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voidthewanderer · 4 months

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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.”

“Yeh… I love ya, Rippa.”

“Love ya too, Sweetjane.”

#shut it void #friend talk #bleumanouche #ripperxsweetjane #oc: ripper #*void writing #i had a lot of fun with this one i really did #otp: old fashioned love song #bleumanouche: sweetjane ledet

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