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littlemissmiller · 4 months

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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓉𝒽 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓏𝑒

Pairing: dark!coriolanus snow x fem!himbo!reader

Summary: snow got rid of highbottom before he could reveal his secrets to winning the games and with with lucy gray back in twelve, all he wants is you. with the victory of the games done, there is only one thing left, the Plinth family fortune. at the award dinner however, coriolanus thinks you’re not behaving just how he’d like it, so he decides to do something about it….

Warning: 21+ (drinking), smut, praise kink, dom!snow, sub! reader, degeneration (use of whore, slut), spanking, p in v, oral (m receiving), cum play, rough sex, dirty talk, possession, jealousy, slight obsession, reader is innocent (but not a virgin)

Word count: 7k

A/N: y’all….y’all this one is spiccccy like 🌶️🔥🥵 idk where this came from but another one just sitting in the vault…and i also realized that i wrote this before i wrote Bad Press and His Good Girl (go read those if you haven’t) and this one is kind of both of those stories combined. i think they walked so this one could run in a way because even some of these lines shocked me 🤭 so anyways strap in, buckle up, and enjoy ❦

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Tonight will be perfect. The Plinth Prize dinner. To celebrate the young academy student who won the prestigious award. Coriolanus buttons his new, freshly pressed white linen shirt. It was custom made to his exact measurements and Tigris had taken it upon herself to adorn the shirt with a little color and design. A simple red rose on the shirt pocket. It worked well as a simple white button up, even with the rose hidden under a blazer or sports coat, the subtle design is perfect. He straightens up when he hears a small, repetitive knock at his door. So quiet and timid and afraid. He knows it’s you, but calls out asking who it is anyways. You open the door and peek inside.

“My love? The Grandma’am says breakfast is ready.”

Coriolanus looks over his shoulder. There you stand, halfway in the doorway. Your eyes wide and lips showing him a soft smile.

He smiles back and as he finishes the last button, he takes a seat on the edge of his bed. He laces up a pair of black dress shoes. You tentatively walk further into the room, your eyes simply admiring the man you get to call your own.

“You’re here early today, pet.” He smiles glancing up at you

“Of course. I want to soak in every possible moment I have with you today. Today is all about you. How smart you are.” You say taking a step towards him. “How clever and ambitious.” You take another couple of steps. Coriolanus is now swelling with so much pride he can barely contain himself. You know how your words stir him up.

“Come sit.” Coriolanus commands, patting his leg, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

You glide over to him, landing softly in this thigh. You wrap your arms around his neck and instantly put his hand in on your body. His finger trails up and down your thigh slowly, gently back and forth.

“My life is about to change, dove. Soon The Snow’s will have a nicer penthouse, or a new home entirely. With a garden for the Grandma’am, and a studio for Tigris.” He whispers, beginning to place a soft kiss on your neck. “And for you. A beautiful bedroom, with a balcony and a bath. Big enough for us both to lay in. While our maid brings us posca to sip. Better yet, champagne. Would you like that?” He asks, his hot breath fanning your ear. You’re too caught up in the fantasy of you lying against him in a huge porcelain bath that you don’t respond at first. He tugs on your earlobe with his teeth to regain your attention.

“You want that don’t you?”

You nod “Yes Coryo, I want that.”

“Good. I’ve already started looking for new places and I think I might have found the perfect place. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself. Not until I officially have the Plinth fortune in my hands.”

“You deserve it. It’s like you say… Snow lands on top.”

“Snow lands on top.” He smiles. He turns your head to face him and he kisses you. His lips are so soft against yours. He takes his time with the kiss he places upon you. Slowly teasing and dragging it out, making you grow needy for him. His fingers graze your chin and the side of your jaw. He pulls back all too soon for you, giving you a devilish grin.

“You will be beautiful tonight. That black dress I bought you, will be stunning at the Plinth family table. You might get mistaken for the main course.” He breaths, trailing his fingers down your throat. His other hand starts to delicately touch your thigh again.

“Or maybe I’ll just save you for dessert later.” His hand trails under your skirt and to your clothed core. He grazes over your slit and you shudder “Mmm good girl.” He kisses your jaw “Now” he pats your thigh “will you be a sweetheart for me and fix up my plate? I’ll be out soon.”

“Of course. Looks like eggs, sausage links, and cubed potatoes.”

“Perfect.” He smiles, before pecking your lips. You hop off his lap, fix your skirt and walk out of his room, turning back to smile at him one last time before you went into the kitchen. Coriolanus feels good. You always make him feel like a man. A man who deserves everything he gets. A smart man who knows how to obtain power and keep it. And you’re so loyal to him. So caring as his woman should be. Attentive to his needs and desires. Yet, you still have much to prove.

Coriolanus was anticipating tonight for many reasons. The prize money that was finally his, to show to his peers at the Academy, and to an extent, Panem. To show that he is living up to his family name. That he was in fact not a poor hungry boy anymore and that this was just the beginning of his many fames and fortunes. Yet, another thought lingered in the back of the blonde headed boy’s mind. You. And how you would behave tonight. You’re not “bratty” per se, but it was no lie you had a fiery side to you, which Coriolanus was cautious of. You could be bold, and it was no lie you had an intimidating aura that surrounds you. Similar to Coriolanus and you appreciate the civility of your class. You know what’s expected of you in the high society of the Capital. So tonight, Coriolanus expects it to be a night where you could really prove yourself to him. Show him how ready you are to stand by his side and unequivocally show support as he takes his rightful first steps into power. He is ready.

As the day went by, the anticipation for dinner flooded his thoughts. Soon he would be in the possession of the most sought after wealth in all of Panem. It would be all his. Too bad high as a kite, Casca Highbottom, wasn’t here to witness it all go down. Coriolanus would have liked it if he had at least witnessed the moment he won the prize. Even though the announcement of the prize money came before his death, it would have been nice to shove it in his face. Meanwhile, in the reality of the lab, Coriolanus kept his head down in his work. He didn’t quite care much for getting hands-on in experiments, but as one Dr. Gaul’s personal favorite, Coriolanus was able to avoid such work and stick to research. He was a much better writer anyways.

“Snow! How are you my boy?” Dr. Gaul’s voice rings out as she walks toward him

“Doing well.”

“It’s a big day.” She hisses and Coriolanus nods

“Yes. I’m looking forward to this evening.” He agrees

“Much anticipated. I hope to meet the lovely woman I keep seeing accompanying you these days. She’s no Lucy Grey is she?”

Coriolanus pauses for a moment to gather himself and his anger with a half hearted chuckle.

“Well that’s because she’s not a means to an end this time Dr. Gaul.” He smirks, “I think you’ll find her to be charming.”

“Charming.” She repeats and walks off

Dr. Gaul was not wrong about you being no Lucy Gray, but that’s not why she was bringing his past up. Coriolanus knew it was meant to get under his skin. A way to remind him of that summer. The games and the girl he left behind. Coriolanus thought he had loved her, but once she got back to twelve, she was back to singing about her old lover and Coriolanus knew that she had played him as smoothly as her guitar. So he blocked her out, forgot about her and cleaned up her loose ends, which included taking care of Highbottom as soon as the games had ended. Then, with a new found sense of confidence he decided it was time to settle a long lasting urge. You. You had always been in his view. A long standing school boy crush that he could never quite seem to shake. You were perfect for him too. Your family had been historic in Panem. One of the few heirs of a family lineage that used to be famous back before Panem came to power. Coriolanus didn’t feel as if he was good enough back when you were schoolmates so he considered you to be an unattainable fantasy until he had more power and wealth. Yet, Lucy Gray had enchanted him, drawn his eyes away from you like a siren and he crashed his ship. He fell into a whirlwind of emotions he had never felt before, but it was all a lie.

The week after the games, Coriolanus took matters into his own hands. After his last encounter with Highbottom, he sought you out. And of course you said yes. How could you not say yes to his confession of love and off the heels of his victory? So tonight, he would show that not only was he over Lucy Gray, but he would be showing you off and he only hopes you wouldn’t make a fool of him. The announcement of his courtship of you had become semi-public, but most of Panem was still curious as to how the young Snow was holding up now that “his girl” was back in twelve. He would show them and he would show you.

As he dresses for this evening, he tries not to maul over Dr. Gaul’s words.

She’s no Lucy Gray…She’s no Lucy Gray…She’s no-

Coriolanus curses himself to shut up. He feels shameful for not flooding his thoughts with anything but you. You and your perfect body. Your elegant curves, your soft skin. Coriolanus tried to imagine you on his bed, your beautiful body spread completely naked for him. Since taking you as his own, Coriolanus had not found time for you and him to be together in that way. He wants you. He wants you bare beneath him, hands trailing your sides as you whimper and whine for him to give you more. And, oh how pretty you would look as he ravished and lapped up your wetness. Better yet, how pretty would you look on your knees, mouth agape and ready. Your glossy lips, so ready for him. His imagination seizes as soon as he hears a tapping at the door.

“Hey. Oh wow….” Tigris exclaims “Oh Coryo look at you!”

He looks back at her. Tigris is as equally well dressed as he. It’s clear she made her own dress tonight, a simple long sleeve, navy dress, with gold embroidery on the sleeve. Coriolanus turns to look at himself in the mirror. Slicking his hair back, he admires himself in his all black suit. Tigris approaches him, brushes off and lint from his shoulders, and pins a white rose to his lapel. He smiles and nods at her.

“Thank you. I wouldn’t have thought to add it.”

“Oh I would. Didn’t you see the inside of your jacket? She asks

Coriolanus had noticed that Tigris had modified his evening jacket with a sublet white stitching pattern, but hadn’t taken a close enough look. He pulls it back. Little white rose. So little and intricate it was practically hidden in plain sight.

“Always such clever craftsmanship, cousin.” He beams

“Oh Coryo” she sighs “You look so much like your father.”

Coriolanus smiles, once again admiring his handsome features and how good he looks with the new touches to his suit.

“Thank you. I wouldn’t be here without you and the Grandma’am.” He remarks not knowing what else to say

“Don’t sell yourself short. We’re so proud of you Coryo. I know that's cheesy but I had to say it before the night got away from us.”

Tigris leaves to help the Grandma’am get ready and Coriolanus lets his driver know he’s ready to go. They drive to your house, and Coriolanus is taken aback when he finally sees you. Your sleek, velvet dress hugs your body so perfectly. The back dips low and the front shows just enough cleavage to tease. And you have adorned yourself with beautiful silver jewelry. A necklace with a line pendant leading to your cleavage, several bracelets, and small hoop earrings.

Coriolanus keeps his hand deliberately on your thigh as you and him make your way to The University, where the dinner is being held. He glances over at you, and admires your soft features. The dip in your collarbone looks so inviting to kiss, your neck and jawline shaped perfectly by the sliver. You look so flawless, so ideal and to his liking, but Coriolanus was cautious with his compliments. He had told you that you look beautiful when he saw you, but that was all for now. If you behave as exceptionally as you look, then he’d be sure to reward you. As the grand pillars of The University draw closer into view, Coriolanus squeezes your thigh. You look over at him, smiling and he trails his fingers across your jaw. You desperately want to kiss him, so you lean in. He gives you a few small pecks on your lips and you smile. He gives you one last peck before pulling back. The car comes to a slow stop and you look out the window at the entryway to The University.

“Are you ready?” Coriolanus asks and you nod.

He exits the vehicle and pulls around to open your door. You step out of the car, taking the extended hand out to you. You and him walk inside and your stomach flutters. You feel nervous, not wanting to displease your boyfriend on one of his most important nights. You smooth out your dress and tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Coriolanus takes hold of your hand and you both walk into the venue. The entrance is adorned with white and gold banners, with rope lights hanging from the ceiling. There are round tables scattering the floor and a long table in the back of the room. Coriolanus ushers you both to the long table. Several heads turn as you and him walk up. The faint whispers and admiration swirls in the air around you. Once at the table, Coriolanus pulls up a seat for you.

Next to you, is Sejanus Plinth with the rest of the Plinth family. He waves to you and Coriolanus. You take it upon yourself to dive into conversation with him, seemingly unaware of how you are ignoring your boyfriend. He snakes a hand finger the table and onto your thigh. It causes you to glance over momentarily, you pause, smile at him, then soon return to your conversation with Sejanus. Soon enough, posca and wine is being served and Coriolanus takes a flute of posca off a server tray. You take a flute of champagne in contrast and so does Sejanus. Why are you drinking champagne with Sejanus and not posca with him? Are you trying to get drunk? Are you trying to get him drunk? Coriolanus decides to finally insert himself into the conversation and get your attention back. As he’s about to speak, Tigris and the Grandma’am make their arrival and sit next to him.

“Are we late?” Tigris asks

“No uh- you’re fine, you’re fine” he starts “darling why don’t we go make our way around the room?” He announces, turning to you suddenly. He takes your hand, stands up, and takes you off with him in no particular direction. You tell Sejanus that you’ll talk to him in a bit, which makes Coriolanus’s blood boil. He takes you to a group of students who you had never met. His hand finds the small of your back as he makes small talk with your fellow soon to be University classmates. You have never met Coriolanus friends and was almost certain he didn’t have any besides Sejanus. You find it curious at this moment then, why he has pulled you away to talk to who you always assumed were mere acquaintances. You occasionally glance at him, then around the room, hoping to see if you can politely excuse yourself to catch up with your own friends. He notices your inattentiveness, lightly squeezing on your hip whenever your eyes are drawn away from him and his company for too long.

You soon spot a girl from your book club and excuse yourself to go greet her. Coriolanus masks his disapproval in your decision and begrudgingly lets you go off. He continues his facade and turns his attention back to his group of peers. They are all very interested in him, yet Coriolanus couldn’t be less interested in them. They ask him questions about what he plans to do with his prize money, besides going to The University, and too many questions about the games.

She’s no Lucy Gray

The words echo in his mind again.

He glances at you, still chatting with your friend. He half mindedly answers another question about his plans to study politics, trying to refocus his attention back to the group. He was fuming on the inside and his need for politeness traps him to the spot. The small talk was getting to him. He didn’t expect to have to stand here and entertain these people for so long. After all he was only using them as a means to get you away from Sejanus, who unbeknownst to Coriolanus, is making his way back to you.

You, on the other hand, are finally enjoying yourself. Feeling free from the confines of your role as Coriolanus’s date. Even though your romantic relationship has only spanned the course of a few weeks, the expectations to be Coriolanus’s girlfriend has been challenging. His new found wealth, victory, and fame has set everything off. His attitude has changed, his image of himself, and the idea that he belongs on top has become the driving force of his life. You had a feeling that Coriolanus used to be much softer, more gentle, and more vulnerable. Now, you got this new side of him and you barely even knew what he was like before all this. He’s such a mystery to you. Your attention refocuses as Sejanus makes his way to you and your friend. You include him in the conversation, happy to be talking to one of the few people in the Capital who seem to be above the pomp and circumstance. Coriolanus is perfect for you, but he was a traditionalist and upheld the many social rules the Capitol citizens had manufactured. As did you, and you knew your place, but weren’t found if it. Having someone like Sejanus around made you feel less alone in your feelings. You let out a small laugh as Sejanus makes conversation with you which Coriolanus manages to pick up on.

He whips around to look at you. There you are, giggling like a pathetic little school girl at Sejanus. Didn’t you get the point? Why the hell are you trying to embarrass him like this? Coriolanus abruptly excuses himself. He swipes two glasses of posca and bee lines for you.

“Here my love. I notice your glass is empty.” He barges forward, taking the empty champagne flute from your hand and replacing it with the posca glass.

“Thank you dear.” You smile trying to mask the confusion you feel about his seemingly on edge behavior tonight. Coriolanus consciously sips on his own posca, looking at Sejanus. Senjanus however, is none the wiser. He gives Coriolanus a goofy smile, which sends his hand trailing down to clutch your hip. He rubs his thumb lightly against you, and you take a drink from your own glass, feeling slightly put off.

“I was going to make our way back to our seats before dinner is officially served. I think your father has a speech prepared for tonight.” He nods to Sejanus, before dragging you back to the table

“Coryo?!” You whisper, your confusion drawing to a peak and your frustration taking over.

Coriolanus stays silent, throwing fake smiles towards people as you make your way to the front of the room. He grips your hand, and you reclaim your seat. He glances at you, sneering slightly. You find Tigris’s face to see if she has picked up on his mood and of course she has. She gives you a concerning look, yet shakes her head as if she’s confused. You’re not sure if you find it reassuring or feel more worried.

“Coryo? Is there something wrong?”

“Later.” He sneered harshly

Just then, Dr. Gaul approaches the table. Coriolanus taps your leg, indicating for you to stand and greet her.

“Hello again Mr. Snow.”

“Dr. Gaul” he smiles and introduces you to her.

“Yes, I’m familiar with your family history. What an honor it must be to have such a name. I’m sad I never got to have you as my student. ”

“It’s a true honor” you lie, you could care less about your name and the history behind it to live a normal life.

“Well Mr. Snow you certainly are lucky to have such a pleasant date night.” She smirks, sounding as if she is revolted by your existence, but masks it well enough to toe the line.

You fake a smile and look at Coriolanus, holding his shoulder with pride.

“Yes we are having a wonderful evening too.”

“How nice. A word before dinner, Snow?”

Coriolanus nods and follows Dr. Gaul. Meanwhile Sejanus scoots closer to you to re-engages in conversation. Dr. Gaul leads Coriolanus to the bar where she orders a glass of posca.

“I just got word of an opportunity I wanted to tell you about.”

“Of course.”

“Would you, instead of mentoring this year’s hunger games, want to take a chance at playing game maker?”

“Game maker? You think I should.”

“You’re a wonderfully, brilliant boy Coriolanus. I can see so much more in Your ideas in your final semester essay that tells me everything I need to know. Think about it and if you write a decent enough application it’s yours.”

“Well thank you Dr. Gaul for letting me know. I will definitely be considering it.”

“Good. And oh your date…she’s very lovely. I see you two working well together…”

“I’m glad you found her charming then.”

“Oh…no Mr. Snow. Not quite yet, but she certainly seems to be charming the young Mr. Plinth over there.”

Coriolanus turns back around to see Senjanus cozying back up to you. He contains his anger as he excuses himself back to you, making sure to thank Dr. Gaul for presenting him the opportunity of game maker. He rushes back to his seat, squeezing in while you are still mid-conversation with Sejanus. He squeezes your thigh. The rest of the evening feels tense. Eventually, Strabo Plinth made a speech about the importance of Academic pursuits and ambitions. He mentioned the games, Coriolanus’s victory and what it meant to be an exemplary Panem citizen above all else. As he talks, Coriolanus is locked into every word, but makes sure to keep you in his sight. You too are locked in, your hand on top of your boyfriend’s thigh, squeezing it occasionally. Little do you know that for so many reasons at this moment, Coriolanus is still angry, but also turned on. Fueled by jealousy over Sejanus, but the words of Strabo’s speech in combination with your hand on him, was making his cock hard.

Despite embarrassing him earlier in the night, you now sat there beautifully by his side. You seem attentive and engaged, and the physical touch is all he needs to know that you’re there. He shifts in his seat and stands as Strabo calls him up to receive the prize. You stand with him, ever so proud. He kisses you, then walks up, shaking Strabo’s hand as he takes the velvet red envelope with the check for the prize money in hand. You tune everything out and focus on the gorgeous man in front of you. Even though you’re still somewhat confused, you can’t help but admire him like this. Confident and on the verge of greatness. His expression screams that nothing will stand in his way.

As the evening wraps up, Coriolanus finds himself wrapped in so many conversations he is starting to feel like a broken record. He stands not too far from you as you talk to Tigris.

“Was he nervous at home? Before he picked me up?” You ask

“No. I’m not quite sure what’s gotten into him to be honest dear. All the excitement perhaps.He seems better now that he has the award.

You sign, shrugging your shoulders. Sejanus returns back to his seat with two glasses of posca in his hand.

“You look like you could use a drink.”

“Perhaps one last one” you smirk

“Is everything ok?” He asks

“Yes. I’m enjoying the evening just…you’re close with Coryo…do you notice he’s acting on edge?”

“Slightly yeah. I’m not sure why.”

“Me either…” you hang your head and take a sip of your drink.

As if he was summoned by the mere mention of his name, he is standing behind you. You look up at him with innocent eyes and set your glass down.

“I’m ready to go. People are starting to leave.” He murmurs, holding his hand out. He bids Tigris a goodbye, promising to see her at home and gives the Grandma’am a kiss on the cheek goodbye, thanking them both for coming. Once in the car, Coriolanus is consumed in his emotions. His leg shakes furiously as he looks out the window. He hides part of his face with his mouth and ignores you. You roll up the driver partition and place a hand on his shaking leg.

“Coryo, please what’s wrong, love?”

He takes a deep breath and looks further into the window. You touch his shoulder and he turns to you.

“You really would rather be with Sejanus” He snaps

“What?”

“I saw you around him. He’s not bad looking, I get it, he’s innocent right. Is that the appeal? Innocent little privileged district boy.”

“Coryo…you can’t be serious?”

“The future First Lady of Panem. Acting like you can flirt around and embarrass me. Tonight of all nights…” he mumbles not loud enough for you to hear.

When the car stops, it isn’t your house it pulls up to. Coriolanus exits the vehicle and swings around to open your door. You get out and he trails behind you. Once in his house he storms into the kitchen, and pours himself a glass of whiskey. He takes a sip and removes his sports coat, placing it on the back of a chain. You tentatively follow him, still keeping your distance. His back is turned to you, his chest rising and falling.

“He’s a friend.”

“He’s my friend too, but I wasn’t hanging around him all night.” He rolls his eyes

“Can I not make conversation with him? I support you through and through, but those types of events are so much. I’ve never enjoyed them, but I went for you.”

“And embarrassed me. Couldn’t you see him flirting with you. Getting you drinks, making you laugh. It was pathetic really.” He snaps, downing his whiskey and pouring himself another. Dr. Gaul sure noticed. Thought I was a fucking cuckhold. Now she thinks I can’t even hold my women down.”

“She said that?”

“She didn’t have to say anything. She saw you.” He huffs

“He’s nothing to me ok Coriolanus! You think I’d rather be with someone who still calls their mother Ma?” You bark back

Coriolanus looks at you for a moment and pauses. Then, he strides towards you, capturing your face, locking his lips with your own. It was the last thing you’d expect of him. As he moves his lips against yours, passion and hunger overtaking his mind. Feeling even more confused than at the dinner, you pull away and look at him. He pants, clearly needy for more.

“I don’t understand?”

“You think he’s beneath you?”

“I well…he’s not you. I’d rather have the boy with the prize than the boy whose namesake it belongs to.”

Coriolanus pulls you closer to him, he hooks his finger along the front line of your dress, his other hand cups your ass.

“And do you know who you belong to?” He sneers

“Y-y-you…”

“Good girl”

He pulls you back to him, his forehead pressing against yours. He pinches your chin, lets out a small smirk and kisses you again. He gropes your ass harshly, landing a fat smack. You yelp in surprise.

“I bet Sejanus just wishes he could feel you like this.”

“Coryo…”

“Shh it’s ok baby. He wants you. He wants you so bad, but he can’t have you….” He noted, grinding his crotch against you. “No he can’t. Because who do you belong to again?”

You close your eyes and rest your forehead again, his nodding, barely able to speak as your mind turns to jelly.

He grips your chin and cheeks, smooshing your face. “Look at me. Who. Do. You..belong to?”

“You” you whimper

He gives you a few light, little slaps to the face.

“That’s right you belong to me. Not Sejanus. You’re mine.”

You nod and he lets go of his grip on your face. He’s hungry for you, it's clear. His lust filled eyes are dark and needy.

“D-do you want to hurt me? Am I being punished?

“No baby, of course I don’t want to actually hurt you…” he coos, chucking slightly “but I think you need to be put in your place a little. Let me ask you something? Do you want to be First Lady of Panem? Stand by my side from this day and help me rise to the top? You want it too don’t you?” He chuckles

He wasn’t wrong. Despite your distaste for your family’s fame and history, to stand by Coriolanus’s side. It would be a dream. You had been fond of him for a while, but like Coriolanus, you thought it was too good to be true. You nod your head at his question and in response he wraps his hand under your chin.

“Tell me” he demands

“Yes, Coyro. I do.”

He pulls you in for another kiss, soft lips landing harshly against yours. He fights for dominance and you give in, letting his mouth consume your own. He pushes his tongue in, swirling it with yours. He breaks from the kiss to start attacking your neck. He nibbles and kisses down your throat, causing you to elicit a soft moan from your lips. He smirks against your skin, causing you to shutter.

“Coyro…a-a-are you sure you want out first time to be like this?”

“Yes doll, especially after tonight.” He hisses

“I-I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” You stutter

“I know and that’s exactly why I need to show you how to act. By showing you first who you belong to. To show you’re mine.

He dives for your neck, lips trailing down your skin.

“Do you not want me talking to anyone but you then?”

“No my dear, I just can’t have you making a fool of yourself anymore by letting men like Sejanus flirt with you. And once I mark you up a little…” he pauses, his hand coming up to cup under your chin. He rubs his thumb along the base of it. “They’ll know to back off.”

Coriolanus’s words sink in as harshly into you as his teeth do as he nibbles down on your neck. He sucks and bites, leaving beautiful wine red marks on you. He pulls back momentarily to admire his work. He lets out a soft sigh, pleased with himself. He trails his fingers around the spots he marked up and smirks. He dives back in, licking a long, broad stripe up your neck, and up to your ear. You whimper some more, the sensation of his tongue causing your cunt to drip. His hands snake down to cup your ass, he wants to carry you to his bedroom. He moves his arms to lift your legs around his waist. He hoists you up, causing your dress to ride up your thighs. You let out a soft yelp of surprise. He smacks your ass, causing you to let out a more clear squeal. He starts to move towards his bedroom, holding you tightly against his chest. You cling to him, your lips finding his neck and you place a few cautious kisses.

Once in his bedroom he flops you down on the bed, you gasp. Looking up at him, you shutter in excitement, but still feeling fearful. He notices, smirking at you again

“It’s ok my pet, be a good girl for me?” He demands, his tone a warning

You nod and he clicks his tongue at you.

“Tsk…” he has a seat at the edge of the bed. He pulls your ankles towards him, your ass sliding over his hips and settling onto his crotch. He pushes your dress further up your body and over your head. You grunt, arching your back. He tosses the dress on the ground, his hand touches you again, fingers trailing down your figure slowly. He admires you for a moment. Then, with a devilish grin taking over his handsome features, he squeezes your thigh and tosses it across your body. Laying on your stomach in anticipation, you feel exposed. He rolls up his sleeves, then rubs his hand over your ass. He readjusts your lacy black panties to expose more of your butt to him and he lands a firm slap on you. You squirm and yelp, his other hand holds you back down as he gives you another slap to the ass. He grips your hair, forcing your cheek up to his nose.

“I like good girls who know how to use their words. Now when I ask you something I want you to use your words. Got it?”

“Yes..” you whimper

He rubs your ass, his hand moving in slow, soft, big circles.

Slapslapslap

“Yes sir?”

“Yes sir” you bite your lip

Coriolanus proceeds to slap your ass over and over again, each cheek getting redder and redder. He gropes and massages you at the same time, making sure to occasionally dip his fingers over your clothed cunt and rub slowly. Each time you would try not to squirm, but it’s nearly impossible not to. He spreads your legs a little to gain better access to your pussy. Coriolanus moves your panties aside, spits on his hand, then dips his fingers into your aching slit. You cry out in surprise, landing you a fast, sharp slap this time.

“Don’t act surprised. Don’t act like you didn’t expect it. Any of it. Keep being my good girl and tell me who you belong to again…” he growls

“Y-you sir.”

Slap

“Again” he demands

“You. I belong to you Coriolanus.”

He gives you another slap, smiles to himself, then snakes his hand under your stomach through the back of your legs. He lifts you up as he stands, turning around and placing you on the bed, ass up, ready for him. You look behind you and watch him as he unbuckles his belt. You bite your lip in anticipation as he pulls his pants down, bringing his boxers with him. You gasp as you watch his cock spring out. He notices you staring and moves his hand to your hair. He shoves your face into the pillows.

“This isn’t for you to enjoy tonight. Another night we will do this properly, I’ll let you touch me, kiss me, but tonight, I’m in control.”

He moves your panties to the side and you bury your face into the mattress, forcing yourself to muffle your moans as his thick member spreads your core. He leaves you no time to let you adjust and he trusts in you, every so often slapping your ass. He doesn’t let up, chasing his pleasure like prey. You turn your head to breathe, gasping as he practically shoves you into the mattress.

“I’ll treat you how you deserve next time. I promise you my sweet. Because next time I know you won’t act up. Right. You won’t let Sejanus flirt with you.

“Yes sir” you squeal

“Ooooh goood girrrl” he purrs speeding up

The lewd sounds of his balls slapping against your pussy fills the entire room, along with your cries of pleasure. It only encourages him to grab your hair tighter. Tangling it up in his fingers, he pulls you close to him. He starts to fuck up into you like a toy and all you can do is take it. Your mind is numb, brain all fucked out.

“Seems like you know your place now hmm. Are you going to obey me, my love? Not flirt and flaunt around like a common whore?”

“N-no sir”

“Because this is how a common whore is treated. They get treated like a little naughty play thing. Like the filthy little sluts they are.” He snarls

He pounds into you like it’s the last time he’ll ever fuck you. His deliberate, hard thrusts are almost too much to bare and you feel your orgasm creep up on you. All the sudden, you clench and spasm around him. You cum hard, harder than you expect. He whispers continuously praises of “good girl” over and over until he finally finishes, dumping his thick seed into your hole. He fills you up, pulling out slowly and watching as his cum drips out of you. He admires you, his middle finger rubbing up your folds, and into you, shoving the cum back inside you. He pats your ass and you lower yourself. He strips himself of the rest of his clothes, crawling next to you on the bed. He leans against the headboard and you flip over, curling up to him.

“I promise next time it will be sweeter. I just can’t let you get away with that behavior and now…” he kisses your temple “you never will..”

“I promise I won’t let Sejanus flirt with me again.”

“Good. I’ll make sure to send my own message to him.” He smirks, his fingers dancing around your sore neck

“Coryo!” You exclaim in fear

“Shh baby it’s ok. He won’t get hurt, just tuck his tail and run home to his Ma” Coriolanus chuckles, his mocking tone making you laugh a little

“I promise I won’t let him do that again” you nod

“That’s my girl…now get on your knees.” He insists and you nod.

You crawl onto the floor, ushering yourself in between his legs.

“Mouth open, tongue out.” He instructs

You obey and look up at him. You flatten your tongue against your bottom lip and open wide. He coos at you, rubbing his length across your face, teasing his tip along parted lips. Then he pushes in, causing you to gag.

“Fucking suck it.”he sneered

You nod and bob your head, getting his cock nice and wet.

“Oh there you go.”

He holds the back of your head, moving his hips as you take more of him into your mouth. He bites his lip harshly, grunting aggressively. His cock hits the back of your throat over and over and over again. He pulls away for a moment, watching in awe as a line of saliva trails from your lips to the tip of his dick. He wipes it up, sticking his thumb in your mouth. Your lips wrap around it and suck. He smiles at you, slapping your face again. Your eyes water, small tears falling down your cheek from the sting of the pain. But you like this. You liked his dominance in a way that you didn’t expect or realize.

“You’re pretty. Do you like this cock in your mouth?

“Yes sir.”

“Yes Daddy?”

“Yes Daddy.” You nod and he shoves himself back into your mouth.

He lets out a long, staggering moan. He moves his hips more slowly this time, watching your little mouth stretch around him. He pulled away the way out, taking his length in his hand and slapping against your lips. He continues to let his greed overtake him, moving his balls close to your face. You suck them into your mouth and he let out a loud groan.

“Oh fuck you know how to make me feel amazing don’t you baby. S’good for me” he tosses his head back.

Your lips feel so soft and perfect around his cock it makes him want to bust again. You stroke him as you continue sucking on his balls, feeling that he’s close again. With a few more strokes, he finishes. He holds your chin and pressed the tip to your lips. You part them and let the white sticky cum paint the inside of your throat.

“Ohmygod baby girl…fuck look at you.” He pants and you swallow his load. It wasn’t as heavy going down your throat and you take it down with a loud gulp. He tilts your face up to look at him, his blue eyes clouded with lust.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes Coriolanus”

“Good. Next time you’ll get what you actually deserve.”

You nodded, feeling fucked out and spent. You continue to nod and he pulls you up, kisses you fiercely, some of his cum pressing onto his lips.

He pulled away, whipping it off his lips and shoving it into your mouth.

“Yeah, you learn quickly don’t you. You’ll make a great First Lady.” He whispered

“I hope to be”

“Good. I think you will be. If you continue to learn like you do, this life will be easy on you pet”

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cjonesjr · 5 months

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・﹒・ i see you, you're beautiful

Summary: After living your entire life in a vault, you never got to experience any type of weather, only learned about it in school. So after raiders took control of your vault, you escaped to the surface and come across a ghoul who you immediately became fascinated by. After some time adjusting in the Wasteland, it started raining one fateful day and you couldn't help but enjoy it.

Warning: 18+, fluff

Pairing: The Ghoul x GN!vaultie!reader

Notes: Just a short drabble inspired by a thunderstorm last night

At first you didn't notice it, then it happened a second time, and the third you knew something was falling on you. But when you looked at your hand, there was nothing. The Ghoul must have caught your confusion and chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Huffing, you then started to feel more of...whatever that was, finally realizing that it was coming from the sky. Turning your head up, you saw the dark clouds that were present earlier right above you, then it clicked right as the cowboy spoke.

"That's rain, Vaultie. Did they not teach you down there?" He was making fun of you, causing you to huff as the raindrops grew in frequency quickly, now starting to feel them all over your body. Smiling, you ran ahead of him as the water dropped faster and even more, now getting completely wet. But it felt so nice, in the vault there wasn't any weather, it was kept at a comfortable and controlled temperature at all times.

Spreading your arms out, you felt the rain on your hands and then wanted to feel more of the coolinv liquid on your skin. Not caring of what the ghoul thought- you quickly unzipped your vault suit and took the sleeves off, pulling it down to rest on your waist. Spreading your arms out again, you started to laugh and twirl around, closing your eyes and head up to face the sky. It felt so much nicer than a shower, so much more...freeing, in a way. After a few spins, you lowered your head and opened your eyes to find Cooper staring at you.

"Join me!" You yelled, wishing he would dance with you.

"You can have your fun, I'm not lookin' for a shower" He started to turn towards the nearest abandoned house when you grabbed onto his hands and dragged him with you.

"Hey!" You laughed at his disgruntled self, mumbling as he let you drag him and spin him around. He didn't seem mad though as he didn't try to get away- just a bit annoyed, which you'll take given his track record. You then looked up again and closed your eyes, letting the rain hit your face again.

"Don't you see it, Ghoul? Isn't it beautiful?"

"I see you, you're beautiful"

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

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jamiedc-they-them · 5 months

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Good People (Platonic)

Summary: While in the Wasteland, running on nothing but fumes and even less hope, you meet someone. Someone who might just be the one thing you need in a place like this: a friend.

Note: This is shorter than my usual stuff (both in terms of words, probably, and also just in terms of content - more so a scene than anything else; maybe a series of short scenes showing Lucy's arc if you guys want and how her friendship with Y/N develops?) Let me know in an ask!

You were a survivor. You had been since the moment you were born, but you weren't sure how much longer that was going to last.

Your day hadn't started off good, you see. You were running out of water and had passed out earlier due to some kind of infection - no idea what it was or who/what it was from, you had come across a lot of beings and things in your travels - and some guy had thought you were dead and even pissed on you just in case. Was not refreshing, or nice.

You had fought him off, tackling him to the floor and punching him quite a few times. You didn't kill him, however. You just left him be after that.

An odd fellow with a briefcase who promise you everything you could ever want passed you by. He gave you something that gave you a boost. You had no caps, so the only piece of fluid you had left on you - your water container - was given to him in exchange for this item.

So, now you were even more screwed then before.

The man even seemed to somewhat pity you, but he still left.

You find an abandoned bus. It's been picked, recently or otherwise doesn't really matter, picked clean is picked clean. Or, well, as clean as you can get within the apocalypse.

"Hello?" a voice says. You spin around, reaching for a weapon you don't have as you lost it in the scuffle before, and so instead duck down - hitting your head on one of the seats.

You hear the person outside cringe.

"Sorry," she says, earnestly to your shock, "that sounded like it hurt."

"...It did," you find yourself saying in reply, but still keep your head done.

"Sorry," she says, again, "it's ok," she assures you, "I won't hurt you. I promise."

You peak your head up. The first thing you notice, is how clean she looks. She gives you a bright smile.

"Hi," she says, enthusiastically.

You just blink at her.

"It's ok," she assures again, "my weapon is away. I just - I just wanna talk. I'm a bit lost out here give, you know, everything is mainly just sand."

You guess that's fair. So, against your better judgment, you make your way to the stairs at the bus, and sit down. The woman sits down, letting out a sigh, glad to be able to rest for a moment.

She stretches. You adjust your neck. You must've slept funny.

"I'm Lucy," she says, holding out a hand to you.

"Y/N," you say, shaking her hand. Feels weird, being this open with someone.

"Y/N," she says, "that's a nice name. I never knew someone called Y/N before."

You're about to ask her why, when you see what she's wearing.

You whistle, or as best you can with a dry throat, it's croaky but the idea comes through, "you one of them Vault Dwellers?"

"I am," she says, and you're unsure if it's a proud statement or not, "but, I do also recognise my privilege for being one."

You hum, "how you finding up here?"

"Hot," she says, "we have air conditioning in the vaults. So, it's weird not being able to just turn down the temperature."

You chuckle. She smiles.

"Thank you for not trying to kill me."

You gesture to yourself, "don't exactly have anything to do that with, you know? Besides, you're not a bad person. I've met some bad people, you ain't one of them."

"Thank you. I knew there were good people out here."

You shrug, "I don't think I'm exactly 'good', but I've known worse."

"Well, I'm glad I've run into you. You're alot nicer than the previous man I met."

"Yeah, there'll be people like that..." you pause, then ask the question on your mind, "what brings you top side, Lucy?"

"Oh," there's a hint of hope, mixed with sadness in her eyes while she answers, "I'm looking for my dad. Some horrible woman called Moldaver took him. She steals dads."

You may internally find that last part funny, but you find yourself saying 'I'm sorry' to her about her plight. She thanks you once again.

"You're not crazy like that other man."

She's blunt, you'll give her that.

"I can be," you don't quite know why you're insulted by it.

She cocks her head to the side, "I'm good at reading people," you aren’t sure on that one, but you don't say anything, "and you're not like that previous man."

"What'd he do?"

"Drank most of my water. You ever met anyone like that?"

"Guy pissed on me this morning. Another stole my canteen."

"Oh..." Lucy says. You nod, expecting this to be the end of your conversion, but then she reaches behind herself for something. Instinct makes you freeze, but she just gives you a reassuring smile once again, and holds something out to you.

Her own canteen.

You look at her, doubt, confusion, and thanks all in your eyes at once.

"Take it," she insists, shaking it a little to tell you that there is still water inside it, "I mean it."

"But, that other man --"

"He's greedy. You aren't. And, judging by your lips, rough voice, inability to whistle, and slight grovel to your voice, and the way you hold yourself," perceptive too, "you need this more than I do."

"You sure?" she nods. Hesitantly, looking from her to the canteen as you reach out - her leaning forward to help you with your lack of energy due to dehydration and all - you grab it. It's not harsh, you don't rip it out of her grasp. Your actions are slow, deliberate.

You open it, and lift it up to your mouth, letting a few water droplets hit it.

You close it and give it back to her. But she pushes it to you again. This goes on a few more times.

"I meant what I said," she says, "take it."

You look around at the desert, "next water well won't be for a while."

She shrugs, "there's a town nearby. There should be some there. But, either way, you need this a lot more than I do."

You drink the rest of it. And, you feel ok. Not great, but better.

You cough a bit. Both due to whatever illness you have, and just from the water and how fast you drank it.

"That's a bad cough," she notes, taking the canteen back.

"Ah, it's nothing," you say, waving her off. Had worse infections.

You stand up, and she holds her hands out in case you fall. You put a hand up, telling her you're ok.

"Well," you say, "thank you for that, and the talk. Good people are few and far between. Best of luck --"

"Hey, wait!" she calls out as you start to walk away, "wait, please. Maybe - maybe you can help me."

"I ain't exactly much help given the lack of weapons, strength, and my illness."

She frowns, "well, once we find my dad, we can go back to my vault, we have doctors there who can help you and give you a good meal!"

She's preppy, but soon that softens in her eyes, "please...I can stop people from...urinating on you."

You snort at her disgust of the language. She has a lot to learn. Social ettiquite may exist in some places in the wasteland, but not everywhere.

"Well, when you put it like that..." you say, before smiling. She beams at you.

"Okey Dokey!" she exclaims.

"Okey Dokey!" you find yourself saying in kind, not mocking for once - you and your mouth had gotten you into trouble before, it was nice to not have some agenda with it this time. To let your guard down.

"Have you ever been to Filly before?" she asks you as you walk side by side. Though, she slows up a bit as you try and both get your strength back and keep your remaining bit.

"Once or twice when passing through," you say.

"Alrighty then," she says, glad to not be going in completely blind, "'this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.'" she says to you, clearly quoting something, based on her voice. You look at her confused.

"I'll show you the film when we're back at the vault," she says, before you continue on your way.

It's good to meet someone who didn't want to kill you on sight or extort you or something.

It was nice to not be alone anymore.

Lucy feels the same way. She has a sort of guide now. A friend.

An actual friend from the outside.

She's glad.

And, little did she know how right she'd be. It would be a friendship that would stand the test of time and everything in between.

Lucy had just met her best friend.

You had met yours.

Even if you both didn't know just how dark and dangerous the road ahead would get...

Part 2

#fallout #lucy fallout #lucy maclean #Lucy Maclean imagine #lucy maclean fallout #lucy maclean x reader

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ghouly-boiiiii · 4 months

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The Snooze Olympics

Ghoulcy Week Day 3 - Somnophilia

I'm late, but here's my contribution to to Ghoulcy Week Day 3 - Somnophilia! I was not expecting to do this, but I couldn't think of anything clever for the Target Practice prompt, so here we are. 😜 This was definitely something new for me, but I have to say actually like how it turned out, heh heh. Hope you enjoy!

Lucy x Cooper Howard / The Ghoul

Tags: Consensual Somnophilia, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, One Shot, Challenge/Event

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3,599

No spoiler warning

No trigger warnings except sexy time with a zombie man and consensual somnophilia

Summary: Cooper and Lucy had been together for a while now. One thing the pair quickly realized about their relationship was that they were both kinda freaky. The Ghoul’s been fucking his way across the wasteland for over two-hundred years, and things had gotten a little boring. But Lucy, little miss goody-two-shoes, had this insatiable appetite to experience every imaginable way to fuck that could possibly exist. And that was never boring.

Cooper had asked her before if she would mind if he touched her while she slept. Her answer was simply, “I let you touch me while I’m awake, why wouldn’t I let you touch me while I’m asleep?”

When he proceeded to be more specific, she rolled her eyes at him and told him he was a weirdo, but that she wouldn’t mind. Then, somehow, it ended up becoming a discussion about a game they could play. One where they would each take turns trying to see how many times they can successfully get the other riled up in their sleep. It started out as kind of a joke, but became more and more serious as they carried on.

Now? It was a full on competition.

Cooper licked his bottom lip as he stared down at Lucy’s naked body. She was sound asleep, sprawled out on their bed without a care in the world.

It was late, or rather early in the morning, in the city of Necropolis. One of the few places the old bounty hunter was welcome, and they were accepted as a couple.

They'd managed to save up enough to purchase a small house on the outskirts of town. A bit nicer than the common shanty, thanks to The Ghoul's reputation. It was something the bounty hunter was never really interested in. Since he was always traveling, it didn't seem practical. But now, he had her. And it was nice to own a place where they could have a little peace and privacy now and then. And where she could keep all those weird little knick knacks she collected on their travels like she was building a fucking museum. It wasn't much, but it was home.

It was a warm night, and she’d thrown the sheets off her, leaving her completely exposed. The former vault dweller was beautiful. Her delicate curves. Flowing dark hair that spilled over her shoulders and laid messily over her soft, perky breasts. Perfect face. She almost seemed to glow where the pale moonlight touched her bare skin.

As Cooper gazed at her, he realized just how unbelievably lucky he was to have her. It was painful, because every time he looked at her, looked at that bluish finger, remembered the fear in her eyes… he knew he didn’t deserve her. Why she would choose him over literally anyone else, he couldn’t understand. But here they were.

It wouldn’t be unreasonable to say he was in love. A feeling he never thought he’d feel again. And it wasn’t just her beauty, of course. She was something else. Strong and brave and smart and quick witted, if a little weird. Who would have known, back then, just how well they would end up getting along, how much they would end up having in common, just how much they would end up meaning to each other.

He quietly stepped forward, admiring her while she slept. She was spread out with her arms above her head, which was turned to the side. Laying with one leg straight, and the opposite knee bent to her left. In this position, her labia was open just enough to see her pink little clitoris.

The Ghoul licked his lips again and smirked as he tilted his head. He’d just gotten up to take a piss, but… upon returning, to be granted with this breathtaking sight, it stopped him in his tracks. His cock began to twitch and tingle as he stared at her, and he took a deep breath through narrow lips.

Now? It was a full on competition.

One thing the pair quickly realized about their relationship was that they were both kinda freaky. The Ghoul’s been fucking his way across the wasteland for over two-hundred years, and things had gotten a little boring. But Lucy, little miss goody-two-shoes, had this insatiable appetite to experience every imaginable way to fuck that could possibly exist. And that was never boring.

Saying they liked to try new things was an understatement. Their sex life had quickly developed into a scorching hot primal frenzy, and had continued to escalate in ways he was shocked a normal human could handle. It’s really a wonder they had time for anything else. And one of them wasn’t dead.

He grit his teeth together and looked up at her face. Lucky for him, Lucy tended to be a remarkably heavy sleeper. She could sleep through just about anything. Must come from living down in those vaults where you get to feel safe, he thought. And aren’t always listening for the next thing that’s going to jump out of the dark and kill you in the middle of the night.

Also, they had a few beers earlier, which knocked her out even more. Especially since she was such a lightweight.

All that, coupled with the conveniently accessible pose she’d decided to sport, he found himself with a grand opportunity.

The Ghoul, with his growing cock, crept closer and leaned over the bed. That was another thing he had on her. He knew how to be quiet and avoid attracting attention. In fact, it wasn’t really a fair competition at all. She was so noisy and clumsy, and he was a light sleeper. He typically wakes up fairly soon after she starts. At least, that’s how it seemed. In fact, he’s pretended to be asleep for longer than he actually was just so she could feel like she’s in the running, but the amount of times he’s messed with her for a full half an hour, for her to wake up screaming and clawing at his bald head.

Let’s just say, they both enjoyed it.

He kept coming closer until he was just at the foot, then quietly made his way around to his side as he calculated his plan of attack. Her exposed clitoris was calling to him, shining like a pink little gem through the darkness.

The Ghoul leaned down and slowly crawled onto his stomach, horizontally across the bed, positioning himself next to her hip. The leg next to him was the one outstretched, and the other, bent away from him.

He looked down, his mouth now just above her inviting pussy, and looked up at her one more time. With her still sound asleep, he brought his attention back to the task at hand. He bit his lip and sucked on it a moment in anticipation, then stuck his tongue out and leaned in.

The bounty hunter tasted her, ever so lightly. Keeping his tongue soft, not tense, he gently brushed it down her clitoral hood, then back up. Carefully and steadily, he continued to move his tongue from side to side, up and down her clit, until her breath started to increase.

He stopped for a moment and looked up at her. The expression on her face made her look like she was concerned.

That’s how he could tell it was working.

Cooper lowered his head again and used his lips to open up the labial folds just a little more. Just enough for him to get his mouth around her clitoris, and gently begin to suck.

There was an art to this sort of thing. You had to be careful not to get too excited and move too fast. Any sudden movements could get you busted. You had to go very slowly. Make the lightest of contact. All in order to minimize the chance of the subconscious mind perceiving you as a threat and alerting the brain to wake up.

“Nnn…” She whimpered lightly.

And so it begins. He wondered if she was dreaming. Dreaming of him? Maybe. But more likely it’s something odd, like… being abducted by aliens or… trying to hump a talking tree… As she had told him before. Her dreams got weird.

He began to lightly stroke her clit with his tongue again as he carefully moved his hand over her leg. His cock was throbbing, but he had to ignore it. If he started pleasuring himself, he wouldn’t be able to focus. He took a moment to wet a finger with his mouth, then found her vagina and slowly slipped it inside.

The Ghoul took a deep breath, which shook just slightly as he felt the intense heat around his finger. She was so wet already, which made it easier. Slowly, he slid the finger in and out and began to suck on her clit again.

She squirmed a little and let out a sleepy groan. He paused a moment to see if she was waking, but she peacefully went back to sleep, lightly sighing as she turned her head the other direction.

They both had agreed, should one of them get to full on intercourse while the other was asleep, it was game over. One-hundred points. Not that the points mattered. But truly, it would be a feat. And she was so damn drunk last night, he thought he might actually have a chance, if he played his cards right. He doubted it, but he was gonna try.

But first, he had to prepare her a little more.

Cooper decided to give her clit a break, so she didn’t get too excited, and slid in a second finger. He gently spread them apart, stretching her to make room for his cock. The bounty hunter licked his lips as he looked up at her beautiful figure. While he did find this hot and kinky, he definitely preferred it when he could hear her moaning and writhing. He almost wanted her to wake up. Every time he did this, he couldn’t wait for the moment her eyes shot open and she started screaming out of surprise and pleasure. It never got old. And she never seemed to get bored of it either.

He paused and bit his lip, and decided he was ready. He just had to figure out how to position himself in a way that wouldn’t wake her, starting by moving her leg.

The bounty hunter carefully lifted himself up off the bed and went back to the foot, where he could easily climb between her legs. Before he did so, he reached down, taking her ankle with one hand and her knee in the other, and gently bent it to the side, spreading her leg out to mirror the other one.

Now her pussy was fully exposed, glistening in the moonlight. He couldn’t help himself. He had to taste her one more time. He leaned over and crawled on his stomach, then dipped his head down, running his tongue up and down the length between her lips, drinking her dripping fluids like nectar.

“Hahh…” As he pulled away, he let out a needy exhale. His cock was throbbing and leaking and he couldn’t help but rub against the sheets a little. But he had to maintain control. He was so close to the finish line. He’d be damned if he let a little thing like a raging boner get in the way of his ultimate victory.

Carefully, he pushed himself up with his strong arms, and slowly crawled over her, being careful not to touch her and to disturb the mattress as little as possible. Looking down, he was able to position himself so that the head of his cock was right at the entrance to her pussy.

He looked up and watched her closely. Still sleeping, perfect and gorgeous, with her hair messily in her face, and just a little bit of drool dripping out of her mouth.

Cooper bit down on his tongue. She was always so horrified when she woke up and found out she was drooling. He didn’t mind, though. He thought it was cute, the way she got so flustered about it, and it always made him laugh. But he couldn’t laugh now. He was on an important mission.

With an intense focus, he watched her face for any sign of stirring as he moved his hips forward and pressed the head of his cock against her vagina. He bit down on his lips when he felt the slight resistance, then exhaled as she took him in and he slowly slid inside.

Cooper grinned and had to hold back his laughter, cackling in his head. He did it! Son of a bitch did it. He was deep inside her and she was still fast asleep. Just wait until she gets a load of this, he thought. She’s going to be SO pissed.

Now, the only question is, how long could he go before she finally did wake up? He was sure all the rocking and fucking would wake her. If not, well, he might start to be a little concerned. But he was sure she just had too much to drink. And also, his mad skills.

So the bounty hunter started slowly and smoothly moving his hips, gently sliding his cock in and out of her, not all the way, just about half. He parted his lips as he started to breathe heavily. She felt so fucking good, and he could feel his cock throbbing and pulsing inside her. It took all his self control not to pound into her, and the restraint made him shake and tremble. He desperately wanted her to wake up, but he also relished this challenge and wouldn’t be satisfied unless he took it as far as it could go.

Could he make her come in her sleep, he wondered?

She started to squirm and lightly moan, her brow furrowed and her lips pursed in a look of confusion. “Ohhh…” She sighed. “Mmmm…”

The Ghoul bit his lip and sucked on it in thought. He needed to get to her clit, but holding himself up with one arm would be difficult. If he could get his legs under hers, that would make it easier.

Slowly, he moved his legs, one at a time, to the side and in front of him, carefully tucking them under hers. Once he was successfully on his knees with her legs hooked around him, he had to stop himself again from chuckling. The sly dog was getting too good at this. Now with his knees to support him, he sat up, his cock still half-inside, and looked down.

He tilted his head at the sight of her wet lips stretched around his cock, both their genitals twitching slightly against each other. Licking his bottom teeth, he let out a shaky breath as his eyes fell on where the lips came together. Her now erect clit had swelled and gone from a soft pink, to a light cherry red. He knew it would take both if he was going to get her to orgasm before she woke, or at least as she was waking.

If he could accomplish that, he thought, he could officially give himself the title of ‘Master Fuck Machine’. He could see Lucy rolling her eyes now.

Cooper licked his thumb to add a little extra lube, then brought it down and began to lightly stroke her clit downwards. Once he got the rhythm, he started moving his hips at the same time. Brushing his thumb down as he pushed his cock in.

He swallowed hard and opened his mouth, nearly sticking out his tongue as he took heavy breaths. God, this was so hot. And she wasn’t even awake to enjoy it with him. If only he could find a way to film this and show her. He wondered if she would find it hot. He bet anything she would.

Christ, he wanted her to wake up so bad. How the fuck was she still asleep?

Finally, she started to stir a bit, her brow furrowed hard as she moved her head to the other side again, letting out a groan. “Ohhh…”

“Ohh… Lucy…” He whispered softly, then bit his lip, trying not to moan himself.

“Mmmm… hohh…” She moaned as she started to squirm even more. Her whole body started to move, hands coming down to her sides and gripping into the sheets as she tried to pull herself somewhere. Her legs began to stir, moving up and down as she let out a shaky gasp and pressed her head back against the pillow. “Hah! Oh, God!”

Cooper’s lips curved up into a toothy grin. This was it. Moment of truth.

“Ahh!” Her eyes shot open suddenly and she looked down at him with her mouth open wide. “Cooper!”

The Ghoul let out the loud, triumphant laugh he’d been holding in. “Good mornin', my Queen.” He purred in a deep, sexy tone.

She gasped hard and threw her head back again. “Motherfucker!”

He ran his tongue over his bottom teeth as he laughed again. “What's the matta'? You want me da' stop?”

“Don’t you dare fucking stop!” Lucy yelled breathlessly. She turned her head back down and started clawing at his shoulders and squeezed her legs around him. “Oh my God, I’m gonna come!”

If Cooper could grin any wider, he would. No use holding back anymore. He grabbed her legs and lifted them up, then leaned over her and started thrusting into her. “Like that, baby?”

“Oh! Fuck! Yes! Yes!” She gasped and moaned so loud, he wondered if the neighbors could hear. It didn’t matter. He didn’t fucking care. And they were probably used to it by now, anyway.

He let out his own moans as well, and it became a veritable pre-orgasm symphony as they both whimpered and cursed and groaned in ecstasy.

“Ghhaahh…!” Finally, Lucy let out a raspy scream as her head flew back, then she scratched at his shoulders and her body began to tremble.

The Ghoul grit his teeth as he felt her muscles suddenly close in, squeezing his cock and quivering all around him with each contraction of her climax. He wanted to come too, but not yet. He knew she wasn’t done. It was quite common for her to need at least three orgasms to be satisfied. Sometimes four. Sometimes five. Sometimes fourteen. She was a beast, this one. A horny, freaky, sexy beast. And definitely gave him a run for his money.

He continued to pump into her, despite the resistance and the fact that her pussy was squeezing so hard it was almost painful. He brought his thumb back down and started swirling it over her clit, and that earned him even louder moans. She spread her legs wider and pushed her hips towards him, thrusting a bit herself as well, until she cried out and came again.

“Ohh! Cooper! Cooper!!”

“Fuck yeah, Lucy.” He hissed as he shuddered, trying to hold himself back from bursting.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” She cried out with his thrusts. “One more… One more!”

“Come with you?”

“Yes! Yes, come with me! Hohh...”

The Ghoul bore down, and leaned in close to her, putting his weight on the arm that was holding him up and gripping the sheets in his hand. He started to thrust, deep and hard into her, at a faster, but steady pace as he continued to rub her clit. “Oh, fuck baby…” He breathed as he felt himself getting close to the edge. All it would take was one more…

“Gyahhh!!” Lucy screamed as she threw her head back one more time. Her whole body tensed and she shuttered over and over.

As her sopping wet pussy bit down on him again, squeezing the life out of his rock-hard cock, he released into her. “Ahh… fuck!” His penis twitched and throbbed and pulsed as it spilled gush after gush of cum into her. And his whole body followed suit, quivering and trembling as he closed his eyes and tilted his head up. Clenching his teeth and breathing in through them, he gripped her hips as he desperately and shakily continued to thrust into her, momentarily losing control.

The two of them soon paused in unison, their bodies tense and quivering, as they clung onto each other and savored the quaking ripples of their shared orgasm. Letting out whimpers and groans with each escaped breath until their bodies started to relax.

Cooper let out a sigh before he opened his eyes and looked down at his lover, who was smiling up at him with tired eyes as she caught her breath.

“You bastard.” Lucy said with a grin.

He grinned back and let out a breathless laugh. “Seems to me you enjoyed that.”

“Hmm… it was good.” She admitted, then rested her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes. “But you’re still a bastard.”

“Hundred points.”

“Pfft…” She snickered. “Whatever.”

“Champion.”

“We'll see, we'll see." She said with a shrug.

“Master Fuck Machine.”

She let out a light cackle, “Okay, mister fuck machine.” and lightly slapped his leg as she looked up at him. “Get the fuck outta here.”

“Master.” He corrected. “With an ‘A’.”

Lucy laughed again. “Okay, MASTER fuck machine. I’m hungry.”

Every time. It never failed. Especially after an orgasm like that. She always had to eat afterwards.

“Whatchu want, Darlin’?”

“Is it breakfast time yet?”

“Could be. Want me to cook?”

“Would you?”

“Anythang for you, Queen.” He leaned down and they shared a passionate kiss before he started to move off the bed.

“I’ll stay here and plot my revenge.” She said with a playful smile, resting her hands behind her head.

“Good luck with that. You’ve got a hard act to follow.” He snickered.

“Pssh…” She scoffed and threw a pillow at him. “Cocky bastard.”

“Damn right, I am.” He said with a grin as he caught it.

She laid back, and started to brush her hair out of her face, then stopped in horror when she felt the wet streak on her cheek. “Oh my GOD! Was I drooling the whole time!?”

“Yes, babe. Yes, you were.”

The End

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Question I have about the vault itself, do you have an idea of what it looks like? The whole interior layout and everything? I've been wondering for some time now...

Ohh I should really sit down in a map maker and put it together ! A lot of the inspiration for the layout comes from Vault 101 and Vault 76 in the fallout games, plus a huge agricultural inspiration is from Vault 33 This is gonna be long and have pictures from the games/show/my comic/etc so it'll be under a break, might include some rambling about the way the vault used to operate too ! Very rambly/unorganized for now

Vault 9 is built into a cliff face, and behind it is a mountain range.

The vault was built for much more people that currently live there, and large portions of it are ominously empty. You can genuinely get lost in there, even Timer/Shovel/Mousetrap can even get turned around in there and they were born and raised there. Had Car Key survived he was intended to be the one that knew the layout almost perfectly, being the head security officer (and lone survivor of the security teams prior to the opening of the vault). If I were to draw less visited parts of the vault, portions of it would be roped off. The largest open areas in the vault are the farm (above) and the cafeteria

Vault 9's structure and culture when established was less individual, there were not a lot of rec rooms, rooms were all bunks to hold multiple people, etc. A lot of stuff involves some degree of depersonalization, etc. So thats why despite there being so many empty rooms presumably, most characters are shown to share rooms when their rooms are shown. Lcukily, especially with a colorful cast of characters from different backgrounds and over a century past its establishment, people are more encouraged to be themselves here There's a few rooms set aside for professions, there's the clinic, plus a larger room beside it for long term patients, though with the small population Mousetrap keeps people close to better monitor them There are classrooms, pretty much always empty, Spade/Shovel/Timer/etc are among the last to "graduate", and school years were not hosted every year due to the diminishing amount of people being born. So while Timer is a little older than Spade and Shovel, and Push Pin was a little younger, they likely all attended the same "grades/classes" together. Usually the family will teach basics (basic math/reading/writing) before the official vault curriculum, with classes starting for older students (like 10+) instead of starting at kindergarten

The intention of Vault 9 was mostly on self sustaining populations, so most people were intended to be involved with the care of the farm over anything else. Other roles were security/education/medical/culinary/etc, as well as leadership roles like a peoples court and the overseer The armory is very small and depleted/half destroyed, and there is only one or two quarantine/prison rooms

The floor structure is built in a way that the further down you go, the less likely you need to be there, this is my vague idea of it but with floor plans some things might be rearranged The surface level is only the door, airlock and door controls. Some storage is kept up there too Second floor down/B2 is the largest area. Farm, cafeteria, public rooms, clinic, classrooms, etc. There's a small library Third floor/B3 down are the living quarters, as well as the overseers office, peoples court, and locker rooms for showering and stuff. The overseers office is the best furnished room in the vault, and it had personal living quarters for the overseers family that were nicer too Fourth floor/B4 are guard armory/small training room/most storage/certain aspects of vault maint, etc. Fifth/B5 is storage and machinery for the most part. The boiler/furnace/etc, there's also a work shop down there and where Hehe/Apricot/CoG hang out. There's also the columbarium and morgue down there

Lowest level, heavy clearance, is where the power is. It's still nuclear power, the intention is to keep it buried so a failure might destroy the vault but cause less damage on the surface

I'll revisit this soon and have drawings and floorplans hopefully

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Surprise Me (Tom Cruise)

I've been pondering on this absolute unit for a while. Please appreciate the amount of time, energy, and NYC restaurant research I had to do, lol

TW- none

Summary- One of your friends, after a poor track record of setting you up on blind dates, gets one more chance and makes the most of it. You meet the date for dinner at an elegant NYC restaurant to discover that your friend has set you up with Tom Cruise.

Y/N was one of those people who had told herself, her whole life, that she would never go on a blind date. No matter how many months or years went by of being single, she had refused to stoop to what she perceived to be such a desperate level. Moreover, she was not actively looking for a relationship, as she was generally happy on her own, living a full life of work, hobbies, travel, and friendship.

However, one lapse- one lonely, alcohol-induced, self-pitying night of self-disclosure with a friend later, and that friend, Nikki, had become obsessed with setting her up. Nikki had arranged a number of dates for her with a number of men, who despite Nikki’s good intentions, mostly turned out to be questionable at best, and occasionally were potential serial killers at worst. Tonight was Nikki’s last chance- she promised that this time would be different and would make up for all of the other terrible evenings and to just trust her. Promises, promises.

Y/N exited the taxi that had taken her to La Grande Boucherie, the restaurant that she and her date had agreed on for the evening. It was an open-air French establishment situated in an alley between two avenues. From across the street where the taxi had dropped her off, she could see fairy lights wrapped around several small trees inside the restaurant, twinkling in the descending dusk.

All she knew about her date, from their text conversations spanning the last few days and the description of Nikki, was that his name was Tom, he was handsome with dark hair, fun and energetic, and that he worked in the filmmaking business. As Y/N lived in New York, it was not at all unusual to run into people in the film industry rather frequently- even she herself had worked in costume design, and currently production design. Although, he and Nikki were both a bit vague when she asked what exactly it was that he did. She figured that meant he was probably one of those “aspiring actors” who really make their living doing guided NYC tours or waiting tables and had a bit part in a B movie once.

Y/N had never been to La Grande Boucherie before, and it looked a little more high-end than she had anticipated. Elaborate fixtures of spherical lights hung from the vaulted ceiling, and large tropical plants provided a small canopy by one of the walls. Although “Tom” had mentioned that the place was on the elegant side, she almost wondered if she was underdressed, in a simple, mid-length, classic black dress. But she figured the date wouldn’t last a particularly long time anyway.

If tonight’s a disaster, this is the last time you set me up and I swear I’ll key your car in revenge, she texted her friend a final time before slipping her phone into her purse and crossing the busy street. She wondered why she was feeling a bit nervous when she had been on so many unsuccessful dates and her expectations had become so low. No matter how hard she tried to suppress it, it appeared that a miniscule part of her remained hopeful about finding someone. And at this point, she really had no idea what to expect, as this was a much nicer place than where her previous dates had invited her. Though, of course, men with money had just as much potential to be terrible dates as those without, she was terribly curious, and equally intimidated. What had her friend gotten her into this time?

Upon reaching the front of the restaurant, she briefly scanned her reflection in the window, adjusting her purse strap on her shoulder and shrugging. She also took a moment to evaluate the atmosphere of the restaurant up close. Soft jazz music glided through the entryway, and the building smelled of a combination of rich, sizzling French meats and soups, and the luxury perfumes and colognes of the affluent people who dined there. She was not necessarily worried about the dinner being expensive- she made enough money to be able to splurge on something nice from time to time- but doubted that the overall night’s experience would be worth it, no matter how good the meal was.

Her gaze roved over the occupants of each table, but none of them appeared to be the mysterious “Tom,” either not fitting the description or already accompanied by other guests. Luckily, “Tom” had texted her a table number to look for. Approaching the hostess’ podium, Y/N inquired “Hi. Can you point me in the direction of Table 16?”

The hostess answered with a knowing smile that puzzled Y/N. “Good evening. Of course. It’s the one in the far-right corner by that display of pink flowers.”

“Thank you,” Y/N murmured, spotting the table and the back of the head of the man sitting in one of the chairs.

“Enjoy your night, ma’am.”

“You too.”

Y/N crept slowly across the tiled restaurant floor to Table 16, frustrated with herself at how on-edge she was. Feeling like she was being observed by everyone she passed, she almost tripped on a chair leg. Rounding the last corner and reaching her destination, she braced herself to greet “Tom” and finally see what he looked like.

Sitting at the table was a man in a simple black suit and white dress shirt with the first two buttons undone. He had short, dark brown hair, a few strands brushing his forehead, with green eyes that stood out against his pale skin, and a distinctive mole on his left cheek. Y/N froze, momentarily forgetting everything about what she was going to say, where she was, what she was doing there, and how to talk.

From his seat at the table, Tom Cruise grinned and said “Hello.”

“Oh gosh… wait- oh my gosh, you’re…”

“I am,” he grinned wider and shrugged. He was about to say more, when Y/N continued:

“I am so sorry, I- I must be at the wrong table. They told me Table 16 and pointed me this way-” she gestured frantically, feeling her face grow hot.

“Well, you found it,” Tom confirmed, gesturing to the small sign on the tabletop. “This is Table 16.”

“Oh, um, well, he must have texted me the wrong number… I am so, so sorry, this is embarrassing. I was supposed to meet someone here, and…”

“Wait, hold on- is your name Y/N?” Tom inquired, cocking his head to the side.

“…Yes, it is,” she answered slowly, feeling lightheaded.

“Do you know Nikki?” He leaned toward her from his chair. The look on her face was her answer. “I think we’re supposed to go on a date tonight,” he stated matter-of-factly, beckoning to the chair across from him. “Sit down.”

“Oh, there’s got to be a mistake here somewhere…” Y/N said, her stomach performing feats of acrobatics as she stood rooted to her spot.

“You won’t even give me a chance?” he teased, fixing her with puppy-dog eyes. “I thought we got along pretty well over text.”

“No- I mean, it’s not that, I just…” Y/N brought her hands to her head in embarrassment as she stammered, finally managing to move and take a step back from the table. “I’ll be right back; I just need to- I just need to use the restroom- I’ll just be a minute.”

“You will come back, right?” he joked, although his eyes betrayed genuine concern that she was about to make an escape.

“Yes, I’ll be back.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.” She spun around and took several rapid steps in the opposite direction of the table before she heard him call out “It’s the other way.”

“Wow. I can’t believe you; I mean, what the fu-” Y/N hissed into her phone, holed up in one of the women’s bathroom stalls of La Grande Boucherie.

“-What?” Nikki’s voice sounded from the phone speaker innocently.

“You know exactly what you did-”

“-Are you actually calling me right now to complain about being set up with Tom Cruise? I told you that I was coming in clutch for you this time.”

“What the hell are you trying to do to me?? I am not prepared for this!” She snapped, detecting the footsteps of whoever else had also been in the bathroom as they exited rapidly.

“What do you mean? I’m sure you’re wearing something nice, you always do, and I know you know how to eat…”

“YOU SAID HE WORKED IN THE FILMMAKING BUSINESS, NOT THAT HE’S THE MOST FAMOUS ACTOR IN THE WORLD.”

“Okay, okay, calm down…”

“Why didn’t you tell me??” Y/N groaned, emerging from the stall to examine her hair, makeup, and outfit, which seemed to have gone from “possibly slightly underdressed” to totally inadequate.

“You know you never would have gone if I’d told you. You would have either thought I was trying to prank you or you would have had the aneurysm that you’re having right now.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” Y/N snapped defeatedly.

“Act like yourself? Do what you would normally do?” Nikki replied, exasperated. “He was interested in you just off of my description and you guys’ texting.”

A pink tint rose to Y/N’s face. “He was? You’re not just telling me that?”

“Hey, I’m a little crafty, but I’m not evil.”

“…What did he say?”

“He thought it was cool that you’ve done production design and costume work, he liked that you’re kind of outdoorsy… he was interested, okay? Get out there and talk to him instead of talking to me!”

“We are going to have a serious talk about this…” Y/N muttered, straightening the wrinkles in her outfit and heading for the door.

“You can tell me all about it tomorrow. Trust me, I’ll want to know every detail.” Nikki paused. “And you said I’d never set you up with anyone good.” Y/N could hear the triumphant smirk in Nikki’s voice and hung up, rolling her eyes.

“Be calm. He’s just a person. He’s just a guy,” she said to herself as she neared Table 16 once again, relieved to see that Tom still sat there.

“I told you I would come back,” she managed a smile, moving to slide into the other empty chair, when Tom rose from his place to pull it out for her.

“I’m glad you did,” he added, smiling back and looking equally relieved as they finally faced each other at the table. “I ordered us an appetizer and some drinks while you were gone. I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so hopefully it’s all okay…”

“Oh, I’m not picky.” Silence fell briefly, and before it could become too awkward, Y/N decided to address what was certainly weighing heavily on both of them. “So, you and I got off on the wrong foot and I want to apologize. I was just totally caught off-guard…”

“Nikki didn’t tell you?”

“No- well, she knew I never would have gone if I’d known-”

“Do you really hate me that much?” he chuckled. “I mean, I know not all of my movies have been great…”

“Not at all, it’s not that, I just would have been too scared.” Y/N dropped her gaze to her hands, twisted tightly together in her lap.

“Well, it’s normal to be nervous, but come on, I’m not so scary now, am I?” He leaned forward with his elbows on the table, smirking.

Y/N gathered the courage to meet his gaze. “No,” she admitted, with a grin. “I just feel out of place here, in this restaurant, in this whole situation.”

“I think you fit right in,” Tom assured her. “Actually, before our conversation went off the rails earlier, I was going to say that you look stunning.”

“T-thank you, you do too,” she stammered, feeling the blush creeping over her face again, cringing at her reply. He laughed, but it was a good-natured laugh, not seeming to be at her expense.

“Thanks. I tried.”

Y/N finally took a sip of the drink that Tom had ordered for her, a sparkling cocktail that tasted of cranberry and lemon. “This is good,” she nodded.

“I made a good choice?”

“Yes, you did, thank you.”

Soon after, the appetizers arrived- a roasted beet and endive salad. As they started to eat, Tom suggested:

“Now, why don’t we just start the night over? Hi, I’m Tom.”

“I’m Y/N,” she replied, and they both laughed between mouthfuls.

“You mentioned that you do behind-the-scenes work for film projects- what are you working on right now?”

“Oh, just a local documentary thing. Street art and its origins, styles, and cultural significance. Terribly exciting, I know.”

“Of course it is. But you’d rather be doing something else?”

“Like everyone else around here, I have higher aspirations. I know everyone has to work their way up- you know that better than anyone- but I also know that not everyone who puts the work in ends up making it, and it usually just comes down to chance and luck- being in the right place at the right time or knowing the right people. I’m just afraid that my miracle is never gonna happen, y’know?”

“Well, I really believe that if it’s what you’re meant to do, as long as you stay dedicated and a step ahead of everyone else, it’ll happen. We’re just not all on the same timetable. It happened early on for me, but for a lot of other people, they didn’t ‘make it’ until they were in their thirties, forties, hell, fifties…” He took a taste of his own drink- a non-alcoholic cocktail.

“I hope I don’t have to wait that long,” she said, half joking and half serious. “But what projects are you involved in at the moment?”

He obliged to the change in topic. “I have a lot going on with this action-movie satire piece. It’s one of those ones that’s been stuck in development hell for a few years, so there’s just a lot of negotiating back and forth; it gets tedious after a while, but I think we’re finally getting things nailed down. It’s looking like it’ll be a lot of fun once we get past the initial stages.”

During the course of this conversation, they realized that they should begin perusing the menu and decide on their main courses. As she examined the options, Y/N reminded herself that she could afford to spend a bit extra once in a while, yet the prices still managed to stun her. It must have been visible on her face, because Tom said “Order whatever looks good. I’m buying tonight.”

As Y/N opened her mouth to strongly protest, he held up his hand. “Nikki said you’d complain, but you can’t change my mind. It’s been a while since I’ve gone out, I want us to have a good time, and besides, it’s the way I was raised.” He shrugged, folding his hands in front of him on the tabletop. “Don’t worry, I don’t expect anything, and I know you’re capable of paying if I let you, I just want to. Okay?”

When the server appeared with their entrees, the dusk had long since turned to nighttime darkness, allowing the fairy lights and orb ceiling fixtures to bathe all of the restaurant’s occupants in a warm glow. Y/N had ended up deciding on a mushroom ravioli dish, while Tom ordered a filet, and they shared a portion of seafood that he insisted she try. She was surprised to admit that she was feeling remarkably more at-ease.

“I am obsessed with this place,” he said offhandedly, having made it about halfway through his steak.

“I can see why,” Y/N giggled. “So, tell me: what is it you like to do when you’re not sword-fighting people or scaling the sides of buildings?”

Tom laughed, using one hand to smooth his hair back. “On those rare occasions, I like to do things like rock-climb, fly…”

She coughed on her food. “Fly? Oh yeah, that’s right.”

“Or cook, watch sports... I can have fun with both feet on the ground too. I’m down for just about anything.” He cocked an eyebrow. “What do you get into when you’re not designing the aesthetics of local documentaries?”

“Well, I enjoy a good hike or some skating, and I can be a bit arts and crafts-y when I want to. I do some drawing and painting when I’m between big work projects.”

She was amazed at how attentively he listened, and how he didn’t do it just to respond, but to ask questions as well. She was used to enduring her date’s life story without getting more than a few words in edgewise. She reminded herself that his entire job was to be a convincing actor, and so to not become too optimistic or believing of how he appeared. But damn, if it wasn’t difficult the longer they maintained eye contact and sat so closely and laughed with each other amidst the dim, cozy lighting and the soft jazz piano. Maybe she wouldn’t totally eviscerate Nikki after all.

After making it to the end of dinner, standing on the street outside, they prepared to part ways.

“You can ride along with me and my driver can drop you off,” he proposed.

“No, that’s extremely sweet of you, but you’ve done more than enough,” Y/N insisted. “You can’t change my mind.” Her eyes gleamed mischievously at him as she referenced their conversation near the beginning of the evening.

“Well, Y/N,” Tom sighed, “I’ve got to admit that tonight was the best time I’ve had in a while. You didn’t think it turned out so bad, right?”

“Not bad at all,” she replied, clutching her coat in both hands as a soft breeze passed.

“Good enough to do it again sometime? Soon?” he asked, eying her expectantly as the two of them shifted awkwardly back and forth on the pavement.

“Oh, I suppose,” she teased, though her expression was beaming. “This is the most fun I’ve had in a while too.”

A limousine pulled up to the curb next to them. She deduced that it was Tom’s aforementioned ride, but he was determined to stay until she flagged down a taxi, uncomfortable with the idea of leaving her on the street alone at night.

“You’ll have to think about what you’d like to do next. Maybe we could go flying,” he joked, as she eventually caught a passing cab driver’s attention.

“Maybe,” she chuckled as she approached the taxi. Tom opened the door for her, and before she slid inside, he placed a hand on her shoulder and murmured “Have a good night. Be safe.”

“Goodbye, Tom,” she slid into the backseat of the cab, smiling at him and then to herself as the cab started on its path to her home. Basking in the feeling of his touch on her shoulder and the slight giddiness that the earlier cocktail afforded, she lost herself in contemplation of the evening’s events, wondering where they might lead.

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constant-mason24 · 2 months

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David Mason x Reader (COD: Black Ops 2)

Fem reader, she/her pronouns.

(Y/n) is a nurse caring for Frank Woods. The sudden arrival of an old enemy throws her life upside down.

PART 2

“Nurse Batshit! Where’s my fuckin-”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, moving down the hallway towards the voice. The man yelling was Frank Woods, an ex-marine who has been causing hell here for over a decade. He had a reputation amongst the staff and residents for being difficult and unfriendly to most people. He did have his favorites, and thankfully (Y/n) was one of them.

“Frank, would you stop calling Kelly that? We’ve talked about this.” (Y/n) holds the door to his room open with her hip, crossing her arms over her chest as she looks at him like a stern mother scolding her son.

“I’ll stop calling her that when she stops acting like a damn psycho.” The man grumbles, rolling his wheelchair over to the window. “I wanted my damn drink.”

“I’ve got it here.” The woman sighs, handing a glass over to him. “You know, Kelly would be a lot nicer to you if you were nicer to her.”

“What’ll it take to get you to be nicer to me?”

“I’m the most pleasant motherfucker here.” (Y/n) smiles as Frank snorts at that. She takes an orange medicine bottle out of her bag, carefully checking over the label to ensure it’s the correct one. Satisfied, she set it down on the low-standing dresser, next to another near-empty bottle. “Refills came in.”

“Thanks, kiddo.” The man nods. “You gonna stick around here today?”

“As much I love spending time with my favorite asshole, I have other residents to see today.”

“You know, one of these days you won’t run off before my nephew gets here.” He turns his chair to face her fully. “I’ll introduce you two all charming-like, and then you can tell the story at your wedding.”

“I look forward to that day.” (Y/n) plays along sarcastically. “But for now, I have a job to do.”

“Yeah, get the fuck out of here, miss independent.” Woods waved her off, turning back to the window. “Go clean up the piss and shit of a million other old farts.”

“You’re so gross,” (Y/n) whines, leaving his room. “Keep it up and I’m not dropping in to say goodbye when I leave tonight.”

“You’d miss me.” The old man laughs as she waves and closes the door behind her. She chuckles to herself as she moves down the long hallway to her next stop. The Vault is never a bustling place, usually quite empty and lonesome. Occasionally a nurse will pass by, sometimes with a resident alongside them. Even rarer are visitors coming to see loved ones who resided here. As (Y/n) turned a corner away from Woods’ room, she wasn’t expecting to see anyone there, much less run face-first into them.

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” She backs up, catching her balance, and holding out a hand to support the man she just bumped into.

“No, don’t be sorry. I should’ve watched where I was going.” The man also reached out to steady her. He smiled kindly, though something about him left a chill trailing down her spine. He spoke in a thick accent, and his right eye was milky white and scarred.

Suddenly lost for words, she smiled awkwardly and nodded at him, sidestepping out of the way. The man returned the nod, continuing down the hallway where (Y/n) had just come from. The woman brushed off her blue scrubs, picking up the pace to drop off the next bottle of meds she was tasked with delivering this morning.

She knocked on the next resident's door, smiling her hellos and leaving the bottle of medicine in its place. After a bit of small talk, she moved to leave the room, and her hand grazed what felt like another bottle in her bag. She pulled it out as she stepped back into the hall, glancing at the label and reading the name.

Frank Woods.

Oh, did he have two bottles of medication? Shit. Shaking her head at her obliviousness, (Y/n) started trekking back to Woods’ room. At least she hadn’t gone too far when she realized her mistake. And it was an excuse to say hello to Frank again. (Y/n) smiled softly. She was rather fond of that old man.

As she turned the corner of the hallway, the same one where she had just bumped into that man, she ran face-first into yet another person. This time the body she collided with was harder. She bounced off of this person, landing on her ass with a grunt. It was the eerie sound of a gun clicking in front of her that brought her to focus.

“Hands where I can see them!” The man yelled, covered head to toe in tac gear. He was holding a very intimidating-looking rifle, pointed straight at her.

(Y/n) threw her hands up with a yelp, wincing as another man behind the first came and roughly grabbed her arm. He lifted her to her feet, and she cried out.

“What the hell is going on?!” She asked, and before the men could answer, a familiar voice called out down the hall.

“You better not be fuckin with the only competent nurse we have in this hellhole.” Franks Woods wheeled himself out of his room, looking down the hall at the men with a glare of fury. “Let the girl go, she ain’t a threat to you dipshits.”

“At ease.” Another voice spoke up, moving to stand behind Frank. The two soldiers let go immediately, and (Y/n) moved to rub at the bruise already growing on her arm.

“Why don’t you come here?” Frank beckoned, moving back into his room. A third voice spoke up from inside.

“This isn’t a matter for civilians to be involved in-”

“Will you just quiet down, already? Jesus fucking christ.” Frank groaned. The man standing in the doorway nodded to (Y/n) as she got closer.

“Sorry about that,” he mumbled, letting her enter the room. She stood there, looking at the suddenly crowded space they were occupying. The third man, who was also dressed head to toe in tac gear, was scowling behind Frank, who looked absolutely unbothered. The other man behind her was dressed casually. He stepped in front of the door, blocking (Y/n)’s way of leaving if she wanted to escape.

“I uh,” She reached into her bag, grabbing Frank’s second bottle of medicine with shaking hands. She was trembling so hard that the bottle audibly rattled as she removed it from the bag. “I forgot these earlier, Frank. Came by to drop them off.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Frank nodded, taking the bottle from her. “Don’t let these fuckers scare you, they look meaner than they are.”

“Listen, old man-” The guy in the gear started before Frank interrupted him.

“I told you someday I would make you meet my nephew?” Frank wheeled himself closer to her, gesturing to the man standing behind her. “This is David. I was hoping to introduce you two a little nicer, but..”

(Y/n) awkwardly turned back to look at David. She raised a still-shaking hand and whispered out the most pathetic-sounding ‘hi,” she’d ever heard.

David nodded. “Sorry again for startling you, miss.”

“It’s alright. May I ask what happened? Is everything ok?” Her eyes moved to Frank as she said this.

“Yeah, they’re looking for some asshole who just stopped by. Could’ve done it without disturbing the goddamn peace around here.”

(Y/n) wanted to joke about how there was no peace with Frank around, but she wasn’t feeling up to the joke with the given company.

“Someone was here?” Her thoughts floated back to the man she had run into the first time. “The uh, guy with the eye?”

“You saw Menendez?” David asked, moving to stand in front of (Y/n). She flinched back just slightly.

“Is that who he was?”

“What did he say to you?” The man in the gear spoke up, and she shook her head.

“Nothing, really. We bumped into each other earlier, I mean I ran right into him. All we did was apologize for that.” The two men shared a glance, but Frank looked pissed.

“Is that all that happened, (Y/n)?” he rolled his chair right up to her, looking at her with a grave seriousness she hadn't seen before. “That fucker is a dangerous man. He didn’t do or say anything to you-”

“No! I bumped into him, we both apologized, and that was that. I went back to doing my job.”

Frank visibly relaxed, but the other two men seemed more on edge. David stepped closer, lifting a hand towards her.

“I need to search you real quick, miss.”

“Search me?”

“Menendez may have planted something on you when you bumped into him. Just a precaution.” The other man spoke.

“I’ll try to be respectful.” David tried to look comforting, but instead, he just looked uncomfortable. Breathing deeply and bracing herself, (Y/n) dropped her bag with a nod.

It felt incredibly weird, having a strange man put his hands all over her. She felt tense under his moving touch, but she tried to remind herself it was for an actual reason and not just some dude feeling her up. Frank let out a low whistle.

“I knew I liked the idea of you two together, but Jesus Christ, you only just met!”

“Frank.” (Y/n) hissed, sending him a glare.

“Alright, sorry!” He laughed, clearly not apologetic in the slightest.

Sure enough, David reached his hand into her pocket and pulled a small black… thing out of it. Her discomfort was quickly replaced with shock.

“How did he put that there? I didn’t even feel it.” She mumbled.

“He’s a tricky bastard.” David squeezed it, popping the thing like it was a bug. (Y/n) supposed it was. “Unfortunately, that means Menendez has his eyes on you, now.”

“Why me?”

“He knows who you are, kid.” Frank looked down at the ground with a huff. “He knows I like you, and he wants to use that to get to me.”

“Wait, what do you mean-” (Y/n) can’t finish her sentence before David looks to the third man in the room.

“Harper, tell Briggs we’re bringing a plus one back.” The third man, Harper, nods, and David looks back at her. “I’m sorry, I know this isn't how you planned your day to go. Come on, we’ll get you settled for the ride.”

“But what about-”

“Don’t worry about any of that, kid.” Frank waved his hands. “You go with David, and do as he says. He’ll take care of ya.”

Before she can argue any further, Harper leads her out of the room and into the hallway. David and Frank start up one last conversation behind them, one that's drowned out by the rustling of many soldiers filing through the hall. (Y/n) wonders where her quiet little job went to.

“We’ll get you settled in somewhere safe, Miss (L/n),” Harper speaks, guiding her onto a small aircraft parked outside the vault. “Someplace as comfy as we can manage, alright?”

“You, uhm,” (Y/n) tries to let her mind catch up to what's happening around her. More soldiers are moving back and forth. “You know who I am.”

“Yeah. Frank Woods has mentioned you to Section in the past.”

“Section?”

“David Mason.” he clarifies.

“Oh.” She says lamely.

“And I’m Mike Harper.” He holds out a hand to shake hers, which she accepts. “I hear you’ve made quite the impression on the old man.”

“Frank?” She practically has to yell to be heard over the aircraft's engines. “I seem to be the only person he can tolerate. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t fond of him.”

“That’s sweet.” Harper smiles. “I’m sure Section would be glad to hear it.”

Then David Mason exits the vault, making his way up and onto the aircraft as well. He settled in next to her, glancing to make sure she’d properly fastened in with a nod. The ramp closes up, and it becomes much quieter aboard the craft. (Y/n) grips onto the edge of her seat as she feels it lifting into the air.

“You ever flown on anything like this before?” David asks. She shakes her head. “It’s a smooth ride. You’ll be just fine.”

For some reason, (Y/n) felt anything but fine.

#David mason #black ops 2 #david mason x reader #call of duty #mike harper #frank woods #cod black ops #call of duty black ops #frank woods cod #david mason bo2

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lizardperson · 20 days

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can't win them all

[on ao3]

fandom: fallout new vegas characters: female courier/original male character rating: m cw: non-graphic discussion of killing/canon-typical violence, guilt/remorse wc: 779 prompt: #fff269 living weapon for @flashfictionfridayofficial

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"You're quiet."

"Hm?" Mika looked up, then she chuckled. "Shouldn't you be happy that I’m finally shutting up for once?"

"It's just always a bit worrying," Gabriel remarked gently.

She rolled her eyes and laughed, as usual ignoring his concerns. "Ugh, whatever." Silent again, she went back to staring into the campfire. After a while, she started gnawing on her lip. "Can I ask you something weird? Do you know how many people you killed? Like, ever?"

He wanted to ask where the hell this was suddenly coming from, but then it dawned on him what was going on in her head - the damn Fiend thing again. Of course she was still mulling over that. "No. Stopped counting eventually."

"Doesn't that bother you? That it's so many that you've lost count?" She didn't sound accusatory, just… sad. It's not like she hadn't killed before - that's what life in the wasteland was like. But Mika usually only resorted to lethal force in self-defense. Gabriel preferred to keep it that way too - but their definitions of what constituted 'self-defense' differed somewhat.

"Mika, I've been a soldier for thirty years. It's literally part of the job, as cruel as it may sound. You need to disconnect that from yourself or you go insane," he tried to explain. "I was a tool. A weapon."

"Just following orders, hm?" she retorted gloomily, and they both got quiet again. This whole thing really ate away at her. Eventually, she looked up again. "Maybe we can negotiate some kind of peace deal with that Motor-Runner guy."

Gabriel sighed. "Pretty sure the NCR brass already tried that. What makes you think you'll have more luck?"

Mika made a face. "I mean, it's not like they have such a great track record when it comes to diplomacy with the locals. I think I'm a bit more persuasive than your buddy Hsu," she objected. "Got nicer tits, too." Her stupid joke dissolved the tension a bit and they both chuckled.

Gabriel paused for a moment. "Mika, we don't have to assassinate those damn Fiend leaders." He wasn't happy that Colonel Hsu had brought this whole thing up anyway. Was the army really this fucked that they had to outsource their raider troubles to some random freelancer? The Fiends had been harassing the surrounding settlements for a while now, killing and abducting people, and the army seemed to be unable to put an end to it. "We don't have to make this our problem."

"It already is our problem! If we do nothing, even more people get killed. And just because we didn't shoot them ourselves doesn't mean it's not on us!"

Gabriel listened to her patiently and sighed. "I wish you would stop putting the whole damn Mojave on your shoulders," he remarked quietly. "You can't save everyone."

"But I still have to try."

He pulled her into his arms and stroked her back, both lost in thought for a while. "I'll go alone," he then proposed. "I'll take Boone and ED-E and we'll handle it without you."

Mika frowned. "How is that any better? Sending you in there to pull the trigger instead of doing it myself is worse, actually."

He didn't expect her to go for it, but it was worth a try. Gabriel hated seeing her so distressed; why did she always have to care so damn much? It was one of her worst traits - and one of her best at the same time, and he admired her for it. If only it wouldn't bring her so much pain all the time.

"We have to try talking to them," Mika eventually declared. "There has to be some kind of peaceful solution."

He snorted. "What, you want to just waltz into Vault 3 for a friendly chat?"

"Yeah. Maybe the Khans can set something up." She crossed her arms defiantly. "You don't have to come if you think it's such a dumb idea."

"Well, I certainly won't let you walk in there alone," Gabriel objected.

"Why not?"

He pulled her closer and kissed her head. "Someone's gotta keep you out of trouble."

"Good luck with that," she chuckled, snuggling into his arms.

They sat in silence again for some time and Gabriel considered their options. "Fine," he sighed. "Diplomatic approach. We'll figure something out." This way, he could at least keep her from rushing in blindly. They would try to gather some intel, come up with an actual plan, and hopefully not die in the process.

Mika noticeably relaxed, and he wrapped his arms around her tighter. "Thank you," she whispered. The lengths he was willing to go for her peace of mind…

#flash fiction friday #lizardwriting #fnv au #otp: a 1000 years #fallout #fnv #fallout new vegas

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sealz888 · 7 months

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Marcus headcanons? ❤️

Hell yeah! Some of these headcanons go over fo1, fo2 and fnv. I've also added some little tidbits of Jacobstown headcanons as a little bonus. I love mutants in fallout so this was really fun. Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy them.

Marcus (+ Jacobstown) Headcanons

He was slightly higher up, not like lieutenant or really important, certainly not just a random foot soldier, probably a platoon commander, maybe slightly higher. It’s also why a lot of mutants from the masters army and even nightkin will listen to him.

Used to be in charge of a platoon Tabitha was in before she was chosen to become a nightkin. It’s why she trusted him quite a lot before Rhonda died, but her mind convinced her he broke her, so she left.

Always been interested in politics. His vault experiment was what someone's life would be if everything about it was steeped in politics and preparing them for leading outside the vault. He was trained to be a leader.

This actually helped him quite a lot with his skills in the Master’s army, his time as mayor of Broken Hills and later on, Jacobstown.

Still is a bit bitter about the Vault Dweller destroying the vats, however, doesn’t take it out on the Chosen One.

Absolutely *hated* travelling in the Highway man because of how cramped it was. Also hated the desert because of how fucking hot it was because there was no A/C or Radio. I mean seriously, I’m Australian and I hate the heat so much, and I’m tiny. Can you imagine being fucken gargantuan and living in the MOJAVE/CALIFORNIAN DESERT, HOLY SHIT.

For the first few months of his time as super mutant, he didn’t really remember a lot of his life as a human. However, he was drawn to politics, so whenever he was out, he would try to sneak in books about political theories, historical figures and how to successfully lead things.

He remembers a lot more of his human life than he lets on, as later on his memories came back to him. He really didn’t like life in his vault due to cutthroat nature of politics.

Tabitha also came from the same vault and they knew each other. They didn’t really interact or speak a lot, but Tabitha doesn’t exactly remember anything from when she was a human. Marcus thinks she hasn’t really changed at all, in both personality and appearance.

Neil was one of the first people he met after he awoke as a super mutant.

Doesn’t seem like the guy who likes to fight, however. He was a lot nicer to humans than other mutants, so he often dealt with the unity folks.

When he was younger, he was more inclined to fight mostly because he felt like he had a lot more vitality then, despite not liking it. However, now, he’ll absolutely use diplomacy and only fights as an absolute last resort.

He also does help out with the psykers. He’ll hang out with them occasionally and talk. Trying to make sense of their blind rambling or comfort them when they’re freaking out.

Due to the nightkin’s proneness to addiction, mental illness and psychotic breakdowns, chems and alcohol are strictly forbidden. However, if found of residential mutants, he has a strict belief in rehabilitation and not punishment. Outsiders who trade it or bring it in with them with the intent to sell have it taken away and destroyed, along with being fined if they do it again.

Before he reached out to Dr Henry, he considered reaching out to the Followers for help, but he decided not to because of how far it is.

Marcus watched Dr Henry like a hawk due to his relations on the Enclave for the first year he was in Jacobstown.

#marcus fallout #marcus fallout new vegas #marcus fnv #marcus fallout 2 #Marcus fo2 #fallout 2 #Fallout New Vegas #FNV headcanons #fallout headcanons #fnv #fallout #fallout 2 headcanons #super mutant #fo2 #jacobstown #sealzstuff #sealzrespondz #sealzheadcanonz

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sillylotrpolls · 1 year

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(Notes on names and translations below poll. Click the read-more link to see, for example, why "star", "noble", and "silver" were used in options.)

I can't be the only person who thinks "Elf-man" is a terrible name, right? Like, I get it Elrond, your family tree is a giant mess and you're like half elf, three-eighths man, and one-eighth demigod, and everyone you know love naming their kids with the same first letters as their own name (thanks for that, Tolkien, I just love trying to keep all those Fi- names in the Silm straight), but maybe you could have broken with tradition and given your boys slightly nicer names? It's not like it's Latin, either, where most people have forgotten what the words actually mean; this is your everyday language here.

At least Elrond and Celebrían wised up by the time Arwen came along, though "Noble Maiden" still isn't very creative. I think Elves just might have something to learn from Mormons in this case.

Pictured: definitely not Jolkien Rolkien Rolkien Tolkien.

Anyway, translations for Elrond's family's names and where I got the names for the poll choices after the cut:

Elladan and Elrohir (Elrond's twin sons)

The name Elladan is Sindarin for "Elf-Man" or "Elf-Dúnadan," referring to his dual descent from both Elves and Edain (a name given to those descending from the three houses of Men from Beleriand).[15] It comes from the words el ("elf or star") and adan, singular of Edain.[16] On the other hand, Elrohir means "Elf-knight", but rochir also means "horse-lord".

Elrond (Elrond)

Elrond is a Sindarin name that means "Star-dome" or "Elf of the cave", from el ("Elf" or "star", interchangeably) and rond ("cave, vault").[17][18][19]

Celebrían (Elrond's wife)

The name Celebrían means "Silver queen"[6], from the Sindarin words celeb ("silver") and rían ("queen").[7]

Arwen (Elrond's daughter)

The name Arwen means "Noble maiden", from Sindarin ar(a) ("royal, noble") and wen ("maiden"). Her epessë Undómiel means "Evenstar", from the Quenya Undómë ("evening twilight") and el ("star").

Elros (Elrond's twin brother who chose to be mortal and founded Middle-earth Atlantis and was, for the record, much better at naming children than his brother)

Elros was a Sindarin word that meant "Elf of the spray", from el ("elf" or "star", interchangeably) and ross ("foam, spray").[8][9] The name came from the Quenya word Elerossë.[10]

And while we're all here, epessë:

The epessë or the "after-name" is the third type. The after-name is given later in life, but not necessarily by their kin, as a title of admiration. In some circumstances, the epessë is chosen by the Elf himself or herself. An Elf could be referred to by any of the three, but the epessë typically took preference.

Galadriel is the Sindarin translation of Alatáriel, the latter being the Telerin epessë originally given to her by Celeborn. Galadriel means "Maiden Crowned by a Radiant Garland". The name itself is an epessë: her father-name is Artanis (noble woman) and her mother-name is Nerwen (man-maiden).

The poll choices were created using this Lord of the Rings Elf name generator. I tried to make sure I picked the Sindarin options, in keeping with Elrond's family's clear preference. I primarily used the "meaning" option, but you could also specify "starts with 'el'", "male", and "Sindarin elvish names" to turn up a list of names like Elunaer ("Light blue bridegroom") or Elanorchanar ("Star sun flower brother").

Although the generator has obvious limitations due to the nature of Tolkien's conlangs, it's a lot of fun to play with. Just be careful or you'll next find yourself on the Parf Edhellen (Elvish dictionary) and from there it's just a hop skip and a jump until you're in a discord chat trying to figure out how to properly conjugate "knitting" or something.

Finally, just because I have always loved this paragraph, a quote from Bigger Things by Blossomwitch on Ao3:

Most people had trouble telling the twin sons of Lord Elrond apart. Gimli did not share this problem. True, they were very similar physically, but to Gimli the difference was plain. The one hanging all over Legolas like the Mirkwood Prince somehow belonged to him was Elladan; the one with enough sense to keep his paws off other people's elves was Elrohir. Simple enough.

#lotr #lord of the rings #poll #polls #elladan #elrohir #please click the links I put effort into those

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otherworldlyhope · 9 months

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So Far Away

You can either read it here or on my Ao3

Summary:

This time was different though. This time ended with sharp voices and barely veiled tears. This time had yells that filled the rooms they walked through and harsh words that neither parties really meant. Or maybe they did, maybe it was words left long unsaid. This time ended with Grian and Scar in separate beds for the first time since they had moved in together. ~ ~ ~ Grian and Scar fight, then make up in their own way

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They fought again.

It wasn’t to say that fighting wasn’t unusual between the two. In fact it was one of the things they were really good at. But usually the fights were accompanied by laughter and sarcasm, and eventually forgiveness. They would make up only to fight again about something stupid and harmless, because that’s just the way they were.

As Scar rolled over in his sleep his arms absentmindedly reached across the bed for warmth. All his fingers touched were cool sheets and empty space. A frown settled on his lips as he stared at the space where Grian usually was. The emptiness reverberated in his soul, pressing tightly against his lungs and heart. Grian’s familiar scent filled his nose and assaulted all his senses. All at once the anger returned and he forced himself up, slipping on a pair of shoes.

He wasn’t sure where he was going, but he just needed to be anywhere but there. Anywhere but the place that had Grian in every part of it. The door clicked shut behind him in the night, casting the usually lively apartment into cold darkness.

On the other side of town Grian couldn’t sleep. In fact he hadn’t even really tried since he had showed up at Pearl’s place, soaked from the rain outside. She had let him in with no questions, only offering him dry clothes and a warm fireplace. Once he had settled himself on the ground in front of the fireplace he hadn’t dared move. His back ached from leaning over the now lukewarm cup of cocoa in his hands. It wasn’t even halfway gone, but he still hadn’t let it slip from his fingers. It gave him a reason to stay awake, make sure you don't spill on Pearl’s expensive rug.

Her place was nice, much nicer than the one bedroom apartment Scar and him rented out from their seedy landlord. With high vaulted ceilings and wooden furnishings it had a rustic feeling to it. That had actually been the premise of their whole fight in the first place. Still it was stupid and Grian didn't want to think about it.

He thought it would end like all their petty fights did, with jokes and a compromise of some sort. But Scar had gotten defensive in a way Grian hadn’t seen since they first started dating. They both said things that had gone too far and Grian had left with a huff, his face red and his heart hammering against his chest.

See the thing was that he wasn’t angry at Scar, he didn’t think he really could be. He had just got caught up in the moment, and had taken it too far past the line. He regretted it now, but he was also too stubborn to go back. So instead he pulled himself to his feet and placed the mug on the counter.

There was somewhere else he could go, somewhere he hadn’t been in a long time.

It was barely drizzling as he stepped from the building. He had changed back into his wet clothes for Pearl’s sake, no use it getting her things wet as well. He would have called a cab, but he needed the walk to clear his head. Despite the rain and early hour the city was alive. Lights flashed and club music rang through the streets.

Maybe if it was another night Grian and Scar would be among the people on the street. But instead he walked alone, glancing into still open businesses as he passed. When he reached his destination he paused, the door was already unlocked. For just a moment he feared it had been broken into, but then he heard the music.

At first it was just a few tentative notes, testing to see if the piano was still working. As Grian slipped into the building, scales and arpeggios filled his ears. Distant memories of those exact scales played in that exact order flashed through his mind as he peeked around the corner. In the corner of the room sat Scar, his back to the doorway. His fingers slowly moved across the ivory keys as he finished his scale progression.

In the early days of their relationship Grian would sit beside Scar and watch as he played dozens of songs. It always floored him, the way that Scar could make it look so easy, how he could create such beautiful melodies with only his fingers.

Grian watched as his shoulder rose and fell with a deep breath before he started to play. Unlike what Grian was used to, this music wasn’t gentle and calm. No it was loud and harsh, booming across the entire space with ferocity. Scar’s fingers danced across the keys as he pulled them away quickly, creating sharp notes that cut through Grian’s ears.

He could feel the burning anger that Scar had only alluded to during their argument. His music said what he hadn’t, and it hurt. The notes were livid, screaming in a way that Scar couldn’t bring himself to. It was still beautiful though, in a raw way that Grian couldn’t even begin to describe. Scar’s shoulders tensed as he reached the climax of the song, his hands a whirlwind of movement as he played with an anger he never had before.

Slowly the music calmed and settled into a single melody that Grian couldn’t forget, not even in death. His feet moved him forward before he could even think and he sat beside Scar on the bench. Scar jumped at his sudden appearance, his fingers stuttering and bringing the music to a sudden stop. Grian pulled his hand onto the keys, playing the counterpart to the melody that Scar had stopped. It was the only thing he knew how to play thanks to Scar teaching him so long ago.

While Grian wasn’t the music type, he poured his heart into the little that he knew. His fingers said what he couldn’t say aloud. I’m sorry, I love you. His heart was thrumming in time with the music as he waited for Scar’s response. His fingers hovered over the keys as the next part was Scar’s.

Scar seemed to realize he wasn’t here to continue the argument, and relaxed. The smallest smile found its way onto his lips and made Grian’s heart soar. His hands slowly found their way onto the keys and when he played it brought tears to Grian’s eyes. I know, and I love you too. The sweet melody picked up as Grian started to play again. The two contrasting melodies finally coming together into a harmony that was enough to make them both smile.

Grian leaned against Scar’s shoulder and closed his eyes as he let his brain continue the task without him. He knew the song by heart. Scar’s cheek pressed against his unruly hair and Grian heard him sigh. With that he knew they would be okay. While they still might fight and hurt each other, they loved each other enough to apologize, even if it was without words sometimes. And that would be enough.

The world kept spinning on. People on the streets said hello as they passed, people in the clubs danced the night away, and people at home slept through a cold storm. No one knew about the two sitting in an abandoned building, declaring their love to each other in the best way they knew how. And that was fine with them, because all they needed was each other.

#hermitcraft fic #grian #goodtimeswithscar #scarian #desert duo #hopewrites

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Did I ever talked about ALL (until now) Rex crew? I think I only said about Rosa, so here goes a little resume (yeee, most of them don't have names yet, it’s one of the last things I do when thinking about a new OC)

WE HAVE:

- A man in his 50s – the navigator – is a senior pirate who has been part of multiple crews and has always found trouble due to his gambling problem. He started handling the money and was good at it until he spent all of the crew's berries in a casino (and still owed the owner). That day, Rex prohibited him from even LOOKING at the vault where they keep their berries. But very quickly, they discovered that all of them sucked at managing money in general, so the position was returned to him under some conditions (*cough cough* threats) and with a hawk eye from her and her first mate. He’s the father of the group – literally –, as he is married and has two sons whom he loves very deeply, giving him a paternal side. He cares about all of them as if they were his children, gives the best hugs, good advice, bad examples (do what he says and not what he does). He sees the potential in all of them and with the Raven Pirates, he wants to become a better person and turn the world a little nicer for his kids to live in. Make them proud.

- An ex-Celestial Dragon in his 20s (a little more, a little less) who gave up his privilege and comfort to follow his captain and learn more about the real world. Sometimes he forgets he’s not in Mary Geoise anymore and can be kinda arrogant, narcissistic, and an asshole, but he’s trying to get better! Baby steps. The man is also brutally honest and has problems controlling his tongue, but he is very loyal and protective – especially with Rex – with whom he has formed a special bond when they were kids. Slowly, he starts being more caring with his crew and cares for them like family, showing his love for their company not with words, but with actions. He likes hugs more than his pride allows him to admit and is very attentive, enjoying the act of caring. Due to his knowledge of medicine, in addition to being the shooter of the Raven Pirates, he also works as the nurse, assisting the crew's doctor when needed.

- A girl in her 17 (all ages are pre-time skip), an ex-spy for the World Government. She was part of a currently discontinued project in which orphaned children were used to spy and obtain information without arousing great suspicion. But children grow up and when she turned 15, she was sent (without her knowledge) on a suicide mission. She survived but was not left without after-effects from the huge explosion she caused, having lost much of her hearing capacity and suffering painful injuries. Despite officially only occupying the position of cook on the crew, the girl does a lot. She is the master of disguises, knows how to cook, sew, do makeup, knows a lot about explosives, and is amazing with her nunchucks. Every day they discover something new about the girl. In personality, she is full of energy, a gremlin, disturbing everyone with her crazy ideas and jokes, but everyone likes how much she brings life to the team. She has very questionable taste in “cute” stuff, but she is sweet, very concerned, anxious, and helpful. She still has to deal with a lot of obstacles, especially emotional ones, but the other Raven Pirates will always support her.

I didn't notice it was so much until a finished, im sorry T-T but thats it (a l cut a lot off to make it shorter, a swear)

I had to take a moment to not fall in love with the navigator / treasurer. He seems problematic. I'm gonna blorbo him.

And an ex-celestial dragon??!! My heart is not going to handle this crew, I can feel it. Just like my beloved Rosinante.

Little gremlin child seems like so much fun. Making bombs, causing chaos, little revolutionary if there ever was one.

I love this crew!!! Rex and Rosa have their work cut out for them!!

#snail answers #ask snail #others ocs #rex & rosa ocs #extended crew #I love hearing about OCs

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I wanted to say that I absolutely LOVE your Taylor Swift Winnix edits! You do a fantastic job! I also wanted to know your opinion on Guilty as Sin as a Winnix song because to me it is a great one for them in the pining stage of their relationship. I also LOVE Ivy from Evermore as well for them, I think it’s very gay coded and was wondering what your thoughts on that might be as well.

tysm!! the band of brothers x taylor swift agenda is sooo important to me personally. i got so carried away writing this im so sorry please accept all my apologies (and i really hope it makes sense)

Guilty As Sin is such a Winnix song you are so correct! While both my Winnix x Taylor edits have come from Dick’s perspective, I think GAS fits so much nicer coming from Nix.

I like the idea of the “vow” they’re upholding being that Nix would take him to Chicago and that they’d still be together after the war is over and they’re changed, and the fantasy is that they could stay together forever. The fantasy he’s pining for is obviously fatal, as Nix knows that if he commits fully to Dick that it’ll change his life, and he wouldn’t be able to go back to what he did before the war. The idea of the “cage” and the “locks” he has to crack being his marriage is interesting, and how he wants to throw his pre-war life “to the rocks” so he can completely be with Dick and begin the new life that he’s longing for.

And Nix knows that by doing this, by being with Dick the way he wants to be with him, is going to get him crucified and the people back home would rather him in long-suffering propriety than with another man because they don’t know the real extent of how he feels for Dick!! And on some level Nix doesn’t know either because he’s too afraid to let himself fall fully into a life with Dick, so he’s still keeping it all locked away in his vaults. He’s fallen in love in a way he’s never been in love before, and as right as it feels he knows it’s wrong, and he’s either committing the sin of infidelity to his wife, or by being gay depending on how deep you think his internalised homophobia goes.

+ Ivy also fits beautifully with Nix’s perspective on the way they are. It also lends back wonderfully into the internalised homophobia thing in a way, and how Nix knows what he wants with Dick would change him.

I love the idea that Dick is the ivy, and the stone house is Nix and his pre-war life. When ivy grows on a house, it destroys the stone as it gets bigger and it irrevocably damages the house. It also costs a fortune to take down and then fix the house afterwards. Nix knows that by not running and sitting and watching what will become is damaging him and his life permanently, and he knows that once he falls the only way he could climb back up is using the ivy, since it’s roots (Dick) are bonded deep into his stone (Nix and his life).

But he’s also grieving. He grieves for the life he knew, and the security that it gave him and how he knew it’s what people wanted for him. It’s the living he grieves for, his present, because he knows he’ll never get it back the way it was even though he was miserable. And yet somehow that pain and suffering fits perfectly into Dick and even though he’s committed to another he can’t help but let Dick take from him and put his roots in his dreamland and cover him and what he wants for his future completely.

He also considers Dick’s “fatal flaw” to be how he is gay, and that it is cursing him and by extension Nix himself. But despite his internalised homophobia and that how he knows what he’s doing is wrong everything he does with Dick and the way he feels just feels right!! And obviously he’s scared, he knows people will find out eventually and he knows what that means for the two of them, but for now in those begged and borrowed moments, he doesn’t care about that and is happy to watch what will become of himself under Dick.

It’s a fire, and its a a war, and Dick totally shamelessly started it, and as much as he wishes he could stop Dick from growing and being attached to him, he doesn’t want to! When the question “how’s one to know?” is asked, it’s like Nix is wondering how he ended up the way they are, and how he found himself longing for he and Dick’s secret trysts and fighting for them. He feels so right, irreversibly a part of Nix deep inside (where the spirit meets the bones), and though they’re tarnished and it’s wrong it’s also so perfect, and Nix is almost ready to throw away all he knows and let Dick grow and cover him forever.

God I hope that all made sense!!

#we got the yappatron 3000 over here i’m so sorry #does any of this even make sense #is it obvious ivy is one of my favourite songs #probably not #asks #winnix

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I think the people saying that Pandora is "just" a redstone build (it's not, but okay let's pretend it is) aren't aware that we don't fucking know how it works.

Years after its completion, with parts of it being built on-stream, and WE DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW TO REMAKE IT PROPERLY.

Yes, BDubs' village is pretty. I won't deny it looks nicer and is very impressive. I enjoy his work and think he's a charming person to watch.

But he ain't "we don't understand this, what the fuck did he DO???" impressive.

Pandora is perfect for its role on the server and in the story. It isn't meant to be nice to look at; it's meant to be a horrifying tomb that nothing can enter or exit unless the person in charge lets do so. I think it speaks to the bananas insanity of Awesamdude that he had it set up to send alerts to his phone if anyone tried to break in.

Haters are just mad that it was made on the DSMP. If it was in literally any other contest, there wouldn't be nearly as much pushback against it.

Vote for Pandora's Vault, our love, our wife, our horrible torture box that caused countless deaths in the story it was made for. Nothing can get in or out without the Warden's permission, no matter how much it might want to! :)

#mcyt base contest #propaganda #ask

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Stand Guard - Deacon/ Female Sole Survivor

Summary Sole meets one of the Diamond City guards and thinks having one on her side would have some advantages. Also back from 2016, I keep it as is. _________________________________________________ Tags: deacon in disguise, sole has a shitty day, drinking, smoking, only one bed, but no smut _________________________________________________ ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6493750

„Takahashi? Yes one bowl please“ Sole scarfed the noodles within seconds. She had not eaten in days while she was looking for Valentine and finally bringing him back to Diamond City. Nevertheless eating without chewing was not her smartest idea, but she was starving. One bite too hasty and she fell into a fit of coughing, she could definitely feel a small piece of vegetables inside her trachea. She was standing now, on hand on the counter the other beating on her own chest, desperately trying to get the thing out.

Great, she survived the war and now she was probably going to die, because she thought chewing wasn‘t necessary. She felt someone beating on her back and finally she got rid of it. „Here, drink!“ The man handed her a bottle of Nuka Cola. „Thanks,“ she rattled „you are a real life saver. If the situation wasn‘t awkward enough already, it would have been if I would have choked on my own food.“ She took another sip and wiped the tears off her cheeks. A guard was standing in front of her, cheekily grinning „No one dies on my watch.“ he patted his bat. It hit her like a train, he reminded her of Nate, especially the tone of his voice, his physique was similar as well, only the hair was missing. She swallowed and tried to ignore the similarities „I think I should repay you somehow. I still need to finish my noodles, how about I stand you a serving and we eat together?“ she sipped on her Coke.

Convincing people these days were a lot easier the it has been pre war, they would do almost everything now, for caps, a place to sleep, food or simply clean water and having a Diamond City guard on her side would definitely have some advantages. The guard was shifting from one feet to another, probably fighting with himself for some reason. He took a whole minute before answering „Okay, I accept the offer. But only if you don‘t tell my boss.“ He winked, at least she guessed she saw him winking, it was a little difficult to see because of his sunglasses. „My lips are sealed.“

She took both of their servings and strolled through a few alleys until she saw a bar with some dining tables. Much better. Takahashis booth was too crowded anyway and after her show she didn‘t wanted everyone staring at her while she was eating, only waiting until she dies to loot her corpse probably. It was much nicer here anyway, the sun was setting, the last sunbeams shined on the table were they took a seat, it made the cold December evening a little bit warmer. For the next few minutes they enjoyed their food, chatting a bit about nothing important. The weather, weapon modifications and she even explained pre war Baseball to him.

The sun was completely gone when the guard finished his serving and shove the bowl aside „So“ he cleared his throat awkwardly „thanks for dinner. Erm.. I ... I guess I should..“ he waved with his hands but did not make an attempt to stand up. Sole looked at him questioning. „...Yeah I need to ... do some things, you know. Very important guard things. Mayor McDonough has a very important mission for me, I‘m sorry.“ „No problem, it was nice to have dinner with you. I don‘t want to keep you from doing your work.“ She smiled and he nodded and left. Sole couldn’t help but felt a little rejected, not that she was expecting anything, but the way he left had been odd. She wasn‘t even wearing her Vault suit, most people react strange when she wore it, so she avoided it most of the time.

She stretched and fixed her clothes before she made her way back trough the alleys to bring Takahashi the bowls back. She was deep in thoughts, when the guy next to her kicked his beer and spilled it over her stomach and chest. Great, it was one of those days. „I am sorry Ma‘am.“ She didn‘t even bother to say anything, simply turned, closed her eyes and collected all her strength to guide her hand back from her 10mm.

She burst through the door of the bar and ordered a shot of whiskey. „Hello, you know you have something on your chest, yes?“ the bartender commented with an Russian accent. She gritted her teeth „Yes. I. Know.“ She tossed down the whiskey and fled into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She was out of her wet clothes and in her Vault suit within seconds. She had put her whole armor on top, but the obtrusive blue was still showing through. With a sigh she slid down the cold with tiles covered wall into a sitting position. Sole simply in- and exhaled for a minute, calming herself. A cigarette, that’s what she needed right now.

She dropped on the couch rubbing her temples. She saw in the corner of her eye that someone was smoking next to her. „Hey. Can I have one?“ „Sure thing pal.“ She frowned and glanced to her left. It was the guard. „Oh it‘s you“ She noted bland. She put the cigarette between her lips and he lightened it. The nicotine went through her system and she leaned back. „You changed your outfit.“ The guard pointed out „Yes. Someone spilled beer over me.“ „Not your day I see.“ „Yea, you could say so.“ Silence for a minute „Would you like to drink something?“ „I would love to thanks.“ she still had her eyes closed, enjoying the numbness from the nicotine.

He came back with two glasses with whiskey and ice. She took hers thankfully. The way it burn her throat was relieving. He emptied his drink in one gulp „So what about this Vault Suit? I hardly ever see someone wear them. Did you steal it or are you some kind of vault dweller?“ He laughed at his last statement as if he wouldn‘t believe himself. She knew she wasn‘t ready for this kind of conversation, not only was it too early, but the vault suit always reminded her of her past, which she desperately tried to escape from, without succeeding of course. Because she was the vault dweller, the famous vault dweller, and sooner or later everyone will find out, if she wanted to or not, the interview with piper and her reputation will make sure of it. She knew she could‘t run forever, but she wanted to decide herself, which person she was going to tell her tragic back story first and even if the guard was likable, probably mostly because he reminded her of Nate, she know it‘s not going to be him. Not right now.

She forced herself to a faked laugh „Yea, fancy right? Found it at a red rocket gas station not long ago.“ he looked like he bought it „It is indeed.“ he lightened up another cigarette and handed her another one as well. They were sitting in silence again, the bar crowded and it became louder, she felt uncomfortable and fiddled with her wedding ring. She saw that he stared at it, but thankfully the awkward and private interrogation time was over. „I‘ll get us a few more drinks.“ she stubbed out the cigarette and went to the bar and ordered two more glasses of whiskey. Two tall men were standing pretty close to her deep in conversation and what they said got her attention „...I tell you, no one has ever seen him here before.“ „Have you asked the other guards?“ „Yes, but either they don‘t remember or don‘t care, they say he vanishes a few hours everyday, I bet he‘s up to something.“ „Mhmm.“ That was interesting, now it was her time to ask personal questions.

„How long have you been here in Diamond City?“ she confronted him while she handed him his drink. „Oh a while.“ That‘s it? She moved closer to him and asked in a hushed tone „and what is this mission all about?“ „I can‘t tell you it‘s a secret“ Sure. „You know,“ she said smiling flirtatiously, leaned even closer, one arm on the backrest, in the other still her drink which she put down on his thigh, he didn‘t move „I overheard something today and asked around a bit, no one actually knows you, you don‘t have a home here, you probably don‘t even work here, you vanish for a few hours everyday“ her voice suddenly cold „so, who are you really asshole?“ and leaned back. The man looked like he was about to run, but stayed and widened his collar as if it was hard to breath for him. He turned to her, she was now his center of attention and answered in a hushed tone as well „Ever heard of Goodneighbour?“ She shook her head „there is this guy, pretty handsome, tall, black hair, always wearing sunglasses and he wants intel and I am the one who gives it to him. I am not a guard here no. I am a spy, honest.“ „Why should I believe you now?“ „You shouldn‘t“ he grinned and she joined and raised her glass. The rest of the evening they spend chatting about everything. She had a lot of fun, she had not have in a long time. She only excused herself later to rent a room.

„Sorry, we are out.“ „What do you mean, you are out?“ „Yes, I am sorry.“ Great, now she had to sleep outside or something. She stamped back and dropped next to him, her arms crossed. „What‘s wrong?“ he raised an eyebrow „All rooms are taken, guess I have to sleep outside tonight. Where do you sleep?“ „Here.“ „Here?“ Sole turned to him, upset „You are a 'guard'. Don‘t you have quarters or something where you can sleep?“ He frowned „Well, yes but I don‘t like sleeping with 10 other people in one room.“ There really was no need for her to react this way, but she didn‘t care „Oh, do you know what I don‘t like? Sleeping outside, at night, in December, in a bedroll, unprotected.“ He sighed and answered pretty annoyed now „Look, you could just ask me if we could share the room. 50 50 each.“ She didn‘t expect that, she felt terribly sorry for her behavior. They had such a nice evening and now here she was making a scene. She opened her mouth, closed it again, opened it inhaled and said „Okay“ quietly and then „Would you be so kind to share your room with me?“ she asked sheepishly. „Sure“ he answered evenly „I wanted to go to bed now anyway.“ He sure was difficult to read.

The room was small, clearly not meant for more than one person. Sure she had slept in worse places, but not so close to someone she hardly new, especially not in a small bed.

He started to remove his armor and she couldn‘t help but stare. His back was completely covered in scars. Burned, gunshots and cuts. Would she look like that after a few more month in the commonwealth? Definitely. He put on a white shirt and her thoughts were interrupted. „I am sorry for my behavior from before.“ She muttered while taking of her own armor, she would leave the Vault suit on though. „No problem. I understand, everyone has a bad day sooner or later. As a guard you get yelled and and attacked on a daily basis, so no big deal.“ He winked and went to bed, his back facing her.

She slipped next to him under the cover. The bed was small, very small. His back was pressed against hers and both of them were already lying on the edge. She wanted to make a funny comment, but for some reason nothing came up to her mind. He doused the oil lamp and it was pitch black. The whole situation was so awkward and she was seriously considering sleeping outside instead when she heard him saying „Good night then Vault dweller.“ she smiled „Good night liar“. She felt a bit more comfortable, but she knew she probably wouldn‘t sleep. Everything she went through had made her paranoid. She would be too vulnerable, she didn‘t allow herself to sleep, at least not deeply. But she would rest better here than outside.

An hour must have passed and they were still awake, she could tell because of the way he was breathing. He sighed loudly „Now this is going to be awkward, but my arm is numb and I would like to turn around. Is that okay?“ „Yea sure.“ She heard the spring of the mattress moving and next his chest pressed against her back and her ass pretty close to his crotch, one movement and she would close the gap. Sole felt nervous. She heard a soft crack that must have come from his sunglasses and laughed „Are you serious? You even sleep in them?“ „Its a habit, can‘t have anyone see my beautiful eyes you know.“ he budged a bit „Sorry can I“ and he put his arm around her.

Her heart was beating faster and she felt tingling sensation in her chest and stomach. What was going on with her? It must be the alcohol, why would she feel save in the presence of a stranger „Its too small. I am not trying to hit on you or something.“ The words came out before she could hold them back „What a shame.“ It was very quite suddenly. He leaned closer to her ear „Do you want me to hit on you?“ There was no going back now, time seemed to stretch. „Absolutely.“ She answered, noticing her voice was deeper. The air was thick. She closed the small gap between her ass and his crotch and heard him inhale sharply. She bit her lip. He seemed to fight with himself again, so she started to move her hips in circles rubbing her ass against his crotch. His grip of his arm around her tightened as his hand found one of her boobs, squeezing it, pressing himself even closer to her. She could feel his erection growing, her breath quickened. She turned over onto her back, with one hand trying to find his face and caressing it, with her thumb stroking over his lips. His hand was at the back of her head, holding onto her hair, he shifted forward his leg pressed against her core. His face was close now, she felt his breath on her lips. She leaned in closer, desperately trying to close the last gap that was between them, but suddenly he was gone, there was only air.

She sat up and heard he was putting on his armor. She didn‘t know what to say. But he did „I am sorry, this was a mistake, I can‘t.“ Sole felt vulnerable, rejected, hurt. „Excuse me?“ she was fighting back her tears. „It‘s complicated“ he sounded hurt „Its...look. We sort this out, but not right now. I have to go.“ Tears were rolling down her cheeks now, she didn‘t even know why, she didn’t know this man, she didn‘t have a reason to be upset, no one promised her anything. She felt his lips on hers „I am in your corner.“ and then heard the door being closed. He was gone and she never saw that 'guard' again.

#fallout 4 #deacon x sole survivor #deacon fo4

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