Summary: Managing to escape the vaults on the day of your wedding you meet a particular Ghoul who is also looking for your sister Lucy.
Pairing: The Ghoul / Cooper Hoffman x fem reader
Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, kinda non-con, cheating, kidnapping, the Ghoul does refer to himself as Daddy at one point
Word Count: 1.7k
A/N: Not my best work but I've been in love with the Ghoul since season 1 so hope this is ok! Happy to do more Fallout series fics so any request/suggestions let me know :)
You can’t believe it. You’ve made it. Of course, “it” being the wasteland, completely covered in desert sand, decaying bodies and god knows what else. But somewhere out there is your sister Lucy who’s looking for your father and boy are you determined to find her.
Preferably you would’ve entered the surface in more appropriate attire, wearing a wedding dress two sizes too small and previously worn by your sister wasn’t the most thought-out idea but hey you had one opportunity to get out of vault 33 and you took it even if it meant leaving your soon-to-be husband at the altar. Aw well, I guess you’ll stay a virgin another day.
Your white high heeled wedding shoes pinched your feet as you made your way through the sand. The thought of walking barefoot in the dirty sand disgusted you but the shoes weren’t giving you much coverage either.
In the distance you spot a dark figure wearing a cowboy hat and a dog walking by his side.
“Hello! Hello! Excuse me sir!” you yell attempting to catch up to him. The figure turns to face you and as you get nearer you notice his features...or lack thereof.
“Excuse me sir I’m looking for my sister she’s-”
“Now why do I get the irritating feelin’ that you're some relation to Lucy McClean?” the Ghoul wonders aloud. You gasped beaming with delight.
“Yes! She’s my sister! Do you know her? How did you know-”
“You both have that same dumb smile,” the Ghoul stated almost annoyed. Your smile dropped. As children you and Lucy were inseparable and comparisons were often drawn between the two of you, taking after your mother of course.
“I’m looking for her,” you stated.
“As am I,” the Ghoul began to look you up and down. You shifted uncomfortably.
“And why exactly is a pretty little bride searching all alone in the wasteland then huh?” the Ghoul continued.
“Be-because I’m the only person that knows my sister better than anyone and uh it just so happened that the only day I could escape the vault was in fact the day of my wedding,” you admit.
The Ghoul smirks at this statement, “Well then pretty lady, it must be my lucky day because you’re gonna help me find your sister. But see your sister has been causin’ me some trouble lately so I will be needing some...payment from you in return for her disobedience.”
The Ghoul makes his way closer to you.
You frown in confusion, “Like wha-”
He grabs your wrists and ties them together tightly with rope.
“Now pretty lady, I don’ know if I can trust you just yet so this is only a precaution until I know you’ll do what you’re told. God knows your sister doesn’t.”
You struggle against the restraints. The Ghoul takes you by your waist and slings you over his shoulder. Your veil just barely holding on.
“Hey! What the heck!” you yell. The Ghoul slaps your ass.
“Firstly, we’ll have to consummate that marriage of yours little lady,” the Ghoul laughs walking towards an abandoned town in the distance.
-
The Ghoul sits you down on an old dusty table in an abandoned house with no windows nor doors and not much walls either. He places his hat to the side. You blow a strand of hair out of your face.
“Listen sir, whatever it is my sister has done-” you began. The Ghoul places a knee between your thighs pushing them open so that he can stand between them.
“You can call me Coop sweetheart.”
“Coop.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“I’m sure there’s a more rational solution to whatever it is my sister has done. But taking advantage of a bride on her wedding day is-”
Coop presses himself against your crotch. “Oh, it’s your wedding day, is it?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I think it’s only right little lady that we bless this union and consummate your marriage. Since of course your poor husband can't be here.” Coop leans in and presses himself harder onto you. A wet spot grows in your lacy wedding lingerie.
“But my husband-”
“He don’t have to know.” Coop's gloved hand moves up your thigh. He slips two fingers into your panties. The sensation of the leather glove causes a shiver to run down your spine.
Oh, fudge it. Your “husband” wasn’t the best looking and hey, you’ll probably die out here in the wasteland anyway.
Coop begins rubbing tight little circles around your clit. You gasped, whimpering as he applies more pressure and faster circles.
“Oh, you’re a good girl alright but, like your sister you talk too damn much.” Cooper removes his hand from your panties causing you to whimper at the loss of touch. The Ghoul licks your wetness from his gloves before taking it off and shoving it in your mouth. You moan in protest.
He leans down. His mouth by your ear.
“You know, it’s been quite some time since I’ve done any of this. I just hope I ain’t too rusty,” he growls before licking the shell of your ear. You cringe and move your head away at the feeling causing Cooper to let out a laugh.
“Now let’s see what we’re working with.” Cooper gets on his knees his face inches away from your soaking wet pussy. He licks his way up either side of your inner thigh before taking your “something blue” garter off with his teeth.
“Too bad your husband wasn’t the one to do that.” He sling-shots the garter off to the side. “Or this.”
Cooper pulls your lacy panties off before using his thumb to part your slit. Your pussy juice glistening in the light.
“You know there are a lot of ugly things out there in the wasteland but that right there sweetheart-" flattening his tongue he licks from your hole to your clit. "-is one pretty pink pussy.”
Cooper attacks your clit with his tongue lapping it up like a dog who hasn’t had water for days. You spat out the glove moaning louder than you thought humanly possible. Coop forces your legs to stay open with his hands digging into your inner thighs keeping them from closing in on his head.
“God sweetheart you taste incredible,” Coop breathed continuing to lick your most sensitive area. Sure, it’s been a while since Cooper Hoffman had seen any action, but he sure had a talented tongue and knew what to do with it.
You assumed you’d died and gone to heaven. Of course you weren’t a complete virgin, but messing around with cousins definitely didn’t involve pleasure on your end.
As you came you saw genuine stars. Unable to comprehend all that came from your mouth was complete and utter gibberish.
Satisfied with himself and grinning from ear to ear, Cooper stood up, mouth glistening with your arousal.
“Now that the lady is prepared, it’s time for you and I to go for a ride.” Cooper grabbed his hat placing it back on his head. He crashes his lips into yours. His lips chapped and dry but god they taste good. Lips and tongues clashed together as Coop slowly lowered you onto the table so that you lay flat on the table with your legs dangling on the edge.
Coop gave one last lick of your lips before reaching into his trousers and taking his cock out. He pumped himself a few times lining up with your entrance eager to let him in.
“You do me a favour darlin’?” Coop asked, only his tip inside you. You nodded.
“When I fuck this tight little cunt of yours, I want you to scream real loud for me.”
And loud you were. As Coop stretched you your groan echoed throughout the empty house. He gives you a brief moment to adjust.
“God I forgot how good fuckin’ a tight pussy is,” Coop groaned before quite literally fucking you into the table. His thrusts were fast and deep, allowing you to feel every last inch of him stretching and fucking you.
“Oh Coop,” you moaned eyes rolling back. You struggle against your restraints wanting nothing more than to dig your nails into his back. Cooper takes your right leg placing your high heeled foot on his shoulder allowing him to get even deeper.
Cooper laughed, “I bet your husband is one jealous motherfucker.”
His breathing and groans become erratic as he reaches closer to the edge.
“Please Cooper!” you beg, feeling pleasure like you’ve never felt before.
“Oh yes darlin’ you better beg for Daddy's cum,” Cooper grunts, his thrusts getting faster.
“Oh please! Please! I need oh-”
The Ghoul fills you up with a loud groan before gently placing your legs down.
Breathless you sit yourself back up on the table.
“I don’t think my Dad will be very happy that I lost my virginity to a ghoul,” you state attempting to wipe the sweat off your brow with your tied up arms.
“I hope he ain’t. He may have been involved in fucking up the world, but god does his daughter have a good pussy,” Cooper replies untying you.
“Now, let’s find that sister of yours.”
-
Lucy’s eyes flicker open. A needle and tube attached to her arm. She winces at the sun in her eyes and pulls the tube from her arm.
“Lucy?” You’re sitting by her side still in your white dress.
“Oh my God! It’s you! How did you-is that a wedding dress? Did you get married without-” Lucy gushed but you cut her off with a hug.
Sitting only a few feet away in a lawn chair the Ghoul rolls his eyes.
“I missed you,” you whispered. You smile at each other.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” Lucy whispered tucking hair behind your ear, grinning like a mad man.
“I know...you wouldn’t happen to have any spare underwear by any chance, would you?” you ask attempting to be casual.
“What happened to your underwear?” Lucy questioned with a frown, confused.
“Yeah sweetheart, what happened to your little panties,” Cooper spoke, a shit eating grin on his face.
Lucy looked back to you still confused waiting for an answer.
going through a Fallout phase and I jumped back into fo4 recently and I can’t get over how fucking funny it is when you realise that after Sole Survivor helps Preston and gang, Preston thanks Sole Survivor by giving them a bunch of caps. Assuming you do the Concord mission immediately after finding Codsworth, your character has no idea that the common currency of 2287 is bottle caps. So, in your characters eyes Preston thanks you by giving you a shit ton of garbage. Sole Survivor is just like “you know what? Sure. Whatever. This is the most normal thing I’ve seen today”
Hi! Could you do some pngs with like,, a zombie apocalypse/fallout sort of vibe, please? Not necessarily zombies specifically- but things that could fit into that sort of theme? ^^;
