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How About a Nuke?

Part VII / Part VIII / Part IX

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The ghoul x fem!reader A/N: PLEASE READ, this will be one of my darker chapters. I’m really sick right now, I have a bad fever, and when I’m sick I tend to write darker things. I’m not sure why, just keep that in mind while you read. Summary: You wake up alone surrounded by people with strange smiles and empty gazes. You’ve been left behind and you don’t know if you’ll be able to make it out of the compound alive.

You shift on the thin fabric of the cot and rub at your eyes. They’re crusted over with evidence that you’ve been sleeping for a lot longer than you meant to. You shoot up in the bed, panic flaring in you, and look around the room. He isn’t here, neither is his bag. The chair he’d been sitting in is still at the side of your bed, but no other evidence of him having been here.

You throw your legs over the side of the cot and rip the IV out of your arm. You press your thumb down over the bubble of blood and walk towards the doorway of the room. The lights are out in the compound. You can tell from the window in the hall that it's night now, dim candles are lit along the hallway but there’s no other light.

“Cooper?” You whisper, afraid to wake whoever lives on this floor. You look down each end of the hallway but you don’t see his silhouette or hear his spurs coming towards you. You can feel yourself starting to freak out the longer you stand alone in the dark hallway.

With only a thin gown on and no weapons to protect yourself, you duck back in the room and lock the door. You’re sure there’s a reasonable explanation for where he is. He promised he would be here when you woke up. Maybe they’d just given him a different room.

Though, you’re still frightened, you let yourself fall back onto the cot. You’re still exhausted, despite how much sleep you’ve already gotten. This is the first time in a while that you’re clean, not sleeping under the stars, and you don’t have to worry about radroaches gnawing on you. You don’t have enough adrenaline to keep you upright and find yourself slipping back into a dreamless sleep.

The doorknob rattles and you jump out of bed. Without much thought you rip the door open, assuming Cooper would be on the other side. Instead a woman with bright red hair and an eerie smile looms over you. She’s startling tall, taller than anyone you’d encountered so far in the Wastelands.

You stumble back as she advances, two armed men flocking her. “Where’s Cooper?” You demand, eyes darting around to try and find something you can use against her. You’re woefully unarmed in the room. Besides throwing a chair at her you can’t find anything to defend yourself with.

“Who?” She asks, moving to take a seat in the chair he’d been occupying. You keep yourself backed in the corner of the room. Your eyes dart between her and her men but they seem completely at ease, the pistols on their hips going ignored.

You glare at her, “You know who. The man I came here with.”

“Oh,” she laughed, the sound made your hair stand on end. There was nothing outwardly wrong with this woman, nothing you could point out anyway. Maybe it was the unusual length of her smile, or the lack of anything real behind her eyes, but you felt deeply uncomfortable around her. “The ghoul,” the word rolled off her tongue with a clear distaste. She sighed and shook her head, standing back up.

She turned towards the door and looked back at you. “Join me.” It clearly wasn’t a question, not with the way her guards grabbed you by the arms and shoved you forward. You stumbled, bare feet tripping on the uneven tiled floors.

She made her way down the hall, not once looking back to make sure you followed. It was clearly assumed that you would just obey. Despite how much you didn’t want to, you figured you would have a better chance of living through the next hour if you didn’t test the men with guns.

You kept one arm around your abdomen, the raw wound aching. It wasn’t burning or itching like yesterday, but your skin was so sensitive it felt as though your stomach might fall through the stitches. “Lights,” she started, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin at the abrupt noise. Your eyes kept darting around the hallway, like someone was going to jump you any second.

“Running water,” she continued, “agriculture. We have a steady supply of Radaway, meds, food. We are very fortunate here at the compound.”

“I’m sure,” you muttered. You passed by a room and she came to a stop. You glanced through the window of the room, little kids surrounded by pregnant women stared up at a man teaching them something on a chalkboard. You moved a little closer and frowned when you saw the diagram of a man and woman’s anatomy on the board.

These kids were barely walking and they were already learning about the birds and bees?

You glanced up at the giant woman and shuddered, she had a predatory look on her face while she looked at the babies. What backwards hellhole did Cooper drag you into?

“We’re much luckier than other surface dwellers, our children no longer have to worry about fighting to survive.” A woman rolled past you in a rusted wheelchair, her belly practically bursting through her white gown, three men flocked her, their eyes straying towards you. You glanced from her and back to the window of the room.

Was every woman here pregnant?

Feeling like a rat trapped in a cage you looked up at the red haired woman with trepidation. “Where’s Cooper?”

She smiled, the corners of her lips stretching too far across her cheeks to look real. “You no longer need to concern yourself with him. Your keeper has given you to the compound.” She kept talking but you couldn’t hear anything past the high pitched ringing in your ears.

The room seemed to spin and you found yourself leaning on the wall for support.

Cooper left you.

A heavy hand landed on your shoulder and you flinched. You fought the burning feeling building behind your eyes and glared up at the woman. “We’ll finish the tour later. You seem to still be feeling unwell.” She looked to the men behind her and nodded, “Take her back.”

You didn’t get a chance to argue before they’d looped their arms through yours and were dragging you back down the hallway. They didn’t throw you in the room like you’d expected. If anything they seemed to be treating you gently.

They laid you in the cot, propping you against the pillows and leaving without another word. You sat there stunned for a long time. You stared up at the cracked ceiling, surprised you weren’t freaking out more. Maybe it was shock, or whatever drugs they’d given you were keeping you numb.

The most likely reason, though, was that deep down you’d never fully let yourself trust Cooper. That was what he had been drilling in your head this whole damn time. No one was to be trusted, not even him.

You couldn’t be mad at him because it was your own damn fault for getting stabbed. You should have just let it get him, would have saved you a whole heap of problems. You throw the blankets off and get up.

You’re not just gonna sit here and wallow the whole time. You got yourself stuck here, you’d get yourself out. You approach the door, fully expecting them to have locked you inside, but it pulls open without a problem. They must really not think you’re a threat. Not like you could blame them, you’d been half dead when you were dragged here.

You creep down the hallway, going the opposite way the woman had been leading you this time. You round the corner, slamming into a little girl and and a man. You jump back, heart in your throat, but they don’t do anything except give you a smile and continue on.

You suppose there’s nothing to suspect about you. You’re dressed like everyone here, in a gauzy white nightgown that goes to your ankles. You don’t have any weapons on you. If you act natural, you’re sure you can just blend in.

You pass by another windowed room and risk a peek. You immediately wish you hadn’t. The woman on the wheelchair from earlier is squatting on the floor, holding onto the arms of a man. Her face is red and her hair is plastered to her head. She lets out a loud groan and another man removes his arms from under her gown, something small and wrinkly in his hands.

He carries the baby to a table, weighing it, cleaning its face off and then hands it to her. You turn away, debating whether or not you should keep watching or just move on. This is incredibly intimate, a mother holding her newborn for the first time. But something about this whole place is off, there’s a deep feeling of instinctual fear in your gut that is leaving you on edge.

You can make out muffled conversation from the room and peer back in. She smiles at the man holding her and he nods. She leans down and presses a long kiss to her baby’s forehead. The man who’d been observing this whole ordeal with a blank face steps up. He presses a pillow to the side of her head and then a gun. You stumble away from the window just as he pulls the trigger.

The sound is muffled by the pillow, but the baby still cries as its mother goes limp. One of the men catches her body before she can fall, passing the baby off. One of them leaves with the kid, the other two collect her body and carry her out behind him. You make a run for it before they can spot you, the image of her blood spraying across the floor permanently burned into your brain.

You don’t even bother trying to come up with a reasonable excuse for what you just saw. There isn’t one, there’s nothing that could explain what you just witnessed away. And Cooper had given you to these people.

You could feel the rage building in you now.

He stared down at the fire, the only sounds were the distant noises of bugs and the crackling of the burning logs. He felt odd, unsure of how to put it. It was quiet, despite the noises of the forest, everything seemed still to him.

He glanced across the fire, expecting to see her there, surprised to find himself a little upset when she wasn’t. It’s not like he could be blamed for missing the company. Being on his own for over two hundred years was hard enough. Being on his own after having her around seemed worse somehow.

Loneliness was easier when you forgot what you were missing.

He shifted around but no matter how he moved he couldn’t get comfortable. The discomfort wasn’t something physical, it was a restless feeling brewing under his skin. Poking and prodding him until it couldn’t be ignored.

Leaving her had felt like a smart choice. It seemed like the right thing to do. The compound should be safe enough. Then again, all he really knew about it was that it was only slightly more civilized than the rest of the Wastelands.

He sighed and leaned back against the old wreckage he had propped himself against. He wouldn’t have shelter tonight, it was rare to find any that wasn't overrun by radroaches out in the sands anyway. With the light from the fire he couldn’t see much. But he could make out the old billboard across from him.

It was the one she’d always hated and he loved. She was in that skimpy astronaut suit riding a rocket with a Nuka-Cola in her hand. He’s constantly bombarded by his Vault Boy posters. Seeing her shouldn’t bother him. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s ever seen one of her ads out here, anyway.

But it hurts him in a way it hadn’t before. Now he knew that she’d never left him, that she’d been screwed by the same company that ruined his life. He sighed and ran a hand over his rough cheeks. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he shouldn’t be considering this.

He should just leave it be, leave her be. But he can’t. Once he’s got his teeth dug into something, it’s nearly impossible to let it go.

You should have been paying better attention to where you were running, but all you could see was that woman’s lifeless body clutching her crying baby to her chest. You stumbled through a door, racing down the stairs until you were sure you were at the bottom floor.

You burst through the door, wincing at the bright sunlight that shone down on you. You heard the sound of laughter and children’s voices as they screamed and ran past you. You jumped out of their way, watching as they chased each other.

You glanced around, confused and disoriented, trying to figure out where you were. It must’ve been the back of the compound, beyond the different crops and gardens you couldn’t see anything but a radiated ocean. It was the same odd blue the lake Cooper had taken you to had been.

Men in dirtied clothes were bent over different crops and vegetables, digging around in them and pulling out ripe foods. Some older children assisted them, holding tools of their own or carrying baskets of different crops. But you didn’t see any women among them.

“Lost?” You whirled around on the man behind you, he raised his hands up with a startled expression on his face. “Sorry, sorry, I thought you heard me walk up.”

“Who are you?”

He held out his hand, an odd smile on his face. Everyone here had the same smile, nearly genuine but lacking just enough life to be. You looked at his hand and then back at him, making no move to take it. He was undeterred and just reached forward, yanking your hand into his and crushing your palm in too firm a grip. “Ben, good to meet you, Sylvie told me to come find you.” He seems oddly familiar, but you can’t place why.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out Sylvie was the red head who’d been showing you around earlier. With one glance at the gun on his hip you figured this was another demand. You peered over your shoulder at the children again, surprised to find them already staring at you. The boys grinned but the girls didn’t even blink as Ben showed you back through the door.

You took in a shaking breath and ascended the stairs once more, feeling your freedom slipping further away from you. Ben kept a tight grip on your wrist the whole way up. ”I’m excited to get to know you.”

You shot him a distrusting look and tried, unsuccessfully, to once more get him to release you. “Why would we be doing that?”

He stopped and you were forced to follow. Your eyes bounced around the empty hallway, feeling incredibly on edge with the way he invaded your space. He had the eerie smile again, eyes roaming slowly up and down your form. “You are to be my breeding partner after all.”

What. The. Fuck.

“Ben!”

You didn’t think you’d be happy to see Sylvie again, but right now you were ridiculously grateful for her interference. He backs off and it’s only then you feel like you can breathe again. You rip your wrist out of his grasp, rubbing away the bruise that bloomed under his hand. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you when you walk away and it takes everything in you not to turn around for another glance at him.

Sylvie holds a door open for you at the end of the hall and you duck inside, trying to calm your racing heart after that interaction. “I apologize for Ben, he’s a bit overeager. He lost his partner this morning and I did promise him you,” she laughs and steps inside.

It’s only as she passes by you that the light goes on in your head. He’d been one of the men in the room with the mother. He’d been holding her.

Your fists dig into the white fabric of your gown and you have to swallow the bile building in your throat down. Your hands are shaking horribly and your eyes go fuzzy. Lack of any real food is starting to catch up with you as your adrenaline spikes and plummets again.

You’re not sure your heart can take much more of living in the Wastelands.

Sylvie sits down at a long table, plates piled with food enough for ten people before her. But there are only two chairs, one for her, and you assume the other is for you. “Please,” she motions to the chair across from her, “sit.” Her tone brokers no negotiation and you find yourself walking on shaking legs to the other chair.

You throw yourself down in it, staring blankly down at the plate. “What happened to his partner?” You whisper, unable to bring yourself to speak any louder.

“It is the cycle of life here at our compound.” You glance up at her in astonishment but she’s not paying attention, just digging into her food. “Our goal is to repopulate the earth. Bring back society as it should be.”

“And how should it be?” You interrupt, fully disgusted by the people surrounding you now. “Because what I saw was sickening. You slaughtered her like she was an animal.”

Sylvie’s fork slams against the table and you jump in surprise. “That’s what she was, is.” She sighs and shakes her head, “It’s hard for an outsider to understand.”

“Then explain,” you order, voice sharp. You’re not going to play games with this woman. You want answers and you want them now. But more importantly you want to know why he would leave you here. How could he?

“Our mission, requires sacrifice. When they are ready, the women here are assigned a breeding partner. They give birth until they can’t and then…” That sickening grin was back and you found yourself shrinking back into your chair. “They provide for us in other ways. Organ harvesting is a very lucrative trade, did you know?” You shake your head mutely. “It’s what provides us with the medicine that saved your life last night.”

“The men? Does anything happen to them?”

She shrugs, digging into her meal once more. “They can reproduce much longer than women can. And when they can’t we find use for them in the fields. When they die, their body is used keep our agriculture thriving.” The woman you watched die this morning couldn’t have been older than thirty.

And the man guarding Sylvie could have been the same age as your father.

Cooper had sold you to be bred and then harvested. Like you were cattle. You glanced up at the guards but they weren’t looking at you. Why would they? Women clearly weren’t more than animals here. You could never be a threat.

You slipped the knife off the table and into your sleeve. “And the women are okay with this?”

She looked at you like you were crazy for wondering such a thing. “Of course, they know they’re serving a higher purpose than themselves.” You scoffed in disbelief. Not only was this a human farm where you were harvested like a cow, you found yourself in the middle of some fucked up new world cult.

“Did-” your voice cracks and you find the words difficult to get out. “Did Cooper know about this?”

“He would have had to.” She puts her fork down and digs through her pockets. She throws the dog tags he’d been carrying around at you. You catch them, noticing the back of the chain looked oddly melted. “The bounty he brought me, it was one of our old trading partners. Occasionally, we do business with the Brotherhood. One of their squires, he took a liking to one of our girls. She was sickly, too sickly to bring any more children to term. The day she was meant to be harvested he took her and they ran.”

She sighed and shook her head, a dark expression coming over her face. “I don’t take kindly to thieves. I wanted the tags as proof of his death.”

You didn’t know who the Brotherhood was, but you figured it was just another cult you didn’t want to know about. You placed the tags back on the table and stared down at your plate. “Couldn’t they have just stolen the tags and lied?”

She laughed and shook her head. “When his knight branded him, there was an accident. You couldn’t get those tags without taking his head off first.”

“And the girl?”

She looked up at you, frowning, “What about her?”

“Is she dead?” You knew Cooper was a bad man, but the thought of him shooting some defenseless girl made you sick to your stomach. Who could blame her for wanting to get out of this place?

Sylvie shrugged, “I don’t know. I’m sure without her little savior she’ll die eventually. She wasn’t made for Wasteland life.” Sylvie wiped her mouth and stood up. She rounded the table, coming to stand behind you, her rough palm circled around your nape and you whimpered at the tight grip. “See, there are things a lot worse than death waiting for you out there, little lamb. So, I suggest you learn your place here and be grateful for the few good years you’ll have left.”

She releases you with a shove and your hand shoots out to brace yourself against the edge of the table. She stalks towards the door, “You’ll join Ben tomorrow night. You have one night to make your peace with your place here.” The door slams shut and you finally feel the tears come.

He hears the coughing before he sees the shack. The smell of a rotting corpse overwhelms him and he figures the girl never bothered to move the body. How she’s lasted this long with the smell and gasses, he has no idea. But she was sick to begin with, he’s sure she won’t be lasting much longer.

He throws the rickety wooden door open and steps over the bloated corpse of the squire he’d collected his bounty from. Sure enough, as he’d been expecting, the girl is curled up in the corner of the shed. She’s skin and bones at this point, her coughing causing her whole body to shake with painful tremors.

She peers out from between her arms and levels him with a glare. Her eyes are bloodshot, the whites of them now yellow. “You.”

He leans against the table in the middle of the room and nods, “Me.”

“What,” she coughs again and his face screws up at the blood that dribbles from her lips. “What do you want now? Here to finish the job?”

He shakes his head, pulling out a Stimpak and some ration bars. She eyes the supplies hungrily, a rabid desperation on her frail face. She reaches for them but he places them just out of her reach, a cruel look on his face. “Need some answers.”

“About what?”

“The place your little boyfriend stole you from. My friend’s there, I need to know why exactly you left.”

She laughs, the sound cruel and costing. She wipes more blood from her mouth, a vicious grin on her lips. “Sorry, but your friend is fucked.” She pauses and the shakes her head, “Or she’s getting fucked at least. Over. And over. And over again. They certainly don’t waste any time there.”

She reaches for a bar again but he glares and pulls them back. She sighs and slumps against the wall. “What,” he snaps, “are you talking about?”

“They harvest us. The chickens are treated better than we are. They used us to make their little soldiers, until we can’t push them out anymore. And then they harvest us for parts. My little brother was five when he was taken, he was sick like me. He just didn’t hide it as well. They make sure you’re useful to them, dead or alive.”

He doesn’t waste anymore time with her. He tosses the supplies at her and runs back out of the shed. Maybe, maybe, he’d had some suspicions about them being less than kind. But it was the Wastelands, no one here was truly good.

He never would have thought it was going to be this bad. He never would have left her there if he thought something like this would happen.

That’s what that woman had been talking about when she said compensation. He was fucking selling her, like a prize pig. He had wasted too much time traveling here for the confirmation. He should have just followed his gut instinct and gone back. But he was too fucking stubborn to let himself.

He didn’t want to think that he was panicking. He had at one point considered killing her himself. Hell, he’d shot the girl. Why would it bother him so much if someone else did it?

He’d lost too much. He wasn’t entirely sure he could lose her again.

Your palm is wrapped around the handle of the knife you’d taken when the door creaks open. You tense up but otherwise remain still. The sound of muddy boots squelches across the tiles. You stay hidden under the covers. The moonlight from the window is just bright enough to cast a shadow over whoever is sneaking into your room.

You smell him before you feel him. The smell of earth and vegetables suffocating you just as rough hands wrap around your arm. “Hey-”

You shoot up, uncurling like a viper and slamming your hand into his throat before he can even try to shout. Ben’s eyes flare wide, terror consuming them before you twist the knife and rip it out. Arterial blood sprays across your face and he slumps to the floor, limp.

You rush to close the door and turn back to him. He’s a big man, tall and buff with muscle, you strip off his work shirt and pants, figuring they’ll just have to work for now. You take his boots and stuff his socks into the tips so they’ll fit better. You grasp the pistol off his waist and tuck it into your belt.

You go through all the drawers and cabinets of the room. You take any supplies you can find and toss them in a pillow case before unlocking the door and slipping back into the hallway. You don’t hear the telltale sounds of guards patrolling and figure you should be able to slip out through the stairs.

You’re almost down the steps when you stop. Something in you won’t let you go any farther. Your mind jumps to Sylvie. How casually she’d discussed the slaughter of women over her lunch. How quick she was to turn you into cattle rather than view you as something human.

That familiar rage you used to feel builds up in you. Your entire adult life you’d fought to be viewed as a real person. As someone who deserved the same care and respect everyone else got. And she, a woman, was so quick to tear that away from you. To perpetuate further suffering as long as she got to profit off of it.

You back out of the stairwell and head down the hallway. You blindly walk the path you’d walked earlier to her quarters. You see that mother in your head, clutching her baby as she drew her last breath. And she’d known it was coming. Every girl here knew what was coming.

Little boys got to smile and laugh and play and the girls grew up knowing what their fate was going to be. And they were content with it.

Two guards are stationed outside of Sylvie’s door. You shoot them both. You know the sounds will alert others. You don’t have much time left. You burst through the door of her room. Her lamp is on and she’s already waiting for you. Her gun is on her lap, and she’s smiling at you as you walk in. “You can still turn around-”

“I know my place,” you interrupt and she frowns. “I’m not letting pricks like you, who think they get a gun and rule the world, make decisions for me anymore.” She reaches for the revolver on her lap but you’re pulling the trigger faster. The bullet tears through her throat and she lurches forward. Her hands claw desperately at her neck, blood pouring between her fingers.

You run forward, pulling the revolver from her lap and tuck it into the waistband of your pants. You make your way out the door and towards the stairs again. You can hear booted footsteps rushing towards you, nearly at the doorway just as you slam it closed.

You manage to fly down one flight of stairs before the door’s crashing open and slamming into the wall. Shouts echo through the stairwell. Orders to shoot you are issued but you’re barreling through the gate of the compound before they can grab you.

You look behind you, watching as all the guards search the grounds for you and you laugh. You nearly can’t believe it. That you made it out, that you finally stood up for yourself. For a moment in there you’d almost considered giving in and just letting it happen.

Living in the Wastelands was hard, giving in would be so easy. Letting someone just make the decisions for you would be easy. But the base instinct of survival is a tough opponent to beat. You couldn’t let yourself give up and give in to another person who thought humans were just another form of compensation.

You only have one last stop to make.

He’d had to camp for the night before he could make it back to the compound. He hadn’t wanted to stop but he figured they’d paid him so well that they weren’t planning on just getting rid of her the first night. He’d go by tomorrow and take her back. How well that went was up to them.

He stared into the fire and sighed. He felt like a fucking fool leaving her there. He should know better. But he’d been so desperate to just get rid of her it was easy to ignore all the signs telling him not to. He couldn’t handle her anymore. Couldn’t handle all the old emotions she drudged up around him.

He couldn’t be what she wanted, what she needed. Deep down, maybe, the old Cooper was still in there. But he wasn’t willing to bring him back. Not for her, not for anybody. That didn’t mean he was just going to let her die, though.

He was squatted by the dying fire, eating some jerky, when he heard someone approaching. He didn’t get a chance to turn around before a shot was going off and his hat was flying off his head. It lands in the sand behind him and he turns, almost surprised to find her.

She’s got a revolver in her hand, dried specks of blood on her cheeks. “You better pray you didn’t just put a hole in my hat, sweetheart.” She narrows her eyes at him and lowers the gun.

“You sold me.”

He stands up and raises his hands in a placating motion. She’s trigger happy, but he knows she isn’t gonna shoot him. If she was, she would have done it a long time ago. “In my defense, darling, I didn’t know they were a bunch of sickos.”

She scoffs, eyes wide with disbelief. “Really? So they didn’t pay you for me?”

He sucks on his teeth and frowns, “Well-”

“Just shut up!” She stares at him in astonishment, shaking her head and muttering something to herself. His eyes stay on the revolver in her hands as she waves it around wildly, trying to figure out the best way to get her to put it down.

“I was on my way back for you, darling.”

She whirls around, the gun up and pointing at him again. “Yeah, like I’ll believe anything you’ll say to me right now.” She backs away from him and her fists clench around something dangling from her left hand. He finally notices the tags she’s holding now. The same one’s he’d given Sylvie.

Just what the hell had she done to get out of there? He’s almost impressed by her sheer stubbornness to stay alive.

“The girl, the one who was with your bounty, what happened to her?”

He shook his head, “Nothing. I left her where she was.” Her thumbs pulls the hammer of the revolver back and he laughs. He can’t stop himself from antagonizing her, taking a sick sort of satisfaction from the fact that he could push her as much as he wanted and she still wouldn’t pull the trigger.

“She reminded me of you. Battered and bruised, used up and left behind. She couldn’t protect herself, couldn’t even drag her boyfriend’s corpse out of their little hut.”

Her eyes get glossy and he takes in the sight with a grin. She always had been pretty when she cried. “You are a bad person. And I knew that and still tried to find something good in you. But you are rotten to your core, there is nothing human left in you.”

His mouth settles into a firm line and he finds himself a little pissed off. “Now, darling-”

He doesn’t see it coming. Doesn’t even realize what’s happened until he’s flying back and hitting the ground. He doesn’t feel any pain, his adrenaline pumping so much all he can feel is the vibrations. The impact of the bullet carving it’s way through his chest as he lay there on the ground.

She walks over to him, eyes empty as she stands over him and watches the blood pool out. “We’re done, Cooper.”

She leaves him on the ground, not looking back as he presses his hand to his wound in shock. He didn’t think she had it in her.

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Pairing: Nude Model!Geto Suguru x Model!FAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,977

Warnings: Nudity, flirting, suggestiveness, fluffy goodness

A/N: This fluffy Friday idea had me giggling and kicking my legs. So intimate and sweet!! Nemsmkekdkdk!!

Nude life modeling.

It was easy, paid pretty well, and it helped you get money for essentials when your shitty part-time job didn't schedule you. All you were required to do was strip down to your birthday suit and pose for a bunch of art students to draw you. The sessions lasted between two to five hours, with breaks. Sitting around naked while posing was an easy way to make twenty dollars an hour.

After a rough week of hardly any tips at the coffee shop, you desperately needed to pick up a modeling gig for the weekend. You needed groceries, and you had been dying to buy the newest book of your favorite series that just came out. Luckily, an evening art class needed a female model. You jumped at the opportunity, not wanting to eat instant Ramen for the third time this week.

Trotting into the art studio, you found it empty, allowing you to change into a plain white robe before the students arrived. Just as you tied the sash around your waist, the door to the classroom opened. You turned around expecting to find the teacher, only to find the sexiest man you’ve ever seen in your life.

He had dark eyes and raven hair tied up into a bun. You could hear the music blaring through his headphones as he tossed his backpack onto the ground before pulling his shirt over his head. With a squeak, you covered your eyes as if you weren’t already in the nude yourself.

“E-excuse me!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, “Excuse me!! I-I’m in here!!” when you heard the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling, you grabbed a sketchbook off one of the desks, chucking it to the ground in front of his feet.

The man before you jolted, quickly pulling his headphones out. His dark eyes met you for the first time since he entered. “Oh shit!” He hid behind one of the canvases in the classroom. “Fuck! Sorry! Sorry!” You felt like your whole face was on fire.

“N-No, it’s okay! Maybe I have the wrong classroom!”

“Are you here to model for Yaga’s class?” the stranger asked tentatively.

“Uhm, yeah.”

“You're in the right place.”

Slowly blinking, you watched as the stranger peeked his head out from behind the canvas. “I am?” Your eyes wander toward the shirt and belt on the ground before him. “Then why are you—?”

The stranger stepped out in all his shirtless glory. Fuck he was hot, he had muscles for days. While you undressed the rest of him with your eyes, he stepped towards you. His fingers nervously played with his gauges as he stood in front of you, giving you a better view of his body. His muscles and the curves of his body would be perfect for any art student to sketch. If you were good with a pencil, you would have sketched a picture of him because it would be rude to pull your phone out and snap a photo of the insanely hot man in front of you.

“Yaga is going over body movement between two individuals. Like couples and stuff.” He gestured between the two of you. “That’s why I'm here. I guess Yaga failed to mention that in his ad today.” The strange brushed strands of his black hair out of his face. “The other model who was supposed to be doing this with me got food poisoning, so he was on a bit of a time crunch trying to find somebody to take her place.”

“Oh—” your fingers scratch your cheek, “right, okay, so I've always done solo work.”

The dark-haired man hummed in understanding. “Right, sorry he didn’t specify that in the ad. If you’re uncomfortable with it, I can let him know. If we have to cancel the class, that’s fine..” that was probably the best thing to do. But your stomach growled, hungry for something other than instant noodles.

“Ugh, no, it's fine, I’ll do it.” Why you agreed to do it was beyond you. Posing with a stranger, a hot one at that, was one of the craziest things you'd done. “Is it like back-to-back poses? Or are we talking cringe-worthy 90s family picture poses?”

The man before you chuckled as he shook his head, a dusty shade of rose spread over his cheeks. “That has to be one of the funniest things I've ever heard while modeling.” he glanced at the small wooden stage in the vented room. “It shouldn't be too crazy. Probably just us laying down or something.”

“Ah, very cool mystery man.”

“Oh right, sorry.” He held his hand out to you. “I’m Geto Suguru.”

“Well, it's nice to meet you.” You introduced yourself before leaving the room to allow him to change. “Just come get me when you’re done.”

Once standing in the hall, you run your finger through your hair, tugging it gently. How did your simple modeling evening turn into an evening of modeling with the super hot guy? The more important question was how you were going to get through this entire evening being next to said hot stranger in the nude?!

Keep it together. You got this! You told yourself and attempted to ease your nerves. The following 3 to 4 hours would fly by fast, and then you would never see each other again. If you were lying on the floor next to each other? Naked. It wasn’t a super big deal. Just you and a stranger lying on the ground!

Two hours into the session, you stared directly into Geto’s eyes. “Geto,” you spoke softly, attempting not to distract the students around you.

“What’s up? Do you need a break?”

“No, I was just going to say I wish we were doing a 90s family photo pose. You know those kinds where you would sit on a stool, and I would awkwardly place my hands on one of your shoulders while we stare off into the distance?” Geto’s shoulders shook as he tried to contain his laughter.

You had to make fun of a situation like this. Where you were naked, straddling the hips of a nude man you didn't know, only having a thin cloth separating you from each other. It wasn't as awkward as you thought it would be. Thanks to Geto; he made it extremely comfortable for you. Asking for your consent before touching you, he often checked in to see how you were feeling. He was the perfect gentleman.

Geto also happens to be just your type. He was handsome, sweet, and had a killer body; you felt drunk off of his smell and touch. But would it be wrong to ask him out after doing a job together? You wanted to keep things strictly professional. Your stomach, unfortunately, didn’t get the same memo.

It grumbled helplessly, begging you to feed it something with value instead of instant noodles, protein bars, or candy. God, it was so loud you prayed Geto didn't hear it, that he was too focused on posing to notice your stomach’s begging pleas. You thought you might have been in the clear until Geto gently squeezed your hips, drawing your eyes towards him.

“Hungry?” he asked with a slight smirk.

“N-No.”

“Huh, because it sounds to me like you are.” You shift slightly as if moving would cause your stomach to growl at a softer volume. “W-Wait don—nngh.” Something thick and hard pressed firmly against your ass, making you squeak.

Geto groans, his fingers digging deeper into your hips, stopping you from moving any further. All you can do is stare at him. His eyes remain shut tight. Was he hard? Was he, this god-built man, popping a boner with you on top?

“Geto.” You whisper, a smile tugging at your mouth.

“Please don’t.”

“Oh, so you can bring up my stomach growling, but I can’t bring up you hard co-“

Eyes snap open as he shushes you. “I’m sorry, I just think you’re cute and funny. I tried thinking about my grandma naked, but my brain would rather think of how good you feel in my lap.” He breathes out a minty sigh.

His candor had you blushing as you gripped his shoulder. You remain still like that until your stomach grows louder this time. Geto sputters out a laugh as you push yourself back an inch, rolling against his cock, causing a moan to break in through his laughter.

“Fuck, please stop doing that, or I’m gonna cum.”

“Already? Didn’t see you as a pre-mature ejaculator.”

“I’m not—-normally.”

“Says the guy who just said he was gonna cum.”

Geto cocks a pierced brow at you. “I’m like the energizer bunny; I can go all night.” The room feels hot, and it’s not from the lights on you, and it’s not from constricting clothing. The classroom is unbearably hot because of the building tension between you two.

“I doubt that.” You confess in a whisper, rolling your eyes. “How long do you last? Two minutes tops?”

He scoffed gently, kneading your hips. “Is that a challenge?” The urge to kiss and take him up on his challenge eats at you like acid. You inch closer, lips nearly touching, when someone clears their throat behind you.

The sound of them clearing their throat reminds you that you are not alone. The both of you are in the middle of a classroom modeling for a bunch of students. Students that can clearly see and possibly hear the conversation you two are having.

“Later.”

That single word puts a pin in your whole conversation. Geto’s erection goes down while your stomach continues to growl, winning the softest of chuckles from the man you're still straddling. Somehow, by the grace of the gods, you manage to make it through the entire class without your stomach eating itself or grinding down on Geto, much to your amazement.

With the class over, Geto lets you change in the main room while he uses the supply closet. You finish before him, grabbing your things, eyes darting towards the closet. How does one ask out a fellow nude model? Was it just the heat of the moment that had you hungry for his touch? Or was there something truly there between you?

The never-ending questions stopped as Geto stepped out, pushing his hair back, eyes scanning the room. The instant they find you, he’s crossing the floor faster, his backpack slung over his shoulder. There was something in his smile that made you weak in the knees.

“Do you like soba noodles?”

“Yeah, I do.” Your stomach growls in agreement.

A smile so smooth it gives the butter a run for its money graces Suguru’s face. “Let me take you out for dinner and a drink,” he starts heading for the door, “before that stomach gremlin decides to eat me instead of food.” Heart racing, you grab your things, joining his side, hands clasped behind your back.

“I hate to be the one to tell you this, Geto, but the chances of me eating you after dinner are high.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh yes, I'd say there is a ninety-five percent chance you’re on the menu for dessert if you want to come back to my apartment.”

“Funny, I was going to say there’s a ninety-eight percent chance I was going to eat you for dessert~”

Glancing up, you nearly stumble as Geto sticks his pierced tongue out. “Then maybe I’ll accept your challenge and prove I can last longer than two minutes.”

You smirk, licking your lips with a starved expression. “Show me what you got from the energizer bunny.”

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your soft whispers - yjw

○ pairing: bf!jungwon x gn!reader ○ genre: angst, fluff, comfort, established relationship ○ word count: 902 ○ warnings: breakdown, crying, pet names, affection, slightly suggestive?

silence

it was uncomfortable. all that could be heard was the sound of your clock ticking and the gentle breeze hitting against the window accompanied by your muffled sobs and sniffles.

this past hour you’ve been trying to calm yourself down before your boyfriend came home from practice but the more you tried, the more it got harder to. the constant thoughts keep swarming around in your head. there is no end to it.

these past days haven’t been the nicest to you. you feel like everything’s moving fast. too fast that it’s leaving you behind. everything and everyone seems to be progressing except for you and this bothers you. you feel as if you’re not doing enough and that you’re missing out on a lot. it’s too much.

to top it off, there’s no one you can go to talk to…except for jungwon, your boyfriend. however, even with him you decide to not confide in him because he already has a lot on his plate. being the leader of a group can take a lot out of you. you see how exhausted he is every time he comes home no matter how hard he tries to hide it from you. you don’t want to be putting more stress onto him. this results in you bottling everything up - which all eventually overflows.

after what felt like hours, you finally managed to slow down your breathing and got the tears to stop. you’re just exhausted. you lay in silence until you hear the front door open. jungwon’s home.

“baby?” jungwon called out. no response. he immediately felt like something was off. usually when he came home, you would come running from wherever you were in the house to greet him with a warm hug and kiss. tonight there was no sign of you. “y/n?” he made a beeline to your room.

opening the door, he was met with your back facing him. “are you awake?” no answer. he walked towards the bed, slowly getting in it. wrapping an arm around you, he nuzzled his face into your neck and softly kissed it, “hi, my love”

“hey” you tried to say but due to your previous breakdown, it caused your voice to sound hoarse.

immediately catching on, jungwon sat up and leaned over you to get a better look at your face, “hey, what’s wrong? why were you crying?” he turned you over to face him, his eyes filled with concern.

you stayed silent for a moment, thinking about whether or not you tell jungwon, “it’s okay won, i’m just a little tired” you tried offering him a smile but he immediately knew that it was fake.

“it’s not okay y/n, please talk to me. what happened?” he pleaded and for some reason, that set you off.

“i don’t know what’s wrong,” your voice trembled, “that’s the thing. i feel like i’m losing control of everything, i’m not happy with where i am right now, i feel like i’m not doing enough i-“ you couldn’t hold your tears back anymore.

jungwon’s heart broke at the sight of you breaking down. he’s never seen you in this state. he didn’t say anything except sitting you up and pulling you into his embrace. he ran his fingers through your hair, pressing kisses against it. he stayed quiet as he let you cry it all out. “you’re doing just fine y/n i promise. you’re doing all you can. it may not feel like it, but everything all comes together eventually. you’re doing amazing and i’m very proud of you,” he cups your face with both of his hands and leans in to nudge his nose against yours, “never for a second think that you’re not doing good because in my eyes you’re doing perfectly”

you looked into his eyes as he wiped away your tears, “i’m sorry won, i didn’t want you to worry…”

“is that why you didn’t tell me?” you nodded hesitantly, “love, you can tell me literally anything and i will never feel bothered. i want you to tell me everything whether that’d be what you did throughout the day or if you need me. at the end of the day, i want to be the first person you come to. i want to be there for you. i want to protect you”

“it’s just… i know how exhausted you are after a long day of work. i just don’t want to throw my problems onto your plate as well…”

“it doesn’t matter to me, y/n. give me all your burdens. i don’t want you to deal with it alone. we’re in a relationship for a reason. we’re in this together. you’re one of priorities and i chose to be with you for a reason.”

you pouted as you felt a new wave of tears coming in, “won-“

“you don’t have to say anything, my love. just let me hold you for a while.”

the two of you laid in a few hours. jungwon kissed your tears away and whispered sweet nothings into your ear. it was just you and him at that moment.

“hey wonnie?”

“hm?”

“you kinda stink” you giggled.

“well yeah, i just came back from practice and immediately went and comforted you,” he playfully shoved your shoulder, “if i’m so stinky… why don’t you come join me in the shower?” he asked, eyeing you.

“let’s go”

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married-to-google-translater · 18 hours

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I have a request for Yandere Vil if you have time! How long would it take Vil to discover that his blonde haired blue eyed female darling is actually a brown eyed burnett, and she was just wear a wig and colored contacts! The reason for this is because she feels her brown hair is ugly, and that blonde was better! How does Vil feel?

Yandere Vil Schoenheit

When Still loves he fell in love with you very much.

It feels like his love for you knows no bounds.

However, Vil notices how busy and tired you are.

He would like to help you become a better version of yourself.

Vil knows how to hide his yandere tendencies well.

He is a really good actor.

So at first you don't have any doubts.

Vil would be interested in your hair and skin care routines.

You mentioned in passing that you use hair dye.

But you didn't elaborate on that.

Vil didn't ask more because he sensed that you were uncomfortable.

And he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

But you can be sure that he will return to this topic later.

So time would pass.

Vil would find out about this at some point.

You couldn't stop it.

And it would break his heart to hear your explanation.

Vil would be interested where this idea came from…

If it was caused by another person they would have to suffer lol.

Vil would tell you that he always thinks you are beautiful.

However, he won't stop you if you want to continue this.

The most important thing is that you feel beautiful.

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wrathofrats · 3 days

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Day 16- first kiss- rulti

Thanks to @forlorn-crows for the prompts and @gothdaddyissues for the divider!

“Dew kisses like he’s trying to suck the air out of my mouth” rain laughed, “I give him points for passion, he’s definitely enthusiastic”

Rains feet are kicked over Swiss’s lap on the love seat. He leans against the armrest idly snacking on a cheap bag of chips while Swiss leans his opposite way against the other rest. They’re comfortable, a soft warmth while they sit with each other just for the sake of talking.

“Mountain looks like he would be better at it” Swiss commented as he tried to count the patterns in the worn fabric of the couch.

“Oh he’s much better, I love dew but I swear mountain could probably make me cum from his lips on mine alone”

Swiss visibly winces at the lewd description. He doesn’t mean to, doesn’t mean to stare at rains legs in his lap as if they’re the most interesting thing in the world. As if the worn sweatpants contained the secrets to his personal dilemma.

“You ok swissy?” Rain stopped, putting his snack on the side coffee table. He dusted off his pants before nudging the multi ghouls stomach with his knee.

“Yeah, completely. Why?”

“You just look uncomfortable, if that was too much I’ll tone it down”

Rain drags himself closer to Swiss, playfully attempting to cuddle into his side while Swiss tries not to look like he’s actually pouting.

“It’s not that, you’re fine”

“Well it’s obviously something, you can tell me anything”

Swiss nervously chewed on his lip, internally debating with him. It’s not like it should be embarrassing, he was new, as everyone else was. But a weird part of him burned with shame even in front of rain, who he knew he could trust.

“I’ve just .. never kissed anyone” Swiss mumbled, pushing rains legs off of him while rain moved sit up straighter.

Rain gave a small chuckle, looking at Swiss with confusion, “really? No one?” Rain asked, in borderline disbelief. It’s not like there was anything wrong with it, but with how confident Swiss acts and how he seems to flirt with anything that walks, rain was more than sure that Swiss had bedded at least half of the pack by now.

It was a bit cute that Swiss seemed so nervous. The usually ever bold ghoul reduced to nervous fidgeting just over rain talking about kissing dew and mountain.

“Yeah it’s stupid, I’m sorry-“

Swiss is quickly cut off by rain reaching up to plant a chaste kiss upon Swiss’ lips. It’s small, barely any movement besides the brush of skin on skin, but rain pulls back with a small wet smack while Swiss stares at him wide eyed.

“There! Now you’ve kissed someone” Swiss’ face quickly reddened while rain gives him a cocky grin at his flustered state. It’s not much, he shouldn’t be at a loss for words but rain tasted like salt and the lemonade that sat next to him and Swiss couldn’t help but feel intoxicated from the couple second interaction.

“I-“

“Yeah?”

“I- it wasn’t long enough I didn’t learn anything, you’ll have to do it again” Swiss squeaked

“You’re an idiot” rain laughed, pulling Swiss back down to kiss him until he’s dizzy.

#short and sweet #writing is hard did yall know that #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul

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ghoulfuckersincorporated · 10 hours

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something tells me our ghoulie would be fond of period sex (i’ll go to horny jail now)

Bloodletting

Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,839

Warnings: smut (18+), blood play, bloody cunnilingus/bloody kisses, period sex, masturbation (male), rough sex, creampie, biting.

Notes: Can't lie, this was my immediate thought watching him tear into that bloody chunk of meat for the first time. I usually try to include at least a little plot, but this is basically all porn. Very fun submission to write; thank you! Please save a good seat for me on the bench in horny jail, I'll be in promptly.

Fun fact: orgasms can help relieve period cramps for some people.

Today had been a poor choice of start point for this long walk.

Normally, trekking across the bombed out western seaboard was strenuous and uncomfortable enough, the deadly sun baking seemingly the entire planet to a crisp, the cloying dehydration, the constant danger that something or someone was around the corner, ready to eat you. It was a far cry from the safety and monotony of the vault you'd grown up in. Usually, you were able to find lots of beauty on the surface, plenty of things to appreciate. But right now everything was just awful and uncomfortable.

Menstruation was such a nightmare topside. The proper products were apparently incredibly difficult to find anymore, leaving you to make the best of things with old torn pieces of clothing and less-than-ideal medical supplies. But these things didn't provide the absorption you'd long been accustomed to, and you kept having accidents the last few days, the result of a heavier-than-average flow. Normally, these things wouldn't bother you, but it was insanely annoying to constantly feel as if you were bleeding through basically the only clothes you had, doubly so when there was no place to clean them or bathe yourself most of the time. Besides, these pants chaffed terribly when they were damp.

Months back, you'd made the choice to ditch the vault suit. It was surreal and sort of sad feeling, packing away what had truly been a symbol of your identity for so long. However, it attracted far too much attention and caused trouble when people assumed they could take advantage of you, so you'd opted to start dressing like a proper Wastelander, boiled leather armor and denim pants. Right now, however, you desperately wished you'd been wearing the suit. The absorbent liner would have saved you some of this embarrassment.

The old ghoul had been telling you some story or another as you mounted a steep hill, your mind tuning in and out in frustration. You were sweaty, cramping, bloated, and bleeding on yourself, and all you wanted was a chance to clean yourself up and sit down for a minute. Eventually, the two of you came across what looked to be the abandoned skeleton of an old repair garage, just barely maintaining its tall stance against the horizon. As the two of you began to pass it by, you paused.

"I need to stop for a bit." you said, frowning at him as he turned his gaze to the position of the sun in the sky and back to you, confusion plain on his face.

"Whassa' matter?" he asked, "You're not usually this pussy about the sun anymore. Been long enough."

He was right, you were usually able to soldier on better than this. Today wasn't one of those days, though.

"I need like ten minutes alone, okay?" you snapped, short of patience. "I just...need it."

Your companion held up his hands in a silent, play-offended gesture of surrender, stepping aside to let you walk into the ramshackle little garage.

"Ten minutes!" he called teasingly behind you, prompting you to roll your eyes despite him not being able to see it.

Dropping your bag against the wall, you quickly toed your boots off so you could shuck your pants to the ground, groaning quietly at the bloody mess between your thighs. Digging some dirty rags out of your bag, you checked the spare canteen you kept undrinkable water in. Almost empty. You wanted to cry.

You could always ask Coop for some of his, since he was prone to drinking from questionable sources. He might even give you some, close as you'd become lately, thanks to a night of whiskey and Jet by the fire that had led to other forms of entertainment.

But you'd rather not have to explain this to him. As you did your best to scrub away the rusty red covering your skin, you wondered if he even remembered that this was something that happened to women. You had no idea what you were going to do with your pants.

Apparently, time had slipped away from you, as he appeared suddenly in the doorway a moment or two later, already speaking to you like he'd been standing there the entire time.

"It's been fifteen minutes, girlie. I'll have you know--" came his halted snark, quickly cut off as the two of you made eye contact, as he took in your nakedness below the waist. You felt a creeping sense of panic, a desire to flee out the broken window to your side. Neither of you said a word, and after a moment, he stepped forward towards you, softly gripping your wrist in his hand and holding it up to examine it. His honeyed eyes flicked back and forth between the soiled rag in your bloodied hand and where you'd been attempting to clean yourself up, briefly moving over to where your pants lay crumpled up on the floor.

"I'm--" you began, wanting to explain that you were fine, but you were quickly and decisively cut off from speaking when he lifted your bloody fingers to his mouth, sucking them between his lips with an obscene sigh. Your jaw fell slack as you watched him lick them clean, feeling like you were having some sort of erotic fever dream you'd wake up from any moment. Your hormones must've been working in tandem with the sun to drive you crazy.

However, it only continued to escalate as he seized you by the wrist, dragging you a few feet forward towards the rickety, grimy couch that leaned against the back wall, shoving you just enough to make you sit right in the center, a stale plume of desert dust filling the air around you as he rucked your hips up against his chest, your calves hooking over his shoulders. One of your flailing, still-socked feet knocked his hat clear off his head, sending it tumbling down to the floor, but he didn't even seem to notice, too preoccupied with running his hands along your inner thighs, smearing through the patches of drying blood there with fascination.

Your whole face burned white-hot, but you continued to watch him closely as his hands converged at your mound, one thumb tracing lightly over your now-swollen slit, just barely grazing your bud and drawing a hiss from between your teeth. However, instead of touching you there again, as you'd hoped he would, both thumbs traced down the line of your labia, parting them softly and spreading you open for his hungry eyes to see.

This new kind of attention made you squirm a bit at its intensity, the movement making your abdominal muscles clench just right to draw a trickle of warmth from between your legs, your face reaching supernova in embarrassment, but before you could pull away, he dove forward, his mouth sealing itself over your cunt and lapping wildly. The feeling was electric and ticklish and sent you clamoring to grab onto anything for leverage, letting out a screech that was half giggle and half moan.

He had done this before, gone down between your legs and licked and tasted and teased you until you couldn't handle it anymore, and always with great enthusiasm (and more than a little smugness, frankly), but never with a hunger like this. His thick tongue traced back and forth along your folds, seeking out every sanguine drop before dipping back down to your entrance, the wriggling muscle slipping inside with ease, drawing out another cry from you.

You were on fire, being teased more than you could handle; his tongue felt amazing, but largely avoided where you really wanted it to be, leaving you pushing and grinding your hips against his face as best as you could in your strange, folded over position. With one proper swivel, you managed to brush your clit against the bony ridge that sat at the top of where his nose would have been, scraping just right and sending you bucking right back at the same angle. The rough way you pushed against him was met by his hands curling under your ass, attempting to yank you even closer to his face as you felt that knot in your gut begin to tighten.

"Oh god, Coop, I'm gonna cum." you gasped, nails digging into his scalp as your thighs pulsed around his head. The older man, typically quite silent for most of the performance, let out a rather loud groan at that, and the sound was enough to push you right into a tense, crying orgasm, your little mewls ringing off the ancient concrete walls. If he were any other man, you'd worry about smothering him between your damp thighs, your scrambling hands pressing into the back of his head.

Fortunately, Cooper Howard wasn't just any man.

He continued to fuck you with his tongue through your climax, dragging it out for what felt like minutes. However, once you finally came down from that euphoric peak, he didn't stop, his tongue continuing to slather across you in full, wide strokes, his fingers moving up to tease at your oversensitive clit.

This, too, he had done before, this beautiful torture of keeping you constantly on the verge of a new orgasm despite still riding the wave of your current one. You both loved and hated it, feeling like every nerve in your body was alive with electricity, but simultaneously on the verge of pain from all the sensation. Presently, you loved it a lot more than you hated it, feeling the tight, cramping muscles in your belly relax just a little with your release. Glimpsing down at him once more, you could see that he'd tugged his hard cock free from its confines, jerking himself enthusiastically.

The ghoul's lips wrapped back around your clit, long, nimble fingers probing your saliva-slicked entrance. Two of them slid inside to the hilt before you even really registered their presence, causing you to hiss at the slight burn of the rad-rough flesh against your sensitive insides. The suction on your bud soothed the burn, allowing you to relax, and soon a third was added alongside the first two, quickly pushing you into another sudden and intense climax, washing over you like a tidal wave as he stretched you. When he eventually pulled his hand away, it was half-covered in red.

You were still trembling hard as he quickly worked his way back down your thighs, swiping up anything he may have missed. The sensation of his tongue running along your plush flesh made you giggle, earnest and breathless, but the sound was immediately cut off with a whine when he suddenly turned and viciously sunk his teeth into the meat of your inner thigh, not hard enough to break the skin, but damn near.

This, he had never done before.

Of course, you knew the man was intimately familiar with sinking his teeth into human flesh, but feeling them against you didn't frighten you as you expected it might, the sensation exhilarating and primal. The searing, pinching pain made you squeal, and one of his ungloved hands jammed up against your lips to silence you, filling your nose with the smell of iron and gunpowder. Come the morning, you'd be sporting a gnarly bruise there. The knowledge sent another hot tremble down your spine.

Unlatching his jaw from your leg, he pulled himself up to his full kneeling height, right even with you, a wild look in his eyes you weren't sure you'd seen before. So often he had the brim of his hat to obscure them, but now they stared, wide and glassy, into your own.

His fingers fisted into the already wild hair at the back of your head, pulling your forward into a passionate, metallic-tasting kiss. You could feel the way your face attempted to stick to his where he'd smeared your blood around your mouth with his hand. Quickly, he began to lean forward over you, pressing you into the mildew covered cushions as he pulled himself on top of you. The dry-rotted frame of the couch groaned loudly in protest at the additional weight, squeaking and sighing out curses as he repositioned your legs along his hips, falling right into place to rub his throbbing prick against you. Another throaty noise left you, strangled and awkward, but you were past being able to be embarrassed right now.

It distracted you just enough when the old cowboy dropped his head into the crook of your neck, his lips dancing along your pulse point, that you didn't tense when he pushed his way inside you, burying himself nearly to the hilt in one push. Both of you let out soft, satisfied groans as you stretched taut around him, clenching hotly already after all the attention he'd given you, his heavy breathing in your ear making every hair on your body stand on end.

For a short moment, he allowed you to adjust to his girth, warm hands pushing your shirt up to expose your breasts to him. His bare hands felt like they were everywhere, swiping affectionately against your face, tugging and pinching at your nipples, eventually settling into your hair, holding your head steady and forcing you to look at him as he began to fuck you. It didn't take long before he had you built right back up, the rub of his pelvic bone against you too good.

"Go on, gimme one more, baby. I know you can." he huffed, his warm breath tickling you just right. His thumb was suddenly strumming against your puffy, sore clit again, and tears brimmed in your eyes as your muscles seized once again, whimpering almost pitifully as you gave him what he wanted.

"Attagirl." he praised, running the blunted edge of his teeth along your throat as your body tugged at him. Your breathing was hard to control, making you see spots as he shifted your calves back over his shoulders, basically folding you in half once more as he pulled himself up higher and began to rut into you in earnest. The blunt head of his cock slammed into your tender cervix like this, making you jump and whine, but your legs only tightened around his shoulders, pulling him closer as he used your body to get himself off.

Suddenly, there was a loud crack, and the entire couch frame collapsed into a plume of dust, even worse than before, making you screech in shock. Cooper, however, seemed to barely notice, his pace not even slowing as he shifted you a few inches away from a busted 2x4 sticking out in your direction, pressing you harder into the cushions that were now trapped beneath you. Nevertheless, he did seem to be making sure you were okay in his own way, his wild eyes and insistent hands checking over every visible inch as he continued to pump between your thighs. When he dropped his mouth to your breasts, you throbbed around him, cooing as he sucked and nipped at your breasts.

"Fuck." he growled at the sensation, his hips slapping against you even harder, but in less coordinated strokes, his head heavily dropping back into the crook of your neck again, his entire weight resting on you now.

As you felt him begin to throb inside you, signaling his own release, you also felt those strong teeth latch onto the sensitive skin where your neck met your shoulder, digging deep into the smooth muscle as you screamed. You could hear your lover groaning loudly as he gave you a few more rough strokes, his teeth keeping firm at your neck as he pulsed every last drop of himself inside you. Beyond the pinching pain repeating itself, you could feel the burn of him sucking hard on the flesh between his teeth, trying to mark you up as visibly as possible. Remarkably, this was enough to push your oversensitive body into one last muted orgasm, leaving you shuddering against his chest.

Once his teeth released you, his strong arms wrapped around your body, carefully flipping you so that you laid across his chest, the leather of his clothing sticking eagerly to your sweaty skin. No one said anything for a few minutes, his fingers dancing along your spine, tracing the outline of the bite on your shoulder and earning a small whimper, which he chuckled at. Things were strangely blissful.

"Yeah, I think I'm gonna need another fifteen minutes, boss." you sighed eventually, snuggling your face against the smooth leather of his vest and breathing in the smell of violence and sex.

"You can have ten." he responded, drawing a look from you until the hand that had been kneading away at your ass cheek slipped down further, rough fingers teasing at your abused entrance once more, pushing what was leaking out of you back inside.

"Oh? And what happens then?" you asked, trying hard to keep your hips still against his sinful hand and failing.

"Then we're going again."

#men who jerk off when they eat pussy go to heaven #cooper howard #the ghoul #cooper howard smut #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #fallout tv show #fallout prime #submission

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wndrhyuka · 11 hours

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after the exam.

the first part. sfw suggestive. prof!mingyu. not proofread. wc 2.7k

good evening, y/n,

midterm grades were just posted, which i hope you've had the chance to look at. much to my surprise, it did not go well. the class average was just that. average. but your score in particular was lower than i had expected.

as you know, my office hours run from 3-4pm on MWF. we can review any material that might’ve challenged you. i’ll have a copy of the exam on hand if and when you come by.

i’d like to see you succeed in this course before the semester ends, and to better prepare you for any courses to follow this one.

best,

kim mingyu.

"fuck." you sighed aloud to yourself. checking your emails before going to sleep was now a decision you had come to regret.

you sat on your uncomfortable bed in your dorm, legs crossed with your laptop on your thighs. blindingly bright screen displaying text that twisted your stomach. you supposed you deserved this.

before the exam, you promised your professor that you'd "definitely" see him in his office. you mostly said so because you felt confronted, but looking back, you weren't sure why you did that.

no one's office hours worked your your schedule. your mornings throughout the week were filled with back to back lectures and the second you were done with class, you were on the bus to your part-time job at a coffee shop near your university.

you remember chan offering to study with you when you gave him your number, but you figured he also had other exams to cram for and you didn't want to get in the way.

so you studied on your own. youtube videos, practice tests, worksheets, the textbook, your notes, and your returned homework. every single symbol and number seemed to mush together on your paper.

you had seen your score when it was posted, and with all that effort, you earned yourself a 48/100. that score might've made sense if you said fuck it and chose not to try on the exam, but that wasn't what you were trying for at all, and this email in your lap told you that your professor caught onto that too.

you didn't have the guts to respond to him. it reeked of disappointment and you couldn't bear to acknowledge that. you shut your laptop and put it on your desk before going to bed.

the next morning you stood outside your calc lecture, waiting for the students inside to finish up.

"hey," you hear someone approach you. it was chan. he stands beside you against the wall of the corridor.

"hey." you can't help the smile that grows on your lips.

"so... did you check your score for the midterm?"

your shoulders drop and you roll your eyes, "wish i didn't."

"i probably got a lower score than you." he replies.

"what'd you get?" your voice reeked of doubt.

"64."

you scoff and turn away from him, arms crossed against your chest, "you're such an ass."

"what?!" he laughs, leaning closer to you when you move away, "there's no way you got less than me. i couldn't answer half of those questions."

"keep rubbing it in, chan. it feels great," you can't help but laugh at your failure, though laughing about it did cheer you up, especially with chan.

"you gonna tell me your score?" chan continues to tease you as students flood the hallways, leaving their lectures.

"never." you wince and hide your face in your hands.

"oh, come onnn. i wanna know." he nudges your shoulder with his.

you shake your head behind your hands, hiding your giddy smile and feeling the heat emitting from your cheeks on your palms. probably from the embarrassment, or maybe because you liked chan.

"class is starting, you two." you hear a stern voice ahead of you.

dropping your hands, you lift your head to see who it was.

your professor. he eyes you both through his glasses, holding his bag in hand before entering the classroom and letting the door close behind him.

when the door shuts, you're left in the silence of the now empty hallway rendered speechless as you and chan turned to each other, sharing confused expressions.

looking back through the slim window of the door, you could see your professor setting his bag down on the desk in the corner, pulling out a stack of papers.

you sigh, somehow feeling defeated. "did we do something wrong?" you whisper to chan. the first time you'd been scolded was understandable, but you weren't sure you deserved his abruptness this time.

chan looks at his phone and checks the time. "we still have 5 minutes 'til he's supposed to start class." he scoffs as puts his phone back in his pocket, "c'mon."

he walks forward and opens the door to the class. you head inside, walking between the rows of students to find your usual seat. chan takes a seat next to you while you unpack.

"morning, everyone." mingyu speaks at the front of the class, “i posted the grades to your midterm yesterday afternoon. if you haven't seen them yet, you can look in your online gradebook." moody groans and whispers cast a blanket over the students as he makes his way toward his desk, picking up a large stack of papers.

"i'll pass them back now." he begins walking around the class, calling out names, finding the student, then returning their test. “i made some notes on your work. please read them. it might help you understand any mistakes you made.”

"chan." he calls. chan raises his hand.

when he places the exam on chan's desk, you peek over at it. as expected, "64/100" was written largely in red pen on the first page. chan scooted it over to you, allowing you to look at it.

your lips straightened into a line as you picked it up, already feeling dissatisfied with yourself. you flipped through the pages to find the questions you knew you got wrong. when you analyzed his work, it all made sense. he made it seem so much simpler than you thought it was.

"y/n." you hear you professor call from behind you. turning around in your chair, you raise your hand and see him make his way over.

as he drew nearer, you felt your heart beating faster in your chest. maybe you were anxious because you stood him up last week. or maybe it was because he had been curt with you and chan. even if neither were the case, there was still one fundamental cause for your unease. you found him incredibly attractive.

he looms over your left shoulder and sets your exam down, large build positioned behind you so closely that you felt the heat of his body on your back. the warm and woodsy scent of him filling your nose and threatening an upward curl at the corner of your lips. you bite down on them and attempt to shake your head out of the gutter while focusing on your breathing.

after handing back your exam, he bends down from his upright stance, "see me after class, please."

your breathing comes to an abrupt stop as the pressure of your teeth in your bottom lip increases tenfold. his voice was smooth as velvet. speaking just above a whisper, you felt chills run down your spine as his words reached your ears. the aroma falling from him wouldn’t help either. his cologne was intoxicating at this proximity. it made you dizzy, and you felt your eyelids become heavy for a moment.

before you can even exhale to respond, he walks away and returns to the front of the class. you turn toward chan to see if he caught that, but he was sitting with eyes glued to his phone in his lap. you thought about telling him what happened until you were interrupted.

"alright. let's get started." his voice commands the attention of the room. chan puts his phone away.

you look toward your professor who begins writing on the board. everyone around you picks up their pencils and begins taking note of his work, but you were frozen.

your mind was occupied. you were looking at the board but nothing was registering. focusing on the lesson seemed impossible after hearing his voice in your ear like that. you felt terrified, flustered, and some third emotion that you couldn't quite name, though it seemed to be the strongest.

the hour long lecture carries out, and you couldn't concentrate for one second. chan noticed your pencil clutched in your hand, but the page of your notebook empty.

"y/n," he whispers.

you jolt, waking from your trance, and face him.

"are you okay?" he quietly asks.

you smile and nod, chuckling awkwardly before slowly turning your head down towards your notebook. you rest the tip of your pencil against your notebook, but write nothing as your subconscious resumed its hold on you.

you sat there for the remainder of the period with your back straight, but your eyes slightly downward towards your notebook, more than distracted with several thoughts running through your head.

what would he say? would he shame your score? would he confront you about standing him up? did he ask anyone else to stay back? would he be passive aggressive like he had been with you and chan? the questions clouded every corner of your brain.

you were awoken again by the sudden rustling of papers and backpacks zipping around you, including chan's.

"y/n, are you sure you're okay?" he asks again, "you didn't write anything down."

"oh, yeah. i just..." you stare blankly at him. he stares back with concern in his brow. "i didn't feel like it today, i guess." you blurt.

"alright," he stands and swings his bag around his shoulder, "i have to head to my next class, but i'll see you here monday?"

"yeah!" you beam, trying not to cause worry.

"later," he smiles. adjusting his bag, he then makes his way to the door.

"wait, chan!" you exclaim.

he stops and turns around quickly with a quirked brow.

"could you, um, send me a picture of your notes, please?" you ask sheepishly.

he giggles, "sure thing. i'll text you tonight." he says with a cheeky smile before leaving.

after he's gone, you sigh deeply. looking around, you notice everyone had left the class. your professor remained at the board, erasing the board clean.

you put your things away and pick up your bag, cautiously walking up to him.

as you moved closer, you could spot what your eyes always used to fall on. his body. the muscles that never failed to peek through the cotton button ups he wore. biceps flexed while he swiped the eraser across the board. back muscles engaged as the words on the board disappeared.

"y/n." he utters, still facing the board.

your eyes widen, realizing you'd been standing behind him silently for a bit. he puts the eraser down, board now clear.

"thanks for seeing me." he looks downward to meet your gaze. "i just have a few things to ask you." he walks over to his desk to lean against it, looking all too familiar to the last time you were stuck with him after lecture.

you don't move in closer, only turning on your heels to face him. "yes?" your voice emits a much higher pitched reply than you wanted.

"did you get my email last night?" he asks, folding his arms against his chest.

"i did, yes."

"and you didn't reply?" he asks soberly.

shit.

"oh. well, i m-meant to. i should've. it was just... it was really late and-"

he chuckles outwardly at you, halting your nervous blabbering before it inevitably got worse. you turn your chin away from him, confused at his behavior.

"i'm just teasing you," he huffs after his laugh, "that's actually why i wanted to see you today."

you resist rolling your eyes and instead wear a smile. "i'm sorry, professor. i did intend to reply."

"don't worry about it. although, you might be worried about other things." he looks down and raises the knuckle of his finger up to his glasses and straightens them on to sit higher on his nose bridge, "your exam." you wanted to scream when he said the words. "was that the score you wanted?"

you chuckled so you wouldn't cry, "no, sir, not at all. i-i'm not sure what happened with me." you avoid his eyes.

"an issue with you?" he tilts his head slightly. "what makes you say that?"

"i don't know," you sigh, "i guess i was just extremely unprepared for this test."

"mm," he hums. "is that the score you think you deserved?"

you furrow your brows at that. "since when are exams graded on what the student deserves?" you scoff, "i don't think that really matters..."

"i do." he quickly comments. it almost sounded like he was challenging your sentiment, but you had nothing to say in return.

"let me ask you this, y/n. did you ever plan on coming to my office hours the week before the exam? you did ask me when they were."

there it was.

it felt like he had you in the jaws of a trap. though, you expected him to mention this at some point.

"i did want to see you, professor, but your hours didn't work with my schedule." you explained rather urgently.

his eyes dart down for a moment to think, "what about the TA's?"

"his don't work for me either." you answered, nervously chewing on the inside of your cheek watching his face react to your excuses.

he sat there silently for a moment, rubbing his bottom lip with his thumb, appearing in deep thought. you didn't know what to do with yourself.

"the learning assistants for calc have limited hours too. i have back to back classes in the morning and i have work in the afternoons." you offer more excuses to fill the uneasy silence.

he meets your eyes again. "when do you get off?"

"sorry?"

"of work. when do you leave work?" he doubles down on his question.

"it depends?" you reply hesitantly. "if i'm lucky, i'll be done around 5pm. but i don't usually have much luck."

"i see," he murmurs as he looks into your eyes for a moment. "one more question for you."

you perk up to make yourself open to his question.

he straightens his posture against his desk and uncrosses his arms. "if you were presented with an opportunity to get the exam score you deserve, would you take it?"

your head tilts back slightly. "o-of course," you respond. you understood what he was saying but you couldn't help the confusion his statement brought. "i just wouldn't be sure why i deserved to be offered that opportunity, i guess." you chuckle.

"so that's a yes?" he presses.

"...yes." you pause. his ambiguity made you nervous to agree.

he got off his desk and was now standing in front of you. your eyes followed his as they rose far above your line of sight. "i know you're a smart girl, y/n. you just can't access the help you need. so i'd like to offer my help."

"that's very kind of you, professor, but i can't make it to your office hours or-"

"i want to reschedule them to a time that'll work for you." he cuts you off.

your words were caught in your throat again.

"you said you get off at 5?" he continues.

"i..." his assuredness threw you off. "it depends, sir." you spoke slowly. you wanted to answer him properly but you were too confounded with his overly polite suggestion. "sometimes i leave around 7, but i have no control over when my shift ends." just thinking about it all while he was so close to you made you stressed.

"if you were able to communicate with me exactly when your shift ends, i'd be happy to work around your availability to help you with this class."

"what do you... mean?" with mingyu looming over you, it was difficult to process what he was saying. even more so because his cologne was engulfing you in its cloud yet again.

"tell me when you're done with work and i can arrange to meet with you. does that sound good?"

"y-yes, but... how will i tell you?" you mumble, eyes blinking heavier than before.

"you're no good at responding to emails, are you?" he smiles playfully, "how about i give you my number instead."

#seventeen #svt suggestive #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #svt smut #seventeen professor #seventeen fics #seventeen mingyu #kim mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu hard thoughts #mingyu hard hours #svt hard hours #professor mingyu #mingyu smut #mingyu scenarios #mingyu imagines

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pomegranate · 2 days

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I rewatched “Hanky Panky”, an episode I don’t revisit very often - in my opinion, it’s not a very good exploration of BJ and his faithfulness, and the concept kind of falls flat for me. The lovely @captainhunnicutt explains it perfectly in this post.

What it does do, however, is provide a fascinating depiction of Hawkeye reacting to his best friend being unfaithful. This turned out way longer than I wanted it to, so:

We see Hawkeye go through several phases, re: BJ and cheating. First, he teases him about it and the viewer is reminded (clumsily, see Shan’s post) that BJ is the ultimate family man - directly contrasting the charmingly lecherous Hawkeye.

Then we see the scene in the mess tent where they all get mail (BJ gets three letters! what a family man). BJ notices Carrie getting upset and leaving the tent, and he follows her, while Hawkeye silently observes BJ getting up from the table and leaving.

We don’t see Hawkeye again until the mess tent the next morning, where BJ shows up and Hawkeye plays up the worried parent angle before saying this. Note his posture during this scene; he crosses his arms when BJ shows up and when he says the line below, he shifts ever so slightly closer to BJ.

When BJ says he was sitting up with a sick friend, Hawkeye gleefully says “tell me all about it”, still enjoying getting a rise out of BJ. And then Carrie shows up and it’s obvious to everyone that something happened between her and BJ.

I know other people have talked about this scene so I’ll try to be brief, but Hawkeye is suddenly more awkward than we normally see him.

Hawkeye: “Donovan, you look like a new woman! Not that there was anythingwrong with the old one.” Carrie: “Thanks, I feel better.” Hawkeye: “Well, why shouldn’t we all feel good? Our work is so rewarding. Always lending a helping hand. Doing unto others.” BJ: “Hawk, your mouth runneth over.” Hawkeye: “I'm just teasing. I mean, do I know what I'm saying? Whatever it is, I don't mean it. Should I go?” BJ: “Just stop talking.” Hawkeye: “I will as soon as I get my foot out of my mouth. I think I'll put it someplace else. Ah, I'm being paged at the pool! Well, you two carry on. [laughs nervously] Strike that. This is me leaving. Here I go. Bye. So long.”

Hawkeye flees the mess tent and we don’t see him again until the Swamp, where BJ is writing a letter to Peg about what happened. He shows up and makes himself a martini before sitting down to be the comforting friend that BJ needs him to be.

(btw: in trying to goad BJ into opening up, Hawkeye says, “Pour your heart out. I'm a doctor, I can fix it.” Which is a line that makes me go nuts but anyway.)

So BJ opens up to Hawkeye and vents about how he doesn’t want to be unfaithful to Peg! He loves his family and is lucky to have what he has! Hawkeye is, of course, soft and sympathetic.

He realizes BJ was busy when he came in and asks him about it, and is immediately outraged when BJ explains that he’s confessing to Peg.

Hawkeye then makes BJ take a vow: “I promise to be a good and faithful husband, to write nice, cheerful letters home, to think of Peg often, and to keep my fat hands off Nurse Donovan.”

and then makes a vow of his own: “I, Hawkeye Pierce, vow that some day, I will take a vow just like his.”

Then we come to another awkward Hawkeye moment, where he finishes making his little vow and throws on a scarf, saying he’s “a little late for a very important date”.

Idk but Hawkeye didn’t seem like he had any plans when he entered earlier, and I know the obvious Doylist answer is “well they didn’t really think this scene through and we are simply meant to assume Hawkeye is going on a date”. But to me, it comes across as though he’s once again uncomfortable about the whole situation and has to flee BJ’s presence again.

It’s interesting to see how Hawkeye was very much having fun teasing BJ with the theoretical idea of him being unfaithful at first, but when he realizes that it’s actually happened - that BJ is not infallible and can & will have sex outside of his marriage if he lets himself - Hawkeye becomes incredibly nervous.

To go full Beejhawk in my interpretation of this episode, it feels like Hawkeye has been harmlessly flirting with BJ and enjoying having an unattainable crush on his best friend, knowing nothing could ever happen. And when he realizes that BJ can be pushed to be unfaithful, it rattles him. He has BJ make that vow and then vows to make his own version of the vow BJ made (not even touching that) and that’s that. What's the point of this post? I don't know tbh but I had to dump these thoughts somewhere and I've already done enough shouting at my pals on Discord. TL;DR: Hanky Panky is a weak episode in terms of exploring BJ's brush with infidelity but it's so interesting to look at with Beejhawk goggles on.

#beejhawk #mash #m*a*s*h #hunnihawk #mashposting #hanky panky #typed a lot of this while walking + on the bus + missed my bus stop & had to walk more. so sorry if it's not as clear as it could be

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wings-of-ink · 3 days

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Wanna eat your work that's how deliciously you write!!

Recently I saw super sad ask about MC breaking up with RO (gently). If you haven't done this before, could you give us ROs reaction?

BUT THERE'S A TWIST!

In the end ROs also find out that MC done this on purpose to keep ROs out of something dangerous. MC still loves them ofc but they hurt them to protect them,,,,, kinda poetic

So glad you find it tasty, Anon! I will continue to cook this stuff up and feed you even more (but you're gonna have to have a few veggies before dessert).

That is a super sad ask! But I like the twist. As the MC has some difficult things ahead, something like this may come up in the routes, but it's too far out for me to see quite yet. And it may just be MC sneaking off to "handle" something (that they really shouldn't be doing alone).

Oswin:

He can't swallow for fear of choking and goes silent.

MC watches Oswin carefully, noticing that he's started to subtly shake.

"So…that's just it." His voice is breaking.

MC nods, trying their best to keep a straight face.

"You…you put up with me for all this time, I tell you everything, all…all that I've…" Oswin's voice cracks and tears start to roll down his eyes.

There's a ringing in their ears, MC can't stand this, but it's for the best. The world is better with Oswin in it, they have to do this to keep him safe.

"I can't…I can't bear this. It will kill me, MC…we planned a life together. I don't want to be apart." Oswin lands on MC's shoulder, releasing a painful sob.

MC feels their very soul begin to burn. They don't want this either, but it's the best way. They keep telling themselves that. It's for the best.

Zahn:

Zahn takes the news with a cruel amount of stoicism. MC expected some sort of resistance, maybe even tears or a plea. Were they hoping for that even?

MC waits for a response for a while, but Zahn gives nothing away before simply turning around and leaving. MC stands in shock for several minutes before they snap from their daze and go out to find them.

They find Zahn sitting by the brook, watching the water churn by, still quiet and still.

MC sits next to them. "Zahn you need to say something…please."

"Why should I?" Their voice is straining but harsh.

"You let me say my part…it's only fair."

Zahn nods, and then chuckles, but the sound is cruel. "You just threw me away like everyone else did. So, no, I don't know what to say."

Duri:

"You forget how easily I can read you." Duri smirks, folding their arms and leaning against the wall.

MC stares at them. They knew it would be a challenge. Lying to a demigod is stupid at best - then again, so is romancing one. "My choice is still firm."

Duri shakes their head. "It's the choice that is the lie, MC."

"It's still mine to make."

They nod. "That's true."

MC expects more argument on the subject, spotting a peculiar shine to Duri's doleful eyes that's rare to see.

"I guess I will just have to convince you to pick me again then. I did it once before…somehow. Even if you don't want to love me now…you can still love me later."

MC's resolve nearly cracks, but they try to give nothing away.

A familiar smile splays on Duri's lips, but it lacks the mirth they usually have. "Besides, I have to find what you're hiding, and you know how good I am at that."

Rune:

"No," Rune says.

MC shifts uncomfortably. It has to be now. They have to say goodbye now before it's too late. Losing themselves is one thing, but they can't lose Rune. "What do you mean no? It's the way it is, the way I want it."

Rune's eyes roll, the purple orbs practically glowing. "You're hiding something."

"I am not. I just…we are from very different worlds, this isn't the time - I can't…"

"You can't what?" They fold their arms and stare into MC.

"Be with you like this."

They begin to pace. "Did you learn how to lie from Oswin? Don't feed me lines like that when your voice holds no conviction. Make no mistake, Northbreaker, I know that I am no one's first choice in a lover."

MC barely stifles a rebuttal.

"No one puts up with my shit unless their feelings are genuine, MC. What hurts me the most is not your failure to convince me that you'd rather us go our separate ways - it's that you apparently do not trust me enough to help you shoulder your burdens."

The quiver of their lower lip betrays MC's feelings.

???:

"Would you like to try that again with a straight face?" He smiles. That stupid smug smile that you hate to love. It doesn't reach his eyes and it's the most condescending look he has in his arsenal.

"We can't do this anymore. I was infatuated, it's not-"

"Real?" he finishes. "Not real love?"

"Yes."

He tuts. "No, no, my dear. See, I opened all I am to you - that is a door you cannot close easily. Don't mistake the phrasing as a threat - if you truly wish to part from me, then do so. But, don't lie to yourself or to me."

"I'm not-"

"You are spectacularly bad at it." He affirms, his voice hard. "You knew you would not be able to, but you still tried."

MC stands there feeling like a scolded child. He always flips everything on its head.

He sighs. "I am sorry. I am hurt. I know you are hiding something, but I do not wish to imagine my world without you. Please, just let me help."

There you are Anon! May the angst nourish your wicked and lovely soul. ^_^

#tw heavy topics #tw heartbreak #tw breakup #god cursed if #asks #twine if #if wip #twine wip #gc ro reactions #MC can't get away with shit with these people lol

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stxrslut · 20 hours

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I’ve been thinking about this nonstop since it was first ever mentioned so… here’s a blurb 😚 @shellxrls for u.

cw : puke, polyamory?, cult (😭), mean john b >.<

“you’re doing so good sweetie, takin’ it so well.” she cradles the back of your head as you take the toy in your mouth. you’re moving and working like they’d all taught you, you think that you’re ready for the big ceremony tonight.

you’d only been chosen to fuck john b a couple of times, being inexperienced, you had swiftly been made aware that you don’t have enough skill in the areas you need to please him.

it was upsetting to hear, to be sent out of the room because john b didn’t feel you were going to be enough for him. you’d cried for hours after it.

the girls had taken sympathy, coddling you and kissing you. it soon became apparent that the only thing that would make you feel better though, was learning how to be good for john b. so they had all swiftly agreed to teach you.

flash forward to today. today is the day that you’re going to go to john b, and you’re going to please him. you’re sure of it. the agreement is that you’ll suck him off, something a little less challenging then fully having sex with him.

“I’m nervous.” you confess, turning to look at the girl at your side “what if I’m bad like last time?” she looks at you sympathetically, “oh baby, you’re not going to be bad.” she coos. one of the others speaks too, “you’ve got practise now, you just gotta do as we taught you and you’ll be completely fine in there.”

you whimper, looking up at john b. he’s just as big as you remember, and he seems bigger from this angle. when you’re kneeled between his legs, face level with his cock, it’s almost daunting.

there’s a girl either side of you, one has a hand rested on the small of your back, and the other is rubbing your bare pussy to give you some relief.

john b’s hand is on the back of your head before you can even register it, pushing you down to start taking him in your mouth.

even just is tip is enough to have you struggling to take him, your tongue already being pressed down uncomfortably. you don’t let it stop you though, you move your head just like you’d learned.

he’s big, bigger than the dildo you’d been practicing on. you’re struggling to take him. you haven’t even taken half of him by the time you’re gagging.

one of the other girls brings up a hand to help you, jerking his cock from the point where you can’t take it. she leans over to whisper in your ear, “you’re doing really well sweetheart.”

you don’t feel like it, you feel like you’re being a disappointment, yet again. you don’t want to be a disappointment, and so you make the impulsive decision to push yourself further.

you go down as far as you can, now taking him nearly to the hilt. you whimper, and gag around him. he looks down, “easy.” he warns, but you don’t listen, too set on your goal of being perfect.

you push again, gagging once more, and then again, and then it happens. you cough as it comes up, immediately pulling back, horrified with yourself.

“oh my goodness,” you sniffle, “I’m sorry john b! I’m really sorry.” you’re sure that you’re never going to be allowed to please him again.

he sighs, turning to one of the girls “take her out and clean her up.” the girl nods, picking you up by your armpits and guiding you out as you cry.

the other girls are bustling about, but they stop when they see you two coming out. there are a few small gestures made and a couple of them go off into john b’s room, while the rest come to take care of you.

“awh sweetie, what happened?” one of them asks, coming to wipe your chin with a tissue she picked up. the girl next to you speaks “we had a little accident didn’t we?”

the girls lead you to curl up on the couch. once of them changes you into your nightdress, and another gets you some water and a snack.

it’s late, and you’re all watching a movie. the girl next to you pulls you into her side, giving you a kiss on the forehead, “we’re so sorry we didn’t teach you better. promise to help you prepare better next time, okay? you’re gonna be so good.”

#cw vomit #john b prompt #cultleader!johnbee #john b dialogue #john b concept #john b blurb #john b outer banks #john b smut #john b #john b routledge #john b au

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Meetcute at a pumpkin patch after seeing each other be the 3rd wheel in their perspective friend groups? (Sorry if this doesn't make sense. I'm half sleep.)

"So you got ditched too, huh?"

Clint folds his arms and stands a little straighter. "I mean, technically they're my employees, so they can't -" Katie's cackle winds its way back to his ears and he slumps. "Sure," he admits. "Guess so."

He turns, then, and... yeah. This is exactly when it would happen. When his boots are leaking through to his (holed!) socks, and his hair is probably full of straw, and the only Barton Pumpkin Patch shirt he'd been able to find on his bedroom floor this morning was a particularly revolting shade of neon green. Absolutely this is when probably the most beautiful man in New York State would decide to get into the Hallowe'en spirit.

"How in the hell did you get ditched?" he blurts, and then slaps a hand over his own mouth.

The guy grins, and it's devastating. He's short and stocky, dark-haired and ice-blue eyed. He looks kinda mean at first glance but his grin is downright wicked, and this single interaction has made every single screaming child, snooty city jackass and sullen teenager with pumpkin-stompin' boots this Fall absolutely worth it.

"My pal's getting married," the guy says. "They're cute as hell together but I swear half the time he forgets I exist." He nods into the distance, and Clint squints at the familiar shade of bright red hair.

"Oh shit," he says. "You know Steve?"

"I'd better," the guy says, "I'm gonna be his best man."

"I'm maid of honour," Clint says, and can feel himself flush idiot-bright as the guy's grin widens. "I mean - I'm Natasha's -"

"Clint, right? Bucky."

The hand held out for him to shake is warm and wide and callused, and Clint is absolutely going to be normal about it. Almost manages to let it go without holding on uncomfortably long, too.

"Guess we'll be getting to know each other a bit better," Clint says, and attempts what he's been told is kind of a puppy-dog grin. "Be seeing each other at the ceremony, at least."

Bucky tilts his head, makes no secret of the slow up-and-down look he gives Clint.

"Hoping you'll save me a dance," he says.

#winterhawk #winterhawkkisses #i am giving myself permission to be shit

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Short Translation from Twisted Wonderland the second novel: Trey's Room (pt 2/5)

"It seems that, in each dorm, 1st-year students are four to a room with 2nd-year students two to a room and, as a 3rd-year student, you finally get a room to yourself. Housewardens are the one exception, with their own room regardless of year.

Ace gestures towards Deuce with a jerk of his chin. ‘Deuce and I aren’t just in the same class, we’re in the same room. I gotta see his face in the dorm and in class—I can’t get a break. I’m already planning to ask the housewarden to put us in separate rooms next year.’

‘That’s my line. He’s always messing with me when I’m trying to study—I want to change rooms as soon as I can.’

‘Ahaha, classic first-year troubles.’ Cater winks at Trey. ‘You’ve gotta be feeling better with all this energy around, right? The Adeuce-combi, coming over together with Yuu-chan and Gri-chan. It’s nice to be so admired by such cute underclassmen isn’t it, Trey-kun ♪’

‘Hang on, what’s that ‘Adeuce’ thing,’ Ace asks with displeased look.

‘I just tried combining the name of the pair in the same class, same dorm room. Really rolls off the tongue, right?’

‘Please don’t lump me in with him!’ Deuce points at Ace indignantly.

Snapping back with a retort, Ace glances at Trey’s leg.

’By the way, how bad's that injury? It looks pretty serious.’

‘Well, about that.’ Trey scratches his head with an awkward look.

‘I messed up trying to break my own fall, and looks like I hurt my right ankle pretty bad…I might need to be on crutches for a while.’

‘What!,’ exclaims Ace, and Deuce looks just as surprised. Yuuya and Grim exchange glances and uncomfortable looks."

#twstnovel2 #twisted wonderland

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(Warning for: Cracking open a very unhappy crow)

(We're in for a long one boys!)

"Set your crow on the table. Keep him calm." The man gestured to the steel table standing in the middle of the room. "I'll get a screwdriver and a bucket. And maybe some rags if he's got oil in his stomach.

Martyn was hesitant to listen, but if this Doc guy knew what he was doing... He set Brian on the cold table. "He's gonna fix you right up."

Three displeased caws at the uncomfortable table Brian had to stay on.

"Yeah, I know. It's a bit cold. But I can't exactly take you off the table, bud. Gotta get the water outta you!"

Another unhappy caw.

"Again. You drank water, bud. Water that can be bad for you." Martyn bapped the top of his beak, earning an unamused coo. "Metal and water do not get along."

Brian let out a defeated caw but finally settled in place. Just long enough for Doc to return again. With a few too many tools for Martyn's liking.

"I take it you calmed him down?" He set the tools on a cart. "You'll have to keep him from pecking me when I clean his stomach out."

Wait. Wait wait waiT-

"You're doing this while he's awake? Would it be better if I get him to fall asleep? This has gotta hurt in some way, right?" Martyn knew HE wanted to be out cold if his body got sliced open. But for a mechanical crow...

Martyn refused to take any unnecessary chances. Not if it could be avoided.

"No. He will be fine." That deep voice responded. His unnatural eye took on an even more vibrant red glow. "No pain receptors attached to the stomach. He'll only feel a lot of vibrations when I have to seal up his stomach. Just keep him from pecking me. It would stall the process."

Martyn bit his lip. He quietly folded his hands over Brian's neck, guiding the bird's head down. Another unhappy caw.

"I know. Cold." Martyn glanced down with a hum. He tugged off the dark green bandana wrapped around his wrist. "Let's try this for you Bri." He lifted his other hand from Brian's neck, folding the bandana under the bird's head. When Brian rested his head on the bandana he let out a very happy coo. "There we go. No more cold."

He could feel Doc's eyes lingering on him. He tried his best as he spoke to Brian. "We're gonna find our guy, I promise. And then me and you can go wandering the Crashlands. What do you think?"

A small caw. The metallic clinking of metal on metal. The glint of plastic in the corner of his eyes. And a laugh.

"The Crashlands are dangerous. Do you want to go walking around willy nilly?" Another shiver down Martyn's spine. That damn voice. "They will tear you down if you're not watching your step."

He willed himself to not roll his eyes. "I survived for almost a year. I think I'm doing pretty good. Saw some oddities, found this city... Gotta find more things." The soft tang of a screw hitting the ground. One, two, three, four-

"Have you found a loose bomb before?" A panel is removed from Brian, set aside. A small caw escapes Brian and Martyn has to keep his hands down to stop him from squirming.

"No? I don't exactly go looking... Why would bombs just be laying about?"

"Old world governments would threaten each other with nuclear weapons. Atom bombs, guns, drug planting. You name it, they were willing to do it. And then one of the governments shot at another and then the war broke out. They tested too many things back then. Made a metal that only reacts to oxygen in an instant. Others would combust if they got too close to water. Most were false alarms."

The way he got quiet when he mentioned "almost" threw Martyn off. He tensed up when he saw a semitransparent metal sack stuff inside of Brian. Swollen and looking ready to burst. "Ohh that doesn't look the best."

"It's an easy fix." Doc explained as he operated on the rather still Brian. "Those failed governments and their weapons are the reason this city even began in the first place." The sharp scalpel is taken away, and a bucket is placed under Brian's body. "We disabled bombs left and right. Brought any live bombs to the Core. They power this city. We were in charge of grabbing the bombs."

"We?"

"We." Was all he got in response.

Martyn fell silent while Doc drained the sack of the oil and water. He let out a dry chuckle at the happy caw escaping Brian. "Yeah, bet that feels better now that you are not walking around with water in your tummy, huh?"

Another happy caw. Definitely a yes.

"Great." Martyn's eyes flicked up to Doc. His eyes lingered on his horns for a bit too long. They were absolutely HUGE. Hanging beside Doc's head, amplifying his intimidating features... And yet making him look softer, in a twisted way. "Are your horns natural?" He

"Tumor. The organic one at least. The metal one is to balance out the weight."

A tumor. He knew that disease well. Cancer took his parents out before the plague did.

"Have you found anyone who could help you with that?"

"Not one that is alive." A soldering iron was set to heat up. "But I'm handling it well. I'm still kicking."

"If that's what you wish to call it." Martyn massaged the crow's head. "Almost done buddy. Gonna finish up here and get you something to eat. That sounds good?"

A chirp. Good noise. "You are going to be insanely hungry when Doc finishes up." He hesitated again. "The Angel. Is he here?" He asked Doc.

"No." Doc met Martyn's eye. "Left years ago. Posters are put up as a tribute to the man. Was a hero to a lot of people."

Not the answer he was hoping for. The Angel was gone. Out of town. Who knows if he would ever get to see him! Hell, would he even find the Demon in time? Was all of this just a lost cause?

"However. I know a person," Doc's hands focused on cauterizing the sack. "She's got an air ship. You get to her, and you're golden. She'll fly you to the city The Angel is in."

Martyn focused on Brian and his unhappy caws. It probably felt really weird on Brian's end to have his stomach constantly touched by something so hot. "Air ships exist? How come I've never seen one?" He ran his thumb along Brian's head.

"They're extremely difficult to find. You have to know a Captain to even get to the Hub. They sail above the clouds so people on the ground level can't see them. Their air ships are special, so most that fly them don't even show their faces. But I know a woman who has her own air ship. I can get you to her." Doc finally dropped the soldering iron and worked on putting Brian back together.

Martyn tensed up at a sharp peck to his hand. "A-And why would you help us?" He didn't even focus on Doc, too busy staring at the triangle shaped mark in his thumb. He bonked Brian with said thumb. That got him a loud, unhappy caw. "Hey, you're the one who pecked me." Martyn whispered to his bird.

A quiet chuckle from the Doc. "You amuse me. Figure I should at least entertain the idea." His red eye met Martyn's own again. "Don't see many people willing to go to such lengths. Most stay at the first settlement they find." Doc screwed in the last panel. "All better. His stomach is empty and sealed up. Keep him away from any water and he'll be perfectly fine."

"Thanks." He tugged his hands away, letting Brian hop straight up. Martyn laughed when Brian purposely stomped his two little legs over to Doc and pecked his metal hand. "Brian, don't be rude." He scooped the bird up in his hands. "He did fix your stomach."

A glare followed by a quiet caw.

"Ohhh, don't give me that look mister." Martyn bapped his beak. "Do you want air jail? You can get air jail mister!" The entire time he never noticed Doc's movements behind him. Not until he felt the cold metal brush against his back.

Did he jump nearly ten feet in the air from shock? Nooooo. (He ignored Brian's cawing laughter and Doc's quiet snickering. He did NOT jump thank you very much.)

"For a robot that does not belong to you... You take rather good care of him."

"Well I would hope so!" Martyn defended with a proud smile. "The little guy's voice box was worn out when I met him. Replaced the voice box and he's been as chatty as an old drama movie." He scratched under Brian's chin. "Isn't that right you screecher?"

A happy coo escaped Brian as the bird practically became putty in his hands. Martyn hummed as he made note of that. Birds like to be scratched under their chins. Got it. He then backtracked.

"How did you know he's not my bird?!"

"He's got a signature on him. Middle tail feather." Doc moved away to dispose of the oil and water. "He's somebody's pet or runaway experiment. My eye only tells me so much."

Runaway experiment. Was that what Brian was? ... Was that what Scott was? Martyn shook his head. No. Don't think about him right now. Don't break down.

"Thanks, I guess? Maybe his original owner passed. Crashlands are very dangerous." Martyn didn't want to think of the day that Brian would have to leave. "Where's this... Air ship?" He asked with a cough. Anything to change the subject.

Doc's eye focused back on him. He STILL didn't like that eye. "You'll see. Let me grab my signal flare."

"A flare?" Oh boy.

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After finding Doc's flare (And stopping for an hour to let Brian enjoy his well deserved hot oil) they made their way to a building Martyn would rather stay very clear of. "Are you sure this is safe?!" Martyn shouted over the howling wind. The air was thinner up here, and with all the holes in the crumbling concrete it did NOT help.

"No!" Doc shouted with a far too eager note in his voice.

Martyn glanced down at Brian (who had taken refuge in his arms to keep from being blown away) "Are we trusting a madman? I feel like we're trusting a madman."

Another caw and the shuffling of Brian's metal feathers. Brian was just as nervous as he was.

"DON'T STAY DOWN THERE, COME ON!" Doc yelled from the top of the stairs. "WE'RE ALMOST AT THE TOP!"

Martyn let out a deep breath as he stumbled up the stairs. He really didn't trust this building to stay up for much longer. One wrong move and this thing goes down in a pile of rubble.

Martyn peaked his head out through the heavy steel door, glancing around the empty rooftop. It seemed... Mostly safe, he supposed. No big homes in the floor at least. He kept Brian tucked in one arm as he walked out. "ShIT-" He barely caught himself as another gust of wind rushed by.

"Stay low to the ground!" Doc raised the flare gun to the sky. "It's about to get a lot worse when the Air Ship comes around!"

"WORSE?!"

Martyn barely had time to shield his eyes from the bright flash of oranges and yellows. He tucked Brian in his chest, hoping that the bright flare didn't blind the bird. "GIVE A GUY A WARNING!" All Doc did was laugh at him.

Thankfully they didn't have to wait long for this Air Ship. What Martyn didn't prepare for was the sheer SIZE of it. The large balloon strapped at the top was more than triple the roof top in length. The height itself was incredible, standing at who knew how many feet tall. More than Martyn could ever guess, the brown and white striped sails made it rather difficult to tell. The hull of the ship, composed of small circular windows and a fortified metal exterior, nearly took up the entire length of the rooftop and then some! Martyn couldn't even see the gap between the concrete and metal hull.

Needless to say, Martyn was impressed with the skillful landing.

"This is False's ship! Your one way ticket to Dia Bombia! Just stick with her until the morning and you'll be fine!" Doc shouted over the sound of the large engine. "False will treat you right!"

"Are you sure?!" Martyn jumped back when a large plank was thrown down to the ground. A hawk, made of shiny copper, pristine gold, and a craftsman quality appearance, flew straight down to him. It observed Martyn for a bit, its golden eyes raking over his body. "Well hello." Martyn mumbled. He couldn't even hear Brian's shocked caws until the bird was practically thrashing about in his arms. "Brian-!"

"Back off of him, girl, he's no danger!" A blonde woman offered her arm out like a lure. Summoning the hawk straight back to her. "Good girl." Said woman pushed her glasses up. "Doc, this better be the biggest emergency of your life! Shooting at the sky without checking your radar! Gave my poor Watchman a fright!"

"Unfortunately it's not a major emergency False. But I have a... Customer, of a sort. Needs to get to MCC."

Martyn didn't like the look of shock that crossed the woman's face.

"MCC? And you're sure you're not the insane one?" False looked back at him. "Well don't just stand there! Gather your gawking crow and get aboard! Don't have all day if you're going to MCC!"

"I-I'm not going to MCC- I'm going to-"

"Dia Bombia"

"Dia Bombia, yes yes, I know." False's voice overlapped Doc as she slammed a hand down on his shoulder. "But nobody goes to Dia Bombia unless they have a death wish or want to participate in MCC. And I don't take people who have death wishes."

Martyn gulped. "Guess I'm... Going to MCC." He muttered.

"That's the spirit! Come on!" She nudged Martyn forward. "You got a game to win! Maybe if you're lucky the Rewinder will pop up for a second. Always announces the games if his husband isn't too busy." Now that he could hear her better, her voice had a distinct accent similar to his own. "Hop to, come on!"

Martyn didn't even register that he nodded until he was being shoved forward. "Alrighty then-!"

"Take good care of him False! Don't let him fall!"

"Doc, you know I don't make promises like that!"

Martyn was regretting this more and more. Maybe he had a chance to back out- And the plank was being pulled up. Wonderful. Martyn looked over at where the plank was being hoisted and- Oh.

Oh.

So that's a Watchman.

The man's face was hidden by, surprisingly, pristine silver armor. His strength was something Martyn had not thought possible by a human, but this man could be a mutant like the others he had seen. Or a strength enhancer, he wasn't too sure. But the man was STRONG. And his stare... Ohh that was a "I will kill you if you fuck up" kind of stare.

Brian's caw snapped him out of it. "I'm moving, I'm moving." Martyn followed False into the cabin. "Thank you for taking me on such short notice. I was planning on walking but Doc-"

"Yes yes, I know. Doc does that sometimes. Unpredictable madman he is." False handed him a small key. "The bottom floor has a few rooms. This one is 103. When you leave in the morning, make sure it's nice and tidy. Don't give Wels more work than what he needs. He's a good man."

"Is that his name? Looks incredibly strong."

A nod. "Every pilot is given a Watchman in case things go astray. Sky pirates, thieves, people looking to take the engines of the ships. Stuff like that."

Martyn let a curious hum slip past his lips. "I'll find the Angel in MCC? What even is MCC?"

"The Angel is a 50/50. Depends on if the Demon's going to play or not." False approached a desk and began to press a few buttons. "MCC is the Mind Crack Championship. Every month, once a month, the Rewinder and his host hold a tournament. It's a bloody free-for-all. Thousands come every month for a chance to win. People die every single time."

That threw Martyn off. "Wait, wait, if it's so dangerous, why go in the first place? That makes no sense!"

"Because the Rewinder prevents people from dying. Gots a weird "No-Death" sorta deal going on. He waits for somebody to win, and then rewinds everyone else until they are back to health. Then everyone leaves, goes out into the Crashlands to do their own thing. Some return, some don't."

The idea that somebody could just... Bring one's self back to life... The idea boggled Martyn. And apparently, shocked Brian with the slack jawed look the crow hand- No. No, he was staring at the Hawk. Of course he was.

"So people willingly let themselves get slaughtered... For a chance at what? Money? Fame?" Martyn couldn't even imagine what prize had to be on the line-

"They get to grant a wish."

... "A wish."

"A wish. That's his husband's job. Wishmaker. The twelve Victors are brought back at the start of the year and they each battle it out for their wish. The ones that die don't get bought back. It's the sacrifice that comes with the wish."

Martyn didn't believe it for a second. "There's no way that's real. I mean... A wishmaker? What, does he conjure up the stars and goes "Your wish will come true eventually!" Or some crap like that? Seems like rubbish to me."

False narrowed her eyes at him. Uh oh.

"The wishes are real. Did you know that women couldn't pilot Air Ships? They weren't able to for as long as I was little. Hell, humans themselves are outright banned from purchasing them." Ohh boy, where did that sword come from- Where did that WALL come from?! Martyn went tense as he pressed against the wall, the sword's blade now pressed right against his throat.

"But I won. I made the wish to lift that ban. I got my ship. I got my license. I got my way. I fought my way through those games for three years." A dark look formed in her eyes as the blade dug into Martyn's neck just enough to draw blood.

"That's thirty-six games, thirty-seven if we include the Victor's battle. I fought tooth and nail for my ship. For my life. For Wels' life. And I will NOT let you disrespect those games-" The sword pressed closer to his throat- "Do I make. Myself. Clear?"

A gulp. "C-Crystal."

The sword fell. Martyn let out a relieved breath. He dragged his hand along his throat, pulling it back to see the dark red coating his fingers. He stared at False knowing his fear was obvious in his eyes. "You... Why wouldn't you just wish for the world to be normal again?" His voice was pitifully quiet.

"Because if the world were normal, everyone would lose everything. Our world may be screwed, but it is the only world we have." Was False's response. "Go to your room. Rest. Wels will call for you when dinner is prepped."

Martyn left. With too many questions still unanswered.

#hermitblr #hermitcraft #the crash #hermitaday #void art #original art #mcyt fanart #martyn inthelittlewood #martyn itlw #falsesymmetry #falsesymmetry fanart #welsknight #welsknight fanart

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