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1 year ago

We love a short king 😭✊✹

How is everyone not losing their minds over Norm????

Look at him! He's only 3 apples tall đŸ„ș

How Is Everyone Not Losing Their Minds Over Norm????
How Is Everyone Not Losing Their Minds Over Norm????

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11 months ago

Watching Boom and then immediately watching the final episode of Fallout feels so right? Like, both have such strong anti-capitalism messages about war and warfare in the future.

Spoilers below cut for Fallout 1x08 and Doctor Who 1x03

"Flashy lights play well in a show room. Modern warfare. Death by salesman." - The Doctor to Ruby.

Ncuti's Doctor looking sad and to the side, saying: "Death by salesman."
Courtesy of @dwgifs

And then hearing...

"Because, in our current societal configuration, which took shape without intentional guidance, we have friction [...] we have conflict, and we have war. And war? Well, war never changes."

Watching Boom And Then Immediately Watching The Final Episode Of Fallout Feels So Right? Like, Both Have

While businessmen and women discuss experiments on people, all in the name of "creating a good society"? Making 122 vaults, many of which actively existed to see how fucked up they could make people behave.

And throughout Boom, there is constantly a "Thoughts and prayers" quote being said (which is the go to response for people in need, in wars, or in active hostile environments), a company literally making soldiers kill each other? (Which happened in vault 11)

Both of these shows are being streamed on massive corporations, DW on Disney+, which generated 8.4 BILLION last year (only increasing since it's initial launch, as it has removed many shows and movies from other sites). And Fallout on Amazon Prime, which had gotten 35.22 BILLION in revenue last year, as well has being known (practically globally) as a company that uses and abuses it's workers, but has made itself such a staple in so many places, that it is physically impossible to not support them in some way, and some can only use them.

But Doctor Who has always been a show about anti-war and anti-capitalism. To have such a show go to the hand of one of the biggest mega corporations is such a shame, it is incredible that they can have Moffat come back and basically flip the house of mouse off and shit in their toilet all while getting paid, and have that approved? awesome.

Fallout has always been about how war is horrible, and how fucked up humans are, giving a rare glimmer of hope towards something attainable, and Amazon Prime taking this media and making it a show? All while ignoring what the message is? Incredible. Perfect.


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1 year ago

The amount of hate for the Fallout show is wild?? Especially for most people who are spewing it having not watched it.. at all, and are just going off of what others say on social media.

Like the amount of vitriol and toxicity being thrown to anyone who even LIKES a Bethesda Fallout game or the show on Tumblr is crazy?

Please just let people like what they like. It's not that deep.


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1 year ago

Spit On Me (Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem Reader)

Spit On Me (Cooper Howard/The Ghoul X Fem Reader)

My first fic but this man has me in a chokehold so I had to. Hope you freaks enjoy and please leave feedback!

Big thank you to @ghoulphile @acapelladitty and many more for the inspiration!

18+ Only!!

Summary: It's not what you know, it's who you know. You're a bounty hunter with big dreams, wanting to climb your way to the top and be the best of the best. When the opportunity to bag the biggest bounty arises you drag an unwilling Cooper along for the ride.

Warnings for smut: Spitting, spanking, biting, mild degrading, sub/dom dynamic, begging, teasing, hair pulling, p in v, fingering, dirty talk.

Reputations are a funny thing. You could be on top one moment and down in the gutters the next. Unfortunately, even getting on the ladder at all was a challenge.

Being small in height, and slim built is far from threatening in the slightest and you knew it. Stealth and speed are your advantage, often taking enemies by surprise or using the environment as a shield. It's shame so few of your strengths were so effective against feral ghouls, or radiated beasts who could smell you from a mile off. You had to pick your battles wisely or the wasteland would swallow you whole.

When you weren't picking up small bounties or scrap you spent most of your time in your little shack in Filly. It was cosy enough, for a junkyard shack, holding just the essentials. Enough to eat, sleep and make chems for your drugged up customers. But you wanted more. A big ol mansion, or hall. Something that screamed "I'm powerful, don't fuck with me!"

Maybe one day. Maybe you'd bag a bounty big enough for that reputation, maybe you'd sell shit loads of chems to that cowboy ghoul and buy your way to the top. You scoffed at the thought, doubtful. He may be the most skilled bounty hunter in the region, but he wasn't that loaded. Truth be told you greatly admired the ghoul, his badass attitude paired with the cowboy style fascinated you. But you knew he underestimated you, just like the others and you were determined to change that.

A foul burning smell snapped you from your daydream.

"Shit!" you hissed while lowering the heat of the chem station, and frantically grabbing the glass tubes of suspicious liquids away from the flame.

You sighed deeply, another batch ruined. For days you had been cooped up like this, waiting for that damned ghoul to show up and collect his order. But you just knew the moment you take another bounty he'd show up. So you stayed, waiting patiently as the bounty board racked up new targets.

Deciding you'd had enough you pulled your dusty jacket over your shoulders and marched out the door to the bounty board. Just checking it wouldn't do any harm.

Your ragged boots kicked the dust as you marched up to the dilapidated bounty board. To your surprise it seemed quieter than usual, only a few odd small jobs and one hefty one which had been up for weeks. You first thought someone posted it as a joke, no way would anyone be crazy enough to take down the biggest raider settlement in the Wasteland. Even more unbelievable was the reward: 10,000 caps and an entire estate! The client must really despise raiders to give up so much, or the more likely theory-it's a scam.

"I sure hope a sweet little thing like you ain't thinkin bout that big bounty there" You spun round, already grinning at the sound of his voice finally

"where the hell have you been!?" you greeted him cheekily. He shot you that charming smile as he stood beside you, reminding himself of the absurd bounty. "Ain't no way that's real!" you exclaimed

He thought for a moment "Not a solo job but it's doable, that's why no one's taken it. Don't wanna share the reward" he explained, gloved fingers resting in his belt loops.

You thought to yourself for a moment "Sounds like the client just wants the raiders gone, why not just lure a few ferals or a deathclaw in and watch the fireworks? Or a mini nuke would wipe them out..." you trailed off strategizing the easiest way to commit mass murder.

"You're damn viscous, ya know that?" he almost sounded proud

"We could do it" you blurted out, he laughed

"Now that's the funniest shit I heard in a long time!"

"I'm serious, Coop! You're a skilled killer, I can make deadly explosives. We sneak in, plant the weapon, sneak out, watch the chaos unfold from afar!" Your ambition amused him, he sighed

"Gimme my chems and I'll think about it"

"Yes!" your eyes lit up, finally a chance to learn from the best.

"That ain't an agreement, sweetheart" he playfully clipped the back of your head with his gloved hand before turning towards your shack. You rubbed where his hand smacked, wincing at the sudden jerk he gave you.

"Well while you're thinking about it" you jogged up to him "I'll be picking up my mini nukes to wipe this raider settlement from the map"

He scoffs "And what happens if I say no to this little adventure of yours hm? You gonna take the big bad raiders on all by ya lonesome?"

"Oh you're not going to decline" you state matter of factly with a sly grin.

"And what makes you say that?" He asks with growing suspicion.

"Who else do you get your chems from, Cooper?" He halts in his path so you seize the opportunity to block him.

"That supply you're collecting is my last batch. It'll last a week." You lied. Of course you had more but he doesn't know that, and you never gave him a reason to not trust you. "You think you can get more by the time you turn feral?"

He scowled knowing he was trapped "vicious little thing" he murmured.

You loved the control over him and revelled in it as you started your journey together with spring in your step, while he grumpily marched beside you.

Days and nights passed with you trying to learn new skills from the ghoul. You were less subtle about it than you thought and he caught on quick, teasing you for your lack of skill with a gun, or how your small frame made it harder for you to carry heavier loads. It infuriated you which he found entertaining, He'd call you "Sweetheart" or "Darlin" to make it worse and he'd flash that charming smile when you got flustered.

Finally the settlement came into view. Considering it was raider territory it was incredibly well built. Realisation sets in that you may have underestimated the scale of this job, even with Cooper by your side, the sheer volume of the task was becoming apparent.

He saw your fright and chuckled, thinking he had won.

"I'm not going back" you stated defiantly before he had the chance to speak.

"Didn't think you would, darlin" he whispered. you shivered not realising how close he was. You thought he hadn't noticed, but he always noticed. At first he expected to be like your babysitter, but the more time he spent around you the more he realised how skilled and independent you really are. He'd grown closer to you in the few days you spent together. And more fond of having you as his companion than he'd care to admit.

The pair of you spent the day scouting the city, planning your move and finally preparing your chems and ammo.

"The fuck are you doing?" Cooper questioned, slightly bewildered as you began to remove your coat and leather armour.

"Can't hide with this shit on! I'm like a shadow, a silent assassin, ya know" You explained as you turned your back to him, throwing your dusty jacket to one side revealing a black skin tight catsuit underneath. It hugged your small frame perfectly, revealing the curves of your tits and ass. Cooper had took pleasure in making you flustered for days so you purposefully took your sweet time removing your pants. Catching a glimpse of his eyes as you threw your pants with the rest of your discarded clothing, you were shocked to find a positively feral gleam in his eye.

"See something you like?" you teased, he groaned in response turning away from you with a glare.

"You ought to think real hard before teasing a man like that, sweetheart" he threatened. You simply giggled in response, thrilled with the effect your body had on him.

You tossed your pile of discarded armour at him with a remark to keep them safe with your pack. He raised a brow in question.

"I only carry my chems, pistol and blades on a job"

His eyes widened

"Damn, Darlin you really are crazy"

You grinned slyly at him.

"Just good at what I do. Besides I have my big bad ghoul to protect me" as you said it you realised how flirty you sounded, he brought out a seductive side of you, and you adored the new found power it gave you.

"Plus I'm loaded with chems" you said as you took your first bout of Med X.

"Ata girl" he laughed watching you get your first hit.

Entering through an air vent you both quietly made your way through the small space, making sure to give your tight ass a little wiggle knowing Cooper was right behind you. You moved easily in the small space while Copper had a harder time being quiet. Eventually you came to the end of the vent where you both could see into the heart of the city.

To your surprise the raiders had created an entire civilisation, with power and water supplies and food.

"Look" Cooper came up behind you unexpectedly, sending shivers down your spine as his warm breath grazed your cheek. He gestured to what can only be described as a market. The centre of the city.

"That's where I plant the explosives" you exclaimed.

"There's still too many raiders around, and with all these lights I'll be caught before I even reach it" You spun round to face him, he was so close you were practically kissing.

"I'll cut the power, cause a scene and distract them all" His hushed voice snapped you back to reality.

You nodded in agreement "And we escape back through here, but if things go tits up just get out anyway we can."

"You got it sweetheart, now show me how good you are" he knew you better than you expected having only travelled together for a few days. Motivating your competitive side and need to prove yourself sparked a fire in you and he grinned at how fickle you were.

The plan was in motion, you stuck to as little shadows as you could and took your time careful not to be seen while Cooper, true to his word shot up the power cables and caused havoc below. The shadows gave you confidence and moved as quick as you could only taking a matter of minutes to reach the centre where you skilfully planted the explosive and set the timer to blow. Wasting no time you climbed and ran across the rooftops back to Cooper who actually seemed to be enjoying himself. Through the flashes of gunfire in the dark you made out the cowboy silhouette and watched from a far as he gunned down his enemies,  it was incredible to witness, the precision and fluidity of every movement. You caught yourself swooning before diving in to help. Dancing around him in the darkness, the raiders around you dropped like flies but realisation sets in. You both got carried away and in a brief moment of silence as you felled the first wave of enemies, you looked at him in horror. The bomb was about to explode. He grabbed your wrist hard and you both ran for the vent.

Your heart raced from the adrenaline and the chems were beginning to wear off but you couldn't stop. Crawling back through the vent was a struggle and as the bomb erupted, violent quakes made the metal fall apart beneath you. You both rolled across the dust and used the momentum to scramble to your feet before desperately fleeing from the radiation spilling over the walls.

Once a safe distance was reached you fell to the ground, panting hard, a satisfied grin plastered shamelessly on your dirty face. You looked up at him to find him breathing heavily too, smirking at you, pride gleaming in his eyes.

He tossed your pack at you "Vicious thing" he drawled, slowly, teasingly.

You blushed turning away to hide your giddiness. As you began to raid your pack for water you caught a glimpse of a shadow beneath the cloud of radiation in the city. You both watched as it grew,

"What the...?" you trailed off unsure of what exactly was happening until Cooper enlightened you, voice full of alarm.

"It's a feral horde, we gotta move darlin, fast!"

You took a big gulp of water before scrambling to your feet and throwing your pack on your back. Coming down from your chem high made every movement hurt, your muscles ached and your lungs burned from running.

"Cooper...wait!" you gulped down as much hot air as you could between yelling.

"Ain't got time, darlin they'll be on you sooner than you think!" He marched on.

"No... I mean....we can't lead them back to Filly!"

He stopped in his tracks realising what you were saying.

"They've got...my scent...they'll follow...I can't"

"I know Sweetheart, I know." He seemed almost caring as he approached you, thinking rapidly for a plan to get you out alive. You couldn't run far in your state, and your body can only take so many more chems before they break you. With the first wave of ferals rapidly approaching Cooper dragged you to a nearby apartment block, barricading the way as much as you both could before climbing the stairs. The pair of you hurried into the nearest room with a door and barricaded that too. You collapsed into a tattered old armchair taking a moment to examine your surroundings. The exterior wall was almost completely gone, exposing you to the elements. Thankfully the room wasn't too high, a swift jump and you could reach the next rooftop. Cooper interrupted your thoughts of escape by draping his coat across your shoulders in an attempt to smell more ghoulish.

"You just smell too damn delicious" he sighed before checking the door for sounds of ferals.

"But where did they come from!?" You asked, desperately wondering where your plan went so horribly wrong. "Radiation from a mini nuke don't work that fast"

Cooper shook his head in response as he approached you "They must've been underground or somethin"

He tensed up suddenly, putting a gloved finger to your lips to hush you. Despite the danger you faced the temptation to take his finger into your mouth with your tongue was strong. You controlled yourself but a light dusting of pink crossed your cheeks as your mind delved to filthier thoughts. Pulling you out of your imagination, he gestured for you to stand and come closer to him. His back against the wall as he listened, he pulled you close to his body and wrapped you in his arms, covering you with his scent as much as he could. But the ferals still lingered. You could feel your heart beat quicken being this close you him, you looked up at him a foul thought crossed your mind but it could work, and with no other option you demanded in a hushed whisper.

"Spit on me"

Taken off guard Cooper smiles that slanted grin that makes you tingle.

"You don't know what your askin for, darlin" he whispers.

"I do!" You clench your fists into his shirt pulling you closer to him "Cooper spit on me...please?" You sounded so desperate, the worst part was you wanted it even without the ferals chasing you. You wanted to be controlled by him and hearing your own desperate begging turned you on even more.

The ferals creeping behind the door grew restless, clicking louder and more frequently than before.

Cooper curses under his breath before leading you to the crumbling wall opposite the door. He thrusts you against it arms on either side of your head preventing your escape, not that you wanted to.

"Watch my back, Darlin..." he whispers as he brought a gloved hand towards your face, his thumb pulled your chin down to part your lips.

"...And open wide"

He smiled as you obeyed, blushing at the shameful act and how much your pussy throbbed from it. He hovered above you slowly, painfully letting his warm saliva drip from his chapped lips and into your open mouth. His fluid mixed with your own as you swallowed with ease.

"good girl" his voice was a hushed whisper and that comment alone made your knees weak. How you craved being tormented by him.

You're so flustered and distracted by his taste you didn't notice the silence that came over you until he mentioned it.

"Think your filthy little plan worked" he mused, pulling away noticing your pained expression as you lost his touch and the warmth of his body. The cool air snapped you back to reality, regaining control of yourself you glared at him, wiping your lips with the back of your hand. You yanked his coat from your shoulders and tossed it back at him in defiance. He chuckled at your attempt to regain control, both knowing you were completely at his mercy.

"Now lets see if we can't collect that reward" he said, making his way to the nearby rooftop.

Finally just as the sun was rising you're given a moment to revel in your achievements. He caught the gleam in your eye as you followed him.

"Gotta admit, you're a hell of a hunter, darlin!" He stated, you smiled with confidence.

"I aint just a pretty face ya know?"

"Yeah..." he eyed you greedily from behind "you're a vicious little freak"

His crude comment made you stumble slightly and he laughed. You blushed, embarrassed at yourself for getting flustered so easily around him. No one had ever made you so excited before, or made you feel so attractive. There was an undeniable spark between you, and Coopers relentless teasing amplified it. But you were just as bad, using your body to make him fantasise over you. Cooper couldn't help himself, it had been so long since he had his way with such a submissive little freak.

You were on the move all day, having not slept for over 24 hours now, exhaustion was setting in and the radiation from Coopers saliva was starting to make you feel nauseous. Cooper noticed you were growing paler with every step and dragging your feet. He sighed, rolling his eyes before kneeling down presenting you with his back.

"Get on" he ordered,

You were puzzled, raising a suspicious brow you responded "I can manage"

"I won't tell you again. Get. On." he was stern, and as usual you obeyed, that little spark igniting in your belly at his harsh tone. Part of you wondered what he would do if you defied him. But you knew your limits. A punishment from the big bad ghoul should not be taken lightly, no matter what dirty fantasies your imagination dreamed up.

"Ata girl. Not much further now and we can get some rest"

"Mhm..."You nodded lazily, the full force of exhaustion hitting you as you melted into the warmth of his back. "Thank you, Cooper" you whispered through dry, cracked lips as your eyelids began to feel heavy.

"Don't want you dyin on me yet, little hunter" You smiled weakly holding him tighter, feeling safe and protected.

When you woke it was dark save for a small flame burning out on an old cooking station. Your eyes, still feeling heavy blinked slowly a few times gazing into the embers of the fire pit. You were wrapped in something heavy and warm. Snuggling into it more it smelled of gunpowder and leather. Cooper's coat. He had laid you down on the porch bench of an almost entirely destroyed farm house while he sat on the steps coaxing the fire until you stirred.

"You awake?" he asked in a low voice.

"Mmmm" you groaned in response letting him know you were but you didn't want to be.

He chuckled before rising from his spot on the stairs, just as you were drifting back into a pleasant slumber he dragged his coat from you, taking you with it. Rolling to the floor to gave a slight squeak in fright at the sudden aggressive movement.

"If I'd known you'd squeal for me I'd have done that hours ago" he remarked with a flirtatious grin.

He tossed his coat back over his broad shoulders and sat legs spread on the bench you were sleeping peacefully on. You took your place on the step beside the fire in a huff and took the moment to raid your pack for radaway and food.

"Thought you were being a gentleman for a moment" you pouted.

"Oohh, my little hunter got her claws out huh?" he mused, you simply glared in response, munching grumpily

"I ain't yours!" you snapped under your breath but still loud enough for him to hear. You were testing your luck now, seeing how far you could go before he lost his patience with you; before he stopped calling you his sweetheart and started calling you his brat.

"That so?" he asked, rising from his spot on the bench and sauntering over to you "Weren't saying that when you were begging for my spit in your mouth, were you... Darlin?" he hissed the pet name in your ear giving you goosebumps. You considered quitting while you were ahead but you kept in control, turning to face him.

"I don't beg" your voice sounded firm but your body betrayed you as your cheeks began to heat up and your breathing quickened. Your lust filled eyes meet one another. It's intense but you don't look away, you won't relinquish control just yet.

He raised a brow, not convinced in the slightest "good girls don't lie..." he stroked his gloved fingers along the length of your jaw and reached down your neck to the zipper at the top of your dusty black suit. "So...are you a good girl? or a bad girl?"

He pulled the zipper down slowly revealing the smooth skin of your chest. Sweat dripping down your cleavage . You gulped, your breathing became shaky. You struggled to think, to find any words at all. "Oh sweetheart..." he spoke softly, exaggerated pity in his tone "is the big bad ghoul breaking you already?"

"...You know exactly what you're doing to me" it came out as a soft moan and the hunger in his eyes was too much for you to bare. You clenched your thighs together desperate for some friction, for some contact.

He chuckled as you lowered your gaze, his other hand reached up to your messy hair. He gripped it firmly, forcing you to present your neck to him, "consider this revenge for teasing me all day with that irresistible body of yours" he growled harshly in your ear.

"I... I never...meant..." he grips your hair harder forcing a pleasured gasp to escape your lips.

"good girls don't lie" he reminded you, almost thrilled at the idea of getting to punish you.

"C-coop, I'm sorry" you ended up right where he wanted you, begging and squirming in his grip and it only took mere moments.

His hand which pulled down your zipper grazed your thigh "now I don't know if I believe you, sweetheart after all the lyin" his hand pulled your thighs apart, the loss of friction made you whimper

"n-no, Cooper please!" you surprised yourself how easy you gave in. But you were growing desperate, all the tension built throughout the day was overflowing. You needed him, craved him, wanted to be used by him.

"Oh? I thought you didn't beg"

"Coopeeerrr!" you whined, he knew what you wanted he just wanted to hear you say it.

"Beg for me, like you did back there" his hot breath grazed your neck, one hand still gripped your hair while the other explored your body over the suit. Purposefully avoiding your hardening nipples and throbbing pussy.

"I need you..." you gasped, writhing under him, trying to get his wandering hand to touch your sensitive areas "...please, Cooper! fuck me!"

That satisfied him enough to reward you. Without hesitation he attacked your neck with his mouth, licking and biting, marking you like you were his prey. You let out a soft moan at his sudden aggression, he was holding back for so long he couldn't stop himself from devouring you any longer. His wandering hand finally found your hardened nipples. You arched your back into his hand as he played with them, squeezing, pinching circling them with his gloved fingers.

"M-more" you moaned, you felt his lips curl into a smile as he abused your neck.

"What's the magic word?" he pulled away awaiting your response, seeing how much of a mess you were already made him hungry for more.

"... Please?"

He lunged at you, his dry calloused lips collided with yours. He was rough, biting your bottom lip, barely allowing you a chance to catch your breath as he pushed you down on the rough wooden steps. His hands moved to free your upper body from the constraints of your suit while yours shakily pushed the leather coat from his shoulders.

Finally allowing you a moment to breath he sat up to admire his work. You were red in the face, dripping in sweat, your lips and neck littered with bruises and bite marks, your eyes clouded with pleasure.

"Fuck, Darlin you're like a bitch in heat"

"... I'm your bitch" you moaned shamelessly, he grinned at your obedience, tracing your lips with a gloved finger. You licked the length of his index finger before catching the tip between your teeth and slowly dragging the leather from his scarred flesh.

"That's my good little hunter"

You wrapped your legs around him signalling your need for more, for him to fill your aching cunt. You grinded your hips against the bulge in his pants as he leaned in to abuse your bare breasts with his teeth. His glove free hand reached into your panties earning satisfied moan from you as he circled your soaked clit with calloused fingers.

"Already soaked for me, filthy little thing"

You gripped his shoulders, bucking your hips into his hand. He watched your face contort with pleasure, closing your eyes tight feeing humiliated knowing he was watching every twitch of pleasure run through you.

"Cooper... Please... Spit on me"

"Such a little freak" his voice was husky and low, his fingers circling your clit moved to slick folds of your pussy, his gloved hand pulled your chin down to open your mouth. Warm saliva dripped down your waiting tongue, you swallowed, moaning at the taste of him. Your grip on his shoulders tightened as his finger slipped into your waiting pussy, you clenched around him, releasing a long moan. With every pump of his finger you bucked your hips, his pace quickened and the ache deep in your cunt grew. It didn't take long for him to slide a second finger in, stretching your walls, earning harsh gasps from you and aggressive thrusts of your hips. Your body shivered as you were beginning to unravel beneath him.

"look at me" he demanded. You bit your lip, eyes screwed shut too embarrassed for him to see you this way.

"C'mon, baby be a good girl, let me look you in the eye as I make you cum." His voice so alluring, so intoxicating, you couldn't help but obey even through all the humiliation.

You opened your eyes to meet his lustful gaze burning through you, he watched you like a starved beast. His fingers curled inside you finding that one spot that made you see stars, you arched your back at the sudden burst of pleasure that soured through you.

"Fuck, Cooper don't stop!" you begged. You were so close, your moans grew louder with every thrust of his hand. He watched you getting closer and closer to your climax, every sound you made, the way you looked at him, desperation all over your face, he could watch you like this all day.

You cursed as your felt your climax come over you, your body twitched uncontrollably and you thrust your hips into his hand wanting to ride out the last waves of pleasure. But he wouldn't let you. You whined as he pulled his fingers from your tight pussy.

"Oh, Sweetheart, I'm nowhere near done with you yet." he was desperate to feel you, to be inside you. He unbuckled his belt while you frantically peeled the rest of your suit from your legs. His cock sprang free from his pants and you gazed wide eyed at the size of him. He laughed at your reaction. Like the rest of him his cock was rough, scarred and he was big. Bigger than you expected.

He chuckled at your reaction, "Dont worry, Darlin I'll try not to break you"

You took him in your hand and he inhaled sharply, surprised at your sudden touch. You slid you fingers across the length of his shaft, feeling every groove as you guided him to your dripping hole.

"I want you to break me" you moaned as he slid inside.

"Fuck, you're gonna regret saying that" he growled before pulling his length out and slamming back into you, your tight hole stretched to fit all of him and he was relentless. Just what you asked for.

Overwhelming pleasure coursed through you body as he pounded into you. You threw your head back in ecstasy, moaning incoherent sentences, wanting him to know how cock drunk you were. He gripped the back of your head pulling your face close to his before spitting in your open mouth once more. Your tongue rolled from between you plump lips inviting him for more. Instead he brought his thumb to your tongue and you took it into your mouth tracing circles around it with your tongue. The sight of you behaving so dirty with no shame drove him crazy, his cock twitched inside you and you clenched around him feeling your next orgasm approach. He felt your cunt quiver around him so he grabbed your waist tightly, fingernails digging into your flesh as he fucked you deeper. The new depth he reached made your body convulse beneath him. Your toes curled as he mercilessly pounded that same sensitive spot over and over.

"P-Please Cooper..." you begged "make me cum all over your fat cock."

He cursed at your lewdness, loving the obscenity that poured from your mouth.

"fuck, you're such a dirty little bitch" he removed one hand from your waist to toy with one of your breasts, spanking them as they bounced while he fucked your sweet cunt.

The sudden pain from his rough treatment of your breasts was enough to send you over the edge, you screamed his name, fingers grasping and whatever they could find. Your cum soaked his cock and he was mercilessly riding you out of your orgasm.

"You like it rough, my little slut?" He shamed you, and you loved it. You nodded, moaning uncontrollably, unable to form words, your mind was foggy, your entire body clenching, clinging to him. He pulled out suddenly making you whimper at how empty you felt without him. But it didn't last long, he grinned with a wild look in his eye and flipped you so he could fuck you from behind.

Grabbing a fist full of your knotted hair, he pulled your head back hard while simultaneously thrusting his cock back into your pulsing depths. You let out a primal moan at the perfect mix of pain and pleasure, spreading your cum soaked thighs wider for him. You allowed him to pound the depths of your hole and your body shook as he thrust his length in fast and hard, dominating you.

"Tell me, who you belong to?" He demanded. He knew you could barely speak but he wanted to hear you say it.

"Ah...y-you" You managed to moan between hard thrusts. It wasn't enough for him, he brought his other hand from your hip and smacked your ass hard. You felt another orgasm coming and your pulsing walls felt his cock twitch letting you know he was close too.

"Say it!" he ordered, pulling your hair harder.

"Aha...f-fuck, Coop... I-I'm yours!" He spanked you again. The stinging pain rippled through your body and your vision went blurry. The desperate need to cum again made you thrust your ass back to meet his hard strokes.

"I-I'm your filthy little slut, Cooper!" You screamed as his thrusts became more sporadic. His nails dug into your hip as he fucked himself hard in your hole. He pulled your head up by your hair, bringing his lips to your ear.

"good girl" he hissed. Waves of pleasure shook your body as he made you cum again. Soaking his cock once more, your swollen pussy quivered around him. He let out a feral growl as you squeezed him. His name spilled from your lips and he jerked your head to the side to allow access to your neck. His teeth sunk into your soft flesh, he was rough as he claimed you. Holding his cock deep inside your tight cunt, he spilled his milky fluid inside, releasing a low groan into your neck as he came.

Slowly he slid himself in and out few more times, riding out his high, making sure to fill you up with all of his cum. Then he gently released you from his grip and you slumped against the porch step with a final moan, unable to keep yourself up. He slid himself from your sore cunt and you winced, spinning on your back to face him. He gazed over your shaking form, drenched in sweat and cum, bruises and bitemarks covered your neck and tits, your eyes glazed over panting heavily. He broke you, just like you asked.

"You wear my bite marks well, Darlin" he said proudly, gently tracing his fingers over the marks on your neck.

Your lips curled into a mischievous smile "You'll make those ferals jealous." you said weakly.

He laughed, "Oh Darlin, I ain't gonna let a creature on this planet get a taste of you" He grabbed your discarded undies and began cleaning you up with them. He was careful, delicate even, the complete opposite to how he just handled you. He caught your surprised expression.

"Gotta make sure my good little slut is looked after" he smirked, your jaw dropped remembering the filth that poured from your mouth as he fucked you. You were mortified, covering your face with your hands too ashamed to look at him.

He chuckled at your reaction, dragging his coat to cover you from the chill of the wasteland before tucking his dick back in his pants.

"I hope our estate has running water, I could use a bath" you mused, finally finding the strength to sit up on the steps, he sat beside you watching as the sun peeked out from over the horizon.

"Can you even stand? I ain't carryin you again" his softness faded and he was back to his harsh and playful ways.

"I can walk myself, thank you very much!" You huffed.

He raised a brow "Oh? You ain't broken enough then, sweetheart"

You smirked "Guess you'll have to try again when we get our estate"

"Such a tease" he groaned "I'll be punishin you later, slut" his tone was dark as he threatened you, pulling you by the chin to meet his darkened gaze. You knew he was only testing you the first time, seeing how much you could take. But next time he'd make you cry. Next time he'd make sure you can't walk for days.


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Cooper Howard (The Ghoul)

All Kinds Of Wrong (Female Reader)(TW: Cooper is sadistic obviously, Knifeplay, but no blood)

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Cooper Howard (The Ghoul)

Cooper needs a woman to trade for his drugs. He finds you, in the wrong place at the wrong time. You both get caught in the muffle of a radiation storm in a sheltered basement. Conversation ensues, and Cooper takes an interest in you.

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Cooper Howard (The Ghoul)

This bar.. it was your favorite place to visit. It was really your only respite from the harshness of the outside world. Even though the broken and rotten pieces of wood still exposed the cruel world outside, the holes in the building and the smell of the moist wood became an afterthought when you came here. Even if it was just for a few moments, it was keeping you sane. You didn’t have much, no. Most like everyone else. However, you managed to find yourself in a decent enough position to have a few spare caps at the end of every week to enjoy a drink or two. These little moments kept you going, and it wasn’t worth saving the caps for anything else, in your eyes.

You stepped inside, pushing the tattered and dusty cloth in the doorway out of your way. The male bartender gave you a little nod, becoming used to your usual weekend visits. Despite that, you still didn’t even have a clue what his name was. He was a larger man, somewhat muscular with a beer belly. You’d seen him.. Sampling his own stock many times in your visits. He always reeked of alcohol, making you pretty sure that he was a drunk himself.

Oh well, to each their own.

The wooden floor creaked as you walked on it, headed toward your favorite table in the corner. You were never bothered back here, so you’ve taken it upon yourself to claim it as your spot.

“Usual?” The bartender hollered toward you, halfway cleaning a glass with an already dirtied rag.

Well.. you didn’t say the place was perfect. But really.. Was any place out there perfect in a post war wasteland?

“Yep, usual.” You responded, taking your seat. It was just a metal chair next to a small round table, big enough for only one. There were a few other patrons in the bar, but everyone mostly always kept to themselves in this place. Each person had their own worries and woes and had no desire to try to carry on a conversation. Which suited you perfectly fine.

The bartender approached you, the reek of alcohol and sweat filling your nose. He sat the drink down on your table, motioning for you to pay him.

“Caps, little lady.” He breathed in and out heavily as he remained planted there, waiting for you. You sighed, pulling the correct amount from your pocket and placing them in his hand.

“You know I’m good for it by now.” You remind him, sliding the glass toward yourself.

“Bah, my business, my rules.” He gruffed, turning around to walk back to the bar. He wasn’t a mean guy by any means, he was just blunt. A lot of people might not have appreciated the way he spoke, but you appreciated his honesty. Conversations with him were always brief, which suited your fancy perfectly.

You looked into the glass, peering down at the liquid inside. This truly was the one thing you got to enjoy. You were going to sit here, and enjoy it for as long as you could tonight.

As you drank, you heard the noise outside suddenly die down. All the voices and chatter in the small town suddenly grew quiet. Even the bartender noticed, glancing in your direction with his brow furrowed. He slowly pulled out his hidden shotgun from beneath the bar, sliding it onto the counter. The other patrons of the bar also gave each other glances, placing their hands on their guns resting on their hips. You did the same, holding the grip of your small pistol at your side. There was tension that arose from every single person, without a single word being spoken.

You heard footsteps approaching the bar, crunching on the dirt. The cloth flap at the doorway moved, and a figure stepped inside. He was a ghoul. His skin was hardened and almost shiny from his transformation. He had no nose left, but his ears were still somewhat normal. He wore a dark brown cowboy hat, as well as a tattered brown coat. Strips of fabric were all that was left toward the bottom, covered in the dust of the dry wasteland. The coat and pants led into a pair of dark brown boots of the same color. The ghoul chuckled as he saw all of the patrons of the bar at the ready to shoot.

“Now, y’all know them little guns ain’t gonna do shit.” He said coldly. “Ain’t here to shoot anybody unless you’re askin’ for it.”

He shrugged his shoulders. It was a subtle threat, but one that caused almost everyone to remove their hands from their guns. You followed them, doing the same. Even the bartender slowly placed his shotgun back behind the counter. His aura was extremely intimidating, making every single person in the bar feel uneasy and on edge.

He seemed.. Familiar to you. Not in face, but in reputation alone. You feel like you’ve heard rumors of him before. The Ghoul. The relentless bounty hunter. You’d never heard his real name, and you’d never seen him in person until now. Death followed him everywhere he went.. You just hoped you weren’t going to be the next one. Nobody had that much of a grudge against you to pay the caps to hire the ghoul to hunt you down either, that you were are of. You mostly kept to yourself, as everyone in this town did.

The air in the place felt heavy. Everything felt tense as the Ghoul approached the bar, placing his hands on the counter as he leaned against it casually. He eyed the bartender up and down before speaking.

“Lookin’ for a girl.” He said, squinting his eyes. “Name’s Suzie.” Everyone in the bar turns even more grim, including you. Somehow, the silence grew even more quiet as her name was mentioned. The bartender tilts his head just slightly, a bead of sweat falling from his hairline.

“You sure that’s who you’re lookin’ for?” The bartender asks the Ghoul. He huffs in response, a smirk on his face.

“Pretty sure, considerin’ I said her fuckin’ name.” The Ghoul remarks in a sarcastic tone. “Where is she?” He asks. The bartender looks around the room before responding.

“Dead, in the ground.” He shrugs his shoulders. The Ghoul’s face grew angry, expecting that the bartender was lying through his teeth to protect her.

“Really now? No need to protect the girl. Ain’t no reason to.” He narrows his gaze toward another person in the bar. A middle aged man covered in grease stains, wearing overalls and a pair of glasses. The middle aged man takes a moment, clearing his throat before responding.

“She is dead. Was torn apart by a pack of ferals.” The patron tells him. “Buried what was left of her right behind the bar, if you don’t believe me.” The Ghoul clicks his tongue in his mouth, looking around at the others in the bar. As if he were searching for the truth, or the lie. The middle aged man spoke up again. “Had blonde hair, still there if you wanna dig deep enough.” Nobody made any effort to stop him from doing it either. Because it was true. None of you were protecting her, she was truly dead. You had seen them digging the grave for her just a few days prior. The dirt would still be fresh. You didn’t know her at all and had only seen her in passing. It did cause you to feel sadness and grief for the girl, but unfortunately, that kind of thing was just common in the world and most people no longer batted an eye to it.

That seemed to be enough to satisfy the Ghoul.

“Well, ain’t this a dilemma..” The Ghoul tells everyone in the bar. He briefly locks eyes with you, looking you up and down before continuing. “I need somebody. So, who’s gonna be the lucky winner?” He asks. He pulls out his gun, casually slinging it around in different directions. “Need a lady. So, who’s it gonna be?” There were only two women in the bar. An older woman on the opposite side of the room.. And you.

The Ghoul looks toward the older woman, but his gaze then goes to you. He looks in your direction, grinning. His teeth were yellowed. “Looks like you’re the only one in here that’ll work, missy.” Panic sets in as he begins to approach you. Your heart began pounding like it was trying to escape from your own chest. You try to back up in your chair, but it was already pressed against the wall as far as it could go.

Not to mention.. Trying to slide a metal chair over cheap, rotten wood was doomed to fail from the start.

“What? Why me!?” You asked him, looking around to the other patrons. None of them tried to help. None of them tried to stop the Ghoul. Each and every one of them just watched the scene unfold. The logical part of your brain knew why. The Ghoul could not be defeated by them, even if they tried. They’d all lose their own lives. However, that didn’t make your anger and fury die down toward them in the moment. Not even a little bit.

The bad thing about living in a town where everyone kept to themselves, is that you had no friends. Not one.

“Just said. I need a fuckin’ lady. Now, get up.” He doesn’t give you any kind of chance or opportunity to respond. He takes a rope from his hip, wrapping it around your wrists. Instinctively, you try to wiggle away as you grunt in frustration. He then places his hand on your throat without any warning, gripping it tightly. Hard enough to completely prevent you from breathing. He squeezed the veins on each side of your neck, and cut off your airway in the center. You freeze up, your eyes growing wide. “Don’t do it, sweetheart. You really do not want to piss me off.” The threat made your blood run cold. He then released your throat, causing you to cough as you tried to catch your breath. He continued to wrap his rope around you, moving from your wrists to your arms. He tied them to your torso, leaving you unable to move anything but your head and legs. The rope led out from your back, leaving him with a way to keep a hold of you. You couldn’t run, even if you tried. His strength was immeasurable compared to a normal human, and he would simply hold that rope.. And jerk you back toward him if you try anything.

“Fuck..” You groaned as he took the pistol from your hip and threw it to the wooden floor. He grinned as he held the line of rope that led to your back, leading you along with him. You were pulled outside by him, exiting the bar. Everyone in the small town stopped to look, but made no effort to try to stop him. You still understood why, but you were still filled with pure rage. All the time you’ve been here, and nobody was even going to attempt to get you out of this situation. You thought you appreciated everyone in this town keeping to themselves, but now you realized that it only hurt you in the end. You had no one.

Everyone in the wasteland was always out for themselves.

You both continued walking through the town. You could see people closing their windows, locking their cheap metal doors, trying to avoid the situation and not get involved. Trying to avoid the Ghoul. Once you both reached the edge of town, the Ghoul then stopped. You stopped as soon as he did, fear settling in once again as your mind raced with every possible scenario and outcome of this situation.

“Walk in front of me so I can keep an eye on you. No funny business. Understand?” He demands, casually swaying his gun around in his hand as he speaks. You nod in reluctant understanding.

“Which way?” You whispered.

“Just go.” He says. You begin walking forward into the darkening evening light. You’d never felt so vulnerable before. You were tied up, left with no weapon or any kind of protection. No stimpaks, radaway or rad-x. It was also getting dark out, and soon you wouldn’t be able to see a damn thing.

You were fucked.

“Why are you doing this?” You speak up to ask after what felt like an eternity of silence, the only sound nearby being your feet crunching into the dirt beneath you.

“Don’t think you need to know that, sweetheart.” He tells you, beginning to walk a bit closer behind you. “Keep on walkin’.” He says, nudging the gun into your back. You continue walking, not wanting to irritate him.

“Oh okay. I’ll just keep marching to my impending doom then.” You remarked in a sarcastic tone.

“Sounds like the only option you got from where I’m standin’.” The Ghoul stated in return. You rolled your eyes, continuing on your path forward until you both reached another town. You lost track of how much time had passed at this point, but it was now dark out. The night had settled in over the desert.

It was a desolate little town that you began walking through, not even any ferals or animals within it. It was eerily quiet. You felt the Ghoul pause behind you, stopping dead in his tracks.. “Wait.” He stated. You stopped and listened, hearing distant thunder. You could see it off in the distance as you looked across the horizon. Lightning and green clouds. The sky around you began to fill with a green haze, quickly warning you of the impending storm.

It was a brewing radiation storm.

You could hear the Ghoul behind you growling at the sight of it. “Rads are nice ‘n all for me, but I can’t have them makin’ you puke all over the place. Can’t have you passin’ out on me. Or ruinin’ that smooth skin of yours.” He looked around the area before nudging the gun against your back again. “Turn right.”

You began walking to the right, through the sea of empty and decrepit houses. Eventually, you come to the back of one of those houses. On the ground was a set of black heavy metal doors. The Ghoul held onto the rope tightly as he went to the doors, opening them with ease. It was pitch black, and you couldn’t see anything inside. You could smell the rain, feel the heat and heaviness in the air, signaling that the storm was getting closer.

“Come on.” He pulls your rope, clicking his tongue at you like you were a farm animal that he was wrangling back into a barn. He almost caused you to trip up on your own feet as he jerked the rope. Straightening yourself back up, you attempted to step inside the shelter. You carefully felt each step down with your feet, trying your best not to fall. The Ghoul then halted you by the rope, reaching back to close the heavy doors. You can no longer see anything at all. You could hear him chuckle a bit. “Too bad, sweetheart. I can see just fine.” He mocks you. You could hear his footsteps walking down the steps. You tried to keep up with him, feeling each step with your feet blindly as you stumbled through the darkness.

As you both reached the bottom and the floor went flat, you paused. You could see his face brighten up as he lit up a match. A small lantern sat on a barrel inside of the room. As he lit it, the room came into your vision just enough for you to make it all out. It was a small, concrete and metal fallout shelter. There were cans of food inside on the shelves, as well as some purified water. There were several sleeping bags strewn about the floor as well. You waited for his direction, still not wanting to piss him off.

“Might as well lay on down.” He tells you, shrugging his shoulders. He then began tying your rope to his own belt, to make sure you didn’t even attempt to try and run away from him.

“I’m not gonna run anywhere in the middle of a rad storm.” You told him honestly. He shook his head.

“I trust your word ‘bout as much as you’d prolly trust mine.” He grinned, flashing his yellowed teeth again. Radiation sickness was the fucking worst, and you weren’t willing to risk it with no radaway nearby. Plus.. You weren’t quite sure if you’d be able to get those doors open on your own. Where would you go if you even could? You couldn’t run fast enough to escape the Ghoul.

Nobody could.

The Ghoul sat down on one sleeping bag tucked in one corner of the room, resting his back against the wall. You moved to the one next to him, awkwardly maneuvering to sit down. Your arms were still tied tightly to your body, and your wrists were still bound almost painfully so. The rope had begun to rub your skin raw from the movement and sweat of walking such a distance.

There was a long silence as you both listened to the storm roll in. The thunder cracked hard outside the metal doors, loud enough to vibrate the ground and shelves within the room. It sounded like the worst radiation storm you’d heard in a very long time.

Within that time of silence between the two of you, the Ghoul then began to cough. It started as a little cough here and there in the midst of the quiet between the two of you, before it grew into full blown wheezing and hacking. You noticed him reach into his coat and pull out something that almost looked like an inhaler. He pressed it to his lips, letting the air flood his lungs. He breathed in and out several times, resting his head on the wall behind him and closing his eyes as he let the medicine take effect. After a few moments, his breathing finally returned to normal.

“Surprised you didn’t try and take off.” He said, looking in your direction as he let out a few more small coughs. He flicked the rope that attached you to his belt.

“What would be the point?” You asked. Literally none of the circumstances were in your favor.

“Exactly. Smart ‘lil lady.” He nods. He pulls a knife from a holster at his side, beginning to sharpen it with a small sharpening block. “You’re probably ‘bout the quietest person I’ve ever taken.” He tells you, eyeing his knife. “Makes my job easier.”

“You clearly don’t wanna answer my questions.. Why would I waste my breath?” You remind him, leaning against the wall just as he was. Each sleeping bag was right in the corner of the room, so you were both quite close. The rope prevented you from being too far away from him to begin with.

“I’ll humor ya since you’ve been good.” He says, his eyes not meeting yours as he continued sharpening his knife. He would check the sharpness once in a while before sharpening it once again.

“Why did you take me?” You ask, thinking of no other better question to ask as the first one.

“Gonna take ya somewhere. Same place I was gonna to take the other ‘lil lady. Suzie.” He tells you, examining his handiwork on the knife. “Need somethin’ they can give me and I’m tradin’ ya for it.” He tells you, as if it were a casual and normal thing to do to someone. He said it like it was nothing, but you guessed that to him, it was practically nothing. After all the stories you’d heard about him, this was probably just another day for him.

“What am I even worth to them?” You ask, awkwardly squirming against the uncomfortable ropes. They began to dig into your skin, giving you painful rope burns. The Ghoul then suddenly pointed his knife in your direction, glaring at you.

“If you’d quit fuckin’ wigglin’ around like that, the ropes wouldn’t burn ya so bad.” He reminded you, pulling the knife back toward himself to continue sharpening it.

“Oh, you’re right. How dare I move around as I’m uncomfortably hogtied?” You said sarcastically. He chuckled in response, amused by your remark.

“I’ll really hogtie ya and drag ya there if I have to. Take me longer to get there, but don’t think I won’t.” He reminded you with a smirk on his face. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. You almost even wanted to chuckle at his comment. There was something about the quips you were throwing back and forth to each other that felt.. Charged. Charged with a different kind of energy that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “As for what you’re worth.. It’s quite a bit. Young ‘n still got all your bits. Still got smooth skin. Worth a lot less if you’re already dead when we get there.” He then puts his knife away in the holster at his side. “Anything other questions?”

“What are they gonna do to me?” You ask, causing him to grin and show those yellowed teeth again.

“Got no idea sweetheart.” He said, watching you closely. It was like he had grown a little curious in these few minutes of conversation.

“You seem more than capable. You had my whole town frightened and standing down without doing anything. Why not just threaten these people or break in and take what you need?” You ask him. It wasn’t a question with any kind of smart tone, no. You truly wanted to know why he didn’t just take what he wanted from these people, like he seemed to take anything else he wanted.

“Got no clue how much they make at a time. Don’t know if they just produce it when I ask for it or if they have a stock. I break in, might not have any at all. Then I’d be fucked.” He tells you as he opens up a bit. You heard a loud clap of thunder from outside, feeling the vibration in the ground. The shelves shook lightly, rattling the canned food and water.

“Is what you’re getting from them the same medicine you took earlier?” You ask him.

“Yep.”

“What’s it for?” You ask, growing all the more curious.

“Keeps me from eatin’ you alive.” He admits, grinning at you.

It seemed to make a bit of sense, at least. He traded people for some purpose, for this medicine that kept him from going feral. Part of it made you feel sad. He was doing something completely monstrous, sure. There really was no excuse for that.. But he was doing it for his own survival, as a lot of other people would do in his position. So he didn’t lose his mind and become a mindless, feral creature. It had to be a horrifying transformation to suffer through.

“That’s quite sad.” You finally say after thinking about his words. He pauses and his grin only grows wider.

“I quite enjoy it, ‘lil missy.” He tells you, leaning forward and away from the wall to look at you more closely. “Nothin’ sad about it. Just the law of the land, sweetheart.” He eyes you closely, his eyes moving from your eyes down to your body and back up again. The mood between you two had shifted in an unexpected way. Something was there.

“Why do you call me sweetheart?” You question him.

“‘Cause I fuckin’ want to. Got a problem?” He states, expecting an upset response from you. But you don’t have one.

“No. Not at all.” You admit, offering him a slight smile. He seems surprised, tilting his head and looking you up and down once more.

“Well, well, well.. Ain’t that interesting.” He says, chuckling as he watches you. “Been alive for a long time. Can’t say I’ve ever had anyone bold enough to say somethin’ like that.”

“So you call all the women you kidnap sweetheart?” You ask. Something compelled you to just try and be casual and normal with him, dispute the situation. Maybe it was the sadness you felt for his issues, or maybe you were just doing it in the hopes for your own survival. Maybe it was something else entirely, the shift in energy between the two of you. Maybe.. It was the building tension that neither of you were addressing. But at the moment, he was leaning into it just as much as you were. He half laughs at your comment.

“Force of habit, I reckon. I usually do.” He says.

“Well, I feel less special now.” You fake whine. The radiation storm outside drew in your attention momentarily as the thunder clapped again, causing vibrations you could feel beneath you. Your attention quickly returned to him, and the growing tension and electricity in the room.

“You’re just a victim of the circumstances, in the wrong place at the wrong time.” He tells you. “Ain’t no hard feelings.” He then leans back against the wall, seemingly growing more and more intrigued by you. “Never had anyone carry on a conversation with me either. You must be really brave, or just plain stupid.”

“I figured if I listened, you wouldn’t kill me or just knock me out and drag me. Not sure if that's either brave or stupid.” You say, shrugging your shoulders.

“You’d be half right.” He tells you. “I’d take ya either way. But like I said, you’re worth a lot less to me dead. Can’t ding up your smooth, pretty skin either.” He says, his eyes briefly looking you up and down once more. You had no idea what it was about him, but something pulled you to him, like The Brotherhood of Steel to technology that didn’t belong to them.

“Pretty, huh? You sure do know how to charm a lady.” You joke, giving him a smile. He leans a bit closer to you, flashing you a smile.

“Southern charm, I reckon.” He jokes back. Fuck, what the hell was happening right now?

“I would say so.” You agree. He was charming, despite his harsh exterior and terrifying presence.

“You ain’t right.” He tells you, shaking his head. “Ain’t ever met a woman quite like you. You must be half crazy.”

“I would say observant. You remark. “I can see who people really are, or what they used to be beneath their exteriors. You’re just trying to survive.” He huffs, shaking his head.

“I got you tied up, ready to sell you off for drugs, and you ain’t pissed off at me?” He says, shaking his head again. “You really ain’t right in the head.”

“I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same in your position. A lot of people would, even if they wouldn’t admit it.” You say.

“I still can’t figure out if you’re smart, or stupid.” He admits. “Fine, I’ll humor it. What else do ya see in me?” He asks. “Be honest, sweetheart.” You think for a good, long moment. You look deeply into his eyes for a long time before responding.

“You hold a lot of pain within you. You’ve been around for a long time, and you’ve seen and done things that would make most normal people sick. But they’re narrow minded and can’t see that you’re just trying to live another day. You don’t want to turn feral and mindless. You keep moving and pushing for a purpose. There’s a reason you’re still here. You’re hiding all the pain you carry through the confidence and big attitude.. And you’re lonelier than you’d ever admit to anyone.” You say. He pauses for a long time, looking at you and thinking hard on what you said.

“I guess you might be smart, then.” He simply says.

“Are you lonely?” You ask him curiously. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“Does it matter? What would you do if I was, sweetheart? Huh?” He asks, almost as if he were challenging you. “Ain’t nobody wants to stick with this ugly mug. And that suits me just fine.”

“I would have.” You admit to him honestly. He looks at you in suspicion. “If you’d have just told me you needed help with something like this, I would have tried to help you. Not everybody in the wasteland is completely selfish.” You remind him.

“You’d be the first I ever met that wasn’t.” He says. It was true that most were selfish, but often there was a good soul here and there. He just hadn’t met one yet. Until you. “And how would you help me, exactly?”

“I don’t know. But I would have tried.” You say, shrugging your shoulders as much as you could despite the ropes.

“Well, ain’t that sweet.” He chuckles. “Ain’t you just a ‘lil doll.” He said the words in a mocking tone, like he still didn’t believe your bullshit.

“I just like helping people.” You say honestly. It was just the truth. You could sympathise with most anyone on their need to survive and how far they’d go to stay alive. It was just natural to you. You always tried to sympathize and be understanding of others and their situations. This kind of living could make you lose sight of others and their needs, but you never seem to lose that sweetness deep within your soul.

“Answer me this, then.” He begins. “What would you say to an old ghoul like me that was lonely?” He asks, curiously.

“I’d say.. I’d keep him company if he wanted. I would help him. I’d talk with him, have meals with him, offer him an ear and a shoulder.” You say honestly. He thinks for a long while on your words, taking in the depth of what you were saying.

“Even though I’m doin’ this to you, you’d still do that?” He asks.

“Yes.”

“Nevermind about the smart thing. You are fuckin’ stupid.” He says, shaking his head. You couldn't help but let out a small smile, almost wanting to laugh. “But, I appreciate the honesty I reckon.”

“I’d offer, well.. Anything that would help.” With him.. You felt like you really meant that. This tension that was building between you two was now beginning to boil over. You had no idea why you were doing this. But something was drawing you to him in a way that you didn’t think either of you could explain. He didn’t seem to expect the connection either himself. So.. He began to poke the bear, so to speak.

“Anything, huh?” He huffs, adjusting himself against the wall. “You think you’re the first woman I’ve taken like this to try that shit with me?”

“Probably not. But you can probably tell when someone really means it or not. You’ve been around a long time.” You remind him. “You knew that all of us in town weren’t lying about Suzie being dead. You could tell. So.. look at me closely. Do you think I mean it?” You ask him. He examines you for a long time before responding, rolling his tongue around in his mouth and pressing it to his cheeks as he thought.

“Lookin’ to me like you do.” He smirks, humoring you. “Prove it, then. Ain’t ever had anybody who could even try. Dumb women who try always shy away when I challenge them ‘bout it. So prove it ‘lil missy.” He challenges you.

Challenge accepted.

His grin widens as he watches you struggle to prove your point to him, as you awkwardly attempt to get back onto your knees from your sitting position with your arms and hands still tied. You manage it, causing a chuckle from him. He seemed to enjoy watching you struggle, which didn’t surprise you in the slightest. But part of you.. Felt excited. He was sadistic in all things, and you were more than willing to be enveloped by his aura of sadism and lose yourself in it. In him. You crawl on your knees to him, arms and wrists still painfully bound with his rope. You go close to him, feeling excitement and fear all at the same time. He could snap your neck right now. He could knock you out and drag you out of here. He could shoot you right in the damn gut.

But you knew better. He was curious about you. He was intrigued. He wanted to see how far you would go to prove your point to him. And.. He was a sadist who got off on watching you struggle to do so.

He smelled like a mixture of burned skin, gunpowder and a faint hint of something like antiseptic or alcohol. You looked into his eyes for a while, awkwardly on your knees on the hard concrete floor. It was so uncomfortable. It was all around a painful position to be in. But at this moment, it didn’t matter. You had a point to make.

“Fear settlin’ in now? Just go lay back down.” He says, in an attempt to push you away. “Knock this bullshit off.”

But you don’t go. You don’t listen. You lean over, pressing your soft lips to his cheek. His skin was so hard and rough, but you didn’t mind. It was a contrast to your own soft skin, and it was a foreign sensation, but it was intoxicating. It felt calloused, almost. Like he had suffered a burn of several degrees and it was now healed over. You pull back, looking at him as a smile and a light blush dusts your nose and cheeks.

“Well, I’ll be a son of a bitch.” He chuckles. “You are fucked in the head, ya know that?” He tells you, noticing the real smile and happiness in your eyes. There was a glimmer within them, one that you didn’t have before you kissed him. “Seriously, why?” He asks, trying to understand.

“Honestly, I.. I don’t know. I’m just interested in you.” You admit. There was no other way to even try to word it. It didn’t make sense to either of you.

“Sweetheart.. This is all kinds of wrong.” He says, grinning as his eyes examined your face, watching your expression and gaze.

“Since when do you care about wrong?” You ask him, half chuckling. He shrugs his shoulders.

“Alright, you got me there darlin’.” One of his hands comes up to snake around your side. Your eyes brightened even more as he did so, his fingers digging hard into you. It was just the kind of painful pleasure that you enjoyed receiving. “You still wanna do this knowin’ I’m taking you to sell?” He asks.

“Well, if you’re going to sell me then.. At least I’d have a fond memory to think of when I die.” You say. The Ghoul would never admit it.. Ever. But he faltered in that one split second. Knowing you didn’t hate him, didn’t think he was vile or scum, knowing that you understood him and yet still wanted to spend your last hours wrapped up in HIS arms, of all people.. He faltered. Just for a single moment.

“You are fuckin’ insane.” He tells you, his hand running from your side down to your hip. He squeezed once again, hard and rough. Hard enough to leave bruises. “Crazy looks pretty damn good on you, though.” He admits. “Sit in my lap, darlin’.” He tells you, patting his leg. You do so, maneuvering and almost falling flat on your face as you attempt to readjust your position. He chuckles as he watches you, making absolutely no effort to help you.

He was getting off on making you act like a miserable, stumbling fool. And you were getting off on him making you feel like one.

You sat down on his lap, carefully and slowly lowering yourself on him. “There’s a good girl.” He says, grinning and flashing his yellow teeth to you once again. You couldn’t help but smile at his words. A little praise between his sadistic words and actions was the perfect combination of what you truly enjoyed. “Oh, like that do ya?” He asks in amusement.

“I do.” You admit, feeling both of his hands come up to grip your hips tightly. His fingers dug into your flesh hard, gripping you obsessively like he never wanted to let you go.

“I ain’t gonna be gentle. I don’t do gentle. But somethin’ tells me that’s how you like it, ain’t it?” You nod again. You hadn’t been with anyone like this, anyone near his level of danger and excitement. You needed more.

If you were gonna die anyway, then you were gonna go out with a bang.

“You can be as rough as you want to be. I can take it.” You tell him.

“You ain’t been with any man as rough as me. I can promise you that, sweetheart.” One of his hands comes up, sliding from your hip up your side. As he comes up to your breast, he squeezes it tightly in his hand, hissing through his teeth. You let out a soft whimper, biting your lip in response. “Crazy, crazy girl.” He says as both hands come up to grab each breast through your clothes. He squeezes them tightly, sending jolts of pain and pleasure throughout your body. A half moan, half squeal escapes your lips.

“F-fuck..” You stuttered, giving him even more amusement at your struggle. You instinctively rocked your hips against him, but you were too far back on his legs to feel his erection.

“Slide on up closer.” He purred. “Don’t be gettin’ shy on me now.” You did as he told you to, moving your body up further on his lap. You could feel it now. His hard cock pressed against your inner thigh, straining like it was begging to be released from its confines. He watched your bright eyes, tilting his head to the side as he grinned. “Think I’m gonna have to redo these ropes a ‘lil bit.” He quickly and easily removed the ropes that kept your hands and arms still, painfully toward the front of your body.

This was your moment to run. But you didn’t. You felt no desire to leave. You wanted this, needed him. He wanted you just as much. There was no way you were going to run away from this feeling.

“Hands behind your back now, sweetheart.” He said in a low whisper. You did with no hesitation, placing your hands together behind your back. He grinned in amusement. “‘Atta girl.” He praised, leaning close to your face. His hot breath mingled with yours as he skillfully maneuvered the rope behind your back. Without even looking at it, looking into your eyes instead, he somehow managed to tie a perfect knot around your wrists. You were bound, but in a different way. He had full access to the front of your body while you were still kept tied, remaining under his control. He was impressed, humming in response. “Ain’t you just a good ‘lil thing for me? Look at that.” You nodded, the smile reappearing on your face at his praise.

“Mhm.” You affirmed.

“Keep bein’ good for me.” He commanded you as he pulled his knife from the holster at his side.. The one he had just sharpened a few minutes before. Excitement ran through your body as he brought it close to your skin in a teasing manner. He turned the sharp side of the knife away from your body, trailing the back of it over your neck. You shivered as the cold blade gave your now heated body goosebumps as it moved along your skin. He admired it, the way it glided across your skin and left you with the fear of a little slip or a little nick on your skin.

Without much warning, he moved the knife to the bottom of your shirt. He pulled the shirt away from your torso, using the knife to cut the shirt up to your chest like a hot knife through butter. He grunted as he did so, pushing the now torn pieces of your shirt to each side.

“There we go..” He grinned, flicking his tongue in his mouth while he admired what he saw. “Been so long since I seen such pretty, smooth skin like this.” He told you, taking the back of his knife and running it up your stomach. You shivered, watching the sharp side of the blade slowly work its way up your torso. “Still don’t wanna quit?” He asks.

“Fuck, no.” You spat out with a smile. His grin grew wider as he moved the blade up, slicing your bra in the very center of your chest. Your breasts fall from the confines of your bra, the cool air making you shiver as it touches the sensitive skin. Your nipples pebbled quickly, more goosebumps appearing all over your chest.

“Lord have mercy..” He groaned as he admired them. “Look, at, fuckin’, you..” He reiterated, using the broad side of his knife to tap the cold metal against one of your nipples. You shuddered, whimpering as you looked away. You weren’t sure why the sudden shyness took over your body, but it did in an instant. “Ah, ah..” He scolded you, using the point of the knife to pull your face back in his direction. It was so sharp, sharp enough to cut if he pushed even a little bit.. “Don’t look away, sweetheart. You wanted this, so pay attention.” He scolded you, giving you a stern look of warning. It was even more than a warning, it was a threat that you heard loud and clear.

“I’m sorry..” You whimpered, keeping your eyes locked on him now.

“You will be, if you don’t fuckin’ listen.” He warned you again. You nodded in understanding. Tears began to sting your eyes at his harsh words.

But you liked this. You liked that he was being so mean. You felt the heat pooling between your legs at his cruelness, feeling an overwhelming desire to do nothing but please him and hear his praises. He noticed this, watching you closely.

“Now, sweetheart.. You know you made me have to do that.” He reminded you. “You understand?” You nodded, a little sniffle coming from your nose. “Then just be a good girl and listen. Don’t do it again. Don’t like gettin’ all mad at you. That sad ‘lil face almost makes me feel bad.” His knife then enters your pants at the thigh as he begins tearing the fabric away, skillfully avoiding piercing your skin. “I don’t feel bad at all, but it almost makes me feel bad.” He says, grinning at you sadistically.

He was so fucking mean, and you loved every part of it. You wanted to clench your legs together to feel some kind of pressure or friction between your thighs, but you couldn’t. Not while sitting in his lap like this. Maybe that’s why he put you in this position, because he knew there was no way for you to get any relief without him being the one to do it.

He ripped away pieces of fabric from the crotch of your pants as you still sat in his lap. He tore away at the middle, even cutting at the waistband so that he could peel the fabric away from your waist. He was met with your simple pair of panties, hugging your hips just perfectly.

“What, nothin’ special for me?” He asked, mocking your simple choice in undergarments.

“I didn’t know this was-” You began, but he pressed the broad side of his knife to your lips, the cold metal a warning. You shuddered as you stopped and listened.

“It wasn’t a real fuckin’ question. Hush that mouth up, now.” You shivered in delight. He noticed, shaking his head as he slid the blade into your panties at the waistband. “You’re fuckin’ nuts and you don’t listen. We gotta fix one of those things at least, don’t we?” He smiled as he easily sliced the fabric of your panties. He pulled them away with his other hand, tattered and cut apart. They were easy enough for him to pull away from your body, tossing them aside on the floor.

You were mostly exposed to him at this point. Your whole front side was open for his viewing and pleasure. He began hurriedly undoing his own belt and zipper, keeping his eyes on your body as he pulled out his cock. It was more or less like the rest of his skin, and you couldn’t help but be curious what it would feel like inside of you. You felt excitement at his rushing of things. It felt like he needed and wanted you in that moment just as much as you wanted and needed him.

“Now..” He said as he looked up at you. “Take it.” He stated flatly. Your hands were still tied, and you knew that, but you instinctively tried to move them without thinking about it. He rolled his eyes. His hand came up, lightly slapping your cheek like he was trying to get your attention or knock you out of a daze. “Hey. Now I know you can be a ‘lil smarter than that. Lift your fuckin’ hips up.” He commanded. You did with no hesitation, using your knees to lift yourself up just enough. He adjusted his cock on his own, positioning himself right where he needed it to be. “See? Now was that so hard?” He mocked you, pouting his lower lip.

“I’m sorry..” You whimpered again, trembling with desire for him. You were absolutely fucking soaked. Between the attraction, the tension and the way he was talking to you and treating you.. Fuck. It was killing you.

“Sit the fuck down.” He told you, growing impatient with you. You began without hesitation, sliding your pussy down to take his cock. He groaned as you began to envelop him, letting it out through gritted teeth. His cock was hard and almost rigid from his ghoulish transformation. It was just a little different than what you were used to, but still delicious all the same. You slid down and took him in quite easily, your wetness almost already dripping down his cock. “God damn.. Fuck.” He cursed as you bottomed out on him. His eyes opened slowly to look at you again, his tongue moving against his cheek. “‘Atta girl..” He purred to you.

“Fuck..” You whimpered out, taking a moment just to revel in the new sensation. His hand slid up your torso, admiring your body before finding its way to your neck. He held it in his grip, pressing the veins on each side just enough to give you a subtle threat.

“Go on, sweetheart.” He encouraged you. He kept his hand on your throat as you began to move your hips, switching between rocking back and forth and bouncing in his lap. He groaned as he watched you, hissing through his teeth while he kept his hand firmly on your throat. His other hand trailed along your body, running roughly over every inch of your skin. Grabbing, pulling, holding any part of you that he had access to. Your body felt like it was on fire and your knees burned from the hard floor, but it all became an afterthought as you lost yourself in him. “Yeah, take my fuckin’ dick..” He grunted out, encouraging you. His free hand came down to hold your hip, helping your motions. He moved you faster, his grip on your throat tightening. “Come on, darlin’ keep at it.” He began to push his hips up to meet your thrusts. “Good girl..” He growled as he then reached down, aggressively grabbing your hips with both hands. He pulled you down on his cock hard, moving your hips on his own and pounding up into you relentlessly. He was impatient, desperately needing to fuck your brains out.

“Oh, fuck!” You cried out, unable to do anything else as he held you and used you like a toy. He fucked you from below like a wild animal, your body shivering and shaking in pure bliss. The surges of pleasure rushed throughout your whole body, almost making you feel mindlessly stupid and lost in it.

“You’re a fuckin’ filthy whore.” He told you, still thrusting up into you. His words only spurned you on further and further into the pleasure. “Some ghoul asshole takes you to sell, and you fuck him.” He grunts out as he relentlessly pounds you, the obscene sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. “You’re just the kinda dirty girl I like.” He admits, giving you a few more hard thrusts. You were overwhelmed with the sensations, every sense you had been pushed to the brink of what you could handle. Without any warning, he gave you a final thrust. A deep, hard thrust that felt like the head of his cock was kissing your cervix. He held your body down on him, forcing you to feel his cock twitch deep within you. Forcing you to take every single drop of his cum. “Fffffuuuccckkkkkk..” He groaned loudly, pumping out the last few spurts of cum into you. His eyes were closed, but as he finished, he opened them once again to get a good look at you. Your cheeks were red, your head was wet with sweat, and your eyes were glazed over with pleasure. “Ain’t felt like that in a long fuckin’ time..” He recalled, running a hand up your side from your hip.

It took you a bit to even respond. You were so lost in all of it that it took you a few moments to recover your mind from being stuck in the clouds. You sat there in his lap, breathing heavily and groaning as you kept his cock inside of you, taking every drop of his seed that you could possibly squeeze out of him.

“Me either..” You manage to choke out, still stuttering and trying to form your words properly. You were both breathing heavily, coming down from the high of what just transpired between you two.

As your breathing began to relax, you listened. You noticed that the radiation storm had died down just a bit, but was still creating havoc outside. The wind and the rain would still make for plenty of damage and destruction, even without the thunder and lightning. The Ghoul adjusted himself against the wall, moving his back up a bit. He had slid down just a little in the middle of your violent fucking. You attempted to lift yourself off of his lap, but he protested by holding your hips in place.

“Ah, ah.” He scolded you once again, giving you a stern warning look. “You’re just gonna sit there like that ‘n look pretty.” He told you. “Got it?”

“Mhm..” You said quietly as you nodded. It was still uncomfortable to be like this, but you wanted to stay. Your knees were on fire, your hips and legs were on the verge of cramping.. But you wanted to stay in his lap like this.

There was a long silence as you both recovered. Something in this moment gave you a brief feeling of contentment. Something you hadn’t felt in a long time. He seemed to feel the same, sitting there in total silence with you.

You wanted to kiss him. He fucked you, but he hadn’t even kissed you. Feeling bold for this one small moment, you leaned forward in an attempt to kiss him. His hand came up, grabbing your face hard.

“The fuck are you doin’?” He asked, wary of your intentions. He squeezed your cheeks in his fingers, forcing you to speak through your squished lips.

“I just.. I wanted to kiss you.” You admitted to him. His gaze never changed from the hardened one, but you could tell that he liked what you said.

“You still ain’t giving up, are ya?” He asked you, squeezing even harder.

“I’m not because I didn’t fake any of this.” You remind him. “I’m not trying to escape. I haven’t tried, not once. Even when I could have.” He pauses, looking at your face as if he were examining it. He moved it with his hand, back and forth, back and forth..

“Ya know.. You might be a lot more valuable to me if I just keep you locked up down here.” He said, watching your face for a reaction. “Whaddya think?”

“You can do whatever you want with me, Ghoul.” You addressed him in an unfamiliar manner, unsure of what else to call him. You’d never been told his real name before.

“Cooper.” He told you.

“You can.. Do whatever you want with me, Cooper.” You said, saying the words once more with his name. You offered him a sweet smile, a real and genuine smile, to try and curb any fears or worries in his mind. As he saw you smile, he pulled your face to his. His rough, scarred lips pressed against your soft and gentle ones. It was only a small kiss, a fleeting moment of kindness and feeling from. But it meant more to you than anything you’d felt in a long time. You knew you’d really have to work to earn more kisses from him.

“Think I might just keep you and find another victim instead.” He said, grinning widely. You wanted to kiss him again so badly, but you held back.

“Keep me here?” You asked.

“Yep. Would you run on me?” He asked, looking deeply into your eyes.

“No.” You said honestly.

“Still think you’re nuttier than a squirrel turd. But I think I believe you.” He admitted. You paused, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“What the hell is a squirrel?” You questioned, awkwardly laughing. He grinned, huffing out a small laugh.

“Oh, what in the fuckin’ hell am I doin’?” He asked himself as he looked into your eyes. “Hush up and give me those lips again, sweetheart.”

Cooper Howard (The Ghoul)

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4 weeks ago

"Not every book/video game needs an movie adaptation." I disagree.

Making movie adaptations makes it accessible for people less interested in reading and playing games. Personally, I got my dad interested in Percy Jackson and The Last of Us only because of the TV shows. It allows me to connect better with people who don't have the same interests as me because most people enjoy watching movies and TV shows. In my opinion, if it's faithful to the original, I'm happy.


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5 months ago

I finished both fallout and arcane within a 4 days of each other and I don’t think I should’ve done that in such a short span of time because my mental heath took a blow from both.

I was already having a hard time with the end of Arcane and then I just had to subject myself to Fallout (which was amazing) and I at least had someone to talk to about arcane but I don’t have anyone to talk to about fallout and I don’t know what to do.

But I got to know two amazing, beautiful sweet, deranged women along the way so it was worth it I have to say.

I Finished Both Fallout And Arcane Within A 4 Days Of Each Other And I Don’t Think I Should’ve Done

I Finished Both Fallout And Arcane Within A 4 Days Of Each Other And I Don’t Think I Should’ve Done

Still traumatized though lol.

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I Finished Both Fallout And Arcane Within A 4 Days Of Each Other And I Don’t Think I Should’ve Done

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