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Esquire secured Emmy-nominated actor Walton Goggins to appear in a custom advertorial spread in our Americans of the Year issue, and we created this companion video to run on Edificeās website and Facebook page.
warnings: 18+ Only, Minors Do Not Read!! sex work, smut, oral sex, P in V sex,
summary: a mysterious ghoul requests your services in Gomorrah during his visit to New Vegas.
notes: this is my first time writing the ghoul and not cooper, I hope this was what y'all were hoping for!
dividers by @saradika
gif by @hereticstations
Gomorrah hotel and casino but of course its so much more than that. You'd been employed there for a couple of months but have already made quite the reputation for yourself. Not many "smoothskins" here take ghoul clients, but you were an equal opportunity dancer and sex worker and caps were caps. Besides, sometimes ghouls could produce an experience only they can give and you were all about gaining new life experiences since you arrived in New Vegas...
It's a far cry from where you came from.
It's a typical day for you at work, dancing in Brimstones lower lounge as you had been stationed. Not every dancer also takes clients either, but you wanted to take every opportunity that came your way and being in the lower lounge with easier access to the courtyard outside made that a much easier task for you.
It's the start of your shift and not many customers have come in yet, the place is empty save for a few regulars that always come as soon as it opens. That's when you see a particular cowboy come striding in. His duster is old and worn, colors on his jacket faded. His tanned hat is pulled down over his face, but something is striking about him and his presence.
Everyone in the place seems to have some sort of reaction to him, most seem to cower in fear, some customers just leave. To you, he's another customer so you keep up your seductive dance. Besides, your favorite song just came on.
You had plenty money 1922.
You let other women make a fool of you...
The slow jazz tune plays as you snake your arms above your head and sway your hips to the low bass.
It seems to get the attention of the cowboy who walks over to your station and sits down on the booth. His hat still covers his face as he spreads his thighs and removes the bag slung over his shoulder.
You continue to dance to the music, turning around slowly as you remove your lacy robe, spinning it around your head before walking up to him and wrapping the lace around his neck playfully.
Why don't you do right?
like some other men do...
As you get a look at him, you notice he's a ghoul, which explains some of the reactions he got when he walked in, but certainly not all. That's not all you notice about him, his eyes are piercing, perceptive, watching you closely in a way you can't quite put your finger on. Part of his look makes you think he wants to kill you and eat you, while at other times he looks like he's trying to see through your soul.
It's not the usual vulnerability you're used to feeling with hungry eyes on you, but you try to shake it off and focus on the art of the tease.
If you had prepared twenty years ago
You wouldn't be wanderin' now from door to door.
You turn away from him, putting your backside in the air and crawling to the ground. You claw your way on the ground away from him, emphasizing your hip movements with each crawl. You get up on your knees and spin to face him, whipping your hair around. You roll your hips in waves over and over to the beat of the low notes, making eye contact with him.
Something about him draws you in where it seemed to repel so many others, and it makes you so curious about him. You get to your feet and dance your way over to his seat, making his lap your chair and wrapping an arm around his neck.
"What brings you to Gomorrah cowboy?" You know better than to ask for names in a place like this.
"Same as everyone else, darlin." He says in a growl as he hovers a gloved hand over your waist and eyes your body as you sit on him.
In encouragement, you put your hand on his and invite him to touch you, guiding his hand to your waist while you straddle him.
"And what's that?" You ask curiously as you lean forward and press your chest to his while rolling your shoulders back in time with the rhythm of the song.
"I know it when I see it." He says as he looks at you, his hazel eyes gazing into yours. His eyes are heavy with an exhaustion only the wasteland brings.
In your time here you've gotten to read people well enough and there's a determination in his eyes that of which can't be compared. Besides, the way he looks at you makes it clear he hasn't been touched intimately in quite some time.
You begin rolling your against him as the music swells to its finish. You can feel his arousal building beneath you and you smirk knowingly.
Get out of here and get me some money, too
Why don't you do right?
Like some other men do
Like some other men do
"Are you seeing it now?" You ask coquettishly while you wrap your arms around his neck and smirk at him.
Wordlessly, he smirks at you and takes off his hat, placing it on your head before lifting you up.
You yelp in excited surprise as he lifts you, but you can't help but giggle as he carries you to the private tents in the courtyard outside. You wrap your legs around his waist as he makes his way inside one of the tents.
The heavy canvas blocks out most of the light and sets a particular mood inside. The ghoul carries you and sets you down on the mattress inside, pining you underneath him.
"Does that answer your question, sweetheart?" He growls as he lowers his body over you, the weight of his body and his heavy clothing keeping you from moving much beneath him.
"Only partly," You tease as you watch him move back and shrug off his heavy duster, falling to the floor with a thud.
He quirks his head as you answer his unspoken question.
"I don't know how much of my services you require."
You say while sitting up on your hands and bringing your knees up slightly to emphasize the shape of your legs.
"Lets just say I want whatevers on offer." He says in a low voice while taking his vest off and sliding it onto the floor. He starts unfastening his belt, and you take that as a signal. You get on your hands and knees and crawl over to him, taking his gloved hands in yours and stopping him.
You unfasten his belt for him, unzip his pants and spring his hardening length free. He growls as he grabs your jaw, looking down at you with hunger. You go to wrap your lips around him, but he stops you.
"Not just yet, doll." He coos before he reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a tin of Rad X. He shakes the tin before popping it open and pulling out a pill.
"Open wide." He instructs by mimicking the gesture. You comply and open your mouth for him and he pops the small pill in your mouth. With a gulp you swallow and he growls erotically as he gives you a crooked smile.
"Good girl." He says stroking your hair before grabbing your chin again and encouraging you to pick up where you left off.
Without hesitation, you wrap your lips around his erection. He groans as you continue to take him in more and more. The length is a bit intimidating but you manage to take him down your throat. Your tongue expertly licks up and around his shaft while you wrap your hand around the base and squeeze softly.
The ghoul moans and his eyes flutter closed while his hand wraps around the hair on the back of your head. He wraps your hair around his hand and tugs, pulling you away from him roughly.
"You're doing that a little too well, darlin." He says gruffly while gazing down at your mouth dripping with saliva.
You take the compliment with a delicious grin and take only his tip inside your mouth. You flick your tongue over the sensitive slit and pump your hand up and down. The ghouls body reacts and his hips buck into you, needing more of your touch. You take more and more of him in your mouth slowly again and his grip on your hair tightens. He can't help but push you further onto him as much as he can. You take his entirety in your mouth and down your throat as he continues to thrust into you. His cock choking you slightly, but you're able to relax your throat enough for it to be comfortable for a few moments. That's all it takes for the ghoul, as he expels his release down your throat as his hand grips your hair and his whole body trembles. He groans harshly as he continues to spill down your throat, breaths getting more and more even as his hips calm down.
Slowly, you pull your mouth away from his body and release his cock from your lips. You look up at him for his reaction and he's looking down back at you with glazed and half-lidded eyes, clearly satisfied with your work. You smile as he grabs your chin, wiping away remaining cum and saliva left behind. You get to your feet, straightening your clothes and hair, and preparing to exit the tent.
Before you do, the ghoul quickly and roughly grabs your wrist and pulls you back towards him.
"Where do y'think You're goin?" He says with a smirk as he pulls you in towards his chest.
He tilts your head up towards him before taking your lips between his, tongue parting your lips open and tantalizing yours. His hands wrap around your waist and tugs what's remaining of your clothing and you help him take it off.
His rough leather gloves run over your soft skin, the contrast sending a shiver through your body. His eyes wander over you as his mouth moves from your lips to your jaw, nipping and biting with a low growl.
You definitely weren't expecting him to want to continue, usually your clients are a one-and-done situation, but this all felt so different.
With his arms tightly around you, he lifts you in the air and you instinctively wrap your legs around him. He holds you up with one arm, clearly incredibly strong, and he moves a gloved hand to his mouth removing it with his teeth. Quickly, he moves his hand between you and finds your heated core. He slips two fingers over your sensitive bud stroking it slowly and intentionally. You can feel your clit throbbing, your arousal building and your need growing. He smirks as you react, watching as your body clenches and writhes and your eyes close.
"That's it, sweetheart." He coos as he continues to expertly work your clit. You whimper and your breathing hitches, letting yourself relax and enjoy the sensations.
It doesn't take long for you to feel slick with desire, and he takes the opportunity. He pulls your hips downward in an aggressive motion and you feel him slip inside of you. Your internal walls clench around him and pulsate in time with his thrusts. Your breasts bounce as you ride him, pressing against his textured skin and adding additional pleasure. His moans get more and more frequent, his movements getting more and more sporadic as both of your pleasure continues to build. The way his ribbed cock feels inside of you is incredible and the way he knows how to pleasure your clit is like he's pleasured you 100 times before.
You feel your own rapture building in your center and your whimpers get more and more desperate. The ghoul growls in your ear before biting your earlobe and kissing down your neck.
"Come for me." He commands as you feel yourself shudder around him. Your clit throbs faster and faster and your walls clench around his dick as your orgasm reaches its peak. It causes you to cry out in ecstacy and as you do, you feel the ghoul's own release spill inside of you. It fills you with warmth as he holds you and his hips get slower and slower.
Finally, you both come down and he slips out of you, holding your sweating bodies close together for a moment before helping you to your feet.
As you stand, you feel a bit woozy and your balance starts to waiver. The ghoul holds you upright as he exhales a laugh.
"The Rad-X will help with that." He says while cleaning himself up and gathering his belongings.
As you gather your things, you're so satisfied you nearly forget this is a business. You've enjoyed yourself so much it seems almost wrong to charge him. Before you can say anything, he walks by you, brushing his shoulder against yours as he starts to leave.
warnings: 18+ Only, Minors Do Not Read!!, smoking, smut, alcohol, swearing, oral sex, p in v sex.
summary: you're with cooper howard, and he's enamored with you. so enamored that he has morning sex after a party with you.
notes: written for @countessvalentines.
gif by: @talesfromthecrypts.
it can't be said i'm an early bird.
back when i was riding fences as a kid, maybe, but this ain't then. sun filters through the curtains, just a sliver, but it's enough to wake my tired eyes. the party the night before had been wild - drinking, laughing, having a good time. we cut loose, we had fun. rolling cigarettes, puffing away and getting blitzed with cocktails. some details are fuzzy, but what's clear as the dawn of the new day ahead - were the sensations, the tastes, the pleasures. i remember long hair draped on my chest as you rode me, your walls fluttering with need as you cried out my name and begged for me to come inside. the floor's hardwood digging into our skin, your skirt pulled up to reveal everything i've ever wanted. you were riding me, on top, hips grinding in a way that caused me to see heaven. your pussy closed around me, throbbing, milking me until the wee hours. never have i felt such pleasure, the way it rolled up my spine and poured into you. the moans, the way the bed rocked - i kiss your shoulder, rolling over to wrap my arms around the softness of your waist.
"mornin'." i mumble between kisses, and i won't deny that i'm stiff. i rub myself against your backside, and i feel you twitch, a moan escaping. i cup your breast, thumb brushing your hardening nipple, and i watch you bite your lip, your hips pushing backward for more. i kiss your cheek, then the apex of your spine. you moan again, reaching back, your talented fingers touching my inner thigh. i can feel myself harden further, my cock pressing. you roll over, your mouth on my mouth, the taste of last night's alcohol still on cherry-red lips. we kiss for what feels like an eternity, but not enough, my tongue licking, your gasps needy. your fingernails run down my chest and abdomen before landing on my lower stomach. you tease the fine hair there, what trails downward, and i buck into your palm. your eyelids flutter at the feeling, and i kiss your neck, then nip downward. my lips part, enveloping one of your nipples, and i suck, your body shivering in delight. you work me with a strong wrist, your warm skin causing me to grunt as i thrust slowly, gently. i tell you i need you, that i want you more than you could imagine. your legs part, and i can smell you - it causes my mouth to water, the idea of licking you clean at the forefront of my mind.
i take your hand, your grip loosening, before i kiss the crook of your elbow. you smile, a fresh groan at the sight, and i shift down the bed. your thighs open completely, and i take them in my palms, massaging them. it's what i want, it's what i need, and as i open you and begin to lick, i can taste your wetness. you are turned on, your hands in my hair, your hips jerking upward. you're my lover, my confidant, and i wouldn't have it any other way. you moan my name - "cooper." it comes out thick like molasses, and your choked groans as i slip my tongue into your causing your spine to roll closer for more, more, more. my fingers inch upward, across the space, hands grasping your breasts. i stroke, playing with your nipples, my chin rigid as i fuck you with my tongue. tasting you, the beautiful, ripe juices dripping down my face, i look up, watching your eyes. they're glazed-over with lust, your moans breathy, hitched. you're close, and i can feel your walls contract when i slip in my finger. i pump you, tongue rolling on your clit, the pulse of it leaping up into my mouth. you tangle your fingers in my hair, and your hips jump, your thighs tight and shaking. you're breathing my name, strangled between groans of pleasure. i continue, my finger down to the knuckle, my tongue lapping, warm. when you come, your eyelids flutter, a primal sound echoing between us. i can feel the pulsing, i can taste your come, my eyes closing to savor each drop as i replace my finger with my tongue once more. i lick you out, tasting fruit, your pussy twitching as you climaf again, gripping the sheets.
when we're finished, when you're shivering and reaching for me, i climb up your body, the softness pressed against me. i lean on my side, right next to yours, my kisses tasting of you. i brush my nose against your cheek, arms wrapped around yours. you note my still-lingering hardness, your palm closing around it, my cock pressed into your grip. "you don't have to worry about that, darlin'." i coo, my voice rough but slick with humidity. you smile at me, small, devious, and that wickedness drives me wild. your eyes flash, hungry, your body shifting on the sheets. you press your hand to my chest, pushing me onto my back gently, before you mount me, your walls still wet and your thighs damp with it. you slip me inside slowly, lowering yourself, my pelvis already needy as it bucks. you gasp, fingernails curling against my chest, a rhythm picked up as you please yourself on my cock. you gasp again, hips rutting, a bounce causing your breasts to move, and i lean up, grasping your backside. i guide you onto my lap again, face to face, kissing between groans of ravenous want. you ride me, my lips on your neck, your pussy clutching my cock, my back taunt as i fuck upward. your pussy feels like heaven, enveloping me and squeezing again, your groans mixing with mine into a symphony of dirtiness. we fuck hard, our hips slapping, the sound of sex and grunts filling the air. i lick up the side of your neck, my teeth on your earlobe, my whispering causing your nipples to harden, to press to my chest. "you're such a good fuck, sweetheart."
my orgasm is on the horizon, and so is yours. i can sense it, the twitch of your walls, and when they close around me in that lustful, needy way - i grunt. i call your name, precious syllables crawling from my throat. i thrust fast, quick, before i begin to pulse deep inside of you. come spills from me, shooting, ropes filling you to the brim. it leaks out, the sound of cock in pussy turning me on, and i fill you again, leaning you back to kiss your sternum. i work my way upward, kissing, nipping, before we passionately interlock lips. the sunlight now leaks freely into the room, our bodies holy, lit up like halos of each other. we kiss again, and i lay you down, sliding out slowly, watching our mixed juices as they slowly drip. "that's a good girl." i whisper against your neck, and your smile, warm and inviting, captivates me. we lay, my head between your breasts as i continue to kiss your skin. you smell sweet, but the earthy love between your legs causes me to close my eyes, breathing deeply. we smell of fresh sex, hot and sticky, and i lean my head up to look at you. "should we continue this in the shower?"
you're too sweet for me, but on these late nights and mornings - you're exactly what i need.
