hello ghoulfuckers! Iâve officially moved over to @bonafideyapper , the 3 fics Iâve posted here will stay here, but any new fics will be posted there!
Another little slice of the perpetual trauma that makes up our disillusioned melty-boy's existence. Imagine, not only having to traverse the literal ruined wasteland of your past, but constantly encountering the voice of one of your good friends, dead for centuries, while doing so. This show. Seriously.
Okay he's meant to be doing Sean Connery Bond here but the cadence is so similar to Cooper/The Ghoul exaggerating his cowboy accent that I'm like đł Also the poker setting was just too perfect
(From season 2 of The Unicorn).
THE TRADER'S DAUGHTER - cooper "the ghoul" howard x female!oc (part 4)
*THIS IS A DIRECT CONTINUATION OF PART 3** (guess what? I LIED when I said it would be past/present/past/present, enjoy whatever this is.)
Warnings: language, badly written smut, mentions of body hair (has to be a normal occurence in fallout bc theres no razors out there????), dbf!cooper, P in V sex, unprotected sex, ghoul fucking, unprotected irradiated creampie, Rad Away as birth control, as always not proofread
a/n: Alright! Iâm not fully happy with this, but I DID promise a part 4 tonight so here she is in all her glory. Still bad at writing smut, deal with it. (Even tho Iâm bad at writing it this is basically just smut with like, small plot points strewn about.)
Word count: 2.1k
previous part - masterlist
Previously, on The Trader's Daughter...
âOhh, ya want me to touch ya, huh?â Cooper spoke in a hushed tone so as to not alert to her father in the next room what was about to happen. âWhat happened to youâre too young for me?â He squeezed her thigh with a strong grip, a wide grin coming to his face as he coaxed her thighs open.Â
âCoop, I-â Daisy breathlessly whispered, overwhelmed by the man and his voice and his hands. Lord have mercy, his hands, those hands that she had dreamed about touching her in ways that would make angels cry. The hands that had strangled a man to death for threatening her.Â
âI want you to touch me.â
âWell now darlinâ, I can touch you however you want me to. But this ainât gonna be no casual fuck. If I touch you now, youâre a marked woman.â Cooper whispered against the shell of Daisyâs ear, his scarred hand scooting closer to where she craved him most. He could tell she was flustered, and he loved that even after years of being hardened by the wasteland, he still had that panty-dropping effect on members of the fairer sex.Â
âYou sure you want an old man like me to irradiate that pretty little body of yours, flower?â Cooper kept his voice low, fully aware of his friend snoring less than ten feet away.Â
Daisyâs mouth was dry and she would kill for some water. Somehow she managed to whisper back, âIâve been on the surface a long time too, Cooper. I can handle a little rad poisoning. Got a good supply of Rad Away stashed away.âÂ
Cooper ran his tongue over his cracked lips, intrigued by the spice coming from the sweet little lady falling apart and he hadnât even started to touch her yet. âYeah? Sounds like youâve been waitinâ a while for a moment like this, sugar. Hell, if Iâdâve known youâd been waitinâ for me this long I wouldâve made my way back to you sooner. Couldâa gave you another pretty little gift.â His hand reached for her necklace, letting his large calloused digits linger around the little white pearl. He could feel the breath trapped in her chest and swore he could hear the thumping of her heart trapped behind her ribs.
A decade of yearning had led her here, and Daisy was latching on. âCan I um, can I tell you something, Coop?â She felt like a teenage girl again as she looked up at the ghoul inching closer and closer to her, until his knee was slotted between the two of hers. If her father were to walk out now, they could probably play off the position as platonic, as an old friend leaning closer to get a good look at someone they hadnât seen in years. A wave of nerves rushed over her as she watched him nod, calming herself as she thought about how he was much less of an intimidating figure without that old cowboy hat perched on top of his head.Â
âYouâre like, the guy I modeled my dream man after-â Daisy froze when she heard a shift to her fatherâs snoring pattern, bringing her awareness back to her surroundings. Cooper swiftly grabbed her chin to force her attention on him. âUh uh, attention back on me, sweetheart. Itâs just us. Now, you were sayinâ about how I was your perfect man?â As he spoke, his hand crept closer to the belt still fastened around her waist, taking his time and being disrespectful in his slow movements to pop her pants open. With each point the woman listed about how he was the model, he dipped one more finger down the front of her pants.Â
âW-Well yeah, youâve always been a very honorable man. Always take care of the people close to you.â Daisy tried to keep the conversation as casual as she could but still put up no fight as his fingers dipped below her waistband. She cautiously scooted herself down in the chair to widen her legs for him, blushing when he clicked his teeth, âThatâs a good girl. You gonna keep beinâ a good girl for me, flower? Keep tellinâ me âbout myself.â Cooper smirked at her, his fingers ghosting over the skin of her stomach.
Daisy swiped her tongue over her lips, desperate for some kind of moisture in her mouth. Sheâd gladly accept it if he spit in her mouth, and actually, she wanted it. Sheâd do anything for him, especially if it would keep his hand sinking further down. âI think that youâre a good protector, a great shot back in the day. Iâd totally outshoot you now.â She had to throw in a little jab of attitude towards him, wanting to see where itâd get her. âLike the way you talk, always callinâ me some kind oâ pretty-âÂ
Cooper couldâve lost it right then and there when his fingers slipped through the soft curly bush coating her puffy lips, âLook at that, sweet girl, youâre soaked and I ainât even really touched you yet.â He bragged, letting his finger tap against her clit a few times to watch her twitch, âAnd princess, as much as I wanna hear that sweet voice of yours scream my name, gonna need you to be quiet for me. Think you can do that?â He whispered to her as he sunk two thick digits into her dripping hole, shoving the same fingers on his other hand into her mouth to silence her when her jaw went slack. âBite down if you need to; I wonât mind.âÂ
Daisy was on cloud nine, needing to grip the table to hold herself together. She couldnât tell if this was really happening, not until she felt his weathered fingers brushing against that little spot inside her, building up a tight knot that he was eager to coax from her. She wrapped her pretty little lips around his fingers and then Coop thought he was on cloud nineâ heâd get those pretty little lips wrapped around something else soon enough, but right now he was committed to teasing her and making her cum with his fingers. Yâknow, had to see if he still got it (he did, he was shocked to find that it took less than five minutes of manipulation for her to gush in his hand with a muffled moan as he clasped his hand over her mouth.)Â
Daisy closed her thighs around his hands and tried to let her head tip back, half-lidded eyes staring up at his as he dug his fingers in her mouth and pulled her head up to look at him. She whimpered at the loss of his fingers and watched as he licked them clean, a bright red tinge on her cheeks.Â
âSweeter than any peach Iâve ever tasted, flower.â Cooper ran his finger over her lips gently, letting her taste herself on the digit. She damn near couldnât see straight and here he was, still egging her on. âNow, princess, think you can stay quiet for me?âÂ
Any kind of strong-woman act that Daisy had created for herself in her lifetime had dissolved in an instant, turning to putty in his hands and feeling like she was a virgin all over again as she begged him to fuck her. âPlease, Cooper, please- Iâll be quiet, I promise. Please, please-â She whispered, keeping her eyes locked on his to show she was being serious. âWe can go downstairs, wonât have to worry about dad.âÂ
Cooper pushed himself back from her and stood up, holding his hand out for her to take. âCome on then, pretty girl.â Daisy was quick to stand on her shaky legs, not seeming to care about the wet spot that had formed between her legs. She grabbed onto his hand and essentially dragged him down the stairs, pretty eager for a grown woman. Hey, again, Cooper reawoken her teenage dream, Daisy is in no way to blame for her actions. Without having to think about his actions, Cooper easily tossed the girl around like a ragdoll. Their bodies combined in a mixture of clashing teeth and lips and limbs blindly grabbing for each other. Daisy slung an arm around his neck to pull his head closer to her, channeling a lifetime of desire behind her kiss. Sheâd never been kissed like this before, none of the boys she had messed around with during her girlhood had ever touched her the way Cooper had beenÂ
She didnât have to be told twice, Cooper had barely muttered a âget these offâ while pulling at her pants and she had dropped them down around her ankles. She kicked them off and smiled wide when he put his hands on her again, this time to easily lift her up onto the countertop. Daisy locked her legs around his waist and whimpered softly when he broke away from her, already begging for him again, âCoop, please donât stop yet-â âAw, darlinâ, Iâm not stoppinâ shit.â Cooper cracked a sideways smirk, âNot gonna keep you begginâ, either, even though you sound sooo pretty.â he let her dig her hands between them, watching her eagerly take his belt off in the dark backroom of the storefront. He made short work of pushing his pants down, reaching down to grab her thighs and pull her closer to his front.
Daisy helped him out a little by scooting her hips forward, just barely hanging off the side of the counter. She couldnât help but notice how large his hands were against the flesh of her plump thighs as he grabbed on her, wishing she could see more of him in the dark. She wondered how the years of radiation exposure had affected his dick, but didnât have to spend long on that thought before he had lined himself up and thrust into her. âOh fuck-â As soon as the words slipped out of her mouth in a moan, Cooper had that hand slapped over her mouth again.
âNuh-uh, none of that now, flower. Gonna- fuck- gonna wake up your old man. Donât want that now, do we?â Cooper whispered against the shell of her ear, barely able to hold himself together now that he was inside her and damn-near feral. He smirked as she nodded against him, her eyes still trained on his. âGood girl.â he whispered as he painstakingly pulled out of her to just the tip, only to slide right back in and bottom out with his hips flush against hers.
Daisy whimpered against his hand and reached up to hold it firmly against her mouth, not wanting to risk not being his good girl. (Also not wanting to risk her dad walking in, but to be honest, she wasnât thinking much about him when Cooper was between her thighs.) She couldnât think straight, her mind was completely occupied with himhimhimhimhim. Part of her still felt like this was a dream as she mumbled something against his hand, something along the lines of âdonât hold back.â She figured he could understand her because instead of that painfully slowwww process of teasing her, he started fucking her. And this wasnât like any of the meaningless fucks she had before, this was with a grown man, a man who had been changed by the immense suffering he had been through before he fell into her life. He was fucking her like his life depended on it and she was drunk on every second.Â
Cooper didnât know how long heâd be able to last with her walls gripping him the way she was, with her pretty brown eyes locked on his the entire time. It was much more intimate than he had intended for this to go, he had wanted it to be a good fuck but not one that would leave her wanting more. He had things he needed to do once he left her in the morning, and he hoped that this would be enough to tide her over until he could come back to his Daisy.Â
Unbeknownst to him, sheâd be joining him in his next adventure, whether he wanted her to or not.Â
âFuck, darlinâ, where do you wanâ me to finâsh?â Cooper groaned out softly, digging his scarred fingers into the soft skin of her hips, hard enough to leave bruises to remember him by. His words had started to slur together more than usual with that accent of his. Daisy whimpered as she leaned up to press her lips to his, gripping onto the back of his head to keep him close to her, âTold you I got enough Rad Away to stock a Super Duper Mart, where dâya think I wanted it?â She still had that snippy little attitude to her even after Coop did his best to fuck it out of her (although that hadnât been the primary goal, itâll continue to be his goal as long as he continues to fuck her.)Â
His smirk lit up his face as he bottomed out in her one last time, his hips faltering a bit as he happily pumped her full of his unfruitful seed. He kept his eyes on her face as he watched her- what, third? orgasm take over her. He had lost count after he made her cum the first time with just his fingers. Gentle in his movements this time around, he pulled out of her slowly, taking a second to lean back and watch the cum leak from between her thighs. A satisfied smirk never leaving his face, âWhere do you keep the Rad Away?â
Request: None
A/N: Please enjoy some short smut and possessive!cooper. Nothing important otherwise :)
Tags: Fallout, Cooper Howard, Cooper Howard x F!Reader, Cooper Howard x You, Ghoul x Reader
WARNINGS: Canon-Typical language and violence, attempted SA, P in V sex, Cooper licking blood, 18+ MINORS DNI!
Summary: Cooper doesn't share what's his, and he sure as hell doesn't let anyone take it by force.
Word Count: 2.4k+
(Gif Credit to @victoryrifle)
âKeep walkinâ!âÂ
You stumble over the rusty leg irons binding your feet. The slave trader yapping in your ear proceeds to shove you once again, but you bite your tongue.Â
Nothing could ever just go according to plan.Â
Running low on both Vials and sustenance, youâd led a hacking Cooper into the nearest town. It was desolate, but what town wasnât in this age? You werenât planning on staying long anyway; you just needed to get Cooper somewhere relatively safe and barter with whoever happened to be running the pharmacy that day.
Too bad the entire town was run by Slavers, up to and including the old Mister Handy running its dingy medical outpost. You were sedated and down before the inkling to fight ever came along, left to wake up in a wood cage with your hands and feet bound.Â
You went hoarse from screaming pointlessly at your captors. Your wooden prison was sat carelessly in the open, unbearable heat beating down. The whipping wind ensured that sand found its way into every crevice. There was no doubt your skin was scorched from the sun.
And they left you there, until the sun set and you could hear the roar of a raucous crowd from the town center.Â
Cooper was back there somewhere, probably having hacked up a lung in the empty shell of a house youâd broken into on the outskirts of town. You were careful to board the door back up when you left, and hoped no one had retraced your steps.Â
âI said move! You fuckinâ deaf?â A Slaver grabs you painfully by the ear and yanks. âBeinâ deaf drops your price.â
The other women youâre chained to - in a single file line behind you with very little slack on the chains - cower in fear. You glare at the man and decide headbutting him is the best course of action, knocking your skull into the soft part of his nose.Â
âWish I was so I didnât have to hear you run your mouth.â
The Slaver cracks his most-likely broken nose back into place and smirks. âMaybe Iâll buy you myself. Teach you a damn lesson.â
He turns away then, letting the rest of the guards lead you down a narrow alley between two buildings. Creaky wooden stairs greet you, and you step up them without hesitation. If nothing else, youâd give the Slavers no sense of satisfaction by putting fear on display.Â
The town square has been converted into a makeshift stage and audience area, where tens of people sit, stand and holler as youâre all led on stage. They all hold small signs with numbers, and it doesnât take you long to realize itâs an auction.Â
They start with the woman farthest to your left, yelling out how many caps they deemed her worthy of. It continues down the row until the auctioneer, who you realize had four eyes total on his face, stops in front of you.Â
âMint condition, this one is.â He yells into the crowd and slaps a firm hand onto your shoulder. âHow many caps for her?â
You try to keep up with the people throwing numbers out, but thereâs too many faces and not enough ambient light to see them all. Eventually the auctioneer moves away, and youâre left to stand there. The other women are given the same treatment, until each of them is labeled with a price and effectively sold to the highest bidder.Â
The auctioneer makes an announcement about cap exchange as the crowd is dissipating, but youâre still bound in chains. Your eyes dart around, looking for any unbecoming figures that come towards you. Men meet with the auctioneer one by one, and are slowly allowed to leave with their prizes. The women are a mix of cryers and defiers, some simply accepting their fate with tears in their eyes while others scream and thrash as theyâre dragged off.Â
You look to the auctioneer when itâs only you left, trying to figure out what was going on. One slaver makes his way to you, grabbing at the iron cuffs to unlock them.Â
âNah, man. Leave her cuffed.â
The slaver in front of you grins at the one whoâd spoken. Coincidentally, the same whose nose youâd broken minutes ago. He steps into your field of view, and you realize he wasnât bluffing when he said heâd buy you. Ice-cold terror flows through your veins at the helplessness of being cuffed, but you refuse to show it.
âNasty, huh? Just how I like 'emâ.â
Broken Nose grabs you by the collar and yanks you close enough that you can smell the teeth rotting out of his mouth. âOh, Iâm gonna like it. Thatâs for sure.â
In what is probably a poor choice, you spit in his face. Just like the headbut, it was impulsive and split-second. You donât regret it, but you realize itâs not a great idea. Regardless, you werenât about to go down without a fight.Â
Unfortunately for you, now heâs not worried about damaging goods before a sale. The slaver backhands you, and the force sends you tumbling to the ground. Youâre struggling to your hands and knees, tangled in ridiculously long chains and fumbling with your cuffs. Broken Nose kneels in front of you and grabs you by the neck.Â
âNeed a lesson in manners, huh?â He growls.Â
You take your first good look at him. Heâs probably ten years older than yourself, with yellowing teeth and greasy black hair that hangs in a stringy manner around his face. The bridge of his nose is bruised, yellow and purple all over. Dried blood is still caked around his mouth.Â
âFuck you.âÂ
He finally snaps, and grabs a hold of the chains. Youâre dragged off the stage and pushed into the darkness of the alleyway. One fist latches into your hair, and the other replaces itself around your throat.Â
âWeâll start here.â He shakes you, bringing your face within centimeters of his. âWhen I say something, you fuckinâ listen!âÂ
Youâre on the ground before you know it, and large hands grab at the old leather belt around your waist. You kick and thrash to the best of your ability while bound, screaming like a banshee. The slaver manages to pin you down and crawl over top, one hand fumbling with the zipper of his pants while the other holds your cuffed wrists down. The sound of belts jangling encourages you to fight more, and you thrash upwards. He might be bigger than you, but heâs a sloppy fighter and lets one of your wrists slip free.Â
Without hesitation, you swing the iron cuff and chain as hard as you can into his face.Â
âAgh! Youâre a dead bitch, you know that?â He stumbles to the side, leaning against a building for support and clutching his now-bleeding forehead. His pants hang loose, dirty boxers on display.
Youâre on your back, covered in both your blood and his. Your chest heaves, and you stare down your would-be assaulter.Â
âYâknow, I missed that last exchange.â A familiar drawl echoes from the back of the alley. âYou mind repeatinâ it, boy?â
The Slaver snorts. âYou want some? Go ahead and try. Sheâd be better off in the fuckinâ ground.â
âOh, I donât think Iâd have to try.â Spurs clank down the empty alleyway from behind you, âSomethinâ tells me sheâd come willingly.â
The Ghoul stands firm in his place, hand hovering over his gun like an old western standoff. Your head drops to the ground in relief. The slaver, though, looks more and more irritated by the moment. He glares at the Ghoul whoâs now only a few feet behind you.
âFuckinâ ghoul.â Broken Nose growls, and pulls a pistol. âWhy donât you get lost?â
Cooper takes a few more steps forward, sidestepping your body. The Slaver keeps the gun level with him. ââFraid I canât do that.â
âOh yeah?â The slaver gestures wildly with his pistol. âWhyâs that?â
The Ghoul darts forward like a puma, ducking the shot thatâs fired at him. You see a knife glint in the dim light, and hear it cut through flesh.Â
ââCause nobody touches whatâs mine.â
A flash of heat shoots through you in spite of the circumstances. You watch Broken Nose fall to the ground, barely alive as blood gushes from a gash across his neck. Cooperâs knife drops from his hand, falling to blood-stained dirt. He turns to you slowly.Â
âYou alright?â
Heâs covered in blood, obviously pissed off, and has never been more attractive.Â
âFantastic.â You breathe. The fiery determination and blatant possessiveness on display by the Ghoul shoot bolts of want straight to your cunt.Â
The Ghoul steps over Broken Noseâs legs to get to you. His eyes are dark, but do a once over to check you for injuries.Â
âHe touch you?â Cooperâs drawl is thick. So much so that it almost twists his words into a snarl.Â
You push yourself to sit up. âNot anywhere delicate.â
Cooper hums and uses your chains to pull you up. Your legs are sore from kicking, and arms raw from the cuffs. âWhatta âbout this?â
You look down as he reaches to you and fiddles with the unfastened belt. His hands linger at the button of your jeans, tugging at the fabric.Â
âOh, he tried.â You shiver as Cooperâs fingers dance over the skin of your stomach. âBut I wouldnât let him.â
His leather gloves fist into your shirt and yank you close. You trip over the chains and fall into his chest.Â
âDamn right.â His breath washes over your ear. âNobody touches you like that but me.â
Youâd be lying if you said wetness didnât gather between your legs faster than a speeding bullet. Cooperâs eyes jotted town towards your dangling belt once more before he used your bounds to spin you back against the wall. One of his knees jammed between your thighs, and his hands landed heavily on either side of your head.Â
You wet your lips as he hovers mere centimeters away. The Ghoulâs eyes are transfixed on your chest and stomach, where your white tank top is bared and covered in red stains. He lowers a hand to brush up your stomach, between your breasts and through rivulets of crimson. Itâs immediately stuck into his mouth, and you moan shakily as his tongue darts out to taste your attackerâs blood.Â
Cooper turns his head and spits. âSlavers always taste foul.âÂ
You readjust yourself on his knee to send pleasant waves of heat to your core. âCooper Howard?â
He looks down at you, hat brim drawn low on his brow and desire burning bright in his eyes. Thereâs a bulge visible just below his belt that makes you salivate.Â
âWhat could you possibly want, darlinâ?â His marred face leans in close, lips brushing your ears. Teeth nip at your earlobe, âCouldnât be to fuck right here in the open where you was attacked by some other fella, now is it?â
Now, you know that sentence should give you pause.Â
However, this world is fucked beyond belief.Â
You whimper out your answer, and the Ghoul continues his steady ministrations down your neck and in that sensitive spot behind your ear. With your hands bound, you canât do much more than tangle your fingers in his shirt and hold.Â
When he resurfaces, your neck is wet with saliva and sweat.
âIâll take care of you, babydoll.â He purrs. âRight here, right now. You just gotta do one thing for me.â
You fist your hand in his shirt, but are surprised to find the cuffs slipping away after he fumbles with them for a moment. A quick glance shows him pocketing a key, but youâre too worked up to focus on one thing for too long.Â
âWhat do I gotta do?â
You really donât mean to sound so desperate, but something about Cooper always has you heated and dripping as soon as he initiates anything intimate.Â
âJust tell me.â He grunts as you tug at his belt with newly freed hands. âWho do you belong to?â
Oh, youâre fucked.
âYou. Fuck, I belong to you.â You gasp as you free him from his pants. âI want you to use me to get off.â
A scarred hand wraps tight around your neck and forces your head upwards. âDamn straight.â
It takes no time to yank your pants low enough for him to enter you. Youâve flipped so your front side is pinned to the building, legs spread. Cooper takes long, slow thrusts at first before picking up the pace. Large, strong hands hold your hips steady. You brace yourself with your hands, moaning in time with his thrusts. Heâs stable throughout, only growling pet names into your ear when you let out a whine. The Ghoul begins to stagger when heâs close, and itâs not long before you feel his release coating your walls and dripping out onto the dirt.Â
You donât realize how unstable and sore your legs are until heâs sliding out of you, filthy noises following. His cock pulses against your swollen slit before you fully collapse.Â
âEasy now.â Cooper catches you, one hand attempting to fasten himself back into his jeans, âSeems that we gotta go back to camp, huh?â
Your mind is alight with want for him, and you whine in his absence. âCoop, please.â
âOh no need to beg, sugar.â He fixes your pants as well, âI plan on taking good care of you when we get there.â
Back at camp, he fulfills his promise and more.Â
You beg and plead for your release, and itâs granted with enthusiasm.Â
And after itâs done, you both ache for sleep, to rest sore muscles and heal new bruises. Some from fights, and others from passion. A blanket of stars coerces you to shut your eyes, and youâre helpless to resist. This night could have ended much differently - namely, with a bullet in your head- so you think about how grateful you are to have the legendary Ghoul at your side, protecting you on your shared journey for the truth. Willing to fight through his own suffering and dependencies to keep you safe in spite of his rocky exterior.Â
You like to think heâs a big teddy bear, but you didnât dare put it out into the world while in his vicinity.
The thoughts are fleeting, and you fall into oblivion while tucked into the side of vengeance itself. Itâs a place many others, even in this hellscape of a Wasteland, wouldnât dare to get near.Â
ur user really makes me think about the idea that Coop really likes teasing you for finding him hot. Mumbling in your ear " you fuck all ghouls or just me, sweetheart?" or reaally liking when he makes you gasp "ghoul" when you cum on his dick. Something about corruption kinks, that he loves the idea of turning someone into a proper wastelander
i- đď¸đđď¸ i have never felt so called out in my goddamn life
... especially if at first you used to recoil from him, did your best not to touch him, etc. and maybe - just maybe - he taunted and teased you for months, a slow seduction if you will. using his charm to butter you up, get you comfortable.
eventually your breath started to catch when he crowded close, a smirk tugging at his lips while you, wide-eyed, waited to see what he'd do only to be disappointed as he backed off. then you started trying to sneak little brushes of his bare hands when he wasn't wearing gloves.
he kept pressing the boundaries, testing - and breaking - your limits. until finally you can't take it anymore, crumbling under the sexual tension that's been building for weeks - months.
you don't recoil from him anymore, in fact, you lean into him, mouth hungry and hands greedy, plastering yourself against him as much as possible; scrambling into his lap and trying to grind on his dick as you seek out his lips.
only he keeps his hands to himself, chuckles at how cute you look all desperate and teary-eyed. lets you sit with that rejection until you quietly ask if he doesn't want you, if you read the signs wrong.
lets the silence drag out before reaching up to cup your cheek and brush his scarred thumb over your lips, tracking the flutter of your lashes, the needy pucker of your mouth as you lean into the touch, tongue flicking across the pad of his fingertip.
"well now, isn't this interestin'. you damn near yacked the first time i touched you, and now you can't get enough. so which is it? i'm gettin' all kinds of confused."
"i - i," your hands bite into the meat of his shoulders, "oh god, please, just - just do something, anything! i can't take it anymore."
"what would the vaulties think of you now, huh? pantin' like a bitch in heat for a ghoul." his dark eyes glint in the low light of the campfire, hellfire dancing in their depths as he tsks. "you really want my dick so bad you'd let me do whatever i wanted, wouldn't you, sweetheart?"
a filthy rush of shame-lust-arousal blooms to life behind your navel; a hook that sinks deep and tugs so hard your thighs clench around his hips. your nails drag over the ragged cloth of his jacket as you squirm, eyes flicking off to the side.
"uh huh," he says, tapping your cheek firmly. "none of that. you look me in the face and you answer me - i ain't askin' twice."
tears cling to your lashes when you turn back, your lower lip pulled tight between your teeth. tremors work their way through your shoulders, down your arms, ending in the jittery caress of your fingers along his neck.
"i want..." you swallow, tongue glued to the roof of your mouth as your throat clicks against itself. "i want y-your dick."
a roguish grin slices across his face, all teeth as he says, "you better work for it then, darlin'. gotta show me you deserve it first."
Coop would draw out that feeling of shame for being attracted to him so hard too, making you hold eye contact when he was on top of you OR BETTER YET; you not realizing the room you're in has a broken mirror until his tilts your head up to lock eyes with your own. "You just keep lookin there, darling. And I'll do the rest." Him stopping his hips if your eyes close for even second. "I believe we had a deal. Now you watch yourself get fucked, I want you to know who's making you sing like that."
Him pulling out and finishing on your thighs and not letting you cum bc you couldn't help but close your eyes and hes gotta punish you somehow đđđ
okayyyy but jfc that's 𼾠you are SO right & you should say it
Like, him purposefully thrusting in hard and fast to make your lashes flutter, grinding close and hitting all those tender sweet spots that make your eyes roll into the back of your head because he wants you to fail.
wants to see how far he can push you and how long you can hold out while also knowing its impossible when he rocks juuuust right, drags the fat head of his cock along your g-spot until your hips buck and your thighs tremble.
holds you down and makes you take it while mocking you, gripping your jaw to keep your attention focused on the mirror above you, maybe shoves his fingers inside your mouth just to see you gag and drool.
"so fuckin' messy," he'd grunt. "see, now don' you look prettier than a picture? hanging off my cock, dumb 'n droolin'."
you'd beg and plead for him to stop, to slow down, to stop doing that because he knows you can't take it - it's too much! you can't be good and do what he says when he's fucking you like this; stuffing your mouth full while his cock thrusts so deep you feel him in your stomach, mean fingers pinching at your clit until you whine, pawing at his shoulders.
and every time you look away he does more than pause, he pulls out - slaps the heavy weight of his erection against your abused pussy until you throb, all swollen and needy. drags the head up and down your slit until you're crying, blurry eyes struggling to stay open and on your mirrored image.
when he fucks back in after teasing, it's nice and slow, making sure you feel every inch he feeds you until he's sheathed to the hilt, your walls rippling around his shaft, clamping down so hard he swears.
then the hard, fast pace starts again, your body jerking with every harsh thrust. over and over again (man has stamina) until you're cock drunk, mouth slack and mind hazy after hours of edging. and when you finally cum with a wet gush and shaking hands, he tsks and ruins your orgasm by pulling out before you're finished.
you'll whine, struggling to get your limbs to cooperate as you try to cling to him. he'll bat you away and wait til you refocus on him - the hard glint of his eyes and the cruel smirk tugging at his mouth. swallowing hard when he takes his cock in hand, glistening with your slick.
he'd jerk himself off while you watch before cumming with a grunt, shooting his spend all over your skin. then the real punishment begins... one ruined orgasm for every time you looked away, every time you shut your eyes. by the end of it you'd be a soaked, overstimulated mess - body wrung to its limits and nerves shot, knees weak and head full of cotton.
I was watching the embers in the fire die, and the thought just came, out loud. The Ghoul chewed an unknown meat off the stick heâd skewered it on, not looking up to dignify my statement with even so much as a grunt. Maybe not then, I thought sadly. Maybe all the men like Cooper had died when the bombs dropped. I certainly hadnât met a man like him since weâd said goodbye to each other at that party. Still, I continued. Â
âHe was a lot friendlier than you â though I suppose actors are predisposed to high levels of charisma.â I smiled to myself from behind the handkerchief covering my face, thinking of how simple the past now seemed in comparison to the present. Â
âActor?â It was first word Iâd heard him speak since he told me to put out the fire that had cooked our dinner and it brought me from my daydream of my old life. Â
âYeah, actor. One of the good ones, most of the time anyway.â I chuckled to myself, remembering the tantrums he used to have on set if something wasnât entirely accurate. Â
âHow would you have known an actor?â Â
âWell, if you must know, I was-â  Â
I was cut off by a knife flying past my face and narrowly missing my eye, and then there was a body on top of mine, all flailing limbs and trying to stab me, grabbing a hold of my neck and head to hold me down. I grabbed the pocket knife hidden in my coat and wound my attacker, before rolling the both of us over and pushing his face into the dying ashes. Their screams echoed out against the darkness of the wasteland, and I heard several gunshots. I took my pistol from my belt and shot whoever had tried to jump me in the back of his skull, letting him fall limply beside me. Â
I look up through the dying light to see the Ghoul surveying our surroundings, before looking down at me and I realised with horror I didnât have the handkerchief covering my face anymore. Â
âWell, well, well. If it isnât Rosie Ryder,â he let out an audible laugh, âWhat are you doinâ out in the Wasteland?â Â
My face went bright red, and I huffed. Â
âEven after the apocalypse, people still just know me as the girl who played the hooker that got her titties out for Cooper Howard,â I rolled my eyes and sighed, âIâve done other movies, you know.â Â
âYeah, you were great in Under the Covers,â he chuckled again, âalthough for you that film must have mostly been about shooting all that kissinâ you did to the poor bloke. I bet his lips were chapped at the end of every day!â Â
âYou a fan of Cooper Howard?â I asked, looking him up and down, âthis get-up of yours seems pretty inspired by his work.â Â
âYou could say that, Little Miss Ryder.â Â
I laughed bitterly and gestured down at the three bodies around us. Â
âWe should probably find somewhere else to sleep tonight, in case anyone heard the gunshots.â Â
I checked the pockets of the bodies but couldnât find anything other than a couple of caps and a gun with some ammo still left in it. Â
âNo chems?â he asked, and I shook my head. Â
âNo chems.â Â
***Â
As we continued in our direction, the Ghoul became more talkative. Â
âSo, if you were Little Miss Rosie Ryder, you must be at least two hundred and something years old,â he began, âSo how are you here right now?âÂ
I shrugged. Â
âItâs a long, long story. We donât got that much time, Ghoulie.â Â
Eventually we came across a shabby-looking shack that looked just about safe enough for the night and might potentially keep us safe from any radstorm that might decide to descend onto us. And maybe from any raiders, too. Â
The Ghoul went in first, checking the inside whilst I set a bear trap up in front of the door, before following him inside. It seemed as if someone might have been living here for a bit â there was a sofa and a little table, as well as a small counter with what looked like to be a broken-down hob. No signs of life anymore, though. Everything had a thick layer of dust coating it, and any essentials seem to have been hastily removed when the last occupier had left.Â
âThe walls seem pretty sturdy and the roofâs secure,â he said, âdid you put a bear trap outside the door?â Â
âYeah, donât wanna take the risk we did earlier.â I sighed. âStill, canât help but think weâre still sitting ducks if someone breaks in. Weâre not exactly in the safest area â I know at least two Raider groups who have bases nearby.âÂ
âTheyâll break in and come face to face with my pistol aimed at their skulls, sweetheart.â Â
âOh, Iâm âsweetheartâ now, am I? Now that you know what I look like under all these clothes?â Â
The Ghoul stepped closer to me, the shadow of his hat towering over me. Â
âMaybe I jusâ appreciate those actinâ skills of yours,â he murmured, âon top of that fine figure.â He stepped back from me and sat down on the sofa, slouching. Â
âIâll take first watch, Little Miss Rosie. Iâll wake you in a few hours and when the light comes, weâll continue, and you can tell me that long, long story of yours.â Â
***Â
Susie Wellington was coiffuring my hair for my first scene, as I sat tugging on my cotton skirt trying to psyche myself up for the scene ahead. Weâd rehearsed it a bunch of times in table reads but this was the real thing â closed set and all. Â
âSusie, I think the leading ladyâs hairâs done up enough for now,â came a voice from the corner, âand you should be making your way back to the dressing rooms. Iâm sure Little Miss Rosie Ryder here doesnât want another cast member staring at her tits.â Â
I looked up in relief as Cooper appeared beside us, cigarette in hand. Susie didnât look to happy about having to leave her creation as it was, but only pursed her lips and bid me goodbye. Â
âYou excited for your first scene, Little Miss Rosie?â he asked, and I felt a strange sense of deja vu come over me at his words. I ignored it and put a shaky smile on my face. Â
âIâm excited to get the nudity outta the way, thatâs all Iâm gonna say!â I giggled a bit, and he laughed alongside me. Â
âWell, thereâll be a barrier in place of everythinâ and that dress of yours ainât cominâ off completely. Gotta keep them perverts on their toes.â He winked at me, and I tried to keep the smile on my face, but under it all, I felt as if this was very dangerous. Â
As he kissed me softly in front of the cameras and rolled his eyes playfully as the director asked him to push my dress up to show more of my skin, I felt something lurking in the shadows. Once this was shot, there was no going back and for some reason, I felt completely doomed. Â
***Â
I woke up with a start, flinging my body forward. From the sofa, the Ghoul shushed me, holding a gloved finger over my mouth. Â
I could hear something outside, and I assumed that was what woke me up. It was a strange sound, of someone dragging their feet through the dirt and the mud. We sat there in silence for a full half an hour, until the dragging sound moved away from the hut and back out into the darkness. Â
âYou mind takinâ the next watch, Sweetheart?â he said, âI need to get a couple hours kip in before we set off tomorrow.â Â
âSure,â I say tentatively, pulling out my pistol. âIâm glad you finally trust me.â Â
âWell, Iâm a huge fan.â He laid heavy emphasis on the âhugeâ, winking at me through the dusk light. I rolled my eyes, but inside I felt a little proud for some stupid goddamn reason. Â
Back when I started acting, I didnât think Iâd have any living fans â never mind a half-dead irradiated man from 200 years in the future. Is he half-dead? Itâd never been explained to me at the brothel â Iâd just done my service and taken the RadAway. None of the others had ever stuck around to tell me their life story. Â
We switched places, I sat myself down on the sofa and the Ghoul lay down on the bedroll on the floor. Â
âDamn, this shit is fuckinâ uncomfortable.â I heard him say, and I let out a laugh under my bed. Â
âI didnât complain,â I whispered, and he made a grunting noise. I wasnât sure if it was meant to be an insult or not, but I just chuckled quietly and pulled out my pistol, aimed at the door ready for anyone who tried to force their way through. Â
The sun rose quickly after that, and by the light of the sky, I was able to get a better look at the Ghoulâs sleeping face. There was something so familiar about him, but I couldnât quite put my finger on it. I decided it was the cowboy look â it reminded me of the niche Iâd almost fallen into after my three-month contract with Cooperâs team. The audience had loved our chemistry on screen in The Man from Deadhorse, and the studios knew theyâd get a lot more money if we came as a package deal â so we shot Under the Covers, City of Starlight and Valley of the Gun together. It took me back to the last film Iâd shot, the one I hadnât finished shooting. Â
I looked down at my clothes â the same clothes Iâd been wearing 200 years ago on set. The âWestern Hookerâ dress, of which there had originally been five different versions. The hat, which Iâd stolen from my co-worker as a joke, but had still been on my head when weâd been told to start running. For a moment, I could still smell the food that theyâd made us on set. I could still smell the horse manure, and the flashing of lights. Â
I looked back at the Ghoul, awake now, and almost came to a realisation.
look all im saying is norm needs a giant romantic interest. a huge wasteland wife. a super mutant husband. i need to see norm crushed. absolutely obliterated. if amazon knows what's good for them they'll give us the size difference pairing of our dreams. you can't show me a man that small and vulnerable and just expect me not to want to see him carried bridal style. give the people what they want!!
one reason that I know I'm really down bad for my new ghoul beloved is that I am now considering things which are introspective about the character and how he engages with his surroundings instead of just showcasing the various ways I want him to destroy my various holes (including the very secret fourth one). lost cause tbh. get me to fuck.
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