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bisexualiteaa · 3 days

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Domestic Serenity

Soft Cooper Howard (The Ghoul) x Fem reader

Synopsis: You and Cooper return to your settlement you set up, it being the closest thing you could call a home on those harsh days in the sun and from the rad storms. After too many close run it’s lately out in the wastelands, Cooper comes home from the market to appreciate the closest thing you guys have to a post apocalyptic little slice of domestic life and show you how much he cares about you.

CW: Smut MDNI! Slight OOC Cooper, slight deviance from the show, oral (fem receiving) dirty talk, established relationship, unprotected sex, p in v, irradiated cream pie, p0rn w/o plot, reader has a southern accent, Cooper being a perv, Cooper makes a few crews jokes and one liners to reader

AN: so I’m relatively new to Fallout lore and such, but the hubby and I finished the Fallout TV series a week or so ago and like most others, Cooper Howard’s got me in a grip tighter than his lasso. 😮‍💨 Please be gentle, I pulled a little from Fallout 4 and the TV series in a meshing that I thought felt right. This is briefly proofread but I’m still new to all things Fallout but I hope I did our cowboy justice and I hope y’all enjoy!

You were doing laundry for the day in your house, or better yet, what you could call a house these days, at the little settlement you set up for you and Cooper to live, and some houses for a good few other people you’d met along the way to make it into a nice small town. There was plenty of food to go around from the growing gardens, fresh, clean water, some electricity to keep the gates protected from raiders and things of the like, but also for some street lights at night. It was like a nice little slice of life before the war, or the closest you could get to it anymore anyway, it was peaceful.

It was a particularly sweltering hot day outside, hotter than usual as the sun beat down on the sand, and your skin when you’d step foot outside for even just a few minutes. “Shew, it’s hotter than hell outside” you exclaim, feeling the rush of the hot air that funneled in when Cooper set foot through the door. You were thankful to have chosen a pair of shorts and a tank top to wear out of your small selection of other clothes when you woke up this morning. “Don’t half mind it. Means I get to watch you pad around the house in them lil’ shorts you got on” Cooper said as he shut the door finally, then dropped his saddlebag and things off at his feet, having just come back from a run to the market to grab the essentials like RadAway, Rad-X, Stimpacks and some other chems and things here and there to keep handy for when you both set back out on your travels. You heard his boots clomp heavily against the floor as he drug himself inside, his eyes traveling your figure as you were washing some clothes in a wash bin, watching you bend over and your ass shake a little when you would scrub hard enough at some stains. He gave a crude whistle at the sight, one you were used to him using as a form of expressing that he liked something, making a small grin stretch to your lips. “Somethin’ tells me you’d make one hell of a sexy housewife” he said, coming behind you and tapping your ass playfully to get you to stand back up. You gave a chuckle before swatting at his hands as you turned to face him, making him only grin wider. “Don’t threaten me with a good time. Although I’d miss wanderin’ the desert with you and all the shit we get up to” you said with a grin, putting the rag you had in hand over your shoulder as he stepped closer. “Like annoyin’ the piss outta me and stealin’ my kills?” He asked playfully, putting his hands gently on your hips to pull you into a kiss. You giggled in response as you put your hands against his chest to keep him close. “You love watchin’ me kill things with that big ol’ gun’a mine” you said in between kisses, making him hum in agreement with you, or maybe it was a groan at the thought because you were right, the sexiest thing to him was seeing you with a gun in hand, cocking it back after taking down raiders, roaches, scorpions, or whatever your target may be, with the confidence you do. He loved the excited “oh yeah!” Or “booyah!” You’d say to yourself afterwards too in celebration before you’d both rummage through whatever it was you downed. “Oh I absolutely do. Like it even better when it ain’t my bounties you’re droppin’ there, lil’ missy” he quipped, making you giggle again as he tapped your hip with his gloved hand before parting from you to let you get back at what you were doing. Also to watch you bend over some more, can’t restrain a dog once it’s loose. “Just be a quicker shot honey bun, then it won’t be a problem!” You joked, twirling the rag that was over your shoulders in your hands to wind it tight before cracking it against his ass, making him turn his head to look at you from over his shoulder all slow and intimidating like. “Oh it’s like that now, is it?” He asked, turning towards you some more, making you flash him a wide, deviant smile, knowing exactly what you did and that you’d likely be paying the consequences for it here in a few seconds. “Maybe it is! Whatchya gon’ do ‘bout it?” You asked with a widening grin the closer he got.

Before he gave you an answer, he picked you up, placing you over his shoulder with ease. You yelped playfully as he did, still sometimes surprised by the strength he carried before laughing as you started to wiggle in his grasp. “Fix that lil attitude of yours ya got goin’ on” he said, tapping his hand against your ass again, making you only laugh more as he started to walk out of the kitchen away from your chores. “Cooper! I was in the middle of somethin’ there, put me down!” You ordered through your relentless giggles as he continued to walk, almost slow at this point to torment you. “No can do sweetheart. Not ‘til you’ve nicened up” he said as he brought you to the bedroom and threw you on the bed but not too harshly. Just enough to see you bounce and hear you laugh. “I was in the middle of laundry! Your shirts’ll get all starchy an’ stiff if I don’t do it a certain way” you said, sitting up some and getting ready to get up but he sat down with you, which stopped you. He gave you a grin as he looked at the way your thighs were squeezed by the legs of your shorts, and how short they were sitting on you. “My shirts ain’t the only thing gettin’ stiff, I can tell ya that much” he said, making you swat at him once more as he gave a raspy laugh at your blush and facial expression in reaction. “You fiend. You ever thinkin’ with that head on your shoulders? Or just the one in your pants?” You asked with a smirk, knowing all too well the answer to that question, not that you minded one bit either. “I think we both know they’re about the same, I ain’t ever seen you complain about it” he said, making you chuckle as he leaned in and pulled you into another soft, loving kiss that you knew was going to lead to something much more. “Not one bit” you replied between kisses as his hands rested on your hips once more, giving you a nice squeeze while also doing what he could to keep you as close as he could get. He always had his hands on you in some way, sometimes in a suggestive way, but most times in a protective manner. He had to show the others and everyone out there in the commonwealth that no one fucks with, or gets between him and his girl. “C’mon take a break, laundry can wait. I ain’t seen you all day” he said, and he always did have a way with words that made you weak. “Only if ya promise me you won’t get mad if your shirts get stiff” you said, making him laugh. “I don’t give two shits about how them shirts feel, I just need you” he replied, making you smile as that happy twinkle came to your eyes, and gosh how they lit up every time you saw him. “Then I suppose the laundry can wait” you said with a soft giggle as he started to climb over top of you as you laid back against the bed again. Your hair fanned out around you against the pillows like a halo, your eyes half lidded as you looked up at him expectantly with those siren eyes he swore turned his mind into a frenzy. You smiled up at him with those pretty white teeth before he kissed you, feeling his hands wander your frame over your tank top and moving downward as your arms looped around him to pull him closer.

Your one hand removed his large hat, placing it off to the side as the kiss grew more heated, your tongues tangling in a fight for dominance with one another, a battle which he won. You moaned into it as one of his hands slipped beneath your tank top, surprisingly free of his gloves as he groped one of your breasts, tweaking your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. “Let’s get this off’a you” he said, bringing your tank top up and over your head then tossing it to the side to be forgotten until later, trailing his kisses down your neck to your chest that now laid bare and exposed to the air. You were always a sight to behold to him, no matter how many times you had sex, or how many times he’d just seen you naked or even half naked, he considered himself lucky that you chose him. When he looked at you, everything felt right in the world again, even out in desolate wasteland. When you looked at him, you looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky, like he was your whole world, and he was. “My beautiful lady” he complimented before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, working his tongue and thin cracked lips along it as he toyed with the other in his fingers, being sure to give them both the love they deserved. You moaned as he did, your back keening up off the mattress some at his touch. It had been a while since the last time you two had a chance to have sex, so needless to say you were more than receptive to his touches. You shut your eyes as your head fell back against the pillow, soft moans leaving your throat as he switched treatments, leaving behind nice little hickeys as a reminder of who you belonged to. You bit your lip and casted your gaze down onto him as you felt his lips begin to trail down your chest to your stomach, before he was resting between your legs. “Much as I like these, don’t think you’ll be needin’ ‘em right now” he said, unbuttoning and sliding his fingers into the waistband of your shorts before tugging them down and off from you, tossing them aside as haphazardly as he did with your top. His eyes delighted him when he saw you lying before him in lace, a commodity that’s damn hard to come by these days, making him whistle before making another sound of satisfaction at the sight. “And you were just gonna let this stay hidden? You’re like unwrappin’ a present” he said, making you giggle as he was careful with them as he slid them off you, but tossed them aside all the same. “You’re enough to make a man like me go feral darlin’, ya know that?” He said, making you chuckle once more. “Gettin’ you t’ act a fool is my favorite pass time” you replied, making him chuckle before he placed one of your legs over his shoulder, laying teasing butterfly kisses to your inner thigh that trailed slowly down to your aching cunt.

“Thought I’d pick up some RadAway while I was down at the market today for ya, that way I can give ya what you’ve been wantin’” he said as he sheathed himself fully inside, giving you a moment to breathe and accommodate to his size and the intrusion. You gave a happy little gasp that made him give a dark chuckle in response. “How romantic” you said teasingly but you were truly warmed by it, a bright smile on your face that joined with the blush that came from him already prodding at the apex of your cervix. “Anythin’ for you sweetheart. Besides, be a real shame if this sweet ass a yours looked like mine because of my doin’” he said, making you laugh. “Oh hush you, you’re mighty fine in my book” you said, pulling him into a soft sweet kiss. “For a cowpoke anyway” you added to tease, earning a sharp snap of his hips against yours in retaliation, making a loud moan leave your lips. “Wanna try that again, darlin’?” He asked, making you blush a bit brighter. “Was just kiddin’, shit. But if that’s what I gotta do t’ get ya t’ be rough with me, might just have to get on all them nerves of yours” you responded, making him smirk down at you, god he loved that attitude and humor you always about you, it’s one of the things that kept him going through all this. “If you want rough, all ya gotta do is ask. Fair warning, I don’t play nice when I do” he said, snapping his hips once more to hit deep inside of you, making your back arch up off the mattress once more. “Fuck, don’t want you to play nice. Want you t’ fuck me like you hate me” you said, making him chuckle as he quickly pulled out, making you whine at the loss of contact before you were abruptly rolled onto your stomach and his hand reached into your hair to pull your body into a harsh arch. “That dirty mind and mouth a yours’ll be both our undoin’ sweet cheeks” he said, bullying his way back into your pussy, starting a harsh pace that had your eyes rolling back as his hips slapped against your ass harshly. “You and I both know ya wouldn’t want me any other way” you quipped, making him chuckle as he yanked your hair to pull you back some more, earning a loud moan from you. “Look mighty tasty like this, I could just eat you alive” he said in a low growl, his lips and teeth sinking to your shoulder, leaving a bruise and teeth marks behind, marking and claiming you as his. He felt the way your walls squeezed around him as you whimpered pathetically with his bite, and the way you grew wetter as he did. “Fuck…Cooper” you moaned, making him chuckle as his hands gripped your hips, watching as you moved your hips back and met his thrusts hungrily. “Sure is a pretty sight, seein’ you split open on this cock. Hungry little thing, swallowin’ me the way you do. Tell me who this pretty pussy belongs to” he said, making you grin proudly at his praise. “‘s all yours baby, only for you” you replied as you felt the bed start to rock back and forth and heard it creaking beneath your bodies as he found that spot inside you liked so much. For as hot as it was outside, you two fucked like it was the only way to keep warm. “Damn straight. Fuck…” he groaned, enjoying the sight of your ass jiggling each time his cock entered then reentered you and the sounds you made when it would happen. “So close…please, don’t stop” you begged, knowing full and well he never had any intentions to, but the words flew from your mouth as if they were the only thing you knew to say. You felt one of his hands leave your hip, coming to reach and rub tight circles against your clit, making that coil in the pit of your stomach wind tighter. “Cum for me baby” he said, working you closer and closer to your peak that was just around the corner, all you needed was one last push and he knew it, he could feel it with the way your walls hugged him.

He bit down on your shoulder once more, making you moan as you toppled over the edge. Your walls clenched around him tightly, earning a groan from him as your cunt spasmed and milked him for everything he could give you. Your mouth laid open in a wide O shape as your back arched, keeping him deep inside of you as his release creeped up on him from yours. He let out a deep, feral growl as he came inside of you with his teeth sunk into your perfect skin, missing the feeling of what it was like to empty himself into someone again. You hummed contentedly as you felt him fill you up, a pleasant tingle running through you as he laved over the teeth marks with his tongue. “You alright, sugar? Wasn’t too rough with ya, was I?” He asked by your ear, littering your skin with kisses as one of his hands rubbed soothingly up and down your side. You gave a giggle. “You always act like you’re gonna break me” you replied, making him chuckle. “I just might if I ain’t careful, certainly ain’t known for being a softy for others sweetheart” he said, making you chuckle as he pulled out of you slowly, trying his best not to hurt or overstimulate you both, allowing you to turn around and look at him. “Maybe I’d like it if ya did, but no you didn’t go rough on me. Was perfect, as always” you responded flirtatiously but with a sweet smile, making him chuckle dryly once more. “Good, I’ll always take good care of my girl” he replied, leaning down to kiss you softly before grabbing a rag and wetting it to help clean you up. As he came back and spread your legs, he watched his seed leak from you, moving down your thighs. He gave a crude whistle. “Now that’s a sight” he said with a mischievous grin, making you roll your eyes with an entertained smile as he helped clean you up, laying a kiss to your inner thigh. “At least give me a little recovery time, I ain’t got that stamina you got yet” you said, making him laugh as he disposed of the rag and climbed back into bed with you. “And don’t worry, I had my Rad-X for the day. Though I gotta say, that’s a feeling that’s totally worth a little radiation sickness if ya ask me” you said, both of you giving a chuckle as you kissed him softly once more, your hand resting on his chest as you did. “Well, just t’ be safe, I got RadAway. Some for me to keep me from turnin’ feral and rippin’ you to pieces, and some for you for those nights you crave that sweet feelin’” he said, handing you the IV bag of yellow liquid from off the bedside table. “What would I ever do without you?” You asked, hooking it up to the rack and putting the IV in to allow it to take effect. “A whole lotta nothin’ good I imagine. Probably spend a whole lotta nights hoping them dainty little fingers a yours can achieve anything close t’ what I give ya every night” he teased with a grin, making you roll your eyes with a laugh but he wasn’t wrong.

His hand came to yours, pulling it to where your fingers would intertwine with his, something he always did when you used needles and medicines on yourself as a gesture of comfort. He pulled his inhaler and a vile of RadAway from his duster that lay on the floor as you let the bag drip slowly. He took a hit off of his inhaler, giving a contended sigh as he leaned back against the pillows and let it work its way into his system. He looked over to see you, admiring him like he hung the moon and the stars in the night sky. He gave you a sweet smile, one pulled deep from his heart as you leaned your head against his shoulder. One that said the three words he’d been struggling to try and tell you after all this time being together, a loving look in his usually dark, haunting gaze. “I love you” he said, making you look up at him in astonishment that he’d finally come around to saying it. You smiled at him, that same sweet smile he saw the first time he ever sent a flirty word your way, the same smile he’d come to absolutely adore seeing stretch to your cute face every time you saw him. “I love you too, Coop” you replied back, easing the tightness in his chest as he awaited your response. He gave you a relieved smile as he kissed your head, slinging his arm around you to pull you into his side and hold you close.

The moment was sweet, quiet save for the sounds of your joined breathing and heartbeats but peacefully so. You both stayed like that for a good while, the bag of RadAway already run down to nearly empty. That peace was disturbed when you realized you still had some chores on your list left to do for the day. “Shit, I still got laundry and shit to do” you said, sighing as you realized it and tipped your head back with a groan, removing your IV and bandaging up your arm, getting ready to get up and go back to it. “Hold it there, little lady” Cooper said, getting up and putting his briefs and pants back on. “I gotchya. You rest that pretty head a yours while I take care of it, ‘kay? Let that stuff work its way in ya” He said, making you look up at him. “You ain’t gotta do that Coop…” you replied, making him shake his head at you. “Shh, shh, shh. Don’t you move a muscle there, pretty lady. I got it” he urged, kissing your head once more before placing his hat back on his head, grabbing his shirt from the floor and throwing his duster over his shoulder. “‘s a good look on you” you said with a half lidded smile, your eyes raking his form as he turned and looked at you, shooting a grin your way. “And that is a good look on you” he replied, tipping his head to gesture at you who still laid in bed naked, hair slightly messy, a few bite marks and hickeys littering your otherwise mostly unblemished skin. You gave a grin and a giggle as he stood there, a calculated look in his eyes as he looked you over, resting himself by his arm along the doorframe. “I think I can live without a couple extra shirts” he said, tossing his shirt across the room without a care for where it landed, dropping his duster along the chair in the room. “What are you…Cooper!” You yelped playfully as he climbed back onto the bed, a hungry look in his eyes as he climbed over top of you. “Chores can wait a day, I need you sugar” he said, leaning down and slotting his lips against yours, pulling you into a soft, sweet kiss. “I need this” he added genuinely, his tone soft and loving as he pressed his forehead to yours while he held one of your hands in his. “Been enough days out in that shit hole wasteland that got me scared I was gonna lose you, and that’s somethin’ I just can’t have. So I wanna enjoy this, this little slice of paradise we got right now, with you” he said between soft, loving kisses, making you smile as you gave in and kissed him back. Laundry could wait for another day, he was right, times like these were hard to come by. Needless to say, no other chores got done that day, but it was certainly a night neither of you would ever forget.

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mysaintkitten · 1 day

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I fully forgot I had this .. so here’s a little something for y’all lol

prompt: Jonathan calls you up after having a few drinks

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+ MDNI), mentions of alcohol/intoxication, brief mentions of suicide, subby-ish Jonathan, phone sex, come eating

*not proofread & old as hell*

you’re abruptly awoken by the phone ringing. through squinted eyes, you peak at the clock sitting on top of your nightstand.

1:03 am flashes at you. who’s calling at this hour? you drag your body out of bed and trudge your way over to the living room where your home phone resides. once there, you drop to the couch and grab the phone, putting it up to your ear.

“hello?” you groan, you hear a small snicker on the other end.

“hiii babyyy!” they respond, clearly a little tipsy, you immediately recognize the voice.

it’s jonathan, your close friend, who had recently got placed into a psyche ward after attempting to kill himself. you hadn’t heard from him since he had told you the news. now here he is, ringing your phone at 1 am, while simultaneously dropping a “baby” bomb on you.

“jonathan?” you blurted, feeling yourself become a bit more awake, “what are you doing? why are you up? how do you even have access to a phone right now?”

he sighs into the phone, “me and toby sn- toby’s m’pal .. by the way .. we snuck out ‘n had a few drinks ..” his mumbles, “now ‘m allllll alone ..” he whines, dragging out the all to emphasize his loneliness, “oh ‘n about the phone .. since i’ve been so good they gave me a landline, cordless too, i mean they couldn’t give me a cord ‘cause i might wrap it around my neck, but it’s nifty!”

you roll your eyes. of course he’d do some shit like this. if it was any other friend, you would’ve told them bluntly that you’re not in the mood to talk, but jonathan was an exception right now. he was in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people, and his comment about wrapping the cord around his neck grounded you back into reality. you decided to chat with him for a while.

“is that so?” you reply, “how’d the night go?”

“fun!” he bubbled, “oh m’god .. me and toby .. my friend .. we saw this piss drunk guy fall in the street!” he giggles while recounting the incident. you giggle with him, not so much at the story, but at the fact that he felt the need to reiterate that he has a friend named toby.

“that sound very funny, jon, but shouldn’t you be getting some sleep?”

he whines, “‘m not tired! plus i’ve been thinking about you .. that’s why i called .. wanted to hear your voice ..”

oh?

“why’d you wanna hear my voice? you miss me that much?” you joke, relaxing more into the couch. he hums, “jus’ like how it sounds ..”

“well. you woke me up, and i don’t think i’ll be able to go back to sleep, so you’re welcome to listen to my voice for a while.” you chuckle softly, not thinking too heavily about his intentions. he’s drunk, after all.

“hmm ..” he mumbles in approval, “can you jus’ talk? tell me about your day, love ..”

your brows furrow a bit at the request, but you oblige.

“i didn’t do too much .. just showered .. picked up a bit .. it was nice though.”

he groans quietly at you mentioning showering.

“mmh .. wards got no nice soaps .. i like how your soaps smell. always smellin’ so good ..” he murmurs, through the phone you can hear some minor rustling, but you assume it’s just jonathan drunkenly tossing and turning.

you laugh at his odd compliment, “you think i smell nice?”

“oh, i think a lot of you s’nice, darling.” he assures, his breathing becoming heavier

“what else about me is nice, jonathan?” you ask, thinking he’ll say something corny like your humour or your personality.

“that face f’yours .. gorgeous ..” he giggles and huffs, “‘n that body .. maybe it’s ’cause ‘m all alone .. ‘n a bit tipsy .. but i can’t stop thinkin’ about touchin’ you ..”

oh.

you’re not too sure what to say. you’ve been friends with jonathan for years, you would have never assumed that he wanted you that way. jonathan was very attractive, and you’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about him in a sexual way before.

“jonathan ..” you reply calmly, “i think you’re just drunk and confused, how about we talk more tomorrow? you can call me when-“

he whines, “no, baby, ‘m sorry .. i’ve just wanted you .. for so long ..” he hums as his breathing becomes louder, “‘n now .. just your voice got me s’hard ..”

you pause, listening to jonathan, you still hear the shuffling and his breathing. occasionally he whines a few times, is he touching himself?

“jon, are you .. getting off right now?”

he chuckles, “s’hard .. mmh .. thought i might faint.”

you hate to admit it, but hearing jonathan’s neediness got you a little worked up. knowing he was hard just from your voice ignited some interesting feelings from within you.

as your mind is racing, jonathan speaks, “if i w’s there .. would y’touch me?”

your heart begins to pound, his words have become more direct. he’s not just rambling about how he feels, he wants to know how you feel. you slip one of your hands into your panties, feeling how slick you’ve become from jonathan’s words. you might as well get yourself off as well.

instead of answering, you flip the question. “i’m wondering what you’d do if i was there.” you laugh breathily as you gently rub your clit. jonathan whines into the phone, “god, baby, s’filthy. y’don’t even wanna know ..”

“tell me. i want to hear it.” you pry as you become more aroused, hearing jonathan moan weakly at his own thoughts.

“mmh .. wanna eat your cunt .. make y’come at least once on m’face ..” he groans, “wanna fuck you. raw. make y’shake ‘n cry from my cock. wanna make that cunt feel so so good.”

jesus. really didn’t take much convincing for him to spill his thoughts. you bite your lip at his words, hearing his fantasies made you blush embarrassingly hard.

“hm .. yeah?” you moan into the phone, rubbing your clit at a quicker pace

“‘n i wanna eat you again after my cocks been ‘nside you .. lick up our come ..” jonathan gasps, through the phone you can hear him fisting his now slick cock. “then i wanna kiss you when m’done ..” he adds, chuckling a bit.

“god ..” you sigh, “you are filthy.”

you’re finding it difficult to hold back your moans, you almost want jonathan to hear them at this point.

“you .. you got me all wet, jon ..” you admit a bit awkwardly, you’ve never had phone sex before, but you don’t think jonathan will notice.

he whimpers “are y’touching yourself, baby?”

“yeah .. yeah i am ..” you purr, sliding a finger inside yourself and moaning softly as you plunge it in and out.

“jesus, fuck ..” he huffs, “you rubbin’ your clit? or fingering yourself?”

“i’m doing both .. switchin’ every now and then ..” you coo, adding a second finger inside. you hiss slightly at the change, but your cunt quickly adapts and accepts the second finger.

“mmh!” jonathan moans, “s’hot, knowing you’ve got y’fingers all over that pussy .. you sensitive, baby?”

he’s really into calling you baby. although it feels foreign, you’re not opposed to it at all.

“yeah .. a bit ..” you chuckle breathlessly as you remove your slick fingers out and bring them back to your clit.

“oh, fuck ..” he whimpers loudly, “baby, baby, ‘m not gonna last- m’sorry ..”

you could tell from jonathan’s tone and desperate little whimpers that he was close, he didn’t need to tell you, but it’s kind of nice that he at least let you know.

“that’s okay, come jon. show me how good it feels.” you purr. he can’t physically show you, but he can verbalize it, and he does.

“mmf- fuck, baby, ‘m comin’-“ he moans loudly, you’re worried other people in the ward might hear him.

“that’s it, come on yourself jon, good boy.” you encourage, you’re almost surprised that you called him a good boy, you never expected that to slip out.

his moans dwindle into small little whimpers as he rides out the orgasm, huffing quietly once he’s come down.

“‘m all messy, baby ..” he giggles,

“poor thing, you gonna clean yourself up?” you hum to tease.

“mhm .. nice ‘n clean ..” he mumbles as you hear him making small sucking and licking noises,

“jon, are you licking up your come?” you nearly chuckle at him,

“well no one’s ‘ere to do it for me ..” he whines, continuing to lick away his come.

“jesus. dirty, dirty boy.” you scold playfully, toying with your clit again.

“‘m a dirty boy ..” he repeats while yawning, “dirty boy.”

“you tired?” you ask softly,

“mmh, yeah, little bit ..” he mumbles,

“how about you get some sleep and we talk more tomorrow, all right?”

“mmh.. but i wanna talk ..” he groans,

you laugh weakly at his determination, “i’ll be here tomorrow. trust me. get some sleep. we can talk when you’re more awake and sober.”

“fine .. g’night baby. sweet dreams.” he gives in, yawning again

“sleep well, jonathan.” you close before hanging up. as you place the phone down, you’re left with silence and your thoughts. you decide you might as well get yourself off, and you do, you come in your pants to the thought of jonathan’s whimpers and moans. then, you clean yourself off before heading back to bed.

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princessslutt · 2 days

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WELCOME …. SWEETHEART!GOD BROTHER!RAFE 🌷

INTRODUCTION ♡

𐙚 sweetheart!rafe is warm-hearted. he’s not just warm-hearted for anybody, it’s only you. he gives up that strict mean guy act when it comes to you. in public, he likes to act so tough. nevertheless, he’s so cuddly and sweet behind closed doors.

𐙚 godbrother!rafe is however, stern. he thinks just because he’s a little older than you he can act like your father. which you don’t mind, but it gets annoying at times. he likes to tell you what to wear, how to wear your hair, etc.

𐙚 rafe buys you new flowers weekly, along with some type of jewelry. it’s his way of saying I love you, even though he reminds you that he loves you every second of the day.

𐙚 his punishments, aren’t necessarily punishments. he still wants to make sure you feel good, but he of course makes sure you learn your lesson. he lectures you in this calm, poetic voice. it makes your brain turn into mush.

𐙚 of course he’ll reward you for such great behavior. rafe doesn’t even care if he doesn’t get to cum. the only thought in sweetheart!rafe’s brain is making sure you feel your best. sometimes, rafe will overstimulate you. making sure you’re so fucked out with your hazy gaze.

𐙚 rafe takes aftercare very seriously. he never misses out on it. no matter how tired he gets, it’s only a matter of time before he’s running you a bath or using a towel to clean you up.

𐙚 rafe takes you to parties, but you don’t party whatsoever. you stay by his side while he deals. all the loud music and bright lights makes you tired. you might just fall asleep with your head in his lap.

𐙚 since he’s your god brother, y’all’s parents don’t know you’ve been hooking up. I mean, is it really such a big deal? you aren’t blood related. what could possibly go wrong?

𐙚 rafe pulls you away during family functions, running upstairs and rearranging your guts. covering your mouth to keep you quiet, no matter how loud everyone downstairs is.

𐙚 rafe doesn’t care who sees his love bites on you. he will leave marks on you anytime. at a restaurant, dragging you to the bathroom to leave tiny hickeys on your neck.

𐙚 rafe doesn’t mind a little bit of blood. but during that time of the month, he stays respectful. he doesn’t want to push anything upon you. so he stays by your side, keeping you happy and fed.

𐙚 falling asleep in rafes car, would be a lot like princess treatment. he doesn’t wake you, or try’s not to. he carefully picks you up from the passenger seat, closing the door with his other hand. gently carrying you in the house and sending you to bed.

˚˖𓍢ִ🩰✧˚.👛୨୧ ⋅˚₊

♡ huge thank you to @lust444men for helping me with this project, I wouldn’t be able to do this without you.

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shes2real · 23 hours

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Pool Party ♡

Featuring 🌷: jimmy uso + female!reader

Warning ☁️: angst, choking, semi-public sex, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, rough sex, angry sex, mirror sex, thumb in butt (sorry!), creampie, 18+ Minors, please don’t interact. Thanks! ୨୧

Word count 🌷: 1.4k

Scenario ☁️: Thanks so much for this request! Due to the extreme weather, you’re irritable but that doesn’t mean you’re gonna disrespect Jimmy.

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As the scorching sun casts its relentless heat on the Saturday afternoon, the thought of enduring Grayson and Austin's pool party made you feel like you were truly in hell.

Jimmy, your ever-enthusiastic boyfriend, was bustling around, tossing a pack of Seagrams into a cooler.

“You ready, bae?”

“Mhm,” you muttered as you grasped your pool essentials and a handheld cooling fan, you couldn't help but roll your eyes.

The two of you got to the car and instantly you felt the rays beaming on your exposed back. You let out an exasperated sigh, sinking into the car seat with a pout.

“What’s up witchu?” Jimmy asked. His hand rests comfortingly on your thigh, a small gesture amidst the heat. But in your state of misery, even the slightest touch feels unbearable.

“Moooveeeee,” you groaned, “It’s too hot to be touching me!”

As the car's air conditioning struggled to combat the relentless heat, you flicked on your portable fan in frustration as the sweat began to form on your skin.

Jimmy tried his best to reassure you, adjusting the vents to direct the cool air toward you, but you maintained your pout the entire drive to the party.

As you stepped out of the car, the poolside atmosphere pulsated with energy and excitement.

In one corner of the backyard, guests executed impressive flips and dives into the pool, their splashes creating a symphony of laughter and cheers. Nearby, a group engaged in playful water wrestling matches.

Under the refuge of colorful umbrellas, other guests lounged on comfortable chairs, sipping cool drinks and engaging in conversations. Meanwhile, by the poolside bar, the clinking of glasses and laughter filled the air as they indulged in games and shots.

Amidst the lively scene, Greyson and Austin, approached with wide smiles and open arms, eager to welcome you and Jimmy. Jimmy, effortlessly fell into step with them, exchanging jokes and laughter as you stood off to the side, arms crossed and lips pursed.

He shot you a stern glare before wrapping his arm around you, his lips brushing against your neck as he whispered, "Quit," his tone a mix of warning and affection.

As Jimmy continued to banter with the guys, you sought comfort with your friends Samantha and Bianca under the shade of the umbrella patio. “Here boo,” Bianca giggled, breaking the tension as she passed you a cool margarita and a plate of refreshing fruits. “Relax a little.”

Sipping the cool, fruity margarita, you couldn't help but moan in relief, “Oooohhh..it’s so hot out here! How are y’all so calm!?”

Samantha, her attention divided between her man and the pool, shrugged nonchalantly. "I've been distracted," she admitted, her gaze lingering on Ricochet’s athletic antics as he jumps in the pool.

As you laughed and gossiped, the sun began to descend, casting a bit of shade. But just as you began to relax, the sun returned, hotter than before prompting you to reach for the sunscreen. Before you could react, Jimmy swooped in, lifting you effortlessly and falling into the pool. Did he really just Samoan Drop you into the pool!?

"JIMMY! WHAT THE FUCKKK!?" you screamed, your voice echoing across the backyard, your anger boiling over.

Ignoring the curious glances from the other partygoers, you stormed out of the pool, wrapping a towel around yourself as you made a beeline for Jimmy, his laughter still echoing in the air.

“Why the fuck would you do that, huh!? That shit ain’t cool, bro.” Your voice cut through the chatter of the party, drawing the attention of those nearby as you unintentionally caused a scene.

“Chill o—“

“Don’t tell me to fucking chill! You already know I didn’t wanna fucking be here, then you gone sit here and get me all fucking wet!?”

Jimmy's laughter faltered, replaced by a mix of embarrassment and irritation. He tuned out momentarily, trying to shield himself from the confrontation, but the disrespect made him reach a breaking point.

He sniffed, a hint of irritation creeping into his demeanor as he rubbed his beard. "Who you talking to?"

“You, bitch!”

Jimmy's embarrassment turned to rage. With a swift motion, he grabbed you and ushered you towards the pool house, his grip firm and unwavering.

“ What the fuck you say to me?” He asked, slamming you against the bathroom door, he locked it with a click before turning to face you, his eyes ablaze with suppressed fury.

“Don’t you ever call me out of my motherfucking name, ever again,” he growled, his grip tightening on your throat. “You gon fuckin’ embarrass me and show your ass in public. Especially when someone was just fuckin’ playing witcho ass!”

You watched in stunned silence, his normal goofy demeanor was now overshadowed by anger that radiated from his every word and gesture.

“…..You got me fucked up.”

Without a word, he grabbed you by the waist, bending you over the sink. The cold, hard surface of the sink pressed against your skin as Jimmy swiftly stripped off his swimming trunks as well as your bikini bottom. His movements fueled by a mix of anger and desire.

With a forceful gesture, Jimmy hung both sets of clothing over the shower glass panel. He looked at you in the mirror with a mean mug. Before you could avert your gaze, his fingers wrapped around your jaw, guiding your gaze back to meet his in the mirror's reflection, the intensity of his stare causing the flood gates to open in between your legs.

He lifted your leg up on the sink just enough to be able to push himself inside of you. Instantly, you began to hiss at him stretching you out.

“Ssss…bae-“

“Shut up.” He stilled inside of you, to help ease your discomfort. Though he was pissed, he still didn’t want to hurt you. Once you began to get used to his size, you started to throw it back on him, which made him grip your ass tightly in both of his hands.

He drives relentlessly forward in rolling thrusts, your ass clapping loudly against him. “Oh shit!” you moaned. He pulled all the way out of you before slamming back in, watching your face in the mirror.

“Jimmy…” You whined, staring up at him as he pushed in and out of you. He deepened his fingers in your back and began giving you slow deep strokes, caressing your spot. He was way too deep for you to handle.

Your moans slipped from your mouth, you literally sounded like a porn star. He wasn’t phased at all until you managed to get louder.

“That’s ya spot?”

“Yesss—“

“Right here?” He rasped into your ear. You thought he’d slow down but on the contrary, he began thrusting harder into you. You wanted so badly to get the hell away from him.

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuckkk!" you screamed, putting your head down and gripping the sink hard enough to break a nail. Realizing that you’d gotten too loud, you tried to cover your mouth and grasp his arm to slow his strokes.

"Move. Your. Hand." He knew what he was doing, talking to you between every stroke. Looking down, he saw your cream coating his dick. You felt your core tighten as your legs shook.

Covering your mouth, Jimmy taunted you. "Why yo legs shakin' baby?"

"Talked that shit earlier, lemme hear you now.” He grinned as he quickly placed his hand on your throat, making you face the mirror.

"Pleeeaaasseeee." The words strained from his grip on your throat, you were barely able to think straight.

"Please what?" He teased, "Use your words. Whatchu’ want?" Jimmy removed his hand from your throat and put his thumb in your ass causing you to gasp.

"Cumminnnnnggg!”

Immediately getting on your tippy toes to run. Tears were running down your face as he pulled you towards him as you came on his dick. Your juices ran down both of your legs as your orgasm instantly triggered his.

He let out a low guttural sigh as he released inside of you.

Both of you froze at the sudden knock on the door, the sound jolting you from the blissful high. "Hope you kids are using protection!" Grayson quipped, his tone lighthearted yet tinged with mischief.

His teasing remark hung in the air, eliciting a nervous chuckle from both of you.

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Thanks for reading babe ☁️🌷

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hamzahsslut · 2 days

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LITTLE BLACK DRESSᯓ★

a/n : i’m ovulating guy I can’t do this. I hope this is okay! I will try to get through my requests tomorrow on my flight home❤️ I always write public stuff as if people wouldn’t see stuff so let’s pretend Martin and Mandy are really oblivious! Not proof read!!

summary : you and Hamzah are on a double date and you decided to wear a slutty asf dress, and you both can’t wait to get home.

warnings : p in v, unprotected sex, rough ish sex, dom!Hamzah, public sex, backshots‼️‼️‼️‼️

——nsfw——

“I swear I believed it at first when Hamzah said he had a twin.” Martin laughs, the sound mixing in with the chatter and music surrounding you guys. This isn’t technically your guys’ first double date, but definitely your first; not fast food restaurant date. You’re all at this bar which is also a restaurant. The boys are pretty much in their usual every day attire, you take a mental note to go shopping for actual proper clothes for Hamzah. You and Mandy both didn’t mind this at all, it is a casual bar.. but you both had an idea to surprise the guys and dress in tight dresses, that hugged your curves all right. You have been teasing Hamzah all night, knowing what would happen when you guys got home.

“Imagine if Hamzah did have a twin though.” you say, putting your fork down and to the side of your plate.

“oh my god, that would be intense.” Mandy laughs.

“Oh I bet it would be.” You smirk, giving a quick wink before looking at your boyfriend beside you, slightly blushing.

“eww Y/n, that would mean…. me you and my brother?” Hamzah fake gags, looking to you.

“you’re right.. one of you is already too much.” you smile, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before you guys continue the conversation. His hand has been on your thigh pretty much the whole night, low enough to be acceptable, but way too much contact to already have you soaking wet.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” Mandy announces, getting up. “You coming Y/n?”

you nod, picking Hamzah’s hand off your thigh and placing it on his. You’re all sat on a booth so naturally to get out of your corner you have to pass through Hamzah’s lap. As you’re shimming past, you ‘accidentally’ rub your ass on his crotch, earning a hiss from him.

“Sorry!” you whisper, doing it again before walking to the bathroom with Mandy, making sure to sway your hips as much as possible. You give a quick glance back at Hamzah’s face before entering the bathroom, smirking at his intense stare at you, covering his crotch with your jumper. In all fairness, it was mostly an accident, you could’ve asked him to get out but! teasing him was way more fun.

After a few minutes, you and Mandy both return from bathroom, this time asking Hamzah to get up before getting back into your corner of the booth. His hand instantly flying back to your thigh, a little higher than before, giving it a squeeze. You squirm in your seat, looking up first at Martin and Mandy, which are clearly distracted before looking at your boyfriend. He smiles, moving his hand up and down your leg, getting a little too close to your heat.

“You okay?” Hamzah whispers in your ear and you can HEAR the smugness in his voice. Moving his hand even higher, feeling the warm coming out of your heat before moving a finger through your folds. “No panties hm?”

“mmhm” you smile, straightening yourself up before joining Martin and Mandy’s conversation.

Hamzah scoffs, as if to say “you’re not getting out of this that easily.” Pulling your thighs apart before placing his hand back into the original position, fingers circling your clit slowly. You thank God for the fact it’s dark in here and nobody can see what he’s doing.

“Two can play at your game.” you whisper. “Oops oh my God, I spilled my drink on the booth.” Grabbing a paper towel and patting dry the fake spill. “You don’t mind if I sit on your lap do you? Just while it dries.” You smile, looking up at your boyfriend before setting yourself up on his lap.

“Uhh we can move booth if y’all want?” Mandy suggests.

“nahhhh, we’re good here.” you say, moving backwards onto Hamzah, purposefully arching your back. You can the tent forming in his shorts against your ass, as you keep moving against it. Hamzah quickly grabs your jumper and covers your lap, for decency and so that he can play with you without no one knowing.

He snakes his arms around ur waist, leaving a hand on the table and one in between your legs underneath your jumper, slowly moving in and out of your pussy. You try not to react, pretending you’re listening to whatever Martin is saying. Your legs naturally shutting around Hamzah’s arm.

“Oh my God Martin, let’s go take pictures at that little booth.” Mandy says. “We’ll be right back guys!” You smile politely before turning yourself to look at Hamzah. You give him a quick sloppy kiss, moving to his ear then to his neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks and earn low growls from him.

“You’re such a little tease aren’t you?” Hamzah whispers in your ear, leaving goosebumps all over your body. He slowly moves your hair to the side, placing kisses on your neck as he speaks. “Go to the bathroom.” *kiss* “take that dress off.” *kiss* “i’ll show you tease.”

You do as you say, walking into the bathroom, and taking your dress on. You wait a few minutes before Hamzah enters and locks the door behind him. “So obedient.” he coos, wrapping his hand around your hair before slightly tugging it so your body is pressed on his. The fact he’s fully clothed and you’re bare makes you even wetter, looking at him in the mirror.

He keeps eye contact through the mirror, snaking one of his hands around your throat.

“You gonna be quiet?”

“mhm.” you whimper out.

“Say it.” he licks a long stripe on your neck.

“yes Hamzah, I’ll be quiet.” You moan, moving his head to the side to give him more access.

“Good.” He bends you over the sink, one hand still in your hair and the other dragging along your spine, bringing it back and putting it to your mouth. “spit.”

You do as he says, still looking at him in the mirror as he lowers his shorts down and pumps himself slowly, not taking his eyes off of you. Your eyes drift from his mouth, to his arm jerking himself slowly and teasingly before moving his tip over your folds. You move yourself backwards, wanting to feel him inside of you.

“Please.” moan.

“please what baby?”

“Please Hamzah.” you meet his eyes in the mirror. “please fuck me.”

He doesn’t hesitate to pound into you, the sound of your bodies filling up the room, if the bar wasn’t loud as fuck everyone would definitely be hearing you both right now.

“Not so bad now are you.” he growls, thrusting hand and fast into you, rubbing your clit with his free hand.

“T- too much.” you moan out. “T- too good.”

“Yea?” he continues at the same pace. “so fucking tight.”

You arch your back into him, eyes closing at how good he feels fucking you from behind.

“Open your eyes and look at me.” Hamzah’s hands moving to either side of your hips, pulling your body to his, getting even deeper than before. Your eyes open, seeing how sweaty and sexy Hamzah looks thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace.

“I’m gonna..” You moan.

“No you’re not.” Hamzah spits out. “You’re not allowed to cum until i say so.”

Tears fill your eyes, “that’s not fair.”

“not fair?” he pulls you by the hair, bringing your head closer. “what’s not fair, is you teasing me all fucking night in that dress.”

“Fuck, you looked so good.” His thrusts get sloppier, one hand gripping your ass back onto his crotch and the other holding the back of yours, into the mirror. He takes one look at your running make up before coming inside of you hard, grunting into your back.

He slowly pulls out of you, grabbing your dress off the side. “I want you to hold my cum inside of you for the rest of the night, can you do that baby?” He kisses your neck, turning you around to face him. You nod as he helps you get back into your dress. “Wait until we get home.”

After a few minutes of you trying to pull yourself back together you both return back to the bar. You take a quick look at yourself as you’re walking out and see the dried cum on your thighs. “fuck fuck fuck.” you whisper before setting yourself back onto Hamzah’s lap on the booth.

“I’m surprised they aren’t back yet.” You say, looking around for your friends.

“Maybe Mandy teased Martin too much in that dress.” Hamzah jokes.

“HEY!” you slap your boyfriends arm playfully.

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miloformula123fan · 1 day

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Could you do fic for Peter 'Bono' Bonnington with wife teacher!reader? She's stressed about work and he just shuts her up with kisses and gets caught by the team. And they teased the couple endlessly. Just something fluff and cute. Thanks!! :))

Haha im gonna be honest i see bono as such a sap for his partner, and so that’s how i will always write him

(unless y’all want a part 2 of the love language fic)

sorry i feel like it's short

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

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peter bonnington x wife!teacher!reader

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“I sometimes feel like none of them care. I mean actually I know none of them care, one of the boys, Brayden, straight up asked me ‘miss why does the past matter? Surely the future matters more’ and while I was explaining that we have to study the past to make sure we don’t repeat the future, he was trying to flirt with the girl next to him.” Y/N sighed, Bono and her had found a small secluded area before the race began. But Y/N was really stressed out from work and so Bono had offered to let her vent about it.

“Aww, baby, I’m sorry…” Bono snuggled closer to his partner, wanting them to feel as loved as he could.

“If you ever get a job application from a Brayden Jackson that went to the school I’m teaching, immediately deny him please. It’s just annoying that very few students care, except for the A level students, and the school doesn’t care about me, particularly if we’re taking my recent working hours into account.” Y/N laughed, trying really hard to not let her tears spill.

“I can provide for you darling…you can quit your job, travel the world with me… I know that that’s not what you want to do. I know you love teaching for those few kids who do actually like history, but I hate seeing you so burnt out.” Bono comforted her, wiping away the stray tears that had fallen past her eyes onto her cheeks.

“But it is worth it for those few kids who come through the ranks, who do care. It’s worth 10 of the asshole kids for one of the kids who cares…but the hours are starting to get to me, I’m thinking about trying to find a better job, one that actually cares about me, and not just the kids, but then, I have to quit my job, and then I’ll be unemployed for a bit, until I find another job, and trying to find one of those jobs is hard to find and highly competitive…” Y/N looked even more stressed than she had when she had begun venting and her husband hated seeing her like this.

Bono couldn’t listen to her stress and just planted a kiss on her lips. And then when she looked slightly surprised, he did it again, littering kisses all over her face and lips. She started looking slightly surprised but ended up giggling by the time that Bono stopped his kissing assault for some air.

“What was that for?”

“Just because I love you.”

Bono resumed his kissing of his wife, enjoying her little giggles and smiles. Until he realised that not all the giggles were coming from the woman next to him.

He lifted his head and met eyes with James V, James A, Toto and Lewis all standing over the couple, all trying to hold their laughter in.

“Uhhh, hi?”

“Hi!”

“Hey”

“Hello”

“Morning Bono.” They all responded.

“Uhhh, I kind of thought this was a private corner, what are you all doing here?” Y/N had hid her face in Bono’s shoulder and was giggling at the situation.

“You’re late for pre pre-race briefing so we thought we’d come looking for you.”

“And-”

“And we can clearly tell that you’re busy but we would like to see you in the pre race briefing as soon as you’re um finished.” - Toto started ushering the other guys away

“Yeah, will do, see you guys soon. Now where were we?” Bono asked mischievously as he turned back to his partner, not even looking to see if the others had left fully.

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“Hey Bono, is the wife coming down this weekend?”

“Uhh, yeah, yeah she is. Why?”

“Oh we made a little spot for you 2 to ‘canoodle’ and you won’t be disturbed.” James A’s grin was way too big for this to be an innocent kind thing, so bono slipped off the chair and followed him down the hall towards the supply closet.

Bono’s face blushed as he saw the little sign reading ‘Y/N and Bono’s smooching corner’ with a photo from their wedding also pasted on the piece of paper.

“Really?”

“Yeah man, your wife is great, but like we really don’t want to catch you snogging again, okay?”

“Okay” Bono replied in a weak voice, pulling out his phone to take a photo to send to Y/N, knowing she could have a good laugh about it.

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lightwise · 3 days

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TBB S3 E10 Reaction

Life has been a bit busier the last few weeks so I am finally catching up on my episode reactions (I’m determined to do all of them this season!) And I apologize y’all, this episode made me very snarky apparently.

I’ll be honest. When this episode first came out I was nowhere near as surprised by it or horrified by it as reviewers seemed to be. Nothing about Palpatine hunting down force sensitive children as experiments and using Cad Bane to do it is a surprise, and the Vault feels so much like Andor. But even on a rewatch this episode holds up so well and honestly just starts to give a cold chill under the skin as the quiet horror of it sinks in.

- Cute kid. And the Batch nowhere to be seen. This is going to be a different episode isn’t it

- Oh no. He’s force sensitive 😫😫😫 hmmm how could that possibly go wrong

- This is giving Andor vibes 👀

- It’s always interesting seeing “regular people” in Star Wars and little markets and how they’re just trying to go about their daily lives.

- Don’t go around snitching people! Nothing good ever comes of it!!!

- Yeah this guy is worse than Timm from Andor. Wtf dude. You’re turning in a baby!!

- Also is it just me or typical Star Wars “houses” end up being pretty dark and depressing?

- Wait okay okay. So this is the CX chamber. Why can’t we see any of them yet 😩😩 what is this red fog? What are these weird conditioning pods? What kind of armor is on this datapad?? *trying to crawl inside my screen* I NEED ANSWERS JENNIFER!!

- “Do you trust me?” Ooooh why do I think that’s going to come back around

- But also, babygirl, I don’t think you actually know what you’re signing up for

- “I could be more useful” “you wish to be the new chief scientist Dr. Karr?” “I believe I’ve earned it.” Alright. This. This is interesting. This fully encapsulates the dynamic that these two have shared. Emerie knows that Hemlock only values things that are useful, and probably only sees her own value in the light of what she can contribute, due to how she was raised and the circumstances she has been trapped in. Hemlock’s tone of voice implies that he has never considered her as being the new chief scientist, and yet he acquiesces quite quickly, almost as though he’s just too busy to think about it and if it means things are brought back up to production standard then he’s fine with it. His utter disregard for Emerie as an actual human and someone with merit is disgusting though.

- But I get it, the man’s busy, he’s got a lot of evil shit he’s trying to do all at the same time 🙄

- So we have “the assets”, which is the area that Hemlock took Palpatine in the first episodes, where the orange containment pods are and the zillo beast is being kept. We still don’t know what those assets are. The Vault is something different.

- Well. Shit. It’s Andor and Narkina 5 for kids. Lovely 😳💀

- “There are few adults left with such characteristics” I WONDER IN THE NAME OF ONE EMPEROR PALPATINE WHY

- Okay so this entire exchange is awful. The kids are so cute! Hemlock is so cold. “Specimens. Assets” ughhh Emerie what are you getting yourself into!!

- Is this the first time we’ve heard the word glasses in Star Wars?

- Oh no. So THIS is why Cad Bane was brought back 🥺🥺

- The score in this episode is perfectly eerie

- Lol Todo is not good with kids huh 🤣

- That poor mama when she wakes up and finds her baby is gone

- I hope that dude has his entire life flash before his eyes as he’s trying to pick all of those credits up

- “My name’s Eva” 🥹🥹🥹 Emerie has no idea how to handle this 😂

- I still wanna know what’s happened with these commandos. No way a clone of Jango Fett is able to look a child in the eyes, call them a “specimen” and not have even an ounce of remorse as they stun them point blank.

- “Jax?” And Eva just points. The power in knowing someone’s name vs a dehumanizing number

- It’s also interesting that these kids are species that are red, blue, and green, and when they get Bayrn in, he’s white. RGB colors make up white light when put together.

- The little peeks of Emerie’s backstory we keep getting are so interesting. She was abandoned by Nala Se. She knows that these children don’t belong here, the same way that Omega told both her and Crosshair that they didn’t belong here either. Nala Se says that the Empire will hold these kids to control them. Emerie feels like she has no power to do anything differently. So much to unpack here.

- Why is Tarkin’s holo so large?

- Lol I honestly love getting to see the backbiting politics of how the Empire functions. It’s so bad and so funny

- Also love that Project Necromancer is so secret that even Tarkin doesn’t know what it is. He’s so nosy

- Okay why does he bring up the CX schematic again and why is it so different than the one we saw earlier??

- Whoa Cid was tortured???

- “The other operatives aren’t ready to join you in the field” why????

- We’re visiting a lot of space stations this season

- Man I wish Emerie had fudged this test

- Nooo let the poor baby go home 🥺

- Oh and now we’re putting kids in solitary confinement. Great.

- C’mon Emerie. Keep clicking that moral compass until it points north

- She kept the straw Lula. She’s giving it to Eva 😭. There’s hope for her yet