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In Denial Ch2

Consider me the smut postman, as I’ve popped a package on your ao3 doorstep 🔥

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Catching feelings. 💕🚬

#ghoulcy #fallout #fallout fanart #the ghoul #cooper howard #lucy maclean #vaultghoul

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

#T___T #ghoulcy #fallout #dead dove do not eat

made while listening to too sweet by hozier

#fallout #fallout tv series #ghoulcy #vaultghoul #my art #procreate

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–”