→ Word Count: 1,686
→ Warnings: Sexual Content
→ Characters: Sweetjane Ledet, Keith Smith
→ Slowly chipping away at prompts. This here is a sort of two birds one stone one as @bleuplaysrpgs sent two prompts that involve cars. Screenshot posted at the end.
Traveling with Sweetjane had been everything Keith had expected and more. She was skilled in so many ways; part of him wanted to head to Vault 81 to see just what made her SPECIAL. He couldn't even explain it; it was like she knew when something was coming well before it did. It certain rivaled his own marksman skills. Hell, whatever it was she was doing? He'd admit was better than what he was. Whatever it was; he was thankful for her and what she'd done.
Though, as good as the travel was on the professional front, it didn't account for the heavy awkward silences that befell the two. Ever since that day in her bus, Keith felt like he had to keep the distance between them. Despite the fact that it's been wanted on both sides, he still felt like he'd overstepped. She was in a vulnerable state. It didn't matter that she'd said it was OK. They barely knew each other. He continued the pursuit almost greedily, desperate for that type of human connection.
In the back of his mind, he worried that the only reason why she'd continued onward was because he was a man and… well… the wrong type of man gets what they want in the wasteland, whether the other wants it or not. He questioned if he'd missed any silent cues. Or… did he just ignore them? It'd been so long since he'd last laid with someone…
These thoughts wracked at his mind. Coupled with the fact that he feared her possibly getting hurt just because of who he was. Anybody with half a brain who wanted leverage could see him with Sweetjane and get ideas. For him, it was best to keep her at an arm's length; no matter how much it pained him. She deserved to be with somebody who could parade her, not only indulge behind closed doors.
Though… her scent still seemed to linger in his nose; the thoughts it caused enticing. He wanted to enact. To beg. Pray that that she said yes to him again, though he tried to push down his thoughts. He didn't want to wind up in the same situation as himself, the middle child of five simply because of excitement. Yes, he wanted kids, but he needed to discuss that with her. Find out if she even could, if she wanted them.
Of course, Sweetjane had noticed his change in demeanor; the feeling it drew unwelcome. Just how much more obvious she needed it to be? She'd initiated everything for a reason. Still… it was nice to get to spend time with him. He was protective without trying to hover. Although the conversations were sparse, they'd still been meaningful.
Despite Keith's charisma and charm, he really wasn't that much of a conversationalist. Something about Sweetjane did make him want to open up, but he was still very quiet otherwise. He didn't really speak much about his past; far more interested in her story than telling his. He was rather adamant on making the Commonwealth a safe place for all. He'd never say just how long he'd actually been a drifter for before finding a home. Once he'd found it? He'd made a vow that nobody would feel unwelcome.
That had been something she could respect; though she did question how he'd be able to enforce such a feat. She'd heard that same song and dance time and time again, but yet she'd traveled from the south to the north; not entirely sure how long she'd be staying.
"Hey, I have an idea." Keith's attention had been on one of the old cars sitting along the side of the road. It had been less rusted out compared to the others, though possibly still too damaged to work in general. The duo made their way to the car, Keith mussing with the hood until it popped open. He had Sweetjane take a step back as the Geiger counter on his Pipboy started to click rapidly.
"Wha'cha lookin' fer, Cher?" she asked, looking over his shoulder as he started to look around the engine compartment of the car. He tried to see just how the engine was attached, him settling back against his heels for a moment, "I wanna try to get one of these running. Could you imagine how helpful that'd be?"
She couldn't help but give a bemused hum, "Upkeep ain't easy on 'em."
"I'm sure… but still. If we could just start with one. How easy would it be to get supplies out to people".
"How easy would it be fer raiders t' target th' caravans?"
She had a point. Cars probably made more noise than a Brahmin pulled carriage. And all it would take was one perfectly aimed shot…
Sweetjane lightly rested her hand on Keith's back, feeling him press back into the touch. She could feel him take a ragged breath; his own ache only growing. He wanted the touch… the attention. And here? Here wasn't exactly the best place to enact on that desire. As her hand traveled closer to the cowl of his mask, he pressed back more, an involuntary shudder ripping down his back.
As she started to step back, Keith grabbed her wrist, pulling her back against his side. The sudden grab startled her at first; though that fear quickly melted away once she realized what was going on; unable to keep her comment to herself, "Bin waitin' all damn day..."
She propped up onto her tip toes to kiss him; Keith easily accepting the gesture. Her hands lightly rested on his chest, him pulling her between his body and the car as his own hands fell at her waist. It didn't take long for him to push it forward, pressing her back against the hood of the car as he widened his stance slightly. Long, slender fingers fumbled at his duster jacket, Sweetjane trying to work it off. He let it fall to the ground, ripping himself away for a moment; the sudden cold his snap back to attention. His eyes told a different story, though…
"Please."
It was the only word he could get out. He didn't care that they were in the open. On the side of the road. That ache of his arousal was too much. Despite her lips not curling as much as she wished they could, he could still see the smirk that tried to pull at them, "Thought ya'd neva ask, Général."
She turned away from him, pressing herself up against the hood of the car as Keith hiked the skirt of her dress up. Fuck, she was so perfect. Her hips filled his hands so easily, him savoring the almost velvety soft skin. It didn't take him long to free himself, pulling the bridge of her underwear to the side before finally pressing his cock deep inside her. He held still for a moment, letting out his breath as she clenched herself around him, giving him a teasing hum, "Dis is what 'appens when ya keep yerself away… Ya wanna lose control…"
"I'm not gonna hurt you…" He took another breath before slowly starting to thrust into her. This woman was absolutely perfect for him in every way possible. How easily his cock filled her, every little movement raising some sort of breath or noise from her. He didn't want to risk her getting too loud, potentially attracting any prying eyes. Though, she started to pres back against him as he drew his hip back for another inward motion. After a few moments of this, Keith finally pushed forward heavily; Sweetjane letting out a pleased moan. His fingers curled more against her skin slightly, each thrust growing more and more heavy.
A hand pressed against her back, pinning her up against the car. He stilled, breath heavy as he took his brief break before pressing his weight up against her. Both hands fell to either side of her shoulders, him returning to their act slowly; feeling that tightness of his imminent release. A coolness started to splash against their skin… neither knew it was supposed to rain.
"C'mon… Keep goin'…" she purred, rolling her hips back against him slightly. Keith couldn't help but growl in her ear, picking up the pace as he lightly kissed just above her bomb collar. The skin had been knotted scarring around it, but feeling her shudder as his lips barely scraped along her skin was so worth it. He felt her tighten around his cock, the moan that escaped her being what finally pushed him over the edge.
Every thrust drew out a moan, Keith's eyes fixated on the windshield as her breath started to fog the lower part. It quickly washed away as the rain picked up, him bracing against the car as he released, Sweetjane letting out a pleased whimper feeling his cock throb inside of her. They didn't have time to settle, Keith stepping back to quickly pull Sweetjane into the car. She nearly dove in, now being the one straddling him.
"Yer coat's gonna be soaked," she hummed. He only shrugged, "It'll dry."
His eyes wandered her body, admiring every little bit of her. How her chest raised and fell with each breath she took, how her pale skin almost seemed luminescent. How her thighs hugged his hips as she settled against his lap, him resisting biting his lip as the closeness only started to draw his desire back. Her brow perked, she grinding against him sightly as he sucked in on his cheeks, "Sweetjane…"
"More private 'an th' road," she teased, repeating her action. He gripped her thighs, bucking up against her, "Give me a minute…"
"We got all storm," the muse in her voice was intoxicating. Well… It would pass the time, at least. There wasn't much room, but this didn't seem to be a problem as Sweetjane rose up, lining herself back up with him, "Live a little. Ain't nobody gonna botha us hya."
"Fuck, you're beautiful." His hands lightly caressed her hips again, trailing to her ass as he slowly drew her back down…
→ Word Count: 2,101
→ Warnings: None
→ Characters: Sweetjane Ledet, Keith Smith
→ In this addition of "My inbox has claimed another prompt victim!" and "Why am I obsessed with writing these two particular characters in the rain", another Keith and Sweetjane prompt sent in by @bleuplaysrpgs. The original ask was sent as "❝ i thought you went home after i went to bed. you didn’t have to do that— you could’ve at least joined me in bed that couch is shit for sleeping on. ❞ or ❝ you can stay but i’m not letting you sleep on that couch. ❞ (idk something about the couches is hitting me lol) for Sweetjane x Keith". And absolutely yes. Now, I'm almost positive this was first prompt that was initially sent for the couple, so this would take place before the two have actually been intimate with one another. Little bit heavier on Keith's side than Sweetjane's; wanted to focus more on his thought process when he doesn't realize he's actually caught feelings yet.
"I'm gonna be honest, General, it seems like you've been working a lot harder than usual here in Sanctuary," the dark skinned ghoul pulled a chair up next to the man sitting at the bar; idly picking at a bag of tarberries.
"Had inspiration strike, I guess," he hummed, glancing over to him. Keith could hear the rattle in Noah's chest as he laughed, "Inspiration or drive to finish the settlements?"
"What's the difference?"
"Fair," he hummed, "That girl you met?"
"Sweetjane?"
Noah nodded, "Of course. Every time she's come around, you get some inspiration."
Keith turned on the bar stool, looking over Sanctuary. Noah hadn't been wrong. Things had been different since Sweetjane had first started coming around. Or rather… he'd noticed her first coming around. Despite the fact that she seemed to mostly keep to herself; a few usual friendly suspects tried to help get her to open up a bit more. Stay around for longer.
Of course, the main suspect was Preston; him just being his usual friendly, jovial self. His gentle hand did seem to help a lot with her tension around larger crowds. Noah and his husband, Sammy, also helped a lot. Those polar opposites had managed to be the first people to draw the first laugh Keith had heard from Sweetjane. Noah was excitable, clingy, and boisterous. Sammy, on the other hand, was calm, reserved, and collected. Watching Sammy try to keep up with Noah, especially when he got into a tangent, was entertaining.
And finally there was Mama Murphy. The elder said something to Sweetjane that really cemented her ease towards staying at the settlement. What was said, he didn't know; neither would say. Though, he'd gotten his own words of wisdom from her.
"A familiar face will cross paths with you when you least expect it. Stay with them; your journeys are entwined. Take their hand and never let go. You both will need it."
It made the raven haired man wonder if that 'familiar face' was Sweetjane; both of them sporting similar scarring. It made sense. Keith generally didn't try too hard to look into Mama Murphy's ramblings. While he did believe in her psychic abilities to some extent, he was still cautious in the fact that they were almost always chem induced.
Despite those words, Keith did try to keep his distance from her; not wanting to seem overly clingy or overbearing. The last thing he wanted to do was make her feel like that he was clinging to her for an ulterior motive.
Sweetjane seemed to come most often to stargaze at the gazebo. She'd quickly learned what room to go into to get the blanket to lay on; her almost seeming to appear and disappear once she'd had her fill of the night. Sometimes, she'd be selling her services or offering up trinkets for trade. Keith didn't mind it; commerce was commerce and the woman was a delight to have around.
Her coming around gave him the assurance that she was safe. As far as he knew, she was traveling alone. No pets, no companions. Nothing. It was just her on that bus… all by herself. It wasn't exactly an inconspicuous home; especially to the fact that it was a working vehicle. He knew it needed fusion cores to run, but he did want to know how her and her friend had figured out how it was still working after so many centuries.
Everything about her being scared him. Her being alone. The bomb collar. The branding…
Yes, the bomb collar had long since been deactivated, according to her. But he could see how much it had cut into her neck from time. The scarring was horribly knotted, it starting to embed into her skin. And if anybody even caught glimpse of that branding, he feared that they'd try to snatch her up. She'd already been in the trade; whoever tried to be ballsy about it would know that she'd need to be gone quickly. Or see if she was up for a bounty.
That wasn't to say that he was afraid that she couldn't handle herself. She'd managed all this time so far. The worry would always be there, though. At least, until he could possibly convince her to stick to one of the settlements. She had mentioned that the Abernathy's had sort of adopted her… He'd have to talk to them some other time.
"Shit… it's starting to rain," Noah looked up to the sky, "I'm gonna head home. If you're staying up, stay safe."
"I'm actually gonna head over to Red Rocket; I wanted to get the walls there upgraded in the morning. Good night, Noah."
Noah nodded to him, heading to his home as Keith closed up his little sack of tarberries, making his way to the converted gas station. He had his own, personal room, on the ground floor, if anybody else had been staying the night, they'd most likely already be up into their rooms; if not heading there thanks to the rain.
As he turned the corner into the settlement, a familiar sight caused him to light up. Sweetjane's bus! She had to have been selling before the rain came; a dim light shining from the windows. Keith trotted up to the bus, knocking gently on the door. It took a couple minutes, but Sweetjane soon opened it, her leaning against the frame lightly, "Général."
"Hey," his voice was soft, "I'm really happy you're here. Did you maybe want to join me for a cup of tea or coffee before bed in the cafe?"
A smirk tried to tug at her lip. Even though it didn't move, Keith knew. He could see it in her eyes, "O'course. Ain't doin' much else 'side from listening t' d' rain. I'll join ya in a second; lemme git a jacket on."
Keith nodded, waiting for the door to gently shut before heading into the main building. He put a kettle of water on, opting for a hubflower tea. It wasn't before long that Sweetjane stepped inside. She'd been in another wedding dress, though this one seemed more silky than the one he'd first seen her in. This one was probably a lot more comfortable to sleep in.
As Sweetjane settled in a chair, Keith pulled two cups out; getting everything he needed together. It didn't take long, him pouring the hot water over the loose leaves. He went to put the kettle back on the stove before joining her, looking out to the road… well… As much as he could with her bus parked. There weren't too many spots she could keep it. He didn't care, she was there. She was safe.
Their conversations were sparse; mostly consisting of basic questions. Neither seemed quite ready to completely open up to one another. Keith because he was afraid of who might overhear. Sweetjane because this man was still gadje. It wasn't clear yet just how trustworthy he could be.
Keith wound up finishing his tea first, sitting back slightly, "You gonna be OK? Doesn't look like the rain's gonna let up for a while."
She gave a half shrug, "I've bin in worse."
This drew a small nod, "I'm gonna go to bed. I'm right there if you do need me." He pointed to the red door behind the counter. She nodded her thanks, eyes sliding back to the view outside the window. No matter what, she knew she was going to get wet regardless of when she left. The windows didn't exactly have glass in them, after all. She glanced back to Keith for a moment, finding him standing in the doorway; still hesitant to let her out of his sight. It seemed like a sweet gesture, him eventually actually disappearing into the room; though didn't close the door completely.
It had been amusing to see him acting such a way. She almost wanted to tell him to use his words. He obviously wanted her to join him, even if nothing happened. He was just too damn shy to say it. Or awkward. He didn't really seem like he knew how to actually express himself all that well. From stories she'd heard, it wasn't like him to be so tongue-tied. It was sweet.
Sweetjane silently finished her tea, taking a moment to return to the bus. She took her time making sure everything was properly tucked away or locked up; the animals all resting for the night before heading back inside. If Keith wasn't going to say anything, she'd at least keep him company while she read until falling asleep herself. Even if he was already asleep.
Sure enough, when she pushed open the door, he was. She took in the sight; Keith seemed like a fairly neat person. His clothes were placed on a mannequin in the corner, supply pack tucked behind it so it wasn't off balance. Next to the bed was a small end table with his Pipboy resting on it; most likely to be used as some sort of clock/radio. The shelves were full of various little nick-knacks and books; the thin layer of dust suggesting he really didn't interact with them. In the corner, a dog had been curled up in the corner on a bed; most likely a settlement guardian.
Settling on the couch, Sweetjane tucked her legs up beneath her; flipping to her left off page. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, her eventually sinking down to lay back.
Keith sat up, rubbing his eyes. He lazily grabbed his Pipboy, checking the time. 1:28AM. He didn't normally awake so early, but the ache in his arm was telling. His only thought was he didn't move much in his sleep, the ache from still needing to replace the mattress on the bed. He scanned the room with the dull light of the Pipboy; everything was still as it should be. Or… no, there was something laying on the couch. He looked back to the corner; the dog was still there. That something was a somebody. It wasn't exactly uncommon for him to find people in this room, but not while he was still in it.
Cautiously, he got out of bed, not wanting to disturb the other if they were asleep; though his heart leapt once he saw who it was. Sweetjane! Maybe the rain picked up, making it too loud in the bus? He'd stayed in an old pre-war camper once during a storm and it had been loud. Maybe it was just a bit too much. Or… maybe she wanted to be around him. He felt his nearly skip at the thought of that, carefully going to wake her.
He took a step back after lightly shaking her shoulder, patiently waiting for her to stir. When she did eventually give a small whine, face scrunching up as much as it would allow, Keith spoke softly, "Hey… I kinda thought you'd go home after I went to bed." He paused as her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the low light of the room. "You didn't have to do that…"
Another hesitation. As it drew on, Sweetjane was about to speak, but Keith finally continued, "You could've joined me, y'know. That couch is shit for sleeping on."
Sweetjane's vision slowly adjusted to the low light, her taking in the man standing before her. The soft contours of his almost lightly toned body, the scarring that littered his torso and arms. How he still seemed to curl into himself slightly to keep his height from being intimidating. She hummed softly, "Didn't wanna wake ya."
"It's alright," Keith smiled, holding his hand out to her. She still took some caution in taking it, him helping her to her feet to lead her to the bed. She did give a small moment of hesitation, but Keith's soft expression eased her, "Nothing funny. I promise."
Climbing into the bed, Keith tucked his partner in carefully before laying next to her, over the covers. He laid on his side, "I'll even stay over the covers, if it'll help."
"Ya don't have ta…" Managing to pull the blanket out from beneath him, Sweetjane threw it over him, tucking close. He was hesitant to move too much, scared of accidentally touching her inappropriately. It didn't seem to take long for her to fall back to sleep, Keith just keeping his gaze over her smaller frame. God, how did he manage to find somebody so beautiful to him? He buried his face in her hair, eventually drifting off to sleep as well.
→ Word Count: 1,407
→ Warnings: N/A
→ Characters: Keith Smith, Sweetjane Ledet
→ Listen, my brain literally wouldn't let this go and I don't know why. I just desperately wanted to write Keith and Sweetjane meeting. Bleu, I'll let you interpret this however you'd like; a potential new romantic ship, a new platonic ship. I had the recent development of "Keith would be awkward AF meeting new people he finds pretty and that's adorable" to go along with his "awkward flirting".
Sweetjane belongs to @romaniwasteland || If my research is correct: Laši ratji means "good evening" and najis means "thanks" or "thank you". Please correct me if I'm wrong! Also, I use this nighttime sky overhaul; so just bear in mind that this is what I'm writing visually.
The sky had slowly cascaded from blue to pink… pink to orange… It was nice to finally have a clear night. Keith looked up to the sky, pulling his assault mask off to try and find the first star of the night. His icy blue eyes scanned the sky, eventually finding it, a weird feeling in his heart. It'd been something he used to do a lot when he was a kid, never realizing just how long it'd been since he actually did it.
"Hey, you gonna join us for dinner?" a ghoul approached Keith by the gazebo, his smile warm, "Sammy's making mirelurk bisque."
"I was thinking of just hanging out here for a little bit," Keith kept his gaze to the sky, it only falling to meet the ghoul's face with an appreciative smile, "Thank you though, Noah. You an your husband enjoy the rest of your night."
A small nod was given in response, him leaving Keith to his thoughts once more. He scanned the area for a moment, marveling in the work that had been done. The resilience of the settlers in Sanctuary was always such a joy. It'd just been the original group from Concord. Despite their pain… despite their grief… they made it work. People started hearing word of a new settlement and slowly began trickling in.
He looked to the ceiling of the gazebo he'd been standing in, taking a deep breath. To think, this particular spot used to be a playground for children. They'd taken down the equipment, the metal far too weak to support even the smallest of child, but he wanted to create a new area for eventual new generations to enjoy. At least it was a space that everybody could enjoy.
As he went to snuff the lantern that sat on the railing, Keith noticed a person making their way over the bridge. It seemed awfully late for anybody to be coming in, especially since they would've passed by Red Rocket before getting to Sanctuary. No, the old gas station wasn't exactly built up at that point, he made sure it was still safe for any traveler to take refuge for the night. He decided to meet them, whoever they were; if even to just offer them a bed for the night.
They'd crossed the bridge by the time he'd made it to the road, him smiling to them, "Good evening."
Her pale eyes locked onto him for a moment, "Laši ratji."
It took him a moment to really take in the woman before him. She was shorter than him… though most people seemed to be. He knew to keep himself relaxed because of it; not wanting to come across as intimidating. Between his height and the scars that littered his face; he knew it could be much. Especially for a young woman who seemed to be traveling on her own.
Part of him was relieved that she didn't make any sort of comments on his face; though he could understand why. She seemed to sport a lot of similar scars; a feeling of familiarity putting him at ease. He normally didn't approach people without the mask, knowing it could be off-putting. His gaze wandered to the collar on her neck. She was a slave…
"Are you… safe?" He glanced up over his shoulder, not sure if she was being followed or baited into this. This made the woman tilt her head slightly, "Yes? Why wouldn't I be?"
This made him give an awkward laugh, "Sorry… I just… the collar."
"'S from a long time ago… ain't not'in but a reminda 'f th' past." Keith liked her accent. It was different; at least nothing like he'd ever heard before. He cleared his throat again, arm moving like he was struggling to decide on holding it out for a handshake, "Keith Smith. General of the Minutemen."
Her gaze flicked over him again. She'd heard of him, though he was an elusive man. She assumed that it was because of his status; running around constantly to make sure settlements were functioning and protected, going out on calls from Radio Freedom. Her lips gave a very small smile, it seeming to hurt, "Sweetjane."
No last name? No matter, he didn't need to know it. It could've just been a safe-guarding thing; he understood why. It was that moment he realized; he'd only presented his arm half way for a handshake, never actually gave her his hand. Well… that was awkward. He knew he'd be kicking himself for that one.
"Were you looking for a place to stay? We've got plenty of beds here," he put his arm back at his side. He saw her glance over his shoulder, "Do yah mind if'n I stay ova at th' gazebo? 'S s'ppose ta be real clear t'night. Get t' see th' stars."
"Oh," the smile that light up his face really put Sweetjane at ease, "Yeah, c'mon! Lemme show you the best spot with the clearest view."
Letting Sweetjane pass him, he admired her outfit for a moment; though worry still nagged at his mind. A bomb collar and wearing a wedding dress? He didn't want to press it; she said it was in the past. He trotted along to catch up to her; her having already gotten to the gazebo before he caught up. The albino woman leaned against one of the rails, looking over the river that divided the land. Back in the day, it must've been a gorgeous sight to see.
"Hold on," she could hear Keith's voice trailed behind her as he trotted past the gazebo and into one of the nearby houses. He seemed really excited to do… whatever it was he was doing. She didn't see any risk with him; though did still keep on guard. No, she had no reason to not trust the Minutemen; it was just his awkward behavior.
Keith returned shortly, unrolling a fairly beat up blanket, "Here. This spot is perfect to lay back and look up at the sky. I think tonight's gonna be perfect to star gaze." Sweetjane left the gazebo, carefully sitting on the blanket. She seemed to settle easily, though didn't lay back; jaw tilted upward towards the sky. "Hey… do you… do you mind if I join you?"
Looking back to him, he put his hands up slightly, "I'll keep my distance, don't worry. I just… I haven't done this in a really long time."
She waited a moment longer before shifting over to side of the blanket. Keith sat cautiously on the other side, going to unlatch some of the armor from his outfit before laying back. She watched him take a deep breath, his gaze staying to the sky. Despite his focus being on the sky, she sensed that he was thinking about much more. She tried to focus back onto the sky.
He'd been right… the view of the sky was absolutely perfect. No obstructions; just the occasional noise from one of the houses or a small animal skittering by, not realizing there were people outside. She shut her eyes, releasing her breath silently to just take in the calm. This felt nice… Even with having company, he respected the silence as much as she did.
As the sun continued to set and the sky grew darker, the more and more stars freckled the sky. It was beautiful. Slowly, Sweetjane laid back against the blanket, her only reminder of the man laying on the opposite side of the blanket was him getting spooked when she'd started moving. It caused her to freeze, though he gave a small laugh, "Sorry… I kinda forgot you were there."
"Could'a said th' same thing 'bout ya," she hummed, settling in her spot, gaze fixated back upward, "Najis. Thank ya. 'S a perfect spot."
He chuckled again, "Had a feeling you'd like it. I'll be quiet now. If you get tired-" he sat up for a moment, pointing to the house he'd pulled the blanket from "-There's spare beds in that house. I just wanna give you fair warning, everyone's awake by six in the morning here. So, I just wanna apologize ahead of time if we wake you. Dunno how late you're gonna stay up."
She hummed in response, though didn't speak. The two of them rested once more. Did he just make a new friend? It certainly seemed like it could've been the start, anyways.
Things were never quite the same for Nick after the incident in The Memory Den. After that initial impression, he believed things would get better, but do they really when you refuse to get things looked after?
A canon divergent AU asking, what would have happened if something more was done with the mnemonic impression that happened at The Memory Den.
→ Word Count: 4,208
→ Warnings: Sexual Content
→ Characters: Arsenic, Crow, Ripper
→ A little thing for Crow's birthday today! Putting directly under cut for length and it starting out basically right off the bat with smut.
It all started with a kiss.
Not just the day, but the whole relationship. From day one, Crow and Arsenic had never outright declared what they had as a publicly committed relationship. He kissed them on that fateful day, and that was it. No official declaration, no public affection to be caught by the tabloids. If people wanted to look at it technically? The two hadn't actually publicly committed until the day they got engaged in December of 2287.
They'd had an unspoken understanding. Anything public could have been disastrous for the both of them, especially with the issue of tabloids. Arsenic was used to the attention that they brought; Crow was not. While, yes, Crow did call Arsenic their boyfriend and Arsenic would refer to "his partner" all the time; neither managed to draw that type of attention towards themselves to raise those suspicions.
But… that was all gone now.
In its place was a soft giggle as Arsenic's ruined lips brushed along the nape of their neck; his arms wrapped tight around them. It didn't take long for his hands to find their usual homes; one lightly massaging a breast, the other catching between their legs. Their legs clamped together slightly once his rough fingers started to brush along their bud, idly rubbing the soft flesh just below.
"Good morning, baby," Crow couldn't help but chirp out, letting out a content sigh as Arsenic engaged in his idle massage. He hummed against the back of their neck, raising another small laugh as he spoke, "Wanted t' give ya some early lovin' for your birthday…"
He pressed two fingers inside of them as he spoke, savoring the gentle clench they gave as he started to slowly pump them inside of their cunt. Their hand lightly rested on his arm, voice a gentle hum, "What time is it..."
"Think like four in th' mornin'. Wanted t' do somethin' real special for ya t'day, jus' you an' me while th' others set up somethin' for t'night." God, they were so warm…
Crow couldn't help but laugh softly, "Spoiling a surprise party?"
"Nah," he chuffed, feeling them take a breath in as he picked up his pacing, "Ya know nobody 'ere can keep a secret, especially a party. Jus' wanted t' let ya know 'at I wanna get ya back 'ere b'fore th' sun goes down completely."
He rested his chin against Crow's shoulder; them not answering as they bucked their hip against his hand; a small pulse on his fingers raising a satisfied hum. The soft whine that caught in their throat made him ease slightly, purring against their ear, "Nah… I'm th' one with a surprise for ya. Couldn't tell nobody so it didn't get back t' ya."
Another pulse on his fingers made him tighten his grip on their breast slightly, "Not yet…"
"Arsen…"
He eased even more; raising a frustrated groan as he started moving almost painfully slow inside of them. If this was part of that surprise, it was cruel. He certainly loved how they felt, though.
"Trust me, babe. I've got a lot planned. This is jus' th first course."
He pulled back slightly, lips grazing the cup of their ear. Once he'd felt their tension ease, he continued back on his original pace. Their legs clamped together slightly, him feeling another pulse around his fingers. They were so close… he loved how quickly they'd hit their high with his hands.
"Tell me how much ya want it…"
"Fuck off," they growled, hand going down to his, trying to encourage him to go faster. This only made him stop, though left his fingers inside their gently pulsing cunt. They took a heavy breath, pressing on his knuckles, "Please."
Arsenic went to pull his fingers away, but a clench made him stop. A second one seemed to pull them back in, making him chuckle, "Damn, ya actin' like I haven't fucked ya in months."
"I want you to finish," they hissed, "Please."
"Ya sure? Cause I was gonna keep goin' with my mouth."
Crow kept quiet, the stillness between them almost heavy. They wanted that instead, Arsenic chuckling in their ear, "Ya want 'at instead, yeah?"
They nodded, moving their hand as he pulled away. Crow rolled slightly onto their hip; watching Arsenic eye his partner carefully, licking his slicked fingers. The jolt of arousal that shot to Crow's groin was quick; them letting out a gasp. Oh… he'd never done that before. Fuck, that was kinda hot. A smirk tugged at Arsenic's lip, "Oh, you're gonna be in for such a fuckin' treat t'day…"
"As long as I can stand during the party and your little surprise," they hummed, their fingers instinctively going to tangle into Arsenic's hair as he dipped his head down between their legs. He flicked his tongue along their bud, him gripping their thighs somewhat tightly. He pushed one leg upward, hooking the other over his shoulder as he started to prod his tongue between their slit. He hummed as he felt them relax, savoring every inch of their body. The flavor, the scent.
They were his. Forever. He was making sure of it today.
**♡**
"Where do you want these tables?" Wiseman looked to Ripper, seeing the taller ghoul point towards the outer wall of the pool house, "Over there's good. We can set up shade t' keep th' sun off th' food."
A gentle touch caught Ripper's attention, seeing Amy looking up to her father with large eyes, "Where did Crow go? I wanna tell them happy birthday!"
Ripper chuckled, seeing the messily wrapped present in his daughter's arms, "Go put your present with th' others. Think Crow an' Arsen went out t' spend th' day t'gether. They'll be here t'night."
"Arsenic had a pack with him," Cody noted, taking the present from Amy, "Maybe they're going on a little picnic by the gazebo?"
Ripper snorted, "Nah, too close t' home. I wouldn't be surprised 'e took 'em t' Cupid's Secret t' 'ave some uninterrupted fun."
This made the teen roll his eyes. That idea actually didn't surprise him with how Arsenic was. Though, he'd grown to learn everyone's habits quite well; Arsenic normally traveled with only the essentials. A gun, a few knives, and a way to bring back any scavenged things. The bag he had with him was already full.
"I hope they'll be back soon," Amy looked over the tables, watching everybody set up the food and drinks. Ripper mussed up her hair, her giggling at the process, "They will, baby girl. They're jus' probably goin' t' spend th' day t'gether as a couple. Don't think they've actually gotten t' do that for either one of their birthdays for th' past three years or so."
He didn't even think they'd ever actually had any get together for either one of their birthdays when they'd gotten together. Arsenic hadn't been in the area for his birthday and Crow wound up needing to work on theirs in 2077. This was a big deal for them.
**♡**
A hand lightly pressed against Crow's belly; Arsenic feeling it push out slightly as Crow settled on his hip. They let out a soft breath as they settled, resting their own hand on their belly with a small laugh. He kept his breath steady, not wanting to disturb what they were doing. God they fit him so perfectly…
"How's that feel?" he hummed. They gave a small nod, "Good. Warm."
"Good. Open th' box."
His arms were light around their waist, lips lightly brushing along their shoulder as they opened up the box he'd pulled from his pack. They smiled softly, "You baked for me?"
"I did," he'd sounded quite proud of himself, "I figured we jus' take this little break… get somethin' in your belly."
"And up my cunt," Crow chuckled, wiggling their hip slightly. They could feel Arsenic take a breath, his cock throbbing inside of them at the movement, "Ain't warmin' if you're movin'. Eat."
They took their time to savor the mini cake that he'd made. If there was one thing Arsenic had always trouble with, it was baking. It was certainly evident here; a bit over baked, the filling between the layers spilling out from the sides. The icing job was also very crude, but Crow loved it anyways. The flavor of the icing was almost perfect; a touch too much sugar, but an underlying lemon flavor helped balance it out. They couldn't help but tease, though, "Didn't even wanna try to write on it?"
"I dunno how ya do it," he mused back, "Couldn't figure out how ya do that damn bag."
"I can show you, y'know."
"Yeah, ya could. But why should I learn when I got a great baker for a partner?"
"You just like seeing me when I bake."
This made him laugh, "'S a treat at home, with how ya are."
Arsenic lightly pressed his head against the side of theirs as they ate. Every so often, they'd feed him little forkfuls of the cake. His hand shifted to over their belly, the other tracing lines along their hip and thigh. They clenched around him slightly, a growl catching in his throat, "Babe…"
"You can't have all the fun."
"I promise… t'night will be all 'f 'at. 'M gonna make ya a fuckin' puddle b'neath me. Right now… I jus' wanna be close."
"I know," they couldn't help but hum, "Still wanna have my fun too. Where're we going anyways?"
"'S a surprise, I told ya. Ain't too much longer. I jus' hope it's th' best fuckin' gift ya ever get for your birthday."
"Just being here with you is already the best."
A light nudge with his chin made Crow shush, them finishing up the cake. Arsenic folded up the box flat, putting it back into his pack before pausing. This was the part he wasn't looking forward to. He took a breath before gently letting Crow up, his breath shaky as he pulled free. Crow let out a breath as well, wishing they'd stayed for just a bit longer.
"Ready?" Crow tilted their head slightly after fixing their pants back on. He took another breath, adjusting himself back into his own, "Yeah. C'mon, not too much longer…"
Arsenic started to feel a pain in his chest. Worry; he knew that much. What he was about to do was such a risk, he knew it was. It was a risk he had to take, though. It'd been three years; it was time. That underlying though of them not accepting it yet… that was what that feeling was. It couldn't be anything else.
**♡**
After another hour of walking, Arsenic stopped; putting a hand on Crow's shoulder. He pulled them in for a hug, "I need ya t' trust me for jus' ten minutes."
"I trust you always, Arsen."
Crow watched him bite his lip slightly, pulling something from his pocket. He unfolded it, letting the long piece of fabric dangle from his fingers, "Ten minutes is all I ask. Nothin' sexual's gonna happen. I want ya in th' surprise b'fore I take it off."
"I…" they weren't sure how to feel about the blindfold. Had it been the bedroom, it would've been a different story. But he would be guiding them blind to a still undisclosed location. They didn't even know where they were now.
"I ain't gonna let anythin' happen t' ya. I'll even carry ya, if 'at makes ya feel better."
Finally, they nodded, "Alright."
Arsenic let out his breath, gently tying the blindfold around their head; their vision going dark. He picked them up bridal style, carrying them the rest of their journey. As they got closer to their destination, he spoke to them; voice almost unnaturally calm, "Ya know… ya really saved my life… right?"
"How so?"
"Not gonna lie… I probably would'a fallen back int' my bad habits if I hadn't met ya. Th' drugs. Your love is th' best damn drug I could ever be addicted t'. Don't feel like I need anythin' else anymore."
"I love you too, Arsen."
"An'… I jus'… shit, this is fuckin' harder t' say…" He took a breath, knowing it was still a touchy subject, "I wish we could'a started a family t'gether."
"Suppose we still could," Crow noted, "But… I know what you mean by it. With you? I don't think I would've been so nervous about it."
"There's this… pride? I guess? 'Bout havin' a kid ya made with th' one ya love. Kinda wished we'd gotten t' discuss it more b'fore… this."
"You'd be a great father."
A sniffle could be heard, Arsenic's voice breaking slightly, "You'd be th' perfect parent."
He stopped walking, setting Crow's feet on the ground. They started to reach up, but Arsenic caught their hand, "Not yet. Please, keep trustin' me."
They nodded, feeling his hands start to fiddle with their clothes. What on earth was he planning that required this? That wasn't sexual with him? They could feel his hands shaking slightly as each garment came off.
"Arsen?"
"One more minute…. I'm right 'ere."
His voice had been a bit further away, though. He was shuffling around a lot more quickly, though their nerves started to ball the longer they stood naked. Finally, what felt like a dress was pulled over their head, Arsenic careful in guiding them into the clothing.
"OK. Take it off."
Crow had seemed desperate to get the blindfold off. Before they could register what was even happening, their eyes locked onto his, seeing that he was crying with a smile on his lips, "Ya look… so gorgeous."
Their eyes scanned his body. He wasn't exactly in a suit, but still dressed up. They looked down; they'd absolutely been in a dress. It hugged their frame, the skirt of it sitting like a draped style skirt. It had a peekaboo window on their belly.
"I hope ya don't mind th' dress. I jus'… I knew this was gonna be th' only time I ever saw ya in one…"
"Arsen… what—"
"I want t' get married. Now. Jus' you an' me. Nothin' big or flashy. We can do somethin' with th' others later on… but I jus'… I wanna call ya my wife. Or… husband… Spouse… whatever th' hell ya wanna be called. Please."
"The rings though! I don't ha—"
He pulled two boxes from the bag, "I got 'em; don't worry, I didn't look at 'em. I also found this with 'em."
The next thing that came out of the bag was a macrame rope, Crow smiling softly at him, "Do you know what a handfasting ceremony is?"
"I've heard of it."
"I was hoping that maybe we could do it. I love the idea and meaning behind it."
This drew a smile from the taller, his shoulders easing from their worried tension, "Of course. Anything for you."
His gaze shifted towards the front of the room, Crow's moving to take in just where they were. While not necessarily a church, it seemed like whoever lived there now had the intention of making it one. Chairs were lined up in lieu of pews, a makeshift podium at the back of the room.
Arsenic was slow in bringing Crow up to the podium, a priest approaching them not long after. He held his hand out to shake, "Pastor Clements. Viorel sent for me, by your fiancé's request, I do believe."
"C-Crow," they looked over to their partner, "Are you sure you wanna do this now?"
"I am. I want this t' be between us, him, an' whatever Gods we all believe in."
There was a moment of hesitation longer. It wasn't that Crow didn't want to do this; they did, very much! It was the fact that it was just them. No witnesses, aside from the pastor himself. But… Arsenic had a point, the witness would be whatever higher beings they believed created everything around them.
"I do know a basic handfasting script to follow for you," Pastor Clements gave Crow a reassuring nod. It wouldn't have been his first one, and he knew it wouldn't be his last. Crow nodded in return, a nervous laugh breaking their voice slightly, "Alright… let's do this."
**♡**
"Daddy? It's getting late," the concern in Amy's voice raised worry in Ripper. He knew that Crow would never stay out this late and Arsenic would never keep them out for so long. The sun had nearly completely set, the star almost completely littering the sky.
"Maybe they're staying the night wherever they went?" Cody tried to reassure his sister, "They just lost track of time and it's safer to just stay put."
No… that wasn't it. Something in Ripper's gut told him that wasn't it. He looked around The Slog. Most of the other ghouls had started the party, not wanting anything to go to waste. They at least wanted to give it a chance for them to show up before it got too late.
"Daddy?"
"I'm sure they're just running late…" Ripper tried to add to the reassurance, "Crow did always get tired easy. Kinda came with th' territory 'f 'em never really recovering from their—" He saw the duo slowly making their way back in the distance, "There they are!"
Amy started jumping excitedly, "Yay! Can I run out to them?"
"Make sure ya stay in Charon's line 'f sight."
Ripper barely finished his sentence; the young ghoul darting down the road. He watched Charon shift to look down the sight of his gun to watch the child run all the way up to the couple. Once she'd been close enough to them, he settled.
The duo could barely register what had been barreling down the road at them before Crow was nearly knocked over by the sheer force they'd been tackled with, the higher pitched voice of their young 'niece' practically singing out, "Happy birthday!"
"Thank you, sweetheart!" Crow hugged Amy tightly, spinning her around before setting her down. Amy looked Crow over for a moment, her voice beaming, "You look so pretty!"
This drew a smile, "Thank you. C'mon, let's get home. I'm sure the others are worried, we did say we'd be home earlier."
Amy led the way back, practically skipping down the street as they made their way back home. Everybody started to gather as they stepped foot into the settlement; the flood of happy birthdays quickly shifting to gasps of surprise upon seeing Crow, of all people, in a dress.
"Wow, Crow!" Ripper approached, "Ya look amazing!" A realization set it. A dress? "What's… what's the occasion?"
They stepped forward, holding up their hand. It took a moment for Ripper to notice the ring; a matte black stone sitting in between a vine of silver, two leaves of diamonds surrounding it. Two tiny emeralds dotted the top of the band next to two alexandrite.
"Ya… ya got married! You're married!"
The excitement that filled his voice carried through the crowd, everybody exploding into a chorus of cheers and congratulations. Everybody made their rounds, each giving personal cheering to the happy couple and blessed birthdays to Crow.
Once things had calmed down, the party getting underway, Amy approached the couple once more, her wanting to see Crow's ring again. She pointed to the black stone in the center, "What's that one?"
"Do you know what New Jersey's official stone was?"
She shook her head, "No."
"It's called franklinite. It's more of a mineral than a gemstone. Watch this," Crow pulled a small light out from Arsenic's pocket. Although the franklinite didn't glow, the diamonds, alexandrite, and emeralds did. Amy's eyes lit up upon seeing this, "So pretty! Why doesn't the franklinite glow?"
"It's a type of iron rather than a gemstone like the other two are. I'm not completely sure why exactly they glow, but they do."
The girl took Arsenic's hand, looking at the ring on his finger. It was much more simple, the gemstones set into a thick silver band, the center a diamond, one emerald on either side, cascading to two rubies. She looked it over, "Does your glow too?"
He nodded, "They're made with th' same stones."
"Do they have a meaning?"
Arsenic couldn't help but chuckle, "They do. Emeralds are my birthstone."
"Alexandrite are mine," Crow hummed, "Diamonds are the most common stone for wedding rings."
"And the franklinite?"
"You might be able to get me out of New Jersey, but you can't take it out of me. I also liked that it was different."
Before Amy could ask any more questions, Ripper scooped her up, spinning her around slightly, "Alright kiddo, go play for a little bit. I think these two deserve to have some fun."
She pranced off, Ripper pulling Crow and Arsenic to their feet, "Have you two had your first dance yet?"
Before either could answer, he pushed them together, "What song?"
They stumbled over their words for a moment. Ripper had to think for a moment, him nodding to himself before starting to sing. The radio was turned down, Cody grabbing his guitar to start playing along with his father.
Crow smiled up to Arsenic as they awkwardly shifted into a slow dance, "Not the song I was expecting."
"S'ppose ya get whatever ya want when your friend can sing."
"True," they chuckled, "I'm happy to get this."
It'd been I Will Carry You. They didn't know how, but Ripper just seemed to know that the song just seemed meant for them. Crow gently pressed up against Arsenic, his arms just as lightly wrapping around their waist. They gave a soft sigh as they rested their hand on his chest.
Arsenic hummed along to the song, lightly pecking the top of Crow's head. This drew a laugh, Crow's heart feeling light in the onset affection. The wait was entirely too long… this was exactly what they'd wanted.
"Best gift ya ever got?" Arsenic chuckled softly. Crow nodded, "Everything and more…"
"Good. I wanna keep it that way..."
Slowly swaying to the music being performed for them, the couple seemed to be swept away by the emotion; them engaged only in their personal conversation. They didn't even notice when Ripper changed over to a new song, yet another that seemed to fit them well; I Can't Help Falling In Love.
Eventually, they stopped dancing, locking into a gentle kiss. Arsenic's fingers curled against Crow's hips lightly, trying to keep himself from getting overly excited. Crow couldn't help but laugh into the kiss, "It's OK… be excited."
"I am," he growled out, "Jus' don't wanna be that kind 'f excited. Ya still need t' open your presents."
"Could always do it now," they mused, hands lightly resting on his chest, "Get more time together tonight."
A quiet chuff came from the older's throat, "You're adorable. Let's spend some time with th' others, can duck out early."
Crow couldn't help but hum in their approval, them kissing again before going to head back to the group. Ripper chuckled, amused at the couple being so publicly affectionate, "You lovebirds stayin' up?"
"Of course! We were out longer than I thought we would. I still wanna party with you guys too!"
**♡**
It wasn't until midnight that the newlyweds finally made their way back to their house. Arsenic scooped Crow up into his arms, the two laughing as he carried them inside. Crow hugged onto Arsenic's shoulders tightly, keeping tucked close against his chest.
"How ya feelin'?" a small nuzzle against their cheek made them giggle.
"I'm sleepy, but I don't wanna go to bed…"
A chuckle caught in the other's throat, "Want some help fallin' asleep?"
"You're sweet."
The mattress was a welcome comfort, them practically melting into it. It wasn't before long that Arsenic crawled up their body, his hand slowly pushing their dress up. They'd relaxed so easily at his touch, both excited for what they knew was coming, as well as comforted by it. This was their first night as spouses… the first night of forever…
A soft kiss on drew a contented hum, dress finding its resting place on the floor next to the bed; the dress shirt and pants joining it in the same matrimony. The bed creaked softly, kisses trailing from neck to jaw… jaw to cheek… cheek to lips; tongue nearly forcing past Crow's lips to lay claim to theirs. They pressed up against him, legs almost immediately locking around his hips.
Arsenic fumbled in his own excitement, needing to guide himself inside of them. Crow let out a breath, arms wrapping up around his back as he started slow. Each thrust was gentle, their breathing slowly falling into line, their lips locked into their own passions. His hands pressed into the mattress, trying to keep himself steady.
"Crow…"
Both stilled, Arsenic catching his breath, hand resting on their chest. Their heart was absolutely racing… Eyes soft, their expression matching, "Yeah?"
He didn't respond, not verbally. A smile was only present on his lips, "God… what did I ever do t' deserve ya…"
They chuckled, pulling him down for a kiss, lips brushing against his as they spoke, "You took a chance… gave me a kiss…"
Public: 14 for Sweetjane x Ripper. Hier sind kekse.
@bleumanouche || Location Based Smut Prompts
Public #14: inside an abandoned house.
This takes places before the duo would be officially married, but sometime soon, I feel. Ripper wanting to show off some of his old stomping grounds. And yes, I did the math, It would take like seven days to walk from Boston to Atlantic City. This was not easy to do as apparently there are ZERO walking paths into AC. I may have been able to sneak in that thing you mentioned to me about Sweetjane finding some old pictures of Rips before the war too. I clearly wanted to write. I didn't realize just how much I did. Whoops. This is a long one; my longest prompted writing, I do believe. I honestly had to break early with how long this was. Please send help.
As always, lemme know if I need to change anything up on her vocal quirks; her's is super unique and I don't wanna mess it up!
MDNI🔞: 18 + CONTENT UNDER CUT
Word Count: 2,302
The trip down to Jersey had been longer than normal; though Ripper had an excuse this time around. There wasn’t a chance in hell that he was going to let Sweetjane even try to stay up for the entire nearly five day trip it was going to take just to even make it to the border of New Jersey, let alone the additional two days to specifically get to his old stomping grounds. He wasn’t exactly sure what would’ve been left of Atlantic City, but it would’ve been nice to even see.
He’d doubted that there would’ve been much of anything involving his childhood home, especially after his parents had moved a bit further north once his grandmother had needed more medical attention. But, he’d spent a good nearly thirty years of his life in the old gambling city and he wanted to share what was still left with his soon-to-be wife. Maybe it’d be a decent settlement, someone got some of the casinos up and running somewhat proper, even if they were just playing games like caravan. Just to have a little bit of fun.
Not to mention, it had been the first time in a while since he’d really just gotten to spend time with the one he loved; just him and her. Yeah, they spent time together, but they were still in fairly public settings… Too close to other people where he could whisk her away when the mood felt right and not get the looks before or after the fact. It wasn’t a secret by any means, they were just sometimes annoying.
“How much long’a till we get there, Rippa?” Sweetjane couldn’t help but yawn as she spoke, the sun was just starting to set.
“Mol’s takin’ her time, innit she?” he hummed, “She’s probably gettin’ tired too. If I’m right, we’re just gettin’ outta Absecon now. We’ll probably hit Atlantic City by complete nightfall. We can stop for th’ night if ya want, though.”
“Nah, le’s get ‘ere. Get th’ whole day ta look around in th’ mornin’.”
“Sounds like a plan,” he hugged Sweetjane close to his side, nearly pulling her into his lap, “Just remember, you can lay down if ya want. I think I can steer Molly by myself for another few miles.”
Despite his suggestion, Sweetjane stayed away, cuddled up close to Ripper. He kept his arm tight around her waist, making sure she was stable on the seat of the carriage. He knew he could protest to her staying awake as much as he wanted, she’d stay up to be with him longer. It was fine, he certainly didn’t have a problem with it, especially since he knew he’d hopefully be seeing the city’s light cresting over some settlement walls soon enough.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t to be. A roadblock ahead caused him to perk into high alert. He carefully shifted Sweetjane to the side, pulling up the bandanna he’d kept around his neck. There was just something about the area; they were either completely fine with ghouls or hated their guts, there was no in between. He didn’t want to know what this area was like. As they’d gotten closer, he started to suspect that it had been raiders trying to get a quick cap or two off of passing traders and caravans.
“We’re gonna take a detour; I don’t trust these guys,” Ripper furrowed his brow, trying to get his brahmin to turn on the nearby intersection. He could see the group take aim at him, him keeping his hand on his own gun, though they never fired. The next road was a few miles away.
“Well… guess we’re takin’ a trip t’ the childhood home,” Ripper kept his eyes forward now, unsure of what exactly they’d find.
“Ya gonna be good with ‘at?” Sweetjane looked to her partner as he pulled the bandanna back down, seeing him shrug before she’d even finished her question, “It is what it is. Knew Gamma kept the house even though she basically lived with my parents full time just outside’a Morristown, but who knows what over two-hundred years has done t’ it, y’know?”
“If yer alright wit it.”
In all honesty, he wasn’t sure if he would be or not. He hadn’t seen his childhood home in nearly thirteen years, not including the time that had passed from the bombs. This area seemed to be worse for wear, but not terrible. However, looters were still a thing and his grandmother did have a lot of stuff people would have long since used for scrap for other things. Part of him hoped that it would’ve been left relatively alone.
It had taken a little bit longer, but his grandmother’s old house was soon in view. It had seemed unharmed; graffiti on the outside, but structurally sound. He pulled Molly and the cart around the back of the house, helping Sweetjane down before taking her hand, “Let’s get inside before it gets too late.”
He went to push open the door, finding it was locked. Sweetjane watched his shoulder drop slightly in his sigh, having her take a step back. Firmly planting a foot in the earth, his forcefully kicked the door, foot connecting below the handle. He gave another kick, the door swinging open.
Sweetjane approached, resting her hand on his forearm, “Ya alright?”
“Yeah… Just… didn’t think I’d ever have t’ break into my grandmother’s house.”
“Ey, means ‘er stuff’s gotta be safe, right?”
“Yeah, probably. Dunno how long it’s been since she’s actually been in th’ house.”
She took his hand again, gently pulling Ripper inside. He’d kept his gaze to the floor, not wanting to see the state of what it could have been. Fingers lightly caressed his jaw, forcing him to look up, the feeling in his heart mixed.
The place had been completely untouched by time. A thick layer of dust, but everything remained where it was. He was breathless when he did speak, “It’s still… It’s all still here…”
“How ya holdin’ up?”
“I’m just… I’m stunned. Nobody’s tried breaking in or anything… I’m thankful… but god, didn’t realize how not ready I was t’ see this.”
He took Sweetjane’s hand, leading her through the kitchen and into the living room, talking about his childhood in the house, every story he could remember, his tension seeming to leave as he shared his life with her. And Sweetjane was quite happy to hear the stories, getting to further understand her partner’s life.
“Ah… y’know what? Lemme get somethin’ in front of th’ door. Go make yourself at home, wanna make sure we’re safe. God knows how close people are t’ here.”
Ripper went back to the kitchen and Sweetjane started to look through the various knicknaks that littered almost every single shelf. Her eyes specifically stopped on a worn box between some books. She pulled it out, carefully taking the lid off, not wanting to damage it or whatever may be inside.
Photos aged with the time, the yellowed paper begging to be viewed. Using the lid of the box to clear some of the dust off the couch, she sat, shuffling through the photos. Reading the backs of each photo before actually viewing them. Most of them were labeled with Ripper’s former name, Joseph, the year it was taken, and a location. One photo in particular made her set the entire box down, her just admiring the man in the photo.
He’d been sitting on a railing, in a conversation with somebody out of frame, a large smile on his lips, features of his face just slightly obscured by his long, wispy hair. Patches littered his pants, all looking home made, leather jacket sporting some, though not nearly as many as his pants did. She couldn’t make out any of the words or anything on them.
Soon enough, Ripper had returned, sitting next to her, “Whatcha got there?”
“Found some pict’as,” she showed Ripper the one she’d had in her hand. Rather than seeing him brighten, he seemed to shrink into himself slightly, “Damn… I really have changed… haven’t I?”
“Ey, ‘at ain’t a bad thing.”
“Yeah… but… damn. I dunno, ‘s different when ya see th’ difference, y’know?”
“Chiriklo,” Sweetjane’s voice was firm, “Th’ yea’ on this is 2064, how old were ya?”
“Shit, I was twenty-three. Cody was three, I was in my… third semester of college, I think. Amelia took this picture… think we found out a month later she was pregnant with Amy.”
“Yeh, so ya were still a babe. C’mere…”
Ripper kept his eye on Sweetjane, though he didn’t really move. She put the picture down, opting to move herself, pushing him back against the couch and straddling him, “People grow an’ change. ‘S life. I don’ care what ya looked like then an’ I don’ care what ya look like now. Yer still my Rippa. My Chiriklo.”
Hands worked under his shirt, causing a small gasp, “Oh, Tesoro…”
He drew his hands to her thighs, sliding them beneath her skirt so he could touch skin. He savored the touch, his own hands wandering up closer and closer to her hips; his fingers eventually able to brush against her groin. He brushed his thumb against her bud, watching her take a small breath at the sudden touch. His hands shifted back to her joints, guiding her slightly to rock her hips against him. She did and he took a breath, having to pull his hands away to free himself from his pants.
Just as he went to guide himself to her entrance, Sweetjane took over, causing Ripper to let out a breath. His gaze fell low, watching his cock press deep into her cunt. He rested on hand on her ass, grip somewhat tight as he let her take lead. He lit up watching her rock her hips against him, watching his cock dipping inside of her with each arch. He used his free hand to push up her top, rough finger teasing her perking nipple. She brought herself down quick as she gasped, rising a groan from the ghoul as well.
“Fuck… ya know just what t’ do… always…” Ripper breathed out, guiding Sweetjane to try and move a bit faster. He arched his own hip slightly, giving small thrusts each time she brought herself down on him. He felt her breath quicken, muscles tightening as they pressed on with their consummation.
“C’mere…” Ripper lightly pressed against her shoulder, pulling her against his chest. He wanted to draw her in for a kiss; one that he savored completely. He pressed his tongue into her mouth, tangling his fingers into her hair, keeping her as close as humanly possible. He felt her swallow a moan as she neared a climax, him feeling how on edge she was.
“Rippa…”
“Your doin’ amazin’…”
Sweetjane went to sit up slightly, Ripper resting his hand between the small swells of her breasts. Oh was her heart absolutely racing… He was surprised that she wasn’t being louder, how on edge he knew she was.
“C’mon… give in… I know ya want to…”
The low croon of Ripper’s voice, it had been just enough to get exactly what he’d asked; her letting out a loud moan in her climax, hips dropping down to completely take his cock inside her. He continued to guide her to keep moving, though, his thrust growing a bit stronger, more rhythmic. He wasn’t showing a sign of stopping anytime soon; not that either one of them seemed to care. Neither cared if people could hear them, for the night? This was their house.
Both hands fell to her hips now as he went to take over her movement, letting her just relax and enjoy the rest of the ride. She arched back up, her hands supporting against his thighs as he held her steady to take over his pace. Nearly every thrust rose some sort of whimper or moan from Sweetjane; his own voice trying to encourage her to make more noise. It was just them… as far as he was concerned. If their tryst attracted the attention of passerbys… Well, hope they enjoyed the show.
Ripper rolled his head back against the dusty cushion to let out his own groan on one particular thrust inward. Sweetjane shifted so she could look at Ripper, “Rippa please.”
This raised a snort with a small laugh, “Impatient are we?”
She moved, pressing herself up against him, him letting out another groan, “F-fuck…”
Another thrust and he felt her fingers curl into his shoulders, “Tease.”
He couldn’t even complete his thrust upon his release, pressing himself completely inside as he let out a moan. Sweetjane bared down slightly as well, her letting out a shaky breath following her own moan. Ripper inhaled, his hands wandering up her waist to rest at her ribs, fingers brushing against her skin, “Goddamn… Never gonna get over how fuckin’ amazin’ ya are…”
Ripper went to push up from the couch, “C’mon, I’ll bring ya t’ my old room. Sleep in a normal bed t’night.”
Not giving her a chance to even get up, Ripper easily scooped Sweetjane up into his arms, keeping her tucked close to his chest. She’d seemed fairly zoned out at that point, a momentary bliss from the long travels the two had. Providing her that relaxation was always a happy plus for him.
A small struggle to get into the bedroom and Sweetjane soon found her bed against the bed, the ghoul’s larger frame quickly tucked up against her side. She rolled over to face Ripper, him hugging her close against his chest, “Go t’ sleep, darlin’. We’ll get t’ Atlantic City tomorrow. Jus’ spend an extra day there.”
→ Word Count: 837
→ Warnings: None (Too mild for mature warnings)
→ Characters: Ripper, Sweetjane
→ Another received prompt; rewritten
All fell quiet as after the duo had finished their throw of passion; the only noise having been the occasional deep breath as they’d calmed down for the night. Ripper rolled up onto his side, pulling Sweetjane close against his chest; his fingertips lazily dancing along her skin as he reveled on the fact that this was still so absolutely real. She was real. A woman who he loved that loved him back; and so absolutely attractive to boot. It still made his mind reel every time his mind fell on that the thought.
People came and went, as was life. They lived, they loved, life moved on… they died. Rinse and repeat, year after year. It had made him genuinely scared to get close to anybody, especially smoothskins. They eventually died and it was something that got harder and harder to deal with. And yet, there he was, not only getting close to one, but one he’d long since considered his partner. And one that he’d hope would last for as long as he could possibly let it last.
He’d practically memorized every little bit of her body. Where every scar was and how tenderly he’d be able to trace his fingers down them. Each spot that would make her giggle or squirm as he brushed against it. Every little contour of her body from the crook of her neck all the way down to the softness of her thighs; he burned it all into his mind. He never wanted to forget the one who gave him a chance… Who would have thought he’d ever meet his better half…
“What’s on yer mind?” he’d heard her hum, him melting at her voice as he felt her wriggle in his arms. Hands gently cupped his cheeks, him taking the time to savor feeling her thumbs brush against his ruined skin. A feeling that he never expected to be able to feel, but one that was oh so welcome.
“Everything… just… god…” he let out a low laugh, her feeling the rumble in his chest, “Doesn’t matter how long… It’s still so amazing that you’re here. You’re… mine.”
His hands slid down her back, fingertips brushing along her spine before parting ways to grip at her hips, desperate to keep her close. Like if he didn’t, she’d disappear. She pulled him in for a soft kiss, “An’ its gonna stay dat way, ya hear?”
“Oh, I know, he hummed, returning the kiss before continuing, ”Y’know… I could get used t’ this… Every night in bed with you-“ another kiss ”-laying beside me. No more of this running around everywhere t’ meet up.“
“Ain’t gonna be too much longa now,” she returned his him, keeping herself tucked close. A finger twitched against her hip as he nodded, “Just gotta take one last trip back t’ Jersey, see if I can’t find somethin’ I lost a long while back. And then it’ll be us.”
“An’ th’ kids.”
He watched her lip curl into a smile, only making his own brighter.And the kids… A full family… If only it could be fuller.
Her fingers lightly brushed along his cheeks, following the contour of his dimples, long since hidden away by the radiation scarring. He loved the feeling, dull little sparks as they trailed along his ruined skin. He pressed his face forward into her hands, pecking at her nose. She went to pull back, knowing exactly what had been reeling in the elder’s head, but an arm locking tight around her waist kept her from pulling back any further. The tip of her nose was lightly held between his teeth, a smirk playing on his lips. She couldn’t help but laugh, moving to press against his chest to pull back. He pulled back to give her a proper kiss once more, a laugh catching in his own throat.
“Yer such a weirdo,” she pulled back from the kiss with a laugh, shifting a hand to brush her finger along what was left of his nose ridge. He shut his eyes at the feeling; that spot in particular having the most feeling still.
“Ya love me,” he purred, trailing kisses from her nose down her cheek, and then to her jawline. He skipped over the neck due to the collar, feeling her breath in as he laid his kisses everywhere between her collarbone and the swell of her breasts. His hands fell to her hips, rolling her back over on her back, him shifting to straddle her. He’d thought he’d been settled for the night, but the night was still young… and he had all the time in the world. He was going to spend every waking second he could with her.
He shifted up to look at her, smile soft, “Kinda wanna hear ya singin’ again…”
“What’re ya waitin’ fer den?” Legs locked around his hips, her pulling him down into a deep kiss. Just like every other night… he desperately wished it would never end. Hopefully soon, it wouldn’t…
→ Word Count: 1502
→ Warnings: X (Explicit Sexual Conduct)
→ Characters: Ripper, Sweetjane
→ Prompt that was received, unfortunately, my fingers moved faster than my hands while cleaning up my tumblr drafts. Prompt was to use the sentence "Shh, do you want someone to walk in on us with your cock in me?”
All was quiet in The Slog. With the exception of the guards, everyone had been asleep; the fruits of their labor (full pun intended) sitting in baskets in the communal kitchen, drying off to be divided off between the trade and settlement use in the morning. Rather… most everyone had been asleep. A particular duo had been up, tanned ghoul leading his wife quietly to one of those baskets to steal a few of the tarberries. A small handful each wouldn’t have been missed…
Ripper placed about eight tarberries in Sweetjane’s hand, grabbing his own before making his way over to the couch and flopping down; grabbing Sweetjane’s wrist and pulling her down to lay against him chest. She had to stifle her laugh, not wanting to wake anybody. The two silently enjoyed the fresh berries, every so often stealing kisses between their bites.
A low hum came from the ghoul as he pressed his lips just above her collar, “Damn… ‘s been a while doin’ stuff like this.”
“What’s dat?” Sweetjane returned the hum, amused.
“Sneakin’ outta th’ house with the woman I love? Forgot how fun it was.”
Rolling over, the albino woman rested her hands against his chest, “Ya did dis often?”
“Oh yeah,” he chuckled quietly, “’Specially when I was younger. T’ be honest, Cody probably would’ve come along when we’d actually planned t’ try for him if we hadn’t.”
His hands fell to her hips, lightly massaging her skin. She tucked against him as he did, nuzzling her nose against his collarbone. Lips lightly brushed against her forehead, “C’mon, before we get caught stealin’ th’ produce.”
Lips connected for a moment before Sweetjane reluctantly pushed herself up from the couch. Ripper pushed himself into a seated position, eyes trained on his pale wife’s frame. He swallowed, eyes flicking across her body as she danced across the floor. Well… nothing said that he couldn’t relive his youth just one more time…
Just as Sweetjane neared the kitchen counters, she could hear the quiet footsteps rushing up behind her, arms tight around her waist. She let out a gasp, covering her mouth to muffle her excitement once Ripper lifted her up off the ground, spinning around for a moment before dropping her back to her feet. Pulling her into a hip sway, Ripper pressed his lips to her shoulder for just a moment. As his lips left her skin, she turned, pushing the ghoul back towards the chairs that’d been sitting in the corner.
Ripper fell back against the chair, wife quickly seated against his lap. Hips shifted lightly and a soft groan was heard from the ghoul. He gripped at her hips, holding her steady, “Tesoro…”
“Easy, Chiriklo… Take yer time…”
Despite the request to be slow, even Sweetjane really couldn’t restrain herself. Ripper’s sweatpants were awkwardly shimmied down as Ripper went to cup her breast. A rough thumb brushed against her perking nipple, hand otherwise gentle against her skin. His free hand fell between her legs, gently rubbing against her.
He felt her chest expand slightly in her inhale, bucking against his hand slightly. There was caution as he slipped his middle finger inside of her, spreading her open slightly with his ring and index finger. He curled his finger slightly, massaging her slowly before shifting his hand slightly to press his ring finger inside as well. She released her breath as he slowly pumped his fingers inside of her. The hand that’d been fondling her breast traveled to her back, gently pushing her forward so he could lightly nip at her skin.
“Rippa…” she whined quietly, rolling her hip against his hand. He stilled, thumb swiping against her bud to stop her from talking. He growled against her skin, “Ya said t’ take my time…”
He wasn’t going to say how much he just wanted to drop her down onto his cock, completely press inside of her and just hold himself still… savor in her warmth…
Attention was brought to his wrist, feeling her hands trying to pull his hand away from her groin. He did oblige, hand trailing to her ass to grip it tightly. Sweetjane seemed to have read his mind, though was a bit less calm in what his thought was. Ripper moaned out at the sudden feeling of tightness on his cock; covering his mouth at the last minute realizing just how loud he’d been.
“Shh, do ya want someone ta walk in on us wit yer cock in me?” The teasing croon in Sweetjane’s voice only pushed Ripper to grip tighter at her ass, biting at her breast again. He pulled back, lightly licking where he’d bitten, shifting to press his lips beneath her jaw, “Ya started it…”
She drew herself along his cock, making him take a sharp breath to swallow his groan, “An’ I kin finish it…”
“Take your time,” he teased. He saw her brow perk, moving to do the exact opposite of what he’d said. Both hands shifted to her ass, gripping the soft flesh tightly as he pressed his face against her chest; licking, kissing, and biting hungrily at her breast. Sweetjane had to bite her lip to keep her own voice down, knowing he wanted to return the favor she’d given him. She wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction… Not in the pool house anyways.
The duo were acutely aware of the guards shuffling about outside as they patrolled their posts, the soft movement of fabric against the bed sheets when the other ghouls of the settlement would move about in their sleep. Nothing that sounded inherently like someone walking on the tile near the living space, however…
Fingers gripped at Sweetjane hips tightly as she drew herself up Ripper’s cock; him almost forcibly pushing her back down so she was seated in his lap. Sweetjane held her breath, rolling her hip against his to rise anything from him. She watched his jaw clench and his Adams apple bob as he swallowed down his groan. His yellowed eyes seemed to pierce the dimness of the night, flicking about her body as he just admired the woman that he had his cock deep inside.
“Rippa… We gotta finish eventually…”
“Yeah… just… fuckin’ hell, you’re amazing…”
Another roll of hips and Ripper bucked his own upward, knocking Sweetjane off balance slightly. As much as he wanted to just completely lose control, the risk was too great to be caught. Not that he hadn’t caught others in the act as well… but it was different when he was the one in it and with his spouse at that.
Ripper finally let Sweetjane take back control, letting her keep as such until they both finally reached their climax. The duo did still take their time to situate themselves before sneaking back off to their home. That had been worth it… Sweetjane took note of the additional pep in her husband’s step. Settling for the night was quite easy as well…
***
As the morning came to an open, Ripper seemed to be the last one to actually roll out of bed for once. He’d noted that both of the kids and Sweetjane had already headed up to the pool house for breakfast. As he stepped out of his home, he’d seen Crow walking out of theirs; a surprising sight for him. Normally Crow was helping in the kitchen for breakfast. He called over to them, seeing that they were waiting for him to step over.
“C’mon, let’s get some grub, ‘m starvin’,” Ripper lightly ribbed his friend, though they didn’t seem to move. He glanced back to them, concerned, “Ya alright, Crow?”
He could see that they seemed to be holding back some sort of emotion… though what it was wasn’t exactly easy to tell. Finally, a smirk perked at their lip and they nearly saw the color drain from his face; the words escaping their lips easily, “Have fun last night?”
“You gotta be kidding me…”
“Did you forget that I learned how to walk quietly?! I just wanted a drink! Your wife’s a pretty lady, don’t get me wrong, but I really didn’t want to see her tits. Or you two fucking for that matter.”
“Ey, ain’t like ya never saw me naked b’fore; wouldn’t be any different than if we were all together in a communal shower. But… let’s keep this to ourselves, alright? Know me an’ her both don’t mind stuff like that, but actually gettin’ caught is a different story.”
“Y-yeah.”
Ripper tucked Crow against his side, “B’sides, I saw you an’ Arsen that night we had that picnic too. Surprised, kinda figured ya were a strictly bedroom kinda ghoul. Makes us even.”
The younger groaned, “Can we just go to breakfast please? I’m sure Sweetjane and the kids are waiting. Arsen’s probably about ready to freak too; told him I wanted to sleep in.”
This rose a laugh, “Yeah, c’mon, let’s go. Maybe once the day’s started, we’ll forget all about this.”
