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iamthecomet · 10 months

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Okay so i am madly in love with your fics and i would literally DIE for really soft and fluffy Aftercare with Dew and a reaaally subby and tired Rainy. I love them so much and you killed me with your story about Rain in heat 😭🩷

No DYING. But I'll see what I can do. Also thank you for your love for my fics, it is really really appreciated <3 <3.

Rain is fully dropped by the time Dew ushers him into the bathroom. His eyes are fixed in the middle distance as leads him to the shower. He keeps Rain upright with one arm around his waist as he fiddles with the water. Trying to pick a temperature that isn't going to boil Rain alive. He helps Rain into the shower, watching as Rain's legs shake a little. They stand under the tepid spray for a few minutes. Dew running his fingers up and down Rain's spine. Fingers slipping up into the curls at the back of his neck, rubbing. Thumb grazing over the bruises around his gills. The ones shaped like Dew's fingers. "You did so good, Rainy. You know that?"

Rain looks down at him with unfocused eyes. He blinks, trying to pul himself back. Dew slips his hand around to press against Rain's cheek. "S'alright. I've got you," Dew whispers. "Want me to wash you up?"

Rain gives him a stilted nod, and Dew turns to grab the shampoo--the extra bottle of Rain's favorite that he always keeps in here. Dew reaches up to drag his soapy fingers through Rain's dark hair and Rain leans down. He presses his damp forehead against Dew's boney shoulder. Melting into Dew's body as Dew tries to wash Rain's hair as adequately as possible and keep the soap out of his eyes. He's careful, lathering most of the shampoo at the back of Rain's head while Rain's cool breath huffs out over his shoulder. Dew keeps one hand on the small of Rain's back, grounding. Dragging his fingers up and down the vertebrae. A metronome of comfort. A reminder that he is here. They are here. Together. The shampoo is long gone when Rain reaches for Dew. Long fingers curling around his hip. He starts to straighten and Dew morns the loss of him, the closeness of him as Rain picks his head up and looks at Dew. Eyes a little clearer, but still lidded. "There you are," Dew says, reaching up to rub the rest of the shampoo from Rain's curls.

"Yeah," Rain breathes. "Can we--bed?" "Yeah, of course, Raincloud." Dew reaches around him to twist the shower off. He steps out first. Cranking up his internal heat to dry himself off faster while he grabs a towel for Rain and wraps it around the water ghoul's shoulders. Pulling him close as he does. Rain clings to him. Wrapping his arms around him in a way that makes Dew feel like the bigger one. Clinging to Dew like he's a liferaft. And Dew has to ask--he always does. Hates the way the doubt creeps in during these moments when Rain is neediest. As Rain buries his face into Dew's throat, back hunched. Dew presses a kiss to Rain's temple and sighs. "Was it too much?" Rain shakes his head vigorously. Droplets of cool water catching on Dew's shoulders. "No--no--was good. Needed it." Dew hates himself for needing that reassurance. For being the one who needs to make sure he didn't do something wrong. He's usually pretty good about avoiding dom-drop. But the nagging worry is always there, propelled by the thoughts of all of the things they did. Post-nut clarity always sinking deep into his bones, filling his chest with shame at the things he said--the things he did.

Doesn't matter that Rain asked him for it. Doesn't matter that they both loved it.

Dew shoves it down, pushes it away as Rain clings to him, sags against him. Because if he had done something wrong--would Rain trust him like this. Naked and vulnerable curled into his arms like he wants Dew to carry him to bed. Dew wishes he could. Instead, he just guides, arms wrapped around Rain as he pulls him from the bathroom. He needs to change the sheets, he realizes a little too late. He sets Rain into his desk chair and kisses him between the horns. "Two minutes, then we can get in bed, ok?" He waits for Rain's tired nod before he turns away. Keeping an eye on Rain the whole time he strips the bed. The sheets are still damp. He shoves them into his hamper and grabs the first clean set he can find. Crisp blue cotton ones Mountain got him ages ago. Rain watches all of his movements. His body language loose and tired. Dew can tell he's still a little hazy. It was a hard drop, a deep one. Dew knew what he was getting into when Rain showed up begging for it. He wanted to go deep, to drown in a cotton-filled mind. Despite the intensity of everything--and Dew's inherent worry--Rain still looks as blissed out as he did when Dew had finally let him cum. It's that dopey smile, still tugging at his lips, that finally sets Dew at ease. He tucks the last corner of the sheets in and tosses his quilt back on the bed. He comes to stand between Rain's legs, reaching for his hands to pull him up. "You ready for a nap, sweetheart?" Rain yawns, doesn't bother to hide it. He nods. "Hold me?" "Yeah, as long as you want." Dew tucks them both into bed. Curling himself around Rain's back. He curls his arms around Rain's chest and stomach, and hauls him back so they're flush. Legs tangled together. Dew nuzzles his face into the back of Rain's neck. Smelling clean water and the jasmine of his shampoo.

Rain reaches down and laces his fingers with Dew over his stomach. "Dew?" Rain asks, voice groggy, slipping away already. "Yeah?" "Thanks." It's barely a word, more of a noise--but Dew understands. He always does.

#comet comments #ficlet #raindrop #rain/dew #dew/rain #soft and sweet #ghouls in love #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #aftercare

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sexy-sea-basss · 4 months

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Luciiiiiiiiiii

can I get a ramble about literally any of the ghouls being in love with each other?

For the people

Absolutely!!! (ignore the spelling/grammar errors)

Mountain loves phantom, but he’s afraid of hurting him or claiming him as a mate since he’s still pretty new and wants him to explore every option available to him.

He prepares phantom lunch box when he needs to go help papa all day. he leaves little notes in his lunch box like “have a good day, love m” “you have the most beautiful smile, M” “have a fantastic day sweetheart, i love you, M”

mount will wash phantoms clothes when he knows the poor quint is too tired from band practice, chores, elemental practice, and ghoul school.

He’ll make bouquets out of the weeds in the gardens because phantom mentioned liking the weeds and felt bad they were being torn up. (he obviously adds fresh flowers and other little decorations)

Phantom also loves mountain very much. he yearns for him. but he’s scared mount thinks he’s too young

He uses his power when mountain thinks he’s asleep and soothes his aches and pains. as well as heal all the cuts in his hands from working on the garden

Phantom lets him win at video games all the time (sometimes it’s on purpose, other times it’s because hes too distracted looking at mountain he forgets he’s playing)

He plugs in his phone, and other electronics because mountains kinda forget about that stuff. make sure his glasses are clean with no smudges, and make sure his water bottle is always filled before bed time.

When they’re together, they’re the absolute cutest. always taking care of each other, holding hands, tails intertwined. phantom sits in mountains lap and caresses his face. A lot i love you’s and i appreciate yous are exchanged. Sweet, sweet love. They cuddle in bed and compare hand sizes (then intertwine their hands), bops on the nose, laugh at stupid jokes, head pats, sweet love making with the occasional nasty nasty fuck. They are very much in love.

#not edited hehe #errors a plenty probably #mountain ghoul #phantom ghoul #the band ghost #ghouls in love #luci writes

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mac-and-thefox · 7 months

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A little Rulti sweetness and fluff for anyone that needs it 💙

Morning Delight

A breeze blows through the window and causes Swiss to wake with a small stir, tickling his cheek and filling the room with the crisp autumn smell of turning leaves and incoming frost. He sighs softly and burrows himself further into the blankets and furs, enjoying the contrasting feel of the warmth of his bed with the fresh morning air.

Swiss rolls onto his side and nuzzles into the body of the ghoul curled up next to him. The clean, fresh scent of morning dew and water lillies fills his nose as Swiss draws Rain closer to him and buries his nose into the water ghoul's neck, breathing in deeply the scent of his mate.

Rain lets out a soft noise and presses back against Swiss' chest as he stretches out before snuggling back down into the Multi ghoul's arms and drifting off again.

Swiss marvels at the ghoul in his embrace. He gently lifts a claw to brush the silky blue-black curls out of Rain's face and gazes at him with all the love in time and space. Rain's eyes are closed, his lids a dusky shade, his eyes moving underneath and Swiss imagines he's probably dreaming of swimming through beautiful coral reefs, or the kelp forests at the bottom of the abbey lake.

Rain's skin is milky, almost creamy with a dusting of pink on the apples of his cheeks. A smattering of freckles bridges his delicate nose and travels up his temples, across his shoulders and chest. Each one shining and iridescent like scales from the most beautiful fish.

His lips, plump and full, are slightly parted as he breathes softly, the gills on his slender neck fluttering ever so slightly, warm and safe in Swiss' arms. Swiss can't believe that a being so divine, so painfully beautiful, so ethereal and perfect could ever choose to be his. How did he ever get so, so lucky?

Swiss runs his hand softly up and down Rain's body, feeling the soft touch of his skin. He skates his hand over Rain's ribs and over the swell of his hip and ass before wrapping his arms back around the water ghoul, planting soft kisses on Rain's neck and along the underside of Rain's jaw. Rain's scent, muted slightly by calm sleep, fills his nose as he nuzzles his mate's cheek.

Swiss rolls his hips slowly into the water ghoul's round ass, drawing him back against his body before exploring Rain's chest and stomach with his large hands. Swiss feels his dick stir and begins to harden as he grinds gently into the softness of his mate's sleeping form.

Rain stirs, breathing out a sigh as he slowly comes to. Swiss leans over to press a kiss to his temple and Rain wraps his tail around the massive hand resting on his sternum.

"Good morning, Sea Star," Swiss whispers, tickling Rain's cheek with butterfly kisses as he squeezes the water ghoul gently into his solid chest, still rolling his hips into Rain's ass. He leans over and gently rubs his horn that can reach against Rain's, bumping them together.

Rain hums a contented sigh and pushes back into Swiss' strong frame, moving his ass back into Swiss' groin in time with his mate. His lithe hands come up to rest on top of the larger ones on his chest and stomach as Swiss emits a soft groan with the increased pressure on his cock. This is his favorite way to wake up in the morning, and he knows that Swiss is well aware.

"Mmm....g'morning my spark.." Rain murmurs, turning his head back to catch Swiss' lips in a slow, sensual kiss.

Swiss cups Rain's face in his hand and leans into the kiss. It's soft, intimate, their tongues licking into each other's mouths as they move together tenderly.

Rain shifts to face Swiss on his back, wrapping his arms around the Multi ghoul's neck as Swiss leans over him, deepening the kiss and grinding against Rain's hip. He moans quietly, pulling Swiss more firmly against his body.

"What're you thinking?" Swiss mumbles against Rain's lips.

Rain takes Swiss' hand off his face, guiding it down his body, between his legs where his cock is quickly hardening, already leaking small pearls of precum.

"Want you to touch me," Rain sighs as Swiss closes his hand around his length and begins to slowly stroke up and down.

Swiss rubs his thumb over the tip, collecting the beads of pre and swirling it around. Rain moans quietly and rolls his hips up into his mate's hand and Swiss gets the message, slicking up Rain's cock and squeezing gently with just the right amount of pressure. He grinds against Rain's hip in time with his hand, speeding up at the sound of Rain's moans and gasps climbing in pitch.

Rain's mind starts going soft and fuzzy at the feel of the Multi ghoul's massive hand around his cock. He pulls Swiss down and kisses up and down Swiss' throat, sucking small marks into the skin, watching the bruises bloom like flowers on soft velvet through heavy lidded eyes.

Swiss' hand closes more firmly around his cock and his eyebrows cant up, his eyes fluttering shut, gasping out a soft "Ahh.. " at the warm, wet feeling.

"Love, need to feel you...please.." Rain breathes out, his hips moving of their own accord into Swiss' hand, feeling the beginnings of heat pooling in his gut.

"As you wish, my Rainbow,"

Swiss rolls over on top of his mate, stretching out along the length of Rain's lanky body, settling between his long legs. Rain wraps his legs around Swiss' waist and draws him in, both ghouls moaning and gasping together into each other's mouths as Swiss slowly sinks into him with ease, his hole still relaxed and slick from the previous night's activities.

Swiss runs his hands up Rain's body. Caressing over hips, along his ribs, skating up his arms. He gathers Rain's hands in his own and holds them above Rain's head, lacing their fingers together and pressing close as he starts to move, slow and deep.

Rain whimpers and breathes out a high sigh, feeling Swiss in his entirety. The Multi ghoul filling him and reverently laying his claim on his heart and his soul as he moves above Rain in tender worship of his mate.

Rain slips a hand up to cup Swiss' cheek, gazing at Swiss through heavy lidded eyes at his ghoul's rugged, scruffy face, his brows knitting up in pleasure at the feeling of his mate's body so tight, so warm, so wet around him.

"I love you, my spark," Rain moans softly, rolling his hips in time with Swiss' to grind his cock against the muscled plain of Swiss' stomach.

Swiss cries out as Rain's body clenches around him. Rain gazes up at him like he hung the moon. Swiss gazes back down at his beautiful water ghoul as he moves inside of him. How was he possibly deemed worthy to be in the presence of a creature so graceful, so....so alluring and captivating, let alone worship at his physical altar this way?

"So beautiful, so good for me, Water Lilly. Satanas, how was I blessed enough to have such a perfect ghoul as mine?" Swiss whispers prayerfully in Rain's ear, sending a shudder through Rain's body as he clenches down harder on Swiss's cock and cums between their hot, sweaty torsos.

Swiss gasps out a cry and meets his end as well, cumming deep inside the water ghoul's body, his cock kicking out the vestiges of his orgasm before collapsing down on top of Rain.

Rain runs his claws gently through Swiss' damp curls, pressing kisses to his forehead and murmuring soft words of love and praise in his ear.

The two laying basking in each other arms, exchanging soft touches and gentle kisses. Swiss slips out slowly, rolling onto his back and gathering his mate into his arms and against his chest, thoroughly spent.

It's a good thing they don't have anywhere to be today.

#mac writes #ghost fan fiction #rulti #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #ghouls in love

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ismybloodholyenough · 1 year

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Mushy May Day 2

Prompt: Crush/"I made this for you"

Pairing: Sunshine/Cumulus

Can also be found on ao3 under the same name

Cumulus sat back on her heels, admiring her work. Her hands ached and it had been too long since she’d gotten any food, but her project was finally done. She reached for her phone on her desk, snapping a quick picture of the overalls laid out in front of her before opening her texts.

Mountain: How’s it coming out?

Cumulus: Just finished it! Come and see it!!!!

She stood, setting down her phone so she could start cleaning up. Embroidery thread, needles, scissors, the embroidery hoop. She stowed them all neatly in her dresser, hiding everything under one of her less-worn shirts. It was only a few minutes before she heard a soft knock on her door.

“Come on in,” Cumulus said over her shoulder. She tucked the shirt back into place just as Mountain slipped into the room, shutting the door behind him. His gaze immediately fell upon the overalls splayed out on the floor beside Cumulus’ bed. His face lit up as he walked around them to get a better look.

“It looks so good! Sunny’s gonna love it!” Mountain knelt, tracing his fingers over the stitches. “You gonna wrap it up? I have some good wrapping paper if you need any.”

“I’ve already got some picked out, but thanks. And thank you so much for teaching me. I love how it came out,” Cumulus answered, smiling brightly.

“Yeah, it’s amazing! I love the bee trails,” Mountain said, still taking in every detail on the overalls. Cumulus smiled even wider, remembering how unsure she had been about that addition.

“That was Cirrus’ idea. I didn’t think I could make the details look good since they’re so small. But it turned out really well,” she said. “Oh, and before I forget.”

“Yeah?” Mountain lifted his head up, still tracing the patterns Cumulus had embroidered on the denim.

“Do you have any sunflowers in your greenhouse? I wanna match it up,” the air ghoulette explained. Mountain smiled, nodding.

“Yeah, let me go get them right now.” He stood to leave, opening and shutting the door just as quietly as he had come in. Now alone, Cumulus folded up the overalls, running her fingers over the soft threads. After months of hard work, she would finally be able to wrap her gift.

Choosing the wrapping paper hadn’t been hard. It was simple, fitting. A cute pattern of suns and clouds over a light blue sky. Cumulus made quick work of it, tucking the folds into themselves with the skill of someone used to giving gifts.

Once she was done, she picked up her phone again to text her girlfriend.

Cumulus: Eyes on Sunny?

No response. Cirrus was probably just busy. Cumulus dropped her phone onto her bed to look in the mirror instead. She fussed with her hair, adjusted her bracelets, switched out the ribbons she’d wrapped around her horns. She was nervous. It was so unusual for her to be so anxious. Normally, Cumulus was sure about everything she did. She was the guiding voice of the pack. The “mom friend” of the group, as she’d been called by some of the Siblings of Sin.

This uncertainty, this fear… it was weird. It’s not like she and Sunshine weren’t friends. They’d bonded immediately, drawn to each other from the moment the solar ghoulette was summoned. But lately it had become something more. For Cumulus, at least. She was scared to finally confess her feelings. Cirrus was helping her, and Mountain, too, but it was still the most nerve-wracking thing she’d done since her first Ritual.

Sunny was so sweet and fun and pretty. Their laugh was like a cool breeze on a hot day. She always made the best picnics, choosing exactly the right spot to get equal sun and shade. Cumulus was just in love with Sunshine, and it was just too much at this point. She had to get it out. She just didn’t want to mess it up.

A buzzing from her phone drew her out of her thoughts. Cumulus picked it up to see that Cirrus had texted her back.

Cirrus: Talking to Dew and Aeth. Picnic basket is almost done

Cumulus: Great. Omw out

Grabbing her canvas bag, Cumulus packed the gift, her phone, a blanket, and her sketchbook before making her way into the hall. She carefullysnuck into the common room, making sure Sunshine didn’t see her as she found Cirrus in the kitchen.

Her girlfriend smiled at her when she walked through the door, a woven basket sitting on the counter in front of her. Cumulus eyed the hint of a flower petal peeking out of the corner of the lidded basket. So Mountain had already brought the bouquet. Perfect.

“Good luck,” Cirrus whispered. Cumulus smiled back, taking the picnic basket and walking back into the common room. Sunshine was on the couch, still talking to Dew and Aether. The air ghoulette gave herself a moment to just watch, her breath catching as Dew said something that made Sunny laugh. They were so carefree, so beautiful. She would be happy to just watch Sunshine sing and laugh and love if that was what she wished, Cumulus thought.

Aether spotted Cumulus over Sunny’s shoulder. He looked at the tote bag on her shoulder, the picnic basket in her opposite hand, and the way she was staring at the solar ghoulette. A small smile formed on his face as he subtly winked at Cumulus, continuing his conversation with Dew.

“Hey Sunny,” Cumulus pushed out, much softer than she intended. Sunshine turned around, either ignoring or not noticing the uncharacteristically shy tone.

“What’s up?” the solar ghoulette asked.

“Do you… wanna go for a picnic?” Cumulus hesitated, hoping she didn’t sound too awkward. Fortunately, Sunshine didn’t seem to care. Their face lit up and she stood, looking at the basket Cirrus had so carefully prepared.

“Finally, someone wants to go outside! I’ve been begging these two to go for a walk or a swim or something cause it’s just so nice out! But they’d rather stay in and do… whatever they like to do.” Sunny frowned down at Aether and Dewdrop, who only smirked and ignored her. Cumulus laughed softly, walking around the couch to stand at the other ghoulette’s side.

“Shall we?” she asked. Sunshine simply turned to the door and opened it, letting Cumulus follow behind. Cumulus watched as they tilted their face up, closing their eyes and letting the sunlight wash over her. The air ghoulette’s heart rate picked up. Just a little.

The two of them walked for a while, Sunshine pointing out a few patches of wildflowers every now and then. They talked about everything, the upcoming summer tour, the new uniforms, the petty fights Swiss and Dew would always start. It was easy. It was nice. Cumulus was almost able to forget how nervous she was.

She was abruptly reminded, however, when their walk came to an end. Sunshine had found the perfect spot, a half-shaded clearing right next to a small creek. The sound of the running water brought Cumulus back to the task at hand. She set the basket down and fished the blanket from her bag. The two ghoulettes laid it down together, Sunny laughing when Cumulus had to create a windless bubble so it didn’t blow away.

Cumulus started unpacking the basket, carefully avoiding the sunflowers as she set out strawberries, raspberries, bread and cheese, and Aether’s signature brownies. The solar ghoulette was already popping strawberries into their mouth, grinning at the taste.

“Picked fresh from Primo’s garden this morning,” Cumulus admitted, smiling shyly.

“And did you get permission?” Sunny asked, already knowing the answer.

“I would never,” the air ghoulette replied with mock hurt. Sunny laughed, tipping her head back.

“Ok, so if I hear the menacing cracking of bones waddling over to the ghoul quarters, I shouldn’t point the old man in your direction,” Sunshine said.

“Exactly.” Cumulus finally laid all the food out, pulling the bouquet of sunflowers out and a small glass cup. The solar ghoulette’s gasped, eyes filled with childish joy as they saw the flowers. Cumulus only walked down to the stream to fill the glass, putting the long stems in the water as she came back.

“Alright, this has to be something. You can’t just tell me you wanted to go for a picnic. You brought flowers. What’s going on?” Sunshine asked, watching Cumulus’ hands as she lowered the makeshift vase to the blanket. The air ghoulette took a moment to sit down next to Sunny before answering.

“It’s your Summoning Day! I wanted to do a little celebration!” she explained. Sunshine let out a happy trill, her tail wagging against the cloth. Cumulus’ heart skipped a beat at that; she loved seeing them so happy. It was amazing. She found herself lost in the routine of eliciting those happy noises, trying to hear Sunny’s laugh again and again and again.

“I… there’s one more thing,” Cumulus squeaked, interrupting the story Sunny was telling.

“What?” they said, tilting her head. Cumulus reached for her bag again and retrieved the wrapped gift. Passing it to the solar ghoulette, she said, “I made this for you.”

Sunshine beamed at Cumulus. She wasted no time in unwrapping it, standing up to unfold the overalls. They sucked in their breath, taking in the embroidered sunflowers, bees, and leaves decorating the denim. Cumulus stared with held breath, trying to gauge the other’s reaction.

“Do you like it?” she asked quietly.

“Do I like it? It’s amazing! I love it!” Sunny said as she turned to Cumulus. They set the overalls on the blanket carefully and launched herself at the air ghoulette. The two of them fell back on the blanket with an oomph, and before she knew it, Cumulus was kissing Sunshine. The solar ghoulette chirped in surprise but kissed back, winding her arms around the air ghoulette’s neck.

When they pulled away, Sunshine’s cheeks were flushed, lips swollen. She smiled down at Cumulus, the noontime sun framing her face perfectly and creating a halo of light around their head.

“I- you- is this… ok?” Cumulus stammered. Sunshine just smiled even broader and leaned down again. Cumulus began purring, all anxiety washed away as she held Sunny tight. She couldn’t even really remember why she’d been nervous in the first place. Sunny loved the overalls. She loved the picnic. She loved the fact that Cumulus had put this all together. She loved Cumulus. And it seemed so obvious now.

Cumulus laughed, pulling away so she could plop a raspberry into the solar ghoulette’s mouth. They stared at each other, love and gratitude pouring from each other’s eyes. Yes, it was definitely obvious.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #mushy may #love confessions #crush #ficlet #also on ao3 #this is the cutest thing ive ever written HELP #ghouls in love

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surprisebitch · 3 months

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megan thee stallion has the power of god and anime on her side

#WE LOVE A CULTURED WOMAN #megan thee stallion #tokyo ghoul #perfect blue #nicki minaj #hiss #megan's law #t

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molinaesque · 10 days

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What can you say about how The Ghoul regards Lucy, this do-right vault dweller, when they cross paths? [...] She's a sheltered moral person because she had access to security and safety and resources in a vault setting, third or fourth or fifth generation, living underground in these secure environments and the rest of us were left to die on the surface. (x)

Dude really just said "Cooper put Lucy in a jar to study and shake her"

#cooper howard #the ghoul #walton goggins #fallout #fallout prime #lucy maclean #fallouttvgifs #i love love LOVE whenever Cooper gets deep about the characters #he's so into it bless him

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necromosss · 4 days

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Fallout - Series' Cast

#fallout #fallout series #lucy maclean #fallout maximus #the ghoul #i love them all so much #mossysdrawings

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ghouljams · 1 month

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In love with the idea of Ghost dating someone his complete opposite. All sunshine and bubbly personality, lighting up every room they step into, bright colors and boisterous laughter. Everyone is floored that someone like you is dating someone like Ghost, someone who broods in the corner while you socialize, but he evens you out. You feel safe with him, and he never makes you feel ashamed of loving the fun parts of life, never calls you childish for finding joy in the little things. He stops to snip flowers for you while you're on walks, flashing his knife for anyone that will look as he hands you pink tulips and daffodils.

You're such a bright spot in Ghost's life. How could he not love someone like you? Sure you're his opposite, but he needs that, needs someone who loves life enough to love him too. He loves that you care so damn much about everyone and everything, loves stopping the car so you can pick up stray dogs and reunite them with their families, loves that you literally stop to smell the roses on walks, loves watching how people flock to you but somehow you still choose him every time.

And that's really it, the choosing. You chose him, and you keep choosing him. What more could he want? He doesn't want to ruin your sweetness, he wants the reassurance that for all the goodness in the world you still pick him, the shadow in the corner. But how could you not when Simon loves you more honestly, more sincerely, than anyone ever has? He'd go to the ends of the earth for you, he'd kill for you, die for you. Who needs sunshine and rainbows when the grim reaper listens to your every command? No, you're happy to keep choosing Ghost. It's like they say: opposites attract

#ghoul speaks #x reader #cod x reader #x oc #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #cod x oc #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley #simon riley x reader #this is about Love lol #oc: love

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l-talks · 15 days

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#L talks #watcher #yeah sorry i love the ghoul boys but i'm not shelling out 60$ a year for another streaming service #especially one that doesn't put out consistent content that i enjoy #i really only watch for puppet history and mystery files

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theapocalypseisonlythebeginning · 22 days

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The Ghoul sewing Lucy's finger onto his hand... right after she gave him the meds he needs to not turn Feral... aka after he's shown kindness, maybe for the first time in decades, a century, more... after he's going through flashbacks of his pre-war life... after we see how sweet his daughter was...

Is it a fucked up way for him to a) remember a moment of kindness and quite literally embody it, and, b) a way for a dad to carry something of his daughter that he's proud of (ie the moment Lucy showed she had what it took to survive)

You cannot tell me Cooper isn't gonna become Lucy's new dad.

#cooper howard #the ghoul #fallout #fallout show #lucy maclean #fallout prime #fallout spoilers #if you ship them please go ahead #but i love the idea of cooper and lucy dad/daughter relationship

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xplore-the-unknwn · 9 days

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Walton Goggins explaining this shot of him as The Ghoul in a Diamond mine-

“It looks like I’m trying to look cool and all but Im not.” 🤣 you sir are a national treasure. His humor and down-to-earth charisma just does it for me.

He is perfectly casted as the Ghoul aka Cooper Howard!!

#I love him sm #the ghoul #Hes such a DILF iykyk #Yall should watch his fallout interviews youd get it #cooper howard #walton goggins #fallout #ghoul fallout #fallout tv series #fallout amazon #fallout prime

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theejael · 19 days

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am i makin' you feel sick?

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yeah, okay, the ghoul's kinda cool.

#not necessarily intended as ship but? if you wanna i guess #their dynamic was just interesting to me #also #coop you're a freak for replacing your chomped on finger with lucy's #love me some character parallelism/mirrors here #fallout season 2 when #fallout #fallout tv series #lucy maclean #cooper howard #the ghoul #my art #jael art

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assiraphales · 20 days

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seen some ppl say they hate the ghoul because he’s a bad person. alternatively I love the ghoul because he’s a bad person. he shot a guys foot off so he couldn’t run away. he killed a dog then brought it back to life bc it was useful. he used a living person as bait for a giant lake monster. he eats human flesh. he’ll kill anyone or anything that gets in his way (or for money). he’s one of the worst things the wasteland has created and actively makes the most morally bankrupt decisions. he USED to be a good person, and he suffered a great loss, and he might make better decisions later on, but it doesn’t change the fact that while some ghouls turn feral against their will he actively chooses everyday to be a monster. and I love that for him!!!!!!

#interesting complex characters I love u #Lucy and max are also so complicated and neat #the ghoul #fallout #fallout 2024 #cooper howard

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eupheme · 20 days

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— into the fire

[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! 💕 I heard him say ‘sweetheart’ (derogatory) and I was a goner. (Cooper is referred to as The Ghoul because I felt like he sure as hell wouldn’t have given Reader his name yet.)

“Been a long time since I’ve had mouth as sweet as yours.”

His tone then grows sharp, as the metal digs into your skin, “Don’t make me regret it.”

(Or - when you’re 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 lasso’d a rope around your throat. Bringing you to the ground - his weight of his hips pinning you solidly against the earth.

“There’s a bounty out for a Vaultie like you.,” The Ghoul had growled, as you bucked uselessly against him. “You know that?”

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, you’d give it to him.

“You can use me,” You had told him - desperate, one night. “Whatever you want. Please, I can’t go back.”

“You best think twice about what you’re offerin’, sweetheart.” 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 he’s been around a long, long time.

The Ghoul was terrifying in a way that thrilled you. You’d 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 hadn’t.

You hadn’t had much to bargain with but you begin think even if you had caps - you might have ended up right here anyways.

But he hadn’t 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.

“You want some?” He asked, letting you watch the bead of water that rolled down his chin. “Then I think you know what you need to do, sweetheart.”

He’s 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 you’d like.

The Ghoul’s hat shields his eyes, but he can’t hide the curve of his cock against his pants - the interested twitch, when he frees himself.

“Don’t get shy on me, now.” He clicks his tongue, fingers wrapped around the base, “This was your idea, after all.”

There’s a warmth pooling in your belly, as you shuffle closer. The part of your lips, the peek of your tongue against the tip.

It’s 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, it’s not long at all before he’s 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.

There’s a ragged groan rattling in his throat - then there’s the cool press of a muzzle against your cheek, the low growling drawl of his voice.

“Been a long time since I’ve had mouth as sweet as yours.”

His tone then grows sharp, as the metal digs into your skin, “Don’t make me regret it.”

Your heartbeat thuds beneath your ribs. His message clear - fuck around, use your teeth on him, and you won’t live long enough to find out.

You don’t 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.

“Not even two weeks out and you’re already sucking cock,” He grits out, “So fucking eager to do it, too. You like ghouls sweetheart? Or just me?”

His voice rips into you, sending your nerves alight. He leaks against your tongue as you trace the rough skin, unable to help groaning.

“Fuck,” The Ghoul growls, “Just mine. Let me hear you say it.”

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.

“Just yours.”

“Good,” He thumbs at your chin until you open again, tongue waiting against your lip. Filling you slowly this time, until he’s 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. It’s difficult without your hands - messy, with the way he uses you. Though there’s 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.

It’s 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.

“Getting off on this, sweetheart?”

You whine, and the smile widens.

“Filthy thing, aren’t you?” 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.

It’s not enough, but you both knew it wouldn’t be.

It would be too kind, otherwise. And he’s shown that he’s 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 he’s pulling himself from you with a grunt, his fist wrapping around his length.

“Unzip, darlin’.” He growls, as he works himself, “As much as I’d love to fully use that pretty mouth of yours, I ain’t about to share my RadAway.”

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.

“Goddamn,” He growls, “Just look at you. Bet you’re nice and messy beneath that suit.”

Fingers cup the weight, before he’s pinching down. Eliciting a soft moan, as his eyes sweep across your face - soft and half-lidded as you watch him.

“Should’ve just fucked you. Would’ve taken me so well, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” 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.

“Look at me,” 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 you’re 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.

“Oh,” He mocks, “You think I forgot?”

For the briefest moment, you think he means to touch you. To ease your need - or offer something to clean yourself with - but instead he’s pulling the canteen from his bag.

“Open.” He commands, before he’s 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 -

You’re pretty certain the path has changed.

ahh I just finished Fallout! What did you all think?? I loved it, and I can’t see what they do with Cooper’s arc in s2 (and of course everyone’s, 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 there’s interest!) 💖

#he’s so MEAN I loved his character #the ghoul x reader #the ghoul x you #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard x you #fallout smut #fallout series #fallout #amazon fallout

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moonlitdesertdreams · 13 days

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Take the damn shot

A/N: Ohhhhh I've spiraled. Going from Mandalorian fics to writing about a radioactive cowboy with no nose within a couple weeks of each other is totally healthy :) Tags: Fallout, Cooper Howard, Cooper Howard x F!Reader, Cooper Howard x You, Ghoul x Reader WARNINGS: Canon-Typical language and violence. Summary: A single quiet day in the saloon is all you wanted. But somehow, your Ghoul partner is pulling his gun and you're covered in another person's blood. Honestly, it's just typical.

Word Count: 1.7k+

(GIF Credit to @djo)

The Ghoul hates to admit it, but he needs you.

In the same sick and twisted, goddamned way he needs the Vials to stay sane, he needs you next to him. When poison air grows thick and the scorching sun sinks beyond a brutalized horizon, you’re always at his side. Day in and day out, you stick around. Full of piss and vinegar, ready to take on the fucked up world you’re all stuck in.

And Cooper’s not one for generosity anymore, but he gives you credit a lot of the time. He knows he can be nasty, and you don’t mind one bit. In spite of his callousness and general disregard for safety, you put on a chipper attitude and tug him (sometimes physically) along to the next town. Outwardly innocent but filled with a mutual hatred for Vault-Tec and what its influence had done to the world and yourself, you’d quickly become his diamond in the rough.

And you shine particularly bright in the shack of a building the Wasteland called a saloon. You’ve made careful friends with a couple of gray-haired biddies- presumably the owners- in the back of the room, and chat happily with them. Cooper sits off to the side behind you, a bottle of the local brew dangling between his fingers. He’s content for the first time in a while; ass in a creaky rocking chair and boots kicked up on an old milk crate. The brim of his hat is pulled down to hide the majority of his face, but eyes wander lazily from you to the front door.

Cooper didn’t think many things were nice any longer, but listening to you prattle on with the women warmed something in his dead heart.

“You’re awfully pretty for this place.” The older of the two women, sporting a single eye and an impressively neat beehive style, compliments you. “Gotta be out of the Vaults with that skin.”

The Ghoul tenses, knowing the mention of your 200-year prison would strike a nerve.

“Yeah. I’m from before the war, actually.” You say it plainly and chase it down with a swig of liquor. “Fuckin’ Vault-Tec.”

The Ghoul’s familiar with your story, from you finding out about the plan to drop homemade bombs on American citizens to your confrontation with the executive group in Vault 31. Little did you know, you’d be sneaking in with no chance for escape. Cooper tightens his fist at the thought of Hank MacLean shoving you carelessly into a cryopod and slamming the button to lock you in. You’d relayed the story to him with watery eyes, and that’s something he absolutely loathed. He had enough personal beef with Hank that your trauma added to his ever-growing list of things to be absolutely pissed-the-fuck-off about.

Finch and Sparrow, as they were so comically named, clutch their pearls in sadness as you tell your story. They fawn over you, and Cooper makes out a few ‘fuck them Vaulties’ and a ‘well as much as it sucks, we’re glad you made it this far’. You sniff just barely and wipe your eyes.

“Thanks, ladies. It means a lot.”

The conversation turns back pleasant for the most part, and you’re enthralled as the women pull you into the town gossip. Cooper begrudgingly gets up to piss, comfy as he was, but stops at your side to hand off his bag first. You take it with a nod, more interested in the rumor mill than his whereabouts for the moment. He swaggers to the back door of the saloon, where wind whips sand against his jeans and patters the leather of his boots with tiny rocks.

Voices drift out the door from inside as Cooper yanks his zipper back up.

“Is it true what they say ‘bout Vaulties?” It’s a man’s voice, gruff and demanding in comparison to the happy lilt of yours. “Heard your story and always been… curious.”

“If you listened, you would know I ain’t no Vaultie.” Your reply is instant, but the edge in your voice has Cooper stepping a little faster down the short hallway. He reemerges to the sight of a suspiciously dressed man leaning against the wood beam beside your table, a little too close for comfort.

“Sure you are, darlin’. I can tell by lookin’ at’chya.” The man’s face is half-covered by a bandanna, and a pair of sand goggles are pushed up on his forehead, “Like they say.. everything’s… softer.”

There’s suddenly a hand landing on your shoulder, and Cooper sees red. His gun is pulled before he knows it, leveling at the man’s forehead.

“Hands off the girl.” He growls.

On closer inspection the man is probably close to the age you appear. Above the bandanna, weatherbeaten skin turns into frizzy ginger hair. He’s wearing a typical duster type coat, and the goggles are leaving red marks in his forehead. Cooper decides he’s taken shits more attractive than him.

Probably smarter, too.

“Fuck off, Ghoul.” Is the reply Cooper receives, sending a flash of white-hot anger through his already irradiated body. “I wasn't talkin’ to you.”

It was all too common, being brushed off. At this point in his life, it actually brings a smirk to his face. Your mouth is even tipping up at the edges, having had many interactions with the can of worms this guy was prying open.

“Listen man, I think you should let it go.” You warn and try to stand from the broken chair you had been carefully perching on. The red-head doesn’t relent, and pushes you back down into the chair. It wobbles dangerously as Cooper stomps closer. The movement prompts your captor to pull his own gun. It’s a crudely made pipe pistol, but able to shoot flying projectiles into your brains nonetheless.

“Get your goddamn hands off her before I decorate that wall with your fuckin’ skull.” Cooper yanks the hammer back on his pistol, hesitating at your close proximity.

The redhead pulls his bandanna down and Cooper watches you lean away as you recognize the scent and characteristics of a Fiend. His teeth are hanging loosely at crooked angles, and the pock marks around his mouth from scratching his skin open drip blood and serous fluid. His gun is trained on Cooper, but he freezes when he sees the Ghoul shift forward.

“Ah ah ah. How’d you like me to put a bullet in her instead?” The Fiend tugs you to your feet and nuzzles at your hair as he presses the barrel of his gun to your ribs. “I’d love a taste myself.”

The suffocating need to keep you safe and at his side fills Cooper’s corroded veins as you scowl at the Fiend whose nose is pressed dangerously close to your cheek with rotten teeth bared. Rage ignites from the anger he’s already feeling.

BANG.

Cooper’s watching when the red spray of blood washes over half the saloon, but still doesn’t quite comprehend what’s happened. His gun didn’t fire, but the scent of ignited powder fills the air. You fall to the floor along with your captor, and the aforementioned rage boils over. He holsters his gun and scrambles to pull you away in the chaos.

Thankfully, a quick once-over shows you to have no injuries, but the same can’t be said for your attacker. A foot away the Fiend lies still, about five pounds lighter from the gaping hole in his chest. Gore from his wound is splattered thick across your face and neck. Your eyes are pinched closed to avoid anything unsightly entering them, and you lash out blindly when Cooper grasps your arms.

“Let me go, you rotten bastard!” The Ghoul catches your right hand before it can hook into his jaw, “I’ll kill you myself.”

“Quit squealin’ sunshine, it’s me.” Cooper growls

While he’s getting a handle on your flailing limbs, a shadow covers the both of you. Cooper glances up at the one-eyed old woman who’s sawed-off shotgun is still smoking in her left hand.

“I know your brain is shrunken and all, but next time take the shot sooner.” She bites. “And feel free to clean up my damn bar.”

Cooper is torn between staring at the older woman- Sparrow, he thinks- and trying to contain your squirming. He’s not too fragile to admit he really doesn’t want to take a punch from you right now, so he wipes the back of his hand across your eyes and tugs you to sit up beside him.

“Cooper?”

He huffs a laugh at your incredulous tone and flicks away the remnants of blood littering your skin “The one and only. Open your eyes.”

They flicker open slowly, and you pout at the blood congealing on your clothes. “I just got these pants.”

Cooper sets a hand on your thigh and squeezes gently. “I’ll buy you a new pair. S’Long as you promise not to get Fiend all over those ones too.”

You thrust an elbow into his ribs at the jab and climb to your feet. Cooper follows with a dramatic groan.

“Old man.” You tease over your shoulder, observing the carnage from Sparrow’s well-aimed shot. A kick to the corpses’ ribs follows, sending a splatter of blood across Cooper’s pants. You shoot him an insincerely apologetic look. “She’s right, you know.”

The Ghoul follows your gaze to Sparrow, who’s hollering at any remaining patrons that dare tread too close to the mess, damning them for tracking blood around the bar.

“‘Bout what?”

You lean into his space, the scent of blood thick in the air. “Take the damn shot sooner.”

Cooper grabs the back of your neck and yanks you forward in a hard kiss. The blood transfers easily onto his lips, and he licks it off while pulling away. “Fucker deserved more than one shot.”

Possessiveness floods his mind and he squeezes the soft flesh beneath his fingers.

“I’da strung him up by his balls if I got my hands on him.” He mutters, tracing another finger through the blood and popping it into his mouth. “After grabbin’ onto you like that.”

You lean into his chest and let a smile curl the corners of your lips up. “All for little ol’ me?”

The Ghoul pinches your bloody cheek. “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

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