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In Denial Ch2
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In Denial Ch2
Consider me the smut postman, as I’ve popped a package on your ao3 doorstep 🔥
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
💕
Catching feelings. 💕🚬
Oh wait, you’re 9262 on AO3? Lmao I thought that profile pic looked familiar. Dude, I love your fallout dead dove fics!! They inspired me to embrace my own freak brain and write some dead doves of my own! I love your work! 💕💕
Wait, is this ok? I don’t actually have a question to ask. Please ignore and delete if this is not ok. Sorry to bother.
Yesss that's me hehe thank you!!! I love that so much, I highly recommend everyone try writing some dead dove stuff, it can be really cathartic but it's also just really fun. (pissing off the antis is a double win)
No bother at all :) I'll have to check yours out, I am behind on reading tbh
made while listening to too sweet by hozier
A beast in the business of selling forgiveness
oneshot
fandom: Fallout TV Show (Lucy MacLean/Cooper Howard)
rating: Explicit
additional tags: SMUT (face fucking, dirty talk, priest kink)
summary:
Lucy doesn’t know what she’s getting into, asking the Ghoul to play the part of her confessor. He wasn’t about to warn her he knows how to work a script.
preview:
“I’m talkin’ ‘bout all that can-do spirit you got coursin’ through ya. It’s fading, ain’t it? Lots of blood on yer hands now. It seeps in. Muddies the water.”
And sticks out so vividly against the blue of her suit.
“Wanna know what’ll help with that? A little absolution.”
The voice that seeped through the intricate design next was honeyed. Warm and smooth. It pooled on the floor of the small space, and Lucy’s boots stuck fast. She couldn’t believe it belonged to the same person whose laugh sent chills down her spine.
“Dontcha want someone to take away some of that weight you carry? ‘Course you do–ain't it heavy, carryin’ it alone?”
“Well–”
I AM WRITING SMUT
Question
One mug is destined for public decoration.
One mug will be a themed -literal- vessel of writing fuel.
I cannot stress how important this decision is.
So...Lucy or Cooper: peak Fallout appreciation or write the god damn chapters?
