rest of us” Aurora shot back.

“Oh I know he is. I’ve heard shit”

Mist and pebble stared at rain for a moment, filing the sly smile away for a different time when they wanted to ask for more details. Rain was always the type to kiss and tell, pebble knew more about dews dick than he probably did his own.

“Probably how he got alpha to come back to him if we are being honest”

“Or maybe alphas in love with him and you’re mad alpha won’t bend you over the kitchen counter when you’re attention starved like he used to” mist stared up at awning above them while rain and Aurora giggled.

“Excuse you, I don’t need alpha, I have my own twink to bend over the kitchen counter when I’m attention starved. Thank you very much.”

“Pebble has a point.” Rain rocked slowly in his chair, finishing off his second drink as well, “Omega loves to act high and mighty as if he’s never done anything wrong in his life. Shits annoying. I see where aether gets it”

“You love aether dumbass. Be nice” Aurora flicked him

“You’re right I do love aether which is why I’m not afraid to admit that daddy nameless ghoul as a bit of an authority complex”

“Rain anytime you want head lemme know” pebble laughed

“Let me get through like two more of these” rain shook his drink at him

Mist made a disgusted face at them as if she isn’t having pebble do the same thing afterwards, or wouldn’t offer it to rain as well. Maybe she would take Aurora this time. Same as rain it depended on the amount of beers she got through, three and counting so far.

“Didn’t omega lock that guy in a tower after his element went wrong?”

“Yeah. Fucking asshole. Like ok raise your hand if you’ve seen delta recently since you wanna play who owns the tallest horse”

“I’m going to pluck every one of your hairs out one by one if you don’t start speaking normally” mist groaned as if she truly even thought that was possible. “He’s barely even in charge, do we have to listen to him? I thought wet cat guy that loved mice ruled over us now. Omega just likes to dick measure”

“It’s rats actually” Aurora corrected, “and yeah but copia is harmless. He can and will fold to whatever omega says, hell he listens to dew of all ghouls”

“And what’s wrong with that” rain cocked an eyebrow

“Your boyfriend is a hothead twink who likes to be called a girl until he cries. Not my fault I don’t take him seriously”

“Considering what I heard the other night when I was forced to sleep in mountains room I’d say you take him plenty seriously”

Aurora rolled her eyes and sunk into her flannel she stole from Swiss, a blush rising to her cheeks as rain and pebble snickered. Friendly fire, there was an unspoken rule that anything said in this group stayed in it, and was most of the time exaggerated for effect.

“Could be worse, could be taking orders from phantom” Aurora mumbled

“What’s wrong with him? Kid seems nice” pebble furrowed his brow.

“He’s harmless! Just ….”

“Immature. Maybe a different word that starts with A. He’s fine, just not one I’d give any power to. Unless he asked nicely that is” rain smiled, chair squeaking as he leaned further back and wrapped his arms around himself with a smug look.

“Omega seems happy with him. Called him a prodigy or something. Never saw that happen with aether. Though alpha seems to also not be fond of him but that’s probably because his boyfriends got him wrapped around his dick during lessons” pebble looked over at mist as if he was trying to get some confirmation. A couple times where they’d pass by his office and hear strange noises they knew couldn’t be alpha.

“You can’t talk, you did the same shit with earth. And Ivy did the same thing with you” mist scoffed “besides, omega can fuck who he wants”

“Omega has well past proven he can fuck who he wants. Just don’t think it’s a great look to use the new guy like a fleshlight after begging your mate to take you back since your first choice died” pebble rolled his eyes “but what do I know. Im just here to get fucked over the kitchen counter”

“Fair. Maybe if phantoms good enough we can have an elemental transition without disaster this time” mist sneered. She was still upset about what happened to dew, but whatever, as long as he was happy.

“I wouldn’t trust him with that. He can’t even microwave a hot pocket. But god it’s refreshing to not have a know it all quint around” rain tossed his bottle into the recycling, standing up to tap pebble on the shoulder so he would follow

“Are you just mad aether can mind control your boyfriend and you can’t?” Aurora looked at him like she was shocked he was taking pebble up on his offer

“Maybe”

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hi! Can you make TkDb characters (anyone you like) x Witch! Reader fanfic? So like, how they found out and how they react with that, or you can add something that you see fit! (���人⁠⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Hi Anon! I hope you don't mind but I changed this to headcanons so I could write a bit about everyone. If you'd like fanfics about anyone in particular, please let me know! I also had to break this one up into a few different posts separating the characters into their houses but I'll link them all here. I hope you like the headcanons!

Witches and Ghouls - Frostheim Edition

Fandom: Tokyo Debunker

Characters: Jin Kamurai, Thoma Ishibashi, Lucas Errant, Kaito Fuji x gn! Reader

Frostheim | Vagastrom | Jabberwock | Sinostra | Hotarubi | Obscuary | Mortkranken

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You're a witch! And even though the characters have made deals with demons themselves, they might have some surprising reactions.

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Jin doesn’t put much stock in gossip but it is certainly good for bringing his awareness to possibly true information. So when he heard that you might be a witch, he put in some extra investigation.

And boy was he surprised to find out that this particular rumour was true! He just wasn’t expecting you to actually be a witch.

Honestly, he’s going to be a bit cold around you for a bit, especially if you’ve been together for a while. He sees you keeping this from him as a breach of trust.

Eventually, he will realise that you were keeping it from him for good reason. Once he does this, he’ll accept your witchiness wholeheartedly. He cares about you regardless of whether you’re a witch or not.

Thoma’s pretty observant so it probably wouldn’t take him long to figure out that there’s something different about you.

When he finds out you’re a witch, he’s not super shocked. He had his suspicions after all. Now that he knows for sure, all the little things that happen around you make a lot more sense.

Unlike Jin, Thoma knows why you would hide your witchiness. Until you want to tell people, he’ll happily keep your secret.

He’s also great at helping you cover up any slip ups. Oh the door that’s been stuck for years suddenly opened when you tried it? Must have loosened up since the last person tried it.

I think Lucas wouldn’t find out unless you tell him. He’s quite observant with a lot of things but when it comes to you, he can have a bit of a blind spot.

He’s not going to react well initially. Much like Jin, he sees it as a betrayal of his trust, especially if you have any ways of helping with his investigation into demons.

But he’ll come around quickly and be very apologetic about how he reacted. It’s your business after all, he’s just glad you’re willing to forgive him.

He’ll do his best to make it up to you as well but helping out with any witchy stuff he can. Need ingredients? He’s on it? Got a migraine from pondering the orb? He’ll give you a head rub.

Yeah, Kaito’s going to find out super fast. Surprising everyone, he’ll probably figure it out faster than any of the other ghouls. He’s too focused on you not to notice.

It’s definitely going to freak him out to start with. He’s pacing around in his room torn between staying away from the spooky witch and hanging out with his very attractive partner.

Eventually, the latter wins and he’s back to normal and he’ll be apologetic about his actions. He’s already lucky you like being around him, he doesn’t want to do anything to jeopardise that.

You’ve also got a really good bargaining chip if he ever steps out of line. Just remind him of your witchy powers and he’ll very quickly stop whatever he’s doing.

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[fairy-writes]

Hii, can i request a oneshot of Ayato (tokyo ghoul) with an investigator reader?

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Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Tokyo Ghoul

Pairing(s): Kirishima Ayato x Reader

Word Count: 0.8k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, CCG Investigator!Reader, Human!Reader, Angst

Notes: Ayato is :re age in this (so around his 20s for those who haven’t finished :re (like me lol))

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You should’ve known this was going to happen. 

You stare blankly at the packet in front of you, a big bold “CLASSIFIED” stamped in red across the front. You had gone through it already before the meeting, only to go through it yet again in the meeting to make sure nothing was missed. 

Not that you would miss anything. No, no, no, you were too good at your job for that. 

Which is probably why they assigned you this mission. Because you were one of the best, not the best—that was reserved for Arima Kishou. But you were still an accomplished Special Class Investigator despite being in your twenties. 

But that didn’t matter right now. Or maybe it mattered more than anything in the world. 

Because you were being forced to kill your lover. 

The packet weighs heavily in your leather satchel on the bus ride home, but you refrain from opening it again to shield the classified information from prying eyes. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you pull it out, your heart sinking. 

“Ayato <3”

You swipe your thumb across the screen, sending the call to voicemail. Almost immediately, Ayato calls back but you do the same thing. 

And again. 

And again. 

Until…

“Boy troubles?” Comes an older woman’s voice, and you jump, turning to face her. She looked sympathetic, watching you with big eyes filled with sadness and warmth. You feel unexpected tears well up in your eyes,

“Something like that.” You sniffle, and her eyes soften. 

“It’ll be okay, dearie, just talk it out with him, yeah? That’s how my husband and I did it for sixty-three years.” She smiled encouragingly, and you let out a watery laugh.

“I’ll give that a go,” you mumble and shake hands. “Thank you,” You say, and she pulls you into a hug.

“Everything will work out in the end.” She promised, and the two of you parted ways. 

Ayato is waiting for you at the train station. You spot him almost immediately after getting off the train, just as he spots you. He pushes through the crowd until you are facing each other. 

“What did I do?” He demands, and you sigh, all your previous thoughts rushing back. 

Your mission. 

Your job.

You had to kill him or face the consequences yourself.

Could you even do it?

“Nothing.” You say and brush past him, intent on walking home. He follows you, boots kissing the heels of your dress shoes. His anger is palpable, making a shiver run down your spine at his dangerous emotions. He was infinitely stronger than you, being an SS-Class ghoul. You were pretty sure he’d stand no chance against Arima Kishou, but you? You’d need help from your team, but you were supposed to be the leader of this execution. 

The two of you didn’t say a word until you got to your apartment. The second the door shut and you locked your various locks, Ayato was in front of you, hands on his hips and demanding an answer. 

“Why are you upset?” He asks, and you toe off your shoes and hang your coat in the closet.

“I’m not upset.” You try, and he scoffs, 

“Bullshit. I can tell you’re upset about something. You never send me to voicemail unless I screw up or something happened at work.” You set your work bag on the dining table, the heavy papers inside thumping against the wood. 

“Can we not do this right now?” You say, pouring all your weariness into your voice. He arches an eyebrow and, thankfully, doesn’t say another word. 

You wake up a couple of hours later when Ayato slides into bed beside you and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close. He noses the back of your neck, inhaling your scent in a way that was comfortable to him. You close your eyes again, feeling tears welling up yet again as you try not to cry. 

You didn’t want to kill him. 

You weren’t even sure that you could. 

“I looked in your bag.” He mumbles, and your heart stops. 

“You—”

“I know, I’m sorry, but I was worried.” He says and squeezes you tight, pecking the back of your neck. 

“But that meant you saw my case file—” He cuts you off gently, and you feel your soul cry,

“I’m not mad. I want you to know that. It was bound to happen anyway.” He says, and that makes you turn to face him. He presses a kiss to your mouth and you can taste the coffee on his lips. 

It was almost funny how much he had changed. You knew from his sister that he used to be a brash and obnoxious teenager who was extremely violent and ruthlessly slaughtered investigators and humans alike. 

It was a wonder he fell in love with you at all. 

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Wait, you're pre-war?

Hancock edition because he is my fav

He had no doubt she was a vault dweller the second she strolled into his town. Figured she had a little more teeth than most to threaten the guy trying to charge her protection money. More than just the bright blue suit, her pip-boy looked damn near untouched and she frequently brought it close to her face and adjusted the dials to check or write down different things. He wasn’t so sure about pre-war. He’d met plenty of people who claimed to be pre war, most of them were ghouls and half of them were liars. Actual pre-war folks were rare, and it wasn’t something to flaunt unless you’re looking to ‘disappear’. He half believed her when Daisy declared that she was legit, but he figured it wasn’t a hard guess to say people are still people and the amount of people around before the war was a lot, but then-

“Hi there Nora. Been a while since the pickman gig, I was hoping I’d run into ya.”

“Yeah?” She seemed amused in her ridiculous getup. Like a genderswap of that old world comic. 

“Guess what someone tells me? Some costumed freak is operating in Goodneighbor. And the kicker is, it ain’t me. How am I supposed to feel about this?” He cracked one of his typical jokes, sizing up the now well-known vault dweller wondering what the hell she was up to in his town. 

“This neighborhood is ill.” She spoke in the goofiest voice he’s ever heard and he had to stop himself from laughing in her face. She may be acting and in costume, but she’d already rubbed out plenty of movers and shakers on his turf to leave behind that little call sign card. “I am the cure.” She spoke confidently in her oversized trench-coat and hat. 

“God, You’re priceless.” He lost the battle to hold back a chuckle. “Like the silver shroud herself walked out of a comic book into my den. Just priceless.” This encounter with the vault dweller’s flavor of crazy was sure to be one for the books. If he could get this lil ball of crazy working for him, his town would be perfect. “You’ve been busy scaring people. Bashing in a few faces. I respect that- so far. But I gotta ask, one freak to another. Why the getup?”

“Many have sought to pierce the shroud-” She spoke haughtily, in her same ridiculous put-on voice. “To no avail.” Dammit this was supposed to be a kinda serious talk. He was one line away from busting out laughing. 

“You just don’t stop. Stay you, pal.” He spoke with no small measure of levity. Dammit hancock, focus! This barrel of laughs could be in the mood to wipe out more thorns in his side, considering those remaining thorns may start sticking in her side soon. “Those low-lives you took out all belong to the same asshole. And that asshole’s planning some old-fashioned revenge on you, ya dig?” Better make sure this superhero has the info she needs to take out the trash in his town. “Fortunate for you, I want Sinjin to take a dirt nap.” More fortunate for him really, want was an understatement. Sinjin and his crew kept the allys and private residences of goodneighbor dangerous, since his guys kept to the streets unless someone calls them. “He’s taken two-bit raider outfits and made them- scary. Small fish now, but if left alone-” Understatement of the century. These guys wanted to be a new kind of gunners. 

“He will be judged for his crimes.” She spoke with finality, not once dropping the comic book hero voice. 

“Trust me-” He spoke with a smirk. “He needs a lot of judging. Got a lead on two of his own: Smiley Kate and Northy. Smiley is gathering a possy to take you out. And Northy is just running scared, hired himself some goons and is holding up in Prospect. Just keep piling those body bags until you find the location of the big guy himself.”

“Sinjin thinks he is above judgement. But no one is safe from the Silver Shroud.” She loved her heroic declarations, huh? He just prayed she was as monstrous in a fight as they said on the streets, no need to get this lady killed for some costumed escapades-

“Don’t get killed.” He warned. “You deal with Sinjin and I'm inclined to show you some gratitude, you feel me?” She just gave him this quiet, confident smirk, like his warning was funny. Left with a nod, look of amusement never dropping. Talk about a rogue variable-

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Sinjin was dead, so says the rumors along the grapevine, and if Kent is to be believed saved him from near death. His men say she came back, visited bobby no-nose, and the two haven't been seen since. Fahrenheit says she thinks they’re tunneling underground by all the explosions that have been reported by traders, and she has a few different places mapped out for where they could be going. He couldn’t understand why the vault dweller was joining a heist against him instead of coming to claim their reward he promised for their caped escapades, but maybe she just had one hell of a screw loose. He figured once Fahrenheit stops them, he’ll be happy to let them go so long as they don’t start firing. He figured with the both of those nutcases together, who knows how they reasoned themselves into this. 

It kinda stung though, he respected Bobby. She ran some good operations, never targeted people who didn’t deserve it. The fact that she was clearly angling for one of his storehouses meant that by Bobby's definition, he was The Man. He was too selfish, too authoritative to be trusted to distribute fairly to his citizens. In his city, Bobby felt like she had to rob him. One of his people. That really hurt. It was in a way the definition of failure. Was the vault dweller convinced this was justice? If that was true, if that’s how Bobby felt, fuck- 

He needs to take a walk.

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“Well if it ain’t Bobby’s little patsy.” He joked. She was out of costume when he saw her again. Fahrenheit filled him in plenty, her thinking she was pulling the heist on diamond city, chewing Bobby a new one and convincing her to stand down. He’s just glad no one died over this mess. “Here-” He dug into his pocket, pulled out a generous sized pouch of caps for her. “For protecting my stash, and for wiping out Sinjin. Real nice work there.” He complimented. “I’m glad you got her to stand down.” 

“Me too. Sorry for blowing the floor out your warehouse.” She laughed, and he couldn’t suppress a chuckle of his own. Damn, that laugh was contagious. 

“Hey, this is Goodneighbor.” He replied. “No hard feelings.” 

“I figured since the guard didn’t open fire the second I stepped into town.” She Jested, but it rang too true. He could with just a few words kill anyone in his territory. Wouldn’t even need a reason, his guard would be happy to listen. She was right, if he was mad she wouldn’t have made it into the statehouse. 

“Lemme tel ya-” He sighed. “This classy little tricorn hat of mine is getting heavy. Am I turning into the Man? Some kind of tyrant?” She was giving him her attention as he spoke, he appreciated it. “I spend all my time putting down the people I would've been proud to scheme with just a few years ago. I need to take a walk again, get a grip on what really matters; living free.” 

“Are you able to leave like that?” She looked at him quizzically. “Arn’t you the mayor?” 

“Hey, the mayor is still the mayor whether he’s ‘in residence’ or not.” He replied certainly. “I’ve walked outta here plenty a times. Keeps me honest. Can’t let power get to my head. That’s not what being in charge of Goodneighbor is all about.” She grinned at that, this bright, sunny, perfect thing. Shiny straight teeth, barely chapped lips, it wasn’t fair, making his old ghoulified heart skip a beat with nothing. With just a twitch of her face. Fuck, looking at her clearly, no shenanagains, no shock at the bright blue and shiny pip-boy or confusion at her costume and sunglasses, she was really, unfairly pretty. Like some chick in a pre-war magazine strolled off the pages. He could see where the pre-war rumors came from, they must have it really nice in those vaults. 

“If you’re headed out of here, why not travel with me?” She offered, and it was like she was pulling one of the millions of schoolboy-worthy dream scenarios out of his head and reading the script aloud. 

“Yeah-” He drawled, exceedingly pleased with how this was unfolding. “I like it. You might just be the right kind of trouble. Lemme just have a little chat with my community first. Give them the news.” 

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“I can’t believe you poached one of my citizens.” He teased as he re-joined her for dinner, having spent the afternoon exploring the aptly named little community of Sanctuary. To his shock, his travel companion was the infamous general of the minutemen, who’s been talked about like some sort of fairy-tale creature. Traders came through goodneighbor with stories of clean running water, strange buildings, and flocks of people immigrating to minutemen territory. To hear the folks on the radio tell it, most people couldn’t find sanctuary, and it was talked about like some foreign land. If you asked him, it sure looked like it. 

Turns out, as Nora had explained to him on the trip up, there’s just one way in or out and she’s been planting dense vegetation, on top of carving something she called earth-smiles into the barren soil. Indeed, the closer they got to her sanctuary, the greener their surroundings got. The security when they arrived was impressive, it looked like it was all pre-war tech. Mounted turrets everywhere, controlled bridge access, tall walls built from the same material as the houses, barbed wire embedded in the very top. She talked about it all casually, saying she just did this or that, but he didn’t actually put it together who she was until she had been immediately dragged away by people in uniform without any fuss, and in fact a great deal of humor, telling him she’ll see him later at dinner, go explore. Of course, her people were happy to spell it out for him just who she was and sing the praises of what she did.

The buildings all looked strange, rounded dirt walls and packed grass roofs, but they were pretty extraordinary. The bunkhouse was clean, the doctor’s even cleaner. The bunkhouse offered individual rooms, and when the receptionist he learned Nora employed let him take a peak he saw the rooms were not only were clean, but the beds looked new and the sheets, blankets, and pillows were an even cream, like they were dyed and not faded. Their cheapest room made his room in the statehouse look like a hobo shack.

The lady running the hospital claimed to be a robot and had a crazy accent and practically begged him for a blood donation, saying she had very little opportunities to work with ghouls like she does humans, lamenting to him there was only one other ghoul in sanctuary and she needed ‘replication’. She assured him it was all sterile, and by the time he felt like she would get emotional if he said no, he was convinced to get stabbed by the most polite doctor he’d met. She said, as they waited for his blood to pool in the bag, that she had explored many avenues of research in the commonwealth thanks to Nora and talked to him about her findings till the moment she pulled the needle from his skin. 

There was a playground for the grand total of two kids he could spot running around the streets, though Nora talked excitedly about the school she had underway on the walk up so there were probably more. The weapons and armor stores had impressive displays and a huge variety of items, the clothing store also sold toys, trinkets and jewelry seemingly handmade by the owner and her very talkative teenage daughter. He could see her toddler son on the floor, playing in a small box of scrap fabric with a sewn fabric fish. The woman looked preganant, and brought up her husband hunted and tanned the leather in their goods himself. He was pretty much pressured into buying a necklace the girl made as he chatted with he mother and examined their shockingly wide variety of wares. He couldn't begrudge them though, it was a fair price and he had never seen someone carve such a medallion from trash glass bottles. 

The necklace was wonderfully smooth to the touch and shiny, small multicolored beads of yellow and blue plastic and glass patterned in different sizes to accentuate the large amber glass medallion carved in the shape of the sun hanging down in the middle, all strung on a thin leather cord. He wasn’t sure he would wear it, but it was worth every cap. He’d never seen people make clothes or items so detailed. The people Nora had found here were talented. That, on top of the delicious roast squirrel on a stick sold at the bar that for some reason had vegetables skewered and cooked alongside the meat and their variety. Variety! Of cold beer, wine, and spirits. It was the best meal he’d ever bought during one of the most pleasant afternoons of his life, and the bartender warned him not to spoil his appetite for the community dinner. A free dinner for everyone?! Every Night?! Even visitors?! Yep, the bartender was happy to explain. 

They had guards, traders, hunters, builders he could see making another house in a cleared spot and fiddling around with the town’s water purifiers and generator building. Sprawling fields of razorgrain, mutfruit, melons, squash, every plant people could grow grew along the gentle slope down to the river, and he could see several people working in the fields. It was pretty picturesque considering they lived in an irradiated world. The place was idyllic, so it was pretty surprising to run into an old face running the general goods store. He was friendly enough, he knew the poor bastard was always a bit of a wuss. He guessed it got him through the years, but coward or not he was a part of goodneighbor. He guessed he couldn't blame the old bastard, the guy basically waxed poetic the second he brought up Nora and by the look and sound of it, he had a cushy ass setup here. Was a homeowner the old man bragged. 

“It’s not my fault.” Nora answered with that soft smirk that meant she was feeling mischievous. “You could say we’re old friends.” She sat down with her bowl of stew the cafeteria provided, happy to join him at his table. She was dressed all pre-war, hair tamed back with one of those sparkly pre-war hairnets and dressed in dainty black flat shoes and a bright red dress, complete with the lipstick and a tiny metal pin with “General Howard” pinned to her dress. He swore he saw her in a magazine when he was a kid, like someone dragged the model through time. 

“Man, what’s with the getup?” He found it hard to focus on any one thing, she was just ridiculously pretty. He was kind of stunned, he didn’t think he’d ever see, let alone talk to someone who looked like her. He’d seen plenty of people try, but out in the wasteland imitations of pre-war aesthetics were just that: imitations. Meant to show off to others that you can be fancy in the way people used to be, it showed you had enough, felt confident, lived safe, and it never quite looked right. Now he knows why, none of them can actually convincingly look pre-war, yet somehow Nora did so easily. “You look like someone from before the war, and it's all in great condition. Where’d you get that stuff? It must’a cost you an arm and a leg.” And it really should have. No stains, no wrinkles, the dress looked new, so did the shoes. 

“I am pre-war” She spoke through her smirk, barely containing her amusement. “Considering I bought them new, they were pretty cheap when I bought them.” 

“You’re shitting me. You look maybe 35, and that’s one hell of a stretch. There’s no way you can convince me you were around before the bombs fell.” He crossed his arms and re-appraised her. She looked like she was eating up this entire conversation. 

“Believe me or not, it's the truth. Me and my whole family were frozen in the vault near here, 111. My kid was stolen while I was frozen, that’s why I'm looking for him.” She explained. “We got free admittance to the vault because me and my husband both served, so we never had to use our personal bunker. Luckily, we just stored emergency items down there and used the rest of the space for storage, so it all came in handy when I made it out of my vault.” 

“You’re shitting me.” He was sure he looked stunned, he felt stunned. She was already an odd individual, a kind and oddly clever travel companion, and had little concept of personal space despite his ghoulish affliction. That was off-putting enough, this? 

“I am not.” She spoke with a grin, like the first she gave him that stopped his heart, this one stopped it then sent it back racing several times, and he knew he was fucked.

[buttermilkbunny]

My current thoughts that have been rattling around in my noggin about Papá Perpetua are so incoherent and I’m posting them here because I think my dad’s tired of listening to me ramble while he plays guitar lol, and I like posting my random thoughts lol.

They are as follows (in no particular order and in no way super detailed or well thought out, very jumbled and stream of consciousness lol):

- Obviously 7 is part of the imagery in all the promo stuff we’ve seen and is significant in some way. We are also technically in era 7 (Nihil, Primo, Secondo, Terzo, Copia, Papa IV, Frater/papa V makes 7). The number 7 can mean sacrifice, purification, consecration, forgiveness, and reward; though I’ve also seen it mean completeness. (I saw a post about the whole 7 imagery a few months back and cannot for the life of me find it now lol.)

So I could definitely see Papa V sticking around for a while.

- I’ve seen an interview clip where Tobias Forge has said he’s developed slight claustrophobia from the mask, and I’ve read that that type of mask makes it harder to sing, but I’ve also seen interviews where it’s said he wouldn’t go completely without the mask. I like to envision a half mask of some sort like the phantom of the opera!

Though I also do believe in the theory that Papá V is Copia’s twin (cause of seestor’s memories in RHRN) (also because who has the most employee of the month awards of Copia has the second most), so maybe we’ll still get a full head mask because they would logically have to look similar enough.

Also also, I’m curious, if Perpetua is indeed Copia’s twin, how Tobias will go about Copia knowing about his twin. Like, will it be a long lost brother situation, surely not if Perpetua’s already within the ministry; but who’s to say. I want more family soap opera!

Phantom of the opera Papá would be fun tho because I LOVE phantom of the opera dearly, and I feel like Ghost would do wonders with the theatrics POTO theming allows for. (Papa of the opera, if you will lol)

- I love that Seestor named her boys ‘abundance/plenty’ and ‘eternal/everlasting’.

On that note, Papa V’s name def makes me think this will be the Papa we have for quite some time. I’ve seen people say that this will be the last Papá we get unless Tobias’s kids take over (I saw so many people adamant that his kids would take over) so who knows. Only time will tell. I’m just excited to see the new lore and also the COSTUMES!

The Papa’s have been getting progressing more sparkly in the costumes so I’m expecting Papa V to have maximum sparkles. Bedazzled to the fullest. (I saw one tweet that was like ‘Tobias Forge is taking so long because he has to bedazzle all of the costumes’ lol)

- My dream for the ghoul costumes for some reason (which I will implement into my own reimagining of the ministry I work on for funsies) is for the costumes to have little bat wings on the back. Idk why I’m so obsessed with the idea but yeah lol. I’m so excited to see the ghoul costumes if they change for Papa V. - I've seen people think it's Terzo, and I've seen some really good points made as to why. A few included the fact that the silhouette in the doorway is the same, that Terzo's foot twitched n the morgue and that there are scratch marks on his coffin, there was something to do with a certain song that maybe hinted at Papa Perpetua débuting when Terzo was Papa, as well as some other ones. While I do enjoy this theory, I'm more of a Copia's Twin theory believer. (Though I did see someone one time theorize that Terzo is Copia's twin lol).

I also saw a theory on tiktok that I cannot find again that talked about how Copia and Perpetua switched when Copia became Papa. I liked the idea though I kind of struggled to grasp it when first reading it lol. The idea is cool though! - I also saw someone on Tiktok point out that all of the songs on the V IS COMING Loma Vista playlist, the first letters spell out SATANIZED. I assume it's the name of a new song, maybe whatever was teased in the fiasco chapter, or maybe the album name.

[istharoth]

ThINkING SO MUCH ABOUT HAKU IT'S NOT EVEN FUNNY ANYMORE. This is just me rambling lol. {ALSO, SPOILERS. KINDA]

[Thank you for this very valuable information, Taiga-San & that one Vagastrom Student.]

[BUT WHY IS HE SKETCHY THO!?!? You look at him and go "He's sketchy." I mean, I get it. [But some people also think he's switching sides. Haku, you're so.] WHY ARE YOU THIS WAY. Ily tho ]

But anyways, more so, this man skillfully [and charmingly] avoided the question about his stigma which leads me to believe his stigma is the exorcism of curses. [UNLESS, that's what he does as a priest and that's not his stigma.]

But then again, there's that one theory of shape-shifting with his R Tanuki Warding Card.]

This conversation with Rui makes so much more sense right now. WHICH LEADS ME TO MY NEXT POINT, if Clementia was shut down a year before the MC arrived to Darkwick, why was Haku put into Frostheim.

I mean, again, I kinda get why but with him being the heir to a Shinto shrine and not being put in Hotarubi or Clementia is so sus.

But then you have Ritsu, rich guy who was put into Sinostra and Kaito, who was put into Frostheim. [But, Kaito's also pretty sus.] {Ritsu's just a guy.}

This one makes me a bit frustrated, because, Haku's a simp for rules. [I'm quoting Taiga- the Fico simp] AND THERE'S absolutely no way he would let go of an anomaly right? AND I KNOW HE'S COMFORTING THE PC BUT IT STILL MAKES ME SAD CAUSE WHAT IF, WHAT IF HE WAS ONLY DOING THAT TO GAIN HER TRUST AND THEN HE'LL BETRAY HER AND ALL OF DARKWICK

*head in hands* Yeah, i'll believe you until the very end because potentially speaking, you're possibly the only ghoul I trust. [And Leo. HEAR ME OUT, I know he's out for blood (not really tho) but I'd trust Leo than the other ghouls. There's no way that boy is a traitor. 👍]

Also the entire conversation about someone potentially bringing the doll from the temple and him believing THE PC almost instantly? SUSPICIOUS. I'M WATCHING YOU WITH MY SECRET THIRD EYE HAKU.

I could go on a rant about how he works the Like Doves because a Shinto kami, Hachiman specifically used doves as a messenger. AND HOW INARI, another Shinto kami uses foxes as messengers.

YOU KNOW WHERE ELSE WE SAW A FOX WHO HAD EERILY SIMILAR EYES TO HAKU'S?! But, this is a theory, a game theory. [Sorry, I couldn't help but say that. ;-;]

OMG. WAIT. okay, but wait. If the ghouls and PC want the same thing, would it mean that being a ghoul is a curse? But, then again, they devoured the demon and Haku can't do shit about being a ghoul because *drum roll* he ate the demon.

Also, you know, the person Haku wants to help? What if they're being disciplined at the moment? And the "Have I ever lied to you?" to Cornelius? SUS I TELL YOU.

[bisexualiteaa]

Ghoulish Kinda Love

John Hancock x Ghoul!Fem Reader (SMUT!! and some fluff!)

CW: NSFW MDNI!! ghoul reader, chem usage, alcohol use, talks of discrimination, p in v, p0rn w/ some plot, slow burn, FEELINGS! Fingering, oral, (fem receiving) short handjob, unprotected sex, ghoul sex, riding, irradiated cream pie, cursing, fluffy ending, potential spelling/grammar errors, slight deviance from game

AN: I’m back partying people! Thank you to those who have put requests in regarding our charismatic ghoul companion Hancock! Been itching to write something for him and give him a little more love because there isn’t a lot out there for my boy Hancock, and he deserves all the love. ❤️ We won’t talk about the way I’d go to write this and each time I would, a sign telling me I need to “repent for my sins” would come up along the road lmao. 😭 Anyway, enjoy some fluffy smutty action with our man Hancock! Please go easy, I’m still relatively new to all things Fallout so if I goof up some stuff from the game, I do apologize, I’m still learning! But otherwise I do hope y’all enjoy! 🥰

Also I don’t own the rights to any music here, but there are a few songs if you’d like to enjoy them along with the moment for a more immersive experience!

You didn’t remember much from your life before the bombs dropped on that horrifically fateful day. You vaguely remember the taste of pie when you would bake it, or Mac ‘n cheese back when it was made with clean water and fresh hot off the burner. You even more vaguely remember the days of dressing really nice, now it was all you could to find something that was concealing enough to hide who you had become wandering along the commonwealth aimlessly. There was once purpose in your journey, once meaning behind it but not anymore, at least not one you could remember. Two hundred years is a long time to live, a lot of memories to hold, and when you’re spending a lot of that time trying to keep from turning feral it’s even harder to remember the trivial things like life without radiation exposure. It pained your heart to think about, to look at yourself in a mirror or your reflection in a passing puddle of radiated water. One thing you do remember is looking beautiful once upon a time, your once E/C eyes having turned a hazy black, your H/L, H/C having long since fallen out. Hell, the most noticeable part was that your nose was completely missing now, your leathery marred skin a sickly grey making you look like a walking corpse. You hated looking upon yourself now that you were a ghoul, you had been for a little over a century now, but it still always caught you by surprise.

t was one day upon your blind stumbling that you had entered a town called Goodneighbor, your bandana covering your face and large hat on to keep the fact that you were a ghoul slightly harder to point out lest it be anything like Diamond City was. You found out the hard way that day that a lot of places don’t take kindly to ghouls, and whether you were feral or not they tended not to want to chance it. You were just going to stroll through, minding your own business when a man stopped you on your way in. “Hey, hold up there. First time in Goodneighbor? Can’t go walkin’ around without insurance” spoke the gruff voice of a man who had just lit a cigarette in front of you, speaking with it sticking from the corner of his mouth before removing it and blowing the smoke in your direction. Asshole. “Unless it’s keep-dumb-assholes-away-from-me insurance, I’m not interested” you stated, and he didn’t quite like the tone you were catching. “Now don’t be like that, I think you’re gonna like what I have on offer” he replied, making you roll your eyes at his persistence. Here we go. “You hand over everything you got in them pockets or “accidents” start happening to ya. Big, bloody, accidents” he threatened, and you didn’t take too kindly to it but by now, you were used to the casual threat being thrown your way, especially as a ghoul. You heard a gravely voice from off in the distance, almost as if he had just appeared from the alleyway between the buildings in behind the man haggling you. “Woah woah, now time out” the man spoke, wearing a black tri-corn hat and a stark red jacket with a white dress shirt underneath. What really caught you by surprise? He was a ghoul. “someone steps through the gate the first time, they’re a guest. You lay off the extortion crap” he finished, walking towards the man haggling you and the man almost seemed to meet him halfway as if he knew him. All you could do was stand there in awe. Holy shit, he was defending you, no one ever did that. “What’d you care? She ain’t one of us” the man spoke, his cigarette smoke still lingering in your nostrils from when he’d blown it in your face. “No love for your mayor, Finn? I said let her go” the ghoul said, standing his ground. Wait…did he say mayor? He was the mayor of this town? As a ghoul?? You were so flabbergasted to imagine such a thing, your kind were so hated, you could never have thought of a town being accepting enough to be run by a ghoul. Although you could tell by the body language this man in particular didn’t really care for the mayor, they looked as if they were getting ready to have a stand off. “You’re soft Hancock. You keep letting outsiders walk all over us, one day there’ll be a new mayor” the man, Finn countered. “Come on man, this is me we’re talkin about. Let me tell ya somethin’…” the ghoul, Hancock said, walking closer to Finn, looking as if he was stretching his hand out to place it on Finn’s shoulder but instead, reached for a knife, stabbing your haggler repeatedly in the stomach until he dropped to the ground at his feet. You were in shock, you’d seen people killed before, heck you’ve killed people yourself before because it was a kill or be killed kinda world out here, but never in the time you spent as a ghoul had anyone ever killed for you.

“Now why’d you have to go and say that, huh? Breakin’ my heart here” Hancock said to the man before looking to you. “You alright, sister?” He asked. “Your face…it’s like mine” was unfortunately all you could say, bringing your bandana down to show him. “Ya like it? I think it gives me a sexy, king of the zombies kinda look. Big hit with the ladies” he said flirtatiously, his voice dipping a little lower, bringing out the gravely rasp to his tone and if you could blush still, you would have. You gave a smile and a giggle, enjoying his take on ghoulification. “I’m a ghoul, something I see we share. Lot of walkin’ rad freaks like us around here” he said, and you felt guilty for pointing it out and not thanking him first, but his next words put a warmth in your heart to hear. “Goodneighbor’s of the people, for the people, you feel me? Everyone’s welcome” he said, and that made you smile because never had you been some place where you felt so welcome for being who you were. “Of the people, for the people? Oh brother…” you joked sarcastically, making him laugh. “I can tell I’m gonna like you already. Just consider this town your home away from home…so long as you remember who’s in charge” he said before starting to walk off, but you were so curious, had so many questions needing answers to, so you bothered and stopped him.

“What can I do for ya, newcomer?” He asked happily, making you almost clam up when you went to speak but you cleared your throat, working through your anxiety. “What’s your story, Hancock?” You asked kindly yet curiously. “My favorite subject. I came into this town about…a decade ago? Had a smooth set of skin back then. While I was busy making myself a pillar of the community, I would go on these…like…wild tears. I was young; any chems I could find, the more exotic the better. Finally found this experimental radiation drug, only one of its kind left, and only one hit” he said, and his story had you intrigued. “Oh man, the high was so worth it. Yeah I’m livin’ with the side effects but hey, what’s not to love about immortality?” He asked, making you chuckle. “Got its perks, its downsides too but hey, glad to finally see someone enjoyin’ it” you said, making him chuckle. “All that chem use definitely prepared you for a career in politics…” you quipped wittily, making him chuckle. “People respect me because I don’t put myself above them. I sling and shoot up just like the next guy” he said, and you respected that. “Hey, no judgement! I respect that” you replied. “Can you tell me more about this town of yours, Goodneighbor?” You asked. “It’s all about the people, understand? They’re freaks, misfits, and troublemakers and that’s why I love ‘em. Everyone here lives their own life, their own way. No judgements” he said proudly, making you smile happily to find yourself welcomed to such a wonderful place. It wasn’t anything crazy big or crazy busy, it was quaint and sweet, felt like home and that was a hard feeling to come by these days. This was the first time you’d ever been anywhere so accepting, so care free of looks or who you were or what you did. It felt good. Maybe this was what you’d been searching for all this time.

“I have a feeling you’ll fit in well here” he said with a warm and inviting smile to match his tone, making you smile hopefully, and it made him happy to see such a look on your face, to know he had helped someone who seemed to really need it. “Thank you, it’s so nice to finally be welcomed somewhere rather than forced out” you said, and he felt that pain, knew that a lot of other people who stayed in his town felt the same way. It warmed his heart to know that he could be a helping hand. You seemed really sweet, he hoped you’d settle in and stay a while, newcomers were always interesting around here but you piqued his interest just a little bit more than most others did.

So as you settled in over time, he got to know you a little bit more. You would often venture down to the bar, and you’d found Hancock there quite often, there you exchanged life stories, dreams, aspirations, regrets. It was nice, finally having human interaction for once with someone, someone who understood and someone who wouldn’t cringe or push you away when you spoke. Some nights, he’d put something on from the jukebox and ask you to dance with him, not caring about how bad either of you were in your drunken/high states. Did I mention you were chem buddies? Oh yeah. When night time came, or you’d find some chems while out scavenging the commonwealth for more supplies to help yourself, Hancock and the town, he was inviting you to his room on the state house to do them with him. For that time, you could just forget the world in its entirety, forget being a ghoul, forget it all. You would smile and laugh amongst each other as you told wild stories, flirted with one another, it was always a good time with him. You never had to worry, and you loved that. He was a safe place to just be yourself and he did the same, with absolutely no shame or judgement in sight.

There was one night in particular that you’d remember for the rest of your days, no matter how long you lived until. You were at the bar, talking and enjoying a few drinks with Hancock as you both typically spent your evenings, before you watched him saunter his way over to the jukebox, picking a song to play to dance with you to. As much as Fehr claimed she wanted no part in, or held any care in your growing relationship with the mayor, she couldn’t help but feel a little warmth and happiness deep down that Hancock had finally managed to find someone that made him happy. It was good to see him happy and well, to be carefree in the positive kind of way rather than just getting high in his room all the time. Of course he was still getting high, but it was with you, someone who kept him company, someone who he could confide in. You smirked as you recognized the song that was playing as he leaned against the jukebox, his eyes raking your figure as Oh, Pretty Woman began to play, urging you over to him to dance with him. How could you say no to a man with such charisma?

Pretty woman walkin’ down the street

Pretty woman, the kind I’d like to meet

Pretty woman, I don’t believe you, you’re not the truth

No one could look as good as you

Mercy

He’d softly sang along with the song, his arm sliding around your waist to your back, swiftly and effectively pulling you against him, your hands resting against the ruffles along his white under shirt. You smiled up at him, knowing this was once again one of those times that if you could blush, you would. You’d never felt this way before, never felt so cared for, so wanted since you’d become a ghoul.

Pretty woman, won’t you pardon me?

Pretty woman, I couldn’t help but see

Pretty woman, that you look lovely as can be

Are you lonely just like me?

He continued to sing, just loud enough for you to hear, grabbing your hand and spinning you in front of him suavely before dipping you, unphased by anyone who could be looking on. You smiled as people clapped and stomped their feet to the beat as a way to hype you both up. You couldn’t help the fury of giggles leaving you as he did so, absolutely stunned by such a display.

Grrrow

He imitated right by your ear with a grin, making a shiver run down your spine at the way his raspy voice dropped in octave a little bit as he did. You gave an intrigued sound in response before a laugh bubbled up from your throat as you pulled his signature black, tri-corn hat off from his head in the process of standing back up, placing it on your own with a mischievous grin up at him that he mirrored back. He was good and he knew it, but you couldn’t just let him have this that easily, as much as you were down bad for him, you wanted to see him chase you a little bit. Needed to see if he was all talk or if his words and actions held meaning to them like you hoped they would.

Pretty woman, stop awhile

Pretty woman, talk awhile

Pretty woman, give your smile to me

Pretty woman, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pretty woman, look my way

Pretty woman, say you’ll stay with me

‘Cause I need you, I’ll treat you right

Come with me, baby, be mine tonight

He sang as you danced once more, grabbing your hands and twirling you to where your back pressed to his front for a moment before twirling you back, his fingers beneath your chin as you looked up at him at the end of the verse with a teasing grin. You sauntered away to the doorway towards the rooms before stopping there, turning to look over your shoulder at him as an invitation but stayed as you watched him sing.

Pretty woman, don’t walk on by

Pretty woman, don’t make me cry

Pretty woman, don’t walk away, hey

Okay

If that’s the way it must be, okay

I guess I’ll go on home, it’s late

There’ll be tomorrow night, but wait

What do I see?

Is she walkin’ back to me?

He sang as he watched your hand as it slid down from the doorway you propped up against before making your way back to him, getting just as excited to see you come back as the man singing the song claimed to be. He smirked, watching the sway of your hips as you walked towards him, giving a whistle as you did, his eyes roaming your body.

Yeah, she’s walkin’ back to me

Oh, oh, pretty woman

He finished, watching you loop your arms around his neck as his hands came to rest against your hips and god he’d never been more scared than fucking up this moment with you. Does he just hold you? Does he kiss you? Fuck, do you even feel that way about him? He figured with the way you two flirted, with the way you gave him bedroom eyes just a minute ago that you did, but he didn’t want to be an asshole and just assume either. Maybe he’d let you make the first move, place it in your hands to do with what you wish. That look in your eyes made him never want to look away, you looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky. God how he adored you, he wanted you so badly, and not even in just the sexual way that he normally felt for women who piqued his interest now and again. You were really and truly different in his eyes. As people clapped and cheered on for you both, the tension in the air was broken momentarily, making you laugh happily as you looked out at everyone then back up at him. You smiled up at him, your heart racing as he looked at you with a smile that told him this was the moment. So he took the leap of faith, pulling his hat from your head and leaning down to kiss you, his hat concealing your lips that locked together softly. The on lookers gave a whistle and a cheer as they knew exactly what was happening, and you placed your hands on either sides of his face, pulling him to you to keep him there for just a little bit longer. He grinned into your kiss, his free hand coming to rest on your hip as all worries flew out the window the moment you enthusiastically pulled him in. There couldn’t have been a happier man to exist in that moment other than him, watching as he looked down at you with the most star struck look on his face. “What do you say you and me sneak off for the night, Mr. Mayor?” You asked, placing his hat back on his head and adjusting it for him with a smile. He gave a raspy chuckle at you using his title and what you were insinuating from your question. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t send an excited twitch straight to his cock. “I’d say I like the way you think, sunshine” he replied, making you smile and giggle at his enthusiasm. “Good answer” you replied. Guess it was a good thing you’d paid for your drinks already after all.

You followed him upstairs, to his room in the state house, closing the door behind you both as you walked in after him. You could still hear the jukebox playing music loudly, you smiled as you heard the next song playing from it. Coincidentally enough, it was perfect for a slow dance. His hand boldly came to rest on your waist as his free hand grabbed yours, your fingers intertwined together. “I know it might be cheesy but…now that we’re away from all the pryin’ eyes, I wanna do this right” he said, making you smile softly at him, doing your best to hide the giddy excitement bubbling inside of you that you hadn’t felt in centuries. “Would you…dance with me?” He asked, making you smile brightly as your arms looped around his neck and you looked up at him with a dreamy smile. “I’d be delighted to” you replied, making him smile back down at you. You hummed along with the opening of the song, knowing the melody that was being played.

Crazy, I’m crazy for feelin’ so lonely

I’m crazy, crazy for feelin’ so blue.

I knew, you’d love me as long as you wanted

And then someday, you’d leave me for somebody new.

You sang as you rest your head against his chest as you both swayed to the rhythm of the song. You closed your eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth of him against you and the feel of his embrace. He gave a contented hum, getting to hear your lovely voice so close, and only for him in this moment. In this moment you weren’t the newcomer that everyone felt the need to gawk at every time you entered a room with him, as selfish as it made him feel but at the same time, in this moment he wasn’t the people’s either. He was yours, and you were his. For a moment the world felt at peace. For a moment, all time seemed to stop around you and it was just the two of you here. It was calming, intimate even. Intimate in a way that for the first time, wasn’t sexual for a change. The closest he’d really ever gotten to intimacy without sex was aftercare, and even then, it came after sex so therefore it was still involved. But this? This was nice. Having you in his embrace, your head against his chest, not a wrinkle of worry evident on your face, and his only worry being if his heart was racing too harshly or too loud for you to be able to withstand.

Worry, why do I let myself worry?

Wonderin’ what in the world did I do?

Crazy, for thinkin’ that my love could hold you.

I’m crazy for tryin’, and crazy for cryin’

And I’m crazy for lovin’ you.

You supposed the song wasn’t wrong in a way, most people would call you crazy for falling in love with a ghoul, or trying to fall in love period as a ghoul. Most people knew them by the characteristic lack of smooth skin, sunken in and marred skin, missing noses and the potential that they turn feral at any moment. You would never listen to that though, as a ghoul you knew you came with ups and downs, but you never let that stop you from seeing the best in others just as you’d hope they would some day do for you in return. After all, you and John both have had your fair share of run ins with feral ghouls in your time traveling together, you both knew what to look out for. John wasn’t one of them, and he knew neither were you. It never mattered to you what someone looked like, you only cared whether they would care for you in return the same way you care for them. How big their heart is, how they treat you and others around them. John was a good man, you knew this from the first moment you met him. Sure, the first moment you’d met him he killed someone, but he killed someone who was trying to harm and haggle you the moment you first step foot into what you’d learned to be his town. He did it to protect you. He looks out for his people, wanting, and doing only what is best for them, helping them any way he can. Of the people, for the people he’d always say. It was that drive, that selflessness that attracted you to him, but also that he didn’t discriminate like the rest of the world seemed to. You couldn’t care less about how his skin was marred from the years of radiation exposure, how a deep hole sits where his nose once did. You saw John for the man he is, the heart he has, not just as the ghoul everyone else does. That’s what made you so likable in his eyes, you never judged. You never held a distaste for the fact that you were a ghoul, that he was one, or that you were surrounded by your fellow people of Goodneighbor who were also mostly ghouls. You had a good outlook on things but weren’t too gullible to be taken advantage of, something that not many people had these days. He also appreciated the way you never judged his habits. Never once in the amount of times that he would take a hit of jet, or pop a couple of mentats, hell even on the rare occasional use of psycho, did you ever once judge him. You didn’t have to partake with him, he’d never force you to, but the fact that you didn’t cringe when he would, the fact that you would never chew him out for it as if he didn’t know the consequences of his own actions. You respected him, respected his way of living, just as he respected you and yours.

He looked down at you, seeing your eyes light up as they met his with a smile spread across your lovely, maybe slightly chapped, lips. He smiled down at you, his hand leaving yours to cradle your cheek as he looked upon you with astonishment. How could someone like you, so loving, so caring, choose him? In a world full of people, granted he knew from experience that the pickings amongst those of the surface were less than stellar, yet you still chose him. A ghoul, when there are people out there that are still far more human looking. Hell, he was sure you could make a synth even grow a heart if you wanted it to and looked upon one the way you looked at him. Sure he would tease you for liking him, for befriending him, but it warmed his heart to know that out of anyone out there, you chose him as your battle partner, him to adventure with. He only hoped deep down that that friendship could be more.

And almost as if someone out there was listening to his thoughts, had heard his silent prayers, he watched as your eyes flickered between his hazy black ones and then to his thin, marred lips, with a look he recognized well. This was the moment that would lead to it all, the moment he’d been waiting for, dreaming about since starting to travel with you and partake in your company. It was truly all or nothing now.

Crazy, for thinkin’ that my love could hold you.

I’m crazy for tryin’, and crazy for cryin’

And I’m crazy for lovin’…

You.

He smiled a little wider when your hand came to cradle his cheek like he was doing with you as you were singing, pulling him even closer to you, if it was possible. Before he knew it, as you sang the last word of the song, your lips found their way to his once more, pressing gently against his own but with confidence and passion that showed him you wanted this. That you wanted him. His hand that was on your cheek soon came to rest against the back of the one you had on his, keeping you as close as he could get but also ensuring that this was real. He needed to know that this wasn’t a dream or some jet fueled fantasy he was in. And to his surprise and delight, it was in fact real. He reciprocated the kiss, finally breaking out of his momentary shock to pull you against him, your chests flush together as his other hand gripped your hip. You smiled into it as his tongue prodded at your lower lip, asking kindly to deepen the kiss into something more passionate. You opened, allowing it and allowing the moment to carry you both to wherever it may lead. Your free hand came to rest against his chest, fingers toying with the ruffles of his undershirt beneath the red jacket he always wore, earning a low, gravely groan from him that rattled his chest. As you both parted for air, he looked down to see that beautiful half lidded expression as he pressed his forehead against yours. “Tell me I’m not dreamin’” he said, breathlessly, almost as if he couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. His response made you chuckle. “I’d be really pissed if I was, that or damn impressed by what the chems you have can do” you quipped, making him laugh. “Me too. You feel real…real nice too” he complimented, his head ducking down to place small chaste kisses against your neck, always the charmer. You giggled. “Then I’d say it’s real” you replied, and those were the words he wanted to hear. He chuckled softly as he exhaled, relieved to know it was real.

He smiled but you could tell there was something eating at him, something he hadn’t said yet. You’d known Hancock long enough in the time you’d spent getting high with him and traveling the commonwealth with him to know his cues. Part of him hated the way that you could tell something was off, after all, he always wanted to keep this aloof front, like nothing ever bugged him but you knew that wasn’t true. Something was bugging him now. “There’s uhh…there’s something I need you to hear” he started, making you part enough to give him space, but not too far to make him feel like you weren’t there for him or put off by what he’d said. “Is everything alright?” You asked, concern in your tone that maybe you might have overstepped a boundary or assumed something incorrectly. “Oh yeah, better than that. This is just…tricky” he replied before giving a sigh, as if trying to get the tension to release from him with one breath. “It’s just, being out there with you, it’s made me realize. Most of my life to this point, I’ve been runnin’ out on the good things I got” he answered, but you could tell he wasn’t done yet, he had more to get off of his chest. “I skipped out on my family, my life in Diamond City. Took up with you just to get outta Goodneighbor. Hell, runnin’ from myself is what made me into…into a damn ghoul” he added, sounding upset at himself, and you wanted so badly in that moment to reach out and take his hand, do something to comfort him, but you wanted him to finish as to not overstep or rudely cut him off. “But bein’ here with you, for the first time in my life, things have just felt…right” he added, making you smile softly at that. You were happy you could be help and a good friend to him, even if you deep down wanted more than that. “And running? It’s the furthest thing from my mind. I mean, I left Goodneighbor thinkin’ I was just gonna sharpen up the ol’ killer instinct. But whether it’s fate, or destiny, or just god damn coincidence, I ended up with someone like you” he continued, making you smile once again, even brighter this time at him as you imagined a soft pink would have flushed to your cheeks had you had a smoother set of skin. “I turned one of the nastiest settlements in the commonwealth into a refuge for the lost. I thought I’d done something I could hang my hat on. But being out there with you, it’s made me realize just how small time I’d been thinkin’. And that maybe all my running, from my life, myself…maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing after all” he confessed, making you look slightly confused as to what he’d said.

“Running from yourself? What do you mean?” You asked, making him chuckle a bit as he thought of what to say to both be honest but also lighten the slightly damper mood up a little bit. He needed to see that smile back on your lips, when you smiled at him, it was like the world was no longer in shambles. He needed that, right now and until the end of his days because he swore no high from any chem out there compared to the one you’d give him. “Well, I didn’t always look this good. The drug that did this to me, that made me a ghoul, I knew what it was going to do. I just couldn’t stand lookin’ at the bastard I saw in the mirror anymore” he replied, making your heart break for him that he felt that way about himself, under all that confidence. “The coward who’d let all those ghouls from Diamond City die. Who was too scared to protect his fellow drifters from Vic and his boys. If I took it, I’d never have to look at him again. I could put all that behind me. I’d be free. Didn’t seem like a choice at all” he added. “Turns out it was just me runnin’ from somethin’ else in my life” he continued, sounding ashamed for his actions and his past, and you understood better than anyone what that felt like. You stepped a little closer to him to grab his hand in yours, an offering of comfort. “Hey, it doesn’t matter what you did. All that matters is what you do from here on out” you said confidently, something you always told yourself to keep your head high and keep going, making him chuckle. “I know a lotta bookies that’d disagree with you. But I feel what you’re gettin’ at. So let me get to the point” he said, grabbing your other hand in his as he looked at you, eye to eye now to show you what he was about to say next was very important to him.

“Throwin’ in with you, has been the best decision I ever made. It’s like I found a part of myself I never realized was missing…which happens sometimes when you’re a ghoul” he started, making you chuckle as you too knew that feeling all too well by now. “If I hadn’t taken up with you, I’d probably be in the gutter somewhere, getting gnawed on by radroaches. You’ve been one hell of a friend” he said, making you smile and chuckle at that, before you looked down at your hands held together, working up the courage to ask the question that had been plaguing your mind for ages now. This was it, this was the moment. “Have you…ever thought about us as maybe more than just friends?” You asked skittishly almost, hoping he’d say yes, praying he felt the same way. A part of you felt deep down like he did, call it hope, call it whatever, but you were never fully sure where you guys stood. You two flirted like he held interest, he looked out for you, invited you along for things that he’d really never invite anyone else to other than maybe Fehr, but it felt different when it was with you. There was a connection between you, that was undeniable, but what type of connection you were never sure of. He gave a chuckle at your question. “It that obvious? But c’mon, you don’t wanna wake up to this mug every morning. Never wish that on anyone I cared for” he replied, joking in that self deprecating manner he always did but answering your question nonetheless. “Hey, who I fall for is my decision, and I’ve fallen for you” you replied softly but with confidence, showing him that you meant it. “Wouldn’t expect that kinda lapse in judgement from you. But I guess that works out for me then, doesn’t it?” He asked with a happy smile, chuckling once more but you could tell that that comment did wonders to help him feel more at ease. “Moments like this, I know all that karma stuff is bull. Because no one like me should be this lucky” he added, making you chuckle in response as you came closer, looping your arms around his neck once again. “Sure you do. You deserve the world in my eyes, John” you said softly, genuinely as you looked up at him, your eyes promising nothing but love and support for his any and every endeavor. “I don’t need the world sunshine. I got you, what else could I need?” He replied, making you giggle as you rest your head against his chest. “So everything is okay between us then?” You asked, making him give a raspy huff in amusement. “I got you, everything else is just details and drug paraphernalia” he said, making you smile warmly as you chuckled once again at his corny line before leaning up and kissing him once more.

It wasn’t long before silence fell over the room long enough to hear the music playing from the jukebox once more. Once again, as if someone had been listening, it was a rather slow, very romantic song playing through the speakers.

Blue moon you saw me standing alone.

Without a dream in my heart,

Without a love of my own.

Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for.

You heard me saying a prayer for,

Someone I really could care for.

And then there suddenly appeared before me

The only one my arms will ever hold.

I heard somebody whisper “Please adore me”

You smiled into it as you both very quickly got swept back up into the moment with each other, his hands traveling the expanse of your curves slowly and softly, mapping out the valleys and plains of your body and to feel you against him. A mischievous grin took the place of the more innocent smile as you pulled away, gently pushing Hancock back to sit on his bed. He gave an equally mischievous grin and chuckle at your actions as you separated enough to take his hands and use them to slide the straps of your dress down your shoulders, allowing it to begin to fall down your frame. He gave a chuckle before whistling once it slipped from you, sitting in a red pool on the floor, leaving you in just your underwear as you stepped out of the discarded dress and straddled his lap on the bed.

And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold!

Blue moon!

Now I’m no longer alone

Without a dream in my heart

Without a love of my own

He grinned, his hands resting on your hips as yours sat on his collarbones, pulling him into another heated kiss. “Fuck…” was all he could manage to mutter into it, making you giggle as your hands wandered his frame. You smiled as you pulled back to enjoy the almost drunk look on his face as he drank you in. It was as if he didn’t know where to look or touch first, he was normally smooth and suave when it came to this sort of thing, but you were different than the rest. “You’ve got a wonderful way of making this ol’ ghoul feel like her old self again with that look” you replied, making him chuckle before clearing his throat. “What’s not to like there, sunshine? All I see is a badass, very beautiful woman sitting in front of me” he said, moving his hips against you and that told you all you needed to know as you chuckled before littering kisses down his scarred neck. “It ain’t exactly pretty underneath all this, you sure you still wanna do this?” He asked, making you look back up at him. “You kidding? Of course I do. Looks ain’t everything ya know” you said, making him laugh. “Says the model” he quipped, and you had to admit that it was sweet that he regarded you that way, but you knew you were no model. What you were though was true to your words when you undid the buttons to his undershirt and coat. You gave a laugh at his flirtation. “Yeah, maybe if a model spent too much time in a tanning bed” You replied, making him chuckle as you continued to litter your kisses down his chest after disposing of his top and coat, then down his stomach, and soon to where his pants sat at his hips. “Still gorgeous all the same to me” he said, and that made your heart flutter in your chest to hear. You couldn’t help the smile that painted your lips as you situated yourself on your knees between his legs.

Damn what a sight it was he’d thought to himself, seeing you on your knees before him, eagerly undoing the flag he used as a belt to free him from them and his briefs. You grinned up at him, getting them down and off, doing the same with your underwear, then happily taking your seat back on his lap. He gave a playful tap against your ass as you got situated, enjoying the nice handful that most ghouls weren’t blessed to still have once they’d reached this point. “I think you’re very handsome, John” you said genuinely, and god he could just melt from your compliments and tone. A moan rips from both of your throats as you grind against him, your slick cunt gliding along his length. “Fuck, oh no sweet cheeks, we’re doing this the right way” he said, making you cock your head to the side confused before he picked you up and put you on your back on the bed. You gave a playful yelp as he did before giggling as your back hit the mattress. “Wanna feel you and taste you first, get you all worked up. Somethin’ tells me you’re a sight to see when you’re all crazy for me” he said, making you swear you could actually blush for once as you let out a way louder moan than you meant to when one of his fingers grazed up and down your slit and found your clit almost immediately, drawing tight circles. Your hand clasped to your mouth immediately, knowing the walls were likely paper thin, but John seemed to have a better solution. He moved your hand away, leaning down to pull you into a heated kiss once more, muffling your moans to where they were just loud enough for him and him alone. It had been so long since you’d felt the touch of another, your scars usually keeping you from finding someone to help scratch that itch. There was the occasional crazy you’d run into that were hell-bent on trying to sleep with a ghoul to find out what it was like. You avoided those people the best you could because something told you that necrophilia didn’t exactly sit very highly on their never to do lists.

Soon his fingers moved down to prod at your entrance, pushing in slowly to allow you the chance to accommodate the intrusion. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as his roughly textured fingers began to piston in and out of you in a steady rhythm, sure to graze your walls to find that spongy bundle of nerves that would leave you crying his name. “Fuck, John…” you moaned, earning a low gravely groan from him. The way you said his name so salaciously went straight to his cock and made his head swim with all the ideas of how he could get you to say his name like that more. Soon his lips mimicked what you’d started earlier on him, trailing down your neck, stopping to tease and nip at your sensitive spots before moving down to take one of your nipples in his mouth. Your arms flew to cling around him, nails digging small crescent shapes into his back as you bit your lip so hard you were scared it would bleed. You were far more sensitive than you thought you’d be, even after ghoulification, apparently the loss of touch still left you as needy as before. “So good for me” he praised, making you whimper as his kisses dipped lower and lower. “Wanna taste you. Gotta know if you taste as sweet as you sound” he said, shifting in between your legs, kissing the insides of one of your thighs leading up to your sex before skipping to your other one, leaving you on edge. “John, don’t tease…” you mewled, making him chuckle at how eager you were. “You’re so cute, hard not to when you sound like that, sunshine” he replied before seeing just how wet you were for him. A sound of intrigue left him as he looked at his fingers once he withdrew them from you. “Tell me, this all for me?” He asked, pulling his fingers out and showing you your slick that clung to his fingers as he separated them, making you whine as you shake your head. “Yes, all for you John, please…” you begged, making him smirk as his fingers slid back inside of you with little resistance, and his tongue finally making contact against your sensitive clit. Your body arched off the bed for a moment, biting back another loud cry as his tongue started to circle your clit. “Fuck! Oh my god” you let out, making him chuckle as the pads of his fingers found your g-spot, rubbing it as his tongue drew all sorts of letters and shapes along your sensitive bud. Your breathing started to turn ragged, your mind blank, you could hardly think of anything other than the whispered expletives and cries of his name that left your lips like a mantra. “Keep sayin’ my name sweetheart, tell ‘em who makes you feel this good” he said with a cocky grin as he dove back into you like a man starved. To think, he could’ve had this the entire time you’d been traveling together, he was at least lucky to have it now.

“Just like that, just like that! Fuck…” you moaned, feeling the ache in your lower stomach start to burn and grow taut. It had been so long since you’d been with someone, and even longer since you’d been with someone who actually could help you reach your peak. Your hips began to buck selfishly against his fingers and tongue, making him moan into you as you used him. “That’s it baby, use me. Wanna hear that pretty mouth moan my name when you cum” he said, making you focus on chasing that high, god you were so fucking close, you could feel it. He peered up at you, watching as your face contorted with pleasure, calculating and changing his movements based on your expressions and sounds. You gasped as he started to draw tight circles around your clit with his tongue, curling his fingers inside of you to rub your g spot once more. “John I…fuck, I think I’m gonna- John!” You moan in warning the best you could before your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave, sending your back arching off the bed and your thighs squeezing and trapping his head between your legs. He moaned into you as your body was savaged by what felt like every nerve ending lighting on fire all at once. He couldn’t care less if you suffocated him like this, even with no nose to get caught or crushed, he’d consider it an honorable way to go out. You tried to steady your breathing as best you could, finding it hard to open your eyes even, but when you did, you realized he was still trapped between your legs. “Oh fuck, I’m so sorry!” You apologized, opening your legs to let him free and breathe, whining as his fingers left you with that disappointingly empty feeling. “Don’t you dare apologize, being crushed between these is one hell of a dream come true” he said, making you roll your eyes playfully and laugh at his response. Your hand reached out to yank him back up onto the bed, finding your spot once again straddling him. He groaned low in his throat as your hands stroked him, his one hand resting on your hip, squeezing every now and again. “Drivin’ me crazy here sunshine, might just be enough to make me turn feral if you’re not careful” he said, making you chuckle as you kissed him once more, your taste still heavy on his tongue but you didn’t care. You delighted in the moans coming from him as your tongues fought for dominance over each other. Your head dipped into the crook of his neck, peppering kisses along his neck and collarbone. “Need you so bad, John” you said, voice no louder than a breathless whisper as he chuckled. “I dunno, judging by your reaction I figured my mouth was enough. I’m just kiddin’. Think you can handle it, sweet cheeks?” He asked, making you grin as you lined him up to your entrance, slowly working your way down onto his member. “You tell me” you challenged in response as he stretched you open, fuck it’s really been a long time. “Touché- fuuucckk. Goddamn baby…” he groaned as your needy cunt slowly sucked him in, careful to stop once he’d fully sheathed inside of you. “Fuck…” you panted, feeling him fill you entirely, his tip nudging the apex of your cervix.

“It’s uhh…it’s been quite a while since the last time I did this, but I wanna make you feel good” you said, and that ruined him entirely. How could someone so sweet be speared on his cock right now? He’d never know but he’d thank every god out there until the end of his days for it. “That’s alright baby, just not sure I have it in me to be gentle or stop once I’ve started there sugar” he said, grabbing your hips to help you start a good pace, leaving you to moan loudly as his cock nudged your cervix. “Don’t care, gentle can come some other time. Fuck, you feel so good…” you moaned as you met his hips with your own thrusts, taking over and setting the pace as you bounced up and down on his lap. “Love the way you think babe. Shit… tell me what you need sunshine” he said between pants and the sounds of your hips slapping together. “Need you, need you so bad John, please” you begged, trying your best to keep quiet but you both knew that ship sailed a while ago. Whenever your legs grew tired, he was there to grip your hips and help you move, making your eyes roll once again to the back of your head as you’d moan. When you would tip your head back, he’d lean his forward to catch one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and licking at it to pull you closer to the edge.

He pistoned his hips up into you, all sense of restraint and control lost in the feeling of your gummy walls wrapped tightly around him. You gasped as you felt that sensation in your lower stomach again, getting tighter and tighter as he worked you both to your peak. “Yes! Fuck, so close, don’t stop!” You moaned, making him chuckle deviously. “Wouldn’t dream of it sugar, feel too good to stop” he replied through gruff grunts and soft moans into your shoulder before parting to look down to where your bodies were connected and watch as he disappeared inside of you. “Look at that, that’s a pretty sight” he said, praising the way you’d take all of him with ease and the way your thighs would jiggle as you hungrily bounced on his dick. His eyes raked up your frame to rest on your face, delighted to find your eyes rolled back once your were seated on him, then half lidded when you’d come up, and that happily little cock-drunk smile on your lips before it’d drop to let out a blissful moan. You were music to his ruined ears, and like the chems he took before this, he just couldn’t get enough. His thumb found your clit once more, earning a surprised jump and moan from you as he rubbed it to help you tip over the edge. He couldn’t just let himself cum before his girl did, what kind of man would that make him? Not a very good one at all, he reasoned. Before you knew it, you were toppling over that edge again, holding tightly onto him as your walls spasmed and fluttered around him before squeezing him tightly, making him moan as your release sparked his own. He moaned into your neck as you threw your head back with a lascivious moan, enjoying the pleasant sensation of him filling you up whilst his hands held you seated in his lap. You gave a contented hum, enjoying the feeling of being so full of love, of him. You smiled as he looked back up at you, kissing you sweetly and gently as if he wasn’t balls deep inside of you with his cum leaking down your thighs. He was a man of many capabilities, and certainly was one capable of making you happy in many different ways.

“And to think, I’d been missin’ out on all this this whole time” he joked, making you laugh as you got up to fetch a wet rag to clean yourself and him off with. “Well, now you know” you teased, a grin resting on your face as he snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he hugged you from behind. He rested his chin along your shoulder as you stood in the connected bathroom, debating on whether you wanted to have a nice bath, or if you just wanted to lay in bed and cuddle with him to bask in the after glow. “Don’t know which is more addicting; you, or the chems” he said, knowing damn well that you were far more addicting to him but he enjoyed the playful way it’d get you to respond. “Tough competition, guess I’ll have to let you do me as often as the chems” you said, looking at him from over your shoulder and making him laugh at your dirty comment. “Don’t threaten me with a good time” he said, mischief evident in his tone as you felt something press against your rear. With the devious glint in his eyes and a grin to match, he led you back to his bed. Clearly he needed to test your offer.

[skele-bunny]

I don't mind not being on anon :) can you tell me more about Calida, specifically while Dew is still carrying? How did the pack at the time handle that? Could we also get Ifrit reacting to Dew telling him he's expecting? Thank you!

Thank you! For sure I can give you that :D

(CW - Lightly implied abuse and pregnancy from sa, but this is a fluff post!) Aether/Dew/Mountain ftw

Super long post!

Oh boy, oh boy... When Dewdrop found out a few weeks before the start of tour let alone just how far along he was? A fucking MESS!!! He had been nesting so much lately, more emotional and hungry, cramping n puking all the time, and just so damn tired when he finally caved in to go see Phil. Dew has always been tiny, neglecting his health and never eating. Honestly, when he started gaining weight, he thought it was because of Mountain's cooking! He doesn't show whatsoever besides a singular bump that makes him look bloated constantly. He's just rubbing over his bump with nothing but fear. How is he going to tell Papa? The pack? Ifrit?

It's so unusual for Dew to go into Ifrit's room on his own accord, gently knocking and looking at his packmate so nervously. Sitting down next to him and just unsure what to say, before just out right-

"I'm pregnant."

Which is instantly met back, "How do you know it's mine?"

"You're the only one that's touched me in the past six months..."

Ifrit just shrugs. "So what are we gonna do about it?"

And it's right there that something inside Dew just snaps into place. He's thanking his unholiness it's just one and not an entire clutch that many water ghouls get, just nodding and whispering. "I'll handle it." And that's good enough for Ifrit. So Dew excuses himself, and goes to Aether who's of course with Mountain and Zephyr. "I'm pregnant, I'm not changing my mind, and you're all dealing with it."

They just frog blink before Zephyr is the first one to start clapping, squealing. "Yes! I knew it! I told you he smelled different!"

Dew didn't even realize his hands were clenched, but seeing their happy faces and even Mountain coming over to butt horns made him release, exhaling and completely taken off guard by it. He just starts bawling and now they're concerned, bringing him in and cuddling close, shaking his head and just clinging to the nearest one.

They honestly take it really, really well... Dotting over him, cranking their instincts up and starting to get things ready, even scrolling through websites for a baby registry; things they need and what Dew wants. Papa finds out next day, and he's the exact same, just jumping up and down at the fact his ghoul is going to be expecting. Papa Terzo sets things moving since he's already so far along, they gotta rush and-

....Oh fuck. Tour.

Now they're stressing out, and of course Ifrit is no help (unless Papa is around.) That man is pissed off when Terzo tells him he'll be in charge of the majority of Dew's equipment with Mountain. Being on the bus is even worse, but they're positive they'll be back before the baby pops! Settling him up nice and comfy in his bunk, even Zephyr giving Dew his duvet since he'll definitely need it more. He's not moving so much on stage, his Bass rested so comfortably to protect his bump.

It's after a show where they're all high fiving when Dew just gasps, a sudden stream going down his legs and he's just in full panic mode. "My water broke."

Mountain has never moved so fast before, scooping Dew up and running back to the bus - Terzo telling at the stage hands to get everything while they run off. Ifrit stays behind. Lucifer must've felt pity as thank FUCK it was the last show before a three day break as they traveled across the states. But now Dew is in his instincts, none of these ghouls or Papa know what the fuck they're doing, and now he's scared as much as them. He's placed in a nest in the back of the bus and he's just screaming at them to get out, even throwing his shoe at Papa while he tries closing the door.

He's on his own at this part. Naked waist down, nails digging into the leather couch, huffing and trying to soothe himself. There's no urge to push yet, so he's trying to calm down. Dew rubbing his much larger bump, purring and singing at the same time. Even after they're finished packing up, Dew hasn't gone in just yet, and refusing for anyone to come into the lounge besides Zephyr quickly rolling back a bottle of water. Papa hasn't let the bus move an INCH.

It's around 2 in the morning when they wake up to Dew's screaming, now wide awake and grimacing as it sounds like nothing but agony and they can't... Do anything. They hear sobbing, curses in Ghoulish, and a particular rattling scream that's meant for luring prey into the depths that Aether ends up hitting his head on his bunk trying to follow it before sense is literally knocked in... Then quiet besides the high little cries of a kit.

Dew hasn't stopped crying, but reaching down to and holding this bloody little girl that's still attached to him, snuggling against her cheek and starting to groom. He's an absolute mess both mentally and physically, not giving a shit as he's covered in blood and his own mess.

It's later in the afternoon when they can hear little chirps. Specifically calling for them. Mountain peeks in first and Dew is just sitting up, skin-to-skin with this little blob of black. He holds a finger to his lips and ushers them close, and that blob of black quickly becomes a little girl with black hair, identical to Dew's. Zephyr starts bawling like a baby, Aether and Mountain in absolutely shock, Terzo rambling as quietly as possible about how "he can't believe this! A baby kit! I've never seen one before besides pictures Sister had!"

He opens his arms a bit more to show her off, his smile never leaving. "This is Calida..."

Aether tries leaning closer and that's when Dew hisses, bringing her back. He shows his palms and is apologizing, going down to his knees with the others at a comfortable distance. Then, he's back to showing her.

"She's so small..." Zephyr is just trying to wipe their eyes.

"I was only 8 months..."

They're just looking in awe at this tiny being that gets latched to Dew's chest, holding back their purrs as they can see her little tail just curled around Dew's finger.

"She's a fire ghoul!" Aether chirps and it clicks. "Let me get Ifrit-"

"No!!" And they stop, even Terzo goes still. "No, I don't want him back here, don't you dare let him back here."

While their elements are different and one even a human, they know better than to go against a newly parents wishes. Once again, instincts to the max. Ifrit glanced back when the bus started moving and Mountain has never growled so hard since being topside, snapping his jaw and looming up. Ifrit got the hint. Dew quietly asks Mountain to help him get dressed, and is the one to carry Dew in the hotel when they got to their destination, little Calida hidden away and tucked into Dew's jacket. Mountain is just holding them so securely, and in return is given the ability to scent on Calida, his eyes dilated and his tail hidden in his pants can't stop wagging.

Dew feels comfortable enough to be bunked with the earth ghoul, Aether peeking in a while later to drop off food and GOD BELOW... Dew is tearing it up, licking his fingers and moaning as somehow this cheap fast food now tastes like a 5 star Michelin meal. Even Mountain loses his burger with no complaints. After some more heavy nesting and Mountain helping him shower while Terzo watches Calida, he's snuggled in the nest and feels safe enough to sleep with the promise Mountain won't.

In the other room, Aether is just projecting himself in Dew's room to look at both of them, just purring up a storm. Even in the plane, he sends gentle soothing magick into both of them, easing pain from Dew and letting Calida sleep longer so he can, too.

They only get two hours in before Calida wakes up, Dew responding by sitting up to feed her. Dew and Mountain just start talking back and forth and then;

"Do you want to hold her?"

The earth ghoul is just in silence before nodding, letting Dew finish before he carefully is handed Calida. He can tell Dew is nervous by his shaking and smell of distress, so he keeps Calida right in his eye sight, gently poking his nose at her chest and shoulder, licking her cheek. She lets out the smallest coo and wriggles in his hands. She's so, so, so small. Mountain eyes her with nothing but love, whispering about how she's so lucky to have the greatest parent in the world.

"I don't mind mother, really..."

Greatest mother in the world.*

Dew ends up taking her back after a few more minutes, asking for Aether and Mountain is so reluctant but goes without fighting it. They swap places, but Dew is still nervous. Doesn't want Aether anywhere near her, but he trusts him so, so, so much.

"It's nothing against you, I promise, I just-"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me. It's your kit and your decisions."

Dew let's Aether cuddle him on the side, and slowly Dew just falls asleep, Calida still against his chest and not moving in her own sleep. Aether just moved his hand to hover out just in case Calida wiggles, Dew's head on his shoulder so he's absolutely still. His smile is so wide as he admires another thing about Dew he's so in love with.

[reggie-hedgie]

Who wants Eepy Token hcs?? Have at thee!

This is both them individually and some relationship silliness, cuz why not!

TW: British Slander (only joking ofc),

Characters: Vessel, II, III, IV

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Vessel- 🫀

-Big sad huggable British man… rgaahhhsbdjeebdsngh

-He smells like warm dust and mint tea, and faintly of petrichor, the smell after rain.

-I imagine he has super long hair, something about his cloak makes me think of long hair, so long, inky black hair that’s practically down to his knees.

-SHARP TEEFS

-I see art of him with six eyes like his mask, and I enjoy it quite a bit.

-He’s the strongest of the group. Have you seen him constantly doing push-ups and sit-ups?? Buff boy, muscle booba <3

-He just kinda wiggles constantly, ADHD Vessel is canon to me. Always moving, leg bouncing, happy shimmy, spinning pens in his hand, flipping his rings between fingers

-He loves rain, he’ll just sit out on the grass in it, not minding that he’s getting soggy.

-Purrs. That’s it. That’s the hc.

-Likes his tea, he’s British, what do you expect?

-He’s a cryptid I swear, he likes garlic bread like all cryptids.

-Lots of piercings. Tongue and ears mostly.

-Big soft boy, very huggable.

—Relationship—

-So snuggly, he needs so much love bro, I feel so bad for everything he’s had to suffer through with how crushing some of the songs are </3

-He likes hugging you from behind, burying his face in your hair or neck. Lots of kisses for you, you make him feel special and actually loved.

-He prefers being little spoon, but he certainly won’t complain if you want to be held and feel the same kind of love. You deserve the word and then some, and he’s going to show you as best as he can.

-He enjoys holding you close, sometimes just admiring your face, wondering how on earth you’re so perfect.

II- 🥁

-I knew a guy who played drums, and he was just constantly drumming on tables and shit… that’s II.

-Again, like Vessel, he likes to move. Not quite as much, but he definitely spins pens, or his drumsticks. Also just constantly vibing to whatever song is in his head, bobbing his head like a pigeon lol

-I’m taking a page from Mountain Ghoul… he really isn’t fond of shoes, but doesn’t like having naked grippers either. He’s a sock wearer when he can.

-Pen chewer… you can always tell which ones are his, they have bite marks

-Sits criss-cross no matter what he’s sitting on, unless he’s drumming obviously.

—Relationship—

-He’s very easy going. He’s not as outwardly touchy as Vessel, he’s putting his head on your shoulder or pulling you to lay your head on his shoulder.

-He likes being the big spoon, face in your neck, snoozing comfortably.

-I saw a fic where he was very British in asking the reader if they wanted a “cuppa” and for some reason I can’t get it out of my head, so that, definitely.

-The most competent in making food. Despite how awful Brits tend to be with cooking (have you seen how they cook?? I’m scared/hj)

-Enjoys bringing you tea in bed in the mornings, and snuggling so you start your day off right.

-Very verbally affectionate, lots of nicknames and compliments

-May be a little bitey, he thinks you look nice with little nibble marks ;3

III- 🎸

-He’s probably my favorite after Vess, ngl

-He’s the loudest of the bunch, he loves yelling at the crowd lol, not even a hc, just him <3

-He impulsively cuts his hair based on the mental breakdown whatever feels good. I feel like he just gets sick of his long hair after a while, the feeling of it in his face just pisses him off and he’s like “that’s it” and just chops it all off.

-Like everyone else, loves to move. Usually bounces on his feet, or shifting his weight back and forth.

-I feel like he enjoys a good weighted blanket. Just thoroughly squished.

-I think he likes rain too, not as much as Vessel though. Or more that he doesn’t like getting wet. If he’s listening to it, it’s lovely, but he doesn’t like to be in the rain.

—Relationship—

-He’ll just grab you and start dancing with you when he feels like it. He wants to move and he wants you to move too.

-Feed him good food and he’s yours forever.

-Also wants to be held. Just smushes his face into your chest like a dog wanting attention.

-Easily the most affectionate, even compared to Vessel. He’ll just take your hand and pull it to his face, please just love him.

-Unlike Vessel’s gentle love, he will grab you from behind in a big old bear hug, probably scaring the shit out of you every time, but he makes up for it with kisses and sweet little love bites.

-He likes listening to you ramble. It’s like the ADHD thing where you start taking about your day and suddenly you’re both on about your very specific texture issues or smth.

-While II is a biter, he prefers hickeys imo

IV- 🌿

-very vibey like everyone else.

-Bouncy and touchy with everyone tbh

-While III vibes physically, he hums instead. Almost constantly, if I’m honest.

(Gonna be honest, I don’t have a whole lot of hcs with IV, so sorry-)

—Relationship—

-Sleepy fella, he likes just napping with you.

-He likes watching you do your hobbies, he likes just being around you.

-I like to think he sews, and put all the patches onto his jacket himself, so he likes to make you stuff. Little custom patches or other such items for your clothing or bag, wherever you want to put them.

-I feel like he does things very punk, of making stuff from recycled goods, like pins and stuff, and of course he gifts them to you

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I love these silly goobers ngl, they’re so cute. III makes me feral, he’s just wkrnsnedjsnend

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Who's Milo tell me everything about them plz

*triggers unskippable cutscene* okay

okay SO I basically recreated the ghouls from Tokyo Ghoul and didn't realize this until I was halfway through draft 2 and looking for comp titles so you're not allowed to laugh at me. This is the friendship circle and we don't laugh at each other here.

SO in Milo's universe, there are humans (homo sapiens) and corlans (homo infinitum), differentiated by their elongated life spans, regenerative abilities, inhuman strength, and need for human flesh to maintain these abilities - like, they can eat human food, but without human meat they age quicker and can't regenerate, and over time their body will essentially digest itself due to lack of nutrition. They also have sharp teeth because I said so. (There's Watsonian discussion on if they're the next step in human evolution, or simply a divergent species with a similar ancestor. Their DNA is basically the same, just a single mark off on one of the autosomes.) Despite the "infinitum," they can and do die! If their body is too exhausted from regenerating multiple times in a row, or if the head is physically removed, they can be killed. Culturally, only your First Death and Final Death carry any ceremonial value - otherwise dying is seen as a weakness, and those who've died too many times are seen as weaker.

I also fucked with the gender a bit because I couldn't have a story without some gender identity bullshit going on. As a species, homo infinitum is fairly androgynous in terms of secondary sex characteristics. They have difficulty growing facial hair and breast tissue, leaving sex impossible to tell unless they're full on naked in front of you. Over time, this has led to gender being more or less performative for human society, and their lineage being traced in terms of dams and sires as opposed to the more gendered binary of mothers and fathers.

ANYWHO, Milo, my favorite boy, is corlan, and the granddam of Eloise, the POV protagonist. (I wrote several chapters from his POV, but I'm going to scrap them for now because I want to create a more cohesive story that better follows the storylines I want to lay out.) He's around 400 years old, and has been married to his wonderful husband Carter for about 250 of those years. (They are both extremely soft for each other. They met because Milo saved Carter from being buried alive as punishment for killing someone.) He's got a very big heart and feels things very deeply, but on the outside he's a curmudgeonly old man that used to hunt humans for sport and did, in fact, kill a wolf with his bare hands once. He ran moonshine, dodged the draft several times, and worked his way through the coal-mining industry to be CCO until he was fired retired. (He still likes his moonshine, but he had no hand in brewing it - that was all Carter.) He also routinely picked fights with the local sheriff until Carter started getting sick and needed more care.

He tends to deflect his emotions, preferring to work them out himself through physical labor instead of sharing them with anyone. His love languages are acts of service and quality time - he doesn't like gifts because he's already got a houseful of crap and nowhere to put anything, and words of affirmation make him want to chew his hands off like a trapped fox. Fun fact, I have written 3 drafts of this story and I have personally ensured that this man says "I love you" only one singular time, and it is during one of the most heart-wrenching scenes. He sees emotional vulnerability as a weakness (cultural expectations and all that) but will move heaven and earth to make sure his loved ones know that he cares for them. If you come in from the rain, he will bitch at you for tracking mud into his kitchen (across the tile he laid, thank you) but also grab you a warm towel and a fresh change of clothes.

He's also superstitious! Doesn't walk under ladders, gets sketchy around moving mirrors in case they break, avoids picking up any change in case it's heads-down, etc. He also doesn't take the lord's name in vain when he swears, partially - he'll say "fucking christ" or "for chrissakes" but will not mention God because it's corlan superstition that doing so draws His eye on you and causes you bad luck. (Because of this, ceremonies are highly regulated to be as auspicious as possible to counteract any bad luck accrued by drawing His attention.) He also is skeeved out by cameras and thinks that cellphones are the devil, but has an old flip-phone because Eloise's dam bought him one for a Solstice present.

He also sews (and has sewn most of his own clothes), enjoys death metal and action movies, and secretly loves Pride and Prejudice (but no one knows except Carter, who teases him about it). (It's okay Milo, I also love Pride and Prejudice because I have good taste.)

I wanna give so many spoilers. SO many. But I can't because it's like *vibrates in my seat* the story is gonna be so good guys. It's gonna be so great that I wanna throw up about it a little.