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♥ hurt me ♥
collection of nsfw prompts involving violence, blood, and all the like. send +reverse to reverse the action.
[ CHOKE ] sender chokes receiver as foreplay
[ CLAW ] sender rakes nails or claws over the receiver's body during
[ KNIFE ] sender holds a knife to the receivers neck drawing blood
[ STEP ] sender has their foot on the receiver's chest, keeping them down
[ CHAINS ] sender chains receiver up to tease them relentlessly
[ STAB ] sender introduces a knife during; causing wounds to the receiver
[ LICK ] sender causes receiver to bleed, licks the blood from the wound
[ SUCK ] sender causes receiver to bleed, hungrily sucking the blood from the wound
[ BITE ] sender trails bites that break skin down receivers body
[ CHOKEHOLD ] sender holds receiver down by the neck while roughly fucking them
[ CLAIM ] sender carves their name into the receiver during
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For the longest time, Max hated the wasteland and everyone as well as everything in it, except his best friend Dane. That all changed when he met Lucy. She was the best thing about being in the wasteland and also the best thing about leaving the Brotherhood.
Max could keep Lucy in his arms forever, but it wasn't safe for them to stay out in the open, so when she reluctantly removed herself from his arms, he let her. He grins brightly, taking her hand. "Forty-five minutes? That's nothing, but it'll give us time to catch up." He shrugs one shoulder a bit before speaking. "I left the Brotherhood. They stole the Cold Fusion from those people in Sandy Shades."
It seemed like an impossibility – to find someone who understood you in The Wasteland. But Lucy and Maximus were like two pieces of a puzzle. In a world on fire, he was like an oasis. She believed in him, that he was good. The best thing that she discovered since leaving her vault.
Honestly Lucy could stay in Maximus’ arms forever. They made her feel safe, even if she wasn’t. But she knew they couldn’t. So reluctantly she removed herself from his arms. But with a smile on her lips, she offered him her hand. “Let’s go – it’s about a forty-five-minute walk. We’ll be able to make it if we hurry. What happened after I left? What have you been up to?”
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@hcartsleeved asked: what are you talking about? i'm not leaving you here! (joel or tommy?)
OOPS! ALL ANGST! PROMPTS | Accepting
Joel finished pounding the guy's face in with his fist. He stands up, turning to look at her, blood dripping off of his knuckles. "I said to go, damn it. I'll catch up." He says, picking up the guy's gun off the ground, he checks it for ammo and turns it over in his hands before holding it out to her.
"I won't tell you a second time. Go now!"
He curses as they are soon surrounded.
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"I know they would've. They tried to knight me, they think I killed Sandy Shade's leader." He explains, reaching up to wipe away the tear that had slipped down her cheek after she allowed him to pull back. "It's okay, as long as you're okay. Did that Ghoul hurt you?" He asked, curious. He knew he'd never stand a chance against the Ghoul without his power armor, but he wanted to let her know he was there to protect her.
"The Brotherhood would have killed me, and I had to go after my dad..." she explained anyway, holding him even tighter before allowing him to pull back. A tear slipped along her cheek, and she looked down, "We lost track of him again, we think he may be going to DC now... I'm so sorry, Max... For everything he did."
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"I'm your masterpiece just like you're my muse when it comes to poetry."
"I do know that, but not as much as I love you."
"You know I enjoy drawing you. Especially when you don't really notice when you're relaxed. I mean your smile is something of a masterpiece in and of itself."
"I love you, you know that?"
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The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy
I tried to scroll past this. I really did
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He didn't care how much she had aged, she still looked as beautiful as the day they met. He hadn't come home to her just yet, he still had to make sure he righted the timeline before doing anything like that.
"That's great." He smiles, ducking his head a bit before lifting his eyes to look up at her.
"I am. I'm just realizing everything I've been missing and am missing by not being with you."
Her hair has grayed, there are wrinkles at the corners of her eyes and smile lines around her mouth, signs of a life well lived, and here he is looking the same as the day he came home to her.
Her best guess, he hadn't decided to come home yet.
"I'm happy." That was the truth, her forty-ninth birthday was in two days, and yes true that "security breech" which in hindsight was without a doubt Steve, meant lots of paperwork for Peggy. But she was so happy.
"Darling, are you alright?"
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"We both know he's going to tell me to go away, just not in such a nice way." He looks down like a child who is being scolded. He turns his body away from her, curling his hands into his pant legs. He looks up at her when he spots her movement out of the corner of his eye.
He pushes his brows together in slight confusion. "I.. I don't spend much time on the ground. I spend it climbing and sneaking into places to save children or to stop the Templars." He knows it's a pitiful attempt at an excuse but he stands by it.
He rubs at the back of his head. "I'm sorry.. I've been lost in my own little world, I didn't see the signs or pay much attention to what others have said about how your father treats you." He stands up, reaching for his coat and shirt.
"If you believe your statements then why have you not spoken to my father about courting me? If I'm so exceptional and apparently worth fighting someone for, what on earth has been stopping you, Mr. Frye, from courting me?" She wanted to ask him why he hadn't tried to protect her, but part of her felt like that would be twisting the metaphorical knife. Annabelle took a clean rag and after getting it wet wiped away the make up on her face, showing the bruises that her father had inflicted on her.
"You spend enough time in Whitechapel, you have to have heard about how my father mistreats me? About how I don't matter to my father in the slightest?" She asked.
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He hated being away from her but he had to make sure no one was going to sneak up on them while she rested and while he kept her company.
"You're welcome." He replies, teeth showing as he grins a bit at her. "I can't imagine how." He pauses and sucks air in through his teeth. "At least it's not a rotten tooth in you." He spoke, trying to make her smile or something. "It looks like it'll close on its own, but we can look for something to close it, just in case. I mean I'm just a soldier, not a doctor."
She doesn't like waking without him close to her - it makes her think he never came back, that she imagined it all, and he's still there, with her dead mother.
Clearly, she has some things to work on.
"Yeah... thank you," she keeps looking at Max even as she lifts her shirt to show him the wound, starting to feel a little more at peace now that something bad has happened again, because she can stop holding her breath waiting for it. "I'll be fine, I had worse."
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"You're a mess, a damn bloody mess. Like a child." He shakes his head a bit, turning to whistle sharply for Dogmeat to come along before he turns back to her and points straight ahead. "Let's go..." He pauses, a sly smirk tugging at his lips, or what's left of them. "Or do I need to hold your hand?" He asks, stepping toward her. "Don't get too grateful, you haven't even seen the ravine yet."
｡.｡:∞♡* as he makes his path around her , she keeps her doe set eyes down , gnawing roughly on her bottom lip as she is assessed ; or so it seems to her . " y---yes , sir it ... it s---seems so . " she admits . " but ... I n---never m--meant to . " she assures , like she had to for some reason . she flinches at the sound he makes , like , due to her anxiety , it causes a blast to go off right in her ears . " not h---hurt .... just ... just r---red . " she replied , though this is because she isn't sure . " w---water .. o---okay , thank y---you , sir . I am v--very g--grat--grateful . " she says , like he had been the one to place the water there himself , and she owed him the greatest deal of gratitude . ｡.｡:∞♡*
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Hank puts a hand on Justin's head and sighs a bit, ruffling the boy's hair. "I'm proud of you, son. But we still have to talk to the principal and see what your punishment is. You're going to be good and take it like a man if you get suspended or detention."
"My friend got jumped during gym class, dad. I couldn't let that happen. So I helped him beat the other guy's ass." He says truthfully.
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He knows all about everything that went down two centuries ago, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to know where his wife... Ex-wife is.
Cooper squints a bit as he looks down at her. "I know. It's part of the reason we separated. I listened in on some of her conversations when she was with Bud and the other Vault owners. I didn't think they'd actually do it." He puts his hands on her cheeks, pressing his forehead against hers. "I know and I intend to make them all pay. I still love your mother even if she is evil."
Her and her mother.
Janey suddenly questions everything she's heard from Moldaver, wondering if he knows what went down two centuries ago.
Something bad had happened. Many somethings had happened, and Janey had never quite learned how to give bad news.
"Mom is evil," she blurts out, looking up to him, "She's Vault Tec, you know they are evil, right?" She has to make sure that he knows this, because if he doesn't they will eat him alive. Wiping a few tears, that felt beyond strange, she continued. "They did this. They dropped the bomb, they did everything that happened to us."
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Soft Intimacy Meme
Send one to…
😴 - Curl up next to my sleeping muse
🤐 - Come to my muse with a secret
🧥 - Wrap a coat around my muse
💉 - Help my muse take a shot
✂️ - Cut my muse’s hair
🎈 - Bring my muse something to cheer them up
🤗 - Sneak up behind my muse and hug them
🎸 - Teach my muse how to play the guitar
🍙 - Bring my muse something to eat
🥤 - Bring my muse a drink
🍻 - Bring my muse an alcoholic drink
🌺 - Put a flower in my muse’s hair
🛁 - Take a bath with my muse
🚿 - Take a shower with my muse
🎮 - Show my muse video game cheats
⚽️ - Teach my muse a sport
🌱 - Plant seedlings with my muse
🤛🏼 - Show my muse how to throw a proper punch
📕 - Read to my muse
🧢 - Put a hat on my muse
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@hacker-codeq asked: "hey. you look tired. you alright?" - To bucky
when it gets hard || sentence starters. | Accepting
Bucky waves a hand at him, nodding sleepily. "I'm fine, trust me." He tries to move but almost falls over since his body is trying to shut down. Okay so he wasn't fine, but he had important things to do, he couldn't be falling asleep now. Sleep was for the weak anyway.
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Walton Goggins as Cooper "The Ghoul" Howard in Fallout
— Season One
#Cooper Howard | The Ghoul; self#A ghoul's best friend (Dogmeat; self)#there's a room where the queue can't find you
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[text]: Now that's no fun. Always being loved or hated by others.
[text]: To answer your question, yes I do.
[text]: I've been watching you for a while.
[text]: I love you like the moon loves the night
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The show doesn't come out and say it but I'm guessing Cooper and Barb Howard got divorced/separated because Barb found out Cooper was spying on her/listening in on her conversations.
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