Absolutely fucking obsessed with this. And you.
Forever getting that fucked up side of me that would 1000% bang the ever loving radiation out of Cooper Howard.
Incredible, as always. Nobody is shocked by this ๐
There Is A Heaven, Lets Keep It A Secret
Summary: The owner of the brothel you were sold to only offered you to the ghoul in the hopes it would frighten you. To stop you from trying to run away. You werenโt meant to actually like it.
Characters: The Ghoul/Cooper Howard x F!Reader.
Words: ~1K.
Warnings: ghoul fucking, what else can I say? Mostly PWP, some initially unintended angst, 18+.
A/N: Dedicated to the queens that are @sweeterthanthis & @likedovesinthewnd โค๏ธ Not betaโed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine.
The smell of leather and day old blood used to turn your stomach. But as Cooper slams his glove over your mouth to keep you quiet, your gut rolls with something thatโs so far removed from revulsion, it makes your eyes roll into the back of your head.
Pavlovian instinct or not, warmth blossoms in your core, and flames take root in your veins until all you can feel is unmistakable heat.
โSsh sweetheart,โ he coos in Texan above you. โCanโt have them knowinโ you like it. You wouldnโt want me to stop cominโ around, would ya?โ
He doesnโt need your affirmation in words. The way your cunt pulses around him is more enough to tell him what he already knows.
The ghoul was only meant to scare you into staying. To put you in your place.
But the more he keeps coming back, the more of the man beneath the irradiated skin shines through.
Initial terror morphs into adoration and some nights, when the raiders decide to get a little rough, you find yourself hiding inside your headโ fantasising that itโs his hands on you instead.
But the fantasy only lasts briefly. Cooper Howard would never.
Unless you ask him nice and pretty.
You stare up at him, his eyes lost in the way your breasts bounce from the force of his thrusts. He ruts into you with abandon, the loud slap of his hips against your ass echoing around the room. The obscenity makes heat creep up your spine, and settle thick beneath your cheeks.
You canโt have anyone knowing that these moments are all that keep you sane.
โMaybe it ainโt gonna be your mouth that reveals your truth, after all, honey,โ Cooper observes with a husk.
A free hand slides up your writhing body, and a gloved thumb runs circles over your pebbling nipple. Your back arches at the contact, forcing your hips up. His stare catches yours over the top of leather.
โThere you are, little Jet,โ he smiles.
Cooper lifts your leg over his shoulder, the contrast in depth steals the breath from your lungs. He noticesโ must see the way your eyes widen as he slides back inside you, right up to the root. Your hand flies up, tightening your grip around his wrist.
โRight there, huh?โ With another brash smile, he presses his lips firm against the inside of your knee. The kiss sends pulses of electricity firing straight to your core.
Fuck. If there was still a God, youโd pray.
There was a part of you that used to hate how easily he managed to unravel the components that make you weak.
But hate fast became a need. Now you welcome it. Crave it.
Your stomach lurches with heat the moment his pace begins to quicken. Everything suddenly heightens around youโ heartbeat and all five of the sensesโ and itโs evident your end is close to catching you.
โYou gonna give me what I came for, sweetheart?โ His voice is gentle, but his actions are not.
You nod. Youโd give him your fucking life at this point.
His hand slides off your mouth, settling loosely around your throat like a necklace. โWanna hear you beg.โ
You lick your lips wet, the words, โPlease, Coop,โ hissing quietly through your teeth. Just loud enough for him to hear.
He smirks. His free hand finds its way between your legs without a second thought, and the roughness of the leather against your sensitive clit is everything you need to tumble over the edge.
Cooper clamps his hand back over your mouth, hurrying to stifle your scream as you splinter beneath him. Stars swell, bursting into bright white behind your eyes just as the tremors start off in your thighs. Euphoria claims you for its own, and by the time youโre finished, your entire body is shaking with delirium.
He stares down at you in awe, hips snapping to a rhythm that has you keening into the palm of his glove. Leather and blood encompass you. Your body ripples from the weight of Cooperโs body against yours, your name wrapped up within his lips as he surrenders to his high.
When he moves out from between your legs, youโre too fucked out to pull him back in. Every inch of you needs him back.
You hate this moment the most. The awkward silence before he has to leave. And as he glances at you over his shoulder, tipping his hat in your direction like the goddamn gentlemen he still is beneath the surface, you feel a twinge in your chest.
โUntil next time sweetheart,โ he drawls thickly.
You flash him a small smile. โIโll be here, Coop, just like always.โ
And just like always, youโll be counting down the days like itโs fucking Christmas.
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Please don't kill me for this sjhsklalfsjdskh
Simon Riley sex on legs this. Simon Riley rock your world that. What about Simon Riley who's bad at sex, huh? What about clumsy, inexperienced Simon? What about awkward, all thumbs, โFuckinโ Christ, even animals know how to do thisโ Simon? Hmmmm??? Why don't you chew on that for a bit?
Simon who almost breaks both your noses as he leans in too eagerly to kiss you. Simon who has no clue how to sext, so you're left with a string of incomprehensible horny emojis you have to decipher like it's the Rosetta Stone. Simon who uses so much lube youโd think his dickโs made of sandpaper. Simon who watches a little porn to work on his โtechniqueโ, and ends up adopting the cringy bits of dialogue into his own speech. Simon who tries opening the condom wrapper with his teeth, only to tear through the latex itself, twice. Simon who doesn't even attempt to hide the little pfft pfft he does after he gets one of your pubic hairs stuck in his mouth. Simon who keeps accidentally slipping out of you, and then missing every time he tries to re-enter. Simon who cums after only six and a half strokes in, because you just feel that good wrapped around him. Simon who changes his pace right as you're about to finish, none the wiser as he ruins your orgasm. Simon whose sense of rhythm can only be described as that of a deaf monkey banging on a set of drums.
Simon who doesn't really know what he's doing when it comes to sex, but that isn't the point. What matters is not that he's bad in bed, but that he wants to get better. For you. With you.
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