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Dec 22, 2025

Mine (The Ghoul/Cooper Howard Smut)

Smut with plot PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU'RE A MINOR!

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Warnings- Loss of virginity, rough sex, fingering, p in v, creampie, biting, light degrading, mention of self harm, claiming, mild sub/dom dynamics

Word count - 4604

Summery- Immortal and disfigured as a result of surviving a vault, you become the monster society expects you to be. But in a constant battle to survive the wasteland, you form a strange relationship with the fierce cowboy Ghoul along the way.

Escaping a vault was no easy feat, but you’d take the hell of the wasteland any day over the torture they subjected you to in that vault. Your resilience was tested those first few weeks in the blistering heat of the desert, starvation and dehydration set in quickly and as much as you hated to admit it, all the tests and experiments you suffered in your vault was quite possibly the only reason you survived for so long.

Wastelanders couldn’t believe you were a vault dweller at first. They had some unrealistic notion that all vaulties were living the life of luxury below the surface - that is until you showed up in Filly covered head to toe in scars of various shapes and sizes with a vicious gleam in your eye. Their perception of vaults and their occupants changed once word got around that the Vaultie who couldn’t feel pain arrived in town, and word travelled fast round Filly.

Soon enough you became the town freak, allowing people to add to your scar collection in exchange for caps. “Can you make her flinch!?” The sign was painted in your own blood to draw in sadistic wastelanders. No one was able to of course, no matter how hard they tried, your regenerative abilities and incredible pain tolerance meant you could withstand almost anything. It was humiliating, but with nothing else to offer it was all you could do to survive.

Eventually, you earned enough caps for decent leather armour and a couple of weapons. You didn’t really have much of a plan by that point so you just wandered, picking up odd jobs from various settlements and scavenging junk until eventually you became pretty handy with a gun.

After a few years your reputation as the “vaultie who couldn’t feel pain” became a thing of the past, along with the faded memories of that cursed vault and the experiments you had endured.

You picked up bounties at first, but the hassle of keeping someone alive was tiring so you turned to assassinations. Your chosen occupation certainly brought in the caps which made your life easier, but you were undeniably lonely. Finding solace in the Ghoul communities, you figured they understood what it was like to be looked at with wary eyes and leave strangers too frightened to approach. It was one such place where you first met The Ghoul. He had been tracking a bounty down which led him to one of your favourite bars, unfortunately his target happened to own the place which resulted in a pretty hefty fight. One ghoul up against a bar full of territorial patrons didn’t seem like fair odds to you. In all honesty you thought he was an idiot with a death wish until you witnessed for yourself just how good he was. He was far more skilled than you but your regenerative abilities tested him, and he only had so much ammo. You still claim he cheated when he whipped your ankles with that damned lasso and tied you to the bar. But you knew you were a challenge for him because he never untied you, knowing you were too much of a risk to let loose, so you’ve been learning to wield that lasso of his ever since. Trying but failing miserably. You often wondered why he didn’t just put a bullet between your eyes, you're not even sure if that would have killed you, or if you can be killed at all, but since that day he’d certainly tried to find out.

It became a game of sorts for you both. When caps got low and contracts ran dry you would turn to a bounty board, often sabotaging his bounties or just being a general menace to him. At first you claimed it was revenge that drove you to get in his way after he destroyed your favourite place to unwind, but after some time you just continued doing it for fun. You figured he hated you at first as you had more than a few close calls with his bullets ghosting past your face and neck when he shot at you. But he soon warmed up to the game as you chased each other down in a flurry of bullets or sent subtle distractions at each other in crowded markets, all to reach the bounty target first. It was an unwritten rule you had, whoever reached the target first won the game, and although you had never spoken to one another a strange relationship blossomed between you as you began to watch over each other. Sometimes, when you were on a job you’d catch a glimpse of his silhouette in the distance and stumble upon the bodies he left in his wake, never too far from your camps, and in return for his protection from afar you would “accidentally” leave behind various chems and made sure to keep an eye out for those yellow vials of anti feral fluid to leave for him.

This strange relationship you had continued for months before you finally crossed paths in a hotel bar. You had never been to this particular town before, it was always a bit too lively for your taste - too many unsavoury folk passed through, from raiders to perfectly dishonest scammers. It was difficult to let your guard down when a bullet could penetrate your flesh at any moment from anywhere. Not that it mattered much to you, but you spent far too much time washing your own blood off yourself as it is, you were one step away from committing to wearing red permanently to avoid cleaning the stains constantly.

The bar was rowdy, it was barely nightfall and it was already too crowded for your liking, raiders and common drunks were so far gone they didn’t care how close they got to the disfigured girl anymore. It was a stark contrast to the way they would treat you if they were sober and in the light of day.

You barged through the crowd to reach the bar, scowl clear on your face. Should have just camped out again you thought, fingers tapping impatiently against the sticky wooden top of the bar.

You had contemplated just getting a room and calling it a night until a tall brown bottle slid your way. The Mr Handy bar tender told you it was sent to you by the Ghoul in the corner booth and sure enough there he was, tucked away in the dullest corner . The cowboy silhouette tipped his hat to you, lifting his bottle in a friendly greeting which you returned before making your way over to him.

“Not planning on shooting up this bar too are ya, cowboy?” you asked with a cheeky grin, recalling the day you met. He smirked in response to your playful remark.

“Not today, Darlin” he shuffled across the leather chair to make room for you.

“Oh so it’s only the decent bars you destroy?” you smirked, sinking into the couch beside him, stretching a dusty leather boot across the table with a sigh.

He chuckled “Not enough ghouls here for your liking?”

“Just too many assholes here” You took a big gulp of the mysterious alcohol, immediately regretting it when the liquid assaulted your throat “the fuck is this stuff!?” you spluttered, scowling at the bottle, searching for a label or some hint as to what it was, The Cowboy smirked, watching you grimace at the foul liquid.

“That’s the good shit, Sweetheart! Couple more swigs and you’ll see” he took a big gulp of his own drink before turning his attention back to the crowd of raiders who were beginning to get a little too rowdy. You followed his gaze, glowering at the commotion unfolding.

“Savages, the lot of them” your tone was laced with venom as you took another mouthful, spluttering again. The ghoul only sighed in amusement

“Put ya claws away, sweetheart and enjoy the show” you glared at him but leaned back in the leather seat regardless in an attempt to relax a bit. He was right of course. You never allowed time to just watch the world go by, your guard was up at all times and it was wearing you down. You inhaled deeply reaching your arms above your head, allowing your shoulders and spine to finally stretch and loosen the stiffness that had bothered you for days.

“Atta girl” he purred

That tone, that tipsy gaze that held no shame as he watched your toned body contort stirred something within you, something new and exciting. No man had ever checked you out before, you weren’t sure how to respond but you knew you liked the attention from him.

“Behave” you playfully kicked him from across the table, preparing for another excruciating gulp of mystery fluid.

He was right about the drink, you warmed up to it quicker than you had expected, becoming numb to its foul taste as you watched the raiders throw each other across the bar in a frenzy. It didn’t take long for a bar fight to break out, drunk patrons launched bottles and each other across the bar.

So much for a quiet night in you thought turning to look at the Ghoul. Everything started to feel fuzzy, whatever was in that drink was acting fast might as well make the most of it.

“Betcha I could take more of them out than you” you challenged with a devious grin which he returned.

“Alright, Darlin, most kills get that lovely lasso there” He gestured to his weapon wrapped neatly around your belt. You watched his eyes flick up your body and back to your face, feeling your heart flutter in your chest.

You blinked a few times before refocusing “Okay but no guns, I ain’t wasting my ammo on these fools” He thought for a moment before holding out a hand, shooting a sideways grin at you.

“Got yourself a deal, sweetheart”

You hesitated to take his hand at first but after a moment you gently shook it before snatching it away, embarrassed by your scars. No one in their right mind had ignored your disfigurement like he did, did it not bother him? Or was he just pretending to try and make you feel normal? He didn’t allow time for questions as he stood from the dingy booth, stretching his arms out before unsheathing his hunting knife and diving into the frenzy. You followed suit, whipping your own knives from your thigh holsters and slashing your way through the sea of drunken raiders and unsavoury folk.

The mysterious alcohol made you sloppy, more carefree and a little tingly. But despite the slight blur in your vision, it didn't take long for yourself, the ghoul and the bar to be drenched in blood. Few managed to escape the madness, many foolishly thought in their drunken state they could take on two strangers, they now lay in pools of their own blood with you and the Ghoul panting heavily over them.

“21” You announced your kill count proudly, stumbling over the bodies to reach the bar where a Mr Handy obediently waited to serve drinks.

The ghoul smirked, leaning across the splintered bar top “22” you could hear the cockiness in his tone as you ordered another drink.

“Fuck off!” You glared at him as he reached for his lasso, you followed his eyes as they wandered over your body- slowly this time, with purpose. You blushed but allowed him to tug you towards him by your belt. His smug grin widened upon seeing your flustered reaction, fingers lingering teasingly in your belt loops. You glanced around wildly having no idea what was happening, you felt your cheeks heat up and you avoided his gaze as he tugged your belt loops firmly, testing your reaction. He was amused at the blush creeping up your scarred chest, keeping your hips firmly pressed against him. Normally you would never allow this type of behaviour, normally you would convince yourself you were far too unappealing to be desired but The Ghoul was different, he treated you as an equal and you felt so normal around him. Maybe it was the drink but he didn't seem to even see the scars, or if he did they didn't bother him.

“You know it just unclips, right?” you mustered up enough courage to regain your voice, meek as it sounded. You mentally scolded yourself for sounding so pathetic in front of him.

“Oh I know, sweetheart, just enjoying the show” he teased. You cast him a questioning look and he glanced down at your chest with a feline grin. Following his gaze you gasped as your hardened nipples poked through the fabric of your blood stained tank top.

He laughed as you squeaked in embarrassment, shoving him away to cover your perky breasts with the flannel shirt tied around your waist.

“Have I looked like that the entire time!?” you shrieked, your tone uncharacteristically high.

“Only when you were close to me… S’almost as if I make you feel a certain type of way” he raised an amused brow, dropping the hint but you were too humiliated and inexperienced to pick up on it.

“Don't be stupid, my body is just broken, I can’t feel stuff like that” you chuffed, hiding your bright red face from him.

“Tellin me you’ve never been turned on before?” he asked in disbelief

“I can’t feel, remember? That includes…you know…that” you were mortified to even be having such a personal conversation. But you couldn't deny your curiosity of course; hearing stories from girls around various settlements often made you wonder what it felt like to be touched by a lover, to feel the big O they always talked about. But after years of not even feeling a tingle you had accepted it just wasn't on the cards for you, and you doubted the ghoul would change things.

“Well…” you heard his footsteps stride confidently towards you “...there’s a first time for everything, sweetheart” he pressed his body against your back, caressing your arms with force, trying to make his touch known to you.

“W-what are you-” you started with a surprised gasp but he cut you off.

“Shh, you’ll never feel it if you keep runnin, darlin” he whispered gently, your entire body was tense, you were guarded and your brain swam with questions. No one had dared to get this close to you before, you were disfigured, repulsive in the eyes of society…but so was he. This was the first time you had spoken to the Ghoul and yet you had already considered him a friend, looking out for each other in the wasteland, playing your games, there was a mutual respect there and you already trusted him.

As if he read your thoughts he spoke quietly, tenderly almost, as if talking to an injured animal to not scare it away. “Relax, sweetheart, trust an old Ghoul'' he continued his aggressive caressing up your arms, to your neck, tangling in your hair and back down again. Slowly, you began to sink into his touch.

“That’s it, atta girl” he began to nip at your neck and shoulders with his teeth, dragging his tongue along the splatters of blood across your flesh and you felt…something. An almost tingling sensation in your gut accompanied by the dull ache in your shoulder from his teeth biting your flesh. Unable to hide your giddiness at the new sensation, you released a sound somewhere between a gasp and a giggle and tilted your head to allow him more access. That permission alone was enough to allow his hands to wander from your arms to your belly and chest. He groped at your bare flesh beneath the confines of your clothing greedily, like a starved man. Your hips were pulled roughly to meet his, earning a sharp moan from you, a sound neither of you expected. He chuckled, releasing you from his jaws.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He asked so sweetly despite the roughness of his actions. You nodded in response

“I’ve never felt…like this before” You couldn’t hide the grin on your face and the bliss in your hushed tone, not that you wanted to. You wanted him to know your every feeling, every thought, every time he made you feel good.

“Please…more” you weren’t entirely sure what you were begging for or what else he could do but you wanted to find out. He grinned, spinning you around to face him. You nibbled your chapped lip suddenly growing shy beneath his dominant gaze, cheeks growing red from embarrassment and for the first time in your life- arousal.

“More? Greedy little thing aren’t ya?” he tilted your head up by the chin with gloved fingers, forcing your eyes to meet. You didn’t think something as simple as a look could make you so weak, but the way his eyes bore into you made you melt. Your expression was perfect and he drank in every detail, the hitch of your breath, the way your plump lips parted, silently beckoning him closer, your widened eyes desperate to feel more, the deep red blush dusting your scarred cheeks. He held a gloved hand up to your lips, slowly dragging his thumb across your bottom lip “Take it off” he gestured towards the leather glove. You tried to pull away but he stopped you, pulling your small frame back to him by your waist with his other hand.”Ah, ah…” he tutted “with your teeth” you relaxed into him once more, opening your mouth to allow his fingers inside. You gripped the tips of the leather glove by your teeth and pulled.

“Good girl” he drawled, that alone made you swoon.

You spat the leather away “Say it again” You whispered breathlessly, he smirked in response “I will when you do something good” he captured your lips with his in a demanding kiss. The foreign tingling in your gut grew at his forcefulness, you whimpered against his lips as he guided your body backwards until your spine collided with the stained bar, trapping you between his body and the rotting wood. You were breathless beneath him, a pathetic whimpering mess, his actions brought out a side to you which you never knew existed. You clung to him, gripping the collar of his jacket as you submitted to him completely.

His hands began to undress you impatiently, breaking away from your lips only to remove your tank top, leaving your chest bare for his eyes to feast on, but he didn’t stop, not even to look. His bare hand stroked and grabbed possessively at your flesh, you barely felt it but with your eyes closed your other senses were heightened. For the first time you felt the faint warmth of his flesh upon yours, the light tingling of skin to skin contact sent shivers down your spine, it was distant, like a ghost but it was there nonetheless.

You moaned into the kiss as his bare fingers pinched your nipples, you wondered if he was purposefully rough with you in order to make you feel his touch or if he was this aggressive with every woman. Another hard pinch of your nipple made your body jerk into him and you pulled away from the sloppy kiss to catch your breath.

“Fuck, Cowboy!” he grinned smugly

“Feel good, princess?”

You nodded enthusiastically, nibbling your bottom lip to stifle another moan.

“Aww, c’mon Darlin’ use your words” He teased, watching you squirm beneath him

“Y-yes sir” you whispered watching his eyes gleam at his new title.

“Good girl” he grinned almost sadistically as his hands groped their way down your body. His lips found your neck and suddenly you felt everything all at once: his own marred flesh exploring yours, his teeth harshly nibbling your neck, his wet tongue dragging across your scars devouring you like a starving animal and you loved it.

You felt him shimmy your battered jeans down your waist along with your now soaked underwear. Your eyes locked on him and you felt shame rise, your body tensed once more as he examined every inch of you with a hunger you had never seen before. He caught your rising discomfort and he didn't like it, with a stern glare he pinned your wrists to the bar.

“Don't you dare hide yourself from me, Princess. Been waiting to touch you for too long” he was demanding, desperate almost, the thought of another being needing you this badly was so foreign to you but it filled you with such warmth you could only smile, still nibbling your bottom lip in embarrassment.

He smirked before slowly sliding a finger between your wet folds, watching your every twitch and gasp of pleasure as his fingers slowly slid to your clit. His touch was never gentle with you but he didn't have to be, he always kept a perfect amount of aggression to ensure pleasure shot through you but not too much to overstimulate you too soon.

“F-fuck” you stuttered as he rubbed harsh circles around your clit, your hips involuntary bucking against the rough flesh of his fingers. Your moans turned into whimpers as that unfamiliar tingling grew and intensified, your fingers gripped the edge of the bar as you chased that incredible feeling the Ghoul gave you.

“Oh, is my good girl getting close?” he teased, knowing full well what he was doing.

You had no faith in your voice now, so you simply nodded, biting your lip harshly. The Ghoul let out a low chuckle, roughly palming at your breast with his free hand. He pulled and squeezed your hard nipple, earning strangled sounds of approval from you as his skilled fingers sent you over the edge for the first time.

Sheer arrogance oozed from him as you came to your senses from the first orgasm in your life. You wanted to glare at him, scold him for that cocky attitude but you were so full of satisfaction, so gleeful you just smiled.

“I-I felt… You made me… “ you were so full of bliss and overwhelmed you could barely string a coherent sentence together.

“Oh princess, we're just getting started” he attacked your neck again as he lay you down on the bar. His fingers found their way back down to your quivering pussy, slowly sliding one into your soaking core.

You inhaled sharply, feeling the slight stretch as his single digit pumped slowly in you. Despite how rough his previous actions had been, you were pleasantly surprised at his tenderness as he allowed you to adjust to the new sensations. He pulled away from your neck briefly to examine your expression - breathless, cheeks rosy and eyes fluttering closed with desire.

“more?” he whispered almost as breathless as you, he couldn't deny watching you writhe beneath him sent him mad with lust.

“Y-yes… Please” you moaned, almost begged. He grinned watching your face contort as he slid a second finger in, picking up the pace. Your hips bucked to meet his pace in a silent plea for release once more.

“F-fuck!” you exclaimed as he suddenly slid a third finger inside and curled them in a way that made your back arch and grasp desperately at his chest and shoulders.

“atta girl” he praised as he pounded that same spot relentlessly. You whined and moaned loudly beneath him, intense pleasure grew rapidly within you and as your walls twitched and tightened around his fingers, he pulled his hand away.

You made a sound of protest, not quite able to find the words and he flashes you a cocky grin, bringing his cum soaked fingers to your lips.

“suck, and I'll let you cum on my cock”

You didn't even hesitate, dragging your tongue along the length of his fingers, his other hand unbuckling his belt. You wrapped your swollen lips around his digits and sucked the sweetness of yourself from his fingers like he ordered. Like a good girl.

Finally free from the constraints of his pants, he teased you with the tip of his cock, sliding up and down the length of your wet slit before slowly forcing himself in your tight pussy.

You threw your head back against the bar, crying out in a blissful mix of pleasure and pain. He hissed as your walls gripped him tightly as he forced his full, hard length inside before slowly sliding out and plunging back in. The feel of his ghoul cock stretching your virgin hole made your head spin and your body tremble. You grasped at his collar desperately clinging to something real, like somehow you would wash away in a wave of pleasure if you didn't hold onto him.

“You're doing so good for me, Princess. So fuckin good” he growled as he picked up the pace, you could only release a string of moans in response, as that dull ache in your gut grew and that incredible sensation creeped up again.

“F-fuck…harder” you begged to the ghouls delight.

“filthy thing, you my little slut now?” he growled almost feral.

“y-yes!” you cried out as he lifted one leg over his shoulder and pounded deeper into you.

“good girl” his eyes burned with lust as he watched you desperately chasing another climax. Any thought he once had about patiently savoring your first time disappeared in a heartbeat after you begged him to fuck you harder.

“Come on, little slut” he roughly slapped your clit making you cry out “wanna see you cum on my cock” he pounded into you mercilessly, making sure you felt every inch of him and you absolutely loved it. Another swift slap to your sensitive clit sent you tumbling into oblivion. You think you screamed but you were drowning in pleasure too much to notice or even care.

“F-fuck” the ghoul faltered for a moment as your swollen pussy squeezed him tightly encouraging his own climax. He didn't allow you to regain your senses as he gripped your hips and forced them to meet his in a final rush of lust. Overstimulated and thoroughly fucked out, you let him use your body any way he pleased as he praised you.

“good fuckin slut! Taking my cock like you were made for it” your body went limp on the bar, you could do nothing but moan in bliss as your pussy swallowed him obediently. His cock pulsed inside you as he buried himself deep in your core, spilling his thick cum inside. He snarled, biting your calf which was still dangling weakly over his shoulder as he pumped his seed in you, making sure you were claimed thoroughly.

“you're mine” he panted, flashing you a feline grin. You returned it with a breathy laugh as he started cleaning himself up.

You could only lie on the bar, covered in sweat, cum leaking from your abused pussy with the biggest grin plastered over your face. You were speechless, utterly overwhelmed and so relieved that finally, you could feel pleasure.

He tossed an old dish cloth at you to clean yourself up with “Get some rest, Princess. We'll head out in the morning”

You shot him with a questioning look “we?”

The Ghoul stalked to where you lay on the bar, reaching a hand behind your head and taking a fist full of your hair harsh enough for you to feel it.

“you're mine now” he reminded you.

You couldn't hide the grin that crept on your face at the faint sting of his grip on your scalp.

“Yes sir, all yours”

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