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I LOVE THEM, YOUR HONOR
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Aegon wears the crown of Aegon I. Maegor the Cruel was the last person to wear the conqueror's crown. Maegor, who murdered his nephew, the rightful heir to the throne, and usurped the throne for himself. He died a tragic death, leaving no heirs, and his line became extinct. The crown is too big, too heavy and doesn't fit his head. The crown doesn't fit him well, it's not for him.
Rhaenyra wears Jaeherys' crown. The last person to wear this crown was Rhaenyra's father, the king chosen by Jaeherys as his heir, Jaeherys who defeated the usurper and did not wear the crown worn by him, but created his own, which was to be a symbol of the return of the rightful line of succession to the throne. The crown fits perfectly on Rhaenyra's head.
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idk if you watch anime but even if you dont you should watch Nana. Its 100% Lana coded and so fucking angsty and beautiful and it altered my brain forever. That shit hits like a train.
I love anime!!! Thanks for this recommendation, Iâm definitely gonna have to watch it now !!!!
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[series masterlist]
cooper howard / the ghoul x f!reader
rated e - 1.6k
Tags: dubcon, power dynamics, vault dweller!reader, bounty hunting, pwp, restraints, sex for favors, rough oral (m rec.), 2 seconds of boot riding, flashbacks, sorta implied mutual pining, threatening with a gun, light degredation, spitting
a/n: please mind the tags! đ I heard him say âsweetheartâ (derogatory) and I was a goner. (Cooper is referred to as The Ghoul because I felt like he sure as hell wouldnât have given Reader his name yet.)
âBeen a long time since Iâve had mouth as sweet as yours.â
His tone then grows sharp, as the metal digs into your skin, âDonât make me regret it.â
(Or - when youâre captured for a bounty, you make a deal.)
Your knees sink dig into the ground, with the downward gesture of his finger.
Eyes tracking the hand that now wraps around his belt buckle, then up to the tongue that traps between parted teeth.
No more than a week ago, he had lassoâd a rope around your throat. Bringing you to the ground - his weight of his hips pinning you solidly against the earth.
âThereâs a bounty out for a Vaultie like you.,â The Ghoul had growled, as you bucked uselessly against him. âYou know that?â
The days since were spent leashed by his side - almost like a pet, with the way he kept a handle on the rope twined tightly around your wrists.
Making you walk ahead, a sharp tug that sent you stumbling if you wandered too far.
All the while, you still felt that gaze that slipped over you.
Dipping with the zipper that had dragged down, pinched between fumbling fingers. Just wanting to feel the breeze against your skin - luxury you never had in the Vault. It lingered where the sweat beaded, nestled down in the shadow between your breasts.
If he needed permission to want you, youâd give it to him.
âYou can use me,â You had told him - desperate, one night. âWhatever you want. Please, I canât go back.â
âYou best think twice about what youâre offerinâ, sweetheart.â The Ghoul has rasped. A tilt of his head, as his eyes dragged over you.
You let them, your own eyes wandering as well. Across gaunt eyes and roughened skin, trying to piece together the man beneath.
Picking up on tiny things in the days that followed. Clinking spurs, his accent - akin to old programs they used to show back at your Vault. Hints that heâs been around a long, long time.
The Ghoul was terrifying in a way that thrilled you. Youâd never seen someone move like he did, drawing faster than you could blink. A nightmare shrouded in a tattered leather coat, moving like a ghost.
He could rip your throat out with his bare teeth.
But he hadnât.
You hadnât had much to bargain with but you begin think even if you had caps - you might have ended up right here anyways.
But he hadnât made a move to touch you.
Not until today, when your packaged water had run dry.
Until he saw the way you eyed him, envious. Another ten miles of desert road ahead, the sun following you from above and your throat growing drier with each one.
âYou want some?â He asked, letting you watch the bead of water that rolled down his chin. âThen I think you know what you need to do, sweetheart.â
Heâs collecting on your offer, now.
Adjusting himself, under the shadow of a crumbling building. Your thighs parting as you find your balance, fists pressing into uneven ground. The rope tied around fixed firmly under the heel of his boot, leaving you unable to use them in a manner youâd like.Â
The Ghoulâs hat shields his eyes, but he canât hide the curve of his cock against his pants - the interested twitch, when he frees himself.
âDonât get shy on me, now.â He clicks his tongue, fingers wrapped around the base, âThis was your idea, after all.â
Thereâs a warmth pooling in your belly, as you shuffle closer. The part of your lips, the peek of your tongue against the tip.
Itâs much like the rest of him. Pulled-tight pink skin, roughened and wrinkled divots. Velvety and warm, as you take him into your mouth and suck.
He swells, as your lips wrap around him. As he inches deeper, with the shallow bob of your head. Heavy against your tongue, itâs not long at all before heâs fully hard.
You try to take more, struggling with your limited balance, the full size of him. Teeth scraping against skin, when his hand twists in your hair.
Thereâs a ragged groan rattling in his throat - then thereâs the cool press of a muzzle against your cheek, the low growling drawl of his voice.
âBeen a long time since Iâve had mouth as sweet as yours.â
His tone then grows sharp, as the metal digs into your skin, âDonât make me regret it.â
Your heartbeat thuds beneath your ribs. His message clear - fuck around, use your teeth on him, and you wonât live long enough to find out.
You donât test him. His grip lingers, until you go loose. Eyes lifting to meet his, letting him guide you.
The tightness in him unknots as well, when you let him into your throat. A low grunt, risking a glance down to see how well you take him - an unconscious buck of his hips into your waiting mouth.
âNot even two weeks out and youâre already sucking cock,â He grits out, âSo fucking eager to do it, too. You like ghouls sweetheart? Or just me?â
His voice rips into you, sending your nerves alight. He leaks against your tongue as you trace the rough skin, unable to help groaning.
âFuck,â The Ghoul growls, âJust mine. Let me hear you say it.â
His grip loosens, pulling himself from you. Spit clinging from the head of his cock to your lips as you swallow. A hand pinching at your chin, forcing your face to stay tipped up to his as you answer.
âJust yours.â
âGood,â He thumbs at your chin until you open again, tongue waiting against your lip. Filling you slowly this time, until heâs nudging against the back of your throat. Tears prick at your eyes, as you try not to gag around him.
The slow saw of his hips picks up. Itâs difficult without your hands - messy, with the way he uses you. Though thereâs something about it that itches at you, deep inside.
Something that makes the tight Vault Suit feel even more constricting. More than aware of the dampness that pools between your thighs. How the sound of his groans, the tight tug of your hair in his fist makes you clench.
Itâs has your thighs pressing together, as he fucks your mouth. A shift of your wrists so you can press the back of your hand against your center - easing some of the ache.
The pull of the rope beneath his boot has his eyes flicking further downwards. A cruel smile, when he sees.
âGetting off on this, sweetheart?â
You whine, and the smile widens.
âFilthy thing, arenât you?â He drawls, with the shift of his thighs. The other boot knocks against your wrists to move them, before fitting it between your thighs. Nudging against your center, giving you something to grind against.
Itâs not enough, but you both knew it wouldnât be.
It would be too kind, otherwise. And heâs shown that heâs sure as hell not nice.
A tear tracks down your cheek with the steady roll of his hips, your nose brushing hot skin with each thrust.
Your eyes shut - mindless, a soft buzz in your throat as you moan around him. Focused on his breath, how it grows short and panting and ragged.
Until heâs pulling himself from you with a grunt, his fist wrapping around his length.
âUnzip, darlinâ.â He growls, as he works himself, âAs much as Iâd love to fully use that pretty mouth of yours, I ainât about to share my RadAway.â
It takes you a second to catch the zipper on your Vault Suit, dragging it down. From your sternum to your abdomen - revealing the worn, white cotton of your bra, the inches of smooth skin beneath.
A hand frees from his grip in your hair. Touching you again, yanking at your suit and bra until it bares the tight peaks of your nipples.
âGoddamn,â He growls, âJust look at you. Bet youâre nice and messy beneath that suit.â
Fingers cup the weight, before heâs pinching down. Eliciting a soft moan, as his eyes sweep across your face - soft and half-lidded as you watch him.
âShouldâve just fucked you. Wouldâve taken me so well, wouldnât you?â
âYes,â You breathe - imagining it. Bent over one of the broken tables inside. His cock buried in your cunt instead of your mouth.
The moan he makes sounds feral - bitten back between clenched teeth. His other hand sliding to wrap around the back of your neck, holding you in place as his fist tightens.
âLook at me,â The Ghoul commands, and you do. Meeting his gaze with pupils that are blown wide, watching how pretty and ruined you look as he comes.
His groan is long and low as he spills across your cheek. The next against your lips, then chin. The jerk of his fist working himself empty across your breasts, until youâre marked thoroughly with him.
Smeared sticky against your skin, leaving you empty and aching as he admires his work. A whine when The Ghoul tucks himself away, his hat tipped down low again.
âOh,â He mocks, âYou think I forgot?â
For the briefest moment, you think he means to touch you. To ease your need - or offer something to clean yourself with - but instead heâs pulling the canteen from his bag.
âOpen.â He commands, before heâs taking the last remaining pull.
The protest is caught, as his hand grips your cheeks. As your lips part, like he told you to.
His jaw rolls, pooling the water against his tongue. And with the dip of his head - he spits.
This time, you swallow.
Nothing more was said, after. A cut-up scrap of cloth from his pack, tossed at you. He still clings to your skin, beneath the suit.
But as you start traveling again - as a crop of building rise up along the horizon in the north, that you realize -
Youâre pretty certain the path has changed.
ahh I just finished Fallout! What did you all think?? I loved it, and I canât see what they do with Cooperâs arc in s2 (and of course everyoneâs, I loved Lucy as well!) (And would love to know what you thought about this, as well! I have thoughts on a follow-up if thereâs interest!) đ
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Cooper Howard | The Ghoul x fem!Reader
Synopsis: After being captured by The Ghoul, he had dragged you through the hot desert of the Wasteland. You were so thirsty, and youâd do anything for a drink of water. And you meant anything.
Tags: Smut, Practically No Plot, Humiliation, Begging, Spit, Blowjobs, Throat Fucking, Thigh Riding, Biting, Hate Sex(?), maybe OOC The Ghoul but I think I got it right, Not Beta Read, there's still consent because i canât write severe noncon
Author's Note: i had so many âwhy am i writing thisâ moments yet i still finished it iâm so sorry.Â
You donât think youâve ever been this thirsty in your life.Â
Scratch that, you donât think anyoneâs ever been as thirsty as you currently are.Â
Even though you had no saliva left to swallow, you tried anyway, your throat feeling like sandpaper. It caused you to cough, earning a disgruntled noise from the ghoul currently holding you hostage.Â
The Ghoul. Infamous bounty hunter and the cruelest person youâd ever met. Of course, you only found out who he was after he captured you. Youâd never even heard of a ghoul until a few days ago, your sheltered life in Vault 14 withholding information about the surface to you.Â
You wished you were back home, suffocating as it was. At home, you wouldnât be forced to walk countless miles under the boiling Wasteland sun. At home, you wouldnât have a lasso around your neck, preventing you from running off. And even if you did manage to somehow escape the rope confines, youâd seen how accurate of a shot he was. Heâd kill you before you managed to keep a foot away from him.Â
You glanced back at him, The Ghoul, who had his sawed-off shotgun casually trained on you. He seemed unaffected by the heat, by the sun beating down on your faces. His hat made sure of that, and you supposed that you didnât have to worry about sunburn if all your exposed skin was melted by radiation.
It had been hard, looking at him at first. After spending your entire life surrounded by ânormalâ humans, it was a shock seeing him for the first time. Youâd seen burn scars before, sure, but never this severe, every inch of him covered in them. Of course, that wasnât the most off-putting part. That had to be the complete lack of nose, an empty socket where the cartilaginous appendage should be.Â
It unsettled you deeply, but you found that you couldnât stop looking at him, a sick part of your brain enjoying it. You didnât dare delve into that part of your mind right now, though, your current circumstance is significantly more important.Â
He had stopped you in Filly, and after a brief discussion had decided that he was taking you with wherever he was going. You had no say in the decision, and even when you fought and kicked and screamed he still managed to get you bound. A few people tried to help, not because they cared about you, but because they had also wanted to get their hands on a âVaultieâ. Apparently, you were worth something to them up here, a commodity of sorts. It made your skin crawl. Youâd gotten firsthand experience, then, of how good of a shot The Ghoul was.Â
How you longed to be back in the stuffy Vault, working as a teacher to those kids. As annoying as they were, at least they werenât currently threatening your life, or making you walk to who the hell knows. Youâd take that over this any day. Hell, youâd take latrine duty with overflowing toilets every single hour over this.Â
You fixed your attention back in front of you, the endless stretch of sandy dunes in front of you broken up by partially destroyed houses and skeletons of buildings. Your feet were in incredible amounts of pain, every step feeling like you had fifty pounds of bricks attached to your ankles. And that thirst, never ending, overwhelming thirst you felt nagged at you, consuming every thought of yours. Youâd take anything to drink now, even that definitely radiated puddle youâd passed hours ago. Or was it minutes? You couldnât tell.
You knew dehydration had long since started affecting you. You were no longer able to form sweat, and you were certain that your body was slowly cooking from the inside. You were almost certain it would be a better fate than whatever The Ghoul was leading you towards.Â
You hadnât even realized heâd stopped until you felt a sharp tug at your throat, nearly toppling you on your ass. You heard him chuckle as you steadied yourself, and you shot him a glare. Even faced with death, you werenât going to let yourself be treated like this. âWeâre stopinâ here,â he gestured to a dilapidated building to his right.
You had been surprised when he spoke the first time, not expecting a southern drawl. Youâd never heard an accent like his before, only ever hearing them on the Holotapes your Vault would play for movie night. Youâd also believed them to be fake, or to have died out with the rest of humanity. You had to admit, the one good thing to come out of this whole experience was hearing his voice.Â
Momentarily confused as to why you were stopping, your eyes focused, and you realized that the sun was half set. Youâd learned rather quickly that it was suicidal and stupid to travel across the Wasteland at night, after an almost perilous encountered with what you assumed to once be a bear. Youâd barely escaped with your life, climbing a tree until the creature grew disinterested and found new prey.Â
You almost wished it had torn you apart then.Â
Apparently you were taking too long, and you felt another tug at the rope, pulling you closer to him. âAinât got all day, sweetheart.â
Sweetheart. The name was anything but sweet, saying it with so much condescension that it made you flush angrily. At least, thatâs what you told yourself.Â
Grumbling something under your breath, you stormed past him, another low chuckle leaving him. âNothinâ good is gonna come from that mouth on ya,â he threatened, waving the gun at you in a go on motion.Â
The shifting sand nearly caused you to stumble as you ducked into the house through a window, and your eyes struggled to adjust to the low lighting. Holding your breath, you listened for anything else in the house besides the two of you, and when you were met with only your heartbeat, you continued further in.Â
Entering what used to be the living room, you saw a large couch, still in relatively decent condition, and luckily free of decomposed bodies. Any wood furniture, however, had already decayed, leaving only fragments where they once stood. You realized that if you were to sit on the couch, it would probably crumble under the weight.
The Ghoul entered behind you, and you made your way down the hallway, checking each room for anyone or anything that could do you harm. The first room was a bathroom, sand filling the bathtub like it was water. Out of desperation you almost tried to turn the handles on the sink, lift the seat of the toilet, do anything for a drop of water. But you refrained, not willing to stoop to that level yet. But you could feel that you were close.Â
The next room was a large master bedroom, completely destroyed from when the bombs fell. Sand covered everything, and the walls had practically caved in, leaving you exposed to the outside. There was no where you would stay there willingly tonight.Â
The third and final room was also completely devoid of life, but the empty crib in the middle of the room had you gasping, and you heard the click of a gun behind you as The Ghoul prepared for anything. You quickly shut the door. âNothing, sorry,â you managed to croak out, and you heard him scoff.
However, you saw that he did manage to catch a glimpse of the room before you closed the door, and in those still human eyes you saw something flash through them. Sadness? Longing? Anger? You couldnât tell, but you sure as hell werenât about to ask him about it.Â
Living room it is, then. Heading back to the original room, you watch The Ghoul sit on the couch, right in the center of it. It held, surprisingly, but you could hear the wood groan in warning. Spreading his legs, you watched him tilt his head back, a content sigh leaving his mouth.Â
If you had the energy to blush, you wouldâve as you watched him, finding yourself having to look away. Maybe dehydration was messing with your brain, the way you thought that was attractive. What the hell was wrong with you, you thought.Â
Thirst quickly chased those thoughts away, and you attempted to lick your dry lips, your tongue mostly sticking to them instead. You were about to go explore the bathroom until you remembered the rope around your neck.Â
Like he could read your thoughts, you watched him regard the lasso in his gloved hand. âYou gonna run off on me if I take this off, sweetheart?âÂ
You shook your head, excited to have the irritating rope no longer chafing your neck. âYouâll kill me before I could,â you responded, voice barely a whisper.
The Ghoul barked out a laugh. âDamn right I will.â He considered your response for a moment, and you fully believed that he was going to keep it there. That was until he stood, almost inhumanly fast, approaching you with long strides.
Holding your breath, you felt his tug the rope off your neck, those eerily human eyes never leaving yours as he did. You flinched when you felt one of his leather-clad fingers brush over the irritated skin. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest, mostly because of fear, but also for another reason that you refused to name.Â
With a satisfactory smirk, he looped the lasso back onto his belt. You quickly exhaled when he stepped away, eliciting a coughing fit, which was dry and only irritated your throat more. Fuck, you were so thirsty.Â
The Ghoul sat back on the couch in that same lounging position, and you debated sitting on the floor in front of him, but you feared that if you rested now then youâd never get back up. You watched him set a lantern on the ground, the weak oil based contraption the only source of light in the entire room. You didnât ask why he didnât start a fire; you also learned to not do that early on too.Â
So you remained standing, even though your feet screamed for relief. You ignored them, shifting to try and alleviate the pain slightly. Rubbing your neck, you could feel that he hadn't once taken his eyes off of you, and it was making you increasingly unnerved. âYou gonna stand there all night?â
You crossed your arms. âYes.â You tried to sound defiant, but it came out more like an airy noise.
âSuit yourself, then.â He rolled his eyes, making a show of getting comfortable on the couch. âItâll be a long night for you, thatâs for sure.â
Swaying, you leaned your back against one of the barely-standing walls, screwing your eyes shut. You occupied your thoughts with memories of home, trying desperately to ignore the pain. You were mostly successful, that was until you heard the sound of a canister being opened.Â
Curious, you opened your eyes back up, nearly falling to your knees when you saw him drinking from a circular canteen. You mustâve made some noise, because he was now smirking at you. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and you watched a droplet of precious water trail down his scarred chin, dripping onto his dusty clothes.Â
âSee somethinâ you want, sweetheart?â He was unabashedly cocky with his tone.Â
You son of a bitch, you thought, glaring daggers into him.
âNow, now, no need to be like that,â he chuckled, taking another sip. âJust tell me what ya want.â
He wanted you to ask for it. He wanted you to be at his mercy. Groaning, you rest your head back against the wall. You donât think youâve ever hated anyone as much as you hated The Ghoul. Any humanity left in him had been stripped away, leaving behind a cruel excuse of a human. Despite that, you couldnât deny the way your heart continued to patter in your chest as he stared at you expectantly, that cocky attitude doing things to you that would leave anyone who knew you horrified.
âIâŚâ you tried to talk, but your voice proved to be too scratchy. Clearing your throat as best you could, you tried again, ignoring the way he looked at you like a predator would his prey. It was similar to the bear from earlier, but youâd take that now over the ghoul in front of you. âI need water.â
He tsked, crossing a leg over his lap. âAnd here I thought you Vaulties were raised with manners.��
It took everything in you to not just snap at him, but that would leave you without any water. âI need water, please,â you gritted out.Â
The Ghoul shook his head disapprovingly. âShame,â you heard him mutter, before he was slowly pouring the water out onto the floor behind him.
Sheer panic tore through you, and if you were able to form tears, they would be in your eyes. âWait, wait, wait,â you pleaded, your voice cracking and breaking, and you lunged forward. The click of a gun had your blood going cold, but he at least had the decency to stop pouring. You held your hands up, taking a few steps back.
Registering that you werenât going to attack him, he lowered the gun, but he still kept it on his lap. If he had any eyebrows left, youâre sure one of them would be raised, waiting for you to continue.Â
âIâm- Iâm sorry,â you stammered out, keeping your hands in the air. âI just⌠Can I please have some water? Please, I-I⌠I need it. Iâm begging you⌠please.â You wondered if he could even make out your words.Â
You watched his eyes travel up and down your body, and he cocked his head. âAre you?â You made a confused noise, and he chuckled lowly. âAre you begginâ me?â
One problem that you always had at the Vault is that you never knew when to shut your mouth, and what you said next certainly made it clear that you hadnât learned yet. âYou want me to get on my knees, then?â You had meant it sarcastically, and you immediately regretted it when his eyes went dark.Â
You heard the creak of the couch as he planted both feet on the ground, leaning forward until his elbows rested on his knees. His guns barely stayed in his lap, but he didnât seem to care. âNow that you mention it⌠yeah.â
Humiliation warmed your cheeks, and you nearly let your pride stop you from sinking to the floor, but then you saw the way the canteen hung precariously in his hand. Damn it all. Taking a deep breath, you lowered yourself slowly, unable to look at the man, not wanting to see his victorious reaction. The sand shifted beneath your knees as you rested on them, but you could barely feel the relief your feet finally felt.
âCan-â
âCloser,â he cut you off gruffly. âAnd I want those eyes on me.â His voice had turned husky, and you realized he was enjoying this. Were⌠were you enjoying this too? You honestly couldnât tell.
Wordlessly, you obeyed, shuffling forward until your knees bumped into his shoes. Your ears burned worse than they did out in the sun, and you wished it would just explode and incinerate you right now. âEyes up, sweetheart,â he practically purred.Â
You took a moment to prepare yourself before you were looking at him through hooded eyes. The brim of his hat cast a shade over his face, and you could only see the hungry glint in his eyes matched with a predatory smirk. Oh, he was loving this, and you couldnât help but squirm under his gaze, heat pooling in your belly that was quickly doused by shame.Â
âCan I please have some water? Please? I- Iâm really thirsty and⌠just a bit. Please.âÂ
His grin grew more as you begged, and you sagged with relief when he brought the canteen closer, no longer dangling over the back of the couch. âSee, that ainât so hard now, was it?â
âIâm sorry,â you found yourself apologizing, for what, you werenât quite sure. You werenât too upset about it, though, especially when he brought the canteen to your lips.Â
âHead back,â he ordered, and you did, your neck straining at the angle. You swore you heard him groan when you parted your lips, never breaking eye contact with him. The water was disgusting and acidic, but damn if it wasnât the best thing youâd ever had the pleasure of drinking. He poured it into your mouth, and you desperately swallowed every single drop, the dryness in your mouth and throat instantly being quenched.Â
But it wasnât enough, and you couldnât help the disappointed noise you let out when he ceased the pouring. âMore, please,â you found yourself whining, any remnants of shame tossed out the broken window youâd climbed into.
âManners, Vaultie,â he growled.
âThank you, thank you,â you repeated like a mantra, and The Ghoul let out a pleased hum. Thirstiness still clung to you like a second skin, but you felt better than you had moments ago. Some of your energy had returned, and you felt like you were no longer in the grasp of death.Â
âYou want more?â He asked, and you immediately nodded.
âPlease,â you whispered, and you saw something almost wicked pass over his features.Â
âDonât worry,â you felt one of his gloved hands sneak around your back, collecting a handful of hair and tugging, forcing your head back even further. You cried out, a mix of shock and pain. âYouâll get more. Just keep that pretty mouth wide open, just like that.â His normal drawl had turned into an almost rasp, and you shuddered.Â
You watched as he took a swig for himself, but he didnât swallow, keeping the water in his mouth. Confused, you closed your mouth, but as soon as you did you felt him pull hard at your hair. Obediently, you opened it back up, a shaky exhale leaving you.
If he had a nose, it would be currently pressed up against yours. He adjusted so that he was practically towering above you, and man did the angle kill your neck, but you didnât dare complain. With increasingly widening eyes, you watched as he slotted his mouth above yours, not touching, but you could still feel the heat from his body.Â
You nearly flinched when you felt the water hit your mouth, fighting every instinct that told you to shut it. The act was filthy and degrading, but youâd be a liar if you said it wasnât getting you incredibly aroused. Your Vault-Tec suit was becoming suffocating; it hadnât even felt this bad when you were outside.Â
As he sat back on to the couch, his lips glistened in the dim light, stray remnants of water still coating them. As you held the water in your mouth, he frowned disapprovingly. âDo I gotta spell it out for ya?â He shifted forward again, grasping your face. âSwallow.âÂ
When you did, he let go, tapping your cheek lightly. âAtta girl,â he cooed, and you sputtered, cheeks growing warm. Shifting where you sat, you tried and failed to relieve some of the tension in you. You thought you were subtle in your movements, but his sharpshooter gaze locked onto it immediately.Â
He laughed, a mix of surprise and condescension in one. âThis gettinâ you turned on? Maybe you ainât all that innocent, Vaultie.â
You eyed the half-hard tent in front of you. âIâm not the only one,â you grumbled out, and he laughed again.Â
âI ainât the one on my knees, sweetheart.â Scoffing, you watched him lean back again. You expected him to say something, do something, but he simply watched you with anticipatorily. Something shifted in the atmosphere, and you realized he was putting the situation in your hands, wordlessly asking you how far you were willing to take this.Â
You needed this. You needed him, as bewildering as it was for you to admit to yourself.Â
Desire running deeper than that for water coursed through your veins, and you nodded. âMore.â You both knew that you werenât fully talking about the canteen in his hand.Â
âGood answer.â Before you could even register, he was gripping your face again. Fingers pressed into your cheeks harshly, opening your mouth back up. Taking another swig, you expected him to repeat what heâd done last time, but you were startled when you felt his lips on yours.Â
It was a strange kiss, his closed mouth against your open one, but it didnât stay like that for long. His lips pulled apart, and without needing further prompting you swallowed another precious mouthful of water. You could feel that bastardly smirk against your mouth, and if you were anywhere near being able to create a coherent thought you wouldâve said something.Â
But you didnât, you couldnât. It was like you were caught up in some haze, but you were sent out of it when you felt his tongue sweep into your mouth. Youâd kissed a few people, sure, but never like this. It elicited a startled noise from you that had him pulling back an inch, and you had to fight yourself to not chase after his lips.
âNever had that before?â He chuckled, and he found your following silence an adequate enough answer. âOh, sweetheart, Iâm gonna fuckinâ ruin you.â
He didnât even give you a moment to react before he was crashing his mouth back against yours. It was all tongue and teeth and it had you moaning, and you felt the grip on your face tighten. Your head spun, and you tried to keep up with his movements, but you ended up just letting him take over, moving his mouth against your however heâd like.Â
He nipped at your lower lip with his teeth, and your hands shot out, no longer able to just keep them idly in your lap. You found purchase on his thighs, the sinewy muscles tensing under your touch. But the grip on your face tightened more, almost incredibly painful. Your eyes shot open, alarmed, and a pained noise left you.Â
He had pulled away again, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths, but he was glaring down at you. âYou better watch those hands.â Even though his voice was husky, the threat didnât make you any less terrified.Â
You were confused, and you watched his eyes trail down to his lap where your hands were. Unable to move your head, you had to strain your own eyes to look down, and sheer dread washed over you when you saw his gun still in his lap, your hands a mere inch away from it.Â
âI- I wasnât⌠I didnât⌠â you gasped breathlessly. âI didnât know! I- Iâm sorry! Please.â Out of all the times youâd begged and pleaded tonight, this time had to be the most genuine. Immediately retracting your hands back to your lap, you awaited his response tensely. What you failed to notice was the way his eyes darkened as you groveled, his pants growing tighter.
His gaze returned to your face, and out of the corner of your eye you watched as he moved the gun from his lap into his hand. You half expected him to point it at you next, but you let out a very audible sigh of relief when he set it on the couch beside him. It was completely out of your reach now, but he could still easily grab it.Â
He loosened the grip on your jaw, still holding it, but no longer digging into your flesh painfully. âI wonât stop you next time,â he growled, and it took you a second to register what he was saying: he wonât stop you next time because youâd be dead as soon as you began to reach for it.Â
You nodded as best you could. âGood,â heâd lost the threatening tone, but his voice was still gravely and raspy. âNow, where was I?â His eyes flicked down to your lips, and you sure they were swollen and shiny. âThatâs right.â
Like nothing had happened, he returned to his ministrations, teeth grazing your bottom lip again. You hesitated when you set your hands back on his thighs, gaining more confidence when he didnât stop you. In fact, he was actively encouraging your explorative touches, a pleased noise rumbling his chest as your fingers trailed up his thighs.Â
Another swipe of his tongue and a particularly harsh bite had you gripping onto him, barely able to find purchase on the thick material of his pants. You desperately needed air, but he held his grip on your jaw, seemingly unaffected by the issue you were having. Did ghouls need to breathe? It seemed like they didnât, because he had yet to tear his mouth away for air once as he first kissed you.Â
As your hands reached his belt, it was then he finally tore away, a groan leaving him. Sucking in as much air as your lungs could handle, you ran your touch across the prominent bulge. You felt the hand on your jaw go lax, falling to his lap. âYou gonna take care of that?â He was giving you another out, giving you an opportunity to stop you from doing something you could regret.Â
Rationally, you knew you should stop here, and pretend like this didnât just happen. You knew the version of you from the Vault would do that. But this new part of you, exposed to the Wasteland and the savagery of the surface world found that you wanted to continue. Besides, you were probably going to end up getting killed in the next few days; why not have some new experiences before your time was up.
You didnât respond, you simply began to undo the buckle of his belt. You couldnât get the thing off of him, so it just rested open on his thighs. âOh, youâre filthy,â he chuckled, spreading his legs even further apart while leaning back against the couch. âGo on, sweetheart. Letâs see what that mouthâs good for.â
This also wasnât your first time in a situation like this. Youâd only ever done it once, but you apparently weren't too terrible at it, as he frequently requested for a second time, but you always turned him down. You kinda wish you hadnât now, wishing you had more experience now, but a part of you knew that this was about to be incredibly different from anything you wouldâve experienced in the Vault.
With hands that you prayed werenât incredibly shaky, you pulled down the zipper of his pants. He kept his eyes locked onto you the entire time, darkening even more as the unzipping noise hit his ears. You couldnât bring yourself to look away from him, no matter how hard you wanted to. Something about his expression had you locked in, and you shifted again.Â
âDonât let me stop ya,â he rested his arms along the backside of the couch, and you realized youâd just been sitting there. Steadying yourself, you slipped your hand into the confines of his pants, underneath the waistband of his briefs. You heard him let out a small hiss when your fingers brushed over his cock, and you desperately wanted to hear him make more noises like that.
It took a bit of maneuvering before he was free, head brushing against his navel. The skin was pocked like the rest of his body, which you were expecting. What you werenât expecting was how long he was, much longer than your previous encounter.
Before you could let nerves disarm you, you moved closer to him. Bracing your hands back on his thighs, you kissed his tip, and you heard his hiss again. Sneaking your tongue out, you ran it up his length, pressing another kiss when you reached the top. âDonât tease,â he growled, tangling his gloved fingers back into your hair.Â
When you took him into your mouth, he let out a noise that sounded like a laugh and a sigh, the grip on your hair growing painful. It didnât deter you, rather it drove you wild, and you took as much of him as you could. When he hit the back of your throat, you had to stifle the urge to gag. Taking the rest of him in one of your hands, you began to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks.Â
You couldnât see the way his eyes locked onto his cock leaving and entering your mouth, but you could hear the small grunts he made in tandem with the movement of your head. He kept his hips surprisingly still, but his fingers were somehow getting even tighter, as if all of his restraint was being poured into his grip, and it was on the verge of snapping. âYou can take more.â It wasnât a question, and you felt his press down on the back of your head when you had him fully in you.
Startled, you tried to make a noise, but the vibrations just went straight to his cock. He groaned, louder this time, and he didn't let up. âRelax,â he bit out, and you tried. You really did. Taking as deep a breath you could, you forced your muscles to relax, your hands going back to his thighs. Tears sprung to your eyes as you really tried not to gag, but a garbled sound still left you as he pushed himself further down your throat.Â
âFuck,â he drawled out, âjust like that.â It felt like five years had passed before your nose was finally pressed into his skin, his cock fully sheathed down your throat. Tears dripped onto his skin, but he didnât seem to feel them. Your scalp stung as he lifted your head up, and you took in a shuddering breath, your lungs screaming for air.
You didnât have a long reprieve before he was shoving you back down again, and even though the intrusion wasnât new it still caused you to make an awful noise. It took him pulling you off again for you to realize what he was doing; he was fucking your mouth, using it for his own pleasure like you were just a toy. The realization had you moaning, the discomforts becoming an afterthought as he chased his pleasure, your own growing.Â
Your Vault-Tec suit was becoming unbearable arousal tightening in your core, and you snuck a hand down between your legs, trying to touch yourself through the thick material. It didnât help, but you still tried anyway, desperate for any sort of relief. The Ghoul laughed, not letting up the way he moved your head. âOh, sugar, is suckinâ my cock gettinâ you bothered?â
Your head spun, the new nickname and the crude words making you dizzy, and you let out what you hoped was a confirmatory sound. He only huffed in response, and you could tell that he was starting to get close to his release. His hips had started to buck, albeit slightly, and his groans had turned to unintelligible moans.Â
He cursed again, and you were barely able to glimpse his head roll back, hat hitting the ground. He didnât care, continuing to fuck your face, and you desperately ground against your hand. âSo good, fuck,â he panted, and you let your eyes flutter shut.
They shot open when you heard him moan your name, but you had little time to appreciate the way he said it. He pressed down hard on the back of your head, holding you there, your nose pressed flat against his body. A plethora of curses fell from his lips as he came, his cum spurting deep down your throat.Â
He let go, hands falling to his sides, and you removed yourself, coughing and gasping for air. Your cheeks were wet with tears, your jaw aching, but it was the best pain youâd ever felt. He stared at you with lustful eyes, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.Â
Holy shit. You were tired, but you wanted more. But you werenât expecting him to do anything else tonight. This wasnât a partnership; heâd gotten his release. Youâd need to deal with it on your own.Â
So caught up in what you were expecting, you gasped when you felt his lips graze the corner of your mouth. His hand cradled your cheek, leather growing damp, and you felt his lips brush the tears that had fallen on the other cheek. You realized he was licking your tears away, and when he registered that you noticed he chuckled, muttering something about not wanting to waste water. You let out an airy chuckle in return, still not fully wrapping your head about what had and what is transpiring.Â
âGuess one good thing came from that mouth,â he teased, referencing his earlier threat. He tugged you up, and you stood with knees shaking like a fawn. Youâre certain you looked like a mess but he either didnât care or really enjoyed it.Â
You really had no idea what was going to happen next. You observed him with wide eyes, and you couldnât help the bewildered look when you saw him stroking himself, still rock hard like he hadnât just come. He chuckled when he saw what had caused you to react. âOne good thing âbout beinâ a ghoul,â he rasped. âStamina.â
His own raked down your body, honing in on the way your thighs pressed together, and they flicked back up to your own. âTake it off.â
You didnât have to be told twice, the zipper on your suit quickly becoming undone. Even though the air was hot, it still felt nice against your hot skin. He didnât blink as you undressed, eyes clocking in every new inch of exposed skin. Tugging it down your shoulders and off your arms, you let it fall to the ground, the material pooling at your ankles.Â
Left in only your bra and underwear, you kicked the Vault-Tec suit off your feet, and you stood there, unsure. âAll of it,â he continued, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.Â
As you reached for the clasp of your bra, you watched him lean forward slightly, eyes watching you like you were the most delicious meal he was about to devour. Tossing the garment beside you, you reached for the waistband of your underwear. He raised a hand, making your halt, your fingers barely looped under the band.
With two fingers, he gestured you forward, grinning when you complied easily. His hands batted away your own, and you felt he begin to peel it away himself. He was almost eye level with your navel, and you felt his breath caress your stomach. It was like he was unwrapping a present, the way he ripped it down your legs, and it fell around your ankles like the suit.Â
You were hardly able to kick it away before he pulled you onto his lap, your hands bracing against his still clothed chest. The couch made a very audible noise, on the virgo of collapsing, but neither of you seemed to hear it. One of your legs straddled his thigh, your bare center pressed against his pants, no doubt soaking the material.
 âYouâre wearing too much,â you found yourself commenting, and you felt him chuckle. He took his hands off your waist, holding them in front of you so you could clearly see him take off his gloves, tossing them by his gun. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, realizing that that was all you were getting from him.Â
You werenât complaining, though, when his bare hands touched you for the first time. Along with the marred skin, his fingers were calloused, years and years of harsh life, fighting, and shooting making them so, but they were the best things youâd ever felt touch your soft skin.
He seemed to be having similar thoughts, humming appreciated as he felt your body, fingers dancing up your sides. Goosebumps erupted across your skin, and you sighed as he continued his exploration upwards. Worn hands cupped your breasts, fingers toying with your perked nipples, and you unconsciously pressed your chest forward. âLook at ya,â it felt like he was mostly talking to himself, âyou ainât gotta mark on your body.â You felt his mouth graze your breasts, lips ticking you as he spoke.Â
You jumped when his teeth made contact with the delicate skin of the top of your breasts, and he chuckled. Moving lower, he took one of your nipples between his lips, his hand making sure the other one was receiving the same attention. His tongue flicked, sucked, and the occasional nip had you crying out, jolts of pleasure shooting through your body. One of your hands settled on the back of his head, the other sneaking back between your legs.
With that surprising speed, he caught your wrist, not even tearing his mouth away from you. You let out a noise of complaint, and you could feel him grin. His hands left your breasts, settling back on your waist, and you felt him begin to rock you back and forth on his thigh. With every rock, your clit ground against the tensed muscle, and you let out small moans, small waves of pleasure crashed through your body.
When he felt you begin to move on your own, he let go, returning his touch to your breasts, playing and massaging them as you got off on his thigh. His mouth trailed up your body, leaving a trail of small kisses and ginger bites, your once smooth skin now slightly indented. Having been worked up for a while, you felt that you were growing close to release, his ministrations bringing you closer.Â
He was at your neck now, and he bit particularly hard at the thick tendon there. He laughed when he felt your hips begin to rock harder, and you felt his tongue smooth over the bitten skin. âI-â you tried to speak, but an airy whine from your throat cut you off. Your thighs were trembling, and you could feel the damp patch that had formed on his pants, but you couldnât be bothered to feel embarrassed right now.Â
âYou close, sugar?â Not trusting your voice, you nodded instead. âFuck, yeah you are. Câmon, let me feel ya,â he groaned, mouthing at your neck.Â
It only took a few more rolls of your hips before you came, his name tumbling from your lips as a loud cry, pleasure igniting all your nerves. Your stubbed nails dug into the back of his head, and he growled. Your whole body was trembling as you rode out your high, only ceasing the movement of your hips when it became too overstimulating.
A shocked laugh left you, and you slumped forward. That seemed to be the last straw for the couch, the furniture collapsing beneath the two of you. It nearly caused to tumble off his lap, but you felt his hands secure under your thighs. He stood, holding you like you weighed nothing, and your legs instinctively wrapped around his body.Â
He eased you to the ground, the sand digging uncomfortably into your skin, causing your back to arch off the ground to avoid feeling it. You couldnât help the gasp you let out when you watched him shrug off his jacket, tucking behind you wordlessly. These small glimpses of humanity youâd seen from the Ghoul, like when he saw the crib, or when he gave you a way lead you to believe that maybe he wasnât as bad as you originally believed him to be.
Well, you still hated him, and you were still his captive, but you realized that he wasnât a complete monster. It was moments like this, where those high walls heâd built to survive in the Wasteland began to crumble, and you could see glimpses of the man you assumed he once was.
He didnât give you much time to reflect, though, because his lips were crashing against yours, and all thoughts disappeared. Your legs were still wrapped around his waist, and you could feel his cock pressed against your folds. He didnât press in though, and you whined against his lips, moving your hips as best you could to try and get him to move. âWhatdya want, sweetheart?â He murmured, nestling his head in the crook of your neck.Â
âYou,â you gasped out.
âIâm right here,â he chuckled a bit, and he still didnât move.
Groaning, you ground against him again, trying to get him to just push himself into you. He groaned, yet he still didnât move, his resolve stronger than you anticipated. âFuck me, please,â you choked out, and you could see him smirk in satisfaction.Â
He didnât respond, and you felt him press into you, sheathing into you with a single thrust. Similar noises of pleasure escaped both your mouths, and your fingers wove into the fabric of his shirt, desperately trying to find something to grip onto. He stretched you out so well, and you gasped when you felt his hips press against you. He was so deep inside of you, father than any other person youâd taken to bed, and it overwhelmed you in all the best ways.
âSugar, you feel incredible.â You babbled something in response, and you hated how proud he looked. He didnât give you time to adjust before he was setting a brutal pace, hips snapping against yours. The sound of skin on skin and your cries of his name filled the room, and you swore if you gripped any tighter on his shirt that it would rip.
Small puffs of air tickled your neck with every thrust, whispers of your name hidden in the gasps. Fingers dug into your waist, most likely going to leave marks in the morning, your once smooth skin littered with marks of him. You couldn't see what your body looked like right now, but you had a pretty damn good idea, and the picture you visualized in your mind had you clenching around him, causing him to falter, albeit it only for a second.
Despite the slight overstimulation you were feeling, you could feel another orgasm begin to form, slowly but surely. Letting go of his shirt, you grasped at his face, pulling back up for another breath-stealing kiss. You were so caught up in the way he continued to thrust into you and the way his mouth slotted against yours that you failed to notice the way one of his hands left your waist.Â
You broke the kiss with a startled yet pleased nosed when you felt his fingers begin to work at your clit, rubbing fervent circles into the sensitive nerves in time with the thrusts of his hips. âCum on my cock, sweetheart. Câmon,â he groaned out, and your head hit the ground, barely softened by the jacket and the sand.Â
His name had turned into soft pants, unable to form a coherent thought as he relentlessly fucked you. The added stimulation brought you closer to the edge, and you tried to let him know you were getting close. âGo âhead, lemme feel ya,â his accent had been cranked up to a hundred, and in any other situation you wouldâve found that funny.Â
With a final cry of his name, you came again, your vision going white as you temporarily spaced out, the pleasure too overwhelming. When you came to, he had pulled out of you, leaving you empty and shivering. You watched as he stroked himself a few more times before he came all over your stomach.
It was only the sound of breathing in the room now, both of you just staring at each other as you calmed. Relaxing on his coat, you watched as he stood, tucking himself back into his pants as he did. Closing your eyes, you focused on your breathing, jumping when you felt a cloth on your stomach, wiping away his release from your skin.Â
He didnât say anything, tossing the cloth to one of the corners of the room when he was done. He placed your clothing beside you, before sitting and resting against the collapsed remnants of the couch, head rolling back.Â
Groaning, you broke free from the post-orgasmic haze you were in, sitting upright. Both pleasure and pain still lingered in your muscles, making your movements sluggish and uncoordinated. Slipping on your undergarments, the dampened fabric of your underwear was incredibly uncomfortable, but you gritted your teeth and ignored it. After putting on your bra, you debated putting on the Vault-Tec suit, but the idea of putting it back on made our overheated body cry.Â
The Ghoul watched you as you redressed, thinly veiled desire and interest flicking in those eyes. You were now sitting upright on his jacket, and you got up onto your knees, freeing the garment and holding it in your arms. Scooting towards him, you held it out to him with shaking arms, almost like a peace offering. His eyes didnât leave you as he took it, setting it beside him.
Before you could decide that it was a bad idea, you sat down next to him, shoulders brushing. If he was surprised, he did a good job of hiding. Exhaustion returned, and you felt your eyes begin to flutter close, head bobbing as you struggled to stay awake.
It was your turn to be surprised when you felt him pull your shoulder down, resting your head in his lap. You were even more surprised when he draped his jacket over your shoulders, the material thin enough to not overheat you. You glanced up at him with wide eyes, but he avoided your gaze, staring at the half-standing wall in front of him.
âRest. Weâre leavinâ at sunrise.â His voice was hoarse, back to that commanding tone from earlier.Â
Getting as comfortable as you could, you let your eyes shut, sleep beckoning you. You had no idea what was going to happen tomorrow, but as you felt his fingers comb delicately through your hair, you knew that he was no longer going to be following his original plan for you.
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Nighttime Affairs (The Ghoul/Cooper Howard x Reader)
You and the Ghoul, Cooper Howard, have a complicated relationship with each other. One which involves him paying you some nightly visits when he passes on by that little home of yours out in the lonesome wasteland.
Warnings: 18+, smut, vaginal sex, fingering, bit of orgasm denial, bit of dirty talking, creampie, biting (its cooper i dunno what you expect, he's going to bite you), oral - reader receiving, complicated relationship, bit of yearning/pinning, fluff, cuddling, kissing, splash of angst, not beta read
Pairing: The Ghoul/Cooper Howard x gn!afab!Reader (reader's gender is never mentioned but they do have a vagina)
Wordcount: 4256
a/n: made the smut a bit angsty at the end there by mistake. whoopsie daisies. Anyway, like it says above readers gender is never mentioned. But they do have a vagina (because I have a vagina, and I want to fuck the ghoul). Nothing about reader's chest is ever mentioned either. Also I usually write fluff/non smut fics, and only tend to post that. I have written smut before, but this is just my first time actually sharing some of it. So like ;-; Okie dokie? okie dokie.
Dividers by @/saradika-graphics (much love j â¤ď¸)
Nights in the wasteland were always a deadly affair. All sort of creatures made themselves knownâboth human and non-human alikeânever having the friendliest of tendencies. It was why you always made sure that your windows remained boarded up. Double checking the door of your home to be firmly locked, before finally making your way to bed.
You always kept a gun hidden beneath your pillow as you slept. Easy to grab in case of a break in. Acting like a sort of safety blanket. Hoping that such a comfort would help you sleep soundly, though most nights you still found it difficult. Restlessness haunted you. Plagued your mind. Never truly able to rest easilyânot with danger lurking around ever dark corner.Â
 Sometimes that unease proved helpful. Such as tonight, while on the brink of sweet slumber, there had been a shift in the room. The sound of worn floorboards creaking jolting you awake. It wouldnât be the first time some wanderer had tried to get the jump on you in the middle of the night.Â
Hand quick to grab your gun, you point it at the new body in the room. Adrenaline pumping in your veins. Heart on edge. Ready to fire at a moment's notice.Â
âEasy there sweetheart.âÂ
Your tired eyes blinked. Once. Twice. Trying to clear away your sleep clouded vision enough to properly comprehend the familiar figure currently standing in the center of your tiny room.Â
âCooper?âÂ
The Ghoul grinned at you in the darkness. Hazel eyes almost seeming to shine from the moonlight that managed to filter in. His head had tilted to motion to the gun in your hand. An amused hum leaving him. âBit of a rude way to greet your guests.âÂ
âWouldnât call you much of a guest.â You lowered the gun and rubbed at your face with a sigh. âMore of a nuisance if anything.âÂ
âAw, your words wound me darlinâ.â His words drawn out and mocking, as he feigned being hurt, before he had turned from you to continue removing his gear. Setting it all wherever he liked in your room. Acting almost as if he owned the place. Not a care in the world that he was currently invading your home uninvited. Again.Â
You could only seem to roll your eyes as you watched him. âWhat are you doing here so late?âÂ
âOh just passinâ through.â The Ghoul said with a casual hum. Pulling out his own gun, its barrel glinting just as his gaze had earlier, before he set it on your nightstand. The tossing of his hat onto your bedpost quickly following. âNeeded a place to stay.âÂ
It hadnât been a question. He wasnât asking. Never really did when he chose to invite himself into your home. It used to scare you way back when you first met the Ghoul. You never knew if the next time he came would be the one where you met with a bullet.Â
But you learned quickly that Cooper only ever did what he felt he needed to. Wouldnât take the life of someone he found to be useful. He didnât kill pointlessly like that. Everything had a reason with him. Even if you couldnât quite see it at first.Â
âWell why donât just make yourself at home then.â You grumbled. Annoyed. A bit more bite to your words then usual. Though it hadnât seemed to phase him in the slightest.Â
âAlready on it sweetheart.âÂ
You glared at him, but he continued to barely pay any mind to it. As you went to put your own gun back beneath the pillow, you had laid down again. Rolling to face the wall, and letting out a tired breath, as you tried to settle. Let the exhaustion claw at your mind and allow your eyes to flutter close. Trying to ignore him just as he did to you. âJust donât make a mess.âÂ
The Ghoul hadnât replied. Which had been a surprise. He always seemed to have something to say. But there was none of that. Instead there was only the sound of more shuffling in the room before the bed finally shifted with his added weight. Pulling you back from the brink of sleep just enough, as he joined you among the tattered sheets.
 Your bed was cramped. Meant for only a single soul, and yet that never seemed to bother him as he fit himself in how he liked. It didnât take very long for you to feel the press of his cool body against yours. An arm finding itself around your waist, as lips sought out your neck and trailed over your skin.Â
âSleeping.â You said. Quiet. But still you shifted. Legs parting ever so slightly. An invitation you knew he wouldnât refuse.Â
You allowed him to take what he wantedâhis true reason for being hereâand he did so greedily. Without any ounce of hesitation, bare fingers smoothing down and slipping past the waistband of your pants into their front. Immediately finding the prize he wanted. Your breath hitching as they ghosted over your clit. Teasing.Â
âThen sleep.â Lips caressed your ear. His breath hot on your skin. Rough hands had molded you into his liking. Feeling yourself growing wet beneath his fingers all too quickly, as two of them slipped into your heat at first chance. âDonât bother me, none.âÂ
Desire bloomed inside you. Arousal coiling tight. He left marks where he could. Harsh kisses that had teeth grazing your skin. Fingers moving inside of you to pull any sound from your lips that he could. Touching you in ways that had you burning, as if you would be engulfed in flames at any second. Toying with your body and purposely bringing you so close to the edge without ever actually bothering to send you over.Â
âStop teasing.â You had shifted again. Trying to provide more space for his devilish hands. Moving yourself against him to seek the feeling you so desiredâthat last bit of pleasure that he denied you so easily, and would continue to do so.Â
âI thought you were sleeping.â His words had a teasing tone to their depths, as he nipped at your skin. Pressing himself closer. Grinding. His own arousal hard against your hip. Just as worked up as you were it seemed. But somehow still not nearly as desperate.Â
âWas trying to.â You sighed out a moan. Leaning impossibly close into him. Hand gripping at his wrist tight as he worked you. Letting his touch consume your very being. âHard to sleep with someone messing around in my pants.âÂ
The Ghoul chuckled. âWell letâs fix that then.âÂ
And suddenly his hands were slipping away.Â
You felt your eyes open at the loss of him. Hadnât even realized they were still closed until that moment. You had gone to protest. Reaching out in the darkness to try and stop him from leaving. But he hadnât gone far. He had moved you to lay fully onto your back before you could really react. Your pants and underwear removed by him in an instant. Lost to the dark depth of your room's floor. Not to be seen again until morning light.Â
The Ghoul loomed over you. Eyes amused, and hands gripping your thighs. He spreads your legs out for himself wide. Exposing your arosural bare before his gaze into the open room. Fitting himself comfortably in between. Almost like there was nowhere else he belonged in the world. Ready to devour you whole.Â
And what was worse is that youâd gladly let him do so too.Â
âFucking filthy thing you are.â He had whistled as he looked down at the debauched display he had made of you already. Fingers moving below to run along your dripping lips. Sending another shiver of pleasure up your spine. âYouâre soaking and yet Iâve barely done a thing.âÂ
You couldnât help but squirm a bit beneath him. He hadnât bothered to remove any of his own clothes, save for the jacket and gloves he must have tossed somewhere in your room. He never really did remove his clothes when fucked you. Couldnât remember anytime you had even seen him without a shirt.Â
At first you thought he had been shy over his predicament. He wouldnât have been the first ghoul you met to have struggled with the change after all. But that had been a foolish thought, because Cooper Howard wasnât ever shy. It was just another thing he couldnât be bothered with.Â
It wasnât worth it to him to remove, simply put. Probably even still had his boots on at the moment. Trucking sand and only god knows what into your bed. Youâd usually lecture him for it. But like with many things tonight, he wouldnât give you the chance.Â
Before you knew it he had leaned down to put his mouth on you. Sucking at your clit. Lips and tongue working you in all the right places. Fingers gripping your thighs to keep you open for him. Devouring you whole, almost like he had been starved for days.Â
It didnât take much of this for you to be brought to that edge. It had been so long since you last saw himâlast had himâand his skillful tongue had your orgasm approaching rapidly. Your one hand fisting the sheets below while the other reached for his scarred head. Pulling him in impossibly close. Trying to keep him there. But true to his nature just as you felt those sparks begin to fly he stopped. Lips leaving you and letting your pleasure fall. Hot breath only fanning over your soaked folds.Â
He did this often. Riled you up to the point of breaking. Allowing your pleasure to grow high before sending it crashing down again suddenly. Denying that bliss you always found yourself so desperate for when with him.Â
Most nights you were brought to tears by it. Begging him to let you have that sweet release. Frustration with his teasing at its peak. Tonight you did not beg or plead though, not yet at least, instead you sat up to lean onto your elbows. Insult for him at the tip of your tongue, ready to lecture him for all he was worth, but any complaint you had quickly died in your throat.
 The Ghoul had bit your thigh. Hard. Whether to silence you, or just because he wanted to, you didnât know. You just gasped. Trying to pull away, though his hands remained firm. Fingers digging into your skin almost too harshly and holding you in place. Only finally pulling back just enough to swipe his tongue over the mark he left.Â
You had winced from the pain, the mark aching, but despite it your arousal only seemed to course through you still. Stronger even. âThat was just mean.â
âYou like when Iâm mean.â He smirked as he sat up again to overlook you. Your blood still staining his lips. âBesides, youâre supposed to be sleeping. Remember?âÂ
âYeah and whoâs fault is it that Iâm not?âÂ
âNo idea what you mean sweetheart.â The Ghoul had let go of your legs then. Leaning back onto his knees to free himself. Belt unbuckling to pull out his aching cock. Squeezing himself briefly before guiding it to your drenched hole. Teasing at your folds. âJust here enjoying what was given to me after all.âÂ
It was quick the way he entered. No ceremony or grace. No time to say another single word between you two. Barely gave time for you to gasp again. Sending a shock through your system. He didnât wait. Thrusts downright filthy as he took you all for himself. Both of your moans and heated breaths filling the room. The air suddenly feeling suffocating and hot.Â
Your hands had gripped at his forearms, hoping to ground yourself and failing miserably, all while his own fingers dug into your hips. You tried to meet his own cruel thrusts, but the rhythm he had set was unrelenting. Pleasure all too consuming. He was right. You liked when he was mean. Liked how rough he wasâenjoying how he just took and took from you. He filled you in ways that you knew ruined you for anyone else. And yet still you loved it all so very much.Â
You were getting close again. Could feel your peak just at the horizon. Waiting to burst. You moved your hand. Fingers desperate to finally bring yourself that last bit of pleasure to send you over the edge that youâve desired all night. The one heâs been denying you all evening. But of course he notices immediately. Knocking your hand away before you get any chance.Â
âNot yet.âÂ
You all but whine at his words. Almost pathetically so. Tears finally prickling at the corner of your eyes from being denied by him once again. âCooper.âÂ
âYou know the rules.â He thrusts a little more roughly as if to punish you. A warning. âYou take what I give you.âÂ
âPlease.âÂ
âLook at you, the mess you are.â He groans out at your begging. Eyes burning hot with desire. Thrusts still unwavering. âYouâd let me do whatever I want to you if it meant I fucked you, wouldnât you?âÂ
He had chuckled as you could only seem to nod. Clinging to him. Any kind of words from your lips caught between gasps and moans. You were so overwhelmed. The air was too hot. Everything felt too much but too little at the same time. And it was all because of him. The Ghoul who seemed all too good at taking you apart piece by piece. The mess you were was his fault, and he knew itâreveled in it.
 You could never seem to get enough of him, and he knew it too. He could give you everything or nothing, and youâd still thank him for each little bit of it. He was the same. Even if he would never admit it. He always needed more of you. Both of you were addicted to the other. Needed to feel him just like he needed to feel you. Like a chem neither of you could shake. Didnât want to shake.Â
Cooperâs thrusts had begun to grow sloppy now. His breathing more ragged. Hands squeezing your hips so tightly you were sure to bruise by morning. Your head was swimming. Drowning in the pleasure and losing it in the feeling of him. Mind too far gone to think of anything else. A mere mess of moans and gasps, as tears streamed down your cheeks. So close to unraveling at the seams for him. All just for him.Â
When he reached his end he didnât give you any kind of warning save for a low moaned fuck. Making sure to thrust into you deeply. As far as he could go. His cum filling you to the brim as he did. It was only then when his fingers found your clit again. Rubbing the nub in harsh brutal circles that finally sent you crashing over as well. Ripping your orgasm from your body like he was owed nothing less.Â
âThere you are, take all of me.â He groaned out as you squeezed and clenched around him. Breathless. Eyes watching how you came undone. Making sure to take in every bit of you that he could as you lost it beneath him. âCome for me darlinâ.âÂ
Your nerves felt on edge as the pleasure wrecked through your system. Body shaking while you could only seem to cling to him tighter. Hands fisted into his shirt and your legs squeezing around his hips, trapping his form to yours all while riding out your orgasm.Â
It wouldnât be until the high began to dwindle where your mind would begin to clear again. A gentle throb at your core. Your body relaxed in his arms, limbs growing heavy, and breath beginning to return. The night's air starting to feel cool against your heated skin.Â
He hadnât pulled out yet. Just stayed inside with the mess he made, as you both came down from your pleasure. Your oversensitive walls still clinging to his softening cock despite how completely wrecked you felt. Eventually you had almost felt sticky laying thereâcovered in your own sweat and grim. You tried to move away. Trying to free yourself from his grasp, but the hand he still had on your hip stopped you. Squeezing gently.Â
âCooper-â You had begun to question him, eyes fluttering open and looking to Ghoul who still hovered above, but found yourself unable to finish when you finally met his gaze. Breath and words caught in your throat all over again.Â
Intense. Soft. There was a strange feeling that swarmed there in his eyes. Something you werenât quite used to seeing from him. Something you just couldnât place. It surprised you when he leaned in. Made your heart flutterâstomach flipâas his lips found yours.Â
The Ghoul rarely kissed you, and when he did it was rough. All teeth and bite, just like everything else about him, but this kiss wasnât anything like that. There was an odd softness to it. So gentle, and unlike anything you had ever shared with him before, but it was good all the same. Left your heart feeling like it was going to fall out of your chest right then and there. Â
 It had all been fleeting though. That fluttering feeling. That sweet kiss. Lips pressed to yours only for a moment before they were gone again. Like it had never happened in the first place. Just another piece of memories from him to add to your imagination. Never to be addressed.Â
There wasnât a word spoken between you as he finally pulled out from your sensitive walls. The touch of his bodyâhis handsâleaving you, as he moved to settle at your side again. He didnât look your way, but you couldnât help lull your head over to gaze at him. Still stuck in that dreamlike feeling. Watching. Quiet as he leaned over the bedside to rummage around in his bag. Pulling out the vials you had seen him take so many times by now.Â
You still hadnât a clue to what they were really. Knew it kept him from going feral, but beyond that you knew nothing. Which is how he liked things typically. He never told you too much. Thatâs just what it was always like between you two. You hadnât even known his name till quite recently.Â
It was during one of the last few times he had visited, if you recalled. Between moans and bated breaths. Pleasure so close to reaching its peak when he first told it. Cooper. You still remember how desperate he sounded. Caught off guard by the unfamiliar tone from the Ghoul you were beginning to know so well. Nameâs Cooper darlinâ. And youâd never forget the way he practically crumbled to pieces as you said the name back. Soul exposed to you in ways you never thought possible with him.Â
Honestly, you didnât even think he had a soul until that moment.Â
The Ghoul hadnât been back for months after that night. For reasons you could only guess at. There was a point where you didnât think heâd ever be back to seek you out again. But of course he was always full of surprises. Almost half a year passed until you saw him again at your doorstep. Acting as if nothing had happened since last, like he hadnât been gone far longer then he ever had before. Familiar bite and taunting words greeting you fondly. All back to his normal selfâor what was normal of him to you at least.Â
âCooper?âÂ
He inhales the chem. Doesnât pay you any mind in the slightest. Which is fine. Doesnât stop yourself from shifting closer to him. Allowing for one of your hands to trail up his chest. You feel him pausing briefly at your touch, and your eyes meet his as he glances your way. Heâs unreadable as he gazes at you, hazel eyes holding yours for a mere second, before theyâre focusing back to his life saving vials.Â
He doesnât go to stop you though, so you take the chance to tuck yourself into his side. Head resting on his chest. Your eyes feeling heavy once more as you do. But still you donât sleep yet. Not when you know how little time you have left with the Ghoul. So instead your fingers draw shapes over him, and play with the button of his shirt he still never bothered to remove.Â
âThought I told you to fuckinâ sleep.â His voice brings you away from your thoughts, as he finishes up with his chem. Sounding almost annoyed, probably was, heâs not one for showing much bouts of affection after all. Doesnât even really like when youâre clingy either. But somehow that still doesnât stop his free arm winding itself around your waist. Holding you close. Â
âCooperâŚâÂ
âSleep.â The Ghoulâs voice had been quiet but firm. He had pulled his hat from the bedpost to wear again, tugging it to rest over his closing eyes. âSome of us got shit to do in the morning.âÂ
You didnât bother to point out how he had been the one disturbing you up till this moment. There was no point in arguing with him though. He wouldnât listenâa stubborn bastard through and through.Â
Not that you could find a good reason to do so anyway. Especially not with how your eyes kept trying to flutter shut, or how comforting it felt laying there in his arms. Listening to his breathing. His very subtle heartbeat somehow loud to your ears.Â
When sleep finally took you it would be peaceful for once. Something about knowing the Ghoul was there made you feel calm. Even though you knew that it should have been the opposite. He was deadly. Could kill you in a second. But somehow that hadnât bothered you in the slightest. Not anymore, at least. Instead it made you feel at ease.
 Safe.
The sun would be barely rising as you woke to the early light. Gentle rays illuminating your small room in a warm orange glow. You had stretched, yawning, before naturally going to feel for the Ghoul that had invaded your home last night. His spot had been empty, of course, long grown cold now that he didnât occupy its space.Â
He never stayed for long. Any night he spent with you he was always gone before you ever had the chance of waking. Itâs just how he was. How things were meant to be between you two. You had understood since the very beginning, all those years ago when first taking him into your bed.Â
And yet still your fingers ran over the spot. An ache settling in your heart. You knew there was no reason to be sentimental. There was no reason to miss something that wasnât truly yours. But there was a part of you that did. A piece of you that wanted more than thisâwanted what you couldnât truly have for yourself.Â
The Ghoul, Cooper Howrad. You wanted him. More than just for sex. His heart, his soul. You wanted it all. Every piece of him. Craved it even. More than you ever desired something in your entire life. That thought of being his, and him being yours rattling around in that silly little heart of yours.Â
Heâd never allow it.Â
Sighing, you pulled your hand away from his spot and sat up. Wincing. You had almost forgotten about it. The bite mark he left on your thigh still painful. Carefully you looked it over. He hadnât taken a chunk out of you. Thankfully. Just left you looking like some sort of chew toy like he usually did.Â
It wasnât worth a stimpak. Not like youâd ever consider using one anyway for such a minor injury. It would be a waste otherwise, and being wasteful out here meant death even on a good day.Â
Sometimes you wondered if that was why he marked you up so much. As if he knew you wouldnât bother to heal them so quickly. You wondered if he enjoyed knowing that your body carried signs of him for days. Bites and bruises like some sort of possessive claim. Every mark from him a reminder of just who exactly had left them there in the first place.Â
You doubted it all the same though, he probably just thought it was fun to bite and mark you up. Probably did it to everyone he spent the night with. You were sure there were others. Even if heâs never said so, you werenât dumb enough to think otherwise, as sad as it made you to think about sometimes.Â
Leaving bed, your morning would end up being the same as any other. Youâd get yourself ready, tidy up the room, and eat what little food you had. After youâd work the day away. Maybe even head into town for a little bit before heading back home. The simple mundane routine so natural to you now that it went about like clockwork. Doing what you needed to survive before the sun would fall again. The moon taking its place easily in a sky painted by shining stars.Â
And as youâd lay in bed once more. Youâd look out to the wasteland through those cracks in the boarded window. Wondering if heâd show, eyes searching for any kind of sign of him. Waitingâhopingâfor the Ghoul to arrive again.Â
But of course, he wouldnât.
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Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 650
lmao no one is allowed to yell at me for the pun in the title (get it... cos blood tastes like iron??? PHEW) ANYWAY cooper howard eats people and enjoys the taste of blood so uh... eating someone out when they're on their period? winner winner delicious fuckin dinner for him, plus a healthy dose of romantic cannibalismđ¤
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minors DNI!! đ cw: mentions of cannibalism, period sex, oral sex, drinking/tasting blood, blood play
Your fingers scratched at the thin mattress below you, catching on a spring that burst through the frayed fabric. Something to claw on to, to cling to, as your orgasm rolled over you, pulling back like the waves before a tsunami.
Sensing the imminent climax, Cooper cruelly pulled his head back from you, catching your eye as you looked down to see why he had stopped. With a wink, he dropped his tongue out past his chapped lips and ran it around his mouth. Wagging the long, pink muscle out, you could see the blood collected on it, smears of it still on his face.
"Why... why'd you stop?"
Panting. Pathetic. You were desperate for him to continue, to place his face flat against you, clit hooded by the cavity where his nose had been, tongue hungrily lapping at you. Even as you asked him, you could hear the whine in your voice. And his answer only made you tense up further.
"Because, darlin'... I like to savour my meals."
Why you had expected anything less was a mystery. Every month, right on schedule, your period arrived and Cooper went hysterical. Frenzied, like an animal in heat, as though he could smell the changes in your body. Blood lust driving him. He would claw at you any minute you were alone, tearing your clothes off to taste you, like he did now.
His fingers teased along your red, swollen lips, venturing into your cunt as you clenched around him, grateful for more of his touch. But it was over in a moment, as he withdrew his digits and held them out in front of him, admiring the way your blood, thick, dark and red, dripped slowly down them.
Placing them in his mouth, he sucked your juices off with a soft moan, eyelids closed to offer some sensory deprivation. All he wanted to experience was your taste. The metallic tang that coated his tastebuds, the smell of violence that filled the air.
Lowering his body, his knees scraping along the ground as he slid backwards through the dust on the ground, he rested his cheek against your leg before he began placing kisses on it. They trailed from the front, around to your inner thigh. Delicate, gentle, loving almost, before they turned to sharp bites. His yellowed teeth sinking into you with grunts and groans, either from arousal or from the sheer amount of concentration it took him to remember not to hurt you. Not too much anyway.
Between each nibble, each puncture of the top layer of skin with his surprisingly sharp teeth, he mumbled to you, low, rasping words that made you shudder, heating your cheeks and flushing your body.
âWhy⌠I could just devour you whole⌠Make you a meal Iâd never forgetâŚâ
Your lips curled into a smile at the thought. Cooperâs possessive nature only ever served to make you lust after him more. It consumed you, and youâd be content for him to consume you.
âEat of your flesh⌠drink of your blood, that old chestnutâŚâ
There was a soft scuffing sound which you identified as Cooperâs hips, grinding into the ground, desperate for the friction against his stiff cock as his tongue flitted back up your lips and pressed into your aching cunt one more. And still, he took breaks to speak to you between breathy, lustful moans.
âYou taste⌠you taste as sweet as I remember honey being⌠you got the bite of a sour cherry⌠tender like the steaks they offered me at contract meetings⌠juicy⌠dripping⌠fresh killâŚâ
Your hand fell to the back of his head, keeping him buried between your legs, not quite strong enough to prevent him from stopping for just a few more words.
âIâm gonna eat you alive, darlinââŚâ
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Cooper Howard | The Ghoul x fem!Reader
Synopsis: After being captured by The Ghoul, he had dragged you through the hot desert of the Wasteland. You were so thirsty, and youâd do anything for a drink of water. And you meant anything.
Tags: Smut, Practically No Plot, Humiliation, Begging, Spit, Blowjobs, Throat Fucking, Thigh Riding, Biting, Hate Sex(?), maybe OOC The Ghoul but I think I got it right, Not Beta Read, there's still consent because i canât write severe noncon
Author's Note: i had so many âwhy am i writing thisâ moments yet i still finished it iâm so sorry.Â
You donât think youâve ever been this thirsty in your life.Â
Scratch that, you donât think anyoneâs ever been as thirsty as you currently are.Â
Even though you had no saliva left to swallow, you tried anyway, your throat feeling like sandpaper. It caused you to cough, earning a disgruntled noise from the ghoul currently holding you hostage.Â
The Ghoul. Infamous bounty hunter and the cruelest person youâd ever met. Of course, you only found out who he was after he captured you. Youâd never even heard of a ghoul until a few days ago, your sheltered life in Vault 14 withholding information about the surface to you.Â
You wished you were back home, suffocating as it was. At home, you wouldnât be forced to walk countless miles under the boiling Wasteland sun. At home, you wouldnât have a lasso around your neck, preventing you from running off. And even if you did manage to somehow escape the rope confines, youâd seen how accurate of a shot he was. Heâd kill you before you managed to keep a foot away from him.Â
You glanced back at him, The Ghoul, who had his sawed-off shotgun casually trained on you. He seemed unaffected by the heat, by the sun beating down on your faces. His hat made sure of that, and you supposed that you didnât have to worry about sunburn if all your exposed skin was melted by radiation.
It had been hard, looking at him at first. After spending your entire life surrounded by ânormalâ humans, it was a shock seeing him for the first time. Youâd seen burn scars before, sure, but never this severe, every inch of him covered in them. Of course, that wasnât the most off-putting part. That had to be the complete lack of nose, an empty socket where the cartilaginous appendage should be.Â
It unsettled you deeply, but you found that you couldnât stop looking at him, a sick part of your brain enjoying it. You didnât dare delve into that part of your mind right now, though, your current circumstance is significantly more important.Â
He had stopped you in Filly, and after a brief discussion had decided that he was taking you with wherever he was going. You had no say in the decision, and even when you fought and kicked and screamed he still managed to get you bound. A few people tried to help, not because they cared about you, but because they had also wanted to get their hands on a âVaultieâ. Apparently, you were worth something to them up here, a commodity of sorts. It made your skin crawl. Youâd gotten firsthand experience, then, of how good of a shot The Ghoul was.Â
How you longed to be back in the stuffy Vault, working as a teacher to those kids. As annoying as they were, at least they werenât currently threatening your life, or making you walk to who the hell knows. Youâd take that over this any day. Hell, youâd take latrine duty with overflowing toilets every single hour over this.Â
You fixed your attention back in front of you, the endless stretch of sandy dunes in front of you broken up by partially destroyed houses and skeletons of buildings. Your feet were in incredible amounts of pain, every step feeling like you had fifty pounds of bricks attached to your ankles. And that thirst, never ending, overwhelming thirst you felt nagged at you, consuming every thought of yours. Youâd take anything to drink now, even that definitely radiated puddle youâd passed hours ago. Or was it minutes? You couldnât tell.
You knew dehydration had long since started affecting you. You were no longer able to form sweat, and you were certain that your body was slowly cooking from the inside. You were almost certain it would be a better fate than whatever The Ghoul was leading you towards.Â
You hadnât even realized heâd stopped until you felt a sharp tug at your throat, nearly toppling you on your ass. You heard him chuckle as you steadied yourself, and you shot him a glare. Even faced with death, you werenât going to let yourself be treated like this. âWeâre stopinâ here,â he gestured to a dilapidated building to his right.
You had been surprised when he spoke the first time, not expecting a southern drawl. Youâd never heard an accent like his before, only ever hearing them on the Holotapes your Vault would play for movie night. Youâd also believed them to be fake, or to have died out with the rest of humanity. You had to admit, the one good thing to come out of this whole experience was hearing his voice.Â
Momentarily confused as to why you were stopping, your eyes focused, and you realized that the sun was half set. Youâd learned rather quickly that it was suicidal and stupid to travel across the Wasteland at night, after an almost perilous encountered with what you assumed to once be a bear. Youâd barely escaped with your life, climbing a tree until the creature grew disinterested and found new prey.Â
You almost wished it had torn you apart then.Â
Apparently you were taking too long, and you felt another tug at the rope, pulling you closer to him. âAinât got all day, sweetheart.â
Sweetheart. The name was anything but sweet, saying it with so much condescension that it made you flush angrily. At least, thatâs what you told yourself.Â
Grumbling something under your breath, you stormed past him, another low chuckle leaving him. âNothinâ good is gonna come from that mouth on ya,â he threatened, waving the gun at you in a go on motion.Â
The shifting sand nearly caused you to stumble as you ducked into the house through a window, and your eyes struggled to adjust to the low lighting. Holding your breath, you listened for anything else in the house besides the two of you, and when you were met with only your heartbeat, you continued further in.Â
Entering what used to be the living room, you saw a large couch, still in relatively decent condition, and luckily free of decomposed bodies. Any wood furniture, however, had already decayed, leaving only fragments where they once stood. You realized that if you were to sit on the couch, it would probably crumble under the weight.
The Ghoul entered behind you, and you made your way down the hallway, checking each room for anyone or anything that could do you harm. The first room was a bathroom, sand filling the bathtub like it was water. Out of desperation you almost tried to turn the handles on the sink, lift the seat of the toilet, do anything for a drop of water. But you refrained, not willing to stoop to that level yet. But you could feel that you were close.Â
The next room was a large master bedroom, completely destroyed from when the bombs fell. Sand covered everything, and the walls had practically caved in, leaving you exposed to the outside. There was no where you would stay there willingly tonight.Â
The third and final room was also completely devoid of life, but the empty crib in the middle of the room had you gasping, and you heard the click of a gun behind you as The Ghoul prepared for anything. You quickly shut the door. âNothing, sorry,â you managed to croak out, and you heard him scoff.
However, you saw that he did manage to catch a glimpse of the room before you closed the door, and in those still human eyes you saw something flash through them. Sadness? Longing? Anger? You couldnât tell, but you sure as hell werenât about to ask him about it.Â
Living room it is, then. Heading back to the original room, you watch The Ghoul sit on the couch, right in the center of it. It held, surprisingly, but you could hear the wood groan in warning. Spreading his legs, you watched him tilt his head back, a content sigh leaving his mouth.Â
If you had the energy to blush, you wouldâve as you watched him, finding yourself having to look away. Maybe dehydration was messing with your brain, the way you thought that was attractive. What the hell was wrong with you, you thought.Â
Thirst quickly chased those thoughts away, and you attempted to lick your dry lips, your tongue mostly sticking to them instead. You were about to go explore the bathroom until you remembered the rope around your neck.Â
Like he could read your thoughts, you watched him regard the lasso in his gloved hand. âYou gonna run off on me if I take this off, sweetheart?âÂ
You shook your head, excited to have the irritating rope no longer chafing your neck. âYouâll kill me before I could,â you responded, voice barely a whisper.
The Ghoul barked out a laugh. âDamn right I will.â He considered your response for a moment, and you fully believed that he was going to keep it there. That was until he stood, almost inhumanly fast, approaching you with long strides.
Holding your breath, you felt his tug the rope off your neck, those eerily human eyes never leaving yours as he did. You flinched when you felt one of his leather-clad fingers brush over the irritated skin. Your heart beat rapidly in your chest, mostly because of fear, but also for another reason that you refused to name.Â
With a satisfactory smirk, he looped the lasso back onto his belt. You quickly exhaled when he stepped away, eliciting a coughing fit, which was dry and only irritated your throat more. Fuck, you were so thirsty.Â
The Ghoul sat back on the couch in that same lounging position, and you debated sitting on the floor in front of him, but you feared that if you rested now then youâd never get back up. You watched him set a lantern on the ground, the weak oil based contraption the only source of light in the entire room. You didnât ask why he didnât start a fire; you also learned to not do that early on too.Â
So you remained standing, even though your feet screamed for relief. You ignored them, shifting to try and alleviate the pain slightly. Rubbing your neck, you could feel that he hadn't once taken his eyes off of you, and it was making you increasingly unnerved. âYou gonna stand there all night?â
You crossed your arms. âYes.â You tried to sound defiant, but it came out more like an airy noise.
âSuit yourself, then.â He rolled his eyes, making a show of getting comfortable on the couch. âItâll be a long night for you, thatâs for sure.â
Swaying, you leaned your back against one of the barely-standing walls, screwing your eyes shut. You occupied your thoughts with memories of home, trying desperately to ignore the pain. You were mostly successful, that was until you heard the sound of a canister being opened.Â
Curious, you opened your eyes back up, nearly falling to your knees when you saw him drinking from a circular canteen. You mustâve made some noise, because he was now smirking at you. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and you watched a droplet of precious water trail down his scarred chin, dripping onto his dusty clothes.Â
âSee somethinâ you want, sweetheart?â He was unabashedly cocky with his tone.Â
You son of a bitch, you thought, glaring daggers into him.
âNow, now, no need to be like that,â he chuckled, taking another sip. âJust tell me what ya want.â
He wanted you to ask for it. He wanted you to be at his mercy. Groaning, you rest your head back against the wall. You donât think youâve ever hated anyone as much as you hated The Ghoul. Any humanity left in him had been stripped away, leaving behind a cruel excuse of a human. Despite that, you couldnât deny the way your heart continued to patter in your chest as he stared at you expectantly, that cocky attitude doing things to you that would leave anyone who knew you horrified.
âIâŚâ you tried to talk, but your voice proved to be too scratchy. Clearing your throat as best you could, you tried again, ignoring the way he looked at you like a predator would his prey. It was similar to the bear from earlier, but youâd take that now over the ghoul in front of you. âI need water.â
He tsked, crossing a leg over his lap. âAnd here I thought you Vaulties were raised with manners.â
It took everything in you to not just snap at him, but that would leave you without any water. âI need water, please,â you gritted out.Â
The Ghoul shook his head disapprovingly. âShame,â you heard him mutter, before he was slowly pouring the water out onto the floor behind him.
Sheer panic tore through you, and if you were able to form tears, they would be in your eyes. âWait, wait, wait,â you pleaded, your voice cracking and breaking, and you lunged forward. The click of a gun had your blood going cold, but he at least had the decency to stop pouring. You held your hands up, taking a few steps back.
Registering that you werenât going to attack him, he lowered the gun, but he still kept it on his lap. If he had any eyebrows left, youâre sure one of them would be raised, waiting for you to continue.Â
âIâm- Iâm sorry,â you stammered out, keeping your hands in the air. âI just⌠Can I please have some water? Please, I-I⌠I need it. Iâm begging you⌠please.â You wondered if he could even make out your words.Â
You watched his eyes travel up and down your body, and he cocked his head. âAre you?â You made a confused noise, and he chuckled lowly. âAre you begginâ me?â
One problem that you always had at the Vault is that you never knew when to shut your mouth, and what you said next certainly made it clear that you hadnât learned yet. âYou want me to get on my knees, then?â You had meant it sarcastically, and you immediately regretted it when his eyes went dark.Â
You heard the creak of the couch as he planted both feet on the ground, leaning forward until his elbows rested on his knees. His guns barely stayed in his lap, but he didnât seem to care. âNow that you mention it⌠yeah.â
Humiliation warmed your cheeks, and you nearly let your pride stop you from sinking to the floor, but then you saw the way the canteen hung precariously in his hand. Damn it all. Taking a deep breath, you lowered yourself slowly, unable to look at the man, not wanting to see his victorious reaction. The sand shifted beneath your knees as you rested on them, but you could barely feel the relief your feet finally felt.
âCan-â
âCloser,â he cut you off gruffly. âAnd I want those eyes on me.â His voice had turned husky, and you realized he was enjoying this. Were⌠were you enjoying this too? You honestly couldnât tell.
Wordlessly, you obeyed, shuffling forward until your knees bumped into his shoes. Your ears burned worse than they did out in the sun, and you wished it would just explode and incinerate you right now. âEyes up, sweetheart,â he practically purred.Â
You took a moment to prepare yourself before you were looking at him through hooded eyes. The brim of his hat cast a shade over his face, and you could only see the hungry glint in his eyes matched with a predatory smirk. Oh, he was loving this, and you couldnât help but squirm under his gaze, heat pooling in your belly that was quickly doused by shame.Â
âCan I please have some water? Please? I- Iâm really thirsty and⌠just a bit. Please.âÂ
His grin grew more as you begged, and you sagged with relief when he brought the canteen closer, no longer dangling over the back of the couch. âSee, that ainât so hard now, was it?â
âIâm sorry,â you found yourself apologizing, for what, you werenât quite sure. You werenât too upset about it, though, especially when he brought the canteen to your lips.Â
âHead back,â he ordered, and you did, your neck straining at the angle. You swore you heard him groan when you parted your lips, never breaking eye contact with him. The water was disgusting and acidic, but damn if it wasnât the best thing youâd ever had the pleasure of drinking. He poured it into your mouth, and you desperately swallowed every single drop, the dryness in your mouth and throat instantly being quenched.Â
But it wasnât enough, and you couldnât help the disappointed noise you let out when he ceased the pouring. âMore, please,â you found yourself whining, any remnants of shame tossed out the broken window youâd climbed into.
âManners, Vaultie,â he growled.
âThank you, thank you,â you repeated like a mantra, and The Ghoul let out a pleased hum. Thirstiness still clung to you like a second skin, but you felt better than you had moments ago. Some of your energy had returned, and you felt like you were no longer in the grasp of death.Â
âYou want more?â He asked, and you immediately nodded.
âPlease,â you whispered, and you saw something almost wicked pass over his features.Â
âDonât worry,â you felt one of his gloved hands sneak around your back, collecting a handful of hair and tugging, forcing your head back even further. You cried out, a mix of shock and pain. âYouâll get more. Just keep that pretty mouth wide open, just like that.â His normal drawl had turned into an almost rasp, and you shuddered.Â
You watched as he took a swig for himself, but he didnât swallow, keeping the water in his mouth. Confused, you closed your mouth, but as soon as you did you felt him pull hard at your hair. Obediently, you opened it back up, a shaky exhale leaving you.
If he had a nose, it would be currently pressed up against yours. He adjusted so that he was practically towering above you, and man did the angle kill your neck, but you didnât dare complain. With increasingly widening eyes, you watched as he slotted his mouth above yours, not touching, but you could still feel the heat from his body.Â
You nearly flinched when you felt the water hit your mouth, fighting every instinct that told you to shut it. The act was filthy and degrading, but youâd be a liar if you said it wasnât getting you incredibly aroused. Your Vault-Tec suit was becoming suffocating; it hadnât even felt this bad when you were outside.Â
As he sat back on to the couch, his lips glistened in the dim light, stray remnants of water still coating them. As you held the water in your mouth, he frowned disapprovingly. âDo I gotta spell it out for ya?â He shifted forward again, grasping your face. âSwallow.âÂ
When you did, he let go, tapping your cheek lightly. âAtta girl,â he cooed, and you sputtered, cheeks growing warm. Shifting where you sat, you tried and failed to relieve some of the tension in you. You thought you were subtle in your movements, but his sharpshooter gaze locked onto it immediately.Â
He laughed, a mix of surprise and condescension in one. âThis gettinâ you turned on? Maybe you ainât all that innocent, Vaultie.â
You eyed the half-hard tent in front of you. âIâm not the only one,â you grumbled out, and he laughed again.Â
âI ainât the one on my knees, sweetheart.â Scoffing, you watched him lean back again. You expected him to say something, do something, but he simply watched you with anticipatorily. Something shifted in the atmosphere, and you realized he was putting the situation in your hands, wordlessly asking you how far you were willing to take this.Â
You needed this. You needed him, as bewildering as it was for you to admit to yourself.Â
Desire running deeper than that for water coursed through your veins, and you nodded. âMore.â You both knew that you werenât fully talking about the canteen in his hand.Â
âGood answer.â Before you could even register, he was gripping your face again. Fingers pressed into your cheeks harshly, opening your mouth back up. Taking another swig, you expected him to repeat what heâd done last time, but you were startled when you felt his lips on yours.Â
It was a strange kiss, his closed mouth against your open one, but it didnât stay like that for long. His lips pulled apart, and without needing further prompting you swallowed another precious mouthful of water. You could feel that bastardly smirk against your mouth, and if you were anywhere near being able to create a coherent thought you wouldâve said something.Â
But you didnât, you couldnât. It was like you were caught up in some haze, but you were sent out of it when you felt his tongue sweep into your mouth. Youâd kissed a few people, sure, but never like this. It elicited a startled noise from you that had him pulling back an inch, and you had to fight yourself to not chase after his lips.
âNever had that before?â He chuckled, and he found your following silence an adequate enough answer. âOh, sweetheart, Iâm gonna fuckinâ ruin you.â
He didnât even give you a moment to react before he was crashing his mouth back against yours. It was all tongue and teeth and it had you moaning, and you felt the grip on your face tighten. Your head spun, and you tried to keep up with his movements, but you ended up just letting him take over, moving his mouth against your however heâd like.Â
He nipped at your lower lip with his teeth, and your hands shot out, no longer able to just keep them idly in your lap. You found purchase on his thighs, the sinewy muscles tensing under your touch. But the grip on your face tightened more, almost incredibly painful. Your eyes shot open, alarmed, and a pained noise left you.Â
He had pulled away again, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths, but he was glaring down at you. âYou better watch those hands.â Even though his voice was husky, the threat didnât make you any less terrified.Â
You were confused, and you watched his eyes trail down to his lap where your hands were. Unable to move your head, you had to strain your own eyes to look down, and sheer dread washed over you when you saw his gun still in his lap, your hands a mere inch away from it.Â
âI- I wasnât⌠I didnât⌠â you gasped breathlessly. âI didnât know! I- Iâm sorry! Please.â Out of all the times youâd begged and pleaded tonight, this time had to be the most genuine. Immediately retracting your hands back to your lap, you awaited his response tensely. What you failed to notice was the way his eyes darkened as you groveled, his pants growing tighter.
His gaze returned to your face, and out of the corner of your eye you watched as he moved the gun from his lap into his hand. You half expected him to point it at you next, but you let out a very audible sigh of relief when he set it on the couch beside him. It was completely out of your reach now, but he could still easily grab it.Â
He loosened the grip on your jaw, still holding it, but no longer digging into your flesh painfully. âI wonât stop you next time,â he growled, and it took you a second to register what he was saying: he wonât stop you next time because youâd be dead as soon as you began to reach for it.Â
You nodded as best you could. âGood,â heâd lost the threatening tone, but his voice was still gravely and raspy. âNow, where was I?â His eyes flicked down to your lips, and you sure they were swollen and shiny. âThatâs right.â
Like nothing had happened, he returned to his ministrations, teeth grazing your bottom lip again. You hesitated when you set your hands back on his thighs, gaining more confidence when he didnât stop you. In fact, he was actively encouraging your explorative touches, a pleased noise rumbling his chest as your fingers trailed up his thighs.Â
Another swipe of his tongue and a particularly harsh bite had you gripping onto him, barely able to find purchase on the thick material of his pants. You desperately needed air, but he held his grip on your jaw, seemingly unaffected by the issue you were having. Did ghouls need to breathe? It seemed like they didnât, because he had yet to tear his mouth away for air once as he first kissed you.Â
As your hands reached his belt, it was then he finally tore away, a groan leaving him. Sucking in as much air as your lungs could handle, you ran your touch across the prominent bulge. You felt the hand on your jaw go lax, falling to his lap. âYou gonna take care of that?â He was giving you another out, giving you an opportunity to stop you from doing something you could regret.Â
Rationally, you knew you should stop here, and pretend like this didnât just happen. You knew the version of you from the Vault would do that. But this new part of you, exposed to the Wasteland and the savagery of the surface world found that you wanted to continue. Besides, you were probably going to end up getting killed in the next few days; why not have some new experiences before your time was up.
You didnât respond, you simply began to undo the buckle of his belt. You couldnât get the thing off of him, so it just rested open on his thighs. âOh, youâre filthy,â he chuckled, spreading his legs even further apart while leaning back against the couch. âGo on, sweetheart. Letâs see what that mouthâs good for.â
This also wasnât your first time in a situation like this. Youâd only ever done it once, but you apparently weren't too terrible at it, as he frequently requested for a second time, but you always turned him down. You kinda wish you hadnât now, wishing you had more experience now, but a part of you knew that this was about to be incredibly different from anything you wouldâve experienced in the Vault.
With hands that you prayed werenât incredibly shaky, you pulled down the zipper of his pants. He kept his eyes locked onto you the entire time, darkening even more as the unzipping noise hit his ears. You couldnât bring yourself to look away from him, no matter how hard you wanted to. Something about his expression had you locked in, and you shifted again.Â
âDonât let me stop ya,â he rested his arms along the backside of the couch, and you realized youâd just been sitting there. Steadying yourself, you slipped your hand into the confines of his pants, underneath the waistband of his briefs. You heard him let out a small hiss when your fingers brushed over his cock, and you desperately wanted to hear him make more noises like that.
It took a bit of maneuvering before he was free, head brushing against his navel. The skin was pocked like the rest of his body, which you were expecting. What you werenât expecting was how long he was, much longer than your previous encounter.
Before you could let nerves disarm you, you moved closer to him. Bracing your hands back on his thighs, you kissed his tip, and you heard his hiss again. Sneaking your tongue out, you ran it up his length, pressing another kiss when you reached the top. âDonât tease,â he growled, tangling his gloved fingers back into your hair.Â
When you took him into your mouth, he let out a noise that sounded like a laugh and a sigh, the grip on your hair growing painful. It didnât deter you, rather it drove you wild, and you took as much of him as you could. When he hit the back of your throat, you had to stifle the urge to gag. Taking the rest of him in one of your hands, you began to bob your head, hollowing your cheeks.Â
You couldnât see the way his eyes locked onto his cock leaving and entering your mouth, but you could hear the small grunts he made in tandem with the movement of your head. He kept his hips surprisingly still, but his fingers were somehow getting even tighter, as if all of his restraint was being poured into his grip, and it was on the verge of snapping. âYou can take more.â It wasnât a question, and you felt his press down on the back of your head when you had him fully in you.
Startled, you tried to make a noise, but the vibrations just went straight to his cock. He groaned, louder this time, and he didn't let up. âRelax,â he bit out, and you tried. You really did. Taking as deep a breath you could, you forced your muscles to relax, your hands going back to his thighs. Tears sprung to your eyes as you really tried not to gag, but a garbled sound still left you as he pushed himself further down your throat.Â
âFuck,â he drawled out, âjust like that.â It felt like five years had passed before your nose was finally pressed into his skin, his cock fully sheathed down your throat. Tears dripped onto his skin, but he didnât seem to feel them. Your scalp stung as he lifted your head up, and you took in a shuddering breath, your lungs screaming for air.
You didnât have a long reprieve before he was shoving you back down again, and even though the intrusion wasnât new it still caused you to make an awful noise. It took him pulling you off again for you to realize what he was doing; he was fucking your mouth, using it for his own pleasure like you were just a toy. The realization had you moaning, the discomforts becoming an afterthought as he chased his pleasure, your own growing.Â
Your Vault-Tec suit was becoming unbearable arousal tightening in your core, and you snuck a hand down between your legs, trying to touch yourself through the thick material. It didnât help, but you still tried anyway, desperate for any sort of relief. The Ghoul laughed, not letting up the way he moved your head. âOh, sugar, is suckinâ my cock gettinâ you bothered?â
Your head spun, the new nickname and the crude words making you dizzy, and you let out what you hoped was a confirmatory sound. He only huffed in response, and you could tell that he was starting to get close to his release. His hips had started to buck, albeit slightly, and his groans had turned to unintelligible moans.Â
He cursed again, and you were barely able to glimpse his head roll back, hat hitting the ground. He didnât care, continuing to fuck your face, and you desperately ground against your hand. âSo good, fuck,â he panted, and you let your eyes flutter shut.
They shot open when you heard him moan your name, but you had little time to appreciate the way he said it. He pressed down hard on the back of your head, holding you there, your nose pressed flat against his body. A plethora of curses fell from his lips as he came, his cum spurting deep down your throat.Â
He let go, hands falling to his sides, and you removed yourself, coughing and gasping for air. Your cheeks were wet with tears, your jaw aching, but it was the best pain youâd ever felt. He stared at you with lustful eyes, a ghost of a smirk on his lips.Â
Holy shit. You were tired, but you wanted more. But you werenât expecting him to do anything else tonight. This wasnât a partnership; heâd gotten his release. Youâd need to deal with it on your own.Â
So caught up in what you were expecting, you gasped when you felt his lips graze the corner of your mouth. His hand cradled your cheek, leather growing damp, and you felt his lips brush the tears that had fallen on the other cheek. You realized he was licking your tears away, and when he registered that you noticed he chuckled, muttering something about not wanting to waste water. You let out an airy chuckle in return, still not fully wrapping your head about what had and what is transpiring.Â
âGuess one good thing came from that mouth,â he teased, referencing his earlier threat. He tugged you up, and you stood with knees shaking like a fawn. Youâre certain you looked like a mess but he either didnât care or really enjoyed it.Â
You really had no idea what was going to happen next. You observed him with wide eyes, and you couldnât help the bewildered look when you saw him stroking himself, still rock hard like he hadnât just come. He chuckled when he saw what had caused you to react. âOne good thing âbout beinâ a ghoul,â he rasped. âStamina.â
His own raked down your body, honing in on the way your thighs pressed together, and they flicked back up to your own. âTake it off.â
You didnât have to be told twice, the zipper on your suit quickly becoming undone. Even though the air was hot, it still felt nice against your hot skin. He didnât blink as you undressed, eyes clocking in every new inch of exposed skin. Tugging it down your shoulders and off your arms, you let it fall to the ground, the material pooling at your ankles.Â
Left in only your bra and underwear, you kicked the Vault-Tec suit off your feet, and you stood there, unsure. âAll of it,â he continued, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.Â
As you reached for the clasp of your bra, you watched him lean forward slightly, eyes watching you like you were the most delicious meal he was about to devour. Tossing the garment beside you, you reached for the waistband of your underwear. He raised a hand, making your halt, your fingers barely looped under the band.
With two fingers, he gestured you forward, grinning when you complied easily. His hands batted away your own, and you felt he begin to peel it away himself. He was almost eye level with your navel, and you felt his breath caress your stomach. It was like he was unwrapping a present, the way he ripped it down your legs, and it fell around your ankles like the suit.Â
You were hardly able to kick it away before he pulled you onto his lap, your hands bracing against his still clothed chest. The couch made a very audible noise, on the virgo of collapsing, but neither of you seemed to hear it. One of your legs straddled his thigh, your bare center pressed against his pants, no doubt soaking the material.
 âYouâre wearing too much,â you found yourself commenting, and you felt him chuckle. He took his hands off your waist, holding them in front of you so you could clearly see him take off his gloves, tossing them by his gun. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, realizing that that was all you were getting from him.Â
You werenât complaining, though, when his bare hands touched you for the first time. Along with the marred skin, his fingers were calloused, years and years of harsh life, fighting, and shooting making them so, but they were the best things youâd ever felt touch your soft skin.
He seemed to be having similar thoughts, humming appreciated as he felt your body, fingers dancing up your sides. Goosebumps erupted across your skin, and you sighed as he continued his exploration upwards. Worn hands cupped your breasts, fingers toying with your perked nipples, and you unconsciously pressed your chest forward. âLook at ya,â it felt like he was mostly talking to himself, âyou ainât gotta mark on your body.â You felt his mouth graze your breasts, lips ticking you as he spoke.Â
You jumped when his teeth made contact with the delicate skin of the top of your breasts, and he chuckled. Moving lower, he took one of your nipples between his lips, his hand making sure the other one was receiving the same attention. His tongue flicked, sucked, and the occasional nip had you crying out, jolts of pleasure shooting through your body. One of your hands settled on the back of his head, the other sneaking back between your legs.
With that surprising speed, he caught your wrist, not even tearing his mouth away from you. You let out a noise of complaint, and you could feel him grin. His hands left your breasts, settling back on your waist, and you felt him begin to rock you back and forth on his thigh. With every rock, your clit ground against the tensed muscle, and you let out small moans, small waves of pleasure crashed through your body.
When he felt you begin to move on your own, he let go, returning his touch to your breasts, playing and massaging them as you got off on his thigh. His mouth trailed up your body, leaving a trail of small kisses and ginger bites, your once smooth skin now slightly indented. Having been worked up for a while, you felt that you were growing close to release, his ministrations bringing you closer.Â
He was at your neck now, and he bit particularly hard at the thick tendon there. He laughed when he felt your hips begin to rock harder, and you felt his tongue smooth over the bitten skin. âI-â you tried to speak, but an airy whine from your throat cut you off. Your thighs were trembling, and you could feel the damp patch that had formed on his pants, but you couldnât be bothered to feel embarrassed right now.Â
âYou close, sugar?â Not trusting your voice, you nodded instead. âFuck, yeah you are. Câmon, let me feel ya,â he groaned, mouthing at your neck.Â
It only took a few more rolls of your hips before you came, his name tumbling from your lips as a loud cry, pleasure igniting all your nerves. Your stubbed nails dug into the back of his head, and he growled. Your whole body was trembling as you rode out your high, only ceasing the movement of your hips when it became too overstimulating.
A shocked laugh left you, and you slumped forward. That seemed to be the last straw for the couch, the furniture collapsing beneath the two of you. It nearly caused to tumble off his lap, but you felt his hands secure under your thighs. He stood, holding you like you weighed nothing, and your legs instinctively wrapped around his body.Â
He eased you to the ground, the sand digging uncomfortably into your skin, causing your back to arch off the ground to avoid feeling it. You couldnât help the gasp you let out when you watched him shrug off his jacket, tucking behind you wordlessly. These small glimpses of humanity youâd seen from the Ghoul, like when he saw the crib, or when he gave you a way lead you to believe that maybe he wasnât as bad as you originally believed him to be.
Well, you still hated him, and you were still his captive, but you realized that he wasnât a complete monster. It was moments like this, where those high walls heâd built to survive in the Wasteland began to crumble, and you could see glimpses of the man you assumed he once was.
He didnât give you much time to reflect, though, because his lips were crashing against yours, and all thoughts disappeared. Your legs were still wrapped around his waist, and you could feel his cock pressed against your folds. He didnât press in though, and you whined against his lips, moving your hips as best you could to try and get him to move. âWhatdya want, sweetheart?â He murmured, nestling his head in the crook of your neck.Â
âYou,â you gasped out.
âIâm right here,â he chuckled a bit, and he still didnât move.
Groaning, you ground against him again, trying to get him to just push himself into you. He groaned, yet he still didnât move, his resolve stronger than you anticipated. âFuck me, please,â you choked out, and you could see him smirk in satisfaction.Â
He didnât respond, and you felt him press into you, sheathing into you with a single thrust. Similar noises of pleasure escaped both your mouths, and your fingers wove into the fabric of his shirt, desperately trying to find something to grip onto. He stretched you out so well, and you gasped when you felt his hips press against you. He was so deep inside of you, father than any other person youâd taken to bed, and it overwhelmed you in all the best ways.
âSugar, you feel incredible.â You babbled something in response, and you hated how proud he looked. He didnât give you time to adjust before he was setting a brutal pace, hips snapping against yours. The sound of skin on skin and your cries of his name filled the room, and you swore if you gripped any tighter on his shirt that it would rip.
Small puffs of air tickled your neck with every thrust, whispers of your name hidden in the gasps. Fingers dug into your waist, most likely going to leave marks in the morning, your once smooth skin littered with marks of him. You couldn't see what your body looked like right now, but you had a pretty damn good idea, and the picture you visualized in your mind had you clenching around him, causing him to falter, albeit it only for a second.
Despite the slight overstimulation you were feeling, you could feel another orgasm begin to form, slowly but surely. Letting go of his shirt, you grasped at his face, pulling back up for another breath-stealing kiss. You were so caught up in the way he continued to thrust into you and the way his mouth slotted against yours that you failed to notice the way one of his hands left your waist.Â
You broke the kiss with a startled yet pleased nosed when you felt his fingers begin to work at your clit, rubbing fervent circles into the sensitive nerves in time with the thrusts of his hips. âCum on my cock, sweetheart. Câmon,â he groaned out, and your head hit the ground, barely softened by the jacket and the sand.Â
His name had turned into soft pants, unable to form a coherent thought as he relentlessly fucked you. The added stimulation brought you closer to the edge, and you tried to let him know you were getting close. âGo âhead, lemme feel ya,â his accent had been cranked up to a hundred, and in any other situation you wouldâve found that funny.Â
With a final cry of his name, you came again, your vision going white as you temporarily spaced out, the pleasure too overwhelming. When you came to, he had pulled out of you, leaving you empty and shivering. You watched as he stroked himself a few more times before he came all over your stomach.
It was only the sound of breathing in the room now, both of you just staring at each other as you calmed. Relaxing on his coat, you watched as he stood, tucking himself back into his pants as he did. Closing your eyes, you focused on your breathing, jumping when you felt a cloth on your stomach, wiping away his release from your skin.Â
He didnât say anything, tossing the cloth to one of the corners of the room when he was done. He placed your clothing beside you, before sitting and resting against the collapsed remnants of the couch, head rolling back.Â
Groaning, you broke free from the post-orgasmic haze you were in, sitting upright. Both pleasure and pain still lingered in your muscles, making your movements sluggish and uncoordinated. Slipping on your undergarments, the dampened fabric of your underwear was incredibly uncomfortable, but you gritted your teeth and ignored it. After putting on your bra, you debated putting on the Vault-Tec suit, but the idea of putting it back on made our overheated body cry.Â
The Ghoul watched you as you redressed, thinly veiled desire and interest flicking in those eyes. You were now sitting upright on his jacket, and you got up onto your knees, freeing the garment and holding it in your arms. Scooting towards him, you held it out to him with shaking arms, almost like a peace offering. His eyes didnât leave you as he took it, setting it beside him.
Before you could decide that it was a bad idea, you sat down next to him, shoulders brushing. If he was surprised, he did a good job of hiding. Exhaustion returned, and you felt your eyes begin to flutter close, head bobbing as you struggled to stay awake.
It was your turn to be surprised when you felt him pull your shoulder down, resting your head in his lap. You were even more surprised when he draped his jacket over your shoulders, the material thin enough to not overheat you. You glanced up at him with wide eyes, but he avoided your gaze, staring at the half-standing wall in front of him.
âRest. Weâre leavinâ at sunrise.â His voice was hoarse, back to that commanding tone from earlier.Â
Getting as comfortable as you could, you let your eyes shut, sleep beckoning you. You had no idea what was going to happen tomorrow, but as you felt his fingers comb delicately through your hair, you knew that he was no longer going to be following his original plan for you.
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times are tough
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Fallout has got me in a chokeholdâŚ. Why is the Ghoul so damn FINE
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House Of The Dragon meets Dune. In a parallel universe of Dune, there's a character with a sapphire eye. I believe Lady Margot has changed her plans after meeting him đđĽ
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