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“Hey, Anaxaaaa!” Hearing that distant voice approaching, he could only pinch the bridge of his nose in annoyance, taking a long and deep sigh to prepare himself to lose brain cells from whatever new dumb thing that will come out of your mouth.

And then the door to his office is slammed open, and the cause is you. The two of you have been in a relationship for some time now, which to most people is a bit… insane? which isn’t surprising due to the immense difference in personality. Well, no matter; thinking about how you two got together is always distracting. He will need to deal with whatever shenanigan you brought with you today.

You ran up to him behind his desk and wrapped your arms around his neck while he rested in his chair.

“Missed you,” you said, placing a kiss on his cheek. Despite the hint of blush that dusted his cheek, he said in his monotone voice, “What do you want? I’m busy right now if you’re unaware.”

“AH, you are always so cruel to me; it hurts.” “Get to the point.” Yikes, the air got cold for a sec when he glared at you just now, which just made you smile even more. “Let me put my dick in your eye.”

… … …

awkward silence… very, very awkward. I mean, you aren’t asking for too much, really. Who wouldn’t want to fuck their boyfriend’s eye-void-thingy? You’ve always been curious about how it would feel; after all, would it be warm or cold inside? There’s only one way to find out.

… … …

He wasn’t saying anything… Why isn’t he saying anything??? “You know it is my birthday, so… maybe?” Yeah, no way he’ll let you do it. Dang it, you should have treated him to breakfast in bed first before asking him. Ah well, you’ll take birthday sex even if it's not his eye… his chest even… maybe?

“Fine”… “Huh? Oh? okay? yay!”

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Here you are now, looking down on him while he sat on the ground looking up towards you, his eyepatch off his face and onto the ground, allowing you to see his space-like eye… hole? You weren’t sure.

You were nervous, to say the least. What were you supposed to do now? You didn’t expect him to actually agree. Well, here goes nothing.

You awkwardly slipped down your pants to get your cock out; the moment you slid your boxers down, it sprangto life, almost slapping Anaxa if it wasn’t for his hand catching it.

“Uh, do you need preparation?? lube?” You asked with a concerned tone, all your confidence from earlier gone out the window as you looked at him with the ‘help’ look. Anaxa looked at you like you were the epitome of brainless; well, he agreed to this, so he can’t complain really. If anything, it's his fault for indulging you. “Just get this over with.”

Gulping, you nervously brought the swollen head of your cock to the vortex-like eye socket. It was radiating intensely cold air, almost freezing. You could feel the suction already, drawing you in, urging you to put it in already; without even being in yet, you can feel your cock getting insanely harder.

With a deep breath, you finally pushed forward, very, very slowly, gasping as the tip of your cock penetrated the tight ring of muscle. This cosmic-like thing you just shoved your cock in was so tight you felt your cock about to burst; it clenched and fluttered around your cock in some desperation.

"Fuck, it's so tight," you grunted, your hips starting to piston a bit faster, more confident, driven wild by the all-consuming heat and pressure. Anaxa’s eye seemed to ripple and pulse with every thrust, like a beating heart determined to fully milk you of all your worth.

Anaxa’s eye rolled back in his head, body shaking uncontrollably, tongue lolling out obscenely as silent screams of pleasure ripped from him. No matter how hard he tried to still himself, to not break down, he couldn’t; it felt so good. Why does it feel so good?

His hands scrabbled at your pants, fingers clenching down on the fabric as he was fucked stupid, his brain scrambling to process the overwhelming sensation of a hard cock violating his most sacred, intimate space.

You couldn’t help but throw your head back at the burning hot sensation; it felt like you were fucking a virgin hole for the very first time. It felt like something very warm and wet was surrounding your cock from every direction.

You wanted to go slow, but you couldn’t, not with how good it feels.

You groaned breathlessly, one hand fisting Anaxa’s hair, yanking his head back, making your cock slowly slip out before bringing it all the way back with a slam of your hips.

All self-respect Anaxa had for himself was out the window as he screamed in both incredible pain and pleasure.

You gripped his hair even rougher and moved his head back and forth in sync with your hips. You were fucking his eye socket like some other hole, with no respect in your movement and absolutely no mercy, simply chasing your pleasure.

Anaxa was in a panicked state; his body shook violently from how good it felt, but it was also very dangerously messing with his brain. “P-please, no,” he cried out, tears threatening to spill from his eye, but will you actually stop? No shot.

You increased the pace, not even pretending to care, of course you wouldn’t. How could you when you were feeling pleasure like never before? But you weren’t that cruel.

You brought your foot up to press against the raging bulge in Anaxa’s pants, applying pressure to it before rubbing his cock with your foot. This made him mewl and cry harder, as a clear wet stain can be obviously seen on his pants.

You then brought your leg down below him. “Feel free to hump it,” you said with a very obviously mocking smirk as you continued to rail into his eye socket with brutal intensity, but he was too far gone to care, too far into pleasure that the only thing he could think of right now was the urgent need to cum.

So hump he did. Like a dog in heat, he violently pressed himself against your foot, grinding down against it as hard as he could. His drool and sweat hit the ground as he moved viciously like he was going to explode any time soon.

Anaxa’s mind felt like it was melting, ready to snap at any moment; with every passing second, he felt himself going insane even more. from you fucking his eye to the sensation of your boot against his clothed cock. He could feel it, his sanity going down with every grind, with every thrust, with every twitch of his hole in his pants begging to be filled as well.

With every drag of your cock against his battered, bruised brain, he dripped a little precum. He knew he should protest, should demand that you stop, but all he could manage was a garbled moan, his tongue too thick and clumsy in his mouth.

He was feeling overwhelming pleasure but at the same time feeling incredibly empty in other areas. Normally he would never bring himself down to that lowly point, but right now he doesn’t have the brainpower and logic to fight his natural instincts, his instinct to be filled.

Lost in the haze of sensation and the blissful agony of his eye being pounded, Anaxa sneaked a hand in his pants, his fingers seeking out his own swollen hole. He could feel it twitching against his fingers.

With no hesitation, he pressed his fingers against his wet hole and pushed in. Even though it got absolutely no action, it was dripping wet – not too much but enough for him to perfectly fit two of his fingers inside.

He fucked himself in time with your thrusts, without stopping his own hips from grinding against your shoes. chasing the pleasure that only you could give him. His mind felt like it was fracturing; his earlier begging turned into nothing but random nonsense.

The wet squelching sounds of your cock plunging into Anaxa’s brain filled the office, overshadowed by his whorish moans and the wet slap of flesh against flesh.

He desperately fucked himself against his fingers, plunging the two of them as deep as they could go, but it was not enough, not long enough to reach that sweet spot that only you were familiar with. and it was frustrating, to say the least.

He could feel himself getting closer; his eye socket was clenching, he could feel his body shaking violently and his cock pulsing with need. He was so close but not nearly there yet, he just needed a little more, something a little more encouraging, so he could finally cum.

Then there it was; you hit a specific spot in his eye. As you went so deep, you slammed into a specific special spot inside his eye that resonated directly with his brain. He felt like needles were shoved in his brain from every angle; any last sane thought he had in his mind had vanished. He lost the ability to think about anything other than cock right now.

And with a strangled cry, he came, his release spurting out to soak through the fabric of his pants, his hole clenched around his own fingers, desperately crying and sobbing as he was hit with a second orgasm right after it.

At the same time, you who were paying attention to every single movement from Anaxa, watching intently as he pleasured himself, watching as he humped your foot like a virgin puppy, watched as he came all over himself uncontrollably like a child. You were too lost in all of, well, him! to even realise how close you were.

You slammed in one last time, hilting deep till your balls were pressed against his cheek. Your cock erupted to fill his mind fully with your cum; you couldn’t even attempt to pull back as you groaned and cried out, pumping all your thick, hot cum in his eye.

Your cum shot so deep, Anaxa could swear he feels it in his brain, clouding his own thoughts, drowning. them in fucked-stupid bliss. Anaxa could only wail pathetically, his body shaking and shuddering as he felt the sticky fluids filling his skull.

As you finally pulled out, strings of white jizz mixed with golden blood dripped from your spent cock, while Anaxa collapsed back onto the floor, his mind a blank, fucked-out void. He stared up at you with glazed, unfocused eyes, a stupid grin stretching across his face. Drool leaked from the corner of his mouth, and he giggled, a sound devoid of any reason. as he looked at you with one dumb eye and another one leaking copious amounts of cum and his golden blood.

"Such a good birthday present for me, I'm so happy,” you purred, tucking yourself away with a satisfied smile. Anaxa could only gurgle in agreement, his body aching and sore but sated.

That's a sensation he's not keen on feeling. Cooper hums under his breath, frown settling on his worn lips. He tugs the brim of his hat lower, turning away as he tries to focus on the task at hand. No good can come of fancying any sort of infatuation on a smoothie like you. You're not the sort of creature deserving of the trouble he could bring.

Yet Cooper finds he can't quite help himself. Wasteland life is full of little pleasures and looking at you sure counts as a bit of pleasure. Why not indulge?

The rest of the day as he sits waiting for a client to show, his eyes flicker over you. Wherever you're from, it's certainly kinder to you than what most folks in the Wasteland see. You almost look as soft as some fresh-faced Vaultie, but he can see that your hands are well-worn as you exchange produce for caps. A farmer of sorts. Homesteader.

He listens with a keener ear to the gossip swirling about you and those in your group. A little settler band situated out east, closer to the mountains and closer to what manages to grow green. He picks up that your lot wanders in every few weeks with produce to sell, or trade to stock up the settlement the collective group runs. 

Idly, he wonders what horseshit sort of ideology your commune might be sunk into, but if you're looking to spread a new sort of gospel none of your ilk seem keen on sharing it here. You're a welcome addition to the economy of Filly and it's clear that many enjoy the taste of hope this band of settlers bring in with their harvest. Cooper figures that's indoctrination enough from the harsh reality the Wasteland offers up.

Cooper finds himself wandering over to Ma June's place under the pretense of stocking up on supplies. There's suspicion in her eyes as he drops his intended purchases onto the counter but that's not out of the ordinary. There's always suspicion in the looks Ma June gives him, but she'll take his caps all the same.

"Say, now what's with that group of lil' farmers hauling in their produce like that? Can't imagine those soft-lookin' sorts making their way all the way here unmolested," he drawls out. His smile is crooked as Cooper counts through his caps to pay.

"Settlers, but the well-armed sort. No point in trifling with them. Too well-liked here for their fresh food supply they haul in," Ma June pulls the caps towards her, gaze fixed on the ghoul as she mutters. "They'll trade with ya, but keep out of their business. Ya hear?"

A hum escapes Cooper as he considers this, leaning onto the counter while glancing out the dusty window towards where you stand at the stall. He casually stashes his purchases into his saddlebag while going on conversationally.  "Well- Is that so? They a regular sort of fixture here in Filly now?"

"Have been setting up that stall going on half a year now. Surprised you've yet to come across 'em. Best cherry tomatoes you'll find in the Wasteland." Ma June eases back, arms crossing over her chest as a sour look settles in place on her worn face.

Another speculative hum escapes Cooper as he digests this information before he tips his hat to Ma June and goes on his way. Which happens to lead him straight to your stall.

Once there, Cooper casually plucks up potatoes, a handful of cherry tomatoes, and okra. All of it looks as vegetables should, the sort he would have found at the grocery store before everything went to shit. 

"How much for this lot?" He sets the small bounty atop the open space on the stall. Cooper gives you his Hollywood smile that would charm the pants off of any woman in bygone days, except now his face is a leathery wreck and his teeth are yellowed with age. Most people instantly flinch away in disgust.

Not you.

You smile like the morning sun towards him as you step closer while dusting your hands off on your pants. The bit of dirt smeared on your face only seems to enhance your features in Cooper's eyes. The look you give him is almost shy once you meet his gaze, smiling warmly up to him. 

Cooper finds that curious. He's familiar with a scowl or grimace of disgust when anyone looks him in the face, but here you are gracing him with an easy smile. A customer is a customer, he figures, and he'll do well enough. Yet, your friendliness doesn't feel like an act. Even after all these years, Cooper Howard still can clock other actors.

"Fifteen caps for the whole lot, but I'll throw in an extra sweet potato for the smile." You wink. Wink right at him as your smile grows. "They're good for ya, handsome." You add casually, the smile tugging up further into a cheeky grin. Your expression shifts. Playful. Coy. Interested.

Ain't that something? Cooper doesn't falter at the full force of your attention. He's too old and worn for that, but he sure does grin right back with a twinkle in his eye. Even an old ghoul like him can enjoy a pretty thing like you openly flirting with him.

Now that he’s heard it, Cooper decides your voice is sweet as a silver bell. The sort of soothing tone that reminds him of rain softly pelting a windowpane. It's the sort of sound that makes him wish to stay and listen for a while, tucked into the warmth that he suddenly wants you to offer up. He wants to get you talking to hear more. Wonders how he can coax you into a conversation.

That’s a fucking stupid idea. Cooper mentally shakes himself free of the passing fancy, head tilting ever so slightly as he peers down at you from the shadow of his hat. "Mhm. Ain't trying to get me hooked now are you, sweetheart?

"Something like that." 

“Well now, reckon vegetables ain’t the worst sort of vice a man can get lost in.” Cooper still can’t help himself. He lets his eyes wander right down your body before flicking back up to your face, what sort of vice he’s pondering made clear.

That flush on your cheeks blooms all the hotter as you laugh for him, the sound an utter delight when directed his way. You smile, sweet and shy now as you pluck up a hefty sweet potato to set beside the rest of his purchases. 

“Oh, well-” You start, stop with a small shake of your head as you smile all the wider. Utterly disarmed.

Cooper counts out the requested coin with a speculative hum, mirth sparking in his eyes as it seems he’s rendered you speechless. It’s down-right adorable if he’s being honest with himself. You’re a right little temptation he’d like to play with further. A dangerous thought.

Setting the coins onto the counter, he's swift in sweeping up his new bounty and stowing it all away into a pouch within his saddle bag. This close you're too bright and Cooper knows he's in trouble. Best to break away before you pull him into your orbit in full.

“You take care of yourself now, sweetheart,” Cooper drawls. He tips his hat towards you and turns away with spurs clicking. You watch him go, cheeks still flaming.

You know who he is. The Ghoul, the most famous Bounty Hunter the radiated Wastelands has to offer. You've heard all the rumors and truer tales about him all your life but nothing could prepare you for seeing him in the flesh. A dangerous sort of creature. A man who always brings his bounty in. 

You'd been watching him all day, stealing glances as you work. Now that you've seen him up close and personal? You're down-right fascinated. He’s nothing like the monster the stories painted him out to be. At least, he certainly wasn’t monstrous to you. There’s something captivating about him. Charming, even. 

You’ve seen ghouls before, of course. You know their kind as some live on the settlement with you. The majority end up shambling and ungainly, limbs no longer listening as the radiation rot wars with their regeneration abilities. A confusion that makes most of them uncoordinated and awkward in their transformed bodies, but The Ghoul? He’s got a swagger to his step that reminds you of those cowboys you’ve seen on ancient holotapes. 

He’s been lurking at the edge of your awareness all day, your head cocking in his direction to listen to the cadence of his voice as he bartered for bullets and talked business outside of the bar over yonder.

A thrill had jolted through you the moment he started to move towards your stall. The nervous energy thrumming through you had been made all the worse when you met The Ghoul’s gaze for the first time. A woman could find herself lost in such eyes and you’d certainly tripped right into them. Boldly meeting this stranger’s gaze and enjoying every second his attention was on you.